gods dumbest thot

25 | spoilers ahead! this is my (secondary) anime blog currently obsessed with snk, bnha, and hq

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star

Art in the banner by Kerravi on x!

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation ( f) oral (m and f receiving) fingering, spit kink low-key, cum swallowing, reader is innocent DON'T read if you don't like that, mutual pining, obsessive Gojo, he can't get hard if it's not you, this whole damn chap is smut so, aftercare and feelings. A little bit of angsttt, a lil bit of cuteness, demisexual reader and pornstarr Satoru what a pair.

Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!? WC 10.6k!

<<<Chapter One - Masterlist- Playlist- Chapter Three>>> (coming soon)

Chapter Two

“Come in.”

You shyly take him in, how fucking gorgeous Satoru Gojo looks, shirtless with just a pair of dark jeans sound low on his hips, showing that perfect body up close. You can smell the shampoo he’s used, wafting in the fancy penthouse, just standing there and staring with your lips parted.

Pull it together!

“Thank you, it’s good to see you again.” You say softly, when he shuts the door behind you with a gentle click, and you eye him now, his gorgeous eyes bright and glittery, lips quirked up.

“You sure saw a lot of me.”

“Shit.” You cover your face, and he gently eases your hands down, smiling at you, laughing just a bit.

“Where are your glasses?”

“Contacts today. Do you um, like them?”

“I do, they’re cute on you, but I do like seeing your pretty eyes better.” He’s gently cupping your face as he murmurs, you’re trembling from his touch, his proximity. “Take off your converse. Keep on the kitten socks.”

“You like these huh?” You’re feeling so comfortable already, despite your nerves, of why you’re here, how fucking bold you are, so out of your comfort zone, but it feels fucking perfect. You ease off your shoes, and he kneels, making you gasp, as he runs his fingers over the soft fleece of those socks.

“They’re so hot. Shit.”

“They a-are?” He sighs, pressing a kiss on your thigh and looking up at you then, on his knees, he can inhale your arousal, making him almost press you up on the wall and eat you then and there. He barely controls himself, knowing you’re clearly not experienced, kissing your other thigh and standing slowly.

“Very hot. Need a drink?” You nod shyly, and he takes your hand, as you cross the luxurious expanse of his beautiful home, the finest furniture everywhere, plush shag carpet that would be impossible to clean, over to his kitchen now. “Pick your poison sweets.”

“Do you have wine? I do drink that a bit.”

“Do I have wine? Psh, what vintage, what year?” He pulls open a blue lit wine fridge then, stocked full, and you blink in surprise, peering down with him.

“Nothing fancy! Goodness, I like Rose?”

“Rose it is.” Satoru opens it with ease, some fancy electric cork opener that fascinates you, just making you cuter as you study it. “It isn’t that fancy, swear, this bottle is just ten years old.”

“Isn’t that fancy then?”

“No, not really, but it’s really sweet. You’ll love it.” He leans up, as you take in the enormous kitchen, he reaches a high up cabinet, snatching up two crystal glasses, your fingers brushing the pretty black marble.

“Your home is gorgeous.”

“It better be, fucking expensive as shit.” You can’t stop the little nervous laugh, praying you don’t snort this time jesus that had been embarrassing, thanking him when he hands you a glass filled with pretty pink liquid.

“Thank you so much. Mmm!” You taste it and sigh, eyes fluttering shut as the juicy strawberries hit your tongue. “Oh it’s to die for.”

“I taste better.”

You almost spit out the wine, and he’s grinning and wiggling his brow, you take another sip for courage. “That will be burned into my brain.”

“Good, it should be. I can think of a lot of things I’d love burned into my brain right now.” He sips that wine, just a drop spilling, which you lean over to brush off with your thumb, sighing as he grabs your wrist now, pulling you impossibly close. “Images of you have been steadily fucking me up since that night.”

“So it’s not um, one sided?” He scoffs, setting down both of your glasses, walking you until your back is against the counter, his scent overtaking your sense while his touch burns you.

You wondered, was it the party, was it in your head?

No.

His touch is everything, your eyes are drawn to his, while he leans lower over you now. “One sided?”

“Well, it’s insane and… Satoru I don’t just see you as some object, please know that, we could just… talk and I’d be happy.” He pauses as you murmur nervously, looking down, biting that lip too hard.

“Think I’d mind if you used me? I’d let you use any part of my body.” You gasp, eyes wide when they go up to his now. “Think you haven’t been on my mind since I blew that smoke in your mouth?”

“I didn’t know if- mnh!” He’s pressed you against the counter now, arms barring you on either side, your breath comes so fast as he towers over you in his elegant kitchen, eyes locking on his, head falling back just so.

“I wanted to respect you, despite my very disrespectful thoughts, of everything I wanna do to you.” He’s leaning lower, cupping your face with a hand now, breath mingling as he brings your face so close, lips a mere centimeter away. “Filthy things, I’ve been thinking of.”

“O-oh y-yeah?” He can’t stop his little laugh at you, sighing and tilting his head, pressing a kiss on your lips, just a brush of them that ignites need in your body, heart and fucking soul, which you try to shove down, to focus on how good your skin feels against his.

“Precious little thing, would be so fun to ruin you. Filthy fucking thoughts. But we’ll start with this one.” He picks you up now, you cling to him, arms around his neck, as your eyes meet, and he’s holding you like it’s nothing, hands gripping your ass under your skirt, squeezing and pressing you against him. “I wanna watch your pretty face when you cum so hard you can’t think.”

“God, Satoru…” He’s kissing you again, carrying you effortlessly to his room, you can’t even look at the luxe surroundings, enwrapped in his arms, drowning in his messy, expert kisses. “Mnh!”

“The little sounds you make.” Satoru certainly doesn’t fuck girls that aren’t co-stars or in the industry, but he can’t think of any time he’s ever been this ready, this filled with need for anyone. You feel so perfect in his arms, but you look even better when he pulls up, seeing you in the center of his huge bed, pretty lips swollen from his kisses.

“I love kissing you,” at your sweet words he pauses, and you clear your throat, feeling that flush hit your cheeks, looking down at his chin, touching it gently with a finger, before slipping fingers down his throat. “Too much?”

“No, I love making out.” You smile in relief, he should say how much he loves kissing you, but he doesn’t do that, right? He doesn’t just go dating, falling in love, with his lifestyle, it would just drag a good girl like you down, it’s why he held back, but now that you’re here, he can’t prevent himself from feeling it all.

He wondered, was it in his head?

How good you tasted, felt, your scent?

It wasn’t, and it’s even more intense now, the need unfulfilled by jerking his cock to you constantly, nothing like your soft, yielding lips and body under his, your breasts so soft even as nipples press hard through that fabric. He pulls back, littering kisses down your chest, your collar bone, watching you writhe under his sure touch, his ardent mouth.

“So good, ah!” Your hands grip his blankets, sweating just slightly as he drags down your cardigan, moaning then.

“No bra?” You’re shaking your head, and he smirks now, some of that LA Satoru Pornstar showing through. “Slutty.”

You giggle, before you moan, as his kisses delve lower, and he reveals a breast fully with an unbutton and tug, sighing as he sees one of your pretty tits. “I’ve never been called that.”

“I’m always called that.” You both laugh again, it’s easy, fuck, you feel so good just being under him, his huge hand gripping your breast now, eliciting a moan. “Like me calling you slutty when you’ve been such a good girl, hmm?”

“Oh my god.” He’s chuckling again, the man knows his effect, but you can’t argue, all you can do is gasp out, as he plucks a taut nipple between two fingers.

“Perfect tits, mmm.” He’s kissing down one now, tongue lapping your nipple, tastebuds rolling over the peak, and your eyes flutter shut, tummy clenching with ache for him. “Pretty, perfect, bet all of you is.”

You’re melting under his expert touch, perfect pressure everywhere you didn’t even know you were craving. “You’re so sweet.”

“I taste sweet too. Remember?” You’re furiously blushing now, covering your face as he grins down at you. “You asked, you know, slutty, it’s proven now.”

“It is slutty,” you’re giggling before he yanks the material apart further, mouth latching on to a sensitive peak. “Mnh, Satoru!”

“Mmhmm.” He’s sucking your nipple, pulling back with a pop of his lips, trails of saliva dripping from lush lips, and your heart won’t stop hammering, hot desire shooting through you.

A girl that has to have feelings.

But you already fucking do, admitting it or not, it’s more than his beauty, it’s so much more. You don’t want to scare him off, you just want to experience this, the longing so tangible it’s eaten you alive all week. The videos of him and your friend, him and other girls, dying to know what it feels like, but the way he is with you?

It’s different.

He’s gentler, more careful, sweet, with every caress you’re getting wetter, but also you’re falling into the abyss that is him. “What all have you done before, sweetheart?”

His question brings you back to the matter at hand- experience. “I have had sex once.”

He blinks now. “Once a day?”

You snort at him, as he grins, undoing the rest of your sweater and sighing at how beautiful you are. “Silly. No, just once with my ex, but I guess it was not very good, we split up the day after.”

“Your pussy probably ruined that boy.” You’re giggling again, god it feels good, natural under him, no wonder he’s just so very popular. He makes you feel so pretty as he’s slipping up your skirt, moaning softly. “Oral?”

“No.” He pauses a bit, running his fingers up and down your slit.

“Fingering?”

