StarGirl

His long, vibrant crimson hair spilled like a luxurious waterfall across your lap and down his shoulders, the silky strands catching the TV light in subtle ruby highlights. The faint, sweet scent of his cherry blossom shampoo lingered in the air, a signature he maintained with almost ritualistic care. One of his hands rested casually on your ankle, thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin, while the other draped over his own thigh. As a professional soccer player, these rare off-days were sacred to him, no grueling training sessions, no pressure of matches, just the two of you in your shared apartment, wrapped in comfortable domesticity.

The movie had lost its grip on your attention long ago. Your eyes kept drifting down to the beautiful man nestled between your legs, his relaxed posture and the way his broad shoulders brushed against your inner thighs sending a quiet warmth through you. Your fingers, which had been idly resting on the couch cushion, moved of their own accord.

“Hyoma?” you murmured softly, voice barely audible over the film.

“Hmm?” He tilted his head back further, crimson eyes half-lidded with contentment as he looked up at you. A small, affectionate smile curved his lips.

“Can I play with your hair?”

He let out a low, velvety chuckle that vibrated pleasantly against your legs. “You never have to ask baby, of course.” He shifted slightly to give you even better access, his long hair pooling heavier in your lap. “It’s all yours.”

Your heart fluttered at his easy trust. Chigiri’s hair was his pride; flowing, eye-catching, a key part of his striking appearance on and off the field. Yet with you, he surrendered it completely. You slid your fingers into the thick, silky strands at his scalp, starting slow. The texture was heavenly: smooth, warm from his body heat, and impossibly soft. You began with gentle carding motions, then progressed to firm, massaging circles along his hairline, temples, and the base of his skull.

Chigiri hummed deeply in approval, his body melting further against the couch and your legs. “That feels so good,” he sighed, eyes fluttering closed. The tension from his athletic lifestyle seemed to drain away under your touch. “Keep going… please.”

Emboldened, you dug your fingertips deeper, nails lightly scraping in soothing patterns that made him shiver. You gathered a generous section of his crimson locks near the crown of his head, letting the strands glide through your fingers like liquid fire. Then, playfully, you wrapped them around your fist and gave a light, experimental tug.

A soft, breathy whimper escaped Chigiri’s lips: high, needy, and utterly unexpected.

The sound hung in the air between you. Both of you stilled. His eyes flew open wide, a deep flush blooming across his sharp cheekbones and down the elegant column of his neck. You felt the subtle tension ripple through his shoulders and back where they pressed against your legs. Then, unmistakably, you sensed him growing hard. The front of his gray sweatpants tented as his cock stirred and thickened, the heat of it radiating against the rug.

“Hyoma…?” you whispered, a thrill of arousal shooting through you.

He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I… wasn’t expecting that at all,” he admitted, voice strained and quieter than usual. His breathing had already hitched, growing slightly uneven. You could see the faint outline of his hardening length twitching against the fabric.

Heat pooled low in your belly. Ignoring the movie entirely now, you returned to massaging his scalp with deliberate intent. Your fingers twisted deeper into the luxurious red hair, and you tugged again—firmer this time, a steady pull that lifted his head slightly from its resting position.

Another whimper slipped out, louder and more desperate. Chigiri’s hands gripped your ankles tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he fought to stay composed. His breathing turned rougher, chest rising and falling more noticeably with each inhale. From your vantage point above him, you watched in fascination as his long lashes fluttered, those piercing crimson eyes rolling back slightly in waves of unexpected bliss. His hips shifted minutely on the floor, seeking friction that wasn’t there.

He had never realized how intensely he liked having his hair pulled.

You continued the teasing rhythm, matching the low pulse of the movie’s forgotten soundtrack. Long, sensual strokes through his mane followed by rhythmic tugs, some quick and sharp to elicit those pretty whimpers, others slow and prolonged, holding tension at the roots until he trembled. Each pull drew fresh, broken sounds from him: soft gasps melting into low, guttural groans he tried (and failed) to suppress. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, a few stray crimson strands sticking to his flushed skin. His cock was now fully hard, straining obscenely against his sweatpants and leaving a small, damp spot of precum.

