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ć18+ ā¤ļø . . . ā when a mission with him goes terribly wrong and ends with him deep in your guts...
satoru gojo ā fem!sorcerer!reader . . . aphrodisiac ( reader affected ) : reader is kind of mean but he's into it, canon-universe ā explicit smut !! oral (fem rec.), fingering, p in v, slight overstim, cock drunk reader, messy confessions, mutual pining, slight brat taming, cocky gojo, reader cries during sex, orgasm denial ( in a way.. ), slight after care, cutetiful ending ā” w.c 8.2k
you and satoru gojo were partners. best friends even.
in his eyes at least.
no matter how many times you swore you hated him whenever he pissed you off, he was somehow insanely persistent in trying to get you to like him. it was as if riling you up was his love language.
not that you didnāt like him ā you did. more than you should. you just didnāt show it very well, per se..
you were kind of like a black cat girlfriend to him, while he was your golden retriever boyfriend. and he knew it. always did. even when he insisted on asking you the stupidest questions:
āso! if i got bit by a snake on my dick, would you suck the venom out to save my life?ā ... āwhat the fuck is wrong with you?ā
yeahā¦
so even if he was the strongest sorcerer alive, he still insisted on tagging along on your missions whenever he could. not because you needed protectionāyou were perfectly capable of handling yourselfābut simply because, according to him, you were his favorite person.
āand you are here again because..?ā 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. āwhy canāt i? i just wanna spend time with my favorite girl.ā his voice tilted into a teasing sing-song. ādonāt act like you hate it~ā
you stopped and turned to face him.
āim not acting. and since youāre here,ā you began flatly, crossing your arms, āwhy donāt you ... go find whatever it is weāre looking for.ā
he gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. āi came all this way and yet you decide to dismiss me? i guess they were rightā¦ā he sighed, shaking his head. āyou truly are a cruel woman.ā
your eyes widened and you slapped his chest. āwhat? whose they?!ā
he let out that stupid familiar giggle of his before turning and dashing off in the opposite direction, disappearing down the dark hallway.
āstupid idiotā¦ā 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 lastādusty, abandoned, and hollow.
and despite knowing satoru was somewhere nearby, you couldnāt help the small tension settling in your shoulders.
āsatoru?ā 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 corridorāonly for a voice to suddenly appear right behind you.
āboo.ā
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 werenāt exactly sure of anything whenever it came to himā¦
āsatoru!ā you snapped, slapping his chest again, warmth spreading in your face from embarrassment. your punches and hits always landed easily, because, for reasons youād 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. āhave you seen anything?ā
even behind the fabric of his blindfold, it felt like his gaze hadnāt 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.
ānope!ā
āgosh.. you are seriously useless.ā you muttered, walking toward one of the last rooms in the hallway. one where the cursed energy felt strongest.
āwell you could try to be nicer to me instead of mouthing off to me all the time, maybe iād be nicer to you.ā he pouted, following right behind you.
āreally? be nice? how old are you again???ā
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.
āseriouslyā¦?ā you murmured, opening the box. a faint pink mist drifted upward, slow and almost pretty in the dim light.
āthis is our cursed object? they couldnāt have sent one of the second years? ridiculous.ā
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.
āuh..ā gojo spoke suddenly from the doorway, his voice losing some of its usual laziness. āi don't think you should go around sniffing random cursed objects princess.ā
you huffed, rolling your eyes. āwhatever.. besides, what did i tell you about the pet names?ā
āwell, i think they're cute.ā 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.
āiāll call ijichi and weāll be on our way, yeah?ā
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.
āgood news!ā he announced. āijichi said itāll be handled. bad news is he thinks itās some weirdāā
oh.
satoru's voice softened slightly. āhey.. you okay?ā
you blinked at him slowly.
there was a warmth spreading in your stomach that wasnāt 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.
āmāfineā¦ā voice small in a way heād never heard before.
thatās 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.
