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𝒿ujutsu kaisen. 𝓁inkon and n109

pairing ؛ zayne, caleb, sylus 𝒸ontains ؛ reader is very bitchy. brat taming. forced apology during sex. mocking.

zayne

the rain had been falling since late afternoon turning the glass walls of the hospital into sheets of blurred light that smeared the city into soft gold and grey.

by the time your shift as a hunter ended and the residual evol strain in your chest started to ache in that familiar nagging way the private wing was almost empty. most of the lights on the upper floors had already been dimmed, only the surgical floor still glowed like a distant stubborn star.

you had sent the message three hours earlier, mild chest tightness nothing urgent just the usual post-mission residue. you expected a junior resident maybe a quick scan and a polite dismissal. instead the reply that came back was short and unmistakable.

come to my office. 12:26 — zayne

you arrived seven minutes late on purpose.

the corridor smelled of antiseptic and rain-damp coats. his office door was ajar. inside the only light came from the desk lamp and the city bleeding through the windows in long watery streaks.

zayne sat behind the desk in his white coat sleeves rolled to the elbows glasses low on his nose as he finished signing a chart. the top two buttons of his shirt were undone a faint shadow of stubble darkened his jaw. he did not look up when you entered.

“you’re late,” he said.

“traffic.”

“there is no traffic at this hour.” he set the pen down with precise care and finally raised his eyes. the usual calm was there but something cooler sat beneath it sharp and quiet like the edge of a scalpel.

“sit on the examination table. clothes off from the waist down.”

you stayed standing a moment longer than necessary letting the silence stretch until it felt almost physical. his gaze did not waver.

“what if i don’t feel like being examined by you?” you asked voice light.

zayne stood slowly. he walked around the desk without hurry closed the door behind you with a soft click and locked it. when he turned back the clinical neutrality was still on his face but his eyes had gone sharp, glacial and intent.

“you’re being difficult,” he said evenly. “on purpose.”

you shrugged the picture of unbothered defiance. he simply pointed at the examination table.

you sat. the paper crinkled under your thighs as you stripped from the waist down folding your clothes with exaggerated care and setting them aside. you spread your legs wider than needed and looked at him waiting open and defiant under the low desk light.

zayne washed his hands at the small sink the water running longer than usual. he dried them pulled on a pair of gloves with two deliberate snaps and stepped between your knees.

the height of the table put him at the perfect angle. he rested one gloved hand on your inner thigh thumb stroking once slow and almost thoughtful before he parted you with two fingers.

you were already wet. he noticed immediately.

“elevated temperature. significant lubrication. pulse elevated.” his voice remained flat clinical even as two fingers pushed into you without warning curling against the front wall until your breath caught sharp in your throat. “and yet you chose to test me the moment you walked through the door.”

he worked you open with methodical thoroughness, scissoring pressing curling watching your face the entire time.

every time your hips tried to rock against his hand he stilled completely waiting until you settled then continued as if nothing had happened.

the gloves made every movement feel both impersonal and filthy, slick latex dragging against sensitive flesh.

“you’re gripping my fingers quite tightly,” he observed. “is the residual evol energy concentrating here or are you simply reacting to being examined by your doctor after hours while deliberately provoking him?”

you didn’t answer. you rolled your hips again bratty and deliberate.

zayne’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. he withdrew his fingers stripped the gloves and dropped them into the waste bin with a soft thud.

then he opened his own trousers with the same calm efficiency he used for everything else.

his cock was already hard, thick flushed the head shiny. he didn’t ask. he simply lined up and sank into you in one controlled relentless thrust that forced a sharp sound out of your throat.

he didn’t give you time to adjust.

he fucked you deep and exact every stroke measured never speeding up never letting you set the pace.

one hand stayed on your lower belly pressing down so he could feel himself moving inside you, the thick drag of him the way your body yielded then clenched.

the other braced beside your head on the paper-covered table. the wet sound of him sliding in and out filled the quiet office, obscene against the soft hush of rain outside.

“you wanted my attention,” he said voice still level almost conversational even as he drove into you hard enough to make the table creak. “you have it. now take the consequences.”

you tried to meet his thrusts. he pinned your hip and slowed deliberately until you were shaking with frustrated need every movement precise enough to keep you right on the edge without mercy.

“impatient and disrespectful. two traits i don’t tolerate in my patients.” a particularly deep thrust made your back arch. “you’ll come when i allow it. not before.”

he edged you with ruthless precision, bringing you right to the edge with the exact pressure of his thumb on your clit then stopping the second your walls began to flutter. he did it three times. four. until you were panting fingers twisted in the paper pride finally cracking under the steady rhythm of his hips.

“zayne—”

“doctor,” he corrected quietly never breaking rhythm. “while we’re in this room you address me properly.”

the correction landed harder than any raised voice could have. you bit your lip stubborn for another few strokes then finally gave in, voice rough and unsteady.

“doctor…”

he rewarded the word by fucking you through the first orgasm with the same measured intensity never losing that clinical rhythm even as your cunt clenched and fluttered around him. he didn’t stop.

he adjusted the angle pressed harder on your clit and forced a second climax out of you before the first had fully faded. your thighs shook. the paper under you was ruined wet and torn.

only then did the composure crack just slightly. his forehead dropped to yours. the next thrusts were deeper.

he came with a low restrained groan flooding you while his fingers kept working your oversensitive clit until a third trembling orgasm tore through you hard enough that your vision blurred, white sparks behind your eyes and the sound of your own broken breathing loud in the quiet room.

he stayed inside afterward breathing evenly against your mouth one hand still resting on your belly as if checking that everything was still in place.

when he finally pulled out the mess of his come and your own wetness spilled onto the paper in slow thick trails.

he cleaned you carefully with a warm cloth from the drawer movements thorough gentle touches now that the edge of his anger had been spent.

he helped you sit up steadying you when your legs felt unsteady. then he leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to the inside of your wrist the only real softness he allowed himself.

“next time you decide to test me,” he said quietly voice returning to its usual calm “schedule earlier. i prefer not to work this late unless the patient requires corrective measures.”

he paused adjusting his glasses with one clean hand.

“and you will address me properly when you walk through that door. understood?”

caleb

for three days he had treated you like something fragile.

after that last mission left your lip split and your ribs aching, caleb slipped into a version of himself that almost resembled the boy you once knew.

he prepared meals. he filled the tub. he examined every bruise with quiet hands and even quieter commands. he simply stayed near too near watching you with that flat measuring stare that never quite melted even when his touch did.

you were not troubled by any of it.

you simply chose to be difficult anyway.

by the third night the n109 safehouse had grown too still, restlessness crawled under your skin for no solid reason the kind of sharp aimless spite that had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the urge to push.

so when he stepped out of the shower black towel low on his hips water still dripping from his hair and asked if you wanted him to rewrap the bandages around your ribs you did not bother looking up from your phone.

