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Pairing: CourtJester!Gojo x ReincarnatedVillainess!reader
Tags/content: GORE, dark themes (a bit, not trough the whole fic, mentions, a few actions), Fem!reader, reader VOMITS, Satoru is annoying, reader starts to like being evil, no clue what era they're in, reader has a cat, SMUT, bondage(Toru being tied to the bed), dominant reader, Satoru is pathetic, idk if i like the middle but oh well, slapping, swearing, degrading, d in p, riding, creampie, saddest, worst ever ending ever :( proofreadish
Word count: 7k maybe more but im lazy to check
Art: momoya348 on x
You were just a simple woman, really. You worked a typical 9-to-5, came home, made dinner for you and your white furred cat, took a nice shower and then spent your last bits of free time reading and cuddling with her.
You weren’t complaining, your life was simple and you didn’t have to worry about your livelihood. The money from your office job paid rent, utilities and groceries. What more could you want?
Well, seems like you were complaining about the boring lifestyle and you found yourself in a game store on a random Wednesday. God, the last time you even touched a videogame was when you were in middle school.
A sparkly cover drew you in. It was a game box, tucked away in some corner of the shop. It was covered in hot men and luring phrases. It advertised itself for women who liked being evil. You weren’t really sure if it applied to you, it still made you want to get your hands on it.
The jjk-verse
It was cheap too. You bought the one and only copy they had and went home. The game stayed on your desk for a few nights, being too exhausted to try playing it during work days.
But it was the weekend now.
Once you sat down at your desk, laptop turned on and feline curled up in your lap… you were gone.
It was so immersive, so addicting. You forgot to eat or sleep, still having enough consciousness to feed and give water to your pet though when she meowed.
Your favourite character was the court jester, he made you giggle and smile, the animated man on screen fumbled and stumbled around, trying to entertain you. Unlike real men who just used use you or didn’t even attempt at anything similar to courting…
You really weren’t sure how or when, but you had finished the game. And an overwhelming tiredness washed over you. Even your kitty was yawning.
THUMP went your head on the desk.
You awoke in silken sheets, softest pillows with trimmed lace. A nightgown people on Pinterest would fawn over for being vintage.
Your eyes shot open, stumbling to sit up. A lump of soft, white fur meowed in annoyance beside you.
Your damn cat was here too. She mreowed and started to stretch, digging her nails into the luxurious fabrics, not giving a flying shit about tearing it up.
You touched your face, pinching at your cheeks while looking around the lush room. The windows were tall, with dark curtains draped over them, dark mahogany wood furniture. What looked like doors to a bathroom and walk in closet, a study desk and vanity with a silver mirror tucked in nooks.
Was this some sort of lucid dream?
You felt your own nails pinching your skin and the way your cat, Kitty, yes, her name is Kitty, rolled around seemed real as hell.
You scampered up from the bed and padded across the wood floor to the vanity to go check in the mirror.
You sure looked the same. So, what was this?
The door creaked open, a timid looking young woman, probably a maid or servant, peeked in. When your eyes met hers, she squeaked and bowed her head, fully walking in. A few other scared looking servants filed in.
“Your highness, you are up early… we deeply apologise for not getting you your morning bath prepared in time. You may take one of our heads, as punishment.’’
What? Take someone’s head?
You stood up, hands lightly gripping into your night gown. “Uhh… that won’t be necessary…could someone, please, tell me where I am?”
The servants let out shocked gasps. Their queen had never given such mercy, and at such an early time in the morning. They had been used to their ruler to be grumpy in the mornings, it seemed.
“Your majesty, are you feeling alright? Should we call the healers to come look?” One of the women asked, daring to slightly lift her head.
You raised your hand, intending to check your own forehead but the group flinched, as if they were ready to be struck.
You furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed the fingers against your skin. “I’m fine. Can someone explain where I am, what is this place and who are you-” You ask, obviously confused about this whole ordeal.
“Your castle, your highness. Castle Hellfort in the Northern Bloodlands.”
