satoru gojo, the strongest, is an absolute slut for your strap
''Keep your fucking legs open, Satoru... Damn.'' You muttered, pushing Gojo's legs apart once again, watching him whimper and whine. Grabbing his legs, fingers digging into the flesh of his strong thighs, leaving bruises in their wake, you let out a little chuckle. "I have to do everything myself. You're so greedy." You spoke in a sing-song voice, making sure to angle your thrusts just right, making sure to ram into his prostate and make sure to turn his brain to absolute mush.
He was shaking, mouth agape, pretty blue eyes glazed with tears threatening to fall, perfect lips which were all puffy from sucking your strap earlier, puckered, silently begging for a kiss. "Aw, is my pretty boy begging for a kiss?"
All he could do was nod. He was feeling too much right now. Your nails digging into his thighs, the occasional kisses he pressed to his neck, your strap digging deeper with every thrust. And he couldn't help it.
He couldn't help but clamp down on the toy inside him, only heightening the amount of pleasure he was feeling.
"Use your words, Toru." You whispered into his ear, tongue sliding across his lobe before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the spot right beneath his ear. "Come on, baby."
"Kiss, p-please..."
You frowned, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Here?" He shook his head as you ground your hips against his. "Here?" You asked again, this time pressing a kiss to his cheek. He shook his head again, and you smiled, getting very close to his lips. "You're going to have to specify your needs, Toru. Can you do that for me?"
"I-fuck..." He cut himself off with a moan. "I want your p-pretty lips on mine, baby...''
Your lips grazed his softly, before you pulled away again. "What's the magic word?'' He whined, furrowing his brows at you. Obviously, he was upset you were teasing him so much today. And you laughed, finally pressing a kiss to those pouty lips of his, as he wrapped his arms around your neck.
There’s something delicious about a man writhing on a strap, moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. Eyes rolled back, legs shaking, and still begging for more. Like he was made for it.
aww, something wrong puppy? you just look so needy.. what do you want, hm? to grind against me, get your pretty cock stroked, used, or maybe you just want to be fucked...
don't get shy now, I want you to use your words, thats what good pups do, after all ♡
Obsessed with the concept of using a dildo that's bigger than what he's used to. I'd want to fuck him in front of a mirror, my arm resting on his hipbone as my hand alternates between pressing, and scratching, his tummy and wrapping my fingers around his cock.
And since I need my pretty boy to understand he's my fuckdoll, I'd scratch him and bite his shoulder whenever he tried to fuck my hand. I want to drag desperate moans and pleas from his lips as he gets closer and closer to cumming.
Not that it'd work. I'd want to keep that dazed cock drunk look on his face for as long as I can.
I know that having his hole stretched and being treated like the perfect toy is enough for him to want to cum but I'm pretty sure I can condition him to beg me to edge him (and to keep him that way).
‧₊˚ ꒰ cw: aged up au :: smut :: pegging :: strap :: spitting :: overstim :: degradation :: praise :: sub!megumi :: mean dom!reader :: not proofread pls dont slime me
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a/n: ty @gumsbear for putting this sick idea in my head and encouraging me to write ts💔 im gonna go ahead and call my uber now cuz ik ima get canceled for this
Megumi's dark hair clung to his sweat-damp forehead as you shoved him face-down onto the bed, his ass up high, cheeks spread wide by your rough hands. The lube-slick strap-on bobbed heavy between your thighs, its girthy length gleaming under the dim lamp light. You slapped his ass hard, the crack echoing sharp, leaving a red handprint blooming on pale skin. He yelped into the pillow, body jerking, his cock already twitching hard beneath him.
"Look at you, you’re so pathetic," you snarled, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair and yanking his head back, forcing his neck to arch. Tears welled in his eyes instantly, spilling hot down his flushed cheeks as pain mixed with the humiliating thrill shooting straight to his leaking cock. The sharp tug burned his scalp, roots protesting. "Begging to be fucked like a bitch in heat. Say it—tell me how much you need me to ruin your worthless ass."
