Synopsis: You were chosen to make an adult video with your favorite porn actor: Gyutaro Shabana and his friend, Douma. You didn't know what you were thinking when you signed up for his raffle.
CW: Gyutaro×fem!reader×Douma and after Gyutaro×fem!reader, creampie, +18 MDNI, vouyerims, lottery sex, threesome, double penetration, public space.
Note: I'd had this idea in mind for a while, so I decided to pursue it before it faded from my mind. I know that motels abroad are just a cheaper version of hotels, but here in my country, motels are made exclusively for sex. So read with that in mind, because it really makes all the difference. 5.809 words, enjoy your reading!
Everyone at some point in life has watched pornography, either out of curiosity or simply by accident, nobody ever escapes it. Of course, seeing it by chance don't makes someone who actually consumes it, for you, at first it was like that. You ended up discovering pornography by accident while browsing the internet and ended up falling into a site full of adult site pop-ups, you were disgusted and a little surprised by what you saw, at first you left that tab but soon returned out of pure curiosity.
You didn't consider yourself a lonely person, although you clearly were. You didn't have many friends or anyone you could talk to regularly, and you didn't have as much sexual experience as you'd like. One-night stands with someone nice at a nightclub? It was once or twice every few months, depending on how lucky you were to attract enough attention from people to sleep with you.
This contact didn't fulfill your real need for companionship; you wanted a partner, a stable relationship with regular sex. Of course, above pleasure there will always be love, but by God, there was a time of year when you felt you would die if you weren't touched by someone—the damned fertile period. You didn't deal well with it, and starting to watch pornography didn't help at all; it only further fueled your need for affection, and discovering videos of a certain "Gyusha" only heightened your fantasies.
He was practically the only porn actor you actually watched and shamefully supported. He never showed his face in the videos, at most a glimpse of his chin, but his body... Damn, he displayed everything on camera, posing as if he knew someone would try to lick the screen of their phone or monitor just to see if they could taste his skin. His lean body was well-maintained, with well-defined arms, a broad chest, a thin waist, and a V-shaped slope down to his pubic mound, with a carefully trimmed bush to make it aesthetically pleasing. Another thing to delight in about him was his penis, which he always made a point of displaying as much as possible, playing with it repeatedly, but which was still tireless for you.
One of his favorite videos was one where he appeared to be arriving home from work, dressed in typical office attire and with extreme exhaustion on his shoulders. He sat on the sofa and pretended to watch something while slowly and subtly massaging his thigh, as if unconsciously. Then he'd stop his hand on his erection, squeezing the bulge to show viewers how hard he looked, caressing it while loosening his tie to throw it to any corner of the room. He unbuttoned his shirt, sliding his long, slender fingers across his chest and threatening to descend to that dangerous V-shaped line that gave him butterflies just imagining the unobstructed view without any fabric covering it.
That guy really knew how to tease someone, even without showing his face or revealing much of his voice; the most noise his throat made was the hoarse moans picked up by the camera's microphone. Those sounds, even though low, melted you and brought you to climax faster than anything else. And that was just from the videos he posted on the site; you had the audacity to subscribe to his OnlyFans profile to access personalized and exclusive content, like the videos he made in collaboration with another content creator, Douma, another equally charming man. This made you feel like a complete pervert, but you couldn't resist having more of that man to admire and fantasize about while you masturbated at night.
That was all you did, but now you had no idea, not the slightest idea, what had gotten into you to have entered the giveaway to film a threesome with them. You weren't even an adult content creator! It all started when you opened Gyusha's Instagram stories and saw a link attached to the giveaway announcement. You didn't even read the whole announcement, you just clicked the link and filled out a form. Only minutes later did reality hit you and you immediately panicked. Being seen by other people, being touched by those men whose faces you didn't even know.
But what were the chances of you winning the giveaway? Thinking about that calmed you down a little, but of course the stars hated you, and when the day of the results arrived, you almost fell over when you saw a message in your Instagram DMs asking what day of the week you would be available to film so they could arrange a meeting in a motel room. Your heart was racing, trying to think of a polite refusal, any excuse, but you paused for a moment and considered how this was a unique opportunity. But were you willing to expose yourself like that just for a few hours of sex?
