gojoscumrag

[gojoscumrag]

ღ all the times I touched you - part 1

warnings: prostitute reader, soft smut

It was late when he came in. Still dusted with the scent of blood and burnt curse. His heavy boots echoed down the velvet hallway of the brothel. He had been here before for some meaningless releases, with women he can’t even remember. Some quickies in their room with extra tip. Literally.

That’s why the madam didn’t flinch when she saw him. She didn’t ask for his name, she didn’t need to. Perks of having money was that she didn’t ask unnecessary questions as long as he behaved and didn’t stir any trouble. After all this was an high end brothel, not one where you get fucking STDs from just touching something.

No, everything was clean in here and the girls were friendly. Still he craved more than a simple hook up for the night.

“What do you want?” the madam asked, not unkindly.

Gojo adjusted the dark blindfold over his eyes. “Someone quiet.”

“Submissive?”

“No,” he responded flatly. “Quiet. Doesn’t ask questions. Doesn’t try to impress me. Just–”

He didn’t finish and she didn’t press further. “I have someone,” she said. “She’s new. Doesn’t speak unless spoken to. Doesn’t try to read you. Are you interested?”

Gojo nodded and followed the madam down the hall to a door painted in black with gold trim. There was no name attached to it, but he didn’t read further into it. Names didn’t matter much. But there was a soft and warm pulse behind the door which felt pleasant on his skin.

The madam knocked and quietly spoke to the young woman. She was barefoot and dressed in silk that molded into her round curves. No perfume or fake smile. Just a bit of eyeliner and a fainting red on her lips.

She definitely was attractive and Gojo felt a twitch in his pants that in a few minutes he’d sink into her warm body.

The madam left with a nod and the girl held the door open for Gojo with a soft expression. She shortly noticed his blindfold, the exhaustion. The unusual aura humming around him like a storm. But she didn’t mention it or acted like it was a big deal. It was perfect for now.

He stepped inside and she didn’t reach for him or guided him to the bed like the other girls did before. Just let him stand there, taking in the scent of her warm skin. Body wash with her natural scent which grounded him.

“You’re not going to ask why I’m covering my eyes?” he asked, taking off his jacket.

She tilted her head calmly. “You came here for silence. Why would I ruin it?”

Gojo’s lips twitched in surprise and he sent her a faint nod.

She sat on the bed and waited for him patiently. He walked over slowly like a man wading into deep water. One hand reached for her wrist, testing. She let him take it. Still no questions.

He unbuckled his pants and let them fall low on his hips, enough to get his cock out later. Without a word he pressed her into the mattress and she reached for a condom which he didn’t like. Even when it was understandable, considering her job. Taking it from her he ripped the package open with his teeth and pulled the latex over his growing erection.

She didn’t make a fuss about undressing. Maybe she sensed it wasn’t necessary, at least not with him. She just opened her thighs and pushed her panties aside. Her small pink pussy already glistened and smelled honey sweet with arousal, warm and welcoming.

Settling between her legs Gojo didn’t rush and just slid in with a low, strangled breath while she moaned softly at his thickness stretching her open.

Still no questions. No unnecessary dirty talk. No rolling of hips to make him move. Not even when he stayed like this for seconds, minutes. He trembled slightly over her and grabbed her hips with a bit more force than necessary, because he felt like shattering and what kept him together was the wet heat surrounding his cock and her scent in his nose as pathetic as it was.

Slowly he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. His breathing hitched in a way that didn’t sound like arousal at all.

In return she stroked his hair once. “You’re safe here.” She whispered.

For the first time in weeks Gojo closed his eyes beneath the blindfold and let himself feel nothing at all as he took her.

[gojoscumrag]

would satoru be more into the praise or degradation kink?

satoru praising you isn’t just a kink. it’s a compulsion. he loves your body. your face. your moans. the way you break for him. and he tells you. over and over.

“look at you… taking me so well. my perfect girl. so sweet for me.”

he can’t shut up. his voice is low and hoarse, breathless with awe, because he still can’t believe you’re real. when you cry under him, he calls you beautiful. when you choke on his cock, he calls you strong. when you come so hard your thighs shake, he kisses you all over.

“you’re so good for me, baby. my pretty girl. i’m so lucky. so fucking lucky.”

he holds your face like a prayer. moans like he’s worshiping you. fucks you like he wants to memorize every inch of your skin and whisper love into every sore spot.

and the best part? when you praise him back—call him good, perfect, yours—he falls apart instantly. he clutches your waist, buries his face in your neck and fucks you like his heart’s unraveling.

praises turn sex into a love story. and satoru? he was made to tell you just how much he loves every ruined part of you.

but when he’s feeling mean? when he’s desperate, spiraling, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded?that’s when the filth pours out of his mouth like sin.

