a week of self deprecating comments from you is what it took to break your husband. no amount of reassurance that you're beautiful and smart and perfect seemed to help, so suguru has decided to take a different approach.

"open your eyes."

you do as told, eyes cracking open just enough to get a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror positioned at the end of the bed - on all fours, back arched, jaw dropped and eyes half lidded in pleasure, tits bouncing with each rough thrust suguru delivers from behind. you try to look away from the obscene vision of yourself, just for him to grip your jaw with one strong hand and turn your face back to where he wants it.

"look at you," he hums, grip relaxing into something softer as his hand trails from your jaw to your throat, squeezing gently. "so beautiful. go ahead, tell yourself what you are."

his hips slow enough to let you attempt to catch your breath, but the drag of his cock against your sweet spot still has your mind swimming. the languid pace prolongs the sensation until you're shaking, your hips fighting back to keep him where you need him just for him to land a sharp smack! across your ass.

"not until you say it," suguru warns, smoothing over the sensitive spot he just created on your skin. "been so mean to yourself, angel." his voice deepens as he leans forward, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "i don't like that shit."

you look over his reflection in the mirror, draped over you, long hair curtaining around your body and sticking to his forehead, skin glistening with sweat. his expression is nothing short of displeased with the way you've been speaking about yourself and your inability refusal to give yourself the compliment you deserve.

"suguruuu," you whine, pelvis pushing back against his again. "please just fuck me."

he grabs hold of your hips as he straightens back up to stop your movement, fingers digging in on the plush flesh. he buries his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust, hitting your cervix in a way that has you jolting forward. your hands slam into the pillowtop of the mattress, a ragged moan ripping out of your throat.

"i want to hear you say it first." he starts pulling his hips back again until just the tip is notched in the syrupy mess of your pussy, slick dripping off his cock and onto the sheets below. another slam forward has you yelping, your mouth staying dropped open in a perfect 'o' as he hits every sensitive spot inside you at once. "say it."

"i'm be-beautiful!" you cry, hand gripping tight on his forearm. your nails dig into his skin, crescent shapes and red trails left in their wake as they drag down his arm.

suguru reaches for your elbows and drags you up, bringing your back to be smushed against his chest. he's deeper like this, pistoning his hips marginally faster. his lips rove over your neck, open mouthed kisses trailed down your skin.

"again."

"i'm beautiful!" he moves even faster, big hand coming to grasp one of your breasts, fingers rolling the nipple sending little shocks right down to your clit.

"again." his voice is rough, panting right against your ear. his hand finds your jaw again, directing your eyesight to the extended length of your body in the mirror.

"sugu-" tears roll down your cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure, that familiar coil tightening in your low belly as you watch the way he's destroying you. it comes out weak, but you give him what he wants, "i'm beautiful."

"yeah, you are." you cum hard, creaming all over him and milking him for all he's worth as he fucks you through it. "don't bad mouth my wife again."

a week of self deprecating comments from you is what it took to break your husband. no amount of reassurance that you're beautiful and smart and perfect seemed to help, so suguru has decided to take a different approach.

"open your eyes."

you do as told, eyes cracking open just enough to get a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror positioned at the end of the bed - on all fours, back arched, jaw dropped and eyes half lidded in pleasure, tits bouncing with each rough thrust suguru delivers from behind. you try to look away from the obscene vision of yourself, just for him to grip your jaw with one strong hand and turn your face back to where he wants it.

"look at you," he hums, grip relaxing into something softer as his hand trails from your jaw to your throat, squeezing gently. "so beautiful. go ahead, tell yourself what you are."

his hips slow enough to let you attempt to catch your breath, but the drag of his cock against your sweet spot still has your mind swimming. the languid pace prolongs the sensation until you're shaking, your hips fighting back to keep him where you need him just for him to land a sharp smack! across your ass.

"not until you say it," suguru warns, smoothing over the sensitive spot he just created on your skin. "been so mean to yourself, angel." his voice deepens as he leans forward, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "i don't like that shit."

you look over his reflection in the mirror, draped over you, long hair curtaining around your body and sticking to his forehead, skin glistening with sweat. his expression is nothing short of displeased with the way you've been speaking about yourself and your inability refusal to give yourself the compliment you deserve.

"suguruuu," you whine, pelvis pushing back against his again. "please just fuck me."

he grabs hold of your hips as he straightens back up to stop your movement, fingers digging in on the plush flesh. he buries his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust, hitting your cervix in a way that has you jolting forward. your hands slam into the pillowtop of the mattress, a ragged moan ripping out of your throat.

