gojo!mingi x sorcerer!reader
nowplaying: Amnesia — Kai
summary: Historically, the Gojo and Abe clans have maintained an alliance built on honor, teachings, and mutual respect. Yet alliances don’t 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 bad…..sooo im coping with a fanfic w/ my other goat :)))…..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 isn’t the strongest sorcerer for nothing, the man can fight
He is above all an asshole.
A hot asshole, you’re not blind, but nevertheless an asshole. Who makes it his goal at every exchange event to make your life living hell
“Every year you come here to lose, what do you even teach them?” 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. “My students are academically inclined and taught to be contentious” he yawns, clearly unimpressed, your glare sharpens
“What do YOU teach them? Do they even know basic math?”
“Hey Itadori…. What's 3 x 6?”
He thinks long and hard about it, counting up with his hands, not even acknowledging Mingi practically telling him the answer “uhhhhh…. 9?”
You whip back at the now wide eyed Mingi “Exactly”
“He doesn’t need that in combat anyways he excels in other ... .aspects” 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
“And when the math curse spirit comes: are we still sending Itadori or do we lose that battle?”
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 it’s 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 notice…..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.
You’re both scowling at each other, not breaking contact as of course everything you do together is some competition.
“Ha you blinked, I win !” He breaks in hysterics and hops along , there was for sure some unfair play as per usual
“I did not, you cheated again, Mingi” 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 “Lets make a deal this time”
An eyebrow raises to his suggestion “Oh….I could never deny a challenge, go on”
“If we win you have to agree to anything I say afterwards”
Humming back to him, unsure if this is a good thing or the worst idea he’s ever had. “And if we win?”
“Nothing, it's not gonna happen” 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.
“Okay, if you win…” which I doubt mumbling under his breath “I’ll do whatever you say…I guess”
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?
“God I hope I win….not everyone can say Mingi was their personal maid for the day” You pinch his cheek and can sense the regret radiating from him.
“In your dreams babe” the raspiness in his tone made your gut flip — shaking your head, you desperately tried to ignore the fact that he just ‘babe’ 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 “So did something happen, why are you two quite for once”
Mingi’s 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 ‘too loud’
“We made a bet that whoever loses has to do what the winner says, so full attention is important” Mingi doesn’t take his eyes off the screen watching the games intensely.
Yunho grins at him “Are you sure that’s all?”
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.
“What are the chances, it’s hiding heh”
“Mingi, this is all your fault”
he scoffs at you hand pressed to his chest “WHAT DID I DO?”
Mind racing, thoughts fixated on what you’ll make him do for you after this; you don’t even know why you’re blaming him but it’s just enough to pierce through the silence. “I don’t know, but you’re always up to something…” you snap “so it’s your fault”
“You’re students are so focused on derailing mine— who, might I add, are destroying yours, by the way— I'd say you're at fault here” 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 “im still better than you, don't forget” 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 isn’t out of the norm, though usually you don’t 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 Mingi’s students are truly remarkable, his ego makes sense I guess
“Anddd checkmate, thank you….. as expected Tokyo wins” He bows deeply in front of everyone, the other teachers responding with collective groans.
“Good work Mingi…” gritting your teeth as you shake his hand “As a woman of my word, what would you like me to do?” you roll your eyes because he is way too happy for your own good
“Dont make me regret this Satoru”
He plants his feet close to yours and calms down, still excitement bubbles over him “You wont!”
He smiles, bending down to meet your eyes before casually asking, “I want you to join me for dinner!”
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
“Satoru—“ you don't have a clear response, honestly…
“Why would I be scared, Satoru?” you raise an eyebrow to his question. Scared? Absolutely not confused feels more appropriate.
He shrugs, still beaming towards you “I don't know you kind of like, froze when I asked you just now”
You really wish you could wipe that grin off his face now. “Maybe because that was the last thing I expected from you?”
“Come on, im not that bad” 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?
“Okay, why dinner?” 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. “You look hungry?” he answers in the most embarrassing tone, words somewhat stuck on his tongue.
“I guess you’re right….where too then”
this is the most awkward you've been around each other since you were twelve. But this — this is different. It’s 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 you’re having dinner together. You wonder if you’re 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.
“Mingi,” you say flatly, “I'm guessing you booked this with the assumption that I would lose, right?”
