tags: mdni, lesbians, masturbation, stalking, fingering, cunnilingus, oblivious reader, heavy petting, not proof read
suguru's love was intoxicating, filling every one of your senses. her scent, the taste of her lips, the feeling of her skin against yours. you thrive on it all. you were obsessed with her.
but not as much as she was of you.
you didn't realize it. even before the two of you had officially met she had already known you. your favorite songs and perfume, your favorite piece of clothing, the colors of the walls in your room.
maybe it was a little extreme, but she justified it by telling herself that she would've learned these things anyways. you two being together was bound to happen, it didn't matter if she was a few steps ahead.
you didn't notice her at first but she noticed you. couldn't help to when she was walking with gojo by her side, you bumping into the white haired girl and looking up at her with a glint in your eyes. apologizing in such a sweet voice that suguru told herself she needed to hear again.
from then on nothing you did was hidden.
the same cafe's and restaurants you frequented were now her favorite spots to linger at. every path you took walking home was bookmarked in her mind. she had to make sure you were safe.
even when it was half past midnight, the only light in your room streaming in being the full moon shining on your white sheets and your pretty twisted expression, your hand tucked under the waistband of your panties, relieving stress you wouldnât have to worry about if you let her take her rightful place beside you in bed. let it be her fingers pumping in and out of you, her mouth on yours swallowing your moans, her other hand tangled with yours during all of it.
suguru could wait though, she could be patient if it was for you.
once the right time came and her scene was set, locking you down was easy. convincing you that every time she âaccidentallyâ bumped into you was a meet cute and every repeated interaction was âdestinyâ.
suguru was careful. didn't approach you when you were with any friends, made sure to corner you when no one else had your attention.
it was fairly easy, being that walking around alone and distracted was a bad habit of yours. you were prey amongst predators, with suguru you wouldnât have to fear that. sheâd take care of it.
but that's why you needed her, to protect you. to warn you.
â
before she knew it, you were her girlfriend. her fantasies turned into reality. your relationship with suguru was almost competitive. challenging each other on the basis of who could make the other happier. suguru was beat.
leading up to this day all suguru wanted to do was to consume you whole, and now she had the chance.
âsuâsugu, mmhpâ you started before suguru was shoving her tongue down your throat.
you were holding onto her, nails dragging down her shoulder blades in an attempt to steady yourself but it was useless. her long fingers were hitting spots inside of you that no one had ever reached.
swirling her fingertips through your gummy walls.
you couldnât figure out how she knew exactly what to do with you, considering this was your first night being intimate with each other.
the tension had been building since youâd met, light touches turned into forceful thrusts, whispers turned into deep bites littered across your collarbone.
it was like she was waiting for a countdown almost. but even with how rushed it seemed, suguru still took her time with you. getting you wet with a long make out session, toying with your clit through your panties before fingering you, praising you and practically worshipping your body every step of the way.
she could tell you held so much uncertainty about everything in your life but she would make sure you didnât feel that way about her.
tears were rolling down your face by your second orgasm, suguru had pulled away to watch your expression she had fallen in love with. your kiss bruised lips being tugged between your teeth, hoping you would break the skin so she could lick the blood off, wanting nothing more than to suck on your bottom lip.
fuck you were so beautiful with her stuffed inside of you.
she couldnât ignore the intense feeling in her chest, it was almost painful how much she was in love with you andâ
shit. judging by the way your eyes jumped open she had said that last part out loud.
and sure, it was a bit early to say those words but did it really matter if she meant it?
fuck. should she take it back in an attempt to not scare you away orâ
âyou do?â you asked, almost eager for a confirmation. before suguru could respond with words she nodded.
âi do. i love you.â she said, tired of holding herself back.
âi love you too.â to her surprise you didnât push her away. instead embracing her reverence for you.
seeing the glimmer in your eyes, allowing suguru to take you whole only intensified her feelings.
in a blink she was fully ripping the flimsy lace between your thighs and pushing them to your chest, ears almost touching your calves, holding you in a mating press and plunging her fingers back into you.
