Men with big ego's who are actually the whiniest whores ever.
NSFW under cut!!!
It’s not his fault he was blessed by being the greatest.
He has the best face, the best voice, the best body and he’s also the best in bed…
But he’s not the best at praising other people…and that unfortunately includes you.
He’ll always give you backhanded compliments like, “It’s okay..but mines is better!” Or “You look decent next to me..”
So it’s a shocker when he’s moaning and whining like a bitch and starts to praise you!
“Fuck! P-please princess! Doing so g-good, Please let me cum!” He cries out.
His poor dick can’t handle all the mean abuse you were doing! Giving him short and fast strokes and slowly massaging his tip with your other hand. :(
He knocked his head back and continued to let out moans and praises, tears started to pour out his pretty eyes. “Y-you’re amazing! N-ngh. Please please!”
He arched his back as his big muscular tried to touch your hands, you quickly slap them away and stop what you were doing. “N-no! Don’t stop pretty, I was almost done!”
His voice cracking as he’s under you, he ruts his hips up, trying to get any pleasure he could!! he don’t care how desperate and worthless he looked. He needed to cum!! :((
You laughed at his pitiful state and asked him who’s the best, he whined, not wanting to answer but this only made you slap his hips hard. He let out a yelp and started to yap away.
“Y-you baby! Fuckk uhh, y-your the best! The best! Love y-you s’much, so per-perfect!! wanna fuckin’ cum—”
You decided your heard enough and started to stroke him faster, “Ahh f-fuckkk yes! Yes like that! S-so good, ughh.” He shuts his eyes and shouts out incoherents, poor guy was fucked out his mind. :(
You felt his dick twitch indicating he was getting close, “C-cum! m’gonna cum! Don’t st-stop!” He had a strong grip on your arm, his big muscle flexing, beads of sweat rolling off.
You felt like he learned his lesson so you gave him permission to release.
You didn’t have to tell him twice!!
With one last moan, his body started to shake. Cum started to spurt out his tip, “Hnngh~", th-thank you! So f-fuckin gooddd!” the white sticky substance going all over your hands and his stomach.
He continued rutting into your soft hands to ride out his high. You looked at him in awe, his beautiful face flushed a dark red and sweat rolling down his chin. His beautiful locks disheveled and some pieces sticking to his forehead.
“Fuckkkk…” He whimpered out, his dick going limp and so did his body. He tried to catch his breath but was having troubles.
He released your arm and ran his fingers through his hair, “T-that was g-good” he looked you in the eyes.
Lets just say he didn’t get ANY sleep for that night.
KAISER, Sae, TENGEN, Sanemi, DAZAI, Ranpo, GOJO, OIKAWA, ATSUMU, BAKUGO, IZANA, Baji, Sanzu, GRAY, Natsu, (and any of your faves)
warnings: 18+, MDNI, they're nasty, riding, grinding, (not so) dry humping, fucking on the floor, unresolved conflict, based on this ask here
“Who the fuck invited you here, you absolute social reject?”
Some people might say that your reaction is unwarranted, but they don’t have to deal with Giyuu Tomioka on a daily basis. How someone as smart as him can be such a dipshit is beyond you, but here he is, at an Honor’s Society social mixer, stumbling into you and spilling his drink on your new shoes.
“Oh.” He glances down at your shoes before his ocean-blue eyes meet your gaze once more. “Sorry.”
His nonchalance only pisses you off even more. Him breathing around you is enough to irritate you. You’ve spent so much of your college career around this man since you’re in the same major, working through your honor’s program. It’s enough to drive a girl insane. His superiority complex is egregious: he barely even spares anyone else a glance when they talk to him.
And the way he treats you? You know he does it on purpose. With most people, his actions could be taken as introversion, small acts of aversion toward having to deal with other members of society. Every interaction he has with you, though, is laced with something else. He’s dismissive. He only ever makes eye contact with you when he gets a better grade than you or when your professor compliments him. He never smiles. He never laughs. He’s insufferable.
And hot. Everyone who sees him thinks he’s hot. Then they get to know him, and all those feelings go to die. Giyuu Tomioka has a way of making you feel less than every time he so much as looks down his nose at you.
There’s nothing you’ve ever wanted more than to wipe that smug fucking look off his face.
