ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Two-sides / Same coin - Gojo x male reader
Word Count: 4200
Plot: Fratjo & Nerdjo headcannons with smut~
Featuring: Top Gojo x Bottom Male Reader
Note: Never watched or read jjk so probably ooc but i read the wiki and tried my best guys i swear
Nerdjo is shorter cause I ran out of steam guys, sorry smh
Warnings: amab m!reader / FDNI ~ MINORS DNI
Fratboy!Gojo who'd been eyeing you up ever since the first party his frat had thrown that year. Realistically, you weren't anyone special; you blended in with the crowd as you talked amongst your friends, dancing and drinking. Though it seems you don't even have to try, because the way your clothes framed your body, the way your half-lidded eyes observed your surroundings, it gave Gojo the hots.
Fratboy!Gojo who managed to strike up a conversation with you that very night. He asked about your course, which dorm you were staying in, and, most importantly, whether you were single. Obviously, all of these questions coming from a typical frat guy made you feel like he was either trying to become dude-bro friends or make fun of you. You were surprised when trying to wave him off with a 'cool party bro' didn't work; Gojo was still trying to chat to you all night. Who could blame you, though? The man was a solid six-foot-something, had a backwards baseball cap on, and was pretty ripped; his arms were on full display in his white tank. Any other guy that looked like him woulda called you a fag and moved on!
Fratboy!Gojo who would go out of his way to run into you on campus and chat. After that first party of his, you two continued to make small talk at parties. You'd say 'hi' to each other, complimenting Gojo's unique skill of throwing insane parties and how he was always generous with his alcohol, and then you'd split off to hang out with your friends. Though throughout the night, Gojo would always make his way towards you from time to time and make the most of having your attention. Though this eventually became insufficient for the fratboy, a couple of parties every month only to talk to you for maybe a total of 30 minutes per night, just wasn't enough. Which is why you found yourself running into Gojo much more often on campus; outside of your lectures, inside of cafes, and even around your dorms. What a stalker. Though he always meant well. Really! Gojo deadass just wanted to see you for as long as you'd let him and talk to you; get to know you and commit the details of your pretty face to memory.
Fratboy!Gojo whose touches would linger. Whenever he'd move you out of the way of someone passing by at a party, his rough, masculine hands would gently sit on your waist longer than needed. If the man was teasing you or complimenting you, the concurrent hand placed on your shoulder would stay there as Gojo looked into your eyes and smiled. Shared looks across campus would become more and more prolonged, the adjacent smiles more captivating. You found it became harder and harder to tear your eyes away from Gojo's dumb, toothy grin. The tension between you two at parties also became thicker by the day; Gojo's face inching closer to yours every night, the two of you splitting off from large crowds inch by inch until it was just your back up against a wall and Gojo lookin' down at you as you two talked.
Your relationship also bloomed with time, even if you both passed it off as friendship. Late-night calls talking about nothing were part of your daily routine at this point; Gojo's deep, tired voice sending shivers down your spine as he mumbled about his day. You could swear, some nights, you'd heard the man let out some shaky sighs and tell you to keep talking, though you haven't deeped it too much~
Fratboy!Gojo who'd had enough of the sexual tension between the two of you. It had been almost an entire year, and the man was desperate to have you already. Not just sexually, Gojo would be happy with any drop of water in such a drought; a drop of your affection would satiate his thirst. The first time Gojo kept leaning in, you tried to convince yourself your hopes that the fratboy felt the same way about you, had gotten the best of you. But when Gojo didn't pull back and laugh at you, and instead pushed his rough, licked lips against yours, your heart almost exploded. As his tongue made its way past your lips, Gojo's hands wrapped around your wrists, pushing your hands against the wall and taking full control of the situation after seeing that you wanted this as much as he did. You let out small, muffled moans and mewls as the man's tongue toyed with yours - and when his hand moved from your wrist down to your waist, your eyes fluttered as Gojo rubbed his palm up and down your side.
Once you two had finally broken the kiss, a thick string of spit kept your lips connected; Gojo's blue eyes looked deeply down into yours as a small smirk graced his lips.
Safe to say, that became a routine occurrence at parties. You and Gojo would start chatting and slowly split off from whoever else you were with, conversation would get more intimate and personal, until eventually Gojo's face was lowered enough that the two of you couldn't resist any longer; desperate to taste each other and the alcohol you had just consumed. With his hands on your hips or roaming underneath your t-shirt, your hands on his broad, muscular shoulders and huge chest, you both physically couldn't get enough of it.
Your relationship definitely shifted, too, though you had no complaints. It didn't become awkward. If anything, your relationship with Gojo improved even more. Chatting on campus and late-night calls became slightly more flirty but even more raw and real than before, and the two of you would make plans to see each other every other day or so; literally going on dates but neither of you having the balls to say so.
Fratboy!Gojo who was buzzing with excitement when his gamble of asking you to come back to his dorm actually paid off. After hanging out practically the whole night at a party, making out in a corner, and hands roaming each other, you both said fuck it and walked to Gojo's dorm. The walk over wasn't even awkward; the two of you just talked more about lectures, future goals, and, of course, shamelessly flirted with each other. When you finally arrived at Gojo's place, your first impression was... 'how cliche ' to put it nicely. His room was that of a stereotypical frat guy; filthy. You'd think his entire wardrobe was on the floor, his bedding and sheets were barely on his bed, and if it weren't for the dorm providing a bedframe, you just know this man's mattress would be on the floor. Nevertheless, you let him hit. If anything, how much of a gross man Gojo was, turned you on. It wasn't like he didn't care for his hygiene and appearance; you knew for certain that he did from how hot he constantly looked and how fucking good he smelled.
Fuck were you glad you let him crack you despite the state his bedroom was in! The two of you got straight into it, making out as Gojo manoeuvred you both towards his bed; his hands roaming your body, from holding your jaw to caressing your chest, hips, and ass. The kissing continued as you lay on the man's bed - Gojo holding himself above you by his elbows, his jacked frame covering your entire body. You could feel how hard he was and how big he was as Gojo was grinding his dick against yours; his lips not leaving yours for a second. After what felt like years, the man finally let you breathe as he moved his lips lower down your body. Gojo started at your neck, kissing and marking sensitive spots across your throat, then as he slowly stripped you, his lips would move down lower - from your collarbone, to your nipples, to your stomach. His lips sealing his affection to your skin.
