#suasmut

[dreamcatchers-husband]

TSR PT 4

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Sua

Length: 1400+

Tags: Quckie, Creampie

A/n- Wrote this really quick as i feel bad for not posting for almost a month now. next month i will try to put out 2 pieces so wish me luck.

Last Part

Another day, another concert. After a successful show in Chicago, You found yourself in bed after a long day of taking care of the girls. The slight sound of your tv playing some show filled your room as you had your eyes closed. Soon you feel the exhaustion taking over your body as you fall asleep. 

You aren’t quite sure what time it is, the sound of your tv hits your ears as it did earlier, but what catches your attention is the wet sensation around your private region. Looking down, you first noticed that the bed sheets were no longer covering you. Funny enough, the second thing you noticed was your cock in Sua’s hands. 

“I was sleeping Sua.” 

“And I’m horny. It’s my turn for some dick.” 

Once Sua began to stroke your cock, all feeling of exhaustion left your body. Propping your head up with the pillows you continued to look down at Sua as she slowly raised her hand and brought back down your cock. 

The movements were slow but as soon as a bit more of Sua’s spit got on your length, she began to speed up the strokes little by little. The wet sensation from earlier returns as your friend brought her tongue back to your length. Just like her handjob, Sua’s tongue moved slowly around your rod. 

As your fuck buddy continued to give your length your attention, Sua quickly ripped off her see thru top and shorts showing you her amazing body. Out of all the other girls Sua was the one who craved sex the most so she was an expert at removing her clothes rapidly. 

“Bring that pussy over here.” 

Hearing those words made Sua excited as you both put yourselves in a 69 position. Spreading Sua’s legs open a bit, you began to give her body small tender kisses starting from her thighs. Each peck given to her thighs gave you a small taste of juices as they leaked down her legs. 

As you got closer to her folds, the musk that comes from her snatch entranced you to just dig in. Long gone was the patience you had before. With one subtle kiss to her pussy, you began to lick from each end of her vagina. Wrapping your arms around her legs you began to speed up the movements of your tongue. 

Each lick of her warm lips caused Sua to shudder from the sensation. Pulling back from her pussy you unwrapped your hands and gave Sua’s ass a hard smack. The sound echoed in the room as Sua giggled from the action. 

“Wrap these lips on my dick or I won’t fuck you.” 

“Oh, I can do that Oppa.” 

Spit begins to drip onto your dick as your fuck buddy’s hand wraps back around your wet length. As you brought your mouth back to Sua’s folds, you felt a tight sensation wrap around your cock. If there was one thing Sua was an expert on, it was how to suck cock. Other girls would start slowly with their blowjobs but Sua loved to go all out. 

The sudden feeling of your rod going down Sua’s throat made you twitch. A minute could have passed until Sua brought her face off your length. The gasping for air brought you back to your senses as you saw her damp snatch in front of you. Your hands moved to Sua’s lips as you suddenly pushed a finger into her tunnel. 

The small moan let you know Sua liked that feeling but it would take more than that to make her satisfied. Pushing another finger in, you began to move your hand back and forth from inside her passage. The wet feeling on your cock returned as Sua began to give your tip a small suck.  

The sudden plunge into Sua’s throat would distract you for a moment but you went back to “meal” vigorously. Your tongue began to search around her folds as you spread her lips open, bringing your tongue to her throbbing clit. The sensation from both your hand and your tongue made Sua hop off your dick and sit down properly on your face. Sure you were sad you couldn’t enjoy more of her throat but that sweet taste of her juices was almost as good. 

Pushing in one more finger, Sua began to grind her hips on your face, helping her get closer to her peak. 

“Lick my pussy Oppa. Let me squirt all over your face.” 

Those words made you excited as you speed up your hand and tongue movements. The movement from Sua’s hips increased as she began to scream. The shaking from her body let you know she was achieving her orgasm but the massive rush of fluids that filled your mouth and face confirmed it. Drinking as much as you can, the fluids still drenched the bed sheets and your chest. You could have almost drowned from how much of her fluids she released. 

As you gave her soak folds little kisses, Sua finally began to calm down and hop off your face. Nothing was said as Sua flipped around and lowered her body a bit, lining her pussy with your dick. The plunge into her tunnel was amazing as you filled her wet passage. 

“Fuck. This cock is amazing. Why don’t I enjoy this every day?” 

“That’s cause you need to share.” 

“Well, I guess this can be my chance to make you love my pussy the most.” 

As Sua grinds her hips on your length, you pull her upper body down and attach your lips to her right breast. The sucks on Sua’s nipple filled the Room with her moans once more but you were not silent either. The grinding from Sua became bouncing as you entered and exited her pussy rapidly. Bringing your hands to Sua’s hips, you began to thrust up with Sua’s bouncing. As you marched her movements you continued to suck on Sua’s nipple, turning the two of you on even more. 

