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Bruhhhh. I read this just as I woke up and it left me so fucking hit and bothered. 😭😭😭😭 I legit di my chores and was in the middle of watching a movie when I realized I still had yet to come back to this and I just want to say I am not the same person I was 1 fic ago fucking hellll what the fuck.

You say a quick prayer to the Mother as you gaze at the moon, praying for your sister’s safety during her pregnancy; praying that this one would carry to term and that the Seven would bless your sweet niece Rhaenyra with a little brother or sister.

ARRYN READER?! you had me at this honestly. I have not yet read an arryn!reader fic and it's so girlie pop refreshing we love to see it

She better than me. I simply would have jumped him again

As per usual, though, your ever-observant husband was one step ahead of you. His toned arms wrap around you and pull you up, until you’re sitting in his lap, your legs on either side of his muscular thighs as you straddle him, balancing yourself by holding onto the rim of the tub as his hands remain on your waist, “It is the prince, is it not?” He asks slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving your own.

First of all [obscene noises], second of all HES SO BIG DICK ENERGY SUCH A DADDY SUCH A GIVER CUZ WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS IT THE PRINCE HELLO

“Husband,” you gasp, eyes squeezed shut as you mewl into his neck, the lavender scent of your bath oils filling your lungs, “Oh, Gods!” You moan, your aching bud catching on the head of his cock.

FUCKING hell fuck

“I imagine I shall see Prince Daemon in the training yard today,” he had softly cooed, a warm hand tenderly caressing your cheek, “If I do, I shall speak with him about our…offer. See what he says.”

😭😭😭😭😭 HE SO JDJDJDJDKSKSKSKKSKS I WOULD SUCK HIS DICK LIKE YOURE GONNA GET ME THE PRINCE FOR MY BIRTHDAY FUCK I WOULD PAY TO SEE WHAT THEY TALKED ABOUT FUCKKKKKK

What if he thinks me perverse?

🧍‍♀️ bestie. That men bred not 1 but 2 of his nieces

You know this is nonsensical — [...]

YEAH calm ur tits

“Konir sagon ñuha gaomilaksir,” a deep, smooth voice answers from behind you. You gasp, whipping your head around just in time to see Daemon step into the courtyard, dressed in his familiar dark metal armor, Dark Sister hanging from his belt, “Ñuha riña.” He nods simply. (That would be my job.) (My lady.)

THE WAY THIS HAD ME SCREAMING (CREAMING) AHHHHH

“To ride Syrax!” She giggles, “She’s getting big and the keepers say she is almost ready!”

🥺🥺🥺 my baby girl. My baby girl

“Nothing to worry your pretty head about,” Daemon chides, shaking his head with a small smile, “Just some news from the council, nothing that would be of interest to you,” he continues quickly, waving his hand dismissively before nodding his head to the old stone archway that leads back inside the Keep, “I need to speak with your aunt quickly, run along to the dragonpit. I’m sure Syrax would appreciate a treat before we begin training.”

HES SO COCKY AND FULL OF HIMSELF. I NEED TO BE FULL OF HIS COCK

“Ser Harwin approached me earlier this morning in the yard,” he starts, eyes sweeping over your body like a predator eyeing its prey, “Vēttan nyke iā jiōragon.” He smirks, watching you blush under his gaze. (He made me an offer.)

I WANT TO KNOW I WANT TO BE A FLY ON THE WALL SO FUCKING BAD. HE MADE ME AN OFFER GOT ME LIKE

(I am legally obligated to say that I fucking hate this gif but love it so much every time I use it it's so fucking horrible and hilarious I loathe it HAHH)

“Consider this my agreement,” he says proudly, gaze straying to the neckline of your gown, “I’ve been asked to arrive at your chambers at the hour of the owl,” his lilac eyes meet yours once again, “Is this acceptable, naughty girl?”

GNAWING AT THE FUCKIN BARS OF MY FUCKING ENCLOSURE HELLO?????

“There’s no need to be so formal,” he chides, reaching forward to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, “Certainly not with the way we’ll be so intimately acquainted later this evening,” he steps back again, still smirking, “You may call me Daemon…or sir.” He adds, noting the way it makes you squirm.

HES SUCH A LIL SHIT SUCH DIPSHIT ENERGY IM GONNA WRECK IT

“Ser Harwin,” Daemon drawls, looking your husband up and down as he strides into the room, cocky as usual. Finally, his eyes land on you and you can’t help the small fizzle that takes hold in your belly at the way he stops suddenly in his tracks, his eyes glazing over as he looks you over, “My lady,” he says softly, nodding at you as he stalks closer to where you stand, feet still planted firmly in the carpet, “Ȳdra daor ao jurnegon gevie.” (Don’t you look beautiful.)

NSJJSNDJSKSKSN IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR REQUOTING YOUR ENTIRE FIC BACK BUT THE IMAGE OF DAEMON WALKING IN FUNDAMENTALLY SAYING SUP BRUV & HEY BEAUTIFUL IS SO FKDKKDNSNSNSNSJ

“He says I am beautiful,” you tell your husband, translating the Valyrian for him, an act that is second nature for you now.

KSJJSSJS I LOVE HOW THEY LOVEEEE MDKDKSNJSJSKSJSJ NAURRR 😫😫😫😫😫

“Oh, hush,” the prince dismisses, prying his hand from Harwin’s grasp with a tsk, “She’s enjoying it, naughty little thing.”

“You told me, yes,” Daemon interrupts, giving your husband a pointed look before shifting his gaze back to you, “However, it is her nameday. I believe she should get to decide.”

HES SO SASSY I WANT TO KNOW HOW HARWIN PROPOSITIONED HIS FUCKING WIFE TO HIM PLEASEEE

At that remark, Daemon looks at you with great interest, making your cheeks heat up as Harwin helps you remove your robe, draping it over a nearby chair. He turns around quickly when he hears you gasp, only to see the prince laving his tongue over your nipple again, mouthing at it through the paper thin lace of your nightgown, as one of his hands busies itself with your other breast, palming at it desperately; his other hand visible through the thin material of your gown as his fingers tease at your center, brushing through the slick folds with practiced ease.

Just as your husband's fingers speed up within you, Daemon traces tighter and tighter circles around your eager bud, his mouth growing more insistent on your breast as he teases your nipple with his tongue and teeth, sucking it harshly into the warmth of his mouth.

DONT MIND ME I JUST HAVE TO REQUOTE ALL THE SCENES THAT MADE ME CREAM MY PANTS

“What a naughty, dirty girl,” the prince teases, fingers only leaving your bud once your legs had started to twitch from the overstimulation, “Peaking over the fingers of two men,” you whimper as your husband carefully removes his fingers from you, face flushing when he immediately takes them into his mouth, licking off the evidence of your arousal, “No better than a common Flea Bottom whore.”

🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡YES SIR WHATEVER YOU SAY SIR THANK YOU SIR SORRY SIR

“She is a good girl,” Harwin corrects him, hands lovingly stroking over your body, “For peaking exactly when I commanded her to. Such a good, obedient girl.”

I WOULD CREAM MY PANTS HES SUCH A GIVER HES SO SOFT HES SUCH A SOFT DOM I WOULD GIVE HIM 100 BABIES

“Please…” you start softly, finally finding your voice, “Please, husband, sir, please may I have my nameday spankings?”

SCREAMMINNGGGGGGGGGGGG SHE LIKE ME FRRRR SHES SO ME WHO IS THIS DIVAAA

“Pretty little cunt,” Daemon quips, smirking when he hears you whimper as he spreads your cheeks apart, hands gripping you hard enough that there are sure to be fingerprint sized bruises, “Wetter than the Narrow Sea.” He remarks, chuckling as he runs a thumb over the slit of your heat, marveling at the way your slick remains connected to his thumb by a thin thread for a second as he pulls his hands away.

“N-no,” you say tearfully, taking deep breaths to calm yourself, “I want to, please.”

SHES SO ME A FULL BLOWN MASOCHIST

Harwin has Daemon pushed against the wall next to the bed, one of his forearms pinned down across his chest to hold him back; Daemon looks enraged, his teeth bared as he stares down your husband, “Unhand me, Strong.” He growls.

I WOULD CRY BUT ALSO TOUCH MYSELF BUT ALSO CRY AND CREAM MY PANTS AND SO MANY EMOTIONS BIG DICK HARWIN COMING THROUGH

Daemon whimpers.

DAEMONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN FUCKIN GGG HEELLL DAEMON MY BRAT SUB HES SO ME I WOULD NOT MAKE IT I WOULD MOAN AND BEND OVER AND BEG AND

He’s quiet for a second more before a teasing, nearly sinister smile slowly spreads across his face, “She likes being spanked, you say,” he starts, putting more pressure on Daemon’s throat, “And you, your grace, like being choked, don’t you? Nothing more than a common Flea Bottom whore, right?”

GAGGGEEDDDDD JAW ON THE FLOOR HARWINS SUCH A GOOD DOM HARD DOM STERN DOM SOFT DOM I NEED HIM PLS FUCKING HELL

You’ve never heard your husband use that tone before, so deep and threatening, it makes your thighs clench, a soft breath escaping your lips.

GIRL YOU AND ME FR MOVE OVER IM TRYNA GET RAILED BY FUCK AND FUCKER

“Come now,” Harwin shoves him a little, just enough to make him jump, “Answer properly.”

Me and daemon, except one of us is more in denial I wonder who it is:

��Such a lovely, precious girl,” he grunts, his eyes nearly black but still shining with adoration, “Gods, princess, you’re perfect like this.”

NFJDNDNDN I LOVE THE DEGRADATION NEXT TO THE PRAISE I THINK IM PREGNANT WHAT

“Seven—“ Daemon chokes, hands gripping your waist enough to bruise. You can’t help but ruck your hips against him, your bud dragging deliciously against the barely there hair on his chest, “Fuck you, Strong.” He grunts, legs twitching as Harwin meanly squeezes at his length.

IM SAYIN DAEMON MOVE THE FUCK OVER IF YOURE NOT GONNA GET YO ASS FUCKED I WILL

“Please, let me fuck your pretty wife,” Daemon sighs, his hands coming up to cup your breasts, making you gasp and rut your hips against his stomach again, “Please, ser.”

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 head empty no thoughts I think is should be stuffed somewhere else

The man below you groans, the wild look returning to his eyes as you start bouncing more frantically, “Fucking perfect,” he grunts, wrapping an arm around the small of your back and pulling you down to him, your chests pressing together, “Perfect, wet, fuck, wet little cunt.” He groans into your neck, hands gripping at your ass again.

MMMM GOOODDD SOUPPPP AM I BEING SO SI ANNOYING GOOD

“Ooh, she’s getting close,” Harwin observes, lightly tugging at his length as he watches you come undone atop Daemon, “Don’t you want her to soak your cock?”

Literally creaming

“Aren’t you going to ask my permission?” Harwin teases, smirk spreading across his face at the frustrated groan that leaves Daemon. “You need my permission to make her peak,” your husband says, his gravelly tone making you shiver as you lose yourself, “Beg for it.”

SWEATING SO MUCH IM SO HOT AND BOTHERED AND HANDMSKNSNSN HELLO

He laughs, kissing the top of your head, “You need not thank me, princess,” he says tiredly, his choice of pet name making your heart skip a beat, “The pleasure was mine.”

FUCKKKKKKKK DAEMONNN SCREAMING

“Fuck her,” Daemon says suddenly, his eyes scanning over Harwin, “I wish to see her break.”

JAW ON THE FLOOR YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME WHAT HE FUCKING SAID

“Fuck,” he grunts, rutting into you as you squirm beneath him, “I swear to the Seven you feel better every time.” He praises, looking down at where his cock disappears into you, marveling at the way your cunt shines in the light of the many candles placed around your chambers.

WHAT IF THIS EAS MY LAST STRAW IM LITERALLY TOO FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD I MAY BE OVULATING THIS MAY BE WHY IM SO AFFECTED BY THIS HELLO

A second later, he is leaning down again, his lips nearly connecting with yours as he spits into your waiting mouth, sharing Daemon’s seed with you.

When I tell you I SCREAMMMED well I've been screaming but NDKZJNDNSNSNNSNSMSKNS FCUUKFN SUCJNCNDMMDMXUJ DNDNSNSS BARKKINGGGG I WISH I COULD PUT A MEME BUT IM ON MOBILE AND I HAVE ONE LAST CHANCE

“Yes, yes, yes!” You moan in time with each of his thrusts, nodding your head wildly as you thrash within his grasp, pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

She's so me 🫦💅😋

“Watch as I claim her,” he commands Daemon, tangling a hand into his silvery hair, pointing his gaze exactly where he wants it — where the two of you connect, “Watch as I breed our princess.”

“Vaogenka riña,” Daemon drawls, his hands grasping one of your legs, massaging the muscle of your calf as your foot rests delicately on the center of his chest, “Taking pleasure from watching your husband with another.” (Dirty girl.)

I never said I was more than a hole

Daemon kisses you, much sweeter than he had before, “Hen rhinka, dārilaros.” He smiles, picking you up by the backs of your legs, making you squeal with laughter as he carries you over to the tub, sitting on the edge with you on his lap as Harwin prepares the bath, just the way you like. (Of course, princess.)

This was so self indulgent I may have to reread this because fuck and I don't like rereading stuff cos my brain isn't wired like that but fuckkkkkkkkkk FUCKKKKKKKKKKK AND ITS 11K WORDS BUT ITS NOT DRAGGING AT ALL FUCKKKKKK it so good lobotomy me rn

Hour of the Owl

summary: there's only one thing you want for your nameday and your sweet husband is more than happy to let you have it

pairing: dom!harwin strong x sub!reader x switch!daemon targaryen

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors go away!), afab reader, reader is described as having some targaryen features (white hair, lilac eyes) but no other physical descriptors are mentioned, threesome, oral sex (f & m receiving), handjobs, piv sex, brief spitting, cum play, brief breeding kink, choking, spanking, daemon ignoring the rules, fingering, breast/nipple play, hair pulling, facesitting, very brief mention of miscarriage (world building only, does not directly affect the reader), praise kink, degradation, aftercare included, some fluff, "good cop/bad cop" trope, hair pulling, creampie, bi!daemon and harwin (they're at least experimenting asdfgh), daemon whimpering!!! i repeat, daemon whimpering!!!

word count: 11.8k (genuinely HOW)

a/n: this is dirty, y'all, i won't lie. this is filthy, filthy stuff. there's literally about 7.2k words of just pure smut here. gird your loins, this one is a wild ride. godspeed.

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A soft breeze blows through the sheer curtains of your chambers, filling the room with the scent of the sweet smelling flowers your older sister had planted in the gardens of the Red Keep a few moons prior. You busy yourself with removing the countless delicate golden pins your ladies had stuck in your hair that morning, silvery hair pooling around your shoulders as you undo braid after braid. Finally, you run your fingers through the last one, lost in thought as you walk out onto your balcony, your feet bare against the cool stone floors.

You sigh as you lean against a stone ledge, looking out over the many fires and torches that light Kings Landing each night, spread out below the Red Keep like a field of stars. You say a quick prayer to the Mother as you gaze at the moon, praying for your sister’s safety during her pregnancy; praying that this one would carry to term and that the Seven would bless your sweet niece Rhaenyra with a little brother or sister.

You smile as you hear the heavy wooden door to your chamber opening, practically skipping to the door as Harwin slips inside, already unbuckling his leather armor.

“My love!” You call happily, giggling at the exaggerated groan he makes as you thud into him, practically attacking him as you wrap your arms around him, “I missed you!” You whine playfully, breathing in his scent as you bury your face in his chest, your cheek pressed against the tunic he wears.

“I missed you too,” he laughs, his hands hooking under the backs of your thighs as he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his middle. He walks you over to your large bed and gently sits you down on the plush fabric, “My sweet little wife,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning around and striding over to the mirror leaning against the wall next to your wardrobe. “What meanness did you busy yourself with today, I wonder?” He questions, smiling adoringly at you over his shoulder.

“No meanness,” you smile, eyes scanning his muscular body as you watch him unbuckle and untie his leathers and tunic; you bite your lip when he finally pulls the tunic over his head, eyes scanning his bare back, lightly tanned with various scars and bruises from his training. You feel a heat building in your belly at the sight of him, which only grows stronger when he turns to face you once more, your eyes roaming over his strong chest and stomach, covered in dark hair that disappears beneath the tops of his trousers. “I simply assisted Aemma in choosing decorations for the princess’s upcoming nameday celebrations,” you start, standing from the bed and making your way over to Harwin, watching for a second as he struggles with the knot at the top of his trousers before you finally push his hands away and begin pulling at the strings yourself, “Then I aided her in welcoming some new maids, worked more on my needlepoint, and responded to the letter from our mother.” You shrug, finally pulling the ties free before returning to the bed.

“A busy day indeed,” he smirks, running a hand through his curly hair as he stalks toward you, “Mine was much the same; we started training the new recruits today.”

“My poor husband,” you pout, sitting on your knees at the edge of the bed, “Working so hard.” You coo, aching between your thighs as Harwin places his hands on your waist, feeling his warmth through the thin, nearly translucent Myrish lace of your nightgown. You press a soft kiss to the middle of his chest, the hairs there tickling your lips, before you bring your hands up to his shoulders and begin kneading the skin there, massaging around his neck and shoulders.

He groans appreciatively, letting his eyes slip closed and his head tilt back as he allows himself to savor the feeling for a moment; your sweet hands, so small and delicate compared to his, still send shivers down his spine. He can’t help but think of the first day he saw you – you had looked so ethereal stepping out of your family’s carriage in the courtyard, draped in a fine silk dress in the sky blue color of House Arryn’s coat of arms. You had arrived the day Princess Rhaenyra was born and had made King’s Landing your home ever since.

He had been fond of you from that moment forward, offering to give you tours of the Keep and personally escorting you anytime you ventured from its walls. He had known you for nearly eight years and in all that time, he had yet to find a single fault with you. Were it up to him alone, the two of you would have been married within a week, although you had always joked with him that those were the exact sorts of thoughts you’d expect from the foolhardy teenage boy he was at the time. Eventually, your families finally came to a marriage agreement, Lord Rodrik Arryn pleased with the promise of you one day inheriting Harrenhal with Hawin. He smiles, thinking back to your wedding day, in disbelief that it was nearly a year ago now.

Finally, he opens his eyes once more, finding your mesmerizing lilac ones already gazing back at him. “You are so handsome,” you breathe, fingers tangling in his hair as you lovingly smile at him, “The most beautiful man in all the kingdoms.”

He captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his arms holding you tightly to him, wanting to feel as much of you pressed up against him as possible. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet smells of the oils you use in your baths, “And you are positively divine, my sweet love,” he murmurs, pulling back to gaze at you once more as he twirls a silvery strand of hair between his fingers, “The Seven have truly blessed me with the most heavenly of creatures.”

You blush, lying back on the bed as he kicks off his trousers, his entire form finally bare to you. Your eyes roam his tanned skin appreciatively as you lean back against your pillows, fingers fiddling with a tie at the front of your dressing gown.

“Would you do me the honor of joining me in the bath, my lady?” he asks, reaching out a hand to help you up from the bed.

“Oh, I would be honored, my handsome knight,” you joke back, kissing his cheek before the two of you make your way over to the bath, separated from the rest of your chambers with a decorated screen you’d gotten from a trip to Dorne many years ago.

You quickly undress, draping your gown over the screen, as Harwin steps into the bath with a hiss, “Seven Hells!” He curses, wincing as his skin adjusts to the water, “Did you have your maids retrieve this water from the belly of the Dragonmont itself?”

You snicker, gently easing yourself into the water at the opposite end of the tub, “After all this time one would think you would know how I take my baths, husband.”

He simply rolls his eyes, finally lowering himself into the rest of the water with a pained groan, much to your amusement, which earns you a splash. The two of you laugh together for a moment and you tell him all about the various decorations you’d chosen for Rhaenyra’s nameday as the two of you quickly wash. Finally, he beckons you over, resting his arms on the rim of the bath as you settle yourself against him, curling into the side of his long, burly body as you lay your head on his chest, creating swirly patterns in the hair on his chest with the point of your finger as you finish describing the decadent flavors you and Aemma had chosen for the cake.

“Speaking of namedays,” he begins, chuckling as he hears you groan, “A certain someone’s nameday is a mere two days away and she has yet to tell me anything she wishes for.”

“I’ve told you,” you start with a sigh, peering up at him, “How am I meant to wish for anything when you spoil me so?”

“I do not spoil you!” He admonishes, a guilty smile tugging at his lips, “I simply give you all that you deserve for being such a sweet little wife.” he teases, punctuating each word of the pet name with a kiss to your forehead and cheeks, making you giggle – his favorite sound in the world. You lay in a comfortable silence for a moment, still tracing various shapes and patterns onto his chest before he speaks again, his voice soft and questioning, “There must be something you long for, my love. Anything you want, simply name it.”

You stay silent for a minute longer, pondering exactly how to voice your thoughts. There was something you wanted, or rather someone — Daemon, the king’s younger brother. Like Harwin, he had caught your eye quickly when you’d first arrived at King's Landing. According to Aemma, Viserys had even been considering betrothing the two of you for a time; though your sister had put a quick stop to that, she had never been the Rogue Prince’s biggest fan.

Yet, still, there was something about him that simply drew you to him, something intriguing in the way he moved, the way he spoke. You loved your husband, more than anything else, but Daemon was…tempting, you couldn’t lie.

You look up at Harwin, still silent as you stare into his soft brown eyes, before looking away again, unsure of how to even broach the topic.

“Husband,” you start, worried he is upset with you, “You must unde–”

“I understand, my little love,” he soothes, pulling you closer to him, relishing the way your breasts press against the firmness of his chest, “You need not explain it to me,” you rest your head on his warm chest, your face buried in his neck, “Lust for him does not do away with your love for me, I know this.” He confirms, gently carding a hand through your hair.

