౨ৎ satoru loves video-taping during sex. it just turns him on so much, how he'll be able to keep it forever, and look back on it whenever he wants.
it's more often than not, in fact, that he's got the recorder out, perched somewhere in the room.
"smile for the camera, babe," he coos, tilting your head up, so you're facing where it's resting on the vanity. he's got you on your hands and knees, trembling, as you try and hold yourself up.
you whimper in response, eyes squeezed shut. gojo pouts, "well, that just won't do." he pinches your cheek, from behind, almost condescendingly.
"'toru," you whine, pleading. begging, for something, anything.
"yes, baby?" he asks, moving his eyes from the camera, to you. all eyes and ears for his pretty, dripping, little girlfriend.
huffing, you grip the sheets, submitting into satoru's desires — giving in. "look up," he says, his voice rougher than before. pointing to the device, "that's art, y'know. this is just the creative process." if you could've mustered the strength to, you would've rolled your eyes.
your gaze meets the camera, and you can see your flushed face staring back at you. "uh-huh," you hiccup, squirming against him. his hands fist your hair, gently pulling your head back.
satoru just adores how your mouth falls open, your brows all scrunched up in that adorable little frown as his fat tip hits your sweet spot.
his other hand slides down to your belly, pressing just lightly. "aw," he tsks, "too bad the camera can't see your stomach. see how i'm fillin' you like this."
"oh, you're so beautiful," satoru groans, rutting his hips against yours. all you can feel is him, every vein, every ridge, pressed against your velvety walls. "so, so beautiful. god, i k— know this one's gonna be good."
the second he comes in sink with you, cock going soft, he pulls out, practically skipping to the recorder. as if he hadn't rendered you immobile for the next, what, two days?
ignoring how you're collapsed on the bed, his seed dripping out of you, he taps the screen excitedly. and, with an unrestrained smile on his face; "ooh, wanna play it back?"
desc: you always make decision with eren that are on a whim. whether it’s him taking you to get a tattoo or him filming you, it’s never a normal routine.
content warning: established relationship, tattoos, needles, petnames ( princess, baby, etc…), a little dry humping, filming, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, spit, one slap on da face, lmk if i’m missing any lol
an: y’all this a lil rusty but it’s okay i guess. i had to oil up this rusty ol machine, but i hope y’all enjoy. more plug eren and reader to come. even tho this really didn’t have anything to do with him being a plug. it’s just part of the series/ collections idk. take it as you will.
sometimes, you think about some decisions you’ve made and wonder how stupid they were. you’d lay there, dealing with the consequences of your actions and repeating what may have been the alternative route. all the what if’s that would’ve been your reality. however, now that you’ve made that decision, all you could do was think about such things. and at this very moment in time, you’re laying with a very permanent decision.
eren had said you’re a baby for whining. but he had plenty of tattoos in various places, so his word didn’t matter to you. you do suppose that this was your decision after all, so you sit with the pain with your eyes screwed shut. that is what you were repeating in your head as you fought through the last few minutes of your tattoo session.
a lotus flower. eren had once said you were his lotus flower. you had no idea what if meant, but it had stuck with you. he said that you were a beautiful lotus flower on a bright green lily pad, sitting on calm water. he’d say this to you once in a while. and on whim, you decided to get it tattooed on you tonight. right on your sternum.
what a bad decision, because you were in a lot a fucking pain.
“awe, my princess is a little weak.” eren teased, petting your head to calm you down. you opened your eyes, squinting from the bright tattoo studio lights and looked at him with annoyance. from where you were laying and where he was behind you, his big smile almost looked like a frown. you know eren all too well though, he’d never frown in your pain. more so smile in a peculiar pleasure.
the constant puncturing of the small needles in your skin had been a pain. along with the buzzing of the tattoo gun. your head began to throb, so you shut your eyes. eren noticed, seeing how your jaw clenched and the way you swallowed hard. and despite finding a freakish pleasure in your pain, his heart tinged with pain of his own. with that, he moved his fingers to your temples and started messaging them. instantly, you felt calm.
“you’ll be fine, (y/n).” he says low and smoothly.
“yea, because you done.” mikasa said excitedly as she turned off the machine.
you opened your eyes to be directly looking into erens. he smiled big, his canines peeking through. his hands then fall to the side and you’re already missing his touch.
the table you’ve now laid on for god knows how long begins to fuel your discomfort. you wiggle around a bit, lifting you hips to stretch. mikasa let’s you know to stay put as she cleans you up and applies the second skin to avoid any infections.
“you’re all done.” she exclaims with a big smile as she clasps her hands together in excitement.
upon those words, you sit up, zipping your sweater up just enough to leave some room to look at the lotus in the mirror. feeling somewhat lightheaded, you stumble a bit as you hop off the table. eren grabs a hold of your arm, saving you from a fall and hold you close to him. looking up at him, you smile as he leads you to the mirror.
standing in front of the mirror, you inspect the permanent flower on your body. mikasa captured you vision well, and you were so happy about it.
“you look beautiful, baby.” eren says, standing behind you. you smile to him in approval through the reflection of the mirror.
-
the candlelight flickered, soothing your heavy eyes to shut and fall to sleep. you’re tired, using eren chest as a pillow. you listened to his heartbeat and inhaled his scent. it soothed you even more.
then you do it again, inhaling louder. your stomach caves in from how deep you took in erens scent. holding your breath for a bit, you breathe out with a low hum.
“what are you doing?” he chuckles, looking down at where your head rested.
you shoot up, lifting yourself from your comfort, “i’m addicted to the way you smell.”
“you’re fucking insane.”
rolling your eyes, you sit up. unzipping your sweater to take a look at the new ink on your skin. you couldn’t stop looking at it. admiring it. showing it off every few minutes. you felt tough. this pain was nothing, you thought. you could get a ton of tattoos now.
“will you take a picture for me?” you say suddenly, looking at him with doe like eyes. maybe part of you knew eren wouldn’t want to due to the placement of the tattoo. but you’d thought it’d be different since you’ve been dating for a while, and he always took pictures of you.
he was your personal photographer after all.
eren squints his eyes at you, his tongue poking at his cheek, “why?”
