━╋ cw : slight ooc barou , smut / fluff towards the end , fem!reader , size difference , body worship (f), breeding kink , cursing , blowjob mention , oral (m) receiving ..
barou shouei. the man put cleanliness above all else; it was practically etched in stone. that man lived, breathed, and demanded cleanliness and order. you wouldn’t dare catch the king without his bottle of sanitizer or his pack of lemon-scented quickle wipes stashed away somewhere in his bag, nor would it ever be unlikely that you’d catch anything out of place. it was a necessity to have order. to make sure everything was pristine. everything had its place. everything had to be pristine. it was almost a well-known fact that barou was a clean freak.
almost.
everyone has their imperfections. their exceptions. their biases. whether they admit it or not is irrelevant. barou shouei wouldn’t admit it if it killed him.
but there was something about you that just simple unraveled him. something that brought out the absolute worst in him.
there was something about the way your eyes physically flutter back every time he thrusts deep into your tight, soaking walls. the way your shaky fingers grip the once ironed sheets of his king-sized bed, the way you were littered with more bites and bruises than barou could keep track of. the way your hole seeped and wept full of his seed that it spills out when he pulls out of you; spilling down and onto his sheets— filthy. how he can’t help but shove and curl his thick fingers inside just to watch your flushed body flinch, to make you clench around his fingers like the greedy whore that you are. to keep your womb stuffed full of his seed.
it’s definitely something about the way rather heavy wooden frame scraping off its original position and slams into the wall with every merciless thrust that secretly strokes his ego. your nails raking down his sculpted back— the curvature of each muscle present while he grunts out your name in pure bliss in the crook of your neck, caging your much smaller body beneath his. there’s nothing else he relishes in more than the sight of your pretty tits bouncing with every brutal slam of his hips connecting back into you. the room already thick with heat, the heady, sinful noises of his heavy balls slapping against the sticky curve of your ass. barou’s never-ending stamina reducing you down to nothing but a babbling mess, struggling to keep up with the king, but you tried.
and fuck, he thought you never looked so good trying.
your glossy, swollen lips staining his already wet cock— his thick, heavy length hitting the back of your throat as you gag, fingers digging into his muscular thighs. the ring of cum around his thick base he can’t be bothered to clean up dribbling down your fingers to your forearms, making up for areas you can’t seem to reach. but you’re still so willing to please him. trying to take it all just for him. barou knows it’s wrong— it’s against everything he’s ever stood for— but watching the thick ropes of cum spill all over your flustered, fucked-out face made the traveling veins from his throat to his forehead throb with need. the way the thick spurts painted your flushed face so prettily, your lashes all wet with tears and lips slick with spit. it left him throbbing with need for more.
that’s why he’s got you bent over the dining table now, the food you had prepared long forgotten and cold as your boyfriend pounds relentlessly from behind to take out his frustrations from an earlier game that didn’t play out the way he had in mind.
“yeah, there we go, baby. look at you, huh?” he grits out, voice slightly hoarse and low. “so fuckin’ tight for me.”
barou fucks you with reckless abandon, his jaw clenched tight with restraint. his veiny hands hold onto your soft tummy, pudge or not, his cock is bound to leave an impressionable outline, this man is huge. he presses firm against the slight bulge, making you moan out loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors could’ve heard. he’s groans at the delicious sight of you taking him so well. even if he had trouble shoving inch after inch into your throbbing walls at first.
the smell of sex, sweat and his musk tinged with his cologne ‘creed’ lingers in the air, making you clench around his cock even tighter than before, earning another low moan from him.
he keeps one hand palmed over your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him through the mirror, his hulking frame overshadowing yours while he grips onto the fat of your hips with the other.
“see that? huh?”he pants out, hair sticking to his forehead as he leans forward, his broad chest pressing up against the sticky skin of your back, “gonna knock you up real good, baby. fill you up nice and deep. that what you want?”
barou groans out in pure bliss, completely fucked out as he pounds into you from behind. he watches you from the reflection, your pretty little body trembling in his grasp. he tries to be gentle with you. he really does. but you’re just so pretty like this.
