Warnings: Sub! Gojo, Fem? reader (no pronouns just use of names: mommy and mama), unreleastic portrayal of sub space, mentions of BDSM (rough treatment, degradation,whips, mistress/master use), safeword use (at the end), lots of cooing, Gojo unable to think properly, praise, comfort, clingy/needy Gojo
A/N: this was actually really fun to write! i did a little research on what subspace feels like, and it says it varies from person to person, but it is a sort of euphoric experience. sooo idk! lol. also, a lot of ppl r here for gojos personality, and I feel bad bc he is not like his usual self in this bc of his headspace...dont hate me gojo simps
Gojo Satoru is kinky. Plain and simple. He has tried many different things throughout his lifetime, and he is now confident enough in many different types of sexual play. He spends way too much time on the internet buying all sorts of toys, cuffs, ropes, whips, just to build his secret obsession. He has been with many people, and has always pulled them down to the dark side with him.
But through it all, he has never found a partner to really push him to his limits. They all get too scared to hurt him, and call their safeword too early. They get uncomfortable when he sobs for mercy, or in other situations, begs for more pain. Gojo doesn't want to be just treated harshly, he wants to be broken. His standards are higher than most.
And finally his dreams came true when he met you. You've been into BDSM for years now, and even if the two of you are dating, you have a strict contract of rules you must obey for eachothers safety. It was cute, he was practically trembling in excitement when he saw the agreement, signing his hame sloppily, and waiting for your next move.
It was strange seeing someone so cheery and upbeat turn into a different breed during a scene. He was long passed the brat now, every defining thought fucked out of him. He's been slapped around, beaten, scolded, forced to orgasm, and humiliated in the past two hours. He has never had anyone treat him this rough.
A huge part of him loved it, and a small part of him twinged in fear whenever he heard you begin to move again. It sent a multitude of thoughts to his brain, What now? Are you going to hurt him? Was he being good now? Another punishment?
His blue eyes follow your every movement, and he flinches when you bring your hand up to his face, expecting another slap. You chuckle at the movement, gently petting his face. It takes him a second to realize what is happening, but from there, he melts into your hold. He presses himself deeper into your hand, eyes heavy from exhaustion.
Satoru accomplished his goal though. He was, for the first time ever, wrecked. His hair is matted against his head, damp from sweat. His body is covered in hickeys, bitemarks, bruises, scratches, and marks from the flogger. He was trembling, muscles contracting every couple of seconds without permission. Drools coats his lips, and it starts to drip down his mouth and onto his chin. His eyes seem to be in a different world, cloudy, and half lidded. His cock lays spent against his thigh, flushed red, and leaking just the last of his cum.
But even through it all, he's smiling at you. It’s a fucked out sort of grin, lazy, but content. His cheek is pressed against your palm, and he's nuzzling into it, basking in the softness of your touch, contrasting your earlier actions. “There ya go. You doing all right, Satoru?”
He blinks at you, slow, and thoughtless. “Yeah.”
You climb onto the bed next to him, brushing his hair back affectionately, and a little worriedly. He looked rather beat, and his exhausted eyes made you want to end the session now. “Alright, lets clean you up, and get you to bed,” You soothe, hands rubbing at his thighs, hoping your touch brings him comfort.
Immediately he pulls away, a small pout on his face. “Noooooo,” He uncharacteristically whines, grabbing at your hand. “Wanna…Wanna go some more. I'm doing good, right Mommy? No more punishments,” He pleads, tears coating his eyes. “Reward. Wanna reward, pleaseeee.”
Mommy wasn't todays title. You were called mistress, and master today solely. His words made your eyes widen, and you instantaneously knew he was deep into the subspace. You've seen glimpses of it, the way he becomes uncharacteristically obedient and he gets slightly giggly, probably from the light headed feeling, but he looked deep into his now. His words dragged out, and his body was obviously spent, but still he craved your approval; he wanted nothing more than to please you now.
Affection, love and care is what he needs right now and you were happy to provide him with it. So, you straddle his lap, and place kisses on every surface you can touch. His body is warm, and he goes slack against your hold, mouth falling open. “Do you want to cum again, ‘toru? Or just attention?”
