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Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Toge Inumaki x Reader

Word Count: 1500+ words.

Summary:You caught Toge masturbating without permission so obviously, if he wanted it so badly, shouldn’t you be nice and give it to him?

Warnings: Edging, masturbation, dacryphilia, handjob. 

Note: This was actual really fun to write! Toge’s so cute

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There’s an art to teasing someone. You have to be sure about what exactly makes them flush, but you can’t use it all the time lest they may become immune to it. You have to select the right time to tease them, and you have to say it a certain way. Most importantly, a smug look is a must. You wouldn’t say you had that down to a T, but Toge sure thinks so. Especially when it comes to teasing him, you were an expert because you didn’t even need to touch him. 

You sat on a chair, leg over the other with an arm propping up your head as you looked down on him. Toge would never admit he liked it this way when he was forced to look up at you. There was a smirk curling on your lip, almost like a sneer, and it caused his breath to hitch. He wasn’t quite sure if he could breathe like this, and it’s been almost over an hour. It was torture and it was all because he couldn’t wait until you got back. 

Toge had been edging himself for the past hour. His face was flushed, tears drying on his cheeks only to be replaced with new ones. Breaths hiccuping, Toge was completely at your mercy. He couldn’t take it anymore. Brows furrowing, Toge whined and glared at you.

That’s not to say he wasn’t enjoying his punishment. Oh, no. His back was pressed against the foot of the bed and he was completely naked. It was a little humiliating since you were dressed, but he reckoned what was more humiliating was the fact he enjoyed this too much. The fact that you were watching him jerk off, speaking sweet phrases in a low voice into the quietness of the room—fuck, he needed to cum so badly. 

“What is it?” you asked, swinging your leg. The slick sound of Toge rubbing his cock slowed down as he tried to muster strength to…to what? He couldn’t do anything. He deserved this punishment. If only he hadn’t been so impatient. If only he had obeyed you. 

His mouth formed the word, “Please.” You’ve learned to read his lips since he couldn’t talk, and the two of you shared dozens of ways to communicate without speaking. Like a tap, or signing using your hands, or even a look. 

“Please? Please, what, sweetheart? I can’t understand you if you aren’t specific,” you said. “Am I supposed to guess? Do you want me to touch you? Let you cum? Do you want me to fuck you? Ride you until morning? Want me to suck on your cock? Give you a handjob?”

Toge nodded frantically to every single one of them. Anything! Anything! He’d be happy with anything you did to him. At least do something. At least touched him. At the very least. His mouth was forming the word “please”, over and over again. Please, please, please. Please to all of that. Please to one of them. Please. Anything. As long as you did something! He couldn’t keep this up anymore! He was at his limit, chest heaving, sweat dripping, cock throbbing hard. 

You tilted your head. “Which one, love? Use your words.”

“Ungh!” Toge bursts into more tears. You both knew he couldn’t use his words! He couldn’t! Why were you so mean? “Mmph, haa!”

“You act like you don’t like it when I’m mean,” you said, grinning, pressing your legs together at the sight of him crying as he jerked pathetically at his cock. As much as you wanted him, this was still wonderful. “Okay. Stand up. Come here.”

Stand up? Toge didn’t know if he could! But he does it anyway. With shaky trembling legs, he managed to rip his hand away from his aching cock long enough to stumble over to you. So close. Searching eyes and a tap on the back of your hand. Could he touch you?

“No,” you said and he whined. “Why? I thought you were content without me? You certainly seemed so when I came in and found you masturbating.”

He’s sorry! He’ll behave! Please! Whimpers and whines. Toge was so frustrated. He was a frustrated mess who needed you and only you. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t cum. He had been jerking off but it hadn’t been enough. He needed your touch, he needed your eyes on him to be able to cum, he needed you. He wouldn’t be able to cum by himself. You had made sure of it, intoxicating him. 

“Have you no shame, Toge?” you asked, taking a finger and rubbing the slit of his cock. Toge practically keens—he’s so sensitive! It’s been an hour! He’s been touching his cock for an hour or more, but it’s your touch. He’s so sensitive, so aware of your touch. Toge hunched over, knees giving out, and feverishly searched for something to hold on, clutching onto your arms to stable himself. Tears were dripping down his face, drool, sweat. His throat was dry from all the crying, nose red, and you didn’t even look like you’d give in.

“Hng, agh,” Toge groaned. His fingertips pressed into your arm, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to tell you he was desperate. That he wouldn’t last long. He swore that if you were to start fucking him now, he’d honestly cum the moment you put him in. 

“Are you going to fall?” You asked, tone soft. Toge whimpered. You brushed a tear from his face and stood up with a smile. “Okay. You can hold onto me if you’re scared you’ll fall.”