Well didn’t that just sound peachy and sweet?
“My castle?”
“Yes, your castle. Your highness.”
You could see two servants whisper to one another. “Has she hit her head?” “Must be.”
You wanted to defend yourself and say that you were perfectly fine but an older servant woman screamed and pointed at your white furball on the bed.
“Animal! Wild animal!”
“Stop shouting, it’s my cat.” You groaned, padding back over to go pick Kitty up.
The servants looked shocked at your bravery, holding such a beast.
“Our Queen is fearless, praise!”
“Praise!” the others spoke in unison, bowing their heads in honour.
You could feel a headache forming from this.
The women ushered you into a hot bath, water scalding hot. Apparently how you liked it. And when you told them to make it cooler, they looked at you as if they had seen a ghost.
Next came the outfit. You picked out what looked comfortable from the wardrobe. Crimson and black dresses of plenty. Most of them had iron or silver detailing, little spikes here and there for flare.
How… evil.
The ladies helped you get dressed, you agreed to the undergarments and underskirts, stockings and lace, even allowed the corset to be tightened- not too much, much to the servants dismay. Garters and straps underneath looked like they could hide a dagger or two.
You had your boots tied up. Now sat in front of the vanity as the women took the time to style your hair in a loose updo, a few braids added.
You thought they were done but noooo, now came silver jewellery and hair accessories.
How tiresome.
Who knew falling asleep at your desk at home could lead to you playing dress up with some ancient, luxurious clothes and trinkets?
The dutiful maids even got Kitty dressed up, a loose, dark red leather collar around her neck. The cat didn’t care much about it, just cuddling up in the pillows on the overly large bed. You asked the staff to feed her later.
They lead you out of your chamber, walking down a grand hallway. You had to admit, the gothic and dark aesthetics of this place were veryyy nice. Whoever was the architect, knew ball. Especially the stained-glass windows and shades of bloody reds.
You kept looking around as if you'd never been here before, and you hadn't. The maids looked concerned, you were acting differently but didn't comment, afraid for their lives.
The decorations on the walls were beautiful, though the materials used for the intricate designs looked a lot like bones... human... bones.
You shook your head, focusing on the grand dining hall doors opening.
A breakfast feast was already there, silver dishes with cooked meats and even a cake. Luxuries at this time period.
What you didn't expect to greet you was a jester.
In a white and royal blue, striped and frilly outfit, a rather cute hat with three droopy points with iron bells.
His bright blue eyes and white, fluffy hair matching the look. A wide. toothy grin spread across his handsome face and he clapped his hands together. It looked like he was about to jump for joy.
"The early bird has flown in! How dear! Your majesty, i do hope you've slept well! Your sweet 'toru has prepared an awfully humorous gig for your daylights start, the kind you love!" His boisterous voice rang trough the otherwise silent hall.
You paused in the middle of the large doorframe.
No way.
Hold on.
It was all coming together.
That stupid game... you were in it! Or something like that- that man, that was Gojo! Satoru Gojo! The little animated jester on your computer screen you last saw in the real world.
Your face was doing something between a frown and a look of disbelief.
He noticed the odd look and pouted, quickly bouncing over and taking your hand in his strong one. "My Queen! You've never given me such a look before!"
You let out a shaky sigh, blinking a few times before giving him a small smile.
It was like an arrow had been shot through Satoru’s heart! He pretended to grab at his chest with his free hand, a pained whimper leaving him. I mean, it kind of was his job to be dramatic.
"YOU'VE NEVER SMILED AT ME! WHAT A MONUMENTAL DAY!"
Your eye twitched.
He allowed you to sit down at the head of the table in an unnecessarily grand chair. You picked out some things to set on your silver plate and began eating.
Satoru, overly giddy now, couldn’t hold it in and just HAD to show you his exciting breakfast act.
Since he had the whole jester getup, you assumed that he’d start juggling or showing you some stupid magic trick.
