pls maybe do choso whoâs soooo needy and like creams his pants while eating out reader like heâs a top tier munch
mdni. choso eating you out and creams himself.
âchoso,â you breathe, fingers sliding into his hair. âslow down a little, baby.â
he makes a broken sound against youâhalf whine, half growlâand shakes his head no without pulling off. if anything he dives in deeper. flat tongue dragging from your entrance all the way up, then sealing his lips around your clit and sucking like heâs trying to pull your soul out through it.
your hips jump. he moans so loud the vibration shoots straight up your spine. you feel the way his whole body shudders. heâs humping the mattress slow and helpless, cock trapped in his sweats, already leaking through the grey fabric.
you glance down. thereâs a dark wet spot spreading right over the thick outline of him. heâs so hard it looks painful, head flushed dark and pushing against the waistband. every time he grinds down a little more pre leaks out, soaking him further.
âfuckâyouâre already close?â you tease.
he doesnât answer with words. just whimpers into your pussy and starts tongue-fucking you. long, messy strokes inside, curling up to hit that spot that makes your toes curl. his nose bumps your clit on every thrust.
his hips keep rolling. small, needy thrusts against the bed like he canât help it. the wet patch grows bigger. you can see the way the head of his cock keeps kicking inside the cotton, smearing more mess every time he ruts forward.
âchosoâlook at you,â you murmur, tugging his hair to make him glance up.
his eyes are glassy, pupils blown, cheeks flushed crimson. lips swollen and shiny with you. âplease,â he rasps. âplease let meâi need to make you come, need it so badââ
he dives back down before you can answer, sucking your clit hard while two thick fingers slide inside you. they crook immediately, pressing right where youâre sensitive. his tongue flicks side to side over your clit at the same time and itâs too much. your back bows. thighs clamp around his head. âoh godâchosoââ
he moans like heâs the one getting off. loud, broken, muffled against your cunt. his fingers speed up, curling harder, and his hips stutter against the mattressâonce, twiceâthen heâs coming.
you feel it happen; a choked sob vibrating right into your clit. hot pulses soak through his sweats, the wet spot blooming huge and dark now. he keeps grinding through it, shallow little jerks, riding out the orgasm while he never stops eating you.
you yank at his hair so tight he whines into your pussy. waves crash through you, slick coating his chin, dripping down his throat. he drinks it all, tongue still working, slower now, lapping you through the aftershocks like he canât bear to stop.
when you finally push his head away heâs panting, lips glossy and red. the front of his sweats is a messâfabric clinging transparently to his softening cock, come still leaking in weak spurts.
he looks up at you with those big, dazed eyes. âsorry,â he mumbles. âcouldnâtâcouldnât hold it. you taste so fucking good iââ
you cut him off by pulling him up, kissing the taste of yourself off his tongue. he melts into it, whimpering against your mouth. âagain?â he asks. âpleaseâwanna do it again. wanna make you come on my tongue.â
you laugh softly, thumb brushing over his sensitive head through the fabric. âthen get back down.â and he groans like youâve just offered him heaven.
âśď¸ď¸ď¸ď¸ AITA for fucking both of the Gojo twins?
synopsis . In which you get fed up with Sato (fratjo) for playing around with you and unintentionally get involved with his identical twin brother Toru (nerdjo), not knowing theyâre simply two sides of the same coin.
content . afab!reader, porn with decent plot, messy relationship(s), fratjoâs an asshole in the beginning, bluntness, pervy!nerdjo, eventual threesome, degrading, oral sex, first time squirting & then doing it multiple times, getting caught, surprising dynamics, praise, pussy slapping, getting put in a headlock, confessions, filthy dirty talk, jealousy, marathon sex (gulp), spit, slightly bimbo!reader, choking, nerdjo is feral, full nelson, edging, getting passed around, frajoâs a voyeur, filth, slight angst, cum eating/swallowing, some cuckholding(?), masturbation, a silly ending, etc.
word count . 11.4k | author's note: this ended up being wayyyy longer than i initially thought it would be and itâs overly freaked the fuck out. hope you enjoy!! banner art by Rororogi Mogera. (not proofreadâsorry in advance, truly)
In your defense, you didn't think he would care.
Sato Gojoâesteemed member of Sigma Chi, infamously known for his commitment issues, and noted to be the campus playboyâwas the last person you thought would care about you sleeping with his twin brother.
Hell, he's also the last person who expected that same brother to be able to get this far with you. Toru is the shyest, dorkiest, and nerdiest part of the Gojo family, what could he possibly have done to catch your eye?
Sato had done his best to keep you away from and unaware of his six-second-younger brother's existence too. Yet somehow, here he is walking in on the two of you fucking in his bed.
Less upset at the sight and more confused, the only thing he wants to know is... what the fuck led up to this pairing?
ââ
For months and months prior to that, it'd been the same thing between you and Sato.
âShe doesnât mean anything to me, baby. You know youâre my favorite,â Heâd say, cooing you with that manipulatively charming voice of his after youâd asked him about yet another woman he was talking to.
You weren't sure why you kept going back to him. He never told you how he felt about you unless he was inside youâand even then youâre certain those feelings were all sex-based and moderately untrue.
Yet something about him kept drawing you back in.
And if you had to guess what exactly it was...
âFuuck, yâlike that donât you?â Heâd groan, having one big hand clasped around your throat as he plowed you into the mattress. Sato rarely ever took his time during sex, too eager to make sure you cum & keep up his reputation of being a good fuck. âLike the way my cock kisses that sweet spot, huh?â
The rhythmic sound of his pelvis smack smack smacking! against your ass echoes throughout the room at a pitch almost louder than your sapped moans. âMhmm,â You'd hummed in response, fingernails dug into the bedsheets below.
You couldn't bring yourself to think about all the other women that's been in this same exact position before you when his cock was far too busy gliding in and out of your soaking pussy. The same sheets your fingers are clawing at is also clasped in between your teeth tightly, drool wetting up the fabric pathetically due to how good you felt.
Only to be rudely interrupted by his hand gripping at your neck tighter and then tugging the upper half of your body allll the way upâhis chest pressing into your back while his dick massages the gushiest spot inside you. âDonât do that,â Sato huffs with that shit-eating grin on his face, âSpeak up, pretty girl. I couldn't hear you.â
âUhuhh, yes,â You pant, tongue beginning to dangle out of your mouth all whorishly, âI love it, Sato.â
Cocky like always, he'd let off that amused scoff and then nip at your ear playfully, âYeahh, I know you do. Jusâ canât get enough of me.â
Thinking back again, he had the biggest ego youâd ever seen.
Sato was tenderly humping the rest of his thick cock into you while you were nice and close, just to realize after the first few thrusts that you were trying to inch yourself away from himâyour moans getting airier by the second.
His smile widened, âHah, whereâre you goinâ?â He'd only made you cum three times since the two of you got here. Surely that wasn't enough to have you acting like this already. âLook at you, trying to run from me now," Sato scoffed with faux bitterness.
You barely got a moment to process what he was doing before you choked.
Warm lips pressing against your ear, âCâmon, I jusâ want one more outtaâ you,â He purred, his arm slow to wrap around your neck while his bulking muscles pressed into the center of your throat. Whatever oxygen was on its way to your head all but died out as the man put you into a bullying chokehold and then flexed.
Your cunt squeaked juicily around him and his cockhead nudged in deeper because of the hold he had on you, otherwise rendering your body unable to escape.
That was one of many reasons why you always ran back to him. If Sato Gojo didn't know how to do anything else right, he damn sure knew how to fuck.
âMhmm, thatâs it, baby." His voice was huskier against your eardrums now and you felt your body shuddering with a sense of numbness as something slicker oozed around his shaft. "Take that fuckinâ cockâjuuust like that.â
His thrust became slower while he held you in place and you'd never felt so full in your life. It wasn't until he suddenly snapped up into you that all air left your lungs and your eyes crossed.
Whatever sound you let out was beyond pathetic and only followed by a desperate, âSâtoo much,â that he could barely hear.
Rolling his eyes, he repeated the motion a few more times at a steady pace, letting you adjust to being arched and folded up how he wants you. âMy dramatic girl, acting like you haven't been taking it just fine," He reminded you.
You almost believed him for a moment there until his free hand came snaking around your torso to press against your lower abdomenâright over the bulge his fat cock had created against your skinâand applying an egregious amount of pressure.
âMâgonna cum, Sato,â You cried out as his fingers slithered down to nudge against your clit. Never a firm rub or anything like that since he felt like his cock alone was enough to work what he wanted out of you.
Heâd smile all victoriously and whisper, âThat's it? Don't tell me you're still too scared to squirt on me?â
Truth be told, that was the one thing he couldnât do for some reason.
He never said anything but he thinks maybe youâre just one of those women who need a little more effort put into in order to make you squirt. More effort of which he damn sure doesnât feel like putting in.
Four orgasms in a row? Thatâs fine, he can do that no problem. Making you squirt? As badly as he wants to deep down inside, he just canât.
You ended up leaving a creamy mess around his cock but it's not the spurting stream of wetness he was hoping for. After letting you tremble out of your high, he's slow with the way he unwraps his arms from around you.
You fall forward onto the bed and let out a heavy breath before smiling wearily in relief. No other guy on campus ever managed to make you cum even once so of course you didn't think much of the fact that Sato couldn't make you squirt.
Hell, you were unknowingly on the same page with himâthinking you might've needed extra effort put in for that kinda release. Which was fine, you didn't need that much from him. The fact that he could make you cum back to back was more than enough in your book.
Not his though.
Sato hated it. He hated how he couldn't make you squirtâthe fact burned at his ego and wounded his pride greatly. He's made other women do it so he doesn't understand what the problem is. There were some nights where he wondered if maybe he was doing something wrong with you. Or maybe you'd found someone else who couldâ
He unknowingly scoffs at his thoughts, shuffling out of the bed and swiping up the nearest clean sweats to slip into. Who was he kidding? There isn't one other person on campus you'd go to over him.
And if he couldn't make you squirt, he knows there's no one else that could.
Amid his deep thoughts, you happen to look over and catch the way those white brows of his are neatly knitting together. He didn't even realize how his true feelings on the matter were written all over his face.
Your eyes had ran over him a couple times, pondering on all the scratch marks in various places. Places that your hands haven't touched.
And that's how the routine was with the two of you; high tension all throughout the day, let him fuck you 'til all your senses went numb, and then fade into quietness with little to talk about since Sato doesn't deem it necessary to get close with you in that way.
When you catch the way he's dragging his feet around the room, trying to clean the mess of clothes you two made prior to getting in the bed, your brows lifts with curiosity. Asking gently, "Hey, are you alright?"
Sato hums without turning around to you, running his a hand through his hair as if stressed out. "Yeah, m'fine." He grunts, glancing over at you after and adding a slightly comforting, "Are you?"
You nod in response to him and he stares for a moment longer than necessary, still deep in his thoughts about something he surely wasn't sharing with you anytime soon.
Why would he? You didnât need to know that he was beating himself up over something so stupid. Heâs well aware that heâs the best guy to ever sleep with you so, opening up to you about something so trivial wasnât in his character.
Thereâd been jokes and banter between the two of you beforeâobviouslyâbut it never went any further than that. The moment things threatened to dip into something real, something more tender or honest, Sato would shut it down with quick precision.
Which is exactly why you didn't try pressing for more of this dry conversation. Instead, you silently watched him tug a shirt over his head and then head over to the nightstand for his phone.
He's busy texting someone for a bit before he releases a huff and turns his head to see the way you've been quietly watching him, "Did you want me to run you a bath orâ"
"No, no, I told you, I'm fine," You unintentionally cut off.
You weren't sure where the awkwardness had come from but it wasn't completely unwelcome since there was clearly something he wasn't telling you. You saw it in the way he pouted all grumpily just before looking at you.
Whatever was on his mind had to be eating him up on the inside.
Not that the frown pushed you to ask him anything else though. You ended up turning over and rolling off is bed a few minutes later to gather your things and leave, to which he'd peacefully helped you with.
Then Sato escorted you all the way out of his maze-like home and was "kind" enough to give you a kiss on the forehead before sending you off.
Little things like that always caught you off guard. Your heart would do that weird thing in your chest as you wondered if there was a possibility of experiencing more than just hook-ups with the man.
Though, reality is quick to slap you back to your senses when you see him with his arm around some other woman the next day while on your way to class.
You knew better than to get emotionally attached to Sato Gojo. Everyone did.
ââ
Some days later is when shit decides to hit the fan between you two.
It happens so randomly that you almost feel as though you dreamt the whole thing up. The day starting with him texting you to come over that night and somehow ending with you in thwarted tears.
In all the time you spent with Sato, there'd never been a moment where he was blatantly selfish. Something of which surprised you in the beginning of your relationship since he was known to be a fuckboy.
Yet, ending up in his bedroom for the nth time, as his thumb rubbed at your clit with unsteady, jerky motions, appearing otherwise annoyed about somethingâSato had been selfish for the first time with you.
Foreplay was skipped entirely and you should've known something was up from that alone.
The most you got out of him prior to being stripped of your clothing was a messy kiss and a barely audible, "Need somethin' from you, baby," grunted into your mouth.
Then you were being carried all the way up to his bedroom, handled frustratedly down into the mattress, and soon fucked at a rate you weren't used to.
His thrusts were sloppy and needy, voice quiet since he didn't bother talking you through it or saying anything at all, and the only thing with a sense of normalcy to it was the way his thumb nudged over your clit as his cock dove in and out of you.
Midway through, you assumed he just had a bad day or something. Figured he wanted to take some of that stress out on you.
And that wasn't out of the ordinary for him, it's happened more often than not.
But as his thumb drew desperate circles around your twitching bud, Sato's cock twitched and he pulled out the moment you were about to cum. You were too dazed by his abrupt action that you nearly missed the way he stroked himself into finishing on your stomach and then scoffed. Bitterly.
Your eyes were glossed over since the taste of your own orgasm had been right there on the tip of your nerves, stripped away from you faster than you could blink.
Whatever had been bothering him about having sex with you was felt before it was understood.
He was already turning away by the time you pushed yourself to sit up, the sheets gliding down your arms as you watched him with wide, teary eyes. The room felt ten times quieter than it normally did. You saw how he crossed the room as if nothing had happenedâas if this was just another unremarkable moment to be shrugged off.
"Sato," You say, his name tripping in your throat on the way out.
Only then did he pause, fingers curled around his drawer handle. Not sparing you a glance back, "What." he breathed out.
It was hardly even a response, more of a wall you'd audibly stumbled into. You'd never heard his voice so dull and flat with you.
Swallowing down whatever confusing emotions were building up in your throat, "Did I, um... did I do something wrong?"
Somehow that gets his attention. He glances back over his shoulder then, expression insipid and eyes casting over you all bored-like. "Don't start that," He said, irritation weaving into his voice, "You're overthinking shit already."
Your mouth opens to say something but it's like you'd been slapped in the face, leading your lips to seal shut for a second. His words were too heavy for you, coming off with weighted dismissiveness.
After a few beats, your words trail out slowly, "Sorry I'm a little confused, Sato. You asked me to come over for that..?"