When you were finally stripped down to your underwear, you joked with Gojo about how unfair it was that he was still fully dressed; of course, leading to the man stripping all the way. You were way off about his dick size, it was bigger than you thought... A solid eight and a half inches, veiny and uncut; throbbing and standing proud, curving slightly towards his abs. If it weren't for the vodka in your system lowering your inhibitions, you would have been a little worried, but instead, you couldn't wait to get that monster inside of you. After some more sloppy foreplay (again, you were both a little drunk), Gojo's fingers were finally inside of you, your lubed-up, tight walls squelching lewdly as he scissored his fingers open. For a smug frat-guy, Gojo looked so cute, subtly focusing on making sure he loosened you right and that you were feeling good; a faint blush on his face from your moans and the pornographic sounds coming from your hole.
At last, when you were desperate for Gojo's dick, and you were safely loose enough to take his massive cock, Gojo manhandled you into position. With your legs on his broad shoulders, Gojo leant down and practically bent you in half as he positioned his tip at your entrance. The push-in was rocky to put it simply; it burned a little, but being tipsy and incredibly horny helped with that. But when Gojo bottomed out after pushing his huge dick in inch by inch, you let out a satisfied moan. Your eyes rolled back slightly, and your mouth dropped agape as you moaned and sighed from the feeling of being so fucking full; Gojo's dick pushing against your walls everywhere and resting against your prostate so maddeningly well. The sounds you were letting out and the way your body contorted gently in pleasure turned Gojo on so fucking much; he thought you looked beautiful, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you screwed them shut in pleasure, your back arching, making your body position so nicely, and your hands gripping his pillow. Fuck, you just looked so hot.
After some more soft kisses and compliments falling off of Gojo's tongue and into your ears, the man finally started moving. And it felt incredible. Your hands tightened even more into Gojo's bedding and pillows, your toes curling and your moans increasing in pitch and a bit of volume; everything you were doing naturally, just working to egg Gojo on more. Once he'd established a rhythm which made you feel like you were in paradise, stuffed full and dripping precum like a faucet, Gojo let out moans in harmony with you as he let himself get lost in the tightness of you and your presence. He couldn't deny that the fact that he clearly had feelings for you really made the experience a million times better. Though as much as the man tried to keep his eyes on you and take you in, he couldn't fight the way he needed to either drop his head or roll his eyes back as his mouth dropped agape from how fucking good you felt. With every thrust, the two of you would let out a symphony of moans, groans and whimpers; your walls clamping down on Gojo's thick dick as he rubbed against your prostate every thrust, making him thrust into you even more. It was the most pleasurable, vicious cycle you'd ever experienced.
There was an audible change you registered, as well as a small shift in Gojo's hips thrusting against your ass, which you soon learned was him on the edge of shooting his load inside of you. His moans became more pathetic; a sound which was even hotter coming from the muscular dude-bro above you who still had a fucking cap on as he fucked you. His thrusts also became more prolonged; Gojo grinding his dick deeper into you after every thrust. Either he was trying to rub your prostate and make you feel good, or he was doing it for himself; either way, it felt fucking amazing. With a load, broken groan of your name, Gojo gave one final, hard thrust and buried his dick as deep inside of you as he could; finally cumming inside you. You weren't far behind the man, your toes curling in pleasure as his tip kept grinding against your prostate and his washboard abs kept brushing against your sensitive tip; eventually, you were also pushed over the edge.
Fratboy!Gojo who woke up the morning after and basically pulled a 'what are we?'. Though he tried to be a lot more nonchalant about it, but also tried to be dom; it was cute.
"So like... we're dating now, right?"
Ever since that night, it's been an upward trajectory. You and Gojo see each other every day, even if it's a fleeting chat on campus before lectures and exams. Date nights were surprisingly sacred to Gojo, who always made sure to take you out at least once a month to a nice place and always paid!
"Don't worry 'bout it, babe. You always pay me back in bed anyway ~"
He loved making you embarrassed and flustered by saying shit like that. It also stoked his ego and soothed his eternally jealous self by making it well known you were his.
The frat guy showed his jealousy very overtly. A muscular arm snaking around your hip if another man was flirting with you subtly, or he would straight up tell some guys to fuck off.
"He's mine bro, don't bother" His bicep comfy on your nape as GOjo put his arm on your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.
You always try to stroke his ego in bed, though! Make up for being so attractive that guys wanna chat you up constantly, y'know. You constantly mention how big he is, how good he feels, how good he's doing, how Gojo is the only man for you. Once enough time had passed, you even started to throw broken 'I love you''s in there; sayin' that along with some moans always made your boyfriend cum~
"F-Fuck babe- Agh! Cummin! Fuck I'm Cumming, I love you so fuckin' much, (name)- Angh!"
You would think this man was trying to get you pregnant, by the way! From the way Gojo would grind his dick deeper and deeper inside of you as his dick throbbed and literally flooded your ass. Genuinely, the man would cum a solid two tablespoons. It had you worried at one point. You told Gojo to go to the doctor for God's sake! Anyways, the amount he'd cum and how hard Gojo would work to keep his thick, warm nut inside of you always made you feel like you were being bred. If only you knew the kinda thoughts that go through Gojo's head~
"Fuuuuck he looks so hot with my cum inside of him... I wanna knock him up so bad. Stuff him full of my babies and take care of 'im"
Aftercare was always 10/10 with this man. You genuinely couldn't complain. Gojo was an amazing boyfriend - he fucked you within an inch of your life and then cleaned you up real nice. We're talkin' warm towels and changing the sheets! Him! The slob who fucked you in a room full of dirty clothes! He changes the bed sheets for you after fucking! Him buying delivery food is also a typical occurrence after sex, letting you cuddle up on his chest as you snack on some fries and complain about your ass hurting.
Fratboy!Gojo who was a filthy, kinky motherfucker. Gojo fucking loved it when you worshipped his muscles and complimented him. Again, it stroked his ego, but it also made him feel proud and like he actually deserved to be with you. Yeah, sure, it made him rock-hard to hear you call his arms and back sexy, and he could cum just from watching you kiss his body and lick his sweat, but it was also an emotional thing! Really, he's a dumb puppy in a gym-bros body, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Nerd!Gojo who has had a little (huge) crush on you since your first day at university. The two of you attended similar lectures due to overlapping electives and modules, and, as fate would have it, you were constantly put in groups together. Group work eventually developed into a small friendship and study-buddy status; the man is smart, so of course you'd take him up on his offer to study together. An offer Gojo obviously made to spend more time with you.
