#WHAT DO YOU KNOW. I FUCKED MY RIGHT ANKLE UP AGAIN

[thef1diary]

Baby Jr | Two

— Intimate Indulgence

Series Masterlist

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pairing: carlos sainz x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex (that’s expected at this point), oral, fingering, choking, degradative terms, spanking, praise kink go brr.

wc: 4k (pure smut btw, enjoy 🤭)

Carlos easily gave in to your pull by falling forward, his hands finding your waist and giving a little squeeze while his foot kicked the door shut behind him. He pulled you closer, your lips lightly brushing his for a moment in experimentation before pressing together with more confidence.

Your hands trailed up into his hair finding a few strands still damp from his shower. You smiled against his lips, knowing that he stopped by his own hotel room before coming to yours and acting as if he had nowhere else to go.

His fingertips danced underneath the hem of your shirt, coming in contact with your bare supple skin. Your head tilted back once he gave you a chance to breathe but the trail of kisses he began leaving down your neck stole your breath away again.

Your skin lit ablaze with every touch he provided after depriving you for what felt like ages. The little friendly touches here and there every day for the last couple of months frustrated you endlessly.

You almost wanted to scream at him, tell him to get on with it but you couldn’t, no, not when he was murmuring compliments in your ear, calling you a good girl for being so responsive.

“You couldn’t have come a few minutes earlier? I just put my clothes on,” you couldn’t help but murmur, earning a low chuckle in response with a small nip on your shoulder in retaliation.

“I’ll help you take it all off,” he spoke against your skin, feeling your pulse quicken underneath his lips.

Your hands roamed his body, feeling every ridge of muscle you could reach on his back that you had been shamelessly ogling earlier. Right underneath your fingertips, barely just grazing the skin hidden beneath his shirt with your nails, you earned a low groan from him.

He squeezed your hips again as an indication before slightly picking up the speed of his actions. Pressing a seemingly innocent peck to his lips, he used that moment to reach lower to rest his hands below your ass before picking you up, earning a gasp from you. Further using that gasp as an invitation to deepen the kiss, Carlos slightly pulled on your bottom lip, barely teasing it with his teeth before letting go.

You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together behind as he began to walk further inside the room.

His palms now resting just a few centimeters shy away from your ass to hold you up—which he could’ve easily done with one hand—he grazed his thumb back and forth, bunching up your shorts even higher as he left no space between your bodies.

Your lips trailed down his neck, sucking a tad more harshly before peppering the spot in light kisses, knowing that it’ll turn into a noticeable mark later on.

In the heat of the moment, briefly forgetting the risk for the pleasure, neither of you thought of the consequences that may arise from visible marks.

Carlos sat on the edge of the bed, causing you to meet his hips firmly as you straddled him. He pulled your hips even closer, urging you to grind on him while claiming your lips once again.

You gasped against his mouth as he lifted his own hips to catch you by surprise, “fuck me, please,” you muttered.

Carlos was tempted to take off your shirt because a slight movement from you shifted the neckline, revealing a peek of your shoulder. He was quick to place his lips against the bare skin.

Once again, his hands trailed beneath your shirt and pulled it up further to take it off. “As you wish.”

He threw it aside, not giving the item of clothing any thought as his eyes swept over your nude upper body. He put one hand on your lower back, and you shuddered, perhaps from the warmth of his fingers or from his encouragement to keep moving your hips against his.

Lost in the pleasure pulsing throughout your body, a gasp left your mouth when you clenched your thighs because his other hand rested on the base of your throat.

Sliding his palm down the front of your body, he barely grazed over your nipples, taking an extra moment to tease them, causing a whine to leave your throat. “Carlos,” you cried, tilting your head back while your eyes closed in frustration.

The moment he turned you over and placed you on the bed, you believed that he had finally shown pity for your neediness. Kneeling over you, he single handedly removed his shirt, before moving on to his belt. You sat up, planting a trail of filthy kisses down his chest as your fingers replaced his on his belt because you were itching to do it for him.

“You’ve been teasing me for ages, cariño,” he reasoned, as if to justify why he hasn’t nearly given you enough attention just yet.

“Me? You’re the one that kept finding excuses to talk to me, to touch me.” You draw him closer by pulling on the band of his pants, enabling him to lean over you without placing any weight against you since he braced himself with his forearm positioned next to your head.

“Can I?” He asks while glancing down at your shorts for a moment. His fingers follow his gaze, trailing down your chest to your stomach, resting on the hem of your shorts.

You inhale deeply while nodding but he shook his head, almost disappointed, “I need words.”

A whimper threatened to leave your mouth as you saw him move his hands to pull away. You quickly placed your hands over his, pulling them back onto your waist.

Finding your words, you consented, “touch me all you want, Carlos, please, the winner gets what he wants.”

He smirked, reminded of his win that led to this need to act on his desires. He hooked his fingers on the band of your shorts, finally dragging them down before tossing the piece of cloth away like he did to your shirt.

Moving down your body, he laid between your legs, facing you after he pulled them apart further. Despite still having a flimsy material covering your pussy, he could still see the outline of your lips due to how your wetness caused your panties to stick to your pussy.

“A few kisses and you’re already soaked?” He lightly chuckled at your futile attempt of raising your hips when one of his fingers slid down over your panties, grazing your protruding covered clit.

“All for you,” you responded, trying to coax him into touching you again with nothing but the truth.

He lowered himself and you could feel his breath fanning against you, then he slowly placed open mouth kisses on your inner thighs. Your head dropped back, resting on the bed with your eyes fluttering shut as he neared the spot you wanted him the most.

His hands rested on your thighs to keep your legs apart while he continued to tease you.

“I want to taste you.”

His words caused you to tilt your head to look at him, your gaze instantly connecting with his since he was already looking at you.

You knew right then that you would do anything he asked if he kept looking at you with those round, dark brown eyes.

Nodding, you muttered, “please.” You raised your hips as he hooked his fingers in the flimsy material, quickly sliding it down and removing it completely.

Reaching a hand past your head, he grabbed a pillow before shifting further down the bed until his knees rested on the floor and he was kneeling in front of your spread legs. He left the pillow beside you as he wrapped his hands around your thighs, earning a startled gasp from you when he pulled you closer to the edge, towards his warm mouth.

“Up,” he ordered, placing the pillow beneath your ass to raise your hips higher.

You watched his movements carefully, biting your lip in anticipation as he brought two of his fingers to his mouth, licking them before placing it on your outer lips. He pulled the fingers outwards, spreading you open for him and watching as you desperately clench on nothing but air.

Sticking out the tip of his tongue, he lightly pressed it against your protruding clit, earning a sharp inhale from you. Flattening his tongue, he dipped it between your folds to gather a bit of your wetness before dragging it upwards, stimulating your clit for the first time that night.

Focusing solely on your clit for now, he softly moved his tongue in a circular motion, pausing and pulling away to see more creamy wetness gathering between your lips, all on display for him as his fingers still held you spread apart.

Pursing his lips, he gathered a bit of saliva in his mouth before dropping it onto your clit, watching as it slowly slid down in between your lips adding to the slick already formed.

Lapping at your pussy and giving a few experimental licks first to gather your taste in his mouth, he moaned against your folds, sending a shiver up your spine at the added vibration.

“Mm, you taste so sweet.” He parted away from you for now, connected only by a string of saliva from your pussy to his mouth which broke away when he licked his lips.

His fingers followed the trail of his spit, slipping his fingers into your hole one by one until he had worked three fingers down to the last knuckle. You arched your back at the sudden added sensations.

“S’good for me,” he commented, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure from both his fingers and his words praising you.

While increasing the pace of his fingers moving inside you, he peppered kisses all over your inner thighs, catching you by surprise when he nipped at your skin.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, dampening the sound of your moans to your own ears but it was like music to his.

He grabbed your right leg and tossed it over his shoulder, preventing you from fully closing your legs and giving him the ability to touch you in any way he pleased.

His skilled fingers brushed against your insides in such a pleasurable way that almost clouded your vision with stars. He was able to reach deeply in places that you never could with your own fingers.

Your thigh twitches while your palms close around the sheets above your head as you near your release. “Carlos,” you murmur, his name becoming one of the very few things you remembered.

“Gonna cum for me?” He asked, placing his mouth over your clit, sucking harshly that made you raise your hips while a cry left your lips.

You weren’t able to form a word much less a sentence but he could tell by the pitch of your moans that you just needed something more to push you over the edge.

Sticking out the tip of his tongue, he repeatedly flicked your clit until you were writhing in pleasure.

“Go on, cum all over my fingers,” he permitted, curving his finger in the right spot that had you obeying him in seconds.

He continued thrusting his fingers in and out as you coated them with your cum, slowing down just a bit to prolong your release. Carlos greedily lapped up every drop that left you, enamored and addicted to your taste.

Pulling his fingers out, he licked your pussy from your entrance up to your clit once more, earning a cry releasing from your lips. “Ah- fuck, baby.”

He moved away only when you began squirming, that too with the corners of his lips turned up in a smirk.

Breathing heavily, you looked at him, noticing his lips and chin glistening with your slick but your eyes widened once he placed those same fingers in his mouth that were just in you moments ago, sucking them clean.

Your pussy still pulsed at his gesture, feeling a tad too empty. You knew you needed more, especially since you could see his bulge straining behind his boxers which quickly turned your bubble of arousal into desperation. You didn’t notice when he discarded his pants, adding it to the growing pile of clothes but you were glad he did.

Carlos placed lingering kisses trailing up your body. On your hips and stomach, then flattening his tongue and dragging up until he reached your chest. Placing two firm lingering kisses on your nipples that had you threading your fingers through his hair at the suction of his lips, he faced you while holding himself above your body. With his gaze still on your chest, he lightly blew air on them, hardening your already pert nipples at the sensation.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive, so responsive.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him lower until he rested his weight on you.

“That is such a bad habit of yours,” he murmured, his gaze now focusing on your lips.

“What is?” You asked innocently, blinking a few times in quick succession as your hand traveled to the nape of his neck.

“This,” he brings his hand to your chin, fingers pulling your lip free from being bitten between your teeth. Then he added, “it makes me want to kiss you every time you do it.”

Tilting your head closer, your gaze connected with his for a moment before you looked down at his soft lips, licking your own before responding, “maybe you should.”

He took your words as an invitation to claim your lips with his own, enveloping your lower lip in the heat of his mouth. Your hands trailed upwards into his hair again, lightly pulling at it as you responded with just as much force and passion.

His fingers brushed against your cheek, moving lower to grip your chin with his thumb and index finger, asserting dominance as he guided you through the kiss.

Moving even lower, his hand followed the curve of your throat as his palm rested on the base while his fingers pressed into the sides, earning a hum from your mouth.

This time, as you grazed your nails down his back there wasn’t any barrier of clothing in between. You dragged your hands as low as you could, almost able to touch the hem of his boxers that you desperately wanted to remove.

“Off,” you spoke, frustration lacing your tone.

He breathed in the lingering scent of your shower gel now mixed with a layer of sweat in the crook of your neck. “Then take it off, cariño.”

Loosening your legs wrapped around his waist, you began using your feet to shove the thin layer of fabric down that was keeping a part of his body that you couldn’t wait to touch and feel inside you hidden away.

You had gotten the band of his boxers down to his thighs, and he moved away to slide the material off his body before quickly aligning his body against yours again.

You mumbled against his lips but he couldn’t make out the words, so he moved an inch away to allow you to speak while his hand returned to where it had found a spot on your throat. “What was that?”

“Fuck me, Carlos, fuck me good,” you repeated, earning a small grin from him while his grip tightened on your throat.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, releasing his grip.

You turned over, arching your back while looking over your shoulder to entice him, earning a slap on your ass in return. You moaned, a satisfying smile painting on your lips. Shuffling onto your knees while reaching your arms outwards that brought your upper body closer to the mattress, you stuck your ass in the air.

“Do that again,” you muttered but you furrowed your brows when the hit never came. Looking back again, you saw a stern expression overtaking his usual smirk. He placed his palms on your cheeks, spreading them for a moment but before it could turn into anything more, he dropped his hands to his sides.

“Are you ordering me around now?” He asked with a raised brow, and your lips parted as you realized your mistake.

Slowly shaking your head in denial and your hips to the side to convince him, you tried again, “please do that again.”

He listened to your pleas, slapping your ass once again on the same spot as earlier before taking you by surprise and bringing his palm down on your other cheek. “Good girl, don’t forget your manners, darling.”

Kneeling on the bed behind you, Carlos’ body heat engulfed you, providing a brief blanket of comfort over you completely contrasting your thoughts and anticipation, knowing that he wouldn’t bestow any mercy upon you while he fucked your pussy.

Running his fingers down your slit, he spread your folds apart before sliding his hardened cock to replace his fingers, coating it in your wetness. Your balance faltered for a moment causing you to fall forward when his tip touched your clit, sending a burst of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Look at that, you’re already trying to clench around me, baby,” he muttered, watching your folds flutter around his cock as it tried to coax it inside you.

Inching backwards, you rubbed your ass against his cock, earning a low groan from him. “Carlos, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will scream,” you half heartedly threatened but he just chuckled.

“You will still scream even when I fuck you.”

“Then prove it,” you shot back.

Without a warning, Carlos slid his cock in you while one of his hands rested on your hip to prevent you from falling forward again. You muttered a curse, dragging out the last syllable as your eyes rolled back at the initial feeling.

His other hand trailed up your body, leaving featherlight touches on the length of your back. Wrapping his fingers around your hair, he pulled until your head tilted up and your mouth dropped open in a silent moan. He could only wish he had chosen a better position to see your reaction, but he imagined it to the best of his ability aided by the sweet sounds you let out.

“You have to stop clenching so hard, cariño, I can’t move,” he muttered in your ear, pressing light kisses on the crook of your neck, earning an audible exhale from you.

When he moved to continue sliding inside, your eyes widened, “you’re not fully in yet?”

He let out a sound in denial, “a little more.” Once fully settled inside, he paused, breathing out while his eyes were squeezed shut, “you feel so good, such a perfect, tight cunt,” he mumbled, and the praise had you clenching around him involuntarily.

“Please move,” you spoke while lightly pushing back, moaning as you felt him a tad deeper even if it was for a brief moment. He pulled back, leaving the warmth of your cunt and a whimper left your mouth as you only felt his tip remaining inside, mouth dropping open once he thrusted forward; this time with more force.

His fingers pressed into your hips and you couldn’t care less even after knowing that you would likely see his fingerprints marked onto your skin the next morning. Releasing his grip on your hair, he settled on grasping onto your shoulder to guide his thrusts at a steady pace.

“Go on, tell everyone on the floor who’s fucking you senseless.” He spat, only then making you realize the volume of the moans leaving your mouth, echoing throughout the hotel room along with the sound of skin slapping on skin. It was lewd, but you couldn’t help but arch your back further as you began to lose yourself within the pleasure.

He chuckled once you covered your mouth with your hands in an attempt to muffle your moans, your balance stumbling as your weight was now only held up by one arm. “No? You don’t want to tell them what a fucking slut you are for me? How easy it is to get your pussy soaking wet.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeated, unable to keep your hand on your mouth as you fisted the sheets in your palms. Feeling you clench around him over and over again, he knew you were getting close to your release.

Pulling out of you for a quick second, that still earned a cry escaping past your lips, he flipped you onto your back and thrusted in your pussy again. Now that you were face to face, he couldn’t waver his gaze away from your expressions.

Your eyes fluttered shut once he hiked up your leg on his waist, able to thrust deeper. Holding onto his shoulders to ground yourself, he moaned as he felt your nails digging into his skin.

“Please,” you mumbled, feeling so close that you felt like you were going to explode with frustration if he stopped. Fortunately, he continued the brutal pace of his thrusts and placed his thumb on your clit, creating small circular motions that had you crying out loud.

It felt like you had melted into the bed once your orgasm washed over you. He leaned closer, allowing you to wrap your arms around him while he continued fucking into you to chase his own release.

With your lips grazing his ear, your next words sent him over the edge, “please, Carlos, cum in me.”

He groaned as he came, attempting to muffle it as much as he could into the crook of your neck. A blurry haze clouded your vision and only when the tear fell, you had realized that you had cried in pleasure while chasing the feeling of your high, wanting it to last as long as possible.

You felt his cum painting your insides, unintentionally clenching that caused Carlos to let out another groan. “Do that again and I’ll never pull out,” he mumbled, only half joking since your cunt’s warmth was too inviting.

Wrapping your other leg around his waist to keep him inside you for a little longer, you responded, “that doesn’t sound too bad.”

He lifted his head, watching your tired out expression, the activities of the day finally catching up to you. He pressed a kiss against your cheek after wiping away your tears, moving on to your forehead and then claimed your lips with his.

He licked into your mouth, earning a guttural groan from you. Your legs had fallen to the side, not having enough strength to hold them up any longer.

Hissing when he pulled out, you let out a sharp gasp as he lightly spread your pussy to watch his cum mixed with yours leak out and stain the sheets underneath. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, mainly to himself as he gathered your mixed cum onto his fingers.

Your mouth dropped open as he brought his coated fingers near your mouth, sticking out your tongue to greedily suck them clean. He pressed another kiss on your cheek in appreciation, “such a good girl.”

Then, his lips grazed your ear, “I’ll go grab a towel.”

Only leaving the bed once you nodded, he quickly entered the bathroom and smiled once he saw his reflection in the mirror. His neck was covered in marks and his shoulders were covered in scratches left behind by your nails. Although he didn’t check, he knew that his back would’ve been in the same state.

Quickly returning to you, he cleaned you up and tossed the cum stained cloth on the floor among the other pieces of your clothing. You had a sleepy smile on your face during the entire process, mumbling a “congratulations on the win,” once he was hovering over you again.

“Thank you, cariño, I hope there will be many more to come.” Placing one last lingering kiss to your lips, he shuffled off the bed and began redressing himself.

You didn’t know when he left, as you had already fallen asleep while he was still in the room. He walked away with a satisfied smile on his face while removing the keycard belonging to his hotel room from the back pocket of his jeans, now assured that your room could in fact fit two people.

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[kaelaheartsyou]

Dont Get Caught

paige bueckers x (female) reader

down bad reader + even more down bad paige

warnings:

pure smut (sorry in advance) mdni !!!

use of bad language

kinda public sex

i watched from the stands as my girlfriend scored the game winning 3 pointer. it was an extremely close game. she immediately locks eyes with me before smiling and running to her teammates and celebrating together. she was definitely getting it tonight.

i made my way from my seat to the sidelines where i congratulated everyone on the team making sure to give azzi and molly a hug. by now the whole team knew me and paige were dating, considering we’ve been together for almost 7 months, it was kind of hard to hide. but imagine how hard it is to keep it from the media. with reporter after reporter trying to get a chance to talk to all the girls, i couldn’t just go up to her and kiss her without someone taking a picture. i didn’t mind the media knowing and i know she didn’t either, but to be fair we did agree to wait.

i just sat down in a chair on the sidelines scrolling through tiktok liking pretty much every post that had to do with paige in some way. she was still getting interviewed while the rest of the girls had already made their way out of the locker room.

as she finished up, she finally walked into the locker room, clearly not noticing i was right behind her. i managed to get past anyone trying to take pictures as i walked in after her. i dont know how she was so oblivious to my presence.

“hi baby, you played so good” i said while smiling, still behind her.

“holy shit” she said practically jumping as she turned around to look at me. “how did you get in here without anyone noticing” she laughed

“they were all focused on azzi, just wanted to congratulate you” i beamed happily

“well thank you, im so glad you were able to come i know how behind you are on school shit”

she walked towards me wrapping her arms around my waist. i instinctively put mine around her neck. the eye contact we held could make anyone fold, and i was trying so hard not to. i wanted her to kiss me first, i don’t give in that easy even when it comes to paige fucking bueckers.

after what literally felt like hours she finally kissed me, my hands going straight to her hair that was still in a ponytail. i pulled off the hair tie making her groan into my mouth at the feeling of relief.

she lightly tapped my thigh to signal for me to jump. and of course i did because id do anything for this girl. she lifted me up making me wrap my legs around her waist. still not breaking the kiss, paige carried me to the counter where the sinks were and set me down before pulling at my shirt for me to remove it.

“paige not here we’re gonna get caught.” i mumbled before pulling away

“cmon baby everyone already grabbed their stuff out of here, no ones coming back.” she reassured me with her infamous smirk

i reluctantly nodded my head accepting the fact that if we get caught its on her. i pulled of my shirt and watched her immediately unclip my bra. she stared at me for a minute before speaking, “you’re so fucking beautiful im so damn lucky.”

i blushed, usually i was the one praising her and giving her compliments. must be the post-win feeling getting to her. nonetheless i appreciated her words even though they made me practically melt.

we reconnected our lips, her hand playing with my nipple sent a wave of ecstasy through my entire body. she pulled away again this time to remove my sweatpants, leaving them at my ankles because deep down i think she knew there was a good chance someone might walk in. she marveled at how soaked my red laced underwear was and i felt my self sheepishly covering my face. her hands were quick to pull mine away.

“this wet for me hm? and i haven’t even done anything yet.” she smirked again and pulled down my underwear. i was now fully exposed and she still had her uniform on.

“paige come on take it off.” i said motioning to her uniform and feeling quite embarrassed knowing i was the only one with out a single piece of clothing on.

she complied without a complaint and stripped down to her sports bra and boxers. i see her like this almost every night and it still amazes me how gorgeous she is. running my hand down her toned stomach i start spewing out compliment after compliment before she starts kissing my neck, making me shut up and throw my head back.

her hand thats not on my waist is touching everywhere but wear i need her. im sitting at the edge of the counter at this point, our bodies are flushed together skin to skin.

“please p.. i need you” i murmured quietly when her kisses started getting lower and lower. i just know that there were going to be bruises from where she was sucking in the morning.

“yeah? where do you need me baby use your words.” she said softly against my skin making me shiver. her long fingers finally touching my clit as she moved her fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. “here?”

“mhm- oh shit.. paige please just fuck me already ” i stuttered through my sentence and she laughed

“you want my mouth or my fingers ma?” she said as she made eye contact with me. the nickname repeated in my head, usually i wouldn’t let any girl call me that but it just felt so different when my girlfriend said it.

i debated between the two when i finally settled on an answer and said “both” she just laughed and told me to let her know if it gets to be too much. always so full of herself..

she sat in front of me on her knees spreading my legs apart. she didn’t even break the eye contact before her tongue started circling my clit.

“fuck p, you always know how to make me feel good.” i moaned leaning my head back on to the wall behind me.

i could feel her fucking smirking.

that just encouraged her to move her tongue faster and harder against my clit. she quickly got me to my climax and i grabbed at the back of her head pulling her closer and letting out a string of curses and moans to signal that i was close. she didn’t slow down though, she continued until i begged her to stop when the pleasure got so intense. she pulled away and stood up and kissed me, making me taste myself on her mouth.

“you did so good baby, can you do one more for me?” she cooed against my mouth and i quickly nodded my head, desperate to feel her again.

she brought to fingers to my mouth urging me to suck, to which i complied. her eyes were glued to my mouth as i took her fingers into my mouth. when she pulled them out she brought them right back to my entrance.

“oh fuck.” i moaned at the feeling of her fingers moving in me, immediately hitting my g-spot. she knew my body so well.

my moans encouraged her to speed up “can you take another one?” she challenged and i was so incoherent from the pleasure i could only mumble an “mhm” and nod my head while gripping at her shoulder.

she added another finger and i knew i couldn’t last much longer. my legs started shaking and my hand flew to my mouth to cover any screams that threatened to slip. she immediately tore my hand away.

