baobei

he grumbles something under his breath along the lines of the fuck are you enjoying this for?

"I'm really not." you lie. you're enjoying it a little teensy bit—there's something deeply satisfying about seeing mr. infinity actually affected by something for once, "but I am calling shoko."

you're halfway through unlocking your phone when he moves. you don't see him cross the distance—he's too fast for that, of course—but suddenly he's there, his hand wrapped around your wrist.

"don't," he bites out.

up close, you can see the flush across his cheekbones, you can feel the heat radiating off him. his fingers against your wrist feel like brands, and you're suddenly acutely aware that you're alone in an abandoned warehouse with a man intoxicated beyond recognition with lust.

"satoru," you say carefully. "you're not thinking straight."

"I'm thinking very straight, actually. unprecedentedly straight—" he tilts his head, “—here's the thing about aphrodisiac curses; they don't make you want someone you're not already attracted to. they just… amplify your desires."

your heart lurches in your chest. "that's not—you don't—"

"I do," he says simply. "have for a while now. and unless I'm completely misreading the situation, you feel the same way."

“…maybe, but does that really matter right now?”

his grip on your wrist tightens fractionally. "well, then we have a problem."

"because you're cursed."

"because I'm cursed," he agrees. "and I need you to tell me if this is okay. because in about thirty seconds, I'm either going to kiss you or I'm going to have to go deal with this situation myself in a bathroom somewhere, and I really, really don't want it to be option two."

you should say no—you should absolutely say no! this is satoru gojo, your partner, your best friend, and he's under the influence of a curse. this is a terrible idea!

"if I say yes," you hear yourself saying instead, "are you going to regret it when this wears off?"

"sweetheart, I'm going to regret my decision either way." he steps closer, "might as well do something I want if I’m fucked regardless."

"that's really unfair, you know. using a curse as an excuse to confess."

"I'm a very unfair person." his thumb traces a circle on the inside of your wrist, "is that a yes?"

"... fine," you breathe. “it’s a yes.”

his blindfold is off before you can blink. you've seen his eyes before, of course—it’s literally impossible not to when you work together—but you've never seen them like this. dark with want, tinged slightly pink from the effects of the curse.

"thank fucking god," he mutters, and then he's kissing you.

he’s not gentle. the curse won't let him be gentle. his mouth is hot and demanding against yours, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other grips the dip of your waist like a vice. you gasp against his lips and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, licking into your mouth as he's trying to memorize the taste of you.

he kisses like he fights; unfair.

"gojo," you gasp when he moves to your neck, teeth scraping against your pulse point.

"satoru," he corrects against your skin. "if I'm about to fuck you against a wall, you should at least use my first name."

"you’re such a cocky little—" you start, but then his hand slides under your shirt and your brain fries.

"am I wrong though?" his fingers trace patterns on your stomach, moving higher. "say the word and I'll stop. I'll walk away right now."

you grab his collar and pull him back to your mouth. "don't you dare."

he grins against your lips. "that's my girl."

the praise does something to you. something that makes you arch into him, makes you bold enough to slide your hands under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. he shrugs out of it impatiently, never breaking the kiss, and then his hands are back on you, pulling your shirt over your head.

"you’re so beautiful," he murmurs, the curse might be making him desperate, but there's something underlying in his eyes that’s completely untouched by its effects.

you get his shirt open and run your hands over his chest, feeling the muscles flex under your touch. he's all lean strength, and you want to map every inch of him.

"wall or floor?" he asks, voice rough.

"what?"

"I'm giving you a choice while I still can." his hands are working on your pants now, fingers deft despite the tremor in them. "wall or floor? because in about ten seconds I'm going to be inside you either way."

the crude words send heat pooling in your belly. "cocky little shit," you repeat, but you're stepping out of your pants as you say it.

"that's not an answer."

"floor," you decide. "I want to see you."

something flashes in his eyes, affection mixed with the lust. "what a damn good answer."

he's got you on the ground in a heartbeat, his jacket spread out beneath you because—even cursed and desperate—he's still thoughtful enough to care about concrete burn. his body shrouds yours, and you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"protection?" he asks, and you could kiss him for remembering.

"pill," you gasp.

"and I’m clean. tested last month." his fingers slide between your legs and you both groan. "fuck, you're so wet."

"whose fault is that?"

"mine. all mine, baby." he grins smugly, even as his hand shakes slightly. the curse is really affecting him now—you can see the tension in his traps, the way he's holding himself back. "need you to tell me one more time. tell me this is okay."

you cup his face in your hands, making sure he's looking at you. "satoru. I want this. I want you. curse or no curse, I want you."

the last fibre of his control snaps.

he kisses you hard as he pushes inside, swallowing your gasp. it's a lot—he's a lot—and for a moment you can't breathe, can't think, can't even do anything but feel his dick splitting you.

"okay?" he grits out, holding perfectly still despite the tremors running through him.

"move," you demand. "satoru, please move."

he does.

it's overwhelming, the way he fills you, the way he knows exactly how to angle his hips to make you see stars. the curse might be driving him, but there's skill here too, attention to your reactions. when you moan, he does it again. when you gasp his name, he fucks into you at the hilt, silently praying for you to do mutter it again.

"so good," he's muttering against your neck. "so perfect. been wanting this for so long."

you can't form words anymore, can only hold onto him as he moves. your nails dig into his back and he hisses, hips stuttering.

"do that again," he groans.

you do, raking your nails down his spine, and he responds by hitching your leg higher, thrusting into you in a way that makes you cry out.

"there?" he asks, and does it again. "yeah, there. I can feel you getting close."

"satoru—"

"I know, baby. I know." one hand slides between your bodies, finding the spot on your clit that makes you arch off the ground. "come for me. wanna feel it."

it's the combination of his fingers and his voice and the way he's looking at you that pushes you over the edge. you come with his name on your lips, and the feeling of you clenching around him drags him right along with you.

for a moment, you just breathe together, tangled up in each other on the floor of an abandoned warehouse.