He goes silent for awhile, his mind hazy, and not liking the idea of making his own choice. He wanted you to take care of him completely, to let his mind slip away, and for you to control his ever thought, movement. “Please,” He mumbles, face scrunching up with frustration.
You are quick to apologize, recognizing his situation almost instantly. “Alright, alright. I'll take care of you. Lets cum one more time, can you do that for me, pretty boy?”
Pretty boy. A nickname unlike the harsh ones he received earlier: brat, slut, dog, whore. In the moment it only increased to turn him on, but now, he wanted to be good. The thought of you calling him those names made him want to tear up, and sob into your arms. He didn't want you to be mean anymore, he wants you to love him. To praise him on anything and everything.
He jumps when he feels your hand drift back to his cock. It aches from all the abuse from earlier, and he lets out a shaky whimper, not liking the pain as much as he once did. “H-Hurts,” He yelps, wishing for you to make it better. To fix it all, why did everything ache so badly? He wants comfort, and as quickly as possible.
You kiss at his tears and pull his face into your neck. “‘m sorry. Was Mommy too rough with you today? Shhh, it’ll feel better in a bit, just relax,” You encourage, beginning to slide your hand up and down his length. He twitches and mewls from beneath you, fighting the feeling of overstimulation and pleasure. He wants this, he wants this, he wants this so badly, but he wishes it wasn't so uncomfortable.
He shakes his head into your neck, “Wasn't too rough. I'm fine, Mama j-just make me feel better, please,” he whispers, voice hoarse, and soft. One of your hands pet his hair, while the other strokes him off, shushing his cries, and reassuring that he will feel better soon.
You were right of course, the pain of overstimulation died off, and Gojo felt like he was melting. Everything is so warm, so light, he feels like he was on cloud nine. He feels loved, and every loose thought was traced back to you. “Love you s-so much.”
You grin at him, pressing your lips to his. His lips are chapped from his excessive panting, but you don't mind, licking at the plush flesh. He whimpers and groans, his hands pawing at you to pull you impossibly closer. When you pull back, he follows you, letting out a small huff in complaint. You pepper his face with kisses in apology. “Love you too. Such a good boy, Satoru, I'm so lucky to have such a pretty boy.”
He withers under the praise, nodding his head dumbly. He wants to coax so more out of you, but he can't think of ways, so he just rest his head on your chest, and chants, “Mommy” on repeat.
Your hand is slow in pace, careful to not overwhelm him. It slides up and down easily, his previous cum acting as lube. His cock is bright red, and you almost feel bad for it after pulling so many orgasms from it earlier. You are suprised he is still even awake, sure, he looks and acts exhausted, but by this long he is usually passed out. He must be awake only because he is searching for praise and comfort from earlier. To not find himself in a sub drop.
You catch his eye, and a wobbly smile pulls at his face. You chuckle at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Whaddya want from me?” He asks, voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.
“Hmm?”
He taps his forehead against yours, hazy blue eyes staring into yours. “Wanna command. Wanna be useful for you.”
You smile warmly at him and he shivers, leaning up to kiss you again. You hand rubs over his small slit, and he gasps, pausing just centimeteres before you face, and moaning out.
“You are deep in this, aren't you sweet boy?” You murmur, mostly to your self, slightly astonished. It was one thing for him to ask for praise, and to make decisions for him, but actively seeking instructions from you was another. It was fascinating, and adorable to say the least, how desperately he craved approval, or wanted to feel needed, useful. Nothing how Gojo usually was like.
You thumb at his tip, and he heaves, trying to keep up with your words. But everything you say other than “sweet boy,” seems to tuned out. Everything feels blurry, expect for you face, and your sickenly sweet tone. “D-Don't understand. Please!”
“Okay, shhh, it's alright. I want you to cum for me. Can you cum for Mommy, Satoru? That's all I want you to do.” An easy command, one he can definitely fulfill. He can do that – he can definitely cum for you. Gojo feels his chest bloom with butterflies at the idea of what you'll say to him once he follows your wishes. How much praise he will receive. How good and useful he is being. It makes him shiver with excitement.
