thisissorandom_spnimagines

As soon as he closes his eyes, he sees your face. The way you'd smiled when you dragged him out of the dance floor. He remembers the few moments he'd shared with you. Gentle touches and kind whispers as he'd spread you out on his bed, worshiping every inch of soft skin and relishing in providing pleasure instead of the violence that's marked most of his actions in life.

"Fuck," he mutters as he leaves the bathroom.

He stumbles downstairs to the office, and just before he plops into his chair he hears someone humming in the kitchen. He furrows his brows as he goes to investigate, only to feel his whole body relax when he sees you standing in front of the counter making coffee. Breakfast waits on the table, but he doesn't notice it. He's so fucking happy you're still here.

Instead, his eyes are glued to you wearing his shirt. The thin material grazes against your thighs. You reach to get something out of the cabinet and it slides up, revealing a spread of marks he'd left on your thighs. He walks behind you quietly and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" he asks, his voice still a bit gravelly from sleep.

"Y-yeah. I just grabbed it off the floor when I woke up."

"It looks better on you," he mumbles between soft kisses against your neck. He grinds against you, causing you to gasp when you feel his erect press firmly on your ass.

"Do you want to take it off?"

Eight months pregnant and you’re ready for the nightmare of carrying new life to be over. Your back hurts, your feet are swollen. Truly, there is no glow. You’ve never felt dimmer. But Gojo wouldn’t agree, he holds your hand as he pulls you into the penthouse you share. He leaves you unattended for a fraction of a second while he locks the door. You can’t help but look at those floor to ceiling windows. The ones he fucked you up against and knocked you up against, too. You look at them, you’re trapped here forever so you do nothing but look at them. And you feel resentment. Cold, unadulterated resentment.

You’re brought away again, following your darling fiancé through the rooms of your home until you stop in one very familiar. Ah, yes. Of course that’s what he wants from you. You turn to leave, but he stops you. There’s no running from this. This being your life. It isn’t common for him to stop you when you reject his advances. But he wants you, now, he really wants you.

“Don’t you have other women on speed dial for this?” you question him. He scoffs. He did always enjoy your quick wit. His touches are like feathers on glass. You’re his fragile little wife, fit to burst and bare his child in little over a month. But he wants you, just you.

“Other women aren’t my fiancé, are they sweetheart?”

As if a little detail like that had ever mattered to him before. He holds you as close as he can, it’s hard with your enormous bump in the way. He did that to you. He forgets, sometimes. He forgets he is the one who was lucky enough to stuff you full of his heir. No one else, him. He’s claimed you, you’re his, aren’t you? He won’t let you forget it. How could you?

He was your first, after all.

Gojo guides you to the bed that you share. You really aren’t in the mood. Your spine aches like nothing you’ve ever felt and you’ve suddenly flushed hotter than you’ve ever experienced. Just let him take care of you, won’t you? He always makes you feel good. You know how skilled he is. The silk sheets will cool you. Or they would, if Gojo allowed you to do anything other than ride him in your current state. You can’t. You can’t ride him like this. You’re miserable. You’re hot, you’re cranky. He’s not really going to make you ride on top, is he?

He sits on the side of your bed looking up at you, spindly digits unfastening each button of his shirt. It’s almost like he’s giving you a show. He’s giving you his full attention. Aren’t you lucky to have him? He doesn’t waste time removing his bottom half clothing, just freeing his cock enough for you. He does expect you to ride. He’s laying comfortably with his head in the cool, silky pillows. You wish that it was you, instead.

“Climb on,” he orders, “let me make you feel good.” he continues.

You shake your head, defying his request. It’s the first time in your entire relationship that you’ve said no to Satoru Gojo. Has anyone ever said no to Satoru Gojo? He can’t think, honestly. His head is spinning. It’s enough to make him pause working his own length as he observes you. You’re joking, he gets it now. Playing a little game, keeping him on his toes. But you’re not. You’re not kidding around. The thought of riding him in your current state is making you feel hot and cold all at once.

“Can’t, Gojo.” you confess, kicking off your shoes and heading towards the bed yourself. “’m too hot. Too tired. I don’t want to do the work.” you finish.

“Tch.” he sneers.

You lay by his side. He understands. But he doesn’t care what you want. It’s like you did it on purpose. Is that right? Did you purposefully rile him up to this point just to make him feel worthless? It isn’t going to work. He feels sorry for you. All of these little plans and ideas you have about him. He simply doesn’t care. You’re his wife. And he’s your nothing. He can fuck anyone he wants, and today, he chose that to be you. And you’ve rejected him. That is something you’ll live to regret. Especially with the mood he’s in.

You roll over to wrap your arm around him. It’s not uncommon; you’re his fiancé after all. And he always lets you, because he does love you, despite what you may think. Although now he doesn’t feel quite so loving. He removes your arm from him and gently pushes you away. Is he kidding? He’s pissed because you’re heavily pregnant and not in the mood to have sex? He really is the worst, it kills you that people just see the looks and the money. You never know where you stand. You’ve never felt lonelier than you have whilst engaged to Satoru.

It’s your own personal hell.

“I suppose you’re right, doll.” he begins, “I do have other women on speed dial.” he continues.

He doesn’t bother looking to you, but he can already hear the croak in your throat as you try not to cry. You’ll never know why he’s like this. So hot and cold. He loves you one minute and loathes you the next. A pitiful lip wobbles on your face as you try in vain to not give your partner the satisfaction of your sorrow. He isn’t sure if what’s in his mind is taking it too far, but he thinks it might be just the right thing to get you firmly back under his manipulative thumb.

“They aren’t fat and lazy, either. You’ve really let yourself go since you got pregnant, y’know?” he states, “Skinnier… younger women tend to do as they're told. And I’m in the mood to have a cunt ride my cock.”

“Satoru I’m—”

“Pregnant, I know. I’m painfully aware of that fact.”

You sit upright on the edge of the bed, feet wholly enjoying the feeling of the cooling marble beneath them. You can’t stop the tears now, and you don’t want to. It’s obvious he doesn’t care, he’s never cared and he never will care. But he should know what he’s doing to you. What he’s putting you through. He is the one that knocked you up. He is the one who convinced you to keep the baby so that you could be a real family. He is the one who proposed.