âoh fuck suguru!â you yelled before she positioned herself in front of your wet cunt.
suguru began sucking on your clit desperately before moving lower and pushing her tongue through your entrance. getting a taste of your arousal and feeling the smooth expanse of your walls while pressing your legs into your chest harder.
your whines only egged her on more, she could tell you were close, if she wasnât so impatient she wouldâve set a camera up to capture this moment forever.
but it was okay. because from now until forever sheâll have you.
Iâm literally so obsessed with your subby mommy room mate and Clark I have reread them several times. I would give anything to see how cry baby love dovey Clark acts jealous. Maybe he sees the room mate being gentle with someone else and heâs not used to being jealous but just he just comes to her pathetically for help, maybe even in front of the other person and someone else sees how subby he is for the room mate, idk I just need more of them Iâm obsessed
warning(s): explicit 18+, mommy kink, oral fixation, sub!clark, whiny baby clark, another installment to roommates au
clark wishes he could wipe his slate clean. go a week without crying, go a week without overthinking every minor glance and word spoken to him. everything felt deeply, devastatingly personal. of course heâs been told his sensitivity is his strength, that heâs able to feel things on a level many people couldnât even begin to reach, and he shouldnât try burying any of it or stifling whatâs really on his mind, in his heart. his very own roommate (who is so much more than that now) has told him so herself.
so he tries to do it. to be as raw and forthcoming about whatâs haunting him. confess whatâs actually got his every insecurity running wild.
itâs nine oâclock. theyâre in her room, of course. clarkâs room collects dust and remains empty, cold. she doesnât allow him to sulk alone in his room for long before sheâs beckoning him right back to hers, massaging his big arms, telling him about her most recent favorite movie. clark actively listens but something still felt off, like he was wearing his smile with too much effort behind it, like his eyes didnât match what he was trying to display. after his third very obviously fake laugh, she asks him if something got to him that heâs been trying to run away from.
clark sighs and knows he wore his heart on his sleeve. it was useless trying to hide anything from her. âIâŚ. I love you momma,â clark kisses her thigh. digs his head further in her lap, hands clasping over her thighs while he nuzzles himself deeper. he couldnât ever seem to get deep enough, close enough. âI love you so much. and you⌠you love me too? Iâm your baby boy?â
she plays with his hair and then turns his head to get a view of his facial expression, seeing it slapped all over his face when he was trying to hide an emotion or when he needed the validation. she looks into his eyes and finds both. observes the pout, the glint in his eye that told her that her answer will determine everything.
âof course. youâll always be my baby boy. you know I never get tired reminding you how loved you really are. especially by me,â she answers. plays with a curl while clark takes it in, tries to swallow more of his dreaded thoughts down that keep wanting to burst.
âyeah, yeah but you only want⌠me? you donât ever look at other guys and think they could⌠I donât know, kiss you better than I do? Iâm a lot. I just feel like Iâm too much sometimes.â
she squints and tries to ponder how to answer such a foolish, nonsense question. but she nevertheless was still proud of him for always spelling out his worries so clear.
âclark. clark look at me.â
his lip wiggles just at the commanding tone, ripping his head up and hoping he can outrun his impending tears.
âI will never,â she grabs his face and smooths her thumb right under his eye, âhave never thought of anyone else that could somehow measure up to who I have laying down on me right now. not ever. baby what would make you think that? you can tell me.â
the moment is still fresh in his mind. clark has hit pause and play and has replayed it so many times he gets sick at just the mere thought of it.
watching one of her coworkers laugh too loud at one of her jokes. compliment her for her homemade brownies she brought in and left for everybody in the breakroom. brushed off a stray piece of her hair that landed on the back of her shirt. clark feels steam coming out of his ears knowing heâs around her for eight hours a day, five days a week. when clark comes to her work to drop off some lunch for her, that same bald head is leaning in, completely hovering into her space with the help of some piss poor work excuse for why heâs invading her space. it disgusted clark. it made him want to lash out, get territorial, punch the man through the wall and then cry and suckle on his mommyâs tit until she forgave him for acting so out of line.
she couldnât help how sweet she naturally was. it was what made him fall for her, open up to her about all of his struggles so easily. she was a magnetic force that could unfortunately attract more guys than just clark.
