⌗ 𝓼atoru gojo coos you over the edge ! (˶˃𐃷˂˶) based off this (not a p!link), unprotected p in v, whipped!gojo, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweetheart, angel)
the sounds in the once quiet room are obscene— breathy moans, loud squelching with each precise thrust of gojo's hips, and the bed frame thunking against the wall.
he's so deep inside you, you feel him in your throat. all you can do is claw at his broad back desperately, leaving angry red marks in your wake. "toru– ohfuck--!" you're struggling to catch your breath, "s'too much!" his pace is unrelenting, so the least he can do is talk you through it.
"m'sorry, babygirl, i know" his breath fans over your skin as he coos at you so sweetly, a direct opposite to the way he's fucking into you. "s'big, huh?" he's practically cradling you, holding you so close to his chest that you feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm against yours.
he pulls your face from hiding in the crook of his neck all to press gentle, reverent kisses over your flushed skin. "my precious girl," he praises, "doin' so good for me, my perfect baby" he moans softly when he feels your pussy flutter around him at his sweet words.
"there you go, you like that?" his voice isn't teasing in the slightest, all genuine loving words, all reserved for you.
that familiar heat is growing low in your belly, his cock hitting your g-spot only intensifying the pressure. "m'close– g'na make me cum--" you manage to breathe out some resemblance of a sentence, through his overwhelming affection and each word coming out as a moan, talking proves to be a bit difficult.
"yeah?" his voice is low and smooth, "y'can't help it, i know sweetheart," he rubs your arm tenderly, "gonna help you, okay? can i do that baby?" you can tell just how enamored he is by you, speaking to you and loving on you like you're the only person in the world, gazing at you like you hung the stars just for him.
you nod dumbly, not caring to ask what he means with how fucked-out you are, brain a pile of mush. before you can compute, he snakes his hand down between the two of you and finds your puffy folds, spreading them. you gasp, hands squeezing at his biceps. "s'okay" he reassures you, thumb finding your sensitive clit and rubbing tight circles on the bud.
it's enough to make you cry out in pleasure, enough to make you gush around his cock. gojo groans at the feeling, watching your expression in pure awe. "i know, baby" his pace never falters, so close to the edge himself. "there you go, let it all out–" his balls tighten up as he hits his peak, still holding you close, wanting there to be no space between the two of you. he fucks into you a few last times while spilling his warm release deep inside of you, a heady feeling.
he nearly pants, not bothering to pull out when he flops down beside you and pulls you to lay on his chest. you're worn out, and thoroughly satisfied. "did so good, sweet girl" he's smiling, cooing at you and scratching your back soothingly. you simply hum in response, words failing you.
he lets out a chuckle, "my sleepy angel..." his cheesy words could make you laugh if you weren't so spent, so you settle on curling into the comfort of him further, letting him pamper you with his voice.
as you both doze off, you swear you can hear him whisper a little "love you", and you know he means it. because you're all his, and he's all yours.
You’re bouncing on his cock, hips slamming down hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the bedroom, when Satoru lets out a broken, muffled sound.
“Mmmfgh-!”
His head is thrown back against the pillow, snowy hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes rolled halfway up in pure bliss. Your worn black panties are stuffed between his lips, the crotch pressed right against his tongue so your scent and taste flood his senses with every desperate inhale. He’s lost every ounce of composure, he's a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you.
It had started barely twenty minutes ago in the laundry room.
You’d walked in absentmindedly, only to freeze at the sight of Satoru hunched over the hamper, face buried in the same pair of your dirty panties he’s gagging on now. His blindfold was pushed up, cheeks tinted prettily, cock rock-hard and twitching visibly in his sweatpants as he inhaled you like he’d die without it. He’d startled when he saw you, pulling the fabric away with a quick, surprised blink of those striking eyes.
“Well… fuck,” he’d said, a low chuckle slipping out even as his cheeks stayed faintly warm.
“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon...”
You’d felt your own face burn, surprised and a little embarrassed by the scene before you. Instead of scolding him, you’d stepped closer, plucked the panties from his fingers and dragged him to your shared bedroom.
Now he’s paying for it in the best way. You brace both hands on his broad chest, nails digging into pale skin and ride him harder, lifting until just the fat head of his cock stretches your pussy, then slamming back down, again and again.
His muffled moans vibrate against the fabric in his mouth, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His hands clutch the headboard above him exactly like you ordered, knuckles white, veins standing out on his forearms as he fights the urge to grab your hips and fuck up into you.
“Such a needy boy, sniffing my dirty panties like a pervert.”
He whines loudly around the gag, hips jerking helplessly beneath you. His cock throbs violently inside your clenching heat. You don’t let up, grinding in tight, nasty circles that rub your clit perfectly against his base while your walls squeeze him tightly.
His whole body suddenly goes rigid. A desperate cry tears from his throat, muffled by your panties, as he starts to squirt, hot clear fluid floods deep into your pussy. It’s filthy, warm and slippery, leaking out around his shaft with every frantic twitch of his hips. He shakes hard through every spurt, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, moaning as he’s completely lost in the pleasure.
You keep grinding on his cock, hips rolling desperately as the warm, messy load he squirted inside you pushes you right over the edge. Your pussy clenches hard around him, thighs shaking as you cum with a soft moan, slick gushing out to mix with his own fluids and dripping down his balls on the sheets.
Panting, you slow down and gently pull the soaked panties from his mouth. He gasps for air, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny. You brush damp white hair from his forehead, still seated on his spent cock.
“You knew I was coming,” you murmur, watching his face. “You let me catch you on purpose.”
Satoru meets your gaze, still flushed and breathing hard. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his swollen lips.
“Yeah… I knew,” he admits, voice rough but smug.
“Wanted you to walk in on me like that. Wanted you to take over and fuck me stupid.” He lets out a low, breathless chuckle.
Smiling, you lean down and kiss him.
“You're so dirty...” you whisper. He shivers under you, that smirk still on his lips as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.
fucking Satoru was always so fun. he put you in positions you've never heard of but you're always so incredibly down. you're the girl who doesn't talk to anyone, only focusing on your studies and he's the complete opposite. A total cliche.
out of all the positions you've tried with him, your favorite had to be 69. it felt like a competition, seeing who can make the other react more and you don't like to lose.
you're lying on top of him; mouth bobbing on his cock like no tomorrow. you're drooling on him; saliva dripping everywhere. you never forget to moan on his cock, that always gets him.
too bad for you, he doesn't like losing either. he's making out with your clit, two fingers inside you. his tongue and fingers working hard to make you come.
he knows your weak spots and abuses them. for some reason, it feels incredible today. don't get me wrong, he always does a good job, but it feels like you're under a spell today.
his cock slips out of your mouth; unable to contain your moans.
"a-ah fuck, 'toru." you cry.
"poor baby. you're giving up already? we just started." you feel his lips turn into a pout against your pussy.
you try your best to continue but you can't; his fingers and mouth feel heavenly. your head goes limp against his thigh. your mouth slightly held ajar, drool still escaping your mouth.
"c'mon, baby. you don't wanna make me feel good?"
you're suddenly flipped onto your back with Satoru between your legs. he continues to abuse your clit; working to get you closer and closer. it's too much; he's pushing you to the edge. you try to close your legs to take a break but it's no use. he slaps your clit; a warning.
"first, you give up, now you wanna escape? bad girl." he tuts.
he's so mean. so, so mean.
"i-im c-cumming. p-please, 'toru." you're unsure what you're begging for but it feels right to say.
