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Sex Therapy

MINORS DNI

Originally written for @getoswhore's 2K Porn Collab! (Congratsss!!)

Adult Actors AU

Nanami Kento is a rising star in the porn industry. You're a novice. But he takes an interest in you for his latest project, where he plays... your sex therapist?

Plus, Gojo Satoru's the director.

WC: 10.6K (this got out of hand) Warnings: Smut, Pornography, Unethical Therapy?

Nanami Kento, as a rule, did not make love. He manufactured it.

Initially, with mass produced, low-budget, grainy footage flicks, full of cliche, gaudy premises; story lines sheerer than his co-stars' negligee, and even more redundant with how easily they were ripped apart.

But they'd given him the opportunity to hone his talents, to discover, then develop his unique selling points. Guys didn't often last long in this business, regardless of stamina, skills or natural endowments. Career longevity, let alone success, demanded an extra special something. Nanami supposes it's a stroke of luck he'd been imbued with that trifecta to begin with - and that other factor? Achieved through ambition and consistent effort.

In this industry, it was more artifice than craft; though with his work ethic and considerate treatment of his colleagues, he'd genuinely earned the respect of his peers and importantly, a few key directors. All it took was several breakout scenes and soon, his name was on speed dial for hundreds of casting calls. He even had the luxury of turning down consecutive shoots, his schedules fully packed for months, back to back. Most men would stagnate in the Amateur category, languishing before fading into obscurity, rippling bodies easily replaced. Nanami Kento's rise, by comparison, was meteoric. In a matter of years, he had earned the moniker 'The Artisan'.

Never mind that he thought of it as just another job. A reliable, if taboo, way to pay the bills. His shame was fossilized, as significant as scraps of lingerie or rubbers discarded on the gonzo sets of long ago, a garish and graphic distant past. All promiscuity, no plot.

These days, he had proper dialogue. Mood lighting. Motifs, even, occasionally. But still, it was all just a blur of bodies. Nanami's lost track of how many people he's fucked - he wouldn't recognise any of them if they stood in line with him on the metro. They probably wouldn't make eye contact anyway. He couldn't care less to.

Why then, now, does he feel that old creeping humiliation in the illumination of his screen, hazy blue-glow casting an iridescent sheen as he lazily palms his cock, gaze glued to the woman writhing before him? The stickiness gobbing through the webbing of his fingers is familiar, the shame settling deep in his gut, equally hot - is not.

She finishes before he does, and he closes his eyes, presses bass-boosted headphones deeper into his canals, lizard-brained and lumber-boned, chasing her subsiding breathy whimpers, imagines them tickling and grazing his sack, imagines her doe-eyed as he drips upon her parted lips, glistening reflection seeping to the corners of her dewy gaze, on the edge of satisfaction. Her fading gasps tangling through him, twist of his wrists' tendons, jerking through bramble thicket static, snarls clasped to his pounding chest in pursuit of an instinct gnarled and deep-rooted, bough aching to snap but then - it cuts to black, and a frustrated grunt eclipses the last of her moans,sinking into the mulch of him, heavy as the realisation relief will not flood his belly tonight.

Uttering a single clipped expletive, Nanami plucks tissues from a box, annoyances crumpling into white balls destined for the bin. He taps at the space bar once, staring at the name under the clip. The keyboard rattles a few more times, before a sigh breaks over them.

{This performer has no other videos to show yet. Stay tuned!}

Nanami reaches for his phone, bites the inside of his mouth, hesitating. He's about to break his second rule. But the blood is still pumping molten through his veins, coursing everywhere but his brain

Fuck it.

He scrolls through his contacts, recognizes the name with sufficient clout, and clicks in with a wince.

I'll do it, on one condition. I want her.

...

"How do you not know who Gojo Satoru is!?"

"Cut me some slack Kasumi, I just started out in this world."

"The Arousal Auteur? Savant of Sensuality? Eros Genius?"

You wrinkle your nose. "Who's calling him that?"

"Everyone! Kioka, c'mon! You've never heard of Roses in Autumn? Or Cobalt Nights? Don't they ring a bell?"

You shake your head, turning back to the mirror and daubing on mascara.

"Not even Vacant Violets? Even people outside our industry know that one. It made its way to the short film circuit!"

"So he's some pretentious indie director type who says his work is Art not porn."

"Hey, people are saying he's gonna be the Scorsese of smut. He likes working with the same cast across his projects too. So you should take this opportunity seriously, he really could catapult your career."

"Give me some credit, I take all my jobs seriously."

"I still can't believe you landed this gig! And it's not even an audition?"

"No casting couch, far as I know," you remark wryly, pursing your lips together before applying another layer of gloss.

Your housemate pouts. "I wonder what guardian angel is looking out for you. Wish I had your luck."

"And talent?" you grin at Kasumi who rolls her eyes.

"We'll see after your grand debut with him. If anybody can help you out..."

"As my senior, why aren't you the one giving me more useful advice?"

She glances up at you, head tilted to the side. "Honestly?"

You nod, earnest. "I really could use some pointers, especially if he's as important as you say."

"To be frank then, you seemed rather tense in the past few videos."

You groan, "I've been trying to work on that but it still feels so awkward..."

"Screwing someone you have zero chemistry with?" Kasumi finishes your sentence bluntly. You drop your gaze, feeling pink tint your cheeks.

"Well, get used to it girl. Gotta fake it till you make it."

"I know," you sigh. Your resignation hangs in the air for a moment before Kasumi slides a sympathetic hand over yours.

"Were they attractive? Or at least knew what they were doing?"

Your exhale is short and sharp. "That's the irony isn't it? They probably learnt all their techniques from what we're making up."

Kasumi laughs out loud at your observation. "There really should be some sorta bootcamp for the boys huh? They're beginning with a handicap."

"I know sometimes we're expected to get ourselves wet and ready, but last week one dude literally spend 15 minutes trying to find my clit. Ridiculous."

Your friend makes another small, pitying noise. "Well I hope today goes much better for you. I promise you, the veterans are all amazing. I'm almost compelled to discontinue my membership over at Emporium Erotica - well, almost."

You giggle at Kasumi's caveat while she continues cheerily, "So, any idea who you'll have to tolerate this afternoon?"

You shake your head, glancing at your watch. "Not a clue, I don't even know the details of the concept yet. Just that it's a one-on-one."

Kasumi crosses her fingers as you stand to leave. "Hopefully a man with a little more experience than the previous partners. Perhaps you'll even cum for real this time!"

...

The universe seems determined to take her well-wishes as a challenge. You blink and stare at the name on the call sheet again - one you definitely recognised this time, but the characters still blurred with your disbelief.

Swiftly you fish out your phone to text your agent.

There must be some mistake. He doesn't shoot with amateurs.

Their reply fails to reassure or elucidate. It's a request straight from the director. What Gojo Satoru wants, he gets. Just do your best.

Easier said than done, you've suddenly got vipers for veins.

"Excuse me. Kioka-san, I assume."

You whip around, every synapse hissing as your eyes fall on your would-be snake charmer. You try to swallow your nerves, but the motion only liberates tremors from your throat.

"M-mr Nanami! Um i-it's such an honour!" You bow profusely, prolonging the delay of having to meet his gaze. You can already feel it, piercing and prickling along your nape, though that's nothing compared to the serpents slithering down your spine upon hearing the vaguest lilt of amusement in his tone.

"No need for such formalities, especially given the nature of our jobs."

Your face tinges fuchsia at this astute observation. That's right, you should be behaving more professionally! You chastise yourself. It's not like you were a complete novice.

"I suppose that's - that's true. Everyone always seems so well-acquainted with each other in this industry."

"It's relatively small, and tight-knit. I understand if it seems overwhelming at first for a newcomer though."

You finally level your gaze at Nanami with this specific reference to you, and more uncomfortably, the chasm between your experience. His hazel eyes are not unkind though or even, entirely neutral, as they regard you. Were you imagining things, or was there something tipping beyond perfect civility at the edges of his mouth?

Caught amidst your fixation and investigations, you don't immediately grasp the next question which issues from it.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?"

There. Blink and you'd have missed the millisecond twitch to his corners this time, definite, but disappearing in a hummingbird flap.

"Azumi Kioka, it's a pretty stage name, more elegant than average. What was the inspiration behind it?"

You chuckle, "Oh, I have my folks to thank for that."

Nanami arches a single brow. You squirm beneath his scrutiny.

"Your parents are aware of your...employment?"

You blush at the misunderstanding.

"God, no. I mean - I just meant, that's my given name. Um. Yea, they have no idea. About my current...career path."

"Ah."

Nanami's single syllable weights a lull in your conversation, mutual understanding swaying back and forth between you and him like the silver orbs of a Newton's cradle, while something flickers in his irises, an autumnal roasting of chestnuts, embers splitting shells.

A universal inconvenience shared and acknowledged by every performer, regardless of their popularity, success, and experience - or lack thereof. It was oddly comforting in a way, this unspoken thing laying down slats between you and Nanami, bridging the skill and reputation gaps just that little closer.

He's the first to clear his throat. "Would you mind if I inquired how-"

"There are my stars! Oh excellent! The constellations have already collided!" A boisterous voice rings out, and an even more boisterous presence bounds up to Nanami's side, arm slung across him with cheerful abandon. It must be bonier or heavier than it looks, from the way Nanami's shoulders droop abruptly, a mountain slope sighing.

"Kioka-saaan! It's lovely to meet you! I'm so glad we could get you on such short notice!"

"To be honest, my schedule wasn't all that stuffed," you giggle, the eccentric man's energy is infectious.

"Oh, but you will be," he declares, dropping his dark shades to give you a wink before the bullet train babbles on.

"I guarantee it. You'll be in as much demand as Nanamin here, maybe more even."

You smile politely, "That's a lofty goal, Nanami-san is incredibly prolific after all."

The stranger hums, "Mmh, you're right. He's a real workhorse." He leans conspiratorially towards you, dropping his voice but barely by an octave. It's more a theatrical whisper than anything else.

"Hung like one too, but you didn't get that from me."

"Gojo-san, please don't make such unnecessarily crass statements," Nanami interjects tersely.

The white-haired man straightens up, waving a hand. "Ah, true, true. What's the point of hearsay, hm? Seeing is believing, after all! Oh, and feeling too, right Kioka-san?"

"W-well, it's what I came here to do today..." you pause, realising how reticent you sounded, inadvertently. Quickly you add, "Really, I'm looking forward to it - uh, not that it - I mean, I'm sure it's fine - o-or not just fine. I-um! I'm just glad to be working with you, Nanami-san!"

Nanami's lips tighten ever so slightly into a thin straight line as your spiel of mortification sputters to a stop.

Then he simply says, "Likewise."

You find yourself wishing for an earthquake, any magnitude would do - was it too much to ask the universe for a tiny harmless one that barely did any property damage? It would be preferable to the Richter scale internally screaming at you.

