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☉ = pure smut
☽ = suggestive
You'll find sprinkles of fluff here and there too ♡
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☆ MASTERLIST
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tfw one of your close friends confesses to you and you're an awkward bum who doesn't know what to do in those situations and can't reciprocate her feelings so you say whatever you can to let her down gently and then an hour later you suddenly have the realization that hmm...you really wanted to kiss her that one night when you both were watching movies together and you kept on looking at each other to see the other's reactions and she would laugh and her eyes would sparkle.
And maybe you would like to give it a shot but it's too late! You've rejected her, and you're going separate ways, anyway.
He's a star, and you have the potential to become one. It all starts with a poor film review...♡
author's note: The starboy//stargirl masterlist for everything I make in this universe. As of now, it's a series of oneshots, some related or tied to another. I recommend starting with the first and second, but it really doesn't matter.
smut galore, specific tags within works.
**None of this is meant to be super realistic in any way. Characters are 'in-character' for their AU circumstances.
#01.STAR BOY
⟹ Satoru Gojou, actor extraordinaire, getting a poor film review from you? Over his delicious sex scene?!
#02.YOU'RE A STAR GIRL
⟹ Satoru Gojou, actor extraordinaire, wants to change your mind on that review. Maybe he wants to fuck it into you.
#PARTY MONSTER!
⟹ .....
#TAKOWORLD, inspo from the Starboy album by the Weeknd, banner by me. Do not copy, steal, or feed any of my works into AI.
content: gojou x reader; chunked writing; title inspired by 'Stargirl Interlude'; actor!gojou; aspiring film-critic!fem!reader; arrogant, asshole, scummy celebrity!satoru gojou; he's a yapper; gojo's experience more than yours; hookups; filming; amateur séx tapes; filming with dubious consent; filthy smút; dirty talk; vàginal fingering; bjs; bállplay; degrádation; use of 'slút'; penetrative séx; missiönary; créampie; light brëeding kink; biiig díck; lots of cúm; risky séx and behavior; recommended to read pt.1 first.
parts: 01 ✧ 02 (this)
wc: 1.7k
Actor!Satoru, who opens the door to see you standing there wearing a pair of flare jeans and a nice top. It's probably the most safe look he's ever seen, but hey, at least your face is all dolled up. Your hair is styled immaculately, curls in all the right places, and your dewy makeup makes you look effortlessly gorgeous. He appreciates the effort. Solid, uhhhh, 8/10.
You already know he's judging you when he blatantly drags his eyes from your shoes, all the way up to your hair. But realistically, the last thing you needed was to be ridiculed when the meeting would likely not be a hookup. So you went cute, but safe.
Actor!Satoru, who ushers you in with a sideward nod of his head. He leads through the open space, everything shockingly liminal except for the occasional trinket that graced the countertops—colorful vases, interesting desk toys, and of course (can't let himself forget that he's a star), framed movie posters and photo-shoots. In every poster, he fixes the viewer with an icy stare, white hair tousled and framing his eyes, regardless of the role he played in that movie.
Actor!Satoru, who gestures towards a black loveseat, collapsing back onto the couch himself and propping his legs on the lagoon table. He begins, talking through your entire review, while you sit and occasionally nod your head to hide the fact that you were zoning the fuck out. God, he's so beautiful up close. He lifts one hand over the top of the couch, and his loose shirt rides up, revealing a sliver of creamy skin and the slightest hint of hipbone. Fuck.
Actor!Satoru, who studies your movements as he talks his head off about how he'd like the review revised, if not taken down. And finally, you speak, asking how exactly he intends on enlightening you when his words aren't changing your mind.
"I'm gonna fuck you, sweetheart. What else?"
Actor!Satoru, who laughs at your eyes widening and your lips turning up in an amused smile. He assures you that no, no one will be finding this little tryst out. He beckons you over, until you're standing in front of him, in between his spread legs. He splays his hands on your upper thighs, feeling the shape of you through your jeans, perfectly pliable in his large palms.
He zips your jeans down and runs a tentative finger along your covered cunt.
Already moist, because you prepped a little beforehand juuust in case.
