Baby You're A Star
Baby You're a Star
Art in the banner by Kerravi on x!
Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader
Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation ( f) oral (m and f receiving) fingering, spit kink low-key, cum swallowing, reader is innocent DON'T read if you don't like that, mutual pining, obsessive Gojo, he can't get hard if it's not you, this whole damn chap is smut so, aftercare and feelings. A little bit of angsttt, a lil bit of cuteness, demisexual reader and pornstarr Satoru what a pair.
Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!? WC 10.6k!
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Chapter Two
“Come in.”
You shyly take him in, how fucking gorgeous Satoru Gojo looks, shirtless with just a pair of dark jeans sound low on his hips, showing that perfect body up close. You can smell the shampoo he’s used, wafting in the fancy penthouse, just standing there and staring with your lips parted.
Pull it together!
“Thank you, it’s good to see you again.” You say softly, when he shuts the door behind you with a gentle click, and you eye him now, his gorgeous eyes bright and glittery, lips quirked up.
“You sure saw a lot of me.”
“Shit.” You cover your face, and he gently eases your hands down, smiling at you, laughing just a bit.
“Where are your glasses?”
“Contacts today. Do you um, like them?”
“I do, they’re cute on you, but I do like seeing your pretty eyes better.” He’s gently cupping your face as he murmurs, you’re trembling from his touch, his proximity. “Take off your converse. Keep on the kitten socks.”
“You like these huh?” You’re feeling so comfortable already, despite your nerves, of why you’re here, how fucking bold you are, so out of your comfort zone, but it feels fucking perfect. You ease off your shoes, and he kneels, making you gasp, as he runs his fingers over the soft fleece of those socks.
“They’re so hot. Shit.”
“They a-are?” He sighs, pressing a kiss on your thigh and looking up at you then, on his knees, he can inhale your arousal, making him almost press you up on the wall and eat you then and there. He barely controls himself, knowing you’re clearly not experienced, kissing your other thigh and standing slowly.
“Very hot. Need a drink?” You nod shyly, and he takes your hand, as you cross the luxurious expanse of his beautiful home, the finest furniture everywhere, plush shag carpet that would be impossible to clean, over to his kitchen now. “Pick your poison sweets.”
“Do you have wine? I do drink that a bit.”
“Do I have wine? Psh, what vintage, what year?” He pulls open a blue lit wine fridge then, stocked full, and you blink in surprise, peering down with him.
“Nothing fancy! Goodness, I like Rose?”
“Rose it is.” Satoru opens it with ease, some fancy electric cork opener that fascinates you, just making you cuter as you study it. “It isn’t that fancy, swear, this bottle is just ten years old.”
“Isn’t that fancy then?”
“No, not really, but it’s really sweet. You’ll love it.” He leans up, as you take in the enormous kitchen, he reaches a high up cabinet, snatching up two crystal glasses, your fingers brushing the pretty black marble.
“Your home is gorgeous.”
“It better be, fucking expensive as shit.” You can’t stop the little nervous laugh, praying you don’t snort this time jesus that had been embarrassing, thanking him when he hands you a glass filled with pretty pink liquid.
“Thank you so much. Mmm!” You taste it and sigh, eyes fluttering shut as the juicy strawberries hit your tongue. “Oh it’s to die for.”
“I taste better.”
You almost spit out the wine, and he’s grinning and wiggling his brow, you take another sip for courage. “That will be burned into my brain.”
“Good, it should be. I can think of a lot of things I’d love burned into my brain right now.” He sips that wine, just a drop spilling, which you lean over to brush off with your thumb, sighing as he grabs your wrist now, pulling you impossibly close. “Images of you have been steadily fucking me up since that night.”
“So it’s not um, one sided?” He scoffs, setting down both of your glasses, walking you until your back is against the counter, his scent overtaking your sense while his touch burns you.
You wondered, was it the party, was it in your head?
No.
His touch is everything, your eyes are drawn to his, while he leans lower over you now. “One sided?”
“Well, it’s insane and… Satoru I don’t just see you as some object, please know that, we could just… talk and I’d be happy.” He pauses as you murmur nervously, looking down, biting that lip too hard.
“Think I’d mind if you used me? I’d let you use any part of my body.” You gasp, eyes wide when they go up to his now. “Think you haven’t been on my mind since I blew that smoke in your mouth?”
“I didn’t know if- mnh!” He’s pressed you against the counter now, arms barring you on either side, your breath comes so fast as he towers over you in his elegant kitchen, eyes locking on his, head falling back just so.
“I wanted to respect you, despite my very disrespectful thoughts, of everything I wanna do to you.” He’s leaning lower, cupping your face with a hand now, breath mingling as he brings your face so close, lips a mere centimeter away. “Filthy things, I’ve been thinking of.”
“O-oh y-yeah?” He can’t stop his little laugh at you, sighing and tilting his head, pressing a kiss on your lips, just a brush of them that ignites need in your body, heart and fucking soul, which you try to shove down, to focus on how good your skin feels against his.
“Precious little thing, would be so fun to ruin you. Filthy fucking thoughts. But we’ll start with this one.” He picks you up now, you cling to him, arms around his neck, as your eyes meet, and he’s holding you like it’s nothing, hands gripping your ass under your skirt, squeezing and pressing you against him. “I wanna watch your pretty face when you cum so hard you can’t think.”
“God, Satoru…” He’s kissing you again, carrying you effortlessly to his room, you can’t even look at the luxe surroundings, enwrapped in his arms, drowning in his messy, expert kisses. “Mnh!”
“The little sounds you make.” Satoru certainly doesn’t fuck girls that aren’t co-stars or in the industry, but he can’t think of any time he’s ever been this ready, this filled with need for anyone. You feel so perfect in his arms, but you look even better when he pulls up, seeing you in the center of his huge bed, pretty lips swollen from his kisses.
“I love kissing you,” at your sweet words he pauses, and you clear your throat, feeling that flush hit your cheeks, looking down at his chin, touching it gently with a finger, before slipping fingers down his throat. “Too much?”
“No, I love making out.” You smile in relief, he should say how much he loves kissing you, but he doesn’t do that, right? He doesn’t just go dating, falling in love, with his lifestyle, it would just drag a good girl like you down, it’s why he held back, but now that you’re here, he can’t prevent himself from feeling it all.
He wondered, was it in his head?
How good you tasted, felt, your scent?
It wasn’t, and it’s even more intense now, the need unfulfilled by jerking his cock to you constantly, nothing like your soft, yielding lips and body under his, your breasts so soft even as nipples press hard through that fabric. He pulls back, littering kisses down your chest, your collar bone, watching you writhe under his sure touch, his ardent mouth.
“So good, ah!” Your hands grip his blankets, sweating just slightly as he drags down your cardigan, moaning then.
“No bra?” You’re shaking your head, and he smirks now, some of that LA Satoru Pornstar showing through. “Slutty.”
You giggle, before you moan, as his kisses delve lower, and he reveals a breast fully with an unbutton and tug, sighing as he sees one of your pretty tits. “I’ve never been called that.”
“I’m always called that.” You both laugh again, it’s easy, fuck, you feel so good just being under him, his huge hand gripping your breast now, eliciting a moan. “Like me calling you slutty when you’ve been such a good girl, hmm?”
“Oh my god.” He’s chuckling again, the man knows his effect, but you can’t argue, all you can do is gasp out, as he plucks a taut nipple between two fingers.
“Perfect tits, mmm.” He’s kissing down one now, tongue lapping your nipple, tastebuds rolling over the peak, and your eyes flutter shut, tummy clenching with ache for him. “Pretty, perfect, bet all of you is.”
You’re melting under his expert touch, perfect pressure everywhere you didn’t even know you were craving. “You’re so sweet.”
“I taste sweet too. Remember?” You’re furiously blushing now, covering your face as he grins down at you. “You asked, you know, slutty, it’s proven now.”
“It is slutty,” you’re giggling before he yanks the material apart further, mouth latching on to a sensitive peak. “Mnh, Satoru!”
“Mmhmm.” He’s sucking your nipple, pulling back with a pop of his lips, trails of saliva dripping from lush lips, and your heart won’t stop hammering, hot desire shooting through you.
A girl that has to have feelings.
But you already fucking do, admitting it or not, it’s more than his beauty, it’s so much more. You don’t want to scare him off, you just want to experience this, the longing so tangible it’s eaten you alive all week. The videos of him and your friend, him and other girls, dying to know what it feels like, but the way he is with you?
It’s different.
He’s gentler, more careful, sweet, with every caress you’re getting wetter, but also you’re falling into the abyss that is him. “What all have you done before, sweetheart?”
His question brings you back to the matter at hand- experience. “I have had sex once.”
He blinks now. “Once a day?”
You snort at him, as he grins, undoing the rest of your sweater and sighing at how beautiful you are. “Silly. No, just once with my ex, but I guess it was not very good, we split up the day after.”
“Your pussy probably ruined that boy.” You’re giggling again, god it feels good, natural under him, no wonder he’s just so very popular. He makes you feel so pretty as he’s slipping up your skirt, moaning softly. “Oral?”
“No.” He pauses a bit, running his fingers up and down your slit.
“Fingering?”
“Ah!” You can’t stop the cry that escapes your lips when your sticky wetness pours against his fingertips over your panties.
“Asked a question, pretty.”
“Hard to focus.” You’re crying out again, when he eases them down your thighs, eyeing your bare, glistening cunt and almost losing it.
“God it’s perfect.”
“Oh, Satoru, you don't have to say that.” His jaw clenches a bit, eyes narrowing, those white lashes shielding just a bit of the dazzling blue.
“I mean it, I am kind of an expert, you know.” You’re flushed underneath him, so adorable as you run a hand up and down his body, feeling every strong muscle, his cock is twitching, aching to fuck into you. But he holds back a bit, spreading your thighs, hands slipping up them now. “That’s why you asked, because I’m an expert?”
“Because I’ve never felt so comfortable, so…” you trail off, looking down shyly, lashes casting dark shadows on your cheeks, from the soft light over head. “I haven’t felt so wet.”
“Fuck…” He’s running his finger up and down your slit, watching you fall apart from that damn near, thighs tensing, your eyes shooting back up to his own. “You are soaked.”
“It’s a new problem.” He grins again, cocky and self sure, but there’s something to that smile, you try to pin it down but soon he’s thumbing your clit, and you’re gushing further down his hand, dripping onto his bed. “Oh!”
“You touch yourself?” You nod, covering your face again. “Show me.”
“Show you?” He nods, easing back and gently pulling your hand off your face, until your fingers are kissed so sensually, and he puts it down to your pussy, enjoying the color spreading across your cheeks. “Like now!?”
“It’s how I’ll know what you like. Women please themselves better than most men do, so I avidly study. Are you a clitoral girl, a g spot girl? Penetration, friction?”
“It’s like a science to you huh?” You’re fascinated, but not as fascinated as Satoru Gojo is when he’s watching your tiny little fingers part your plump folds, pressing up to find your little clit. The action is sexier than anything he’s seen, and he’s seen so many lewd, wanton things, but this?
God you’re just art.
How your lips part, brows together in concentration, as his hands press into the plush of your thighs, blue eyes drawn right to your slick cunt, drooling wetness out of your little hole. He’s barely hanging on by a thread, a man of his experience and profession, decimated by the pretty girl tentatively rubbing her clit for him, in nothing but a little skirt shoved up her hips, that sweater laid out under her.
“Mnh!” Your quiet little moan elicits something feral, he tries to remain calm on the outside, give you a smirk, as he leans down, pressing a kiss on your inner knee, feeling you tremble underneath him.
“So you like your clit played with?” His husky words just make you wetter, more sensitive, as you play with yourself spread wide for this man.
“Y-yes.” Your little nod is met with a gasp, as you look at his fingers, slipping slowly up.
“Can you cum from it?”
“Usually… the wand…” He kisses higher up your thigh, watching as you get so wet you’re slippery, fingers slipping as he watches you avidly, watches the way you’re shifting, tilts his head to see where you’re pressing.
“She’s probably tiny and hard to get. Allow me?”
“Yes sir.” He chuckles at that, taking his thumb and pressing up, hitting your clit so good you can’t take it. “Oh! Oh my god…”
“She’s very tiny. But that’s good, easily stimulated,” Satoru’s murmuring now, touching your slick, bare cunt, making him die to taste you, pressing the quivering little clit while you cling to his wrist, whining out. “You like that, sweets?”
All you can manage is a nod, as he brings you to the edge, pleasure filling you, the sighs mixing with the sounds of your slick cunt clicking in his room, echoing and making it even more lewd, wild, while you let the man you hardly know touch you. Fuck you want him to, as he presses up harder, and you’re gripping his forearm, feeling those muscles tense as he works you.
“Satoru!” He moans softly, god he loves how you say his name.
“Ready for a finger inside you? Bet you’re so tight.” You nod nervously, when he slips his middle finger in then, so long it’s insane, making you gasp out, as he exhales, moaning out softly with you. “Knew it, so tight, but… here’s a spot baby.”
He curls his finger just so, and you’re gasping for a breath, while his thumb still presses your clit, your body writhing as he builds pressure. You are so tight, he’s questioning how much work up you’d need for his cock, but he’s sure it’d be worth it, to stretch this perfect little cunt out. He swipes back a little drop of drool off your lips when your back arches off the bed, tits begging for his kisses.
You realize then, it’s not just his skill, how good his thick finger feels inside of you, how beautiful his lidded eyes are, it’s the energy emitting from his being, with every exhale, how he looks at you underneath him. You gasp as he hits a spot deep inside your slick walls, making you see white hot stars for just a moment, soft cry escaping your lips, you’re so wet you can hear it, the squelching of your cunt so loud in his penthouse.
But it’s not just how good it feels, you know it’s something more, how Satoru looks at you like you’re the prettiest thing there is, like you’re all there is. His other hand strokes your hair back, as your thigh hitches up over his hip, allowing him to sink deeper with an impossibly long finger now. The way he feels, his weight on you, everything about him overwhelming all your senses.
“Look at you, fuck…” His soft murmur causes his hot breath to brush your lips, you taste just how sweet he is, your hands gripping his chest, as your eyes roll back with how his fingers hit. “There you go, feel her pulsing around me, can you take two, sweetheart?”
“They’re so thick…” He chuckles now, cocky in his little grin, pulling one out to suck it off, and your throat goes dry, seeing his cheeks hollow, and his own eyes fluttering shut as he moans.
“It tastes so sweet, god.” He sucks his other clean finger, tapping your thigh now. “Relax, if you can’t we’ll go back to one, okay?”
“Y-yes.” You’re so cute laid under him, the little squeak when he slips two into your tight little cunt making him chuckle. “You’re laughing at me.”
“You’re so adorable. Sorry.” He’s smiling at your half assed little glare, but you’re all flustered, your cheeks heated to the touch when he presses his lips on one, sinking both fingers in now, making you cry out at the stretch. “Loosen up, sweets, relax. Just feel it.”
Just feel.
But you feel too much.
Fuck.
You nod as he leans up, dying to yank his lips down on yours, craving the connection even as he eases you to relax, to take more of him, and when you do, when you’re that full, your moans get throatier, cunt slicker. He exhales as he feels it, as he watches you, easing back to shove that skirt higher up, to look at your little hole sucking him in so greedily.
“God I wanna bury my fucking face in her, can I?” Your lips part in a gasp, when he’s laying prone between your thighs, easing his fingers out to spread your lips, watching your little hole wink and twitch as it leaks more of your arousal out of it.
“Y-you do?” He smirks now, soft tousled hair falling over his brow, you brush it back then, making him even harder, cock twitching in response to that, as he inhales your scent.
“I would die to have you cum all over my face, drown me in it.” How is he. He’s insane and ruining you. “Your cunt is even fucking cute.”
“How can it be cute!?” He’s chuckling again, breathing against you, and yours comes faster, breasts rising and falling in your open sweater.
“They can be cute, especially yours.” He smacks a kiss on it - ‘muah’ making you giggle then, instantly relaxing, as you realize…
You trust him.
He’s a stranger, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like you’ve known this insane man forever, exhaling and spreading your thighs more, he notices the action, you relaxing under his palms, earning more of him dying to enter you. But he has this feeling, that once he does?
You’ll fucking ruin him.
Your taste alone is sweeter than any wine he’s had, the most corny shit he should not come up with in his sex addled mind, but you make him think of more, of every reaction of your pretty body. How you cry out, your sighs, the way your hips shift now, your little hands gripping his shoulders, nails pressing in, making him vividly picture how good it’ll feel when they’re raking down his back.
“You want it, hmm sweets?” He asks again, kissing higher, sighing as he nears you, feels your heat against his face. You nod then, shyly, and he leans up a bit, pressing one more kiss over your hood, chin brushing your needy little clit. “I need explicit consent, enthusiastic consent before we go further.”
Fuck he’s perfect.
You’re playing a dangerous game, you already feel yourself falling into the unreal swirling blue storms of the eyes looking up at you, from between your thighs. Your hands relax then, cupping his cheek, which he presses a kiss on your palm, and you decide any of him is worth it, how badly he makes you need him, how willingly your body is ready to respond, your heart needs to stay in its chest.
“Yes, I would love you to, please.” Your words end him, sweeter from your lips than he could imagine, and with that he doesn’t just lick you, no, Satoru Gojo devours you then and there. “Ah! S-Satoru!”
“Mnh…” He’s buried his face against your pretty pussy, and fuck he’s ruined further just from it, from sweet arousal seeping into his tastebuds, as he dives that tongue in your pulsing little hole. You’re tensing under him, tummy trembling when he presses down on it, making his next stroke so intense you start to fall apart under him, hands yanking his silky locks.
You taste sweeter than anything.
And fuck if Satoru Gojo doesn’t have one hell of a sweet tooth.
The way he devours you then is surreal, you’re clinging to his hair just to grasp the earth, his hungry moans vibrating your sensitive clit as he flicks his tongue up to it, sucking it in his hot mouth, making your toes curl under those socks, the sensations so overwhelming, and he’s just getting started. He’s got that smug look in his blue eyes when he glances up at you.
Your taste is something he can’t describe, Satoru loves eating pussy, but fuck if you’re not an entire delicacy, spread just for him. Some possessive, psychotic instinct takes over then, knowing he’s the first to kiss your pussy, lap you up, having you pull his hair so hard it hurts, as he presses his cock against the mattress. Why is he so fucking feral over you?
Every insane fucking instinct kicks in while he slathers your cunt with his saliva, his tongue lapping up your juices, and god there’s so much. You’re soaking his face, manicured nails pressing against his scalp, while you scream out hoarsely. Your moans and little cries just make it more intense for him, when he’s flicking his tongue just so, making you writhe under him.
He grabs at your hips, dragging you more impossibly on his face, and sucks on your clit, hard, making you jolt and moan his name now, your body arching off the bed. Satoru is relentless, his tongue flicking and circling, his teeth grazing, and it’s driving you wild, making you want to grab him and push him deeper, grind against his face. But you hold back, biting your lip, your hands tight in his hair as he devours you.
“You can fuck my face till you cum, don’t hold back.” His whisper is met with a lewd kiss on your clit, grinning against you now, you feel every line of those straight white teeth on your sensitive cunt.
“I c-can’t do that!”
“Yeah you can. Use my face till you get off.” You’re blinking in confusion, even when he’s literally been with so many women, you can’t help but feel special, how he looks at you then.
“You sure?” He nods, and you yank him against you then, to his satisfied moan, hips arching up to fuck his pretty, perfect face now, grinding on his long, talented tongue, as he continues to fucking ruin you with each stroke. “M’cumming!”
He just moans, as you can feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that’s going to shatter you, hitting your tummy and making it clench, the heat spreading while he works you so good, like he knows your body better than you do. And then he does it, he pushes his long tongue inside you, curling it just so and pressing on your gummy walls.
At the sensation your hips pause, his nose bumping your twitchy little clit, and you cum so hard you’re blinded, your body shaking as you scream out, so loud it should embarrass you, but he’s loving it all. Your cunt squeezing and spasming around his tongue, pussy pulsing with the force of your climax. He groans into you, the vibrations sending aftershocks through your body now.
“Oh my god, oh my f-fucking… Satoru!” You’re pushing at him now, when he flicks his tongue back on that clit, making you clench around nothing now, struggling as he pushes you into another fucking orgasm. “S-sensitive!”
“Good.” His first word since drinking you up. “Messy, slutty little cunt, she loves it huh?” He’s damn near talking to your cunt now, smacking another messy kiss along it, face glistening with you, making you flush. “Can you cum one more time?”
“It’s a lot I…”
“You can, hmm? C’mon, one more f’me, pretty please.” You manage a shaky breath, nodding while he sinks a finger into your pulsing hole.
“Oh! Mnh!” You’re reduced to noises, words can’t be formed when he curls his finger just so in your messy cunt now, pressing up and hitting the sweetest pressure, your hands grip his blankets until they crumple underneath your hands, as he pushes you once more, this time more intense. “Cumming, cumming!”
“Mhmm.” He just moans that, watching you with dilated blue eyes that appear almost black, curling a long finger so deep you shatter, weak and dazed as you come down from the high, blinking away stars.
“Holy fuck… what the…” He’s sighing now, easing his finger from your tight little cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs, as you brush back his hair, trying to catch your breath. “You’re better than any vibrator my god.”
“Of course I am.” He’s grinning, when you swipe off your slick, embarrassed and flustered. “You’re so messy baby.”
“I’m so sorry! I’ve never done all this!” You lean up on your elbows, looking at the wet spot under you, drooling across your thighs, and all over his lips and chin.
“It’s sexy, stop it.” He leans over you now, you gasp as his hot heavy length presses against you under his pants, taking several shaky breaths, eyeing his lips.
“Can you kiss me again?” Your whisper is raw and vulnerable, you’re trembling under him, as he leans closer. “Sorry I just need it.”
“Of course, you should taste yourself.” He slams his lips down, the charge between you both unreal, you’re drinking yourself off him, thighs pressing against his hips now. Your hands slip up his strong back, feeling how hot his skin is, while his tongue delves into your mouth, and you taste your sweetness.
“Thank you.” Your little whisper ends him then, between smacks of kisses between you two, he should be thanking you for letting him, since when has he thought that way? “God, fuck that was intense.”
“You came pretty easy for me, you know.”
“Oh!” He’s grinning and wiggling his brows, and for a moment it feels too natural, too easy to be under him, making you both pause.
This was what he did for a living.
He’s certainly having fun, but you can’t get too confused.
“What else would you like to do? Are you sure you’re ready for it all?” His intent makes you so nervous.
“I wanted to suck you? Is that okay?” Satoru’s cock hurts so bad it takes everything to hold himself back, from grabbing your pretty face and fucking it, stretching that little throat out. He thinks he’s dreaming, swathed in your taste, your scent, brushing your now messy hair back gently.
“Is that okay? Fuck yes.” You giggle now, as he helps you sit up, switching positions and lying on his back now. You are almost naked, the skirt still on along with your kneesocks - those kittens, so cute he thinks - something so seductive about you keeping them on as you get on your knees.
“He’s very pretty. Is that weird to say?” He shakes his head, letting you unbutton his pants now, watching you avidly, your hair falling to the side, just over one breast, which he puts back over your shoulder now. He watches you shiver from the contact, goosebumps on your breasts.
“He’s very pretty, I already know this.” You roll your eyes a bit at him, but his laughter dies when his cock is free, and he’s helping you take the rest of his boxers off his slim, long legs. “Blushing again?”
“It’s bigger in person!? How.” He’s just beaming, you’re sure this is merely stroking his enormous ego, but you can’t help it.
“The camera subtracts two inches.”
