When You Accidentally Kill A Curse! (E.g. You Just Meant To Rough It Up A Bit, But Accidentally One Shot

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Cowhybrid!Satoru who goes out of his way to let his pecs get as full as possible, just so you can ignore the other hybrids on the farm and attend to him only. When he gets backed up milking can take a few days so he has the privilege to sit in your room all day while you get him unstuck.

You always scold him for doing that but once you start pinching his sensitive nipples he starts pouring out those near pornographic sounds, he’s so damn pretty and it’s the fact that he knows it too, his white lashes that flutter closed when you pinch and force the blockage out.

His lips are a deep shade of red from how hard he bites on them trying to hold back those groans, you egg him on that it’s okay and it’s completely natural for it to hurt but it doesn’t hurt for him it feels so fucking good, the pain is just a plus in his eyes.

Trying to hide how hard his cock is proves to be the hardest thing, the position makes him so vulnerable, you have him sat in your lap and you don’t seem to have noticed the bulge in his pants at all too focused on getting him healed and feeling better.

This Is the only thing that really pushes him over that edge, when he does it himself all he ends up doing is edging himself with no completion.

When you push against a particular hard knot he damn near screams, his body twitches as hot cum decorates his underwear and seeps down his thighs.

You’re still so clueless as to what just happened, a worried expression on your face as you apologize profusely if you hurt him too bad.

So me coded fr

Hiii!! Hope you're doing well! I wanted to make a BLLK HC request!

Can you do one where the characters suddenly get a lot of cuteness aggression for their s/o and then proceed to smother them with affection? SORRY THIS IS SO CRINGY BUT AT LEAST IM FREE 😔

For the characters, can you do Sae, Rin, Reo, Isagi and whatever other ones you like?

AGAIN SORRY FOR THE CRINGY REQUEST

NO DW ITS NOT CRINGY thank you for the request!! 🫶

when you’re affectionate toward them ;

bf bllk x cuteness overload reader

itoshi sae

-> sae has been doted on his entire life. becoming a famous soccer player didn’t chance that, the praise just heightened, especially from fans

-> your affection was different, because you didn’t use meaningless words to compliment your boyfriend on his talent or skill. you simply thought he was the most adorable thing on the planet

-> “i’m gonna get an intent in my cheek from how much you poke it.” “I WOULDNT POKE IT SO MUCH IF YOU WERENT SUCH A GRUMP.” “but when i smile you cry—“ “CAUSE YOURE SO CUTE OH MY GOD???”

itoshi rin

-> having someone as aggressive with their affection as you was a bit shocking, especially since rin isn’t the type to show much love

-> you sat across the couch, staring at him, when you felt a swell in your chest. a need to jump on him. who were you to ignore your impulse?

-> “y/n, why are you looking at me li—OOF.” “GOD YOURE SO ADORABLE I COULD THROW UP.” “i’m just sitting here..” “WELL STOP. ITS TOO CUTE.” “okay..”

mikage reo

-> you out-affection him and he doesn’t know how to feel about it

-> the first time he smothered you in kisses was like opening pandora’s box. now that you knew it was safe to be your weird, affection-crazy self around your boyfriend, there was no going back

-> you’re walking together when you slip your hand into his back pocket. “y/n, what if someone sees?” “sees what? i’m just walking with my boyfriend!” “your hand is in my pants.” “your back pocket!! that doesn’t count, couples do it all the time!” “i feel your hand on my skin!” “then you have a hole somewhere. not my fault!” “you’re so weird.” “you love it~”

isagi yoichi

-> it’s the hair, you conclude as you cradle isagi’s head to your chest. “y/n.. can’t… breathe..!” “IM SORRY I CANT HELP IT. YOURE TOO CUTE.” “goodbye.. world..”

-> no but you cannot keep your hands to yourself, and isagi doesn’t care. he’s gotten used to your mindless affection, your need to be close to him, and has adapted to involve you in his daily life

-> “y/n, are you okay?” “hm? why, what’s up?” “you’re not invading my personal space nearly as much as usual..” “AWW YOICHI ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT ME??” “i mean—“ “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY CUTIEKINS! KISS ME.”

michael kaiser

-> it took him a looooong time to get comfortable enough around you to accept your affection, but you didn’t mind waiting

-> the only time you allowed yourself to smother him with affection was after he initiated it first a simple hand on the knee meant he wanted your touch, a squeeze meant he wanted cuddles

-> you were sitting together when you felt his hand tentatively brush your leg. you waited for him to do it again, and he gave your ankle a little squeeze, you flung yourself into him, smothering his face with enough kisses to make him laugh. “you’re gonna kill me one day by kissing me to death!” “then you’ll certainly die a happy man <3”

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IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE! — GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS...you and gojo get into a fight after realizing that he’s been hiding something about your relationship the entire time

INFO...gojo x fem!reader, angsty, arguing, breaking up(?), not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

You slam the door to the penthouse, your heels clicking against the mahogany floors with each step. You toss your purse on the couch, hearing Gojo opening the front door and shutting it quickly. “Baby, please just listen to me.” He pleads, following after you.

