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Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) - G.S.

Synopsis. In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, FWḂ! Gojo, slight Sukuna x reader, rough VERY jealous séx, Satoru goes feraI omg, unprotected, FWḂ-to-lovers, thígh riding, fíngering, creampíe, overstím, spítting, implied thréesome, he’s a bit mean and possessive, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. Heheh, hoping y’all have a lovely week coming up <3

“-n’ there’s this really great café downtown with those cupcakes you like-”

“Toru.”

“-I’ll get ya some for that kick you need after a lecture with Yaga. Speaking of Yaga-”

“Toru-”

“-he’s the one in need of a kick. I swear, that man gave me a B on my presentation just because I caught him in the middle of his interpretive dance routine-”

“Satoru!”

At this, Satoru pauses in the middle of buckling up his jeans to throw a grave nod your way. “I know, right?” Promptly sauntering over to pick up his t-shirt from where it had been thrown onto your bedroom floor, “It gave me nightmares for a few days, too. Which is why we should go to that café tomorrow and then…”

You roll your eyes - partially out of frustration, partially out of necessity to rip your stare away from those sculpted shoulders on display. Decorated in angry, red scratches running down, down, down. Somehow, you manage to grit out, “Satoru I have a uh- date.”

And ah, was it a sight to behold - because, perhaps for the first time in the twenty-something years that Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc on this planet, he’s stunned into silence. 

Still very groggy from sleep, still very sinfully shirtless standing at the foot of your bed. His kiss-bitten lips fall slack as you plow on, “And it’s just- I can’t make it tomorrow night because he invited me to his party.” 

Party? This was the first time you canceled one of your…appointments with your friend-with-benefits - and it was for some party? Satoru could do parties, too - much better ones than this loser, he’s sure. Ones that would actually warrant you bailing on him.

Shaking away the strange thoughts ringing in his mind, he spits, “Who?” Just about all he could get out now. 

Whoever he was - it was true about the parties. Why would you want to waste any time going to something like that when Satoru was the one known for them on campus. Him and Suku-

“It’s Sukuna.”

“Oh.”

---

It was stupid - it was ridiculous. And you don’t know why Sukuna ever agreed to this scheme, but here you were, glued to his side like his favorite lil’ plaything for the night. 

“What?” you shout for the nth time tonight, scooting closer on the couch. And you see his lips move, yet, to your frustration - despite being seated so flush against you - no sound comes out of them. 

Whatever they say about Sukuna and Satoru’s parties were true - and then some. Because right now, it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, let alone whatever Sukuna was talking about. Heaving out a sigh, you get ready to give up and suggest joining the thrumming dance floor - before, a large, soft hand glides down to your waist. 

Fingers digging into the plush of your hips as Sukuna yanks you easily to plop down onto his waiting lap. Thighs strong and steady underneath yours, meeting your surprised gaze with his smug one, “This better?”

His hot breath fans the shell of your ear, sending traitorous shivers running along your spine - all the way down to where Sukuna was resting hand right above where your tight dress was hiking up. 

Involuntarily, you find yourself nodding along, “Y-yeah. Much better.”

“Good.”

Fuck, you could feel each and every rumble of his broad chest against yours as he continues the conversation like nothing happened. The faint tap! tap! tap! of Sukuna’s fingers drumming on your squirming hips to the beat of the pounding music. 

And it’s really hard to forget where you are, yet it hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact - when his dark eyes widen at something over your shoulders. The steady beat of his fingers halting abruptly, “Oh?”

You knew what that look meant - knew who it meant. Because, really, there was only ever one person that could command as much attention in such a hazy, packed campus party.

Dipping your head, you hastily ask, “Is he looking over at us?”

To which Sukuna finally tears his gaze away, amusement and something else so dark swirling behind his gaze when he grabs the back of your throat. Whispering against the skin, “More than looking, pretty. Satoru’s planning my funeral and dancing on my grave already.” Moving up, voice dropping to a low, low whisper, “All according to plan, of course. N’ I think…” You jolt as he bites down on your earlobe, hard. “-that we should give him a lil’ show, hm?”

You bite back a soft moan, palms smoothing over Sukuna’s pecs to steady yourself. “And just what did you have in mind?”

“A little bit of this.” he grins, eyes flickering over behind you. “A little bit of that. And some of-” Sukuna chuckles at the way you’re so responsive underneath his touch, bucking when he gives your ass a tight squeeze. Tracing right up, up, up the middle of your spine, “-this.” Lips just inches away from yours now, close. “And you get him as a new boyfriend, and I get killed for taking what I can’t have.”

You feel something soft - fleeting. 

And then immediately Sukuna’s pulling away, those lips that were just barely one yours curling up into such a sly smirk, “Yo, Satoru.”

You stiffen at the name - and the burning hole being stared into your back right now - whipping your head around to be met face-to-face with a towering Satoru. Brows furrowed, biceps rippling when he crosses his arms, lips drawn tight as he hisses through his teeth, “Seems the two of you are having a lot of fun.”

Oh, were you thankful for Sukuna’s sharp mouth right about now. Because while you’re still sitting there with your mouth stupidly agape, he muses, “Mhm, a lot of fun.” Thumbing your face back towards him, “Isn’t that right, pretty?”

Fuck, those were fighting words, ones that had Satoru looming closer - practically sandwiching you between the two men.

“I’m sure she can speak for herself.” he snaps back, slender fingers circling your wrist. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I dunno, Toru.” And, well, maybe you were an idiot. Maybe you were a mastermind, because you only bat your lashes up at Satoru so deceivingly innocently. “Kuna here-” relishing in the way he flinches at the nickname, “-was jus’ telling me how great of a boyfriend he’d be. Right?”

The other man nods, “Since this pretty lil’ thing is single, thought I might as well take a shot.”

“Please.” Satoru was pulling you closer against him now, irritated huffs prickling waves of goosebumps across your skin. Words venomous, “Some boyfriend he’d be. I’m sure he’d do nothing other than give you weak dick and bore you to death.”

Sukuna scoffs, “Right, because yours is so much better?”

“You really think you have what it takes to satisfy this lil’ minx?”

Both men were gritting their teeth, trapping you between them. People were starting to stare now - some even pulling their phones out to start recording in case of a fight. And before the argument could escalate until that point, you catch Sukuna’s eye. Cutting off whatever next retort was on the tip of his tongue with a short, subtle shake of your head. 

“Well then…” he instead purrs, grinning as if he was in on some inside joke between the two of you - on purpose, of course, just to watch Satoru’s eyes grow harder. “Guess if I’m ‘boring her to death’ then you-” Sukuna gives you a little push, nudging you towards Satoru’s chest. “-can teach her all about fun.”

Before you can react, two strong arms are looping your waist, helping you stand up - and pulling you clean off of Sukuna’s lap. 

You’re hit with Satoru’s expensive, heady cologne - and his chest against your back, rock-hard, chest thumping wildly. You blink up at that uncharacteristically clenched jaw, “Toru?”

