Cry for me
꒰ genre ⤑ SMUT
꒰ warnings ⤑ husband!gojo, soft dom!gojo, sub!reader, dacryphilia, overstimulation (multiple orgasms ), !!concensual sex!! , mention of safe word, praising, pet names, hair pulling, marking, fingering, oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, penetration, creampie, cockwarming.
꒰ words count ⤑ 1.1K
꒰ A/N : hi guys, here's the first fic I'm posting on this blog. Please I will ask you to not mind my mistakes, English is not my first language. I really hope you will enjoy this fic. I'm a feedback craver, don't be shy and leave a comment xoxo - sunny
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“I can’t Satoru." you whimpered weakly.
Satoru hushed you softly stroking your thigh “you can do it baby hm?”
You shook your head whining “c’mon love, i know you can.” he looked up at you from your parted legs, his lips glistening with your essence.
You nodded hesitantly as he smirked “that’s my girl."
He dived back down, getting closer to your heat again, looking up at you one last time before connecting his lips with your glistening ones.
His hands were pinning your waist firmly to the mattress as he was laid comfortably between your weak legs. He ate you out, eyes closed as he focused on you.
Switching to your swollen clit to nibble on it making you arch your back, hands clenching desperately at the soft sheet. He sucked on it harshly ripping out a loud moan from your throat.
You were close to your release, so close your thighs started closing shakily around his head. He knew it too, at the way you were squirming.
He smirked slowly inserting two fingers at once into your wet walls. “S-Satoru oh my- fuck!” your hands found his snowy white hair pulling on the soft tresses.
“Cum for me princess.” Satoru said before kitten licking your clit, the tip of his tongue pushing you over the edge.
A wave of pleasure washed over you, making you cum hard for the third time tonight.
“oh my god!” you came all over his face and fingers, legs trembling as he stoke them gently.
”you did so well... so good for me.” he said leaving butterfly kisses on the inside of your thighs. He laid a gentle kiss on your abused clit making you hiss at the overstimulation.
Your husband caressed your sides, lips on your tummy ”so soft.“ he murmured lips traveling their way up to the top of your collarbone giving it a light bite.
“Satoru.” you moaned softly.
He painted little red and purple flowers on the sensitive skin of your neck. ”look at you.”
He pulled away admiring his masterpiece ”you look ethereal." he said making you look away shyly.
“cute.” he smiled.
“can you handle one more, darling?” he caressed your cheek gently. You stared at him hesitantly, your last orgasm too recent to confront another one.
“just one more princess, hm? ” he kissed your jawline still caressing your cheek “for me?” he whispered.
You gulped taking a deep breath before nodding making him bite his bottom lip, a smile drawing its way on his lips.
“remember the safe word?” he asked in a serious tone.
You nodded again.
"no no baby. I need words.” you smiled tiredly before replying.
“yes, I remember the safe word.” he pecked your lips “good."
Satoru got rid of his pants and boxer throwing them over the pile of clothes laying on the carpeted floor. He spread your legs making room for him to lay in between them again.
“if you want me to stop at any moment, if it’s too much, tell me and I will stop right away. I don’t want to hurt you.” he laid a tender kiss on your forehead making you smile.
“I will.”
Satoru positioned himself at your entrance “you ready my love?” he looked deep in your eyes, waiting for approval.
“yes.”
He rubbed his cock on your glistening lips teasingly.
A quiet sob escaped from your throat when he entered you slowly. You bit your bottom lip hard, eyebrows furrowed as you threw your head back at the painful yet so delicious stretch.
You whimpered as he started rolling his hips slowly.
“'Toru I-”
A loud moan passed by your lips as he suddenly snapped his hips into yours “fuck yes! right there!”
Your fingers laced into his soft white curls pulling on them tightly. He moaned the little burn turning him on even more.
You groaned , your nails digging into his muscular back forming like crescents as he hits your g-spot repeatedly.
“baby .. you feel so good! So warm and tight for me.” he moaned.
“You’re doing so so well for me princess.” he kissed you passionately taking his time to suck on the abused flesh.
"I want you to cry.. cry for me.” Satoru whispered, a soft smile adorning his lips. He looked so adorable. How was it possible? In such a moment? You shut your eyes close, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
He buried his head into the crook of your neck, one of his large hand placed on your waist holding you still, the other one holding your thigh above his hip as he reached deeper. Hitting all the places he couldn’t before, making you see stars. “fuck I’m so close!” you sobbed.
"You look so beautiful like that.” he moaned, eyes sparkling at your ruined state, tears ready to slid down your cheeks.
