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Good boys get a treat (or three)

Subby Top! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Summary: And when Satoru wears that collar, for just a second, the weight of the world which rests on his shoulders feels actually bearable.

Tags: Porn with No Plot, bratty Gojo, elements of Pet Play, casual sexual relationships, impact play, oral sex (f! receiving), P in V sex, mentions of jealousy and possessive feelings, unsafe sex

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There was that mischievous twinkle in his endless eyes, and paired with that damn smirk it just made you go feral.

Satoru was on his knees, a not so rare sight in your relationship. His pink tongue darted out, wetting his already glossy lips. He tilted his head to the side, staring right into your own eyes.

“Cat got your tongue? Do my devilish handsome good looks make you go stupid?” His voice was teasing, pushing along the edges of bratty.

Your hand reached out, brushing against his sensitive neck. Grasping the back of his neck into your hands, you let your fingers wander up. You dug your nails into his scalp, before deciding to yank his head back by his hair.

Satoru’s head immediately bent backwards, he let you guide him. His mouth fell open, a shameless moan falling from his lips. A dramatic sigh leaves your mouth.

“Bad dogs don’t get taken care of.” You reminded him. “Do you want me to leave you all alone?”

A whine could be heard from your lovely Boy Toy. You were sitting on your bed, and he was kneeling all nicely for you on the wooden floor. His cock was already straining against his suit pants. It didn’t take much to get Satoru going.

You let go off his hair, and your hand slid back towards his neck. The collar around his neck was pretty. It was pink lace with matching bows, and you first bought it to embarrass him. But it’s hard to get under Satoru’s skin, since he wears the collar proudly. If you wouldn’t forbid him from it, you were sure he’d wear it in public too. A leash was clipped to it, and it hung down.

Dancing your finger tips around the lace, you hooked your finger around it. All it took was a gentle tug for Satoru to come practically charging forward. His hands moved from his knees to the floor, he’s on all fours now. You could practically feel his breath brush against your knees.

This isn’t your first rodeo with him, so you quickly pressed your palm against his forehead. He grunted in frustration, pressing against your palm. If he truly wanted to, he could easily over power you, but this wasn’t about him taking control, but giving it up.

You rolled your eyes at his antics. For someone who comes to you to give away the responsibilities which lay heavy on his shoulders, he sure fights you on every way. Your hands once again went to his hair, this time the part on top of his head. Yanking at the silky strands, you scowled down at him.

“Do me properly, or are you-“ Satoru’s voice held that edge. This must’ve been an extra horrible day.

Your palm connected with his cheek, and with your grasp on his hair you made sure he couldn’t flinch away. No infinity stopped you from slapping him. His pale skin immediately turned red, and you didn’t even use full force.

Satoru’s eyes were glazed over full of lust.

“How exhausting it must be, to have such a desperate need for attention.” You looked down at him, with your own cold eyes.

You were sure if Satoru was truly a dog, his ears would drop right now. His eyes lowered for a split second, before returning to your eyes.

“I need you.” His voice was pleading.

You couldn’t suppress your own smirk at that, “Of course you do. But I don’t need you, now do I?”

Blue eyes blinked at you, “Who else can eat your pussy like me?” While he asked that with a smirk, there was a genuine tone to his question.

“Hmm. My other pets?” You answered him, now your voice was provoking him.

A frown was immediately pulled on Satoru’s otherwise beautiful features. One issues he will never drop is resource guarding. It’s kind of hot, to have the strongest be weirdly possessive about you.

“You don’t need them. Drop their sorry asses.” He practically pouted at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Letting yourself fall back into the bed, the mattress cushioned you perfectly. You heard shuffling come from Satoru, and without having to look at him, you raised your leg up and pushed him back down with your foot pressing down on his shoulders.

Satoru groaned dramatically at being pushed down. His big hand wrapped around your ankle, and he tilted his head to brush his lips over your skin. Silently asking for permission.

You stretched your arms above your head, a smile tugging on your lips. “Cmon then, demonstrate your tongue skills for me, baby.”

Immediately his hands went to your thighs, sliding under your skirt. “You know I always deliver, ma’am.”

Shifting around to rest on your arms, you looked at Satoru who made himself comfortable in between your legs. He leaned forward, pressing his tongue against the cotton of your panties. Desperately sucking the fabric into his mouth.

Reaching your hand out, you scratched his head approvingly. Your muscles relaxed, and you let out a sigh of relief. Satoru’s perfectly kept nails dug slightly into your thighs, but you let him. A groan rumbled from his throat, deep and downright feral.

You let yourself fall back into the bed, so you could use your other hand to pull down your panties. Satoru works best with full access. He assisted you in that, with you pressing your hips to make them slide off easier.

Satoru was endlessly impatient, as quick as the restrictive piece of clothing was gone, he immediately dove back in. You pretended ike you didn’t see him pocket your panties.

His tongue pressed against your labia, parting it to get to the source of your wetness. The way he moaned around your pussy made you gasp, the vibrations straight up going from your clit to your stomach.