He exhaled sharply, like the question itself had tired him, "What else do I ever call you over for?"
Something shrewd twisted in your chest, "Certainly not whatever the fuck that was just now."
Sato finally turned more fully and leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms and letting his eyes meet yours firmly. "You sound upset."
"I feel used," You'd snapped back immediately.
His brow twitched, "'Cause I didn't make you cum?"
Again, the words came off blunt and careless.
Leading you to flinch internally, "I meanâyeah," You said as a humorless breath tiptoed out, "You normally do."
"Well, I didn't feel like it today. M'spent." He scoffed out.
It was almost as if that was supposed to be an explanation for everything.
You stared at him and felt the way your disbelief began to fade into something of anger, "You could've told me that."
"Would that have made you feel any better?" Every response came out of him like he'd rehearsed the entire conversation beforehand.
"We could've done something different," Your hands began to curl into the sheets a little, trying to steady yourself. "I could've-"
"I didn't want anything different." Sato cut off crisply.
You'd never been so utterly confused in your life. Everything was fine before thisâfor the most partâso what had come over him all of a sudden? Why was he acting like this?
The finality in his statement only made your stomach drop, your head shaking slowly in disbelief, "...So you wanted to use m-"
"No, sweetheart," The pet name sounds empty on his tongue, lacking its usual affection. "I wanted you to see how it feels to get into something thinking things are going to go like they always do, just to feel disappointed by the end."
The next sound that spreads throughout the room is your laughter as it exits you in incredulous fashion, "Sato, what the fuck are you talking about?"
He dragged a hand through the white tuffs of his hair, pacing only once before coming to a stop. "You..." Letting his words trail off, he released a long and stressed-out sigh, "Every woman I've been with has never had the problem you do."
That hits you square in the chest.
Head cocking back as you frown with immediate offense flaring over, "Excuse me? Are you... are you talking about squirting, Sato? You can't be serious."
"I am," He said without hesitation. "If it's just something you can't do, I'd rather you tell me than making me look like an idiot when we fuck."
"What?" Your eyes narrowed as your anger bled into something strictly hurt. "I... I'm sure I can. Maybe we're just doing something wro-"
"We?" Sato cuts you off instantly. Then his tone seemed firmer and you knew he didn't think things through when he said, "No, no, you've got shit backwards here. I can assure you I'm not doing anything wrong, that's all you."
Something inside you finally boiled over.
"All me?" You scoffed, pushing yourself out of the bed. The cold air wrapping itself around you felt like even more of a wake-up call than what he'd just said. "Oh, sorry for not being like all the other twenty girls you sleep with."
Grabbing your clothes with uncoordinated and janky movements after wiping away any lingering trace of what had happened, you subconsciously wished you could've erased the moment entirely from start to finish. Your hands trembled as you got dressed, seemingly more from the heated emotions waving through you than the embarrassment.
Sato stiffened upon hearing your words. For the first timeâprobably in his lifeâhis confidence had cracked. "Shitâwait," He rushed out, trying to step towards you and stop you from leaving.
It was almost like he himself wasn't aware of how severely fucked up his actions and words were.
His hand reached out for your arm, "I-I didn't mean it like that, c'mon. I justâ"
"Save it, asshole." You spat back at him, shoving his hand out the way and storming out his room before giving him a chance to say anything else.
He'd said more than enough to have your vision blurry and heart pounding in your chest as if pained.
The hallway was dim, your footsteps quickened to carry you as far away from him as possible, and your emotions buzzed all too loudly in your ears for you to think straight. You think you hear something clash against the wall back in Sato's room but you ignore it.
You're so wrapped up in your feelings that you're not even paying attention to where you're going. You only made it a few steps down the hall before you collided with something solid.
Someone solid.
Gasping as you stumble back, a pair of hands come up to steady you. "Ah, sorry," a voice hums out to you. The sound is soft as it reverberates throughout the hallway but your chest feels as though it's caving inwards since the guy in front of you sounded exactly like Sato.
There was a pitch of unfamiliarity in it, though. One that made you look up.
For a moment, you thought maybe you'd fallen off the bed earlier and that everything thus far had been some type of hallucination because surely Sato wasn't standing right in front of you right now.
...Except, with glasses? And a dorkier look in his eyes?
With the same snowy white hair, the same perfectly sharp jawlineâthat's somehow a tad softerâand the same dazzling blue eyes, he stared at you all longingly as if an angel had fallen right into his arms or something. The only difference between him and his brother being the black glasses sitting center on the bridge of his nose.
Despite the hallway's lack of lighting, you swear you see his cheeks flush with red as the moment of exchanged staring passes.
Prior to this, you'd only ever heard rumors of Sato having a twin brother but you never once imagined those would turn out to be true. The man's eyes widen slightly as he really looks at you, confusion flickering across his face whilst he takes in your flushed skin, the way your clothes are hanging off of you as though you'd rushed to put them all, and how your eyes are somberly glossed over.
"I-," You try to blink that wetness out of your gaze and then clear your throat. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine," He replies as he thoughtlessly continues to hold onto your arms. Then, uncertainly, "You're... Sato's, uhâ"
"Sato's what?" You cut off harsher than you meant to.
There was no way he was about to refer to you as that asshole's girlfriend or anything like that, right?
His mouth visibly goes taut, realizing he was about to step into something fragile. Instead of responding, he just stands there awkwardly enough to piss you off even more.
Groaning, you push past him and continue storming down the hall. You didn't have time for whatever that was about to turn into.
Unbeknownst to you, he'd stood there and watched as you walked awayâcursing himself out for letting his opportunity to talk to you pass him by like that. He'd known who you were for months prior to this. Out of all the women Sato brought over, you were the only one Toru took a genuine interest in.
It's unfortunate for him that Sato's a stingy asshole who doesn't care to introduce the two of you. Because of that, Toru had to go out of his way just to get glimpses of your personality.
He was always home when Sato brought you over, always in his room that's just one wall over while the two of you fuckedâlistening and secretly getting off to those gorgeous moans you let off. Toru knew it was perverted of him to do so, but he truly couldn't help himself.
Now here he is with sagging shoulders at the fact that he totally fucked up his first interaction with you.
He heard the whole argument between you and his brother and came out into the hallway hoping to come to your rescue or at least cheer you up, even if only for a second. Yet, all he managed to do was piss you off with his awkwardness and lack of confident social skills.
After a few minutes, Toru straightens up and settles his jaw in a way that says he'd made some type of silent decision. That wasn't going to be the last time he interacted with youâno matter how badly his brother fucked upâhe knew you'd be back eventually.
As he turns back to his room, he promises to himself that next time he sees you, he won't hesitate or fumble things with you.
ââ
A few weeks pass before anything else noteworthy occurs.
In that time, things between you and Sato remain rocky, to say the utmost least. Conversations between the two of you were more careful, apologies came far slower than they should've, and some semblance of trust had been rebuilt in uneven steps.
Sometimes he was sweet and more attentive than he had been before that big argument, kinda like he was afraid it'd happen again. Other times he'd slip up and those old habits would seep through, any excuse he gave you dressed up charmingly enough for you to ultimately end up forgiving him again.
The fact that you both were trying had to be enough to count for something, otherwise the two of you were better off calling it quits months ago.
Somewhere in the middle of that relationship, Toru became familiar to you. You went out of your way to see him whenever you visited the Gojo estate, even if you were only there for Sato.
He was almost always cooped up in his room, drowning himself in his studiesâtextbooks stacked neatly on his desk, handwritten notes color-coded and meticulously organized.
It wasn't long before you realized he and his brother were complete opposites. Where Sato excelled in partying and socializing, Toru peaked in academics and hobbies that were far more niche.
You remember poking your head into his room one time to say hi and catching him lost in Digimon reruns with strategy guides pulled up on his nearby laptop. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't even heard you saying something to him.
Situations like that are what got the two of you to be something close to friends.
Though, you still didn't know him any more than you knew Sato. You were still kept at an arm's length from either of their personalities beyond what was noticeable. Sato made sure of that where both he and his twin were concerned.
While he did soften up with you, he still wasn't interested in keeping you that closeânot close enough to know him. And he damn sure wouldn't let you go off and try to find that in Toru.
Anytime you and the nerdier Gojo sibling were alone, Sato was intruding minutes later. Always interrupting.
Even when you ran into Toru on campus.
One time when you found him outside the library, standing near a vending machine and ran up to talk to him, Sato seemed to spawn out of thin air with his arm around you is if to silently tell his brother to fuck off.
You weren't sure what had gotten into him as far as that was concerned. He didn't care when you talked to anyone else.
This was but another unfortunate thing for you since you were quite fond of Toru. He remembered little things about you; your major, your favorite cafe, and even your preferred place to sit in lecture halls.
If you asked Sato questions about any of those things, he'd probably shrug and ask you why any of it matters in the first place.
But you bet that dick for brains could tell you which position makes you cum the fastest...
It's regrettably because of that as to why you're currently standing at the large front doors to his home, having rung the bell only a few seconds ago due to an earlier text requesting you come over.
In said text, Sato promised that he only wanted to talk to you and you chose to believe him.
Just for Toru to swing the door open with a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, hey." He began, pushing his glasses further up on his face so that he could get a proper look at you. "If you're looking for Sato, he's not here. I actually think he's been gone for the past three hours or so."
Disappointment settles into you and you roll your eyes, already annoyed. "Of course he has," You sigh.
Toru offers you a half-comforting grin before stepping back a bit and opening the door wider for you, "He'll probably be back soon though, if you wanna come in?"
You debated leaving but the prospect of being able to spend some alone time with Toru is what swayed you into staying.
Which is how you ended up in their living room.
The rest of the house was quieter than Sato ever allowed it to be. There was no music blaring, none of his restless pacing or constant yammering about fuck knows what. The only thing heard was the low hum of the TV ahead of you and Toru.
He'd put on a movie a few minutes ago and although you'd agreed to watch it with him, you kept glancing towards the front door hoping to see Sato walk in any moment now.
It never happens.
Sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, you and Toru are steady to find comfort in one another's presence. You eventually let yourself focus on what he'd put on, snorting whenever he laughed at the unfunniest bits of it and finding yourself mused by the easiness of it all.
You noticed how Toru also tried to sneak his eyes onto you here and there, lacking that smoothness his slightly older brother had and always catching your attention when he did it.
The two of you even shared those warm moments where you'd catch him staring and then whisper, "What, is something on my face?"
To which he'd swallow thickly and shake his head, "No, not at all. Sorry..."
His shyness is probably what drew you in the most about him. You loved how often he avoided eye contact with you, how gentle his voice always came out, and the way he'd begin to adjust himself against the couch due to the smallest of things.
The night was going well enough for you to forget all aboutâ
Your phone rang and Sato's name was lighting up your screen.
At the sight, your shoulders went tense and you were unsure if you should answer it or not. Toru looked over at you but he didn't say anything.
The movie continued to play ahead as you picked up the phone and quietly spoke to Sato, "What?"
Whatever was said to you on the other end made your jaw clenchâsomething of which Toru noted instantly. He didn't mean to be nosy but it was hard not to when minutes passed and you were clearly getting frustrated about your conversation.
"You sound drunk," You're heard muttering, making Toru's ears perk up and then strain to hear more.
Sato is just barely heard grumbling in response, "M'not drunk, baby."
Your shoulders slump, "Did you even mean to text me?"
There's a long pause. Toru tenses up and Sato's heard burping.
"I texted you?" The man on the phone asks, making your entire mood sink. "Hahhh, fuck. I don' remember doing that.. What uh, what'd I say?"
"You said you needed to talk." You reply rigidly.
He nods even though you can't see him, "Ah... I mean, I do need to talk to you but," Pausing to grumble, "Don't see why I didn't jus' call.. Anyway, s-so yesterday I was with this girl 'n she said m'not doin' anything wrong."
His early attempt at trying to convince you he wasn't drunk fell flat in that instant. You stare into space for a moment, "What?"
"Remember how we got into it about your squirting problem?" Sato blurts out in response.
You could feel yourself getting irritated with him all over again. You hated the way he said that like it was truly an issue on your end alone, even though the two of you have talked about it after the argument.
"My squirting problem? You mean the fact that you can't get me there?" You snapped back, matching his energy for just a second and unintentionally gaining the dull attention of his nosy brother.
At this point, you don't think you cared whether or not he overheard.
"No, no, I cannnn..." Sato drags out drunkenly. Then you hear this giggle in the background before he adds, "This girl told me it really is you 'n not me. Because like-"
You hang up the phone before he can continue.
The last thing you wanted to do was entertain whatever the fuck he was about to tell you for any longer than you had to. Your phone falls down into your lap and you feel it buzzing a few seconds later but you only swipe it back up to silence it entirely.
After which, the room falls into a thick quietness that swallows up both you and Toru. Even the movie playing ahead had switched to a soundless scene that only added to the shift in moods.
A few minutes of this stillness pass before you feel the weight on the other side of the couch shifting. Your eyes flick over and you see him readjusting himself in his seat.
You don't question it nor say anything but his sudden movements do manage to pull you out of your funk for a second. Ignoring it, you pick your phone back up to see that Sato had texted you a bunch of gibberishâthe only sensible message you can make out being one of him begging you to text or call back.
As soon as you start typing, his twin decides to clear his throat again.
âI mean, it canât be that hard.â Toru says all timidly, his words catching enough to snag your attention away from your phone.
Your thumb goes idle against the screen and you look up at him to see his cheeks colored over with bright red. He was looking off to his left and you could tell by the rapid rise and fall of his chest that his breathing had gone off-track.
Clearly, he hadnât meant to say that out loud.
You chuckle as if intrigued by his words, humming, âYour brother said the same thing."
Toru scoffs and then speaks without thinking again, âHe doesnât care enough.â
Cocking a brow, âDoesnât care enough to make me squirt?â You ask.
The sound of the manâs breath hitching was clearer than the dense tension between you both. âObviously not,â Toru continues, lifting two slim fingers up to the center of his glasses to adjust them against his nose. âIf he did, he wouldâve made sure you⌠uh, did that.â
Never would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with the same man who can barely look you in the eye. But it was clear something had changed. Even in his body language, you saw how he'd sat up a bit straighter against the couch and let his legs sprawl out widerâalmost invitingly so.
He was still avoiding your gaze but the sturdiness in his voice is what intrigued you the most.
âDid what, Toru? Say it,â You pressed, putting your phone down and turning on the couch to face him fully.
You watched as his Adamâs apple bobbed in his throat with the way he gulped thickly. âHe wouldâve uhm..." Toru pauses to take a deep breathâmentally reminding himself that he swore not to embarrass himself in front of you againâand then clears his throat one more time, "He would've made sure you squirted.â
Too shy to look at you just yet, he misses how the look in your eyes changes entirely. It was like seeing him in a new light.
Not that you hadn't thought about it before. He does look exactly like Sato and there's been a few times where you've wondered what it'd be like to be the cause of his glasses going crooked 'n foggy.
