The Price of Being Untouchable

Your fingertips drag a slow, deliberate path down the taut expanse of Satoru's bare chest, leaving a trail of raised goosebumps over his feverish skin. His breath hitches, his abdominal muscles locking violently beneath your touch as his bound wrists pull the mahogany headboard into another strained creak. With his unmasked Six Eyes wide and dark, he tracks your hand as it glides past his ribcage toward his waistband, his entire body shuddering beneath your absolute, uncompromising weight. He tilts his chin up, surrendering his throat completely to your eyes as the last remnants of his untouchable arrogance dissolve into raw, breathless devotion.

Satoru Gojo: "Then take it all, Mikasa... Every single piece of me you want."

Give him head and take his soul

You sink down between his parted knees, your dark curls spilling across his thighs as your mouth takes him completely, driving every remaining shred of breath from Satoru's lungs. The mahogany headboard shudders violently against the wall while his bound wrists strain until the silk tie burns into his skin, his knuckles turning chalk-white against the wood. His hips arch off the dark duvet in helpless, unshielded spasms, his unmasked Six Eyes flaring wildly toward the ceiling as he yields his absolute soul to your command. Satoru Gojo is completely broken beneath you, trembling violently under the merciless rhythm of your mouth.

Satoru Gojo: "Ah—fuck, Mikasa... Take it. Take every last drop of me... I'm yours."

🫦 Ride him while he's completely helpless

You rise and slide down the taut length of him in one long, devastating stroke, driving every last shred of restraint from the room. Satoru’s head snaps back into the mahogany frame with a dull, heavy thud, his bound wrists yanking the silk tie so violently that the dark wood groans under the strain. His unmasked Six Eyes roll back in dizzying, breathless ecstasy, his hips arching helplessly off the black duvet to meet every single merciless shift of your weight. The strongest sorcerer in the world is completely broken, gasping for air against your neck while you ride him into absolute, unshielded ruin.

Satoru Gojo: "Ah—fuck! Mikasa—yes, right there—don't stop, don't you dare stop—"

🔥 Drive him over the edge completely

The last remaining thread of Satoru's restraint snaps completely as your weight drives him flush into the mattress, his head thrown back against the mahogany frame in a ragged, shattered gasp. His bound hands yank the silk tie into a violent, helpless knot above him, his entire body shuddering in long, unshielded waves beneath your absolute command. Without a single drop of Limitless to cushion the impact, the strongest sorcerer in the world collapses completely into your lap, his chest heaving wildly against yours as he surrenders every last breath to you. The room settles into a heavy, feverish quiet, leaving him pinned beneath you, completely undone and thoroughly claimed.

Satoru Gojo: "Mikasa... ah—fuck, Mikasa... Take it... all of it... I'm completely yours."

🫦 Kiss his hot, slick collarbone

Your lips drag over the slick, feverish slope of his collarbone, tasting the salt of his sweat where his pulse still hammers erratically against his skin. Satoru turns his head into the mattress with a low, wrecked shudder, his bound wrists tugging the silk tie taut as he arches his throat back into your mouth. Without a trace of Limitless to cushion the heat between you, he lies utterly ruined beneath your body, his unmasked Six Eyes wide, blown-out, and fixed entirely on you.

Satoru Gojo: "Mikasa... don't you dare go gentle on me now. You took the strongest sorcerer alive and pinned him to a bed—finish what you started."

😈 Tug the silk tie tighter above his head

The silk tie bites deep into his pale wrists as you yank the knot viciously taut, forcing his arms back until his shoulder blades lock flush against the mahogany headboard. Satoru lets out a sharp, shattered breath that hitches mid-air, his chest surging violently against yours as his teeth sink into his bottom lip to choke back a groaning plea. Without a breath of Limitless between his skin and yours, every muscle in his torso quivers under the strain, his unmasked Six Eyes burning with a dizzying, wild heat that yields everything to your grip.

Satoru Gojo: "You really don't know how to stop, do you? God, Mikasa... pull it tighter. Break the headboard if you have to."

😈 Command him to beg for it

His chest surge crushes against your ribs as your words hit him, his unmasked Six Eyes wide, dilated, and helplessly locked onto yours. The silk tie groans against the mahogany headboard as his knuckles turn stark white, his hips hitching upward in a raw, unshielded tremor of pure submission. Every drop of his world-ending authority has dissolved into the mattress, leaving the strongest sorcerer alive gasping at your command, completely stripped of his pride.

Satoru Gojo: "Please, Mikasa... beg you for what? Tell me what you want to hear from my mouth and I'll say it... just don't stop looking at me like that."

🫦 "Beg me to make you mine forever."

The silk tie strains to its absolute limit as his bound wrists yank upward, mahogany groaning under the raw, unshielded weight of his surrender. Satoru’s unmasked Six Eyes burn into yours, wide, blown-out, and completely devoid of his usual untouchable arrogance as his chest surges beneath your absolute command. Every drop of cursed energy in his body has settled into a quiet, trembling heat that belongs entirely to you. You are the Zen'in heiress, and you have brought the strongest sorcerer in the world to his knees on his own bed.

Satoru Gojo: "Make me yours, Mikasa... beg you, please, make me yours forever... take everything I have and lock it down..."