Actor!Satoru, who slips one finger in, collecting and swiping your slick back and forth, making your knees buckle. He slides his finger into your hole, feeling the ridges of your cunt and relishing in the sex that gushes out. God, you're a fuckin' fountain, legs threatening to collapse as you fuck yourself back onto Satoru's finger. He hurriedly adds a second one, toying and poking at your swollen clit—a delirious whine tumbles out of your lips, and you give up, falling forward onto his sturdy thighs and straddling him.
Actor!Satoru, who shoves off your jeans himself, impatient and annoyed at the obstacle. Continuing his attack on your cunt, he shoves a second finger into your walls, satisfied when your hands grip his shoulders for support. Yeah, that's fuckin' right.
"Aw, your pussy's just sucking my fingers up. So damn soppy from jerking off all day, hmm? Masturbating to my movie?"
Actor!Satoru who pulls out after you reach your high, after your first (and certainly not the last) orgasm of the night, and tells you to get on the damn ground and suck him off. And as you obediently follow the words of the actor, you feel the meaty slap of his dick against your cheek.
Long, hard, with a bulbous pink tip. All inches of pure power hitting your face, ready to fuck itself into your waiting mouth.
Actor!Satoru, who orders you to open up, and in his dick goes, nestled on your tongue. You immediately start sucking, hollowing your mouth like a good, little slut. Needing just a dick to be shut up and satiated.
He moans, keening with little 'fuck's and 'right there's as you swirl your tongue along his veins and into the slit of his flushed tip, sucking the precum spilling out like a leaky faucet.
"You—ah—go lower. Down, sweetheart."
You take one of his balls into your hands and massage it, and then trail kisses down the largest vein to the other ball. After sucking and kissing one, and then the other, he yanks your head up by your hair, teases your lips back open, and cums down your throat without warning, painting your tongue and throat white. The warmth of his spend ripples through your chest, and, wait, what?
Actor!Satoru, who wants to teach you a lesson for such a bad review, that he's gonna mimic exactly what he did with his co-star. So as the leftover dregs of cum drip down your throat, you peer up to see a flash. A phone. Cheeks rouge, he grins, so wide and feral. He's fucking filming you, and choked around his rapidly hardening cock, you can't even protest.
"I'm gonna film you, baby. Gotta keep it as true to the movie as possible, right?"
You unlatch your lips from his dick, and you're about to start speaking when he places a finger to your lips. It's wet—the one he used to fuck your cunt.
"If you want to understand an actor's genius, you're gonna have to act like one."
Actor!Satoru, who hoists you up with his wide hands and deposits you on the couch like you weigh nothing. Your head hits the cushion, leather bending to your weight. He doesn't even take your underwear off, stretching it to the side so your darkened, shiny pussy's on full display. The phone hovers in front of it, capturing your little tremors and the ooze dripping out of it.
"Pretty, fucked-out pussy, huh? Made for the fucking camera."
Actor!Satoru, who fishes a condom out of his pocket, predicting this'll be how it goes. Who slides the rubber onto his dick, filling it out completely. He teases your cunt with his round tip, circling your waiting hole. You moan, begging him to put it in. And he's supposed to be persuading you, right? Give you some celebrity dicking down? So he eases it in, eliciting a long, high, whimper from you, and a deep moan from him.
"Fuuuck, baby, you're so fucking perfect for me, holy shit! Fucking god, take it."
He begins thrusting. One look at the way you reacted earlier, practically humping yourself on his fingers, told him you like it hard and you like it fast. Actor!Satoru rams his cock in, bullying his fat dick into your pussy over and over and over again. Hungrily, he slams his hips against your inner thighs. Your wet heat makes him whine, engulfing his cock whole—fuck, you weren't a porn-star but he'd honestly have to connect you to somebody.
And yeah, he's a fucking talker.
"Shit, shit, sweetheart! Your—ahh—cunt's so fuckin' good—mmh! Dirty little cunt for me to bury my dick in, huh? Ahh—!"