"i want to hear you say it first." he starts pulling his hips back again until just the tip is notched in the syrupy mess of your pussy, slick dripping off his cock and onto the sheets below. another slam forward has you yelping, your mouth staying dropped open in a perfect 'o' as he hits every sensitive spot inside you at once. "say it."

"i'm be-beautiful!" you cry, hand gripping tight on his forearm. your nails dig into his skin, crescent shapes and red trails left in their wake as they drag down his arm.

suguru reaches for your elbows and drags you up, bringing your back to be smushed against his chest. he's deeper like this, pistoning his hips marginally faster. his lips rove over your neck, open mouthed kisses trailed down your skin.

"again."

"i'm beautiful!" he moves even faster, big hand coming to grasp one of your breasts, fingers rolling the nipple sending little shocks right down to your clit.

"again." his voice is rough, panting right against your ear. his hand finds your jaw again, directing your eyesight to the extended length of your body in the mirror.

"sugu-" tears roll down your cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure, that familiar coil tightening in your low belly as you watch the way he's destroying you. it comes out weak, but you give him what he wants, "i'm beautiful."

"yeah, you are." you cum hard, creaming all over him and milking him for all he's worth as he fucks you through it. "don't bad mouth my wife again."

a week of self deprecating comments from you is what it took to break your husband. no amount of reassurance that you're beautiful and smart and perfect seemed to help, so suguru has decided to take a different approach.

"open your eyes."

you do as told, eyes cracking open just enough to get a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror positioned at the end of the bed - on all fours, back arched, jaw dropped and eyes half lidded in pleasure, tits bouncing with each rough thrust suguru delivers from behind. you try to look away from the obscene vision of yourself, just for him to grip your jaw with one strong hand and turn your face back to where he wants it.

"look at you," he hums, grip relaxing into something softer as his hand trails from your jaw to your throat, squeezing gently. "so beautiful. go ahead, tell yourself what you are."

his hips slow enough to let you attempt to catch your breath, but the drag of his cock against your sweet spot still has your mind swimming. the languid pace prolongs the sensation until you're shaking, your hips fighting back to keep him where you need him just for him to land a sharp smack! across your ass.

"not until you say it," suguru warns, smoothing over the sensitive spot he just created on your skin. "been so mean to yourself, angel." his voice deepens as he leans forward, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "i don't like that shit."

you look over his reflection in the mirror, draped over you, long hair curtaining around your body and sticking to his forehead, skin glistening with sweat. his expression is nothing short of displeased with the way you've been speaking about yourself and your inability refusal to give yourself the compliment you deserve.

"suguruuu," you whine, pelvis pushing back against his again. "please just fuck me."

he grabs hold of your hips as he straightens back up to stop your movement, fingers digging in on the plush flesh. he buries his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust, hitting your cervix in a way that has you jolting forward. your hands slam into the pillowtop of the mattress, a ragged moan ripping out of your throat.

"i want to hear you say it first." he starts pulling his hips back again until just the tip is notched in the syrupy mess of your pussy, slick dripping off his cock and onto the sheets below. another slam forward has you yelping, your mouth staying dropped open in a perfect 'o' as he hits every sensitive spot inside you at once. "say it."

"i'm be-beautiful!" you cry, hand gripping tight on his forearm. your nails dig into his skin, crescent shapes and red trails left in their wake as they drag down his arm.

suguru reaches for your elbows and drags you up, bringing your back to be smushed against his chest. he's deeper like this, pistoning his hips marginally faster. his lips rove over your neck, open mouthed kisses trailed down your skin.

"again."

"i'm beautiful!" he moves even faster, big hand coming to grasp one of your breasts, fingers rolling the nipple sending little shocks right down to your clit.

"again." his voice is rough, panting right against your ear. his hand finds your jaw again, directing your eyesight to the extended length of your body in the mirror.

"sugu-" tears roll down your cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure, that familiar coil tightening in your low belly as you watch the way he's destroying you. it comes out weak, but you give him what he wants, "i'm beautiful."

"yeah, you are." you cum hard, creaming all over him and milking him for all he's worth as he fucks you through it. "don't bad mouth my wife again."

a week of self deprecating comments from you is what it took to break your husband. no amount of reassurance that you're beautiful and smart and perfect seemed to help, so suguru has decided to take a different approach.

