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Saturday, September 28, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: THE REAL WEST (W Network) 8:00pm SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE (Global) 11:30pm UZUMAKI (adult swim) 12:30am
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
AMAZON PRIME CANADA NWSL: ANGEL CITY FC V WASHINGTON SPIRIT
CRAVE TV MAYA THE BEE (Season 1) THE THREE MUSKETEERS: MILADY
DISNEY + STAR THE JUDGE FROM HELL (two-episode premiere)
2024 PRESIDENTâS CUP (TSN) 7:00am: Day Three
MLB BASEBALL (SN1) 1:00pm: Pirates vs. Yankees (SN) 2:30pm: Marlins vs. Jays (SN Now) 8:00pm: Dodgers vs. Rockies (SN1) 9:30pm: Aâs vs. Mariners
NWSL SOCCER (TSN3) 1:00pm: Kansas City Current vs. NJ/NY Gotham
POINTSBET INVITATIONAL CURLING (TSN4) 3:00pm: Final 4
NHL HOCKEY (SN/SN360) 6:00pm: Ducks vs. Kings (TSN2/TSN4) 7:00pm: Leafs vs. Habs
CFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN5) 7:00pm: Alouettes vs. Argos
THE GARFIELD MOVIE (Crave) 7:15pm: Garfield, the Monday-hating, lasagna-loving indoor cat, finds himself on a wild outdoor adventure when his long-lost father draws him into a high-stakes heist.
SHORT FILM FACE OFF (CBC) 8:00pm: Amanda Parris presents Canadian directors sharing their films and vying for a cash award; "My Digital Boyfriend," "100 Days," "Smokebreak."
THE LOVE GALA (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: When Kate is given the job of planning her mom's Garden Gala, the biggest fashion event of the year, she has to compromise with the unhelpful head of the Botanical Garden.
SNAKES SOS: GOA'S WILDEST (Nat Geo Wild) 9:00pm/9:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Wildlife activists Benhail Antao and Louise Remedios discover an Indian spectacled cobra stuck in a well. Ben descends the well using a winch installed in his SUV to rescue it. In Episode Two, Benhail and Louise receive a distress call that a snake has bitten two pet dogs. They rush to the scene and find out that the culprit is an enormous Indian spectacled cobra.
BEING THE RICARDOS (Crave) 9:00pm: In 1952, Hollywood power couple Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz face a series of personal and professional crises that threaten their careers, their relationship and their hit TV show.
STARS FELL AGAIN (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: Hollywood agent Bryce Dixon is ready to propose to Madison during their Christmastime visit to her family in rural Oregon. However, the spontaneous engagement and wedding of Madison's sister throws Bryce's perfect plan into a tailspin.
FIRST TIME FEMALE DIRECTOR (CTV Life) 10:00pm: A writer steps in as a first-time director to avoid putting the play she's written in jeopardy. Barely surviving rehearsals, Sam vents to her therapist and tries some unconventional tactics to wrangle her eclectic cast and make her play a success.
MLS SOCCER (TSN) 10:30pm: Vancouver vs. Portland
WTA 1000 TENNIS (TSN5) 11:00pm: Beijing - Early Round Coverage Day #4
LOGAN (CTV) 12:30am: In the near future, a weary Logan (Hugh Jackman) cares for an ailing Professor X (Patrick Stewart) while protecting a young mutant girl (Dafne Keen) from the dark forces that want to capture her.
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It's another Sit & Chat episode with Kelli! Go and watch the entire thing because it's just great to listen to these guys and they're funny, but I went ahead and put timestamps to the parts where they talked about LR, MM, or LR:EF
47:06-54:35 This entire chunk is just them talking about their shows in general, including more specific stuff below
53:30-53:53 Kelli asks if the producers called the LR:EF cast up to wrap up LR:EF, would they (Bradley and Jake) do it. Bradley and Jake immediately say "No", but they also say that if they were asked to do just one more episode then they would do it (Kelli agrees she would do one more too). Bradley then begins to ask about what if LR:EF got wrapped up as a feature film instead, to which Kelli begins to share her thoughts about Bradley's proposal of the idea but never finishes what she was going to say
53:53-53:59 (I just thought that Bradley saying this was so funny lmao)
Bradley: "I think it'd be even funnier- cause, like- the last line was, like 'We're gonna go to war-' or something like that-"
Jake: "-'We'll give'em one!'"
Bradley: "-I think it should have just cut back to all of us dead"
53:59-54:35 They joke about Billy living in the wilderness because of how reclusive he is now. None of them know where Billy is, and he doesn't keep in contact with them and vice versa. Jake had recently seen Billy's brother Eric and asked him how Billy was doing, but apparently Billy is doing fine and just hanging out. Bradley and Jake would love to talk with Billy again though
1:04:10- 1:06:20 Kelli says that if she could go back in time with the knowledge she has now she would go back to Lab Rats and do things differently, like be more serious and ask more questions about the show and its production
#I know people change and actors aren't obliged to be friends with each other after they are done filming-#but it's kind of sad to see Billy choosing not to talk with them or them losing contact with Billy-#especially Kelli since he and Kelli were best friends and really close when they were filming Lab Rats#it seems like though there was a rough spot in their friendship when Billy got a DUI#who knows though and both of them seem to be living their best lives especially Billy since he dropped off the face of the earth ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ#the sit and chat#bradley steven perry#jake short#kelli berglund#lab rats elite force#mighty med#lab rats#disney lab rats#Youtube
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i bet white london vine/tik tok would be absolutely insane
#obviously red lonson would be wild with all the magic stuff#but there would be so much more of a hierarchy and influencer-type stuff#because a lot of people would be reaching for that higher status and showing off#theres more of an emphasis on staus in red#whereas in white people would just go wild with it tbh#some of it would be horrors beyond our comprehension for sure#but most people there would just be normal albeit desperate and traumatised people#the comedy would be incomprehensible and bizarre#if holland had one his only content would be short videos of every single animal he comes across#or maybe also videos of the danes in the same vibe as that one vine of the guy filming with the other guy doing the âbop it twist itâ song#hing in the background#just him blank faced while athos is doing some stupid shit in the background and astrid is not giving a shit#i hope anyone reading this know what vine i mean because idk how else to describe it lmao#i have not had enough sleep#i love holland so much i want to cry#give that man an instagram lets see what he posts#probably some pictures of plants#and the neighbourhood cat#adsom#shades of magic#adsom memes#holland vosijk#white london#astrid dane#athos dane
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i really like the tobacco - babysitter music video bcus it validates my feelings abt falkor being a horrific beastmonster and it pleases me that the puppet is being utilized for an appropriate horror-related purpose
#have i said i hate the neverending story movies bcus i do#it's one of the few things i hate viscerally for weak reasons#i think all the pupprts are ugly the story is boring af and all the acting voice & physical sucks and grates on me#i hate how everyone sounds and i despise every word they say i feel like i'm being spoken down to#my parents bought the 2nd on dvd at walmart for us children when i was under 10 and it was truly the most boring movie exp i had as a kid#i feel dumb but i just hate them sm and cant articulate beyond this#it isnt even that i genuinely find falkor terrifying it's mostly bcus i feel forced into finding him endearing#neverending story feels like it's forcing me to feel emotions i'm not like idk does that make sense#i think of the little girl shedding like a single tear and all i can think abt is wanting to slap it off her face as a kid#did anyone else hate these at all#anyway this mv tho. the way i feel abt it is that genuine excitement when it feels like art was made specifically for you#i feel seen and heard and the visuals delight me and the music elevates the whole experience#it's v cohesive for me very short horror film very i feel like i oughtta run but i need to keep an eye on this lurking thing#i need to know its deal !!#ok. i'm done thx for reading my 4am thoughts watch this music video and rejoice avec moi mes chères jtaime muah
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Is there anything I can do to help Palestinians besides call my representatives and beg them to stop killing people?
This is a great question. There are a few things you can doâjust off the top of my head:
BDS (Boycott, Divest, Sanction) https://bdsmovement.net/
Direct Action https://www.palestineaction.org/
Urge your University/School/Organization to put out a statement denouncing Israel
Organize a Protest/Participate in a local one
You might already be doing this but while calling your reps, tell them that as a voter, you're unwilling to support them in the upcoming election unless they urge the White House to take a stand against Israel and stop funding them
Share art/writing/films around Palestinian culture
If you're part of a union, ask them what they're doing to urge their industry leaders to take a stand against Israel + pressure the White House OR urge them to start a strike/walkout/etc if they're not doing anything already
Talk with your friends IRL about Palestine, whether in an activist capacity or watching a movie or literally anything
Reach out to a mosque to see if you can help them with anything
See if your city/state council has put out a statement in support of Gazans. If not, try to push them to do so.
Donate to Palestine Legal or Direct Action if you have some money to spare
KEEP TALKING ON SOCIAL MEDIA!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know some of these don't feel like they have as big of an impact on helping Palestinians, but we do need to make an effort not to forget their humanity in the face of continued erasure and the media's sensationalist rhetoric.
Talking on social media and postingâwhile not seeming like a lotâdoes SO much. I know in USAmerica, it's like yelling into a void, but political analysts are saying that most of the "Global South" has completely lost any amount of goodwill it may have had the past few years. Hopefully, countries will start to put sanctions and embargoes en masse on the US and Israel soon.
Our goals here are BOTH short-term and long-term. We hope for the life and liberation of the Palestinian people, so anything that you can think of might help at some point in the future is encouraged to at least try.
If anyone else has any more ideas, feel free to reblog and add on. Thank you for asking, and here is to a liberated Palestine where Palestinians can live and thrive without fear.
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⥠TW: NSFW, dubcon, bathroom sex, bullying, overall just really filthy smut, virgin insert, virginity loss, somewhat dom reader, somewhat bully reader, somewhat yandere reader
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You look like one of those girls that never smiles. Like, if he were to take that empty seat next to you in the lecture hall, youâd scowl with stink eyes and then proceed to fully ignore him. Yeah, a real bitch. That's what you look likeâscary. He bets all your socials are filled with the same pictureâthe same deadpanned pouty face over and over, every single one with hundreds of likes and comments saying âWow, babe!â followed by a dozen emojis from besties and horny admirers. Selfies in the mirror, showing off skin in your tight tops and short skirtsâsimilar to the outfit youâre wearing now. Captions saying, âYou can look, but you could never touch.â Yeah, he bets youâre a real attention whore. And the worst part is that youâre not even overselling, either. Youâre gorgeousâeven with that sour look on your face, heâd pay cold, hard-earned cash in exchange for a pair of your worn panties.
Yeah, thereâs no way heâd dare sit next to you. Heâs already sweating bullets just thinking about it. Even though youâre one in a million similar girls who wouldnât give him the time of day, he's still one in a million loser incels who would do anything for it. And thatâs the cold reality.
Even if heâd like to get just a whiff of your sweet perfume, he canât. The status quo forbids it. Heâs afraid the jocks will smell fresh blood in the water the moment he does, then swarm him in a matter of seconds, circling before tearing him to shreds. Theyâd beat him to a pulp in the bathroom, smash his head in over the sinkâpiss in the toilet, then flush it down with his bloodied faceâand heâd have to walk reeking of it all the way home.
So, noâhe really canât sit next to you.Â
But no other seats are available, and the lecture is starting soonâŚÂ
Why did absolutely everyone decide to show up today?
Oh fuck it, this isnât high school. College bullies surely donât bother with petty cases like this, right? Theyâre all about their frat initiations and rivalries to have enough spare time to beat him up over improper seating. Oh, but what if youâre one of their girlfriendsâyouâll tell on him, and then heâll definitely be beaten up, maybe even killed.
No. Heâs overthinkingâlike always. No one is that mean. If you donât like him sitting there, youâll just tell him. And heâll move. No harm done. Right? Heâs not sitting in the stairwell when thereâs a perfectly good and empty seat right there, right? Is he?
Yes. Yes, he is.Â
âHey, if youâre looking for a seat, this oneâs empty,â a sweet voice calls out over his inner monologue, making him clutch the strap of his bookbag tighter with a flinch of his entire rigid bodyâhis eyes peeled as he looked around to try and find the source of the sound even though he knew where it had come from. Itâs as if the possibility of your voice sounding like anything aside from a she-demon was out of the question. But no, it is you.Â
But thereâs no way youâre talking to him, so he looks around againâthere must be someone else in need of the seat aside from him. But then, why are you looking right at him? Are you pulling some type of prank? Are you really that cruel? Youâre probably filming him or somethingâlive-streamingâthe chatâs blaring with ew, what a creep and omg, uggo alert right about now. He should just go home before the jocks, along with the rest of the internet, can get him.
âAre you okay?â you askâbut no, he must be hearing you wrongâthereâs just no way, even though youâre looking right at him. âI think itâs starting soonâyou should probably sit.â
Itâs as if his fight or flight response is broken because he does the exact opposite of eitherâas if on autopilot, sitting down in a rush against his better judgment.
The lecture starts shortly, solidifying his choice, but he canât pay attention. No, he needs to keep his guard up. Any second now, someoneâs going to do a drive-by and throw a milkshake at him or something vile of the like, and youâll have filmed it all even though he canât spot you holding a phoneâand then the entire hall would burst into laughter at his expense.
âPstââ A soft whisper comes from next to him, from between the gloss of your pretty lips. You smell like candy and fruit, and it makes his gut tightenâboth from anxiety and something more shameful. âIâm sorry to bother you, but do you have a pen I could borrow? Mineâs all outâa ink.â
You give him an awkward smile, and he very nearly runs away. But no, heâs glued to the seatâwith nervously wrecked hands shaking as he bends for his bag and unzips it, reaching for his pencil case painfully slow as if disarming some type of bomb. Redoing the same when he opens the case and rummages for a viable pen he could offer.
When he hands it to you, heâs almost sure you plan to stab him with it. But you do no such thing.
âThanks, youâre a lifesaver!â You cheer instead, beaming with a much brighter smile than before. âI owe you!â
His ears ring with your praise. Blushing beat red as he rips away from your gazeâstill unable to focus on what the professor is preachingânot when from out of the corner of his eye, he can see you sucking on his pen like a lollypopâor something else not so innocent.
Oh, heâd been so wrong.
So, so, so very wrong.
You do smile. You smile a lot, actually. You just have one of those faces that rests bitchy. But still, bubbly airhead or not, a girl like you still shouldn't be seen with a loser like him. Itâs social suicide. And still, youâre on your knees before him in a dirty little bathroom stallâthe same dirty bathroom stall he feared getting a swirlie, scraping the walls with his nails to try and thwart his assailantsâonly, now clutching the walls for a much different reason, holding on for his mortal soul as you seek to suck it out of his fat throbbing cock.
You want to repay himâyouâd saidâfor the pencil. He hadn't understood why youâd winked at him before youâd all but dragged him off and flung him inside the menâs bathroom, having his very life flash before his eyes.
You both make the sloppiest sounds as you make an utter mess on and of him, making him cry on all frontsâcock weeping with thick pearly beads of pre while his eyes well up with tears down his flushed face, all sweaty with panic and bliss.Â
The moans springing from his chest are virginal and raw and sweet music to your ears, panting for you like a puppyâyouâre sure they can hear him out in the hallway when passing by. One of his hands clasps itself on top of his mouth, holding tightly to keep it all withinâeyes shut and brows cinched. And yet, he makes no effort to shove you offâhips left jerking and jittering in response to your refined technique where you take him deeply, all the way down to the base, hallowing your cheeks, throttling him with your throat as your tongue wipes his creamy slit clean.
Itâs painfully clear heâs never experienced anything like it, but thatâs what turns you on the most. Sick as you are, you could suck him dry and savor every drop of him, knowing youâre the first ever to get a taste. But no, by now, your pussyâs so soaked you feel yourself dripping past the soggy lace of your panties, running down your soft thighs in waste.
Heâs misty-eyed when you pull off with an ever-cruel popâa sick mix of relief and sorrow warping his chest, feeling conflicted by the pulse making him think heâs on the verge of a heart attack if you continueâand another strumming his cock, making him think heâs going to keel over and die if you leave him unfinished.
Even so, heâs in a state of complete shell shock as you mount him on top of the toilet seat heâs melting against. Chest heaving, watching you as you lift your skirt up and peal your slick underwear to the side for him to lay his bleary swiveled eyes on your bared and dripping pussy.
âI love nice guys like youââ you moan, pouring the honeyed words down his throat as you ghost his parted lips with your spit-slicked ones, straddling his lap and shimmying ever closer until your tits squish against his chest. âThey make me so wet, I lose all self-control.âÂ
He gulps in your shadow, looking up at you for mercyâcock twitching painfully between your thighs as your wrap your hand around his base real snug, giving him a nice tug as you line him up with your needy heatâmaking him all but squeal beneath you.
Your other hand makes its way into his hair, braiding your fingers within the locks to hold him steadyâgently pulling his head back while leering down at him like caught prey. Playing with him just so, teasing him with your words, all in your sultry voice, making his head spin hot with a fever, âYouâll be a good boy and fuck me, wonât you? Pretty please?â
His breaths are heavy and wet, coming out shaky with his instant answer, âY-yesââ all weak in a pathetic whimper that almost has you cum too soon.
âYouâre so nice~ thank you,â you croon against his lips, kissing him sloppily with your tongue in his mouth as you shift your hips and start lowering your sopping cunt down upon his seeking length, taking him in with greedy ease, eagerly gripping his soft cockhead like a toy in a claw machine.
âFhuâfuckââ he stutters under his breath, whinging before planting his teeth into his lip to keep it at bayâfeeling like putty beneath you, sweaty and heavy and dumb, eagerly wanting all which you sought to give himâonly more flushed at your mean undertones as you play with him like food on a silver platter.
You sling your arms around his neck and push your chest harder against him, moaning all too brazenly, âOh! Fuck yesâthatâs so good,â you sing while slowly taking him in further. âA nice guy with a big bad bullyâs dick is the best!âÂ
He whines in return as his inches get eatenâeach devoured one by one until his tip kneads into the mouth of your womb.
Sighing happily, you kiss his cheek and put your lips right at his ear with another wanton whimper, âYou fill me up so so good.â Roosting on the size, thighs resting flush against his, feeling all giddy as it stretches you out oh-so-nicely. âSuch a good toy-cock for me,â keening at the way it twitches inside you, pulsing in response to your tight walls, clenching it in ways itâs never before felt.
His eyes are already rolling back into his skull once you start lolling your hipsâriding him, but keeping him deep at all timesâlifting just enough for it to pull out only a little before sinking back down, making it settle into that perfect needy little spot inside you that makes your whole body shiver in delight.
âMmh,â You suck his ear lobe, releasing it with a soft bite, before smiling down at him and his sweat-pilled expression. Cooing at him, âYouâre a virgin, arenât you?â
He canât even answer with words anymore, only giving a dumb mewl as he nods his head. But, of course, youâre already well aware.
âMmhââ your eyes gleam with delight, giving his lap a mean ride, leaving him all but breathless, before asking, âDâyou like it, virgin boy? âYou like my pussy? Like the way it milks your chubby cock for your cum?â
He nods again, even more eagerly this timeâlooking downright pathetic in every sense of the word.
âDo you want to?â you offer to his desperation, feeling as though heâs falling apart at your fingertips, needing you to hold him together. âIâll let you since youâre such a sweet guyââ you tease while clenching his cock, making it impossible to want anything else no matter the consequence. âIn exchange for a favor, of course.â
He couldnât care less what the favor wasâway beyond willing to pay any price you ask of him as he finally makes a move and grabs your hips with a strength you hadnât thought he had the balls to perform, planting you down firmly and holding you with such need as his hips jitter and stutterâresting his cheek on your shoulder in drool and tears with a lovesick groan leaving him as he fills your pussy up with his creamy spend.
His whole body shakesâspasming in cute little aftershocks as he clutches onto your body, hugging you tightly.
You respond in kind, cuddling him and kissing the top of his head. âThat was so warm and fillingâwhat a good boyâyou did so well,â you murmur ever-sweetly while petting his head, combing through his sweaty locks with your long glitter-pink nailsâkeeping your voice saccharine. âDid you enjoy yourself, hm? Your first time cumming in pussy instead of your dirty olâ sock?â
You pick his face upâcupping his sloppy jaw in both palmsâhis eyes half-mast and glazed as you nose-kiss him with a smile on your face.
âYou loved it, didnât you? Silly virgin boyâŚâ
Your cunt tingles at the sight of himâwrecked beauty, sweaty and undone. You feel his cock unswell inside you and decide to lift off and release himâletting it flop out and splat on his tummy in a puddle of slick.
âLook,â you fuss, holding his face in direction of it. âYou made such a pretty messâisnât it lovely?â
Your pussy is left glistening and puffy, still wanting and waiting for its final hurrah. Your breath turns headier and so does your voice, now with a new darkness to it as you whisper, âTime for that favor, sweet boy.âÂ
He blinks dumbly, impossibly hopeless, wrapped so tightly around your pinky itâs pitiful. Of course, you take advantageâguiding his head to level with your cunt.Â
âOpen wide, tongue out flat.â
He obeys wordlessly. And oh god it makes your gut stir viscouslyâwatching his tongue loll free between parted lips.
Your voice flares with bliss at the sight, shy of unhinged, as you giggle breathily, âThatâs rightâtaste the pretty mess you made.â
Heâs pushed face-first, trapped between your thighs with his jaw like an open cup beneath you, tonguing the mixed slick from your slit and slurping it all up without shame.
And fuckâit feels so good, you lose even more of your mind while tugging him even closerâall but pulling him off the toilet seat, making him kneel down on the floor instead. And still, he makes no effort to escape, but the oppositeâseeking to go deeper into your cunt, crying into you as he laps up every last drop of yours and his arousalâmaking your thighs quake around him, grinding down against his mouth, onto his eager tongue, having it pet your clit over and over until you also come to the same sudden stumbling halt.
âYesâyes! Oh, fuck! Iâm gonnaâitâs comingââ
And there it goes, ripping along your loins, surging from your lower belly. With both your hands tangled harshly in his hair, heâs not going anywhere, lips locked with yours as it starts pouring.
Youâre squirting on himâhot and hardâon his tongue, inside his mouth, down his throat, in his belly. Youâre squirting on him and heâs drinking it, he realizesâbut even so, he isnât able to stop. Instead, he unwinds his jaw even wider, digs his tongue deeper, and accepts every drop of the warm stream as it drenches his face and splashes down his collar and shoulders, utterly soaking his shirt, making in see-through as it clings to his chest like a second skin.