He shuffles on his knees until his bare torso rests pleasantly against your back. Both hands come forward and rub over your swollen stomach. He knows you’re pregnant. You’re going to bear his child, he loves you for it, he won’t love anyone the way he loves you and your child. But when he needs your cunt, he expects you to give it. You can’t blame him for being a little mean, can you? You have driven him to this.

His hands travel upwards and begin to massage your heavy, swollen breasts. It’s heavenly. Forgoing a bra has been a necessity for a while. Your nipples are too sensitive, it’s near impossible to wear regular clothes let alone a device to cage your breasts. You’re moaning softly for him as his fingers run over your erect nipples.

“So responsive for me,” he whispers.

You are.

Every inch of you is so fragile and tender. He’ll likely blame your outburst of tears on your hormones as if he didn’t just call you fat and imply that you were old. You aren’t – he’s just a horrible fucking dickhead when he wants to be. He nibbles on your ear as he continues caressing your mounds. ‘Give it to me,’ he mumbles again and again. After what he said. After what he’s done.

You hate him.

But you don’t. Because as much as you’d like to believe you hate him, you’ll do almost anything he asks. You’re doing your best to ride him now. He promises, he swears he’ll make you feel better. You’re boiling hot and exhausted. You’re embarrassed, honestly. You feel humiliated because you’re so out of breath and doing all you can to keep a steady rhythm on his length. He’s losing himself to the bliss and sanctum of your clenching cunt.

Better than anyone’s.

Better than everyone’s.

Because you’re marked. You’re marked as his and he can’t get enough of the sight. Swollen and round, and just so full. He really did this to you. It makes him so fucking hard whenever he thinks about it. You’re looking down at him and you can see how hard he’s thinking about it, too. He’s staring at your stomach. It makes him feel so powerful, so manly. He fucked a kid into you. He filled you up like this. He made you his and you’re bound to him forever now.

“I hate you,” you tell him, softly.

“You love me.” he retorts, panting. His eyes find yours. Those dazzling blue beams studying your own eyes with the intensity of a million moons. He’s known you long enough to know when you’re lying. Who are you trying to fool? “You… love me.”

“I hate you, Gojo.”

“No…” he thrusts into you, helping take the pressure off your sore body. “You love me.”

The conversation is tiresome. It will go on forever if you allow it, so you don’t. You zip your lips and focus on riding your husband-to-be. He wonders what you’re doing. Why are your eyes fluttered closed? Oh, don’t do that. He hates that. He may not show it but he’s just as needy as you are. The only difference is that he can gratify his neediness with any woman he chooses. You on the other hand, have him. Him, and no one else.

So why are your eyes closed?

Who are you imagining beneath you, instead of him?

“Nanami would never love you like I do, you know.” Gojo huffs, circling your clit with his thumb as he has numerous times before. You’ll cum soon, he’s sure, he knows your pussy like no one else ever will. He knows yours better than he’ll care to know another woman’s. Aren’t you the luckiest girl in the world?

“I should hope not,” you respond, rising and falling on his cock breathlessly, “I’d rather die than experience your love ever again.” you insult.

He purses his lips sarcastically and a soft chuckle puffs out. There it is. That sharp tongue. That quick wit. He does love it, you know. Just as he loves you – in his sick twisted way. It’s getting too much now. Genitals aimlessly crashing against one another desperate for some sort of relief. Begging for something to happen. His chest heaves loudly as he fucks up into you. Tears spill from your eyes as you try and meet his motions. He wipes them away for you. Would someone who didn’t love you do that? You’re sure someone who loved you wouldn’t give you so many reasons to cry in the first place.

“He wouldn’t want you baby,” he tells you. One large has encompasses the right side of your face as he forces you to look at him. He wants you to listen, carefully. “You’re damaged goods, remember? No one wants you like I want you.” he hums.

“H-He said… I was… glowing.”

“He was lying, baby. Just bein’ polite. Why would he want a woman, fat, with another man’s child? Hm?” he bullies. He’s close now, the way the tears are spilling from you are doing it for him, for some reason. You’re remembering, aren’t you? You’re starting to remember that no one will want you but him. “You’re my girl, aren’t you? My good, obedient girl.”

“I-”

“Good girl.”

“’m-”

“Gonna cum f’me? Come on, daddy wants to cum too.”

“Nngh—!” you spasm around him. You feel his warmth seep through you too. That was intense. Fuck. That was really intense. You don’t know what happened. You’re unsure how you feel. How should you feel after a lay like that? It was mind-blowing, as usual. Your moans bounce off of the walls all around you, and you jolt stupidly as he continues to thumb your clit.

He finally allows you to lie on your back. He rests his head on your stomach, enjoying your child’s kicks against it. He’s enjoying the way his sperm falls out of your soiled hole. It’s useless, now. He’s already got you perfectly pregnant. But the way his wasted kids dribble out of your cute little cunt will always be one of the greatest pleasures of his life.

“I do, Satoru,” you mutter, “I hate you.”

“But you don’t really, do you baby? I know you love me. You love being my fiancé and you love that I gave you my kid. C’mon, admit. You love me.”

He’s right. He’s always so annoyingly right.

“And you?” you wonder. He chuckles, smoothing his hand over your swollen stomach. “Do you love me?”

He ignores you, resting his forehead against your bump. It’s like he’s trying to telepathically communicate with your unborn baby. You wonder what he’s trying to say. He’s probably begging your baby to be a boy. He is desperate for a little boy. A mini me. You couldn’t stand that. He’d be exactly like his father. You wouldn’t be able to handle two of them. He’d follow in his footsteps and treat you just as poorly as his daddy does.

No, you need a girl. You need him to fall head over heels for his sweet little daughter and to want to protect her from the horrors of this world. Horrors like him. It might be a wake up call to have a daughter. Would he want anyone to treat his own baby girl how he treats other women? You hope not.

He has the same thoughts, though. He couldn’t think of anything worse than his daughter meeting a man like him.

“I love you, Satoru.”

“Yeah,” he huffs. “I love you.”