“no i wanna hear you and know exactly how i make you feel.” she said cockily with a smirk plastered on her face. using her free hand she grabbed my leg and put it over her shoulder, increasing how deep her fingers went in me. i couldn’t take it any longer and i came all over her fingers. she slowed down her pace and removed her fingers before praising me for how good i did for her.

she put her clothes back on because there wasn’t enough time for me to make her “feel good.” i tried to jump down from the counter but i immediately felt my knees buckle from beneath me, luckily page grabbed my arms. she helped me put my shirt and sweatpants back on.

“hey paige?! have you seen my water bottle?” kk said as we heard to door to the locker room open. i quickly fixed my hair to look more presentable and paige walked around the corner and over to kk.

“yeah its out by the bench on the sidelines.” paige replied quickly ushering her out.

“oh um okay.. thanks?” kk didnt further question paiges weird behavior and instead walked away.

paige came back over to me and i put my shoes on before giving her a kiss. not a sexual one, i was just so proud of her.

“we could’ve gotten caught p, we gotta be more careful.” i said jokingly as we left the locker room, being careful to avoid any cameras.

“yeah that could’ve been really bad.. good thing you finish fast.” she said the last part as a whisper and that shut me up immediately. yeah she was gonna get it the second we get back to our apartment.

author speaks- guys im nervous this is my first post. constructive criticism is welcome!!

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[fear-is-truth]

TEMPTER, OR THE TEMPTED?

── kai anderson x fem! reader

part II of SWEET PUNISHMENTS

warnings: mdni! edging. cockwarming. dub con. unprotected p in v. exhibitionism. name calling. not proofread + english is not my first language

a/n: this was kinda rushed cuz i was sick when i wrote this one... sorry if there are any misspellings!

read part one here!!

The clock hung on the wall to your left, its numbers just out of your line of sight, as if making a mockery of your inability to tell how much time had passed. It felt like hours since Kai forced you to sit on his cock during a cult meeting. As a punishment.

Oh fuck.

Your thighs gave a telltale quiver, and then you felt the warm gush of your arousal dribbling onto Kai’s trousers. Panicked, you casually glanced around the crowed basement. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice, since their eyes were glued on your Divine Ruler.

Unfortunately, Kai noticed. Pausing mid-sentence, he leaned his face near your ear in a conspiratorial manner.

“Poor lamb… can’t control yourself, hm?”

He chuckled darkly before turning his attention back to his gang of loyal lapdogs.

“Boys! Remember what I said about porno?”

Kai hollered on top of his lungs, right next to your ear which made you wince. Obnoxious creep. Murmurs of agreement rippled through the men, punctuated by an overly enthusiastic “Hell fucking yes!” by that suck-up nicknamed Speedwagon whom you especially despised.

“Are we allowed to watch it?”

He screamed. Again, the room chorused in unison— “No!” “Fuck no!” and “Porn makes you weak!” A sinister smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he nodded, satisfied.

“Your leader has taught you well. In that case, guess what boys, you're in for a treat today!”

With that, he grabbed you by the elbows and hoisted you off his lap as if you were nothing but a ragdoll. Before you could react, you found yourself sprawled on the floor.

A shocked gasp, and then someone (you suspected it was that fuckass dickhead Gary) let out a wolf-whistle. You realised in sickening horror, how pathetic you must looked—your hair was a disheveled mess, the miniskirt and the lack of panties displayed your lower regions to Kai and the rest of the men to gawk at.

Embarrassment burned hot against your cheeks as you fought to suppress a sob that had been welling up in your chest. Twenty-two pairs of eyes bore into you, a mixture of shock, amusement, and silent judgment.

“Discipline. That’ll do you good,”

Kai clicked his tongue reproachfully before bending down, administrating two, harsh slaps across your ass. You whimpered, because it stung but mostly out of humiliation. You started to crawl, military style on your elbows in a feeble attempt to escape.

“Just where do you think you’re going, lamb?”

Amused, he allowed you to get a few feet away before he squatted down and grabbed you roughly by the ankles, dragging you back towards him. Frantically, you scrambled desperately to find purchase on the carpet, your nails leaving marks like a silly cartoon cat.

The urge to kick him in the face was dangerously tempting. Kai was going to carry out his threat, because you fully knew he had no issues with having sex in front the cult. In fact, the idea was probably even more gratifying to him to see everyone's reaction to your humiliation.

Twisted, sick fuck that he was.

And yet, why did this shit turned you on?

Perhaps you were as sick as he was.

“Such a whore for your leaders attention,” he positioned himself behind you, “…Now you’re gonna get what you’ve been begging for. You know why? Because I’m no tyrant; I’m your benevolent, gracious ruler!”

Digging his nails into your hips, Kai slammed his cock inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one, smooth movement. Thanks to the prelude of your punishment, your body had already worked itself well enough to accommodate the full force of his brutality without too much agony.

You cried out when your face rubbed against the coarse texture of the carpet, the friction burning your skin. Even so, the sensation of him filling you felt so exquisitely good that you loathed yourself.

It was only a matter of moments before the men started to get restless; fidgeting in their sleeping bags and looking visibly uncomfortable as they witnessed Kai dole out “punishment”.

“Little slut, gonna fill you up with my divine seed-”

A throaty moan escaped his lips, and then he started to fuck you with earnest. The wet squelches of your connecting bodies ricocheted through the basement, and your back arched every time his hips came in contact with your ass.

Walls constricting around him, you felt the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot again and again, prompting your back to arch like a tightly wound bow. Kai leaned forward, chin resting on your shoulder as he whispered:

“The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?”

At first, the question made absolutely no sense to you. Then it clicked; the theatrical fuck was quoting Shakespeare.

Ridiculous as it seemed, that was all it took to sent you thrashing over the edge. Euphoric waves of pleasure crashed through your body, and Kai was right behind you in his quest for release. In a matter of seconds, rope after rope of his cum was spilling into you, just as he’d promised. Still panting, he pulled out of you with a soft, wet squelch.

Trembling, you stayed sprawled on the floor, the combined release leaking out between your thighs. The room was pin-drop silent. The only sound that could be heard was the rustle of cloth as Kai pulled up his trousers.

“Now boys, tell me. This is way better than PornHub, right?”

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[fantasy---feels]

On the balcony (I) Pt.1

pairing: Gojo Satoru x female reader

genre: historical, romance, angst, slow burn smut, is that even a thing?

wordcount: 30k~

summary: Y/n gets her heart broken and Satoru figures that as her loyal knight, it is his duty to fix it, and bring karma upon those who dared to scorn her.

warnings: infidelity, biting, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism (?), slight dacryphilia.

date: 15-04-2024

info: I don't think I've ever written this much for just one story, damn... Anyway. So. This is LONG. If you're just her for the smut, and don't care about the backstory (no judgment), skip to the line of stars (*). If you don't like smut at all, maybe just... Don't read this.

Y/n leans further towards the mirror, squinting at her reflection. "Gods, that fucking dress, just why..." She hears a cough behind her and when she looks back sees that it's just her guard, leaning against the doorframe.

"Satoru." She can see him try to hold back his laughter. He coughs again, to hide another chuckle. "You look marvelous, your highness, for a moment I thought a mountain of ribbon- I mean an angel, had descended to us from the skies." She glares at him. "Shush. Apparently this is the newest fashion here. Supposedly the crown prince is very fond of... Accessories." She glances back at the mirror, only to flinch at the amount of shiny stuff draped all over her. "... I look like a Yuletide tree." "Indeed you do your Highness." She glares at him. He shrugs. "Your words, not mine." He tilts his head at her. "Are you quite sure that your fiancé is not a bird? Supposedly they too are very font of shiny things." She scoffs. "Are you accusing me of falling in love with a bird?" Satoru is silent for a moment and she looks over at him questioningly. He looks away. "You never know your highness, he might be very good at hiding it." She rolls her eyes at him, "Right, well if I ever catch him laying an egg I'll let you know." Satoru chuckles and pushes away from the doorframe. "Well, enough with the gossip, I came to escort you to the entry hall, our dear prince Goose must already be waiting." She shoots up from her chair. "What? He's already waiting?! Why didn't you say that immediately??" She hurries to grab her fan and her shoes. Satoru shrugs again. "A little waiting won't kill him." She glares at him over her shoulder as she struggles to get into her heels. "Gods why is this dress so big? What a truly horrid abomination. And I can't even breathe, or bend for that matter!! That servant girl must have been an assassin! I was certain she was going to break my ribs with how tight she laced this horrid corset." As she grumbles and curses, struggling to even find her shoes under the mountain of fabric, Satoru just chuckles at her antics.

"A bit unsightly for a noble empress to-be, don't you think?" The looks she throws back at him could have killed many a person, but Satoru just shakes his head and sighs. "Haaa, fine, I guess I'll have to help you, before your dear prince Duck comes to look for you and sees you like... This." He waves his hand at her general area. She huffs at him, "Stop calling him names! And yes. Please. Help." She grumbles at how labored her breathing is just from this. "How do they plan to have me dance in this construction? I could faint at any moment!" Satoru walks over to her and picks up the heels, frowning at them. "That is if you don't break your ankles first. But don't worry! If you fall, I'll just catch you!" She side-eyes him. "Will you now?" He grins. "No. But I'll pick you up once I'm done laughing."

Y/n heaves a deep sigh as she lets herself fall down in a chair, raising one foot in his direction. "Pretty sure this would count as treason. I could have you beheaded, you know." He tilts his head at her innocently. "But then who will put on these shoes for you?" She tsks at him. "Fine. You get to live. Just hurry up, I'm already late because of you." He smiles and shrugs. "As you wish your highness."

He gently takes her feet and puts on her heels. After readjusting her dress and getting up he pats the dust off his knees. "You know. In this kingdom modesty is pretty important no?" Y/n raises an eyebrow at him. "Yes, I'd argue that they are even more conservative than our own home country, why do you ask?" He grins at her. "I was just thinking that even if my disrespect doesn't get me beheaded, the fact that I have touched your ankles just might." Y/n blushes bright red. "Why must you make it sound like that?!" His grin widens. "Your face is why." She glares at him as she gets up. "Enough with your nonsense, we must go." She stomps past him through the door. He chuckles before picking up the fan she forgot and following her.

Once in the hallway they both automatically fall into their own roles, a noble princess and her loyal guard. Y/n might enjoy their casual friendship behind closed doors, but they can't show that in public. She sighs under her breath, thinking about the constant acting performance that is her life. Even with her own family she could rarely be herself, as they were almost never truly alone, and even when they were, they were still always aware of their positions. That's also exactly why she hired Satoru.

The first time she met him, he hadn't been aware of her identity. She had snuck outside, disguised as a commoner, something she would often do.

She feels a pang in her heart at the knowledge that from now on that would never be possible again. The fiancé of the crown prince, the future empress... There was no way that she could ever play pretend here in this kingdom, it would be far too dangerous.

That time she had run into a group of boys from the academy, real lovely ones too... They had been in the middle of pressuring her to come with them when suddenly, one of them almost flew in her face, before hitting the floor. Where he had been standing was another student, albeit a far more disheveled one compared to the sleak ones surrounding her. The boy's shirt wasn't buttoned to the top, his tie hung loose and his sleeves were pushed up. He stood there, foot still raised from when he kicked her harasser, hands in his pockets, a sneer on his face. "Oi. What are you ugly bastards pulling now? I was already looking for you idiots to punish you for the last incident, but you're at it again?!" The group around Y/n flinches back at the sight of him, only their leader hesitantly standing his ground. "What do you think you're doing?! Just because you are in the disciplinary committee does not give you the right to harm other nobles! Do you not remember who our parents are??" The attacker scowls at him. "Actually, it does give me that right, and no of course I don't know who your parents are, because I don't care. I might look into it if I accidentally kill one of you pests tho, to inform your mommies. Feels like the polite thing to do." The leader unconsciously takes a step back, so that now all of them are basically hiding behind Y/n. She stares at them in disbelief, this is embarrassing to even look at.

The guy in front of her now focuses his attention on her. "Who are you? Are you also a student at the academy? I've never seen you before." She blanches. "No, I am merely a commoner, not a noble." He squints at her for a moment and then shrugs. "Right. Well, off you go. I have some business with these gentlemen." She quickly nods and hurries back towards the castle, having had enough excitement for one day.

Y/n has almost reached the fence surrounding the palace gardens when she suddenly hears footsteps, right behind her. She whips around but before she knows it, she is pinned against the alley wall. Looming over her is the disheveled student from before. One of his hands is pressed against the wall next to her head and the other still buried in his pocket. He stares at her. "Now milady. Who are you really?" She glares at him enraged. "I told you, I am a mere commoner! Let me go at once!" He chuckles and raises his eyebrows at her. "Really, you're still going with that? Please. You're no commoner." She reels at the confidence in his words. "And may I ask what has made you so certain that my words are false?" He laughs out loud this time, angering her even further. How dare that arrogant bastard laugh at her?! Who does he think he is? "Okay lady. First of all, not once have you used honorifics when talking to me." Her angry expression is replaced with a baffled one. "Honorifics? For a brat like you? Why on earth would I do that." The boy in front of her is clearly trying his best not to burst out laughing again, but when he continues talking she can still hear the small tremble in his voice. "Second of all. Look at yourself. You're as thin and weak as a twig, and these hands-" his empty hand grabs hers and holds I open, letting his thumb run over the soft skin "-have not worked a day in their lives." She rips her hand from his grasp and presses it against her chest, slowly starting to understand what he is getting at. A sly grin spreads over his face as he brings his face closer to hers. "And third of all, and most importantly, no commoner woman would ever dare glare at me like that."

Her eyes go wide, realizing just how stupid she had been. The boy in front of her finally takes a step back and folds his arms. "So milady, I have come to the conclusion that there are only several options regarding your identity." She pales. "What?" He taps his chin with his finger in thought. "The first option would be a hidden daughter from some count or perhaps a marquis. However that still wouldn't explain your arrogance towards me. Another option would be some rich, spoiled, merchant daughter. But for that the way you speak is far too much like that of a noble." He glances at her sour expression and grins. "That's why I believe the third option to be the most likely one." She tries to back away when he walks towards her, but her back is already against the wall and the only thing she can do is brace herself. A moment later she finds herself perplexed. She doesn't know what it was that she expected him to do, but it definitely wasn't this. He is in front of her, on one knee, pressing a soft kiss to her hand. "This loyal subject greets her imperial highness Y/n Nerea, third princess of Sarova, and future queen of the kingdom of Miran." Her shock only lasts a moment and she sighs. "So you actually figured it out. How troublesome." He grins up at her. "You made it quite easy, your highness." She stares at him. "You are still being surprisingly casual, seeing as you know my identity now."

The boy shrugs and gets up. "Well, it's not like there's much you can do about it, seeing as you're out here without permission." She bristles. "How are you so certain that that is the case?" He just gives her a flat stare in response. She huffs. "Fine. So what if I am, are you planning to inform my family?" He taps his chin as if deep in thought. "Hmmm, not such a bad idea I must say. It would certainly prove amusing I'm sure." She glares at him. "Enough with this charade already. What do you want from me." He grins at her. "I want you to help me become a knight." Y/n just blinks at him for a moment. "A knight? That is all? But why? As a noble, would you not be able to just become one by yourself? Why waste your wish on that."

The boy dramatically puts his hand over his eyes. "Oh if only it were that simple, but NO! You see, I am the first son of my family, and because of that I'll be forced to take over from my father in the future. They would never allow me to run off and become a knight." He grins as he glances at her around his hand. "That is of course, unless their very own princess demands it herself!" Y/n sighs and presses her hand against her forehead. "Is there anyone else who can inherit the title if you were to leave?" The boy nods at her eagerly. "Absolutely! In fact, I'd even say they are far more suited for the position than I am." "That couldn't be too hard", Y/n grumbles under her breath. "What was that your noble, kind Highness?" "Nothing. Anyway, all that you are asking of me is to request for you to be allowed to enter the knighthood?" The smile he gives her seems a tad too happy in her opinion and she frowns at him. "Indeed, your Highness. That is all. By the way, I'm not sure if this is of any importance, but it will soon be evening and the guards surrounding the castle will be doubled." Y/n's eyes shoot up to the sky and she realizes he is right, she curses under her breath. "Curse it, I have to hurry. Sir... What was your name again?" "Satoru." "Right, sure, sir Satoru, come to the ball next week, I too will make sure to attend just this once. Now I must take my leave." As Y/n hurries away Satoru can't help but grin at the sight of her. "How did she ever think to pass as a commoner, even just the way she walks..." He decides to follow her in secret, just to make sure that she reaches the castle safely. What he didn't expect to see was the princess, who had seemed utterly helpless to him before, climb the high castle fence with ease. Somehow avoiding the sharp spikes at the top and without even ripping her dress, she lets herself fall down on the other side, where she disappears into the shadows.

"THAT SLIMY LYING BASTARD!!" The dull thud of a book being thrown on the floor echoes against the walls. Y/n glares at the poor, innocent thing, just doing it's job. With a huff she picks it back up and finds the page she had been looking at. "Satoru Valorian. That bastard is the first son of house Valorian." She rubs her temples. Of course it was too good to be true. No wonder he had been so arrogant, he was the first son of one of the five Dukedoms Sarova, only the royal family was above him in rank. She curses her own stupidity, how could she not have asked him his family name, what was wrong with her?? She remembered how she forgot of course. He had tricked her, keeping her talking just long enough to make her panic as soon as he mentioned the time. She grits her teeth. Not only was he the future Duke, that other person capable of inheriting the position was none other than Livia Valorian, his sister. A woman. Women never inherited titles in Sarova. "Aaaarrgggghhhh!" She rubs her hands through her hair in frustration. "How dare that sneaky little brat trick me?!" She glares at his name on the page. "Just you wait. I'll make you regret this."

Finally the day of the ball is here, and Y/n is, of course, the center of attention. She has not shown herself at a single social function for over 5 years, so her presence today has almost doubled the amount of attendees.

It has been two hours of fake smiles and empty pleasantries before she finally runs into him. There is no trace of the disheveled, rude brat she met that day. Today Satoru truly looks like the future Duke. His suit is immaculate. Rich black fabric tailored perfectly to his frame, adorned by silver accessories and his hair styled out of his face. She almost scoffs at the difference, barely recognizing him at first, but keeping her composure beside a quick glance in his direction. Next to him are the current Duke and Duchess, along with their daughter, and possible future heir, Livia.

The Duke greets her with a slight bow. "It is an honor to finally meet you again, your highness, it's been far too long." She nods in acknowledgement. "Indeed it has been, dear Duke Valorian, in fact I believe the last time was almost 3 years ago now, was it not?" "It was, yes. That was the last time you attended a council meeting I believe. Your presence was dearly missed. The king used to be much less loud with you there." Y/n chuckles behind her fan. "Father does tend to get a bit... Excited at times." The Duchess laughs too. "Indeed he does, does he not? But in that passion lies the strength of our ruler." The Duke and Y/n nod their agreement, before Y/n focuses her attention on Satoru, her smile falling almost unnoticeably. "Ah, Satoru Valorian. We meet again." The Duke and Duchess look at him questioningly, but Satoru just smiles and bows. "Your Highness. It has been far too long." Y/n squints slightly. "Truly? To me it feels as if we only just met a week ago. The difference in how we perceive time truly is fascinating is it not?" Satoru keeps his head bowed. "Fascinating indeed, your highness." She glares at his hair before turning away. "Anyway, you must be Livia, I have heard many good things about you, but I don't believe that we have ever had the pleasure of being introduced." The girl jumps a bit at the sudden attention, but then hastily drops into a bow. "I am honored that you have heard of me, your Highness. I am very glad to finally be able to meet you." Y/n smiles at her before looking at her parents. "You truly do have a lovely daughter. I had heard many rumors about both her beauty and her manners. I see now that they were true." The Duchess smiles softly as she looks at her daughter. "Yes. We are very proud of her. There is nothing that she has not excelled at thus far." The Duke nods solemnly.

Y/n smiles behind her fan, this should make things slightly easier, though probably not much. "Lord and lady Valorian, I have something that I would like to discuss with you..." She looks down at the floor and frowns for a moment, as if struggling with what to say next. The Duke chimes up quickly. "Whatever it is that is bothering your highness, we will do our utmost to assist you, please do tell us what is on your mind." Y/n smiles at him gratefully. "You are too kind dear Duke, but this is not such an easy matter. Assisting me would prove very difficult for your house, and yet I must at least dare ask it." The Duke and Duchess frown at each other at the worrisome words. "Let us speak in private then." Y/n nods and leads them to the room she had prepared in advance. As they leave she can see Satoru furrow his brow at her. She hides her grin behind her fan. He must be very confused at how she is going about this.

Once seated in the private room Y/n folds her fan and puts it on the table. "The request I have concerns your son, Satoru Valorian." The two parents exchange a glance before the Duke seeks up. "Are we right to believe that this matter you speak of is not an engagement?" Y/n smiles and shakes her head. "Indeed it is not, for while a union with house Valorian would certainly be fortunate, as you know my hand has already been promised to another." They nod in agreement. "The matter I speak of is the selection of my personal guard and right hand when I move to the country of my fiancé." The Duchess looks startled at her words, while the Duke just frowns. "Are you asking us to allow our heir to become your second in command, and leave for Miran with you? Y/n nods. "Of course, I am aware of how ridiculous my request must seem to you. What I am asking of you is to basically give up your heir to me, but please do allow me to explain why I am even suggesting this." The two people in front of her look hesitant, but still slowly nod at her. "First I would like to explain why Satoru is the one I chose, and not any other capable noble. The first thing you should know is that the two of us have met before, although he was at first not aware of my identity. I had heard many tales of his prowess in battle, but that day he proved it when he saved me from a group of criminals."

The Duchess gasps and Y/n almost feels guilty for slightly exaggerating. "I need someone who I can trust to protect me, not only in the physical sense, although your son is clearly capable of that as well. What I need is someone who can stand alongside me both in the social and political world, and for that, they must be well-versed in the ways of the high nobility and from a powerful family." The Duke frowns but nods understandingly. "I understand what you are saying, but why our son specifically? As you must well know most of the other Dukedoms also have sons of a fitting age and with suitable skill sets." Y/n shakes her head. "I have done a lot of research the past few years, and none of them compare. Then of course, there is the fact that Satoru has already saved my life, but most of all, it is the fact that your family has the best second option for an heir." The Duke looks at her very confused." Could you explain what you mean by that, your highness? Are you perhaps referring to my nephew? He might be quite bright but-" Y/n shakes her head again. ”My most important thought during my research was that my decision could in no way weaken any of the houses, and house Valorian was my first choice, because you-", she looks over at the Duchess, before looking back at the Duke, "-have Livia."

