more sadist nerdjo
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nobody would have guessed that the nerdy chess-playing, marvel-loving, compsci major would be a total fucking freak in bed.
tutoring sessions with gojo started out normal, in the library surrounded by students on a wednesday afternoon. he’d show up at 4 o'clock on the dot, glasses crooked, hair a mess, wearing the same jacket he wore everyday. after a few weeks you started studying in his dorm, saw his Marvel comic books, his Star Wars Legos, he even let you look at his science fair photos from middle school.
but then you accidently found the handcuffs he kept hidden while looking for snacks. you made a joke about it, but he was looking you dead in the eyes, his expression as serious as ever.
"do you wanna try them?"
so, instead of homework, snacking, and getting distracted by reels, he has you trying to ride him with your hands cuffed in front of you.
“hah okay, next question. what’s the empirical probability of you creaming all over my dick in the next 30 seconds?”
“huh wha- fuck-!” you cry out when you feel two fingers pinch your clit hard, tears threatening to fall again. gojo is full-blown cackling at you, “aww poor girl. did that hurt?”
“it too much toru! i can’t-” smack!
gojos hand cracked against your ass, making you yelp. his palm rubbed over the spot soothingly, easing the sting a bit, voice low and commanding, “yes, you can, and you will, unless you want to stay like this all night, not moving at all.”
you whine, but you’re already lifting your hips as best you can and sliding back down his cock. gojo lets out a groan, “atta girl, just like that baby.”
you really tried to keep going, and you did for a few minutes until your legs got tired of doing all the work. not having your arms fully mobile for leverage was really a problem.
“satoru,” you whine, barely moving up anymore, “‘s too hard.”
he huffs, a fake pout on his lips, “why can’t you just do what i tell you to baby? thought you wanted to be a good girl for me?”
you frown, “‘m trying…” you mumble.
“you’re trying, huh?” he shakes his head, “thought you’d do better than that. oh well, i suppose it’s not your fault you're so helpless.”
he watched as your frown deepened, eyes squinting as tears threatened to fall. “what? gonna cry?” he taunts, grinning. you shake your head, he just smiles wider, “shame, i love it when you cry for me.”
that was the last sentence you were able to process, because gojo had you on your back with your knees up to your chest in 5 seconds, folded into the meanest mating press and not wasting any time before pounding into you roughly. he's fucking you stupid. his hand comes around your neck, squeezing so hard you swear you blacked out for a split second. every thrust killing any semi-coherent thought you form.
your orgasm hit so hard and fast your whole body went limp for a minute. but that didn’t stop gojo. he didn’t even slow down a little bit.
“thats right, take it. just a pretty little doll who likes getting used. its all you’re good for, right baby?” you let out a choked cry, tears falling down your cheeks as you nod weakly. his head dips down, nose brushing your cheek as he licked the tears, tongue warm on your skin.
“tsk, dumb slut. too cock drunk to speak,” he pants against you. “say it, say you’re nothing but a dumb slut.”
you whimper, shaking your head. his hand leaves your neck and grips your face, driving into you harder. “fucking say it.”
you choke on a sob, whimpering again, “‘m a dumb slut…”
“good girl. just a stupid girl who likes being fucked like this, right?” you nod, and he releases your face with a light slap on the cheek. “good fuckin’ toy.”
he pulls out suddenly, flips you on your stomach and yanks your hips up. he smacks your ass a few times on each cheek, hard enough to burn and slams back into you from behind. he’s so mean, but how could he not be when you feel this good. and all you can really do is sob and whine into the sheets while your poor cunt continues being abused like you're a fleshlight.
“fu- fuuuck, take it sweetheart...haahh take this dick like your pussy was made for it...ohh my goddd…” he moans behind you, leaning down and slotting his surprisingly beefy arm under your jaw, trapping you even more than you already were. he speeds up, if possible, rhythm falttering more and more until he’s just grinding into you, hot cum flooding your cunt while he moans in your ear, “gotta- shit...gotta make sure it stays inside.”
it only takes a minute and a half for his energy to return, his pelvis hitting your ass with each thrust, pushing your hips down every time till you're flat on your stomach. now you’re really stuck.
request from @simmmxd