“im fine,” you said voice flat and dismissive. “stop asking. its annoying.”

caleb stopped in the doorway. “im not asking to annoy you. im making sure you dont tear the healing tissue.”

“whatever.” you scrolled farther deliberately cold. “youre being extra. just leave it.”

he stood motionless for a long breath. then he crossed the floor water still tracing the lines of his chest and halted directly in front of where you sat on the edge of the bed.

you finally lifted your eyes and kept going pure meanness with no real cause. “ extra. hovering. asking the same question every five minutes. its a lot. maybe go do something else instead of babysitting me.”

“youve been testing me ever since,” he said. “for three days ive given you gentleness. care. patience. and this is how you speak to me.”

you shrugged still half buried in your screen as if he were not standing there half naked and growing colder by the second. “im just saying. you dont have to keep checking on me like im going to fall apart.”

that was the final straw.

calebs hand closed around your phone and threw it onto the nightstand hard enough that the glass cracked against the wood.

a heartbeat later your back hit the mattress and his full weight pinned you down. the towel had already vanished. he shoved your shirt up ripped your shorts and underwear down your legs in one rough pull and forced your thighs apart with his knees.

“just saying,” he repeated against your mouth voice low and cold. “you were just being a bitch for no reason.”

two fingers shoved into you without warning. you were already slick had been from every careful glance and quiet touch and the sound that left him was almost furious.

“soaked. while you sat there dismissing every single thing ive done for you.” he curled his fingers hard pressing exactly where it made your hips jump. “you wanted a reaction? fine.”

he pulled his fingers free lined himself up and drove into you in one brutal controlled thrust that tore a sharp cry from your throat. no slow stretch. no gentle pause. just the full thick length of him burying to the hilt while he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand.

he began moving at once deep hard exact. every stroke was measured and punishing the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet safehouse. his free hand locked on your hip hard enough to leave marks controlling the angle so he could slam in exactly where it made your back arch.

“three days,” he said against your ear voice still terrifyingly calm even as he fucked into you harder. “three days of checking your injuries. cooking for you. letting you rest. and you decide to be dismissive and rude for no reason at all.” another deep thrust forced a gasp from you. “you dont get to do that with me.”

you tried to stay defiant tried to keep the bratty edge but every snap of his hips drove the air from your lungs. he did not ease off. he set a relentless pace and held it never letting you catch your breath never giving back the soft edges he had offered for days.

he folded your legs higher and drove in even deeper. “look at you. taking every inch while you talked to me like i was nothing.”

he pulled out suddenly flipped you onto your stomach yanked your hips up and sank back in from behind in one hard thrust.

the new angle was devastating. he fucked into you with short powerful snaps one hand fisted in your hair to keep your cheek pressed to the mattress the other locked around your hip.

“youre going to come on my cock,” he ordered. “then youre going to apologize for being a bitch when i did nothing to deserve it. and then im going to fill you so full you feel it every time you move tomorrow. understand?”

you held out longer than was wise. he edged you for it fucking you right to the brink then slowing to shallow controlled strokes that left you shaking and sobbing with frustrated need.

only when your pride finally broke and the fractured apology spilled from your mouth did he give you what you needed.

“im sorry,” you gasped out. “im sorry for being a bitch. please—”

he fucked you through the orgasm hard enough that the headboard slammed against the wall.

your cunt clenched and fluttered around him while he kept driving in chasing his own release with rough almost vicious thrusts.

when he came it was with a low nearly silent groan against the back of your neck burying himself to the root and flooding you in thick pulses while he held you so tightly it bordered on pain.

he did not pull out afterward.

he stayed buried forehead pressed between your shoulder blades breathing controlled again even though his heart still raced.

“dont do that again,” he said voice quiet but edged with steel. “i gave you gentle. you spat on it for no reason. next time you decide to be a bitch just because you feel like it i wont wait three days to correct you.”

his free hand slid down between your bodies fingers gently circling your oversensitive clit while he was still thick and soft inside you coaxing little aftershocks until you were trembling and clinging to the sheets.

sylus

the private garage smelled of polished concrete and rain. sylus had driven you here after the gala without a single word of explanation the black car still warm from the drive the city lights completely cut off by thick concrete walls and the heavy silence of the underground space.

the second he had you on the hood of the car you smirked up at him deliberately uncooperative thighs parting just enough to feel the hard line of him through his trousers the fabric already strained.

“what the big bad leader of onychinus needs to drag me to a garage to get some? couldnt wait until we got upstairs like a normal person? or is this your idea of romance now?”

sylus’s red eyes narrowed. the playful smirk he usually wore sharpened into something colder the kind of look that made most people in n109 think twice before speaking again.

“careful kitten.”

you didnt stop. you rolled your hips against the hard line of his cock and added sweet and mocking “or what? youll talk me to death? lecture me about proper behavior? i thought you liked it when i was difficult. isnt that why you keep me around?”

that did it.

he flipped you onto your stomach across the hood in one smooth motion the cold metal pressing hard against your chest and the thin fabric of your dress as he shoved the material up around your waist.

your underwear was dragged down your thighs in one rough pull and then he was there sinking into you in a single brutal thrust that made the car rock on its suspension and forced a sharp cry out of your throat.

“or ill fuck the attitude out of you,” he said calmly against your ear voice low and dangerous. “and youll thank me for it.”

he didnt tease this time. he fucked you hard and deep from the start one hand fisted in your hair the other braced on the small of your back to keep you pinned against the polished surface.

every thrust was precise and punishing angled to hit the spot that made your knees weak and your breath stutter against the metal the wet sound of him sliding into you already loud in the quiet garage.

“still feel like running that mouth?” he asked when you tried to push back against him. he simply pressed harder and drove in deeper. “go ahead. i like the way you sound when youre trying to stay bratty while im balls deep in this greedy little cunt. keep talking kitten. tell me again how i should have waited.”

you gasped out something half protest half moan “sylus— slow down—” but he only laughed low against your neck and kept the pace relentless never letting you catch your breath.

the wet slap of skin filled the space every thrust rocking the car slightly on its tires the heat of him contrasting sharply with the cool hood beneath you.

“listen to that,” he murmured almost conversational as he ground deep. “soaking my cock already and you were still trying to talk shit two minutes ago? such a mouthy little thing. did you think i wouldnt do anything about it? did you think the leader of onychinus would just let you keep pushing in public and then expect me to be gentle once we were alone?”

when you started clenching around him he reached under and rubbed your clit in tight mean circles until you came hard enough to shake your forehead pressed to the hood as the pleasure tore through you.

he didnt stop. he fucked you through it then through the overstimulation murmuring low mocking praise the entire time.