Your hand picks up speed when he nods, and he gasps, gripping onto your arms from the suddenness. His hips buck upward into the makeshift hole, and you coo at him, telling him to relax his hips. He abides without question, melting into the sheets, and you give him a kiss for a reward.
He feels himself begin to teeter along his high, and he glances up at you, eyes wide and slightly panicked. He needs to ask for approval, he has to ask to cum, the rules were basically engrained in him, but everything is spinning, and he's beginning to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the pressure. He feels his voice go dry, and tears begin to pool in his eyes at the prospect of disappointing you.
You take notice of his fearful face immediately, quickly leaning over to cup his face. “You can cum. Relax, hey, its alright, I want you to cum.”
He breathes a shaky sign of relief, and you wipe his tears away, thinking back to earlier of how you wiped his tears away from the ruthless pleasure/pain mix, and now simply because he was afraid that he wasn't able to ask permission before cumming. You would be lying if the power didnt get to your head.
You thoughts are cut off when Gojos entire body jerks, and a muffled, “Fuck!” is let out. His orgasm hits him like a truck, and he trembles, riding the waves. His voice is too scratchy to let out any real noise, so he just silently cries into your chest. Cum dribbles down his cock pathetically, obviously spent, and not having much left to give. You don't seem to notice it though, instead focusing on your lover, and trying to make his orgasm as pleasurable as possible.
When he comes down from it, his legs are shaking, and his eyes are hooded with exhaustion. “P-Plea–Coconut,” He weakly gets out, and you hands fly off his body in seconds from hearing the safety word. You pull away, hoping to not overwhelm him, but instead he clings to you. “Don’t go. Don’t go. Mommy, I can't. J-Just–I…Praise!” He splutters, coherent thoughts flying out of his head, as he slumps into the bed.
You nod, staying away from his cock, and instead placing his head into your lap. His body curls around you in seconds, still slightly trembling. “Did so well. Good boy Satoru. My good boy, I am so spoiled. So lucky to have you." You coo, reaching your hand up to run it through his matted hair. "Took everything so well. I'm so proud of you." A small smile pulls at his face, and everything feels so warm "I love you so much, you know that?”
“Hm,” He hums, nodding his head slightly.
You smile at him. “My perfect boy. It's time to go to sleep, I'll take care of everything. Just rest for me, that's all I need you to do.”
But he didn't even hear the last of your statements, already passed out onto you, his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathes.
You sigh, and stare affectionately at the man. His naked body littered in marks, and he still managed to sleep contently with them. His body was drained of everything. Just like he asked you to do so hours prior.
Your hands roam the nightstand, grabbing healing cream, bandages, and a wash cloth. And with one last sigh, you place Gojo's head onto the pillow, and begin the long process of cleaning him up.
cw: sub! gojo, heavy edging and then heavy overstimulation, hand job, crying, lots of crying and withering, gojo being cute bc i love him
wc: 1.1k
a/n: wrote this in like 30 mins. good for me. and techically by my standards this is a fic, not a drabble bc its more than 1k. wooooah
"Make it stop!" Gojo yelps, throwing his head back against the headboard, heaving as sweat drips down his temple. His lower half was naked, and he was wearing just a simple white t-shirt, now slightly sticking to his chest from the heat.
You pull back your hand, admiring the globs of precum on it. You bring it to your mouth, kitten licking it and groaning. "You really need to eat better Satoru. Taste so bad."
"Please," He breathes, eyes lidded and watery. You take another glance at his groin, his cock weeping against his stomach. It's flushed red, dripping pathetically, but other than that, cute.
He has been just one stroke from reaching his high a total of five times now. His body has grown tired, slumped against the headboard, and twitching occasionally.
You watch his hand grab your wrists, and you raise your eyebrows, intrigued by the action. He doesn't say anything, aware of your gaze but choosing to ignore it as he cups your hand into a makeshift hole and brings it back to his cock.
You chuckle at him, letting him do what he wants for a moment. He bucks his hips up into it, eyes slightly rolling back from the feeling. It glides down without much trouble, his precum from earlier lubing his entire length, and making a lewd sort of squelching noise.