© 2021 fuwushiguro

gojo still thinks you're a burden. tells you all the time, berates you in that playful condescending way of his on the missions you share. but still he⎯he says your a burden, says that he hates you, says your better off somewhere not in the jujutsu world, so why does he keep you around? why doesn't he let you go on missions on your own, face a curse you know you can't handle, so that you can finally die. leave him alone like he always says he wants.

gojo crashes into your personal space (nothing new there), tapping his finger against your forehead. "there's nothing but air up here, so whatcha thinkin so hard about sweetheart?"

you don't have the energy to play mind game olympics with him right now. "nothing"

"nothing?" he repeats, shoving his hands back into his pockets and staring at you.

"just tired"

he laughs at that. not a mirthful laugh, and he's not happy, not in the slightest. gojo isn't a happy person, to begin with. for a moment, you're afraid that you've answered incorrectly, that he's angry, that he's going to hurt you. not physically, of course. he doesn't lay a hand on you that's meant to cause you any pain. he does grab your wrist though, touch gentle and possessive, and teleports you to his bedroom. "let's sleep, f/n-chan!"

you don't want to sleep. you know gojo knows you're lying. "we have...there's paperwork to do, and what about⎯"

"ah ah ah" his finger wags in the air, hushing you like you're a child protesting against a chore. he's already begun peeling off his clothes, digging around in his drawers for something for you to change into. "you said you were tired, so we're going to sleep. you've gotta take care of yourself y/n, you're already so weak, i don't want you to deteriorate because you've missed too many hours of sleep"

the clothes he hands you aren't his. it's a short nightdress for one, made of purple lace and a soft satin-like material. maybe it is silk, or satin. he can afford it. gojo sees you staring at it, and smiles. "don't worry, f/n-chan. no one left it behind. i just wanted to see you in something pretty for once" you know gojo sleeps around. everyone knows he sleeps around. he doesn't force you to have sex with him, simply winds you up so much that you come begging him for release. but on times where he can't get you to budge, he'll don his shades and go get the first girl who looks anything like you and fuck their brains out. sometimes they'll be girls with your particular mouth, lips wrapped around his girthy cock, or girls with your hair length, and he'll send you videos of him fucking them from behind, yanking on their hair and forcing them to take him deeper.

you move to turn around, but gojo uses his cursed technique to shut the door. it slams, loudly. when you turn to face him again, he's smiling, gesturing for you to get to it. you know there's no getting out of this, and that he can always last much longer than you can. so you do what he wants, you get to it. your brown penny loafers are first, then the gray stockings, pleated skirt, and black cropped gakuran-style top. he stares at you throughout this, eyes raking over your body hungrily.

you aren't naked, still clothed in your underwear, but you are self-conscious. your hands are coming up wrap around your breasts, to shield them from his view. the nightdress falls to the floor, not at all forgotten. gojo lets you play coy for a short while, but when his gaze shifts to the bed, and then back to you, you know your time is up. the bra comes off, unhooked from the back, tits spilling out. you're bending down to grab the nightdress, arm still covering your breasts, but gojo beats you to it, holds it high above your head. you stand on your tiptoes and your so close before he grins down at you and extends his arm.

"gojo⎯"

a look.

"satoru." another look, pleased this time. "please, please give it back"

he presses his lips into a smirk. gestures for you to step closer. you oblige, like you do with all of his little games. he straightens the gown out, and slowly slips it over your head, hands ghosting over your tits for a minute too long. does it so that he can watch your nipples get hard, and then the way your body twitches. "ah. i was right" he murmurs, giving you a once-over. "this color suits you"

it's a compliment, even though it doesn't feel like one. "thank you satoru" you say, and climb into bed unprompted. you just want tonight to be over with. gojo scoots in, immediately going to wrap his arms around you and pull you in close. he presses his face into the crook of your neck, presses a few soft kisses there. one of his hands places itself onto your thigh.

you wish for the same thing you do every night; the sweet release of death. it doesn't come. tomorrow sees you in the same place you are every day, at gojos side. principal yaga doesn't bother lecturing you on your late paperwork and doesn't mention the fact that you're thirty minutes late. everyone knows where you are, and what you're doing.

it makes you angry sometimes when you can summon up the will to be angry in the first place. it angers you that everyone can see what's happening and yet no one steps in.

"it's because i'm the strongest" gojo had explained, when you had asked, tears streaming down your face. you hadn't believed him then, had hoped that there was someone stronger, someone who could save you. there isn't anyone, and you're still trapped in this hell.

"try and keep up okay, f/n-chan?"

"sorry satoru" you mumble, pulling your lip between your teeth, slightly out of breath. sarcastically, you want to say, we all can't teleport, you know. and when you've finally reached the floor radiating the most cursed energy, gojo steps back to the corner and tells you to 'handle it'. you're a bit slow drawing your weapon, you haven't used cursed energy in a while, nervous, anxiety seeping into you're bones. gojo is still watching you, his eyes haven't left you yet, and the weight of his gaze feels like a cursed spirit all on its own.

you've finally stabbed the cursed straight through the heart, but you aren't without your own wounds. there's a scratch on your cheek, and the area directly under your breast is bleeding. your hair is disheveled, clothes rumpled and torn in places. and just when you think the fight is finally over, there's three coming from...you don't know where, only that one is swatting you through the air like a pesky fly and that two of them jump to cushion the impact. but these are pretty strong curses, grade 2 or maybe even 1 and gojo watches with a disappointed little frown when you start to struggle.

he still doesn't step in to help. the curses, they don't dare attack gojo, they know who he is, and the power he exudes is nothing but a warning. so they swarm around you, trading blows. the tide of the battle is turned, and not in your favor, when one of the curses grabs you by the blade, snapping it out of your wrists. this time, when it throws you against the wall, your body connects, punching the air out of you. and then immediately after, you are hit with an attack so hard you don't think you can stand. the curses aren't done, and you've only immobilized one, so they're still coming but you can't stand, panic welling up in your throat.

