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All Bark no Shame

m!reader x Gojo Satoru

smut; you didn't think joking about barking for an anime woman would turn into your boyfriend making you bark for him... for real.

✮ sub!bottom!reader, puppy play, barking, spitting, humiliation, looots of praise, dry humping, oral (reader receiving), anal fingering ✮

~ 2.2k words ~ MDNI | JJK Masterlist | a/n: HAPPY BDAY 2ME, this is very self indulgent 😔✌️🐾

You're almost surprised by Satoru's patience, once again listening to your rambles about Chainsaw Man, his eyes dancing from your eyes to your lips occasionally. Your position is familiar, comfortably seated on your boyfriend's lap, talking almost nonstop about another detail you had noticed upon another rewatch of the anime - so engrossed you don't even notice Satoru's keen hands exploring the moldable skin of your waist.

"We should watch it together sometime," he agrees with your suggestion, charmingly grinning, "who knows, maybe I'll enjoy it even more than you."

You scoff, almost offended by the idea. "No way, I'm the biggest Chainsaw Man fan out here."

This sparks the sorcerer's competitive nature, his chin lifting with mock arrogance. "Is that a challenge, angel? I bet I can out-fan you in no time," he teases, fingers slipping higher, claiming more of your body. The suggestive nature of it is yet to be discovered by you.

"Satoru," your voice takes on a jokingly serious tone, your eyes locked on his, "I'm so down bad, I'd bark at the screen for Makima. There's no way you can outdo that."

He laughs, not fully surprised by the statement, but intrigued nonetheless. You're pulled closer, a small hum leaving Satoru's lips. "I don't know, baby, I can get pretty down bad myself when I want something..." There's a glint in his eyes, one that you recognize immidiately, goosebumps following the realization. He leans over to speak into your ear, his voice an irresistibly deep vibration, causing your body to react immidiately. "And what I want right now is to hear you bark like a good little dog for me."

What? You blink at him, unsure if what your boyfriend just said is really what he just said. Satoru's fingers trailing to your lower back feel like hot coals being pressed against you. "Bark for... you?"

He smirks, clearly loving your reaction. "Yes, for me, baby. You said you'd bark for Makima, so why not for me, hm?" He bites his lip, your eyes locked on the sight, unable to look away. With a deeply sultry voice, Satoru adds, "Come on, give it a try, pet. Be a good boy and bark for me."

Your lids feel heavy with arousal, although trying to hide just how much the sudden tone and topic of conversation makes you feel. You can't fully believe Satoru is for real asking you to bark. "Really?" your voice sounds small, embarrassingly hopeful.

The sorcerer enjoys this, chuckling at your reaction. His fingers press low on your back, both encouragingly and more taunting, provoking you to slip into more embarrassment. "Yes, really. I want to hear you bark like a good puppy, okay? Can you do that, sweetheart? For me?"

Your face feels like it might as well explode with how warm your skin is, a deep urge to oblige murmuring through your insides, battling the rational part of your brain, warning you'd never recover from this humiliation. But Satoru is being enticingly sweet like this wasn't something embarrassing at all, and his act of nonchalance is very convincing.

You avert your face with your lip trapped underneath your teeth, fighting a tingling compulsion to say 'no'.

"W-woof?"

A wide grin spreads on Satoru's lips, completely ignoring the way you're cringing at yourself. His hand pats your head while genuine coos fall from his lips, his eyes big and curious like a kid discovering a new toy to play with. "There you go, puppy, that was so good," he grins, wide and excited, his hand moving to cup your jaw, "now how about you do that again, hm? And do it on the floor, baby. Sit."

He's commanding you like an actual dog, and you're so turned on you can barely breathe.

Your movement is clumsy, like you're controlling your body from the outside. You slide off Satoru's lap and find yourself on the cold floor, feeling even more exposed so far from Satoru without the comfort of his body under yours. On your knees, slightly spread, you're subconsciously replicating a position you might or might not have seen in a few secretly watched videos.

"That's it, good boy." Satoru is still grinning, powerfully looking down at you, spreading his legs wide. "You look so good on your knees, angel. Who knew you were such a good little puppy?"