"P-please," he whimpered, voice breaking, muffled against the pillow's cotton that soaked up his drool and snot. His thighs trembled, ass cheeks quivering from the slap's afterburn, skin hot and tingling. "Please, fuck me... I need it."
You laughed low, spitting a thick glob right into his open mouth when you wrenched his jaw wider. The warm saliva hit his tongue, salty and viscous, sliding down his throat as he swallowed reflexively, choking on a sob. Before he could close his lips, you shoved three fingers past them, hooking deep, stretching his mouth wide. "Suck."
He did, gagging softly on your digits, the bitter tang of your skin mixing with spit as you lined up the strap's fat head against his puckered hole. One brutal thrust breached him, stretching him mercilessly. He cried out around your fingers, tears streaming freely now, soaking the pillow as his body seized, walls gripping the invading girth like a vice. You didn't pause, slamming balls-deep, your hips grinding the harness against your swollen clit while his ass swallowed every inch.
"M-more," he begged through the mouthful, words slurred and desperate, hips bucking back despite the sobs wracking his frame. You slapped his ass again, harder, the fresh sting making him clench tighter around your strap.
"Greedy slut," you growled, pounding relentless, the bedframe creaking under the force. Lube squelched obscenely with each plunge, his prostate throbbing under the assault. You finger-fucked his mouth in rhythm, drool bubbling at the corners, his whimpers turning high and broken.
Tears blurred his vision, cheeks burning with humiliation, but his body betrayed him, hole fluttering hungrily, cock pulsing untouched. "Please...more, I'm your slut.”
He gasped when you pulled your fingers free, strings of spit connecting them to his swollen lips.
"Please," he whispered, voice shaky. You reach over, your hand wrapping around his cock, stroking from base to tip in time with your thrusts. He moaned, loud and broken, hips bucking into your fist. "Fuck, yes," he panted.
You pumped him harder, twisting your wrist on the upstroke, while you fucked into him faster, the slap of your hips against his ass echoing in the room.
His breaths came in ragged bursts, body trembling as pleasure built. You felt him tense, his cock throbbing in your grip as he bucked his hips into your hand one last time—hot spurts of cum shooting across his chest, splattering his skin. Your hand didn't stop, slick with his release, sliding over the sensitive head. You drove deeper, grinding against his prostate with every snap of your hips.
"Ah—wait, too much," he whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. His body jerked, oversensitive nerves firing wildly, but you pinned him down with your free hand on his hip, thrusting relentlessly. Tears spilled over, tracking down his flushed cheeks as he sobbed, cock twitching uselessly in your unrelenting fist.
"Please... I can't..." His voice cracked into a high-pitched whine, legs shaking, ass clenching. You leaned down, licking his tears, jerking him faster until he was a mess of cries and whimpers, completely undone beneath you.
You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear as you kept your hand moving on his spent cock, fingers gliding through the sticky mess of his cum. "Yes you can," you murmured, voice low and commanding, nipping at his earlobe. "Take it for me, Gumi."
He shook his head weakly, fresh sobs bubbling up from his throat, but his hips betrayed him, twitching upward into your grip despite the overstimulation. Tears soaked the pillow beneath him, his dark hair matted to his forehead. "Gah—too sensitive," he gasped, voice breaking into a pitiful mewl as you squeezed the base of his shaft.
You didn't slow down. Your hips snapped forward harder. His hole fluttered around the thick silicone, clenching desperately as you fucked him without mercy. Your other hand roamed up his chest, pinching a nipple roughly, twisting until he arched and cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure.
"That's it, cry for me," you encouraged, pumping his cock faster now, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the air. His balls tightened again as he whimpered incoherently, legs trembling, his upper half laying weakly on the bed. Overload hit him like a storm, his body convulsing, cock pulsing in your fist without spilling a drop this time, just dry, shuddering aftershocks that left him wrecked.
You finally eased off, slowing your thrusts to a gentle rock, but kept stroking him lightly, drawing out the last tremors.
He lays there panting, chest heaving, eyes glassy and red-rimmed, utterly spent. “So when are we doing this again?”
