PW: Unleash Your Inner Ugly Bastard! Ch. 1 (Dress Up Darling) (Patreon)

(Apologies for the wait!!!)

Dress Up Darling: Marin and Gojo have been dating for over a year now. Happily in love, wonderfully at peace, but one night Marin had a request for her loving boyfriend. "Can we pretend you''re an ugly bastard...? I... I want you to mind break me!" And Gojo, being the loving boyfriend he is tries his best. Includes: Netorare (but not really), Wholesome, Romance.

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Love was finding that special someone. The one person in the world who was your perfect match. Finding the one who would love through thick and thin, sickness, and in health, through good times and bad.

And Gojo and Marin had done just that.

They had been friends for years by now. Both attended the same college, hand in hand as they fell deeper and deeper in love with every passing day. They had been boyfriend and girlfriend for just over a year now,

And it had been amazing. The two had become fast friends, and as boyfriend and girlfriend, things had only gotten better.

They were in love. The purest, sweetest, greatest kind of love there was. Life was good, and for Gojo, he wondered if this is what his parents felt long ago… Because he truly did want to spend the rest of his life with Marin…

He held a small box in his hand. He closed it, waited a second, and then opened it again. His heart was pounding in his neck. He almost cried at the sight of it.

A ring. It gleamed in the dim light of the room as he hugged it close to his chest.

Maybe it was too early. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe, but he still wanted it. He wanted her. He wanted to marry her, and they’d live happily ever after…

Gojo closed the box again, only to open as he feared it vanishing out of nowhere. He stared at it, before he heard a knock on his door.

Tonight was date night. He and Marin were going to spend the night together. Movies. Snacks… and then…

Well, Gojo didn’t want to brag, but he and Marin had given each other their first time… and second. Third. Fourth. Many times.

There was a knock at the door and Gojo stood up. He opened the door and he felt the lips of his loving girlfriend pressed against his. Marin was there, holding him tight, showering him in love and clinging tightly to him.

Her soft, sweet lips. Her beautiful eyes, just as gorgeous with or without her contacts. Her hair. Her body… Her smile.

Everything about her, he loved…

000

The night went like so many others did in the past. They laughed, ate, and watched a few movies.

And then, to finish off the night, they made love, or at least, that was what usually happened. Marin kissed him, like how she used to, but the kiss lacked that usual spark.

“Kitagawa? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.” She smiled at him, but that smile never reached her face. His hand touched hers as they sat on the couch. They squeezed each other’s hand as the blonde sighed. “I-I’m sorry, Gojo. I know I should be honest with you, it's just… I’m sorry.”

He squeezed her hand again. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know, it's just… This isn’t really something normal couples should deal with,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. It's my fault. C-come on, let’s-”

She leaned in to kiss him, but he held her back with a single hand. There was hurt in her eyes, but he spoke firmly. He wasn’t the same meek young man he was when they first met. If it was for Marin, he’d speak clearly and direct.

And he’d ignore the twisting in his gut. “Marin, please. I’m worried about you. What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been feeling…” She bit her lower lip, and if he didn’t motion her further, he’d fear she would hurt herself. “Frustrated, lately.”

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“It’s not what happened, it's what’s… not happening,” she sighed. She opened her mouth, before she sighed and buried her face in her hands. “I hate myself… I hate… I hate that my brain is even thinking this.”

“Kitagawa, w-whatever’s wrong, I’m sure we can work through it.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. He held her tight, squeezing their bodies together as she fought back tears.

“This is so stupid,” her muffled voice confessed.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you… I always will. No matter what’s wrong, Kitagawa, I will always love you.” And he meant it. He wasn’t scared. Worried, yes, but scared? No. He trusted her. He’d do anything to help her…

And it was that pure love that finally gave Marin the strength she needed.

“You mean that…?” He nodded his head and he felt her take a deep breath, before sighing. She spoke, but her voice was so quiet he couldn’t even hear her.

“What? I’m sorry, Kitagawa, but I can’t hear you…”

“...Bastard.” His eyes widened, and he wondered if had made some kind of mistake recently. Had he hurt her? Then she repeated herself, louder this time. “I-I want to be fucked by an ugly bastard!”

She squeezed him tight, burying her face in his chest as she began to cry. “I-I want a dirty old man to fuck me, and I hate it. I-I like NTR, but I’d never do it in real life! You know that, Gojo, but sometimes I think about a big, fat old man fucking me, making me cheat on you, and… and it…” Her fingers dug into his back as she trembled against him.

