(I hate smut. I hate it. Anyway, here's some more smut.)
Gojo admits to himself that he's a fucking idiot. His excuse is that he tries to do so. Maybe it's not the best idea to spend his energy on riling you up and getting you mad at him, but he likes seeing you like that. He likes seeing you all bothered and annoyed with him. Relinquishing control to you doesn't happen unless your provoked.
Currently, he's really craving that feeling.
So that's why he's out on a friday night, getting tipsy at a bar with some friends instead of being home with you. This wouldn't be bad in general, but he didn't tell you he was going and didn't bother to reply to any of your texts as they came in.
It's not like Gojo wants you to get horribly pissed off, so he leaves a tad earlier then he usually would. He doesn't want to make you mad enough to where you ignore him, that wouldn't be fun at all.
After making his way back to your shared apartment, he tries to school his expression into a look of disheveled joy. This is to give the impression that he had a better time then he actually did.
Creaking the door inward, he lightly steps across the threshold and looks around the foyer to try and see where you are. Sure enough, your perched on a stool at the kitchen island, chin resting in your palm. Your eyes glance up at the sound of the door, eyes sharp as you gauge his appearance.
"Oh so you decide to come home?" You say, lifting your tone at the end.
"Yeah! Just decided to have some fun~" He replies, placing a hand on his chest as he wiggles off his shoes. He makes sure to keep a cheesy smile plastered on his face.
"That's nice. Who were you out with?"
"Just a couple buddies. We're all super close." He laughs a little at the end, making it seem like he has an inside joke he's not sharing with you.
You get up, walking over to the cupboard and grabbing two glasses from it. "I'm glad you had fun." You say flatly.
He stares at your back as you fill the glasses, a pout settling on his face. Walking up behind you, he places his hands on your waist, squeezing his body behind yours.
"Y/N~" He whines. "Aren't you mad with me? Don't you want to put me in my place?"
You ignore him, so he tightens his grip, falling to his knees and fully wrapping his arms around your legs like he's a child throwing a tantrum.
"I think you're lessening your chances by doing this-"
"Ohh, I forgot. There was also this girl at the bar. We talked for a little bit, she was super cool." He lies, looking up at you to see your reaction. When you don't move at all, he tightens his arms more.
"Gojo. Get off of me."
Harsh. Last name and everything.
"Don't be like that," He gives you a sultry look through his eyelashes. "I'll just go out with them again tomorrow if you really want me gone that bad."
You twist in his arms, squatting so that he finally releases you. You grab him by the hair, yanking his head back to force him to look at you.
"You want to be bad huh? You're a fucking brat, you know that." You whisper close to his face.
"And I know that you like it." He says smiling.
You tighten you grip on his snow white hair, shoving his mouth onto yours. He giggles into the kiss, the sound quickly dissolving into little grunts as you push him onto his back.
"The floor hurts~" He says, looking at you with discontent.
"It's what you deserve." You climb on top of him, grabbing his shirt collar. "I don't like it when you talk to other people like that. You're mine, right?"
"Mhm."
"Say it."
"Yes, Miss." He goads, placing his hands on your waist.
The hands don't sit there long before you're slapping them away, standing up and ordering him to get up as well. When you're both standing, you walk away and toward the bedroom.
"Wh-" He starts.
"Follow me, asshole." You yell, cutting him off.
He watches you for a second, blinking at your back as you walk away. He looks down slightly, whistling. What can he say, he likes you ass.
"Take off your shirt and pants, keep the underwear on." You say after he enters the bedroom behind you.
"C'mon now. Don't you want to rip them off me?"
"Are you a fucking child?" You pause. "I don't even know why I asked that, the answer is clear."
"I'm not moving until you touch me." He says stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I could leave right now you know. It's not like you have anything over me."
"I know. But I also know that you're really into it right now." He leans down closer to your face, making a condescending cooing sound. "Look at you~ All bashful under my gaze."
"Is that what I look like right now? Bashful?" You snort. "All I feel is slightly peeved. You know that I hate it when you don't tell me where you're going."
"What are you going to do? Punish me?"
"That's what you want." You put a finger to his chest, advancing and making him back up to the foot of the bed. "So I'm going to do it in a way that'll make it not so fun for you."
"N-Not so fun, aye?" He laughs almost nervously, glancing down as the back of his knees hit the bed.
"Not at all!" You give him a sweet smile, pushing him back and straddling his hips before he can recover.
You grab his wrists, holding them above his head and leaning your head down to his neck.
"I can feel you." You whisper, rolling your hips down onto his dick.
His adam's apple bobs at the feeling, a stuttered sigh leaving his lips. Before he can revel in it for too long, you're biting down on his neck, not even trying to lessen the pain. You didn't prefer this, but you've discussed it before and he said that he's cool with it. It made you feel like a vampire which is fun in some ways.
