The Test/ Gojo Satoru x Reader R18
Summary: Your mentor, Gojo, uses a new "technique" on you in order to teach you the proper balance of cursed energy.
Trigger Warning: 18+, gender-neutral reader, angst, smut, semi-fluff, masturbation, voyeurism, grinding, rough sex, semi-bondage, lowkey a breeding kink, biting, descriptive bodily fluids AKA sweat, blood, semen, saliva;
Author's Note: Reader is of age; Let's just say you were scouted by fellow sorcerers later in life. The setting is similar to that of chapter 13: "Watching Movies".
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“I want you to draw me like one of your French girls”
You had been halfway through the 1997 cinematic showing of the “Titanic” when an idea popped in your mentor's head. A most disgusting thought, one in which made him physically sneer. You were lying down, head against the arm rest. The TV’s light reflected against the pink blush of your cheeks.
Gojo shifts uncomfortably next to you, right arm extended upon the headrest. His eyes leer in your direction, studying your tense breathing. The possessed toy in your arms stirred slightly, acting as a warning.
“Remember, it senses all emotions; Is your mind steering off?” Gojo says with a shit eating grin.
His eyes turn back towards the television: Upon it was a nude rose, lying upon a luxurious, olive colored couch. How similar her position was to yours, he thought. Images of your body began flooding his mind. He imagined how the light would hit your frame, creating a warm glow upon your being. He would touch you tenderly, creating a trail of goosebumps up your arm. He’d take notice of your breath hitching as he leaned into you, kissing you softly. It would take everything in himself to hold back.
Blood began traveling between his legs, creating an ever-growing bulge tenting the black fabric. If you had been any less focused, you’d have noticed by the sheer size. Fortunately, he took notice before you, covering his lap with interlaced fists. You just stayed the same; focused and slightly embarrassed by the content that was being presented.
For you, it’d be hard to deny that you hadn’t had feelings for him either. He was handsome, funny, and impressively strong. But he need not know that you went to sleep thinking of his mouth on yours, or that his image had accompanied your weekly onanism. Rather, it would devastate you knowing such a humiliation could be upon you. Nor did you want to ruin the relationship you two had begun to develop.
You look over at him, sensing the strain in his voice. He stared straight ahead, seemingly zoned out.
“Yes? Sir?” you question, unconsciously scanning his figure. You cannot help but notice the tension in his hands.
“You’ve been doing a really fantastic job, and I am honestly impressed by your sustainability.” He says.
You blush, sitting upright and reverting your gaze.
“O-oh well, thank you sir, I-”
“And so, I want to test you further.” He says, finally looking towards you.
There was a glint in his eye; a look that sent a shiver down your spine.
“Oh, uhm…okay?" You say, obviously lost.
The doll in your arms had seemingly lost its curse, for it grew limp in your grip. You look down, observing its stillness. Impulsively, your gaze look towards his lap, noticing the twitching beneath the black polyester. Your eyes widen in panic.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god-
His hand grabs your chin with delicacy, slowly lifting your petrified face. It hadn’t occurred to you at that moment, but it was evident you were asleep. You had to be asleep. For, it was not possible you were next to your mentor, your teacher, in such a vulnerable state.
“I-I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean- I wasn’t- I didn’t see anything and-”
The warmth of his lips hit you like a truck, smashing into you fervently. A warm scent of cypress washed over you as you processed the situation. His mouth tasted strongly of mint, and his lips were rough and warm. Your body went stiff, as he quickly pulled away. You sat, mouth agape and eyes glossy. His eyes seemed feverishly absent, as he too developed a red hue upon his cheeks.
Was that…the test? W-was the doll supposed to be….working?
“I’ve heard you.” he growls, seemingly worried by your reaction. You blink.
“I said, I’ve heard you.” he says, stronger now.
Does he mean? Oh god no, it couldn’t possibly me-
“In your dormitory. Your bedroom.”
Your stomach drops, as does your eyes.
“Oh Gojo! Please Gojo! Faster! Please!” he mocks, semi-amused by your innate awkwardness.
You cover your face in your palms, attempting to escape this nightmare of a dream. In doing so, the doll in which you were holding fell to the floor and rolled beneath the coffee table.
No. This cannot be happening.
“The sounds I heard….tsk tsk tsk. Ever so…naughty? Did you feel no shame?” he questioned, obviously teasing.