"come for me, baby. yeaaah, that's right. all over me, honey." his hand moves to your clit, swiping left and right rapidly. you unravel against his touch; body shaking with pleasure.
you feel his entire body collapse on yours. his thumb slowly rubbing your swollen pussy. he lightly kisses your cheeks, your neck and behind your ears.
"we're 5-3 with you in the lead. i'll catch up to you, watch."
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there was a fucking moth flying around my room while i was making this. moth, this was for u <3
𝜗ৎ author's note: i'm back with another oneshot... this time it's gojo! personally i think he's a boob guy so here we are. if it's ooc, sorry! this was a little self indulgent, but aren't all x reader fics? this is a short one. anyways, bone apple teeth ♡
𝜗ৎ warnings: nsfw, smut, oneshot, no use of y/n, handjobs, subby gojo, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, crying, pet names
𝜗ৎ summary: satoru comes home from a mission exhausted, but you have other plans and missed him a little too much.
wc: 1.5k
It’s around two in the morning when Satoru finally returns home from a grueling day of exorcising curses. He makes his way to your shared penthouse apartment, which he casually bought for both of you guys much to your surprise. You were definitely not aware of it until the keys were in your hands and you stepped foot into the place.
He carefully walks into the apartment, making sure to quietly take his shoes and blindfold off. Running a hand through his hair, he finally felt like he could breathe, even if it was just for a couple of hours. He trudges to your bedroom and peeks in to see you asleep under the covers. Satoru’s shoulders relax after seeing you so peaceful. He quietly pads into the room and pulls off his clothes from the day before sliding under the covers in just his boxers. The sound of rustling clothes and the shifting weight on the bed cause you to stir awake.
“Toru?” you mumble languidly while shifting closer to him.
“Yeah, it’s me, baby," he murmurs, snaking an arm under your waist and pulling you toward him.
After a long day like this, there’s nothing more he wants than to just be close to you. Your cheek rests against his bare chest and the warmth bleeds into him. He leans down to breathe in the scent of your hair. Tilting your head up, you lazily press your lips against his neck and jaw. You make your way up to his lips. He hums and kisses you back slowly.
“Missed you," you mumble against his lips, shamelessly letting your hand run over his chest and abs.
He lets out a soft sigh at the feeling of your warm hand traveling over him. Usually, he’d be the one to wake up in the middle of the night feeling needy (it’s happened before), but you were especially missing him all day today. You push your tongue past his lips and lazily let it slide against his own. His hand squeezes your waist, but you suddenly pull away, to which he chases your mouth. You sit up against the headboard, definitely awake now. He gazes up at you in confusion, his white brows furrowing and his pink lips, now glistening from saliva, in a slight pout.
“Hey…” he whines, moving to rest his head in your lap.
You chuckle and run your fingers through his hair. “How was today?”
“Tiring, like always," he sighs.
“Do you want to sleep…”
“Of course—" He shudders as he feels your hand trailing down his abs and stopping right at the waistband of his boxers where a sliver of white hair peeks out.
“Or are you up to it?” you whisper, letting your hand graze over his hardening boxer-clad length.
“Missed me that much?” He huffs with a slight grin, ever so arrogant.
“Looks like you are," you crowed, giving his hair a tug with your other hand, to which he promptly let out a whimper.
Even if he was usually in charge, he always liked it when you got rough, whether it was tugging at his hair while he ate you out or clawing at his back as he thrust deep into you. You tug down his boxers just enough to let his length spring out, and he sighs at the relief of pressure. You wrap your hand around the base, and he leans his head back with a groan.
“Let me do it tonight… I know you’ve had a long day," you coo, stroking his cock with an agonizingly slow pace.
“I didn’t even think you’d be awake—Oh." He groans as your thumb swipes over his leaky, pink tip.
You continue at your slow pace until his hips are bucking up into your hand. Only then do you begin to stroke slightly faster than before, but it still isn’t enough to give him relief. You know he’s especially sensitive since he isn’t wearing his blindfold, letting him experience all of his senses much more intensely.
“C’mon, y-you’re doing that on purpose," he pants, now trying to keep his hips still as if it’d sway you to stop teasing him.
“Doing what?” You feign obliviousness and move your hand to wrap around his tip.
You keep your strokes confined to his leaking tip, smearing the pre over it and your hand. The wet squelches are filthy and amplified in the quietness of the night. Just the sight of him being desperate but trying to act like he’s not is enough to have you feeling that familiar warmth creep up your neck and down in your abdomen.
He moans and buries his face into your chest. “Fuck, baby…”
His groans are muffled into your chest as you continue to focus on his tip before finally moving your hand down to the rest of his neglected length. You set a steady pace now and bite your lip at the moans you’re pulling out of him until he pushes a hand underneath your sleep shirt. You gasp as he pushes your top up to expose your bare chest and nipples. He reaches out and grabs your breast, kneading the soft flesh and letting his thumb brush over your nipple.
You weren’t expecting him to do this, but then again he always had a thing for tits. He was always fondling them when spooning or pinching your nipples when he was sitting behind you and fingering you while watching a movie or sucking on them when he fucked you in missionary. As if on cue, he circled your other nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it all while you continued to pump your hand around his cock.
“Fuck, look at you. Good boy," you pant as the sounds of the wet squelching of precum around his cock fill the room.
His hips buck up in response, and even more pre leaks out of his pink tip. He whimpers around your nipple, and the vibration goes straight to your pulsing cunt. He always loved getting praised. Sometimes you thought he did certain things just to hear you tell him he did a good job, but he especially loved it during sex. You stroked him faster and let your thumb focus on his leaking tip. Every pass of your thumb had him groaning and whimpering against your nipple and pinching the other one. You were letting out your own whimpers at that.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” You nod as you continue to pump his cock.
You could tell he was getting close from the way his hips were bucking into your fist and how his sucking became more like drooling around your nipple.
“Mm- Fuck— ‘m gonna cum. Please, baby,” he whimpers against your breast.
He couldn’t help the way he was thrusting into your fist now. His hand on your chest left to grip your bicep as he looked up at your face with his mouth still smushed against your tit.
“Yeah? Cum for me," you say, gazing into his eyes as you squeeze his cock tighter and continue at your pace.
He groans and his blue eyes slightly roll back as his hips twitch into your hand. Ropes of white spurt out against your hand and against his abs and chest. You slow your strokes to let him ride out his orgasm. He pants as he lets his head fall back into your lap, thinking it’s over.
Suddenly, your hand begins stroking his sensitive tip again and smearing his cum.
“W-wait, fuck! I just—hah!" he huffs, gripping the sheets beneath him and your arm.
His hips are squirming from the overwhelming pleasure, nearly ticklish feeling, he’s experiencing at your hands. He lets out a small laugh at the sensation of it all, and his lack of blindfold is making him feel it tenfold. Despite his reactions, you don’t stop. Seeing him flushed all the way from the tips of his ears to his blushing tip sends a thrill through you. The strongest was at your hands, whimpering and letting you fuck him into hypersensitivity. As you continue to torment his oversensitive cock, you can see drool dripping down the side of his face and tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
“Please! I’m sorry— sh-shit!— pleasepleaseplease-” he’s babbling from the overwhelming sensations assaulting his nerves.
He doesn’t even know what he would be sorry for, but he’s trying to appease you to get any sort of relief from your hand, yet at the same time he’s begging and he doesn’t even know whether it’s for you to stop or keep going. Once you see his tears spill over, you decide to relent and slow your hand to a stop. He lays limp in your lap, panting and shuddering.