“is that all it takes to make you cry? fuck, you’re so pathetic for me.” he says it low, dangerous. his hand is wrapped around your throat, your face is flushed and you’re soaked between your thighs because his words hit too deep.

he calls you names. he laughs when you whimper. he thrusts harder when you try to hide your face, “you like this, huh? being used? that’s what you are, baby. just a tight little hole for me to fill.”

but here’s the thing, satoru’s degradation is laced with obsession. he’ll spit words that make you blush and sob and arch off the bed… but the moment he sees a flicker of doubt in your eyes? he’ll grab your jaw and say, “you’re mine. you hear me? no one else gets to touch you like this. no one else gets to fuck you this good.”

he degrades you because he knows you’re his. he does it because it’s a way to brand you. and when you ask for it. when you tell him to call you names, to be rough, to make you cry? he breaks. he gives you every filthy word you crave. and kisses your tears like they’re sacred.

so, which does he crave more? praise kink makes him feel loved. degradation kink makes him feel needed.

and satoru’s a greedy, messed-up romantic. some nights he needs to be soft. needs to praise you through every orgasm until you’re breathless and glowing. but other nights? he needs to break you. needs to fuck the desperation out of himself and replace it with your whimpers, your obedience, your tear-streaked moans begging him to keep going.

so, which one wins? he needs both. he wants to worship you and ruin you. he wants to tell you you’re a good girl while calling you his little slut in the same breath. he wants to see you cry and then kiss the tears away.

because satoru? he doesn’t just want to fuck you. he wants to know every version of you, especially the ones that break for him.

[gojoscumrag]

ღ his best friend’s sister - part 3

> part 1 | part 2

warnings: sex, bondage, gagging, fingering, dark!gojo, attempted sex in front of geto (no incest), manipulation

You hadn’t left your room in two days. Gojo hadn’t let you. You were sore, ruined, marked in places no one else would ever see. There were bite bruises on your thighs, fingerprints on your hips, his cum dried between your legs more than once. Every time you tried to leave, he pulled you back into bed, face down, knees apart, mouth too tired to beg anymore.

“Just one more time,” he whispered against your neck, dragging the fat head of his cock along your messy slit. “You can go after this.”

But he never let you go. He fed you stolen snacks from the kitchen and made you wear nothing but his old black t-shirt. He kissed your wrists when the belt left red lines. He pulled your panties back up after he fucked you and told you not to shower. He wanted his scent to cling to you like proof.

You were his. You’d always been his. And now, Geto knew.

He hadn’t spoken to you since he found Gojo between your legs. He hadn’t come back to the dorm. The silence felt louder than yelling. And Gojo—Gojo was smiling.

“Now he knows,” he whispered while he knelt between your legs again, hands firm on your thighs as he spread you open wide. “Now he can’t pretend.”

You whimpered as he slid back inside your raw heat, still sensitive, still dripping with the last time. “Satoru—please—”

“You think I don’t see it?” he growled, thrusting deep and slow. “The way he watches you? The way he tries to protect you from me?”

He leaned down, pressing his weight over you, eyes glowing like frostbite. “But he can’t. Not anymore. You’re not his to protect.”

You cried out as he hit your sweet spot, legs trembling.

“He gave up that right the first time you crawled into my bed and begged me to ruin you.” He fucked you harder. Meaner. With no mercy.

“And now?” His lips brushed your ear. “Now I want you ruined forever.”

Later Gojo made you wear his shirt again and nothing else down the hall to the dorm kitchen. It was 3 a.m. The place was quiet, but still your thighs were sticky, the shirt barely covered anything and his cum was drying down your inner thigh.

“You don’t have to do this,” you whispered as he trailed behind you, eyes fixed on your ass like he owned it.

He grinned. “You need milk. And I want Suguru to see what you look like when I’m done with you.”

You froze. “Satoru—”

“He should know.” Gojo’s hand slid between your thighs, two fingers pressing up into your swollen pussy. “He should see.”

You moaned softly, clinging to the counter.

“Just imagine him coming in now,” Gojo murmured, licking a stripe up your neck. “You bent over in the kitchen, dripping with my cum while I finger you like a toy.”

You squirmed, but his other hand held you still.

“And you’d let me. Wouldn’t you?” he growled. “You’d moan while he watched. You’d let me make you cum while your brother stood there helpless. Because I own you like you own me.”

You came like that, with your cheek pressed to the cold countertop. Gojo whispering filth in your ear and the threat of Geto catching you keeping your cunt soaking wet.

The next night he tied you down again. Tighter this time. Wrists cuffed to the bed with actual restraints. Ones he ordered online and picked up himself. You were gagged with your own panties now, mouth stuffed full while he kneeled beside you and ran his tongue slowly up your thighs.

There were cameras this time. Little red lights blinking from the dresser and the shelf. You struggled and Gojo just smiled.

“I’m not gonna post them,” he said. “They’re just for me. For when you’re gone. For when he takes you away.”

You made a desperate sound, eyes wide.

“Don’t worry,” he cooed, sliding two fingers inside you. “I’ll keep them safe. Just like I’ll keep you.” He kissed your stomach. “He’ll never let us stay like this. You know that.”

He fucked you slow and deep, like he was memorizing every inch from the inside out. One hand on your throat, the other holding your thighs open as your body arched for him without permission.

“I’ll have to take you,” he whispered. “We’ll run. Hide. Change names.”

You came without meaning to. Your cunt squeezed around him helplessly, slick and overstimulated. And Gojo, he smiled like a man possessed.

“Yeah,” he breathed, still buried inside you. “That’s what we’ll do.”

