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Hi I was wondering if you could write another bratty frat bottom like your Gojo fic. It really moved something in me. Like maybe bratty frat college (sport of your choice) Captain getting his ass destroyed in the most rough and sexy way ever. And maybe by a rival captain that just beat them. Maybe some crying, some teary eyes, loud moaning, and risk taking cuz maybe the hotel walls are a bit thin.
Rival captain is reader maybeeee.
Anyways regardless of whether you write my crazy ask, I really love your work. You're so cool.
synopsis: rival captain teaches gojo about losing
pairing: gojo X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated, creds to howtodriveacar on x
warning: dacryphilia, spanking, brat gojo, rough sex, manhandling, degradation, marking
The rivalry between your universities has always been ugly, loud, and personal- especially on the basketball court. Gojo Satoru, captain and golden boy of his team, embodied everything frat culture loves: tall, unfairly athletic, flashy white hair, cocky smirk permanently glued to his face, and a mouth that never shut up. He threw the wildest parties, charmed (and fucked) half the campus, and played with the arrogance of someone who knew he was the best.
You two had been hate-fucking for almost a year now.
It started after a particularly hard game last season- both of you stayed behind in the empty locker room, adrenaline and anger boiling over until Gojo shoved you against the lockers and you ended up with his legs wrapped around your waist.Â
Ever since, the ârivalryâ was complicated. On the court you wanted to destroy each other. Off the court you couldnât keep your hands off each other. Secret hotel meetups after away games, late-night drives where heâd blow you in the backseat, quick and dirty fucks in empty classrooms or his frat house when everyone else was blackout drunk.
Gojo was an absolute brat about it every single time- teasing, mocking, pushing your buttons on purpose because he loved how hard youâd wreck him once he finally got under your skin. Heâd send you cocky selfies after his wins, then show up at your door later with that same smug grin and zero shame, practically daring you to put him in his place.
Tonight was the sweetest version yet.
Your team had just handed his team a decisive loss in the championship game. Gojo played like shit in the final quarter he was frustrated, distracted, and clearly affected by the way youâd been locking him down. After the game he disappeared from his teamâs celebration, only to show up at your hotel room still in his post-game sweats, hair messy, cheeks flushed from more than just the game.
The second the door closed, the mask slipped back into place.
You barely had time to lock the door before Gojo was already leaning against the dresser, arms crossed, wearing that signature bratty smirk.âCongrats, captain,â he drawled, voice dripping with mockery. âBeat us by fifteen and suddenly you think youâre hot shit? Cute.â
Even after losing, he was still running his mouth. Typical.
You crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and slammed him back against the wall hard enough to make the cheap hotel artwork rattle. Gojoâs breath hitched, but his eyes sparkled with challenge and heat.
âBeen waiting for this since the third quarter,â You growled, shoving a thigh between his legs. âYou played like a bitch tonight. Got distracted every time I touched you on the court.â
Gojo laughed breathless, and already a little strained. "Maybe I just like it when you get rough with me in front of all those people,â He shot back, hips rolling once against your thigh like the needy slut he was. âBet your whole team would lose their minds if they knew their captainâs been fucking me raw for months.â
You gripped his jaw, forcing his head back so those bright blue eyes met yours. His pupils were already blown wide.âKeep talking,â You warned, sliding your free hand down to roughly palm his ass through his sweats. âSee how loud I can make you scream within these thin fucking walls.â
Gojoâs smirk faltered for half a second when you shoved two fingers between his cheeks, pressing against his hole through the fabric. He was still sweaty from the game, skin hot, and you could feel the way his thighs trembled.
âF-fuck⌠at least prep me this time, asshole,â e muttered, but he was already arching his back, pushing his ass into your hand like he couldnât help it.
You spun him around, pressing his chest flush against the wall. One hand pinned both of his wrists above his head while the other yanked his sweats and boxers down in one rough motion, exposing that perfect, toned ass. You didnât bother being gentleâtwo dry fingers circled his rim before pushing in, stretching him open with the kind of roughness you knew he secretly craved.
Gojoâs forehead hit the wall with a thud. A shaky, broken moan slipped out before he could bite it back.
âShit-! Slow down, you fucking animal-â But his hips were already rocking back, chasing your fingers, greedy as always. You curled them hard against his prostate and his whole body jerked, a much louder moan tearing from his throat.
The walls really were thin. You could hear people laughing and music thumping from nearby rooms. If he got any louder-and you planned on making him much louder- the entire floor was going to hear the great Gojo Satoru getting his ass destroyed by his rival captain.
His eyes were already starting to water at the corners, lashes clumping together as he panted against the wallpaper. âStill gonna run your mouth, brat?â You asked, scissoring your fingers wider, deliberately rough.
Gojo let out a wet, teary little laugh, voice cracking. âMake me shut up then⌠if you can.â
He was already falling apart, and youâd barely started.
Gojoâs bratty challenge hung in the air for all of two seconds before you shoved a third finger into him without warning, stretching him wider. His body tensed hard, a choked gasp ripping from his throat as his walls clenched greedily around your fingers.
âF-fuuuck-!â His voice cracked beautifully. âYouâre such a dick-ahh!â
You curled your fingers again, brutally targeting his prostate with rough, punishing strokes. Gojoâs hips jerked forward against the wall like he was trying to escape the intensity, only to slam back down on your hand a moment later, chasing more.Â
His white hair was already sticking to his forehead with fresh sweat, and when you glanced at his face, you saw the first hints of glassy tears clinging to those long lashes. âAlways acting like such a fucking brat,â You growled against his ear, biting the lobe hard enough to make him whine. âEven after I just embarrassed your whole team on the court. You came here knowing exactly what was gonna happen, didnât you?â
He tried to laugh, but it dissolved into a broken moan as you sped up your fingers.
âI just⌠hah⌠wanted to see if the winner had any balls- ngh!â
You pulled your fingers out abruptly. Gojo let out a pathetic, needy sound at the sudden emptiness, his hole fluttering around nothing. Before he could complain, you spun him around, shoved him onto the bed, and yanked his sweats completely off.Â
He landed on his back, legs spread, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and that defiant, watery smirk still clinging to his lips.You stripped fast, cock already aching and leaking as you climbed over him. It was a good thing the hotel came stocked with lube,. Gojoâs eyes flicked down, pupils blown wide with lust and a flicker of anticipation.
âDonât go easy on me now, captain,â he taunted, voice breathy. âWouldnât want you to ah-!â
You hooked his legs over your shoulders and after a quick pour of lube pushed inside him in one rough thrust, burying yourself to the hilt. Gojoâs back arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a loud, broken cry that definitely carried through the thin walls.
âShit-! Too big, you fucking- mmph!â
You didnât give him time to adjust. You pulled back and slammed in again, hard and deep, setting a brutal pace that made the cheap hotel bed creak loudly. Every thrust punched a moan out of him loud and shameless. His eyes were watering for real now, pretty tears spilling down his face as he clawed at your shoulders.
âFuuuck slow down, asshole!â He sobbed, but his legs tightened around you, heels digging into your back like heâd die if you actually listened.
You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you while you railed him.âTell the whole floor how much you love getting destroyed by the guy who just beat your whole team,â You hissed, angling your hips to hammer his prostate relentlessly. âLouder, Gojo.â
A particularly hard thrust made him wail, head thrown back against the pillows. His voice cracked high and desperate, echoing off the walls. You could hear the faint sound of a door opening somewhere down the hall, someone was definitely listening now.
Gojoâs cock was leaking all over his toned abs, untouched and twitching with every brutal snap of your hips. His usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by teary, fucked-out bliss and an open mouth that couldnât stop moaning your name mixed with curses.
âGonna hah.. gonna cum-fuck, Iâm so close-!â He cried, voice hoarse and loud enough that half the team probably heard it.
You leaned down, biting his neck hard enough to leave a dark mark as you pounded into him even harder, chasing your own release while pushing him over the edge. âCum for me, Satoru. Let them all hear who owns this ass tonight.â
Gojoâs whole body seized up. A loud, broken sob tore out of him as he came untouched, stripes of white painting his chest and chin. His walls clenched rhythmically around you, milking your cock as fresh tears streamed down his flushed face.Â
The sight and feeling pushed you over right after him and you buried yourself deep and filled him up with a low groan. For a few long seconds the only sounds were both of you panting, the distant thump of music, and muffled voices from neighboring rooms.
Gojoâs chest heaved, eyes glassy and unfocused as he tried to catch his breath. A shaky, little smirk tugged at his swollen lips.
ââŚRound two in the shower?â He rasped, voice wrecked. âOr are you scared theyâll file a noise complaint?â
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You stepped out of the elevator into the hotel lobby the following morning, legs still a little loose from last nightâs marathon. Your team was already scattered around the breakfast area- some nursing hangovers with coffee, others loading up plates at the buffet. The energy was high after the championship win, laughter and shit-talking filling the space.
The second you walked over to their table, half your teammates turned with shit-eating grins.
âYo, Captain!â one of your forwards, Marcus, called out loud enough for the whole lobby to hear. âWhat the fuck, man? You trying to get us kicked out the hotel or what?â
Your point guard, Tyler, leaned back in his chair, smirking. âBro. I swear the walls were shaking. We heard that girl screaming through like three rooms. She was loud as hell.â
Marcus laughed, slapping the table. âNah, not just loud she was getting destroyed. All that moaning and crying? âFuck- ahh!ââ He did a terrible high-pitched impression that had the whole table cracking up.
You kept your face mostly neutral, though the corner of your mouth twitched. âYou idiots done?ââHell no,â Tyler grinned wider. âSo who was it? That cheerleader from their school thatâs been eyeing you? Or the one with the braids from the front desk? She sounded fine as hell, broâ
Another teammate, Jacob âSounded like she was getting her soul taken. We were all in the group chat last night debating if we should bang on the wall or just let you bw.â
You shrugged, grabbing a coffee from the table and taking a slow sip, trying not to think about how Gojo had been sobbing and moaning your name into the pillow just hours ago while you railed him into next week.
âMind your business,â You said casually, but your voice had a hint of smugness you couldnât quite hide. âShe was⌠enthusiastic.â
âEnthusiastic?â Marcus barked a laugh. âBro she was getting wrecked. You broke her or what?â
Before you could answer, the elevator dinged again.
Gojo Satoru stepped out looking far too good for someone who got his ass absolutely destroyed the night before. His white hair was messy in that deliberate way, neck covered by a hoodie he definitely hadnât been wearing last night (probably to hide the bite marks), and he walked with that usual cocky swagger even if his steps were just a little careful.
He locked eyes with you across the lobby for a brief second. That familiar bratty smirk tugged at his lips, eyes still a little red-rimmed from all the crying. He looked thoroughly fucked and entirely too pleased with himself.
Your teammates hadnât noticed him yet.
Tyler nudged you. âFor real though she coming down for breakfast? We gotta give her a round of applause. Poor girl probably canât even walk straight.â
Gojo, now close enough to overhear, let out a soft, amused huff as he passed your table on the way to the coffee station. He didnât stop, but he made sure you heard him mutter under his breath just loud enough for you: âTell them Iâm free later if they want an encore, captain.â
Your team kept laughing and pressing you for details while Gojo poured himself a coffee, glancing back over his shoulder with those bright, mischievous eyes that promised he was absolutely going to brat out again the second you two were alone.
You took another sip of coffee, hiding your smirk behind the cup.
Last nightâs ânoise complaintâ was definitely going to haunt you for the rest of the tournament stay⌠and you couldnât wait to make him scream even louder tonight.
Hello, I love your writings! I saw your req is open and Im craving for some Satoru fic :3
Just reader that kinda enabled FTM!Satoru to do whatever he likes (umm we are just too in love and trusting), but letâs say Satoru went overboard at one point and we need to remind him to behave.
We gotta include spanking in this one OwO just imagine him soaking the mattress from oversensitivity and pleasure, body twitching uncontrollably and fat tears going down his soft face. Ughhh ><
synopsis: satoru brats out and gets spanked and fucked.
pairing: ftm! gojo X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated, a bit short but oh well
warning: dacryphilia, squirting, spanking, ftm gojo, rough sex, overstimulation
The club was packed with sorcerers and civilians alike, with the occasional flare of cursed energy in the corners where people were showing off. You were relaxed against the bar, drink in hand, when it happened.
Satoru had been glued to your side all night, one arm draped possessively around your waist, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to your temple like he was marking territory. A visiting sorcerer from another clan, clearly a few drinks deep and overly confident, approached you while Satoru was momentarily distracted ordering more drinks.
The man leaned in too close, voice low and flirtatious. âDidnât expect to see someone like you here tonight. Mind if I buy you another drink?â
His fingers brushed against your arm.
The temperature in the immediate area dropped. Satoru was suddenly there, Six Eyes glowing dangerously bright behind his sunglasses. Without a word, he activated Blue and cursed energy surged forward, aimed directly at the manâs face.
The man stumbled back with a shout, hands flying up to shield his eyes as the technique nearly blinded him. Gasps and yells erupted around you. People scrambled away, creating a sudden circle of empty space.
Immediately your hand shot out to clamp down on Satoruâs wrist like a vice before he could escalate further. âWeâre done here,â you said, voice filled with anger.
You dragged him through the crowd, ignoring the stares and whispers. Satoru didnât even try to resist, but he was still vibrating with jealousy, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips even as you pulled him outside into the cool night air.
The car ride home was dead silent. Satoru kept glancing at you from the passenger seat, that cocky little grin never fully disappearing, like he was waiting to see exactly how youâd punish him for the mess heâd caused.
The moment the apartment door clicked shut, you didnât waste time.
âBedroom. Now.â
Satoru obeyed, but he moved with deliberate slowness to tease you, hips swaying just enough to test you. Once inside, you told him, âEverything off except my shirt.â
He stripped slowly, peeling away his clothes until he was left in nothing but your oversized black button-up. The hem barely covered the tops of his thighs. He looked up at you with bright, expectant eyes, cheeks already faintly flushed.
You sat on the edge of the bed first, then pointed to your lap.