Now, you’ve seen him moody, you’ve seen him irritated - but never to this extent. Positively fuming, teeth grit, jolting at the mere sound of your voice as if his whole body was hit with a wave of electricity. Like some hidden, primal part of himself was being poked so dangerously awake when you softly intertwine your fingers with his. All gentle against his almost bruising hold, you question, “Are you alri-”

You don’t get to finish the question, because all it takes is another slow, leering grin flashed at you from Sukuna before Satoru mutters, gravelly. “Excuse us, then. I must have a talk with my woman.”

Starting to walk in long, fast strides upstairs - with you all stumbling and trying to keep up behind him. 

Urgent. Dangerous.

“Extra room’s unlocked, you two!” you hear Sukuna call out after the both of you. And the last sight you see of him is when he mouths a silent “You’re welcome.”. One hand flashing you a thumbs up, the other adjusting the crotch of his pants. “Have fun.”

Satoru only clicks his tongue, moving very purposefully towards where Sukuna’s bedroom was instead.

“Woah- Toru, slow down.” you yelp, out of breath at his ruthless pace. But of course, since this is Satoru, he won’t have it any way other than stopping immediately in his tracks. Turning briefly around to you - only to wrap two arms around your waist, throwing you so easily over his shoulder like some ragdoll. Large palms tugging down the hem of your ass as he continues walking. “Y-you’re so-”

So what? Mean? Jealous? Playing right into your hands?

You don’t even know - nor do you really care, because Satoru finally reaches his destination.

“Fuck- here.” he spits.

Slam!

The door is flung open so hard it almost rattles off its hinges - and you aren’t faring any better. Because no sooner has Satoru stepped inside, he’s throwing you onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. 

The mattress dips as he slowly makes his way up to you, your legs quiver at how much he just looked like a man starved - eyes half-lidded and crazed, hair ruffled. Having finally found a full meal in years. Darkly eyeing down the way you’re splayed out like such a slut on the mattress, dress hiking up with each bounce at the sheer force of his throw. 

“So-” Satoru’s fingers reach out to lazily unbuckle the straps of your heels. Lingering much more than necessary. “-got anything to say?”

You bite your lower lip, holding back a delighted grin while his hands dance up your thigh to fiddle with that garter you knew he’d love. Slow. Agonizingly slow. Cocking your head in faux-confusion, “Hmm, like what?”

“Oh I dunno.” Satoru muses, saccharine sweet. And oh you could tell by his tone that he didn’t like that - didn’t want to like it. Running his fingers feather-light all the way down your legs to fling that useless garter onto the floor. “How about a ‘oh I’m so sorry, Toru, for bailing on you and acting like such a slut with the biggest asshole on campus jus’ to rile you up.’” 

You bristle at his mockingly high tone, oh yeah, your plan worked - hell, maybe too well. 

Teeth clenched, you hiss, “Well what are you gonna do about it, Toru?” Jutting your chin in defiance, “You’re not even my boyfriend. Maybe he jus’ fucks me better than you.”

“Say that again.”

Fuck, it takes you a second to even recognise his voice as your familiar friend-with-benefits. So jagged and raw. 

And yet, you’re still running your mouth - so close to his. Too close. “Maybe he jus’ fucks me be-”

Now, usually you were the one that’d shut up Satoru mid-sentence - this time, however, he’s the one crashing his lips against yours. Swallowing the rest of that sentence in such a messy clash of teeth, and spit, and desperation. 

Pulling ever-so-slightly on your glossy lower lip with his teeth, “Say it again, sweetheart.”

Oh, you knew you shouldn’t. Not one bit. But you do it anyway, letting out a muffled, “He f-”

And again. And again and again and-

Each and every time Satoru’s kissing away your mean little words, a large hang coming up around your throat to thumb apart your lips further. “Open.” he hisses against your mouth, so angry. 

It’s as if on autopilot when you do, bruised lips sagging open. Leaving the perfect lil’ opening for Satoru to spit onto your lolling tongue, once. Twice. Thrice. Until your bleary eyes are snapping open, whining against Satoru’s iron-hold fist when you pathetically try to pull away in embarrassment.

Because shit, let it be known that Gojo Satoru has perfect aim - except for when it comes to you. Letting the steady strip of spit splatter against the side of your mouth, gliding his thumb to smear it all over your lips.

“How cute.” Satoru coos, eyes hooded. He gives your pouty mouth a final, chaste peck, sucking softly on your bottom lip. Chuckling, “Makin’ me almost forget you were locking lips with some other bitch earlier.”

And Satoru has the audacity to laugh - laugh - hoarse, and humorless at the way your jaw drops open in disbelief. Humming into your throat, “Yer right, though, m’not your boyfriend.” He leaves little bite marks down your racing pulse, your collarbone, your tits spilling out of your sinful dress. Eyes just devouring you through his long lashes, “But that doesn’t make you any less mine.”

Sitting back on the mattress, all it takes him is a simple tug on your hips to seat you so prettily on his lap. Your legs trembling around his thick thighs, gasping at the feeling of something so rock-hard right under your clothed pussy. 

“Since ya like riding thighs so much, sweetheart-” Bunching your dress up at your hips, gripping your waist - tight. “-let’s see how you like mine.”

“What- oh ngh- fuck-” you’re gasping when he just starts dragging your sloppy hips down his thigh. Long, harsh movements that don’t even ease you into it. 

“Shit.” Satoru groans at the feeling of your cunt drooling, seeping into his skin already. He’s angling his head to spy on the heavenly view - hooking a finger around your drenched panties. “This damn thing is-” Pulling - tearing. “-in the way.”

You’re gasping when Satoru pulls back to look at you with a content grin, dangling the flimsy fabric around his finger like a badge of honor. “You’re- ngh- buying me a new one.”

“Oh, anything for you.” he’s grazing his teeth along your earlobe, fingers finding their way back on your hips to grind them on his thigh, back and forth. Up and down up and down up and- “Or is that what you wanted me to say?”

And shit Satoru is so mean with the way he gives your ass a sharp smack! Pulling your whiny face closer, grinning sternly against your lips. “Why don’t you ask that new boytoy of yours to buy you some, huh?” 

“B-but-”

“B-b-but-” he mocks, bouncing his knees up and down to get you to slide your cunt down his long thighs faster. Puffy folds spreading so shamefully open - so shamefully good. “You were so happy being such a slut for him before, right?” Just goading on your poor self to huff and puff in a way that made his cock twitch wildly. “So why are you here? With me?”

You’re stubbornly keeping your lips sealed shut to keep yourself from crying out - and oh, Satoru didn’t like that. Almost as much as he didn’t like seeing you giving those beautiful heart-eyes at some other bastard.

“Oh? Playing shy now?” Smack! “What happened to the slut from earlier, huh?” Bouncing his knee faster. The pads of his long fingers sting into your skin, sure to leave bruises for him to admire later - and for some people to take note of. Pulling - drawing your cunt to hump him like a bitch in heat. “Tha’s alright, pretty. I get it.” 

And Satoru - mean, mean Satoru - waits until your features soften in relief, almost letting out a sigh - before dipping a hand down to brush a thumb at your pretty clit. Hard. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to bring her out.”