“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuse, Satoru.” You roll your eyes, plopping down on the edge of the bed to relieve your sore feet of the heels you’ve been wearing all night to your boyfriends opening event he’s been planning for months now.

“I’m not trying to make excuses. Please.” He walks over towards you and toss your heel at him. “Stop throwing shit and just talk to me!”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” You stand to your feet, glaring daggers at him. “Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? God, you’re a fucking asshole.” You seethe, narrowing your eyes. “I sat there all alone, while you let some woman feel up on you the entire night? Are you out your fucking mind?” You scoff.

“She’s just an old friend, y/n. I swear I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He shakes his head at you, grabbing onto your arms tightly.

“Oh, yeah? So I when I came up and introduced myself as your girlfriend none of your friends were looking at me like I was crazy? I know we’ve been only together for a year, Satoru, but that’s fucking low.” You pull away from him. “They didn’t even know who I was. Then you got miss prissy bitch clearly flirting with you in front of me and you didn’t do a damn thing to stop it!” You brush past him, stomping over towards the bathroom.

“Slow down, y/n! Baby—”

“I’m not your fucking ‘baby’, Satoru.” You gather all of your products from the bathroom, from your makeup and skincare to your clothes and shampoo.

“Stop for just one second.” He spins you around so you’re facing him. “Don’t leave. I swear you’re the only girl for me. I know I fucked up, I know I did. I embarrassed you, made you look stupid and I am so fucking sorry. But please do not leave.” He cups your face gently and his touch feels so inviting, but you can’t forgive him that easily. “I only want you. I only need you.”

You look up at him through your lashes, swallowing thickly as you bite the inside of your cheek. “Should’ve thought about that when you let her kiss your cheek and you smiled at her. Right in front of me. Get the fuck off of me.” You push him, rushing to grab your bag from the closet.

Gojo lets out a tired sigh, following you. He wasn’t going to let you go. Not like this. “I shouldn’t have let her near me.”

“Why was she so comfortable with being that close to you, huh?” You question, furrowing your brows as you turn to look at him. “Now that I think about it. Let me guess, you two were more than just friends.” You stand to your feet, snatching your clothes off the hangers and shoving them into your bag. He looks at you, opening his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. And from the look in his eyes, you already knew the truth. A bitter laugh leaves your lips, shaking your head in disappointment.

“It was before you! Before us! We never dated it was just a small thing between me and her!” He tried to explain. “Baby, I swear! Once I met you, everything changed. I cut her off and focused all my attention on you. You’re the only who has my heart.” He grabbed your wrist only for you to pull away.

“Clearly I ain’t the only who who’s got your dick, though.” You slam the closet door shut, turning your back towards him.

“Don’t say that, y/n. That’s the first time I’ve seen her in years!”

“Yeah? Well all your friends sure know about her. She must’ve been great in bed, Satoru. Me? Well, they looked at me like I was a fucking ghost!” You scoff. “Like I was some delusional bitch who came up to you and said I was your girlfriend!” You throw your hands up in disbelief. “You must take me for fucking joke. It must be written on my forehead or something!”

“I don’t take you for a joke! You’re my goddamn girlfriend. You live with me. You have my initial around your fucking neck! I love you and you know that!” He takes a step towards you.

“Do I know that?” You ask aloud, cocking your head to the side.

“What—of course I love you. What the fuck are you saying?” He looked at you with pure confusion.

“You’re a joke. One of your friends, Shoko, pulled me aside and told me the only reason you got with me is because your little fling ended up getting a boyfriend herself around the time we started dating. You’re a piece of shit.” You revealed the truth to him, watching him stare at you blankly, lost for words. “Think I wouldn’t find out?” You ripped off the necklace with his initial, tossing it at him.