Biting back a smile, âWell, he makes me cum a lot.â You explain to him casually. Certainly Toru wouldn't have started talking to you about this if he didn't at least have some advice for you, âLike, back to back.â
He nods, nimble fingers fidgeting over one another in his lap, âThen, he just doesnât know what heâs doing.â
You bat your lashes at him all cluelessly, âButââ
âAs I said the first time,â Toru looks at you all of a sudden, his eyes mildly terrified behind his frames despite the attempt of confidence spreading over his face. There was a devilishly sexy blend of sureness and hesitancy plastered all over his features, âIt canât be that hard.â
The direct eye contact and few inches of space between where you two were sitting made everything feel hot all of a sudden. Blush melts itself into his skin again and it was clear that this initiated flirting of his was a first time thing.
You knew Toru found you intimidating and that subconsciously accepted fact only made you want to see more. More of your affect on him.
Sliding closer to him on the couch, your voice slyly dips into something more taunting, âYou sound like you wanna try.â
Watching the way his jaw flexes, teeth tightly gritted within his mouth, and throat struggling to conceal the high-pitched sound that threatened to jump out of himâyour affect on the man was as clear as day.
Somehow, Toru manages to maintain his confident facade, âWould you let me if I did?â
âDo you?â You ask quicker than he expects you to.
His head felt like it was spinning already. Is this what it's like to do drugs? Does his brother get to experience this all the time?
Toru gulps again, âDo I.. what?â
Now he was playing dumb on purpose, as if he wasn't the one who commenced this whole thing with his earlier statement.
Which makes you giggle, âYouâre the smartest guy I know, Toru." Your compliment makes his heart skip a few beats. Then your head tilts and your tone softens, "Donât start acting dumb just to appeal to me.â
He bats those pretty white lashes at you with his eyes all doe-like on you for a moment before he looks down, âI just⌠I wanted to hear you say it.â
You stand up from the couch all of a sudden and he freezes up. Then you walk over and stand right in between his legs, moving a hand to his chin and forcing his head up. âDo you wanna try making me squirt?â
Toru shakes his head and your brows furrow. His face nuzzles into your hand, forcing it to spread open as his cheek presses into your palm, âItâs not something to be tried, itâs just something I can do for you.â He explains.
Your thumb brushes against his cheek and his glasses slip down his nose a bit. Smiling, âSomeone's confident.â
He merely whispers, ââCanât be that hard.â
ââ
Ten minutes later and you're wondering why he wasn't the first Gojo twin you met.
Loong fingers stretching your pussy out crudely, hot tongue attacking your clit like he wanted to lick you into numbness, and eyes still doe-like as they remain glued up on your faceâToru was nothing like his slightly older brother.
No, no, he aimed not only to please but to learn how you like to be pleased.
Whereas Sato would just sleep with you the same way he did with anyone elseâbeyond confident in his own abilities to bring a woman pleasureâToru was the kinda man who took his time to work you up specifically.
âTaste sâgood,â He praised in a tone deeper than you knew to be capable from him. You were laying across the couch now and he was stuffed neatly in between your legs. Whining, âMore,â as he tugged at your thighs, his jaw going slack, and his mouth smearing against your cunt. âGimmeâ moreâmmpfh. Please?"
You weren't sure what more he could be referring to when his fingertips were already twirling something sinful against your g-spot. You had a hand buried into his hair, your other behind you as you held onto the couch to steady yourself with the way he feasted on you as if your pussy was the best thing to wet up his tongue.
âAh, T-Toru, fuck!â You cried out, unconsciously pulling away from him when his fingers focused in deep against that soppy spotâaddicted to the way your slick gushed out around his hand and left a sweet mess against the couch.
His fingers leave your insides for only a second and a half before he's shoving them into his mouth to suck the taste off. Toru's eyes rolled back for a moment before he let both of his hands redirect to your inner thighs and then spread you out wider just so nothing was obstructing your view of the way he sloppily kissed your cunt.
Small strings of aroused filth would hang in between his mouth and your puffy pussylips, all of which would get licked off by his eager tongue before he dove back in for more.
Before you'd let him make his way down there, you recall the way he oh-so-awkwardly kissed you. He hardly had a clue what to do with his tongue when it was against yours but now that he was in between your legs, he became an entirely different person.
Suckling the dewy tastes into his mouth and guzzling it down his throat just to let it linger, Toru was nothing short of desperate to make you feel good. So much so that his brain practically turns off as he moves his hands to grip your hips and then lifts the lower half of your body up against his face.
His mouth nuzzled harder against you and you felt the wiggling tip of his tongue slap against your clenching walls. He softly humped the couch as he ate you out, letting the sounds of your moans coax him into giving you everything he could.
Toru only pulled away from your cunt when his glasses fogged up too much for him to see your face. And before you could offer to wipe them off or anything, you met his gaze with the way his head angled for you to do so.
His voice deep and aching, âSit on my face,â He requested before whining again. âPleasepleaseplease,â the man panted almost puppy-like and then seared his next words right into your clit with the edge of his tongue, âNeed it sâbad.â
You don't think you had it anywhere in you to deny him when he was asking so nicely like that.
But by the time the two of you had flipped over and you were left hovering over his pleasantly flushed faceâhis shaky hands tight against your hipsâyou were a little too nervous to sit down.
Toru had caught his breath by now but nothing about his starved appetite had changed. Those previously soft blue eyes of his seemed to pierce straight through you in a way that Sato's sometimes would. You know they're twins and all but fuck, it was nerve-wracking to experience that hungry look from the alleged "shy" twin.
âRide it," Toru husked out all of a sudden, giving your body the faintest pull.
Your eyes went all wide, ââŚYour mouth?â
Instead of clarifying things or being patient with you, he snatches your frame down with a strength you didn't know he possessed. Moaning before your core even reaches his lips again, âWant you to feed your pussy to me.â
Then he was practically suctioned to you again, eyes rolling back far enough for the whites to be visible beneath the foggy frames of his glasses.
âOhfuck,â You cry out, the upper half of your body slumping forward a bit as your thighs squeeze around his head.
You felt the way Toru smiled at the feeling, almost like he was exactly where he'd wanted to be. His tongue skated up into you with a vigor you'd never felt before.
The man ate pussy like he wanted the results of your release plastered all over those pretty glasses of his, leaving him with sogged vision and a numbed tongue. It was yet another thing that made him so much different than his brother because although that man had stamina like no other and knew how to use his cock, he never once ate you out.
Meanwhile Toru couldnât seem to get enough.
He even left a needy smack to your ass, encouraging you to do as he initially asked of you and ride his face. It wasnât until his tongue was constantly plunging past your glissading folds that you unconsciously rolled your hips forward and earned a whimper from him in response.
Then the hands on your hips began to tug at you again, not even begging you for more but demanding it now.
You could no longer focus on the way he looked with splashes of your slick spread out on his glasses in nasty droplets since the tip of his nose had bumped up against your clit, and his jaw went slack just to adhere to your drooling nerves.
The sensation made your entire body flinch, but he wouldnât let you pull up. For the nth time, you were stunned by Toruâs strength.
His tongue was thick and gathering against your pussy, not letting a singular drop of your taste escape his mouth until something light ghosted out of you.
âS-Something feels-, nngh,â Your struggles were just the cutest thing. âDifferent.â You tried to warn him.
His head tilted slightly and you felt his lips curve against you again as he smiled knowingly. Plucking his mouth away from you for the first time in forever with a wet pop!, Toru let his warm breath pat your quivering hole as he whispered, âItâs supposed to feel different, sweet girl. Thatâs what happens when you come to the right twin.â
Cocky. You never knew Toru had that in himâmust be a trait that runs into family.
Except, itâs not like he was wrong. Once he lathered his tongue back in and sucked on your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane, you felt that coiling burn building up inside you. You knew you were gonna squirt despite never experiencing it before.
But it felt like too much, made you feel dirty as you neared that shattering edge. So much so that you tried so hard to snatch yourself away from Toru, whining excessively only for each sound to fall on completely deaf ears.
Your legs had clamped around his head so tight that he was getting lightheaded from his lack of oxygenânot that he cared. He had one singular goal and nothing was gonna stop him from reaching it.
It wasnât long before it happened as his complimenting moans turned into graveling groans. The sounds vibrated against your pussy and you were tongue-fucked right into something blissful. Bleary white streaks coated your vision and you think you wouldâve fallen over if not for the mean grasp he had on you.
Toru had done it, he managed to make you squirt.
By the time your brain feels like itâs functioning enough to hold a conversation, you let your vision come back to you and look down to see his soaked face.
His eyes are dazed whilst they peer up at you, appreciation swirling through his pupils. Those same glasses youâve managed to squirt over are now crooked and you wonder if thatâs from the way you unconsciously started rutting your hips forward just a few minutes ago.
Toru didnât do anything but pant heavilyâhis breath stuttering here and there due to how long he went without breathing properly. When he finds the energy to send you another boyish grin, you feel a wave of embarrassment flutter over.
âShit,â You huff, slowly moving from over his face and then grabbing his glasses.
With his face revealed, you saw how unfairly pretty he was with content written into his skin.
Then he chuckles softly, âYou donât have tâclean those.â Toru tells you, tone mumbled.
You were trying to wipe his glasses off with your shirt but heâd moved his hand to your wrist to stop you.
âI like the mess,â he added.
After which youâre stuck staring at him while he takes the wet glasses out of your hand and puts them back on his face. Surely thereâs some hygienic concerns to take into consideration here but heâs not at all worrying about that right now.
Not with the painfully hard cock heâs got twitching in between his legs.
He wasnât gonna tell you out of fear youâd assume he was some kinda loser (he is) but, not only did he cum half-way through eating you out, he also got hard again when that messy stream came pouring out of you.
Toruâs never made a woman squirt before but he did study enough videos toâclearlyâfigure out how itâs done. He didnât think it would work so easily with you since all he had to use was his tongue but considering the way you just-
âCan you do that again?â Your voice hits his ears all of a sudden and his eyes widen.
âW-What?â Toru chokes, âYou uh, you want me to make you squirt again?â
You nod and then move to sit back a little, not exactly in his lap but still close enough for your body heat to mingle. Your finger trails down the center of his torso slowly as you speak, âIt felt really good. I wanna do it again,â You requested almost innocently. âBut, on your cock this time.â
He doesnât know how he managed not to cum at the sound of that.
Toru knew you were bold, he knew you could be a bit of a ditz at time, but fuckâdid you have any idea of the things you were asking for sometimes?
Mustering up that faux confidence from before, he leans up and hums. âAlright, yeah⌠I can do that.â He thinks. Not that heâll admit his lack of assuredness to you though. His hands simply move against your body and you hardly realize whatâs going on until heâs swooped you up in his arms. âBut not here.â
You blink dumbfoundedly, âWhy not?â
âI have a better idea.â
ââ
When he said that, you didnât think the better idea in question would be having sex in his brotherâs room.
You recognized the path there as Toru carried you, felt the familiarity when he laid you down on the bed, and smelled the same scent of Sato lingering around even as Toru tried to distract you with kisses.
It seemed to be surprise after surprise with this man.
âI think after all the times Iâve had to hear the two of you fuck,â Toruâs hands were running down your bodyâhis touch smoother than his brotherâs ever were. âItâs only fair that I make you squirt in the same place he never could, right?â
Too many thoughts of sin swirled in your head for you to answer that properly so all you did was nod your head again. Which was yet another thing he found cute.
Itâs no wonder Sato kept you to himself all this time.
That realization becomes even clearer by the time Toruâs got his cock freed from his clothing, his pinkish tip dribbling precum down onto your cunt while he gapes at the sight.
With his clothes all gone, you realized that heâd been hiding a ripped body under all those baggy, nerdy-branded tees he wore. His muscles would flex without him even trying and he didnât even notice how badly you were drooling over him until he stopped looking at your weeping hole and remembered to redirect his gaze up.
Seeing how youâre staring at his abs like you wanted to take a bite out of him, he leaned all the way up and allowed himself to be on full display for you. His cock bobbed with its hardness due to the way you admired him.
He was only reminded again that his brother got this time and time again and was too selfish to share.
What an asshole.
Toru scoffed and let his head cock to the left, peaking down at his length still hanging over your lower abdomen. âHm,â His hand moved and he began to measure himself in comparison to how deep inside you heâd be within the next few minutesâhand stopping only a few inches short of your belly button. âDoes he reach this far?â
You flinched out of your gawking thoughts and moved your attention to where his hand was, gasping at the debauched sight in between your legs.
Truth be told, the fact that they were twins clearly applied to every inch of their bodies. But if you looked hard enough, you could notice that Satoâs is a bit longer while Toruâs has that veining thickness.
To avoid making the man jealous, you shrug and make eye contact with him again, âPut it in and find out.â
Toru laughs dryly and you throb. Something had changed from before. His shyness seemed like it hid itself away considering there was nothing shy about how he wrapped his hand around his cock and then let it slap slap slap! against your swollen folds.
Your body twitched at each slap but what caught his attention most is how your cunt salivated with each one.
âHuh. I think I figured it out,â Toru breathed, his glasses slipping a bit.
Then he guides his dick up to swab around your clit for a couple seconds just to see the way your hips instantly squirm up for more. The smile that drags out across his face is chillingly close to the one Sato wears while he fucks you.
âThere it is,â Toru whispers, hauling his cock down and letting his plump tip poke against your hole to feel you clench, and then slide back. âThatâs what you like. You like being teased.â
You were so needy that you felt your slick wetly sliding down your skin to pool beneath you, âN-No, I justââ
âShhh, focus on how this feels, pretty girl.â He instructs. All the shakiness you normally heard in his speech was gone and replaced with something sinfully commandingâyearning only to teach you true pleasure. âSee how my cock keeps slipping out? Mmgh,â He repeated his action from before and your hips bucked for more this time, making him huff. âDonât you want it inside you sooo badly?â
Your hand reached down for him, trying your damndest to angle him into you, âI do. Toru please,â You pleaded delightfully.
His naturally submissive nature leads him to slip an inch in but the dewy warmth of your pussy makes him let out a stuttered gasp. Then he lets his cock slop right out of you with another ringing sound of filth spurring out into the air. His deft cockhead thwacks at your quivering hole again and your eyes roll back.
"Say that again." Toru grunts, slapping your parted folds with his cock again to emphasize his words, "Beg me for it."
Your back arches up off the bed this time and youâve got the prettiest look of desperation on your face, "Mnh, please?"
Fuck. He was not strong enough to drag this out any longer.
Nor was he reader for how welcoming your cunt is for him. Swallowing him in inch by stretching inch, Toruâs left with a slacked jaw as he finally slides into you. Choking on his own breath, âO-Ohh⌠Oh fuck.â he pants, âYouâre so wet. F-Fuck, were you always this wet? Shit..â
You let off a pleasant string of moans that make his cock twitch wildly inside you before he even makes it halfway in.
Managing a short breath, you smile up at him, âDidnât know you could curse sâmuch, Toru.â
He knew right then and there he was fucked.
âG-Gonna cum,â He whimpers as he drops his face down into your neck. The singular utterance of his name is what did it for him.
You thought he was just being dramatic but when you feel velvety ropes of creamy cum flooding into you followed by his throaty grunts against the crook of your neck, you realize he was being everything but.
