#femjo

Some of them would show their scars – long cuts from knives and bullets that grazed their necks when husbands of those young girls suddenly came back home.

The prostitutes loved listening to those frivolous, lighthearted stories with deep longing coiling in their eyes. As most of them, including you, were simply poor women whose families found themselves in nasty money problems.

And what was the best way to pay the debt without a sweat?

Sell a daughter, of course!

Four years have passed since you found yourself here, with a body used by countless men every day and eyes losing their young, girlish shimmer. There was no telling when you would leave this place, or whether you would at all, as women of your sort were often taken from the sweetness of those filthy walls either dead or crippled.

The gentle knock on the doors pulled you out of dreadful thoughts before they opened with a soft creak.

Madam's old face slipped inside. "My dear, a special client for you," she murmured, and you knew another outlaw had visited the establishment.

A low sigh escaped your lips, and you nodded before walking out of the room. It was too dangerous to keep them in your regular bedrooms, so you followed Madam to the attic, where darkness spilt through the covered windows and only a few small rooms lay hidden behind the old walls.

Your fingers curled tighter around the small lamp as she opened one of the doors with a nasty creak. But before you could enter, her hand grabbed your arm.

"This one is… special. They paid quite a large sum to see you, and, well," something in her eyes glimmered, as if the nature of your client made her a little awkward. "Take good care of them. You've never worked with someone like that, but… well, you're a woman yourself."

And so she pushed you inside, before closing the door back.

The full moon bathed the room in cold kisses, and a few short candles gave it a cosy atmosphere. Heavy, crimson materials draped the walls and the bed, which stood lonely near the wall.

But the moment you entered, your eyes fell immediately on him.

Or… her?

Slim back was covered by a flannel shirt, long sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Lean legs dressed in old jeans, with classic, leather shoes wrapping her calves.

The brown hat lay on the small desk, and you could see the short white hair shimmering like cream in the pale moonlight. At first, she stood facing away from you, but when her eyes finally met yours… heavens.

Your lips fell slightly open as you saw the crystal-blue orbits, with a cheeky, warm smile curving her cherry cheeks.

She was oh so beautiful, with milky skin and the most lovely, sharp face you've ever seen. Multiple scars slashed her face, crossing her cheeks, chin, and lips, with a long, nasty one going right through her right eye. Something cheeky danced in her gaze as she scanned your frozen body from head to toe. Dressed in a loose-fitting white gown without a corset, to allow easier access for the client's sticky fingers.

But her fingers looked clean, kind, and gentle, and thus a sudden warmth spread across your cheeks at the thought of spending the night with her.

"You don't look scared, dove," a low voice filled the small space, as she leaned over the window. "Used to outlaws coming and going?"

You coughed faintly, leaving the lamp on the drawer. Two clean glasses and a half-empty bottle of whisky were already there. You took the nasty liquid and poured it with trembling hands.

"Well, our place is one of the few hideaways for people of your sort. Although…" you looked back at her, noticing the same cheekiness coiling in her gaze. "I've never met with a woman."

She pushed away from the window frame, slowly coming your way. Heavy leather boots clicked on the wooden floor, and only now did you notice how tall she was.

Tall and rather muscular, and if not for the face of a true sweetie and breasts bulging beneath the flannel, you would surely take her for a man.

"Do you mind?" she asked, taking a glass of whisky from your hand.

The crystal cups clinked in silence, and you took a small sip, not taking your eyes off her face. "I don't. I've never been with a woman, but I'm a quick learner."

Her blue eyes narrowed, lips curling with a hum. "Madam said you're the best dove here," she whispered, lifting her hand to curl a soft strand of your hair around her finger.

You could feel the warmth beaming off her chest. The fragrance of bonfire smoke, sweat and something sugary. Wrapping around your heart, filling it with something balmy and pleasurable, making your heart leap a little faster.

You've never taken clients' compliments seriously. They were sweet, yes, sometimes even rather filthy, and those you usually ignored with a smile, but with her, it was different.

In a way, she looked at you – with gentleness, patience, something warm and yet lined with hunger. When her finger brushed your cheeks, you shivered.

"Are you nervous?" she cooed slyly, sending another wave of heat down your spine. "We don't have to do it."

You shook your head, nuzzling into her hand. "That's what you paid for. How can we not?"

"I don't mind. Spending time in your presence is enough," her words carried sincerity, and something in your gut told you she really wouldn't mind paying solely for your company. But you… you were curious.

And when her thumb brushed your lower lip, you gladly wrapped your lips around it, sucking gently as your warm tongue slid down her long digit and along your cheeks. She hummed lowly, and her crystal eyes shimmered as she looked at the way you glanced at her from below, with the sweetest doe eyes and cherry lips sucking on her lone finger.

You pulled back with a pop. "I want to," you rolled, nuzzling into her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours. "But you need to teach me how."

She chuckled, stepping closer. Crystal eyes flicked between the open cleavage of your flimsy dress, with breasts spilling over the white lace, and the eyes, shining like the evening's moon. Round and pleading, with the sweetest innocence she had ever seen in a whore.

There was angelic loveliness in your hearty face, and yet she knew that casting wicked, love-spells must've been your speciality.

Especially with people like her – yearning for the warmth and delicate touch of a woman after months on the road.

"I thought you were supposed to do the job, dove," she brushed away a few stray locks of your hair before cupping your face. "But if you want me to take the lead, I will gladly serve you. My lady."

A second later, with a gentle flicker of a candle, her lips crashed against yours. In a gentle, sweet, yet ravishing kiss as she curled her arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrapped yours around her neck, forcing her to lean down, and closing your lips again, and again, and again, as her tongue smooched the inside of your mouth and throat, drinking in your soft moans.

You could feel her scars bulging under your tongue when you licked her lower lip with a faint moan.

She tasted of whisky and sugar, and maybe it was the first time you truly enjoyed the kiss. It was nasty in its own pleasurable way, making your thighs clench with warmth and breath hitch.

You started walking her back towards the bed until the backs of her knees hit the edge; she sat down. Your hips quickly climbed over hers, rolling the dress up until the thin gown folded around your hips. Long, lacy knee socks wrapped your legs, and she moaned as the fat of your thighs spilled over the flimsy material.

"I can't believe some nasty bastard could have this," she groaned, cupping the swell of your ass. Her long fingers dug deeper, squeezing the skin and rolling your hips against her. "How many clients do you have every night, hm? One, two? I paid for two full days in advance, so no one else will touch you."

You cried as her lips slipped down your chin and neck, licking it gently and sucking on the delicate skin of your throat.

"Mmm–"

"Satoru," she whispered, before placing another kiss under your jaw. "Call me Satoru, dove."

And then, as if a bucket of cold water had run down your cheeks, it finally flickered.

The posters, glued all over the town, with those milky strands peeking from every corner, eyes hidden behind a brown hat.

Gojo Satoru.

The first and most famous female outlaw, wanted for multiple train robberies, bootlegging, gunfights, and, most of all, for the massive accumulation of gold.

It was difficult to tell whether she truly was as rich as everyone said, but the way her fingers gripped you with unwavering confidence, and eyes drank in the softness of your face, told you that she indeed was someone.

She chuckled, sensing a shiver run down your spine. "So you've heard of me, my lady?"

Her fingers tug at the flimsy material covering your breast, and with a single move, it slipped off your arms.

A low, "Fuck," rolled, when she wrapped her lips around your perked nipple. Another hand squeezed the other tit, rolling the hardened bud between her fingers. "Unfortunately, there's nothing to get drunk on," she smiled, looking up from a curtain of long lashes.

"Ah–Satoru, mmmm," you cried, feeling the warmth of her mouth spilling around your breasts. "There's s-still whisky if you want."

She chuckled, biting gently on your nipple till your back arched. "My lady, I wasn't talking about the whisky."

A quiet oh slipped past your lips when you understood. Her hand pulled you closer, letting her face dive into your soft breasts. Warm tongue curled, lapped, and tickled your swollen buds as she moved between them, letting out low pops and groans.

For the first time in your life, you truly started taking pleasure from such intimacy. Your hips rolled against her as if seeking some kind of traction that would let your squeezing cunt spill its sweet juices. Flimsy panties were completely drenched, sticking to your swollen folds.

You didn't know whether to focus on her heavy gaze pinning you down to her thighs or lips sucking on the plush breasts. With low moans and squeezes of your fat, as you tried to push yourself into her mouth.

"S-Satoru," you whispered shyly, trying to push her onto the bed. "Let me take care of you. I should be the one doing it."

But instead of letting her back hit the mattress, she quickly curled your arms around your waist and changed position. Letting your hair spill all over the soft bedding and thighs spread wide open.