Almost like a jackhammer, your dick rammed into her slick passage. It was taking all you had to continue the rapid movements but it was to avail as your rod began to throb, letting you know of your impending explosion. Pulling back from her breast, you began to gasp for air to keep up. 

Sua was able to tell you were getting tired, so she decided to take over. 

“Don’t worry Oppa. Just relax and I’ll let you cum.” 

As you brought down your efforts, Sua increased her own to move as fast as you were before. This was successful as the knot in your stomach got tighter. As Sua put her hands on your shoulders she put everything she had left into helping you cum. Well, you thought it was to get you to cum but also for her pleasure. The sudden scream from your friend served as a catalyst for your orgasm. 

As you shoved your length right into Sua, your rod began to shoot out your load into her cavern. Shot after shot of your seed-filled Sua to the brim. Your peak must have helped Sua as a rush of her fluids shot out of her snatch. The shaking you saw from Sua earlier returned as she achieved her orgasm. 

The two of you were lost in your own world for a few minutes but once you both came down from your own peaks, you both laid down on the bed just relaxing. 

“Not that I’m complaining but how did you get into my room?” 

“Jiu unnie gave me the keycard to your room. She said it was ok since I haven’t had a turn with you during this tour.” 

“I’m still amazed Jiu is ok with me fucking you guys.” 

“She’s just amazing. I wonder if she will still let us fuck you once you get married.” 

A sudden blush filled your face as you heard the words married from Sua.

“Please, it's been years and you guys are so in love. It’s just a matter of when.” 

With a laugh, you hugged Sua once more and kissed her on the forehead. As the two of you looked forward, just watching the tv. The thought of what Sua said stuck in your mind. It is more of a matter of when. Maybe you will do it soon but for now, you are gonna enjoy this moment with your friend.

[themanthemyththeverite]

Medieval

A/N 1: Credit for the picture goes to @worldsover​​.

She was stunning.

Smooth, unblemished skin. Full, dark red lips. A dress that hugged her sides as tightly as the claws of a covetous dragon.

Bora had never looked so ravishing before.

Of all your years of closeness, of all your time together and the time you had spent struggling with your feelings of attraction and repulsion, you had never felt so conflicted.

She was a princess. A renowned sorceress with beauty to match her eventual future as an advisor to the throne.

You were nothing but a knight. A commoner. Destined to fight and die on some faraway battlefield, for some obscure tactical reason, forgotten.

You turned away from the sight, your heart pounding in your chest as you ran, fled the ballroom, escaping into the hallways to the safety of a solitary patrol.

Escaping into the shadows, your face stolid and impassive behind your metal helmet, your steps slow and deliberate, hand on your weapon hilt at all times.

It hadn’t taken her long to find you, of course.

You’d heard her coming miles before she reached you, her heels clacking loudly against the marble floor until her hand reached your armored shoulder, her touch turning you around to face her.

To face your fears.

“Hey.”

Almost instinctively, you bowed slightly. “M’lady. How may I help you?”

Her brows scrunched together at your words, clear displeasure on her face.

“Don’t give me that nobility shit now,” she scoffed, waving a hand. Vulgar language was a strict no-no for nobles, much less for a princess, and you glanced nervously about the halls, only for Bora to laugh. “It’s just us, silly.”

She paused, taking a step closer. “Forget them.”

You gulped, a hard swallow behind the visor of your helmet.

“D-Don’t you have a suitor to attend to?”

“I thought knights were supposed to be bold and confident,” she teased, mocking you.

“And I thought princesses were supposed to be polite and gracious,” you shot back. “Did you abandon your guest?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I left him with Minji.” 

It certainly wasn’t surprising. Bora frequently complained of men she was forced to interact with, courtiers desirous of her political future and wealth. You certainly couldn’t blame her for hating it. 

“How are you? I haven’t seen you all week,” she murmured, clasping your cold, metal gauntlet and guiding you to a stone bench outside, just in front of a fountain, illuminated by the bright, full moon.

“I...”

I miss you.

I miss how we used to be.

Can I see you more?

Words you longed to say, yet were too afraid to speak.

“...I’m okay. You?”

“The usual,” she replied, flippantly brushing her hair over a shoulder. “A load of horseshit is what it all is.”

“Really?” Your voice shook slightly as you bit your lip, holding back laughter at the rant you knew was coming.

She turned to look at you, growing more and more impassioned by the moment until she stood up, opening her arms and regaling, “Yes, really! Half of my classes are so...so...blitheringly useless that I honestly couldn’t tell you why I need to take them!”

“I’m sure there’s a good reason, m’lady.”

“No, there isn’t! Like, seriously, what the fuck even is poise class?”

She paused, no doubt mimicking one of her elderly instructors.

“To curtsy with proper etiquette, one must bow and bend the knees slightly, with the head held at of one-eighth the distance from the shoulder to the wrist.”

“Ah, of course,” you joked, laughing. “It’s only natural.”

