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whoreish-behaviour · 1 year

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Bully!Eren pt.2

This is part 2 to this <3

>~< Warnings ; Filming, dubcon, spanking, coercion.

TW ; insecurity about weight mentioned!!

1.5k words

'Blink those tears away baby and look at me properly.' You snivelled quietly and rapidly blinked your watering eyes.

However both Eren and you knew that that simple action wouldn't stop the waterfall coming soon behind it.

Oh how Eren couldn't wait to catch it all on film.

Your knees were red raw and your whole body sensitive from the rein of spanks Eren had landed on it. You only had on your button up, although all the button where strewn across the bedroom floor by now, panties and your normal thigh highs.

That was what everyone knew you from. The chubby crybaby with sweet kind eyes, a skirt that was too short and your thick thighs - always with thigh highs around them.

From where you where now though, your shirt was open completely - bare breasts on display and socks that dug into the fat of your thighs, leaving cute pudges on top like Eren's own personal cupcakes to snack on.

And boy could he snack.

'Now I want you to repeat to me the reason why I'm punishing you.'

You clasped your hands together, bottom lip pouted out and nodded.

'Because I acted like a slut and then disrespected you in front of Armin..' You spoke lowly, tears already building up as your cursed yourself.

You were such a fucking idiot sometimes.

'Good girl. You think i'm going too far?' He was testing you.

One thing you knew since Eren had started this whole thing, was to never ever underestimate him.

Because he always came back 10x more meaner, more cruel.

You had sadly learned that the hard way, multiple times. Him asking you if he was going 'too far' was just a dig at you from before he trained and put you in your place.

'Never.'

'Good answer.' He snickered before turning his back to you and walking over to the bed. You saw him change out the camera battery for the fully charged one, his hands delicate with the device.

He never treated you like that.

He was always rough and demanding. He was never satisfied until he left you sobbing on his sheets, clutching at them for some sort of stability.

You hated him for what he did to you.

'The fucks that face for?' You shook your head as if to shake off the thoughts and snapped your eyes to him.

He was glaring at you, now sitting on the bed, thighs spread and elbows resting on his knees.

'Nothing.' You shook your head again and lowered your eyes.

You couldn't stop fucking up.

'Come here.' His voice was low - pissed off.

You went to stand, knees and lower legs numbed from your weight, and stumbled. You tried again and your lip trembled as the same thing happened again.

Why were you so heavy? If you weighed a little less, you would have absolutely no trou-

The bed creaking alerted you that Eren had moved and you stopped your menstruations - not knowing what he was doing.

You heard his footsteps, right up until they landed in front of you.

You went to apologise however you where cut short when you felt his hands slip under your arms, grasping you in his grip and lifting you clean off the floor.

He immediately pulled you to him, your head now on his shoulder and his hands on your ass - supporting you. You felt him turn and walk back to the bed, your body bouncing along.

'You were down there for ages, your legs just went dead.' He stated, and he sat back down - you falling into his lap with your legs on either side of his waist.

Whether he meant to or not, he had pulled you from thinking that about yourself - your regard for your own body a negative one.

You finally casted your eyes at him, his green ones staring right back. You pouted as you looked over his features.

How someone so cruel could look so beautiful perplexed you.

Your staring made Eren feel something. He wasn't sure what it was exactly but didn't know if he liked it or not. It made him want to fidget and swallow down the bile at the back of his throat.

It made him nervous?

How could you, off all people make Eren Yeager nervous just from simply looking at him. He didn't want to care what you thought of him, however he did.

And he hated it.

Sick of your stare, he grasped the back of your neck and draw you in even closer - sitting up straighter to make himself even bigger.

You immediately noticed the shift and seemed to shrink back, however his firm clutch of you prevented you from doing so.

'Your punishments not quite over yet princess.' He spoke sickly sweet and you both knew it was forced.

Before you even saw it coming, he had you over his lap - face shoved into the duvet and ass up.

He kept his left hand on your neck, your whimpers being drowned as he brought up his right hand and gripped your already bruised ass.

'I think we could get this ass even darker, don't you think sweet girl?' He said lowly, fingers creeping over your skin - tracing the splotches of purple.

'Eren please.' You whined helplessly.

'Don't worry, I'll only use my hand.' He was already lift his right hand in the air as the words left his mouth. He saw you tense, anticipating the blow.

However it didn't come.

Until your body finally relaxed against his lap, breathes heavy. That was when he struck, your unsuspecting skin already becoming red. You instantly whimpered and Eren smiled.

He reined smack! after smack! while your hips flinched away, unable to ever really go anywhere.

He wasn't counting anymore, he'd stop when he felt like it. He didn't want you to know when this would end - only ever begging for it to. You always did beg so pretty for him.

'P-Please Eren!'