âI just get scared that youâll see the best in someone else. youâre the most beautiful woman, and other men have eyes thatâthat frankly I want to gouge out for even trying to get a good look at you,â he rolls his own eyes, pressing his lips together to hold more back. âI want to protect you as much as you always protect me.â
âbaby, baby is this aboutââ
âI saw him,â clark uncontrollably interjects. âthat co-worker. you know the one. I saw him looking at your chest. and he uses any excuse toâto touch you, and I just want to know that youâre all mine and Iâm all yours, and that no one like himâs gonna get between us,â his voice cracks. a tear escapes from his eye and she wipes it off and keeps petting his hair, nodding her head in understanding.
âIâm telling you right here and right now, he is gross. to me, to a lot of the women around the office. Iâm pretty sure heâs invited most of them to his boat on weekends and it creeps me out. he has tried to ask about my personal life before,â she goes on. clarkâs grip on her thigh gets tightened unconsciously. âIâve told him that Iâm in love. I have someone at home that Iâm never letting go. no one could kiss me better than you. no one could fall asleep between my legs and look as cute as you do.â
âmommyâŚâ clark smiles, embarrassed as he sniffles and wipes another tear out from his eyes. âI just have to be your⌠your good boy, and I wanna please you. wanna be the best I can be for you so you donât start looking anywhere else. I know youâd get a lot of options, takers.â
âno one that could ever replace or compare to whatâs right in front of me.â
she swallows up a sob that threatens to leak from clarkâs throat as he helplessly kisses her back, moaning in her mouth as she ducks her head and lets her hair fall down around his face.
clark rubs her extended knees and quiets down more into the kiss the wetter it gets, tongues enmeshed in a brawl as he smoothly licks into her and tangles the tip of his with hers.
âI love you mommy.â
âI need you so much mommy.â
âcanât let anyone else have you.â
âIâm gonna be the only one.â
clark whimpers out strings of promises while he tugs at her shirt and latches right onto a nipple and suckles, humming like heâd been thirsty all this time. he gently laps at the bud and bites down just as gently too, going back in for a lick and a suck.
âmaybe he can look at your chest and dream about it but what he canât do is this.â
he eyes her, flicks his tongue and slips more of the fat of her breast in his mouth, leaving spit all over her as she vehemently nods in agreement.
clark keeps nursing like her tit is medicine for an everlasting fever. the animosity and the rage and the envy gets spat out and replaced with gut wrenching tenderness, a new wave of appreciation and even more love than was already there before.
âhe wishes he could suck on them. he wishes he could suck your clit too. but I do.â
clarkâs voice rasps and shakes, like heâs still convincing himself itâs real for him. he already has her. he doesnât have anything more to prove.
once his mouth goes back in he has quiet tears running freely from his closed eyes, humming with bittersweet enjoyment as he drunkenly sucks and trades off on each tit. feels his cock angrily flip upwards and roll up to his belly.
âonly you. only you baby boy. never gonna be anyone else.â
clarkâs eyes are still shiny and wet. the blue hue looks a lot darker. he still catches up to his runny nose with little sniffles.
âmommy only wants me?â
âmommy only loves you.â
clark leans up to gasp through a hiccuped sob, crying against her neck while he still layers kisses upon kisses and moves up and down her throat and then lands right back onto her lips.
âdonât let any creeps think they can just up and take me away from you. and so weâre clear, to be frank with you too, Iâve also thought about gouging those ugly fucking eyes out of his whenever he tries to stare at me.â
hearing that makes clark smile, chuckle. âI can make that happen.â
âmhmm. youâll arrange that for me?â
âoh yeah. you wonât even have to look at him on monday.â
she snorts out a long laugh at him, the laughter stretching her out and having her lie all the way back on her pillow. clark eagerly crawls up to the head of the bed to kiss her again, eat up the rest of her giggles as he maneuvers himself on top of her.
âdo you feel any better, baby? be honest,â she asks. trails kisses down his stunning jawline, even going in and licking along his throat.
âI feel amazing,â clark breathes. âknowing Iâm for you and youâre for me. and we can let them know. I can let them know.â clark murmurs like itâs a matter-of-fact.