“because i want to post it.”
“for who?”
your mouth drops, and you match his judging gaze, “for all the other men who want me besides you.” the attitude is apparent in your tone as you rolled your eyes dramatically.
“watch your tone.” he’s no longer squinting his eyes, his brows are now furrowed and he spoke with a slight irritation in his voice.
“for me. who else?” you poke his forehead, and eren shoos you hand away.
you catch onto his attitude, realizing he’s not playing around anymore. it wasn’t a joke to him. he was somewhat a bit upset at you. this always happened. eren is short tempered, but you’re patient for him. all you could roll your eyes, again, and move on with your night.
“fine,” you sit up, grabbing your phone off the side table by your bed. “i’ll take if myself-”
just as you were about to get off your bed, eren wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto him.
“hey,” you scramble a bit and get up, acting as if this wasn’t a normal occurrence with eren. but it was.
“don’t worry about it, baby. i’ll take them for you.” he grabs a hold to your phone in your hand, his other hand gripping to your waist and squeezing.
you frown at him, “i’m sorry. c’mon, let me take those picture for you.” he’s sitting up, resting his back again the headboard. you squeeze your thighs around him, trying not to tip over.
“you sure?”
“yes.” he said lowly, his eyes shifting from yours to your body. your cheeks heat up once he looks at you. no matter how long you’ve been with eren, you never stop to get nervous around him.
you feel his hands inch up and down, thumbs pressing circles into your stomach. he looks back into your eyes, and you blink like the flustered girl you were. he begins to unzip your sweater, covering you just enough so your chest wasn’t showing. eren pushes the sweater a little off your shoulders and you shift you hips a bit. you feel him harden below you.
with the phone still in hand, eren unlocks your phone to take a photo.
you straighten up, arch your back and lift your hips a little. click. he take the photo. resting back down into erens lap, you whimper as his hard on makes contact with your clit. he groans quietly, lifting his hips to hit that spot again.
“no, one more picture. i want a a lot to choose from.” your placing your hands on his stomach, pushing him into the bed and leaning forward. click.
“smile.” he laughs a little, watching you blush once again and snaps more pictures.
“take nice ones, eren.”
“i am, baby.” he shifts your phone to your face and you hear your phone ding, letting you know your being recorded.
“hey!” you whine, pushing the phone, “stop playing.”
“i’m getting impatient, princess.” he groans, eyes shifting to his hard cock. “you keep teasing me.”
erens tone gets a bit whiny. though, you should be slightly annoyed, you fun pleasure in this. the way his gaze on you is now hungry, but you’re in control. and the way he groans when you rub yourself on him and he’s thrusting up for more.
you’re stomach bubbled in anticipation. you wanted to keep going for your own pleasure, but something about seeing eren whine and beg for it excited you. you felt your cunt throb. this would be new.
dropping the sweater off your shoulders, you expose your tits to him, nipples hardening from the cool breeze of the night. he reaches out to squeeze your tit, grab his hand and place it back to your hip. the phone still in his hand recording.
“c’mon, princess. let me touch you.” he whines, lips quivering.
you smile, not saying a word but instead rocking your hips against eren. dragging your clothed cunt against his cock foward feverishly, and moving back slowly. you continue this for a while, fast then slow. teasing eren and yourself. letting out soft whimpers while doing so.
then, you stop. you lift your lips away from eren and all his pleasure is gone. he thrust his hips in the air trying to find satisfaction in that. but it’s useless.
looking at eren, you see he’s holding the phone to the sealing. reaching out, you adjust it just enough so you’d be in the view. you lower yourself on the bed, hooking your dainty fingers on the waist band of his pajama pants and pulling them down. as your free his cock, he groans as it slaps against his stomach. you shove two fingers in your mouth, letting spit drip down them to moisten his length. thick and long, his tip leaking precum. you spread your spit around the tip, wrapping your hands around him and stroking. with your free hand you, play with his balls.
“fuckin-”
eren is cut off as he feels your wet tongue drag along the length of his cock. you swirl your tongue on the tip before wrapping your plump lips around it, then he feels the warmth of you mouth take the entirety of his cock. slowly, teasingly, he feels you inch down to the base. your nose shoved up against him. you look at him and hallow your cheeks.
he looks down at you, and moans lewdly. teeth grinding, sucking in deep breaths, brows furrowed and cheeks blushing. the grip on your phone he has as tight, the white of his knuckles peeped through.
he huffed and frowned. your hair was covering your perfect face. with his free hand, he moved the hair out of your face, wrapping his hands enough to tug you back a bit. you let his cock slip out of your mouth, a sting of saliva connected you to him drips down your chin.
“don’t drop the goddamn phone.” you spat out, more salivia slipping past your mouth. you lick your lips and swallow hard.
god, you’re so fuckin’ messy.
“never, baby.” he rasps, tugging on your hair once again. you moan at that. it hurt so good that you felt slick drip from your cunt.
at that, you spit again on him, taking him back in your mouth. he hits the back of your throat and it stings, but it brings you bliss. shutting your eyes, you bob your head against him, sucking hard once you get to his tip. your fast, no longer teasing him. you had a goal and that was for him to spill inside you.
your hands moved at the same speed as your mouth. filled with your spit and his own precum, the slick just added to his pleasure. eren loved your messiness when you sucked his cock.
“so fucking good, princess.” eren says through his teeth.
you look at him, his hair dishealved and almost out of its tight little bun. he’s so close. his chest is rising and falling, and his breath is shaky. you only speed up noticing this, looking him in the eyes. taking him in fast, hallowing your cheeks harder and adding more pressure on tongue as you reach his cockhead.
“ah fuck-, fuck baby.” he thrusting his hips into you mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gag, but inhale deeply through your nose and continue to reach your goal.
and in seconds a thick, warmth fills your mouth. eren groans loudly thrusting his hips so you get every last drop of his cum in your mouth. that salty, thick liquid coats your mouth. you release his cock from your mouth, pursing your lips together and swallowing hard. he’s a mess, chest rising and falling. you and him are warn down, but you take it into you hands to clean him up.
you lick your spit off the length of his cock and take his tip in your mouth on last time. you suck hard, releasing it with a pop. eren looks at you with a lust filled gaze.