The man could barely move his hips and all he had to offer you was thick loads in sporadic spurts and whiny groans.
By the time you feel his cum escaping where the two of you are still connected, youâre slow to snort, ââŚToru?â
âShit,â He gasps immediately, âShitshitshit, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. I-I didnât mean to cum,â His head flies up, white hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat and eyes all wide and apologetic on yours, âI just-, you felt so good. I couldnât-, fuck. Iâmââ
âItâs okay,â You giggle, moving your hands to cup his face, âJust keep goinâ.â
âBut-,â His eyes travel back and forth between your own as he continues to stare. It takes Toru a long moment to realize heâs⌠still hard.
With a breathless oh tumbling out of his kiss-bitten lips, he rolls his hips forward and pushes his cum deeper into you as a creamy squelch rings out. âO-Ohh, fuck. That sounds sânasty...â He murmurs, arousal decorating his expression from the sound.
âMhm,â You whir, tugging him down to kiss you.
If Sato had good stamina then, as twins, Toru should too, right?
A very intimate mess of his hips rocking down into you carries on with your lips sliding over one another. Unlike his older sibling who typically fucked like his every thrust guaranteed pleasure (it did), Toru moved inside you in the same way his mouth moved over yoursâawkward but careful.
The streeeetch from his cock definitely made up for his lack of hurried strokes since his steady pace forced you to feel every prodding inch.
He may not have lasted long inside you without cumming but he was able to bring you to an orgasm of your own, whispering things into your mouth about how perfect you wereâhow his brother never deserved any of this.
It made your heart feel heavy and your cunt sloppily sang around his cock up until the sound of something dropping made you both gasp.
âWhat the fuck.â Satoâs voice was heard seething, having dropped the bag he had hanging off of his shoulder.
When Toru pulls away from you and glances back, you manage to move your head enough to catch a glimpse of how Sato stuck was staring at the way his twin steadily fucking you to gentle tears.
âS-Sato,â You sputtered out, suddenly feeling Toruâs hand move to press down your lower abdomenâtightening the pressure around his cock and making him feel impossibly bigger inside you. âOhmygod-,â Both men heard the way you choked, âMâgonna cum.â
Only to be interrupted by Toru scoffing, "Not yet. Someone has to teach this guy how to make you squirt, right?"
âNo one has to teach me shit,â Sato argued as he fully entered his bedroom.
What a sightâhis own brother fucking his favorite girl. Sato never thought heâd see the day, honestly.
Hell, he didnât even know what to say. The sight of you two wasnât the worst thing in the world. Toru had his face so it was like seeing himself fuck you. But, yâknow, with glassesâŚ
âClearly someone does,â Toruâs delayed response came after heâd tugged his cock out of you, watching his cum sap out and soil his brotherâs bedsheets. âEspecially if I was able to do it.â
Rolling his eyes, âBullshit.â Sato spat without letting his brotherâs words register properly. When they finally do, an appalled expression colors over him, âWait, what? No way, show me.â
Toru moves a hand to scratch the back of his neck, looking off to the side dorkishly, âUh, we didnât record it or anythingââ
âNo, I mean do it again, four eyes.â His older brother clarifies rudely.
You sit up at that. Glancing back and forth between the two for a moment and then settling your eyes onto Sato, âWhat?â
âI donât believe him,â Sato huffs as comes to sit on the edge of his bed. Throwing his eyes onto you, âSo, if he really made you squirt then surely he has no issue doing it again.â
You blink. âYou want him to do that in front of you?â
âI want to see you squirt, period,â He admits, âI donât care who gets it outtaâ you at this point.â
You and Toru then exchange glances before looking at him.
âWell?â Sato scoffs. âIf youâre gonna go out of your way to fuck in my bed, donât stop now that Iâm here. Put on a fuckinâ show for me.â
Ever so demanding he wasâŚ
ââ
Not that you or Toru seemed to care.
The next position you end up in is rather⌠precarious, to say the least.
You thought you were left stretched before but that feeling was utterly pale in comparison to what you felt now. Toru had you bouncing up and down his heavy cock, letting it talk you through every pummeling thrust by leaving sweltering smooches against the deepest crevices of your cunt.
Your maw was left to dangle open and you looked like a true slut in the eyes of the Gojo twins. As one fucked you beyond dumb, the other was sat in front of you with his hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm running up and down that wildly long cock of his as sticky precum glistened out from his tip.
Drool and spit trickled all down your jaw and fell onto the floor below and you couldnât move in any way to escape Toruâs desperate thrusts.
The sound of sweaty skin slacking and clashing against one another echoed through Satoâs large bedroom whilst he watched and got off to the sight.
Your arms and legs were locked firmly in Toruâs grip and he was just using your pussy to satisfy that swollen ache heâd been dealing with for fuck knows how long now.
The remnants of his cum sobbed downwards and left a messy ring around his base, the pearly color nearly mocking the white happy trail of hair he had.
"Tighter-, hahh.. squeeze around me tighter, please." Toru muttered into your ear, having found himself pussydrunk and slopped. The walls of your pussy narrowed around him and his hips snapped up a little faster, "Good girl, just like that. F-Fuuck... you're gonna make me c-cum." Toru whimpered.
A singular gasp of, "Inside.â from your horribly sore throat makes both him and his brother groan.
"Again? Shiit," Toru sent a bragging smile ahead before bucking his hips up into you faster as if to prove a point. Still talking into your ear, "Y'want me to breed you in front of Sato? Damn, you're sluttier than I thought you'd be."
You feel his weighty balls pounding up against your skin as his cock bullied in deeper, your pussy stretched into the prettiest shape and molded perfectly around him.
Sato couldnât take his eyes off the errotic sight and his hand moved faster, his own hips thrusting up as he reminisced on that feeling of positioning into you. The man swears he could feel you wrapped around him just from watching his brother handle you.
It was so different to see things from this perspective but fuck was it sexy. Your tits bounced as Toru dragged you up up upp and then let his hips meet you halfway with a needy thrust as he let your body come back down.
"Mmngh, Toru!" You moaned softly.
To which his teeth nipped at your ear, "It's so cute when you say my name like that," He huffs, "Do you like me that much? Hm? Like the way Toru treats this pussy?"
You weakly moved your head in agreement, tears running down your cheeks, "Uhuhh⌠f-fuuuck, Toru. Mâcummin.â
His movements grew faster then, ruder. The plump crown of his cock mashed into that sweet spot of yours over and over and over as if to make the spot his new homeâimprint himself there permanently.
Breathing all heavy against you, âSâokay, let it out, sweetheart. Show him what he should be making you do, yeah?â
Sato cums a split second before it actually happens, based on the fact that it was about to happen. Thank god you were too drunk to see it because heâs watching with teary eyes as you squirt all over Toruâhis dick slipping out of you because of it and the mess spraying ahead filthily.
Your pussy quivers from the release and youâre whining all through it, the cooing sound of Toru whispering you through your high prominence in your ear. You could barely think, barely breathe because of the intensity of it all.
When you calm down from it, Toruâs still got you in his arms and all youâre left to focus on is Satoâs pouty face as he continues to stroke himself.
âWell, fuck. Look at you,â He spoke hoarsely the moment he noticed your attention on him, his head resting back against his headboard, âJust a whore for some Gojo cock, huh?â
Your head barely bobs in responseâfar too dazed to answer that with a properly functioning brain.
Satoâs hand squeezes around his tip and his brows furrow, âYeahhh? Yâliked watching me jerk off like some pathetic loser while I let my brother fuck you?â He hardly waited for another answer out of you before nodding his chin, âBet you do. Look at that pussy, so fuckinâ wet from this.â
Toruâs easing you down on the bed in between the both of them, puffing, âUnfair of you to keep her all to yourself, Sato.â
Keeping things simple, âIâm willing to share now.â
âŚ
Things should have ended there. Seriously.
But, allas, the hold these two have over you appeared to be much stronger than you thought.
âWrap those lips around me, baby.â Sato had requested, watching your shaky limbs move in between his legs.
Toru was somewhere behind you, diving his face back into your cunt to⌠clean the mess he left in there, apparently.
Out of both of them, Toru was definitely the more perverted oneâcurrently eating his own cum out of your cunt after giving you some bullshit excuse about wanting to keep you clean.
All he wanted was to stick his tongue inside you again. You werenât that dumb.
While you gathered Satoâs cock into your palm and let your lips press into his tip, he hissed as his face twisted up due to sensitivity. Easing a hand onto your head, âAtta girl. Choke on this dick while he cleans you up. Wanna see every inch down that throat.â
His words never failed to leave your cunt soused, a physical reaction of which met Toruâs compliant tongue.
Satoâs bed was a mess of all sorts of fluidsâoverly due for a washing after all that had taken place thus far. His cock was somewhere in the back of your throat and he felt your moans tremble against him whenever Toru slurped against you just right.
The three of you were lazy with everything by now and the only thing that made the Gojo siblings perk up was when you ended up gifting Toruâs mouth with another raining mess.
Oh, Sato was in awe at the sight all over again. So much so that itâs what caused his next orgasm. He was so dazed by your squirting that he didnât even bother to ask you to swallow what heâd just unconsciously thrusted into your throat.
Normally thatâs his favorite part; watching or asking you to swallow his seed. Yet, heâd missed all of that because seeing his brotherâs face smothered in your wetness left him shocked.
âOhhh, shit. That was more than the first time.â Toru said as he finally pulled himself from in between your legs.
Satoâs ears twitch and he cocks a brow. Daze broke completely, âFirst time?â he asked. It was clear he still didnât believe that his geeky, clumsy, and overall awkward sibling made that happen before he walked in.
Toru looks at his brother, âYeah⌠More than the first time she squirted.â
Sato stares. âYou⌠You made her squirt before I got here?â Disbelief was evident in his tone.
He chuckles, âYou asked me that like itâs hard or something, of course I did.â
You pull yourself up from Satoâs softening cock just in time and give the two slow blinks while transferring your gaze back and forth. Sleepiness wasnât slow to overcome you.
Sato met your eyes with his pointed ones and puffed all brat-like, âSoooo⌠youâre gonna do that for only me next time, right?â
Thereâs not a singular thought inside your head as you blatantly ignore him. Then, you turn over and plop onto the bed to lay downâback facing the two of them.
âHello?â Sato taps your shoulder and then jokingly adds a comedic, âChat, am I mutedâŚ?â
Toru snorts with a shake of his head, getting out the bed to start cleaning up the mess you three collectively made within the past few hours.
Then, youâre wondering if the roles had reversed for a second when he grumbles, âFuckinâ loserâŚâ
katsukiâs favourite thing to do is watch you come undone beneath him. he finds it amusing when your brows are furrowed, your lips are slightly parted and your moaning his name so loud you could probably be heard from miles away.
your laid on your back with your legs spread wide for your pro-hero boyfriend who just returned home from an overnight mission, still in his hero suit with his mask pushed up against his forehead, smudged eyeliner around his eyes as he watches you take his fingers.
three big fingers push in and out of your glistening pussy, a ring of cum coating the base of his fingers. your clit between his teeth as his sucks and tugs. his tongue lapping up your juices like water, âfuck you taste so sweet.â his voice is hoarse and his eyes are half lidded. heâs devouring you like heâs been starved. your juices coating his chin, shining in the dim light of your bedroom.
ângh kats!â your angelic voice rings through his ears, a soft groan escapes his lips as you squirt again into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he licks up the juices. âso fuckin sweet â his voice is lewd and low, he pushes another finger into your warm cunt causing your legs to close, thighs pushing strong against his head.
his other hands grips onto one of your thighs, pulling it away from his head, âkeep yer fuckin legs open while i eat.â he demands sucking harder on your clit causing you to squeal. his fingers speed up, curling upwards and retreating backwards in a practiced rhythm. you squirt again, katsuki groans loudly like a animal eating his prey. his red eyes blow wide, pupils dilated as he looks you in your eye, mouth not latching off of your cunt.
letâs just say katsuki bakugou is an eater and heâs proud
Imagine trying to have a normal Halloween party but all of your guests are REAL monsters that are horny as FUCK.
You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those âfakeâ vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-
Youâve gotta stop having open invite parties unless youâre ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.
Humans are cute, and youâre a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, theyâre about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.
A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you canât quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.
Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. Itâs only later that you realize theyâve begun drinking from your neck, youâre too buzzed to even notice the pain.
Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesnât even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like youâd notice anyways, youâre too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.
Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night theyâve all left some sort of claim on you, and youâll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.
Youâve got the sight after all, even if youâre not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when theyâre plowing into them.
Hopefully next time youâll actually realize youâre getting pounded by actual monster cock, though.
older bf!nanami making you squirt for the first timeâŚ
He has your legs spread, body naked and vulnerable, his thick fingers plunged deep inside of you as he slowly drags them over your g-spot, your poor, needy pussy clenching around him. You squirm in his lap, heavy breaths making the room hot and head dizzy. His other hand slowly rubbed your clit, following the same pace of his two fingers that were working inside you. He was always the type to help build up your orgasm, taking his time with you, watching you slowly fall into the pit of lust and ecstasy. He loved watching you become desperate, your body submitting to his touch, getting you so worked up to the point you canât do anything but cum.
He listens to the way your breath waivers and your whimpers get louder, letting him know just what drives you up the wall. And heâs successful every time, leaving you a moaning, shaking mess. Only this time, you notice he purposefully curls his fingers to hook your g-spot. Itâs not like he hasnât before, but heâs constantly doing it, and slowly too. It feels different, too different. The pressure makes you squirm, each time he presses against it, it feels like you have to pee.
âMmmphâKenâŚcan we stop for a second it feels like Iâm gonna pee,â you shyly say. He doesnât release his grip on you, if anything it only gets stronger. And his fingers? Theyâre moving faster, harder, deeper. âW-wait! Ken! Iâm serious! I think Iâm gonna pee!â You squeal, toes curling, a rush of embarrassment washing over you at the thought of peeing all over your boyfriend. He presses on your clit a little harder, rubbing faster.
Your whimpers turn into moans, brows furrowing as the pressure builds up, increasing each second. Each brush of his fingers has you threatening to explode everywhere. âK-Ken! Youâre going too fast! Just let me useâahhhh! Oh my god! I canâtâŚhold it! Iâm sorry!â You meekly say, your pussy gushing everywhere. But was it really you peeing? It canât be? Your legs are shaking and your body feels light, almost likeâŚdid he just make you squirt?
He keeps rubbing your puffy, sensitive clit, clear liquid still erupting from your poor cunt, soaking your thighs and your boyfriendâs lap. He pulls his fingers out from your sopping cunt, your juices dribbling down. âW-whatâŚthe fuck?â You ask between heavy breaths, your brain feels like complete mush.
Your boyfriend chuckles in your ear, his large palm lightly smacking your pussy, bumping your clit. âI knew you could do it, sweetheart.â You could hear the smirk in his voice.
âY-you planned this?â You ask, legs quivering, body twitching each time he glides his fingertips over your slit.
âYouâre so cute,â he laughed. âI need to pee! I need to pee!â He said mockingly. âMy poor baby has never squirted before.â
âStop!â You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, turning away from him.