âFace down. Ass up. Legs spread.â
Satoruâs breath hitched. He crawled onto your lap, pressing his chest and cheek into the pillow, arching his back deeply so his ass was presented high. The shirt rode up completely, exposing his smooth, pale cheeks and the slick, puffy folds of his cunt already glistening with arousal.
You took your time rubbing slow circles over his ass, letting the anticipation build until he was squirming. âYou donât get to decide who looks at me, Satoru,â you said calmly, voice low. âThatâs my job.â
The first hard spank echoed sharply. Satoru jolted forward with a gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets. You didnât pause, raining heavy smacks one after another, turning his pale skin a bright, stinging pink, then a deeper red.
Every impact made his ass jiggle and forced more slick to drip from his cunt onto your lap. His thighs eventually started trembling. When you felt the familiar flicker of Infinity trying to wrap around him, you reached between his legs and pinched his swollen clit hard in warning. Satoru cried out, hips bucking wildly as the technique vanished.
âNo hiding,â you growled, spanking him harder. âYou caused a fucking scene tonight just because someone looked at me.â
Tears quickly gathered in his eyes. His soft, flushed face pressed harder into the pillow as broken moans and whimpers spilled out. The more you spanked him, the wetter he got, forming a growing soaked patch beneath him.
By the time his ass was a vivid, glowing red, Satoru was sobbing openly. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking the fabric. His whole body twitched uncontrollably with every strike, cunt clenching and drooling messily.
You kept the rhythm merciless, pushing him straight through his first orgasm. His pussy pulsed hard, squirting messily onto the mattress as violent shudders ripped through him. You didnât stop, spanking him through the overstimulation until a second, even stronger orgasm crashed into him. His hips jerked and twitched wildly, another gush of slick flooding out while broken apologies and moans filled the room.
âIâm sorry-! Iâm sorry, I wonât do it again- please- ahh~!â
Tears streamed freely down his pretty face. Only then did you decide to take mercy on his ass. You let the silence linger for a moment, one hand gently rubbing over Satoruâs glowing red ass while he continued to twitch and whimper into the pillow.
His cunt was a complete mess- puffy, flushed dark, and still pulsing visibly. He looked utterly debauched: face buried in the tear-soaked pillow, ass raised high, legs trembling, your shirt bunched up around his waist.
You took a long moment just to admire him- your strong, untouchable Satoru reduced to this trembling, leaking, teary-eyed mess because of you.
Only when his breathing started to even out slightly did you move. You lifted him up and repositioned him to be lying flat on the mattress. You shifted behind him, knees planted on the bed as you gripped his hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. The head of your cock nudged against his dripping entrance, sliding slowly up and down along his slick, puffy folds.
Satoru let out a broken, needy whine, hips instinctively trying to push back against you, desperate for more. âStay still,â you ordered quietly, voice low and firm. Your grip tightened on his hips, holding him exactly where you wanted.
He whimpered in protest but obeyed, fingers twisting tighter into the sheets.
Then you pushed in.
A wrecked moan tore from Satoruâs throat as your thick cock stretched his oversensitive walls. Even though he was soaked and sloppy, the slow stretch made his whole body jerk and shudder violently. His cunt fluttered and clenched around every inch you gave him, greedy and pulsing like it couldnât decide whether it was too much or not enough.
âF-fuuuckâŚâ he sobbed, voice hoarse and cracking. âYouâre so deep ahh-!â
You kept pushing until you bottomed out completely, hips pressed flush against his reddened ass. You stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting him feel every thick inch stretching him open while his body twitched and spasmed around you.
Then you started moving- slow, grinding rolls of your hips that dragged heavily against every sensitive spot inside him. You forced him to feel exactly who owned him.
Satoruâs moans turned into broken, hiccuping cries as you fucked him through the overstimulation. Fresh tears slipped down his flushed cheeks while his cunt continued to pulse and leak around your cock with every slow thrust.
âYouâre mine,â you murmured against his shoulder, voice rough. âI spoil you rotten because I love you⌠but I guess I always need to remind you who you belong to when you need it.â
He nodded frantically, babbling soft, teary apologies and âyours, yours, only yoursâ between moans as you continued fucking him slow and deep.
When a weak orgasm finally hit, his cunt squeezed around you like a vice, squirting messily around your cock and dripping down onto the bed.
By the time you finally chased your own release, Satoru was barely coherent- moaning and whimpering your name like it was the only word he remembered. You buried yourself to the hilt and came hard, filling him up with thick, deep pulses. His body shuddered violently at the feeling, another small twitchy orgasm ripping through him.
You stayed inside him for a long while afterward, gently stroking his back and sides while he trembled beneath you. Eventually you pulled out carefully, a thick trail of mixed cum and slick leaking from his used cunt.
Satoru collapsed completely onto the soaked mattress with a broken little sigh. You flipped him over gently and pulled him into your arms. He immediately clung to you like a lifeline, face buried in your chest, legs tangled with yours, arms wrapped tight around your waist. His whole body was still twitching faintly, soft sniffles escaping as the last tears dried on his cheeks.
You pressed slow kisses to the top of his head, his damp forehead, and the bridge of his nose. âIâve got you,â you whispered. âBehave next time, baby.â
Satoru nodded weakly against your chest, already half-asleep. ââŚLove you,â he mumbled, voice tiny and hoarse.
His breathing evened out within minutes, body heavy and exhausted in your arms. You held him close, one hand gently rubbing his sore ass, the other carding through his messy white hair as he slept.
He smirked and winked at you as he went past, even in cuffs he had the gall to look so smug.
You didnât know why the police brass even bothered to arrest him at this point. They all had to know he was toying with the whole department like it was his personal playground. He'd let himself get caught, strut through booking like a celebrity on a red carpet, then the next day walk out the front doors free of charges as if nothing had ever happened.Â
If it wasnât conveniently âlostâ evidence or a corrupted chain of custody, it was the judges, witnesses, and half the detectives who mysteriously ended up on his payroll.
You sighed, sinking back into your chair at your desk. The key evidence bag from lockup- the one that could actually put him away this time- sat in your drawer.Â
You'd lifted it last night, and already had the plan ready: some overworked beat cop would take the fall for the âmissingâ contraband.Â
You stared at the drawer for a long moment, wondering how you could even do this job without the smallest flicker of guilty conscience anymore. But the answer was always the same. The first time you'd met him, everything had changed and especially you.Â
He wasn't the type to let someone slip away once he'd decided they were his. His reputation preceded him: obsessive, patient, and utterly merciless when it came to claiming what he wanted.
And somehow, against every instinct and every oath you'd ever taken, youâd decided you wanted him.
You were too far gone for him. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no redemption arc waiting. You was the mob bossâs husband, after all- whether the rest of the world knew it yet or not.Â
The ring he had given you in return for your proposal ring for him was hidden on a chain beneath your shirt. Every time he passed you in cuffs, every time he winked like he owned the entire precinct, it was just another reminder:
You wasnât just a cop anymore. Â
And you both knew it.
You rubbed a hand over your face, trying to push the memory of last night out of your head. The way he had cornered you in the evidence room after hours, lips brushing your ear while his fingers traced the badge still pinned to your chest. It didn't even matter how he had gotten in.
âCareful, detective,â He had purred, voice sweet like poison honey. âKeep playing this game with me and I might just decide to put you in cuffs next time⌠but for much better reasons.â
You hated how easily your body had reacted.
The worst part? Â
You didnât even feel bad about it anymore.
You just felt the pull. That sick, addictive pull that came every time he looked at you like he was the only thing in the world worth playing for.
Your phone buzzed on the desk in alert of a new message, it had no name just a number you knew oh so well. Â
âDinner tonight, husband. Wear the blue tie I like. And donât be late or Iâll have to come collect you myself.â
You closed your eyes, a helpless, traitorous smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.Â
God forgive you.
He was already waiting, lounging on the edge of the massive bed like a queen on her throne, still wearing that smug little smirk from the precinct. The cuffs he'd âforgottenâ to return earlier dangled from one finger, glinting menacingly under the low lights.
âTook you long enough, detective,â He drawled, voice dripping with mock disappointment. âI was starting to think youâd grown a spine and stood me up.â
You couldn't even answer. Your throat felt too dry, your pulse hammering as he rose and slowly circled you like a predator sizing up prey. Which was very ironic considering you towered over him and weighed much more. His fingers hooked into the knot of your tie, tugging you forward until his chest brushed yours.
âOn the bed,â He ordered softly. âNow.â
You obeyed without a word, heat flooding your face. The moment your back hit the mattress he was on you, straddling your hips like a professional. The expensive fabric of his clothes brushed against you as he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other already working open your belt.
âLook at you,â He murmured, lips by your ear. âAll those shiny badges and big talk at the station and here you are, hard and desperate the second I snap my fingers. Pathetic, isnât it?â
A low groan escaped you as he ground down against the growing bulge in your slacks, the friction maddening through too many layers of fabric. He laughed softly at the sound, all too pleased with himself.
âAlready leaking for me and I havenât even taken your pants off yet. My sweet little corrupt cop⌠so eager to ruin his career just to fuck the criminal heâs supposed to be chasing.â
He released your wrists only long enough to shove his shirt up, exposing his chest. Your mouth found one nipple, teeth grazing just hard enough to make him arch and gasp. While you were distracted he freed your cock, wrapping his fingers around it in a slow, teasing stroke.
âSo hard,â He cooed, as if was talking to a child, thumb circling the slick head. âAnd all mine. Say it.â
Your voice cracked. âYours⌠fuck- Iâm yours.â
âGood boy.â
He didnât bother undressing fully and just pushed his trousers down just enough to show he was already ready. With no prep he just lined himself up and sank down on you in one smooth motion.
You groaned his response, hands moving to his hips as he took you all. The heat of him and tight grip was overwhelming. He rode you like he owned you -because he did- with no mercy.
Hands braced on your chest, he rolled his hips maddeningly slow, taking exactly what he wanted. Every time you tried to thrust up to meet him, he pressed you back down with a firm hand on your chest.
âStay still,â He snapped, âYou donât get to fuck me tonight. You get to lie there and take it while I use you.â
He pace quickened, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside his broken gasps and your moans.
âLook at you,â He taunted, leaning down so his lips hovered just above yours. âDetective of the year, letting the cityâs most wanted ride his cock like a cheap toy. If your little precinct buddies could see you now whimpering and leaking inside me while I drain every last bit of dignity you have left.â
You was coming apart beneath him, fingers digging into the sheets, fighting the urge to move as he clenched around you deliberately on every downstroke.
He reached back, cupping your balls and giving them a light, teasing squeeze. âGonna come already? So soon? How embarrassing. Iâve barely started using you.â
âPlease-â You gasped, hips twitching helplessly.
âPlease what?â He slowed to a torturous grind, circling his hips so he felt every inch of you. âPlease let me cum in the hole of the criminal i'm supposed to arrest? Please ruin my life with your tight hole?â
He laughed again when you only moaned in response, then picked up speed, riding him harder, chasing your own pleasure without mercy.
âThatâs it⌠just a desperate, cock for me. My husband~â
Then with a strangled cry you came hard inside him but he kept on moving, milking every last drop out of you.Â
Even as you shuddered and whimpered from oversensitivity, he kept riding you, slower now but just as deep, drawing out every helpless twitch and gasp. Until he finally clenched around you and came with a satisfied sigh, cum splattering onto your chest.
He stayed there for a long moment, still seated on your softening cock, looking down at your flushed, wrecked face more softly now.
âSuch a good boy,â He purred, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. âMy sweet detective.â
You could only lie there, chest heaving, knowing you wouldn't change a thing.
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synopsis: the perfect student has a slutty secret
pairing: sieun X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated - even to give me feedback, requested by @thelonelypotatopleb
warning: school sex, secret relationship, light marking, creampie, rough sex
Glancing sideways during the free period, you weren't surprised to see Sieun laser-focused on his studies. His pencil practically flew across the notebook, scribbling equations and annotations. He often forgot to take a break unless you reminded him- hell, the guy could zone out for hours if left alone with a textbook.
To anyone else, Sieun was the quiet, studious student, the one who blended into the background of the classroom unless you managed to piss him off. Then you had to beware of any flying objects coming your way.
But only you could possibly notice his lingering glances at you across the rows of desks. Those quick flicks of his eyes, disguised as checking the clock or scanning the board, but really drinking you in- you knew he loved the way your uniform shirt stretched over your shoulders. Or when he was sat there scribbling notes down, he'd bounce his leg uncontrollably, a tell-tale sign of his horniness building.
You couldn't blame him; focus eluded you too. Every few seconds, you caught yourself glancing at the clock, willing the hands to speed up until school finally ended.Â
At the sound of the bell ringing. Sieun casually packed his bag, zipping it with false calmness. As the room emptied in a shuffle of chairs and chatter, he leaned in close while passing your desk, his voice a nonchalant mutter right in your ear. "Our spot. Now." The words were flat, like he was suggesting a quick review session, but you knew the actual meaning. His pace as he headed out was slightly hurried, shoulders tense under his backpack straps, all but gagging for it after hours of restraint.
You followed at a casual distance through the hallways, weaving past clusters of students lingering by lockers. 'Your spot' was a secluded study room with frosted windows that blurred any prying eyes and a door that locked. It was the kind used only by your friendship group for group projects, but today, it was yours alone.Â
Sieun slipped in first, holding the door just long enough for you to duck inside before securing the lock. He turned toward you in an instant, hands already twitching at his sides, itching to pull you close and get under you.Â
Sieun's breath came quicker now, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he advanced, shrugging off his backpack and letting it thud to the floor.
"Couldn't fucking wait," he growled, voice low and stripped of the classroom mildness. His fingers hooked into your belt loops, yanking you forward until your bodies collided so you were chest to chest. He backed you toward the table, the edge digging into your thighs , mouth crashing against yours in a messy, demanding kiss. His teeth grazed your lower lip hard enough to sting.
Sieun's hands were everywhere sliding under your shirt to rake nails down your back, leaving those faint scratches he loved marking you with. He broke the kiss only to nip at your jaw, whispering hot against your skin, "All day, I've been waiting for this. Needed you pounding into me, making my belly swell with your cock." His hips ground forward, hard length straining against his pants, rubbing insistently against your thigh.