“holy shit” you gasp eventually

he laughs, the sound muffled against your shoulder. "your post-orgasm commentary needs work."

"excuse me, I don’t hear you saying anything profound."

"I was too busy having a religious experience." he props himself up on his elbows to look at you, and his eyes are clearer now. the carnal want is still there, but more controlled. "the curse is fading."

"and?" you try to keep your voice light, but you can't quite hide the uncertainty. "regrets?"

"only that it took a curse to make me admit how badly i want you." he kisses you again, softer and sweeter this time. "i meant what I said. all of it. the curse just made it impossible to keep my mouth shut."

"good," you say, pulling him back down. "because I'm not letting you take it back."

"wouldn't dream of it." he grins, "though we should probably get dressed before someone comes looking for us."

"probably," you agree, not moving.

"or," he says thoughtfully, the blue of his irises flashing pink momentarily, "we could stay here for a few more minutes. make sure the curse is really gone. thoroughly test it."

you laugh. "that's the worst excuse I've ever heard."

"is it working?"

you pull him into another kiss. "yeah. it's working."

inspired by @baobei-bu ‘s gorgeous pink mist artwork found here! shoutout to my loves @dreamydaredevil and @lynf1n1ty this one’s for u🫶

“and you are here again because..?” you hummed, stepping through the warped entrance of the abandoned inn where the special grade cursed object was rumored to be hidden, floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet.

behind you, gojo followed without a shred of caution, hands tucked behind his head like some sort of casual stroll instead of a mission for grade one and above.

he chuckled. “why can’t i? i just wanna spend time with my favorite girl.” his voice tilted into a teasing sing-song. “don’t act like you hate it~”

you stopped and turned to face him.

“im not acting. and since you’re here,” you began flatly, crossing your arms, “why don’t you ... go find whatever it is we’re looking for.”

he gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “i came all this way and yet you decide to dismiss me? i guess they were right…” he sighed, shaking his head. “you truly are a cruel woman.”

your eyes widened and you slapped his chest. “what? whose they?!”

he let out that stupid familiar giggle of his before turning and dashing off in the opposite direction, disappearing down the dark hallway.

“stupid idiot…” you huffed under your breath.

you wandered through the inn for a while, your flashlight sweeping slowly across warped walls and half opened doors as the old hallways creaked with every careful step.

the place smelled like dust and rotting wood, the kind of quiet that made every little noise feel louder than it should be.

you walked endlessly, the hours blurring together as every room you entered stood just as the last—dusty, abandoned, and hollow.

and despite knowing satoru was somewhere nearby, you couldn’t help the small tension settling in your shoulders.

“satoru?” you called once, mostly out of habit.

no response.

rolling your eyes, you continued down the hall, pushing another door open with your foot and flashing the light around the empty room before stepping back into the corridor—only for a voice to suddenly appear right behind you.

“boo.”

you yelped. the sound tore out of you before you could stop it, your flashlight jerking wildly as you spun around to find gojo standing there, already laughing.

god you just wanted to slap that infuriating smirk off his face. or kiss it off. you weren’t exactly sure of anything whenever it came to him…

“satoru!” you snapped, slapping his chest again, warmth spreading in your face from embarrassment. your punches and hits always landed easily, because, for reasons you’d never quite questioned, satoru gojo never kept his infinity up around you.

you dusted yourself off, ignoring the crippling wave of embarrassment that washed over you. “have you seen anything?”

even behind the fabric of his blindfold, it felt like his gaze hadn’t left you. it was always so heavy, unwavering, like he could you and pin you in place with his eyes alone if he really wanted to.

“nope!”

“gosh.. you are seriously useless.” you muttered, walking toward one of the last rooms in the hallway. one where the cursed energy felt strongest.

“well you could try to be nicer to me instead of mouthing off to me all the time, maybe i’d be nicer to you.” he pouted, following right behind you.

“really? be nice? how old are you again???”

in the center of the room sat an old incense box, the wood darkened with age and wrapped loosely in forgotten talismans. you knelt down beside it while gojo leaned against the doorway behind you.

“seriously…?” you murmured, opening the box. a faint pink mist drifted upward, slow and almost pretty in the dim light.

“this is our cursed object? they couldn’t have sent one of the second years? ridiculous.”

the scent that followed was surprisingly sweet and warm, something soft and calming that made you pause for a second longer than you meant to.

you took a breath.

“uh..” gojo spoke suddenly from the doorway, his voice losing some of its usual laziness. “i don't think you should go around sniffing random cursed objects princess.”

you huffed, rolling your eyes. “whatever.. besides, what did i tell you about the pet names?”

“well, i think they're cute.” he hummed, taking the box from your hands, slender, cool fingers brushing briefly against yours before he snapped the box shut with a quiet thud. the sudden shift in his energy left you slightly confused, but he only gave you a reassuring smile like nothing had happened.

“i’ll call ijichi and we’ll be on our way, yeah?”

you nodded slowly, thinking nothing of it.

the two of you waited outside the inn with your arms crossed against the cool night air while gojo paced in loose circles nearby, talking loudly enough into the phone that you could hear half the conversation even from where you stood.

when he finally finished, he stuffed the cursed object into his pocket.

“good news!” he announced. “ijichi said it’ll be handled. bad news is he thinks it’s some weird—”

oh.

satoru's voice softened slightly. “hey.. you okay?”

you blinked at him slowly.

there was a warmth spreading in your stomach that wasn’t there before, a heavy, unfamiliar sensation making your thoughts feel a little slower, a little foggier around the edges. you pushed yourself straighter against the street pole, trying to ignore how your face felt slightly warmer than it should.

especially around gojo out of all people.