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl, nails digging into Satoru’s shoulders when he starts to draw frenzied, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. “S’too- good- oh my god-”

“‘Toru’ works jus’ fine, sweetheart.” 

But oh for how confident Satoru was talking you into insanity, he can’t help but gape in wonder down below him, awe-struck with how sloppy you were. He could see you sweet sweet juices trailing down his palm, that glossy sheen on his thigh. “You’re so dripping wet, pretty. Who’re you this wet for? Me or-” Satoru’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, turning your head to the adjacent wall, where Sukuna had a framed photograph of himself - because of course he did. “-him?”

Fuck, Satoru can’t even be mad at the way he feels your cunt clench in surprise - because the feeling is so heavenly. His pretty girl, getting off on just his thigh.

Hips stuttering as you move faster - sloppier. So, so filthily all the way from around his knee just till where you could feel the curve of his massive erection. 

He doesn’t even have to move your hips for you anymore - you’re moving as if on instinct at this point. And it makes him smirk, “Heh, such a slutty lil’ thing aren’t ya? Gettin’ off on my thigh?” Feeling you push your hips down hard - so hard. Pelvis desperately trying to hit all your sweet spots, “N’ who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

It’s all you can do to manage out a whimpering “Y-you.”

But, of course, that wasn’t enough. And Satoru’s only quirking his fingers just enough on your clit to make you cry out loud. “Yeah tha’s more like it. Louder now - who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

“You-”

“N’ who got you this fucking wet?”

You cry out when Satoru angles his leg up ever-so-slightly to watch gravity slide you faster down his thigh. Clit catching so fucking obscenely along the fabric of his pants. Ruthless.

“F-fuck you, Toru!”

“Mhmmm, thought so.” His hot tongue darts out to catch those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the unforgiving stimulation. Muscled thighs burning lightly now - faster -  fingers so erratic. Only getting even more so. “Cuz you’re mine aren’t ya?”

You cum so hard - violent, even - that you don’t realize when you are. Just that you’re letting out a broken sob of Satoru’s name while he toys so relentlessly with your clit through your high.

Flashes of white in your vision, your heartbeat in your ears. So good that you’re almost tearing apart his button-up to shreds, hips jerky and sensitive as you your sloppy cunt gushes all over Satoru’s thigh. And, fuck, you’ve never felt so much like such a slut than when you look down to catch the glossy coating all over it. 

One that Satoru swipes thumb at - pooling the syrupy slick on his fingerpad before bringing up to his pretty pink lips and-

Pop! 

“Mmm.” He groans, muffled. “Fuck, you’re so sweet - could taste you forever.” Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste, “Almost makes me forget that you didn’t answer my last question.”

And you don’t know what you’re reeling more from - the way that Satoru throws you around so easily, pushing you back until you’re splayed out against the plush mattress, shaky legs on his shoulders, arms around his neck. Or from the realization that shit, you’d been too busy losing your absolute sanity to answer his question. 

“I- I didn’t hear.” you make up an excuse, heels digging into the muscles of Satoru’s shoulders now. “I’m yours, Tor-”

“Now now, don’t try that with me, sweetheart.” Satoru cuts off your flurry of apologies, kissing softly at the ankle beside his neck while he pulls off your dress and bra. You didn’t need those, anyway. “Guess I just hafta prove it to ya, right?”

And fuck was he well and fully intent on proving it to you. Because the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s peeling down his drenched pants - and those unnecessary boxers right along with it, too. 

Satoru hisses when his painfully hard erection smacks against those toned abs, smearing precum in a small, filthy little pool. So so angry with the need to be inside your tight pussy - to prove to you from the inside out that you were his. 

“Ya like what you see?” he notices your fixed stare at his cock. Greedily following the precum beading at his fat, red head, making its way between Satoru’s prominent veins. To those tufts of white way down, down, down- “Hey there.” You’re startled out of your little reverie by two wet fingers being snapped in your face, “As flattered as I am, this is actually my favorite part.”

And fuck you could see why it was.

Because it felt so sinful to watch with bated breath at the way Satoru fists his swollen cock, gliding his weeping tip between your swollen folds. Letting your pretty pussy slobber all over him. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing. 

“P-please, Toru-” you whine around the fifth time he’s “accidentally” nudging at your poor clit. Hips bucking up in need for more more more- “Enough teasing, jus’ wan’ you ngh- inside me.”

To Satoru, no sweeter words have been spoken. But he still manages to curl his lips into a leering smirk at your fucked-out, needy self. “Funny. Coming from someone who shit- pretty, you’re pussy’s trynna suck me up - who couldn’t wait to bail on me tonight for some other hah- jerk.” He presses his thick tip down on your clit, on purpose. “Would’ve fucked you ngh- real nicely, tonight, y’know? What a shame.” 

You can only watch when he draws his hips back, lining up right with your sloppy hole. “What a shame m’gonna ah- fuck you like the slut you are right now.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - to your snug cunt, to your fucking lungs it felt like. 

“Oh- oh fuck, Toru-” you keen, back arching off the bed at the stretch. Satoru’s girth was rubbing up against your gummy walls and stretching them out so good. All the way until all you could feel was the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing cock pushing between your legs. “God, s’too big-”

“No no no, you don’t get to say that.” Satoru spits into your open mouth, hips jutting forward like some animal in short, shallow grinds to bully himself deeper. “You don’t get to fuck- ngh- act all coy when you brought this upon yourself.” His words come out faster - more slurred. Falling out faster and faster as his hips do, “Not when you decided t-to act like a lil’ slut hah- n’ guess what?”

Whether it was a rhetorical question or not - you weren’t sure. All you know is that you’re mewling up tearily at such a feral Satoru, “W-what?”

To which he only smiles against your lips, hips suddenly going still. Dangerously still. “N’ that means m’gonna fuck you like one.”

Before you can even react, he’s pushing in all in one go. Fuck, it never got easier even after so long. 

“Oh- fuck I can’t take it- all-” you cry helplessly as he keeps pushing past that first ring of resistance. The curve of his cock massaging all those hidden sweet spots inside while he keeps splitting you apart deeper and deeper - not daring to even slow down. Not until Satoru’s well satisfied with the kiss of your bruised cervix against his thick head ,heavy balls smacking against your marked-up ass. 

“See? Knew you could take it, you always do.”

And then he’s moving - not with the slow, persistent determination from before, no. Satoru was so animalistic, bouncing you unapologetically on the mattress. 

Hands keeping your hips still to let him ram his entire cock inside your tight pussy. Over and over and-

“Still don’t think you’re not- fuck- mine, sweetheart?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair to see you better, to drink in the sight of your puffy folds bulging around his cock. Struggling to take in each mean thrust, “Because this seems ngh- reeeeal convincing that you are.”

You scrunch your brows in a pathetic plea, “I-I am yours, Toru- ngh-”

But he only brings his ear closer, “What was th-that? Didn’t hah- hear you-” Hands pushing apart your legs until they burned at the stretch. Until you were so shamefully on display for him, “You hah- need more convincing? Oh, I see.”

