nothing risque, nothing gained

"Vampire Fairy Demon"

satoru gojo x dom!gn!reader — mdni, pegging, strap is referred to as ‘cock’ a couple times

enamored and grinning, you say, “i should make you my little porn star.”

you love the way satoru looks with a cheek pressed against the pillow, back arched from how his ass is perfectly presented to you as though he were a practiced adult star. he certainly has the potential for such a thing…

you’ll make a mental note of it for later.

he’s already lubed and slick and stretched around the girth of your fake cock, hands tied behind his back, and ass a little pink from all the previous handling, but it’ll be red if you end up up deciding that it’s deserved.

“it’s ‘cause i’m irresistible, right?”

he’s smug when he says it and you swear you can see him perk his backside up just a little bit more, eager to display his talent for being filled so beautifully. or maybe it’s just so he can try forcing you the slightest bit deeper, which should be impossible given that you’ve pushed every last inch of silicone inside him by this point.

“sure, something like that,” you reply, smoothing a hand down his spine and watching as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth. he’s fucking filthy, and you want to ream him.

a cocky smirk quickly returns to decorate his face as if he isn’t trying to cover up the beads of sweat on his forehead from the fact that he’s stuffed full and clenching on your cock. “c’mon, thought you said you were gonna ‘rail me into oblivion.’” his tone is rather challenging as he quotes your earlier words back to you and he uses the goading to cover up his own desperation to get pounded, but of course you see right through his ruse.

“aww, mr. irresistible, are we getting impatient?” you mock with an exaggerated pout, refusing to move an inch should it possibly satisfy his most obvious craving. you always have to play with your food first, and he should know that by now; but maybe that’s why he does it anyway—because he likes to be played with a little bit extra. “if that’s the case, maybe i should just make you warm my cock instead.”

satoru doesn’t respond, but you can see his eyes go glassy and the muscles in his arms flex, perhaps to keep himself from giving in to the urge to flex the tight ring of his hole instead. he can feel you so deep, but you’re not moving and he really does just want you to fucking wreck him already—

you roll your hips your hips just once, slowly but thoroughly pushing forward into that sweet spot and making him sigh into a wanton moan. he’s starting to look fucked-out already.

leaning down, you press him into the mattress with your body until he can feel your breath against his ear when you chuckle.

“nah, i’m gonna wreck this fucking hole,” you declare with a sultry resonance, and your thumb glides across his lips until satoru sucks it into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed while his cock leaks against the sheets. “and you’re gonna thank me for it, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

a little dumb, he hums and nods in a agreement, and then you’re shoving him into the pillow with a hand to the back of his neck and giving him exactly what he wants—an empty head and a stretched, abused hole to go along with it.