"s-satoru!"

satoru steps in, fingers crossed, deadly power unleashed. he's overpowering them, quickly too, yet toying with them. he's playing with his prey, torturing the curses on your behalf. when they're defeated, he's hauling you up and pushing you against the nearest wall, hand planting itself into your hair, gripping tight. he pulls you into a bruising kiss, teeth nipping at your lips, tongue dominating your mouth.

he pulls back so that you can catch a big intake of air. then he's licking up the blood on your cheek, and his thigh is sliding between your shaking legs. he doesn't need to have touched you to know that you're sensitive here, been with enough women to at least know the basics. he kisses you again, and shamefully, you reciprocate, with just as much intensity, grinding down on his thigh and letting little whimpers escape, only to be swallowed up by gojo's mouth.

there's a palm placed on top of your pussy, through several layers of clothes and the soft purple vibrating glow of gojo's cursed technique. it sends shocks directly up to your pussy, has you shaking and gasping into gojo's neck, hips pushing down on his hand. gojo's losing himself too, rutting into your side and placing messy kisses and sucking harsh marks into your neck. "say thank you. c'mon⎯say it. thank me. thank me for saving your pathetic life" you're closer to the edge than you've ever been, feeling better than you've ever felt in your life.

"t-thank you! hnng, thank you satoru!" and you're cumming in your skirt like a virgin. above you, gojo's hips still, and with a grunt, he's sucking one last hickey into your neck.

You calmed your breathing and listened to him make his way through the house and up the stairs until he opened the door to your all’s bedroom. “I can smell you y/n,” you could hear him take a big fucking sniff off the room, “you were doing your hair weren’t you.”

You calmed your breathing and listened to him make his way through the house and up the stairs until he opened the door to your all’s bedroom. “I can smell you y/n,” you could hear him take a big fucking sniff off the room, “you were doing your hair weren’t you.”

You calmed your breathing and listened to him make his way through the house and up the stairs until he opened the door to your all’s bedroom. “I can smell you y/n,” you could hear him take a big fucking sniff off the room, “you were doing your hair weren’t you.”

The fucking dog, good at getting every bitches attention and having the nose of a police’s K-9. What he couldn’t smell was that ass whooping you was about to hand him, so you peeked your eye through the door and watched as he exited the bathroom. He had your hot comb in his hand, slightly running it though his own to check the heat on it.

It took every fucking bone in your body not to jump out and tackle him, but you stopped; waiting until he was facing the bed. Looking dumbfounded as ever, he placed his sunglasses onto the bed and stood looking around the room. So you took that opportunity, sprinting out of the closet and tackling him onto the bed, you would’ve chosen the floor, but that didn’t end so well last time.

“You damn fool,” you began hitting his chest, “I’m tired of your bullshit Gojo.” Fists after fists he took into his chest before he caught your wrist in his hands, twisting them up so you could no longer deal blows to him. The corner of your eyes began to sting, you tried so hard to keep it in, biting your bottom lip as hard as you could to stop the tears but they won.

“I fucking hate you,” you sniffled, the feeling of tears weighing down on your lids had you feeling pathetic, “you think it’s… you think it’s a damn joke?” you sobbed, seeing your vision dwindle as your tears plopped down onto his shirt. “If I cheated on you with every nigga that told me I was the shit you’d go fucking crazy.”

“Y/n, can you stop fussing.” He yawned, bringing your wrist over your head as he sat up with you on his lap. “Cry to hard and you’ll fuck up your lashes.” He laughed, rolling his eyes at your state. “It’s not a fucking joke Gojo!”

“And let go of me,” you bounced back, the lack of your hands meant nothing,”get your grimy ass hands off of me, touching every bitch in sight.” Somehow you managed to get off his lap and glared at him. “I will fuck up your entire life nigga, don’t play with me.”

You pressed the tip of your acrylic into his forehead, applying a forceful push before it back to your side.”Then fuck it babe.” He licked his lips, and pushed his body into yours. “Fuck me up like I know you can.” The fluid motion of his hands going over your curves, reaching around the back to grab a handful of your ass.

“Nah! Fuck off and I said stop touching me.” You glared at him, feeling the heat rise over your entire body. Not only did you just finish your hair, now you were getting all hot and mad because of Gojo.

“Don’t be like that y/n! You didn’t even let me explain.” He pouted back, staring deeply into your pretty irises. “You never listen.” He steups.

“Don’t you dare suck your teeth at me!” You apprehended him, steupsin right back. “Matter of fact, lemme go call Nanami,” you flipped him off and removed yourself from his vice grip, “that’s one nigga that’ll treat me right.” Before you could make it out the door he was on you, finger looping around the waist of your skirt.

“You’re about to get fucked up y/n,” he clicked his tongue in his mouth. The audacity, truly, of one man as arrogant and easy going as Gojo. The man who saw no fault in any of his actions and that same man who was minutes away from getting dropped kicked.

“Gojo I am really not in the mood to deal with you, so I’ll be on my way now.” You smacked his hand away, but you didn’t stand one lick of a chance. He was too quick and proved time and time again that he was indeed stronger than you. “My my, baby you're not going anywhere.” His knuckles grazed your cheek, before they were under your chin forcing your eyes up to meet his own.

“Do I need to fuck this anger out of you?” He insisted, cupping your face, making your lips pucker out. “Need some good dicl?” He backed you into the corner of the room just like how he wanted. Before he dropped down to grab you by your knees and fling you up over his shoulders. “Put me the hell down Gojo!”

“Lemme think about it.” He sighed and swayed you to the left and right before throwing you down on the bed. He locked you waist down to the bed with his own hands, smiling down at you. “I’ve decided to put you down. Do you like it?”

‘Do you like it?’ he asked you, what kind of twisted shit was going on in his head, you wouldn’t be able to figure it out no matter how hard you wired your brain to do so. “You know there’s a pattern here y/n, and sadly you haven’t figured it out.”

Pattern?

That damned pattern of Gojo staging girls perfectly to where you’d be, He knows your every move and banks on you showing up right when he gets all sweet with a bunch of random girls. Because as soon as he senses that you're pissed he gets all cheesy and sends the girls off immediately.

He didn’t have time to cheat because having make up sex with you was too die for. The way you left scratches on his back, how you would squeeze around him so tightly when you came on his dick. How good he felt when he was able to fuck his dick into you so well. Of course you put up a good front because you thought his “talking” to other girls was deliberate, but it just consisted of him smiling and looking around for you while he “flirted” with the poor woman.

He positioned himself at the foot of the bed, holding your ankles in his hands. “You know I think you know what I like y/n.” His fingers grazed over your shins and around your calves, “Why do we think we always end up like this.”

The disgust in your face grew more and more by the second and heightened significantly when Gojo held your legs apart and propped his knee up onto the bed. The weight shift was enough along with hearing the springs in the mattress box spring to life. “Come on baby be nice to me, or angry I don’t care.” he chuckled deeply.