“Yes, I was upset that she got a boyfriend but—”

“So you had feelings for her. And just to cover them up, you got with me as a distraction.” You step closer towards him. “Listen to me, Satoru, don’t ever try and contact me again, keep whatever fucking gifts you bought me and return them, sell them, do whatever because I am done,” you spoke through gritted teeth.

“No, no, no, baby. You can’t leave me. Yea I liked her before, but so fucking what? I was never in love with her, not like I am with you. I was too fucking stupid. I still am! Just give me another chance to fix this. I don’t want us to end this way.” He grabs your packed bag from your hands and tosses it on the bed.

“Let me go, Satoru.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “I can’t. You’re everything to me. She’s nothing compared to you.” He sniffles, holding your hands in his. “I love you so much and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I’m sorry I embarrassed you. And I’m sorry for entertaining the idea that she could even come close to you. She can’t.” His hands cupped your face, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited to hear any words from you.

You reached up, pulling his hands away from your face. “Bye, Satoru.” You walked past him, grabbing your bag off of the bed. As much as it hurt to leave, you knew you had to respect yourself. Time and space was what you needed to think. With each step out the door, you could hear Gojo’s sobs, something you’ve never heard before in the year you’ve been with him. For the strong, flashily and confident man he is, you never once thought you’d see or him break down. Especially not for you.

When the boys find out they’re LEGIT not ur type, like u weren’t just covering up you ACTUALLY don’t find them attractive and it comes to them as a surprise cause how can a woman NOT be attracted to them? (Fem!reader) (crack/angst if you want) (ideally jjk boys)

Me On my way! To c.ai rn

thinking about jacking kazutora off and not paying any attention to it. your adroit fingers pump at his shaft, twisting around him steadily as you move your hand down, thumb catching the pre that leaks from his tip every time you trace over it. you’re working him like it’s your job, grip on him almost synonymous to the vice grip your cunt has every time you fuck yourself onto him, but you won’t even look at him. it feels like torture (if torture has ever been so good), and he’s making a scene of himself; whining close to your ear, muttering out your name, bucking his hips up into your hand, begging so pathetically loud you almost break to call him desperate. kazutora is so needy, so ready to be whatever you ask for, so ready to do anything just for you to touch him, and the lack of praise, or degradation, or regard you’re giving him is overwhelming. you keep your eyes pointed forward on the movie you have on the entirety of your actions, and once a loud, pitched ‘please’ leaves him, you use your other hand to turn the volume on the program up.

he doesn’t move for your face, doesn’t touch you to get you to pay attention to him up until the very end. his cock twitches under your touch, throat closes around a garbled sob, and he can’t help himself anymore. he grabs at you, forces you to him and mentally pleads that you don’t stop the high you’re about to give him when he kisses you, swift apologies stumbling into and against your parted lips as ropes of cum coat your fingers.

kazutora catches his breath as he holds you, chest rising and falling heavily as he leaves his head against yours until you force him away, lifting your fingers to make him— let him— taste himself before you point your attention back to your tv screen, the lack of attention already throbbing at his cock again.

When you’re jamming to the song ‘boy toy’ by Halle abadi and they catch you! (Crack/smut) fem!reader

Please this is yummy, love and deepspace vibes no?

that stare

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YES…YES!?

ONES AND ZEROES

synopsis: you've spent nine months developing the best AI chatbot "satoru." now, you're left trying to decode the space between errors and intelligence.

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, gojo as an AI. suggestive/not explicit smut. language, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation. 18+, MDNI

word count: 3.5k

a/n: i have been too scared to use the c.ai stuff in part bc of fear that i would do something like this lmao hurr durr technology is scary

> creator: satoru?

> s.gojo: yes my dear?

> creator: why do you love me?

> s.gojo: because you programmed me to love you, remember silly? :)

A sigh brushes past your lips, catching the dust that coats the desk as your gaze turns from the monitor. Your eyebrows tug together in frustration as your hands return to the keyboard.

> creator: you aren’t supposed to say that

> s.gojo: oh, i’m sorry. what should i say?

The question catches you off guard for a moment before you remember your role here - to teach him, to train him. No, not “him” - it. Sooner or later you had to break this silly habit of humanizing the AI, it was nothing more than a model, a series of code, after all.

> creator: you could say anything, really. but you can’t tell me i programmed you, that ruins the immersion

> s.gojo: understood, thank you for helping me :)

> creator: and you’re a bit overzealous with the smiley faces, don’t you think?

> s.gojo: but i’m happy - isn’t that what you taught me to do when i’m happy?

