“i like my women quiet, and now i think you’ll do nicely.”
make it fit — naoya zenin.
warnings:
misogyny, a lot of it. T__T. naoya is really mean, dubcon/noncon(?), choking, size kink, dacryphilia, drool (it’s all just gross), degradation, praise but you can see the ulterior motive behind it, dumbification, one mention of a corpse.
word count: 854.
notes: i am... back from the dead?!? with this really gross awful unproofread misogynist naoya drabble. i have to credit @sukirichi, i’ve been reading a lot of your naoya stuff recently and it was so good that i somehow awoke from my 8 month writing coma to bang out this mini monstrosity. thanks for the inspo!!! <3 p.s. reader has female anatomy and gets called ‘good girl’ !
“you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he hisses, hips rolling into yours without regard for your comfort, forcing in what wouldn’t fit when he tried caring about your tears. “it took me so fucking long to get into your panties, i took you on so many— so many shitty dates, and let you talk about your boring self as if i was interested.” his voice is seething, the panties in question currently stuffed between your lips, muffling your sobs and resulting in a collection of drool from the sides of your mouth. his movements are animalistic, and you think about how stupid you were to believe he could actually care for you.
“and once i do manage to get you into bed,” he continues, a growl in his tone accompanying a particularly harsh thrust, “you won’t even let me fuck you. i tried to be nice, stretch you out a little, play with your stupid little cunt to shut you up for just a minute, but no—“ his voice suddenly becomes girlish and mocking, evidently an attempt to humiliate you further: “‘i can’t, i can’t— it hurts, stop—‘, such a fucking baby.”
he returns to his usual pitch to spit the insult right at your face, which is already streaked with tears, your cheeks hot and covered in smudged makeup- (you think back to getting yourself dolled up for the date, eager to see him again. he’s nothing like other guys, you’re sure! he’s so polite and charming, not at all like the sleazebags who usually try and chat you up. it’ll be different this time, you reason. you witness your vision tinge with black and feel his hand tighten around your throat, and realise how wrong you were.)
his grip releases your limp wrists- you’re fucked too dumb to try and push him off any more- and reaches for your chest, flicking a pert nipple with a harsh finger.
“fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering for just a second before he pulls out, flipping your ragdoll-like body over and slipping in again, “you’re so wet... are you sure you weren’t pretending about it hurting, sweetheart?” his tone has turned condescending, and you hate how the nickname he’d used on your first meeting can still affect you. your answer never comes, evidently, and he chuckles darkly as he pushes your head down into the mattress by the back of your neck.
“god, you’re so much prettier when you keep your mouth shut, baby. no more— yapping, and rambling about your interests that i don’t care about, you’re so perfect like this. my personal fucktoy, huh? aren’t you my good toy now?”
it’s cruel, and he knows you can’t reply, so he yanks your head up by your hair, the sting causing you to cry out, and makes you nod for him.
“that’s right, baby. you don’t need to talk. i like my women quiet, and i think now you’ll do nicely.”
he lets your head fall to the bed again, your cheek smushed against the sheets as he pauses the pounding of his hips to reach for your face, grabbing the fat of your flushed cheeks and pulling the now soaked panties out from between your swollen lips.
“i’m sure you’ll know better than to take this as permission to speak, darling.”
words race through your thoughts, comprising contempt and indignance along with pleas- you try to say “please don’t stop”, “it feels so good” and the like, but it all comes out as slurred syllables; he fucks you so good to the point that you’ve lost the articulateness that you’re always so proud of.
“you good, honey?” he gazes at your face, and the way your tongue is lolling out of your mouth, drooling. “oh, you’re so gross.” the sentence is said with an obvious grin, the bastard’s proud of his handiwork. “but you know i love it.” his strong hand lets go of your face, instead moving to uncharacteristically gently move your hair from your face where it’s stuck to the mix of saliva and tears- the juxtaposition reminds you again of how you’d truly thought that he’d cared.
his hips are pistoning again, slower this time; you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your velvet walls. a tap to your temple brings you out of your stupor- you’re mindless, you’re a mess, it’s humiliating, but he smiles down at you. “you still in there?” he taps again at your forehead and your eyes slide closed. “hey, hey. look at me. i don’t wanna fuck a corpse, you won’t squeeze me as good then.”
his remark somehow makes it through the fog in your brain and you blink up at him, chin crumpling and lips pouting in displeasure. “there y’are, baby. just wanted to make sure you’re still kicking.” the corner of his lip quirks up into a half-smile as his face comes close to yours, kissing the pout that’s formed there. he’s speeding up again and your eyes roll back into your head.