“Does it now?” You’re leaning down, hair brushing his thighs as your tiny hand wraps his thick, massive cock, tracing a pale blue vein under taut skin, watching as he jerks, whining out softly. “Is that okay?”
“God yes…” He’s swallowing now, it was easy to be conceited eating you out, but he’s a fucking mess when you barely touch him. He shuts his eyes, trying to pull himself together, he’s supposed to teach you, not get flustered like some damn virgin, about to bust from a touch. “Have you jerked one?” You shake your head. “I’m so confused, how did you have sex at all?”
“He just put it in, and it hurt.” Satoru frowns now, seeing the expression on your face.
“You can’t just put it in, you’re stupid - ah - tight.” You’re stroking a bit, laying down now, breaths against him.
“Two virgins I guess we sucked.” You muse softly, sighing a bit. “But you’re… much, much bigger.”
“Well I wouldn’t hurt you. Okay?” You nod then, smiling because you already know, pressing the flat of your tongue to his slit, making him whimper, the sound has you pause, as you taste him, sticky precum coating your tongue.
“You are yummy.” Satoru can’t take it then, yanking you up and making you gasp, pinning you beneath him. “Satoru, let me suck it please?”
“I can’t take it.” He kisses his taste off you, drool pooling in your mouth as he hastily unzips your skirt. “I’ll bust quick.”
“How? I’ve watched you, and your stamina-”
“No stamina right now. Shit stamina.” He’s kissing you again, and something shifts, hungry and desperate, overwhelming your senses, filled with him. Your hands grip his obliques, feeling them tense as he moves, as he breathes with you. “Let me have you cum again.”
“I wanted to make you cum.” Your soft whisper elicits a low growl from him, as he clutches you so tightly you almost can’t breathe, wondering just what the fuck you’re making him into. “If it’s fast won’t that mean I’m doing good?”
“That’s one way to look at it - ah!” You’re touching him between your bodies, stroking him again, watching how his lips part, his jaw clenched, muscles so tense his arms are shaking. “Shit, okay.”
He stands now, as you’re on your knees, brushing your hair into a ponytail and holding it there, pulling just a bit as he touches your cheek. “Tell me what to do?”
“Open.” His soft command is husky, reverberating through you, as you do just that, forward on your hands and knees, as he slips the tip of his cock against your open lips, painting the precum along them like the prettiest gloss. “Fuck…”
You stay open, god you’re a good girl, aren’t you?
“That’s it, use your tongue sweetheart- f-fuck…” As you do just that, and his cock fills your mouth, Satoru loses his tentative control, pulling your hair so hard you cry out just a bit. “Shit, you okay?”
You pull back with a pop, looking up at him with dilated eyes, lidded and full of desire. “I’m good, I um… liked it.”
He pulls it again, pricking pain that makes your cunt impossibly wet again, as you suck him in, trying to remember what you’ve seen before. Satoru’s moving now, sucking in a breath when he sinks deep in your throat, feeling you gag around it, he has to pause his thrusts, exhaling.
“Relax the throat, just like that, such a good girl, aren’t you?” You’re whining out, pressing your thighs together as you suck up and down his length, so long he makes you choke, tensing. “Breathe through the nose, there you go.”
You’re listening so perfectly, would you listen to anything he said?
Satoru’s never been one for too much bdsm, but fuck if you don’t elicit every goddamn thought of anything he’s seen. Tying you up, blindfolding you, making you cum until you faint from it, waking you up and doing it again. He struggles to cling to any sense of composure as you shut your eyes, nostrils flaring a bit, sucking him in so deep inside your tight throat, squeezing him.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good, look at you. Sucking him so deep, can you bottom out?” You try to concentrate, relaxing your throat, nodding just a bit, and Satoru can feel the bulge of his cock in your delicate throat as he brushes his hand along it, sighing at how goddamn sexy you are.
His abdomen flexes, the muscles taut and defined as his hips move, as his cock pulses in that tight chamber, gripping him and making him think just how perfect your pussy will feel. The thoughts of it have him fucking your face harder, faster, as you reach down, touching yourself, unable to take it, balancing on one arm now.
“Gotta touch your pussy again, love my cock so much?” This isn’t Satoru’s ‘pornstar voice’ no, it’s husky, desperate, broken, as he feels you pushing him closer and closer with each suck, flick, gag, god when you gag it feels so good, so much he wants to keep causing it.
You’re slipping two little fingers in your slick hole, they slip in easily which has never really happened before, but how can it not when Satoru had stretched you with one of his long, thick fingers? Something is heady when you look up at him under your lashes, hitting your own spot, whining and choking on his cock, watching the flush of his cheekbones, feeling him tense.
You feel so much, more than just sucking a beautiful cock, the intensity and care of him fucking your throat means too much, how he’s delicate, careful, holding back. You see it in his tense body, you feel him shaking, holding back so he doesn’t hurt you, testing just what you like. And you want to please him, god you do, you want him feeling just a bit of what he just gave you.
Satoru’s breaths themselves are pornographic, heavy and stuttering, his words broken as he fucks your face so goddamn good, you’re pumping your fingers in quicker, but god nothing felt like his. Long and thick, compared to yours, so short and not hitting a goddamn thing, squishing and clicking, along with the sound of your suction, slobbering all down Satoru’s length now.
“You’re so good, d-didn’t need a lesson, for shit- ah! Mmm!” He’s louder than you expected, in the clips you watched he was a little more quiet, he’s so loud and vocal while he thrusts, pausing then, pulling back, letting you take a dizzy breath.
“You like it?” Your whisper ends him, he shakes his head.
“Like it no.” That wasn’t a good word for whatever your innocent mouth is doing to him, he’s had the most practiced girls, he’s had multiple sucking him at once, as he came all over their faces, crossed eyes and tongues sticking out. But nothing is like your nervous little look, as he grabs your hand now, yanking it off you.
“Ah!” You’re gasping as he sucks your cunt off them, moaning as he does, making your jaw drop.
“I’m about to cum, where do you want it?” You turn into a flustered mess when he releases your spit soaked fingers.
“Wanna taste you.” Your answer has him desperate, he’s pressing your lips open again, cock shoving deep, you moan around him, pushing Satoru over that ledge.
“Wanna swallow all my cum, like a good girl?” He knows what that does, it’s so clear, and you manage a nod, when he fucks your face faster and faster, hands gripping your face delicately for as hard as he’s going. “Ready baby?”
You merely whine out, shaking as you feel him pulse in your throat, he pulls back, and then you feel it, hot and sticky, so much cum, ropes of it pouring in your mouth now, as Satoru whimpers again. This time you know it’s different from what you heard, his usual moans, looking up to see his eyes fluttering shut, his hands gripping your face harder as he keeps filling your mouth.
You swallow him all down, he is sweet, just a tiny bit bitter, but flooding your senses as your hands grip his thighs, and you suck him all down, every rope of white cum filling your throat and now your tummy. You’re so full, sucking more and more, until he’s sensitive, gasping.
“F-fuck, god, I’ve… you…” He can’t form a word, as an innocent, nerdy little thing has destroyed him, made him into a whimpering fucking mess.
How the fuck.
He eases back, and tilts your chin up, as your hands slip up his abdomen, brushing the soft white hair above his still hard cock. “Lemme see, did you swallow it all?”
You nod, opening as he guides your jaw, and he sees your pink tongue, your mouth devoid of his cum aside from some that had spilled on the corner of your mouth. Satoru exhales, swiping at it now.
“Want more of me?”
“Yes.” It’s instant, you don’t even think of it.
“Then open again.” You do just that, when Satoru spits right down into your open mouth, lewd and filthy, the saliva stringing down until it hits your tongue. “Swallow.”
You gulp him down, as his hand wraps your pretty throat, and he can’t stand it then, a cock that’s cum twice today won’t go away, it’s coming back if anything at how debauched he’s made you. How obedient you are, looking at him in shock, wiping at your lips, cheeks tinged with color.
“Pretty fucked out little doll.” You whine out as he kisses you again, craving his lips more than anything, the way you feel in his arms, as he presses you against his hard body. “Are you sure you’ve never done it?”
“Y-yes, um… you’re very sweet.”
God. Ruining him.
You’re ruining him.
He’s kissing you again and again as his phone goes off, he smacks at it, scowling, mouth back over yours, tits squished in his huge hands. His cock is hot and heavy against your thigh when it’s going off again, he sighs, leaning up and peering over at it on the nightstand.
“Manager, shit.”
“It’s fine, go ahead Satoru.” You whisper, stroking his cheek now, he moans and kisses you again, before leaning up now.
“Yep.” He answers, still running his hands down your tits, your nipples, eliciting cries you try to bite back, much to his pleasure. “Yeah I know I just… have wanted to do solo for a bit.”
You’re trying not to listen in, caressing a bicep, feeling just how strong and cut he is, while he smiles down at you. You hear the manager’s voice, and watch Satoru roll those baby blues, sighing now, sitting up a bit. You go to do so as well, but he gently pushes you down, shaking his head.
“I don’t wanna do the gang bang, too many dicks.” You can’t stop the little laugh, and Satoru smirks at you, pressing a little kiss to your collarbone. “You’re gonna scare my friend off. Yeah I have friends, the fuck?”
Satoru continues the conversation, still kissing on you, something you didn’t know how badly you needed or craved after doing so much with him, god his cum is inside you, along with his spit. Imagining him just… leaving you… or sending you home after he came was a big fear, and what you expected, but the fact that he’s so touchy is making you feel even more comfortable.
It’s like you’ve known him.
Since you met him you felt that way, your heart aches at his cute, almost boyish grin, while he keeps speaking. “Fine, I’ll do the shoot if it’s that much money, but I swear I’m tired of Sukuna lately. And Toji? Ugh. Fine, fine then.” He hangs up his phone, and you bite that lip, making him gently tug it. “I hate gang bangs.”
“That’s not something I thought I’d hear from anyone?” He tosses his phone aside, kissing up the side of your neck, making it tickle. “You have a shoot?”
“Yeah, I avoided them all week.” He pauses then, not wanting to say why, surely you don’t… feel anything other than pleasure, right? And if so, you’re a good girl - what if this life hurt you?
“Why are you avoiding it?”
Satoru sighs, kissing up to your ear, dying to say it - you.
But that’s fucking insane.
“I get a little exhausted sometimes from it all, I figured I’d focus on the OF.” He leans up, brushing fingers across your cheeks, still hot to the touch, your gaze affixed on his collarbone now. “I really hate working with Toji and Sukuna. Suguru is fine, we’re so close I guess. But those two are so annoying. And one girl, four dicks? Dicks touching, balls touching.”
“Oh god.” You’re nervously laughing as he does. “So why do it?”
“It’s my job, I can’t keep turning em all down, already got my manager angry as fuck clearly.” He sighs now, because he can’t even fathom having a girl under him, it’s like you’ve done something.
“So a gang bang.”
“Yep. Ugh. Let’s not talk about it.” He’s kissing you again, and you can’t help but again feel envious of anyone that gets him, and you damn sure should not think this fucking way. “Do you want more?”
“I think maybe a pause. Because that was a lot. I’m a little worn out.”
“Amateur.”
“I’m not a pornstar!” You shove at him playfully and he laughs again, but this time you feel it, the tension, his hand gripping yours gently, warm and wrapped around your little wrist, as it rests on his chest.
“There are amateur pornstars you know.”
“Well that certainly couldn’t be me. I don’t think I’d let so many people see me naked- not that I mind that you do! Did that seem judgy!? Shit-”
“Shh. No, you’re just you, and that’s okay.” You heave a breath of relief, hoping he would never think you’d judge him, as you fall deeper into that gaze. “So when is your next lesson, student?”
“Student!” You can’t stop the blush, the giggle, that makes him die for you over and over, when the door opens. “Oh!”
“I forgot to mention, I share the penthouse with Suguru.” He quickly buttons your cardigan, as you slip on your skirt, and the two of you hear kisses and soft moans, Satoru steps out curiously, literally still naked. “Oh, hey Mandy.”
“Gojo!” Suguru is kissing down a pretty girl's neck as Satoru leans in his doorway, dick just out like he couldn’t care less, and you step up behind him, earning Suguru’s curious gaze.
“It’s the pretty girl from the party.” He smiles, as the girl - Mandy, you guess - looks at you as well, and you recognize her.
“Oh it’s Jenna’s friend, hi.” You wave and she giggles, bouncing over to you, while Suguru takes his jacket and shoes off. She gives Satoru a kiss on the cheek, then takes your hand. “You take the best pictures of her, oh my god!”
“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” Satoru finally goes to slip on his jeans, giving you all a good look at his little round ass, as he slips them up over them. “She told you I took those?”
“She did. Hey, I’d pay good money for a shoot.”
“Oh, I don’t do it professionally…” Satoru comes back now, a hand at the small of your back.
“You took those of Jenna?” You nod now. “Shit they look pro.”
“There are always side hustles love.” Suguru says now, holding a hand out to you, and you put your much smaller one in his, as he brings it to his lips. “We didn’t officially meet. Suguru Geto.”
You give him your name shyly, and then he’s dragging Mandy to his room, as she waves at you now. “If you change your mind, let me know!”
“I will.” You’re fidgeting a bit as they shut the door, laughter echoing through Satoru - and Suguru’s - penthouse. “A co-star?”
“She’s mainly Suguru’s co-star, but I’ve joined in. That is about as close to dating as he gets I think.” There it is, the word - dating. He clears his throat then, tilting your chin up. “Seriously, those pictures are so good. I didn’t know you took them.”
“Jenna is just beautiful, it’s easy.” Satoru frowns, watching you look down nervously.
“I mean lighting, angles baby, that shit matters in the industry. You said you did graphic design?” You nod. “Not too far off art in general, and bodies are art.”
“You think bodies are art?” Satoru leans down now, one hand on either side of you.
“Yours sure is.” His words do too much damage, words you die to hear from his perfect lips, but here you are - falling - when you know damn well you can’t.
“You’re way too nice.”
“I am not even. I told you I’m an expert.” He grabs your waist now, and you can’t stop your heart from racing, from feeling too much, for a man that apparently will be having a whole gang bang tomorrow. No, you have to keep this separated, you got pleasure, he did, and that’s okay.
Right?
Get out of your head!
“Let’s get you something to eat, bet you forgot hmm? You’re all shaky.”
“You notice a lot.”
“I like to pay attention,”
He’s perfect, aside from… his job is to fuck people.
Shit stop caring!
“Let me heat you up something, come on.” You follow him into the kitchen, hearing the moans and cries, and Satoru smirks as he peeks at his phone. “They’re really on cam right now.”
“Oh!”
“Wanna see?”
“No, no. No way.” Satoru turns on the microwave, leaning on the counter, eyes raking over your body slowly, you feel it like a caress.
“Only watch me, hmm? I’m so special?” His lips turn up, and he’s teasing, but you almost say yes, he is, holding it back nervously.
“Maybe you are.” You want to seem teasing, fun, but your voice is just soft and nervous, Satoru’s lips part, as if to speak, then the microwave beeps. “You don’t have to feed me, Satoru.”
“Yes I do. It’s nothing, I have a million of these meals, and they’re full of protein- you need that after sex you know. Sit.” You sit up on the bar stool now, as he places the little meal in front of you, then turns to the fridge, to give you the best view of this man’s back.
God it’s sexy, the curve of his spine, the dimples in his lower back, the bulging muscles so defined, your mouth goes dry for a moment. He pulls out a water bottle, before going over to one of those pretty white cabinets, pristinely clean for two bachelors living here you notice. He takes a little packet, smiling at you as he tears it now, pouring it in.
“Electrolytes, for the waterfall.”
“Oh god.” You’re covering your face as he laughs, the sound is so nice, it’s too nice, how thoughtful he is, when he shakes up the bottle and hands it to you.
“It’s hot, stop. Eat.”
After eating as much as you could, and drinking most of the bottle he’s mixed up, Satoru has you in the bathroom, tenderly helping you clean up, fixing your outfit while you’re waiting on your ride. He is by far the sweetest guy you’ve met, careful when he wipes you up in places that make you blush, then tackling your hair with a flat black brush.
Satoru’s brushing your hair gently, you see him towering over you, behind you in the reflection, so careful as he slips that brush through your messy hair, so relaxing you almost fall asleep. “You’re spoiling me.”
“This isn’t spoiling, sweetheart.” God the thought of spoiling you fucks him up. Images of fucking you in just some diamond body chain, and nothing else, brings the cock he’s trying to calm down get hard all over again. “Aftercare is important.”
“I see this. You do… for your co-stars?”
“Of course I always make sure they’re cleaned up and okay, but especially for you and not being so experienced. I imagine you didn’t get that with your ex?” You shake your head a bit.
“I thought we were in love, after that I really closed off. But no he was sweet it was like we both were a little too sheltered, and then that kind of cinched it, that we weren’t compatible. Do you think everyone can be physically compatible?” Satoru purses his lips then, shaking his head.
“I can make anyone cum, because I know how, but,” his hand puts down the brush, now he’s eyeing you in the fancy gilded mirror, brushing your hair over your shoulders, studying your pretty face. “I don’t think everyone ‘vibes’ if that makes any sense.”
“It does, actually.” Was that it, you two mesh well? Not whatever fantastical ideas run rampant in your addled mind? When he rests his chin on your head now, holding you, you try to remember, Satoru is sweet, he does this with his costars. He’s just a good guy who knows women.
It can’t be more.
While Satoru remembers that he could not ever be good for a girl like you, and he shouldn’t even let this happen, because you’re fucking his brain up. The thought of fucking anyone makes him cringe, god all he wants to do is bury his face between your thighs again, keep having you cum. He’s got to remember you trust him to show you things, and that’s all it needs to be.
He has a career he loves, right?
His hands slip further down your body, your breaths quicken, his big hand splayed on your tugged cardigan. “You really are art.”
“Satoru, the things you say- mnh!” He’s lost now, cupping you between your thighs again, as he presses you against the counter, eyes so bright with those shrunken pupils, as you feel fingers glide against your panties again. Your eyes roll back, head falling against his chest.
“Let me have you cum one more time before your car gets here?” You weakly nod, how can you not, and he moans, bending low so he can slip your panties to the side, fingering you with two, you try to cover your cry, and he yanks your hand off your mouth. “Wanna watch that pretty face.”
You’re so fucked.
He has you gushing down his fingers, making a mess all down thick knuckles, hasty and quick in the bathroom, as his lips touch the shell of your ear. “I can’t wait to sink my cock so deep in this perfect cunt.”
“Ah! Satoru… ngh…” You’re ended, wrapped in his dangerous embrace, eyes losing focus when he murmurs again.
“Look at yourself when you cum.” You never have done this, you’ve never seen your face this way, the way your eyes are so dilated, you can barely see a ring of their color anymore, your parted lips, when he slips another hand under your chin, keeping your face forward.
You’re pulsing around his fingers once more, this time so sensitive from your orgasms it’s even easier for him, when he kisses up your neck, up to your ear, breaths heavy against it. Your vision shakes when you’re getting closer, ass arching while he presses you even more against the marble sink, the soft cream walls all fading as you begin to shatter.
“Art… see?” His whisper is so raw and genuine, you nod weakly, falling against his strong body as he eases his fingers, pressing them to your clit and eliciting one more orgasm, running in circles while he watches you, hungrily, and you know it even more, cunt spasming for him.
You really fucking like Satoru Gojo.
You want to be dumb and say what’s in your heart, but it can’t be, it’s his enigmatic charm, it’s his sweetness, it’s how sexy he makes you feel. It’s his presence it’s… god, all of him, intoxicating like some drug, and you’re not sure if a taste of him is anywhere close to enough, when he takes his fingers out, leaving you empty, putting his fingers to your lips.
“Suck.” His quiet orders are so easily obeyed by you it drives him to insanity, pulling you close as you taste his fingers, eyeing how sensual and fucked out you look in his arms, wondering how he lets you go.
*****
The Next Day
The bright lights of the set are fucking blinding, there’s too many dicks, that must be it, not the girl that’s in his fucking head constantly, that he would do anything to have gushing down his face again. The one he kept thinking how beautiful her goddamn eyes were while she swallowed him, versus just thinking of the pleasure, no it was more, far more.
“Satoru, you really need Viagra buddy.” Sukuna says with a chuckle, when the director yells - cut! - and Satoru sighs.
“Oh fuck you, it’s all your dicks.”
“You look like you really don’t mind-”
“Toji, stop.” Suguru pauses him before Satoru and Toji fight as they tend to when they butt heads on a shoot. But, the directors wanted the top stars, and here they all were in one room with a beauty, who pauses sucking Sukuna and jerking Toji then, looking at Satoru curiously.
“I need a minute.” Satoru’s manager frowns now, having seen this before in the last shoot. He comes up to him now, as Satoru frowns at his usually at least semi hard cock just hanging there, irritating him to no end.
“Go take a break. Try to… get back to it.” Satoru nods, heading to the dressing room and downing a bottle of water from the fridge, leaning over the counter where they do their makeup, though Satoru never really needs anything but a little clear mascara for those long white lashes.
He came in your mouth, he had you on his face, shouldn’t that have fulfilled something, the longing and desire? Did he need to fuck you to actually be able to function? Or if he fucked you would he be good and ruined!? Considering her mouth and hand could do nothing to him, and his annoying co stars talking shit certainly didn’t help anything.
How were you?
He hadn’t heard from you today.
Since when does he care if a girl hits him up? He frowns now, wrapping a towel around his hips, hanging low, pulling up his cell phone and seeing it then, making him smile, and he sees how lovesick and goofy the smile is in the mirror. He immediately tries to stop it, the grin, but his lips keep twitching when he looks at the text again.
Good Girl🫦 (yes that’s what he saved you as, no he’s not sorry) I hope you have a great shoot today, Satoru. I am not working tomorrow if you’d like to get dinner? Is that weird? It’s weird. Just have a good day! Ignore me!
He laughs a bit, you’re too fucking adorable and just awkward, god he fucking loves it.
🌽🌟 Satoru (yes that’s his name in your phone, no you’re not sorry) You’re cute. Of course we can do dinner, you pick a spot?
He sits down as the three dots do more to make him hard than this stupid ass shot, wondering at you then. Was dinner code for a lesson, or did you want to hang out with him? Spend time? He fears that would make him fall just as much if not more as touching you, kissing you, because god if he doesn’t just love listening to you talk, like that night at the party.
You fascinate him.
Good Girl🫦- I sure can, six pm work for you?
🌽🌟 Satoru - Sure thing sweetheart.
When he calls you sweetheart you can’t stop the goofy smile on your face, but then you remember where he is. He’s probably on a break from… a fucking gang bang, and you can NOT be jealous about that. You cannot be upset that you already want him to yourself, greedy, stupid and selfish. God you knew you probably couldn’t handle this well, but the fact that it’s more intense than you anticipated is hard to swallow.
But you want him near you, even just for dinner, you were so nervous he’d turn you down, but god if you don’t enjoy his presence altogether. He makes you laugh, he makes you feel so good, as if this… emptiness you’ve had for a long time is filled by a big white grin and sparkling blue eyes.
🌽🌟 Satoru - We’re friends, right?
Good Girl🫦 - Absolutely, no matter what ‘lessons’ we do, I want to be your friend.
🌽🌟 Satoru - Then can I get a favor, pretty please? I will make it up by buying us dinner.
Good Girl🫦 - Of course, what is it?
🌽🌟 Gojo - Another picture of you.
You’re flushed now, surely on a shoot with a beautiful girl he didn’t need some picture of you? You’re home now, just in gym shorts and a crop top, hair in a messy bun, your glasses on.
Good Girl🫦 - Satoru I look like crap.
🌽🌟 Satoru - Bet you look hot.
Good Girl🫦 - Picture of what?