“Baby… fuck,” he breathed, voice husky and wrecked. “That feels incredible. Don’t stop.”

You didn’t. Your own arousal built steadily, panties growing slick as you watched him unravel from such a simple act. You tugged harder, twisting the hair around your fist and pulling his head back firmly against your thighs. Chigiri moaned openly, eyes rolling back further, mouth parting on a silent cry of pleasure. His body arched beautifully, the lean muscles of his torso flexing under his black tank top.

By the time the credits rolled across the screen, Chigiri was a flushed, trembling wreck. His once-pristine hair was slightly tangled from your ministrations, lips swollen from where he’d bitten them, breathing ragged. He turned slowly on the floor, twisting to face you with dark, lust-blown eyes. The pretty blush on his face made him look almost ethereal.

“Bedroom,” he whispered, voice low and begging. “Right now.”

He rose fluidly, athletic grace evident even in his aroused state, and pulled you up with strong hands on your waist. His mouth crashed against yours in a hungry kiss the moment you stood, tongues sliding hotly as he backed you down the hallway. The bedroom door clicked shut, and clothes came off in a frantic blur. Your shirt was yanked over your head, his tank top discarded, sweatpants and underwear shoved down until you were both bare. Chigiri’s body was sculpted perfection; lean, powerful muscle from endless training, and his cock stood proud and heavy, flushed deep red at the tip and leaking steadily.

He lifted you onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. One hand stroked his thick length as he positioned himself at your soaked entrance. “I need you pulling my hair while I’m inside you,” he whispered desperately against your lips. “Please, baby.”

You sank your fingers deep into his crimson mane at the roots. As he pushed in, slow and deep, stretching you perfectly around his girth, you yanked hard.

Chigiri’s reaction was explosive. A broken, high-pitched cry tore from his throat. His head snapped back violently, the long red hair fanning out as his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. The overwhelming pleasure made his hips stutter. He thrust deep once, twice—burying himself to the hilt—and then he was cumming hard and prematurely. Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled deep inside you as his body shuddered violently, cock pulsing rhythmically with each wave. Whimpers continued to spill from his parted lips, his face a masterpiece of overwhelmed bliss.

“Shit- I’m sorry,” he panted moments later, collapsing partially over you, still buried deep and twitching with aftershocks. His face burned with a mix of embarrassment and lingering pleasure, forehead pressed to your shoulder. “Didn’t mean to finish that fast… your hands in my hair just hit something I didn’t even know about. It’s too good.”

You laughed breathlessly, stroking his back while gently tugging the strands to soothe him. “It was so fucking hot, Hyoma. Don’t apologize for a second.”

He stayed inside you for a long while, catching his breath and kissing your neck, breasts, and collarbone with reverent affection. Then, determination gleaming in his eyes, he slid down your body. Kisses trailed wetly between your breasts, over the soft curve of your stomach, until his face hovered over your dripping core. His own release was leaking out of you, but Chigiri didn’t hesitate. He glanced up at you, crimson eyes dark and hungry.

“Let me make it up to you.”

His tongue dragged slowly, filthily through your folds, savoring the mingled taste of both of you. He licked broad, languid stripes from your entrance to your clit, then sealed his lips around the sensitive bundle, sucking gently while two long fingers slid inside you, curling expertly against your g-spot. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he devoured you.

You moaned loudly, thighs clamping around his head. Your hands flew back into his hair, yanking him closer, using the long crimson locks like reins to guide his mouth exactly where you needed. Chigiri groaned deeply into your pussy, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. Each firm tug made him work harder—tongue flicking faster, fingers pumping deeper, his own hips grinding desperately against the mattress as he hardened again.

“Yes-! right there, Hyoma,” you gasped, twisting the strands tighter around your fist and pulling rhythmically. His eyes rolled back once more, lashes fluttering as waves of bliss washed over his flushed features. The sight of him, messy red hair gripped in your hands, pretty face buried between your thighs, completely lost in pleasuring you, was intoxicating.