AGAIN, what you didn’t expect was a chained-up man being shoved in by what looked like two armoured knights.
You kept eating, silently watching. Maybe the man was some sort of criminal and he would just get teased at.
The man started begging for his life…
Why?
You paused the spoon in your mouth as the desperate guy pleaded.
“Your grace! Please! I’d rather get hung than this! Oh, dear god… please!”
Satoru just laughed, a hand on his belly while giggling about the words of the chained man. “Your highness, do you hear him? They always do say such funny things!”
Huh? Your brows furrowed, unsure what to even say in this situation. “What’s going on?”
“Why, you’re morning show!” He turned to give you an innocent smile. Whatever was happening, it seemed like this was routine.
The criminal got pushed down to his knees by the knights.
Satoru bounced over, bells jingling as jolly as ever from his hat and he leaned down, hands suddenly grabbing the poor bastards face.
A sharp cry left the man, his body shuddering and arms chained behind his back started to spasm.
A wet squelch. A disgusting pop and twist.
Satoru had gouged out one of his eyes, blood running down his fingertips while squishing the orb like organ around. The crimson started squirting out of the kneeling man’s eye socket.
The colour drained out of your face; the spoon clattered down onto the table. A sick, churning sensation flooded your stomach.
Satoru, thinking that nothing was amiss, waved the eyeball around in front of the chained victim, making fun of him. "Lookie, lookie! I just stole your vision!"
The kneeling, bleeding guy let out a cry, the lasting eye watering from the pure pain, face contorting in an expression you had never seen.
You were positive that bile was building up in your throat, the saliva in your mouth starting to produce more and more.
The giddy jester tried to shove the pulled-out eyeball back in, the poor man groaning in agony, the wet sound of it mushing against the bloody cavern made you stand up, unable to take it anymore.
"STOP...!" You got out, but opening your mouth was a mistake. Vomiting spilling out with no warning.
Thankfully none of it got on your gown, just on the bear pelt rug. Nothing huge.
The knights behind the kneeling man were the first to act, one of them grabbing the chains and dragging him away, as if he had been the cause of their queen’s discomfort. The prisoner was probably happy he got to live... with minor injuries. While the other rushed out to get a healer or some maid to help for you.
Satoru? Oh, poor Satoru. He was distraught.
You tried to stumble to the window, not wanting to look at the puddle of red on the floor OR your sick near your feet.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Are you alright?" he ran over, a pout on his pretty lips, white eyelashes fluttering as he crouched down to try and peer at your face. You spared him a look- and the vision of his still bloodied fingers trying to reach for your hand made you feel sick all over again.
You shoved a hand in his face, not wanting the jester to come near, turning away again to try and look out the window. But outside the fucking window you large gallows and a row of human heads speared up on sharp wood sticks further in the courtyard. Like some grotesque show of power.
Where the hell were you??
You covered your mouth with both of your hands, turning to start hurrying back the way you knew the bedroom you had woken in was, leaving the dining hall and running down the dark hallways, trying now to knock over anything on your way.
Satoru followed along, the bells softly jingling after each step. “Your majesty? Are you alright? This is unlike you! Did I do it wrong? Should I have started with the teeth? Oh, my Queen, please speak to me!” He pleaded, easily catching up to you. He was fully upset, looking like a kicked puppy.
You got to the heavy doors of your chambers and slipped in, shutting the worried jester out.
Kitty, who had been fed and groomed, was lounging on the plush vanity chair, living the best life a cat could. Not even caring about your distressed look and pale, sweaty face.
You flopped into the silk bedsheets, tears welling up in your eyes while trying to calm down. But the flash of watching those pale fingers sink deeply into a man’s skull- the acidic taste was trying to climb its way back up. “Wake up…wake up…cmon… take me back.” You pleaded, eyes shutting, hands clawing into the sheets in the pure effort of trying to force your brain to do something.
A short knock on the door and the castles healer had arrived, Shoko.
You glanced over your shoulder, cold sweat running down your temple, the woman walking in, in a looser fit, comfortable outfit fit for a medic, with a few bags with her, clearly, she had assumed the worst.
