when you saw him again in a university building across the world, no words could really explain the shock. he was still the same — dumb glasses, dumb face, and somehow stupidly hot. what the hell happened to him?
back then, “i like you!” used to be something you’d hear at least three times a week, blurted out by none other than your childhood best friend, gojo satoru. you never really took it seriously, always thinking he’d grow out of it eventually. but even when you moved away and lost contact, the last thing he said to you stuck. it wasn’t just another “i like you” anymore. it was an “i love you!” with snot and tears dripping down his face.
and now, many years later, things weren’t all that different. the words leaving his lips sounded almost the same — only this time it was breathless, broken sounds, spilling out in between moans.
“haah—i love you—fuck, feels so good—gonna lose my mind.” he has you splayed beneath him on his bed, legs pushed to your chest as he’s frantically rutting into you, letting out loud groans every time you clench around him. he was ridiculously huge, fat cock mercilessly slamming into you, thick and raw. “mmh—so deep—you’re so deep, ‘toru—fuck—!” every cervix battering thrust had you screaming his name, nails digging into his back as tears streamed down your face.
“f—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—hahh—“ he leaned in close, panting against your lips as your tongues danced in a sloppy kiss. sometimes, he missed the target, kissing your cheek and jaw instead. the sight of him pounding into you — cheeks glowing pink with a needy expression — had you drooling, walls fluttering around his length. and your dazed, fucked out expression always did something to him, making his cock throb when you were wrapped around him. “hnnngh—wait—don’t look at me like that—i’ll cum..”
gojo was messy, obscenely so, keeping his glasses on despite it slipping down the bridge of his nose just to watch himself pump in and out of your sopping cunt. he observed every detail, watching your cream form a ring around the base of his cock that was glistening with your slick, bearing the annoyance of pushing his glasses up every few seconds.
“so pretty, baby—so fucking pretty.. want to be inside you forever—feels so unreal—shit—“ the longer he was inside you, the more erratic and desperate he got, losing control of himself as he threw his head back from the surreal pleasure, babbling nonsense. “nnnhh—right there, ‘toru! oh my god—gonna cum, gonna cum—!” you cried, your moans drowning out the loud plapping noises of wet skin on skin. your legs trembled as you completely soaked the sheets, arousal dripping down your thighs. he was still pounding into you, plunging so deep that it had you seeing stars, ears ringing from the orgasm.
“fuuuckk! aah, shit—love you—love you s’much, ‘toru—love you, love you—“ your eyes rolled back, words tumbling out uncontrollably as gojo fucked you through your release, thick ropes of cum spurting inside you the moment he heard the words “i love you” spill past your lips. “nngh, shit—fuck—you mean it? you love me?” he asked eagerly, breath hitching as he rode out his high. his grip on your hips got tighter, dragging you back down onto him so he could fuck his cum deeper inside you, keeping himself there.
he soon collapsed onto you, whimpering as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, cock still twitching inside your warm pussy. “you’re heavy, ‘toru..” you said breathlessly, tapping his back as you came down from your climax. “mmm, sorry.. just a little longer, please?” he mumbled into your shoulders.
and when he finally pulled back, he looked at you with glassy eyes and the dumbest grin you’ve ever seen. “so uh.. you said you love me. does this mean you’ll finally be my girlfriend? we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?”
"friction is key—" he explains, physics textbooks sprawled across his bed. you're sat across from him, narrowing your eyes on the passage he's pointing to. you try to ignore the way his gaze is locked onto your cleavage—he's been so distracted, especially since that day in the library.
"when friction occurs heat is generated..." he states like it's the most obvious thing in the world, but quickly, his throat goes dry, gulping before continuing: "so when engineers are designing things that need to manage heat, like, um, like car brakes…”
now he really can't stop staring, lost in his own thoughts, snatching his hand back and places it into his lap—a pathetic attempt at hiding his erection. this makes you grin, abruptly closing the textbook and pushing it to the side.
"hey what are you—" he begins although his protest doesn't get far because you're quick to cut him off.
"don't pretend to be so innocent, satoru, your boner is visible from space.” at your tone he unexpectedly lets out a little whine, beneath getting heavier and heavier as he watches you crawl into his lap. just as you expected, his hard cock is sitting right beneath your cunt, basically begging for some kind of attention.
"what was it that you were saying, about friction?" you ask while looking into his piercing blue eyes. his adam's apple bops as he gulps deeply, trying to collect this thoughts.
"when heat is um generated energy is lost so, um-ngh," he's unable to finish his sentence, your hips rolling so delectably over his dick. he leans his back against the wall, hands haphazardly gripping your waist, pushing you down against him, ironically, chasing more friction between the two of you.
"yeah, finish that thought, baby." you shouldn't have called him that, because now he's staring up at you like a lost puppy, blushing at the fact that 1) your intimate areas are only a few flimspy pieces of fabric apart and 2) a wet patch is growing on his crotch, precum leaking everywhere.
"so-ugh-" he pants, "-you have to take-fuck- the friction into consideration-oh my fucking god don't stop, don't stop!" he cries out, turning into a babbling mess. "i'm gonna cum—oh god—you feel amazing, ngh"
his pitchy, desperate words ring through your ears, motivating you to rut against him more feverishly, getting him to his orgasm faster.
his arms wrap around you, pushing his face in between your breath as he groans shamelessly. you can tell by the way he yelps that he's finished, getting overstimulated so quickly. he hides his face, taking in the warm of your breasts, too scared to do anything to them over than feel them against his cheek.
"that makes sense, thank you for explaining it." you laugh coquettishly, "do you think you could tutor me for my biology test too?"
dazed, satoru nods. you wiggle your hips, making him tense up. you lean forward, whispering into his ear: "perfect, because it's all about anatomy."
his breath stutters, words getting caught in his throat as your hand brushes against this thigh. the library is empty—it's late, classes haven't gotten too serious and yet there the two of you were, shoulder-to-shoulder, hands wandering to places they shouldn't (especially yours).
"you okay, satoru?" there's something about how the rhythmic syllables of his name roll off your tongue that drives him crazy--maybe it's the fact your hand is inching ever so close to his growing bulge that's distracting him—yeah that has to be it.
"what-what are you doing?!" his yelps in a hushed tone. you only peer up at him through your eyelashes, a smirk stretching against your lips.
"shh, keep your voice down—do you want someone to catch us?" immediately his mouth shuts, hands clenching into fists against the desks. you giggle lowly, "you seemed stressed, don't you want some help relaxing."
"h-here?" he questions but you only nod, feeling up his hard dick, palming his tip slowly. his cheeks flushing a bright pink, dusting even the tips of his ears. he lets out a airy grunt, head tilting back—forgetting the about the public setting entirely.
"just keep quiet and we'll be fine, kay?" he nods quickly, biting his lower lip beforer pushing his glasses back up his nose.
steadily, you reach for the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down, carefully including his boxers in the act. your swift motion works well enough to pop his cock out, exposing it to the cold air.
"oh god," he lets out but you quickly scold him, reminding him the importance of staying silent. yet, the concept of that is almost instantly throw out the window when you pump your wrist up and down his length.
you can feel the heavy weight of his cock in your hand, the way it throbs with only a few strokes. his abs tightened, pretty pink tip weeping for some kind of release—you knew satoru was inexperienced but you didn't think he'd finish this quickly.
"fuuuuck," he whimpered, brining his fist to his mouth, biting down hard. his hips jutted up, chasing your movements, eyes squeezing shut, glasses fogged up. he can't help it--your hand feels like heaven and as much as he doesn't want to ruin his shirt, his cum squirts upwards, painting his lower torso.
with heavy pants, he realizes what he's done—his whole face turning a dark red. you're still holding his dick, feeling how it softens, twitching in sensitivity.
"you're so cute," you tease him, adding to his embarrassment. "so messy too—" tucking himself back into his pants, he slumps forward on the desk. he was just so adorable getting ruined...it made you wonder what else little nerd satoru had yet to experience.
“F-fuck—slow downnnah,” he whimpers, breathy moans escaping his throat as you repeatedly slam down onto his thick cock, a mix of your cum and his nastily squelching and echoing off your bedroom walls.
Your poor expensive bathing suit bottoms now ruined, pushed to the side, too hasty and needy to ride the cute pool boy you hired. Your bathing suit top discarded on the floor along with his swim shorts. Your pussy grips him like a vice, sucking him in, milking him for his life, aiming to make him cum for a third time now. “God, your cock feels so good! I just can’t stop!” You smile down at him, sliding your hands up your waist and to your heavy tits, groping them in your hands. “Come on,” you pout, “just one more?”