You weren't a slut, were you? In a way, no, but the doubt lingered. And the Uber receipt that Gyusha paid for you to go to the motel near the overpass on the west side of town at the agreed time, 4:00 PM, you were already at the motel door. Curiously, there was a tall guy at the reception desk. He was wearing a black surgical mask, so it wasn't clear exactly who he was, but you assumed it was Gyusha, since there was another man next to him whom you immediately recognized as Douma. Damn it, what were you thinking agreeing to do this shit?
“Hey, you there!” The boy was a very smiley blond, quite handsome too. “You came here for the raffle, didn’t you? Nice to meet you! My name is Douma!”
“Hi, I know… I mean! Nice to meet you! Douma! My name is Y/N.” You waved to him a little too shyly.
Douma chuckled at your reaction and stroked the top of your head; the closeness made you even more intimidated by his presence, but you didn’t say anything.
“You’re more shy than I expected, how cute, don’t worry darling, we’ll take very good care of you, won’t we Gyutaro!” Douma called you over his shoulder and only received a look of pure nervousness. “Now let’s go inside, we rented a room for the whole afternoon!”
“The whole afternoon? We’re g-going to…” you swallowed hard at the thought of spending the whole day with one of them between your legs, devouring you.
“Oh, no… Actually, it depends… Could you handle recording all afternoon?” The blond man smiled mischievously. “If you feel comfortable with it, just say so. You don’t need to be nervous around us, sweetie, we don’t bite.”
Douma hugged her waist and pulled her close to his body, bringing his face just inches from her ear. You could feel his warm, minty breath warming the delicate skin of her neck.
“Unless, of course, you ask… My friend over there loves love bites, doesn’t he, Gyu! Come on, get a little comfortable! You were the one who suggested it!”
“Tsk… Douma, don’t bother the girl.” Gyutaro approached, arms crossed and a grumpy face.
“Hm, no, no, it’s okay…” you laughed nervously, unsure how to react.
“As you wish, my dear, now let’s go.” Douma maintained a firm grip on her waist.
He guided her to the reception to show the documents and then into the rented room. A truly spacious and well-maintained place, it had a large round bed in the center, a flat-screen television, a pole dancing bar in the right corner, a mirror on the ceiling and LED lights, a love chair and armchairs, and a mini-fridge with a small food dispenser next to it. There was another room with a jacuzzi, a shower, and toiletries freshly changed by the cleaners.
“What did you think? A real luxury, right? I hope you feel comfortable; since it’s our first time filming with a fan, we wanted the experience to be as pleasant as possible.” Douma maintained that same mesmerizing smile.
“Oh, it’s really beautiful…” you looked around.
“I hope you feel comfortable; it was a pain to find an available room in this place.” Douma released her waist and smiled proudly around the room.
“I imagine, I think this place is one of the most expensive in the city.” You sat on the bed.
“It’s just that other people come here to film porn, so the agencies rent the rooms for filming.” Gyutaro grumbled and threw himself face down on the bed, making the mattress shake with you on top of him.
“You guys are represented by an agency?!” Judging by the quality of the videos, you always thought they were independent actors.
“Only Douma, I’m independent, but sometimes they call me to record some things.” Gyutaro blushed behind his mask.
“Would it be strange for me to say I know that? Sorry, aaaaaaah!” You buried your face in your hands and threw yourself onto the bed next to Gyutaro.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Douma lay down beside you, placing you between him and Gyutaro.
“To be honest, I don’t even know what I’m doing here…” you murmured, your hands still covering your face. “I signed up for that raffle without any expectation of winning…”
“Well, now that you’re here…” Douma took your hand and slowly moved it away from your face. “Why don’t you relax and enjoy yourself, hm?”
“We’ll do whatever you want…” Gyutaro took your other hand and moved it away from your face.
“What do you say?” Douma whispered in your ear, brushing his lips against your skin.
While you were thinking, or at least trying to think, you felt Gyutaro's hand playing with your hair, while Douma showered soft kisses on your neck. He was completely clouding your mind, and Gyutaro's blue eyes analyzing your every reaction weren't helping at all. He looked away for a few moments before gathering enough courage to lower his mask and then attack the left side of your neck.