"Jeeeez, what's up with this atmosphere?" Gojo laments, tilting his head onto Nanami's broad shoulder. "I thought you two were having such a good time earlier, chatting each other up. Cute chemistry and all - what were you talking about anyway?"

"Gojo-san, it's an awful invasion of privacy to be eavesdropping on-"

"Oh loosen up, Nanami! I'm the director, I gotta observe how my cast interacts. Besides, you'll be invading every part of her privacy soon enough."

Your cheeks are trembling, crackling mantle, magma spilling across them, you're sure of it. Yes, it's how you put food on the table, but even though he was simply being factual, the straightforward lewdness of Gojo's statement made infernos writhe within you.

It's barely tempered by the chilling glare of disdain Nanami casts at his colleague, narrow-eyed, but it glances off Gojo who glibly continues, "Kioka-san! Tell me more about yourself. How many sets have you been on?"

"Ah...I stopped counting after 30...?"

"Only 30 plus? Kioka-san, that practically makes you a virgin by Nanami's standards!"

Your gaze is glued to your shoes, you've suddenly discovered an obsession with aglets - however did they thread such thick laces through tiny holes? You wince mentally as your brain makes the accidental allusion too quickly.

"Azumi-san." His voice is magnetic, you can't help but lift your head to seek out its owner's reassuring gaze.

"Please ignore those ridiculous comparisons. It doesn't matter to me how many projects you've been involved in. I would simply like you to be comfortable working with me."

"I hope for the same, Nanami-san." Gojo groans loudly, rolling his eyes, "What is this, a corporate function or some sort of sad civil servant mixer? Next thing I'll be saying is Get a room you two. Oh! Hang on! I actually did."

The director snaps his fingers, calling out for someone. A wardrobe assistant scurries over with two boxes, one under each arm. She passes them to you and Nanami with a swift bow before leaving.

"There's further instructions in each of your green rooms, but basically I'd like you both to help each other out with your outfits. Nothing too elaborate."

"We're supposed to...dress each other?" you clarify, eyebrows knitting together. "That seems a little counterintuitive," you chuckle.

"It's a 'team-bonding' exercise," Gojo grins, and you can hear the air-quotes practically enunciated by his wink. You suppose the director was inclined to a few eccentricities, if he was as innovative as his reputation in the industry made him out to be, so you don't protest.

"Go on then, down the hall, third doors on your respective left and right. I'll see yall again in about 15 minutes. Kento, you're familiar with this location, aren't ya? We'll be using the room on the 5th floor."

Nanami nods. "I'll guide her along later."

Gojo smirks, "Or maybe Ms. 30 Sets will show you a thing or two."

An irritated huff escapes Nanami as he turns away, gesturing for you to follow him to the changing rooms. You're grateful he seems focused on striding ahead, instead of noticing the refreshed scarlet awash on your countenance. The idea is absurd. What on earth could you possibly reveal to Nanami Kento?

...

"How many months has it been since you started out?" he inquires, once you're both out of Gojo's earshot. You're mildly surprised, you didn't take Nanami for the type to care for small talk.

"About 11. Oh, this would be the twelfth actually," you answer absently.

"Hm, I should congratulate you on the one year anniversary then."

The barely-there lilt to his comment stirs courage within you, or perhaps a flutter. It's hard to dissect, both feelings rising from your belly.

"Well, I couldn't ask for better company to celebrate it with."

Nanami stills, shrewd gaze sliding over his shoulder to sink its tenterhooks in you. It was insects in your intestines after all - but not butterflies. They must be grasshoppers, with how your stomach is performing somersaults.

"You could," he says simply. Then his lips twitch, discreet - unlike the surprise that soon follows, tucked away in the corners of his mouth, as if he hadn't anticipated his own smile, and was trying to conceal it from the source of its inspiration.

He jerks his head toward you, indicating a door you didn't realise you had already walked up to. You nod at Nanami, hands reaching for the handle.

"Azumi-san." He pauses, looking vaguely amused.

"Y-yea?"

"That's my room."

You finally tear your gaze away from those attractive features, reading their owner's name written in too large, obvious letters on the door.

"No rush, we'll be well-acquainted, soon enough," he echoes your earlier words, crossing over to your side of the corridor. The six-legged critters' flip even more frantically, spindly tibia tickling your walls, sprouting wings. You glance down at your fingers, still wrapped tight around the handle. The next words that tumble from you too rapidly, you know you'll be replaying in your mind like a slow-motion car crash for months to come.

"Oops, guess I'm a little too eager to get my hands on Nanami Kento's knob."

This time he full on freezes, like an icicle has stabbed him at the base of his spine. The rime of it refracts in his narrowed gaze, as if he's witnessing you in a new light. Then he's brushing past you to get into his room.

"Rather original, Azumi-san," he mutters, stepping across the threshold.

"However, you'd do well to remember..." Nanami briefly meets your gaze, eyes gleaming like a freshly waxed hardwood floor.

"In our line of work, we're paid to fuck - not flirt."

With that he snaps the door shut.

...

You clutched the box to your chest, willing your racing pulse not to make a marathon of this, while your mind sprinted ahead over the hurdles of Nanami's words, leaping to conclusions, or conjectures.

We're paid to fuck - not flirt.

He hadn't sounded irritated when he said that, albeit a little stern. Maybe he thought you weren't taking your work seriously enough. Well, ruminating on an offhanded statement like that was exactly the kind of distraction you didn't need right now. The best possible interpretation was to heed it as sensible advice, strange as it might sound to the layman.

Focus. Turn your thoughts off, and body on.

That shouldn't be a tall order, you muse, removing the lid off the box while letting your mind drift to your soon-to-be co-star. Chiseled bodies were par for the course around here, practically a requirement - unrealistic body standards be damned - but a face like Nanami's, now there was an unfair advantage.

For the majority of porn, arousal and anonymity went hand in hand, or fist over cock as it were - the absence of distinguishing features all the better for the audience to project their desires on, to immerse themselves in fever-pitch fantasies of lust. At most, there'd be a glimpse of a clenched jawline, the bob of an Adam's apple as actors swallowed their grunts in favour of their female partner's licentious, exaggerated moans. That was the standard, anyway.

The same one Nanami Kento had come along and shattered.

Handsome, in a severe kind of way - or just severely handsome. It was obvious, after meeting him, why both editors and cameras adored him, though they hadn't been able to do him justice; you'd been unprepared for all of it, how perfectly they complemented each other: the Alpine-edged cheekbones, the ski slope ridge of his nose, direct leading lines to those deep-set amber irises. You see now how the rumours could be true, that Nanami Kento could make any woman cum with a single thumb and his eyes doing all the devouring with an intensity matched only by his mouth, if he deigned to use it upon them. Yes, it would be a damned waste and a travesty to leave such an exquisitely sculpted face out of frame. The legions of his fanbase were constantly clamouring in the comments for more. It was impossible to ignore in any case, though some directors insisted on futile attempts to, to the detriment of their videos' reception.

You'd become smitten as well, seeking out his earliest works, your obsession voracious, consuming you as you gobbled up clip after clip of his, never sated. And now, he was here before you, in the flesh.

God, you hadn't even seen his cock yet.

A ripple of want thrums damp within you at this prospect and you savour it; it wasn't often your partners actually made you feel this way, those lube sponsorships really paid for themselves more often than not.

Speaking of which, you notice it's absent amongst the items in the box. Huh, Director Gojo must really have confidence in his top-tier star, you suppose that it wasn't unwarranted, with the pay scale Nanami Kento allegedly commanded.

You pull out the articles of clothing, wondering if they could provide clues to the context you'd be filming in. The skirt was simple, made of leather, ending mid-thigh. Not a trace of tan or tartan or bows in sight so, not a schoolgirl scene then. You sigh in relief, you'd always found those unbearably cheesy. The top you'd been provided didn't seem 'slutty' either, a collared blouse in cornflower blue. Something you could wear without being judged if you had a normal 9 to 5 desk job. Perhaps you were supposed to roleplay a secretary? But the standard pair of stilettos that would accompany such corporate caricatures of flouted fraternization rules was missing. In their place were surprisingly sensible stacked heel boots.

Even the lingerie you'd been assigned didn't seem particularly designed to titillate, more functional than fun. It wasn't even a push-up bra and barely had any frills; a black balconette with a little lace detailing along its cups.

The entire ensemble was modest, you'd go so far as to call it decent. Perhaps Gojo was going for irony.

There's a handwritten note from him on the back of a photograph indicating how the outfit should be styled.

'Kioka-san! Hope you find today's costume comfortable - for whatever brief duration you'll be wearing it, heheh. You may notice a couple extra things in this box that don't go with your wardrobe, please get them on their rightful owner, 'kay? Thanks!'

You can't help but smile to yourself, practically able to hear the director chirruping as if he were right in the room with you. You didn't have any inkling of his visionary talent yet, but it seemed he would be fun to work with, at the very least. You examine the remaining items in the box, a pair of suspenders and a navy blue silk tie. They were definitely meant for your co-star. A smaller dual-hinged leather box contains a wristwatch that both looked and felt expensive, the titanium bands chilling your fingers. You examine the clock face - you'd better hurry up and get changed soon.

...

You had just finished tucking your blouse into your skirt when you hear a double-tap knocked against the door.

"Come in!" you call out.

There's a slight creak of wood, then Nanami Kento emerges before you, looking...equally sensible. Oxford shoes, grey slacks, white button up; he's essentially wearing the uniform of a quintessential office worker, indistinguishable from any of the harried salarymen you've seen hurrying and scurrying on the metros during rush hours, except...except the fit on him is exquisite. The starched, stark white shirt maps the expanse of his sculpted torso; it's almost too understated, your eyes have no other option except to roam across every firm line and hard ridge of Nanami.

"I believe you have the rest of my outfit, as I have yours."

Nanami's voice snaps you of your visual field trip, right before your gaze can take a detour to another source of fixation, just below his zipper.

"Oh, yea. Yes." You reach blindly into the box, pulling out the tie first.

Nanami nods, putting down his own box on the table behind you. You wonder what else could be in there for you, your own attire seems fairly complete as it is.

You hold out the tie to Nanami but he steps toward you, backing you up against the table.

"What styles of ties are you familiar with?"

"Er, there are different styles?"

"Yes," he says patiently. "You do know at least a four-in-hand?"

You can't help but quip at his hint of condescension, "Well, honestly, I've never had to deal with anything smaller than a six in hand."

Nanami's face is as neutral as his tone. "That is not relevant information to this task."

"Just do it yourself then, if you're going to be so fussy," you retort, shaking the silky material at him.

Nanami's fingers suddenly encircle your wrist, the restraint of his strength sending a flutter through it. "Unfortunately, Director Gojo is quite pedantic about this ritual of his. Or rule, I should say."

You let out a small sigh. "Fine, I do know the most basic version. But it'll probably be so messy you'll have to re-do it yourself anyway."