“Ah!” You can’t stop the cry that escapes your lips when your sticky wetness pours against his fingertips over your panties.

“Asked a question, pretty.”

“Hard to focus.” You’re crying out again, when he eases them down your thighs, eyeing your bare, glistening cunt and almost losing it.

“God it’s perfect.”

“Oh, Satoru, you don't have to say that.” His jaw clenches a bit, eyes narrowing, those white lashes shielding just a bit of the dazzling blue.

“I mean it, I am kind of an expert, you know.” You’re flushed underneath him, so adorable as you run a hand up and down his body, feeling every strong muscle, his cock is twitching, aching to fuck into you. But he holds back a bit, spreading your thighs, hands slipping up them now. “That’s why you asked, because I’m an expert?”

“Because I’ve never felt so comfortable, so…” you trail off, looking down shyly, lashes casting dark shadows on your cheeks, from the soft light over head. “I haven’t felt so wet.”

“Fuck…” He’s running his finger up and down your slit, watching you fall apart from that damn near, thighs tensing, your eyes shooting back up to his own. “You are soaked.”

“It’s a new problem.” He grins again, cocky and self sure, but there’s something to that smile, you try to pin it down but soon he’s thumbing your clit, and you’re gushing further down his hand, dripping onto his bed. “Oh!”

“You touch yourself?” You nod, covering your face again. “Show me.”

“Show you?” He nods, easing back and gently pulling your hand off your face, until your fingers are kissed so sensually, and he puts it down to your pussy, enjoying the color spreading across your cheeks. “Like now!?”

“It’s how I’ll know what you like. Women please themselves better than most men do, so I avidly study. Are you a clitoral girl, a g spot girl? Penetration, friction?”

“It’s like a science to you huh?” You’re fascinated, but not as fascinated as Satoru Gojo is when he’s watching your tiny little fingers part your plump folds, pressing up to find your little clit. The action is sexier than anything he’s seen, and he’s seen so many lewd, wanton things, but this?

God you’re just art.

How your lips part, brows together in concentration, as his hands press into the plush of your thighs, blue eyes drawn right to your slick cunt, drooling wetness out of your little hole. He’s barely hanging on by a thread, a man of his experience and profession, decimated by the pretty girl tentatively rubbing her clit for him, in nothing but a little skirt shoved up her hips, that sweater laid out under her. 

“Mnh!” Your quiet little moan elicits something feral, he tries to remain calm on the outside, give you a smirk, as he leans down, pressing a kiss on your inner knee, feeling you tremble underneath him.

“So you like your clit played with?” His husky words just make you wetter, more sensitive, as you play with yourself spread wide for this man.

“Y-yes.” Your little nod is met with a gasp, as you look at his fingers, slipping slowly up.

“Can you cum from it?”

“Usually… the wand…” He kisses higher up your thigh, watching as you get so wet you’re slippery, fingers slipping as he watches you avidly, watches the way you’re shifting, tilts his head to see where you’re pressing.

“She’s probably tiny and hard to get. Allow me?”

“Yes sir.” He chuckles at that, taking his thumb and pressing up, hitting your clit so good you can’t take it. “Oh! Oh my god…”

“She’s very tiny. But that’s good, easily stimulated,” Satoru’s murmuring now, touching your slick, bare cunt, making him die to taste you, pressing the quivering little clit while you cling to his wrist, whining out. “You like that, sweets?”

All you can manage is a nod, as he brings you to the edge, pleasure filling you, the sighs mixing with the sounds of your slick cunt clicking in his room, echoing and making it even more lewd, wild, while you let the man you hardly know touch you. Fuck you want him to, as he presses up harder, and you’re gripping his forearm, feeling those muscles tense as he works you.

“Satoru!” He moans softly, god he loves how you say his name.

“Ready for a finger inside you? Bet you’re so tight.” You nod nervously, when he slips his middle finger in then, so long it’s insane, making you gasp out, as he exhales, moaning out softly with you. “Knew it, so tight, but… here’s a spot baby.”

He curls his finger just so, and you’re gasping for a breath, while his thumb still presses your clit, your body writhing as he builds pressure. You are so tight, he’s questioning how much work up you’d need for his cock, but he’s sure it’d be worth it, to stretch this perfect little cunt out. He swipes back a little drop of drool off your lips when your back arches off the bed, tits begging for his kisses.

You realize then, it’s not just his skill, how good his thick finger feels inside of you, how beautiful his lidded eyes are, it’s the energy emitting from his being, with every exhale, how he looks at you underneath him. You gasp as he hits a spot deep inside your slick walls, making you see white hot stars for just a moment, soft cry escaping your lips, you’re so wet you can hear it, the squelching of your cunt so loud in his penthouse.

But it’s not just how good it feels, you know it’s something more, how Satoru looks at you like you’re the prettiest thing there is, like you’re all there is. His other hand strokes your hair back, as your thigh hitches up over his hip, allowing him to sink deeper with an impossibly long finger now. The way he feels, his weight on you, everything about him overwhelming all your senses.

“Look at you, fuck…” His soft murmur causes his hot breath to brush your lips, you taste just how sweet he is, your hands gripping his chest, as your eyes roll back with how his fingers hit. “There you go, feel her pulsing around me, can you take two, sweetheart?”

“They’re so thick…” He chuckles now, cocky in his little grin, pulling one out to suck it off, and your throat goes dry, seeing his cheeks hollow, and his own eyes fluttering shut as he moans.

“It tastes so sweet, god.” He sucks his other clean finger, tapping your thigh now. “Relax, if you can’t we’ll go back to one, okay?”

“Y-yes.” You’re so cute laid under him, the little squeak when he slips two into your tight little cunt making him chuckle. “You’re laughing at me.”

“You’re so adorable. Sorry.” He’s smiling at your half assed little glare, but you’re all flustered, your cheeks heated to the touch when he presses his lips on one, sinking both fingers in now, making you cry out at the stretch. “Loosen up, sweets, relax. Just feel it.”

Just feel.

But you feel too much.

Fuck.

You nod as he leans up, dying to yank his lips down on yours, craving the connection even as he eases you to relax, to take more of him, and when you do, when you’re that full, your moans get throatier, cunt slicker. He exhales as he feels it, as he watches you, easing back to shove that skirt higher up, to look at your little hole sucking him in so greedily.

“God I wanna bury my fucking face in her, can I?” Your lips part in a gasp, when he’s laying prone between your thighs, easing his fingers out to spread your lips, watching your little hole wink and twitch as it leaks more of your arousal out of it.

“Y-you do?” He smirks now, soft tousled hair falling over his brow, you brush it back then, making him even harder, cock twitching in response to that, as he inhales your scent.

“I would die to have you cum all over my face, drown me in it.” How is he. He’s insane and ruining you. “Your cunt is even fucking cute.”

“How can it be cute!?” He’s chuckling again, breathing against you, and yours comes faster, breasts rising and falling in your open sweater.

“They can be cute, especially yours.” He smacks a kiss on it - ‘muah’ making you giggle then, instantly relaxing, as you realize…

You trust him.

He’s a stranger, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like you’ve known this insane man forever, exhaling and spreading your thighs more, he notices the action, you relaxing under his palms, earning more of him dying to enter you. But he has this feeling, that once he does?

You’ll fucking ruin him.

Your taste alone is sweeter than any wine he’s had, the most corny shit he should not come up with in his sex addled mind, but you make him think of more, of every reaction of your pretty body. How you cry out, your sighs, the way your hips shift now, your little hands gripping his shoulders, nails pressing in, making him vividly picture how good it’ll feel when they’re raking down his back.

“You want it, hmm sweets?” He asks again, kissing higher, sighing as he nears you, feels your heat against his face. You nod then, shyly, and he leans up a bit, pressing one more kiss over your hood, chin brushing your needy little clit. “I need explicit consent, enthusiastic consent before we go further.”

Fuck he’s perfect.

You’re playing a dangerous game, you already feel yourself falling into the unreal swirling blue storms of the eyes looking up at you, from between your thighs. Your hands relax then, cupping his cheek, which he presses a kiss on your palm, and you decide any of him is worth it, how badly he makes you need him, how willingly your body is ready to respond, your heart needs to stay in its chest.

“Yes, I would love you to, please.” Your words end him, sweeter from your lips than he could imagine, and with that he doesn’t just lick you, no, Satoru Gojo devours you then and there. “Ah! S-Satoru!”

“Mnh…” He’s buried his face against your pretty pussy, and fuck he’s ruined further just from it, from sweet arousal seeping into his tastebuds, as he dives that tongue in your pulsing little hole. You’re tensing under him, tummy trembling when he presses down on it, making his next stroke so intense you start to fall apart under him, hands yanking his silky locks.

You taste sweeter than anything.

And fuck if Satoru Gojo doesn’t have one hell of a sweet tooth.

The way he devours you then is surreal, you’re clinging to his hair just to grasp the earth, his hungry moans vibrating your sensitive clit as he flicks his tongue up to it, sucking it in his hot mouth, making your toes curl under those socks, the sensations so overwhelming, and he’s just getting started. He’s got that smug look in his blue eyes when he glances up at you.

Your taste is something he can’t describe, Satoru loves eating pussy, but fuck if you’re not an entire delicacy, spread just for him. Some possessive, psychotic instinct takes over then, knowing he’s the first to kiss your pussy, lap you up, having you pull his hair so hard it hurts, as he presses his cock against the mattress. Why is he so fucking feral over you?