For a moment they are both silent, but then they both speak up. "What are you saying your highness?", the Duke exclaims, while at the same time his time mumbles in thought, "She is right." The Duke whips his head around to stare at his wife in disbelief. "Dear, what-" She glares at him. "Why are you reacting like this, you too know of Livia's talents, why would she not be a suitable heir?" The Duke is stupefied for a moment. "But dear, our daughter, she is very bright, but she..." "Is a woman?" Y/n asks. The both of them look at her, and the Duke nods hesitantly, realizing that he is not only risking to offend his wife, but also the princess. She smiles to reassure him. "I understand your hesitation, as it is very rare for women in this kingdom to inherit titles, however you should know that it is in no way against the law." The Duchess throws the Duke a look. "So you say, your Highness." The Duke almost seems to wince a bit but still speaks up. "While that may be true, it is extremely unconventional, not to mention dangerous. Who is to say how many struggles our daughter will face that she otherwise would not." Y/n thinks for a moment before she speaks again. "I will let you in on some highly restricted information, but I trust that you will never utter a word about this outside of this room." They exchange a glance before nodding. "As you well know my oldest brother is currently considered the heir for the throne by the public. However, this is officially not the case. In fact, if my father is to be believed, the most likely future monarch is my oldest sister. The Duchess gasps and presses her hand against her mouth. "Truly? A ruling empress?" Y/n nods silently. The Duke just stares at her for a moment. "So our Livia would not be the first, and when her time comes there would be an empress?" Y/n nods again, smiling at them both as they look at each other. "Well.. Then... I suppose we have no reason to refuse." The Duke still seems in a bit of a daze as he says that. "That is, unless either of our children disagrees of course.", the Duchess chimes in. All three of them nod and agree, and soon they head back to the main hall. 

"I can't believe you did this to me." Satoru sits in front of her, his expression one of pure disbelief. Y/n calmly lifts her teacup to her lips. "You asked me to make you a knight. You should have been more specific if you had a certain position in mind. "I didn't expect you to turn me into your own glorified assistant?!" She shrugs and still doesn't bother looking at him. "I suppose we both got tricked in the end. Oh well, at least I got a little helpe- I mean partner, out of it." He groans and dramatically flops down on the sofa. "The whole point was to avoid all that damned paperwork, but now I'll still be doing the same thing, only I'm not even doing it for myself!" Y/n rolls her eyes at his antics. "Oh shush, I know you only did it for your sister so stop pretending already." He opens one eye to stare at her, then sits up with a shrug. "Fine. But I'm still pissed that you're dragging me all the way to that horribly boring kingdom." She sighs and looks up at the ceiling. "Believe me I am not too thrilled about it either. I will basically become a throne decoration. An accessory for the king, without any real authority. It's quite depressing really." Satoru leans back with his arms draped over the back of the couch and frowns at her. "Then why are you even going..." Y/n chuckles humorlessly. "In the first place it's to make it easier for my sister once she becomes empress. Even an old-fashioned kingdom such as theirs will have a hard time being openly hostile towards the homeland of their queen. Not to mention that the king will be my husband, so my sister would become his family." She smiles softly." And then of course, there is my fiancé. We've known each other since we were kids, we've been engaged just as long. My whole life I've known that I would become his wife, so I can't even imagine anything else at this point. I have no idea what I would do if our engagement were ever to be broken." Satoru just stares at her for a moment. "Well I guess that means I should get ready to move sometime in the near future." Y/n shakes her head. "I will be residing here until the year of my marriage, so it will still be a few years. Worry not, however, there is plenty of work for you to do here too." 

Y/n softly chuckles to herself as they walk towards the entry hall. "What is on your mind, your highness?", Satoru asks from behind her. "Oh nothing important, I was just reminded of the face you made when your parents first told you about my proposal. It was truly delightful." She can almost feel him scowling at her back. "I am glad that my misery amuses your highness." Y/n chuckles again. "It always does."

They fall silent as they near the hall where the crown prince is supposed to be waiting. And indeed, as they round the corner her fiancé's eyes find Y/n immediately. "My love! There you are! I was starting to worry." Y/n smiles up at him. "My apologies your highness, it took me some time to get dressed." The crown prince walks up to her, while scanning her figure. He takes her hand and brings it to his lips. "You look absolutely mesmerizing my love, you will be the brightest star at the ball." A soft coughing sounds from behind her and Y/n freezes before subtly glaring back at Satoru. Her fiancé also looks over her shoulder. "Ah, lord Valerion. My apologies, I hadn't noticed you, did you only just arrive?" Satoru bows. "Indeed your highness, I was escorting my lady." The crown prince's polite smile wavers for a moment but then it's back to normal. "Ah. I see. My thanks for escorting my fiancee to me. I'll take it from here, so please, do go and enjoy the festivities." Satoru nods at the prince, before handing Y/n her fan and bowing to them both. He glances at her one more time, and then leaves to go to the entrance downstairs. 

The crown prince watches him go before refocusing his attention on Y/n. "Your servant is very loyal." She looks at him questioningly. "Indeed, he is my most trusted assistant." Her fiancé just looks at her for a moment before turning away. "We should go." He holds out his arm for her to take and together they enter the ball. Everyone watches as the two of them descent the stairs together, have their first dance together, and then greet the guests together. Truly the perfect pair, a handsome, charming, future king, and his beautiful future bride. After they have completed their rounds the crown prince is called away by one of his subordinates for a moment. Y/n takes that chance to flee from the limelight and towards Satoru, who is waiting for her at the edge of the room, already extending a glass of champagne. What neither of them notice is how the crown prince's eyes are glued to the both of them, a scowl pulling on his lips.

"Gods I am so sick and tired of these balls. Why must they have so many here?" Satoru chuckles at her grumbling. "Well your dear mother in law must waste the people's tax money on SOMETHING, right." Y/n groans. "It would seem that she must, yes." They sip their drinks and silently look around the hall. It is once again completely different from how it looked the last time, a few weeks ago. All the chandeliers have been replaced, as well as the curtains and basically all other furniture. The place is massive, yet it is filled to the brim with guests and tables with high quality foods and beverages. Satoru snorts at the sight of a group of ladies that walk by them and Y/n gives him a quick hit with her fan. "At least be subtle about it will you?" Satoru rubs the sore spot on his shoulder. "You know your highness, I was worried that you would stand out tonight, but it seems my fear was needless. Compared to some of these ladies your dress is downright sober. And did you see that cackling flock that walked by just now?" Y/n nods slowly. "Some of these esteemed guests do have a striking similarity with bejeweled chicke- Oop. I forget myself." She glares at him from behind her fan. "It would seem that your bad manners are starting to rub off on me." Satoru just shrugs and grins. "Honesty is a virtue your highness." "Pft. Right. That's very convincing coming from you." Y/n sighs as she puts down her empty glass. "I've ignored my duty for long enough, I should go and rejoin his highness." Satoru raises his glass at her in salute. "I'll watch your back. From-", he takes a big sip, "right here." She rolls her eyes at him and leaves to go find her fiancé. After making another full circle and talking to countless nobles, Y/n's feet are killing her, but she still hasn't found the crown prince. "Where could he have gone.." she mumbles under her breath as she makes her way to an adjacent corridor, which leads to the powder rooms. Oh well, he must have been pulled into some kind of meeting she supposes. She softly curses as she feels her feet throbbing in her heels. She can't wait to sit down in one of the resting rooms for a moment. As she searches for an empty room she hears a high pitched giggle, followed by a moan, from behind one of the doors. She scoffs. Okay, so not that room at least.

She is about to walk past when another sound catches her attention, or more specifically, a voice. She freezes. No, that can't be, she must have misheard. She hesitantly walks up to the door, trying to hear who's inside. Another squeaky giggle. "Oh myyy, your majesty, stop it! You're teasing me!" Y/n frowns, 'Your majesty'?, the king?! It couldn't be! She looks around before leaning closer to the door, putting her ear against it. "So? What are you going to do about it sweetheart?" Y/n reels back, almost stumbling over herself. She claps her hands over her mouth. No. There's now way. This can't be happening. That voice... It's his, it is definitely his, but that would mean... Her initial shock is immediately replaced by bright red rage. This absolute scum! She left behind everything for him, dedicated her whole life to becoming the perfect queen, and he DARES?! She doesn't hesitate for even a moment longer. Without a second thought she steps forward and throws open the doors. The scene she finds is even more infuriating than she could have imagined. There he is, her lovely little bastard of a fiancé, lounging on a couch, arms draped over the back and his legs spread just far enough to fit the young lady at his feet. The girl is kneeling on the floor, her head between his legs and her long red nails digging into his thighs. The upper half of her dress is undone, probably to give him the perfect view of her bosom. The moment Y/n storms in, her eyes meet those of her fiancé and he freezes. The only accurate way to describe the look in his eyes in that moment, is pure horror. Terror maybe even. He immediately jumps up, knocking the girl over on the way. "Y/n! My love! No! Please! It is not as it seems!" As he struggles to re-do his pants and stumble over to her Y/n scowls at him. "Ah, truly now? Then please. Do enlighten me. If it is not as it seems, then pray tell what exactly her mouth WAS doing on you." Her fiancé pales, his mouth opening and closing like some stupid, dying fish. "That's what I thought." She turns around with a scoff. "I will not intrude on you two lovebirds any longer, so please-" she looks back and sneers at him, "do finish what you started." "No! My love! Please wait!" The prince attempts to stumble after her, but he is halted by the girl, who has grabbed him by his coat. "Your highness! You don't need her! You have me now!" The look he gives her is one of pure disgust, as he roughly pushed her off. "Don't touch me, you dirty wench." She falls to the floor with a thud, and her eyes well with tears as she clutches the scraps of her dress to her body. "Your highness?" Her voice is trembling but he completely ignores her. "My love! Please! She means nothing to me! I love only you!"

Y/n has already reached the door by now and she doesn't even look back as she answers him. "Goodbye. Your highness." He crumples to the floor behind her and sobs. "No Y/n! Please forgive me! I will never stray again! Let us both just be loyal from now on! We can both start over!" Y/n freezes, and slowly turns around. "What exactly do you mean by 'both', your highness?" The crown prince flinches at the poison in her voice, but forces out his words nonetheless. "I will do away with this girl, and you send back that guard! Then we will both forget that anything ever happened! We can start over! We will only love each other from now o-!" He halts mid-speech as he sees the rage in her eyes. "My love..?" She scowls at him. "Of course a straying bastard like you would assume that I too would commit such a sin. You should know that my guard has never laid a finger on me. Ever." He blanches. "What...? But I was certain.." She chuckles dryly, it's a cold sound. "Of course you were. I had thought you would know that I am not the kind of person that would do such a thing. I could never hurt the one I loved like that." She looks down at his pathetic, crouching form. "Nor could I ever be with the kind of person that could." Her fiancé just sits there, staring up at her, the devastation clear on his face. "My love.. Please.." She turns back around and walks away. "Goodbye."

Y/n can hear his cries echoing through the corridor as she hastily makes her way to the main hall. She doesn't know what she is going to do now... Where is she supposed to go? What is going to happen to her? How will she explain all this to her family? The thoughts are racing through her head, but at the center of it all there's one thing she knows for certain. She needs to find Satoru, she needs... She needs Satoru, she has to find him. 

Y/n is only barely holding back her tears and she is once again thankful for her fan, behind which she can hide the rest of her face. As she arrives at the ballroom, she quickly scans the crowd, but she can't see him. She bites her lip. "Where are you...", she mumbles to herself as she walks along the side of the room. Suddenly there is a hand on her shoulder. It's strong, warm... She turns around with a relieved, trembling sigh. "Satoru." The concern is clearly painted on his face when she looks up at him. "Your highness?" She smiles wobbly. "Aw, are you worried about me? How unusual." He frowns at her. "Please tell me what happened." She averts her eyes and shakes her head. "Not here..." He just nods and grabs her hand, which surprises her. He has never done that in public. Y/n lets herself be pulled along by him as he leads her towards one of the more secluded balcony doors. 

Y/n takes a few deep breaths as soon as they have stepped onto the balcony. The cold night air helps calm down her raging thoughts and she lets out a long sigh. A cold shiver runs up her spine as soon as the adrenaline leaves her body and without a word Satoru takes of his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. She smiles up at him in quiet thanks. They are both quiet for a moment as they lean against the balustrade, looking out over the dark gardens. 

Satoru patiently waits for her to organize her thoughts and just looks at the emotions flashing over her face. Finally she heaves another deep sigh and closes her eyes. "I walked in on him with a woman. I have decided to break off the engagement." Its silent for a moment and as she opens her eyes to look at him, Satoru looks furious. "What..." His voice is ice cold. She is suddenly nervous and quickly tries to justify herself. "I know it might be childish or immature, but I just don't think I could live like that.. Of course I have always known that I would never be able to choose my own husband, but I did always hope that I could at least be happy with him and... I can't be happy like this... " As she finishes her rambling she carefully looks up at him through her lashes. "Do you think I should stay..?" He  just blinks at her in shock before grabbing her by her shoulders. "What? What are you even saying?! Of course I don't think you should stay!" He lightly shakes her while leaning down to look her in the eyes. "And I wasn't angry at you. I was angry at him." He looks away and scowls, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "That piece of shit. How fucking dare he." Y/n gasps. "Satoru! Language!" His eyes flick back to hers and he looks baffled. "Only you would think to correct my manners at a time like this... Honestly.." Y/n is silent for a moment, then giggles despite herself. "Right. Sorry." He shakes his head with a soft chuckle. "Well I'm glad you don't seem too heartbroken at least..."

Y/n's smile fades. "I suppose... It's strange, but I am not as sad as I probably should be... Maybe it still has to sink in." Satoru lets go of her arms to look out over the garden again. "Who knows. Maybe you didn't truly love him after all." He glances at her as she leans out next to him. "Maybe... Although I did always tell myself that I loved him. He was my future husband after all." Satoru scoffs. "The head can't convince the heart, no matter how hard you try, believe me..." Y/n humms. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I was only trying to fool myself into believing it all this time. The alternative would have been to knowingly marry a man I don't love. I suppose that that was something I couldn't accept after all..." Satoru nods silently. 

After a long silence Y/n suddenly sobs and puts her head in her hands. "Gods... What do I do now... '' Satoru doesn't say anything, he just puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her against his side. She leans into him as sobs keep shaking her body. "I have been preparing for this my whole life... I have nothing else." Satoru rubs her arm with his hand. "That's not true. It may not be in the way you imagined, but all the skills you learned for this, will be useful, no matter where you end up." She shakes her head. "What will my parents think? And my sister? I will completely ruin their plans for an alliance, just because I can't get over myself." Satoru turns her around to face him, lifting her chin with his finger. "If there is one thing that I'm certain of, it's that every single person in your family would gladly rip that man to shreds for you, the moment they hear about this. They won't care that there won't be an alliance. Our kingdom is strong, it doesn't need that pathetic brat as an ally. In fact, they only ever agreed because you insisted you were fine with it." Y/n blinks up at him through her tears, the sobs slowly subsiding. "You're not just saying this to make me feel better?" He chuckles as he wipes away her tears with his fingers. "Well that is the end goal of course,  you look horrible when you cry." She glares at him, still sniffling. "Jerk." He grins at her as he takes her face in his hands. "I said it to make you feel better, yes, but it was also completely truthful. No one will blame you for going home." Her lip trembles as she stares at him, trying to see if he is really not lying to her. "I can go home?" Her voice almost breaks as she says it and Satoru feels a pang in his heart. How dare that useless piece of scum. He might just kill the bastard before they leave... He doesn't show his thoughts on his face and smiles softly at her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes. We'll go home as soon as possible." She nods tiredly and leans against his chest, letting him wrap her in his arms. She is too distracted to notice the fast beating of his heart beneath her hands. Satoru looks down at the crown of her head, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He has never held her like this. She has never been this close before.. 

Of course he had tried to ignore his feelings. She was absolutely off limits after all. Even now he still feels like what he is doing is wrong, not because of her fiancé, but because he feels like he is lying to her. Is he fooling her into thinking he is just an innocent friend? Has he fooled her into embracing him? He feels a guilty pang in his chest, but he can't make himself push her away. After all, even if his own feelings for her are more than just friendship, that doesn't mean that he isn't still her friend. He still wants to be there for her, and she still needs him to be her friend. He sighs deeply and pulls her closer against him, letting his cheek rest on her hair. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine... We'll be fine."

Y/n blushes as she feels his arms flex around her. He has never embraced her before. It feels so safe. She can't help but nestle closer into the feeling, until all she can hear is his heartbeat (or is it hers?). He smells warm and familiar and she wishes they could stay like this forever. Her blush deepens. What is she thinking? She can't have those thoughts about him! He is her guard! And more importantly, her friend. She dragged him all the way here with her, away from his friends, his home, his family, and now she's using him for her own comfort. What a lovely friend she is... She sighs and feels him shiver against her. "Are you cold?" Satoru shakes his head against her hair, still not letting go. "No, don't worry, just a shiver." 

Above Y/n Satoru has his eyes pressed shut. The way her breath had brushed over his skin... He almost shivers again. He knows he should let her go, but she had nestled into him herself... Would she want him to let go? Did she maybe want him to keep holding her? He laughs at himself in his head. Right. Of course she doesn't. That's just his own misplaced hope, get a grip already. He sighs and finally relaxes his hold on her. She hesitates for a moment before taking a step back and smiling up at him. "Thank you. I feel better." He smirks at her. "Who wouldn't after being held by me." 

For a moment he thinks she's blushing, but he must have imagined it in the dark because she scoffs and folds her arms over her chest. "Maybe you should go give my dear fiancé a hug too then. He seemed pretty miserable when I left him earlier." Satoru's grin widens. "Miserable you say?" She chuckles. "Absolutely sobbing, crying on the floor, begging me not to leave him." Satoru laughs and pats her on the shoulder. "Wouldn't have expected anything less. No-one knows better how to crush a man's heart and soul than our own little princess." She glares at him. "Excuse you. I'm perfectly lovely and kind." He snorts. "In public maybe. To me? Never." The only response he gets is an eye roll. "Did he say anything else?" 

Y/n doesn't answer immediately and when he looks over at her, he has to do a double take. She's blushing.. Right? She is. There's no denying it this time. He blinks stupidly for a few second. What could that man probably have said to make her blush like this.. He better not have touched her, or he would go beat the living hell out of him, right now. She clears her throat. "He suggested that we 'start over'. He would throw out his mistress, and I would throw out..." Satoru frowns at her. "Who could he possibly have wanted you to throw out, you don't even have a- Oh." He understands the moment she looks up at him, her cheeks bright red from embarrassment. "It's me. He thought I was sleeping with you." Y/n's eyes go wide and her face flushes even more. She turns away from him, her hands pressed against her cheeks. Satoru is silently glad that she does, because he can feel a slight blush in his own face. He knows that it's wrong, but the thought that that prick believed Y/n was with him makes him feel strangely satisfied.

Y/n is still standing with her back to him, now furiously fanning her face, trying to get rid of the blush. Satoru grinns. "I'm so sorry that I caused him to think that." Y/n glances back over her shoulder. "You don't SOUND sorry, and you don't look it either." She turns toward him. "But it's not your fault that he believed his own lies."

Suddenly the music from inside becomes louder and they both turn their head towards the windows. "The final dance must have started..", Y/n mumbles and Satoru humms in agreement. "That's the only thing I'm going to miss when we leave here, the dancing. I never thought I could enjoy it so much." Satoru chuckles. "I am aware that you didn't attend many balls back home your highness, but we dance there too you know." She glances at him and smiles awkwardly. "I know that but... He is a very good dancer. I loved dancing with him." Satoru stills as Y/n looks down at the floor, almost embarrassed by her own words. "Is he now." Y/n can barely hear Satoru's grumbling over the loud orchestra. "What..?" But before she can ask, Satoru is standing right in front of her, bowing at the waist and extending his hand towards her. "May I have this dance, your highness?" The blush she had tried so hard to get rid off is right back. "What are you..." He grinns up at her. "Proving that you don't need that prick to enjoy dancing." She blushes even harder but chuckles. "In that case, I'd be honored, but I don't think can take another step in these horrendous shoes." She lifts the hem of her dress and glares at the perpetrators in question. "They're far too ugly to be this uncomfortable too." Satoru laughs and kneels down. "Here. I'll take them off for you." She frowns. "That's not really proper..." Satoru lift an eyebrow at her. "We won't be here much longer anyway, why would we care." Her frown disappears instantly and she smiles brightly at him. "You're right! Alright, then please help me get these things off." Satoru's eyes widen slightly when she smiles at him like that and he quickly leans down to reach for the heels. He swallows slightly as he lifts one of her feet. It turns out that taking something off for her feels very different from putting something on... When he pulls the second shoe off of her foot she sighs happily. "Thank the Gods. My feet were about to commit suicide." 

Satoru stands up, after throwing the shoes to the side. "Well then, your highness. May I finally have my dance now?" She sighs, "I was surprised you managed to ask it so politely the first time, I suppose I shouldn't expect you to do it a second time." He playfully scowls at her. "I was on my knees for you just seconds ago your highness, have some mercy." It is meant as a joke but the moment it comes out both of their eyes go wide and Y/n's cheeks flush once again. "Why would you say it like that you boorish idiot!" Satoru laughs at her indignant expression. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Now,-" he holds out his hand for her to take "shall we?" Y/n takes a deep breath and nods. 

The moment she steps into his arms she realizes, they have never danced together before. They have known each other for more than a year now, but not once did they share a dance, why? She looks up at Satoru as she puts her hand on his shoulder. "Why have I never seen you dance before? I know for a fact that you had many willing admirers, both here and back home It can't have been hard to find a partner." Satoru stills for a moment before putting his hand on her waist. "I just don't often meet ladies I would like to dance with." She hums in thought as he slowly guides her into a waltz. "Why have you never asked me to dance before? Do you not really want to dance with me now either?" His face contorts just barely noticeably. "I don't dance with taken women." Her mouth forms into a silent o. Then she looks down and smiles. So it wasn't that he didn't want to dance with her. 

"Y/n." Satoru's voice pulls her out of her thoughts and she looks up at him. His gaze is still on her. She feels a blush creep up her neck. The way he's looking at her feels very intimate somehow at this proximity... Suddenly she is also very aware of the press of his hand on her lower back. Not to mention the feeling of his muscles where she is holding onto him. She casts her gaze downwards again. Satoru suddenly switches to a slower dance and puts her other hand on his left shoulder, before putting his right hand on her waist. She quickly looks up at him. "Why.." He stares at her. "Why are you avoiding my eyes?" She blushes and presses her lips closed. She can't exactly tell him that being held by him like this is making her very confused. 

Satoru notices her distraction and smirks. Moving her into a twirl he makes her let out a small gasp, before catching her again and leading the both of them into a few quick, dizzying circles. Y/n squeals as he pulls her along with him. He is fast, but his movements are graceful and every step is precise and deliberate. She hates to admit it but he is good. Very good. She quickly gets used to his way of leading and within moments she sways along with him effortlessly. He knows exactly how to lead in such a way that she never knows what's coming next, but she can still follow him with ease. Her breath escapes her in an exhilarated laugh when he twirls and dips her so low she almost thinks he'll drop her. Thrilled at the speed with which they spin over the smooth, cold stones she smiles up at him brightly. His eyes are already trained on her face and she quickly looks away as soon as her eyes meet. Did she get too excited? She must have looked foolish. Satoru guides them into another turn and her skirt twirls around her ankles, making the decorations sparkle in the light of the lanterns. She looks at it intrigued. So it can actually be beautiful, in the right setting.