Actor!Satoru, who keeps on rattling about how good you are, on and on and on, just like Extraterrestrial Fever. With one hand clutched eagerly on your hip, supporting you against his toned body, he holds the phone in place. He watches you through the screen with his sparkling blues, your body coated in sweat and jerking with every harsh thrust. You hands, gripping the leather as tight as you can, to no avail. Your pornographic pleads and cries, and a beg to—oh—breed you?
"Oh, you are one of those—mmh—fans with a breeding kink, huh? Fuck—of fucking course you are, you slut."
You weren't a fan until recently, but it didn't matter when his cock pounded into you and he muttered dirty nothings above you. It didn't matter because you felt like you were starring on a porno, slutted out for the camera.
You begin babbling, how you're already on Plan B, how you're clean, just please fucking cum inside.
Actor!Satoru, who deliberates. Even if you did become pregnant, it wouldn't be his issue. Who'd believe you got bred by him, that he was your baby's father? Another good fuck and you'd probably shut up about it like you are now. And besides, it's been a while since he's gone in raw.
Actor!Satoru, who pulls out entirely to rip his condom off, discarding the flimsy rubber onto the ground. He slams his hips against you one, two, three more times, until his balls twitch against your pussy, tightening. Spurts of cum hit your walls, gooey and warm, reaching your cervix in milliseconds, in tandem with the 'take it, sweets, take it, take it, take it' he shouts out. Your cunt's stuffed with the perfect, virile cum of one of the most striking celebrity bachelors on the entertainment scene.
Quickly, from the pulses of his dick inside you, the sparks of an orgasm dance throughout your body, pulling curses from your lips. You've never been dicked down so good, and fuck if you wished that you could experience this every single day.
Actor!Satoru, who captures the moment of the joint orgasm on camera, cooing dirtily about how ruined you look around his fat, throbbing cock. How he just might end up sending this to all of his little actor friends, who rang him up teasing about the blog article, even though he promised not to. How he doesn't need a purple, alien dick to make someone see stars. And then he leans, bent over you like he was with his co-star, and whispers:
"Was that enough talking for you, baby? Bet it was."
Actor!Satoru, who moves the phone back down to where you and him are joined, recording the potent cum seeping out and forming a white, foamy ring. He pulls his cock out, and records the thick, heavy ropes of cum linking your pussy to his flushed, already hardening, cock-head. The rest dribbles out, a creamy mess on black leather. He'd almost feel compelled to eat you out if he wasn't just proving a point. Then, he has an idea.
"How about I getcha out of that silly, little film-critiquing role you've taken upon? Publish this into a porno. You'd be a star, girl. And if you reach my level, maybe we'll do this again."
content: chunked writing; actor!gojou; aspiring film-critic!fem!reader; mastúrbation; descriptions of séx; asshole gojou's arrogance and hotness knows no bounds am I right or am I right; pt. 2 has actual smút smút.
parts: 01 (this) ✧ 02
wc: 1.3k
Actor!Satoru, who is the estranged child of the famous Gojou acting family, knew since his time as a child actor that his presence was a source of envy. His family, talented in their own right but outshined by the young boy's acumen, continue to host lavish parties that demand his presence, keeping up geniality for the sake of appearances.
He knows full well his incredible acting capabilities are responsible for family tensions and doesn't give a single fuck. At some point in the far past, he used to, but now he strides into yet another banquet with a self-assured smirk because the charade has gone on long enough to drill into his body and mind that he is different than others. The unique and virtually untouchable golden boy.
Actor!Satoru, who is a 2025 Forbes 30-under-30 superstar, gracing the media with his carefully crafted, charming personality. Who broke away from starring in hit movies into streaming as the role of 'The Strongest' in the hit-series Jujutsu Kaisen--confident, arrogant, and powerful. It wasn't a difficult role to get into for him, but then again, when was anything difficult? He's seamlessly molded into every role he's had to play, fascinating audiences.
Actor!Satoru, who is fully aware of his incredible sex appeal. He's had no plans so far to star in erotica, or even breaching the more easily accessible at-home sex tapes. The first time he saw Kim Kardashian, Superstar playing at one of his first after-parties on fellow actress Shoko's request, he was intrigued. When done right, it's big money. When done wrong...well, why would it matter? Wouldn't be on a porno anyway if you weren't good at fucking.