You loop the tie around Nanami's neck, crossing its broader section over the narrower one.

"Why not just tell him we dressed each other up? Seems more efficient."

"He has an uncanny knack for knowing when his actors aren't following his instructions. Apparently it affects our chemistry from the very start."

"No kidding," you respond drily, continuing to wrap the material around itself. Nanami quirks a brow at your mild snark but doesn't say anything else.

"Is he this strict with his directing style too?" you inquire after a moment.

"No, fortunately. Or unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?"

Nanami sighs, "You'll find Gojo-san is rather...relaxed about things like schedule management. He insists his go-with-the-flow style is optimal for every scene, so his observations rarely translate into specific orders. This inconveniences both the cast and crew, who have to stay on set much longer than stipulated, or necessary."

"Wow, sounds like someone would make an ideal labour union leader."

Wryly, he replies, "I'd just appreciate it if my co-workers and I get off on time."

You grin at Nanami, "Way to put pressure on the both of us."

There's a flicker at the edge of Nanami's mouth, a rare indulgence of acknowledging your innuendo.

"My apologies. That was not my intention. I have no doubts about your capabilities."

Nanami's thumb brushes over your knuckles as your fist lingers around his tie. "I rather admire your work."

You feel a flush creep to your cheeks. "M-my work?"

Nanami makes a slight adjustment to the triangular knot.

"I won't have to re-do it."

"Oh. Oh good," you say awkwardly. Of course, it was unrealistic for you to hope a big name like Nanami would take notice of your meager offerings. You hadn't even discovered your niche yet.

"Glad I could make you resemble a corporate wage slave then?"

Nanami snorts. "I already am one."

"Well, not in the traditional, boring sense. At least it's not the type where you have to take your work home," you giggle.

Nanam's gaze narrows as it locks onto yours.

"You should know, I'm not the type to allow work to follow me home either, Azumi-san...Usually."

Nanami scans your face with its puzzled, polite smile. Despite all your double-entendres, you hadn't identified the implication in his caveat.

Nanami clears his throat. "The suspenders next?"

You remove them from the box, staring at the complexity of buckles.

You look up at Nanami. "These I really have zero clue about."

"The Y-shaped part of the harness goes behind, across my shoulders. Attach it through the belt loops."

Nanami turns his back toward you and you approach him, unclasping the burnished metal. You draw the black strap up along his spine, feeling it stiffen as your knuckles glide along his shoulder blades, the white fabric flexing beneath your touch. You imagine, despite this corded strength, sinews steely as electric cables carving up the sky, how his skin would yield to the scarlet stripes you'll rake there soon. And perhaps this vivid picture is encouraged by the slightest shudder that escapes Nanami when you smooth your palms past his pectorals, pulling the two front straps down to his hips.

"Thanks, I've got it," he murmurs. Was his breath hitched? Just before those buckles clipped into place? But then Nanami turns around and the question evaporates, replaced by a much more intriguing one.

Did you have a thing for suspenders now?

They accentuate his every line, strength and sensuality entwined in a braid that leads your gaze from the broad slope of his shoulders to the tapering of his hips, down to the seams of his pants ever so slightly snugger now, emphasising the curve of those muscled thighs.

"They're a little loose," Nanami remarks, tugging at one of the straps.

"I'll help adjust them," you say, with more immediacy than you intended. But Nanami simply straightens up, clasping his hands behind his back, waiting for you while you fiddle with the leather. You slip your pointer beneath the strap, knuckles grazing across the convex flex of Nanami's toned chest, catching for a scant moment on the stiffened point of his nub. His inhale is sharp and short, trapping your index between the strap and his puffed out pectorals.

Boldly, you pull your finger back, holding the band of the suspender taut before releasing it to snap satisfyingly against the swell of his chest, the sound crisp and loud. Nanami flinches, eyes flashing up to pin you, though his hand has already grabbed your wrist to avert any further mischief.

"Careful," his voice is husky, just shy of a growl. "It'll be your turn, soon enough."

"Yea?" you breathe out, meeting his smoldering gaze, "Show me what you've got, Nanami-san."

He makes a faintly amused tutting sound, reaching into the box.

"Black or red?"

You glance at the items in his hand, two frilly scraps of lace masquerading as thongs dangling from his fingers, their skimpy designs much more par for the course in your line of work. Identical. Cheap. Redundant.

"Black I suppose," you sigh, settling against the table as Nanami crouches before you, warm palms gliding from your ankle up your calves. You slowly pull the hem of your skirt past your hips, revealing your skin inch by inch before Nanami's focused eyes.

"Wait," he whispers, sounding so different, hushed and mesmerized that you freeze, fingers curled tight around the edges of your skirt.

"Is there something wrong?"

"You arrived on set with this?" he asks, thumb stroking your sides, where the fabric of your white cotton panties flares out against the swell of your hips.

"Well, yea. They're nothing special," you mumble, squirming, uncomfortable before the unwarranted intensity of Nanami's gaze. You try to clamp your legs shut to block it out, but his heated hands land on your inner thighs, broad fingers squeezing around the plush fat of them, encouraging you to keep your legs parted for him.

"Do you mind...if I ask, how long you've worn it for?" And here his attention is finally averted, gaze dropping slightly to settle on your knees, voice low.

So, Nanami's a pervert...when the occasion demands it, you think, privately amused at this revelation.

"Ever since my shower last evening. I slept in them and er, kinda woke up late so...Sorry."

"Don't apologise."

You suspect you see Nanami take a short sharp inhale at your answer, as if simultaneously startled and satisfied by it. Or perhaps, by your scent? Before you can dwell on either possibility for too long, you feel a warm palm curve around your hip, the first joint of his index dipping past your waistband.

"Keep these on," Nanami hums, rocking back on his heels, admiring the view from a little distance. You wonder if he's spied the damp patch rapidly developing along the centre of your cotton creases.

"But - but the costume?"

Nanami tosses the excuses for underwear back in the box. "You look better in these. Natural," he comments offhandedly.

You suck in a shaky breath at his explanation, delivered careless and ruthless all at once. "It doesn't m-match though. And um, what about Director Gojo's instructions?"

You have to bite your lip as Nanami's thumb traces idle patterns up your inner thigh, gliding arduously close to their apex - grazing just out of reach of your folds. He hums contemplatively, and you swear you feel your flesh quiver as the sound thrums heavily in his throat.

"Ignore them, just this once."

"I- I don't want to make a bad first impression..."

"I promise I won't get you into any trouble, that you won't like."

This time you can't contain your squeak as Nanami inclines his head, resting it in your lap, straw strands tickling your thighs lightly.

"Hey."

You gaze flickers from his hitherto busy hands to his face, expression expectant yet gentle.

"Break a rule or two for me, would you? I know we just met, but can you do that for me?"

You're mesmerized by those eyes, maple brown and brimming with a promise of mischief, so you nod mutely.

"Good girl."

Blink and you've missed it, the peck Nanami drops to your thighs as he stands, but your body is far more sensitive than your eyes are sharp. You can at least trust the tremors slithering up your spine, lingering after the ghost of Nanami's lips.

"Well, I suppose some of his suggestions aren't awful," Nanami comments, reaching back into the box.

"Silk or nylon?"

This time he holds out separate pairs of stockings, both black, though one looks more opaque.

"Do you have a preference, Nanami-san?" He shrugs, indifferent, folding his arms.

"Well, let's see," you muse, locking your ankles together and swinging them over the edge of the table. "Nylon does rip more easily..."

Your gaze drifts to the tendons in Nanami's crossed forearms, only lightly flexed but taut with the clear assurance that both materials could hardly prove to be obstacles to him.

His voice rumbles, dispersing your reverie. "Which feels more comfortable for you?"

"Oh, silk for sure then." You can't help the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips at Nanami's considerate question. Or at how he's on his knees before you again, this time having gently pulled your ankles apart, resting one of them on his broad shoulder.

He gathers the hosiery between his digits, surprisingly dexterous, practiced almost. You wonder how many actresses have been in your position, if all them had an equal appreciation for how Nanami's fingers molded to the arch of their heels, grip firm yet tender as the silk whispers over wriggling toes, gliding up calves, his hands deftly turning to tug them across your thighs and hips.

You wonder if Nanami's taken this much time with all of them, been so deliberate with the many others who came before you, warmth of his palms maneuvering to smooth out the stocking's wrinkles between your thighs, feeling the firm knife-edge of his hand press into the sensitive flesh there, ridges of his knuckles skimming your clothed folds.

"All right then, all dolled up," Nanami remarks, drawing back to survey the final outfit he's assembled. He hums, pleased with his handiwork, as he should be; Your pussy is already a sopping mess.

"T-thank you, Nanami-san," you stutter, sliding off the table, attempting to regain your composure. Nothing had happened, so why did being clothed by Nanami feel more sensuous than having your seams ripped apart by any other guy? If you had to guess, you'd attribute most of the blame to those eyes, sharply tracking your every minute movement and flaying each inch of fabric from you, undressed by his gaze even while his hands acted in direct contrast to his apparent intentions.

"Just one last thing," you say, retrieving the watch and taking Nanami's hand. Carefully you lock the clasps around him, stealing a second to admire the thick sinews of his wrist.

You glance from the clockface to its wearer's intent expression.

"We're late, we should go," you mumble, but Nanami tugs you lightly by the wrist.

"Hang on, I've gotta accesorize you too. Turn around for me."

You oblige, spotting Nanami lift a necklace from a smaller case from the corner of your eye. For a moment, he holds it up between his thumbs for you to see, a thin gold chain, delicate and with a single initial dangling from its centre; the letter K.

Wordlessly, you gather your hair up, exposing your neck to Nanami.

You feel him step closer, shivering slightly when the chain loops around you, the cold pendant grazing your clavicle. You choose instead to focus on Nanami's breath, steady puffs of warmth lightly tickling your nape, stirring something within you. Then, almost suddenly, you feel his fingers brush against your throat, dipping briefly past your collar as he adjusts the necklace. If Nanami notices the almost imperceptible shudder that floats through you, he makes no observation or comment on it.

"There." He says simply instead, turning you around to give you a once over. Your let your gaze rove over Nanami's handsome appearance too, smiling at him.

"Thanks. You look nice, by the way."

Nanami nods. "As do you."

"Shame we have to ruin them," you grin, opening the door. Nanami is close behind you, so close in fact, you feel his heat radiating against the small of your back as you move down the hallway together.

"Hm, occupational hazards," he huffs, corner of his mouth curving upwards briefly. You glance at him with a brow arched, pleasantly surprised at his maiden attempt at humour.

But then his voice drops low, mouth brushing against the shell of your ear.

"As a professional courtesy, I trust you'll do your best to make a mess of me too, Azumi-san."

...

"You two sure took your time. Don't tell me you got started without the cameras rolling? Tsk tsk!"

"Apologies Gojo-san, for being all of three minutes behind schedule," Nanami deadpans.