"open your eyes."

you do as told, eyes cracking open just enough to get a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror positioned at the end of the bed - on all fours, back arched, jaw dropped and eyes half lidded in pleasure, tits bouncing with each rough thrust suguru delivers from behind. you try to look away from the obscene vision of yourself, just for him to grip your jaw with one strong hand and turn your face back to where he wants it.

"look at you," he hums, grip relaxing into something softer as his hand trails from your jaw to your throat, squeezing gently. "so beautiful. go ahead, tell yourself what you are."

his hips slow enough to let you attempt to catch your breath, but the drag of his cock against your sweet spot still has your mind swimming. the languid pace prolongs the sensation until you're shaking, your hips fighting back to keep him where you need him just for him to land a sharp smack! across your ass.

"not until you say it," suguru warns, smoothing over the sensitive spot he just created on your skin. "been so mean to yourself, angel." his voice deepens as he leans forward, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "i don't like that shit."

you look over his reflection in the mirror, draped over you, long hair curtaining around your body and sticking to his forehead, skin glistening with sweat. his expression is nothing short of displeased with the way you've been speaking about yourself and your inability refusal to give yourself the compliment you deserve.

"suguruuu," you whine, pelvis pushing back against his again. "please just fuck me."

he grabs hold of your hips as he straightens back up to stop your movement, fingers digging in on the plush flesh. he buries his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust, hitting your cervix in a way that has you jolting forward. your hands slam into the pillowtop of the mattress, a ragged moan ripping out of your throat.

"i want to hear you say it first." he starts pulling his hips back again until just the tip is notched in the syrupy mess of your pussy, slick dripping off his cock and onto the sheets below. another slam forward has you yelping, your mouth staying dropped open in a perfect 'o' as he hits every sensitive spot inside you at once. "say it."

"i'm be-beautiful!" you cry, hand gripping tight on his forearm. your nails dig into his skin, crescent shapes and red trails left in their wake as they drag down his arm.

suguru reaches for your elbows and drags you up, bringing your back to be smushed against his chest. he's deeper like this, pistoning his hips marginally faster. his lips rove over your neck, open mouthed kisses trailed down your skin.

"again."

"i'm beautiful!" he moves even faster, big hand coming to grasp one of your breasts, fingers rolling the nipple sending little shocks right down to your clit.

"again." his voice is rough, panting right against your ear. his hand finds your jaw again, directing your eyesight to the extended length of your body in the mirror.

"sugu-" tears roll down your cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure, that familiar coil tightening in your low belly as you watch the way he's destroying you. it comes out weak, but you give him what he wants, "i'm beautiful."

"yeah, you are." you cum hard, creaming all over him and milking him for all he's worth as he fucks you through it. "don't bad mouth my wife again."

a week of self deprecating comments from you is what it took to break your husband. no amount of reassurance that you're beautiful and smart and perfect seemed to help, so suguru has decided to take a different approach.

"open your eyes."

you do as told, eyes cracking open just enough to get a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror positioned at the end of the bed - on all fours, back arched, jaw dropped and eyes half lidded in pleasure, tits bouncing with each rough thrust suguru delivers from behind. you try to look away from the obscene vision of yourself, just for him to grip your jaw with one strong hand and turn your face back to where he wants it.

"look at you," he hums, grip relaxing into something softer as his hand trails from your jaw to your throat, squeezing gently. "so beautiful. go ahead, tell yourself what you are."

his hips slow enough to let you attempt to catch your breath, but the drag of his cock against your sweet spot still has your mind swimming. the languid pace prolongs the sensation until you're shaking, your hips fighting back to keep him where you need him just for him to land a sharp smack! across your ass.

"not until you say it," suguru warns, smoothing over the sensitive spot he just created on your skin. "been so mean to yourself, angel." his voice deepens as he leans forward, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "i don't like that shit."

you look over his reflection in the mirror, draped over you, long hair curtaining around your body and sticking to his forehead, skin glistening with sweat. his expression is nothing short of displeased with the way you've been speaking about yourself and your inability refusal to give yourself the compliment you deserve.

"suguruuu," you whine, pelvis pushing back against his again. "please just fuck me."

he grabs hold of your hips as he straightens back up to stop your movement, fingers digging in on the plush flesh. he buries his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust, hitting your cervix in a way that has you jolting forward. your hands slam into the pillowtop of the mattress, a ragged moan ripping out of your throat.

"i want to hear you say it first." he starts pulling his hips back again until just the tip is notched in the syrupy mess of your pussy, slick dripping off his cock and onto the sheets below. another slam forward has you yelping, your mouth staying dropped open in a perfect 'o' as he hits every sensitive spot inside you at once. "say it."