Every insane fucking instinct kicks in while he slathers your cunt with his saliva, his tongue lapping up your juices, and god there’s so much. You’re soaking his face, manicured nails pressing against his scalp, while you scream out hoarsely. Your moans and little cries just make it more intense for him, when he’s flicking his tongue just so, making you writhe under him.

He grabs at your hips, dragging you more impossibly on his face, and sucks on your clit, hard, making you jolt and moan his name now, your body arching off the bed. Satoru is relentless, his tongue flicking and circling, his teeth grazing, and it’s driving you wild, making you want to grab him and push him deeper, grind against his face. But you hold back, biting your lip, your hands tight in his hair as he devours you.

“You can fuck my face till you cum, don’t hold back.” His whisper is met with a lewd kiss on your clit, grinning against you now, you feel every line of those straight white teeth on your sensitive cunt.

“I c-can’t do that!”

“Yeah you can. Use my face till you get off.” You’re blinking in confusion, even when he’s literally been with so many women, you can’t help but feel special, how he looks at you then.

“You sure?” He nods, and you yank him against you then, to his satisfied moan, hips arching up to fuck his pretty, perfect face now, grinding on his long, talented tongue, as he continues to fucking ruin you with each stroke. “M’cumming!”

He just moans, as you can feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that’s going to shatter you, hitting your tummy and making it clench, the heat spreading while he works you so good, like he knows your body better than you do. And then he does it, he pushes his long tongue inside you, curling it just so and pressing on your gummy walls.

At the sensation your hips pause, his nose bumping your twitchy little clit, and you cum so hard you’re blinded, your body shaking as you scream out, so loud it should embarrass you, but he’s loving it all. Your cunt squeezing and spasming around his tongue, pussy pulsing with the force of your climax. He groans into you, the vibrations sending aftershocks through your body now.

“Oh my god, oh my f-fucking… Satoru!” You’re pushing at him now, when he flicks his tongue back on that clit, making you clench around nothing now, struggling as he pushes you into another fucking orgasm. “S-sensitive!”

“Good.” His first word since drinking you up. “Messy, slutty little cunt, she loves it huh?” He’s damn near talking to your cunt now, smacking another messy kiss along it, face glistening with you, making you flush. “Can you cum one more time?”

“It’s a lot I…”

“You can, hmm? C’mon, one more f’me, pretty please.” You manage a shaky breath, nodding while he sinks a finger into your pulsing hole.

“Oh! Mnh!” You’re reduced to noises, words can’t be formed when he curls his finger just so in your messy cunt now, pressing up and hitting the sweetest pressure, your hands grip his blankets until they crumple underneath your hands, as he pushes you once more, this time more intense. “Cumming, cumming!”

“Mhmm.” He just moans that, watching you with dilated blue eyes that appear almost black, curling a long finger so deep you shatter, weak and dazed as you come down from the high, blinking away stars.

“Holy fuck… what the…” He’s sighing now, easing his finger from your tight little cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs, as you brush back his hair, trying to catch your breath. “You’re better than any vibrator my god.”

“Of course I am.” He’s grinning, when you swipe off your slick, embarrassed and flustered. “You’re so messy baby.”

“I’m so sorry! I’ve never done all this!” You lean up on your elbows, looking at the wet spot under you, drooling across your thighs, and all over his lips and chin.

“It’s sexy, stop it.” He leans over you now, you gasp as his hot heavy length presses against you under his pants, taking several shaky breaths, eyeing his lips.

“Can you kiss me again?” Your whisper is raw and vulnerable, you’re trembling under him, as he leans closer. “Sorry I just need it.”

“Of course, you should taste yourself.” He slams his lips down, the charge between you both unreal, you’re drinking yourself off him, thighs pressing against his hips now. Your hands slip up his strong back, feeling how hot his skin is, while his tongue delves into your mouth, and you taste your sweetness.

“Thank you.” Your little whisper ends him then, between smacks of kisses between you two, he should be thanking you for letting him, since when has he thought that way? “God, fuck that was intense.”

“You came pretty easy for me, you know.”

“Oh!” He’s grinning and wiggling his brows, and for a moment it feels too natural, too easy to be under him, making you both pause.

This was what he did for a living.

He’s certainly having fun, but you can’t get too confused.

“What else would you like to do? Are you sure you’re ready for it all?” His intent makes you so nervous.

“I wanted to suck you? Is that okay?” Satoru’s cock hurts so bad it takes everything to hold himself back, from grabbing your pretty face and fucking it, stretching that little throat out. He thinks he’s dreaming, swathed in your taste, your scent, brushing your now messy hair back gently.

“Is that okay? Fuck yes.” You giggle now, as he helps you sit up, switching positions and lying on his back now. You are almost naked, the skirt still on along with your kneesocks - those kittens, so cute he thinks - something so seductive about you keeping them on as you get on your knees.

“He’s very pretty. Is that weird to say?” He shakes his head, letting you unbutton his pants now, watching you avidly, your hair falling to the side, just over one breast, which he puts back over your shoulder now. He watches you shiver from the contact, goosebumps on your breasts.

“He’s very pretty, I already know this.” You roll your eyes a bit at him, but his laughter dies when his cock is free, and he’s helping you take the rest of his boxers off his slim, long legs. “Blushing again?”

“It’s bigger in person!? How.” He’s just beaming, you’re sure this is merely stroking his enormous ego, but you can’t help it.

“The camera subtracts two inches.”

“Does it now?” You’re leaning down, hair brushing his thighs as your tiny hand wraps his thick, massive cock, tracing a pale blue vein under taut skin, watching as he jerks, whining out softly. “Is that okay?”

“God yes…” He’s swallowing now, it was easy to be conceited eating you out, but he’s a fucking mess when you barely touch him. He shuts his eyes, trying to pull himself together, he’s supposed to teach you, not get flustered like some damn virgin, about to bust from a touch. “Have you jerked one?” You shake your head. “I’m so confused, how did you have sex at all?”

“He just put it in, and it hurt.” Satoru frowns now, seeing the expression on your face.

“You can’t just put it in, you’re stupid - ah - tight.” You’re stroking a bit, laying down now, breaths against him.

“Two virgins I guess we sucked.” You muse softly, sighing a bit. “But you’re… much, much bigger.”

“Well I wouldn’t hurt you. Okay?” You nod then, smiling because you already know, pressing the flat of your tongue to his slit, making him whimper, the sound has you pause, as you taste him, sticky precum coating your tongue.

“You are yummy.” Satoru can’t take it then, yanking you up and making you gasp, pinning you beneath him. “Satoru, let me suck it please?”

“I can’t take it.” He kisses his taste off you, drool pooling in your mouth as he hastily unzips your skirt. “I’ll bust quick.”

“How? I’ve watched you, and your stamina-”

“No stamina right now. Shit stamina.” He’s kissing you again, and something shifts, hungry and desperate, overwhelming your senses, filled with him. Your hands grip his obliques, feeling them tense as he moves, as he breathes with you. “Let me have you cum again.”

“I wanted to make you cum.” Your soft whisper elicits a low growl from him, as he clutches you so tightly you almost can’t breathe, wondering just what the fuck you’re making him into. “If it’s fast won’t that mean I’m doing good?”

“That’s one way to look at it - ah!” You’re touching him between your bodies, stroking him again, watching how his lips part, his jaw clenched, muscles so tense his arms are shaking. “Shit, okay.”

He stands now, as you’re on your knees, brushing your hair into a ponytail and holding it there, pulling just a bit as he touches your cheek. “Tell me what to do?”

“Open.” His soft command is husky, reverberating through you, as you do just that, forward on your hands and knees, as he slips the tip of his cock against your open lips, painting the precum along them like the prettiest gloss. “Fuck…”

You stay open, god you’re a good girl, aren’t you?

“That’s it, use your tongue sweetheart- f-fuck…” As you do just that, and his cock fills your mouth, Satoru loses his tentative control, pulling your hair so hard you cry out just a bit. “Shit, you okay?”

You pull back with a pop, looking up at him with dilated eyes, lidded and full of desire. “I’m good, I um… liked it.”

He pulls it again, pricking pain that makes your cunt impossibly wet again, as you suck him in, trying to remember what you’ve seen before. Satoru’s moving now, sucking in a breath when he sinks deep in your throat, feeling you gag around it, he has to pause his thrusts, exhaling.

“Relax the throat, just like that, such a good girl, aren’t you?” You’re whining out, pressing your thighs together as you suck up and down his length, so long he makes you choke, tensing. “Breathe through the nose, there you go.”

You’re listening so perfectly, would you listen to anything he said?

Satoru’s never been one for too much bdsm, but fuck if you don’t elicit every goddamn thought of anything he’s seen. Tying you up, blindfolding you, making you cum until you faint from it, waking you up and doing it again. He struggles to cling to any sense of composure as you shut your eyes, nostrils flaring a bit, sucking him in so deep inside your tight throat, squeezing him.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, look at you. Sucking him so deep, can you bottom out?” You try to concentrate, relaxing your throat, nodding just a bit, and Satoru can feel the bulge of his cock in your delicate throat as he brushes his hand along it, sighing at how goddamn sexy you are.

His abdomen flexes, the muscles taut and defined as his hips move, as his cock pulses in that tight chamber, gripping him and making him think just how perfect your pussy will feel. The thoughts of it have him fucking your face harder, faster, as you reach down, touching yourself, unable to take it, balancing on one arm now.