“Either way it’ll end up with me in your guts just how I like it.” He laughed with your leg now resting on his shoulder and his lips. “Gojo, it would do you well if you got the fuck off of me.” You tried to kick your feet at him, but failed miserably when he locked the both of them down to his shoulders.

“Do you really want that baby? He lifted you up off your back just a bit so that you bent just right and he could have the access he needed. “I think you like this position.” He spoke softly and bit harshly at your thighs making you welp out in pain. “Gojo stop.” you snapped.

“I don’t think you want me to.” Declaring it so in this position was awkward. Your thighs were now around his shoulders, stomach folding down with each push of your body, and his breath was hot on your pussy. He inched his face closer and closer, humming with excitement when he noticed the little wet spot on your underwear.

“Are you sure about that?” Your skirt now fell over your stomach and impaired your view of Gojo. Having your sight taken was too much, too much of a guilty pleasure that of course Gojo knew about. Without a doubt Gojo was aware of the anticipation that pooled in your stomach when he nipped at you, and you couldn’t see.

His nose was inches away from your panties, too far for his own comfort. Before you could attempt to fend him off he placed his nose right into your underwear, moving it up and down, letting it bump your puffy clit. “Gojo.” You screamed

“You always smell so nice.” He eased his body closer to yours, subtly grinding his erection against your back as he drove his nose further into your clothed pussy.  He could get drunk off the smell of you, you didn’t really want to come to terms with it. The mere fact that he had some sort of fetish or infatuation to it.

You didn’t want to believe it until you noticed some of your panties going missing over the course of your shared dating history. Gojo wasn’t careful about it, he didn’t want to be careful with it either. Fucking himself to your smell, wrapping your dirty underwear around his cock as he came over and over again.

This was his guilty pleasure, getting you upset and fucking you up like this. He pulled his face from off of you and moved your underwear to the side, the string of your arousal following it shamelessly. “And you didn’t want this he scoffed?”

“I- I don’t you fool.”

“You stuttered so I know you’re lying.” He slipped his fingers into his mouth, getting them lubricated enough to slip into your clenching hole. They were deep in you, he didn’t want to ease anything in for he was way too horny for patience right now. His two fingers dealing enough pleasure, but you refused to moan. Not letting a single sound of pleasure manifest into the air.

But the idiot  had many ideas, the ones that would leave you shaking on your bed, the ones that kept you from walking for at least a day or two. He could leave you bed ridden from how fucking sick he was. “You wanna be quiet now? I got something for that.”

Gojo let you plop back down onto the bed, but he was smarter than you. “So that you can’t run away from this.” He came around to the top of the bed and pulled up the handcuffs that were already attached to the top of the bed frame. “Do not lock me up!” Oops it was too late, your blurry vision and sensitive core did not do you justice in getting up in time.

He snatched your wrist and slid it into the confines of the cuffs and swept around to do the other side. “And now for the legs.” You kicked and kicked, but he didn’t dare get close enough to let them connect with his body, “You’ll have to do better than that babe.”

And before you could try to land a kick on him your feet were at the edge of the bed connected by that of a pole, the one you dreaded with your entire being. Move too much and you won’t be given the chance to move back.

He left the room with his signature sinister chuckle, his heavy footsteps echoing through the house. You listened quietly even though you could feel your heart beating deathly hard against your rib cage. Breaking, shattering and the sound of something slamming before the man made his way back up the stairs.

“Someone’s pissed, but I have your favorite.” From behind his back he pulled out a small ziploc bag that was filled with perfectly frozen ice cubes. “Ice for my ice queen.” He smiled up at your hot face. “I don’t want that Gojo.” you wailed about forgetting the predicament your legs were in causing them to separate a bit further.

“Then why are you spreading your legs like a filthy whore?“ He scratched his head and placed a finger underneath his chin. “If you didn’t want it your legs would be closed, faithfully.” You rolled your eyes, anger simmering in your stomach and words flooding the back of your throat that you just wanted to spit out at him.

“Now let me continue.” He pulled the ice from out of the bag choosing to start at your legs. Carefully letting the frozen item melt onto your skin, running it from the tip of your toes to to your thighs. The water trickles down your skin and replaces all warmth with its sub-temperature.

Your only option was to lay there and take it bound by the hands and chains of your partner, but it was terrible. How he could so easily own you, that fury that you had now turned into that of sexual frustrations and lightheaded ministrations. “Baby how’s the ice? You’ve grown awfully quiet.”

Absolute silence aside from sheets, getting rearranged underneath your now frozen body. When the ice had melted on your thighs he spread the water over the expanse of the thighs, rubbing them slowly to massage the cold right in. But he acted fast so that they wouldn’t melt before they got to their intended point of location.

He didn’t take his eyes off of your body, hand fidgeting around in the ziploc bag to get out the right piece of ice to fit perfectly in between your folds. One with an edge, cut enough to make you writhe. When he found it he applauded himself in his head, running it up your inner thigh before pressing it onto your clit.

“ ‘s too cold Gojo...ngh please slow down.” he rubbed the ice between your folds, keeping it on your clit. Your hips bucked up into the ice and your back arched off the bed. “Good,” he propped his body up with his arm, “gotta really dig into it.” He let it slip in and out your pussy, and each time it did he would suck on it. The flavor of ice and your arousal sending him over the edge further and further.

“Fuck y/n I can’t wait any longer.” With one last pass of the ice through your soppy folds he chucked the ice into his mouth. With a quick pace he went to remove the bar from in between your feet, taking your pants and broken moans as a means to get inside you quickly.

So why not entice him a little bit with, “satoru, I need you inside.” you spoke softly, eyelashes fluttering and legs spreading wider once they were free so he could see your clenching hole. “Want you to fuck me soo good,” you cooed, meeting the eyes of your boyfriend, “you wanna fuck me good?”

He stood at the edge of the bed drinking your body in, pulling the waistband of his sweats and boxers off in one go. His dick bobbing in the air, the pink tip glossy from the amount of precum that it let out. The curve, the veins, everything was to die for.

“I always fuck you good baby.” He spoke smoothly coming back up onto the bed, positioning his hands under your knees to fold your legs back to your shoulders. His dick was aching from how hard he had to hold back, the entire fucking evening he was hard. Suprisingly he had enough resolve to not cum in his pants when he was fucking you with ice.