“I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. I know that, and everytime I do, all I can do is hate myself. I just want it to stop…”

He squeezed her a little tighter when she tried to pull away. “Gojo, I’m sorry. I-I want you to know, I do love you. I’ll always love you, but if this is too much, I don’t blame you. I just-”

He squeezed her a little tighter. “Marin, I swear… I’ll always love you.” He  heard her quiet gasp. A small whimper. “And I’m not leaving you.” He kissed the top of her head. “We can make this work. I promise.”

“How?” she asked, and Gojo replied with the first answer he could think of.

“Well, w-what if I pretended to be an ugly bastard?” he suggested.

This time she pushed against him and he let her. The two stared into the other’s eyes as her jaw hung low.

“W-what?”

“Well, you pretend to be the characters you play. What if I pretended to be a… you know?”

“Y-you’d do that for me?” she asked, quietly. “Gojo, t-that’s… that’s nuts.”

“You taught me that being a little crazy is fun,” he smiled. “I want to do this.”

“Gojo, I…” He kissed her lips, and she melted into him. Her eyes fell shut as her arguments died…

And she jumped off the cliff with Gojo, diving into something crazy…

000

“Um, should I… undress, or…?” Marin watched as Gojo stared at her phone.

He insisted on studying his ‘character,’ and for the last few minutes he had been studying the archetypical ‘Ugly Bastards’ of various hentais and doujins through her phone.

She had a lot of saved material.

He hadn’t spoken a word for almost ten minutes now. His finger just slid against the screen of her phone, slowly working out what he needed.

Marin popped her lips. She sat on his bed, glancing around the room as she wondered if all of this was some crazy dream. She honestly wasn’t sure what to do or say, so she just waited…

And then Gojo placed her phone on the ground and looked up at her. Their eyes met and Marin saw the transformation.

It was like a caterpillar exiting a cocoon as a beautiful butterfly… Except the opposite of that. Gojo had studied the character as deeply as he could, and he peered into himself, slowly finding what it truly meant to be an ugly bastard…

He took a deep breath, and when he released it, he spoke firmly. “Your rent is due.”

“G-Gojo?”

“Your little dicked boyfriend can’t help you now.” The way he spoke was so unlike him, but Gojo knew that was what he needed to be right now.

Unlike him.

He looked deep within himself, at the part of him that was bad. Rude. Mean… And in this little fantasy of theirs, he gave it strength. He unleashed his inner Fat Bastard, and Marin’s heart raced as imagined a man with a fat gut. An ugly, almost cartoonish face. A receding hairline that made her pussy quiver… and the last touch…

Gojo unzipped his cock, revealing the only part of him that hadn’t changed in Marin’s fantasy. His glorious, thick, perfect cock.

“Your rent is due, Marin, and either you pay me what you’re owed, or we’ll have to find out another way for you to make it up to me.”

She swooned, falling onto the bed with a racing heart and eager grin. “L-like what, Mr. Landlord?”

He moved closer. Like a lion, a predator hungry for his prey. He moved close as Marin’s heart raced and she trembled where she laid. He whispered into her ear, his breath almost burning her skin.

“I want your body. Now strip out of those clothes.”

“B-but I have a boyfriend…?”

Resistance. Just like in her stories. She showed it, just for him to break. “If it's to make up for your debt, it's not really cheating, is it?” An excuse he had seen plenty of times, even if it made no sense.

Marin’s heart raced, and she felt her panties turning wet as she gave in. This fat, old man who was forcing her to have sex… Fuck, she loved it, and she loved her boyfriend for giving this to her.

“I love you.” The tiniest whisper so as not to ruin the show, and for a moment, Gojo smiled at her with nothing, but love.

Then he grabbed her arm and forced her onto her feet. She stood before him as she began to pull off her tight, pink top. She was so sweaty. She feared it would disgust him, but when her stomach was exposed, he leaned in close…

And licked her flat stomach.

“A young girl’s sweat. Delicious. Nothing better!” Gojo laughed, and Marin felt her entire body burning hot.

He was acting like a sick pervert, but when their eyes met, his gaze softened. A silent question. ‘Was that too much?’

She replied with a smile, tears in her eyes. “You horrible man,” she cooed, with love dripping from her sweet lips. “You’re a monster.”

He saw the truth behind her words, and he smiled, before he continued the game. Her clothes had fallen to the ground and she was in her underwear now, only to gasp as his hands slipped behind her back. He then grabbed her bra and tore it from her body, freeing her large breasts.

They bounced before him as Marin watched the fat man before he leaned closer. In her mind’s eye, the overweight and sexist bastard threw himself onto her, pressing his face between her tits, letting them clap and smack against his face as he motorboated her…

And she moaned loudly, throwing her head back as she wrapped her arms around him. She might have imagined an ugly bastard mauling her tits with his mouth, but the mouth she felt was Gojo’s.