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Satoru frowns when she doesn't respond. "Do you dislike dancing with me your highness?" Y/n's head snaps up and she quickly shakes her head. "No, that's not- You're a great dancer. Even with him I have never had this much fun while dancing." Satoru's frown disappears and is replaced with a cocky smirk. "Oh really?" He leans in close, "So you like dancing with me better than with him?" His face is now only mere centimeters away from hers and her breath hitches in her throat. She looks away again and scrapes her throat. "You're already arrogant enough as is. I'm not planning to feed your ego any further." He frowns as she evades his eyes again. Lifting his fingers to tilt up her chin, he finally makes her face him. "Why do you keep looking away?" That's when he notices how flushed her face is. Her lips are slightly parted, and her eyes... Her pupils are blown wide, and she can't seem to meet his eyes. Instead her eyes are focused on... his mouth? For a moment he doesn't believe it, but then his face pulls into a smirk. "Ah. Your highness. If that's what you want I'm not complaining, you only have to say the word." Her eyes snap up to him. "What are you-?! I didn't.. I wasn't!" His smirk only widens at her rambling. He softly grabs her chin and leans in even closer, sending a shiver down Y/n's spine. He angles his head until their lips are only a breath apart. "Are you sure that this wasn't what you were thinking about? Your highness?" He can hear her breath hitch and he has to hold himself back from not just kissing her right then. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, but instead her sweet scent washes over him, only making things worse. 

Y/n presses her eyes shut as she feels his warm breath fan over her lips. He is so close... Is he really going to kiss her? Does she want him to? Does he even really want to? She keeps completely still, not knowing what to do. After a moment she feels him pull back and she hesitantly opens her eyes, scared to meet his gaze. His face is still so close... She tries not to stare at his lips, but her eyes keep being drawn to them. A thought suddenly comes over her. Is she drunk? She must be! Or at the very least tipsy. Otherwise she would never show such a lack of constraint, right? She shyly looks up at Satoru. Could he perhaps be drunk himself? Is that why he is behaving like this? One look at his face proves her wrong however. He is far too focused to be drunk. And his eyes... Is he? Looking at her lips? She feels her blush deepen. How did this happen?? 

Satoru stares at her face. He can't believe this is happening, but he is almost completely certain now. She wants to kiss him too, right? He softly titls her chin up again. "Your highness? Do you want me to kiss you?" He is struggling to keep his breathing calm at the sight of her soft lips, right in front of him. Those big, beautiful eyes of hers are blinking up at him and he prays that he didn't misunderstand the situation. Y/n hesitates for a moment and her eyes are looking everywhere but at him. "I.. I don't know.. I don't trust anything I'm feeling right now. And.. I don't want you to kiss me if you're just doing it because you feel bad for me.." Satoru chokes out a laugh and her eyes snap to him. "Your highness. Believe me, I have felt bad for many people, and never have I offered to kiss any of them. And, while I won't kiss you just to make you feel better," he grins wickedly, "I definitely AM planning to make you feel better." Y/n flushes and a shiver runs through her body. 

Satoru smirks and brushes his thumb over her cheek. "I never knew you could blush this easily. I like it." She flicks his fingers away and presses her hands to her face. "I didn't know either. And I don't like it." He chuckles. "If this is how you react when I haven't even kissed you yet, I wonder what other reactions I can get out of you." Y/n's eyes go wide and she smacks him on the chest. "What are you thinking you pervert!" He grabs her wrist and smirks, pulling her close. "You'll find out soon enough." She gasps as he pulls her fully against him. He takes her hands and puts them on his shoulders, before grabbing her waist. She looks up at him shyly and he smiles. "I quite liked this position before." She blushes. "Me too." Satoru shuts his eyes with a painful sigh. "You know. I'm trying very hard to be all patient, and gentlemanly and stuff but goddamn you're making it difficult." Y/n laughs. "If that is all it takes then you must not have a whole lot of self control." Satoru opens his eyes and stares at her. "Oh believe me. I have shown plenty of self control thus far. But now it's basically gone, so I'd not push me if I were you." 

Y/n instinctively feels that he is serious and that this is not the ideal time to tease him, so she just nods as he pulls her closer. Satoru smirks and softly grabs her chin. "Good girl." Her breath hitches as she looks up at him. He's so close... His gaze shifts from her eyes to her lips and he lets out a slow, deep breath, before looking her in the eyes again. "Can I kiss you?" His voice is deep and slightly hoarse. She can see the impatience in his eyes, and yet he is still being so gentle with her. She swallows away her nerves and nods hesitantly.

Satoru almost looks like he's in a daze when he slowly leans towards her, tilting her face up to meet him. But just before their lips touch he hesitates. "Are you sure? Y/n?" She stills under him. It's strange to hear her name from his lips, but.. She doesn't hate it. She nods, making her lips lightly graze his."Yes." Satoru feels a muscle in his jaw tick as her lips brush against his. He almost groans with the effort to take this slow, but he collects himself. He carefully tilts her head slightly to the side, putting his face next to hers.

Y/n can feel Satoru's breath on her ear as he whispers. “Don't take it back later.” Then, his lips on her skin, a soft kiss right under her ear that makes her shiver. She feels him smile, before he pulls away and tilts her face towards him, staring at her mouth. "That idiot." Then he's kissing her. The first thing she notices is how soft his lips are. She had expected them to be more rough, but the feeling of them against her own is smooth and sweet. Satoru is going slow for her at first, exploring her lips, and giving her time to get used to it. Y/n can feel her breath quicken as his lips carefully move with her own. Slowly, as he feels her adjust, the kiss becomes a bit more rough. His hand goes from her chin to the back of her neck and he weaves his fingers through her hair, pulling her mouth closer against his. He gently bites and sucks at her bottom lip, making her gasp slightly. He uses that chance to press open her mouth a bit further and push deeper. Y/n's breath hitches as Satoru's other hand moves to the small of her back, and he pulls her flush against his chest. Her head is completely empty. All she can think about is him. Hisbody pressing into her, his mouth, his hands, he is all around her. Every breath she takes is him, everything she touches is him, everything she feels is him. Her heart is pounding in her ears and her chest heaves with her breathing. 

As he licks into her mouth she notices how  sweet he tastes, still from the drinks they both had earlier. The taste of the wine on her tongue, combined with the adrenaline coursing through her body is making her dizzy. 

Y/n tightens her grip on Satoru's shoulders to steady herself, unwittingly pulling herself up and even closer to him, making him groan into the kiss. The deep sound sends a shiver through her whole body and she feels a strange tingle in her lower stomach. She unconsciously nestles her lower body closer into his and the hand in her hair tightens. She feels something start to press against her, but she is too far gone to even really take notice. With the hand in her hair Satoru pulls Y/n's head backwards, giving him better access to her mouth. His movements are much rougher now, Y/n almost feels like she is being devoured, but even as all these new feelings are making her nervous, she can't stop. 

Satoru slowly walks her backwards, without even breaking the kiss, until her lower back hits the balustrade. Without missing a beat he puts his hands around her waist and lifts her onto the edge. They're on the 3rd floor, so she's up at least 15 meters. He finally breaks the kiss, his hands still wrapped around her waist, and for a moment they're both breathless. Their panting is loud in the silent night air, and the warmth of their breath forms little white clouds between them. 

Satoru rests his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how glad I am that that idiot screwed up."  Y/n laughs quietly, still out of breath. "Yes. In a way it is fortunate I suppose." Satoru leans back to look at her. "Are you truly alright with this your highness?" Y/n just blinks at him. "It is a tad too late for that now is it not, after how far we have already gone." He smirks at her. "Oh but I'm planning to go so much further." She jolts and her eyes go wide. A blush creeps up her neck and she smacks him on the chest, where he catches her hand, keeping it pressed against him. Satoru grins wickedly and leans in. "So violent, your highness." Y/n unwittingly leans back a bit, to which his other hand moves from her waist to her lower back. "Tsk tsk, your highness, you should be more careful. Your father would have me hanged if you were to fall off a balcony on my watch." She glares at him, very aware of the warmth of his hand on her back. "My father would have you hanged for many of the things happening on your watch right now." Satoru chuckles. "Indeed he would." He leans even closer, not letting her lean away. "He would probably cut me down on the spot if he knew what I was thinking about right now." 

Y/n stares at him with wide eyes, unsure if she should be worried or aroused. Not that her body is giving her much of a choice in the matter, as an excited shiver runs up her back. "What are you thinking about?" Her throat is dry from the tension and her voice comes out a bit hoarse. Satoru tilts his head at her with a surprised, but pleased smirk. "Don't worry your highness, you'll find out soon enough."

Then, still holding her hand pressed against his chest, he closes the little distance left between them and roughly presses his lips on hers. For a moment she worries that the press of him against her will send her backwards over the edge, but his strong hand on her back keeps her steady. His tongue licks against her lips and she sighs as she lets him in. Unconsciously she grips onto his shirt with her hand, making him chuckle softly. He moves his hand off of hers and gently cradles her face, kissing her softly and sweetly. She melts into the kiss and brings up her other hand to place it against the side of his neck. It almost feels like he shivers at her touch, but she has no time to consider it as Satoru grabs the base of her hair and crashes his mouth into hers. All thoughts disappear and the only thing she can think of is his lips on hers and his hands on her body. The lack of oxygen leaves her dazed, but she doesn't want to pull away, the feeling of him against her is intoxicating and the excitement makes her head spin. 

Y/n feels how Satoru wedges his thigh between her knees, forcing open her legs and giving him the space to step even closer against her. She gasps at the sudden feeling of intimacy. Satoru is standing between her legs.. The indecent thoughts that force their way into her head leave her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Satoru grins into the kiss. "What are you thinking about your highness?" He doesn't pull away, so with every word she can feel his lips brush against her own panting mouth. She presses her lips together. "Nothing." The blush doesn't seem to want to go away and she curses her traitorous body. "No need to be embarrassed your highness, I'm probably having far more shameful thoughts than you right now." 

Y/n's eyes snap up to meet his own and for a change he doesn't seem to be teasing her. Satoru is looking down at her with his pupils blown wide, his mouth open from the panting and his lips swollen, just like hers. Her throat goes dry and she swallows. She has never seen anything as erotic as him at that moment. And, he is standing right between her legs. She can feel her heartbeat in her throat and anxiously bites her lip, unable to look away from him. His eyes are pulled to her mouth and she stills. His hand moves to her face and he gently lets his thumb run over her bottom lip, still swollen from his rough kisses. He mumbles something under his breath, but she can't hear him over the sound of her own thunderous heart. 

He leans in slowly, and ever so sweetly presses a long, soft kiss to her lips. He keeps pressing his lips to hers again and again, never deepening the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of her soft mouth against his own. Y/n's eyes have long since fluttered closed as she lets herself melt into him. She slides her hands up his chest. First to his shoulders and then to the back of his head, running them through his silky soft hair. She weaves her fingers through it and tugs gently, pulling him closer. He groans against her lips and his hands move down to her hips, making her breathing stutter for a moment. His strong fingers dig into her skin as he suddenly pulls her even closer, so very close.. Until his hips are pressed flush against hers. She gasps and he uses the opportunity to delve into her mouth, stealing her breath once again. 

All the sensations are overwhelming her, but the only thing Y/n knows is that it's still not enough, she wants even more, she needs him even closer. She puts one arm around his neck to pull his chest down against hers, her other hand still woven through his hair. He must like it when she pulls on it, because he again groans into her mouth, digging his fingers into her hips. Y/n can feel a warm feeling start to pool in her stomach and she unwittingly pushes herself against him, until she suddenly feels something press between her legs. Satoru's breathing falters for a moment as he gasps. She thinks he might break the kiss, but instead he immediately dives back into her, even rougher than before. And now he is pulling her against him. All the way against him.. She can feel him press into her and to her own shock a soft moan escapes from her lips. Satoru's hands tense on her hips and she's sure that she will have his fingers painted on her skin tomorrow, but she can't bring herself to care. The feeling of him pressing into her center is sending a shiver of excitement through her whole body, leaving goosebumps all over her arms and back. 

Satoru is struggling to hold back. Her body in his hands, her chest pressed up against him, her mouth on his and especially, the feeling of her hips pressing into him, is driving him absolutely mad. The blood rushes in his ears and his vision is becoming hazy as he feels his excitement building. Y/n isn't much better off. When he leans back slightly she looks dazed, with hooded eyes and her lips slightly parted. The feeling he gets when he looks down at her can really only be described as hunger. He is so unbelievably hungry for her that it feels as if he is truly starving. He needs to have her, but he knows he has to take it slow. Even the fact that he gets to have her at all still feels unreal, so he at least needs to do this right. Y/n slightly shifts her hips and immediately he feels her rub into him again. A groan rumbles deep in his throat. This is going to be the end of him. He tightens his grip on her hips and pulls her flush against him, earning a loud moan from her mouth. He shudders and can almost imagine the heat of her center through her dress. Gods what he wouldn't give to rip that stupid fucking dress. 

He leans in to gently kiss her lips, to which she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Damn, he seriously can't believe his own luck. He pushes into her mouth and at the same time he presses his hips into her. She moans against him and rolls her hips, instinctively looking for friction. Another groan escapes him and he ruts into her, his constraint wearing very thin. She's now just non-stop whimpering as he continuously rolls his hips between her own. He feels her legs wrap around him and his head almost goes blank. He has to grit his teeth to not  give into his instincts to just fuck her right here and now. 

Y/n gasps as suddenly she is lifted into the air, away from the balustrade. Satoru steps back from the edge and walks them over to one of the stone benches on the balcony. Not once does he break the kiss, even when he carefully sits down, letting Y/n down on his lap, he. Her dress is pushed up in the process so that it now pools over her thighs, but no longer folds between her legs. This means that the only things left separating them are his suit pants and her undergarments. Y/n is too far gone to even be abashed about it, but she is acutely aware of the warmth of his warmth radiating against her skin. Satoru's hands are still resting on her hips when he presses her down against him, pulling a surprised moan from her and making her break the kiss. Satoru starts to roll his hips up against her, resulting in his hardness pressing almost directly into her. A string of whimpering moans spills from Y/n's throat, as her hands look for support on his shoulders. 

Satoru's eyes are glued to Y/n's face as he keeps rolling his hips up into her, greedily taking in all of her sounds and expressions. She is so soft against him and the feeling of her heat rubbing against him is enough to nearly send him over the edge. She moves her hips along with his guiding hands and the sight of her on his lap like this makes him groan. Satoru brings up one hand to thread his fingers through Y/n's hair and pull her lips to his. His kiss swallows her breath along with all of her whimpers and Y/n wraps her arms back around his neck, tugging him closer.

Suddenly, Satoru hears a soft click as the balcony doors open. He opens his eyes and glances over Y/n's  shoulder. For a moment what he sees surprises him, but then he grins against her lips. The crown prince's mouth has fallen open with shock at the sight of his fiancée in Satorus's arms. Still in shock the man takes a step towards the pair, as if planning to break them up. Satoru chuckles at his forlorn expression and pulls his lips away from the dazed princess, who has absolutely no idea of what's happening behind her. She is completely engrossed in the way Satoru is sucking and kissing at her mouth, with his hips rolling against her center. A wicked idea starts forming in Satoru's mind and he is barely able to keep the evil grin off of his face. He's going to make that cheating, worthless bastard wish he were dead. 

Satoru leans back on the bench, pulling Y/n along with him. He throws a look over her shoulder and meets the crown prince's eyes, who seems to have at least slightly recovered from the shock and is now glaring at him absolutely furious. Satoru tilts his head and grins mockingly. Then, while keeping eye contact with her fiance, he grinds his hips upwards against Y/n. Hard. Pulling a loud moan from her lips. A satisfied smirk pulls on his mouth, both because of Y/n's reaction and the prince's absolutely devastated expression. He feels like he can basically see the guy's heart shatter into a million pieces. It's beautiful. 

But Satoru isn't done yet. This is the jerk that Y/n had given her whole life to, and he is also the one who threw all that right back in her face, just because he wasn't able to keep it in his pants. He scowls at the piece of trash in question, before mouthing four words at him. "She is mine now." Then he grins cruelly, before wrapping his hand in Y/n's hair and gently tilting her head to the side, exposing her throat. The prince's eyes go wide as he understands Satorus's intention, but Satoru just smirks at him before leaning down and harshly sucking on the soft skin in the crook of Y/n's neck. Y/n gasps but it soon turns into a whimper when he starts to gently kiss and suck around the sensitive spot, which quickly turns darker. The prince just stands there, trembling with rage, not knowing what to do, but unable to look away. Satoru smiles smugly at the sight of his fists, balled at his sides, before leaning down one more time. He places one last, lingering kiss on Y/n's exposed throat, while staring right into her fiancé's eyes. Then he breaks eye contact and moves his gaze back to Y/n. 

The crown prince is frozen in place, his mind unwilling to accept that what he's seeing is truly reality. On the one hand he wants to run away, but at the same time he can't seem to leave, knowing that she'll be alone with.. Him. 

Meanwhile Satoru pulls his pocket square from his shirt and refolds the piece of fabric. When he brings up the newly folded blindfold and puts it over Y/n's eyes she lets out a small surprised gasp. "Satoru, what..." He shushes her and puts a hand against her cheek. "Do you trust me your highness?" Y/n hesitates only for a moment, before nodding slowly. Satoru smirks and places a quick kiss on her forehead. "Good girl." Y/n blushes despite herself and squeaks when he suddenly picks her up again, before carefully putting her down on the bench.

Satoru gently guides her to lean against the backrest, before kneeling at her feet. "Is this the position you found the crown prince in earlier?" He says it loud enough for the man in question to hear him, and he smiles at his shocked inhale. Y/n's frown is hidden behind the blindfold. "What? What do you mean is this the posi- Oh. Oh Gods Satoru what are you doing?!" Her hands are reaching for him blindly and he grabs them with his own, before pressing a kiss to them both. "Just making sure that you're even." He kisses her hands one more time before setting them down at her sides. Y/n's voice sounds timid when she speak up. "Satoru.. Are you sure? If you're doing this because you feel bad for me..." Satoru scoffs at her words. "Your highness. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this." He makes sure to position himself in such a way that nothing can be seen from behind him, and slowly lets his hands slide up her legs. She shudders at the feeling of his warm hands on her skin, jumping a little when he reaches the edges of her underwear. Satoru looks up at her questioningly, even though he knows she can't see him. He runs his thumb over the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. "You don't have to worry about whether I want this. The only question is whether you will let me." Y/n shivers under his fingers and bites her lip in hesitation. "Satoru.. I don't know.. I have never.." Satoru smiles at her stammering, before raising one of her legs with his hand and pushing her dress up, just enough to bare her knee. He gently presses a kiss to the inside, making her breath stutter. "Please? Y/n? I'll make you feel so good." The hesitation is clearly visible on her face, but still she nods nervously, answering with a meek whisper. "Alright." 

The crown prince can't believe what he's seeing. Was she really going to let him..? Was she really letting another man.. Let THAT bastard, touch her? He can feel his teeth grind against each other with how hard he is clenching his jaws. Does this mean that he had been right all along? Had she really been sleeping with that man after all?! He scowls at himself. No. He knows she wouldn't do that. It was just as she had said, she COULDN'T do that, unlike him... Deep inside he had known that all along. But it wasn't his fault that he strayed! It was their close bond had driven him to do it! Who was that guy to have his fiancee, HIS future wife, look at him with such fondness?! What made him so special?? He glares at the knight's back, at the back of the man kneeling in front of HIS fiancee, HIS woman, the love of his life.. The prince's fists are balled at his sides. He wants to hit the guy, absolutely beat him to a pulp and pull her away from him. But he can't do that. He presses his eyes shut in frustration. If he were to try, not only would he probably be the one to end up on the floor, even if he didn't... His gaze lands on Y/n's face. How would she look at him? With disgust? Hatred? Or worse, would she ignore him entirely and only look at her knight..? His face contorts. He wouldn't be able to handle that... As he keeps gazing at her face wistfully, Y/n nods her head. He frowns. What did he ask her? Then, as if to answer his question, the kneeling man looks back at him and.. Grins. The knight takes Y/n's leg and carefully hooks it over his shoulder. The crown prince pales. No... Please.. No.. He feels his stomach turn when he sees Satoru bend his head and, ever so gently, press a kiss to Y/n's skin. Y/n's beautiful, soft, perfect skin. The skin of his beloved. He can't look at this! He can't handle this! He whips his head around, averting his eyes from the image that he knows will haunt his dreams. The irony isn't lost on him. He is being forced to witness the exact same thing his love had had to witness. Y/n, with another man kneeling between her legs. Will she moan his name? The thought makes his stomach lurch again and the sudden pain in his chest has him bending over. He has to get out of here! He almost stumbles over his own feet in his haste to turn around. For a moment he freezes, scared that Y/n might have heard him, but the only thing he can hear behind him is a low chuckle. He grits his teeth in humiliation and basically runs for the door, slamming it closed behind him.

Y/n startles. "What was that?!" Satoru shakes his head, his hair tickling on her leg. "Nothing important. Probably just the wind." He chuckles to himself. He'll tell her later. It's easy to picture how she will react. At first she'll probably hit him, yell at him that he's an idiot, and then, when she's calmed down, she will smile wickedly. She will laugh and say that it's karma. Perfect revenge maybe even. She's not nearly as sweet and innocent as she has everyone believe she is after all. He presses another kiss to her leg, making her shiver. And that's exactly why he likes her so much. 

Satoru slides his hands up Y/n's thighs and feels goosebumps form at his touch. He rubs circles on the soft, sensitive skin, slowly making his way up, getting closer and closer. Y/n balls her hands against the cold stone of the bench, nervously biting her bottom lip. Satoru's ministrations have finally brought him to the inner line of her underwear and Y/n holds her breath at how close his fingers are. So close to her center. Satoru puts his left hand around her knee, keeping it in place on his shoulder, while the other one keeps moving further up, sliding over the smooth fabric covering her. He takes a deep, shuddering breath as finally, finally, he can feel his fingers softly gliding over her most intimate parts. At the same time Y/n gasps above him and grabs the hand holding her leg, trying to make him let go. But Satoru doesn't even budge, he isn't planning on stopping here. He grins and playfully licks at the side of her thumb, before softly sucking at the spot. Y/n yelps and pulls back her hand, pressing it against her chest. The feeling of his warm mouth.. A shiver runs up her spine. Satoru greedily takes in the expressions flashing over her face, before turning his attention back to the warmth between her legs. He is touching her... He grits his teeth. He needs to calm down. 

After taking a deep breath, he slowly starts brushing his thumb over the soft ridges of her center. He is gentle at first, just barely grazing her. She shudders under his touch, her warmth seeping through the fabric of her undergarments. The heat against his skin makes Satoru acutely aware of how little is left now between her and his fingers. It's just a thin, flimsy piece of cloth. It would be so easy to rip it.. He grits his teeth and shakes off the thought. Slow. He's going to take this slow.

Satoru keeps brushing languid circles over the fabric, increasing the pressure little by little, until Y/n is squirming under his touch. He can feel the shape of her folds through the fabric, and with every press of his thumb, it becomes a bit more damp. She's so warm.. So soft.. This is going to drive him completely insane. He breathes out shakely as he makes a smaller circle, right on her most sensitive spot. Y/n's body shocks at the feeling, her leg on his shoulder keeping her from pulling away. Instead she tries to press her legs together, but Satoru is prepared and his arm against her thigh doesn't move even a centimeter. 