So, on the request of a renowned erotica director, he goes back to the big screens and joins the cast of Extraterrestrial Fever. It's one of his most oddest projects to date—no seriously, it is. It's a typical sci-fi romance, meant to be nice and sweet. But it also has a few scenes of the hot humanoid hero with a big dick and a bigger ego ramming the fucking life out of the woman from Earth. His acting range is so wide that he has audiences of all ages, but this one. This one is catered to the horny adults, the ones who watch edits of him on Insta and imagine him breeding them. He'd be weirded out if it wasn't for the fact that it was so damn interesting.
Actor!Satoru, whose first sexually explicit movie Extraterrestrial Fever blows the box office up. What else is new for him? He sits back on the night of its third screening, truly considering why the fuck the movie's plot ended up radiating Hallmark on sexual steroids. It's cliched to a tee. But he still grins as the sex scene comes up, showing his sweaty, lavender body bent over his co-star, because either way, it's yet another talent added to his acting toolbox and, according to his manager, it 'exploded the ovaries' of his fans. Popularity? sky-fucking-high.
Actor!Satoru, who is back at his mansion, lounging on the couch and scrolling on his phone when his manager calls him, urging him to check the article she's sent him. Sensing the urgency, he pulls it up, and just about starts laughing. 'Extraterrestrial Torture—All The Mishaps With The Latest Release' in bold black covers the top of his screen. It's a blog, amateur at best, and yet for some reason, it's gotten so many reposts and views that it's flagged his manager. Curious, he reads, amused as to what he'll see.
Actor!Satoru, who becomes pissed the fuck off. Your gripes about the plot? Valid, he must admit. A script can only be carried out so far if it's defective to begin with. Which led to your issues with the director. Again, fair. The erotica to romance-with-like-one-sex-scene pipeline has always been rough. Your complaints about the quality of the sex? Unjustified. Satoru Gojou is not inexperienced in the matters of sex and pleasure, and he was given full liberty on the scene. Some of the most glowing reviews from the movie praised his improv, noting the authenticity of the pleasure both him and his co-star showed on screen.
But no, you had issues with that.
"...The entire movie sets up for the fated sex scene to be absolute riveting. An emotional affair, where you'd think the climax would culminate not only in orgasm but in a heartfelt declaration of love. The first thought would be warm intimacy.
But rather than that, it ends up being a raunchy, dare I say, half-assed depiction of sex, jam packed with cringey dialogue in the most oddest of places. Heavy on the dialogue part, as that is all the main star Gojou Satoru does. Not enough quiet pants. Not enough lustful groans. Just yapping...."
He could hardly believe it.
What actor!Satoru doesn't know is that behind the screen, behind the wall of text, several miles away, you preen. You had made this blog to critique several of the top box-office movies, and only now you've gotten some insane traction. Hell, your review is showing up in viral reels and reaction videos now, people both appalled and awed at your take. It is simply glorious for your blooming career.
He also doesn't know that while watching Extraterrestrial Fever, you sat in the privacy of your own bedroom, clenching your thighs together. Hot and bothered, your pussy throbbed at the sight of him whenever he was on screen. You always saw the appeal, but never felt anything beyond general attraction and appreciation until then.
You watched him like a hawk, studying the flex of his abs and the fullness of his pecs as he towers over the similarly gorgeous female actress. His cock, ridged with purple, ringed protrusions, thrusted in and out of her, squelching as she meets his base. Apparently they didn't use any CGI on the size of his dick, and that discovery made you groan incredulously.
You were captivated by his bright blue eyes. All six of them, even though the two he actually has are more than enough to make you shiver with a glance. You've seen his photos countless times, and yet after the movie, you can't look at those photos the same.
And god help you, you were lying about the dirty talk. It was hot as fucking hell, and the incessant talking and whiny begging made him look all the more needy.
When the two went for a second round on-screen, your hand had slithered down under your sweats, brushing against your wet underwear. In tandem with her riding Satoru's thick cock, you slipped your fingers inside the fabric and brushed them against your clit. Juices already soaking your folds, your rubbed them along your clit, seeking the friction you deathly wished was Satoru's fingers. Or dick. Or mouth. Honestly, it didn't matter because you wanted him.