“Natural my ass,” she scoffed, sitting back down onto the stone bench, leaning close to you, her perfume wafting beneath your nose and in the air around you.  “I’m well past twenty-four years old and I still get treated like a pre-teen who doesn’t know what sex is.”

Though you tried to focus on her words, her scent was pervasive, intruding, and just the smell alone made you harden beneath your armor, your mind wandering down a rabbit hole of lust as Bora settled her head against shoulder, your muscles almost jumping at the contact.

“Where’d you get the dress?” you managed out, your voice still maintaining a degree of calm composure despite your heart practically jumping out of your cuirass.

“Hm? Oh, Gahyeon and Yoohyeon helped me make it.”

Thankfully, she got up, and with flourish, she twirled around in front of you, letting the fabric swish about her legs as her demonstration came to a stop. “How do I look?”

You hesitated to speak, your tongue tied up in knots at the way her hair cascaded down to her collarbone in silken waves, her eyes glittering like diamonds.

And you knew, inside of your gut, there was a rumbling, an aching desire to kiss her, to take her into your arms and touch her like she was yours to touch, to touch her until both of you were breathless and depraved like animals.

Her voice interrupted your improper thoughts, ringing loud and clear in your ears.

“If you call me ‘m’lady’ one more time, I’m going to hex you and break my foot up your ass.”

You smiled, chuckling from behind your visor. “You look beautiful…”

“...Bora-ssi.”

There was a slight pause, and for a moment you worried you had made a mistake, crossed a line.

But then she nodded, and you could’ve sworn her cheeks reddened ever so slightly, though her face was turned away.

She turned back, a mischievous smirk on her face as she reached for your helmet, only to be batted down.

“What are you doing?”

“You got to see me, I want to see you.”

She reached, but you resisted again.

“Wait, I’m not sure—“

“Quit fussing and keep still!”

Reluctantly, you obeyed, watching as her hands raised, coming up to the sides of your head where they slowly lifted your helmet, the dim ambiance of the moonlight glowing weakly upon your face.

You knew what she was trying to do, knew every step of her little game, but try as you might to avoid her gaze, you couldn’t help it as she tossed your helmet to the side, a loud metal clunk ringing out as it hit the cobblestone. It was only a moment later when her hand, soft and warm, gently came to a rest on your cheek.

Almost subconsciously, you turned your head towards it, relishing the forbidden contact between the two of you, a product of her birth status and yours. Just for a moment, none of that seemed to matter, your mind temporarily wrapped in a cocoon of self-ignorance.

Before, you might have found solace, comfort in her gentle touch; now you almost feared it, feared the parts of you it ignited to life, feared the consequences of such contact between a nobody like you and a somebody like her.

Please, don’t let this moment end.

But as always, that second slipped away, leaving you bare, exposed, responsible for the death of the honor you had sworn to uphold.

How could you fall for the one person you knew could never be yours?

She began to lean in, her body curving towards yours, her lips inching ever closer, closer towards yours, an unretractable promise blossoming further with every instance you hesitated.

“Bora...”

She stopped, eyes dancing like fire while you struggled to contain yourself.

“Yes?”

“I-I can’t...we can’t do this.”

Your voice was unfamiliar, shaky, even to yourself, and the words themselves almost pained you when you spoke them.

Bora’s smile, gentle before, turned softer, hurt, but remained a smile nonetheless.

Her hand fell from your face, her touch escaping you, and she seemed to laugh softly.

A pause.

“Do you want to spar?”

----------------------------------

Weapons were fickle objects.

That much was obvious to you as you deflected another blow, your hands sweaty and tired from the effort, your katana, Yasha, growing heavier and heavier in your grasp with each movement.

But your adversary didn’t slow down, another strike raining down from the left, another weak parry that you barely managed to raise in time. Then one from the right, one from below, feinting into a direct, centered assault that you only barely managed to block with your arms, the bruising force still knocking you back, your knees reflexively bending to reduce the impact.

“Not bad,” Bora commented, crossing her arms from across the courtyard. She flicked her wrist, the glittering sword hovering in its original position over her shoulder. “But you need to keep your guard up.”

“Well, you’re not the one holding the sword, are you?” you shot back.

Your point was technically valid, seeing as how since she didn’t really have to use force to swing it, she would never physically tire against you.

“War is a mental game as much as it is a physical one,” she chided, a smirk crossing her face. “Of course, magic helps.”

“You think?” you scoffed, blocking a handful more blows before slowly straightening back up, sheathing Yasha and raising your hands in defeat.

She laughed, coming down to the ground in front of you with a triumphant grin. “So you forfeit? So soon?”

You snorted.

“You got lucky.”

“I’m not sure,” she teased, tapping her chin in mock contemplation, waving her own sword to rest on the ground. “I think I’ve been mopping the floor with you for a while now.”

“Pretty sure it’s just luck.”

She laughed, raising a hand and blasting you in the back of the head with a weak gust of wind, knocking you forwards.