“m’fine…” voice small in a way he’d never heard before.

that’s when he noticed it properly.

you, who never slipped. you, who never needed anything from everybody, especially not from him. the weariness and hesitance in your eyes.

“you don’t look very okay..”

he frowned slightly, stepping closer, his hand rested lightly on your arm as he spoke. “you sure? you look sick. if you want i can get us to shoko and—”

and the warmth in your stomach sharpened, more intense than before.

“—no!” you blurted suddenly, louder than you meant to.

gojo blinked.

“sorry,” you said quickly, already turning away from him. “no. i- i’m gonna go home, you can wrap this up.” you huffed, breath more shaky and worn out than you’d like it to be.

the night air clung to your skin, biting and sharp, a stark contrast to the warmth still lingering in your body. the moment hung quiet, too quiet, before gojo shifted closer, spinning you back around gently.

his free hand lifted, cool fingers brushing your cheek as he gently angled your face toward him. the chill of his touch seeped into your warmth, but this time there was nothing casual about it. his movements slowed, more deliberate as he studied you.

his thumb hovered near your cheekbone, lightly turning your face side to side checking for any physical markings as for what was making you act so strange.

“how can you even go home like this? i'm serious, let me.” he muttered under his breath, the usual teasing edge in his voice replaced with worry.

a soft whine slipped from your lips, more reflex than intentional, and you immediately swatted his hand away—half protest, half instinct—breaking the contact as you huffed in quiet defiance.

“i’m serious too.” annoyance bubbled in your chest, turning on your heel and storming off into the night, leaving behind a very confused satoru.

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as soon as you got home, you showered.

once.

then twice.

letting the cold water run over your skin until your fingers went slightly numb and your breathing felt slower under the steady hiss of the faucet. the warmth in your stomach didn’t leave. it only sat there stubbornly, dull and heavy like something pressing quietly beneath your thoughts.

you turned the water colder, leaning your forehead briefly against the tiled wall, trying to focus on anything else — the sound of water hitting the floor, the faint echo of your own breathing in the empty bathroom — but every time you closed your eyes you kept remembering the way he had touched your arm earlier, light and warm and far too distracting to shake off.

fuck.

it felt like your body couldn’t settle no matter what you tried, you changed into the lightest, thinnest clothes you had, hoping the strange heat under your skin would ease even a little bit.

but it didn’t.

satoru had been pacing the emptied out office ever since you went home, anxiety slowly gnawing at the back of his mind. it had been hours—no call, no text, nothing at all—and even though he told himself you were probably just resting.

the silence felt wrong.

so when his phone finally lit up with your name and his favorite photo of the two of you: where you had fallen asleep and slumped against his shoulder on the train back home, cheek squishing against his chest — his heart fluttered with a pang of hope before he answered.

“hey, i was just thinking of you,” he said when he picked up, voice instantly softening. “did you get home safely?”

he frowned when you didn’t answer right away. “uh, helloooo?”

on the other end of the line, you were clutching your phone tightly, his voice alone making the strange warmth in your chest feel sharper, harder to ignore.

“satoru—” you called, practically moaning out his name, breath uneven. body burning in embarrassment and taut with need as you buried your face into the arm of your couch, the scratchy fabric pressing against your sweaty forehead.

“i’ve tried everything. my fingers, my fucking shower head, my vibrator–” you whined, voice strained as you couldn’t stop yourself from blubbering everything out to him.

“i just— s’no use.” you wailed in defeat. the way your top brushed against your overly sensitive nipples each time you moved, the way your panties rubbed against your throbbing clit — it was all so overbearing, you couldn’t even think properly.

poor satoru couldn’t help but feel like a pervert.

the image of your legs spread, cunt swollen and fluttering around nothing, desperate to relieve the ache... just front and center in his mind, making his chest flutter. and well..

his dick throb in his trousers.

“hey, hey,” he said quickly, doing his best to ignore the slow strain against fabric. “it’s alright. what do you need me to do?”

“can you come over? please.”

the words were quiet, but they carried a weight he understood immediately.

not just any “come over.”

that kind of “come over.”

“be there in ten.”

“no.” you said immediately, voice stubborn and a little whiny. “five.”

he huffed quietly on the other end of the line.

“…fine. i’ll be there in three.”

you could’ve swore you heard the man smirking as he spoke.

truthfully, satoru wasn’t sure he had ever moved this fast in his life. he made a quick stop at a 24 hour convenience store on the way to yours.

if whatever this shit was had you asking for his help and using your manners???? it had to have been serious.

he avoided eye contact with the elderly lady at the register while she scanned his items, a faint beep cutting through the silence.

his items of choice?

a container of your favorite flavored mochi’s.

for you! post sex..

and a box of xl condoms.

also.. for you.. during sex.. if the two of you were to have sex that is.

soon enough, satoru was standing at your front door in just about two minutes, thanks to his inhuman abilities of course.

he was also a man who, annoyingly enough, did stick to his word.

he knocked once.

no answer.

he was about to knock again when the door suddenly swung open, revealing you standing there. a soft sheen of sweat on your skin, eyebrows knitted together in irritation—or arousal—lips stubbornly pouting while your body was enveloped by one of his worn out shirts with some faded digimon print on it—the same one he had left at your house last time he was there.

worn because you likely wanted to hide the fact you only had panties on under there.

“you said three minutes,” you said, frowning up at him

“yes. and i got here in two princess.” his tone was light, but his gaze dipped briefly below your chest, taking in the scene in front of him.

normally, his pet names pissed you off. so what the hell was this? why were you getting lightheaded??