âDid you feel good? You felt that oh so sweet release? Your body letting go?â He whispered in your ear, peppering kisses down your neck. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as his fingers still toyed with you. âGood. Now I want you to do it on my cock next.â
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summary: A production assistant for an erotic arts studio, you think you've seen every ridiculous plot line under the sun. But not even porn tropes can compare to the absurd reality you find yourself in when the on-screen talent drops out, and you're asked to fill in opposite the studio's number one star Bakugou Katsuki.Â
contents: The classic oh-no-the-porn-talent-has-gone-missing-let's-sub-a-rando-in trope, no quirks au, pornstar Bakugou, soft dom Bakugou, gn + afab reader, unrequited-requited crush, slight bondage, descriptions of afab genitalia, nipple sucking, cunnilingus, piv sex, pet names used: angel and sweetheart, porn with surprise feelings, 18+, 8.2k words
notes: This is my Bakugou x Reader commitment for @ficsforgaza, and I am sorry it is late enough to also count for Valentine's Day (but also Happy Valentine's Day!!) Additionally, a special thank you to my angel princess @ofmermaidstories for handing me the nerd + pornstar combo when I was worried about Bakugou's characterization. I think this is the only way I could have ever written a pornstar Bakugou that felt right to me. Love you, Mermie.
The studio was churning in chaos by the time you arrived.
The first sign that things werenât right was Komori, one of your fellow production assistants, propped against the wall outside. Her cellphone was pressed against her ear, and she looked nervous, her foot tapping a thousand miles a minute. She had a thumbnail pressed to her mouth and was chewing steadily through the nail like a rabbit through a lettuce leaf.
You didnât want to disturb her, so you buzzed inside the studio, only to find the hallways filled with an equally nervous energy. Yaoyorozu, one of the production managers, hovered in the doorway of a dressing room. She looked to be arguing with someone, her normally sweet expression pinched in profile. A small circle of people took up the hallway behind her, shifting apprehensively.
A shrill voice filtered out of the dressing room as you tried to wedge yourself by. âI said Iâm not doing it. Weâre getting married and we agreed I wouldnât do this anymore.â
You stopped in your tracks, blinking as you turned back to the doorway, peering over Satoâs shoulder.
Bibimi Kenranzaki was one of the studioâs top actresses, the very performer scheduled to shoot the production you were working on this afternoon. The shoot was a Valentineâs Day special, and had already been delayed at Bibimiâs request several times. If youâd understood Yaoyorozuâs previous concerns correctly, today was the last possible day to shoot it with enough time for it to make it through editing to post on Valentineâs.
This was not good.
âBibimi, of course we would never force you to do something you did not consent to,â Yaoyorozu said patiently. âBut you can see how having delayed this shoot many times already puts us in danger of not delivering on our commitments.â
You heard a dismissive snort issue from the room, and peered over one of Yaoyorozuâs slender shoulders. Bibimi lounged across one of the waiting room couches, arms crossed over her chest. An enormous diamond ring youâd never seen before glinted from one of her fingers, clearly the source of todayâs change of heart.
Oh, production was not going to be happy.
You winced as you ducked out from behind Yaoyorozu, heading back down the hall to stuff your things into one of the vacant lockers. It was a struggle to fit everything in as today youâd come directly from a lectureâtwo textbooks the size and weight of cinderblocks choking up all the space in your bag. You would have thought that, considering that a wide swath of the production staff were college studentsâincluding several of the performers themselvesâthe studio would have had a better set up. But it was often a fight to the death to even find an open locker amongst the many other bookbags, and an equally Sisyphean struggle to get the door shut on the tiny cubbies.
Once you finally managed to finagle the door shut on your backpack, you made a beeline for the supply room. Typically, your first task of any shoot was acquisition of about a million pounds of baby wipes and lube, though you wondered if they would be needed today, given the scene with Bibimi youâd just witnessed.
You checked the film schedule posted in the staff entry to find the allotted set room. Then you made your way down the twisting maze halls carpeted with ancient olefin to the set for You Cumplete Me, the obnoxious working title Kaminari had come up with for this particular Valentineâs Day project.
The room was set up like some generic apartment, a large bed with a wire-framed headboard dominating the majority of the space. A cherry wood nightstand cluttered with fake knick knacks stood diligently at the bedside, and two fake windows with their curtains drawn shut overlooked the whole affair, red dressings fluttering slightly in the breeze from a fan.
Most of the production staff was already inside the room, the cameramen and director huddled together in the corner, whispering nervously. You spotted Mina, the wardrobe coordinator and makeup artist, fussing with her phone in the other corner, her various products and brushes spread out across a plastic folding table, looking put out.
âYou know if weâre going to be able to sub anyone in for Bibimi?â you asked as you approached her, flopping down in one of the chairs set up at her makeshift dressing table. You arrayed your armful of lube and plastic packs of wipes at the corner so as not to disturb her arrangement.
Minaâs eyes flicked up to yours and she grinned, the upturn of her mouth accented with perfectly-applied hot pink lipstick.
âKomoriâs called like ten other actresses so far and canât get anyone,â Mina answered. âAnd Shiozaki and Kendo are in-studio but both just got off another shoot so we contractually canât use them. I think Yaomomo is ready to start shaking people down.â
You winced. Yaoyorozu never lost her cool, but the pressure must be mounting. You knew marketing materials had already been put out on the studioâs website, specifically promising the return of the studioâs highest-grossing starâBakugou Katsukiâopposite Bibimi.
While Bibimi might be the highest paid actress, Bakugou was the real draw of UA Productions. UA churned out projects that were largely targeted towards less traditional marketsâlargely womenâporn that was often of higher production value, higher quality scripting, and careful coordination showcasing enthusiasm and consent. It also subsequently employed more than its fair share of beautiful men.
And Bakugou Katsuki crowned that pile of performers. Though foul-mouthed and often irascible, he was undeniably breathtaking to behold, both on screen and in person. He was the typical blend of tall, strong, and well-muscled that most UA actors were. But he moved with a singular precision and intention that drove fans wild, and came equipped with bed-rumpled blond hair, mile-long lashes, a surly, pouty mouth, and a facial symmetry that Euclid himself would have wept over.
He was also nearing the end of his doctoral and would not be filming for much longer, you were given to understand. So the studio stood to lose a significant amount of audience trust and money, should this production fall through.
As if on cue, Bakugou Katsuki himself stomped through the doorway. The expression on his face told you he was already well-aware of what was happening with Bibimi, and he was getting annoyed with the hold up. He set a direct line for you and Mina, mouth twisted in dissatisfaction.
Your ears promptly went hot, the way they always did when Bakugou was in your line of vision.
Youâd unfortunately had something of a crush on him from the minute youâd become a production assistant at UA, your third year of college. Funds were tight and your masters program loomed large in front of you, its meager stipend like a slap in the face. Youâd needed something else flexible, and youâd found UA through the friend of a friendâits proximity to the university, and ever changing schedule of ongoing productions offering the perfect amount of flexibility for your situation.
Bakugou had been there that first day as Yaoyorozu gave you the tour, too. Heâd been tucked up on the couch of the waiting room as you passed through, blonde hair rumpled, someoneâs lip gloss still smeared at the corner of his jaw. He looked like a soft, relaxed messâclothes askew like heâd pulled them back on after a shoot and immediately migrated to the couchâthough his scarlet eyes tracked intently across the page of an enormous engineering text spread across his thighs. His long fingers twirled a pen absently, tapping against a notebook peeking out from just under the textbook, headphones jammed over his ears.
He did not look up as you made your way inside, but your stomach had flared to life with a sudden flutter of butterflies. You were startled by the pretty set of his mouth, the long lashes that swept over his cheeks as he read, the flex of those long, beautiful fingers on his pen. You had never seen a person so perfect in real life, and the effect was dumbing.
âThatâs Bakugou, one of our performers,â Yaoyorozu had told you, leading you through the room. She did not stop to introduce you. âHeâs working on a PhD in chemical engineering, and performs once every couple of months for us. Heâsâermânot quite friendly, so weâll skip the introduction today.â
Youâd followed her, nodding obediently, leaving Bakugou behind. Youâd dutifully concluded your tour and signed all the paperwork, and met several other members of the staff. It was only when youâd been released from your onboarding obligations that you saw Bakugou again, as you ran out into the parking lot to start your car.
It was raining out, a torrential downpour much worse than when youâd arrived that came down in thick, pelting sheets. Visibility was bad enough that you almost missed the tuft of blonde hair across the parking lot, ducking under the awning of the nearby bus stop.
You knew the route headed back towards your university, and subsequently your apartment, and it dawned on you that Bakugouâs would most likely be attaining his cited PhD at your same college. You felt your mouth twist, impressed. PhD tracks were notoriously difficult to attain at Musutafu Universityâno wonder Bakugou needed a job that was, for lack of better phrasing, quick and dirty. He probably was drowning in post-grad labs and dissertation materials.
The memory of those long fingers tapping at the edge of his text suddenly flickered again in your brain, and something possessed you as you started up your engine. Before you knew what you were doing, you had pulled your car around into the bus stop bay, leaning out to call out to him.
âHeyâBakugou, right?â you said, watching as scarlet eyes found yours, narrowing suspiciously. His pretty mouth lifted in an immediate, reflexive snarl, and those broad shoulders squared off, like he was getting ready for trouble.
You cut in, quickly explaining yourself when you realized he had no context for the rando hanging out of their car window at him. âIâm Yaoyorozuâs new production staff. Just joined today. Are you headed towards Musutafu U and do you want a ride?â
A blonde eyebrow lifted. âYouâre with UA?â he asked. His voice was a kind of low growl, not unlike the thunder suddenly echoing overhead, and the sound shot through you like a bolt of lightning.
âIâyeah. Just signed the paperwork this afternoon.â
Several spatters of rain dampened your cheeks where you had your head poked out of the window, and Bakugouâs eyes tracked them closely as he leaned in. âThen letâs get one thing straight right off the batâI donât fuck coworkers off the clock.â
You recoiled, horrified at the conclusion heâd immediately brought himself to. âNo! Thatâs not what IâI didnât mean likeâ! I just thought because itâs raining out, you might wantââ
âI want you to fuck right off, is what I want,â Bakugou said, crossing his arms over his chest. He made a show of leaning back against the glass wall of the bus stop, its interior papered over with moldering ads. It was a clear dismissal.
You blinked at him stupidly for a moment, mind reeling that your gesture had been received so poorly. But then you realized he hadnât seen you, in your trek through the staff room during your afternoon tour. Youâd only just seen him, and you hadnât spoken to him besides. Despite your immediate interest in and respect for him, he knew nothing about you.
And he was a pornstar, come to think of it. He probably had had a fair number of creeps proposition him out of the blue. Enough that he was suspicious now, as you might have been, were you in his position.
Your cheeks heated, suddenly ashamed. You nodded, gritting your teeth as you ducked back inside your car.
âRight, fucking off, as requested,â you said, turning your blinker on to move back out into the road. âSorry to scare you. See you, umâsee you at work sometime.â
âOiâI ainât fuckinâ scared,â you heard him growl, but then you were turning back out into the street. You rolled your window back up as you sped up, resisting the urge to look back at Bakugou in the rearview.
What a humiliating first impression that had been.
You'd fretted about it for another week before your first official day at UA, and for several weeks more when you didnât immediately run into Bakugou. When youâd finally met him properly, however, Bakugou acted like heâd never even seen you before in his life, and you somewhat gratefully followed his lead. He treated you like anyone else, with the same kind of universal severity he turned on the other production staff. You discovered very quickly that he was impatient, brusque, no-nonsense. He stalked onto every set with all the latent energy of a nuclear missile strike, and never softened until after the shoot was over.
His general attitude, and your humiliating first encounter should have been enough to turn you off of him. But the occasional glimpse of him after a shootârumpled, relaxed, open in a way he normally wasnât, in the way that you'd first seen himâwas unfortunately enough to keep those initial butterflies aflutter.
The fact that he was smartâand annoyingly adept in the bedroom, considering the number of reshoots his costars often needed after they accidently came too earlyâdid not help matters.
âWhere the fuck is Yaoyorozu?â he demanded of you and Mina, as he approached you in the set room now.
You met his scarlet gaze, holding very still under his regard.
âShe was negotiating with Bibimi just now when I came in,â you told him, cheeks heating as his eyes flicked over you. He had a very direct way of evaluating people, and rarely missed a detail. You hoped your makeup wasnât smudged from where youâd had your head propped up in your hand, valiantly resisting falling asleep in your earlier lecture.
âBibimiâs a waste of fuckinâ time,â Bakugou growled.
You rolled your eyes. He couldnât very well act opposite his own hand, so someone was going to have to fill in.
âWell Mina says weâre not having luck finding anyone else either so Bibimi is your best bet,â you told him.
Bakugou looked down his perfect nose at you. âAnyone in this damn studio could do better than she does.â
You felt your eyebrows raise. Bibimi was popular with a variety of audiences for her exaggeratedly dollish featuresâyou doubted just anyone could fill in for her and look as good. You said as much to Bakugou, and he scoffed.
ââS not about looking good, itâs about showing that youâre feeling good,â he said plainly, igniting a wave of fire across your cheeks. The flames worsened when he crossed his arms over his chest and you had occasion to notice he was in nothing but a workout tank, his bare biceps flexing enticingly in the studio lighting.
You were thankfully spared from having to form a coherent response by Yaoyorozu stepping into the room. She was tailed by Komori, and wore a troubled expression. She waved an elegant hand that encompassed both your camp in the corner and the directors on the other side of the room.
âBibimi is unfortunately out. And we cannot use Shiozaki or Kendo. I am afraid we may have to call off the shoot this afternoon,â she said.
âSo get someone else in,â Bakugou said, with his usual brisk directness. He turned to face her. You caught the whiff of something light and clean on him as he did so, laundry detergent and recently-applied shampoo.
Yaoyorozu fixed him with an expectant look. âWeâve unfortunately worked our way through the roster of available performers. Unless you know someone else?â
Bakugou stared back at her evenly, arching a blonde brow. âThereâre a bunch of extras already here, arenât there?â
A little shock went through you. Extras. As in theâŚpeople in the room right now? Did he really mean the production staff?
Yaoyorozu blinked, apparently taken aback. Then her gaze slid thoughtfully between Komori, Mina, and you. Another little thrill raced through you, like youâd suddenly missed a step. Surely they both could not actually be considering that.
âIâm a hoe but Iâm a loyal hoe,â Mina said from next to you, immediately putting up a rosy palm. âEiji is my one and only, sorry babes.â
Yaoyorozu nodded. âOf course, I would not expect you to violate any commitments you already had to a significant other.â
âI am also seeing someone,â Komori volunteered, a shy little blush sweeping across her cheeks. You smiled a bit at her obvious regard for whoever it wasâuntil you sensed a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly turning to you.
Your stomach droppedâless of a missed step then and more of a sudden push off a cliff.
Worst of all was the pair of scarlet eyes suddenly burning with undue regard in your direction. You stared straight at Yaoyorozu, unable to meet Bakugouâs gaze. You still felt like you might burn up under his scrutiny, like an ant under a magnifying glass.