“I don’t! Oh- T-ngh”

It’s all you can do to let out teary, broken moans when Satoru rolls his hips harder. So carefully practiced with the way he locates your sweet spot easily. 

“Yeah? You hah- like that?” he groans, words punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust. All hitting the bulls-eye each and every time. “Like me f-fuckin’ you like you’re mine?”

At this point, you’re scrambling at the damp sheets, the headrest, Satoru’s shoulders - just anything and everything to hold onto whatever’s left of your sanity - which seemed to be slipping away with each press of Satoru’s head against your g-spot. 

But it still wasn’t enough.

Languidly, he brings a hand over to pinch your ravaged clit between two fingers. Having you whine so prettily with each roll of his fingertips. “Answer the question, pretty.”

“Yes!” you gasp, feet kicking at the sheer overstimulation. “I love it- ngh shit shit shit- I love it, Toru- love it so much.”

Shit, you might’ve just broken him.

Because while you may have thought that this answer would calm your Satoru down a bit - it only made him snap. Eyes widening, hips stuttering, swollen lips falling into such a fucked-out oh! - he looked like an absolute wreck.

Letting out a low, throaty groan of, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna be the ngh- death of me.” With this, he’s pressing his sweaty forehead onto yours, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs that match his merciless cadence. “Wish they could fuck- see you like this.” Ramming inside you harder - meaner. Giving your clit a light smack! before he starts playing with it once more. “I’d ah- fuck you in front of all those losers that think they have a chance just to show off how good you are f’me. Because you’re fuck fuck fuck- my good girl, right?”

You nod as much as you can, head just spinning with each brush of Satoru’s dick against your sensitive spots. Fingers twirling at your clit just as dizzyingly. Letting your slick glisten all over his wrist - his painfully squeezing balls - all the way up to his abs with how hard he was fucking into your tight pussy.

The both of you were getting so sloppy now. No care or concern for the party still raging on outside, not when your gummy walls were sucking up Satoru’s aching cock like that. 

“No one ngh- can fuck you like this.” Satoru sucks on your lower lip. Ragged, like it pained him to keep talking, but he couldn’t stop anyway. “No one.” Milking you harder and harder like he was high off your sweet moans. More desperate - depraved. “Cuz m’yours.”

And he repeats that - into your lips, into your forehead, down your neck - over and over while you cum so fucking hard all on his swollen cock. Plushy walls squeezing so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your high.

Ripping out strangled, raspy groans with each clench of your slutty cunt, “N’ you’re mine.” You think your vision gets hazy through your climax, and the only thing you can hear are those obscene squelches and Satoru’s voice. Like a mantra, “You’re mine- you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine- fuck you’re mine.”

Not straying too far behind, Satoru cums and he thinks he sees the pearly gates of heaven - with you, such an angel. 

So sweetly whining into his ear when he’s painting your walls white, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum into your awaiting pussy.

Blinking back his vision only to eye the way it overspills, dribbling down your slit with each harsh ram of his hips. 

“Wan’ go again-” Satoru groans. Only fucking his seed deeper and deeper and oh- he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t think he could stop with the way you were bringing out each and every single last drop like it was delicious. “F-fuck I needa go again. Swee-”

SLAM!

“Woah, seems the two of you are having a looota fun.”

Still not pulling out, both you and Satoru scramble to cover yourselves up with Sukuna’s now-soaked sheets. Well, mainly cover you up, for Satoru had no shame in staring the other man down. Scoffing out, “The fuck are you fuck- don’ squeeze me so hard, pretty- the fuck are you here for?”

“It’s my room, n’ I had a feeling you’d be here.” Sukuna lets the door shut so agonizingly slow, flashing the two of you a lazy, devilish grin. “Besides - this is my date, after all.”

A/N. Plagiarism of work not authorized.

thinking about your friend, kento being there to comfort you when you broke up with your now ex boyfriend.

your friend, kento who always brings you as his plus one whenever his friends are hosting a party.

your friend, kento who checks up on you everyday. asking if you’ve eaten already, and if you haven’t, expect him knocking on your door holding takeouts.

your friend, kento who punched the guy that was eyeing you very wrong.

your friend, kento who makes sure that you’re always safe whenever you two get paired in missions.

your friend, kento who calls you when he can’t sleep. who’s a better company other than you, right?

your friend, kento who invites you to a dinner, making you wear something fancy.

your friend, kento who finally confessed about how he felt towards you.

your friend, kento who starts getting worried when to atmosphere started growing heavy. did he just ruin your friendship? what will happen now? were you surprised? will you ever talk to him again—

your friend, kento whose ears perk up when you finally said something.

your friend, kento who smiles when he heard you say ‘i like you, too, kento.’

your friend, kento who takes you out on dates at least 3-4 times a week.

your friend, kento whose heart almost jumps when you finally told him that you wanted to be his girlfriend.

your boyfriend, kento who loves and cherish you so much. throughout the months that you two have been together, the way he cared for you never faltered.

your boyfriend, kento who thinks of a way on how to put a ring on your finger... because, it’s only right that he makes you his, right?

Sometimes Nanami would “accidentally” leave his packed lunch at home just so his beautiful, angel of a wife delivers it to him at his workplace and show up in your cute little sundress that always looks so lovely and flattering on you. He adores you so much— he always enjoyed showing you off and letting all his coworkers see how gracefully gorgeous the woman he married is.

But it always ends up with you being bent over his work desk with your floral dress all hiked up around your waist while he’s on his knees, nose-deep into your gushy, cum filled cunt that he just stuffed his big morning load in not even three hours ago before he left for work, greedily eating it out your overflowing pussy while your soft tits are spilling out of the dress, wrinkling all the important papers and documents that needs to be filled out by him.

“You’re such a good girl darlin’, always obeying and doing whatever I say. God what did I do to deserve a wonderful wife like you” he mumbled against your drooling core. His warm breath tickling your exposed pussy as he placed an affectionate kiss on your puffy clit. His whole mouth is decorated with strings of the mixed cum that he skillfully licked out of you a moment ago.

Of course, he carried a weightful amount of guilty for making you drive all the way here, just for him to do something so inappropriate and lewd but the way your little pussy would get so uncontrollably soaked and loud while he’s tonguing your tight hole— there’s no way you don’t enjoy it as much as he does.

He might as well ask you to serve your pretty pussy on a silver platter because that’s the lunch he’s always so desperate and hungry to be having.

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he hates that you’re embarrassed of your facial expressions when he’s pleasuring you. when your hands cover your face in embarrassment he detaches his lips from around your nipple and looks at you unamused. he had prepared for this. the cuffs that he attached to his headboard came in handy. with your hands successfully restrained he goes back to work on your nipples.

“never hide your pretty face from me.” he mumbles against your chest.

GOJO, osamu, EREN, SUNA, getou, LEVI, diluc, iwaizumi, uzui, NANAMI, ayato, zhongli

Perverted things JJK men do (established relationship)

Gojo

Cums in your conditioner bottle. He loves knowing that you wear him with you every day, that when people brush against you and inhale your sweet scent, they’re also smelling him. Satoru likes to think that it sends, on a cellular level perhaps, a message telling them you’re taken, by him. 