Satoru sighs in relief, biting his lower lip, wondering if he should just come out and fucking say it - he doesn’t think he can get hard if you’re not there, in his head, if he doesn’t see you. It’s a theory that’s getting more and more tangible by the moment, that he doesn’t know if he can perform his damn job anymore because your taste is soaked in his tastebuds.
🌽🌟 Satoru - Your perfect tits, please? I’ll show you mine.
You giggle then, shaking your head, skin so overheated when you nervously look in the mirror in your room, scattered books and stuffed animals covering the dresser. Can you do this, take a picture of… your body for him?
Good Girl🫦 - why? Aren’t there tits for you waiting?
You’re bratty, he didn’t realize till now. It makes you hotter.
🌽🌟 Satoru - Not even close to as pretty as yours - and there are so many dicks and balls. Help your friend out :’) I will make sure I kiss them as a thank you.
Good Girl🫦 - Image.
You freak out as you send it, the picture of your tits in your mirror, and Satoru moans out loud at it. Yeah, he saw them, but fuck, you’re perfect, hair up in some messy bun, your glasses on the bridge of your pretty nose, little baby yoda plush front and center against your mirror, god it makes you even hotter. You’ve wrapped an arm under them, pressing them up and together.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He’s throbbing now, looking down at his cock straining the terry cloth towel, scowling back at the phone, realizing he thinks you have put some spell on his perfect cock. Are you some witch disguised as a sweet little thing!? He eyes your tits again, almost whining at how pretty they look, at how badly he’d love to fuck you between them, cum all over them.
He’d cum on every inch of your body.
🌽🌟 Satoru - You’re so perfect.
You’re covering your face, sighing as his words - probably just being nice - are too much, they mean too much from him. You’re questioning everything you are and everything you’ve ever known, throbbing with need from his mere words, nipples aching for his touch. You look back at the phone, fingers hovering on the cool dark screen, shaking slightly.
Good Girl🫦 - You still on set?
🌽🌟 Satoru - Unfortunately. That brightened my day. My cock is smiling, you know.
You snort at that.
Good Girl🫦 - You’re silly. I’ll let you get back to work.
He doesn’t want to get back to work.
He wants you on the set, but fuck if he’d let anyone else touch you if you were his-
Wait.
What fucking kind of thought is this!?
He doesn’t think that way.
Looking at your picture again, he rushes back out, trying his very best to keep up the tentative erection, he can’t manage to get involved however, touching skin that’s not yours seems wrong somehow. You’re not together - he doesn’t date, he can’t date - but he can’t stay away from thoughts of you here instead, and how he’d film just the perfect video with you instead.
You would never, but the porn he imagines you two could make is what feeds his brain for the next twenty minutes or so, he tries to let the other men fuck her, as he lets her jerk him, or suck him, shutting his eyes and picturing the tits on his screen. He doesn’t even know if he’ll be able to cum, finally settling to jerk himself, when they’re all putting the money shot on the star.
He wants to cum all over your pretty face, god. He vividly sees it as his ropes of cum pour out, and he notices with relief the shoot is over. Usually he would have some friendly banter, but he’s distant, odd as he cleans up, it feels like he’s so uninvolved, even that night he’s staring at your pretty tits again, cock in his hand when you’ve messaged him.
Good Girl🫦 - Sweet dreams, Satoru.
Fuck.
He wants you in his bed so bad, but not just to finally fuck into your perfect little pussy, shit it would be nice to hold you. He’s never done that. To just kiss on you and watch your cute reactions, the little giggles you make. His cock throbs in response, since when has Satoru became someone to masturbate to a fucking photo?
You’re laying there, hating the thoughts in your mind, that he was with someone else today - but you’re friends. Friends with some ‘lessons’ that should not mean as much as they did the other day, not just the pleasure, or how badly you want him inside you, no it was his sweet kisses, him brushing your hair, fuck he fed you and made sure you were okay constantly.
You just want him, any of him.
Cruel, cruel joke - making you fall for a pornstar who will never date. But, here you are, watching three dots move now.
🌽🌟 Satoru - Good night, sweetheart.
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pretty little thing
part one || part two || part three || part four
warnings: nsfw || degrading, praise, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, cunnalings, blow jobs, double penetration, reverse harem
part one: no warnings yet
characters: bonten x female y/n
word count (p1): 1k+
you weren’t necessarily used to the high life. you were used to doing things for yourself and by yourself. growing up wasn’t exactly ideal and you were forced to grow up pretty quickly. as much as your parents had the money, they didn’t know how to be parents.
you did what you needed to do so you could get by so being spoiled and pampered wasn’t something you expected or cared about.
your best friends all had sugar daddies and while it seemed fun, it wasn’t something you were interested in. you didn’t care how much money they got, old men? you took a hard pass
you ended up tagging along to a party with them anyway. they managed to convince you and you had been spending so much time with university and your job, going out could help ease off some of the stress.
“i’m just saying y/n, it wouldn’t hurt to live a little”
you already know what she’s implying so you just roll your eyes and reach for your drink. you had no intentions of getting drunk but you definitely needed something in your system if you were going to deal with them all night.
this club was exclusive so only very rich and wealthy people were regulars. you had heard about the owners of the place through the grapevine at school so you knew a little about them. you had also heard about bonten before so it was no surprise that the older men your friends associated themselves with, had some sort of business tie with them as well.
apart of you knew that it was dangerous. they weren’t exactly known for being friendly businessmen but as long as you stayed close to your friends and away from any vip area filled with strange men, you’d be fine and if push came to shove, you knew how to fight.
“papi says he organised a special evening for us” your friends says and you try not to gag and the nickname she has for her “lover”
“he’s already in the room, it’s upstairs” she continues and you don’t bother asking questions. you genuinely didn’t care about her “papi” who seemed to be very pretentious as you know he was from japan and definitely wasn’t hispanic at all.
you scoff and down the rest of your drink before you follow her and 2 other friends upstairs. they had their own partners who seemed to be there as well so you’d definitely be holding a candle at some point in the evening. maybe getting a little drunk wouldn’t harm anyone.
the room is beautiful. it’s hard to be mad when the interior looks expensive and very classy, which wasn’t what you expected. you were half expecting to find half naked women and men dancing and a form of entertainment..
your friend grins at you.
“pretty, isn’t it?” she asks and you nod
it takes you a moment to notice the other men in the room. it seems like they’re discussing business but they don’t look that much older than you are and well, they were definitely attractive
they all look up at the same time when a pink haired man says something and then they’re looking at you. you try not to feel awkward as you sit on an empty loveseat. the music is still playing even in the private rooms and they seem to have waitresses coming in and out offering more drinks and snacks.
“y/n, are you still good?” your friend asks and you smile
“yes” you say, “comfortable too”
she laughs before going back to shamelessly flirting with her boyfriend. you don’t say anything else and continue enjoying the comfort of the loveseat
“you alone this evening?”
you look up and there’s a very handsome man smiling down at you.
“allow me to introduce myself” he says, reaching out for your hand, “my name is ran, ran haitani”
“f/n .. l/n” you say, returning his sweet smile though you can tell there’s something hidden behind his pretty eyes and it almost has you feeling flushed, but you had a good poker face.
“would you like to join us?” he asks, “i see that your friends are … occupied”
you laugh and allow him to lead you to the other side of the room.
“this is y/n” he tells them, “pretty little thing, isn’t she?”
he introduces you to everyone and you find yourself being able to keep conversation without feeling awkward and you don’t bother putting up a façade the way your friends do around rich, powerful men.
“you came alone?” sanzu asks and you nod
“i find that hard to believe” rindou says, “your boyfriend would be an idiot to let you out on your own”
that has you laughing again. none of them are as subtle as they think they are but you’re also good at playing dumb. years of practice after growing up with pretentious parents.
“no boyfriend” you shrug, “university and work takes up most of my time”
“pretty and smart” mikey grins, though you find that his smiles never really reach his eyes. it’s a little unsettling but he doesn’t make you uncomfortable
“it must be … lonely” kakucho frowns, “being all alone i mean”
“you get used to it” you say, “i like my own space so it’s pretty convenient”
“you don’t have a roommate?” kokonoi asks and you shake your head
“i’m a little bit of a control freak” you admit, “i wouldn’t be able to stay with someone who didn’t do things the way i did”
ran laughs and cocks an eyebrow at that. this time, you try to be more subtle when you squeeze your thighs together.
“maybe you just haven’t found the right person to help you… let go of that control” mikey says, “it must be hard wanting to be in control all the time”
something about the way he says that makes you feel hot. you know what he’s implying by that and the idea of them taking all the control away from you seemed hot.. a little scary but you were adventurous.
before you could say anything, your friend came up to you
“y/n, i told papi that we’re leaving early” she smiles, “you have an early class tomorrow”
you almost forgot about that
“it was lovely to meet you all” y/n says, “thank you for the entertainment”
you miss the way ran looks at sanzu just as you’re leaving.
it definitely wouldn’t be the last time you saw any of them.
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can you plssss do a jealous angsty smut with MMA!Toji? i love me some angst 😣😣😣
✵ UNWARRANTED LUST ✵
mma!toji hates how his relationship needs to be a secret, he hates it more when he can’t say anything when someone’s flirting with his girlfriend
✵ MMA!Toji Fushiguro x reader ✵
✵ tags — angsttt + age gap + jealous toji + crying + overstimulat*on + subspace + squ*rting + blo*d (in mma fight)+ spit k*nk + makeup s3x + sum soft toji + dacryphilia + pet names + pnssy slapping + nsfw + sfw +
✵ notes — I’ve gotten soo many requests for an angst with mma!toji, yall rlly like the pain💀 some were super specific and idk if I’ll have time to do each one, so I chose the most vague request and will try and combine the ones that were sent it — so again thxs to everyone that has been reading mma!toji and expressing their likes!
18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
a quick fyi — most mma fighters only fight like 2-3 times a year but for the purposes of this mma au, I’m disregarding this…:p
toji was your first serious relationship. though you’ve been dating for about two months now. you felt such adoration for him. he taught you so many new things. he was also the man to take your virginity away. him being older than you also had benefits. specifically his understanding nature and the way he spoils you, maybe a little too much. but then there’s his own problems…
the cold drink dribbled down his chin, slipping to his chest as he continued to chug the water. the constant sound of laughter and the beating music of the gym was making his blood pressure rise. his eyes flickering over to the source of the angelic voice. seeing the squint of her adorable eyes as she laughed, her cheeks a dusty pink. but the scene was soured by the man that was drooling over her.
“toji?” getou’s voice brought toji back to his training match in the ring. getou bouncing on his feet as he waited for toji to return.
“mm,” toji grunts, setting his water down as he fixed his hand wrappings, as he stood up. toji’s new couch, sukuna, was instructing him, however, his words were going in one ear and out the other.
“you didn’t know that now did you?” the gruff voice of a fellow fighter echoed through the gym. did it bother toji that he couldn’t outwardly shout and tell them to leave his girlfriend alone? at the moment she was just here to do her job and get photos of him for the paper. she was covering his next fight in the paper, and it was not public knowledge that they were together.
“what’s the problem with telling people?” toji mumbled, as he kissed her cheek, his lips traveling down her neck as he gently rocked his morning wood between her legs.
“i…uh…wait toji,” toji found it so fucking adorable, how you still got so flustered whenever he’d get all sexually excited for you. her hand on his bare chest as she tried to calm her burning cheeks.
“yes?” toji pressed his clothed boner firmly against her exposed slit. her breath hitched, fingers digging into the flesh of chest. she took a shaky breath, collecting her thoughts—her mind always getting scrambled when he touched her like that.
“i have to cover this fight so I can have this story published, and it’ll be in the sports journal this time, which would be amazing for my resume/portfolio, especially since it’s before I’m graduating,” you explain, “but if it gets out that we’re together now, then they’ll probably pull out my story or make a joke out of it.” you say very clearly for the man so he can understand. his head tilting as he looks down at you. your cheeks flush under his gaze.
“but you’re gonna be in the gym,” toji says, his knuckles gently caressing the tops of your breasts that are exposed in his huge tshirt that’s slid down your shoulder, a worried smile lifting on his lips when he sees the way your nipples already perk up through the material. it was too easy.
“i don’t like most of the guys there.” toji deadpans, his eyes lifting up to your flushed face. “they’re gonna be all over you.” you react so obviously to his touch, gaze, smell, you were his. he knew you only wanted him…but you were just so oblivious sometimes. you’re so unaware of all the looks and ways people speak about you. he doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or curse that you only ever entertain him.
“i’m only coming to do my job, besides, it’s not like I’m gonna interview you, ‘m just gonna grab some pictures of you training beforehand, and I’ll talk to sukuna-san about how he’s training you—“
“sukuna-san?” toji had a slight edge to his voice. your eyes squinting at him.
“seriously?” toji sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.
“i hate journalists,” he grumbles into your skin. you let out a sigh, only to yelp as you feel his rocking start again. “w-wait—“ toji cuts you off with his lips, tongue already between yours as he grunts into your lips as he pulls his leaking dick out.
“no waiting, gonna fill you up,” his words sent your brain overheating.
“don’t say things like th—ah!” his tip entering had your nails digging into his shoulder, your head falling back as he stretched you. “ ‘s big—ah wait wa-ah,” Toji’s tongue licked your lips, as your hips tried to wiggle away from him.
“cmon puppy, open,” his tongue hanging out waiting for you to copy, eyes obediently meeting his as your lips parted, tongue peaking out. he ran his tongue against yours. humming in approval as he felt your gummy walls clench around his tip, trying to suck him in.
“who’s all needy now,” he smiles against your lips as you moan, feeling him enter you. his salvia running down your tongue as you flushed with arousal, his hand pushing the material of your shirt up, exposing your tits as his fingers tweaked at your nipples. “slutty pup,” he whispered, as he licked your ear, your legs instinctively moving higher up his waist as he went deeper.
“faster—please,” you pant, just wanting him to enter you fully, toji laughed in your ear as he rubbed your thigh, his hand moving further down your leg, before he lifted it higher and drove his cock deep into your pussy, your back arching at the surprise as you screamed out. toji smiled as he pulled out and snapped his hips back in, picking up the pace.
that was yesterday. the conversation echoed in his mind the moment you arrived today. sukuna had already spoken to you, and now you were supposed to be getting photos of him. but instead this prick was all over you.
“oi quit with fucking talking!” toji’s shout sent the entire gym halting. your eyes startled wide as you looked over at toji, glaring in your direction, his eyes bleeding into the man’s mind.
“just asking the journalist here some questions, no harm man!” miyori tried to brush off. getou took a step towards toji, there was only a small number of people that knew about the relationship. getou, gojo, his manager, and sukuna.
“if I hear your voice one more time,” toji’s blood was boiling.
“your scaring the journalist, we’re just talking—“
“i’m fine,” you quickly interject, trying to diffuse the situation. “i think I have all the photos I need. ill make my way out now. thank you toji-san, sukuna-san—“
“no you’re not,” miyori cuts you off. you look up at him as he stands a bit too close. toji raises a brow at miyori. “you can stay longer. toji’s always triggered by journalists.”
“uh,” what the fuck are you supposed to say to that?
“besides, I like having you here,” miyori said, catching you slightly off guard. toji cursed to himself, this is why you’re so shit with cutting people off. you could not take compliments for shit. you always got flustered or awkward, and if it was a stranger, like this guy, they’ll definitely get the wrong idea. and you always assume it’s about your job.
“oh um, thanks,” you awkwardly reply, as miyori smiles at you.
“toji it’s fine, cmon,” getou put a hand on toji’s chest. first, getou was slightly nervous to continue fighting a raging toji. second, toji usually tended to lash out on everyone when he was pissed off. third, gym toji was a different level of rage.
“y/n-san,” toji was practically seething, your eyes looking over at the man. your brows furrowed, he needed to calm down. “leave.”
“toji ‘s not a big deal,” the moment miyori’s hand touched your lower back, toji could not compose himself.
“i’m done, anyways, i’ll go,” you knew how upset toji was getting, and besides you were done for the day.
“it’s okay, toji is just—“
“i said it’s fine, you don’t have to stand up for me,” you snap miyori, trying your best not to let him get the wrong idea. he really was just being nice and asking you questions. but now, it was just awkward how he thought he needed to talk for you.
“i’m just helping you out, sweetie,” ew…
“leave her alone. she’s leaving now, so drop it,” toji took in a breath, trying desperately to compose himself, as getou stood in his way with a hand to his chest. the last thing toji wanted to do was expose your relationship and ruin your job, that you so desperately loved.
“i’m leaving,” you quickly grab your things and make a swift exit. the man doesn’t have a chance to stop you, since he was having a stare down with toji.
toji drops his bag by the door, eyes landing on your back, seated at the kitchen counter typing. the events of the day had his blood a bit too hot as he moved over to you.
“you’re not coming friday,” toji mumbles in your ear, your heart nearly jumping out of your throat.
“fuck—toji, don’t do that,” you take your headphones off. looking over your shoulder at his annoyed expression. “what’s up?”
“you’re not coming friday,” toji repeats, your brow raised as you turned in your seat, his arms were caged around your body. holding the counter behind you.
“the match?” you look at him, he doesn’t answer. “the one in six days? this friday?” he’s quiet. “funny.”
“i don’t want you there,” he says, you rub your eye as you glare at him with the free one
“okay?” you reply sarcastically. “i have a job, I told you.”
“i don’t care,” his words were cold, clearly not joking.
yours brows furrowed. your hand coming up to his chest to push him back, needing some space, especially with how he’s acting. toji stepped back as he looked at you.
“why’re you acting like this?” your eyes try to read him, it’s always been a little difficult especially when he‘s not the type to really expresses himself.
“like what?” he shoots back, your face clearly showing how uninterested you are in his attitude. toji could read you easily.
“like an asshole?” you huff, closing your laptop and getting up from your seat. you moved around the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “this is the first time i’m seeing you fight since we’ve started dating.”
“we’re not dating,” you looked over your shoulder at toji leaning his hip against the counter, arms crossed in his tight black shirt. “we’re not dating in public. that’s what you said.” your eye twitches. “so you’re not coming.” is he really upset about today?
“fine we’re not dating, but I still have a job,” you huff back, drinking the water.
“I don’t care,” toji shrugs. “fuck the job, and fuck the journalism shit.”
“stop it,” your eyes stare back at his cold ones. “if it’s about today—“
“great you catch on, it is about today. exactly why you’re not coming to the match, because all the guys and miyori will be there,” toji breaks, his voice rising, as his bicep flexes a bit in aggression remembering everything that happened today.
“i left after I finished taking the photos, miyori-san was annoying, and I left—“
“no, you left when I told you too, miyori was practically fucking you with his eyes and you took it,” toji laughed, your chest was squeezing and your blood was rising in annoyance.
“i did not. and I left after you told me because you looked like you were going to go ape shit on him. but I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have everything I needed,” you shot back, as toji looked at you.
“sweetheart, please,” toji squeezed his eyes shut, the sharpness in his voice sent shivers down your spine. “you can’t turn guys down—you just can’t—“
“I did!” you shot back.
“no you didn’t! you were fucking laughing and accepting all the shit that was pouring out of his mouth!” toji was now pissed.
“I was being nice, is that a sin?”
“it is! it is when you’re not clear—you don’t know anything about fucking boundaries. and I can’t even say shit because of your shitty journalist shit—“
“it’s not shit.”
“it is—ah fuck i fucking hate journalists! all the fucking same shit — fuck!” toji was shouting. his words felt like cuts itching into your chest. your eyes filling up with tears.
“asshole,” you mumble. toji rubs his face, hands behind his head as he looks at you. his blood was pumping in his ears as he watched you, move past him.
“I can’t help you if some guy’s hitting on you,” toji looks over his shoulder to see you packing your things in your bag. “hey, y/n—“
“i don’t need you to help me,” you snap, eyes filled with tears as you look up at him. “asshole asshole asshole…” you chant very childishly to yourself as you suck your breath as you quickly pack your bag and grab it moving towards the bedroom.
“are serious? baby,” toji watches you grab your phone from the charger and pushing past him. “y/n!” toji grabs your arm, you look back at him, a deep glare staring back at him, your lashes coated with tears as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to resist the urge to let that tear slip. “you’re not gonna come friday, alright?”
“ass…” you yank your arm from his grip. “hole.” you storm and grab your jacket.
“y/n! fucking listen, you don’t get it—“
“i don’t get it?” you aggressively put on your jacket. “I don’t get it?? me?” you snort. “who’s the one getting all pissed and being a fucking asshole!! because he’s fucking jealous!” the scream pierced the air like a knife as tears fell down your face.
toji’s jaw clenched. as you grabbed your bag and shoved your boots on.
“y/n it’s late, cmon, i don’t want you to leave,” toji stood in his spot as he watched your disheveled self. tears leaking uncontrollably, still wearing your pajamas.
“sweetheart,” you stood in front of the door, looking up. toji was quiet.
“what?” you waited, the tears pausing for a moment. still fresh on your cheeks as your lip quivered. toji couldn’t bring himself to say it. he’s dealt with fights in past relationships, he’s had things thrown at him. but unlike all the rest of them, he actually cared this time. what made it worse was he knew he was in the wrong, he was being selfish, so fucking selfish, and a fucking asshole. could he fix it? did he want too? or would he rather keep you to himself?
your eyes felt foggy as it filled with tears, your fist clenching as you stood waiting. say something. please. toji-san. the older mans comforting warmth wasn’t there.
“i want to see you…” toji finally spoke, your lip trembled. “but not on friday…don’t come to the match, sweetheart.”
the door slammed behind you, echoing in the large penthouse.
“fuck me,” toji rubbed his face.
you returned back to your apartment. spending the rest of the night crying. asshole asshole asshole! the chant was on repeat in your head. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all! you’re going to the match. you have too, your job and future depends on the story. but…but is it worth risking your relationship?
“asshole,” you choked on a sob as you buried your face in your pillow letting it soak up your quiet tears, curling up into a ball.
toji couldn’t sleep either. his eyes staring up at the ceiling, arm under his head, as the image of your quivering lip and teary face stared back at him. he’s supposed to be a fucking adult, but he still gets jealous over such a frivolous matter. was he doubting your ability to stand up for yourself. did he have a right to judge you for being polite to others? is he just too cold to understand?
the thoughts plagued his mind all night.
“toji, keep it together! there you go!” sukuna clapped, as toji kicked his opponent back, quickly moving in to knock him off balance. gojo called for the end of the match with toji as the victor. sukuna climbing into the ring, patting toji.
“fucking great! this week you’ve been working hard!tomorrow just do a morning run, don’t go too crazy, need you fresh friday!” sukuna undid toji’s gloves as toji hummed.
“toji here’s y/n’s ticket, if she’s going in with the other journalists just rip it up,” gojo was holding the ticket out for toji, who looked up at gojo. “so journalists?” gojo raised a brow, retracting the ticket.
“dunno,” toji huffed back, exiting the ring moving past gojo. getou swiftly moved out of the way, slipping next to gojo.
“this bout yesterday?” gojo asked, the man really had no fear. getou was silent as he quietly watched, resting his chin on gojo’s shoulder, arms around his waist. “you guys fight?”
“told her not to come,” toji wiped his sweaty body with a towel, sukuna leaning on the railing of the ring as he listened as well.
“why?” gojo questioned. yesterday was building up to something, but after you left, getou and the rest assumed toji had calmed down.
“you think the guys will hit on her?” getou answered tojis concerns easily.
“they will, and she can’t even say anything back,” toji pinched his nose, trying to calm the growing headache from yesterdays fight.
“well it’s not like she’s gonna cheat on you,” sukuna chimed in. “she is pretty young, but she has some serious balls. it’s cute that she gets awkward around compliments, but whenever she talks she’s professional which is hilarious,” sukuna says as gojo and getou agree.
