with pleasure.
cw: nsfw!! dubcon/cnc, tickling, pinning/manhandling, hatefucking, multiple positions (missionary, legs over shoulders, doggy style), overstimulation, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, g-spot stimulation, clitoral stimulation, brief nipple play, brief foot licking/kissing, ear biting, some cuddling/aftercare at the end, terms of endearment (princess, babygirl, sweetie, etc.), sarcastic use of "daddy"
a/n: hello! i'm finally back with more degenerate knismo bullshit after months of writer's block. this was heavily inspired by msbyslilbimbo's fic. it altered my brain chemistry permanently and now i can't stop thinking about hatefucking gojo satoru. please enjoy!!
"fuck you."
"love you too, princess."
"don't call me that!"
"whatever you say, babygirl."
"ugh, don't call me that either!"
another day, another headache. gojo satoru was the bane of your existence. had been ever since the two of you became partners. he was fucking insufferable, always encroaching on your personal space with both subtle and overt flirtations. his cockiness drove you insane, and his unbreakable persistence could only be described as aggravating. you've lost track of how many times you've shot him down, the number of insults you've flung to try and push him off his high horse, all of the ways creative ways you've cussed him out. nothing works. he's drawn to you like a moth to light, saying and doing whatever he can to piss you off.
it came to a head after the work party that night. after going back and forth with him for hours in front of all your exasperated colleagues, you decided that you were done being social and had retreated to your room at headquarters. you wanted to change into something more comfortable, slip off your heels and evening dress in exchange for comfortable pajamas and slippers.
but then, just as you were about to hit the showers and call it a night, you heard a loud knock at your door.
to your disdain, you discovered that it was gojo on the other side of the door, staring you down with his dark glasses hanging over the bridge of his nose, revealing the ravenous look in his cerulean blue eyes. which led to the heated exchange you were having now.
"what the hell do you want?" you frown. "i'm sure there's some poor naive girl out there somewhere, just waiting for a text back from the 'world's strongest sorcerer'. why don't you go bother her?"
you say it mockingly, but he just laughs it off. per usual.
"the other ladies can wait," he smiles. "i'm all yours tonight."
"ew. please go away."
you try to close the door on him, but he easily pushes it back open and lets himself inside. the knob hits the wall, leaving a small dent as the door slams shut behind him. you're now alone with gojo satoru, alone where no one can save you.
your heart skips a beat as you stare up at this giant, handsome, behemoth of a man who's eyeing you up like tender meat.
"don't you ever get tired of being an insufferable brat all the time?" he asks in an airy voice, piercing blue eyes fixated upon your own. "there's no way you actually hate me this much."
"leave me the fuck alone!" you snap, backing up as he intrudes on your personal space. with every step you take backwards, he takes a long stride forward, always close enough for your breath to mingle. soon your find yourself at your bedroom doorway, just a few feet away from the bed. and you know if he makes it there, it'll be the end for you.
"you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you sick."
you finally stumble and fall onto the bed, and he takes the opportunity to crawl over you. he grins down with glee. you glare up at him with contempt.
"not even in your wildest dreams."
he leers at you from his massive height with a terrifying, threatening look. as if he'll pounce at any second.
"i'll do it," he growls, his dropping to a low, deep whisper. "if it means you'll finally shut the fuck up."
"don't fucking touch me."
"or else what?" his playfulness returns in the form of a devious smirk. "you'll scream? cry? moan?"
you fight to stand back up, but he grabs your wrists and pins them besides your head, trapping you in place. and try as you might, you're unable to push him off or gain any leverage.
"i wonder what kinda freaky shit you're into," he ponders while eyeing you up, taking in the sight of your tank top straps sliding off your shoulders and the hem of your shirt riding up. "come on, be a good girl and tell daddy all about your sick, twisted fantasies."
"fuck off!!"