“there y’go. that’s my good girl. there’s still so much fun i’m gonna have with you.”
aaaa thank you for all the love on this guys 🥺 if anyone has any reqs or just want to chat to me id love that so much so plz plz drop something in my asks <33
nooo it wasn't horrendous!!!! your writing is so good!! gojo's an asshole in the fic you wrote but you captured his sinister personality so well
coming back from the dead to answer this but HELLO ?!? THIS IS SO SWEET?!?! thank you so much T___T nice ppl like you make me wanna get back into writing but i just never have coherent ideas …
warnings: literally where do i start. satoru is a terrible pervy 28 year old womaniser with a thing for virgins. he's just awful. corruption, coercion, manipulation, dubcon, noncon (? reader never explicitly says 'no' or 'stop' but there are some elements e.g. reader struggles), size kink, fearplay, pain, edging (kinda), overstimulation, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, dumbification, manhandling, nipple play, literally one mention of blood, no aftercare because satoru is a dick, virgin!afab!reader but gender neutral with no gendered language until bold line. a little angsty at the end because gojo is awful. also gojo has a big dick because it's my fic and what i say goes. also gratuitous swearing and italics.
notes: i feel like i need to apologise initially because of how terrible this whole thing is. i literally banged it out in a day and just wanted to get it posted... there are probably errors because i got sick of reading it, LMAO. this is p dark by the way, please please be careful with the triggers! hell is hot and i am going there! hope you enjoy my baby/monstrosity. <3
gojo satoru is the type of guy to exclusively go for 18-19 year olds simply because they’re so easy for him. his colleagues berate him for messing with kids 10 years his junior, but how can he help it when they flock to him like sweet little angels, begging to be desecrated?
he can somehow tell when they're virgins, says he can smell it. he sees it in first-year university students when he passes their campuses, which is something he does habitually, like a predator scouting out his prey. he recognises the twinkle in their gaze, the way their eyes crinkle into a naïve grin as they socialise with others.
he’s good to them for the first date or two, buttering them up till they’re soft and pliant for him to play with. the perfect gentleman, he’ll hold doors and pull out chairs, thriving on how they blush and bite their lip— evidently thinking: “ah, so this is romance.” they’re so easy to manipulate into falling in love with him, and satoru just can’t help himself.
and then there's you.
innocent and uncorrupted, you always have a smile and a kind word for everyone you encounter. whether your kindness is more than superficial or only skin-deep, satoru doesn't know; he doesn't care to find out. you'll do nicely for his next catch, he thinks to himself as he flashes a dazzling smile your way, chuckling as you reciprocate the act.
he’ll hold himself back when he has his arm around your waist on your first outing together, the gesture gentle and plenty chaste, restraining the hands that yearn to wander. when he leans across to the passenger seat of his car where you sit timidly with your legs neatly pressed together, he waits until your breath hitches, until he can smell the shampoo scent from your hair, then ducks his head to the side to press his lips to your cheek with a smile. he makes you feel like a high schooler again.
he’ll roll down his window as he watches you skip to your front door, waving goodbye excitedly once you turn around to see him off. he observes the flush on your cheeks and dreamy eyed expression you wear and understands that he's caught you— hook, line, and sinker. he knows he’s got you right where he wants you; he can barely wait to reap the fruits of his hard work.
it's around the third date that he starts getting impatient.
gojo satoru's not one to persevere needlessly or expend more than minimum effort, so the fact that you shyly avoid his advances is displeasing to him. he's done everything on his usual checklist: he's complimented you excessively, smiled charmingly as you became flustered, paid for everything, brought you flowers— so what was the problem? you continue to shuffle away from the hand placed tenderly on your thigh and always pull away from a kiss once it began to deepen.
it's tempting to give up, but satoru figures that the chase is half of the fun.
this time, as he drives you to your apartment, he asks if there's somewhere he can park. you fiddle with your fingers in your lap as you reply that you're not sure there's anywhere free— yet he responds with another display of his wealth.