“she’s doing her job,” toji scoffs. “so fuckin annoying. fuckin publicity, and press shit,” toji rubbed his temple.
“stop freaking out,” gojo snapped at him, toji shot him a glare. “you should act more your age, old man.”
“fuck off,” toji was annoyed, it’s been almost a week since he’s seen you. you haven’t returned or answered any of his texts or calls. he wanted to know how you were doing, how are you feeling. didn’t you have an exam yesterday, he wanted to know how it went. but instead he was alone every night, with only your scent on his bed and around the penthouse.
“i agree,” sukuna raised an arm as toji tsked. “grow some balls. it’s just cuz you fuck her and think the way she acts around you is the way she acts around everyone else,” sukuna easily explains.
toji is quiet. he just assumed you’re like that with everyone, but it was just the dumbass anger issues. toji left without another word, as the three men watched in amusement.
the knock echoed in the apartment. toji impatiently knocking, until the door finally opened. glaring back at him with an annoyed expression was your roommate, soi.
“she’s not here,” she answers before he could speak.
“where?”
“not here,” she stares back.
“when will she be back—“
“dunno, so you should leave. she doesn’t wanna see you,” she states, he looks over her shoulder at your room door. it was indeed open, and you did not seem to be in there.
“great,” he was annoyed, very much so. he knew you were here, you’re keys and phone clearly on the small kitchen counter, but he knew he couldn’t barge in. you’d get more pissed. should he tell you to come to the match? or would you be annoyed and think he’s telling you what to do?
“tell her I won’t be mad whatever she chooses to do,” he told soi, as she stared at him with dead eyes.
“not telling her that,” she replies, toji sucks in a breath.
“thanks,” toji forces a smile.
“you’re not welcome,” the door slams in his face. soi stares at the closed door, before letting out a shaky breath. nerves filling her body.
“y/n/n he’s fucking huge, that was so scary!” she shakes her body as she turns back to you who is now popping out from behind the small kitchen counter, hand over your mouth.
“shhh he could still be outside,” you shush her as she freezes, eyes wide.
“is he gonna beat me up?” she whispers through her hand. you both stare at each other, dead silent, hands over your mouths. hearts beating in your ears.
toji did in fact hear the entire thing. glad that you at least heard his message, turning he made his way out. you sneaked quietly to the pep hole, looking through.
“he’s gone,” you sigh. as soi releases as shaky breath.
“my legs were shaking the entire time,” soi laughs, you were thankful she was there to answer the door. however, your blood only seemed to boil.
“asshole,” you mumble, soi quiets as she looks at you. “fucking—I was gonna go anyways, it’s my job,” you seethe, clicking your tongue in annoyance.
“mhm mhm, shove it in his face that it was your choice,” soi hypes you, but then going quiet. “but like don’t make him mad…that’s scary.”
the confidence and nerves was building up all day. your stomach turning as you walked into the stadium. getting through with your journalist pass your job provided for you. i won’t be mad. i won’t be mad. his words were printed into your mind. doesn’t fucking matter—selfish bastard—you were mad. he criticized your job and you. asshole.
you sat in your seat as the fighters came up. your eyes brighten when toji came jumping onto the stage, the entire audience cheered loudly, incredible fans screaming. toji was unbothered by all the noise, instead looking around…
your eyes met his, the brief exchange sent a flush rising up your cheeks, stupid, quickly remembering and looking away. toji’s eyes stayed on you, until sukuna came over and spoke to him.
“y/n-san,” your eyes looked up as you saw miyori coming up to you.
“miyori-san,” you replied curtly.
“oh this is shinji,” he introduced the other man beside him, who you briefly met last week. you nodded at the two, looking away as the match began. toji obviously noticed the two men sitting next to you. inhaling sharply, as they leaned close, talking in your ear over all the noise.
toji was growing more and more frustrated. you stood clicking your camera, only for the two men to come follow you. your heart was beating fast watching the fight. toji was taking too many hits. cmon! he’s being working so hard. as much as he acted indifferently, toji really did enjoy the sport. and you loved watching him fight.
“and I was saying—“
“dude, i have a job. could you please lay off?” you snap at miyori. his brows furrowed.
“I’m just talking,” he laughed, wondering what’s going on.
“no you’re flirting,”
“and that’s a problem?” he raised a brow.
“it is when I’m not interested, so if you could let me do my job,” you turn back to the fight, watching toji.
“hey, what’s with the switch, is it toji—“ wow men really are fucking brainless.
“it’s no one. it’s me. i’m not interested. so fuck off. do I have to tell you I have boyfriend or girlfriend, cuz you can’t take a fucking hint or some shit? cant be polite to anyone anymore.” you scoff, turning away. men really don’t know how to back off unless you tell them you’re with someone or if you snap at them.
“bitch,” he comes up, only for gojo and getou to quickly step in. backing them down. you hadn’t noticed, too occupied with staring at toji.
“cmon cmon,” you cheered under your breath. heart racing as toji went after his opponent. your body flinched when toji took a punch to the rib. but he quickly recovered and got his opponent with an aggressive hook. you were shouting with the rest of the audience until toji finally knocked his opponent out.
“FUCK YES!” you screamed as the entire stadium erupted in cheers. you captured so many great photos as toji was bombarded by press. your cheeks were flush, as you were suddenly filled with the urge to see him. but… not here.
toji looked everywhere for you afterwards. getting treated in the lockerroom, as he asked gojo and getou where you’d gone. toji’s heart sank once they said that you left. fuck.
toji was escorted back to his penthouse. holding an ice pack to his nose as he pushed past the crowd in front of the entrance. should he go to your apartment? should he beg you to forgive him? he wasn’t a beggar. but he wanted to see you.
dropping his bag by the door, he moved to take his shoes off—suddenly noticing the familiar shoes.
“I just came here to tell you that I was gonna go to the match regardless if you came by my place or not,” you huff, cheeks puffed pointing at toji as he stared up at you frozen. you were here. his green eyes sent a warm wave filling your body. “i like being a shitty journalist, so fuck you for being an asshole. and i do stand up for myself—but i don’t need to tell anyone I have a boyfriend for them to leave me alone.” your voice was firm as you tried your best not to break face, but the way toji was looking at you—
toji couldn’t stop his feet. his hands grabbing your face as he kissed you. “i love my shitty journalist,” he kissed your lips over and over.
“lo-love—?“ you held his wrists, mind dazed at what he just said. you looked up at him, as he stared at you with such warmth.
“I love you,” toji mumbled, as he licked your lips. “i’m always selfish. i love being selfish. and i love being selfishly yours,” he sighed against your open lips. his adrenaline still pumping from the match.
“i hate it when you’re selfish,” you breathe against his lips as he hums.
“i know,” he kisses you, deepening it, letting his tongue enter your mouth. moaning as he easily picks you up. his lips staying on yours as he lays you down on the bed. your moaning and heaving as he pulls away. you both strip as you stand on the bed quickly pushing your pants, pulling your legs out as toji looks up at you, hands grabbing at your waist once you’ve successfully gotten the clothing off.
“you’re still mad?” toji bites your nipple, making you yelp in surprise, grabbing his hair. you looked down at him. his eyes teasing as he tugs at the bud.
“you haven’t apologized for real,” you reply, as toji hums around the bud, pulling away and lifting your leg over his shoulder, kneeling on the bed.
“i said I love you,” toji kisses your pussy, his words already had your heart fluttering, but still…
“no…you need to apologize then,” your hand holds his shoulder for stability, as he licks through your puffy folds, teasing your clit with his tongue, moaning at the taste. he holds your waist, as you hunch over as he sucks in your clit. “ah toji—apol ah—“
toji holds you steady as your shaking leg gives out, he smiles, against your pussy, carefully holding you in his arms dropping you on the bed. your hips jump as you still feel his tongue lapping at your pussy. he pulls away to spread your legs wider. spitting on your pussy.
“apologize?” toji raises a brow as he spreads you open, enjoying the sight of you trying to hide your moans, his tongue entering your hole. he slings an arm around your thigh, holding you down on the mattress.
“yes!” you yelp as his thumb rubs your clit, drooling on your pussy. he missed eating you out, the way you clawed as his shoulder and rubbed up against his tongue. “asshole, so annoyi—uh—“ you can’t help the moans slipping as toji puts everything into eating you out.
“love your little pussy,” toji laughs as you call him names laced with moans. your legs trembling as you try to push him away.
“can’t—‘s ‘s not—toji!” your hips jump, rubbing against his tongue, only for him to hold you down, wanting to see your legs tremble as you ride your high. toji hums lapping at your clear juices, thumb pressing against your clit as you push your foot down on his shoulder, only for him to grab your ankle.
“what?” he huffs, looking at you with dilated pupils. he’s much more pent up than he usually was after training, since he had just won a match.
“you ate me out, when you didn’t apologize,” you’re still glaring at him. not ready to back down.
“you were drippin n rubbin up on my tongue,,” toji snaps, his chest rising and falling, trying to control himself as he sees the way you lean up on your elbows, face just inches from his.
“i think you’re the one who wanted it,” you press, watching the way his lip curls sarcastically.
“you wanna play it like that?” toji grabs your face, your eyes sharp, testing him.
“i just want an apology, asshole,” tojis mind is heated, you were so hot right now..he doesn’t waste a moment in capturing your lips.
“ya grow some balls in the last week?” toji says between kisses, you yelp as you feel his fingers push into you, pumping you open.
“what’re you—“ you’re caught off guard, screaming in pleasure as toji has you cumming a bit too quickly.
“at least i still know your body better than you,” toji laughs as you tremble in his arms, eyes foggy. toji knew you always get a bit light headed after cumming—
“fuck…you,” you pant, turning your head to look up at him. toji’s eyes are lien with lust. “uncalled for—wait!”
his fingers circling your clit again as he slaps your pussy, your eyes quickly filling with tears, the overstimulation was knocking the wind out of you.
“you’ve got quite the mouth, baby, cmon keep talking,” toji is biting and licking your collarbone and neck as you cry, holding his wrist as you feel yourself reaching another high. his fingers deep inside you.
“fucking—ah—“ you’re holding him close as you cum, only for toji to flip you on your stomach, his lips kissing your shoulder as you try and catch your breath. he’s giving your pussy some gentle slaps, your mind dizzy as you look back.
“you like it when I play with you?” toji holds your chin as you meet his feral gaze.
“you like it…more,” you pant, “y-you’re mine…toji-san,” you knew exactly what to say to get this man playing with you. his hand grabbing your hips up as he’s kneeling up, pumping his thick dick, and pushing into you.
“fuck, you’re such a brat,” toji groans, your words immediately got to him. it’s always the san. toji is snapping his hips into you, his hand holding your own as he drives into your cunt hitting your sweet spot each time. your tears are soaking the sheets as your lips part with moans.
at this point, you lost track of how many times he'd already made you cum. it was all you could do to grip the sheets while he held onto your hips, your arms giving out as he fucked roughly behind you. his thick cock stretched your pussy, hitting every spot to have your toes curling.
“ugh so good, always feels so fuckin good,” toji was moaning against your ear as he grunts, hips rutting into you. you’d lost your voice already, only turning your head, as toji met your gaze. the sounds of his heavy balls slapping you was faded.
“to..ji..” your voice calling for him always sent him, his adrenaline was so unbelievably high. his lips meeting yours, as you whined for him, legs shaking.
“fuck me, sucking me in so tight, love,” toji’s arm wrapped around your middle, lifting you up to sit on his lap, back arching against his sweaty chest, as he moved you above him as he snapped his hips up. the base of his cock had a ring of cum as you shuddered at the overstimulation.
“more more…” your eyes were practically crossed, drool slipping from your lips as your head went back, holding his arm around your waist. you were beyond fucked out, but it felt so good. he always filled you up so perfectly.
“fhuck puppy,” toji’s groans were much louder than usual, his stomach clenching as you egged him on with moans and pleads. his body was in pain from the bruises and cuts from the fight, but hearing you cry his name had his body pushing its limits. your eyes filling with tears as he pressed his palm on your stomach, pushing against the flesh to feel himself inside you. your eyes stung as you screamed out, shaking above him.
“that’s it, so deep inside ugh my puppy,” toji moans as your back arches away from him, nails digging into his upper thigh and arm, as your gummy walls suck him in, tightening so he can’t even move. your words are incoherent as your legs trembling until finally gushing around him. “shit, spraying everywhere pup,” toji swears as he feels you squirting some more, wetting his thighs and Rick.
his arm squeezes your waist, clenching his jaw. “gonna—shit…gonna cum if ya don’t loosen up, pup,” toji is struggling feeling his balls tighten as your cries die out, toji feels your nails loosen on his thigh.
“ ‘ji,” your lips ghost his neck, drool slipping onto his skin as your mind wanders space. “fill meh uhp,” your hot breath sends a wave through his body as toji swears under his breath.
toji’s thrusts get unsteady as he holds you tight, burying his face in your neck as he moans, emptying his balls. toji’s palm is flat on your stomach as he feels his hot cum paint your walls. your eyes are glazed as toji rocks into you, milking out everything he’s got, as your body shudders.
toji pants, somehow losing all sense whenever you speak to him during sex. toji holds your face as he turns you to look at him. “shit, pup,” he sighs, seeing how out of it you were. your eyes seeing stars as it flutters shut. he pulls out, laying you down. your cheeks stained with tears and drool, as toji kisses your lips. “you fucked me up,” toji mumbles, knowing you already knocked out.
he did a number on you. he sat up, still catching his breath as he rubbed his face—
“ toji,” your voice was barely above a whisper. toji dropped his hands as he felt your body slump on his thigh. your hand reaching for his face. he leaned down letting you grab his face pulling him to meet you at eye level. “i made you fuck me like this,” your body is still trembling.
“you got worked up, cuz of me,” you make it clear. eyes staring directly into his. toji was silent…shocked. everything you were saying was true. you knew exactly what to say to get him going at you like crazy. even though he knew your body perfectly, you knew how to make him act on it.
“so….” your eyelids were so heavy. “so…” fuck, toji watched you slump against his chest. your body and mind finally giving out. toji sighed, looking down at you.
“surprised you could move,” toji rested his hand on your head, gently stroking you. the man ripped the dirty sheets off the bed wiping away the cum on your bodies and tucked you into the clean ones. finally knocking out.
the light shining in from his huge windows, had you burying your face into the mattress. your mind a bit slow, still laced with sleep as you groaned into the mattress. slowly waking up, you turned your head, your eye looking at the window, thinking…
toji told you he loved you. you knew that whole confession was his form of an apology…but still…
“ugh,” toji groaned feeling a weight on his stomach.
“wake up,” your voice had him reaching out, to feel you, only for you to push his hand away.
“what?” his low groggy voice, sent your cheeks flushing, but you ignored it. he rubbed his eyes, arm falling behind his head as he looked up at you. “you’re up before me?” he was surprised.
“you have to apologize and say it,” you huff, you were straddling his waist, finger pointed at his chest as the other was folded across your chest. toji raised a brow, he could see you were in desperate need of a hot shower, especially with the bruises that littered your body, and the way your legs shook a bit.
“you look cute, face all pouty like that,” toji teased, making your brows knit together.
“I’m being serious, you didn’t say it last night,”
“maybe I did and you didn’t hear me. your little cunt was spraying every second, you could barely talk,” your face went red, lips parting then closing at what he’d just said. toji smirked, seeing your face.
“well…well then it wouldn’t hurt to say it again then,” you quickly recover.
toji was surprised how dominant you can act. with the way you were talking to him last night and now. and he didn’t hate it. no….not at all. it was cute and hot. and in the end…you were right. even though this is a bit childish, he doesn’t mind it. doesn’t mind catering and coddling you. he knew what you wanted.
“i’m sorry,” he finally said it. your lips parted.
“sorry for what?” your chest is rising and falling, he can tell you’re waiting to give yourself away. so he sighed, eyes looking up at you as he spoke softly.
“sorry for being an asshole, and not believing in you,” his hand came up rubbing your thigh as you smiled down at him, still waiting.
“and?” wow you’re milking it. his hand splayed flat on your thigh, green eyes warming to your bright ones, hair pushed out of his face.
“i’m yours.”
your face beamed, finally leaning down to kiss him.
“who told ya, ya can be all possessive and bossy?” toji asked between kisses.
“you did,” you giggle, toji humming.
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one. two. three. four.
“I don’t hate you. That’s the fucking problem.”
Days passed and the words kept echoing in your mind as well as Sukuna’s. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself as much as you.
He knows what's the root cause of this problem. He needs to get laid.
It's just lust. If I can't get you out of my head, then I'll fuck it out of my system.
Yeah, that's his solution. Go to a random club and get fucking laid.
He found a distraction as soon as he ordered his first drink from the bartender. Some random woman clung to his arm as he downed his drink. Didn't even have to try.
He forgot how easy it was for him to seduce a woman. Before you lived with him, he used to have random hookups here and there. Now, it's like he doesn't even recognize himself.
The woman introduced herself and tried to make small talk but honestly, Sukuna didn't even pretend to care. Just a distraction.
Five drinks later, he finds himself in the dance floor as the woman grinds herself to his hips.
Bad idea. Bad fucking idea. Because as he closed his eyes, all he could think about was you, not the woman in front of him. Your hair, your skin, your body.
What are the chances of running into Yuuji and his damn circle of friends in the same club at Friday night? Turns out, it's fucking high.
Because when he opened his eyes again, he finds you staring straight at him from the mezzanine floor of the club.
Yuuji dragged you along with him to celebrate Yuta Okkotsu's birthday, your senior.
He couldn’t stand watching you sulk in your room anymore. He asked Nobara to dress you up and Megumi to help him convince you to join the party. You can’t say no to the trio.
You were met with a cocktails and vodka shots the moment you stepped into the booth, you were already half drunk by the time you managed to greet Yuta a happy birthday.
“Thanks for being here, enjoy the party!” He replied enthusiastically before being dragged away by Maki.
“Hey Yuuji, am I drunk already or is that really your brother at the dance floor?” Your eyes immediately darted where Megumi was pointing at.
“Nah, you’re drunk Fushiguro. I’m not even sure he knows a single dance move.” Yuuji dismissed and didn’t even bother to look at the man on the dance floor.
“Fuck, it is him.” You exclaimed, almost only to yourself.
You’d recognize that build and tattoos anywhere, he stood out even with the sea of bodies that swayed with the rhythm of music.
But that’s not all you noticed, you can clearly see a woman grinding herself to him. His eyes were staring back at you, but his hands were planted on her waist.
Your eyes were focused on the way his hands roamed around her body. When he pulled the woman close to him using her hair, you’re done for. You felt turned on yet pissed at the same time. You can imagine yourself down there with him, it's you that he's touching and not her. Why does it have to be another woman? God, why not you?
Seeing that scene made you sober up. Great, the reason why you were sulking was here, on the verge of fucking someone else.
Why did that annoy you so much?
“We’re gonna need more shots.” Nobara stated when she noticed your expression.
“You know what? Bring the whole damn bottle. Happy birthday Yuta! Let’s get fucking wasted!”
Sukuna watched as you retreated back to your booth. The blood that rushed from his brain down to his cock was now dissipating. It’s no fun when you’re not watching anymore.
“What the hell is your problem?!” The woman shrieked when she almost fell to her face, as he shoved her away from him.
“Sorry, lost my interest.” He simply said and went back to the counter.
Goddammit, he can't even get hard if it's not you that he's touching or thinking about.
Sukuna’s phone vibrates almost an hour later.
“What.” He answers it without looking, knowing fully well who’s on the other line. His eyes were fixed up on the balcony once more.
“Nobara got her really drunk and she’s been cursing your name all this time.”
Sukuna stayed silent, what the fuck was he supposed to do?
He had a plan before coming here, which was clearly ruined when he opened his eyes again and laid it upon you. When he saw you watching him so intently he couldn’t do it, either it’s you or no one else.
“Plus, she’s saying she’s going home with a man, so-”
“I’m coming up there right now, don’t fucking touch her.” He snarled.
Sukuna found you on the deck outside, with a man in front of you.
Who the fuck?
The loud stomping of shoes to your direction didn’t stop you from mindlessly playing at the shot glass in your hands. Your vision was spinning due to all the liquor you drank. Drinking with Nobara felt like playing a losing game.
“I live close by. Wanna come with me?” Toma, the guy in front of you said.
“‘m sorry, but I’m here with my friends.” You tried rejecting him but he was so persistent, even had the audacity to touch your arm.
“Come on. It’s only a five minute walk, I can-”
“No you won’t. Get your fucking hands off or I’ll break it.” Sukuna deadpanned. The guy tried to apologize but he scrammed almost immediately when Sukuna gave him a deathly glare.
“Hello Sukuna, where’s your woman?” Your sardonic tone pissed him off even more.
Right in front of me, pouting. He wanted to say.
“C’mon, we’re leaving. Now.” Sukuna stated. You set the shot glass down and stared at his palm that was stretched out in front of you.
“We can’t leave, haven’t found my man yet. Since you scared that one away, I should start looking for a new one.” You slur, whole body swaying as you stood up abruptly.
“You’re not going anywhere.” In an instant, Sukuna had already blocked your path.
Your upper body bends as he caged you to the closest railing. Surprised by his act and fucking scared of falling, your arms immediately clung to his neck.
His familiar perfume flooded your senses due to the distance between the two of you being mere inches from one another. It's intoxicating. Addicting.
Then you remembered what you saw on the dance floor.
“Let go of me, Sukuna. You haven’t answered my question, where’s the woman you were with earlier? Stay away from me and go back to her.” You tried shoving him with both hands but he didn’t budge.
“One minute you can’t stand me, the next you act like this. I can’t understand you. What the hell do you want from me?” You locked your eyes with his as you pounded your fists to his broad chest.
“You really don't get it, do you?” His jaw clenched.
“Get what? You confuse me a lot you know? You said you didn't hate me, so what's this? Do you just enjoy making my life miserable?”
“Fuck, I want you!” He finally exploded. “The woman that I want is you. You’re my brother’s best friend and I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts but I can't fucking help it. I want to claim you, I want to make you cry out my name, I want every inch of you.” Your mouth parts as you stood still, stunned into silence. Sukuna’s chest was heaving as he continued on.
“I’ve been going crazy trying to keep my fucking distance because I know I’ll ruin you. But you ruined me, now I can’t get you out of my head.”
“You…want me?” You inhaled sharply. That was unexpected.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s driving me insane.”
“Yeah, I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I saw you earlier, you’ll fuck that woman if you haven’t seen me. Or have you done it already?”
“Don’t look at me like that, no I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t even touched any woman since you moved in with us. Fucking hell, even my body betrayed me because it wants only you.” He gripped the railing tightly, hands flexing at your sides like he was holding himself back from touching you.
The silence stretched between the two of you. The air was thick with tension and filled with something neither of you could dare describe.
“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he murmured, his voice rough, pleading. “And I’ll let you go.”
Your fists dropped on your side. You should lie. You should lie and say the words that would make him leave.
You should say it. That this was wrong, that you didn’t want to betray your best friend by going after his brother.
But you didn’t.
Because despite knowing better—you wanted him too.
All you could do was do was look up at him, eyes burning with the truth you couldn’t escape.
You didn’t say a word.
And that silence was your answer.
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part 5 in the works.
He's obsessed with your voice. He loves the way you whimper and struggle to get the words out. He loves to ask you what you want and refuses to do anything until you beg for him.
He's buried deep inside of you, barely holding himself up over you, panting heavily. He looks down at the pretty faces you're making and he thinks the only thing that would make it better is the sound of your voice.
