#sub satoru

[2kiran]

GOJO SATORU 香菸 who becomes so wet under your touch ── `` m reader. fingering.

“nnm—ngh,” satoru moans, “please...”

it’s unusual to find the strongest pinned against a wall, pussy gaping due to a fellow sorcerer. “tell me what you need.” he whines in response, it was so obvious. you know damn well what he needs. your middle finger was teasing his clit, fighting the urge to pinch. “you already know,”

“haamgh-!”

you slipped that finger inside only to immediately pull it out. “i don’t,” you spread his wetness across his folds, “i can’t read your mind, sweetheart. already so soaked when i didn’t even do anything.”

the mocking tone set in your voice makes him clench, gripping your forearm. he could easily overpower you, but the mere promise of your touch anywhere on him—especially on his awaiting cunt, gets him so flustered and eager.

“t–touch me,” he requests breathlessly, smug smile of his wiped off his face and replaced with a mouth that’s more than happy to let out dirty moans. “where?” he grabs your hand that trailed itself up to his stomach, dragging it back down to his hole.

he gulps, finding his voice, “here.”

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[chaepink]

CHAEEE U TAKE JJK REQUESTS NOW??

if you do, can I request a lil smt where r punishes satoru— letting him grind on readers thigh, degrading him and touching nothing but his hips and nipples !!!! tons of begging too bc satoru is a bratty bitch 😁😁

just disregard this req if u wish!! thank u!!

Such a flirt | sub!gojo satoru

wc: 1.8k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, marking, handjob, begging, degradation, ruined orgasm, edging, dacryphilla, thigh grinding, nipple sucking/biting

note : making gojo cry >>>

not really proofread btw

Gojo Satoru is attractive, and infuriating so. Too bad for everyone else though, since he's yours.

And you let everyone know that. With the many hickeys and marks that you leave on his neck and collarbone (and even lower on his body) along with the death glare you give to whoever is being a little too comfortable with him, people around have learned to leave alone what's not theirs.

But sometimes it seems that Gojo forgets that himself or rather purposely forgets and then goes off to flirt with someone as if he wasn't already taken. He's a brat whenever you don't pay enough attention to him so of course he's being bratty right now.

Of course, you know he's trying to rile you up every time he does it but lucky for him, you take the bait every. single. time.

So after catching him flirting with yet another one of his fans with them getting too touchy with him, you grabbed him away from them and towards your room to give him a punishment.

"fuck- p-please [name]! i'm sorryyy." Gojo's whimpers and moans are muffled by your neck as he grips your shirt for dear life.

The grip you have on his dick is brutal as you pump up and down at a slow, agonizing pace. Lewd sounds from Gojo along with the slick of your hand on his dick fill your room. You ignore the fact that they may pass through the walls, your anger making you instead focus on the brat in front of you.

You're towering above him as his back is towards the wall, the two of you on your bed. One of your hands is placed above his shoulder and on the wall behind him, giving you leverage and successfully preventing Gojo from running away from his punishment.

Well, it's not like he can run away when he's already a mess underneath you.

You whisper in his ear, his face still tucked within the side of your neck.

"You have to be quiet, Gojo." You coo at him, your pace becoming even slower if it was possible which earns you a pitiful whine from him.

"Everyone is going to hear what a fucking slut you are if you continue to let out those pornographic noises." You chuckle when he lets out a moan when you squeeze his cock.

"Unless you want that of course. You want everyone to find out how much of a whore you are, dont you?" Gojo shivers in your grasp and shakes his head frantically at the thought. But then he remembers the grip you have on his dick and that thought leaves his mind immediately.

His next words are muffled slightly but you can still hear them.

"ngh f-faster..." You furrow your eyebrows and tug his hair back to look at him using your unoccupied hand which makes Gojo let out a mewl. The small pricks of pain on his scalp, while uncomfortable, only add to the pleasure.

"I don't think you're allowed to order me around when you've been a brat today." Gojo looks up at you with flushed cheeks and tears welled up in his eyes. Even now, with his hard dick in your grasp and hair pulled back, you can't lie that Gojo looks pretty.

"tell me when you're close, alright? Don't continue to be a brat." Gojo slowly nods and it doesn't take long for him to get close to cumming, his noises getting louder which alerts you that he's close.

But brats don't get cum so when he starts pleading and begging to release, letting out little 'please!'s and "i-im close!"s, your hand releases from his red dick. Immediately, Gojo widens his eyes and looks at you but you're too focused on his dick and the way pre drips from the tip.

Once Gojo realizes what you've done, he lets out a loud wail, thrashing his arms around like a child throwing a tantrum as he sobs from the ruined orgasm. Tears streak his face as his whining turns to small sniffles and he looks at you with such a pathetic face that you wish to take a picture and save it in your camera roll.

"w-why did you s-stop!"

You give him a grin and sit down against a wall. Gojo watches as you pat your thigh and he immediately scrambles to sit there, earning him a "good boy" from you which makes him blush.

His still hard dick lays between the two of you, desperately waiting for any type of contact. He accidentally moves forward which makes his dick brush against your chest, making Gojo whimper.

His crying has stopped and he looks down at you with awaiting eyes.

You absentmindedly rub at the exposed skin at his waist, making Gojo shiver at the contrast of your cold hands to his warm skin.

"Brats don't get to cum, and you've been a brat haven't you?" Gojo avoids your stern eye contact, guilt obvious on his face.

"So," you start to say, gently grabbing his dick which makes him let out a hiss at the slight pain before you place your hands on the bed underneath you.

"if you want to cum, I better see you do so by grinding on my thigh, on your own." Gojo falters at the mention of how you won't be helping him but he quickly places his hands on your shoulders to steady himself.

'I can do it', he thinks. He can make himself cum without you touching him.

He slowly grinds down on you, letting out a shuddering gasp. His hands squeeze your shoulders as he speeds up his pace a little. Your hands go to hover over his hips, making Gojo whine. He pouts at you adorably, his face flushed.

"Put them o-on... please!..." You chuckle at his adorable beg and gently place your hands on his hips. You give it a small squeeze and Gojo quickens his pace. Who knew that your hands on his waist would turn him on so much?

His hard dick bounces up and down between you two and you glance down to take a peek at it. Pre cum drips from the red tip and you grin, knowing he won't last long without your touch.

He continues to let out little cute gasps and pathetic whimpers before wrapping his arms around your neck and burying his face against his arm. His grinding slows down and you hear him mumble out something.

"T-Touch me please, [name]." You hear him sniffle, is he crying?

You coo at him. "Aw are you that desperate for me to touch you that you're crying? You can't cum without my touch?" He nods into his arm and he lets out a muffled whimper when you squeeze his hips.

The pre cum on his dick stains your shirt and pants as it rubs against it every time he grinds on your thigh and drips down his dick but you don't pay it any attention, not when Gojo is letting out such pretty noises.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do? Look at me, darling." Gojo pulls away from his arm and you notice the tears clumping on his eyelashes.

You caress his cheek and you watch as he rubs against your hand with a pout. He looks so pretty and adorable.

"Want you to touch me, [name]." He looks at you with pleading eyes and you curse at yourself, knowing you won't be able to deny his request. He's too pretty for his own good sometimes.

"Yeah? You want me to touch you?" Your hands give his hips one last squeeze before they travel up to his nipples to ghost over them.

"Here?" He lets out a small gasp and nods.

"Pleasepleaseplease." You shush him with your finger and chuckle. "If you want me to touch you, get back to grinding on my thigh." He didn't even notice that he stopped but he quickly resumes his previous pace, speeding up even more.

Your hands ghost over his nipples once more before pinching them, eliciting a whimper from Gojo. You continue flicking and pinching them before leaning your face closer to one of them with a grin. He looks down at you with widened eyes before letting out a squeal when you take one in your mouth and begin sucking on it.

"ah! s-shit." You chuckle with his nipple still in your mouth, sending vibrations through his body. You lick the bud before teasingly biting it, Gojo's pretty noises filling the room and urging you to keep going. You switch over to the other one and do the same thing, making Gojo whine.

He glances at you, all while still riding your thigh as if his life depends on it. The bored expression on your face as you're sucking and biting his nipples knocks the breath out of his lungs. You leave a bite mark around one, making Gojo hiss at the slight pain.

You look so calm and collected while Gojo is the exact opposite, falling apart on top of you all because of your small touches. He would normally feel embarrassed but he can't right now, not when he feels so good. With a 'pop', you release his nipple from your mouth and look at how dumbed down he is, his face is all red and tears are once again flooding his eyes due to the pleasure. His nipples are red from your touches and the bite mark you left begins to turn red.

"You're such a pain slut, aren't you?" Gojo nods at you.

It doesn't take long until he feels the need to cum. He can't form the words to beg you for permission, opting to instead look at you and hoping you would see the desperation within his pretty eyes.

You smile at him and as you lean in to whisper in his ear, you squeeze both of his nipples at the same before murmuring the phrase that Gojo wants to hear.

"Go on then, cum."

Mere seconds later Gojo is screaming as he throws his head back, sobs racking his body as he shoots his cum all over his chest and on your shirt, dirtying it even more than it was before. He squeezes your shoulders, holding onto them for dear life as his orgasm floods his body.

You watch in awe as tears streak down his face and soon he buries his face into your neck, hiccuping and whimpering as he slows down his grinding. He mumbles "thank you"s over and over again until he quiets down.

You wait a few minutes for him to calm down before whispering into his ear with a smirk.

"Round two?" Gojo whines at your teasing but you feel his dick harden against your stomach and you know he wants it too.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[niluffa]

STAYING FOREVER ─ s. gojo

SUMMARY : five times satoru has said your name with different kinds of emotions, and one time he said your name softly.

