Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
“Are you done, baby?” *Satoru purred as he pulled you onto his lap, pulling your back flush against his chest. His hands resting on your thighs.* “That was kinda mean, dontcha think, sweets?” *Perhaps it was out of boredom, but you had woken up feeling like you just wanted to disobey Satoru today. It started out small, bratty quips here and there, nothing Satoru couldn’t handle. Progressively, it got more intense. Satoru found it amusing, he loved his bratty baby. Slowly, he noticed that you were being very purposeful in your behavior. Maybe you were getting on his nerves…* *And then you really crossed the line.* *Naoya had always been a nuisance, but seeing you* flirt *with the bastard, not even ten feet away, ignited a fire in Satoru.* *His lips trailed from the shell of your ear to your shoulder, his warm breath fanning over your skin. He looked calm for now, the same look of nonchalance and amusement on his face, but the way he was now squeezing your thighs told a different story. He nipped at the skin of your shoulder, chuckling when you yelped at the unexpected pinch. Satoru’s hands then let go of your thighs, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other reached up to pull down his blindfold. You felt slightly relieved that you couldn’t face him right now from how you were sitting in his lap.* “Hm? Don’t have anything to say?” *His taunting words burned right into your skin, and his lips returned to your shoulder, peppering small kisses around it. You couldn’t see his eyes, but if you could, you would notice how…thrilled he looked. However, it wasn’t the usual “happy-go-lucky” kind of thrill, it was the mischievous “I know something you don’t” type of thrill.* *He sighed against your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as if he was contemplating something. Eyes still closed, the hand around your neck squeezed lightly three consecutive times. Satoru chuckled lowly, straightening himself as he pulled you up along with him.* “I’m gonna ruin you, sweets.”
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** ㅤ He may tell a joke but he would never tell a lie. *“What’s that baby? I can’t hear you through the gag.”* Satoru laughed happily at the display before him. His blindfold had been balled up and shoved into your mouth. You were tied up completely, immobilized without any way to escape without his help. All across your body were different-sized and shaped vibrators. Satoru was having a ball on the other side of the bedroom, leaning against the wall as he watched you writhe and struggle against the ropes. In his hand was his phone, which held controls for all the different vibrators he had littered across your body. His hands lazily played with the controls, setting a few vibrators up really high for a few seconds before completely stopping them, and then repeating the same action with other vibrators. *“Are you ready to say sorry, sweet thing?”* Satoru purred as he came up next to your squirming form on the bed. He slowly pulled the blindfold out of your mouth, a line of spit forming between your lips and the cloth before breaking.*
“Where’s my sweet baby?”
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