"Tell me what you want, baby" he breathes in your ear, dropping his head down to your neck. You can feel his chain, cold on your warm skin, and it makes you whine and arch up into him. "I asked you something, sweetheart" he hums leaning back down to press kiss over your chest.
"Please" is all you're able to stutter out at first and it makes him smile into your skin as he lifts his head to condescendingly shake it at you.
"How am I supposed to know what to do if you won't tell me?" there's a pout on his face, you know he's mocking you but you still lean up to kiss him. He indulges you for a few seconds before pulling away and raising his eyebrow at you and that's when you realise he's serious; he really won't move until you tell him exactly what you want.
"please fuck me" you whine, you know it won't be enough for him but you hope it is because if he doesn't move in the next thirty seconds you feel you might combust.
"That's a good start, sweetheart, but it's not quite enough" he chuckles at your responding whine and buries his head into you neck because he's struggling to hide the fact that not moving is affecting him too. "how do you want me to fuck you. tell me how you want it"
"please, just fuck me. fuck me hard. fuck me so hard you break the bed, bite me, spank me, I don't care just please fuck me" He lets out an elated laugh, this is exactly what he wants to hear. He leans in to kiss you and ends up muffling the sob you let out when he finally starts moving. it's intense and it makes you dizzy, you're beyond coherent words at this point. You can't even think straight. He feels so good inside you that you almost go delirious. You instinctively grab at his skin, raking your nails over his shoulder blades and he bites down on the closest patch of skin available to him in response. He loves being able to get you like this, he loves listen to you break like this. You and the pretty noises you make are all his to enjoy.
haikyuu: atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, ryuunosuke tanaka, keishin ukai, kei tsukishima
#CNC !
;feat. xiao, scaramouche, itto, zhongli/afab!reader
;cw. consensual non-consent, mentions of safewords being in place, fear play, pain play, squirting, size kink, somnophilia, AFTERCARE INCLUDED <3
— a/n. hehehehe
all characters presumed to be 18+
minors do not interact.
requests open!
! XIAO
cw. fear play, somnophilia, a lil bit of soft!xiao peeks thru
a heavy pressure on your body is what roused you from your comforting sleep. cracking your eyes open, you were greeted with the same pitch blackness as when you first laid down.
the body on top of you moved and you felt warm breath fan over your face and squirmed, trying to turn around to look at your lover but a heavy hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively pinning you down.
"x-xiao...?" you whisper, "what're you doing...?"
"shut up," he hisses, making your eyes widen at the gruff, cold tone he so easily spits out.
you squirm some more but he keeps you pinned with his weight. he shifts and in the silence of the room, you can hear his heavy breathing. the shuffling of clothing alerts you to his intentions and you feel a shiver of both excitement and fear rush through your system.
"stay still," he commands, meanly yanking your panties down your thighs, making sure to drag his nails down your skin to make you whimper in pain.
"xiao...wait..." your breathing picks up, both anxiety and anticipation surging when he lewdly spots on his cock, slick sounds alerting you to the way he lives himself up with it. vivid images of your boyfriend stroking his own cock pop into your mind and your cunt clenches pathetically.
then you feel the heat of him pressing against you and cry out, "wait! y-you can't-"
the grip on your neck moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful for leverage before he's stuffing his entire cock into in one harsh thrust.
your entire body locks up and the tears that had been slowly welling in your eyes fall.
it hurts.
a soft hand smooths down the length of your spine and you finally let out the breath you had been holding. xiao remains still, his heavy breathing still prominent as he patiently waits for you to relax and adjust to him.
"xiao..." you whine, reaching behind you to press your hand against his stomach, pushing him away with trembling fingers.
"quit cryin'" he snaps, slapping your hand away before, in the blink of an eye, he begins hammering into you.
you wail, desperately trying to push yourself away from him, squirming and kicking as the pain and pleasure both overwhelm your poor body.
"stop moving!" he snarls, louder than he'd been all night.
the fear you feel in that moment is palpable and you find yourself mindlessly obeying him, going limp.
"just take it," he hisses, "you fight all the time and now you're whining...can't take this little bit of pain? hm? are you that weak, human?"
there's a subtle change in the angle to works his hips and your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he swings his hips down and prods that sweet, gummy spot inside you.
you gush and cream around him, body twitching and your mouth hangs open in pure pleasure as he works your body expertly.
"see?" he coos, "you are weak. right here is where you're weakest," you can practically hear the gleeful grin on his face when he slowly and carefully rolls his hips to prod that spot again.
your body meanly twitches at the feeling and you babble out another nonsensical cry of his name that only makes him laugh.
"now cum," he commands, "let me feel how a little human cums when they're forced,"
your feet kick against the bed and you scramble for something to hold onto, settling on the sheets on either side of your head. he works his hips even faster, forcing you to fly over the edge.
your body, wound taut and high, shakes with the force of it. he finally lets go of your hair and grips your hips, lifting them ever so slightly off the bed so he can fuck you to his own high.
the whole time, you're left cumming and cumming around him until he finally spills into you and you both fall still.
your cunt continues to clench and drool around his softening cock until he can't take it anymore and has to pull out.
he leans over your body again, but this time it's to press a kiss to your temple.
"xiao..." you whimper but he shushes you immediately, shaking his head when you turn your head to peek up at him.
"just take a minute..." he whispers, choosing to lay beside you, rubbing your back to soothe the trembles that still consume you, "it's alright, just breathe..."
! SCARAMOUCHE
cw. choking, degredation, pain play, slapping , threats, tiny blood warning, in front of an audience hehe...who he kills afterwards lmao
the various gazes burned into you, only adding onto the complete shame you felt as scaramouche bullied his cock into you. a firm, cold hand wrapped around your throat, keeping yo upright and completely exposed to the audience watching your humiliation.
"look at them," he spits, "all of them watching you. getting off on this -- watching you get raped. they're loving it. why don't you cry for help? hm? surely someone will..."
you open your mouth, fully ready to take him up on that but the grip on your throat immediately tightens, cutting off any words you were ready to speak. he laughs low in your ear.
"so fucking stupid," he whispers, "i won't let anyone take you away from me, not until i'm finished with you."
tears drip down your cheeks and you gasp when he loosens his grip, grumbling about how he doesn't want you to pass out just yet.
he's completely clothed, only his hat discarded and his cock tugged free. but you, on the other hand, are completely bare.
everyone can see the way you drip down your own thighs and the way your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts. he has your back to his chest, allowing a complete view of your bruised body. bloody little lines are visible in random places from where he would randomly dig his nails into you just to hear you scream and cry.
with his free hand, he reached up and cruelly slapped your breast, grinning when he heard little moans from his audience members at the action.
of course sick freaks like them would enjoy it. enjoy a sweet little thing like you to be hurt and abused. hell, he was enjoying doing it.
your body was warm and smelled so sweet, he couldn't deny how lucky he was to have you there for him to torture.
"why are you so wet?" he hisses, loud enough for everyone to hear. their eyes all move to where your poor little cunt is being stuffed full, watching the way you drool and cream around him, "you like this, huh? like everyone watching you be forced to take cock? repulsive little thing you are."
you sob, twitching in his arms as you grow closer to your high. his grip on your throat tightens, making your head rush.
your orgasm crashes through you, your body twitching and trembling as you do. he holds you against him, teeth gritted while his grip on your throat tightened until you fell completely limp, unconscious.
when you woke back up, you were fully clothed and in bed. sitting up, you looked around, finding scaramouche freshly showered and getting dressed. in front of the mirror.
he glances at you through the reflection and turned to properly look at you, "you're awake. how do you feel?"
"tired..." you answer, laying back when he urges you to with gentle hands, "how are you?"
he hums, shaking his head, sitting on the edge dog the bed. he lets you tug him down so you can wrap your arms around him.
"you did good," he whispers, "i'm going to take care of the witnesses."
he leaves you a fleeting kiss on the lips before he's out the door.
as much as he enjoyed the scene and the rush that came with it -- there was no way he could leave those that enjoyed your torment alive. he wouldn't stand for it.
! ITTO
cw. size kink, orgasm denial, squirting, praise
your boyfriend was big. but what's more he was big and dumb. even more dangerous; big and dumb with a huge cock that he knew exactly how to use.
it was always too much to take but after years of practice, you'd gotten used to it. even though you were still a "big baby" about it, as he would say.
he'd taken to using your gained tolerance and crybaby tendencies to force you upon his cock for his own pure enjoyment.
"stop...!" you cry, reaching forward to press against the dangerous swing hips, "itto! stop! i-i don't want it!"
"yes you do," he coos, "if you didn't, you wouldn't be making this mess..."
you shamefully glance at his length and can't help but moan at the sight -- a creamy ring wrapped around the thickest part of him in the middle. your poor little cunt was spread painfully wide to accommodate the intimidating cock your lover possessed.
"no..." you pitifully whimper, slumping against the bed with a shuddering sigh.
"you know that's not what i want to hear..." he whispers, eyes still glued to where he continued to try to bully his cock into you.
you reminded yourself of the little word you needed to say to make it stop. but when he shifted and another inch slipped into you, it flew right out of your head and all you could think was 'more'.
"stop..." is all that comes out of your mouth and your boyfriend grins, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light from the window.
"that's what i thought..." he says, gritting his teeth as he shifts his grip to under your knees, completely folding you up so your entire lower half lifts off the bed. the change in angle alerts you to what he plans and you find yourself holding your breath.
"now be good," he whispers, voice tender and sweet, "you can do it, take it all. don't run from it, little one...you've done so well....all that cryin' for nothin'..."
he had been working you open for the better half of an hour, stretching your poor, tiny cunt little by little. it was brutal and mind-numbing. he offered no attempts to make you cum no matter how close he knew you got.
despite that, you found yourself cumming around him even when he wasn't moving at all -- the simple, pure stretch he gave you was all you needed to fall over the edge. which is how the creamy, sticky mess that covered his cock got there to begin with.
it was hell.
but now you find yourself bracing for everything to finally come together. little spikes of fear grip you and you tearfully look up at him, eyes wide and glassy while he merely gives you a crooked grin.
he loved that look, the fear and anticipation that filled your gaze. you want him so badly but you know it's going to be too much and you'll be lucky if he doesn't fuck you to the point of unconsciousness.
"p-please..." you sniffle. he cocks his head, wondering if you've finally given up your little act only to shake his head when you utter, "don't..."
he shifts his stance and before you can blink, he swings his hips down, burying his whole length balls deep. he lets out a loud moan, cursing through gritted teeth as he's forced to hold you down when you buck and scream as you're forced to take all of his monstrous length at once.
your eyes roll back and your whole body twitches as you squeal, "no! c-cummin'! i'm cummin'! 's too much! too big! nonono-"
itto's eyes roll back in his head as he feels you gush around him, squirting a complete mess all over him and yourself until it's dripping down his balls. he uses his pure strength to hold you down and force you to cream around him. the sight and feeling is too much for him and he finds himself spilling into you with a surprised grunt.
he finally lets you go and you immediately squirm away, slamming your legs shut as you tremble on the bed. cute little sniffles and sobs come from you as you slowly come down from the intense high.
he shuffles forwards you, flopping down on the bed before hugging you close to him, sweet kisses to the top of your head helping you relax against him.
! ZHONGLI
cw. size kink, mean!zhongli w/ soft!zhongli at the end, riding, slapping, fingering
working your hips, you couldn't help but sob at the burning in your thighs as you slowly rode your boyfriend. he sat spread beneath you, a glare in his eyes as he watched you pathetically hump him cock.
"is this the best you can do, little one?" he asks, voice deep and lacking any warmth. it makes you flinch and hang your head, "humans really are so weak, aren't they?"
"i-i don't wanna anymore," you sniffle, moving to get off him but he quickly grabs your waist and forces you to sit completely. you cry out and go to grab his hands, "t-too deep! ah! it hurts!"
"you're not running away...are you?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, "i got home after a long day, just wanting to rest and relax but i couldn't...because a certain little mortal," he spits to word like he was disgusted, grabbing your cheeks to force you to look at him, "was begging for me to make them feel good. but now that you have to do the work, you plan to leave me here unfulfilled?" he clicks his tongue, shaking his head, "that just won't do, little one."
despite the way you squirm and cry, attempting to pop off of his long cock, you both know you're dripping a complete mess around him.
"now...why don't you continue...before i leave and find another little human who will be more than happy to do the work?" his words drive a stake into your heart and you sniffle.
he waits, watching you weigh your options -- you could do as you're told and continue or you could utter that one word that would end it all. but you decide against it -- despite the ache in your heart and thighs, you want to see how this plays out. and it feels much too good to actually stop.
so you place your trembling hands on his shoulders and slowly lift yourself up before dropping back down. he removes his hands from your hips and drapes them over the back of the couch with a sigh.
despite the tight, wet heat encompassing his cock, he looks completely bored -- unimpressed and like he could go soft at any moment.
"is this the best you can do?" he snaps, "absolutely pathetic. why am i wasting my time giving my cock to someone who doesn't even appreciate it?"
you whimper, resting your forehead against his neck, wanting just a little bit of his warmth and comfort to keep you going. luckily, he easily picks up on your cues and presses a little kiss to your head, allowing you to hear the subtle sigh of pleasure he releases.
you do your best to pick up the pace but you tire out again after a moment and let out a humiliated cry when he laughs at you. he grabs your hair, yanking your face out of his neck to cruelly slap you across the cheek.
"absolutely pathetic," he sighs, despite his cruel words, theyre said in such a lovely way that you can't help but clench around him, "shall i do the work then? since you can't seem to do anything on your own?"
you don't answer and he scoffs, quickly shifting so he's laying on his back with you on top of him. he lifts his legs and grips your waist, glaring at you from beneath you.
"just remember, you did this to yourself..."
before you can properly process his warning, he's hammering up into you. you nearly shriek with the pain of him slamming against your cervix. the force of his thrusts knocking you down.
all you can do is hold onto him, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you with inhuman force.
"i-it hurts!" you wail, "s-stop! please!"
he completely ignores you, grunting and groaning as he gets closer and closer to his high. you continue to babble and cry, begging him to stop and that it hurts but he holds you against him until he finally spills inside you with an almost relieved moan.
you're left trembling and crying into his chest as he pants, petting your hair and kissing the top of your head until you finally look at him.
his gaze is soft and sweet, allowing you to relax against him again. he thumbs away your tears and sighs, sitting up.
you whine when he shifts you in his lap, tapping your chin to make you look at him.
"did you cum?" he asks, smiling when you shake your head, "would you like to?"
you think about it for a moment and finally nod. he shifts you again so your back is to his chest, his hand dipping between your legs to find the gooey mess there.
he avoids your entrance, knowing the soreness is already probably setting in, and settle for soft little circles on your clit.
you sigh in pleasure, relaxing against him as he works you closer and closer.
"it's alright, little one," he whispers, "you can cum for me, i've got you."
at his sweet, loving words and under his tender touches, you twitch and cum with a soundless cry. he works you through the high and lets you relax against him, wrapping his arms around you.
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Baby You're a Star
Art in the banner by Kerravi on x!
Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader
Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!? WC this chap- 11.5k (longestt)
Warnings- WOW this chap has it all, heed the warnings - filming porn masturbation ( m) oral (m and f receiving) spit kink HIGH KEY, mentions of cum, multiple rounds, switching positions, size kink, swallowing (M and F) explicit sex, feral Gojo, squirting, mating press, tummy bulges, lots of fucking goddamn- Gojo is whipped mutual pining, obsessive Gojo. Angsty asf in places, lots of jealousy
A/N- Taglist closed- This was so smut filled I took MULTIPLE breaks aha, maybe my most smut filled one ever? don't read in public actually - please comment/rb if you enjoy <3
<<<Chapter Two - Masterlist- Playlist- Chapter Four>>> (coming soon)
Chapter Three
You can’t escape the desire you have, even in your dreams.
Waking up cumming was not just new, it was ridiculous, and you didn’t even know that happened until this morning. Waking up with your cunt throbbing around nothing, and gushing arousal, as your dream was filled with Satoru kissing you, fucking into you with that thick, huge cock, hitting spots deep inside that felt real even in your dreams.
That’s it, sweetheart, cum all around my cock, hmm? Lemme feel her- there you go, baby.
That had done too much to your sleeping brain apparently, because you couldn’t stop cumming either, crying out and whining when you’d touched your cunt and felt the slick coating everything. After shaking violently from it, you’d peeked and seen a good morning text from him, all while you had to go get cleaned up, trying to compose yourself before you texted back.
Jenna calls now, shaking you out of your reverie, and the two of you plan lunch the next day. “You’re having dinner with him?”
“Yeah, but as a… friend?”
“Oh baby, you’re too cute.” You sigh, leaning back as you stir up some dough for cookies you were baking later, the sunlight filtering in through the little kitchen window you have open wide. You peer out into the sky, thinking it’s not as pretty as Satoru’s eyes.
“I do really feel things, but Jenna I can’t not be near him, if it’s as a friend, then it’s as a friend.” Jenna sighs louder than you did. “Are we having a sighing contest?”
“I’ll win any loud moan contest, but your sighs are cuter.”
“Jenna!”
You both laugh then, and a beep sounds on your phones. “Ah, looks like he’s going to stream. Gonna go watch your friend?”
“You’re an instigator. Maybe.” She giggles again, as you finish preheating the oven, scooping the dough onto the parchment paper.
“Be careful, you’re a grown woman, and things change, but don’t forget yourself, okay?” You pause then, emotions catching in your throat at her words. “I’m not trying to be the ‘mom’ I swear.”
“I know, Jenna. I love you, see you soon?” You end the call after she says goodbye, popping the cookies in the oven and turning them on. You set up your laptop, deciding to do some work for the weekend on a project your friend hired you for, but the temptation of seeing Satoru keeps nagging at your mind.
The man certainly has a pretty cock, but you think it’s the way he looks at the camera that fucks you up, it’s probably why he’s so good at it, his job. And he clearly enjoyed it, even though you know he was having a little difficulty with the last shoot, perhaps he prefers solo lately? To think you had anything to do with that was foolish, so you wouldn’t allow the thought.
The timer beeps, you stand up and stretch, turning off the timer and oven then, grabbing a bright red oven mitt and pulling out the sheet pan, smelling delectable, the steam hot and rising, scent filling your nostrils. You loved to bake, especially when you were stressed, and you suppose you were, having feelings for a man currently stroking his cock for the camera was conflicting at best.
You keep trying to tell yourself that it’s not feelings, that you’re inexperienced and confused, but you know you’re lying to yourself. You eye that silver laptop again, remembering the last time, the image of him sucking his own cum off his fingers is burned deep, a core memory at this fucking point. You shake it off, then sigh, giving into temptation.
You’d just tip him a hundred again to be supportive, you tip Jenna all the time, it’s fine, it’s something a friend can do.
Right?
You log in to the onlyfans platform, the black and blue OF making you just a bit nervous, clicking on the stream then, taking several breaths as you click on it. Fully prepared to be soaking wet, the sight that greets you is not Satoru stroking his cock, it’s another woman, her thighs spread, while Satoru runs circles on her clit. She’s propped on his lap, her head against his bare collarbones, moaning.
Your heart shatters then, and it shouldn’t, no you’re so stupid!
You are Satoru’s friend, and it was your choice to check his stream, to tip and be supportive but ultimately you know what you potentially signed up for. You saw him with Jenna, and for whatever reason that had not bothered you- maybe because it was before he touched you, looked at you like that.
The girl in front of him has two of his fingers shoved deep as he has her feet propped up on his thighs while you blink away stupid tears that shouldn’t exist, there’s no anger but there’s so much jealousy you shock yourself. You’re a girl’s girl, you’re supportive, what is this!? You’d like to rip her right off his lap, and you hate yourself for it right now.
You shake it off, looking away as the cookies fill your home with the sweet scent of sugar and chocolate. It should be a cheery morning, but you can’t even focus on anything but the conflict in your heart. You stare back again, hearing Satoru’s soft, husky voice, watching all the comments in the chat while he grips one of her breasts in his big hand.
Her head falls forward, and the way you vividly imagine it being you instead has you heating up, in more ways than excitement, embarrassment - you’d never be that girl for him, you wish you could be that way. But Satoru and you together felt too special, especially to share, how could you fall when this was your idea!?
You can’t be upset.
You take a breath, shutting your eyes and looking away as his voice resonates through the laptop’s speakers, echoicing in the quiet. If you were crazy enough you’d say it sounded different than with you, that he let go more, that you were even wetter when he touched you, but you’re starting to think you’re delusional.
“So, we wanna hit this spot right here, for any men watching, you’re gonna curl up here, that spot feels good, doesn’t it honey?” Your jaw sets, swiping tears from under your glasses now.
“Ah, y-yes Gojo!” Her moan echoes too much, he pauses then, the squelching of her cunt stops, it’s all quiet as he just stares at the camera like he’s staring at you, his lips parted, eyes widening just a bit, but there’s no way.
You’ve lost it.
You tip him the hundred as you’d intended to, quickly shutting your laptop and damn near hyperventilating. What’s wrong with you!? His job is to fuck women, so you saw him touching one, what do you expect? The man had a gang bang scene just yesterday, and dinner with you tonight. You have to shove it all down then, you have to remember what he does.
It didn’t mean it wasn’t special though, for you.
Did he do things off camera with-
Stop it!
The phone rings a few minutes later and you just stare at it, lost in your own head, wishing you could compartmentalize it so much better, that you could separate the two. You were so stupid for engaging and knowing, but at the same time, to not have Satoru seems like something you can’t compute, even if it is just as a friend, even if you can’t be sexual.
Maybe you read it all wrong, that night.
Satoru calls again, shaking out his hand as his co star is now fucking herself quite expertly on a dildo, since Satoru can’t get hard for anything - it’s worse today than yesterday - he decided to turn it into a guided masturbation video. At least his fucking fingers still work, despite jerking off to you so much his cock is raw, remembering your lips surrounding it.
Even fingering her he’s picturing your pussy, fuck he wants to just bury his face in it again, he knows the two of you are ‘friends’ or whatever the fuck this was, but it’s exceedingly difficult when it’s affecting him like this. He keeps wondering if you all sleep together, will it make it worse or better? Was he all in his head, as if you would go for someone like him if he did date.
What was he thinking lately?
He saw your name in the stream and his stomach had dropped - and why, you’re just a friend, it was fine if you wanted to see a bit of a stream and tip, he knows it is to be supportive. You’re supportive and sweet, so sweet, god your taste and scent still haunt him, he’s been dying to see you tonight, in any capacity, but when he saw the name he felt awful.
He only wants to fuck you, touch you, but he has a career and commitments, to get her to agree to this instead of fucking was already difficult and he was slowly losing it as his cock kept refusing to work. Even if he could get it up, he didn’t like the idea of fucking someone else at all, after the debacle of a gang bang yesterday. But even touching someone was doing nothing for him.
Now he saw you leave so quickly, and decided to gently smack his co star’s ass, smiling as he bent her over, murmuring he needs a break. She eagerly took over the spotlight, the opportunity was a huge one for her anyway as a smaller star. Satoru keeps staring at your picture, sighing as he notices the little reflections in your glasses, touching the screen softly.
You saw him touching someone, did you care, did it bother you-
Why is he thinking like this!?
He calls again, and you answer, much to his relief, as his hands let go of the bathroom counter he’d gripped too tightly. “Hey Satoru, sorry I popped in, I thought it was um… you…”
“Jerking off?” He finishes the sentence, leaning back against his wall and shutting his eyes.
“Yeah, I didn’t know you did um… shoots at home. You should get back to it, why are you calling me, silly? Looks like um… you were, ah… doing… good.” You’re breaking out every voice, cursing yourself quietly, why can’t you just speak? You’re shoving it all down, trying not to cry - there’s no reason to!