You felt tears well up in your eyes, forcing themselves through out of frustration. He frowns, hands reaching for yours.
A dream a dream a dream. This is just a dream.
“Have I upset you? I apologize, that was inappropriate of me.” he says, still wearing a tiny grin as he pulls your hands away.
“It is quite alright. Very normal. Very human. I promise I am not upset.” He consoles.
You sniffle, keeping your gaze on anything but him.
“I'm……I’m sorry. Sir.” you say quietly.
“You- you know why! Because I-”
“Because you want me to fuck you?” he interjects.
You keel back, overrun by embarrassment.
“Well? Do you want me to fuck you?” he presses, leaning towards you slowly.
“I- I never said that! I-I- I mean I’m not denying my a-actions, b-but I never-”
“But you did? I heard you, and to be quite frank…I cannot forget about it. No matter how hard I’ve tried, I cannot stop hearing the sounds you made.”
“I want to…I want to…” he says, eyes straining to find a sentence to his thoughts.
“Hear them again.” he spits out.
It’s hard to explain how you looked in this moment, for you had internally and externally shut down: Your heart stopped beating, your ears begun ringing, and your vision went white. Not only this, but your mouth was desert dry.
To Gojo, it looked as though you’d seen a ghost.
Gojo sat silently, apparently worried by your lack of response. Turning his head away, he took a hand to the couch, preparing to stand up.
Before he could spit out an apology, you move towards him. Roughly, you land your lips awkwardly against his jawbone; He jolts in surprise, whipping his head back towards you. Unconsciously your hands grab for him, gripping onto his uniform. Your petrified expression had turned to something far more salacious.
He wore a crimson hue below his now, frenetic eyes. A slight movement in his pants indicated an equal lascivious emotion.
In a fraction of a second, he mounts you, tangling a hand in your hair. Swiftly, he returns to your lips, this time more passionate than the last. His tongue had moved its way past yours, causing an overwhelming sensation run down your spine. Involuntarily, you buck into his leg, hands still gripping onto the fabric of his uniform. Equitably, he also presses into you, groaning into your lips.
What…what the hell is happening?!
Gojo moves his other hand up your waist, hovering above your chest. Pulling away, he rests his mouth by your ear.
“May I?” he asks in a breathy whisper.
You reciprocate with a groan, arching into his touch. His fingers envelop your breast, squeezing tightly around the skin. You feel his lips travel below your ear, sucking lightly on the tender skin. His teeth graze along your swollen flesh, biting softly into the bruise.
“Sorry…” he teases, pressing into you once more.
His groin had to have been at least the size of a 20oz bottle, for it ran from the tip of your knee to the top of your thigh. It was increasingly warmer than the rest of his being, nearly 5 degrees hotter.
Unraveling itself from your hair, Gojo’s other hand snakes around your throat, squeezing lightly. His head lifts from your neck, dragging a string of saliva with it. You notice the color coming back to his drunken eyes as he collects his thoughts.
You nod, finding heaviness in your breath; The taste of mint still staining your tongue. His saliva plops in one heavy drop, falling upon your now, heavily perspired shirt.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
It was quite an erotic scene. Uniform hiked up just enough to show his v-line; Sweat dribbling down his white happy trail, dripping onto the unmistakable bulge in his trousers. His once tidy appearance had now taken on a more disheveled look, for his hair was scruffy and his breath was short.
“I need to hear it. Your voice.” he pleads, squeezing your throat once more.
How do I speak? How do you speak? What even are words?
“N-no.” you utter. He inches closer.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks again, enjoying the vulgarity of his words.
You blush once more, hating the limelight. It was far too late to pretend as though you had no feelings; In fact, it seems as though you had always been an open book to him. You wonder, what exactly did he not know?
He smiles, teeth and all.
“Can I try a new…technique on you?” he requests.
Oh no…what could that possibly entail…
You hesitantly stall, partially lost by the sight of whatever is living in his pants.
“...like, what?” you inquire, visibly dubious of his intentions.
He leans over, pressing a mere 50 pounds on your chest alone. His hand around your neck releases as he fidgets at something out of sight. Upon returning, you are greeted with the doll in which you had merrily omitted. His sickening grin sits behind the toy, seemingly proud of his disposition. You cringe.
“I want you to balance your cursed energy into this toy… while I fuck you from behind” he announces loftily; He’s salivating just by the thought of it.