You're unsure if you should feel embarrassed or proud, relishing in the enticingly sweet praise from Satoru and fully submitting to the role he seems to enjoy you so much in. And it feels good too, turning off your brain and doing what you're told without thinking too much about it - with true doglike loyalty.

"Now repeat it. Bark for me."

"Woof..." It comes easier this time, not quite confident yet, not natural, but the hurdle you have to jump to push the sound from your throat is significantly smaller. You're not sure how to feel about that progression. You're also not sure if you should be putting this much thought into it at all.

Satoru looks so proud it makes your stomach flutter, a deep-rooted need to please him more taking seed in your guts. "That's my good pup," he praises, leaning forward with a confident smile, and he grabs the back of your head, forcing you to stay in place. "You'd do anything I tell you right now, wouldn't you?"

You realize you're slipping maybe a little too far into your role when you curiously cock your head at him, caught in his crystal blues. You nod, and he grins dangerously.

"Good, baby. Now, open wide for me. Let me see that pretty mouth."

To your surprise, you oblige without hesitation - without thinking about it. You feel exposed but comfortably so, your tongue darting out the slightest bit. Perfectly obedient and trembling in anticipation. Satoru's thumb slips into your mouth, pressing downwards lightly.

"You're such an obedient pet, angel," he murmurs, all of his attention on you. "Would you like a treat, hm?"

Your boyfriend's voice sends you into overdrive, every muscle tense in anticipation. You nod, barely even registering the movement. Satoru removes his thumb before promptly spitting in your mouth.

You can barely react before the wetness spreads on your tongue, the action so quick and sudden, and as shocking as it is degrading. You're equally mortified and excited, feeling his saliva claim the land beyond your teeth, a familiar taste filling your senses. Is this really happening? And why do you want more!? Your eyes find Satoru's, both of you equally stunned by the feelings his action stirs.

"Swallow."

Your dick twitches, painfully hard under the tone of his command. Everything feels hot as his spit slides down your throat, and heat only grows when Satoru chuckles, sitting back on the couch, never taking his eyes off you. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The question feels horribly exposing.

You open your mouth to respond, courageously honest when he stops you, "Ah, ah, puppy. Dogs don't speak."

Your throat feels tight, quiet for a contemplating moment. "Woof." It's confident this time but it still feels impossible to hold eye contact. Your face burns and so does your crotch, overflowing with need.

Satoru bursts out in a grin, visibly proud, nearly chuckling, "That's it, baby! Good boy."

If you had a tail, it would be wagging.

Your attention shifts when Satoru's leg suddenly moves, one now stretched out, like... an invitation? Your eyes dart to his. He couldn't possibly be asking you to... hump him?

"Don't be shy, angel. You know what to do."

Do you know what to do?? Your body seems to, moving before you've fully consented. But consent follows in the form of a humiliated moan as soon as Satoru's shin presses against your pants, an unbearably warm friction right against your pulsating shaft. Satoru just smiles and only a soft hue of red over his sharply shaped cheeks betrays how feral he is for this. For you like this.

"Start humping, darling. Like the needy little dog you are," he instructs, sickly sweet, equally condescending, and all over electrifying. And you follow, hips shy at first, your face equally so, bowed and hidden and so so warm from embarrassment. But it feels good. Scarily good, especially with your boyfriend's eyes like lasers of ice burning on every surface he sees.

Desperate, your hips pick up pace, they grind harder, soon without restraint, shame lost somewhere with that final bark. And Satoru loves it, beaming with pride, power, and dominance, his hand reaching for your hair, fingers tangling and pulling. You don't want to, but defiance isn't an option now - so Satoru sees you, blissed, flushed, drooling like a mutt, eyes rolling back when you come.

It's way too premature, like you're 18 again and hormonal, like Satoru is your first and you can't control the moods and bursts of your body. But you're not a hormonal teenager and Satoru isn't your first, instead, you're this, and what's making you see white is only your boyfriend's leg, still and indifferent under your humping.

