#manhandling

⌗ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎♡ ᶦˢ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ . . .

yandere boyfriend gojo! x virgin reader! you were at your boyfriend's place for a movie night, enjoying a cozy evening together but very nice & understanding boyfriend of yours had other plans.

[18+]tw;dubcon/noncon,sexual coercion,boundary pushing/violations,sexual entitlement,forced nudity, manhandling,distress during intimacy,fingering,pussy praise and eating,mentions of natural/unshaved pussy(and reader being kind of insecure and embarrassed about it)

"Don't you trust me?"

"I do" your voice croaked as you responded.

“Then come on, spread your legs baby” he said in a sweet voice, in the same tone when he was trying to make you skip classes, make you kiss him, or asking you to change before going out on dates.

“Come on baby, lemme take it off.”

His hands were already sliding down your thighs trying to pry them apart as you pressed them together, tighter than before.

You shook your head in disagreement.

“Toru please–”

The movie you two had been watching was still playing in the background, some dialogue and music playing softly on his laptop at the foot of the bed.

The couple onscreen was giving promises to each other of forever love, and you had been imagining you and your boyfriend in the same, getting married, having kids,growing old together with him feeling all gushy, mushy and lots and lots of affection for him.

Things had escalated after that one lazy kiss during the scene where the on screen couple was being intimate.

Instead of letting you go he had deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up inside your top, feeling your breasts and eventually he had taken it off. And you had let him, laughing how he was kissing you all over as if starved of you.

All of it felt good and you had been totally fine with it.

Until now.

It all happened too fast for you to understand as you were sent sprawling on his bed fully, with him on top as he unbuttoned your jeans and the next moment you were without it.

With him hovering over you, his half lidded blue eyes looking down at you as he coaxed you to open your legs.

His one hand had your half bare hips covered, while the other's fingers dug inside your pantie’s waistband.

A knot was starting to form in your stomach, clenched hard, slowly leading up to your chest. This was moving faster than you had expected, way faster.

You had been very clear from the starting only. In the early phase of your dating when things were still light and flirty, you had let him know that you were a virgin and quite inexperienced in that matter so you would like to take your time with it and wait.

The idea of going all the way made your stomach twist and you wanted to feel completely ready, mentally and emotionally, before taking that step.

Gojo had smiled at you then, pulled you into his lap and kissed your forehead comforting you “No rush, baby, we will take it slow” that's what he had said.

But slowly as the month's passed and you two started becoming more and more closer he had started to test your boundaries.

There were nights where he would be kissing you with his hands wandering further and further, whispering how badly he wanted you while his fingers tugged at your clothes. There also had been few times where he didn't try to hide and had straight up asked you for it, voice full of lust and hope and once or twice he had even tried to get you comfortable into doing it but every time you had tensed up and backed off for some reason.

And even though he had stopped then it was not like he had been understanding at those times. No, instead he would get snappy and irritated but he would cool down eventually and say it was fine,that he understood.

He had been patient and understanding with you… mostly, except for tonight.

You felt his fingers digging deeper at the waistband of your panties as he slowly started tugging it down. It moved easily at first, sliding over your hips, but the moment it reached your closed thighs as you clenched your legs instinctively tighter than before, shrieking at him for pulling it down, it bunched up near your knees awkwardly, followed by your shaky, teary voice of plea.

“Toru, I-I really don’t want to… please”

There was no answer from him as you begged him not to.

Instead, he kept going like he hadn’t heard you, or maybe just didn’t want to. Slowly, too patiently, he worked one knee between yours, easing your legs apart as words of refusal kept coming from you which didn't seem to fall to his ears.

A soft gasp slipped out of you when the panties finally came free, your hands immediately as soon as it was off you went flying to your mound, trying to cover the soft, dark curls between your legs. You hadn’t even shaved in weeks, maybe longer and that fact alone with the insecurity and embarassment of him seeing you like that made you go red and shout at him harder.

He finally pulled it the rest of the way down to your calves and ankles tossing them aside somewhere near on the floor with your jeans.

A chuckle rumbled through his chest as he looked at you, eyes full of lust. He caught your wrists so you couldn't hide your pussy for long, gathering them in one of his large hands and pressing them softly against your chest.