“let me see.” he’s referring to his cum. he wanted you to take it all. eren releases his hand from your hair and grips onto your chin. he squeezes your cheeks and moves the phone to record the inside of your mouth. you stick your tongue out to prove you swallowed it all.
“good fuckin’ girl.” he gives you a small smack on your cheek in approval.
“now show the camera your pretty little tattoo.”
you listen quickly, sitting up above eren. the bed squeaks from your quick movements. you feel the slick between your legs drip down your thighs. eren moved the camera back onto your chest, he’s running a hand up to your chest and squeezes your tit. you didn’t care if he was touching you now. his touch ignited something in you. it always did. either way, you broke him down just a bit. at least for today.
'Blink those tears away baby and look at me properly.' You snivelled quietly and rapidly blinked your watering eyes.
However both Eren and you knew that that simple action wouldn't stop the waterfall coming soon behind it.
Oh how Eren couldn't wait to catch it all on film.
Your knees were red raw and your whole body sensitive from the rein of spanks Eren had landed on it. You only had on your button up, although all the button where strewn across the bedroom floor by now, panties and your normal thigh highs.
That was what everyone knew you from. The chubby crybaby with sweet kind eyes, a skirt that was too short and your thick thighs - always with thigh highs around them.
From where you where now though, your shirt was open completely - bare breasts on display and socks that dug into the fat of your thighs, leaving cute pudges on top like Eren's own personal cupcakes to snack on.
And boy could he snack.
'Now I want you to repeat to me the reason why I'm punishing you.'
You clasped your hands together, bottom lip pouted out and nodded.
'Because I acted like a slut and then disrespected you in front of Armin..' You spoke lowly, tears already building up as your cursed yourself.
You were such a fucking idiot sometimes.
'Good girl. You think i'm going too far?' He was testing you.
One thing you knew since Eren had started this whole thing, was to never ever underestimate him.
Because he always came back 10x more meaner, more cruel.
You had sadly learned that the hard way, multiple times. Him asking you if he was going 'too far' was just a dig at you from before he trained and put you in your place.
'Never.'
'Good answer.' He snickered before turning his back to you and walking over to the bed. You saw him change out the camera battery for the fully charged one, his hands delicate with the device.
He never treated you like that.
He was always rough and demanding. He was never satisfied until he left you sobbing on his sheets, clutching at them for some sort of stability.
You hated him for what he did to you.
'The fucks that face for?' You shook your head as if to shake off the thoughts and snapped your eyes to him.
He was glaring at you, now sitting on the bed, thighs spread and elbows resting on his knees.
'Nothing.' You shook your head again and lowered your eyes.
You couldn't stop fucking up.
'Come here.' His voice was low - pissed off.
You went to stand, knees and lower legs numbed from your weight, and stumbled. You tried again and your lip trembled as the same thing happened again.
Why were you so heavy? If you weighed a little less, you would have absolutely no trou-
The bed creaking alerted you that Eren had moved and you stopped your menstruations - not knowing what he was doing.
You heard his footsteps, right up until they landed in front of you.
You went to apologise however you where cut short when you felt his hands slip under your arms, grasping you in his grip and lifting you clean off the floor.
He immediately pulled you to him, your head now on his shoulder and his hands on your ass - supporting you. You felt him turn and walk back to the bed, your body bouncing along.
'You were down there for ages, your legs just went dead.' He stated, and he sat back down - you falling into his lap with your legs on either side of his waist.
Whether he meant to or not, he had pulled you from thinking that about yourself - your regard for your own body a negative one.
You finally casted your eyes at him, his green ones staring right back. You pouted as you looked over his features.
How someone so cruel could look so beautiful perplexed you.
Your staring made Eren feel something. He wasn't sure what it was exactly but didn't know if he liked it or not. It made him want to fidget and swallow down the bile at the back of his throat.
It made him nervous?
How could you, off all people make Eren Yeager nervous just from simply looking at him. He didn't want to care what you thought of him, however he did.
And he hated it.
Sick of your stare, he grasped the back of your neck and draw you in even closer - sitting up straighter to make himself even bigger.
You immediately noticed the shift and seemed to shrink back, however his firm clutch of you prevented you from doing so.
'Your punishments not quite over yet princess.' He spoke sickly sweet and you both knew it was forced.
Before you even saw it coming, he had you over his lap - face shoved into the duvet and ass up.
He kept his left hand on your neck, your whimpers being drowned as he brought up his right hand and gripped your already bruised ass.
'I think we could get this ass even darker, don't you think sweet girl?' He said lowly, fingers creeping over your skin - tracing the splotches of purple.
'Eren please.' You whined helplessly.
'Don't worry, I'll only use my hand.' He was already lift his right hand in the air as the words left his mouth. He saw you tense, anticipating the blow.
However it didn't come.
Until your body finally relaxed against his lap, breathes heavy. That was when he struck, your unsuspecting skin already becoming red. You instantly whimpered and Eren smiled.
He reined smack! after smack! while your hips flinched away, unable to ever really go anywhere.
He wasn't counting anymore, he'd stop when he felt like it. He didn't want you to know when this would end - only ever begging for it to. You always did beg so pretty for him.
'P-Please Eren!'
'Im sorry, i'm sorry..'
'Please, s-stop.' You sobbed, cries leaving your distressed lips.
All you felt was hot white pain, each time his hand connected with your pulsing ass it sent ripples of pain throughout your whole body and you convulsed away.
You must've really pissed him off because he was being brutal. You weren't sure what the fuck was going on - only that you weren't sure how much more you could take.
However what you didn't know was that Eren was just as overwhelmed (emotionally speaking).
From you cuddling up to Armin, to denying the existence of whatever this was and then having the audacity to make puppy eyes at him - rimmed with fresh tears.
He was conflicted and confused. So he did the only thing he knew would take his mind off everything.
Which just happened to be you bent over for him.