She bowed and set the heavy things down. “Your majesty, I have been informed that you are feeling sick.”
“I am fine! I just…I why… I cannot stomach whatever that jester did at breakfast!”
Shoko stood back up straight and gave you an odd look “But… you’ve never had problems with that. Are you perhaps pregnant?”
“No! I don’t know where I am, who any of you are and what I’m doing here!” You screamed back, pushing yourself up to sit, fingers grabbing into the dress you had on, the tears rolling down your cheeks.
The healer looked even more stunned. “Your highness, have you hit your head? Have you lost your memories?”
You sniffled, shaking your head. “No…”
“Oh dear… Surely you know that you are these lands ruler and your favourite pastimes are watching the unworthy get mutilated, yes?”
She diagnosed you with memory loss.
You, not even sure how you could explain you’re from a different universe, just played along and agreed to have forgotten everything. It was too much work to try and explain, and the panic in your gut made you too breathless to even explain why seeing gore like that would make you sick.
As your solution… Shoko prescribed that the jester be with you at all times. As he knew you the best. What a great doctor.
Great.
You were sat in some ominous throne room now, your favourite place, he said. The throne was from iron and dark wood, cold as you sat. The afternoons sun high in the sky.
The court jester was in front of you, a wide smile on his face. “It seems my dearest queen is in need of proper healing, and I, the brave Satoru, shall be the one to save you!”
You sighed, leaning back and placing your hands on your lap. “Could you just… start from the beginning… and explain who I am?”
Satoru’s eyes got brighter, getting giddy, flexing his fingers. “Of course! For story telling is my forte!”
“You see, you were the king’s daughter, the princess! Tall and short, big and small…princes and noblemen wanted you! And your father wanted to wed you to one.” He pranced around, using his arms and hands to show the descriptions.
“But you! Never did want any of them…” he pretended to droop, folding down. But then popped right back up.
“So, you came up with the wisest plan! Stab-stab-stabbing your father on your eighteenth birthday! No more men would try to court you, he would not force you to marry no longer!”
You blinked and looked down at your hands. You hadn’t done any of that… but why did the sudden feeling of guilt seep in.
“It was a joyous day! You became queen, took over the lands! The first taste of blood made you go mad! I had been just a lowly foolish man in the court, but you, my grace, took me in and held me close!’’ He grinned, proudly pointing at himself. “For I can and will do anything that pleases the queen! My duty is to make you happy!”
You frowned at that, eyes lifting to meet his bright ones. “How is... torturing others something that makes me happy, how is what happened this morning… something I like?”
He clapped his hands together and tilted his head. “Truthfully, I do not know! But you seemed the most at ease then. That is why you’d like to have some entertainment in the mornings, making your days start off well!”
You tried not to grimace, remembering the scene again.
Satoru pouted, stepping closer and dropping down to his knees in front of your throne, eyes going doe while giving you a pitiful look. “I was very sad when you didn’t like my gig at breakfast, I hoped I hadn’t done anything wrong.” He laid his head down on your dresses thick skirt, face mushed into the fabric while looking up at you. Satoru’s hat almost slipping off. For some reason you liked seeing him so pathetic. You weren’t some sadist... just a regular woman, is what you told yourself.
Then he pushed himself up and spread his arms widely, a happy expression now on. “But now I feel much better! Knowing my sweet queen is just a bit sick and she had forgotten. I’m honoured to help her get back into shape!”
You spent rest of the day wandering around the castle, Satoru tagging along and yapping about the things you’ve allegedly done in each hall and corner.
“Here is where you sliced a man’s arm off and slapped him with it.” He commented about some study room.
“Here we held a ball and the prince from the southlands tried to ask your hand for a dance but you sliced his throat!” The grand ballroom.
“Here you kept someone nailed to the wall!” The lounge.
“This is my favourite, in the kitchen where you practiced throwing cleavers at severed heads!”