“Ngh,” Toge whined as his arms circled around you. He placed his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in, whimpering and whining. His cock is left alone so to remind you, he rubbed it against you, just a little, and that was enough to make him gasp. His hand wasn’t the same as you. He couldn’t cum from his own hand but he bet he’d cum from rubbing anywhere on you. 

“Use your words, love,” you reminded him and Toge’s toes curled in frustration as he groaned into your neck, sobbing. 

He couldn’t take it anymore!

Toge grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock so you could feel how messy you’ve made him. You smirked and nudged your head against his with a hum. “Oh, I see. Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Toge? How was I supposed to know?”

“Aah!” Toge cried out as you began to pump him up and down. His hips bucked and his arms tightened around you, hiccuping and gasping for breath. Oh, fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck! Close! He was so close already! He was close!

You listened to Toge moan and cry, shuddering against your body. Music to your ears. Toge had the loveliest voice, especially when he was moaning like this. With his head so close to you, you could hear all the little sounds he made, every time he exhaled or took in a sharp breath. He rutted against your hand, wetting your shoulder, but you were perfectly happy with it. 

“Do you want to cum, darling? Do you think you deserve to cum?” you asked, twisting your wrist and making Toge sob. 

He sniffled. It was in situations like these that he was glad he couldn’t answer. He wanted to cum so badlybut whether or not he deserved it was a different matter. All he could do was hold onto you and try not to be washed away with your scent, your touch, all the pleasure you were giving and depriving him of. 

Toge tapped you twice. Close. You thought about it and decided to speed up your hand. Toge gasped loudly, throwing his head back, eyes wide. You watched as he came undone by your hands, trembling, cum shooting out of his cock. It splattered onto your clothes and his stomach, thick and hot, all over your hand. Toge wobbled and his legs gave out. Surprised, you caught him before he hit the ground. You gently placed him down and he sat there, dazed.

“Hnn?” He looked up at you, blinking blurrily, completely fucked out. You giggled and bent down, taking him by the chin and forcing his mouth open. Toge’s tongue lolled out, the circle catching your attention. You pressed your thumb on top of it and Toge’s tongue wrapped around your digit. 

“How do you feel?” you asked. 

“Mmph.” Toge closed his eyes blissfully, sucking and licking your thumb as if it was a lollipop. 

“How lewd,” you commented and he moaned. You removed your thumb. “Are you going to be a good boy for me from now on?”

“Uh-huh.” Toge opened his eyes, watching you through slits, sleepy, exhausted. 

You pressed a kiss to his mouth, unable to resist. Your tongues clashed, but you pulled away all too soon, leaving Toge to follow after you, hands coming out to hold on to you as if he was afraid you’d leave him. He had a confused expression on his face but groaned when you traced his lips. 

“Liar,” you said and he made a noise of protest. “How can I believe you when you can’t even use your words, darling?”

Toge whined.

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Anime:Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1300+ words.

Summary:Where Satoru is very whiny and needy and just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Warnings: Groping, grinding, hair pulling, footjob, overstimulation.

Note: I have not written smut in like two years.

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It’s one of those days where you’re busy, and it’s one of those days where Satoru is definitely not busy. Actually, he has too much time on his hands, or in this case—too much you on his hands.

“Gojo,” you said sternly as you felt his hand sneak up your shirt for the fiftieth time today, and it wasn’t even lunch yet.

“Gojo?” he asked, and you could hear the pout. If you turned around, you’d definitely see it, sparkly eyes and all.

“Yes.Gojo,” you emphasised. You don’t call him Gojo, not since you two started dating. It was Satoru, Toru, or many of the pet names you’ve given him. Many which he adored. The only time you ever called him Gojo was when you had to be stern. When you were serious or angry.

He whined, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck as he tightened his grip on your body. You sat on his lap from his insistence, and continued to do your work, scribbling down notes. But oh boy, was Satoru continuously getting handsy. First it started with holding your hand and playing with your fingers. Then rubbing your thigh. Groping your ass. Sliding his thumbs across your waist. Each time, a stern snap of his name to discourage him from touching you any further seemed to produce the exact oppositeresult.

So if it’s attention he wants, then you weren’t giving it to him. You’ve told him your paperwork was due this evening. He could at least leave you for another hour, but no, Satoru was being a brat. Suppose you’ve spoiled him a little too much, but how could you not? He flashes a smile at you and suddenly, all you want to do is give him all the love. Damn. Was this what they called whipped?

Satoru hesitantly brought his hand up your shirt again but you didn’t react. He pinched his brows together, squinting at your face which gave no indication you noticed. A little more courageous, he grabbed your breast and squeezed gently. Nothing. Okay. That’s suspicious. 

“Darling?” He placed his chin on your shoulder, staring up at you while he kneaded your breast. “Honey?”

No answer. 