“You okay, Toru?” you chuckle, feeling no remorse at all. It was payback for all the times he had teased you until you couldn’t take it.
“You’re so mean…” he wheezes. He pouts at the fact you clearly don’t feel bad and a little at the fact you stopped.
Satoru Gojo had never looked prettier than when he was all fucked out: his face flushed, tears streaking his face, drool on his cheek, and lips pouting. You smile and wipe the tears with your thumb before leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose, and then his cheeks, and then finally his lips.
𝜗ৎ author's note: how was this?? idk i like a bit of bratty gojo i fear... hope you enjoyed! ♡
erm if it's okay, can I request a minific where the reader leaves dazai with a hard on. I just want him to be cockblocked. He deserves it.
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⌯⌲ deserves it???!!! is this for convincing reader to let him flirt in the club? i guess i do give him special treatment, i’ll be mean to him today.
You love revenge. Especially when getting it on Dazai because he never suspects it, nor expects it, to come from you. You love your boyfriend, you really do with your whole entire heart and soul, and you’d do absolutely anything in the world for him just so he’d be happy — but he can be so fucking annoying sometimes to a point it drives you absolutely insane. Like hair pulling straight from the root, teeth grinding, eye twitching insanity. The worst part is: he’s doing it on purpose. He is the number one master rage baiter that makes you fall for it every. Single. Time.
His most recent offense: blabbing to your parents, who are dying to be grandparents, about your recent pregnancy scare — something he knows they really want and you two don’t… at least not right now. He did it because he thinks it’s so funny that your parents are basically encouraging you two ‘to hump like bunnies’ until a kid pops out. You are well aware that he loves nothing more than being told he can have sex with you however often he wants, and being encouraged by your parents is honestly just the icing on the cake to encourage him further since he’s such a sick freak.
You’ve been brewing ideas in your head ever since, letting them swirl around in your irritated mind, trying to think of something that would get him back. With every text you receive from your mom or dad talking about ‘are you pregnant yet’ comes more agitation and animosity. You love him, but boy, he screwed up big time this go around.
Your finger taps lightly on your arm, sitting on the couch while waiting for him to come home, when an idea hits you. Amongst your messages, Dazai had been sending some rather… obvious hints that he’s been daydreaming about you, as well as how badly he wants to get his hands on you when he gets home. However, alongside those messages, you’re still being hounded by your parents, so the mood is absolutely shot. But... he doesn't need to know that. Hands push you off the couch, sending him a quick, vague message about meeting you in the bedroom, before heading there to begin setting up for the only thing you can think of to be vile enough to make him regret opening his big mouth.
Dazai can't get home fast enough, practically running through the streets to get to you, previously so close to hiding in the bathroom at work to rub one out from how terribly horny he'd been all day, and your last text telling him to head directly to your shared room was enough to make his brain crack. He is standing at the front door, catching his breath, raking his fingers through his hair and readjusting his clothes, doing his best to touch himself up so it isn't totally noticeable that he's desperate. He inhales, hand on the knob, then pushes through, peeking around to make sure you aren't playing any tricks on him, just to hear soft music playing. Drifting through the air to his ears, catching his attention to crane his neck in the direction of the hallway, and his interest has piqued. Music's new.
He shuffles along the floor, shrugging articles of his clothes off to toss to the side, loosening his tie, and tries not tread too enthusiastically toward the door. It's cracked when he reaches it, carefully pushing it open and sneaking a peek in your direction: you're lounging on the mattress, back to him, wearing one of his shirts with a pair of underwear he loves seeing you in and some knee-high socks. You don't necessarily ever have to dress up or a certain way for him to swoon over you, but after the hormonal mess he's been trapped in all day, this is quite the sight to come home to. Your fingers leisurely flick a magazine page pretending to read it, and his darkened gaze rakes up and down, not getting enough, and he's already getting hard.
Carefully, quietly, he steps over to the bed, climbing onto the mattress that dips with each movement, and his lips have already found your neck as his fingers gingerly slip under your socks to feel your soft skin. "Aren't you the cutest thing I've ever seen?" He whispers, nipping at your ear while leaning on his elbow to wrap his other hand around to your stomach. You hum, flipping another page, legs moving slowly, allowing him to see the fat of your thigh spill out some over the elastic, and you can hear the tremor in his breath. Along with his hard-on against your back. "You look absolutely gorgeous." He murmurs, large, bandaged palm cupping at the skin, nails lightly digging into it, and his hips move on their own. Your eyes widen momentarily, his kisses he resumed placing up and down your neck have gotten sloppier, his teeth grazing and tongue dropping spit on you, and you have a fleeting though that maybe today isn't the best day for this. Especially when you might be a little into it.
"Did you miss me?" You snap out of it, asking him sweetly, slipping your fingers up through his hair, and he actually whimpers. I haven't heard that before. Teeth sink down into your lip as his begin to gnaw at your shoulder, his hips continuing to roll into your ass, and he nods.
"No idea how much I need you," he whispers, hand fumbling to undo his belt and pants button, trying to shimmy out of them while maintaining a stronghold on you, sucking harshly at the nape while your eyes squeeze shut from the sudden, blissful pain. "Need to taste you. Need your mouth." He rambles, eyes glazing over as he watches you roll over to be on top of him, trembling fingers helping brush your hair back to pull you closer, wanting a kiss — but you deny him with a sly smirk on your beautiful lips. "Don't play games with me." He rasps, fingertips lightly clawing into your scalp, and your body lowers itself to sit on his erection, feeling it twitch upward into your clothed lips, and he swallows.
"Say please?"
"No," his tone is dropped, and you're definitely second guessing this. I have to be strong, but one little kiss won't hurt. You roll your eyes with a smile, leaning down to grant his exceptionally greedy mouth with yours, a messy and needy kiss, his teeth gnashing at yours when he attempts biting and sucking on your lower lip, and a small moan escapes at the feeling. His hands glide down to grab handfuls of your ass, trying to force your hips to move against his, and he whines when you fight against him by staying still. Making his raise and buck to create some sort of friction. "Dammit!" He sounds like he's about to cry, his head falling back on the pillow, fingers tightly gripping your panties, and you stare for a moment in awe at him: his cheeks are beyond flushed, lips parted as he pants, eyes screwed shut, and there's remnants of cute little whimpers and whines coming out at your neglecting him. "Fine! Fuck, please, please, please, please kiss me! Do something! Please!" He exclaims, his dick still rubbing against your gradually soaking underwear, and you simply giggle.
"Awh, my poor Osa~," you teasingly croon, pecking his lips as your hands trail down his arms, fingertips tracing along the gauze, taking in its roughed fabric, before gently grasping his wrists to help guide away from your body. You distract him with more kisses and a few, generous rolls of your hips, giving him only a bit of relief, enough to calm him. To tame him. Slowly, cautiously, you bring his arms up above his head, planting wet kiss after wet kiss down his neck, the bandages unraveling, keeping his apparently mad mind at bay and preoccupied with what he wants long enough to allow you to continue with whatever you're doing. His chest heaves under yours, muscles and tension relaxing, features easing, and he is too far gone to hear the small, quiet clinking of handcuffs moving around in your free hand.