And now, a few days later, after your heated review landed on his radar, actor!Satoru gives you the perfect opportunity. After the initial confusion over your stunt, he decides to resolve it. Confront it. Your email is right there on your bio, and he types up a correspondence part-polite, part-threatening, and all-innuendo.
Hi there, it's Satoru Gojou.
I saw your review on Extraterrestrial Fever and am strongly inclined to change your mind on a few points.
Assuming you live within accessible distance, 87XX Infinity Rd. Otherwise, we can work around that.
Don't bring any recording devices, or you'll be writing behind bars. Don't leak this email, either. It won't be difficult to cut a film-critiquing career short, yeah?
Looking forward to meeting you, and I guarantee by the end of it, you'll want to take that review down.
You open your inbox to see that staring at you. Elated and rapidly typing back, you respond with confirmation. Part of you thinks he's going to change your mind in a less than appropriate sort of way, but clearly that must be wishful thinking.
Because how could you ever hook-up with a star?
end note: Part 2 will be up some time this week! lmk if there any blatant spelling errors and I'll fix them right away :)
As a fellow Rafayel girlie, I’d like to request a smut where reader is exhausted from a long day of work and Rafayel pampers her ☺️
Hiii omg yes!! He's so fine holy shit (also I think I wrote in my pinned post that I wouldn't be taking requests rn but I see that my ask box was open so that's misleading and my fault definitely so I'll still do this one hehe)
took this the massage route...
content: fem!reader x rafayel; kissing; masseur roleplay; body massaging; oil; fíngering; rafayel's long fingers; jerking off; cümming on back;
wc: 1903
By god, you were fucking tired. Four different wanderer incidents popped up, and as your shitty luck would have it, were also spread across all four ends of Linkon City, even extending into its outer suburbs.
So, four battles, a ripped uniform, and a nasty energy drink later, you come home, muscles aching and weary. After typing in the pin as quickly as your fingers would allow it, you unlock the door and slide your shoes off. Inside you see no other pairs, save of your own, and think, huh, maybe Rafayel had an errand to run?
Though he always made it a point to tell you if he was heading out whenever you came back...
You drop your bag to the ground and pull out your phone to call him as you pad through the front hall, searching. Just as his contact pops up on the screen, you see a door ajar, sky blue light pouring through the opening.
So that's where he was.
You feel a smile split across your face, excited to see him after a grueling day. Hurriedly, you make your way over and crack the door open further—and there he was, sitting on a loveseat with a small sketchpad in his lap.
"Rafayel?" You call.
"Ah," He perks up, glee at the sight of you, "hey, cutie!"
Rafayel gently places his sketchpad on the table beside him and makes his way over to you, arms wide open.
"Hi, Raf." You welcome the hug, burying your head into his embrace. An earthy, smoky scent reaches your nose, and you sigh deeply.
"Wow, someone's tired huh? Got beaten up by too many wanderers today?" He asks playfully and places a kiss on your forehead.
"Oh, shut up. They're crying in their graves."
"I'm sure." Rafayel pulls back, hands lain gently on your hips. "Couldn't handle all this like I do."
"Exactly!" You huff, and turn to take in the room. "So, what's all this for?"
The entire room bathes in a blue the color of the ocean, light like dappled water covering the walls. The air is briny, and you thereafter notice the lit candles, flames small but potent. There is a cot of sorts in the center, and a towel sits on the end, along with a cart of... various things you can't exactly elucidate in this lighting.
He runs his hand through his hair, playing with the purple strands.
"You were taking a while, so I was thinking you were gonna be super tired. Thought I could service my hard-working girl tonight."
Eyes softening and extremely touched by his consideration, you rush forward to embrace him again.
"Raaaf, I love it." You murmur into his shirt.
"I knew you would. Besides, what else am I going to do? Finish up my painting?" He says humorously, probably rolling his eyes above you. "Pssh, can't do that because my pigment source is still fermenting."
"Pfft—Thomas can wait?" You ask.
