Hello, I love your writings! I saw your req is open and Im craving for some Satoru fic :3
Just reader that kinda enabled FTM!Satoru to do whatever he likes (umm we are just too in love and trusting), but let’s say Satoru went overboard at one point and we need to remind him to behave.
We gotta include spanking in this one OwO just imagine him soaking the mattress from oversensitivity and pleasure, body twitching uncontrollably and fat tears going down his soft face. Ughhh ><
In Hand
────────────────────────────────────────────
synopsis: satoru brats out and gets spanked and fucked.
pairing: ftm! gojo X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated, a bit short but oh well
warning: dacryphilia, squirting, spanking, ftm gojo, rough sex, overstimulation
────────────────────────────────────────────
The club was packed with sorcerers and civilians alike, with the occasional flare of cursed energy in the corners where people were showing off. You were relaxed against the bar, drink in hand, when it happened.
Satoru had been glued to your side all night, one arm draped possessively around your waist, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to your temple like he was marking territory. A visiting sorcerer from another clan, clearly a few drinks deep and overly confident, approached you while Satoru was momentarily distracted ordering more drinks.
The man leaned in too close, voice low and flirtatious. “Didn’t expect to see someone like you here tonight. Mind if I buy you another drink?”
His fingers brushed against your arm.
The temperature in the immediate area dropped. Satoru was suddenly there, Six Eyes glowing dangerously bright behind his sunglasses. Without a word, he activated Blue and cursed energy surged forward, aimed directly at the man’s face.
The man stumbled back with a shout, hands flying up to shield his eyes as the technique nearly blinded him. Gasps and yells erupted around you. People scrambled away, creating a sudden circle of empty space.
Immediately your hand shot out to clamp down on Satoru’s wrist like a vice before he could escalate further. “We’re done here,” you said, voice filled with anger.
You dragged him through the crowd, ignoring the stares and whispers. Satoru didn’t even try to resist, but he was still vibrating with jealousy, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips even as you pulled him outside into the cool night air.
The car ride home was dead silent. Satoru kept glancing at you from the passenger seat, that cocky little grin never fully disappearing, like he was waiting to see exactly how you’d punish him for the mess he’d caused.
The moment the apartment door clicked shut, you didn’t waste time.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Satoru obeyed, but he moved with deliberate slowness to tease you, hips swaying just enough to test you. Once inside, you told him, “Everything off except my shirt.”
He stripped slowly, peeling away his clothes until he was left in nothing but your oversized black button-up. The hem barely covered the tops of his thighs. He looked up at you with bright, expectant eyes, cheeks already faintly flushed.
You sat on the edge of the bed first, then pointed to your lap.
“Face down. Ass up. Legs spread.”
Satoru’s breath hitched. He crawled onto your lap, pressing his chest and cheek into the pillow, arching his back deeply so his ass was presented high. The shirt rode up completely, exposing his smooth, pale cheeks and the slick, puffy folds of his cunt already glistening with arousal.
You took your time rubbing slow circles over his ass, letting the anticipation build until he was squirming. “You don’t get to decide who looks at me, Satoru,” you said calmly, voice low. “That’s my job.”
The first hard spank echoed sharply. Satoru jolted forward with a gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets. You didn’t pause, raining heavy smacks one after another, turning his pale skin a bright, stinging pink, then a deeper red.
Every impact made his ass jiggle and forced more slick to drip from his cunt onto your lap. His thighs eventually started trembling. When you felt the familiar flicker of Infinity trying to wrap around him, you reached between his legs and pinched his swollen clit hard in warning. Satoru cried out, hips bucking wildly as the technique vanished.
“No hiding,” you growled, spanking him harder. “You caused a fucking scene tonight just because someone looked at me.”
Tears quickly gathered in his eyes. His soft, flushed face pressed harder into the pillow as broken moans and whimpers spilled out. The more you spanked him, the wetter he got, forming a growing soaked patch beneath him.
By the time his ass was a vivid, glowing red, Satoru was sobbing openly. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking the fabric. His whole body twitched uncontrollably with every strike, cunt clenching and drooling messily.