āyou donāt look very okay..ā
he frowned slightly, stepping closer, his hand rested lightly on your arm as he spoke. āyou sure? you look sick. if you want i can get us to shoko andāā
and the warmth in your stomach sharpened, more intense than before.
āāno!ā you blurted suddenly, louder than you meant to.
gojo blinked.
āsorry,ā you said quickly, already turning away from him. āno. i- iām gonna go home, you can wrap this up.ā you huffed, breath more shaky and worn out than youād 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.
āhow can you even go home like this? i'm serious, let me.ā 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 awayāhalf protest, half instinctābreaking the contact as you huffed in quiet defiance.
āiām serious too.ā 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 didnāt 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 ā the sound of water hitting the floor, the faint echo of your own breathing in the empty bathroom ā 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 couldnāt 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 didnāt.
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 hoursāno call, no text, nothing at allāand 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 ā his heart fluttered with a pang of hope before he answered.
āhey, i was just thinking of you,ā he said when he picked up, voice instantly softening. ādid you get home safely?ā
he frowned when you didnāt answer right away. āuh, helloooo?ā
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.
āsatoruāā 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.
āiāve tried everything. my fingers, my fucking shower head, my vibratorāā you whined, voice strained as you couldnāt stop yourself from blubbering everything out to him.
āi justā sāno use.ā 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 ā it was all so overbearing, you couldnāt even think properly.
poor satoru couldnāt 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.
āhey, hey,ā he said quickly, doing his best to ignore the slow strain against fabric. āitās alright. what do you need me to do?ā
ācan you come over? please.ā
the words were quiet, but they carried a weight he understood immediately.
not just any ācome over.ā
that kind of ācome over.ā
ābe there in ten.ā
āno.ā you said immediately, voice stubborn and a little whiny. āfive.ā
he huffed quietly on the other end of the line.
āā¦fine. iāll be there in three.ā
you couldāve swore you heard the man smirking as he spoke.
truthfully, satoru wasnāt 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 mochiās.
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 irritationāor arousalālips stubbornly pouting while your body was enveloped by one of his worn out shirts with some faded digimon print on itāthe 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.
āyou said three minutes,ā you said, frowning up at him
āyes. and i got here in two princess.ā 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??
āā¦is that my shirt?ā he hummed, unable to fully hide the amusement threading through his voice, a grin already tugging at his lips, āāwhere exactly are your pants?ā
you let out a groan, already regretting calling him in the first place. āitās too hot for anything else.ā you muttered, pulling the fabric of the shirt down a little.
as if that would make a differenceā¦
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 didnāt bother to say out loud, the corner of his mouth tugging up in quiet amusement.
āitās stuff for you, donāt worry about it,ā 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.
āyouāre gonna listen to me for a bit, yeah?ā
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.
ādonāt get shy on me now,ā he murmured, voice dipping just enough to make your breath catch.. āwhat is it you want?ā
your breath hitched. āi⦠i wanna see you. please.ā you mewled, embarrassed at how such a low level curse made your libido and sex drive skyrocket ā 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 didnāt think about what was to come next. couldnāt, 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 asideāquick, 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 holdāquietly 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.
āfuck⦠m'sorry toru,ā you groaned, your face burning with embarrassment, frustration, and something you couldnāt 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.
āā¦toru, huh?ā his voice was low, teasing, but there was something raw beneath it, something he barely recognized in himself.
his smile dropped slightly when you didnāt indulge in his teasing.
āhey⦠look at me,ā he hummed, gently tilting your head up, his finger resting lightly under your chin as he guided your face toward his. ādonāt apologize, okay? aphrodisiacs arenāt that bad⦠you just need a bit of help is all.ā
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.
ānuh uhāeyes on me, princess,ā he murmured. āiāll only do anything you want,ā he hummed, booping your nose, making you blink abruptly.