“…is that my shirt?” he hummed, unable to fully hide the amusement threading through his voice, a grin already tugging at his lips, “—where exactly are your pants?”

you let out a groan, already regretting calling him in the first place. “it’s too hot for anything else.” you muttered, pulling the fabric of the shirt down a little.

as if that would make a difference…

you glanced down at the bag in his hand, raising an eyebrow, ignoring the way your pussy throbbed maddeningly at the sight and faint smell of him.

he noticed the shift.

of course he did.

his head tilted just slightly, quietly piecing together a thought he didn’t bother to say out loud, the corner of his mouth tugging up in quiet amusement.

“it’s stuff for you, don’t worry about it,” he spoke with a small, reassuring smile.

he stepped inside fully, the door clicking shut behind him as he locked it without a second thought.

“you’re gonna listen to me for a bit, yeah?”

his voice was light. easy. infuriatingly so.

his hand came up anyway, despite the fact you usually punched him if he tried, tilting your chin just enough to make sure you were looking at him.

his touch softened, less insistent now, more reassuring than anything.

“don’t get shy on me now,” he murmured, voice dipping just enough to make your breath catch.. “what is it you want?”

your breath hitched. “i… i wanna see you. please.” you mewled, embarrassed at how such a low level curse made your libido and sex drive skyrocket – to a point beyond your control.

he caught on right away.

slowly, he lifted his blindfold and unraveled it, the fabric falling away in one smooth motion. his blue eyes were clearer now without the barrier, sharp but unusually soft when they settled on you, the loose strands of his hair framing his face in a way that made your chest tighten.

you didn’t think about what was to come next. couldn’t, really.

the words died somewhere between your thoughts and your tongue, and before your mind caught up, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer on pure instinct, locking your lips with his in a bruising kiss.

one large hand shot up instinctively, steadying you, while his eyes fluttered shut for a split second. he leaned down, meeting your eager lips.

he caught himself with ease, grip on you firm but controlled. satoru had always been ready for anything… just not that.

as you clung to his jacket, satoru tossed the bag aside—quick, almost careless in its urgency.

with his blindfold gone, his sharp gaze met yours without anything in the way. one hand settled on your hip, firm enough to steady you, but gentle in its hold—quietly letting you take the lead, giving you exactly what you needed.

you pushed him back until the couch hit the back of his knees, forcing him to drop down onto it with a soft thud, instantly following him down, settling on top of him.

a soft grunt slipped from him as you crashed into him, your whole body shuddering before you buried your face into the crook of his neck, trying to regain some form of self control.

you let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you slotted yourself right over his clothed cock, warmth seeping through the point of contact and spreading throughout your body.

“fuck… m'sorry toru,” you groaned, your face burning with embarrassment, frustration, and something you couldn’t name.

his breath hitched. toru…? well that was new.

he blinked, caught off guard, a grin threatening to slip past his composure. fingers tightening just enough on your hip, not to control, just… to keep you upright.

“…toru, huh?” his voice was low, teasing, but there was something raw beneath it, something he barely recognized in himself.

his smile dropped slightly when you didn’t indulge in his teasing.

“hey… look at me,” he hummed, gently tilting your head up, his finger resting lightly under your chin as he guided your face toward his. “don’t apologize, okay? aphrodisiacs aren’t that bad… you just need a bit of help is all.”

his hands settled at your waist to steady you, thumb brushing lightly against your sides as he met your gaze.

your eyes kept avoiding his, unable to settle. he noticed, gently tilting your chin up once more to meet him halfway.

“nuh uh—eyes on me, princess,” he murmured. “i’ll only do anything you want,” he hummed, booping your nose, making you blink abruptly.

“now tell me,” his teasing tone returned, though his gaze remained attentive. “this you or that cursed thing talkin'?”

you scanned his face rapidly, heat pooling in your stomach, growing heavier the closer he leaned. his large hands molded against your curves with ease, and his scent—soft, yet intoxicating—made it impossible to think straight.

“i—” you tried, but the word caught uselessly in your throat.

he cocked his head to the side, gaze sharp behind the faintest smirk. “don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy on me...” he murmured, his thumb pressing soft, steady strokes against your hip. “you were just mouthing off to me a couple of seconds ago.”

your grip on his shirt tightened immediately.

“yes—fuck, it’s me talking, satoru!”

his gaze lingered on you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “yeah… i know,” he murmured softly. “that’s my girl. we’ll go at your pace.”

you groaned, still visibly annoyed, though the edge in your voice gave you away. “you don't need to coddle me satoru…” you muttered, pout lingering.

he let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “sorry for trying to play nice,” he murmured, though there was no real bite to it. “don’t wanna break you sweetheart... now c’mere.”

his hand slipped to the back of your head, steadying you as he kissed you first. slow, deliberate, giving you time to change your mind.

a chance to back out.

you let out a sigh as his lips met yours again, hands gripping at his jacket, entire body on fire as your hips moved on their own, gently grinding against him.

a purr of delight rumbled inside his throat as your hands hiked up underneath his shirt, tongues brushing against each other in tandem. you moaned into his mouth as his hands found your hips, rolling you against him, firmer than you had been doing — an attempt to ease the raging pool of arousal in you.

and only after a long, quiet moment did he pull back just enough to breathe, eventually (and regrettably) pulling from your lips, a string of saliva bridging the gap between you two. his forehead still hovered near yours, close enough to feel every shallow inhale you took.

“please… toru,” you whispered, voice small, urgent, almost trembling. “i need it…” grinding down on him once more, a spark of warmth building up and throughout your nerves.

he let out a quiet, breathy chuckle, tilting his head at you.

“mouth or fingers then?”

…

“w-what?”

you fumbled over your words, the need coiling tight in your chest, twisting sharper with every second he kept teasing.

if anything, it only made you wetter.

“w-w-what?” he echoed, a quiet laugh slipping out. “you heard me. mouth or fingers—pick.”

“now’s not the time to be fucking around, you dickhead,” you bit out, your voice tighter than you meant it to be.

you hated it—hated how he was still trying to be playful when you felt like you were falling apart inside.

he always knew exactly which buttons to push.

and somehow, you always reacted anyway.