“thats better. look at you dripping all over my car taking every inch. still want to talk shit? go on,tell me again how i should have waited until we got upstairs. i want to hear it while youre shaking on my cock.”

you could barely form words your voice breaking into soft broken sounds as he kept grinding deep. “i— cant— sylus please—”

he slowed just enough to make you feel every thick inch dragging out and slamming back in the stretch almost too much after the first orgasm.

“nothing coherent? good. i like you better when youre too full to be a brat.” his free hand slid up your side then back down to grip your hip hard enough to leave marks.

“this is what happens when you test me in public. i take you somewhere private and remind you exactly who you belong to. say it. tell me who you belong to.”

“you,” you managed between gasps. “i belong to you—”

“louder.” he drove in harder. “i want the concrete to hear it.”

“i belong to you!”

he shifted the angle of his hips driving even deeper and you cried out again the sound echoing off the concrete walls. he kept talking the whole time low and steady never raising his voice even as he fucked you harder.

“you feel that? how deep i am? how your body keeps pulling me in even while youre still trying to act like you have the upper hand? cute. but we both know better. this cunt of yours has been wet for me since the gala and you still thought talking shit would get you anywhere.”

when he finally came it was with a low rough groan burying himself to the root and filling you while he ground against your oversensitive clit forcing another broken orgasm out of you that left your legs trembling against the cold metal of the hood.

you’re half-sprawled across the living-room couch, one knee hooked over the back cushions, the other leg dangling off the edge.

caleb is between your thighs, jeans shoved down just far enough, his shirt still on because neither of you had the patience to get fully undressed.

he’s been fucking you slow and deep for a while now, long rolling thrusts that make the couch cushions shift under you every time he pushes in.

you’re already a mess, shirt shoved up under your chin, one of his hands occasionally sliding down to squeeze your breast or grip your hip and pull you harder onto him.

it’s too good, the kind of good that makes your thoughts go soft and stupid, you’re clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in, and the next time he drives in deep and grinds there for a second, the words just fall out of you on a broken moan.

“i love you—”

caleb freezes.

mid-thrust. still buried inside you, his eyes lock onto yours, wide and dark, like he didn’t quite hear it right, the only sound for a second is both of you breathing hard and the soft creak of the couch.

then a low, chuckle leaves him.

“you love me?”

he pulls almost all the way out then sinks back in to the hilt with one firm stroke that makes your head tip back against the cushions, his forehead drops to yours, voice rough and close, a little shaky under the heat.

“well fuck… i’ve loved you ever since.”

he starts moving again, deeper now, like the confession just unlocked something, every thrust is harder, more intentional, the couch rocking under the two of you.

“since we were kids building forts in your backyard. since every sleepover where i had to pretend i wasn’t staring at you the whole time. since the first time i realized i wanted to be the one who got to touch you like this.” his hips snap forward, punching a soft cry out of you.

“i’ve wanted you for so fucking long it made me crazy. every time you hugged me. every time you laughed at something only i said. i’ve been dying to hear you say it, didn’t expect you’d say it while i’m inside you.”

he chuckles then shifts hooking one of your legs higher over his arm so he can get even deeper. the new angle makes you gasp, and he doesn’t let up, long strokes that keep you pinned to the couch.

“i’ve thought about this,” he mutters against your mouth, kissing you messy between words. “you under me. you saying you love me while i’m fucking you stupid. i’ve jerked off to the idea more times than i can count.” another hard thrust. “and now you’re actually said it. fuck, baby…”

one hand slides under your lower back, lifting you so he can grind deep and stay there for a second each time, making sure you feel every inch.

your fingers tangle in his hair, the other hand gripping the back of the couch for something to hold onto as he keeps talking telling you how many nights he lay awake wanting exactly this, how many times he almost kissed you and chickened out, how good it feels to finally have you open and wet and whispering that you love him while he ruins you on the couch you’ve both sat on a thousand times before.

the pace builds, the wet sound of him moving in and out of you fills the quiet living room, your moans get louder, less controlled, and he answers every one with another deep thrust and another soft “i love you too” against your skin, like he’s been waiting years to say it back while he was inside you.

even though it had to be — even though satoru had your body slammed against the big penthouse window, your fat tits squished flat and lewdly on the cold glass while his strong hand roughly fisted your hair, as his thick cock ramming inside your dripping cunt relentlessly, the glittering city lights blurred below, thousands of potential eyes that could be watching you get absolutely fucking destroyed.

your nipples dragged painfully across the freezing glass with every brutal thrust, sending filthy jolts straight to your throbbing clit. satoru’s heavy, sweat-slick body pinned you there like a bitch in heat, his massive dick stretching your sloppy pussy wide open, pounding you so hard the wet squelching sounds of your cream coating his shaft echoed obscenely through the penthouse.

“fuuuck, listen to that greedy cunt,” he groaned right against your ear, “loving this so far, mm? getting your tits pressed on the window like a filthy slut?” his grip in your hair tightened viciously, yanking your head back so your cheek smashed harder into the glass, forcing your arched back and pushed-out ass to take every vicious inch.

his foot shoved your thighs further apart, spreading you obscenely so he could drive his cock even deeper, the fat head battering your cervix with wet, punishing slaps.

another broken whimper slipped from satoru’s throat as your pussy clenched hard around him, sucking him in like it was starving.

he tried to bury the needy sound with a bite to your shoulder, teeth sinking in deep, but you felt it — the way his thick dick twitched and throbbed violently inside your guts.

“oh? you like that?” he rasped, hips snapping forward brutally. “s..satoru- ff… sssloww… mmmh…” he reached around and roughly mauled one of your squished tits, pinching and twisting your swollen nipple until you cut off.

“slow down? how can i slow down when youre taking my dick so good?” his balls slapped loudly against your soaked folds with every ruthless thrust, smearing your juices down your thighs.

he fucked you harder, faster, turning you into nothing but a dripping, cock-drunk mess. “fuck—shit, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he whimpered again, the sound pathetic and hot as hell against your skin.

his rhythm faltered for a second, hips stuttering as he fought not to cum too soon, then he doubled down, pounding you like he hated how good you felt.

every deep, cervix-kissing thrust made your pussy gush around him, creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock.

before you could even catch your breath, he spun you around, grabbed the backs of your thighs, and hoisted you up like you weighed nothing.

your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you closer to the massive window, his rock-hard cock slapping wetly against your ass with every movement.

he pinned you against the glass again, this time front-first, lifting you higher so your soaked cunt hovered right above his throbbing dick.

with one brutal thrust he slammed back inside you, impaling your dripping cunt on every thick inch. the new angle was devastating — he was holding you up, your back and ass pressed hard against the cold window.

your legs stayed locked around him as he started fucking you again, using his powerful arms and hips to bounce you on his cock like a fleshlight.