“How’s that for luck?” she taunted, grinning when you slowly stood back up, staring her down with a look of surprise, then one of playfulness.

In the next moment, you vanished, your body dematerializing entirely, evaporating like a wisp in the cold night air.

Bora tensed, her body reflexively scanning her surroundings with the utmost scrutiny, every fiber of her being focused on her environment.

She knew it was coming; you knew it was going to happen. There wasn’t any way to avoid the rush as you leaped at her, your temporary invisibility incantation wearing off as you slammed into her hard, tackling her around the waist and driving her into the ground roughly with a laugh.

She struggled, flailing with a weak yelp as your body easily slipped behind hers, trapping her in your grasp while your long fingers reached down to tickle her relentlessly through the fabric of her dress.

Her resistance crumbled quickly, breathless pants of laughter shuddering out from her lungs as her hands pulled at your hair in an effort to get you to stop.

A futile effort.

“O-Okay, okay, y-you win!”

Your hands stopped in their movements, resting gently over her stomach while she laid on top of you, and you were suddenly acutely aware of the proximity of her body to yours, the heat from her skin melting through her clothes and your armor, warming you in a way you couldn’t describe despite the chilly air.

“A surrender, Bora? So unlike you,” you mocked, trying to lighten the mood when she turned over against you, her breath suddenly brushing against your face, her gaze fully locked onto yours, her beautiful features fully filling your vision.

Your breath caught in your throat, your mind went blank. Nothing in this world could ever compare to Bora.

Your need, your aching desire was back with a fury, tearing through your body like a surge, a deluge of passion that threatened to consume you, and from the way Bora was looking at you, you could tell she needed you just as badly.

“Bora-ssi...”

She smirked, a familiar, warm expression on her face, but where she was usually smug and triumphant when she knew you were speechless, this was different. No, this time the spider looked as though she were afraid of the fly, afraid of the prey she had ensnared in her deadly web.

“I guess I’ve surrendered,” she said softly, her lilting tone betraying the fear in her eyes. “I...”

She hesitated, a sharp contrast from her typical brazen confidence.

“...I’m yours.”

The words rang in your ears like an invitation, a warm welcome.

Straight to the gates of hell.

Her hands came up to your face, caressing the skin, every touch setting you on fire, roaming into your hair, softly brushing past your neck and wrapping around to the back of your head.

Your eyes felt heavy, comfortable, and your body was suddenly so tired, as if you could fall into a deep sleep right then and there, as if you could just die right then and there in her arms.

Then her lips pressed against yours, and all rationale stopped in your brain, your arms tightening in their grasp around her, your own body reciprocating fully. You needed this.

She just fit perfectly, every nook and cranny, ever contour and dip so familiar in your arms, whether it was from your childhood adventures in the woods or the endless missions you had undertaken by her side, you knew her. It was just natural.

Then the bubble burst, and in the next moment you were on your feet, panicked, your body in a state of shock, your lips still warm; you couldn’t think; you couldn’t breathe.

What have I done?

You looked at Bora, who was slowly standing up, brushing dirt from her elegant dress.

“W-We should be getting back...m’lady.”

And that was the last straw, a blast of energy slamming into your chest and sending you flying backwards violently, your body crunching into the ground with painful force.

When you regained your bearings enough to look up, she was trembling, her eyes shining at you, fists clenched.

“Your Highness—”

“Stop. Just fucking stop!”

Shock hardly even registered before she stomped up to you, jabbing a finger at your chest.

“Stop what?”

“Stop trying to put distance between us!” she huffed, angrily punching your armored shoulder. If it hurt, she certainly didn’t show it.

“I’m not—“

“And now you’re lying to me,” she said, laughing sardonically, cruelly, the sound grating in your head.

“Bora, everything’s fine. Why are you so upset all of a sudden?”

“Fine?” She grit her teeth, looking as though she wanted to gut you for saying such a thing. “I can’t even look at you without you pretending we’re strangers, I can’t even touch you without you flinching. And that’s fine? After everything we’ve been through?”

You were silent.

“I’ve seen you naked, bleeding, dying with a fucking arrow through your shoulder and this is fine?”

Her words rang true, and you blanched momentarily before regaining your composure.

“We were children, Bora.”

“That’s not the point.”

Again, you were silent.

“Look, I know you want me,” she continued, exasperated. “You know I want you. Why are you doing this?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Because this can’t happen.”

“It can happen! Just give us a chance!”

“Stop being ridiculous—“

“You stop being ridiculous!” she shouted back at you, hardly holding back at all anymore.

“They could have our heads for this!”

“I don’t give a fuck,” she spat, her words searing into your ears like venom. “I don’t give a damn about propriety, or what the rest of the world thinks. I don’t give a fuck about suitors, or hors d'oeuvres, or learning how to fucking curtsy—”

She paused, taking a slow, deep breath.

“We don’t owe them anything. Let them try to keep us apart, but don’t help them.”