Youâve closed your eyes and thrown your head back, basking in every last little twitch of your body as you relieve yourself all over his face.
Finally, after a moment, you let go of his hair and step backâfeeling refreshed and happy with your workâseeing the poor loser sit before the toilet, all drenched and exhausted with his limp cock spent and messy, looking like a beautiful wreck.
You smile, pulling your panties back in place, and you skirt down again before unlocking the stall and opening the door, only looking back at him for a moment, tapping your nail at a few matching pink scribbles written on the wall. âHereâs my number and address if you wanna have more fun." And then you leave, just like that. "Bye-bye~â
⥠BNHA â Amajiki, Deku, Shigaraki, Shinso ⥠JJK â Yuuta, Choso, Nanami ⥠HQ â Kageyama, Kenma ⥠CSM â Denji ⥠BLLK â Isagi ⥠DS â Zenitsu ⥠WB â Sakura, Nirei
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Pornstar Dream ᥣđŠ â˘ď˝ĄęŞŕ§ Ëâ
âin which your friends help you make something other than solo porn for your onlyfans (with a week full of dick appointments of course).
ânanami, choso, sukuna, toji, gojo n geto
âcw: smut, daddy kink, overstimulation, mommy kink, passing out, bondage, gagging, threesome, choking, pussy eating, degradation, praise, breeding, pussy/clit slapping, double penetration, cervix fucking, belly bulge, mask kink, a lot more.
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Nanami. Monday 10:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m.
Hearing the ring of your doorbell, you smiled. Jogging down the stairs in just a sexy black robe to swing open the door. Nanamiâs cheeks tinted red as he greeted you.
âHi Kento!â you grinned, embracing him into a hug, âthank you so much for agreeing to this.â
Clearing his throat, Nanami half hugged you back with a short nod. Trying his hardest to keep his eyes off of you. âYeah, no problem.â
Pulling away, you grabbed the manâs hand and pulled him into your home. Leading him upstairs into the massive guest bedroom where you filmed.
âOkay,â you started, picking up a pitch black ski mask and handing it to him. âThe camera wonât be picking up your face, but you can put this one if youâd like.â
Nanami shook his head, âNo itâs fine.â
âGreat! Well letâs get started kay?â
Nanami found himself sat on your bed as you climbed onto his lap. His head straight forward to avoid falling into the cameraâs line of sight. Despite you being able to crop him out.
He groaned when you brought yourself down on his cock. Letting out a soft mewl as your pussy took him all the way it. âHmm,â you moaned, beginning to bounce up and down slowly while grinding your hips. âFuck.. daddy,â
Nanamiâs eyes widened, his cock throbbing against your walls as his grip on your hips tightened. Helping you speed up your pace to begin fucking yourself on his cock. The man let out a string of deep grunts, the sight of you whimpering while rutting yourself on his cock was almost enough for him.
âNnghâ so good daddy,â you breathed, âsooo fucking good, ahh.â Your lip between your teeth as you gripped his shoulders. Rocking your hips back and forth at a fast pace, your clit rubbing against his base region with each movement.
Your head fell back with your lips parted, your eyes closing as you clenched down on him. âO-ohââ Nanami noticing the way your movements got sloppy before gripping your ass. Fucking up into you at an almost inhuman pace. âF-fuckkââ you cried out. A silent scream falling past your lips as your eyes rolled back. Allowing Nanami to do the work while you simply moaned and cried, his veiny hand curling around your neck.
âShit- thatâs it doll.â the man cursed, his breathing getting heavy as your wetness coated his cock. Blunt tip bumping into your g spot each time it grazed your walls.
âD-daddy.. feels so good,â you let out a high pitched mewl, ââm so close.â
Nanamiâs cock fucking up into you making your stomach fill with heat, a coil building up as you were engulfed in pleasure. You could feel your head becoming dizzy as you neared your orgasm, your body trembling as your noises increased in volume.
Your toes curled with a chant of daddyâs. Your nails piercing past the muscular manâs skin. Nanami trying to keep his words limited incase someone recognized him, letting out a low husky string of curses while watching his cock disappear within your sopping cunt.
âF-fuck,â you let out your final cry, a shiver raking through your body before you were cumming on his cock. Drenching him in your clear liquid with a choked whimper.
Nanami groaned, his fingers squeezing into your ass and around your neck as he buried himself deep. Pumping ropes of thick cum onto your slippery walls.
You hummed in content, turning your body in his lap when he pulled out. Using your fingers to spread your folds for his cum to spurt out lewdly.
When you were done you ran to turn off all cameras. Grinning at Nanami before pressing a kiss to his lips, âThank you again Kento.â
Choso. Tuesday 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m.
Choso was nervous when you had asked him to be in your video, but agreed nonetheless. Walking up shyly to your door before ringing the bell.
Running his hand through his hair to fluff it right before the door swung open. The man swallowing hard as he saw your robe clad frame. âChoso! you made it.â you smiled. And he only nodded while handing you a mini bouquet of flowers. âY-yeah. And i uh.. i got you these.â
You cooed, pulling him in for a hug making his face burn red. Heâd seen your solo content, so it was very hard for him to look at you without thinking back to all the loads heâd blown to the sight.
You led Choso upstairs after getting a vase for the flowers. Pulling him into your recording room while breaking down what would be happening.
âSo you can put this on to hide your face.â you offered, holding out a black ski mask which Choso took with no protest. Putting it on after peeling his clothes off of him.
You sat him down of a chair instead of your bed. Tying his hands behind him and kneeling in between his legs. The cameras already rolling, âReady?â
Choso nodded, âMhm.â
Choso whimpered as you began stroking his cock slowly. Your touch soft on his skin as you teasingly circled your wrist on his tip. Spreading his precum and using it to fist his cock. Your lip in between your teeth as you smiled to the camera. Chosoâs mewls loud and whiny as his body jerked.
âAww, you like that baby?â you teased, âLike when mommy fist fucks your pretty cock?â
He nodded with a moan, his back arching as you sped up your movements, his cock throbbing when you raked a nail up his distinct vein. âNnghâ l-love ittt, o-oh fuck, love it mommy.â
You hummed, your face seductive as you switched between teasing his aching red tip and stroking down his length. The man tugging at the ropes in an attempt to rut his hips upward into your fist.
âNnghâ more- ahh, please m-more.â
You squeezed down on his base, his head falling back with a needy whimper as his breathing sped.
âYou take what i give you okay baby?â
He let out a cry, his chest rising and falling heavily as you continued to tease him. âNngh- m-mommy..â Chosoâs back arched when you placed a kiss to his tip. Swirling your tongue around the glistening mushroom head.
Choso let out a string of moans, his hips thrusting up when you took his cock past your lips. Letting out a long shaky breath as you bobbed your head. Taking him all the way into your throat with a tiny gag.
His abs glistened with sweat as you sucked him off. Adorable noises filling the room as you brought him to his release. âF-fuck mommy- âm cumming. Nngh âm cumming mommy.â his voice cracked as it got high pitched.
Choso let out a broken whine when you stepped all movements. âN-no.. why?â you could hear the tears forming in his eyes.
âShh baby, mommyâs gonna give you something even better.â climbing on top of him and sinking down on his cock. âThere we go.. good boy.â His cries of pleasure even louder than before as you fucked him with your tightness.
His mewls and whimpers making you even more wet as you lifted yourself off and back onto his cock. Your ass flush on his lap every time you bottomed down.
Your moans mixed with his. Hands secure on his shoulders as you rocked yourself back and forth, his cock prodding your g spot each time. âFuck, does that feel good baby?â
âUh huh,â Choso choked out, âs-so good, haah.â
You could feel his cock twitching against your walls. Your head falling back and your lips parting in soft mewls. âGonna cum baby? Gonna let it out fâ me.â
Choso nodded, âyeah,â he breathed, ââm there mommy.â
âCum in me okay? Fill my pussy with your cum.â your demanded, grinding your hips quickly as you approached your own orgasm. Drenching Chosoâs cock with a cry before he was doing the same. Pumping you full of his cum with a whimper.
When you were both finished you panted heavily. Momentarily turning to the camera and thrusting two fingers into you for Chosoâs cum to run out.
Eventually untying him and pulling off his mask with a giggle. His face fucked out and flushed as he looked up at you.
âThanks Cho,â pressing a kiss to his lips.
Sukuna. Wednesday 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m.
Sukuna didnât even knock when he got to your house. Waltzing in like he owned the place and making his way straight up to your recording room.
You let out a yelp when you saw the man by the door, a smirk on his face as he took in all the technology. âSo youâre a full time slut huh?â He scoffed jokingly. Opening his arms for you to jump into. Wrapping your arms around his neck with a grin. âHi Kuna.â
âHi princess, i see youâre pretty much all set up.â You nodded with your lips between your teeth, clad in nothing but your black robe as Sukuna hummed. Allowing you to lead him to the bed while explaining everything.
âHandcuffs, ropes, gag..â Sukuna listed with a grin, âI like it.â Peeling off his shirt to reveal a litter of tattoos on his pale skin and a half sleeve full. His muscles prominent as he stretched. âGonna do this pussy real good.â
You found yourself on your bed. Your hands handcuffed to the headboard and your feet tied in their spread out position. You whimpered as Sukuna placed a blindfold on your eyes. Getting ready to gag you next. âK-Kuna? You sure you wanna let your face show?â
âTheyâve gotta know whoâs making you scream somehow, and if you blur out my face iâm spanking that ass red.â
You nodded shakily, Sukuna strapping the ball between your lips before biting your neck softly. Trailing hot kisses down your chest with a groan. âFuck.. wish you had called me for this earlier. Couldâve made a fortune outta this.â he mumbled lowly.
Your breath hitched when you no longer felt Sukuna against you. You shivered when his touch was replaced by a sharp nail raking up your chest. Circling each one of your breasts before tracing the sides of your waists. He was silent, keeping you breathing heavily in anticipation as a smirk graced his features.
Your back arched with a muffled mewl when Sukunaâs hand came down hard on one of your tits. The stinging sensation sending wetness straight to your pussy. Your chest rose and fell as Sukuna continued trailing your chest. Pressing his lips to your stomach before his hand came down on your other one.
Pulling another muffled cry from you with a hum. He twisted your nipples between his fingers as he kissed down to your cunt. Teasingly kissing everywhere else but where you craved to feel him. When he finally reached your pussy he groaned. âSo fucking wet fâme.â Kissing your clit while his finger ran between your folds.
You could only moan behind the gag when he licked a stripe up your slit. Making out with your clit before dragging his tongue back down into your wetness. Your body jerked with a broken whimper when Sukunaâs hand laded directly on your clit. The sensitive bud throbbing at the contact.
You mewled, tugging at your restraints when Sukuna began lapping at your wetness. His tongue darting out to collect your sweetness with his mouth latched onto your pussy.
Another jerk passing through your body with a cry when his hand came down even harder. His tongue still working wonders as it dipped into you, his fingers pinching at your clit before coming down in two more consecutive hits.
Your eyes grew teary under the fabric. The blinking camera picking up the way your breaths became heavier by the time Sukuna had swapped his tongue and fingers. Curling the long digits into your walls while he tongued the rest of you.
Your body was filled with heat when Sukuna gripped your hip. Not being able to see the way he looked darkly at your trembling body. Basking in your incoherent noises as he feasted, feeling his cock grow hard underneath him.
The coil in your stomach grew stronger and. stronger. Unable to voice your release as you clenched down on his fingers with a silent scream, pussy gushing onto his hand and chin making him grunt into you. âFuck, thatâs it.â Replacing his fingers with his mouth to swallow down your juices.
Sukunaâs cock was collecting your wetness before you knew it. Roughly thrusting into you with a deep breath. His thick cock stretching you almost painfully as he bottomed out.
You mewled when he began fucking into you. His pace immediately hard and fast as his massive girth rammed into your tightness. You let out a string of loud cries, Sukunaâs hand wrapping around your neck as he glanced to the camera right in front of him. Giving it a grin before focusing his attention back onto you.
âShit, taking me so well. Pretty little slut, fuckk.â he groaned, his tip hammering into your g spot making your back arch. Both your hands and legs pulling at their ties at the immense pleasure.
Drool ran past your lips as your body was rocked back and forth with Sukunaâs harsh thrusts. Tears staining your cheeks as he pierced deep into you. His hips holding no mercy as he moved.
Sukuna reached up to wipe your chin with his thumb. His deep voice sending shivers down your spine when he teased, âSo messy,â using his hand to spread to spit all over your face before landing his palm on your cheek.
A loud cry leaving you at the burning sensation in your face. Only to have your head turned to the side when he landed another one. âSo fucking pretty like this.â Tightening his grip on your neck to allow him to drill into your cunt.
Short screams matching his brutal thrusts as his cock fucked past your cervix entrance. Grazing your gummy walls perfectly on its way in and out.
You clenched down on him hard, letting out a series of muffled noises as you came. Soaking the sheets while you creamed Sukunaâs cock. The man letting out a deep groan with sped up breaths, âFuck, can i cum in you?â Cursing out when you nodded, his head falling back as he stilled. Spilling ropes if his warm sticky cum deep into you.
âShit..â he breathed, panting as he pulled out. The camera behind him picking up the way the liquid seeped out of you.
Sukuna untied you before removing the gag and blindfold. Watching as you sleepily blinked up at him through wet lashes. He helped you up, chucking at your messy face before kissing your nose. âLemme help you get cleaned up yeah? Youâll worry about the cameras afterwards.â Knowing that you had tons of editing to do anyways, meaning that you could just cut the last part out.
Toji. Thursday 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.
When you opened the door for Toji, he smirked widely. His hands on your waist forcing you to the tips of your toes to kiss you. âYou look so fucking hot in that robe. Just wanna rip it off you already.â
You giggled, doing a little spin for him and listening to the way he groaned. Pulling you into him for a hug. His nose buried in your neck while he groped your ass in hiss large hand. âFuck.. we havenât even started and iâm hard.â
When you bring him up to your room, you explain how things would be going. Toji barely paying attention as he scanned the room. âCan i wear my own mask?â he cut you off, finally turning his attention to you as pulled a ghost face mask out of his pocket.
âItâs a bit late for halloween Toji.â
âBut itâs never too late to make a pretty little slut like you squirm.â His deep voice spoke lowly, stalking towards you with the mask on his face. His head tilted as you were backed into your bed. Falling into a sitting position with Toji standing over you, his fingers gripping your chin to make you look up at him. âHmm, thatâs exactly what iâm talking about,â running his thumb over your bottom lip after seeing the way your thighs clenched.
âF-fine.. you can wear the mask,â you grumbled.
âWas gonna wear it either way but thanks sweetheart.â he chuckled shortly, his demeanor going serious when he sighed, âNow, when do i get to ruin that tight cunt of yours?â His eyes darkening with lust as he watched your breathing speed up.
âY-yeah.. uh l-let me just set up the c-cameras and weâre good to go.â you stuttered, wetness pooling between your legs as you went to set up.
Toji began fucking into you like a mad man. First fingering you to stretch you out before he was full on hammering into your pussy. The blinking camera capturing the way his muscular body flexed with each slam of his hips.
Your eyes were teary as you moaned and cried out. Your body rocking back and forth with every bruising thrust. Toji grunted on top of you, his hand holding tightly onto your neck as he bullied his fat cock even deeper.
Your noises increasing in volume as you turned to look at the camera to let them see how good you were getting fucked. Your tits bouncing wildly as Tojiâs force shook the entire bed.
âFucking look at me.â he growled out, and you whimpered as he tightened his grip on you. âThese fucks get to see your dumbed out face all the time, itâs my turn.â Letting out a groan before his hips took an inhuman pace.
You could not see his face, only the image of ghostface looking down at you making you moan loudly. Your back arching as you clenched down on Toji. âNnghâ o-oh f-uckk.. so good- ahhâ so g-good.â you cried. Feeling yourself grow closer to orgasm.
âA-ahh, fuckâ To- nngh,â you caught your almost slip up, eyes rolling back in a string of shaky mewls when Tojiâs other hand pinned your wrists above your head. Masked face coming down to your ear in a deep husk, âYa like that you little slut? Being fucked in front of a camera for hundreds to see. Such a dirty fucking girl.â
Tojiâs smirk widened under his mask, âLetâs give these idiots a show.â
After you came once, he roughly twisted and turned your body into his desired position. Your face in the sheets and your ass in the air. His hand on the back of your neck forcing you to stay down while he bounced himself off your ass.
A dragged out cry leaving your mouth each time his cock rammed deep into you. Threatening to push past your cervix when he sped up his movements.
Your toes curled, drool soaking the sheets as Toji fucked you dumb. Your puffy clit throbbing from the harsh hits of Tojiâs heavy balls. âNnhâ âs so deep.â you mewled, getting nothing in return but a hard slap to your ass. âYeah? Better fucking take it.â Toji grunted, his tip kissing your g spot meanly before poking against the skin of your stomach. Creating a visible bulge for everyone to see.
Tojiâs head fell back with a groan, his other hand on your hip pulling you onto his cock to match his thrusting pace.
Your brain was foggy. Dizzy even. Your vision clouding as you approached yet another orgasm. Tojiâs hand on your neck forcing your head up to face the main camera. âThatâs it, show them how good this dick is fucking you. Wanna hear you say it.â
You let out a scream like moan, your stomach burning with heat as your back arched. âF-fuckkâ feels so good. Your cock is fucking me soooo good.â you mewled.
âGood girl. Now make a fucking mess.â
You came with a cry, squirting messily onto Tojiâs cock and the bed below. Your body trembling and your eyes closing as you were fucked through your high.
In the next few hours Toji had fucked you in all kinds of positions. Your bottom half on the bed while your hands support med your frame on the floor. Toji at the end of the bed lowering his hips onto your sopping cunt. Your cries whiny at the overstimulation.
âLook at you, taking my cock like a fucking champ, bet those men must be wishing to get a feel of that pussy while jerking off.â
âNnghâ youâre not supposed to say that.â you let out a broken whine. Tojiâs cock fucking down hard into you as gravity forced your wetness to run down your torso.
âShit- itâs true. Pussy feels like fucking heaven, iâd want a feel if i was in their place.â He rasped, his breathing getting heavy as his cock twitched. Bringing you to another orgasm before manhandling you some more.
Fucking you in full nelson as you sobbed from all the pleasure. âI canâtâ nngh, i canât.. âs too much.â Sweat covering his body as he breathed into your ear. âYou can take it. Fuck- just give me two more yeah?â
Holding you directly in the cameraâs sight when your pussy gushed. Streams of the clear liquid spraying messily into the air. Toji whistling lowly at the distance it reached.
Then he was bouncing you on his cock, your body falling limp into his chest as he moved your hips. Incoherent babbles falling past your lips as you drenched his thighs. An accidental daddy slipping past your lips as you began to rock back and forth weakly.
âShit, call me that again.â
âNnghâ d-daddy,â you mewled loudly, your noises high pitched as your clit bumped against his pelvic region.
Toji groaned, âFuck- youâre driving me crazy. Whoâs your daddy baby? Whoâs fucking this slutty pussy so good?â
Your legs quivered, clenching down hard as your head fell onto his shoulders. âY-you. Haah.. you are.â Letting out a short choked scream as your orgasm washed over you painfully. Creaming his cock with a shaky string of whimpers.
Toji letting out a deep chant of curses as he finally allowed himself to release. âShit- can i cum in ya sweetheart?â Only to look down to find you gone. Passed out against him as your chest rose and fell softly. âFucking hell.â His voice cracking ever so slightly as he pumped endless amounts of cum into you. Stuffing your cunt to the brim in the thick white substance.
Lifting you off his cock for the camera to see your pussy flutter, his cum running lewdly out of your in spurts.
âShit.. really fucked ya hard didnât i,â Toji bit his lip from under his mask. Pulling it off his face to wink at the camera with a short wave and a smirk. âHey there.â Laying you down onto the bed and placing a kiss to your lips with a sigh. âLetâs see if i can find anything in this big ass place.â
Walking away to find a warm rag or something to clean you up. Leaving the camera running not only because he didnât know how to use it. But to at least show these people what even the slightest aftercare looked like.
If you decided to keep that part in, that was.
Gojo n Geto. Friday 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.
When you asked Gojo and Geto, the two insisted that they tag teamed you. And you were more than willing to try.
You greeted the two at the door with a smile, being embraced on both sides by the towering men. Gojo smirked, âhi baby,â while Geto placed a kiss to your neck, âhello princess.â
âHey guys.â
Gojo whistled, âYou look so fucking hot in that robe baby, canât wait to take it off ya.â You giggled, grabbing their hands and pulling them up to the room. âSo this is what fucking yourself for some horny men gets you..â Geto laughed.
âSo you guys have two options, i can crop and blur out your faces or you can wear these.â Holding up two masks for which both men shook their heads. Geto grinned, âFuck.. iâm hard just thinking about what weâre going to do to you.â
You found yourself on your hands and knees, Geto fucking roughly into while Gojo fucked your face. Your moans and cries muffled as you were rocked back and forth.
âShit,â Geto grunted, kneading at the soft flesh of your ass before landing a hard smack, âpussyâs so fucking tight.â You mewled onto Gojoâs cock, gagging and sputtering slightly at his length as he mercilessly slammed into your throat. Heavy balls slapping your chin with each movement.
Your eyes became teary, the feeling of Getoâs cock hammering your g spot making your head feel fuzzy as you whimpered. Your back arching with a string of cries and your breathing speeding up.
The two men watched as your body trembled, your tits shaking lewdly as squelching noises filled the air. Gojo groaned, his hand on your head forcing you to bob up and down his cock even faster as tears stained your cheeks.
The angled camera picking up the way you were destroyed on both ends. Your pussy clenching on Getoâs cock as a thick creamy ring formed at his base. You let out a short moan each time Getoâs cock bullied its way deeper.
Your words incoherent as you shakily announced that you were close. Your hand reaching down to rub at your clit with a high pitched cry.
âThatâs it pretty girl. Fucking cum for us.â Gojo groaned, his head falling back as he approached his own release. Your eyes rolled back as you came messily, squirting uncontrollably onto the bed and Getoâs thighs. The black haired man only grunting deeply at the force. âGood fucking girl.. making a mess just like a little slut.â
âThink you can take both of us at once?â Gojo questioned, and you swallowed hard when he pulled out of your mouth. His cock dripping sloppily with your spit. His fingers reached under your chin, lifting your head to look up at him. âWhat do you say baby?â
You whimpered, âO-okay.â Making both males grin.