Finally, his lips found your clit. Attaching to the most sensitive part of your body, your favorite puppy sucked gently. You couldn’t help but buckle into his eager mouth, encouraging moans falling from your lips.

“You’re doing so good.” You praised Satoru, and he soaked up all of your words and moans.

Your thighs wrapped around his head, probably cutting off his air supply, but that wasn’t your issue. Satoru’s eyes shined with determination. If it was possible, you were sure he’d press his face even more into you. But it seems the limitless man has reached the maximum amount of physical contact.

His tongue drew patterns into your clit, and if you actually focused on it you’d realise that he’s tracing the kanji of his name. Luckily for him, your own mind was hazy from sheer lust. Your body felt hot, overstimulated and understimulated at the same time. Digging your nails into Satoru’s scalp was one way you were able to let go of the pressure which was building inside of you.

The sloppy sounds coming from Satoru made your skin burn even hotter. The knot in your stomach tightened further, close to bursting. Your heel dug into Satoru’s back, in an attempt to press him closer.

“Puppy, baby, you really gotta give it your all if you wanna be my favorite.” You teasingly encouraged him, a breathless tone to your voice.

His eyes were burning into you, gleefully accepting your challenge. What once were gentle sucks and caresses off his tongue, quickly turned ruthless. Bordering on overstimulation, your stomach muscles flexed. You moaned into the stuffy air, while Satoru whined into your wet pussy.

“Yeah, yeah, good boy, jus’ like thaaat.” You mumbled out, in between groans and gasps.

Your hands twisted into his hair, your hips came grinding down on his nose. Riding him for your own pleasure, until the knot in your lower stomach practically bursted. Your orgasm washed over you in heavy waves.

Once you were able to ride out your orgasm on Satoru’s perfectly curved nose, you reached out and grasped the leash hanging from his collar into your hand. You gave it a rough tug.

Satoru raised from his kneeling position in a smooth fashion. He was fast, in the way his knees hit your mattress and he crawled to be above you. Grasping his jaw into your hand, you dug your nails into his porcelain skin. His lips puckered up.

Raising your brow at him, you asked him, “Did you forget all your manners?”

A smile tugged at his wet lips, “Thank yeeeewwww, for letting me feast on that divine-“

You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but giggle. Slapping your hand over his mouth, you watched as Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. His tongue darted out and liked your palm.

“Ew. You weird masochist.” You squinted your eyes at him.

A simple shrug from his shoulders made you drop your hand. “You can go home now.”

Satoru‘s brows immediately shot up. “No. Nuh-Uh.”

“Mmmh. I don’t keep bad pups around.” You do actually, if you didn’t you’d have Satoru kicked out already.

A long, pathetic whine wretched itself from Satoru’s throat. “Please.”

“Please what?” You raised your brow at him. With smooth movements you wrapped the leash tighter around your hand.

“I wanna- I need to fuck your pussy. Badly. I might die of blue balls, if I don’t.” Satoru pleaded his case with you.

It was hard to keep the chuckle away, “Ooooh, my poor baby. Whatever shall I do with you?” A tug on the leash and Satoru’s face hovered over yours. His breath fawned over your face.

“Get my cock wet, pretty please.” He batted his eyelashes at you, that pout on his lips. “And lemme kiss yoooouuu.”

Your hand went to his shoulder, your nails dragging over his soft skin. "C'mere, boy.” With that you tugged his face towards your own.

Satoru was always greedy in the way he kissed you. His tongue immediately pressed against your lips, begging for entrance. He was all consuming, when he kissed you. Sucking on your tongue and teeth, making sure he tasted every centimeter.

With rough movements you grasped the buttons of his shirt into your hand. With one good yank you were able to open them all up. Finally exposing Satoru’s chest. He rolled his hips into your own, his clothed bulge rubbing against your sensitive pussy.

His lips disconnected from your own, and he grinned down at you. He buried his nose into the crock off your neck. His lips pressed into your skin. “Please, please, please. Let me fuck you. I do good. ‘M so good at pleasing you.”

“Mmmh, that’s true, baby. Go, take off your pants for me.” You practically purred at him.

Satoru practically beamed from euphoria. He sat up lightly, his hands practically shoving down his suit pants and boxer shorts. His cock sprung free, pre-cum impatiently beaded at his pink tip. His pubes were a fluffy white, framing his pretty dick.

You grasped his thick cock into your hands, and pressed his tip against your entrance. Satoru’s brows furrowed, and he whimpered. His hands went to your hips, grasping the plush skin into his hands and massaging his thumb into it.

Satoru’s hip stuttered impatiently forward, but you kept your grip tight. You rubbed his tip against your clit, letting out a moan. Satoru whined some more. “Don’t tease meee.”

“But you’re so cute when you cry.” You smiled at him.

He blinked at you, scoffing, “If I’m a weird masochist, you’re a whacko sadist.”

“Guilty.”