He ate you out with devoted intensity, alternating between long licks and focused suction on your clit. Your orgasm built fast, coiling tight in your belly. You yanked harder, holding his face flush against you as it crashed over you. Your back arched off the bed, thighs trembling violently as you came with a loud cry, flooding his mouth and chin. Chigiri licked you through every pulsing wave, gentler now, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you sagged against the sheets.

He crawled back up, kissing you deeply so you could taste the mix of both of you on his tongue. His cock was rock hard again, pressing insistently against your thigh.

“Round two?” he murmured, nuzzling your neck, voice rough with need. “I’m already addicted to this.”

You grinned, fingers threading back into his tangled hair. “Good. I’m just getting started with you.”

The night stretched into a haze of heat, sweat, and discovery. Chigiri took you again on your back, this time with slower, deeper thrusts that let you feel every inch of him. You kept one hand buried in his hair the entire time, pulling in time with his movements. Each tug made his rhythm falter beautifully, hips snapping harder, moans turning high and needy. You wrapped the long strands around your fist, using them to arch his back while he drove into you, hitting that perfect spot repeatedly until another orgasm ripped through you, clenching tightly around his cock.

Later, you pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Sinking down onto his thick length, you took him to the hilt, moaning at the fullness. Chigiri’s hands gripped your hips, but his head fell back in ecstasy as you tugged his hair, forcing his gaze up to you. His eyes were glazed, mouth open in a constant stream of whimpers and praises. You rode him hard, bouncing and grinding while yanking his crimson locks like reins.

“Pull harder—please, baby,” he begged, voice breaking. “It feels so fucking good.”

You obliged, twisting and pulling firmly as you ground down. He came with a shattered shout, filling you once more, body convulsing beautifully beneath you.

Exhausted but insatiable, you shifted to spooning position. He entered you from behind, one arm wrapped around your waist as he thrust deep and grinding. You reached back constantly, keeping a hand fisted in his hair, tugging with every stroke. The position allowed intimate closeness and constant access to those sensitive strands. He whispered filthy, loving praises against your ear-“You’re so wet for me… love how you control me with my hair”-until you both tumbled over the edge again.

By the early morning hours, you were tangled together under the sheets, sweaty and thoroughly sated. Chigiri’s once-flawless crimson hair was a wild, tangled mess, but he wore it proudly, head resting on your chest as you played with the strands gently now.

You had just redyed your bangs black and pink with the leftover dye that Nina didn’t want to waste. You were waiting for Brian to get back from the mission he had been sent on, currently drying your hair. You had on one of Brian’s t-shirts, a miniskirt, stockings, and a face of makeup. There wasn’t any particular reason, you just got bored waiting for your hair to process, so you got dolled up, somewhat. You heard your phone buzz on the counter, and you glanced at it. Brian was on his way home, he had texted you. You sent him a thumbs up, your way of quickly telling him that you were busy with something and couldn’t immediately respond to him. Well, you could’ve, but you chose to keep drying your hair instead.

You didn’t hear Brian come in the front door, but you did hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. You continued drying your hair as Brian’s arms snake around your waist and he rests his head on your shoulder. “Did ya dye your hair again babe? Looks nice.” You smile and look over his shoulder. “Mhm!” He runs his fingers down his shirt to tug your miniskirt up a bit. You roll your eyes and turn your hairdryer off. “Really?” He chuckles, moving his hand to cup between your thighs. “C’mon doll, had a rough mission. Can’t a man enjoy his partner when he gets home all pent up and stressed?” You roll your eyes again and laugh. “And enjoying me is immediately tugging my skirt up?” “Nah, enjoying you’s laying my head on your shoulder and seeing you all pretty when I get home.” You chuckle again. “Mhm, so the touching is?” “Hoping you’ll let me go further than lookin.” “You wanna ruin my makeup.” “Real fuckin bad.” You turn and look at him, and he looks at you hungrily. “Please dolly?” You smile, and wrap your arms around his neck. “Why else would I put it on?” The smirk he gives you is dangerous as he throws you over his shoulder and carries you to your bedroom. You squeak when he picks you up and laugh, playfully smacking his back.