Even with his reassurance, you remain silent for a moment still; this is new territory in your relationship – never before had you seriously considered the possibility of sharing yourself with another, your husband so adoring and protective of you that you never dreamed he would entertain the thought.

“You…wish to share me in this way? Truly?” You question, heart skipping a beat when you feel his cock beginning to harden between your legs.

“I admit I was wholly against the idea at first,” he starts, his calloused hands slowly running up and down your thighs, half-submerged in the warm water, “I am still not thrilled that the object of your desire is Prince Daemon,” he laughs, teasing you, “Of all the knights in all the seven kingdoms, you pick him.” He jokes, his chest vibrating underneath you as he laughs.

“Harwin!” You gasp to hide your own laughter, though you know the cheeky smile tugging at your lips gives you away, “Please, be serious!” You reprimand, playfully slapping at his chest.

“I yield, I yield,” he laughs, holding his hands up in surrender. Eventually, the two of you settle down once more, a quiet calmness descending over you, “But I see the way you look at him,” he smiles, indicating that he isn’t upset when he sees worry cloud your soft features once again, “Very different from the way you look at me…only lust. And I see the way he looks at you,” your head shoots up at this, a soft blush creeping over your cheeks at this knowledge, “Lust, yes, but also a certain softness,” his hands come to rest on your hips once more, gently rocking your slick heat against his length, “Like you are something sacred to behold.”

He finishes finally, taking pleasure in the way you shudder against him, small whimpers and whines escaping your lips as your bud is dragged up and down his cock, his hands gripping your waist so tightly there are sure to be bruises in the morning.

“He should look at you in that way,” Harwin grunts, thighs bending under the curve of your rear as his knees come up out of the bathwater, giving him more leverage to rut against you, “Like you are, fuck, like you are something divine.” He groans into the hair at the crown of your head, big hands coming up to cup your breasts, thumbs swirling against your sensitive nipples, “You are, my love,” his words come out in breathless, broken gasps, “Divine, sacred, a gift sent straight from the Seven.”

You nod wordlessly, whines and moans getting caught in your throat as your hands roam over the firm planes of his chest, lips busying themselves against the column of his throat. No further words are needed between the two of you, a common understanding being enough for now as your bodies press closer together, nearly melding into one beneath the warm, sweetly scented water.

Golden morning light shines in through the sheer curtains of your chambers as you busy yourself with dressing for the day, your maids flitting around you as they button, tie, and lace you into your dress.

Harwin had left much earlier than you, already strapped into his leathers before the sun rose above the horizon. Just like every other morning, he had gently kissed you awake to let you know he was leaving, telling you he promised to be safe when training and that he would see you at supper. Unlike every other morning, however, he had added, “I imagine I shall see Prince Daemon in the training yard today,” he had softly cooed, a warm hand tenderly caressing your cheek, “If I do, I shall speak with him about our…offer. See what he says.”

At the time, you had simply mumbled sleepily, head too clouded with sleep to truly process his words. Now, though, you could not keep from wringing your hands with worry, fidgeting uneasily as your hair was pinned up, half your hair braided and wrapped up into a bun at the crown of your head, the rest left to cascade down your shoulders like a pearly waterfall.

Your maids finally finished, leaving you in your chambers with your still steaming breakfast, which you could only bring yourself to pick at, the nervous knots in your stomach keeping your appetite at bay.

What if he thinks me perverse? You worry, staring out at the morning sky, watching as puffy clouds blow in from the winds of Blackwater Bay. You know this is nonsensical — if even half the rumors of Daemon’s various appetites were true, he had no justification to call you of all people perverse. What if he tells everyone? You wonder, halfheartedly sipping at your tea, but even this you know was absurd. He was brash, incredibly rude at times, but the prince knew when to be discreet, and if he truly gazed at you in the way your husband claimed, you had no doubt he would keep your secret.

After exhausting your list of worries, you finally stand up from your small breakfast table, intending to find Aemma and ask for her to accompany you on a walk through the gardens.

You make your way into the hallway, winding your way through the various passages of the Red Keep in your search for your sister, saying polite thank you's to anyone wishing you a happy early nameday.

“Auntie!” You hear a small voice call behind you as you step out into the Godswood, the stoic face of the weirwood tree there peering at you from under its canopy of red leaves. You turn on your heel, smiling brightly when you see Rhaenyra running at you at full tilt.

You scoop her up at the last second, grunting a small “Oof!” as she barrels into your arms, “If it isn’t my favorite little niece!” You chirp brightly, her small arms hugging around your neck, “What wickedness are you up to?”

“Training!” She answers, excitedly squirming in your grasp, perched atop one of your hips.

“Training?” You question with exaggerated interest, “Whatever for?”

“To ride Syrax!” She giggles, “She’s getting big and the keepers say she is almost ready!”

“How exciting,” you nod, setting her down before crouching before her, “She is growing quickly indeed,” you add, motioning for her to turn around before you begin braiding her hair, the same pale shade as your own, “Are the keeper’s training you as well?”

“Ñuha dārilaros,” you nod in return, quickly finishing Rhaenyra’s braid before standing and turning to face him, “I trust the morning has found you in good spirits.” (My prince.)

“Oh, it has indeed,” he says, eyes flashing with mirth as he smirks at you, his head cocking to the side, stands of pale hair contrasting against the dark metal covering his chest, “Eman ryptan mirri udir, ñuha riña.” He drawls. (I have heard some news, my lady.)

This catches Rhaenyra’s attention, her Valyrian lessons clearly paying off as she gasps excitedly as she bounces between the two of you, “What news? What news?”

Rhaenyra nods happily, twirling a small yellow flower around in her hands as she practically skips from the courtyard, singing, “A treat for Syrax, a treat for Syrax!” as she disappears down the hall.

“Ao jorrāelatan naejot ȳdragon lēda nyke?” You question once Daemon returns his attention to you, politely clasping your hands together. (You needed to speak with me?)

“Gōntan ziry?” (He did?)

“Konir sagon paktot,” he continues, voice nearly patronizing as he slowly paces around you, circling you like a shark in the water, “He says you want me to fuck you.” He finishes, coming to stand before you once more, a proud smile on his face once he sees the shock on yours. (That’s right.)

“Iksis bisa drēje?” He asks once it becomes clear you don’t know how to respond. (Is this true?)

“Kessa.” You say simply, inwardly wincing at the wobble in your voice, though you try your hardest to appear confident. (Yes.)

Daemon snickers, “Naughty, naughty girl,” he tsks, shaking his head teasingly, one hand casually perched on the hilt of his sword, “He tells me I’m meant to be your nameday present; quite the honor, I must say.”

“Mērī lo ao agree naejot se jiōragon, ñuha dārilaros.” (Only if you agree to the offer, my prince.)

You flush deeply at his nickname, only used to sweet praises from Harwin, “That is most acceptable, my prince.” You nod.

“Very well…Daemon.” You tease, feeling proud when you see his eyes widen just the slightest bit.

“Perhaps this sweet little kitten has claws after all,” he smirks, eyes looking you up and down once more, “Very well,” he says with a nod, “I’m needed at the dragonpit, but I shall be seeing you and your husband later this evening.”

“Hen rhinka.” You nod as you watch him leave, your entire body relaxing, releasing unrealized tension, as soon as his back disappears from view. You allow yourself to breathe for a few moments, standing in the silent courtyard as your heartbeat returns to normal, before you leave, once again going to try and find Aemma, or really anything else to keep yourself occupied until the evening. (Of course.)

“I promise, sweet girl,” Harwin says, watching from the small sitting area in your chambers as you pace back and forth across the stone floor, “I told him all he would need to know. About you, about what you like, all of it.”

You nod, half listening, as you walk back and forth, feet bare on the large, plush fur rugs that cover the floor in front of the fireplace. The warmth of it on your skin was usually a welcome feeling, although tonight you only felt overheated. Outside, the sky was dark, the sun having set quite a while ago. King’s Landing once again sprawled out like a sea of stars beneath the Keep, mirroring the stars in the black sky overhead, the bright light of the moon reflecting off of the waters of the bay – the hour of the owl was drawing close.

“We do not have to do this if you’re having second thoughts, my love,” he says, standing and striding over to you, “If you wish, I will simply tell Daemon to fuck off.” He jokes, chuckling as you relax in his arms.

“I do want to!” You sigh, tilting your chin up to peer up at him through your lashes, “I’m simply nervous, I suppose. We’ve never done anything like this before,” you bite your lip, looking away from him as you resume speaking, “Honestly, I’m still shocked you agreed to it at all.”

“I want to share you,” he shrugs, pressing a comforting kiss to the top of your head, “Show off what’s mine.” He says lowly, chuckling when he feels you shiver against him – he knows very well that his possessiveness gets to you.

Suddenly, a knock sounds on the thick wooden door of your chambers, making you jump, which makes Harwin chuckle as he stands to open it; he had dismissed the guard that normally stood at your door in the evening, insisting that he take the night off. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you merely stand in front of the fire, nervously fidgeting.

Your husband gives you one last look, his eyes questioning; you nod to him, signaling that it was okay, that this was truly what you wanted, and he opened the door.

“He says I am beautiful,” you tell your husband, translating the Valyrian for him, an act that is second nature for you now. “Kirimvose.” you say, trying your hardest to keep your voice from trembling. (Thank you.)

Daemon comes to stand in front of you, his eyes searching yours for a second, looking for any hesitation you suppose. When he finds none, he hooks a finger into the delicate ribbon tied around your waist, the one keeping your silk dressing gown shut; again, he catches your eyes, and again you suppose he must find what he’s searching for because suddenly he’s pulling the bow there undone.

“She looks ravishing all the time,” your husband said, his breath fanning over the back of your neck as he seems to materialize behind you, rough hands skirting up your arms before coming to rest at your shoulders, “The most beautiful creature.”

“A beautiful creature,” Daemon agrees, his hands, not as rough as Harwin’s though still battle-worn, settling on your hips as he looks at your body appreciatively, his light eyes growing darker by the minute, “And a naughty thing.” He finishes, smirking when he hears a small, barely there whimper escape your lips.

“Is she?” your husband asks, gathering all your hair over one shoulder, exposing one side of your neck before he kisses you there, relishing the sigh he gets in return. You gasp as one of his hands comes up to cup your breast, warming your skin through the thin lace of your nightgown, “She’s such a good, obedient girl.”

You lean back into Harwin, your back against his firm chest as he kneads your breast, sending sparks flying down between your thighs. “Only bad little things fantasize about being taken by two men.” Daemon practically growls. Your eyes are only half open but you still don’t miss the look he gives your husband over your shoulder, nor do you miss the way the brunette subtly nods against the column of your neck. You moan when Daemon’s lips finally press against your own, his mouth soft and warm, tongue already licking into your mouth.

The motion presses you further back against Harwin, pressing his half-hard cock into the small of your back, the feeling making you near dizzy with lust as you realize that he truly wanted this just as much as you. Daemon’s tongue eventually wins its battle for dominance and the two of you kiss for a moment longer, the only sounds in your chambers being being yours and the prince’s lips moving together as your husband kisses, licks, and bites along your neck, causing you to mewl softly into Daemon’s waiting mouth like a puppy.

“Are you a bad girl, sweet little thing?” The prince growls against your jaw as he finally separates his lips from yours, trailing kisses down the opposite side of your neck.

When you neglect to answer, too caught up in the men’s attention, Harwin suddenly palms at the plump flesh of your rear, roughly grabbing and squeezing it enough to have you whining, “I believe Daemon asked you a question, my love,” he chucked, his other hand pulling down the neckline of your nightgown, nearly ripping the delicate lace, to reveal your breast, “It would be rude not to answer.”

“Gods!” You moan, sucking in a breath when you feel the blond’s lips wrap around your exposed nipple, his teeth teasing at the sensitive, peaked skin, “I-I’m a good girl!” You gasp, your fingers carding through silky hair, the same silvery shade as your own, “Harwin says I-“ You start, only to be brutally cut off as one of Daemon’s large hands wraps around your throat.

“Harwin may claim what he wishes,” he sneers, nose touching yours as he speaks, “But to me, you’re nothing but a lovely whore.”

You gasp, having never been called such a thing before. A part of you knows you should be offended, yet you can’t help the way your thighs squeeze together at his harsh treatment, knees nearly buckling beneath you.

Your husband tenses behind you, his kisses freezing on your neck before he lifts his head. Narrowing his eyes at Daemon over your shoulder, he grabs his forearm and pushes his hand off of you, “You are not to speak to her in that manner,” he growls, jaw squared, “Nor handle her so harshly. We discussed this earlier.”

“Oh, hush,” the prince dismisses, prying his hand from Harwin’s grasp with a tsk, “She’s enjoying it, naughty little thing.” He nods his chin at you, noting the blush on your cheeks and the way your chest is heaving.

Harwin’s eyes shift to yours, his hand tilting your chin up as he peers at you. Before he can speak, though, the large bells at the top of the Keep begin to chime, signaling the hour. Once, twice, all the way up to twelve. Finally, the hour of the owl had arrived, and with it your true nameday.

“Well, well,” Daemon drawls, abandoning you and Harwin to perch at the edge of your bed, helping himself go to the pitcher of wine sitting at your bedside, “You know, the girls in Flea Bottom have quite the… interesting nameday tradition.” He smirks, studying you and Harwin with amusement as he takes a sip of wine.

“What is it?” You ask, pulling your husband behind you as you approach the bed, accepting a glass of wine from Daemon. Beside you, Harwin shakes his head, glaring at the other man.

“We talked about this. I told you that I would be taking the lead–”

“You told me, yes,” Daemon interrupts, giving your husband a pointed look before shifting his gaze back to you, “However, it is her nameday. I believe she should get to decide.”

“Decide what?” You inquire, looking between the two men.

“Who will be giving you your birthday spanks, naughty girl.” The blond smirks, gazing at you appreciatively, “One for each year you’ve graced the realm with your presence.”

You looked back and forth between the two men again, Daemon looking at you as if you were a piece of prey, a prize to be won, and Harwin looking at you concerned, as if you were a precious treasure in need of protection. You deliberate for what feels like a long while in your mind – on one hand, Daemon was new and exciting, but you also knew of his unpredictable nature; on the other hand, Harwin was comfortable and safe to you, but wasn’t the entire point of this endeavor to branch out?

“Can…” you begin hesitantly, looking back and forth between the two men, “Can both of you do it?”

“I think that can be arranged, my sweet girl,” your husband says huskily, excited at the promise of exploring this particular act with you once more, “Why don’t you be a good little girl and kneel on the bed for us, hm? On all fours, as you normally do.”

He can’t help but admire you for a short moment, cock hardening at the soft blush that settles across your cheeks, the way your chest heaves as you gasp with pleasure, tits bouncing as you writhe against the other man’s hand. Finally, he comes out of his reverie and strides to where you and Daemon stand, taking his place on the other side of your body.

He begins toying with you once more, guiding your mouth to his while his hands roam over your curves before one finally settles on your breast, the one unoccupied by Daemon’s tongue. His tongue battles with yours as his palm gently squeezes your breast, fingers teasingly pinching at your nipple, causing him to groan in satisfaction once you start mewling in the way he loves. His other hand joins the prince’s at your core, two of this thick fingers teasing at your opening, “Fuck,” he groans, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, “So wet, my love.” His fingers slide into you with a practiced ease, knowing exactly what you like after having spent nearly a year taking you apart on a practically daily basis.

They crook up perfectly, rubbing against that spot within you with the perfect pressure and accuracy. If there was one thing Harwin was determined to perfect from the moment you were officially declared his in the eyes of gods and men, it was bringing you pleasure in greater amounts than you’d ever thought possible. He couldn’t help the satisfied smile that spread across his bearded face as the sounds of your whimpers and whines grew more and more desperate, telling him once more that he was successful in his mission.

“Getting close, naughty thing?” the blond asks teasingly, lilac eyes peering up at yours as he continued stimulating you.

You nod frantically, whining as Harwin begins tracing his lips down your jaw, right to that spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy. “Let go, princess,” he husks, the tips of his fingers zeroing in on that small rough patch within you, “Give us your pleasure.”

You can’t help the noise that leaves you, a loud, desperate, whining moan that would leave you horribly embarrassed at any other time, but right now you don’t have the ability to care. The ministrations from the two men, along with the utterance of the one pet name Harwin only dared utter in private, send you tumbling over the edge. You feel your knees buckle, although you aren’t worried about falling, too dumb with pleasure to think but still reassured that two pairs of strong arms will surely hold you steady.

Fireworks explode behind your eyelids as you feel your center contract around your husbands fingers; the two men groan when they hear the slick sounds pouring out from between your thighs multiply nearly tenfold as your peak takes you, soaking Harwin’s fingers and wetting Daemon’s hand.

Again, Daemon’s words send a shiver up your spine, the knot that had just come unraveled in your stomach tightening once more. “She is a good girl,” Harwin corrects him, hands lovingly stroking over your body, “For peaking exactly when I commanded her to. Such a good, obedient girl.”

Your head spins at their words, head swimming as one man degrades you, clearly gaining pleasure from the way his teases and rude remarks affect you, while the other praises you so lovingly, proud at way his tender words affect you so after months of perfecting them, learning exactly which phrases drive you to madness and fully exploiting them.

“Are you ready for your sweet spanks, my good girl?” Harwin asks, brown eyes shining with love.

You nod breathlessly, still leaning on both men for support. Beside you Daemon chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Ask for it properly, naughty girl.”

“Ask us, sweetling.” Harwin nods encouragingly.

“Please…” you start softly, finally finding your voice, “Please, husband, sir, please may I have my nameday spankings?”

Daemon growls lowly in his chest, satisfied at you finally learning your place and addressing him the way he feels he deserves, “Get on the bed.” He commands easily, leaving no room for backtalk or questioning.

Blessedly, your sweet husband still sees fit to help you arrange yourself on the edge of the bed, taking your shaky legs into account as he helps you move. You’re indeed kneeling on all fours, your legs tucked up under you as your feet dangle off the bed, your ass in the air, though still covered by the lace of your gown.

You feel the air shift behind you as they move, both standing behind you still but Harwin to the left and Daemon to the right. The one of Daemon’s hands strokes down your back, you can feel him leaning over you as he trails his hand down from the very top of your shoulder blades all the way down to the small of your back, right where the curve of your ass starts; you can hear him hum appreciatively. His other hand drags up the back of one of your thighs and slowly, he slips his fingers under the hem of your gown. He pulls it up over your ass, letting the soft, silky fabric pool in the dip of your spine; your walls clench around nothing when you hear both men groan behind you.

“Gods,” Harwin breathes, rough fingers lightly tracing over your skin, “You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

“Ready, princess?” Harwin murmurs behind you, hands soothing where Daemon had grabbed you.

“Please!” You nod, hands gripping the furs spread across the bed.

Suddenly, a hand comes down on the left side of your ass, harsh but not overly painful; you whimper at the impact, walls clenching from the pleasant sting left behind. Harwin. You were sure of it – the two of you had only experimented in this way a scant few times but enough that you knew the feel of his blows.

Again, a hand comes down, this time making you jerk as a palm strikes the right globe of your rear. A sharp cry leaves your lips, back bowing for a second before the same hand is pressing harshly at the small of your back, “Keep that back arched, naughty little thing.” Daemon hums.

Harwin gives you a moment to breathe, a gesture you appreciate very much, before striking you once again. Again, you mewl as you feel the welcome heat spread across your skin. You turn your head, burying your face into the soft furs beneath you, only to practically inhale the wolf pelt there as Daemon brings his hand down again, making you gasp. Another cry leaves your lips, louder and harsher than the last as tears pool in the corner of your eyes, some already leaking onto the coat. The right side of your ass practically feels as if it’s on fire, the sting so harsh it makes your ears ring.

“That’s two,” Daemon taunts, smiling wickedly as he sees an outline of his handprint already blooming on your ass, “So many more left to go.”

Harwin leans over you, brushing the hair from your face, brows furrowing with concern when he sees your tears, “Are you alright, my love?” He asks, smoothing a hand down your back, “Do you wish to stop? We don’t have to continue.” He reassures you, smiling lovingly.

You shake your head, determined to see it through – determined to impress Daemon, really. “N-no,” you say tearfully, taking deep breaths to calm yourself, “I want to, please.”

“Don’t be so modest,” Daemon cuts in, gripping your cheeks harshly once again as he spreads them, tugging them somehow further apart than before as he clicks his tongue, pleased, “You love this,” his hand wetly smacks against your slit, making you whine as Harwin further soothes you, glaring daggers at the prince, “Little cunt’s soaking the bed.”

Your husband knocks his hands away, the ferocity of it making you gasp and peer over your shoulder, “We’ve discussed this,” the brunette hisses through his teeth, knuckles white as he grips Daemon’s wrist, “You will not handle her in such a manner, we agreed on this.”

“Oh, please,” the prince huffs, rolling his lilac eyes as he jerks his arm from Harwin’s grip, “She’s enjoying it, see?” You don’t have any time to react before his palm is once again smacking against your flesh, harder than the previous two hits combined. Your vision swirls, eyes stinging as tears blur your sight, a scream ripping its way from your throat as his hit shoves you further up the bed. You feel as if your entire lower half is radiating with pain, ears ringing once again.

There’s some commotion behind you, though it takes you a few seconds to get your whits about you enough to turn over, grimacing as the tender skin of your rear brushes against the pelts, ones that normally feel so soft now digging into your skin like dozens of little thorns. When you do finally clear your eyes, rubbing the tears away, your mouth practically falls open at the sight before you.

Harwin presses him down harder, chest heaving with anger, “You dare harm her,” he mutters, his other fist clenched at his side, “We trusted you for this and you harm her!”

“She fucking liked it!” Daemon retorts, struggling against your husbands strength — although strong in his own right, he had nothing on Harwin, “Go look at her fucking cunt, it’s soaked! She loves being hit!” He positively seethes, nodding his head toward you.