He jerks up at the feeling, trying to hold his composure as you keep placing bite marks around his neck. It was so pale before but now it's splattered with red teeth marks and bruises.
"That's better." You say pulling away, a string of saliva connecting to the bite you just gave. "You look better with my marks on you."
"I like looking at them, but I like giving them to you better."
You sit up, placing your hand on his chest and looking into his eyes. "I've never been horribly serious about this stuff, 'cause it's embarrassing, but I do genuinely get scared when you go out like that and don't tell me."
"You can trust me, y'know?" He says, slanting his lips and arching his brow.
"Yeah. Yeah I know. You're just so... popular? I don't want to be controlling of your life and suffocate you when I should be comforting you-"
"Y/N." His soft call of your name makes you go silent, still staring at the marks lining his throat. "I'm always honest with you. We both know that. I would tell you if you were becoming too much, though I doubt that would ever happen. You need to tell me these things, because you know I tease you without really knowing how serious it is. I love you, and I try to see how serious things are but I sometimes mess up."
"Pft- It's weird to hear you admitting that you mess up sometimes."
"Oh come on. First you ruined the mood, and now you're ruining our cute moment."
"Says you. You literally went on our anniversary trip last year alone because you forgot me here. Seriously, how do you forget to wake me up?!"
"I've apologized!"
"I know," You laugh. "It's still fun to tease you with though."
He rolls his hips up, catching you by suprise so that a gasp escapes your mouth.
"Are you going to keep going for me, Miss, or do I have to provoke you some more? I'm still a little tipsy and you know how much of a lightweight I am. You can basically do anything you want with me."
"Brave words coming from a man in your position."
"And if I'm doing it on purpose?"
"Then you're a son of a bitch."
He laughs loudly, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you down to meet his lips. He tastes faintly like alcohol and fruit, and it gets more potent when he forces his tounge into your mouth. You let out a sigh, pressing a finger to his chin and forcing his mouth open further. You're the first to pull away.
"I'm still planning to punish you, you know."
"Then hurry up~ I'm getting bored."
"You are so immature." You groan, rolling off of him and grabbing a box out from under the bed. He looks over the edge and peers into it along with you.
"You're getting a toy?"
"A couple, but I'm not letting you know which ones." You say blatantly, pulling out a couple blindfolds to layer over his eyes.
"Oh? I didn't know you had those. They won't work, you know."
"You have little faith." You mumble, standing up and putting them on him one by one.
You notice his mouth widening as you secure the last one around his head. He's obviously not used to being shrouded in pitch black.
"Weird huh?" You say, patting his hair back. He had Infinity off so the strands were lying flat on his head.
"Very weird. A little unnerving."
"It'll be fine, just stand up for me."
He nods, standing up and grabbing your shoulder for support. Geez is he really that unbalanced? It's probably his lanky ass legs blowing in the miniscule wind throwing him off.
You direct him to put his arms up, shucking off his shirt while trailing your hands up his defined stomach and chest. The muscles rippled under your deft fingers and he twitched at the soft touch. After removing the shirt, you go to unbutton his pants.
He is fidgeting, obviously impatient, so you speed up. After stripping him of his pants, you push him back down onto the bed and take out a pair of handcuffs. They were black and fluffy, but still had some exposed metal. What can you say, you wanted it to hurt a bit.
You push him so he's lying down on the bed again, and you put his arms above his head, clicking one of the handcuffs on his wrist and pulling the other through a bar of the headboard and onto his other wrist.
He squirms a bit, not used to having the weight around his wrists.
"What are you going to do?" He says, tilting his head in your direction.
"Just wait." You reply. He's always been fast with these things, so it only makes sense that you slow it down and make him wait for it.
After leaning away, you quickly strip yourself naked, re-situating yourself over his lap. You make sure to keep yourself a good distance higher then his crotch.
You lean forward to press a few messy kisses to his jaw, trailing them back to his ear and then down to his neck. Trying not to gloat at the marks there for too long, you continue to press hot kisses down to his collar and to his chest.
"Are you really going to take this much time?" He complains, letting out light puffs of air. "I love you but I'm about to do this myse- Ah, oh god."
His threats get cut off when you press your tounge over his nipple. You flick over the bud with your tounge a few times before sucking on it. It was already hard in your mouth, and you can feel his heartbeat accelerate in his chest.
"Hm? I didn't know that was sensitive." You say curiously, moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment.
He bucks up when you make contact, face flushing a pretty shade of pink. Maybe you'll make this last longer just to see him all bothered like that.
"Cat got your tounge? Usually you have a tease or two." You finally move away from his nipples, continuing to trail down his chest and abdomen.
"I didn't think I w-would like that." He swallows loudly. "Ususally we don't do this."
"Are you okay with it?"