“Ah, yeah I thought I’d try to teach people how to make women cum, they fail often you know.” He tries to make it light, as his stomach clenches, a sick feeling when he hears your forced laugh.
“That’s very true. Someone should give you a Nobel prize for this work.” He snorts then, as the laughter becomes a little more genuine. “No you’re amazing at that. Why not show them how?”
“You thought I was amazing, hmm?” His tone changes, cock throbbing when he just hears your sigh, picturing you vividly in his mind, while the sounds of his co-star echo, moans and squelching wetness that does nothing for him.
Didn’t he used to enjoy all of this?
“You know I thought that.” Your heart pounds, you have to remember, Satoru is amazing and just because you’re hurt, you can’t be mad or upset at him. He’s not yours in any way, even if you’re starting to wish he was. “Isn’t your co-star waiting?”
“She’s occupying herself fine. It’s not… sex…” Because I can’t get hard unless it’s you. “It’s just a tutorial.”
“Oh,” your relief shouldn’t exist, you shouldn’t care, but to hear that does make you slump over just a bit, before taking a breath. “Do you want to do dinner another day, it’s already four-”
“No, no!” Satoru panics then, since when does smooth pornstar Satoru freak the fuck out and act desperate? “I mean, no. I want to see you tonight. I have time to shower and get there.”
He wants to wash any of this girl off, frantically actually, he wants you all over him, even if it’s just him pleasing you more. But moreso, even if you just wanted to have dinner and that was it, he’d be happy, though the thought of fucking you with his fingers while you eat dessert is insanely tempting, making his tip drool precum quite annoyingly as he glares in the mirror.
“Okay good, I was looking forward to it.” Your whisper is soft and genuine, as he sees the red on his cheeks, the black pupils, just thinking of you shifts his entire face.
Fuck.
“I’ll start getting ready, I think it’s time you see I can get dressed up.” You tease softly, swiping stupid tears and trying to plaster a bright smile on your face as you stare in your mirror. Your eyes are puffy, the color drained from your face, lips trembling - just seeing that has affected your entire face, taking off your glasses so you don’t even have to look at yourself for a moment.
“I bet you’re gonna kill me, you look so pretty any time I see you,” his voice is hoarse, as he spills the vulnerable truth, and the two of you shut your eyes, leaning against your bathroom counters. “But I’m excited to see you dolled up.”
“Are you, Satoru?” You try to hide the insecurities haunting you, hearing his sexy, heavy sigh on the other line.
“Very excited. I’ll see you soon, sweets.”
The two of you hang up and you sigh, eyeing the clock now - you have about two hours to get ready, and you’re so nervous your palms are sweaty and numb. It may just be two ‘friends’ having dinner, but you want to shove that image back you just saw, and focus, and try to look beautiful tonight.
Satoru’s own hands are numb, as he curses, slamming a hand on his forehead, unable to think of anything but you, barely able to pull himself together. When he walks out, Suguru is there, nibbling in the kitchen, raising a brow at him. “You good, Satoru?”
“Fine, I… you wanna finish that for me?” He gestures to the room, while Suguru sips down water. “I think I have a kind of date or something.”
“A date!? Huh?” Satoru just looks away, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I don’t think it’s a date, it’s friends or something? Maybe... I don’t know. Is dinner a date if it's not with a costar?” Suguru rolls his violet eyes, sighing as he washes his hands now, patting them dry with a paper towel.
“You’re acting weird as fuck lately, that cute little good girl got you simping?” Satoru scoffs, rolling his blue eyes now.
“Suguru, just do me a solid.” Satoru pouts, earning Suguru’s scoff.
“Fine, fine, but you owe me one.” Suguru and Satoru enter the room, as Satoru eases the transition, the notes in the chat are going insane, he can’t help but exhale in relief, before pausing at the thought.
Was there some way to save his malfunctioning dick?
*****
Satoru whistles when he meets you at the restaurant that evening, running just a little late, you're sitting there nibbling on your thumb, peering at the menu when he arrives. Your eyes light up behind a different pair of glasses, these have cute red rims, matching the red dress you're wearing that's making him ache.
He hasn't seen you in something like this, not that you weren't always pretty, but when you stand up and he sees how it fits your body it almost takes him everything to hold back. Vividly picturing bending you right over that table and fucking you in front of the entire restaurant, gripping the red shimmery fabric that drapes across every line and curve of that body.
He can't form a word, notoriously known for never shutting up, but he can't think of anything to say, when you shyly look down, hands fidgeting in front of your lap, and he’s standing there sputtering. It’s awkward even, until the waitress comes up and smiles over at Satoru, gesturing to a seat, saying - ‘This must be the friend you were waiting for!’
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting, you look beautiful.” He says finally, pressing a kiss to your cheek, feeling it heat up against his lips. You shake your head with a sweet turn of your lips, kissing his cheek in turn.
“You’re fine, Satoru, I still haven’t learned LA time.” He chuckles at that just a bit, sitting across from you now, before deciding to sit next to you instead, shoulders brushing together.
“This feels more comfy? It feels all formal the other way.”
“Does it feel too… date like?” He falters then, because that was not it, but the doubt has crept in on your face, when the waitress asks you all for your order, and he has to blink back the confusion. “What do you suggest?”
“Want me to order for you?” You nod shyly, god the submissive nature of you makes him ache in way too many ways, knowing how perfect of a girl you’d be for him in every aspect. “We’ll have this,” he says, pointing to the menu now. “And bring two glasses of champagne please.”
“Are we celebrating?” You tease, handing the waitress the menu, Satoru chuckles a bit, shaking his head while you take in how handsome he looks, brushing your fingers against his suit jacket. “You look so good, Satoru.”
“Thank you, sweets.” He holds your hand then, fuck it feels too good, pressing it against the dark red suit jacket that truly only he could pull off, black button down shirt left open, showing enough of his chest to make anyone die over. Your eyes look at it now, a few of the chains he wears resting along the strong muscles, settling between his collarbones. “You’re making me look bad, wearing in that dress.”’
“No way!”
“Absolutely, you are. You’re so pretty, fuck…” He’s brushing back a tendril, as you eye him, that look that drives him insane, the look that’s ruined him since he met you. He tries to smirk, to act calm, teasing, “I look that good?”
“Yes, shit. Sorry.” He laughs softly, shaking his head when you pull your hand back gently.
“We match, great minds you know.”
“Indeed, we clearly coordinated telepathically!” He laughs then, and it's just like that first night, when you and him just hit it the fuck off. It’s comfortable, it’s fun - so fun - that people smile at the two of you, as you laugh like friends for years. It’s how it feels, like you’ve known him, a way you can’t explain.
But you wished it was just the friendliness, not the heat in your tummy when he wipes a droplet of clear, bubbly champagne from his plump lips, if every time his thigh brushed yours you didn’t melt. Someone comes up then, a really pretty girl, and you feel Satoru stiffen a bit, making you tense, sipping on the tart champagne and averting your eyes a bit.
“Gojo, it's been what, a year?!” He smiles with ease, standing and kissing her cheek, hugging her tightly.
“It has been, shit, how you been?” It’s all very Hollywood, their exchange, you feel you’ll never figure it out, the two years you’ve been here after relocating and you still couldn’t get being kissy on everyone.
It makes you think of him earlier, his fingers in that-
Stop that!
He’s saying your name you errantly realize, you plaster on a smile as she looks at you curiously, eyeing you up and down. “Co-star?”
“No, no, she’s my friend. She’s a good girl.” He winks down at you, and she giggles then, holding her hand out.
“It’s awesome to meet you!”
“You too. Are you um…”
“A former co-star, yeah. Satoru is the best in the industry.” Ah, so she fucked him, too. You want to be petty and scowl and you hate yourself for it more.
You never, ever are like this.
You never have been.
She’s touching his shoulder and making you sick, when your eyes catch a familiar face, a man standing with a group of other men, smiling over at you, he’s one of your co-workers that is always working. You wave at him while Satoru finishes his conversation, and he adjusts his tan jacket, touching the arm of one of the men, letting them go as he walks to you.
You tense just a bit, while the girl finally leaves, and Satoru’s sitting next to you once more, as his phone rings. He turns it off, jaw tensing when a blond man takes your hand and bends down at the waist, like some old school gentleman, pressing a kiss to the back of your delicate wrist, the pretty bracelet slides down your arm as he does it, and he watches your blush.
The fuck.
He was trying his best to get that girl to go on, so he could get back to talking to you, but now some random guy has your attention, and Satoru doesn’t like it, not one fucking bit. “Nanami, this is Satoru.”
“Nanami, huh?” He leans back, flipping off his phone again, you look at him curiously.
“Need to grab that?” You ask, and he shakes his head, swiping it off once more, ignoring his manager while this Nanami guy eyes you behind green glasses.
“You look stunning, is that alright to say?” You giggle again, Satoru glares at you, how dare you giggle at him!?
He told you that you looked beautiful. Did you giggle?
He wants to punch this smirking man in the face.
What’s wrong with him!?
“Thank you, Nanami, I guess you don’t see me too dressed up at work, huh? You always dress so well.”
“Oh stop, you’re flattering me. And this is your…” He trails off, looking at Gojo, who has to wipe the glare off his face for a moment.
Say it, Satoru.
More than a friend.
You look at him then, as if you’re waiting for him to say that, to say something, while Nanami’s lips quirk up just a bit, making Satoru want to smack him again. He takes a breath, smiling then instead of glaring, but his hand is on the small of your back. “We’ve become close friends, very quickly.”
“Oh? I’ve known her for a long time,” Nanami says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. You look at Satoru, whose phone starts ringing again, and he curses, rolling his blue eyes. “Need to take that?”
“It’s my manager, they have horrible timing. I’ll be right back.” He murmurs, you smile understandingly, while his manager trips on him about earlier.
He knows his dick doesn’t work, and now he knows he hates touching anyone, but he doesn’t know how to explain it to anyone when he has no fucking clue why this is happening. He’s obsessed with a sweet, shy little thing that is currently getting hit on by a dude buffer than him.
Maybe he’d be good for you.
Satoru is too petty to admit it though, glaring instead while his manager goes on and on. “Listen, I get it, you need content.”
“We need you with women, a lot of your viewers are men, they’re not gonna tune in to watch you solo. Find someone that works for you, I don’t care who at this point, but we’re just not gonna make profit if you keep turning down roles. Or, I heard, you shoved a girl off on Geto.”
“I didn’t… shove her off, I just…” Satoru frowns again, the blond man is sitting next to you in the other seat, your eyes are on Satoru however they turn away when he catches your gaze.
He just wants to fuck you right in front of that fucking man now. God, if you would be interested in starring in something, you’d make bank, it’s not just his obsession, your pussy is the prettiest one he’s seen. Your tits, your body, they’re all so sexy, and your pretty face with those glasses? You’d kill any sexy nerd shoot there was.
“Satoru!”
Shit.
He can’t get the vision of you in some slutty ass librarian outfit from running through his head.
“Yeah, I got it. I’ll try to get something going, I mean I was gonna do a solo tonight anyway.”
“That’s fine, but remember you’re a lot more than just Onlyfans. You’re a star, Satoru, that comes with a certain level of appearances. So whatever is going on, you gotta get it together, or we’re both not making shit.” He sighs, leaning back against the wall now, eyes going back to you, giggling at something he’s said.
He’s too close to you.
Why does he mind so much?
“I’ll get a shoot done.” The words feel horrible, the thought of fucking anyone else just seems like an impossibility, and he doesn’t know how to compute it in his mind.
What did you do?
“Alright, I expect some video with a woman - not with Suguru. Though…”
“I’m not fucking Suguru.” He chuckles as people look at him a bit, running a hand through his white locks. “He is pretty but not my type.”
“He’s gonna be your type if you turn down every other actress.”
“Ugh.”
“Mmhmm, talk to you later.” He hangs up, frowning at his phone, trying to gather himself before he does something so stupid, jealousy filling him and for what?
You’re talking. You’re not his. He had his fingers buried in a girl this morning, why does he care if you did anything? He knows you’re not that girl, though, but you choose to be with him. It makes him feel far, far more special than he’d admit, the fact that you want him, that you trust him. Was he mistaking the look in your eyes, was it just desire there?
“If you are single, would you mind a date sometime? I haven’t had so much fun talking in a long time.” Nanami says softly, making you look down shyly, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks from the soft lights hanging above you in the dimly lit, pretty restaurant. “Am I too bold?”
“No, no. I just haven’t been on a date in forever.” Satoru feels like he’s been punched in the chest as he hears, nearing the table and acting like he didn’t wanna yank you to him and kiss you then and there.
But he chose to tell him you’re friends, that’s what you were, a friend he wants to fuck all night in every position imaginable. Then lick his own cum out of your cunt, abused from his cock, and fuck you all morning. God he can’t stop thinking about them all, have you dragged on his face, his hands on your waist, let you ride his mouth till he couldn’t breathe.
Real fucking friendly.
Satoru’s hands grip and release while he hears your answer, “I will think about it, Mr. Nanami, it may be fun.”
That’s almost a yes.
Fuck.
“Think about what?” He asks with a smile, leaned back in the booth, a hand brushing your bare thigh under the table, where your dress had slid up from you sitting, he feels it tense while he drags his fingertips across it, eyeing you then.
Was Satoru trying to confuse you more? You look at him again, some toxic part of you that you don’t recognize wants him to claim you, what the fuck was that!? You have never been that way, you’ve never been a lot of things until you met this blue-eyed man, however, and even with a handsome Nanami flirting, you can’t get Satoru’s moans out of your mind.
Snap out of it!
“A date with your lovely friend. You two are just friends?” He looks between the two of you now, and Satoru opens his mouth, but what can he say?
It’s what you ‘are’.
Would he be worthy of dating you if he wanted to, when his job was fucking other women? You didn’t deserve that, you deserved to be the only one, fuck you literally had become his one singular, consuming thought. He smiles good naturedly, eyeing you now, watching you bite your lower lip, teeth digging into the plush of it, while your thighs tremble just a bit.
“We just met at a party a few weeks ago, but we are really close. Quickly.” He murmurs.
“Can’t see you partying.” Nanami’s hand comes to touch your other thigh, and for a girl who hasn’t had any in forever, the sensation of two big hands on your thighs is addling your mind. “No offense, darling you seem a little straight laced…” his words are trailed off with his hand squeezing gently.
Satoru scowls at him.
Is he touching you!?
Do you like it?
“I don’t party, it’s true.” You smile now, a hand over his, thumbs brushing his knuckles, while Satoru’s squeezing so hard you wince before he realizes it, letting go of his grip, but the hand staying on your knee. “I think we could go on a date sometime, as long as it doesn’t make work weird.”
“Not at all, all right I’ll leave you two to hang out then,” he stands, holding out a hand for Satoru, he squeezes the shit out of Nanami’s hand with a forced smile, only for Nanami to squeeze tighter. And fuck he’s strong. Then, he takes your hand, murmuring a - “I’ll see you at work, then,” and kissing the back of your hand. “Darling.”
Darling.
Satoru will show him darling.
You giggle, only pissing him off more, nodding shyly, fuck you’re cute even when you’ve made him furious. He’s shared women so many times he can’t count, even girls he got closer to, regular girls that you could almost say he ‘dated’ he’d still regularly bang out with his friends. He’s not possessive in general, he’s open minded and a free spirit.
Or he was!?
“Sounds good, Mr. Nanami.” He hates how you say his name, when the man in the khaki suit and dumbass cheetah tie leaves, finally. “He’s so sweet.”
“Yeah, so sweet.” You look at him then, narrowing your eyes curiously.
“You don’t like him?”
“I don’t know him. Seems boring, pretentious.” You blink in confusion, eyeing the retreating figure walking out, he even waves at you, which you return.
“He doesn’t seem like either to me. Satoru, you said we are just friends, are you worried that we won’t… do all that we do if I date someone?” Your words drop to a quiet murmur, and he sighs.
“Yes I would be very upset if I didn’t get to taste you again, why wouldn’t I be? It’d be a fuckin’ tragedy, sweetheart.” His words are too husky, when he leans against you, turning just so, his fingers slipping up your inner thigh, a side of sweet, nice Satoru you hadn’t seen yet, you almost think he looks…
He can’t be jealous.
Right?
You're delusional.
“I don’t just sleep around, so if we went on a date I wouldn’t do that. But, if I hit it off, and got serious, I wouldn’t continue our… lessons. I can only be with one person at one time.” He tenses then, is he going to lose you before he even gets you? “I don’t care if you do the same, I know it’s your job, but I couldn’t.”
“I’m not fucking anyone right now. My manager is bitching at me about it.” You tilt your head curiously, the chandelier earrings dancing in glittering prisms along your neck as you study him. “I’m having issues on set.”
“Is everything okay?” You ask, concern in your voice now, as he shakes his head. “Satoru, what's wrong?”
“I’m not in a good headspace it seems, the gang bang I failed, and I pushed the girl this morning on Suguru. So if I don’t give my manager something, they’re gonna be pissed. And no money for us if I can’t show up.”
“What’s wrong though, you seemed fine with Jenna in what I watched? Is this a new problem?” God you’re clueless to your effects, aren’t you? You touch his thigh too, instantly making his cock hard, looking down and getting flustered, he feels your heat, just making him harder. “You seem to work fine to me. Are the cameras getting too stressful?”
“I don’t know, but it really is a problem. Do you think… you could help your very handsome, amazing friend out?” You look up at him, curious.
“Help how?”
“Your good video skills, film a hot jerk off stream, good angles? Maybe that will get enough money he’ll chill some until I get over this.” You look away, the images of Satoru stroking his cock are burned in your brain. “Too much?”
“No, no. I can help, I feel I am taking up your time-”
“You’re not.” He cups your face then, turning it to him. “You’re never taking up my time, I enjoy being here. Okay?” You exhale, fuck had you been worried about that!?
How could you not know how badly he craves your presence?
“I feel bad that you’re going through this, is it the lesson?”
“The lesson did bring your taste into my mouth, and maybe no one tastes as sweet, it’s true,” his thumb brushes across your jaw line, smiling at how embarrassed you get then. “I think your taste would help me out.”
“Then, I’ll film you, but I can’t guarantee the quality.”
“It’ll be impeccable.” He raises two fingers, making your mind go to places it shouldn’t, you know another ‘lesson’ or session, or any time at all with Satoru was dangerous.
You’re teetering on the edge of feelings constantly, but you can do this, right, separate the two? He seems so good at it, at being your friend and then doing more, and you almost failed completely. You almost couldn’t say yes to Nanami because you are currently so delusional you think this star is so interested in you for more.
You have to accept him for who he is, no matter what, this was your choice to join his life at all. You take a breath now, trying to flip that switch off, the one that can’t stop thinking how much you’d love to kiss him, every minute of every day. The side that’s upset his fingers were inside someone, you have to throw her aside, and enjoy what’s here while it’s here.
He makes you question so much constantly, like every minute spent under that cerulean gaze brings out a side of you that you never knew of, some inner sexual side that only he can ignite. It’s so beautiful and special, his breath against your lips, you want to press them to yours, but so unsure, was he not about to be affectionate in public with you?
Was this just left for home?
He changes your thoughts when he kisses your forehead, far too sweet, then your cheeks, hot to the touch, down to your nose, making you giggle, relax. “You never ever waste any time.”
“I needed that.” You exhale, kissing his lips quickly as he smiles against your lips, and you pull back quickly. “I’d love to help you out.”
“I’ll make it worth your while, pretty.” His thumb brushes the slick on your upper thigh, right by your panties, watching your lashes flutter shut, as you take a shaky breath. “Come back to my place?”
“For the night or…”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure-”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Satoru’s paying the bill, signing a signature and leaving a hefty tip, then, holding out a hand for you.
“Did you drive here?” You shake your head, and he smiles, snatching up his phone now. “Perfect, I’ll have my driver take us over.”
*****
The second time coming to Satoru’s home was a little different, you were more comfortable, slipping off your heels now, he bends down to help you again, kissing your knees as he does, hands slipping up your thighs. Your hand brushes a lock of his white hair back, the unreal way you feel this comfortable, this drawn to him, makes your heart ache.
You’re so scared you’ll get hurt more, but you can’t stop yourself from being near him, from him looking at you like you’re the only fucking girl there is, are you so delusional?
Just enjoy it.
You close your eyes, sighing as he stands, kissing your lips again, easing your hand bag off your shoulder, brushing his thumbs across the mark it’s left on your shoulder. “Want another drink?”
“Yes please, if I’m going to be a porn director.” He laughs softly, shaking his head and taking off his suit jacket, laying it across the back of a chair when he pulls out the same bottle you’d sipped last time.
“You liked this one, hmm?” You nod, surprised he’d remember, taking the sweet liquid in the crystal glass, fingers brushing now. “Don’t get drunk though, I can’t have a shaky ass camera.”
“So demanding already, you really gonna make it worth my while you say?” You’re trying to tease back, like you can breathe or function in his presence, he just sighs, brushing back your hair behind your ear.
“That and more, sweetheart. We have hardly started doing things together, there is so much I can think of,” his hands slip lower, down the side of your neck, watching the goosebumps raise as he does, sighing at how perfect you look in his kitchen. “So many positions.”
“How many are there!?” He laughs now, at your embarrassed little look, pressing a boop to your nose.
“You’re endlessly adorable. Corruptible.”
“Oh!” He’s taking his own glass now, guiding you by your hand.
“Suguru’s out for the night, so we won’t get interrupted.” He’s leading you to his room, yanking off that black top, pausing as he sets up the ring light and grabs the camera, handing it to you, fingers brushing against each other. “You ready?”
“Ready,” your squeak of an answer makes him pause, taking your free hand, putting it on his bare chest as your heart hammers, trailing the hand lower to his belt and swallowing. “Need help?”
“Yes, I do.”
He needs you.
He’s desperate for you, fuck.
You’ve helped him undress, on your knees on the soft, plush carpet, when you start the stream, and he starts stroking that long, thick length right in front of you, he keeps looking at you, even when you gesture to the camera. He’s moaning, spitting on his tip, making it slicker for his big hand which still can’t come close to covering it, twisting and moving it all for you.
For his fans.
It’s hard to remember them when your cunt throbs, when you’re so overheated you can hardly stand it, and Satoru’s talking, low and hoarse. “Gonna cum so much, fuck…”
When he’s cumming you damn near do just looking, thighs pressing together for that friction, mouth fucking dry when your shaky legs nearly give out, while you come from a lower angle, reading the comments of his spurting cum, shooting up against his silvery happy trail, sticking all over, making you ache to drink it up.
“Fuck, I’ve made a mess, need someone to clean me all up.” Satoru whispers, while you barely are able to hold up the camera any longer, the livestream is avid with questions, namely - who is filming Satoru Gojo? And offers from many viewers to lick every bit of him up.
Satoru should stare at the camera, but he’s looking up into your eyes instead, stroking his cum soaked length slowly, just pumping more cum out of his tip, so much it’s ridiculous, dripped down to his balls and inner thighs. You swallow nervously, tummy clenched with desire, knowing you needed to stay quiet for the stream of curious viewers.
Satoru murmurs cut then, and you do just that, shutting off the feed, and setting down the phone with a shaky hand, clearing your throat. “They loved it I think.”
“C’mere.” He crooks two fingers, and you eagerly obey, walking up to him now, tempting him to no end with the way your eyes drink him in. “On your knees, sweetheart.”
You obey again, eagerly in fact, looking up at him under lowered lashes as his clean hand slips up the side of your pretty neck, then around to the nape of it, entangling in your locks. Your soft whine and shift of your hips are all he needs to know you’re enjoying it, your hands obediently on your thighs, as if waiting for his every order, so sexy he feels his cock twitch back to life.