The brunette sneers, lip curling up in disgust as the other man continues to squirm in his grasp. You watch, worried, as the hand not pinning the prince to the wall shoots up and roughly grips Daemon by his throat, forcing his head back.

Daemon whimpers.

The world seems to stop in a single breath, the three of you staying quiet and still. Your eyes are wide, not believing the small sound you heard, but there was no mistaking it. Harwin seems just as shocked as you, taking a half step back from Daemon as soon as he hears the noise.

You’ve never heard your husband use that tone before, so deep and threatening, it makes your thighs clench, a soft breath escaping your lips.

The small sound seems to remind both Harwin and Daemon that you’re still there and their heads whip toward you. They remain silent for a moment but then your husband smiles, looking between you and the prince with a mischievous smirk.

Harwin leads Daemon over to where you sit on the bed until both men are standing in front of you once again, the blond in the front with the brunette behind him, one hand holding his arms behind his back while the other remains wrapped around his neck. There is still a fire in Daemon’s eyes, though it’s merely a simmer now instead of a blazing inferno; you can’t help but be reminded of a tamed animal, of the dragons in the dragonpit — so much wildness choosing to be contained.

“I think you need to apologize,” Harwin starts, pushing Daemon forward until his legs hit the side of the bed, the two of them towering over you, “For hurting our lady, hm?”

Your breath catches at his choice of words, our lady. You watch as Daemon nods, his eyes half closed, glazed over by some kind of fog, his breathing slow and calm, as if he’s in a trance.

“Come now,” Harwin shoves him a little, just enough to make him jump, “Answer properly.”

“Yes….” Daemon whispers, hardly able to get words out around the grip Harwin has on his throat.

“Yes what?” Your husband asks slowly, words spoken through clenched teeth, his lips right next to the prince’s ear.

Daemon sighs, his shoulders sagging as any fight that remained in him seemed to vanish, “Yes, ser.”

“See?” Harwin teases, patronizingly tapping him on the cheek, “You can be good.” You see Daemon shiver at that.

Leaving Daemon to stand at the side of the bed, your husband bends down and kisses you softly, “You still desire this?”

You nod, looking deeply into his eyes as one of your hands cards through his curly hair, “Yes husband,” you whisper, “More than anything.”

“Stand.” Harwin commands simply, and you obey, coming to stand beside Daemon. “You,” your husband snaps, motioning at the man standing next to you, “Strip and lie down.”

Daemon does as he says, with no fuss for once. You can’t help but admire the way he moves as he removes his tunic and pants, his movements still so fluid and graceful despite the haze he seems to be in. After a moment, his clothes lie in a pile on the floor as he takes his place on your bed, laying on his back, half hard cock lying on his stomach, already leaking and flushed.

“Good.” Harwin praises simply, though you see Daemon’s brows flutter with pleasure. “My love,” he addresses you, giving you a gentle kiss, “Let me?” He asks, gesturing to your nightgown. You nod with a smile, letting him undress you. “Perfection,” he groans once you’re bare before him, dark eyes roaming your body.

“I want you to do something for me, princess,” he says, leading over to the bed, motioning for you to kneel on your knees next to Daemon.

“What’s that?” You ask, looking from your husband to the prince.

Harwin grabs your waist, much gentler than Daemon had ever touched you, and you can’t help but whimper, loving the way he manhandles you into position. Before you know it, he has you hovering over Daemon’s face, your entire body flushing as you realize what he wants.

“Sit.” He says lowly, letting you drop onto the prince’s waiting mouth.

“Oh!” You say in surprise, your thighs clenching around Daemon’s head. Immediately, you feel a rumble beneath you, making you whine as you realize he’s groaning with contentment as his tongue meets your aching heat. “Gods!” You gasp, hips moving of their own accord over his lips as your fingers tangle in his pale hair, causing him to groan more underneath you.

You pant, humping against his face like nothing more than the wanton whore he claimed you to be, mewls and whines escaping your lips constantly as your eyes squeeze shut.

You hear Harwin shuffling next to the bed and open your eyes, peering over your shoulder and shivering at the sight of your husband undressing, his muscular body on full display for you. Finally undressed, he turns to you, stroking his cock as he stalks toward the bed, eyes scanning over your body.

“Is he making you feel good, my little love?”

“Yes, sir!” You pant, nodding frantically. The bed dips under his weight as Harwin kneels on the bed next to you, his free hand coming up to palm at your breasts, thumb teasing over your nipples before he pinches them, humming appreciatively at the way you squirm atop Daemon.

“Good,” Harwin chuckles, leaning over to mouth at one breast while his hand continues teasing the other, “He must atone for earlier.” He finishes, letting go of his stiff cock to slap at Daemon’s thigh, making the man below you jerk and moan, his hands gripping at your rear tighter as his cock twitches against his abdomen.

You gasp, surprised by both the slap and the way Daemon’s lips seal around your bud in response, sucking it into his mouth and teasing it with his hot tongue as your hips grind down harder, “Oh, Gods, fuck!”

Beside you, Harwin stands on the bed, bending to kiss the top of your head, chuckling at the way you cling to him for support. “Shh, little sweetling,” he soothes, standing up straight, the sight of his cock making your mouth water as he fists it in front of your lips, “I have something you can occupy yourself with.” He teases, moving closer to you.

Smiling up at him, you softly lick the tip, pride swelling in your stomach at how much the slit is already leaking. You wrap your lips around the head, suckling softly as one of your hands untangles itself from Daemon’s hair to stroke the rest of Harwin’s length. You mewl around him as the prince continues feasting on your slit, plunging his tongue inside of you, deep groans vibrating through you every time he feels your walls clench around the muscle as he fucks it into you.

Slowly but surely, you take more of your husband into your mouth, eyes watering when he hits the back of your throat. He groans above you, half lidded eyes keeping contact with yours as he gently strokes his hands through your hair.

“Such a lovely, precious girl,” he grunts, his eyes nearly black but still shining with adoration, “Gods, princess, you’re perfect like this.”

Your husband’s sweet praise pushes you closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach growing dangerously tight as you rut against Daemon’s mouth, his tongue zeroing in your bud as he feels you moving more and more determinedly against him, his eyes rolling back in his head at the way you taste.

“Are you getting close, sweet girl?” Harwin asks, gently fucking his hips into your mouth.

You nod around his length, eyebrows furrowing together as you stare up at him pleadingly. Blessedly, your sweet husband can never bear to make you wait very long.

“Find your peak, my love,” Harwin huffs as he strokes his length, “Cover him with it.”

As always, you do as he commands. The knot in your belly finally snaps once more and you moan above Daemon, practically crying at the way each wave of your orgasm crashes over you, sending shivers down your spine. The prince slurps noisily below you, savoring your release as his cock twitches, leaking heavily onto his stomach.

“Ah!” You cry, hips twitching as Daemon’s tongue persists against you, only stopping when you lift yourself off of him and settle back onto his chest, “Seven Hells.” You breathe, your wet slit pressed tightly against the center of Daemon’s chest.

Harwin once again kneels on the bed and you peer over your shoulder, eyes widening as you see him swipe a finger through the pool of of arousal leaking from the flushed head of the prince’s cock, where it rests against his stomach, bringing it to your lips for you to suck off, which makes the man below you groan.

“Seems he wants something,” Harwin teases, “Shall we let him have it?”

“Please, sir,” you whine, nodding pathetically at the chance to finally sink onto Daemon’s cock, “Let him, please!”

“Aww, sweet thing,” Harwin coos, tenderly caressing your cheek, “Thank you, although you are not who I wish to hear from.”

At that, you can feel Daemon squirm beneath you, a determined set to his eyes, “Forget it.” He shakes his head, hands tracing over your curves.

“Really?” Harwin asks, reaching behind you and grabbing Daemon’s aching length, stroking him slowly, making the prince’s body go rigid as he practically whines beneath you, “You don’t want to feel our lady’s sweet little cunt on your cock?”

“I don’t think it’s me you want to fuck,” your husband taunts, shaking his head, “I know you want it, know you want to have your way with my little wife,” you can tell when Harwin begins stroking Daemon’s length again as the man underneath you tenses, his muscles pulling taut, “Simply ask nicely and you may have her.”

You watch Daemon for a moment, studying the pained look on his face, his jaw still clenched and determined. You know he won’t do as your husband commands, still too proud no matter how true Harwin’s taunts are. So, you take pity on him, unable to reign in your own desire either. Bracing your hands on his chest, you move yourself back along the length of his torso, coming to hover over his stomach just above where your husband continues teasing at his length.

Leaning down, you gently kiss along Daemon’s jaw until your lips are positioned just under his ear, “Tell him what he wants to hear,” you implore, your breath tickling his pale skin, “I want it as badly as you, please my prince, please just do as he asks.” You beg, rutting your hips against his firm stomach.

Daemon opens his eyes finally, dark with desire as he looks at you, watching as you nod encouragingly, your own brows set in a pleading furrow. Again, the prince sighs, his body deflating, “Please,” he starts, his voice barely a whisper at first, growing louder once you dip your head down and begin teasing his neck, “Please let me fuck her, let me please her.”

“Let you fuck who?” Harwin teases, finally releasing Daemon’s cock.

“Please, let me fuck your pretty wife,” Daemon sighs, his hands coming up to cup your breasts, making you gasp and rut your hips against his stomach again, “Please, ser.”

“That wasn’t so difficult, hm?” Your husband chuckles, making himself comfortable at the head of the bed, his back against the plush pillows. He fixes you in his dark gaze, muscular arms folded over his chest, “Ride him. Tame our dragon, sweetling.”

Our dragon. Again, his words make you shiver and you nod wordlessly, sliding further down Daemon’s lithe body before your center, dripping and aching, is finally positioned over his length. Once more, you look down at the prince’s face, his silvery hair spread in a halo around his head; he’s breathing harshly, his cock twitching against your center as he gazes at you, the animalistic lust in his eyes replaced with a glimmer that makes your heart twist — you’ve seen the same one in Harwin’s dark eyes time and time again.

Before you have time to dwell on it, Daemon’s hands grip your hips, pushing you down slowly. Both of you groan, his length stretching you deliciously. You brace your hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin as your hips sink lower and lower, cursing as he’s finally pressed inside you completely, his cock filling every inch of you as your walls pulse around him.

“Fuck,” Daemon grunts, his hands gripping at your waist and hips as his eyes roll back, “Tight little cunt, so good.” His hands suddenly grip your ass, making you whimper and grind yourself against him at the feel of his rough hands against your still tender skin.

You can’t help the moans and whimpers that escape your lips as you begin rocking in Daemon’s lap, angling your hips in a way that causes his head to brush against that spot deep within you, the one that makes your head spin. “Gods, shit!” You can’t help but gasp at the way he feels inside you, his cock stretching you nicely — not as wide as Harwin’s but just a hair longer, filling you to the brim.

“Does he feel good, my love?” Your husband asks, causing you to open your eyes and look over at him. You nod as you meet his eyes, the brown almost totally taken over by blackness as he relaxes against the pillows, eyes sweeping up and down your body as he watches you grind yourself atop the prince, “How does she feel, your grace?” He addresses Daemon.

You whine at the feel of his lips and teeth on your neck, your hands tangling in his hair. You whimper when you feel him bend his legs behind you, his thighs pressing against your bum; your whimpers turn to sharp cries as he begins thrusting up into you, spearing you down onto his cock over and over, the head nearly kissing your cervix as he does.

Your cries rise in volume the closer you get, your thighs tensed against his movements as the knot in your stomach tightens, your walls clutching at his length. You gasp as one of his hands comes up, abandoning your ass to wrap lightly around your throat, only holding it instead of squeezing. His movements make your bud rub against the small thatch of hair at the base of his cock, sending sparks throughout your body.

“Ooh, she’s getting close,” Harwin observes, lightly tugging at his length as he watches you come undone atop Daemon, “Don’t you want her to soak your cock?”

“Gods,” Daemon groans, feeling the way your walls keep getting somehow tighter around his cock. He pants as he moves his hips faster, punching his length into you relentlessly, savoring the way you gasp and moan into his mouth, “Yes, yes want it.” He groans brokenly, spiraling toward his own release as well.

This time, thankfully, Daemon does not protest, both of you too desperate. “Fucking hell,” he hisses, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, “Please, fuck, please I need to make her peak, please!” He huffs, pressing his forehead against your own, staring deeply into your eyes as he grabs at any flesh of yours he can reach.

“Very good,” you do not miss the way Daemon shivers at Harwin’s praises, “Make her come undone.” Your husband commands.

At this, one of Daemon’s hands buries itself between your two bodies, fingers frantically seeking out your bud and rubbing tight, wet circles into the sensitive flesh. Within seconds, you unravel, light bursting behind your eyelids as you cry out, fire igniting in your veins. Your walls pulse around Daemon’s cock as you cry out, your whole body shaking as your release flows over you in waves.

Even through the blinding pleasure you can tell Daemon is teetering on the edge, savoring your orgasm before he allows himself his own. Harwin can tell too and his smirk grows, a devious idea coming to mind, “You cannot finish inside her,” he growls, shaking his head at Daemon, “That is mine and mine alone.”

The prince curses, his eyes squeeze shut as he manages to lift you up, pushing you back to sit atop his thighs as one of his hands comes up to strip at his cock a scant few times before a low, rumbling growl settles in his chest. A second later, he jerks suddenly, abdomen contracting as he finishes over his fist, pearly cum dripping onto his stomach, some of it shooting onto your chest and torso as well, making you gasp.

The two of you breathe heavily as you collapse forward onto his chest, your tired muscles unable to hold you up; you whimper softly at the feel of his seed on your stomach, one of his hands stroking over your hair. “Thank you.” You sigh.

He laughs, kissing the top of your head, “You need not thank me, princess,” he says tiredly, his choice of pet name making your heart skip a beat, “The pleasure was mine.”

You feel the bed shift beside you before a pair of lips descend upon your back, kissing up to your shoulder. Your husband pushes your hair back and you smile up at him shyly. “You are truly perfection, my little love,” he smiles, “Has our dragon tired you out?”

You shake your head, reaching out for Harwin, “I want you,” you breathe, letting him flip you onto your back until you’re lying next to Daemon, “Please, take me, my love.” You beg, grabbing onto every part of Harwin you can as he positions himself between your legs.

“Fuck her,” Daemon says suddenly, his eyes scanning over Harwin, “I wish to see her break.”

You shudder at his words, your core clenching at nothing, making you whine. Harwin shushes you lovingly, running his length through the slick still dripping from your center. “Shh, I will give you what you want, sweet one,” he says as he pushes his head into you, already deliciously stretching you, “As I always do, always will.” He grunts, sinking into you.

Your eyes flutter, his cock still stretching your walls, causing your center to ache beautifully, your back arching on the furs. “Gods,” you breathe, moaning as Harwin bends down to lick into your mouth, your hands grabbing at his thick shoulders, “You feel so good inside me.”

He chuckles into your mouth before leaning back up, brown eyes gazing down at you adoringly, watching your chest bounce with every frantic breath you take as his hips finally press against yours. Groaning, he grabs at the backs of your knees, your legs bending as he pins them back, nearly folding you in half.

The two of you move together for many moments, slick sounds from your center making you blush as you lose yourself in Harwin’s strong thrusts. He knows exactly how to unwind you after this much time together, and he wastes no time in doing so, a proud smile on his face as he feels your muscles tensing underneath him.

“Close already, pretty girl?” He asks, his curls tumbling wildly as he moves. You nod, words catching in your throat as you clench around his thick cock.

Beside you, Daemon, who has been watching with dark eyes all the while, slowly strokes his length, his other hand resting on your throat once more, his own breath growing more ragged each minute.

Harwin’s gaze shifts to him, his thrusts speeding up as he looks over the prince’s lean figure, “Up,” he commands, motioning for Daemon to stand next to him, “Watch as I claim her, see her in the way I do.”

Again, Daemon listens without a fight, rising from his place next to you as he comes to stand at the side of the bed, shoulder to shoulder with Harwin as he continues pumping at his cock, breathing heavily as he stares at the place where you and your husband connect.

Harwin bends down suddenly, the motion pulling his length from you and causing you to whine — though that quickly turns to a sharp gasp when you feel his tongue lick at your stomach. Tilting your head up, you look down in just enough time to see his tongue sweep through the pool of Daemon’s seed, still splattered on you. “Oh!” You exclaim, surprised as you watch your husband gather the other man’s spend on his tongue.

Leaning up, Harwin once again spears you on length before hovering his face over yours, his eyes searching your gaze. Knowing what he wants, you open your mouth, smiling through moans at the familiar sight of him gathering spit in his mouth. A second later, he is leaning down again, his lips nearly connecting with yours as he spits into your waiting mouth, sharing Daemon’s seed with you.

Your eyes roll back as you swallow, savoring the unfamiliar, heady taste of the prince as your cunt flutters. Above you, Daemon lets out a groan so loud he almost sounds as if he’s in pain.

“Good girl,” Harwin praises, smoothing a hand through your hair as he resumes his harsh thrusts, his other hand bracing itself against your lower stomach, thumb toying with your bud, “My good girl.”

“Seven Hells.” Daemon groans, fisting his cock harder and faster as he nears his own release.

“I’m close, my love,” Harwin pants, his thumb pressing against your bud harder, making your hips twitch under him, “With me?” He asks, half lidded eyes watching your own.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You moan in time with each of his thrusts, nodding your head wildly as you thrash within his grasp, pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

His words send you over the edge, your walls milking his length as you feel the heat of the two men’s gazes fixed on your cunt. You gasp as your peak washes over you once more, the strongest of the night, causing your entire body to spasm uncontrollably in Harwin’s strong grasp.

Above you, Harwin grunts as his cock spasms within you, painting your walls with his seed. As he tips over the edge, he turns his head to Daemon, pulling the dragon to him, their mouths crashing together. Hearing their twin groans, you manage to open your eyes, the sight before you nearly making you peak again. Their lips battling for dominance, neither relenting as their tongues tangle together, grunts and growls filling each other's mouths.

Daemon finishes at nearly the same second your husband does, his seed splattering onto the furs beside you as his chest heaves.

Harwin comes to a stop within you, his hand softening in Daemon’s hair though he does not pull away. You watch them kiss for a moment more, surprised at the heat building within you at the sight. Your walls clench around your husband's spent cock, making him jump and finally pull away from the other man, facing you with a knowing smile as you blush, your eyes flitting between four others.

“Watching him with you.” You clarify with a grin.

Happily groaning, Harwin withdraws his length from you, shushing you as you whine. You feel your husband's seed dripping from you a moment later and both men hum appreciatively at the sight.

“Shall I draw us a bath, sweetling?” Harwin asks, brushing sweat from your forehead, “I know you do not like to go to sleep so dirty, though if you are too spent…”

You shake your head, giggling as both men help you stand on shaky legs, “I would gladly take a bath, husband,” you look between the two of them before your gaze settles on Daemon, “With both of you?”

A few moments, and kisses, later your husband confirms it’s ready. He steps into the bath first with a curse, “I do not know how you find pleasure in this heat,” he jokes, gritting his teeth as his skin grows accustomed to the hot water, “Caraxes may as well be burning me where I stand.”

Daemon laughs at that, the two men helping you into the bath, settling you against Harwin, a position you’d taken many times before. You sigh gratefully as the water warms your tired skin, the sweet smelling oils relaxing you, “Hush,” you chuckle, watching as the prince lowers himself into the water as well, on the opposite end of the large tub, “It feels perfect.”

Daemon sighs in agreement, long arms resting on the lip of the tub as he tilts his head back, the steam making silvery strands of his hair cling to his shoulders and chest. “Perfection indeed.” He says contentedly, making Harwin’s chest shake with laughter against your back.

Your eyes droop closed after a moment, Daemon massaging your feet and legs as Harwin busies himself with washing your shoulders, neck, and chest.

A gentle breeze billows through the sheer curtains of your chambers, the cool air feeling delicious on your heated skin, the smell of Aemma’s sweet blossoms in the palace gardens making your lips quirk up into a tired smile.

“Sleep, princess.” Harwin commands gently, whispering against your neck.

“Ēdrugon.” Daemon echos. (Sleep.)

You obey.

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twilektrekkie · 2 days ago

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Get chestnut roasted, idiot

With jack frost nipping at your nose, fucking loser

#idk what this means I'm very tired #but it popped into my head and hit me in my giggle dick #get roasted #christmas memes #or something #i wanted to change the font of just like one or two words but it keeps changing everything #absolute bullshit #chestnuts roasting on an open fire #christmas carols #oz speaks

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tgms · 5 months ago

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hitting it raw!

— letting wind breaker boys hit it raw for the first time (wc: 4.3k)

sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, kaji ren, umemiya hajime (separate) x fem reader

contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact

tw: creampie, hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, cum swallowing, squirting, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, angel), dacryphillia, toys (vibrator), light choking, semi-public sex (restaurant bathroom), unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, mentions of birth control pills

sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum swallowing, unprotected sex

“don’t-” sakura grunted, hips jolting up as you took him deeper into your mouth. he reached down blindly, hands finding your hair and tugging hard in an attempt to pull you off him.

you moaned at the feeling instead, the vibrations causing him to jerk up into you again. one hand came up to squeeze his balls as you eased the rest of his cock down your throat, stopping only when your nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his length. he opened his eyes to the sight of you blinking up at him prettily, and the image alone had him coming undone.

his breath hitched, groans echoing from above you. he threw his head back and brought an arm up to cover his eyes as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.

you released his dick with a loud pop!, grinning up at him from your kneeling position between his legs. you opened wide, tongue lolling out to show not a single drop of cum after swallowing the load he released in your mouth.

“i—” sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even out his breathing. “i told you not to swallow…” he grumbled, willing his head to lean forward so he could get a better look at your face. his other hand remained in your hair, smoothing down the pieces that stuck up. you kissed his tip gently, giggling when his hips jerked at the movement.