Intent on keeping this a secret, he does the grocery shopping every time you let him know you’re running out. Unscrewing the bottle, he places the head of his cock into the hole just as he’s about to reach his peak, jerking his long and pink cock off as fast as he can, biting his bottom lip to keep from making a noise that might alert you to the depravity that’s going on in the bathroom. 

Then, once he’s spilled his seed, he screws the lid back on and shakes vigorously to ensure it’s all mixed in properly and that every pump will have his cum in it. Satoru counts the hours until you excuse yourself to the bathroom and waits, in anticipation and with a leaky cock, for you to emerge all fresh and brand spanking new.

He’s never once told anyone else this, and he himself does not understand why he feels the urge to be so perverted. Sometimes he wonders how you’d react if he told you. Would you get mad? Make him stop? Or maybe you’d find it hot or adorable?

Whatever it’ll be, Satoru’s not eager to find out anytime soon. So, he continues his routine, smiles when you get a compliment on your hair, and frowns when you say you want to stop using hair conditioner and wear a hair mask instead.

What the heck is a hair mask?

Geto

Takes advantage of your sleeping form. It started off completely innocent. He just liked watching the faces you make: your brows furrow when you’re having a nightmare, your bottom lip quivers when you exhale just a little too hard, and you sometimes smile when you’re having a dream he can only hope involves him. 

But then, the urge to do something darker, something secretive overwhelmed him. At night, you’re completely vulnerable. He loves pushing what he can get away with. He’ll manoeuvre your body into positions he likes — arms wide open so he can see your breasts press against the thin confines of your tank top, nipples hard and poking through; legs spread and feet together in a butterfly position so he can see your panties tight against your pussy lips, the imprints defined and he can run his finger down the seam, pressing harder where your clit is just to hear your gasp; and keeping your body still so he can pull the neckline of your tank top down, baring your beautiful tits to the night air and wrap them around his cock.

He juts between the valley, tip knocking into your chin and leaving a wet trail that breaks off as he pulls back just to thrust forward again. Careful not to thrust too hard, lest the bed creaks and you're jostled awake, he uses the immorality of his act to get himself going, knowing that you're vulnerable to his ministrations. But Suguru isn't a bad boyfriend, so he leans back and presses hard against your pussy, rubbing you to an orgasm only your sleeping form can appreciate.

Ever the gentleman, he cums into a tissue and not into your mouth, and only then can he fall asleep beside you. Then, in the morning, he shrugs when you wonder why you're always soaked in the morning. Must have had a wet dream, he says.

Choso

Takes your dirty panties with him for moral support. You don’t know he does this and he’d very much like to keep it that way in case you chalk it up to him being a curse and not knowing what's right and wrong. He knows it's wrong. The truth is, he just really really likes you. Loves you, in fact. So, he sneakily steals a panty or two from the laundry basket and stuffs them in his pockets. 

There’s just something about being able to carry you with him whenever he goes. Whether, it’s whilst he’s in the car, sparring, or on a mission. He can take a piece of you out and inhale your scent, bask in your sweetness, and memorise every part of you to heart. 

Of course, his intentions aren’t entirely romantic and pure. He also really likes to jerk off with your used panties wrapped around his cock. It’s shameful and embarrassing and so depraved, he knows that, but that’s precisely what gets him going. Knowing you’d be shocked bye the extent of his adoration for you makes him thrust faster. He imagines you watching, with that saccharine sweet voice, telling him to show you just how much he loves you. And he never wants to disappoint you, so in the car, parked somewhere dark, he presses the cold, wet spot of the gusset to his nose and takes a long and deep inhale. 

The car shakes with the ferocity of his jerking. One hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and the other holding your panties to his cock head, connecting his tip to where you were and imagining that it’s your pussy wrapped around him. The scent, the wetness, the wrongness of it all makes him cum harder than he should. And just in time to pick you up too. This way when he gets to have the real thing with you, he’ll last longer. 

Toji

Pisses you off on purpose. Can’t blame him. You’re so fucking adorable when you’re mad. Seriously. You make this pouting face when you think whatever excuse he’s giving you is complete and utter bullshit, which it is. Then, you’ll cross your arms, pushing those bouncy tits up, foot tapping and accentuating your long legs. Stomping around and yelling as if you know what you’re doing. You should know by now that raising your voice only gets him hard. And damn, when you smack his chest to get his attention, it makes his dick jump in his boxers. 

Leaving the toilet seat up or not using a coaster, all of it irks you and gets him going. Of course, he doesn’t do it often; you’ll goddamn leave him if he did, that’s for sure. So, he saves his little tricks up his sleeve for when he’s really horny. Like now, when he didn’t take the meat out of the freezer to defrost in time for when you came home. You’re talking his ear off about how irresponsible he is, shrugging off your work clothes one by one until you’re left in a white button up and just panties, completely blind to how he’s grinning ear to ear, watching you bend over, showing him the smooth, round fats of your ass. 

God, he loves the infuriated look on your face. You’re fuming. The best part about it all is the angry sex you’re about to have. Maybe you like to get mad at him for the same reason. Maybe you hope, as you walk up to the door of your house, that he’s fucked up something, anything. And who is he to deny you? So, with faux indignation, he grabs you by the throat and hisses for you to shut the fuck up, get on your knees and open that pretty mouth of yours. Put it to better use than yapping, he says, eyes rolling back at the intensity of your suction.

Nanami

Swaps out your birth control for sugar pills. He knows it’s wrong. God, does he ever. But the temptation is too hard to resist. Kento’s already pushing it with the fact that he convinced you to get on the pill so you can make love with no barrier between you two but he just had to go a step further and make sure that the pill is useless. 

It only started recently. He just wanted to fuck once knowing he could be making you a mommy at any given moment. The thought of you all plump and round with his child drives him crazy. It makes him rut into you with no rhyme or rhythm, just pushing the overflowing cum he’s already pumped in there deeper into your pussy, tutting when they spill out of you. Thumbing the errant drops, he tells you to open up and pushes it down your throat; if his cum won’t go into your womb then it should go into your stomach, right?

The tears in your eyes from the overstimulation makes his cock throb. This one of the very rare moments he ever allows himself to make you cry and he imagines you'll also cry tears of joy when you find out you're pregnant with his child, and again when the baby, a little girl he hopes, is in your arms.

Kento knows he’ll be good to you. He’ll be so good. He’ll massage your swollen feet, waddle you over to the toilet, pulling your panties down for you when you can’t, tending to every craving no matter how odd and no matter at what time. You know he’ll be a good father — he’s sweet, caring, firm when needed, reliable and dependable. So, he reasons that you won’t mind if his seed does take hold. 

You love raw sex just as much as he does, after all. 

Sukuna

Makes you think he’s going to kill you. He has no remorse. The high is incredible. You have a penchant for pissing him off, so when his irritation finally boils over, you see a glint in his eyes and a tick in his jaw that very much tells you one thing: run. 