"Exactly! You're always bugging me about punctuality so I'm trying to make a genuine, concerted effort ya know? Plus I gave you a watch."

"Then I trust Azumi-san and I will be knocking off promptly at 7pm."

"Why? You two made plans or something? And didn't invite me? Meanies!" Gojo pouts.

You giggle, "Gojo-san,c'mon! You should be proud of yourself instead. That would mean your 'team-bonding exercise' worked way better than you could have ever anticipated!"

The director slides his shades down the bridge of his nose, eyes narrowing in mock scrutiny as they dart from you to Nanami.

"Hmm, well if there is something going on here, you gotta tell me. Cause I'm your boss. And nosy. And the one-man HR department," he quips.

Drily Nanami responds, "There is no HR department. You won't even hire a script supervisor. That's why we always overrun."

Gojo blows a raspberry in his general direction. "Again with your timekeeping addiction! You're gonna offend Azumi-san like that. It's as if you can't wait to quit working with her."

Something about Nanami's exasperated sigh tempts you into pushing his buttons further.

"Aww man," you whine, "did I do a week's worth of Kegel exercises in vain?"

The look Nanami shoots you is priceless as Gojo guffaws raucously.

"Oh man, I might have to employ you as a scriptwriter next time, Azumi-san!" he titters.

You grin at him. "Thanks for the offer Gojo-san, but I do kinda like my current job which...we really should get around to."

"Fine, fine. That's enough foreplay hm? Come on then."

Gojo opens the door to a cosy, sparsely decorated room. A couple of paintings adorn the sandstone-washed walls, hanging above a couch with a low backrest. Adjacent to it is an armchair, upholstered in dark blue. An ochre carpet, some throw pillows and a round coffee table add accents of colour to the otherwise minimally furnished set.

It rather resembled a home office, you guessed.

"So," Gojo pipes up, "either of ya ever been in therapy?"

"No."

"Yes," you nod, glancing briefly at Nanami.

Gojo beams, guiding you to sit on the sofa while gesturing for your co-star to take the armchair.

"Great, we'll be relying on your expertise then, Azumi-san. Though Nanami will be playing the part of your therapist today, Dr Morie Taru. Your sex therapist, to be specific."

"My single session was years ago, I'm no expert. And they weren't a sex therapist."

Gojo waves his hand breezily, "No matter, I'm sure your lived experiences will inform your performance one way or the other. Now, Azumi-san, if I may be so direct, have ya ever had any obstacles when it comes to orgasms?"

"Oh." You felt caught off guard by the bluntness of Gojo's inquiry, surprised at how sensitive you were to it despite being a porn actress

"It's all right, Azumi-san. This industry takes it toll, everyone has their off days." You lift your head towards the sound of Nanami's baritone assurance, meeting his soothing gaze, and lingering there.

"Sure, sure. That sounds comforting coming from him, til ya realise Nanamin here is one of the industry's top record holders for Consecutive Climaxes in a Single Scene," Gojo scoffs cheerfully, ruining the moment. "That's one of the reasons he was recognised, ya know? Goes for hours. The studios get a real bang for their buck."

The snort escapes you before you can even think to stop it. There's flint in the quizzical glance Nanami casts in your direction, sparks scraping across your cheeks.

"S-sorry. Well um, then I guess...naturally I'm curious about the - the number? If you don't mind sharing, that is," you add quickly.

Nanami shrugs, as if attempting to alleviate an answer weighted by repetition, delivered with monotony and burdened by boredom.

"My record? Four times," he sighs, reclining against his seat. "I just got lucky."

"Well, it sounds like your scene partner certainly did," you grin at him.

"Heh, she was a little annoyed actually." You hear a snicker at your side.

"Nanamin was being such a hypocrite that day, despite his principles on punctuality. Making Ms. Saiua late for her high school reunion dinner, or whatever it was."

"I...it saved us from having to do a second day of shooting," comes Nanami's terse rejoinder. You look at him as he sounds a little uncertain, mollified even, since the first time you heard him speak. There's the slightest hint of pink dusted across Nanami's nose bridge and his head is angled to the side. It's an adorable shade on him.

"Sure, whatever you say, Mr Considerate. Still can't believe you sent Saiua-san a bouquet after that. She could have gotten the wrong idea, ya know."

"I was very clear in my note what I was apologizing for. We're on decent terms, as you're well aware of. Otherwise I'd be blacklisted from her productions."

"Gojo-san, would this happen to be Ms Kagome Saiua? Of Kagome Kissed Films?"

"Yep, she retired from acting a while back. Started her own agency and everything. Nanami's worked with several of their talents too."

"Then...Gojo-san, you directed the video where Nanami, um, set his record?"

"Gosh, no. This was years back. I was just a young, naive assistant then. Nanamin was just getting notorious too."

"I believe the word you intended to use is Established."

"Would it happen to be the Hot Professor Punishes His Pupil for Cheating On Geography Pop Quiz video?"

There's a moment of silence as both men consider how casually you had rattled off the convoluted title, so conveniently recalled.

"I-it's one of Nanami-san's most famous ones," you hedge, embarrassed. "Record setting, right?"

Gojo chuckles, "Exactly. Although nowadays Nanami takes more pride in making his partners set those records, hm?"

"It's what the audiences prefer," Nanami responds a little stiffly.

Gojo nods. "It's true, times have changed. Viewers don't wanna see characters as cumdump caricatures anymore. It's more about quality than quantity."

You smile, "Well, as they say, Youth is a gourmand when it cannot be a gourmet."

Gojo whistles. "Azumi-san, you sure you have zero aspirations to be a scriptwriter?"

"Nah, fairly sure I just stole that quote from an Instagram account."

"Hm, well speaking of eating," Gojo's grin is cat-like, "it'll be Nanami's treat today. Or, you will be."

"Oh-okay," you say shyly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, barely able to conceal your excitement. You'd be able to find out if the rumours were true...

"And then we'll finish with a facial," Gojo elaborates. "Standard stuff."

"Is that all the instruction we're getting?" You inquire, bewildered.

"I agree with Azumi-san, at least provide us with a bit more context."

"Hm, I'm not the type of director to be prescriptive with backstories, but let's say the two of you are several sessions in. So at this point, the client's conversation style with Dr Morie should be comfortable. You trust him. Maybe a little too much, eh?" Gojo winks at you.

"I'm going to need a few more details. Any pointers on dialogue?"

"As her therapist you should ask about patterns of behaviour, what's worked for her before, what hasn't. Perhaps, past partners..." Gojo pauses, glancing at you before smiling, slow and sly.

"At that point, you can get creative Azumi-san. Feel free to use the opportunity to make something up, or draw from the disappointment of any dalliances. You could even air your grievances about your ex's."

"Gojo-san, that's crossing a line. You can't expect her to dredge up her personal life cause you were too lazy to craft a proper plot."

"Plus, I don't want to slander anyone. Not that I've dated so many people," you confess.

"Mh, you've boned loads though, right? Since joining the industry?"

"It's...enough for us to have something to talk about," you feel fuchsia creep over your cheeks again at the prospect of discussing such private matters, especially with an actor as experienced as Nanami.

Your blush blossoms into begonias when you sense a warm, calloused hand sliding over your palm, patting it.

"Don't worry, you can keep those you have complaints about anonymous. I was a rookie too once, made my share of mistakes. Probably wouldn't have made it to where I am without actors as kind as you, willing to give second chances. You're right about discretion."

"Aww, but audiences crave Authenticity,' Gojo starts to whine.

Nanami cuts him off. "You're confusing that with scandals, or sensationalising. We are not naming names, for Azumi-san's sake."

You squeeze Nanami's hand gratefully, and his thumb brushes over your knuckles just once before it slips away.

Gojo huffs, folding his arms. "Fine, that's all preamble anyway. I'm planning to leave most of it on the cutting room floor. Anyway," he sits up.

"For the main gist of the discussion, eventually I want you to cover her habits, her proclivities. Her preferences, essentially. Then from there, the client's going to get worked up enough for her to be amenable, shall we say, when Dr Morie requests a demonstration."

"So that's the segue into sex you came up with?"

"You don't seem impressed, Nanamin."

"That's because nothing about the premise strikes me as particularly impressive, or inventive."

You intervene before any bickering breaks out. "Gojo-san, it sounds like you want us to ad-lib most of this, right?"

"Bingo."

"What's the mood supposed to be like?"

Gojo taps his chin. "Let's go with seductive, yet subtle for your part. Innocent charms and all that. On the therapist's end...well, Nanami, you'll make a valiant effort to be professional, won't you?"

"I always do."

The director rocks to his feet with a stretch. "Knew I could count on you. Any final questions, Azumi-san?"

You shake your head. "I'll figure it out. It's just like having a chat, right? Granted, with a psychiatrist who wants to screw me."

"Exactly."

...

One deep breath. Two knocks on the door. A three second pause.

"Enter."

"Hi, Dr Morie."

"Azumi-san. Please, have a seat."

You settle onto the sofa.

"How are you?"

"Oh, you know. The usual."

"Hm, then can I assume your agenda for visiting me today is to address the same problem from before?"

You smile at Nanami as he checks a clipboard, fishing out a pen.

"Trust me, I wish it were just a social call but yea, I still don't have a fix for that...issue of mine."

"Have you done anything different in your approach to the matter? It's been a while since we've spoken."

"I took on one of your suggestions, to create those opportunities for myself and not be intimidated by them, to follow through. And I've had several encounters. The latest being two nights ago. But none of them have been satisfactory, which is becoming...typical."

"That is unfortunate." Your therapist jots something down. "However, I believe your willingness to make these attempts can be classified as progress."

You slump further into the couch. "It doesn't feel like progress."

"Previously, we've touched on your tendency of regarding these experiences in a rather results-oriented manner. Have you given any thought to what I said about focusing on the moment, on yourself or your partners?"

"Yea, they seem to be enjoying themselves enough, at my expense."

"Well, I don't see any reason why they wouldn't be able to, with your involvement."

Your eyes flick up to Nanami, but the compliment, if it was one, is obscured behind his cordial phrasing, as was the twitch of his lips, with the pen pressed to his mouth, set in a firmer line than before.

Compensatory, almost.

You play along. "Doctor, that sounds rather more an assumption than an observation. Or worse, a personal stance. One you're not quite in the position to...verify."

This time he doesn't hide his smirk. "No, I don't suppose there is a way for me to corroborate that, is there?"

Nanami's good, you think, Razor sharp.

"Not if you want to continue wresting a portion of my paycheck from me."

He doesn't miss a beat on the banter.

"Not a significant portion. I understand you're covered by a quite generous insurance policy. But as you said - regrettably, this isn't a social call, so I suppose I must earn my keep. Now," Nanami leans back, twirling the pen between his long fingers, "Tell me how your partners' pleasures made you feel? Specifically, the height of them, if you don't mind disclosing that."

You take a moment to consider his question before replying.