He slowly grinded his dick onto your clit, the hotness of his tip contrasted with the coldness of the ice that you were just pleasured with. “O-oh fuck Gojo.” your body shivered from the change, legs bounded by his big hands so there was no running away. “You like that?” He grunted.

“Mhm, ye-yes daddy.” you moaned out, eyes rolling back from the feeling of your orgasm approaching. Gojo felt you shuddering, twitching underneath him so he came inside, slowly pushing his length into until his hips were one with your own. “Squeezing daddy so tightly.” he whispered into your ear.

He decided to keep it slow, rolling his hips into you giving you long deep strokes. The ones that hurt just a little bit from how it felt like he was in your tummy. You couldn’t even push on his stomach as a sign to let him know he was too deep, with your wrist still bound. “ ‘s too deep baby.” you cried out.

He placed his lips on yours, slipping his tongue between your lips. Swallowing down every single whine that left it. Soft pecks, soft kisses all along your neck and face to ease you along. “You got it.” he sighed into your neck, feeling his balls tingle. You two were the perfect match, after years of being together his dick was the only one that could satisfy you, you were trained for his dick; it was his fault he did that.

“I know you can take it.” he groaned. Feeling you flutter around him, velvety walls nice and warm.  So the deep strokes continued on, he dropped your legs down to his waist where you wrapped them around him tightly. He picked up the pace on his thrusting, his hands now firmly planted on each side of your head.

He looked for the bag of ice, seeing two cubes left. Reaching over to the bag he took one cube out and placed it in his mouth then wrapped his lips around your nipple. The sudden coldness made you lurch into his body. shivering from it. Back arching off the mattress into his body.

“Too much, it’s too much.” He slurped on the ice and your tits like it was his last meal. Letting it melt a little bit in his mouth and parting his lips to let the cold liquid trickle down onto your hardened bud. “Try to run away and I fuck you harder.” He giggled, positioning himself up.

He rammed into you letting his balls slap against your ass and his dick poking at your cervix. Your wrist hurts from trying to pull them out of the handcuffs, the color being pulled from your skin with each yank of your arms.

“Satoru, I wanna touch you.” you begged, legs getting increasingly tired from the position you guys were in. “I’m almost there baby, j-just a little more.” His hips slammed into yours. Dick twitching with each stroke he offered,  your walls were pulsing around him ready to suck him dry.

“Baby I’m gonna cum.” He panted into your ear, face colored red and beads of sweat dripping onto the sheets. “Gonna let me cum in MY pussy?” he questioned you, meeting your low eyes. “My pussy y/n, this pussy is mine and only mine.” he groaned. The chains rattled more and more as he slammed into your pussy. The sounds of chains rattling and your pussy squelching was all that was heard through the room

“I’m cumming… ugh — fuck.” he bit down on his lip as he pumped his thick load into you. His head dropped down to your pert nipples and shaking body. “fuck yes.” you muttered, cumming around him, you milked him with each squeeze. He slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you onto the sheets.

He got the last piece of ice, halfway melted, and ran it through your folds to get as much cum on the cold object as possible. He threw the piece in his mouth, sucking on it slowly before swallowing it . “Oh my god, you’re so nasty Gojo.” you gagged.

Y/N absentmindedly stared at the white ceiling in the bedroom she and Gojo shared. She was alone—as usual. Gojo was out and about, probably on a mission with his students or out entertaining some woman. As she looked up at the blank wall, she wondered why Gojo would even agree to the marriage in the first place. It was beyond her. She couldn’t formulate a reason, especially when he was barely around. There were times Gojo when would come in, with a Miss Dior knock-off radiating off his silk shirts. In the rear moments, they were together in one room. She barely spoke to him—standing on the complete opposite of the living room—Y/N would steal slight glances at Gojo. But she couldn’t feel him out.

A sigh left her plump brown lips as she made her way out of their large bathroom. When her parents told her that she would be marrying Satoru Gojo, she felt a pit form in her stomach. With her family being a powerful Black sorcerer family and Y/N, herself, possessing the most powerful cursed technique in her family, she was almost destined to marry him or Naoya Zenin. Running hot water in the clawfoot tub, Y/N dropped one of her favorite bath bombs, which happened to be a wedding gift from Nanami—he was sweet to her, and the most sympathetic.

The smell of vanilla and tonka bean filled the spacious bathroom as she dipped into the steaming hot bath. A moan escaped her mouth once she was entirely in the water, “Y/N just go see another man.” Her best friends would say matter-of-factly when they spoke on the phone. She considered it many times, but somehow it never fell through. The guys she was supposed to meet with either suddenly canceled last minute or simply ghosted her, disappearing without a trace.

“Oh, you’re in here.” His voice startled her, “I was looking for you.” He continued while unbuttoning his light blue shirt. She eyed him intensely, her brown eyes burning into him as he peeled his pants off. Catching on to her worrisome gaze, Gojo chuckled, “What’s wrong?”

Y/N scoffed. He acted as if this was normal behavior, “What are you doing. Satoru?” A smirk formed on his lips when he heard his name roll off her tongue.

“What? I can’t bathe with my wife?”

My wife….She hated how it sounded coming from him. “I’m not your wife—just someone you happen to be married to.” She rolled her eyes before turning away from his now naked figure. “Don’t be a dick, Satoru.”

Soon she felt Gojo pushing his warm against her back, “Of course you’re my wife, don’t be like that.” He teased as he ran his soft hands over her brown skin.

“I’ve never met someone who lies as much as you do.” Y/N scoffed. Gojo let a playful chuckle as his hands traveled around her body. His fingers caressed her perky nipples as he bought her body closer to his. His growing erection pressed against her back. “Oh, what happened? You couldn’t find someone else to fuck?”

“Why would I? When I have such a needy wife here?” Gojo teased before pressing a kiss on her tender shoulder. “All those men you’ve been meeting with?—well—supposed too. They could have never satisfied you like I would.” Y/N felt her heart thumping against the cage of her chest. His voice was almost menacing.

“How? Gojo what did you do to them?” Y/N head snapped in his direction. His blue eyes were damn near looking into her soul.