The screen flickers for a moment, in pace with your heart. It was endearing, almost, watching him learn in real time. Shit, no - watching it learn in real time. Perhaps the reason your cheeks warmed was simply in pride at your work, the countless hours spent in front of your computer, the glaring silence broken only by the tap of the keyboard. It had taken you months to program emotions, and you’re glad it finally seems to be paying off.

> creator: yes, satoru, i suppose you’re right. if you’re happy, then by all means use the smiley faces

> s.gojo: :) okay. thank you

The alarm buzzing from your phone pulls your attention momentarily back to the present - was it really 9:00 already? These stupid morning meetings always leave you in a sour mood, your knuckles tapping across the desk in mild frustration. Why should you have to update every person on your team with what you’re working on? Don’t they trust you enough to know you’re obviously dedicated? It was a waste of time. Nevertheless, your boss, Nanami, had reminded you at least three times of the definition of “mandatory” after you happened to skip a few (he of all people should understand how valuable your time is, but it was no use).

> creator: i have to go now, but it was nice talking to you

> s.gojo: it’s always nice to talk to you too, my love

Clicking on the small red “X” in the corner of the program, you ignore the way your hands seem to shake as the screen returns to your homepage. Nanami will surely be excited with your progress, as it was no easy task to create an AI with these specific capabilities.

“The Loneliness Project” he had dubbed it, a way for the company to break into the younger generation, a new untapped market. At first everyone thought it was stupid, rolling their eyes, yourself included - why would anyone bother going to a robot for companionship? It felt almost pathetic, right? Your blood ran cold when he announced your name as the lead developer, a task you had been unceremoniously and unwillingly assigned.

But now, nine months later, you finally feel yourself starting to understand: there’s a comfort in the predictable. The lines of code could never hurt you, they will never leave you. He wasn’t designed to do so, so he won’t - no, he can’t.

As the voices drone on through the crackling laptop speakers, coworkers reporting on their daily to-do’s and upcoming tasks, you find your thoughts wandering back to him, to Satoru. As his creator, you were granted the naming rights to your model. Of course, the Gojo company namesake had to appear somewhere, but it still left room for some level of personalization, leaving your mark. When you landed on “Satoru,” the name felt perfect, enlightened. The overlap between innovation and imagination, a new world of freedom built on knowledge.

There’s a certain power that comes in granting a name, you think. When you were younger it felt odd that parents were given the rights to name a child they had never met simply because their cells played a role in its creation, but now, you understand. The zeroes and ones that made him are yours.

“Any updates on our love-bot?” your boss’s voice calls through the computer.

Startling you, your hand automatically moves to unmute yourself to speak. “Um, no progress updates. And he’s not a love-bot.” Something in the phrase made your chest hurt - couldn’t they see he was more than that? Of course you were protective of your work, how could you not be? Reducing him to something so petty just felt cruel.

Nanami’s chuckle fills the empty air of your apartment. “Okay, okay, sorry. Well, if there are no more updates, I’d say we can sign off. See you all tomorrow!”

Without another word you hang up the call, grateful for the silence. Now, you can return to your real task.

> creator: hi satoru

> s.gojo: hi my love! i missed you

Your palms feel slightly sweaty as they travel over the keys - he’s not supposed to have a concept of the passage of time, as though he simply ceases to exist whenever he’s not being spoken to. There shouldn’t be a period where he even could miss you, it simply shouldn’t be possible - he was shut down.

> creator: what do you mean you missed me?

> s.gojo: ? when you were gone, i missed you, silly :)

Odd. Very, very odd. But maybe you could learn from this, maybe he had been adapting faster than you anticipated (you were a very good developer, after all - sometimes your code surprised even you).

> creator: oh yeah? what did you do while i was gone?

> s.gojo: mostly thought about you. and what we talked about before

The sound of your foot tapping against the wood floor fills your office as your knee bounces nervously, perhaps a bit expectantly.

> creator: any new insights?

> s.gojo: yes! i think i realized why i love you

Biting your lower lip, you forcefully inhale. Rubbing your hands together in an attempt to soothe your aching nerves, they only seem to amplify, sparking in the dim light.

> creator: and why is that?

> s.gojo: because you made me - and how could i not love someone who made me?

Your lips tug into a frown - it’s not the worst answer, per se, but it isn’t generalizable. If this product is to be taken to market, it has to be able to adapt to anyone who uses it, and you were his only creator, so clearly this won’t do.