"i'm be-beautiful!" you cry, hand gripping tight on his forearm. your nails dig into his skin, crescent shapes and red trails left in their wake as they drag down his arm.

suguru reaches for your elbows and drags you up, bringing your back to be smushed against his chest. he's deeper like this, pistoning his hips marginally faster. his lips rove over your neck, open mouthed kisses trailed down your skin.

"again."

"i'm beautiful!" he moves even faster, big hand coming to grasp one of your breasts, fingers rolling the nipple sending little shocks right down to your clit.

"again." his voice is rough, panting right against your ear. his hand finds your jaw again, directing your eyesight to the extended length of your body in the mirror.

"sugu-" tears roll down your cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure, that familiar coil tightening in your low belly as you watch the way he's destroying you. it comes out weak, but you give him what he wants, "i'm beautiful."

"yeah, you are." you cum hard, creaming all over him and milking him for all he's worth as he fucks you through it. "don't bad mouth my wife again."

perhaps that fleeting uncanniness was a trick of your mind, because not a singular feature of his is skewed now that you’ve drawn him closer with the tie your arms make around his heaving shoulders. suguru is the spitting image of the man you met years ago, up close and personal as he is currently, and yet—

there.

there, at the corners of his delicately lashed eyes, is where moisture is bred. impossibly dark, impossibly jarring tears— not crystalline-pure, but onyx-black— rove over suguru’s high cheekbones. the soft, smoky wings of his eyeliner that he meticulously crafts around the edges of his already foxy eyes every morning, mouth puckered in the mirror as he concentrates, crumbles apart at the hands of your warm, willing body beneath his.

the bleeding eyeliner runs a wild course, smudged into ghostly charcoal streaks that swallow the careful precision suguru has always drawn tight around himself in a veil. you could give him a heads-up about his makeup falling apart, but rallying the words is futile, overcome by the onslaught of ah-ah-ah’s that suguru’s rolling hips draw out of you.

Started as a doodle and now there's another full print

fem!reader :: fingering :: piv sex :: degrading :: satoru has a humiliation kink :: mean-ish satoru :: mdni 18+ .

the whole year.

that’s how long you’d been a complete bitch to satoru gojo.

the tall, white-haired nerd who always sat in the front row of every lecture with his thick-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose and that stupidly perfect posture like he was waiting to be called on. the one who answered every single question like he’d swallowed the textbook whole and then asked for seconds. the one who never fought back when you “accidentally” knocked his carefully color-coded notes off the desk, or called him four-eyes loud enough for half the hall to hear, or told him to move his lanky ass so you could sit wherever the hell you wanted. you’d mocked his baggy sweaters and the way he always carried too many books. laughed at how he got flustered whenever girls actually tried to talk to him. made sure he knew exactly where he stood in the social hierarchy: beneath you. always.

you’d done it for fun. because it was easy. because he never snapped or talked back. just adjusted his glasses, picked up his notes, and kept quiet with that little flush on his cheeks you always assumed was pure embarrassment.

turns out you were wrong. oh, you were so wrong.

somehow—through a late study session you only showed up to so you could steal his notes and insult his handwriting and bully him some more, through one too many mean comments, through him finally cornering you in the empty hallway after class with that weird intensity in his freaky blue eyes—it led to this.

you on your back in your own bed, shirt shoved up under your chin, bra tossed aside, panties yanked to the side and already soaked through. and satoru—glasses still on but foggy, face flushed a deep, almost drunken red, white hair a complete mess—kneeling between your spread thighs with two of his long fingers buried knuckle-deep inside you. his breathing is uneven. his pupils are blown wide behind the lenses. and the hardest, thickest cock you’ve ever seen is straining against the soft fabric of his trousers like it’s been waiting months for this exact moment.

“you’re—” he starts, voice rough and a little cracked, then has to clear his throat like the nerd he is. “you’re so wet already. is this what happens when you’re mean to people all year? you get this soaked the second someone finally touches you the way you’ve been asking for?”

you open your mouth to snap something mean—old habits die hard—but the words die in a broken little sound when he curls his fingers just right and presses the pad of his thumb to your clit in slow, deliberate circles. heat punches through your stomach. your hips jerk up without permission. where did he learn to do this shit? anyone would think he was a virgin who wouldn’t even know where your clit is.

he laughs. soft. breathless. nothing like the quiet, awkward nerd you’ve been tormenting for months. “yeah... that’s what i thought.”

he works a third finger into you even though you didn’t ask for it, stretching you open with careful, almost scientific precision—like he’d researched this and watched videos to make sure he could ruin you right if ever given the chance—watching your face the entire time like he’s taking mental notes for later when you’d ultimately ask him to fuck you again. which… lets be honest, you would.

his free hand braces beside your head on the pillow. the glasses slip a little further down his nose. he doesn’t fix them. just keeps fucking you with his fingers slow.