Of course, he has a soft spot for you so he gives you a head start. He’s a monster, not a man. Every part of him is attune to his surroundings. He knows every inch of the estate and better yet, he knows you. Where you like to hide, where you think he’d think to look, and where your little legs could take you in the short time he gave you. Sukuna could seek you out immediately, but the fun isn’t in the victory. It’s in the conquest. 

Voice loud, he taunts, “I can smell your fear, woman. I can hear your pathetic quivering. I know where you are. And when I find you, I’m going to tear you to pieces.”

For the effect, he even picks up an unnecessary weapon. A stoke or an axe, something that will make a chilling noise as he drags it along the wooden floor or scrape it against the wall, letting you know he’s getting closer and closer. His cock is throbbing in his robes, heavy and swinging, as he takes a deep inhale of the fear permeating the air. It’s salty from the sheer prospect of pain and death, but also sweet because it’s undeniably yours. 

Entering your chambers, he rolls his eyes at how utterly predictable, and foolish, you are. You clear haven’t learnt from any of the stupid horror movies you’ve forced him to watch — hiding under the bed is the worst thing you can do. He reminds you of that when his big hand wraps around your ankle, fondling the frail bone, and tugs. Sukuna rejoices, and leaks cum, at the blood curdling cream you let out. 

You dangle in the air as his monstrous form towers over you. When he sniffs at your pussy and smells the juices you’re leaking out too, he knows you get off on the thrill too, and perhaps, that’s the real reason he loves this so much.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 thinking 'bout lovesick! yuji... best friend! yuji who is so in love with you but doesnt have the guts to outright tell you.

dies every time you two hang out 'cause you just prattle on and on about how you wish you had the experience of being eaten out... and you trust your best friend so much that it doesnt come as a shock or as anything other than a willingness to help you out when he tells you he'd volunteer.

easy to lay back against his bed, the same one you two spend so much time cuddling on in between classes and movie sessions. so easy to spread your legs for him and let him nose against your weeping cunt.

wondering why it's so warm and smells so good. eagerly nuzzling along your swollen lips, shamelessly sucking in the skin into his waiting mouth. and you don't know if its embarrasment that he doesn't look up at you once- not until you keen out his name all high and pretty.

easy to tangibly see how lovesick yuji is for you when he just sucks your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks. his hands balled into fists on either sides of your hips- not daring to touch. just follows around the canting of your hips with his bobbing head. he doesn't even mind when you buck up and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum in broken pants of his name and pleads.

pleads that fall on deaf ears because he's just too far gone, thinks that "just a little more- just a little bit more and i'll stop." but he never does.

its not until you take shaky hands and push against his forehead after cumming for the 3rd time. too weak to pick your head up off the bed for minutes at a time. and when you finally do- he's sitting there, fist wrapped around the print of his cock through grey sweats.

visibly shaking with the restrain he's going through, meeting eyes with yours when you have the ability to pick your head back up and see the way he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling- groaning an apology for getting too ahead of himself.

wondering... "do you ever wonder what cock feels like?" yuji asks, barely audible- like he wishes he could show you what that's like too. and to his dismay and utter relief, you nod pretty at him.

“fuck, she’s so pretty.”

yuuji’s eyes light warm as he spreads your cunt apart with his thumbs. he watches pink muscle clench, pretty, creamy slick ooze and web over your hole and his mouth waters. his tongue’s hanging out before he realizes, breath fanning across your hole before he delves into you again, only to pull back and sedate your needy cunt with an unfulfilling kiss to your clit.

“can i put the tip in, baby?”

his eyes twinkle up at you and even in your right mind you can’t say no. he clambers up your body, kissing and nipping your thighs and calves as he guides your legs over his shoulders. his bulbous tip presses hot up against your soft lips and he hisses, mouth meeting yours for a sloppy, spitty kiss.

“just the tip, promise.”

he’s reassuring, forehead against yours while his fat tip presses in and stretches. your mouths open together, bottom lips trembling, feeling of your soft, gummy walls around him making your toes curl. his hips struggle as they pull back and push forward, faint, sloppy pop of your soaked pussy making him groan.

“yuuji,” you whimper and his teeth grit. “yuuji, yuuji, yuu-!“

“‘s good huh, baby?” he slurs with a sloppy kiss to your open mouth. “feels good, all tight ‘n perfect ‘n soft for me.”

“uh huh,” your whimper is broken as his hands push your knees backwards. “‘s big, yuuji.”

“‘s big?” he huffs.

“uh huh.” you sigh, brows drawn. “gimme the rest.”

he looks up at you. sweat beads on his forehead and dots across his upper lip. he swallows, blunt nails gripping into your thighs.

“the rest?” he feels dizzy. “are you sure, princess?”

“please.” your broken little cry tears away at any self restraint he tried to maintain. “need it, yuu. give it t’me.”

he stills. for a second, one split second you think you’ve done something wrong. your eyes open, glossy and painted in confusion and your mouth parts to ask him why’d he stop but the words die in your throat along with any other thought in your head for the foreseeable future. his fat cock slides in one long, deep, full stroke, splitting you at your seam until your cunt’s so overwhelmed that it convulses right then and there and you’re forced to cum prematurely around him. his eyes look down at you in wild wonder, mercy devoid, restraint long gone.

“i hope you can take it, princess.” his hands tighten on you. “‘cause i’m not sure if i can hold back anymore. ‘m gonna make you give me another one, this time make it pretty for me.”

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New experiences

Pairing: pornstar Eren Yeager x fem!reader

Warnings : oh boy... NSFW, MINORS DNI! Modern!AU, pornstar!Eren rough sex, degradation, dirty talking, Eren being a hard dom, face slapping, spitting (just once)

A/N: I wrote this in a day, saw so many fics with Eren being a porn star and just needed to put my own twist to it too. I feel kinda embarrassed to post it cuz i dont think it's that good but oh well. Forgive any grammar mistakes pls it's unedited.

***

     You couldn't recall how you got to this point. Just last week you were a broke college student looking for a way to make some extra money and today you signed a contract with Eldian Movies, a famous production that made adult content. They ranged from vanilla to the filthiest movies you've her seen, that's why they were so popular amongst those who worked in the industry.

     You could still remember the first time you heard about them, you had a friend who had a friend that worked in the industry and told them all about how easy it is, how fun it is to get paid to perform such a basic human being thing and especially about how much money they made doing it. This really caught your attention, mostly because you needed some extra money yourself, plus the way this friend described the job being so easy and fun really peeked you interest.

     So you took all your dignity, threw it in the trash and sent them an e-mail telling them how interested you are about joining their team. It only took a few days to schedule a meeting with one of their mangers to talk about the opportunities they had for you.

     That's where you harned that being new in this industry with no previous experience or online presence didn't get you very far in the interview. Being a young girl and available for shooting wasn't exactly what they were looking for considering the fact they already had plenty of reliable actresses they could count on, but that's when the manager found a way to please both parties.