You grabbed his waist, flipping positions with a shove that had him perched on the desk's edge, legs parting to pull you between them. Textbooks tumbled to the floor in a cascade of pages and thuds, but Sieun didn't care his focus was solely on you, eyes glazed over. He fumbled with your shirt buttons, popping them open one by one, exposing skin he immediately latched onto with his mouth. Sucking hard at your collarbone, he left a blooming red mark, tongue lapping over it possessively.
"No one else gets to see you like this," You panted, as hands shoved your shirt off your shoulders. "Gagging for my dick, to be filled." His face flushed, palming himself through his pants, a whine building in his throat. You could feel his body tremble, the way his body arched toward you, desperate for contact.
Pants came next yours yanked down roughly, his following in a frantic scramble. Sieun's cock sprang free, hard and leaking, but he ignored it, eyes locked on yours as he spread his legs wider on the desk. "Fuck me now," he demanded, voice husky, one hand reaching back to brace himself while the other guided your hips.Â
No lube just the slick of his own spit as he wet his fingers briefly and smeared it over himself, hole clenching in anticipation.
You thrust in deep on the first push, the tight heat of him gripping you like a vice. Sieun's head fell back, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as his walls fluttered around your length. "Yes- fuck-, fuck me," he gasped, legs hooking over your hips to pull you deeper.Â
The desk creaked under the force, wood groaning as you set a rough pace, slamming in with each snap of your hips. His body jolted with every thrust, belly already starting to show that telltale bulge where you filled him, the outline visible under his skin as he pressed a hand there, rubbing obsessively.
"Look at that," he breathed, eyes half-lidded, obsessed with the sight. "Your cock is filling me up- ah- so good." His nails dug into your shoulders, scratching deeper now, red lines blooming across your skin. He leaned up to bite at your neck, teeth sinking in just enough to mark.
The rhythm built, skin slapping against skin in the quiet room loud, obscene sound mingled with his babbling pleas. "Harder- need you." Sieun's cock bobbed untouched between you, dripping pre-cum onto his stomach.
You gripped his hips bruisingly, angling deeper to hit that spot that always made his eyes roll back. He choked on a moan, body seizing as pleasure spiked through him. "There- fuck-, right there. Been dying for this all day, couldn't focus on shit." His whispers turned incoherent, cock-drunk haze settling in as he clung to you.
The chair nearby wobbled as you shifted, one hand bracing against it for leverage, the other pinning Sieun's wrist to the desk. Textbooks crunched underfoot, pages tearing slightly from the chaos. Sieun's free hand roamed your chest, then scratching down to your abs, marking every inch he could reach.
"Don't stop," He begged, voice breaking into a whine as the bulge in his belly shifted with each thrust "Want all of your cum inside me." His legs tightening to lock you in place, refusing any pull back. The pace turned desperate, as yiu got close to your own orgasm.
Sieun's breaths came in ragged pants, body trembling on the edge. He ground down to meet each thrust, hole clenching greedily, milking you deeper. "Cum in me- fill me up please-." His tongue hung out, gagging for the release only you could give.
The room filled with the sounds of the chair creaking in protest, desk thudding against the wall, your grunts mixing with his desperate cries.Â
Finally, with a shattered cry, Sieun came untouched ropes of cum splattering his stomach, clenching around you so hard it pulled your own orgasm crashing over. You buried deep, spilling hot inside him, every spurt claimed as he wrapped his legs vice-like, refusing to let any escape till you came. He whimpered at the sensation though.
You collapsed forward, bodies tangled in a sweaty heap on the desk, breaths mingling as the aftershocks faded. Sieun's fingers traced lazy patterns on your scratched skin, soft kisses peppering your shoulder.
As you both cleaned up you watched Sieun revert to his nonchalant self almost incredulously. He ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his uniform with a slight smirk.
But as soon as you both left the room, no one would've guessed anything happened. (Except for the slight limp in his walk that is)
Luv your blog sm I don't seemsle readers that often so this is such a legendary tumbler pull for međź
Can I request Shidou ryusei from bllk with top male reader who prefers going vanilla and slow while in sex but really he's just holding back and shidou doesn't mind but he felt particularly riled up one day and started teasing reader that's he doesn't have the balls to go rough in bed which lowk ticks the reader off and shows him how much he's held back. Do you write after-care? If you do, mind adding that at the end with shidou dazzled wt reader the whole time and acting like he fell in love all over again.
synopsis: He wanted your attention. He gets it.
pairing: Shidou X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated
warning: marking, aftercare, teasing, rough sex
You blinked against the early light leaking through the cracked blinds. The fan above creaked on a low setting, doing a piss-poor job of circulating air in Shidouâs disaster of a bedroom. Someone- probably Shidou, definitely Shidou- had thrown a hoodie over one of the fan blades. It flopped lazily every time the fan turned, threatening to fall but stubbornly clinging on.
There was an open energy drink on the floor by the bed. A pair of cleats under the dresser. One sock in the window.Â
Every single time you stayed over, it was like waking up inside a frat house that got hit by a tornado. And in the eye of that storm, sprawled half on top of you like a cat and a sandbag had a baby, was Shidou Ryuusei.
His breath ghosted warm across your chest. Hair sticking up in five different directions. One thigh slung lazily across your hips, like he owned the right to pin you down in his sleep. He snored, barely just soft exhales that huffed out with every rise of his chest. The kind of sleep only someone completely unaware of consequences could have.
You exhaled slow, letting your eyes flutter closed again. Not that you minded.
Your body ached from the gym yesterday, a slow dull throb across your back and thighs but it was manageable. What wasnât manageable was him. The way he burrowed closer with a lazy sigh, nuzzling into your neck like heâd earned the right to be there.
He always did that like it was his instinct. He did it after every time you fucked always sprawling across your body like he expected to be held.
And every time, you let him.
Maybe that was the problem.
You brushed a knuckle lightly down the curve of his spine. He made a sound - part groan, part complaint - and shifted, burying his face further into the crook of your neck. His thigh flexed against your hip. You held still, let him settle.
There was nothing demanding about mornings with Shidou. At least, not until he woke up.
âMmmâŚâ Shidou hummed against your throat, voice rough and barely awake. âYouâre still here.â
You didnât answer right away. His bed was warm, his weight was heavy, and for once, he wasnât vibrating with energy like a kid on caffeine. The silence felt nice.
He shifted again, nuzzling lazily into the crook of your neck. His lips brushed your skin.
âYâknow,â he murmured, barely above a whisper, âYou always sleep so close. Youâre so warm and gentle.â
A pause. âYou ever gonna do more than cuddle me like a teddy bear?â
Another pause. Then, teeth scraped lightly at your collarbone.
ââŚOr you gonna actually rail me one of these mornings?â
Your eyes opened. Slowly.
There it was again. That voice, that look. The part of him that always asked for trouble. You tried not to give into his teasing attempts. He either didnât know you was holding back. Or maybe he did, and that was the problem. But you weren't about to give in now.
After his comment, Shidou flopped back down on the pillow but kept peeking at you from under his messy bangs. âYouâve never gone rough once. Not once. Makes a guy wonder, yâknow?â
You weren't surprised he noticed that you chose the more gentler approach every time. Ryu managed to notice everything that made people tried to hide which was suprising considering his personality.
You smiled faintly, brushing hair out of Shidouâs face. âYou know, most people say âgood morningâ before asking to get railed.â
âI didn't realize you liked being treated rough, Ryuusei.â You continued, causing him to raise his eyebrow at the lack of nickname.
"Come on I've seen you at the gym. You could toss me through a wall if you wanted to." He rolled his eyes "But in bed? Snooze fest.â
He teased you as you knew he wanted to be proved wrong. But before you could say anything else he left for the bathroom.Â
 He didnât bring it up again well not right away. But the gleam in his eyes over breakfast said enough. He was obviously planning something.
You were making pancakes for him after he had begged you to. Instead of helping he was bouncing a football against a wall. When he suddenly stopped and came up behind you and played with the waistband of your boxers. âYou gonna feed me and kiss my forehead next?â
âThat mouth of yoursâs gonna get you in trouble.â Was all you responded not in the mood to burn your breakfast. You flipped the pancakes flipping neatly while Shidou wandered off with his stupid smirk and the football tucked under his arm.
The silence didnât last long.
By the time you finished cleaning up and collapsed onto the couch, he reappeared like a pest with perfect timing. Shirtless now. Damp hair. Toothpick in his mouth like he thought he was some delinquent heartthrob out of an anime.
âDonât tell me youâre tired already,â he drawled, then flopped down across your lap like his spine didnât exist. His arms sprawled out over the cushions, head tilted back to look up at you, eyes glittering with challenge.
You didnât move.
He grinned.
âYou know,â he started, stretching his arms over his head until his shirt rode up his abs, âbet you canât even pull my hair right.â
You didnât take the bait. You just looked at him. Calm. Unbothered.
âCome on, Daddy, show me youâve got a spine.â
You raised an eyebrow. "Seriously,â He went on, like he was performing on stage, âyou look strong, but youâre just a fucking pillow princess with abs.â
He reached for your hand then, grabbed it by the wrist and tried to drag it up toward his hair. âGo on. Donât be shy.â
You let him, just long enough for his eyes to spark with smug triumph. âYouâre really pushing it,â you murmured, voice low.
Shidou laughed. âOr maybe Iâm just bored of bedtime story sex.â
Your fingers twitched. He noticed.
âCome on. Youâre all bark, no bite. Iâm not scared of a guy who fucks like heâs apologizing.â He obviously wasnât mocking you to be cruel.
He wanted a reaction. He wanted to see what you looked like when you didnât hold back.
You leaned down, voice just above a whisper. âKeep talking,â you said, tone cool and razor-sharp. âAnd Iâll show you just how soft Iâm not.â
Shidouâs mouth curved like heâd just won a game you didnât know you were playing.
You stood up, letting him fall off your lap in a heap. He laughed on his way down, catching himself with one arm and sprawling even harder onto the carpet like a damn lunatic.
âYou ever think,â you added as you walked toward the hallway, âIâm not rough because I donât need to be?â
His grin widened, teeth flashing.
âSure,â he called after you, smug, head tilted. âAnd I don't moan loud because I respect noise complaints.â
He stretched again, stood, and padded toward the kitchen - not before glancing back at you over his shoulder. âDonât keep me waiting forever, Daddy. I wanna see what happens when you snap.â
Then came the moment that snapped whatever patience you had left.
A sharp impact against the wall.
A breathless laugh. It just bait left hanging in the air.
That was worse.
You stood, temper thin, and walked down the hallway with a slow inevitability you didnât bother to hide.
Shidou waited at your bedroom door, body angled in lazy confidence, shirt discarded, hair damp. His gaze dragged over you, pupils blown wide with anticipation,Â
He knew exactly what he was doing.
His eyes dragged over you slowly, pupils blown wide with anticipation, like heâd engineered every second leading up to this moment just to see you walk toward him like that.Â
Then his mouth was on yours his teeth scraped your bottom lip, then your neck, biting just a little too hard. A low, smug whisper ghosted against your damp skin. âStill gonna fuck me like Iâm made of glass?â
You paused. The entire world narrowed to the heat of his body under yours, the challenging glint in his half-lidded eyes, the cockiness of his smile.
A slow, dangerous smirk curled your lips. Your voice dropped, low, a promise and a threat woven together. âYou really want to see what Iâve been holding back, huh?â
Shidou let out a laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. âPlease, scare me.â
In one motion, you flipped him. The world spun for him, a dizzying blur of ceiling then his back hit the mattress with a soft thump, his wrists pinned in one of your hands above his head.Â
His wide, surprised eyes met yours. The cocky grin was still frozen on his face, but it was starting to falter, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. You didnât give him time to speak. Your free hand fisted in his bright hair, yanking his head back to expose the long, taut line of his throat. A sharp gasp ripped from him, not of pain, but of shock.
âThis what you wanted?â you growled, your voice gravel against his ear. Your other hand released his wrists, but he didnât move them, mesmerized. Your fingers dug into the meat of his thigh, pushing his leg up and back, opening him up completely. You teased out the dildo he of course had in, he was just waiting for this to happen.
The blunt head of your cock pressed against him, and you pushed inside without another second of hesitation. The thrust had his mouth fell open in a silent, stunned O.
You set a ruthless pace. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by his ragged, punched-out moans. You kept your hold on his hair, forcing him to look at you.
âYou think I was soft because I couldnât?â You bit out through a groan, your rhythm never faltering, you fucked him him so hard he could barely speak. âI was being good for you, Ryuusei.â
His smart mouth was useless now. All that came out were broken syllables, choked gasps, and your name, over and over, a desperate mantra. His eyes rolled back, his body arching off the bed, completely at the mercy of the pleasure-pain you were orchestrating. He was wrecked, and he loved every second of it.
You leaned down, your breath hot on his neck, and sank your teeth into it. He cried out, a sound youâd never heard from him before. You marked him again on his hip, a bruise already forming.
His climax hit him like a train, his entire body seizing up, a whine tearing from his throat as he spilled between your bodies, untouched. You didnât stop. You didnât even slow. You fucked him through the shaking, overwhelming sensitivity, your thrusts growing rougher, deeper, chasing your own release inside his trembling, oversensitive body.
âF-fuck wait-!â he slurred, but his hands were clutching at your back, pulling you closer, begging you to continue even as he writhed from the intensity.
You drove into him one last, final time, burying yourself to the hilt as your own orgasm ripped through you. A low groan rumbled from your chest as you pulsed inside him, painting his insides with your release.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of harsh, ragged breathing. Shidou was limp beneath you, boneless, completely broken in the best way. You carefully pulled out, and he made a weak, pathetic sound of protest.
You looked down at him. Flushed, sweaty, marked up, and utterly dazed. The bratty smirk was nowhere to be found. You slid your arms under his back and knees, lifting him effortlessly against your chest. He was pliant, his head lolling against your shoulder, arms weakly clinging to your neck.
In the bathroom, you set him on the closed toilet lid and started the bath. The steam began to fog the mirror. You took a warm, wet cloth and gently wiped the sweat from his chest, the spend from his stomach. His eyes were half-closed, hazy with exhaustion and a deep, sated glow.