His eyes are glazed over, slowly blinking up at you through white lashes, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. “Nnngh! You’re milking me dry! How—how are you—ah!” He lets out a high pitched moan, voice cracking when you slam your ass down on him, his tip bumping against your cervix. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He swallows thickly, mouth dry.
“Can’t you keep up?” You say in a mocking tone, cocking your head to the side, licking your lips. Slowly, you grind your hips back and forth, clenching around his throbbing cock. “Mmmph!” You bite down on your lower lip, dragging your nails down his chest to watch him squirm underneath you. “Don’t be embarrassed if you can’t,” you giggle, craning your neck downward to press soft kisses against his neck. “I’ll just teach you,” you whisper in his ear.
A blissful sigh falls past his lips, breath shuddering under your every touch and word. His eyes roll back as you slowly lift your hips and sink back down on his cock again, just perfectly edging him so he can’t cum too quick. It’s absolute torture what you’re doing to him right now, but it feels so good. He was supposed to come here, clean your pool and head to his next job, but seeing you in that bikini made his mind wander places they shouldn’t have. Now, you’re using his cock like a personal dildo.
“I’m—I’m gonna—ah—be late!” He croaks, brows furrowing in pleasure when you lick a stripe from his neck up to his ear.
“Just say you were stuck in traffic, yeah?” You lightly bite on his ear, sinking back down on his throbbing length and grinding your hips in small circles. “It’s just…I really, really—ah—can’t stop…fucking you.” Your sultry voice sent shivers down his spine, his entire body felt like it was on fire and ready to explode. You were a complete vixen. “Please,” you beg, pressing a complementary kiss to his lips.
How could he say no? How could he say no when you were fucking him this good? When your pussy felt like it was molded perfectly for his cock. The way you were fucking him stupid, making him cum over and over without stopping. And when you smile down at him so prettily, that controlling, hungry look in your eyes. The way your tits bounced in his face, so tempted to suck and lick at your nipples. He knew he couldn’t say no.
“Okay, okay,” he breathily said, nodding his head. “Just keep using me like I’m your toy, mommy.” He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his hands inching their way up your waist, a bruising grip on your skin.
“Awe,” you giggle at the name, “how cute.” His cheeks burn pink as he realizes what he said, but knows that all of his shame went out the window as soon as he laid eyes upon you. “Don’t worry, mommy will keep using you however she wants.”
when satoru tells you you’re his first, he’s already balls deep inside you.
he hasn’t even moved yet, cock still settling into the foreign warmth of your walls. but he’s in deep. the swollen, blunt head kissing your cervix like he’s determined to mold your pussy to the shape of his cock. and the admission is so sudden, so unexpected that you almost don’t believe it—because he still has the cocky grin of a man who’s never been told ‘no’ before.
“hahh,” you gasp when he moves, as if just to test, “you’re serious?”
and he has his eyes sealed shut, almost as if in pain as you clench around his hardened length, “dead serious,” he breathes, a little blush creeping on his ears, “don’t get used to it.”
then he moves, slow and teasing, testing. hips pistoning forward with a gradual rhythm, and he goes all the way in each time, every push of his cock into your cervix feels like a maddening attempt at trying to rearrange your guts, “f-fuck—so tight, baby, feels so good. ”
you’re halfway into forming a coherent thought when he dips into your breasts, mouthing sloppily at the nipples like he’s not even trying to indulge in the motion of his cock fucking you dumb right now, like it’s all so effortless for him.
your responses only come in the form of sharp inhales and messy attempts at moaning his name, each time voice breaking into something unintelligible. he totally just lied to you. there’s no way this dick is inexperienced.
he’s much of a mess himself, not loud with talking but with groaning and whimpering, “nngh—baby, you’re squeezin’ the life out of me—hah,” a searing heat follows every time and goes straight to your core, molten ache of pleasure closer and closer to erupting as satoru picks up the speed.
but then he comes before you, a painful sharp inhale, followed by several deep breaths, his whole body shuddering with explosive pleasure. when he finally pulls out, you see the swell of hot tears collecting on his eyelashes.
“uhm, toru?” you hum, “are you—”
satoru plops his head on your stomach, snow strands hiding his face perfectly. he’s still breathing hard, catching his breath, and you swear the whimpers that escape him are not entirely from pleasure.
“you cryin?” you ask, tugging at his hair lightly. he doesn’t really do much to respond. just buries his face deeper.
a few seconds is enough time for him to relax, and he’s only lifting his head up to look at you now, chin still resting on your bellybutton, “fuck, didn’t think you’d feel so good.”
“you really are a virgin,” you tease, and he takes it personally.
in seconds he’s back up, throwing your legs over his shoulder with little effort, “wan’ more baby, wanna taste you now, wanna make you cum.”
and satoru gojo loves to prove how good he is at everything.
frat!gojo, who had a reputation that always clung to him like smoke—loud parties, chaos, and endless amounts of cheap alcohol with men and women practically throwing themselves at him, but none of his one night stands ever stuck around. no one ever really stayed.
frat!gojo, who was always perpetually bored of people, no one could ever really keep up with him, that was until you.
frat!gojo, who’s almost instantly enamoured by you, following you around like a lost puppy everywhere, just so you can give him even the slightest bit of attention.
frat!gojo, who almost whimpers when you roll your eyes at him, walking away as if he was never there, and he just knows he has to have you.
frat!gojo, who has your schedule memorised to the T (he found it while stalking your socials), waiting outside your classes every single day, with his tuft of white hair sticking out in the crowd, while following you around immediately while carrying your fat stack and books and your bag while you walk around campus.
frat!gojo, who’s always bored out of his mind when you aren’t in class with him—always pestering poor nanami because you aren’t around to slap some sense into him and tell him to focus.
frat!gojo, who’s almost afraid of how smart you are, his cock straining nearly painfully against his pants when you ramble on about the kreb’s cycle and whatnot, and all he can think about is what it’d be like to be quizzed from between your thighs instead.
frat!gojo, who’s had numerous filthy dreams about you, with you tying him down, walking all over him in your pretty boots, fisting his hair with your pretty hands—and he wakes up, his cock throbbing in his sweats, leaking beads of pre, he feels like an idiot while he wraps his hands around his dick.
frat!gojo, who muffles his moans into his pillows, cumming onto his pretty abs, all while gasping your name in between breaths. he know’s you’d kill him if you found out about the dirty little fantasies he’s had of you—but the very thought of you reprimanding him has him twitching, flushed against his abdomen all over again.
frat!gojo, who has a picture of you in his wallet, it’s a candid from when you were tutoring him, your lips in a focused pout while you were trying to explain your notes, and gods he just never got over how pretty you looked while being completely engrossed in the stupid text that sat in front of you.
frat!gojo, who knows he’s down bad but he just couldn’t care less. so, if you see satoru gojo being yelled at by a pretty nerd, do NOT come save him. he is exactly where he wants to be.
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╰┈➤ overview ; "Hey guys," you say cheerfully, leaning into the frame so only your face shows, though the camera dips just enough to capture his twitching dick and torso. "Today I'm trying out different condom flavors to see if they actually taste good! With the help of my boyfriend, of course!"
( ! ) Sub male character (your fav <3) x dom gn! reader , edging , bdsm , condoms , handjob , blowjob , crying and whimpering , teasing , praising , dacryphilia, video
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( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. Had to post this juicy story before it disappears from my brain 💔💔💔 also pls help me find the source of the header, i forgot to save it ;(
You smirk at the camera, the red light blinking steadily as you adjust the angle one last time.
Your boyfriend sits bound to the sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room, his arms pulled back and secured with thick leather straps around his wrists and the chair's arms. His broad chest heaves with anticipation, those defined abs flexing under the soft lighting. His thick cock already twitches against his thigh, half-hard from the thrill of being exposed to your fans. You've got him stripped naked, legs spread and ankles tied to the chair legs, leaving him completely exposed and at your mercy.
"Hey guys," you say cheerfully, leaning into the frame so only your face shows, though the camera dips just enough to capture his twitching dick and torso. "Today I'm trying out different condom flavors to see if they actually taste good! With the help of my boyfriend, of course!" You grin wickedly, glancing over at him. He shifts in the restraints, his cock jumping visibly as your words sink in.
You kneel between his spread thighs, the cool floor pressing against your knees as you reach for the first condom on the tray beside you—a strawberry one. His eyes lock on yours, dark with need, but you just wink and tear the wrapper open.