each upward thrust drove him impossibly deep, the fat head battering your cervix while your ass and back squeaked against the glass from the force.

satoru panted hotly against your tits, burying his face between them for a moment before biting down on one sensitive nipple.

a needy whimper escaped him as your pussy clenched viciously around his pistoning shaft, but he fucked through it, bouncing you harder, faster.

he adjusted his grip, hands digging painfully into the soft flesh of your ass as he spread your cheeks wider, pounding up into you with wet, filthy squelching sounds.

your juices were dripping down his lower abs and onto the floor, smearing across the glass every time he slammed thrutsted he groaned, another broken whimper slipping out as you rolled your hips to meet him he pressed you even harder into the glass, crushing your body between his powerful frame and the window, fucking you so deep and so rough you could feel him in your stomach.

satoru was completely lost in you, carrying you, ruining you, pressing you harder and harder into the window like he wanted the city to memorize exactly what his girlfriend looks like when she’s getting destroyed.

you and caleb were deep in the heat of the moment on his bed, bodies moving together in a passionate rhythm, his thick cock slid in and out of your slick, unprotected pussy with long strokes, filling you completely.

you’d convinced him to skip the condom tonight, whispering how desperately you needed to feel him raw, all while secretly planning to baby-trap him hoping his cum would take root and bind him to you forever.

he groaned deeply, hips rolling as he thrust harder, his heavy balls pressing against you with every plunge, the pleasure was building fast, your walls fluttering around his pulsing length.

then you made your move, you slid your legs up and wrapped them firmly around his waist, ankles locking tight behind his back.

the shift pulled him even deeper, angling his cock so the swollen head nudged right against your cervix. your pussy squeezed him rhythmically, holding him in place.

caleb’s rhythm faltered. his breath hitched sharply. “f-fuck..” he whispered, voice strained and desperate, forehead dropping to yours.

you felt his cock throb intensely inside you, swelling as he teetered right on the edge. for a heartbeat, his hips tensed like he might try to pull back.

but it felt too incredible. the tight, wet heat of your pussy gripping him, your legs trapping him deep. he couldn’t stop.

with a low, ragged moan, he kept going, driving into you with urgent, grinding thrusts, your locked ankles kept him buried to the hilt, refusing to let him withdraw even an inch. “god… it’s too good,” he panted, sweat-slicked skin sliding against yours as he fucked you harder, chasing the overwhelming sensation.

you moaned softly, rolling your hips to meet him, nails lightly dragging down his back. “don’t stop, caleb…”

his pace grew more desperate, thrusts deep and the wet, intimate sounds of your bodies filled the room.

finally, he shattered. with a deep groan, caleb buried himself as far as your locked legs allowed and came hard. thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy, pulsing against your cervix as he emptied himself completely inside you. wave after wave of his warm seed filled your womb, exactly as you’d planned.

your own climax crashed over you, pussy clenching tightly around him, milking every drop. even afterward, you kept your legs wrapped around his waist, holding him deep while his cock twitched with the final aftershocks, his release safely trapped inside your unprotected body.

“fuck… i couldn’t pull out,” he breathed shakily, still buried in you, lost in the pleasure.

you smiled softly against his skin, satisfied that the first step of your baby trap had worked perfectly.

it started with the two of you playfully throwing jokes at each other on the couch in his luxurious apartment.

satoru had you draped across his lap, long legs stretched out, your back against his chest as some random movie played on the massive tv. his fingers idly traced patterns along your thigh under the oversized shirt you’d stolen from him.

“you’re such a brat today” he teased, voice light and singsong as he poked your side, making you squirm. “think you can get away with wearing my clothes and looking this cute?”

you laughed, twisting around to straddle him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. “bold? Coming from the guy who walks around like the world owes him everything. maybe i should hang out with suguru more, he’s way more chill. doesn’t act like a walking ego trip all the time.”

the playful grin on Satoru’s face vanished in an instant, his hands froze on your hips. for a split second, the room went deadly quiet except for the low hum of the tv, then his eyes narrowed, the temperature in the air seeming to drop.

“say that again.” his voice was still soft, but the sweetness was gone, replaced by something sharp.

you blinked, realizing you’d hit a nerve. “satoru, i was just joking-”

“joking?” he let out a low, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down your spine, in one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch, pinning you down with his much larger frame.

his hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, but firm enough to make your pulse race under his fingers. “you really think it’s funny to throw suguru in my face like that?”

he leaned in close, nose brushing yours, that usual cocky smirk twisted into something mean. “you’ve been talking about suguru for a while now, but i let them all slide. well too fucking bad. now you’re gonna learn exactly how mean i can be.”

satoru didn’t give you time to respond, he ripped your shirt open with a sharp tug, buttons flying, exposing you completely.

his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh bruise before biting down hard enough to make you yelp, while you were still gasping, he shoved your bottoms down roughly, not even bothering to take them off all the way just enough to bare you to him.

“look at you,” he sneered, voice dripping with mock pity as two long fingers shoved inside you without any prep. “already dripping like a slut just because i got a little mad. pathetic.”

he curled his fingers viciously, hitting that spot over and over with brutal precision while his thumb rubbed your clit in fast, punishing circles. you moaned loudly, hips bucking, but he pressed his weight down harder, keeping you trapped.

“shut up,” he snapped when you cried out his name. “you don’t get to say my name nicely after talking about another guy. you’re mine. say it.”

when you hesitated for half a second, he pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy sharply, the sting making your eyes water. “i said say it.”

“i’m yours- satoru, fuck—”

“good girl.” but there was nothing sweet in the way he said it.

he freed his cock, long, thick, and already leaking, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep you saw stars.

no gentleness. no waiting for you to adjust. he just started fucking you like he hated you, hips snapping forward with punishing force, the couch creaking violently beneath you.

“too much?” he mocked, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“this is what you get for pissing me off. maybe next time you’ll think twice before opening that pretty little mouth.”

every thrust was ruthless, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside you. he was so deep it hurt in the best way, he leaned down and bit your shoulder, then your collarbone, leaving marks everywhere his mouth could reach.

tears pricked your eyes from the overwhelming intensity, but your body betrayed you, clenching around him desperately. satoru noticed and laughed.

“aww, you’re gonna cum already? even when i’m being this rough with you? disgusting.”

he angled his hips to hit that spot relentlessly, not slowing down for a second, when your orgasm hit you like a freight train, walls fluttering around his cock, he didn’t stop.

he fucked you straight through it, chasing his own release with selfish, punishing strokes until he buried himself deep and came hard, filling you with hot spurts while groaning lowly.

even after, he stayed inside you, hips giving a few lazy, mean little thrusts to push his cum deeper. he finally released your wrists and jaw, but his hand came up to pat your cheek almost condescendingly.