The next day Gojo leaned against your dorm door, smiling like the devil he was. A bite mark on his neck, scratches on his forearm. He didn’t even try to hide them. Suguru stood at the end of the hall silently with his arms crossed. For a long time neither of them spoke.

“You knew what you were doing,” Geto said lowly.

Gojo shrugged, eyes flicking down the hallway toward you. “So did she.”

“She’s my sister.”

“She’s not a child.”

Geto stepped closer and hissed, “That doesn’t make it better. You’re me. You’re the one person she should’ve been safe with.”

Gojo smiled wickedly, but empty. “She is safe. Safer than she’s ever been.”

“No, Satoru,” Geto said, voice shaking. “She’s not safe. She’s yours. That’s not the same thing.”

Later Gojo found you asleep. His shirt barely covering you, cheek pressed to his pillow. You smelled like him. You always smelled like him now.

He sat beside the bed, dragged a finger down your exposed thigh. “Your brother’s mad at me.”

You stirred. “He should be.”

“He said I’m dangerous for you.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Do you think I am?”

You didn’t answer. Because yes, he was. But you couldn’t leave and Gojo knew it.

The second confrontation came two days later. This time Geto didn’t wait. He kicked open Gojo’s dorm door and found you curled up in his bed, naked under the sheets, with Gojo shirtless beside you. You screamed. Gojo didn’t flinch.

“Suguru—”

“No,” Geto barked. “You don’t get to say anything.”

You grabbed the sheets and covered yourself, heart pounding. Gojo sat up slowly, expression calm.

“I told you to stay away from her,” Geto said, voice like ice.

Gojo stood, bare chest exposed, body covered in new scratches and lovebites. “And I told you it was too late.”

“You manipulated her.”

“She wanted me.”

Geto’s fists clenched. “She’s not some thing you get to claim just because you got to her first,” he growled.

“I didn’t ‘get to her,’” Gojo spat. “She’s not a prize. She’s mine because she chose me.”

“And what happens when she stops choosing you?” Geto’s voice cracked. “When she wakes up and realizes what you are?”

Gojo didn’t answer. Just stared with his gaze cold and jaw clenched. Because that was the only outcome he feared.

After Geto walked out, after the silence had sat thick and ugly for hours, you finally dressed yourself and left Gojo’s dorm. You found your brother sitting outside, smoke curling from the cigarette in his hand. He didn’t look at you.

“Why him?” he asked.

You sat beside him, hands trembling. “I don’t know.”

“Do you love him?”

You paused. “I think I do.”

“And if he ruins you?”

You closed your eyes. “Then I guess I was already ruined.”

Geto turned to you. Eyes full of grief, betrayal, and something worse. Pity. “You don’t have to stay with him.”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know how to leave.”

Geto didn’t argue. Didn’t scream. He just nodded. “This isn’t over.” And walked away.

The fallout didn’t happen in private. No, Gojo made sure of that.

You’d followed the sound of raised voices down the long hall of the training wing. Geto’s sharp, furious tone against Gojo’s low, dangerous calm. You turned the corner and froze. Geto was already in Gojo’s face. Jaw clenched and fists trembling.

“She’s not some fucking trophy you can parade around,” Geto spat.

“She’s mine,” Gojo said flatly. “You think I’m parading her? No. I’m protecting her. I’m loving her.”

“You’re possessing her.”

Gojo smiled, teeth flashing. “Is there a difference?”

Then he saw you. And that look in his eyes changed. It went hotter, crueler, more needing.

“Come here,” he said. You hesitated. “Come here, baby.”

Like a thread pulled tight, you obeyed. You stepped toward him slowly, trembling as Gojo pulled you in by the waist and turned you around, pressing your back flush to his chest, his arms caging you in place. His hand slid up under your shirt, braids of cursed energy tickling your skin. You gasped.

“She needs this,” Gojo said, staring straight into Geto’s wide, horrified eyes. “She needs me.”

His hand cupped your breast and his fingers curled around your nipple.

“Satoru—” you breathed, shame and arousal tangled in your throat.

He leaned down, kissing your neck, biting at the spot that always made you cry out. “Tell him. Tell your brother how much you need me.”

You didn’t speak. But your body betrayed you, arching back. Your breathing turned shallow, thighs pressed together as Gojo worshipped you in front of the one person who should never have seen this.

“Look at her,” Gojo whispered, voice almost reverent. “She’s so good for me. So perfect. You want to tell me to stop, Suguru? Look at her and say it.”

Geto’s jaw ticked and his hands curled into fists before he moved. He yanked you out of Gojo’s arms with a force that nearly made you fall. He shoved Gojo back so hard he hit the wall.

“Don’t you ever touch her like that again,” he growled, eyes burning. “Not like that. Not in front of me.”

Gojo wiped the blood from his lip. “Then don’t look.”

“She’s not a thing,” Geto snapped. “She’s not your proof of love. She’s not a fucking weapon in whatever fantasy you’ve built for yourself.”

Silence fell, cracked only by your shaking breath. A whisper fell from your lips, “I need to say something.”

Both of them turned to you.

“I’m always yours,” you said to Gojo, eyes shining. “You know that. I chose you. Over everyone. Even him.”