You kept the rhythm merciless, pushing him straight through his first orgasm. His pussy pulsed hard, squirting messily onto the mattress as violent shudders ripped through him. You didn’t stop, spanking him through the overstimulation until a second, even stronger orgasm crashed into him. His hips jerked and twitched wildly, another gush of slick flooding out while broken apologies and moans filled the room.
“I’m sorry-! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again- please- ahh~!”
Tears streamed freely down his pretty face. Only then did you decide to take mercy on his ass. You let the silence linger for a moment, one hand gently rubbing over Satoru’s glowing red ass while he continued to twitch and whimper into the pillow.
His cunt was a complete mess- puffy, flushed dark, and still pulsing visibly. He looked utterly debauched: face buried in the tear-soaked pillow, ass raised high, legs trembling, your shirt bunched up around his waist.
You took a long moment just to admire him- your strong, untouchable Satoru reduced to this trembling, leaking, teary-eyed mess because of you.
Only when his breathing started to even out slightly did you move. You lifted him up and repositioned him to be lying flat on the mattress. You shifted behind him, knees planted on the bed as you gripped his hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. The head of your cock nudged against his dripping entrance, sliding slowly up and down along his slick, puffy folds.
Satoru let out a broken, needy whine, hips instinctively trying to push back against you, desperate for more. “Stay still,” you ordered quietly, voice low and firm. Your grip tightened on his hips, holding him exactly where you wanted.
He whimpered in protest but obeyed, fingers twisting tighter into the sheets.
Then you pushed in.
A wrecked moan tore from Satoru’s throat as your thick cock stretched his oversensitive walls. Even though he was soaked and sloppy, the slow stretch made his whole body jerk and shudder violently. His cunt fluttered and clenched around every inch you gave him, greedy and pulsing like it couldn’t decide whether it was too much or not enough.
“F-fuuuck…” he sobbed, voice hoarse and cracking. “You’re so deep ahh-!”
You kept pushing until you bottomed out completely, hips pressed flush against his reddened ass. You stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting him feel every thick inch stretching him open while his body twitched and spasmed around you.
Then you started moving- slow, grinding rolls of your hips that dragged heavily against every sensitive spot inside him. You forced him to feel exactly who owned him.
Satoru’s moans turned into broken, hiccuping cries as you fucked him through the overstimulation. Fresh tears slipped down his flushed cheeks while his cunt continued to pulse and leak around your cock with every slow thrust.
“You’re mine,” you murmured against his shoulder, voice rough. “I spoil you rotten because I love you… but I guess I always need to remind you who you belong to when you need it.”
He nodded frantically, babbling soft, teary apologies and “yours, yours, only yours” between moans as you continued fucking him slow and deep.
When a weak orgasm finally hit, his cunt squeezed around you like a vice, squirting messily around your cock and dripping down onto the bed.
By the time you finally chased your own release, Satoru was barely coherent- moaning and whimpering your name like it was the only word he remembered. You buried yourself to the hilt and came hard, filling him up with thick, deep pulses. His body shuddered violently at the feeling, another small twitchy orgasm ripping through him.
You stayed inside him for a long while afterward, gently stroking his back and sides while he trembled beneath you. Eventually you pulled out carefully, a thick trail of mixed cum and slick leaking from his used cunt.
Satoru collapsed completely onto the soaked mattress with a broken little sigh. You flipped him over gently and pulled him into your arms. He immediately clung to you like a lifeline, face buried in your chest, legs tangled with yours, arms wrapped tight around your waist. His whole body was still twitching faintly, soft sniffles escaping as the last tears dried on his cheeks.
You pressed slow kisses to the top of his head, his damp forehead, and the bridge of his nose. “I’ve got you,” you whispered. “Behave next time, baby.”
Satoru nodded weakly against your chest, already half-asleep. “…Love you,” he mumbled, voice tiny and hoarse.
His breathing evened out within minutes, body heavy and exhausted in your arms. You held him close, one hand gently rubbing his sore ass, the other carding through his messy white hair as he slept.
heeeeeeeeeeeyyyyy.... how y'all doin'... mind if I just spit my shit and go? yeah? aight, cool cool cool.