“‘Sorry?’” you spit. “That’s all you have to say to me? No, we need to talk, Tomioka.”
The way you snarl his name like a curse has something thrumming to life under his skin, something that’s only intensified by the way you grab his wrist and yank him down the hallway of the honors dorm.
Giyuu doesn’t know why he’s letting you drag him around like this. Your grip is tight, but it’s not tight enough to truly restrain him. An uncomfortable realization begins forming in his mind, but he shoves it away as quick as it comes.
Your footsteps halt outside of your door. The digital lock clicks open, and you yank him into your room. Giyuu doesn’t get any time to look at your decor before you’re slamming the door shut and shoving him up against the wood.
“What’s your problem with me, huh? You think I don’t deserve your time or something?”
Giyuu remains impassive as ever, but the sight of those big, blue eyes of his blinking down at you only serves to piss you off even more.
“I don’t even get an answer? God, fuck you,” you hiss.
“Fuck me, huh?” he asks quietly. His fists are balled at his side, silently shaking from the restraint it takes to keep from shoving you away.
It’s like this man was purposefully designed to get under your skin.
“Yeah, fuck you, Tomioka. You owe me a new pair of shoes.”
“That was an accident. I didn’t mean to do that. You always overreact. I apologized.”
“You expected me to take that as a sincere apology?”
“Yeah,” he shrugs.
Somehow, the two of you had gotten nose-to-nose. You’re only made away of the new proximity when his eyes flit down to your lips and then off over your shoulder.
“Oh, get a grip–”
“Gladly.”
Giyuu’s hands grab your waist, and he pulls you closer to him.
The first thought racing through your mind is, ‘OH GOD GET HIM AWAY,’ but it fades quickly. In its place comes a myriad of conflicting thoughts and emotions, but the only that sticks.
‘He’s so warm…’
You’re repulsed at the thought. You hate how good his body feels against yours. You hate that the image of his hands running over your body is playing in your mind. Giyuu’s the one trapped against your door, but somehow you’re the one who can’t escape.
“You’re disgusting,” you say weakly.
“So are you.” His head tips down just slightly, only enough to be able to study you. You with your averted gaze and fluttering pulse and nervous swallowing. Giyuu isn’t much better off, but he’s able to hide it.
“Why are you holding me?” you whisper.
“Why haven’t you moved away?”
There’s a moment where neither of you move. The air is churning with tension, setting you both on fire and consuming you until suddenly…
There’s no space left.
Your lips collide in a demanding kiss, mouths sliding over each other as hands grab and grope and grip. One of your hands is threaded through Giyuu’s thick hair. You’ve got a mean grip on it, steering his head around as your tongue bullies its way into his mouth. Your other hand has snuck under his shirt. It rests low on his belly, fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs.
Giyuu tries to flip your positions, but you end up shoving him back too fast. You move around each other in a half circle before meeting back in the middle of your room. Giyuu grabs the waistband of your skirt, but you manage to wrestle out of his hold.
“Stop running away,” he says lowly. “Are you a coward?”
His words reignite the flame in your chest, and you somehow manage to get him flat on his back. The fibers of your rug bite into your knees as you straddle him, but that’s the last thing on your mind. The most important thing is the fact that something hard is poking riiight up against the wet patch where you’ve soaked through your panties.
It’d be humiliating if Giyuu didn’t feel the same desperation. The hard ridge of his cock presses right between the seam of your pussy lips as you rock down against him, and it has the both of you groaning. Soon enough, the two of you are humping and grinding up against each other like animals. The friction adds to the growing delirium in your mind until all you can do is sink your nails into Giyuu’s clothed shoulders for better leverage.
“Hngh, fuck,” Giyuu whimpers. Whimpers. He whimpered. You made him whimper. The smug satisfaction is interrupted when his big hands grab your hips to still them. “Stop…stop, m’gonna cum.”
“Shit–why’d you stop, then?” Your voice comes out sulkier than you’d like, and it only makes Giyuu more shy.
“Don’t you want to…actually do it?” he mumbles.
The audacity of this man. Luckily, you have even more.
“Take your pants off and stop wasting time, then.”
Giyuu obliges and clumsily shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs, just enough for his cock to pop out and slap against his t-shirt.
‘Of course he has a big dick, too.’ You roll your eyes and slip your own ruined panties down your thighs. You don’t bother taking your skirt off. No, you’re too focused on imagining what it’ll feel like to have Giyuu’s cock stretching you open.