The more you walked, the more you heard. The image of the lady you were embodying now was a cruel one. A villainise. At least she hadn’t eaten anyone… right?
“Have I ever… cannibalized someone?”
“No! Not that I can remember… Is that something you desire to try, my queen?” Satoru grinned, eyes sparkling, as if your question was a sign your memories were coming back.
“Not really...” You murmured, looking at a large painting you passed by. Nothing but gore depicted on it.
A cold shiver ran down your spine. The stories he told made your arms feel heavier, as if the burden of all of those lives and cruel acts were taking form as calluses on your skin and consciousness.
The sun fell and the moon came out.
You had found something that resembled a garden, but all the flowers and plants in it were either thorny or toxic to touch.
A stone bench was near a pond and roses. You found some peace and quiet, finally. Satoru’s ramblings had made you start to spiral a bit.
The stars were pretty, you didn’t recognize any of the constellations. The nights sky was different here too. How strange.
“Ah… you look as lovely as ever, sitting in the moonlight, my queen.”
You let out a small groan, eyes staying focused on the twinkling dots. “Leave me be.”
“But Shoko told me to always be with you, no matter what! It’s prescribbeddd!” His voice chirped back. Those damn soft bells again.
Satoru stood behind you, leaning over to look down at your face, covering the sky. Those bright eyes looked unnaturally bright.
“Would I have slit someone’s throat if they got this close in my personal space?” You scoffed, hand already reaching up to try and shove at him… you would never push someone, you weren’t mean. Why did you have the urge to do something like that? Must just be the stress.
“Of course! But not me, you did love me!” He gave you a cocky grin before his body twisted and he plopped down beside you, an arm around your shoulders, fingers already subtly rubbing your clothed arm.
You just rolled your eyes and looked down into the pond. Nothing was swimming around in it.
“If the queen- sorry, me, if I was so cruel, why have you stayed with me? Do I not scare you?” You asked, eyes not leaving the still water.
Satoru giggled, squeezing you a bit closer to him, face turned to watch your side profile. “I told you! I was just some jester in a court where nobody liked my humour… you did though! I knew the first time I made you have that look in your eyes, I was meant to be yours! Made me your official court fool. I am forever thankful.”
That didn’t really explain much but you just gave a short nod.
Y’know, you had assumed that the rule of Satoru being near you at all times to help ‘make you gain your memories back’ would only apply during the day.
Not in your damn quarters. When you were trying to sleep.
On one side of the bed, you had your purring Kitty, that traitor loving life here, and on the other side…
A bare, messy haired and bright blue-eyed jester. Not an ounce of sleep in his face.
You sandwiched in the middle of the two annoying shits.
“Did you really have to be naked?” You groaned, throwing an arm over your eyes.
You had on a lovely nightgown.
“Your majesty, I sleep best with no clothes!”
“Stop sounding so excited all the time.”
“Aww... you don’t mean that!” He reached under the duvet, trying to tickle your side.
The arm from your face quickly moved and smacked him right across the face.
Smack!
The room went silent.
You glanced over to him. Satoru was making a surprised expression, lips forming a small o and eyes wider, if that was somehow possible.
You panicked, pulling your hand back and sitting up. “Shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, does it hurt?”
A grin broke his shocked expression, matching you and bouncing up, hands grabbing onto your arms. The bedsheet pooled around his hips, a lean, yet muscular and rather inviting chest and body being shown to you.
“Hit me again! Your grace! It is you; I knew you’d start being yourself again!” He looked happy, hand trying to grab yours, bringing it to his stinging cheek.
You gave him an odd look, contemplating If you wanted to shove him out of your bed or just turn around and pretend he wasn’t there.
But your hand pulled back and lightly gave him another smack. What was coming over you?
Satoru let out a small whimper, leaning forward and using both hands to hold your wrist, nuzzling into the palm of your hand, lips about to start placing kisses.
You felt a hot blush creep up your neck and ears, pulling your arm away and flopping back down, pulling the covers over your face. “Goodnight.”
