synopsis - you and gojo had just come back from an exhausting mission, good thing he knows exactly how to cheer you up 💭 based on this tiktok!
warnings - 18+, mdni, fem!reader, dom!gojo explicit sexual content, dry humping, fingering, p in v, office sex, spanking, choking, praise-degradation(?) gojo is a tease, petnames (puppy, baby, and bitch) established relationship, you’re both teachers at jujutsu tech
gojo was cocky, and it was SO annoying.
you and gojo had just come back from a particularly hard mission. he walked back into jujutsu tech and you followed angrily behind him. he simply had his hands in his pockets. ignoring your obvious anger and whistling as he navigated through the school and toward his office.
you couldn’t take his silence anymore, the sound of both of your feet moving quickly through the halls and his stupid whistling were the only sounds being made, and it pissed you off.
“we almost died and you’re acting so casual about it!” you lashed out, furious.
gojo sighs as he runs a hand through his hair “y/n, as long as we’re both getting paid does it really matter? i mean we made it out alive..”
you scoff, “i really can’t with you satoru, this is serious and you aren’t listening to me. you’re acting stupid.”
you two make it back into his office, he opens the door for you and closes it behind himself. you’re standing in front of his desk as he leans on the door, smiling down on you.
you sigh “you’re an asshole,” you say lowly. “you’re arrogant, you’re always late, and you never know when to stop,” you continue. “i mean we could’ve died and you’re too cocky to care about it!”
you stop to catch your breath, glaring at him. his hand reaches up to cup his own face, “are you done puppy?”
you flinch, taken aback by the sudden pet name. “excuse me??” you ask, flustered
“i asked if my puppy was done.” his silky voice was irritating. you can feel him looking you up and down through the blindfold.
despite your annoyance, you start feeling your cheeks get hot. “what the hell are you talking about dumbass? don’t try to change the subject right now, we almost failed that mission because of you.”
gojo pinches the bridge of his nose over his mask. “yeah, but we also succeeded the mission because of me. so what’s the real problem?”
the heat in your cheeks is replaced with anger, “look motherfucker-“ but your sentence is interrupted. in a flash gojo is right in front of you. you flinch, hands falling onto the desk behind you. despite that, he’s still way too close to you. your noses are almost touching and you can feel his breath fanning over your lips.
he starts to fiddle with your collar, making his way over to the buttons as he gets ready to speak again. “what’s really the problem? cause you’ve been on my ass all damn day” his voice lowering slightly.
“the problem is you never take anything seriously..” you mutter.
“that’s not true, i take some things seriously.” he says, unbuttoning the top of your uniform.
“hold on. we still need to analyze the mission so we can do better next time-“ you’re cut off by another sigh from him.
“you don’t ever have to worry about that puppy, just let me do all the work” he replies, rough hands brushing your hair back.
“seriously, stop calling me ‘puppy’ satoru.” you say with no real anger behind your voice
“oh i see the problem, you’ve forgotten your place” he smiles a little and moves impossibly closer.
before you can speak again, he cups your cheek and leads your further backward so your ass is touching the desk “looks like this puppy needs some retraining hm?”
before you can protest, he spins you around and bends you over his desk. ripping open your jujutsu tech uniform, and yanking your skirt down shortly after. one hand on the base of your neck and the other on your waist as he stands behind you and slowly grinds on you.
he leans down to your ear and whispers “i don’t like when my dogs misbehave.”
you look back, dumbfounded “dogs? plural?”
“ooh are you jealous puppy?” he chuckles and grinds on you harder.
“i have no reason to be jealous over you.” you shoot back.
gojo’s breathing heavily, he starts kissing and sucking your ear and neck, leaving hickies behind in the process.
“i’ll show you why you should be” he says as he takes two of his fingers and pulls your panties to the side. exposing your pussy to the cool air of his office, he bites his lip as his thick fingers slide through your folds, rubbing over your clit slow enough to make you twitch. you’re already soaked. the pad of his finger circles your clit once, lazily, then makes his way upward and pushes inside. one knuckle. two. then the whole thing, thick and unhurried, curling just enough to drag against that spot that makes your breath hitch. one finger becomes two, then two becomes three. your legs start to shake and the desk creaks as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.
you turn your head to him slightly “satoru, this isn’t gonna make me forget what you pulled today”
“ugh, you’re still barking? looks like my puppy needs a muzzle.” he moves the hand that’s on your neck around the side of your face and toward your mouth. his other fingers start to move quicker and rougher inside of you. you let out a high-pitched whine and move back onto them, chasing the pleasure. “say ‘ahh’ baby,” he says softly, contrasting the roughness of his fingers. you oblige, and he slides two of his fingers into your mouth.