He puts you down on the bed and digs around in your shared closet to find his camera for these particular occasions. Once he finds it, he sees that you’ve already dropped down onto your knees at the foot of the bed, and he lets out a low groan. “Aren’t you just fuckin perfect?” You smile as he walks over to you, getting the camera working and ready. You press a kiss to the bulge in the denim before undoing the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down with your teeth, earning another low groan from his lips. He tangles his hand in your hair, watching you tug his jeans and boxers down. You press a kiss to the tip of his cock before running your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. He grunts, his breathing a little shaky. “Acting like a damn tease, aren’t we?” “Figured I’d give you a reason to ruin my makeup.” He chuckles, although it gets cut off by a strangled groan when you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and look up at him. He guides your head down slowly, trying to keep some composure, but the sweet way you look up at him and just listen to his guidance makes him really want to slam his cock down your throat and make those pretty eyes water. You choke a little the further down he guides you, and he wipes your eyes as they start to water. He doesn’t want your makeup ruined yet, he wants that to be later. Once he guides you down to the base of his cock, he lets out a shaky moan. You start bobbing your head up and down on your own, although he keeps you where he wants you for the most part. There’s a nice red lipstick ring around the base of his cock, which you very clearly enjoy. He watches you almost in awe, letting out low, breathy groans when his cock disappears down your throat. You hollow your cheeks, and his knees almost buckle. You’re a vision like this, it makes him almost lightheaded.

You feel him twitching in your mouth, and you pull off of his cock, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He strokes himself that last little bit, grunting as he cums on your face, trying to aim for your tongue but really just getting it everywhere. You laugh a little, swallowing the little bit he could aim and wiping some of it away from where it got kind of close to your eyes. “Fuck- ya did great dolly. Get up on the bed for me.” You giggle and nod, and he goes to set up the camera. When he turns, you’re up on the bed like he told you to be, skirt and panties off but still in those stockings and his shirt. The sight alone gets him hard all over again, and he’s quickly stripping down out of his shirt and jeans completely. Now with the work clothes off, he could properly unwind. The way you were looking at him, already laying on your stomach, waiting for him to yank your ass up in the air, it was enough to make any good man weak in the knees. He walked to the edge of the bed and crouched down so that you were still in view of the camera as he cupped your face and pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb. “You gonna be good for me doll?” Your smile widens as you giggle mischievously. “Not in the slightest.” That earns a chuckle from him as he pats your cheek. “Yeah, didn’t think so.” You watch him walk around and feel the bed sink as he climbs up. You giggle as he jerks your hips up, and you push them back down onto the bed. “Man, you’re really sticking true to that, yeah?” You nod, and he yanks your hips up again, this time pulling your entire body further back so that you can’t lay back down. You wiggle your hips, and he gives you a hard smack on the ass, making you yelp and then giggle some more.

“You’re just so damn bad at behaving, doll. Guess we need to fix that.” He presses your upper body further down against the mattress, letting your chin rest on a pillow so the camera can still see your pretty face. He pulls your ass to rest against him, letting his cock rest against you for a moment instead of pushing in. He runs his hand over your ass for a moment before smacking down hard enough that it caused his own palm to sting. You whimper and jolt at the impact, but he doesn’t let you get far. “You’re gonna count for me baby, and if you wanna act cute and stop, we’ll just start all over again. You don’t want that, do ya?” You shake your head no, and frown. You knew acting like a brat would cause this, but you always pouted when he actually put you in your place. It was cute. He smacked his hand down on the opposite asscheek this time, and you whimpered. “Two..” “Uh-uh, first one didn’t count.” “Wha- that’s not fair!” “Too bad. Want to restart already?” “No.. One.” He chuckles at your pouting and smacks your ass again. Each whimper and number you whine out just sends blood straight to his almost painfully hard cock as he watches your ass turn a pretty shade of red, your eyes already watering. He smacks his hand down for what you believe would be the last one. “T-Ten..!” You whimper out. “That’s it, I’m so proud baby. Such a good doll for me.” He smacks your ass one last time, and you whine loudly. “One for the road.” He tells you with a smirk, and you just pout.

