gojo!mingi x sorcerer!reader
nowplaying: Amnesia â Kai
summary: Historically, the Gojo and Abe clans have maintained an alliance built on honor, teachings, and mutual respect. Yet alliances donât erase old grudges. Your childhood enemy, Satoru Mingi, has spent years making your life difficult⌠until one day he asks you out?
content: jjk au, fluff, slight angst, smut, mutual pining, biting, childhood enemies to lovers, fingering, cunnilingus, mingi is kinda sadistic, praise kink, protected sex, size kink
note: im spreading the satoru mingi agenda as im watching jjk season 3 (no spoilers) and i miss my goat gojo saur badâŚ..sooo im coping with a fanfic w/ my other goat :)))âŚ..woah goatception lol (also lmk if this should be a series cause i absolutely could expand on this)
In your years of sorcery, no one is quite as annoying as Satoru Mingi.
Whilst you can respect his talent and craftsmanship in combat; I mean he isnât the strongest sorcerer for nothing, the man can fight
He is above all an asshole.
A hot asshole, youâre not blind, but nevertheless an asshole. Who makes it his goal at every exchange event to make your life living hell
âEvery year you come here to lose, what do you even teach them?â He snickers and it takes everything in you not to beat the living shit out of him.
Blood boiling at just the sight of that smirk, begging you to slap it out at him. âMy students are academically inclined and taught to be contentiousâ he yawns, clearly unimpressed, your glare sharpens
âWhat do YOU teach them? Do they even know basic math?â
âHey ItadoriâŚ. What's 3 x 6?â
He thinks long and hard about it, counting up with his hands, not even acknowledging Mingi practically telling him the answer âuhhhhhâŚ. 9?â
You whip back at the now wide eyed Mingi âExactlyâ
âHe doesnât need that in combat anyways he excels in other ... .aspectsâ his voice pitches up a bit, still in shock. He's right, his students are exceptional fighters but you would never admit that to his face
âAnd when the math curse spirit comes: are we still sending Itadori or do we lose that battle?â
He chuckles, taking that as a win because Mingi laughing at something you said, and not at you? Might as well frame this moment cause itâs never happening again
Though, he actually does enjoy your company more than he lets on. He loves instigating just to see you pent up because he thinks it's cute how you try to fight him back with no luck; how you always stand your ground. Sometimes he even blushes when you get closer, yelling at him. But you don't noticeâŚ..or at least pretend not too.
Everything with him is calculated, he knows what he says does to your psyche and again you fall into his eagerness to set you off.
Youâre both scowling at each other, not breaking contact as of course everything you do together is some competition.
âHa you blinked, I win !â He breaks in hysterics and hops along , there was for sure some unfair play as per usual
âI did not, you cheated again, Mingiâ you thumped your feet at his deception before sighing at how unserious the whole ordeal is. Every year nothing changes.
Principal Yaga explains the rules for day one, as per usual: The first school to exorcise the targeted grade 2 cursed spirits spread out into the forest wins; no restrictions on cursed techniques or tools
Mingi peers next to you, to your surprise âLets make a deal this timeâ
An eyebrow raises to his suggestion âOhâŚ.I could never deny a challenge, go onâ
âIf we win you have to agree to anything I say afterwardsâ
Humming back to him, unsure if this is a good thing or the worst idea heâs ever had. âAnd if we win?â
âNothing, it's not gonna happenâ He laughs, unfazed. Your stare alone could honestly break through his infinity. And before he could react, there you are hitting him in the stomach with your cursed rod, causing him to stumble back; still in a fit.
âOkay, if you winâŚâ which I doubt mumbling under his breath âIâll do whatever you sayâŚI guessâ
Ignoring his snark remarks you take up his arrangement and curiosity fills your bones, what could he possibly ask you to do, what would you even ask of him?
Maybe a compliment from him would be nice but not too many people could say they got Satoru Mingi of all people to obey them, so maybe you could ask him to do your bidding?
âGod I hope I winâŚ.not everyone can say Mingi was their personal maid for the dayâ You pinch his cheek and can sense the regret radiating from him.
âIn your dreams babeâ the raspiness in his tone made your gut flip â shaking your head, you desperately tried to ignore the fact that he just âbabeâ you out of nowhere but your mind will not let you forget.