Of course they were already ready to film; the camera was already positioned on the tripod near the bed, and there was a lighting tripod not far away and a microphone hanging from the bedroom lamp a little out of the camera's field of vision. Holy shit, you were really about to do this, you were almost making an adult film with the guy you dedicated your long nightly masturbation sessions to, and who, by the way, was a total hottie! He had birthmarks on his face that he made a point of hiding, perhaps because they were extremely recognizable and he wanted to remain anonymous, totally unlike Douma who lived without any shame.
Those kisses on both sides of your neck mixed with caresses that went from your breasts to your vulva, still covered by the fabric of your clothes, and the anxiety of being seen naked and in such a vulnerable moment by millions of people was causing such an unsettling throbbing in your vagina. You felt embarrassed to admit that you were enjoying that exposure and that multiple touches that kept stimulating you, making you want more.
Still gathering courage, you reached out to cup Gyutaro's chin and guide it to your lips, with a touch that didn't even have a chance to be gentle, as he devoured your lips with an eagerness and a hunger you had never experienced before. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring its interior and vying for space with yours, reveling in the softness of each other's tongues and leaving a trail of saliva when you parted from that kiss. Douma revealed himself to be a stubborn and envious boy when he demanded that you kiss him too, and unlike Gyutaro, he was more delicate, playing more with the soft flesh of your lips than with his tongue.
The two kissed so well, leaving you so breathless that you couldn't decide whose mouth to continue kissing. Now you were trapped by Gyutaro's dry lips, who had decided to loosen up a bit to nibble on your lower lip. Their hands became even bolder as they forced your left breast out of your shirt. Douma was the first to play with your hardened nipple, completely amused by your reactions and, as a way to tease you even more, he slid his tongue across your sensitive skin, without really bringing any relief to the heat that was engulfing your body, especially the center between your legs.
"What's wrong, babe? Aren't you having enough fun?" Douma pulled at the hem of your shirt to free your breasts.
"I am..." you said shyly. "Just a little nervous..."
You shuddered when you felt the trail of wet kisses Gyutaro was leaving on the inside of your thigh. That bastard was quick enough to rip off your underwear without you immediately noticing; only when the cold air of the room touched your warm skin did you notice him positioning himself between your legs.
“Don’t tell me that besides being shy, you’re also a virgin.” Gyutaro grinned maliciously. Damn, if you were standing, you would surely fall, because that smile made your legs weak.
“N-n-no!” You blushed deeply. “It’s just the first time I’ve done this with a camera… and with more than one person…”
“I hope we’re doing well for your first time in a ménage à trois. You’re a sweetheart, you’re a hottie too~” Douma stood up and sat behind you, supporting your back.
He quickly leaned down and stretched out his arm to touch the lips of your vagina and open them, pulling them apart with his index and ring fingers, while his middle finger slid along its folds. You stifled a soft moan as you felt him stir against your sensitive heat and felt Gyutaro's eyes burning against your skin, making you even more shy.
“Ah, damn, your pussy is so wet…” Gyutaro murmured as he slid his finger up and down her moist folds, caressing her clitoris in circular motions.
“Oh, really? Darling, I have to taste a little.” Douma’s hands massaged her breasts.
“And could you two suck me at the same time?” Her hand caressed Douma’s thigh, moving up a little until it found the bulge covered by his pants.
“If you want, we can do it, aah, Gyutaro, it would be so wonderful to savor it together, wouldn’t it?” Douma smiled, amused by the suggestion, which honestly, was very tempting.
And as tempting as it was, you wanted to play with them a little too. “Let’s switch places, shall we?”
You moved away from Douma and positioned yourself on all fours on the bed. Gyutaro, who was kneeling, stood up and clearly revealed the erection that was covered by his jeans. Her hand immediately traced that length, pressing gently against the fabric only to receive some of those same low moans that excited her every night. If Gyutaro seemed a little above average on camera, behind it he was actually quite large; you could easily believe he was right there in front of you.
Her mouth watered with the desire to taste him, a desire that was immediately fulfilled when Gyutaro grabbed her hair to position her at the right angle, and then invaded her mouth with his long, thick penis. She felt it throb against the delicate skin of her cheeks and felt the line of veins as his tongue caressed her, embracing her with a moist warmth he rarely received. He almost came when he entered her mouth; he wasn't used to this kind of treatment. At most, he received a handjob, and that was it, nothing more. And seeing her devour him with such eagerness completely destroyed him.