He tuts at her. "Tsk Tsk Tsk your highness. You told me I could remember? Not going back on your word now are you?" Y/n flushes. "It is too sensitive, and I do not recall making a single promise." Satoru chuckles deeply, completely ignoring half of her sentence. "Sensitive you say? Oh I'm going to have so much fun.. I wonder what kind of sounds I can have you make." Y/n's cheeks flush even brighter. "Satoru!" The indignation in her voice makes him chuckle again as he shushes her. "Don't worry your highness, because while you may not have made a promise, I did, remember? I promised to make you feel good. You won't force me to break a promise now will you." Satoru can't see her eyes, but he just knows that Y/n is glaring at him right now. He grins. "As expected of your highness. This humble servant thanks you for your mercy." Y/n scoffs but then immediately squeaks as Satoru rubs his thumb over her sweet spot. "Prick." Her voice comes out hoarse and Satoru smiles smugly. He presses down and draws a line right through the middle of her center, making her moan in surprise. The sound causes Satoru to just blink stupidly for a moment. This was going to be hell. He can feel himself throbbing. The combination of her warmth against his hand, and her voice... Dear Gods.

Satoru slowly starts repeating the movement. His thumb slides through the middle of her center and he can feel the fabric getting damper and damper as he presses it into her. With every touch he can hear soft sighs and moans falling from her lips, although it seems like she is still trying to hide them. He grins. That won't work for long. Increasing the pressure, he starts drawing lazy circles against the fabric, pushing it to rub into her sensitive skin. He starts with big circles, over her whole center. The increased press of his touch makes her gasp and Satoru smiles. A bit louder already. Good. Next, he makes the circles smaller and smaller, until he is only rubbing down between her folds. Now Y/n can't keep her moans to herself anymore. The feeling of his fingers pressing and rubbing the smooth fabric against her sensitive parts is too much.

The sound of her voice only makes Satoru more eager to discover how loud he can get her to be. He slowly starts rubbing further and further up, until his thumb is pressing and circling over her most sensitive spot. A string of loud, whimpering moans falls from her lips and both of her hands shoot out to grab at his arm. But even with two hands, she isn't getting anywhere and Satoru keeps stubbornly rubbing circles over the sensitive button. The damp smooth fabric is being pressed and rubbed against her under the pressure of his thumb and Y/n whimpers and cries at the intensity of the feeling. She can feel the tension building in her lower stomach and her whole body feels hot. She is going to come soon. Satoru is going to make her come. Heat rushes to her cheeks. She can't let him see her like that! If she lets him do that to her she can never go back. But his arm in her hands is solid and immovable. None of her shaky, half dazed efforts are having any effect. She whimpers, "Satoru, please, stop! I can't.. We can't!" Satoru's eyes turn dark as he looks at her face. Then he smiles humorlessly. "Too late." His thumb presses down against her, hard. Y/n bends over with a cry as the tension and heat explode and she comes undone against his fingers. She's seeing stars from what is probably the most intense orgasm she has ever had and her nails dig into Satoru's arm, looking for support. 

Satoru keeps drawing slow, gentle circles over her, working her through her orgasm, until the shaking has finally subsided. Y/n again weakly pushes at his arm. This time he lets himself be pushed away and he pulls back. Carefully he lifts her leg off of his shoulder and sets it back on the ground. Rubbing comforting circles on her knees, he pushes her legs together to make her feel less vulnerable. 

Y/n's hands are trembling. This can't be real. What has she done? What has she done?! Why did she let him do that? He was her best friend. And now? What now? She can feel her breathing speeding up, becoming irregular. She's starting to hyperventilate. The realization makes her panic even more, only making things worse. Her hands are really shaking now, her whole body is, is she having a panic attack? She sobs. She can't control it. Her breathing, her tears, her mind, none of it. She presses her hands against her face, against the blindfold, which isn't stopping her tears. She folds over, trying to curl into herself. Her breath comes in gasps and she is starting to feel lightheaded. Her thoughts are raging and she can't seem to stop them. ‘WHY DID I DO THIS?! HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID?! MY WHOLE LIFE JUST FELL APART AND WHAT DO I DO?! I GO AND HOOK UP WITH THE ONE PERSON! THE ONE PERSON! I CAN'T BEAR TO LOSE RIGHT NOW!?’

She is still bent over. Her face gripped in her hands, with tears streaming down her cheeks and her lungs are wheezing to get enough air. Then, suddenly, she is pulled from her thoughts by two big, warm hands, covering her own ice cold ones. At first when he tries to pull hers away she resists, but she doesn't have the strength, so she gives up and lets him take her hands in his. She is still sobbing however, her breathing labored as her whole body shakes with panic. "Hey. Y/n." Satoru's voice is soft and gentle, but it only makes her cry harder. Why did she have to go and ruin everything?! Now she's going to lose him too! She'll be all alone. Satoru lets go of her hands and slowly reaches for her blindfold. When she realizes what he's doing, Y/n's hands shoot up to keep the cloth pressed over her eyes. No. She can't! She can't look at him right now. She can't can't let him see her.. What if he's looking at her differently now? A sob racks her body. Satoru carefully undoes the knot in the fabric, making sure not to accidentally pull on her hair. Once it's loose he brings his hands to hers. "Y/n? Will you please look at me?" She jerkily shakes her head, her breathing sounding raspy from crying. He sighs. "Y/n. Please?" But she again, weakly shakes no, trying to back away from him.

Satoru frowns and sits back, before suddenly reaching forward and picking her up. Y/n yelps, as he takes her in his arms, and sits back on the bench, putting her sideways on his lap. She struggles a bit at first, trying to get back up, but Satoru isn't having it, his grip on her not giving one bit. She feels too weak to fight back much, and slowly, as he holds her pressed close against his chest, her breathing and sobbing start to calm down. Even still, she can't bring herself to look at him and doesn't let go of the blindfold. Satoru waits patiently for her to relax a bit. Looking down at her face, he can still see her chin quivering as she tries to stop crying. What could she possibly be so upset about? What is she so scared of? He reaches for her face to brush away her tears. "Y/n? Please tell me what's wrong?" She hiccups and softly shakes her head, still not wanting to look at him. Satoru frowns and is finally done waiting. With one hand he grabs both of her wrists and pulls them back, making the blindfold fall down on her lap. The sight of her eyes sends a jolt through his heart, because Y/n looks completely devastated. He presses his hand to her cheek as he frowns in concern. "Y/n, what is it? Please tell me what's wrong?" Y/n's lip wobbles and her eyes gleam with more tears as she looks up at him. He has never seen her this scared, this vulnerable before. He hates it.

When Y/n first opens her mouth, no sound comes out, and as soon as it does, it's hoarse and raw from the crying. Her voice is so soft that Satoru almost can't hear her. "Are you going to leave?" He looks down at her silently for a moment, blinking stupefied. "What?" She flushes, embarrassed, but still repeats her question. "Are you going to leave me?" Satoru slowly shakes his head in disbelief. "What? Why would I leave you?" Y/n shakes her head. "I don't mean here, not now. I mean, after what we did.. Will you still.. Can we still.." She hesitates for a moment. "Can we still be the same? Or... did I ruin everything?" 

Satoru finally understands what's going on and another pang goes through his heart. She thinks she's going to lose him and it's all his fault. Dear heavens he's such an idiot, how could he possibly not have thought about this. He looks at her with a pained expression, before bending down to lean his forehead against hers. "God's.. Y/n. I'm so, so sorry." He presses a kiss to her hair. "You didn't ruin anything, I promise. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I was the one who came onto you. It's my fault. You didn't do anything." He rubs his thumb over her cheek, leaning back to look at her. Y/n looks up at him with a forlorn expression. "You promise? So.. Nothing will change? Can we still be friends?" Satoru flinches, but nods. "Of course. If you don't want it to, nothing has to change at all. We will go back to how it was before and forget this ever even happened." 

Y/n frowns. "Forget..?" Satoru nods at her reassuringly, forcing a smile. "If that's what you want." Y/n averts her eyes and stares down at her hands. "Can you...Forget?". She looks back up at him, her expression unsure, and... Hurt? "Do you want to forget?" Satoru blinks at her, unsure what will hurt her more, the truth, or lies. Then he frowns at himself. No. Even if it would hurt her, he'd still tell her the truth, she doesn't deserve to be lied to. He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, while trying to think of what to say. When he looks at her again, Y/n looks almost scared. Satoru wonders if what he's about to tell her is exactly what she's so afraid of.. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. "No. No, I can't forget, and no, I don't want to either. But, If it's what you want, then I will. I will forget, and I will act like it never even happened. Everything will be back to how it was before, and I will just be your friend again." He smiles miserably and puts his hand to her face."So. Whatever you chose. You won't lose me. I won't leave you, no matter what." He gently rubs his thumb over her soft skin, knowing that this is probably the last time he'll get to hold her like this. 

Y/n is looking up at him, her expression conflicted. When she finally speaks up, he can't really hear her. "What if I don't want you to..." He just absentmindedly keeps stroking her cheek. "Hm?" "What if I do not want you to forget?" His eyes snap up. "What?" Y/n blushes. "I said, what if I did not wish for you to forget... Would that be bad?" Satoru just stares at her for a moment, before laughing dryly. "I mean. It's not bad, per se. But don't you think it's a bit weird to want your friend to remember making out with you?" She blushes even brighter before looking down. "Yes. I suppose it is..." Satoru raises his eyebrows in confusion. "Why don't you want me to forget? Do you want to torture me or something?" The last part is said as a joke, even though it really isn't all that funny to him. Y/n quickly shakes her head. "It's not that, I just... I don't like the thought of forgetting it.. Or you forgetting it." She looks up at him. "That's foolish is it not?"

Satoru frowns, before leaning down and pushing her chin up with his fingers. He brings his face closer to hers, while searching her eyes and mumbling, "That depends..." He slightly tilts his head, getting even closer, before looking down at her mouth and then back at her eyes. His lips almost brush hers and Y/n's breath hitches in her throat. He's so, so close. Is he going to kiss her again? She lightly parts her lips, as she looks from his mouth to his eyes. The way he's looking at her is giving her shivers. She shouldn't kiss him, she knows that, but he's so close... 

Satoru keeps his eyes trained on Y/n's face and notices how not only isn't she backing away, she's looking at him... He can feel his heart speed up as he sees how big her pupils are. She doesn't want him to forget... Is this why? He doesn't allow himself to have hope just yet however. First, he should.. Test it.. He looks down at her mouth one more time, before looking her in the eyes, and slowly leaning in, until his lips just barely brush against hers. Her eyes flutter closed. A shuddering breath escapes him, before his hand grips the back of her neck and he crashes his lips into hers. Y/n moans, sounding surprised. Satoru groans at the sound and presses her body closer to him, as he licks into her mouth. Gods he can't believe this. When he first kissed her earlier tonight, he hadn't properly thought about it at all, and he almost ruined everything. He almost lost her. But here she is again, in his arms, kissing him and moaning his name. So she wants him too, or at least, she wants his body. He winces, but.. That's enough for now. 

Y/n shifts in his lap and a low groan escapes him as she rubs against him. Fuck. He had been so calm before, completely in control. Now be is throbbing, and his mind is still reeling from the complete 360 of the situation. Gods, and he can feel her body through her dress, so soft, so warm, pressing against him everywhere. His mind goes to how she'd felt against his fingers earlier, and he curses inwardly. Would she be just as hot, just as wet now? The sound that rumbles in his throat is almost a growl, when he picks Y/n up by the waist and turns her on his lap, so that she's now facing him, her knees on either side of his legs. She makes a surprised sound, but doesn't struggle when he guides her to sit down. His hands are still on her waist and Y/n moans when he suddenly presses her down against something hard. She blushes as she understands what it is, but Satoru is keeping her down on him. When she looks up, the intensity in Satoru's face makes her shudder. He's staring at her. And not in the same way as earlier. He looks about ready to just take her. The thought makes heat pool in her stomach. Is this what she wants? Does she want him? She knows that she does now... But then what will happen later? Her thought process is interrupted when Satoru harshly rutts his hips up against her. She moans as his hardness rubs into her. Oh Gods what's happening to her? She puts her hands against his chest as he keeps slowly thrusting up. Her forehead is pressed down against his shoulder as she softly whimpers with every move he makes. 

She feels his breath on her ear, and then his voice, low and rumbling. "What were you thinking about so hard? Do I have to work harder to keep you from getting distracted?" A sharp thrust right against her center makes her cry out into her hand. Satoru chuckles darkly. "That won't do..." She feels a soft nip at her ear, and then his warm mouth, sucking at her earlobe. Despite herself, a broken moan spills from her lips. She whines as he keeps softly licking at her ear, sometimes lightly biting at it. He is going to drive her crazy. With everything he does she can feel herself become more wet and sparks are shooting through her core. 

All the while he keeps his strong grip on her waist, keeps pushing her down. The pressure of him between her legs is almost too much, but he's not letting go, steadily rutting into her. With every thrust she can feel her dress slip a little more. Bit by bit it's being pushed away, out from between her legs. So, soon, the only thing left to protect her, will be the thin fabric of her undergarments. Her center starts tingling at the thought and she blushes. What is she thinking? It's not like he will actually.. He won't.. ? Right? They couldn't... 

Before she can finish the thought however, the last piece of her dress is pushed out from under her, and his next thrust is right against her center. Her head shoots up as a surprised gasp sounds from her mouth. When she meets Satoru's eyes, his hard stare is already fixed on her. His face is almost expressionless, only his dilated pupils, and slight panting give away how he's feeling. He grins at her wolfishly. "What is wrong, your highness? You look a bit flushed." He ruts his hips up against her and Y/n whines. She doesn't even have the energy, or the state of mind to glare at him right now. "Satoru.. Ahh.." She had meant to say it in a reprimanding tone, but the press of him between her legs makes her whimper despite herself. Her eyes are half-closed at this point, so she doesn't see Satoru's eyes go wide. She does however, feel his grip tighten around her waist, and then him pulling her closer, until she's sitting flush against him. Her chest pressing into his, and his hardness sitting right against her, so that with even the tiniest movement she can feel him rubbing into her. Her eyes flutter open to meet his and the way he is staring at her makes her shudder.

"Why did you have to go and do that.." His voice is low and raspy and the look in his eyes makes her blush. Unconsciously, she slightly parts her lips as she looks at him, her gaze taking in his slightly messy hair and his partly unbuttoned shirt, showing his collarbones. Satoru groans at the sight of her. Why the hell does she have to look so seductive like this? She doesn't even know what she's doing but that face she's making is basically just begging for him to fuck her. Satoru's hands release their grip on Y/n's waist, and with one he tilts up her chin, while the other slides down to rest on her hip. Her eyes are glossed over when she meets his own. Her mind is far too occupied with the feeling of him between her legs, to focus on anything else. Satoru stares at her in fascination, slowly brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. If she looks like this now, then what would she look like if he were to- He grits his teeth, trying to suppress his treacherous thoughts, but the feeling of her pressing down on him, and the sight of her flushed face.. Gods he wants to fuck her. Rip those clothes off and sink into her. Make her scream as he pushes himself to the hilt. He just knows that the face she'll make will be beautiful. He clenches his jaw. He wants to have her, but.. Will she let him? 

Y/n's eyes are still dazed when Satoru softly presses his lips to hers, and she automatically parts hers for him. A smug grin tugs on his lips as he pulls her face closer. So good for him. He kisses her gently at first, but within moments they are both panting. Satoru unconsciously starts to rut up into her again, almost instinctively. Y/n loudly moans into the kiss, and he swallows the sound as he crashes his lips into hers even harder. Y/n's hips rock from the force of his thrusts and he moves his hands to her hips to keep her pressed flush against him. A stream of whimpers sounds against Satoru's mouth as he keeps rubbing into her. She resists a bit at first, trying to move her hips away from him, but soon she leans into his thrusts as her orgasm keeps getting closer. Satoru grits his teeth against the waves of pleasure washing over him, with every stroke against her center. He has never had this much trouble controlling himself before, but just the feeling of Y/n rocking her hips against him, is pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He groans and grips her hips, guiding her to glide her up and down his length. He's pressing her flush against him, so that her sensitive button is rubbed into him over and over. Y/n's moans sound against his lips as she completely gives herself over to him. The feeling of his hard length pressing right between her folds, and his strong hands moving her against him, are making her core throb with need. She can feel the pressure building as heat and pleasure flood her body. His mouth on hers makes it hard to breath and the lack of oxygen is making her dizzy, which only makes the feeling of her approaching orgasm even more intense. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer, pressing her chest to his as he keeps moving her hips, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His hands pull her over him faster and faster, until finally, he thrusts his own hips up, and Y/n's eyes roll back as she comes. A string of broken whimpers spilling from her lips as she falls against his chest, with waves of pleasure shuddering through her body. Satoru wraps his arms around her and holds her close until her orgasm subsides.

Y/n is pretty sure she almost blacked out just now. Her orgasms have never been this intense before.. Her head is laying on Satoru's shoulder as he presses soft kisses to her temple, while weaving his fingers through her hair. She shuts her eyes from how nice it feels. He can be so gentle.. But that thought is shattered instantly when he speaks up. "Y/n." His voice is rough and low and the sound of it sends a spark straight to her core. She opens her eyes to look at him. The intensity of his gaze makes her shudder. He slowly pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear, before taking her face in his hand. "Y/n. Take them off." She freezes in his arms. "What?" His eyes don't leave hers for even a second. "Your undergarments. Take them off." Y/n can feel her face turn bright red and her voice is squeaky when it finally comes out. "You want me, to take them off?" A smirk pulls on Satoru's lips. "Or I can do it for you." She flushes even deeper. "Why.... Do you want them off?" Satoru slightly tilts his head at her, still half smiling. "You know exactly why." He slides one of his hands under her dress and up her bare leg, until his fingers are pressed against the drenched fabric covering her center. Satoru grins as Y/n whines at his touch,but then his smile disappears and he stares at her expressionlessly. "So. If you don't want this. I suggest you get up, and return to your chambers." 

Y/n flinches and pales under his gaze, realizing that he is giving her a chance to back out. One last chance. If she doesn't walk away now, she knows how it will end. Her throat goes dry but she isn't sure if it's because of fear or arousal. Maybe it's both. She tries to think rationally, but her brain is so foggy.. She wants him so badly, but what will happen after? What will happen to them? "Y/n." Satoru's voice is a low warning. She has to decide right now. Y/n clenches her teeth and slowly, unwraps her arms from around his neck, putting her hands against his chest. She pushes herself away from him and carefully climbs off of his lap. All the while, Satoru keeps his eyes trained on her, trying to hold himself back from grabbing her and pulling her back. He almost scowls at himself. Why did he ever think she would stay? Y/n stands in front of him, meeting his gaze, although she seems to struggle with it. She takes a step back and Satoru grits his teeth. Fuck he's such an idiot for thinking she'd give herself to him. A sharp pain shoots through his chest at the thought of her leaving him behind like this. He balls his hands, which are now empty, in fists at his sides. He's about to avert his eyes, unable to keep looking at her, but then, Y/n reaches down for the hem of her dress, and Satoru freezes. There's no way.. He notices her downcast eyes, the blush on her cheeks, and her lips, which are pressed tightly together. He chuckles softly in disbelief. She's not leaving.

Slowly, Y/n move her hands under her dress, hooking her fingers behind the string which is keeping her undergarments tied around her waist. She can feel her chest flush with embarrassment as she pulls it loose and lets it fall to her feet, which are still hidden under the layers of her dress. Carefully, she steps forward, out of the piece of clothing, and towards Satoru. She's acutely aware of how close he is, and of the fact that now, there is nothing left covering her. With great effort, she manages to force her eyes up to meet his. The wolfish look on his face is enough to make her knees feel weak and she is tempted to take a step back again. But before she can move, his hands are around her waist and he's pulling her towards him, until she's standing between his knees. Her heart is beating like crazy and the heat of his hands feels like it's burning right through her dress. Is she really going to do this? Satoru's gaze has her frozen in place, and even though she wants to, she can't seem to look away from him. His breathing is shallow, just like hers, and she imagines her own pupils must be just as wide as his. His thumbs rub her sides over the fabric of her dress. "Are you certain?" It sounds like he's almost forcing out the words. 

Y/n hesitates for a moment but nods. She knows she shouldn't do this, shouldn't want this, but... She does. She does want this, she wants him. Looking down at him like this, with his soft hair, perfect face and amazing body, of which she had only ever seen glimpses so far. She swallows nervously. If those few glimpses were anything to go by... "Y/n." His voice pulls her from her thoughts and her gaze moves from his chest to his eyes. Satoru has an insufferably smug grin plastered on his face. "You'll see it soon enough, don't worry." She feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment and indignation. That arrogant little... But her annoyance disappears in a flash when his hands pull on her waist again. "Sit down." His voice is low and quiet, but it's somehow still so commanding that without a second thought, she climbs back onto his lap.

Only a moment later she is met with the realisation of what exactly that means for her. She blushes furiously as she tries to fold her dress under her, in an attempt to have something, anything, keep her from sitting on his lap completely bare. But with one hand Satoru grabs both of her wrists and pulls them away. With the other, he tugs the dress from under her, making her squeak, while trying to struggle free of his grip. He tuts. "No no, your highness. No more hiding away from me." She glares at him. "That is easy for you to say. You are still fully dressed." Satoru raises an eyebrow at her with an amused smile. "Oh. Is that the issue? Well I was planning on taking care of that soon enough, but if you would prefer for me to get naked right now instead, I won't complain." He grins at her shocked expression before bringing her hands to his chest. "Go ahead." Y/n blinks at him completely taken aback. "What?" He tilts his head at her in fake confusion. "You wanted me to get naked, did you not? So help me undress. Or do you not know how?" Y/n flushes, both from annoyance, as well as the prospect of undressing him. "Do not mock me." She nervously chews on her bottom lip, before reaching for the highest button of his shirt. Her fingers tremble slightly, making it far more difficult than it should have been. Every now and then, her nails accidentally graze his skin, and she thinks she can hear his breath hitch a bit. Then, finally, she undoes the last button and lets his shirt fall open.

Y/n's breath catches in her throat as she looks at him. Has he always looked like this? Her lips slightly part looking at the muscles in his chest and stomach. How in the world did he become so strong? Of course she knew that he was a knight, but was this normal? Her eyes shoot up to meet him. "Do all knights look like this?" Satoru's smug expression is immediately replaced by a suspicious glare. "Why do you want to know that?" Y/n blinks up at him innocently. "Just for reference." Satoru is silent for a moment, before averting his eyes with a pout. "Not all of them. But some." He sneers at the twinkle in her eyes. "Don't go getting any weird ideas now your highness." Y/n grins wickedly. "Of course not. I wouldn't dare. Say, where do the knights usually train again? " Satoru lets out an annoyed growl and catches her wrists in his. "Don't you dare Y/n." She smiles sweetly. "Why not, no harm in looking now is there?" Satoru scowls at her. "Why would you go and look at them, when you can look at me anytime you want? I'm by far the prettiest you know." Y/n blushes as he puts her hands against his bare chest and leans in close, grinning seductively. "And. I'll also let you touch me, anytime you want. So don't bother with them." 

Y/n can barely think over the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. His skin is so soft under her hands, but at the same time, his chest is so hard. Would his whole body feel like this... The thought sends even more blood rushing to her face as her eyes move further and further south. Satoru grins above her, and slowly, slides her hands over his skin, from his chest, down to his stomach, where he lets go of her wrists. Fascinated, Y/n traces the muscles with her fingers, feeling him shiver under her touch. She looks up curiously. "Is this sensitive?" Satoru is looking down at her with a tight smile. "Yes." She tilts her head. "Good sensitive or bad sensitive? " He grits his teeth. "Good." She grins happily. "Perfect." She bends back down and continues tracing the lines of his abdomen, her nails softly scraping against his skin. He groans and his hands shoot up to catch hers.  "How about you touch me later? Hm?" Y/n pouts. "I thought you said I could touch you anytime? Should I go ask one of the other knights after all?" Satoru scowls at her as he lets go of her hands. With a deep sigh he leans back, draping his arms over the back of the bench, making the muscles in his sides pull taut. "Fine. Do as you wish. But don't blame me for the consequences."