“I got rid of them, I can’t have strange men randomly meeting with my wife.” His long fingers made their way to his wife’s aching cunt. “I promise you baby—once I taste this pussy. You’ll never call anyone else.”

“I-I w-wish that meant the same for you.” She retorted, trying her hardest to bite back the moans Gojo was causing. His long fingers toyed with her clit while his soft lips connected with her warm neck, “S-Satoru, please.” Y/N cooed as her thighs clenched.

“Don’t be shy honey, I wanna hear you. Just like how you moan when you’re in here playing this pretty pussy. I wanna hear that.” Gojo teased before sliding his slender fingers into her tight hole.

Arching her back off his wet chest, Y/N let out the sweetest moan he’d ever heard. “Please Gojo—please fuck me.”

His slow drags and the gentle circles over her clit made Y/N rock against his fingers, his slender digits hitting her spot continuously, “Gosh I wish I could eat your pussy right now.” She gripped Gojo’s wrist tightly as she threw the back of her against his shoulder. Soft mewls filled Gojo’s ear as she rolled her hips against his fingers. His hands were so experienced compared to the men she’d been with before. He bought something out of her no man could. Heat started to rise in Y/N’s body, making the hot water almost unbearable; her fingers gripped the rim of the tub, with Gojo curling his fingers just right. The way he massaged that sensitive patch of nerves made Y/N’s leg shake violently.

“Gojo please—I’m gonna—” Y/N whined. Her pussy spasmed around his long finger as he worked her orgasm out of her. Running his fingers from her swollen pussy lips to her plump bottom lip, her slick mixed with the soapy vanilla scented bubble bath lingered on her bottom lip.

“Bend over baby, I want you now.” Gojo grunted as he lifted her to her knees. Her chin gently tapped the head of the bronze vintage faucet, Gojo would never admit that he bought this tub just for her. Unable to resist, Gojo pressed a tender kiss into her wet clit. Immediately Y/N arches her back at the sensation, “Gosh, you’re so needy. I bet it’s been so long since you’ve been fucked.”

With one hand squeezing the flesh of her ass, Gojo slowly lined himself with her soaking entrance. “Oh, fuck Satoru—please.” She whined as she backed herself onto his curved dick. On the few occasions she’d seen Gojo’s dick, she could never get it out of her head; it was beautiful. About seven or so inches with the perfect girth that curved upright (surely that would be a treat), a slight mushroom tip that's a beautiful light pink color. And a small patch of pubes adorning the top of his thick member. The way he stretched her pussy sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re so perfect Gojo” Her sweet cries made his chest swell, and his head full of her sobs.

Gojo dragged his perfect dick against her gummy walls at a steady pace, his heavy balls continuously slapping against her swollen bud, her pussy juices leaking onto his cock and dripping into the bathwater below. Her pussy spasmed around his length as he pushed deeper into her, each stroke sending her over the rim of the tub. Bathwater splashed from behind her and onto the tiled floor. “Satoru, please. ‘s too much.” She sobbed causing Gojo to let out a light chuckle.

“Aww, it's too much for my poor wife? Maybe she should—hmm fuck y-es— have thought about that,” By now the top of half of her body was bent over the edge of the tub, her hands balled into a tight fist against the cold floor as Gojo maintained his deep and hard strokes. “This pussy belongs to me baby girl.”

Her silk press was definitely going to fucked up after this. Sounds of Y/N's sweet moans and soaking cunt filled the bathroom. Bringing his skilled fingers to her convulsing pussy, Gojo pressed hard circles into her clit. Her legs shaking violently against his strong thighs, “There you go honey, cum on this dick.” Gojo groaned deeply as he threw in his back, “this dick’s all ours baby.” Y/N could barely mutter a scream as she came hard on Gojo’s length, her pussy squirting onto his thighs.

Her babbles about how it was too much went ignored as he continued to toy with her clit. As if that wasn’t enough, Gojo slid his thumb into her puckered hole. “Oh! Satoru, p-please. that’s —” Gojo’s movement grew sloppier as he felt his orgasm building up.

“Fuck honey, your pussy is perfect, I can’t wai—” A throaty moan cut off anything else Gojo could say. His hot seed filled up her pussy as buried himself deeper with the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. Surely a baby would be next for them, Gojo hoped; the idea of seeing Y/N pregnant with his kid made his heart flutter. With chest flushed against her back, Gojo pressed sweet and soft kisses down her neck and shoulders.

“Such a sweet wife.” He remarks breathlessly.

Y/N absentmindedly stared at the white ceiling in the bedroom she and Gojo shared. She was alone—as usual. Gojo was out and about, probably on a mission with his students or out entertaining some woman. As she looked up at the blank wall, she wondered why Gojo would even agree to the marriage in the first place. It was beyond her. She couldn’t formulate a reason, especially when he was barely around. There were times Gojo when would come in, with a Miss Dior knock-off radiating off his silk shirts. In the rear moments, they were together in one room. She barely spoke to him—standing on the complete opposite of the living room—Y/N would steal slight glances at Gojo. But she couldn’t feel him out.

A sigh left her plump brown lips as she made her way out of their large bathroom. When her parents told her that she would be marrying Satoru Gojo, she felt a pit form in her stomach. With her family being a powerful Black sorcerer family and Y/N, herself, possessing the most powerful cursed technique in her family, she was almost destined to marry him or Naoya Zenin. Running hot water in the clawfoot tub, Y/N dropped one of her favorite bath bombs, which happened to be a wedding gift from Nanami—he was sweet to her, and the most sympathetic.

The smell of vanilla and tonka bean filled the spacious bathroom as she dipped into the steaming hot bath. A moan escaped her mouth once she was entirely in the water, “Y/N just go see another man.” Her best friends would say matter-of-factly when they spoke on the phone. She considered it many times, but somehow it never fell through. The guys she was supposed to meet with either suddenly canceled last minute or simply ghosted her, disappearing without a trace.

“Oh, you’re in here.” His voice startled her, “I was looking for you.” He continued while unbuttoning his light blue shirt. She eyed him intensely, her brown eyes burning into him as he peeled his pants off. Catching on to her worrisome gaze, Gojo chuckled, “What’s wrong?”

Y/N scoffed. He acted as if this was normal behavior, “What are you doing. Satoru?” A smirk formed on his lips when he heard his name roll off her tongue.

