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A Man's Place

In which you, Shoko and Utahime have some fun, leaving Satoru with nothing to do but watch

“Hey, no fair, come on!”

Poor Satoru, all tied up and at the mercy of three women who’d love nothing more than to bring the so-called ‘Honoured One’ down a peg or two. And can any of you be blamed?

He talks so much shit, the idea to make him eat his words naturally arose. Now, his wrists are bound behind his back by the rope Shoko had lying around — why? No one dare ask.

“At least get Utahime out of my face, her climaxing face is ugly.” To punctuate his ridiculous point, the sorcerer makes a face of disgust, to which the girl in question rolls her eyes at.

Bare and beautiful, your hands can’t stop exploring her body. She’s soft everywhere and you naturally find purchase on her hips as you hold her steady against your relentless pounding. The artificial cock is shiny with her juices, it sploshes and squelches inside her sloppy pussy, the head pushing its way through her gooey walls.

Behind the white-haired freak, Shoko is leaning against the headboard, holding his body up with her bare torso and you can see the man purposefully shuffle to feel her hard nipples scratch his back. She pulls out her lollipop, running it along the quivering bottom lip of Utahime and then on Satoru’s, but snatching it just as fast before he can engulf it in his drooling mouth.

Voice saccharine sweet and totally mocking, she says, ��You say that, Satoru, but let’s not pretend you’re not arching your neck to catch her pretty lips in a kiss.”

To that, he scoffs.

“I just don’t understand why any of you would prefer that fake thing when you can have the real thing. Mine is so much better. And bigger!”

Through a particularly rough thrust from you and a choked moan, Utahime manages a sardonic laugh and trails a finger from his heavy balls, tracing a vein, and up to his red-hot tip which persistently leaks pearly white cum that, you won’t lie, makes your mouth water.

One hand ventures around her body, holding the weight of a bouncy breast, and tweaks her nipple. She squeals, head thumping against Satoru’s chest to get away from your expert hips and mischievous fingers. You meet his eyes which are unclothed by his blindfold. He grins.

“Hey, baby. Come here often?”

You roll your eyes. “We prefer the strap because this one doesn’t talk so much.”

He pouts.

“If I promise to be -ha- quiet, will you -quit it Sho! - at least let me eat one of you out? Maybe not Hime’s, she probably tastes -ngh- terrible.” The woman behind him is grinding her soaked pussy on his back and the feel of the wetness squelching on his hot skin is driving him crazy and distracting him from negotiating his way out of his predicament. “Okay, f-fine, I’ll eat her out too. Ah, God, you all sound so pretty. Hime, pull your head up, princess. Give Toru a big wet kiss, yeah?”

“Oh, look, Sho, he’s finally being honest.”

Your hips speed up a little, forcing pornographic moans out of the poor woman who can only cling onto Satoru’s thick thighs, digging her nails into his hard muscles. In agreement, Shoko stretches her slender arm out and you take the lollipop from her, making a show of wrapping your lips around the dwindling candy as you maintain eye contact with the short-haired woman, ignoring the piercing stare of a certain blue-eyed man.

“Hurry up and cum, Hime. It’s y/n’s turn soon. You can sit on her face as I fuck her with the strap, ‘kay?”

Utahime moans as a response.

“Hey! Don’t make plans for the next round without me. Argh! Why can’t I fuck someone?”

You all pause your grinding, thrusting, and moaning. In unison, you answer, “Because you’re a man.”

And then you return to the grinding, thrusting, and moaning.

Satoru pouts and makes a hmph! sound but doesn’t argue.

“Oh, fuck!”

Judging by the sudden low whimpers coming from Shoko’s mouth, Satoru’s hands have found the right angle to be at to feel for her clit. He’s no doubt rubbing at it frantically in revenge, enjoying the wetness coating his lonely fingers. You roll your eyes. “Sho.”

Eyes flicking open in rapid speed, she smacks the man on the head and wriggles herself out from behind him. He falls on the bed with a grumpy, ‘Meanie.’

Scooting up higher, you fuck Utahime over his long and powerful body. Her face is directly over his and his eyes can’t look anywhere but at her expressions of ecstasy. Quiet now, everyone knows he can’t bring himself to spew more lies so he lies there in silence, absorbing every sound that is pummelled out of her.

Free, Shoko pulls your hair and tugs your face to hers. The lollipop is discarded on the bed, which creaks dangerously, but her mouth tastes much sweeter. She’s addictive, a drug none of you could ever have enough of. She flicks your nipples with her free hand, thrusting her long, wet tongue into you, wrestling yours into submission.

A ridge in the strap has been rubbing your clit perfectly the entire time and a wave of pleasure washes over you, hips stuttering into Utahime’s pulsing pussy. Your moans are swallowed and buried beneath the much louder sounds of skin slapping.

