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veteran porn star satoru is one of the most popular alphas in the business. he's knotted so many omegas and betas that he's lost count by this point.
when he’s offered a project with a fresh alpha rookie, he’s a little surprised at first because he’s never worked with an alpha before but hey! there's a first time for everything. there’s no hole he can't knot, right? he’s the top dog alpha super star, after all.
besides, it's a fully free style video shoot, meaning the actors can improvise and do whatever they want as long as it isn't too extreme. it's satoru's favourite kind of shoot and he's pumped to give it a shot, grinning as he imagines all the fun he can have with this.
his confidence only builds up when he meets suguru. albeit being an alpha, suguru is so gentle and quiet, and satoru already knows it's going to be a piece of cake. he can knot suguru, no problem.
"i'm a huge fan, gojo-san," suguru says, when they're sitting side by side on the bed, waiting for the cameras to set up. "i've watched all your videos, every single one of them," he finishes with a shy smile, cheeks tinted pink.
"is that so?" satoru grins, the sudden ego boost from the praise going straight to his dick. "then, i hope you’re honoured because you're going to be my first alpha.”
suguru gasps, lips parted in awe, and it’s incredibly endearing. satoru grins, patting his back, briefly noting how long his hair is, how pretty. he clears his throat and continues. “let's put on a great show today, yeah?" suguru nods vigorously, eyes twinkling with excitement, and satoru thinks he looks a little bit like a puppy, all eager to please, to serve. god, satoru can't wait to absolutely wreck him.
"and action!"
satoru is quick to make the first move. he reaches out immediately, hand curling behind suguru's neck and pulling him into a quick kiss. suguru gasps, giving satoru the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in. he swallows the moans that spills from suguru’s mouth, smiling in triumph. but suguru soon recovers, his hands coming up to dig into satoru’s hips, tugging him forward and taking him by surprise, his eyes widening when suguru nips into his lipss, switching things around and sneakily invading satoru’s mouth with his tongue.
the kiss is wet and messy from the get go, sloppy but sensual. absently, satoru takes note of how good it feels to kiss suguru. it’s pleasant to have a partner on equal ground, a welcome challenge as they fight for dominance. besides, they're so perfectly in sync. every swipe of his tongue getting mirrored by suguru teasingly lapping into his mouth and sucking his tongue, chewing into his lower lip enough to make it sting. it's easy to get lost in the kiss.
satoru only notices that they've stopped kissing when suguru starts mouthing against his scent gland, nibbling at it and laving at the oil that secretes from it. he's slurping at it like a starved man, teeth gnawing against the patch of flesh until it feels swollen. satoru’s scent diffuses in the air, a sharp vanilla that’s so thick and intense that it’s embarrassing. he hadn’t realised he’d become so aroused.
the only saving grace is that he can smell suguru’s arousal too, thick and musky in the air. it makes something foreign coil in his gut, something that he’s never felt before during any of his previous shoots. he’s scared to dwell on it for too long. not that he has the luxury to do so. not when a sudden shudder wracks through satoru's frame, little prickles of electricity running down his spine.
he blinks, startled by the sensations that wash over him. it's the first time he's had someone kiss— more like devour – his scent gland and he feels rather overwhelmed. he blinks, suddenly feeling conscious of the cameras focused on them
what's he doing? he's making suguru— a total rookie — do all the work? wasn't he supposed to rock suguru's world and turn him into an even bigger fan? instead, he’s got completely carried away by suguru’s pace; how shameful!
satoru curls his fingers into suguru's scalp and tugs at his hair, enjoying how silky it feels between his fingers. suguru growls, low and guttural and fucking sexy and satoru pulls his hair again, before trailing his hands down and grabbing onto suguru’s shoulders. they’re broad, he observes. suguru seems to be a few inches shorter than satoru, sure, but he’s the broadest alpha he’s ever met by a long shot. his muscles ripple beneath satoru’s fingertips and it takes effort for satoru to remember what he was trying to do in the first place.
back in his right mind, satoru applies pressure and pushes suguru’s shoulders in an attempt to turn things around. he expects suguru to pull back and relinquish the reigns. but instead, satoru feels the world flip around him. suddenly, his back is flat on the bed, with suguru on top of him, straddling him between his thighs. his eyes go wide, fingernails digging into suguru's shoulders in an attempt to anchor himself.
what's going on?!
suguru, however, seems to be unaware of the turmoil raging inside of satoru. he's obviously having a blast, trailing kisses down satoru's neck, eagerly suckling at satoru's nipples as if he’s fucking trying to get the non-existent milk out, blowing raspberries on satoru's soft stomach, hands firm on satoru’s hips as he keeps him down. it's altogether too much. satoru’s senses are on overload. it’s as if suguru’s fingers are trailing fire along his skin, setting him ablaze in the best and the worst way. but a small voice in his head— a small, feeble voice— continues to nag at him, telling him this isn’t how things were supposed to go. he shouldn’t allow suguru to touch him like this, to dominate him so wholly.