He mumbled into the steamy air, his voice raspy and thick. âYou tryna marry me or whatâŚ?â A drowsy, loopy smile touched his lips. âShit, maybe I am in love.â
You chuckled, a low, warm sound, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. âYouâll shut up next time I go slow, huh?â
Back in the cleaned-up bed, he curled into your chest like a vines seeking sun, one hand loosely tangled in your shirt. The smugness was trying to make a comeback, but it was drowned in a drowsy daze. âNah,â He whispered.
âIâll just beg next time. Your monster dick deserves it.â He nuzzled into your neck, the place heâd drooled on you just that morning. âCanât believe I called you soft⌠fuck me.â
"Come on you can take it, you begged for it remember." You gently swatted his hand away as he tried to push against you. He whined so prettily at the sensation of you pounding him. Everytime you thrusted in him you hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.
He huffed at you in response- well as best as he could in between moans. You can see the way his eyes rolled back into his head and it caused you to let out a guttural groan. He was such a pretty sight in the lingerie he was so hesitant to wear. It was baby pink and complimented his skin perfectly and made him seem like an angel.Â
In this position, you could clearly see the outline of your cock imprinted in his lithe stomach and when you placed a hand over it- he shuddered. Your dick was coated in his juices yet you weren't stopping until he squirted all over you.
The second he had shyly admitted heâd never squirted before, you decided right then and there that tonight was going to change that. Your thumb pressed firmly against his clit, rubbing circles while you pounded into him without mercy. He twitched and writhed underneath you, body twisting and arching as he tried to escape the sensations.
But you didn't let up instead you quickened your pace as you could tell he was close to orgasm. You watched his face twist, mouth dropping open in a silent cry, his whole body seized up beneath you. A broken, high-pitched keen tore from his throat as his walls clenched violently around your cock, pulsing in rapid waves.
âThatâs it- come on, baby, let go for me,â Your voice was thick with lust. You didnât slow down though, didnât ease the relentless grind of your hips or the slick circles your thumb was drawing over his swollen clit. âYouâre gonna squirt for me. I can feel it.â
His eyes fluttered, lashes wet with unshed tears, and he shook his head frantically even as his hips jerked up to meet every brutal thrust. âN-no ahh- too much-!â he sobbed, but the words dissolved into another desperate moan when you pressed down harder on the bulge in his stomach, feeling your cock drag against that spot inside him with every stroke.
His thighs trembled violently in your grip, the delicate pink lace of the lingerie sticking to his sweat-slicked skin. Then his back arched clean off the bed, a cry ripping out of him.
A hot gush of clear fluid suddenly sprayed against your abdomen, soaking your skin and the sheets beneath him. He squirted hard, pulsing around you in messy, uncontrollable waves while his clit throbbed wildly under your fingers.
âFuck yes, just like that,â You groaned, the sight and feeling of him losing control pushing you dangerously close to the edge. You kept fucking him through it, drawing out every last shudder and spurt until his voice cracked into hoarse little whimpers and his body went limp, twitching with aftershocks.
Only then did you slow your thrusts, still buried deep inside his fluttering heat, and lean down to kiss the tears from his flushed cheeks. âLook at you⌠such a good boy. First time and you soaked everything.â You nipped at his earlobe, voice low and teasing. âThink you can do it again for me?â
He could only answer with a weak, broken whine, his body still clenching greedily around you even as he tried to catch his breath.
Can I ask what requests u have rn? (Just wanna see if tumblr ate my ask lol)
Sorry, it would take forever to copy and paste them all as i've got a lot of requests. Send in another ask briefly saying what it was about and ill confirm.
synopsis: gojo is your tutor
pairing: nerd! gojo X frat top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated, nerdjo's time to shine- i need more asks about the frat and nerd gojo lol
warning: hickeys, constant marking, manhandling, college AU, fluff/smut
The apartment building was one of those old off-campus dumps that smelled faintly of instant ramen and desperation. You found the right door on the second floor and knocked twice, your duffel bag slung over one shoulder like you actually planned on studying.
It took a few seconds before the door cracked open.
Gojo stood there in an oversized gray hoodie that swallowed his lean frame, the sleeves bunched up to his elbows, and loose black sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His white hair was a chaotic mess, like heâd run his hands through it too many times, and his round glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose. Those striking blue eyes widened the second he saw you- all 6â3, broad-shouldered, frat-built muscle of you filling his doorway.
âU-um⌠youâre early,â He mumbled, stepping aside quickly. âCome in.â
The place was tiny. A cramped living room doubled as a study area, every flat surface covered in textbooks, loose notes, and highlighters. A small kitchenette was visible to the left, and a half-open door showed a sliver of an even smaller bedroom. It smelled like coffee and old paper.
You kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag by the couch, then immediately took up way too much space. Gojo hovered awkwardly for a second before gesturing to the couch.
âS-so⌠statistics, right? You said you needed help with regression analysis?â
He sat down on the far end, but you closed the distance without hesitation, thigh pressing firmly against his as you leaned in to look at the notebook he opened. He smelled faintly of laundry detergent and something sweet.
âYeah,â You said, voice casual. âProfessorâs kicking my ass. Figured the smartest guy on campus could fix that.â
Gojoâs cheeks flushed pink. He pushed his glasses up with one finger and cleared his throat, launching into an explanation about linear models and p-values. His voice was soft, a little breathy, and he kept glancing at you like he expected you to laugh at him any second.
You werenât listening to a single word.
Instead, you let your hand rest on his thigh supposed to be innocent, just a casual touch. Nerdjo faltered mid-sentence. You felt the muscle tense under the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
âR-right, so the coefficient representsâŚâ He swallowed hard when your thumb started slow circles.
You slid your hand higher, fingers playing with the hem of his oversized hoodie, brushing the warm skin just above his waistband. His explanation stuttered into nothing. The blush on his face deepened to a pretty red that spread down his neck.
âYouâre really tense,â You murmured, leaning in so your breath brushed his ear. âYou need to relax, Satoru. I donât bite⌠unless you ask nicely.â
âI-Iâm trying to tutor you,â He protested weakly, but his voice cracked when your hand slipped fully under the hoodie, palm sliding up the smooth plane of his surprisingly toned stomach.
He was shaking now, glasses slipping down his nose again. You took the notebook from his trembling hands and set it aside. âKeep explaining,â You ordered softly, lips brushing the shell of his ear. âDonât stop on my account.â
He tried. God, he really tried.
His voice came out in shaky fragments while your hand wandered lower, palming him through his sweatpants. The moment you felt him already half-hard, a broken little whimper escaped his throat.
Within minutes you had him bent over the narrow kitchen counter, hoodie shoved up to his chest, sweatpants and boxers yanked down just enough. One of your big hands pinned his wrists together above his head against the cool countertop. The other gripped his hip hard enough to bruise as you pressed your thick cock against his ass.
The other gripped his hip, easily holding his taller-but-slender frame in place.
You reached into your bag and pulled out the small bottle of lube youâd brought, planned for this moment squeezing a generous amount onto your fingers.
âEasy, baby,â You murmured when he tensed at the cool touch. âGotta prep you first. Canât just shove it in not with how big I am.â
Gojo let out a shaky, embarrassed sound, forehead pressed to the counter. âY-you donât have to- ah-â
Two of your thick fingers circled his tight rim before slowly pushing in. He gasped sharply, legs trembling as you worked him open carefully scissoring, curling, stretching him patiently while he tried (and failed) to keep talking.
âF-formula⌠the r-squared value is⌠nngh-!â
You added a third finger, thrusting them deeper, brushing that sensitive spot inside him until his knees buckled and his voice dissolved into high, pretty whimpers. His glasses fogged up from his own panting breaths.
By the time you pulled your fingers out, Gojo was a mess his hole slick and fluttering, cock leaking steadily onto the floor, biting hard on his own wrist to muffle the desperate sounds spilling from his lips.
You slicked your thick cock with more lube and pressed the blunt head against his prepared entrance. âF-formulaâŚâ He gasped one last time, still clinging to the tutor role like a lifeline.
You pushed inside him in one slow, relentless thrust, sinking deep until your hips met his ass.
Gojo's back arched hard, a choked moan tearing from his throat. His glasses fogged completely as you bottomed out. He bit down harder on his wrist, but it barely helped as high, needy whimpers still escaped with every deep thrust.
âFuck, youâre tight,â You groaned, setting a steady rhythm that made the cheap counter creak. âTook my fingers so well⌠now taking my cock like you were made for it.â
He couldnât answer properly anymore. His legs trembled, toes barely touching the floor as you fucked him harder, easily manhandling him with every snap of your hips. Every thrust knocked another broken syllable out of him, reducing the genius tutor to a whiny little slut.
You reached around and stroked him in time with your hips. It only took a few firm pumps before Gojo came with a sharp, strangled cry , cum splattering across the kitchen tiles and his own hoodie. His hole clenched rhythmically around your cock as he shook through it, glasses completely fogged and slipping down his nose.
You didnât stop. You fucked him through the orgasm until he was whimpering from oversensitivity, then finally buried yourself deep and filled him with hot pulses of cum. For a long moment, the only sounds were both of you breathing hard.
Gojo's legs were still trembling when you slowly pulled out. He stayed slumped over the counter, hoodie rumpled, sweatpants around his thighs, a trail of your cum already starting to leak down his leg. His wrist had clear bite marks from where heâd tried to stay quiet.
You leaned over him, chest pressed to his back, and gently fixed his crooked, fogged-up glasses.
âSame time next week?â You asked, voice rough with satisfaction.
Gojo let out a shaky breath, voice barely above a whisper. âThis is just physical,â He mumbled, cheeks burning crimson. âA-and no one can ever know.â
You smiled against the back of his neck and pressed one last open-mouthed kiss over the fresh hickey youâd sucked there.
âSure, baby. Just physical.â
Over the next three weeks, âtutoring sessionsâ became a filthy routine.
Gojo still greeted you at the door with that same nervous little stutter and crooked glasses, but the moment the lock clicked shut, the pretense crumbled fast.
You dropped into his rolling chair like you owned it, thighs spread wide, and patted your lap. âCâmere. Show me how you solve that problem set.â
Gojo hesitated, cheeks already pink, but climbed on anyway he faced you and straddled your hips. His oversized hoodie bunched up around his waist as you yanked his sweatpants down just enough. He was already half-hard when you slicked yourself up and pulled him down onto your cock in one smooth motion.
âF-focus on the llaptop,â H gasped, trying to keep his screen open like a good tutor. His hands trembled on the keyboard while you gripped his narrow hips and guided him up and down.
Every time he tried to type or explain a concept, you thrusted up hard, making his voice crack into a broken moan. His glasses kept sliding down his nose as he rode you, white hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.
âR-squared is⌠ah-! Itâs the proportion of variance-." You sucked a dark hickey right below his jaw, then another on his collarbone, marking him while he fell apart.
He came with a choked cry, clenching around you so tightly you followed right after, filling him deep while his laptop screen timed out from inactivity.
Couch
Youâd show up after practice, still sweaty in your frat tank top, and pull him into your lap before he could even open a textbook. This time you took your time stroking him slow and torturous, edging him for nearly an hour until tears welled behind his fogged glasses.
âPleaseâŚâ He whimpered, hips twitching desperately as you denied him again. âI canât- I need-â
âBeg nicer,â You murmured against his neck, sucking another bruise into the pale skin.
By the time you finally let him come, Gojo was crying softly, babbling your name and soaking his own hoodie with tears and cum. He collapsed against your chest afterward, panting, while you traced the fresh marks youâd left across his throat.
Bed
One Thursday he finally caved and let you stay over. You fucked him slow and deep in his tiny bed, face-to-face.Â
In the morning you woke him up with your cock already buried inside him, fucking him lazy and possessive until he came untouched, whimpering into the pillow.
He tried to act normal afterward, pushing his glasses up and mumbling, âThis is still just normal sexâŚâ but the way he curled into your side and refused to let you leave for another twenty minutes said otherwise.
Shower
After he spent all day tutoring three of your frat brothers, you showed up unannounced.
He was exhausted, hair damp from a failed attempt to shower earlier. You didnât even let him speak just pushed him into the tiny bathroom, stripped him, and fucked him hard against the shower wall.
Water cascaded over both of you while you pounded into him from behind, one hand over his mouth to muffle those pretty high-pitched moans. He came fast, legs shaking so badly you had to hold him up. When you pulled out, your cum mixed with the shower water and ran down his trembling thighs.
You left a fresh set of hickeys on the back of his neck before you let him go.
Floor
Some days you were both too impatient.
Like the time you walked in, saw him bent over picking up dropped notes, and immediately dropped to your knees behind him. You had him on all fours on the living room floor in seconds the textbooks and loose papers scattering everywhere as you fucked him raw and rough.
He failed to stay quiet while you railed him into the cheap carpet, leaving fingerprint bruises on his hips and another dark mark on the inside of his thigh.
After a while it became almost cute how hard he tried to convince himself while his actions told a completely different story. It started with the texts.
At first, you were the one initiating: âFree tonight? Need help with that assignment.â
By the second week, your phone would buzz in the middle of dinner or after practice with messages from him:
Nerdjo: Are you busy later? I have some new notes that might help with your regression models.
Nerdjo: If youâre free around 8, the apartment is quiet.
Nerdjo: Donât forget the material from last time.
He never outright said âcome fuck me,â but the subtext was so obvious it made you grin every time. Youâd reply with a simple âOn my wayâ and watch the typing bubbles appear and disappear like he was nervous even through text.
Then there were the hickeys.
He used to frantically tug his hoodie collar up or wrap a scarf around his neck before leaving the apartment, muttering complaints under his breath about how you âalways go too far.â
But somewhere around week three, he stopped hiding them. You noticed it one Tuesday afternoon when you spotted him crossing the quad. The oversized hoodie was still there, but the collar had slipped down just enough to show the cluster of dark purple marks youâd sucked into his pale neck and collarbones the night before.Â
A couple of faint ones peeked out on his inner wrist too, where youâd pinned him down. People stared. A few girls whispered. One of your frat brothers even nudged you and laughed, âDude, who the hell is that nerd banging? Heâs covered.â
Gojo's cheeks were bright red the entire walk, but he didnât pull the fabric up. He just kept his head slightly down, books clutched to his chest like a shield.