In one swift movement, you're able to get his wrists shackled to the headboard, and his eyes snap open to look up at your smug expression, and he's suddenly confused. Aroused, but confused. He jerks them forward, but they're harshly stopped by the post, and his brow arches. I don't have a pin on me... You laugh at him, covering your mouth, and that's when he senses something is wrong. "Are... Are we wanting to try something different?" He attempts, speaking slowly, then jerks his wrists again to no avail, biting down on his back teeth. "Would have preferred a little warning that you wanted to take a stab at topping me, but I guess I can play along." He grits, wearing a tight smile, and now visibly starting to struggle. You bat your lashes, doing a couple more back and forths on his dick, lovingly grinding down on him, and a huff of air pulls out of his mouth. Another laugh rips from you, and his patience is wearing thin, alongside his ego that you bested him when he was in his most vulnerable state.
"Hmm..." You pretend to think, eyes rolling upward, movements still going, and going, and going... Until you stop. Then climb off of him. And stand there with a cute smile on your face, hands folded behind your back and do another few reps of eyelash fluttering toward him. He stares at you, jaw flexing, eyes wide and wild, still struggling against the metal cuffs, and your tongue pokes out between your teeth. "I'm not in the mood." You state, blunt, and his lips are twitching upward, hiding the deranged grin that is wanting to peek through, and flip some of your hair over your shoulder.
"That's not very nice," his voice is shaky, usually something that would startle you into a bout of horny fear, but you simply shrug.
"I mean, I am a bitch," you glance toward his crotch, seeing his boxers are still on, his lower half wriggling around, and you might as well make this worse for him. "Oh, almost forgot." You reach over and pull apart the small opening in his undies then carefully set his dick free, to stand straight up in the air instead of the confines of the fabric, and his breathing is labored from his growing frustration. "There! Have fun~!" You wiggle your fingers in his direction, and stares you down.
"You're dead when I get myself out of here," he threatens, another octave dropped, and a pulse jumps between your legs, but you only tilt your head in response.
"I guess I'll just cross that bridge when I get there, won't I?" You dare to lean down closer to his face, a triumphant and slightly evil smirk forms, and you lower down to a soft whisper. "Want me to stay in this outfit and run around like a frightened girl in a horror movie when you are free?" You catch in the corner of your eye his dick jumping at that, only fueling your dangerous fire.
He hesitates, hands in fists, knuckles white, jerking his arms to the point of the metal biting into his wrists, but there is absolutely no give in the cuffs you used on him. "Yes please." He murmurs.
"Great! I'll let you sit in here to think about that then. Bye!" You straighten up and quickly run out of the bedroom door, closing and locking it behind you, and he aggressively starts fighting with the cuffs, not caring if he has to break the headboard to get himself free and find the key. Or a bobby pin.
"Fuckin' brat."
haha~
- ghxst
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꣑ৎ fighting with satoru leads to him forcing you to ride him
The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon.
“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy.
It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it.
“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple.
His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”
“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”
“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.”
But you were.
You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you.
“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.”
“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over.
Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.”
You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?”
Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to.
You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?”
Well, yes.
But you were not going to admit that so easily.
“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench.
“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up.
“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?”
Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched.
A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better.
“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.”
And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off.
“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react.
Nothing was working.
Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups.
You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.”
White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.”
You nodded, placing your lips on his, finally receiving the kiss you needed.
helloo! i hope you’re having a wonderful day today! i was wondering if you can write dazai x fem reader who has issues with her mental health to the point she creates an imaginary world to escape reality! obviously she’s very secretive about it and tries not to show it in public but whenever she’s alone she gets to roam around and imagine how her own world looks like even though her imagination feel childish and dazai obviously notices and knows how insecure she is that she hates when people call her childish for that and wants to change to fit in but cannot IF THAT MAKES SENSE! i thought maybe this could be comfort or fluff or angst BUT U CAN MAKE IT WHATEVER FITS THE MOST!
please take care of yourself and dont push yourself too hard! good luck!
sure!!
dazai osamu:
𓂃⋆.˚ for the longest time, dazai can’t figure out where you keep disappearing to. physically, you’re still sitting beside him. you’ll be reading on the couch, walking home together or waiting for a train, but every now and then your eyes soften in a way he recognizes immediately. your attention drifts somewhere he can’t follow. sometimes it only lasts a few seconds. other times he has to say your name twice before you blink and quietly apologize, as though you’ve just come back from somewhere very far away.
𓂃⋆.˚ eventually, he notices other things. whenever life becomes especially overwhelming, those moments happen more often. after particularly stressful days, you’ll lock yourself in your room for hours. when he asks what you did all afternoon, you always answer with something simple.
“just rested.”
he knows there’s more to it. he just waits for you to tell him.
𓂃⋆.˚ the truth comes out completely by accident. one evening you’re half asleep after a long day, curled up against him on the sofa. you start mumbling quietly to yourself before you realize he’s still awake.
“…the flowers are blue there.”
he looks down.
“where?”
your entire body goes rigid. you’ve never answered that question out loud before.
“…nowhere. forget i said anything.”
you immediately try to change the subject, but dazai gently catches your wrist before you can stand up just to let you know he’s still there.
“you don’t have to tell me. only if you want to.”
that’s what finally breaks you, because everyone else who’s ever found out has laughed first and asked questions second.
you expect the same thing now. instead, you find yourself quietly explaining a world you’ve carried around inside your head for years.
a place with impossible skies. forests that glow after rain. little streets you’ve memorized better than your own neighborhood. people who only exist because your mind created them when reality became too difficult to stay in.
by the time you’ve finished, you’re staring at the floor. “i know. it’s childish.”
he answers so quickly that you almost don’t process it. “no.”
you look up.
“it’s lonely. actually.” that sentence hits much harder because he doesn’t sound judgmental. he sounds… sad.
he reaches over and absentmindedly brushes a strand of hair away from your face.
“…you built yourself somewhere safe. people don’t usually do that unless reality gave them a reason.”
𓂃⋆.˚ he never asks you to stop imagining. i genuinely don’t think he would.
imagination isn’t the problem. what worries him is how guilty you feel about it.
𓂃⋆.˚ you’ll apologize every time you accidentally mention your world.
“oh… sorry. that sounded weird.”
he’ll tilt his head. “did it? i’ve heard much stranger things.”
“from people?”
“from myself.”
𓂃⋆.˚ after a while, you start telling him little pieces. never everything but just enough.
𓂃⋆.˚ you’ll be walking together and suddenly say, “there’s a bridge in my world that sings whenever it’s windy.”
he’ll smile.
“does it? what does it sound like?”
he asks exactly the same way someone else might ask about your hometown. because to you it almost is one.
𓂃⋆.˚ one afternoon, he finds you crying after someone at work casually laughed because you’d gotten distracted again.
“you’re so childish.”
“you need to grow up.”
they probably forgot saying it before the day was over. but of course you didn’t, those words hurt.
when dazai gets home, you’re trying so hard to pretend you’re fine that it almost hurts to watch.
“they’re right.” you mumble. “everyone else grew out of pretending. i didn’t.” dazai is quiet for a long moment.
“do you know what i think?”
you shake your head.
“i think the world has spent a very long time convincing people that surviving should look the same for everyone. for some people, surviving meant becoming stronger. for some people, it meant becoming colder. for you…”
he gently squeezes your hand.
“…it meant planting flowers or creating magical forests where nobody else could see them. i don’t think that’s something to be ashamed of.”
𓂃⋆.˚ there are still days when your imaginary world pulls at you so strongly that reality feels unbearably dull by comparison.
he’ll notice, of course, because he knows you.
instead of telling you to “come back to reality,” he’ll quietly ask, “walk with me?”
sometimes you’ll end up wandering through a park. sometimes along the river. sometimes nowhere in particular. eventually he’ll point toward the evening sky.