Nerd!Gojo who would always hold friendly conversations with you during group work and study sessions at the library. The work you two were doing would slowly be put on the back burner to make room for the smooth-flowing chats you would have with Gojo about friends, parties, career goals, and everything else. Eventually, the two of you would go 'round each other's dorms for study sessions, even though it had gotten to the point that study sessions were just an excuse to hang out.
Nerd!Gojo who offered you extra tutoring, his reasoning of wanting to help you get even better grades 'cause he believes that you have the potential to even outsmart him, masking the real reason that he just wanted to see you even more. Your routine had completely changed then; instead of seeing Gojo once or twice a week outside of lectures, the man was in your dorm, or you were 'round his place, every night.
Gojo made the most of this tutoring, too. He would sit down next to you, knee touching yours, and innocently keeping his hand on your thigh after patting it as he flashed an innocuous smile. Safe to say you weren't learning much from the tutoring; all you could focus on was Gojo's soft, slightly veiny hand on your thigh, the way his glasses and hair framed his face so sharply, and how fucking hot his voice sounded as he talked you through the content. Little did you know he was doing it all on purpose, though! Gojo took the golden opportunity to be all up in your personal space and thanked every God of every religion that you didn't move away from him. Despite him fluently explaining the questions on the paper in front of you both, all that was running through the nerd's head was that you smelled so fucking good, and that your face looked so pretty up close as you blushed, and how kissable your lips looked, and how hard he was... Fuck. This man was hard as steel! The tent in his chinos was so obvious, too! How embarassing! Had you noticed? Did you mind? Did you like it?
"Gojo? You okay? You look a little red..."
"Yeah- It's hot! I'll get us some water"
Nerd!Gojo who worked his magic and made sure that, over time, study sessions became more of a monthly/exam season thing, since the two of you would rather just hang out and do something fun or talk. Don't get it twisted, though, he would make sure that study sessions still happened and that he could get all up-close and personal with you! Although that doesn't mean that you two wouldn't have some moments when hanging out that people would easily mistake for flirting or a moment between lovers. Your legs being draped over Gojo's lap as you watched a film, his hand holding your chin up to face him when you tell him you have something in your eye - moments like those became too commonplace for a platonic relationship.
Nerd!Gojo who you had convinced to join you on a night out. Sure, the man drinks at bars or with a meal when with friends, but Gojo barely goes out. No fun, you'd say. Obviously, 'cause this man physically cannot say no to you, you dragged him to the club. He's so cute when tipsy, with a faint blush on his face and his eyes half-lidded, but as soon as he's fully drunk, Gojo is almost a different person!
Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but he does act differently! The nerd lets out his more dominant side; a hand on your shoulder as you both dance, and if another guy tries to make a move on you? Gojo's hand is wrapped around your wrist gently as he drags you to the bar - justifying his actions by saying he was thirsty, his hand moving to your hip and holding you close to him.
Nerd!Gojo who worked up the courage to kiss you for the first time during a study session at your place. Again, the man was all up in your personal space (not that you minded one bit), sitting on the floor at a coffee table with worksheets spread out. He just couldn't get the idea of his head. He'd wanted to kiss you for so long, and your lips just looked so soft like they were calling his name! When his soft lips gently pressed against yours, and not only did you not pull away, but rather you fluttered your eyes closed and kissed Gojo back? He knew he scored big time. Gojo's lean fingers gently held your chin as the kiss deepened; his tongue toying with yours carefully, both of you testing the waters slowly. Once the kiss had broken, the two of you silently looked into each other's eyes; the sound of you and Gojo softly panting out of breath was all that could be heard. After a split second of thinking, you both seemed to reach the same conclusion: fuck it. Gojo pulled you towards him by your wrist, pulling you into another kiss. Both of you were lying down on the floor, kissing, with you on top of Gojo; your hips softly grinding against the man's groin. You could feel him, already hard, throbbing and twitching from time to time as he poked your belly, reciprocating your grinding.
You broke the kiss again, this time to pull your jumper off and start stripping to your underwear. Gojo watched in awe from below you, staring up at you with crooked glasses and a thin blush as he pulled his tie loose. Gojo unbuttoned his shirt with one hand as he softly complimented your looks and eagerness, to which you responded flirtatiously with a little wit. Fuck did Gojo look hot so dishevelled, you were gonna eat him alive~
And eat him alive you did! The man made sure that the foreplay was good; fingering you gently and marking you all over. But when it was your turn to freak Gojo's shit, you blew his mind. You gave that nerd the best head he'd ever had! Sure, he'd been on Grindr hookups and had girlfriends, but holy fuck did you change his life. The way your lips softly wrapped around his huge dick, the way your tongue swirled around his tip before you deep-throated him, and the way you hollowed your cheeks just tight enough - Gojo was a panting, moaning mess within five minutes flat.
However, that isn't to say that this man is a subby little bitch boy! Sure, he whimpered and moaned in that sexy voice of his as you gave him head; his soft fingers curling in your hair and guiding your pace. But as soon as Gojo was eight inches deep inside of you? You'd think he was drunk again from how he showed a more dominant side. Seriously though, the man was talking you through it, praising you for taking him so well in between his own moans; his hands roaming your body and his lean muscles flexing so nicely above you.
Nerd!Gojo who is the perfect boyfriend. Not even mentioning his fucking incredible looks, sexy, soft voice, or his skills in bed, Gojo is just a good boyfriend. He'll plan fancy dates for you, or picnics in summer, or even study dates when you have exams. He gives you space whenever you want it, but is there at your beck and call when you want him; which tends to be most of the time...
Even though when he's drunk, he has his more dominant side, Gojo tends to be the rule follower in the relationship, with you wearing the pants and making the rules. He also shows his jealousy in a very covert way! Bottling up the way that another man making you laugh and his hand on your shoulder makes him feel, choosing to bring it up in private. Such a healthy guy.
One thing that really gets him going is when you compliment him on his smarts. Gojo will deadass pop a boner if you joke about spending all his money once you're married, 'cause he's bound to get a cushy job with all those brains of his.
All in all, dating this nerd is all ups with very few downs; but those downs are very quickly dealt with with words... and then dick~
Soonie!! That gyauro fic was amazing!!! i love how you set up the scene before the smut it’s so so so immersive!! :D love your writing as always 🙂↕️❤️
Thank uuuuu, I was worried I lost my touch it’s been so long 😭 also didn’t know if ppl still cared about my writing
a bit nervous, considering i’ve never sent an ask here before…if you’re comfortable with it, can you do a popular gyaruo reader x an emo loser who tutors the reader? theyre good friends, they’ve been friends for years. and like, theyre studying in the emo’s bedroom, when he leaves to go to the bathroom and m/n somehow comes across the emo’s notes on how much he’s obsessed with the reader and wants to feminize and dumbify him and freak shit like that. then emo comes back and gets mad at him for snooping thru his shit, and then they have sex!!
but if you don’t want to do it, just ignore this ask lol!! no need to do it if you don’t want to!!