"Let's start with strawberry," you announce to the camera, holding it up briefly before rolling it down his hardening shaft. The latex stretches tight over his girth, the faint fruity scent hitting the air as you grip the base and give it a slow pump. He groans low, hips bucking slightly against the bonds.
Leaning in, you wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently at first. Your tongue swirls over the flavored surface, tasting the artificial sweetness mixed with his salty skin beneath. You take him deeper, bobbing your head steadily, hollowing your cheeks to create that tight suction he loves. His cock throbs in your mouth, growing fully rigid as you work him with wet, slurping sounds that the mic picks up perfectly. You hum around him, the vibration making his abs clench and his thighs tense.
"Mmm, good boy," you murmur against his length, pulling back just enough to praise him before diving down again, taking him to the back of your throat. He whimpers softly, the first sign of his building orgasm. You speed up, hand twisting at the base in rhythm with your mouth, feeling him swell and pulse. His breaths come ragged, breaths turning to pants as he nears the edge.
Just as his hips start to thrust weakly against the restraints, you pull off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to the glistening condom. "Strawberry's sweet, but a bit too fake," you say casually to the camera, licking your lips. "Not bad, though. What do you think, babe?" He whines, cock bobbing untouched, a bead of pre-cum smearing inside the latex. You ignore his pleading eyes and grab the next one—banana.
"Next up, banana," you declare, carefully sliding the strawberry one off and tossing it aside. His shaft glistens with your spit, twitching harder now from the denial. You roll the new condom on, the yellow tint contrasting his veined length, and waste no time sucking him back in.
This time, you go slower, teasing the underside with flicks of your tongue while your hand strokes lazily. He moans louder, head falling back against the chair as you build him up again, lips sealed tight around him.
You praise him between slurps, "Such a strong man, taking this so well for me." His muscles strain against the straps, abs contracting with each denied orgasm.
When he's thrusting up into your mouth, breaths hitching, you pull away once more. "Banana's smoother, almost creamy," you comment, wiping your mouth. "Tastes better than I expected." He lets out a frustrated groan, cock jerking in the air, but you just pat his thigh and move to the grape flavor.
The pattern repeats, each condom a new torment. Grape's tartness coats your tongue as you deepthroat him, gagging slightly for the camera's benefit while he whimpers your name. "You're doing amazing, love," you coo, fingers digging into his hips to hold him still. He gets closer each time, body trembling, but you deny him relentlessly, pulling off right at the brink, offering your tasting notes like it's a casual review.
By the fourth one—mango—his whimpers turn to full cries. Tears well in his eyes as you suck him hard, your hand pumping the base furiously.
"Please," he begs hoarsely, voice breaking. "Need to cum... fuck—please." You hum around him, ignoring the plea, feeling him throb desperately. When you finally release him, his cock slaps against his abs, the condom slick and shiny. "Mango's sweet, a little tangy," you say to the lens, as if he isn't sobbing softly now.
You switch to cherry, rolling it on while he shakes, pre-cum leaking steadily. Your blowjob is merciless this round, throat relaxing to take every inch, nose brushing his groin. He cries out, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, body arching as much as the bonds allow.
"Let me cum, baby, please— I-I can't..." His voice cracks into sobs, his frame quivering with both overstimulation and denial.
"Look at you, so perfect and ruined for me," you praise softly, even as you pull off again. "Cherry's my favorite so far! bold and juicy." He's full-on sobbing now, chest heaving with ragged breaths, cock twitching violently without touch.
Begging spills from his lips in broken pleas, "Please, please, I'll do anything! just let me cum... hurts so good..."
Finally, you relent, peeling off the cherry condom and discarding it. His bare cock stands rigid, veins bulging, tip flushed dark. "Alright, you've earned it," you say with a grin, both to him and the camera. Wrapping your hand around his slick length, you stroke firmly from base to tip, thumb circling the head on each upstroke. He bucks into your grip, sobs turning to relieved moans as you pump faster, twisting your wrist to hit every sensitive spot.
"Cum for me, good boy," you urge, leaning in to whisper praises against his thigh. "Show everyone how much you need this." His abs tighten, whole body seizing as he cries out one last time. Hot spurts of cum shoot from his cock, coating your hand and splattering his abs in thick ropes. You milk him through it, slowing your strokes until he's spent, whimpering softly in the aftershocks.
"That's all for today, I hope this video helps!" You sit back on your heels, smiling at the camera as his chest rises and falls. "See you guys on part two! Thanks for watching! <3"
His eyes widened "W-wait! there's a next pa—"
The red light blinks off, ending the video.
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( ✎ ) guys i actually don't know what condoms tastes like LMAOAOA
⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count
he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.
“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.
“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.
“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.
“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.
“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.
you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.
“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.
he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.
he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.
“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”
“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.
unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.
“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.
unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.
he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.
he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.
the “strongest” this, and the “strongest” that, it’s in every magazine or article that features him.
satoru gojo is the strongest in this world—there’s no denying it.
but gojo’s not so strong when it comes to the bedroom or you.
he’s a weak and pathetic little subby who’ll do anything you tell him to do. he has no power over you because he knows his place in relation to you.
when he came home from work today, all he did was beg and beg for you to touch him—to make him feel good.
and, of course, you agreed—agreed by tying him down to a chair, butt-naked. his hands are tied behind him. his legs are tied to the legs of the chair. his torso is also tied around the back to the chair—he isn’t going anywhere.
“aren’t you a needy boy today?”
gojo whines, “mhm, i’m so needy, mommy.” his dick is so hard, it’s moving on its own. he’s so turned on—all he wants to do is touch himself, but his arms won’t allow him to.
you run your hands all over his body, teasing his nipples, feeling his abs—working him up.
gojo can’t help himself, his hips start moving on their own—he desperately needs you to pump his cock.
but you arent going to give in so easy, “beg for it, show me how bad you want this.”
“i want this so badly. please help me cum, please, please, please!”
“good boy.” you begin teasing him even further by light rubbing his tip and playing with his balls.
gojo is fighting to touching himself. you’ve been edging him for what seems like way too long.
but then to his luck, you start stroking him—fast.
gojo’s moans loud, letting you hear just how much he’s enjoying himself—enjoying being your little slut.
“nnghh–hah–ough!”
his entire body is twitching in response to your overstimulating contacts.
and after milking his cock some more, you finally say, “cum for me, like the pathetic little slut you are. cum for mommy.”
and boy does gojo obey your orders. he squirts out cum from his throbbing cock.
you quickly put his tip to your tongue, wanting to taste him.
“th-thank you for making me feel good, mommy,” he says in a breathy voice.
warning ladies !! do not spit in gojo’s mouth unless you’re ready for him to nut instantly!
“c’mon baby,” he whines, voice all breathy and cocky, his blue eyes sparkling looking greedy. “i’ve been good. spit in my mouth, please?”
you laugh, because this six-foot-whatever menace who can literally warp reality is pouting like a brat because he wants your spit.
“you’re so fucking weird, toru.”
“you are weird,” he corrects instantly, tongue already poking out a little. “now c’mon.... i’m dying here. my dick’s so hard it’s bout to file a complaint.”
you roll your eyes but lean in anyway, gripping his jaw with one hand, thumb pressing into the soft skin just under his bottom lip. he opens wider, eyes half-lidded, that signature gojo smirk twitching at the corners because he knows exactly how nasty this is.
you gather it slow on purpose, letting him watch, then spit directly onto his waiting tongue. thick, warm, right in the center.
the sound he makes is downright criminal. a broken little moan-groan that vibrates straight through his chest and into yours.
“fuck— again,” he gasps, “do it again. spit like you mean it.”
you do it again, messier this time, letting some of it miss and drip down his chin. he doesn’t even wipe it. just lets it slide while his eyes roll back.
“you’re actually getting off on this, huh?” you tease, grinding down slow on the massive bulge straining against the fabric. “big bad strongest and all it takes is a little spit to make you stupid?”
“shut up and degrade me properly,” he whines, but he’s grinning like an idiot, tongue still out. “call me a nasty little slut or sum. i’m literally leaking for you right now.”
you laugh again, i mean you can’t help it. before you do the request, you reach down and shove his sweats just low enough to free him. he’s flushed dark at the tip, already dripping down the shaft.
“open wider, pretty boy.”
he obeys instantly, loving every second of being absolutely humiliated by you.
you spit again, then lean down and lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue while you sink down onto his cock.
satoru’s whole body shudders. he moans into your mouth, hands scrambling on your hips, already babbling.