'Im sorry, i'm sorry..'

'Please, s-stop.' You sobbed, cries leaving your distressed lips.

All you felt was hot white pain, each time his hand connected with your pulsing ass it sent ripples of pain throughout your whole body and you convulsed away.

You must've really pissed him off because he was being brutal. You weren't sure what the fuck was going on - only that you weren't sure how much more you could take.

However what you didn't know was that Eren was just as overwhelmed (emotionally speaking).

From you cuddling up to Armin, to denying the existence of whatever this was and then having the audacity to make puppy eyes at him - rimmed with fresh tears.

He was conflicted and confused. So he did the only thing he knew would take his mind off everything.

Which just happened to be you bent over for him.

You clawed helplessly at the bed until eventually the blows slowed to a stop. You tried to breath in through your nose and out your mouth but your body shook too much to take a official breathe.

You sobbed, eyes and nose running like a stream. You didn't feel Eren move below you but you could feel his eyes trained on your shaking figure, like a laser scorching your soul.

As if the double punishment wasn't enough, you felt him shove you to the ground.

You let out a gasp as your body hit the hard wooden floor. It was like another slap straight to your heart.

Your cries only increased as broken 'Im sorry's continuously left you. You tucked your legs underneath you and dropped your head, not able to bare Eren full attention on you anymore.

You heard him hum at you quietly and you tried to calm down.

'Stop crying.' You nodded, sobs still breaking through as you wiped your eyes with your sleeve. Everything felt wet and damp from your tears.

You just wanted to get away from him.

'Your a good girl for taking your punishment like that..' You saw his shadow grow bigger as he stood up and over you.

You looked at his beat up converse, eyes welling up as a ball grew in the back of your throat.

You felt his warm hand cup your jaw, the action comforting if i was from anyone but him. He forcefully tilted your head back, your neck strained as you whimpered.

'But if I ever see you with Armin alone again, I'll make sure to send him that video so he knows exactly what happens when you act like a slut.' He practically spat.

The thumb of his right hand pointed at the camera on his nightstand, the daunting red light still flashing away.

You nodded as best as you could but he only shook your head in his grip.

'Words princess.'

'I u-understand Eren.' Your voice quivered, lips set in a deep pout and new tears rolling down your cheeks.

'Good girl, wasn't so hard.' He patted your cheek ad you flinched.

'Now get the fuck out.'

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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Photograph, oh my mind.

photographer!Satoru Gojo x model f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: My contribution to the DeLuxe Vault's doin' it for the fame sever collab. Enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, co-worker relationship??, strangers to lovers, love bites, dry humping, soft dom!Gojo, service dom!Gojo, oral (f receiving), tit sucking, reader has pubes!, consensual filming, nude photography, praise!kink, daddy!kink, creampie, hair pulling, fingering. Words: 4.4k

networks: @planetonet

The thought that someone like him would ever deem someone like you worthy enough to work with him is unfathomable. Truthfully, you thought there would be more chance of winning the lottery. After all, you’re nothing special.

You’re just you.

But he… he is the Satoru Gojo.

“Hello pretty girl… welcome.” he smiles at you.

He gestures to a plush white dome chair in front of his meticulously organised desk. It’s minimalist. An iMac to his left with a notebook and pen to the right. There’s short pile of published books on the desk too, some of them his own, and a bulky DSLR camera on top.

There’s a camera in his hand, too. It looks heavy. You can’t tell if he’s holding it up or if it’s pulling him down.

You take a seat and cross one leg over the other, a beaming grin on your face as you watch him circle his desk and sit in the chair behind it. He leans back in it, his foot resting on his knee and looking as lax as someone can at their place of work.

“I’m overjoyed to finally meet you, y’know…” he tells you, brilliant white pearls almost blinding you as he grins. You can’t tell whether it’s a smile for you or himself. “I gotta say, you’re even more gorgeous in the flesh.”

“M-Me? Oh… no.” you shake your head dismissively, sitting bolt upright and appearing as prim and proper as your body would allow. “I’m honoured to meet you; I couldn’t believe it when my agent told me you were in touch. I— I love your work. I have for a while…” you inform him, a warm flush of blood heats your face and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your hairline begins to dampen.

He merely snickers.

Thought he doesn’t specify if it’s because of what you said or how nervous you look.

“Really? How long is a while?” he queries, uncrossing his legs. The rests his elbows onto the pristine white desk and creates a flat surface with his hands to rest his head onto. He seems genuinely interested in hearing what you have to say.

“Well… I found your Instagram when you were posting your ‘Lips’ series.” you tell him. The confession has your gaze faltering from him, and instead looking down at your feet. You couldn’t bear to look in his eyes when he tells you that you’re too weird and obsessive to work with.