Something has changed, he caught himself on his words but moved past it to limit a spiral occurring. Recognizing how your body froze to the name and it made him flinch.
There's definitely some tension between the two of you as you observe your students fighting their hearts out
Yunho brings Mingi close, whispering âSo did something happen, why are you two quite for onceâ
Mingiâs body stiffened to his remarks, it's not hard to notice the elephant in the room when usually during the exchange the two of you repeatedly bicker back and forth before one of you get put in time out for being âtoo loudâ
âWe made a bet that whoever loses has to do what the winner says, so full attention is importantâ Mingi doesnât take his eyes off the screen watching the games intensely.
Yunho grins at him âAre you sure thatâs all?â
Mingi dismisses him, everyone in the room can surely feel it, but none brave enough to interject and disturb the peace from this exchange.
Before you know it, the scores are tied and still no one has exorcised the intended cursed spirit.
âWhat are the chances, itâs hiding hehâ
âMingi, this is all your faultâ
he scoffs at you hand pressed to his chest âWHAT DID I DO?â
Mind racing, thoughts fixated on what youâll make him do for you after this; you donât even know why youâre blaming him but itâs just enough to pierce through the silence. âI donât know, but youâre always up to somethingâŚâ you snap âso itâs your faultâ
âYouâre students are so focused on derailing mineâ who, might I add, are destroying yours, by the wayâ I'd say you're at fault hereâ he sneers.
His ego is probably the grossest thing about him. the way he carries himself; overly confident that no matter what, he has to bet you, it's infuriating.
Even when he tries to compliment you, it always turns into a âim still better than you, don't forgetâ contest, and you hate it.
But a part of you loves it, a part of you catches the way his voice never turns cruel; fluttering at his arrogance. All it is, is his secret way of telling you he respects your hard work somehow.
Shaking that thought out your head, you see him staring you down. This isnât out of the norm, though usually you donât see him in the act.
The students face the assigned cursed spirit finally and you both watch with full attention. Not a peep comes out of your mouth as this is it, this decides who will win. Eyes glued to the screen showing them desperately fighting the cursed spirit with their lives.
All you see is Itadori using his black flash technique, finishing off the cursed spirit in amaze Mingiâs students are truly remarkable, his ego makes sense I guess
âAnddd checkmate, thank youâŚ.. as expected Tokyo winsâ He bows deeply in front of everyone, the other teachers responding with collective groans.
âGood work MingiâŚâ gritting your teeth as you shake his hand âAs a woman of my word, what would you like me to do?â you roll your eyes because he is way too happy for your own good
âDont make me regret this Satoruâ
He plants his feet close to yours and calms down, still excitement bubbles over him âYou wont!â
He smiles, bending down to meet your eyes before casually asking, âI want you to join me for dinner!â
Of all the things in the world, that was the last thing you expected. You braced yourself for the demand to bend to his will, kiss your feet even, but a date ? The thought never crossed your mind. Your body grew cold, not knowing what your next move should be
âSatoruââ you don't have a clear response, honestlyâŚ
âWhy would I be scared, Satoru?â you raise an eyebrow to his question. Scared? Absolutely not confused feels more appropriate.
He shrugs, still beaming towards you âI don't know you kind of like, froze when I asked you just nowâ
You really wish you could wipe that grin off his face now. âMaybe because that was the last thing I expected from you?â
âCome on, im not that badâ he rolls his eyes at you, but now you are really confused. Does he really not remember the years of torment he put you through only to ask you out now?
âOkay, why dinner?â you ask, trying anything to get a clear answer from him.
Mingi starts blushing before bringing his head down, everything about this is new but somehow familiar. âYou look hungry?â he answers in the most embarrassing tone, words somewhat stuck on his tongue.
âI guess youâre rightâŚ.where too thenâ
this is the most awkward you've been around each other since you were twelve. But this â this is different. Itâs comfortable awkwardness, the kind of awkwardness that would only occur between two people who very carefully hide their feelings for each other.
Changing before heading out, Mingi wearing a more casual but still classy outfit; a grey MCM sweater, some glasses and dress pants to match, whilst you settled for a regular black dress, still in your tights from earlier
Sitting in his car to the mystery dinner destination, you come to think that Mingi planned for this to happen. Knowing him, he absolutely had a reservation planned for the two of you expecting you to lose. Smiling at the thought of him mustering the courage to go out of his way to do something for you.