You clawed helplessly at the bed until eventually the blows slowed to a stop. You tried to breath in through your nose and out your mouth but your body shook too much to take a official breathe.
You sobbed, eyes and nose running like a stream. You didn't feel Eren move below you but you could feel his eyes trained on your shaking figure, like a laser scorching your soul.
As if the double punishment wasn't enough, you felt him shove you to the ground.
You let out a gasp as your body hit the hard wooden floor. It was like another slap straight to your heart.
Your cries only increased as broken 'Im sorry's continuously left you. You tucked your legs underneath you and dropped your head, not able to bare Eren full attention on you anymore.
You heard him hum at you quietly and you tried to calm down.
'Stop crying.' You nodded, sobs still breaking through as you wiped your eyes with your sleeve. Everything felt wet and damp from your tears.
You just wanted to get away from him.
'Your a good girl for taking your punishment like that..' You saw his shadow grow bigger as he stood up and over you.
You looked at his beat up converse, eyes welling up as a ball grew in the back of your throat.
You felt his warm hand cup your jaw, the action comforting if i was from anyone but him. He forcefully tilted your head back, your neck strained as you whimpered.
'But if I ever see you with Armin alone again, I'll make sure to send him that video so he knows exactly what happens when you act like a slut.' He practically spat.
The thumb of his right hand pointed at the camera on his nightstand, the daunting red light still flashing away.
You nodded as best as you could but he only shook your head in his grip.
'Words princess.'
'I u-understand Eren.' Your voice quivered, lips set in a deep pout and new tears rolling down your cheeks.
'Good girl, wasn't so hard.' He patted your cheek ad you flinched.
Genre: Smut
Notes: My contribution to the DeLuxe Vault's doin' it for the fame sever collab. Enjoy!!
Warnings: 18+, co-worker relationship??, strangers to lovers, love bites, dry humping, soft dom!Gojo, service dom!Gojo, oral (f receiving), tit sucking, reader has pubes!, consensual filming, nude photography, praise!kink, daddy!kink, creampie, hair pulling, fingering.
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networks: @planetonet
The thought that someone like him would ever deem someone like you worthy enough to work with him is unfathomable. Truthfully, you thought there would be more chance of winning the lottery. After all, you’re nothing special.
You’re just you.
But he… he is the Satoru Gojo.
“Hello pretty girl… welcome.” he smiles at you.
He gestures to a plush white dome chair in front of his meticulously organised desk. It’s minimalist. An iMac to his left with a notebook and pen to the right. There’s short pile of published books on the desk too, some of them his own, and a bulky DSLR camera on top.
There’s a camera in his hand, too. It looks heavy. You can’t tell if he’s holding it up or if it’s pulling him down.
You take a seat and cross one leg over the other, a beaming grin on your face as you watch him circle his desk and sit in the chair behind it. He leans back in it, his foot resting on his knee and looking as lax as someone can at their place of work.
“I’m overjoyed to finally meet you, y’know…” he tells you, brilliant white pearls almost blinding you as he grins. You can’t tell whether it’s a smile for you or himself. “I gotta say, you’re even more gorgeous in the flesh.”
“M-Me? Oh… no.” you shake your head dismissively, sitting bolt upright and appearing as prim and proper as your body would allow. “I’m honoured to meet you; I couldn’t believe it when my agent told me you were in touch. I— I love your work. I have for a while…” you inform him, a warm flush of blood heats your face and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your hairline begins to dampen.
He merely snickers.
Thought he doesn’t specify if it’s because of what you said or how nervous you look.
“Really? How long is a while?” he queries, uncrossing his legs. The rests his elbows onto the pristine white desk and creates a flat surface with his hands to rest his head onto. He seems genuinely interested in hearing what you have to say.
“Well… I found your Instagram when you were posting your ‘Lips’ series.” you tell him. The confession has your gaze faltering from him, and instead looking down at your feet. You couldn’t bear to look in his eyes when he tells you that you’re too weird and obsessive to work with.
“Wow… that certainly is an awful while, isn’t it?” he smirks. “What did you think of ‘Lips’? I look back at it fondly but—”
“I love it. It’s one of my favourite things you’ve done, Mr Gojo. Actually I— no, never mind.”
“What?” he tilts his head quickly upwards hoping to coax whatever little secret you were harbouring out of you. All the while his head was swimming with the unintentional eroticism of you calling him by his title rather than his name. You’re so demure and precious; positively bashful from being here with him like this.
He observes you pick up the bag you had brought with you, assuming it was filled with spare clothes and other essentials women like to carry. But even he couldn’t hold in a delighted chuckle when you pulled out a copy of a book that also rested atop his desk.
“You’re a real fan, huh? You weren’t kidding…”
“I’m sorry. I even pre-ordered it… I love it so much and your art is so beautiful. I know this is the series that made you famous so it’s sort of nice to feel part of that, I guess… um, yeah, I’m sorry I’m a total weirdo.”
“Want me to sign it?” he asks you, earnestly.
“I’d really like that a lot, only if you don’t mind.” you reply, before you even finish your sentence he’s nodding and holding his hand out to you. He bites off his pen lid with his teeth and shoots it back down onto the desk. You watch him as he flips to the opening page and scribbles his name in masterfully. “Thank you so much for this.”
“It’s not a problem, sweetheart.” he expresses with another grin that you can’t help but find awfully attractive.
His smile is as beautiful as his art. A set of perfectly straight white teeth and a pair of plump lips that he definitely takes care of. You only wish he’d take off his sunglasses, you’d give anything to see his eyes in all of their glory.
“Well, we have something in common,” he starts, demanding even more of your attention than he’s already receiving. “I found you on Instagram, too.”
“Really? Small world…” you mumble to yourself, “There are tons of girls on there trying to be models, and I don’t get much attention compared to some of the others.”
“You have my attention. Complete and undivided, sweetheart. Been like that since the minute I saw you.” he explains. You feel your face getting hot again. He has a special way of speaking that makes you tingle. So much so that you need to squeeze your thighs to stop any building pressure, though once again, you hope he doesn’t notice.