ānow tell me,ā his teasing tone returned, though his gaze remained attentive. āthis you or that cursed thing talkin'?ā
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 scentāsoft, yet intoxicatingāmade it impossible to think straight.
āiāā you tried, but the word caught uselessly in your throat.
he cocked his head to the side, gaze sharp behind the faintest smirk. ādonāt tell me youāve gone all shy on me...ā he murmured, his thumb pressing soft, steady strokes against your hip. āyou were just mouthing off to me a couple of seconds ago.ā
your grip on his shirt tightened immediately.
āyesāfuck, itās me talking, satoru!ā
his gaze lingered on you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. āyeah⦠i know,ā he murmured softly. āthatās my girl. weāll go at your pace.ā
you groaned, still visibly annoyed, though the edge in your voice gave you away. āyou don't need to coddle me satoruā¦ā you muttered, pout lingering.
he let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. āsorry for trying to play nice,ā he murmured, though there was no real bite to it. ādonāt wanna break you sweetheart... now cāmere.ā
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 ā 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.
āplease⦠toru,ā you whispered, voice small, urgent, almost trembling. āi need itā¦ā 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.
āmouth or fingers then?ā
ā¦
āw-what?ā
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.
āw-w-what?ā he echoed, a quiet laugh slipping out. āyou heard me. mouth or fingersāpick.ā
ānowās not the time to be fucking around, you dickhead,ā you bit out, your voice tighter than you meant it to be.
you hated itāhated 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.
āfucking around? i just want to be thorough.ā his voice low but not unkind.
ā¦
āh-handsā¦ā 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. āthere it is,ā he murmured. āsee? that wasnāt so hard.ā
he hummed, a faint smile playing at his lips, canines catching the dim light.
āthough, i was hoping youād aim higher.ā ā making you roll your eyes with a heavy scoff.
normally, youād 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 himāhide how badly you really wanted it.
ācāmon⦠what'd i say about getting shy?ā he murmured.
ācanāt help you if youāre hiding from me pretty.ā his grip shifted, and with an almost unfair ease, he used just the span of his handāthumb 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 wouldāve worn something a lot cuter.
maybe something silky, with lace around the edges, something easy to slip off.
but itās not like he minded.
his breath caught in his throat. āā¦fuck,ā 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 hadnāt even realized heād been gawking at your pussy. he couldnāt help himself. the way it was practically leaking, every curve, every clench.
so fucking prettyā¦
āsatoru!ā
he blinked, dragged back to the moment, and after a brief pause, finally looked up at you, a faint chuckle escaping.
āheh⦠sorry.ā his voice steadied again. ājust tell me if it feels good, okay?ā
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 āshlickā 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 couldnāt even dream of reaching yourselfāwhining 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 couldnāt help yourself.
you werenāt normally vocal in bed. you had no reason to be, not with others or when you got off on your own.
you couldnāt tell if it was satoruās 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 didnāt yank it away.. instead, he tugged it down slowly, giving you a chance to stop him.
but you didn't.
āyouāre doing a terrible job of hiding from me, you know that?ā he hummed, tossing the cushion somewhere behind him.
āsuch a messy girl..ā 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.
ābetter than your own?ā 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.
āt-toru⦠fuck,ā you whined, tears already brimming at the corners of your eyes. āyes! somuchbetter.ā mewling as he continued to work your pussy open.
his smirk widened, eyes sparkling with mischief.
āyou mean that?ā he asked, tone playful, cocky, as if daring you to take it back.
he wasnāt going to let you live that down.
not ever.
āhmm⦠that good, huh?ā 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.
āyou sound way too easy to please, princess.ā
āplease. just. shut. upā hnghā!ā
your complaints died in your throat, as an unexpected stretch pulled at you, sharp and delicious, and you couldnāt help the gasp that escaped.
satoru had added another digit.
āgojoāā you choked. ātoru! w-waitāā 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.
āi take it you like it?ā 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.