“It wasn’t necessarily an assumption, more like a conclusion based on facts?” he replies all smug
You kick him under the table, to which he erupts into laughter. No matter what, he is still an asshole
“We were close to winning by the way” you sulk, crossing your arms
He responds by mirroring you with a pout, “but not close enough. Try again next year, I guess”
Leaning back, narrowing your eyes “I see now…. you brought me to dinner to ridicule me, huh”
“You really think low of me” his whole demeanor shifts, not drastically, but enough for you to notice “I don’t need to take you out to dinner to brag…I do that regularly”
“Hmph. Then what do I owe you the pleasure to ” you huff. You can tell he’s 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, “I can’t get you out of my mind”
“I know I'm great, Mingi” replying lightly “thanks!”
He rolls his eyes, not before chuckling, “Seriously. I wanted to take you out because….. I need you?”
“What are you saying, Satoru” 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 you’ve 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 — 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 you’ve only seen in passing. This vulnerability is foreign to you, but you try to soak it in as much as possible.
“Listen I know I'm lowkey a asshole sometimes…but I have other qualities.” he snickered at his comment
You blurt out laughing, because lowkey?
Confusion overwhelms his face, it's honestly cute how obliviously stupid he is.
“Satoru Mingi,” you managed between laughs “I never pegged you for a romantic”
“What do you mean, I'm very romantic” He puffs his chest at you, asserting some sort of dominance.
“Well, for starters” you cover your mouth from laughter “you’re not lowkey and asshole you ARE an asshole” Softening slightly, “And honestly im just speechless, ive never seen you like this before”
Mingi stares blankly at you, he wasn’t 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.
“You know Satoru, if I didn’t want to go to dinner with you, I wouldn’t have accepted the deal…” Shyly responding as if you were almost afraid to admit.
He smirks at you; funny how quickly his demeanor can shift. “Well, I don’t know a single person who would decline dinner with me; to be honest”
His smugness makes you scoff. Why did you agree to this again? “I could think of several, to be honest” you mock
“And yet,” he leans in his seat, hissing at you, “you’re here; making those people irrelevant” He doesn’t 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 other’s company; a new concept but everything about this moment is natural. There’s 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.
He’s 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, “I really don't want this night to end”
“It doesn’t have too….” you answer a little too quickly, hand rubbing his thigh “we can go to your place” a bold yet stupid suggestion, which can only lead to trouble.
“You sure?” He stiffens, then softens, breath hitching to your touch.
You hesitate, just long enough to make it settle, then nod
Mingi doesn’t 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 there’s something on your mind. Too afraid to press it now. This is a ‘in his house’ 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 ‘fix off’ — 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, “So what’s going on in that pretty mind of yours..”
“Nothing….why’d you assume I'm thinking about something?” you huff at him
he knows, definitely sensed something in those six eyes of his, I guess.
He hummed, unconvinced to your dismay “Hmm, I don't know…. You’re fidgeting really bad and you look like someone shot you” he turns towards you, tone still as soft as ever “If you have something to say you can say it, no judgement here”
No judgement. From Mingi? That's a first, but you give in, sighing, “I just want to know why Satoru?”
“I already told you why” he chuckled, not understanding your question.
You inch closer to him, kneeling on the couch, brushing his shoulders; testing the waters,“Why after years of competing with me and instigating, did you now decide to go to dinner with me?” you pause, putting all your words together, “Was all of this on purpose to get closer to me? Did you enjoy beating me in everything”
Meeting his eyes, they’re soft, almost like he’s taking it all in, “Tell me Mingi”
He froze, just thinking of a measured and careful response. “I do enjoy beating you in everything, you handle it so well…”
he smiles before continuing “You’re the only one who keeps me on my toes. At first, I thought what I was feeling was envy” He takes a deep breather before continuing “but truthfully….I just like you….. so here we are”
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, “So does this mean you think I'm better than you”
He raised an eyebrow “That is not at all what I said”
“Well, saying you envy me….you kind of implied it”
“Whatever—” he rolls his eyes, and that's when it happens.
You’re lips meet his, as if they were two magnets connecting, you couldn’t be separated
The kiss is deep, warm, intimate, sloppy and extremely needy, you can tell you weren’t 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.
“Mingi—-“ you try to get out what you’re saying but your mind is too occupied by the man rutting beneath you.