He stared, devoted and deranged.

“But I need my freedom, Satoru,” you said softly. “I need to breathe. I need to be able to walk away if I want to. And if you love me—really love me—you’ll let me go.”

Gojo’s chest rose and fell. His fists clenched and unclenched. A thousand thoughts flickered behind his eyes, none of them sane.

You stepped closer, fingertips brushing his. “But if you trap me—if you cage me—I’ll die. And I don’t think either of us can survive that.”

Another pause. Geto waited. You waited.

And Gojo… didn’t speak. He just stared at you like you were already gone.

[gojoscumrag]

do you have a masterlist

ღ his cumrag - part 1 | part 2

ღ his best friend’s sister part 1 | part 2

ღ would gojo be more into facials or creampies?

There will be more soon, I promise.

[gojoscumrag]

Dear Diary,

They call him the strongest. Like it’s a crown. Like it’s armor. But when it’s late, when the city sleeps and his hands shake from holding up too much, he comes to me instead.

Not as a weapon. Not as a god. But as a man who wants relief more than power. And I let him.

I let Gojo Satoru fall apart between my thighs. Let him mouth his prayers against my skin. Let him whisper “please” like he’s never said it before.

He’d shatter the sky for me. But here, on his knees, face buried in my skin, voice wrecked with need, he only asks for mercy.

His obsession is my greatest desire. His devotion my greatest lust.

No matter the universe, he’ll always find me and I’ll let him back in.

Because he’s mine.

And I’m his.

[gojoscumrag]

ღ his best friend’s sister - part 2

warnings: bondage, gagging, risky fucking

It started quiet. Just a night with your brother. Takeout containers, a half-watched movie, a couple of beers split between you and Geto as the dorm lights dimmed. You’d missed this. You’d missed him. When he yawned and stretched, scratching the back of his neck, you knew it was time to wind down. You didn’t mean to fall asleep in Geto’s bed. Not really. You were just warm, tipsy, a little too soft from the drinks and the movie marathon. He’d passed out first, arm over his eyes, the slow rise and fall of his chest the only movement in the room.

You curled on the far side, back turned to your brother. His hoodie still smelling faintly of Gojo’s detergent. Somewhere past midnight then, the door creaked open. You didn’t move, and you kept your breath steady, your pulse rattling in your throat. You knew it was him. No one else walked that silently. No one else let the room hum with cursed energy like that, heavy and dangerous and unmistakably his. Then you felt it. The weight of him behind you. His hands didn’t touch you, but his presence did. So solid it made your skin tighten with goosebumps.

“Satoru,” you mouthed silently.

He didn’t say a word.

His cursed energy flickered low and hot. Your wrists pinned gently above your head, held invisible against the pillow. The hoodie bunched up slowly, as his fingers skimmed your thighs. Then you felt the blunt press of his cock, nudging your soaked folds from behind. You dared a glance. Geto hadn’t moved. Still asleep. Still just a few feet away. And Gojo was pushing into you. No prep. No warning. Just a slow, stretching slide of his cock inside your dripping cunt. You gasped, but the sound never came. He pressed your own pillow over your face, muffling you like a goddamn psycho.

“That’s right,” he whispered into your ear, voice so low it made your thighs shake. “Be a good little secret. Take it.”

He fucked you like that, deeply and lazy. The bed barely creaked under the motion. His hand was under the hoodie now, squeezing your tits, tweaking your nipple until you were grinding back against him helplessly.

“You’re filthy,” he muttered. “Getting off while your brother’s in the room?”

You moaned softly against the pillow, trembling as his cock dragged along every sensitive inch inside you.

“You know he’d kill me,” Gojo breathed. “But you keep crawling back.”

He pulled back just enough to thrust hard. Once. Twice. Each one deeper than the last.

“You sleep here in his fucking clothes. You let him tuck you in,” he growled. “And now you’re stuffed full of me. What would he say if he saw how well you take it?”

You clenched around him. Gojo bit your shoulder lightly, hand pressing to your lower stomach. “Feel that? That’s me. That’s how deep I am, baby.”

You were going to break. You were going to cum with his cock buried to the hilt while your brother slept a few feet away.

“Come for me,” he hissed. “Make a mess. I’ll fill you up so good you leak through those panties.”

You shattered. Legs trembling, mouth open in a silent scream against the pillow as your pussy milked him greedily. And Gojo growled like an animal when he came. Deep and filthy, thick spurts painting your insides as he held you down and filled you until you couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t pull out. Didn’t even move right away. Just pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, still cock-deep inside you, whispering, “This is never gonna stop.”

It was supposed to be a joke.

“Wouldn’t it be hot if he walked in on us?” Gojo had whispered against your neck one night, his cock grinding against your ass while you were pinned to his bedroom wall.

You’d scoffed breathlessly. “You’re insane.”

But now you were gagged with his blindfold, wrists bound with his Jujutsu High-issued belt to the headboard of your bed, knowing damn well that your brother wanted to come over later.

Spread open and dripping, a string of saliva stretched from your parted lips as Gojo knelt between your thighs, pumping his cock slowly before plunging it back inside you.

“Oh, you like this,” he whispered, grinning like a devil as he drove in deep. “You’re tighter when you’re scared.”

