7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN 10 MINUTES IN HELL- GOJO SATORU
synopsis♱ ‣ Satoru’s snarky remarks always get him into trouble, but can he put his money where his mouth is in a challenge when the moment he comes is the moment he loses.
cw♱ ‣ gender neutral reader (female anatomy), blowjob, handjob, slight rimjob, nipple play, pussyjob, dom!reader, dry humping, pet names (baby, bunny, princess), mentions of cum eating, mentions of oral sex (fem!receiving)
word count♱ ‣ 1.9k words
authors note♱ ‣ This is my first time writing smut, but definitely not the last. I hope you enjoy!
partone parttwo
♱ explicit content! minors do not interact ♱
Your core pulses as Satoru’s hands glide up the sides of your thighs to grab feverishly at your ass and hips. Your lips are locked in a constant battle for dominance, tongues searching for the other’s as you lie atop him, thighs straddling his narrow hips. Your pussy is perched on his hard-on, which is already throbbing from your prior fondling and grinding, with only your underwear and his as separation.
After a stressful day at work, you’d entered your shared apartment, only to be swooped up by your eager boyfriend and carried to your bedroom for some much-needed TLC. You had, quite foolishly, thought that your incessantly cocky boyfriend would keep his usual teasing remarks to himself in favour of a destressing dick-down, but those thoughts flew out the window as you felt a smirk stretch across his lips.
“You’re always so eager to get into my pants, baby. Knew you couldn’t last a day without me. Bet you’re close to cumming already.” He whispers against your lips.
Confidence drips off his tongue in droves, despite the fact that it was Satoru who couldn’t even wait until you had set your bag down at the entrance before whisking you away in his arms. After a long day of dealing with arrogant men, it was the last thing you wanted to hear when in need of relaxation and a release, despite its obvious truth.
Sitting up, you glare down at him, wishing for nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. The wheels turn in your head before your smirk mirrors his.
“We both know that sentiment applies to you more than me, and to prove it, how about a little game.”
You know Satoru isn’t one to back down from a challenge, and when he readily agrees, you almost snicker at how easily he had fallen into your clutches.
You appraise his unsuspecting face before continuing. “If I can make you come in 10 minutes without penetration, you’ll be my slave for the next week. If I lose, I’ll be your slave for a week. Deal?”
His smirk grows ten-fold, and you can’t wait until it evaporates into thin air, just like his chances of winning your strategically set up game.
“Oh, Bunny.” He coos with mock sympathy. “You’re setting yourself up for failure here, but I must say I’m looking forward to having you as my slave for a week.”
You choose to ignore his taunting and, instead, reach over to your nightstand, grab your phone and set a 10-minute timer.
Before pressing start, you lean down to the shell of his ear and whisper, “In your dreams, ‘Toru.” You press start on the timer, and plop it onto the other side of the bed, without looking, before you place a playful kiss on his ear.
Having been together for 3 years, you’re keenly aware of all Satoru’s weak spots and you intend to exploit them all tonight.
Peeking your tongue out from between your lips, you gently swipe it along the rim of his ear before sucking the lobe into your mouth. You feel his body twitch slightly, but other than the slight tightening of his grasp on your hips, he makes no other moves.
Your lips pepper kisses down the side of his neck, each occasional suction met with a deep inhale, as your fingers slide up his sides before landing on his muscular chest. You experimentally swipe your index finger over his right nipple. Twitch. Then the left. Twitch and a deep inhale. You can no longer hold off the smirk that graces your lips as you continue to trail kisses down his neck to his awaiting chest, where a rosy blush has blossomed.
If not for the looming time restrictions, you would have taken your time in teasing him. Instead, you drag your flattened tongue over his hardened left nipple before suctioning it into your wet mouth. From previous experience, you know his left nipple was more sensitive that the right, so when his back rises off the bed slightly and a deep groan resounds in his chest, you silently cheer in triumph. You move onto the right nipple, replaying your ministration, and, in return, you’re rewarded with another, slightly softer, groan.
Despite his betraying reactions, Satoru is nothing if not defiant. “Baby, you’re wasting your time. There’s no way I’ll come from this.”
Poor little baby. He has no idea. His chest glows red but you choose not to comment.
Without saying anything, you slide down along his body, purposefully grinding back on his length causing his hips to buck. You move back until you’re kneeling between his open thighs, your kisses trailing a path down to his lower abdomen. Your fingers dance around the waistband of his boxers before sinking in slightly.
You take a moment to look up and drink in your boyfriend’s features for a second, where you’re met with a pink-cheeked, dreamy-eyed Satoru. His breathing is deeper than usual, and you mentally swoon at the bulging muscles in his arms as he grips the pillow situated beneath his head. His expectant gaze, however, reminds you of the task at hand.
Your fingers reach further into his boxers before pulling them down and off of his never-ending legs, leaving your boyfriend stark naked. The body that Satoru spends day in and day out training lies before you, covered in a sheen of sweat and a dusting of pink. He has never looked more submissive and erotic, and you wish you had the time to admire him longer.