“fucking around? i just want to be thorough.” his voice low but not unkind.

…

“h-hands…” you muttered, barely getting the word out, eyes refusing to meet his.

he let out a soft chuckle, clearly entertained, canines catching in the dim moonlight that creeped in through the cracked curtains. “there it is,” he murmured. “see? that wasn’t so hard.”

he hummed, a faint smile playing at his lips, canines catching the dim light.

“though, i was hoping you’d aim higher.” — making you roll your eyes with a heavy scoff.

normally, you’d tell him off. tell the six-eyed freak to go fuck himself.

but not tonight.

tonight was different.

he shifted slightly, guiding you with careful, deliberate movements until your back rested against the arm of the couch, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

your thighs pressed together instinctively, a small whimper slipping out as if you could hide from him—hide how badly you really wanted it.

“c’mon… what'd i say about getting shy?” he murmured.

“can’t help you if you’re hiding from me pretty.” his grip shifted, and with an almost unfair ease, he used just the span of his hand—thumb and pinky guiding your legs apart, your slick having already soaked through the thin cotton of your panties.

if you knew satoru gojo was going to be fingering you until you came all over his hands tonight… then you definitely would’ve worn something a lot cuter.

maybe something silky, with lace around the edges, something easy to slip off.

but it’s not like he minded.

his breath caught in his throat. “…fuck,” whispering under his breath. and for a brief moment, his usual composure slipped. his gaze lingering just a second longer than before..

he was just so fucking obsessed with you.

with one slender digit, he hooked your panties, knuckle slightly grazing your entrance, collecting some of your slick along his knuckle. he pushed your panties aside with a slow, careful motion. exposing your sopping cunt to the cool night air.

after about a minute of tense silence, he hadn’t even realized he’d been gawking at your pussy. he couldn’t help himself. the way it was practically leaking, every curve, every clench.

so fucking pretty…

“satoru!”

he blinked, dragged back to the moment, and after a brief pause, finally looked up at you, a faint chuckle escaping.

“heh… sorry.” his voice steadied again. “just tell me if it feels good, okay?”

and with that, he inserted two of his slender digits past your wet folds, your juices coating his fingers entirely as he slipped in and out of you. a loud, sinful ‘shlick’ shattering the quiet of your living room.

your jaw went slack and your eyelids fluttered shut instantly with a loud moan as he angled them deep inside you, occasionally curling up and reaching spots you couldn’t even dream of reaching yourself—whining each time he did so.

you reached for the nearest couch cushion and pulled it over your face, attempting to muffle your moans, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

you weren’t normally vocal in bed. you had no reason to be, not with others or when you got off on your own.

you couldn’t tell if it was satoru’s effect on you… or just the curse wearing you down. everything felt contradictory, like it shouldn't make sense.

and yet… it did.

it felt wrong and right all at once, as if somehow, he was the only one meant to see you like this.

it just felt so good. so perfect.

you bit your lip, holding back a sob, trying to ignore the aching in your tummy temporarily ceased to make way to utter bliss as waves of pleasure wash over you.

his free hand lifted, fingers catching the edge of the cushion. he didn’t yank it away.. instead, he tugged it down slowly, giving you a chance to stop him.

but you didn't.

“you’re doing a terrible job of hiding from me, you know that?” he hummed, tossing the cushion somewhere behind him.

“such a messy girl..” he added, adoration oozing through his voice. the way your cunt refused to let go of his fingers was almost hypnotizing, his knuckles glistening in whatever light came through the curtains, covered in your wetness.

“better than your own?” he hummed.

though it may have come across as condescending in practice, there was a hint of concern underneath it. his tone softened just enough to reveal something more genuine beneath the usual teasing edge.

“t-toru… fuck,” you whined, tears already brimming at the corners of your eyes. “yes! somuchbetter.” mewling as he continued to work your pussy open.

his smirk widened, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“you mean that?” he asked, tone playful, cocky, as if daring you to take it back.

he wasn’t going to let you live that down.

not ever.

“hmm… that good, huh?” he murmured, leaning just a little closer, thumbs brushing at your waist, letting you feel him, letting you know he knew exactly what he was doing.

“you sound way too easy to please, princess.”

“please. just. shut. up— hngh–!”

your complaints died in your throat, as an unexpected stretch pulled at you, sharp and delicious, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped.

satoru had added another digit.

“gojo—” you choked. “toru! w-wait—” writhing against his grip, mind going fuzzy.

without a second thought, his other arm wrapped around your thigh, hand slithering down with deliberate ease, thumb circling your clit with a quick light hand, making you arch into the couch. moans getting louder with each press and swipe.

“i take it you like it?” hummed, curling all three his fingers up against you, his fingers grazing a perfect spot inside you, vision going hazy as your pussy clenching desperately around his digits, refusing to let go.

“hah… easy…” he hummed, watching the way your body tensed under him.

there weren’t enough words in any dictionary to capture how overwhelming it all felt.

too urgent, yet the perfect pace.

like it had been building far longer than you’d like to admit. everything amplified beyond reason, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.

you needed this. needed him.

but still… it wasn’t enough. the aphrodisiac clawed at your senses, twisting every nerve into ache and frustration rather than pleasure.

“toru… please… i can’t—” you gasped, desperation lacing every word, trembling against him.

huh…

normally, this would have anyone else gasping and cumming in seconds, he was satoru gojo afterall.

this shit really was taking a number on you.

not that it mattered to gojo. he could keep up just fine.

“yeah… yeah.. of course you cant” he murmured underneath his breath. “you always this hard to handle?”

“j-just stop talking. so fucking—annoying.”

“annoying??” he huffed, warm breath ghosting your cunt.