“sho, please.. ple—ase, please, please, gonna—“
you’re nothing but a mess of chants and moans of barou’s name, drool dribbling down your chin as you feel your body grow weaker and give away with each thrust. he slides his hand down, palm sliding over your stomach and pressing his digits into the plush of your lower belly,
“look at you— fuckin’ gorgeous.” he mutters, almost to himself. “gonna fuck a baby into you by the time we’re finished. fill this cute little belly up.” he gives the flesh a gentle squeeze, ready to blow his load right then and there the way that it dips beneath his rough fingers, jiggling with every slam of his hips. he leans down to press open-mouthed, wet kisses along your shoulder as your orgasm crashes over you. you seize around him, twitching in his grip as the pinpricks of white gather in your vision, your heavy head bobs forward but barou’s quick to react. he guides it back against his shoulder so you don’t collapse face first into the mirror.
he slides his hand down to your clit, rubbing and stroking slowly circles against your sensitive bud as you ride out your climax, your overstimulated body thrashing in his firm hold.
“fuuuck, baby— just like that.” he grunts, rolling his hips into you before pulling them back and pistonning back into you, your body jolting forward as you let out a sharp yelp, barou slams himself in once, twice, then again— before he’s gone, completely lost in ecstasy as your sloppy cunt milks him dry. he spills himself inside of you with a hoarse growl, burying himself to the hilt.
your legs threaten to give out at any second, muscles tender and limp, but your boyfriend is quick to hold you against him with little effort. wrapping a thick forearm around your waist as he eases his softening cock out of your hole. the both of you groan— yours a broken whimper, his low and strained, the way his cum spills down from your spent cunt to your shaky inner thighs.
“shit…” he breathes out, again, more to himself than anything, staring down at the filthy mess he’s made of you. your slick smeared all over your stomach, the drooling, dumb expression over your fucked out face, globs of his cum trailing down your swollen folds and dripping onto the floor. he sharply inhales his next breath, his cock already twitching again from the sinful sight.
“c’mere, princess,” he murmurs, voice low and coarse as he gently coaxes you back gently into his arms. you’re pliant and wrecked, face still flushed, eyes barely half-open as you slump into his heaving chest. he reaches down and hooks one hand beneath your trembling thighs, scooping you up effortlessly like you weigh nothing. “let’s clean you up, yeah?”
barou carries you into the bathroom without another word, not even bothered by the trail he leaves behind. you’re his. his to hold. his responsibility to care and love for.
he sets you down at the edge of the tub, brushing your hair back from your face with fingers far gentler and softer than anyone would ever expect from the king. you blink up at him, dazed, offering a small bashful smile that makes something tight twist in adoration in his chest.
he reaches for a warm towel, already soaked and wrung out, and begins wiping you down with caution and care. he’s surprisingly meticulous, careful not to press too hard where you’re too sore, and pausing every so often to kiss at a bruise, a love bite, a spot of tender skin he’d grabbed too hard in the heat of the moment, mumbling a quick apology or praise for each mark he comes across. barou lingers over parts of your body you’ve always struggled to admire, rubbing slow circles as if trying to memorize the way fits perfectly within his touch, in a daze at almost how perfectly you fit in his undeserving hands. his touch slow and mesmerizing— practically worshipping your body with every touch, trying to learn every square inch of skin by heart. you’ve never felt so beautiful.
“you still with me?” he mutters, kneeling down in front of you, his big hands spreading across your thighs to keep you steady. barou glances up, catching the small nod you manage to give him— his shoulders relaxing.
you hum quietly as your hand reaches up to thread into his messy hair. his loving gaze snaps up to yours, molten with something unspoken. something loving and soft.
“you feel good?” he asks, quieter this time, his voice soft as his touches.
you nod again, voice still shaky but sure, “yeah. better now.”
barou slides his hands up to cup your jaw, stroking your cheekbones before he presses a fleeting kiss on your forehead.
“good,” he murmurs. “i love you.”
and he says it like a promise. a vow he makes to you. like it’s etched into his very bones and soul. barou’s a man of his word after all. even if he has his weaknesses, it doesn’t matter too much if it’s you.
ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : hai guys .. looks away .. i am so sorry i disappeared pls forgive .. (╥﹏╥) classes n work have been kicking my ass sobs i have so many fic ideas i think it’s starting to drive me INSANE but i miss you guys smsmsm :( here is a real quick drabble because barou breeding kink is just sosooooo .. breeding kink n barou go hand in hand idk guys n he would literally worship the ground you walk on THAT IS A FACT !! i’m ovulating okay . i’m sorry for any mistakes in advance pls forgive i will try to look over tomorrow if anything !! i love you guys sm !! <3
Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru
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Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.
Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.
Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.
Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'
Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'
Pornstar Satoru scowls at Suguru who snorts in laughter then. 'Satoru we don't have 'girlfriends' and she... looks like a good girl' your eyes catch his then, across the room, like something shifts as you smile sweetly, before peering at your phone, biting your lip in concentration. 'I'm talking to her' Suguru chuckles as he watches his friend, and Satoru feels his heart race when he comes too close to you, something he can't say he's felt, even pleasing countless beauties, nothing has quite altered him as your sweet turn of lips, as you look down at your converse, so out of place you're fucking adorable. 'Hey sweetheart... Satoru Gojo' he says, introducing himself with ease, expecting you to maybe notice him, get starstruck, fuck women get wet just near him, but you simply grin, and your name whispers through his mind when it spills from your lips.
Pornstar Satoru has you sitting with him later, you fall into easy conversation, you're a little gamer nerd, you love science and the environment, he just bets you were head of your ecology club in college, which you quickly confirm, all while you're in awe of just how beautiful this man is. He's sweet, he's sexy... you feel he shouldn't even be talking to you. You're pretty but... he's experienced so clearly, by every way he moves, he's worldly, so confident, and you've never really left this little part of LA, but the two of you can't stop talking, to the point you forget what brought you here.
Pornstar Satoru laughs with you, as you're sitting side by side, and he lights up a blunt, leaning back on the burgundy couch on the outskirts of the party, inhaling it deep into his lungs. 'Want a hit, sweets?' he murmurs, you take it nervously, putting it to your lips and inhaling a bit, before coughing, covering your mouth. Satoru chuckles, 'you're cute' earning your cheeks heating up. 'Can you tell I don't do this?' you're nervously tapping your leg now. 'Yeah, what does bring you here, doesn't seem your...' 'my scene?' he nods then. 'yeah, that.'
Pornstar Satoru watches avidly as you sip on your drink, wincing at the strong liquor. 'Well, my friend invited me over, but she's running late' Satoru grins now. 'Party time is different, everyone comes late, that's on time. About fifteen minutes late' 'oh no I came early!' you smack your own forehead, giggling along with him. 'Are you like... a model, or an actor?' you ask, eyeing him and his baby blues, the cheekbones so perfect, those lips that wrap the blunt again. 'You could say I'm a bit of both,' he muses, then spits out his drink when you ask 'what are you in!?'
Pornstar Satoru coughs just a bit, he's never been ashamed of what he does, but he's nervous for some reason to tell you. Why, he doesn't know. 'I'm... into some indie flicks' you brighten up then. 'Oh, let me know, I love lowkey films! I bet you're great' Satoru sighs, gulping down the rest of his drink and eyeing your cup. 'Want more?' you frown now, maybe you're asking too much, or offending this actor that you don't recognize him!? You nod, the amount of people around you making you press against this friendly, pretty white haired stranger just a little more.
Pornstar Satoru has another drink, eyeing the sea of bodies undulating in the extravagant mansion, and soon the two of you are dancing together you're cute and so awkward, Satoru's enjoying this far, far too much. He has plenty of costars and fans come up to the two of you, but he's too interested in showing you how to move your hips to pay them any mind, when finally your friend comes. Satoru instantly recognizes her, she's a pretty famous co star he's collabed with on her Onlyfans not long ago. When she sees you giggling and enjoying yourself so much, she damn near drags you away, making Satoru curse.