“Um, thank you for the opportunity, Mr Gojo.”
“Of course. I’d be a fool to let a rare talent like you slip through my fingers. I’ll ask a few questions and then we can begin shooting, how does that sound?” he offers. You nod, simply, eager to get your first big modelling job underway. “Perfect… how long have you been modelling?”
“Only a year. But I used to love wearing my big sister’s high heels when I was a kid and pretending I was on a catwalk, if that counts.” you smile to yourself as you relive the memory. He begins writing in his notebook, laughing alongside you when you tell him your answer.
“Oh my God, you’re so cute.” he beams, and you can’t help but smile even wider. “I’m guessing this is your first big shoot. But what types of gigs have you booked before now?”
“Nothing major, um… a few sponsored product things on my socials. Um… some catalogue work too. I’m hoping I’ll get to do runway one day.”
“I’m sure you will,” he tells you casually, once again writing in his notebook. “Have you ever done a swimwear gig? Bikinis and coverups, things like that.”
“A handful of times. They’re my favourite since it’s usually a day in the sun!” you laugh softly at yourself. It’s like an awkward tic. You laugh at everything to make sure you sound playful and kind and hope it will alleviate any tension between you. Though it seems like you’ve fabricated tension out of thin air, Satoru Gojo is a nice guy.
“Mhmm, what about nude shoots?” he questions, a serious look on his face as he looks you dead in the eye. Carefully observing your features and the way that you answer.
“Um… no, nothing like that.” you tell him, honestly.
“Would you be willing to?” he continues.
“I— I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t think so.” you stumble over your words as you do your best to answer his questions.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you.” he expresses. He finishes writing and puts away his notebook and pen inside a drawer in the desk before resting his weight on top of it again. “Some people do, some don’t, and I’m fine with that. Do you know what this shoot is about?”
“My agent didn’t tell me much other than I have to do the shoot since it’s with you. But I would never have turned it down anyway.”
“Stop it… you’re so sweet you’ll rot my teeth.” he chuckles, “This project I’m working on is called ‘Intimate’. I’m collaborating with a celebrity I’m not allowed to namedrop yet. But that person will be choosing the best models and pictures for something… let’s say: life changing. How does that sound?”
“W-Wow… it— amazing. It sounds really amazing.”
“Oh, and in case you aren’t chosen, don’t worry. I’ll be including all of the models in my new book. So, would you like to get started?” he wonders.
“Yes, please!”
“Perfect answer, sweetheart.” he grins, standing upright and walking towards a door behind him. He holds it open and motions for you to walk through it. Quickly, you find your bag in your hand and you’re hurrying towards him and into the much darker room. “Now… this is the set-up we’ll be using, and our anonymous donor has gifted us with all of these outfits to choose from.”
There are five huge rails of clothing in the room. Each filled with a range of sleepwear, loungewear, and lingerie. The setting he mentioned is a huge fake bedroom. A large bed with gorgeous bedding and furniture decorate the space to make it look truly comfortable and homely.
“Intimate, isn’t it?” he speaks. You nod along, dumbly, but understanding why his project has been named so. “I believe that we are our most intimate selves inside of a bed. Whether it’s our own, a friends, lovers, strangers.”
“That’s really beautiful, Mr Gojo.”
“Heh, thank you, baby.” he replies graciously. “We have all day. You can dress yourself or let me decide what you’ll wear. I want to help you win. Are you in touch with yourself to know how to achieve that; or do you need someone else to take control of you?”
You turn away from him to look at the clothes, as well as to hide your flushed face and the way you’re biting your lip. He inspects you as you allow your fingertips to dance along the fabric of all of the clothing. There’s so much choice. So many options to choose from and you have no idea where to begin.
And he knows it.
And that is why it doesn’t surprise him one bit when you turn to him with a meek look on your face and a sparkle in your pleading gaze.
“Please help me, Mr Gojo.”
He smirks and saunters over to the clothing rails. There is an empty one you hadn’t initially noticed in the darkness of the room. He uses it to load his selection for you before wheeling it over to a changing curtain for you.
“Babe? I have some advice for you.” he starts. You stand in front of him as he towers over you, waiting to be showered in his worldly knowledge. “The modelling world, particularly catwalk, is incredibly fast paced.”
“I knew that already, Mr Gojo.”
“It’s so fast paced, that you’ll have to get used to letting people see you without clothes on. You’re not anywhere worthwhile if there isn’t ten pairs of tits in your face behind the scenes.”
He leaves you with that and starts to set up his lighting and cameras how he’d like them. Before you disappear behind the changing curtain, you notice him loading a camera onto a tripod. He’d hung up all of the outfits he’d like you to wear in order, so he’s delighted when you emerge from the curtain head to toe in the co-ordinated grey teddy loungewear set he picked for you. A little vest with long trousers and a long coverup gown.
“Oh, sweetheart. You’re a vision…” he smiles, tilting his head in the direction of the bed so that you’ll sit down. He looms above you, your neck craning backwards so that you can look each other in the eye. He pulls off his glasses and tosses them across the room, retreating away from you and picking up a black headband to keep his hair out of his face. “Will you let me touch your makeup?” he asks happily. You nod.
He approaches with a box filled to the brim with makeup. But instead of touching up, you see him pick up a face wipe and brings it closer to you.
“Ah! Don’t, I won’t win if I—”
“Intimate selves, remember? Let me take control sweetheart, promise it won’t be so bad.” he assures you.
You take a deep breath and allow him to do with you as he wishes. He spends some time removing your makeup, you don’t even realise until you hear him shuffle backwards and exhale deeply.
“So beautiful,” he tells you, two fingers and a thumb caressing your face whilst resting a makeup brush between his pinkie and ring finger. He rests down on the balls of his feet as he carefully paints your lips in a soft nude colour to match your features. He manages to coat the top lip with no issue, but your lower keeps fighting him and springing back into place. “Your bottom lip looks a little sore.” he informs you.
“O-Oh,” you stutter, accidentally biting your lip again.