“more!! fuck— spit on me while you ride me. please baby i’ll do anything. i’ll buy you a country. i’ll cancel infinity for the rest of the night. just keep spitting in my fucking mouth—”
bakugo katsuki explodes when he finds one tiny mark on his neck. “oi, dumbass! now everyone’s gonna think i’m whipped!” (spoiler: he is). meanwhile your body looks like a damn battlefield. neck, chest, thighs, everywhere. he bites like he’s starving but gods forbid you leave one little bruise on him.
midoriya izuku is the softest hypocrite. “k-kaaachan and the others will notice…” he stammers about a single hickie on his collarbone. meanwhile? he gnaws at your skin like it’s a research project, cataloguing every reaction until you’re painted in purples and reds.
todoroki shoto pulls his shirt collar up if you leave the faintest mark. “my father would notice.” but the man bites slow and deep, leaving huge blotchy bruises on your thighs and sides. never admits it, but he loves the sight of you marked.
kirishima eijiro is hella dramatic about the smallest hickie. “bro, now i can’t wear my tank top at the gym!” acts like it ruins his image. but your shoulders and neck? chewed up. he’ll beam with pride if someone notices you’re marked, though.
kaminari denki whines and whines and whines. “babe! now everyone knows i’m getting some!” he whines like it’s embarrassing. meanwhile, you look like an electric storm hit you, bites everywhere. he thinks it’s hilarious when he’s the one doing the damage.
shigaraki tomura snarls if you mark him, “don’t make me look weak.” scratches at a single bruise on his jaw. yet he’ll spend hours littering your chest and stomach with hickies, almost obsessive, like he can’t stop until you’re ruined.
dabi is the WORST hypocrite. smirks like “you think you can put a leash on me, doll?” if you leave one mark. but then he paints you in them, savoring every bruise and bite. total contradiction, total menace.
synopsis. best friend's older brother! sukuna has his eye on you.
part of my kinktober series!
as yuji's best friend, you spend a lot of time together, especially in his apartment to study or hang out. its always a good time for the two of you, aside from the fact that his brother is always present during your visits.
ryomen sukuna is hot, in a mysterious, broody way. you definitely haven’t met a lot of guys like him back where you’re from - he's got messy bright pink hair that's always in his face, he has chipped black nail polish and black eyeliner in his waterline, rings stacked on thick fingers, and a face that looks permanently annoyed at everything.
he doesn't even try to be friendly with you. and that means you're supposed to keep your eyes forward when you walk by his room, nod in agreement when yuji complains about how moody he is, and mind your own fucking business, but you can't stop yourself from noticing everything he does. the veins on his hands when he strums at his guitar, the ink on his biceps, the way his eyes get all dark when he catches you staring...
once, he was lingering in the kitchen when you went to grab some water. he was leaning against the counter, shirtless, hair mussed up as if he hadn't bothered touching it all day. his eyes flicked up to you when you sauntered in, then tracked you as you move past him to get to the sink. "tch. that skirt's short."
your hand freezes on the tap, and you glance down at yourself like you didn't already know what you’re wearing. your mouth opens to defend yourself, but before you can, you feel him move up behind you, looking down to examine the aforementioned skirt. small, yes, but you thought nothing of it. you wore skirts around your best friend all the time, so you thought it wouldn't be a big deal if you put one on to visit him. you seemed to have forgotten about ryomen when you picked it out though.
it takes you a second to realize he just hooked a finger under the band of your panties to pull them up slightly, snapping it lightly against your skin, and letting it go.
you hiss under your breath, jerking away, face heating immediately.
he just tilts his head, a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "what? 's sticking out. just helping."
you blink at him dumbly.
he grins smugly at you. "white's sexy on you though." he refers to your underwear color carelessly, in the same way one would about the weather. shocked, you nearly drop the glass in your hand. it shouldn't matter since he's the type to throw words out like he doesn’t mean them, but your heart pounds anyway.
...
yuji’s not home. he texted you a while ago saying training was running late, but you figured it wouldn't be a problem if you went to his flat for a few minutes just to grab the books you'd left over during your last study session. when you use the key he'd given you to unlock the door, you head straight to his room, determined not to run into sukuna.
in and out, that was your plan.
entering his room, you drop straight to your knees beside the bed to peer underneath, remembering you'd kicked them under there carelessly to abandon studying and play on yuji's console instead, and the leggings you've got on strain against the fat of your ass as you stretch. your arms reach until your fingers brush the corner of the stack. wiggling, you try to pull them closer, when-
"goddamn."
you jump up at the sudden noise, hitting your head slightly on the underside of the bed in surprise. you scramble backwards to try and get out, but in your haste, you find yourself twisted in an awkward angle where you can't shimmy your top half back out from underneath the bed.
"ah fuck..." you mumble, wiggling your butt a little to try and twist yourself free. no luck.
he snorts. you can tell he's extremely amused at the display in front of him - you sticking your ass out because you're stuck under yuji's bed after sneaking into ryomen's home without permission.
great.
"what're you crawling around like that for?" he says incredulously, “y’look desperate.”
you swallow hard, heat rising to the tips of your ears, and your fingers claw at the rug under you in your desperation to pull yourself free without looking like a complete idiot. “i-i'm just… uh…” your voice cracks, embarrassed, the words tumbling out as you try to think of something plausible. “b-books. i was just... under the bed. for my books.”
despite it being the truth, it sounds ridiculous to both of you.
“books,” he repeats, voice slow, mocking. “you're face down ass up for some books?"
you try to wriggle free again, needing to get out of this humiliating position before he mocks you any more. knowing him, you're glad he hasn't taken a picture of you in this position yet. the floor creaks slightly under his weight as he approaches you, kneeling behind you to get a closer look. his hands trail experimentally up your body to rest at your waist.
“r-ryomen! wait- i-i can get-" your words stumble when his fingers brush across your ass. before you can protest further, his hand slips under the waistband again, the tip of his fingers nudging your skin teasingly. “y'skin's so soft,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb against the outline of your cunt through your tights. you squeal at the unexpected contact, hands fisting inward on themselves when he drags the pad of his thumb up and down your pussy lips.
your hips tilt instinctively, reacting without your permission, and he notices. laughing at your eagerness. "weren't you just saying no, brat? what's this?"
unable to answer because your mind has zeroed in on the pressure his thumb places on your pussy, he takes your silence as a cue to continue, pressing harder over the fabric clinging to your cunt. the wetness seeping through your thin leggings entices him. "mm… can feel it all through this tight little fabric. you’re leaking for me already."
you tilt your hips up desperately, but he presses you down and rolls his thumb over your slick to ease you back into submission. “wait, please...”
he clicks his tongue and ignores your squealing, thumb pressing against the center of your cunt and dragging slow, deliberate circles that make your thighs quiver. he traces over your clit that's began to swell up at his teasing, flicking and rolling the bud before taking his free hand and rubbing three thick fingers up and down your hole. the dual ministration drives you crazy. you're practically melting now. so is your pussy, which is soaking the dark fabric of your pants.
he starts circling his fingers against your slit, watching as you start to actually ooze through the thin fabric. he groans, pressing his face between your thighs to lap at the cloth and taste your essence, earning a rock of your hips backwards to press into his face as shuddering sighs and mewls leave you. “ryomen! i’m g-gonna mnnnnhh- i can’t take it!”
can't take it? maybe this'll suit you better then.
he hooks his thick fingers under the waistband of your leggings, tugging them down in one go with your soaked, mushy panties, dropping them down to your bent knees. your cunt is now bare, flushed and glistening as you present for him, strings of your slick connecting to your panties.
he leans down to inhale the scent of your ripe cunt, face hovering just above your wet core. you can feel his hot breath on his cunt each time he takes an inhale, but you're not aware of the way he keeps inching closer... closer... before his fat tongue licks a broad stripe over your puffy cunt.
you squeal, hips bucking as you remain stuck under the bed, forced to endure his nose brushing your clit while his tongue slips inside your pussy, swirling his tongue inside your hole, then popping it back out and slurping along your wet folds. he groans, sending vibrations against your pussy as his tongue works against you.
his fingers hook around the tops of your thighs to keep you spread and open for him all while his tongue continues unpredictable patterns on your sopping cunt. he shoves his tongue back inside to twirl it around inside you, then retreats, spits on your pussy, and goes lower to flick his tongue against your clit.