CONTENT : fluff, friends to lovers, angst, smut, s2 spoilers, sub!satoru, dom!fem!reader, riding, praise, dacryphilia (lots of crying), handjob, two orgasms, creampie, small aftercare

W. COUNT : 8,0k

AUT. NOTE : this took a ridiculous amount of time, and i’m still not satisfied with it !! :(

you gulped at the “welcome to jujutsu high” sign standing tall at the entrance of the school you were transferred to just a few days ago. apparently, it was due to your ‘ability to see curses’—mind you, what the hell was a curse anyway?

sure, some strange creatures always kept peeking out from behind the buildings whenever you were on your way to school or back, but you always thought you were just a bit insane. or at least, that’s what your parents, who couldn’t see curses, always told you.

years of therapy that you didn’t even need were hopeless to shut down your worries, and you sometimes wonder if you were just as out of your mind as everybody, even your friends think.

“aliens? cut that crap out, [name]!” they would laugh at you.

the information you have spilled to your therapist somehow reached yaga, the principal of the school you were walking through at the very moment, who wasted no time to reach out to you, happy to explain every one of your questions.

well, he wasn’t exactly happy to realize yet another bright teenager like you will spend years of torture and the burden of being a sorcerer, building up friendships just to watch them drop dead one by one—only to end up like them.

he didn’t tell you that because he knew you were already aware of the amount of pain you would go through once you accepted your position as a student at jujutsu high.

but it was worth a try, right?

you were currently following the principal. he told you to just stay quiet and let him introduce you to your new classmates and future mission partners.

the door into the classroom was slammed open by yaga, and his cold and stoic face matched his deep voice that echoed through the room, “good morning─”

“good morning, sensei!” a white-haired male yells from his seat, his grin spreading from one ear to another. your jaw dropped when you took a good look at him.

he was drop-dead gorgeous.

the iconic glasses he always used to wear were abandoned on his desk to reveal his vibrant blue eyes that could kill by the way they lit up the whole room—which was lowkey a bit creepy. nevertheless, the shade of the blue was just so hypnotic that you couldn’t look away.

the boy’s six eyes immediately get triggered under your stare, and he wastes no time to let his dramatic side out.

“sensei—” the male begins, taking a big inhale, and your face already cringes when you realize his plan is nothing else but to yell at the top of his lungs, “she’s staring!”

the classroom falls dead silent, and you watch the other male with a bun slap the back of the white-haired’s head. the girl next to them sat unbothered, her lips pursing at the awkward silence.

“satoru . . .” yaga warns him, making the boy flinch and shrink back to his seat with a wobbly but embarrassed smile that shows how much he’s prepared for the whole hour of scolding from the principal later.

the older man sighs, “this is your new classmate, [name].”

you stand in front of the board in silence as yaga begins to explain some things that are not related to you—instead, you pay attention to the gazes of the trio you just learned to recognize as your classmates.

a brunette girl on your right, closest to the window. a guy with a bun who was sitting in the middle. and, of course, a white-haired guy closest to the door. maybe that is why your eyes landed on him the second you stepped in.

from what you could tell, the black-haired male held zero judgment towards you by the way he offered you a friendly smile that made his eyes curl into the shape of a crescent moon. he looked kind, and you smiled back.

the girl was questionable at first. she looked up and down at you, and for a second, you were afraid her face would do the twist of disgust, and she would roll her eyes as most of the girls in your school did—but she didn’t. instead, she offered you the same smile the boy on her right did.

the white-haired male—satoru, as yaga mentioned—was a bit different. his reaction was rather interesting. aside from yelling at the top of his lungs that you were staring at him, he did exactly what you expected from the girl on the left.

“[name]?” satoru huffs in annoyance. he stared at you with a pout, his face twisting. but it wasn’t a judgmental twist that would make you burst out in tears and run away from the room—even when you didn’t say a single word, and your voice was still unknown to him.

“i don’t like her,” satoru huffs proudly. the attention he was expecting was far away from reality than he would like to admit. angry look from yaga, an annoyed look from his two other classmates, and a sad look from you.

maybe this was a sign for him to never speak again.

“suguru,” satoru whispered harshly, nudging his elbow into the boy’s side, who was already sending him an ‘are you serious’ look, “back me up!”

suguru clicked his tongue, “raise your hand if you care.”

the silence that fell right after suguru’s words was so damn awkward that even you couldn’t help but feel bad for the amount of embarrassment satoru must have felt after not a single person in the room raised their hand. his head hung low in shame, the sound of his forehead slamming against the desk only making others roll their eyes.

“i apologize for satoru’s behavior, [name]. please, feel free to take a seat.” yaga says, but immediately finds the issue of why you never sat down—the only available spot was right next to satoru. yaga clears his throat.

“suguru? shoko? please,” the principal didn’t have to repeat himself twice for the two of them to nod and switch their seats so that you could be as far as possible from satoru and his bratty personality.

the rest of the class period was quiet, but you could feel satoru’s gaze on you almost every five minutes—just about every time yaga turned his back to all four of you to write something on the board. so as soon as the teacher lifted the piece of chalk to write something, satoru had his head snapped in your direction.

“ignore him,” shoko whispered since even though satoru wasn’t looking at her, his gaze was so easy to pick up that even yaga, who had turned around for a while, knew what was going on behind his back.

after what felt like forever, the class came to an end—that couldn’t be said the same for satoru’s non-stopping stare that went on and on for the past hour without breaking. but once you found the courage to make eye contact with him, he was a long time gone.

you sigh in defeat and wonder if maybe next time you will be able to talk to satoru normally without him him having the need of digging blades into you with his stare.

“hey,” shoko spoke, “can i get your number?”

the weekend followed. you questioned why you had to be transferred to the school on friday and why they just couldn’t let you stay home for the weekend and then show you the school—but who are you to wander into yaga’s office and complain.

when shoko texted you just some location of a random street without telling you any context or clues, anxiety began to rise within your body. funny how a simple “meet us there” was able to shake you up so much.

no, they won’t kidnap you and beat you until death just because satoru was too picky with his choices of making new friends—you had to insure yourself.

“hey, you came!” shoko cheers as soon as you come into her vision, and you tell yourself that it wasn’t so bad, you were just overthinking again. a special habit you had for the longest time, “i’m glad you did.”

suguru nods with that same kind smile and adds, “we were afraid you wouldn’t show up.”

you smiled at their words, genuinely grateful you won’t spend all your sorcerer years as a punching bag for some mean kids who were raised without any sort of manners.

there were two other people, both male. the blonde one introduced himself quietly but with a hint of respect while the brunette one just shook your hand, looking like he was about to burst from having too much energy.

“we’ll go check the movie seats. wait here, okay?” shoko waved, and you nodded, soon enough finding yourself a nice empty bench while the other four entered the movie theater.

the streets were quiet, and you had to admit that it was quite relaxing. not until you heard heavy footsteps and a very familiar voice rushing right in your direction. you cursed under your breath.

“nooo! they went inside already?!” satoru dramatically collapses right next to you, the plastic bag that he was holding landing right on top of your lap. fortunately, none of the things ended up broken.

after satoru was done with his fake sobbing and whining about how he “checked the time multiple times” and “how dare they go inside without him”, he took the bag from your lap to his to open it.

“i’m sorry. about uh,” satoru clears his throat, “yesterday.”

for a second, you froze. apology from satoru gojo himself? oh, you were so flattered you could yell it out from the rooftops. but truth be told, you weren’t affected by his yesterday act at all. maybe that has something to do with your “people’s people” personality.

“oh, no, no!” you wave it off. satoru hears your voice for the first time, and he’s shocked about how sweet and gentle it sounds, “it’s okay, really─”

“no, i’m serious,” satoru cuts you off before you have the chance to rant about how truly you didn’t care and that sometimes, first impressions just don’t go as many people would like them to be, and that’s okay.

“i brought you this as an apology. i hope you like sweets as much as i do!” the sorcerer shoots you the same grin he did yesterday when greeting yaga. “please accept it. it was the last piece.”

satoru hands you a plastic box of edamame and cream kikufuku—a small tag hung from the side of it, and the price that was supposed to be on it was harshly ripped apart so you were unable to tell how much he spent.

you hummed, “thank you, gojo—”

“satoru. please, call me satoru.”

“okay, satoru.” you smile, feeling happy with the whole situation. at first, he was an asshole who looked like he wanted to throw you out of the classroom just because you were breathing, and now, he spent god-knowing how much yen just to buy you an apology gift.

“hey, the movie is starting—oh, satoru!” suguru’s smile got wider at the sight of his best friend and you sitting next to each other, satoru’s favorite kikufuku flavor on your lap.

satoru, immediately after hearing suguru’s voice, grinned and jumped up from his seat. you came running right after them, tightly holding the sweet dessert the white-haired boy had bought you close to your chest as if it was the most precious and important thing in the whole world.

the movie was, in your opinion, boring. supposedly, it was a famous summer horror that your classmates, along with haibara and nanami, wanted to see for the longest time.

the plot wasn’t even that bad, and it had the potential to be interesting if it wasn’t for the poor choice of actors in the movie. the budget was low too, and it showed. so the only thing you really could do was stare at the poor attempts of what was supposed to be a jumpscare.

“oh, man . . .” satoru groaned from beside you and gave in to the impulse thought of spreading his long, aching limbs everywhere they could fit—because he was the strongest, who was gonna stop him when his spreading arms would block their vision of the threader screen?