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w.c › 6.7k
warnings › bottom male reader. OC.
kinks › lite feminization, manhandling, dumbification, degradation, dubcon
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“You and Matsuda-San are friends?”
That was how everyone, no matter their age, would react when you brought up Matsuda Kota casually in conversation. You were quite the persona since middle school. Going against the dress code to fit your gyaruo style. Kota, however, was quiet.
Some labeled him an ‘emo’ but he just had long black hair and mostly wore black clothing. At least that’s what he would say. His hair was so long that his bangs regularly covered his face.
You wore black clothing too—but they were often paired with bold pieces. You wore black eyeliner to make your eyes pop. It was only in university when you were able to go full out in being a gyaruo—a male version of a gyaru. Though you were on the more simple side of the aesthetic.
The full makeup and outfit took so much effort that you only did it on rare occasions. Or whenever you were in the mood to sit in front of a mirror for over an hour.
Your parents were lacking in the usual strictness that older Japanese people were known for. So you basically wild out—a stark contract to Kota whose parents were so overly strict it was concerning.
That’s probably why he spent most of his time over at your house. The two of you met in middle school. By pure accident.
You were sent to your homeroom teacher’s office for being caught with eyeliner. After a stern talking to and being shoved outside of the room with some wet wipes—you were too busy wiping your eyes to notice Kota standing in front of you.
It was only in middle school that you were taller than him. You bumped right into him, causing him to crash to the ground. His bento box spilling all over the floor.
“Woah! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You kneeled down and carelessly began scooping up the food with your bare hands, dumping them into the bento box. “Five second—”
“I’m not eating that.” Kota rudely interrupted you.
You blinked, finally glancing up to look at him. He had an ugly bowl cut and thick rimmed glasses that looked too big for his face.
“Pfft—!”
Your lips clamped shut as you quickly covered your mouth. Eyes wide while Kota’s narrowed.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing. You look ridiculous too.”
Kota huffed. He roughly grabbed his bento box from your hand and walked away. You stood up and looked to your left, seeing your reflection in the window.
He was right.
The makeup was all smudge—giving you perfect raccoon eyes. A laugh left your lips. It was honestly a look. You rushed after Kota and wrapped your arm around his neck. He grunted and tried to push you off but you used your height to rest your chin on his head.
“Since we both look ridiculous, we should hang out!”
Kota groaned. “What are you—?”
“My name is Togami (Name). But you can call me (Name), no one calls me Togami.”
“We just met, why—”
“Because it’s sooo boring. My name is so much better than Togami. Don’t you agree?”
“Well—”
“Anyway, what’s your name?”
“Matsuda Kota, why—”
“Can I call you Kota?”
“Are you going to keep interrupting me??” Kota yelled out, stopping you both in your tracks. You stared down at him before grinning slyly.
“Sorry, Kota-kun~ keep talking, keep talking. I think I really like you!”
“I didn’t give you permission—”
“Lunch’s almost over! Hurry, we don’t want to be late for class!”
“I said stop interrupting me!”
The rest was history. Which led to where you are now. University. You were able to dress up more and didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble with teachers for a little bit of eyeliner.
You and Kota decided to rent an apartment together. With your parents' help mostly. They were retired and had a decent amount of savings. Kota paid for everything else that your parents didn’t cover. You were just there to decorate the apartment.
Kota really didn’t care about that type of stuff. His bedroom was bare. Really bare. It looked exactly how it looked before you both moved in. The decoration he had in there was from you. Though he rarely allowed you in his room.
The apartment was covered in a lot of furry furniture. Black, brown, and gold. Leopard print… it was a mess but also somehow worked for the chaotic vibe you were going for. Your bedroom was the only real mess.
In any case, you and Kota lived together fairly well. Despite everyone being shocked that the two of you were even friends. You were outgoing and nice–Kota was quiet and a little bit rude. Everyone called you by your first name… no one but you could call Kota by his first name.
It actually got you into hot water once with Kota.
“You can call me (Name), I don’t mind!” You proudly said, grinning at your clubmate. You and Kota joined the photography club to kill some time. The club was meeting at a restaurant as a way to get to know everyone.
Everyone said their introduction. Kota’s was as bland as ever while you were practically bursting with excitement. You were sitting beside some guy–you couldn’t remember his name–and was telling him that he didn’t have to be formal with you.
A loud clink of glass hitting the table startled everyone even with the bustling sounds of people excitedly chatting. Eyes were all on Kota. His beer glass had a small crack on the bottom, the yellow beer slowly seeping free all over the table. He calmly grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the liquid.
“Uh, waiter!” The club leader waved someone down and pointed to the pointed glass.
You only watched Kota, blinking as he seemed to not even react to anything. Not when the waiter carefully took away the glass. Not as a few other clubmates wiped away the mess. Not when a new beer glass was placed in front of Kota.
Kota only grabbed a skewer of meat from the shared plate in the center of the table. He took a small bite, his gaze not even flickering over to you. It took a minute before everyone began to talk like normally, as if nothing happened.
As soon as the club leader had mentioned that everyone should start heading home–you were roughly grabbed by the arm and tugged to stand up. Everyone watched in silence as Kota grabbed your coat and backpack without a word.
He draped your coat around your body, buttoning it without allowing you to properly put it on. Your arms were restricted but he didn’t seem to care. Kota nodded his head at everyone, wrapping an arm around your waist and guided you outside.
“Kota. Kota, I can’t move my arms,” you tried to push your arms through the sleeves but Kota kept pulling you forward. His hand tightening his grip on the curve of your hip. “Kota!”
He hummed. “Does everyone need to call you by your first name?” His words suddenly stop you in your tracks. It was only now that he actually stopped as well. You both were far from the restaurant by now.
“I let everyone do that.” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Where… is this coming from?”
Kota looked you in the eye. There looked to be something there… the need to say something. Something that could possibly change things. But he only shook his head.
“Forget it.” He removed his hand from your waist, finally allowing you to properly wear your coat. You follow behind him as you slip the coat into place. His words swirled around in your head but you didn’t say anything.
You still allowed people to call you by your first name. At least the people you had already allowed to but for some reason, anyone new had to call you by your last name.