“Wow… that certainly is an awful while, isn’t it?” he smirks. “What did you think of ‘Lips’? I look back at it fondly but—”

“I love it. It’s one of my favourite things you’ve done, Mr Gojo. Actually I— no, never mind.”

“What?” he tilts his head quickly upwards hoping to coax whatever little secret you were harbouring out of you. All the while his head was swimming with the unintentional eroticism of you calling him by his title rather than his name. You’re so demure and precious; positively bashful from being here with him like this.

He observes you pick up the bag you had brought with you, assuming it was filled with spare clothes and other essentials women like to carry. But even he couldn’t hold in a delighted chuckle when you pulled out a copy of a book that also rested atop his desk.

“You’re a real fan, huh? You weren’t kidding…”

“I’m sorry. I even pre-ordered it… I love it so much and your art is so beautiful. I know this is the series that made you famous so it’s sort of nice to feel part of that, I guess… um, yeah, I’m sorry I’m a total weirdo.”

“Want me to sign it?” he asks you, earnestly.

“I’d really like that a lot, only if you don’t mind.” you reply, before you even finish your sentence he’s nodding and holding his hand out to you. He bites off his pen lid with his teeth and shoots it back down onto the desk. You watch him as he flips to the opening page and scribbles his name in masterfully. “Thank you so much for this.”

“It’s not a problem, sweetheart.” he expresses with another grin that you can’t help but find awfully attractive.

His smile is as beautiful as his art. A set of perfectly straight white teeth and a pair of plump lips that he definitely takes care of. You only wish he’d take off his sunglasses, you’d give anything to see his eyes in all of their glory.

“Well, we have something in common,” he starts, demanding even more of your attention than he’s already receiving. “I found you on Instagram, too.”

“Really? Small world…” you mumble to yourself, “There are tons of girls on there trying to be models, and I don’t get much attention compared to some of the others.”

“You have my attention. Complete and undivided, sweetheart. Been like that since the minute I saw you.” he explains. You feel your face getting hot again. He has a special way of speaking that makes you tingle. So much so that you need to squeeze your thighs to stop any building pressure, though once again, you hope he doesn’t notice.

“Um, thank you for the opportunity, Mr Gojo.”

“Of course. I’d be a fool to let a rare talent like you slip through my fingers. I’ll ask a few questions and then we can begin shooting, how does that sound?” he offers. You nod, simply, eager to get your first big modelling job underway. “Perfect… how long have you been modelling?”

“Only a year. But I used to love wearing my big sister’s high heels when I was a kid and pretending I was on a catwalk, if that counts.” you smile to yourself as you relive the memory. He begins writing in his notebook, laughing alongside you when you tell him your answer.

“Oh my God, you’re so cute.” he beams, and you can’t help but smile even wider. “I’m guessing this is your first big shoot. But what types of gigs have you booked before now?”

“Nothing major, um… a few sponsored product things on my socials. Um… some catalogue work too. I’m hoping I’ll get to do runway one day.”

“I’m sure you will,” he tells you casually, once again writing in his notebook. “Have you ever done a swimwear gig? Bikinis and coverups, things like that.”

“A handful of times. They’re my favourite since it’s usually a day in the sun!” you laugh softly at yourself. It’s like an awkward tic. You laugh at everything to make sure you sound playful and kind and hope it will alleviate any tension between you. Though it seems like you’ve fabricated tension out of thin air, Satoru Gojo is a nice guy.

“Mhmm, what about nude shoots?” he questions, a serious look on his face as he looks you dead in the eye. Carefully observing your features and the way that you answer.

“Um… no, nothing like that.” you tell him, honestly.

“Would you be willing to?” he continues.

“I— I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t think so.” you stumble over your words as you do your best to answer his questions.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you.” he expresses. He finishes writing and puts away his notebook and pen inside a drawer in the desk before resting his weight on top of it again. “Some people do, some don’t, and I’m fine with that. Do you know what this shoot is about?”

“My agent didn’t tell me much other than I have to do the shoot since it’s with you. But I would never have turned it down anyway.”

“Stop it… you’re so sweet you’ll rot my teeth.” he chuckles, “This project I’m working on is called ‘Intimate’. I’m collaborating with a celebrity I’m not allowed to namedrop yet. But that person will be choosing the best models and pictures for something… let’s say: life changing. How does that sound?”

“W-Wow… it— amazing. It sounds really amazing.”

“Oh, and in case you aren’t chosen, don’t worry. I’ll be including all of the models in my new book. So, would you like to get started?” he wonders.

“Yes, please!”

“Perfect answer, sweetheart.” he grins, standing upright and walking towards a door behind him. He holds it open and motions for you to walk through it. Quickly, you find your bag in your hand and you’re hurrying towards him and into the much darker room. “Now… this is the set-up we’ll be using, and our anonymous donor has gifted us with all of these outfits to choose from.”