"I paid quite a hefty sum, my Lady. Why won't you let me do what I want, hm?" Her thumb traced the drenched material of your panties, pushing the swollen clit through the lace, before rolling them off your trembling thighs. "Fuck, my lady. Are you always this wet?"

"N-no, I've never-ah!," a sweet cry slipped out, when her fingers spread your folds. "I've never felt anything like that."

Crystal eyes flickered to your teary face. "Never?"

You shook your head. "No, I've never taken any pleasure from sex."

And it seemed that your words must have snapped something inside her mind. As a low my god rolled past her lips, and she quickly started undressing herself. The flannel shirt revealed reddened breasts with rosy, hard nipples and multiple scars decorating her chest, belly, and shoulders.

When the trousers slipped down the long legs, you noticed another slash, and your heart squeezed in pain upon seeing how much she truly had to suffer.

And yet, a wicked smile curved her lips as she saw your big, pleading eyes fixed on her heavy, milky breasts.

"Are you okay, dove?" she asked, jumping off her jeans before rolling down the flimsy panties too.

Oh, you were not okay.

In fact, you were rather anything but okay, with thighs still spread wide open, breasts spilling from the tight robes, cheeks smooched with cherries and a lovely gaze looking down at her pussy. You bit down on your lower lip as she moved closer, joining you on a bed.

The white dress slipped off your body, leaving you bare and breathless beneath Satoru's silky fingers.

"So beautiful," she whispered, leaning in to kiss your fallen lips. "The most beautiful dove I have ever seen."

Her lips travelled down your chin, neck, breasts, wrapping around your perked buds again before kissing your plush belly. She bit down on a little roll, making you squirm under her cheeky fingers, spreading your thighs open.

Folded in half, you tried to look down at how dangerously close she was to your leaking cunt. With lips kissing the mound, before slowly, slowly, finally, curling around your clit. Her tongue plastered itself to your cunt, giving her a long, nasty lick.

And it was… dear heavens.

Maddening, mind-clouding, pushing out a high-pitched moan from your lungs, as if you had kept it there for the past two decades. Her soft strands tickled your thighs, and she looked absolutely mesmerising – with her chin already drenched in your juices and forehead creased with pleasure.

As if lapping around your folds and slurping on sugary cum was enough to give her pleasure.

"My lady, fuck, you're so delicious," she moaned straight into your cunt, sending a trembling wave right into your clit. "If the sheriff were to come in right this second, he would not be able to pull me away from this sweetness."

Your cheeks burned upon hearing filth slipping past her lips, but you were too weak to say anything. With mind clouded by pleasure and back arching off the mattress, upon feeling her lips sucking on your clit and tongue gathering the sticky cum.

When a single finger slipped in, you cried miserably, finally lifting yourself onto your shoulders. From this perspective, the view of her creamy, arched back and the swell of her ass was even better.

Starving moans escaping her throat filled the bedroom, as she scooped a hefty cum from your walls and drank it madly. Your swollen clit was ready to burst any second – bending, crying, burning under her tongue.

"S-Satoru, mhmm, so g-good," you moaned, rolling your hips against her plastered tongue. Moving with desperate, aggressive urgency, gripping her hair and pulling her even closer. Although closer was indeed not possible, as Satoru was already nose-deep between your folds. "Breath, oh God, Satoru–ahhh!"

She pulled away with a faint pop, before a second finger slipped in. "My lady, suffocate me with your thighs, I don't care," she mewled, eyes completely lost. As if the sweetness of your cunt truly made her drunk! "Ride my face, dove, come on," she wrapped her lips around your clit, before you started rolling your hips again.

And only then have you noticed that Satoru's second finger travelled down, down her body, right into her leaking cunt. She pinched her clit while wrapping lips around yours, as if trying to synchronise the pleasure washing over both of your spines. A hefty pool of cum was dripping down the bedding, and you whimpered miserably, seeing a waste of such sweetness.

"Let me taste you," rolled quietly, and she looked up. "I want to taste you too."

She chuckled before lifting drenched hand up to your lips. Her long fingers were glued with strings of silky cum, stretching between the slim digits, and when you wrapped your lips around one, another wave of pleasure tickled your skin.

Honeyed delicacy spilt on your tongue, and a cry rolled again, feeling the sudden warmth pooling in your lower belly. "Satoru–mhmm–let me, ahh, let me eat you out."

"Next time, dove," she murmured, before pulling away. Two fingers still abused the soft spot inside you with brutal tenderness. She knew how to drive you over the edge and still caress your body with gentleness. "I have a better idea."

When her fingers suddenly pulled out of your soft walls, a lovely pout twisted your lips. She chuckled, leaning in to give you a short, sweet kiss. "Don't worry, my lady. I think you'll like it."

And before you noticed it, her milky thigh slipped over yours, pushing you into a rather weird yet oh so nasty position. With her drenched pussy glued to yours, letting your juices mix. A little, sweet clit perked from between her folds, and you reached to roll her gently between your fingers.

"Ahh! My lady–" Satoru sighed, allowing you to do it again.

And again, again, till she herself started to wave her hips and seek the friction of your soft pads. The loveliest moans slipped past her lips, and thus, you could finally cherish the crease of her forehead and the beads of sweat coating her bouncing breasts.

But then she pulled your hand away, letting your folds connect once again. Your swollen, trembling clits brushed against each other, and both of you moaned before she started moving.

In harsh, mean rolls, filling the room with filthy squelches and smearing your cunt in her juices. Her sticky, sweet nectar dripped down your folds, clit, before slipping warmly into your tightening hole. You always detested clients who wished to fuck you raw, and yet your spine tingled and the feeling of her warm cum filling your hole,

She spread your legs even wider, allowing herself to sit on your pussy with a full weight, till not even a finger could slip past your connected folds.

Her hardened clit smooched yours in harsh, slippery friction, making your mind spill and toes curl in maddened pleasure. The wetness coiling in your lower belly was dangerously close to spilling, and when she reached towards your nipples, your back arched.

"Satoru, mhmm, I'm s-so–" slipped drunkenly. "Feel so good, s-so–ah–good."

She chuckled, but you've noticed how close she was too. With lips fallen open and gaze fixed on your hearty face, haunted by pleasure. Crystal eyes shimmered, and she would not lie, saying that the pleasure taken from seeing your teary face was already enough to push her over the edge!

"I'll pay for you," she suddenly muttered, rolling her hips even faster. Her clit rubbed against yours, sticky juices coated your cunt with hers, and this feeling alone was loosening the knot in your belly. "I'll pay for your freedom, so fuck, run away with me. I have a small farmhouse, down south. We can, ahhh, live there in peace. No one will find us."

You felt too fucked to truly understand her words, but your heart swelled with hope nonetheless. She wasn't the only client who promised such dreams, but the first to state them with such seriousness.

With this haunting look in her eyes, taking you in like the most precious treasure. With her fingers caressing your skin so tenderly, as if handling something of utmost delicacy, and her lips peppering your skin with the most loving kisses.

And so when her finger slipped down your pussy and pushed your clit for the one last time, you cried pitifully, gushing all over her cunt. Her breath hitched, and a sweet, low moan slipped past her lips, before you felt the wetness of her cum spurring all over yours.

It was messy, raw, with her squirting mixing with yours and heavy breaths fogging the small room bathed in candle-warmth.

The pleasure coiled beneath your skin, biting raw into your feverish flesh. When she leaned down to kiss you, something in your mind forced you to say, "Yes."

As the truth was that even if at risk, the vision of running away with this woman made your heart beat in an unfamiliar rhythm.

She kissed you again, and again, whispering softly let's run, together, I promise to treat you kindly, while her juices were still mixing with yours, and hips rolled slowly. Your fingers wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer as if wishing to hide beneath her skin.

The closeness you shared simply wasn't enough.

And so the next two days you've spent rolling in bed, with your lips between her folds and hers on yours. Sometimes she would push you into the most extravagant position, force you to ride her fingers like a true cowgirl while sucking sweetly on your bouncing tits.

You laughed and talked, inside the small room that counted days of her departure and of your freedom. She told you more about the promised farmhouse – the animals, warm garden, sunsets spreading over the porch, smooching the sky in crimson hues. About all the bank robberies and the times she almost got caught, tracing softly all the scars coating her body and telling the story of each. About her dear friends and all the gold she has gathered, as if still trying to convince you that life with her will be good.

But you didn't need to be convinced, as the single look into her loving eyes was enough.

And so, on the third day, you woke without her by your side. The bed was frozen cold, even though the summer couldn't be any warmer.

Your heart leaped into your throat at the sight of her things being gone. The hat, the flannel shirt, and the small bag she had brought with her.

A panic rose in your chest as you looked around the tiny room. In search of something, anything, just to make sure that she, in fact, hadn't left you here.