Nothing was said. It just happened.
But you couldn’t forget the one time Kota had overheard you introducing yourself to a new member of the photography club.
“Hi, I’m Togami (Name). You can call me Togami or Toga!” You said, smiling wide as you excitedly shook their hand. Your gaze flickered to Kota who was standing right beside you and his expression was pure smug.
A small smirk tugged on his lips. Big enough that even another member noticed and asked Kota what he was thinking about to smile like that.
Kota only hummed. “Nothing.”
That was really the only time Kota had ever been mean towards you. Or at least angry. Afterwards he didn’t use any force on you again. Which really made you wonder what upset him that badly.
But you never brought it up again.
“If you want at least a B, you’ll need to get an 80% on the final exam, Togami-San.”
You groaned, rubbing at your face. Your grades in college were decent. Could be better but decent. Your parents were just happy you weren’t flunking. The fact you even went to college surprised them and your entire family.
It wasn’t like you didn’t care but you didn’t go above and beyond like others. You studied like twice a week. Each time before an exam you studied a bit and somehow that allowed you to continuously get Bs and A minuses.
Good enough. Some would kill for that.
However your studying method was proving to be useless for one class. The one class where you had your first ever D.
Organic chemistry.
Now why are you taking organic chemistry?
Well because you’re dumb.
Dumb enough to not realize that you signed up for the wrong class until it was too late and you had to continue taking it. You were a literature major! Why would you ever need organic chemistry?
“It’s okay, (Name)-Chan~” Hinata, your classmate, gave you a wide grin. “Maybe you should do tutoring.”
“Tutoring?” Another one of your classmates chirped in, Genki. He was a fellow gyaruo who put more effort into everyday makeup in comparison to you. A true legend. “What (Name) needs is a miracle.”
Hinata rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it worse. You’ll stress him out. I know someone who took organic chemistry as a freshman and actually passed with a 99%!”
“99%? Woah,” Genki’s mouth dropped while you perked up at her claim. “How—? That professor is strict. How'd that kid pass?”
“Don’t know but he was even the teacher assistant last year. He’s good, really good. But he doesn’t just tutor anyone.” Hinata turned her gaze over to you. “You might have to really beg for it.”
You frowned, “beg…? Ah, it can’t be helped. I’m not failing that final exam!” There was no way you’d let this class ruin your semi perfect record of As and Bs. “Where can I find him?”
“He’s an engineering major! My friend said he’s currently a teacher assistant for engineering 101, class should be ending right now. Go stop him before he leaves!”
The thought of having to beg some stranger to hopefully pass your class was a little stressful. Technically your whole life was up to this one dude.
And judging by how Hinata had described him—he wasn’t exactly the helping type.
He already reminded you of Kota.
Ah, Kota.
A giddy smile pulled on your lips at the thought of him. It’s already been three years of living with him and you had begun to realize you had a crush on him. Nothing serious at the moment but it certainly was something.
You found yourself doing more things for him. Making him lunch or dinner. He wasn’t a breakfast person so you never forced that. Two days ago you even bought him a leather jacket that reminded you of him. Though you still haven’t given it to him yet.
You’ve given him things before. Especially not an expensive leather jacket. It was around ¥291,500. Nothing cheap at all. But it was real leather with fluffy fur around the collar.
Perfect for winter that was right around the corner.
Thinking about Kota, you began wondering what you should make him for dinner. You stood outside the classroom door just as students began to walk out.
“(Name).”
“Kota?” You blinked, looking over to see Kota standing right beside you. Your head tilted as you blinked. “You’re taking this class as a junior?”
Kota fixed the strap of his bag as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m the teaching assistant.”
“Ah!”
Well looks like luck was on your side after all.
You grinned and rushed to his side, grasping his arm with your hands. “Kotaaaa~”
Kota only hummed and looked down at you. The height difference wasn’t by much. Your head was the perfect height to rest on his shoulders—which you constantly took advantage of.
“Can you tutor me? In organic chemistry? I heard you passed the class and I need to get an 80% on the final exam to even pass the class. Please, please, please—”
“Sure.” He interrupted you.
You blinked.
That was really easy.
Well, getting him to tutor you was easy but he wasn’t an easy tutor at all.
“If you can’t even memorize this then don’t even bother showing up to take the exam.”
“Kotaaaa.”
“Try again.”
It had only been a week and you were pooped. Kota didn’t let up. Each day after dinner, you’d spend almost two hours sitting at the dining table as he tutored you. No breaks, no days off.
And yes you were certainly learning and retaining information… but you were also tired.
“67%,” he said, placing the mock final exam he made you take on the table after grading it. Despite his rough tone—you knew he was semi happy about your progress in just one week. “I’ll test you again next week.”
You sighed. Better than nothing. You used to get 20-30% on the exams. This was an improvement.
Kota cleaned up the dining table while you placed your head on the table. You were only going to close your eyes for a second. But soon you found yourself in bed. Hands tugging up your shirt.
“Kota?” You groggily whined, placing your hand over his. His hand was larger than yours. He stopped what he was doing and leaned away a bit.
“You’re awake?” He asked. You felt his hand slipping away but you quickly tightened your grip. With sluggish movements, you tugged his hand up, making him gently cup your face.
He didn’t stop you nor did he say anything. If you weren’t struggling to even stay awake, you would’ve noticed his thumb gently rubbing circles on your cheek.
“I got something for you.” You whispered.
“Like what? Is it a thanks for tutoring you?”
You weakly shook your head. “No. It’s…” your voice trailed off, eyes struggling to stay open. “It’s just for you. Because I like you. It’s underneath my bed.”
“Don’t fall asleep.” He gently tapped your cheek. “You still have makeup on.”
“I like you… didn’t you hear me?”
“Mhm.” Was all he said in response.
The rest of that moment was a blur. You remembered feeling makeup remover wipes on your face. Kota grabbed the box from underneath your bed but he didn’t open it in front of you. Your eyes were basically closed by then.
He whispered something and then you were fast asleep.
Another two weeks passed. It was uneventful. Kota continued tutoring you and you made significant progress. Your little puppy crush was beginning to grow by the minute. Especially now that you two were spending most nights together.
You didn’t have to ask about the jacket because not even a day later you saw him wearing it. It made you so giddy that you almost laughed right in front of Kota. Luckily you managed to hold it in.
Despite organic chemistry being the worst class you’ve ever taken—you certainly had to thank it for allowing you the opportunity to be near Kota for such long hours.
However there was something you began to notice.
Kota didn’t allow you in his bedroom.