"Thomas can wait." He affirms and gives you a reassuring squeeze. "Alright, get undressed! I'm gonna wait outside. Lay down on your front on the cot and cover yourself waist down."
You arch a brow, and say, "thought we were past that."
He winks, amusement dancing in his visible eye.
"Juuust trust me."
He leaves the room and closes the door, leaving you with both privacy and mild confusion. You begin unbuttoning your uniform top, the fabric already ripped on the side. After stripping completely, you get onto the cot and drape yourself with the towel.
A few moments later, quiet, ambient music begins playing, making you chuckle to yourself. He's really all out, huh?
Then comes a rap rap on the door.
"May I come in?"
You briefly entertain how funny it'd be if you said no, but your body's been yearning for something that isn't wanderer guts and endless Protocores.
"Yep!" You say, and the door opens. There stands Rafayel, wearing a nice, white button up and matching white pants. You squint at the black rectangle and whisper the word on it to yourself: Rafayel. So that's what this is. You hide your smile in your arms, intrigued for how the night would go.
"Hello, ma'am." He greets you, all smiles.
"Hello," you respond, "are you my masseur for the night?"
"Yep. Let's get started right away! I'm sure you're aching."
He circles your lying figure, heading for the cart on the other side of you.
"We'll be starting with your back, obviously."
You watch him from the corner of your eyes, and, oh, is that a bottle of oil in his hands?
"Jasmine," Rafayel says. "Perfect for the stress I'm sure you've been feeling all day, dear customer."
A noise of affirmation escapes your lips, and you decide that maybe you should stop watching him. It would be more immersive for you to just put your head down and close your eyes.
You hear slick, wet rubbing, and—
"Oh..." you sigh deeply, his large hands covered in warm oil kneading circles in the base of your delts.
Slowly, intently, his palms dig into your muscles, moving in circles and providing much needed relief to your aches. As his hands move across the planes of your back, the tensions of the day fade away, replaced with content and warmth.
His thumbs press into a particularly sore muscle, and you yelp.
"Ah!"
"Was that too hard?" He asks, pausing his movements.
"No, no! It feels so good. Keep going."
"Glad to hear." Rafayel resumes, fingers tracing deep lines down your spine.
You groan at the sensation, at the feeling of his strong fingers, honed from years of delicate artistry, working the stress out of you. The scent of the jasmine oil only adds to your lazy state, rich and floral.
Rafayel hums slightly to the music as his fingers settle right above the towel.
"I'll be working on your legs next."
You nod, and he moves down and lifts the towel covering your legs. Taking more oil, he rubs them over his hands and in between his fingers. He lifts one of your feet and deftly works it out, thumb deeply tracing the arch of your foot.
Then, he does the other leg. Alternating, he works his way up both, kneading out the kinks in your calves.
Once he reaches your thigh, you bite your lip. Hard.
You have a feeling where this is going to go, and you hope he knows exactly what you're thinking. Rafayel reads your mind like an open book—what you love, what turns you on, what doesn't.
His strong hand traces up the back of your thigh, stopping just shy of the bottom of your ass. Using both hands, he works the muscle there, rubbing large, long, circles.
"Ahh..." you can't help but moan when his thumb brushes terribly close to your cunt.
Then he does it again. The same spot, wet with jasmine oil. The scent grows stronger, and the air becomes taut with sensual tension.
"Mmh—ri—right there."
"Feeling good?" His smooth voice is so much closer than you thought it was, almost a whisper in your ears.
"So—yeah, soooo nice..."
Your cunt twitches, the minute distance between his thumb and your folds so unbearable. You can feel stickiness, wanting to clench your thighs together. The jasmine only makes you more lightheaded and aroused, the scent heady.
"Hmm, that's odd. I don't think I put any oil there," he says wryly. "Wonder what it is."
And before you even know it, he brushes his thumb against your wet folds, smearing the slick.
"Fuck..." The moan comes, needy and whiny, and you clench your thighs together harshly.
"Is it what I think it is? Hmm. Ma'am, this hardly feels professional." And yet you feel the intrusion of a single finger, sliding against your hole, jabbing against your clit.