Upon arrival, you notice he has taken you to a very nice steakhouse. Again going above your expectations.
This is all surreal. Moments ago he was just mocking you and now youâre having dinner together. You wonder if youâre gonna wake up any second now; watching all of this vanish, like some odd dream but that second never comes.
You take his hand and follow him to the hostess, the restaurant eerily empty. Confirming that he booked this reservation ahead of time, fully expecting to win, and rented out the entire place just for tonight.
âMingi,â you say flatly, âI'm guessing you booked this with the assumption that I would lose, right?â
âIt wasnât necessarily an assumption, more like a conclusion based on facts?â he replies all smug
You kick him under the table, to which he erupts into laughter. No matter what, he is still an asshole
âWe were close to winning by the wayâ you sulk, crossing your arms
He responds by mirroring you with a pout, âbut not close enough. Try again next year, I guessâ
Leaning back, narrowing your eyes âI see nowâŚ. you brought me to dinner to ridicule me, huhâ
âYou really think low of meâ his whole demeanor shifts, not drastically, but enough for you to notice âI donât need to take you out to dinner to bragâŚI do that regularlyâ
âHmph. Then what do I owe you the pleasure to â you huff. You can tell heâs trying to get his feelings out but something inside is holding it back.
You peer up at him and graze his hands laid out on the table. He takes a deep breath before speaking, âI canât get you out of my mindâ
âI know I'm great, Mingiâ replying lightly âthanks!â
He rolls his eyes, not before chuckling, âSeriously. I wanted to take you out becauseâŚ.. I need you?â
âWhat are you saying, Satoruâ Voice softening. You're not understanding, because honestly this is a whole lot right now. Something shifted between the two of you, something unfamiliar.
Mingi is attractive, a fact youâve come to terms with long before. But his constant need to one up you in everything, and then acting all cocky when things go his way â ruined anything between the two of you. Still, the feelings you have towards him are there, heavily buried but nevertheless alive.
When he's not being an stupid ass, he is genuinely a good person. Going out of the way for those he loves. And that includes you.
He has always cared for you. Mostly not to your face but he defends you consistently at headquarters without hesitation; getting seriously mad when someone dares to disrespect you.
Neither of you ever act out on your feelings. You try to ignore the slight brushes or when you stare at each other for too long when arguing. Everyone assumes it's just you too silently battling out not realizing the sheer amount of tension between you.
He looks so soft right now, a view youâve only seen in passing. This vulnerability is foreign to you, but you try to soak it in as much as possible.
âListen I know I'm lowkey a asshole sometimesâŚbut I have other qualities.â he snickered at his comment
You blurt out laughing, because lowkey?
Confusion overwhelms his face, it's honestly cute how obliviously stupid he is.
âSatoru Mingi,â you managed between laughs âI never pegged you for a romanticâ
âWhat do you mean, I'm very romanticâ He puffs his chest at you, asserting some sort of dominance.
âWell, for startersâ you cover your mouth from laughter âyouâre not lowkey and asshole you ARE an assholeâ Softening slightly, âAnd honestly im just speechless, ive never seen you like this beforeâ
Mingi stares blankly at you, he wasnât expecting this reaction.
Thinking back, yeah he has teased you relentlessly, and sometimes pushed your buttons on purpose. And sure, sometimes you genuinely piss him off.
But he can't shake the feelings. When you tease him back and his stomach knots. In this moment, he's finally coming to terms with it, and this dinner date is proof.
âYou know Satoru, if I didnât want to go to dinner with you, I wouldnât have accepted the dealâŚâ Shyly responding as if you were almost afraid to admit.
He smirks at you; funny how quickly his demeanor can shift. âWell, I donât know a single person who would decline dinner with me; to be honestâ
His smugness makes you scoff. Why did you agree to this again? âI could think of several, to be honestâ you mock
âAnd yet,â he leans in his seat, hissing at you, âyouâre here; making those people irrelevantâ He doesnât seem to recognize how smooth he sounded just now.
Heat rising on your face. You stare intensely, may it stay like this forever.