You grab him around his base and drag his silky head through your slick, gathering up enough of it that there’s minimal resistance when you finally slip him inside. Giyuu opens his mouth to say something, but you’re quick to shove your panties in his mouth. He splutters around the fabric, but his eyes roll back when the taste of you lands on his tongue. As indignant as he looks, he doesn’t take them out of his mouth.
He gets his payback by grabbing you around your hips and spearing you on the full length of him. The overwhelming stretch causes pleasure and pain to burst like stars behind your eyelids.
“You greedy fucker,” you mutter, grabbing him by the throat. The extra hand-hold gives you leverage to start bouncing on his cock. You don’t bother with shallow, sweet little grinds. No, you’re riding him mean and treasuring the feeling of his breath catching in his trachea.
You’re absently aware of Giyuu’s right hand sliding up your back, but you don’t think anything of it until his fingers clamp down on the back of it. He drags you down, forcing you to use your left hand to keep from collapsing on top of him. The shift in position allows him to plant his feet on the ground and meet your thrusts with his own.
You try to sit back up. Your right hand gives up its grip on his neck in favor of scrabbling at his chest for more leverage. Giyuu won’t let you get it, though, and he yanks you back down. Angry, red lines from your nails bloom over his chest. If he feels it, he ignores it.
He has the audacity to chuckle.
He’s laughing.
Laughing at you.
CRACK!
The room stills when your palm connects with his cheek. A red mark instantly appears on his cheek, and his blue eyes gloss over. At first, you think he’s going to start crying.
Then, the most pornographic whine you’ve ever heard in your life spills out of his mouth, only slightly mumbled by the fabric against his tongue.
“Did you like that? Fucking pervert.”
You seize the opportunity to take control again, your hips rolling over Giyuu’s in a punishing pace. Giyuu’s chest is clammy with sweat now, and you can tell he’s close from the way his cock is twitching inside you. He doesn’t fight it when his orgasm takes him. He lets his hips spasm and twitch under you while he floods your cunt with his cum.
No warning. No permission. Just pathetic moans shoved out through your panties.
“Who the fuck said you could cum, dipshit?”
Giyuu glares up at you, but his face quickly morphs into surprise when you keep riding him. His hands grab at your hips and waist, silently begging you for a moment of reprieve that you’re simply not willing to give him.
“No. You wanted to get off, and you got off. Now I get to get myself off.” Even with your bold declaration, you still quietly assess his face and his body language. He’s not leaning away, he’s not upset. If anything, he’s never looked more turned on. He’s so pathetic that it’s actually going to kill you. You remove the makeshift gag from his mouth just in case.
“Hah, hnngh, fuck, you’re–” the whimpered words immediately spill past his lips, and he lets out a deep groan when you circle your hips over his. “Take what you want.”
“Shiiiit,” you groan. Giyuu’s cock is angled right up against your g-spot, and the stimulation is finally catching up with you. Big, blue eyes watch on in a wanton haze as your fingers start circling your clit. The subsequent fluttering of your cunt breaks Giyuu down even farther. All he can do is hold onto your hips for dear life as you fuck him through the floorboards.
You cum quickly, walls clamping down around Giyuu’s cock. You stifle your moans with your hands, but you can’t hold them back when you manage to milk another orgasm out of Giyuu. Little drops of his cum drip down his balls and onto your carpet. You wince at the thought of having to clean it up later.
In fact, the whole night is starting to make you wince.
You just fucked Giyuu Tomioka. The Giyuu Tomioka you’ve hated since you started college. And he’s still looking up at you like you just shattered him apart and put him back together.
What the fuck are you doing?
You slide off him quickly and get to your feet, sitting down on the hardwood and putting your head in your hands. Giyuu’s a little slow to react, but he eventually tucks himself away and pulls his pants up around his hips again.
“So–”
“You should go,” you cut him off. “This was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
Giyuu’s gaze sits heavy on you like a dumbbell for a few moments. You don’t have to look up to know that he’s hurt by your words.
“Right. A mistake.” He shakes his head and walks to your door. “You have this mistake’s number. By the way.”
The door opens and shuts with a soft click, and you’re left alone with your thoughts and the mess you have to clean before your roommate gets back.
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