"Envy, chiefly."

"Envy." Nanami echoes, as a prompt for you to elaborate.

"Yea. Like, I've put in all this effort and it's not - it's not -" Your coherence tapers off into a vauge hand gesture.

"Reciprocated?" Nanami offers carefully.

"No, no it is. They do try. But it's...ineffectual. Enthusiasm isn't enough to guarantee results."

"I'm aware."

There is something infinitely more titillating in the slight curve of Nanami's mouth than the feverish thrusts of tongues, dozens of them, that flash across your mind's eye. His mere insinuation, more suspenseful and sensuous than the memory of laboured licks and exaggerated slurps. Subconsciously, your thighs shift against each other. At least one person in the room notices.

You focus on your fingers, twiddling them in your lap.

"Most nights now, I don't think going out and meeting someone is worth the hassle," you sigh.

"At least when I'm solo, even if I'm frustrated, I can rely on falling asleep straight away - instead of having awkward conversations and goodbyes."

"Do you feel less...constrained when it's an independent endeavour? Less pressured?"

"Yes."

"Do you take more time with yourself?"

You nod slowly. Your therapist shifts forward.

"Do you have a routine?"

"W-why do you need to know about that?" you stammer.

"If we can identify the specific steps or elements where you feel arousal most acutely, we may be able to build on them to achieve greater satisfaction, for you."

You have to admit Nanami's making it sound all quite logical, and plausible.

"I guess...my first parts of the process are fairly standard. Relaxing bath, scented candles, all that jazz. Then..." you hesitate, wondering whether you should draw upon personal experience, as Gojo had suggested. Well, why not? You could always deny it later.

"Then I seek out some material to whet the imagination."

"What medium is this material?"

"Videos, mostly."

Nanami nods, making a note.

"What sort of scenarios do you find most stimulating, Azumi-san?"

"It's not so much about the concept for me. I prefer to focus on the... energy, the chemistry between the performers."

Inspiration flashes through your mind when you see Nanami sit up at your last word.

"Although, there is one guy whose effect on me is quite...consistent."

"Go on."

"In the video of his that I watched most recently, his role was...let me recall..."

You feel a sensation of weight doubled upon your mouth; first, your thumb perched on your lower lip, parting it slightly and secondly, Nanami's gaze settling over it.

"He was a teacher, punishing his student for cheating on a test. What was the subject now? Oh, it was something to do with...volcanoes."

Your eyes meet Nanami's gleaming, tawny gaze; a flicker of understanding passing between you. He knows precisely the video you're referring to.

"What aspects do you enjoy about this actor's performance?"he asks, tone a little lower than before.

"I can't quite put my finger on it. I don't know what it is about him exactly, that makes it so believable. Perhaps it's his...patience."

Nanami says nothing, and you're tricked into filling the silence.

"In most other porn I've seen - quite a reliable sample size if I'm being honest - " This earns you a slight tilt from Nanami's mouth.

"They're always rushing to get to the fucking. The lewd stuff. Ironically, it's stripped of lust - like they expect it all to come from the viewer's end, which, horny as I am, I do appreciate some build-up."

You lean backwards, stretching against the sofa and propping one hand behind your head, chest pushed out slightly. Not far away, Nanami re-positions himself as well, crossing his legs swiftly. But it's too late, you've already glimpsed his impetus for doing so. You bite your lip, marveling at the extent to which his motivation has already swelled, from your few sentences.

"But I don't feel that way with this actor." You close your eyes, allowing the memories to unspool across your mind. "Apart from his gorgeous body...Every line of his, every pause, every purse of his lips...is imbued with intent, with deliberation. With desire."

"And then the tension, god," you whisper, fingers drifting to your collar, fiddling with the buttons. Despite your shut eyes, you feel Nanami's gaze track your hands and their coquettish contemplations.

"Not just between him and his partner of course, but within him. Struggling to stay responsible, the pretense of professionalism, some internal discipline to maintain that impression of being a kind educator, or a decent officer, or...a noble therapist."

Your eyes flutter open in time to glimpse Nanami palming his cock, hands abruptly dragged back to settle on his knee. But he can't quite drop his mask of impassivity over his expression as quickly, betrayed by the ravenousness smouldering in his eyes, if not by the rasp of his next instruction, which comes out more like a command.

"Tell me more about this actor you adore."

"Did I say adore, Doctor?" you smirk, tilting your chin at him.

"Not so succinctly," he hums, "but it is abundantly evident, from your descriptions. Does he...does he occur to you, beyond his repertoire?"

"If you mean to ask if I've been using my imagination to...supplement the sensations he inspires then...Yes."

Nanami's grip tightens against his slacks, very much a misnomer by now. The seams seem to strain painfully, and you stare openly at them, in awe of Nanami's restraint.

For how much longer? you wonder.

You decide to give him a little push. "In fact lately, I much prefer the things my mind makes up for him. In my dreams, there is no rush, no limits on time...or ethics. Just us."

"And is that enough, your dreams? To resolve your situation?"

He sounds hoarse. Your gaze roves over Nanami, from his face, flushed and with brows furrowed, to his ruffled attire. Tie loose and slacks tight.

"No, of course not. I want the real thing."

"Azumi-san."

Your eyes snap up from the tent in Nanami's pants.

"There is actually something I could recommend to address your predicament, your inability to climax."

"What is it, Doctor?" Nanami smiles at the faintest lilt of mockery as you use the title, an indication of your mutual awareness that this charade is hanging on by a thread.

"Do you trust me, Azumi-san?"

"Of course."

"This treatment, or potential solution is rather radical you see. I may be chastised by my peers for even suggesting it."

You take a deep breath. "No one understands my situation like you Doctor. You know I've become quite..."

Your thighs part, skirt riding up. "...Desperate."

Nanami's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows deceit.

"I'd like to remind you of the Doctor-Patient confidentiality clause we have in effect," Nanami says calmly, beginning to roll up his sleeves.

"Anything you tell me, or that happens between us, here in this room, stays between us."

You smirk, without revealing your teeth, but there's fangs in it.

"And tell me Doctor, precisely how will I benefit from this privilege?"

"For a start, I would like you to...touch yourself."

"In your presence?" your breath hitches as the prospect of satisfaction finally glimmers into view with Nanami's request.

"Yes, there are certain...observations I'd like to make."

"Hm..." You don't provide any further protest or excuse, tired of this ruse. Your fingers make quick work of your buttons, curling with slightly more hesitance around the hem of your skirt.

"You can close your eyes, if it helps," you hear Nanami murmur, sweet and low encouragement.

"I...I want you to watch," you whisper, palms delving over the plush of your cleavage, a sharp squeeze liberating more stutters from your chest, "t-to feel watched..."

"I am." His hunger is all the more unbearably apparent behind the simply worded assurance, sight stalking and predatory as he follows fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your white cotton panties.

"What happens in your fantasies with m- with the actor?"

Blood floods your cheeks at Nanami's slight slip-up, or perhaps it's the relief from your pussy finally having something to clamp around. Your hole is so sodden two digits slip in easily, three knuckles deep.

"He- he shreds his facade for m-me." Scarlet swathes saturate into crimson at your confession, and the way you've pinched your clit, rolling it roughly between your fingers. Distantly you're aware of laboured breaths and the hiss of a zip, but you're far more occupied by the whimpers and squelches spilling from both sets of your lips.

"He doesn't have to pretend to be patient or nice or kind with me. I, I let him lose control, let him use me. Any way he wants to."

"Any way?"

You're suddenly aware of a presence looming over you, Nanami's powerful thighs bracketing your trembling ones, a muscled forearm caging you in against the couch, the other flexing intermittently with slow languid strokes to his cock.

"Please," you beg, leaning forward to press your tongue to the pearlescent drop beading at his tip.

"A-ah, that's- s'posed to be last," Nanami groans, jerking away, but he doesn't resist you trailing a smirk along his shaft, or your fingers cupping his sack, squeezing lightly.

"Break a rule or two for me, would you?" you grin as Nanami groans, his words returning to haunt him, your lips ghosting against his slit. It seems both of you forget, or forego, your abilities to speak when you mold your mouth around Nanami's cockhead, suckling gently.

Grunts escape him, in lieu of coherence, but the command is just as clear. You seal your lips tighter around Nanami, throat constricting as he slides another inch or two deeper down your gullet. You're hypnotised by his overwhelming musk as he starts to thrust - small, urgent snaps of his hips, determined to shove his entire length within you despite the crescents you carve against his thighs. Your eyes widen at the recognition of two things; you've severely overestimated yourself, and when you hear Nanami moan again - an approximation of your name.

It's beautiful and broken, you never expected Nanami to make such pretty sounds. But you realise you should have when you glance up, his gorgeous countenance perfect for conducting such a symphony. The column of his neck flushing dusty pink arching up to his cheeks, as if scattered with hibiscus pollen, golden locks haloing around him, lush gilding of an afternoon's summer sun swearing an oath to ripen the earth.

Abruptly his hands tangle in the roots of your hair, tugging harshly. The fierceness of Nanami's grip is only matched by your will to relax your throat, for him to use you as he needs, fucking into you with abandon. You choke around him but the sounds only spur him on, panting, reckless, ruthless, thrust after thrust after thrust - Nanami only remembers to reclaim his vocal chords at the very final moment, husky from disuse, the warning ridden on the ridge of a bow seesawing across a shattering oboe:

"C-cumming!"

You gasp for oxygen but only Nanami's thick, hot seed splurts down your throat, your cranium clutched tight in his massive hands so you have no choice but to swallow, wringing out every last salty drop.

He pulls away with a filthy pop, cock still twitching and flushed red. Your body is wracked with coughs, heaving in tandem with the man whose pounding chest you feel against your fingertips. Teary-eyed, saline blurred, his face is a vague outline, expression unreadable. But there is no mistaking the tenderness of his touch when he brushes a thumb along your lips, paired with a bruising kiss that disregards the bitterness of his own residuals.

You sink into the collision of your mouths, unaware of the sounds of ripping fabric due to Nanami's needling nips along your lips, arousal prickling up your spine once more.

Your assumption had been right; those nylon stockings didn't stand a chance. Yet, for some reason, he seems more merciful towards your underwear, cotton creasing beneath the heel of his hand as Nanami grinds it against your clit, to mill moans and winnow whimpers between your clenched teeth.

"Got carried away back there," he mutters, scattering apologies along your torso as he settles between your knees. "I'll make it up to you."

Nanami buries his nose against your covered folds, the material soaked and made sheer by your desperation. He peels it off, taking a deep whiff before pocketing them smugly. Stunned by the intimacy of his discrete theft, your legs clamp shut on instinct.

Nanami tuts disapprovingly, wrenching them apart too easily.

"Don't be acting all shy now, Azumi-san. It was your idea to break the rules, and do this out of order." Nanami hooks his arms beneath your thighs, dragging you forward to meet his tongue, laving a stripe up the center of your cunt. He groans appreciatively at the taste, beginning his assault in earnest.