In a place where you would surely die.

After a moment, something white has caught your attention. A neat, creamy sheet of paper, lying folded on the bedside of an old wooden drawer.

You took it with shaking fingers before finally releasing a deep, teary sigh.

Everything is settled, dove. Meet me tonight at midnight behind the back door. Don't bring much. My heart needs only you.

Yours, Satoru

And thus the promise of evenings filled with orange sunset hues and hours spent peacefully on a porch suddenly became sharper.

As your young, fair heart needed nothing, no one, but a woman who spent half her stolen fortune to set her dove free.

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I'm ready to spend eternity with my wife... thank you Luci for creating the event, I had so much fun writing it! <3

"You…wanna help me with my porn? By fucking me on camera?" you carefully ask, making sure that you're not hallucinating or you didn't mishear her.

Your man's twin sibling rolls her blue eyes at you as if what you just said was so utterly stupid. "No, ya dummy! Weren’t you even listenin’ to me? I said I’d record your video for your horn-dog fans since my stupid ass brother won’t."

She stands over you with her iPhone while you sit on her bed covered in a hot pink comforter, very confused and very naked under your pink robe. "You're gonna help me record...with that?" You point at the very thick 9 1/2-inch dildo sitting at the foot of the bed.

She nods, grinning those perfectly white teeth at you, like this plan isn't totally fucking insane. "Yeah! Don’t worry, I’ll just act like I'm fucking you and never go inside…without your permission. If ya want me to fuck you with it, I can—"

"No, no, are you crazy?!" you scoff, tightening the rope around your body. "That’s called cheating, Suki ! I’m dating your twin brother!"

Suki Gojo, who has always been able to get whatever she wanted with one flip of her long, white hair and bat of her blue eyes, gives you a sour face. "Duh. I know that, dummy. But if you want it to seem real, I’m just sayin’—"

"Stop talking. It’s bad enough you even came in Satoru's bedroom while I was about to record. So embarrassing."

Once Satoru, your longtime boyfriend, had left to go to class and left you to your own devices as he usually did since he gave you a key to his place, you figured that you'd stay and record a custom paid video for your page since you didn't feel like going back to your dorm to do it.

Now you're glad you didn't because Suki's set-up is a lot better than yours: special lights to turn the room shades of pink, red, and purple; stuffed animals set up on the bed; a tripod facing a backdrop where she takes her sexy photos for her fans, her many wigs and costumes seen hanging up on hooks.

You're just not overjoyed that she decided to walk in on you while you were in Satoru's bedroom about to play with one of your trusty dildos for the video, your legs spread in front of your phone sat against the pillows. "Oh, would you pipe down with that?" she tuts. "I’ve seen pussy before, silly! And you’re talkin’ to a pro OF girl."

She gives you a wink that you pretend doesn't make her stomach flip flop. Suki's attractiveness is a thorn in your side, but it's a given since she's a Gojo. Her and Satoru are by far the finest people on your university's campus, but total opposites. While Suki is out-going and the life of the party (and quite the girl to get around), Satoru is quite, reserved, and extremely nerdy.

Suki has tried to hook you before with her pretty smile and flirty talk, but in the end, Satoru was the one to charm you. But that doesn't mean Suki has stopped her flirting. She hasn't tried anything with you, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about your boyfriend's sister.

"It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that I’m dating your brother," you firmly say, scowling up at her. Suki sighs, crossing her arms over her chest, squishing her tits together. "Oh, yes…my brother who won’t fuck his pretty cam girl GF on camera for her followers and help her rack up more money. No support."

"That’s not true! Satoru is VERY supportive of my camming business!" you protest. But even as you say it, deep down, you don't feel like it's quite true. Especially lately.

Ever since you revealed to your boyfriend your camgirl side hustle on top of your main job at a cafè where you two met, Satoru has shown to be an accepting boyfriend. He even lets you record in his room when he isn't here, turned on by the idea of you playing with yourself in his bed.

Satoru has proven himself to be a freak underneath the glasses and smart talk which is why you figured recording your custom video with him wouldn't be too farfetched. He's always loved that freaky shit, including watching your videos, so he wouldn't be too disturbed by helping you record a video of you getting fucked on his fat dick without showing his face, right?

Turns out he was. "I-I don’t know about this, Y/N. I mean, everyone would see my penis!"

He sat beside you on the edge of his bed, shirtless and in his Spiderman boxers. You sat next to him in your hot red bikini, smelling of suntan oil and sunscreen. Suki invited you over for a dip in the pool, but while she lounged outside, you took that advantage to sneak away with Satoru for some "fun".

"Only people who can afford to pay for the video. You’ve fucked me on camera before, haven’t you?" Satoru blushed at the mention of the many times you've recorded you two fucking on his phone, but only for his private file.

"Yeah, but those are private! I never posted them! Not to mention that you’re doing this for a bunch of guys." He scowled behind his glasses at the idea.

"Not true," you argued, "I’ve got female fans too and they wanna see you fuck me too!" Your fans are all aware that you are taken, but many of them are so fucking freaky that they love the idea of Satoru fucking you on camera for them. It hasn't happened in a livestream (yet), but you figured a video couldn't hurt.

Plus, it would finally help you possibly break into the top five list of cam girls. The way you've been trying to do for months now!

But judging by Satoru's disturbed expression and discomfort, you knew that wasn't going to happen. "I just…I don’t like the idea. Can’t we just make love like normal?"

Now it was your turn to give him a scowl. "When? How? We haven’t had sex in weeks! Not since you started taking more classes." Though it was the fun, Satoru has started taking classes to get a headstart on credits for next year on top of his paid internship at a science lab.

Your man is a very busy bee and though you're happy for him, you're not exactly ecstastic that his plans have cost you your sex life. He turned to you then, looking irritated behind his glasses. "And you think fucking on camera is gonna help with that?"

You ignored the edge in his tone and the sting in your chest. "I think we need to find some solutions to keep the sex between us. You said yourself that you like the idea of people watching us fuck!”

But your boyfriend shook his head, standing up and pulling on his pants before you could wrap your arms around him like you wanted to. It stung even worse. “I just...can’t. It’s too weird for me. I’m not a cam boy.” He turned to you as he pulled on his Talk Nerdy To Me shirt. “I gotta go to class soon. Be here when I get back?”

You didn't even reply; just gave him a nod and pulled your robe on while you sat there, trying not to simmer with irritation or cry. But it was quite hard. When Satoru finally left, you took matters into your own hands and set up your phone to record.

You took off your robe, stripped off your bikini, and got your 6-inch dildo out that you planned to use with your boyfriend for foreplay. Now that that plan went down the fucking drain, you pressed record and used it on yourself, teasing your body with the toy and some coconut oil to make your skin nice, slick, and shiny.

You moaned as you teased yourself, the feeling of the toy gliding against your skin. You were just gliding it down between your thighs as your eyes fluttered shut, still hyper aware of you being on video...but not being watched.

You just barely had the you against your pussy before you were rudely interrupted. “My, what a performance! You sounded so sexy, babe.”

You opened your eyes and stared into blue ones by the door. Suki stood there, arms crossed and smirking in her bikini and sunglasses. “Jesus, Suki!" you shrieked, tossing the toy away and closing your robe. "W-What are you doing?!”

Suki smirked, stepping into her brother's room without being invted in. “I was worried you were sick or somethin’ Makin’ all that noise. Now I see that I was wrong.” She took off her shades and her blue eyes rolled over your body, making you feel hot enough to need a cool dip in the pool. “I heard everything. If he won’t help you make your video, I’d be more than happy to take his place.”

You blinked at her, sure that you misheard her, but her suggestive, glossy smirk said otherwise. “W-What?! What the fuck are you talking about?!”

Suki snorted, hanging her shades off of her cut-off shorts. “Relaaaax, cutie! I meant helping you film! You’ve got the top OF girl in the business lookin’ right atcha! So why the hell not?”

And Suki was right: she is the top OnlyFans model on the site. Having been doing it for six years, Suki Gojo has proven to be the apple of all of the horny community's eye with her long, flowing hair, perfectly toned body, sexy moans, and cocky yet sexy personality.

So you agreed to take her 'offer', leading to being in her bedroom now while your boyfriend is out of the house. But all you want is for her to help you with your content. NOTHING MORE. “All I want is to get in the top five," you firmly tell her. "If you’re gonna talk bad about my boyfriend and not help me out, I'll just leave."

You size her up with a steely stare while she stares back, looking taken aback at your seriousness. “Jeez, fine. You’re lucky you’re hot when you get all feisty.” She smirks as you pick up the 9-inch dildo that she convinced you to use.