"More than okay."
You finally make it to the hem of his underwear, the rest of your body pushed back between his legs. His dick looked painfully hard, straining in his underwear and leaving a mark of precum.
You blow a puff of warm air onto the budge, seeing it twitch under his underwear.
"I want you to beg for it." You say softly, taking your finger and tracing the outline of his cock without taking it out.
"I'm not doing that." He says. "You can't make m-me do that."
"But you're getting all flustered... I like how red your skin's getting." You drag your nail down the hem of his underwear, pulling them down far enough so that his dick springs up from the confinement. It's flushed and leaking, sitting heavy on his stomach.
"Just touch me already, Y/N." He urges, the smile that usually rests on his face nowhere to be seen.
You comply, but only lightly wrapping your palm around the base of his cock. The pads of your fingers drag up his length, barely causing any friction at all.
"Beg for me, honey." You order, lifting your body up to lean over him more.
From this angle you can see his face better. His red and sweaty face. You can imagine that his eyes are wide under the blindfolds.
"I'm not going to do it."
You hum in discontent. "Fine. I'll just release my hand then."
"Oh for fucks sake. Please."
"Please what?" You urge, tightening your hand slightly around him.
He moans, voice cracking at the end. "P-Please jerk me off. Or suck me. Or fuck me. Whatever, Miss. I can't take it anymore."
You smile at him, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
"Good boy."
Finally, you tighten your hand around him, moving it up and down at a quick pace. His precum slicks up your hand, causing you to go faster.
Gojo's pants and moans speed up along with your hand, hips trying to move to match your pace.
"No, stop that." You reprimand, pushing a hand down on his hip to keep it down. "I'm in control here."
"Yes- yes." He sighs.
Only a few minutes go by before you can tell that he's nearing his limit. You feel more precum leak onto your fingers and his voice is cracking more and more often. Right before he meets his climax, you release your hand, completely seperating yourself from his body.
He sucks in a breath desperately, chest heaving. "Why'd you stop?"
"I meant this to be a punishment, Satoru."
"Ugh~ You're so mean."
"And you're mine, got it?" He nods. "Good. Now I want you to do something for me, because we've been focusing on you too much. Don't you think that's unfair?"
"In my opinion-" You click your tounge. "... Yes it's unfair."
"Correct." You say, praising him.
You move your body up to his face, situating your legs to either side of his head so that your vagina is over his mouth.
"Oh ho ho," You can practically feel his smirk. "I like this~"
"Get to it or I won't finish you off."
"You're a mean woman." He says, but still leans his face up and licks up the folds of your pussy. "Aw, you're already so wet. All for me?"
"Don't get full of yourself."
"Sheesh. I guess I'll make it worth it then."
The breath from his words send shivers down your spine, but it's soon overpowered by the feeling of his tounge pressing inside you, sometimes flicking forward and over your clit. He's chuckling lightly, sending vibrations through your body. By the way his hand are twitching in the handcuffs you can tell that he's itching to pull you closer onto him.
He pulls away slightly, whining slightly, "C'mon baby, I know you're holding back those moans. Let them out for me."
"Don't go switching this up." You grit, grabbing his hair and pushing his face back up. He lets out a grunt of suprise, quickly getting back in the groove.
"Do you want to fuck me?" You pant out, grinding your hips down onto him.
"Mhm. Yes, Miss." His voice is muffled.
You slide off of him, deciding to reach up and take the blindfolds off. It's fun to see him helpless like that, but you like the way his eyes screw up when he's inside you.
His eyes meet yours, and you see that they're watery and narrowed dazily.
"You look like you're drugged up." You say laughing, tracing under his eye.
"Please just fuck me, I'm about to lose my mind."
"Fine fine, you've been good enough." You cradle his face, softly kissing his cheek before straddling his hips again. You've been on your knees a lot, huh.
You line his dick up with your enterance, lightly teasing it between your folds. Gojo starts breathing heavily again, anticipation obviously filling his bones.
Slowly sliding yourself down, his dick fills out your pussy, stretching it wider. You suck in a breath, stabalizing yourself by putting your hands on his chest.
Once he's fully in you, you start bouncing on his crotch, breath quivering in your throat. At the sounds you're making, you can see his hands strain more against the handcuffs, craving for something to grip. His muscles are also contorting, flexing under your hands.
He starts bucking his hips up again, but this time you let him. It's better for the both of you.
He matches your pace, his thick cock pressing against your walls. You clentch your hands, digging your nails into his skin and causing him to whimper at the dull pain.
"I'm gonna cum." You say, grinding your hips harder.
"Please. Please do." You see his eyes clench hard, his lip trapped under his teeth. You csn tell that he's close too.
You reach your high, melting forward into his stomach as you ride through your orgasm. He continues to thrust into you, hips stuttering at the amount of effort he suddenly has to give.