"filthy little girl." he sneers against you, "bending over and wiggling your ass for me under this bed and acting like i wasn't gonna do anything about it. tch." he plunges his tongue back inside, his whole face pressed fully into your hole.
muffled moans leave you as you press your cheek to the floor to catch your breath, eyes rolling back. “mm..! 'm sorry, fuck, i didn't mean to- oh, yes please, right there!"
he flicks and curls his tongue around you, idly rocking his hips against the floor since his cocks have started to bulge in his thin pants. "this pussy tastes so fuckin' good." he mumbles, swatting your ass when you try to wiggle against him for more, leaning back to shake his tongue on your pussy lips again, then sucking your pussy lips into his mouth with a lewd slurp.
you’re trapped, shaking, leaking, your whole body betraying you, and he’s just… playing with you, taking all your reactions and going harder to see how helpless he can make you feel while keeping you on the edge and overstimulated. you whine loudly as his tongue drags and plunges into your cunt again and again, relentless, hot, and impossibly precise in finding your weak spots.
you convulse, thighs quivering in his hands where he spreads the doughy flesh. “ryomen, please! don’t... don’t stop! 'm gonna...!” the second you warn him that you're going to cum soon, he curves his tongue and somehow extends it further, pressing it down and then flicking it upwards suddenly.
your back arches, chest pressing into the floor, legs trembling uncontrollably as you feel the coil snapping in your belly and your pussy clench down on his long tongue. he sucks on your pussy lips again, determined to swallow anything that comes out of you.
you scream, voice breaking in high, desperate whines as the orgasm rips through you, spilling over his tongue in waves. sukuna moans at the taste, face still buried in your pussy with his tongue plunging inside you to milk every drop from you. he's keeping you on edge and fucking you with his tongue through your orgasm. sukuna lets you ride the waves of your body while you squirm helplessly under him, taking longer to come down from your high when he doesn't stop.
he leans forward, tugging your ass back so more is present for him as he starts to tug off his pants and boxers, his soaked tip having globs of precum stringing from the crotch part of his boxers. you don't realize he's freed his cock until he kneels and rubs himself between your oversensitive pussy lips, grinning down at you with teeth. "ready for more?"
college bully! toji resents the way you walk around campus. You're nothing like him. So prim and proper and graceful. You're the type of girl most mothers would rejoice over if her son brought you home.
college bully! toji scowls every time he sees you prance through the halls. You’re always surrounded by a big group of people. It infuriates him to see that you're so adored, by professors, TA's, other students... all gushing over you like you’re some prized heifer.
In college bully! toji's mind, it's impossible for someone to be so perfect. You're popular, of course, in the student council, in too many clubs for him to keep track of, you're in a nice, fancy program that he couldn't get accepted into if he sold his soul to the admissions office, and worst of all, you're so fucking pretty.
Pretty enough to make his heart stop when he sees you. Pretty enough for him to drop what he's doing and stare at you.
college bully! toji gets pissed when he sees that you pretend like you have no fucking clue what kind of effect you have on him. Like you don’t realize how everyone gawks at you. Like you don’t notice how even he, big, brooding, mean him, gets fucking tongue-tied if you so much as look his way.
Nothing in life has ever been fair to him, but somehow, looking at you makes him feel the bitter sting of it more than ever.
And it pisses him off.
college bully! toji is dumb. He knows he is. School never came easy to him. It’s a fucking miracle he even got into college, but that miracle doesn’t mean shit when he spends every semester barely scraping by.
You don’t deserve it. And so he shows you you don't.
college bully! toji makes your life miserable to show you what struggle is. At least, that's what he tells himself. He's only doing it to put you in your place. Nothing more.
You can't go anywhere anymore without running into him, because he ensures you meet him at least three times a day. He doesn't just tease or mock you, though. He puts his hands on you.
It started normal. Tripping you in the halls and tugging your hair in lectures and tugging the fabric of your thong when he's walking behind you and snapping it against your skin, and when you turn to him and whimper and ask him to stop, he just tells you that you're imagining things to find excuses to talk to him.
"What, you tryna throw yourself at me now?" college bully! toji laughs meanly, giving your waist a hard squeeze after he catches you when you're falling because he tripped you. "Didn’t know you were that desperate."
You squeak in surprise, feeling the warmth of his big hands on your body. You barely knew him before he just decided he wanted to bully you, and you can't figure out what his problem with you is. You've never even spoken to him, after all, and he just decided one day that he hated you and wanted to punish you. Your sweet little brain can’t grasp the fact that college bully! toji is so hot for you that it makes him angry.
college bully! toji couldn’t keep his hands off you if he tried. He waits outside your lectures just to grope at your soft body while degrading you, pushes his crotch up against your ass when he’s behind you in line.
"Why so tense, princess?" he murmurs, voice a lazy drawl. "Ain’t like I’m gonna bite." And then, just because he can, he smacks your ass. Hard enough for the flesh to jiggle and bounce back into place in a way that dumbs his brain down a whole lot.
You whip around, cheeks burning, lips parted to yell, and he just grins. Like he owns you. Like he knows you won’t do shit about it. You’re too sweet. Too much of a pushover. "T-Toji..!" you whisper-shout weakly. "You… y-you can’t just do that in public! it’s indecent…"
college bully! toji cuts you off like you shouldn’t have the right to talk back to him. "Damn," he muses, tilting his head. "You make a noise like that in bed, baby?" And then he leaves. Leaves you standing there, humiliated, flustered, furious.
college bully! toji knows you’re the type of girl he’s not supposed to have. The type of girl who’d laugh if he ever tried to ask you out. The type of girl who probably spreads her legs for rich frat boys who drive nice cars and have bright futures lined up for them. You’d never be with him.
And that upsets him. The thought of you being anyone’s but his makes him really really fucking mad.
So college bully! toji voices it everytime he sees you.
"Bet you think you’re real fucking special, huh?" His voice is low, condescending, right next to your ear. "Walkin’ around like some untouchable little angel. But we both know you’re just a spoiled, cock-hungry brat."
You jerk against his hold, struggling as tears build in your waterline. Your hands fly up to push against his chest, but it’s useless, because he’s solid and strong and so big compared to you. Your lip wobbles with frustration.
You don’t know how or why this is happening to you, but you can’t do anything about it. He said he’d fuck you stupid if you told anyone, and so you keep your mouth shut the best you can.
"L–let me go," you stammer, embarrassed and scared. He shoves you into one of the bathrooms as soon as you say it, locking you together in a stall. He lowers himself to be eye level with you and gets in your face, sneering.
"Bet you’ve let half the guys in this school bend you over already," college bully! toji hisses, fingers digging into the plush of your hips, feeling how fucking soft you are. It makes his stomach churn. "How many professors did you have to suck off to get those perfect grades, sweetheart?"
You take in a sharp breath, your hands shaking as you look up at him.
college bully! toji is so mean. You work hard for your grades, and that’s the truth! You wouldn’t want people thinking otherwise. Thinking that you’d debase yourself to selling your body for an A that you didn’t deserve. "You know I don’t do that, toji," You say weakly, your voice wavering. You don’t want to cry.
college bully! toji slides a hand lower, gripping a handful of your ass through your little skirt, squeezing like it belongs to him. You let out a soft gasp, trying to twist out of his grip, but his other hand is already fisting in your hair, forcing your head back to look up at him.
college bully! toji can’t stop. Not when you smell this good. Not when you feel this nice against him. Not when your body is practically moulded against his front, and his cock is already swelling up and getting stiff just from the way you’re shaking under his hands.
"You can cut the innocent act," he breathes, his grip tightening on your hair just enough to sting. "You know exactly what you are. And so does every guy on this campus. So I might as well get the same treatment, right princess? It’s only fair,"
And with that, he lowers you down to your knees and makes you suck his cock for your whole study period in the dingy boys washroom when anyone could walk in and hear the gluk gluk gluk sounds of your mouth being fucked by your own bully.
Not to mention, college bully! toji records you. Naturally.
college bully! toji makes you give him your number and sends you the video of you choking on his fat cock and threatens to send it to the school administration if you keep ignoring him and pretending like you're too good for him. You hastily respond, begging for him not to share it; that it'll destroy you. He wasn't going to, obviously, because it's intimate and special to him and he wants it all to himself, but your begging helps him get off on the nights he's stroking his fat cock to you, so he doesn't tell you the truth.
speaking of which, college bully! toji always spent whatever free time he has milking his cock and fucking his fist to your social media and tagged photos, and now that he has something over you, he can get even better material with no hassle. He makes you have phone sex with him, makes you send him voice notes of you calling him daddy and begging him to fill you up with his cum, and makes you send him nudes.
Then, because college bully! toji considers himself a gentleman, he rewards you by sending flowers to your dorm, as well as candy and chocolate, stuffed animals, and pretty underwear with a note in the box asking you to send pictures of you in them.