You try not to think about her using it on herself while you hold it, gulping hard at its thickness. You're sure she's also used it on her collab partners, having seen a few videos of her fucking pretty girls into the bed with her strap...accidentally, of course.

Suki takes her phone and holds it horzontically as she adjusts it on her tripod. She convinced you that her phone camera was much clearer to record you with. "Lie on the bed just like that," she instructs you as you lay on your butt against her Kuromi and cherry-shaped pillows. "Maybe widen your thighs a bit more.”

You do so, your face hot and skin prickly as she watches you spread your legs, glad that your bikini bottoms are there as cover. Your tits aren't as lucky, nearly spilling out from out of your robe. "And….action!” Suki announces before she presses record.

As soon as you hear that little ding of the play button, you plaster on a seductive smile and stare dead at Suki's phone. Not at her. “Hi, guys. Thank you for clicking on this little video. So you’re here to watch me get fucked on a fat dick, huh?”

You take the dildo and start to peel your bottoms aside, but Suki stops the recording.“No, no, no!” she tuts. “That’s too much too soon! Ease into it. Tease ‘em.”

You scowl at her, confused and irritated that she ruined your first cut. “Okay…how?”

Suki smirks, happy to show you her expertise like you're her new student “You should save the dildo for after you do your little intro. Then take it out…slowly tease your body…and then give ‘em what they want. Try again."

Though you roll your eyes, you do as she instructs, saying your little slutty intro before you slowly take the dildo out and tease yourself with it. You stroke down your neck and the valley of your breasts; between your tits; over your stomach and thighs. Then you finally begin to rub it against you over your bottoms, still teasing, still nervous from Suki's laser hot gaze on you.

You aren't usually bothered by anyone's eyes on you. As a camgirl, you have to be comfortable with being watched. But Suki's ocean-blue eyes are just too electric. Too molten. Too hot as they cut into you, switching between you and her phone to record you. “You know, this would do you numbers if you live-streamed it. Especially if we collabed.”

Her words stump you, making you stop with the dildo head just pressed against your fabric-covered slit. “I…never thought about it.” Collab? With her? Suki smiles, the perfection of it making you flush. “Don’t worry about it, babes! Good thing I’m here to teach you the ways of how to be a great cam slut.”

She gives you another wink before pausing the video and running to get her laptop from under her bed. Once she gets it, she plops down with you and brings up your website so you can log in. “Get that livestream goin’ and I’ll show you. It’s all about seduction.”

You want to tell her you know all about seduction since you make people horny for a living, but you decide not to. Instead, you log into your account and bring up a livestream while Suki begins to strip right in front of you. You make the mistake of sneaking a glance at her as she slides her shorts down her long legs, so tan and toned.

She reveals the diamond stud in her belly button and her toned stomach slick with suntan oil. When you realize she's wearing a thong to match her bikini top, you nearly have a heart attack. Why must her ass be so damn perfect?!

Realizing you're watching, she smirks as she flings her shorts away. “See somethin’ you like?” she purrs. You say nothing, opting instead to pass her the laptop. She knowingly giggles and fires up the livestream, noticing that you are at #7. Not bad, but could be better.

“In 3…2…1…”

Ding!

Suddenly, you are staring at yourself and Suki on camera with the amount of "cherries" or tips sent to you on the righthand side. On the left are your viewers, ranging from regulars to new visitors. Suki smirks those glossy, pink lips as her eyes tick up at the top of the screen to read the number of viewers watching.

"Hm. Well, that’s a lot of fuckin’ perverts out there watchin’ this stream! Hello to 68 viewers! Let’s see if we can up that number; it’s still early."

Takada'sHubbyTodo: Holy shit, is that Suki??!!

Suki giggles at the comment along with the slew of comments that follow after at the appearance of the top OF girl. "Yes, it is, babes. And I’m here with my very good, sexy friend Y/N to bring her a little up in her followers. Come here, cutie. Say hi."

She holds a hand out to you and coaxes you to squeeze in closer, her arm wrapped tight around you. "Hi, everyone. Thanks for clicking in to see us."

Suki shakes her head, tsking. "No…to see you. ‘Cause you’re gonna get fucked on a nice, fat dick today!" She gives the camera a wink before she shows them the 9-inch dildo, leading to a slew of comments and hearts speeding across the screen.

"But first, we’ve gotta getcha wet, don’t we?" she whispers in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine. "If you wanna see that pretty, wet pussy take a nice toy in it, give us some cherries!" she coos to the viewers before her hand finds your cheek and she leans in.

You flinch away, utterly confused. "Stop! What are you doing?!" Suki rolls her sapphire eyes, like you're the one being difficult. "It’s just acting, babe. C’mon, your viewers would love to see two hot girls kissing."

She scoots a little closer to you, the scent of chlorine, sun, suntan oil, and a juicy, coconutty scent on her skin. "It’s just pretend," she murmurs. "He’ll never know."

You have no time to think about it. No time to decide. All you know is that this is a very bad idea and how yummy Suki's lips look staring back at you. And so you start kissing. Just as you suspected, Suki is a dangerous kisser.

Her lips are soft as pillows and addictive, hooking you with her claws as she drag you in with her soft "mmm"s that go straight to your pussy, making you tingle. She is slow, seductive, and intentional, her pierced tongue tasting of strawberry and vodka Kool-Aid as she gives you an extra sloppy French kiss for the followers. “Mmm, you taste so good. Like sugar. I wanna taste more.”

Then her hands are on your ass, squeezing it in her fingers. You finally snap out of it and pull away, panting. “Suki, wait." The twin just smirks, her eyes hooded and her pierced nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her bikini cups. "Fine. I’ll connect my phone and I'll get you another toy."

She ends up getting you one of her many rose toys, pink and charged with about five different settings. After you position yourself with your thighs spread and robe halfway open to expose your soft tits to the viewers, Suki connects her phone to the laptop and records you, letting the viewers get a good shot of your body from Suki's position hovering over you.

She is damn near straddling you, making you embarrassingly wet. As you look up into the camera, you get a good view of her stomach leading up towards her soft, perfect tits, her skin so supple and addictive.

Pushing your nerves aside, you turn the rose on and use it on the lowest setting, though it's enough to make you feel stimulated. Each buzz and vibration from the toy against your pussy makes you moan and hum in pleasure, your bottoms becoming sticky.

Suki giggles above you, watching you. “Oooo, she’s awfully wet now, pervs. I bet that dildo or my strap would fit quite nicely in her, don’t ya think, sweets?”

Her dirty suggestion makes you a lot more soaked than you care to admit. “Cut it out,” you whisper, glaring up at her. Suki keeps smiling, oh-so knowing and oh-so seductive, reveling in her power over you. “Awww, you gettin’ flustered, babes? Your poor little pussy is too. Give her some relief, would ya?”

Despite your blushingly hot cheeks, your arousal wins and you let her pull your bottoms aside to expose your pussy. Soaked, glistening, and puffy for her. "Fuck, baby," she sighs. "You've got the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

You try not to let her praise get to you as you turn the toy up and press it against your clit. Each vibration pulls a moan and a gasp out of you, your painted toes curling and your legs shaking, the buzzing of the toy drifting in the air. “Good girl,” Suki purrs. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

You're shocked you can barely speak; you feel tongue-tied and your brain feels empty. “A-Ah…yeah.”

Suki giggles, sexy and soft. “I bet my tongue could make you feel a lot better, buuuut you just keep playin’ with me. It would get you a lot more viewership.” You shoot her a glare, silently warning her, but she just cackles, finding your resistance so amusing. “C’mon now, sweets. Don’t be so prissy. I’m known to make a gal cum.”

Suddenly, one hand is holding her phone while the other is teasing one of your tits through your robe. "Suki, no," you weakly protest, softly moaning from her touch.

Then she's ripping your robe open to reveal each of your tits, soft and shining with suntain oil. She begins to tweak each hard nipple, humming at the sounds you make. "Those are some pretty noises you're makin', sweets," she purrs. "Keep 'em up."

“Stop!” you moan. “I-I can’t focus! Oh, fuuuuck…” Your eyes roll back at the explosion of pleasure as she pinches your nipples combined with the buzzing of the toy. Your mouth falls open in a silent O, reaching a euphoric state, as your pussy gushes around the buzzing rose.

“Mmm, my, that’s a pretty expression ya got there," Suki purrs. "Has my brother ever seen ya like this?” You don't answer, too busy drowning in the pleasure she is giving you. Satoru has never made you feel this amazing...and that's so dangerous.

You then hear a familiar tinkle sound then and weakly open your eyes to look at the laptop. “Look, babes! You got a hit of 200 cherries!” Suki announces, showing you the screen. Sure enough, you see that one of your regulars has given you a tip (200 cherries is equivilant to $20, but it ups your number on the top camgirls' list).