Satoru could have sworn he could cum at the sight in front of his eyes, your teary eyes, body covered in hickeys, love bites, you biting your lips to keep your pretty sounds to yourself.
“baby, let me hear you.” he nibbled on your earlobe, his warm breath caressing the skin of your neck.
You scratched his back as he picked up the pace, hitting you at the right spots. He took both your hands placing them at each sides of your head, intertwining your fingers together.
“'Toru, I-I’m .. ah” your voice cracked.
”I know, come for me.” he whispered pecking your lips softly.
“cum princess.” you squeezed his hand harder as you could feel the oh-so familiar knot in your stomach making you clench around him, low moans leaving his throat.
You cried out, tears sliding onto your cheeks as Satoru watched you in awe, eyes following the tear’s path down to your neck.
“fuck look at you.” he bit his lip.
“so fucking beautiful and.. ruined.” he trailed out lust laced in his voice.
You kept on tightening around him, pushing him more and more close to his own orgasm too.
"Fuck yes!” you threw your head back deep into the pillow, your fingers tightening his as you came around him.
Your little sobs made him felt lightheaded, your wet cheeks such a turn-on for him. He couldn’t hold on any longer, he whimpered as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim, your velvety walls still clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.
Satoru moaned your name loudly head dropping on your sweaty chest.
You both took deep breath to calm down, heart slowing down gradually.
You whined weakly when he moved a little to get comfortable.
“shh it’s ok, you did great..” he soothed you.
He kissed your tears away, caressing your cheeks gently "you were amazing baby. You were such a good girl for me.” he hummed softly when you caressed his scratched back.
“I love you.” he said lovingly as he nudged the bridge of his nose with yours cutely.
He stayed inside you, his body laying on top of yours.
“I love you 'Toru.” he left little kisses on the valley of your breasts as you played with his fluffy hair, before pulling him up to cuddle.
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✭ A/N : so, here's my first fic here. I hope you enjoyed reading it. have a lovely day/ sleep well :)
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[first time writing on here so please go easy on me! + english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any possible mistakes. feel free to imagine any of your favs! much love ❦ ]
"He thought some nights while watching the dark sky that you must have fell from there. That the other stars must have pushed you out for being too bright. Your light hiding theirs. He swore to fight them in revenge for you."
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The way you made him feel was terrible. He hated you, so badly. He hated your smile, your gentleness, your soft voice and what he despised the most was the way you got him to smile at you, to greet you and laugh with you. He was never the one to show such softness to someone. Yet here he was, smiling gently at you, softly holding your gaze, fondness in his usual cold eyes.
He was the harsh, punishing winter wind while you were the soft sea breeze. He was the strongest, most feared and rough man of them all, yet in your presence he felt like the most delicate and precious thing in the world. Despite his cold exterior you still got him weak with nothing else than your heart and mind. Why would you treat him like that ? How could you ? How could you stop the aching in his heart so easily ?
Really, he hated that he couldn’t hate you, that he couldn’t stop wanting you. You were home to a homeless man, you were a flag to a nationless man. You were a saint to godless man. You were the universe to him, holding every being, planet, galaxy and possibility in the palm of your hand.
He thought some nights while watching the dark sky that you must have fell from there. That the other stars must have pushed you out for being too bright. Your light hiding theirs. He swore to fight them in revenge for you.
Although, on some other occasions he confided in them, telling them about his affection in hope that maybe your sisters would whisper to you about him. He wanted to spill all of his secrets in your listening and comforting soul. He wanted so badly to succumb and indulge in you, your touch, your heart, your mind, all in hope to find his peace. He wished wholeheartedly to do so, and he hated that. He hated the way you made him feel.
His hands were tainted, he couldn’t feel you without dimming your brightness. A caress would burn you, a kiss would drown you. Yet he couldn’t live without you, he knew it was wrong, so selfish of him to want it, to want you. He knew that if he asked you to stay by his side you wouldn’t refuse. He shouldn’t ask but, oh god, he wanted to, hell, he was going to.
He hated that the cat you were killed the lion he was, that the water of the smallest puddle took down the biggest fire, that the softest breeze made his steel prison crumble and fall to the ground like some mere card castle. He hated that you took down all of his defensive, he was like a knight without his shining armor. The weaker he got, the more powerful you became. He hated the way you made him need you. But now he breathes in you like oxygen and finds himself always craving more. And he loved this feeling.
Now that he has found his saving grace there was no coming back. He loved the way you made him shine with hope. He loved this way of feeling.
Ah, he really did love you.
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