LOSER (K.Nanami & S.Gojo x Fem!Reader)
But I know she's a loser. How do you know? Me and the crew used to do her!
Request: Do Gojo Satorou Or Nanami Kento 🥺🥺
Word Count: 1,058
Warnings: Smut!
Gojo: P in V, cream pie, degrading, tiniest bit of praise, back scratching, spit, choking, dacryphilia
Nanami: Fingering, praise, bondage, hair pulling, orgasm denial, recording, spanking
Notes: Why not both? Two is always better than one🤭 Also! The way I envisioned this before writing it was set in like a college AU. So, do what you please with that.
Imagine...
Satoru Gojo having his way with you, the kind of girl who just sits alone in the back of the classroom, the one who has her head down with headphones covering her ears. The kind of girl who is always seen alone in the halls and during lunch. The girl who has absolutely no friends at all.
He has you on your back, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounds into your pussy. Your hands are scratching and clawing at his back as he hits the spot that makes you scream and your eyes cross. He's already came in you a bunch of times, but he just can't get enough.
You're moaning his name, and your back arches into his chest. You're trying to pull him closer to you, wanting his lips on yours but before you can pull him closer to your face his hand takes ahold on your throat. He leans back and watches the way your face twists and turns in pleasure.
He's enjoying this. He calls you names, mean and degrading names while looking down at you. He throws his head back as he feels your pussy tighten which each name he calls you:
"My fuckin' cum slut", "Take it, take my cock like I know you can, fuckin' whore", "You like this? Like getting called names? You're so pathetic", "Cmon doll, look at me. Don't tell me you're already goin' dumb on me now".
Tears are falling from your eyes as you cum for him again. You're sobbing from how sensitive you are, big fat wet tears just rolling down your cheeks, making you look so messy and even more pathetic.
Gojo leans down to your face and kisses your wet cheeks, licking your tears as they fell. "Fuck, look so pretty right now. Look so pretty crying," he was getting close to his orgasm, so, so close.
His hand moved from your neck to your jaw, "Open." he demanded, his pace never faulting; instead getting erratic and sloppy. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out and locking your eyes on his.
He smiled before letting a string of saliva drip out between his lips and onto your tongue. "Close your mouth and swallow it."
You did as you were told and swallowed his spit, biting your lower lip afterwards. "Damn.." he muttered, throwing his head back and gripping your hips.
He lets out a loud moan as he cums in you for the final time that night.
"That felt so fuckin' good,"
Now, imagine that a couple weeks later you find yourself in the same situation...
Kento Nanami, having you bent over his desk, stripped down and shaking from the lack of orgasms this man has denied you from having. Your hands are tied behind your back, held together by his belt, the leather digging into the skin of your wrists.
Your head was empty, all you wanted to do was cum but couldn't because every time you were close to cumming, he'd just remove his fingers.
It was annoying.
And whenever you tried doing something about it, Nanami would just smack your ass, leaving a red forming mark, the size of his hand, on your ass.
But it wasn't all that bad. Every time he smacked your ass, he would gently rub it, soothing the stinging pain. He also called you the sweetest names, though they had a sort of degrading tone to them.
"You're doing so good, doll", "Such a good girl, behaving so well for me"
You loved when he praised you for listening to his demands. Almost like a pet in a way.
But what made you feel so good, is when he'd praise you on video. It made your stomach swirl.
"Look at how good you're being", "Show them how good you are at listening angel", "You look so alluring in this angle baby"
You felt so good each time you heard his praise in your ear.
Nanami traced your body with his camera, capturing all of your curves and showing how pretty your pussy is; how wet she was, just dripping down your legs.
He stood over you, camera in his left hand and his right gently creeping up your back. His touch was so soft and gentle, but that quickly changed once he grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head up; forcing you to look up at the camera.
"Keep your head up for me princess."
"M-Mkay," you stuttered, wondering what his next move was because everything that he's been doing has been unpredictable. And that just made you want more. But he wasn't going to let you have more.
Nanami's right hand left your hair and moved down to the front of your body, trailing down your stomach with light fingers. His hand dipped between your thighs, his middle and ring fingers found comfort inside your begging pussy.
You moaned and your eyes shut close. You were so close to cumming but Nanami wasn't going to allow that, ever.
Your head started to tilt forward, then Kento took his fingers out of you and grabbed your hair again, "What did I just say? Why can't you listen to me angel?"
You let out a frustrated whine and looked at him with teary eyes, "Are you having a hard time listening because you can't cum? Is that it?" he asked, "Yes," you pouted, "Aw, angel." he cooed, rubbing your cheek.
His touch was gentle and comforting, causing you to lean into his touch. He then roughly grabbed your jaw, and his voice became rough and agitated, "Keep behaving like this and you won't get to. Naughty, misbehaving girls don't get to cum. Are you a bad misbehaving girl or are you my good girl who knows how to listen?" he asked,
"I'm your good girl..I'm sorry Kento,," you sweetly apologized, batting your pretty eyes.
Kento chuckled and leaned back, undoing your hands and working his belt back on, "W-what are you doing?" you asked.
You apologized like he wanted, was he going to eat you out as a reward?
"Lying doesn't work on me, sweetheart. Come find me when you're ready to give me an actual apology." And just like that, he walked out of the classroom, leaving you in there to think about your next move.