âIâuhââ you said dumbly, floundering for the right set of words to explain yourself. âUhh.â
âYou seeing anybody?â Bakugou prodded, prompting a fresh wave of heat to your cheeks.
âWellânoââ
âYou clean?â he asked.
Your face burned hotter. âYes, if you must knowâ-but uhââ
âThen what?â he prompted.
âIs it that easy for you? To just switch partners like that?â you asked. You werenât exactly a blushing virgin but you still had only slept with partners you had cared for. Bakugou had worked with you for years and never signaled anything beyond dismissal and semi-professionalismâso it wasnât like he had that same level of interest in you, despite your enormous crush on him. How could he just switch, just like that?
Bakugou uncrossed his arms to settle his hands on slim hips instead, and he gave you another evaluating once over. âSomething the matter with you?â he asked. You noticed he did not ask if you thought something was the matter with him. You wondered if your crush on him was that apparent.
âNo,â you said defensively. âJustâI donât know that Iâd be any good on camera.â
âYouâve been in videos before,â Mina pointed out, tugging playfully on your belt loop. âYou were in Bibimiâs Christmas special a couple years ago.â
âThat was different,â you said, staring at her. âI was her evil coworker who sent her running into Tetsutetsuâs muscular arms. I didnât have to get naked.â
âWe can give you time to get prepared,â Yaoyorozu promised kindly. âIf you wanted to um, clean up or trimââ
âItâs not that!â you said quickly, waving your arms. Your ears burned. âI just mean I would be shy.â
Bakugou watched you silently for another long moment, his full mouth pursed in thought. His gaze dragged down your body and then back up to your face, and you felt it like a physical touch.
âThen if you forgot you were on camera?â he asked, a rasp in his tone.
You blinked at him dumbly. âIf Iâforgot?â
âIf I made you forget,â he said, flashing a sharp smirk. The arrogance looked so good on him, zinging through your veins like an electric current. Your cheeks and ears flared even hotter, until you thought you might actually be emitting smoke from them.
You tried to form words but seemed to have trouble shaping the proper ones with your tongue, making a series of choking noises before you managed. âThere is no way you couldâyouâre not that good.â
Something hot flared to life behind Bakugouâs eyes, and his smirk curled even sharper. âWeâll see about that.â
âWhat if Bakugou helps you get over your nerves, and we just try it and see how you do.â Yaoyorozu prompted gently. âIs that something you would be willing to do? Of course we wonât pressure you.â
Your gaze jerked back to her as you startled. For just a second youâd sort of forgotten there was anyone in the room but Bakugou.
âI sort of doubtâbut if you really needâI mean I couldâtryâŚâ you fumbled out.
Yaoyorozu nodded gratefully, looking pleased again. âAlright, then letâs at least try it. Mina please find proper costuming and help get Y/N ready. I will draw up a short contract with the same terms we promise all our on camera talent for you to look over when youâre done.â
You nodded, a little dazed. Had you really just agreed toâ?
But then Mina was laughing, grabbing you by the elbow and drawing you out of the room. She marched you towards the back of the studio building where sheâd amassed a respectable wardrobe, racks upon racks of clothes. âAlright, this is going to be so fun! I love dressing new talent! Itâs always fun to work out whatâs going to work with your coloring and style on screen.â
The mention of you doing anything on screen had all the blood draining from your veins, but Mina didnât seem to mind. She kept up a stream of happy, easy chatter as she pecked around in the racks like a chicken hunting a grasshopper. Eventually she emerged with a robe in a deep pink, slippery and silky and glistening faintly under the overheads.
âOkay so youâre supposed to be a loving couple celebrating your anniversary and looking for ways to spice things up,â she said. âSo youâll be waiting for him to come home, looking delicious in this little slip of a thing. He can unwrap you like a V-Day present!â
Her callback to the plot of the shoot suddenly made you realize there were way more things involved in the project than just being pawed at on screenâand you did not know any of Bibimiâs lines. How the hell were you supposed to deliver any kind of performance?
âDonât worry about it, I assure you the gears are already churning in Momoâs big brain,â Mina said when you asked as much. She peeled you out of your sweater and jeans, and ushered you into the robe. Cheeks burning, you let her look you over to make sure you were properly groomed for the camera.
Then before you could get cold feet, she bundled you up and shepherded you back into the set room and set to work on you with her various pots of paint and ointments. She worked a couple things into your hair, applied something glossy and sticky to your mouth, and adjusted the fit of your robe to her liking until she pronounced you ready.
Yaoyorozu was already leaning over you by the time Mina released you, laying out a packet of sheets in front of you. She detailed the terms to you in the professional, clipped tone youâd heard her conduct business in before, and soon enough you were penning in your own name in a shaky hand. The strokes looked almost foreign on the page, and you felt a little more than lightheaded thinking about what youâd just signed yourself into.
âSoâwhat am I supposed to do about Bibimiâs lines?â you asked, your voice coming out kind of dry and crackly.
âWeâre going to improvise,â Yaoyorozu said. âBakugou will guide you. Try to respond as best you can to what he says, along the framework of being a couple celebrating their anniversary. Itâs most important to capture your intimacy, however, so we can always come back and reshoot any dialog as needed after. You can call him Katsuki, there are no aliases for this shoot.â
You nodded, feeling even more nervous now that all the prerequisites had been completed.
That left Komori waiting for you. She was apparently assuming the duties youâd abandoned by becoming the star of this absurd alternate dimension. She led you over to what had been meant to be Bibimiâs starting mark on the bed and helped you spread your pink robe out enticingly. You almost laughed as you helped her, feeling foolish and distinctly unsexy for the deliberateness of it all.
There was nothing less romantic than half a dozen other people in the room with you, cameras and hot lights trained on you like you were an escaped convict under a helicopter floodlight. You got the impression that it was going to be a monumental task to work up the nerve to even loosen the tie on your robe, nevermind remove it.
Except then Bakugou walked in.
Heâd changed, sometime in the half hour or so Mina had had you in her clutches. He prowled into the room in a dark charcoal suit, the consummate businessman home from his generic businessman job.
He looked unfairly good in it tooâthe close cut of it highlighted how his broad shoulders slashed inwards into a trim waist, and his pants showcased the flex of a strong, hard thigh. Heâd acquired a chunky wristwatch in a dark metal, and it glinted dully under the overhead lights.
He looked sleek and dangerous, even though youâd just seen him stomping around in sweatpants not thirty minutes prior. You felt your breath escape you in a whoosh, your heartbeat kicking up as he prowled closer.
âIâm home, angel,â he said, a smoky rasp curling on the end of his voice. Despite the pet name, he sounded enough like his usual self that you almost answered him in turn.
You vaguely remembered you were obliged to playact with him, and you summoned up your nerve. âHi, Katsuki,â you said. You hoped your voice did not sound too shaky. âHappy Anniversary.â
Bakugouâs scarlet eyes dipped down to your robe, fastening to the spot where it gaped open suggestively over one thigh. Your skin buzzed like a hive of bees was trapped beneath it.
âThis my present?â he asked, stalking closer. He snagged the tie of your robe in his long fingers, toying with it speculatively.
âIt should be easy to open,â you joked, then almost cringed.
Sexy. You were supposed to be sexy, not goofy as hell. And what happened when he really did try to open it?
A small amount of panic crept up your spine again, seeping into your veins. You did not feel ready to be naked before all of the eyes in this room, nevermind the roving gaze of the internet. What had you been thinking, signing up for this?
Your hand came up defensively to tug the robe tie back out of Bakugouâs hand, only for it to be captured too. Bakugou tugged you up and to him, and your face broke out in another sweeping wave of flame as you felt the hard planes of him against you. He was so warm, and smelled so good up close and you could not even begin to know what to do or where to put your handsâ
Before you could ask him what the heck he was doing, however, he brought your captured hand to his mouth. You almost leapt out of your skin when you felt the gentle press of his lips on the inside of your wrist, the careful flicker of a tongue. Those scarlet eyes slid over you knowingly, near enough that you could see tiny flecks of deep purple in them.
His other hand came up to take your chin, his thumb stroking over the side of your jaw. The feeling made you shiver slightly, and it must have been clearly visible because the corner of Bakugou's mouth lifted into a smirk against your wrist. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, every inch of your skin thrilling with the feeling of your longtime crush doing something this to you.
âThink Iâm gonna enjoying opening you alright,â Bakugou intoned.
You struggled to remember what he was talking about, giving up almost immediately as his mouth trailed along the inside of your arm. It traced up and up and up, until he was hovering dangerously close to your face. His fingers tightened on your chin, tilting your face up to his.
And then he bent his head, and crushed his mouth to yours.
Immediately, everything else disappeared.
Kissing Bakugou was three thousand zillion times hotter than you could have ever even imagined. Youâd sort of imagined that with an attitude like his, he would be all power and impatience. And the power was there, but leashed, somehow. His mouth was hot and shockingly sweet on yours, and his fingers cupped your face to his, holding you there like he planned to kiss you for hours yet.
Your head was spinning by the time he let your mouth free, and the dip of his blonde lashes as he looked you over was extraordinarily self-satisfied.
His hand on your chin went to your robe instead, pulling the collar wide so that he could lower his mouth inside instead, kissing over your throat. You seized fistfuls of his suit, clinging to him, as he mapped a hot path across your shoulder and collarbone, one of his hands coming up to up your chest.
You heard yourself let out a soft hiss as his thumb pressed over your nipple through the silky fabric. Bakugou sucked a careful bruise into the side of your neck as he did it again, letting out a barely audible snort when you jerked in his hold, unconsciously arching into his hand.
âSo sensitive for me, angel,â he drawled as his other hand came up to carefully pinch your other nipple.
You heard yourself make a small, choked off noise like a whine, and you could feel Bakugouâs lips pull into an answering smirk against your throat. You didnât think you had been quite this responsive to a partner beforeâbut something about the careful, purposeful way he was touching you had your blood running quicker in your veins.
Bakugouâs thumbs traced slow, deliberate circles over your nipples with just the right amount of pressure to make you groan. He teased you again and again as his mouth traced higher on your neck.
Within minutes you were panting, a slow, syrupy pleasure dripping down into your core.
Bakugou tugged your robe wider, then bent his head. You felt the tickle of his hair against your collarbone, softer than you would have thought, as his mouth closed over the point of one nipple. The draw of his mouth had you arching up into him immediately, pleasure zinging through your veins.
âOh my god,â you said, seizing a fistful of that blonde hair.
Bakugouâs tongue teased at the nipple, and you writhed in his hold. Then he did the same to your other one, and you thought you might die. He hadnât even touched you yet and you already wanted to crawl out of your skin with impatience.
âKatsukiâplease,â you heard yourself say, almost distantly. âKatsukiâoh!â
âPlease what, angel?â he said into the skin of your chest, before laying his mouth back over your nipple and giving a sweet suck.
âOh my godâplease!â you said, stupidly. Not an answer to his question but youâd forgotten how to string words together, your brain-to-mouth connection running on autopilot.
âGonna have to be more specific, sweetheart,â Bakugou said, and you heard the relish in it. Your face burned, and you yanked his hair a little more firmly. He just groaned, and then sucked you a little harder.
âTouch me! PleaseâKatsuki,â you panted out, hips flexing unconsciously with the pull of your nipple.
âThought this was my gift, angel. I canât enjoy it how I want?â he asked.
You considered his words muzzily, having no idea what he was talking about. Gift? What gift was he talking about?
Bakugouâs scarlet eyes flicked up to yours, and something in your expression must have told him you had no idea what he was on about. His mouth pulled up into a self-satisfied grin, and he leaned up to kiss you again.
You flattened yourself out against his chest, all but velcroing yourself to him. You wanted to feel every inch of that hard body against you, wanted to climb as far into him as you could. Something gratifyingly hard pressed against your stomach as you kissed him, and he grunted, locking you to him with a muscled arm across your back.
âWant me to touch you, angel?â he asked.
You nodded. A smile played across his lips.
âGet on the bed for me then, sweetheart.â
It took a minute for you to process but then you were scrambling to obey, scrabbling your way onto the bed, turning and watching as Bakugou stepped nearer.
He shed his jacket as he approached, yanking off his tie too and flinging it somewhere behind him. Then he crawled over you, his fingers seizing the ties of your robe as he did. He pulled it open gently, then yanked a little harder until the silk tie slid free.
His eyes picked over it speculatively, then flashed back up to you. A look of intent interest settled over his features.
âYou ever been tied up before, angel?â he asked.
You shook your head, even as it swam with the implication. Your skin prickled, somehow growing even hotter. He didnât mean toâŚ?
âYou gonna let me?â he asked.
You rather thought you would let him do anything he wanted with you. The question was barely out of his mouth before you were nodding hurriedly. A shocked laugh punched out of him, and he gathered up your wrists, scooting you backwards until they pressed against the headboard.
He looped the silk around your wrists, gathering it into a series of complicated knots. He moved with a purpose and precision, his movements sure and practiced. You tested the give of the ties when he sat back on his haunches, finding that they held firm, even when you put a little more muscle into it.
Bakugouâs gaze blazed over you, hot like coals. His eyes traced over your body, spread out under him now, your silk robe pooling at either side of you in a pink puddle.
He bent his head and kissed you again, until you were fuzzy with the feeling once more. Then he worked his way downwards, softly biting your shoulder, licking over one nipple, pressing deep kisses into your belly and then indent of your left hip.
A shock of pleasure raced through you when you realized where he was going with this, and you let out an involuntarily little gasp as he hooked your thighs over his broad shoulders.
âKatsuki,â you began, though you had no idea what you meant to follow it up with. Bakugou didnât wait for you to finish, ducking his head and licking a hot stripe up the cleft of you.
Immediately you arched, thighs flexing under his hands. Your face heated when he laughed again, but any embarrassment was instantly forgotten when he licked over you again, slower and more deliberate this time.
âOh my god,â you said again, biting off into a groan when his tongue dipped deeper between your folds, flicking up over your clit.
âYeah, angel?â Bakugou asked, his voice a heady rasp. âYou like that?â He layered another open mouthed kiss over you, slow and thorough, until you were arching up into his mouth again.
It would have been evident to anyone on earth how much you liked it from the noises you made, the way you kicked and squirmed with the movement of his mouth. He sucked your clit gently into his mouth, then laved over it firmly as he pressed his fingers to you, the pads of his index and middle slowly sinking into you.
Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when he gave another slow suck, the feeling almost too much. His fingers pressed deeper into you, easily slipping in with how comically wet you were for him. The gentle suction of his mouth made everything a million times better, everything a million times worse, as he carefully curled his fingers within you. He seemed to immediately find a spot within you that felt like he was touching your clit from the other side too, and the feeling was immediately far too much.
âHoly shit,â you heard yourself say, cutting off into an honest to god whine when his tongue swirled around your clit, just as he teased a finger along you from the inside too. âKatsukiâoh! Katsuki please! Please oh my god oh my god.â
Bakugouâs ministrations grew a fraction firmer, and you heard him groan too as he kissed you messily.