“next time you wanna play games, remember this,” he said, voice still edged with that cruel tone even as he brushed a tear from your cheek. “i can be a lot meaner, baby. Don’t test me again… unless you want me to break you next time.”

he stayed pressed against you, breathing heavy, the weight of his body a reminder of just how thoroughly he’d ruined you on that couch.

especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.

every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.

his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.

the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.

and he just can’t help himself.

the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.

he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.

he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.

“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.

“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.

his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.

the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.

you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.

satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.

“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”

he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.

the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.

satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.

he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.

the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.

you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.

satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.

you spot him across the crowded university library your boyfriend satoru leaning against a bookshelf his piercing blue eyes are narrowed, locked on you and your study partner.

the guy’s just a classmate, harmlessly going over notes for your upcoming exam, but satoru’s not having it.

his jaw clenches as the dude laughs at something you say, leaning a little too close.

before you can process, satoru’s striding over, his tall frame cutting through the room like he owns it — which in his mind, he probably does.

“babe.” he drawls, voice low grabbing your wrist without a hello. “we’re leaving. now.” your classmate stammers a protest, but satoru shoots him a glare that could freeze hell over.

“study session’s over, nerd. find someone else to bore.”

he drags you out of the library, your books forgotten on the table, heart pounding as he pulls you down the hall toward the nearest bathroom.

it’s one of those single-stall ones, tucked away in a quiet corner of the building, perfect for what he has in mind.

the door slams shut behind you, lock clicking into place, and suddenly it’s just the two of you in the fluorescent lit space, mirrors reflecting his possessive fury.

“satoru, what the hell—” you start, but he’s on you in an instant, spinning you around to face the sink, his body pressing hard against your back.

his hands grip your hips, fingers digging in through your skirt as he grinds his already-hard cock against your ass. “you think it’s cute? flirting with that loser right in front of everyone?”

“i wasn’t flirting,” you gasp, but the words dissolve into a moan as he yanks your skirt up, exposing your panties.

he hooks his fingers in them, ripping the fabric aside with a sharp tug ruined, just like that. “liar.” he growls, his breath hot on your neck. “you need a fucking lesson on who you belong to.”

one hand slides between your thighs, finding you already wet —traitorously so and he chuckles darkly, circling your clit with rough, teasing strokes.

“see? this pussy knows it’s mine.” you whimper, bracing against the sink as he frees his cock from his jeans, thick and throbbing, slapping it against your ass before lining up at your entrance.

no prep — he thrusts in deep with one brutal stroke, filling you to the hilt, your walls clenching around him like a vice.

“fuck, so tight…” he groans, pulling back just to slam in again, setting a punishing rhythm.

the bathroom echoes with the wet slap of skin on skin, his hips snapping against yours as he fucks you hard, each thrust a claim.

his free hand wraps around your throat not choking you, but to hold you in place, forcing you to meet his eyes in the mirror.

“look at yourself, getting railed in a dirty school bathroom because you couldn’t behave, this what you wanted? tomake me jealous so i’d remind you?”

you try to answer, but all that comes out is a choked moan as he angles deeper, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.

he smirks, leaning down to bite your shoulder, hard enough to mark, not enough to break skin. “say it, who owns this pussy?”

“you—fuck, you do!” you cry out, pushing back against him, chasing the building heat, he rewards you with faster thrusts, his hand dipping back to rub your clit in tight circles, the overstimulation making your legs shake. “that’s right. come for me, baby — show me you’re sorry.”

the orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body convulsing around his cock, milking him as you scream his name.

the student council room was supposed to be locked after hours, but caleb never cared much for rules when he was stressed.

you barely had time to close the door behind you before his eyes snapped up from the mess of paperwork on the desk.

he was half-sitting on the edge of it, sleeves shoved to his elbows, tie loosened like he’d been tugging at it for the last hour.

“you’re late,” he said, voice low, almost too calm.

“i got held up in the lab—”

“don’t.” he pushed off the desk in one fluid motion and crossed the room in three strides.

the door clicked shut behind you, his palm pressed flat against it, caging you there without even touching you yet.

“do you know how many idiots i had to deal with today? three separate groups. all of them whining about budget, about posters, about ‘creative freedom.’” he let out a humorless laugh. “i swear if i hear the word ‘aesthetic’ one more time i’m going to lose it.”

his forehead dropped to yours, breath warm and uneven. you could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.

“caleb…”

“i don’t want to talk about them anymore.” his fingers curled into the fabric of your skirt, bunching it slowly. “i just want to forget they exist for five goddamn minutes.”

you’d never seen him like this, controlled, always so perfectly controlled caleb, fraying at the edges. it sent heat licking down your spine.

he kissed you like he was trying to punish someone else through your mouth, hard, messy, teeth clacking before he tilted your head and took what he needed.

you gasped into it and he swallowed the sound, backing you up until your thighs hit the desk.

papers scattered. a pen clattered to the floor.

he lifted you onto the edge without breaking the kiss, hands sliding under your thighs to spread them, step between.

you felt him already hard through his slacks, pressing insistently against you.

“fuck,” he muttered against your neck, voice ragged. “those idiots spent twenty minutes arguing about font size. twenty.”

your breath hitched. he dragged your panties to the side with impatient fingers, not even bothering to take them off.

“caleb—”

“tell me to stop and i will,” he said, but his hand was already freeing himself, hot, heavy, dragging the head through your folds like he couldn’t wait another second.

“don’t you dare stop.”

a low growl rumbled in his chest. he pushed in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. your back arched, the stretch burned perfectly, and he didn’t pause, didn’t give you time to adjust, just pulled back and slammed in again.

“fuck, yes,” he hissed, forehead pressed to yours, hips snapping forward relentlessly. “this is what i needed. you, just you.”

every thrust rocked the desk, something else fell off and hit the carpet. you clutched his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt, and he groaned like the sting felt good.

“they kept talking,” he grit out between thrusts, “like i give a shit about their stupid club fair booth, and all i could think about was how tight you’d feel, how you’d sound when i fucked the frustration out on you—”

his rhythm turned punishing, skin slapping skin, the obscene sound mixing with his low, filthy stream of words.

“wanted to drag you in here hours ago. lock the door. make you take it right on the president’s chair while they were still arguing outside.”

you moaned his name and he angled his hips, hitting deeper, making your vision blur at the edges.

“that’s it,” he rasped, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other sliding between you to circle your clit with rough precision. “let me hear you. want the whole damn building to know who you belong to when I’m like this.”

your climax hit sudden and sharp, you clenched around him, crying out, and he swore viciously, pace stuttering.

“fuck, fuck, just like that—”

he followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling with a broken groan, pulsing inside you, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he shuddered through it.

for a long moment the only sound was both of you breathing hard, the faint rustle of scattered papers settling.

eventually he lifted his head, eyes softer now, the storm finally quiet. he brushed a thumb over your swollen lips, voice hoarse.