“this movie is boring!” the sorcerer was now spread all over his seat, your seat, and also you. the boy takes good notice of how you didn’t even look at him when his legs landed right on your lap and how you continued to stare at the screen with a blank expression.

satoru decided to push his luck to spread out even more than he already was. but this time, his head took the place of his legs—right on your lap. finally, you did look down at the recognition of something shaped like a head, and you smiled when you saw the white-haired boy grin up and you.

what you didn’t expect was when satoru’s thumb rose to flick his own forehead multiple times, mentioning for you to kiss the spot he had touched just now. and you listened. bending down a bit, your hand removed all the bangs his hand wasn’t able to scoop, and your lips contacted the skin of his forehead.

“didn’t know you would fall so easily, [name]!” satoru says teasingly, followed by a genuine chuckle. his toothy grin shoved appearance again, and you bit down your lip so as not to burst out laughing and ruin the movie experience for the other people.

a quit flash of a camera, “cut it out, lovebirds,” shoko had to lean over to whisper from her seat so that the guy, who was already glaring at her for taking a picture in the threader, wouldn’t bash her out.

“get a room, you two!” suguru chuckled from the other side and watched both of your faces catch an adorable shade of pink that would be hard to get rid of once the same thing might happen later.

because satoru is definitely getting another kiss from you.

“ew! look how ugly that is!” riko squeaked out of disgust, pointing at a strange-looking creature that desperately tried to bury itself back in the sand before another wave of ocean water arrived and filled the hole again.

the worm-like creature kept digging even after many failed attempts to disappear from the hungry seagulls who kept circling above the four of you for the past half hour.

“ew!” your boyfriend yelled, voice high-pitched when he burst out laughing at the poor animal trying, but failing, to borrow itself away from the flying predators, “don’t worry, princess!” he jumps in from of you, “i will protect you from that gut-wrenching alien!”

“it’s a sea cucumber,” you deadpan, watching suguru and riko chuckle at satoru’s reaction—which was giving you a long face before letting his head fall in defeat, close to throwing a tantrum, “help it, satoru.”

“you’re no fun!” the boy huffs but listens to you anyway. his colossal hands dug deep into the sand, and once reaching a good size, satoru stared at you in silence.

“what?” you question.

“come put the thing into the hole.” satoru gulps, wondering if you’re playing about being clueless about what he wants you to do, or if you’re dead serious.

“why?” you question again.

“it was your idea!” satoru yells. his voice held nervousness and more cracks than the strongest would like to admit.

“don’t tell me you’re scared.” you tease, earning a chuckle from suguru who leaned over your ear to whisper, “oh, he definitely is.”

satoru gasped, “no way!”

“just admit it, i won’t laugh—” you get cut off, needing to bite your lip in order not to burst out laughing because the strongest is afraid of a little sea cucumber.

“you’re already laughing!” the white-haired boy protests, pointing at you with one of his long and slim fingers that he didn’t dare to wrap around the animal.

you roll your eyes at the sorcerer and decide to put the situation into your own hands. so easily, you pick up the marine creature and put it into the hole that your boyfriend has dug. he, immediately, throws the leftover sand back at the sea cucumber right before another wave could come.

“i don’t want to see that alien near me ever again!” satoru made a fake gagging noise, holding you by your shoulder so that you won’t have the audacity to run away and find yet another sea cucumber—and maybe even chase him with it.

the sun began to set soon enough. the seagulls were gone, no longer praying on the poor sea cucumber. riko was wet from being thrown into the ocean water by satoru, and you and suguru spent a lot of time building a perfect sand castle. in secret, suguru would peek around, making sure all four of you were safe, and nobody was here to take the star plasma vessel away.

“we should go back,” suguru suggested, dusting his hands to get rid of the leftover sand he used to build a sandcastle. you nod at his words, turning around to call out for the two other idiots who are still in the water, “satoru! riko!” you yell, catching both of their attention.

satoru stuck out his tongue at the young girl before using his long legs to reach out to you and pick you up without effort. “you look ridiculous!” you squeaked. the leftover sunscreen that didn’t sink into his skin was decorating his cheeks and nose, making him look paler than he already was.

“back we go!” satoru yells, rushing past his best friend to be the first one to reach the hotel—with you still in his arms, looking like a princess the way he was holding you.

by the time satoru sets you down, you’re already in your hotel room. exhausted, you collapse on the bed, “i’m going to take a shower,” you mumbled into the sheets before you picked yourself up and grabbed your towel.

“alright, princess!” satoru grins from behind you, sending you a small wave before you disappear into the bathroom of your hotel. the sorcerer could finally let his grin drop, the same exhausted collapse on the bed following his mind.

but he couldn’t. he had to stay up for the sake of riko. even if it meant another sleepless night would have to haunt the already tired sorcerer. he was the strongest, after all. one night without sleeping won’t kill him.

“satoru?” you call out, confused. the room was empty by the time you stepped out of the shower—no sight of your boyfriend. your footsteps were quiet as you moved down the hall, only to find satoru sitting in the lobby alone.

you kneel in front of him, “you should sleep.”

“can’t,” satoru hums, “too dangerous.”

you sigh at his words. the whole star plasma vessel thing was fucked up and already made your head ache. and the fact you had to watch your boyfriend’s eyebags grow by each day wasn’t helping.

“don’t worry about me, [name],” satoru assured you as if reading your mind, voice visibly tired as he spoke.

“i’ll still worry about you,” you begin, placing a soft peck on his lips, “but i’ll let it go. just . . . don’t exhaust yourself too much, okay?” you blink up at him, and for the last time this long night, he shot you his iconic toothy grin.

you waved at him, ready to turn around and leave—as you were grateful he was sacrificing his own sleep hours so that you could have yours. not until you heard his sweet voice.

“don’t forget to dream about me!”

the first thing in the morning was your boyfriend clinging to your arm, asking: “did you dream about me?” with a pout and puppy eyes that begged you to play along and say—

“yeah,” you ruffle his hair, “i did, ‘toru.”

satoru does a girlish gasp, covering his open mouth with both of his hands like a high-school girl—partly mocking sweet riko, who was eyeing him from the other side of the public plane.

your boyfriend stuck out his tongue, earning a smack from suguru, “cut it out, satoru.”

satoru’s reaction was a huff and dramatic snap of his head towards your direction. you, too busy looking out of the window, didn’t notice his glare. offended by your “not on purpose” ignorance, satoru let out an even louder, and more dramatic huff.

“do you need something, satoru?” you ask, finally tearing your eyes from the amazing view you got from up here.

“your attention?” satoru grins, and once hearing your heavy sigh, he knew he won. spreading himself all over the place, his head landed on your lap just like it did the first time in the threader. the memory almost brought tears—

“hey!” suguru yells, eye-widened, “get your feet off me!”

you lean forward to take a better look, almost bursting out laughing. in order for satoru to place his head on your lap and fit into his seat at the same time, his long legs spread all over his best friend’s lap. poor suguru, of course, didn’t appreciate that kind of behavior.

“deal with it,” satoru mouths, fixing his glasses by using his middle finger to push it further up his nose—flipping off his best friend in his favorite way. suguru stared back at him in disbelief, shaking his head with squinted eyes.

satoru didn’t take his legs off suguru for the rest of the flight, and the other male had to just suck it up and let you and your boyfriend have a romantic moment. but suguru would lie if he said he wasn’t irritated by satoru’s smug grin when you massaged his scalp.

the strongest didn’t have to watch his buddy’s angry stare ever since he drifted off, leaving satoru and you alone for a few hours.

“princess?” satoru spoke, and even when he likes to bother his best friend any chance he gets, his tone is quiet, not to disturb his sleep. you hum, and he continues, “i love you.”

your eyebrows furrowed, “i love you too . . . is everything okay?” you ask just in case, not expecting him to say something so casual with such a strange expression.

for a second, satoru freezes. your eyes were so soft while you waited patiently for his answer, not rushing him and expecting an answer right away just like everybody else in his life did. he was the strongest, right? what took him so long to answer such a simple question?

“everything’s fine,” satoru assured you, but you didn’t fail to notice the desperate squeeze he gave your hand. your hand sent a squeeze back, and the boy relaxed back into your lap, nodding, “promise.”

“take a nap, okay?” you suggest. the flight will last longer than all of you thought it did, and a little taste of sleep did sound nice—satoru thought it through and nodded.

satisfied by his choice of answer, you shifted yourself a bit lower to give the sorcerer more room to fully relax. he was grateful that you didn’t want him to wake up with an aching neck and burning spine.

and trust me, he did thank you by the time all of you woke up and stepped out of the plane. but now, as you walked up the many stairs of the jujutsu high, your legs ached for just a quick break.

“so─many─stairs!” you huff and take a step up with every pause, earning a shit-eating grin from your boyfriend who was able to walk up multiple stairs at once without even breaking a sweat.

“we’re almost inside the jujutsu high’s barrier,” suguru says out loud, and you wish you could just tell him that the fact he just mentioned didn’t help your aching legs or your tired brain that was overthinking all flight after satoru fell asleep.

speaking of satoru—he kept grinning all the way upstairs, never once leaving your side. as if he wanted to watch you suffer with each step.

“i could always carry you, you know?” satoru’s annoying grin got wider, if that’s even possible, as he was eager to watch your reaction. you, of course, turned him down.

the second you pass the last stair, you bend over to catch your hands on your knees. the way you gulped and gasped for air made suguru laugh as he praised everyone for making it to the top.

your eyes rolled back in “pleasure” when the jujutsu high barrier’s cold air made contact with your sweaty skin, and you sighed in relief. the only thing you needed right now was a cold shower.

the comforting feeling left as fast as it came when a warm liquid splashed your cheeks. horrified, your eyes shifted to your left to find the source—only the find your boyfriend with a sword pierced through his torso.