FRANKLY, no one's give a fuckin' fanta whatcha got goin' on in your pants, so long as you're strong enough to absolutely beat this shit outta anyone who tries to say some bigoted shit to your face. that ain't the case for many, but, in satoru's case... this is his world and we're all just livin' it.
before anyone complains about trigger warnings— gojo's gotta cunt in this, reader's giving him head.
now, listen listen listen, lemme tell ya right now that gojo doesn't really date, in fact, he prefers not to, unless someone truly sparks his interest, which in and of itself is a goddamn rarity. fortunately, you appeared to be one of the lucky cases to actually peak his interest. let's not get into the details on how the rizzler absolutely rizzed you into his funky ass shed he calls a home, let's focus on when ya both start strippin' like chicken.
coochie-having gojo! takes you back to his place and you're already kicking off your shoes in unison, clumsy steps, and messy kissing.
coochie-having gojo! who makes ya forget your manners when he's suckin' on your tongue 'n stealin' your breath, effectively cutting the oxygen from your brain while simultaneously givin' ya his own.
coochie-having gojo! leads you to his couch, forcing you down on it while he grins like the deviant he is, sunglasses still prime and pretty on his face.
coochie-having gojo! makes a show just for you as you sit there in anticipation, watching him teasingly tug down the zipper of his pants.
coochie-having gojo! who's too fuckin' impatient for his own game and is already ripping off his pants and padded briefs, dripping cunt on display.
coochie-having gojo's pussy is just as pretty as the rest of him, and yes, the curtains match the drapes.
coochie-having gojo! doesn't like it when people ogle too much, but doesn't mind if you take a second or two to admire him in all his beauty, he knows he's pretty, but he's impatient, remember?
coochie-having gojo! makes it his duty to prop up a slender leg on the couch and puts his fat cunt right in your face, getting the 4K, 1080p full view of his pretty pink wetness, glistening with arousal, with a nicely trimmed happy trail of pubic hair.
coochie-having gojo! was definitely a twink at some point, but he'd been bulking up recently and there was something so intense about such an intimidating, muscular man looking down at you with his drooling pussy in your face, smirking like an incubus in disguise.
coochie-having gojo! clicks his tongue in wait as you admire him some more, but he grins when you finally lean forward to give his clit a couple of experimental licks, a hand resting on his thick thigh. you may or may not have eaten anyone out before, but something was so enticing about him.
coochie-having gojo! is demanding, you already knew that, but you hadn't expected him to act so rashly when you barely just got through the door but you still complied.
coochie-having gojo! is so vocal when you flick your tongue around his clit and dip your tongue between his folds, his hips jutting forward to fuck your face every once in a while. obviously you're doing a good job seeing how his legs would occasionally shake, thighs twitching as you continued to devour him.
coochie-having gojo! who whimpers when you rip the first orgasm out of him, fluttering around your tongue as he grips onto the top of your head. you give him not chance for recon before entering a finger into him and lapping at his oversensitive bundle of nerves. you have him shaking like a leaf, leaning most of his weight on the leg still firmly pressed down onto the couch.
coochie-having gojo! is so fuckin' annoying but god does his cum taste good and his pussy is even more addictive. you can't help but to grab at his thighs, digging your nails into them so harshly that crescent indents show up on his skin. the way you're ferociously eating him out has him gasping for air as you grab him by the ass and bring him closer to your face until your buried in his cunt, nose nudging at his clit while your tongue thrashed wildly inside him, tasting every inch of his walls.
coochie-having gojo! only lets himself become a lil' week after the second orgasm as he pulls away from your mouth, looking down at your drenched chin and dazed face. he grins at you and pats your cheek, seemingly pleased with your skill, and with his movements your grip on his ass has loosened, palms sliding along until they've rested back on his meaty thighs. and he speaks, your name leaving his lips so tender and intimately that you felt your heart flutter.
"didn't know you'd be decent at giving head... might have to keep you around a little longer, y/n. let's take this to my room, ya passed my test."