"well, i'll just pay off whoever's space this is. i'm sure they won't mind."
he pulls in smoothly and parks his car, turning to you with a characteristically irresistible smirk.
"thank you for tonight." you beam at him, collecting your things and readying yourself to leave. "i really enjoyed myself, satoru."
"glad to hear it, baby. you know i love to spoil you."
you steady your nerves and lean in to meet satoru halfway, this being the first time you've initiated a kiss— you press your lips to his briefly, then gaze at him for a moment, an endeared smile quirking up the corners of your mouth before pulling away and reaching for the car door.
"well, goodnight—"
suddenly satoru is there, opening the car door for you and offering a hand to help you stand up.
"i can't let a pretty baby such as yourself go unaccompanied, right? let me walk you to your door to make sure you're safe."
you're immediately bashful, your gaze dropping to the floor as you take his hand and get out of the car— (right now, satoru envisages your thoughts to be centred around what a gentleman he is).
"thank you, satoru. you're honestly too kind." you feel your cheeks heat up as you lead him by the hand to the elevator of your apartment building and press the button, turning to him with a sort of dazed smile— you worry that he can see the imaginary love hearts floating around your head. he encases your hand in his, his much longer digits wrapping around yours.
"look at how small your hands are compared to mine," satoru muses out loud, his other hand coming up to caress the hair framing your face as the elevator doors close, "but then again, you're tiny in general."
"i'm not that—" you go to protest, but you trail off as you feel your back hit the wall and look up to find satoru looming over you.
"baby, please. sometimes i worry i'm gonna break you." his voice drops an octave as the hand that was by your cheek drops down and drifts to the base of your neck, his fingers closing lightly around it. "more often i think about how i wouldn't mind doing so."
you let out a shaky breath, your nerves evident as your eyes dart to the side to check what floor the numerical display tells you you're at.
"satoru, it's my floor, what if someone—" you stumble over your words, your voice dying away as you wriggle breathlessly out of his grasp while the doors open. you slip away from his form, but he's quick to catch up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind to press your front against your own door.
"satoru—"
"why do you keep pushing me away, huh?" satoru's voice is close to your ear, and you can hear him inhaling your scent deeply.
"i... w-what?" you stutter, feeling your heart rate pick up.
"i know you want it." he states it like it's a fact. "don't think i can't tell, because i can."
"i—" you try to interject, but he's not done.
"even if you don't know you want it, i can tell that your body does. it's craving me, baby, can't you feel it?" his words coincide with a gentle roll of his hips against yours, and oh, you can feel that alright.
"you can feel what you do to me, right? you feel that? it's you. it's all for you, honey."
you swallow heavily, your fingers reaching for your keys clumsily, hyper-aware that anyone could walk past. "i... i'm flattered, i am, i just—" you scramble to get your key in the lock and turn it, pushing open the door and ducking forward to once again slip out of satoru's grasp.
just then, you realise your mistake. in your hurry to avoid the prying eyes of your neighbours, you've just let satoru into your apartment. his smile is hungry as he backs up until you hear the click of your door closing again.
"of course, you're right. i don't wanna share the sight of you with anyone else. you're a smart little one, hm?"
you edge away from him as he grows closer, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over the couch.
"quit running away from me, baby. or, is this your thing? you like being chased, huh? who would've thought such a sweet little thing would have such dirty—"
"i don't!" you blurt out, your body trembling all of a sudden from anticipation (or is it fear? you're not sure.) "i don't have any things, this isn't— i wouldn't know, i mean, i've never done—"
he's caught you, again, like you're trapped in a game of cat and mouse. his strong hold on your hips pulls you towards him and keeps you there.
"never done this before, huh? go on, i wanna hear you say it." his grin only grows as you squirm in embarrassment.
"you know what i mean, i don't wanna say it..."
satoru cocks his head, his tone somewhat condescending. "but, baby, how am i supposed to know what you're talking about? i'm not a mind reader. use your words."