His eyes dropped between your thighs, lingering there as you squeezed your legs letting out teary whimpers.

“Baby…” he murmured, voice low and soft, like he was trying to soothe you even when he nudged your legs apart once more. “You’re so pretty down here. Why are you trying to hide from me?”

“Toru, please…” The words came out watery as tears finally spilled over, slipping down the sides of your face.

Gojo clicked his tongue softly, a quiet little tut that sounded affectionate, similar to when he was disappointed in you for skipping breakfast or reacting to some clumsy behaviour of yours.

His fingers finally moved, touching your slit. The first touch was almost feather light, just the pad of his middle finger tracing the outer edge of your slit, barely parting the folds and just wandering around the line of your closed pussy lips.

A loud, involuntary moan had escaped from your lips before you could stop it as you felt his touch on the most intimate part of yours. Your face burned with shame, the flush crawling down your neck and chest as you squeezed your eyes shut. God, had that sound really come from you?

Gojo chuckled at that, sounding really happy and content at the sound you made, the vibration of his laugh rumbling against you where his body hovered close to you. As you closed your eyes, turning your face away from him to the side, feeling way too many things to process.

Is she worried about being bushy because fuck, has she no idea how hot it is?

The thought flickered through his mind as his fingers threaded lightly through the soft, dark curls of yours. If that was what had you so shy and embarassed, you were worrying over nothing.

You felt his fingers all over your pussy, his fingers felt so different from yours when you were touching yourself, it was as if you were being touched for the first, which you were but you had thought that it wouldn't feel much different from what you did to yourself.

Oh, how wrong you had been and now even when you bit your lips sounds of pleasure couldn't help but escape your lips.

He ran his fingers over your slit a few more times, nudging your clit now and then. Each pass pulled another shaky, pretty little moan and whimpers from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to hold them back.

The pad of his finger would dip lightly between your folds, brushing near your entrance before sliding back up toward your clit in lazy, teasing circles. His touch made your hips twitch despite yourself of not wanting to.

He had been trying to get this chance for quite sometime now. You two had been dating for about an year now and he had not even fucked you!

That was the longest he had dated someone and that too without burying his cock in them. He was the guy who usually didn’t last even two dates without getting laid and then there he was almost being a celibate despite having such a fucking beautiful and perfect girlfriend.

You were a really sweet thing but too shy and anxious about your first time. When he got to know you were virgin fuck he was elated to fuck that sweet virgin pussy of yours only that you never gave him the chance. So, he had to make one for himself.

He had tried everything, lazy makeout sessions, grinding against you while kissing, telling you how hard he was and how badly he needed you but nothing, nothing worked against you.

Weren't you mean to him? Leaving him all worked after few kisses and touches, never giving him full access to you.

He had been so frustrated and pent up all this time. Nights spent jerking off in the shower after dropping you off after getting just a sweet little kiss from you, imagining how tight and warm you’d feel. How pretty you’d look stretched around his cock.

The thought of going to one of his previous dates had crossed his mind and letting his cock get what it wanted but no, his heart wanted you.

He had these feelings for you which he didn't for any other women he had being with before you and god forbid if he thought with his cock and ended up upsetting and hurting you because of that. He would be damned if he lost you because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants, he didn't wanna lose you.

So, he could only touch himself to the memories of your shy little gasps instead of going out and getting laid but today finally it was time to get what he had been waiting and sacrificing for so long.

His middle finger traced lazingly along your slit, gathering the growing wetness and spreading it over your folds. You were slowly getting wet, even when you kept crying, your pretty little protests mixed with moans as you bucked your hips forward, twitching whenever he brushed near your clit.

He had been dying to see you like this. Tired of being the 'good and understanding boyfriend.'

“You have no idea how long I have wanted this” he murmured against your skin, voice low and rough as he pressed his lips against your thighs, kissing there slowly, his mouth trailing near your pussy.

He didn’t rush though. Instead, he continued kissing the sides of your thighs almost near your pussy but too far away as his fingers kept spreading your folds open a little more. His thumb eventually joined in, brushing lightly through the dark curls above your clit, playing with the soft hair there as your brain kept getting mushier.

