Sugu W/ Crybaby Reader Was Who Gets Emotional Reeeally Easy While He's Fucking The Life Out Of Her N

sugu w/ crybaby reader was who gets emotional reeeally easy while he's fucking the life out of her n she just wants him to hold her (i think im sick in the head i need him so bad)

“s-sugu —“

“y’cryin honey? ‘s too much f’you huh.” he giggles, pace slowing down a tad. it doesn’t help, the feeling of his intruding cock lingers in the deepest part of your sensitive cunt.

his girth stretches you out greatly, and it had taken nearly an hour of his preparation and 2 prior orgasms to get you where you are now.

you huff, geto’s hand cupping your chin forcing your big doe eyes to stare into his. your eyes glimmer with tears , the apple of your cheeks dewy with sweat and tears. your mouth gapes open slightly from the pressure of the man’s grip on your jaw , completely vunerable under his touch.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty baby.” he groans , harsh thrusts resuming with his previous pace.

“ah —“ you jolt with surprise, his body pressing on top of yours just close enough to press hot but quick kisses on the fat of your lips.

you’re quick to wrap your arms around the man’s broad shoulders, pulling him in closer to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

soft whimpers fall from your lips followed by moans, still tears cloud your pearly eyes and he notices.

“what’s wrong baby? why’re crying? tell suguru.”

“i— wan’ you to h-hold me sugu . wanna feel you closer..” you hiccup.

and just when you say it, he notices. how your body desperately cages him in, arms wrapped around his shoulder and legs holding your pelvises together tight.

“oh baby. “ he grins, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your lips before enveloping your head into his arms. “y’r too cute .” his chest presses against your plush tits, hot bodies rubbing off on eachother as he nudges himself impossibly deep into your silky cunt .

you squeal , nails clawing at his back at the feeling of his overstimulating cock. “just like that baby. so perfect f’me.” he groans, he thinks he’s going to die.

it makes him dizzy; it’s so intimate , so perfect. you were perfect.

tw: 18+ mdni, dacryphilia

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ gojo stumbles upon his newest fixation completely by accident. you're notoriously clumsy, prone to knocking things over, tripping over air, and it's something that gojo's tried hard to help you manage—steering you away from cracks on the sidewalk, saving ceramics and delicate objects from falling to the floor, but—

he can't quite figure out how to console you when you get emotional after the fact, embarrassed and flushed and apologizing over and over and over. normally, you're so composed but the way crystalline tears would flow helplessly and abundantly out of the corners of your eyes, wringing your hands and looking up at him with that glassy and hazy look in your eyes that drives him fucking crazy.

"i'm sorry," you'd babble, a flood of tears rushing down the soft apples of your cheeks, leaving behind a shiny residue. "it won't happen again."

gojo nods, at a loss for words, barely holding his sanity together.

knows he shouldn't take such pleasure in it, knows it's not right, you're trying your best, really, but when you look at him like that, what else did you expect?

when it happens again, he doesn't even have to look to know you're turning red, shoulders sagging and tears on the precipice of falling.

"such a crybaby," gojo coos, gentle and soft and doting, but the brutal and merciless pace that he was plowing into you betrayed his words, only going faster at the way you would sniffle and hiccup, overwhelmed and head going fuzzy at the edges. "don't know any better, huh?"

legs dangling over his shoulders, hands that desperately tries to ground themselves on his shoulders, and sobs that only make him harder. you gasp when gojo licks a hot stripe up your cheek, lapping up the salty streaks of your tears, and it's delicious and you think you might combust. "s—satoru! oh my god—"

"i know, baby, i know. know exactly what you need, just lie back, yeah? i'll take care of you."

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inspired by this tiktok

imagine you and satoru had gotten into an argument. it's already been at least two hours since it—satoru has seemed to move on, but you're still mad and sensitive.

both of you are in bed by now. satoru watches some reality show on the tv while you mindlessly scrolled through tiktok with your back facing him. satoru sighs, then the tv is shut off. he turns to you and attempts to speak to you.

"goodnight, sweets," he chirps, sounding as positive as he could, hoping it would show that he's moved on and that he's okay with you. "i love you."

you don't respond, not because you didn't love him, but you still weren't in the mood to speak. he knew you loved him though, right?

"i love you," he repeats louder, waiting for you to return those three words. again, no response.

he puts his hand around your waist to steady himself as he tries to take a peek at your face with a smile. "hello? i love—"

"i love you! can you stop?!" you snap, shrugging him off you and furrowing your brows at him. although you finally said it, satoru looks anything but relieved and satisfied. the grin he wore to try and make things better faded, his face falling and his eyes softening.

you turned away from him once again and he followed suit, pulling the covers up to his cheeks. he mutters, although a little muffled, "not right now you don't."

it's quiet after. the way you snapped at him and the way his expression morphed into one of hurt and his comment made you feel extremely guilty. were you being petty and holding the argument over his head? you don't even remember what you had argued about.

you quit basking in your guilt and sigh, shutting off your phone and turning over to him. you think he's asleep, but his breathing hasn't evened out. propping yourself up on one arm, you peer over at his face. your hand is on his bicep, gently rubbing up and down. he pretends to be asleep, but you know he can hear you.

"i'm sorry, 'toru. that was really mean of me. i love you so much. we can talk tomorrow, 'kay?" you whisper, placing a lingering kiss to his cheek. you give him a few more pecks as well as another apology before laying down and wrapping your arm around his waist.

you kiss his shoulder blade as you spoon him, then feel his hand run over the one on his stomach. he turns over to face you, making sure your arm never leaves its place on him. you both stare at each other for a minute, apologies being exchanged in the silence and through your eyes. satoru kisses your forehead and you lean into him a little more. he leaves one last kiss on your lips and holds you a little tighter.

"i love you, meanie."

gojo is pleased.

this really made me laugh because it’s literally like le and my friends😭 this fr like my college experience too LOLLLL

"...tell me you don't never wanna lose me."

college!gojo x baddie!reader

warning explicit sexual content 18+ minors do not interact

♡ ......never lose me (link) multi-chapter, word count: 18K+, ongoing ♡ ......summary "oh girl...they're definitely talking about you in a group chat." ♡ ......tags gojo x reader, baddie!reader, alternative universe - college/university, smoking & drinking, situationships, drama, gojo slides into your DMs, everyone is messy, typical college bullsh*t, rare pairings, reader/shoko/utahime BFF shenanigans, slightly OOC, whole lotta f*cking, instagram page stalking, highkey p*ssy 4 homework

collage made by me, photo credits to original! 💕

having a heated make out session with bakugou when he’s wearing his glasses and having to straighten them on his face after is just too good i fear. bonus points if you have to wipe your lipstick off his mouth with your thumb as he looks at you with half-lidded, lovesick eyes and a stupid lazy grin.