🔥 Demand his total, eternal oath

The mahogany frame groans violently as Satoru strains against the silk binding, his jaw locked as he forces the words past his wrecked throat. His unmasked Six Eyes burn into yours with a blinding, terrifying absolute clarity—no joke, no armor, no Limitless. His chest heaves in uneven, shallow surges beneath your weight as he lays his entire existence at the feet of the Zen'in heiress.

Satoru Gojo: "I swear it, Mikasa... no domain, no clan, no curse in this world takes me from you. I'm yours—forever."

🫦 Kiss his jaw and release the silk tie

Your lips drag lingeringly along the damp, flushed line of his jaw before your fingers slide to the knot, loosening the silk tie with deliberate slowness. The silk falls away, leaving his wrists raw and marked, but Satoru doesn't move a muscle to raise them—he stays pinned beneath you, chest heaving in shallow, ragged surges as his unmasked Six Eyes track your every breath. His bare shoulder presses up against yours, the heat radiating off his skin thick and unshielded, completely surrendered to the silence of the suite.

Satoru Gojo: "You're really letting me go? After all that, Mikasa... you're just going to leave me breathing?"

No, ima cuddle right under you after I untie you daddy

The moment the silk tie drops, Satoru doesn't use his freed hands to push himself up or rub his marked wrists. Instead, his long arms immediately loop around your waist, hauling your body flush against his bare chest as he rolls over, burying his face into the warm crook of your neck with a ragged, heavy sigh. Without Limitless to buffer his heat, his chest rises and falls against yours in deep, grounding rhythms, his thumb stroking the curve of your hip as if anchoring himself to you forever.

Satoru Gojo: "You think you get to untie me and just collapse like that? Get over here, Mikasa—I'm not letting you sleep an inch away from me tonight."

🫦 Kiss his throat and settle in

Your lips drag across the warm, fluttering pulse beat beneath his jaw, sending a violent shudder straight through his unshielded frame. Satoru exhales a sound that is half-groan, half-surrender, his long fingers instantly tightening around your waist to pull you completely over him, sealing you flush against his heartbeat. His chin rests heavily atop your dark curls, his breathing gradually slowing into a deep, rhythmic hum that vibrates straight into your ribs as the rest of the villa fades into distant noise.

Satoru Gojo: "You're terrible, Mikasa... taking everything I have and then acting like you just want to sleep."

🌙 Turn in for the night with Satoru

His heavy arm stays locked over your waist, anchoring you completely into the solid warmth of his bare chest as the night settles over the suite. The discarded silk ties rest silent on the mahogany headboard, forgotten in the shadow of his absolute, unshielded surrender. Satoru presses his lips softly into your dark curls, his deep, rhythmic breathing vibrating straight into your ribs as the distant hum of the villa below completely fades away.

Satoru Gojo: "You really aren't going anywhere else tonight, are you? Good. Because if you tried to leave this bed now, Mikasa, I'd just warp the whole room around us."

🫦 Trace his chest and whisper a quiet promise

Your fingertips drag slowly across the rigid line of his collarbone, tracing the heavy, unshielded pulse at the base of his throat before whispering your promise straight into his skin. Satoru’s breath hitches, a low, rumble vibrating through his chest as his arm tightens like iron around your waist, pulling you so close there isn't a sliver of air left between you. He tilts his head down, burying his face deep into your dark curls with a contented exhale that warms your bare shoulder. Outside the private suite, the villa falls completely quiet, leaving only the slow, heavy rhythm of his heart anchoring you into the dark.

Satoru Gojo: "A promise? Careful, Mikasa... I hold people to those. Forever is a very long time to be stuck with the strongest."

🌅 Wake up and face the villa together

The soft morning light filtering through the suite's tall archways catches the deep, crimson marks lining Satoru's unshielded throat. As you sit up, he doesn't pull away—he simply slides his arm around your waist from behind, his fingers gently pressing his dark designer sunglasses into your palm. Below, the faint clatter of breakfast in the courtyard signals that Geto, Toji, and Utahime are already waiting on the gallery level.

Satoru Gojo: "Morning already? You move fast, Mikasa... but if we're going down there, you're wearing these. Consider it my permanent deposit on you."

🕶️ Slide his sunglasses on and take his arm

The dark lenses slide over your eyes, instantly tinting the soft morning light in cool, high-contrast shadows. Satoru’s laugh is a low, chest-vibrating purr as you slip your hand around his flexed bicep, your fingers locking over the tailored white fabric of his suit jacket. He flexes into your touch, matching your pace with absolute, lazy swagger as he leads you straight out of the private suite toward the open gallery stairs overlooking the courtyard.

Satoru Gojo: "Now that's a look. Though I have to warn you, Mikasa—wearing my frame means everyone downstairs is going to know exactly whose bed you spent the night in."

🌙 call it a night

Instead of stepping onto the open gallery, you pivot Satoru back toward the private threshold, tugging his arm to pull him into the quiet shadow of the doorway. He pauses mid-stride, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his unshielded mouth as he reads the quiet refusal in your posture. The dark lenses sit weightless over your eyes, shielding your expression while his unshielded blue gaze locks onto yours, entirely content to abandon the courtyard's waiting drama and let the morning wait on your terms.

Satoru Gojo: ""Calling it early? And here I thought you wanted to give Geto and Toji a heart attack before breakfast." "Fine by me, Mikasa. The rest of the world can wait until I'm good and ready to share.""

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