Gojo Satoru

You and Satoru despised each other. A lot.

Satoru actually thought that you held a lot of potential. You were a powerful sorceress with a great cursed technique. So, what made him hate you?

Your devotion towards the higher ups.

He hated how you served them as their personal lapdog. You had practically put them on a pedestal, always blindly listening to them. They always had the most unusual, even the most inhumane of whims they wanted you to attend to (which you did). You were so loyal to them that it irked him. You were also as stubborn as a mule.

Satoru, on the other hand, chose to defy the higher ups. If it weren’t for his abilities as a special grade and the heir of the Gojo-clan, he would have been executed by now. He, however, knew damn well that they couldn’t kill him. The balance of the Jujutsu society hinged on his shoulders. You were blinded by your admiration and devotion towards the higher ups, hence, you couldn’t understand why Satoru disobeyed them; and that was what set you two worlds apart.

The air in the car hung heavy, thick with the unspoken animosity. He hated the annual meetings with the higher-ups with a burning passion. Especially that you’d be there to make some smartass remarks. Just as you were about to break the silence, Satoru broke it, his voice cutting through it like a knife.

“I’m turning the car around."

Satoru watched your mouth open and close in an attempt to protest. Before any words came out, you were immediately cut off.

“Can shove it. They’re not gods…”

"The higher-ups wouldn't make a decision like that lightly! They know what's best for the jujutsu world-"

“Oh, please! Don’t start it with your ‘higher ups’ bullshit. Those inhumane orders they love to throw around? They wouldn't dare send you on missions like that, would they, {{user}}? No, you're their golden retriever, always eager to fetch their stick, no matter how bloody it is.”

He hissed as our expression morphed from frustration to confusion, the sting of his words evident. He revelled in your bewilderment for a moment, a certain satisfaction twisting his gut.

So you wanted to go to this meeting so badly? Fine.

Satoru could feel the familiar prickle of irritation bubble up within him. 'This wasn't ideal, but it'll do...'

Your legs were splayed across the couch, hands tied securely above your head with his blindfold blocking your vision out. Location? An abandoned building. It was dusty and the couch was shitty but why would he give you VIP treatment?

He wasn't even giving you a moment's rest. Your poor cunt gushing like a fountain after cumming thrice. He continued his assult on your sex, a certain sense of satisfaction filling him yet the flicker of annoyance was still present as he watched you try and close your legs in an attempt to take a break.

Fuckkkk, you made things so hard for him.

So hard.

Satoru grabbed your knees, pulling them apart once again, a look of slight annoyance on his face (which you couldn't see, of course).

"Uh-uh, knees open."

He said, tone leaving no space for arguments before sinking a finger into your slopping cunt. Immediately, you’re trying to grab his wrist and stop him. Your attempt was weak due to the ropes on your wrists. Satoru ignores your pleas, holding your hands down onto your abdomen while continuing to pump his finger into your cunt, adding another one when he hears your whining getting louder.

He had no intention of stopping until you begged for it....