"i've never... uh..." you shift uncomfortably on your feet, "had... sex." your voice drops to mumble the last word.
he tilts his head back and laughs for a second as you stand there, humiliated, before he brings his face close to yours.
"oh, baby. you're so cute. darling, you think i don't know? it's written all over you."
"... it is?" your face falls, and satoru can't resist cradling your face with his large hand and running his thumb over your cheek affectionately. all of a sudden he spots the open door of your bedroom from behind you and leads you there with your hand in a firm hold before you can realise what's happening. he sits himself down on your bed and pats the spot next to him, but you hesitate. he stares up at you with a glint of something unidentifiable in his irises before he tugs you down onto his lap, arranging your clumsy limbs to straddle him. you gasp and pull back a little in shock, but then you can feel his lips on your neck, trailing wet kisses down onto your collarbone and you feel like you're suffocating.
"i'm scared," you whisper, and satoru hums appreciatively against your skin, before flipping your positions and placing you gently down onto the mattress before climbing over you and caging you in.
"i know, sweetheart." he purrs. "don't you trust me?"
you nod your head quickly. "of course i do! i just.. i don't know if i'm ready to—"
he cuts you off with his lips against yours, hushing you.
"shh, shh, baby. trust me, alright? i'm gonna make you feel so good."
"gojo, please." you squirm and kick your feet a little, suddenly feeling panic course through your veins, and he curses under his breath; you swear you feel him shudder.
"are you saying you don't like me, y/n?" his face falls into a frown, and you feel guilty.
"i do!! i like you, a lot."
"well, this is what adults do when they like each other."
"i know that," you insist, "i'm not stupid, i just..." you're lost for words momentarily, and satoru interjects piercingly.
"if you really liked me, you'd let me do this."
"i do like you." your voice cracks just a little, barely above a whisper as your face crumples.
"do you want to make me happy, honey?"
"yes." you breathe out.
"good." satoru's expression breaks into a soft smile once again. "i know what's best for you, okay? i'd never do anything to harm you, you know that."
"i know that," you repeat quietly.
"you can trust me. i'll take care of you, little one." his thumb swipes tenderly across your bottom lip, before slipping into the cavern of your mouth and pressing down on your velvety tongue. you close your eyes momentarily, soothed by his tone— you've stopped squirming by now.
"good girl. you don't need to worry about anything, alright? don't go stressing your pretty little head, just keep it nice and empty for me. i'll take care of everything."
you find yourself nodding at his words, feeling compelled to do as the older man says and to trust him.
his lips are making their way down your neck again, taking longer this time as he sucks marks into your pristine skin, nipping with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. he's impatient to remove your clothing, gently prompting with "arms up for me, precious," and "lift your hips... attagirl." you whine in embarrassment as your arms reflexively come up to cover your chest. satoru tuts in displeasure, easily pinning your arms to your sides and chastising you. "ah-ah, don't you hide from me. i want to see all of you."
you fidget, but obediently keep your arms down once satoru releases his grip on them, turning your head away as your cheeks heat up even further. he pulls his own shirt off over head before rejoining you on the bed.
"you're so pretty." he praises, cupping your chest in his large hands and kneading gently, looking up at your face as he presses kisses all over, his tongue circling your pebbled nipple before he takes it into his mouth, causing your back to arch, pressing yourself more onto his face. he releases you with a lewd pop, and you feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he moves to give the same treatment to the other side. your body shifts underneath him, and you let a small moan escape your parted lips. satoru smirks, satisfied with his handiwork, and continues his trail down onto your tummy.
"it tickles." you breathe out, giggling breathlessly at the sensation.
"yeah?" his smirk grows into a smile. "what tickles, this?" he licks a stripe across your skin, and you wriggle, your hands coming to try to push him away by his shoulders in vain.
satoru chuckles too, and you don't realise that he's edged further down until you feel pressure against your clothed core, a gasp interrupting your mirth. your thighs involuntarily attempt to close, but it proves futile considering satoru's presence and the fact that he's using his palms to hold your legs apart.