“Sir, remember? I am your teacher, am I not?” He interjects. His wicked attitude shows no mercy to your patience. You huff, slightly agitated by his incessant teasing.
“Sir.” you sigh, rolling your head back onto the armrest.
Gojo leans back down, grazing your lips with his own. His eyes never leave yours as he steadily drags his tongue across your bottom lip, groping once more at the tenderness of your breast. You moan, rutting back into the leg mounted between your thighs.
You push him away, hardly generating a stir. He watches as you shakily snatch the doll from his hands, nodding in approval. Fortunately, you were good at balancing your annoyance into something. A purple cloud enveloped the toy, displaying your life-force of cursed energy.
“Very good~ “ he praises, utilizing the opportunity to squeeze you once more.
The flow in energy barely alters, showing an undeniable concentration.
Impressive, he thought; Nevertheless, it was his job to push you and push you he shall. Immediately, he takes his empty hand to your crotch, rubbing softly against the fabric. The jolt that runs along your figure is -to him- quite satisfactory, as is the moan that escapes you. The toy begins to stir slightly, rumbling in your hands.
“Focus, y/n~” Gojo remarks, grinning at your glaring eyes.
He continues massaging along your groin, applying pressure whenever you get too quiet. At one point, you even begin grinding against his fingers, choosing a more pleasurable pace.
“Does it feel good, y/n?” he asks
You groan, feeling his eyes burning into your skin. To him, he saw a beautiful creature; Sweat slicked skin, lust-filled eyes, and a heavy breath. All in which was his to devour.
“M-more. Please, sir.” you cry in humility. The spot in which he was kneading became dark and damp.
“Heh….” he groans, perspiration trickling down his forehead.
“Please…Gojo-” you beg, eyes fluttering to meet his.
An insatiable hunger washes over him as he grips onto the seam of your bottoms; Expeditiously yanking both your pants and undergarments down, entangling your ankles in the fabric. As if mad, he jerks your shirt up, up off your head; Leaving the garment right at your wrists. It was now that you were completely exposed, for both your wrists and ankles were entwined in the fabric.
The cold air stings your skin, causing an uncomfortable amount of goosebumps to form around your chest. The doll in which you held was thrashing in the air, punching empty space above your head. Gojo hums approvingly, pressing a finger at your hardened nipple. You wince, pulling away from the cold touch.
“Stop….teasing…” you whine.
He smirks, audibly huffing in pride.
In a fraction of a second, you’re on your stomach, ass up. The toy, now limp, dangles from your hands.
A harsh smack brings you from your whiplash, as a red hand-print marks your left buttock. You yelp in pain, feeling his hand snake through your hair again.
“Shhh shh, it’s alright.” He soothes, pulling slightly.
“You’ve done so good. Indeed, one of the best I’ve seen.”
The sound of his zipper fills the room.
“This is the final test, ok?” he says, licking a long strip along your ear.
“O-ok-” you respond, trembling from the sensation.
His length lands heavily on your back, clearly aroused. You look back for a brief moment, overcome by curiosity.
His penis was roughly 9 inches, base to tip. Furthermore, the girth was unimaginable; Probably the equivalent of a soda can. The entanglement of hair around it created a jungle of powder-white mayhem.
How is it-...? How am i-...?
Your horror must have been evident, considering Gojo felt inclined to encourage.
“Oh, it’s ok. I’ll be very gentle, ok? You’ve been able to take me before, right? Haha, just kidding~ “ he says with a devilish smirk. You sigh, furrowing your eyebrows in defeat. He takes this moment to kiss your neck, sucking once more on the tender skin.
His erection finds its way to your entrance, rubbing slowly against the skin.
“Ready?” he asks, biting down onto your flesh.
The wound stings as he pulls away, letting go of your hair. Crimson blood trickles down to your collarbone.
“Mmm, sorry...Too much?” he asks, wiping a hand across his lips.
“N-no……no, just- just please, Gojo! Please! Fuck me, please!” you shout into the armrest, arching your hips towards him. You were tired of the teasing, planning to untangle the clothing from your limbs and force yourself onto him instead.
That was until you felt him grip onto your hips with uncontestable force.
His digits dig deep into your pelvis, forming a nasty bruise. A warm sensation fills your belly as your walls steadily stretch open. You cry out in pain, tensing up from the inconceivable pressure. His head pushes along gradually, slowly sinking its way deep into your being. The noises in which he releases are nothing short of ethereal.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” you cry.