âSo fucking hot for me, sweetheart. So sweet,â he said, then sucked again, a tiny bit harder this time. His fingers stroked you from the inside, a firm, deliberate rhythm that had you turning your face and muffling a keen into the meat of your arm.
Your hips flexed against his face, wild and uncontrolled, wanting less, more, not enough, too much, oh my godâ
âKatsuki!â you cried, as you suddenly hit the crest of your pleasure. Your wrists pulled against their bonds, and the feeling of helpless restraint suddenly made everything feel a thousand times more intense. Every single nerve ending in your body felt like it was on fire, so that even the air of the room seemed too harsh on your skin. You screamed as you rode out your pleasure against Bakugouâs face.
He worked you through it diligently, licking and sucking until you collapsed back to the mattress, panting like youâd just run a marathon.
âGood, angel?â Bakugou asked.
You nodded breathlessly, turning your face to his when he crawled up your body to kiss you again. The taste of yourself on him was both embarrassing and thrilling, but Bakugou didnât give you much leeway to consider it, kissing you into a stupid, pliant little puddle against the mattress.
You could feel him hard and hot against your hip as he did so, but he didnât make any move to get inside you yet. Instead, his hands moved over you, slowly teasing you from satiation back into want. His fingers played with your nipples again, pinching them softly and rolling them. It felt like he'd rigged up some kind of wire, leading from your nipples right to your core, that lit the pilot flame of your interest again.
A couple minutes of diligent teasing, and easy, unhurried kisses had you wiggling under him again soon enough. It was only then, when you realized you were unconsciously rocking your hips against Bakugouâs, that he finally sat back to shuck off his shirt and pants.
He was so unfairly beautiful, bared in the bright light of the room. Youâd known he was gorgeous, of course, but up close he was something else entirely. He was chiseled with thick muscle, his chest and arms hard and glowing faintly with perspiration. The light and the shadows of the room played over the divots of his muscles with a deliberate care, like he was a painting instead of a man, highlighting him in loving shades. A set of perfect abs trailed down into the hard jut of hip bones over his pelvis, and his cock was just as upsettingly gorgeous as the rest of him. It was thick and full and flush with his arousal, and he wasted no time crawling back between your thighs.
âYou ready for me, sweetheart?â he asked. His voice had gone even more gravelly than usual, and it plucked at your core like a string.
âPlease, Katsuki,â you said, your voice embarrassingly breathy. You couldnât help yourself though, couldnât be ashamed with the easy way your thighs fell apart for him. Your ankles hooked across his back, trying to pull him closer still.
He groaned and surged up over you to grab a condom off the nightstand. He quickly rolled it onto himself in one practiced movement, before immediately pressing himself into you.
He sank in mortifyingly easily, you already half out of your mind with want. He didnât seem to mind, thoughâyou heard the soft, sibilant hiss of his own pleasure as he filled you, and your robe tugged the skin of your shoulder as he fisted a hand in it, just beside your head.
âBeen dying to fuck you, angel,â he said. âThinking about how hot and tight and sweet you would be for me. Been thinking about it nonstop.â
You made a vague noise of agreement, moving your hips with his as he drew back and pressed inside of you again. The slide of him inside you was mind-numbingly good, the pressure against your stomach as he pressed back in almost sparking stars in your vision. The flex of his abs between your thighs as he found his pace was almost immediately too much for you, and you had to turn your face away. You tilted your face up to his, watching him as he watched you.
Bakugou seemed to read your expression easily, finding the angle and pace you liked incredibly quickly. He slid an arm under the small of your back to angle your hips up into him, yanking you up like you were nothing, and the show of easy strength had your toes flexing and curling against his back.
He kissed you again, catching the sounds of your pleasure in his mouth as he rocked into you. You moved against him, hips bucking, delirious with the feeling of him. Eventually he freed his arm from under you, pressing his thumb to your slit again with deadly precision.
âOh fuck,â you moaned into his mouth, legs tightening on him as he played with your clit. The almost-too-gentle sensation of his thumb on your clit, coupled with the relentless drive of him inside you had your vision sparking and greying at the edges. His face swam in front of yours, and all of your limbs began to feel shivery, almost too weak to lift yourself into him the way you needed, to rock against him and find relief from the friction.
Bakugou continued to tease at you, carefully pinching and petting. His hips drove into you tirelessly, slapping the bottoms of your thighs, as you strained in your silk bonds, wanting to grab him, pull him even harder into you.
âKatsuki, please please please,â you heard yourself begging. You felt him smile against your mouth, tasted his reply more than heard it.
âYou want me to let you cum, angel?â he asked, doing something with his fingers that made your breath catch in your lungs.
âUnhh, yesâplease!â you cried, desperation coming over you in a white haze.
You had neverâneverâbeen so desperate for anything in your entire life. You didnât know how Bakugou was doing it, why his touch felt like so much more than anything else youâd ever felt in your life. If he didnât let you cum you were certain you were going to die, right here and right now.
âYou gonna scream for me, sweetheart?â Bakugou asked, his voice raspier than youâd ever heard it. He grit the words out, like he too was on the edge of his own climax, barely staving it off.
âAnything, I will do anything,â you babbled senselessly. âYesâgoing to scream for youâKatsuki!â
Bakugouâs gaze was hotter than youâd ever seen it, scarlet eyes clouded with pleasure, glowing like banked coals. âThen you can come for me, angel. Come on, sweetheart.â
âOh!â you cried in answer, your feet planting themselves on the bed to jut your hips up hard. Bakugouâs thumb pressed hard against your clit, then, firm and merciless, and he fucked into you harder, his pace growing faster, furious.
Your second orgasm hit you like a truck, snapping your spine into alignment, locking all your limbs up as if in rigor mortis.
âKatsuki!â you wailed as you writhed against him, clenching and fluttering around him as you sobbed.
âOh fuck,â you heard him say, and his hips stuttered. You realized he was coming too, fucking into you sloppily and disjointedly as he rode out his own pleasure. You arched and spasmed with him, clawing uselessly at the silk that bound you, twisting in blissful agony.
When you finally came back to yourself you found yourself slumped on the bed, Bakugouâs weight pinning you down into the mattress. His chest was slicked to yours with sweat, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of it against you as he caught his breath.
âThat good, angel?â he asked, his voice heady with satisfaction.
You nodded, absently turning your face back up to his for a kiss. He granted it, kissing you almost possessively. He looked soft and rumpled, just the way you'd always liked him, and something in you purred with satisfaction at finally getting to have him like this for you.
Gradually, you became aware of other sounds in the room as you came down from your high. Quiet murmuring and the sounds of shuffling met your ears, the shutter click of a camera lens slicing through the atmosphere like a knife.
A sudden shock raced through you when you realized you and Bakugou were not aloneâand you were on the set of a porn film, half a dozen eyes glued to you just over one of Bakugouâs thick shoulders.
A porn film. You had been shooting a porn film!
âAnd cut!â you heard the directorâs voice ring out, like a bucket of water dumped over your head.
You tensed up beneath Bakugou, mind racing. Holy shit, he had actually managed to make you forget, exactly the way he'd promised.
You could tell Bakugou was thinking the same thing as he went to untie you, looking extremely satisfied with himself.
âTold you, angel,â he said, flashing something of a feral grin. You hated how good the self-conceit looked on him.
You went to draw your wrists back to yourself as he let them free. But Bakugou caught them instead, carefully massaging the skin there as if to make sure things were circulating properly. It was a startling note of unexpected care, as was the way he drew your robe closed around you again against the sudden chill of the room.
You found yourself saying wonderingly, âWow. It was just that easy for you to switch partners like that.â
The thought somehow stung, even though youâd known going into this what you were getting yourself into. Somehow, the latent care and intention with which Bakugou had fucked you had addled your brain, made you think your connection had been something more. He had felt like he had feelings, beyond those mimed for the camera.
But here was evidence to the contrary, plain and simple. There literally was a camera.
Except then Bakugou looked down at you, a frown marring his pouty mouth. âWell yeah. âCourse it was gonna be that easy when itâs you weâre talking about.â
You blinked at him, not understanding what he was saying. âUh. When itâsâme?â
A crease came in between Bakugouâs blonde brows. âI said it, didnât I? While we were fucking? Wanted to fuck you for a long time. Of course it was easy.â
Your stomach dropped, like a rug had just been yanked out from beneath you. âYouâhave? What? Since when?â you demanded.
Bakugou leveled you with an unimpressed stare. âSince the second time we met,â he said, and your mind flashed back to the way heâd seemed not to recognize you, that second time you'd spoken to him. âOnce I realized you did work for UA and werenât actually a little fucking creep trying to lure me into your car.â
You felt your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline. âThenâ? For years? You cannot be serious. You never acted like we were anything other than coworkers!â
Bakugou scoffed. âWe fucking were coworkers. And I told you, I donât fuck coworkers off the clock.â
You blinked again, startled by the level of professionalism couched in the crassess of his statement. It made sense, you supposed, for a pornstar of Bakugouâs caliber to have put boundaries like that in place. Probably everyone in the world would just be dying for a shot at him.
âWow,â you said, almost to yourself. You didnât know what to do with this new information, wondered how it was going to be possible to behave professionally with Bakugou at all going forward. It was probably obvious to him how big your crush on him was, given that heâd known all along he could make you forget you were on camera. Given the way you reacted to him embarrassingly easily.
Except then Bakugou leaned forward, putting his face startlingly close to yours. âEmphasis on were, since this is my last shoot,â he said.
You stared at him, wondering if you were interpreting the implication correctly. There was no way he meantâ?
âUhhhh, meaning what, exactly?â you prompted, heart beating just a little bit quicker despite yourself.
Bakugouâs mouth turned up into a gorgeous smirk, and he ducked his head even closer, voice going softer.
âMeaning youâre going to get dressed and Iâm going to take us to get something to eat,â he said, fingers playing at the edge of your robe. âAnd then youâre going to give me that ride home in your car after all. And we are going to do this all over again.â
Flames erupted across your face, sweeping across your cheeks. And you were up out of the bed before you even realized what you were doing, catching yourself on the bedside table as you stumbled.
Bakugouâs laugh chased out of the set room as you raced towards the wardrobe again. But you couldnât find it in yourself to care, this time.
Not when your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest. You smothered a smile as you ran down the hallway.
Much like Bakugou had just done to youâit looked like your hopes and dreams were finally lining themselves up and filling themselves in.
Bakugou who refuses to believe in concept of sex ban. If there is an issue, talk it out. Simple.
Bakugou who stands at the entryway of your living room, with a hard on tenting his sweats. Bakugou who knows you want him just as much, with the way you are sitting cross-legged on the couch but, you won't give in easily. Especially after the little quarrel you both had in the morning.
Bakugou who knows how to fix this, knows how to get you exactly where he wants.
Bakugou who plops himself down next to you on the couch. With a pair of your used panties.
Bakugou who brings up your panties to his face and takes a big sniff before palming his cock.
"This is disgusting, you know", you feigned disgust, despite the display shooting down a wave of arousal to your core.
"It sure is, babe but I need it" Bakugou mumbled with your panties between his teeth. He continued,"Can't cum without your smell babe, need it to drain all this cum I have for you"
He looked over to you, gaze fixed on the t.v. but he knew your attention was on him. Thighs squeezing together, as you try to relieve your achy little clit. He knew that poor little bud needed more attention then you were giving it.
"lemme rub it babe, c'mon I know that cunt needs more", He said, desperation visible in his tone "you can go back to being mad later just sit on my face for now" he continued.
You huffed and looked over to him. Manspreading on the couch, his cock leaking precum through the sweats. His face deep shade of red, blush spreading on his chest. One of his hand was rubbing his cock, the other pressing you panties on his face.
When Bakugou met your gaze, he sucked on the crotch of panties. The simple act causing you to move over to him and move the panties away. You pressed your lips on his, through a desperate kiss. You could feel him smirk through the kiss.
"I only care about me cumming, asshole", you scowled and pulled away to shimmy out of your shorts.
"and I only care about you cumming too, ma'am", Bakugou chimed before laying across the couch for you to sit on his face.
Bakugou, whose stamina is unbeatable. Who has just finished fucking you in any place necessary of the bedroomâthe bed, the mini-couch, the floorâand still canât keep his hands off you.
After laying on the bed for rejuvenating moments (at least for him), his large hand slides up your shoulder with a few coaxing kisses.
âShower,â is all he says, his gruff voice strained and warm breath perceptible against your neck. You just nod weakly and attempt to ignore the mess between your legs.
In fact, he has to carry you to the bathroom. When youâre both in the shower, he still acts as support: your back is to his chest so he bears most of your weight, and his fingers span your lower stomach while you attempt to wash yourself.
You can barely keep your eyes open, so relaxed by the water, but he can see all of you just by where his chin rests on your shoulder. The water and soap sliding past the peaks of your breasts, the souvenirs that you not-so-sternly asked him not to leave on your skin.
Where you rest in front of him, he canât help but feel aroused all over again, especially rubbing his hands over your supple skin that he couldnât appreciate the first few rounds, clouded by the roughness you love.
Unable to just watch, he gently spins you around. Your eyes are half-closed, so you pay it no mind. You just continue your slow, leisure washing, completely unaware of the fact that heâs completely hard again, even if you wouldnât be surprised.
Your eyes open back to reality when he gently takes the loofah from you and hangs it up on the little hook. His muscles casually ripple when he does literally anything, and if you werenât so attracted to it, youâd be jealous.
âCâmere,â he orders, his voice in that soft tone reserved for you. His hands follow, crossing at your lower back and pulling you toward him even more. The atmosphere is hot and slow with the exhaustion settled into both of you.
You do something of a hum in question, but donât resist when he leans down and slowly captures your lips in his. Your longing for each other is evident simply in the sigh that follows when you connect.
Thereâs water dripping everywhere, mostly on you, but the kiss is everything Bakugou usually isnât: patient, slow, and needy. Actually, no. He was always pretty needy.
âKat,â you whisper, and he groans in response, stretching his hands up your wet skin until he crosses your ribs, his thumbs move past the side of your breasts, and your arms are naturally guided to his neck.
You werenât entirely sure what you were asking, to be honest, but you didnât care. Not when you could feel the length of him pressed against your stomach.
Bakugou moves a few strands of drenched hair back behind your ear, and then strokes the rest at your nape to keep your head up to him. It was admirable, really, how he could be literally twitching in arousal, and still move like it doesnât bother him at all.
Although, he is getting closer at hinting to it, because somewhere in the heat, your right leg is being lifted to his hip. When you find an escape from his kiss (he doesnât allow you many), you glance down to what heâs doing.
He interprets your brows slightly furrowing and the low, tired droop of your eyes, already knowing what youâre going to say.
Voice still soft and practically gone even in distress, you begin, âI canât go another round. Thereâs no way Iâllââ
âShh,â he places a kiss on your forehead, then another at your temple. His head dips to lick and kiss in the crook of your neck, and your fingers either run through his wet, blonde hair or span the muscles of his back. Heâs completely gone.
The left hand that upholds your leg starts to massage your thigh and inch up to your ass. âI talk to this pretty pussy almost every night, and you donât think I know what you can handle?â
A whimper leaves your mouth and your hold tightens around him. Despite your lower body being completely stretched and at ease, he can still feel the tension elsewhere.