Kitty glanced over to you two before yawning and curling back up again.
Time surely had passed. Maybe a week? Maybe more? Who knew.
The role you were given started to grow on you.
Doing your royal duties, getting used to the servants at your beck and call. Your subjects were terrified of you, even If you did try to be nice when someone would come for advice.
The morning “show” was actually starting to get entertaining. Watching some wrongdoer get cut, ripped, burnt… it really did have you start out your day right. Satoru was only happy to see you grow to like such things once again.
Whatever was happening to you, you liked it. Maybe it was your body and soul finally accepting the evil queen’s mind. Maybe it was your deepest whims surfacing. That damn office job had you acting normal, here? Oh, here, you could do whatever and get away with it.
And having a stupid jester around wasn’t too bad, he did often say silly things or act cute to get you to crack a smile... or smack him, he liked that too.
You were at the gallows in the courtyard today. But not to hang anyone.
A group of bandits had tried to rob some local shoe maker and cobbler, killing the old man in the process.
You stood in front of the four young men, an axe in hand. A gorgeous black gown and lace gloves matching the handle.
The audience was full, from the castle servants to some farmers joining, wanting to witness the first beheading in a while.
Truthfully, you had never tried to chop anyone’s heads off with the means of a heavy axe but we all have to experience everything once, right?
Swing!
You missed the first mans throat… and the blade got stuck in the side of his face.
The scream he let out made you wince, the onlookers gasping and the other three in line started to panic.
“Oops… sorry.” You gave a nervous smile before pulling the heavy weapon back up, the deep gash from the guy’s face started to pour out blood, it seeping trough the wooden boards and pooling underneath the platform.
“Stay still…” You whispered, arms lifting the axe up high again.
Swing!
This time you got it, a clean shop, some would say.
The head went rolling off and some knights were already preparing a spear to shove it on.
Chop!
Swing!
Crack!
Went rolling the other three, meeting their friend.
Satoru, standing nearby on the platforms edge started to clap, bouncing around and shouting praises for your strength and justice. Even if you gave them probably painful deaths by your lack of inexperience.
The crowd did so too, but more in a terrified way, not wanting to displease you.
Everywhere you went, you felt the fear and respect. It made you all giddy inside. Was this how your boss felt?
Damn, had a month passed already? You weren’t mad about it.
You especially weren’t mad about how close you had gotten with the court jester too. Satoru still stayed with you everywhere you went, slept in your room. On the floor, if he annoyed you too much. Though nothing sexual had happened… besides him hugging or tickling you to be a cunt. Kissed your hand and kneeled before you. The things every silly fool did.
Sometimes you trying to use modern vocabulary didn’t land well. Especially about sex or genitalia. They sure were prudes…
“And so, I told this man, if he ever tries to cheat on me ever again, I’ll rip off his dick and shove it down his throat.” You were casually conversing with Satoru at dinner once, talking about some bad relationship you had, trying not to mention the world you came from too much, but you assumed that issues like cheating were still happening here.
But your words made him blankly stare at you, mouth full but pausing its chewing. “Is that... supposed to be humour or are you telling the truth, my queen?”
“A joke, I guess. I thought it was funny.”
“A joke too far, my lady…”
You sat in your throne, Kitty in your lap. You slowly stroked her back while peasants and common folk came to ask for advice. Satoru, ever the loyal jester stayed beside you, playing around with some bones that were laying around, juggling them or throwing one or two at a guest you didn’t like. How sweet.
How boring. But since you had the mentality of someone from the 21st century and not… whoever knows this era, you gave them answers they had never heard before.
Example.
“Your grace… My husband and I wish to have children, but we can’t conceive. What shall we do?”
“Adopt one, easy.” You waved your hand around.
“A..adopt? What is that?”
“You know… take someone else’s child as your own. Next!” You didn’t mention taking one that needed a home and not kidnaping one, but yknow, details.
Or…
“Your majesty, how do I teach my child how to read and write if I do not know how to?”