āhah⦠easyā¦ā he hummed, watching the way your body tensed under him.
there werenāt 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 youād like to admit. everything amplified beyond reason, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.
you needed this. needed him.
but still⦠it wasnāt enough. the aphrodisiac clawed at your senses, twisting every nerve into ache and frustration rather than pleasure.
ātoru⦠please⦠i canātāā you gasped, desperation lacing every word, trembling against him.
huhā¦
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.
āyeah⦠yeah.. of course you cantā he murmured underneath his breath. āyou always this hard to handle?ā
āj-just stop talking. so fuckingāannoying.ā
āannoying??ā he huffed, warm breath ghosting your cunt.
āiām hurt. thought youād have something better for me than that princess.ā 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. heād 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. āohā satoru!ā, 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 ā 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 doā¦
you were so out of it, you hadnāt even realized heād been speaking until a low, humming vibration shot through your body.
āgood?ā 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 youābright blue eyes cutting through the dim room like heād 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 faceāand out of his hairāletting out a frustrated groan.
your body didnāt 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 didnāt faze youāno 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.
āfuck⦠was it too much? iāā
āfuck me.ā
he froze, eyes wide. āwhat?ā
you sat up on your elbows, cheeks wet with tears, lips red from biting down on them so much.
it was so incredibly sexy.
āneed your cockā toru. fuck me.ā
he blinked once, them twice. āwell, that escalated real fast..ā he murmured. āyou sure about that angel? or are you just talking all big again?ā
ādo it.ā
ābold,ā he chuckled under his breath. ābut i didnāt hear a āpleaseā,ā a faint smirk forming. ātry again, sweetheart.ā
you groaned, hands gripping into the couch, brows furrowing.
āplease.ā you deadpanned.
āpretty please with aāā
āsatoru!!ā
he broke into a quiet laugh, clearly entertained, shoulders easing as he looked at you again. āalright, alright,ā he murmured, still smiling. āyou donāt have to shout.ā
āwhere do you want it? here orāā
āābed. now please.ā
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 theyād 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 youād ever seen one.
he couldnāt 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.
āgo ahead, princess. itās all yours.ā
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.
āhello kitty⦠boxersā¦?ā
your eyes widened, staring up at him.
āwhat? i have class.ā he said, utterly unfazed.
you couldnāt believe you were about to fuck this idiot.
he hummed, interrupting your thought process. āhold on, let me go get something.ā
you shot up instantly, grabbing his wrist. āwhat could you possibly need right now??ā
āerr⦠condoms?ā he hummed, tilting his head innocently.
condoms.
āsatoru. are you fucking serious?ā you barked, frustrated and need overriding all rational thought.
āwell⦠yes!ā he huffed. āgotta be safe, princess.ā
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.
āiām on the pill,ā you murmured, eyes glinting with unadulterated lust. ādonāt worry about it.ā
he paused for a moment, letting out a low hum. āgod⦠you really are something.ā 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 youācocky, 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 āthwackā 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 moreā¦
big.
it was almost impossible to ignoreāyou couldnāt 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.
āsay the word,ā he murmured. āand we stop.ā
you shook your head almost immediately, breath uneven.
ādoes it look like i wanna stop?ā wrapping your arms around his neck for support.
his brows lifted slightly, then relaxed as a small smile tugged at his lips.
āfair point. didnāt think youād be this eager.ā he murmured. āā¦but you tell me if that changes, alright?ā
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.
āeyes on me pretty.. it's a big stretch.ā
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 heartālike it was syncing with yours. and he felt it too.
āfuckāā he choked, voice rougher than before. āare you okay? can i move?ā
āsatoru.ā
āalright, alrightā¦ā he huffed, a breath of a laugh slipping through. his forehead dipped closer to yours, lips brushing the air between you.
āso brattyā¦ā he murmured. āmaybe i should stop going easy on you.ā
āoh please, like youāmmph!ā
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.