“…sorry. got carried away.”

the floor was cold against your back, the thin blanket doing little to shield you from the chill seeping through the hardwood.

you’d stormed off after that ridiculous fight, escalating into a full-blown standoff of stubborn glares and petty jabs, satoru had just shrugged and let you grab a pillow and march to the living room.

pride kept you rooted to the floor, refusing to crawl back to the bed where he was probably sprawled out, pretending not to care.

hours ticked by, the clock on the wall hummed past midnight, the apartment silent except for the occasional creak of the building settling.

you stared at the ceiling, arms crossed, replaying the argument in your head. he’s such an idiot, you thought, but the anger was starting to fray, replaced by the ache of wanting to just.. fix it. but no, you weren’t giving in first.

thenn, a soft shuffle of footsteps, you froze, pretending to be asleep, your breath shallow, the air shifted as satoru’s presence loomed closer, his scent filling the space.

you felt the warmth of his hand before it even touched you, hovering for a moment, then slowly, his fingers brushed your waist, slipping under the edge of your shirt to rest against your skin.

your heart thudded, but you didn’t move. didn’t speak. his touch was warm, tracing small circles that sent shivers up your spine.

he shifted closer, his body curling behind yours on the floor, the heat of him chasing away the cold, his hand tightened, pulling you flush against his chest, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against your neck.

“still mad?” he murmured, voice low, lips brushing the shell of your ear. you didn’t answer, but your body betrayed you, leaning back into him just enough for him to notice. he chuckled, soft and smug, his hand sliding lower, fingers splaying across your stomach. “didn’t think so.”

you turned your head, just enough to catch his gaze in the dim light filtering through the curtains. his eyes glinted. “you’re insufferable,” you muttered.

“and you’re stubborn as hell,” he shot back, lips curling into a grin. his hand moved again, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, and your breath hitched. “but you’re here. on the floor. with me.”

you wanted to argue, to push him away and cling to your pride, but his touch was unraveling you, each slow movement stoking a heat that had nothing to do with anger. “shut up,” you whispered, but it came out weak, and you turned fully in his arms, facing him.

his smirk softened, and for a moment, you both just looked at each other, the fight feeling small and stupid in the quiet of the night.

then you kissed him. hard. like you were trying to win the argument with your lips, your hands fisting in his shirt.

he groaned into your mouth, pulling you closer, and the floor didn’t feel so cold anymore. his hands were everywhere, your hips, your thighs, tugging you until you were straddling him, the blanket long forgotten.

your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just enough to make him hiss, and he retaliated by nipping at your bottom lip, drawing a gasp from you.

“still wanna sleep on the floor?” he teased, voice husky, as he rolled his hips up against you, you glared, but it melted into a moan when his hands gripped your ass, guiding you against him.

“bed,” you managed to say, breathless, and he didn’t argue. in one fluid motion, he stood, lifting you with him, your legs wrapping around his waist.

you barely made it to the bedroom, stumbling through the door, lips still locked, hands frantic.

the mattress hit your back, and satoru was on you, shedding clothes with a speed that would’ve been comical if you weren’t so desperate.

the fight didn’t matter anymore.

not when his mouth was on your neck, your collarbone, lower.

not when you were arching beneath him, nails raking down his back, urging him closer.

the room filled with the sounds of your breathing, your gasps, the creak of the bed as you both gave in to the heat that had been simmering beneath the surface all night.

by the time you collapsed, tangled in the sheets, sweaty and spent, the argument felt like a lifetime ago.

satoru pulled you against his chest, his lips brushing your temple. “next time,” he murmured, voice lazy, “just come to bed.”

you snorted, poking his side. “you first.”

your lips crash against gojo in a frenzy of passion, tongues tangling desperately in the dim light of your shared bedroom.

he’s always been your sub—your perfect little sub, glasses fogging up as he whimpers into your mouth, his long fingers clutching at your waist like you’re his lifeline.

you pull back just enough to gaze up at him, your eyes wide and needy, lips swollen and parted, silently begging for more.

that look hits him like a curse, a desire that makes his cock twitch hard against your thigh.

satoru’s breath hitches, his blue eyes darkening behind those frames.

he swallows thickly, cheeks flushing pink as he averts his gaze for a second, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“h-hey… um..” he stammers, voice soft and nervous.

“can i… top? for once? Please?” his hands tremble slightly on your hips, as if he’s afraid you’ll say no.

you nod eagerly, whispering a breathless “yes, satoru—please.” and that’s all it takes.

he surges forward, capturing your lips again, but slower this time.

gently, so gently, he guides you back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours without pinning you down.

his kisses trail from your mouth to your jaw, then your neck, nipping softly as he murmurs, “you’re so beautiful… i’ve been wanting this.”

his fingers slide under your shirt, caressing your skin like it’s fragile, thumbs circling your nipples until they’re pebbled and aching.

he peels your clothes off with care, kissing every inch he uncovers, the curve of your collarbone, the dip of your navel, the sensitive insides of your thighs.

when he’s finally bare above you, his cock stands proud, long, thick, and leaking pre-cum, but he doesn’t rush.

“tell me if it’s too much.” he whispers, voice shaky with emotion, as he positions himself between your legs.

you spread wide for him, slick and ready from the makeout alone, and he groans at the sight, rubbing the flushed head of his dick through your folds, coating himself in your wetness.

slowly, he pushes in—just the tip at first, watching your face with wide, worried eyes.

“good? feels okay?” you moan yes, arching up, and he sinks deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside you, both of you gasping.

he’s gentle, rocking into you with shallow thrusts that build to a steady rhythm, his hips rolling perfectly to hit that spot deep inside.

one hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing your lips as he kisses you through it, the other slips between you to circle your clit with feather-light touches.

“fuck, you feel amazing..” he breathes as pleasure overtakes him, the coil in your belly tightens, and he senses it, “come for me, baby.” his voice breaking as your walls clench around him.

you shatter first, crying out his name, and he follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a choked sob, spilling hot and deep inside you

you never knew caleb had a thing for squirting.

hell, you didn’t even know you could do it yourself.

it all hit you like a freight train that night, tangled up in his bed, sweat-slicked sheets twisted around your legs.

you’d been fucking for what felt like hours — his thick cock slamming into you missionary style, your thighs spread wide, knees hooked over his hips as he pounded relentlessly.

every thrust stretched your soaked pussy to its limits, the obscene squelch of your juices filling the air.

you were a mess already, clit throbbing from the way he’d been rubbing it earlier with his thumb, your walls clenching greedily around him like they were trying to milk him dry.

but then it built — this weird, unfamiliar pressure deep in your core, like you had to piss but way more intense, bubbling up from your bladder and radiating through your swollen folds.

it scared you a little, made your body tense. “caleb — fuck, slow down-” you gasped, your voice breaking as you clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his sweat-drenched skin.