“Ah, that’s the culprit.” he smirks, using the face wipe to take away the colour. “You look perfect as you are, you don’t need any of this shit.” he explains, throwing the brush back into the box and kicking it away.
You smile again, looking down as your vision catches Gojo’s camera around his neck. You look back to the one on the tripod and wonder why there is a need for two. But upon further inspection, you notice it flashing. A little red dot telling you there is a lurking eye spying on you.
“Mr Gojo…”
“Satoru is fine, y’know.”
“Satoru… are you filming this?”
“Oh, shit. Yeah, I got distracted and forgot to tell you. Me and you-don’t-know-who are making a little documentary out of this. It’s up to you whether you’d like me to film or not, I can shut it off. But you’ll need to sign some consent forms either way.”
“No, that’s okay. It sounds like fun!” you simper. He winks at you before ruffling your hair, pulling it out of its tie and letting it cascade around you.
“Show me what you can do.” he demands, holding his camera to his eye and watching you get into position from him.
Your ears ring with beep after beep with each flashing photograph taken. You’re in your element, though. Gojo notices it too. The way you’ve transformed from being so weak and timid to seductive and confident.
He isn’t letting you be photographed. You’re letting him photograph you.
Clothing becomes less and less as you work your way through the rail. You work your way through sets of lingerie and posing like you’re a cover girl for Playboy, you might even be worthy of being called a bunny.
You’re down to a pair of borg shorts and a mismatched bra. Gojo is on the bed with you, between your legs. With your back flat against the mattress and your head in the pillows, he takes numerous pictures of you looking flirtatiously into the lens.
“Satoru?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I changed my mind,” you start, prompting him to lower his camera. “I’d like you to photograph me nude.” you tell him without any hesitation or reluctance in your tone. It earns yet another grin from Gojo, who nods in acceptance of your sudden change of heart.
“Let’s make this a progression… unclasp your bra but don’t take it off.” he suggests.
You do as you’re told and lie in wait of what to do next. He simply returns to photographing you, which in turn leads to you posing some more. After a few more shutter sounds, he traces his finger across your collarbone to pull down one of the straps of the bra to your bicep.
It’s a sensual journey. One that carries on until one of your nipples peaks out from below the garish midnight blue bra that had been cupping your tits. He keeps snapping shots of you without pause, catching every inch of your true intimate self.
“Take it off now for me.” he instructs.
You pull it forward by the middle section until your breasts are being presented bare to him. There is a look in his eye. One that tells you he’s fighting against his primal urge to cop a feel and focus on the task at hand. And that, he does. A continuous string of photos are taken as you move and pose the best way you know how while your tits move beautifully along with you. Each movement forces a jiggle, one that Satoru Gojo is fighting to ignore.
He lowers the camera, you notice his hand reach towards you before he balls it into a soft yet defiant fist.
“You really are something, you know. So God damn beautiful.”
“Do you want to touch me, Mr Gojo?” you ask him, genuinely. You can’t deny the way this is making you feel. The way he is making you feel and has been making you feel since you stepped foot into his studio.
“I can’t.”
“You can, I—”
“It’s… it’s inappropriate. Maybe illegal? I’m not sure, but I can’t.”
“Mr Gojo… I can feel how hard your cock is. Please, just touch me.” you request, your voice almost whimpering as you practically beg for his contact. “It’s okay, really. I want you to touch me.”
He considers your words for a moment or two. And soon enough, he’s deciding that he can’t fight it anymore. He puts the camera down on the ground, freeing his hands so he can feel you and only you.
His hands are warm. He’s gentle with his touch, and his squeezing is soft. You mewl when his fingers and thumbs stray to your pert nipple.
“Gorgeous all around, hm? Even your moans are pretty.” he praises you.
You shudder as he lowers his mouth to your neck, kissing and suckling just enough to leave faint love bites as he carries on fondling your breasts. Soon he’s travelling south. Your collarbone is showered in tender affection and the same is gifted between the valley of your breasts.
“Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down.” Gojo informs you.
You look down at him, nodding, before he latches onto your breast to suckle and softly bite at it. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Each word spoke, each touch and each kiss from his lips is rushing straight to your cunt and making you feel heady.
A surprised gasp leaves you as you feel him wrap his arms around your back. You feel a chill as you’re quickly manoeuvred so that he’s sitting upright on the edge of the bed and you’re straddling him. He cups the back of your head with one hand and lets his other rest firmly in the small of your back.
He kisses you, deeply. It’s slow and passionate. Dare you say, intimate. You’re licking each other’s tongues gently as it continues to progress. Your hips rut against his throbbing hard-on through his dress-pants.
“You’re so perfect, baby. I knew I had to have you when I saw you.” he admits, it makes you giggle and throw your head back. He takes the opportunity to kiss your neck even more.
He picks you up again and keeps you on the edge of the bed. His fingers delve into your shorts, pausing only to ask, “May I?”
“I— I haven’t shaved. I’m sorry, I know I should have for a modelling job I just—”
You yelp as he tugs off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. He holds your legs open, and you can no longer support yourself. Your body collapses into the mattress as he examines your sex. He lets your legs relax as he pushes two fingers between your lips. They don’t enter you; he’s just enamoured by the wet and sticky sounds echoing around the room. His thumb brushes over your pubic hair, he notes the texture of it and his eyes roll back into his head.
“I like girls like you. I prefer girls like this.” he informs you. He picks up your legs again to move them over his shoulders. And just as he’s about to delve into your folds, he pauses. He takes a firm hold of your ankle and brings it closer to his face. He sniffs carefully and does the same with the other, kissing them both before putting them back where they were. “Did you put perfume on your ankles? It’s like you expected something like this to happen…” he smirks, pulling your warm flesh closer to him by your thighs.
“I— I didn’t know… but ‘m glad I did!” you reply.
He smiles once more before burying his face in your cunt. The way he laps and laves at your clit is masterful. Your fingers begin to rake through his hair, and you start to pull in an attempt to steady yourself. He groans, and it almost sounds pleasurable. You think he might like getting his hair pulled.
He slavers his tongue down from your pulsing clit to your drooling entrance. Savouring the taste and mixing it with his own saliva to make you a sopping mess.