Gojo grabbed the black mask, hurriedly putting it over his head before throwing one to Geto, the other man putting his on as well before getting themselves in place.
Geto sat at the edge of the bed with you on his lap, his lips on your ear as he whispered, âIf it hurts too much at any point i will stop okay?â You nodded in agreement, shivering as Geto used your wetness as lube.
His cock prodding at your ass before lowering you down slowly. Youâd used toys for anal before, so it wasnât bad apart from the small sting from his girth.
You moaned softly, your back on Getoâs chest with your front facing the main camera. The side camera picking up the way Gojo came up in front of you, Geto holding your legs up for his best friend to line up with your tightness.
You mewled loudly when Gojo thrusted into you. Your chest rising and falling rapidly at the fullness. You could feel both their cocks pushing against each other as they went deeper. Feeling them all the way in your stomach as you allowed yourself to get used to it.
You gave a nod signaling you were ready, your head resting on Getoâs shoulder while your nails dug into his biceps. Moaning loudly when they wasted no time in simultaneously fucking into you.
Matching each otherâs rhythm until you were crying out shakily, small tears staining your cheek as you clenched down in both ends. The two men grunting as they relentlessly drilled both your holes. Geto pulling out when Gojo thrusted in and Gojo pulling out when Geto thrusted in.
The two worked to find a pace that drove you over the edge, your mouth hung open in non stop cries as a coil built in your stomach. âNnghâ âm close.. feels so good.â You moaned, your vision blurring as your toes curled.
Gojoâs thumb swiped across your bottom lip, âYeah? Is our little baby gonna cum for us again?â He cooed, pushing his thumb past your lips for you to swirl your tongue around. A hum sounding in his throat before his palm connected with your cheek. A small yelp leaving you before your mouth was stuffed by his fingers again.
âLook at you taking both of us so well. Little fucking slut.â Geto gritted before groaning deeply, âIf ya keep squeezing me like that sweetheart, iâm gonna cum.â
You barely processed his words, your own high washing over you as you came. Your body shaking as you slobbered all over Gojoâs hand. Moaning out loudly while creaming his cock.
âShitâ there we go.â Geto breathed. Both he and Gojo husking out a curse as they both stilled. Pumping you full of cum from both ends. You swore you could feel your stomach swell when they finished.
You whimpered when Gojo slipped out of you first, his cum seeping out your pussy in spurts before Geto followed suit. Pulling out of your ass and allowing his cum to run out of the small gape.
Lifting you up and bending your folded body back. Revealing your leaking cunt and ass to the camera while you batted your lashes.
When you were done, both men fixed their hair from the mask. Gojo smirking widely as he panted, âFuck baby, shouldâve let us fuck you like this way sooner.â
Geto nodding in agreement, âYeah, if i knew you could take cock so well iâd be dicking you down more often.â
Your cheeks heated, the two chuckling as you led them into your master bathroom for a group shower.. and more.
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â§ď˝ĄË a shy nympho camgirl seeks a partner to help her film content on a dating app. soon, meeting up with a handsome man who's willing to do anything for the pretty girl he chats with.
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đŠđźđŠđ˘đŽ đź 14k. pwp, lowercase intended, age gap ę° toji is 36, reader is 24 ęą submissive reader, pleasure!dom toji, bondage ę° belt ęą, check ins, heavy praise, overstimulation, aftercare, unprotected, videography, oral ę° f + m ęą , squirting + kreaming, spanking, choking, hair pulling, mild degradation, intimacy on high, toji is intimidating, manhandling, masturbation, daddy kink srry not srry, pet names ę° baby, girl, pretty, sweetheart, angel ęą minors aren't welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated!
๨ৠâ ę° đđđâđâđ đđđđĄđĄđŚ đĄâđđ˘đâđĄđ ęą: this took me so long to finish y'all but im super proud of it. one of my favorite works so far so i hope yâall enjoy. âĄ
you hold your notebook in your hands, a bright pink color with numerous doodles sketched onto its cover, your pen on the back of your ear as you slowly cross off a list of things you needed to buy while browsing on your laptop. your room is quiet aside from the soft sound of music playing from your stereo, beyoncĂŠâs cowboy carter album playing from start to finish while you slumped into your soft pink duvet hiding beneath a white canopy slip. the air is crisp how you like, a fresh, chunky strawberry is chewed between teeth, and your skin is freshly scrubbed and moisturized, only covered in a matcha green two piece short and tank set. a laptop sits on your thighs as you cross your legs, twirling your left calf as you bury your back into your mountain of plushies.
this was frustrating. you never realized how hard this would be to find someone to fuck, let alone film content with. youâd made a profile on hinge a week prior to now, and most of the matches werenât close to peaking your interest. most of the men seemed like creeps, some too old . . . giving very much grim reaper. and others, too young, freshly adults at that. you think youâve made yourself appealing enough. cute profile with full faced pictures, personality traits, daily interests even . . . but it somehow didnât attract those you truly wanted.
as your sticker covered macbookâs motherboard screamed for air, warm on your thighs and now sliding on your tummy the further you leaned back. . . you were growing tired. huffing and puffing from literal exhaustion. am i wasting my time? should i just go out and find people like in the movies? but this generation made it so hard to even physically connect anymore. what happened to people running into each other at a coffee shop, a book store, a park? sharing interests and going on dates. granted, what you were looking for was strictly work related. you wouldnât dare stare a stranger in the eye you bumped into at the farmers market and ask, âhey, wanna fuck me for content?â itâd be tasteless. you have self respect. others may think differently considering your side quests to fund the unfathomable reality of adulthood on top of just being a girl.
âthis fucking sucks,â you groan to yourself, thumb aching from how quickly you hit the big âxâ on the bottom left corner of your phone screen.
maybe it was time to call it a night. you had an early shift at the salon, about five clients to be exact, booking either re-twists, goddess braids, or a wig install. so you had to save your hand strength. sighing, you shut off your laptop and set it aside on your nightstand, disconnecting the music from your phone before getting up to cut off the light. your fluffy cat that laid on the edge of your bed shooting her head up in alarm, ready to follow at any adventure you pursued.
ârelax, mommyâs not going anywhere,â you smile assuredly, knee dipping into the bed as you lean over to smooch her on her tiny head, pointy ears tickling your cheek as you watch her tail sway. âgood night, sweet â oh, fuck! i forgot to feed you. iâm so sorry baby.â
the alert in your tone has the black cat stand in attention, cursing to yourself as you slip on your heart printed slippers and make your way towards the kitchen, your studio apartment being on one level making this task easier. you listen to her tiny paws thud on the floor after she jumps off the bed in a hurry, dashing in front of you, damn near tripping you.
âoh my god, youâre so extra,â you shake your head, but couldnât help but laugh. she meows at you violently, as if you hadnât fed her in two weeks. rolling your eyes, you reach for her bowl off the floor to clean before opening a fresh can of fancy feast, using one of her plastic spoons to arrange her dinner.
whilst she awaits, you canât help but glare at the screen of your phone as it suddenly dings, forgetting to turn off your ringer. hovering over it to activate your face i.d, it immediately opens the hinge app, reloading the page to see a new match. the air you inhaled suddenly catches in your throat as you stare wide eyed at your screen, the man in your view is just what youâve been waiting for.
âoh, holy fuck,â comprehension wasnât on your radar seeming as you lost the ability of the cat food in your hand, dropping it to the floor and flinching from the mess your fur baby began chowing on. sucking your teeth, you mutter, âgoddamit. no, no. stop it.â
flailing your hand gently to get her to stop, you snatch the can and dump the remainder in the deep oval ceramic bowl. you try to ignore the rapid pounding of your heartbeat, unsure why it went so astray. maybe itâs because youâve never seen a man so fucking fine. deadly fine, foul almost. as if it was such a disrespect to all beings. sheâd cleaned up her own mess, so you take the time to grab your phone and lean against the sink to observe this man further. he had matched with you, of course, otherwise you wouldnât have been so depressed a few minutes ago . . . unless you were waiting for him to like you back.
toji. itâs his name. simple, nice. he only has about three pictures, one of them a huge black cane corso with a gorgeous silky coat. it made sense given the vibe he was giving. dark, intimidating, sexy. jet black hair, slender smoke gray eyes, sharp jaw and a fascinating scar on the side of his mouth. another thing you noticed was how big he was. most of the clothing he wears sticks to his skin like glue. molding the outline of his muscles, the thickness in his arms, the heaviness in his thighs, the brick trail of his abdomen.
a certain feeling burns in your chest, and between your legs as you scroll to see the last image. heâs sitting on a beach chair, thighs spread in black cargo pants, matching tee, a yuengling beer in his hand and a cross dangling around his neck as he takes a sip of his beverage with a hungry look into the camera. itâs cocky, possessive, dominant. the dark brows above his eyes lowered with attentiveness. his shirt is half risen above his abdomen, and you can easily see the dark trail of hair leading into his crotch. itâs full there, clear as day. so itâs easy to tell he carries something serious.
fuck. âfuck,â you feel yourself growing hot, blowing out a breath of air before making your way back to your comfy bed to stare at him more. what a fucking man. honestly, youâd never seen someone so of your standard. exactly your type. before messaging him, you check his profile a bit deeper to make sure youâre not mistaken of anything. find some flaws, though profiles only express so much.
thirty-six, that makes you moan. thatâs a twelve year age difference. though that only makes him hotter. not too old, nor young. heâs a . . . gynecologist.
âso heâs good with pussy,â you giggle to yourself. he makes a decent amount of money. heâs into fitness, clearly. cars, politics, sports. seemed like a pretty laid back man to you.
without even realizing, he had already messaged you, your heart dropping to your toes at his first response.
toji
iâve seen you before.
you blink, fingers typing quickly.
you
mhm, where?
he takes a moment to reply, so you fiddle with your necklace out of anxiousness, laying on your stomach and swaying your feet.
toji
sounds a little embarrassing, but an adult website.
you
sounds about right. does that bother you?
toji
i wouldnât have matched with you if it had.
you
so youâre saying if i wasnât a porn streamer you wouldnât even look my way?
those three dots prolong longer than you wanted, only making you aware he didnât know what to say.
toji
i matched with you because i find you attractive. whether you want me in that way or not is up to you. i want you.
heâs straightforward. you canât help but bite the tip of your acrylic, smiling like a stupid teenager, kicking your feet in the air. the attraction being mutual boosting your ego.
âi want you, daddy,â you joke to yourself.
you
iâm assuming youâve read my bio. iâm looking for someone to film content with! if youâre down for it, we can meet in person and talk about it! iâm not really looking for a relationship. . . right now at least. ( ËÍ áľ ËÍâĄ)
toji
of course, sweetheart. iâm free saturdayâs and sundayâs. you donât seem that far from me. letâs grab italian. my treat.
thereâs something blunt and grown about him, you can practically feel his intimidation radiating through your fingertips. he seems just like the kind of man you knew would fuck you stupid. scream his name until the walls bled. until youâre trembling, and the sheets are off the bed, and his sweat is on your back so arched to the point where itâs painfully delicious. biting your lip, you had nothing else to lose. you needed his help, heâs offering lunch, you only live once.
you
you had me at italian. saturday at 2?
toji
saturday at 2. see you then, darling.
ââ ââ ââ ââ ââđź
the nostalgic scent of blue magic hair grease fills the air of the salon, your fingers working tirelessly to intricate detail into the womanâs scalp you worked on. your last client of the day in fact. you couldnât wait to clock out and grab a bowl from chipotle, thinking about it your entire shift. fingers entwining artfully as braiding hair flicks from angle to angle, you finish up the final knotless braid with a hard working sigh. you tried to remain optimistic after sheâd taken her seat, unfortunately arriving an hour late to her appointment. said she had âissuesâ with her boyfriend, smelling like weed and partially slurring her words when she came in. but you could care less when you were on a time crunch.
you hated when people wouldnât respect the clearly listed rules on your account. so, for that, sheâd be paying a late fee. after you applied moose and rosemary oil to her scalp, sheâd pay you through apple pay and be on her way. you thank her, and when sheâs out the door, you instantly turn to your friend and roll your eyes.
âyouâre too damn nice for doing her hair. i wouldâve told her ass to kick rocks after showing up that damn late,â amethyst speaks, crosslegged and shaking her head as she digs her fork into her chinease platter, filled to the brim with shrimp fried rice and popcorn chicken. the smell alone makes your tummy growl. âdid she even tip you?â
ânot at all,â you brush off, not even wanting to think about it anymore. âstill got my money at the end of the day.â
âhey, youâve been off the whole day, everything alright?â amethyst proceeds to question, and your shoulders slump as you halt from sweeping up hair off the floor.
aside from tireless appointments, you couldnât get toji out of your mind, super impatient, even anxious for saturday to come. itâs two days away until you finally meet him. youâve texted here and there, shared a few updates on life or spoke of relating passions and wanting desires. you had told him your occupation outside of being a camgirl, and how dissatisfied with it youâve become. this field wasnât for you anymore. the passion for it is dying, the clients grow irritable, and you just wanted to breathe. you feel like youâve been working your whole life. in conclusion, since fifteen. started from an early age dealing with responsibilities due to financial constraints within your family. your mother raised you on her own, along with four other children. and being cursed with the older daughter syndrome, you developed faster than you wanted to. barely having time to live your life until you moved out. even then, itâs been all about work. you needed an island getaway.
âthis week just burnt me out. iâm just glad itâs almost over,â you reply, not having the energy for a full conversation. she was a sweet girl, albeit very nosey. you try to keep events in your life private, gossip to a minimum.
âawe, bookie,â she pouts. âwhatâs your plan for tomorrow? me and the girls were gonna check out that new club âsin.ââ
shaking your head, you disagree. ânow you know iâm not big on clubs. have an art piece to work on anyways before the weekend comes. so iâll be busy.â
amethyst nods. âwell, alright then. i guess iâll just see you whenever you get booked again.â
you donât know why that felt like a backhanded response. youâre only here three times out of the week, and most of those days you see about five to six clients. everyone else had a bigger following on social media, meaning more attention, more money. you believe because you arenât so passionate for this major, your ability to promote and put effort only shows in your adult entertainment career. since itâs where most of your income comes from as of four months ago.
âguess iâll see you.â
after packing your ballerina pink telfar bag with all of your tools, you wave goodbye to everyone before making your way to your white honda civic, interior a vast splash of pink matching the two-piece skims set you wore. shorts since the weather is about seventy-five degrees today. buckling yourself in, your only agenda is to head to chipotle and then home. ordering your delectable signature bowl of barbacoa, fajita veggies, guacamole, pico de gallo, corn, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, and refusing to eat the bowl without their vinaigrette and a side of chips.
itâs around 9pm when youâre finally cleaned off from a hot shower, curly hair pushed back from your face with a hello kitty headband as you finish your skincare, sitting at your vanity while scandal plays in the background. youâd already eaten your food about an hour ago, even taking a thirty minute nap to regenerate for this art piece you needed to finish. in total, you had about three jobs; hair stylist, camgirl, ceramicist. you had an etsy profile where people bought cute little things of yours you liked to sculpt. tea pots, coquette flower pots, plates, heart cake jewelry boxes . . you name it. you had a few orders for mini miffy trinkets you had to ship out by saturday.
saturday. the warmth in your gut swarms at the thought of seeing that man. quite frankly, youâve been unable to relieve your mind of him. heâs like a poison, hard to get rid of, but desperate to stay bonded with you. and you wanted nothing more than to be buried in his embrace; small and fucked out. since heâs been busy with work, and so have you, there hasnât been much time to even call and chat. then again, you wanted to wait to see him in person. to feel that magnetism stronger than it already was. two days away and youâre anxious to even hear a hello.
while patting your toner into your face, you gaze through your mirror to see a scene playing from your show where fitz and olivia fight before they fuck for the hundredth time. the way he grabs her, speaks to her, caresses her and worships her. it has you thinking of toji instantly. the burn for him aching more than normal. practically feeling his eyes on you the way he stared into the camera in that one photo, long fingers clasped around the glass bottle, craving for that lock around your throat. wondering how tight heâd make it. would you be able to breathe? would he kiss air into your mouth to help you? tell you itâs okay, to feel it all, to take it all, to cum on his dick till you're milking him dry?
your thighs squeeze together from your imagination, staring at your reflection . . . and itâs all in your eyes. deep arousal, and the harsh clench you currently held your moisturizer in, close to grinding in your seat to ease the buzz of your clit. thereâs only one solution for this, and you might as well make money off it. standing to your feet, you think not a second more before retrieving your laptop from your closet, setting it on your vanity desk and logging into the domain of prettyfuckbunnies.com. it seemed to be the main site for growth, given your eight thousand dedicated subscribers. you check yourself in the mirror once more before going live, rolling your chair back a few inches so they could see your entire frame. dressed in nothing but a small red slip dress.
angelbwrry is live!
your subscribers were notified well before others, hundreds of them swarming the chat within seconds. you were a new favorite, a prized star of the platform. admiration from both women and men. people who tipped you just for being pretty. others here for the obvious. applying gloss to your lips, you stare intensely into the camera, the character you play going into affect.
âhi,â you mutter quietly, slowly titling your head to the side as you bite your lip and sink lower into your seat, back arching. âiâm so fucking horny, and i just need someone to watch me fuck myself.â
the black kuromi chair you sat in begins to sway as you gently swing yourself side to side, eyes trained on the chat to witness them praise you, some comments degrading off the rip that you chose to ignore, others demanding you get on with it. for the most part, you tend to be discreet with sharing much about yourself. technically, you werenât hiding much, your face easily accessible and probably even less hard to track. youâd always pray that there wasnât a psycho willing to go that far just to find you. role playing was your forte. writing ideas for new personas to please them. and you had fun doing it. youâd never do something you werenât in to for the satisfaction of others. never took private calls, or meets ups for obvious reasons.
but, you had to talk about him.
âi met this guy i canât get outta my head,â the softness in your tone making dicks go erect and clits beat, the chat asking questions and growing fond of your way of interaction. âwell, maybe not met. weâve texted, and i meet him in a few days. possibly someone youâll see on the channel. and . . .â
the tenseness in tojiâs neck bothers him as he groans and leans back into his officeâs chair, fork in one hand as he chews on his salad from sweetgreen a coworker grabbed for him, reading through emails his secretary confirmed appointments of, needing to add it into his schedule to be aware of what he can fit between. needing to run a few errands this weekend. the white doctors coat clings to his body, one foot raised to rest on the front of his desk, manspreading and jaw shifting as he finishes his food tiredly, knowing he wouldnât eat a thing once he got home.
âgoodnight doctor fushiguro! get some rest tonight, yeah?â a body comes to view of his secretary; a woman with glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, a chunky face and beautiful red hair. she waves enthusiastically.
toji smiles, the older woman trying her best not to swoon. heâs young enough to be her son. âgood night, miss thorn. thank you for today. you get home safe and enjoy your trip. i wanna hear all about it when youâre back.â
âyou know youâre the first person iâm running to tell!â she chirps, toji chuckling. âi left my keys on the main desk. donât forget or else youâll have to break open the drawer for your patients files.â
âiâll be sure to remember.â
twenty minutes pass and tojiâs cutting off lights to his small facility and locking up. twirling the keys on his long finger, starting up the sleek black maserati ghibli gt sitting in the parking lot from his key. a black patent leather messenger bag hanging from his shoulder, doctors coat discarded and now attired in his usual black tee with matching slacks. setting it beside him in the passengers seat, he gets a ding! from his cellphone, resting his shoulders in his seat before checking what it was, perhaps it was miss thorn, she tends to leave things behind.
angelbwrry is going live!
toji raises a brow from the notification, checking the sapphire bulova watch on his wrist for the time. 9:54pm. why were you up so late? forgetting people have other schedules, heâs so used to being asleep around this time, much more having to be done today the only reason he was still in the office way past the hour it closed. part of him grows inquisitive, wondering if he should invade your privacy or what not. though, heâs not new to your escapades. heâs seen every inch of your body, memorizing it quite literally. heâs not ashamed to say youâve gotten him off a few times these past months. he feels like he knows you on a deeper level now, so itching for that perverted behavior would be indecent to both of you. especially if heâs seeing you in two days . . . for a conversation about what you do and his potential participation.
nothing wrong with just watching, right?
as the engine to his car hums, toji finds himself in a devious act, clicking onto your feed and finding you displayed in your feminine bedroom. the videos on mute momentarily before heâs going full screen and turning his phone sideways. there you were, small and standing tall as the slip that barely clung to your body arose the more you moved. hips wide, thighs full, nipples taut and tits defying gravity. the strap on your right shoulder falls elegantly, your hair hoisted up by a claw clip and your brown skin radiating glow. the man openly groans from the sight, knowing you smelt so good.
âwait, i have an idea!â the cute tone of your voice blares through his phone, a smirk painting his stern features as he watches you scramble for something in your room, your slip riding up your ass. the hourglass shape of your body, to the pudge of your tummy . . heâs enamored.
he, and a thousand other people watch curiously as you lift the seven foot mirror that previously leaned against your closet door and position it on the floor at the edge of your bed. then, youâre digging into your bottom drawer for something else, toji catching a brief glance at the chat raving and thirsting from the view of your perky ass peaking out, a tiny birth mark under the left one. the cellulite in your legs that squish together from size, the stretch marks leading from beneath your ass cheeks down to the backs of your knees. so fucking soft.
âta-da!â you wave the object in your hand courageously, an evil grin on your face as you show the crowd your confetti designed dildo, the brow on tojiâs face raising. he almost wants to chuckle. youâre so silly, he thinks. watching you dance your way back towards the mirror where you hum a tune to yourself, swaying your ass in the air for dramatics before plunging your toy onto the center of the mirror so it sticks, watching it spring for attention.