When college bully! toji sees you in person though, he's on you instantly like a rabid dog, kissing you so hard and so deep that you have to take several seconds to catch your breath when it's over. He makes lewd comments about the stuff you send him and makes you thank him for not sharing it.
"What do you say, beautiful?"
You flush warmly, looking away, but he shakes his head and grabs your neck in his hand, turning your head to face him. "Look at me when you say it. Or else."
You swallow thickly and look right in his eyes. "T-thank you daddy..."
college bully! toji is gross. He eventually brings you up to his dorm and just lays down with his face between your legs so he can smell your pretty little pussy and do inspections on you.
Your face is flushed and you hide yourself in your arms as he noses at your pussy. "N-ngh... d-daddy... d-do we have to do this?"
He scowls and slides a thick finger inside you, pumping it in and out slowly and watching how your tight pussy sucks his digit in and out like a vice, all while he inhales the scent of your arousal. "No shit, y'dumb girl. Gotta check thar you haven't been around with anyone else. Everyone wants to fuck my girl and I'm not letting them."
college bully! toji says he's just seeing if your puffy little hole is undefiled and fresh, but then his pussy inspections always end up in him slurping on your cunt like a man starved. He makes you cum on his face at least twice a day.
college bully! tohi doesn't tell you that he always nuts in his boxers when he's eating you out because you taste heavenly. He can never calm down and still his hips when he's tasting you. He has to hump the mattress like a puppy.
college bully! toji wasn't planning to fuck you. He wanted to, badly, but he knew that if he went all the way, he'd get so fucking attached and wouldn't ever want to leave you. He already knew he was starting to like you way too much.
college bully! toji would wake up to you, since he made you sleep in his dorm every night and fall asleep to kissing you and holding you, be with you all day, groping, touching, sucking on your tongue, and your tits, and your pussy, and fall asleep to you with you on his chest.
He'd never tell you he liked you, but it seemed like you were starting to too. You weren't resistant anymore. You'd ask to hold hands when he was mouthing at your clit. You gave him kisses and helped him with his school work.
God, you did dangerous things to toji, and he didn't like it.
But then, one day toji saw some stupid fucking idiot hugging up on you and you were giggling and letting him hold your ass like some stupid little whore. How could you be so clueless? You were his! How did you not realize this guy wanted the same from you? You couldn't belong to two people. toji knew his guy was trying to make a move on you and he was going to make sure he'd regret it.
college bully! toji got the boy's name from you, and while you were sleeping that night, he opened your phone and texted him. From your messages, it seemed like you two were old friends. Maybe from high school. Maybe family friends. He didn't care. No one but him could touch you. No one but him could look at you.
college bully! toji texted the boy that you needed help and to come to your dorm immediately, and in the meantime, he gently turned you onto your back, stroking your soft, shiny hair with one hand and gently groping your tits with his other hand. His cock twitched at the little sleepy mewls that left your mouth, and he shushes you softly and begins to pull down your panties. He forbade you from wearing pants when you were sleeping beside him.
college bully! toji pries your legs apart and removes your shirt. His mouth waters as your full, perky boobs are on display for him, and the way your nipples harden at the feeling of the cool air hitting them. He licks a broad stripe over one of them, sucking one into his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop, before slobbering on both of them at once.
In the meantime, college bully! toji sticks his fingers, two at a time, in your sopping little pussy, stretching you and getting you nice and wet for his cock. He guides your little hands to his fat fucking cock, half hard already, and makes you jerk him off so he can put his cock in you as soon as possible.
By the time your idiot cuck friend gets to your dorm, which he left unlocked, he finds you bent over, facing the door. drool, snot, and tears coat your face as he pulls your hair back so you can look at him. Your friend freezes, making eye contact with you as toji stretches you out with each thrust, pounding into you hard.
college bully! toji has one thumb in your butt, watching you clench down on him as you babble incoherently. His heavy balls slap against your dripping pussy with each thrust, fucking you into a dumb little mess in front of the same boy you used to play with in primary school.
Your body jolts with each thrust, ass bouncing back against his cock as your pussy sucks him in greedily. You're hardly coherent, drool dripping down your chin while your friend watches in disbelief, a hand discreetly rubbing at the growing bulge in his jeans.
"toji!" You cry out, moaning loudly. You've never been fucked like this before. Not with a cock so fat, not by a guy who acted like he hated your guts and wanted you all to himself at the same time. He tugs your hair back a little tighter. "That's right, princess, tell your little friend who makes you feel so good…"
"Ngh…" Your tongue lolls out of your mouth. toji's cock plunges so deep inside you that you can swear you can feel him in your womb. Your legs shake as you struggle to accommodate his size. "Daddy does…mmh- m-makes me feel s’good,” you slur out your words like you’re drunk off him.
He can feel you tightening around him, your pussy fluttering and clenching desperately as the his cock fills you. His thumb presses roughly against your puckered hole, applying pressure. Your friend finally catches his bearings enough to stumble out of the room with flushed cheeks and a stiff cock.
college bully! toji tells you to be his girlfriend right after he fills you to the hilt with his cum.
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pushing down on the slit on choso's tip right before he cums so it gets stuck inside him, that thick load bubbling up to the top with no way to come out.
you've never done this before while giving him a handjob, and he just sits up with his eyes wide as you stop him from cumming, cheeks, and his tip, instantly flushing red from effort as you make him hold it.
the poor thing definitely begs you for mercy and squirms. he could easily tear your hand off so he can cum, but he doesn't. he lets you have your control, and debases himself to pleading and whining for you to let him cum, please please please, he's been so good, he's done everything you've asked him to do, please just let him cum...
when you finally do the buildup had increased, and taking your thumb off has him exploding thick white cream everywhere, his hips bucking pathetically into your hand as he writhes in bed, making the most depraved noises you've ever heard while his heavy load covers his stomach and your wrist.
When your new college friend asked you to spend the holidays at their place, you had anticipated kind, but nosy parents, a small countryside house, a chubby cat, and maybe a few little siblings. You did not consider that maybe their older brother would be home for the break too, because they hadn't given you any sort of heads up about him.
From the moment you arrived, satoru had been quite interested in you. Showing you around the house, making casual comments about how pretty you are and asking if you were seeing anybody. Though it was generic talk, it came off as if he was trying to seduce you. Not wanting to lose your friend by getting into anything with their brother, you decided to pay him no mind.
Satoru wasn't a fan of you ignoring him.
From his experience with women, most would act uninterested and secretly want him, or be quite receptive to his flirting off rip. Satoru didn't have much experience with being rejected.
Satoru had never met someone as closed off as you. You'd scurry away and lower your head if he so much as looked at you, you'd listen to his voice and be sure to avoid the location it was coming from, and you refused to respond to him. You just apologized and ran away.
Like a fawn.
Satoru had ever been so fascinated by someone before. You had these huge eyes with long lashes, and whenever he'd tease you too much, they'd get all wide and glassy and your lip would wobble. Then you'd run away with your hands over your ears. He wasn't sure if you thought he was going to wring your neck the second you let your guard down or something, but the way your eyes looked when they were red rimmed and watery, or how you'd look up at him and worry your plush lower lip between your teeth, God, it left a throbbing ache in his cock.
It was a new morning, and satoru was just aching to come find you so he could tease you or pull your hair a bit to listen to the sounds you'd make. Lucky for him, it wasn't hard to find you. There you were, sleeping pretty in the guest room all by yourself. No one could stop him from getting his hands on you now.
You were still half asleep when you felt him pulling down your covers, and your head lolled, your vision blurry and unadjusted to the light. His dick twitches with interest as he sits you upright in front of him, holding your arms so you can't run. "Morning." he purrs, "Sleep well?"
He brushes his hand over your hair, watching the way you shiver. You're so soft, he thought. From how close he's sitting, he can see the way your lower lip is raw from your anxious biting and how your pupils slowly contract as you focus your vision.
"S-satoru, why... wh-what are you doing here?" You whine anxiously, not understanding why he's examining you so closely.
"Why are you so scared of me, hm? How come you avoid me all the time?" He responds quickly, answering your question with one of his. He's holding your face now, watching you, analyzing you.
Unable to say anything, you sit in front of him, petrified. He'd just made his way into the room you were sleeping in, where you could've been indecent, without any afterthought. Annoyed at your hesitation, satoru squeezes your face in his hands to coax something out of you. You whimper at the contact, your eyes filling with those stupid fucking tears as if on cue. He squeezes more, watching the way your lips squished together, soft and plush. He wants a taste.
He leans in...
"Hey dude- oh, satoru, why are you in here?"
Thankfully for you, his sibling came up behind him and startled both of you, making satoru jump a bit. You take the opportunity to bolt, just like always.