At first you didn’t notice because well it’s not like he comes into yours. You both were close but still wanted the bedrooms to be your own personal space. But now that you two were studying together for a long period of time… you and Kota would sometimes study in your bedroom.
It was a mess, obviously, but Kota didn’t seem to mind.
But it was like his room was off limits before you could ever ask.
Nothing was wrong with that per se… at least at first. Until you finally realize it when Kota always keeps his door locked. The door was always closed and even locked sometimes.
That’s strange, right?
Was he hiding something?
What would someone like Kota have to hide? He’s such a normal guy at the end of the day. You were the one that had more to hide but your day was basically left wide open at all times. Even when you were changing.
Like right now.
You slipped on your boxers, yawning. The thought of looking for some pajamas felt like a hassle. Your body was tired and even struggling to stand up straight.
“Where did I put it…” you whispered mostly to yourself, rubbing your shirtless chest. It was certainly a sight to behold. Your makeup was only semi cleaned off, your eyeliner was being stubborn and your lips were stained from left over lipstick. It’s kind of why you never wear lipstick that often.
It always stained your lips.
Just like your clothes, your pajamas were also heavily influenced by gyaruo clothing. You even dabbled a bit in more feminine pajamas. Simply only because male pajamas were boring half the time.
You knelt down and grabbed your silk shirt. It was plain black but felt nice to sleep in. “Pants… where’s my pants?” You spun around, now facing the doorway when you finally noticed that you weren’t alone.
Kota was watching.
He looked like he had just finished taking a shower. Hair still damped while the towel laid around his neck. An old beaten up white t-shirt and black sweatpants. His bangs covered his right eye entirely.
You gulped. Your own semi nudity was the last thing on your mind. Just the fact of seeing Kota in clothes that didn’t cover his body entirely. Nothing baggy that hid his muscles. You were allowed to see everything.
Almost everything.
Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You didn’t even realize just how bad you were ogling him. Though it seemed to be mutual when you glanced up at his face.
Kota was staring at you. Really staring at you. His gaze flickering from your thighs to your chest. You still hadn’t slipped the shirt on yet.
Feeling yourself heat up from his strong gaze, you slipped the silk shirt on. That finally broke the spell as Kota quickly looked away. He began quickly drying his hair.
You finally found your pants, right near your dirty hamper. They were actually shorts. A matching pair to the shirt. You stepped into them and it was basically the same length as your tight boxers. These were one of your more feminine pajamas.
“Well,” you spoke, blinking slightly as you glanced over at Kota. “Uhh,” your lips pursed together. Hands wringing together. “Can I ask you something, Kota?”
He hummed. His eyes still focusing on anything but you.
“Can we… maybe study in your room one day?”
That caught his attention. His eyes snapping over to you. “Why?”
You froze. This was probably one of the first times Kota ever pushed back against a request of yours. Usually you could just say one word and he’d do it without hesitation. Not even asking why you want to do a certain thing.
It wasn’t always like that—that behavior didn’t start until high school.
“Oh well…” your voice trailed off. There was technically no reason. Or really any good reason. “Uhm, I just… want to change the environment.”
“We can study at the library.”
“Kota.” A pout on your lips. “I don’t wanna. I like being at home.”
“Then we can study on the balcony.”
That did sound nice.
You sighed. “Then… if I pass with an 89% can I celebrate in your bedroom?”
Kota raised an eyebrow. His face was neutral but you could tell he was getting agitated. The slight twitch in his upper lip, the way his grip tightened on the towel. “89%? That’s high.”
“Yeah, so if I do that good, then you have to grant my wish.”
“Why do you want to do that? Be in my room so badly?”
You were nosy, that was certainly the main reason.
But instead of saying that…
You said, “because I want to be in your scent.”
Which, in hindsight, was one of the stupidest things you had ever said.
I want to be in your scent? What did that even mean?
It was one of the strangest things you’ve ever said. And you were known for being weird to Kota.
Oh well—you couldn’t dwell on it too much because to your shock, you did it.
“How??” Hinata and Genki stared at the final exam paper in shock. There, written in bright red ink, was the percentage 90. You had done better than you had even thought was possible.
You simply smirked. “I managed to get that tutor you told me about.” Was all you said before heading straight home.
Kota was home, luckily enough. You had bought some take out and a case of beer. A smug smile on your lips as you walked over to where he was sitting on the couch.
He closed his book as soon as he saw you. His gaze solely focused on you. Your cheeks felt a little hot from his gaze but you straightened your posture. You placed the food and drinks on the center table.
“I took the exam.” You reached into your bag, excitedly pulling the exam paper out. The paper was folded as you handed it over to him. He took it, you excitedly sat down beside him and inched close, wanting to see his exact expression once he saw your score.
Kota opened the paper and despite the fact his face didn’t move an inch, you could tell he was proud. “Amazing.” He simply said, placing the paper on the center table. “How do you want to celebrate?”
You pursed your lips, eyes looking to where Kota’s bedroom was located. There was nothing else that needed to be said. Kota got the hint immediately.
Kota’s bedroom was the exact same as you remembered. The last time you had seen it in its full glory was maybe a month after you both moved in. To say it had no personality was an understatement.
It didn’t feel lived in if it weren’t for his studying material all over his desk. You plopped down on his bed as he sat at his desk, placing the items you brought on the surface. He glanced over at you with an unamused expression.
“This is all you wanted to see?”
You eagerly nodded your head. “Well yes.”
“You’re weird.” He opened a bottle of beer with a bottle opener. “Enjoy my scent.”
Your cheeks felt hot.
Kota’s room really was uneventful. He didn’t even have a tv. You stuck to watching something on your phone. About an hour or two passed when Kota excused himself to the bathroom.
You only huffed and moved to rest more comfortably on the bed when you felt something poke your back. It felt like a notebook. Underneath his pillow was a small little notebook—a diary was your first thought.
Now, did you originally plan to snoop around Kota’s room? No, you did not.
But now that you had the opportunity to possibly read his diary were you going to miss it?
No.
While you might be able to understand Kota’s expressions after spending so many years with him—it was too tempting to be able to read about his thoughts.
Who was he talking about? Jealousy bubbled deep within you. Who was lucky enough to be the object of Kota’s affection? It wasn’t like he talked to many people that weren’t you.
You gasped as the diary was roughly ripped from your hands. It was there you came face to face with an overly pissed Kota. A first. The last time you ever saw Kota this angry, his face actually showing the full emotion, was back in middle school.