“Gotta touch your pussy again, love my cock so much?” This isn’t Satoru’s ‘pornstar voice’ no, it’s husky, desperate, broken, as he feels you pushing him closer and closer with each suck, flick, gag, god when you gag it feels so good, so much he wants to keep causing it.

You’re slipping two little fingers in your slick hole, they slip in easily which has never really happened before, but how can it not when Satoru had stretched you with one of his long, thick fingers? Something is heady when you look up at him under your lashes, hitting your own spot, whining and choking on his cock, watching the flush of his cheekbones, feeling him tense.

You feel so much, more than just sucking a beautiful cock, the intensity and care of him fucking your throat means too much, how he’s delicate, careful, holding back. You see it in his tense body, you feel him shaking, holding back so he doesn’t hurt you, testing just what you like. And you want to please him, god you do, you want him feeling just a bit of what he just gave you.

Satoru’s breaths themselves are pornographic, heavy and stuttering, his words broken as he fucks your face so goddamn good, you’re pumping your fingers in quicker, but god nothing felt like his. Long and thick, compared to yours, so short and not hitting a goddamn thing, squishing and clicking, along with the sound of your suction, slobbering all down Satoru’s length now.

“You’re so good, d-didn’t need a lesson, for shit- ah! Mmm!” He’s louder than you expected, in the clips you watched he was a little more quiet, he’s so loud and vocal while he thrusts, pausing then, pulling back, letting you take a dizzy breath.

“You like it?” Your whisper ends him, he shakes his head.

“Like it no.” That wasn’t a good word for whatever your innocent mouth is doing to him, he’s had the most practiced girls, he’s had multiple sucking him at once, as he came all over their faces, crossed eyes and tongues sticking out. But nothing is like your nervous little look, as he grabs your hand now, yanking it off you.

“Ah!” You’re gasping as he sucks your cunt off them, moaning as he does, making your jaw drop.

“I’m about to cum, where do you want it?” You turn into a flustered mess when he releases your spit soaked fingers.

“Wanna taste you.” Your answer has him desperate, he’s pressing your lips open again, cock shoving deep, you moan around him, pushing Satoru over that ledge.

“Wanna swallow all my cum, like a good girl?” He knows what that does, it’s so clear, and you manage a nod, when he fucks your face faster and faster, hands gripping your face delicately for as hard as he’s going. “Ready baby?”

You merely whine out, shaking as you feel him pulse in your throat, he pulls back, and then you feel it, hot and sticky, so much cum, ropes of it pouring in your mouth now, as Satoru whimpers again. This time you know it’s different from what you heard, his usual moans, looking up to see his eyes fluttering shut, his hands gripping your face harder as he keeps filling your mouth.

You swallow him all down, he is sweet, just a tiny bit bitter, but flooding your senses as your hands grip his thighs, and you suck him all down, every rope of white cum filling your throat and now your tummy. You’re so full, sucking more and more, until he’s sensitive, gasping.

“F-fuck, god, I’ve… you…” He can’t form a word, as an innocent, nerdy little thing has destroyed him, made him into a whimpering fucking mess.

How the fuck.

He eases back, and tilts your chin up, as your hands slip up his abdomen, brushing the soft white hair above his still hard cock. “Lemme see, did you swallow it all?”

You nod, opening as he guides your jaw, and he sees your pink tongue, your mouth devoid of his cum aside from some that had spilled on the corner of your mouth. Satoru exhales, swiping at it now.

“Want more of me?”

“Yes.” It’s instant, you don’t even think of it.

“Then open again.” You do just that, when Satoru spits right down into your open mouth, lewd and filthy, the saliva stringing down until it hits your tongue. “Swallow.”

You gulp him down, as his hand wraps your pretty throat, and he can’t stand it then, a cock that’s cum twice today won’t go away, it’s coming back if anything at how debauched he’s made you. How obedient you are, looking at him in shock, wiping at your lips, cheeks tinged with color.

“Pretty fucked out little doll.” You whine out as he kisses you again, craving his lips more than anything, the way you feel in his arms, as he presses you against his hard body. “Are you sure you’ve never done it?”

“Y-yes, um… you’re very sweet.”

God. Ruining him.

You’re ruining him.

He’s kissing you again and again as his phone goes off, he smacks at it, scowling, mouth back over yours, tits squished in his huge hands. His cock is hot and heavy against your thigh when it’s going off again, he sighs, leaning up and peering over at it on the nightstand.

“Manager, shit.”

“It’s fine, go ahead Satoru.” You whisper, stroking his cheek now, he moans and kisses you again, before leaning up now.

“Yep.” He answers, still running his hands down your tits, your nipples, eliciting cries you try to bite back, much to his pleasure. “Yeah I know I just… have wanted to do solo for a bit.”

You’re trying not to listen in, caressing a bicep, feeling just how strong and cut he is, while he smiles down at you. You hear the manager’s voice, and watch Satoru roll those baby blues, sighing now, sitting up a bit. You go to do so as well, but he gently pushes you down, shaking his head.

“I don’t wanna do the gang bang, too many dicks.” You can’t stop the little laugh, and Satoru smirks at you, pressing a little kiss to your collarbone. “You’re gonna scare my friend off. Yeah I have friends, the fuck?”

Satoru continues the conversation, still kissing on you, something you didn’t know how badly you needed or craved after doing so much with him, god his cum is inside you, along with his spit. Imagining him just… leaving you… or sending you home after he came was a big fear, and what you expected, but the fact that he’s so touchy is making you feel even more comfortable.

It’s like you’ve known him.

Since you met him you felt that way, your heart aches at his cute, almost boyish grin, while he keeps speaking. “Fine, I’ll do the shoot if it’s that much money, but I swear I’m tired of Sukuna lately. And Toji? Ugh. Fine, fine then.” He hangs up his phone, and you bite that lip, making him gently tug it. “I hate gang bangs.”

“That’s not something I thought I’d hear from anyone?” He tosses his phone aside, kissing up the side of your neck, making it tickle. “You have a shoot?”

“Yeah, I avoided them all week.” He pauses then, not wanting to say why, surely you don’t… feel anything other than pleasure, right? And if so, you’re a good girl - what if this life hurt you?

“Why are you avoiding it?”

Satoru sighs, kissing up to your ear, dying to say it - you.

But that’s fucking insane.

“I get a little exhausted sometimes from it all, I figured I’d focus on the OF.” He leans up, brushing fingers across your cheeks, still hot to the touch, your gaze affixed on his collarbone now. “I really hate working with Toji and Sukuna. Suguru is fine, we’re so close I guess. But those two are so annoying. And one girl, four dicks? Dicks touching, balls touching.”

“Oh god.” You’re nervously laughing as he does. “So why do it?”

“It’s my job, I can’t keep turning em all down, already got my manager angry as fuck clearly.” He sighs now, because he can’t even fathom having a girl under him, it’s like you’ve done something.

“So a gang bang.”

“Yep. Ugh. Let’s not talk about it.” He’s kissing you again, and you can’t help but again feel envious of anyone that gets him, and you damn sure should not think this fucking way. “Do you want more?”

“I think maybe a pause. Because that was a lot. I’m a little worn out.”

“Amateur.”

“I’m not a pornstar!” You shove at him playfully and he laughs again, but this time you feel it, the tension, his hand gripping yours gently, warm and wrapped around your little wrist, as it rests on his chest.

“There are amateur pornstars you know.”

“Well that certainly couldn’t be me. I don’t think I’d let so many people see me naked- not that I mind that you do! Did that seem judgy!? Shit-”

“Shh. No, you’re just you, and that’s okay.” You heave a breath of relief, hoping he would never think you’d judge him, as you fall deeper into that gaze. “So when is your next lesson, student?”

“Student!” You can’t stop the blush, the giggle, that makes him die for you over and over, when the door opens. “Oh!”

“I forgot to mention, I share the penthouse with Suguru.” He quickly buttons your cardigan, as you slip on your skirt, and the two of you hear kisses and soft moans, Satoru steps out curiously, literally still naked. “Oh, hey Mandy.”

“Gojo!” Suguru is kissing down a pretty girl's neck as Satoru leans in his doorway, dick just out like he couldn’t care less, and you step up behind him, earning Suguru’s curious gaze.

“It’s the pretty girl from the party.” He smiles, as the girl - Mandy, you guess - looks at you as well, and you recognize her.

“Oh it’s Jenna’s friend, hi.” You wave and she giggles, bouncing over to you, while Suguru takes his jacket and shoes off. She gives Satoru a kiss on the cheek, then takes your hand. “You take the best pictures of her, oh my god!”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” Satoru finally goes to slip on his jeans, giving you all a good look at his little round ass, as he slips them up over them. “She told you I took those?”

“She did. Hey, I’d pay good money for a shoot.”

“Oh, I don’t do it professionally…” Satoru comes back now, a hand at the small of your back.

“You took those of Jenna?” You nod now. “Shit they look pro.”

“There are always side hustles love.” Suguru says now, holding a hand out to you, and you put your much smaller one in his, as he brings it to his lips. “We didn’t officially meet. Suguru Geto.”

You give him your name shyly, and then he’s dragging Mandy to his room, as she waves at you now. “If you change your mind, let me know!”

“I will.” You’re fidgeting a bit as they shut the door, laughter echoing through Satoru - and Suguru’s - penthouse. “A co-star?”