“i’m hurt. thought you’d have something better for me than that princess.” a low purr escaped him as he brought his fingers to his mouth, savoring the evidence of you as his lips glided over them, tongue insistently circling around his digits, all while making eye contact with you.

every nerve in his body ached. he’d waited for this moment for so long. too long.

his thighs clenched underneath his slacks, his dick pressing up against his zipper, a painfully obvious bulge in his pants.

but he ignored it, for you.

the only thing on his mind was making you feel good. he could handle himself later; right now?

it was all about you.

the couch groaned beneath him as he leaned in, arms snaking around your thighs, yanking you down to his waiting face.

and without a second thought his plush lips latched onto your cunt. his tongue lapped up your juices, slipping in between your folds, eagerly exploring your velvet walls. “oh– satoru!”, you moaned, voice coming out cracked and quiet, eyes snapping shut in pleasure.

you choked on a sob as his tongue dipped lower, teasing your hole, completely drunk on how sweet you tasted. he fought back a smile as he practically made out with your pussy, working you open with his tongue before dragging upwards, tongue pressing flat onto your clit.

you sobbed again, hands flinging down to his messy white strands while he tucked his arms under your thighs.

tighter.

harder.

as if you were trying to run.

well… maybe because you were.

he lifted your hips to meet his mouth. your thighs trembled as your small whimpers filled up the room.

he was good at this. too fucking good.

you gasped, arching against him, brain melting into pure chaos.

tears brimmed at your water line as your body trembled, betraying just how far gone you were.

you tugged on his hair, some sort of signal that you were close. or so you thought.

your pussy pulsed under his tongue as he continued to lap at your hole. tongue swirling faster. the occasional digit plunging inside you over, and over, and over, juices coating his entire hand.

his cock achingly hard, pressing into the couch — the small friction relieving the ache in his pants.

you were certainly going to have a talk with him. about where the hell he learned all this, how he always gets it right, and why it feels like he knows your body better than you do…

you were so out of it, you hadn’t even realized he’d been speaking until a low, humming vibration shot through your body.

“good?” he murmured, muffled by your puffed up folds, reinforced by the soft slurp of him drinking you up.

when you finally forced your eyes open, satoru was already staring straight into you—bright blue eyes cutting through the dim room like he’d been waiting for this exact moment the entire time.

normally. such a sight would've made you cum immediately.

you had the strongest sorcerer on his knees… for you. every movement, every sound he drew from you, made your chest tighten, and your mind screamed at you: how the hell is this happening?

but the loudest thought pounding through your dazed brain was simple.

more.

your thighs began to quiver, hot tears of frustration spilling down your cheeks before you slapped your hands over your face—and out of his hair—letting out a frustrated groan.

your body didn’t wanna let you come.

it was the same thing over and over again: the pleasure built, warmth spreading, but no peak. it was never enough.

normally, crying in front of someone didn’t faze you—no one would believe them if they tried to say otherwise. so why did it feel different with satoru?

he noticed immediately, a wet pop breaking the quiet as he paused, wiping his face with his sleeve, leaving a dark mark on the navy fabric. his eyes met yours as he rose to his knees, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your flushed, trembling body.

“fuck… was it too much? i—”

“fuck me.”

he froze, eyes wide. “what?”

you sat up on your elbows, cheeks wet with tears, lips red from biting down on them so much.

it was so incredibly sexy.

“need your cock— toru. fuck me.”

he blinked once, them twice. “well, that escalated real fast..” he murmured. “you sure about that angel? or are you just talking all big again?”

“do it.”

“bold,” he chuckled under his breath. “but i didn’t hear a ‘please’,” a faint smirk forming. “try again, sweetheart.”

you groaned, hands gripping into the couch, brows furrowing.

“please.” you deadpanned.

“pretty please with a—”

“satoru!!”

he broke into a quiet laugh, clearly entertained, shoulders easing as he looked at you again. “alright, alright,” he murmured, still smiling. “you don’t have to shout.”

“where do you want it? here or—”

“—bed. now please.”

without another word, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly and placing you gently onto the mattress.

he leaned over you, slotting himself in between your legs caging you in completely, capturing your lips in a messy bruising kiss.

he pulled away from you, leaving you panting, that maddening, insufferable flutter in your stomach returning tenfold.

in one swift motion, he stripped off his uniform, tossing it somewhere across your room, revealing a chest and arms sculpted like they’d been carved from stone.

every muscle was defined, taut and powerful, a perfect balance of strength and sleekness. his shoulders were broad, his biceps solid yet flexible, his torso a masterclass in controlled power.

even the faint line of his abs beneath the pale skin hinted at raw endurance.

underneath all those fabrics, satoru gojo was full muscle. a sleeper build if you’d ever seen one.

he couldn’t help but let out a low, amused chuckle as you shamelessly ogled him, eyes wide and stomach twisting.

his gaze lingered on you as he exhaled a quiet chuckle.

“go ahead, princess. it’s all yours.”

you let out a small whimper, pushing yourself up onto your knees, hands instinctively finding his waistband.

your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the waistband, tugging slowly, deliberately. every motion was careful, teasingly slow, letting satoru see exactly how desperate you were, every second stretching out, electric with tension.

his eyes stayed locked on you, bright and sharp, a small smile tugging at his lips. the way he watched you… it made your pulse race even faster, stomach fluttering with anticipation.

after a shaky moment, you finally succeeded, the last piece sliding free under your fingers. you froze mid-motion.

“hello kitty… boxers…?”

your eyes widened, staring up at him.

“what? i have class.” he said, utterly unfazed.

you couldn’t believe you were about to fuck this idiot.

he hummed, interrupting your thought process. “hold on, let me go get something.”

you shot up instantly, grabbing his wrist. “what could you possibly need right now??”

“err… condoms?” he hummed, tilting his head innocently.

condoms.

“satoru. are you fucking serious?” you barked, frustrated and need overriding all rational thought.