LookuitsSugu: You two should taste each other…for science.

"Oooo, listen, babes!" Suki giggles. "Sugu here thinks that we should 69 right here for him. Well, since we got so many more viewers, maybe we should. What you do think, chat?" She turns to you with a sultry smile as the chat explodes with hearts and all kinds of dirty emojis.

"But, Suki—"

"It's just for the camera, sweets, don't worry," she cuts in, comfortingly stroking your cheek. "Anything to get you to the top, right? You'll be sooo popular after this!"

Though you know deep down you should refuse and leave the room ASAP, the idea of finally climbing the latter of the camming world is more tempting than you can amdit. You'll kick yourself for this later though. "Just this once," you whisper.

Suki draws an X over her chest, right above her perfectly soft, bouncy tits. "Cross my heart. Now have you eaten a girl out before?" You avert your eyes, keeping quiet. She reads your silence immediately and giggles. "Ohhh, first timer, eh?" she chuckles. "I've gotchu, girl. Just pay close attention and follow my lead."

Suddenly, she is stripping off her bikini and leaving herself totally naked for you and your fans. Just like a man pumped with horniness, your eyes are drawn to her supple, perky tits, her pink nipples pierced with silver balls. You drink in her abs and belly button ring; her toned yet soft thighs; the landing strip of white curls with the rest a bare Brazilian leading down to her gorgeous, wet pussy. Soft. Pink. Absolutely perfect, just like her.

And she comes with a pretty silver stud glittering at the tip of her clit. A fucking clit piercing. How much sexier than this woman get?!

Then, you lose your head because Suki suddenly ends up on top of you and you end up below her, each one of you sucking on each other's pussies. She coaxes you to move your tongue just the way she likes, earning her luscious moans and dripping honey as rewards. "Nice, right?" she giggles. "This one here ain't too bad either."

SMACK!

She smacks your pussy, making you moan up into hers so she gives you a moan right back. "Such a good, sweet girl. I'm gonna really enjoy tongue-fucking you, babes."

And while your fans watch the scene unfold, with Suki's ass facing them while you've got your tongue in her cunt, she dives between your thighs and proceeds to give you the best head that you've ever had in your life. Her hot tongue combined with the cold metal of her tongue piercing sends you careening into blinding, hot bliss.

You forget all about Satoru and the livestream as you grind up into her mouth, tingles and sparks of pleasure exploding in your core. "A-Ah! Oh, f-fuck, Suki!" you whine into her dripping cunt, your words muffled by her puffy pussy lips in your face. "Y-You...oh, fuck yes, like that! Just like that!"

"Like this?" she teases. "You like it like this?" She continues to alternate between sucking on your clit and tongue-fucking your pussy, her nose swiping against your clit and her fingers toy with your inner thighs. "Mmm, fuck, you're so wet. At this rate, you'll fuck up the sheets, cutie."

Through the haze of your pleasure and the sounds of her tongue sloshing in your wetness, you hear the sounds of new tips and comments coming through.

Nanamin Sent 500+ cherries ($50)!

TojiWitTheBigDicc Sent $15!

TojiWitTheBigDicc: Make that pretty cam girl cum and I'll send more.

Suki pauses for a moment and sits up to turn around and read the message, still rubbing your clit with her nimble fingers. "Toji sent $15 and wants me to make you cum," she giggles. "Maybe if he sends us $20. C'mooon, Toji, we know you got it in that wallet."

Kuna-In-His-Truest-Form: No he don't. That man is broke af.

TojiWitTheBigDicc: i got a kid to take care of asshole. Worry bout your shrimp dick lil bitch

EenieMeenieIno: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING LMAOOO

"Now, now, chat! Don't fight!" Suki giggles, wagging a long, silvery-purple acrylic finger at the screen. "Just send us more cherries and I'll make this pretty girl cum her fuckin' brains out on camera."

SMACK!

She gives your pussy another harsh smack before she picks up the rose toy and turns it on to the fourth setting. You stare at her, wondering if she's the Devil incarnated, as she smiles down at you. "Time to give these bastards a show. I wonder if you know how to squirt."

The glint in her eye is downright evil as she presss the vibrating toy to your clit as she starts back up with tongue-fucking your soaked pussy, the dripping, sloshing, embarrassingly wet sounds picked up by her laptop's impressive speakers. Your moans grow loud and slutty, bouncing off of the walls as you speed closer and closer to your peak.

"A-ah, shit, yes! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Suki, m'gonna cum soon!" You reach up to grip Suki's long locks as she takes you over the edge, making your eyes roll back and your back arch.

"Yeah? All over my tongue and this rose, right?" she pants into your pussy. "You're givin' me so much, sweets. This pussy is practically cryin' for me." She coos into your pussy in a way that makes you whimper, tears pricking your lash line, as you soar up, up, up through the ceiling.

The sloppiest, sluttiest slurping sounds escape Suki's mouth as she continues to give you the pussy-eating of your life, making you trickle down to your asscrack and stain the pink comforter beneath you. "Go on, baby, cum," she purrs. "Make your fans happy. Make me so, so proud of you."

After a few more strokes of her talented tongue and buzzes from the toy, you can't help but cum. You don't have a choice. Like a balloon expanding with too much air, you feel the pressure build and finally combust. "Oh, fuck!" you yelp as you cream all over the silvery-haired girl's pierced tongue. Long, loud moans and whimpers escape you as you cum all over Suki's lips and tongue, coating them in your sweet cream.

Suki licks and slurps it all up, humming in satisfaction at your taste. With every lash of her tongue, a sob bubbles in your chest, the pleasure damn near agonizing. When the intense high of your orgasm fades, you slump into the mattress while Suki sits up, still straddling you with her pussy. "That's a good girl," she sighs. "God, you're so sweet. My dickhead brother is sooo fuckin' lucky."

She then slides off of you, taking her pretty, pink pussy with her, and twists around to kneel before you. "Taste yourself," she demands and shoves her tongue in your mouth. You moan as you kiss her back, hot and heavy, your cum still on her lips. You taste so good coming off of her.

Ding, ding ding! The sounds of new tips, viewers, and comments explode from Suki's laptop where the livestream is still going. You nearly forgot about it.

"There goes those views, babes!" she giggles. "You think you still up for takin' some dick?" She strokes a hand down to your thigh, squeezing it. The mere touch alone makes you twitch. "I-I...yeah...just give me a sec."

But you'll need more than a "sec". You'll need a whole hour to recuperate from that mindblowing pussy-eating session. You feel tingly and satisfied yet exhausted and heavy, your limbs practically jelly.

Suki chuckles at you, cocky and satisfied with your exhausted reaction. "Awww, poor baby can't even move," she coos, leaning down to kiss your tummy. "Relax, doll. I'll help ya out no problem."

She then scoots to the end of the bed and grabs the 9-inch dildo and some lube. She coats it in the substance, rubbing it from base to tip. Then she comes back over to you, those tits bouncing and that hair like in a magazine. "Up you go!" she exclaims before she scoops you up and places you on her lap, the both of you facing the latoptop. "W-What are you doing?" you murmur, confused.

"Just helpin' you fuck yourself with this toy," she purrs. She then forces your thighs apart, emitting a gasp from you. "Just the toy, not my strap...but if you ever need somethin' fatter, I'll get it for ya."

She gives you a wink before she teases your sensitive, puffy pussy with the dildo and then slooooowly pushes it against your entrance. This is wrong. You are supposed to do this, not her! "N-No," you gasp out. "You don't—oooooh!"

Your protests fall short as Suki pushes the toy in purposely slow to hear your sweet gasps and salacious moans. After giving you a moment and continuing to fuck you slow and gentle, Suki speeds up, pumping the pink, silicon dick in and out, in and out, out of your pussy for the entire world to see.

Because you're now at 500+ viewers.

"Ha...ha...oh, my God! Y-You...oh, Suki, ah! You're so d-deep!" Your words are practically slurred, combined with the wet sounds of the dildo fucking your dripping pussy off its hinges. Suki's lips are right by your ear, teasingly kissing and nibbling your earlobe. "And you're so wet. You take my—er, that dick so well, babes."

She pauses to place her free hand around you to play with your pussy lips, groaning when they come back sticky with your juices. She palces her fingers up to her lips and sucks, her eyes rolling back at your sweetness. "How my brother doesn't have you on lock and key is beyond me. You're just too damn hot."

She continues to fuck you better than her brother with just a toy, her hand technique, pacing, and pressure just the right amount to make you scream and moan for more, more, more. Suki grins at the camera, loving how you look with your legs spread wide and your pussy stretched on the toy. "What do ya think, chat? You like seein' your girl get her pussy stuffed by this fat dildo?"