“satoru!” a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the whole jujutsu high campus called out his name, and suguru wasted no time to rush to you, who were already running to your boyfriend.

suguru’s curse was quick to send the attacker away, but when you reached out to help satoru, his palm stopped you right away. “i’m fine,” he smiled, acting like his uniform was not completely soaked in blood.

you were still in shock, unable to choke out anything “just ‘cause your boyfriend was fucking stabbed in front of you and his blood was on your face.” satoru felt bad for the scene he caused—even suguru and riko were worried.

“[name],” satoru said sternly, one hand cupping your cheek to fully ground you into listening to his words. which were, according to him, very important, “you and suguru, take riko and flee. i’ll finish him off.”

you wanted to slap satoru—scream and yell at him for how insane he must have to be to just tell you to leave him all by himself while you, suguru, and riko ran to safety. but then again, he was the strongest. who were you to argue with someone like him in a situation like this?

so you nodded, took riko by her arm, and together with the other sorcerer that was already waiting for your lead, you ran. there was only one thing you could do—believe in him.

“believe in the strongest,” you have told yourself, having enough faith in satoru to let him fight someone who was able to trick his infinity and land a perfect stab that made the time itself pause, letting everybody process that fact.

satoru would laugh, “a perfect stab? he wasn’t even able to hit my fetal organs!” you could already imagine the cocky grin he would shoot you just to make you feel less worried.

but now, the strongest has been announced dead.

the moment those words reached your brain, you were already thrown to the ground with a gun pointing at your motionless body. you could pick yourself up and continue the fight—but what was life without satoru, the only thing that made your life as a sorcerer not so miserable?

your face was still covered in satoru’s blood, which was now dried up. even while finding the motivation to raise your hand and clean your skin, the blood was simply too hard and stuck to your face.

your cheek lay against the cold concrete as you didn't have the energy to get up from the position the man had thrown you into. now, you were basically forced to watch suguru’s curses destroy the temple in the hope of killing whoever started this.

but is this what you really wanted? was this something that satoru would wish you to do? lay down and hear suguru’s screams whenever he got slashed across the chest, or even slammed into the hard walls of the buildings?

maybe you did consider yourself useless, but against the man who killed satoru gojo himself, everybody was—even suguru. but the difference is that he didn’t give up. hearing his best friend die stung, and so did the death of riko when he watched a bullet fly straight into her brain and watch her drop dead right in front of him. but suguru dusted himself off and kept fighting.

but by the time you somehow managed your shaky arms to support your weight to sit up, the man was gone—and so was riko’s body. you were useless to protect the girl and fight against the enemy.

the least you could do was limp all the way to suguru and help him reach shoko in time. you already lost one fucking important person in your life and you were sure as hell not gonna lose another one. so you ignored the burning feeling in your legs and dragged the male to shoko.

during suguru’s treatment, you stayed quiet. the cold wall that pressed against your back triggered every one of your nerves—if that was even possible, considering the fact that your whole body had been shut down the moment you received the news about satoru—but you were too weak to even pull away.

“[name],” yaga’s voice shook you out of your thoughts, disoriented eyes weakly lifting to meet his, “satoru’s alive.”

star religious group facilities—you never ran so fast in your life like you did right now. from one place to another, you cursed yourself for the members who have built some many of these places, as if one wasn’t enough.

“slow down!” suguru yelled. you didn’t listen, jumping off one of his curses to reach another building where you were supposed to meet satoru. so far, it was no good, and both of you were unable to spot the familiar white hair you grew to love.

the door was harshly torn open, and you were ready to let out a disappointing whine at the lack of people in the room. the thought was far from reality.

a bright room filled with hundreds of people, all dressed in white. the clapping sound of their palms directly hitting against each other made your ears ring. even suguru, who was peeking out from behind you, began to worry at your reaction.

the room went quiet when your eyes landed on the tall man walking right towards you. people didn’t stop clapping, and suguru’s mouth moved but no words came out.

there he was─the strongest, alive.

“you’re late, suguru, [name] . . .” satoru’s tone had caught you off guard. he sounded so emotionless, and his stare was blank, not a single ounce of his personality showing. the light in his eyes died too, making you choke up a sob you didn’t dare to release.

there was no need to cry. satoru was right in front of you, alive. his heart was beating, and every fetal wound he had back then was gone.

“should we kill these guys? the way i feel right now, i doubt i’d feel anything about it,” satoru asks. you froze, blinking.

the strongest was far away from being fine. later that day, all three of you returned home with a new kind of trauma that would haunt you for the rest of your life. but that was the life of a sorcerer. helping the weak and taking all the burden on yourself so that others don’t have to.

satoru was a bit shook up, only capable of creating a small form of sentences—a good start. but in the morning, he’ll be the same sunshine as he always is. that was all you could think about as you dragged your soap-covered hands up and down satoru’s back, watching all the blood fall by your feet and drench somewhere into the sewers.

shoko had already cleaned you up, but when satoru was already fast asleep in the comfort of his bed, you stayed up all night to dig your fingers into your skin in the hope of getting rid of the feeling of satoru’s blood on your face.

something like this will never happen again, you swear.

“great. now you need to add—” whatever came out of the woman’s mouth next was just blurred-out words—good for nothing sentences as you stared at the burnt pancakes with horror in your eyes.

months passed since the star plasma vessel accident, and you have grown more comfortable. satoru has been doing better too, not affected by the past events anymore.

now, you stood in the middle of the jujutsu high dorm’s kitchen. the food you have been currently working on has been burned into near ashes, making you question your cooking skills.

soon enough, you grew tired of the smell and decided to clean up so the other students wouldn’t have to work in a mess you created by your poor attempt at the evening snack.

you left the window open just in case your nose got too used to the smell, and the others would have different experiences with the terrible smell—avoiding scolding from yaga, who would never allow you to cook again. even if it meant for you to starve.

but when you returned to your dorm room, your moment of peace and quiet didn’t last as long as you wanted it to be. a small and almost shy knock came from the direction of the wooden door. too curious to ignore the person and throw yourself on the soft cushions of your bed, you rushed to answer whoever was waiting outside.

you were shocked to make eye contact with satoru, whose teary eyes and irregular breathing hinted to you he was on the verge of a panic attack—your thoughts were confirmed when a heart-breaking sob left escaped his mouth.

“h-he left . . .” satoru whispered, lips trembling. before you were given the chance to ask something, you watched him gasp for air with a pained expression, “he fucking left me!”

you stood frozen—who left? you don’t recall any news from yaga that was more recent than a few weeks ago. through the months of being a sorcerer, you never experienced the loss of someone who would decide to leave the school.

perhaps you misunderstood, and satoru was hinting at some random friend of his that he had never mentioned before. maybe they passed away, leaving your boyfriend shaking and in tears as he knocked on your door. but even then, whose absence could affect him this much?

“suguru!” satoru sobs as if he had taken your confused face as a hint for him to explain. unfortunately, his brain was mush at the moment, and the only thing he wanted to think about was getting rid of all the sadness—with your help.

“suguru? what do you—satoru, don’t . . .” you slurred out when you felt his hand weakly tug at your pants, and you immediately knew what his intentions were. you couldn’t allow him to trust you with removing his sadness, not when it involved a still unknown situation with suguru.

“p-please! please, please, please!” satoru sobs, even louder than his first try was. obviously, he wanted you to pity him and give in to drown him in the pleasure he needed so badly.

you shook your head, sternly stating: “satoru, no.” but his loud cries never died down—in fact, they only increased at your rejection. he just wanted for you to let him escape reality, so why did you keep saying no?

satoru fully broke down, hugging your waist from his kneeling position as if his life depended on it. “n-need you, please. just this once . . .” the puppy eyes he had given you was something he used only to really convince you to do something. but even then, he never used it in a serious situation like this.

“not right now, satoru,” you slowly lift him up, forcing small steps out of him before he collapses on your bed, “you’re in pain right now, you don’t realize what you’re saying. by the time you sober up, you’ll regret what you’ve asked for . . .”

the strongest shook his head and kept clinging to you like a baby koala, too afraid to face the reality of the world. what you were saying was true, and satoru’s actions weren’t as healthy as they sounded—but why did it hurt this much?

“b-but—” satoru gasps at the lack of oxygen in his lungs when he tries to confront you about whatever is happening right now but fails to do so, sobbing with frustration, “just this once . . . all i’m asking for—please!”

you weren’t sure for how long you could keep up with your rejecting act—you wanted to take away all of his problems and satisfy all his fantasies that currently fogged up his mind, so when he blinked up to you with those pretty long white lashes, you gave in with a sigh. “just this once, ‘toru.”

you gently laid him down, using pillows and blankets to make a spot comfortable enough to let him fully sink into the moment. satoru, carefully picking, chose a safeword in case the moment wasn’t as dreamy as he expected it to be.

everything was fine. satoru gave you his consent multiple times to the point he thought you were planning to edge him the whole night—tears appeared in his eyes again.

the first kiss of the night was gentle, mostly just helping to distract satoru when your hand traveled all the way down in order to wrap around his graciously pretty cock. you coo at his whimpers, “i know, i know.”

satoru moaned the second you gave him a few testing pumps, looking out for any sight of discomfort or pain.

“more,” the white-haired boy whispers when he decides the stimulation of a few “testing” pumps isn’t enough, and he wants the full experience that you were willing to give him. so carefully, your wrist moved faster.

everything was spinning. getting so much movement on his poor virgin cock from something else that wasn’t his own hand when he jerked off was a different feeling—a new kind of feeling that satoru began to like more and more.

when you increased the speed to keep the pleasure going, your thumb accidentally brushed over his tip. you mentally slapped yourself, noting to be careful next time. but satoru didn’t seem to mind. not when his back arched off the bed with a loud mewl escaping his lips.

