୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅Imagine Russain!reader sucking Gojo off until he's crying and doesn't know if you're praising him or insulting him.
Satoru's head hit the wall with a dull thud, breath catching in his throat as you dropped to your knees between his legs like a woman possessed. The second your fingers slipped into the waistband of his pants, yanking them down with his boxers in one go, he knew he was in trouble.
"Fuck-baby, wait -" he half-laughed, but it broke into a gasp as his cock sprang free, already half-hard and twitching.
You didn’t say anything. You didn't need to. The look in your eyes was enough: hungry, wicked, knowing exactly how bad he was about to fall apart.
And he did.
Your lips barely brushed his tip, wet and leaking, before he bucked up into your mouth instinctively. You didn't pull away. You welcomed him, wrapping your lips around him and swallowing him deeper than he expected, nose brushing the pale skin of his lower stomach.
“Боже, ты такой жалкий.” ("God, you're so pathetic.")
Your words were a breathy purr against his shaft as you came up for air, spit connecting your mouth to his cock in a sticky line. He didn't understand the Russian, but it sent a shiver down his spine regardless.
"What... what was that?" He asked, voice cracking.
You grinned, stroking him slowly, deliberately messy. "Don't worry about it."
Then you dove back in, tongue flat and wide, dragging a sloppy stripe up the underside of his cock until he whimpered. Your hand worked what your mouth couldn't reach, twisting and squeezing just the way he liked - except wetter. Sloppier. So much spit it dripped down your hand, onto your wrist, pooling at the base of him.
You sucked hard just beneath the tip, and he cursed, hips twitching.
"F-fuck- holy shit, what are you - ah -"
“Маленькая сучка даже не понимает, что я говорю.” ("The little bitch doesn't even understand what I'm saying."
His eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus. “What the fuck are you saying? Why is that so hot?”
You just moaned in response, loud and sinful around his cock, taking him so deep you gagged. He felt your throat tighten, your fingers digging into his thighs to keep yourself steady as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. But you didn’t stop. You loved how much he squirmed. How his cock twitched every time your tongue flicked over that sensitive spot on the underside.
“Oh my god, baby, slow—wait—shit, fuck, you’re gonna make me—”
“Я чувствую, как ты дрожишь. Ты вот-вот кончишь, как жалкий мальчик.” ("I can feel you shaking. You're about to cum like a pathetic little boy."
You smiled around him, tongue lapping and teasing his slit until he let out the most broken whimper you’d ever heard from him. His hands clawed at the sheets beneath him, white-knuckled and shaking.
“Wait—wait, I’m close—too fucking close—”
You didn’t care. In fact, you sped up, taking him deep, then pulling off with a wet pop just to jerk him furiously with both hands, spit and precum, making it downright obscene. He looked down at you—makeup smeared, mouth glistening, tongue flicking out to taste him again—and almost came right then and there.
“Ты выглядишь так хорошо, когда умоляешь.” ("You look so good when you beg."
He choked on air. “I don’t even know what you’re saying, but keep fucking saying it.”
Your mouth was back on him in an instant, lips sucking his tip like candy while you looked up at him through fluttering lashes.
And then—he snapped.
“Fuckfuckfuck—gonna cum—”
You pulled him all the way into your throat and stayed there, gagging, your eyes watering as he cried out. His orgasm hit hard—thick spurts spilling straight down your throat, one hand flying to your hair to grip tight as he convulsed. You stayed still, letting him twitch and writhe in your mouth as you swallowed every drop.
Even after he finished, you didn’t stop right away—just slowed, licked, kissed at him softly.
Overstimulating him on purpose.
He was a mess. Chest heaving, sweat at his brow, lips parted and pupils blown wide. He looked wrecked.
“...Holy shit,” he panted. “I didn’t know you were gonna destroy me like that.”
You kissed his thigh, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling innocently. “I told you Russian girls are dangerous.”
He groaned, boneless, head falling back against the wall.
“Please marry me.”
“Тупой мальчик. Даже не знаешь, на что подписываешься.” ("Stupid boy. You don't even know what you're getting into.")