Satoru could punch something.
He grunts and scowls at his sibling, shooting you one last look before he stands up and brushes past his sibling roughly, stalking downstairs for breakfast with a scowl.
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wanting to take a minute to get away from satoru's leering for a bit, you decide to go out in the rain to walk around the spacious land around your friend's house. However, you hadn't expected the downpour to get so heavy so quick.
At first it’s almost peaceful. The drizzle cools your skin, dampens your sweater, quiets your thoughts. You keep your head down and follow what you think is the path that curves back toward the house, shoes squelching softly through grass that’s already turning to mud.
Then, out of nowhere, you hear this loud crack from the sky.
Thunder rolls so loud it vibrates through your body, and you flinch hard enough to stumble. And suddenly, horribly, you realize you don’t recognize anything around you. The house isn’t visible anymore. Everything is just trees, fields, and hedges that all look the same.
You turn in a slow circle, heart pounding uncomfortably in your chest, as you try to orient yourself, but your panic makes everything blur. Another crack of thunder tears through the air and you jump, hugging your arms around yourself. You try to retrace your steps, then second-guess them, then freeze entirely because every direction feels wrong.
You stand soaked and shaking when lightning flashes again. but this time, it illuminates a tall figure striding toward you through the rain as if it doesn’t even bother him at all. White hair plastered to his forehead, broad muscles soaked through his shirt.
Satoru.
“Holy shit,” he shouts over the rain, incredulous, “are you serious right now?”
You jolt in mortification. “I-I can't...” Your voice cracks uselessly. You try again, louder. “I couldn't find the house.”
He stops in front of you, looks you over once, and starts shrugging off his jacket with a pissed off look on his face. He shoves it over your shoulders before you can protest. “What were you thinking, coming out here? You’re gonna get sick!”
“I didn’t mean to-”
“Yeah, I know. You never think things through, idiot.” he cuts in, already grabbing your wrist tightly. “C’mon. There’s a shed back this way.”
You barely have time to nod before he’s tugging you along, shielding you with his body as best he can. Thunder booms again and you whimper despite yourself, stumbling closer without thinking, fingers curling into his sleeve.
The shed appears out of the rain miraculously, pristine wood, half-hidden by trees. Satoru wrenches the door open and all but drags you inside before slamming it shut behind you. The sudden quiet is deafening, rain drumming on the roof, thunder muffled but still angry.
"What's wrong with you, huh?" He snaps. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Why would you just stand out there waiting for lightning to strike your stupid little head?" You whimper, hearing thunder rumble above you. You're grateful the shed is in good enough shape to withstand the horrible weather.
Your lip wobbles at the sound of him yelling at you, and he feels his blood heat up a little bit. Fuck, you get to him so much. He just wants to kiss you, just once. Maybe bite your plump lips.
Or put his cock between them.
"'M-mmf... s-sorry, I j-just di-didn't think-"
"Do you ever?" Satoru interrupts you, poking your forehead hard enough for you to stumble, and you pant softly as you manage to catch your footing, your heart racing. "You just stand there all the time and bat your lashes like some stupid little doll."
You nod meekly, hoping the rain ends soon so you can slide out of the shed before you have to endure any more berating comments from him.
"We'll probably be stuck here for a while." he comments, looking at you as you tremble a bit. You're shaken and on edge, though you don't know if its because you're alone with him or because of the loud, inconsistent sounds of thunder.
"Wh-why?" You ask softly. Satoru scoffs, staring at you like he's looking at a misbehaved child. He stoops to your level, pinching your chin between his fingers to tip your head up, rendering your attempts to avoid eye contact futile.
"Because we can get hit if we go out anytime soon. Obviously."
"B-but how long will we be here?" You press further. You're not sure if you're so winded and overwhelmed that nothing makes sense to you right now and you feel the need to ask so many questions, but Satoru just seems to think you're the dumbest little thing in the world.
He scoffs and shakes his head disbelievingly, pushing a thumb swiftly past your lips and pushing down on your tongue so any sound you make is muffled.
"Are you this stupid or are you talking just for the hell of it? God, I had to shut up because you were giving me a migraine. That's why pretty girls like you should just shut up and have your mouth stuffed all the time, because half of you are always dumb as rocks."
You whimper at the degradation and cruel words, your brain going fuzzy at the pleasant taste of his digit around your tongue and the mixture of praise in his words. He called you pretty, didn't he? Pretty but dumb... you don't know what to say, and so you slobber a bit as he pushes it deeper, struggling to accommodate it into your mouth.
Satoru, on the other hand, is so focused on your sweet little face and the way your eyes go glassy as you get his thumb wet, the soft motion of your tongue gliding over his thumb turning his brain into mush.
And then, he can't take it anymore. He pulls it out of your mouth, slapping your face lightly to keep you present, because he can already start to see you spacing.
"Get on your knees." He says roughly, pushing at your shoulders to guide you down into a kneeling position, and you don't have it in you to resist.
He grabs a handful of your pretty hair into his fist, not caring about how long he'd have until it was time to leave. He was tired of the bullshit coming out of your mouth, tired of your big fucking eyes and the way you'd bat your lashes at him and pout without even realizing the effect you had on him, tired of the way you got him so hot and made his cock swell and twitch without trying. Tired of you working him up and ignoring him in his own home.
Even now, you stare up at him almost reverently, your eyes confused and so fucking innocent. He could only dream of the look on your face when he blows a fat load of cream on it. The thought made him harder.
He shoves your face into his bulge, the thin fabric of his pants doing little to obscure the feeling. You gasp, little hands holding onto his legs to keep yourself steady as he pants, rubbing himself against your face. You have no idea what's happening, and so you shut your eyes, muffled protests leaving your lips.
"Oh my God, shut up." Satoru snaps, glaring down at you.
You try to pull your head away, and he scowls, yanking you away from his clothed bulge and staring down at you.
"Take my pants off." He demands, and your eyes widen. Swallowing thickly, you try to stand up for yourself. "Bu-but your sibling might come looking for us... or... o-or..." You flinch as thunder rumbles on cue, and your gaze turns to the door, your heart pounding at what may be going on outside. nevertheless, he tugs your hair, making you look up at him once more.
"I said shut up. What part of that did you not understand? And I told you no one's coming out in this weather. It's not safe, I said."
You still feel wary, but you knew he wasn't budging. "Now take my pants off. And my boxers. Now." He says impatiently. Your mind spins as you began to peel off his pants, letting them drop to the ground and pool at his ankles, while your fingers curled around his boxers, pausing at the sight of his bulge. Thick and fat, with dewy moisture collecting at the top, the clear liquid spilling out of the tip.
You gulp again and begin pulling his boxers down too, causing his fat length to hit your cheek faintly before it stands to attention. You stare in disbelief. The mushroom head is a pretty, dusky pink, while the shaft itself is thick, veiny, and long, and curved slightly to the left.
He must have thought you were stalling, as he pushes your head forward again. "Stop wasting time, kid. Suck on it."
You frown at the nickname, and hesitate. The sheer size and girth of his cock intimidates you, and you look back up at him weakly. He groans, running a hand down his face.
"Don't tell me you've never sucked dick before."
Your lip wobbles, and you shake your head. Regardless if you have or not, you haven't seen a cock this big before, let alone try one. He scoffs and pushes your face right up to his cock. "Lick the balls first, then the shaft, and then the tip, then get as much as you can in your mouth and suck. It's not fucking hard. And don't scrape your teeth on it."
You look down at his plump balls, slowly lowering your head and shyly placing kitten licks on each of them, following his instructions. Satoru grunts, dick twitching at your motions, and he pushes your face more firmly into the sack to coax you to put more pressure on your tongue.
You oblige, and his eyes glaze a bit as he watches you look up at him for approval while you slowly and steadily lick up his shaft, making your way to his tip. You begin to focus your tongue there, swirling it around the head and along the slit. He lets out short puffs of air as he watches you gulp down some of his precum, his head spinning.
You had seemed to have never done this before, but then you stare at him like that, and lick him with such precision that he stops to rethink his assumption. Satoru doesn't realize that he's started moaning breathily and stopped being ridiculing you.
"F-fu-fuck... Ohhh..." Stifled moans leave his parted lips as his pupils blow wide, the sounds making you throb in your panties.
"Ju-just like that, sh-sh...shit..." He gently pushes your head down so your mouth wraps around the whole tip of his cock, and his head lolls back as you slowly start to bob your head, drowsy pleasure overwhelming him.