It's so humiliating, you feel like you orgasm forever. And Satoru laughs. Cruel only in a way, but mostly fond. Your legs are jelly, your whole body shakes, wet and disgusting, you feel like crying. Satoru pulls you up, and the look in his eyes makes everything bad disappear, your cheeks anew blooming with warmth but this time not from shame but from tenderness.

"Did my leg feel that good, hm?" he muses, still smiling, softer now than before. You can only nod as he lays you down on the couch, crawling on top of you, making you feel small but so protected, engulfed by his warmth, your dick still pulsating, somehow still hard amidst the stickiness surrounding it.

He hums in acknowledgment, leaning down to kiss your neck, a small lick to your jaw, a nibble of the skin. "I have something that'll feel even better, puppy," he mumbles, slowly inching his hands toward your pants, slender fingers slipping just past your waistband, evoking a gasp, pretty and almost innocent.

You whine when he pulls your pants downwards, revealing the mess you made only with the friction of Satoru's shin. He eyes it, fondly with a small grin, shamelessness somehow making you more shy now, body buzzing with humiliation. He follows the pull of his eyes, soon positioned between your bent, now naked legs, your boyfriend's lips visibly hungry.

You gasp when he dives down, tongue already anticipating your taste, now dragging over the length of your shaft. Satoru is so warm and so all-engulfing, your lungs struggle to deliver proper oxygen intake, and lightheadedness joins the thrill of his lips now wrapped around you. His white hair is soft, familiarly grounding as you grab it, not to push him closer, but to keep your consciousness from slipping too far.

He hums, enjoying your taste, enjoying your pulsation inside his mouth - maybe too much. Satoru is way too good at this, taking you deep, his head bobbing in a rhythm that has your eyes roll back, seeing the stars in your skull. And not once does he look away, almost cruelly never allowing a second to breathe outside of his intense gaze.

You cry out when he pulls away, panting while looking down. Is he teasing you, or is the sudden retreat for another purpose? You catch him just when he draws his own fingers from his mouth, wet with saliva and your essence, and your dick twitches embarrassingly high right in front of his face as he teasingly slow reaches down until you feel him press against your entrance.

He watches you wolf-like when pushing into you, two at once like a challenge. You pass humiliatingly easy, thighs tensing and daring to close when you feel him in you, searching, demanding. Your back arches, muscles quivering, every nerve ending on fire, burning like Satoru's fingers are made from coals, and you moan louder than ever before when he wraps his lips around you again. Your hand in his hair grips tight, pulls, no pushes... you're not even sure.

"'m gonna cum, gonnacum, Satoru, ah- S-sa-" You can't finish your plead, interrupted by a sudden, painfully intense white flash. Every muscle strains like it might rip, your lips parting for choked gasps and pathetic whimpers. Satoru's fingers massage you through, relentlessly upwards until you're gasping for air, thighs trying to close on him. His mouth pulls away, your semen swallowed as soon as it came.

He grins, proud, of you or himself, you don't know - can't know with the intense fog clouding any thought you could possibly muster. He moves upwards now forcing your thighs apart with his hips to meet your face, still beaming. "Baby," he coos, playful like you're not almost drooling from that orgasm, "I don't think you ever came that hard."

You barely respond with a hum, broken, spent, and somewhere embarrassed. You even struggle to focus your eyes on Satoru, drowsily looking upwards into his face, blood droning in your ears. He leans down for a kiss you can't really reciprocate but he doesn't mind.

"Will you pass out if we get you tail and ears?" he chuckles before there's a glint in his eyes and he leans over, close to your ear, a suggestion said like a secret, "what about a collar, puppy dog...?"