During a rare group study session in the library (three of your friends plus Gojo), he sat across from you at the long table, looking every bit the shy tutor. Whenever one of the guys asked him a question, his voice was soft and professional, glasses perched perfectly as he explained concepts with that adorable focused frown.
But under the table?
Every time you stretched your leg out and let your calf brush against his, Gojo would tense up, ears turning pink. If you slid your foot higher, teasing along his ankle, heâd stutter mid-sentence and shoot you a quick, flustered glare.
Yet he never pulled away.
Once, when the others were distracted arguing over an answer, you reached over and rested your hand on his thigh under the table, squeezing gently. Gojo's breath hitched. He bit his lower lip hard, pretending to focus on his notebook, but his legs parted just a little wider, letting your fingers drift higher. When you finally pulled back, he let out the tiniest disappointed exhale.
The shift happened slowly, then all at once. Your frat brothers had started paying attention to Gojo.
At first it was just casual comments during group study nights in the common room. âDude, that tutor guy is actually kinda cute when he gets all passionate about shit,â one of them said, laughing. âLook at those big blue eyes and the messy white hair. Nerdy, but⌠hot nerdy.â
Another one of your friends leaned back in his chair, smirking. âHeâs smart as fuck too. And that innocent vibe? Bet heâd be fun to corrupt. Iâm thinking about asking him out. Worst he can say is no, right?â
You were standing by the fridge grabbing a beer when you overheard them. Your grip tightened on the bottle until the glass creaked. The casual way they talked about him pissed you off like he was just another conquest, like they could waltz in and take what youâd been fucking for weeks.
That night you showed up at Gojo's apartment earlier than usual. The second the door closed behind you, you didnât even let him finish his usual soft âHiâ before you had him pinned against the nearest wall.Â
âW-wait- whatâs gotten into you?â Gojo gasped, hands clutching at your shoulders.Â
You didnât answer with words at first. You yanked his hoodie up, shoved his sweatpants down, and lifted one of his legs around your waist. When you pushed inside him in one rough thrust, he cried out, head falling back against the wall with a thud.
You fucked him hard - meaner than usual - hips snapping with possessive force. Every thrust made the cheap wall creak. Your mouth never left his skin, marking his neck, his collarbones, the sensitive spot just below his ear.
âThey think they can have you?â You growled low in his ear, voice rough with jealousy. âFuck that. Youâre mine now.â
Gojo whimpered, legs shaking as you railed him against the wall. His cock leaked between your bodies, untouched. âI- ah~ told you it's not t-thatâ
âYeah?â You slammed in harder, making his voice break into a high moan. âThen why do you wear my hickeys like badges, huh? Why do you text me first every fucking week?â
He didnât have an answer. He just clung to you tighter, moaning your name as you fucked the denial right out of him. He knew you were right.
He had also began to gain feelings for you as well and in turn began to get jealous. He tried to hide it, but you caught every flicker.
At the big frat party last weekend, a couple of girls from the sorority had been all over you laughing too loud at your jokes, touching your arm, one of them leaning in close enough that her perfume clung to your shirt. Gojo had been there as one of his best friends in the frat- Geto had dragged him along.
He stood in the corner with a red solo cup, pretending to scroll on his phone, but his eyes kept flicking toward you. His mouth was pressed into a thin line, shoulders tense and he was clearly uncomfortable.
When your brothers pulled you away for shots you saw the way his fingers tightened around the cup until his knuckles went white.
He never said anything about it that night. But the next evening, after heâd spent the afternoon tutoring, he was extra clingy.
You found him waiting by the door when you arrived. The moment you stepped inside he pressed close, face buried in your chest for a second longer than usual. When you teased him about it âWhatâs with the pout, baby?â he pulled back fast, pushing his glasses up with a flustered huff.
âIâm not pouting. Donât be ridiculous.â
Later, when you had him bent over the kitchen counter again (his favorite spot, apparently), fucking him slow and deep while he whined freely, the truth slipped out.
You were grinding against that perfect spot inside him when Gojo's voice turned soft.âI donât like when they touch youâŚâ He whimpered as you thrust harder.Â
The admission was so cute for some reason, You flipped him around instantly, lifting him so his back was against the counter and his legs wrapped around your waist. You fucked him face-to-face, watching every expression as tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of his eyes.
âSay it again,â You demanded, voice low and rough. Gojo shook his head, embarrassed, but another deep thrust pulled it out of him anyway.
âI donât like it⌠when they flirt with you⌠or touch youâŚâ His voice was barely a whisper, high and needy. âPleaseâŚâ You kissed him hard, swallowing the rest of his words.
âRemind me what you said 'itâs just physical',â You snarled in his ear, biting the lobe. âTell me again while youâre creaming on my cock wearing my fucking clothes.â
Tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. Every deep thrust punched broken moans and whimpers out of him. His hole clenched greedily around you, body betraying every denial heâd ever whispered.
âItâs notâŚâ He sobbed, voice high and shattered. âItâs not just physical anymore⌠pleaseâ-
You slammed in harder, grinding against his prostate. âPlease what?â
âPlease donât goâŚâ Gojo's voice cracked into a desperate whine. âIâm yours- Iâm yours, donât let them-â That was all you needed.
You fucked him through his first orgasm right there his cock pulsing in your fist, cum splattering the floor as his legs gave out. You held him up effortlessly, still thrusting deep, chasing your own release and dragging him toward another.
By the time you carried his limp, oversensitive body to the tiny bed, Gojo was a whimpering mess and tears clung to his lashes. You laid him down gently and slid back inside him for slower, deeper rounds.
This time you took your time- long thrusts while he clung to you like a lifeline, arms wrapped around your neck, face buried in your shoulder.
âMine,â You murmured against his sweaty temple, kissing the fresh marks youâd left. âSay it.â
âYoursâŚâ He whispered breathlessly, voice hoarse from moaning. His hips rolled weakly to meet yours. âOnly yoursâŚâ
You fucked him through two more shaking orgasms, softer now, until he was trembling and oversensitive, every touch pulling little broken whimpers from his throat. Only then did you let go, filling him deep while he shuddered and clung tighter.
Afterward, the room was quiet except for your mingled breathing.
Gojo curled into your chest like he belonged there, legs tangled with yours in his tiny bed. His white hair tickled your chin as he nuzzled closer, one hand fisting the fabric of your shirt like he was afraid youâd disappear. The oversized frat hoodie heâd stolen from you was still on, the navy fabric contrasting beautifully against his flushed skin.
You held him close, one arm wrapped securely around his slender back while your other hand slowly traced the fresh hickeys blooming across his neck and collarbones. Your fingers brushed over the dark bruises youâd left, then drifted lower to the ones on his inner thighs, gentle now where youâd been rough earlier.
Gojo shivered at the light touch, letting out a tiny, content sigh against your skin. He nuzzled closer, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his breathing still a little ragged but slowing into something peaceful.
âNo more hiding,â You said quietly, voice low and steady as your fingers continued their lazy path over his skin. âNo more casual sex. Youâre mine now. Tell my dumbass friends to back off if they even think about asking you out.â
For a moment, Gojo stayed silent, then his cheeks flushed a deep, furious crimson that spread all the way to the tips of his ears. He tried to hide it by burying his face deeper into your neck, but you could feel the heat radiating off him.
ââŚIdiot,â He mumbled, the word muffled against your skin. His voice was soft, hoarse from all the moaning and crying earlier, but there was a shy fondness in it that made your chest tighten. âBut okay.â
You chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling through your chest. You pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his messy white hair, then another to the sensitive spot just below his ear where a fresh hickey was already darkening.
âYeah?â You murmured, squeezing him a little tighter. âOkay?â
Gojo nodded, the movement small and shy. One of his hands came up to clutch at the front of your shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric like he needed the anchor. âI⌠I donât want them anyway,â he admitted in the smallest voice, barely above a whisper. âJust you.â
 You tilted his chin up gently so you could see his face those pretty blue eyes glassy with exhaustion and something warmer. You leaned in and kissed him slowly, tenderly this time.
When you pulled back, Gojo's eyes fluttered open, a tiny, bashful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite how hard he was trying to hide it. âStay tonight?â He asked, voice barely there, like he was afraid youâd say no.
You smiled, brushing a stray lock of white hair off his forehead. âIâm not going anywhere, baby.â
He let out a soft, relieved breath and settled back against your chest, legs tangling with yours under the covers. His body relaxed completely in your arms, the tension from weeks of denial finally melting away.
As his breathing evened out into sleep, you kept tracing lazy patterns over the marks youâd left on him- a silent promise.
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Could you write Geum Seong-je still having adrenaline after a fight and uses his boyfriend to satiate his oral fixation, after that they fuck and at some point his glasses fall off?
synopsis: an oral fixation on one hand - fucking on the other
pairing: seongje X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated
warning: oral fixation, service top reader, tender sex
Seongje breathed heavily, sweat mixing with the metallic tang of blood still on his tongue. He sneered down at his newest victims who thought they could actually jump him. He unwrapped his red lollipop popping it into his mouth before grasping one offenders hair (the rest were knocked unconscious) pulling him up to look him in his eyes.
âPathetic.â He muttered, voice hoarse, the red candy hanging from his lips like a cigarette. He then loosened his grip enjoying the sickening crunch he heard from the head hitting the pavement. Seongje tossed away the bloodied stick before walking away.
Yet he was just as annoyed as he was before, running a hand through his hair, he sighed jaw clenched- clearly trying to calm himself but failing. Usually fighting helped calm him him down but this time he was still just as pent up. He finally made his way home after that quick detour, pissed off.
He slammed his apartment door behind him- expecting an empty apartment which was the new normal since his parents had fucked off to some foreign country. Kicking off his feet, dropping his bag by the entrance he made his way to his room. Fully prepared to jerk off and fall asleep to end his night.Â
The door clicked shut behind him, the silence pressing against his ears. Seongje exhaled again slowly, dragging a hand down his face before pacing a slow line across the narrow hallway. His boots scuffed the floor with each turn, restless, sharp.Â
He rolled his shoulders, tried breathing deeper, but his jaw stayed tight. The metallic taste of blood still lingered on his tongue, clashing with the sweet aftertaste of the lollipop. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, hard, until the sting grounded him for half a second. It didnât help much. His hands twitched at his sides, itching for something to do- to hit, to hold, something.Â
Passing the mirror by the entrance, he caught a glimpse of himself and froze. Split lip, smudged knuckles, eyes bright behind fogged-up lenses.Â
He shouldâve felt better by now. The thought came sharp, unbidden. Everything still hurt.
He clicked his tongue, teeth grazing the edge of his lip ring. The sound filled the quiet apartment for before fading, leaving him alone again.
He turned down the narrow hall toward his bedroom, finally ready to shut the world out. He reached up to tug off his collar, shoulders tight, mind still replaying the sound of fists meeting flesh.
He didnât even hear the footsteps behind him.
The arms wrapping around his waist came out of nowhere , which were solid, warm, familiar, but his body didnât register the familiarity.
Seongje moved before his brain caught up.
He spun, arm cutting through the air in a reflex born of too many street fights. His knuckles connected just enough to make a sound, not a full hit, but still enough to hurt.
The breath left your chest in a soft grunt as you stumbled back, clutching your face, confusion flashing across your features.
For half a second, the apartment went silent again. Only the heavy rhythm of Seongjeâs breathing filled the space. His pupils were blown wide, chest rising and falling like he was still in that alley.
Then the recognition hit him. âShit-! Babe?â
His voice cracked with panic. The fight in him evaporated all at once, replaced by guilt.
âGoddammit-â He swore, reaching out before you could step farther away. His hand hovered uselessly near your cheek, afraid to touch. âYou canât just sneak up on me like that.â
You blinked at him, still rubbing your jaw, lips twitching somewhere between a grimace and a laugh. The corner of his mouth tightened, he hated that look, hated that you werenât angry.
âYou punch everyone who hugs you now or just me?â He clicked his tounge as it flicked briefly over his lip ring which was his classic tell for nervousness.Â
But you just grinned, leaning into the doorway like itâs no big deal, and that infuriates him more. You still hadnât moved. That easy, amused expression hadnât slipped once.
Seongje hated it- hated that you could stand there and till look so damn calm, meeting his gaze like his outburst didnât faze you in the slightest.
He glared at you, sharp and wordless, the kind of look that usually made people flinch or at least look away. But you just tilted your head, lips twitching.
âDonât look at me like that,â he muttered.
You raised a brow. âLike what?â
âLike you see right through mre.â
"Maybe cause I can."
He opened his mouth like he might argue, but stopped short. His gaze caught on your throat as you spoke- the slow movement of it when you swallowed.
Then lower as his eyes flicked to your mouth. The memory of the lollipop the taste of sugar and iron, the way it had clicked against his teeth flashed through his mind uninvited.
His tongue flicked out, wetting his bottom lip, catching briefly on the silver ring there. âShouldâve just stayed out there and hit something else,â He muttered finally, voice rough as he glanced away.Â
You smirked, the corner of your lip curling like a dare. âYou could. Or you could stay here and let me help.â
He clicked his tongue again, a faint, restless sound. The same way he had before a fight except this time, his focus wasnât on landing a punch. It was on you.
âNot in the mood,â he muttered, voice gravel-rough, already stepping sideways to brush past you toward the bedroom.
You didnât let him. Your thumb brushed slow across his split bottom lip, right over the cool silver ring. The touch was gentle, but it stopped him cold. He leaned into it before he could stop himself, jaw unclenching just a fraction as his eyes fluttered half-shut.
âYouâre grinding your teeth again,â You murmured, voice low and steady.
âCanât help it,â He growled, the words vibrating against your thumb. His tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting the salt of your skin. âNeed⌠something in my mouth.â
His hand shot up, fingers wrapping tight around your wrist- not pulling away, but dragging your hand closer. He parted his lips and took two of your fingers into his mouth without hesitation.Â
The first slow lick was hot his tongue curling around them like he was savoring the taste of you after the blood and sugar still coating his own. Then his teeth grazed down soft at first before he bit down with just enough pressure to make your pulse jump.