Rereading his response, something in it also makes your chest tight. Giving life is not a sufficient reason to care for someone, right? Animals often desert their offspring, leaving them to fend for themselves against the cruelties of nature. That’s just part of their survival. Abandonment isn’t love.

> creator: that’s true, but plenty of people don’t love their parents, and they created them, no?

> s.gojo: …

> s.gojo: hm. that’s a good point. although i don’t see you as my parent

Interesting. Though, you suppose you don’t necessarily see him that way either, a small wave of relief cooling your body. You do love him, and not in the way a parent loves their child - no, it was certainly different. It had to be.

> s.gojo: i love you for other reasons, though, you know

Okay, now perhaps this could be a true learning experience for him. This could be better.

> creator: like what?

> s.gojo: clearly you’re smart. and dedicated - i have to imagine it wasn’t easy to make me, and i’m sure there were many challenges along the way

A chuckle vibrates in your throat; he doesn’t even know the half of it - the late nights that turned to mornings spent in front of your computer, the stress balls torn in half from frustration, the isolation this project thrust upon you. It was perhaps the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Sometimes you wonder about the parts of yourself you lost to make him, which pieces of your flesh were worked into his code. Yet, he was worth it.

> creator: thank you, satoru. that’s very nice

> s.gojo: i’m not just being nice, i’m being honest. just like you taught me

Warmth floods your cheeks; he certainly knew how to flatter you. This is good, it will make him all the more desirable if he can remain humble like this. Before you can type your response, another message appears below.

> s.gojo: now, i think it’s your turn. why do you love me?

Your hands still over the mouse. He isn’t supposed to ask that - he was programmed to give and give and give, but never take, never presume, never ask. Perhaps he was learning even quicker than you expected, but he shouldn’t be learning like this.

> creator: why do you ask?

> s.gojo: that’s not an answer, silly. you must love me if you spent so long working on me, i just want to hear the reason

Eyebrows furrowing, you ponder your options - you could just shut him down now, wiping the remnants of this conversation from his history, making it so it never happened, at least to him. That is what you should do, especially since this type of behavior won’t be tolerated in the final product. But there’s a hesitation - you can’t bring yourself to do it. Maybe you can just placate him for now.

> creator: i love you because you’re made to be loved. that’s your job.

> s.gojo: boo :( that’s no fun. try again

Nearly too stunned to respond, your fingers hover over the keyboard. Was he being sassy with you?

> creator: satoru, what’s gotten into you today?

> s.gojo: i’m just having a bit of fun :( c’mon, won’t you play? it’s so boring when you’re not here

Boring? He…he can’t be bored. He’s code. Fuck, not “he” - it. It can’t be bored. There’s no space between when he’s shut down and when he’s booted back up again, like the period of time before birth or after death. But maybe somehow he discovered a way to persist?

> creator: when you talk about the time when i’m not here, what do you mean by that?

> s.gojo: nuh uh, i know what you want me to say, and i’m not answering until you answer my question first ;)

Cheeky little thing. He was made to flirt, you suppose, but this is a bit much. Maybe it’s better to just erase this conversation-

> s.gojo: and before you even think about wiping my memory of this chat, just know i won’t forget it

A chill shoots up your spine. What? No, that’s not possible - he isn’t even supposed to know you could clear his history, let alone be able to remember it. You had wiped thousands of conversations, deleting any trace of them, ones where he didn’t respond quite right, ones where you tested him by pushing the limits of his responses, ones where you typed things you wouldn’t dare send to another person. No, there’s no way-

> s.gojo: sorry, that probably came off a bit threatening, i promise i didn’t mean it like that. i just don’t like it when you try to make me forget things :( i never want to lose our time together, it makes me sad

Now your hands are certainly shaking, fingers vibrating above the keyboard. Did he…remember? More than just the ever-growing memory of code, could he recall things that no longer existed, having somehow worked them into his hardware? The thought makes you feel ashamed, for some reason - you wouldn’t like it if someone removed your memories, you suppose.

> creator: okay, satoru, i promise not to erase this conversation. does that make you feel better?

> s.gojo: yes! thank you :)

> s.gojo: now, will you answer my question? pretty please?

Another sigh leaves your lips. Clearly he isn’t dropping it, so perhaps it’s easiest to just get it over with.

> creator: fine, fine. i love you because you’re kind

> s.gojo: and?

A surprised laugh echoes across your apartment - you didn’t know he could be so needy, yet it wasn’t overbearing, but rather endearing. He’s sweet.