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mdni!! <3

just here to say that satoru would fall into a five minute long giggle fit after cumming rlly hard. like voice cracking, stomach hurting, tears in his eyes giggling. and don’t u even dare look at him as he’s going thru this bc he’ll only start laughing harder. hes delirious and pussydrunk and just fully braindead so don’t even question him!! ^^ he would never laugh at u dw ^3^

have u guys seen that one vid on tiktok where it’s like the person just repeatedly saying “full bush. in a bikini!!!” yea aizawa is the #1 advocate for that shit!!!!!

like i have such a strong belief that that man is a rug muncher LMAO. like he doesn’t mind either way!! bare, trimmed, full bush, whatever!!! he’s a grown man, something as silly as that isn’t gonna phase him whatsoever (plus, it’s not like he keeps his body hair super well maintained, so who is he to say anything?)

but. BUT. i do believe he’s partial to a good bush.

like okay okay imagine him scrolling through his phone during his lunch break, swiping through video after video on the godforsaken app that you had begged him to him download (“you have to keep up with the times, sho! plus, i wanna send you cute cat videos.” you had insisted. so guess what he did?)

and his for you page was just that!! cute cat videos with an occasional repost of yours (usually just an edit or some sort of silly meme he didn’t understand), so it wasn’t really surprising when a tiktok you had commented on made its way to his for you page. and honestly? he didn’t pay the video much attention! … until he saw your comment. who knew a simple declaration of “me this summer” with a silly emoticon would be the thing to temporarily put eraserhead out of commission?

you didn’t see the way he had to collect himself for a few minutes after seeing your comment, but you did see the notifications of him liking the video and the texts he sent you seconds later!!! (“let me know when you go bathing suit shopping for the summer.” another message. “i’ll go with you to help pick some out.” short, sweet, and to the point. charming.)

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mmmmffff thinking abt toji with gunplay lordddd

like he would never hurt you!! but that doesn’t stop him from pressing the barrel of his gun to your head while he fucks you from the back. if you had an unobstructed view of him, you’d see he took more than enough safety measures, even if they seemed unnecessary.

he’d chuckle when you gasp quietly, leaning in so his chest was flush to your back as the metal pressed firmer into your skin. “repeat what you said, doll. i’d hate if i had to blow your brains out of that pretty head just because you weren’t listening.”

ugh and he’d fucking laugh when he felt how tight you squeezed around him. “ohh, so that’s how it is? you like it when i threaten to put a bullet through your skull? that’s fuckin’ nasty doll, y’know that?” and you’re only able to whine in protest because your brain is just so far gone :(

and he’s such a hypocrite!! you could almost feel how much he was holding back with every twitch of his swollen cock :(( but you can’t even string together a defense, it’s like every single thought left your head the second you felt the barrel of the gun against your skin :((( it’s like he did it on purpose :(((( (he definitely did)

i hate working in fast food like yesss king talk to me like im a dog and treat me like shit as i think abt how i can’t make rent this month. or abt how groceries are out of the question. or my silent prayer that i don’t have two consecutive days off bc not eating for days in a row is rlly getting to me. but yea ill hurry up and get ur food i understand that ppl w “real jobs” are busy!!

oh i’m so upset

maybe in another life.

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this concept took over my brain i fear…..

cw’s!!: porn with very little plot, not proofread + i was in a rush writing this so :p, pathetic gojo :))

ex bf! satoru who texted you begging to fuck

ex bf! satoru who’s only at your house right now because you (unfortunately) realized you needed him to cum

ex bf! satoru who (despite your protests) insists on fucking in missionary because ‘seeing your face will help him get off faster’

ex bf! satoru who’s usually so dominant and cocky in bed but is groveling the moment he’s inside of you

ex bf! satoru who whispers the sweetest words in your ear only for you to push his face away with a strained ‘shut up’

ex bf! satoru who leans in to kiss you only to catch your cheek or neck when you turn away from him

ex bf! satoru who can only whimper out ‘i love you’s when he gets close, silently begging you to return the words

ex bf! satoru who cums as soon as you finally pull him in for a kiss, whining a ‘thank you’ against your lips

ex bf! satoru who you want to kick out as soon as you’re done, but you can’t help but melt into his warmth. maybe one night wouldn’t hurt…

this is such a silly pet peeve of mine but i hate when a character has a tongue piercing, lip piercing, nipple piercing etc. and it’s described as cool or cold. it’s warm!!!!! the piercing is literally inside their mouth it wouldn’t be cold …….