âyeah? how are you gonna let them know, baby boy?â
clark just keeps his eyes on her the whole scoot back down, palming her knees and spreading them apart to accommodate his frame. kisses her clit through her panties after pulling down her sweatpantsâ waistband so they were below her ass.
âyouâll see.â
after clark spends a good hour with her clit riding on his face and getting suckled by his mouth, she cums a few times and they both get so riled up and ultimately sated that they each pass out while clark remains in position. face first in her pussy, one arm outstretched over her belly. he let a few more tears go after her first orgasm, feeling more blessed to be chosen and to be validated and cared for. it pained him so much to see a stranger trying to talk to her like he knew her, touch her with no sense of boundaries or manners. hates that heâs seen the bald man even pretend he doesnât know how to work a printer just so he could get her to bend over and âhelpâ him.
the next week comes around and clark shows up with a foot long sandwhich, a cookie, and a mini bundle of flowers to her work. meets her at her desk across from the touchy feely bald guyâs desk.
âhey baby,â clark greets. coming in for a loving kiss that he purposefully drags out, lets the smacking of their lips get a little loud to mark his claim. âI brought you lunch. these flowers were looking at me too. reminded me of you.â
âyouâre so cute, clark. thank you,â she eagerly accepts his handful of gifts, setting the flowers down and taking the food to put next to her empty lunchbox. âI have a vase thatâs gonna go perfect with these.â
clark can see the other man side eyeing them in his periphery. sitting in his envy, pretending heâs getting worked up about something on his computer, but clark knows itâs because itâs blatantly right in front of him that sheâs fucking taken.
âI can fill that up with water for you. donât get up, baby youâre already working too hard.â
clark dismisses any of her giggling and attempts at letting her set the flowers up, grabbing the vase and heading off to the hallwayâs water fountain to fill it up. he comes back and takes the flowers out of the plastic wrapping, setting them down while they sit and start to bloom so pretty.
clark looks down and even sees one of her shoes untied and doesnât think twice to get on a knee and grabbing her laces to tie them back up for her.
âcanât walk around with your shoes like that, you could trip,â he murmurs. doesnât try to even hide his sneaky kiss on her knee while he gets back up and then kisses her face a few more times. showing off to the guy six feet away whoâs been awkwardly clearing his throat, glancing over at them, likely wishing he could touch her in all the ways he is. clark even pulls up a chair to her cubicle, has her rest a leg in his lap while he gently squeezed and massaged the muscles above her ankle. takes the sandwich he prepared for her and holds the napkin in one palm as he fed every bite directly to her, ensuring she never had to so much as lift a finger to wipe her mouth. he does it all for her.
âI hope you like it,â clark says, sheepishly smiling as he watches her moan into another indulgent bite.
âlike it? baby, I love it.â
clark laughs and wipes her mouth again, grabbing her drink and handing it to her so she can wash some food down. âyouâre happy? getting full? I donât want you to have to work hungry.â
the PDA could have disgusted or charmed anyone, how clark dotes on her and ducks his head into her. how she plays with his hair and even calls him a good boy. the coworker sits in silence, watches it all happen in front of him, never getting up to leave the scene and never making a move to speak. allâs he does is stare, fold his arms, clear his throat and scratch his bald head, pretending any anguish stems only from work. certainly not from seeing clark come in and be all over her, to be the submissive, loving caring boyfriend that had all of her preferences memorized and got to kiss her as loud and long as he wants.
clark even plays dumb and pretends his watch is broken, putting on some puppy dog eyes to plead for her to try and fix it for him.
âyouâre better at this stuff than me, baby. I need help.â
he acts helpless and moans on purpose, ducking his head into her shoulder while she rolls her eyes and laughs, taking his wrist and finding he just needed to turn the gears so it was back on the correct hour.
âthank you so much, thank you. thank you,â he emphasizes again, a pointed look at her under his glasses before he leans in and kisses her temple, then her forehead, then her lips. it puts a bigger grin on clarkâs face when he hears a scoff, the screech of a chair before the bald man gets up and storms to the menâs restroom.