Y/n's fingers stop in their path over his skin and she frowns at him. "Why did that sound like a threat?" Satoru shrugs, his eyes closed. "Not a threat. Just a warning." Y/n scoffs before turning her attention back to his body. It's truly mesmerizing.. She drags her fingers up from his stomach to his chest, following the shadows cast by the lanterns. Her fingertips lightly slide over his collarbone, then follow the muscles to his shoulder, his arm and finally his hand. She mumbles, half to herself. "I never noticed, but you have very pretty hands. Long fingers too." Satoru smiles lazily, his eyes still closed. "Want to see what I can do with them?" He suggestively wiggles his fingers at her. A slight blush appears on her cheeks but she just swats at his digits. Satoru chuckles softly as she moves her hands back to his stomach.

"You know, if you go a bit lower, there's something even harder." Y/n gasps in disbelief at his crudeness. "Satoru!" The man in question just shrugs and smirks. "I'm just saying." Y/n glares at him, before reaching out to brush her fingers over his lower stomach. Frowning, she murmurs to herself. "There's no way it's harder..." A low chuckle sounds above her. "Only one way to find out princess." She glares at his face, before her eyes wander to his lap. It had felt very hard against her before.. The tips of her ears feel warm when she thinks back at the feeling. She frowns. But could it really be even harder than his stomach? Her hand hovers over his belt. Should she just find out? He did tell her she could undress him.. Encouraged it even. Her frown deepens, but her fingers trail closer and closer to the glasp. Why is she so curious about this? Is it just the general subject that's fascinating to her, or is it that she wants to see him specifically? The flush on her cheeks makes her thankful that Satoru still has his eyes closed. She looks up at his face one more time, working up the courage to ask. 

"... Is it okay if I take this off?" Satoru's body tenses up beneath her, and for a moment he is silent. "Of course. I already told you you could." His voice sounds a bit strained, but when her hands start undoing his belt, he makes no move to stop her. Her fingers make quick work of the thing, as well as the buttons of his trousers, until she's able to fold it away from his hips. For a moment she just stares. She can only see the bulge for now of course, but isn't it a bit big? She had always assumed mens' members would be around the length of her hand, but.. She glances up. Satoru is still leaning back, still not looking at her, although she can see the tension in his stomach. She moves her eyes back to her hands. Would it be okay if she touched him? She flushes at the thought, but right now her intrigue is stronger than her embarrassment. She wants to see exactly how big he is. Feel if it's actually that hard. Her blush deepens as she reaches out with her hand. Is she really going to touch him? Of course, it's not like it should be much worse than all the other things they've done tonight.. But so far, Satoru has been the one doing the touching, not the other way around. She shakes off her worries. Either way, she had literally already had an orgasm on his lap as well as on his fingers, this was practically innocent in comparison. Slowly, carefully, sge lays her hand over him. 

Satoru's whole body freezes beneath her, but Y/n doesn't even notice. All she can focus on is the heat of him against her palm. How can it possibly be this hot? It's practically glowing! She slides her hand down over the fabric, lining the bottom of her hand up with the start of him. She stares at the length still sticking out above the tips of her fingers. It really is big... Intrigued, she runs her hand over him, feeling slight ridges through the fabric of his drawers. Those must be the veins. She's seen pictures before in her anatomy books, but she never imagined that even the veins would feel this hard. She experimentally folds her hand around him, as far as the fabric allows. Satoru was right, it truly is basically solid. She squeezes softly, marveling at the feeling. It's pulsing. She can literally feel it pulse against her skin. She's sliding her hand down, wanting to feel the base, when suddenly, Satorus's hand is wrapped around her wrist. Gripping it, really. "Y/n." His voice is low, tense, and the way he says her name sounds a lot like a warning. Her gaze shoots up to his face. His eyes are open now, a muscle is ticking in his jaw, and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. "You should stop." The words are being forced out through his teeth as he stares at her pointedly, squeezing her wrist. She blinks up at him silently for a moment. "Do you want me to stop?" A strangled groan. "Of course not." She frowns. "Then why..?" Satoru presses his eyes shut in frustration, her hand still folded over him. "Because if you don't, I might just get a little bit too excited. And you aren't ready yet." 

Y/n pales. Oh. That's what he meant. She looks down at their hands, at his length, and has to swallow hard. How will it feel.. Having him inside of her? She blushes furiously at the image. Wait.. Would it even fit? She frowns. But.. It would probably feel good. Everything he had done so far had felt good. Her gaze glides up over his body, over all of the perfectly sculpted muscles. Gods, she still can't believe that this is really Satoru. And the fact that this was who she had been kissing all night.. Heat pools in her stomach at the thought. Was she really going to have sex with him? With her best friend? She frowns. Would she really have gone as far as she had, if she only saw him as a friend? She shakes her head. Of course not. A nervous feeling starts in her chest. Does that mean that she has feelings for him? And if so, should she really do this? What if he doesn't feel the same.. What if he has no issues having sex with people he just sees as friends... She glances at his hand on hers. Even so... She can't stop anymore right now. She looks up at Satoru, meeting his eyes. If spending the night with him is a mistake, then she is willing to make that mistake. She'll just learn from it later.

"What if I am ready?" Satoru frowns at her. "What?" Y/n blushes, but doesn't avert her eyes. "You said that I should stop, because otherwise you might do something that I am not yet ready for. But I am. I'm ready." Satoru's grip on her tightens slightly for a moment. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, before looking at her again." Y/n, half my blood is occupied right now, so I have very little brain capacity left. If you want to tease me, now is not the best time." Y/n bristles and glares at him indignantly. "I was not teasing you. I meant it. But since you clearly are incapable of taking me seriously, I take it back." She lets go of him and pulls her wrist from his grasp. "I hope you have fun by yourself. I shall return to my chambers." She starts to push away from him, but suddenly both of his hands are wrapped around her underarms. She looks up, planning to snap at him, but the hungry look in his eyes shuts her up. "You meant it?" She wants to curse at him, but the only thing she manages is a shy, irritated nod. 

Satoru groans low in his throat and the sound sends sparks through her whole body. His coarse hands slide up her arms, to her shoulders, and then to her face. He gently rubs his thumbs over her skin, as he leans in close to whisper against her lips. "I hope you know what you're doing, your highness, because I'm not letting you run away anymore now." Y/n barely has time to look shocked before he presses his mouth to hers in a deep, slow kiss. It's not rough like the ones before. He's taking his time exploring her mouth, gently biting at her lower lip and brushing his tongue against hers. At the same time, his hands move down. First, to undo his drawers, and then, to grip her hips. Her surprised yelp when he basically picks her up, is swallowed up by his mouth. He lifts her to rest flush against his chest, her hips still raised off of his lap by his hands, with her knees on the bench. He slightly pulls back to look at her before setting her down to rest on top of him. He sees her eyes go wide as she realizes. Even the tips of her ears turn pink. 

"Satoru..", her voice is squeaky as she looks down in shock. "Is that..", her gaze moves back up and she meets his hungry, half-hooded eyes. His fingers tip up her chin and he kisses her softly, gently, to put her at ease. "Don't worry your highness. I'll be nice." His voice is low and husky against her lips, and she can basically hear him smiling smugly. A shiver creeps up her spine. She can feel him resting against her. He's so hot, so big, and so impossibly hard. Her heart beats in her throat and her short breaths are making her chest feel tight. The idea that he can feel her against him as well is making her more and more self-conscious. She can feel the warmth pooling at her center, which means that right now, with her sitting on top of him, it'll get on him too. Blood rushes to her cheeks and she's thankful that their eyes are closed right now. Subtly, she tries to raise her hips, if even just by a little bit, just so there will be a tiny bit of distance between the two of them. But before she can even move at all a soft nip at her lips makes her startle. "What do you think you're doing, your highness?" Satoru's voice makes her breath stutter and when she looks up at her he's grinning slightly. "I told you I wouldn't let you run away anymore now didn't I?" Suddenly both of his hands are on her hips and.. he's pushing her down. Y/n gasps as she feels him being pressed right between her folds. "Satoru!" Her voice is little more than a shocked moan, even though she had meant it to be a reprimand. Satoru's hands strengthen their grip on her hips and she whimpers as he pushes her to rub over his length. "What is it your highness?" His tone is teasing, almost mocking. Y/n knows he isn't actually expecting a response, but she still glares at him, though half-heartedly. All of her attention is being pulled to the feeling of him against her. It's hot, and hard and he's rubbing that sensitive spot over and over again. It's making her whole lower body throb with pleasure and she can't stop the moans spilling from her throat. His strong hands keep moving her hips against him and with every glide of him between her folds, more electricity sparks through her nerves. Her fingers clench onto the fabric of his shirt as she holds onto him. The tension keeps building higher and higher in her core, until she's sure it's going to explode. Unconsciously, her hips start to go along with Satoru's lead, pushing back and forth over his length, until his hands are doing nothing more than grip onto her. Y/n's eyes are pressed shut as she leans her forehead down on Satoru's shoulder, panting and moaning, tears about to fall from her eyes.

Above her, Satoru isn't much better of. The feeling of Y/n's warmth, her soft center sliding over him, is driving him completely insane. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin. Y/n is rubbing into him by herself now, no longer needing his hands to push her. So the only thing he can do is dig his fingers into her hips, while gritting his teeth to restrain himself. Gods what he wouldn't give to drive himself up into her right now, feeling that heat wrap tightly around him, making her scream his name. He groans against her neck. "Fuck. Y/n." His low voice vibrates against her skin and Y/n feels goosebumps form on her arms and back. She can't stop herself from moaning and rocking her hips into him, while they both keep getting more hot, more wet, more sensitive. Small droplets are starting to appear on their skin as the temperature and the tension of their bodies keeps rising. They are both panting heavily, and Satoru can't stop himself from thrusting back against her. Y/n whines as this causes him to mash hard into her sweet spot. She knows that she's close, she can feel it in the shaking of her legs, in the tension in her core, and in the sparks she feels every time she rubs over him. So close. So very very close. Satoru's mouth against her skin is dizzying, with every breath she can feel a tickling sensation travel from her neck to her center, making her pulse on the inside. She shudders, which accidentally pushes her neck closer against him.

Satoru is too far gone to even think about anything beside how warm she is, how wet she is, and that he can't come yet. So when he feels her skin pressing against his mouth he reacts purely on instinct. She smells so good, how would she taste.. He licks a long stripe up her neck, and Y/n slaps a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. The feeling of his warm tongue against her skin is sending waves of pleasure straight to her core. Satoru keeps licking and sucking at her neck, loving the way her body responds. She's whimpering and trembling against him, her hips having completely abandoned their movement. Instead it's now only him slowly thrusting up against her, pushing through her folds and making them rub into each other. Y/n's tension keeps building further and further as the combination of his mouth and his hips against her becomes overwhelming. Tears are freely streaming down her face now and an uninterrupted string of moans spills from her throat. Satoru is half in a daze as he keeps sucking pretty purple spots on her skin. He's dizzy, but everything just feels so good. Her hips in his hands feel good, her moans in his ears feel good, her skin on his tongue feels good. Gods he can't fucking stop. He licks another stripe on her throat and accidentally grazes her skin with his teeth, pulling a loud whimper from her lips. He groans. More. He wants to make her cry more. Experimentally, he softly bites into her shoulder and is rewarded with another high-pitched moan. Fuck, yes. More. He wants more.

Y/n is about to tip over the edge. She feels like she's overheating and the pleasure just keeps building further and further.  His mouth is driving her crazy, his tongue, his teeth, his breath against her skin, it's too much. And he keeps thrusting himself into her, every time she thinks it can't become even more intense, he rubs against her and she's wrong again. She can barely get enough oxygen as moans keep spilling from her lips with every single thing he does to her. Her vision is blurred with tears and she's so incredibly sensitive. His tongue against her neck, then his teeth, his teeth are... Y/n's mouth falls open in shock when she feels his teeth sink into her skin, right in the crook of her neck. Light flashes behind her eyes and all the tension suddenly releases, explodes, as she feels herself tip over the edge. A strangled cry is ripped from her throat and she realizes she might actually pass out this time. Waves of pleasure course through her body as she feels herself tremble with the intensity of it. Her fingers dig into Satoru's shirt, his chest, anything to hold onto. His mouth is still on her, his teeth still pressing into her skin, not deep enough to draw blood, but definitely leaving a mark. 

Finally, Satoru carefully pulls back, softly licking over the spot to soothe the sting. His hands go to Y/n's waist, and he pulls her to him, holding her close through the orgasm that's rippling through her body. Her center is still pulsing against him, and a dull pleasure keeps coming with every beat of her heart. She just leans into him, depending on him to keep her upright. She's so awfully tired, she can't even feel her legs. "Y/n." Satoru's voice is low and raspy, and there's urgency in his tone. Y/n forces her eyes up to his, even though her head feels so very heavy right now. Satoru gently tilts up her chin, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. "I'm so sorry Y/n, but I can't wait anymore." Y/n's eyes have already fluttered close and she only hears half of what he's saying. "Hm? Sorry?" She can feel his hands move back to her hips, and she's pulled up, until he's holding her pressed against his chest with one arm, her hips raised away from his. "Hm?" Her lazy brain can't seem to understand what's happening, so the only thing she can do is mutter to herself a bit. Until suddenly, she feels something press against her center and her eyes blink open in confusion. "What..?" Satoru puts his free hand on her cheek and forces her to look at him. "I'm sorry, I can't.. I can't wait anymore." His eyes are hooded with desire and she can see how far gone he is. "Wait? With what..?" Her mind is still so foggy, she just can't understand. But Satoru doesn't answer her. Instead he let's go of her face to move his hand down, and he leans in to press a kiss to her lips. Hmm, Gods, she's just.. So tired. Her eyes flutter closed as his soft lips move against hers and she kisses him back sleepily. This is nice.. Satoru's holding her in his arms, and his mouth is so soft.. 

Satoru groans into Y/n's mouth when he feels her entrance against his tip. Gods, it's so hot, so wet.. He could just bury himself all the way into her immediately.. He won't, of course. It's her first time and he isn't exactly on the smaller side.. Will she be able to take all of him? The image that flashes through his mind makes him throb almost painfully. Fuck he really can't handle this. He lowers her slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, until his tip is pressing against her, trying to push its way in. She's so wet, so slippery, so soft... He can feel her starting to stretch around him, and Y/n makes a confused sound against his lips, still kissing him lazily. At least it's not hurting her so far, Satoru breathes a sigh of relief before he suddenly groans. So tight.. With every bit he pushes in, he can feel her stretch tighter around his tip, until he's sure he can't get in any further. Y/n moans into his mouth when he starts to slowly circle his thumb around her sensitive spot. He lightly nips at her bottom lip. "Relax for me sweetheart." His low, sultry voice makes heat pool in her stomach and Y/n feels a pleasant shudder travel up her spine. She wraps her arms around his neck as he keeps rubbing his fingers over her. Slowly but surely Satoru can feel himself push in. A muscle tenses in his jaw as he holds back from instinctually thrusting up into her. Fuck. He needs to go slow. Bit by bit he has her sink down on him until she is squirming against his chest, finally starting to feel the burn of the stretch. "Satoru..?" Her voice is muffled against his lips, still sounding absent through the haze of her exhaustion. "Shhh, don't worry your highness, just a little more and then it will get easier." Y/n only moans in response, as the pressure of him against increases. Satoru grits his teeth at her tightness. "Just.. A little further.." He keeps pushing slowly until finally, he sinks into her, and they both groan in unison. "Satoru? What is..? It's so big.." Y/n's arms tense around him and she presses her face in the bend of his shoulder. Satoru can't respond, he's too busy getting his breathing back under control. Fuck she feels amazing. Wrapped around him so tight, so hot, he's actually going to melt. He hisses as she squirms. "Fuck. Y/n. You're going to snap my dick off." She just whimpers against his shoulder. Her entrance is being stretched so far.. And it feels so full. 

Y/n still hasn't fully registered what exactly is happening, all she knows is that it's making her feel strange. Not bad, but strange. And even though she isn't familiar with the feeling, her body eagerly leans into it. She wants to sink down more, feel even fuller.. But Satoru's arm is keeping her in place. Without thinking, she angles her hips, forcing his tip to push in just a little deeper. It's just a tiny bit but Satoru groans at the unexpected feeling. Fuckkk. He breathes in deeply, forcing himself to relax. "That wasn't very princess-like your highness", he grumbles at her through clenched jaws. Y/n just mumbles and squirms against his grip. "So full.."

Satoru wrenches his eyes shut. This woman... He holds her pressed tight against his chest for a few moments longer, until he's sure that he's back in control. Then, he opens his eyes and smiles at her tightly. "Fine. You want to be full, your highness? I can help with that." His arm around her relaxes its grip, allowing her to sink down on him a little further. Y/n's eyes go wide and her nails dig into the back of his shirt. Soft, half-conscious whimpers fall from her lips as her walls are being stretched around him. Satoru pushes in deeper, his eyes heavy from the pleasure washing over him. His arm tenses around her as it becomes more difficult to restrain himself. Gods he wants to just push her down, fuck up into her until he's buried to the hilt. But he can't hurt her. He clenches his teeth as he continues to go torturously slow. More and more of his length disappears into her and Satoru can't believe how much of him she is taking. Y/n is whining loudly, with her face buried in his neck, her walls clenching around him. A deep groan rumbles in his chest. This has to be either heaven or hell.  

Y/n's lower body feels like it's on fire. Heat rushes through her veins and she can feel her center pulsing. She's being stretched so far and she feels so unbelievably full that she's sure that there must be a bulge in her stomach, hidden under her dress. The electricity sparking through her core is finally starting to fully wake her up. Where it had felt like a fever dream before, everything now starts to feel more and more real. Satoru's warm, strong body that's pressed against hers, his back under her hands and.. Oh god. He's so deep inside of her. Her eyelids feel heavy from the overwhelming pressure in her stomach and tears are starting to drip down her face. She can barely breath as broken sounds keep spilling from her throat. Satoru groans, as he makes her sink down even further and Y/n digs her nails into his skin. No! It's too much. He's too big! So incredibly big, so deep oh Gods. Her eyes lose focus and all she can concentrate on is him pushing against the deepest part of her, and deeper still, stretching her further. She can't take any more, she can't, she really really can't. Pushing her knees against the bench, she keeps her hips from moving any further. It's too big, too full, he's too deep. Her thoughts stumble over each other as her whole body trembles. 

She can feel Satoru' s chest rise heavy against her own as he presses a kiss to her hair. "You're doing so good for me Y/n, you're taking me so well." His words are soothing but she can hear the strain in his voice. His arm is tense around her and his other hand is gripping her hip. She stifles a sob against his shoulder, too overwhelmed, too full. He shushes her, still pressing gentle kisses on her hair. "Shh, does it hurt?" Y/n shakes her head against him. She doesn't know what she's feeling, just that it's too much. Satoru leans his head on hers. "I'll wait until you feel better. I won't move, I promise." She nods at his reassurance and finally relaxes a bit, the muscles in her core no longer as tense. Above her, she can hear Satoru take deep, controlled breaths, and she realizes that he's also struggling. She shifts her weight, causing her to accidentally tighten around him, and they both gasp in surprise. "Fuck. Y/n...", Satoru groans against the crown of her head. "I'm sorry..", she whimpers breathlessly. 

Satoru grits his teeth. "How do you feel? Better?" Y/n just hums her agreement. "Can I move?" She hesitates, then nods. But even though she tells him yes, her fingers dig into his shirt and she tenses up. He leans his mouth against her hair. "Relax love, I'll go slow. It won't hurt." He kisses her crown and tilts her chin up. "I promise." Satoru's breath fans over her lips, and Y/n lets her eyes fall closed as he kisses her. He moves slowly, lazily, as he explores her mouth, distracting her from her anxiety. 

Satoru can feel some of the tension leave Y/n's body as she leans into the kiss. He rubs over her cheek soothingly as his other hand moves to her center. She jolts against him when she feels his touch on her. But before she can move away Satoru weaves his hand through her hair and pulls her face closer, eliciting a surprised moan. His thumb starts to slowly circle around her and Y/n squirms in his grip, her walls pulsing against him. Satoru groans into her mouth. He's so deep inside of her, and the feeling of her around him is making his brain go numb. Frowning, he struggles against the urge to thrust up. She's so warm, so soft, if only she could take all of him.. But she's obviously at her limit already, so he has to be careful. 

As Satoru keeps rubbing against her, Y/n can feel tingles and heat spread through her center, the pleasure building with every brush of his thumb. Whining against his mouth, she is incredibly aware of the pressure of him inside of her. Gods how is he so big? She had never even thought about it before, but who would have thought that Satoru could be this big? Her eyes fly open as suddenly, the realisation washes over her in full force. Satoru is inside of her. She's having sex with him and he's all the way inside of her. He is kissing her, touching her, fucking her.. Heat rushes to her cheeks and she pulls away from the kiss. She blinks at Satoru in a daze. How had she never considered him in such a way before? Looking at him now the thought seems unfathomable. With his bare skin under her hands, his flushed face so close to her's, his eyes heavy with lust and his length buried so deep inside of her. How had she been able to act normal around him? Her eyes slowly travel over his handsome face, his strong body, completely in disbelief. 

Satoru frowns in annoyance as Y/n pulls away. His hand moves to her hip and he gives a quick thrust up, pulling a sharp gasp from Y/n's throat. His fingers grip her chin as he grins down at her. "Distracted, princess? Am I not keeping you entertained enough?" Y/n blinks up at him with wide, shocked eyes. "What..? No.. That's no-" She yelps again as another thrust follows. Satoru leans in closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Guess I'll have to try harder then huh?" Y/n has no time to respond before both of his hands are on her hips and he's lifting her up. "Wha-?" A confused sound leaves her mouth, but then his hands immediately push her back down and she gasps. Before she can react, Satoru immediately lifts her up again, and then down, and back up, until he's dragging her up and down his length with an unrelenting pace. Y/n doesn't get even a moment of respite as all of her senses are being flooded with the sensation of him thrusting into her, filling her up. Wild sparks are flying through her body, all the way from her center, to her legs and back. The feeling of him rubbing and bruising her insides sending hot pulses to her core.

"Satoru! Wait!", the words leave her mouth in a broken stutter, her nails digging into his back, as he keeps lifting her up and down rapidly. Tears well up in her eyes and her walls ache with the effort to accommodate him. When she looks up, Satoru's face is tense, his gaze glued to her. The intensity of it almost makes her dizzy. Gone are his gentle eyes from before, all that's left is hunger and lust, and he's out of patience. Y/n almost feels a bit afraid when she realises that he won't stop anymore now. All she can do is take it. 