There are five huge rails of clothing in the room. Each filled with a range of sleepwear, loungewear, and lingerie. The setting he mentioned is a huge fake bedroom. A large bed with gorgeous bedding and furniture decorate the space to make it look truly comfortable and homely.

“Intimate, isn’t it?” he speaks. You nod along, dumbly, but understanding why his project has been named so. “I believe that we are our most intimate selves inside of a bed. Whether it’s our own, a friends, lovers, strangers.”

“That’s really beautiful, Mr Gojo.”

“Heh, thank you, baby.” he replies graciously. “We have all day. You can dress yourself or let me decide what you’ll wear. I want to help you win. Are you in touch with yourself to know how to achieve that; or do you need someone else to take control of you?”

You turn away from him to look at the clothes, as well as to hide your flushed face and the way you’re biting your lip. He inspects you as you allow your fingertips to dance along the fabric of all of the clothing. There’s so much choice. So many options to choose from and you have no idea where to begin.

And he knows it.

And that is why it doesn’t surprise him one bit when you turn to him with a meek look on your face and a sparkle in your pleading gaze.

“Please help me, Mr Gojo.”

He smirks and saunters over to the clothing rails. There is an empty one you hadn’t initially noticed in the darkness of the room. He uses it to load his selection for you before wheeling it over to a changing curtain for you.

“Babe? I have some advice for you.” he starts. You stand in front of him as he towers over you, waiting to be showered in his worldly knowledge. “The modelling world, particularly catwalk, is incredibly fast paced.”

“I knew that already, Mr Gojo.”

“It’s so fast paced, that you’ll have to get used to letting people see you without clothes on. You’re not anywhere worthwhile if there isn’t ten pairs of tits in your face behind the scenes.”

He leaves you with that and starts to set up his lighting and cameras how he’d like them. Before you disappear behind the changing curtain, you notice him loading a camera onto a tripod. He’d hung up all of the outfits he’d like you to wear in order, so he’s delighted when you emerge from the curtain head to toe in the co-ordinated grey teddy loungewear set he picked for you. A little vest with long trousers and a long coverup gown.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re a vision…” he smiles, tilting his head in the direction of the bed so that you’ll sit down. He looms above you, your neck craning backwards so that you can look each other in the eye. He pulls off his glasses and tosses them across the room, retreating away from you and picking up a black headband to keep his hair out of his face. “Will you let me touch your makeup?” he asks happily. You nod.

He approaches with a box filled to the brim with makeup. But instead of touching up, you see him pick up a face wipe and brings it closer to you.

“Ah! Don’t, I won’t win if I—”

“Intimate selves, remember? Let me take control sweetheart, promise it won’t be so bad.” he assures you.

You take a deep breath and allow him to do with you as he wishes. He spends some time removing your makeup, you don’t even realise until you hear him shuffle backwards and exhale deeply.

“So beautiful,” he tells you, two fingers and a thumb caressing your face whilst resting a makeup brush between his pinkie and ring finger. He rests down on the balls of his feet as he carefully paints your lips in a soft nude colour to match your features. He manages to coat the top lip with no issue, but your lower keeps fighting him and springing back into place. “Your bottom lip looks a little sore.” he informs you.

“O-Oh,” you stutter, accidentally biting your lip again.

“Ah, that’s the culprit.” he smirks, using the face wipe to take away the colour. “You look perfect as you are, you don’t need any of this shit.” he explains, throwing the brush back into the box and kicking it away.

You smile again, looking down as your vision catches Gojo’s camera around his neck. You look back to the one on the tripod and wonder why there is a need for two. But upon further inspection, you notice it flashing. A little red dot telling you there is a lurking eye spying on you.

“Mr Gojo…”

“Satoru is fine, y’know.”

“Satoru… are you filming this?”

“Oh, shit. Yeah, I got distracted and forgot to tell you. Me and you-don’t-know-who are making a little documentary out of this. It’s up to you whether you’d like me to film or not, I can shut it off. But you’ll need to sign some consent forms either way.”

“No, that’s okay. It sounds like fun!” you simper. He winks at you before ruffling your hair, pulling it out of its tie and letting it cascade around you.

“Show me what you can do.” he demands, holding his camera to his eye and watching you get into position from him.

Your ears ring with beep after beep with each flashing photograph taken. You’re in your element, though. Gojo notices it too. The way you’ve transformed from being so weak and timid to seductive and confident.

He isn’t letting you be photographed. You’re letting him photograph you.

Clothing becomes less and less as you work your way through the rail. You work your way through sets of lingerie and posing like you’re a cover girl for Playboy, you might even be worthy of being called a bunny.