“Send them to school.”
“What is school?”
“Education.”
“But isn’t that just for church or royalty?”
“I shall build a school for everyone. Next!”
See, you weren’t bad at your job. And you had a heart.
After the long line was finally done, you stretched, letting Kitty off of your lap to go wander around. Probably just to her room. Yes, she had a room. All for her fluffy butt.
Satoru took the opportunity to lean down to you, bells jingling and a hand reached to pet your styled hair. “My goodness. Watching you at work sure is exciting.”
“Are you being sarcastic?” you scoffed, smacking his hand away. You looked up at him, still that same white and royal blue outfit on, the lacy cuffs and collar making him look extra pretty, maybe even handsome. Fuckable. Huh? Who said that? You just shook your head, getting the thought to leave.
“My queen! Of course not.” Satoru gave you a teasing grin, folding back up and placing his hands on his hips. “We should have a feast, in honour of your memories coming back!” He suddenly announced.
Oh yeah, you forgot you were still trying to ‘regain’ these memories, but it seemed you had a hang of this evil lady thing so they deemed you were back to normal.
You weren’t a lightweight by any means, but this damn wine was making you a bit too tipsy too fast.
Blame it on the alcohol really, and damn Satoru for being so hot… that stupid clown getup… his eyelashes… you wanted to tie him down and use him. Where did this thought even come from?
You weren’t questioning your actions once you were back in your chambers, nails digging into the sides of his face while having an open mouth, drooly make out session, tongues slow and heavy but needy.
You both had stumbled here together, or well… you had dragged him here. But Satoru really wasn't complaining.
His own hands were on your sides, your hips, trying to grope at your ass and thighs. That stupidly thick dress not giving him any access. You only noticed how filthy it was once you both hit the bed and you fell on top of him, the drool from your chin dripping down onto his. “Toru…mn… you taste so sweet…” You drunkenly babbled into his upper lip.
You could hear him breathlessly laugh, trying to mumble something back. “The wiinnee… youmnn… my lady… taste even better.”
You definitely weren't questioning anything when his hands fumbled with your corset and the laces holding your gown together.
His jester hat went flying across the bedroom, it rattling for a bit.
Next you tore at his clothes. It got to the point where his upper half was out and Satorus greedy fingers had managed to tug down the collar of your dress, tits spilling out.
Obviously he had to start sucking on a nipple while his hands tried to pry the overly complex dress off of you. His hungry mouth nipping and lapping at the hardening bud.
Your hands gripped into his shoulders, not doing jack to help the poor guy. Too busy moaning about your boob being eaten.
Eventually he did get it open, you pushed him away to take everything else off yourself, the corset, the gown, the underskirt, the underclothes and stockings. Allll gone and pooling on the dark wood floor. Except one thing. The laces from your corset.
You climbed back on top of him, head spinning a bit but you had a clear goal.
Satoru gave you a goofy grin, spreading his legs while sliding the last of his outfit down too, proudly letting his girthy cock free.
Where was all of that hiding in his jester outfit- you had no time to question it.
Before you reached your goal you needed to have a quick tase, dropping your head down too start licking hot, wet stripes uppp from the base to the leaky tip. Gobs of precum being swallowed up by your drunken tongue.
"Y..your majesty!" he moaned out, bordering on a whimper. His hands holding on to the sheets, doing their best to hold on to the bedsheets and not grip onto your hair.
You slurped on it a bit more until you could feel his hips try to fuck up into your throat. "Be still… tooruuu… ah… gimme your hands…" You slurred out, getting back up on your knees and reaching for his wrists.
He was obedient to his Queen, of course.
You somehow tied a perfect bow. his hands were up together, tied to the headboard, behind his back.
Satoru whimpered, eyes making a pleading look while his cock twitched. "Will you…will…"
"Shhhuhhhss…" You giggled, crawling on top of him again, placing wet kisses on his jaw before shifting and squatting over his needy, pink tipped dick.