“She’s mainly Suguru’s co-star, but I’ve joined in. That is about as close to dating as he gets I think.” There it is, the word - dating. He clears his throat then, tilting your chin up. “Seriously, those pictures are so good. I didn’t know you took them.”

“Jenna is just beautiful, it’s easy.” Satoru frowns, watching you look down nervously.

“I mean lighting, angles baby, that shit matters in the industry. You said you did graphic design?” You nod. “Not too far off art in general, and bodies are art.”

“You think bodies are art?” Satoru leans down now, one hand on either side of you.

“Yours sure is.” His words do too much damage, words you die to hear from his perfect lips, but here you are - falling - when you know damn well you can’t.

“You’re way too nice.”

“I am not even. I told you I’m an expert.” He grabs your waist now, and you can’t stop your heart from racing, from feeling too much, for a man that apparently will be having a whole gang bang tomorrow. No, you have to keep this separated, you got pleasure, he did, and that’s okay.

Right?

Get out of your head!

“Let’s get you something to eat, bet you forgot hmm? You’re all shaky.”

“You notice a lot.”

“I like to pay attention,”

He’s perfect, aside from… his job is to fuck people.

Shit stop caring!

“Let me heat you up something, come on.” You follow him into the kitchen, hearing the moans and cries, and Satoru smirks as he peeks at his phone. “They’re really on cam right now.”

“Oh!”

“Wanna see?”

“No, no. No way.” Satoru turns on the microwave, leaning on the counter, eyes raking over your body slowly, you feel it like a caress.

“Only watch me, hmm? I’m so special?” His lips turn up, and he’s teasing, but you almost say yes, he is, holding it back nervously.

“Maybe you are.” You want to seem teasing, fun, but your voice is just soft and nervous, Satoru’s lips part, as if to speak, then the microwave beeps. “You don’t have to feed me, Satoru.”

“Yes I do. It’s nothing, I have a million of these meals, and they’re full of protein- you need that after sex you know. Sit.” You sit up on the bar stool now, as he places the little meal in front of you, then turns to the fridge, to give you the best view of this man’s back.

God it’s sexy, the curve of his spine, the dimples in his lower back, the bulging muscles so defined, your mouth goes dry for a moment. He pulls out a water bottle, before going over to one of those pretty white cabinets, pristinely clean for two bachelors living here you notice. He takes a little packet, smiling at you as he tears it now, pouring it in.

“Electrolytes, for the waterfall.”

“Oh god.” You’re covering your face as he laughs, the sound is so nice, it’s too nice, how thoughtful he is, when he shakes up the bottle and hands it to you.

“It’s hot, stop. Eat.”

After eating as much as you could, and drinking most of the bottle he’s mixed up, Satoru has you in the bathroom, tenderly helping you clean up, fixing your outfit while you’re waiting on your ride. He is by far the sweetest guy you’ve met, careful when he wipes you up in places that make you blush, then tackling your hair with a flat black brush.

Satoru’s brushing your hair gently, you see him towering over you, behind you in the reflection, so careful as he slips that brush through your messy hair, so relaxing you almost fall asleep. “You’re spoiling me.”

“This isn’t spoiling, sweetheart.” God the thought of spoiling you fucks him up. Images of fucking you in just some diamond body chain, and nothing else, brings the cock he’s trying to calm down get hard all over again. “Aftercare is important.”

“I see this. You do… for your co-stars?”

“Of course I always make sure they’re cleaned up and okay, but especially for you and not being so experienced. I imagine you didn’t get that with your ex?” You shake your head a bit.

“I thought we were in love, after that I really closed off. But no he was sweet it was like we both were a little too sheltered, and then that kind of cinched it, that we weren’t compatible. Do you think everyone can be physically compatible?” Satoru purses his lips then, shaking his head.

“I can make anyone cum, because I know how, but,” his hand puts down the brush, now he’s eyeing you in the fancy gilded mirror, brushing your hair over your shoulders, studying your pretty face. “I don’t think everyone ‘vibes’ if that makes any sense.”

“It does, actually.” Was that it, you two mesh well? Not whatever fantastical ideas run rampant in your addled mind? When he rests his chin on your head now, holding you, you try to remember, Satoru is sweet, he does this with his costars. He’s just a good guy who knows women.

It can’t be more.

While Satoru remembers that he could not ever be good for a girl like you, and he shouldn’t even let this happen, because you’re fucking his brain up. The thought of fucking anyone makes him cringe, god all he wants to do is bury his face between your thighs again, keep having you cum. He’s got to remember you trust him to show you things, and that’s all it needs to be.

He has a career he loves, right?

His hands slip further down your body, your breaths quicken, his big hand splayed on your tugged cardigan. “You really are art.”

“Satoru, the things you say- mnh!” He’s lost now, cupping you between your thighs again, as he presses you against the counter, eyes so bright with those shrunken pupils, as you feel fingers glide against your panties again. Your eyes roll back, head falling against his chest.

“Let me have you cum one more time before your car gets here?” You weakly nod, how can you not, and he moans, bending low so he can slip your panties to the side, fingering you with two, you try to cover your cry, and he yanks your hand off your mouth. “Wanna watch that pretty face.”

You’re so fucked.

He has you gushing down his fingers, making a mess all down thick knuckles, hasty and quick in the bathroom, as his lips touch the shell of your ear. “I can’t wait to sink my cock so deep in this perfect cunt.”

“Ah! Satoru… ngh…” You’re ended, wrapped in his dangerous embrace, eyes losing focus when he murmurs again.

“Look at yourself when you cum.” You never have done this, you’ve never seen your face this way, the way your eyes are so dilated, you can barely see a ring of their color anymore, your parted lips, when he slips another hand under your chin, keeping your face forward.

You’re pulsing around his fingers once more, this time so sensitive from your orgasms it’s even easier for him, when he kisses up your neck, up to your ear, breaths heavy against it. Your vision shakes when you’re getting closer, ass arching while he presses you even more against the marble sink, the soft cream walls all fading as you begin to shatter.

“Art… see?” His whisper is so raw and genuine, you nod weakly, falling against his strong body as he eases his fingers, pressing them to your clit and eliciting one more orgasm, running in circles while he watches you, hungrily, and you know it even more, cunt spasming for him.

You really fucking like Satoru Gojo.

You want to be dumb and say what’s in your heart, but it can’t be, it’s his enigmatic charm, it’s his sweetness, it’s how sexy he makes you feel. It’s his presence it’s… god, all of him, intoxicating like some drug, and you’re not sure if a taste of him is anywhere close to enough, when he takes his fingers out, leaving you empty, putting his fingers to your lips.

“Suck.” His quiet orders are so easily obeyed by you it drives him to insanity, pulling you close as you taste his fingers, eyeing how sensual and fucked out you look in his arms, wondering how he lets you go.

*****

The Next Day 

The bright lights of the set are fucking blinding, there’s too many dicks, that must be it, not the girl that’s in his fucking head constantly, that he would do anything to have gushing down his face again. The one he kept thinking how beautiful her goddamn eyes were while she swallowed him, versus just thinking of the pleasure, no it was more, far more.

“Satoru, you really need Viagra buddy.” Sukuna says with a chuckle, when the director yells - cut! - and Satoru sighs.

“Oh fuck you, it’s all your dicks.”

“You look like you really don’t mind-”

“Toji, stop.” Suguru pauses him before Satoru and Toji fight as they tend to when they butt heads on a shoot. But, the directors wanted the top stars, and here they all were in one room with a beauty, who pauses sucking Sukuna and jerking Toji then, looking at Satoru curiously.

“I need a minute.” Satoru’s manager frowns now, having seen this before in the last shoot. He comes up to him now, as Satoru frowns at his usually at least semi hard cock just hanging there, irritating him to no end.

“Go take a break. Try to… get back to it.” Satoru nods, heading to the dressing room and downing a bottle of water from the fridge, leaning over the counter where they do their makeup, though Satoru never really needs anything but a little clear mascara for those long white lashes.

He came in your mouth, he had you on his face, shouldn’t that have fulfilled something, the longing and desire? Did he need to fuck you to actually be able to function? Or if he fucked you would he be good and ruined!? Considering her mouth and hand could do nothing to him, and his annoying co stars talking shit certainly didn’t help anything.

How were you?

He hadn’t heard from you today.

Since when does he care if a girl hits him up? He frowns now, wrapping a towel around his hips, hanging low, pulling up his cell phone and seeing it then, making him smile, and he sees how lovesick and goofy the smile is in the mirror. He immediately tries to stop it, the grin, but his lips keep twitching when he looks at the text again.

Good Girl🫦 (yes that’s what he saved you as, no he’s not sorry) I hope you have a great shoot today, Satoru. I am not working tomorrow if you’d like to get dinner? Is that weird? It’s weird. Just have a good day! Ignore me!

He laughs a bit, you’re too fucking adorable and just awkward, god he fucking loves it.

🌽🌟 Satoru (yes that’s his name in your phone, no you’re not sorry) You’re cute. Of course we can do dinner, you pick a spot?

He sits down as the three dots do more to make him hard than this stupid ass shot, wondering at you then. Was dinner code for a lesson, or did you want to hang out with him? Spend time? He fears that would make him fall just as much if not more as touching you, kissing you, because god if he doesn’t just love listening to you talk, like that night at the party.

You fascinate him.