“you’re still hard,” you noted, resting your head on his thigh, palm cushioning your cheek. “wanna go again or need a break?”

sakura’s ears flushed red, brows scrunching together in embarrassment. “you haven’t cum yet,” he scowled. you grinned at his response, finding how angry and sensitive he gets post-nut cute. you let him know as much, and watched as the rest of his face heated up. “just—give me a second. can’t feel my damn legs.”

“i can go on top,” you offered, not waiting for a response and shimmying your bottoms down your legs. sakura’s eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties, mouth instantly going dry.

he stared in wonder at the string of slick connecting your underwear to your core, mind going numb at the way you straddled his lap. your fingers made quick work of stretching yourself out, and he felt himself grow harder, if possible. his eyes locked onto your hand, following your movement until you held your slick-coated fingers up to his face. almost unconsciously, he opened his mouth and whimpered at your taste.

deeming yourself ready, you lined up sakura’s cock to your entrance, giggling to yourself at the way his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.

“wait, grab a—oh, fuck,” he grunted out at the feeling of your wet heat enveloping his bare cock. you sunk down slowly, pausing every few seconds to let yourself adjust to his size. “get off—‘m not wearing a condom.”

you ignored him, eyes focused on the way your hole sucked him in. sakura’s hands found their way to your waist, squeezing in warning at the way you rut your hips against his.

“oh, you like it raw, huh?” you teased, gasping when the blunt head of his cock nudged the sensitive spot inside you. you continued moving slowly, opting to circle your hips over bouncing on his cock.

suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the floor, the buttons of your forgotten skirt digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. sakura hovered over you, arms shaking in exertion and breaths coming out in heavy pants. the way you were grinding on him almost sent him over the edge, balls tightening at the way your tits moved over him. he couldn’t help the way he manhandled you, any more and he would’ve came in seconds.

“wait,” he breathed out, forehead leaning down to rest on your collarbones. you felt so tight and wet, pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, tugging slightly at his lack of movement.

“i said i’d go on top,” you complained, lifting your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction from sakura’s still body.

“and i said wait,” he repeated, body slowly beginning to move against yours. you let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, trailing off into a high pitched gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your clit. “acting like no condom wasn’t a big deal,” he growled out, hips snapping roughly against yours. you squealed at a particularly rough thrust, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled.

“feels good, doesn’t it, haru?” you cooed out, clenching as hard as you could. his thrusts stuttered, a hand coming up to steady himself against you.

“enough,” he breathed against your neck. “let me make you feel good too.”

suo hayato (wc: 0.9k)

⸻ edging, hair pulling, toys (vibrator), dacryphillia, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl)

you thought you knew better than to accept any kind of challenge or proposal from your boyfriend, knowing that every idea that ever left his head was usually for his own benefit. but for once, you were determined to win a bet.

for the past what felt like hours, you had been trapped under suo, writhing as he held a vibrator to your clit and his tongue explored inside you.

the promise of raw sex on the condition that you don’t cum had you holding on to your last shred of sanity, eyes clouded over but focused on a shadow on the ceiling. you’re sure the bedsheets were soaked underneath you, the slick feeling of your juices running down your thighs and almost to your knees.

“five more minutes,” suo mused from between your legs, the bottom half of his face shining, covered in your slick. “you’re doing better than i expected, aren’t you?”

you whimpered in response, knowing that not responding at all would have suo doing everything he could to make you cum. he grinned at the sound, diving back into you and clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. your body jerked up, but the one hand holding your hip kept you from jolting into suo’s mouth.

“uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling away from you. you whined at the loss of contact, but made sure to keep your hips planted firmly on the bed. if you even attempted to chase after his fingers or mouth, you’re sure he would’ve edged you for a few more hours. “you were so close, there. what a shame.”

suo made quick work of flipping you over, chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes. you hardly noticed the way he manhandled you, head reeling from the orgasm he ripped away from you. but the familiar rip of foil behind you brought you back to reality, head whipping back to stare at suo holding a condom.

“hayato…” you whined, tears lining your eyes. “but you promised you wouldn’t…” he had you bent over, one hand running up and down your side while the other held your wrists together behind your back.

“i don’t know, sweetheart,” suo teased from behind you, the hand caressing you paused to pinch your skin. “you also said you wouldn’t move at all.”

“i didn’t! p-please,” you hiccuped, tears already streaming down your face and smudging your mascara. “didn’t cum at all… promised i wouldn’t.”

you felt a hand come up to gently swipe underneath your eyes, unaware of the way suo’s pants tightened at the sight of your tears.

“i know,” he said simply. “if i wanted you to cum, you would’ve. try again and ask nicely.”

“wanna cum on your cock,” you choked out, words garbled with the steady stream of tears. “please don’t use it…” your voice trailed off into light sobs, eyes focused on the condom and hands attempting to break out of his hold.

“that wasn’t hard, was it?” suo relented, taking pity on you. he slipped the open packet into one of your hands, relishing in the way you crumpled it in your grip and the dopey smile that appeared on your face.

the sound of his zipper already had you salivating. he still held your hands together behind your back, so you could only imagine what he was doing to finally free his aching cock.

you could feel him behind you, his leaking tip lining up at your entrance and thrusting in in one smooth movement. the high you’ve been chasing for the past hour finally came when he bottomed out, cock nudging at your cervix. your head fell forward, mouth dropping into a soundless scream while your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his dick.

he released your hands in order to hover himself over you fully, your own following to grip his wrists loosely.

“look at that…” you heard him mutter lowly, breath fanning across your shoulder. “you’re making a mess on my bed, pretty girl. i barely stuffed you and you already came.”

you pressed your cheek into the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you lay still for a moment. you gasped at the feeling of your head being lifted, suo’s hand buried into your hair as he turned you to face him.

“you want more?” he asked, pulling his hips all the way back until only the tip remained in you, before slamming all the way back in, balls hitting your clit in the perfect spot. your head fell slack again, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth at the feeling. suo repeated his ministrations, snapping his hips into yours and leaning over to get a better look at your fucked out expression. “i asked a question.”

“wan’ more…” you slurred out, tongue lolling out as suo subtly angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot inside you. “want y’re cum inside…”

he stilled at that, dropping your hair and pushing your face into the bed. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the hand supporting himself grip onto the sheets tighter, knuckles almost turning white.

“better make sure you don’t regret that then, sweetheart.”

togame jo (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ overstimulation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (baby, doll)

“y’look so pretty like this, baby,” togame whispered into your thigh, teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. his eyes locked onto your glistening folds and he grinned, lightly blowing air on your sensitive clit. you jolted under the movement, a small whimper escaping from your lips.

“jo,” you hiccuped, spent from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you. you wriggled under his grasp, hands reaching down to tug his hair, a sad attempt of getting him to face you properly. “want you…”

taking pity on you, togame lifted himself up and hovered over you, arms caging you in as he pressed a light kiss to your lips. his cock slid against your core, blunt head occasionally catching your clit. you moaned softly, hips bucking against his in an attempt to create more friction.

“you already have me,” he grunted, eyes locked on to where you touched, entranced with the way your juices soaked his cock.

“want more,” you whined, hands coming up to dig into his shoulders. he hissed at the way your acrylics dug into his skin, already anticipating the marks you’d leave behind. not that he minded, though. “want you inside,” you moaned, legs moving to wrap around his waist and lock him in place.

he hissed at the feeling of your pussy pressing his cock to his abdomen, a big hand coming in between your bodies to press you down against the bed. he ignored the whimper you made at the loss of contact, instead leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “can’t today, baby. we’re out of condoms,” he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you.

“don’t care, i wanna feel you,” you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press light butterfly kisses to his face.

togame short circuited at your words, thoughts of your pussy dripping with his cum instantly plaguing his mind. his hips stuttered against yours before halting completely, cock pressing directly against your clit.

“don’t say that,” he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. “can’t control myself if you say shit like that.”

you squirmed under his weight, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders to get him to look at you. you couldn’t push him even if you tried, but you looked so pretty trying to get his attention that he lifted himself up anyway.

“why not?” you blinked up at him, tears of frustration gathering in your waterline.

togame groaned again, simultaneously feeling turned on and guilty at the thought of you crying. “don’t think i can pull out, baby.”

“who cares?” you pouted, a few tears escaping and trailing down your cheek. “can’t you just cum inside?”

he shuddered at your words, cock somehow getting bigger. he could never say no to you. “you sure?”

you nodded, still hiccuping from the tears while your hands looped around his neck. “want you inside now.”

togame couldn’t control himself any longer, the image of your spent pussy pushing out his seed plagued his mind. instantly, he had your legs tossed over his shoulders and sheathed himself inside you in one thrust.

you squealed at the intrusion, the new position allowing him to reach deeper than he usually does. the lack of protection between you had you feeling extra sensitive, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your entrance every time he thrusted in.

“you’re so wet,” he groaned, throwing his head back. your pussy fluttered at his deep voice, walls clamping down on him. “fuck, did you just get tighter? don’t—don’t squeeze me like that, baby.”

“‘s deep,” you slurred, mouth falling open when he tapped them. you closed your lips around the three fingers he gave you, moaning and salivating at the feeling of two holes being stuffed.

his other hand was positioned between you, heavy thumb resting on your clit, pressing extra hard when he thrusted back inside you. in no time, you felt your nth orgasm approaching, but this one felt a little different than the ones from earlier.

“wait! ‘s too much!” you moaned out, eyes snapping open and hands situating themselves on togame’s abdomen as you tried to push him away. “y’re too big, feels funny!”

he angled his hips slightly, rutting against the sensitive spot inside you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pressure of his cock dragging along your walls and his thumb on your clit had you seeing stars. your orgasm came crashing down on you, pussy forcing togame’s cock out of you as you gushed, juices covering his abdomen.

“shit, you’re so messy,” he groaned, watching in awe at the mess you made. he spread your legs again, easing himself back inside your fluttering hole. your body shook at the overstimulation, whining at the feeling of his cock filling you again

“you said you wanted to feel me, doll,” togame said, pausing to lick a long stripe up your ear. “stay nice and still for me, ‘kay? we’re not done til your pretty cunt’s filled with my cum.”

kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)

⸻ semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of birth control pills

“cut it out,” kaji hissed, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw as a warning while the other tried to stop your fingers from undoing his pants zipper. the two of you squeezed in on the same side of a booth in some family restaurant downtown, but the sight of him punching a creep who tried hitting on you earlier had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together the whole walk there.

“y’re really trying to do this now?” he muttered in disbelief, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“but you looked so good earlier,” you mumbled out, cheeks still squished together. “we haven’t fucked in, like, a week. missed your dick.”

an audible crunch echoed in the area, you tilted your head up slightly and watched as he swallowed thickly before spitting out the stick of his lollipop on the table.

“you keep doing this shit,” he groaned, ears turning red. “couldn’t’ve waited til we got home? fucksake,” despite his words, kaji adjusted his grip from your hand to your wrist, roughly pulling you up and dragging you to the restroom in the back, weaving through tables, over stray bags and a few legs sticking out.

he pushed the bathroom door open unceremoniously, eyes doing a quick sweep of the area before he turned to you for approval. “clean enough?”

your heart swelled at the consideration and you had half the mind to actually start swooning. instead, you pressed yourself into his back, smiling at his behavior before nodding. “mhm. you’re so cute.”

you could feel him stiffen in front of you, grip on your wrist tightening enough to hurt, before he slammed you against the closed door. his lips attached to yours, tongue forcing your lips open as a hand snaked down to your other lips.

he paused his movement eyes widening at what he felt under your skirt. “why are you wearing this shit…?” he mumbled, feeling lace and a concerning amount of fabric—barely any, to be exact.

“always wanna look my best for you,” you batted your eyes at him, grinning at the way his jaw clenched. the smile slipped off your face at the rip that echoed off the walls. you looked down to see half your panties in kaji’s hand and the other half slowly fluttering down to the floor. you gaped at the sight, jaw dropping in disbelief that your boyfriend actually ripped your underwear.

he ignored you, dropping down to his knees and lifting your skirt up. his eyes were situated on your leaky hole, mesmerized by the juices that were slowly trailing down your thigh.

“don’t have time to stretch you out properly. c’you handle it?” he asked, two fingers already prodding at your entrance. your knees buckled, arms flailing out to catch yourself on the wall to your left.

“s’okay, two’s enough,” you gasped out, feeling him press against the spongy spot inside you. “d’you have a condom? didn’t put a new one after last time.”

it was silent for a second, the squelching from between your legs pausing as kaji patted himself down for his wallet.

“didn’t bring it,” he grumbled. “shoulda waited til we got home.”

you felt your disappointment rise, even more so when kaji stood up and zipped his pants back up.

“wait, actually, can’t we go without it?” you proposed, instantly feeling defensive at kaji’s frown. “‘s not like i’m gonna get pregnant.”

his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“got on the pill last month. can’t you just fuck me now?”

kaji swore under his breath, muttering to himself about how demanding you were, but the bulge in his pants was more than obvious to how he felt.

“keep your mouth shut, got it?” he asked, arms looping under your thighs to hoist you up and set you against the sink counter. you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss into his cheek at the motion.

“you’re the best!” you sang into his ear.

“shut up,” he mumbled, wrestling with his boxers to pull his cock out as you flipped your skirt up. “can’t believe the first time i’m fucking you raw’s in a public bathroom.”

“can’t believe you’re fucking me in a public bathroom,” you countered, gasping when you felt his cock nudge at your entrance.

“you were the one getting handsy out there, i don’t wanna hear shit from you,” and with one swift movement, kaji bottomed out completely.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your pussy struggling to take him in due to the lack of prep, walls stretching uncomfortably around his length. “keep going,” you whined when his hips instantly stilled.

“i told you to keep quiet.”

“sorry, ren,” you breathed out, head resting on his shoulder. “been a while. y’feel bigger than usual.”

his grip on your thigh tightened, probably enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. kaji started rutting into you, not fully pulling out but enough for you to start getting used to his size. one of his hands found your clit, causing you to squeal and jerk forward into him. he stopped moving again, his other hand coming up to snake around your neck and squeeze.

“keep your mouth shut,” he rasped, sweat gathering along his forehead and dripping down his neck. he breathed out onto your neck, an attempt at grounding himself.

“you gonna cum? two pump chump?” you teased, breath hitching at the new angle he was thrusting at.

“shut up. y’re fucking tight. ‘m never using a condom again,” he grunted out, panting right below your ear.

his praise went straight to your core, coupled with his strong thrusts and messy circles on your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you. you couldn’t help the moan that ripped its way past your lips, breath getting caught when kaji warningly squeezed your neck.

the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, walls clamping down on kaji at the stimulation. his thrusts became more erratic, cock slamming into you as he shot his load inside. his thrusts slowed as your cunt milked him of the last of his cum, your body twitching from the way he used your body.

“can’t believe you ripped my underwear,” you grumbled, standing up awkwardly in an attempt to keep kaji’s cum inside you. “you owe me a new pair.”

his hands came up to stabilize you, letting you lean into him as you caught your breath. a drop of his cum dripped out of you directly onto the bathroom floor. his eyes locked onto it, trailing up until they landed at the mixture of his and your cum leaking out of you.

shit, was he hard again?

“shut up,” he growled, face heating up. your ripped panties secured in his jacket pocket. “be grateful i didn’t plug you with that shit.”

umemiya hajime (wc: 0.7k)

⸻ size difference, belly bulge, unprotected sex (good girl, angel, pretty girl)

umemiya always thought you were pretty, but something about you in this position, spread out for him, had his heart swelling a little more than usual.

“where do you want me?” he breathed out, gently nosing your cheek and chuckling at the way you murmured his name. his fingers gently traced your folds, relishing in the way your body jerked at his touch.

“‘dun care,” you sniffled, tears pooling in your eyes. “jus’ want you, haji.”

umemiya’s jaw clenched at the admission, and he couldn’t help the way he ground his clothed dick against your exposed core. the friction of his jeans causing you to cry out and grip onto his shoulders.

“take ‘em off,” you whined, one hand snaking down to paw at his belt. “…please.”

“tell me where you want me first, pretty girl,” he cooed, pants getting impossibly tighter at the way you opened your eyes and peered innocently up at him.

“want you everywhere,” you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face as your cheeks heated up.

ume let out a curse under his breath, breath hitching at how cute you were being. you were laid bare for him, everything stripped from your body and multiple orgasms drawn out by him and you still felt shy.

“good girl,” he groaned, hands reaching down to finally remove his pants. despite your previous embarrassment, you sat up and laid your hands over his own, wanting to help him undress.

“wanna help you feel good, too,” you murmured shyly, cheeks heating up. umemiya had to stop himself from throwing his head back and groaning at the sight of you in front of him. “can i?”

“next time, angel,” he choked out, gently pushing you to lay back as he hovered over you. “let me feel you first, yeah?”

he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses to your face as he began rutting against you, cock sliding messily through your folds. “feels big…” you muttered, pupils dilating the longer you stared at the man on top of you. “can it fit?”

ume felt himself get harder, if that was even possible, at your innocent tone. your teary eyes staring up at him tugged on his heart as he dropped down again to press a deep kiss to your lips.

“i’ll fit,” he’s confident. with how good you’ve been for him all night how could he not be? “trust me and i’ll take care of you, pretty girl.”

you clenched around nothing at the name, pussy already leaking all over his cock. “i trust you, haji,” you whispered out.

“open wide and relax f’me, okay?” his hands pushed your thighs further apart, pussy now on full display. his eyes locked onto your glistening hole, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight.

umemiya slowly started to ease himself in, holding himself back from thrusting in completely. the way your walls were stretching to fit him had him dizzy, head spinning from the grip you had on his cock. and the noises you made were downright sinful, whimpers and moans escaping your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds—oh, that’s no good.

“don’t hide,” he grunted out, gently bringing your hand down. “i wanna hear those pretty noises.”

he pushed in as much as he could, cock drenched in your juices until he met resistance a little more than halfway in. you squealed at the feeling, head thrown back and back arched as he filled you.

“it‘s too much!” you cried out suddenly, walls seizing against him. he pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening at the bulge he felt and saw peeking through your skin.

umemiya leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, peppering your face in them as a few tears escapes your eyes.

“you can take it,” he encouraged, groaning at the way you tightened around him. he eased the rest of his length into your heat, smiling at the way he completely disappeared inside you. “good girl—like that.”

he circled a finger lightly around your clit, not expecting it to throw you over the edge. you let out a high pitched moan, head thrashing and nails scratching down his arms as an orgasm washed over you. your walls squeezed him tighter, almost sucking him in.

“you already came, angel?” he asked, breathless from how tight you held on to him. “let me see you do that one more time.”

note: big fat thank u to anyone who made it to the end, hugs for u! kaji’s section being the longest… yeah drinking my clown juice rn. lmk ur thoughts!

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dolcekissy · 1 month ago

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minty , ღ

: ̗̀➛ bunny!reader giving bsf!rafe head while using those mint drooling tablets while rafe records it.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ main masterlist | bunny!reader x bsf!rafe masterlist

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes oral sex, and a lot of spit ;)

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you were bored ─ thumbs scrolling as you skipped through videos on tiktok. rafe invited you over just to chill in his bed and spend the night together, you loved spending time with rafe but you were fucking bored.

rafe laying down in his bed next to you, mindlessly scrolling through instagram ─ stopping to watch different reels and like pictures people posted. he stopped ─ his head snapping over to you and your phone when you gasped.

"oh my god! rafe look at this!" you shoved your phone in his face, showing him a video of a girl laughing with wide eyes ─ her mouth opened as saliva poured out of her mouth. "ew, what the fuck." he groaned out, his brows furrowing as he looked away.

"no way that shits real!" you laughed, clicking on the link to look at the little mints and reading the description. "we have to try these, that's so funny." you giggled, immediately adding it to your cart and purchasing it.

rafe scoffed and continued scrolling through his phone, "that shits not real ─ bet it's a scam or some shit."

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a few days passed and your package came in the mail, you excitedly opened it and texted rafe to pick you up. you were going to surprise him and try to get him to try them with you.

rafe had totally forgotten about them, so when you pulled out a little bright package he furrowed his brows at you ─ asking you what that is.

"it's those mint tablet things i showed you ─ the ones that make you drool a lot, told you we were trying them." you giggle, opening the package and popping one in your mouth.

"you've gotta be kidding me." rafe scoffed, he looked at the little package and read the strength ─ not even a minute later you're opening the car door and laughing as saliva starts dripping down your chin and onto the ground.

"rafe! oh my god look!" you step out of his car, holding your hair back with your hands as your mouth drips and pours. rafe shakes his head and gets out of the car, walking over to you as you look up at him with a laugh.

you stick your tongue out and watch your spit pour down onto the ground with wide eyes. his eyes widened and his dick is immediately hardening when your wide eyes meet his.

"how long does that last." he asked, trying to adjust his pants as you looked down at the ground glistening in your spit. you shrug with a laugh, "i dunno ─ they said people use this for cotton mouth but i bet people use it to suck dick."

he shook his head ─ watching you close your mouth for a moment before opening it again, spit pouring down your lips and chin. you look up at him with raised eyebrows, his eyebrows raising too as he waits for you to say something.

"wanna try it?"

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you're on your knees in the back of rafe's car ─ holding all the saliva that's been begging to come out as rafe eagerly pulls his sweatpants and underwear down. you quickly grab his cock with one hand and open your mouth, letting everything drip on him.

he groans at the feeling of your warm spit and the sight of you in front of him. his hands pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you wrap your lips around his cock ─ your dripping tongue twirling around his pink tip.

"shittt." he groans. you begin bopping your head on his cock, feeling your spit run down and your chin and drip onto the floor of his car. he grabs his phone sitting next to him, pulling the camera app up and turning the flash on while he records you.

your eyes meet the camera lens as you let his cock hit the back of your throat ─ his groans going straight to your needy pussy. after a few moments of literally slurping on his dick, he guides your head up and down his cock before pulling your head back.