And you started crying harder than before, which did get his attention as your chest racked with heavy sobs as he held your wrists there.

Gojo immediately let go of your wrists. His large hands moving to cup your face instead, thumbs gently wiping at the tears sliding down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey… don’t cry, okay?” he murmured softly. “I am gonna take real good care of you as we do it, baby. I promise and look you're also enjoying yourself right? It feels good when I touch you” he continued trying to sound comforting but he was anything but that.

“I think we shouldn’t do it today. I don't want to, why are you not getting this” you choked out between sobs, fresh tears spilling over his palms. “Toru, please understand… I am not ready for this right now.”

He leaned in closer, pressing soft kisses to your wet cheek, then along your jaw as out of habit you wrapped your hands around his neck.

“If not today, then someday, right?” another kiss, this one at the corner of your mouth.

“But–” you tried to say only for him stop you by pressing his lips on your mouth, swallowing your words with it. As slowly he got up wiping your tears with his thumb, pressing a small kiss on your forehead, his broad shoulders settling between your legs once again.

Your blurry, tear-filled eyes barely had time to register what was happening as you saw his head dip lower between your parted legs.

The warm heat of his mouth pressed directly over your pussy. A sob slipped out, mixing with a helpless whimper when he took your clit gently between his lips, making you arch your back off the bed as your hands went to his lowered head for support.

Your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling, pushing, you didn’t even know anymore.

All you felt was pleasure pooling hot and heavy in your belly, fighting against the tight knot that you had felt.

“Toru…ahh–” Your voice cracked, half protest and moan.

He didn't respond immediately instead he dragged his tongue up the length of your slit in one long, slow stroke, tasting the wetness that had gathered there despite everything, on his tongue. Only after that he lifted his head up to look at your pleasure filled ruined face, your legs now wrapped around him.

"If not today then someday right? So why not today, baby?”

© darkbirdie 2026

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

yes, it was painfully obvious that your boyfriend, hugo, was huge. it wasn’t just his height that made him stand out, but the sheer size of his build. his broad shoulders, thick arms, and solid frame made it impossible to ignore just how much bigger he was compared to most people around him.

every part of him carried that strong, bulky physique, from the way his muscles stretched beneath his clothes to the natural heaviness of his body whenever he was close to you. there was no denying it—hugo was built like a wall, and honestly, who were you to complain?

not when you was put into a headlock with his thick arms.

and you loved every second of being manhandled. it wasn't just that he was big—it was that he knew exactly how to use that size to completely overwhelm you.

with his massive forearm locked securely against your throat, your head was tipped back, leaving your mouth open and your eyes rolling. you were trapped, effectively pinned between his insanely thick thighs and the mattress, completely at his mercy.

the pressure on your throat was firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who was in control. your breath came out in shallow little hitches, your pulse hammering against his forearm. he could feel every beat, every desperate flutter of your heart beneath his skin.

and he loved it.

his hips kept that relentless, heavy rhythm, each thrust sinking impossibly deep.

"fuck..." the word escaped him, guttural and raw, echoing off the headboard he was currently destroying. the metal creaked with every shove of his hips. he looked down at you—this pretty little thing beneath him, neck flushed red from his grip, thighs pinned wide open, barely able to breathe let alone speak. the contrast was almost comical.

you whimpered, and it snapped something in him. his forearm tightened just slightly against your throat as his grip on your waist crushed into the soft flesh. "can't even form words right now, can you?" he rasped, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. his voice was dark and satisfied. "good girl."

your brain turned to mush instantly. and that praise.. deep and rumbling against your ear, combined with the suffocating restriction of his arm around your throat had you floating. you couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take exactly what he was giving you.

"needy little thing," he mocked softly, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your racing pulse point. your back arched violently, thighs trembling uncontrollably, nails digging uselessly into his massive forearm. he kept fucking you through it, hitting that spot with relentless, heavy precision that dragged your climax out endlessly.

his jaw clenched tightly, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he finally came undone. his hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he filled you with his release. his fingers tightened around your throat, holding you in place as he emptied himself inside you.