Amidst the wet, lavish sounds and your whimpers, you barely hear him mutter, "Afterall, I plan to finish with a facial, one way or another."

~~~

A/N: So, totally fell victim to the backstory, I just find the idea of how a guy like Nanami would situate himself in an industry like that quite an intriguing challenge. I suspect he's a tad OOC here.

There was going to be a much bigger romance subplot but I ran out of time! I would definitely want to re-write/return to this AU in the future though, maybe post it on AO3 someday. But I hope yall found this amusing to read at least!

#jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami kento x reader #😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨#fae’s reblogging

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JJK x Priest series

This one inspired by @poiseuns ‘s fic !!

I did these series back on April… God its so shitty looking back at my old drawings… I was just playing around but ppl really liked it 💀

#jjk fanart #i’m going to hell #I’d start attending church again for them

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theyre annoying as hell

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untoasted, toasted, burnt 🍞

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↬ ҂ 𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 @ 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚖

𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶 𝗞𝗲𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗲

𝗧𝗢𝗞𝗬𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

Artist: Staryoruu ; oguraxaoi ; sol4__o ; 66628nim11 ; jam8366 on Twitter

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Hey, Hey, L I S T E N

here, on this blog, you do not need permission to slip into my asks. just do it. even if we haven’t interacted before. even if you’ve sent 10 already. send me more. i love getting asks (in character or out of character) and yeah, i’m slow as fuck, but i promise you i will get to them. have at it, fill my inbox with memes or impromptu starters or just tell me how your day is going. it really doesn’t matter. just go ahead and do it. i promise, i don’t get annoyed seeing the same people in my inbox, actually it makes me happy because yAY MORE INTERACTIONS. so just do it.

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Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Happy Halloween!!! Time for our favorite four-armed beast of a man to make an appearance! Hope you all enjoy. CW: NSFW, AFAB, Double Penetration (2 pps one hole), Breeding Kink, Stomach Bulging, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Edging, Fingering, Cunniligus. If I miss anything please let me know! Requests open! Wordcount: 3.7k Sukuna was quiet, his hulking four armed form walking down the line of women for him to choose from. He seemed largely uninterested in the women that lined up. Most of them were staring down at the floor shaking and trying not to make eye contact. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Part of him couldn’t blame them for being rightfully fearful of him, but that didn’t make them any less uninteresting. As he continued walking he paused his eyes locking with yours as you stared back at him. He’d expected for you to break eye contact with him and look away, but when you didn’t the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Interesting..” His deep voice rumbled. You remained quiet. He looked over at his attendant pointing to you before the other women were quickly ushered out of the room and taken away. His attendant then grabbed you quickly ushering you away to get you ready. You were taken to the prepped baths where you were scrubbed, cleaned and given new very fine clothing to wear. You soon were seated in front of Sukuna. Once the attendant was gone he looked at you. “What is your name?” You answered him. He nodded. You weren’t sure why he bothered since he was going to use you and then toss you aside or worse. “You’re very peculiar..” He said, eyeing you. “Are you not scared or worried for your safety? Most women would be shaking by now.” He added. “What would be the point? I’m aware of what you are capable of. For whatever reason you picked me. So whatever you choose to do I’ll have no choice but to accept it. I refuse to give you or anyone for that matter the satisfaction of seeing me scared.” He was quiet before chuckling. “I see…I can imagine you’re quite the obstinate one.” He replied but you didn’t respond. “I like that. Will make this a lot more…interesting.” He said a grin spreading across his face. “Would have figured you’d want someone far more compliant with your wishes.” “Oh I do…my choosing you does not change that, but there’s something so satisfying about taking a strong-willed woman and having her beg for me that’s far more fun.” That made you shift in your seat some. You weren’t sure what to say to that. You sat there for a moment. “And if I don’t?” One of his massive arms reached over and carefully grabbed your face. “You will, but be sure to at least make this fun before you give in.” You frowned, pulling away from his grasp, making him grin more. He couldn’t wait to break you. You frowned, glaring at him slightly. You bit your tongue knowing that getting too mouthy could potentially get you killed. Maybe you’d get a chance to get away from this place somehow. “Are all humans just toys for you?” Sukuna sat back in his chair. “Hm….to a certain extent. Some humans have more of a purpose to me.” You scoffed. “What purpose could I serve? You could have any woman…” Sukuna grinned, resting his head on one of his palms. “Well, having an heir would be of some use to me. May as well use a beautiful woman to help me to that end.” You blinked staring up at him. “Y-you want?” “Of course…It should not be so surprising to you. You should be grateful I chose you. Most women would. You’ll be well looked after as the mother of my child.” “Well if any other woman would, you should find one of those women. I ref-” You were cut off when Sukuna grabbed you face harshly making you flinch. “While I do like that attitude...I’d advise you to remember who you are speaking to and interrupting. Do I make myself clear?” Your eyes went wide and you nodded quickly. He smiled. “Good girl.” He said his voice low, making you shiver. He chuckled before letting go of your face, making you rub your jaw. “I’m a fair man though..why don’t we play a little game. If you beat me..I’ll let you go back to whatever sorry existence

you had, but if I win...well I’m sure you know what I want~” You were quiet for a moment. “What game…?” He quickly grabbed you, seating you in his lap. You let out a surprise squeak, squirming as he held you down. “If you can hold out for ten minutes...then you’ll be free to go~” He whispered in your ear. “Hold out?” He didn’t mean? He chuckled. You gasped as you felt something, wet running across your wrist. “You only have to last 10 minutes. You can do that right? What do you say?” You shifted a bit in his lap before you nodded. You couldn’t trust your voice to not sound shaky. “Then let’s start shall we~?” He said, running two of his large hands up your legs. You shivered as he touched you. One hand on your waist holding you still as his other hands explored your body. You gasped, feeling something biting and licking at your thighs as he carefully caressed them. His other hand began to slowly slide his hands inside your top caressing your stomach and your chest. It was almost overwhelming feeling his hands touch you in numerous places. You soon caught a glimpse of the mouth on the inside of the palms of his large hands. You shuddered as he spread your legs, one of his hands dipping between your thighs to rub you through the underwear they’d put you in. “Hm...would you look at that…” He said close to your ear. He slowly ran his fingers up and down your slit. You bit your lip as you turned your head away from him. “You’re getting so wet and I’ve barely touched you..” You squirmed your much smaller hands holding onto his arms as he moved your panties to the slide to touch you directly. His finger circled your clit, making you shake. “Have you ever been touched here?” You panted, shaking your head no. “Mmm…is that why you’re so sensitive?” He asked more to himself than to you. His hand slowly moved down to your hole, his finger sliding inside of you. You whimpered as his finger stretched you open. It was such a strange feeling. He lazily pumped his finger inside of you, the mouth on his hand licking and sucking at your clit before he soon added another finger. Your face warmed in embarrassment as you listened to the squelching sounds of him fingering you. When he curled his fingers you let out a loud breathy moan, making him groan. “Careful making sounds like that, kitten…You’ll make me take you right now.” He whispered in your ear. Tears welled up in your eyes at how good he was making you feel. The way his fingers kept brushing against that one spot inside of you made your head spin and you gushed even more on his fingers. He grinned as he felt your hole flutter. “Come on…you’re so close right? Time’s almost up…” “I-..” You said softly, your voice shaking. You couldn’t focus on anything but how good his hands and fingers made you feel. “No shame in giving in…I’ll treat you good I promise. Keep this tight little hole stuffed as much as you like…Fuck..you’ll look so good round with my child..” He whispered as one of his hands rubbed your tummy. Your mouth hung open and your legs shook as you came hard all over his fingers. Your pussy fluttering and clenching down on them. “Oh god…” You whined loudly. “That’s my girl…” He said his fingers still pumping into you. You moaned at the sensitivity before he finally stopped. “You made such a mess, kitten..” He said holding his fingers covered in your slick in front of you. He spread his fingers as you watched it stretch and drop in between them. “Looks like I won..~” He said before licking his fingers clean. You looked away, chest heaving as you tried to calm your breathing. “I’ll let you go. For now, but remember that you lost..” He said his hand glowing for a moment before he pressed his fingers against your forehead. “You’re mine…remember that.” You rubbed your forehead the feeling where he touched warm and tingling. “You’re free to explore around as you see fit. You just aren’t allowed to leave. Understood?” You nodded as you shakily got to your feet. Your knees wobbled, making Sukuna smirk. You refused his help steadying and straightening yourself before quickly

leaving. You’d been living there for a week now. And you’d been avoiding Sukuna as best you could. That bastard had laid his mark on you and it was placed right in the middle of your forehead. You knew if you tried to go anywhere outside of this place he’d instantly know. So you resigned yourself to hiding away in different places in his large palace. Though he did always manage to find you, leaving you wanting as he would touch and kiss you before leaving. You only really felt comfortable to walk around at night when most were fast asleep. You sighed quietly to yourself as you walked down the halls. “So, this is why you’re never in your room at night.” You heard a familiar voice say right next to your ear. You jumped letting out a loud squeak in surprise. You huffed and continued walking. You knew there was no point in arguing. He was making you nervous though. You could feel his eyes trailing over your body watching you closely. You hated how your body was reacting to him staring at you. You hated how you were having dreams about him touching and caressing you. You hated him for making you want him. Sukuna grinned as he watched you. He knew what you wanted. He could practically smell it and it was making his mouth water. Once at your door you glanced at him. His eyes were still trained on you. You swallowed nervously, but opened your door walking inside. You tried to close it, but he stepped in behind you. You swallowed nervously as you heard the soft click of the door closing. You turned to look at him staring at his hulking form as he approached you. You looked away before he turned your head to face him. “Are you ready?” He asked softly touching your face with one hand and the others caressing different parts of your body. “Why would I be?” You muttered despite the way your body was responding to him. You refused to give him the satisfaction of just bending to him. He smiled. “Still as stubborn as ever. Even though I know you want me…but like I’ve told you. I am fine with making you beg for me.” “I won’t…” “We’ll see about that kitten.” He said pulling your body against his and holding you up so he could kiss you. You gasped his hand coming down to slap your ass which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth. Your body shivered as he kissed you, but you remained stubborn as he pulled away. You panted, looking away, trying to ignore the butterflies in your tummy. He sat down on your bed, that was much too small for him. Sukuna stared down at you and grinned. You knew he was planning something. He sat you on his leg, hands resting on your hips. You blinked up at him confused as to what he was doing. “Move your hips..” When you didn’t he helped you grind yourself against his leg. It didn’t take long for your body to respond to the stimulation. It felt good and a wet spot was already forming on his leg where you were grinding on him. Your breath got heavy and you looked down, not able to look him in the face as you whimpered at the stimulation. He grinned, grabbing your face and forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Look at me while you use my leg..” He said grinning as he towered over you, watching as your face twisted in pleasure. “Feels good doesn’t it…?” You shook your head no despite you now moving your hips on your own. He wasn’t guiding you anymore. “The way your fucking yourself on my leg says otherwise…” he said whispering softly to you as he groped your chest. You shivered as he reached down into your top, the mouths on his hand setting to work as they sucked at your chest, leaving marks along your breasts. “Mm..not..” You whimpered even though you knew he was telling the truth. As much as you wanted to resist you couldn’t. You’d never felt so good as when he touched you. Even touching yourself didn’t help and only ended up frustrating you when you couldn’t reach the spot he had. Sukuna grinned down at you. He could tell you were getting close. Your rhythm stuttered as you held onto him, your eyes squeezing shut, almost falling over the edge. However he grabbed your hips,