"fuckkk, m'gonna cum ─ stick your tongue out, doll."

you stick your tongue out, letting the camera watch your saliva and his warm seed drip off your tongue and onto his cock ─ the seat below him glistening and his thick cock shining.

"mmm, 's your turn rafey." you lean over, grabbing the pack and popping one into his mouth ─ immediately switching positions with him and pulling your lace panties down, your ass laying flat against the puddle of spit as you wait for him to create an even bigger puddle while he drools over your sopping pussy.

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#rafe cameron imagines #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe #rafe smut #rafe fic #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx fic #obx

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mywritersmind · 10 days ago

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GETAWAY - FC43

summary : An italian weekend getaway with your favorite loving boyfriend. Filled with strawberries and hammocks.

listen up : inspired by @purinfelix ! super sweet and blue vibes

word count : 884

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I yawn, walking down the kitchen and through the doorway that’s wide open, revealing my favorite part of this house. The balcony is long and filled with a couch, hammock, and table, all overlooking the crystal blue ocean. My feet are cold against the wooden floors but the moment I step outside, the sun warms my face.

I smile softly when I see him. He’s in a chair, quietly looking at the water. I wrap my arms around my lovely boyfriend, my coffee and strawberries in my hands still.

“Morning Mi amor.” His strong arms move so his hand is resting over mine, tilting his hair back so his waves brush the side of my face.

He gets a hold of my arm and gently pulls me around him, motioning to sit on his lap. He puts down his mate and welcomes me to sit on him. I put my breakfast down and wrap my arm around him, looking up into the fact I so love.

Franco’s hand goes to my leg, smiling. “Nice shirt.” I look down at what I'm wearing. It’s his shirt actually. A blue and white striped button down paired with underwear to match.

“Thank you!” I run my hands through his hair, messing it up at bit, “I stole it from a very handsome man!”

He tilts his head a bit, kissing my cheek, “He’s a lucky man.” I rest my head on Franco's shoulder. He smells like peppermint and coffee. He snatches one of my strawberries from my bowl and pops it into his mouth.

I breathe in the fresh air, closing my eyes and smiling. “You’re a vision, mi amor.” He kisses me on my lips this time, brushing my hair back softly.

I fell in love with him because of how soft he is. He never rushed me, never yelled. Him and those big brown eyes do everything to love me.

“What are you thinking about today?” I ask, looking out at the water and birds passing ahead as his lips go to my neck, “Farmers market?”

He hums against my skin, not giving any answer. I can’t even be mad at his lack of words because his lips against me and this morning view is anything I could ever ask for.

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Our day is slow and peaceful, his hand never leaves mine and as soon as we get back to the house we change. Franco will go along with anything I do and I may be abusing my power a bit when I see our matching pajamas.

I can’t help but giggle at Franco in the blue and white porcelain design, they’re locally made and absolutely gorgeous. I have the pants and top while he seemed far too happy that they had no other pajama top in his size.

It takes approximately twenty minutes for the two of us to get into the hammock without falling out. He wraps his arm around me as I nuzzle into his chest, looking up at the star filled sky.

“I never want to leave.” He says as jazz plays from his phone across the balcony, “Let’s stay.”

I smile and look up at him, “We have to leave. But we can come back anytime.” I kiss his jaw as his hand brushes up and down my arm.

“I love you.” It makes me smile.

“I love you too.” I wrap my arm around his middle, his shirt soft against my skin. I look back up at the stars, feeling complete peace in the cool air, my warm skin, and my boyfriend next to me.

“Those stars look like a dick.” And he ruins it all in one sentence. I groan and he starts laughing, hard, shaking the hammock.

“Franco!” I scream and hold onto him tighter as we swing, “Fran- I swear!”

He's still laughing, his chest moving up and down rapidly under my head. He holds me tighter as we both try to stay still, “I’m sorry!” He laughs, “I’m sorry! You love me! You can’t be mad!”

“You’re the wor-” I go to jokingly hit his arm but when he moves to block me, we flip.

We’re on the floor and laughing seconds later. Franco grabs my face, trying to be serious but still laughing, “Are you okay!?”

Literal tears are coming out of my eyes which he wipes away with his thumbs, still looking at me worriedly. I just laugh again and pull him closer to me, pressing my lips against mine.

He pushes his hand into my hair, “Did you hit your head?” I shake my head and kiss him again, climbing on top of him.

He laughs against my lips, moving his hands to the side of my legs. “Attempted murder!” He says as I gasp dramatically.

“You were the one who made us fall!”

“Oh no!” His hand goes to my head, “You did hit your head!” I hit his arm as he breaks into laughter again and I move back next to him, looking up at the stars from the floor.

He kisses my head and tugs me against him again, “Those stars look like a heart.”

I raise a brow, “No they don’t.”

He shushes me and points, “Just squint.”

#fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fic #franco colapinto fanfic #franco colapinto fluff #franco colapinto imagine #franco colapinto x reader #franco colapinto

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shawtuzi · 2 months ago

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this one’s for you anon <33

this is 18+ so mdni thank yew

“oh….wow….”

you were absolutely speechless at the sight between your legs—suguru holding satoru by the hairs at the nape of his neck in a heated….kiss???

you knew nothing good could come out of more than half a bottle of d’usse and two blunts, hence why the two of them were between your legs once again, taking turns obscenely slurping at your pussy—but something felt different this time.

the first time they ate you out, yes their tongues were in close proximity but they never exactly touched. this time around though, they had no problem tonguing at your clit at the same time, moaning in unison as they made out with your pussy and boarder line each other but not quite. until geto abruptly stopped and pulled gojo in for a bruising kiss.

“really? in front of her??” satoru giggled, laughing even harder when geto shoved him away, wiping your essence and the salvia from the kiss from his puffy lips. suguru kissed his teeth, “let’s not act like you weren’t trying to shove your tongue down my throat a minute ago,” he said referring to gojo purposely brushing his tongue against his while they were going down on you.

satoru’s eyes flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “look at her,” he chuckled nodding his head towards you, “babies at a loss of words.”

“well i mean how could i not be i just saw you two kiss—with a lot of tongue mind you!” you knew the two boys were very close and had a knack of sharing their women but this was very unexpected, just how far did things go between them??

“him giving me head is as far as it’s ever gone,” suguru said, breaking you out of your thoughts. he continued, “when spend copious amounts of time with someone you begin to get curious about things…didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if we did—”

“no no!” you squealed, shaking your head. you sat up to get a better look at them, “i’m not uncomfortable i just wasn’t expecting that is all,” you giggled, giving suguru’s arm a comforting squeeze. you leant over and grabbed a roach from the coffee table, now getting comfortable on the couch, confusing the two men kneeling before you.

you sparked the blunt, a mischievous glint swirling in your eyes. “did you like it?” you asked taking a hit of the blunt. geto’s cheeks immediately tinted pink, he cleared his throat before answering, “yeah it was pretty good.”

gojo scoffed, “‘pretty good’ yeah right. you were immobile by the time i was done with you.”

you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past your lips—the image of suguru geto sprawled out, breathless, and unable to move because of some head from gojo had you a little tickled….and kinda turned on.

“y/n are you okay? your smile is kinda creeping me out,” geto’s words fell on deaf ears, your mind too preoccupied with the best fucking idea you’ve ever had. “i have an idea, a really good one—suguru take off your pants.”

“huh???”

“yesssss!”

“please be quiet satoru.”

and that my friends is how geto ended up swapping places with you, sweatpants around his ankles, eyes rolled into the back of his skull while you and gojo both slurped at the tip of his dick.

“do you like it sugu? you aren’t even looking at us,” you pouted, cupping his balls in your hand, giving them a semi-rough squeeze. suguru’s mouth dropped open, his chest now heaving up and down rapidly.

“i c-can’t look—fuck! i can’t or i’ll cum i can’t i can’t i can’t,” his voice was shaky with every word it was too cute. you’ve never seen him in such a state—it made you kinda jealous gojo got to see him like this whenever he pleased.

“open your eyes suguru c’monnn,” satoru snickered, squeezing suguru’s tip so perfectly it had his toes curling. geto’s eyes suddenly popped open when he felt sloppy kisses against his thick thighs, he gritted his teeth, grabbing gojo by his white locks.

“don’t. do. that.” suguru panted, the urge to cum becoming unbearable. gojo cocked his head to the side, he licked his lips, humming at the salty yet sweet taste that was suguru geto. “what? you don’t want y/n to know how sensitive your thighs are—hmph!” satoru was interrupted by geto shoving his dick in his mouth, a low rumble emitting from his chest.

“thas’ more like it….c’mere baby,” suguru patted the spot on the couch next to him, his other hand still holding gojo’s hair in a tight grip. you were quick to hop on the couch, immediately smashing your lips against geto’s. geto moaned into the kiss, his arm finding purchase around your waist to pull you closer.

you ran your hand down suguru’s chiseled chest, satisfied by the little whimper that slipped past his lips when you began to tweak at his nipples. his hips bucked up making satoru gag, but it was certainly nothing he couldn’t handle. geto’s hand snaked down to your soaked center, he wasted no time plunging two fingers inside, his thumb making quick work rubbing tight circles on your clit.

the three of you stayed like this for a while—suguru sloppily fingering your dripping cunt, meanwhile satoru deep throated sugu’s dick like his life depended on it. “i’m!—i’m cumming!” your pussy clenched around geto’s fingers like a vice, your body slumping against his.

geto still held you close, roughly pumping his fingers in and out in and out until your thighs were soaked and you were pushing him away with whatever strength you had left. gojo pulled off geto’s dick with a lewd pop! “mmm that was hot y/n,” he smiled up at you, running his big hand over your trembling thigh.

“think you can help me finish him off?”

you’ve never been knocked out of your post nut clarity so quick. you didn’t even bother responding, hopping off the couch and onto the floor once more between suguru’s thighs.

man did he look so good right now. his hair that was once in a bun was completely disheveled, strands of jet black hair out in every direction. his chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, along with his face that was also a couple shades redder than when you first started. his muscles were bulging out due to him having the couch cushions in a death grip. yeah he looked delicious.

“ah shit,” suguru hissed when felt two hot tongues begin to caress his weeping tip. you suddenly felt a heavy hand rest on your head, turning it ever so slightly to the side until you were practically locking lips with gojo, suguru’s twitching dick still in the middle. geto let out a low whistle, patting your head gently, “what a fucking sight—ah! this is mmm fuck.”

geto’s praise had you both preening, now making it your mission to make him cum. you swirled your tongue down sugu’s dick to his balls, sucking one into your mouth. you ran your hand over geto’s trembling thigh gently before digging your nails into the soft skin, you dragged your nails down, leaving red streaks trailing behind.

“f-fuck shit—okay m’cumming m’cummingggg,” suguru threw his head back, moaning so loudly and pathetically it had your thighs clenching with need once more. milky white spurts dribbled from his cock and you and satoru slurped up every bit, the feeling of both your tongues lapping at his tip nearly driving him into overstimulation.

gojo gripped you by your cheeks, pulling you in for a nasty kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. “that was good yeah?” he smirked, wiping spit from your bottom lip. you nodded slowly, mind a daze from what had just happened. gojo chuckled giving you another kiss, which you happily returned.

“doesn’t the guy who just got his soul sucked out deserve a kiss too?”

you both turned your heads to look up a breathless suguru, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. you climbed on the couch, satoru following suit before leaning in to give geto exactly what he asked for.

you’d never been in a three way kiss before but it was definitely something. the three of you took turns sloppily exchanging kisses, and you definitely didn’t miss the way suguru palmed at satoru’s erection, making him whimper into the kiss.

“need some help?” you asked, breaking away from the heated kiss. gojo being the shameless man he was nodded with a pathetic ‘pleaseeee’.

“what do you say sugu?” you purred, looking up at him with the best doe eyes you could give. suguru looked at the both of your before letting out a dramatic sigh, “i guess—”

“YES! REJOICE!!!” satoru jumped up, quickly removing his pants, freeing his aching dick from its confinements. he cackled at the look on suguru’s face,“don’t worry i’ll go easy on you sweetheart,” he giggled patting his cheek.

what on earth had geto gotten himself into???

#idk what this is…but there might be a part 2…..#anyways hope yall enjoy it *kiss kiss*#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo saturo smut #geto smut #geto suguru smut

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loserboysandlithium · 7 months ago

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In honor of 4/20. A lil shotgunning with Eds. Fwb.

18+ hoes warnings: smokin’ that good good 🍃 and ofc smut. Slight degradation

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“Never? You’ve never smoked before?” Eddie’s dark eyes widen on you as you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly.

“How? How is this possible?” Eddie continues with his dramatics, his jaw practically on the floor at this point.

“It’s not that big of a deal Eddie.” You giggle as you watch his expressions change from confusion to excitement as he jumps up off the couch.

“You wanna? There’s no way I can date a girl who hasn’t smoked. Come on, sweetheart. This is bad for my reputation.” Eddie jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“First, we’re not dating. Second, what reputation is that, Munson?” you tease.

“You know.. my uh- bad boy reputation. My super charming yet slightly mysterious drug dealer reputation?” he winks down at you, his words making you snort out a laugh.

“Oh, you’re mean.” he pouts, crouching down in front of you. “You don’t have to. But it could be fun.” His tone drops suddenly as his ringed fingers begin dancing across your exposed thigh. Your small skirt worn for this exact moment.

“You gonna help me, Eds?” you drop your tone to match his, watching as a slick smile spreads across his pretty face.

“Fuck yeah.” he grins, jumping up to retrieve his little lunch box from his room. He plops down on the couch, opening the metal box to reveal a small bag of weed. You observe him carefully, watching as he picks through the seeds and stems, breaking up the little pieces of green.

His tongue pokes out as he concentrates on filling the small rolling paper perfectly before bringing it to his lips, sealing it tightly. He reaches into his jeans, pulling out his zippo before glancing your way again. “Ready?”

“Almost.” you whisper softly before hiking up your skirt, swiftly moving to straddle his lap. Eddie hums in delight as you place your hands on his shoulder.

“Ready.” you purr, taking your bottom lip in your mouth, biting it gently. You can feel him beneath you, the zipper of his jeans rubbing perfectly against your clit as he pops the joint in between his lips. He inhales deeply, holding for a few seconds before releasing a cloud of smoke into the living room of the trailer.

You expect Eddie to pass it to you next but he draws it back to his lips once again, taking a large hit. His brown eyes land on yours as his free hand gently cups your chin, pulling you closer. You feel his soft lips brush yours and you part them on instinct, allowing him to exhale the smoke into directly into your mouth.

The taste is a familiar one, one you’ve tasted on his tongue so many times. It was stronger now though as you feel the smoke circulating through your lungs. Your eyes shut as you focus on the slight tingling beginning to tickle your brain.

“Baby.. uh- you might wanna let that go.” Eddie’s voice brings you back to reality and you open your eyes to see his head tilted slightly, watching you with curiosity. A warmth spreads across your body as you finally exhale.

“That was a big hit.” he chuckles as he takes another drag. This time you’re the one who leans in, gripping the back of his neck firmly as you press your lips back to his. A soft moan leaves his lips as you shove your tongue into his mouth, smoke escaping around the kiss.

You do your best to inhale but his fingers are now digging into your hips making it hard to focus on anything else. Your brain feels slightly fuzzy as you begin rolling your hips, pressing down onto his crotch, his dick hardening more with every second.

“Need you.” you mumble into his mouth, giggling as he almost tosses you out of his lap in an attempt to reach behind you, snubbing the joint out on the coffee table. Then his lips are back on yours, his hands roaming your body, roughly pulling your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest.

“Fuck sweetheart, no bra.” Eddie groans, latching onto your nipple immediately.

“Just for you, Eddie.” you coo, allowing your head to fall back, the high making every sensation more intense.

“Mmm, good girl. Such a good girl for me.” he mumbles in between kisses to your hardened nipple. His words of praise have your panties soaked as you speed up, grinding even harder on his lap.

The button of his jeans presses hard against your clit making you let out a needy moan. “Fuck..” Eddie breathes, his hands suddenly gripping even tighter as he locks you in place.

“Right there, baby?”

“Yes, shit.” you whine, feeling the chill of the metal on your clit through the thin material.

“Use me, sweet girl. Want you to cum just like this.” Eddie burns, bringing his forehead to yours. You keep your eyes on him as you begin rolling your hips again, making sure to hit the perfect spot every time. Your hands tangle in his wild curls as you spreads your knees a little more.

Small whimpers and moans pour from your lips as you grind on him, each roll of your hips bringing you closer and closer. Your wet panties leaking through onto his dark jeans.

“Look at you, such a little slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Eddie.”

“Is my little slut gonna cum for me?”

“Mhmm, so close.”

“There we go, baby. Just like that. Don’t fuckin’ stop.” Eddie mumbles drunkenly, panting heavily as he helps you pick up speed, your wet pussy gliding up and down his clothed cock.

“Want you to cum too..” you whimper, your nails digging into the back of his neck as you bring yourself right to the edge.

His firm hand slaps your ass hard making your head fall forward, letting out a little squeal into his neck.

“Fuck Eddie!”

“Faster baby.” he growls in your ear.

“Wanna cum, cum with me please.” You beg, aching for your sweet release. Wanting more than anything for him to reach it with you.

“Eddie please, I’m gonna- fuuck.” Your hips jerk violently and your teeth sink into his neck as you let go, feeling your pussy clench around nothing.

“Sh-shit…” Eddie stammers, his cock twitching suddenly beneath you, making a mess of the inside of his pants. You ride out your high, rutting against him pathetically.

“Holy shit.” He breathes as your hips slowly come to a stop.

“Mmmm… Happy 4/20 Eds.” you sigh as you collapse onto his chest.

He chuckles breathlessly, kissing your temple.

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson blurb #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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turcott3 · 9 months ago

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34 + 35

logan sargeant x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, smut!!, oral sex, foreplay, unprotected sex, breeding kink (hence the song)

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~watchin movies but we ain’t seen a thing tonight~

“logan.” you groaned, lightly pushing the boy. the room was filled with darkness and only lit by the tv.

“what do you want to watch? i’ve asked you fifty times.” he laughs, handing you the remote.

“don’t hate me but i’ve been wanting to rewatch this.” you say opening max to none other than, fifty shades of grey.

“you know i said i didn’t want to watch this.” he groans.

“just one chance logan please.” you beg, tugging on his shirt.

“fine, we can watch it.” he giggles as you press play and find your way under his arm. after a long bout of silence, your focus begin to stray. it was hard not to look at your boyfriend, who’s eyes were locked on the screen. he seemed to be invested but this movie was ramping up your sexual energy.

“are you okay?” he says breaking the silence.

“mhm” is all you muster out and his eyes stay locked on you as you shift your legs uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of his arm around you. you wanted any friction you could get.

“logan.” you whisper.

“hm?” he replies.

“can i put the blanket over us? i’m cold.”

“yes of course.” he replies, his thumb lightly caressing your arm, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

your hand began to wander, lightly touching his leg. you take one of the drawstrings of his sweatpants between your fingers, twisting it slowly back and forth, hoping he’ll notice sooner than later. intentionally, you brushed your hand over his dick to grab the other drawstring to play with.

“baby what are you doing?” he giggles.

“nothin.” you reply, giving him doe eyes.

“you’re the one that put this on, watch it.” he says briefly focusing back on the screen.

“you’re right sorry i just…. have something on my mind.” you say, your hand slowly drifting closer to his dick underneath the cloth of his great sweatpants. his breath hitches as you pull the waistband slightly. your fingers wrap around his thick cock, quickly rubbing him hard.

“y/n.” he says.

“shhh.” you smirk, pressing a kiss to his lips as you stroke him firmly, paying close attention to his sensitive tip.

“fuck.” he says, his head thrown back, the movie now just background noise to help drown out the groans exiting his mouth.

you sit up on your knees pulling the waistband completely down, moving the blanket with it, completely exposing his dick. you lean over and spit on it, working your warm saliva onto his dick, running your thumb over the bulging veins. your lips make contact with his tip, his hips bucking slightly as a reaction. you push spit through your lips, watching it drip down his throbbing cock. he gathers your hair carefully behind your head keeping it out of your way as you slowly take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. you gag as is dick hits the back of your throat but stay put momentarily before removing him with a pop.

“fuck baby, you’re so fucking good at that.” he says before you attach your lips to his sloppily.

hastily, you remove your shorts and panties, simply discarding them on the floor. you climb into his lap lining him up with yourself as you sink onto him. he attaches his lips to your neck as you wrap your arms around his. you moved in rhythmic circles, something you’d never tried before.

“oh my god.” he grunts out moving away from your neck locking eyes with you without another word. clearly your choice made him happy.

“is that good?”

“so fucking good.” he sighs attaching his lips to yours, his tongue begging for entry which is quickly given. you start to move up and down, the sound of skin clapping quickly drowning out the movie that remained playing in the background.

“logan.” you say, your voice wavering at the sensation his thick cock made you feel while it was pounding into you. his hips met yours in the middle with a snap causing you to yelp before collapsing over resting your head on his shoulder while he pile drives you, your nails dragging harshly down his back under his shirt. your moans all meshed together, you could hardly stand the way he was making you feel.

“look at me baby, look at me.” he says as you pick your head up off his shoulder, daze in your eyes. he connects your lips lovingly, he knew you were close. he could feel your walls grow tighter around him with each thrust.

“are you gonna come for me baby?” he asks.

“uh-huh.” is all you can say, your moans growing sharper and sharper by the second as he picks up his pace, thrusting deep into you.

“fuck i’m coming.” you gasp, your body releasing shockwaves, your legs jolting every few seconds as you collapsed over his body.

“get up baby,” he says lightly tapping you on the ass. this was your typical ritual when you fucked without a condom.