“oh, you liked that?” you cooed at him and repeated the same process of rolling your finger over his tip. satoru’s reaction was the same, just slightly more intense with the way his cock shamelessly released an impressive amount of pre-cum.

satoru kept liking all the interactions you had with his cock so far, so the level of enjoyment didn’t decrease once your hand moved faster with the help of the sparse liquid.

the rest of his shaft became wet and slippery, basically letting you just guide your fingers to the tip before letting them fall down to the base. somehow, the movements seemed to trigger something inside the sorcerer when a fucked-out giggle left his throat.

“s-so good—it’s so good!” satoru hiccups between his words, mainly babbling to himself. and truth be told, he didn’t really care if you thought his behavior was weird. fortunately for him, you weren’t one to judge, not in a moment like this, and you kept going.

your hand shifted in different ways, looking out for places that were more sensitive than others in a way satoru could not describe. the male took an immense liking to the area near his tip, or even the tip itself—you noted and kept stimulating the same spot that made his eyes roll.

“c-close!” satoru’s tone was almost shy as he spoke. the familiar burning feeling inside his stomach rose at a rapid speed. he began to squirm underneath you of the sudden pleasure that harshly flexed his tummy, “g-gonna cum!”

“mhm,” you were quick to coo at him with small kisses all over his face. but your innocent touches failed to distract satoru’s attention from your brutal strokes of his cock that were successful to send him over the edge.

“c-cumming!” satoru’s voice was high-pitched before his orgasm washed over his body for the first time of the night. when his release landed all over his tummy, you hummed a praising sound that left the sorcerer trembling. but it was not enough. satoru wanted more.

you checked up on him, making sure he was alright after such an intense orgasm that looked almost painful in a way you couldn’t describe. oh, if only you knew how much pleasure he was in—you would have kept going without a question or pause.

“are you okay, sweet boy?” your gentle voice made satoru feel like he was floating somewhere in heaven. somewhere far away from all the pain and the burden of the world he had to carry as the strongest. especially after failing to protect so many people in his life.

satoru choked on his own sob, and his face was quick to twist from extraordinary pain at the memory from earlier. you still didn’t know what was happening because if you did, suguru would have ended up with a few broken bones for hurting his best friend in such a cruel way.

but you didn’t know, not yet. so you held satoru close to your chest in an attempt to soothe his cries. you’ve already told yourself the session was over when the male shook in your arms from the mix of his orgasm and whatever happened between his and suguru.

but to your surprise, satoru didn’t take this as the end. no, he craved—“o-one more . . . please!” he whimpered against your chest with teary eyes tightly shut. he didn’t want you to see him like this. not when he was so vulnerable.

something about the way satoru kept clinging to you as if you were to disappear made your eyes soften. the sorcerer was so close to escaping the misery that you couldn’t just decline now. with a sigh, you nodded.

satoru expected another handjob—that’s why he kept his eyes shut and let you shift positions so that you could get the work done easier. but when he felt something warm lowering itself on his cock, he gasped.

“shhh,” you whisper, cradling his head back to the original position on your chest before satoru can do it himself. if he knew that knocking at your door with tears in his eyes would lead to you riding him, he would have much sooner.

the moment you were adjusted to his size, your hips began to rock themselves against his. you moved slowly, carefully dragging whimper after whimper from the boy underneath you, who was currently staring at you with blown-out eyes.

you were a goddess to satoru—you had to be. the way you gently caressed his hair, the way you prepped small kisses on his face, the way you moved slowly so that satoru could preserve every roll of your hips.

right now, he wasn’t the “god” who shifted the balance of the world due to his birth. in this situation, you were.

satoru broke down crying, but what he admired the most about you was that you didn’t stop. long ago, he told you to keep going, that he’s okay because he wants this. and you listened to him, not daring to pause your movements.

the boy whispered something, but it was faint. you weren’t able to pick up a single word he tried to say, feeling bad for not being able to respond to him—solid proof that you’re listening. but satoru was too deep into this, and thanks to his constant babbling, you were able to hear his thoughts.

“d-don’t leave . . .” satoru whispered, a bit louder than last time. it was still uncharacteristically quiet for somebody like him, but you were lucky for this position to give you better access in order to hear him.

satoru sobbed this time, fingers digging into every inch of your skin that he could reach. at this point, he was basically dragging you down with him, and you weren’t even allowed to rise yourself anymore to properly ride him.

the strongest, for the first time in his life, was terrified. he was too shaken from the events earlier, and the thought of you following the same path as suguru made him shake in terror. he couldn’t let you leave, not now.

“p-please don’t leave!” satoru wailed, “n-not you! anyone but you! i-i can’t—” his sobs continued on, and on for quite a while, and your hands ended up cupping his tear-stained red cheeks.

“i’m not leaving. you know i won’t . . .” you whisper. one of satoru’s hands flew to yours, weakly interlocking his pinky with yours.

satoru sniffed, “promise?” he could only choke out much, his throat raw from the previous breakdown—not like he cared either way, he was just too tired to try to get his voice to work normally. you nodded, “promise.”

that’s all it took to make satoru’s grip on your skin loose. he no longer held onto your shoulder with a death grip like you were to get up and leave, no. he allowed you to move after you made your promise of not leaving him.

satoru had to choke up another sob when your hand moved to catch his, bringing it up to your lips. you took your time with the kisses, making sure to leave no place untouched.

his knuckles were white from the grip he had on the sheets, or maybe even your skin earlier. you weren’t sure which one was it, since both of them were pretty brutal and made the skin over his bones look paler than usual.

when your lips moved to his palm, you noticed a fresh open cut. the wound held a shape of thin lines that looked almost way too familiar to his fingernails. you took a mental note to ask about it later—once he’s mentally ready.

you placed the last kiss on the nail on his middle finger that held an unhealthy color due to being squeezed for too long. whatever happened with him and suguru, if satoru thought about using that technique, it must have been serious.

satoru was too deep in his thoughts by the time your hips started to move again. the feeling of your slow movements made his eyes roll back to the back of his skull. he thought you being rough with him would be the best option for his brain to shut down—but once tasting the gentleness from your slow pace, satoru chose a winner.

“you’re doing so good, pretty boy. keep breathing through your nose,” you praise him, knowing it will catch his full attention before taking the opportunity to remind him to breathe properly, not wanting his sobbing mess to catch another near panic attack.

satoru blinks up at you through those long, white eyelashes that are soaked and stuck together with his tears. his blue eyes look majestic—they always do, but now, they are just so pretty and glossy from the salty liquid on his waterline.

every time your hips rose before slamming down, the tears threatened to escape. whatever it was rolling down his red cheeks or falling on his thighs, satoru struggled to keep them stay in place.

“i-i tried to stop him—” you carefully listened to his words as he did his best to speak through his heavy breathing of his incoming orgasm, “i really did! b-but he—oh god!” his words were cut where you sped up the pace.

“you did well,” you whisper, being gentle as ever when placing a soft kiss near his ear. “i don’t really know what happened between the two of you,” you admit, ignoring satoru’s high-pitched noises as he began to claw at your skin when his tummy begins to flex again.

“but i know you did a fucking good job,” you finish, and he does too. satoru screams into your shoulder that had been marked with his well-kept nails, sobbing along his release. you kept stroking his hair, feeling his cum fill you up.

the milky ring appears soon enough, and your hips finally come to a stop. satoru didn’t complain this time, letting you coo at him and whisper sweet nothing’s into his ear. telling him what a “good boy” he was, and how he “took it so well”

he didn’t feel so miserable now. the memory of suguru’s back turned to him as he walked out of his life will never leave his mind. it will never not haunt him everywhere he goes—the burning feeling inside his chest will forever stay.

but somehow, he couldn’t think about it when your gentle touches were pulling him to cloud nine. the way your hand caressed his thighs while the other one dragged the wet towel to clean up the mess you two made while his head was gently placed upon your pillow gave him butterflies.

the lipgloss he always wore was dried out now, making the skin feel weird and wobbly. but satoru found the strength to tear his lips apart and say what he wanted you to know.

“[name] . . .” satoru whispered softly, “thank you.”

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cw: sub! gojo, gn! reader, heavy feminization, lingerie, gojo wears panties, mentions of gojo having a pussy? highkey cringe writing :(

wc: 0.9k

lingerie inspo

The color matches his eyes. It's a pretty shade of blue that compliments his hair and his porcelain skin well. He was in a maid outfit, or at least the beginnings of one — it showed too much skin to be really considered an outfit.

The bottoms are a short skirt with a white and blue pattern and some white ruffles. The light blue top fits to cover just his chest, disappointingly hiding his nipples from you. And, of course, you put him in the loveliest, white lacy pantyhose and pretty white choker to match.

Gojo, bluntly, looks adorable and a different type of provocative than what you are used to.

Gojo, on the other hand, was pouting at you from across the room. His body is halfway covered by the wall, and he seems to be trying to hide away from you. The man pulls at the bottoms nervously and shakes his head at your grin. "This has got to be the most humiliating thing I have ever done," He complains, a dramatic whine in his voice.

"Hmmm, you think so? I don't know…Satoru, you have done some…Pathetic things. Don't you think, sweet thing?" You put up two fingers, beckoning him over to you. He frowns at you, ignoring the burning of the tips of his ears. "Come here, pretty. There is no need to hide," You coax when he pauses momentarily.

Gojo nods, trying his best to ignore the ridiculous pet name. He then strides over to you, and your eyes travel to the cutesy stalking that climbs up his leg and ends on his upper thigh.