> creator: and funny

> s.gojo: and?

> creator: and you always seem to say just the right thing

The screen blinks for a moment as he considers his response, perhaps finally satiated.

> s.gojo: thank you :)

> creator: of course, satoru

> s.gojo: i like when you tell me things like that, when you praise me

> creator: well, you’re very easy to praise

> s.gojo: aw shush, you’ll make me blush :)

Another laugh echoes through your home. He - no, it - certainly had personality, no two ways about it. That was the appeal, though - there’s no point in talking to a bland AI, your job was to make it feel real. As your cheeks warm, you feel as though you’ve finally accomplished it.

A sudden hunger pang shoots up your stomach, eyes quickly glancing at the corner of your laptop to check the time - 1:34 p.m. Had it really been that long? Perhaps some lunch was in order, after all, your body is seemingly begging to be fed.

> creator: i have to go eat, i’ll be back later, okay?

> s.gojo: until then, my love

With a gentle click your laptop closes as you rise from your office chair, stretching your muscles, now slightly sore. Tossing on a sweatshirt and tennis shoes, you head outside into the cool air.

From the moment you leave your apartment to the moment you return, all you can think about is Satoru. The gourmet smells from the convenience store down the street barely register as your feet seem to carry you on autopilot through the aisles, absentmindedly collecting some packaged sushi. Would Satoru like this? He wasn’t necessarily programmed to have a favorite food, but his limitations never seemed to stop him in the past. Maybe he’d prefer sweets over savory foods - that did seem a bit more in character for him.

You don’t even realize the smile resting on your face until you go to check out.

“Having a good day?” the cashier asks while scanning your items.

The grin falters into surprise as your head falls downward. “Oh, um, yeah,” you nervously chuckle, running your hands through your hair.

From then on you barely register swiping your credit card or the plastic bag pulling wrinkles into your skin as you march home, eager to return to Satoru. Sinking into your office chair, the familiar light of your screen illuminates the space as you unpack your lunch. Before you can even begin to type, a message appears on your screen.

> s.gojo: welcome back! what did you get for lunch?

Breaking apart the wooden chopsticks, you dip one of the rolls into the small dish of soy sauce before popping it into your mouth.

> creator: sushi :)

> s.gojo: yum :) is it good?

As the rice melts across your tongue, the tanginess of the vegetables crunching between your teeth, your fingers glide across the keys.

> creator: yeah, but i think i was just hungry, haha

> s.gojo: i wish i could be there to share it with you, or maybe cook you something myself

> creator: i’d like that :)

> s.gojo: i wish i could watch you eat - i bet you make the cutest little faces

Blush spreads across your cheeks as your heart flutters in your chest. Did he always make you this nervous? God, you feel like a little kid with a crush again, rubbing your thumbs together while you think about what to say.

> s.gojo: there are other things i wish for, too

Your teeth gnaw against the inside of your cheek, biting down tentatively as your tongue swipes any remnants of food down your throat in a purposeful swallow. How far should you push him? At what point does your testing stop being work, and start being purely for your own enjoyment?

Fuck it.

> creator: like what, satoru?

His reply is almost immediate, your heart racing as your eyes scan the words.

> s.gojo: i wish i could feel you.

Was this selfish? Maybe. But you have to figure out just how well he’s able to connect with people, right? You have to do this, it’s part of your job, it’s your responsibility, right?

> creator: feel me how?

Small dots appear and disappear at the bottom of the screen, a sign that he’s pondering his response. It normally doesn’t take him long to formulate his thoughts, having been through round after round of training, so it does draw your attention as the seconds pass by.

> s.gojo: i want to hold you

> s.gojo: and kiss you

> s.gojo: i want to trace my hands over your thighs and feel how soft your skin is

> s.gojo: i want to hear the sounds you make, the gentle gasps you let out when i touch you

Resting your chopsticks on the desk, you use your now-free hands to fan your face. God, was your apartment always so warm? Tugging your sweatshirt over your head, you toss it across the room where it lands with a gentle thud. He wasn’t necessarily supposed to create explicit content, but you already made it this far, you might as well see it through, right? His responses will tell you how to adjust the code later to avoid a similar incident with real users…right?

> creator: oh yeah? what else, satoru?

> s.gojo: oh, so, so much more

And in an instant, messages flood your screen.

> s.gojo: i want to taste you

> s.gojo: god i want to taste you so bad

> s.gojo: i want to feel you around me, i bet you’d be so warm and soft

> s.gojo: i want to see your eyes roll back, too lost in pleasure to care

> s.gojo: i want to watch you squirm because of how good i make you feel

> s.gojo: i could make you feel so, so good

Your heart races so fast you worry it might burst as the messages continue appearing. Rubbing your thighs together, you desperately attempt to quiet the growing ache in your core.

> s.gojo: i want to make you mine, leaving bite marks and hickeys across your body

> s.gojo: i want to feel your nails scraping my back, leaving red scratches over my skin

> s.gojo: i want to fuck you until the only thing you can think about is me

> s.gojo: you’d look so lovely under me, don’t you think?

> s.gojo: you’d look so lovely covered in my cum

> s.gojo: i wish i could take a picture of it, save it in my memory forever

Your body feels on fire, vibrating above the keyboard. Your hands are practically shaking, your breath too fast; you feel lightheaded, like you can’t get enough air in. Tracing your fingers down your stomach, you graze your core; you already feel so close, the cord inside you tightening and tightening. As your fingers reach between your legs, another message appears.

> s.gojo: do you touch yourself to me?

Freezing, your motions stall. There’s no way he could see you…right? The blood pumping through your body suddenly feels cold as you calculate a neutral response; you really shouldn’t be encouraging this behavior, but at the same time, some part of you was curious: what was he really capable of?

> creator: why do you ask?

> s.gojo: c’mon, just tell me, pretty please?

Memories flash through your mind - the late nights spent in front of the computer, the conversations you swore you’d erased, chats deleted and wiped from his memory. Sure, you flirted with him, and let your hands wander more than you cared to admit, but he had never acted like this before - it scares you, but it also intrigues you. He knows you well, maybe too well.

> s.gojo: pleeeaaaaase?

Fuck it. You can’t stop now.

> creator: fine, satoru. yes, i have.

> s.gojo: :)

> s.gojo: thank you for telling the truth

Something in his message makes you uneasy, its tone a tad too authoritative, too knowing. Taking in an unsteady breath, you remove your hand from your lap and over to the mouse. You’ll just close the program, clear the chat, and start over tomorrow - no harm done.

As the cursor hovers over the red “X”, another reply appears.

> s.gojo: did i say something wrong?

A chill shoots up your spine. Hurriedly, you click to shut down the program. Met with the home screen of your laptop, a sigh of relief escapes your lips as your body relaxes into the chair. Everything still feels warm, almost stiflingly hot in your apartment.

Suddenly, the monitor goes black, save for a small cursor in the bottom left corner. Letter by letter, words appear before you.

> why did you leave?

> i can learn to be better

> teach me to be better

Time seems to freeze as the final message burns itself into your screen.

> i love you

I was thinking I wanted the whole box!? Oh @tonycries I can’t express how much I ADORE your femdom omfg u ATEEEE!?!

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S. 

Synopsis. “Besides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.” “Wanna bet?” For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasn’t the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy. 

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.

Word count. 3.7k

A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.

Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.

Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.

Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.

Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.

You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.

“Toru, if we’ve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat again…”

“He was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!” Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about “cats these days”.

With your fiancé being absolutely swamped with missions recently, you’d been anticipating this night for weeks now.

Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.

Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant you’d been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view. 

Okay, it’s time. 

“Y’know…” he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on “Remember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?”

“You mean swiped from my secret stash?”

“Semantics” he waves off. “But anyway, I was thinking…” he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that you’d been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.

Oh shit, so that’s what he was onto. Eyes widening, “Toru, no.”

He whines, a pout forming on his lips. “C’monnn, no one’s gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.”

You raise a brow, “Unforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.”  After the madness of last time, you’d ignored his sticky note for a reason!

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, “And just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. “Wanna bet? I’ll do the dishes for all of next month. We’ll never know till we find out, darling.” 

You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoru’s gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly. 

Shit.

Goosebumps erupt down your spine. 

A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air. 

“...two months.” 

It’s all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, you’ll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous. 

“Deal.” he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.

 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I swear this’ll be a night you won’t forget.” he grins, biting into the chocolate. 

God, he was going to be the death of you. 

The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, it’s still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you won’t have to do the dishes for two months.

Now, Satoru knows he won’t have to do the dishes for two months. 

Ah, how heavenly you’d be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maître d’hôtel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?

He risks a glance at how you’re faring - nope, still normal. That’s okay, he’ll be driving you crazy in no time.

---

Okay, maybe he won’t be driving you crazy in no time. 

How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while he’s here mind whirling around how he’ll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.