âyou did all of this on purpose, didnât you,â she laughs, scratching his scalp and running her fingers through his mop of floppy hair while clark just shrugs and plays dumb. says it mightâve been planned, mightâve not, but heâs more than happy with the outcome regardless of his intent.
later that night clark yells and cries while he pounds her, kisses her, cums inside her. she shushes all his whimpering and lets him plant his face back into her breasts so he can soothe himself with nursing. he calms down and eventually pulls out, leaving her pussy a wet, shiny mess that he hears before he even sees.
âI need to clean you up, momma,â he murmurs. doesnât wait for any response before heâs getting down to shove his face back between her legs and eats the cum right out of her, humming and slurping while she combs his hair and calls out his name while he licks her sensitive clit.
âall mine. all mine. and Iâm all yours,â clark breathes out to her pussy. gives kitten licks between each and every word. his tongue is all wet with his own cum and all her fluids mixed and combined together as one.
âthatâs right, baby boy. no one between us. no one to ever tear us apart.â
ânever,â clark whimpers, sliding himself back up to the head of the bed and kissing her, long and deep, possessive and sloppy. âmy mommy. mine.â
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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OH MY GOD. also thank you thank you anon!! I appreciate your support so much and everyoneâs too omg im super grateful and happy people enjoy these subby crybaby clark fics
i yearn for my soft, structured life where i wont have to worry about the things i do now. i will be so loved that there will be no room left for doubt. i will live comfortably where i cant think about a bill i might not be able to pay. i will eat rich foods of all kind, so full and satisfied before i rest my head. i will give so graciously, i will be everything my father was not. i will look back on moments like this and laugh because i made my dreams come true. so much worry for nothing
This man is so fucking irritating in the best way possible.
He loves taunting you when youâre crying under him as his veiny, warm, bulging cock slides inside your little wet, creamy pussy. When you tell him to have some sort of mercy on your already well-fucked cunt, he just mimics your plead and challenge you to do something about it. Knowing you canât.
âOhhh!â
He copied your moan again in your ear, grinning smugly. He knows exactly what heâs doing when heâs fucking you like thisâhis cock is just so huge. You want him to stop teasing you. Heâs been doing this for several hours and itâs making you sad. You donât like this game anymore. âStop d-doing that!â You sniffled and swallowed. He hums teasing. âMmmh..â he pretends to think about it and deadpans his voice. âNo.â
âWha?â You look at him with puppy eyes at his answer. He has you in a locked full Nelson, his undeniable strength is keeping you in place. He repeats after you in your whiny tone and exaggerates it. âWha?â You see his grin grow. Before you can respond he purposely speeds up inside you. You squeal and moan. âH-heyyy!â Now heâs ignoring you and fucks your pussy like a sex toy. âDo something about it. Crybaby.â He says. You click your teeth in irritation and sadness.
You canât do anything about it.
âSh-shut the fuck up!â Heâs hitting all your nerves.
âNo.â He simply denies.
His hips go faster into you and youâre on the edge of sobbing. âStop it!â You cry, voice raw. âMh-mhh..â he says teasingly. He knows you hate it when heâs teasing you during sex. Because then it just turns into him just being a meanie to you and your pussy. âStop ittt!â He mocks you again. He bounces you on his cock and you sob harder, he has to and will make sure you feel it until your wailing. âJust a little crybaby, hm?â You want to just cry. Itâs so embarrassing and humiliating. Itâs true though, you do cry a lot when youâre overstimulated. So now heâs just pointing it out. You try to defend yourself but then heâll just go faster and further prove his point when more sobs come from you.
âI hate YOUUUUUHHH!!â
âOh please, cry me a river. Crybaby.â
And he makes you take itâyou scream and squeal until all you can do is cry pathetic sobs as he fucks your pussy into a sickening orgasm. And then he makes you take more because your cries are so cute.
pairings â Perverted Bestfriend! Nerdjo x Popular Naive! Fem Reader.