âgonna pretend this is him, âtill then. canât wait any longer,â your hands slowly drift up your thighs to show your audience your bare pussy, hiding between those luscious thighs of yours. he wanted to suffocate his face there badly. what you say almost goes over his head. pretend whoâs what?
toji ignores the flow of comments filling the chat, degrading you to some degree which he briefly clenches his jaw from, feeling somewhat protective. others praising you, acting like your cash pigs. pathetic, he thinks. he sees one comment in particular that makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
prinxxxspeach
arenât you seeing him saturday? call him now to come help you girl!!
donât fucking call me, angel. iâll nut in my pants right now if i hear you say my name. heâs slightly amused that you spoke of him. is that why you went live so late? thinking about him? so pent up, and impatient, you had to just fuck it out your system? heâd fuck you a lot better than that lousy toy you had, thatâs for sure.
you giggle from the comment, contacts still in your sockets so you can read what people are saying from afar.
âhe can wait for me. heâs making me wait,â itâs like an old film camera flipping to the next scene, or maybe his mind had gone blank from your response because now, now youâre sinking your tiny pussy onto your toy after coating it with lube, the reflection of your cunt for all to see in the mirror. watching as this toy splits you apart, pretty folds swallowing it deep as you balance yourself on the tips of your toes. fully sitting and rolling your hips to adjust, your mouth falls wide and a whimper escapes.
ânng, sâso deep,â that voice of yours is going to get you in trouble. the broken moans you release as you lift your hips to grind and bounce, face falling forward to look at yourself, seeing someone other than yourself. your imagination begins to run wild, and you forget a cameras watching you, dainty fingers caressing the mirror before laying your palm flat, as if youâre choking him. biting your lip, you occupy your other hand by molding at your chest.
you uphold your balance well, clapping your ass down against the mirror now coated with your slick, pussy squelching ridiculously loud aside from your weak moans and desperate whimpers.
âfuuck,â your breath hikes, sounds broken and almost pleading, eyes rolling back as you collapse to your knees and lazily rock back on your idea of a dick. by this point, tojiâs eyes are malicious, and his dick is hard in his slacks. shifting in his seat uncomfortably from what youâve done.
âlemme see your face,â toji whispers in the air, the heat rushing to his cheeks. the things you do to him truly fascinating.
âgâna cuum, mmph daddy!â a high pitched squeal you let out stuns him, your hips shifting back and forth hurriedly. the flesh of your ass moving like water, and heâs in a trance. daddy? what the fuck are you doing to him? he wonders if you knew he was going to purposely join your live. already talking about him gave it away.
âcâmon, angel. show me,â the blood swells in his cock rapidly, tip damn near dripping with precum, unable to help but palm his heavy hand with it, humming and widening his legs.
âtoo-jii,â itâs faint the words you falter, a pathetic whimper followed by drool covered lips and a cute squeak. your body trembles from the depth of your orgasm, riding out your high and giggling cutely to yourself. to others, the words were inaudible. but to him, he knew exactly what the fuck you said.
the way you smile at yourself in the mirror, as if youâre looking at his fucked out face, you slowly upturn your head to bring it back to the livestream, a drunken, and dangerous grin on your face. never in his years of life had a woman made him gulp. to fear for what youâd do to him. how bad youâd break him, make him go fucking crazy. yearn for your pussy on his mouth.
you were fucking ethereal.
ââ ââ ââ ââ ââđź
of-fucking-course youâd be running late. you were supposed to meet toji at two and itâs two thirty. the location of câest moi exactly twenty five minutes away from where you lived. you were close to the downtown area, not fond of parking down there but youâd drive faster than an uber can. you made sure to make toji aware of your lateness so heâs not getting the idea that you stood him up. never. not after the other day. you donât know what happened, but your mind took over your body and you couldnât help yourself. you only pray he didnât see it, not expecting him to. itâs embarrassing now that you think back on it.
you manage to make it out of the house twenty minutes after, throwing on a simple white pleated cami dress with a ruffled hem, ruched bust, and pairing of olive green sandals that had tea rose shaded orchids clipped onto the forefront. a teri cherry printed coach bag tight on your shoulder after you sped sixty miles per hour towards the restaurant, finding parking and hurriedly making your way inside.
âhi, reservations for fushiguro. iâm extremely late,â as you approach the host, you make out the sight of the man you were here to see outside instantly. sitting alone sipping a cup of coffee. his side profile all you can see, that deep scar carved into the side of his mouth, his veiny hands big as he clutches the mug . . and your throat clogs up.
heâs fucking . . . big. fuck being nervous before, this made you want to run and hide and never show your face. heâs practically hunching over the table, making it appear smaller than it actually is. his hair is midnight black, his broad shoulders and muscles suffocating the sleek gucci button up he wore, a few undone, eyes studying his cellphone, awaiting your call. one thing about being a doctor, heâs learned to be patient. understanding your alarm forgot to go off, or rather you slept through it . . seemingly growing to become impatient. he needed to see your face now.
âright this way.â
your feet follow blindly behind the hostess, trying your best not to trip over your own feet, heart beating drastically against your ribcage. your palms are sweaty, feeling the warm breeze of spring air hit your skin as the hostess leads you outside to the table where toji resides. he sees you before you see him, the sun beaming on your skin not nearly as hot as your cheeks suddenly became when finally making eye contact. your right hand picks at the ends of your dress anxiously, toji taking a stand to welcome you like a gentleman. itâs like slow fucking motion the closer you approach him, and when youâre inches apart, you can see the stillness on his face. he doesnât smile, his face is almost unreadable. not sure if heâs upset with you for being late, or heâs just not one for emotions.
âhi,â the hairs on your skin stand from the deep baritone of his voice, visibly swallowing as you stare up at him, height difference making you dizzy.
âhi,â you blink like an innocent doe. heâs hovering over you and the waiter whom sets the menu down on the table, his chest almost touching you as he comes around to pull your chair out for you to sit, finally getting so close to the point where he could breathe in your sweet perfume, the peony and white musk scent has him forcing down a groan. heâs staring intently at your backside, dark hair going to the middle of your back in wild curls, a bit frizzy due to the humidity outside.
âcan i get you anything to drink, miss?â the waiter addresses you, politely waiting for toji to move out the way.
why is your entire body on fire? no man has ever had this affect on you. his aura exudes something sinister, overtly masculine even. âu-um, yes please. can i just have a frozen sangria?â
âof course, iâll be back with that while you decide on your meal.â
âthanks,â you smile sweetly, trying your very best to avoid complete eye contact. once the two of you are alone, you build up the courage to look at him again. heâs seated once more, leaning back into his chair with a left arm resting over the back of the chair with his legs comfortably spread. he liked to do that a lot. his eyes are low, head adjusted somewhat to the left as he observes you.
âgood to finally see you,â heâs the first to speak, again. that fucking voice of his; raspy and dominant. how are you supposed to carry out a conversation without folding?
ây-yeah,â you clear your throat, sitting up straight after shyly clamping your hands between your legs and trying to hide like a porcupine. âi want to apologize again for running late. out of all days my phone decides to not ring my alarm. i rushed here as soon as possible. i hope you werenât waiting too long.â
his lips began to rise into a soft smile, and that eases your nerves. no one would notice youâd rush to get ready. so naturally pretty with your face glowing from rose water and petroleum jelly, hair brushed out, lashes only curled with mascara, lips lined with black liner and smothered with gloss while your prescription glasses sit on the bridge of your nose. too cute.
âsweetheart, no need for the sorryâs. i understand.â
heâs not mad, thank fuck. âkay,â you smile back, tucking pieces of flown hair behind your ear. âdid you order yet?â
âwas waiting on you,â he replied. âthough i kind of lost my appetite. iâm craving something . . . else. so, order anything youâd like.â
that was surely a double meaning. now, youâre not so sure if you had an appetite anymore. you couldnât bare to eat in front of this man right now. when the waiter came back with your drink, you downed half of it, toji chuckling from your anxiousness. you needed the liquid courage before uttering another word towards the man who watched you with motive, intention. the intimidation brewing from his body is corrupting you. you order a simple caesar salad, nothing too fancy.
âoh! i printed out the document we have to go over.â
tojiâs eyes trail to your hands that reach for your purse, acrylic nails painted a peony pink pulling out your notebook stuffed with an arrangement of papers as well as a pen. âguess we can call it like an nda, affidavit . . whatever. iâm sure youâre aware of the obvious on why. um, we can discuss boundaries within the bedroom . . . things we will or will not condone. a safe word is a must. if you donât feel comfortable showing your face iâd blur it out, but given i do livestreams most of the time thatâll be impossible. so iâd suggest a mask, which iâm actually in to so if thatâs something youâre willing to do . . â
toji nods as you continue to ramble, carefully analyzing everything you say, though, his mind begins to drift elsewhere. he still couldnât get that damn livestream out of his mind. killing himself these past two days just thinking about how fucked out he needed you to be, buried deep and crying underneath him. the cute expressions on your face when you moaned his name so publicly, as if you dared him to see. how desperately you fucked yourself on that pathetic toy of yours from the very thought of him. your whines, the illicit way you stared at your reflection in the mirror beneath your sculpture of a body you rolled seductively. he shifts in his seat, attempting to conceal the stirring of hunger within him as you continue to talk. he doesnât need a fucking contract. heâd fuck you good and wouldnât tell a soul.
his expression is firm yet tinged with a hint of something different this time . . anticipation. âwhy do you film content?â
the unwavering intensity in his gaze causes you to cut your sentence short, mouth forming an âoâ as you ponder on his question. was he even listening? âwhaâwhat do you mean?â
toji chuckles. âi mean, why do you film? is it your main source of income? do you enjoy submitting to hundreds of people? does it make you feel confident, make you feel good? why?â
that shouldâve been something you prepared yourself to answer. most of the guys you filmed content with didnât have personal answers to ask, nor did they care. they were simply there to have a good time and go about their lives. you came into this situation thinking thatâs what toji wanted as well. now youâre getting a gut feeling itâs more than that. or maybe youâre just an over-thinker. the whole point of making an account on hinge was to find better people to connect with for work, but most of them never got the job done, and you were tired of faking an orgasm and boosting a manâs ego. something about this one though, you can feel that heâs willing to worship you.
âwell, i actually have three jobs. hairstylist during the day, which iâm growing to lose passion for. iâm good with pottery so i make little things and sell them. and then as for filming content . . . itâs fast money. the economy is shit right now. minimum wage jobs arenât cutting it. rent prices are horrifying. i want to fund a new life for myself. to travel more, and just be a girl.â
toji smiles, admiring you.
âbali has been on my mind as a place to reside. itâs always been a dream of mine to be somewhere tropical. less breathing in polluted air and eating foods they pump full of hormones. mexico and puerto rico are also on the list. i really need to dip my feet in some sand or something. i donât know. itâs also kind of sexually liberating to be in my own bubble and enjoy myself in that way. i do it for no one but myself.â
toji sits up in his seat, taking a piece of ciabatta and smearing softened butter onto the breadpicked up a slice of bread and smeared some butter onto it. âi think that moving to a place like that is a good idea. thereâs a lot of bullshit in the world thatâs hard to run away from. if you feel like itâs whatâs best for your mental and emotional being, then go for it. you seem like youâve worked real hard your entire life. you deserve a break.â
the heat in your cheeks rise as he leans himself closer, guiding the bread to your lips, waiting for you to take a bite. you smile softly, sitting up a bit in your chair before taking a bite. toji watches intensely as you moan from the taste.
âisnât it much better when itâs given by someone else?â
âyeah, itâs good. real good,â you swallow, licking your lips to rid the breadcrumbs, reaching for your glass of wine to take another sip. âi have most of my savings in tact, so my plan is to be out of here by next year.â
the unadulterated pull between the two of you threatens to consume him as he stares at you, his body almost painfully yearning for your touch, your taste, your everything. toji can no longer resist. he reaches out and gently cups your chin, his fingers gently yet firmly tilting your face up to meet his smoldering gaze when you dared to look away. âhow âbout you take me with you.â
the entire scene switches, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, filled with a raw mixture of lust and vulnerability makes you fall shamelessly into his trance. you feel your heart patter against your chest, scanning his entire face with small indications of panic, and excitement. youâve been dying for his touch all week. you pray heâs as good as he looks.
âwhatâs the catch?â you breathe inordinately.
toji smirks. âwe get fake married or something and change our identities.â
you shake your head at his joke. âi need to see a ring first, mister.â
âmhm, you look like a marquise kinda girl,â he tongues his cheek, in deep thought. âgo to bali. i pay, you enjoy life.â
pairs of lips are mere inches away, toji ghosting his softly amongst your own, yours parting to follow. you feel like youâre in space, the feeling extraterrestrial. surrounded by depths of nothingness with only the two of you existing.
âi. . no, i canât let you do that,â you shake your head dismissively.
âyou deserve it.â
âyou donât know me.â
âgood. thatâll be the perfect occasion for us to spend more time together,â he concludes, softly pecking your lips to coax you into giving him what he needed. youâre stunned, unsure what to say, or to think. so, he doesnât make you think.
âfuckinâ kiss me,â his voice drops to a husky whisper, filled with a raw mixture of desire and vulnerability, eyes flickering from the plumpness of your lips to your eyes. âcanât wait any fucking longer.â
the heat of his breath mingles with yours as his lips brush against your own in a hungry, fiery kiss. his mouth devours yours with an intensity that borders on primal, each movement filled with a desperate need to taste and consume everything you have to offer. his tongue slips past your parted lips, eagerly exploring the depths of your mouth as if seeking to memorize every inch of you.
you were drawn in fully now and you didnât think youâd be able to pull away even if you wanted.
within the moment of your passionate kiss, as tojiâs rough hand trailed to grasp your throat, your waiter begins to approach with your salad, eyes widening as he noticed how deeply, and somewhat aggressively your make out session was. practically swallowing each others faces. deciding to mind his business and turn the other way. heâd come back in a few minutes. toji breaks the kiss abruptly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of reluctance.
âdamn this table,â he mutters, his gaze shifting towards the barrier separating the two of you. his breathing is ragged, body practically trembling with pent-up need. even so, he manages to pull himself together enough to maintain some semblance of composure.
heâs left you breathless, feeling something in your chest youâd never felt before, this attraction for him otherworldly. your lips are pouted, hands bawled into little fists levitating in front of your chest, as if you were begging for him to come back. when he begins to rise to his feet, you wonder where heâs going, eyes coming into immediate contact at the bulge growing tight in his jeans. you swallow, shifting your gaze up to the tall man that hovers over you possessively.
âgo home, send me the address. i gotta handle a few business calls then iâll be there at eleven.â
you hadnât noticed the way your teeth sunk into your lower lip as you give him those damn puppy eyes, as if youâre so fascinated by him, almost scared of him to leave right now. toji grabs the pen resting between your little pink book, signing his signature on the indicated line on the bottom of the page for your gratification. after, heâs fishing for the brown leather wallet in his pocket to place down a hundred dollar bill on the table to cover the tab and the waiters tip. then, he leans down, lips gently brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. he lingers just a moment longer, as if reluctant to let go.
âsee you later, angel.â
finally, and with that, he steps back, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment before he turns and walks away, the sound of his heavy footsteps echoes in your ears, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a lingering sense of anticipation for the evening to come. starstruck entirely.
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a rush of arousal burned within you like wildfire as you lay in your empty bed, yearning for the man who's been gone for only a few hours now. caressing your collarbone while chewing on your lip, your phone rests in your palm, excitement brewing for twenty minutes now ever since he texted you to let you know he was on the way. a black baby doll is adorned on your soft skin. ruffle lace details at the neckline and hem with a satin waistband tie at the back into a cute bow. matching mesh g-string panty, and floral patterns along the bust and hip area.
you took the time to curl your hair, reminding yourself to actually put your contacts in this time. also keeping makeup to a minimum with just mascara, a bit of blush, and some strawberry chapstick. skin moisturized in baby oil and spritzed with miss dior. . . waiting. the cameraâs set up across from your bed, trying to distract yourself by engaging in conversation with your viewers. the comments were raging about how impatient they were to see something, but how did they think you felt? you could barely walk out of that restaurant without feeling your legs shake.
he intimidated you beyond measure, and god knows what heâs going to do to you when he gets here. itâs a fear and form of greed youâd never felt before.
âmy fucking hands are shaking,â you giggle anxiously, smiling to yourself and shaking your hands before dramatically breathing out.
as you waited, you did little things to keep your buyers entertained, showing your ass every now and then as you cleaned your room like a cute maid. call it foreplay. sitting on your knees now become uncomfortable, so you aim for lowering to your tummy and stretching your arms ahead of you, ass raised up. as soon as you get comfortable, your head pops up from the sound of heavy footsteps surrounding the small area of your home. itâs him. youâd hope, leaving the door unlocked so itâd be easier for him to enter.
âoh, fuckâyâall,â the anxiety is even worse now, mentally preparing yourself with steady breaths and shoving your face into the bed to scream happily. the emotions are bipolar. âheâs coming up.â
toji steps closer to your slightly cracked open door, pushing it open wide to see you. his demeanor nothing short of serious when he gets a good look at you, hearing you yap at your camcorder with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. he rests his right shoulder against the frame of the door, staring at you, admiring. his boots hit along the floor the closer he gets to you, and that cute ass you had perched up. the lights in your room are dimly lit, citrus candles spread around and led lights from your vanity illuminating the area. the vibe is nice, he likes it. like he likes you.
you continue to speak to your livestream and pretend he wasnât there, trying to ignore your heartbeat picking up. the tension is in the air. you tried to steady your breathing as you continue to ramble about nonsense; animal crossing, sims you wanted to recreate and purposely wicked whim them. anything to distract yourself from the sparks shivering through your body. you prod the inside of your cheek trying to bite back a grin when you finally feel his hands on your hips, eyes watching the chat go wild from the brooding man behind you. what makes it all the more hot is that he hasnât spoken a word, feeling like an intruder. stalking, waiting.
âso yeah, iâm thinking about dying my hair red. i feel like my face is kinda full to have a silk press so iâll look . . off? maybe p-pin âurls,â a wave of pleasure shocks through you when you feel him press the outline of his dick against your cunt, dragging you back to air-fuck you once or twice. a few times. for the tease of it. his fingertips lightly flowing along the curves and contours of your body, your hips being the most sensitive. gasping and twitching from the feel, the thong you wore barely shielding how wet you were.
your breath became heavier, and you found it harder to continue speaking. you felt like moans would slip out of if you continued to react to his touch, the heat between you two rising. you were drawn fully into him. the reaction from him gave you a confidence boost, a slick smile showing on your face. while his body speaks of his own growing need, he remains a silent observer, his intense gaze watching as you maintain, or try, your playful conversation with the camera.
âi gotta admit something,â you smile into your hair that falls angelically around the frame of your face. his form, silhouetted behind you, takes on an ominous yet seductive presence. even though he remains hidden from view, his yearn is palpable, eyes locked on you as if he could consume you with a single glance.
âi fucked myself thinking of him,â a jolt of electricity runs down tojiâs spine as he recollects the image. a low, involuntary groan escapes his throat as his grip on you tightens. âthose of you who donât remember. it was really, really good.â
thatâs the final trigger. in seconds, a rough palm strikes the flesh of your ass, causing the cutest squeak to emit from you. tojiâs wrapping his other fist around the softness of your hair and pulling you back to his hard chest. his cologne is strong, enrapturing even. your hand reaches beside you to catch his wrist in your grip, feeling the coldness of his expensive watch while heâs busy locking your jaw still and pressing his lips beneath your ear.
âreally?â the tone is condescending, and as you nod frantically, pushing your ass back to feel him more, all you can hear is the unraveling of his belt. slowly removing it, the sound of the leather rubbing against the buckle and his pants. the anticipation fills you at an alarming pace. âi knew that, angel.â
how? wait, did he fucking watch the live you made that night? your legs nearly go weak at the possibility, sheer embarrassment consuming you. he wasnât meant to see that. yeah, you told him about it. but him seeing that, then having lunch with you like nothing happened is crazy work. he noticed youâre frozen, chuckling darkly behind you.
ârelax, doll. i can pretend i didnât, ân you can show me all over again.â
he grabs your wrists, pining them behind your back with a rush of power fueling him, crossed hands sitting on your ass.
âthis okay, baby?â he scans the side of your face for approval, using the smooth leather to bond them together. you hum, lips bitten and nodding obediently.
the look on your face in the camera is so worth the thousands of views from people who were just as desperate as he was to see you submit. your hands wriggle to touch him, laying your head on his shoulder and biting your lip as his teeth graze from your shoulder, to your collarbone, and your neck. your bodyâs completely on fire, and he makes it worse when he gently shoves you forward to fall on your face, back arched and ass high for his view, and theirs.
toji stared down at you as you remained there, fully surrendering yourself for the taking. his larger body leans over yours, fingers grabbing your chin to force your mouth to open. toji brushes his lips along yours, your desperate mouth sinking into him, feeling that same spark you felt earlier during lunch in your chest. he deepened the kiss to give you what you wanted, easily reading you, his tongue ravaging your mouth with his waist grinding into the shape of your ass. the kiss is so wet it has you mewling like a cat in heat, losing your breath.
âgive me a safe word, hm?â toji sucks on his lower lip, the arousal in his eyes ruining you. a heavy hand rubs circles on your ass before hitting it again, another cute sound leaving that pretty mouth you had.
brushing your cheek along your bed set, dark curls dancing around your face and a pout on your lips, you whimper, âstrawberry.â
âmhm,â your stomach flips when you felt his hand drift between your inner thigh, tojiâs tongue skidding over your lips the same time his fingers apply pressure to your clit, rubbing in circles after he pulls your panties to the side, your babydoll resting pretty on top of the rolls on your back. your fists are balled tightly in your restraints, widening your mouth to suck on his tongue before giving him a deep kiss. the image on your face is pure dizziness. acting like your fucked dumb while barely being fucked. he couldnât wait to see you crumble.
you squirm under his touch, breath growing short and shaky, toji maintaining eye contact with you dangerously. heâs big on it, and it makes you shy, yet brave enough to endure it.
âyou hear yourself, girl?â toji hisses, pecking your lips hard, his fingers coated with your slick the more he rubbed. you whine, arching your ass even closer to his hand. âyouâre so needy for me, itâs cute.â
itâs ridiculous that you canât even speak, him turning you into nothing but a whiny, whimpering sub. âyouâre desperate for my touch, for my tongue.â he whispered, his voice growing even rougher as his own need grew.