“Do you want to clean me up?” He asks softly, but the command in his tone is there, you nod and he exhales, tugging you towards him then. “Then do a really good job, sweets. Lick every bit clean like a good girl, and I’ll reward you.”
“I’ll do a good job.” Your whisper wrecks him, as he guides your head down, and you suck him, still hard, into your hot, eager mouth. Your soft whine vibrates around him, his head falling back as your mouth moves.
He can’t help but think of earlier.
A date, you were gonna go on a date, and he hates the idea, no, he fucking detests the idea in fact, the rage alone making him fuck your throat deeper, harder, feeling you gag and choke on him instead of anyone else. He shouldn’t feel possessive over his friend, a friend who’s sucking his cum, who’s swallowing him up, all he can think is his, his, his.
But you weren’t his.
How could you ever be?
Satoru’s never felt anything better than your throat, except he’s a million percent sure your cunt is better, he knows it would suck him up so greedy. When tears fall from your pretty eyes, it’s hotter than any blow job he’s had on set, the eagerness and desperate need to please far surpasses experience, your glasses fogging up when you pull back to take a breath then.
Satoru looks at his slick, spit covered cock, to thin trails of saliva disintegrating between your lips as you pull back, swiping at your lower lip. “How did I do?”
“Perfect.” His whisper is genuine, the words feel too good, you know you should stop, that you already wish he was yours, but you’re too addicted to how those blue eyes make you feel like you’re the only girl there is.
Even if it’s an illusion, a trick of your brain, or a practiced look.
The feeling is too euphoric not to be corrupted by it.
“You did such a good job, look at it, not any cum left. You sucked it all down, so greedy huh?” His hand comes under your chin, squeezing your neck gently yet so possessive, he wants to say it - his - but he knows he can’t. But it’s too easy to teeter off the edge, when your breaths come faster, breasts pressed up in that dress, rising and falling with each one.
“Satoru… I can keep going.” Your soft voice nearly ends him, little hand stroking his cock again.
“I was thinking of something, but if you don’t want to, it's okay.” You blink a bit then, tilting your head, tendrils falling against your bare shoulders.
“What is it?”
“A scene with me, but not showing your face at all,” your gasp and pull back makes him sigh. “It’d be like me eating your pussy, we could have it zoomed so no one sees your face.”
The thought, along with Satoru's sweet cum down your throat makes your tummy clench, while he brings out more and more of you that you didn't know existed. Your hands tense on his thighs now, taking a shaky breath, fingers along the downy hair on his thighs. “I don’t… Satoru you have a million options for costars-”
“I want yours. It’s the prettiest I’ve ever fucking seen.”
“Satoru…”
“It is. Wanna argue about my expertise here?” You just get more flustered and flushed, looking down nervously, but he tilts your chin with his big hand, angling your gaze upward. “I’ll split all the pay, you get eaten out, and anonymously. I’d never tell anyone, I’d never risk your career or anything. But I do need to do one, and I hate the thought of it not…” Satoru trails off now, the words sinking in.
“You like eating me out that much?” Your whisper makes him chuckle then, nodding and swallowing nervously.
“That pussy is perfect. How about we film it, and you watch it, and if you don’t want to, I just keep it to jerk off to…” Shit, he said that.
He’s so desperate and pathetic.
But you flush again, surprising him with your nod.
“Shit really!?”
“We can film it for us to watch, and… I doubt I’ll be okay sharing it, but we can see if you- ah!” Satoru’s got you lifted so fast you barely can blink, unzipped and turned in moments, leaving you in the prettiest red lace lingerie that makes him groan, his fingertips trembling on your skin. “I said probably not, don’t get excited.”
“I’m excited to bury my face between your thighs again, sweetheart.” You cry out when he’s pressed you on the bed, spreading your thighs and groaning, fingers tugging at your panties.
“How can you make sure my face isn’t there?” You ask softly, he grabs the camera and the stand then, cock just swinging around, balls smacking his thighs, so used to being naked he doesn’t realize his effects. You can’t stop staring when he gets it at the perfect angle, clicking his tongue.
“Just like that,” he murmurs, viewfinder showing your pretty cunt up close, he’s almost furious to think anyone could see it like him, but his career is teetering on the brink of nothing, and if you truly were okay with it, he only sees it as a win.
You broke his dick and now he’s begging to just lick you, and split pay with you, he never thought he’d be so pathetic, but it’s no wonder, thumbing your pussy and spreading it, sighing. “Mnh!”
“So, to keep it anonymous if you decide to show this, don’t speak too personally, okay sweets?” You nod shyly, gasping as he shoves your thighs up. “Also, hold them up high, so all we’re getting is a view of your pussy.”
“Yes, sir.” You tease, but his cock starts leaking again, earning his moan.
“Don’t speak too much, to be safe, I don’t ever want you to feel like anyone would know it’s you. Speak when we’re done, though, you can absolutely moan.” You nod, so nervous, what are you doing!?
It’s as if Satoru Gojo brings something insane and wild out, because there is a thrill of your pussy on camera suddenly, and knowing he is about to worship you, potentially in front of people has your cunt drooling for him. He hits record then, angling his face so his tongue was in perfect view lapping up the arousal, exhaling now as he shoves your thighs up higher.
Perfect, you’re perfect.
“God, look at this pretty pussy,” he murmurs into the camera, parting your folds so all that syrupy arousal can pool out, he hears your sharp intake of breath, watches your red nails pressing into the plush of your thighs. His cock is already back hard, he has to stroke it and whines out as he laps you up, making you gasp.
He's slurping you then, head tilted just so the camera can see, smacking your clit gently, watching you jerk, pressing your thighs up higher and tilting the camera so it's higher, right over his head, looking at it and the reflection of your perfect cunt while he slips the tip of his tongue up. You're moaning at the sensations, twitching hips bringing your cunt more in his face.
Satoru can't stand it, how good you taste, he wondered if it was an illusion but no, you are the sweetest thing he's ever had. “You're so wet, god, take a look…” he's fingering you now, and you hear it while he watches it, glimmering from the soft ring light glowing on your perfect pussy. Making him so dumb he's just burying his face then, forgetting he's filming.
“Mnh!” You're trying not to call out his name, thighs still so high you can't see his face, to protect you from getting seen, until he adjusts it, spreading your thighs further, leaning up to look down at you under lidded eyes, chin coated in your slick. “Satoru…”
“You okay sweets?” His whisper touches you, his concern for you even during this, making sure you're okay. You nod and he exhales in relief, kissing you for a moment, knowing it's what you need, brushing your hair back, sighing as he looks down at you. “You're doing so good. Can you cum for me, baby?”
You nod again eagerly, and he’s dived back down, fingering you with two curled right in your cunt, hitting that spot that blinds you every time, his moans so filthy, guttural while he watches, angling his wrist and hitting something then, you feel so much pressure you panic, gasping, writhing under him.
“Oh my - ngh! Fuck!” You’re struggling to keep your voice a whisper, palming your mouth while you shatter.
“That’s it, right there, cum for me, lemme drink it up. Let everyone see how much you love my fucking tongue.” Pornstar Satoru was ridiculous to handle, hitting you with his fingers and the tip of his tongue on your clit, when the pressure releases, and your orgasm hits so hard you can’t help but scream, twitching as he pulls back in surprise. “Fuck, you’re squirting f’me?”
You have no clue what he means, you don’t see it as it starts pouring all over, making a mess, wet spot under you even as Satoru grabs you by the fat of your ass, licking up as much as he can. You’re a twitching, soaked little mess, your hands gripping his hair now, screams echoing in the room while he eases off you just a bit now, ready to fuck your slick, messy cunt.
He trembles as he pulls back and does one more shot, pressing a sweet kiss to your pussy before shutting off the camera, and leaning up, kissing you, so desperate, while your slick thighs rub together, and you feel the mess. He pulls up and takes a breath, flipping you then, making you gasp, handing you the camera while he kisses the backs of your shoulders, hands on your ass, spreading it wide.
“Watch it, sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing across your shoulder blades, brushing your hair to one side while you barely have the strength to press play, and that’s when you see it. “Look how perfect you are.”
Your pussy right on camera, and him eyeing it like he’s worshipping it, like you’re his fucking altar and his mouth is that offering. Your cunt starts throbbing while he works you, kissing every inch of your body as you fall more and more into the abyss of sin, of lust, of desire- of Satoru Gojo.
“You love it, don’t you baby?” His words are hot against your ear, while you watch him on the screen licking your cunt, watch your thighs tremble, all while he’s behind you, sinking his two fingers so deep in your quivering hole again. You arch your back, moaning now, it feels so good you can’t stand it, so erotic watching this video you two took, while he’s fucking you with his thick fingers.
“I do, but it’s insane… ah! Satoru…” He sighs now, taking his fingers out, pressing them into your mouth for you to suck, which you quickly obey, eyes fluttering shut, the image of his tongue fucking you reflecting in the darkness.
“Keep it for us, or share? It’s all up to you. I’ll never pressure you either way,” he’s soft then, turning your chin as he lays heavy weight over you, and you eye the phone now, hand shaking just a bit, to close it out or to share, he takes your hand, steadying it. “It’s fine to be how you are, you’re perfect, okay?”
“It’s fine to be how you are, Satoru Gojo. A… question, though.” He sighs, leaning close, while he keeps holding your hand, hovering just so.
“Mmhmm?”
“Would I be your favorite co-star?” Your teasing question makes him laugh at the ridiculous nature.
You’re the only one he can even get hard for.
“You’re the prettiest, yummiest, sweetest co star I could have,” his words are just a little broken, as he almost says more. That he hopes your date sucks with that Nanami guy, that he’s planning to show up at your work tomorrow to glare at that man, that he’s become fucking obsessed, but instead - “How could you think you’re not?”
“And we’re… still friends…” You ache for him to say - no, it’s more - but he nods, against your neck, pressing kisses against it. “Even if we fuck?”
God.
He’s dying.
“You think I wouldn’t be your friend anymore? I’m not the guy to get what he wants and go. I promise.” You nod then, smiling just a bit, and tap the share button then, surprising both of you.
“Holy fuck, I did that…” Your whisper is met with Satoru’s kisses now, as your video plays for all to see, your moans on camera mixing with the ones induced from his play, one arm wrapping your body as his cock presses insistently against your ass, hot and heavy.
“Stop me now, because I can’t think of anything but fucking your pretty pussy raw right now,” his desperate words and dilated eyes just serve to ruin you, when you arch your ass up. “Fuck, you sure?”
“I want you inside me, please,” he eagerly leans back, gripping his cock and lifting your thigh, pressing into your tight ring of muscles, almost cumming from the fucking tip. “Ah!”
“You’re so tight, relax I don’t want to hurt you, please.” Satoru whispers it as he grips your chin.
You nod, as he is slipping a little deeper from the back, the stretch burning so deliciously, you’re convulsing while the viewers are going wild over Satoru’s devoted pussy eating skills with his mysterious, faceless co-star. His silk hair brushes your cheek as he exhales heavy in your ear, whispering your name.
You eye the video, the comments, vision blurry, while he sinks his cock deeper, and he moans as he reads the comments to you, filling your cunt so full of his cock, inch by inch - and there are so many, each thrust deeper while you cling to his wrists, his arms wrapping you. He keeps reading them, even as he shoves in all the way, making you jerk and gasp.
“Perfect pussy, look at Satoru go, god she’s so wet for him, she’s cumming so much - is she squirting? Look at that, you’re a regular star, huh? F-fuck…”
“Mnh!” Your eyes roll back in your fucking skull now, lost in him, lost completely. So deeply unraveled under him you can’t remember what this is, that it’s a friend, that it was a scene, that you’re now the girl who did that, anonymous but to know it’s you on that screen with Satoru devouring you does something, fuck it does too much.
He’s murmuring more comments, and his huge cock is stretching your slick, tight heat beyond its means. “That’s it, you love it, huh? They all want to be in your place, or they want to lick you instead, but it’s me, isn’t it baby?” He shouldn’t be possessive, he tries to tell himself it over and over, but how can he not be, when he’s shoved in so deep, he feels the bulge of your tummy, groaning. “Feel me, sweetheart?”
You can’t speak, just nodding desperately, while the feed goes insane, watching your cunt squirt on Satoru’s face while he’s buried inside you, filling you to the hilt, stretching you out so good you forget to breathe. “Toru!”
He pauses at the nickname, your slurred words and pulsing cunt ending him, he could almost cum then and there and he has amazing stamina, but he has to hold back, wrapping a hand around your throat and leaning up on an elbow while you gush down his cock. Satoru kisses up your neck hungrily, eyeing your pussy on the video and then your face, your eyes almost black with pleasure.
“Only I can hit that spot, hmm?” His tip drags along your spongy spot now, and you’re twitching, nodding, so consumed as he surrounds you, breath against your neck, moans in your ear, hand squeezing your throat just so under your chin. His cock twitches as he shoves deeper, impossibly deeper, while you helplessly grip the blankets beneath you. “Answer me, like a good girl.”
“Y-yes.” Your whisper drives him insane, feral, the way your walls quiver around his cock is exquisite, that grip unreal, but more than anything it feels perfect.
“Made for this cock, aren’t you pretty?” The words fall out before he can stop them, and your eyes rolling back, drool spilling out of your mouth while your cunt is pulsing is his answer. “Perfect, fuck…”
“Mnh!” You can’t take it, his words urging you when he shoves his cock so deep, the tip bruising your cervix, making you scream as his guttural moan fills the room, his hand squeezing just enough pressure to make your orgasm blinding, white hot.
“Cumming all over me, so good, listening f’me, hmm?” You just nod weakly, gasping when he flips you to your back, lifting your thighs and shoving them wide, slapping the tip on your slick cunt and groaning. “Wanna watch me fill you up?”
You nervously nod, swallowing now, and he sees it, you’re overwhelmed, he leans down, kissing you, and you’re desperately clinging to his back, eagerly kissing him despite being damn near slack jawed. You exhale nervously, eyeing him is even more intimate, impossibly more, his plush lips still tasting like your honeyed arousal from earlier.
“If it’s too much, tell me, I want you comfortable.” It’s hard for him to speak, but he does, making sure to reassure you, kissing your forehead before he leans back.
“It’s intense, Satoru but… I want it.” He moans at that, sliding his cock back inside, sucking in a breath when you’re gripping him fucking tighter this time, slipping in slowly, inch by inch. “Ah! Satoru, so d-deep!”
“I am, huh? I can get deeper, baby.” You cry out when he shoves his cock in deep with a sharp thrust, and then pauses, eyeing that bulge in your stomach. “Look.”
“Look at… oh.” You’re heating up at the image, and he’s all about angles, he makes sure your eyes catch every bit of his slow thrusts, filling your tummy full of his enormous cock, too much to take, but your cunt is willing and eager, struggling to take his size.
“Fucking you so deep, see it? Your body is so small compared to my cock, pussy stretched too much, f-fuck… god look at you…” He’s losing it, he was trying to talk sexy to you, which comes naturally, but now he’s just obsessed with the image, thin white brows lowering over his eyes, while he slams inside you, your thighs trembling as they wrap his slutty waist. “Oh my god…”
“Satoru… ah!” He’s done, he’s fucking lost in you, in your eyes when he shoves your thighs up, gripping your face with his huge hands while he’s got you bent in half, slamming so hard you scream. “Too much!”
“I need all of you, fuck… can you take more?” His eyes are so bright blue they burn to look at, but you can’t stop yourself, nodding and cupping his face in return.
“Kiss me please.” He moans at that, slamming his lips down when he rocks his hips, cock filling you so deeply you scream into his mouth, hands slipping to his hair while he’s got his heavy weight over you.
“I can’t control it anymore, baby, if it’s too much just fucking hit me at this point,” he’s nonsensical, leaning up now, hands on the back of your thighs in a mating press, fucking you hard now, powerful strokes that take you the fuck out, cumming in moments with a few strokes, making him whimper.
That’s a sound you know he’s never made.
You may be delusional, but you’re sure you’ve only heard him whimper for you, you’ve never seen that look in his eyes on any video or stream, not when he’s staring right into your fucking soul and slamming his cock deep over and over. You’re barely able to cling to the earth, so much pleasure rushing through your body, you feel every vein and ridge of that huge cock as it fucks into you.
“Perfect, pussy is perfect, fucking knew it but god. God… fucking feel her,” he slams into you again, head falling back, giving you a view of his throat before he eyes you once more, shaking his head and slamming his cock harder. “Can she take it?”
You just nod, you’d take anything, the way it feels to be ruined by Satoru Gojo is far beyond his balls slapping your ass, his cock stretching your cunt, his hands bruising your fucking thighs, no it was more. You want to be filled by him, folded under him, you want every bit of it, losing yourself in him, in his bright blue eyes, in his filthy fucking words, in his cock slamming your cervix.
You were ruined, and you knew it.
You feel too much, far too much, when he’s leaned back, holding your thighs high and watching his cock pull out and enter, slowing and rubbing your abused clit. “F-fuck, cum one more time, I’m close… your cunt is so fucking perfect, shit… c’mon, like a good girl, there you go baby…”
It’s like that goddamn dream.
Word for word.
You cum harder than you have, when he shoves into the hilt, stuffing your slutty little hole, blinded and dizzy, hardly able to breathe, while he watches you shatter under him, so fucking beautiful he can’t take it. Your brows drawn together, that sweat making your skin glisten, your mouth open in the sluttiest O, he can hardly stand what the image does to him.
He knows it then, he’s fucking beyond destroyed, and terrified at that fact, at the power you’re oblivious to over him. He almost busts inside you, something he has never done - he doesn’t even go without condoms - the thoughts of filling your cunt full are far, far too tempting. He stops himself, cursing and holding his slick cock at the base while you’re spasming around him, back arching.
“Where do you want all this cum, sweetheart?” He manages to ask, you’re so fucked out you’re dizzy, blinking Satoru’s white hair and pretty face into view as he pulses inside you, just thickening and making you whimper.
“W-what… where… you want, I… mnh!” You’re still cumming, aftershocks rocking you, making your skin so sensitive when he eases your sore thighs down, parting them and pulling out finally, stroking himself as you catch your breath, watching him spurt thick white ropes all over your cunt. “Oh! Oh…”
“Fuck, fuck… god… oh my…” He’s moaning as he’s desperately jerking his slick cock, so much cum it seems impossible, since he just busted so much, and you watch him, enthralled as the hot sticky sperm is coating your cunt. “God, look at it, fucking look at us baby.”
He’s too much, he’s too much.
You thought him eating you out fucked you up mentally, what is he, his insane ass eyes bright as he trembles, strong muscles bunching and tensing, a work of fucking art pouring his cum on you. You’re stuck, at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing, brain not even functional as you look up at this man, knowing this isn’t just sex, it fucking couldn’t be.
It can’t be like this with someone.
You almost spill every feeling then and there, lost in him, in his desperation when he rests his head on yours, moaning against your lips, tip brushing your engorged clit and making you whine out. “God, your pussy is too perfect, it’s… you’re too perfect, feel too good, look too good…”
“Satoru, are you okay?” You whisper softly, he’s slurring his words, almost hard to understand in their hushed whispers in between his pants.
He can’t even answer, pulling back and looking at your pretty cunt, all abused from his cock and puffy, covered in his white ropes. “Can I have a picture? Please, just for me.”
“Y-you want one?” He laughs softly, breathless, nodding, and you heat up at it, looking down shyly.
“Only you can be adorable with your pussy beat up and coated in cum, huh?”
“Oh god!” He can’t take it, how cute you are, the affection eating at him, as he takes a deep breath, leaning back. “Just one.”
“Fuck…” He takes the phone, eyeing the amount of comments and tips while your breasts heave, trying to catch your breath, sticky cum dripping across your folds when you shift your hips.
“What is it?” You ask softly, he shows you the number, and your eyes nearly bulge out. “Holy fuck!?”
“This is good even for me, shit. Pussy is made for porn.” You’re blushing harder, biting your lower lip when he angles the camera, taking several photos and exhaling at how pretty it looks. “God, look at you.”
“Are you talking to me or my pussy?” He grins then, so boyish and charming it’s as if he wasn’t just fucking you into a mating press and filming your cunt. “Also I said one!”
“Sorry. I’ll make it up.” He’s kissing your thighs then, lapping some of his own cum off your slit, you gasp at the sensation, his tongue on your sore, overstimulated pussy now. Your hands entangle in his hair as he groans. “Fucking taste us.”
“Satoru you’re in-insane and- mnh! Fuck!” You’re shaking when he laps more off of you, desperately lapping at every inch of your cunt now. “Satoru!”
“Gotta clean my pretty costar up, she’s only my costar you know, only one I’ve ever-” He pauses, stopping himself, when you eye him, breasts still gently moving up and down as you eye him.
“Only one you’ve… ngh! Satoru!”
“Taste us.” He’s lapped more of his cum and yours, murmuring for you to open, which you eagerly do, letting him spit his cum and yours in your throat. “Swallow, there you go, see it’s perfect, huh?”
You’re lost then, in the filthy string of words, when he’s back down cleaning you up with a tongue that’s lethal in its precision, rocking his cock on the bed, hard for the third time with you as he moans desperately against you. He’s latched onto your clit, sucking, while you can’t stop cumming, pushed past overstimulation, but not once do you tell him to stop.
You want it.
You need it.
In tears from how much you’ve cum, desperate for more, swapping his cum and yours mixing, against your tongues as he talks you through it, as you lose yourself, Jenna told you not to, she told you not to forget. You are trying to keep it separated, but how the fuck can you?
It felt worth losing yourself, for him, under him, him inside you - around you - taking over everything, while he’s back inside you, his lips murmuring desperate, dirty words into your sweet mouth. When you’re so fucked out you actually pass out blissfully in his arms, you can’t even remember the girl you were a few weeks ago, waking up just to be filled by him again from behind.
Being in his arms, you hope it’ll counteract the pain when he moves on, when he’s kissing you while fucking you from the back, sweet little nothings against your lips filling the room along with the squelching of his cock filling your cunt again. Every inch of your body kissed by him, licked by him, head to your fucking toes, shifting you to some other dimension as you drink each other in, exhausted and desperate.
You’ll think about that pain later, for now it’s all pleasure, aside from the ache in your heart for more, endlessly more.
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All I wanna spend is one more night // Between your sheets, behind your eyes
Karasu Tabito x Fem!Reader • Word Count: 4.5k
content warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, lover boy karasu, reader has an aversion to sex kinda sorta, first times, loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, handjob, multiple positions, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare
You met Karasu Tabito in year three. He had chubby cheeks and a missing tooth, knees dirty from falling into the muddy ground many times over as he rhythmically kicked the school’s worn soccer ball at the wall.
He was sweeter then, face flushed red when you handed the ball gone astray back to him, lisp on his tongue from where his adult tooth hadn’t quite grown in.
It’s hard to forget the twinkle in his eye when he shyly whispered “Thank you,” before scampering back to his spot. It’s natural, the way you fall into each other’s lives. Transferring to a new school during the middle of the year had done little to help your social life. Cliques already made; friends grown up side by side. While your classmates weren’t mean, they did little to include you. Recess consisted of you building little homes out of sticks you’d find scattered throughout the play yard, gritty nails digging into dirty as you play. After your first interaction, you gravitate towards another. You move to be closer to watch his kicks, and he makes his way down the wall to tease you. Calls you weird and then cries when you throw the ball in his face. Sniffles a weak, “Sorry,” before asking if you can be friends. You agree despite your previous disdain, keeping track of his hits in the dirt with the sticks he collects for your work. Red strings drawn close, tangled in mud and sticks and leaves.