He pulled his face away from his hips and held the shaft of his penis to keep the glans stable, a clear signal for you to continue the service, but this time giving special attention to the frenulum, which was craving attention, and the entire glans, which was aching with arousal. Your tongue passed under that sensitive little skin and carefully sucked the reddened head of his penis; it was so pleasurable to see his reactions, to feel the way he would relax and begin to push his hips against your mouth just to get more stimulation.
And the sensation of giving Gyutaro pleasure intensified her heat along with Douma's tongue thrusting against her pussy. He eagerly sucked her clitoris, pausing occasionally to run his tongue between its folds and then explore the warm interior of her pussy while masturbating to relieve some of the erection that was already driving him crazy. Gyutaro moved away from her face and climbed onto the bed, signaling to switch positions with Douma.
Gyutaro positioned himself behind her, rubbing his glans against her wet entrance and without warning thrust himself inside her. Being with him like this had always been part of her nightly fantasies, and having him here making it a reality was almost like a dream come true; he stretched her and filled her inside so well, and his hard thrusts against her pussy were strong and aggressive. You didn't know which of the two to focus your attention on while they were both fucking you so well. Douma was bold and tried to get deep into your throat, enjoying the sound of your gag when you couldn't catch his full length.
“So, Y/N, how do you want us to fuck you now? Do you think you can handle both of us?” Douma stroked your hair.
You groaned in frustration as Gyutaro withdrew from inside you. Douma moved his hips away from your face and cupped your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb. Handle both of us? Your clouded mind finally cleared when you understood what he meant. The easiest answer would be no, but you were already here, why not try? Anyway, it would be much better than going one at a time.
“I think so…” you smiled awkwardly. “Which one should I ride?”
“You choose, darling.” Douma patted the top of your head.
“Oh…” your eyes immediately turned to Gyutaro.
Now that you noticed, he seemed anxious and much more shy than before. How adorable, it was the first time you'd seen his face after spending several months imagining what he might look like. He was completely different from what you expected, but it didn't disappoint at all; he was truly cute. You crawled over to him and cupped his stained cheek to pull him in for a kiss.
Gyutaro embraced your waist and lay down on the mattress, helping you climb onto his hips to mount him and align your entrance to his cock. Douma followed right behind, aligning himself and forcing his way in until he was inside you too. The three of you groaned in unison, you letting out a slightly painful squeal from being stretched more than usual—damn, these two were making you so full. When they started moving, you became even harder to handle.
Gyutaro moved faster, slamming his hips against your vulva forcefully, while Douma went a little slower so as not to slip out of you. This difference in rhythm within you caused her to reach her peak much faster than she would have liked; the pressure from your clitoris exploded in a squirt that soaked the bedsheets and both penises. Yout mind went blank, and all you could feel were the waves radiating throughout her body, along with spasms in your legs and hips.
They didn't stop fucking you even then and continued until the friction of one rubbing against the other, mixed with the tightness and wetness of your pussy, made him ejaculate hot jets of cum, which barely had a chance to spill out because your pussy was so full. The three of them gasped for breath, Douma was the first to withdraw and then grab the camera to bring it closer to your pussy and record the scene where Gyutaro slid his cock out of you and let a large amount of semen spill out of your insides.
“Oooh, how beautiful, we did a great job, my boss will love these recordings.” Douma stopped recording and analyzed the images. “The recording is perfect!”
“Douma, shut up, seriously…” Gyutaro gasped, causing some strands of his hair to sway. He was still hugging your waist and with the force with which he held you, it seemed like he didn't want to let go.
“Aaah, I’m just so happy that our first fan video is going to be a huge success! We can even film a second round and—” Douma stopped talking when Gyutaro threw her bra in his face.
“No, the girl is tired, isn’t she Y/N?... Y/N?” Gyutaro was startled by her lack of response. “I can’t believe she fell asleep.”
“I didn’t fall asleep, I’m just, um… just recovering.” You murmured.
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One hundred thousand views. The number was much higher than what appeared on the website's counter, but one hundred thousand views was too much. They were kind enough to censor your face to maintain anonymity; you couldn't hide the feeling of embarrassment watching your performance on camera, much less the obscene comments the video was receiving.