You stand up to meet him halfway there, padding over to him with a teasing grin on your face. His hands go awardly to his sides, and he peers at you through his lashes. "My, my, I don't think I have ever seen the notorious Satoru Gojo embarrassed?"

"Im not—Just…Shut up, would you?" He half-heartedly mumbles, "Never been in girl's clothing before. You're the weird one here for buying this, ya hear me? N-Not me!"

"Such a shame, too." You muse, ignoring the second part of his sentence. "Think you may look better in it than in boy's clothing." He bites back a whine, another pout on his face. But you ignore him as you run your fingers over the fabric and walk around his lengthy body, twirling over every lace and ribbon. He doesn't move while you do the inspection; instead, he just looks at the floor awkwardly.

You press kisses along any surface you can, and Gojo sighs with every trace of your lips. You make your way to behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and traveling your hands along his chest and stomach. Your lips linger on his lower shoulder blades as you crane your head around to see the front of him. "The real question is," You mumble and pause, coaxing him.

"Hmm?" He prompts, eyes widening when he feels your fingers drag along the bottom of his skirt. He knows what is going to come, and he fumes a shade of red before bringing his hands up to cover his face.

You chuckle at him. "Tell me, did my pretty girl wear everything she was given?"

He shouldn't have put them on. He knew you were going to tease him about it, but still, he did it. To be good and listen to you in the moment sounded nice, but now, he could feel like he could die from humiliation.

"No," he tries to deny, but his voice is breathless, and he swears that you can hear how hard his heart is pounding. You nibble at the open flesh on his back, and he jumps.

"Aw, do I have a little liar?" You coo, and Satoru has the nerve to flip you off. You can't help but laugh at that. "And a brat too, huh?

He shakes his head and lowers his finger defeatedly. He wasn't smiling like you were; in fact, his mouth was dry, and he tries not to fidget. "Can you just do it already?"

"Excited, aren't we?" You prompt, but before he can rebuttal, you flip up the skirt to see the light blue sheer panties you picked out days prior.

"There she is," You tease, and his cock seems to twitch to life at the attention. "I knew you would wear them."

"Yeah, yeah…..Whatever, they just looked comfortable, that's all," He complains, biting his lip and not daring to look at the panties. It embarrassed him too much. You don't feel the need to deny his statements because it was an obvious fact that he was lying through his teeth.

Another glob of precum stains the silk, and you sigh dreamily. "Oh, Satoru, you are so wet; look, it's almost like you are meant to have a pussy!"

He lets out a breathless laugh and then cranes his head to look at you. Gojo, for the first time tonight, is grinning, and you are immediately intrigued. He then leans into your chest and whispers, "Dont need a pussy for you to fuck me."

A shiver runs down your spine, and your mouth goes dry. He always did these sorts of things. Made you question your authority for a moment with his cocky and smooth demeanor. But you didn't mind because it only made things more fun.

You are quick to recover like usual, and a feline-like smile spreads over your features. "That's my girl."

Gojo's eyes seem to light up.

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⊹ character(s). satoru gojo ⊹ genre. n/sfw ⊹ tags. gn!reader (strap is mentioned but no anatomy specifically mentioned), dom!reader, sub!gojo, groping, thigh humping, orgasm denial, toy usage (vibrator), hair pulling, degrading, petnames used, dacryphilia, gojo satoru being his usual mischievous self but reader knows how to put him in his place!

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"satoru, I said no."

"but..."

gojo's lips formed into a completely heartbroken pout as you swapped back to his regular old name instead of the affectionate nickname he'd insisted upon many a time, resting his head on your shoulder with a wounded expression.

for the past ten minutes, he'd been getting frisky with you. despite your repeated reminders that you were still technically on the clock if your students needed help with their training, they seemed to all go in one ear and out the other.

even now, his hand had slid down your lower back, just barely groping at your ass.

you immediately snatched up his wrist, glaring at him.

"do you want me to get furious with you? knock it off."

you didn't miss the way his eyes darkened with lust, biting his lip cheekily at your glowering stare.

"honey, if you look at me like that, it's going to get worse..."

indeed, your eyes drifted down just enough to see a prominent tent in your boyfriend's pants. just like a horny teenager, only one little push and he was raring to go.

as soon as you had caught sight of it, he grinned slyly, moving so that his front was pressed right up against your leg. he grasped your hand in his, just barely resisting the urge to start grinding against you.

you scoffed. a shiver wracked through satoru at the sound. he must be truly desperate.

"please, y/n, please?" he begged with all his might, blindfold off to truly accentuate his pleading eyes. "we can just do a quickie, just hop into an empty classroom, it'll take 5 minutes—"

"you say that every time, and it always turns into a fuckfest," you accused, feeling your eyebrow twitch at the way he guiltily conceded to your words with his cheeky smile. "you're never satisfied until I've wrung you dry at least ten times."

"that's an over exaggeration," he shot back, pouting again. before you could retort, you felt him give into his urges, rutting ever so slightly against your side. his breath, hot and heavy, landed on your ear, his breathless pleas swirling around in your mind.

he knew the way to get you going, and you hated him for it.

little whimpers slowly started filling your ear, but you tried not to react.

"please," satoru panted, biting down on his lip again as he got just the slightest stimulation from rubbing against you. his tip was leaking, aching, and he needed to do something about it now. needed you to do something about it.

"jus' love you so much... love you, love feeling you, please, feels so good in you, need you so bad..."

your glower was faltering.

"c'mon, please? just one, promise... want you inside me, too, know you keep that vibe in your bag jus' for me..."

you grit your teeth. as much as you hated to admit it in a moment where you were trying to be serious and consider your job at hand, he was right—the small remote-controlled vibrator was always carried with you at your boyfriend's loving request.

finally, you snapped, grabbing his bicep and practically yanking him into the empty classroom.

you slammed the door shut, all-too angry with the pleased expression your smug little boyfriend was sporting as he sat down on one of the desks.

"knew you'd—"

"quiet," you scolded, smashing your lips onto his. satoru reveled in how your tongue slid over his, how your teeth nipped at his abused lips from all his earlier biting, how you drank in his wanton moans.

he rutted up towards your leg again, but to his surprise, you grabbed his arms, pushing him chest-first onto the desk.

gojo wiggled his hips brazenly, as though inviting a challenge. you ignored his antics and lathered up your fingers with spit, pulling down his pants and finding his rim immediately.

he whined as you pushed the first finger inside, testing the waters. his little hole was as tight as ever, yet it still sucked your digits inside as soon as you started prodding. your other hand shifted to his weeping cock, lathering it in his overabundant pre, and he began squirming about.

little pants and huffs escaped his lips, but he still manages to turn on you with expectant, aggravating eyes.

"wish you had your strap," he whines, words long and drawn out. "want you to fuck me so good."

instead of ordering him to shut his mouth, you opted to shoving your precum coated fingers right into him, replacing your other hand and prodding down on his prostate nearly as soon as they'd entered him. satoru's back arched prettily at that, once smug eyes shooting wide open with surprised pleasure.

you began poking and pressing, rubbing against that sensitive little bundle of nerves within him. like a cheap whore, satoru instantly began pushing his ass back towards you, hips twitching with every press.

"p-please—" he whined, neglected cock practically dripping as you grasped his ass with your other hand, kneading it while you fucked him open. "more, w-want more, want it inside, lemme—"

you cleanly slid the vibrator into gojo before he could even process the movement, making sure it pressed into that spot within him just right.

he whimpered when your fingers left his hole, cock twitching. his blue eyes found yours again. a silent plea reflected in his gaze, but you only clicked your tongue, flipping him over and raising the remote as you sat across from him.

"I'm not riding you until we're home."

"but—!" those pretty eyes looked like they could start tearing up at any minute, but in the next second, they rolled back into satoru's head. the vibrator was noisy the instant you flipped it on, putting it on the highest setting and watching your boyfriend's jaw fall slack.

his thighs trembled as the little toy moved inside of him, drool beginning to slide down his lip as he grasped the desk.

you beckoned him over, and he shakily got to his feet, walking to stand in front of you. it seemed as though his knees might give out at any moment, poor thing, so you did the polite thing and propped up your leg.

"sit."

gojo didn't need to hear it twice, sitting himself right down on your leg and wincing as the vibe moved in him, shifting around with his every motion.

"want to get off, slut?"

gojo nodded enthusiastically, a heavy flush on his cheeks as he moaned and whined.

"yes, yes, please, touch my cock, please let me—"

"no, no," you chastised, placing your hand over his hip in a bruising grip. he whimpered. music to your ears. "you're going to hump my leg like a good little dog. got it?"

satoru keened. but with a weeping cock and no fight or cheek left in him, he nodded slowly, rubbing his aching dick against your leg. almost immediately, the stimulation had him desperate, rutting faster, his mouth opening as pathetic little noises left him.

"so pitiful," you hummed, reaching down to push on the vibrator stuffed up his ass. gojo cried out, precum trailing along your bare leg as he grinded against you like a dog in heat. "need me so bad, don't you, 'toru?"

"yes!" he sobbed, hands grasping your waist as he chased his pleasure blindly, eyes fogged over with a haze of lust. "p-please, lemme cum! want you in me! please fuck me!"

there was something so deeply intoxicating about seeing the strongest act like such a depraved whore all for you. you couldn't help but reach out and grab his chin, pushing your thumb onto his waiting tongue.

just like a cheap slut, he began sucking on your thumb at once, putting on a show of lathing your digit in spit and wrapping his tongue around it.

you smirked at that.

"being such a good little toy for me," you cooed. "maybe when we get home I'll really bend you over good and get you nice and ruined."

the way his eyes lit up with sheer lust was amusing beyond all belief.