“look. those clouds almost look painted today.”
𓂃⋆.˚ another time it’ll be sunlight filtering through leaves. rain making circles across a puddle. an orange cat asleep in a bookstore window.
little things, really, because he’s never trying to prove your imaginary world isn’t beautiful. he’s only trying to remind you that this one occasionally is, too. which means he’s putting a lot of effort himself.
𓂃⋆.˚ months later, while the two of you are lying together on the couch, you quietly ask the question you’ve been terrified to say out loud.
“do you think i’m childish?”
he thinks about it, genuinely, then he smiles.
“no. i think you have a heart that refused to become ordinary. those aren’t the same thing. you’re different. but why would you ever choose to be ordinary like everyone else?”
you look at him for a long moment. “what if i never stop imagining?”
he reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours.
“…then i hope…every now and then…you’ll come back and tell me what the flowers look like.”
because dazai never wanted to take that world away from you, he only wanted to make sure that eventually, little by little, this world started feeling safe enough that you didn’t always need to run from it.
Warnings: nsfw, mdni, porn/no plot, sub!Dazai, dom!reader, established relationship, bondage, swearing, pet names, edging, orgasm denial/ruined, vibrator, oral (m!recieving), hand job, begging, nipple play, slight choking, dazai cries, humiliation, mean reader, sorry if I'm forgetting anything.
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"Mmhf!"
"Aw, what was that? Come again, my love."
He whimpered louder when your delicately manicured nails pinched his nipple, twisting them to the point where he couldn't figure out pleasure from pain. The hitachi was pressed against his clothed crotch, not moving once in that agonizingly slow setting that was enough to have him squirming, but never pushing over the edge.
He laid there helplessly. Hands tied behind his back, the rope was attached to the one that wrapped around his thighs, leaving him spread open for you and your mean hands with no form of escape. The first couple of buttons of his shirt were open, exposing smooth milky skin and pink nipples that were slowly turning red and swollen because you just refused to let up, enjoying how much he shuddered even with the gentlest caress.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" You moved the vibrator to the clothed tip, and his legs jerked, a muffled cry bouncing off the walls.
He's lost track of time now. Minutes or hours, he doesn't know anymore. He can't think. The blindfold made him all the more sensetive, and the gag made his brain foggy. All he can do is whine and take it.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you. He was a womanizer, you knew that much. It's how he went by, how his clever brain always came on top because he knew ways, many ways, to get what he wanted. You already accepted it. But if he was going to flirt with the cafe lady for no fucking reason other than to piss you off, then he must've also thought about what would come after he's actually pissed you off.
"Fucking whore," you twisted his nipple between your fingers, and his back made the most beautiful arch, pretty muffled noises never stopping.
You could see little wet spot on the blindfold, right on the corner of his eyes. You would feel bad if he wasn't moaning like porn star, back arching to chase your hand as his trembling thighs spread more. He was grinding against the vibrator, he was fucking enjoying this.
You leaned down, taking one flushed nipple in your mouth as you bit down on it, while your hand still fondled with the other one, increasing the vibrations on his crotch just a tad bit.
"Mfh!" He jolted, thrashing around against the soft mattress of the bed. Your hand moved to hold him down by his hip as your mouth abused his nipple, sucking so hard he was certain something would come out.
His thighs trembled around your hand, whines growing as he jerked and trembled with each lick of your hot tongue. So much for the gag if it wasn't enough to shut him up. You pulled back, pulling the gag away as well. He panted before loud moans erupted from his chest as he threw his head back.
"Mnn b-baby...fuck!" His voices died down in a weak whimper, spit glistening his lips in the prettiest gloss.
"You never shut up, do you?" Your hand found his neck, firmly gripping it that was just enough to make his breath hitch a little.
"Please..." He managed to choke out.
"Aw, is it too much?" You cooed, now moving the vibrator up and down his clothed dick as your thumb caressed his bottom lip.
He let out a small cry, nodding. His tongue darted out to lick the pad of your thumb, his dick felt like it was on fire with the constant stimulation and no release. He desperately squirmed for something more, and his cheeks turned and even brighter shade of red then they already were when he heard your mocking chuckle.
"Should've thought about that before you decided to be a smartass, hm?"
You pulled the vibrator away entirely, leaving him panting and aching for more. He tensed up a little when you started unzipping his pants. Your warm fingers brushed against his abdomen, contrasting almost borderline uncomfortable with the cold metal of the zip, making him shiver.
"For someone so sensitive, you sure have the nerve knowing it'll have consequences." You spoke, warm breath ghosting over his twitching nipple.
"Y-you just give the most adorable reactions..." He mumbled, that infuriating cocky smirk now forming on his face once again. Like he was in any position to do so. Like he wasn't tied up and completely at your mercy right now.
You glared up at him, and for a moment there was silence. His heart was hammering against his chest, both anticipation and panic rising at your sudden withdrawal.
"Bella- ah!"
He practically screamed when your hot, sticky mouth wrapped around his entire length. He had no time to react. He was a moaning, blabbering mess as you roughly sucked him off, head moving up and down so fast like you hated him. The suction as your cheeks hollowed out sucked the soul out of him.
"Shitshitshit!" He tired to squirm away. It was overwhelming, but you held him in place.
You arms wrapped around his thighs that trembled violently, threating to close. But the ropes held them apart, shaking miserably around your head. You didn't know what he was blabbering around, but it was something along the lines of "please!" and cries from the overwhelming sensation on his poor neglected cock.
Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the wet spots on the blindfold grew. His back arched and you could feel him tense up. His noises grew desperate, hips bucking up to fuck into your mouth to the best of his attempt and the worst of his self control. He was so close, right on the edge. And for a moment he thought you'd push him over, let him have it because you continued for half a second longer.
But to his demise, the moment that sweet moan escaped him, one that always came with release, you pulled back, leaving his cock twitching and aching, whines and cries echoing in the room.
"Shh," you gulped down the pre-cum that was profusely leaking form the angry red tip, hands gently cradling his balls. "Do you want the neighbours to know what a slut you are?"
You leaned down, silencing his cries with a harsh kiss, tongue traveling into his mouth. He shuddered when he tasted himself on you, mixed with your unique sweet taste that had his mouth go numb.
"You're so mean..." He mumbled when you pulled back slightly, smirking against his lips.
"Coming from the devil himself, it sounds like a compliment."
And if he wasn't so horny, wasn't so fucking painfully desperate down there, he'd chuckle as well. Yet, his dick was still stiff, twitching as it was once again exposed to the cool air. The cold breeze was enough to make him twitch, letting out small whimpers that quickly turned into a hiss once you're warm hand wrapped around his length.
"Oh..." He mewled, head thrown back as his hips bucked into your hand. "Mnn, p-please..."
Your lips traveled down to bite and suck at his neck, leaving marks that would for sure show even through the bandages. He could feel your smirk against his skin, it was humiliating. The slow up and downs of your hand on his hard cock, so gentle and delicate, had him trembling underneath you. His moans would grow more desperate whenever your thumb traced the slit, wet and slippery as the tip flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Your hand was covered in pre-cum, no friction between you and him at all. But you never picked up the maddeningly slow pace. Always keeping it nice and slow, patience was a virtue after all, right? Your other hand fondled his puffy nipple once again, warm breath tickling his ear, and you could feel him shiver after each gentle caress, each stroke, each puff of air making him go insane.