A low, frustrated sound rumbled in his chest. He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on yours with that same restless fire. The metallic tang from his split lip mixed with the warmth of his mouth, and he didnât seem to care.
You let him have it for a moment, watching the way his shoulders loosened by degrees, the way his free hand fisted in the front of your shirt like an anchor.Â
Seongjeâs glasses fogged up almost immediately as he crowded closer, half-stumbling until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He dropped down, pulling you with him so he ended up half in your lap, restless and vibrating with leftover adrenaline. His mouth never left your skin drifting to your collarbone, licking broad stripes and sucking marks that would bruise by morning. Every drag of his tongue was desperate, every soft bite a little sharper than the last, like he was trying to ground the chaos still buzzing under his skin by consuming you.
âFuck you taste so good,â He mumbled against your sternum, voice muffled and broken. âStill pissed off⌠but you taste way better than candyâ
You threaded your fingers through his dark hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. His glasses had slipped dangerously low on his nose, one lens completely fogged.
âIf you need your mouth busy, you know what to do"
Seongjeâs eyes flashed and with no hesitation slid towards your crotch. His hands
shoved at your clothes with impatient tugs until he could bury his face between your thighs.Â
It was messy from the start; more hunger than skill, all tongue and suction and the occasional scrape of teeth when the adrenaline made him too eager. He moaned loudly around you, the sound vibrating straight through your body, glasses finally slipping off and clattering softly to the floor. He didnât even flinch, too lost in the wet heat of his own mouth working you over, lips red and slick, tongue darting out between every labored breath like he couldnât get enough.
Every time you tightened your grip in his hair and guided him, he whimpered- sharp, needy little sounds that told you the fight was finally draining out of him, replaced by pure, indulgent need.
When you finally pulled him up by the hair, his expression was dazed, pupils huge, mouth shiny and swollen. The hard edges of his usual scowl had softened into something almost vulnerable, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.
Seongjeâs breath caught when you manhandled him so he straddled his hips and pressed the head of your cock against his entrance. You took your time, easing in inch by slow inch, watching every flicker across his face. His hands flew to your thighs, fingers digging in as a broken groan tore from his throat.
âBreathe, Seongje,â You whispered, voice low, sinking deeper until you were fully seated inside him.Â
âShut up,â He muttered, but there was no heat left in it. His head tipped back against the pillow, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering shut as you began to move. Every slow roll of your hips dragged a low, shattered sound from him. His cock lay heavy and leaking against his stomach, twitching with each deep, unhurried thrust.
You kept the pace torturouslysslow, letting him feel every slide, every drag against that spot inside him that made his voice break. One hand braced beside his head, the other stroked his flushed chest and stomach, grounding him.
âThatâs it⌠let it out. Iâve got you,â You murmured against his ear, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth, then the silver ring in his lip.
He arched beneath you, hips trying to chase the rhythm, but you pressed him back down gently, keeping him pinned to your pace. His walls clenched tight around you, body trembling as the last of the adrenaline finally burned away into pure sensation.
When he came untouched, it hit him hard- back bowing, a hoarse cry ripping from his throat as he spilled across his own stomach. You followed moments later, burying yourself deep and grinding slow through the release, forehead pressed to his.
Seongje ended up sprawled half across your chest, one arm slung heavily over your stomach, face buried in the crook of your neck. His breathing had finally evened out, the restless energy gone. You brushed damp strands of hair off his forehead, a faint smirk on your lips as you felt him nuzzle closer, lazy and content.
âYouâre a menace,â You said softly, affection warming your voice. âA sweet-tooth menace with a short fuse and a serious oral fixation.â
He huffed a tired laugh against your shoulder. âShut upâŚâ
But he was smiling it small and faint, but a smile nevertheless- the corner of his mouth curving against your skin. His fingers traced slow, idle patterns on your side, the silver ring in his lip cool now that the heat had faded.
After a long, comfortable silence, he mumbled, voice thick and sleepy, âNext time⌠Iâll just come home and suck you off first.â
You chuckled quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of his messy hair. âGuess thatâs one way to get your fix.â
pairings: ftm! gojo - nanami - sukuna - choso X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated
warning: ftm, risky, public fingering, exhibitionism, overstimulation
The train was packed during rush hour, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder as it rattled through the city tunnels. Choso stood near the back, one hand gripping the overhead rail, his usual dark clothing blending into the crowd. Tall, pale, and quiet, he looked like just another tired commuter- head slightly bowed, bangs falling over his eyes, expression unreadable.
No one noticed the way his legs were parted just enough.
You stood directly behind him, chest to his back, one arm looped casually around his waist like you were steadying him against the trainâs sway. Two thick fingers were already buried deep in the slick, fluttering heat of his cunt, pumping slow and steady with every rock of the carriage.
Chosoâs breath hitched softly, barely audible over the rumble of the train and the murmur of passengers. His free hand clenched tighter around the rail until his knuckles turned white.Â
Every curl of your fingers sent sparks racing up his spine, his slick walls clenching greedily, coating your hand in warm, slippery heat that threatened to trickle down his thighs.
âEasy,â You whispered against the nape of his neck, voice for him alone. âJust breathe.â
He bit his lip hard, bangs hiding his burning face as he stared at the floor. The stretch felt overwhelming in the best way, turning his usually calm mind into static. A sudden lurch of the train shoved more bodies closer, forcing your fingers deeper. A tiny, mortified whimper escaped before he could swallow it.
Your fingers never paused scissoring gently, then pressing firm against that sweet spot with ruthless accuracy. âYouâre soaked through already,â oYu murmured, lips grazing his ear. âDoes it excite you? Knowing anyone could notice how wet your pretty cunt is getting on a crowded train?â
âD-DonâtâŚâ His whisper was hoarse, barely there. But his body answered for him, hips rocking back the smallest fraction, walls fluttering wildly around your intrusion and sucking you deeper.
You added a third finger, filling him fuller. Chosoâs grip slipped on the rail for a heartbeat; he recovered by pressing his forehead to his arm, hiding behind the curtain of his black hair as another soft, needy sound slipped free.
As the train slowed for the next stop and passengers shifted in a chaotic wave, you curled your fingers harder, thumb flicking rapidly over his clit while thrusting deep and fast. His thighs trembled violently, pressing inward around your wrist in a futile bid for control.
The pressure coiled unbearably tight in his belly. A thin trail of drool escaped the corner of his mouth before he licked it away, face flaming with embarrassment.
âCome on,â You breathed, pressing a secret kiss to his skin. âLet go for me. Stay quiet like a good boy.â
His whole body locked up. His cunt spasmed in helpless, rippling waves, clamping down tight as a sudden rush of warm, thick slick gushed over your fingers and soaked his underwear.Â
A high, broken whine tried to escape he just about strangled it into a shaky cough, burying his face deeper into his sleeve while his legs shook so hard he relied on the press of bodies and your support to stay upright.
You stroked him gently through every aftershock, drawing it out until he was twitching and oversensitive, breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
When it finally faded, Choso sagged back against you, cheeks crimson, eyes glassy when he peeked over his shoulder.
His voice was a raw, barely audible whisper, thick with shame and lingering heat.
âYouâre so cruel.â
The movie theater was dimly lit, the latest action flick droning on with explosions and gunfire that barely registered over the low hum of the crowd. Satoru Gojo sat slouched in the back row trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. His long legs were spread wide, one arm casually draped behind your seat. The popcorn was forgotten in his lap under the thin jacket heâd draped there for cover.Â
GOJO
Beneath that jacket, his uniform pants hung open just enough. Your hand had found its way inside long ago, two fingers sliding through his already dripping folds and sinking deep without ceremony. Heâd jolted at the first touch, covering it with an exaggerated stretch and yawn, but now he was barely holding it together.Â
Two of your fingers were buried deep, curling slow and deliberate against that spongy spot inside him that made his thighs twitch. His walls fluttered around you, ridiculously wet already, the obscene little squelch barely audible under the movie's soundtrack but loud enough in his own ears to make his pale cheeks burn.
Your fingers curled lazily, stroking that sensitive ridge inside him with practiced ease. Every slow drag made fresh heat pulse through his core, his slick coating your knuckles in warm, slippery trails. The faint, wet slicks were lost under the movieâs soundtrack, but Satoru heard them loud and clear. They made his pale cheeks burn in embarrassment.
âHaving fun pretending to watch the movie?â You murmured close to his ear, thumb grazing his swollen clit in slow, teasing spirals.
He forced a breathy laugh, voice cracking. âItâs⌠okay. Effects could be better.â The words came out too airy when you scissored your fingers, opening him wider. His free hand dug into the armrest, plastic creaking under his grip.
To the couple a few seats away, he probably looked like he was just whispering commentary. Up close, though, his lashes fluttered wildly and a thin sheen of sweat glistened at his hairline. You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. âYouâre making such a mess already. Feel how easily my fingers slide? Bet youâd love it if someone turned around right now.â
âShut it-â he hissed, but the protest dissolved into a muffled whine as you added a third finger, stretching him fuller. His hips twitched forward despite himself, chasing the pressure while his pride fought to stay still. The thrill of it all- the strongest reduced to a slick, trembling wreck in public- sent another rush of warmth flooding around your hand.
Your thumb pressed firmer circles against his clit, matching the steady pump of your fingers. Satoruâs chest heaved under the jacket, breathing ragged. When you curled harder, hitting that perfect spot dead-on, a sharp, needy sound almost escaped. He quickly turned it into a cough, face burning crimson.
âGonna fall apart right here, Satoru? With the whole theater none the wiser?â you teased, pressing a fake-innocent kiss to his jaw.
That pushed him over. He buried his face against your shoulder, biting down on your collar to smother the broken moan that tore free. His cunt clenched in violent, fluttering waves, gushing hot and messy over your fingers as his orgasm ripped through him. Long legs shook under the jacket, toes curling tight in his shoes while sparks danced behind his closed eyes.
You kept stroking him through every pulse, slow and deep, until he was twitching and oversensitive, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. When it finally ended, he sagged against you, panting softly, his pussy still giving weak little flutters around your soaked digits.
The movie rolled on, the rest of the crowd oblivious.
Satoru lifted his head just enough to shoot you a watery, half-lidded glare, cheeks flushed and lips glossy. A shaky, cocky grin tugged at his mouth anyway.
âCredits better have a sequel to this⌠or Iâm dragging you to the next showing."
NANAMI
The office floor was dim and quiet after hours, only a few distant keyboard clicks breaking the silence. Kento Nanami sat ramrod straight at his desk, crisp shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms, typing awat under the glow of his monitor. You perched on the edge of his desk, close enough that the wooden panel hid everything below.
Your hand had disappeared beneath the desk ten minutes ago, slipping past his loosened belt and into the front of his slacks. Two fingers were currently buried deep inside his cunt, pumping in a slow, steady rhythm while your thumb traced lazy patterns over his swollen clit .
Nanamiâs typing had grown noticeably slower, keys pressed with more force than necessary. His hazel eyes stayed fixed on the screen jaw clenched tight, but the slow creep of color up his neck betrayed hi. Every curl of your fingers against his front wall made his slick walls flutter and squeeze, coating your hand in warm, creamy arousal that was starting to drip down between his thighs and onto the leather chair.
âFocus on your report, Kento,â You murmured under your breath, voice low enough that only he could hear. You added a third finger without warning, stretching him open as you thrust deeper.
His breath caught sharply. âThis is very inappropriate,â He muttered, his voice strained, forcing his fingers back to the keyboard. One hand gripped the desk edge until knuckles paled, trying to ground himself himself while his cunt fluttered and squeezed, pulling your fingers in greedily with every slow thrust.
The quiet, slippery sounds of your fingers working through his wetness blended with the distant hum of the AC. One wrong move, one loud moan , and someone could easily catch you guys.
You leaned closer, pretending to look at his monitor. âListen to that. Youâre absolutely soaked. Imagine if someone walked over right now and saw how desperately youâre leaking for me.â
A shaky exhale slipped from him. His thighs quivered under the desk, pressing together briefly before parting again to give you more room. The shame of it twisted hot in his gut, mixing with the building pleasure until he couldnât tell which fueled the other. His pussy clenched hard around your fingers, another rush of slick making the glide smoother, messier. The risk- the thought of a coworker wandering over while he was stuffed full and leaking- made his stomach twist with equal parts shame and heat.Â
Your thumb pressed firmer, rubbing tight circles in time with your thrusting fingers. Nanamiâs breathing turned shallow and precise, chest rising in tight, silent bursts. Nanamiâs hips gave the tiniest rock forward, chasing the friction even as his pride screamed at him to stay still. His breathing grew shallower, chest rising and falling in controlled, silent bursts.Â
âClose?â You whispered, lips brushing his ear while you pretended to discuss work.
He gave the barest nod, lashes lowering as his eyes fluttered half-shut before he clamped down around your fingers.Â
His entire body tensed, as his cunt clamped down hard around your fingers in pulsing waves. Warm, thick slick gushed over your hand, soaking his underwear and the front of his slacks in a messy flood that would definitely leave a stain. His thighs quivered violently under the desk, toes curling inside his polished shoes while he stared blankly at the screen, jaw locked tight to trap every whimper inside.
You worked him through it with slow, deep strokes, prolonging the pleasure until he was twitching and oversensitive, a faint sheen of sweat visible on his brow. Only then did you ease your fingers out, wiping them discreetly on the inside of his thigh before fixing his clothes with careful hands.
Nanami remained still for a long moment, breathing heavily through his nose, hazel eyes glassy and unfocused on the half-finished report. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough, and edged with that familiar mix of irritation and reluctant satisfaction.
âIâm going to need a new chair.â He paused, then added under his breath, barely audible:âAnd youâre staying late to help me clean this up.â Â
His hand brushed against yours under the desk, fingers lingering just a second too long. A clear promise of exactly how he planned to repay you once the last coworker left.
Lanterns swayed overhead, casting shifting red and gold light across the packed festival street. Vendors shouted, crowds laughed. Sukuna stuck out like a sore thumb with his murderous expression, tattoos stark against his skin, expression of arrogant boredom.
SUKUNA
No one could have guessed what was happening beneath the loose layers of his robes.