You’re down to a pair of borg shorts and a mismatched bra. Gojo is on the bed with you, between your legs. With your back flat against the mattress and your head in the pillows, he takes numerous pictures of you looking flirtatiously into the lens.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I changed my mind,” you start, prompting him to lower his camera. “I’d like you to photograph me nude.” you tell him without any hesitation or reluctance in your tone. It earns yet another grin from Gojo, who nods in acceptance of your sudden change of heart.

“Let’s make this a progression… unclasp your bra but don’t take it off.” he suggests.

You do as you’re told and lie in wait of what to do next. He simply returns to photographing you, which in turn leads to you posing some more. After a few more shutter sounds, he traces his finger across your collarbone to pull down one of the straps of the bra to your bicep.

It’s a sensual journey. One that carries on until one of your nipples peaks out from below the garish midnight blue bra that had been cupping your tits. He keeps snapping shots of you without pause, catching every inch of your true intimate self.

“Take it off now for me.” he instructs.

You pull it forward by the middle section until your breasts are being presented bare to him. There is a look in his eye. One that tells you he’s fighting against his primal urge to cop a feel and focus on the task at hand. And that, he does. A continuous string of photos are taken as you move and pose the best way you know how while your tits move beautifully along with you. Each movement forces a jiggle, one that Satoru Gojo is fighting to ignore.

He lowers the camera, you notice his hand reach towards you before he balls it into a soft yet defiant fist.

“You really are something, you know. So God damn beautiful.”

“Do you want to touch me, Mr Gojo?” you ask him, genuinely. You can’t deny the way this is making you feel. The way he is making you feel and has been making you feel since you stepped foot into his studio.

“I can’t.”

“You can, I—”

“It’s… it’s inappropriate. Maybe illegal? I’m not sure, but I can’t.”

“Mr Gojo… I can feel how hard your cock is. Please, just touch me.” you request, your voice almost whimpering as you practically beg for his contact. “It’s okay, really. I want you to touch me.”

He considers your words for a moment or two. And soon enough, he’s deciding that he can’t fight it anymore. He puts the camera down on the ground, freeing his hands so he can feel you and only you.

His hands are warm. He’s gentle with his touch, and his squeezing is soft. You mewl when his fingers and thumbs stray to your pert nipple.

“Gorgeous all around, hm? Even your moans are pretty.” he praises you.

You shudder as he lowers his mouth to your neck, kissing and suckling just enough to leave faint love bites as he carries on fondling your breasts. Soon he’s travelling south. Your collarbone is showered in tender affection and the same is gifted between the valley of your breasts.

“Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down.” Gojo informs you.

You look down at him, nodding, before he latches onto your breast to suckle and softly bite at it. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Each word spoke, each touch and each kiss from his lips is rushing straight to your cunt and making you feel heady.

A surprised gasp leaves you as you feel him wrap his arms around your back. You feel a chill as you’re quickly manoeuvred so that he’s sitting upright on the edge of the bed and you’re straddling him. He cups the back of your head with one hand and lets his other rest firmly in the small of your back.

He kisses you, deeply. It’s slow and passionate. Dare you say, intimate. You’re licking each other’s tongues gently as it continues to progress. Your hips rut against his throbbing hard-on through his dress-pants.

“You’re so perfect, baby. I knew I had to have you when I saw you.” he admits, it makes you giggle and throw your head back. He takes the opportunity to kiss your neck even more.

He picks you up again and keeps you on the edge of the bed. His fingers delve into your shorts, pausing only to ask, “May I?”

“I— I haven’t shaved. I’m sorry, I know I should have for a modelling job I just—”

You yelp as he tugs off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. He holds your legs open, and you can no longer support yourself. Your body collapses into the mattress as he examines your sex. He lets your legs relax as he pushes two fingers between your lips. They don’t enter you; he’s just enamoured by the wet and sticky sounds echoing around the room. His thumb brushes over your pubic hair, he notes the texture of it and his eyes roll back into his head.

“I like girls like you. I prefer girls like this.” he informs you. He picks up your legs again to move them over his shoulders. And just as he’s about to delve into your folds, he pauses. He takes a firm hold of your ankle and brings it closer to his face. He sniffs carefully and does the same with the other, kissing them both before putting them back where they were. “Did you put perfume on your ankles? It’s like you expected something like this to happen…” he smirks, pulling your warm flesh closer to him by your thighs.

“I— I didn’t know… but ‘m glad I did!” you reply.

He smiles once more before burying his face in your cunt. The way he laps and laves at your clit is masterful. Your fingers begin to rake through his hair, and you start to pull in an attempt to steady yourself. He groans, and it almost sounds pleasurable. You think he might like getting his hair pulled.