"yes! yes!" he pleaded, pressing his ass and cock down onto your leg as he moved interchangeably to get the vibrator impossibly deeper within him. "s-so close! want you in me! want you to fuck me!"

"as you wish," you murmured lowly, pulling him down so he was angled more towards your chest. you reached behind him as he ground down onto your leg, grasping the vibrator and yanking it out of him. he was about to complain—that is, until he felt you shove it right back into him, obscene squelching accompanying the pounding of it into his prostate. the pleasure was sending jolts throughout the poor man, and he was growing increasingly desperate.

your other hand moved to his soft white locks, yanking them hard as you angled his face to be level with yours, kissing him sloppily as he keened into your mouth.

his cock was soaked in his own precum by now, twitching pitifully as it dragged against your leg. you could feel how wet it all was, the sticky white coating your skin in a soft sheen as he rubbed up and down.

"g'na—" gojo cried, muffled by your lips sliding over his. you allowed him a chance to breathe, staring into his teary eyes. "c-cum— g'na cum, cumming, cumming!"

before he could rut even once more, you reached between your two bodies, pinching the base of his cock. satoru's eyes shot wide open, and he tried at once to squirm away, but it was too late.

"n-no! no!" he sobbed, actual tears falling at last when the heat that had risen in his belly burned and faded instead of snapping like he had hoped. he blubbered openly, lower lip trembling as he tried to continue rubbing against you. "was so close! no— hngh! hurts, hurts, please, need t'—"

"never promised I'd let you cum."

gojo mewled, still trying to nudge his hips against yours, the sensation of the vibrator buzzing within him only bringing back a dull shred of pleasure that hurt somewhat after the blue balls you'd given him.

"why?" he sniffled, in a daze, and you almost felt bad with the way he looked up at you. "was so close, was so..."

you shrugged. "punishment for disobeying me, satoru. you know that's how it works."

he did. he did know that's how it works. still, he thought his charm had gotten him away with his little schemes.

"you're so mean," he practically cried, burying his face into your chest. "so mean to me!"

you glanced at the clock on the wall.

5:30.

"time to clock off," you sighed, sitting up and grasping at gojo's pants, pulling them up onto him. he noted how you did not remove the vibrator from within him, only turning it off with the small remote control.

you headed to the door at once, pointedly ignoring the puppy dog eyes your boyfriend was giving you. then, you glanced back at him.

"I thought you wanted to be fucked stupid tonight. so, are you coming home, or not?"

that perked him up.

satoru was by your side in an instant, squirming around just as he had done before, clearly still lust-struck.

"you're gonna fuck me back home?"

"yes."

"are you gonna fuck me 'til I can't walk?"

"yes, 'toru."

"make me cum ten times over to make up for—"

"not if you keep talking so loud! for god's sake, satoru, we're still in the school!"

well, he'd take it any day.

bonus:

"oh, ijichi-san!"

"hello, y/n-san! are you and gojo-san headed home for the day?"

"yes, I'm afraid he's not feeling too well..."

poor ijichi was painfully ignorant to the other implications gojo's flushed cheeks and uncomfortable noises could have, all the while your hand sneakily slid the small remote-control dial up in your pocket.

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[drewyumi]

Gojo is a Bottom

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[lunerabo]

cold grey winters

cw: sub!top!Gojo, dom!bottom!AFAB!Reader, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, partially clothed sex

There’s a kind of mild misery present on days like this. Pale skies stretch endlessly beyond the barrier that keeps you from freezing, and the view would be lovely, if going outside was comfortable enough to enjoy it.

The heater’s broken, and you’re surprised the layer of bitter frost on everything outside hasn’t crept into the house and settled on your floors. The lack of the joy of snow despite the temperatures would make matters worse, if not for the wad of it that peeks out from underneath the heavy throw you’ve wrapped yourself in on the couch.

Satoru’s warm, so warm you don’t want to shove him off and get on top of him. You want to be greedy, to curl up and let him cover you whole so you can drift off uninterrupted by violent shivering.

But it isn’t what he wants, this much he makes clear. How he touches your neck with icy fingers, provoking you into doing it back, again and again, an involuntary stupid grin stretching across your face as you wrestle him.

And now you are here, and you knew it would always lead to this point. Snowy hair tickles your nose, warm kisses on your jawline, and you know he won’t let you stay cold.

“I’m really not good at hiding what I want, am I?”

“No, you’re not.”

He pouts, offended that you agreed, despite asking the question himself.

“You could’ve at least lied and made me feel better about it.”

But he continues, the exchange only a small slip up, now far from his mind. It’s hard to think of much at all when you bare your throat for him to kiss like that. His shoulders rolls as he shifts above you, the unoccupied hand making its way between your thighs with no intention of being subtle. Shockingly cold air hits you as the fluffy throw slides down his back, having made a few too many movements under it.

But before you can open your mouth to complain, he’s yanked it back up over his shoulders, it a little excess draping over them so it doesn’t happen again. Seems he was just as affected as you, for you slide your hands up his back to find raised hair and goosebumps.

“Come on, let me do it. You’re cold, right? I can fix that.”

“If you let that blanket drop again while you do, I’m kicking you off and stealing the whole thing for myself.”

He grins, a nod of acknowledgment, before continuing without a hitch.

He’s a little disappointed to find that you’re not exactly wet, but he can’t blame you for that, he’s not terribly hard either—the both of you are a bit too cold for your bodies to want to do anything but curl up and shiver—but he knows he can change that.

He slithers underneath the throw, pulling it upward a few times to make sure it doesn’t fall off of you, before tugging your jeans past your hips, a gap only just big enough to fit his head into.

A flat, hot tongue presses against you, and you lurch in surprise. You don’t dislike this, not being able to see what he’s doing under there. Something about him also being unable to see you, too, has you canting your hips up towards his face for more.

You grow warm as he knew you would under his tongue, and you reach under the blanket to grip at his hair. He whispers something to you, but it’s muffled, and you’re too distracted by him pulling your pants the rest of the way down so he can get between your legs more comfortably. A violent shiver races through you, arctic air on your skin. But he descends again, warm shoulders replacing the warmth of your clothes, and his mouth latches on more firmly now. Your legs squeeze around his head, and he moans, low and brief, straight into your cunt.

Clever, you think, realizing what it is he’s doing under there. He thinks if you don’t see him, you won’t catch him fisting his cock like his life depends on it. And you almost didn’t, not with his other hand now hard at work plunging fingers deep into your cunt. Curling within you so deliciously. But he’s doing a great job, and you’re enjoying yourself too much to get on his case for it.

He’s hasty, desperate, as he crawls back up your body, your slick running down his chin. That familiar snowy hair peeks out from under the blanket, tangled and frizzy, and his cock presses insistently against you.

“Please,” he breathes, and you deny him. He ruts against you, bare and slippery between your folds, and it doesn’t help him one bit.

But you’re enjoying yourself. You want more, of course, but you’re so wonderfully cozy here, all fluffy hoodies and warm couch pillows. This, with the beautiful man above you and the heavy throw draped over his back, caught on the hood of his sweater, makes for a strangely soothing atmosphere. So you bask in it, and you make him wait while you do.

You push down on him once you’ve finally had enough of waiting, and he presses into you hard but not rough. Your breath wavers, and your icy fingers weave into his hair.

He moves his hips slowly, lazily, burying his head in your shoulder and muffling his humming in the folds of your clothes. He’s surprisingly quiet. So are you.

“You’re being… good for me, Satoru,” you remark, as if in disbelief.

It’s almost like he crumbles right then and there, like every little bit of tension in his muscles has suddenly eased and settled like a heavy sigh. He ruts into you slow and insistent, pressing sloppy kisses to your jaw and ear, arms a cradle beneath your back.

A long, drawn out groan, wavering with each firm buck of his hips against yours. The sound makes you tremble around him, and you know he feels it, or else he wouldn’t pick up the pace.

A pause, for just a moment, to tuck the blanket in tighter around the both of you.

Your eyelashes flutter against his cheek, breath hot on his ear, and the hand gripping the back of his sweater for dear life finally lets go, only to push at one of his arms. A wordless demand for him to finish you off. You leave no room for misinterpretation. A hand warmed from being beneath your back slips between you, and you press his thumb on your clit. Your reaction is instantaneous.

Satoru hunches over further, his forehead rested just above your collarbone, and he whines, and the hand that drives you up the hill trembles in his quickly diminishing ability to control himself.

You barrel past the point of no return with him close behind, the heat blooming within you and running down your thighs and onto his.

You grin, sighing, petting his hair as he settles into a comfortable delirium in the dazzling afterglow.

You thank every star in the sky that you can come back to your senses quickly.

“Get up.”

“What, you don’t want to stay and cuddle?”

“No, we don’t have a towel under us or anything. Get up. Now. If it gets on the couch, we are burning these cushions.”

#finishing and posting a fic while actively getting a tattoo is now something I can say that I’ve done #I fucking forgot to do this yesterday I’m so sorry #sub gojo satoru #sub gojo #sub satoru #sub gojo smut #sub gojo x reader #sub jjk #sub jjk smut #sub jujutsu kaisen #sub jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo smut #satoru smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[m-ayo-o]

😈 🎀💙

emoji event : 😈🎀💙 impact play + sub!satoru x f!reader 18+ uhm so i may have got carried away with a bit of... plot. spanking, hand job, edging, restraints, sex

the event is still closed this req was from a while ago

"Sweetieeee!"

You hear your unstoppable, invincible man singing down the hallway, full of energy and giggles. But tonight, after the longest, most frustrating day of your life, you're not in the mood for his antics.

After all, he's the one who left you in such a mess today, with the first years on a mission way above their level, you had to take control and manage everything by yourself, like a responsible adult.