"Raf—"
"I could get fired, sweetheart."
His finger enters your cunt, rolling and thrusting. It's long, the source of your frequent fixation whenever you see him. Deft when painting and skilled when fingerfucking the life out of you.
Rafayel adds a second finger, his pointer sliding in tandem with his middle in bruising your walls. You whine, sweaty body jerking in the rhythm of his fingers. Your slick puddles on the cot below, cloudy and messy, just as doused as your lover's talented fingers.
"Well this is supposed to be a full body massage..." he mutters, breathy, "I would have been a terrible masseur had I not started stretching your beautiful pussy, either."
"Mmmh—yeah—fuck!" you choke out, feeling him hit gold in your cunt.
Rafayel targets the spongy spot, prodding and massaging it with his fingertips, making you see stars. But the longer he sees your writhing body and gushing cunt, the more difficult it gets to ignore the tent in his pants. His cock aches, straining against the fabric, yearning to be taken out.
"Cutie," he starts, already unbuttoning his pants with his available hand. "How would you feel about using a different kinda liquid for the rest of the massage?"
"Hu—huh?" You try angling your head back to see him but to no avail.
You hear a schlick, schlick, schlick from somewhere behind you, growing faster as he continues pumping and scissoring your cunt open, with the addition of a third finger reaching under to rub your clit in an entirely different rhythm.
Rafayel, right hand virtually buried in your heat, continues stroking his large cock with his left. The tip weeps precum, oozing out in thin strings. He reaches and gathers some of your fluids with the same hand, slathers it all over his raging erection, and wets his lips at the sight of your arousal on his length. He would put it in, typical pussy massage and all, but he has another idea.
As your cunt grows more sensitive from his long fingers, his dick throbs painfully.
"The other kinda liquid 'm gonna put on you, sweetheart," he says, "will make your skin glow. Gonna—ahh—look even more ravishing than you already are—shiiit."
It hits your skin, wet, squirting all over your back, ass, and even the backside of your cunt. A broken moan—you, maybe him, you don't know—rings throughout the room, and you feel something hard hit your ass, settling plushly on top of it with a wet slap.
The squirts keep coming and you shiver, knowing Rafayel's spent dick sits right near your sopping hole. And that thought stirs you to reaching a much-needed high. His fingers delve in and out, mixing his cum with yours—the perfect, filthy massage. Quickly, your orgasm washes over you, harsh and powerful, juices dripping out of your cunt paired with the largest whine.
Rafayel fucks you through it, continually scraping some of his cum and fucking that in with his fingers, too. The jasmine oil is long gone—only the musk of his and your arousal remains. Your back is decorated with his seed in shiny streaks, a lewd masterpiece fashioned by his hands.
And right after you're done, limbs and pussy jelly (just like you wanted) and the day's stress thoroughly fucked out of your mind, he leans back down to kiss your temple.
"Hope you liked that massage, cutie. Visit me again the next time you're stressed. In the end, I'll fuck it out of you the harder way."
content: afab!reader x dom!Phainon; penetrative sëx (p in v); lotta teasing from his end; biiig díck; short cockwarming; püssy-slapping; crëampie; begging; dirty talk; freaknon...
wc: 997
"Phainon, stop—mmmh—teasin' and put it in, already!"
"Put what?" He says in faux obliviousness as he towers above you, dick hanging in front of your hole.
"God, you full well know—" a drawn-out moan exits through your lips as he prods his tip against your entrance. He's so close but so fucking far that it infuriates you to no end.
Phainon takes his cock, wrapping his hand around its thick, thick girth, and drags the head slowly in circles over your slicked folds. Up, down, up, down, up, down—coating every surface of your cunt with your fluids.
"Aw, sweetheart, can't handle it?" He purrs sinfully, voice dripping over your ears like hot honey. "I haven't even put it in yet."
You groan in both pleasure and frustration, "Ahh—exactly! If only you'd jus—"
His cock falls on your cunt with a loud, wet slap, meaty length slotting against you perfectly. You go quiet for a second, and then mewl at the prolonged contact. You clench around it, seeking some kind of stimulation, something, because Phainon gets off on dangling his dick like a carrot in front of you and you keep chasing it to inevitably fall into this trap. Because you can never get enough.