You hesitated, your arms falling limp by your sides, and truly, you felt hopeless, helpless, weak.

“You deserve someone who can love you. Someone who can be with you, always,” you said softly, as she stepped closer towards you, a single tear rolling down her face. “I...I’m just a knight. I can’t give you that.”

She smiled, as though she had expected you to say those exact words, and her own response came calm and collected.

“A stolen moment is better than no moment at all.”

She took a final step, coming to a stop directly in front of you, her hands instinctively rising to your face yet again while you brushed away her sorrow with a thumb.

“I’m tired of playing games, of dancing around this,” she whispered. “But if you really don’t want this—“

She took a breath before continuing.

“—I’ll stop. And we can go our—“

You had heard enough.

Whatever silly self control you had thought you had before completely melted away, your body moving on autopilot as you instinctively pulled her in, your arms wrapping tight around her back, your lips meeting softly, deepening, before you both grew impatient, breathing heavily, fully embracing each other in the sin of your actions.

It was wrong, you knew. She was off-limits.

But in that instance, in your stolen moment, neither of you cared.

There was a snap of the fingers, a simple short-distance teleportation spell from Bora, and both of you were suddenly in her chambers, a spacious room, the door locked, a single candle glowing upon her nightstand in the midst of the moonlight that streamed in through the window.

Her hands dug into the cracks of your armor, gripping tightly before stripping it off, your gauntlets, chestplate, sabatons, greaves. 

Piece by piece, it all came away, your armor shedding from your body as she tore it off, the steel clattering to the ground loudly as your lips finally began to attack her neck, the luscious skin turning purple under your assault, her voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

But she soon grew impatient, shoving you back onto the bed, a sultry smirk on her face as her hands slowly began to pull her dress down, the single strap sliding down her shoulder ever so tantalizingly as she revealed inch by inch of her creamy skin.

She leaned in close, her hair dipping down over her breasts and covering them from view, winking at you.

“Are you afraid?”

She was intoxicating, her scent consuming your olfaction, your pupils dilating as arousal shot through your body.

“Should I be?”

Her smile grew tenacious, almost cheshire.

She stood back up, brushing her hair out of the way of her perfect breasts before she slipped out of the rest of her dress, bare and nude in front of you, a hand reaching down to fondle your thoroughly hardened cock.

“Maybe,” she whispered, giggling as she pulled your undergarments down, revealing your throbbing length, a quiet, wordless sigh escaping your lips as she wrapped a hand around it. “But you’re all mine tonight.”

“Just tonight?” you joked.

“Now you’re getting it,” she laughed softly, just before her lips wrapped over the tip of your cock, applying the gentlest of forces just to tease you.

The sensation was warm and comfortable, distinctly arousing yet still held back, muted waves of pleasure slowly washing over you like a sweet toxin, paralyzing you in her grip.

Her tongue came next, soft and warm, swirling lazily about as one hand came to rest on your thigh, her other hand stroking you slowly. Her touch only accentuated your need, a need you made known with a soft groan, your hips moving of their own will towards her.

“You’ve got a nice cock,” she remarked as she pulled back, stroking firmly, rhythmically. “Does this feel good?”

You could hardly nod as she let a manicured thumb brush push against your slit, precum leaking out with your gasp.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She continued to meander about, her mouth moving down to suck on your sensitive balls while her hand alternated between bursts of speed and slow torture, her eyes gazing up towards you all the while as she pleased you.

Her technique was sensual, sultry, and none of the impatience you had grown to be accustomed to in Bora, her lips and tongue savoring their time on each spot before moving to the next, roaming and teasing about with an almost curious feel until your balls were drenched and covered in a light film of spit.

She decided she had had enough, rising up to meet your length, once again wrapping her lips tightly around the tip before she slowly, ever so slowly, began to inch downwards, the warmth of her lips spreading while her tongue followed. Her head turned as she went down, sliding easily until your cock poked up against her cheek, the stiff flesh stabbing against the inside of her mouth, creating a small bulge as she continued lathering your shaft in spit.

“Shit, Bora, you’re killing me,” you groaned, struggling to keep from lying back and closing your eyes, watching the devilish tricks Bora was playing on your cock.

She grinned up at you, your cock still poking into her cheek, sounds of her slobber still emanating from her throat, her saliva beginning to coat her own chin and drip down towards her chest.

But as slowly as she had begun, she quickly began to pick up the pace, her head bobbing up and down with increasing speed until she hit a middling tempo, steadily taking your cock down her throat with the barest of gurgles, messy lines of spit spilling out as she ruined her face on your cock.

Your hands moved to grip her hair, to hold her down, but she quickly batted you away, her hands grabbing yours and pinning them down to your thighs, freezing you on the spot as she retreated with a gasp, eyes watering slightly.

“My cock, my rules,” she smirked at you, her tone authoritative and strict despite the slight rawness in her throat. “Understand?”

You nodded.

She smiled at you, a predatory, faux innocent smile as she waved a hand, muttering something under her breath.