his fingers are scissoring you open, your wetness spilling down onto his hand and your thighs. “my puppy’s pretty kitty is so wet for me”
“look at what you’re doing to me what d’you expect” you shoot back, muffled by his thick fingers
he chuckles and pulls his fingers out, your throat and your pussy suddenly empty. you whine at the loss. but he lifts your thigh and hooks it onto the desk, you hear a loud ZIIIIP.
he doesn’t speak, he’s dripping pre cum and bucking his hips as he takes his cock and guides it up and down your slit, groaning and collecting the wetness there.
you look back at him, smug “you talk like you’re all big and bad but you’re just as much of a mess as i am.”
satoru pulls his mask off, runs a hand through his hair, and smiles “yeah, we’ll see about that.” and he slowly pushes himself in, the stretch mixing pain and pleasure. you cry out and grip the desk.
“who’s the mess now?” he murmurs, softly now, eyes locked on yours. way too focused, way too intense.
you maintain the intense eye contact with him and start moving your hips back and forth, chasing pleasure. he raises his hand up and spanks you hard.
“being a bad dog hm? use your words puppy.” he delivers another hard smack to your ass then rubs your soft skin, tears well up in your eyes.
“you’re so mean satoru, just move already.” you pout.
he chuckles and obliges, he moves in and out of you slowly and builds up a rhythm moving faster. you bite on your lip to keep lewd noises from escaping your mouth. once he hits that sweet spot inside of you, you can’t help but cry out for him.
“ah—fuck! mmf’ feels so good!” you slurred out, your hands gripped the desk beneath you.
he leans down to whisper in your ear “shh, we’re in my office baby you gotta quiet down” he snakes his hand around your throat and squeezes, he’s gripping your throat hard, like he’s frustrated
gojo’s thrusts were rough, one of his hands rubbed your clit while the other wrapped tightly around your throat. with each thrust, juices flowed out of you. wetness dribbled down your trembling thighs and it somehow made everything feel more intense.
the wet slap of skin on skin, the sound of your dripping pussy taking him, and those pretty, shameless moans pouring from your pretty lips, it all fed his ego like nothing else.
tears begin to spill from your eyes, “sa.. satoru!” you choke out, you turn your head and catch a glimpse of him. his eyes are glowing bright blue, and he’s smiling widely. looking absolutely feral, like he’s prepared to break you
“you really are all bark and no bite” those are his final words before he moves impossibly faster he lets go of your throat and you cry out, he gives your ass a hard smack
you can’t do anything but sit there and take him. he’s grunting and groaning with each thrust, groping your ass with one hand and rubbing your sensitive clit with the other.
“satoru- i’m close, fuck”
he starts to desperately grab all over you, your hair, your chest. it’s like he can’t get enough of you.
“are you done being a bitch for the day?”
“yes- fuck, ‘m done! i’m sorry ‘toru” you mewl.
“that’s a good girl, who’s my bitch? say it, loud.” he grunts against your ear
“i—i am ‘toruu” you cry out as you near your orgasm, voice cracking as whimpers of ‘f— fuck—!’ and desperate begs of ‘please please please please…!’ grace the air. waves of pleasure overtake you, you sink your teeth into your arm to muffle your moans.
he pulls out and turns you so you're facing him, pressing desperate kisses to your face, neck, and chest. stroking himself in the process “on your knees puppy.” you drop to your knees, looking up at him as he strokes himself in your face, grunting. you reach for him and he slaps your hand away
“do i need to train you more?”
“no satoru” you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, waiting for his release
he straightens himself, biting his lip as he slides his cock into your mouth, grabbing the back of your head and fucking your face he’s close, he’s so close. he’s whining and groaning out.
“mm fuck, you’re such a good dog” he groans as he spills down your throat, you swallow as saliva drips down your chin. he lovingly strokes your hair away from your forehead and behind your ear.
“c’mere baby” you stand up, legs a bit wobbly. he holds you close and presses a kiss to your lips, you slightly part your lips, an invitation for him. gojo explores your mouth — his tongue slides your over teeth, you run your hands through his hair as he caresses your almost naked body. he moans into your mouth before pulling away and straightening you up, finding your discarded skirt on the floor.
“glad we cleared that up! can’t wait for the next mission y/n!” he says with a grin.
this is my first fic guys .. b gentle with me … please……💔💔💔💔💔