He felt like such a virgin right now. Getting worked up over some silly girl blowing him like he hadn't done this a million times before. Maybe it was just because you were so goddamn pretty or because you'd never paid him any attention. The way your mouth looked stuffed with cock made him fucking crazy. It's so wet and warm inside, and you were sucking him in like you didn't want him to go anywhere.
You had to have done this before.
Your tongue traces shyly over the veins on his cock, and you let out a soft gagging sound as his fat cock hits the back of your throat. You splutter a bit, drooling around the shaft as you wrap a tiny hand around the base, twisting and tugging gently.
Satoru keens, pulling you in further and shoving your mouth so deep that your nose is nearly up against the neat patch of white hair above his cock. You let out a spluttering sound, your throat tightening on him as you gag and breathe in deeply through your nose, your head swimming and your vision blurring with tears.
"Nngh... mmmh... fuuuck," He chokes out. "Shit... ahhh... so fuckin'... good... su-suck me harder." Satoru groans, hips twitching forward involuntarily. Slick suckling sounds fill the room, punctuated by Satoru's escalating panting breaths and garbled exclamations of bliss.
His chest heaves, muscles flexing beneath sweat-slicked skin as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. "O-oh yeah...just... like that, y'doing good..." If he were coherent right now, he'd slap himself and try to shut up, but he can't. He guides your head into the rhythm he's set for you, listening to the sloppy, garbled sound of you sucking, and occasionally choking on his cock.
At this point, your pussy is soaked and clenched around nothing, light moans leaving your own lips. the vibrations make him tremble, and he nearly stumbles backwards with how good this is. He can't even imagine what fucking you would do to him if your mouth is this good.
Satoru moves your head faster, loud wails leaving his mouth as he ignores the commotion of the cleaning process going on outside the room. "Ohhh god, I can't..." Satoru pants out, his voice pitched with desperation as he felt the telltale tingling rising from the pit of his stomach. His grip on your hair tightens, fingers curling and uncurling as he struggles to hold back the impending orgasm threatening to crash over him at any moment.
With the last dregs of his rapidly fading willpower, he manages to tug at your hair, reluctantly pulling your mouth off his throbbing, pulsing cock with a slick pop. It bobs obscenely in the cool air, flushed a deep, angry red and leaking copiously as it strains for its release.
"I'm gonna... can't hold it... please..." he begged, his tone a desperate, pleading whine. His hips jerk spastically, the head of his cock brushing against your cheek, smearing slick across the soft skin.
With trembling hands, you grasp his swollen cock, feeling it pulse and twitch in your grip. Satoru shudders and groans, biting on his lip to conceal any more pathetic noises. He doesn't want you to think he's as gone for you as he is, and yet two, three, four firm pumps of your fist around him and he was done for. "ohfuckohfucko-oohhhh fuck..." His cock jerks in your grip before erupting, hot, thick ropes of cum painting your flushed face. Ropes of it, slick and sticky, splatter across your forehead, your cheeks, your chin, and your lips.
Satoru can only stare in disbelief with his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as he watches your tongue dart out, its pink tip peeking from between those sweet, cum-glossed lips to lap up the scintillating evidence of his pleasure.
You bring your fingers up to your face, swiping a glob of cum from your cheek to taste it, the salty, slightly nutty flavor not unpleasant on your tongue. Satoru felt his spent cock give a feeble twitch at the depraved action. The contrast of such a lewd act on such a sweet, angelic face nearly undid him all over again.
"No… way…" he breathed out, shaking his head in awe and amazement at the erotic spectacle before him. "You're… so fuckin' cute."
Flustered by the praise, you help him back into his pants while you clean off your face with your sleeve. He grabs your arm just as you stand up, and he grabs your face in his big hands, pressing his lips firmly to yours.
You let out a shaky moan, hands holding onto his shirt in tight fists while he slides his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he swirls his tongue around yours greedily and swallowing your taste.
Satoru pulls away with a soft pop, strings of saliva connecting your tongues as you look at each other with half lidded eyes. He's sure to hold your hand tightly as you wait out the rest of the storm together.
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"enough, you. i am trying to watch this." sukuna hisses, pushing your socked feet away from his face for the umpteenth time. you keep rubbing the fuzzy fabric against him because it makes him shudder. you never thought he, your hulking, strong, worryingly resistant-to-pain boyfriend would be all sensitive and ticklish to some fuzz, and yet here you are.
"why? it's cute, kuna. im just showing you somethin'." goadingly, you nudge the clean fabric under his chin, hoping to rile him up further, and he grabs your ankle and drags you forward, snarling at you and grabbing both of your feet, holding them in place against his lap.
oh.
oh.
he must underestimate you.
slowly, you rub the soles of your covered feet back and forth against his crotch, feeling the bulge twitch and throb at the attention inflicted on it. now, sukuna's trying to save face, staring stubbornly at the tv and pretending his dick's not overreacting to some faint touches.
you laugh. "you're so sensitive. think you can cum just from this?"
"i haven't the faintest idea what you're referring to."
you laugh and turn your feet so that your soles are placed together with his chubbed bulges in between. you rub up and down and side to side slowly, rolling his dicks and pressing them together in the thin sweatpants he's wearing tonight. hideous thing, he thinks. he only wore it because you bought it for him after he'd been wearing robes around your home.
wanting him to have more casual, comfortable clothing, you bought him a couple pieces of loungewear - mostly in gray - and gave it to him, reassuring him tht nobody's meant to see him in it but you.
and here you are, taking advantage of his love for you and willingness to wear the thin fabric that makes the print of his dick visible through it, an easy way for you to watch his cocks grow and react whenever your feet rub on them just right.
with how hard he is, there's little space in his sweats and even less in his custom-made boxers, so the friction you're giving him is just causing his cocks to press together, mixing pre-cum leakage since his tips are touching.
sukuna tips his head back. "fuck, what are you doing, human? this is obscene," he pants, unable to stifle his sounds. the remote control in one of his four hands clatters to the sofa cushion as he focuses on your feet between his strong thighs, not even interesting in playing it cool anymore.
the fabric of his sweats bunches and stretches over his thickening shafts, pressing against all the ridges and veins and heightening his sensitivity. it's different from if he were bare, or if it were your hands wrapping around his dicks. there's so much stimulation with both your feet on both his cocks through his clothes; that he just can't hold it in much longer.
the heads of his cocks keep rubbing quick circles against each other with each pump of your feet on him, having created a large wet spot on the front of his pants. you laugh softly, and he grits his teeth with embarrassment, a dark flush spreading across his cheeks. "do not- hnghh- mock me..." he tries to get out, but just manages to slur all his words together as his groans take over.
you continue moving your feet up and down in a long, rhythmic, stroking motion, the precum leaking out of him smearing along his dicks and acting as a heavy lubricant. the heat and mosture is trapped between fabric and skin.
you increase the pressure, squeezing his cocks together and curling your toes around the swollen heads, the movement a heavy, dragging sensation that makes his hips twitch upwards involuntarily. "you havin' fun, kuna?" you tease upon seeing the fucked out expression on his face, and he grits his teeth with aggravation.
"ill get you - fuck - back for this in just a moment, believe me..."
he breaks off into another heavy groan.
by now, the entire front of his sweatpants are soaked from pre seeping out of both his tips.
sukuna's close. close to cumming in his pants from some foot rubbing. so pathetic.
you pick up the pase, feet moving in frantic, inconsistent motions so that all of him is stimulated at once, effectively milking his cock through his pants. at some point, he shudders, grabbing fistfuls of his pink locks to keep himself calm. but its hard when you keep rubbing your toes on his sensitive tips, squeezing and rolling them against one another, while your sole and heel press into his shafts.
sukuna uses two of his hands to press your feet together a little harder, lifting them up and down on his dick quick and rough; making them press all up on his cock until finally, a fresh bout of wetness spreads on his pants.
he grunts your name as he cums, keeping your feet on him while he bucks up into them, his other two hands gripping the back of the sofa to keep him stable as he cums from both of his swollen tips.
convulsing, more and more cum pumps out of sukuna, your feet squeezing it straight out of him.
your feet keep grinding the hot release into the cloth of his pants, mixing it with sweat and the patch of pre from earlier, making a sticky mess all over the pants. some even seeps out and rests on the outer seam because of the thin fabric. you've made such a mess of him.
satisfied, you pick up the remote from the ground and kiss his cheek, changing the channel to your favorite one instead. now that he's spent, he can't really snatch it back from you or argue, and you get to watch your favorite without hearing any of his complaints. a huge win in your book, for sure.
yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.
you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.
"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.
his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.
"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.
"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.
"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."
your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.
you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.
"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.
he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.
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