Satoru grumbled some more. Before he could open his mouth, you finally pressed his tip fully into you. The stretch was delicious, making your head swim from pleasure. Satoru moaned in relief.

Before he could slam his hips forward, you grasped them into your hands. Your thumbs rubbed over his V-line, his stomach muscles flexing. With your fingers digging into Satoru’s hips, you guided his hips forward. You controlled the way Satoru angled his hips, the way they rolled into your own.

His chin hit his muscular chest, with this mesmerised look in his eyes he watched the way your bodies connected. His mouth fell open, and his striking blue eyes flickered to your face. Satoru’s pink tongue poked out, his focus fully on pleasing you.

The tip of his cock pressed into your cervix, making itself at home there. His length dragged against your walls, veins digging into you. The moans just tumbled from your mouth. You kept your hands on his hips, continuing to control the speed and intensity.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Am I doing good? Please tell me I’m doing good.” Satoru whimpered out.

Your head nodded erratically, “You’re doing so, so good, puppy. Don’t stop.”

Since you were still sensitive from your last orgasm, it didn’t take long for another to approach you. Your thighs and pussy felt tingly, your toes curling and flexing. All you could do was wrap your legs around Satoru’s hips, choosing to instead wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled him closer to you, chest to chest.

Satoru groaned happily, his hips slamming into your own. He grinded his pelvis into your puffy clit, causing you to gasp. He pressed his nose into your neck, his tongue stuck out and he was drooling all over you.

Your hands tangled into Satoru’s hair, tugging and yanking on his silky strands. He moaned straight into your ear, causing hot pleasure to coil even tighter around your pussy. Throwing your head back, you let your orgasm wash over you. Clenching around Satoru’s dick, you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Can I cum? Please. Let me!”

You patted Satoru’s back and shoulders aimlessly, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course, baby. Cum inside me. You did soo well.”

The groan he let out was guttural, vibrating in his chest. You felt warmth spread inside of you, while Satoru’s hips kept drilling into. He fucked his cum into you, making you overflow.

Satoru finally came to rest, his head nestled into your neck, with his hips still pressed into yours. He nuzzled you occasionally, while you lovingly petted his head and back. Satoru sighed happily into your skin.

Pulling one hand away from his head, you went to touch your neck. It came back wet, with Satoru’s drool. You frowned at that, and wiped it away on his arm. “Ew. You’re nasty.”

His head lifted slightly, and all he did was giggle at you. He moved his face, and licked a strip up your cheek, “Woof!”

You couldn’t help but squeal, trying to push his face away.

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mariishka · 9 days ago

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Satoru Gojo’s cursed abilities began to manifest at the age of two. By five he could read and write with ease, he could do basic arithmetic, and had better special reasoning than most adults. It was a given that his secondary traits would manifest early, and the clan was happy to welcome a dominant alpha to the family. Except—

He wasn’t.

The revelation that their messiah was an omega, frankly, appalled most of the Gojo Clan, but they wouldn’t deny their interest in a few incredibly powerful offspring.

By the time Satoru had truly and fully manifested at the age of fourteen, they had already thrown a few dozen alpha suitors his way — he had his pick of any of them, he could just drop out and raise children like a good omega. Except— he wouldn’t.

Satoru insisted on school, where it quickly became apparent that he would outclass even the strongest alphas. The clan was once again disgusted with him; the way he behaved, his strength and charisma, it simply wasn’t like an omega. He should be demure, and sweet, and happy to let everyone else order him around. Except he wasn’t.

He showed absolutely no signs of omega tendencies, except for infrequent heats, which were so mild he didn’t even need to take time off school. The clan had hopes that maybe that alpha boy he was always hanging around would get Satoru to settle down and mate, but no luck. When asked about this, Satoru said he found alphas “boring,” and would “rather drink bleach than fuck one.” The clan decided it would be best to wait a few years before broaching the topic of marriage again.

It wasn’t until his final year at Jujutsu High that Satoru showed any sign of libido at all. Lounging on the porch, ignoring his English tutor, staring out as the gardener tended to the koi pond. Then— Satoru bolted upright.

The tutor startled. “What? What is it?”

Satoru pointed. “Who is that?”

It took a second for the old man to spot who he was referring to. Someone else had joined the Gardner at the pond, peering down into the golden arc of fish. “The groundskeeper’s child.” A follow up question formed on his lips, “Why—“

Why are you interested when you’ve never shown an inkling of curiosity about anyone else in your entire life? But it died just as quick.

Satoru was staring at the gardener’s child with a look that could only be described as hungry. The shortened breath, dilated eyes, and flushed cheeks were unmistakable, although the unhinged grin he wore was a bit unusual (and unsettling). Nevermind whatever was going on below the belt.

“I want her,” Satoru said. Unshakable, bottomless lust— now that was just like an omega. Finally, he was experiencing a true heat, triggered by the presence of a potential mate.

Except—

“Gojo… that’s a beta.”

#i think about omega gojo who tops once a day #lives rent free in my head #i hate him (affectionate)#cw a/b/o

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