#crying kink

“am I a sadist?” he thinks to himself each time, unable to pinpoint exactly what it is that makes your desperate wailing so arousing. is it the fact that you clearly feel good? or maybe it’s your pretty face? big glossy eyes, flushed cheeks, parted lips. oh how cute you are, especially when you sniffle. maybe it’s your nails digging into his back? or how damn tight you are?

actually, it’s everything.

or just you.

gojo thrusts over and over, his hand slowlyyy reaching down to rub circles on your wet clit, making your head spin.

“mm—mph! so—so muchh ‘toru!” you whine, squirming when he goes impossibly deeper.

“so pretty baby… so cute.” he praises, practically hypnotized by the sight of you fucked-out beneath him. but you barely hear him, mind fuzzy as the heat builds in your stomach once more.

he sighs, admiring your tearful and flustered expression, practically moaning as he watches your watery eyes roll back for what seemed like thousandth time.

a heavy hand rests on your forehead, the ramming of his cock just barely slowing down, “one more, baby? just wanna keep watching that cute face…”

its gonna be a lot more than “one more,”

…but you’re not complaining.

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You don’t even realize you’re shaking until Darry pins your hips with those huge, calloused hands—hands that could throw a man through a wall but are now holding you down like you’re the only thing he can’t risk hurting.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice dropping low enough to vibrate through your chest. “You’re wound up so tight I can feel your heartbeat.” You’re stomach down on the bed, taking everything he gives you- painfully. You gasp when his hips press forward again, slow, heavy, impossible. The pressure makes your whole body tense, arching up, toes curling helplessly. “Darry—” your voice cracks, embarrassingly needy, “I—I can’t—” “Yes you can.” His mouth brushes your jaw, breath hot and ragged. “You can take me. You’re already doing it.”

Your fingers claw at his sheets, nails dragging down the dark cloth. He’s too big everywhere—his hands, his chest covering your back, the weight of him pinning you, surrounding you, swallowing every thought. “Feels like I’m gonna break,” you whisper, half desperation, half plea. Darry groans, deep, low, guttural, like your words hit something primal in him. His forehead drops to your shoulder, his breath shaking, heavy and hot against your skin.

“You’re not breaking,” he growls. “You’re stretching around me. You’re opening up so damn slow it’s driving me insane.” His hand slides up your ribs, steadying you as your hips tremble. “Don’t run from it,” he whispers. “Take it.”

You whimper, turning your head so your cheek is pressed down on the bed. “Too big…” “Yeah.” His voice roughens dangerously. “I know.” He kisses down the back of your neck, messy, hungry, reverent and greedy all at once, like he’s trying to distract you from the way he’s easing deeper, inch by overwhelming inch. Your breath catches, your chest rising too fast, too shallow.

His thumb circles your hip, grounding you. “You feel so damn snug around me. Like you were made for this. For me. Your legs shake as your body protests the stretch, his hands leave your hips and move to be over your own hands. “You’re trying so hard,” he whispers against your skin, tone shifting into something darkly proud. “Look at you. Shaking under me. Holding onto me like I’m the only thing keeping you together.”

You can’t stop the sound that escapes you, something broken, needy, overwhelmed. His hand cups your cheek, forcing your gaze up to meet his. “There you go,” he praises softly, voice like warm gravel. “Let me see how much you can take.” When he pushes deeper, your breath stutters, eyes squeezing shut, But Darry catches your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip.

“Eyes on me,” he commands gently. “I want to watch exactly when you give in.” Your entire body melts under him, trembling, stretched, overwhelmed, completely at his mercy. And Darry smiles, slow, breathless, almost undone. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Good girl. You’re taking every bit of me.” He growls. “Okay…relax..” You try to relax but the second his hips push forward, you break, his cock bulldozing his way inside of you, a quiet popping sound filling the room as he bottoms out inside you.