TojiWitTheBigDick: She looks sooo fuckin hot...but she'd look better getting fucked by your strap

LookuitsSugu: Don't be scared Y/N. Suki would take good care of you

You read the comments at the same time as Suki and your eyes widen. Of course, these horny fucks would want to see that make you cheat! "Sounds like they want me to fuck you with the strap, babes," she chuckles. "Ya sure you don't want me to whip it out and take you right now?"

She cups your chin in her hand, forcing you to lean your head back and look at her."Ngh! N-No, don't! I-I can't!" you whimper, blinking away tears of pleasure as her thrusts grow slow yet deep, fucking your soul right out of your body.

"Hm...actually, I don't even need my strap. This toy is double-ended!" She sniggers as she shows you the end of the dildo where a tiny insertable head is. "Lucky for us, right? Now we can both give the audience a real show."

You're speechless. Boneless. You have no fight or protest left in your body due to being fucked out of your mind. So you let Yuki pull the toy out of you and adjust so the shorter tip is entering her. She whines as the boulbous tip pries back her puffy, pink lips, spreading them for you and the audience.

Then she wraps her arms around you and scoops you back up, placing you on top of you. "Up ya go!" she giggles. "Right here on my lap for the whole world to see! They wanna watch you bounce on that dick."

At some point, reality smacks you hard and you wiggle your hips, trying to get down, but you only rub your clit against hers, making her moan. "Suki, wait! You promised!"

Then there are no more protests as she slides you down on the toy cock, turning your worry and regret into explosive pleasure. Her moans mix with yours as she grasps your hips and begins bouncing you on top of her, making you ride the toy.

"Sorry, baby, but—oh, fuck—I just couldn't resist this pussy anymore. I need to fuck you till you cum all around my strap."

She lets you stay just like that for a moment, bouncing on the toy, your ass jiggling and smacking into her thighs as she takes handfuls of it, squeezing it to her hearts content.

Then, suddenly, you're on your back with your legs split wide and her straddling you in mating press. She bends your knees and pushes them up to her hips as she begins to grind into you, pushing the toy against your G-spot. You gasp as you see stars, your nails digging into her shoulders.

"Do you like takin' my cock, sweets?" she huffs. "You love gettin' fucked by your boyfriend's hot sister?" Her long hair cascades down to tickkle your face as she rides you like she stole you, the toy pushing into both of your soaked pussies. "Suki, ah! P-Please!" you whine, your thighs twitching and head growing empty.

Suki just chuckles, leanign up to give you a molten hot look, her blue eyes glistening and cheeks flushed with pink. "Uh-uh, babes. Tell the—ah, yes!—t-the audience how much you loooove my strap in you. Tell 'em all about how much you l-love takin' this dick."

She places a hand around your throat, her silvery-purple nails digging into your skin. You gasp at the tighteness around your neck, somehow growing even wetter from it, causing the toy to go in deeper.

"Say it or you don't cum," she growls in your ear. "C'mon, you don't wanna disappoint your fans, do you? Or me?" Her thrusts get harder, faster, her hips going plap-plap-plap as they smack against yours. The more she fucks you, the more you melt into the bed. Into her touch.

You forget all about Satoru and the livestream and making the top 5 list. None of it matters. Nothing but this girl and her amazing stroke game. "I...I...I fucking love it," you whimper between your kiss-swollen lips. "I love taking your strap. Love it when you fuck me into the bed like this!"

Suki gives you a dazzling smile and shares a sloppy kiss with you. "Mmm, that's my good, good girl. Now cum for me like a perfect slut should. C'mon, sweets, give me all of that pussy!"

Her moans grow louder as she fucks you into the bed, deep-dicking you, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you open while the other squeezes around your throat. The bed shakes with her grinding, squeaking in time with her thruts and your moans as you're brought over the edge again.

"S-Suki, m'cumming!" you slur. "I'm fucking cumming!" She places both hands on either side of your head before grinding down into your hips, making you gasp as your G-spot is hit. "Me too, babes," she moans. "Cum with me. Give it to me like that, baby, fuck!"

Her moans and grunts are fit for a porno as her orgasm hits and she finally cums all over the dildo. You cum right after her, your eyes blown wide and mouth agape as you cream aaaaaall over the toy dick, spilling your cum everywhere. On the comforter, on Suki's thighs and abs, on yourself. You make a creamy, sweet mess.

You shake and tremble like an autumn leaf as your orgasm continues to roll through you like a tidalwave, sending you floating out to a sea of bliss. When it finally ebbs, you are still softly moaning and hiccuping, your body quaking as the aftershocks hit.

Suki holds you close, pressing your face into her tits. "S'okay, sweetie, I'm here. Just ride it out. I know it's good." She rocks into you, riding your orgasm wave with you, the both of you sharing a kiss full of heavy breaths and pants.

When your orgasm high finally fades like smoke in the air, you slump on your back on the bed, sweaty, exhausted, and supremely fucked. But you don't know how fucked you are until Suki gently pulls the toy out of your quivering, puffy cunt and sucks your wetness off of the head for your fans' enjoyment.

"Well, that's it for today, folks! Thanks so much for tunin' in to us pretty sluts!" She gives a finger waggle to the laptop before picking up her phone to get a good view of your body slathered in sweat, your pussy dripping in cum. "Say bye bye to your fans, baby girl."

Weakly, you stare up at the screen and give a weak wave. "B-Bye," you softly stammer.

Click. Suki signs off and ends the livestream on the laptop before rising to get her fluffy robe from over her chair. "That was a real good stream, baby," she giggles, running a hand through her fucked-out white locks after pulling the robe on. "You did so well. I think your boyfriend thought so too, right, Satoru?"

Wait...Satoru?!

You sit up and suddenly, you find yourself staring right back at your boyfriend's face on a FT call on Yuki's laptop. He was watching the whole time?! How did you not know?!

"Satoru!" you gasp, horrified, trying in vain to cover yourself. "I-I can explain!"

But Satoru just stares, wide-eyed behind his glasses and mouth agape, his face a blush red. His eyes switch from you to his twin sister, rage filling him. "You...you...you fuckin' bitch!" he growls. "You always do this to me, Satoē! You're always fucking my girlfriends and stealing 'em away from me!"

But Yuki is totally unbothered, simply staring bored at her brother. "Well, I guess you're just gonna have to up your dickgame, bro," she chuckles. "Plus, I only did it 'cause you wouldn't. Now look: she's in the top five because of me."

And sure enough, you are. In another window opened on the camming site, you see the top five list; there you are at #3. All because of Suki. And the expense of your boyfriend.

The long-haired twin gives Satoru a wink and a finger waggle, agitating her brother even more. "Bye-bye for now, bro! I've gotta go take care of your girl after I just fucked her brains out. See ya later!"

Click.

THE END.

“You’re glaring, again.” Suguru comments.

Satoru works her jaw, but she can't seem to rip her gaze off you two. You were giggling at something Mei said that could not possibly be that funny. Mei's hand had not left your hip since the beginning of the evening.

“I’m not,” Satoru says.

“You’re glowering, actually.” Shoko corrects and Satoru’s pretty sure she’s only here for the free booze. Shoko could hardly care about the expensive restaurant Satoru rented out for the night or anything else she set up. She came to drink and judge.

“I’m not,” Satoru hisses, but even she can hear the venom in her tone. It’s thick, the kind that sticks to the top of her mouth. She clicks her tongue, like she’s trying to roll back the poison.

“I just don’t get what’s so great about her.” She starts as you laugh at yet another joke Mei made. If she’s so funny, she should consider a career in comedy.

“I do.” Shoko immediately responds. “Big tits. Easy.”

“They’re an incredible set,” Suguru agrees.

“Can you stop thirsting over my enemy’s boobs, please?” Satoru tried not to look down at her nearly non-existent pair.

They weren’t even that big, anyway. Mei probably padded them. Or they were fake. Besides, Satoru was sure you didn’t care about looks or how big her tits were. You go for personality. Satoru has a great personality.

“What are you talking about? Your personality is shit,” Suguru tells her.

“So is Mei’s.” Satoru argues.

“Somehow, she’s slightly less arrogant than you are.” Shoko takes a sip of her drink. “You two would make a perfect couple, honestly.”

Satoru wrinkles her nose. “Eugh, don’t even joke about that. I’m pretty sure she’s like…a distant cousin, or something.”

Maybe a family friend, she isn’t sure. She’s known Mei Mei since she was a kid. Her family was on the outskirts of the Gojo’s for as long as she can remember. She used to call those types of people leeches, the kind that try to mooch off of her family and wealth and status, eager for a morsel of what she is.

