✨want him to throw me around✨
Notes: this turned into a drabble and wasn’t supposed to but something like gojo the brat tamer. Post war, suggestive, not proofread
After defeating Sukuna and Kenjaku, and helping realign jujutsu society Satoru’s personality changed. Not too much, he was still his same goofy, easy going self but gone were the days where he hid his other emotions. If he was mad, the smile dropped, the jokes ceased. If he was sad there was no more isolation to feel further alone, he turned to people now.
Also gone, we’re the days of Satoru letting you get away with whatever you wanted. Gone we’re the multiple attempts to sway your feelings or actions when you decided nothing was good enough. Gone we’re the days of Satoru giving into your whines.
Now a days, bratty behavior was met with consequences. Two taps to your hip, smile still plastered across perfect teeth, eyes warning you. A squeeze to one ass cheek with a bite in the space between your shoulder and neck. A hand wrapped just tightly enough around your neck, two squeezes, peppered with a soft kiss and a swipe of him thumb to your cheek. Warnings, just enough display of his strength, you were strong a sorcerer worth praise but he was stronger. His warnings were usually enough to make you calm down, simmer back into something safer, but today it just couldn’t be helped.
You were livid. Starting at work earlier in the week, where you’d pointedly ignored Satoru every time he tried to communicate with you, too stressed to be bothered with his antics. Then the disregarding of his calls on the mission to exorcise a curse, which should’ve been simple enough for the two of you, ending up with you having lost a hand temporarily. Ending up with today and what finally broke his patience. Satoru tired to talk to you, figure out what was going on with you so he could help and you told him to fuck off. You didn’t mean it really just to frustrated to communicate like an adult. You couldn’t stop yourself from repeating it and beginning walking away from him when he released a half exasperated half shocked “what?”
Before you could get too far, a hand wrapped around the back of your neck spinning your body toward him before letting go to grab both of your shoulders pushing you into the wall with a thud. Crystal pools of blue rapidly darkening, downturned white eyebrows meeting in the center of his face, top lip pulled into a scowl usually reserved for when he’s fighting. Your eyes widened quickly, mouth falling opened just enough for a puff of air to blow through with a sigh. He looked rabid, as if you’d threatened him.
“Sweetheart” he whispered “wanna tell me why you’re being so mean to me huh? When I’ve given you so many chances to tell me what’s wrong” again, new Satoru. Old Satoru would’ve let you walk away and tried again when you were in a better mood, maybe even brought you something to help you feel better. He would’ve chased you, he met you were you were. But this Satoru was going to force you to talk to him, force you to loose the attitude, he was was going to force you to come to him.
“ ‘m just stressed” well his little display of dominance definitely had your attitude gone. Satoru had been afraid to be too rough, too angry, too sad, anything but too good. This new Satoru wasn’t afraid of anything but losing the rest of the people around which meant if he had to be less than perfect, a little more rugged and uncut then so be it.
“ just a little stressed? That’s all, why wouldn’t you talk to me nicer then huh? You know I’ve got you” you just shook your head, tears threatening to come out because you felt bad about how you’d been treating him. He’d been trying to help and in your stubbornness you’d pushed him away. As the tears fell, his lips met them, stopping them in their tracks.
“ aww ‘s no need to cry honey, I’m gonna take care of you” more kisses peppered across your face “but I’ve got to punish you first” stepping back just a little his eyes met yours filled with confusion. You raised your eyebrow as if to ask him what he meant but before you could speak the words, you received a hand around your throat pulling you back in with a quick kiss leaning his mouth toward your ear.
“ you ran out of all your warnings a few days ago sweetie” a chuckle following “gotta show you I mean business somehow right” a wink and smirk as a hint sent your way as he moved to pull you towards your shared bedroom.
“and you’ve got all night to show me that you won’t do it again”