A tear rolls down your cheek and onto the couch.
Your back trembles as you drag away gently, feeling him pull lightly at your spongy membrane. Momentum pushes him forward, sliding you back to his hips. His head falls back as he continues this push-and-pull movement with you, engrossed in pure delight. A gooey liquid oozes from your entrance, gliding down between your thighs -ultimately- dripping onto the couch below.
Eventually, push-and-pull turns into animalistic copulation. The sound of his thighs slapping your soft skin echoes off the walls. Your arms and legs still bound, leaving you nowhere to run from this feral animal you call your teacher. His cock slides in and out of you with ease, pulling more sounds from you with each thrust. His hands move from your hips to your lower back, pushing you deep into the couch.
“Hah- Hah, fuck…mmmm yeah, you like that?” he moans.
You feel the drool pooling out of your mouth, spilling onto the cushions. You were drunk; Drunk on dick.
Gojo. gojo. gojo…dick. fuck. gojo fucking…gojo’s dick. fuck.
He moves from his knees to his feet, pressing much of his weight into each thrust. The tip of his penis pushes so far, your belly begins enveloping the shape.
“S-sir, I- heh, hah fuck, fuck Gojo, please don’t stop.” you mouth, barely getting the words out.
His pace quickens, slamming into you with such intensity you’d ought to be dead. His breathing was feral, that of a wild animal. Indeed, it seemed he intended to breed you as such.
“Cant- stop- hah, so good, feel so good baby, yeah? Want me t-to fucking cum? Want me to cum with you? F-fill you up, y/n?”
More tears stream down your cheeks as your pleasure builds.
“Y-yes! God, fuck yes, g-gojo!” you scream.
His sweat drips onto your back in heavy drops, sliding down between your shoulder blades. The cloud of fiery heat between you is suffocating. In fact, you were coaxed in a thick layer of sweat yourself. This level of moisture made it hard for him to keep a steady grip, for he had begun solely relying on the power of his hips. In an attempt to assist, you start rutting into him as well, using your knees and elbows as support.
The feral breathing, the sloppy thrusts, the vigorous twitching; All of these point towards his climax. One in which was about to hit you harder than any late-night fantasy ever could. You felt the burning tearing its way through your stomach, building itself pound per pound.
“M’gonna, cum, heh- g-gonna cUM!” he whines, emptying into you in vehement spurts.
Each shot of his boiling semen sends a hot flash through your body, bringing you in and out of blackness. His thrusts slow down before completely stopping; A thick sludge coats your walls with a fiery heat, sticking itself to his cock as he pulls out. It runs down your trembling thighs, falling in coagulated drops. Tears flow down your cheeks, as your glossy eyes attempt to re-align with reality.
He grabs your limp arm and flips you back over, staring at the tears staining your cheeks. His hand reaches for them, wiping them away with his thumb.
He could tell you hadn’t caught up with time yet, for your mouth hung open in quite the disgraceful expression. Drool poured excessively from your lips as your frame convulsed abnormally. It's as though he re-wired all parts of your being.
“Shit…” he says worriedly.
His hand reaches for your cheeks, squeezing them tightly; His eyes look to yours.
“Y/n? y/n, look at me. Are you alright? I’m sorry, that was too much...I couldn’t control myself. y/n?” he says anxiously, eyes furrowing in distress.
You move your gaze towards him, letting out a prolonged whimper. He sighs, quickly kissing your soaked lips. The gentle movement brings movement in you, helping you come down from your high; Minutes pass like this, lip-locked and quiet. The gentleness of his embrace completely contradicting his previous nature but allowing you time to pacify your overwhelming lack of thought.
Eventually, he pulls away, adorning a shit-faced grin.
“Good job, y/n.” he says, grabbing the toy from your stone-grip hands.
This time, the doll is thrown across the room; Discarded for good.
A sigh escapes your lips as you pull your arms from their frozen position, t-shirt still wrapped around your limp wrists. You let your bound hands rest upon your chest, settling right above your throbbing heart.
“T-thank you, Gojo.” you say, fluttering your eyes closed.
You hear the snickering before you feel it; His arousal prodding your entrance once more. Your breath stutters in disbelief. More sweat runs down your neck, tickling the sensitive skin.
His hand wraps around your neck, gripping slightly.
“Round two~?” he implores teasingly.
It’s going to be a long night.
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