He uses it all to his advantage. You’re forcing him closer into you with each pull of his hair, you think you might die if he stops. He slips a finger inside of you; followed by a second, which is your complete undoing.
“’m cumming!” you announce, loud enough for everyone in the building to hear, probably. You reach your climax, writhing and pulsating on the bed beneath you all while Gojo tries to drink every last drop of the mess you’ve made of yourself and him. “F-Fuck… you wore me out G-Gojo…”
“Get bored of calling me Mr Gojo?” he asks jokingly, spurring you on to chuckle at his comment.
“Are you into that?” you wonder.
“Babe,” you look up and observe him as he climbs on top of you, caging you in beneath him. “I don’t care if you call me mister, sir, Satoru, daddy. It doesn’t matter. ‘Cause you’re gonna be babbling so dumb when I fuck you.”
“Y-You wanna fuck me? Right now?”
“Yeah, right now.” he tells you as he holds you up in his arms and then places you back down the right way in the bed. “Oh, by the way, I wouldn’t oppose to daddy if you have a desire to yell something out for me.” he adds as he opens your legs for you.
You giggle at the thought of calling him daddy; seeing how it’s one of your favourite names to yell out in bed, too. You observe him as he unzips his trousers, pulling them down to his knees so that you can see the thick, long imprint of his cock bulging against his underwear. When you look up, you notice him staring at you and smirking all the while, forcing you to look away in humiliation. He pulls down his boxes slowly, only revealing the base and his own pubic hair. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, taking note of how patiently you’re waiting for him.
“You look so sweet f’me, sweetheart. Waiting for daddy’s cock like a good girl.” he grins. It forces you to bite your lip again, watching in anticipation for him to pull down his underwear enough for you to see him. Really see him.
His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen. A little shimmer of pre decorating his six pack. He’s huge. Thick and veiny with a perfectly rounded tip. It’s dusted with a shy shade of pink and it’s leaking so deliciously.
So much so that you stick your tongue out and attempt to taste him. He pushes you back down, though, and traps you in his arms.
“Not now, angel, next time.” he speaks.
“Next time?”
“Yeah, I want to see you again. I want to take more pictures of you and I wanna eat your pussy again. And after this… I know I’m gonna wanna fuck you again.” he tells you, lining his cock up with your eager hole and slowly plunging inside. “Mmmpff, so tight. Such a pretty, tight pussy.” he huffs, taking his time to bottom out inside of you.
“Ah—! S-Shit, daddy. Think you’re in my throat…” you moan. He snickers before setting an almost idle pace. Doing his best to get you accustomed to his size. “F-Faster… please go-o faster, d-daddy.” you request. He kisses your cheek and picks up more speed.
And more speed.
His hips are slamming against yours and you’re both moaning uncontrollably. His mouth is level with your ear and the reverse is also true. Both of you humming and groaning lustful sounds into each other’s ears as you enjoy giving into your natural instincts.
He wasn’t wrong about you babbling complete nonsense. You think with each pummel of his thrusts accompanied with the sweetest praise you’ve ever received both your brain and internal organs have turned to goo.
You can’t even tell him you’re about to cum you’re so fucked out. But he knows. Your body gives you away as your pussy clenches around him, sucking him in deeper than either of you thought he could go. And with that, your insides are pulling him right over the edge of his own orgasm right along with you, flooding your walls with his cum.
He’s sweating, and panting.
You both are.
You begin to giggle as he lowers his head to kiss your neck again. Your eyes are closed and your head rolls to the side as he continues tickling you with his lips. When your eyes open, you gasp shallowly as your eyes lock with the blinking light of the filming camera. Gojo’s head raises to see what’s wrong.
“We forgot about the camera…”
“Oh, shit. Got carried away, didn’t we?” he laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete it. Or cut it out. I’ll do something.” he tells you, an assuring twinkle in his heavenly eyes.
“Thanks, Satoru.”
“But first…” he tells you, rolling off of you and lying by your side and inviting you to rest your head on his chiselled chest. “Like I said, we’ve got all day. Why don’t we order some food and watch it back before it’s gone forever?” he suggests, and it’s quite an enticing offer. You pretend to think about it before nodding excitedly.
He holds you, though. Like you’re delicate and need him to keep you safe. And you can’t deny that it’s nice. Someone you’ve adored and looked up to for so long is treating you like you’re precious. Like you’re special.
“I like sushi… by the way.” you tell him, quietly.
♡ content warning | piss piss piss yes piss more piss we love some piss, some noncon piss, omorashi, piss drinking, piss piss, bully per se belphegor, extortion, more piss, filming and even more piss
♡ words | ???
♡ LUCIFER | over you
is dehumanizing, embarrassing and you tell him that he needs to stop. but he cant believe you. he can't belive your words when your eyes shine, begging him to piss more, to drench you with his filthy, dirty liquid (I've wrote piss way too many times). he happily obliges, seeing you on the floor, he just shuts you up with some cheek slap with his cocks and tells you to pose pretty for him before seeing how his hot, fresh piss falls down your chest and stains your white panties.
♡ MAMMON | over him + mouth
he feels right, having you doing something so wrong. you are riding his face, his hands are gripping your thighs strong enough to keep you in place. his tongue is circling inside you, his nose tickling your clit. you tell him you need to pee, that he needs to stop and let you go, but his grip tightens, his thoracic cage vibrating for a deep grunt in anticipation. you grab a handful of his hair, throwing your head back before pissing over him, mammon moaning while trying to swallow it all. itll fall down his cheeks, his chin and over the bedsheets but he doesn't mind you pissing over him, he'll definetly ask you to do it again
♡ SATAN | shower
he finds it amusing, yet he cant bring himself to do such thing in the bedroom, where he also has books and items of high value. so he does it where he believes is pertinent to do so, the shower. he starts by hugging you from behind, his lips trace your shoulder blades, teeth nibbling on your skin and hands wandering over your curves. the water is hot, his mind feeling dizzy but his cock is throbbing in something else besides ecstasy and wanting to fuck you raw against the shower tiles. you sense he's tense, you tell him he's okay and he turns you around. connecting his lips with yours, he just let's his piss melt with the how shower, hot liquid hitting your stomach before cleaning and fucking you against the wall
♡ LEVI | reverse omorashi
is the biggest embarrassment he lived so far but levi gets hard when you pin him against the bed and piss over him. "my oh my, look at yourself, getting hard and flustered when I take a piss on ya. you're disgusting leviathan, absolutely horrendously filthy" he cums, and is mortified by it. your words the way you treat him like mere shit, the gentle touch of your thumb pad against his slit. he can't take it anymore, he throws his head back, sobbing and trembling and pees over himself, his legs shaking harder than before and his forearms blocking his embarrasd face from your sight.