“If you hate her so much, then why did you invite her?” Suguru asks.

“I didn’t.” Satoru groans.

She invited you and then you invited your girlfriend because, of course you did. It’s not like Satoru could say no, either. Technically she knew Mei longer than she knew you. It’d be weird if she invited her acquaintance’s girlfriend and not the acquaintance.

“I’m just saying I could be…” Toru trails off.

“Better?” Suguru finishes her sentence.

Satoru gives a helpless shrug, but yeah, she did think she was better than Mei. She’d never ask directly, but she’s heard rumors of your relationship. Apparently Mei insisted on you paying, even though she came from old money herself. Satoru also heard that Mei forced you into an open relationship where she gets to go out on weekends while you have to stay home alone.

If you’d chosen her, Satoru would never dare make you take out your wallet. She would never leave you alone at night. Satoru may have been a pretty shit girlfriend in her previous relationships, but she knows with you she’d be different. Being with you would change her. You’d make her softer and less guarded. You might even convince her to get the therapy she and the rest of the Gojo family line desperately needed. You’d fix whatever was wrong with her. She knows it.

If only you’d chosen her.

Shoko steps on her foot. Satoru hisses.

“Your ‘one and only’ is headed our way,” Shoko tells her.

Sure enough, you’d slipped out of Mei’s grasp, walking up to them with a large smile on your lips. When your eyes meet hers, you give an excited wave. Satoru returns it.

Satoru tries not to fix her hair. She looks amazing. She always looks amazing. People have told her she looks like a model when she’s practically rolled out of bed. Hell, agencies have practically begged her to model for them. She gets confession letters from strangers every week. She always looks effortlessly amazing. You just have a bad habit of making her want to double check.

“Don’t say that.” Satoru mumbles as her eyes cling to your form. “You act like I’m obsessed or something.”

“You are, though.” Suguru reminds her. “To the point where you ignore every red flag waving in your face.”

Satoru fights the urge to grimace. You have no red flags. You’re just caught in a really bad relationship right now. Before she can defend you, you’ve reached their table.

You greet Shoko and Suguru first. They return your hug just as enthusiastically. Your eyes glimmer when you turn to Satoru. She feels a lump form in the back of her throat.

“There’s our birthday girl! Toru!” You cheer, swathing Satoru in the tightest hug. She gets a whiff of your perfume. It’s something light but expensive. She memorizes the scent, breathing you in. She hopes you can’t hear the thudding of her heartbeat. It’s loud in her ears. Almost painful. Being around you is painful.

“Hey.” Satoru says, returning your hug. “I’m really glad you made it.”

You lean back, meeting her eyes. Your eyes crinkle in warm affection. The music switches to something a little more upbeat on the dance floor.

“Of course, Toru.” You tell her. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Satoru’s stomach flip flops and she tries not to think too much about your words.

“So.” You lean on her table, tilting your head in her direction. “What’s it like finally being 21?”

You reach into your bag, grabbing your over priced lip oil that might be cherry or strawberry flavored. She’s always wanted to know, but she can’t bring herself to ask. Instead, she watches as you smear it all over your lips. It’s not even meant to be seductive. You just have that effect on her, sometimes–all the time.

She glances over at her watered down drink. She hates alcohol. She’s stuck to soda all night.

“Drinking legally isn’t as fun.”

To be honest, she only says that to hear your sweet laugh. It works. You sound like bells in the wind or whatever romantics are supposed to think when they’re in love. She's not the best with words. You sound beautiful. She loves your laugh.

“That’s what everyone says.” You tell her like you’re decades apart and not just a couple years older than her.

You act like a mother sometimes. A part of her hates it when you do that. She wishes you could see her as the woman she is instead of the stupid pudgy kid you met all those years ago. She wishes you wouldn’t be as coddling or borderline-condescending with your voice and tone.

Another part of her wonders how you’d react if she called you mommy.

“Girls.” On cue, your voice is low and strict. Satoru squeezes her thighs together.

You look at the three disapprovingly.

“Why are we sitting here instead of the dance floor? Up up up! Let’s go dance!” You urge.

Shoko shrugs and gets to her feet. Suguru follows, but Satoru knows she’s only going to piss her off. As if to prove that, Suguru lingers by your side, like she’s trying to get a whiff of your perfume. She gives Satoru a smug look. Satoru tries not to react.

As much as she wants to grind on you, Satoru doesn’t move as you drag her friends to the dance floor. Shoko downs the last of her drink. Suguru carries her cup with her.

“I’ll be there in a bit.” Satoru gestures to her drink. “Lemme finish up.”

You wave her off as you continue tugging on her friends. You had your nails done—a light pastel pink. It’s her favorite color. She loves pink. It looks incredible on you.

Your dress is short, ending just below your thigh. If you bent over, she would probably see your ass. The dress hugs your curves so nicely. It’s a shade of blue. Her shade of blue.

It means nothing. She knows nothing you did tonight meant anything. Your words, your voice, your clothes were all just coincidences she was seeing because she was an idiot who was head over heels in love with someone she couldn’t have.

Suguru was right. She was obsessed with you. She thought about you every day. Sometimes she even dreams about you and your smile and she swears she wants to keep her dreams family-friendly but she can’t help fantasizing about you in even less clothes.

She can’t help but wonder how you’d sound in bed. What sort of noises would you make? Are you loud or are you quiet? She really hoped you were the latter. She really hoped you played hard to get, the type who’d have to make her work for your moans and whimpers. She wanted to earn pleasure from you.

This isn’t healthy. She’s not delusional enough to think it is. Her friends are right. She needs to move on, find someone else. Clearly, you’re happy with Mei, you won’t be leaving her anytime soon. She lost hope in that a long time ago. No matter how many times you two broke up and spent time apart, you always ended up finding each other. From the outside, it’s borderline painful to watch.

It would be nice to have a bit of closure, though. Maybe she should tell you about her feelings so she can completely move on? Then she could cut contact and never think about you again.

It would be nice to have closure. A drop. Barely a crumb.

“Drooling over my girlfriend while I’m right here? That’s bold of you.”

Immediately, Satoru wipes her mouth. Shit, she was drooling.

She doesn’t turn in Mei’s direction. She already knows her face would be smug and detestable and punchable.

“I was just thinking.”

Mei hums, sliding into Shoko’s seat despite being uninvited. Satoru’s forced to sit in an uncomfortable silence for eons. After a while, she starts to squirm off her seat, eager to join you and her friends. You three seemed to be having way more fun than she was on her birthday. Shoko’s already drunk and laughing, tripping in her heels as you try to hold her up. You’re laughing too. You’re so pretty underneath the lights. The shade of the dress really brings out your eyes.

“I’m surprised you’re still carrying a torch. Thought you would’ve given up by now.”

She knows she should walk away, Mei is always looking to antagonize. Still, she keeps herself planted in her seat.

“Maybe I’m just waiting for your girlfriend to realize how shitty you are and finally dump you.”

Mei nods along, barely reacting to the bait. It makes Satoru even angrier. She can never get this woman to go lower. It’s aggravating that she always appears to take the ‘high road’ even when they both know that’s not true.

“That might not happen for a while.” She muses. “We’re more alike than you think.” She sends Satoru a coy smile through pointed lips, like she is laughing at a joke and Satoru’s the punchline.

Satoru averts her gaze.

“Why do you care about me anyway?” She prods. “Afraid I’ll steal your girl right under your nose?”

That’d probably never happen, not when Toru can see with her own eyes how much you adore Mei and treat her like a little sister. At this point, she’s saying words for the hell of it.

Mei laughs. It makes Satoru bristle.

“Steal? You’re a funny one.” Mei assures before contemplating something a bit more.

“Hm, maybe for the night. For a hefty sum, of course.”

It took Satoru a minute to understand what Mei insinuated.

Satoru’s face screws up in disgust.

“Don’t fucking joke about pimping out your girlfriend.” Satoru hisses as she swallows down the lurch of excitement. She squashes it down, pretending disgust was the only thing she felt at Mei’s words.

She laughs again.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that,” she corrects.

“It’s something a bit tamer.”

“I’m leaving,” Satoru says.

She doesn’t move from her seat, as much as she knows she should. She should run and forget about Mei and how creepy she is. She should go to you and tell you how gross your girlfriend is.

Satoru doesn’t.

“I’m sure you always wished for closure as you pinned away,” Mei wonders, “wouldn’t it be nice to finally get that closure? For just one night?”

What she’s proposing isn’t closure. Closure is something Satoru gets herself. That was the only right answer.

Satoru opens her mouth. Nothing comes out.

Her gaze drifts over to where you were— smiling and happy. You look beautiful tonight. She never got the chance to tell you.

“Anything has a price, if you’re desperate enough,” Mei says.