Good Girl🫦- I sure can, six pm work for you?

🌽🌟 Satoru - Sure thing sweetheart.

When he calls you sweetheart you can’t stop the goofy smile on your face, but then you remember where he is. He’s probably on a break from… a fucking gang bang, and you can NOT be jealous about that. You cannot be upset that you already want him to yourself, greedy, stupid and selfish. God you knew you probably couldn’t handle this well, but the fact that it’s more intense than you anticipated is hard to swallow.

But you want him near you, even just for dinner, you were so nervous he’d turn you down, but god if you don’t enjoy his presence altogether. He makes you laugh, he makes you feel so good, as if this… emptiness you’ve had for a long time is filled by a big white grin and sparkling blue eyes.

🌽🌟 Satoru - We’re friends, right?

Good Girl🫦 - Absolutely, no matter what ‘lessons’ we do, I want to be your friend.

🌽🌟 Satoru - Then can I get a favor, pretty please? I will make it up by buying us dinner.

Good Girl🫦 - Of course, what is it?

🌽🌟 Gojo - Another picture of you.

You’re flushed now, surely on a shoot with a beautiful girl he didn’t need some picture of you? You’re home now, just in gym shorts and a crop top, hair in a messy bun, your glasses on.

Good Girl🫦 - Satoru I look like crap.

🌽🌟 Satoru - Bet you look hot.

Good Girl🫦 - Picture of what?

Satoru sighs in relief, biting his lower lip, wondering if he should just come out and fucking say it - he doesn’t think he can get hard if you’re not there, in his head, if he doesn’t see you. It’s a theory that’s getting more and more tangible by the moment, that he doesn’t know if he can perform his damn job anymore because your taste is soaked in his tastebuds.

🌽🌟 Satoru - Your perfect tits, please? I’ll show you mine.

You giggle then, shaking your head, skin so overheated when you nervously look in the mirror in your room, scattered books and stuffed animals covering the dresser. Can you do this, take a picture of… your body for him?

Good Girl🫦 - why? Aren’t there tits for you waiting?

You’re bratty, he didn’t realize till now. It makes you hotter.

🌽🌟 Satoru - Not even close to as pretty as yours - and there are so many dicks and balls. Help your friend out :’) I will make sure I kiss them as a thank you.

Good Girl🫦 - Image.

You freak out as you send it, the picture of your tits in your mirror, and Satoru moans out loud at it. Yeah, he saw them, but fuck, you’re perfect, hair up in some messy bun, your glasses on the bridge of your pretty nose, little baby yoda plush front and center against your mirror, god it makes you even hotter. You’ve wrapped an arm under them, pressing them up and together.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

He’s throbbing now, looking down at his cock straining the terry cloth towel, scowling back at the phone, realizing he thinks you have put some spell on his perfect cock. Are you some witch disguised as a sweet little thing!? He eyes your tits again, almost whining at how pretty they look, at how badly he’d love to fuck you between them, cum all over them.

He’d cum on every inch of your body.

🌽🌟 Satoru - You’re so perfect.

You’re covering your face, sighing as his words - probably just being nice - are too much, they mean too much from him. You’re questioning everything you are and everything you’ve ever known, throbbing with need from his mere words, nipples aching for his touch. You look back at the phone, fingers hovering on the cool dark screen, shaking slightly.

Good Girl🫦 - You still on set?

🌽🌟 Satoru - Unfortunately. That brightened my day. My cock is smiling, you know.

You snort at that.

Good Girl🫦 - You’re silly. I’ll let you get back to work.

He doesn’t want to get back to work.

He wants you on the set, but fuck if he’d let anyone else touch you if you were his-

Wait.

What fucking kind of thought is this!?

He doesn’t think that way.

Looking at your picture again, he rushes back out, trying his very best to keep up the tentative erection, he can’t manage to get involved however, touching skin that’s not yours seems wrong somehow. You’re not together - he doesn’t date, he can’t date - but he can’t stay away from thoughts of you here instead, and how he’d film just the perfect video with you instead.

You would never, but the porn he imagines you two could make is what feeds his brain for the next twenty minutes or so, he tries to let the other men fuck her, as he lets her jerk him, or suck him, shutting his eyes and picturing the tits on his screen. He doesn’t even know if he’ll be able to cum, finally settling to jerk himself, when they’re all putting the money shot on the star.

He wants to cum all over your pretty face, god. He vividly sees it as his ropes of cum pour out, and he notices with relief the shoot is over. Usually he would have some friendly banter, but he’s distant, odd as he cleans up, it feels like he’s so uninvolved, even that night he’s staring at your pretty tits again, cock in his hand when you’ve messaged him.

Good Girl🫦 - Sweet dreams, Satoru.

Fuck.

He wants you in his bed so bad, but not just to finally fuck into your perfect little pussy, shit it would be nice to hold you. He’s never done that. To just kiss on you and watch your cute reactions, the little giggles you make. His cock throbs in response, since when has Satoru became someone to masturbate to a fucking photo?

You’re laying there, hating the thoughts in your mind, that he was with someone else today - but you’re friends. Friends with some ‘lessons’ that should not mean as much as they did the other day, not just the pleasure, or how badly you want him inside you, no it was his sweet kisses, him brushing your hair, fuck he fed you and made sure you were okay constantly.

You just want him, any of him.

Cruel, cruel joke - making you fall for a pornstar who will never date. But, here you are, watching three dots move now.

🌽🌟 Satoru - Good night, sweetheart.

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— BE OKAY ; SATORU GOJO ; 五条悟

summary: you've been promised to one another since the very beginning. pairing: satoru gojo / f!reader word count: 1.7k tags: taika clan reader, arranged marriage trope, jjk world building, these healthy family dynamics got hands, satoru has mommy issues, grief, loss of father, laughing at funerals hits different listen to: butterflies - tom odell a/n: (cracks knuckles) the arranged marriage trope is so personal to me, actually. anyways, here's a context building piece for a bunch of drabbles i have in mind. (eats my hands) next →

Genetically speaking?

It's a perfect match.

The Gojo Clan has long since sunk its teeth into the idea, chewing on the competency of the match for nearly two decades now. 

You are nothing remarkable as a newer-blooded cousin within the Taira Clan. You are perfectly ordinary and it is lovely. You have your mother's eyes and your father's nose and — as they come to learn — your grandmother's technique.

Maybe there was something fated about your mother's match to your father. When you think about it, though, all this is more like counting cards and less like reading tea leaves.

You're born as a cursed technique user. Matriarch Kogō Taira passes three days after your birth and you inherit her technique. 

You're a beautiful, healthy baby of six months old and babbling over spoonfuls of mashed apples when the Gojo Clan first reaches out to your father. 

Their goal was simple, spoken plainly, over tense silence one afternoon in their family's sprawling estate.

We aim to preserve the gift of Limitless within the Clan and facilitate the birth of gifted sorcerers for generations to come. 

Their clan welcomed a baby boy six months ago on the same day — the first to be born in nearly four hundred years to possess Six Eyes. Rumors float around this boy, Satoru, and his very existence. 

The quietest, saddest one is that he was stolen from his mother's hands the moment he opened his big, beautiful, blue eyes for the very first time. 

Someone has done the math and toiled over the genetics. For as long as the Taira Clan's history has been written, they have known how a child's techniques shall manifest. If it is a boy, he will inherit his father's technique. If it is a girl, she shall either inherit her grandmother's technique or none at all. No matter the marriage, no matter the Clan. 

This is how the cards shall be counted.

You have memories of laying in your bed, tucked beneath sakura blossom patterned sheets, with your mother curled around you and the light from the hall bleeding into the room. Her fingers would play with your hair as she whispered the tale of the Taira Clan and their heavenly pact as you began to slip asleep. 

A heavenly pact engrained this faulty punnett square into your DNA. Generations worth of waiting engrained Limitless into Satoru Gojo's. 

Your father doesn't consent to the marriage arrangement until your eighteenth birthday. 

When you were younger, you always wondered why he waited so long. 

Now? You get it.

He promised you a childhood by pushing away the inevitable. 

The family home in Kagoshima City was the only one you ever had to know, and you finished your schooling through the public education system. Your uniform bore no signature button. You spent summer evenings chasing fireflies with your mother. You were allowed the sweetness of youth — of growth spurts, first kisses, and heartbreak — in a bubble of normalcy.

They educated you in private on the arts of Jujutsu. Your mother and father protected you and nurtured your gift with patience, understanding, and pride. 

You knew from a young age that you were promised to Satoru Gojo and he you. Sometimes, you'd lay awake at night and watch the breeze dance through the curtains, and you would wonder what he was like.

Was he tall? Did he have a nice voice? What about his hands?

You hoped he was a good man, like your father, and you promised the moon that if he was, you would be loving like your mother. You promised the stars you'd make the best of this arrangement just as your parents had.

There was no choice in the matter.

You knew that.

But Satoru tried.

Shit, he tried.

He tried and he tried and he tried — because he never once had a say, did he? Not in his life, not once. He never had a say in whose hand to hold, whose words lulled him to sleep at night. His entire life was decided for him the moment he opened his eyes. He spent his entire childhood with clipped wings. The Clan was never far behind his every step, quick to correct and quicker to command. 

It was bound to happen, that rebellious streak of his. After all, it was the explosive result of being watched and controlled for his entire life; like a pressure cooker full of spite. 

He did all in his power to undermine every mention of the arrangement. 