ę°ŕžŕ˝˛ŕ§§ synopsis â heâs your best friend, of course you guys are super close. he says itâs okay because itâs normal, all best friends do the things that you guys do!
wc: 2.3k
warnings/tags: NSFW. MDNI 18+. college au, heavy corruption kink. sweet popular naive fem! reader (sheâs a bit airheaded) x secretly vile and perverted! nerdjo (heâs actually a little sick in the head). dumbification, dollification, praise & degradation, somnophillia, dacryphillia, dubcon and noncon themes, coercion, power imbalance, emotional dependency, lots of masturbation on gojoâs end, facefucking, blowjob, spit, possessiveness, slight breeding kink, blackmailing, videotaping, heavy manipulation, gaslighting. satoru is lowkey sweet then cruel, doting then mean asf. no official relationship â just psychological ownership.
you were the girl everyone loved. the campus sweetheart. thatâs what they called you. the girl who smiled at everyone, brought cookies to study groups, and somehow aced (or appeared to ace) all of her work because of her best friend was always there to âhelp.â you were sunshine in human formâsoft cardigans, pleated skirts that fluttered when you walked, glossy lips that always curved in that gentle and slightly vacant smile. everyone loved you. but gojo? he owned you.
you met him in freshmen chem. he was the towering lanky nerd who wore oversized hoodies and framed glasses that always seemed to slide down his nose. always scribbling notes at an impossible speed while you stared at the periodic table like it was written in hieroglyphics. he offered to tutor you after you bombed the first quiz. you said yes because he was nice. safe. funny in that dry sarcastic way that made you giggle behind your hand. he was always polite, always offering to explain concepts in that patient, soft voice âyouâre too pretty to stress like this,â he said once, pushing up his glasses with a shy smile. you thought it was endearing. he was the smartest person you knew yet he never made you feel stupid for needing help.
he became your best friend almost overnight. how could he not?
he helped you study all the timeâby which he meant he did most of the work while you sat prettily in his dorm, legs tucked under one of the soft little skirts he brought you.
âit makes you feel empowered, right? like you own the room,â heâd coo with a boyish grin, eyes hidden behind those lenses as he watched how itâd ride up your thighs. youâd twirl for him in his dorm, oblivious to the way his eyes devoured the way the hem barely covered your ass. âwear this for me? i picked it out thinking of you.â youâd send him dozens of photos for âfeedbackââoutfits pics for every new piece he ordered with his familyâs black card which you accepted with open arms, you loved that he looked out for you always. pleated skirts that barely covered anything when you bent over, expensive little dresses.
he saved every single one in a locked album on his phone named âmy pretty girl.â heâd scroll through them, zooming in on the way fabric clung to your tits, the innocent little peace signs you made. he jerked off to them under his desk late at night, biting his sleeve so his roommate wouldnât hear him, cumming all over the thesis he was supposed to be writing for you.
you never noticed how his breathing hitched during your late-night phone calls.
ââand he ghosted me, toru. i thought he really liked me.â
satoru leaned back in his gaming chair, one hand lazily stroking his thick cock under the desk while the other held the phone up to his ear. âshh, sweetheart. he didnât deserve you. none of them do. youâre way too good for those losers.â satoruâs responses always were perfect â soft, reassuring, steady, comforting, all while his fist pumped faster at the sound of your hiccups. thumbing the head when you let out one particular pathetic, broken sob. fuck, the way you criedâso delicate, so broken. he imagined those same tears streaming down your face as you gagged on his cock, mascara running down those puffy cheeks, lips stretched wide and swollen. he came hard when you whimpered âi just really want someone who really sees me,â painting his fist while murmuring âi see you. youâre safe with me. iâve got you,â whispering sweet nothings to you until you calmed down.
you never suspected a thing.
he loved keeping you dependent on him. there were times when you tried to study alone sometimes or attend a professorâs office hours â determined to be better. satoru would lean over your shoulder, voice honey-sweet and condescending âwhy bother with that when i can just do it for you? youâre too pretty to fry the brain on this.â heâd gently take the text book from your hands, the way words sounded like praise, but they carved away at your confidence bit by bit. murmuring âsuch a dumb little thing, arenât you? itâs okay that youâre not as smart as me. thatâs why weâre perfect together. iâll always take care of you.â
the degradation always came wrapped in sugar. it made your cheeks burn and your pussy clench in confused shame.
