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"Where did you even find this couch?"
"I bought it!"
"That much is obvious, duffus."
"Hey now, do you know how hard I had to search for this bad boy? You'd be surprised to know that they're not that high in demand anymore."
The black leather underneath you shrieked in protest when you shifted on it in annoyance.
"Really Gojo?"
The white-haired target of your death glare wilted under it and pouted childishly "Now what happened to Satoru?"
"You don't get first name privileges when you're being ridiculous."
The knowing smile tugging on his lips made your cheeks feel warm. "But you like me when I'm being ridiculous~" Feeling your cheeks grow warmer, you huffed and looked away from his piercing gaze and crossed your arms.
"Besides!" and when you turned your head he was suddenly much closer, towering over your sitting form, your body temperature rising, flustered. "It adds to the atmosphere." he said lowly, a strand of your hair loosely curled between his fingers, his glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose, pools of crystalline blue staring back at you with so much intensity you felt your breath catch.
Why were you mad again?
Your lips parted but no words came out for a bit as your brain scrambled to find words while the cause of your mindfuck smirked knowingly at you, taking a mocking waiting stance. You loved and hated him.
"Is your sleazy act part of the atmosphere too?"
"Why, is it getting you worked up~?"
"Insufferable." You deadpanned, pinching his cheeks, his cries of pain music to your ears. He deserved this much at least.
He placed his hands over yours, pouting at your glowering face "You said you'd do it, I don't understand this sudden hostility to my person." he pried your hands off his abused cheeks making them cup his face instead. At your compliance, he gave you a grin that definitely didn't make your heart do a cartwheel in your chest.
"You're just too prepared. It's mildly unsettling. And questionable."
"Well~..." Ah, there was the Gojo Satoru signature smirk "I don't get a chance to film you like this often. Or ever for that matter." he hummed, his eyes practically undressing you even though the skimpy dress you were wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. "And since I'll be gone for a bit..." he pressed a kiss to your palm when your face fell in remembrance. "...I want a little something extra you know? How am I going to keep warm all those lonely nights with you?" he winked at you and you huffed out a laugh, averting your gaze and missing the soft look he gave you.
“And you’ve decided that a casual casting couch situation would be your ideal fantasy?” you scoffed playfully, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back on the couch. “Moreover, that stroking your dick every night will help keep you warm and less lonely?”
“Precisely! But babe do try to keep the degradation for when the camera is on.”
“Of course you’d get off to that.”
“Didn’t I tell you to wait?!”
You laughed and shook your head, finally feeling a bit more comfortable on this interior design crime of a couch. “Alright, ready whenever you are.” Satoru beamed and happily took his seat behind the camera, pressing the start button. It was somehow endearing how excited he looked and how serious he was about this.
“I see you’ve already made yourself quite comfortable there.”
“Oh quite.” You moved around purposely so the squeaky leather would screech.
Satoru covered a laugh with his hand before pressing his fist to his lips.
“And your name?”
“Already forgot?” you grinned at him teasingly “Damn I thought I’d be more memorable.”
“Since you’re here you must be.” He smirked at you and crossed his arms. “Got a boyfriend?” he asked cheekily.
“I have a pain in my ass alright.” You said bluntly. But (affectionately).
“And he won’t get jealous of you doing this?”
“I sure hope not, he’s the one that asked me.” You looked at him pointedly.
“Ah, so you’re doing this for him then?”
“I do charity work on occasion.”
He fucking chortled and you shrugged your shoulders proudly.
“How generous, how self-sacrificing!”
“Quite, quite.”
“But we need to see more as you’re aware.” He said and the way his voice dropped made a shiver run down your spine.
“Surely.” You stood up from the couch, ignoring the sound it made, focusing instead on the way his eyes zeroed in on your form. You feel powerful whenever he looks at you like that. To know how much he wants you.
You push the straps of your dress off your shoulders, easily slowly. As you went to reach for the zipper you stopped and turned around so your back was facing him. “Could the camera crew assist the talent a little?”
“Surely.” He mocked your previous words but he was behind you in nanoseconds, less time than it took you to pull your hair to the side. The zipper of your dress was pulled down painfully slow and then a soft kiss was placed on the middle of your back. You grinned, stepping in the middle again “Getting familiar already?”
“Oh, I’m plenty familiar.” He hummed lowly and you even felt the back of your neck flush. When he’s not acting like a 5-year-old, he can be dangerously attractive.
With a clear of your throat, you recomposed yourself, mentally getting back into the role. You pushed your dress down slowly, bending over to give him and the camera a nice view of your ass. His hitched breath was more than enough of a reward.
“Going commando on a casting interview? That’s awfully bold.”
“Not if you know you’ve gotten the job.” You teased back, kicking the dress off and gracefully turning to face the camera, your nude form on full display.
He can wear his glasses as high as he wants but you can’t miss the absolute hunger in his gaze as he looks at you. It only serves to make you wetter, your thighs pressed together tightly already. Maybe the situation was getting to you a bit too.
A smirk slowly grows on his face.
“I love your confidence babe.” He stands up and goes around the camera, appearing at your side. “I’m sure you can tell what comes next.”