Hime cums too. The room is filled with melodious moans, reverberating against the walls and reaching Satoru’s ears.

“You guys cumming? Can I get some of that? I swear, Toru Junior is so hard one jerk is enough. Come on, please? Sho? Sit on my face. I’m doing this for you. Being left out is no fun. Ah, Hime, is it good? Better than me? S’not, is it, baby? No, ‘course not. That’s why you should untie me and let me fuck you right.”

Everyone ignores him. And for the nth time this night, he misses out on yet another round of orgasms.

When Hime pushes herself away, the dildo pops out with a wet squelch. She blushes when you wink at her. Trying to catch her breath, she lies next to Satoru who doesn’t complain about the fact that he’s resting all of his weight on his arms in an uncomfortable position. In fact, when your eyes meet his, still kissing Shoko as she unbuckles the strap from your hips with practised hands, he smiles.

“Good job, babe. You deserve a reward. And it’s waiting for you.” He makes his cock jolt to make yet another stupid and useless point.

You and the girls look at each other for a second and then nod.

He hasn’t learned his lesson yet.

“Oh no. Okay, okay, okay. I’ll keep quiet now. No, wait, oh come on. I was just kidding.” Seeing that no one’s listening to him, he sighs and resigns himself to his fate. “Fine, have your fun for one more round. But right after, I’m getting out of this and you’re all in for it.”

A smile is shared between you and your partners-in-crime.

He’s fallen for it.

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arabella0001 · 16 days ago

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ཐིཋྀ cn: bullying (not from him), teasing, aphrodisiac abuse, oral, overstimulation, rough sex, praising kink, dirty talk

pairing: gojo x utahime

.・。.・ synopsis: he’s insufferably charming, and she’s cursed with a front-row seat to it. between eye-rolls and forced team-ups, utahime thought she knew the worst of satoru gojo. but when mei mei laces her drink with something far too potent and satoru’s the only one around to witness the fallout, things go from bad to devastating. and he, oblivious finds it very funny until is too late, until he realized it wasn’t made just as a joke. so when the tables finally turn… oh, he pleads to play nice. even beg.

part 1 part 2

Utahime’s eyes were locked on Satoru’s face, her hands above her head, now held firmly by only one of Satou’s hands, while the other was lightly trailing across Utahime’s body.

Her body trembled when his slim fingers left goosebumps between her breasts, when he drew circles around her nipples hidden under her shirt. When his hand moved gently from her stomach down between her legs—but not where she needed—it made her body almost writhe, desperate to meet his touch.

Too much time had passed since the effects of the aphrodisiac started ruining her body, her blood boiling higher and her skin so sensitive to touches, making her cunt claps around nothing.

With tears in her eyes, Utahime tried to urge Satoru, innocently manipulating him.

“Satoru.”

Satoru’s dick twitched again, painfully straining against the tight pants he always wore. He felt like a teenager hitting puberty considering he was seconds away from being visibly wet through his clothes.

He hissed but didn’t indulge her, squeezing barely her perfect sized tits.

“I don’t want to rush with you. Especially with what you make me feel. You don’t deserve that.”

The Satoru in front of her wasn’t what she expected. She always thought of him as a charming fuckboy behind his doors, who mostly disgusted her. Not that she wanted to judge him too harshly, but it’s not like he ever knew how to be serious, especially in critical situations. Still, her words were more taunting, even if that wasn’t what she truly thought.

“You’re mean. So mean—“

Satoru accepted her insult.

“Mhm.” His mouth traversed obscenely from her neck, sucking her breasts and leaving wet kisses all over her abdomen until he released her hand to part her legs and kissing between them, not neglecting either side. Her arousal was so strong, Satoru thought it was his new intoxicating favorite smell ever. “What do you want from me, Utahime?”

Utahime pinched her eyes shut, a frustrated stutter leaving her mouth while her legs were immobilized by his strong grip.

“Touch me.”

“But I’m touching you?” His question was so maddening to her right now.

She raised her voice a little, but it came out much hoarser, unable to admit that his teasing didn’t make her even wetter, if that was possible.

“You said you’re gonna help me! You’re fucking playing with me—“

But the sudden, almost adorable kiss Satoru placed on her clothed pussy made her gasp.

“You’re right, Utahime. But you see, I need you to be more specific, baby.”

Her hands gripped the sheets impatiently, knowing what the asshole between her legs wanted.

“I knew you’d be annoying even in bed!”

Satoru hummed, making her moan again as his face buried deeper into her pussy, kissing it thoroughly. But he returned to teasing her thighs, biting them, then soothing his pround mark on her.

“PLEASE! Please, ok?” Her lips trembled before she added, feeling humiliating begging like that. “E-eat my…pussy.”