He doesn't say anything because he knows he's moments from cumming. In fact, he doesn't even make eyecontact with you, trying to almost sneak by.
It was cute, pathetic and stupid, but cute. You pull your hand away when you see his body begin to curl over.
His mouth hangs open in a broken gasp and his hands twitch. He buries them into the sheets before he gets the idea of trying to touch himself. "Y-Y'know I love you, but I fucking hate you right now," He murmurs, blue eyes peering into yours with a wobbly grin.
You laugh at him, not suprised, and ruffle his already messy hair affectionately. Then you maneuver yourself onto his lap, straddling him. He peers up at you, slightly confused, but you just hum, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His dick twitches at the attention, and he pants into your mouth.
Your soft hand comes back down to his cock, stroking the head a couple of time, watching the way his whole body seems to jerk and the breathy gasp he lets out. Suddenly, your pace is merciless, jerking him quickly and with full force. His eyes widen and his back slightly arches, his fingers digging into the sheets as he tries to process the intense sensation.
"Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. F-Fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, dont stop please!" He pleads, throwing his head back with a high-pitched, almost feminine moan. He stays true to his word, cum shoots out onto your hand and his stomach. You watch as your lovers abdomen contracts, and the way his whole body trembles under the force of the orgasm. It was an intense one, probably due to how many times he was edged.
Your hands dont stop moving through it all, and his body begins to jerk with the stinging sensation of overstimulation. "'m done," he whispers, hand reaching over to pull yours away.
You slap him away, continuing at the same pace, and he turns to you with frantic eyes, processing the situation. "N-No. No. No. No! I cant!" He pleads, tears welling up in his eyes as the sensation gets more and more painful.
You kiss away the first tear with a soft smile. "Yes you can! Cmon Satoru, all you wanted earlier was to cum. You can do it again!" You tease, kissing his neck when he looks up to the ceiling and begins to cry.
His whole body withers under you, jerking sporatically to escape your hand, and he begins to laugh. Its a mix of a giggle and a cry, sort of like someone was tickling him. He always did this when you overstimulated him, and it was always so endearing to watch. "S-Stop. Hurts. Hah! Oh fuck!"
You are stuggling to stay on top of him, his hips moving from side to side are threatening to knock you over. But you ground your knees into the sheets and use both hands to jerk him off. Wet squelching noises fill the air, mixed with his cries and helpless laughs.
But through it all, you just admire him. His pretty body that twitches and tries to escape your hold, his wet eyes that make the light blue color even brighter, the tear stained cheeks that are the prettiest red color. Everything about him was so pretty.
"I'm going to cum. No. Oh god! Too much. It's too sensitive! Im cumming. Im cumming again!" He rambles, unable to think coherent thoughts. The words just come spewling out of him, his head spinning.
Cum oozes from the tip, more pathetically this time, and he orgasms with a sob. His whole body seems to curl into himself, withering and trying to make himself as small as possible. The top of his head accidentally knocks into your chin, and you laugh, while he cries into your chest.
Your hands jerk him through it all, and the second he feels you going even a second longer after his high was over, his nails dig into your back and he pleads, "No more. Please, I'm begging. No more."
You obey his command, and let go of his cock, watching it fall back onto his stomach. You reach to grab the washcloth, wiping your hands and his stomach off. "Well that was fun."
"Fun?" He screeches dramatically, pulling himself away from your chest and using the back of arm to wipe away the excess tears. "You almost killed me!"
He goes under the sheets, pulling the blankets up to his neck with a pout. "Little dramatic much?"
"I'm not talking to you for the rest of the day," He threatens, falling limp against the pillow and staring at the ceiling.
"Alright."
A couple of minutes go by, and you hum to yourself, preparing for sleep. You listen to the sounds of Gojo tossing and turning in bed, glancing at him with amusement.
He turns to you, and narrows his eyes at you. "Do you think I can cum three times in a row?"
You pick up the lube. "You wanna find out?"
His smile falls in an instant, and he is waving his hands in front of his face. "Nope. Actually goodnight. I love you, dearest!"
You bark a laugh, and set the lube down, crawling into bed next to him. "Yeah, yeah, love you too, you kinky bastard."