“i feel… something weird building up, like, really weird.. slow down, baby—”

his eyes lit up like you’d just handed him the keys to paradise.

that hungry, feral grin spread across his face, all teeth and sin, and instead of slowing, the bastard motivated himself.

“oh yeah? that’s it, baby girl.” he growled low and nasty, voice rough as gravel. “don’t you hold back on me.” before you could protest, his strong arms wrapped around you like iron bands, yanking your body flush against his.

he locked you in tight — chest to chest, your tits squished against his pecs, his hips pinning yours down so you couldn’t squirm away.

one hand gripped your ass cheek hard, fingers bruising the flesh as he spread you wider, the other tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat for his teeth.

he went feral after that, jackhammering into you faster, harder — his cock pistoning like a machine.

“come on baby..” he snarled against your neck, biting down just hard enough to draw a whimper.

“i can feel it — you’re gonna fucking explode all over my dick.” the pressure skyrocketed, your bladder screaming, you thrashed in his grip, but he held you immobile, fucking you through it.

“fuck—caleb, i can’t—” you wailed, your voice a broken sob.

and then it hit—that feeling bursting inside you, your pussy convulsed violently around his cock, walls fluttering and squeezing as a gush of hot fluid erupted from you.

you felt it everywhere — your juices running down you, pooling under your ass, making everything slippery and filthy.

“fuuuuck..” caleb groaned, eyes wild with lust as he watched it happen, feeling the warm flood coat his shaft mid-thrust.

he didn’t stop—kept railing you through the orgasm, his cock churning your squirting pussy into a frothy mess, white cream from your arousal foaming at the base.

you’d agreed to this out of pity, your bestfriend satoru, the campus freak with his wild white hair, taped-up glasses perpetually slipping down his nose, and that awkward hunch from hours hunched over quantum physics textbooks.

“i have a date tomorrow..” he’d mumbled, cheeks flaming red “and i… don’t want to screw it up, like, literally.” so here you were, in his cramped dorm room, textbooks shoved aside on the desk.

“okay, lesson one.” you said, stripping off your shirt with a casual flick. “gentle touches first, don’t just dive in.”

he nodded too eagerly, those piercing blue eyes usually hidden, wide and hungry behind his glasses as he fumbled with his own clothes.

his body was surprisingly toned under the baggy hoodies, lean muscle from all that cursed energy training he bragged about in class, but his hands shook when he reached for you.

you guided him onto the bed, straddling his lap to demonstrate rhythm, grinding slow against the bulge straining his boxers.

“see? build it up. tease her clit like this..” your fingers circled your own, showing him, but gojo’s breath hitched, his hips bucking up involuntarily, cock twitching hard against your thigh.

“like… this?” he rasped, voice cracking from disuse in anything but lectures, his hands, surprisingly strong, gripped your hips, mimicking your roll but with too much force, slamming you down onto him.

you yelped, but before you could correct him, he flipped you onto your back with a surge of that infinite strength he never shut up about. “wait, satoru, slow—”

no mercy, the nerd had cracked open a forbidden textbook, and now he was devouring the chapter.

he yanked your panties aside, fingers plunging in without warning, two, then three curling roughly against yourg-spot.

“you’re so wet already,” he muttered, fascination lacing his awe, glasses fogging as he pumped faster, thumb mashing your clit in erratic circles.

your walls clenched around the intrusion, slick sounds filling the room, but he didn’t stop to check—just watched your face twist, learning from your gasps. “does this… make you cum?.”

you tried to push his hand away, “c..calm down..” but he pinned your wrists with one hand as he leaned in, breath hot against your neck.

“no, teach me right, all of it.” his free hand freed his cock, fucking massive, veined and flushed, tip leaking pre-cum like.

he lined up and thrust in, no prep beyond his fingers, stretching you wide in one brutal slide, you cried out, back arching, the burn morphing into filthy pleasure as he bottomed out.

gojo turned absolutely feral, hips snapping with precision — deep, grinding strokes that hit every nerve, his cock dragging along your walls, bullying your cervix with each plunge.

“Ffck, you’re tight..” he groaned, voice dropping to a guttural whine, glasses slipping as sweat dripped down his temple.

he hiked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half for leverage, pounding relentlessly, the bedframe rattling.

no gentle tutorial now, he was experimenting, tweaking angles, shifting to grind his pubic bone against your clit, then pulling out almost fully to slam back in, watching your pussy flutter and gape around him, creamy arousal coating his shaft.

“slow down — satoru, slow down!” you gasped, nails raking his back, but he just grinned, wild and unhinged, that loser facade shattered.

“can’t, feels too good.. look how you’re creaming on me.” he reached down, pinching your nipples hard, twisting until you keened, then smeared your own slick over them, nasty and possessive.

his pace turned punishing, cock throbbing inside you, veins pulsing as he chased his orgasm, yours came crashing first, walls spasming, milking him as you squirted messily around him, soaking the sheets.

but he didn’t stop, tlipped you onto your stomach, lifted your ass up, and railed you from behind, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back, the other spanking your cheeks red.

“gonna fill you up.. you know…practice for tomorrow.” he panted with a sneer smirk on his lips, though his date was the last thing on his mind.

thrusts grew erratic, sloppy-wet slaps echoing, until he buried deep and erupted, hot thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy, overflowing in creamy dribbles down your thighs.

you’d barely caught your breath from the last round when sylus’s hand clamped down on your hip like a vice, his fingers digging into your flesh with that possessive grip that always made your pulse spike.

he didn’t ask, never did.

“up.” he rumbled lowly, but before you could even process the command, his other arm hooked under your waist and yanked.

your body flipped like a ragdoll, ass in the air, knees scrambling against the mattress as he positioned you on all fours without a single fucking word of instruction.

the sudden shift sent a jolt through you, your breasts swaying heavy and sensitive from his earlier mauling, nipples still peaked and aching from where he’d pinched them raw.

you gasped, fingers curling into the sheets, but he was already behind you, his massive frame crowding your space, the heat of his cock, thick, veined, and slick with your combined mess nudging insistently against your soaked folds.

sylus didn’t do gentle transitions, his palm cracked down on your ass cheek once, sharp and stinging, the sound echoing like a whipcrack in the quiet room.