“no baby.” you groan into his shirt as he slows his strokes down.

“you want me t-“

“yes fuck yes, i want it in me logan.” which was surprisingly all you needed to say to send him over the edge, spilling his climax deep inside you. you stayed in that position out of breath for a few moments before you pull him out of you.

you laid down next to him spreading your legs slightly, dragging your fingers through the little bit of cum that dripped between your legs and sucking it off your fingers as he watched you intensely.

“fuck i love you y/n. you’re fucking perfect.” he says climbing over you and reattaching your lips.

“please logan, please fuck me again.” you beg, tugging on his shirt so he wouldn’t back away.

“baby what if you get pregnant?” he asks, his eyes wandering your face for an expression.

“you’ll be in the off season again in 9 months.” you say, trying to egg him on. you’d never imagined yourself having kids until you got with logan. something about him and having his babies turned you on in ways you couldn’t explain.

“are you sure?” he asks, a little bit of hope gleaming in his eyes.

“i’ve never been more sure.” you smirked.

“god i love you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too baby.” you giggle as his lips make harsh contact with your neck.

#logan sargeant #logan sargent x reader #logan sargeant smut #formula 1 #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fic #turcs’ talk

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nonuify · 6 months ago

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ᝰ.ᐟ 💽 — J.WW ; ! drabble

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. meanie wonwoo hehe.

here you were sitting on the lap of your lover his dick stuffed deep in your aching pussy, but he wouldn’t move.

but to be honest you deserved it, while he was calling someone at work, you decided to bitch up & do some not so ethical stuff.

so wonwoo being well… wonwoo decided to discipline you in his own way, that is being you not coming on his cock which is your favorite thing to do, he just pulled aside your panties & cockwarmed you till tears started to well out of your eyes “n-nonu” you tried to beg but he just shushed you up, completely ignoring you & giving his full attention to his so called business call he had that was so important.

while you sat there like a sad puppy, nuzzling your head into his neck while you whimpered, suddenly… a thought popped into your head smiling devilishly then clenching your pussy around his dick to create some kind of relive for you.

but it didn’t end well.

a slap! came across your ass a harsh one you might add, you couldn’t control yourself you moaned loving the pain that inflicted upon you.

“my pretty cock sleeve, can’t behave hm? your mind too dumb to understand? might just have to fuck you then show it to my colleagues huh baby” he pushed your hair out of your forehead, caressing it then gripping, pulling it back so you can look at him.

you being stubborn about being fucked by your pretty boyfriend just moaned out a please wonu!.

he pulled out of you, closing the call that was muted during your little moment there, not even bothering to say goodbye.

wonwoo later you on your back then grabbed his lengthy member with one hand while the other held your panties up, he then slid his cock between your underwear & cunt, pushing it back & forth.

you just rolled your eyes in annoyance, then eventually pouting, dropping the brat act quickly.

you & wonwoo knew how cock dumb you could be for him, you drop anything for you to feel his cock pumping inside of you.

“nonu, please please n-need your cock m-m” you whined once again, “aww, your so cute when your all pathetic for me hm?” he laughed, fastening his pace, precum was splattered all over your panties making them soil.

“wanna get fucked bad, darling?” he questioned “yes yes, anything wonwon” you answered so quick.

“you sure anything, sweets” he said wanting to confirm, you just whined in desperation.

he giggled, grabbing his phone while you watched not caring about it, you just wanted to cum & cum till you can’t think anymore.

pressing record on his mobile, he grabbed his cock, quickening in & out of your panties.

“who’s my pretty cumdump hm?” he said, you moaned out as an answer, slap! landed on your poor clit, “cmon baby use that little dumb brain for me who’s my pretty cumdump” he asked firmly again. “hmphh! I-i am n-nonu!” you almost screamed out with tears flowing following with it.

“f-fuck, that’s right I only get to fuck this pretty pink cunt” he groaned, getting sloppy with pushing his cock in your panties, eventually getting sloppy between your folds.

“o-only for you wonu, only yours” you pouted, moving your hands to cover your eyes then arching your back slightly, loving the simple feeling of his length going through folds up & down.

“m-my fuckin fleshlight” he suddenly pulled out of your folds, coming all over your tummy, a milky warm liquid flowing over you.

stopping recording of his lewd act then hitting send to whoever the hell he was calling.

“that’s my good girl, gonna make you cum now how does that sound?” “yes yes please nonu please make me cum” you finally were getting what you wanted for what seemed to be like hours.

he made you cum all night, you guys fucked in every position possible making it a memorable night that you would definitely want again & again, till you couldn’t walk.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! this is all 100% consented pls don’t get it wrong 🫶🏻

#seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen #seventeen x you #seventeen scenarios #svt smut #wonwoo smut #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x y/n #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo drabble #wonwoo please i need you

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wifeyoozi · 7 months ago

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When gameboi wonwoo isn't giving you enough attention so you take the matters in your own hands. (smut, MDNI, mild spanking and degradation)

Wonwoo had been spending a lot of time gaming recently and you know he isn't ignoring you on purpose, he probably isn't even noticing how little time he's spending with you these days and that's something you could change. You definitely could make yourself more attractive than Wonwoo's stupid games, right!?

You sigh dramatically as you enter Wonwoo's room with a mop. You put almost no effort into mopping, but Wonwoo is staring the fuck out of you. You try to ignore the tug at your lips threatening a smirk. You gotta be discreet.

"Y/n? What are you doing?"

"cleaning, why?" Wonwoo had muted his mic and had stopped smashing his keyboard, meaning your plan was working.

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow. "And what are you wearing?"

"An apron! Couldn't get myself dirty, y'know."

"and nothing underneath that." Wonwoo stated. He got up his chair, no longer bothered to win whatever game he was playing and walks up to you. You giggle when he holds both of your wrists and hold them above your head, the mop falling down.

It was that easy to get Wonwoo's attention back to you. All you had to do was roam around the house naked and he would come running to you like a dog coming for his food.

He's kissing you aggressively now, breathless as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. His other hand reach to untie the damn apron which hid nothing. His large hand roamed around the bare span of your body, from your back to your ass to your thighs and back at your ass, groping and squeezing the mass their. His mouth detached to yours and found itself on your neck, biting and bruising and marking. You moaned out his name as he began abusing your bare nipples now.

He then swiftly turns you around and pushes your face against the nearest wall, so that your ass was to him. He untied the strings of his sweatpants and took them off with his boxers in one go, his hard and big dick now throbbing against his torso. You are wet enough for him to slide in two fingers easily and he works them to scissor you open and prepare you for him.

When you re ready enough and give him the go, he plunged his dick in you. His glasses are fogged up as he fucks you fast. You moan and whimper his name everytime he hit your sweet spot. He spanks your ass a few times, calling you out for disturbing him and ruining his match and probably making him lose. Not that he really cared about those things when he was balls deep in you. Punishment sex was just sexy.

You mutter a sorry and your not builds up in your abdomen hearing him degrade you, calling you a needy slut. You know he's close too, from the way he stutters in speech and how his breath hitches. His fingers find your clit, giving you just the right stimulation to align your orgasm to his. He pulls out just in time, giving his dick a single jerk before he's nutting on your ass, painting the reddened flesh white.

He has to hold you from collapsing after you reach your high, your skin still tingling from the dopamine release. You both are panting.

"maybe next time you can just tell me when you want to fuck so I don't pop a boner while talking to my friends."

"Maybe next time don't go as long as three hours without giving me attention."

"Maybe next time you should sit on my lap and cockwarm me when I game."

#svt #seventeen #svt smut #svt x reader #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader #gamebo1 wonwoo #yea the reader was t given attention for 3 whole hours #3 hours is equivalent of 3 months #reader is just hungry for Wonwoo's attention #i am reader #jeon wonwoo #seventeen smut #svt imagines #ceecee thots #i was a little drunk when i wrote this pls

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lxnarphase · 7 months ago

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Please more Hikari and Todo. It's scratching this itch in my brain😩

━━ ❝ IF YOU WANT IT ❞

☾₊‧⁺...lunar's note : AAA yesyes this has been brewing for a while, i am happy to write hakari i love him so sooooo much!! and ive got another ask for a todo fic im workin on so this'll be hakari's piece <33 it a bit short bc ive got a bit of writers block rn bc of finals taking away my creativity, BUT I THINK ITS GOOD

☾₊‧⁺...cw : smut, pre-established relationship, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, mentions of creampies, mentions of birth control, reader makes the birth control decision herself not for the man!!! never get on birth control just cause a man says to!!, hakari nearly loses it

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : you tell your boyfriend that you'd like to try sex with no condom and he can't help but get a little excited

"you...you what?"

the way you giggle makes him dizzy as you flicked the condom out of his hands with your middle finger and thumb. "you heard me, mr. hakari. no condom, baby girl is on birth control," you said in a singy-song voice. you made the decision a while ago and decided you were going to stick to it. "if you want to use a condom, we can, though, honey," you say, cupping one of his cheeks.

he looked so cute, jaw dropped as he kneels between your thighs, dick hard and twitching. "nonononono, i wanna try, i do, 'm just..." kinji lets out a heavy sigh before he shuffles a little closer. "c-can't believe you lettin' me d'this, cupcake..."

the poor thing, kinji looks so nervous, his eyes wide as he slowly, carefully, starts to push his tip in. if he's going to do this, he needs to commit, but fuck, your pussy was so hot, he feels like he's gonna die-- the moment his tip pops in, he is a goner. his head falls back and his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as a choked groan escapes him.

"hoooohmygod, baby, what the fuck," kinji swears, looking back down. he didn't wanna miss a single second of his cock pushing inside, but the view wasn't doing him any better. "you're so warm...are you always this wet, cupcake? fuck, i didn't know, baby, i didn't know."

you coo at him, how could you not when he already looks so fucked out? his pretty eyes are rolling back and his lip is between his teeth, the glint of his chain with your name on it dangling so pretty on his neck.

he's not moving yet, he's still inside you, so sure that he's going to lose himself inside of you. but then you start talking and he's so screwed because hearing you say such filthy things in that gorgeous, addictive voice of yours is kinji's weakness.

"c'mon, kinjiiii, you just gonna sit there?"

"mmn, poor thing, 's too good? you gonna cum just from puttin' it in?"

"d'aww, kinjiii...pussy made you fucked out already?"

yes. yes it fucking did.

weakly dropping down to his forearms over you, he presses a little kiss against your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours and glaring at you weakly. you know you've got him where you want him.

"doll, you're so cruel to me."

finally, finally, he starts moving and...it feels way too good.

"o-oh. mnn, kinji, shit," you swear, glancing down to where his cock is slowly dragging out of you just to push back in. "fuck, b-baby, you feel s' hot inside me..." the wet noise that fills the air as he slides back in to the hilt causes makes you both hot in the face, it's already getting messy and he hasn't even picked up the pace yet. he coos at you, kissing you once you begin to mewl his name. "i know, baby, i know, 's good, yeah?"

fuck, the sensation of being inside you without any barrier is intoxicating, overwhelming. kinji's pretty eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he allowed himself to feel every detail of your slick walls gripping him.

"talk t' me, angel, how's it feel, huh? c'mon, pretty baby, i wanna know," kinji whines, hips starting to pick up speed as he grows desperate to hear you say how good it feels.

but you don't even get to respond before he hits so fucking deep that you can feel yourself gush. the feeling of your hot, cushy walls hugging him so tightly paired with the pretty little gasp he gets when his sticky tip nudges against something that makes you get impossibly wetter makes him lose his mind.

"y'feel it, right? 's me, 's all me, an' i don't know if i can go back, baby girl, fuck! ohmygodd, you're so wet, so fucking wet for me."

"can i cum inside? you gonna let me fuck you full? hm? please, baby, i'll be so good to ya, let your man stuff you wit' his cum, 's gonna feel so fuckin' good, promise, promise."

"suckin' me in so good, 'm-'m gonna be in this pussy all the fuckin' time. you can handle it, right? gonna be a good girl and get fucked every. fucking. day. by hakari kinji? say it, i wanna hear you say it, cupcake."

"i love you, baby, y'know that right? yeah? yeah, love you s' fuckin' much, 'm gonna marry you and make sure you never have t' go a day without gettin' fucked raw by this cock, 's alllllll for you."

#hakari kinji smut #hakari kinji x you #hakari kinji x reader #hakari x you #hakari x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen hcs #🥃 ── kinji.#˗ˏˋ ★ lxnarworks .ᐟ

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smutallyouwant · 9 months ago

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Twice Fic World ch. 2.5

I Got You, Boss

🎱 Part 1

I got busy, but here's the first part of the sequel of Strawberry Picking 🍓<3.

Mina x Male Reader

Word count: approx. 800 words

Summary: A quick warmup before the presentation.

The time has come, it's Monday and today is your presentation in front the higher-ups of your company. You're excited and nervous at the same time. You went to work early because you and your boss will hit the road at exactly 8 am. You arrived at 6:45 am and you went to the roof top to have a smoke. Smoking clears your mind and also makes you relax. You held into the rails and a familiar voice called out your name.

" Y/N "

You looked and Mina approached you with a peace sign pose

" What the heck, why are you so early? "

" I heard that you smoke here every morning whenever you have quite a work load. I knew you'll go here early because it's your presentation today " Mina answered.

" You're amazingly thoughtful " you giggled and continued smoking.

" You know smoking kills you, right? "

" Yes I know, will you make me stop? "

" Of course not, but I will help you relax " Mina answered before kneeling.

Mina looked into your eyes whilst removing your belt.

" Hey Mina someone might see us, someone can just bust out the door " you whispered.

" No, I locked it "

" I checked view earlier, no one can see us down there in this angle " she added.

You're turned on already due to her hot outfit. You palmed her cheeks and gently rubbed it with your back hand. Mina looked at you seductively. It's abvious that she's wet and horny right now. She keeps on looking towards you while licking your dick.

" You remembered when you fucked my throat last time, Y/N? " she asked with a frown before putting your dick inside her mouth.

She sucks it while maintaining eye contact with you. She gently sucked your shaft in a slow pace. You cupped her cheeks as you find her so cute in that position while giving you a head. You're very surprised on how she's doing a fellatio, you can feel her tongue circling and playing the head of your dick while sucking it at the same time. The pleasure is immense, her slow pace causes you to feel her blowjob much better. Her tounge makes your dick tingly, her sucking and her lips then gives you that nice pleasure.

She finally popped your dick and started stroking it with her silky smooth hands. The combination of the pre-cum and her saliva makes a perfect lubricant. You grabbed her face and started making out with her while she strokes your dick.

~~ahh

~~mmmhhh

~~slurpss

Moans escapes both of your mouth while enjoying the make out. You are leaning on the terrace grills, your left hand is palmed and rubbing her face and the other is wrapped around her waist. You're pulling her closer as you sucks her tongue and clips her lips with yours while her left hand stokes your dick, her other hand is simply wrapped on your neck.

You slowly pushed her to the door of the rooftop entrance, all while you're still kissing. You pushed her against the thick door and you held her neck. You kissed her neck and shoulders, her arms hugged your head and your other arm is groping her boobs.

" ~~ ahh baby, I've been waiting for this " she said under her moans.

" Me too, I'm so hungry for you " you said before giving her a final deep kiss.

You broke the kiss and you turned her around, revealing her back. You licked her back and you gently pulled her dress up so you can remove her shorts and underwear.

~~ mmhhh ~~ahh

She moaned.

You aligned your dick to her pussy and slowly pressed it inside.

" ~~ ahhh, yes babyy fuck me, fuck me " she said while moaning.

You started fucking her, she arced her back and her head is pressed into the door. You're holding her waist while giving all your strength in every thrust of your dick. Mina kept moaning every thrust.

~~ ahhh!!

~~ mhhh, fuck me more baby!

" Y/N can you pull my hair? " she said while smiling seductively.