or other times heâd just simply pat your head, then finish your entire assignment while you watched cartoons on his laptop ââaw, baby. look at you trying so hard. itâs cute, really. but we both know you arenât built for this kind of stuff. thatâs why you have me⌠see? no one understand you like i do. no one ever will.â youâd just mumble a little âi know, toru,â while absently staring at the screen, biting on the cap of a pen.
but the words sank in deep. you started believing it. why fight when satoru made everything so easy? he was so smart, so patient, so there.
sleepovers became routine, especially long nights cramming (him cramming, you napping on his pillow). âbest friends can share a bed, silly. itâs not weird,â heâd laugh, spooning you innocently from behind, pulling you against his chest in nothing but one of his oversized shirts. no bra. you were too trusting, too naive to question it, you loved your best friend. heâd wait till your breathing evened out into deep sleep, then slip out of bed.
one night he couldnât hold back. you were out cold, lips parted, head hanging off the edge of the mattress just slightly. satoru stood over you, cock in hand, heavy and leaking in his fist, stroking lazily at first just inches away from your sleeping face. the thin shirt had ridden up; your tits look so soft, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. your mouth looked so warm and inviting. the power was intoxicating â you, the untouchable campus sweetheart, completely vulnerable under him.
âjust a little moreâŚâ he whispered to himself, hips jerking. he leaned in closer, the angry red head of his cock hovering inches from your lips. precum beaded at the tip and leaked onto the pillow beside your cheek. what if you woke up right now? the thought made his balls tighten. he jerked faster, imagining sliding between those plush lips, fucking your throat while you blinked up at him in confused, teary panic. he came hardâthick ropes painting the pillowcase right next to your face, some landing on your cheek. you stirred slightly but didnât wake. in the morning you woke up and felt something sticky, assuming itâs lotion or something. you just yawned and chirped a âgood morning, toru!â with a smile, completely oblivious. he watched with dark, satisfied eyes as you rubbed it in absentmindedly but then he just ruffled your hair and called you his favorite dummy.
he saved a short shaky, video from that night anyway. just the last few seconds of it when he came, zooming in to your painted face with the flash on while you were in deep slumber. insurance, he told himself, just in case. but he never used it. he was your best friend, after all.
the corruption deepened slowly, like honeyed poison.
heâd sabotage all your dates, though it was subtle. any guy who got too close suddenly seemed wrong. a few well-placed rumors, a âconcernedâ conversation whereâd he casually mention the guy had been talking shit about you behind your back or only wanted to fuck you and nothing else. youâd cancel, crawl into his lap while he played video games. ass pressed right up against his constant hard-on. âyouâre too good for them,â heâd murmur into your neck, hands on your hips, grinding up just enough to make you squirm. âstay with me instead. all friends sit like this.â
youâd blush and trying to focus on the game screen, babbling about any and everything else. too shy acknowledge the thick length throbbing under you. he loved how polite you were â too sweet to call him out, too airheaded to connect the dots.
you trusted him completely. he was your bestfriend. the smartest person you know.
he was doting and cruel at the same time. sweet kisses on your forehead when you brought him coffee. mean little degradations slipped in like affection: âmy dumb little doll. what would you do without me?â followed by immediately by, âitâs okay, princess. i love how you need me.â
the breaking point came after another ruined date.
you showed up at his dorm in tears again, wearing the little baby pink dress he brought you last week. satoru pulled you inside, and sat you on his bed.