In an instant your body was yanked backwards, your hands pulled as though by magnets to opposite corners of the mattress, pinned down by invisible forces. You let out a yelp as you slid to a stop on top of her royal sheets, one she quickly silenced with a kiss when she leapt on top of you, her gentle weight pressing down against your chest.

“It’s time...for this...to go, don’t you think?” she panted out between frantic breaths, struggling to maintain her fierce liplock while removing your last garment.

Finally, her impatience got to her, and her hands dug quickly under your shirt, tearing it off of your body with little regard for anything other than a quick return to your familiar touch, her lips sucking and marking your body from your neck to your chest to your mildly ticklish stomach and abdomen until she finally returned to your cock, her mouth engulfing your shaft and picking up exactly where she had left off at an unrelenting, unyielding pace.

Your breaths suddenly became shaky, unsteady, your very heart trembling under the intense pleasure that raced through your body while Bora slurped on your cock incessantly.

You could see her eyes sparkling with both tears and pride, watching your face intently even in your spread-eagle position as she took stock of her handiwork, enjoyed the view of your brain melting at her behest, your soul reduced to nothing but sexual desire.

She was loud and messy, her lips warm and soft around the sides of your shaft, her tongue wet and attentive. You could hardly think straight as your ears were filled with your soft groans and gasps, with Bora’s gagging and lilting moans, with the pounding of your blood in your ears as your cock ached and ached for release in her grasp.

Bora was no slacker, however, steadily upping the ante even while she knew you were on the brink of collapse, finally taking you fully down her throat for as long as she could. Her gag reflex protested, tears spilling from her eyes and messy globules of saliva spilling from her mouth, but she held fast, her tongue swirling around your cock all the while, and you fought the urge to scream from the unending waves of euphoria short-circuiting your brain.

“B-Bora…I…” you croaked, struggling to pull your hand down to her head to try and get her to pause, but it was no use.

Her hands, formerly idle next to your thighs, quickly moved to wrap around your cock as she pulled away with a splutter, a gasp, coughing weakly even while she began to vigorously pump your shaft up and down, up and down, her soft palms moving in opposite corkscrew directions with ferocious velocity until finally, it was all too much, and you erupted with a groan, your eyes struggling to stay open as copious amounts of cum painted her face, dripping down slowly, smearing through puddles of tears and saliva.

Her tongue shot out immediately to lap up the remainder that had fallen onto the sheets, her finger dipping into the messy, dripping puddle on her face for a sample, before she giggled.

“Delicious,” she appraised, smirking at you even while you struggled to catch your breath, compounded even more so when she gave your cock a quick slurp to clean it off.

Slowly, she began to crawl up to you, her body leaning in close to yours, her face mere inches from the tip of your nose when she whispered, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to taste that?”

Even exhausted, you could still manage a laugh and a quick peck at her messy lips.

“Nope,” you replied as she wiped her face, a weak attempt at clearing some of the mess from her pristine features. “But I do know we’ve still got 4 hours until sunrise.”

She smirked at you, easily extrapolating your point.

“4 hours until the morning maids get here,” she mused, eyes studying you intently, boring into yours, memorizing every crease and shift in your complexion as though you would disintegrate to dust by morning. “I guess we’d better hurry then.”

She quickly sat up, swinging a leg over your hips and turning around so that her back was facing you, her powerful thighs rubbing against your own as she positioned herself over your glistening, throbbing cock, rubbing you against her dripping slit and drawing out quiet moans from both of your lips.

“Do you want me to use you, baby? Do you want me to use you like a dumb little fucktoy for me to cum on?”

It seemed effortless, almost easy for her as the words rolled off her tongue smoothly.

Language that was certainly quite unbecoming for a princess.

She glanced back at your mildly shocked expression while you nodded, groaning when she continued teasing you with her puffy lips, the tightness awaiting inside merely playing with your desperate need to be inside of her.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“P-Please,” you gasped out as she sank down a few inches, pulling out just as quickly. “U-Use me. Use me however you want.”

“Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She grinned wickedly back at you as she ground your shaft against her core one last time before she sank down onto your cock, relishing the delicious feeling of fullness that filled her then, entirely incomparable to her fingers.

“Oh, fuck, your cock is so nice and big,” she moaned, her hands planting themselves on your chest for support as she leaned back fully, drawing a whine out of you. Your weak frustrations were soon quelled as she began to move, grinding her hips down with powerful control, her ass rippling firmly against your hips each time she slammed herself down, impaling herself on your cock.

Her sultry voice began to fill the room, echoing in your ears as she rode you deeply, her walls taking you in fully like you’d never felt before. Her warm, wet pussy was tight, unbelievably so, so much that you thought you might black out from the pleasure alone.

“How’s that pussy feel?” she asked, as if she could read your mind. Your gasps and groans told her everything she needed to know, but you knew she expected an answer regardless.