âmmm, yes. need it so bad,â you pout, mouth gaping after he spanks your clit lightly. âfuck, please eat it, baby.â
âi will good girl.â
he didnât hesitate for another second, sliding behind you with one knee pressed into the bed and his big hands holding you still, spreading your cheeks further apart and cussing under his breath from how fucking cute your pussy was. fat, and glistening in your juices, clit hiding between your folds giving him something to search for. âgâna fuckinâ kill me, angel. pretty fuckinâ pussy you got.â
you scoot up as much as you can, hands still bound behind your back, wanting to cry from the inability to move, but loving that he had you at his mercy. his hair covers his eyes and heâs submerged into you, pressing his mouth to your pussy in a sweet kiss, like heâs knocking politely, before running his thick, long tongue over you slowly. a groan resounded devilishly, toji lapping at your dripping clit, tongue hot and your toes can do nothing but curl.
heâs slow and deliberate, enjoying the sounds and reactions he was getting out of you as you writhed and quivered under his ministrations. your pussy and his mouth makes up the loudest voice in the room, so fucking sweet and wet heâs salivating over you. spanking you, taking his time to devour you as he swallows your cunt whole, tongue gliding from your clit all the way to your hole. occasionally dipping his tongue into you to fuck you like that. your eyes cross, a broken cry making him lose it.
âkeep bouncing that ass back, baby. fuck, fuck my face, angel,â heâs hitting you again, and you canât take it, shifting your thighs to roll your ass back onto his gorgeous face. youâre panting like an animal, jaw dropping as he keeps his mouth on your clit, sucking it hard and groaning into your cunt, the vibrations traveling up your spine.
âoh . . god, oooh god,â the gasp in your throat became high pitched, toji licking you faster when he sees you giving your utmost effort. continuing his onslaught on your sensitive clit, swollen and satiating his taste buds. his fingers dug into your thighs, lowering himself completely to sit on his knees before you, rocking you back on his face as he eats it, unrelenting. sucking, licking, slurping, drowning his tongue inside of you . . . damn, itâs fucking good.
âc-cumming,â he can barely hear you as you stuff your face into the bed, tojiâs head bouncing as you settle your feet on his shoulders and rock back on his face even quicker, groaning. âdonât stop, donât s-stop, babyyy.â
âmhm hmm,â heâs moaning into your pussy, kissing and tonguing you down until you finally burst, your hands in their constraint balling into fists, getting the chance to latch onto his black hair once he pushes you flat on your stomach to bury his face completely between your ass and thighs. âlet it out, baby.â
his chin glistened from your juices, toji groaning the rougher you tugged at his scalp, dick jumping in his jeans he needed to unravel soon. when you cum, you do this thing where you squeal and gasp at once, and he swears itâs the cutest thing heâs ever fucking heard. lifting his face, he licks his lips proudly, wiping his chin and patting your ass to watch it shake in his palm. you were a lovely display beneath him, and he couldnât help but feel a sense of ownership over you.
he reached down and traced a finger along the length of your trembling leg, his dominant presence still overwhelming. he brings his hand to the back of your neck which you arched into his touch, his eyes darkening at your silent plea. âyou want more?â
ânn, yea,â a breathless giggle falls from you, toji dragging you to sit at your knees by the grip on your neck and around your chest with his forearm, back hitting his chest again, and your eyes come into contact with the camera, almost forgetting it was there.
âshow them what i did to your pussy, angel. let them see how perfect you are,â toji whispers, tapping at your knees to help you sit on your behind.
âokay,â the words are small again, because thatâs how he makes you feel. once you sit, you raise your knees to your chest, toji lifting your babydoll to show your soft tummy and the pink lights from your vanity mirror glowing on the angles and curves of your body. you look like the finest art.
itâs liberating seeing yourself like this, a sense of relief washing over you when he begins to unloose the belt, humming elatedly and arching into him, your periwinkle painted toes twinkling in the air playfully. toji laughs at you, your hand coming to your cunt to cover it out of fake shyness, rolling to lay on your side and giggling to yourself. you really did know how to play a role, or maybe youâre just naturally silly.
toji unfastened his button before drifting his zipper down, thick thighs spread and arms bulky as he kept them in fists into the bed, tilting his head in your direction as he sat beside you, body taking up half the bed. you sit on your knees next to him, your hands running across his stomach and lifting up his shirt, toji licking his lips when your nails delicately scratch at his hips. you moan when his hand comes into contact with your hair, your nails digging into the broadness of his thigh.
as he guided your head down, you could feel the heat coming off of his body. you could smell the unique scent of masculinity wafting off of him. the feeling of his fingers running through your hair sent tingles down your spine, his touch tender and affectionate despite his dominating demeanor. your chest fluttered when his thumb touched your lower lip, your breath stuttering and your body quivering, a heat rising in your core all over. you felt the need for him grow stronger, pulling your lip downward. he shifted his fingers and tilted your chin up further, exposing your throat and neck to him. then he leans over, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head as his mouth latches onto your neck. pressing light kisses along the sensitive skin, his tongue grazing out and your skin pricks with fire.
âcanât stop tasting you,â he grunts, his lips and tongue on your throat licking hard, driving you insane with need. his hand holding the back of your neck in a possessive manner, keeping you in place as his mouth explored your sensitive skin.
âtoji. .â your voice is weak, feeling your inner thighs drown in a puddle of your arousal. âwanna suck it.â
âiâm sorry, what was that?â he hums.
âdonât tease,â you roll your eyes and pout.
âmhm,â he lets out a little grunt as his eyes rake over you, his breath catching slightly as he stares at you. he runs his hand down to your waist, gripping fervently. âso pretty,â he murmurs.
âthank you,â you whisper, feeling a strong rush of affection for him. âyouâre so handsome,â you say, your voice low and tender.
âgâna give it a good kiss, baby? real good?â he hisses, your hand pulling at his jeans to sit lower on his sharp hips, letting his dick free and watching it with a watered mouth as it sat against his tummy. heavy, thick, two veins protruding on either side. you fucking knew he was big. bless your intuition.
âyes, want it,â you plead.
a low growl escaped his throat. âshow me you want it then,â he purrs, his eyes growing darker with desire and his grip on your hip tightening.
the salivation in your mouth gave you just what you needed to do the job, widening your mouth to accommodate his size, drooling over his dick as you pull him in as deep as you could to start. half of him enclosed by the warmth of your mouth and instantly toji moans from the feel, your cheek sucking in while you guide your head up and down, keeping your hands to yourself, one on his thigh for balance. your eyes are closed to focus, humming and dragging your mouth slow to make him feel it all. toji catches himself knocking his head back, pulling the sheets between his fingertips and scrunching his brows together, stomach caving in.
he can hear you slurp and suck at him needily, moaning around him and riding the air with your ass, spit gliding down to the base of his dick as your tongue sticks out to drag along the under of his shaft, bobbing your head and licking at him. something about giving him head in specific felt intoxicating. maybe itâs the sounds he makes; guttural yet whiny. the desperation begs to tug at his throat, shifting his hips blindly and cussing under his breath. eventually, his fingers find their way back to your scalp, toji sitting up and entangling both hands into your hair, face curated in pleasure with eyes wired shut and a gaped jaw.
âshit, ę°âĄęą. thatâs fuckinâ good, doll,â toji grunts, your moans around him encompassing him to briefly detangle a hand to spank against your ass in clear indulgence. âdamn.â
your hand couldnât help but travel to touch him, wrapping your hand around the base of his dick to stroke your hand according to the pace your mouth drags. that gravitational wave in his abdomen hit, a deep âyour suckinâ it so goodâ fleeing from his mouth followed by another harsh spank and a steady tug at your scalp to push you down only enough to follow your rhythm. when he hits the back of your throat, you force yourself to hold him there for a few seconds, purposely constricting your throat to hear him moan for you again, and again. his sounds addicting.
toji chuckles from how good youâre doing, raising your head to breathe before swallowing only the tip while stroking the remainder, your salvia being enough lubricant to quickly move your wrist. twisting and tugging while keeping it mostly on the head of his cock, the sensitive spot your toy to play with as you give teasing kitty licks, two hands covering him now.
picking your head up momentarily, you stare into his eyes with your siren ones, low and dangerous. pulling at his dick while you bite your lips before kissing him, mewling when he shoves his tongue into your mouth, pulling your body closer by your ass, the other grabbing the side of your face he practically swallowed into his own. the kiss is feverish, something straight out of a movie. heâs highly infatuated with you, tasting himself off of you with the mixture of yourself. toji sucks on your lower lip, and you find yourself positioning your thigh over his to sit and grind on his leg. you had enough of the foreplay, you needed him to fuck you.
âfuck me,â a whimper escapes, pressing your body down harder onto him, hand still stroking at him, that fucking voice of yours driving him mad. he doesnât think heâll last if you keep it up. âtoji. . . toji.â
âstop begging,â he shuts it down quickly, the sound of his boots hitting the floor as he kicks them off exciting you. of course you couldnât hide the smile, feening innocence as you pet at his jeans to help him remove them.
he's only in his black shirt now, your eyes following how his muscles swallowed the material, showcasing every sharp cut of his upper body. he made you dizzy, truly. that slit on the side of his mouth curving with his mouth as he smirks at you for getting lost in your cute little dream land.
âfocus, love,â toji reels you back in, his hand on your lower back to arch your chest into his, dragging you to straddle him. if he could see the blush on your face heâd see that you were red as a tomato, his dick sitting right beneath you and you canât help but shudder. âneed you to lift your hips, help daddy out.â
âkay,â you nod like a damn bobble head, laying your hands on his shoulders and balancing yourself on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck for extra security. tojiâs large arm his thrown around your waist to keep you locked to him, both of your body heat scorching.
he catches a hold of his dick, pumping it twice before heâs rubbing the fat tip against your drenched opening, collecting your flow before a soft gasp emits past your lips when you feel him gently enter, sinking you down carefully, little by little. the sensation from the stretch is . . like a fantasy. your foreheads are touching, breaths mingling as he removes his hand to balance the two of you on the bed, leaning back somewhat for your comfortability.
when you think heâs fully apart of you, that thought is knocked down the minute he utters, âcâmon, girl. you gotta lot more to take.â
âoh my god,â the shock is out of, well, shock. he feels really good already, itâs gonna be hell if you handle any more. embedding your nails into his clothing, chin resting between the crook of his neck while you ground your ass back to make it easier for him to slip completely in. the two of you groan in sync, tojiâs arm tightening around your waist from how tight you felt.
the more you rock, slow, steady, it fucks the both of you up. holding tightly onto one another while toji lets you take your time, the heavy breathing and hearts beating rapidly is fucking poetic. one might call this act making love. once you drop your ass entirely, that pressure in your sweet spot causes you to scream out softly, losing balance and sitting on your knees, holding onto him with an unexpected whine.
âshit, baby, you alright?â heâs immediately checking in on you, bringing you up and make eye contact, hands holding either side of your face and scanning for signs. pushing away the fact that youâre convulsing around his dick and trying his best not to fuck you hard. yet, at least.
again, you canât even speak. your mouth is wide open, nodding and breathing heavily, shifting your hips and grind onto him, flexing your ass when you arch your back deeper before lifting halfway and slamming yourself down. toji chokes, face copying yours as he grips onto the sheets and places his arm back around you, helping you lift yourself.
âyou feel . . really good, baby. stuffing me full,â you moan, toji grunting and yanking you up and down faster, losing his patience now. it blew out the fucking window the minute he slipped inside you. he fixates on the sound of your pussy sliding and swallowing his dick, the slick making his tongue water for the taste all over. youâre so fucking sweet itâs insane.
âyeah?â he lets out a low, guttural groan and grips your hips even harder, his breaths coming out in deep gasps. âfuck me like you fucked that toy, thinking of me.â
that makes you smile, that insecurity of him seeing that video earlier disappearing as you take both of your small hands and wrap them around his throat, using your weight to push his body so he falls onto his back, his hands cupping the curves under your ass cheeks. toji usually isnât one for submission, but heâs been thinking for a while about trying new shit, and a pretty girl like you choking and fucking him was only the start. you see the look in his eyes, and you feel heat sweltering inside of you even more, relishing the fact that you are the one in control, applying more pressure to his neck, loving the way his breath hitches.
âyou want me to fuck you just like that?â you lick your lips and grind teasingly, the dangerous swirl of your hips making his head sink further into the bed.
âwant you to fuck me like that, angel. gimme a show.â
and you wonât deny his wish. positioning yourself back on the tips of your toes, his hands are smoothing underneath your thighs, clutching on either sides as you with his eyes going dark, his hips bucking. he can barely string a thought together, his mind completely consumed by the sensations youâre sending through him. your pussy takes it all while you pounce your body above him, rolling your waist each time you dip your ass down and meet his thighs.
âfuck, you feel so good,â he grunts, his voice thick with pleasure, eyes never leaving yours before his voice rasps out, âkeep going. fuck me for real. like you want it. itâs yours.â
you let out a strangled gasp, body jerking and mind almost slipping away, the pleasure heâs giving you overwhelming and consuming you completely. his hands on your body clench harder, the warmth from his body on yours killing you.
âjust like that,â his hands move at their own possession now, slamming down on your ass repeatedly to bruise your skin, the hits vibrating straight to your clit and itâs making you drunk. your eyes scroll back into your skull, his appraisal driving you to work for it faster.
ât-toji, iâm so wet for you,â you gasp in shock from the slickness between you two. âlook what you did to me. you slide in and out so easily.â
âf-fuck, doll. youâre killing me talkinâ like that,â he lets out a strangled gasp at your words, voice ragged and eyes filled with need. âyou like it that much, baby?â
ây-yes!â a squeal sounds from you, bouncing heavier than before, your voice getting caught in your throat from the impact. you clutch any part of his skin you can grab, losing yourself in the way he fills you. âi love your dick, baby. makes me feel prettier.â
hazy eyes filled with pleasure admire your features, fucked out already when he still has so much he wanted to do to you. give you what you deserve. a smirk tugs at his lips, sitting up and leaning in close, missing the skin contact. his voice low and rough as he says, âyou look prettier when youâre sitting on my dick.â
âyeah,â you drunkenly nod. âsâmine.â
toji raises a brow with amusement. âit can be yours. when you cum on it real hard.â
wanting him even closer to you, you keep only one hand around his neck, placing the other on his forearm and pressing your chest to his entirely as you gyrate your hips and tease his neck, hovering over his skin with your mouth and teeth before you leave little love-bites on his skin. toji guides your hips in a circular motion, the simple switch up making you gasp and whine into his ear, hitting that spot repeatedly.
âgod, baby,â you feel his guidance, his grip on your hips firm as he moves you. you ride against him, the friction on your clit making you whimper weakly, his deep voice in your ear making your body shake, feeling another orgasm develop. âi love it. sâfucking me so good.â
âsee you movinâ just like you did for me on that mirror,â he wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing firmly. your eyes lock, yours clouded by arousal, his with an agenda. âfuckinâ yourself like that . . ima fuck you real bad for that,â toji hissed, swiping his tongue across his lower lip before aggressively smacking your ass. âi feel that fuckinâ pussy squeezing me tighter. if youâre gâna cum then do it on me. gush all on it.â
the more your body reacts to his praise, and sprinkles of degradation, the faster your orgasm approaches you, washing over you hard as your body spasmes from the intensity of it. your teeth sink into his shoulder as you scream, riding out your high, squeezing hard on his arms. toji kisses your temple, keeping you close as he falls back and lays on his side while turning you to face your camera youâd both forgotten about, still did.
âyou did so well,â the kisses continue around your face while your brains on autopilot, his hand clasping around your neck as he presses his hot chest against your back. his kisses are so aggressive it makes you feel small and wanting to obey. you jump when he spanks you, moaning weakly into your shoulder with your arms halfway hanging off the bed.
toji goes lift your right leg to adjust himself behind you, dick achingly hard and covered in your juices, slipping back inside of you fully before angling your knee towards your tummy, keeping a hand locked under the bend of your knee, your skin smooth to the touch. you smell good too. everything about you besotted him. your hand touches his face, tugging it closer to the point where his nose smushed against your cheek, dark hair clouding your eyesight as his big frame overtakes yours.
âyouâre gonna kill me,â you whisper, eyes focused on each other, a giggle creeping up.
ânot you,â he whispered back, rolling his waist back and forth, grinding deeper into you. the plush of your ass molding against his sharp hips. his lips brush on your neck as he kisses and nibbles at your sensitive skin. your hands roam over your body, touching and exploring every inch of yourself as his lips trail down your collarbone, darkly watching as your hand presses on your clit. âher.â
as he possessively holds you in place, heâs prepared you enough before heâs fucking you hard, knocking the wind from your throat completely. a hard gasp falls past your lips as toji slams his hips against your ass, knitting his brows together, squeezing his eyes shut while his mouth falls open. the utter silence both of your voices held at the moment was more powerful than the rough interaction of your skin. your eyes a ghost white as he pounds his dick into you hard. when a noise is made, itâs from equal parts, syncing your eager moans.
âooh, fuck baby. youâre taking it,â he huskily whispers into your ear, his words punctuated by the way he continues to move into you. âsucking me so deep. mânot going nowhere.â
âto-ji,â his name is broken down by the harsh pounds he fucks you with, whining and moaning in his entrapment. your vision gone. âi love the way you fuck me. you fuck me so good.â
he fucks like heâs not letting up, his body pushing you deeper into the mattress, the grip around your neck remains tight, the feeling of his ownership only growing more intense. his body is hovering over yours now, digging deep as he can to fuck you real good, to make himself feel it all. your body remains to the side, only half twisted as he drops your leg and pushes his weight into you so your stomach is close to grazing the bed.
âsâtoo much, fuck . . i, iââ the words are caught in your throat from the overstimulation. breathing heavy, tears begin to fill your sockets, whining his name loudly in his face like youâd lost your mind for good this time. this pleasure was something you hadnât felt in a long time. itâs everything you needed and more.
toji shushes you, kissing your nose as he grips your face, big hand almost covering it whole. âyou like when daddy takes control? you like when he tells you what to do?â
toji will admit, youâve got him fucking spent. itâs been a long time since heâs had a woman submit and cry under him, and you do all those things well. the gorgeous image on your face, to the salacious movement of your body. the softness of your skin and the equal relation of your voice. capturing and captivating him. youâd think he was on drugs the way he was talking. high off his ass from your pussy. his lips gently brush over your ear. your eyes flutter, his voice attacking your clit, and you swear it makes it gush even more, soaking the sheets underneath your ass. âwhen he makes you his? you like being my good girl, pretty?â
he knows you canât speak anymore, but youâre still interactive with your body language. the slur of your nonexistent words to the way you try to roll your ass back to fuck him back . . but heâs got you trapped. even the tears falling down your face from overwhelming pleasure. he knows youâre okay, asking for a safe word prior for your protection. youâre a big girl, he knows you can handle it.
ânnng,â you canât stop trembling, gasping for air and sobbing in his face. toji places his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes and nodding, cooing. you are fucked dumbed. toji hisses, hitting your ass and pausing momentarily to look between where you two collide, an âoh my godâ faltering out. heâs as gone as you are.
âyou so fuckinâ creamy, girl,â toji drags out a frustrated hum, getting annoyed by how good your pussy is. youâre going to become a problem.
âplease,â you donât even know what youâre saying it for. do you need him to stop, do you want more, or are you just completely fucked out youâre saying anything thatâs coming to your head? that butterfly feeling is back in your stomach, as well as a foreign one near your clit, knowing exactly whatâs going to happen. âtoji, mâ gâna c-cummm. oh my god, babyy.â
your hiccups and sobs only urge him to fuck you even harder, loving how the breath literally jumps out of your throat in shock.
âcryinâ on this dick. fuck, you got me going crazy,â he really doesnât want to cum yet, he needed to fuck you in every way imaginable. but he knows you need a break, to breathe for sure. he wanted to edge himself so that when he finally came, itâd be the best fucking orgasm of his life. your moans are clawing at his soul, so filthy and dulcet. youâre making it really fucking difficult to obtain that.
toji finds himself slamming his palm over your mouth to bury them in a way, but youâre so damn loud itâs getting to him. âfuck fuck fuckâ heâs cussing repeatedly in a whispered hush as he fucks you as hard he possibly can. his hand doesnât even work, because youâre consuming him wholly and the minute he feels that build up, he pulls out to cum and youâve drenched the sheets as you squirt. an almost blood curdling scream surrounds the room, your body rapidly trembling as your mouth falls open in utter shock, gasping, whining, whimpering, moaning his fucking name while he moaned yours. toji nutting up the entire side of your body, wrist twisting as he holds you body still, mouth drawn open.
his hand reaches over to unclamp your legs, heavy hand rubbing your pussy to stimulate you further, your back arching and head sinking into your pillow, crying out. he watches your hand flail to grip his wrist as your wetness continues to spurt out of you like water.
âstrawberry!â toji listens to you weep, choking on your cries and pleads. finally having enough.
âholy s-shit,â youâre laughing while also trying to catch your breath, not believing that just happened. he can tell by the shock in your face that youâve never had it happen before, or that much.
âdamn,â he laughs along with you, smacking your outer thigh before smashing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, gliding your tongues together while his hands massaged every part of your body after allowing you to lay on your back. caressing and soothing you to calm you down. âgonna grab a rag.â
you pout when he goes to stand, already missing the disconnect as you lay empty on your . . messy bed. absolutely disgusting you two, hawk puth! one things for sure, you canât keep that wide ass smile off your face. he comes back into the room, one of your pink towels wrapped around his midsection covering up that demon of a dick he carried. toji smirks down at you, grabbing your ankle and tugging you down to the edge of the bed before heâs taking a warm rag that smelt of your dove beauty bar to wipe what he painted on you. you swallow your lower lip into your mouth, watching with hooded eyes as he drags the rag sensually along ever part of your skin. you flinch when it comes to contact with your cunt, toji kissing your inner thigh with a âsorryâ. he admires the curves of your body even more, kissing your ankle adorned with a silver anklet after he finishes.
âhow you feeling?â he asks.
âiâm more than perfect.â
he hums. âyouâre something else.â
âi was good?â you ask seriously, batting your lashes shyly.
toji stares at you as if youâre deadass. âdonât do that. you know you were. you didnât hear me? i fuck you deaf?â
that makes you roll your eyes, but not before giggling. âhate you.â
âyou wonât after i tell you i got chinese in the kitchen,â he winks, the light in your eyes making his heart swell. âcâmon, sexy.â
you sit up, gasping. âi knew i fucking smelt that shit when you came in. i thought it was outside!â
ânah, i realized i didnât eat shit at the restaurant earlier so i decided to get us both something. did you even eat your salad?â
âi did, had to after you dropped a whole hundred,â you shake your head. âhowâd you know i liked chinese?â
toji blinks. âbaby, we literally talked half of this week. for hours. i have good memory.â
that slip of a nickname outside of sex warmed your chest, burying your face in your hair to hide your shyness. âyouâre right.â
âdonât hide now, iâve seen it all,â he chuckles, tickling the bottom of your foot.