“well… yes!” he huffed. “gotta be safe, princess.”

with a sharp tug on the waistband of his boxers, you pulled him forward, and suddenly he was hovering over you again, chest just above yours, a flash of surprise in his bright eyes.

“i’m on the pill,” you murmured, eyes glinting with unadulterated lust. “don’t worry about it.”

he paused for a moment, letting out a low hum. “god… you really are something.” he spoke, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

then, with a soft, deliberate movement, he pulled back slightly, settling on his knees and locking eyes with you—cocky, amused, and just a little surprised by how bold you were.

he dipped his thumbs into the corners of his boxers, tugging them down completely, his hardened cock coming up with a ‘thwack’ to his stomach.

it looked borderline painful… his tip was a crimson red, clear rivulets of precum dangling off, threatening to hit the sheets beneath.

the weight of it was unmistakable. large, thick, and traced with faint veins that made him feel even more…

big.

it was almost impossible to ignore—you couldn’t help but stare, eyes tracing every twitch, pulse, and everything in between. unsure if you should laugh at the absurdity or flat out cry...

he dipped back down over you, close enough that you could feel his breath fan across your skin, his cock sliding in between your folds, the tip occasionally nudging against your clit, a small squish each time he made contact.

“say the word,” he murmured. “and we stop.”

you shook your head almost immediately, breath uneven.

“does it look like i wanna stop?” wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

his brows lifted slightly, then relaxed as a small smile tugged at his lips.

“fair point. didn’t think you’d be this eager.” he murmured. “…but you tell me if that changes, alright?”

and with that, he lined himself up with your entrance, making your breath hitch in your throat. he tilts your chin up slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, eyes sharp with focus.

“eyes on me pretty.. it's a big stretch.”

he slowly pushes in, inch after inch, your pussy swallowing him entirely, the two of you choking up in unison as he bottomed out inside you.

he filled you up entirely. cunt already spasming around him, nails digging into his back leaving small red crescents.

he was so close you could feel every exhale, every uneven beat of his heart—like it was syncing with yours. and he felt it too.

“fuck—” he choked, voice rougher than before. “are you okay? can i move?”

“satoru.”

“alright, alright…” he huffed, a breath of a laugh slipping through. his forehead dipped closer to yours, lips brushing the air between you.

“so bratty…” he murmured. “maybe i should stop going easy on you.”

“oh please, like you—mmph!”

he silenced you with a hard thrust, knocking the wind out of you.

then another.

and another...

they started coming back to back, all perfectly timed.

and for a minute, neither of you said anything.

the only sounds were the occasional whine from you, a groan from him, and the soft smacks of his sack against the curve of your ass as he gradually sped up finding his rhythm, a white ring already forming around the base of his cock.

lewd thwaps bounced off the walls, filling up the room, his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unblinking, lips a breath away from your own.

a faint smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, his hand finding the flesh of your hip, voice low and teasing, tickling the shell of your ear.

“this what you needed?” he hummed, lengthy cock stirring up your insides. “hm? some dick—hah—just to make this pretty pussy feel better?”

“satoru—” a pathetic whine ripped through your throat as his mushroom tip grazed one of your sweet spots, picking up his pace, your tits bouncing upwards with each slam, digimon shirt covered in sweat and the smell of sex.

“shh, m’gonna take care of you baby, gonna take care of this pretty pussy, gonna feel so nice..” he hummed, teeth grazing your pulse point.

and unfortunately, you couldn’t deny it.

you felt every inch of him, every movement, and it was impossible to ignore. you always felt this way with him—like the world had narrowed down to nothing but heat and sparks. your vision danced, stars bursting behind your eyes, heart racing, completely undone.

he always made you feel good.

this time it was just with his dick.

your sopping cunt squeezed down on his cock, as if trying to milk him, simply refusing to let go each time he pulled back away from you.

he choked on a laugh, eyes flicking down at you, lips twitching with amusement. “s-so needy…” he murmured.

you tugged him down, just enough to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

he fucked you so good. almost too good.

you weren’t surprised, he was satoru gojo after all. your arms curled around him, clinging tighter, while your body pressed closer, desperate for every inch of contact you could get.

“been thinking about you for so fucking long.” he grunted, the slaps of his hips knocking into you, the force sending waves of shock throughout the meat of your ass. “always wanted you on my cock, to be mine—”

your legs wrapped around his waist, pressing into him instinctively, pushing him deeper inside you. every small movement pressed your bodies together, your arms clinging tight as you let out soft huffs of breathless laughter, face buried in the crook of his neck.

he let out a soft, almost pathetic whimper, chest rising rapidly. “fuck… feel what you do to me baby?” he hummed, pressing a large hand over your tummy, pressing down so that he could feel his cock inside you, drawing out pathetic syrupy moans from you.

his voice was rough. strained.

and just low enough to send shivers down your spine.

satoru was in heaven. the way you clamped down on him refusing to let go of him. the way his cock slid in an’ out of you with ease — a loud wet squelch echoing each time, length completely covered in your juices, the soft sheen of his cock blinding him every time he pulled out of you, just to slam back into you once more.

so wet… and so… nasty.

and all for him.

your mouth went slack, drool pooling at the corner, threatening to spill over. he couldn't help but let out a sharp laugh.

who knew that all you needed was a little bit of dick to act right?

every touch sent shivers down your spine, every stroke of his cock made your pussy flutter helplessly, the way his cock filled you up was so… perfect. his tip grazed every nook and cranny of your walls, a white froth coating your folds and dripping down his sack as they slammed into you.

it was all too much. your folds were puffy from hours of torture pleasure: his slender digits working you open, his tongue lapping up at your cunt like a man starved. and now. this. fucking you so good as if he was trying to imprint himself into every part of you.

you couldn’t even form a proper sentence, just blubbering and whining about how good he felt, how big he was. he pressed down on you further, pressing you into the mattress as he slammed into you, curving up right into your sweet spot.

