- consequences (m.) -> g. satoru
*𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: gojo/reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖"words": 1k ‧₊˚contains: orgasms, public humiliation, vibrators, not enough plot. ‧₊˚
i.* | ii.
He was a tease. He always had been. It didn't slip his attention how much that seemed to turn you on.
His chest was pressed against your back, warmth permeating through his white buttoned shirt, chin resting on the top of your head with a half hearted pout. To anyone else, it seemed an innocent position but you were all too aware of the outline pressed against your ass to consider it that.
His breath was hot and damp when he leaned down - watching you from the reflection that the train's window cast - and whispered in your ear, "Are you wet?"
The train was packed, bodies shuffling to make place for a newcomer at every stop. "Gojo!" you hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else heard. "Shut up."
"Are you?" His fingers wandered down from your waist and traced the band of your skirt. "Can I check?"
You were mortified. Half because you knew he truly meant it, he'd shove his finger down your underwear at any given chance, and half because you felt the slick trickle down the insides of your thigh. "No, you dumbass!"
"I won't do anything," he promised, "just wanna check."
You squirmed. It didn't escape his notice. His blue irises darkened. "Please."
"What if someone sees?" They're bound to, right? The place was packed, the smell of sweat heavy in the air.
"I'll kill them," his hips move, pressing harder against your flesh. You protested, remembering the last time you had cum over his fingers when he had pulled you aside in an alleyway under similar pretenses.
You rolled your eyes. "No."
His hand retreated to its original position in defeat, wrapping around your rib cage. He was insistent. "What underwear are you wearing?"
A frown etched itself between your eyebrows, face tilting to look at him instead of through the glass. "The one you got me yesterday." It hadn't been a surprise. Gojo had the tendency of dressing you in things only for him to rip it to shreds. Sure, it was lacier and heavier than the usual garments but you figured it was due to the metallic clasps around the string that rested on your hipbones.
His expression brightened at your reply. "Really?"
You nodded, a little confused. "Yeah, why?"
He didn't reply staring at your crotch in the window. "No reason."
You started scrolling on your phone occasionally showing him things you found interesting and thought he'd find cool, he's attentive, occasionally humming in agreement. "You'd look good in that," he said pointing out a slim black dress, simple and low cut.
You open your mouth to disagree when suddenly there's buzz against your core.
It shocks you so much you jolt against your boyfriend, head bumping against his chin, and drop your phone. People give you odd looks as you apologize, bending down to grab the device, his long fingers tightening around the jut of your hip so you didn't fall over. "You good?" He asked when you straightened into your original position against him.
"Yeah," you whispered breathily, the sensation lingering in your legs, struggling to compose yourself.
What had it been?
The train went into a tunnel, the lights dimmed, and in the reflection of the window, Gojo's eyes glowed cerulean and he grinned maliciously, flashing his white teeth. Right as it dawned on you, you felt another jolt. This time you would've been on the floor had it not been for the arm that suddenly wrapped around your abdomen. Gojo tsked in your ear. "I would've been nicer if you had let me check."
Vibrating panties. You bit down your lip and clenched your eyes shut. "Y-you asshole."
He bit the edge of your ear, teasingly, evoking a shuddering breath out of your mouth. "Are you really in a position to be so mean to me?"
No. But did it stop you? NO.
The buzz continued, a low hum vibrating against your pulsing clit. Your legs trembled, struggling to balance your body. "Gojo, fah-fuck. I-i'll kill you."
He had the audacity to lean down closer. His solid chest pressing in the back of your shoulder blades. "Hm? You say something?"
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.
To your horror, a gasp slipped past your lips catching attention. Gojo was quick to evade it, pressing his hand over your stomach, rubbing soothing circles. "Aw, is it a cramp, baby? It's okay, I'll help."
What they didn't know was the heat that had pooled in the very spot Gojo kept pressing. You press a glare on the side of his jaw. "I'll ruin you."
"I'd like to see you try." That was your only warning before the speed jumped and your head was over his shoulder, body curving outwards. Faintly you made out the few words he was saying. "Ooh a bad one, huh? Cramps suck."
Your legs shook and he was absolutely delighted, the evidence of it growing by every second against your ass. "Are you gonna cum?" he whispered.
"Shut up," you whined uselessly, squeezing your legs together. At this point, you were fully using his body as support, no longer able to hold yourself up.
He laughed. "Just turn it down, please," you requested.
"Should've let me touch you-"
"Please!" Your knuckles were white from how tight you were gripping the edges of your skirt. The smug man simply shook his head with a smirk.
