Thinking about overstimming Gojo Satoru to the point where he's losing control of his powers.
Overstimming Gojo Satoru until that smart mouth of his can't let out anything but wet, little gurgles of your name. His long, white lashes are batting shut with each stroke of your hand up and down his twitch shaft. He's so weighty, so hot. Glistening wet and such a pretty pink that matches his raw lips.
Overstimming Gojo Satoru until all he can do is throw his head back, abs flexing when his toned hips tremble up, up, up-
"Oh, sweetheart..." he's letting out such drawn-out whines, voice husky with how much he's been moaning and groaning your name all night. And each cute whimper is accompanied by a hitched breath, a bolt of tiny blue lightning sparking at the corners of his glassy, wide eyes.
Overstimming Gojo Satoru until the silky sheets underneath his large hands are bursting at the pressure of his jujutsu. Until you could faintly feel the thrum of power in the air with each and every syrpy coat of his precum down your wrist.
Overstimming Gojo Satoru until he thinks he can't cum - but he can. You know he can, and you'll prove it to him. Rolling your heavenly palms faster and faster down his jerky length.
Overstimming Gojo Satoru until he doesn't even know what's going on. Doesn't realize the flashes of purple glistening at the very tips of his fingers, the uncomfortable tension in the air from particles charging. Doesn't even see the way the lights go out, bursting into nothingness - in all of Tokyo, maybe even the entirety of Japan - because he's cumming, spilling milky, velvety rope after rope to drizzle all over your waiting hand. Over and over and- fuck, why does he want to do it all over again?
choso fucking you so hard he breaks the bed but even after it’s snapped he keeps fucking you moaning “i’m sorry, im sorry” over n over because it feels so good n he’s so close and doesn’t wanna stop
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Everybody thinks Choso’s oh-so-innocent until one day when he’s reaching for something, his shirt lifts up just a tad and is that…a tattoo…of your name? Right there all prettily on his hip, next to a bunch of hickies?!
Everybody thinks Choso’s oh-so-innocent until they’re playing Never Have I Ever and all of a sudden he’s taking eeeeevery shot - especially on the…kinky ones. Each time blushing shyly your way.
Everybody thinks Choso’s oh-so-innocent until you’re coming to class with a limp, and when somebody (jokingly) asks him if that was his work- all the man has to say is “how did you know?”
╰┈➤ content. +18 mdni, bondage, edging, !switch gojo, implied overstimulation, implied orgasm denial, vibrator, mommy kink, etc. ╰┈➤ synopsis. bondage w gojo ╰┈➤ inclu. gojo s.
gojo was placing sloppy kisses on your body, basically worshiping every inch of it with his soft, pink lips. "baby," he whispered against your chest, making your ears perk up. you lifted your head from the pillow and propped yourself up on your forearms. "yeah?" you said. "i wan' try somethin' new." that immediately piqued your interest. "and what's that?" you reply. his response makes your mouth pop open: "bondage, but you tie me up."
"a-are you sure? i mean, i'm okay at being dominant but err, i dunno..." you stammered. he hushed you softly, those piercing blue eyes calming you down. "no, baby, you'd be perfect, i swearrrr."
and that's how you ended up edging him mercilessly.
he was bound to a wooden chair, sleek with his pre-cum that dripped from the tip of his cock right between his thighs. he was a mess; body soaked with his own sweat, snow-white hair plastered to his forehead, messy, pink tip spurting out pre-cum every time you fondled his sensitive balls a little more.
he was so needy for you.
it started off with you sitting on his lap, touching yourself as his erection hopelessly pressed against the sweaty skin of your ass. then it turned into you using your own vibrator on his cock & balls as your hand took care of the other, whether that was his cock or balls.
"c'mon, satoru, tell mommy what you want," you cooed. "cum—wan' to cum!" he whined boyishly. tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, oh he needed it so bad. "p-please, baby. i need to c-cum..." that soft whine in his voice almost sent you over the edge. "m'kay, love. let me make you cum. but, first things first."
you took some of the left-over rope and strapped it from under his thigh and tied it at the top. you strapped the vibrator to his plush skin and positioned it so it was pressing against the base of his cock. he let out a yip at the sudden vibrations against the sensitive, pink skin.
his muscles strained against the ropes bounding him to the chair. then, you kneeled back down and began stroking his cock again quickly. he was a sobbing mess by this point, he couldn't contain his pleasure-filled cries. "c-cumming—haah..! gonna-" then, white, thick spurts of semen shot out from the tip of his cock. he threw his head back, his neck going limp as his head rolled forward again. he couldn't contain himself.
he wasn't really a submissive man, but when it came to you? he was nothing but putty for you to shape however you liked. "mommy, a-ah..."
his cock twitched as never ending spurts of cum shot out more. his eyes shot open as he realized you weren't going to stop jerking him off. "oh- waitwaitwait, what are you doing?" he gasped as you increased the vibrations.
"you said you wanted to cum, right?" you teased.
he wants me so bad (he’s fictional and i read a fanfic about him)
“Don’t worry, we’re going to fix this. It’s fine.”
(It’s pretty much NOT fine)
Context: Gojo finds Geto right after what happened in the village. Still somewhat in denial.
you’re gagging, throat stretched raw around SUGURU’S fat cock, spit dripping down as he fists your hair, dragging you deeper. “take me so good, baby... fuck, give me that messy little throat,” he says, while SATORU’S behind you, fucking you senseless at the same time, slamming into you so hard your whole body lurches, his hands clawing your hips red. “shit, you’re tight—squeezing me while you’re choking on him, huh?” satoru says, smacking your ass loud enough to echo.
“you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” suguru pants, shoving himself deeper ‘til your nose hits his pubes, tears streaking your face. “swallowing me like you were made for it.” your lungs burn, but satoru’s relentless, railing you ‘til your brain’s mush, pleasure frying every nerve. he leans over, sweaty and hot against your back, “love this, don’t you? getting fucked while you gag... like our perfect little toy.” his thrusts turn mean, and you’re shaking, a drooling, dripping mess.
“gonna fill you up,” satoru grunts, slamming once more as he cums, his hot sticky cum spilling out ‘til it’s running down your thighs. suguru’s right there, hips jerking, groaning, “swallow it all, babe—don’t spill a fuckin’ drop,” as he unloads down your throat, leaving you gasping and marked inside and out.
they pull back, panting, and you’re a limp, dripping mess—cum dripping from your cunt, smeared across your lips. “look at you... fuck, that’s hot,” satoru says, already grabbing his phone. “gotta keep this.” and then he snaps the photo—you, sprawled out, thighs glistening with his release, suguru’s still dripping from your chin. “you’re perfect like this,” he says, zooming in, “all fucked stupid.” suguru leans down, smearing his cum over your lips. “you’re ours, hear me? no one’s touching you but us.” because they’re obsessed, drunk on the sight of you dripping with them.