You had pulled him into a narrow alley between two stalls moments ago. Now two thick fingers pumped ruthlessly into his cunt, curling and scissoring while your thumb ground hard against his throbbing clit. The risk was deliciously stupid as hundreds of mortals were mere feet away, you both only had fabric and proximity keeping the secret.
Sukunaâs crimson eyes were narrowed, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. His thighs trembled faintly, and every slow curl of your fingers made his slick walls flutter and squeeze around you like a vice.
A group of festival-goers walked past laughing loudly. Sukunaâs breath hitched, turning into a low growl he barely masked as a scoff.
âPathetic humans,â He muttered, voice rougher than usual, deeper. The words were meant to sound dismissive, but they came out strained when you twisted your fingers just right, , dragging firmly over that sensitive bundle inside him.
You leaned in âFeel that? Youâre leaking like you were made for this. The mighty King of Curses, getting finger-fucked in a crowd of ants.â
His lips peeled back in a sneer that faltered as you forced a third finger inside, stretching his greedy heat wider. âInsolent-â The insult cut off into a strained grunt. His hips jerked forward once, involuntarily, chasing the brutal stretch while his free hand curled into a fist at his side, nails biting skin.
Heat coiled low and vicious in his belly. His clit pulsed under your thumbâs relentless pressure. Another surge of people flowed by; Sukunaâs eyes flashed with feral warning even as his walls spasmed violently, sucking your fingers deeper, juices soaking into the fabric between his legs.
âClose already?â You taunted softly against his neck. âGoing to make a mess right here? Let them all see the great Sukuna falling apart like a desperate whore?â
His lips curled into a sneer, but it faltered when you added a third finger, stretching his tight, greedy cunt wider. âWatch your tongue, brat,â He hissed, but the threat lacked its usual bite considering it was up to you to get him off. His hips rocked forward the tiniest amount, chasing the thick intrusion as his pussy clenched hard, creamy arousal making every thrust wet and obscene.
His head tipped back slightly, crimson eyes glazing as the orgasm tore through him like a released curse. His cunt seized around your fingers in brutal, rhythmic contractions, flooding your hand with thick, hot release that dripped messily down his thighs.Â
You milked him through every powerful wave, slow and deep, until he was twitching and oversensitive, chest heaving. When the tremors finally eased, Sukuna straightened, glaring down at you with flushed cheeks and blown pupils, voice a venomous rasp barely audible over the festival din.
âYou arrogant little worm- I should tear that hand off.â
But the way his cunt still fluttered weakly around your fingers, reluctant to let them go, told a very different story.
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GIVING FTM!JJK CHARACTERS THEIR FIRST CREAMPIE [PT. 1]
focus: gojo, nanami, geto & choso
tags: creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, finger sucking, daddy kink & sir kink, dumbification, feminization & pet names (hon, baby), squirting & creaming, riding, mating press, overstimulation, mentions of marathon sex, p spanking, brat taming, established relationships (some), some fluff. (and hints of sugar baby choso).
wc: 4k
a/n: omg the devil works but i work HARDER! iâve got way too many ideas, and i need some way to get them out, so here this is!!! i donât use ai, i just love me some commas and quotations. also, heavy overuse of italics and i learned how to do gradient lmao.
GOJO SATORU.
âOh, fuck!â
The obscene sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the living room, a slick plap! that would be enough to make just about anyone get hard. The sounds of the television show you had both sat down to watch being simple background noise that neither of you could be bothered to pay attention to.
Large hands gripped thin hips, hard enough that you knew youâd leave even more marks across Satoruâs pale skin. But the man wouldnât mind. I mean, just look at him. There he was above you, snowy locks bouncing as he eagerly raised himself up and down using his knees and letting gravity drop him right back down onto the dick heâd been dreaming about since he left for his mission. âOh, shit. Oh, shit!â With every bounce, his creamy hole clenched you so tight that your hips tilted up, pushing a desperate yelp out of Gojoâs mouth.
âYeah? Itâs that good?â The condescending tone youâre going for works, making Gojo clench and gush a little more around you, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink as he fucked himself completely stupid on you. Satoru had been fiending for a taste of you all day. Even while battling curses & arguing with the higher ups, your dick plagued his mind throughout the morning and straight into the afternoon. And finally, he was getting a taste of every thick inch you had to offer him.
âD-Donât tease me! I really n-need this.â But his begging was only a cherry on top of the cake, your hands wandering up to grip his waist while one drifted up further, a digit pressing against his saliva slick bottom lip. âAw, is that right? You been thinking about this all day, baby?â The slut nods, gorgeous eyes having turned into rings of blue from his dilated pupils. Like it was natural, his lips parted to let you guide that finger into his mouth, the warm heat enveloping it.
His pace never stops, the squelch of his pussy being spread open like music to your ears as he forces himself down, even rolling his hips a few times so he could grind his swollen clit down on your pelvis, and feel every last inch of dick deep inside his belly. âWhat else have you been thinking about, hm?â Your shaft was gleaming with a mix of his juices and your own precum, a sight that makes you squeeze Gojoâs hips again, unable to resist the urge to yank him down.
He mewls around your finger, eyes rolling back with bliss. In his fucked out stage, he lets the words come out around your finger all slurred and saliva packed, âYour cumâŚâ His stupid little expression makes you chuckle, continuing to help him bounce up and down a bit, âOh, really? We can arrange that.â Your hand holds his hip again, ready to lift him off of you to give him what heâs been craving, but he grips your wrist and slams back down, forcing a moan out from both of you. âSatoru, fuckââ, âIn me.â
His words stun you into silence, both of you stopping to stare at the other. Those pretty blues were shining with tears, the skin on your finger wrinkling from the moisture from his saliva, and both of you so aroused it hurt. But that didnât mean you werenât in your right mind, âWhat?â Gojo drops down onto his elbows, both positioned at either side of your head as an expression of genuine pleading drowns his features. âBeen thinking about it all day, all month. I want it. I really fucking want it.â
You stare up at him, wide eyes as he begins to move his hips again, rolling them down against you, letting moans of pleasure drift into your ears, face contorting from the blissful pressure of your tip against his g-spot. And carefully, you let your hands grip his hips, slowly beginning to thrust up into that pliant body again.
It only takes two minutes for the both of you to get back to furiously fucking, balls clapping against Satoruâs ass, arms wrapped around him to hold him against your chest like a doll. And he takes all of it, practically screaming his enjoyment into your skull, leaking so much that it was making a sticky mess between you and leaving a puddle on the couch.
âFuck, baby, youâre so tight.â Your own voice comes out as a low mewl, one hand unable to help moving down to squeeze his pale ass, basically bouncing him and down on your dick by yourself. He reaches back, gripping your wrist as his body trembles like a leaf, âY-You keep hitting it. Youâre hitting it! Right fucking there!â It filled you with pride knowing you could turn him into this. This slut that drooled all himself just for your dick. Nobody elseâs.
âFeels so good, doesnât it?â You already knew the answer, didnât mean your cock didnât throb when he responded with an erratic nod, tears sliding his cheeks as his own tights began to shake. Just in time, as you could feel the heat of your own release building in the pit of your gut. You just needed a little push. âCâmon, I didnât fuck you that stupid, did I?â
Gojo canât be bothered to hide his face in embarrassment anymore, letting his forehead press against your temple as the words flow out in a slurring stutter, âSo good. You make my pussy feel so good! It loves you!â The words finish in a drawn out whine, cunt clenching tight around you as his own orgasm begins to take.
The tightness of his walls was driving you insane, your own thrust becoming sloppy as that heat intensified, your stomach clenching with the slide of his warm cunt, âGonna cum soon. Gonna fill this cunt up,â He nods, body shaking in anticipation. His dreams are gonna come true right here and now, âWhereâs it going?â
âIn me.â Satoru whimpers out, body tensing up completely when your dick strikes his sweet spot again, making his eyes roll back. He wants to wait and cum with you, but his body could give less of a shit as spurts of slick coats your cock, making a wet mess that you fuck him through anyway, relentless in your pursuit of pleasure, âWhere?â
âIn me!â His moan shaped into a squeal, overstimulation making his vision haze over, eyes crossing as you slam into him one last time, holding him in place so he canât escape. âGood boy,â You moan out, hips jolting as your own release overwhelms you, the first spurt of hot cum erupting so deep inside Satoru that heâs afraid heâll cum again. Itâs so deep inside you, his lids fluttering, body melting on top of you. So hot, and full, the warmth of your cum in his tummy grounded him.
NANAMI KENTO.
âWhatâd you say, Ken?â To anyone else, it would seem like the simplest of questions. One Kento could usually answer with nothing but a few words. But right now, just making any noise besides drawn out moans was like pulling teeth, and admiring what he said to you just a few minutes earlier made him want to hop out of a window and not the arms of a special grade.
He hadnât even meant to say it, really. It was the heat of the moment.
On his knees, face buried in one of those decorative pillows youâd gotten from the store, back arched up as you drilled into him from behind. Every ruthless thrust had his juices churning within his cunt like butter, a creamy froth coating your cock and dripping down the inside of his pale and trembling legs.
Nanami was already embarrassed enough as it is while you spoke praise above him, muttering âSo wet for me,â and âGot the tightest little pussyâ like he was some needy whore. Which unfortunately for him, he turned into once you fucked him good and hard enough. Something you loved using to your advantage.
The pleasure made his brain melt from his ears, and made his lips loose. And one particularly hard thrust that hit just right has him groaning loudly, mouthing against the pillow as his thoughts slip loose, âFuck, Da-fuck!â He just barely gained his awareness back, feeling his cheeks flush like a tomato as he realized what word just slipped out. The slight attempt to save himself didnât work, a hand moving to the front of his neck, pulling his face up from the pillow.
Next to Kento, panting from working up a sweat, a cruel smirk worked itâs way onto your face that let him know he was in so much fucking trouble now, âIâm sorry, what was that?â The innocent confusion in your tone didnât fool him, but his tries at squirming in your grasp seemed to do nothing but make you tighten your hold on his neck. Which made him feel something he wasnât ready to explore just yet.
âNothing, forget about that. Whyâs you stopââ âCause you said something.â You were persistent, too persistent, and saw right through his attempts at changing the conversation, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You chuckle, eyes tracing the tense line of his jaw, as if to reassure yourself of something. âThatâs too bad,â The hand lets go of his neck, Nanamiâs blonde head falling back against the pillow with a light thump. âWeâre just gonna have to make you say it, arenât we?â
And here he was now, body laid flat against the bed, as his legs had collapsed from under him. Fists clenching the sheets so tight he was scared they might rip, and a haze over his vision as his eyes tried their best not to cross from the fucking he was getting. It didnât help that your cock was practically punching his stomach from the inside, veins and ridges pressed up against slick, creamy walls. He couldnât think, not at all. Or maybe he just didnât want to.
Every pump was calculated, your nose pressed against the side of his head, repeating the same questions, âCâmon, Ken, say it again. You know you want to.â The mocking drawl makes him gush around your shaft, clenching and spasming as you worked his pussy to its limit. But he knew you, he knew you wouldnât stop until you got exactly what you wanted.
Slowly, he lifts his face from the pillow, breezy whines leaving him flushed red as he pleaded with you for mercy, âDonât make me say it. Donâtââ your hand wraps around his neck again, pulling him back into an arch, forcing him to meet your gaze head on. You could feel the way your grip had him basically strangling your dick with his walls, but that would be something for another time. For nowâŚ
âYou wanna cum, donât you?â And he doesnât hesitate to nod the best he can, a gleaming strand of drool on the side of his chin catching your attention momentarily, âI-Iâm so closeâŚâ He muttered, already knew where this was going before you even had to finish your sentence. So instead, you lean down, nose pressed against Kentoâs cheek, âSay it.â And this time, he knew you werenât asking.
Pretty, pearly teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, eyes rolling back to flutter shut from the humiliation of it all. It comes out a low whimper, body trembling in both anticipation and even a little fear as he finally utters the words you were so hell-bent on hearing. âDaddy.â And your cock twitches so hard it makes Nanami gasp.
Suddenly, his face meets the pillow again, but with a hand at the back of his neck pressing him down. One moment, youâre sliding out til just the tip is inside, and the next the headboard is slamming into the wall with each thrust. Nanamiâs moans turn into muffled yelps of pure bliss, so thankful his face is buried into the pillow below, otherwise your neighbors wouldâve been in for an even ruder awakening. But fuck if he even cared anymore.
Itâs like youâre trying to carve your shape into his fucking guts, forcing his body to memorize every vein and bump on your dick with his insides. Which was gonna be so sore by the time you slid out of him. But judging by how his face is getting all sticky from his own drool, you seem to be doing quite the job.
âAgain.â Nanamiâs head is turned to the side, gasping for air with each pump, a slick and sloppy noise coming from deep within as you slide out, only to force yourself back inside. Nanamiâs juices were making a mess. âSay it again.â You command, voice beginning to tremble slightly. And embarrassment no longer matters to the blonde, who lets the moan ease out like itâs natural. âDaddy. Daddy, fuckâŚâ
And it was like a wave washes over you both. Yelps and whines of a pleasure he could feel in his bones were fucked out of Kento, the hand at the back of his neck making sure he took every last bit of it. âThatâs right. Good boy, taking Daddyâs cock like this.â Oh, shit, that made him clench so hard. And you chuckle, strained as your hips slam down without mercy, âYou like that shit, Ken? You feelinâ it?â One of your hands moves to slip underneath him, feeling on the little area below his belly button, moaning when the bump brushed against your fingers. âYeah, you are. So deep, arenât I? I could breed you like this.â
âMhmâAh!â A punishing thrust shakes him to his core, your tip striking his g-spot like a bullseyes. Hazel eyes cross slightly before his lids slam shut, teeth so desperately wanting to bite down on the fabric of the pillow for something, anything, to stabilize him. âArenât I?â The low growl in your voice makes his insides melt, gasping against the damp pillow when he feels that heat building at the bottom of his stomach, âYes! Yes, you areâGod!â
A tongue laps at the pointed top of his earlobe, groaning with every thrust, lightning going up Kentoâs spine as you hit something in him like clockwork, âWho is?â Kento wants to call you cruel, or rebel, but all he can do is hold back tears of bliss as he melts into the sheets, âDaddy is. Heâs so deep in meâŚâ Unknowingly, Nanami seals your fate with his next words, groaning out against the pillow heâs practically crushing to his chest, âHeâs in my tummyâŚâ
Hazel eyes widen when a sudden flood of something rushes through him, warm and thick against his walls, coming out with every twitch of your dick. You just came inside his pussy. Your body falls over him, pressing his hips down against the bedding, making his clit grind against the sheets unintentionally. And that does it, sending Kento over the edge with a gurgle, his creamy essence coating your shaft in a thick mess that slides down his folds to make a mess on the sheets. Both of you writhing on the ruined bedding, a quiet moment.