The first time Karasu kisses you, you’re in year ten. He’d walked you home like he always did despite it being out of the way for him. His ears turned crimson when he shyly asked if you wanted to go to the arcade together, scarlet when you looked at him confused because you always do. He wins you a bunny plushy and makes you swear to keep it forever, holding out a pinky to you. You link the appendages before pressing your thumbs together, and as you move to press a kiss to your own nail to seal it, he moves your hand down abruptly.
Chapped lips meet yours in an awkward attempt at a kiss, and you pull back violently at the action.
“Why would you do that,” you’d asked haughtily, hands on your hips as you scowl up at him.
“Cuz you’re my girlfriend.” Karasu had replied matter of factly.
“Since when? You never asked me to be,” you grump, finger poking accusingly at his chest, “you can’t just go kissing girls and claiming them to be your girlfriend without even asking.”
You’d expected a snarky come back from him as he usually generously bestows upon you, but instead he scratches his neck shyly and asks quietly if you’d want to be.
“Speak up.” You demanded.
“Would you?” He finally asked, uncharacteristically nervous, “Be my girlfriend?”
You stave off the embarrassment coursing through you, a faux air of confidence burning through your veins.
“Well,” you finally say, “if you insist.”
You fight and you squabble and you cry and lick old wounds once more, but you stay together throughout it all. Tabito dabs at your tears and kisses fresh wounds with a soothing tongue, always making sure you know with full confidence he’s at your side.
Truth be told there wasn’t much of a difference as friends than lovers; albeit your touches grow more intimate.
Tabito insists you’d been his girlfriend since you’d chucked the soccer ball in his face back when you were both snot nosed children, and well, you can’t find it in you to argue. A part of you had always been his, and you’re sure if you were ever to split, it would always stay with him. A seed buried deep in your ribs, watered by the brashness of his love.
It would be dramatic to say that when he left for Blue Lock, a small part of you died. Autumn leaves dry and fall; yet we celebrate their beauty. You still see your friends and make sure to stay steady in classes, but you can’t deny you miss Tabito.
Ironically, it’s around spring time when he returns. He takes you to see the cherry blossoms bloom and tells you he’ll love you until his legs give out.
(To which you tell him that it’s likely enough to happen sooner than later with a sport like soccer; cackling loudly when he grabs fallen blooms and tosses them promptly in your face.)
You both turn twenty-one together; celebrating just the two of you in the small run down apartment you now share. You kiss and you eat sweets until your stomach aches, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
(The day of moving in Tabito finds the old plushy wrapped delicately in a blanket.
“You still have this ratty thing?” He’d asked with a smirk, holding it out to you.
“Don’t talk about our son like that,” you scold, snatching the plush from his hands before smiling down at it lovingly, fingers brushing the worn fabric of its ears.
“And of course I kept him, I promised you, didn’t I?”
Tabito smiles widely at this, scooping you in his arms and kissing you obnoxiously as you squeal and shout for him to let you go.)
It’s not until you’re out eating lunch with friends that you truly think about it; sex with Tabito. It’s not that you don’t want to have sex with him. You’re well aware your boyfriend is handsome, you’d just never got around to it.
(Your friend’s jaw drops when you say this, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You haven’t done anything.”
“I gave him a handjob once,” you’d replied with a shrug of your shoulders.
Your friend scoffs in disbelief, but thankfully drops the topic, but you can’t help but let the seeds of doubt whittle their way into the sanctuary you’d built with Tabito.)
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
It’s an ordinary Saturday morning when you spring the question. You’d been thinking of roundabout ways to ask, but you’d never been good at subtly and you know Tabito prefers when you’re blunt with him.
He splutters on the drink he’d been taking, cleaning his throat before looking at you incredulously.
“Do I… what?”
“Do you want to have sex? Make love, copulate, fuck, the hanky—”
He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, moving to stand in front of you with red ears.
“No, I know what you said. This was just… unprompted. Do you want to have sex with me?”
You cross your arms and huff, ignoring the cheeky smirk on his face as he steps closer to you. There’s a buzzing energy you’ve never quite felt stirring in the room, and you sway from one foot to another with nerves.
“I asked you first,” you respond lamely, looking at him straight in the eyes in a poor attempt to keep up your confident facade.
“Yes, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you?” Tabito answers honestly, large hands prying your fingers away from where they’d been digging into the fat of your arm in anxiousness. He kisses the heel of your palm softly before wrapping your arms around his neck and bumping his forehead lightly against yours. When you still don’t respond he gives you a boyish smile before attempting to soothe you.
“If we’re being honest, it’s not something I thought you were interested in,” he explains, “you’ve always shied away when I’ve tried to touch you in the past, and that stuff doesn’t matter to me. I love you as you are now, sex won’t change that.”
You frown in thought at his words, fingers threading through his freshly washed hair as you contemplate.
“Have you ever had sex before?”
Tabito laughs at that, presses obnoxious slobbery kisses to your cheek before answering.
“You know I haven’t.”
“Well then how do you know you’re not missing out?”
“I mean I still masturbate, can’t be that much different.”
Your body heats with embarrassment (and perhaps a bit of something else at his vulgar words).
“Well it’s surely better. Tighter probably… and wetter. Or whatever.”
Heat blooms on Tabito’s face as he hugs you close to him, shoving his face in your neck to hide his blush (it doesn’t work, you can feel the heat on his face and see the crimson flushing his ears).
You press closer to him and kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder lightly before furrowing your brows and pulling back.
“Are you… hard right now?”
A smug smile creeps on his face, and you have an overwhelming urge to kiss it off.
“Can you blame me? My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend just propositioned me with sex and told me how she’d feel tighter and wetter than my own hand.”
You scoff at his words before picking at the lint on the neck of his shirt.
“So… you want to then?”
He smiles sickeningly sweet down at you, walking you backwards and guiding you to your shared bedroom.
“I do, but I want you to want it too. Don’t think you have to do this because of me.”
“I do, want to, I mean. But I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He laughs softly at this, turning to sit on the bed and pull you into his lap, familiar hands rubbing up your sides soothingly.
“Neither do I,” he replies easily, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then your pouted lips.
“But you just said you masturbate.” You frown, settling deeper into his lap as he maneuvers you into a more comfortable position, his back pressed against the head of your bed.
“I do.” Tabito’s smile is shy, fingers tracing the familiar lines on your palms as you speak.
“So you’ve watched porn, so you know some things.”
He pauses in his movements, looks at you incredulously before laughing.
“I’ve never watched porn. I just think about what I would do to you. What you’d do to me.”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” he mocks, teeth nipping at your nose as you scrunch it.
“Can you show me?”
Tabito’s movements halt, hips shifting nervously under you as you stare wide eyed at him, a face far too innocent for someone who just asked him to stroke his cock in front of them.
“Only if I can watch you, too.” He finally says after clearing his throat.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
You’re almost offended at the shock on his face, but have little time to register before he’s flipping the two of you over, switching your positions.
“Have you touched yourself before?” He asks, hands helping you wiggle out of the sweats you’d stolen from him back in high school.
“Yes,” you answer honestly, pulling your shirt over your head.
A shiver runs down his spine at your words, cock straining in his sweats as you leave each other in only your undergarments.
“Shouldn’t we like… kiss or something?” You ask shyly, fingers picking at your nail beds.
Tabito laughs softly before spreading your legs, and pressing as close to you as he can so he can sit between them, eyes flickering from your chest to your eyes.
“How about you tell me,” he says, “tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”
You shy away at this, whining when his large body stops you from being able to close your legs; the exposure too much.
“Why are you so shy, baby? I’ve seen you naked before, you know?”
“I know but this is… different.”
Tabito presses a reassuring kiss to your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. There’s a smirk on his face when you lean to chase him for more, hands making their way down your thighs as he soothes the tense muscles.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispers breathlessly, the heat of his words caresses your face, sends a shiver down your spine as he pulls away to palm his cock.
“I- I think about that night,” you finally squeak out, “when you let me touch your cock.”
(Moonlight shone brightly through the room that night, the lewd sound of Tabito’s mouth licking at the fat of your neck filling the liminal space. Big hands dug crescents into your skin, breaths heaving as you part for air. There’s a pause when you shift forward and feel the length of his cock beneath his sweats. Tabito eyes you warily, opening his mouth to assure you that you don’t have to do anything.
He’s cut off by his own moan, hips bucking up into you as you palm his cock.
“Baby,” he whines, head falling back against the headboard with a thunk.
“Can I touch you?” You ask sweetly, eyes entranced at the sight of pleasure watching over Tabito’s features at your featherlight touch.
He nods frantically, aiding you in pulling the sweats down to rest on his thighs. You press your mouth to his, licking against his teeth before sucking his tongue into your mouth. Tabito whimpers at this, neglected cock twitching. You pull back with hooded eyes, spitting down onto the leaking tip before using the palm of your hand to spread it over his tip, wrapping around his cock before giving an experimental tug.
“Like that?” You ask, eyes darting up to look at him.
“God— yeah, just like that, baby,” he whines, hands fisting his hair as your movements speed up.
You keep your eyes trained on his face despite his eyes being scrunched shut, watching the way his jaw clenches when you grip him harsher, the way it falls open shortly after when your thumb traces along the tip of his cock.
“Don’t stop,” he says through gritted teeth, hip bucking wildly into your hand as his high approaches.)
“Don’t stop,” Tabito groans loudly, heel of his palm pressing harshly against his boxer shorts, dark spot seeping through with precum.
His obvious arousal has you wishing for more, more noises, more skin, more, more, more.
“I think about the way you sounded, how you moaned my name when I rubbed my palm on the head of your cock.”
Your hand makes its way down to your cunt subconsciously, fingers ghosting over the band of your panties before Tabito’s stops you.
“Not yet,” he instructs, “just— touch yourself through them, please.”
You do as he says, fingers pressing against your clit. You moan at the contact, rough fabric catching just right. You feel the way your arousal seeps through your panties, high on power as you watch the way Tabito’s eyes dilate when he takes in the sight.
“Keep going,” he encourages, “tell me more.”
“I think about how big your cock felt in my hand, think about it stretching me open,” you whine, fingers moving faster, Tabito’s own matching the rhythm you’ve set, “I— I think about what you’d taste like, if you’d let me put it in my mouth, how you’d sound when I choke on it.”
Tabito moans out loud at this, hand sliding down the front of his boxers before pulling his weeping cock out. You take this as your sign to follow, eyes narrowing in on the way his fingers flex as he strokes himself.
“I wanna hear, too,” you whimper, fingers pulling your panties to the side so he can see how wet you are for him, the tips dipping into your heat to gather your slick before moving back to circle your clit.
“You’re killing me, baby,” Tabito groans, hips bucking up into his own hand as your chest heaves with pleasure.
He remains quiet for a while, the only sounds in the room is the wetness between the two of you, bodies inching closer and closer until you can feel his hand against your own.
“I think about the way you’ll taste on my tongue,” he says, voice husky with arousal, “the way your pussy will feel when she’s stretched open for the first time.”
You press a finger into yourself at this, hips canting up at the intrusion. Tabito groans at the sight, timing his thrusts into his hand with the way you fuck yourself on your fingers.
“T-think about the way you sounded that night, when you let me fuck your hand,” he groans through gritted teeth, “the way you talked to me… the way you licked my cum off your hand afterwards, how it tasted when you kissed me.”
“Please, Tabito,” you finally break, hands moving to pull his face towards your own, lips crashing messily against each other as you claw at the exposed skin.
He pulls you into his lap, cock jumping as your pussy presses against him. You can’t help but moan at the friction, humping his cock as you gasp and cry out for more.
“I don’t want to wait anymore, need you inside me,” you whine, but make no movements to stop the current pace your hips have set, your wetness pooling down onto the base of his cock as you use him for your own pleasure.
“Cum like this first,” he pleads, hands pressing you down harder, “cum like this and I’ll give you my cock. Stretch this pretty pussy open, make it mine.”
You cry out as you fall over the precipice of pleasure, hands clawing at his chest while your hips buck desperately into him.
“One more,” he says, pushing you until your back hits the mattress.
His lips press harshly into yours, tongue licking at your teeth as you whine into his mouth. He pulls away to kiss at your neck, teeth nipping at the familiar skin while his hands smooth up your sides. Your bra is quickly taken off, tossed somewhere in the room before his hands are back on you. Teeth bite harshly at the fat of your chest, tongue soothing the ache before you can whisper a complaint.
“You’re so sensitive here,” he says, eyes transfixed on the way your breathing increases as he blows on your nipple. Tabito flicks his tongue over it, testing the waters and you moan loudly at the sensation.
“So good for me,” he murmurs, his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist. Instead of the heat of his cock pressing against you, his abdomen is pressed to the flesh, “I bet I can make you cum from just this. Just this.”
His mouth wraps around your nipple sucking harshly before moving to the next, your hips buck at the sensation, and he presses closer so the rigid muscle of his stomach presses against your aching clit. Calloused hands encourage the movements, hips bucking wildly as you hump his abdomen in abandon.
“Tabito,” you whimper, “please, please, please.”
Your hands fist his hair harshly, pressing his mouth firmly against your chest as his tongue rolls your sensitive chest between kiss swollen lips. Tabito doesn’t bother stopping, if anything he moves you faster, bites harder, kisses soothing the ache until another high crashes down on you.
“You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, “can’t believe I finally have you like this.”
“I’m sorry for making you wait,” you finally whisper as your breathing evens out.
“Don’t apologize.”
His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod obediently at his words, smile spreading across his face as he takes in the flush of your face.
Harsh kisses turn soft, and Tabito moves you once again to rest in his lap.
“This way you can go at your own pace,” he says, settling back into the sheets, eyes blown with lust staring up at you, “don’t take more than you can handle. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”
You nod in agreement, leaning to press a kiss to his lips before lining him up to your entrance. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, hands shaking before his own moves to aide you.
“Look at me, please,” he asks softly, “I want to see your face when my cock stretches you out for the first time.”
You do as he instructs, eyes nearly rolling back when his tip presses past the tight ring of your cunt. Gasps of pleasure are shared between the two of you as you slowly work your way down, pulling up to ease the ache before you finally rest against him.
“What the fuck,” Tabito groans, teeth clenching harshly as your cunt clenches on him.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whines, fingertips digging harshly into the fat of your hips.
Your cunt clenches again at the filthy words, nails scraping down his chest as he bucks up into you.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to cum before I even get to fuck you,” Tabito says, chest heaving as he tries to maintain his level head.
You smirk down at him before intentionally shifting your hips, grinding down onto his cock. Tabito’s eyes dart open, eyeing you warningly.
Tabito senses your hesitation, propping an elbow beneath him. His hand cradles your face, thumb brushing against your cheek lovingly before he pulls your lips to his. His free hand moves to your hip, guiding you gently. It’s not long until you find your own rhythm, gasping into his mouth as his cock presses against a spot that makes you see stars.
“Right there,” you whine, “Tabito, please, don’t stop.”
Arm still propped up, Tabito pulls you back, fisting the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips wrap around your neglected chest, hips bucking up into you hitting that spot deep within you over and over until—
“Cumming!” You cry out, eyes rolling back as your pleasure consumes you. Tabito hips fuck into you faster, moving at a bruising pace to elongate your high. You slump against him as your orgasm fades, his fingers tracing absentminded shapes into your back as you heave against him.
“We can stop here,” he coos, lips pressing against your neck.
“No,” you say, shooting your head up to look at him, “I want you to cum.”
He smiles at this, pressing forward until you’re on your back. You whine at how deep his cock presses into you in this position, nails clawing harsh lines into his back as he wraps your legs around his waist.
Tabito pulls back out slowly, eyes darting over your face for any sign of discomfort before he’s snapping his hips harshly into yours. He fucks you hard— deep, carving his cock into your walls as you whine and cry out for him.
“Fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you use the leverage of your legs on his back to meet his thrusts with your own in desperation, “you feel so fucking good, baby. You hear that? Hear how wet this pussy is for me? She’s cryin’ for me, baby. Needed my cock to fill her up, stuff her full.”
Tabito pulls out suddenly, hand falling to his cock to squeeze at the base in an attempt to stave off his own orgasm. Before you can protest, you’re flipped over, limp body pulled onto your knees before you know what’s happening.
Fingers did crescents into your hips as he fucks you for his pleasure, grumbling moans falling from his lips.
“Just like that,” he whines, “just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck it like it’s yours.”
He stops his own movements, hands fisting his hair as you press back against him again, and again, and again. You whine his name and his chest presses against your back instantly, large frame engulfing your own before you’re flat against the bed.
Tabito’s arms circle your front, cradling you to his chest as he humps into you, barely pulling out before he’s pressing back in again. Gasping moans are pulled from your lips at the angle his cock slides into you, drool slipping from your lip when he bites harshly at the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“Tabito,” you whine, “want you to cum. Please, please cum for me. Want you to cum inside me. I need it! I need it, I—
You’re cut off by a cry of your name, his hips pressing against yours as you feel the warmth of him filling you up.
You slump weakly against the bed, struggling to breathe as Tabito relaxes against you. He notices your squirming quickly, pulling you to rest on your side. You whine when his cock slips out of you, and heat burns a fire through your veins when you feel the way your combined essence drips down the side of your leg.
Soft words are murmured into your hair, hands massaging at your aches as you both come down from the intense pleasure.
“Still think your hand is better?” You ask, finally breaking the silence.
Tabito laughs, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before loosening his hold so you can turn to face him.
“Not by a long shot.” He laughs at this, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek just to hear you squeal out in protest.
“Tabito…”
“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks softly, propping himself up on his arm to look down at you properly, “Are you okay?”
You lean up to press a kiss to his lips reassuringly, nodding, “I’m okay, but… I can feel your cum dripping out of me right now.”
Tabito chokes out a laugh, blush rising on his face.
“You can’t just— just say things like that!” He whines, heat licking at his core.
“Like what? It’s true!”
He shakes his head at this, sliding his arm out from under you before standing and stretching. Dark red lines fill up the space of his back, and you smile shyly at the sight.
“Nice back, Karasu,” you tease, laughing when he uses the mirror hung on the back of the bedroom door to take in the sight.
“Babe,” he whines, “don’t make me get hard again.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
Tabito shakes his head at this before walking into the bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth, pressing a kiss to your forehead before maneuvering you onto your back. There’s a smug smile on his face as he cleans you up, a soft kiss to your knee when you playfully knock it into his shoulder. He looks up at you from between your thighs smiling brightly at you.
“Hey,” you whisper.
“Hey yourself,” he says, moving his face to hover over your own.
“Come here often?” You ask, fingers tracing around his eyes before you lean to press a kiss to the mole resting just below the left.
“First time actually,” he laughs, flopping down onto your chest, nuzzling your neck to press soft kisses there.
“You’re so stupid,” you say with a roll of your eyes, fingers threading through his soft hair.
“I love you,” Tabito whispers, arms wrapping under the small of your back to hold you closer.
“I love you, too.”
Could you write about choking kink with Tsukishima??
❥ tsukishima and asphyxiation
warnings: timeskip! tsukishima, fem! reader, asphyxiation (duh), dom! tsukishima, mean! tsukishima, degrading, rough sex, kinda dark content
MDNI | 18+ content
word count -> 937
a/n: i actually hate this but i rlly hope u like it :3
got a request? my asks are open!
Kei Tsukishima was vanilla when you two began to see each other regularly. Well, at least for the first time you had sex. He didn’t know what you liked, so he didn’t want to push your boundaries. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t a violater (at least, not towards you.)
At first, he was slow, tender, and meticulous. “Does this feel good?” “Are you in any pain?” “Can I keep going?” Those phrases constantly fell from his lips the first time you two were intimate, his cock slowly pistoning out of your warmth. Those were some of the rare moments when Tsukishima was soft with you when he was vulnerable. It was your first time together. He didn’t wanna fuck it, no. No one ever wants to fuck up their first time with their new partner.
He learned what you liked and what you didn’t like relatively quickly, sometimes without you having to say anything at all. Tsukishima would notice how you would shake if he kissed your neck. How you would squeeze your thighs when he called you an idiot (affectionately, of course.) And especially, and possibly his most favorite thing about you, how you let those cute little moans escape your lungs when his long, calloused fingers grazed your neck's soft and delicate flesh.
It was playful at first, his index finger poking your neck in public just to make you scowl. He briefly observed how your face flushed pink before a frown overtook your soft features, lecturing him about how bullying his girlfriend wasn’t very nice. The second time, the two of you were cuddling in his dorm room. Yamaguchi, his roommate, was visiting his parents for the weekend, so you had the entire room to yourselves. His bandaged hands squeezed your neck as he read his book, smirking as the faintest moan left your lips.
“Oh? Did I do something you like?” he would tease.
“No! Shut up!” you’d him upside the head.
Eventually, it got to the point where Tsukishima couldn’t take it anymore. It was almost too painful for him. If you weren’t going to tell him you wanted his hand around your throat, he would do it himself. After all, he was the smarter one out of the two of you.
“Look at you, drooling like a bitch,” Tsukishima smirked, his eyes filled with a dark lust for your submissive state. His hand tightened around your throat as he plunged his cock deeper into your weeping core, the squelching sound ringing in his ears. It was accompanied by your shortened breaths and moans, sounding like the most beautiful melody. “You’re so fucking wet, do you even hear yourself? Those filthy fucking noises you make? Or are you too dumb on my cock to know anything, pretty girl?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing rolled off your tongue, your words being cut off by a harsh squeeze around your neck. “That was a rhetorical question, obviously.” he rolled his eyes, punctuating his sentence with an unforgiving thrust. “Is your head getting dizzy, hm? I bet it is, you little slut. Who knew my adorable little girlfriend was such a whore for my hands?” his free hand squeezed the fat of your breast, twisting your nipple between his index finger and thumb. “Dumb little bitch, squeezing my cock just because she’s getting choked. Fucking whore.”
His thrusts were cold and calculated, just like he was. He knew exactly how to make you squirm, what pressure points made you cum on the spot. Tsukishima knew your body like the back of his hand, and it made you weak every fucking time.
“Oh? What’s this?” he purred, his fingers practically cutting off your air supply. “Your slutty little cunt is squeezing around me. I think she wants to cum. Do you think you deserve to cum after hiding what you like from me?”
You frantically nodded your head, your eyelids growing extremely heavy from the lack of oxygen to your brain. “Wanna…cum,” was all you managed to choke out, your eyes wet from the tears swelling in the corner. “P-please.”
Tsukishima scoffed and barely loosened his grip, letting you breathe just a bit. “Fine, I guess that’ll do.” his cock still pounded into you, his balls slapping against your ass. “Fucking cum on this cock, little bitch. Be a good fucking girl for once and do as I say.”
You came with a silent cry, your mouth forming a perfect ‘O’, exactly how Tsukishima liked it. Completely submissive and obedient to him, never bratty. Fuck, your orgasm face was always so beautiful. “Shit, gonna cum. Squeezing me so tight, fucking slut.” his seed spilled into the condom, euphoria crashing over him like a tsunami.
He removed his hand from your neck, admiring the finger-shaped bruises he left. You’d be wearing turtlenecks for a week, that’s for sure. “Are you alright?” he carefully asked, tossing the spent condom into the wastebasket next to his bed. “I thought you were going to pass out for a second.”
You smiled and nodded, curling up to him. Skin-to-skin was always the best thing when it came to sex with Tsukishima because after he came, he was always so careful with you. He was soft, gentle, and delicate. A complete juxtaposition to how we were in public or with his Sendai Frogs teammates. “I’m fine, Kei, it was really fucking sexy. Maybe let me breathe a little bit next time, though?”
He chuckled and kissed the top of your head, inhaling your scent. “So, I get to choke you again next time?”
“Obviously.”
“I can’t wait.”
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