âoh, whatever!â you chuck one of your plushies at him, half of them had fallen to the floor. toji gets up to grab your robe he saw hanging on the bathroom door, draping it around you as you stood.
he kisses your forehead and you walk ahead of him into the kitchen, screeching when he hit and gripped your ass, the two of you forgetting about the livestream altogether as you warmed up the food, poured a glass of wine and reminisced about what just happened.
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another super insulting part of the watcher situation i haven't rly seen ppl addressing much
ryan deadass saying smth like "nobody else on youtube has made tv quality content"
like... i really feel like it's important to highlight that bc not only do they obviously have no respect for their audience, but that statement shows they have no respect for their peers in the industry, either.
not to mention it is a shining example of bleeding arrogance to such a high degree, you will straight up fucking lie bc you're truly convinced you're that special when you're anything but.
there's been NUMEROUS online creators who were recognized by entertainment industry workers BECAUSE they made tv quality content & even full stop blockbuster quality content.
bo burnham started on youtube & is now one of the most wellknown & loved standup comedians of our generation, with numerous netflix specials & even a movie he wrote & directed under his belt.
the try guys, fellow ex-buzzfeed employees, had their own tv specials on food network (based off their youtube shows, btw) & a documentary made about them as well
rosanna pansino has also been on numerous food network shows both as a host & a judge
quinta brunsun, another fellow ex-buzzfeed employee, went on to create her own whole ass sitcom that has been highly praised
matpat cameo'd in the fnaf movie because of his theories & multiple other fnaf creators had small cameos through the employee of the month board easter egg
markiplier made multiple high-quality shows on youtube & is now working on a highly anticipated movie (he was also planned to cameo in the fnaf movie but couldn't due to conflicting schedules with his own movie)
hot ones got their own tv gameshow due to their popularity & they are still one of the most wellknown, beloved & respected internet shows
many short films made on youtube went on to premiere at film festivals & even in theaters
the hit horror film "talk to me" was created by youtubers rackaracka
webseries of actual fucking tv shows have also existed for literal decades
the list goes on.
to seriously think that overproduced bullshit is all you need to make "tv quality content" is not only tone-deaf, but shows they do not even know what they're talking about. many tv shows & huge blockbuster movies are made with absolutely microscopic budgets & small teams, & they still get praised & awarded for the passion, dedication, & creativity that shined brightly under those restrictions.
the blair witch project is probably the most wellknown & highly praised example of this, but it is far from the Only example
it is a whole other slap in the face, again ESPECIALLY when puppet history is one of their most popular shows, to spit in the face of internet history. to see the success of their predecessors, even ppl they fucking worked with at buzzfeed, & deny them of all their success & efforts to get where they ended up.
no, y'all are not the first people to make "tv quality content" on the internet. FAR from it. because your crap isn't even genuine "tv quality".
but you are the first ones to ever disrespect not only your audience, but your own fucking industry & your peers on this level.
& you are the first & i sorely hope the only fuckwads dumb enough to pull a stunt this fucking stupid, out of touch & utterly tone deaf.
#mine#watcher#sorry this is hopefully my last post but this pretention grated me#& im floored nobody has mentioned it#like sincerely how fucking dare you? what the fuck is wrong with you?#how far up your ass is that building long stick???#not to mention youtube is 18 fucking years old.#it is literally statistically impossible for a website as huge as youtube is to exist that long#& never have any 'tv quality' content on it. be mother fucking serious.#many ytbers were recognized by entertainment industry marvels BECAUSE they made content that was already tv quality#fuck off.
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Pornstar!Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x female reader
⢠word count: roughly 7K
⢠plot: as a broke student, you sign up for an assistant job at a movie set. It turns out the job is more than you bargained for.
⢠warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, size kink, pierced big-cock Touya, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, overstimulation, exhibitionism (sex in front of other people (movie set)), creampie, sweet aftercare
⢠personal note: thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for bring my beta again! As for what you're all about to read â I have no regrets. Virgin kink goes brrr
"College has always been so crucial, such an essential part of what measures a personâs worth and determines their future."
They say college life is quite challenging. That it can help you come to realize your potential, that you learn more about yourself while in it. That the challenges you experience in university help you grow into a mature person in society.
You have several challenges to face. There's the problem that you focus entirely too much on your studies. In some ways, itâs to secure your future and to compensate for your lack of private life. In other ways, it makes you, because of inexperience, too naive for your own good. Or, as your friends have called it: too innocent. You've never had anyone touch you, never been with anyone in that way. Thus, you never get the hint when someone hits on you or finds you attractive. You have excellent grades â but unlike many of your peers, youâre still a virgin.Â
Another challenge you are facing is that you aren't wealthy. One semester into your studies, you are closer to the end than you expected. Leaving your landlord's buro, you take a few steps before coming to a halt and close your eyes as if to gain some semblance of composure. You're broke and desperately need money to cover your rent and living expenses. The bank isn't going to give you another loan, and you find yourself on the verge of having to leave college without a family to support your education.
They say you have to fail first to be successful in the future. But you are beyond failing â you are simply screwed.Â
You are very aware of your financial predicament. And you loathe having to live day to day on just pennies. To put it shortâyou are sick of being a broke-ass, loser virgin.
You sigh.Â
Giving up is not a choice. So you do the next best thing: grab life by the horns and start looking for a job. Searching under your bed, clothing pockets, and between couch cushions, you scrounge up enough money to get a local newspaper. In its classified ads, only a few offers deem themselves feasible with your busy school schedule: a late-night shift at a local diner, pizza delivery, or a job doing telemarketing. None of those sound too appealing, but there might not be a choice. Then, your gaze stops at an offer that sounds too good. A movie company is looking for a production assistant on a film set; you don't need prior experience, work hours are during the weekends, and pay is double what the other jobs offer.
You donât think before hastily grabbing your phone, punching in the number, and waiting while the dial tone rings.
After a distinct click over the other line, a man hisses, "Shimura?"
"Uhm, hi. I- I am calling about the assistant job offer. I was wonderingâ"
"You're hired. Tomorrow at 5 pm," the man at the other end interrupts in an annoyed tone.
He rattles off the address as you fumble around for a pen, hastily writing it down when you find it.
Before you can reply, he finishes with Don't be late and hangs up unceremoniously.
You exhale, realizing youâve been holding your breath since he started speaking.
What the hell just happened?Â
***
The path to the location is littered with brown leaves, and you struggle to keep from slipping as you walk toward the building. The address given to you is an old warehouse on the edge of town. Its monotonous, featureless walls covered in graffiti make it feel abandoned. There are no visible signs that anything is happening inside at all.
As you walk across the parking lot, you start to see small indications of life: fancy carsâfar too fancy for this area- and sensual music permeating through the corrugated steel walls.Â
You werenât sure how to dress for a job you knew nothing about, so you opted for blue jeans, a white blouse, and pointy shoes with heels. Your hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and simple smokey eyes complete the look.Â
You aim for a large steel door that the cars are all parked close to. As you lift your head, you take in the old brick building you are standing in front of, lined with large casement metal windows.Â
There is a single doorbell, no name on it, and you hesitate before inhaling and pressing it with the tip of your finger.
You hear a clicking sound, and then the heavy door swings inwards.Â
Alright, here goes nothing.
***
The set is surprisingly professionalâlike a luxurious bedroom sliced in half. A row of chairs faces the set on a concrete floor behind multiple cameras and some sound equipment, with the crew standing around talking.
The producer, Tenko, as he introduces himself to youâwith tufts of pale hair and seemingly chronic dry lips in dire need of some chapstick â explains that your job will consist of helping around the set, distributing beverages, and handing out the script. Simple work you could do. After introducing you to the crew, he hands you a stack of papers, instructing you to pass them out.
Then you see herâthe actress. She is gorgeous, dressed in an ivory-colored silk robe. Her hair is the color of the sun. Her skin is flawless and tanned, and her body is perfect- although almost definitely sculpted by a professional surgeon.
"Where the fuck is he?" You hear Tenko grumble, pulling a phone from his pocket, thumb tapping against the screen.
A flurry of activity breaks your concentration. A door flies open, and a man strides throughâthe leading actor, you gather, from how everyone else suddenly perks up.
"Fucking finally," the pale-haired director groans, tucking his cell back into the pocket of his jacket.
The man's hair is coal-colored, falling in messy strands into his face. His eyes remind you of the bright ocean, almost glowing in the dim light of the set. His sharp lips pull into a wide grin, his canines peeking out. He is casually dressed, wearing a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, allowing you to notice just how well-toned his arms are. He is handsome, with delicate yet masculine features and sharp angles set in his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his thin lips form a troublesome grin when his eyes meet yours.Â
Shit.Â
He holds your gaze before dragging his sinfully blue eyes over your figure and looking away again. Your heart skips a beat because even in the low light, you can see that the actor is incredibly hot. Totally your type. You can't help but stare at him, watching how he moves, the way his muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his thighs bulge in his tight pants.Â
Speaking of bulge.Â
It's the biggest one you've ever seen, and the sight of it sends a pang straight to your core. Your cheeks heat up automatically.Â
Stop it!
You curse inwardly a few times for thinking lewd thoughts on a professional movie set.
Butâyou can't help it. He just looks too handsome. It stirs something inside of you you've never felt before. You sigh, knowing that this man has already made his way into your dreams, but in the end, theyâll stay just thatâ dreams.Â
Someone like him would never want to lay a hand on you.
As he approaches the stage, the man stops dead in his tracks, staring at the actress with a bored expression.Â
âNot her again.â You hear him groan.
The actress snaps her head around, a stunned expression on her face. âPardon me?â
"The script calls for an innocent girl." The actor deadpans. "No one's gonna believe that with you in the female role."
The actress jumps to her feet. âHow dare you talk about me like that!â
Tenko hisses, âDidn't you read the script? You would have known you film with her today, Touyaâ"
âI told you not to use my real name on set,â he says with a blase, somewhat impatient gaze.
âAnd I told you not to let out your frustration on the set, Dabi.â The director retorts.
âFrustration caused by your actions.â Dabi deadpans.
You hold your breath as your eyes dart from the director to Dabi and back to the actress. The rest of the crew acts like this is an everyday commotion on the set.Â
âThis is not a requestâ I'm not doing the scene with her, " Dabi says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
The actress jumps from her chair, visibly outraged, as her cheeks flare red with anger. âYou're such a dick!â
âYeah, you're right. But Iâm the best dick in the industry.â He turns around, a sardonic finality in his tone.
You stare at the scene before you, the forgotten papers clutched tightly to your chest. The blonde woman stares at the dark-haired man, infuriated.Â
âSo, it's either meâor her.â Dabi addresses Tenko, who isn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. âThat's my final say.â
âI can't believe you're doing this to me!" The woman wails exaggeratedly.
"Sweetheart, we need someone who conveys innocence. Not some chick as fake-looking as you," Dabi purrs with false care. âGo carry your plastic off the stage already.â
Tenko scratches his neck in annoyance. He watches as the actress slings an array of profanities at Dabi before storming off with quick strides toward the door, slamming it shut behind her.
The dark-haired man stands at ease, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. âThank god she's gone. What were you thinking, Tenko?â
âDabi, she's the most requestedââÂ
âI don't give a fuck.â he runs a free hand through his dark bangs. âShe sucks.â
You listen to them bicker, getting more confused by the second.Â
âSoâwhat do you expect me to do now?â Tenko's scratching increases as he starts pacing up and down the set. âProduction costs will double if we cut and pick things up on a different day. Not to mention the cost of finding a new replacement.â
He jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, âWeâll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or elseââ
âWe need someone Pretty, no makeup, normal clothes.â Dabi suggests, "That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent.â Dabi's gaze wanders across the room. âLike a student or something.â
Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning sapphire eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.
"Like her." Teal eyes narrow as they focus on you.Â
You blink back at him dumbly, the room around you completely silent.
"Me?" You answer, his words catching you off guard.
"Yep. You." Dabi's smirk returns, a playfulness in his eyes.Â
The director stares at you with the same baffled expression written on your face. "Her?"
"Yep. Her." His grin widens.
"B-But, I can't!" You counter. " I'm a simple student, not an actressâ"
"That's exactly what we need." The twinkle in his eyes is still there, "And you have a pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, Iââ You catch yourself, your cheeks flaring hot. âW- What does that even have to do with this movie?"
Suddenly, the room goes alive with murmurs and whispers.
Dabi quirks a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"
"Don't know what?" You helplessly look around.
The dark-haired man turns to his director, "You didn't tell her?!"
Tenko mumbles something about how you would have found out eventually.Â
Dabi steps toward you and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Doll, this is an adult film set."
"A what?" You dumbly blink at him.
"An adult film set. You know, where people fuck." He leans forward, deep azures sparkling salaciously. "You know how fucking works, don't you?"
"Yes, I meanâin theory?" A heat washes over your face and flushes down your entire body.
"Yes or no. What is it?" Dabi asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.
The heat in your face has reached the tip of your ears as you stammer. "It's none of your business."
He steps even closer. "Câmon, sweetheart, tell us."
He smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes. You can smell him with how close he is leaning in. His deep, masculine scent surrounds you, sending a jolt of heat straight through your core. Even though your mind wants to scream at him, to tell him off, you hear a timid voice whisper, "Iâve used my fingers? Maybe some toys?"
It is your voice.
"You're telling me you've never done it with another person?" This time, it is Dabiâs turn to sound baffled as he leans back, taking you in. "That you're a virgin."
"I-IâŚ" You stammer, swallowing dryly.
Looking over his shoulders, he calls over to his director, "It'll break records if we film this. You're aware of that, right?"
"I am." Tenko snaps, scratching at his neck irritably, "You don't need to tell me."
"Ok, then it's a deal.â He nods towards you. âI want herâor I'm leaving."
"You little piece ofâ" Tenko growls. "That's extortion."
"You won't regret it," Dabi says, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Shouldnât I have a say on this too?" You ask, but both men ignore your words.
"Ok, it's a deal," Tenko murmurs. "How much do we pay her?"
Dabi turns his gaze back to you. "You need money, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.â
"Thatâs none of your business."
"C'mon, sweetheart, This is your chance."
âYes, I mean⌠" a sound of annoyance bubbles up your throat. "I can't afford my rent anymore, and my landlord will kick me out if I don't pay up soon."
âI sense an opportunity here," Dabi smirks. "Tenko, how much will you pay her if she agrees to do this with me?"
"How much do you want?" Tenko asks you.
âI-I don't know. I've never thought about it." You shyly add.
"Pay her rent plus an allowance," Dabi suggests. "Tenko, you know she's worth it."
"Thatâs too mâ" You swallow hard.
Tenko mumbles disgruntledly: "OK, I'll do it.âÂ
âYou what?" His words leave you stunned.
Dabi interrupts quickly. "What he's saying, sweetheart, is that he'll pay for your rent - if you let me fuck you.â
His lewd words and the deep blue pools of his stunning eyes send a flutter through your stomach.Â
âIn front of all these people?!"Â
âThat's what porn is all about, doll.â Dabi chuckles, studying your reaction.
You swallow hard.
"So? What's it gonna be?" He cocks his head, waiting.Â
You have always prioritized safety, so common sense tells you to stick to your usual way of life. However, look where common sense has led you: You're almost broke and may need to drop out of college.Â
This could be a bad decision. But, it's time to throw safety to the sea.
"OK, I'll do it," you proclaim, and a round of applause and cheers erupt on the set while Dabi nods appreciatively.
âCongratulations, you're hired. Now, get ready before I change my mind.â Tenko waves a hand. âWe still have a movie to film here.â
Your heart starts to race, a crushing weight bearing down on your chest. But you know that you have no choice. It's either a free porn loanâor being a forced college dropout. Taking a deep breath, you ball your hands into fists, trying to ignore the signs of panic your body is giving you.
"Okay, everyone, resume positions. And hand her the script.â Tenko moves to his chair, sitting down in it. âLet's do the first take."Â
"Hold on," Dabi says. "Why not do it a bit differently this time? No script, no actingâ just raw footage. The whole thing.â
âYou mean a one-shot film?â Tenko looks surprised. âI suppose that would work. Especially with a new actress.â
âAre you okay with that, doll?â Dabi smiles at you, and there's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before.
âDo I have a choice?â you sigh.
âNot really.â He winks.
"Are you two lovebirds done flirting over there? " Tenko asks, " Because we're ready to film.â
âWe weren't flirââ you protest, but Dabi bridges the distance between you.
"So, sweetheart?" He leans in, his face hovering close, sharing a breath with you. "How are you feeling about being fucked on camera?"
âNervous.â you bite your lips, your face starting to burn.
"Doll, don't be; just focus on me," he soothes, stroking your cheek. âForget about everyone else; I'll take care of you.â
He takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedroom set.
âQuiet!â Tenko raises a hand, and complete silence falls over the set as the crew prepares to film you both.Â
Tenko calls out a set of commands, which different crew members around the room answer.
âSound?â
âSet.â
âCamera?â
âSet.â
âRoll sound.â
âSound rolling.â
âRoll camera.âÂ
âCamera Speed.âÂ
âMarker.â
A man with a clapper board enters the scene and calls, "Scene one. Takeâuhmâ whatever."Â
Dabi nods, and that is the cue. The lights dim, and the cameras vanish into the darkness; only the red lights betray their existence.Â
You glance around, your stomach in knots, as you realize that this is no game, that this is it. The only thing visibly lit was the bed standing a few feet away. The crew's faces are barely visible as everyone watches you, the man behind the camera tilting it, filming you from bottom to top.
âHey baby, you alright?â You hear Dabi's voice.
âN-No, not really.â You stammer, your hands trembling, your breathing picking up, as your eyes frantically dart around the dark set. âI don't know if I can do this.â
âSweetheart, look at me.â You feel a finger hook under your chin when Dabi tilts your head to meet his gaze. It's intense, the turquoise of his irises gleaming almost unnaturally.Â
You feel your heart sink into your stomach as his thumb caresses your skin. When he closes the already minimal distance between you, your eyes flutter close in reflex. His lips are sensually warm and addicting against your cheek, and your heart starts thrashing wildly inside your chest in response. Something changes between you, an intimacy blooming as the voices of the people mute.
It's all you need to distract your mind, to make your body heat up. Not with anxietyâ
âbut in anticipation.Â
âAre you ready to give me your virginity?â His low voice rumbles close to your ear.
You nod, like in a haze, every caress of his lips causes your skin to tingle, to burn with passion. He shifts, and you feel him faintly brush your lips, and a zap of electricity courses through your veins. Then, your lips are united in his first tentative kiss. They are so soft, and the way he kisses you is so delicate, almost tenderâ deliberately slow.
You relax, giving in to how wonderful this feels. His tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, and you feel your brain short-circuiting. Angling your head to the side, you part your lips, begging him to enter. Dabi reacts instantly, his tongue slipping your mouth, delving deeper, tasting you, consuming you.
You groanâhow could a man taste so good?
It makes your knees buckle, and you start panting into his mouth, your instincts taking over, your body reacting to his touch. A desire, a passion, awakens like a wild animal roaring, and you feel a wave of arousal pool in your panties. You can't help it, and you slide your hand underneath his shirt, your other hand circling his neck. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, but the sound carries off into a groan when you rake your nails down the small of his back.Â
As he breaks away, a warmth lingers between you and him while he admires your wet, pink, swollen lips, "A little eager for your first time, huh?"
The kiss leaves you dizzy, and you can't seem to form an answer, too stricken by his closeness and intoxicating scent.
The moment passes, and then his lips smash against yours so fast you don't even have time to react. He presses his hips against yours, his clothed hardness grazing against your heat, letting you feel just how hard youâve made him.
Holy shit.
He's not gentle anymore; he's rough and demanding now. He is taking you, enjoying the shaky gasps that leave your lips. Dabiâs hands trail down your side to find your ass cheeks. He lifts you by the thighs onto his waist skillfully, never breaking the kiss. Carrying you easily toward the bed he releases his hold and you topple onto it, panting heavily.
The lights around you heat the air, and you notice one camera panning across the set while the other tracks toward you on a dolly. Just as your heart starts picking up an anxious speed again, you see a movement to the side. Dabi yanks his shirt above his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every movement.
The second the fabric touches the floor, he's on you with his lips pressed to yours and his tongue in your mouth. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment of passion and all you can see is him. Your stomach somersaults and the world around you ceases to exist; it is just you and himâ the people around you and the cameras wholly forgotten. The world, right now, only revolves around the two of you.
âYou taste so fucking good,â he breathes into your mouth, hazy eyes glowing with arousal. "How do you taste so fucking good?â
You feel his hand sneak underneath your shirt to slowly pull it off over your head. Next, he skillfully removes the rest of your clothes off until you are lying below him, sex and breasts cupped by delicate cotton underwear.Â
âLook at that,â he muses. âSo innocent.â
Sliding his hand behind your back, he unhooks the bra with an expert pinch of his fingers. Your breasts spill out as he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. Then his gaze lingers on your soft, round tits.
âDamn,â he cups them and squeezes them gently, âWhere have you been hiding, girl? You're perfect.â
He slides his fingers over your nipples and a low moan tears from your throat. Dabi lets out a low rumble as his hands continue to work your breasts, rubbing and plucking at your stiffening nipples. Thereâs a deep throb low in your body, pulsing between your thighs, and you're startled at the way youâre reacting. You are so turned onâhis touch only adds to your bodyâs cravings, and as his large palms glide over your breasts; it pulls the breath from your lungs as it simultaneously fuels your desire. His thumbs drag over your nipples again, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to lick at your pebbled nub. He makes you feel breathless with excitement the more he focuses on toying with your breasts, rolling the tips back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.Â
It makes you crazy with need until you're aching, shivering throughout your entire body. You're gasping for breath the entire time Dabi has his lips wrapped around your erect nub, sucking it to send a tingling sensation straight through to your core. Then he's biting just hard enough to make you squeal before soothing the puckered nub with a flick of his tongue.