"What's that bitch's profile? She's very hot" or "If that ugly guy can fuck a hottie, then you can too" were the most common comments. Your face burned with shame as you read them, but look on the bright side, they'll never know it was you there, and you managed to fulfill one of your fantasies, so everyone came out a winner.
You were working now; four weeks had passed since that recording. Because you worked from home, sometimes you got a little distracted messing around on your phone, and on one of those occasions you came across a message from Gyutaro's profile: "Hey, that video made a good amount of money, so they asked me to tell you the fee you received for participating."
If before you felt like a slut for agreeing to record that, now you could consider yourself one. You didn't know you would receive any money for it, although you could imagine you would receive something. You arranged a meeting with Gyutaro at a coffee shop downtown; he could have paid digitally, but you both opted to meet in person. You were a little nervous about the meeting, but in the end you went.
It was very easy to find him at the cafeteria. You approached the table and sat down across from him, your face still slightly flushed, a warmth rising in your lower abdomen at the memory of those videos and the way he kissed you. Focus, Y/N! Stay focused!
“Hey, good afternoon, Gyutaro!” You smiled shyly.
“Hey…” he looked away. “So, um, here’s the payment.” He pulled an envelope from under the table and handed it to you.
“Oh, thank you! Wow, it’s so full, the video must have really gone well…” you smiled awkwardly, unsure what to say.
“It did… um… Y/N, d-do you like movies? No! I mean… What kind of movies do you like to watch?” He blushed even more and mumbled something you couldn’t hear while fidgeting with something in your ear. “Oh, shit!”
A Bluetooth earphone fell out of his ear, and you almost laughed at how comical the scene looked of him throwing himself on the floor to pick up the one that fell. For a few moments, the signal disconnected from the phone, and you could hear Douma's voice asking if he was being listened to.
"What's going on?" You stifled a laugh.
"Ah, well… I kind of saw you a while ago and… I was interested in getting to know you." He shrugged awkwardly.
"But where do you know me from?"
"Using the same nickname on Instagram and the website isn't exactly discreet, if you want to know…"
It was the first time Gyutaro had been interested in someone; in fact, he wasn't sure if it was interest or just an unsettling need because of the comments you left on his OnlyFans posts and the adult website where he posted videos. He ended up becoming a porn actor by accident, posting a video showing off his body and an erection just to see if it was worth sending to the person he was flirting with at the time, while he was drunk. At the end of the day, it earned him many views and lewd responses.
Having been considered ugly his whole life, receiving that wave of compliments was completely new, and he wanted more of it. He liked how people desired his body, how they wanted to have him, and how they fantasized about him. There were many people, many indeed, but only you managed to maintain a little more discretion while commenting and seemed to say something sincere. You never commented on his videos about your fantasies, but he was almost certain that, like the others, you shared similar desires.
That's when he had the brilliant idea to fulfill his wish. He knew you didn't create adult content, so he didn't ask directly, and instead created the raffle idea just so you would sign up and he could immediately cancel the other names to pick yours. He thought maybe you wouldn't be interested, but he was surprised when he saw your name on the list and even more surprised when you confirmed you would agree to do the recordings.
He was so nervous on the day of the recording, so afraid of performing terribly and ruining everything. It didn't help that he involved Douma in the situation just to mediate communication, since he was incapable of doing it himself. He didn't want Douma there; he wanted to be alone with you, he wanted you on top of him, showering him with those same gentle compliments. It wasn't exactly how he imagined, but he would never complain about the blowjob you gave him, nor the way you crawled over to kiss him and then mounted him.
"You didn't just come to deliver the payment, did you?" You called his attention again, but he didn't answer. "What do you want? Did you come to ask me to be a porn actress?"
"No! No, I just wanted to go out with you… I thought you were very beautiful and actually I'd been wanting to ask you out for a while." He spoke quickly.
"How long, exactly?"
"About three months, more or less, that's when you started interacting with me." Gyutaro sighed wearily. "I kind of like the things you write for me, I wanted to talk to you directly, but I didn't know how."
"And you thought it would be a good idea to come after me and then film a porn with me?"
"Saying it like that makes it sound a little wrong…"
"It's because it's wrong, but you know, I can't pretend I'm innocent in all this. I accepted the result of the raffle and agreed to participate, honestly, I don't regret it." You turned your attention to the waitress who came to take your orders. Two hot drinks.