He watched with a hungry, drunken expression. Satorus eyes zeroing in on the sight of your puffy pussy lips… "My queen… can i…"
"I said, shut up!" you groaned, giving his face a quick slap. Enough to make him snap out of it. That familiar, toothy grin showing up again.
"My ladyyyy… again..!"
You rolled your eyes, bringing your own hand up to your mouth, licking at the fingers.
Satoru's bottom lip got caught between his teeth, trying not to moan while watching you bring that same hand down to give your drooly pussy a few weettt slaps.
His hips twitched up… your cunt being right about his dick. Oh how desperate Toru was watching you start rubbing your clit, watching you start to breathe heavier, watching you start nudging a finger inside.
Oh how he gasped the same time you sank it to the knuckle.
You fingered yourself, the mess you were making was starting to drip down on top of his poor cock. The sound Satoru made was like heaven to your ears.
You gave him some mercy and sat down on it, not inside but just on it, starting to slide back and forth.
You shoved the pussy juice covered fingers in his mouth, watching hims suck and lick on them with glee.
You helped the tip slip inside your wet hole, a pleased sound leaving your throat once it was comfortably inside.
Satoru thought you were going to be the one riding him but then you pushed yourself back up, squatting over him and leaning down, tits in his face.
The tip was still inside, his hips lifting to follow it, to follow the gooey walls squeezing it. "Mmnmm… my lady…"
You smiled. Pulling the hand back and cupping your face with both hands, making a point of you not putting in effort anymore. "Go on then, work for it, you pathetic fool." You bounced your hips a bit to encourage him.
Satoru whined, pushing his legs up and using his knees to lift up his hips, starting to thrust up into you, bound hands straining.
"Ahhm… My…my… your majesty… you feel so good… so soso good… " he slurred back, hips faltering and his knees gave in, sliding his feet and laying flat down again, tip about to slip out too. "A..ahhhm… msorry… so sorry…i…hn!"
smack!
You gave him another slap, a bit harder this time. "Keep going, cmon, you can do better than that."
Satoru's white eyelashes fluttered, face flushed from the slap, chest rising and falling before he did his best and hoisted his hips up in the air again, this time using all of his strength to fuck up into your cunt.
The sounds were animalistic and wet, heavy balls slapping up against your ass.
He was putting in so much effort you had to lean over to grab into the headboard for balance.
"My lady…mhss…shit… oh…!" he moaned out, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. "May i… may i…c..cum?"
You weren't any better, lowering your hips a bit to help his cock reach up deeper.
You slurred out some sort of confirmation. "Yesyesyesyes! Yes Satoru!"
With one last final thrust and a grind from your hips he shot a hot, goopy load up into you, covering your walls with thick cum.
You fully sat down, gasping for air while keeping the cock buried to the hilt down, giving it a few more bounces to reach your own orgasm.
So glad Kitty wasn't around to witness this.
You stayed like that for a while with him, releasing his bound wrists and hugging. The cum was slowly beading out of you.
The alcohol made you feel all fuzzy and hot, even after the high. You decided to just rest your eyes for a moment, cuddled up with the court jester.
A sleepy sensation flooded your senses, yawning…. and you went limp, face smushed into his warm, comfortable chest.
BZZ BZZ BZZ..
The sound of an alarm clock buzzing woke you up. You hadn't heard that in so long… shit.
Shit.
SHIT.
Your eyes snapped open.
You were in your bed, naked and sore- but you were back in your home. Even Kitty looked pissed, growling as he woke up nearby.
Aw man.
Guess you had to go to work.
Yoon's notes: this took way too fucking long, i reread it and hate all of it . HOPE U LIKE IT THO
this was for my loves @liliklei COLLLABB EVENTT I LOVE UU
This will be one of my last fics i do before i go in full writing hiatus, req and pt2s and ideas i have planned will get written but a lotttt slower or in a few months </3 i will still be here to reblog, reply and talk to my mooties <33 and prolly will drop shorter fics/stuff so bewaree (exam season)