You moaned around the fabric in your mouth, eyes rolling as he fucked you harder. He wanted to leave bruises, leave proof, leave everything behind in you.

“You wanna get caught,” he taunted, voice hoarsely. “You want him to see how good you ride his best friend’s cock.”

You shook your head weakly, but your cunt clenched around him, all wet, hot, throbbing as he bullied his cock against your cervix.

“You’re so wet, it’s obscene,” Gojo muttered, sweat dripping down his neck. “Fucking look at you. Ruined. Stuffed full of me while Suguru’s down the hall.”

The door opened and you of you froze. Geto’s footsteps paused just inside the room. “Satoru?” he called out suspiciously. “What are you—” Then the silence cracked open. A deep breath. A slow exhale. “What the fuck.”

You whimpered, but Gojo didn’t stop. He thrust deep again, hands gripping your thighs as your bound wrists strained above your head. His blindfold still gagged your mouth, soaked with spit. Your eyes flicked to Geto’s silhouette in the doorway and it only made your pussy tighten around Gojo’s cock.

He groaned. “She begged for it, Suguru.”

You moaned, desperate and trembling. You wanted to die. You wanted to cum.

“Fuck,” Geto muttered dangerously, but his feet didn’t move. “You’re both sick.”

Gojo grinned. “Told you she was a brat. Look at her. Look at how good she takes it.”

Geto turned to leave and Gojo snapped his hips one more time, slow and possessive. “Next time,” he called after him, “maybe you should stay and see what your sister really likes.”

The door slammed. And Gojo came deep inside you with a low groan, hips jerking against your slick thighs. You were still tied up. Still gagged. Still gasping.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your skin. “Even if he hates me for it.”

[gojoscumrag]

ღ his best friend’s sister - part 1

warnings: cock riding, secret little affair, both are 18+!

Your bare feet padded softly across the dark hallway of the dorms, Suguru’s oversized hoodie hanging low on your thighs. You weren’t supposed to be here, but you wanted him. You always had.

Gojo’s door creaked open easily, unlocked like he expected you. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless and loose pants riding low on his hips. His snowy hair was still wet from a shower, and his gaze sharpened the second it landed on you.

“Are you fucking serious?” he whispered, his voice caught somewhere between panic and arousal. “You’re wearing his hoodie.”

You bit your lip, closing the door behind you.“You’re using the same washing powder so it smells like you,” you murmured. “So I figured it belonged here.”

He stood slowly, his body towering over yours. “Suguru’s going to kill me.”

“Not if you don’t say anything.” You reached for the waistband of his sweats.

“You promised you’d behave.”

“I lied.”

And then he was kissing you greedily. His hands roamed your body like he’d been dreaming of it and maybe he had. Maybe he’d been fisting his cock to the thought of you sneaking in like this, begging for him to ruin you. He pushed you onto the bed, sweatshirt riding up as he stripped your panties off with one swift tug.

“No teasing,” you gasped. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” he growled, dragging his cock through your soaked folds. “You snuck into my room in the middle of the fucking night with only panties and his name on your back.”

Then he slammed into you, deep and fast. Quickly he muffled your moan with his hand over your mouth as your back arched beneath him. Your pussy clenched tightly around him. So tight. So fucking wet. He hissed against your ear.

“Suguru’s gonna know it,” he muttered, “he’s gonna know something’s different. You’ll come to breakfast sore and stuffed full of me and pretend like nothing happened.”

Your whimper vibrated against his palm. He smiled. “Good girl. Be quiet. You’re doing so good for me.”

Each thrust hit deeper faster. The boy was so filthy for you. The bed creaked under you. His hand tightened when you moaned again.

“You like being my dirty little secret?” he breathed, forehead resting against yours. “You like knowing I’d let him kill me if it meant getting to fuck you one more time?”

You came with your fingers digging into his back. Your pussy walls spasming around him, biting his fingers as he cursed. A low groan escaped him as he spilled inside you. Deep, warm and full. He didn’t even pull out yet.

When your breathing slowed, he kissed your temple. “I’ll take the fall,” he whispered. “But I’m not giving you up.”

You couldn’t stay away after this. A few days later you waited until the shower started running in the next room before you headed over. You stood in the doorway of your brother’s dorm suite, heart hammering. You could hear Geto humming to himself in the bathroom, steam already curling out from under the door.

Gojo was sprawled on the couch, one leg over the armrest, shirtless, flipping through his phone.

You moved over silently without any hesitation. He looked up when your knees hit the cushion. “Don’t,” he warned in a whisper, glancing toward the bathroom. “He’s right there.”

“I know,” you murmured, already climbing onto his lap. “That’s why I have to ride you now.” You reached under the waistband of his pants and pulled his cock free. It was already throbbing, leaking just from watching you crawl into his lap.

“Fuck,” he breathed, hands grabbing your hips as you straddled him. “You’re soaked.”

You dragged your dripping cunt against his length slowly until your juices coated the underside of his shaft. “He’s singing,” you whispered in his ear. “That gives me five minutes.”

Gojo’s hands flexed on your hips. “You’re going to kill me.”

You smirked. “Not if I make you come first.”