“You know, me neither… I just wish it had been different.”
“Different how?”
“Without that camera, without the lights, and especially without Douma. Just you and me, and preferably somewhere that wasn’t a motel.” He chuckled softly and picked up the drinks the waitress had brought to your table.
“You still want to?” You took a sip of your drink.
“What?” Gyutaro choked slightly on his drink, but quickly recovered.
“You still want it to be just you and me?”
“If you want to… I certainly won’t refuse.” A crooked smile lit up his face.
His smile widened even more when he felt your foot caressing his leg, then moving up the inside of his thigh. The message had been delivered; you both drank your drinks and paid before heading out to a nearby square. It wasn't as crowded, so it would be less risky than inside the café. You sat on a concrete bench hidden by some bushes and dimly lit by the city's streetlights. You sat facing each other, with the bench between your legs, positioning yourselves as close as possible to one another.
Gyutaro's hands gripped your waist, caressing it and then sliding down to your thighs, which rested above his. He wasted no time in capturing your lips with the same voracity as your first kiss. He licked your lower lip, invading your mouth and then entwining his tongue with yours, trying to dominate it. You couldn't suppress a moan against his lips, feeling the heat in your vulva emerge once more and intensify as the kiss deepened.
Anxiety mixed with lust took over your mind. You unbuttoned his pants to free his still-soft penis. You pulled away from the kiss and looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then moved away from him to lower yourself and take his member into your mouth. You sucked and licked it eagerly until you felt that spongy flesh beginning to harden and throb in your mouth.
"Aah, fuck, hhmf~" Gyutaro groaned softly, holding your head as he moved his hips slowly against your face. “You look so beautiful, I wish I could have seen you sucking me like that until the end that day, what a delight, holy shit~”
Your clitoris throbbed at his compliment, completely craving attention. You wanted to reach out and touch yourself while you sucked him, but the position wasn't helping. You thought he wanted you to suck him until he came in your mouth, but he pulled your face away from his cock, gently massaging it from the base to the glans.
“But that's for another time, babe, now I want to taste you. That day Douma took the lead, but now he's not here to get in the way~” he lay down on the bench.
He wanted you to sit on his face. The whole situation was absurd, but wow, doing a 69 in the middle of a public square was another level of absurdity, and you were willing to go through with it. You stood up to take off your underwear and position yourself on his face, gracing him with the sight of your pussy soaked in sexual fluid. It was impossible not to shudder when you felt his tongue rub between your folds and then his lips working firmly to suck on your swollen, needy clitoris. You stifled your moans as you worked on his cock, using your tongue to play with the glans and then taking its entire length into your mouth to savor it as you did last time.
You stifled a little scream when you felt his finger invade your anus while he sucked you, intensifying the sensation even more. What he hadn't made you feel that day, he was making up for now, injecting more stimulation into you until everything was released in spasms and trembling moans.
“Aah, you taste so good, I was dying to suck you that day.” He laughed, giving your ass a hard slap. “Go on, lie down on the bench, unless you want to ride a little.”
“Oh, yes I do, that time I could barely move with both of you inside me, but now…” you stood up, turning to face him and then aligning your entrance with his cock. “Oh, now I'm in charge.”
You slid onto him, immediately being filled by his thickness. You immediately stood up and let your weight fall against his hips again, repeating the same movement until you were both panting. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but your legs were already starting to ache from riding him so much, but regardless, the effort was worth it. You reveled in how his furrowed brows matched his half-closed mouth, giving him an even more erotic air.
"Aah, Y/N, I'm almost there..." he gripped your hips, pulling you up and down to intensify his movements. "Don't stop, please, fuck..."
You wanted to stop, you wanted to tease him, but seeing how needy his moans seemed made you bounce on him harder and faster, accelerating his orgasm, which filled you to the brim with hot cum, with some spilling out the sides. He exhaled deeply, still recovering from the sensation; you found it extremely adorable and lowered yourself to lie on his chest, still feeling his cock inside you.
"Is this how you wanted to do it?" You gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “That was so much better…” he hugged you, kissing your cheek and leaving kisses scattered across your neck.
“I better get dressed before someone shows up here.” You kissed the corner of his mouth before getting up and putting on your underwear.