He slavers his tongue down from your pulsing clit to your drooling entrance. Savouring the taste and mixing it with his own saliva to make you a sopping mess.

He uses it all to his advantage. You’re forcing him closer into you with each pull of his hair, you think you might die if he stops. He slips a finger inside of you; followed by a second, which is your complete undoing.

“’m cumming!” you announce, loud enough for everyone in the building to hear, probably. You reach your climax, writhing and pulsating on the bed beneath you all while Gojo tries to drink every last drop of the mess you’ve made of yourself and him. “F-Fuck… you wore me out G-Gojo…”

“Get bored of calling me Mr Gojo?” he asks jokingly, spurring you on to chuckle at his comment.

“Are you into that?” you wonder.

“Babe,” you look up and observe him as he climbs on top of you, caging you in beneath him. “I don’t care if you call me mister, sir, Satoru, daddy. It doesn’t matter. ‘Cause you’re gonna be babbling so dumb when I fuck you.”

“Y-You wanna fuck me? Right now?”

“Yeah, right now.” he tells you as he holds you up in his arms and then places you back down the right way in the bed. “Oh, by the way, I wouldn’t oppose to daddy if you have a desire to yell something out for me.” he adds as he opens your legs for you.

You giggle at the thought of calling him daddy; seeing how it’s one of your favourite names to yell out in bed, too. You observe him as he unzips his trousers, pulling them down to his knees so that you can see the thick, long imprint of his cock bulging against his underwear. When you look up, you notice him staring at you and smirking all the while, forcing you to look away in humiliation. He pulls down his boxes slowly, only revealing the base and his own pubic hair. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, taking note of how patiently you’re waiting for him.

“You look so sweet f’me, sweetheart. Waiting for daddy’s cock like a good girl.” he grins. It forces you to bite your lip again, watching in anticipation for him to pull down his underwear enough for you to see him. Really see him.

His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen. A little shimmer of pre decorating his six pack. He’s huge. Thick and veiny with a perfectly rounded tip. It’s dusted with a shy shade of pink and it’s leaking so deliciously.

So much so that you stick your tongue out and attempt to taste him. He pushes you back down, though, and traps you in his arms.

“Not now, angel, next time.” he speaks.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, I want to see you again. I want to take more pictures of you and I wanna eat your pussy again. And after this… I know I’m gonna wanna fuck you again.” he tells you, lining his cock up with your eager hole and slowly plunging inside. “Mmmpff, so tight. Such a pretty, tight pussy.” he huffs, taking his time to bottom out inside of you.

“Ah—! S-Shit, daddy. Think you’re in my throat…” you moan. He snickers before setting an almost idle pace. Doing his best to get you accustomed to his size. “F-Faster… please go-o faster, d-daddy.” you request. He kisses your cheek and picks up more speed.

And more speed.

His hips are slamming against yours and you’re both moaning uncontrollably. His mouth is level with your ear and the reverse is also true. Both of you humming and groaning lustful sounds into each other’s ears as you enjoy giving into your natural instincts.

He wasn’t wrong about you babbling complete nonsense. You think with each pummel of his thrusts accompanied with the sweetest praise you’ve ever received both your brain and internal organs have turned to goo.

You can’t even tell him you’re about to cum you’re so fucked out. But he knows. Your body gives you away as your pussy clenches around him, sucking him in deeper than either of you thought he could go. And with that, your insides are pulling him right over the edge of his own orgasm right along with you, flooding your walls with his cum.

He’s sweating, and panting.

You both are.

You begin to giggle as he lowers his head to kiss your neck again. Your eyes are closed and your head rolls to the side as he continues tickling you with his lips. When your eyes open, you gasp shallowly as your eyes lock with the blinking light of the filming camera. Gojo’s head raises to see what’s wrong.

“We forgot about the camera…”

“Oh, shit. Got carried away, didn’t we?” he laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete it. Or cut it out. I’ll do something.” he tells you, an assuring twinkle in his heavenly eyes.

“Thanks, Satoru.”

“But first…” he tells you, rolling off of you and lying by your side and inviting you to rest your head on his chiselled chest. “Like I said, we’ve got all day. Why don’t we order some food and watch it back before it’s gone forever?” he suggests, and it’s quite an enticing offer. You pretend to think about it before nodding excitedly.

He holds you, though. Like you’re delicate and need him to keep you safe. And you can’t deny that it’s nice. Someone you’ve adored and looked up to for so long is treating you like you’re precious. Like you’re special.

“I like sushi… by the way.” you tell him, quietly.

“Then we’ll order sushi.”