âYouâve got the most amazing tits,â Dabi murmurs against your skin. âSo soft and full. So natural.â
While he switches from pliant nipple to pliant nipple, you feel a stray hand hook its fingers under the seams of your panties. He releases your nipple with a pop and peppers kisses down to your tummy while he adeptly pulls the little piece of fabric down and off your legs. You're now utterly naked below him while Dabi continues revering your body with wet kisses and nibbles, moving downward until you feel his warm breath on your pubic mound. He spreads your trembling legs, his eyes glazing over your pussy, pupils expanding and then retracting into pin slits.
"Look at that pretty pussy." His breath is hot against your soaked folds. "And so fucking wetâyou're dripping."
A shameful sound spills from your lips at his words, and you writhe in his hold. But his hands keep you in place.Â
"You're seriously telling me,â he slides his fingers up and down your glistening folds, âNo one's been here before?"
You squirm below him as a camera zooms in on where Dabiâs eyes are affixedâ between your thighs.
âCause you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.â He snickers. âAnd I've seen a lot.âÂ
His warm, calloused fingers slide up and down your slippery folds, his hot breath fanning over your sex. Then he spreads apart your sweet lips; it makes you shudder in anticipation, and Dabi chuckles.
âI can see you twitching for me.â A finger sinks in, making you arch your back the deeper it goes.Â
The camera behind him zooms in on your blushing face, and you cover it with trembling hands.Â
"Nu-uh, no hiding. Look at me." He slaps your clit lightlyâmaking you jolt. "Let us see your pretty face."
You whimper softly, because you've touched yourself beforeâ
âbut this just feels so much more intense.
âDabiââ you choke out, flinching in pleasure when he slides a hand underneath your ass,Â
raising your hips to have more access to you.Â
âRelax, baby, I'll take care of you.â A growl tears from his throat, and then he drags his tongue over your gleaming folds, tasting you.Â
You cry out, your body shuddering. Over and over, Dabi licks you with deep, claiming strokes, using his tongue to explore every bit of you.Â
âDamn, you taste better than anything I've ever tasted.â He pushes his wet muscle into your core, frantic to have more of you.Â
âOh my God. Dabi!â Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around him. You're both â startled and aroused at his eagerness. Any worries you have are melting away as he drags his tongue over you again and again, making you squirm with need.
A moan escapes your lipsâ loud, uncontrolledâ when his tongue flicks over your folds. When he grazes your little button, you jolt as if you've been stung.Â
He hums appreciatively and buries his face into your warmth, seeking out that sweet nub. Your body jerks as he moves his tongue over it, repeating the action when he does it again. You give a little wail, and your hands curl into the fabric the longer he teases. He eagerly works that spot, and you cry out with little choked gasps.
As his tongue circles your clitoris, your sensations spiral out of control. You can feel the tension increasing in your body with a growing urgency to be released.Â
âDabi,â you pant with every flick of his tongue. But he doesn't respond, does not hearâ or pretends not to. He buries his face in your folds, hands holding you down by your hips.
With every quiver that moves through your body, with every shiver of response, every tensing of your muscles, you draw closer to the edge.
You writhe against Dabi, with his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. All the while, he continues to work your little clit with his tongue in slow, steady strokes.Â
Suddenly, the feeling that youâre about to cum overwhelms you. Your pussy clenches, dripping with your juices, and your clit is ready to burst. Â
Your hips jerk against him, and then a release explodes in your mind, your thoughts crashing all around you. You come with a slight scream that morphs into a moan, but Dabi does not stop his ministrationsâ
âno.
He continues to lick and suck as you come and come and come.
It's too much; you feel like exploding. Youâre a moaning mess, fingers slipping between Dabiâs strands, pushing and pulling at his roots unsure if you can take it if he keeps going like that.Â
Your entire body is on fire. The orgasm continues to surge through youâ more intense than anything youâve experienced by yourselfâ with Dabi gently sucking and licking at your clit. You are delirious, feel like you are floating with no way to find your path back to earth.Â
âDabi, pleaseââ you choke out.
Dabiâs mouth detaches from your overstimulated nub and straightens up, licking your cumâs sweetness off his lips. Crawling on top of you, he gazes into your eyes. âDoll, tell meâwhat do you want me to do?â
You see his jeans straining from the bulk of his erection and swallow, your body responding with a flood of hormones.Â
âPlease fuck me,â you whisper, thinking in ways you never have before.
You want to beg him to be gentle, but you canât seem to form the words when you see him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his jeans, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he does. His cock springs to life, and you swallow thickly. It's enormousâand pierced.Â
You feel a momentary pang of doubt, questioning if that monster will even fit inside you. The previous excitement and adrenaline pumping through your veins gradually turn to panic. Your breathing picks up as you stare at his cock, wide-eyed.Â
âYou look worried,â Dabi says, stroking it with one hand. His raised eyebrows and amused grin tell you he's used to this type of reaction.Â
âAre you sureâŚâ you nod towards his cock.
âTrust me,â he says. âIâll make sure you feel good. Itâll be the greatest thing you'll ever experience.â
Your entire body yearns for his touch, and thereâs no way you're saying no now. Heâs spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves to hold himself in hand to align his cock with your entrance. Â
"Do you want me to fuck you?â Dabi asks as he drags the head of the tip up and down your slit.Â
ââS not gonna fit,â you whine with a worried expression.
âDon't be scared,â Dabi says, "I know what I'm doing. So, you'll be a good girl and take it all, right?â
âI'm not sure,â you whisper.
âI know you can...â His eyes stare at you with a desire so intense that you almost feel intimidated.Â
Heâs spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves one to hold himself and align his cock to your entrance. The pressure between your legs increases as Dabi nudges the pierced tip of his cock against you.
âGet ready,â he whispers.
A mix of a gasp and a cry leaves your lips as Dabi strains against you, feeling like heâs trying to shove a massive pole inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears gather in your lashes, and Dabi holds back, kissing you, waiting for you to relax.
âEasy,â he says softly, âIâve got you.âÂ
The softness of his tone relaxes you and the tension in your shoulders lessens. Then, somehow, something gives way, and he enters you. You gasp, your body opening up to accommodate the massive dick that is now sliding inside of you.Â
"Oh my godââ You throw your head back, hands clawing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away.
âFuck, youâre so fucking tight,â he hisses, eyebrows furrowing before he hits resistance and then pushes forward.
Thereâs a sharp pain slicing through your core, and you don't know if it's from the stretch or a tear. Probably both. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears down your cheek. Dabi continues to push his hips forward, only stopping once heâs entirely inside, heavy balls pressed against the crease of your ass. The cameras zoom in on the bulge in your womb, where his dick sits buried deep inside of you. But you don't notice them, your brain too consumed by him filling you up, his whole weight resting against you.Â
âYou ok?â Breathing heavily, he drags his eyes back and forth over your face.Â
âGimme a sec.â Your lips press into a thin line as the pain from the stretch slowly turns into a dull throb. After a moment, you nod...
"I'm gonna start moving now," Dabi saysâ and then does precisely that.Â
Just as you start to feel your body relaxing, he withdraws, only to plunge himself in again. The sudden shock of the movement is incredible. You feel every ridge, every single thick vein. It feels fantastic, and as he slowly slides back in, you can appreciate every inch of his cock. He starts an even rhythm, rocking inside you gently.Â
âShit, just squeezed me so fucking tight,â he moans in response. "Iâm warning you, don't make me lose my composure. You donât want to see me act up.â
Your mind feels detached from your body; you don't hear him, don't even notice the camera zooming in, focusing on how your face scrunches and your lips quiver because of how good he makes you feel.Â
He grabs you by the waist and brings you closer to him. Raising both legs in the air, he pushes them forward until your body is folded in half.
âOhâshitââ You choke out, the walls of your sex stretching to accommodate him.Â
âIâm gonna make you cum,â Dabi is panting hard as he starts driving his cock rapidly in and out of you. âYou won't be able to walk for days.â
âI-I canâtââ your jaw slackens as you tighten around his dick again, the ability to form comprehensive answers having left you the moment he breached your walls.
He rams himself deeper while his fingers slip between your strands, guiding your face upward, your mouths colliding in a frantic kiss.Â
It starts as a slow burn that gradually builds into a white, blistering heat. A feeling begins coursing through you, making you lose control of your body. You tense and arch your back, your head digging back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, all that tension releases, and you cry out loud, a turbulent wave of pleasure hitting you like a storm. All your nerve endings are seemingly set ablaze while Dabi fucks you through your orgasm.Â
His eyes are wide with wonder, hearing and feeling you come undone around him. The way your eyes are shut tightly in pleasure, your entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy, is the best thing he's ever seen. It makes his chest swell with pride. Still, it feels like it's not enough, though, and he needs more. He wants to own you, possess you, make you his.
Dabi snaps.Â
With a suppressed growl, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He's not letting you catch your breath before he propels his cock back inside you again. His hand slides from the dip in your spine to the spot between your shoulder blades, pressing down until your face is buried in the sheets. At this angle, he reaches even deeper than before, his piercings rubbing your G-spot just right. Your hands tightly fist the soft duvet with every drive of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs.
Dabi seems delirious, pistoning in and out of you now. Reaching forward, he gathers your hair around his fist, tugging it to keep you in place, forcing your head up from the sheets. You sob out his name, your chin and cheeks covered with your drool and tears.Â
But Dabi is drowning too deep in pleasure to notice.Â
"Iâm gonna fuck you so hard youâll never think of anyone but me in your fantasies," Dabi growls while your elbows shake under the pressure of his forceful thrusts.
Slowly, your mind is falling apart with the pleasure pulsing through your body. Dabi starts drilling his big cock into your even faster now. You tremble below him, thighs quivering when you feel another orgasm building up.Â
âYou gonna cum for me again, princess?â Dabi groans, âI can feel your pussy clenching around me.â
You nod, too exhausted to form any words. Dabi tightens his hold on your hip, fingers digging into your plush skin, holding you still.Â
âIâm gonna cum with you,â he tells you. âIâm gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna breed you so goodâfuck!â
"Pleaseâ" you whimper pathetically, finding yourself trapped in his lewd promises.Â
And then you lose it, feeling like the world is disappearing underneath your feet. Pleasure rips through you, leaving you with no strength. Itâs an intense tingling pleasure that starts in your core and spreads through your whole body, from your fingertips down to your toes. It's all-consuming and euphoric, your body not knowing what to do with that much sensation at once.Â
You feel your body falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy as you cum again with a broken whimper escaping your lips. The orgasm is even more potent than the last ones, like a massive burst of pleasure; all that tension explodes and shoots up the back of your legs and everywhere else. You moan and shudder, your pussy clamping around his cock.Â
âThatâs it,â Dabi lets out a long, shuddering groan. âJust like that.â
You forget to breathe while Dabi keeps fucking your harder and harder, feral with desire, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can.
âOh fuckââ You gasp out, arching your back, fingers twisting against the sheets.
No sooner have the words slipped from your lips that you feel your whole body lock tight againâand then unravel. You forget to breathe as an unending cascade of euphoria detonates deep inside of you. You come undone, shaking uncontrollably as juices gush from your pussy, dripping down Dabis balls, drenching the sheets below.Â
Dabi groans, his eyes screwing shut, head dropping back. With one final possessive thrust of his hips, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. You feel his cock twitch as he moans heavily, eyebrows sewn together. His body is shuddering, his hips hitching while he rides out his orgasm.
Youâre faintly aware of your surroundings, buried too deeply in your bliss. Unable to take any more pleasure, you slump backward. Dabi slides his softening cock from you with an obscene wet sound before dropping down onto the bed beside you, taking you with him.
âFuckâŚâ he breathed out, caressing your skin. âThat felt soââ
âAndâcut!â You hear a voice call, speaking its way into the mush that is your brain, slapping you back to reality.
You open your eyes and look around in shock, having completely forgotten where you are. The lights switch on, almost blindingly bright. People start hustling about the set, and cameras mere inches away from you now pull back into their waiting positions.Â
âThat was perfect,â you hear Tenko say through the noise filling the set now.
Your breath catches in your throat, an unsettling feeling beginning to well inside you. Your heart starts pounding at an increasingly rapid pace while you feel panic stretch its icy fingers up your spine.
You feel a warm hand cradling your face, angling it to the side. Itâs Dabi. He places his mouth over yours without further ado.Â
âYou are perfect.â Dabi coos into the kiss, and it happens againâ butterflies erupt in your gut, the world around you fading until there's only you and him.
Instinctively, you let go, feeling the tension slowly dissipate and your heart calming down. Dabi smiles as he breaks away from you, and you feel itâ a lingering warmth, an unseen connection that spins fragile threads between you both.
A man approaches to help you get out of bed, but Dabi, whose face is still dewy with sweat, moves between you both. He takes the bathrobe from the guy and wraps it around your shivering body before getting dressed himself.
Helping you off the bed, he drapes an arm around your shoulder and leads you past the celebrating crew members from the set until youâre backstage.Â
Once in the changing room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it.Â
âThat was somethingâŚâ he muses. âYouâre a natural. Would you ever consider doing this again with me?âÂ
You're caught off-guard, his face radiating a tenderness that fills your heart with something joyful. A warmth spreads across your face, your hands gripping the soft belt of your robe as you nip at your lower lip. âI-I don't know.â
âYou should,â Dabi kicks off the door frame and saunters over you with a sinful, obscene sway of his hips. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement, pulling you into a tight embrace. âThink about itâŚâ
He lets the words hang in the air for a second. When he pulls away, his arms wrap around your neck, lower half still pressed against you as if youâre not a stranger. He looks down at you like the two of you have been dating for years.
âSo, I was wondering⌠what are you doing later on?â Dabi kisses the tip of your nose. âDo you want to grab a bite to eat and get some drinks?â
âAre you asking me out on a date?â A new desire for him grows inside of you. You smile back at him, reaching up to gently play with his dark hair.
âMaybe?â His lips curl into a devious smirk.
âIs this even allowed?â Chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catches up to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.
âMaybe?â Dabi repeats, his thumb gently brushing along your lips.
When you look into his eyes, a tenderness softens the rough edges of his sharp features. It makes you wonder, heâs been so sweet and caring after everything that happened todayâ you actually believe heâs a genuinely sincere and nice guy. You feel your heart quiet when youâre with him, as if you have found peace.Â
âWellâŚâ you consider, âI've just thrown all my morals into the wind. So, might as well go on a date with a pornstar, right?â
âYou won't regret it.â Dabis laughs softly. âEven though you might not be able to move after I'm done with youââ
âIs that soâŚâ You are torn between scolding him or laughing because he's so cute. âOk, big boy, whatever you say.â
#dabi smut#dabi x you#dabi x reader#dabi#dabi todoroki#bnha dabi#mha dabi#dabi my hero academia#touya todoroki#todoroki touya#dabi fanfic#dabi x y/n#mha au#mha smut#bnha smut#dabi x reader smut#dabi x you smut
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Saturday, September 21, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: FALLING TOGETHER (W Network) 8:00pm 48 HOURS (Global) 9:00pm
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
AMAZON PRIME CANADA NWSL: KANSAS CITY CURRENT VS. WASHINGTON SPIRIT
CBC GEM CARMEN HAPPY PLACE
CRAVE TV BAKUGAN: EVOLUTION (Season 1)
DISNEY + STAR THE JUDGE FROM HELL (two-episode premiere)
MLB BASEBALL (SN) 3:30pm: Jays vs. Rays (SN Now) 9:00pm: Yankees vs. Aâs (SN) 9:00pm: Rockies vs. Dodgers
MLS SOCCER (TSN5) 4:00pm: Charlotte vs. New England (TSN) 10:30pm: LA Galaxy vs. Vancouver
2024 PACIFIC NATIONS RUGBY (TSN/TSN3) 5:00pm: Final - Fiji vs. Japan
CFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN4) 7:00pm: Blue Bombers vs. Elks (TSN/TSN3) 8:00pm: Wild vs. Jets
SHORT FILM FACE OFF (CBC) 8:00pm: Amanda Parris presents Canadian directors sharing their films and vying for a cash award; films in this episode: "Datrin," "The Mess We're In," "The Teacup."
DANCING WITH THE STARS (City TV) 8:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Thirteen new celebrities are ready to hit the ballroom floor for their first live performance.
TERRY MCMILLAN PRESENTS: TEMPTED BY LOVE (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: Returning home to care for her aunt, a renowned chef gets picked up at the airport by a handsome driver who's 20 years younger than her. They soon make an unexpected yet passionate connection as they share a mutual interest in food, family and fun.
FOR THE LOVE OF LILY (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: When a no-nonsense consultant is blindsided by her boss's switch to a greener, more natural office space, she'll partner with the rooftop florist to make her building come alive with the beauty of nature.
HAPPY PLACE (CBC) 9:00pm: A group of women residing at an inpatient mental health clinic form a makeshift community after experiencing personal crises.
AMUR TIGER: SECRET KINGDOM (Nat Geo Wild) 9:00pm: The filmmakers shed light on the remote kingdom of the Amur tiger to unveil long held secrets about these elusive hunters and how they use secret messaging to communicate and hunt their prey.
POOR THINGS (Crave) 9:00pm: Brought back to life by an unorthodox scientist, a young woman runs off with a lawyer on a whirlwind adventure across the continents. Free from the prejudices of her times, she grows steadfast in her purpose to stand for equality and liberation.
PICTURE HER DEAD (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: When aspiring artist Chloe accidentally takes credit for a painting of a murdered woman, she must discover its true origin before the killer sets their sights on her. She finds a history of murdered models, all leading back to the unknown painter.
THE TEACHER��S LOUNGE (Crave) 11:25pm: Teacher Carla Nowak decides to get involved when one of her students is suspected of theft. Caught between her ideals and the school system, the consequences of her actions threaten to break her.
DEADPOOL 2 (CTV) 12:30am: Wisecracking mercenary Deadpool must protect a teenage mutant from Cable -- a genetically enhanced soldier from the future. He soon joins forces with Bedlam, Shatterstar, Domino and other mutants to battle Cable and his powerful advanced weaponry.
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simonâs so possessive :(( so naturally he had to show some pictures you two took to his squad. just, yâknow, to stake his claim.
(you two know heâs got the exhibitionist streak in him since the first time you two fucked in his car, in an empty parking lot, and he came within the first few minutes. it was so sudden, so intense, that simon had to resort to fingering you because heâs gotten so sensitive that a next round wasnât even an option. you tease him about it constantly, only to end up on your knees as simon fucks the giggles out of you.)
the pictures start off âsimpleââshots of your tits in one of his favourite set of lingerie, with his cum staining your chin while pools of it build up along your cleavage; or of simonâs hand loosely wrapped around your neck, your supple skin a beautiful contrast underneath his expanse of scars and tattoos.
the recent one is this: simonâs sitting in front of the mirror, his bulk covered by your body. youâre facing away from the camera, something johnny loudly complained about of course, but youâre bare. youâre stripped naked and stuffed with his cock, and the insinuation was enough to silence their grumbles.
his squad sees everything that simon allows them to seeâthe plane of your spine to the globes of your assâand then, they break.
pitiful pleas spilling, filling up simonâs inbox. even price seemed to have trouble with hiding the tides of his own desire, and, well, is that not something?
(you and simon indulge them, of course. the pictures become more bold, more revealing, until simonâs got them adjusting themselves from underneath their slacks when he shows them a little slip of a video.
itâs not even that conspicuous; itâs just simonâs hand squeezing the pudge of your belly. but the pose, the angleâitâs what made their breaths run ragged. the way simonâs hand is tilted just enough to make it look like heâs fully covering your groin, leaving them nothing to salivate over but the stretch of your skin and the softness of your fat.
itâs not like that wasnât enough, not when it even had price calling off their briefing and rescheduling it later in the afternoon instead because none of them could focus.
simon devours the sight they make, all reduced by you, unable to even deny how much pleasure heâs gaining from this. he licks the backs of his teeth and sends you a short message.
âwant to make a film for them?â
not even a minute passed by before your reply came in.
âi thought youâll never ask.â
simon canât even stop the bark of laughter that tumbles from his throat, his eyes glinting with deep interest.
he knows just what to make you wear for that film.)
(itâs priceâs boonie, one he snagged from their captainâs office.)
#this is so bad but im thinking about poly 141 x reader again đ#n so. heres a weak attempt đ#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley smut#tf 141 x reader#suns
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People truly don't get just how labor-intensive of a field filmmaking is, whether it's writing/pre-production or on-set actors and crew or post-production
#listen man i know ive barely scratched the surface of even sports broadcasting#but my schedule is Not Unlike the kind of schedules film crews face with MUCH more labor intensive jobs#except where my schedule is unpredictable and subject to change on short notice and my shifts#Do Not Come with proper breaks#at least i *usually* only work a max of 12 hours#film crews easily see 14-16 hour days and the studios refuse to accept#paying more fines to the unions for not supplying the minimum amount of hours needed between shifts (this was something they rejected in#the wga negotiations)#and they HAVE to have those fines put on them because there is like. a real legitimate problem of lack of sleep leading to#injuries (and sometimes fatal ones) both on and off film sets. do you know its not unusual for people on sets to be reminded not to drive#if they feel like theyre going to pass out. a couple of years ago when iatse was in negotiations people were sharing INSANE stories#along those lines#and those days arent worth it!! at all!! we HAVE to take more time to make movies. we have to stand behind the unions. come on man#anyway brought to you by i wasnt gonna reblog that giant post where someone sent a stupid ask to neil gaiman but i am mad about it#and i know that post was specifically aboht writing but MAN people really forget the number of crew who work on movies#and how exhausting those jobs are and how much technical skill and varied understanding of skills that arent even your own#that you have to have to work in entertainment !#anyway
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summary: in which jungkook canât sleep, and he canât stop kissing you either.
> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k
> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( theyâre in that afterglow <3 ocâs chest is his pillow :(
> in which masterlist!
note: hi hi. hereâs ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff đ° i just had to write abt this jk :P thereâs a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you 𼚠reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. iâd love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3
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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriendâs polaroid camera.
âjungkook,â you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.
âshit, shit- sorry, baby-â he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. âforgot to turn off the flash.â
he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.
âcan i take more pictures?â
âdid you turn it off?â you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.
âi did.â
a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.
you sigh, melting back into relaxation. âokay.â
he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for itâ lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.
this is⌠the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.
he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldnât stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you werenât exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that youâre just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so heâd finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.
wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.
jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.
a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.
clearly, youâve grown too comfortable in this relationship.