holding you still. Your eyes shot open as you looked up at him. You looked up at him frustrated and confused as your clit throbbed. You opened your mouth to complain about your ruined orgasm before he cut you off. “The only way you’re getting to cum is on my cock...but since you don’t want me. I suppose we’ll have to end it here for now..” He said grinning as he removed you from his leg, setting you on the bed with a look of complete shock on your face. “I-..” You trailed off not sure what to do or say as he rose to his feet. “If you want me to help you cum...you’ll have to come to my room and ask me. I’ll be happy to assist you..” He said chuckling before he walked out of the room. He didn’t spare you a glance as he shut the door behind himself. You stared at the door a moment before letting out a frustrated groan. He was the most frustrating man you’d ever met. You sat on your bed trying to ignore the dull ache and the wetness between your legs. You knew trying to get yourself off would only lead to more unwanted frustration. You also knew going to him would mean you giving in fully to him. If you were honest with yourself you knew it was only a matter of time until you did. You sat there for a while thinking over everything before you carefully got out of your bed, making your way down the hall to where his room was located. As you stood outside his door debating with yourself if you should go in you froze when you heard your name. Did he know you were out here? Your thoughts quickly turned when you heard him moan. Was he? You noticed that his door was slightly opened which he probably did on purpose, but what you saw made your clit throb more. He was touching himself. It felt wrong to be watching him like this, but he was calling your name while he stroked not one but two cocks. You stared shocked as he stroked both of them slowly. You soon tore your eyes away to see him watching you. “I didn’t take you for a voyeur.” He grinned though he didn’t stop what he was doing. “Either come in or leave.” You swallowed nervously before your feet carried you inside and you softly closed the door. He grinned as he stopped holding out his hand to you. “Come now, kitten..You’re here to ask me for my help, right?” You slowly walked over to him trying not to stare at his naked body spread across his large bed. “Just ask and I’ll help you..” he said, one of his arms reaching out to gently touch your face. You softly muttered something, your face burning in shame. He grinned. “A little louder.” You shifted nervously before swallowing down your pride. “Please…help me..” “With?” He asked, grinning at you. “I…please help me cum…I can’t..” He smiled, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you on top of him, making you jump in surprise. “See that wasn’t so hard now was it.” You looked away slightly. “Why don’t I help you out of those clothes first he said before he quickly tore them off. He wasn’t that much of a patient man. You gasped as you were soon stripped of your clothes and laying on your back underneath him. “You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this. Listening you touch yourself trying to get off and failing.” Your face heated up as he positioned himself between your legs, your pussy eye level with his face before his mouth was on you. You gasped fingers tangling up in his sheets as nipped and sucked at your clit. You moaned. “S-slow down..” You whined, not being able to keep up with his onslaught. He hummed but didn’t stop as his tongue flicked your clit and his fingers plunged repeatedly inside your tight hole. He had to make sure that all of him would fit, so he wanted you to soak his face and fingers. Your orgasm came crashing into you fast and hard. Your toes curled as you moaned back arching off the bed, but his grip on you only tightened. You curse as his tongue replaced his fingers. Despite you cumming he was still going. You were sensitive as his tongue explored and stretched your hole. “I-…”You whined as your hands latched onto his head. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or keep going though you

rolled your hips despite how sensitive you still were as he continued tongue fucking you. Your next orgasm came crashing into you just as hard and you tugged on his hair earning a loud moan which only seemed to spur him on as he worked you through your second orgasm. After a moment your body went limp and he pulled away. You looked down at him as he grinned up at you. His face was soaked in your juices, making you look away slightly. “Don’t think we’re done yet. I told you when we met I was going stuff this pussy full and I meant it..” He growled patting your cunt which made your hips jerk in response. “Gonna make sure I get you pregnant..” He muttered pumping himself as he towered over you. You whimpered before your eyes widened as he lined both of his cocks at your entrance. He grinned up at you. “They’re both not gonna…” “I’ll make them fit..” he said before you could finish as he pressed them both against your hole. He didn’t want to hurt you so he carefully pressed them both inside, groaning and both heads of his cocks went inside. You moaned clawing at his arms as he slowly worked them inside of you. “Relax, kitten…you can take them both…” He whispered as he slowly stretched and worked them inside of you. “So much..” You babbled as he managed to fully bottom out inside of you. He grinned, noticing the bulge in your tummy as his cocks stretched you. He took your hand and placed it on your tummy. “Feel that…that’s me..” He grinned carefully pulling out some before slamming back into you. He cursed as he felt you clench around him your dribbling little cunt doing it’s best to take all of him. He couldn’t help but watch as your pussy stretched to accommodate him. The moonlight from the window made your juices glisten as he pulled out of you. He cursed pulling you into him as he picked up his pace. He was completely lost in the feeling of you squeezing down on him and how glassy your eyes looked as tears streamed down your face. “Are you ready to be a mommy~?” He asked rolling his hips making his cocks rub that one spot inside of you, making you see stars. You were too far gone to answer him properly. Most of what you said came out a garbled mess. You gasped as he folded you into a mating press. “Gotta make sure it takes…” he muttered and you mewled. The position had his cocks kissing your cervix as he slammed into you. He grabbed your face making you look at him as he fucked you. “You better not spill a drop. Whatever comes back out I’m going to fuck back into you.” He growled. He felt you clench down on him at the threat making him chuckle. You didn’t care if he continued making you feel this good. With a particularly hard thrust you came with a scream of his name, your hands gripping him tightly and your legs flailing. “That’s it… cum for me..” He moaned feeling your hole flutter around him. His pace was getting sloppy as he chased his own orgasm. He pressed into burying himself inside you as deep as he could before he came. You moaned, feeling him cum inside you. It was so hot. Your eyes rolled back as you came again. He moaned feeling your pussy milk him for everything he had. Your body went limp as you came down from your high completely spent. You whimpered as Sukuna rocked his hips. “Not gonna pull out. We’re going to keep doing this until I know for damn sure you’re pregnant with my child. Hope you're ready for a long night~” He growled as you closed your eyes, unable to keep them open anymore.

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Devil!Sakusa x Fem!Reader

Happy Halloween!!! I hope you guys enjoy this. Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. Work doesn't leave me a lot of time to write and edit as much right now. Still hope you guys enjoy this <3 CW: NSFW, AFAB, Sacrilegious, Breeding Kink, Cult-ish(?), Degradation, Praising, Possessiveness, Cunniligus, Face Fucking, Dacryphilia. If I miss anything please let me know! Requests open! Wordcount: 3.2k Kiyoomi Sakusa was a man who got who and what he wanted with minimal effort. People want to be him and be with him and he was always happy to have a warm body in his bed. No one really expected a priest to have ill intentions towards the people he was supposed to be guiding. Both the men and women of his little flock were bewitched by him. But none could hardly ever refuse the devil himself and his temptations. Well at least he used to be able to say that. There was one person however who would always slip through his fingers and politely refuse his company. He wasn’t used to that sort of thing and it frustrated him beyond belief. After a moment there was a chuckle. “Hey Omi, what’s got your panties in a bunch~?” Sakusa rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Miya?” Atsumu smiled revealing himself. “Just came to see what you were up to. Never thought I’d find you sulking in your office.” “I’m not sulking.” He muttered. Atsumu studied his face for a moment. “Is that cute woman still avoiding you~?” He smirked. Sakusa clicked his tongue in annoyance, making Atsumu laugh. “So it is her. Still haven’t managed to fuck her yet. Damn…I never imagined the Devil’s tricks and guile wouldn’t work on some human woman. Bet I could fuck her before you could.” Sakusa narrowed his eyes in anger. The air swirling around him, dangerously. “Stay away from her Miya.” “Oooo~ Someone’s touchy. Have some plans for her?” “That’s none of your business. Have you done what I asked you to do? If you haven’t …get to it.” He barked at him. “You’re no fun, Omi.” Atsumu pouted at him before he disappeared. Sakusa got to his feet. He was going to get you. He refused to let anyone but him have you. He was a man who got what and who he wanted and you would not be an exception. You sighed softly as you cleaned up the pews. Your friend had volunteered for you both but ended up flaking out to go out with some guy. When the guy had shown up you got a strange feeling from him. It was the same feeling Father Sakusa gave you. The way he was eyeing you up and down with your friend standing right there hadn’t helped. There was something about the way his brown eyes stared at you that made it feel like he was staring into your soul. You shivered thinking about it before you went back to cleaning. You were sure Father Sakusa was around here somewhere and you had no intentions of being here alone with him. It was strange the instant he stepped foot in this church the air almost felt like it had shifted. Everyone was immediately hooked and fawning over him. The women talked about how handsome he was and the men seemed equally enamored by his looks and presence . However you avoided him. And you knew that he noticed it as well. He would always stare you down when you stood off to yourself while the others crowded him vying for his attention. It was like everyone was under a spell but you. You sighed softly. You were tempted to leave, but you didn’t want to abandon your friend here. Especially not with people like Sakusa around. You straightened up after a moment and looked around. You only had a bit more to go and you could get out of here. “Ah…I thought I’d heard someone.” Came a voice from right behind you. You jumped letting out a surprise squeak before quickly turning. You already knew who it was. He wasn’t dressed in his priestly garb. He was dressed in more casual clothes though they were neat and perfectly fitted to his body. “Ah..I was just finishing up.” “Hm..I see..” He said running a gloved finger along the back of the pew. He seemed pleased when the white glove stayed clean. “You’ve done a good job.” You nodded, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

“Ah..Um..glad you think so.” “Though I thought