You don’t get too much time to start to act up again before he’s slowly pushing his cock inside of you. You yelp and try to bury your face but he grabs your hair and pulls your face back up. “Uh-uh, look at the camera doll, don’t run off now.” You whine and do as you’re told, your eyes watering and starting to grow dazed as he slowly bottoms out. His free hand moves to hold your face, pushing his fingers into your mouth, to which you immediately begin sucking on them. “There you go, try to stay a little quieter for me, pretty. Don’t wanna wake up the whole neighborhood, do we?” He laughs when you shake your head no, and he begins moving, enjoying how you immediately whine and wiggle your hips back against him. “That’s it baby, ya like that? That nice?” You nod, your eyes growing hazy and unfocused as he begins to thrust into you, your reddened ass smacking against his hips. You’re still sucking his fingers, but not like you were before. Saliva drips down your chin, your lipstick all smudged, and mascara running down your cheeks. He loves how your back arches for him, watching you twitch and jolt each time he slams back in. “Doing so fucking well for me baby, so fucking well.” He groans out, fucking into you harder to make those pretty tears stream faster. You feel yourself getting close, and you whine around his fingers. He knows what you want, but he has to tease you first. “I don’t know, baby, have you been good enough to cum?” You whimper loudly, your feet kicking up a little as you pout at the implication that he won’t let you cum. “Alright, alright, calm down dolly, you can cum. Come on, let go for me.” You whimper loudly around his fingers as you cum, and he laughs. “What a fucking mess darlin, you really needed me huh?” You huff around his fingers, your eyes half lidded. He grunts and picks up the pace a bit as he finally reaches his own orgasm, cumming inside of you. Once he comes down from his high, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and pats your cheek condescendingly. Then, he pulls out as slow as he possibly can just to hear your pretty whines. “Awww, what’s the matter darlin? All sensitive now?” He chuckles and pats your hip as he finally pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you. He gets up and grabs the camera, cupping your face to get a good look at your ruined makeup and the cum still on your face before getting his cum dripping out of you. Then, he shuts the camera off and helps you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up. He wipes your face off carefully, taking your makeup off and getting you changed into pajamas.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jack would still have plenty of energy, so he’s probably talking your ear off about how good it was, how well you did, offering to fix you food or water, run you a bath, etc. He sees what you two just did as an honor, meaning he needs to prove he was worth your time, and you didn’t make a mistake choosing him to share this moment with.

B = Body part (favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His favorite part of himself would probably be his arms, but his favorite part of you is your lips. He’s just a sucker for kissing you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He doesn’t really care much about his own cum. He cums where you tell him you want him to. When it comes to yours, however, he’s obsessed, wanting to feel you cum, taste you, just drain you completely.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He watched you for the longest time before actually getting with you, and he especially loved watching you masturbate. He took pictures at the time, and they’re hidden in his circus tent.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?)

He had never actually done anything with anyone before, but he had entered quite a few sex dreams of parents before, so he knew his stuff before doing anything with you. He had even entered several of yours, purposely directing your dream to be a sex dream so he could see what you liked.

F = Favourite position (self explanatory)

Missionary, he wants to see you get flustered, wants to look you in the eyes when you moan his name. He likes seeing how much he affects you.

G = Goofy (how serious they are in bed)

He’s a clown, he’s pretty damn goofy, but you’re not coherent enough to understand half of his jokes. He’s mainly cutting up with himself about halfway through. The only exception to this is if you specifically ask for a more serious time, like if you two fought and you want to take the time to reassure one another that you’re there and love each other.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? do the carpets match the drapes?)

So, this is kind of a tricky question. He’s essentially a sentient children’s toy, so he can’t really grow hair in a traditional sense. That being said, he may be able to alter himself to have a happy trail or hair if you want him to.

I = Intimacy (how are they in the moment and what is the romantic aspect like?)