Satoru smirked, locking his blue glinting eyes with hers before replying with a stupidly winning smile.

“Gladly, baby.”

His fingers pushed her panties aside before parting her folds and groaning at the sight of her beautiful pussy.

Before teasing her (unintentionally, he swore) by dragging his finger up and down, flicking her bud for a second, Satoru stopped her next complaining words by instantly licking her.

“O-oh! Fuck—“

She was so cute when she cursed like this.

Her hips escaped his grip, clasping his head further into her. But Satoru was happy like this—he didn’t mind being suffocated while eating a good meal. He hoped Utahime would let him eat first thing in the morning in the future.

When his licks turned more aggressive, Satoru’s finger found her aching hole, testing it gently before starting to push in. He was delighted when he realized Utahime was leaking so much that even two fingers were far from enough.

“So good. So good to me—“

Satoru smiled against her pussy. So he wasn’t a meanie anymore? At her whining from the loss of contact, he returned his hungry mouth to eat her out.

He didn’t stop. Not until she came so violently, her whole body convulsing while her hands gripped his white hair tighter, grinding against his face.

But when Satoru didn’t stop, cleaning her off and overstimulating her, Utahime’s pussy twitched, trying to raise his head from between her numb legs.

Satoru took her hands and fixing them on her stomach, just to lick her hole and slurping all the way up to her clit until he was satisfied.

“S-stop. Stop. Please. I want—“

Only then did Satoru rise from between her legs and came over her, finding her mouth with two of his fingers and pulling her bottom lip down before trying to push them inside her mouth.

“So many demands, baby. Tell me, what else do you want from me?” He wanted to tease her a little more, but when her cheeks hollowed around his fingers, Satoru let out a deep low moan, pushing his digits deeper until Utahime gagged slightly. “Such a good girl for me. I could get used to that.”

Her eyes widened but she didn’t dare say a word.

Satoru’s wicked grin turned wider. “Oh? My baby has a little praise kink?” His fingers left her mouth, testing the waters by wrapping his hand lightly around her neck, without squeezing.

“Fuck off—“

“Ah, ah, ah.” His face came closer, brushing against Utahime’s earlobe, whispering, “Good girls don’t speak like that.” His face lifted above hers until their lips were almost touching, their heavy breaths mixing. “Unless they want to be punished. And you don’t want that, right?”

Utahime gulped, but her mushy brain pushed her hands bolder around Satoru’s grip, squeezing her own throat slightly and gasping in return.

Satoru’s pupils darkened.

While opening his belt with the other hand, Satoru didn’t take his eyes off Utahime, brushing his lips very lightly against hers while squeezing her throat a little more and being rewarded by her moan.

“Good. I prefer you like this.”

Utahime was desperate, but she didn’t complain while Satoru’s touches left her for a moment as he stood up to remove his pants, making a show of it. His V-line visible as he pulled down his pants and boxers simultaneously.

It’s not like she wasn’t expecting it at all, but fear still hit her when Satoru’s nonchalant expression appeared while stroking his way-too-big dick.

“Gojo, it’s impossible to—“

He ignored her fear, dragging his cock along her folds to lubricate himself.

He caught her moaning when he came back to her mouth to swallow them, positioning himself and grinding slowly against her.

“Wrong name.”

“Satoru.”

He smiled at her obedient reply.

“But Utahime, you asked for this. Are you sure you don’t want it inside you, baby?” He bit her earlobe, making her hiss before whispering in her neck. “Wouldn’t I be meaner not to fill you now?”

Utahime gulped; she knew it wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her now. Only him.

“Y-yes.”

Her whole body trembled under Satoru’s.

“See? I would fuck you every time you want, Utahime. As many times as you want.”

“Satoru. You drive me so mad. Please fuck me already—“

But her mouth opened even more when she felt the sweet, painful stretch at the entrance of her pussy.

Satoru’s eyes closed, breathing heavily to calm himself. He couldn’t believe it felt this good. He started moving slowly to make it more comfortable for her. His hand cupped her cheek as he opened his eyes.

Her eyes started forming tears from the pleasure overtaking the pain. He was only halfway through until Utahime urged him.

“Move. I can’t. Too big, too big, Satoru.”

Satoru didn’t resist; he didn’t have the confidence to speak, afraid he’d lose control inside Utahime’s walls that suffocate around him so sweetly rough. The prominent veins on his cock forced him to slip further into her. He started moving slowly, focusing on the goodness inside him that wanted to offer Utahime. It’s for her. It’s for her.

Utahime chased his lips, making Satoru moan into her mouth. The pleasure of being filled so well started balancing out the pain so much that Utahime began to want more.