“i liked it, you know,” he admits, voice low as he chews on his lower lip and releases it, as if making small talk even while his fingers keep moving. “every time you called me a loser in front of people. every time you shoved past me in the hallway hard enough to make me drop my books. every time you looked at me like i was something disgusting stuck to the bottom of your shoe. it did something to me. made me hard in the middle of class more times than i can count. i’d sit there with my notebook covering my lap and just… take it. because it felt good. because it was you.”

you stare up at him, chest rising and falling too fast. “you’re serious. you’re a fucking freak. disgusting—”

“—i know,” he cuts you off and pulls his fingers out slowly, shiny and dripping, and holds them up between you so you can see the mess he made of you. then he shoves his pants down just enough to free himself. thick and flushed dark at the tip. already leaking. he strokes it once, twice, smearing precum down the length, then rubs the head through your folds, collecting slick, teasing your entrance without pushing in. “so now you’re gonna take it, right? for me?” he coos, chuckling softly. the nerdy jerk. “since you’ve been such a meanie all year… i think it’s only fair i get to use this pretty cunt however i want, wouldn’t you agree?”

“fuck you—” you groan as he pushes in slow. inch by thick inch. the stretch burns in the best way and you can’t help the sharp, punched-out inhale that leaves you. satoru’s head drops forward, forehead almost touching yours, a low broken groan spilling out of him like he’s the one being ruined and not you. his glasses fog a little at the edges from how hard he’s breathing.

“fuck— so tight. of course you’re tight. mean girls like you always are.” he bottoms out and stays there for a long moment, hips pressed flush against yours, giving you time to adjust while his thumb finds your clit again and rubs steady circles. “look at you. the same mouth that used to call me four-eyes and nerd and loser is all quiet now. just taking my cock like a slut—god,” he lets out a self deprecating laugh while his eyes bore down into yours, “i suck at this whole dirty talk thing, i hope im not too bad at it… you’re still getting off right?”

“mmph—!” the noise you made when he bottomed out answered his question.

“thought so…”

the degradation is light, almost playful, but it lands hot and sharp under your skin. heat floods your face. your walls clench hard around him and he feels it, you know because that smug little smile appears, shy and wicked at the same time.

“yeah. you like that, don’t you?” he starts moving. slow, deep thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside you, the wet sound of it obscene. “being talked to like this after spending a whole year treating me like shit. admit it.”

you dig your nails into the soft fabric of his sweater-covered shoulders and try to keep some of that mean edge, voice coming out breathier than you want. “shut up and fuck me harder, you dick. or are you too busy writing a thesis about me, huh?”

he chuckles but obeys.

hips snapping forward harder now, glasses slipping further down his nose, blue eyes locked on yours as he fucks you into the mattress with a rhythm that feels way too practiced for someone who spent the year getting bullied in lecture halls. one hand slides under your thigh and hikes it higher against his hip so he can go even deeper. the other stays between you, thumb relentless on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that make your toes curl.

“such a mean girl,” he pants against your mouth, voice breaking a little on the praise that follows. “but you’re taking me so well. look at that. soaking my cock. dripping down my damn balls every time i pull out. maybe i should thank you for all the times you were cruel. got me so ready for this. every insult just made me want to bend you over a desk and shut you up.”

you’re the one who’s supposed to be in control. the one who spent months tearing him down just because you could. but right now all you can do is moan and cling and meet every deep thrust as the nerd with the fogged-up glasses and the secret humiliation kink ruins you from the inside out. the headboard knocks softly against the wall. your sheets are a mess. his sweater is still half-on, soft under your hands.

he leans down further, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice coated in lust and leftover awkwardness all mixed together.

“be as mean as you want after this. call me four-eyes again. shove me in the hallway. i don’t care. i’ll just drag you right back here and fuck the attitude out of you until you’re this quiet and wet and needy again.”

and the worst part—the part that makes your cunt clench hard around him and a broken little sound tear out of your throat—is that you believe every single word. and you want him to.

you’d let him drag you back and fuck you into submission.

anon’s req !