It didn't take him long to reach the edge again for the nth time. Though he has no hopes, he's grown greedy, addicted to your mean game, addicted to that feeling right when he's about to tip over. The sweet release has always been right there, his thighs trembled just thinking about it, unfiltered wanton moans coming from his sweet, spit stained lips.
"'M so- fuh- close..." He whimpered. "Please baby..." He let out a small cry, voice so unlike him, so small and desperate that had you all sticky and soaking.
"It's okay." You placed a kiss right under his ear. "Go on." Your hand stopped, still curved around his cock.
He whined, hips shaking as he thrusted upward into your hand desperately, chasing that tight coil in his stomach that was so ready to break. With a couple more messy and uncoordinated thrusts, his moans grew breathy, thighs struggled against the restraints as they tensed up, and just as he tipped over, you pulled your hand away with that cruel smirk.
"Nonono-" his voice died out in a choked cry, trembling as his orgasam hit him hard after being on edge for so long. But the sensation quickly faded away. He only felt his toes go numb, tremors running through his body from an orgasm he couldn't even feel. Only a small string of cum leaked from his still hard cock, and he cried as he humped the air in search for your hand to find some sort of relief.
He could hear you laugh menacingly, your hand moving to remove the blindfold, revealing pretty brown eyes and long lashes shining with tears that now ran down the side of his face.
"What wrong?" You tsked, tilting your head with that same mocking smirk he always gave you. "You came, didn't you?" Your thumb wiped the tears away, but more quickly followed as he whimpered, his lower half still trembling. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
He pouted, actually pouted, hips moving closer to slowly grind his painfully hard length against your thigh, a drunk red flush across his cheeks.
"Why'd you stop?" He whined.
Your smirk grew. "I said you could come, I didn't say it would feel nice."
His voice grew into small high pitched pants, spreading pre-cum over your thighs, messing up the shorts he bought because they made your ass look good.
"Haven't you had enough?" He grumbled.
"Enough?" You hands moved, one grabbed the wand again, and the other reached down to play with his balls.
A shiver ran through him, still sensitive from the orgasm, but still wanting more. His eyes slightly widened when you placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick again, not turning it on, but just a dooming presence. He gulped, the silicon becoming slick with his arousal as his nervous eyes met your absolutely amused ones.
"We're just getting started."
Click!
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Authors note:-
I'm ovulating hehe
To all the artists who make tied up dazai fanarts, i love you so much <3
Also I'm sorry if this was a bit rushed I'm so sleep deprived.
sucking off your stressed boyfriend nerdjo! when he breaks down in tears in front of you (˶>⩊<˶)
smut, MDNI! you will be blocked. cw: throat fucking, crying, p in throat, bulge in throat.
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hands tightly balled into fists, he storms over to your dorm. he was pent up. soo pent up. maths and physics had been so hard this past month, it put so much pressure on him. satoru couldn’t bare it any longer. it felt like there was a constant weight on his back, an unspoken warning that he must be the best or everyone would be disappointed in him.
and that stung. it stung so bad. vision growing blurry, he seeks out your dorm. his safe space. a place to break down and let him be himself. soon enough, frustrated tears brim in his eyes. they start to track down his cheeks, tiny sniffles leave his lips. reaching your dorm, he lifts his hand, banging loudly on your door.
you were laying on bed, scrolling on your phone and humming to whatever music was looping on your spotify. when you heard satorus knocks, you walk over to the door. opening the door with a smile on your face, you expect to be greeted with the normal, goofy satoru, “ hey baby! what’s-“
but your words stop. you look up. see his tears. hear his sniffles. without a second thought he’s collapsing onto you. his arms snake around the pale skin of your waist and gripping so hard it’ll be shocking if he doesn’t leave bruises. his head nuzzles deep in your neck while his tears roll down your collarbone, providing a shock to your system.
“satoru? are you-“
“no. i’m not okay. far from i-it,” he mumbles from your neck, arms getting tighter around your waist. you pull away, looking up at him. his shoulders were hunched. glasses crooked. hair messy. but worst of all, it’s his eyes. his cerulean eyes that were usually so bright, so full of life were now dull. full and empty. “oh baby,” you murmur, thumbs moving to gently swipe under his eye to collect the moisture gathering on the apples of his cheeks. stepping beside him, you close the door. you then grab his hands and guide him to your bed. “satoru, please tell me what’s wrong. i hate seeing you like this.”
“i just.. i’m so pent up. and i hate feeling like this. like-like all the pressure is on me. everyday people ask me ‘satoru, tutor me’, ‘can you do my homework’, ‘can you stay extra and teach me’. people want and want and want everything out of me! nobody cares how i feel! nobody cares what i want,” a choked sob leaves his lips, bottom lip trembling.
“oh baby. i’m so sorry. that must be so hard. listen, how about i take care of you, yeah?”
now, he was expecting a hug. maybe a tea and his favourite mochi. with these thoughts, he nods and wipes his eyes. — but what he didn’t expect was for you to drop to your knees in front of him, pulling his sweatpants down.
“wait baby. no. i-i didn’t mean this. we can just cuddle.. you don’t have to-“
“no satoru. you were just crying about you doing everything for everyone. let me do this and make you cum.”
a wracked whimper leaves his lips as his boxers were pulled down to his ankles, his cock spring free. it was a visual representation of his turmoil. the head was a vibrant pink. veins wracked up his length, making his cock throb with each little blow and kiss you planted on his dick. his balls were heavy and full, most likely due to him stressing and having no time to actually take care of himself.
“fuck baby, you’re this pent up?” a moan leaves your lips as a pearl of pre-cum forms on his tip. he sheepishly looks away. his nails dig into your pink bedsheets. “it’s okay baby. i’ll make you feel soooo good,” the murmur leaves you as your lips close around his cock.
holy shittt. it’s the best thing satoru has felt. with hollowed cheeks, he sees your pretty head bob up and down his length, reaching the base and then coming all the way to the tip. his high pitched moans and whimpers fill the room. he wanted to grab your head. to pound into your mouth. fuck your throat until you can’t breathe.
but you were his precious angel. he couldn’t do that.
but then your eyes locked on his. you pull back and smile.
“use me, satoru.”
“w-what?”
“use my head. fuck my throat and cum on my face like the good boy you are.”
he couldn’t hold back now. he was finally letting go. without a second thought his veiny hands cupped the apples of you cheeks. he pulls your head to his cock, slamming your head down to the base. your eyes widen and tears fill you eyes. and your thighs clench. fuck, he’s letting go. he starts to thrust his hips. standing up, he pivots his hips, thrusting in and out of your perfect, warm mouth.
“sorry baby.. gonna make you choke,” he growls, pupils dilating so that only a small rim of his signature cerulean irises were visible. “gonna fuck this mouth so good, yeah? fuck yeah. that’s it. lemme- fuckkk- lemme use that pretty mouth.” your jaw goes slack at his words.
was this the same satoru that was just crying in your arms five minutes ago? fuck no. this was different. as if he’s finally letting go of all the stress that has been torturing his mind. and it’s so fucking hot. the angry, red head of his cock pushes down your throat which leaves a visible bulge in your neck each time he thrusts.
“see that babe? that’s me- owning this pretty little throat. mine to fuck, yeah?” his words only got you wetter and wetter. your right hand slithers down, starting to rub at your clit. “fuck yeah, rub that clit for me baby. make yourself feel good while i use your throat. like the perfect little slut you are.” your fingers work faster, throat clenching around his cock as you approach your orgasm.