As dinner continues, the silence grows from once awkward to comfortable. You are enjoying each otherâs company; a new concept but everything about this moment is natural. Thereâs still banter here and there, of course, but it's fitting.
Almost like you were destined to be here: talking, lightly flirting through the cracks of an argument. Nothing feels out of norm. Truly an unforgettable night.
He encourages you to get whatever you like, without protesting, indulging in the finest wine and steak they can offer.
Heâs spoiling you deliberately, it's the least he could do to atone his past mistakes. You woo his chivalry to earn nothing more than an eye roll on his part, a smile then tugs his mouth, showing how bad he folds
Dinner commences with the two of you settled in the car, completely stuffed and a slight buzz from the wine. The air is heavier now but the weight of your feelings are lifted
He sighs, glancing in your direction, pouting slightly, âI really don't want this night to endâ
âIt doesnât have tooâŚ.â you answer a little too quickly, hand rubbing his thigh âwe can go to your placeâ a bold yet stupid suggestion, which can only lead to trouble.
âYou sure?â He stiffens, then softens, breath hitching to your touch.
You hesitate, just long enough to make it settle, then nod
Mingi doesnât respond, just drives. Every mile closer to his house carries the weight of a decision neither of you plans to take back.
Nothing but the sound of music fills the car, you've grown accustomed to this silence.
His breath rings in your ears and realization hits. You just went on a date with Mingi, the same person you scoffed at the mere mention of his name.
You went on a date with him, actually enjoyed it and are now going to his house? Trying to take it all in, you need to get to the bottom of this. Why? Why after all these years? Was the fighting all a game to him? Was the competition a ploy to get close enough to you? So many questions overwhelmed your brain and he notices. He sees that thereâs something on your mind. Too afraid to press it now. This is a âin his houseâ discussion.
His place is exactly as you were expecting. A massive open space, aligned with art pieces that he made; bold choices indeed, even including one titled âfix offâ â it's not particularly cozy but it's very him.
You sink into his soft couch together, both taking in the moment to finally breathe. The night feels suspended, like something fragile neither of you wants to touch.
He stills beside you, âSo whatâs going on in that pretty mind of yours..â
âNothingâŚ.whyâd you assume I'm thinking about something?â you huff at him
he knows, definitely sensed something in those six eyes of his, I guess.
He hummed, unconvinced to your dismay âHmm, I don't knowâŚ. Youâre fidgeting really bad and you look like someone shot youâ he turns towards you, tone still as soft as ever âIf you have something to say you can say it, no judgement hereâ
No judgement. From Mingi? That's a first, but you give in, sighing, âI just want to know why Satoru?â
âI already told you whyâ he chuckled, not understanding your question.
You inch closer to him, kneeling on the couch, brushing his shoulders; testing the waters,âWhy after years of competing with me and instigating, did you now decide to go to dinner with me?â you pause, putting all your words together, âWas all of this on purpose to get closer to me? Did you enjoy beating me in everythingâ
Meeting his eyes, theyâre soft, almost like heâs taking it all in, âTell me Mingiâ
He froze, just thinking of a measured and careful response. âI do enjoy beating you in everything, you handle it so wellâŚâ
he smiles before continuing âYouâre the only one who keeps me on my toes. At first, I thought what I was feeling was envyâ He takes a deep breather before continuing âbut truthfullyâŚ.I just like youâŚ.. so here we areâ
You are at a loss for words, of course he enjoys teasing you, what a sick man you are, Satoru Mingi. Thinking to yourself whilst staring blankly.
Hours could have gone by between you, with the way you two just sit staring, having meaningless conversations with just your eyes.
Collecting yourself finally, âSo does this mean you think I'm better than youâ
He raised an eyebrow âThat is not at all what I saidâ
âWell, saying you envy meâŚ.you kind of implied itâ
âWhateverââ he rolls his eyes, and that's when it happens.
Youâre lips meet his, as if they were two magnets connecting, you couldnât be separated
The kiss is deep, warm, intimate, sloppy and extremely needy, you can tell you werenât the only one dying for touch. You moan into his mouth, and he leads your body closer to him. Arm around your waist as you tongue him effortlessly.
A slight whimper peaks through his lips, turning the make out sesh sloppy and horny beyond your comprehension.
âMingiâ-â you try to get out what youâre saying but your mind is too occupied by the man rutting beneath you.