Then you sank down onto him. No prep, just raw need and the stretch of his thick cock sliding deep inside your heat. You grabbed his shoulders and he groaned into your neck.

“Baby, shit—you can’t ride me like this—”

“Then stop me.”

He didn’t. You bounced on him hard, your ass slapping against his thighs with each thrust. Your moans were breathless little gasps, soft and strangled against his neck. His head fell back, jaw clenched.

“I’m not gonna last,” he warned quietly. “Not when you fuck me like you own me.”

You tightened around him. “Maybe I do.”

The water shut off in the bathroom and you froze. He gripped your waist like it was life or death, pulling you down hard to grind your clit against him.

“Cum now,” he hissed. “Be good. Cream on my cock before your brother walks out here and sees his best friend balls-deep in his baby sister.”

That was all it took. You bit his shoulder as your orgasm ripped through you and your cunt started to milk him. He groaned deeply in his chest and came inside you, thick and hot.

Then the bathroom door opened. You were already off him, curled up next to him with a throw blanket over your lap. Your thighs were still trembling slightly and coated with cum. Geto didn’t even glance at you as he walked past.

“Still just watching stupid videos?” he muttered, none wiser about what had happened.

[gojoscumrag]

OH… OH FUCK

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[gojoscumrag]

would satoru be more into creampies or facials?

short answer is creampies. one hundred percent. every time. all day. all night.

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy facials. he just sees them as play. creampies are personal.

because he’s obsessed with claiming you.

satoru’s the type who gets off on knowing you’re full of him. it’s not just physical, it’s psychological.

“let them look at you. let them talk to you. they won’t know you’re already mine inside.”

after each fuck he loves staying buried inside your cunt, hips grinding lazily while he fills you to the brim. he will hum in your ear, cock twitching, because he’s marking territory.

and that messy drip between your thighs? that ache in your stomach from being overstretched? he lives for it. bonus points if you’re so full it starts leaking out during the day and you have to excuse yourself. he’s gonna smirk, “I did that.”

let’s not ignore the breeding kink. even if it’s just talk, satoru loves teasing you about knocking you up. “Bet your body knows who you belong to now. One more load and I know it’ll take this time.”

but about facials… he does it when he wants to watch you fall apart. he will grab your chin and whisper, “stick that tongue out for me, baby,” as he strokes himself over your face. it’s about humiliation, worship and power play. but always laced with affection.

he will praise you, “so pretty with my cum on your face,” and then kiss it off your cheek.

he likes facials, but he needs creampies.

creampies are for when he’s feeling unhinged and possessive. facials are for when he’s teasing, dominant and wants to see you melt.

but ask him to pick? he’s pushing you down, spreading your thighs and whispering, “you already know the answer, baby.”

[gojoscumrag]

ღ just a cumrag - part 2

warnings: absolute filth, public sex, degradation, obsession, exhibitionism, use of cursed energy, dumbification, cockdrunk reader, creampie, multiple loads, overstimulation, use-and-go, possession kink, ruined reader

Gojo didn’t knock. He just appeared, cursed energy buzzing sharp through the air, and grabbed you by the hair. With your hair in his fist he dragged you into the nearest empty classroom. Your knees hit the floor before you could speak.

“Open that mouth, baby,” Gojo said, already tugging his cock free. “It’s been two hours. You must be starving.”

You moaned around him before your brain caught up, cheeks bulging as he shoved his cock in deep. Unbothered by your gagging. He loved when your makeup smeared. When your eyes watered and your throat clenched around him like it missed him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. “My dirty little cumrag. Just a hole I can fuck anytime I want.”

And he did. Hallways, classrooms, alleyways behind mission sites. He’d bend you over a desk with your panties stuffed in your mouth, slam into you while you sobbed and begged for mercy you never got. This time? He yanked you up, flipped you around and bent you over the teacher’s desk.

No prep or lube, only spit and raw need.

He shoved in like he owned you. And god, he did. He’d branded you with his cock so many times your body opened for him automatically. You moaned, brain slipping out of reach as he fucked you hard and filthy. Cursed energy buzzed against your skin, heightening everything. Each thrust slammed into your g-spot like a curse technique, pleasure too intense and sharp. You were drooling and barely conscious at this point. All you could think about was Gojo and his cock stretching you wide.

He grabbed your throat, leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Gonna stuff you full again,” he said molten. “Already leaked out the last two loads. Can’t waste a single drop.”

Your pussy fluttered like it wanted to be used.

“Tell me what you are.”

You gasped, “Y-Your cumrag.”

“Louder.”

“I’m your cumrag!” You sobbed loudly.

“Attagirl.”

He slammed in deep. Hips jerking as he filled you again with hot, thick, endless mess. Your cry mixed to his deep groan. You were pushed to the brink, the stretch and pressure too much, too perfect. His cum dripped down your thighs the second he pulled out, but he didn’t let it fall far.

No. He shoved two fingers in, pushed it back up. He groaned again at the sight of your messy cunt swallowing his spend like it was made for it. Then he snapped a photo with his phone.

“For later,” he said casually, tucking himself back in. “When I’m jerking off between missions.”