Another hard thrust makes her whole body shake in his hands and she yelps. He's pushing in so deep, and he's so hard, she is almost certain that he is bruising her insides, if that's even possible. But strangely the dull pain doesn't bother her, it almost feels good. The way he's slamming into her is also causing him to brush over, and hit another sensitive spot deep inside of her, over and over again. It's different from when he used his fingers. That feeling was sharper, quicker. This feels more like heavy waves of pleasure, that ripple every time he thrusts into her. The combination of that and the vague pain is somehow making her want more. She wants him to drive himself up into harder, deeper, fill her up completely. 

Y/n's eyes lose focus as Satoru keeps pressing her down on him, his fingers gripping her hips as the muscles in his arms bulge with the force of his actions. The feeling of her hot, tight walls around him is pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He clenches his jaw as he keeps dragging her over his length, basically using her like a doll. He knows it's wrong, but he can't help it. Her warmth, her soft hips, her tear-stained face, it just makes him want to see her cry more, scream more. He wants to bury himself into her. Fuck her until she is moaning, sobbing his name. He will make her come, again, and again, and again, and then he'll fill her up and start all over again. His eyes feel heavy with pleasure as her walls rub and pulse against his length, sucking him in and tightening with every thrust.

Y/n’s voice is broken and every time Satoru slams her hips down on him, the breath is rushed out of her. Sparks fly behind her eyes when he bottoms out. It feels like every thrust is harder, faster, more intense than the last. He keeps stretching her further, pushing even deeper. Her vision becomes hazy as the pressure building in her core becomes too much. He keeps slamming right into that one spot and every time pleasure shocks through her body. The feeling keeps building higher and higher until finally, Satoru snaps his hips up to meet hers, and it explodes deep inside of her. Her whole body trembles with the force of her orgasm and she grabs onto Satoru's back. She can feel herself pulse around him and a groan rumbles in his chest. 

For a second she thinks he'll let her rest for a moment, but then she hears him curse and she's lifted back up. She yelps, still too sensitive. "Wait no!" But her protests fall on deaf ears and his strong hands press her back down over him. A pained moan leaves her mouth as she digs her nails into his back, desperate for anything to hold onto. "Satoru please! It's too much!" Tears fall from her eyes as he keeps slamming her down on him. Another wave of pleasure is already starting to build again, but the feeling is too sharp, too soon. A combination of moans and sobs falls from her lips as his length keeps pressing deep inside of her. 

"Y/n." His voice is deep and raspy and her eyes snap up to meet his. But she sees no pity in gaze, only need. He's not going to stop. Another sob wrecks her body as tears keep streaming down her face. She's too full, it's too much, she's going to break! One of his hands holds her face and gently wipes away some of her tears. Breathing heavy, her eyes meet his as he stares at her expression hungrily. Slowly, he leans further back against the bench, grabbing the back of her head to pull her along and into a kiss. Y/n moans into his mouth as his tongue licks against hers, his other hand still pushing her down on him. With one of his hands occupied, she figures he can't lift her anymore, so she'll have some time to calm down. Oh how very wrong she is.

A sharp thrust of his hips pushes him deep inside of her and Y/n gasps into the kiss. She tries to pull away, but Satoru doesn't let her and instead, presses his lips to hers harder, needier, until she can hardly breathe. His hips keep slamming up against her and with every thrust she can feel him bury himself all the way into her body. Waves of painful pleasure wash over her every time he bottoms out. She can taste the salt of her tears on his lips as he presses them to hers. Gods he's going to break her! His thrusts keep coming faster and faster now, and with every snap of his hips it seems like he's trying to go deeper. Both the way he's kissing her, and fucking up into her, seems to get more and more desperate. Y/n realises that he must be close. The thought sends a wave of red hot pleasure to her core and a tingling sensation starts to form in her center. She's going to come again.

Satoru groans against her lips. "Y/n. Should I pull out?" His voice is tense and she can hear the effort and restraint in his words. She should say yes, but her mind is so hazy, she can't think straight. All she knows is that she doesn't want him to stop, not when she's so close, and he feels so good inside. Almost instinctively she shakes her head, wrapping her arms tighter around Satoru's neck to keep him close, keep him inside. He curses against her mouth and both of his hands move to grab her hips. He slams himself up into her, while also pushing her hips down on him. Every thrust is so hard, so deep that he's definitely bruising her, his pace merciless. She whines against his lips, she's so sore, but so incredibly sensitive. Her center pulses every time he buries himself into her and hot sparks keep shooting through her veins. She's so full, so warm and so, so close. He keeps thrusting into her, his hips snapping up as he slams her down on him. Y/n moans and sobs against his lips, the pain and the pleasure both becoming too much. Satoru's thrusts become more erratic as he feverishly chases his high. A few last times he slams his hips to hers, before completely pressing her down on him. He tries to force his length in as far as possible, until finally, he's buried to the hilt. Y/n cries out, while a deep groan rumbles in Satoru's throat as he comes inside of her, his fingers digging into her hips. Almost immediately, his hand moves to her center. With quick, purposeful strokes, his fingers rub against her and Y/n lets out a strangled cry. Combined with the feeling of him in her stomach, the pleasure shooting through her center now is too much. Her body trembles as she comes around him. Satoru moans, softly kissing her lips, while he works her through it. The orgasm leaves her shaking in his lap and all she can do is lean against him. 

When they have both finally come down from their high, they stay like that for a moment, completely exhausted. Satoru sitting back, with Y/n laying against his chest, small tremors still rippling through her body. He keeps pressing soft kisses to her hair, while gently stroking her face. Y/n can barely keep her eyes open, the only thing keeping her awake is the slowly dawning reality of what just happened. She tries to lift herself off of Satoru, but his arm tightens around her waist and keeps her in place. "Shh, let's stay like this for a bit. I don't want to move yet." His soft, tired voice sends a shiver up her spine. Gods... She just had sex. She let Satoru fuck her, and he even.. Came inside of her. Her face turns bride red and she's thankful for being able to hide against his chest. Slowly, panic starts to rise up in her mind. So now what? What the hell was she going to do now? Would they even still be able to be friends after this? Did he want to stay friends, or did he want more? Did she want more? Oh Gods what is she going to do?!

She can feel Satoru's chest rumble against her cheek as he chuckles softly. "You're overthinking again aren't you?" Y/n turns her head to glare up at him. "It isn't overthinking if it's justifiable! And it's better than not thinking at all!" Satoru grins and shrugs. "You're worrying too much. I told you, nothing has to change if you don't want it to." Y/n frowns skeptically and he chuckles. "Sure. I'm going to have a very hard time looking at you without imagining you moaning my name now but hey! That doesn't mean we can't be friends!" Y/n's eyes go wide and she flushes. "That's exactly what I mean!"

Satoru sighs and smiles at her gently. "You want me to be serious? Fine. If you want, we can go back to how it was before, it will hurt a bit, but I promise I will do whatever feels best for you. I won't be weird about it and we can even pretend all of this never happened." Y/n frowns at him. "Hurt?" Satoru continues, ignoring her. "Of course, another, much more fun option, would be to to stay friends, but let me fuck you on a balcony every now and then!" He grins as Y/n turns bright red and tries to pull away. "Easy now, your highness. A very precious part of me is still stuck inside of you and I'd prefer it if you didn't snap it off." She bristles, and flushes even further, but let's Satoru press her back against his chest. "How can you even suggest that... I'm royalty, and you're part of the high nobility. Technically what we just did is already considered taboo, and you're suggesting we do it consistently?" Satoru shrugs. "Not many nobles adhere to such customs anyway, but if you're worried about that we can always get married." Y/n's eyes go wide and she freezes, too shocked to look up at him. "You would get married just for such a reason? You should not take marriage so lightly." 

For a moment it's silent, and when Satoru does speak, he sounds.. Hesitant, nervous almost. "Believe me.. I'm not taking it lightly. And don't worry, I am not trying to convince you to marry me. It's just... If we must get married anyway, why not to each other? I am one of the few men your age with sufficiently high status, and I would much rather get married to a close friend, than to an arranged stranger." Y/n meets his eyes. He does look nervous.. Is he serious? She opens her mouth to respond, but Satoru suddenly shrugs with a grin. "Of course, it doesn't hurt either that the sex is great. I probably won't find many women able to take me as well as you can." Y/n's frown turns into a glare and she slaps him on the chest. "I knew you couldn't be serious for even a second. Maybe I should snap your dick off after all." Satoru grabs her wrist. "Sorry, sorry, please don't? And I was being serious, but I get that it's not something we should think about right now." He smiles apologetically and Y/n's expression softens. "Fine. And yes, I think we're both much too tired for such a topic.." Satoru nods. "So, what do you want to do, for now?" 

Y/n stiffens. Right, she still has to decide. What will she do... She looks up at him. To most people, he would look completely calm, but she can see the slight tension in his smile. So he is scared too... She averts her gaze and presses her cheek to his chest, listening to his fast, steady heartbeat. What does she want... Could she even go back to how it was before? Could she ever look at him the same? Act like nothing ever happened? She frowns. Even the thought is ridiculous. Of course she couldn't. Even if Satoru promises that everything will be the same, it can never be true, not for him, and not for her... The realisation hurts. So she basically has two choices. Either they stay friends, but in a... New way. Or, they don't stay friends at all. They go back home, and stop having any relationship, they'll go back to being strangers. The very thought fills her with dread and she realises that tears have formed in her eyes. She quickly wipes them away and sniffles. Could she handle being strangers? No. She definitely couldn't. And it's not like she would mind having.. 'that kind' of relationship with Satoru.. A blush kreeps up her neck. The only problem is that it would be looked down upon. But, it's not like they would have to tell anyone? Right? Then maybe it would be fine? She looks up at Satoru. "Can we do it.. Secretly?" His eyes go wide for a moment, completely in disbelief that she's actually considering it. Then a smile pulls on his lips. "Of course. No one would know. We will just act as normal in public and they won't assume a thing. At least, no more than they always have." Y/n frowns for a moment, but chooses not to ask. "Alright then... We should probably get up and go to bed? The party is also long over by now I assume." 

Satoru is still grinning happily. "Alright your highness, then, if you would?" Y/n rolls her eyes before attempting to lift herself off of him, and falling right back. She blinks in disbelief. "I can't get up." Satoru tilts his head in question and she glares at him in embarrassment. "My legs... I can't get up." For a moment he is silent, and then he roars with laughter. "Ah! Well then. Please excuse me." Still laughing, he slowly lifts her off of his lap, and onto the bench, before rearranging his clothes. Brushing over the many folds and wrinkles, he sighs. "You made quite the mess of me tonight, your highness. I do hope you will take responsibility." Y/n stares at him in disbelief, her dress crumpled under her, her shoes and underwear discarded. "You had better be kidding." Satoru lifts his hands in surrender. "Alright. Fair enough. My apologies. I suppose I have made quite the mess of you too." He grins wickedly at her disheveled appearance. "Now. Please excuse me." Before she can react, Y/n has been swept up in his arms and he carries her towards the door, pocketing her underwear on the way. "Satoru! What are you doing?! I can't be seen like this!" He lifts an eyebrow. "Then what were you planning to do? Walk?" He grins smugly and she smacks him on the shoulder. "You should repent, not pride yourself in your misdeeds." Satoru smirks. "If you so desire, I can repent all you want later tonight?" A blush kreeps up her chest against her will, and Y/n glares at him, but doesn't argue anymore. Satoru pushes through the doors, into the remote, deserted hallway. He moves in the opposite direction of the  ballroom, towards the separate stairs at the end of the foyer. This way, the only people they could run into would be staff. 

They get to their floor without meeting anyone, and Y/n is almost ready to finally relax. But then, right in front of her room, there he is. His wide, swollen eyes meet hers and he pushes away from the wall shakily. "Y/n?" Above her Satoru makes an annoyed sound. "Tsk. Slimy bastard still hasn't learned his lesson I see." The prince staggers over to them, clearly drunk, and from his eyes it's obvious that he has been crying. "Y/n, my love, please! I'm so sorry! I promise, from now on I will never even so much as look at another woman! So please! Please don't leave me!" He falls to his knees in front of them. "Please! Won't you at least talk to me?" His pleading eyes turn into a hateful glare when he looks at Satoru's. “You! Put down my fiancée this instant! And leave. I have to talk to her alone.”

Y/n notices the evil grin that creeps over Satoru's face. "My apologies, your highness. But I'm afraid that I can't." The prince stares at him in disbelief. "What the hell do you mean you can't?! Put her down!" Satoru's grin only widens when he stares down at the man. "She can't stand." The prince blinks up at him stupidly. "What?" Satoru looks down at him smugly. "I said. She can't stand." The kneeling man freezes, finally understanding the meaning behind the knight's words. "What.. No... Please no." His eyes shoot to Y/n. "PLEASE! MY LOVE! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T! YOU WOULD NEVER LET HIM! RIGHT?! YOU WOULDN'T!" He is shaking and his eyes look feverish, gleaming with unshed tears. Y/n just stares down at him. Not a single emotion on her face. "That is no longer any of your concern, your highness. Now please. I am exhausted, so I would like to retire to my chambers." The prince almost seems to shrink under her gaze, any hope that he had left, leaving him. He just sits there, defeated, unmoving, even as Satoru scoffs and walks around him, and into Y/n's chambers, locking the door behind him.

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[falltothesun]

I like to go on long drives, ending up in places I don't even know the names of. I'll stop to get gas somewhere and head inside to get a drink.

It's late, the only people in the little store is me, the clerk, and this older man who's got to have half a foot on me- likely more. I beeline for the soft drinks, and as I'm reaching for the top shelf to get a bottle, I feel him behind me.

He slides a hand across my midriff- exposed, where the hem of my sweater lifted as I reached up, and then presses me back against him. My back flush with his chest, my ass on his crotch, where I feel his hard cock through his jeans as he grinds on me. I all but freeze up, my heart stuttering to a halt.

"Put it back," he orders, lips on the shell of my ear. Obediently, I place the bottle of soda I'd just grabbed back on the shelf, and let the fridge door fall shut. Some distant part of my brain questions why I'm following his commands, but it just feels natural to the rest of me. He grins, and I feel it where he presses his mouth against the side of my head. "Good little thing. Now, start walking."

With a hand on the back of my neck, he guides me to the dingy bathroom. The clerk doesn't even look our way as he shoves me inside and locks the door behind him. Then he's on me- pressing my face against the wall as he grinds into my ass like a dog in heat. He groans in my ear, muttering and grunting about how good I'm going to be.

"Please," I finally manage to say. "Don't do this. Let me go, please."

He ignores me, and all but tears down my pants, leaving them pooled at my ankles so my movement is limited. He does tear my underwear off, and then stuffs it in my mouth. I hear his belt, his zipper, and then I feel the head of his cock dragging over my cunt. He reaches around to play with my clit- it's rough, not meant for my pleasure, but to signal my body to make this easier for him and get me wet.

And I do. He chuckles breathily in my ear. "That's right. I knew you were just a dirty cockslut. You're getting soaked for me."

He doesn't waste anymore time before thrusting in. He grabs my wrists, pins them at the small of my back, and starts to fuck me roughly against the wall. The slap of his hips against my ass fills the small, tiled bathroom, as does his grunts and occasional "Fuck yeah" and "take it, whore".

The old man had stamina. It felt like hours with his hips pistoning his cock deep in my cunt. I came thrice- the first time brought me to tears, along with his jeering laugh and "cumming on your rapist's cock? you fucking slut". After the second time, I felt my brain shut off, and I felt nothing but his dick bullying my insides and the wet, hot breath near my ear.

Finally, his rhythm stuttered, and he came. He made a vulgar moan-sigh sound into the crook of my neck and stilled with his cock thrust so far up my cunt that I was on my tiptoes. I felt it twitch inside me, as well as the warm feeling of his cum fill me up. He pulled out slowly, but kept me pressed against the wall.

"You know what you're made for," he said, licking up the column of my throat. I heard the jingle of his belt buckle, and then I was alone in the bathroom.

The next night, I found that gas station again. I walked inside, and immediately locked eyes with him. He grinned like a wolf, and prowled over to claim his rightful prey once again.

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[lanabuckybarnes]

💳💳💳 take all my money but pleeeeease write more about dirty big boy Lee who wants to give you his son because that small drabble had me sweatin already😮‍💨

Ask and thee shall receive!

Breeding Bitch

18+ MINORS DNI

(I do not own any photos, Credits to original owners)

Uhhh so this is fucking….maybe the warnings would describe this a bit better hehe 👀.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: Dark Lee!, LEE BODECKER!!, Dub/Non-Con Themes, Unestablished Age Gap but there is definitely one (Reader 20s, Lee late 30s/40s), Cheating (it's Lee), Teeny Size Kink if you squint, Names: Darlin, Good Girl, Baby, Slut, Bitch, Whore, Heifer, Girl. Handcuffing, Good ole Gaslighting, Degradation, Gagging, Dirty Talk, Cervix Abuse, Voyeurism? (Your father is in the next room), He uses the fact that your Pa is so close to his advantage, Mentions of Breeding, actually Breeding, Alcohol (Again, It’s Lee), Marking, Biting, Slapping, Bleeding (from yer cooch), Spitting, Daddy Kink, Rough P in V, Threats (Lee threatens your teeth), Dacryphilia, Panty Stuffing, Absolutely zero aftercare— if I’ve missed anymore, especially in a story like this one, please lemme know!!

DO NOT PROGRESS IF ANY WARNING(s) TRIGGER YOU PLEASE!!

Word Count: 1.2k

This is a doozy. I’ll put a lil palette cleanse at the end for you my loves ♥️

“Augh shit you’re fucking tight” Lee growls above you, cock head pushed uncomfortably against your cervix, your hands cuffed above your head and your panties in your mouth.

You would never admit this to anyone. The almost nightly occurrences of Lee ending up in your little cottage on the hill, his pants round his ankles and his cock wherever he so chose.

It was his wife’s fault, he’d told you; she was sick, old and unable to give him what he wanted. That’s why when you moved into town, bright-eyed and innocent, he had to have you.

His head rolled with his eyes, a strained groan flowing from his lips as his tummy jiggled softly at the tightening of his core.

“Never get over a tight little pussy like this” You whined as he pushed further, sheathing his dick fully inside you.

What would your daddy say if he saw you like this, legs spread akimbo for a married man, the Sheriff no less? Your hands pulled against the cuffs attached to the headboard, the rhythmic clanging had Lee’s eyes shooting open.

“Hey now! Darlin” a huge hand smoothed over your metal clasped wrists before running down your arm to your left breast, he squeezed firmly.

“You wouldn’t want your daddy waking up now would you?” that fucking smirk, the dark look in his eyes— he had you, right where he wanted— the reminder of your feeble old Pa in the next room keeping you tamed, Lee didn’t care about him finding out about your little secret, he’d fuck you right in front of him, but he knew it would keep you pliant for him.

You stopped, hands hanging painfully from the cuffs.

“Good girl, knew you’d come around…now you let me breed this little cunt, loosen up a bit, enjoy it” The brandy on his breath had you queasy as it mixed with his residual cologne. His thick lips peppered marks all over your breast, tongue licking the flesh before biting down with a force that had your toes curling and you crying out into the cotton of your panties.

“Oh don’t be dramatic” he chuckled, slapping the reddened mark lightly. He groaned as he pulled his length out slowly, letting you feel each inch run over the stretched flesh of your heat until his cock head fell from you in a sickly squelch, his precum mixed with your blood.

“God baby, you’re fucking soaked…you like me doing this to you? Course you do you fucking slut” Lee gleams wickedly before launching a huge glob of spit over your clit and his head, his thick fingers circling your clit once, twice and then rubbing the saliva over himself.

He keeps your head still, forcing you to look at him as he pushes in again, making you watch as his dark eyes swim with amusement at your pathetic little whimpers.

“Mmmn…you know, if I didn’t have to do this, I’d feel bad for your stupid little face” Lee laughs, slapping his fingers against your cheek mockingly.

His patience had worn thin, you were lucky enough to get this much prep from him but he was over it now— the growing itch to fill your fertile little hole with his cum becoming too overwhelming.

He slams in, hitting your already abused cervix painfully. His pace is brutal, the only thing stopping the headboard from clattering off the wall being the pillow he’d so ‘generously’ placed between them.

“Oh shit! you fucking little breeding bitch, ahh I ain’t ever had a pussy this tight… fucking made for me, wasn’t it? Yeah, it fucking was” Lee rambles, as he usually does. You could do nothing but take whatever he was giving you, you wouldn’t dare fight back— did you even want to at this point? He had you all cock drunk, stupid little baby so you were.

“Mmm, baby you like this” Lee spoke assertively, punctuating each word with a hard thrust “Push me away as much as you want but at the end of the day you’re still gonna take my load happily… I mean look” he laughs as he pushes your legs from his wide shoulders, they fall open on their own. “You fucking hold yourself open for my spunk, you fucking want this, you need it… you want my son ya little slut”

The quick yank of your panties from your mouth made you gag slightly, the drool that had gathered falling from the corner of your mouth and into your tresses of hair. It amused Lee, watching you stare off into that little space you ran to, unable to control your body— you let him fuck you however he wante— no, however you needed.

Lee’s hand clasped around your face painfully, his thumb hooking behind your teeth “fucking answer me whore, or I’ll pull these out” a firm tug to your lower jaw warned you before he spat again, the hot liquid falling right on your tongue.

“I want this… wan you! Want your baby! Please Lee gimme your baby” you wailed, no longer caring about your volume.

“Good little slut, always begging for daddy ain’t you? You take this fucking baby, you take everything I give you” Lee’s pace stuttered, only for a second, but it told you everything you needed to know and you were disgusted at the way your body pled for it. The way your back arched, your pussy squeezing and frantic cries fell from your lips as your orgasm slammed into you like a train.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lee practically screamed as he sank himself into one last time, releasing spurt after spurt of his thick, hot, cream against your bruised womb entrance. You don’t know how long his dick sat in your throbbing canal, only falling from you once he was fully soft.

“God, who’d I fucking bless to get a little heifer like you hmm?” He spoke eventually, kissing your cheek, allowing his tongue to poke out and lap at the salty tears falling freely from your big sad eyes.

“Don’t look so fucking upset at this, it’s a good thing, you’re being used for something great…I know girls that would have their panties round their ankles in no time if I let them” He chuckled while standing, fingers gripping your discarded undergarments to wipe along his cock, gathering his cum, and your slick; which had a tinge of red from the tear in your fragile skin he caused by stretching you out.

Once he deemed himself clean enough, he ran the panties through the mess pouring from your core.

“This won’t do, you’re supposed to keep it in” He tutted before pushing the soaked material into your stretched hole, his fingers stuffing the scratchy fabric into you carelessly. He made quick work of the cuffs digging painfully into your wrists, placing a quick peck over each dark mark around them.

“Tomorrow, I don’t want none of this fighting bullcrap you hear? No panties, no bra, no attitude— just you, alright girl?” He pushed your cheeks together, puckering your lips in the process.

You knew that what you said to him wouldn’t matter, he’d take you all the same so you just nodded like you would every single time his cerulean stare flickered over your much smaller structure.

“Atta girl” His lips grazed over your own, and then like a ghost, he was gone, leaving you to sob in a pile of your own mess.