A moan escapes from him, he was absolutely waiting for this, âtell me what you wantâ he pleads out to you.
Unable to think, you motion towards his hand, hoping to hint what your true desires are.
It clicks in his brain, like clockwork, he works his hands down your thigh, ripping your tights, searching for easy access, then proceeds to grip on your now exposed ass. âIs this what you wanted?â
Barking back at him, you nod and he takes the invitation to circle your folds, before pausing in shock âYou got this wet for me alreadyâ his voice rasps back, causing you to jump, then again when he slightly touches your clit.
âPlease Mingiââ begging out to him, he stops your words as he teases a finger near your soaked hole.
He snickers, âI like hearing you beg for meâŚâ placing his other hand on your chin. You try to keep it together as he kisses his fingers in your hole. Pursing his lips with a slight grin, âGive me moreâ whispering in that deep voice which sends a shiver down your spine.
âMingi⌠please, I can't take it anymoreâ your whines increase out of desperation, you would do anything for his thick, strong, long fingers to hook inside you.
Moaning in response to your anguish, he steadily moves his fingers inside of your hole, you buck into them and he spits back âaht, donât be too eager; we haven't even gotten to the best part yet.â
ângh ..mingiââ he shushed you, finger to mouth as his other was moving through your slick. Dripping down his fingers; warm and tender as you squeeze around him, pulling you to clinch a bit
âFuck, youâre drinching me babeâ he moans into your neck, pecking love bites as he feels your walls tighten each time he curls his fingers.
Moans now echoing throughout the empty space and vibrating into him, he laughs watching you tremble on top of him, sensing your expected climax. âFuckkk Mingi, right thereâŚ.â
Once he found it, he made it his goal to keep hitting, causing everything in you to shake from oversimulation. Stretching you out to the fullest, never has anything felt this good
âCome for meâŚ.â he stills, biting more into your neck, causing a yelp to escape from your lips. âCan you do that for me?â murmuring, as your back arches before cumming, allowing a whimper to escape your mouth in the process.
Upon pulling out his fingers, he holds the thick strands of your cum up to you, staring in hunger as he sucks them clean off, moaning, âmmph, you taste so good beautifulâ
You breathe heavily, trying to capture the moment but before you know it, heâs tossing you on your back feeling his weight as he nails his teeth in your neck. You coo at him âwhat are you doing weirdo?â
âNgh.. needâ need to taste all of youâ
He starts, undressing you with your assistance, planting kisses down your body in the process. Worshiping each inch of you, it's profane how heâs moaning into each bite. He then reaches your clit, your body shakes once more, feigning for his touch.
Painting kissing alongside, his breath hitches ânow what am I gonna do with this pretty pussy of yours?â the compliment circulates heat throughout your body
âMingi, I want you inside meâŚ. P-pleaseâ crying out to him, your mind has gone all scrambled, all you can feel is pleasure and you crave for more
âAhhh, what did I say about eagerness?â gritting his teeth at you, âim saving the best for last babeâ lulling you whilst pecking down your thighs.
Tongue salivating, he kisses circles around your clit then proceeds to suck until youâre throbbing, and aching to the pleasure. âfuckkkâ whining out to him
He whimpers out, âgod, you taste so goodâ he flicks his tongue around you, it is extremely messy, not a care in the world how he presents, slurping your wet secretion as you feel the tip of his big nose repeatedly banging aside your clit. Screaming out his name while he eats you out, feeling nothing but pure bliss
His long tongue twists extending inside of you, feeling your warmth out and your body canât take it anymore âMingiâŚâ you scream out to him, hoping to catch your breath ânghhh.. im gonna cum againâ
Taking no breaks, he just motions his mouth upwards and before you know it, you finish on his tongue as he drinks you up, still your body shakes beneath him, who holds your legs up making sure not a drop is wasted.
âJesus, I could bury myself in you for daysâŚâ Giving a satisfied smile, whipping his mouth, letting another moan slip out âmmhm⌠come hereâ he motions you with his fingers. In an instant you obey, breathless, desperate to have him finally filling you.