God, she loved what his tongue did. How his lips squeezed her nipples. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back as she felt his teeth biting her tits. He sank them in, leaving red marks on her flesh as the ‘old man’ laughed.

“You’ve got a nice rack, babe. Tasty!” He lifted his head, pulling her breast up, before dropping it and letting it clap against her body.

“Ahh, you horny bastard! D-don’t-ahhh!” Marin felt him suckling on her tit again, before his hands groped and squeezed her plump rear, His fingers sank into her ass, kneading her firm ass cheeks, before he spanked her.

Gojo was never this rough on her… She loved it, though. To be taken by such a horrible man. Disgusting inside and out, but the best part?

Whenever she was scared, all she had to do was look him in the eyes and see the gentle gaze of the man she loved.

She loved him. She loved Gojo, and this only crystalized what was already there. She would forever love this man for all he did for her… Including, but not limited to, being her ugly bastard.

Suddenly Gojo threw her onto the bed. She gasped, laying on her back as she saw the overweight bastard stand over her, a hungry gaze in his eyes. She had to fight the smile that wanted to form on her face.

“You and that tiny-dicked bitch fuck yet?” he asked, and Marin grinned. She quickly wiped away the smile, acting in fear and horror. “N-no.”

“Good. Then I get to pop your cherry, slut.” She shuddered where she laid, her long legs gently stroking his body.

The truth was they had made love plenty of times before. That just made it all the better when Gojo pressed his hard cock against Marin’s wet pussy. He pushed forward, rubbing the bulbous head against her wet slit.

“You’re positively dripping. Maybe I’m more your type than that little bitch!” The way he spat out the word… Marin was amazed by his acting skills. She glanced at his eyes, asking if he was okay with just her gaze.

His smile softened, and his hand found hers. He gave it a gentle squeeze. Not crushing, but loving, and Marin felt tears falling down her face.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he replied, just as quiet.

And Marin tried to hit him, lightly patting his chest. “Ahh! You creep! As if someone as hot as me would ever be interested in an ugly loser like you!”

A man so disgusting that her beauty was only enhanced beside him. It was humiliating to be dominated by this man. He was sexist. He treated her so horribly, and she loved it all so much.

He stuck his cock inside of her, and Marin cried out with pleasure. Her back arched as the cock she had fallen in love with filled her once more. She felt the thick, girthy beast throbbing inside of her as her body trembled, fingers digging into his chest…

The ugly bastard knew exactly how to kiss her. His lips kissed her neck, and she moaned weakly as her vision blurred. He suckled on her neck, leaving scarlet marks on her body as his hips began to move.

He pounded her insides, filling her with more and more of his cock with each thrust as she mewled in pleasure. Marin felt her body melting from the way the cock was hammering her insides, sliding along the wet walls of her cunt, filling her womanhood with man meat.

It broke her, and just like so many sluts she had seen and read, she was broken.

“Ahh! Please, give me your cum chowder! I-I want your baby batter! Fill me with your jizz, you ugly, old bastard!” Marin squealed, wrapping her arms and legs around him and pulling him closer, pushing his entire cock inside of her.

“C-cum chowder?”

“Please!” she screamed, and Gojo quickly returned to his character, bucking his hips back and forth as he watched his girlfriend lose control like never before. Her imagination consumed her as Gojo gave her the greatest orgasm of her life yet.

She saw two men before her. The man of her perverted nightmares, and the one of her waking dream. She saw perfect, joy, happiness, and everything she could have ever wanted…

She loved him. She loved that he gave her this moment. She loved the way his eyes showed her he still loved her. She loved it all…

And Marin loved cumming with a mewling cry, feeling her tits pressed against the man’s chest, nails digging into her Gojo. Her warm pussy enveloped his cock, squeezing down around the shaft, milking him for his precious seed.

And so he came inside of her, filling her with his seed. The cum of an bastard old enough to be her dad. A fat loser who didn’t deserve her tight cunt. It was one of the most erotic, hottest moments of her life, and she loved it.

Like so many hentai girls before her, she was ruined for all other men…

Honestly, that last part was pretty appropriate.

Because she had found the one person in the world who was her perfect match. Through thick and thin, sickness, and in health, through good times and bad.

She had found the one…

“K-Kitagawa? Was I okay?” Gojo asked as Marin opened her eyes to see the perfect man before her.

“Gojo…” Tears fell down her face as she kissed his face, quietly gasping for air. “Thank you…”