"that's it, keep fighting. just like that," he giggles, a deranged smile spread across his handsome face. "i like when you put up a fight."
you curl your legs into your chest and try kneeing him in the gut, but it does little to deter him. instead, he simply climbs on top of you and straddles your waist, leaving you even more exposed and vulnerable. jolts of panic strike through your heart, instilling a strange mix of fear and anticipation within.
you've never seen him this way. so unhinged, out of control, and borderline feral. it's like something inside of him finally snapped, and he could no longer hold himself back. you find yourself struggling to keep up the tough girl act as well.
but you're not quite ready to back down. not yet.
"let go of me," you warn, tugging at your wrists.
"you're not really in a position to make demands, don't you think?" he smiles, leaning down to whisper threats in your ear. "there's no escape now. i can do whatever i want."
his words frighten you, no longer containing the same lightheartedness they usually do. he's serious. he's really going to try something.
so why do you suddenly feel so turned on?
"go to hell."
"only if you're there too, sweetie."
the feeling of his breath against the shell of your ear makes you shudder. of course he notices, his smile widening as he makes his observation.
"oh? are your ears a little sensitive?" he doesn't wait for an answer. his teeth gently sink into your lobe, lips pressed against the delicate skin. you're not prepared for how intense the sensation is and cry out, a mix between a gasp and a moan.
shit.
"ahh," he purrs, soft lips pressing a kiss on the tips of your ears as he speaks. "so this is where you're weak."
before you can spit out a sharp-tongued comeback, he bites down again and elicits more embarrassing sounds out of you. you're desperate not to react too much, biting your lip and holding back the tittered noises emerging from your throat, but it's no use. his slick tongue, the deep baritone of his voice, the feeling of his silky smooth lips on a very sensitive part of you. it's enough to break down the last remnants of your walls. and when he starts to kiss a path down your neck, that's when you finally shatter.
"ahhhh!"
the first little giggle bubbles out. the sound makes him freeze in place, gears turning in his head as he grins down at you hungrily.
"you're ticklish."
you want to die. gojo satoru was the LAST person you wanted to find out about this. your life will never again know peace. but more pressing matters were at hand, such as how quickly he maneuvers his hands and yours to successfully pin them above your head with only one of his own. with his right hand now free, he immediately clamps down on your ribs before you even have a chance to protest. you burst into laughter, unable to even try and hold it back any longer. his nails dance across the dip in your waist, pinching every now and then to throw you off.
"damn, you're really ticklish," he taunts, skittering long fingers from hips to ribs. "you really can't take it at all, can you?"
"fuck you!" you manage to splurt out through panicked laughter, desperately trying to twist your way out of his grip. but it's no use. his immense strength keeps you in place, unable to do much except laugh and squirm. he pokes and prods your underarms, making you scream in an entirely different way from how ticklish the sensation is. now it's impossible to get any words out, with the way you're shrieking and gasping for air.
and he's mocking you. with little tittering noises and a playful giggle. it only makes everything worse. you've never been so humiliated, forced to laugh and struggle at the hands of the guy you hated most in the world while he was having the fucking time of his life.
"what an embarrassing weakness to have," he teases, pausing only to push his hands under the hem of your shirt. "i'll have to remember this."
"let me go!" you growl, gasping against when you feel his calloused fingertips glide across your nipples. they get hard almost instantly, extra sensitive now that your nerve endings are electrified from the tickling.
"not until you get rid of that rotten attitude of yours."
he teases your nipples for some time, stroking the sensitive patches underneath your breasts as well before sliding his hands down your stomach. he ghosts his fingers across your skin, barely touching you yet causing you to squirm and whimper. that evil ass grin returns as he plots his next attack.
"i'm barely doing anything, and you're already such a mess," his relentless taunting continues as he softly tickles your belly, tracing light paths along the waistband of your shorts and circles around your navel. it's almost worse than how he was tickling you before. it's maddeningly gentle, too much for you to handle in your weakened state. you giggle uncontrollably, feeling silly about how easily he's taking you down.
"if i knew it was this easy to break you, i would've done it a lot sooner," he hums cheerfully, tormenting you further by spidering your lower belly.
"f... fuck..." you barely have the energy to talk back.
but then things take a turn for the worse. he slips his hand down your shorts and discovers...