Pecking your temple, this softness, a juxtaposition to how he was acting earlier. He speaks your praises âYouâre so good for meâŚ.â he moves to your mouth and instantly melts back into you. âWho knew a brat like you would comply so wellâ
You lightly hit his shoulder, âWhats that supposed to meanâ
âIt means you should be rewardedâ he chuckled, in the moment, you see an idea spark in his head.
âYesâ the speed at which you spoke could be embarrassing if not for how needy you are for him to be inside you.
Without hesitation, he picks you up, his huge arms lifting you up with ease. Carrying you to his bedroom â it's far more decorated and warm in here â reaching his bed, laying you down softly before moving back to undress.
You ogle him down, unable to help yourself
The way his abs rest when he takes off his sweater, the way his biceps tighten as he unbuttons his pants. Youâve seen him enough times to know heâs built, but knowing isnât the same as
seeing. And what youâre seeing is how Mingiâs thighs rest when standing, causing a sliver of droll to drop
Mind still dazed as you nearly miss how rock hard he is, and god heâs massive. His dick is long and girthy, sending you into a spiral, mouth agape you can't believe your eyes
He roars at you âDonât think you can take it?â
âI-it sure is huge, but I can take itâŚ.â hesitating out of disbelief, can I take it?
âGood, I believed you couldâ moaning out as he jerks a mix of precum and spit around his base to lubricate. He strides over to the bed side table and you can't bear it anymore, he looks too good to not be inside you right now.
âCan you hurry up alreadyâ snarking at him, you can't help but moan a bit seeing the way he fits the condom over his erection
âI'm doing this all for you, my loveâ he crawls slowly on top of you, his dick towering over you, gulping as he manhandles you, gripping one hand around your waist, while he teases his dick along your folds. You scream out to him slapping your clit with his massive length.
âOkay, tell me when to stop, okay?â bracing you for impact, as you nod quickly screaming as he stretches you out slowly. Legs shaking as he fills your walls inch by inch.
âMingiââ screaming so loud, surely anyone in a 5 mile radius could hear the pleasure youâre receiving. He stops half way in, brushing the hair out of your face, cupping it.
âAre you okay, beautiful?â
Humming back at him, he strokes softly and you almost think you're seeing stars, âmmhm dont stop pleaseâ. He digs into you, thrusting but not yet fully taking you in. You could care less as you feel him pulsate through you, and between the sounds of your pussy gushing and moans conjoining together, the music you too are making is like none seen before.
âSo tight around me, love to drive me crazy huh?â He adjusts himself and finally you take him all in, wrapping your legs around him. âYouâre doing so good for meâŚnmph always so goodâ your walls tighten as he holds you down. You can physically see each time he hits your cervix as your stomach bulges
âMingiâ ahhâ vibrating as you yell out to him, he doesnât stop, instead his thrusts grow stronger. Scrambling your brain whilst he rearranges your guts. Bottoming out into a sloppy stretched out mess.
He peers overtop of you âcome for me my loveâ purring in your ear as he bucks deeply in you. Shivering through the mass oversimulation, you cry out to him and he listens through bringing you back into him. Mingiâs groans piercing you, causing your back to arch and that's when you're finally pushed over the edge, painting him and soaking the sheets as he fills the condom inside you.
Breathless. He collapses on top of you and you can hardly move from the soreness. The silence is interrupted by him groaning as he pulls out of you. Lying there together, this whole day has been such a rollercoaster and you almost forget you have to compete against him tomorrow too.
People are surely going to notice something is happening, after all how can you argue with a man who just gave you the meanest dick of your life. But on the other hand, it still shouldnât take long before heâs pissing you off again
âSo, next time you want to blame me for somethingâŚ. Remember thisâ And there it is⌠that didn't last long, hitting him with a pillow as you roll your eyes to his foolishness. Heâs still just as annoying as when he was twelve, maybe only slightly less now.
It wasn't until after your shower that it finally hit you, you just fucked the man youve hated for years like it was nothing, that hint of regret swells over when you consider, perhaps all these years, it was clouded judgement keeping you apart. Whatever it is, youâre too sore to deal with it now.
You nuzzle against him, seeking warmth in him without thinking, and within minutes you drift off. He doesnât sleep, instead he watches the way your face softens underneath, he thinks, tightening his hold just slightly, I should've dared you soonerâŚ..
ââ´ď¸Ë･â Š toldmehow