“You’re s-so...fucking tight,” you managed out, your body struggling uselessly against your magical restraints.

She smirked, sweat rolling down her brow nonetheless as she focused her body on riding you into the mattress, her plump ass coming down harder and harder against your cock until she too was reduced to a moaning, desperate mess, clawing and clenching her nails against your skin as she grinded away at both of your stamina.

The moments, the minutes, they simply passed by exquisitely, every second of her perfect body melting around yours forcing your toes to curl, your hands to clench tightly into fists while you struggled to breathe.

The sensations were simply too much, from the feeling of her deliciously tight core wrapped around you, to the way her nails slowly and steadily curved into your chest, marking your body as hers, marking your mind and heart as hers, you were well and truly under her spell, entirely under her control.

Every plunge, every stab of your cock into her warm, wet depths stole your mind away, stole your soul away, further and further away from the chivalric code you had promised yourself to at birth. But how could you resist such the temptation, to fight the unending sparks of connection that she, quite literally, squeezed out of you?

It was almost pathetic, really.

“You f-feel...so fucking g-good,” she mewled when your cock pierced her depths in just the right spot, her pussy tightening at the stimulation, and you finally decided to try and take a more active role, pushing your hips up against her ass each time she came down, meeting her halfway suddenly and eliciting a euphoric yelp, Bora’s body temporarily slowing and relinquishing its tempo over you before she regained control of herself. 

Slowly, she began to speed up again, her movements losing some of their earlier power but gaining rapidly in velocity, the quickness of her movements coupled with your own participation quickly driving both of you to a head, your moans growing loud and fierce, your breath coming in choked, desperate little inhales.

“Mmmm, fuck...fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, right there!”

Her language, however filthy, was the least of your concerns as she suddenly tensed, her body freezing on top of yours with your cock buried deep inside of her quivering, clenching pussy as she came hard, her body falling limp and collapsing backwards onto yours while she scrabbled weakly for something to hold on to, only finding your reddened and scratched skin.

Her orgasm was freakishly powerful, the tremors making you shudder and grit your teeth in restraint, her own mouth agape but silent until she let out a delayed and prolonged moan, as though her body had lagged in processing the intense pleasure blasting through her veins.

“O-Oh my...god,” she panted as she eventually ground to a halt, dismounting on trembling legs before collapsing next to you, her beautiful features clouded with half-sated lust, her lips quickly covering yours as she kissed you with quivering aggression, still recovering from her climax. “Y-Your cock...holy shit...you did so well...”

“Can you...ah...unpin me...now?” you asked, breathing just as heavily as she was, your limits having been thoroughly tested by her reckless riding of your cock. Your muscles flexed at the anticipation of freedom, of control, but Bora simply grinned tiredly, rolling over on the bed before standing and climbing back up, her thick, chocolate brown hair glowing under the shine of the moon.

“Not tonight,” she whispered into your ear, her hands tracing and retracing every defined detail of your body, teasing out every and any little spot of pleasure she could, wringing you dry of sensitivity as her fingers skillfully skimmed over your stomach and thighs, tickled your nose and face, and tested the delicate skin of your neck. “Tonight, I’m going to do all the work.”

“Y-You just...mmm...want to g-give the orders.”

She winked, entirely unashamed at the fact. “You know me so well.”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“P-Please let me go,” you begged, squirming relentlessly as her hand recaptured your throbbing cock, already on a needle’s edge from exploding.

“Next time,” she promised, smirking smugly. “But I love the enthusiasm.”

“You...you’re just cruel,” you bit out, pouting the best you could with your entire body immobilized while she merely laughed, quickly rising and straddling you again, this time with her front facing you.

She leaned down towards you, letting the warmth of her front press against your chest, her hardened nipples imprinting into your skin as she sighed satisfactorily, smiling when your cock poked her soft thigh, the smoothness of the skin making you throb again.

“I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry,” she giggled, amused at your frustrated efforts to free yourself, leaning back before playing with her own breasts, pinching the nipples to taunt you. “I guess I’ll have to wait and see all of the things you want to do to me.”

“You’ll pay for this,” you warned, already scheming away but she merely kissed you tenderly, laughing even more.

“Oh, please. I wouldn’t expect any less,” she teased, before she lifted her body up, positioning your cock below it and sinking down quickly, eager to regain that familiar feeling of completeness, of perfect attraction and magnetic need.

Both of you let out another sharp gasp at the entrance, her eyes temporarily closing as she savored the second taste, biting her lip to hold back a moan. “Fuck, I could never get tired of this.”

You might’ve even responded to her had she not leaned forward, her hands firmly tightening around your throat, and begun slamming her hips against your cock, the same feeling of weightlessness capturing your body as she rode you into the mattress, her breasts bouncing with every movement, mesmerizing you.

You froze, your lungs failing in their function, your heart failing in its function, your whole body simply stopping and taking in the absolutely all-encompassing, addicting drug that was Bora, from her delicious scent, to the way her soft, pillowy thighs rippled against your hips, to the enchantingly melodic moans slipping from her lips and into your ears.