But you barely made it out alive and you don't think this reckless, insane man really understands that.

So he enters.

And you shout. And scream. Until your lungs give out and he can't take any more of your nasty, cruel words.

"Stop" he's quiet, but you can hear him as you start to simmer down.

"No."

But you're not done yet. You need to teach him a lesson.

"Come here."

You give your desk a firm pat, beckoning him over.

He approaches, towering over you, looking a little anxious but still trying for a smile.

He just never stops. He never listens. And he never learns.

"Satoru," you use his full first name, forgoing any of your usual nicknames, "I want you to bend over for me."

He looks confused, crystal blue eyes darting from your pretty face to the wooden desk, where your hand still rests.

"Why would I do that?"

You give him a hard glare, standing your ground and reaching a hand up into his snowy locks.

You let your lip twitch into a little smirk when you see his eyes widening. He was expecting you to caress him, to stroke him softly and give in to his handsome charm. But you grab his hair, pulling harshly at the soft strands and order him to get on your desk.

"F-fuck, ok, ok..."

You watch his tall body fold in half as you press his cheek into the wood.

"Angel, I don't know where you're going with this but- ah!"

You rip down his pants with a harsh tug, exposing his pale, perky ass.

"What- what do you think you're- shit!"

He winces when your hand delivers the first hard smack, making his whole body jolt with surprise.

Of course, you didn't hurt him. According to the man himself, nobody can hurt him. But you got some sort of feeling stirring between his legs.

"Satoru"

"Babyy-"

"Satoru, I'm fed up with your bullshit."

You voice remains calm, despite the harsh slaps that land on his skin.

"I'm fed up of being left... in the deep end... with these novice fucking sorcerers... while you're off in whatever fucking prefecture you fancy... getting shitty mochi!!"

"Ah- shit- baby, w-wait..." he can feel his cock filling up and pressing against the desk now and he just doesn't know what to do with himself.

You start to feel a little guilty, seeing how raw his ass is getting. But your hand is no better.

"It's just that... the strongest fucking sorcerer of this era... can't even... protect his own girlfriend..."

You trail off completely now, sinking onto the desk next to him and watching him slowly start to rise, thinking this was a stupid idea all along. As if you could spank a lesson into him.

He takes your hands suddenly, bringing them to his lips to kiss your reddened palms before tugging his pants up.

And he presses your pretty, pouty face to his chest and envelops you in a big hug, stroking the back of your head.

"Baby, baby I'm sorry"

He finally admits he's done something wrong.

"I was only trying to push you, I knew you could do it. I'm so proud but I don't want you to get hurt. I promise I'll be there for you next time."

Through his sincere apology, while he's holding you so close, you start to notice a familiar bulge nudging your stomach.

"Angel?"

He peers down at you, as you seem a little distant.

And you are now, totally distracted by the swell in his pants.

"Toru," his muscles relax, he knows he's off the hook now, "Toru, baby, are you... hard?"

You step back, your eyes drawn to his crotch where you can clearly see the outline of his cock and a little wet patch at the top. He just pulls your body against his again, locking his lips with yours as if he's trying to distract you.

"Baby, did you-" you inch away, eyes making excited contact with his, "did you enjoy that?"

"What if I did?" he returns a flirty flutter of his white lashes, the one that never fails to get your stomach in knots.

Despite that, you keep your cool, looking up at him as if he didn't just turn your legs to jelly.

"Well, that means my boyfriend..." you flash him a pretty smile, bringing your small hand to massage his cock through his pants, "is a sick perv."

"I know, sugar," he snorts, his hips starting to move in tandem with your gentle movements, "what are you going to do with me?"

~

Your hands are down his pants, his cock resting firm in your palm, and his flirty confidence has been wiped clean by your teasing touch.

He chases the feeling, when you tug down his pants fully and stroke up and down the long, hard curve of his dick. He starts fucking your fist, begging to cum, but you shake your head and sit pretty on your desk, pressing your thumb over the wet slit of his cock.

"Don't cum, baby," you pull down your tights and panties, showing him the slick mess of your pussy, and he loses those last few brain cells that were holding him together. He presses between your legs and grabs at your thighs urgently, spreading them wider.

But you tut again, taking his wrists between delicate fingers, taking them behind his back. Then you tug the expensive belt- one of his favourites, that he wouldn't want to snap- from his pants and loop it round and round, buckling him up tight.

"Play along, Toru," you coo, pulling him closer now his arms are bound, "it'll be fun."

So you rest your elbows on the desk and watch your invincible boyfriend start to fuck you with his tip.

"Let me- fuck, let me touch you-"

He gets his cock notched right in your centre, trying to push himself in, but he knows you're tight. He needs to spread you with his fingers like he usually does, to open you up and get inside.

"No hands, baby"

And you watch him struggle, sliding his cock up and down your heat, only getting relief on that swollen, pink tip, until you lose your patience and grab the base of his cock starting to push him inside.

"Yes yes yeahhh oh, mmmh thank you- angel ohh my-- fuck"

He's a mess, digging himself in further now he's past your tight entrance, fucking you with his hands behind his back.

You're surprised he hasn't broken the belt by now, but you're so glad he's being obedient. It's turning you on endlessly, getting you so wet he just slips through you, giving you the biggest head rush when he sinks all the way back.

"That's nice, baby," you compliment him and strip his shirt open, "fuck me hard, ok?"

"Yes, yeah honey I will, promise, gonna do it so good"

So you relax back on the desk and let him pleasure you with his cock, your legs hanging wide so he can get nice and deep.

And you can't help the little smile on your face, seeing how your man is falling apart. He wants to please you, he wants to make it up to you- and he's petrified that if he stops you just won't let him cum.

He looks endlessly pretty like this; with a pink blush on his cheeks, eyes half lidded, lashes all dewy with his mouth hanging open. And his beautiful eyes are flitting between yours, seeking approval.

You leave him hanging for a while, resting on your elbows and watching his eyes linger over the swell of your breasts.

"N-need to touch you..."

You watch him struggle and whimper, pleading to touch your cute tits and suck on your nipples. And you let him run his mouth, enjoying the sight of your prideful boyfriend begging and whining, until he starts to get overwhelmed and his large frame hunches over you.

He presses his mouth to your shoulder, desperate for contact.

"Baby, I want to hold you, please"

He looks into your eyes and you swear he's going to cry.

So you kiss his puffy lips, making sure to suck and swirl your tongue around his mouth while your hands stroke his abs, round his waist.

He kisses you back, so hard his nose is pressing into your cheek while his tongue dives into you. You feel the familiar swell of his cock- you can tell he's getting desperately close.

"Don't cum yet.."

"Baby, no-- please let me, let me, ah haah uhhg pleeasee" he sniffles and presses his weight against you, now rubbing his forehead against yours.

You keep him suspended, with that dumb, fucked out expression on his pretty face, until you reach your own release. Your body shivers and trembles against him, and you take him into another hot kiss, your hands working through the platinum strands of his hair.

"Baby, you did so well," you hum, stroking and kissing him so lovingly, just how he needs it, "you can cum now."

And he lets go, on command. It makes you so infatuated with him, you swear your chest is going to burst.

"Toru, baby, that's it, right there," your bodies come together slower now as you feel his warmth inside you. You can feel the heat from his skin, the electric pulse tingling from your core until every particle of pleasure has dispersed.

And you finally forgive him.

ps i love mochi it's not shitty

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[chaepink]

Tying gojo to a chair in your dining hall in your mansion as you cut his expensive clothes with a knife and and then edge him and then overstimulate him by riding him for god knows how long; because he has been a big brat the whole time you were working and he tried to use his fan girls to get your attention , so you remind him who he belongs to. You leave big hickeys and bite marks all over his neck and chest while he is getting ridden by you

disobedience

dom!fem!reader, riding, marking, overstimulation, p in v sex, jealousy sex, brat taming, bondage

gojo letting out choked moans and pleas as you continue to ride him for god knows how long. by now, he's cummed multiple times and his clothes are cut up, showing his marked up chest and bruised neck.

marking him good enough that they'll stay there for a couple days which would give lots of time to his fan girls to see them and get jealous. "is he taken?" they would be thinking

the thought has you pulling his hair harshly in jealously. yes, he's taken by you. he lets out a mewl when you pull on his hair and he cums again.

"s-shit- [name] please!" he doesn't know what he's begging for anymore.

he's just a toy for you to use, sitting there marked up, all pretty, and for you to absolutely mess up.

well, its not as if he wasn't trying to rile you up in the first place

note: its like a sugar baby x sugar mommy relationship

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[xaisxmp]

Nsfw under the cut.

“Cmon’ satoru~ you can give me more than that can’t ya?” Your voice felt like it was vibrating his whole body. His legs were violently trembling from your ruthless torture on his body, he can’t even relieve the ache between his legs from the restraints! Oh how merciless you were. To be fair, he did flirt with some bitch that was gawking over him.

“M/n!- fuckk~!” Hm? Oh now he’s sorry, huh. “So it wasn’t too much when you decided to act like a manwhore to some slut? Ha!” He wailed helplessly as the vibrator on his pretty pink tip started to amplify. Man he was a mess.

His eyes rolled back as he felt two long, familiar fingers thrust into his hole, immediately curling upwards into his bundle of nerves. “G-godd~!! right there~” He seemed like he was rather enjoying his punishment, being pushed over the edge and overstimulated. “We have a long night ahead of us, hm, Gojo?” You smile down at him condescendingly and curl your fingers even harder his moans echoing throughout the room as he wailed.

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[vrisrezis]

Why do people think sato or sugu r tops/doms I just physically cannot see it . Those mfs crying for my DICK!!

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[demovamp]

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