"Look at you." He muses while you cover your eyes with your hands, unable to handle this torture. You know his eyes are twinkling, thoroughly enjoying seeing you twitching, the cute dimples on his face peeking from his enjoyment.
"My limelight." He utters name reverently, doing anything but. "So needy."
Another lift of his cock and a slap.
"So eager for my fat dick."
Slap.
"For me."
Phainon pushes his finger under your folds to fully expose your clit, the mere brush of his fingertip sending shivers down your spine. One more time, he lets it plop down, and it thwacks against your swollen nub. Thighs jerking, you blather little prayers of 'please, please, please', only for Phainon to withdraw. You've given up on being angry; now you just want him inside of you. Slowly removing your palms, you peek down and let out a small whimper at the view.
All you see is the top of his gorgeous cock, head crimson with pearly precum beading out of it. He's just as worked up as you are, but for some reason he's not putting it the fuck in.
He's toying with you. That's what it is.
So you push up on your hands, leveraging the movement to grind yourself against his length.
"Hey—!" Phainon groans at the sensation of his dick pressed right up against him, coupled with your warm, slick pussy.
"Phai, pleeease put in f'me..." You whine and arch your back wantonly, skin on fire.
In only 10 seconds, you're able to see the moment he breaks; when his gleeful azure eyes darken and his groans turn guttural. He separates from you, making you cry in protest, only to meet you face to face, his body hovering over yours and his hands gripping both sides of your waist in a vice.
It's then that you feel the languid drag of his dick into your cunt.
"Ahh—! Fuck, Phainon—!" He meets every ridge of your walls, millimeter by millimeter.
He's taking his precious, endless time, just as he did before, to make you feel. Every step of the way. His precum and your arousal swirl where you meet, little clear threads and bubbles of it oozing out by force of his veiny cock.
At the end of the maddeningly slow thrust, your cunt kisses a thatch of gray hair, and Phainon goes completely still, save for his quiet panting. He warms your insides, and you keen at the fullness—the sheer bliss of having his cock nestled deep within you, stretching your tight walls and moulding them to his shape.
And then he pulls out all the way and snaps his hips forward.
"Fuck!"
He thrusts over and over again just like that, stroking every sensitive spot painfully slow at first and rocking your walls next. Phainon sets the pace, a tsunami of force and arousal that pulls you under to drown you. Your lips hang open in an 'o' with each thrust, and fire pools in the base of your tummy.
"Hah—look at all of your juices. Wetting my—fuck—cock so well—" He breathes, eyes clouded with lust and mesmerized at the way his cock disappears into you, only to return more glossy each time.
Unbidden, you moan loudly, begging him to keep filling you, to keep making you feel his dick change the very chemistry of your cunt.
"Should've—mmh—made you beg for this before, darlin'—who knew you'd like it this much?"
"Yeeeeeah," you agree, feeling spit trickle out of your mouth. "Hate it when—when I can't feel you—finally put it in, baby..."
"Made my patience snap—" Phainon says and accentuates it with a hard, wet, plunge into you. His heavy balls slap against your skin, brushing the base of your pussy.
"Shit—'m cumming—" and fuck, you realize in your cockdrunk haze, he's gonna pull out. You don't want that.
"Inside." You whine, bringing a hand to caress his face, pinky gracing his sun tattoo. "'M on the pill. Inside."
And how could he say no? You already made him fuck you thoroughly, what's another step further?
Phainon lets himself go, releasing his seed deep into your pussy, his body spasming from pleasure. The spurts, white and viscous, shoot out and squelch against your throbbing walls and cervix. His cock, too fat to allow any of the cum dribble out, sits fixed in place, and your groin distends slightly, vulgarly, from the loads of seed.
The fullness of him combined with his hot cum sends you over the edge, and you cry out, hugging him closer to you with your legs, trying in some way to get him deeper inside you.
"You feel that?"
Yeah. Yeah you do.
end note: so down bad for him...as usual let me know if there are any bad spelling errors and such :)