A moan escapes from him, he was absolutely waiting for this, “tell me what you want” 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. “Is this what you wanted?”
Barking back at him, you nod and he takes the invitation to circle your folds, before pausing in shock “You got this wet for me already” his voice rasps back, causing you to jump, then again when he slightly touches your clit.
“Please Mingi–” begging out to him, he stops your words as he teases a finger near your soaked hole.
He snickers, “I like hearing you beg for me…” 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, “Give me more” whispering in that deep voice which sends a shiver down your spine.
“Mingi… please, I can't take it anymore” 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 “aht, don’t be too eager; we haven't even gotten to the best part yet.”
“ngh ..mingi–” 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
“Fuck, you’re drinching me babe” 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. “Fuckkk Mingi, right there….”
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
“Come for me….” he stills, biting more into your neck, causing a yelp to escape from your lips. “Can you do that for me?” 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, “mmph, you taste so good beautiful”
You breathe heavily, trying to capture the moment but before you know it, he’s tossing you on your back feeling his weight as he nails his teeth in your neck. You coo at him “what are you doing weirdo?”
“Ngh.. need– need to taste all of you”
He starts, undressing you with your assistance, planting kisses down your body in the process. Worshiping each inch of you, it's profane how he’s moaning into each bite. He then reaches your clit, your body shakes once more, feigning for his touch.
Painting kissing alongside, his breath hitches “now what am I gonna do with this pretty pussy of yours?” the compliment circulates heat throughout your body
“Mingi, I want you inside me…. P-please” crying out to him, your mind has gone all scrambled, all you can feel is pleasure and you crave for more
“Ahhh, what did I say about eagerness?” gritting his teeth at you, “im saving the best for last babe” lulling you whilst pecking down your thighs.
Tongue salivating, he kisses circles around your clit then proceeds to suck until you’re throbbing, and aching to the pleasure. “fuckkk” whining out to him
He whimpers out, “god, you taste so good” 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 can’t take it anymore “Mingi…” you scream out to him, hoping to catch your breath “nghhh.. im gonna cum again”
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.
“Jesus, I could bury myself in you for days…” Giving a satisfied smile, whipping his mouth, letting another moan slip out “mmhm… come here” 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 “You’re so good for me….” he moves to your mouth and instantly melts back into you. “Who knew a brat like you would comply so well”
You lightly hit his shoulder, “Whats that supposed to mean”
“It means you should be rewarded” he chuckled, in the moment, you see an idea spark in his head.
“Yes” 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 — it's far more decorated and warm in here — 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. You’ve seen him enough times to know he’s built, but knowing isn’t the same as
seeing. And what you’re seeing is how Mingi’s 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 he’s massive. His dick is long and girthy, sending you into a spiral, mouth agape you can't believe your eyes
He roars at you “Don’t think you can take it?”
“I-it sure is huge, but I can take it….” hesitating out of disbelief, can I take it?
“Good, I believed you could” 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.
“Can you hurry up already” snarking at him, you can't help but moan a bit seeing the way he fits the condom over his erection
“I'm doing this all for you, my love” 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.
“Okay, tell me when to stop, okay?” 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.
“Mingi—” screaming so loud, surely anyone in a 5 mile radius could hear the pleasure you’re receiving. He stops half way in, brushing the hair out of your face, cupping it.
“Are you okay, beautiful?”
Humming back at him, he strokes softly and you almost think you're seeing stars, “mmhm dont stop please”. 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.
“So tight around me, love to drive me crazy huh?” He adjusts himself and finally you take him all in, wrapping your legs around him. “You’re doing so good for me…nmph always so good” your walls tighten as he holds you down. You can physically see each time he hits your cervix as your stomach bulges
“Mingi— ahh” vibrating as you yell out to him, he doesn’t 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 “come for me my love” 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. Mingi’s 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 shouldn’t take long before he’s pissing you off again
“So, next time you want to blame me for something…. Remember this” And there it is… that didn't last long, hitting him with a pillow as you roll your eyes to his foolishness. He’s 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, you’re too sore to deal with it now.
You nuzzle against him, seeking warmth in him without thinking, and within minutes you drift off. He doesn’t sleep, instead he watches the way your face softens underneath, he thinks, tightening his hold just slightly, I should've dared you sooner…..