NOTES: @jin-mowi remember that one convo we had about long-haired gojo? Here it is 🤩
You grinned at the teary-eyed man in front of you. He was wearing a long-haired wig and a schoolgirl uniform with thigh-high socks.
You sat on the edge of your bed with your legs crossed. You were wearing a similar schoolgirl outfit to him. Your foot enticingly wiggled around in front of his face.
"Nngh—"
You chuckled at the face he made.
He pouted and glared at you as your hand played with the small remote controller. Your thumb teased the settings, setting it up to the highest level.
He gasped and looked down, saliva dripping down onto the floor as his hands clenched his skirt.
You could hear the vibrator inside his backside and you could see his cock twitching through the skirt, nudging against it and begging to be played with.
He'd been like this for nearly an hour already, and his pleas fell dead to your ears.
"Y-Y/N—"
"What's up?" you asked nonchalantly as if you weren't the one about to make him cum from his ass.
"J-Just f-fuck me already," he gasped.
You giggled. "Well, that's not a very nice way to ask for something, is it?"
You got up from the bed and walked over to him. You stood in front of him and used your foot to raise his skirt up.
"Oh, look, someone's awake," you teased.
He looked up and glared at you. "He's been—Ha—awake for a while now, you bitch."
He was always like this whenever you played with him too much, but his potty mouth was part of the reason as to why you took your sweet time with his bratty ass.
"Oh? That hurts my feelings, Satoru. It's like you try to get me mad."
Your foot moved to press against his hard cock. His body shuddered as you stepped on his foot harder.
"Fuck!"
"Oh, there it is again. That bad language," you chastised.
Really, this was all his fault. He knew how jealous you got, so he should have known by now to not approach Utahime so casually.
Him being so submissive and cosplaying for you in private wasn't new to you, and neither was your jealously.
His hands wrapped around your calves as he looked up at you with puppy eyes.
"Y/N, please," he whined.
You hummed and took your foot off his cock to squat in front of him, yanking his hands off your calves. You placed your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands as you smiled at him.
"I don't know. You've been so rude today, Satoru. Maybe I should take a picture and send it to Itadori? What about Fushiguro? How traumatizing would it be for the boy you raised to see you like this?"
"D-Don't," he stammered.
His cock jerked and his pre-cum leaked out, sliding down his shaft slowly.
"Oh? But I think you liked that. Are you my pretty, little slut, Satoru? Will you be my good, little cumslut?"
He groaned. "Yes! Fuck yes! Please, please, I'll be your good, little cumslut!"
You grinned. "Good boy. On the bed."
He scrambled to get up, barely managing to walk over to the bed with his trembling legs. You could see a puddle of his cum on the floor from where he was sitting.
He got onto his back and raised his legs, holding them with his hands for you. Your heart soared at how well he knew you.
You walked over to your dresser and took out a strap-on. You knew he was already prepped because of how much cum was dripping out from his backside.
The vibrator continued to play with his backside, and you had no intention of stopping it. You put the strap-on on and crawled onto the bed behind him.
You placed the tip of the strap-on against his backside, and he moaned in anticipation. Then, you rammed the fake cock into him.
He let out a wide-eyed cry as the vibrator hit his rectum, sending vibrations throughout his body.
"That's right. Cry, you whore."
His pretty blue eyes were glassy and full of tears. You cooed at how pretty he looked before pounding into his backside again and again.
You never missed his prostrate. It sent him into a frenzy and his cock slapped against his tummy each time you rammed your cock into him.
He let out a wail at the familiar feeling of cumming. His tummy clenched as he did his best to hold it in, knowing you'd punish him if he came without your permission.
"Y-Y/N—Wanna cum—P-Please—I wanna cum," he begged.
His pretty, long hair was spread beneath him in a white crown as his face contorted while he begged to cum.
You giggled, and strands of your hair fell, creating a shadow on your face. He knew that you had no intention of letting him cum that easily.
"P-Please, I'll be—be good! Your g-good cum—cumslut! Wanna cum!"
You hummed. "First, tell me how you feel."
"Good! Fuck, I f-feel good! S-So good and full! I love it! I love your c-cock!"
You smiled. "All right. You can cum."
"Yes, yes, yes—"
A cry fell from his lips as he cum spurted out from his cock, splattering against his clenched tummy as you continued to ram your fake cock into him.
He let out a strangled sob, nails digging into the hands that pushed his thighs closer to his chest tightly.
"Wait—wait, wait, stop! Please! I can't—I can't—no more—"
"And why would I do that?" you questioned. "I'm not close to finished, sweetheart. Now, be good like you promised."
He sobbed from being overstimulated. His eyes rolled back inside of his head and his mouth opened in pants and moans. Drool slid down his mouth and his chin as you fucked him silly.
You loved seeing Satoru defenseless and submissive for you. And maybe—just maybe—he would learn to stop talking to Utahime.
And if he didn't—well—the video you were currently recording on your phone from your bookshelf would entice him to ignore her. A little blackmail never hurt anyone.
I can't get this out of my mind, but- what about pegging Gojo? 🏃🏻♀️
listen— oh my GOD JANSJDS LISTEN — i got carried away 🧍🏻♀️
i think gojō would act all high and mighty and try to seem so cool when you bring it up like “yeah course we can try pegging. we can try anything.” but mf is so scared oh my god. cause?? he’s about to take it up his ass??? granted he can’t really be held accountable for reacting badly considering how many times he’s asked you to do anal. but still!
anyways. he’ll be pretty compliant with everything, but he’ll prefer if he’s not facing you, because he is kind of freaking out. of course, a part of him is curious, and always has been, and that’s the part that’s letting him be so okay with the fact that you’re stretching him with two of your fingers. it also— feels really good. when it’s just your fingers, he’ll still have it in him to tease, shaking his ass at you, exaggerating his moans, asking you if he looks pretty for you like this. that is until you twist your fingers and press against that spot inside of him, and he literally melts. just shivers and melts into the mattress like why is he just discovering this now???
when you do fuck him, he’s already so far gone. no longer teasing, because he really doesn’t have it in him at all. he takes it so well too, just absolutely gives in. he’ll be arching his back, his moans bouncing and hiccuping as he presses his ass against you. he’ll clutch at the sheets and cry and whine against the sheets, coating it with his spit and drool as his eyes cross and roll back. he’ll whimper and cry out, “faster! harder! please, please, please fuck me. fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” and he looks just as pretty as he sounds.
i don’t doubt that someone like gojō would be determined to cum untouched, so he’ll make it his life mission. to boost your ego? to boost his own? both ! when he cums, he’ll twist his head and rest his cheek against the mattress, and god the way he looks !!! so pretty, with his cheeks all rosy and lips so plump and swollen and his eyes!! so dewy and glassy and eyelashes wet, and his hair, slightly matted and pressing against his forehead and a little bit messy and disarrayed as you fuck into him. and then his mouth falls open, and he moans, so deeply, and his body tightens, hands fisting the sheets harder before he spills, his cock bobbing and twitching as he cums all over his stomach and the mattress beneath him, all while he cries and screams for you, “so good, so good, so good, fucked me so good, ah, ah, feel so full.”
lately I’ve had the urges to just bend a pretty boy over and fuck the hell out of him with my strap as he lets out little moans of pleasure. I want him to feel pleasure all over his body. I want to be able to feel the strap when I press on his tummy 😮💨
or maybe fuck him with his legs over his shoulders face to face. so I can watch him get all flustered. I’d love to see the blush on his cheeks while I fuck him, that would be so yummy…. or maybe I could fuck him until he is able to cum hands free, until theres tears of pleasure and joy in his eyes, streaming down his face. Until pleasure is the only thing he knows.
Or maybe instead of using a strap on him I’d edge him until he is pleading for release. once he cums I would milk him over and over until he dose not even know his own name. the only name I want him to remember is mine.
can I say how hot neck kisses and hickeys are? I’d love to cover a pretty guys throat in kisses and hickies that make his eyes flutter.
Episode 5
i swear i love zanka. i didn't mean to give him such a hard time-
i just wanted to show some uncanny chill jabber (that zanka will get used to in future) but that idea went off somewhere weird
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