"these are sweet." he traces a finger along the hem of the white lace panties you're wearing. "did you wear 'em for me? no need to be shy, lovely. you really did want this all along, right?"
you go to speak, but find yourself choking on a whine instead as you feel something warm and wet contact your heat over your panties, satoru's saliva soaking the fabric.
"i can smell how much you want it, baby." he inhales deeply, before hooking his fingers underneath the fabric and ripping it, drawing a yelp from you, before peeling away the flimsy material to expose you.
"oh, look at you. you're so cute, darling." he licks his middle finger before gently drawing it through your folds. your hips jerk at the brief contact with your clit as satoru repeats the motion a second time. "and so sensitive, too." he spreads your lips with his thumbs, then dives in to lick a straight line across your entrance, lapping at your clit.
your whole body seizes up, and your thighs squeeze tight around satoru’s head— it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before, all warm and wet and so good.
“feels good, huh?” his tone is cocky as his left hand snakes up to push down on your tummy, keeping you down. “try not to squirm so much, angel. can you do that for me?”
you nod instantly, stuttering out your apologies and lying back down, trying and failing to calm the rapid rising and falling of your chest as you attempt to breathe. satoru dips his head back level with your core again, and the languid strokes of his tongue have your muscles clenching— once he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, you practically squeal. the combination of his skilled tongue and his fingertips rubbing over your entrance have a coil building up somewhere below your stomach, tighter and tighter until—
“wh- why did you stop?” you whine in protest, but it quickly turns into a whimper as you feel his finger entering you. it’s long and slender, and when it crooks up to rub against you, your legs kick involuntarily. “sorry—” you gasp out, wincing a little as you feel a second finger breach your entrance, stretching you out too soon. “ow, satoru—”
“hush, baby, it’ll feel good soon.” the way he dismisses your pained whimpers makes you feel like a scolded child, and your eyes glass over with sudden tears. satoru doesn't notice, as he's preoccupied with hauling you back towards him from where you've squirmed up the bed and curling his fingers together to hit the spot that makes your hips jump despite your watery eyes. he glances up briefly, but doesn't take much notice of your expression. "aw, don't cry, honey. if you can't take my fingers, i don't know how you're gonna take my cock. you're so tight..." he trails off, circling your clit with his thumb. once your sniffles quiet down and gradually turn into moans, he attempts squeezing in a third finger, which you don't take well to, and the tears start anew. satoru sighs exasperatedly and stills his fingers momentarily to shift himself back up to where your face is.
"oh, baby. does it hurt? you probably can't reach this spot with your little fingers, right? need me to do it for you, huh?"
you hiccup and open your eyes to meet his lustful gaze. he makes a condescending, sympathetic noise, pouting a little to match your expression and leaning down to press his lips to yours, but he can't hide his smile.
"i promise, it'll feel amazing once you relax. y'know, not all guys would be this considerate and stretch you out real nice like i am. you're worth it though, princess. you're lucky you're losing your virginity to a good guy like me." he grins, leaning in and kissing you messily to keep you quiet while his fingers pick up speed. he can feel you writhing beneath him, but he easily overpowers you, holding you in place while your muffled moans rise in volume.
he pulls back a little for breath and revels in how loud you whine for him.
"wanna come, baby?"
you're speechless, eyes shut tight and mouth wide open, and you're only able to nod.
"you want to? say please. beg me to make you come."
"p-lease, please, i wanna—"
satoru tuts and cocks his head at you. "can't understand you, sweetheart." he makes his voice high pitched and whiney to mock you, "'please, please', please what? ask me properly."
"i wanna come! please, make me, fuck— i'm—" you squeal, your movements and rapidly clenching walls betraying the fact that the coil in your tummy already snapped.
in a second, you're empty, left trying to calm your breathing rate as you hear the sound of a zipper being undone and see satoru pushing down his slacks and boxers. his cock slaps up against his toned stomach, now free from its restraints, and it's huge. you're intimidated, trying to pull yourself up on your elbows and away, but your jelly limbs betray you. satoru can easily hook his arms underneath your thighs, pulling you to him as your hands scrabble for grip on the sheets.