"A-Ah. Y/N get off." He pleads, heels digging down into the bed. "I'm about to cum."
You oblidge, lifting off of him as he lets go, his cum streaking onto your stomach and his.
"Fuck." You slur, trying to keep your weight up.
"Undo my handcuffs now."
"Yeah, yeah. At least let me catch my breath. Christ."
He giggles, shiny blue eyes staring at you with adoration. "I liked that."
"I did too. I was waiting for the opportunity to do something like that." You finally regain composure, reaching up and undoing the handcuffs. "It's weird though, because I'm fully aware that you can escape at any time."
"Eh? So you don't really feel in control?"
"Not really." You laugh, placing a hand over your mouth. "It is fun to hear you whimper though."
He groans, patting your head and standing up wobbily. "Don't mention that to anyone."
"Yeah because I just constantly go around and tell people about my sex life. You seem more likely to do that."
"... Nanami loves to hear about it though."
"He absolutely does not." You deadpan, falling back onto the sheets and spreading your limbs out.
You feel his gaze on you, soft and open. "I'll get a rag." He says, walking slowly toward the bathroom.
When he returns, rag in hand, you're close to passing out, a dull ache filling your whole body. It's unfortunate how much it takes out of you. Gojo can go for hours, and you sometimes let him at it. You can barely walk the next day after those nights.
He sits on the bed with his legs crossed, reaching out and rubbing his cum off your stomach. The rag was saturated with warm water, the feeling pleasant against your skin. You look to the side, seeing that his stomach was already cleaned off and that he put some sweatpants on.
You go to ask for some sweatpants yourself, but he cuts you off, telling you that he'll get you some when he's done.
"Actually..." He starts, focusing on your stomach. "About what you said earlier."
"I said a lot of things earlier. And I don't want to think about a lot of them."
He slaps you slightly with the rag, "You're too bashful. Accept your dominance."
"It's not that! I just- Y'know what, nevermind. What were you saying?"
"Don't try to play this off, 'cause I know you will, but if you're feeling insecure about our relationship, you need to tell me."
"Satoru-"
"Nope, let me finish." He says, putting down the rag and standing up to go find a pair of your sweatpants. "I don't want you thinking that there's any chance in hell that I'll leave you for someone else. You're my one and only, and you'll always be my one and only. I also don't want you to feel like you're suffocating me, because you're not."
He grabs your sweatpants and a pair of underwear from the dresser, approaching you again.
"If anything, I'm the suffocating one." He starts pushing the underwear up your legs softly. "I'm annoying, and I go out of my way to make you jealous just for my own selfish reasons. I wouldn't usually admit to it, but I know that that's wrong."
He reaches over to the sweatpants, hands shaking slightly. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or nervous. You're just so perfect and I want to see every side of you."
When the pants are fully over your ass, he sits on the side of the bed, looking away from you with his hands clenched in his lap. "And I'm so scared to lose you. I've lost so many others, and I don't want to lose you because of my own stupidity."
As he takes a second to breathe, you sit up, resting a hand on his back.
"Satoru, shut up for a second." You say, exasperated. He finally looks at you with wide eyes. "Thank you for apologizing, and for realizing it in the first place."
"I don't deserve your thanks."
"Fuckin' zip it, let me talk." He purses his lips. "I care about you a lot, and I'll never leave you for a reason like that. Like I said earlier, I trust you. I trust you more than anyone. Even though I might get possessive or jealous because of what you try to do, that doesn't make me love you any less."
His eyes dart between yours, face breaking out into a huge smile. "Oh thank god." He sighs, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around you, face smushed into your neck.
You laugh, returning the hug. "You were the one to ruin the mood now. We're even."
"Y/N~" He cries, pushing you backward until you're flat against the bed, him splayed out on top of you.
"Shit, you're heavy as balls."
"That's a very lewd joke, missy."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"No but's or if's!"
You wiggle around, trying to throw him off you. "If you don't get off, I'll never be dom again." You say seriously.
His body freezes, and he shoots up, quickly seperating himself from you. You stare at eachother, and soon enough you're both breaking out into obnoxious laughter.
"H-How did you even move that fast?!" You stutter through laughing, moving onto your side and clutching your stomach.
"I think I accidently used an ability or somthing." He replies, falling forward and face planting into the bed.
"You're a dork."
"And you're going to dom again!"
You sigh, reaching over and running your hand through his hair. "Of course. Just don't make me mad next time."
"Sir yes sir! I'll be a good boy!"
"Stop. I can't handle those words coming from you."
"You love it~"
"I hate that I do."
He giggles, and you smile as you watch him doze off sleepily. Even though you might be in some pain tomorrow, it was worth it if you got to see that happy and content face of his.
You were his, and he was yours. That's just how it will work until the very end.