He continues, his voice dripping with reassurance, âSlide it in yourself. Then you tell me how it feels.â
And after a few moments and a sigh, you carefully reach down and wrap your fingers around him the best you can. You can feel him react to the movement alone, and with a prayer, you guide his head right to your entrance so you can sink when youâre ready.
When you descend, an immediate whine feels the air. He still fit perfectly from earlier and the sensitivity had tripled.
âFuck,â you curse, wrapping yourself around him again. He holds you close.
âFeel good?â
You nod, and he throbs inside at the same time. He kisses you again, making sure to uphold you through your fatigue. Helping those in need was his job after all.
His right hand that covers your lower back loosens so that your weight inches backwards, then it pulls you right back in until youâre pressed against each other.
He groans with pleasure. The vibrations move to your lips that kiss him like heâs the last man on Earth.
And then he does it again, and again, until your head is simply resting on your own shoulder with your arms encircling his neck, water rushing down your hair and back. Your eyes are completely closed as he cradles you, erotic whines, whimpers, and moans falling from your lips into his ear.
Your slick walls drag up and down his skin. He moves so easily in and out that he can feel the outline of where his head usually reachesâthe little space left. He was nowhere near as deep right now, but he is sure with the slight bend of his knees, he could have you screaming how you were for the hours before this.
And funnily enough, he doesnât want you screaming at the moment. Itâs something previous Bakugou would never say; not rock hard and needing to be balls deep in you quick Bakugou, at least.
You were worn out and tired, your body unable to take his usual pace. Heâs almost 90% sure if he lifted you off the ground, youâd comply and hold on tighter, but heâs not going to push you that far. Not when heâs content like this, caressing your beautiful, dripping figure as you cry his name.
âMmghn, that feels s-so good.â You speak, just above a whisper. And somehow, he can still hear you over the water and small splash of you both meeting in the middle. Itâs like his brain is wired. No matter what, heâll always be able to hear you.
He nods and kisses the side of your head again, keeping stable and consistently moving with minimal effort. The underside of your right knee is now resting in his elbow, so his hand can hold your waist and pull most of your weight that way instead of trying to push your whole body with just your thigh. At some point, you began helping him out.
âKeep moving your hips just like that, I got you.â
You groan at the instruction, and he chuckles heartily. Love poured from him and into you, making you feel more safe and secure than ever.
It didnât take long until warmth gathered in your core with your clit dragging back and forth along his cock. He occasionally grunts and has to fix position to keep himself from spilling inside, not before you do first.
He canât explain the relief he has when you insist that youâre gonna come soon in the form of a warning. It builds with each âthrustâ and being so close to him as he carries you to climax.
âIâmna come,â you say again, more rushed this time, but muffled by his shoulder.
âI can feel it.â He responds, keeping pace. âDo you know what it feels like having you pulsing around me? Knowing youâre going straight into your sleep after?â
You shake your head.
âHell, baby. Hell.â
And he wouldnât have it any other way: the only option you have on sleepless nights being him. When you tap his shoulder or rub yourself against him, knowing heâll never say no. Hope could he? He takes great pride in being your melatonin.
And, without fail, you fall into a perfect deep sleep, his cum still dripping into or out of you. Itâs never there in the morning, and he loves that the only way it will happen is if he wears you out.
âKatttâŚâ You toss your head back, a low rumble in your throat that you only make when youâre on the verge of completely losing it. He attacks your neck again, letting your body naturally bounce off him and come back.
âLet yourself feel it. Let me take you there,â he encourages gruffly, nipping at your ear.
âAgh, fuck,â you nearly sob, digging yourself further into him somehow.
His eyes shut, a wave of clarity rushing over him. Itâs you, his woman, his everything, needing him. He thought he knew what he wanted early in life. He knew he wanted to be desired by others in multiple ways, the best at everything. God, how wrong he was.
Now he wants to be the best at everything for you. Because you deserve nothing less. He doesnât want to be desired by anyone else but you, because you carry all the validation he could possibly gain dopamine from. Nothing compares to you being completely and utterly dependent on him, clinging to him for dear life.
âYouâre so goddamn beautiful,â he spouts, not bothering to stop or care about being sappy. He loves to hear you whine in response, only to finally come up with a few words. Clearly you got the cheesy feeling too.
âL-Love you, Kats.â
He bushels the hair at the bottom of your head with a grunt, tilting your nose up to him. He lets his lips kiss you passionately first, then he pulls away, but obviously not too far since youâre still nose to nose. Your eyebrows are upturned in that sensual expression he loves.
His deep, crimson eyes flicker to your puffy lips, a sign of the night, and land on your pretty damp eyelashes. He was breathless and stern.
âDonât look away. Keep your eyes on me, or Iâll stop.â
You blink, registering his words with the shake of your head. âDonât stop,â you plead.
He calls your name, and itâs enough to know heâs being dead serious. Both his grips tighten, mainly the one in your hair, and you donât know if itâs water dripping down your cheeks or a tear or two.
You can feel your bottom leg beginning to shake, and the heat get to your head.
You shut your eyes instinctively, âKââ
âIâve got you, donât even think about it. Look at me.â
Your eyes shoot open in remembrance of his words as he leaves and reenters you again with increased speed, the sound when you slap together even louder. He holds your head in place. âI love you more, baby. More than you can ever dream.â
You watch his eyes and they say everything you canât, everything he canât, and that alone is enough to send you over the edge.
Your jaw drops and you literally begin shaking, not caring that all the strength you had left went into your orgasm. Your head pounds with the stream of the shower and fatigue, and your hands begin to slip at his neck, but you donât even care. You know heâs got you. He said it himself.
âShit,â he hisses, your orgasm expected, but the power of it not. He almost missed the fact that you were gushing around him by mistaking it as the water, the countless times youâd done this before catching up to you. He keeps thrusting his hips forward and whispering you praises. âAtta fuckinâ girl.â
You are sobbing now, real tears as he stills and twitches inside. He holds the promise he made to you since you did the same. He keeps his eyes focused on you, even as white spurts paint your insides, and puts his swollen lips on yours. Through your gasps, you couldnât kiss him back, so he bites your bottom one instead.
It isnât until you lose your footing and go limp against him that he bends to pick you up and lower your leg gently. Youâre still jerking slightly, your muscles overworked, and the last of his release lands somewhere on your thighs as your back is arched away from him.
Before you can say anything or even think about it, he holds you upright and bends down to kiss you with all he has left, now that youâre somewhat here. When itâs over, you fall against him completely.
The rest is a blur, and the next time you know whatâs happening, youâre tangled together in the unused guest bedroom.
armin likes to consider himself a patient person. a gentleman, if he may. kind, with words like honey, helping old women cross the street with a warm wave goodbye.
but beneath his goody exterior lies another world he wasnât aware of, until he went to college and met you.
he feels dirty. taking glances at you in lectures when youâd adjust in your seat, eyeing you for a moment too long before he snaps himself out of it. bending down to grab his papers that he accidentally dropped, so he could accidentally get flashed by the undies up your skirt. helping you with your essay youâd complained about, just to get a peek at the small bit of cleavage that stared at him every time you wrote a sentence down.
and oh so innocent armin doesnât feel so innocent anymore, when he stands in his dorm room pumping himself to the thought of you. he can still mentally feel the grime of his own consequences on his hands, sticky and unforgiving, when he swears he washed it off.
â just fuck her, âmin. whatâs the issue ? â
eren made it sound so easy, like a daily routine. as if getting laid was equivalent to a shower or drinking a glass of water. but what he doesnât seem to understand is the sweet innocent act doesnât work like that. only being a prick in college seems to work wonders, being the irony.
but what armin knows best, is if you dont take the risk, youâll get nothing at all. which leads him here. jeans frat party.
the floors are sticky with beer, and armin can smell the weed blown from peoples mouths into the air. he sticks out like a sore thumb in his white button up, wrinkled to his form. itâs hot, sweaty, and quite frankly gross. but he doesnât care.
not when he can see you a few feet away from the wall he awkwardly stands near, with a red solo cup, swaying your hips a bit off rhythm, wearing a cute little outfit heâs only seen in his fantasies. and definitely not when you seem to catch his stare.
ââmin ? whatâre you doing here ? â
armin gulps as he seeâs you getting closer, his nerves suddenly spiking with a foreign feeling heâs unsure of.
â yknow, figured iâd come and check it out⌠â
â i didnât take you as a party kind of guy. â
of course you didnât. nobody did. you probably didnât take him as the type of guy to be cumming in his pants to the perverted thoughts he had of you either. you didnât take him as the type of guy to be getting hard right where heâs standing.
â well, someoneâs gotta take eren back to his dorm⌠canât have another incident again. â
you laugh. your head is tipped back, and armin can see your neck in full view as you squint your eyes. your top is more exposed than heâs used to, and he canât help but hide his pathetic boner with his hand.
â youâre cute, armin. â
yeah, with that sparkle in your eye and his dick throbbing in his pants, he now knows heâs in deep shit.
â oh, you think ? â
oh, you know.
youâve noticed the perverted peeks at your tits, the pink dusted on his cheeks any time you come within 5 feet of him, and the boner he so constantly sports and tries to hide with his veiny hands. you almost found it endearing, how someone with such a high reputation could be thinking things so low in modesty.
you almost didnât want to believe it when connie and jean had playfully mentioned the fact that armin was so in deep thatâd heâd been nutting to your instagram posts, but over the course of time, youâd come to realize it mightâve been something they werenât joking about. and especially now, with the way his hand is cupped on the crotch of his jeans, you know they were being for real. armin, who held doors for old women and had the best grades in his chemistry major, was having sexual fantasies about you. but you couldnât sit here and lie saying you werenât interested. you couldnât say you hadnât thought of it too.
â wanna get out of here ? â
so here you are, grabbing armins hand without a second thought, leading him to an empty room. ducking past flailing hands and drunken slurs of men, up the stairs and into the cleanest fraternity room you could find, locking the door behind you.
armin is breathing heavily, hand still cusped on top of his dick that does so poorly to hide the print in his jeans. you get closer, until the distance between you is almost closed, and look at him to make sure your intuition is correct, as if it wasnât clear as day already. his eyes are darting away, then back at you, down your body with a quick scan, and away again. you get even closer, your chest touching his, feeling his heartbeat quicken underneath his wrinkled shirt and his breath huffing in nervousness. youâre feeling bold, for once, so why not take advantage of that ?
â heard you have a thing for me. sâ it true ? â
you feel him still, knowing heâd been caught red handed, before he mutters underneath the labored breath of your close proximity.
â mhm, itâs true⌠â
and with that small, sweet confirmation from the supposed perverted gentleman that stands before you, your confidence spikes as you look at him with seduction filled irises and a newfound burning that churns in your abdomen.
â you know armin, if you wanted to⌠feel me, all you had to do was ask. â
and he doesnât waste another second.
your lips connect with a messy clash of teeth, long fingers stuck behind your head to lock you onto his mouth. he moans, right into your throat like heâs been starved of you for much too long. he has, you reckon. itâs a mix of hot breath and yearning, his longing for a taste of you apparent in the way his tongue delves throughout your mouth and coats it in his spit.
â i really wouldâveâ asked a long time ago, shit. â and oh, the pleasure of hearing armin arlert curse while he sucks your face is one incomparable.
his hands that are on you, hot and searing and impatient, are pawing at you like a lifeline. grasping at any skin thats left uncovered, groping your chest through your shirt. each touch leads you backwards, until youâre losing balance at the foot of the bed, falling into linen sheets and weight flattened comforters.
heâs on top of you, inching lower, and lower still. eager hands that slip your pants of, your pink panties soaked through the fabric. armin wants to drool at that, being so close to something heâs wanted for so long, that he just has to get a taste of it. leaning down toward your pussy, licking a stripe up the crotch line like heâs ever done this before. he moans at the taste that coats his tongue, and that judging by your wet cunt, you were just as wanting as him.
â tastes good. more, please ? â
and who are you to say no to a begging man, who looks so damn pleased to have his head between your legs.
with a nod of your head, armin is sliding your panties off in a hurried favor, wasting no time to dig his nose into your clit and slobber like a damn near dog on your folds.
licking like thereâs no tomorrow, sloppy and unmannered like a man starved. heâs whimpering straight into your pussy like a virgin, and you wouldnât doubt he probably is. but god, does it feel damn good.
â fuckâ âmin ! â
he doesnât bare mind, only moving his mouth up to encase your clit and suck. his eyes are closed like heâs in pure bliss, hands fondling your thighs and gripping them so hard theyâd be bruised the next morning.
armin, who couldnât be pulled off of you even if he had a harness strapped to him right now, feels like his cock might explode. the friction in his jeans is rubbing against him with every inch he moves, softly grinding himself on the bed while he drinks your pussy like water. he takes it a step further, nibbling on the ball of your clit like eren had talked about, â makes emâ go crazy â or something along those lines. he wanted to act like he wasnât listening half the time, but in truth, he would take anything he could get to imagine himself doing to you later. but heâs not imagining it anymore, because your hands are suddenly flying to his hair and tugging hard.
â fuuuuckâ thatâs good ! that feels so fucking goodâ â
you can feel yourself right on the edge, tummy bubbling with heat and a need to cum. and then with one last suck to your clit, and a desperate whimper of armin so slurringly asking between the lips of your pussy,
â cum on mâ face, baby, please. â
yours and his wish combined are granted. white hot heat and trembling, your orgasm washes over you like a crashing wave. nimble but strong hands keep you planted to the mattress with a need to please, and you hardly realize through your blurred mind that he has no intention of stopping.
armin is too immersed in your pussy and the sounds of your moans to stop sloppily sucking through your folds, even after youâve already cum. heâs desperate for more, pleading with you, sucking harsher and faster. strands of his blonde hair move swiftly in front of his eyes wish the brash motions of his head, before itâs being pushed out of the way by your harsh tugs to his scalp in pure ecstasy.
you can feel another orgasm coming toward you, this time much quicker than before, along with a rather unfamiliar feeling that threatens to spill if he doesnât stop his minstrations.
â âminâ wait, hold on ! feels weirdâ fuck ! â
armin doesnât stop. heâs practically ignoring you, if anything being more encouraged by the wet sounds of your cunt and the tremors he can feel from the thighs he has a hold on. and heâs so close, so fucking close toâ
and with a final suck, the pleasure that overtakes you comes in waves, soaking the chin of armins face and the sheets below. throwing your head back, eyes rolling so far into the back of your skull that it almost stings, with slurs of his name falling off the tip of your tongue. itâs so much, and so wet, that armin feels himself twitch in his pants along with the twinge that his scalp feels at your tugging. arminâs moaning and groaning into your lips, licking every last drop he could possibly salvage.
coming down from the heat, the room youre in smells like sex and sweat. your heavy breathing slows, looking below at the pathetic look on armins face. heâs blushing, embarrassed even, sitting on his knees like he could bow to say a prayer at any moment. you donât fail to notice the dark splotch on the crotch of his pants, pitiful and sticky with premature cum that happened without even touching himself.
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