Pornstar Satoru eyes you when your friend whispers in your ear- 'you really don't recognize him!?' you blink curiously, looking at him more closely. 'Should I?' she sighs then, eyeing Satoru up and down. 'He was in my OF videos, we collabed' you heat up furiously then. 'I never watched your videos! I just subbed to be supportive!' she giggles. 'You're so cute, I thought you at least watched some?' you shake your head nervously. 'I don't really watch, is he... like an OnlyFans guy?' Satoru is back over with Suguru now, while you sip your drink, feeling your body warm up. 'He's the top pornstar there is, the collab was like a dream. He's really sweet but you should know is all, you're kinda...' you glare. 'kinda what?' she giggles again. 'you're just... sweet, emotional, is all'
Pornstar Satoru expects you to be done with him once you find out, after all you just seem innocent, uncorrupted for this city, not the kind of girl to be at this party where lines are being snorted off bodies, and people are naked and jumping in the pools, a heady, wild atmosphere. But you smile at him, as you murmur - 'he's sweet?' to your friend. She nods then. 'He is, but just know... he doesn't date so, it'd only be physical' you frown at that now, that's not something you think you can do, you're about as demisexual as it gets, hence your very limited experience. 'He doesn't date at all?' Your friend gently touches your shoulder. 'No, love, I'd hate to see you hurt'
Pornstar Satoru catches you before you leave later that night, when you are just feeling too out of place, his big hand wrapped around your delicate wrist, earning you looking up at him. He can't stop thinking how pretty your eyes would look rolled back, how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, as you relax a bit, turning and looking up. 'Headed out already?' he asks softly, you flush as you remember just what he does for a living, your friend had just described his cock in far too vivid detail. 'It's not really my thing, but I'm glad we met, Gojo' you smile so cute then, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek, his arm wraps your waist as he leans down, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent cloying to your skin.
Pornstar Satoru pulls you in closer, blue eyes staring under snowy lashes. 'Can I... get your number?' Satoru has never asked for a number a day in his life, but he delights in watching you shift nervously, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. 'Yeah, I'd like that' he exchanges numbers, tilting your chin up then, watching the way your eyes dilate, the color spread on your pretty cheeks. 'She told you?' you clear your throat, nodding a bit, still being captured by his fingers. 'I don't judge at all, Gojo, I'd still like to be... friends...' your whisper is met with the most subtle kiss on your lips, shooting desire hot and heavy until Satoru releases you, plump lips smirking- 'sure, sweets, we can be friends'
Pornstar Satoru can't get you off his mind, the feel of your skin on his, the sweet sigh against his lips. He is on a big shoot and - the Satoru Gojo that never gets soft - is having trouble keeping it up, to the amusement of his costar Pornstar Sukuna. Satoru scowls at his comments, just picturing your sweet lips against his for that brief moment. A man who just fucks and fucks, and doesn't feel, is hung up just on some fucking kiss. He has to take a break after pleasing his costar with his fingers, she's cumming so much she doesn't notice, but the directors wonder why he's off. He's in his own dressing room, eyeing the phone, hands shaking as he decides to type a message - 'could you give me a picture, sweets, to save as your caller id?'
Pornstar Satoru finds his cock is right back on hard when you send one quickly, just a cute selfie with a little peace sign, but he sees your glossy fucking lips, the teeth indentations he aches to rub the tip of his cock on, along with just a hint of your breasts. Your nipples press against the thin material of your little tee shirt- Pokemon, he notices, smiling- his cock throbbing. 'Can I get one too?' you're biting that lower lip nervously as you ask, getting a picture of him shirtless then, doing nothing to stifle the curiosity in your mind, your heart racing as you seee his body. 'You at a shoot?' you ask in the messages, he hesitates before answering - 'yes' - and somehow you feel jealous of whoever his costar is. You message a - kill it, Gojo! - despite the feeling in your tummy, little do you know you're drowning his fucking mind when he performs later, feeling the star squirting all over his latex covered cock.
Pornstar Satoru can't stop texting you that week, he can't even get hard if he doesn't look at that picture, and you can't stop your curiosity, when you friend mentions he's doing a live stream. Since Satoru can hardly perform, he's decided to masturbate on live cam, in minutes making more than he'd make in a shoot, all while having your picture propped up. People are chatting, watching, dollars by the hundreds being tipped every moment, fuck he's making way more than he usually would, and he can think of you. He laughs softly, abs flexing as he hits the right angle, reading the comments, making you dripping wet, this isn't what you do!?
Pornstar Satoru is stroking his wet, slick cock that's glistening, up and down with his huge hand, and you feel your pussy clench, breath coming faster, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, meanwhile he's picturing you in all sorts of positions, on your knees, a fucking mating press. He's shutting his eyes for a moment, grinning as the viewers go crazy. 'I know, it's pretty, huh?' he spits right on that long, veiny cock of his, pinching his pink tip and whining, white lashes fluttering open right when he sees a familiar name enter the chat.
Your name.
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