“Yes, yes, yes—“

Satoru lifted her leg until his cock touched her cervix, accepting now his deep, slow thrusts. His heavy breathing made the air in the room even thicker; Utahime felt like she couldn’t breathe. Only focusing on his big, good dick.

“You feel so good, baby. The best pussy in my life.”

“I love it so much. I love it. I love it—“

Her cries made the moment so intense that Satoru lost control, pushing harder. The bed squeaked loudly but not louder than the noise in the background.

He didn’t care if he broke it, especially when he lifted both her legs onto his shoulders and didn’t stop until Utahime was crying and moaning nonstop, screaming his name.

“Yeah? You love my dick so much?” His fingers found her clit again. “Show me how much. Come for me. Now, baby.”

Utahime grabbed his shoulder, screaming so hard that their annoying neighbors would definitely file complaints the next day. When she felt her last bit of resistance leaving her as Satoru pushed her closer to orgasm with his finger, Utahime came so much it felt like all the aphrodisiac in her system exploded with her orgasm.

“The best good girl. My best good girl, cumming all over my cock—“

When her walls started constricting around Gojo, he knew he had to pull out immediately.

“N-no. Want it in me. Please give it to me.” She locked her legs so forcefully around him that even Satoru’s infinite strength couldn’t save him. But no, he couldn’t.

He whispered apologies faster, panting against Utahime’s ear as he pulled out. “I will give it to you, baby. But I need you completely sober for that.”

He stroked his cock only twice before everything spurted on Utahime’s stomach, even on her breasts.

Utahime was horrified and hypnotized by the obscene scene in front of her. Satoru’s open mouth, his wet hair stuck slightly to his forehead, sweat running down his toned chest, muscles contracting completely.

“My girl. My sweet girl—“

Satoru said her name until the last drop fell on her. His gaze was completely in love with the person in front of him. Completely wrecked and extremely beautiful, Utahime wore his cum so hot on her body while her swollen pussy leaked between her spread legs, dirtying the sheets.

Meanwhile, her anxiety hit so hard that Utahime felt herself becoming more awake. Reality was slowly setting in.

Satoru quickly got up, almost tripping in his rush to the bathroom to let warm water run, squeezing the soft towel before returning to clean her as much as possible. Smiling even more when Utahime’s legs twitched, whining especially at the pressure when Satoru cleaned her swollen pussy.

He grabbed the blanket thrown on the floor somewhere in the process and got beside her, embracing her tightly and covering them both.

His gaze was focused on her worried face while his fingers traced across her flushed cheeks, marked by her past scar that for some reason Satoru adored.

He started caressing her body, but seeing Utahime still hiding her gaze, Satoru began speaking shyly.

“I’m sorry, Utahime.”

Utahime lifted her eyes to him, letting him continue.

“You know, for upsetting you until now. Especially today. I’m not saying I won’t do it again.” Satoru’s lips twitched slightly. “But not in a bad way.”

He let Utahime process his words before speaking again.

“But I want to be sure one more time. It wasn’t just the aphrodisiac, right?”

Utahime grunted, forcing herself not to roll her eyes at his ego showing up.

“No.” She looked into his eyes, offering only sincerity before hiding again in his chest. “And for you?”

Satoru could be clueless sometimes, but he was sure Utahime’s voice was nothing but vulnerable. Her heart beating violently in her chest confirming his thoughts.

“No. I like you.”

Utahime just nodded, but Satoru wasn’t having it.

“I like you.”

Utahime spoke softly.

“I get it.”

“I like you.”

Utahime already started getting irritated, her eyes furrowed as she lifted her gaze at him again.

But Satoru wasn’t just teasing her—his eyes were so soft and genuine that Utahime’s red cheeks deepened.

He cupped her face in both hands and repeated between kisses delivered all over her face:

“I like you. I like you. I like you.”

“Satoru!!!”

Her breathing became heavier, trying to distance herself a bit from Satoru’s protective embrace. His smile was so wide it made his cheeks hurt.

“Just making sure you believe me.” His expression turned serious. “Now. Let’s go to Shoko.”

“What?”

She didn’t have time; Satoru threw her over his shoulder until he settled her down in the middle of the room and giving her clothes to help her dress.

He pecked her nose after they finished, she scrunched at his touch. Satoru’s heart was overwhelmed with the cuteness.

“God. I can’t wait to annoy you every day from now on, baby.”

But Utahime shot back, pointing her finger at him. “You wish. Just because—“

She yelped when Satoru pulled her closer by wrapping his hands behind her back and speaking over her lips.

“Especially now that you’re mine. Only mine.”

She hugged him tightly, relaxing even more, and Satoru kissed her shortly, cupping her cheeks.

“And I’m only yours.”

Satoru’s eyes flickered with much more emotion than just for liking a person, and Utahime returned his smile while both of them slowly began to realize what a bright future awaited them.

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