You collapsed onto the desk, dazed, used and aching. And then the door creaked open. Gojo didn’t flinch, only looked over his sunglasses and smirked. “She’s mine,” he said, like it explained everything. “And she likes being ruined.”

Ino shouldn’t have walked in. He knew that.

But he had and now he couldn’t get it out of his head. The way your back arched, the way Gojo held your throat and the obscene slick sounds echoing in the classroom like it was something out of a porn. You’d been wrecked and dripping. You didn’t even flinch when Gojo snapped a picture of his cum leaking out of you. You looked proud of it.

So yeah. Ino had… ideas.

The next day, when Gojo left for a mission and you were in the hallway alone, bent over your phone reading a text—Ino saw an opening.

“Hey,” he said all flirty. “Didn’t expect you to be so down for a quick fuck like that.”

You blinked. “What?”

“C’mon,” he chuckled, stepping closer. “I’m not Gojo, but I can make you feel good. You were so hot yesterday. Bet you’re always wet like that, huh?”

His hand brushed your hip, fingers sliding dangerously close to your ass. Not rough, but too familiar.

You stepped back and whispered, “Don’t touch me.”

He raised his hands like it was a joke. “Relax. I just thought—”

“You thought wrong,” you snapped, walking away before your heart gave out. But it stayed with you.

It clung to you. The way Ino looked at you, like you were free-use. Like being Gojo’s cumrag meant you were anyone’s. You didn’t tell Gojo. You couldn’t. What if he agreed? What if the thought of sharing you with others turned him on? What if he got bored of you? What if you ruined it?

So you stayed quiet. And days later, when Gojo slipped behind you in the hall, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest like he always did—you flinched. You flinched like it wasn’t him and instantly Gojo froze.

“…Hey,” he said seriously. “What was that?”

You shook your head too fast. “Nothing. You just surprised me—”

“You don’t get surprised,” he said, stepping in front of you now to scan your face. “You always know when it’s me. You melt when it’s me.”

You looked away. “I’m just tired.”

But Gojo didn’t buy it, not for a second. His fingers brushed your jaw, trying to be gentle. “Did someone touch you?”

Your silence was louder than any answer.

“Who?”

Your lips trembled. “It wasn’t like that—he just—he saw us and thought I was… easy.”

Gojo’s pupils narrowed. His cursed energy spiked so fast the air went sharp and cold. “Who.”

You whispered, “Ino.”

Gojo was gone before you could stop him.

He found Ino behind the training yard. All casual, sipping vending machine coffee like he hadn’t crossed a line so deep he was practically buried in Gojo’s kill list.

“Hey, Gojo,” Ino called, half a smirk on his lips.

Gojo didn’t speak or smile. He just kept walking until the air around them cracked, cursed energy rolling off his body in thick, oppressive waves that made the ground vibrate.

Ino tensed. “Whoa, what’s going on—”

Gojo was in front of him before he could finish the sentence, hand clamped tight around his throat. He slammed him against the wall hard enough to rattle the siding.

“You touched her?” Gojo said, deadly soft.

Ino choked. “What—”

“You touched what’s mine?” Gojo leaned in, sunglasses pushed up just enough for Ino to see his eyes glowing with fury. “You looked at her like she was a fucking free-use toy after watching me stuff her full and then you put your hands on her?”

“Gojo, fuck… okay, back up—”

“I don’t back up.” Gojo squeezed harder, cursed energy lashing out like invisible knives, cutting the air. “Do you know what I do to curses that breathe in my direction?”

Ino gasped, face reddening. Gojo leaned closer, voice dropping into something cold and hollow. “You think she’s just some slut I use? That she’s available to anyone just because I fuck her in the hallway?”

His smile was too wide now. “That’s your mistake. She isn’t some hole I use. She’s mine. She’s sacred. She’s the only thing keeping me from turning this place into ash.”

Gojo dropped him and Ino hit the ground hard, coughing and clutching his throat. Gojo stood over him, shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes blazing behind his glasses.

“You don’t touch her. You don’t look at her. You don’t even think about her unless you want your name scraped off a stone.” He crouched beside him, head tilted like a wolf circling a wounded animal. “Next time I even feel you near her, I’ll peel the skin off your face before you know you’re dead.���

He stood, dusted off his pants and walked away. No one dared stopping him, because they felt what he was. What she meant to him. Satoru Gojo wasn’t in love, he was possessed.

In the meantime you were sitting on your bed, legs curled up. You tried to focus on the silence when the door opened and Gojo stepped in. No usual teasing grin adored his features. It was a quiet, raw energy that filled the room. And he was already stripping.

Glasses came off first, followed by his jacket. His shirt. His belt. Pants. Boxers. Everything peeled away like he couldn’t stand a single inch between you. You sat frozen, heart pounding.

“Satoru…?”

He didn’t speak, not until he was completely naked. And then he crossed the room and sank to his knees in front of you, forehead pressed to your stomach like he was praying.

“I should’ve protected you,” he murmured. “He touched what’s mine.”

Your fingers slipped into his hair. “You scared me earlier…”

“I know.” He looked up, blue eyes bare and burning. “I’ll never let you flinch again. I swear it.”