“mine.” he snarled, the word half buried in a guttural groan as he thrust forward in one brutal snap of his hips.

you cried out, the stretch burning deliciously as he buried himself to the hilt, your walls clenching around him like a vice, still tender from the pounding he’d given you face down earlier.

he didn’t let you adjust, his hands were everywhere, manhandling you like you weighed nothing, one sliding up your spine to fist your hair, yanking your head back until your throat arched, the other gripping your thigh to spread you wider, forcing your legs apart with a rough shove.

he rutted into you like a beast, hips slamming forward, each plunge dragging a wet, obscene schlick from where your bodies met.

your pussy wept around him, arousal dripping down your thighs in sticky rivulets, mixing with the faint traces of his cum from before he’d already filled you once tonight, painting your insides white and hot, but apparently that wasn’t enough, not for him.

“so fucking tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you, chest pressing into your back, trapping you beneath his weight.

he shifted then, abrupt and demanding, hauling your hips up higher with a growl, changing the angle so his cock speared deeper, bullying against that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

you whimpered, body jolting with every thrust, but he wasn’t done repositioning his little plaything.

with a sudden twist, he flipped you again, onto your side this time, one leg hooked over his shoulder as he draped himself over you, driving back in from a new angle that had you keening, toes curling.

his free hand roamed greedily, callused fingers pinching your clit between them, rolling it roughly until you bucked, oversensitive chasing the edge.

“that’s it, squirm for me.” he taunted, even as he kept up the relentless pace, he’s slapping wetly against your ass with each grind.

he tossed you once more before you could shatter, rolling you flat onto your back with effortless strength, pinning your wrists above your head in one iron grip while his other hand shoved your knees to your chest, folding you in half.

his eyes locked onto yours as he sank back in slowly letting you feel every inch splitting you open. “look at you,” he murmured. “taking it like you were made for this, for me to fuck however i want.”

the coil in your belly wound tighter, pleasure-pain twisting into something obscene as he pounded harder, faster, the bedframe creaking under the assault.

his cock throbbed inside you, hot and insistent, veins pulsing against your fluttering walls.

you were a mess, hair tangled, lips bruised from his earlier bites, pussy wrecked and gaping around him, leaking his seed with every withdrawal.

he didn’t warn you, just like he didn’t command the shifts, his rhythm faltered, thrusts turning erratic, and then he was flooding you again, ropes of thick cum spilling deep, marking you from the inside out.

only when he was spent did he release your wrists, collapsing half over you, his hand idly stroking the red handprints blooming on your skin. “good girl,” he finally said, the praise lazy and sated, as if the chaos he’d wrought was the most natural thing in the world.

you and satoru, your best friend since forever, have danced around this for months — teasing glances, lingering touches, the unspoken heat that’s been building.

tonight, it snaps.

he’s sprawled on your bed, shirtless, his hair a mess, blue eyes wide with a mix of nerves and hunger as you straddle him, your confidence throwing him off.

he always thought you were innocent, pure — his sweet, untouched best friend.

but the way you move, the way you’re looking at him now, all heat and intent, has him questioning everything.

“h..ha, fuck.. you sure ‘bout this?” satoru breathes out, voice cracking, his hands hovering over your hips as you position yourself on top of him, your bare thighs brushing his sweats, cock already straining, hard and thick against the fabric.

he’s shocked, his usual cocky grin faltering, those piercing ue eyes flickering with uncertainty, you’re a virgin — he knows you are — but you’re moving like you’ve done this a hundred times, your hands steady as you tug his sweats down, freeing his length, heavy and leaking, veins pulsing.

“satoru....” you murmur, voice low, as you grip his cock, stroking slow, watching his jaw clench, his breath hitch.

“thought you’d be the one leading.” your confidence is a fucking shockwave — he’s used to being in control, the gojo you knew, you’ve got him unraveling with a single touch.

“o-oh fuck—” he starts, but his words die as you guide his tip to your entrance, slick and ready, your cunt already dripping from the tension.

you sink down, slow at first, the stretch burning, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as your virginity gives way, his cock filling you.

it hurts, but you don’t stop, your hips rolling with a natural rhythm that has his eyes widening, his hands gripping your thighs like a lifeline.

“shit—shit” he groans, head tipping back, his adam’s apple bobbing as you ride him, smooth and confident, your walls gripping him tight, too fucking good for a virgin.

“how’re you—fuck, how’re you this good?” his voice is ragged, his usual swagger gone, lost in the heat of you, the way you move like you’ve been fucking him for years.

he’s losing focus, his hands slipping, breaths coming fast, shallow, cock twitching inside you as you set the pace, your nails digging into his chest.

“satoru..” you moan, voice breaking, but your hips don’t falter, grinding down, taking him deeper, the pain melting into pleasure as you adjust.

“feels—fuck, feels so good.” your confidence shocks him, your moans loud, uninhibited, and he’s reeling, his eyes glassy, his control slipping with every roll of your hips.

“goddamn it,” he mutters, his hands finally moving, gripping your ass hard, trying to regain control. “you’re supposed to be innocent, baby—what the fuck?” he’s half-laughing, half-growling, but there’s no humor in it — just raw, desperate need.

he flips you in one fluid motion, pinning you beneath him, your back hitting the sheets, his cock still buried deep. “my turn.” he snarls, taking charge, his impatience kicking in.

he thrusts hard, the bed creaking as he drives into you, his cock dragging against your walls, raw and searing, your moan is a scream, your hands clawing at his shoulders, the sudden shift overwhelming that you can't keep up.

“satoru—fuck!” you cry, tears pricking your eyes, your body trembling under his brutal pace, the stretch still new, still intense.

“that’s it..” he groans, his hand gripping your thigh, hitching it over his hip, opening you wider. “fuckin’ scream for me, baby.” his thrusts are punishing, each one deeper, harder, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

he leans down, lips brushing your ear, his voice rough, commanding. “thought you were all pure and shy, huh? ridin’ me like a fuckin’ pro.”

“satoru—too much!” you whimper, tears spilling, but your hips buck up, chasing him, your cunt clenching tight, betraying your words.

he’s in control, his blue eyes blazing with a mix of shock and hunger, his usual cocky smirk creeping back as he watches you unravel.

“too much?” he taunts, his hand sliding down, thumb circling your clit, rough and fast, pushing you toward the edge. “nah, you’re takin’ it so good, virgin or not.” his thrusts don’t slow, each one a claim, his cock pulsing inside you, the heat of him overwhelming.

“fuck—satoru!” you scream, your orgasm crashing through you, your walls milking him, your body shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down your cheeks.

he groans, low and primal, his own release hitting, spilling hot and thick inside you, his thrusts slowing but still deep, riding out the high.

he collapses over you, panting, his weight grounding, his breath hot against your neck. “fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, voice rough, a hint of his usual laugh creeping back. “a virgin, huh? coulda fooled me, baby.”

you catch your breath, legs shaky, a weak smile forming. “surprised you, didn’t i?” he pulls back, smirking, his blue eyes glinting. “yeah, but don’t get cocky. i’m runnin’ this show now.” he leans down, kissing you hard, a promise of more to come. “ready for round two?”