āthis what you needed?ā he hummed, lengthy cock stirring up your insides. āhm? some dickāhahājust to make this pretty pussy feel better?ā
āsatoruāā 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.
āshh, māgonna take care of you baby, gonna take care of this pretty pussy, gonna feel so nice..ā he hummed, teeth grazing your pulse point.
and unfortunately, you couldnāt deny it.
you felt every inch of him, every movement, and it was impossible to ignore. you always felt this way with himālike 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. ās-so needyā¦ā 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 werenāt 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.
ābeen thinking about you for so fucking long.ā he grunted, the slaps of his hips knocking into you, the force sending waves of shock throughout the meat of your ass. āalways wanted you on my cock, to be mineāā
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. āfuck⦠feel what you do to me baby?ā 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 anā out of you with ease ā 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 couldnāt 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.
āsuch a good girl.. so perfect for meā¦ā he breathed out, eyes locked on you
āngh!ā satoruā pleasepleaseāā you whined helplessly, lips finding his flesh, biting down softly to muffle your moans and cries.
ālook at youuuā¦ā he murmured, pressing a small kiss to your sweaty forehead.
āso fuckinā cute. gonna cum all over my cock like the pretty little princess you are?ā crooning, as if he wasn't drunk off you and you alone.
he let out an absurd laugh, sharp and breathless, like he couldnāt believe how much he was unraveling under you. āmāclose already.. youāre giving me a bad rep here..ā
he looked down at you, expecting some sort of answerāonly 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.
āright⦠sorry,ā he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips at the fact his dick rendered you speechless.
āf-fuckā toru, mācloseāā 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 skinā¦
so fucking pretty.
ādonāt hide that pretty face from me, angel⦠i wanna see you,ā he murmured, placing sloppy kisses along your neck and jaw.
you couldnāt help itābreath 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. āthere you are⦠see? wanna see your face when you cum all over my cock.ā
small, desperate whines escaped your lips, soft and almost helpless, and every tiny movement pressed you harder into him, āsatoruāā
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 couldnāt 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 ā pressing hard firm circles making you cry out, his hips stuttering and becoming sloppy.
āā¦fuck⦠i love you, so perfect f'meā he gasped, voice raw and trembling, eyes locked on yours like he couldnāt look away.
the warmth in your stomach multiplied tenfold, spreading through every nerve and pulse.
āw-what?ā you choked dumbly, voice trembling, before your body betrayed you and locked up, every muscle tightening as if it couldnāt 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.
āthatās ittt...ā 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.
ādid it work?ā brow quirking as he glanced down at you.
āuh-huhh,ā 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.
āi got you mochi,ā 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.
āyou didā¦?ā
āmhm⦠thought it'd make you feel better.. though it might have melted. you didnāt give me a chance to put it in the freezer.ā he added with a small chuckle.
āi hate youā¦ā you groaned, plopping your head back onto his chest.
ādonāt think youāre off the hook, satoru.ā you slurred, poking his cheek lightly.
āwouldnāt dream of it, princess,ā he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips, thumb idly tracing along your arm.
āsoooo..ā he began, brimming with way too much energy for what he just put you through, practically vibrating on the spot. āthis means you'll go on a date with me right?ā
you blinked up at him, lazy and teasing, then simply patted his cheek.
ādon't make it weird.ā you hummed, a small smile tugging at your lips.
āi didn't even get to say anything weird..ā he pouted incredulously.
ādon't have to.ā
ādate me. please.ā
āyou seriously are so annoying.ā
āconsidering we just had sex, i can't possibly be that annoying.ā
...
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.
āfine. only one,ā you muttered, trying to sound indifferent, though it was clearly a lie.
he blinked, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glinting with amusement. āhm⦠iāll take it,ā he said, voice low and playful, tugging you a little closer as if to savor the moment.
he leaned in close, whispering conspiratorially, āyou know, one of these days, iām gonna get you to confess your undying love for me.ā
your breath choked up ā ādont get greedy.ā 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.
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