âi love you.â he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- âi love you.â before heâs kissing you again.
âbabe-â you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.
âi love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.â he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.
pure staticâ there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like youâre floating- no, youâre falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and youâre falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.
at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. âpretty.â
his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.
â____ is so, so pretty.â
âhm, really?â you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. âthanks to you.â
âme?â his doe eyes widen in confusion.
âyou know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.â you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.
âahhh- ah!â
enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.
his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.
jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.
âoh yeah, baby? do you now?â thereâs a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. âi feel nice, too.â
ânice?â your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.
ânice.â
he feels a tug at his heartstrings.
âyou know what? fucking great⌠i could never have enough of you.â
it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before heâs pulling you closer to his body.
âi⌠i donât doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but⌠itâs still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.â
he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when heâs expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.
âreally, how do you do thisâŚ? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!â he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. âitâs possible for it to be this much? do you get what iâm saying? i just have thoughts like thatâ love is so fascinating.â
you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but itâs funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.
oh, this actually sounds familiar. heâs getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and heâs not drunk. were you that good tonight?
âi wonât give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?â you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.
you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isnât you.
âaish, stop talking! i donât like hearing you talk in that way.â
âthen what else am i supposed to do? youâre the one who woke me up.â you retort in annoyance.
but you honestly donât think thereâs any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.
âyouâre right, iâm sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.â
he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because heâs bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.
âyouâre seriously not done?â you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.
he stubbornly answers with a âno!â as his lips ghost over your cheek.
if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.
âbabe, youâre supposed to sleep. you have work later.â
âno, i donât want to sleep. i⌠i want to kiss you- baby.â he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.
you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.
âyou havenât even said âi love youâ back yet.â
âoh, i havenât?â you wince innocently. âsorry. i love you.â
but he should be the one apologizing to you, since itâs his fault that you still canât think straight, or walk for that matter.
you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and itâs jungkookâs turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.
âah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!â he eagerly voices out a special demand.
he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.
your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexyâ heâs still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could âproperly see his loveâs beautiful body.â
you roll your eyes inside your head.
what a fucking tease.
nonetheless, you acquiesce.
the flash goes off.
and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.
âbaby, let me see.â
âitâs mine!â you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.
he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.
âyes, iâm yours.â he coos in response.
and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security⌠because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.
jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.
âthis is mine!â
he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in filmâ you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasnât changed at all.
âjust how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?â you ask him lightheartedly.
he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. âi always need more for when i miss you.â
you copy his frown. âthen what about me when iâm missing you too?â
âhmmm⌠i want you to always remember me like this, baby.â he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid youâve taken of him tonight. âcan you see my abs tooâŚ? oh- itâs not showing yet.â
he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.
âiâll look later. i canât even keep my eyes open anymore. âm so tired.â you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. âletâs go to sleep, please?â
jungkook doesnât find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when youâre tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.
âheaven.â he moans, overcome by contentment.
he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.
âwhy are you always like this? can you even breathe?â you chuckle with your eyes closed.
âi love your boobs.â his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.
âi know.â
he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. âi really, really mean it.â
âyes, baby. i believe you.â
a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.
but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.
yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.
âjungkook, baby, stop. i canât go another round.â you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.
âAH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasnât even planning on it!â he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.
âstillâŚâ your voice cracks. âyou know iâll get turned on!â
his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.
âokay, okay! iâm sorry! iâll behave now!â
thank god.
he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.
â____?â he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that heâs lying motionless.
âhmm?â
âletâs eat dinner outside after work.â
ââŚmeat?â
âand beer!â he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.
âiâll come pick you up then.â you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. âbut go to sleep or else iâll kick you out of the bedroom again.â
his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.
cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.
he squeaks in defeat. âgoodnight, baby.â
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O.F. COUPLE
nanami kento x fem! reader
cw: filmed sex, creampies, cunnilingus, vaginal sex (tagged as fem reader because kento refers to you as his wife, but aside from that & genitalia there are no specific fem descriptions), cum eating
It wasnât like your page blew up over night, but the rise was definitely quick.
Turns out a lot of people were drawn to a couple who played no gimmicks. Didnât put on a show. Hell, didnât even do this for money. Nowhere in your eight videos posted to the hub did you splice enough content together to reel in engagement only to direct watchers to another platform hidden behind a paywall.
Not that your viewers wouldnât use one hand to punch in their credit card information if that was the case.
It was impulsive at first, the filming of it.
A steamy night that started in the living room, lingering touches and hot kisses. Always followed up by grinding that had you both struggling to decide whether or not thatâs how you wanted to finish or if those handful of seconds away from each other to undress was worth the high. You two ultimately chose the latter. A trail of clothes leading to the bedroom, Kento fishing his phone out of his pocket before dropping his pants and for some reason it felt oddly heavy in his hands.
He gave you a look, the look. It wasnât unfamiliar to you, there had been plenty of times in the past where youâd filmed short videos of your intimate moments. Kentoâs head between your legs, looking up at you with pussy drunk, half-lidded eyes. Hands flexing around your thighs as he licked his lips. Or awkward overhead angles of a makeout session so hot that it almost left your lips raw. Most videos were the last few seconds of Kentoâs orgasmâ you already delirious in your highâ his breathy grunt cracking through the speakers before the microphone had time to adjust, recording the delicious squelch of your cunt letting him go as he pulled out. A thick glob of cum followed a few seconds after. His thumbnail white as he pulled one of your cheeks to the side to show the camera how you gaped for him.
You didnât upload those videos, though. Those were a keepsake for your eyes only.
The videos that you posted to your account were always filmed at one of three angles. Atop the dresser that stood right across your bed or propped up on the lamp housed on your bedside table. The third angle was rare. One that was seen in a singular video.
Wife Rides Husbandâs Cock, Begging To Be Filled After Two Weeks Apart - Close Up Creampie
The only video that had any cuts in it. Just one cut from the first wide angle, your figures backlit by the window behind you as you sat on his upper thighs, Kentoâs head propped up against the headboard. Hot hands smoothing up and down your sides. Just enough light hitting your faces for the viewers to see your whispers, the phone far enough away that the only murmur his phoneâs microphone could pick up was the bubbling giggled that had you lurching forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. There was just something so genuine about you two that drew the readers in. How, besides capturing an inherently intimate moment, they could see how much you cared for each other once the cameras were off.
Half the comments always swooned about how sweet the two of you were no matter how rough or intense the content was. The other half of them comments on this video in particular was songs of praises and gratitude for the second angle.
Filmed from Kento's POV everyone got to see how you bounced and grinded, the way your thighs flexed and your hips wiggled. Everyone commenting the timestamp 21:06 when your fingernails dug into Kento's toned stomach, scratching the expanse as you huffed about how close you were. Kento's hand wrapped around your waist tight enough for your flesh to deliciously spill over the edges. god, did he love that. He would've commented on it if he wasn't more concerned about your comfort, asking if you wanted him to take over. You shook your head wanting to do it to the end, knowing you could. Begging Kento to cum with you because you were so, so close. Dragging him practically by the neck to join you as you whispered dirty pleas for him to fill you up. How you felt so empty while he was away.
This second angle was a godsend. Propelling the video to the top rank of verified couples. The way you fell over the edge together in itself already had most of your viewers making a mess on their own end, but the way you leaned back exposing the creamy ring that adorned the base of Kento's cock. Your glistening cunt so puffy and loved. The way you slowly rose up despite the fatigue in your thighs, previewing the mess between your legs as it streaked down Kento's cock. That had your watchers groaning, kicking themselves as the need for their hand to drift back to their crotches grew. The groan that reverberated from Kento's chest and the soft gasp that left your lips as you rose high enough for his heavy length to slip out of you, slapping his pelvis with a thick squelch was what made most, if not all, of them continue through the overstimulation.
No matter how much time had passed since posting that video, you still had comments coming in every day of people on their knees begging, offering ridiculous sums of money to get just a taste of that third angle. Just one more video where they could watch Kento's cum drip out of you and back onto his cock. Hell, even just a split second of your cum soaked cunt before the screen blackened to reflect their pathetic faces as Kento dropped his phone onto the mattress, unable to hold himself back from licking you clean. A lot of your viewers having confessed that they return to this video just to hear him devour you, sloppy smacks of his lips, heated groans and your weak mewls enough for a quick session.
You had devout watchers. People who never even ventured the amateur category had notifications on for your posts. People who longed for the impromptu videos that came according to no schedule or pretext whatsoever. Most of which who couldn't believe you'd give them this content for free. They could tell how much you loved each other and how much fun you had during these moments. Their hearts aching and fluttering for the whispers and smiles and the soft kisses that never managed to interrupt the flow that would lead to the signature plaps just minutes later.
They'd given and continued to give you so much love, the two of you figured it wouldn't hurt to plan a celebratory milestone video and maybe, just maybe you could convince Kento to film that third angle again.
A/N: i kinda wanna write more of this
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đŁđĽđđ§đ§đŹ đđ˘đŹ â nicholas a. chavez
âđâËâš author's note. based off this request... enjoy âĄ
âą cw. nsfw (+18)! switch!reader x switch!nicholas, begging, dirty talk, oral (m+f receiving), praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected piv, creampie, this one's kinda sweet âšď¸ | wc. 2929
đŁhe last few days were pure torture for nicholas.
he just came back home from filming, gone for almost three months; three agonising, incredibly hard months. of course he was happy to see his girlfriend after such a long time. they would cuddle for hours, and she'd ask him all about the movie he was currently working on. y/n was so excited, eyes sparkling with excitement every time she spoke to him, yet she could feel the shift in her boyfriend's behaviour. something was so off.
he was more... touchy than usual. hands on her body every time and every second, kisses needier, body reacting to even the slightest touch. nicholas often found himself staring at her when she was doing casual stuff around the house, shorts riding up on her thighs as she stood on her tiptoes to get something from the cupboard, cock twitching uncomfortably in his pants.
three months. three months without sex. of course he masturbated, and of course y/n would send him a dirty picture every now and then. but it wasn't enough, not at all. and ever since he got home, he was waiting for something, anything; an occasion to push his fingers under her panties, or under her t-shirt to grab her boobs.
and y/n wasn't oblivious to it. his erection pressed against her in the most unexpected moments, he pushed into her slightly, trying to get her to notice. nicholas' desperation was so visible, but she wanted him to break. she wanted him to ask for it.
it was a friday afternoon, and instead of going out, they stayed in, deciding on watching friends.
"mind if i take a shower first?" y/n asked, walking down the stairs, eyes lighting up at the sight of her boyfriend already curled up on the couch, waiting.
"no, no. of course not", he replied mindlessly, looking through his instagram. his eyes met hers, and the sight of her standing there, smiling, almost made his stomach hurt with need.
"be right back. love you!" she ran upstairs quickly and nicholas heard the bathroom door closing shut. he exhaled, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. it's been so hard. and y/n acted as if she didn't notice the shift in his behaviour. he knew she wanted him to beg for it, but he didn't really know where to start. and most importantly, he was ashamed of feeling that way. why was sex the only think he could think about? why did it keep him up, dick hurting as she pressed her ass against him with purpose, pretending to be asleep?
before he could find the answer, y/n appeared at the top of the stairs, looking absolutely scrumptious.
face flushed from the bathroom's temperature, his t-shirt hanging on her body, ending mid-thigh, and he wondered if she even wore any panties underneath.
y/n rubbed the towel on her damp hair as she walked down the stairs. she took a seat next to nicholas on the couch, lashes fluttering as she looked up at him.
"y/n...", he started, quite unsure how to talk about his need, as his problem seemed so ridiculous.
"yes, babe?", she cocked her head, brushing a hand through her hair, throwing the towel on the floor mindlessly.
his breath hitched, usual confidence fading as he gazed at her, looking so effortlessly hot.
"i..." nicholas hesitated, and before he could think about it, his lips were already on hers, hands tugging at her - his - shirt, guiding y/n to straddle his hips. y/n melted into his touch, smiling into the kiss. "what is it, nick?" she let out between kisses, but he was all over her again, hips thrusting up to meet her thong-covered pussy.
"no, no. you have to tell me first", she whispered, pulling at nicholas' hair, causing him to groan. his eyes fluttered shut, chest heaving with each breath, cheeks flushing slightly. "what do you want?"
she grounded herself on his lap, cunt pressing on his hard-on purposely.
"fuck- i need you. need you so bad, doll", he muttered, chasing her lips with his', and she grinned, allowing him to force his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of her as she whimpered softly. and it drove him crazy, the taste of her, the feeling of her skin against his hands, everything she did.
y/n bit on his lip, pulling away just for a second before placing wet kisses on his neck, tongue twirling around his skin, her long nails clawing at his arms.
she moved down, sucking on his nipple softly, tongue lapping at the bud, earning a satisfied groan from nicholas. she licked, sucked and bit every part of his hard chest, teasing him, playful smile on her lips.
"fuck- shit, i want- i want your mouth", nicholas whimpered, chest heaving as she worshipped him, the upper part of his body sticky from her saliva.
"but baby, i am using my mouth", she grinned, meeting his half lidded eyes before dropping to her knees between his legs. she traced the bulge in his pants with her hand, breathing deeply at the sight of him.
"suck my dick. please, just- stop teasin'", nicholas' hips lifted up from the couch as y/n tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. she took his boxers off in the process, and his cock sprang free, angry red and leaking with pre-cum. y/n's eyes widened at the sight of him, so defenceless and desperate, her own arousal soaking her black panties.
"is this why you've been acting so weird lately?" she asked, teasingly running her hands over his muscular thighs, and his cock twitched at the sensation. nicholas' head fell back against the couch, yet he kept an intense eye contact, bucking his hips up. his cock bounced, and he could almost feel her own need as she bit her lip at the sight.
"yes, yes, yes", he chanted as she stuck her tongue out, taking his dick in her hand, guiding it to her lips. "needed you so bad, doll. fuck, yes", nicholas muttered lowly at the sensation of her mouth closing around his pink tip, tongue swirling around it as if she was licking at a lollipop. she looked up at him, the sight of his well trained body making y/n moan around his shaft. she was so eager to please him, so eager to feel his cum paint the back of her throat. it never failed to amaze him, the way she was worshipping him, taking her sweet, sweet time teasing him, enjoying it almost as much as he did.
nicholas' hands found her hair, and he tugged at it, causing another moan to escape y/n's mouth.
she sucked on the tip softly before pulling away, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock. her tongue darted out as she licked at the underside of his shaft, greedily tracing the pulsing veins adoring it. her tongue reached down to lap at his balls, huge and full of cum, almost begging for her attention. nicholas' cock twitched and his whole body contracted at the stimulation.
"more, please, doll-" he blurted, breathless, and she looked up at him as she left soft kisses on the insides of his thighs. slowly starting to stroke his big cock in her hand, the other tracing over the muscles on his stomach.
he met her eyes, biting his lip at the sight of her on her knees, being so good for him, before throwing his head back in pure bliss. the teasing made him feel lightheaded, heart beating so fast that he thought he might just drop dead any second.
"you're so big" y/n mumbled, almost as if she was talking to herself, swiping her thumb over his sensitive tip. she watched his face with wide eyes, amazed by the sounds that left his mouth and the way his muscles tensed. she thought that in this exact moment, she had complete control over him for the first time ever.
never taking her hand off his member, she got up from her spot on the floor. nicholas' eyes snapped open, wide and desperate, as she leaned over to kiss him.
y/n took her sweet time, never stopping the slow movements of her hand, and he whined into the kiss, his own needy hands already roaming over her body. nicholas melted into her touch, hips starting to rise from the couch as he grew impatient, he needed more. y/n smiled into the kiss before pulling away, every move graceful and thoughtful.
"can i sit on your face, pretty boy?" she asked softly; nicholas' eyes sparkled beautifully and his cock twitched, and she took it as a 'yes'.
what he didn't expect was her turning her back on him, ass on full display as she straddled his chest, and the realisation of what she had in mind finally bloomed in his mind.
before he had the time to think about it, y/n was already straddling his face, and he inhaled, breathing her in greedily. her sweet pussy glistened with wetness, and his cock twitched when she leaned over to be face to face with his his length.
nicholas wasted no time; he wet his lips before swiping his tongue against her clit, straight up to her hole. he gripped y/n's ass in his big hands, pressing her against his face even more, a soft groan leaving his mouth at the taste of her.
she cried out and wrapped her mouth around him, trying to take him as deep as possible. the sensation of nicholas' mouth on her pussy combined with the taste of him had her head spiralling.
she was thankful he wasn't teasing her, going straight into licking, sucking and kissing at her clit, not a single thought in his head as he ate her out.
"fuck, i missed this pretty mouth of yours- and this sweet pussy. so good, so mine", nicholas whined pathetically, making y/n moan around his shaft, gagging slightly when he hit the back of her throat. she grabbed his thighs for stability, licking the underside of his shaft before focusing on his tip again.
nicholas' hands squeezed y/n's butt cheeks tightly as he sloppily made out with her pussy, tongue darting out to flick at the little button hidden between the folds. his mouth closed around it and he sucked hard enough to make her see stars. he could feel y/n's legs beginning to shake as she whined around his cock, bobbing her head quickly, just how she knew he liked it.
"shit, doll, i'm gonna cum-" he managed to get out, already on edge from her previous teasing, as he threw his head back.
y/n moaned around him, taking him in fully, encouraging him to fill her mouth. nicholas groaned shamelessly as his hips twitched, cock getting even deeper in her mouth, nails digging into her flesh with enough force to leave marks.
his vision went white for a second as he painted her throat white, and she took all it without protest, still bobbing her head on him, milking him dry until his whole body started to twitch from overstimulation. y/n let him leave her mouth with a "pop", breathing heavily, swallowing all of his cum momentarily, the taste of him only turning her on more as her pussy clenched around nothing.
before she had the time to react, she was already on her back, legs spread as nicholas towered over her, still slightly lightheaded from the earth shattering orgasm he just experienced.
"i just can't get enough of you" he whispered, arms on both sides of her head as he leaned down, nose brushing against hers. he then started to leave sweet kisses all over her neck, chest - focusing on her breasts for a little longer - before finally kneeling down between her legs, spreading them just a little wider, pupils blown with lust as he took in the sight before him.
"nick-" she didn't get to finish as his mouth came in contact with her pussy yet again, moving his tongue around her clit in fast circles. y/n's back arched, and her hand found place in his hair, the sight of her boyfriend between her legs making her legs shake slightly. he left open mouthed kisses on her slit, making out with her pussy sloppily, before forcing his tongue into her little hole, nose bumping against her clit. nicholas' eyes snapped open to watch her, and his cock twitched yet again, begging for attention, when she made eye contact with him. and y/n felt it too; she clenched around him, legs threatening to close around his head, but nicholas was quick to spread her thighs open, arms wrapping around them tightly. he was being oh so messy, her sweet juices covering the lower half of his face, obscene sounds echoing in the living room - but he didn't seem to care at all.
"come on, pretty girl, give it to me", he almost begged, and y/n tugged at his messy hair again, the feeling of his warm tongue on her clit making her cry out yet again. groans left nicholas' mouth as he devoured her, and one last suck of his mouth around her clit was enough to send her spiralling. y/n moaned his name out loud, and he responded with a satisfied moan as his girl's sweet essence filled his mouth. nicholas lapped at her hole, eager to not miss a drop of her cum, and she twitched in overstimulation. he didn't stop for another minute or two, too lost in his own pleasure, soft moans leaving his mouth as he placed soft kisses and licks on her clit to calm her down.
when he finally pulled away, y/n's legs flew shut, chest heaving with uneven breaths. nicholas smiled proudly before kissing her softly, and she wrapped her legs around his torso, running a hand over his broad shoulders. she could feel nicholas' cock pressing against her thigh, leaking with pre-cum yet again, and her pussy clenched at the feeling of him.
"i need to be inside you, baby", he whined desperately, hiding his face in the crook of her neck; her chest tightened at his voice, so defenceless and needy.
"use me, pretty boy", y/n breathed him in, and he wasted no time in running his tip over her clit, teasingly slow. she moaned at the sensation, hips bucking to feel more of him; nicholas certainly didn't like that, as he pushed her down, hands gripping at her hips tightly. after teasing her for another second or two, he forced himself into her, the wetness coating her walls making it easy for him to move.
satisfied moans left both of their mouths, and nicholas sat back on his knees, watching his cock slowly disappear in her tight hole, mouth slightly agape at the sight.
"you're so wet for me, so warm", he breathed out, gripping y/n's thighs, forcing her to open her legs just a little wider. he watched her face twist in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt, cock twitching in anticipation. y/n gripped at the couch cushion tightly, her eyes rolling back into her head; the sensation of his cock kissing her cervix with every single move of his hips almost unbearable.
y/n lost it the moment nicholas' fingers came in contact with her perky nipples, rolling them between his long fingers, occasionally squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts in his palms. she gasped breathlessly, sound almost inaudible as pure ecstasy filled her mind.
"look at me, c'mon, doll", he panted, holding himself back, even though his thrusts got more aggressive, desperate, sloppy. y/n opened her eyes, meeting his own immediately, and she clenched around him. hard. "fuck, nick- i- i'm gonna cum" she managed to choke up, and her hands found his strong arms, holding onto them for dear life.
"yeah? come on then, give it to me. i want to feel you cum around me", these words, combined with his powerful thrusts and the look of pure ecstasy on his face sent her over the edge. nicholas was quick to lift her up from the couch slightly, the new angle making him go even deeper; she clenched around his cock as she came, moaning his name like a prayer.
nicholas shut his eyes at the sensation, and kissed her once again, his restless thrusts not stopping even for a moment. the taste of her made his head spin, cock twitching as y/n bit on his lower lip, shaking from overstimulation, cunt gripping him tightly. he buried himself fully inside of her and let go, ropes of cum filling her womb, and he grinded his hips against hers to ride out his orgasm, groans leaving his mouth as he fell forward, entire body shaking.
"holy fucking shit", he managed to get out, and y/n fell back on the couch with him, completely fucked and spent. nicholas hid his face in the crook of her neck, leaving soft kisses there, and she played with his hair mindlessly.
"i love you", he whispered softly after a couple of minutes, finally letting his body relax. y/n smiled at the confession. she planted a kiss on his forehead, heart beating hard in her chest; the love she had for him almost overwhelming. "i love you too, pretty boy."
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