"wait, you're— now? wait, satoru—" every word is laced with a fearful whine, and you're sure that that certainly won't fit in you. "i can't, it won't—"
"you can and it will." satoru cuts off your rambling simply, using a strong arm to push your knees up to your chest to put you in a mating press while he spits on his other hand and wraps it around his cock, slicking it up with a groan. it suddenly occurs to you that he hasn't touched himself this whole time, and if the angry redness of his tip isn't enough to go on, the almost feral eagerness in his eyes tells you that he's not gonna go easy on you. you feel the head of his cock lined up with your entrance, rubbing against your oversensitive clit, and tear up preemptively.
"don't worry, sweetheart, you'll take it all. even if i have to make you."
and it hurts when he pushes in. he keeps going and going, and you're sure you're going to split in half, thrashing aimlessly as you wail.
"oh, god. fuck, baby. you're so fucking tight, try and relax a little, let me in."
and there's still more.
"please, i ca-an't, it hurts! it hurts, it hurts—" your words are interrupted by your sobs, your hands reaching to claw at satoru's bicep, trying fruitlessly to get him to let up for just a second.
"shh, baby, shh, you're almost there! just a little more and you've done it, sweetheart. quit running— i know you can take it, 'cause you're my good girl, right? c'mon, precious, you feel so good. i know it hurts, but just— fuck— take it."
and so you do. you dig your nails into his skin and cry until he's fully seated in you.
"good girl, good girl. you did it! shh, stop crying, i'm all the way in. i'm so proud of you, my best girl." satoru shivers as he praises you, feeling you clench around him.
that one phrase pulls you out of your head, blinking through your tears and sniffling as you stare up at him. "you're... proud of me?"
satoru smiles, looking almost amused, and you don't notice the malicious glimmer in his eyes as he nods and reassures you, using his free hand to push your hair back from your face. you're sure it's a mess of tears, snot, and drool, but he looks at you like you're the prettiest work of art he's ever seen— his work of art, his creation.
and to you, quite frankly, he looks like a god. his hair's pushed back, his smooth skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, his muscles taut, and though he's the source of the throbbing pain in your gut, his eyes are gazing lovingly down at you. satoru swears he sees the stars swimming around in your irises.
"feel better?" he asks gently after a while of stillness, slowly pulling out of you until just the head of his cock remains inside you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. you nod, because the stinging pain has now reduced to a dull ache. "good job, little one. now, let me make you feel good."
his hips begin to piston, slowly at first, so you feel the drag of his cock against your velvety walls. when he gradually speeds up, the combination of the stretch and sensitivity from your previous orgasm has you creaming on his cock almost instantly as your eyes roll back, a ring of milky white mixing with the blood from your deflowering as you twitch beneath him.
"fuck." he groans, his grip on your knees tightening as the power behind his thrusts increases, driving you into overstimulation. "your pussy hugs me so good, shit. the best i've had in a while, might have to keep you around. you want that, honey? you wanna be my toy for a while?"
you're not coherent enough to give a real answer, your whole body moving with the force of each thrust, tits and thighs jiggling while you try to muster a nod.
satoru breathes out a laugh. "i think that's a yes." he lets your legs fall from your chest and out to each side of you, giving him free access to pinch your nipples or rub your clit. you spasm each time he does, too fucked out to resist the overstimulation, so instead you just cry his name and clutch onto his wrist with a weak grip.
"satoru, fuck— love you..." your words are all jumbled up, but satoru picks up on what you slur out.
"you love me? aw, precious. i love you too." you don't quite pick up on his somewhat mocking tone, and your reddened lips curve into a dumb smile, that same dumb smile that satoru noticed the first time he saw you on campus. "if you love me, you'll let me come inside, right?"
even if you opposed him (which, of course, you didn't), it would've been too late; through your mindless haze you feel him filling you up, feel his hips stutter and slow and his heavy breaths as he stays snug inside you.
"i mean, fuck, baby." satoru uses the last of his effort to switch your positions around, cradling you as he sits up groggily and shifts, with you in his lap, to lay his head on your pillow with you settled on top of him.