      "We might have something for you, though," he said after a brief pause he took in which he was looking on his computer through the schedule he had. " Although, it's not something very easy." You waited patiently for him to continue. "These days is really difficult to find girls that are okay or even comfortable with more ... Extreme scenarios. They don't tend to go down that route anymore, so I will be willing to hire you for one of those movies. The pay is higher than the one for regular movies, but it's also a lot more work." You nodded in response to what he was telling you, but also contemplating his offer. " Of course, if you're not comfortable in such scenarios is understandable, but incase you decide to accept the offer, the actor you'd be filming with is called Eren Yeager, I'll let you do your own research on him."

     And with that, the meeting ended. You got up from your chair, thanking the manager for his time and leaving the meeting in a rush. You were a bit disappointed by the answer you got from him, mostly because what you expected was to be offered a role and all you had to do was a blowjob and a few positions and call it a day, but with this outcome, things got a lot more complicated. Plus, what did he even mean by extreme? You really hoped he didn't mean that you'd have to be dressed in a latest suit and dominate him, because then you'd understand why nobody wanted to do it.

***

     Later that night right before you went to sleep, you thought there was no harm in seeing what kind of movies this Eren made, but what you saw was definitely something you didn't expect. He looked profesional, almost every video he made he was dressed in a black suit, he really did have an intimidating aura to him. As you skipped through the videos, you saw a theme in them: the girl was powerless and helpless, while he was in control. He was rough, every move he made seemed to be done with the purpose of hurting the girl, leaving handprints on her hips and ass, as well as hickeys on her neck, breasts, thighs.

     He didn't speak much to the girl, but when he did, she was expected to answer with a shy and weak 'yes sir' or 'Yes master', but never by his name. Another theme you saw was the lack of pleasure the girl received and how everything was about him. He hurt her as punishments but also because he enjoyed it, getting rougher with the harder she cried, calling her derogatory names and condescending comments everywhere.

     A part of you was conflicted over accepting the offer, while a part of you was screaming to not go anywhere near him if you knew what was good for you. It did intrigue you, that much you had to admit, you've never been with a man like him before and you kind of wanted to know what that was like, especially from someone as experienced as he was. So without overthinkinging it further, you sent the e-mail to the manager and agreed.

     The way you saw it wasjust as a new experience that you probably wouldn't be able to experience, at least not with someone who knows excatly what they're doing. There were so many girls out there with their bodies on the internet, plus the job you had didn't get you anywhere other than rent and food, being on your own was a lot harder than you first anticipated. Your thought process was that a lot of famous actresses were in the adult industry before they landed a role in a normal movie, so really, what was the harm in it? You were going to get paid for your time and effort and a lot of men would get to watch and enjoy what you worked on, so in your eyes there were more good sides to it than bad sides. But you already agreed to it, so now there was notburning back.

***

     It didn't take them long to find a good date to schedule the shooting, just nearly a week later than the day you signed the contract. It wasn't a long-term contract or anything, it was one just for this movie wmed you had given written consent of everything that was going to happen in the movie, that you were aware there might be light phisical bruises and that the production was transparent with the contents of both the contract and the action from the movie. Signing it made you feel so professional and important, but at the same time, it made everything seem so much more real.

     You were excited to finally get it over with and cross that of the list of experiences you wanted to go through. Being kinky plus making a movie, two birds with one stone, but once you stepped foot in the building, everything seem to finally sink in, a ware of excitement mixed with being nervous washed over you, making the next step you took be very awkward due to your knee buckling, nearly losing all your balance. You were glad there wasn't anyone else at the entrance, otherwise you would have made a fool out of yourself.

    You were instructed that the shooting will take place on the second floor of the building where a part of the sets were. Although at first sight it might seem like being in this industry is full of weird perverted people who like watching others have sex, everyone who worked, for this company at least, took their jobs very seriously, maybe because they were one of the biggest ones in the industry, but really you had nothing to compare it to.

     As soon as you stepped foot on the set, the director of the movie recognised you and rushed to your side, mumbling about how happy it makes him when the actors are on time, all while pushing you towards the makeup chair to prep you for the movie. The artist was friendly enough to make conversation with you, telling you why they chose the look, why they used a mascara that would get ruined with the least ammount of moisture, complimenting you on how pretty you look with red lipstick on and how you can't go wrong with it.

      As soon as you were ready for the cameras, you were instructed to just go on the set and get comfortable until everything was ready to start, so, with the script you were given,  you made your way towards the office that you were going to film in instead of a bedroom, it was a bit strange, but you didn't question it. The clothes you were wearing were a very slutty school uniform, the idea of the movie was for you to seduce your professor for better grades. You sat in the chair of the professor and opened the first page of the script, all while you rested your head on your hand.

     " So you're the doll they found for me," you heard a man's voice behind you, followed by him running his fingers through your hair, gesture which took you by surprise. "They told me this was your first time shooting, is it true? " His voice was deep and calm, but his presence so close to you made you feel intimidated.

     You nodded your head in response to his question," Yes, I've never done this before, so I'm a bit nervous..." your voice came across as weak, almost shaky, which made things even more embarrassing than they already were. He sighed and let go of your hair, spinning the chair around with you in it. He looked at you closely, but didn't say anything, just studied your face, moving his eyes shamelessly to your cleavage. Your skin felt like it was burning when he studied you that way, no shame or anything. This way, you got to take a closer look at him : his eyes were a  gorgeous green, nearly glistening due to the lighting in the room, his hair was neatly put in a bun to keep it out of the way, beautifully complimenting his pale skin. You really understood why everyone called him the best looking male porn star out there. "I believe you're sitting on my chair, doll ," he pointed out after a few moments of silence. You got up from the chair and gave him a shy smile, he couldn't wait to ruin you later. Eren was the type to really like the innocent inexperienced girls, the way they reacted to his actions, their cries, their moans, all those things were genuine, mostly due to how new all those sensations were for them, he just knew he'd get them addicted to this way of  having sex to the point where he'd be the only one who could satisfy their needs. His confidence was really something else.

***

     "You're failing this semester, miss," Eren said while you were stood by his so called desk, "I'm not sure what we can do to fix it. "

   You got closer to him and touched his shoulder with your index finger, slowly moving it lower and lower down his chest. " I'm sure we can figure out something together, isn't that right, sir?" you responded to him in the most innocent voice you could muster and waited for him to continue.

     "We can, but there is a price for it, doll," he pulled you in his lap and wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you even closer to his chest. His lips found your meck and kissed it gently, all while he was waiting for your consent, hen though he didn't need to hear it. The moment you agreed to the price of your grades, he immediately grabbed the shirt you were wearing and ripped it open, huttons flying over the room. He grabbed your throat, squeezing it quite hard, to the point where your vision got blurry around the edges, but not hard enough so you'd pass out; just the perfect pressure so you'd be in pain and uncomfortable. Pushing you to your knees, you followed his silent command and got on the ground in front of him, the sadistic look on his face made you proud of pleasing him, but this was only the beginning. He let go of your throat, allowing you to breath properly, while his hand moved to your face. He cupped your jaw with this large hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip, gesturing for you to open your mouth, which you obidiently did. He got closer to your face and with a smirk on his face ,he spit right on your tongue, immediately closing your mouth, forcing you to swallow it. This took you by surprise, not because you were disgusted, but because you weren't expecting such a filthy thing so early in. Moments after that, you felt his hand sharply hit your left cheek, sending a sharp wave of pain all through your face, making your eyes water at the sensation. "Where are your manners, slut?", his tone was still calm, but you knew if you didn't act fast he would do it again, which he didn't hesitate to do again after you didn't answer to him.