“holyyyyy.. tighten that throat one more time and i’ll cum down it,” he pants, tears once again forming in his eyes. his thrusts grow sloppier. lazier. like he’s about to have the best orgasm of his life. with one small rub of your clit you cum, throat tightening and eyes closing.
“no no no baby.. keep your eyes open while you cum. shit, so hot. i’m gonna cum.. fuck baby-“
he sobs, pumping his load deep in your throat. you feel it. the warm substance painting your tongue white and seeping down your mouth. he pulls back, gasping and pulling you up. his mouth crashes into yours.
“baby.. so perfect. thank you so much. feel s’much better. i love you so much.”
He’d die before admitting it to anyone else, but with you? He doesn’t even try to hide it. The second you tie his wrists behind his back with his own blindfold, his pants are ready to burst. Right now he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing a little too fast. His cock is standing up thick and flushed, leaking all over his stomach. Well no wonder, he’s been edged for hours.
You’re straddling his thigh, one hand slowly jerking him off while the other is tangled in his messy white hair. You kiss him deep, mixing your spit with his. And every time he moans into your mouth you squeeze his needy cock a little tighter.
“S-shit.. baby.” he gasps against your lips. Gojo tries to thrust up into your fist but the way his arms are tied behind him makes it hard. He just ends up twitching helplessly. You smirk and stroke him faster, thumb swirling over his leaking tip, spreading the mess around. The wet, filthy sound of your hand pumping his slick cock is loud in the quiet room.
“You’re so fucking hard,” you murmur, biting his bottom lip. “Look at you.. legs spread and leaking everywhere like a slut.”
Gojo lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you twist your wrist just right.
“Only for you,” he breathes, trying to sound in control of the situation but failing miserably. His hips jerk again. “Fuck… your hand feels too good.”
You keep making out with him messily, while you jerk him off nice and tight. Long strokes from base to tip, then quick, nasty ones focused on the head. Gojo’s thighs start trembling under you. His breathing is fucked up, little whimpers slipping out between kisses. You pull back just enough to watch his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. God he's beautiful.
“Gonna cum already?” you tease, speeding up your hand. Gojo bites his lip, trying to hold it together, but his cock is throbbing hard in your grip.
“Don’t stop- fuck.. please don’t stop,” he whines, forehead pressed to yours. The cocky bastard is actually begging now.
You kiss him again, swallowing every sound as you stroke him faster. Gojo’s whole body suddenly goes rigid. His abs flex hard and he lets out this desperate moan right into your mouth.
He squirts.
Hard.
Clear fluid shoots out of his cock in messy, pulsing jets, splashing all over your hand, his own chest and your thigh. It just keeps coming while you keep jerking him through it, milking every drop. Gojo is shaking, moaning like he’s losing his mind, hips jerking uncontrollably as he makes a complete mess.
You don’t stop until he’s twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly against your lips.
When you finally slow down, he’s panting, face buried in your neck, body still trembling from the aftershocks.
“Fuck…” he rasps, voice hoarse. A weak, breathless laugh escapes him. “I made such a fucking mess.”
You kiss the side of his head, still slowly stroking his spent cock.
“Yeah, you did,” you whisper. “And we’re not even done yet.”
Gojo shivers, but there’s a lazy, satisfied grin on his face when he looks up at you.
( THE SENTENCE THAT STARTED IT ALL: “I CAN TOOOOTALLY TAKE YOU IN A FIGHT!” ) : although your boyfriend is one of the strongest sorcerers alive, you’re also a powerful jujutsu sorcerer in your own right. surely you can stand your ground in a fight against them...?!!
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FEATURING: gojo, geto, sukuna
WARNINGS + ADDITIONAL TAGS: NSFW. female reader, dirty talk, playfighting, unprotected sex, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, praise and degradation, size kink
GOJO SATORU ✶ LOCKED DOWN!
“Come on, baby.”
You’ve never seen Gojo act this way.
When you told him to fight you earlier that day, you thought that your silly Satoru would be a sweetheart and let you have your way, as he usually does.
Well... he didn’t.
Not when he’s forcefully keeping you down, locking your hands together behind your back, doing both things so effortlessly while he continues to talk to you in that mocking, mocking tone—
“Come on— I even turned off Infinity for you.”
He chuckles at your panicked silence and you almost whine. His tone is lower than usual, his entire demeanor... meaner.
“Satoru-”
“What’s wrong, baby?” he leans down, brushing his lips against your neck, “Can’t move?”
How can you? The strongest sorcerer of today has got you completely under his mercy, the weight of his big body pushing you down onto your shared bed.
You shiver and unconsciously rub your thighs together, hoping Gojo won’t notice that you’ve been bothering and annoying him all day in hopes of... this.
He studies you in amusement. “Baby, are you even tryin’?”
Without warning, you struggle against his hold, hoping to catch him off guard. At the end of the day, you’re still a powerful jujutsu sorcerer. Satoru might be The Strongest, but you’re definitely not going down without a fight—
Bad move.
Gojo merely laughs and tightens his grip, angling his body closer to place a knee right between your thighs. “That’s a real cute move, baby,” he whispers, his voice rough, “wanna try again?”
“Satoru..”
You don’t even realize that you’ve whimpered his name.
Gojo’s not dumb; he can tell that the mood has shifted... and he’s not surprised, not in the slightest. You’ve been staring at him all day with that expression on your face, eyelashes fluttering prettily and face dusted in a cute blush. Then, just as he’s about to kiss you until you beg him to stop—
You challenge him to a fight.
He immediately knew that you didn’t have ‘sparring’ in mind. No, you weren’t looking to train with him. What you had in mind was a different kind of ‘fight’...
And he’s more than happy to entertain you.
.
“I can’t, Toru, ah-” you jolt when he slams into you rougher, his long fingers holding your head up, “Ah, Toru-!”
“Still think you can take me in a fight, baby?” Gojo coos as he continues to drive into you, reveling in the sinful sounds of his skin slapping against yours, the filthy fluids that sticks to his thighs as it connects to your leaking cunt.
“N-no, mmm, slow down!”
And how can he, when you’re whimpering so pitifully yet arching your back to feel him more, moving backwards to meet his thrusts mid-way?
“Toru, can’t- can’t breathe!”
“Sorry, baby. Cursed energy’s a little out of control,” he chuckles before turning your head his way to place a big, fat kiss on your lips, “I’ll give you mouth-to-mouth instead, how ‘bout that?”
“Toru, oh, I’m gonna break!” you cry out, overstimulated, inching yourself away from him as you feel a familiar knot in your lower stomach.
Gojo just laughs at your attempt of getting away and places his hands on the sides of your hips, puuulllling you closer in one swift motion. When his eyes trail down lower, he’s instantly met with the sight of cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bed— his cum.
He feels his blood rush faster.
“Satoru-!?” you gasp when the lights above you flicker.
When you look up to see your boyfriend, he’s smiling... but it’s slightly off.
“S-Satoru..?”
His gaze travels down to you. Under the complete attention of his Six Eyes, you feel more exposed than ever before. You shift, just slightly, but it was enough for him to grip your wrists and pin them above your head.
“W-wait, let’s talk this out!” Knowing you’ve probably, unknowingly, woken up a side of Satoru you rarely see, you struggle against his hold, to no avail—
He just holds you down, as if your struggles means nothing to him. It was at this moment that you finally realize just how much he’d been going easy on you. All those playfights, those spars, he could’ve easily overpowered you, like this...
Eyes clouded in lust, you struggle again, harder this time.
He just sighs.
“Baby...”