that your friend was supposed to be cleaning today?” “She was here…but something came up.” Sakusa smirked faintly. “Ah…I see…Well I appreciate you staying to cover for her.” You nodded before you went to pack up the cleaning supplies and put them away. He frowned. “In a hurry?” He asked, sounding a bit disappointed. ”Ah well…” “I feel like you’re always avoiding me.” He said cutting you off. You swallowed nervously. “I don’t..” “I’d rather you not lie to me, little one..” He said, staring down at you. “Why don’t we sit and chat in my office?” He asked though it felt like it was more of an order than a question. You stood there not sure if you should run out of the church or follow him like he said. “Don’t make me repeat myself..” He called out to you. You shivered before quickly following after him, staring down at the floor. Your heart was racing inside of your chest at this point. You quietly followed behind him once at his office he opened the door letting you go inside. You sat down in the chair he gestured to. You felt your stomach sink when you heard the click of the lock behind you before he made his way to his desk. He stood in front of it not far from you and leaned on it. You found a particularly interesting patch of carpet to look at to avoid his sharp gaze. As much as something puts you on edge about him you still couldn’t help but find him incredibly attractive. You honestly weren’t sure which of those feelings were causing you more distress right now. “Look up at me..” You hesitated before doing as you were told. “I seem to make you nervous..” He noticed how stiff you were in your chair. “Why is that?” “Ah well…” You said softly as he carefully rolled up his sleeves and leaned forward slightly to look you in the eyes. Your mouth closed as you watched his movements. He blinked, pausing for a moment before smirking. “Careful…” He growled softly. You blinked wondering what he was talking about. “Now…what are you about to say?” “Well um..I- I don’t know…” You said softly looking down. “Eyes on me..” He said. When you looked up he smiled faintly. “Good girl.” Your breath hitched at the praise and you squirmed in your seat. After a moment there was a low growl. You blinked. Did he just growl? Sakusa ran a hand through his hair. He would need to have some control over himself. “Calm down..I can smell you from here..” He said, staring you down. You looked at him confused. “Do I…smell bad or something?” He chuckled. “Quite the opposite…in fact…If I were a lesser…I’d have you bent over my desk by now.” You stared at him, his words, taking a moment to process them before you sputtered. “W-what are you saying?!” Sakusa tilted his head slightly. “Do you need me to explain in a different way?” He said loosening his tie. You swallowed as you watched his hands undo it. You then looked up where he grinned his eyes on yours. You could’ve sworn they flashed another color briefly. “If I didn’t have any self control..I would have fucked you on my desk already..” You froze at that, brain malfunctioning for a moment. “Was that clear enough for you?” You swallowed, nodding a bit. You knew that he shouldn’t be saying things like this to you. This was completely wrong. He was a priest for God’s sake. You quickly got up out of your chair. “I-I have to go…! We shouldn’t even be having this conversation..” You said as you quickly went to the door to try and get it open. However just as you managed to get it unlocked a pair of hands pressed hard against the door. You hadn’t even heard him move. You shook as you were caged between him and the door. “Even though you’re trying to run...your body is saying something entirely different.” He whispered softly to you as he pressed his body against yours. You shivered as he pressed himself against you. “What do you want?” You asked quietly. “You.” He replied, his hand slowly trailing up your side. “We can’t do this here...does this not feel wrong to you?” You whispered. “You’re thinking too hard about this. What difference does it make where? What’s wrong with indulging now and

again..?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck. You shivered. “Why me? You could have any of the others…” You said trailing off as he wrapped a gloved hand around your neck, tilting your head back to look at him. “They’re not you are they?” He asked.” I don’t want them. I want you..” He said, pressing you against the door. You gasped softly, feeling his dick press against your lower back. “Will you let me have you?” He said grinding against you. He knew he had you. He could smell how wet you were. You stared up at him, licking your lips. While a part of you was screaming to get away from him there was another part screaming at you to give in. You were conflicted. Sakusa smirked faintly. He knew you were having a battle with yourself at the moment on what to do. “I’ll make you feel so good. Better than anyone ever has. All you have to do is say yes..” He whispered, his lips barely touching yours as he spoke. “Father Sakusa..” You whispered. “Kiyoomi…” He corrected you. “Please...I..” You trailed off. “Please?” He asked, pressing you to finish your sentence. Your face warmed. “Please make me feel good.” You said shyly. Sakusa grinned. “As you wish, princess..” He said turning you around before kissing you. You kissed him back pushing back those troubling thoughts from earlier. He pulled away before picking you up and walked over to his desk. He set you down on it carefully before kissing you again, nestling himself in between your legs. While Sakusa was normally one to take his time he was just much too impatient for you. He couldn’t wait to have you a crying, fucked out mess under him. It was a bit overwhelming. His hands and mouth were all over you. Kissing, biting, and touching any patch of skin he could get his hands on. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this..” he muttered before sucking at the side of your neck. He was going to make sure there was a mark left there. You moaned, gripping the front of his shirt. “Slow down..” You whimpered, making him chuckle as he pulled away. “I can’t make any promises on that.” He said softly, hands trailing up your legs, leaving goosebumps. He gripped the underside of your thighs pulling you to the edge of the desk before kneeling down making you squirm in embarrassment. He was so glad that most women who came here wore dresses and skirts. He pushed up your skirt. “Sakusa…” He looked up at you, eyes narrowed. “Kiyoomi…call me that again and I’m going to punish you.” Your eyes widened as you quickly nodded. “Yes sir..” You said quietly. He froze a moment before a grin spread across his face. “That’s more like it~” He quickly went back to what he was doing, kissing and biting your thighs before he pushed your skirt over your hips. You squirmed trying to close your legs. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl..” He said softly, eyeing the wet patch on your panties. You whined. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” He asked, teasing you through your panties with a gloved finger. You shook your head no, making him smile. “Perfect.” He mumbled smirking as he slid your panties down and off your legs. “You’re so wet…and I’ve barely done anything…” He muttered, running his tongue along your slit. Your thighs shook as he kept them open. “So sensitive..” He said kissing your clit. He looked up at you taking his gloved finger to his lips. He bit down on the glove pulling it off with his teeth before dropping it to the floor before doing the same to the other. You blinked a bit, never having really seen him without his gloves on. He spread you open watching as your hole clenched around nothing before he reached down to slowly slip a finger inside of you. You shifted at the uncomfortableness before he slowly pumped his finger inside of you before eventually adding two more. He grinned, speeding up and you moaned loudly and tossed your head back on his desk. “Too much…” You moaned. “Are you sure? Because this dirty little cunt says otherwise. It’s so loud and you're dipping down my wrist. So filthy, didn’t realize you were such a nasty slut..” He hissed out as you

clenched down on his fingers. You whined. “I-I’m not..” You started before he curled his fingers abusing that sensitive spot inside of you. “Oh god..I..” You gasped, clawing at his desk. “Cum for me…” He moaned before he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked hard. You screamed as your back arched off his desk and your legs shook. Sakusa hummed as he watched you, mouth and fingers working you through your orgasm. He pulled away after a moment, removing his mouth and fingers from your sex. Your chest was still rising and falling quickly as he leaned over you. Your eyes watched him as he licked his fingers before sliding them in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. “Hope you know I’m not done with you quite yet.” You swallowed nervously as you stared up at him. He grinned as he reached down, gently dragging his thumb over your lips. “Maybe I should start with your mouth...I’ll have to train your throat to take my cock after all..On the floor..” You blinked before did as you were told. You looked up at him shifting a bit as he undid his pants. You watched as he pulled down his underwear exposing himself to you. You froze watching as it bobbed in front of your face. The head was dribbling precum that was falling and landing on your face. It felt so hot on your skin. He grinned, rubbing it against your face. You flinched a bit as more of his sticky precum was rubbed onto your skin. He then pressed the tip of your cock against your lips. “Lick..” You slowly opened your mouth, giving little kitten licks to the head of his cock. He groaned as he watched you stare up at him. Wide eyed and innocent. He couldn’t wait to see you cry and beg for him. “Now open your mouth more..” He said as you did so and he slowly began feeding you his cock. “Watch your teeth now and suck..” He instructed. Your mouth felt so good. He was tempted to shove it all down your throat. He wanted to see you struggle to take him, but he knew he had to be careful. You did as he instructed you, sucking him, his hand guiding your head up and down his length. “Good girl...fuck..” He hissed as he picked up the pace, forcing more of himself into your mouth and down your throat. You moaned softly, placing a hand on his thighs to steady yourself. “That’s it...come on…you can take it all” He said as he fucked your face. Tears welled up in your eyes as he set a more brutal pace, making you gag and choke on him. “So good...you’re being so good for me…” He said grinning down at you before cursing your throat squeezed him. He quickly pulled you off watching as you coughed gasped for air. “Head back...gonna cum all over your pretty face..” He said as he pumped his cock fast and hard as he stood over you. “Gonna mark you with my cum...so others know you’re mine." He hissed as he came. Ropes of hot cum landing on your face and partially in your mouth. He groaned, leaning against his desk slightly. He smiled, staring at you. “So filthy…” He grinned as he took his thumb moving his cum into your mouth. He pulled you up to your feet, kissing you before he leaned you over his desk. “Are you ready~?” You were quiet as you stared up at the crucifix hanging on the wall in front of you. Sakusa grinned as one hand wrapped around your neck making you look directly at the crucifix as he rubbed his cock against your slit. “Are you worried about me fucking you here in front of him~? Don’t worry I’ll make sure he gets a good show.” He chuckled darkly, pressing his cock against your hole slowly sliding in. Your mouth hung open as he paused, giving you a moment to adjust. His hands moved to your hips before he thrust suddenly going balls deep inside of you. You moaned loudly, hands gripping his desk. You mewled as he rolled his hips, grinding against you. You whimpered. Sakusa grinned slowly, pulling out before slamming back in. The pace he began to set was hard and fast. His hand wrapped around your neck as the other teased your clit. You felt like you were going to cum already. “Oh my god..” You moaned loudly. Sakusa chuckled and stopped as he pressed his cock against

your cervix. “Not quite correct, but I’ll take it..” He said pinching your clit. It felt too good. Your vision was getting blurry with tears and you were drooling. “So pretty…” He muttered rolling his hips. He pulled out before quickly turning you around. “Wanna see your face when you cum..” He lifted your leg, hooking it over his forearm before he slid back inside you, stretching your walls. Your hands rested on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. You were so far gone you didn’t notice his eyes had changed colors. “You're mine…” You heard him growl. “And you’re gonna let me breed this tight little hole whenever I want, yeah?” When you didn’t respond he slapped your ass making you nod your head. “Yours all yours..” You moaned. He grinned. “That’s right. This nasty little cunt is mine…gonna let me put a baby in your tummy?” He moaned when he felt you clench down on him. “That’s my girl…come on squeeze down on me…make sure you milk me and take all of my cum.” He moaned. It wasn’t long after that you lost yourself completely cumming hard on his cock. Sakusa’s pace began to get sloppy as he continued fucking you. When he came he froze pressing against your cervix before biting down on your shoulder as he came hard inside of you. You whimpered feeling his cum filling you. When he pulled away he kissed his mark, holding you close to him. You could barely keep your eyes open. Though as your vision began to fade you couldn’t help but notice what looked like horns sitting atop of Sakusa’s head. You didn’t have time to dwell on it before your eyes closed and you fully drifted off to sleep. Sakusa grinned, chuckling darkly. Kiyoomi Sakusa was indeed a man who always got who and what he wanted and he would make damn sure that you would remain that way. His.

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