“Some rough idea.” You grin at the way his hands find their home on your hips, how cute his need to touch you is. The longer this goes on, the more you crave his touch too. “What does the director wish of me?”
“Oh so much.” He rasps, pressing you to him and burying his head in your neck, mouthing kisses on the soft skin there. You sigh contently, wrapping your arms around his neck (even though he’s built like a damn tree ). “Couldn’t keep up the character anymore?” you tease gently, leaning your head back to give him more room, his affection keeping your body warm and the pool of want in your tummy heated.
“Mhmm, I got what I wanted. Mostly.” He nips at a sensitive spot on your neck and you gasp delightedly. “What’s missing then?” you hum, running a hand through his white locks. With a final kiss on your collarbone, he looks down at you.
“Want to make you cum on my fingers. You always make the cutest faces when I’m touching you like that~.” You blushed and turned away from his amused gaze “Hmm~? Finally showing some shyness?” he grinned wolfishly, trying to meet your eyes. You huffed, avoiding looking at him and closing your eyes “Fine fine, we’ll do that.” You mumbled, hurriedly taking a seat on the couch, the sticky feeling between your legs feeling more pressing the longer he teases you.
The following weight of your boyfriend on the couch made your blush deepen. “Where did all that confidence go, hmm?” he grinned at you, pressing his side to yours while you focused on getting your face back to a normal color.
“Still in here. ” You mumbled and let out a small breath, collecting yourself and then meeting his gaze. “Gonna get on with it yet?” you challenged him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Oh just about now.” He beamed at you, easily pulling you on his lap despite your surprised squeal. Here, pressed against him, you in the nude and him still fully clothed, you couldn’t ignore the pull of want in your core, the way you were probably staining his pants right now instead of the couch.
“Perfect.” You hummed, happily leaning against him once you settled in your position, one of his arms around your waist and another one splayed on your thigh. “Do your worst pretty boy.” You ground your hips back on his, the feel of his hard cock in his pants making your pulsing heat even wetter as if to prepare itself for him to enter you.
But there will be time for that later, not now.
He hissed in your ear, biting on your lobe “Don’t be a brat.” He warned, the hand on your thigh gripping your thigh possessively. “Give me what I want then.” You reply easily.
“Ask nicely.” He tutted and you just about had enough with him.
“Please Toru!” you almost whined, grinding back against him “Finger me, please. Make me cum.”
A hot kiss was pressed to the side of your neck “See how good you can be when you want to?” He said lowly in your ear, hand dipping between your thighs easily, his fingers locating your clit with practiced ease and rubbing it in small tight circles. You gasped and your hips instinctively bucked into his hand but his arm around your waist held you down. He was playing you as if he had something to prove and when he’s in that mood, you cum very very quickly.
“T-Toru…” The feel of his hand was heavenly, his clever fingers working you expertly, your legs spread wide so he could capture each moment. A whimper left you involuntary when he dipped his fingers into your dripping heat momentarily to slicken them, his friction against your clit now smoother, quicker.
Blessedly, he finally pushed a single long finger inside you shallowly thrusting, a relieved moan leaving your lips. It wasn’t long before he added a second one, your cunt dripping around them unabashedly, further staining his poor pants. His slow strokes in you deepened with every movement of his, your sounds slowly increasing in their volume as your pleasure grew.
“Faster.” You mumbled drunkenly, resting your head on his shoulder, body temperature further rising when you felt his soft lips descend on your neck. “Please.” At your cry, he sped up his pace, his fingers pistoning in and out of you and you had to let a louder cry out.
“Yesyesyesyes… “ you slurred, trying your hardest to grind against his fingers, only minuscule movements allowed due to his grip on you. Your breath fanned out in front of you as he drove you higher and higher, your peak oh so close but just out of reach. “Good girl.” He praised lowly in your ear and you almost lost it.
In your attempts to grind against him, you managed an angle that made the heel of his hand brush against your clit and you saw stars for a blissful second. “There there” you gasped, trying to do it again but thankfully Satoru mercifully ground the heel of his hand against your pulsing clit, his fingers settling into a slower but harder pace.
But it was perfect. With every single stroke, the knot in your tummy was coming apart, pulling tighter and tighter. You gripped his arm around you tightly and moaned his name loudly when your peak hit you, stealing your breath away with it too.
It felt never-ending, his fingers continuing their maddening pace through the aftershocks and the tiny spasms going through your body. They were taking you even higher, so much pleasure that it bordered on pain. Tears beaded into your eyes.
“Toru-“
“You can do it baby, c’mon, give me another one, just like this.”
You whimpered shakily, your thighs trembling as they threatened to close, to keep Satoru’s hand there for more for longer, you held them open with all your might. The knot in your tummy wanted to snap again and you feared the intensity of it. After 2 more strokes, it came inevitably, a shaky cry sang into Satoru’s ear and your hips free(er) to grind against his hand in completion. He let you ride this one out, before he pulled his fingers out and eagerly popped them into his mouth, moaning as if you were the sweetest thing he had tasted.
You locked eyes with your lover, the fire in you still not burnt out and you were sure his was far from being extinguished.
“Time for the main course, pretty girl.”