TAGS: Satoru Gojo/Reader, Explicit, PWP, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Dominant/Cocky Gojo, Sensory Details, Starting In Media Res, FEM!Reader.
DISCLAIMER / READER WARNING: All characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. There is no familial, blood, or fraternal relationship between any of the characters. This work contains explicit sexual content, including graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, and adult themes. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with such material, please do not read or continue.
The air in the room was thick with heat and the wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping skin. Satoru Gojo had her bent over the edge of the bed, one big hand splayed across the small of her back, pinning her down while his other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks. His cock was buried to the hilt inside her, thick and scorching, stretching her open on every brutal thrust.
“Fuck—look at you,” he groaned, voice low and rough with pleasure, that usual cocky lilt still there even as he fucked into her like he owned her. “Taking me so goddamn deep. You’re dripping all over my cock, you know that? Soaking the sheets.”
He pulled almost all the way out, the fat head of his cock catching on her rim with a wet, obscene pop, then slammed back in hard enough to rock the bed. The impact punched a broken moan out of her throat. Satoru laughed under his breath, the sound dark and delighted.
“Yeah, that’s it. Let me hear it. Don’t you dare hold back.” His hips snapped forward again, faster now, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt filling the room. Every thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside her, sending sharp sparks of pleasure racing up her spine. “Feel that? That’s me rearranging your insides, sweetheart. And you’re still clenching like you want more.”
He leaned over her, chest pressing to her back, the heat of his body searing. One hand slid under her to cup her breast, fingers pinching and rolling her nipple roughly while he kept fucking her in deep, grinding strokes. His breath was hot against the side of her neck.
“You’re shaking already,” he murmured, teeth grazing her ear. “Poor thing. Can’t even handle me properly, can you? Look at how your legs are trembling. Pathetic…”
He pulled out completely this time, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, spreading her thighs wide with his knees. His cock—shiny with her slick, flushed dark and heavy—slapped against her clit as he lined up again.
Satoru’s blindfold was still on, but the way he looked down at her felt intense anyway. He grinned, that signature shit-eating smirk, and pushed back inside in one long, relentless slide.
“Ahh—there we go. Full again.” He started thrusting once more, harder, the wet slap of his balls against her ass loud and filthy. One hand found her throat, not squeezing hard, just resting there possessively while the other pushed one of her knees higher, opening her wider. “You’re so tight it’s almost annoying. Trying to milk me already? Greedy little cunt.”
Every stroke was deep and punishing, the head of his cock kissing her cervix on the hardest thrusts. Sweat slid down the sharp lines of his abs, dripping onto her stomach. The scent of sex—salt and musk and her own arousal—hung heavy between them.
“Say it,” he ordered, voice breaking just a little on a particularly deep thrust. “Tell me how good it feels getting ruined by the strongest. Come on. I wanna hear that pretty voice crack.”
When she tried to answer, the words came out broken and stuttering, half-moans and gasps. Satoru’s grin widened.
“Aww, can’t even form sentences? That’s adorable.” He fucked her harder, the bedframe slamming against the wall. “Guess I’ll just have to keep going until you can’t think at all. Until the only thing left in that head is my cock and how much you need it.”
He shifted the angle, grinding the base of his shaft against her clit with every thrust, and the pleasure turned sharp and overwhelming. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him, wetter than ever, the filthy sounds growing louder. Satoru’s breathing grew ragged, that teasing confidence still dripping from every word even as his own control started to fray.
“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it—you’re pulsing around me like crazy. Do it. Come on my cock. Make a mess. I want to feel you fall apart while I’m still buried inside this perfect, filthy little hole.”
He didn’t slow down. If anything he drove into her faster, chasing her orgasm and his own, hips snapping with brutal precision. The wet, lewd noise of their bodies meeting filled the room along with her broken cries and his low, satisfied groans.
“That’s it—fuck, yes—squeeze me just like that. God, you feel unreal. Gonna fill you up so deep you’ll be leaking me for days. You want that? Want me to breed this greedy cunt until you’re dripping?”
His hand left her throat to slide between them, two fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight, filthy circles while he kept pounding into her. The dual sensation was too much. Her orgasm hit hard, walls clamping down around his cock in rhythmic waves, soaking him even more. Satoru cursed under his breath, thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release.
“Shit—taking me so well—gonna come—right there—”
He slammed in one final time and came with a deep, guttural groan, cock pulsing hard as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her. The heat of it flooded her, overflowing around his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets in messy streaks. He kept grinding through it, milking every last drop, hips rolling in slow, filthy circles while he painted her insides.
Even after he finished, Satoru stayed buried deep, breathing hard, that cocky smile still playing on his lips as he looked down at the mess he’d made of her.
“Not bad,” he murmured, voice rough and satisfied, giving one more lazy thrust just to feel the wet slide of his cum. “But we’re nowhere near done. Hope you didn’t have plans… because I’m not pulling out anytime soon.”