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camboy!nanami kento x camgirl!reader x camboy!getou suguru

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warnings: filming, cam sex, heavy pet play, oral sex (m! receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, reader is called kitty, nanami is called sir and getou is called daddy and pretty boy, some mxm action, established poly relationship, use of the phrase “kittycunt” (yes I have no shame this is who I’ve become), mentions of anal and double penetration

synopsis: kento thought he’d live a boring life until he met you two

a/n: this is for @kaeyaphoria’s streamer collab! go check out all the amazing entries!!!

If you were to ask what kind of life Nanami Kento thought he’d have, he would’ve said a boring life filled with cubicles and paperwork. You could’ve asked him a hundred times and each time would’ve been something different and equally as boring.

He never would’ve thought that he would be in a poly relationship with two loving partners who loved him just as much and he definitely would have never thought that the three of you would have sex on camera on a weekly basis.

It was something he wasn’t sure that he’d get into as easily as he did, at first he was just a watchful viewer when you and Suguru played with each other, controlling the vibrator remote to edge you and make you whine. Then one day he joined you two and the audience loved his addition, they loved watching you both crumble under his dominant fist. He also loved the power and control he had over you two, he could edge you two for hours if he wanted and the tips would just come rolling in. But he wasn’t always that sadistic to you two.

Today was the day of the week where it would happen.

He walked through the door of the filming room and saw one of the sights he loved most, you and Suguru sitting in front of the webcam while the countdown for the show started. You perked up and looked at him with big eyes, jumping from your position to run to him and give him a kiss before dragging him to the webcam.

You were dressed in a frilly little lingerie set that Suguru got you for your birthday, white kitty ears were on top of your head and a matching white tail plug was snug inside you. You also had your collar and leash on and had a mask that covered the top half of your face.

Suguru and Kento had a black and silver mask covering the top halves of their faces and wore dark button up shirts with black slacks. Suguru’s shirt was open to show off his chest which often did good with the audience and Kento’s shirt was buttoned up and he just left two buttons at the top open.

You looked at both men with a big smile as the clock ticked down, “ready?” They nodded and both pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks.

“Go on and start the stream little kitty, I’ll get the remote and the vibrator.” Kento kissed you softly and got up to find the bullet vibrator he often attached to you during the streams. While he was searching you pressed record and started the stream, smiling as the number of viewers quickly increased from 0 to the thousands.

“Hi everyone! Looks like you were all looking forward to this tonight.” You read through the comments, most of them commenting how cute you looked or how attractive Suguru was and Suguru leaned in to read the comments along with you.

“Well thank you everyone but the real star of the show here is our little kitty, isn’t that right sir?” Suguru smirked as he looked back at Kento, who had the bullet vibrator and remote in his hand and made his way back in the view of the camera.

“Yes you’re absolutely right pretty boy, well since we’re ready, how about we get started? Go on the bed kitty, on all fours, show everyone your cute little tail.” You quickly followed his orders and jumped onto the bed, presenting yourself on all fours and showing everyone your bottomless panties while you wiggled your ass.

It was easy for the three of you to get into your roles since they reflected the roles you three had in your day to day life and sex life that wasn’t recorded by a camera. You easily fell into a submissive role, letting your men take care of you and pleasure you in ways unimaginable. Suguru was always a switch at heart and Kento was the perfect dom for both of you, knowing how to balance being stern and care for you both.

Kento leaned forward to read the comments that were popping up on the screen and chuckled. “Oh thank you, @/dilfguro, for the generous tip and don’t you worry, we’ll get straight to pleasing our little kitty.” He made his way over to you and Suguru followed closely behind, shedding his shirt and dropping his pants down so he was only clad in his boxers. “Go in front of her face pretty boy, it’s my week to fuck her.”

Suguru pouted, even though he knew that it would be Kento’s turn to fuck you on cam. “But I wanna fuck her sir, feels so good.” Kento sighed and grabbed a handful of Suguru’s hair pulling on the soft locks roughly and bringing Suguru’s face close to his own.

“You had your turn all last week brat, now be a good boy and listen to me, got it? I won’t tell you twice or you’ll get edged for a week.” He let go and Suguru immediately walked over to sit in front of you and you quickly moved to pull his boxers down while Kento set up the vibrator against your clit and put it on low. He turned to look at the monitor and saw another large donation on the screen, “ah you’re absolutely right and thank you for another generous tip @/sixeyestoru. She does look better with a cock in her mouth and one buried in her pussy. So I’m assuming that means no prep for her. Sorry kitty, you can take my cock without any prep right?” While it sounded like he was asking for permission you knew his tone from anywhere, you were going to take him without prep regardless.

“Yes sir, please fuck your kitty.” You looked back at him with big eyes and wiggled your ass which made him heighten the vibrations. “Good kitty, now you know what to do for the camera.”

Your legs buckled from the heightened vibrations and you turned to look at the webcam, “thank you and please make sure to tip if you want to see something done.” You flashed a pretty smile at the camera and Suguru reached over to pull on your collar and make you focus on him.