Your stomach began to twist into knots. The idea of angering Kota this much hadn’t even crushed your mind. Sure you were pushy sometimes but you never wanted to ever make him feel this way.
It was silent. Your mind raced a mile a minute. But nothing left your lips.
Kota let out a humorless laugh. Another first. He stared down at you. “Are you weirded out?”
“Huh?” A soft gasp left your lips. Your eyes flickering up to stare at him. He towered over you. You sat on your knees on the bed.
He waved the diary. “You read what was in this.” His voice sharp. “You’re weirded out, right? You want me to leave don’t you?”
“Why—? Why would I want that?” You quickly moved to stand up but Kota grabbed your shoulder and shoved you back down. It should’ve upset you that he put his hands on you but you felt your cock twitch in your pants.
“Stop acting dumb.” He carelessly tossed the diary behind him. His eyes never left you. The intensity in his eyes scared you but also made you incredibly horny. Who knew he could act like this? “You read it, you saw what I wanted to do. Degrade, feminize, and dumbify—you saw it, didn’t you? Don’t spare my feelings.”
You quickly shook your head. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn't judge what you… do in your free time.”
Kota froze. He raised an eyebrow before leaning further down. You leaned back until your back bumped into the wall, effectively caging you in.
Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. You clamped your legs together. Why was this actually doing something for you?
“How did you get that 90% on the exam?” He finally spoke.
“Huh?”
“You. I want to degrade you.” His hands pressed on either side of the wall, gaze harsh. “I want to make you pretty, only to ruin you for anyone else. Who else would I ever want to see naked beneath me?”
“…huh…? Kota…?”
Kota sighed. “I’ll move out as soon as possible.” Was all he said as he began to pull away.
“Wait—!” You grabbed his shirt and tugged him back towards you. The force causing him to accidentally bump his nose against yours. “Ow,” a whine left your lips but you quickly pushed through the pain. “Why… why are you going to leave me?”
“Did you not understand a word that I said?” Kota responded, his tone exasperated.
“I did. I did and I don’t mind. I like you! Didn’t you know that? I told you…”
Kota tilted his head. His gaze focused solely on you. “You always tell me that you like me. Was I supposed to believe that one time was different?”
You frowned. “Well I did mean it differently. I meant that I like like you.”
“You like like me?”
“Mhm.”
Kota laughed. You were seeing a whole new side to him. “Do you like me enough to let me do whatever I want to you?” He asked, his voice deep. There were simple words but somehow they felt heavy in your chest. It didn’t feel like it was a simple easy thing to agree to.
He seemed mad but not that mad that you thought he would’ve been. It felt different. A scary different. But not scary enough that you didn’t nod your head in agreement to his words.
“I need to hear a yes.” He said.
“…Yes.” You whispered. “I really like you.”
For the first time ever, Kota’s lips pulled into a wide smirk.
Your cock twitched at the sight.
You would’ve never expected that Kota would be the kinky type. Honestly you ever really expected that he’d be into sex… or anyone really. He didn’t seem like the type. It’s why you didn’t expect anything to happen from your feelings.
But here you were, hands tied together above your head with Kota’s belt. Undressed—your boxers being the only clothes you were allowed left.
Kota didn’t say anything at first. He had silently tied your wrists together, manhandling you to rest on the bed. His hands gripped your skin. It felt harsh and rough but it didn’t scare you.
“Kota…” You whispered.
He was silently taking in your body. His hand slowly tracing up and down. As his hand reached your inner thigh—you let out a gasp. Your legs clamped together as your cheeks heat up and feel hot to the touch.
“Kota… are you mad?”
“No,” he answered. His hand squeezed your thigh before he reached his other hand and grasped your other leg. He easily parted your legs open, it happened so fast you didn’t even register it until your legs touched the bed.
Kota sighed. His gaze flickered up to look you in the eye. “I’m not going to do everything I ever wanted.” He said. That somehow disappointed you. “I don’t want to rush this… not now.”
“Rush?”
“(Name),” he whispered your name as if he was worshipping you like a God. So soft and tender though his eyes held a certain hunger that made your stomach clench. “I’ve always wanted you to cry on my cock—letting your makeup mess up your face.”
“Really?” You couldn’t help but grin. “Is that why whenever you saw me with my makeup a mess, you’d get quiet?”
Kota didn’t respond. He moved to sit between your legs. “When we moved in together, I thought I’d have to deal with you bringing in random people to have sex… or maybe even get a boyfriend. How lucky am I that you aren’t able to date anyone?”
“Hey, I was single on purpose!”
“Sure.”
You frowned but before you could say anything else Kota pushed your legs forward. A strained grunt left your lips. The stretch was a little unnatural—not a position you’ve ever done before.
“Since it’s our first time, I’ll be nice. Okay?”
“You’re a virgin?” You muttered, blinking slightly.
“Aren’t you?”
“Ah,” you quickly looked away, biting your bottom lip. “Not… exactly.”
It was silent.
Too silent.
“Kota…?”
The sound of fabric tearing caused you to cry out in shock. You looked over to see Kota focused solely on your legs. Your boxers were torn open, the cool air teasing your hole. Embarrassment shot through your body when you realized Kota would have a perfect view of a certain something in your ass.
Finally, your little secret was revealed.
“(Name)…” Kota chuckled, his voice deep. His index finger circled around your sensitive rim. Your body shook from the touch. “Is this a butt plug?”
So, it wasn’t as if you expected sex today. You had just wanted to be a little… adventurous today. After your exam you had actually come home first before going back out to buy the food and beer. Just for fun.
It was a small plug. Only stretched you a little bit to where you could feel it if you shifted just right. But other than that it didn’t feel like anything was inside you.
Really the only thing you expected tonight was using your dildo late at night as you imagined Kota fucking you instead. Luck was really on your side today.
“Did you wear this all day? Even when you took your exam?” Kota grasped the edge of the plug, slowly tugging it out. You gasped—tugging at the restraints around your wrists. “Did you masturbate like a pervert, hoping no one would notice you rocking in the chair, trying to focus on the exam while making sure the plug hit your prostate?”
With a simple shift, the tip of the plug pressed directly on your prostate. A loud moan left your throat. You wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That he was making stuff up. Degrading you.
But the continuous, slow rub against your prostate took over your thoughts. All you could focus on was gasping and moaning in response. Nothing else could escape your lips. Your cock twitched. It was still covered inside your tight boxers.
“Kota,” you mewled.
“Such a slut. Is that why you’re so flashy?” He asked, pressing down on your prostate. “You want everyone’s attention on you. Not just your looks but also from your sex appeal? So perverted, Togami (Name).”