♡ BEEL | inside
he is polite, inside the boundaries available for such action of course. He doesn't want you to feel completely embarrassed by it. but is his demon need, is a part of him to mark his territory and what better way than mark you from the inside, his scent lingering on your body for everyone to smell and understand that you are his. his grip on the flesh of your thighs is gentle, yet the way his hips thrust forwards says otherwise. with an aim in mind and a goal to achieve, he throws his head back and closes his eyes. the burning sensation on his throat when he moans is accompanied by the warm feeling of being filled with his piss. unlike when he cums, you can feel how he marks you, the warmth of his need and how his scent washes over you.
♡ BELPHIE | omorashi
"MC this, MC that" belphegor was tired and bored of all his brothers talking about you like you were a wonder worth getting to know. what would they say if they saw just how disgusting you are. he refuses to drink water just so he pisses that deep, disgusting piss that has you gagging but you cant refuse when he has his cock aiming at you. "What would diavolo say about his dyar6exchange student" he waves his phone at your face, the camera angling at your face, sucking his dick dry and deepthroating him before he takes it and pisses all over your face, the tears streaming down your face as well
♡ ASMODEUS | all of the above
hes the absolute worst. behind his "this and that ruins my beauty" facade, there's a monster. a monster that wants to make you feel as filthy and disgusting as you've never been before. he fucks you, grabs you by the hair and pisses on you, tells you to open your mouth wide open and uses you as an urinal. he enjoys, he loves and lives for your ruined form, drench with piss and your pristine white bralette stained with the faint yellowish tone of his discharge uwu. he would lick your skin too, claiming that his unnatural and abnormal piss has other qualities, enhanced ones, in comparison to the mortal one.
in the sea of sugar daddies....dilfs will always prevail...
dilf!miyas get jealous when you bring a guy over for a “project” >:(
it’s absolutely juvenile how jealous they feel, they’re grown men for christ’s sake. but the dark scowls they’re sporting on their weathered and handsome faces should be a big enough hint for the scrub over there laughing with you, touching you to get the fuck away from their princess.
and yes, your partner does notice it, because he whispers to you, all scared and shaky because the big and burly twins are practically burning holes through his face.
“they’re just my very overprotective uncles, don’t worry about it,” you say with a small voice, knowing that you’re going to be punished by your daddies later.
don’t worry about it? osamu and atsumu scoff to themselves, flitting mindlessly around the kitchen, thinking of ways to give your partner something to worry about.
surprisingly, the miya twins make themselves scarce throughout the duration of your project. they even greet him goodbye with sickeningly sweet smiles.
a few hours later, your partner receives a text message from you and his heart races, thinking that maybe you might want to ask him out for coffee or something. but his hopes are crushed and his face blanches when he sees that it’s a video of you naked and sandwiched between your uncles, getting your ass and pussy pounded by their thick cocks as they spew out filth from their mouths.
Katie said they had a 4am pick up. Which means the driver picked her up at 4am. That was Monday of this week. But yeah, it was Justin, Katie, & Philemon. Not the whole cast filming Thanksgiving week. It may have been so the show could finish earlier. Because it definitely wasn’t that they were behind.
If I had the chance to work a few extra hours in order to finish sooner, I'd take it! (Darn corporate work week rules...)
And yeah, there's a huge difference between working around holidays knowing there's only about a week left before you're done, and working to make up time because your behind. The latter is much more stressful for everyone involved. As we saw from the videos Katie posted, they were having a lot of fun!
I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR PLANTING THIS IDEA IN MY BRAIN FOREVER😩
I’ll try writing some camboy!zeke after I’m done with my collabs and many many drafts
(cw squirting)
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“Look at the camera sweetheart.”
Zeke’s palm is wrapped around your throat, his mouth leaving bites on your neck as he holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail to give the laptop in front of you the perfect view of the purple marks on your collarbones and breasts. You try your best to set a quick pace as your legs move you up and down his length. The few comments you manage to read on the screen leave you more turned on than before, the praise getting to your head, and your cunt. Sloppy wet sounds fill the room, adding to your almost pornographic moans and Zeke’s whiny groans. You tilt your head back until it meets Zeke’s shoulder, too fucked out to even ask him to do things himself.
“Is my baby tired? Yeah?” His beard scratches your cheek as he kisses you softly, hands massaging your breasts. His fingers flick and rub on your nipples, making you squirm and clench around his cock. “I got you, princess.”
Sending a grin towards the camera attached to the screen, his hands grab your waist, holding you a few inches up. His hips buck into your ass, skin slapping against skin as he bottoms out into you. You whine, you need that release so much after so many hours of the show you’re putting on. Zeke rocks and grinds his hips against yours, knowing exactly what spots to hit to make you go crazy.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m -fuck!” Zeke sends you over the edge when his fingers merely make contact with your puffy clit and juices squirt out of you, staining his thighs and the couch under him.
“Fuck princess, that was so hot.” He groans in your ear, the feeling of your walls clenching around him too much to handle. He pulls you up and his cock slaps against your stomach, sticky with your cum. He slaps it against your clit a few times before fisting it until his hot cum spills up your stomach and breasts. Both out of breath, chests heaving and bodies sticky, you turn to your laptop with a smile.
“Thanks for joining guys.” You say before leaning down and turning the livestream off, returning to your spot on Zeke’s lap again to smother him with kisses.