Every single time. 

He remembers that December seventh like a slap. He was eighteen and graduating without Suguru. His world was falling apart. He was angry and he was bitter and he said things he didn't mean to your father in the halls of the Gojo Clan Estate. Your father was there to sign on the dotted line, to promise his daughter's life away — and even when Satoru laughed and spat and dared challenge his right to do so? 

Your father was kind to him.

Even now, on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, Gojo remembers that soft look Haru Taika gave him in the crowded hall. He remembers the raised hand to silence the coming reprimand. He remembers the way your father spoke, so gently.

"You have every right to feel that way."

Did he?

Shit.

It's stupid.

All of this. 

The fact he's even here, head draped across the back of his couch, thinking about this. His legs are propped up on the coffee table. He needs to get moving, to put on a tie and a jacket. He can't forget the okoden and he can't be late.

Haru Taika's wake is today.

Grief is funny.

Your shoulders shake as you try to keep it together.

Your mother is crying now, too — holding back laughter and holding your hand even tighter, as the old-as-dust priest chokes on his spit mid-sutra. The prayer is interrupted by hacking and coughing and there's something so very Haru Taika about his wake becoming comical.

Those behind you and your mother must think your grief insurmountable. 

It felt that way a long time ago when your father's diagnosis first came.

Now, though, it feels different. Lighter. Like Haru Taika is no longer burdened by pain and sickness. He would want you and your mother to laugh. 

The door to the hall opens and someone slips inside; whispers follow. You and your mother pay it no mind — too busy trying not to make a scene — as the priest continues the prayer. 

By the end of the service, your belly hurts and your mother spares you a warning look not to say a word about this moment shared. 

There are a lot of people here.

Members of the Taika Clan you haven't seen in years comment on how you have grown into a fine young woman, remembering how small you were when they last saw you. Members of the Zenin and Kamo Clan bow to your mother, thanking her for your father's faithful service to the Ministry. Members of the Gojo Clan laud your father's dedication to his craft, his service, and his family.

There are faces you recognize and some you don't.

And then, there's him. 

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Taika."

Your mother's hand tightens so hard around your arm that you nearly yelp.

You'd been in conversation with one of your younger cousins, unaware of the approaching tide of whispers and stares. Hana is going to be attending University outside of Kyoto. She's interested in a marketing degree, and—

"Thank you for your kind words, Satoru."

Satoru.

Your eyes widen incrementally as a head of snow-white hair rises from a low, deep, and proper bow. They are watching him. Nearly every single person in the room, you realize.

There's a blindfold over his eyes, and he's in a suit that is — no doubt — worth more than your monthly rent. He's beautiful, you realize, as he holds your mother's hand gently in his own. 

He's tall. His voice is nice. His hands — they're kind.

You remember that hope hinged on the moon — that Satoru Gojo was a good man, like your father. You remember that promise to the moon that if he was, you would be loving like your mother. 

It's the first time you've ever come face to face with the man you've been promised to since birth.

"Satoru, you haven't yet met my daughter."

A pinch of the arm. 

His hand slips from your mother's grip as his attention turns to you — someone who is suddenly more than a name, someone who reminds him of Haru Taika (you have his nose). Your energy does not feel entirely dissimilar. There is a kindness to you that he can feel in his mouth, like too many sweets at the end of a day.

He did all in his power to undermine every mention of the arrangement. 

Every single time. 

Except now, in this very moment.

Right now, for a split second, he wonders why he ever fought against it. 

Where would he be?

Would he be turning thirty with a loving wife, representing the Clan as Head? A father to three, with a fourth on the way? Would he be happy? 

...Would he be less alone?

...Have you been alone all this time?

Have you been waiting, lost in the go-between? Have you been patient, as patient as your father was? All this time, have you counted your cards and waited for his hand to fold?

He doesn't know what to say.

So, you speak.

"It's nice to finally meet you."

You're not bitter. You're nothing of the sort. You shake his hand with a smile that feels like a punch in the chest. His infinity shatters, his eyes blinking beneath their blindfold, and for the first time in forever, he feels skin. Your hands are soft and warm a-and your voice feels like bells ringing after prayer and you're touching him. You're touching him. 

...How are you touching him?

Two weeks later, he agrees to the marriage arrangement.

Genetically speaking?

It's a perfect match.

[reignpage]

A Man's Place

In which you, Shoko and Utahime have some fun, leaving Satoru with nothing to do but watch

“Hey, no fair, come on!”

Poor Satoru, all tied up and at the mercy of three women who’d love nothing more than to bring the so-called ‘Honoured One’ down a peg or two. And can any of you be blamed?

He talks so much shit, the idea to make him eat his words naturally arose. Now, his wrists are bound behind his back by the rope Shoko had lying around — why? No one dare ask. 

“At least get Utahime out of my face, her climaxing face is ugly.”  To punctuate his ridiculous point, the sorcerer makes a face of disgust, to which the girl in question rolls her eyes at. 

Bare and beautiful, your hands can’t stop exploring her body. She’s soft everywhere and you naturally find purchase on her hips as you hold her steady against your relentless pounding. The artificial cock is shiny with her juices, it sploshes and squelches inside her sloppy pussy, the head pushing its way through her gooey walls. 

Behind the white-haired freak, Shoko is leaning against the headboard, holding his body up with her bare torso and you can see the man purposefully shuffle to feel her hard nipples scratch his back. She pulls out her lollipop, running it along the quivering bottom lip of Utahime and then on Satoru’s, but snatching it just as fast before he can engulf it in his drooling mouth. 

Voice saccharine sweet and totally mocking, she says, “You say that, Satoru, but let’s not pretend you’re not arching your neck to catch her pretty lips in a kiss.”

To that, he scoffs. 

“I just don’t understand why any of you would prefer that fake thing when you can have the real thing. Mine is so much better. And bigger!”

Through a particularly rough thrust from you and a choked moan, Utahime manages a sardonic laugh and trails a finger from his heavy balls, tracing a vein, and up to his red-hot tip which persistently leaks pearly white cum that, you won’t lie, makes your mouth water. 

One hand ventures around her body, holding the weight of a bouncy breast, and tweaks her nipple. She squeals, head thumping against Satoru’s chest to get away from your expert hips and mischievous fingers. You meet his eyes which are unclothed by his blindfold. He grins. 

“Hey, baby. Come here often?”

You roll your eyes. “We prefer the strap because this one doesn’t talk so much.”

He pouts. 

“If I promise to be -ha- quiet, will you -quit it Sho! - at least let me eat one of you out? Maybe not Hime’s, she probably tastes -ngh- terrible.” The woman behind him is grinding her soaked pussy on his back and the feel of the wetness squelching on his hot skin is driving him crazy and distracting him from negotiating his way out of his predicament. “Okay, f-fine, I’ll eat her out too. Ah, God, you all sound so pretty. Hime, pull your head up, princess. Give Toru a big wet kiss, yeah?”

“Oh, look, Sho, he’s finally being honest.”

Your hips speed up a little, forcing pornographic moans out of the poor woman who can only cling onto Satoru’s thick thighs, digging her nails into his hard muscles. In agreement, Shoko stretches her slender arm out and you take the lollipop from her, making a show of wrapping your lips around the dwindling candy as you maintain eye contact with the short-haired woman, ignoring the piercing stare of a certain blue-eyed man. 

“Hurry up and cum, Hime. It’s y/n’s turn soon. You can sit on her face as I fuck her with the strap, ‘kay?”

Utahime moans as a response. 

“Hey! Don’t make plans for the next round without me. Argh! Why can’t I fuck someone?”

You all pause your grinding, thrusting, and moaning. In unison, you answer, “Because you’re a man.” 

And then you return to the grinding, thrusting, and moaning.

Satoru pouts and makes a hmph! sound but doesn’t argue. 

“Oh, fuck!”

Judging by the sudden low whimpers coming from Shoko’s mouth, Satoru’s hands have found the right angle to be at to feel for her clit. He’s no doubt rubbing at it frantically in revenge, enjoying the wetness coating his lonely fingers. You roll your eyes. “Sho.”

Eyes flicking open in rapid speed, she smacks the man on the head and wriggles herself out from behind him. He falls on the bed with a grumpy, ‘Meanie.’

Scooting up higher, you fuck Utahime over his long and powerful body. Her face is directly over his and his eyes can’t look anywhere but at her expressions of ecstasy. Quiet now, everyone knows he can’t bring himself to spew more lies so he lies there in silence, absorbing every sound that is pummelled out of her.

Free, Shoko pulls your hair and tugs your face to hers. The lollipop is discarded on the bed, which creaks dangerously, but her mouth tastes much sweeter. She’s addictive, a drug none of you could ever have enough of. She flicks your nipples with her free hand, thrusting her long, wet tongue into you, wrestling yours into submission. 

A ridge in the strap has been rubbing your clit perfectly the entire time and a wave of pleasure washes over you, hips stuttering into Utahime’s pulsing pussy. Your moans are swallowed and buried beneath the much louder sounds of skin slapping. 

Hime cums too. The room is filled with melodious moans, reverberating against the walls and reaching Satoru’s ears.

“You guys cumming? Can I get some of that? I swear, Toru Junior is so hard one jerk is enough. Come on, please? Sho? Sit on my face. I’m doing this for you. Being left out is no fun. Ah, Hime, is it good? Better than me? S’not, is it, baby? No, ‘course not. That’s why you should untie me and let me fuck you right.”