You sniffled. Your wrists tried to break free from the belt but somehow it was wrapped tightly. You could only bring your hands down to try and cover your face from Kota’s intense stare.
“Am I not enough?” Kota moved up, his body now towering over you. His free hand grasped your wrists and tugged your arms to rest above your head once more. “Do you need everyone else’s attention? I’m not enough for you?”
You quickly shook your head. The words escaped you—only broken wet moans leaving your parted lips.
“Fine.” An almost pained laugh left Kota. “They can look…” he leaned down, his breath teasing your face. “But you’ll always be mine. Only I can see you, touch you, and ruin you, do you understand?”
Kota pulled back when you didn’t respond. His glare sharp as he roughly pulled the butt plug out. He tossed it behind himself. “Answer me with words.”
“Mhm, ngh,” you nodded your head. It was hard to speak, your throat was already dry. You haven’t even been fucked yet and you already felt tired. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
You let out a shuddered moan. Your legs wrapping around Kota’s waist. It felt so sinful for you to be practically nude while Kota was still dressed. He was wearing a black sweater and black pants—his usual winter clothing.
“You’re perfect for me, (Name)… I don’t even need to prepare you.” Kota unbuttoned his pants. His gaze focused solely on you. “I won’t be nice. I’m going to fuck you and if you manage to cum, good. If not…” his voice trailed off.
The thought that he wasn’t even going to try and make sure you would come too. To just use you for his own pleasure… made your whole body shiver.
Shit, you were really learning new things about yourself.
Kota was never known for being particularly nice. Sure he did nice things for you but that never meant he wasn’t a little rude to you still. Even if you were his favorite person. He had no issue degrading you. And it was shocking to yourself that you didn’t mind it at all.
He didn’t fuck you nice and slow. He didn’t slowly ease inside you or anything like that. Your hole was still dripping from the lube and allowed for a semi easy entrance. Though his cock was bigger than your small butt plug.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The stretch felt otherworldly. Kota grasped your face, pushing your head down into the pillow as he began thrusting in an easy rhythm.
The slap of skin filled the room. Your gasps and moans came out in rough staccato. Toes curling as you bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“K-Kota…” you cried out.
Kota pushed your head further into the pillow as his thrusts began to pick up speed. He was unforgiving—obviously chasing his own orgasm. True to his words he didn’t aim for your prostate nor did he touch your cock.
He was fucking you got his own pleasure.
“Mhm?” He grunted out. His thumb brushing against your lips, pushing them apart. “Does it feel good? Are you enjoying yourself?”
Each thrust sent a shock throughout your body. The sound of skin slapping, bed creaking from each thrust into your tight heat. It was sending you into a frenzy. You could’ve sworn that he was purposely avoiding your prostate. Just barely teasing it to cause a shiver in your body before ignoring it once more.
It was degrading. He was treating you like a toy.
You smiled slightly, eyes glancing up at Kota. He was a sight to behold. His eyes almost fully covered from his long bangs. He was sweating but still hadn’t made the effort to take off his sweater.
The jeans rubbed against your ass, chafing the skin. You’d certainly cry about it later but now it only served to make you moan. Every little thing he did that only served to please himself and not you… made your toes curl.
“Hey,” Kota cut in. “I asked if you’re enjoying it?” His voice deep and held an air of dominance.
A strained laugh left you, punched out in tandem with a particularly harsh thrust that almost sent you hitting the headboard. Your bottom lip was cut. A little bit of blood coated both lips and some on your teeth.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. Your eyes struggled to stay open, fingers curling to grip the pillow beneath you for a sense of purchase. “Love it so much.” An almost exasperated laugh left you.
Kota’s thrusts slowed down. His grip on your face almost loosened. He certainly didn’t expect such an answer from you. The willingness to accept his behavior as if it was a normal thing. A thing that you readily craved and enjoyed.
A perverted smirk pulled on his lips.
It was one of the widest smirks you’ve ever seen from him. With his eyes practically hidden behind his bangs—his smirk was the only thing you could use as a way to see what he was thinking. With that smile alone you knew he was happy.
Proud even.
This… was exactly what he wanted.
And how lucky was he that you wanted it just like him.
The last of his thrusts were almost cruel. He positioned his hips so his cock would tease your prostate. Barely a touch that was enough to even count as anything. You almost cried at the teasing—it was too much.
Your cock was weeping in your boxers. But you didn’t beg for Kota to start pleasuring you as well. No you enjoyed how he was fucking you. This was too fun. Better than anything you could’ve originally imagined.
Kota released his grip on your face, both hands reaching to grab your waist. He held your body still against the bed. Keeping you still as he delivered his last, harsh, heavy hitting thrusts into your ass. Each thrust earning a loud accompanying cry from you.
Hot wet cum released inside you. The fact that he didn’t even ask if he could only made you shivered in delight. A weak gasp left you. Kota spanked your ass as he pulled out. The cum slowly seeping out of your hole.
“You look beautiful like this.” Kota hummed, “next time I want to see you in full makeup when I fuck you.” He said. He grabbed your boxers, tugging them off when he stopped.
A soft humorless laugh left him.
“You actually came?”
Two fingers touched the lower half of your stomach. White cum leaking from your cock. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You didn’t expect that this would lead you to cumming in your boxers.
But here you were.
“Of course a slut like you would come untouched.” Kota leaned over you, gently freeing your wrists from the belt. He captured your lips into a hungry kiss—not allowing you to take any sense of control.
it’s been two years(??) and i still think about mikey…
how do you do, danny? i saw you got doxxed on twt…those kpop stans are something else😕
Mikey… didn’t realize it’s been that long. I’m okay, it’s starting to dawn on me that I really got doxxed lol also just realized I’ve been spelling it wrong
But yeah… could’ve been worse, just a face dox technically least it wasn’t my address or smth
I HATE PEOPLE LIKE THAT!! Im a college basketball fan, my teams are Michigan Uni and a few others, but ive been with Michigan since my 8th grade year, I picked it out of a random line up and stuck with it
this guy was talking to me saying I was just a bandwagon and the only reason I like Michigan is cuz they won..bro..😭 then I said well, if Michigan sucks, why did your teams lose? YOUR HOME TEAM DIDNT EVEN MAKE IT INTO MARCH MADNESS(the big comp) and then because he had no argument he said i was ugly and yada yada, people like that are freaks
Calling someone ugly is the weakest comeback, I think if I was younger it probably would’ve affected me more but honestly I could only laugh atp