Oh. Okay. He gets it now. “Sweetheart? My love? The light of my life? The very reason for my existence? Are you ignoring me, perhaps?”

Fuck, the man was distracting, but you were a woman of patience and great virtue. You could handle this. Easy. 

Satoru smirked. He could play this game too, sure he would win. You always cracked and though that meant he was punished, well, the whole point was to be punished, right? He wasn’t doing this for a reward. Not at all. 

His soft breath tickled your neck as he got bolder, fingers pinching your nipple. You twitched but continued concentrating on your work, which, quite honestly, wasn’t happening. His lips were on your neck and his other hand was travelling to your crotch. He pressed you as close to him as possible and you all but forgot how to hold a pen. 

“Aren’t I turning you on?” Satoru asked quietly, a smugness to his tone which was stripped away with a groan as he grinded against your ass. “Hm? Aren’t you going to punish me for touching you without permission…mistress?”

Oh, fuck. The son of a bitch. He knew exactly what he was doing. Calling you mistress was a sure fire way to get you into the mood, switching something on in you that only came out in the bedroom. 

He was outright grinding on you now, grunting, his bulge pressed up against you. His finger traced your crotched, other hand moving to give your other breast attention. You clenched your teeth, finger tapping on your pen. A brat. An absolute brat. 

“Mistress,” Satoru whined. “Don’t you want to touch me back? Ruin me? I want you to. I want you. Please?”

You snapped. 

Grinding back on him and eliciting a sharper groan, you turned your head around to glare. “Why do you have to be so disobedient, Toru?”

He grinned. “Don’t make me spell it out. I love being punished by you, mistress.”

You huffed and grabbed his hands, removing them from you. Standing up, you turned around to see a lost and needy expression paint Satoru’s face. Were you wet? Absolutely. The sight of him on the chair, a bulge in his pants, looking up at you desperately was all that was needed to have you clenching around nothing.

“Since my little brat is so needy for punishment—” you reached out and grabbed his hair, tugging it back to reveal his neck. He moaned. “—shouldn’t the punishment be not to punish you?”

“Mistress!” He pouted. 

“Hands on the side of the chair and keep it there,” you snapped and his arms came up to rest on them. You placed your foot on the edge of the chair, pushing it back so you had more room. Releasing your grip on his hair, you sat on top of the desk and stared down at him while he shivered from your look alone. 

“Miss—oh, fuck me!” Satoru threw his head back as you pressed your foot against his bulge. “Miss—miss, please!”

“Hm?” You had an elbow on your knee, foot unmoving. “Oh, I’m just thinking that if you so desperately want me to touch you, I won’t give you that. You’ve been naughty, love.”

“Ngh,” Satoru moaned, grinding onto your foot, seeking any sort of friction. “Ah. Hah. Mistress, please. I want you to—to touch me.”

“I am, aren’t I? You can grind against my foot like the pretty little whore you are. You can even cum if you want. Don’t you think I’m being quite nice and merciful for someone so disobedient?” You pressed down a little harder, careful not to hurt him, and Satoru moaned pitifully, his hips jerking and growing faster. 

“Touch you,” Satoru gasped. “I want to touch you too. Please, mistress? Please?” His hands were twitching on the armchair, clenching into fists and unclenching as if he didn’t know what to do with them. 

“So demanding for someone being punished,” you tsked, tilting your head to the side. “Do you think you can do anything because of your pretty face?”

“…ha, yes? I—oh shit!”

You had grabbed onto his hair again, pulling his face closer to you as you leaned down. His hips got more erratic, the chair squeaking underneath his movements. Tongue sticking out, his swirling eyes looked up at you, grunts and moans slipping from his mouth like a symphony.

“Ah, ah, I’m going to cum,” Satoru whimpered. “Please, can I come? Can I come, mistress?”

“Yes, darling. I don’t go back on my words.” You sneered down at him, a gleam in your eyes. “Go ahead. You can cum.”

“Thank you,” he gasped, rutting against your foot so hard, you had to push back to maintain a semblance of keeping steady. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You watched as his hips grew jerky and slow as he panted, breath fanning your knee. Your hand scratched his head and he closed his eyes, leaning into you and whimpering softly. You stared down at the wet stain in his pants with a smirk and then asked, “Why did you stop?”

“Ngh!Ah! Fuck!” Satoru sobbed out as you rubbed your foot against his cock, sensitive from cumming. “Wait, wait, it’s—it’s sensitive! Miss, miss, please! Wait!”

“I thought you wanted to cum, darling? I thought you were so needy and desperate for me, you were willing to cum while grinding on my ass?” You continued to tease his cock, running your foot up and down, watching it rise again. “You’re going to fuck my foot and cum like the naughty boy you are until I say you can stop. Understand?”

“Gah! Shit! Yes, mistress!”