Sin and chivalry be damned, you simply could never get enough.

The way her slender fingers squeezed your throat, roughly choking you, the way her magical tendencies seemed to heat up around her palms and warm your skin, all of it only served to make you moan and gasp, your feeble mind caught entirely in the ferocious heat of the moment.

It was a decidedly interesting feeling, you realized in your pleasure-induced stupor, your body caught in the friction between pleasure and reality, Bora’s cries ringing loudly as she extracted whatever pleasure she wanted out of you, grinding, riding, rutting her tight core against you every which way.

You loved every moment of it, the intimacy that seeing her face brought you, watching every second of her typically stoic expression melt into one of contentment, watching her brows furrow together as though she were trying to remember something, trying to find some mysterious object lost in her mind.

Watching her use you like some sort of tool, a device conceived solely for her pleasure.

Hell, you might’ve even been okay with it, with the way her pussy wringed and tightened around your throbbing shaft, desperately trying to milk you of whatever you had left, her tits bouncing ever closer and closer against your face as her body steadily lost control of itself and began to crumble on top of you.

“F-Fuck, how...is y-your cock so...fucking...”

Words failed her as she slammed down again, her eyes squeezing shut, her brain losing itself entirely to the feeling of electricity shooting through her, her hands clawing at your tender neck until you could barely breathe while she struggled to stave off her orgasm, a series of choked gasps and moans escaping her throat as she fucked herself senseless on top of your cock.

“B-Bora...”

It was the only word you knew any more, with the way your cock was begging, absolutely pleading with you to explode.

“B-Bora...”

“Mmm, fuck...ah, ah, oh yes, fuck!”

“B-Bora...”

A prayer, a plea for sweet release.

“C-Cum...inside me...p-please!” she begged, her own body on the verge of breaking, her voice cracking as she quickly began to succumb to her own orgasm. “I...I n-need...fuck!”

Her body tensed again, her eyes rolling up into her head as she came hard against your cock, her body collapsing forwards against yours, her pulsing, unforgivingly tight core clenching around your cock, forcing your own orgasm as you exploded into her wet, needy pussy, shooting messy ropes of thick, sticky cum into her.

“Bora...” you whispered hoarsely as your magical restraints released themselves from your hands, and you quickly wrapped your arms around her trembling, positively quivering body, your cock still buried deeply inside of her flesh, her breasts pressing gently into your body.

You let her whimper against you for several moments, not that you were counting, tenderly enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against your own in the silence of the castle, everyone else certainly having gone to sleep.

Hopefully, at least.

“Bora...are you okay?” you murmured, gently caressing her back and arms, trying to restore some of her lucidity back to her.

She giggled softly, her hot breath tickling your collarbone as she curled up against you, her body snuggling up against yours even tighter than before. “I’m very well, thanks to you,” she teased, and you blushed, turning away slightly in embarrassment before she caught your chin, turning you back to face her.

“I think we’ve seen each other naked now,” she laughed. “A little blush is nothing.”

You laughed with her, nodding. “Touché.”

“How much time do we have left?” she asked, whispering her inquiry softly to you, knowing the reality of your situation again as you checked her clock on the other side of the bed.

“Not enough,” you replied wistfully, hugging her a little closer, and she was silent, both of you quietly contemplating the future of your arrangement, your quiet thoughts projecting into the air in front of you.

Would you ever see her again? Would you ever touch her again, and if so, touch her just like you had today? What if someone found out, and both of you were executed for treason tomorrow?

She must have sensed your worries as she laid next to you, the softness of the sheets a minor comfort to both of your worries, and she smiled at you, a funny, calm little thing.

“Are you afraid?”

You took a trembling breath, a shaky smile coming across your own face.

“Yes.”

She pressed closer, her warm skin brushing against your own, her head burrowing deeper into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“So am I.”

Her hand came to a rest over your chest, a soft, delicate reassurance against your fears, a single light in the tunnel of darkness both of you had chosen.

But you had no regrets.

So softly, with a smile on your face, you quietly waited for her to fall asleep, kissed her on the forehead, and slipped on your clothes, escaping into the crack of dawn with a newfound lightness in your heart, even if your brain could only acknowledge your actions as sin. It was a dissonance that only time would help, a conflict that only experience could possibly hope to shed any light on a solution.

Until then, you would wait patiently, counting down the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until you could love her again.

Just as she would for you.

A/N 2: Hello! Saw @worldsover’s wallpaper post (link here) for Dreamcatcher and thought of a fun little idea for SuA with the added bonus of a solid chunk of angst in there. Also definitely one of my “OC being subbier” pieces, and I don’t think I’ve written the OC getting choked before, so that was certainly a first for me. I’m still working on a long (very fluffy) JiU prequel, and I have 2 other works half-finished so hopefully I’ll get something out quicker than I have been. Anyways, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!