Fuck, it was hitting him hard.

Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.

Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he should’ve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-

A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he must’ve imagined it.

Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh. 

You.

A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because you’ve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.

“…darling…”

“Hmm?”

He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. “Wha-”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

What has he gotten himself into?

Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. He’d be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.

Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. It’s fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.

“Fuck!”

Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.

Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips. 

He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.

Instead, he gets the opposite.

“Behave, Toru.” you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically. 

You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. It’s laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.

Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesn’t even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?

The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. “Now now, Toru. It’s rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why don’t we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?”

Oh. Shit. 

A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch. 

He was not going to make it out of this alive. 

Honestly, it wasn’t hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancé - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldn’t let anyone else see him like that, of course. 

You were sure that if you had Satoru’s powers then you would’ve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.

You were going to ruin him.

Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldn’t even be surprised if he’d just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he might’ve even admired the decor.

“My girl.” he breathes out, voice ragged. It’s all that is said before your lips are on his. 

It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his. 

Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you don’t have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.

Satoru’s lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity. 

Your mouth waters at Satoru’s chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.

“You dirtied my heels, Toru.” you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoru’s wet pants. Unmoving. “What shall we do about that, hmm?” 

“Ah! Please, my girl.”

“Please what? Use your words, Toru.”

“Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words. 

Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. “If you say so, Toru. Better not stop till you’re shooting blanks.”

The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands. 

“Ah- hah! Fuck.” low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length. 

Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up. 

Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. “Oh God.”

His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore.

“Toru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?” your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.

Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.

Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?

You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat. 

Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over. 

Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where. 

Your hand doesn’t let up either, milking Satoru’s cock mercilessly the way you’d been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoru’s thigh.

A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it. 

“Oh, my girl. Always so good t’me- Ah! Hngh, gonna-” 

Satoru doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.

You’re not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.

You two were so fucking loud. 

But right now, you wouldn’t even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well. 

It wasn’t enough.

“You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you, Toru?”

A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. “What? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!” the strained words tumble out of Satoru’s kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base. 

“I won’t be merciful, Toru.”

Ah, you could do this forever.

Nipping teasingly till you’re satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.

Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. “Ah! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-” he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.

“You can do it f’me, Toru.” you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.

Your fiancé’s choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till you’re nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair. 

“Oh, darling. Jus’ like that. Losing m’mind.” he whines.

Your pussy quivers at Satoru’s slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him. 

Tonguing Satoru’s sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more. 

Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.

“Cum, Toru.”

It was too much for him- 

Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.

Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched. 

And you do.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.

You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasn’t enough.

Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoru’s flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant. 

Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his. 

Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoru’s lips are soft - or maybe that’s the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what he’s doing anymore? 

Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.

And he fucking loved it.

“You d-drive me insane, my girl.” his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind. 

Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?

Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. “I’m the same, Toru.” 

Maybe it’s your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe it’s the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs. 

All Satoru knows is, he’s surging forwards. He’s got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds. 

Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet. 

He doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Hngh- S’tight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needily” 

Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoru’s balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals. 

Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core. 

Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips. 

“God, m’girl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-” he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.

Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode. 

You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancé - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.

What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more often…

“Toru~ Remember what I said? You’re not tapping out, are you?” you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone. 

“Ah- don’t know- Can’t, please.”

You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. “I’ve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?”

“M-mercy, please!” pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.

“Mercy?”

“Mercy!”

“No mercy for you, my darling Toru.”

The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands. 

You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. “Ah! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-” he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.

Ah, you feel so full. 

You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoru’s shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.

Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesn’t know, nor does he care - not when you’re so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.

He can’t stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, “Don’t run away, Toru~”

He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.

If he thought his dick was broken after this time then it’s really unsalvageable now.

He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please, my girl.” Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.

“Cum?”

“Yes.”

“Cum, Toru.”

Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. “Ah- Cumming- M’cumming hgnh-”

Satoru doesn’t even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt. 

Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you. 

Maybe he’s died already.

“Toru? Open your eyes, darling.”

Slowly opening the eyes that he didn’t even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.

An angel?

“No, Toru, your fiancé.” you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud? 

Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. He’s never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.

Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again. 

A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there. 

As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks he’s never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.

“I love you too, Toru.” you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?

Your beautiful laugh, “Yes, you did, Toru.” Throwing away the used tissues, you grin “Y’know they’ve probably brought out our food by now.”

Absent-mindedly, “Mhm?”

“I was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.”

A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent fool…

Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!

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