You could feel his semen dripping from inside you, giving a viscous sensation to your vulva. It was a strange feeling, but it excited you because it reminded you of where it came from.
“We better get out of here.” He put his penis back in his pants, zipped them up, and stood up to guide you out of the bushes. “That was pretty amazing… You know, I still want to have a real date with you…”
“Will you be free this weekend? We could go to the movies.” You grabbed his arm.
“Yes, I will.” He smiled at you.
It took a while for you two to really start dating. In the meantime, he ended up taking a hiatus from creating adult content. He wanted to continue, since it was a better income than a regular job, and you didn't mind that he kept recording. It was a relationship with a strange beginning, but in the end, it was worth it.
PLOT: douma had always carried out his actions without hesitation, he was all about efficiency and fun. But, even someone like douma had his own favourite, which was you
NOTES: none for now love!
The sound of bones being crushed by sharp teeth and blood being sucked out filled the room like a loud infectious noise that came from all those toy monkeys kids liked playing with. It was loud and it never knew when to stop
As much as you wanted to look away from the gory scene, the scene of your fellow human being devoured by whatever pretty thing the king of demons created was something that made your stomach churn. But looking away would put your life at risk for sure
Life had never been fair to you, up till now. You were born to a gambler of a father and a drunk of a mother who argued nonstop, the only thing they ever agreed on was the benevolence of...Lord founder
You don't know when exactly he took interest in you, maybe it's when you scowled upon meeting his gaze, or maybe it's when you avoided him like the plague, maybe it's when you rejected his advances or maybe its when you found out he was a demon but kept silent because he ate the ones you despised the most; your parents
What you also didn't know, was why you hated him so much. Maybe it started off with jealousy that slowly evolved into disgust, watching people beg at his feet for his 'blessings' confused you so much that you wanted to be different from the crowd
Where did being different get you? Well, as the personal right hand woman of a man eating demon
Even whilst watching him practically dig into the woman's bones, you didn't feel much but disgust of how much of a messy eater he was. He got the blood all over his face and all over the room as well, a hassle to clean up
With the short time you've spent by his side, it became second nature to observe him. After all, he was the only interesting thing you saw throughout your day in this cursed temple
"I'm done, [name]" douma cooed, tilting his head to the side for you. He looked up at you with expectant eyes, as if he could read the irritation radiated off of you in waves
"...I know?"
"Come clean me up" he beckoned, using his finger to motion for you to come closer
Without much of an option, your feet had to dragged you towards the demon. You sat before him and began using the sleeves of your kimono to wipe away the blood that stained his face
"What would I do without you name?" He dramatically sighed. He was always one for theatrics, how strange he expressed so much more emotion that those who actually felt it. He truly was a good actor
"You'd keep living"
"Ah, fair point" he agreed, nodding his head similarly to a child. His beautiful eyes stayed glued to you the entire time, watching your every move as if he wanted to consume you as well
Suddenly, his cold hand latched unto your warm one, further stopping your actions. With his eyes boring into yours, he brought your palm to his lips and placed a kiss on it, then another, and more
He had been...doing things. You don't know where he got this new strange habit but it irked you nonetheless. He had suddenly developed the habit of randomly kissing you, or holding you
It started after a woman he was about to eat pleaded to write a goodbye letter to her husband, even with her life on the line and her hands shaky—she placed a kiss on the letter before folding it and accepting her inevitable fate
"Did you feel anything, [name]?"
"No, lord founder"
He then lunged at you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce kiss. His bloodied hands met your waist, pulling you closer and closer until you were seated on his lap
For someone who didn't feel much, he was a rather good kisser. His tongue explored the caverns of your mouth whilst his hands would roam around your body, he even made you tilt your head to the side just so that he could have better access
With a suck to your bottom lip, he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you "how strange, I didn't feel anything either..."
"Because you don't feel anything" you muttered, wiping away the blood the trickled down from your lips "a mere kiss isn't enough to trigger that"
"Ah, why not?" He whined, looking up at you with an innocent smile "but did I do good? You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"It met my expectations"
"How cold!"
You tried climbing down from his lap, but his hand that was firmly planted on your waist gave it a tight squeeze which was enough for a signal that simply meant 'stay put'
It was uncomfortable. Not the position, but the person who kept you in that position. You never really enjoyed douma touching you, but it's not like you had much of a choice anyway