"you alright, honey? you in there?" he looks down at you, drooling on his chest with a blissed-out expression on your features. your eyelids flutter open for a moment before closing again, and you give a pleased hum.
satoru sighs contentedly, petting your hair tenderly. "man, you really gave me a hard time in the beginning, but look at you now. all stupid for me, huh? did i fuck you dumb, baby? is there anything at all in that little head of yours?" he taps your forehead lightly to no response, realising that your exhausted body has finally given in to sleep.
"i feel a little guilty, actually." satoru muses quietly as he closes his eyes. "i reckon i've ruined you for other guys. moulded you to the shape of my cock, heh. i don't think anyone's gonna want my sloppy seconds, babydoll. but, don't you worry. i'm keeping you around for a while."
or at least, that's what he promises in his post-orgasmic euphoria. in truth, he doesn't have the attention span for any sort of commitment; after all, who would play with a toy after it's broken? so he'll keep you warming his bed until the next pretty young thing wandering around campus catches his eye, a shiny new toy to add to his collection, and the cycle will start all over again.
what can he say? there are some bad habits you just can't quit.
guys HELP …. this perv gojo thing started as just a collection of thoughts and now it’s a fully fledged monster 😭 i reckon it’ll be at least 3k words, probably dropping tonight or tomorrow, haha..
guys HELP …. this perv gojo thing started as just a collection of thoughts and now it’s a fully fledged monster 😭 i reckon it’ll be at least 3k words, probably dropping tonight or tomorrow, haha..
guys i am sorry for not putting a read more thingy on my naoya drabble 💔💔 i wanted to i just couldn’t figure out how to i hope it’s not clogging up anyone’s dash or tags or anything 💔💔 also i hope ur all doing amazing thank you sm for following me i am so flattered and thankful <3
I read it in public but I just know I'm gonna read it again when I'm in the safety of my own bedroom👀
Honestly my naoya brainrot right now is unreal I'm always desperate for new content so thank you for providing us with your writing🙏
i’m so so glad you liked it !!!!! thank you so much <3___<3 i feel i’m a bit rusty at writing and i’ve also never written naoya before, so i hope i did him justice <3
“i like my women quiet, and now i think you’ll do nicely.”
make it fit — naoya zenin.
warnings:
misogyny, a lot of it. T__T. naoya is really mean, dubcon/noncon(?), choking, size kink, dacryphilia, drool (it’s all just gross), degradation, praise but you can see the ulterior motive behind it, dumbification, one mention of a corpse.
word count: 854.
notes: i am... back from the dead?!? with this really gross awful unproofread misogynist naoya drabble. i have to credit @sukirichi, i’ve been reading a lot of your naoya stuff recently and it was so good that i somehow awoke from my 8 month writing coma to bang out this mini monstrosity. thanks for the inspo!!! <3 p.s. reader has female anatomy and gets called ‘good girl’ !
“you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he hisses, hips rolling into yours without regard for your comfort, forcing in what wouldn’t fit when he tried caring about your tears. “it took me so fucking long to get into your panties, i took you on so many— so many shitty dates, and let you talk about your boring self as if i was interested.” his voice is seething, the panties in question currently stuffed between your lips, muffling your sobs and resulting in a collection of drool from the sides of your mouth. his movements are animalistic, and you think about how stupid you were to believe he could actually care for you.
“and once i do manage to get you into bed,” he continues, a growl in his tone accompanying a particularly harsh thrust, “you won’t even let me fuck you. i tried to be nice, stretch you out a little, play with your stupid little cunt to shut you up for just a minute, but no—“ his voice suddenly becomes girlish and mocking, evidently an attempt to humiliate you further: “‘i can’t, i can’t— it hurts, stop—‘, such a fucking baby.”
he returns to his usual pitch to spit the insult right at your face, which is already streaked with tears, your cheeks hot and covered in smudged makeup- (you think back to getting yourself dolled up for the date, eager to see him again. he’s nothing like other guys, you’re sure! he’s so polite and charming, not at all like the sleazebags who usually try and chat you up. it’ll be different this time, you reason. you witness your vision tinge with black and feel his hand tighten around your throat, and realise how wrong you were.)
his grip releases your limp wrists- you’re fucked too dumb to try and push him off any more- and reaches for your chest, flicking a pert nipple with a harsh finger.
“fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering for just a second before he pulls out, flipping your ragdoll-like body over and slipping in again, “you’re so wet... are you sure you weren’t pretending about it hurting, sweetheart?” his tone has turned condescending, and you hate how the nickname he’d used on your first meeting can still affect you. your answer never comes, evidently, and he chuckles darkly as he pushes your head down into the mattress by the back of your neck.
“god, you’re so much prettier when you keep your mouth shut, baby. no more— yapping, and rambling about your interests that i don’t care about, you’re so perfect like this. my personal fucktoy, huh? aren’t you my good toy now?”
it’s cruel, and he knows you can’t reply, so he yanks your head up by your hair, the sting causing you to cry out, and makes you nod for him.
“that’s right, baby. you don’t need to talk. i like my women quiet, and i think now you’ll do nicely.”
he lets your head fall to the bed again, your cheek smushed against the sheets as he pauses the pounding of his hips to reach for your face, grabbing the fat of your flushed cheeks and pulling the now soaked panties out from between your swollen lips.
“i’m sure you’ll know better than to take this as permission to speak, darling.”
words race through your thoughts, comprising contempt and indignance along with pleas- you try to say “please don’t stop”, “it feels so good” and the like, but it all comes out as slurred syllables; he fucks you so good to the point that you’ve lost the articulateness that you’re always so proud of.
“you good, honey?” he gazes at your face, and the way your tongue is lolling out of your mouth, drooling. “oh, you’re so gross.” the sentence is said with an obvious grin, the bastard’s proud of his handiwork. “but you know i love it.” his strong hand lets go of your face, instead moving to uncharacteristically gently move your hair from your face where it’s stuck to the mix of saliva and tears- the juxtaposition reminds you again of how you’d truly thought that he’d cared.
his hips are pistoning again, slower this time; you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your velvet walls. a tap to your temple brings you out of your stupor- you’re mindless, you’re a mess, it’s humiliating, but he smiles down at you. “you still in there?” he taps again at your forehead and your eyes slide closed. “hey, hey. look at me. i don’t wanna fuck a corpse, you won’t squeeze me as good then.”
his remark somehow makes it through the fog in your brain and you blink up at him, chin crumpling and lips pouting in displeasure. “there y’are, baby. just wanted to make sure you’re still kicking.” the corner of his lip quirks up into a half-smile as his face comes close to yours, kissing the pout that’s formed there. he’s speeding up again and your eyes roll back into your head.
“there y’go. that’s my good girl. there’s still so much fun i’m gonna have with you.”
oh wow ok i’ve been very inactive this week since i’ve been in classes but thank you for all the follows and notes!! they’re much appreciated and i will definitely be putting out some new drabbles as soon as i have time <33
summary: self-indulgent and gross, a toxic dynamic that i’d adore to have with dabi. <3
tw: noncon, kinda dubcon at the start (i’m so sorry this is so gross he is just so mean)
tags: dumbification, degradation and a tiny bit of praise, very brief petplay (being called a mutt), facefucking, mentions of dacryphilia, abundant cussing
wc: a little over 1k
notes: my first fic, eek!! >_< i know this is pretty nasty but i’m hoping to find some similar minded people who don’t mind it hehe… thank you so much for reading my very first post! <3
you had never thought that joining the league of villains would leave you in such a favourable position: living in the lap of luxury with no responsibilities whatsoever, all your needs taken care of without you even needing to lift a finger. then again, you’re not exactly the type the league are eager to recruit- a little scrawny, your quirk pretty average.
all this came about from a drunken night spent with the one and only dabi. your saviour, you reckon, as he brought you home after finding you wandering the streets with your heels clutched in your grasp, where only god knows what could’ve happened to you. it’s lucky that dabi thought you were so pretty with tears streaking down your cheeks, and you, without knowing who he was, had went along with his ministrations because it felt fucking good, and you didn’t want the feeling to end. he liked how you looked so much that the next morning he asked if you’d like to become a permanent member- though you didn’t miss the way flames flickered at his fingertips as you deliberated on his offer with a heavy swallow, realising what your fate would be if you tried to run.
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