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Thwack!

The sound of satoru slapping your clit echos through the void he’s trapped you in, pulling you into a meeeaaan mating press.

He knows he should just end your existence right there, and he’s very aware you know this very well too, but he just can’t help himself. Not when your pussy is that devastatingly tight.

Your moans echo through the infinite void he’s got you caged in, an endless dungeon you’ve been present in hundreds of times before this moment. The flushed tip of his leaking cock hits your gummy walls exactly where it feels right and you can’t stop the inevitable clenching of your cunt.

If there’s one thing you’ve learnt as a curse firsthand about Satoru Gojo it’s that calling him the strongest is an understatement especially with the way his six eyes make him practically omniscient when it comes to your body. Being a manifestation of lust, your body came with many perks, stamina easily ten times that of an ordinary person and slick coated in pheromones, which both happen to be Gojo Satoru’s guilty pleasures, ones he can have all, fully and selfishly, completely to himself.

You and Satoru typically go last countless of rounds, fighting over dominance constantly since neither of you plan on ridding of the other and losing the opportunity to experience a fuck no man deserves, a winner must be determined somehow, ey?

Often, you wonder if this will go on forever. Sure, you’re stronger than the average curse, but really Satoru has all the power here, deep down you know, he can eliminate you by twisting his fucking fingers together, even if you may have caught an ounce of feeling for him in the process. Not his body of course, you’re a lust curse, you love everyone’s body. You found yourself liking his soul, you like how he doesn’t treat you as if you were beneath him, even though it’s painfully obvious he has a clean cut power advantage. You like how his lips curve up into that lazy smile whenever you guys finish your ‘battle’, you notice how his pearly whites shine even brighter when he loses and you take controls. In truth, you’re fucked, quite mentally and literally.

Your train of thoughts is quickly disrupted however, by Satoru twisting his fucking fingers together, in your cunt. You’re not even sure when he pulled out and slipped two digits in, but before you know it you’re already nearing your nth orgasm.

“What’s wrong baby? You know I-, heh, can’t cum if you’re not all innnn?” He whines, bottom lip jutting out in a faux pout

You whimper at his digits spreading your hole wider as he makes a scissoring motion, moans fall from your throat as your pleas fall on deaf ears.

“Mmmph! S’Toru, we have- we have to stop doing- hah, this shit. You know- dear God, we can’t…”

“Shhh…let me take care of you princess.”

His digits speed up as he hits all the right places, which he figured out with those stupid six eyes, seeing right through every dark secret a person could hold, as you feel the coil in your stomach building.

You don’t really know why he’s letting you have this, really he should just be using you for his own pleasure and then exorcising you.

As you feel your orgasm approaching yet again, Satoru’s fingers halt and you look up to see his cerulean eyes staring into you, as if he’s really studying you.

He leans in a nibbles the shell of your ear and softly whispers against the skin

“Heh- please let me have this y/n”

You feel his cock rub up against your slit as he teases you before plunging in once more.

Your moans turn into mewls as he inches in deeper and deeper, both of you whimpering when he bottoms out.

Times like these you are really grateful that he puts you into this void due to the pure obscenity of the sounds being made, the room being filled with pornographic moans and the slapping off his balls against the soft curve of your ass.

The urge to orgasm hits you like a truck - intense and sudden, your eye rolling back to your skull as you try to stop the inevitable.

You tried fighting it back to show Satoru your strength, but really, who ever stood a chance against him?

Feeling him bite down on your neck suddenly, as if he was a feral animal, pushed you over the edge. You both came simultaneously, his hot nut spilling deep into your womb.

Panting from the aftermath your heart sinks to your ass, the mess felt wet, too wet.

“Baby did ya’ jus-“

“No fuck off.”

“Whaaaat? I didn’t know my girl was a squirter, huh.”

“Shut up, Gojo.”

You didn’t have to wait for his response, for his hardening length, still inside you, told you everything you needed to know.

And this is always how it ends. You’d get released from the void and he’d tell the higher ups he just about missed you when you’ll be counting down the days you meet once again.

After all, you’re just a lustful curse and he is just a man.

A/n; wrote this during my shift at work & had it proofread by my beloved hg so enjoy 🫶🫶

🏷️; @digimonlover

© 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 2026. 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.

Texts w Spiderman!Yuji

A/n; first smau how we feeling 😪😪 I might remake this as this is mainly a test to see if the images are good quality | please request stuff if u like my texting style guys im bored :P

Texts w Spiderman!Yuji

A/n; first smau how we feeling 😪😪 I might remake this as this is mainly a test to see if the images are good quality | please request stuff if u like my texting style guys im bored :P

lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot

if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.

god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.

“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”

“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.

“well everyone knows you like like her—”

“GO SIT DOWN!”

he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.

and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.

“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”

“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.

“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.

he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”

“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”

“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.

you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.

the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.

the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.

he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.

“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.

you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).

“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.

“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.

and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.

“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”

yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”

“is it cause you have a crush on her—”

sukuna tenses before cutting him off.

“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”

yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.

“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.

he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.

yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.

sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.

just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.

“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”

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