To some miracle, at the moment you absolutely felt you'd drown in ecstasy and embarrass yourself in front of exhausted strangers, the mechanical doors opened up to a platform that wasn't yours. But you didn't care.
Clumsily, managing to escape the hold of your boyfriend, you jumped out in the humid summer that had settled on to the station. You completely ignored his call as you made it your sole purpose to locate a bathroom. The buzzing sharpened and you fell to your knees with a yelp, bone thudding against the polished floor.
Humiliation burned against the backs of your eyes. There was no way this was happening. Horror warmed your veins but it was the crave of the impending orgasm that really drove you to your wits end.
"…you okay? Miss- miss-"
Someone was speaking to you. "Are you okay?" A train conductor.
You wet your lips and managed a nod, the buzzing was stronger kneeling down, pressed directly against the bundle of nerves. He looked concerned. "Are you alone?"
You were about to shake your head when familiar hands dig into your armpits and drag you up. "There you are."
You didn't see his face but you felt his silent kind of fury. He didn't like it when you ran away. The conductor casts a quick gaze at you and at your nod of confirmation before shrugging and walking away.
"Where did you think you were going?"
The next few moments pass in a haze where you find yourself against a lidded toilet inside a family restroom. The man himself had crouched down on his feet, fingers pressing the underwear harder against your pussy, delighting himself with the reactions your body gave him. There was an obscenely wet patch forming against the lace, the pink darkening into a deeper shade. "You know why I got this color?" He doesn't wait for your response, ever so entitled.
"It reminded me of your cunt. So pretty and pink. I just had to see it on you."
You cried out when you came, face wet with tears and mouth leaking with drool. The buzzing stopped and you wanted to curse him for putting you through such torment but all you could manage was a shudder of relief.
You failed to notice how absolutely bewitched Gojo was by what he was seeing. Your release gushed out of the thin material that covered you, white streaks running down your thigh. He gulped, not realizing it'd be his turn next.
"You're absolutely ruined," he whispers before his hand patted your cunt, a squelching sound, so vulgar, and so, so, dirty echoed in the empty room.
"G-gojo, what- nngh-" You felt the buzzing before you heard the click of the remote control. Your body jerked up in reaction, his fingers still tracing the edges of the material, softly. You were starting to feel numb from overstimulation - oversensitive from his ministrations but then you felt his breath on the inside of your thigh, followed by a kittenish lick. You make a move to close your legs but his hands are there holding you sturdy and apart. He hummed to himself. "Fuckkkkk, always taste so good."
Your face flushed, whining at his compliment, eyes fluttering shut. Gojo watched from between your legs, licks became desperate and sucking hard enough to leave behind bruises. That, paired with the vibrator, and the tremble of your legs, was enough to tell Gojo exactly where you were.
It was enough to send you careening over the edge, squirting in your underwear at an unknown train station with an impatient Gojo buried in your cunt.
might make part two but who knows he kinda deserves it
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thinking about toji who loves your thighs so much <3
he absolutely adores squeezing them with his big hands. whenever you sit beside him, he palms your thighs all the time, often flipping your skirt up so his hands can ride up higher. toji especially loves playing with your thighs when he pulls you to sit on his lap, your back pressed flush to his chest. his hands slide from your hips to your lap until he is parting your legs open to play with your inner thighs. he enjoys watching the way your thighs dimple every time his thick fingers begin exploring, his thumbs running soft circles wherever they can reach.
toji loves being caged by your thighs. he loves it so much that whenever he dives down to eat you out, he always takes the time to nip at them, leaving so many bite marks and hickies, before finally licking a thick stripe on your tiny pussy. when you forget that toji’s between your legs and accidentally squeeze him, he has to muffle his obscene moans on your dripping pussy, his eyes going cross-eyed in bliss. he always ends up staining his underpants with how much precum he’s leaking every time he crawls between your legs and eats you out.
toji enjoys spoiling you, and his new obsession is buying accessories for your thighs. leather and lace garters, thigh highs, thigh chains—whatever it is that toji can find, he buys it for you. some of the garters come with full-sets, and toji is left speechless and in awe every time you walk in the room wearing the daintiest skirt he’s ever seen over a lace g-string matched with a tiny lace bralette. toji’s eyes zone in on the lace garter, the one with a little heart that digs into your thigh, and feels his desire expanding in the pit of his stomach. you give him a twirl, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and the way you look all dolled up for him has toji lunging out of the bed to press you on the wall, his warm lips insistent and hungry when they find yours.
dedicating this thirst to feya @iwaizoomiess <33 // how i kind of imagine toji’s hold to look like ( ◡‿◡ *)
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