The lamp flickers again. The excitement in his tone betrays the frown on his lips.
“You still wanna fight me?”
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GETO SUGURU ✶ BRAT TAMER
“Hmm? Where did this come from?”
Of course, Geto would be the type to ask questions first and throw hands later.
You shrug. “Humor me, won’t you? Come on, Sugu!”
Geto just tilts his head and looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “I.. I’ll accidentally hurt you.”
Accidentally hurt you? More like he accidentally struck a nerve.
“Hey! Is that your way of saying I’m a weakling?”
But Geto is surprisingly unshakable about this. No amount of pouting makes him change his mind, you’re starting to think that your boyfriend has been hiding his full powers from you.
“Alright, alright. Just say you’re scared, Sugu.” you finally huff, crossing your arms.
His gaze flits to you.
You pause.
“Ha! So you’re scared you’ll lose to me, Sugu?”
He’s still smiling, but it’s different now.
Hook...
“Afraid I’ll whoop your ass and clown you?”
He stands up, making his way towards you.
Line...
“Guess I’ll just go find Gojo.”
Geto seizes your wrist.
“Okay, let’s fight.”
... and sinker.
.
You’ve always thought that Geto was more like the brains of the team, but right now you can’t even touch the man.
“You’re just gonna dodge, Sugu?” you groan in frustration when he moves just an inch beyond your reach, making you grasp at straws for the umpteenth time that day.
“Come on,” you chase after him, grumbling when he effortlessly steps away from your attack, causing you to land head-first onto the ground, “bring out the big guns! The curses! The dragon!”
Before you can get up, though, you feel something hard press against your back.
You gasp in surprise, barely registering the fact that it was your boyfriend’s knee pushing you down before a rope slithers through your hands, binding them together in a tight knot.
“Whoa! What-”
With one fluid motion, Geto has put you on his lap, face down, with your butt facing up—
Smack!
You yelp, feeling a sharp sting on your butt.
“You can’t even land a hit on me, baby. Do you seriously think you stand a chance if I’m actually using my technique?”
His voice is calm, steady—and that’s why it sounds even more mean.
“Wh- why did you-”
Smack!
His hand connects with the same spot and you yelp again, louder this time.
“Talking to me like that, and threatening me?” Geto shakes his head, ignoring your glassy eyes and your shocked face. Instead, he roughly pulls your skirt up, revealing your round butt that are now slightly red from his slaps, and caresses them softly.
“Ouch, untie me, Sugu-”
“What, so you can run to Gojo and ask him to ‘fight’ you?” he cuts you off, before—
Smack!
You arch your back in surprise, trying to worm yourself away from him, but he immediately pulls you back to his lap.
“Was this what you had in mind?” he grips your chin, clicking his tongue when he sees the dazed expression on your face.
Oh, you love it when he’s mean.
“Suguuu... it hurts...” you try not to smile when he’s looking at you like he wants to completely ruin you.
Geto breathes out shakily. He wants to kiss you so desperately, but he holds that desire back. You’ve been such a brat lately, you don’t deserve the carrot just yet.
He palms your breasts, squeezing them through your clothes. You moan under his touch, unconsciously leaning towards him for more.
With one hand still groping you, his other hand travels from your thigh to your butt, making circular motions. You flinch in preparation, making him chuckle.
“Scared, baby?”
That demeaning tone of his just turns you on more. You shake your head no.
Smack! comes the next one, a bit harsher than the ones before, making your eyes water as you cry out—
“No?” he coos, “well, you should be.”
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SUKUNA RYOMEN ✶ C’MON, TRY HARDER
“I’ll spare you the pain and just tell you the results outright: you stand no chance against me, brat.”
You gape, hand still in mid-air, jujutsu mid-conjured in an attempt of launching a sneak attack before your lover extinguished the little bit of pride you had left.
“I— I’ll have you know that I am a Special Grade Sorcerer, thank you very much!” you flick your wrist towards him, powers shooting off from your palms.
Sukuna barely moves, dodging the attack with the grace of a prima ballerina. “Quite a fancy move. Would’ve hurt a bit... if it actually lands, that is.”
The way Sukuna wasn’t trying to mock you is the worst part of it all.
“Well, let it land then!”
“But that would defeat the purpose, no?”
“Of what?!”
“Of you, trying to see how you measure up to me.”
His nonchalant sentence gives rise to an anger so great, you think your vision momentarily goes white.
“Okay, fine.”
Fueled by rage, you take measured steps to him, a fake smile plastered on your face. Sukuna tilts his head, not moving from where he stands. You loop your arms around the back of his neck, bringing it down closer to you.
“Since you refuse to humor me, I’ll just blueball you and go.”
Almost immediately, his hands flies to your waist. “Oh? I’d like to see you try.”
There it is. Whenever he uses that mocking tone with you, it always gets you hot and bothered.
You kiss him deeply before he can annoy you any further. His grip on you tightens while your hand travels lower to palm the erection through his pants.
He groans, no doubt enjoying this. Slipping your hand inside, you find your way around his shaft and start giving it lazy strokes. Sukuna groans mid-kiss. It’s funny how the strongest sorcerer quickly becomes putty in your hands, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue to pump his length.
The squelch! squelch! immediately resounds in the room, his thick cock leaking creamy pre-cum as his breathing grows ragged. You feel your body temperature start to rise, too, but you are a woman on a mission.
Sukuna is distracted by the pleasure, so distracted that he doesn’t realize that you have conjured your powers with your other hand—
and you strike him on the back with rightful fury.
“Ha!” You break free from his touch, satisfied at the shocked look on his face. “Got you!”
Knowing that you’ve incurred the great Sukuna’s wrath, you prepare to break off into a run. Just as you turn your back on him, though, you feel a yank on your hair.
Suddenly, your world is flipped upside down. You barely have the moment to register what’s happening because Sukuna is already climbing on top of you, eyes blazing in fury.
“T... Time out?”
.
You don’t know how long it’s been.
Another smack! as Sukuna continues to pound into you, gazing down at you hungrily despite the fact that he’s been ravishing you for... how many hours now? You think you can almost see the sun.
Beneath him, you’re sobbing from the pleasure, laying limply in his hold as you let him have your way with you. You’re crying, then moaning, then screaming the next. Both your hands are bound by crimson ropes he conjured using his jujutsu, so intricate and yet so strong, it was impossible for you to break free.
“Ngh, please—!”
“Aww, what’s wrong? Weren’t you trying to fight me?” Sukuna huffs, the grin on his face nothing short of sadistic. “Go ahead and hit me again with that dirty trick of yours.”
“I-I’m sorry— ah!”
He thrusts into you deeper, his pulsing length quite literally knocking the air out of you. Your desperate apologies seems to excite him more, his grip on your thighs almost bruising.
“Not so clever now, huh?” Despite his violent thrusts, Sukuna’s words are still sharp, mocking, in that degrading tone that makes you uncontrollably wet—
Yet, just as he makes you mad with both anger and desire, you know that you drive him absolutely insane. “H-hah, sore loser—”
Sukuna chuckles in a low baritone, leaning down to cage you between his big arms. He brings his face down to your neck, then bites.
“Sukuna!”
“You get it now? You stand no chance against me.” He drags out his cock slowly, then slams it back again, eliciting a scream from you.
“Oh-oh-”
Sukuna cackles when your walls squeeze around his length, your cute orgasm making him spill his seed deep inside you. He gives your lower abdomen a caress, smirking when he feels how it’s slightly bulging from taking his monstrous length.
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