Everyone ignores him. And for the nth time this night, he misses out on yet another round of orgasms. 

When Hime pushes herself away, the dildo pops out with a wet squelch. She blushes when you wink at her. Trying to catch her breath, she lies next to Satoru who doesn’t complain about the fact that he’s resting all of his weight on his arms in an uncomfortable position. In fact, when your eyes meet his, still kissing Shoko as she unbuckles the strap from your hips with practised hands, he smiles. 

“Good job, babe. You deserve a reward. And it’s waiting for you.” He makes his cock jolt to make yet another stupid and useless point.

You and the girls look at each other for a second and then nod. 

He hasn’t learned his lesson yet. 

“Oh no. Okay, okay, okay. I’ll keep quiet now. No, wait, oh come on. I was just kidding.” Seeing that no one’s listening to him, he sighs and resigns himself to his fate. “Fine, have your fun for one more round. But right after, I’m getting out of this and you’re all in for it.”

A smile is shared between you and your partners-in-crime. 

He’s fallen for it.

[iamaslutfor3dman]

Trophy Husband Gojo

Saying Gojo Satoru is attractive is like saying water is wet or the sun is hot—painfully obvious and unnecessary to point out. The man has been drop-dead gorgeous since birth, and honestly, it’s unfair. He’s the kind of beautiful that makes people trip over air, forget their own names, and question their entire existence.

For as long as he could remember, people had worshiped his face. And hey, why wouldn’t they? He practically built an empire on just existing. Scouted at sixteen, he skyrocketed to fame as the most sought-after model in the industry. Magazines, luxury brand deals, film cameos—he did it all effortlessly. He didn’t even need filters or makeup. He could roll out of bed, run his hand through his stupidly perfect white hair, and boom—instant cover shoot material.

Gojo Satoru was untouchable. Unstoppable. At the peak of his career.

And then—he vanished.

No announcement. No farewell post. Nothing.

One day, he was spamming his Instagram stories with thirty clips of himself looking obnoxiously perfect, and the next—radio silence. No new campaigns. No sightings. No explanations. Just poof.

The internet lost its mind.

Theories spread like wildfire. Did he have a mental breakdown? Was he sick? Was this some elaborate publicity stunt? Some thought he died. Others swore he joined a cult. Conspiracy videos flooded YouTube, dissecting his last appearances like they were analyzing FBI evidence.

And his parents? Silent. Not a peep. Which, honestly, made it worse.

Then, just when the world was ready to hold a candlelight vigil for the loss of their favorite model—BAM. Paparazzi photos. Blurry, grainy, taken from what had to be a bush or a trash can, but unmistakable.

Gojo Satoru.

Holding a baby.

A baby that looked exactly like him.

The internet exploded. Absolute chaos.

Did he have a secret love child? Did he run away to become a devoted single father? Had he been kidnapped and forced into domestic life? The speculation didn’t stop.

Then came the grand reveal.

You.

The world’s youngest billionaire. The ghost of high society. The name whispered in elite circles but never truly understood. You weren’t just rich—you were old money rich. The kind of wealth so absurdly deep that entire bloodlines could vanish behind it. When someone marries into your world, they disappear from the public eye.

Your family wasn’t just influential; they were almost mythical. Private to the point of paranoia, your family had mastered the art of secrecy. Unlike other wealthy heirs who flaunted their fortunes on yachts and reality TV, you were a phantom. No one knew the full extent of your empire. No one knew how much money you actually had.

And Gojo Satoru—fashion’s golden boy, the world’s most adored model—was now your trophy husband.

One red carpet appearance was all it took. There he was, standing beside you, looking smug as ever, completely unfazed by the camera flashes. The internet had a collective breakdown.

The most unattainable man on the planet? Retired? Tamed? Married?

To you?

Oh, people were never going to recover from this one.

Gojo Satoru Breaks the Internet (Again)

By: Some Poor Journalist Who Still Can’t Believe This Happened

So… where do I even begin? For the first time in my career, I am completely lost for words. The last eight hours have been unhinged, chaotic, and downright surreal—and frankly, I’m still trying to process everything.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!

Gojo Satoru. THE man. THE industry legend. THE walking thirst trap of the modeling world. The man who disappeared off the face of the earth years ago has suddenly returned. And somehow—don’t ask me how—he looks HOTTER, BUFFER, and BETTER.

(Also, let’s take a moment to appreciate the mustache. It’s giving mature dilf energy, and I, for one, am struggling.)

But that’s not even the biggest bombshell.

HE IS MARRIED.

Yes. You read that right. GOJO SATORU IS A WHOLE HUSBAND.

And not just to anyone. No, no, that would be too easy. He is married to the wealthiest woman in the world.

AND WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT IT UNTIL YEARS LATER.

I needed to scream that. Sorry.

HOW DID THEY HIDE THIS?!

If you had been at that red carpet event—like I was—you would have thought Jesus Christ Himself had been resurrected with how people reacted. Gasps. Screams. Some poor soul actually collapsed. (I hope they’re okay.)

But now, let’s talk about Y/N.

Because who even is she?

The Enigma That Is Y/N

Honestly? I don’t even know what to say about this woman. She is just… her. That’s the only way I can describe it.

She’s stunning, obviously. But let’s not forget: there was a time when every rich bachelor, celebrity, and royal heir was trying to win her over. And what did she do? Embarrassed them all. Publicly. Effortlessly.

She is rich rich. Like, we wouldn’t understand even if she explained it kind of rich. Like, Gojo could quit everything and just sit pretty for the rest of his life kind of rich.

Which brings me to my next point.

Gojo’s Future: A Comeback or a Permanent Retirement?

Let’s be honest—I don’t think he’s coming back.

And why would he? He looks happier than he ever did in his entire career. The man has a wife, a baby, and literal generational wealth. Why would he work? And, frankly, I don’t think Y/N would even let him.

But listen. I am not moving on from this.

I will be following this couple VERY closely. I will be analyzing every detail and breaking down every public appearance. NOTHING will be missed.

This is my life’s mission now.

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Twitter/X:

@thirst4gojo: NAH I JUST WOKE UP. GOJO SATORU IS BACK? AND HE'S HOTTER? AND HE'S A HUSBAND?? AND A DAD??? WHAT IS HAPPENING.

@modelwatcher99: Bro disappeared like a Netflix show that got canceled mid-season and came back married with a kid??? This is NOT real life.

@simp4whitehair: Gojo Satoru just casually dropped back into society with a whole family like he didn’t traumatize us by ghosting the entire industry for YEARS. Sir. EXPLANATIONS??

@moneymoves420: Y/N really bagged Gojo Satoru AND kept it a secret for YEARS?? She is THE final boss of privacy.

@celebtea: The fact that no one—not a SINGLE gossip outlet, journalist, or insider—had ANY idea this man was married?? Y/N’s family is scary. They wiped him off the map. I respect it.

TikTok Comments on the Red Carpet Clip:

“The way the crowd screamed like they just saw an angel descend from the heavens.”

“So basically Gojo got promoted from ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’ to ‘Rich Wife’s Trophy Husband.’ And honestly? Love that for him.”

“If a man like THAT chose to disappear and be a househusband, who am I to judge?? Live your best life, King.”

“Me realizing that Gojo Satoru is now a DILF and I will never recover from this information.”

“Y’all, I was out here praying for his ‘mental health break’ thinking he was going through it. Meanwhile, this man was living his best life with a billionaire wife and a baby.

Reddit Thread: "Gojo Satoru Just Came Back From the Dead & The Internet Is Not Okay"

u/howinthehell: "So let me get this straight. Gojo Satoru, the most gorgeous man on earth, vanished at the peak of his career. No scandals. No warnings. No explanations. Just poof—gone.

And now?

HE IS MARRIED. WITH A CHILD. TO A WOMAN SO RICH AND PRIVATE THAT SHE BASICALLY ERASED HIM FROM PUBLIC RECORD.

I need to lie down."

u/cryingoverthis: "Bro, how did NO ONE know about this? Not a leak, not a rumor, NOTHING? Whoever runs Y/N’s inner circle needs to start a privacy protection service."

u/biggestsimp: "I just know every other male celebrity is kicking the air right now. They tried and FAILED. And Gojo just casually got wifed up and dipped."

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Conclusion? The internet is in absolute shambles. No one is okay. People are crying, screaming, and throwing up. And Gojo Satoru? He’s just chilling, probably laughing at all of us while feeding his baby organic billionaire-grade applesauce.

[gabriellevergreen]

A collection of transparent background edits I made in 2023

Gojo Satoru edition 💙

I'm very proud of these, though. Took me 1 to 3 hours each, to erase the bg, using my old smartphone that is still alive lol. Feel free to use them, just give me credit, please. Blessings! 💛

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transparent teen satoru gojo going feral on your blog.

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transparent teen satoru gojo going feral on your blog.

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I haven’t read my hero manga for so long but mineta is what

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I forgot I had this blog

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the lack of nacht faust content on here.... a crime

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MAGNA AND ZORA VS DANTE ZOGRATIS YESSSS SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD LETS GO

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wow watching Lara get eaten in the anime hurts as much as reading it in the manga

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ayo when did they give lady Tybur a name lmao

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can’t believe we have to wait a year for the battle of the garbage dump

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ayo‼️‼️ why is my man mr tsutomu goshiki not on the national team