Despite how silly or playful he is, he makes sure you understand that he loves you. He says he loves you constantly, even outside of the bedroom, but if you two are intimate, he practically says it after every sentence. This is especially true if his partner is insecure or voiced any insecurities recently. He’ll make you repeat back to him that he loves you, that you’re loved, that you’re perfect, until you’ve said it so much, you barely know what you’re saying.

J = Jack off (how often they jack off ?)

He doesn’t really jack off much, only every so often if you want to watch him. He doesn’t have the same urges that humans do, so he doesn’t necessarily feel the need to masturbate.

K = Kinks (what kinks do they have?)

He has a few, his biggest being eating off of one another, especially anything sweet. He likes it when you praise him, or when you tell him what to do. He likes directions, until he gets worked up or upset, then he likes the control back.

L = Location (their favourite place to do the deed)

Probably his circus tent, on stage. He wouldn’t fuck you in front of an audience, unless you were okay with that, but he still likes the idea of you two being the star of the show, getting to show off his partner and how attractive they are.

M = Motivation (what gets them going?)

You in control or desperate for him. The moment you tell him you need him, he’s foaming at the mouth.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

He won’t hurt you, he doesn’t want to give you any reason to be afraid of him. He’s so used to everyone around him cowering in fear, he never wants you to respond like that.

O = Oral (giving or receiving)

He appreciates the offer, but he’s much happier giving than receiving. You have to be careful giving him the okay to go down on you, he won’t stop until you’re borderline crying and pushing his head away. If you’re not so overstimulated you can barely stand his breath against you, you’re not properly pleased.

P = Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc…)

He’s probably somewhere in between. He can get fast and rough if he wants, but he’s not really a rough kind of partner. He much prefers an in between pace, where he’s not pounding you into the bed, but he’s not going too slow and soft either.

Q = Quickies (their opinions on quickies and how often they do them)

He doesn’t mind them if you like them! Really, he only cares about them if you do.

R = Risk (are they down to experiment?)

He’ll do basically anything you tell him. You want him to fuck you in the middle of the mansion in front of everyone? He’s already came up with a lie to get everyone downstairs to see you. He just wouldn’t be down for bathroom play or anything of that sort. Pretty much anything else could be on the table.

S = Stamina (how long can they go for? how many rounds?)

He doesn’t get tired, he physically can’t, so he can go as long as you can stand it, and then some. He just relies on you to tell him when you’re done.

T = Toys (do they own any toys? do they use them or their partner or themselves?)

He probably wouldn’t own any toys himself, but he’ll use whatever you ask. I don’t see him as ever being opposed to any toys. If you had a closet full of nothing but sex toys, he’d use every single one of them on you or himself if you asked. After all, who doesn’t like a helping hand every once in a while?

U = Unfairness (how much they like to tease)

He only teases if you’ve given him a reason to. He usually does everything at the drop of a hat, but if you act like a bitch all day, pretend to flirt with other people, or anything really to provoke him, he suddenly becomes a lot meaner than you’d ever expect from him. He’ll spend HOURS just barely teasing you and making fun of how aroused you get from it.

V = Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

He’s definitely loud, but not necessarily in the way you think. He just has a loud voice in general, so when he speaks, it echoes pretty loud. As for his actual noises, they’re relatively quiet. He’ll let out breathy whimpers and moans, but they’re more in his chest and low, compared to his high pitched and chipper voice.

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

He encourages you to bite him so he can show it off. If you bite him, leave hickeys, or scratch his back up, he’s bragging about it for weeks. He loves you leaving marks on him, it makes him feel closer to a human being like you.

X = X-ray (what’s under those clothes?)

I genuinely think he can just decide what his cock looks like. He’s a toy, in a sense. He probably just customizes his dick to look like whatever he (really, you) wants it to. His skin isn’t just pale, he’s actually white, and the pattern that’s on his nose is on other places too. Use your imagination.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s not really that high. He sort of feels it when you feel it. He doesn’t necessarily have as much a sex drive as he does just excitement to take care of you.

Z = Zzz (how fast they fall asleep after sex)