now, satoru tries, he really does. he opens his mouth to lash out that suguru needs to quit whatever bullshit he's up and take a seat back so satoru can fuck him like the way the lord intended. because surely, this can't be right. satoru's the top dog alpha super star. suguru has no right treating him like a fucking omega— like his bitch.
but he realises, somewhere between suguru sucking his pathetically drooling cock and rimming his even more pathetically virgin hole, that he's been fully and totally reduced to a pliant pile of moans and whimpers and broken gasps, spine desperately arching towards suguru's touch and resigned to letting him do whatever suguru wants to him— aching for it even.
a heady mixture of shame and pleasure course through satoru's veins, tormenting him as suguru continues to have his way with him, pumping his lubed up fingers into him and stretching him loose. satoru makes a garbled sound when suguru’s fingertips graze against his prostate. it’s the first time someone’s playing with his hole. had he known how good it would feel, perhaps he would’ve done this sooner.
every moan that spills from satoru’s mouth only causes a new wave of shame to wash over him. suguru grunts, sweat beading on his brow, knuckles deep inside satoru, lips parted as he watches satoru's hole swallow his fingers in awe. he looks so turned on, so sexy that it's unfair . he’s just a rookie but he has satoru completely wrapped around his fingers, literally and figuratively.
with a defeated whimper, satoru clenches his eyes shut, hating the sight of suguru looming over him, hair cascading down like a midnight curtain, eyes dark and dilated with little specs of ember burning in their depths. satoru hates it all. he hates how he's so aroused by it all even more.
when he feels the nudge of suguru's scorching hot cock against his hole, his eyes snap open and alarm bells go off in his ears, deafeningly loud. he momentarily takes note of their surroundings for the first time since they’d begun. there are half a dozen lights focused on him and he vaguely catches the sight of a few staff members rubbing their half chubs not so discretely. the mortification hits him fast and he's about to push suguru away and stop things before it gets too late.
but suguru chooses that exact instant to slam in all the way, stretching him to his limit and beyond. the pain is sudden and unbearable and satoru yelps, shuddering in suguru's arms. suguru's cock is a monster, fatter than a deodarant can, abusing satoru's insides like a truck.
"hurts—" he gasps out, throwing his head back as suguru— gentle, soft suguru — starts to jackhammer into him, every thrust deeper and harder than the last. what's worse is that as much as it hurts, it feels so fucking... good . suguru's cock is slamming into him at all the right angles, god damn it.
satoru wants to scream and kick out… but he is physically unable to, helpless to do anything other than to simply allow the pain and the pleasure to take him prisoner. he comes at one particularly hard thrust, the orgasm making his vision blur at the edges. his cock squirts like all the omegas he’s fucked before, come spewing on his chest and on suguru. he lays there, shuddering as the orgasms slowly mellows out, even as suguru continues to fuck into him, eliciting a small dribble of come with each thrust. something swells in satoru’s gut and he’s startled to notice that he's now knotting the air, his cock red and swollen and simply pathetic as it trembles achingly from the cold daft in the room.
following in tandem, suguru's knot swells too. the pain is unbearable, excruciatingly so. like he's carving into satoru's insides, tearing him apart. but at the same time, he's pressing against that one spot that makes satoru come and come and come, knot and knot and knot, over and over and over again, until he's a drolling, twitching mess.
"i've always wanted to hold you like this, gojo-san," suguru whispers against his ear, even as he's filling satoru up to the brim, until his stomach is swollen and tender and his hole even more so. suguru nuzzles against satoru's scent gland. he nibbles into it, causing satoru come once again— fuck, how many times is he going to have to come before the shoot ends?! "i hope we get to work again soon," suguru says sweetly, like he doesn’t have his baseball sized knot pumping inside satoru at that very moment. “or maybe, we can do this outside of work, too?”
satoru nods, unthinking, too fucked out of his mind to really comprehend what suguru’s asking of him. he’ll give it some thought later, when he’s not drunk off suguru’s knot.
fuck, it feels like he's been run over by a shinkansen, stomach aching deliciously as suguru continues to pump into him, his knot deflating and leaving his cock twitching from oversensitivity even as he continues to come dry. he's a mess and he already knows he’ll be limping for 725 days after this.
but when he gets an offer the next day to shoot a new project with suguru, he accepts begrudgingly, appalled by the instant rush of hunger that blooms as he recalls everything that suguru had done to him. somewhere along the way, he’d already resigned to his new fate. he even meets up with suguru for dessert every now and then, outside of shooting hours, basking in the unadulterated adoration on suguru’s face, later wondering how someone who is so smitten with him can fuck him like a ragdoll. he tries not to dwell on how much he loves getting roughed up by suguru and bred full of his come.
well, if he thinks about it… being the top dog alpha super star and suguru's knot-sIut aren't mutually exclusive. he can work with that, he supposes.
fin