âtoru⌠maybe iâm just not meant for anyone,â you whispered, voice small.
he cupped your face, thumb brushing your lower lip, âpoor little thing. they always break your heart, donât they? because they donât know how to handle someone as sweet as you. but you already have someone, sweetheart. me. why keep wasting your time?â
you sniffled, nodding âyouâre the only one who gets me, toru.â his cock twitched hard in his sweatpants. âthatâs right, baby. iâm the only one.â
the manipulation was so smooth you didnât even register it. one moment he was comforting you, the next his hand was guiding yours to palm him through his sweats. âjust help your friend out a little? iâve been so good to you. donât you wanna be good for me too?â the tone felt innocent enough, but the intent was far from that.
you hesitated, eyes wide and glassy âbut⌠isnât that⌠weird?â
âitâs okay,â he murmured, guiding you to your knees gently between his spread thighs. âall best friends do stuff like this sometimes. itâs normal.â his voice was so reassuring, so logical. you were already his dollâpliant, airheaded, desperate for his approval.
you nodded shyly, hands trembling as you pulled down his sweats. his cock sprang free, long and thick, veins pulsing, head flushed angry red and already leaking. your eyes widened. âsatoru⌠itâs so bigâŚâ
âshh, pretty girl. just the tip. just for a second. i just need to feel that sweet mouth. open up, baby. let me in.â he threaded his fingers through your hair, not forcingâyetâbut guiding.
you obeyed because itâs satoru. because heâs safe. because he always took care of you.
you wrapped your lips around the head, sucking softly, tongue swirling like you were trying to be good. the taste was salty, musky. satoru groaned low, hips twitching. âfuck, look at you. such a good little cocksucker already. my perfect dumb doll.â
you whimpered around his dick, brows furrowing just slightly, the praise making you wet despite the confusion. he pushed deeper. âjust a little more baby. you can take it.â tears pricked your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. you gagged, drool down your chin, but he held you there even as you sputtered. âthatâs it. cry harder for me. you look so fucking pretty when you cry. choking on your best friendâs cock like you were made for it.â
the gentle best friend facade had cracked. he started thrustingâshallow at first, then deeper, fucking your face with wet, obscene sounds. âbeen dreaming about this pretty little mouth for months. every time you sobbed on the phone, i jerked off thinking about ruining it.â his voice was darker now, meaner âall those losers never deserved this. youâre mine, you know that? always been. no one gets to have you. my little fuckdoll. now say it with your mouth full.â
you couldnât of courseâjust garbled moans and choked sobs as he used your throat. mascara ran streaks down your cheeks. he loved it, the power hit him like a fucking drug. loved how your naive little brain tried to process what was happening while your body submitted so sweetly. he pulled out just long enough to let you breath for a moment, slapping his heavy cock against your tongue, then drove it back in, balls deep, nose pressed to his pelvis and the snow white hair scratched you slightly.
when he finally came down your throat, it was with a broken groan, flooding your throat until you were coughing and sputtering, and even then he held you there until you swallowed every drop, coughing and gasping as he pulled out. strings of spit connected from your swollen lips to his softening cock.
you sat the on the floor for a moment, thighs pressed together, mind hazy and body aching with confusing heat. he was right. he always took care of you. why fight it? he pulled you up gently afterwards, adjusted his glasses, cleaned your face with a warm cloth, like the caring friend he pretended to be.
âgood girl,â he praised softly, kissing your forehead gently, almost shy. âsee? that wasnât so bad, was it? best friends help each other.â then he turned back to his game, pulling you onto his lap like always, voice soft again, like nothing happened. like this was what all friends did. his cock still twitching against your soaked panties under that little dress, cunt neglected.
you sat there dazed, thighs trembling, cum still warm in your belly, wondering why your body felt both so violated and needed?
he never officially asked you out. he didnât need to. you were already hisâcorrupted, dependent, sitting pretty in his lap while he played video games, whispering filthy promises about breeding his perfect little doll one day soon.
deep down satoru knew the truth: youâd given him the chance the moment you let him in. every study session, every late-night call, every skirt he dressed you in, every time you ignored his cock pressing against you â you were already his. he didnât need a label. he didnât need you to say âboyfriend.â
he owned you psychologically, piece by piece. and heâd keep ruining you sweetly, cruelly, until there was nothing left of the campus sweetheart except the pretty, vacant, dependent you who sat obediently in his lap.
why waste your time on anyone else when your best friend had been right there all along?
a/n: sometimes i get a lil tired of reading the nerdjo fics where heâs all shy and subby and shit knowing damn well that this mf would be freaky asf, so i decided to write something nasty for yâall, i hope yâall like it! xoxo, ly loves you đ! divider by @/cursed-carmine
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