You're shocked on how bold Mina was. But nothing's going inside of your head right now except that you're fucking a goddess while completely witnessing her sexy arced body and bottle-like shape. You pulled her hair and her moans becomes more bold.

~~~ahhhhaaahhh yesss!

" You're so horny, Mina "

" Are you happy? That you can now moan this wildly because of my dick? Your girlfriend can't do this to you so you can't show your true nature right, Mina? " You said while ramming her.

" Don't say that, Y/N ~~ahh "

You put your head beside hers.

" No, you're my slut now. Tell me the truth if you want me to fuck you like this everytime " you whispered into her ear.

" ~~mhhh, yes babyy. I'm your slut. Chaeyoung can't fuck me like this so please fuck me everytime you want " she seductively said.

You pulled her hair to your head, she released a wild moan and grinned her teeth while you're ramming her pussy.

" I've been fucking you for few minutes now, where do you want this load, slut? "

" I don't have a tissue with me baby, please tell me if you're cumming and I will suck that dick clean ~mmhgg " she said before biting her lower lip.

" ~~ ahh I'm cumming baby " you said before letting go of her waist.

Mina quickly puts her mouth into your dick and sucked it. You grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, your dick reach her throat and you continued ramming her throat. Mina is pretty used to it now and she holds your leg while looking into your eye. After few thrusts you shoots your cum into her throat and you feel her fingers clenching your leg muscles. You pushed her head into your dick so hard while it still spits your cum. Mina's eyes rolled as she choke in her own salivas. After you withdrawn your dick she fell into her knees and gasped for air, she coughed heavily as she chokes. She is holding her neck and her eyeliner is a mess.

" Are you okay Mina? "

You asked before you sat in front of her while she is still gasping her air. She is not answering but she laid her arms into your shoulders.

" You okay, Mina ? " You asked again in a comforting voice.

Mina slowly lifts her head and she opened her mouth infront of you revealing her tongue. She shows how she swallowed your cum and nothing is left, all while smiling. You're turned on again and your dick became hard again. You sucked her tongue and makes out with her.

" I'm horny again, Mina " you said.

" Follow me " she replied.

She pulled you into the women's restroom, she pulls out a toothbrush from her pouch and she removed her underwear and raised her dress. She lets you fuck her while brushing her teeth infront of the mirror and on top of that she lets you record how you fuck her. In her defense she want you to watch that if you became horny when she's not around. She let you cum inside this time. Before leaving you kissed her and she sprayed her perfume into your suit.

" Goodbye, Y/N ! Goodluck in your presentation " she said with a gummy smile.

- To be continued

#mina x reader #twice mina #twice imagines #twice smut #twice x reader

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madamechrissy · 1 month ago

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Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- oral sex (fem recieving) semi public sex, public play, a lap dance for the reader, basically them being cute and freaky lol

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ this chap- 9.6k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right? That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU

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Chapter 13

Satoru’s parents do not open the door, no it’s a snobbish looking butler, who looks at you with disdain, then looks at Gojo and rolls his eyes. Gojo snorts, pulling you against his side and shoving past him, walking into the insanely decadent manor. If you thought Gojo’s place was fancy, this was ridiculous, paintings worth more than your life everywhere, and sleek white marble everywhere.

Chandeliers hang above your head, you look up in awe, and Satoru is chuckling as he walks you through. “Pretentious as fuck, aren’t they?”

You giggle a bit, looking at your handsome fiancé , grinning at you with those pretty straight teeth of his, lowering his blue shades with a wink. “Indeed they are. You grew up here?”

“Nah, mostly boarding schools. Thank God.” You hold onto him then, realizing there was still so much more to learn about your soon to be husband, you open your mouth but soon his parents walk in. His snobby mom and snobby father look so prim and proper as they walk to you all, Gojo waves. “Hey, parental units.”

“Is that what you call us now?” His mom asks, and you shiver as she comes near you, assessing you up and down, as if searching for a flaw. You remember what she said, what she did, it makes you sick.

“Well could call you a fucking bitch if you want.”

“Satoru!” His dad hisses out.

Satoru rolls his eyes, then they narrow on his father, as Satoru lets you go, cracking his knuckles, and you tense, surely he wouldn’t-

“Since I don’t hit women, you get two for threatening my fiancé.” Satoru Gojo punches his dad then, right in the stomach, and his father gets furious, going to swing on his own son, for Satoru to duck, scowling and punching him in the face. Satoru’s mom is flipping her shit, screaming out.

“Satoru stop it!” She demands, as you watch on in shock and awe, mouth wide open as Satoru glares at his mom.

“Well I can’t hit you, mom, so he needed to take your hit. That second one is for slapping her pretty face.” He says, through gritted teeth, as the butler has ran up an ice pack for Satoru’s father.

“You’re such a little shit, you always have been.” His dad says then, only for Satoru to grin, shaking out a hand that already has blood on the knuckles, throwing his head back as he laughs.

“I guess I really am. So, let me properly introduce you to my fiancé.” He says your name, pulling you to him and kissing your hand, as Satoru’s dad sits in one of the fancy seats of the dining hall, where they clearly had prepared some sort of meal for you all. “Show em the ring, shnookums.”

“Oh… um, it’s beautiful.” You say softly, as his mom snatches your hand, looking at it, then at Satoru. “We’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!? Satoru stop this, we already called the college, you have your job, and she has her position at the school-”

“We’re getting married regardless. Sorry, no invite for ya. Ooh, looks yummy!” Satoru starts popping the fancy macaroons and tarts in his mouth, moaning, as his mom assesses you. You hand her the envelope with the money then, she blinked in surprise. “Oh yeah, can’t buy her off. Plus that wasn’t shit for money, cheap asses.”

“Well we figured since she’s so poor-”

“I was poor. I am not anymore.” You correct, and his mom sighs, tossing back her silvery hair and gesturing for you to sit.

“We are… sorry that we…” His father can’t even finish his sentence, instead slamming back a whiskey. “Ow.”

Satoru snorts. “Can’t even finish your bullshit, huh father? Oooh yum.” Satoru now is stuffing cream puffs in his mouth, and yanks you onto his lap, causing his parents to scowl, affronted as you sit on a long leg. Satoru shoves a cream puff in your mouth, and you bite into the sweetness, moaning. “Fuck you’re hot.”

“Satoru, really?” His dad demands, and he just grins, licking whipped cream off his thumb, as you marvel at how fucking strong he is, how he gives just no fucks, your crazy Toru.

“Anyway, we’re getting married, and she will own part of the company with me, fuck I won’t do a pre nup even, because I know she’ll run you all into the ground even if she leaves me.” He chuckles deviously, sipping on some juice and pouring you a glass.

“I’ll never leave you, silly man.” You say softly, and Satoru exhales, kissing you right in front of his parents, earning his mother smacking the table.

“Enough of this! How much do you all need to not marry? A hundred thousand, two hundred thousand?”

You smile then, looking right at her. “No amount of money could make me not marry your son.”

“Thatta girl.” He pinches your hip with a charming smirk, and somehow even his parents’ cold manor is comfy, when Satoru has you. Satoru is your home .

You’re so lucky.

“A million?” His father asked, and you giggle now.

“No amount in the world. Despite you all being some of the worst parents I have ever seen, and that’s saying a lot from a foster kid, I absolutely adore the man he’s become, no thanks to you.”

“You insolent little bitch.” His father says, and Satoru grins psychotically, as he studies his dad and his swelling face.

“I’ll add two more hits for that.”

“You will not! Stop it.” Satoru’s mom scowls at her husband, and he grumbles, holding his glass out for another drink. “Let’s be rational. I fixed the situation, the one you both caused with recklessness!”

“The one you caused, putting money in pockets. You always have had a silver spoon in your mouth, but that’s going to change soon.” Satoru says, and his mom narrows her eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Satoru grins “It means that when we marry, we’re going to own fifty one percent of this shit show, and guess what? You can’t buy me, you can’t bully me, and you can’t lie to me anymore. If you dare come near her again, I will make sure your reputation is ruined and I will have you fired from your own company. I have enough dirt on you both to do just that."

The silence in the room is deafening, and you look at Satoru curiously, sensing he has more up his sleeve, it’s as if he’s in full lawyer mode, and fuck if that isn’t always the most attractive thing. His hand is gripping your waist tightly, the other grabbing his cell phone, as he shoots you a little wink, and you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, to his parents dismay.

Satoru's mother's hand flutters to her chest, her eyes wide with shock, while his father's hand trembles as he holds onto his drink, trying to keep a firm grip. The air is thick with tension, and you can almost taste it on your tongue, you can sense their fear of their own son, who has become so strong away from them. What must it have been to have lived with them you shudder to think of it.

"What... what are you talking about?" His father finally stammers, playing dumb, but you know better. You've seen the way they've treated Satoru, heard the whispers, felt the coldness in their eyes every time they look at you, for them to suddenly put on some innocent air is hilarious.

Satoru's smile turns into a full-blown grin, a wicked glint in his eye. "Oh, come on, dad. You didn't think I'd just let you get away with this, did you? Either of you, oh and you’re both such whores and so easy to trail." He pulls out his phone, swipes through some messages, and holds it up for them to see.

“What on earth!” Satoru’s mom gasps as she looks at the image, and Satoru chuckles, showing you his father with what appears to be a… lady of the night?... your eyes bug out nearly, as his dad sputters.

“Well, that’s not me!”

“It sure looks like you!” His mom shoves at his father, and Satoru is wickedly smirking, wiggling his thin white brows, as you marvel silently.

"You see, I've been keeping tabs on your little... indiscretions. And I've got enough evidence to ruin your ‘Gojo’ reputation, oh and your marriage. But Mother , you’re also so slutty!"

“What, I never!” She glares, but Satoru’s shoulders are shaking with laughter as he pulls up another photo, and you flush as you see it’s his mother and a pool boy, before he shows them, and Satoru’s father stands angrily. “That’s not me!”

“That’s Antonio, the pool boy, and you , my god!” His dad shouts, and his mom stands then, slapping his dad in the same cheek Gojo punched.

“You’re cheating too!”

“You’re both horrible, but that pool boy seemed so nice when I spoke to him. He’s down to say all sorts of interesting things, as is your hooker, Father. So…”

“Satoru, please stop this! We’ll leave you alone.” His mom says then, sullenly, and you watch Lawyer Gojo just smash another case as he taps your thigh and you stand, holding his hand, which he kisses with a wink.

“We will… not bother her again.” His father grumbles, as you see them seething, wanting to kill each other, clearly.

“Yeah, keep Naoya the fuck away too, he’s a goddamn murderer, what is wrong with you two? Their money that good?”

His mother's face pales, and she opens her mouth to protest, but no words come out. You squeeze his hand, your heart racing. “Naoya is sentenced tomorrow, so likely he will be in prison for life.” His mom says, and Satoru looks down at you, as you smile up at him.

“Killed that case.” You whisper, and he purrs, kissing you, as his parents watch quietly.

"Now, I suggest we sit down and have a civilized conversation about this. Unless you'd rather I start making some calls and sharing your scandalous behavior? God what will the church say you two sinners!" He says, his dramatic, a hand to his chest, and you barely hold in your snort of laughter.

The room is a flurry of movement as they both scramble to sit back down, desperation etched on their faces. The power dynamics have shifted, and you can't help but feel like you're watching some damn snake charmer in action, like Satoru can control the vipers his parents are, and he’s pretty damn happy, you feel it radiating everywhere.

"Alright, let's talk," his mother says, her voice shaking slightly. "What do you want?"

Satoru leans back in his chair, pulling you back down to his lap, their lips terse as they watch you both, but they say nothing as you nuzzle him, so madly fucking in love with this man who gives no fucks. This man who will do anything for you, and you can’t believe just how lucky you are. Satoru Gojo has investigated his own parents to keep you safe, to be with you.

Satoru speaks now, as you brush back his silky hair, as you study this amazing man you’re to marry. "I want you to leave us alone. I want you to accept that we're getting married, and we're going to run this company together. And if you so much as breathe a word of disrespect towards my fiancé again, I'll make sure you never see the light of day in the corporate world, and are dirt fucking poor, ruined."

There is a quiet moment as they look at each other, then they sigh, literally at the same time. You watch Gojo preen like a peacock, so proud, and you’re proud of him too. "Fine," his father says, his voice gruff. "But we expect you to behave like the Gojos you are. No scandals, no drama."

"No worries, there. We're just going to live our lives, make some babies, and run our own law firm." He touches your tummy, and you can’t stop the heat from radiating from his touch, from his little wink as his blue eyes look at you under those shades.

A baby.

It sounds more and more like something you want the more he teases you, perhaps not yet, for you have to finish law school, but you see babies in your future, you see a few babies. Maybe a little boy with white hair like his dad, mischievous and smart, and a sweet little girl like you, a feisty smart cookie.

That idea makes you ache, do you have baby fever now!? Damn Satoru Gojo makes it hard not to. You try to focus. "Law firm?" His mother echoes, looking at you with renewed interest.

You nod, feeling a surge of courage. "Yeah, we're going to help people who can't help themselves. Make the world a better place, one case at a time, aren’t we Toru?" You ask him with a big grin, and he nods at you, grinning right back.

“Sure the fuck will. Gonna have little lawyer kids, family firm.”

“If they want to!” You say, and he kisses your neck, hands firm on your waist as he shamelessly nuzzles you.

“If they want to, we won’t push our kids to do what they don’t want.” He glare behind his shades is right back on his parents. Satoru's parents exchange a look that you can't quite read, but you suspect it's a mix of shock and disbelief. "So, we're clear, yeah? You'll stay out of our personal lives, and we'll run the company like the adults we are, fairly."

“We think we can do that. Could we at least plan a big wedding, you’re the heir of the Gojo family-”

“No, and you’re not invited. But, you can send her a generous gift.” Satoru says, as his mom’s face falls, you’d almost feel bad if you didn’t know how horrible of a woman she was, pretty as she was on the outside.

His father sighs. “Fine, we’ll send a gift.” He says.

"And one more thing.” Satoru says. "If you ever, and I mean ever, try to bribe, blackmail, or otherwise manipulate my fiance again, I will take you down."

“We got that, Jesus Satoru. You’re clearly infatuated.” His mom grumbles, sipping on a mimosa now, as you feel their defeat, and it makes you way too happy.

"We're going to be happy, you know. Me and your son.” You speak up finally, and they both look at you curiously. “I will be a good wife to him, and a good mother to any children we have, I will never abandon him, I will be by his side, whether I fit your ideal for a wife or not. Our happiness is not something you can control or take away."

Satoru's mom looks at you, her eyes narrowed, but you see a flicker of something in them, something that might just be a hint of respect. Or maybe it's fear of Satoru, but either way, you feel Satoru’s warmth under you, and see the emotion on his face, which he quickly controls. You know he can’t let others see him, especially his vulture parents.

“I think we have an understanding?” They nod. “Good deal, knew you two were smart… somewhat.”

They roll their eyes, but you smile.

“We have a lot to do, it’s a bachelor party tonight you know. Bachelor and bachelorette? I don’t know, we have a strip club to go to, oh and so much fucking to do, you know. Gonna make babies.” He chuckles as he stands, and picks you up bridal style, to his parents’ horrified looks. “Nice seeing you all again.”

Satoru walks you right out then, in his arms, through the extravagant halls of the Gojo mansion, and you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek over and over. Soon he has you in the back of the car, as his driver Ijichi smiles at you both, looking tired.

“How did it go, Mr. Gojo?” He asks, and Satoru grins, tapping his shoulder and tipping him hundreds. “Oh, that well?”

“So well. That’s to ignore her moans, she’s so loud.” Ijichi blushes as much as you do, as you’re dragged into the back of the limo, and he’s pulling you on his lap, grinning so pretty at you.

“Satoru Gojo, you’re amazing. Beyond amazing.”

"You were incredible," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin while he kisses it, firm lips pressing on delicate skin, and your hands shake as they cling to his shoulders. "So strong, so brave."

“Me brave, you! Fuck you did an investigation!” He chuckles, as his big hands grip your hips over your pretty blue dress he bought you this morning.

“I’m Satoru Gojo baby, what did you expect? Fuck them.”

“Do you ever think they’ll change?” You whisper, stroking his cheek, and he shakes his head.

“They’ve always been that way. I don’t have any hope they’ll change, my only hope is now they know they can’t touch you.” You blink back emotions, as tears threaten to spill, Satoru sighs as a couple escape. “God you’re pretty crying.”

“God you’re pretty all the time.” He smirks.

“That’s you baby girl.”

“We’re both pretty.” You murmur, leaning forward, as now you feel his excitement pressing between your thighs, and you heat up, tension pooling in your lower tummy, as you feel his breaths against your ear.

“I love you, baby girl. I need you, now, please.” He pleads so sexy, sliding your panties to the side and slipping two fingers in, making you moan, your head falling back for his hot kisses. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

“Need you, need you too.” You whisper back, and he loses it, hurriedly unsnapping his belt with a click, and you’re unzipping him, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers, which you shove down, almost falling. He catches you with a nervous laugh, as he takes the sight of you in.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He says softly, then he’s sliding his length, stretching you out so much, so full, you gasp, wincing at that stretch, and he’s exhaling, his breath cool against your breasts, hands sliding to your hips. “Oh my god so tight.”

“You’re so thick… fuck…” You whimper, and he eats it up, with his hungry kisses, allowing you to adjust before he moves, and you’re riding Satoru Gojo’s cock in the back of a limo, soaking his length as you roll your hips, watching his pretty face contort in pleasure. His hands grab you everywhere, taking over your entire body, leaning back in his seat, watching you.

“God, you’re pretty.” He says softly, yanking your dress down, your breasts bouncing out for his hungry eyes. “Fuck.”

“Fuck!” You cry out a moment later, as he’s kissing around an areola, sucking it into his hot, wet mouth as you’re bouncing up and down, his hands on your ass, those swirling blue eyes looking up at you.

“Mmm, that’s it.” He whispers, little strings of saliva dripping from his lips as he sucks on your other nipple, hands gripping your ass as it shakes from your thrusts, as you hear your skin smacking his. “Ride me so fuckin good, pretty girl, don’t you?’

“Toru!” You’re a mess, thigh muscles struggling as you sit down on his cock so deep, his tip leaking and grinding on your cervix. “Can’t move.”

“You’re weak, little brat.” He teases, but you whine, nodding, as he starts moving you, lifting you up and down his length with ease, pistoning his hips so his cock is wrecking your pussy now. You feel him so deep, fucking in your stomach, deeper, as you feel yourself closer and closer. “That’s it, baby girl, cum for me.”

How can you not cum for Satoru Gojo, as his thick length is stretching you, as his eyes are locked on yours, as he’s urging you on. You fall apart, pussy throbbing around him, and he hisses at how good it feels, as you’re gushing wetness down his pants, all down to those fancy leather seats of the limo. You hear your squishing, how wet you are as he pounds up into you.

His brows are drawn together, his pale cheeks flushed with pink, his pouty lips parted as he gasps, and holds you up, leaning further back into the seat, as he pumps your pussy full, as you look down and see your slickness pooling around the white hair on his pelvis. You brace yourself on his hard chest, feeling his heart thudding against your palm, as you lean forward, and he captures your lips.

You drink in his moans, as he sips up your cries, and you’re holding yourself up as much as you can so he can fuck into you harder, your lips breaking apart, eyes rolling back as he’s kissing up your jaw. Satoru’s moaning in your ear is far too sexy, that husky deep sound as he slows, rolling his hips and pulling your hair.

“Miss Brat, your pussy is far too good, I’m gonna sue you for… misuse of… kegals.” You giggle breathless, as he slows more, and you ease down on him, trying to move, all sweaty despite the cool air in the limo, looking right into his bright eyes, lidded with desire.

“I only do kegals as - fuck! Toru…” He’s pushing you down, his hand sliding between you to roll a circle on your clit with his thumb, and you’re falling apart all over him again, crying out as you cum harder.

He smirks, biting his lower lip between those sharp teeth, raising a brow as he watches as your orgasm hits you. “Can’t even… mmm… finish an argument, huh Miss Brat? Under… pressure…”

“F-fuck! Okay… I use kegals for you and to make you cum fast- ah!” Satoru is scowling as he smacks your ass, and you’re giggling breathlessly, but it dies when he’s got you laid out on the long limo seat, laying on top of you, as you’re a trembling mess under him.

“Objection.” He huffs, and you can’t laugh, he’s shoved his cock to the hilt, dragging the tip on your g spot, overstimulating you as his heavy balls are smacking against your ass.

“Objection to what!? Fuck, Toru, there, there!”

“No. Sustained.” You laugh again, and earn a scowl. “You can laugh, huh, not fucking you hard enough, baby.”

“I-what- ah!” Now Satoru is fucking you so hard it’s brutal, mean cock bullying into your entrance over and over, as his long fingers wrap your throat, squeezing and making everything fuzzy. “You’re rusty, Professor, sustained- ah- doesn’t… fuck, doesn’t apply!”

“Fucking brat, swear to-” He’s slamming harder, raising your thigh up to where your feet are on his shoulder, then you can’t take it, you’re a writhing mess, as he’s whining out softly, kissing up your ankles, even the tops of your feet as he pounds you, such a contradiction.

Your pussy is struggling to accommodate him, as he’s slamming that cervix at a bruising pace, unrelenting. You’re losing oxygen as he squeezes your throat tighter, as he takes over everything you are, igniting that insane heat in your core that is about to spill over. Your tits bounce with every thrust, and he moans as he watches.

“Play with em, law student. Now.” He orders gruffly, releasing your throat and bracing himself on the seat, and you eagerly oblige, grabbing them and squeezing, earning his moan, and his cock twitching inside of you. “You’re so sexy, oh my god, yes baby, pinch those nipples.”

You cry out as he’s rolling his hips inside you, as you’re a slick mess, your cunt sucking his thick length in over and over, head falling back into the seat as you pinch your nipples for him. Satoru’s leaning lower now, kissing your throat, biting it so hard it hurts, but fuck it feels good, you take your hands off your breasts to cling to his muscled back over his suit jacket, pressing into the expensive material.

“Toru, Toru, baby!” You whine out, as he licks a trail up your throat, cupping your face with one hand now, tilting your chin up.

“Look at me, pretty.” You push yourself to focus, as he’s gone blurry with all your pleasure, and he exhales, kissing you deeply, you taste his sweetness, his essence, maddening as his cock finally slows. “I love you.”

“I love you so much Toru.” You whisper back, kissing him desperately as his weight is on you, and he’s grabbing your hips, your dress hopelessly scrunched up around your torso. “Cum in me, please, please.”

“Need me to fill you so bad, slutty brat?” He asks, and you just nod, brow furrowing as he’s caressing your face so lovingly, breath tickling your lips. “Beg for it, pretty girl. Let me know how bad you need it.”

“Oh please, Toru. Please, cum in me. Put your babies in me.” You say hoarsely, eyes locking on his, and you watch him fall apart, and feel his thrusts go hard, so hard he’s fucking you deep into those seats, jerking your entire body.

“Gonna fill you so full, so full, put so many kids in you. You want em, don’t you pretty girl?” You nod at his soft, pleading words, then Satoru makes that little sound you love so much, that whine from the back of his throat, as he pumps you full, and he cums so much, more than usual. You’re shaking as you take it, as he’s crying out, gripping you and kissing you over and over.

You’re both gasping for breath as he eases finally, studying your face and brushing your hair back gently, thumb stroking your cheek. “Toru, I love you. I can’t wait to marry you.” You whisper, tears falling from the overwhelming sensations of cumming, of his love, of his touch, of him .

Satoru’s own eyes go glassy, as he gulps, kissing you softly. “And I love you, Miss Brat. I can’t wait to marry you.”

You both struggle to come to as you kiss over and over, as he’s gently adjusting your dress, as he’s stroking your body, as you cling to him, sitting up now, and he’s rubbing your back. You fall into him, loving him so deeply it’s physically painful, not imagining a life before Satoru Gojo, before your home. He notices you sobbing and peers back, concerned.

“Baby girl, was that too much?”

“No, it was perfect. Oh Toru I just…”

“What is it Shnookums?” You giggle through your tears, making him smile as he holds you, as you touch his face, as he brushes your tears.

“I fall deeper every day. It’s so hard to handle, my heart just aches, as I love you more and more.” He kisses you fervently, then, pulling you so close, like you two couldn’t get close enough, and he has you back in his lap, but sitting to the side, cradling you, looking at you deeply.