"...oh?"
shit. SHIT. you're soaking wet. there's no hiding it now. he looks back at you, smirking like a devil.
"you actually like this? adorable."
the tickling begins anew, but this time he lets go of his vice grip and uses both hands. even with your wrists free, there's little you can do to stop him from tickling every inch of you. his hands clamp around your sides, fingers drilling into the back of your ribs until you scream. they sneak into your pits, still tickling even after you yank your arms down in a futile attempt to protect your weak spots. you're laughing harder than ever, unable to do so much as beg or plead. it feels like it goes on forever, until you feel one of his hands brush against your mound again. the feeling of him gently rubbing your swollen bud melts your laughter into moans. the sounds mix together as his hands work their magic.
"that's right, baby," he coos, circling his thumb on your bud and pushing two long fingers inside your wet hole. "keep making those pretty little noises for me."
you can't hold yourself back. he's curling his fingers against your walls, massaging that spot until you're singing like a bird. it's not long until you cum hard, squirting all over his hand and onto the bed sheets beneath you. he's grinning victoriously, yet another conquest that'll go straight to his head.
your eyes roll back into your head, and you sigh in defeat.
but he's not done yet. the sound of rustling clothes bring your attention back to him, and in a few moments he's huddled over you again, this time shirtless, clad only his black boxers. he soon yanks them down, freeing his dick from its confines. and damn, is he big. you finally understand where the cockiness comes from. he's a good 8 or 9 inches, with a thick girth and pale skin a full shade lighter than the rest of his skin. it's curved to one side, and you see the tip already leaking precum. he tears off your shorts next, then your shirt, faster than you can blink.
and then, he presses the tip against your hole.
you cry out loudly, the feeling of him inside you sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. he goes slowly, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of your tight walls clenched around his massive dick, groaning as it pulses within. after a few slow strokes to get you warmed up, he finally starts pumping in and out at a steady pace.
"fuck..." he groans. "you feel so fucking good, baby..."
your lips part, and moans falling from your lips like quiet dewdrops. his hands rest on your waist, holding you in place and tickling you slowly to turn you on even more. you let out airy giggles, involuntarily clenching around his dick. realizing this, he tickles harder, leaning forward and digging into your underarms to make you struggle and thrash even more. he gets creative and lifts your ankles, resting them on his shoulders and granting him easy access. he tickles your feet too, alternating between kissing and licking and stroking his nails down your soles while thrusting into you.
it's too much stimulation. you cackle, moan, and whimper, feeling overwhelmed at how intense everything feels. it's like your entire body is electrified.
when he gets close, he suddenly pulls out, droplets of sweat falling onto your skin and mixing with your own. then, in a flash, he flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips against his so he can fuck you from the back. you let out gasp after gasp as he hits you deep, the sound of skin smacking together and moans harmonizing filling the room. and once again, he tickles as he fucks you, dancing his fingers up and down your sides while you're completely helpless. you collapse forward, succumbing to the sensations, too weak to even struggle.
he pumps into you harder, faster, until he finally bursts and cums inside you. his warm cum fills you up, so much that it leaks from your hole when he pulls out. sweaty, exhausted, and out of breath, you lay there limp with messy hair strewn about your face and mouth agape, desperate for air. he collapses beside you, not nearly as winded as you but still just as flushed and damp.
"well?" he turns towards you, wrapping his long arms around your body. "is the snotty princess finally satisfied?"
you let him pull you into his embrace, finding comfort in its large expanse. you press your butt up against his dick, which throbs a little as he grinds back into you. a million thoughts swirl through your mind, nerve endings still on fire from all the stimulation. you just fucked the guy you hate most. and it was amazing. and now you were cuddling. how the hell did this happen?
and were you truly satisfied with just one round?
you mull it over for a few moments before responding to him with two little words, closing the casket on your own tomb.
"eat me."
a wide, sadistic smirk curls the corners of his lips upward. he bites down on your ear, locks his hands around your waist once more, and chuckles when he hears your giggles renewed.
"with pleasure."
