RUINED BY YOU. | sub!Satoru Gojo x reader
cw. MDNI. nsfw, smut, edging, overstimulation, dom!reader, unprotected p in v, oral m!receiving, dacryphilia
synopsis. When the strongest sorcerer’s cocky mask finally cracks, you take control, edge and overstimulate him into a trembling, whimpering mess until he admits he doesn’t have to be strong with you.
Satoru Gojo was always the strongest. The cockiest. The one who walked into every room like he owned it, flashing that infuriatingly perfect grin while everyone else scrambled to keep up. Even in your relationship, he loved teasing you, pinning you down, whispering filthy promises against your ear, making you beg for him until you were a trembling mess.
But tonight was different.
You’d noticed the cracks lately. A mission that went longer than expected. A close call he tried to laugh off. The way his usual his mood falters for a split second when you praised someone else’s technique. Satoru was human under all that infinity and god-complex bullshit, and right now, that humanity was showing.
You found him in the bedroom after he’d showered, the towel hung low on his hips, white hair damp and messy. He smirked when he saw you, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like usual.
"Miss me, baby?" he drawled, voice still carrying that signature confidence. "Bet you were counting the minutes until I—"
You cut him off by pushing him back onto the bed. Hard. He landed with a surprised huff, eyes widening behind his white lashes as you climbed over him, straddling his waist.
"Tonight," you said calmly, fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs, "you’re going to shut up and let me take care of you, Satoru."
His throat bobbed. The smirk flickered. "Heh, feeling bold tonight? I like it, but you know I can just flip us and—"
You leaned down and bit his collarbone, hard enough to make him gasp. "I said quiet."
He shivered, a visible tremor running through his toned body. You felt his cock twitch against your thigh through the towel. Smiling, you slid down his body, yanked the towel open, and settled between his spread thighs.
His cock was already hard, thick and pretty, flushed dark at the tip and curving slightly upward. You wrapped your fingers around the base and gave him a slow, firm stroke.
"Fuck…" he breathed, hips twitching.
You leaned in and dragged your tongue from base to tip in one long, wet stripe before swirling it around the sensitive head. Then you sank your mouth down on him, taking him deep in one smooth motion until your nose brushed his pelvis.
"Shit—! Baby—" Gojo’s head fell back, a broken moan tearing from his throat. His hands flew to your hair, but you pinned his wrists to the mattress beside his hips.
"No touching. Keep them right there," you ordered, pulling off just enough to speak before swallowing him down again.
You worked him thoroughly, sucking hard, hollowing your cheeks, tongue pressing against the underside of his cock while you bobbed your head. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as you took him to the back of your throat over and over again. Every time you felt his thighs tense and his cock start to throb against your tongue, you pulled off and squeezed the base tightly, edging him mercilessly.
By the third denial, Satoru was panting, cheeks flushed pink, eyes glassy with frustration and need.
"Please…" he finally whispered, voice cracking. The cocky mask had completely shattered. "I need to cum so bad— I’ve been thinking about you the whole mission… what if I’m not enough anymore? What if you get tired of me acting like I’m okay when I’m not—"
You cut him off by sucking him back into your mouth, faster and sloppier than before. This time you didn’t stop. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him cry out.
His first orgasm hit him like a train.
Satoru’s back arched sharply off the bed, muscles straining as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your throat. He came hard, pulsing repeatedly against your tongue with a loud, broken moan. His hips jerked uncontrollably, thighs shaking as you kept sucking through every wave, milking him until he was whimpering from the intensity.
You swallowed every drop and kept going.
"W-wait— too sensitive— fuck, fuck—!" he gasped, voice pitching higher as overstimulation set in.
You didn’t stop. You kept bobbing your head, sucking his oversensitive cock while stroking the base. His second orgasm crashed over him even faster, tearing another wrecked cry from his throat. This one was slightly weaker but longer, his cock twitching and spurting smaller pulses of cum onto your tongue as his whole body shuddered violently.
You climbed up his body, straddled his hips, and sank down onto his spent, twitching cock in one smooth motion. The wet heat of your pussy made him choke on a moan.
"Too much— I can’t— hah—!"
You started riding him hard, hips slamming down, taking him deep with every bounce. Your hands pinned his wrists above his head as you leaned over him.
"You can," you whispered, grinding your hips in tight circles. "Give me one more, Satoru. I want to feel you fall apart completely."
His third orgasm built quickly despite how sensitive he was. His moans turned into desperate, high-pitched whimpers. Tears slipped from the corners of his beautiful blue eyes as his body tensed again.
When it hit, it wrecked him. Satoru came with a silent scream, mouth open, back arched so sharply you thought he might snap. His cock pulsed weakly inside you, sending shallow, hot spurts of cum deep into your pussy while his entire body convulsed beneath you. His thighs shook uncontrollably, toes curling, tears streaming down his flushed face as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure hit him.
You finally slowed your movements, riding him gently through the aftershocks until he was a trembling, oversensitive, sobbing mess. Only then did you lean down, kissing his tear-streaked cheeks and swollen lips.
"You’re enough," you murmured softly, stroking his damp white hair. "You’re more than enough. Cocky, insecure, strong, vulnerable— I love every part of you, Satoru."
He wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his face in your neck as residual tremors ran through his body. His voice was hoarse and wrecked when he finally spoke.
"…Don’t tell anyone the strongest likes getting ruined like this," he mumbled, a faint, tired smirk trying to form on his lips.
You kissed his temple and squeezed around his softening cock still buried inside you.
"Your secret’s safe. But next time you try to hide behind that grin instead of talking to me… I’ll fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name."
He shivered hard, cock twitching weakly inside you again.
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