“such a good girl.. so perfect for me…” he breathed out, eyes locked on you

“ngh!— satoru– pleaseplease–” you whined helplessly, lips finding his flesh, biting down softly to muffle your moans and cries.

“look at youuu…” he murmured, pressing a small kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“so fuckin’ cute. gonna cum all over my cock like the pretty little princess you are?” crooning, as if he wasn't drunk off you and you alone.

he let out an absurd laugh, sharp and breathless, like he couldn’t believe how much he was unraveling under you. “m’close already.. you’re giving me a bad rep here..”

he looked down at you, expecting some sort of answer—only to be met by a small glare, or at least what you were trying to manage. your eyes were hazy, brows scrunched up, and it was laughably pathetic, but in the best way.

he let out a soft huff of laughter.

“right… sorry,” he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips at the fact his dick rendered you speechless.

“f-fuck— toru, m’close—” you whined, burying your face into him, squeezing your eyes shut.

he pulled back just enough to get a good look at your face, taking in the tremble of your lips, the warmth radiating from your cheeks, the sweat glistening off your skin…

so fucking pretty.

“don’t hide that pretty face from me, angel… i wanna see you,” he murmured, placing sloppy kisses along your neck and jaw.

you couldn’t help it—breath coming in short, uneven huffs, eyes locking onto his as if begging for more. your hands curled around his shoulders, clutching him tightly, legs instinctively wrapping closer, pushing him deeper into you.

he chuckled low and absurdly, leaning in so your faces were inches apart, breath mingling. “there you are… see? wanna see your face when you cum all over my cock.”

small, desperate whines escaped your lips, soft and almost helpless, and every tiny movement pressed you harder into him, “satoru—”

before you could react, he cut you off with a bruising kiss, noses knocking together, lips pressing hard and claiming, stealing your breath. your hands fisted against him, pulling him closer, while your legs instinctively curled around his waist, clinging like you couldn’t get enough.

he dragged his tongue from your bottom lip, down to your chin, before placing a sloppy kiss right below it. his hand slid down from your hip, his thumb carelessly found your clit — pressing hard firm circles making you cry out, his hips stuttering and becoming sloppy.

“…fuck… i love you, so perfect f'me” he gasped, voice raw and trembling, eyes locked on yours like he couldn’t look away.

the warmth in your stomach multiplied tenfold, spreading through every nerve and pulse.

“w-what?” you choked dumbly, voice trembling, before your body betrayed you and locked up, every muscle tightening as if it couldn’t handle him.

your orgasm had snuck up on you, hitting you like a truck.

your pussy spasmed helplessly as your lips pressed into a thin line, eyes crossing into each other as all the air got knocked into your lungs, toes curling uselessly in the air.

“that’s ittt...” he purred, smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you shiver, rolling his hips against yours.

soon enough, his own orgasm came rushing up on him, choking on a soft gasp as thick hot rivulets of his seed spilled out inside you.

rocking his hips back and forth, slow and controlled, pubic bone crushing down on you, burying his cock as deep as it can go.

his body locked up over you, thick white ropes still spilling out inside you, his balls clenching until they completely emptied out inside of you.

you slowly regained your senses, breath heaving, the warmth in your tummy slowly dying.

for a quiet moment, the two of you just stayed there, hearts racing in unison. he pulled out of you slowly, thick warmth slowly rolling out from your cunt.

he practically collapsed on top of you for a brief second before rolling onto his back, pulling you with him as he leaned back against the headboard, instinctively settling you on top of him. your head resting on his bare chest, listening to the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath you..

his hand reached for a nearby throw blanket, careful not to move you too much, dragging it up and over the two of you, covering you both as he settled you against his side.

as your chest rose and fell against his, his touch lingering in your hair, soft and grounding

he let out a small cough.

“did it work?” brow quirking as he glanced down at you.

“uh-huhh,” you croaked out, chest still rising and falling fast, eyes still hazy and utterly exhausted.

another quiet minute passed, him absently stroking your face and tracing lazy patterns along your back.

“i got you mochi,” he spoke softly, his gentle caresses not ceasing.

you lifted your head from his chest like a newborn just learning how to use their motor skills for the first time.

“you did…?”

“mhm… thought it'd make you feel better.. though it might have melted. you didn’t give me a chance to put it in the freezer.” he added with a small chuckle.

“i hate you…” you groaned, plopping your head back onto his chest.

“don’t think you’re off the hook, satoru.” you slurred, poking his cheek lightly.

“wouldn’t dream of it, princess,” he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips, thumb idly tracing along your arm.

“soooo..” he began, brimming with way too much energy for what he just put you through, practically vibrating on the spot. “this means you'll go on a date with me right?”

you blinked up at him, lazy and teasing, then simply patted his cheek.

“don't make it weird.” you hummed, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“i didn't even get to say anything weird..” he pouted incredulously.

“don't have to.”

“date me. please.”

“you seriously are so annoying.”

“considering we just had sex, i can't possibly be that annoying.”

...

with a roll of your eyes, you pressed a small, fleeting kiss to his cheek. the soft press of your lips lingered longer than you intended.

despite your gruff exterior, your heart was pounding in your chest, betraying just how flustered you actually were.

“fine. only one,” you muttered, trying to sound indifferent, though it was clearly a lie.

he blinked, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glinting with amusement. “hm… i’ll take it,” he said, voice low and playful, tugging you a little closer as if to savor the moment.

he leaned in close, whispering conspiratorially, “you know, one of these days, i’m gonna get you to confess your undying love for me.”

your breath choked up — “dont get greedy.” you huffed before laying back down against him, your cheek squishing against his bare chest.

he pulled you closer, fingers lazily tickling your back.

you were perfect.

absolutely perfect.