“Now you know what to do now right? If you want sir’s cock inside you, you have to start sucking mine” he pulled you over to his cock until it was right in front of your face. “And if you want to cum then you have to make me cum first, so do your best my pretty little kitty.”

You gave kitten licks to the tip of his cock and nodded at his words. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum daddy.” Kento undressed himself behind you and you took Suguru’s cock in your mouth, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks the way he liked. Once you got to work Kento pulled his cock out, spit on his hand and lined his cock with your entrance. When you started to push back against him he gripped your hips and slammed his cock inside you, making your jaw drop and you let out a choked out moan. Suguru took advantage of your open mouth and lifted his hands to your head and started thrusting up into your mouth.

“Oh shit kitty, such the perfect fucking mouth.” He threw his head back against the headboard and continued thrusting into your mouth while Kento thrusted into you hard and fast.

Your head was growing completely fuzzy with pleasure, you loved the way Suguru fucked your throat while Kento used your pussy like a fleshlight and the buzzing against your clit was an added bonus. Your gags and moans created a harmony with their groans and the squelches of your cunt each time Kento thrusted into you.

“Oh fuck, keep fucking her face like that pretty boy, her little kittycunt is getting so fucking tight.” He raised his hand from your hip and cracked his hand against your ass multiple times while raising the vibrations on the vibrator until it was at the max. Tears of pleasure streamed down your face and moans kept leaving you each time Suguru thrusted out of your mouth. Kento lifted his head to look at you and Suguru and chuckled at the sight, both of you completely fucked out after such a short period of time. He continued thrusting into you and leaned forward, using the hand that was spanking you to hook around the back of Suguru’s neck and pull him close so he could kiss him. His tongue explored Suguru’s mouth and Suguru’s cock twitched as it got buried in the back of your throat.

Multiple pings went off as the tips began flooding in but they just became background noise to you all. All you three were focused on was each other’s pleasure. Suguru broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Kento’s, pants and moans leaving his lips. “Gonna cum sir, I’m gonna cum.” Kento smirked and pressed his lips against Suguru’s once more and he pulled back slightly, “cum for me pretty boy.”

Kento let Suguru go and he began thrusting into you at the same pace Suguru thrusted into your mouth. After a few thrusts Suguru’s hips stuttered and he began to coat your throat in his cum. “Cumming! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” He held you down on his cock until he finished then pulled you off and gripped your collar so he could lift your head and kiss you. You moaned and whimpered against his lips and Kento turned back to look at the webcam.

“Oh would you look at that, our highest tipper has a request. @/moneymei said ‘now that the pretty boy came, now it’s time to make the prettiest kitty cum, make sure she cries nice and loud.’ Wow you hear that, looks like our pretty kitty has an admirer, ready to cum kitty?” He pulled on your leash and yanked you back until your back was pressed against his chest. “What do you say kitty? Wanna cum? Wanna make our highest tipper happy?”

You were a complete mess at this point, the knot in your stomach was as tight as it could be and it was just begging to snap. “Please let me cum sir! Please let me cum! I wanna make everyone happy please!” He loosened his grip on your leash so you could drop onto your hands and began thrusting into you again. “Go cum kitty, you earned it.” At his command you moaned out loudly and Suguru leaned in to pepper kisses along your cheek and jaw and his hands tugged and teased your nipples to help you ride out your orgasm. Kento’s orgasm followed shortly after yours, he only thrusted a few more times and filled you to the brim with cum. He bent down and peppered kisses along your spine and once he filled you up the three of you were panting.

You all took a few seconds to collect yourselves and Kento pulled out of you so you could rest fully against the bed, giving the webcam a fucked out smile. Suguru shifted a bit to let you rest your head on his this and spoke. “Well, that’s all for tonight everyone. Thank you for the tips and for joining and we also have some fun news! Wanna tell ‘em kitty?”

You nodded and lifted your head a bit, “my birthday is this weekend and to celebrate we’re hosting a special stream and well you all can send us what you want us to do! I was thinking about having daddy and sir fill both my asshole and kittycunt at the same time! I’ve always wanted to try it on cam! Let us know what you want to see and see you then!” You all waved at the camera and Kento got up to shut off the stream and then dropped on the bed.

“Fuck that was so much fun. Let’s rest a bit and then we’ll take a nice hot bath with lots of bubbles and then we can order in. How does sushi sound?”

You and Suguru nodded and Kento got up to kiss you both softly. “I love you two so much, you’ve changed my life for the better.”

“We love you too, Kento.” Suguru smiled at him and nodded, “we love you a lot.”

Kento Nanami used to be a boring man who lived a boring life, then two special people showed up and made him look forward to whatever future he had as long as you two were in it.

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