     You gasped lightly, already feeling your face humming in pain. "T-Thank You, sir," you answered him as fast as you could, not wanting him to hit you again. His expression wasn't pleased anymore, but one of boredome. He gestured with his eyes towards his belt, hint which you immediately picked up, but when your shaky fingers failed to open it, his fingers sharply grabbed your hair, forcing you to stop your movements and look at him instead.

     "Such a stupid slut," he spat out while he took off his belt with one hand, "I don't think you're made for this," his words were harsh and cruel, did he mean for him or making porn? He freed his dick in a matter of seconds, grabbing the base and slapping the head on your lips. " Make yourself useful and open that pretty mouth of yours."

     You listened to his command and parted your lips, letting him push the head inside your mouth while he was holding the back of your head in place, forcing his dick deeper, with every inch getting harder, your throat becomming more resistant to the unfamiliar thing forcing its way in. You gagged around him when he was nearly half way in, earning a breathy moan from the man. "F-Fuck, slut ," he said with a little laugh, throwing his head back the moment he pushed your head his entire length. Tears immidiately formed into your eyes, your throat hurting from the struggle of adjusting to Eren's dick, the mascara you were wearing coating your cheeks from the first tear that rolled down your face. He held you in the same spot for a few seconds, his head thrown back in the pleasure of your throat contracting around him, trying to push him out, out the only thing that happened was to just thrust his hips forward, your nose touching the base of his dick. He let you go in a fast motion, pushing you away from him with a force in which you almost fell backwards, the only thing stopping you was his grip on your hair. "Shit, doll," he moaned as he grabbed the base again, this time smearing the salina you left on it on your lips and cheeks where the mascara painted it. "You almost made me cum with that throat of yours ," he gestured for you to get up and, with your thoughts clouded by lust and desire, you listened.

     The moment your back touched the desk, Eren get rid of your panties and shoved a finger inside you. "Wow, look at you ," he said with a sadistic smile on his face, adding a second finger in. "I knew you were a masochist, you whore, getting so wet over me using you, abusing you ," his words were harsh and cutting, but his fingers were pushing so deep, rubbing just the right spots, making your stomach feel so tight filled with pleasure. His dirty talk made everything so much better, you know if you only listened to him call you such depraved names, it would be enough to make you cum harder than any guy you've been with ever made you cum. His eyes were glued on you: the way you moaned out for him, the way your face melted in pleasure over his fingers working their magic inside of you and he could tell by the way your moans became more desperate and by how you were clenching around his fingers that you were close, oh, so close...

     " Oh god! Please, right there! " you screamed in pleasure and pain , his fingers pounding you with such a speed that it hurt, but you didn't care, you were lost in the pleasure so far to the point of no return.

     Eren smirked at your outburst, "That's right, whore, I am your God, don't forget that," with those words he took out the fingers from inside of you, robbing you of the orgasm you so desperately wanted. " Clean your mess, " he said as he pushed his fingers inside your mouth, letting you swirl your tongue around them before pushing them deep enough to make you gag.

     He positioned himself between your legs, slapping your ditk a few times, earning a pathetic whimper from you before he grabbed your throat, squeezing it just like the first time. "Bug for my cock, doll," he instructed you, but your hesitation earned you another slap on your face from him.

     "Thank you, sir," you said before he could slap your face again.

     "Good girl, now beg me to fuck you." His tone was stern enough to make it clear he won't repeat himself again and if he had to do it again, you'll regret it.

     With a weak and shaky breath, you looked him in the eyes as you spoke. " Sir, please... I want you to fuck me." Slap. He didn't like that. " Fuck!" you cried out again, a few tears rolling down the side of your face from the pain of him hitting your face so many times. " Sir, please, I need you inside of me so bad, I need you to make me yours, please! "

     Eren leaned down to your faced and kissed the cheek he's been hitting this entire time. Before you could realise what was going on, he pushed his dick inside of you in one swift motion, biting down on your neck at the same time. The pain from both him slamming himself inside of you and his teeth biting down on your skin formed a beautiful symphony of pleasure misted with sadism, sending wave after wave of pleasure down to your core.

     His movements were fast and unforgiving, pushing his dick inside of you with no mercy for your sake, simply using you as a doll for his own pleasure and after everything he's done to you, that's all you could focus on as well, his pleasure and his pleasure only. You were squeezing your walls around him every time he pulled out, or at least you tried with the speed he was going at. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, while your nails were digging in his shoulders, trying to keep yourself at his face so you can hear those moans, Oh, his delicious moans. You could cum just by listening to him get lost in pleasure, the pleasure you were giving him by letting him use you like you were made for him.

     "Next time you're with a guy, you better think of me when you cum," he learned down and whispered in your ear, low enough so the microphone won't pick it up, an intimate, dirty command just for you. "keep squeezing me like this and you're gonna make me cum," he said as his movements got sloppier, moans more desperate, his fingers were digging into your hips as he was holding you still while pounding into you without mercy. You know your pleasure didn't matter to him, but now it didn't matter to you either. All you wanted to do was feel him hold you tight as he lets loose and cums inside of you, marking you as his, which is the only thing you wanted to be right now, just his. His doll, his slut, his whore, everything only to just be his, then if it wasjust for a moment.

     You knew  he was about to cum the moment he slammed into You one last time and stilled his movements. You could feel his cum shooting inside of you, filling you up, only because you made him feel this good. It made you feel proud, really. Moments after he was done getting down from his high, he took a moment to take in your beauty: face covered in tears and runny mascara, your left cheek being red from how he kept hitting it as a punishment for not being good enough for him. He really thought you were beautiful now that he moulded you by his own standards, strripped you of your dignity and shame, making you submit to him, that's why he knew that every time you'll touch another guy, you'd be thinking of him, wishing it was his dick inside of you, plus knowing that no man will ever make you feel the way he did really helped boost his confidence even further.

      The moment he pulled out from inside of you, the director yelled 'Cut!' and the cameras got pulled away from the two of you. "Yeager, we've been over how much I hate it when you don't stick to scripts!" he yelled at Eren, but all he got in response was a grin and a tired 'I don't care'. Now that you thought of it, not been half the things you did were in the script, a sudden wave of embarrassment and fear of not being paid clouding your mind.

     "Don't worry about it, doll," Eren said as he handed you a white towel. "He'll make money with anything we give him, especially if it's authentic." You accepted the towel and gave him a weak smile. He placed his hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. " I think it's only fair I buy you lunch after what I just did to you."

      You laughed with him at his comment, wrapping the towel around your body. " Lunch sounds amazing right now.