Satoru’s eyes cling to your hips and the way you sway to the music. Her throat feels dry. She can feel her heart right in her mouth. She shouldn’t, she really shouldn’t.

“How much?” She finally brings herself to ask.

~

Even now, Satoru knows she could walk away.

Sitting here in Mei’s penthouse, twiddling her thumbs as she waits. The home the two of you shared was nice. Clearly, you decorated most of the living room. The glass coffee table held a tiny porcelain elephant. Soft washes of pastels filled the surrounding paintings. She could sniff out the lingering scent of linen in the air. She can’t imagine Mei doing a chore so domestic like laundry. The trace of you is everywhere. It makes her dizzy.

It’s so…couple-eque. Double. Complete. Every detail screams that she does not belong.

She could walk away. She should walk away. She still can.

Yet, she waits until Mei Mei comes back with a coy smile. Toru tries not to jump up when Mei points to the room sitting innocently behind her.

“All yours.” She trills sweetly.

Toru watches with a rabbit heartbeat as Mei starts putting on her jacket.

“Where are you going?” She calls.

“Giving the two of you some alone time.” Mei responds. “So you can go all out. No need to feel shy.”

Toru’s about to bristle, argue she isn’t shy, or maybe she’s about to leave herself. She doesn’t know what she’s about to do, because Mei’s already gone and the apartment is quiet all over again.

She could still walk away.

That’s what Toru repeats to herself over and over again as she slowly makes her way to the bedroom. She hasn’t gone too far, yet. She could turn back, forget about whatever she was about to do. Everything would be fine if she turned back right now.

Her hands shake as she turns the golden knob.

Satoru’s heart drops into her stomach the moment she sees you.

You’re gorgeous, as you always are. In public, you never show that much skin, leaving everything up to the imagination. In your private sanctuary, she can see every curve and roll of soft skin she fantasized about for years. The frilly babydoll you wear perfectly accentuates your tits. Your thighs are open and casually laid out, giving her a hint of lacy blue panties–her color. You’re splayed out on your velvety soft bed, ripe for the taking.

It’d be perfect, if not for one thing.

You were blindfolded.

“Where did you go off to?” You ask in a tone Toru’d never heard before, blindly reaching for her.

You thought she was Mei–your girlfriend.

Satoru wondered how Mei convinced you into playing along. Toru hadn’t realized Mei just hadn’t. That was just like her to take the easier option in the name of profit. Like she has this entire night, Satoru curses out Mei’s name.

She could still turn back. She hasn’t gone too far, yet. Nothing’s been ruined. If she walked out now, everything would be just as it were.

“Come here.” You coo, grabbing onto air again. “I’m getting cold.” Your voice sinks into a sultry whisper.

She follows your voice, helpless to your pleas. When she barely touches the bed, you reach for her, tugging on her hand, bringing her close to you.

She can feel you as she slowly crawls into the bed. Every inch of your shape and form. Toru traces shaky fingers across your neck. You sigh in delight as she touches you, letting her map out every trace of your skin.

“You feel so nice,” you purr as she cups your face. She wants to say something too, but she’s too scared of breaking this fantasy she’s dreamed of for so long. She wants to keep it for just a bit longer.

Your lips are wet with desire. It’s clearly a trap. Once she does this, there’s no going back.

She falls for it: hook, line, and sinker.

The kiss is slow and tentative, like she’s trying not to break you. You kiss her back, melding your lips back into her own. It’s sweet. She tastes a bit of that cherry lip oil you were teasing her with earlier that night. It’s just as addicting as your perfume.

Eventually, she can’t help herself. Neither can you, from the way you grab her hips, allowing her to straddle you. The kiss turns ravenous–like you want to devour her just as desperately she wants to devour you.

When you pull away, there’s a trail of blood on your lips. It’s not yours.

“Someone’s excited.” You giggle before she really needs you to stop talking and make her forget she’s doing something terrible. She kisses you again, pushing you down into the bed.

You collide into a pile of pillows. She follows. It’s so easy–you make things so easy. When you silently tug off her clothes, she can’t help but blindly follow. She shrugs off her dress, letting it fumble onto a heap on the floor as she gets back on top of you. At this point, she’s more naked than you–barely clothed in her bra and panties. She’s more than happy to level the playing field.

She’s more eager to tear off your own clothes. You giggle again as she shrugs off the straps of your dress, revealing your perfect tits. The way they bounce is almost pornographic. She freezes as she stares.

As if to guide her, you reach for her, grabbing her by the back of the neck to coax her down. She follows, instinctively opening her mouth just as she meets your plush tits.

Once she starts, it’s like she can’t stop. You’re intoxicating as she latches onto your nipples, feeling at your skin. Her other hand reaches for your other one, not wanting to abandon any part of you as she continues to worship your breasts. Above her, you’re moaning like you’re being paid for it, your sighs and hitches turning into whines and meaningless words.

You encourage her with your hand on the back of her head, delicately carding through her hair as she continues to take your fill. Only when she snaps out of her euphoria and lifts herself up, does she realize her panties have severely dampened.

She’s never been this wet in her life.

And apparently, you’re just as greedy.

“Hurry up,” you whisper, tugging on her again.

“Need you.”

‘Gimme a second, pretty girl,’ she desperately wants to say but she keeps quiet because this fantasy is hers and hers only, ‘so needy.’ Not that she’s complaining.

You’ve already spread your legs by the time she’s gotten her panties off. She receives a good look at your pussy, barely covered by your thin panties. Her heart is going a mile a minute. She doesn’t know if it’s hotter to keep your panties on or if she should just rip them off right now. She doesn’t know what she wants to do with you first. Eat you out? Ride you until you’re both screaming?

You make the decision for her.

Firm hands grab her hips, hoisting her down as you straddle her. Your skin is sheen with sweat as you lower your hips onto hers, slightly pushing her back. She can barely compute what you’re doing until your clit kisses hers.

A small ‘oh fuck’ leaves her lips, before she’s slapping a hand over her mouth. You barely even registered it, practically mewling as you grind on her pussy. You’re insatiable, riding her like your life depended on it.

Sex crazed. Needy. Craving everything she could possibly give you and more.

Satoru has to bite her tongue so she doesn’t accidentally yell ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’ in the middle of the greatest fuck of her life.

A terrible thought crosses Satoru’s mind that has her rolling her eyes to the back of her head as yet another bolt of pleasure goes through her.

Is she fucking you better than your girlfriend?

It’s a terrible thought. A horrible one. But your breathless moans are making her pussy tighten and spasm in ways she’s never felt before.

You yelp when she grabs your hips, forcing you to go faster than before as you sink into her. Her grip is so tight she knows she’ll leave marks on you tomorrow. Mei Mei might even be the one who finds them.

Mei, you basically pimped you out the moment she knew she had something to gain. Mei, who only cares about money, not the beautiful girlfriend she has at home, who’s currently making Satoru see stars.

Satoru wants to fuck you better than Mei. She wants you to scream louder than you ever have with her. She wants you to have the best sex of your life before she has to let you go, back to your poor excuse of a girlfriend.

Satoru can treat you better, and she can fuck you better.

If she were Mei, she’d never even dream of sharing you, no matter how many millions anyone threw at her.

You’d be hers, until your bodies crumbled into ash and dust, and even in the afterlife she’d still be fucking you. She’d fuck you until the end of time and even then some. No one would be able to pull her away, not even the devil himself. There’s no place she’d rather be than grinding on top of you, feeling your pussy clench against hers. She reaches out to rub at your clit. You whine and you shake above her as you grow closer and closer to the edge.

She comes at the same time as you do. You slump onto her shoulder, too weak to do anything as you both ride out your orgasms in a silent scream. She clings onto you after the last wave has passed and her pussy is still clenching at nothing. You pepper her neck with chaste kisses. She closes her eyes in the aftercare, laying you on the bed right next to her.

She fits against you perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle. Your head settles in the crook of her neck, leaving love bites on her collarbone. Satoru lets you snake your arms around her waist. She brings you closer to her side, wanting to inhale your comforting scent.

You’re an addiction. She already knew that. There was no way she could stop at just once. She needed this fix for the rest of her life.

She had to do something about Mei. She knows a few people who could get things done. She’d just need an excuse to get it done. An alibi. Then she could pathetically worm her way into your heart when it’s all said and done. You’d need a shoulder to cry on, right? She could be that shoulder for as long as you need her to be. She could be anything you wanted–

“Oh, and Toru?”

Satoru goes cold. Out of panic, she lifts herself up. Your grip tightens around her waist, keeping her there. Your blindfold is still on. She wonders if it’s all that opaque as she initially thought.

“Yes?” she finally squeaks out.

You laugh, giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek.