You and Gojo know each other since high school, and since then, you also hate each other. He bites and you always bite back, the constant argument creates tension that everybody, except you two, seem to notice. One time you say too much, causing Gojo’s self-control to snap.
PAIRING: f. reader x GOJO SATORU [1,4k words]
WARNINGS: SMUT, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing, mentions of bullying (Satoru is a meanie, ok?), overstimulation, enemies to lovers kind of vibe, I feel like the "you cryin'?" line in itself is a warning if you heard the dub version of it
"You cryin'?", Satoru taunts as he's thrusting his hips relentlessly into yours, with a handful of your hair in his unforgiving grip. He's behind you, one hand digging into the supple flesh of your side to steady himself as he's pounding behavior into you.
You and Satoru Gojo have a history of never-ending venom-spitting and it's safe to say you hate the man and the man hates you with passion for years now. It started in high school, where you just couldn't stand how full of himself he was, looking at everybody from above as if he's so much better than everyone and yes, you are aware of how powerful of an individual he is but the arrogance that came with it was just unbearable. Much more you liked his closest friend Suguru, but as years passed, you found yourself working closely with Gojo more and more often, because you decided to stay at Jujutsu high in Tokyo to help students learn. You were strong enough to be considered a high 1st class sorcerer and everything you achieved, you earned by hard work and stubbornness but that didn’t stop the know-it-all from bullying you, no. He had an awful habit of pouring more fuel into the constant fire of argument between you two and you never owe him, always biting back. That being said, your constant bickering with Satoru successfully brought you to where you were now.
Pressed against the wooden desk, sweaty and exhausted as your body is chasing the fourth orgasm with no break in between. It is a torture – the way he’s slamming his cock inside of you at the pace that leave you breathless, it hurt from overstimulation and burn with pleasure at the same time. You always act tough, but now you can't stop the tear rolling down your cheek as his grip on your hair tightens and his teeth sink into the delicate skin between your neck and shoulder.
"You’re really cryin’”, he grins teasingly and turns your head more to the side, kissing the tear away. Delighted at the sight, Satoru pulls back and flips you over so he can see your pretty face when he pushes his girth back onto your swollen insides, kissing every oversensitive spot on his way while hooking your thighs over his hips. You dig nails into his skin, leaving crescent moon shapes of your nails engraved into his flesh and you once again feel his pace picking up. Naively, you grab at his hip, trying to slow him down but with no effect.
"So pretty, fuck, when you cry like that," he grunts, kissing along the salty trace on your face and down your neck to see the bruising mark of his teeth was already blooming with reds and purples. "Think you have few more in you?", he asks and the thought of few more orgasms terrifies you. "You'll have to, 'm nowhere near to be done, wit' ya," a chuckle echoes in his chest and you can't tell if his objective is to kill you in the most humiliating way possible or what.
"N-no," you protest and he's laughing once more, pulling out almost completely.
"No?", Satoru grins in his usual, annoyingly handsome manner but you barely see him through the collage of stars in your sight, "'ts too bad you've been naughty lately. Need to fuck some behavior into you."
"Gojo-", you whine, helpless against his muscular body as he's ramming ruthlessly, abusing your swollen oversensitive insides to your limits.
"Nuh-uh", he wraps his slender fingers around your throat, putting no pressure, but redirecting your head so you look him in the eyes and you could drown in the crystalline blue tones surrounded by thick snowy eyelashes if you wouldn't know better. "That's not my name, sweetheart."
"Go to hell, Goj-, fuck", you whine and he thrusts harder, your back slamming against the wooden counter and he's unbothered by the echoing pounding sound that's clearly indicating what's happening in his office.
"That's. not. my. name.", he growls, accentuating every word with a sharp thrust and it's enough for you to drown in the haziness.
"Sa-, uh", you try, but his pace is unforgiving, his cock fucking you dumb but he hums teasingly, encouraging you to speak. "'toru- fuck. Satoru, please."
"There we go, wasn't that hard now, was it?", smiling, the sorcerer lifts you up, angling his hips upwards, his cock reaching even deeper although you thought it's impossible. The blunt head kisses every spot inside you and you feel another orgasm approaching. Satoru groans at how your walls are flexing around his girth and this time, he chases his own, the first one, the one he's been denying himself in order to drive you insane.
He's panting heavily, groaning against your neck, profanities slipping through his mouth as he twitches inside you. Suddenly he grabs you harshly, nails digging into your trembling thighs and he lowers himself on the leathery chair, giving you a slap to the tender skin, silently ordering you to work. You straddle him, supporting your hands over his shoulders and you push him against the back rest, surely bruising his muscles with the harsh grip you have on him. You’re desperate to finish him, to put an end to the torture he’s subjected you to for talking too much. At this point you don’t even remember what caused his composure to snap, what has gotten you into the endless spiral of agonizing pleasure with a man you despised. The man that now you were riding with the last bits of your power, fighting the mind-numbing rush of your own release to bring him to his and you can tell how close he is. Satoru’s jaws are clenched, his fingers digging harshly into the tender skin of your sides and his hips are bucking up uncontrollably, desperate to reach the blissful relief. His abs are flexing, cock is twitching and his tone becomes ragged as he groans what sounds like your name entwined with endless amounts of fucks and yeses. His eyes close shut and he throws his head back, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling that’s uncoiling in his entire body. You grab at his white hair, smearing open mouthed kisses all over his throat and collar bones, and your movements stutter with your dripping pussy squelching for the nth time. That’s enough for Satoru – he gives up, allowing his muscles to contract one last time as he spills his load into you, filling you completely with warmth and you’re quick to come right after him. Your ups and downs become sloppy, uneven as you slowly ride your highs out and finally, you lift just enough to have him out.
Falling back heavily against his body, you lean your head over his shoulder in hopes to calm the panting. You feel your heart drumming against your ribcage, you feel the concoction of juices running down your thigh and dripping onto Satoru’s legs, but you couldn’t care less. With his hands releasing your flesh that he was squeezing unwaveringly, you feel your body finally relaxing, your mind coming back to senses and it slowly comes to you, what just happened.
Never, not even once in your life, you considered even willing to kiss Gojo Satoru. Yes, he’s annoyingly handsome; yes, his eyes are the most beautiful, magical blue crystalline spheres nature could ever create, and yes – there was a tension between you two since the day you met him, or at least everyone around always pointed that out but you never truly considered him an option and yet, you not only kissed him, but spend god-knows-how-long fucking him – or rather being fucked by him.
“You have to misbehave more often”, he teases, finally able to form his words coherently and you look at him, eyes still cloudy but you can tell with no mistake that his lips are curled up in a smirk. You almost hear him smirking, that’s how obvious it is. You blink, clearing your sight to take in his view. Gojo’s face is blissfully tired, he’s still breathing though his mouth and the snowy peaks of his hair cling artistically to his sweaty forehead. He’s stunning like this, so fucked out, he looks like he’s high and you take few mental pictures of his handsome daze. You also note to yourself that you, indeed, need to misbehave more frequently.
a/n: inspired by this post -> xxx by my beloved @p00pdev1l everyone say ty jazz
cw: nudes, lewd videos, pillow humping
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:( miss u, toru attatchment: one video
Satoru perks up at the notification banner displayed across his screen, quickly clicking on the banner before turning up his volume. He spreads further onto the hotel sheets, cock already hardening in his sweats in anticipation. The videos dark when it first starts, and he’s quick to adjust his brightness before returning with eager eyes.
He palms himself when you come into the frame, cursing at the view of your drooling cunt spread open for him. “Hi, toru,” you whisper shyly, “wanted to show you how much I’ve been missin’ you.” His cock swells at the pout on your face, wishing more than anything that his face was buried between your thighs instead of your too small fingers. He pulls his cock out as your fingers circle your clit, moaning to himself at the small whimpers leaving your pretty mouth. He’s do anything to have it wrapped around his cock right now, his own hand paling in comparison to your eager lips and warm throat. “Been thinkin’ about you,” you continue, “I thought I should thank you properly for the gift you gave me before you left.” His eyes nearly roll into his skull when you pull out the light blue stuffy he’s gifted you, but he forces his eyes to stay open to enjoy the show you’re so willingly displaying for him.
His cock twitches when you place the stuffy below your cunt, shuffling around until you’re gasping as it makes contact with your aching clit. “Shit,” he drawls, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his early release. His fist moves in tandem with your hips, his tip leaking profusely as your hips stutter when it hits you just right. “Wish it was you instead,” you whine, hands pushing up his shirt you’ve stolen to twist at your pert nipples, “wish it was your face I was rubbin’ my pussy on. Or your cock.” You cry out as your pace increases and he wishes so, so bad that your face was in the frame so he could see the way your lips part and brows crease at the pleasure.
His hips are rutting up into his fist now, raspy moans falling from his lips when you stutter out his name as though he’s the one touching you. It fills him with an unbridled sense of possessiveness, knowing that even across the country it’s him who has you aching like this. Him who has your thighs quaking and breaths stuttering. “Wanna be filled so bad!” you cry out, “Need your cock, toru. Feels so empty without you.” He looks nothing short of depraved, nearly salivating as his fist squeezes his cock to mimic your tight heat. “Gonna cum,” you moan, “gonna cum for you, toru!” His moans grow louder, rasping out a brutal, “Cum for me,” as though he’s in the room with you.
Your back arches and your legs shake as your high washes over you, and he’s quick to follow, whispering your name into the empty room as his cum falls onto his chest. And just when he thought he couldn’t love you more, you whisper, “Wish your cum was fillin’ me instead of your fist.” Little minx, he thinks to himself, fond smile on his face when your own finally comes into the frame, murmuring a quick, “Love you, toru,” before making a kissing motion to the camera.
Toru! 🩵
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