“What? I can’t bathe with my wife?”

My wife….She hated how it sounded coming from him. “I’m not your wife—just someone you happen to be married to.” She rolled her eyes before turning away from his now naked figure. “Don’t be a dick, Satoru.”

Soon she felt Gojo pushing his warm against her back, “Of course you’re my wife, don’t be like that.” He teased as he ran his soft hands over her brown skin.

“I’ve never met someone who lies as much as you do.” Y/N scoffed. Gojo let a playful chuckle as his hands traveled around her body. His fingers caressed her perky nipples as he bought her body closer to his. His growing erection pressed against her back. “Oh, what happened? You couldn’t find someone else to fuck?”

“Why would I? When I have such a needy wife here?” Gojo teased before pressing a kiss on her tender shoulder. “All those men you’ve been meeting with?—well—supposed too. They could have never satisfied you like I would.” Y/N felt her heart thumping against the cage of her chest. His voice was almost menacing.

“How? Gojo what did you do to them?” Y/N head snapped in his direction. His blue eyes were damn near looking into her soul.

“I got rid of them, I can’t have strange men randomly meeting with my wife.” His long fingers made their way to his wife’s aching cunt. “I promise you baby—once I taste this pussy. You’ll never call anyone else.”

“I-I w-wish that meant the same for you.” She retorted, trying her hardest to bite back the moans Gojo was causing. His long fingers toyed with her clit while his soft lips connected with her warm neck, “S-Satoru, please.” Y/N cooed as her thighs clenched.

“Don’t be shy honey, I wanna hear you. Just like how you moan when you’re in here playing this pretty pussy. I wanna hear that.” Gojo teased before sliding his slender fingers into her tight hole.

Arching her back off his wet chest, Y/N let out the sweetest moan he’d ever heard. “Please Gojo—please fuck me.”

His slow drags and the gentle circles over her clit made Y/N rock against his fingers, his slender digits hitting her spot continuously, “Gosh I wish I could eat your pussy right now.” She gripped Gojo’s wrist tightly as she threw the back of her against his shoulder. Soft mewls filled Gojo’s ear as she rolled her hips against his fingers. His hands were so experienced compared to the men she’d been with before. He bought something out of her no man could. Heat started to rise in Y/N’s body, making the hot water almost unbearable; her fingers gripped the rim of the tub, with Gojo curling his fingers just right. The way he massaged that sensitive patch of nerves made Y/N’s leg shake violently.

“Gojo please—I’m gonna—” Y/N whined. Her pussy spasmed around his long finger as he worked her orgasm out of her. Running his fingers from her swollen pussy lips to her plump bottom lip, her slick mixed with the soapy vanilla scented bubble bath lingered on her bottom lip.

“Bend over baby, I want you now.” Gojo grunted as he lifted her to her knees. Her chin gently tapped the head of the bronze vintage faucet, Gojo would never admit that he bought this tub just for her. Unable to resist, Gojo pressed a tender kiss into her wet clit. Immediately Y/N arches her back at the sensation, “Gosh, you’re so needy. I bet it’s been so long since you’ve been fucked.”

With one hand squeezing the flesh of her ass, Gojo slowly lined himself with her soaking entrance. “Oh, fuck Satoru—please.” She whined as she backed herself onto his curved dick. On the few occasions she’d seen Gojo’s dick, she could never get it out of her head; it was beautiful. About seven or so inches with the perfect girth that curved upright (surely that would be a treat), a slight mushroom tip that's a beautiful light pink color. And a small patch of pubes adorning the top of his thick member. The way he stretched her pussy sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re so perfect Gojo” Her sweet cries made his chest swell, and his head full of her sobs.

Gojo dragged his perfect dick against her gummy walls at a steady pace, his heavy balls continuously slapping against her swollen bud, her pussy juices leaking onto his cock and dripping into the bathwater below. Her pussy spasmed around his length as he pushed deeper into her, each stroke sending her over the rim of the tub. Bathwater splashed from behind her and onto the tiled floor. “Satoru, please. ‘s too much.” She sobbed causing Gojo to let out a light chuckle.

“Aww, it's too much for my poor wife? Maybe she should—hmm fuck y-es— have thought about that,” By now the top of half of her body was bent over the edge of the tub, her hands balled into a tight fist against the cold floor as Gojo maintained his deep and hard strokes. “This pussy belongs to me baby girl.”

Her silk press was definitely going to fucked up after this. Sounds of Y/N's sweet moans and soaking cunt filled the bathroom. Bringing his skilled fingers to her convulsing pussy, Gojo pressed hard circles into her clit. Her legs shaking violently against his strong thighs, “There you go honey, cum on this dick.” Gojo groaned deeply as he threw in his back, “this dick’s all ours baby.” Y/N could barely mutter a scream as she came hard on Gojo’s length, her pussy squirting onto his thighs.

Her babbles about how it was too much went ignored as he continued to toy with her clit. As if that wasn’t enough, Gojo slid his thumb into her puckered hole. “Oh! Satoru, p-please. that’s —” Gojo’s movement grew sloppier as he felt his orgasm building up.

“Fuck honey, your pussy is perfect, I can’t wai—” A throaty moan cut off anything else Gojo could say. His hot seed filled up her pussy as buried himself deeper with the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. Surely a baby would be next for them, Gojo hoped; the idea of seeing Y/N pregnant with his kid made his heart flutter. With chest flushed against her back, Gojo pressed sweet and soft kisses down her neck and shoulders.

“Such a sweet wife.” He remarks breathlessly.

* Art Link! *

Pairing: Bigby Wolf x Witch Fem ! Reader

Spoilers: None, but slight hints here and there

Words: A LOT.

CW: Smoking , Like W33D smoking , Foul Fucking Language , Rut Cycle (My take on horny werewolves) , Mini Strip Tease because why not , Crying , Biting , Growling , Painful Stretching , Pet Play , Master/Pet , Dom/Dom , Box Being Ate , Box Being Bruised haha , FDom/MDom

“A-Ah~! Damnit, easy boy, easy!”

(Wait- How’d we get here again..?)

How’d you end up bent over your desk, your crystals and tarot cards sprawled across the floor, skirt missing, hair untied- with a huge, hairy, yellow-eyed, beast, shoving his ridiculously fat cock inside you?

Let’s back track ;)