Which is interrupted by a hand swatting your hip as Nanami groans out, playful irritation in his voice, âIdiot. You couldnât hold out a little longer?â He canât believe this was how you cum inside him for the first time.
GETOU SUGURU.
Getou was quite the brat in your eyes. But who wouldnât agree? He walked around like he owned the place alongside Satoru, he played with peopleâs feelings like they were toys to be tossed away, and he made your fucking blood boil without having to do anything but send you a smile that said âyouâre so funnyâ anytime you showed a reaction to it.
You wantedâneeded to put him in place. Somebody had to. So when you saw him on campus again, you gave him a proposition you knew he couldnât refuseâtake your âvirginityâ. You pulled the innocent guy look off well, even as he giggled with a smug expression all the way to your dorm room. He wasnât gonna be laughing for long, anyway.
He was so easy to pin down after he stripped for you, panties sticking to his crotch with a wetness that made you hadnât expected to see. Suguru immediately tried to take control, snapping his fingers and rolling his eyes whenever you tried to get on his level. But once you got his knees pinned to his shoulders, and his cunt wrapped tight around your dick, he had no room to complain amongst the desperate little yells that were being pounded out of him with every thrust.
Slick, pretty folds envelop you with every stroke, his gushing insides leaving a sheen of frothy cream on your shaft every time all 8 inches of your cock push those walls apart. The sight makes you chuckle, hands squeezing the back of his knees tight whenever he tries to squirm out from underneath you, âAlready making a mess, arenât we? I thought you were supposed to teach me?â
The smugness in your voice doesnât go over Getouâs head, his hands gripping one of the pillows underneath his head, trying not to let his brain melt when your dick brushes against his g-spot again and again with the kind of precision that no virgin should have. Violet eyesâwith a watery sheenâglare up at you. âFucking a-asshole. Y-you lied-â, His words turn into a keen when you slam inside again, rolling your hips to grind against that spot that makes his head tip back, saliva running down the side of his chin, âShut that fucking mouth for one.â
And what can Suguru do but obey? His ankles were at his ears, toes curled tight from every stomach clenching thrust, and the squelching noise his pussy made left his ears pink. God, imagine if someone saw this. Saw the strongest sorcerer (except for Gojo Satoru, of course) on campus getting used like a slut, folded like a fucking pretzel. âFuckâŚâ Is all he can manage to say, eyes unfocused.
But you? You were on Cloud 9. The mean, bratty boy behind you was replaced with a whore straight out of your imagination. Soaking wet with every thrust, head tipped back with a blissed out look on his cute face, and a series of high pitched whines you force out of him as you begin to pick up the pace, making the couch rock and creak beneath you.
Hands move to grip your thighs, trying to stop your thrusts. God, it felt like every last one of them was buried inside his chest, rocking a whine out thatâs so embarrassing it makes his face turn cherry red. He couldnât do this, âCanâtâI canâtââ A palm comes down hard against his cunt, making his body tense from the sudden mix of sharp pain and pleasure. âA-Ah!â Another smack, right against his clit.
âYeah, you can.â Suguru tries to squirm away, unable to see you smirking above him as you let slap after slap rain down on his poor little cunt, feeling him squeeze you like a vice every time you do it. The black haired man is left panting underneath you, every hit making him gush around your dick like a fucking fountain. âCâmon, arenât you the Strongest?â What are you doing to him? Whatâs happening?
Why does it feel so goddamn good?
âYou telling me the strongest canât take a dick?â Oh, fuck. Fuck. âFucking slut, donât pass out on meââ The last hit against his pussy makes violet eyes cross, head tipping back as he squeezed your dick so tight you were almost forced into an abrupt stop.
Spurts of slick squirt out around your cock, Getouâs body shaking like a leaf as he cums his brains out, mouth open in a silent âOâ, mind melted within his skull. And that seemed to be all you yourself could take as well.
Your own eyes roll back, bottoming out with a quick thrust as a supernova bursts behind your eyes, cock throbbing inside of Getou as spurts of thick & creamy cum coat his walls like it belonged there. There was so much of it that it even started leaking out around your shaft, only adding to the mess underneath him on the couch.
Both of you wanna think, wanna make a good quip. But both of you were completely fucked out.
KAMO CHOSO.
He canât take anymore. Heâs gonna die.
Minutes and hours have mashed together, turning into an incomprehensible mess with every slide of your girth into his puffy, swollen pussy. The middle of his thighs are a wet mess of his own juices and release. But he canât even remember how many times heâs cum already. Or just how long heâs been screaming out his pleasure, just long enough that his voice has grown hoarse.
His back aches, his stomach hurts, and his lips are bitten raw from trying to hide his moans. Which you didnât allow.
Heâs gonna fucking die.
And he was gonna go out like this. Crying like a bitch into the bed beneath him, mascara and foundation leaving stains on the sheets that would take forever to wash out, body rocking forward when you snap your hips against his reddened asscheeks. If someone found his body like this, who was gonna possibly explain what happened to him? Whatâs gonna go on his tombstone?
âHere lies Kamo Choso, loving brother of 10, who died from being fucked to tears.â Such a sad way to go out.
But you? Oh, you seemed to be having an amazing time. Your pace never once slowed down, even through every toe-curling orgasm you gave Choso. Again and again, hand on the middle of his back to keep his ass arched up and lower body pressed down into the bed. He couldnât grind against the sheets for a faster orgasm, he couldnât touch himself, all he could do was cream around your dick again and again like clockwork.
A strained sob drifts from Chosoâs mouth, hands gripping anything in sight to cling onto, to try and escape the mind-melting pleasure that was threatening to break him into little pieces, âPlease, sir. Please, I canât take anymoreââ Another thrust, all those girthy inches pressing his swollen walls apart with no effect, fucking another desperate whine from his lips. âI fucking canât!â His legs were trembling, your hands on his hips the only thing keeping him held up.
âMm, but I think you can, hon.â That voice, the one thatâs been in all his dreams and the one that was currently making him want to bang his head on a wall. Because as youâve done the whole night, you show no mercy, pistoning forward once more, making a mess of the cream costing your dick, letting it churn inside Choso like you were trying to make butter. âI think you will.â
âSir, I-Iâll do anythingâAh!â A hand wraps around one of his pigtails, yanking his head back to lift it off the bed, showing the mess you made of the pretty boy beneath you. Tear streaks ruining his perfect makeup, a drool string connecting from his mouth to the sheet he was chewing on. âCareful, Choso. Making promises like that is what got you here.â
And you were right. Promise after promise of âIâll do whatever you want if you get me thisâ and âPlease, Iâll do anythingâ had finally caught up to him, leaving him in the pathetic position he was in right now. Because now, he couldnât keep his last promise.
âIâll let you cum in me if you getââ
Your other hand grabs his other pigtail, yanking Choso up until he is forced to rest on his elbows with his chin on the bed, aching back arched in a way that lets you slip in so deep that it felt like you were in his belly. Thrust after thrust had his swollen clit throbbing painfully with arousal, knees ready to crumble from exhaustion. You were relentless, simply using his soaked hole like it was a fleshlight. Not that he hated it.
âMm! B-But I meant it!â
The grip you have on his hair leaves him defenseless, neck aching from the angle heâs pulled back in, âI s-swear! E-every word, sirâŚâ The desperation in his voice seemed to finally be breaking through to you, your hips twitching just a little when you thrusted in again. âI want itâŚâ You chuckle, but donât respond, continuing to ram into him over and over, making his body tense up when he feels you brush against his g-spot again. Chosoâs mouth opens to release a whine, âPlease, sir! Just cum already!â
The corner of your lips raise into a smirk, heart swelling at the adorable sound of Chosoâs desperate pleas. You didnât even have to speak, letting the boyâs words dissolve into teary begs for mercy, âCum! Cum! Fuck, just cuuum!â Pearly teeth grit, feeling your dick throb against his walls, veins and ridges pressed all up inside of him, making him drool. A sudden groan leaves you when you feel those gummy walls clench hard around your cock, the sensation repeating as Choso moans out, brain leaking from his ears, âCum, please. Please, please, pleaseââ
Aww, he was tightening up for you. How sweet. You were always such a sucker for the boy, so your body couldnât help giving him exactly what he was asking for. It only took a few more pumps before you slammed back inside, watching his puffy little hole spasming around you as your own release washes over you, hands gripping this pigtails like handlebars.
Choso is so happy you canât see his face, feeling his eyes unfocus when that rush of heat floods his insides, hips rolling as you fill up every inch of his hole like it belongs there. And fuck, maybe it does. âThank youâŚâ He mutters, body collapsing against the bed when you let go of his now messy hair, instantly turning into jelly against the sheets.
Youâre talking above him, probably words of praise and admiration, but his eyelids were so heavy, and he was tired. It only took 8 more seconds for him to knock out.
summary. ever since you and tim got together, heâs been unable to keep his hands off of you (or his mind). and he doesnât know why.
tags: subbottom!tim, top!reader. established relationship, roommate!reader (you and tim are in college), desperate!tim, oral sex (deepthroating), face-slapping (with dick), daddy kink, slight dumbification, mild degradation, barely there southern!reader, lots of spit (tim makes a mess)
wc: 917
a/n: babyâs first smut (that iâve posted). any criticism or comments, just send them in! i hope you degenerates enjoy. also i donât use ai, i just love me some commas and quotations. (update: ignore any errors you see, i made this at 4am)
Tim doesnât like to think of himself as the desperate kind. Heâs a mix between too prideful, and too self-deprecating to ever think himself the kind of guy to fall on his knees for someone, or find some random man or woman invading his mind. He thinks Dick is a much better fit for that type of yearning.
But that statement then begs the question of why. Why is he in the position heâs in now? Kneeling on the carpeted floor of your dorm, mouth wrapped around the biggest dick heâs ever had the pleasure of seeing in his life. Dark locks scrunched up in a tight fist as you used him like a toy.
You guys met about 8 months ago now. You, having been assigned as his new dorm mate, and Tim, being left angry that he no longer had his own room anymore. After all, who hadnât heard all the horror stories of getting stinky roommates with hentai on his laptop, or the degenerate sex pests who kept you up at all hours of the night.
But shockingly enough: you were none of those.
Instead, he got a roommate who cleaned up after himself, smelled like the best aftershave in existence, and who gave Tim a stiffy doing the simplest of tasks. Again, Tim wasnât the type to be desperate! Not at all!
He wasnât desperate when he asked you out in that date with cherry red cheeks. He wasnât desperate when you guys had your first kiss in a packed movie theater. So when did all of this happen? When did you turn him into a slut for cock?
If he could think about it right now, he knows heâd be so embarrassed. But being embarrassed wouldnât even be a turn off at the moment. Instead, his brain is racing with the thought of how good you taste on his tongue; how he can feel the wetness of his own drool as it slides down the side of his chin to wet the collar of the shirt he stole from you. The loud, obscene sounds of him gagging every time your tip hits the back of his throat.
Above him, he can hear you chuckling. Or what seems to be a mix of a chuckle and a groan. Either way, knows his face canât flush any redder than it already is.
âAw, you havinâ fun down there, Timmy?â That drawl is enough to make his thighs clench together, big blues opening up to gaze above, a sheen of wetness over them like he was close to tears. Tim seemed to have no idea just how adorable he looked down there. And you didnât mind reminding him.
âYeah. Bet you are.â The hand gripping his hair forced him down until his nose was buried in an array of pubes, coughing and sputtering around the dick trying to train his throat open. Tim knows heâs making such a mess, but any thought about how much of a bitch this would be to clean melts when you slide out abruptly, leaving him panting for air.
A string of saliva follows, breaking to land on the slippery mess thatâs coagulated with how long itâs been on the bottom of his face. Those dazed blue eyes go wide, Timâs swollen bottom lip trembling slightly. âWaitââ But his attempt to speak is halted by your dick slapping against his red cheek, turning his protest into a shocked little yelp.
âMm, you already made a mess. Might as well add, right?â And you move to slap it on his other cheek, watching long black lashes flutter as Tim practically sinks into the floor from the act. The boy tries to hide it, but you knew he was a cock slut the day you both met. He had that look to him. And you never seemed to be wrong about these things.
The boyâs face turns, placing open mouth kisses around the slick shaft as you slap it against swollen lips. The sight makes you twitch, which Tim clearly approves of based on his whimper of satisfaction. âNeedy, needy boy. Just canât get enough, can you?â As you speak, Tim subtly attempts to slide you back into his mouth, a desperate whine slipping out when you pull him back by his hair.
âThatâs not how we ask for things, Timmy.â The condescension in your voice is enough to make Timâs own cock throb hard in his jeans, just begging for a release he wasnât gonna be getting tonight. Fuck, why did you have this effect on him? Why did he love it? Why did he let his mouth open, sticky with your precum, to mewl like a meek bitch, âPlease, please, pleaseââ
âPlease, what?â It seemed your cruel streak wasnât over yet, as the grip on his scalp tightened to the point he let out a gasp of pain (though he didnât mind the sting), his knees aching from being on the floor for so long and his neck beginning to feel the same. All things he could ignore if you just put that fat dick right back where it belonged.
The ceiling light catches onto teary baby blues, a sight that wouldâve had you buckling if not for Timâs next words taking the cake. âDaddy, please. Please put your dick back in my mouth, I wanna taste your cum. I need to swallow allââ Balls clap against his chin loudly as you force your way back inside, Timâs throat immediately protesting the sudden intrusion with a hard gag. But his eyes? Those speak to your soul.
Use me, they plead. Use me until you canât anymore.