“Making me a fucking baby.” He grumbles, making you laugh finally through your tears. “I fall deeper every moment, even when I watch you sleep, like a little snoring angel.”

“Hey!”

You’re both laughing then, and you sigh. “I couldn’t be happier. Fuck I never imagined this.”

“Neither did I. Y’know we got anything together. Yeah?” You grin, nodding.

“Yeah we do. Toru, are we really going to a strip club?”

“Sure are, I wanna see you get a lap dance. Plus dragging serious ass Nanami will be so fucking awkward. Oh, that Yuta kid too. It’s gonna be good.” Satoru’s grinning deviously, and you roll your eyes at him. “C’mon, you’ll love it. I won’t really look at any of them, I have you.”

“Oh I don’t care if you watch a girl dance, silly. But… it does sound kind of fun, I’ve never been. I can’t believe we’ll be married tomorrow!?”

“I know, it’s crazy. We could wait, if you’re scared, chicken.”

“Am not, jerk!” You stick your tongue out and you both laugh as you head home to get ready, you’re not even sure what to expect.

The neon lights of the strip club are glowing different colors, casting a sultry glow over the elaborate decorations that adorned the walls. This was clearly some fancy club, the servers were topless wearing little plaid mini skirts, and the bars had gorgeous bartenders, smiling and ready to get you all whatever you want.

“Gojo! You’re getting married!” The owner comes up to Gojo, shaking his hand enthusiastically, then smiles down at you, you instantly recognize him.

“Sukuna!?” He laughs, coming to give you a kiss on the hand and winking at you. “No wonder we drove so far for this club!”

“It’s the best, I’ll have you know. Fuck I can’t believe you’re getting married, you better not have a divorce, I’ll snatch her up.” He says with his grin on his tanned, handsome face, and Satoru scoffs, rolling his eyes and putting an arm around you.

“Not happening, you know it. She gets fucked too good.” You’re blushing under the lights as Sukuna’s dark brows raise.

“Oh, a challenge?”

“Not a challenge, Toru, don't just say that!” You hiss, but he’s smirking. “Did his hoe ass frequent this place?”

“How dare you assume that!” Satoru scowls, and Sukuna chuckles.

“Nah, not really, but he’d come every now and then to just throw money on the stage, the girls loved him. Don’t think he ever got a dance. Ya gonna get one on your last night?”

“Nah.”

“You can!” You say, and Sukuna sighs.

“She’s perfect, I’m really fucking jealous.”

“Of course she is. But no, I wanna get her a good dance later.” He whispers, as if you can’t hear, and Sukuna hums, rubbing his chin.

“That sounds hot. I can do that, but can I watch.”

“Fuck no.”

“Tch, you’re no fun Gojo.” He glares at him, as Gojo glares back, and you wonder if these two idiots will fight again, but Suguru and Nanami are there, along with Maki and an embarrassed Yuta, who hands you a drink.

“Thank you!” You smile at him, leaning close. “Are you nervous?”

“Never been to one!” He says, his tired eyes looking even more tired, you wonder if Maki’s even letting him sleep, she’s all horned up lately she says. You giggle at the thoughts, earning Yuta’s pout.

“Is she letting you sleep?”

“No, she’s a fiend. Fuck don’t tell her that!”

“Tell me what?” Makin grins as she steps close, leaning forward, that emerald hair falling over her bare shoulder. Yuta blushes, and you can’t stop your smile.

“Yuta was saying he wants to fuck you more , Maki. Like he needs more and more-”

“I’m dying!” He screams out, and you’re laughing as Maki attacks him with her kisses again. Nanami and Suguru step up to the dancers, Nanami looks so awkward it’s adorable, where Suguru seems perfectly comfortable you notice.

Satoru’s arms wrap around you now, and you peek up at him. “So baby girl, you’re getting a lap dance lesson.”

“Am I now?”

“Mmhmm, the only dance I want is from you.” You melt at him then, peering up at his cerulean depths, twinkling with mischief, as you cup his face, thumb running across his stubborn chin. He nuzzles your hand so sweetly.

“You’re perfect.”

“I know.”

“Hey!” He’s chuckling, and you love feeling his chest shake as he does, god you love everything about him. You keep falling deeper into the abyss that is your white haired, lawyer fiance. “Let’s have fun with them first!”

“Oh fine, brat. I guess we should. But…” He leans forward, whispering into the shell of your ear, as his hands grab your ass, pulling you against his hard, lithe body, and you’re reminded of that night at the club, where you met. “I wanna fucking lick you in a bathroom again.”

“You’re so pervy, no!” He’s chuckling, and you heat up at the thought, he can tell when your lashes lower, when you bite your lip.

“You’re so slutty for me, you want to.”

“Uh-uh!”

“Uh-huh. C’mon, let’s go party baby girl, last night before you’re officially my wifey.”

“I can’t wait to be Mrs. Gojo.”

“Mrs. Gojo, fuck that’s hot.” He’s kissing you right there, as strippers, clients, servers all walk by, many awwing and oohing at you two lovers. “C’mon, let's corrupt the rest of that innocent nature.”

Soon you are up towards the stage, where beautiful dancers are swirling around poles, doing splits, so flexible you’re enamored, all in glittery outfits covering basically nothing. Satoru is shoving Nanami up and beckoning the women over to him, making the tall, buff professor Nanami a blushing mess. Maki is with you as you all tip the dancers and Yuta is looking at anything else.

“Yuta come tip them, you chicken?” Maki teases, sticking her tongue out, and he is groaning as he slinks up.

“Don’t be mean, Maki. Yuta only wants to look at you.” You say with a wink, and then Maki looks at him, for Yuta to nod, brushing his black hair back.

“Aww fuck, that’s cute. C’mere.” She’s smacking kisses on him again, and you imagine Yuta isn’t going to get that sleep, as Geto saunters up to you, scooching a seat right next to you.

“Last night of freedom, you wanna spend it with me, love?” Geto teases, and you snort in laughter, shaking your head and smacking at him playfully.

“Oh you’re so full of it!” You snort, sipping your cosmopolitan as you all watch one of the performers. “Holy fuck, how do they bend that way?”

“I’d throw my back out.” You both laugh again, and you put a hand on Geto’s thigh then, making him wiggle his brows. “Are you reconsidering the offer?”

“Shut it! I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you all, especially coming tomorrow for us.” He sighs, slinging an arm around your shoulders and popping a kiss on your cheek.

“Of course, Satoru is my family, now you will be.” You get emotional in the middle of a damn strip club, smiling tremulously at him then, and he taps your nose playfully, smiling. “Don’t you cry at your bachelorette party.”

“It’s my party, I’ll cry if I want to.”

“Oooh, you have the best song lyrics, Shnookums.” Satoru says then, pulling his seat next to you and slinging an arm around you, crossing his ankle over his knee. You lean over and kiss him, giggling.

“I love the eighties. Remember that song that played out in the first dance?” He grins.

“Of course I do. Take Me Home Tonight.” You melt then, giggling, as Suguru watches you two with a smile.

“You all are sickeningly cute.” He says then, and Satoru is brushing your hair back gently, as you look up at him with glittery eyes.

“You really remembered?” You whisper, making Satoru sigh, cupping your face now, and it’s like there’s nothing else in that room, like that night, it overwhelms you especially when his firm lips press on yours.

“Of course I remember, Miss Brat. It was Eighties hour or some shit, but how wouldn’t I remember that song? Miss ‘I can’t dance’! Whatever. Excuse for me to ‘teach you’.”

“Was not!”

“Mmhmm, sure. Sugu, are you trying to give her a wild night or what?” You gasp then, scowling at Satoru’s grin, then looking at Suguru who is tipping a stripper, smirking back at you both.

“Sure I’m down. We're just gonna share again?” Your mouth is dropped open again, eyes darting back and forth.

“Already has her mouth open, what a good girl.” Satoru says, hand on your thigh, sliding up, you smack at him then.

“You stop fucking with me, both of you! You would never share.” You’re glaring at Satoru, and he snorts then, leaning far too close.

“No, I wouldn’t, but you thought about it, slutty brat.” He whispers, earning your shove at his hard chest.

“You’re so full of shit, Toru. You two are the worst! Maybe you both should get married instead.” You stand, crossing your arms, for them to both drag you back down to your seat, and you huff.

“I love to tease you, it’s too fun. Suguru, you notice her thighs shifting?” You about smack your fiancé, but Suguru stands then, laughing as he holds up an empty drink.

“You do have those legs, how do I not notice?” Suguru teases, chocolate eyes squinting and crinkling at the corners as he laughs.

“You stop encouraging him!”

“I’ll go get a drink, you can use me as bedroom talk, I don’t mind.” You throw an empty cup at his back then, only for him to laugh, bending down and picking it up, bonking Satoru in the head, who’s laughing so hard he has tears in his pretty blue eyes.

“Fuck you both!” Suguru’s shoulders shake as he goes up to the bar, flirting with the pretty bartender, whispering something in her ear. “He’s a hoe.”

“He really is.”

“So are you!”

“Reformed, brat. Remember? All reformed, now you really gonna say you wouldn’t do it?” He teases, brushing your hair back and whispering in your ear, as the alcohol warms your tummy and the club music is pounding like your pulse thrumming under your skin, as you realize how turned on you are in the atmosphere. “Can feel that heat from here.”

“From the… environment… that’s my alibi.” You whisper, and he chuckles, nipping your earlobe with his teeth, slipping that hand higher under your little skirt, thumb so close to where you’re wet it’s ridiculous. “Satoru…”

“Fuck.” He whispers then, as his thumb feels the damp spot forming in your panties. “You are so slutty, Miss Brat, want two professors?”

“Maybe… maybe kiss you both.” You tease, and he laughs softly, biting your neck as you nervously close your thighs.

“Just kiss, nothing else huh?” You giggle breathlessly, as you feel your body overheating everywhere, leaning close and kissing him, his free hand turning you so he can rub your folds over your panties unnoticed. You struggle to hold in your cry, as he watches you intently. “Not us both drinking you, huh Niagara?”

“Fuck off, Satoru!” You hiss quietly, but you whimper as the spot grows, until you’re sticky and soaked.

“Mmm, I’m using this as evidence for my case.” You roll your eyes, shaking your head and leaning back, hips bucking up involuntarily, making him grin like mad.

“What case, Professor?”

“The case you wanna fuck all the professors.”

“Only the white haired one, thank you.” You kiss him softly, arms wrapping around his neck, as his fingers press that material between your lips, pulling at it and pressing on your clit. It twitches in response, as you try to keep your sounds in, as he’s so shamelessly touching you in secret at the club.

“The white haired one? The prettiest one?” He whispers.

“The prettiest one there ever was. The prettiest Princess Satoru.” You tease with a grin, but it’s cut off when he slips under the side of your panties and finds you naked, moaning softly, his lips just barely against yours, hovering. “Ya like that, being my Princess Toru?”

“You’re the Princess, Brat, I’m just a little frog.”

“Handsome prince frog.” He slips his finger away, sucking on it then and shutting his eyes, and you damn near jump him in a room filled with strippers, patrons, people all in various stages of undress, and Satoru’s eyes are on you .

“Fuck you taste so good, always. How am I gonna make it through a dance I’m hard as fuck.”

He winces, adjusting himself into his waistband, and you’re blushing as you watch your effects on him, how his thick length shows even in his dark blue jeans. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck. Brat.”

“Me, you did it!”

“Fuck I want you now, I can’t handle it, bet she’s so wet I could drink her.” You whine out loud, earning his lidded gaze, as he’s got his hand entangled in your hair, kissing you over and over, tongue swirling in your mouth. “Let’s do this dance now before I can’t stand not fucking you. I’ll be right back.”

You kiss him over and over, and then peer to see Maki dragging Yuta into a room for a dance, you give her a thumbs up and she blows you a kiss, then you see that Suguru is… well, he’s making out with that bartender in the corner. You roll your eyes, realizing he’d have to take over Satoru’s sluttiness now, and then he shoots you a wink, earning your laugh.

You walk up to Nanami, who is looking a little less uncomfortable, but is not approaching the stage, instead studying his glass. You sit next to him and he smiles softly at you. “Mr. Nanami, you should get a dance. I’m getting one.”

“Are you now?” He asks, sipping his whiskey as he crosses his legs, clad in a fancy three piece suit. “This isn’t my atmosphere. I’m a little more conservative I suppose.”

“Mr. Nanami, you give freak energy.” He sputters and you’re shaking with laughter. “It’s a good thing!”

“Oh dear God. I am not sure what that means.” You sigh, patting his shoulder, stiff from him being so tense.

“I see all the ladies checking you out, you know.”

“Yes well…”

Satoru comes up with two women, and he gestures to Nanami, who’s blushing on his strong cheekbones. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“You’re getting a dance, now be a gentleman and let the lady work.” Satoru says with a wink, as a pretty blond drags Nanami away, who finishes his drink quickly, letting her yank him by his cheetah tie.

“Good call, Satoru.” You say, and he grins at you, as he introduces you to the pretty brunette in front of you, dressed in a G string and a tiny little silver bikini top, and nothing else, making you a little nervous of where to look. “Hello!”

“Hello beautiful, she is so pretty, you’re right!” She says to Satoru, and he grins, his hand on your waist.

“Oh you’re so sweet.” You say shyly, as the lady takes your hand gently in hers. “Are we…”

“You’re getting a dance, bachelorette. And of course your fiancé is going to watch. Are you comfortable with me touching you?” She asks then, as you’re now led into a huge VIP room, with burgundy and red plush seats, it’s super dark in there aside from red LEDS lighting up from the ceiling.

“Um, touching me?” You look at her in confusion, and then at Gojo, who’s helping you sit on the plush seat, sitting right next to you.

“With girls I tend to be a little touchy if they like. But only if you’re okay with it.” She says softly, and she makes you feel comfortable, clearly a professional, and you look to Gojo again.

“It’s fine with me, baby girl, it’s up to you.” He says, as she now spreads your thighs, slipping your skirt up, and you gasp at just that, Satoru’s eyes are hungry as he watches you. “I just want to watch you.”

“Just watch huh?” You say, but he nods.

“I love seeing a devoted fiancé, it’s so rare.” She says, and you melt as you realize that really is what Satoru is. He’s had eyes for you all night, like you’re the most beautiful girl in the room, in a sea of naked women, he’s all about you. It makes you melt more and more for him.

“He is, but so am I.” You say then, holding his hand, and he brings it to his lips, brushing a kiss on your knuckles and winking.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m gonna enjoy a girl on you. I’m still a hoe.” You snort, and the dancer laughs, as she bends low now, kissing your thighs, making you tense, as you’re clinging to the arms of the chair, and she bends down, her eyes looking at you, hands sliding up and down your thighs. “Jesus I won’t make it.”

“It’s your idea!” He sighs, swiping a hand on his face as he turns, staring intently at you as the dancer turns, bending over and rocking her hips between your thighs, taking your hands and putting them on her hips. “Can I do that!?”

She laughs softly. “Yes, you can. Relax, sweetie, it’ll be fun. Maybe you can learn some moves for your fiancé?” You bite your lip nervously, looking back at Satoru as your hands grip her firm waist, toned from dancing, and then she’s turned again, straddling you, her long legs on either side of you. “My prettiest client ever.”

“Oh stop!” You’re a mess, blushing everywhere if that’s possible, as the music from the club thrums quietly in the room, and you feel the heat and the energy taking over, her body sliding against yours, as Satoru is sipping his drink and his eyes are sliding down your body. “You’re pretty too.”

“Thank you, you’re so sweet. Most girls are not so nice.” You frown then a bit, and she shakes her head. Gojo smirks a bit, knowing you’re so fucking sweet you feel bad anyone was mean to her. Fuck he loves you. “Ah-ah you have fun! Here.” She leans forward now.

She’s running her hands down the sides of your breasts, before taking down your straps, revealing your breasts, and you watch them bounce out, as Gojo audibly groans. “I’m gonna die. I really am gonna die.” He grumbles, and you both laugh.

But he really feels like he can’t take it, his cock is straining in his boxers, he was already so hard just feeling your heat, and now he’s looking at your beautiful body, the girl above you is of course pretty but fuck you’re everything, your perfect tits at attention, begging for his mouth. You’re a cute little nervous mess, but clearly you’re enjoying, your eyes are lit up, you’re biting your lower lip.

The dancer licks one of your nipples, and you squeak, and Gojo would chuckle at how cute it was, but he wants to rail your perfect pussy right now. He’s clinging to his chair, shifting to try to adjust himself but it’s too hard, so hard it’s painful. She licks your other nipple and your eyes flutter shut, a little hum of pleasure from the back of your throat, your hands brushing her hair back softly.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He whispers, earning your eyes opening, and looking at him, they’re so dilated they’re almost black, your lips glossy as you wet them.

“You are, such a pretty body.” She says to you, and you’re blushing even harder, as she slides back to her knees, her long thick platform heels clicking on the floor, and he watches her lick you over your panties. You let out what sounds like a squeak, and the stripper licks her lips and grins. “And yummy.”

“Oh my god.” Your head falls back, your hair cascading like a waterfall along the back of the chair, your hands over your face.

That’s it, he can’t stand it. Satoru can’t take it, seeing a girl fucking lick you, he’s about to cum in his pants like a teenager. “Holy shit.” He grumbles, and the stripper looks at him then, and gestures for him to come over to you, putting him on his knees with a satisfied look.

“I’ll let you two continue, yeah?” Satoru digs in his pants for a wad of hundreds, handing them to her. “Oh, you already paid-”

“Extra, you’re amazing.” He gruffly says, as he stares up at you, and the dancer brushes your cheek, giving it a kiss, watching you with a smile.

“It was my pleasure. You two have fun, love birds, twenty minutes left in here you know.” She saunters out, the door shutting with a click, and he watches your bare breasts heave up and down as you whine softly, and he yanks you by your hips, leaning up as you lean down. Your lips capture his, and he tastes your sweetness mixed with your drinks.

“Mmnh, Toru I think I like strip clubs?” You whisper, and he laughs, smiling so big his cheeks hurt, as he slides up under your skirt, pulling your soaked panties down your shaky thighs.

“I had a feeling you’d enjoy that. You’re so sexy, god.” He’s got your glistening pussy in his face, and you’re arching your back, hips bucking up as his breath hits your clit, as he parts your lips and his mouth salivates at how fucking gorgeous you are. He slides a thumb, feeling your dripping wetness, sticking to his fingers, making you cry out now louder.

“Need you, Toru, please.” You breathe out the words, and he licks his lips as he pulls your hips up, pressing your pussy in his face, inhaling you as he buries himself in your soppy entrance with his tongue, nose bumping your clit as you gush down his mouth. “Toru, fuck, fuck… fuck!”

“Mmm, shh, Miss Brat.” He whispers, watching your tiny clit twitch as he spreads you so wide, a thigh over his shoulder, your calf dangling across his back, his cock so hard he starts stroking himself for just some relief. “Want to cum on my face?”

“Please, please Toru.” You’re begging, little tears in those pretty eyes that glimmer under the red lights. You’re pulling at his hair so hard as you grind your pussy against him, and he’s close to cumming from it, from how hard you pull, from how good you taste, from watching your brows scrunch together in pleasure. “There, there, oh my god please .”

You’re dripping down his tongue, and he’s sipping you up, hands both now gripping the plush of your thighs, as he devours you, as you’re cumming all over him, and he moans as he drinks it up. You’re weak now, but he’s not done, he lifts the hood of your clit now, swirling the tip of his tongue on that clit, and now you’re trying to pull him off you.

You’re so cute, his wife.

His Wife.

You’re like a dream, as he drinks you in a club just like the first night you met, and he is dying to fuck into you, but he wants to make you cum over and over with his mouth, make you a mess, just like that night.

“Satoru, too much, fuck!” You’re trembling as you’re yanking at his silky white hair, but Satoru is unrelenting as he’s devouring you with that tongue, and now he’s sliding a finger in your entrance, looking up at you, face glistening with how much you’ve cum. You gasp as he hits your spot, as he works you until you feel so much pressure you can’t take it.

“Cum again for me, yeah? You’re so pretty when you do.” Satoru’s husky voice along with him licking your clit again, and looking at you with those blue eyes ruins you, and your orgasm hits again, shoving a hand against your mouth as you scream into it, blacking out in the red room as it’s so good. “Mmm, good girl.”

You’re listless from your back to back orgasms, nearly fainting when he relents, kissing your thighs and nipping them, you weakly reach down to kiss him. “Toru, too much… can’t move.”

“I got you baby girl.” He picks you up then, with ease in his arms, as he smiles down at your face. “You tapping out?”

“No, I wanna make you cum.” You whisper weakly, kissing him back, hands entwining behind his neck, brushing against his undercut. “Let me suck you.”

“Wanna suck me off, don’t you wanna fuck?” He presses you against the wall now, holding your thighs in his hands, and he’s kissing down your neck, as your breasts press against his hard chest.

“Both yes, please.”

“You’re a mess baby.”

“Your fault, fuck.” He’s moaning then, as he rubs his tip along your lips, between them, bumping you overstimulated clit and making your head slam into the wall as you cum again from that. “Too much, fuck, fuck…”

“She’s so sensitive hmm?”

“Put it in me, please.” You look up at him pleadingly, and Satoru groans, shoving his cock in to the hilt, and you both moan together as he fills you, as he’s resting his forehead against yours, hands now gripping your ass. “S’big, Toru, s’good.”

“You’re so tight, made for me, aren’t you baby?” You nod eagerly, as he begins slowly moving, and you’re both kissing messy, saliva dripping from your tongues, as he fills you so goddamn good. But it’s beyond the pleasure, it’s so much more, like he’s constantly filling that missing piece. “You’re perfect, perfect.”

“I love you so much, so much.” You’re both whispering your love, as he’s fucking you on a strip club wall, but it’s as if it couldn’t be more romantic, as you both devour each other, him bending low to kiss your breasts, sucking your nipples, rolling his hips. You’re clenching around him, thighs on his slender hips, rocking your own hips against him for more.

Satoru begins fucking harder now, and your tits are shaking with each thrust, his blue eyes drink you in, as one hand leaves your hip to cup your face, stroking the apple of your cheek. You’re crying softly, at how beautiful it is, how good it feels, while Satoru kisses your tears away, breathing softly into your lips.

“I love you, pretty girl.” He says, and you’re a mess, truly, clinging to him as you drink in his cries, as you feel yourself higher and higher. “So pretty, so so pretty. Aren’t you?”

“Th-thank you, you… so handsome I… cumming!”

“Cum then, baby, lemme feel you. Ah!” He’s tense when you convulse, dripping down the length of his cock, wetter and wetter as you pulse around him, and Satoru finds his release then with you, moaning his pleasure into your lips as he pumps you full, with short bursts of so much cum. “Oh my god, baby…”

“Toru… oh my god… yes, yes, push it in me.” You beg, earning his groan as he’s kissing your lips so possessively, and you both cling to each other.

“You took it all, you're such a good girl, aren’t you?” You nod between kisses, and finally he eases you down carefully, your head falls back as you look up at him, and he’s got you barred against the wall.

“That was insane. Fiancé.” You tease with a giggle, and he smirks so goddamn charming, tilting your chin up, brushing little kisses on your nose.

“You were so hot like that. I’ll have that in my brain, a stripper licking you, I almost had a coronary.”

You’re tucking your head against his chest, inhaling his cologne then. “It was so fun, my god I can’t believe we’re doing this can you?”

“I wanted to marry you when I first saw you, but that would have sounded crazy. But I knew then you were special, something about your energy.”

“Oh, Satoru, I knew something was special too.” You’re hugging him so tightly, Satoru is stroking your hair, as the song changes. You both laugh then, grinning at each other as you pull away, taking several breaths, and he’s helping you get back dressed quickly. “Is that…”

“It sure fucking is. C’mon brat, let’s dance.” You eagerly follow him out, where your friends are gathered together taking shots, they wave you over but Satoru has you in the center of the club now in his arms. He turns you to where your back is against his hard body, his hands on your hips.

“I’m not so good at dancing, could you show me?” You ask him teasingly, and he’s bending down, fingers pressing into your hips.

“I can show you, just loosen up. There, now move your hips.” You wriggle your hips to the silly eighties song you all had first danced too, you look behind and up at him, cupping his face as he kisses on your neck. “Look, you’re a natural.��

“I had a good teacher. Or, professor.” You’re both kissing then, as he picks you up, and your legs dangle off the floor, and Satoru is spinning you. You’re at a strip club but you might as well be at a ball, in some fancy mansion, dancing a waltz, the way he holds you, the way he makes you feel.

He eases you down now, hands on your waist as he hums the tune, now bopping his head and being goofy, your friends are all enamored watching you both, even the dancers have paused, in fact everyone is looking at you. As you both sing the song quite terribly, as he’s spinning you around in little pirouettes, dipping you over his arm like you’re in a tango.

You’re breathless and giddy as you now rock gently with him, brushing his hair back, seeing a beautiful future between you both just over the horizon. Seeing everything in his beautiful blue eyes, that swirl and dance and glitter brighter than anything there was, the way his grin is so bright it illuminates his pretty face. You see everything with him.

“I can’t wait, Toru.” You say with a grin marveling his own. He exhales, leaning down and holding you close, big body taking your little one over, making you feel so safe and so secure.

“I can’t wait, either, to make you my wife.”

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Chapter 14

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