He kissed you slowly, like your lips were something holy. And when he guided you back onto the bed it wasn’t rushed or rough. It was complete, because this time Gojo needed all of you. He crawled over you and started stripping you naked until you were skin on skin. No clothing, no barrier, just feverish heat and want. Your legs parted and he lined himself up.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered. “Let me all the way in. I need to feel every inch.”

You did and when he pushed inside, it was differet. It was deeper and slower, a stretch that felt like he was carving his name into you. Your nails raked down his back as he rolled his hips, grinding into you like he wanted to fuse you together. To leave nothing untouched.

“You’re not just mine,” he groaned. “You’re me. My reason. My peace. My fucking obsession.”

You whimpered as his thrusts grew desperate, needy. Like his soul was clawing its way into yours through every inch of skin. His hands were everywhere—your hips, your face, your throat, your thighs—holding you down, holding you close.

“I saw red,” he panted. “When he said he touched you, I lost my fucking mind. You don’t know what I’d do to someone who thinks they can take you.”

“Satoru—”

“I’d kill for you.”

He buried himself to the hilt, groaning deep in his chest as your walls fluttered around him, wet and full and trembling.

“I’m gonna cum,” he breathed. “Gonna fill you again. So fucking deep. I want you leaking for days. I want you dripping proof that no one else will ever touch you.”

When he came, it was endless—hot and thick, flooding you completely as he held you tight. His chest pressed to yours, lips ghosting against your cheek. No separation. No air. Just him. All of him. He didn’t pull out and roll away. He stayed inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding your body against his like a lifeline.

“You’re safe,” he whispered. “As long as I breathe, you’re mine.”

[gojoscumrag]

ღ just a cumrag - part 1

warnings: degradation, praise kink, creampie, rough sex, light choking, orgasm denial, public sex, exhibition kink, established dynamic, reader is Gojo’s plaything

“You like being this, huh?” Gojo’s voice was low and rough as he held you by the jaw. His thumb smeared his last release across your lips like a filthy lipstick. His other hand was already between your legs again, teasing your overstimulated cunt. “Just my cumrag. That’s what you called yourself, right?”

You could only nod and whimper. Your legs were already trembling, thighs slick and twitching with need. He hadn’t let you cum in hours. That man had edged you over and over, then shove himself back inside and use you again. Filling your sweet cunt up just to watch it drip down your thighs before pushing it right back in with two lazy fingers.

“You don’t need anything else,” he murmured. “You don’t need love or dates or sweet words. You just need this cock and my cum inside you.”

He slammed in again deeply, forcing you to feel all of him. Your walls fluttered and squeezed in a desperate attempt, aching for the release he kept snatching away.

“That’s all you’re good for, huh?” he breathed against your ear. “Being warm and wet and open for me. A fuckin’ hole. My sweet little cumrag.”

You moaned like it was a confession, because it was. You loved it. Loved the way he used you. Loved how obsessed he was. How he never let you clean up. How he whispered that no one else would ever touch you again.

“You’re mine,” he said darkly, his thrusts punishing now. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “I’m your cumrag—only yours—”

He groaned low in his chest, pushing you to the edge again, watching your body tighten and tremble. But just when you were about to fall apart, he stopped.

“Not yet,” he said with a smirk, grabbing your throat. “You don’t get to cum until I want you to. That’s what a good little rag does. You wait. You beg. You take it.”

Next time you were walking through the halls of Jujutsu High and the next, Gojo’s hand was wrapped around your throat. His blue eyes glowing and that lazy grin on his lips.

“Need a break, sweetheart,” he said, all honey and heat. “Spread your legs.”

You barely had time to yelp before he activated his cursed energy, blink-quick movement that made your head spin, and pinned you against the nearest wall. Your skirt pushed up, panties ripped off like tissue. And then he shoved his cock inside. No teasing. No warning. Just thick, brutal thrusts that knocked the breath out of your lungs. Your legs wrapped around his waist while he used you like you belonged to him. You did. You absolutely did.

“That’s it,” he panted into your ear as he slammed into you. “Just a tight little hole. My personal fucktoy. Don’t even have to ask anymore, your body knows what to do.”

He was relentless, fucking you so hard the pictures on the wall rattled. One hand under your ass, the other forcing your head back so he could watch your face twist in blissed-out shock. No one dared interrupt, not when it was Gojo. Not when he was glowing with power, cursed energy crackling faintly around him to keep your body exactly where he wanted it.

“You feel that?” he murmured, slowing just enough to roll his hips and make you clench. “You’re made for this. For me. For my cock. Gonna fill you up again, baby. Let it drip down your thighs while you walk to class, huh?”

You whined, nails clawing at his back. He was already close. You could feel it. His grip tightening, his breath going ragged, the sharp thrusts getting messier.

“Take it.”

He shoved in deep and stilled, cock twitching as he filled you full, the heat of it spilling inside. Your head dropped to his shoulder, brain empty, body soaked in sweat and juices. But Gojo just chuckled smugly. He pulled out with a filthy squelch, let your feet hit the ground, but you barely stood. You were dripping. You felt it running down your thighs, his cum thick and warm and claiming you.

He tucked himself back into his pants like it was nothing, pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Don’t clean up. Let everyone see what you are.”