But in the middle of all that perfection, however, lies something equally as mouth-watering. In all its 8-inch glory, Satoru’s dick, topped with lickable veins and droplets of precum, is a sight for sore eyes. If people thought his eyes were pretty, wait until they feasted their eyes on his dick. Not that you would ever allow it.
Without missing a beat, you grab a hold of his girthy cock and attach your lips to the head, placing light kisses down his shaft. A shiver passes through your boyfriend and his grip tightens on his pillow.
Once you reach his heavy balls, you take one into your awaiting mouth and simultaneously work your right hand up and down his length, flicking your wrist once you reach the tip and tightening your grip just the way you know he likes. Your left hand runs up and down his juicy thighs that flex every so often before softly grasping the neglected ball and massaging it gently.
His hips, once again, lift off of the bed and a deep, barely restrained groan leaves his mouth. You watch as his abs clench in pleasure, before giving the left sack equal attention. Your hand continues working his shaft, using his precum as lube and you relish in the way it throbs. Popping his ball out of your mouth and giving each one last kiss, you travel lower, giving his perinium one long, prodding lick from rim to balls. Satoru’s dick and body twitch in unison, and the smirk returns to your lips.
You don’t think you’ve heard fewer words out of your boyfriend’s mouth during sex and you feel immensely pleased with yourself for having shut the infamous Gojo Satoru up. His silence is short-lived, however.
Trailing even lower, you spread his legs wider and nudge the tip of your tongue over the rim of his asshole. In response his legs jerk and another groan slips from beneath his gritted teeth.
“Fuck.” Although whispered quietly, you still manage to catch the expletive as it leaves his lips. “Don’t stop, baby.”
Your laugh vibrates through your body as your hand continues its ceaseless strokes. “I thought you wanted me as your slave, ‘Toru? It doesn’t seem like you’re trying very hard to win.”
“This is nothing, baby.” His breathing begins to turn shallow.
Despite his confident words, you feel the tell-tale throbbing of Satoru’s member, signalling that he was on the prepuce of orgasm.
Returning to your knees, you grab hold of his shaft with both hands and you both watch as a glob of spit slowly leaves your mouth and drips down onto the head. Your mouth follows soon after as you encase his tip in a tight suction, your hands never letting up, a mixture of your spit and his precum tantalising your tastebuds.
He can no longer hide the tremble of his thighs and how his head flails from side to side in pleasure. You know that you have victory in the bag, but you decide to take a risk in favour of making Satoru eat his words, despite the fact that you’re unaware of how long you have left of the challenge. Right before he’s about to come, you withdraw completely and watch a mixture of shock, agony and relief cross his features.
Breathlessly, he stutters, “Wha…Why?”
“I’m not done with you yet, baby.” You mock with a saccharine smile.
You quickly peel your panties from your drenched thighs before straddling his hips once more. Immediately, your hips drop and your pussy rests on his aching dick. You’d been wet since you’d reached your bedroom and by now your slick had begun dripping from between your thighs, covering the entirety of Satoru’s dick as you glide along his length.
With each grind your clit throbs and your eyes flutter in pure ecstasy. His hands have returned to your hips in a bruising hold, aiding your movements as you rotate your hips in tight circles over his tip before sliding back down. The moans and words of appraisal that leave his lips are music to your ears and spur you to move your hips that much faster.
By now, Satoru’s eyes have closed as a last resort in regaining his composure and to ward off his impending orgasm, but you had one last trick up your sleeve. Reaching up, you switch between grabbing at your breasts and tweaking your hard nipples.
“Open your eyes, Satoru.” You demand in a tone that he can in no way disobey and the sight before him is his undoing; blatant fondling, swollen lips and a wet friction between his legs.
“Fuck, Bunny! I can’t. I’m cumming!”. With one last groan, Satoru simultaneously thrusts up and pulls you infinitely closer to where you are joined. Spurts of white cover his belly in large quantities and you can’t wait to lick them off.
Satoru’s body eventually falls limp beneath you, limbs spread across the bed. His hair sticks to his drenched forehead and his eyes are closed in bliss as he gulps in as much air as his lungs can hold.
Beep beep.
The buzz of the alarm breaks the short silence, and you smile in victory as you turn it off.
“Too bad ‘Toru. Now then.” Your finger taps your chin in mock thought. “As my first order in command, you have to eat me out until I say stop.”
Before you even finish your sentence, you find yourself on your back with Satoru hovering above you.
“Your wish is my command, Princess. I haven’t had dinner yet and I’m starving.”
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[ID: a digital drawing of black/Asian headcanon designs for the characters Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, and Shoko Ieiri sitting and leaning on a table. They're all wearing the Jujutsu High black school uniform. Geto has dark brown skin and dark mini locs tied in a messy bun, large white plugs in his ears and dark eyes, he looks over at his friends with a smirk. Gojo grins brightly at the viewer. He has light brown skin, wears a diamond studs in his ears, his hair is a gray white twist-out and he wears circular sunglasses over glowing blue eyes. Shoko sits behind the boys, smiling with a lollipop stick in her mouth. She has medium brown skin and her dark brown hair is in a braided bob.]