-

I’m so sorry for him, he’s not usually like this, I promise he’s a nice guy 😔 🚩

Here’s your payment~

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[bylertruther]

society if the duffers had gone through with their original plan to have mike go to the upside down in s1 to find will

#byler #it's enough for me to know that he WOULD but i still would have liked to see it........ but i guess there's still s5..... sniffles n cries #when will's ankle gets caught in a vine n vecna goes YOINK n u just see mike's eyes go crazy wide as he starts sprinting after him faster #than he ever has tripping stumbling falling in a very mike fashion but he keeps going n he doesn't make it in time but it doesn't matter #it doesn't matter bc he's NOT going to lose will again he's NOT going to lose him on HIS watch a-fucking-gain he won't he CAN'T #and maybe it's a party affair so he looks back at lucas n dustin who are almost there and they're screaming after #him BECAUSE MIKE WAIT STOP MIKE WE DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT WEAPONS but mike just furrows his brow and goes in #bc he's the heart he's the paladin he's going to lead them and he's going to save will because will needs him but also he needs will #and. and um. well. then i fucking die of course #OR COULD U IMAGINE IF will goes on a solo mission and he thinks he's managed to sneak away but mike pops up like 'what are you doing? 🤨' #bc he always sees will and he always knows when something is up and it's a crazy plan but they did say crazy together and that they'd be a #team no matter what and that they would kill vecna so liek. do u see what im saying are u seeing my visions are u feeling my insanity rn . #they get surrounded or trapped somewhere and will casts fog cloud n saves the party like he did in a previous campaign. etc etc #dustin is their bard who has snacks n keeps things lighthearted mike leads the way n will is at his side n lucas is their eyes n ears n it' #almost like one of their campaigns bc the show started with that and those were their roles when will was missing and now it'll end #like that and so on n so forth. nods mhm mhm #takes deep breath ok back 2 studying i go byeeee

[sugume]

r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen  

More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited

Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru

PART 2

r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_Kento 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, he’d told you that he’d tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him.  Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. “Now, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,” He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. “And record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?” You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. “Say ‘Yes, Professor!’ and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.” 

r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_Kamo 

Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. He’d been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. “Choso?” you rasp, voice raw from screaming. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. You’re about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. “Nothin’ baby, jus’ gotta piss.” “T-then stop and go, hm–” you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. “Stop and go to the bathroom Cho.” you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. “C-Choso?” “Why would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.” Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy.  

r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna 

“You wan’ me to do what?” You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. “I asked you to stop suckin’ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.” He stares at you with a look that tells you he isn’t truly asking. “B-but ‘Kuna—” He grabs your throat. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, hm?” You grab the hand around your neck. “Mhm.” “This ‘ll make me happy, little girl,” He plants a firm kiss on your lips. “Now do as I told you, actually I’ll do it, I know you aren’t the best at following orders.” He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. “Yes, now lay there, don’t move, don’t speak.” Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion “Kuna!” “Shut up, dead bitches don’t fuckin’ make sounds.”  

r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_Satoru 

“Sit on his cock love,” Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguru’s lap. “S-Satoru!” “’ Toru!” You and Geto screech at the same time. “C’mon guys, it’s fine I don’t mind, Loosen up!” Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Don’t worry, we’ll have our turn. “I know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?” Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. “Baby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!” Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguru’s broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. “Was it? So, you aren’t wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?” Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured ‘fuck this.’ before grabbing your waist. “Yes! That’s what I thought. Ha!” Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge.  

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[luvyeni]

❛NO NUT NOVEMBER❜ ( s. jake )

p. sim jaeyun x fem!reader w. 2.5k+

— 𖦹 warnings. unprotected sex, name calling, dry humping, name calling

— 𖦹 ( making jakes life a living after he challenges himself with his friends in no nut november ) !

OCTOBER 31, 2023 —  THE NIGHT BEFORE !

“What would do if you had to give up sex for a month?” Heeseung asked, “Could you do it?”  Jay scoffed at the question. “You’re asking Jake of all people.” Jake smirked shamelessly — “Me? I could definitely do it, but my girl? No she would kill me if I didn’t give her what she wants.”

And he wasn’t wrong, you and jake were known as the couple who was still in their honeymoon phase — couldn’t keep your hands off each other. “Don’t blame just yn, you both are two nymphomaniac, neither of you could do it.” Sunghoon said. “You wanna bet?”

“You guys want to make this a competition?” Heeseung said. “Who ever wins, the losers have to all pitch in and buys the winner the newest game system.” Jake eyes widened, he couldn’t past this up — but you were gonna kill him, you weren’t gonna be happy. “Fine I can’t wait to get a new game.” Heeseung said, jake scoffed. “Please you’re gonna be jerking off by 1 o’clock.” He stood up.

“Where are you going jake?” Jay said, he checked the time, 8 o’clock. “Where do you think I still have 4 hours, i’m going home to fuck my girl then beg for her not to kill me.”

“Fuck!” You screamed as jake slammed into your sopping cunt, your ankle digging into his back. “Jake i’m cumming!” You moaned, “I’m cumming!” He grunted, fucking into you, soon his warm load was spilling into your cunt. “Fuck baby you feel so good.” He sighed, slipping out of you. “Fuck baby I love your pussy so much.”

He got up to get a rag to clean you off — leaving you to ponder, this sex felt different, like it felt like the sex you’d have have when he was sorry for something. You watched him clean you up, helping you into a pair of his underwear along with his shirt. “What did you do?” Sat up.

He laid down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. “Well you what No Nut November is right?” Of course you weren’t stupid, you just didn’t think your boyfriend was stupid enough to do something like that — but the look on his face made you think other wise.

“Jake no.” You whined, “i’m sorry baby.” He said. “Why would you even agree to do something like that?” You tried to make sense of it. “A new game system.” He said, you stared blankly at him. “I’ll go buy you the game system now, go get my computer.” You said, he laughed. “No baby, you know I can’t allow you to do that, only I spend money in this relationship.”

“It’s just a month, I swear — besides I can still make you cum in other ways.” All though you love his fingers and his plumps lips — his cock just hit different. “Whenever you need me just need to sit that pretty ass on my face and I can give you what you want.” He smirked. “Or I can use my fingers if you like.” His hands traveled up your legs.

“Let’s go again.” He said, his cock hardening all over again. “No, i’m sleepy.” He whined, knowing you were just punishing him. “Baby please, it’s still 20 minutes left.” He said, but it fell on death ears. “Go jerk off.” You heard him huff, before you heard shuffling and him getting off the bed. “Have fun.” You smirked, you were gonna make him wish he never even thought about this stupid ass challenge.

NOVEMBER — WEEK ONE !

It had been about a week since jake basically put you on a no sex band — you both had been pretty busy with your own separate lives that week, so you were too tired to even think about sex at the end of the day.

But today you both had a day off — and you were definitely feeling needy. “Hi baby.” You walked into the living-room where jake was watching tv. He smiled as you climbed into his lap, his hands resting on your lower back. “Hey princess you okay.”

You nodded, running your hands through his hair. “Just a little bored.” You said, he completely missed what you were implying. “Yeah?” He sighed as you played with his soft locks. “You want to go out and do something?” You shook your head, he closed his eyes, you smirked at how easy your boyfriend was — you don’t even know why he chose to do this.

You began to place little kisses on his jaw, down to his neck. “Baby.” He warned, his breath shaky. “Baby, let’s calm down.” But of course you didn’t listen, jake felt his cock twitching in his jeans, he couldn’t go out like this, he had something to prove, but jesus you weren’t making it easy.

“Jakey i’m just getting myself off, you said I could use you if I needed.” You smirked, grinding down on his boner. “Y-yeah baby, but -fuck- just let me eat you then.” He groaned, but you didn’t answer, too busy trying to get yourself off.

He groaned as you rocked back and forth, your moans wrapping around his brain. “Jake!” You squealed. “Jakey i’m gonna cum.” He was fighting demons right now — trying his best not to lift you up and fuck you stupid on the couch. “Fuck i’m cumming!” You yelled, legs shaking as you came.

“Baby.” He whined, his cock was hard as a fucking rock — he was scared to even think a dirty thought cause he wasn’t sure that we wasn’t going to cum untouched. “You cannot do that, i’m not gonna make it if you’re like this.” He said. You smiled, sitting up kissing his cheek. “Just cause you did this to yourself doesn’t mean I should suffer should I?” you got off the couch.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his cock still hard. “Gonna shower, i’m all sticky and sweaty.” He groaned, throwing his head back against the couch.

You were not gonna make this easy for him at all.

NOVEMBER — WEEK TWO !

“Please.” You begged, but jake wasn’t letting up. “It’s just a shower.” You pouted, he couldn’t say no to that — but he knew you weren’t gonna just shower with him in peace. “baby I know where you’re going with this.”

“Please, just a shower, I swear.” He look into your puppy like eyes, he sighed — how was he so desperately wrapped around your fingers. “Fine, just a shower.” You nodded, grabbing his hand guiding you to your shared bedroom.

You undressed yourself — jakes eyes traveled across your body, your perky boobs on display, your plump ass on display as you turned on the water. “Come on.” He waited for you to step in before he followed, standing behind you. “Jesus princess this water is hot as hell.”

You smiled, turning around facing him, reaching up wrapping your arms around his shoulders, the water running down your body, in between your boobs — you weren’t even doing anything but his cock was already hardening, twitching against your stomach. “Shit baby, I don’t think I can be in here long, your pretty body is too distracting.”

“Why wont you just quit them?” Your hand traced up and down his abs — light grazing his cock, but it was enough to have him hissing. “it’s just a stupid game system.” You said, he groaned — he knew you’d be like this, but he fell right into your trap anyway. “It’s not just the game, it’s to prove I have self control.”

“You don’t and that’s why I love you.” You kissed his chest, he sighed. “Im so horny jakey.” You whined, he closed his eyes trying to calm down. “You want me to finger you princess?” He hoped that would calm you down, but you just whined, shaking your head. “Your fingers aren’t enough anymore, I need your cock.”

You grabbed the base of his cock. “B-baby.” He stuttered. “I need you inside me.” You prayed he’d let up and fuck you — you almost had him. “Please.”

Fuck he couldn’t, he had something to prove. “Baby im sorry.” He said, you pouted. “Just a little longer I swear.” You released his cock and he let out a groan. “You’re so mean.” You pouted, he smiled. “Don’t smile at me.” You said, folding your arms.

“You almost had me baby.” He kissed your forehead. “Now im gonna get out and let you finish your shower.” He said, stepping out wrapping his towel around his waist. “What about me, im still horny.”

“you said it yourself princess, my fingers aren’t enough anymore.” He teased, leaving the bathroom. You cursed, he won this time.

But you weren’t gonna let him win that easily…

NOVEMBER — FINAL WEEK !

“Fuck.” He groaned, looking at the numerous of photos and videos you decided to grace him with — he had to stay at his dorm this week, but that didn’t stop you from torturing him via messages. His cock was desperately trying to free itself from his jeans as he looked at a video that you sent of you rutting against his pillow.

“Fuck shes trying to kill me.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “The hell is wrong with you?” Jay said. “You’ve been groaning for the past hour, someone might think we’re in here doing something.” Jake couldn’t even laugh he was that turned on.

“It’s yn, she has not been easy on me these past couple weeks.” He said, jay laughed watching his friend stress out. “Yeah, haha make fun of me, how the hell are you not going through what i’m going through?” He and jay were the last ones standing with heeseung out the second week — claiming he’d just buy the game himself, and sunghoon who found himself giving up the night of jakes birthday party, with one of your friends.

“Because i’m not a sex crazed person and I can control myself.” Jay said, jake groaned once again. “I didn’t expect her to be like this.” He said looking at the the newest photo of you, your fingers stuffed in your soaking cunt. “Are you seriously looking at nudes of your girlfriend right now while i’m talking to you?” Jay said, face full of disgust, standing up. “Jesus at least wait until I leave the room.” He said.

“i’m not giving up that easy!” He yelled, grabbing a towel, cold showers were like his best friend as of lately.

He couldn’t wait until this dumb challenge was over.

NOVEMBER 30, 2023 11:57 !

‘Fuck you, you just had to go and win.’ ‘you actually beat me, you fucking asshole.’ ‘what games do you want?’

He smiled victoriously at the text messages from his friends. He checked the time, and he was just on time — he got up, going into your shared bedroom, you were so unaware, watching the tv not paying attention to the time, like he had for the entire day.

“I won.” He said, finally gaining your attention. “Huh?” You turned to him confused. “What are you talking about?” You were laughing, but the way you had teased jake almost every day this month, you soon weren’t about to be. “I won the game, jay lasted until a few minutes ago.”

You checked the time, your heart sank — it was now midnight, December 1 — you were starting to regret doin everything you did during the month. “Jake.”

Before you could say anything else his lips were crashing into yours. He messily kissed you, trying to get his shirt over his head. Once he did that, he pulled away his lips swollen and red, both of you breathless. “I was gonna be nice princess, but you haven’t been nice to me at all this months.” He rid himself of pants, climbing on the bed. “Jake I was needy and you were ignoring me.” You pouted, trying to find a way out of it.

“Yeah, so that means act like a slut?” He slapped your thigh, pushing them open. “So desperate to get off you even humped my pillow like a bitch in heat.” You moaned out, you missed this. “Couldn’t get wait, just had to cum.” He cupped your heat. “Your pussy is soaking through your panties.”

He practically ripped your panties off. “Even through all the teasing I was gonna treat my baby like this princess she use to be, but then earlier you decided to hump my thigh like a needy whore.” He manhandled you on to your stomach, lifting your hips up, putting a pillow down for comfort. “so now i’m gonna fuck you like a needy whore.”

This is all you wanted — for the entire month this is all you wanted, was for him to fuck you stupid. “Pl-please jakey.” You moaned, he slapped your ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He pumped his cock, groaning as he pressed his tip at your entrance. “Shut up and take my fucking cock.”

He slammed into you without easing in, you let out a scream of pleasure as his cock stretched out your cunt. “Fuck your pussy is so tight.” He had to calm himself down, he was so pent up he felt like he was gonna cum if he moved. “Missed it so much.”

You wiggled your hips impatiently. “J-jake please.” You whined, he slapped your ass. “Fuck.” He pulled out, slamming back in. “So fucking impatient.” He moved his hips. “Couldn’t even wait a second.” He grunted, gripping your hips as he roughly fucked into you. “Jake.”

He let out all his pent up frustrations on your poor cunt, pushing your back down into a a deeper arch — his cock hitting a new spot, you were gripping the pillows as he plowed into you. “That’s it, take my cock slut.” He grunted.

You felt yourself about to cum, your cunt tightening around his cock. “No baby, you don’t get to cum right now, fucking hold it.” He growled, you whined. “J-jake please.” You begged, tears welding in your eyes. “I said fucking hold it slut.”

He kept going, you could no longer hold it. “Jake!” You screamed, tear streaming down your eyes. “Cum, go a ahead and cum slut.” He slapped your ass once more, you screamed cumming around his cock. “That’s it cream my cock -fuck- i’m about about to cum inside your pussy.” He grunted, thrusting a few times. “Fuck!” He came with a moan, filling your cunt up with his cum.

He gave you a few second to compose yourself, before handling you back on your back. “I’m not done baby.” He grabbed the base of his cock, positioning it at your hole that was leaking with his cum, pushing himself back into your hole. “Jake, fuck!” You screamed.

“Gonna fuck you as many times as you teased me, gonna leave your pussy sore.”

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Not me being an absolute slut for step dad Gojo and Uncle Nanami!?!? 😩 sharing is caring!

-Very Much Embarrassed Anon🫂

PERHAPS i got carried away but i hope u enjoy this !! luxe write something under 1k challenge: impossible x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, step/incest, fem!reader, step dad!gojo, uncle!nanamin, implied virgin!reader, threesome, vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, possessive!gojo, daddy kink, praise, pull out method, orgasm denial, noncon photo taking, slight oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking.

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“You know you’re too young for boys, right?” your step-father reminds you, like it’s a mantra he’s told you again and again for years. It isn’t a suggestion or a thought he’s choosing to share. It’s an instruction. “I don’t want you to think because you’re all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.”

“I- I know, Satoru.” you smile at him.

Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dad’s brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.

“I know you’re a good girl, sweetheart.” he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanami’s eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.

He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.

His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldn’t pry. He knows he shouldn’t pry. But he can’t seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.

“What did I just say?” he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at arm’s length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.

“He was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You don’t need to worry…” you tell him. Of course this would happen. He’s always been stupidly over protective.

“Well you don’t, do you? That’s what I’m here for. Hell, I’m sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.” Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. “In fact, you’re grounded. I’m keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.”

“But—!”

“Don’t whine, I’ll write you a note.” he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. “Go upstairs.”

You huff, but grab your bag and do as you’re told. It’s not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood he’s in you suppose you’ll have to be stealthy about it.

“You’re too harsh on her.” Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. “She’s curious, you can’t do anything about that. It’s not like she’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Tch. Spare me.” he laughs lightly. “You think I don’t know why you’re here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.”

And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanami’s face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known he’d always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?

“I haven’t…” he clears his throat. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “If I’m bein’ honest… I don’t really care. Who am I to stop you? I’m not blood… like you. Sick fuck.” he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanami’s panic-stricken eyes.

Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. It’s not like he’s concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. He’s tolerated him, sure, but he’s a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.

“I don’t like this either.” he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. “But she doesn’t respect you, Satoru. She doesn’t even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isn’t going to listen to you. Not really.”

“But…” he leans over the table with a smug grin. “She respects you, doesn’t she? Her favourite uncle. I don’t like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I don’t want her around that.”

“No… maybe she won’t go searching for it if she’s better educated.”

Gojo’s brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.

“Who knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?” Gojo laughs, picking up Nanami’s coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.

You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.

“Come in!” you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.

“Don’t be like that…” Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. “We need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.” he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.

And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How he’s just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How he’s your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.

“I know you’re a woman now, sweetheart, but you’re still daddy’s little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.”

“He- with what?” you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesn’t speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But it’s like he can’t bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. “With what?” you ask again.

 “Well, Nanami said you’re curious. So he’s been fucking you, right?”

“No!” you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?

“I told you, I haven’t slept with her. Don’t tease her or you’ll make things worse.” Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. “But you are curious, aren’t you? You’re getting attention from boys and you’re enjoying it, clearly. They aren’t good for you though, princess. They don’t know how to treat girls right.”

You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.

“Boys that age, sweetheart, they don’t know what they’re doing. Do you touch yourself? ‘m sure you do, I’m not naïve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys don’t care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.” Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.

“Satoru…” you respond, bashfully.

“No.” he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but there’s no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. “I’m your dad like he is your uncle. I’m not Satoru. Who am I?” he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.

“D-Daddy… you’re daddy. ‘m sorry.” you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. “Hng—!”

“Gooood girl.” he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. “I slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?”

“Mhmm…” you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.

It’s sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who you’re actually in the company of. But Nanami doesn’t want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until they’re both puckered and raw.

“Sit her up, and sit behind her.” Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. You’re moved like you’re weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. “Do not tell your mother about this, understand?”

You nod, obediently. You wouldn’t dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately he’d longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now it’s closer to an angry shade of red.

He really is desperate.

You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.

“Fuuuuck, you weren’t lyin’. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?” Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. “Relax, baby. Clampin’ so much you’re gonna push me out.” he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.

“D-Daddy!” you gasp, back arching against Nanami’s chest before he pulls you back towards him.

“We’re so proud of you, princess.” Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he can’t really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. “Why don’t you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?”

“Oh? Now that I’d like to see.” Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. “Oh… there, huh? Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you right there.” Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.

Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum he’s spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.

“Perfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.” Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. You’re almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.” Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. “Go on… show her.”

Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like you’re his own personal cocksleeve.

It’s relentless and dizzying and you don’t know how to settle. You can’t possibly as you’re ruined from both ends. There’s no reprieve, there’s no way to relax. You’re trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isn’t that.

They’ve ran out of patience with you.

It doesn’t matter which way you try to retreat, you’re only encouraging the other one. More of Nanami’s cock down your throat and more of Gojo’s hitting your g-spot.

“W-We’ll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.” Gojo tells you, but it’s more like he’s telling himself. He knows he can’t cum inside. He can’t, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. “College guys, they like- leaving their- mark.” he thrusts again and again until he’s on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life won’t be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. He’ll lose everything.

And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanami’s length, though you still can’t pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.

He’s usually so sweet and patient.

He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.

“College guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.” Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. You’ve been neglected in the worst way, and it’s dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanami’s pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.

“College guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.” Nanami warns you.

“But we’ll just keep these between ourselves.” Satoru promises you. “I think it’s only fair we didn’t let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.”

“I think she’s learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.” Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. “Fucking college boys doesn’t sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if you’re a good girl.”

You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.

“’m s-sorry, daddy.” you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.

“Awe… sweet.” Gojo smiles, circling the bed so he’s standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. “I think we’re owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.”

“T-Thank you,” you sniff, again, “Thank you, d-daddy. Thank you, uncle Nanamin.”

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my love if i may request a whiskey with dbf!joel or dbf!bucky with the prompt “i’ve wanted this for so long” and mayhaps if it’s not too much to ask for but some breeding kink👀👉🏻👈🏻

Promises, Promises.

warnings - smut. cursing.

I figured I'd make this dbf!bucky, because i've done a dbf!joel fic for this celebration already. y'all, I read the words dad's best friend and go fucking feral. this one got away from me.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

You're the last person Bucky expected to be at his front door at 3am.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Locked myself out of my goddamn house, and my parents are still on vacation. Can I crash here tonight? Please?"

Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?

"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."

The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.

"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"

He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."

"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.

"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."

"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."

You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.

"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."

"I'm... what?"

"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."

You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.

"Is that so?"

"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."

He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.

"He's wrong."

"Is that so?"

You roll your eyes.

"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."

Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.

"He's your age."

"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."

He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.

"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"

Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.

"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."

"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."

"Me too."

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.

Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.

You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.

"Strip."

You blink at him, processing.

"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."

You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.

Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.

"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"

"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."

You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.

"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."

"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."

He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"

You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"

The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.

"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."

His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.

"House first."

"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.

"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."

He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.

You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.

You'll deal with the repercussions later.

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[evie-sturns]

𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙩𝙨 - 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: chris is by far the best boyfriend you could've asked for, he's sweet, caring and adores you, except for when it comes to hooking up.. he fucks you like he hates your guts.

warnings: smut, slight choking, rough chris, hair pulling, fluff, aftercare (lots of it), swearing.

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♫..he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts...♫

3:37pm

chris and I have spent the past few hours together around the mall, and he hasn't let me pay for anything.

"oh my goodness chris look!" i exclaim, pointing towards Brandy Melville, he laughs softly as i drag him by his wrist towards the entrance.

"don't you go here every day?" he asks with a wide grin, "no..." i cheekily smile back.

i pick out a small pyjama set, holding it up to chris's eye level. "i think i should buy it" i say, digging through my purse for my card. he nods slowly, "hey gorgeous, i'll hold that for you okay?" chris takes the set off me, holding it with 2 fingers.

before i can process whats going on hes at the counter swiping his card. my eyebrows scrunch, "chris stop!" i say, trotting over to him.

"my treat" he says stupidly back, elbowing me lightly. he takes my hand, pulling us out of the store as he hands me the clothes.

"chris let me cash app you please i feel guilty." i say, looking up at him. "honestly it doesn't matter to me." he says back, squeezing my hand assuringly. "chris-" i say, but instantly getting cut off by him, "no, 'means nothing to me yeah?" he says.

"okay mr rich." i scoff back, he shakes his head with a smile, then sweeps me up off my feet and carries me to the car, i protest the whole time.

8:31pm

"here you are!" i smile, handing chris his phone before plopping down on the couch next to him. he gives me a warm smile as he stretches out on the couch, inviting me to lay ontop of him.

"what are we watching?" i ask, shifting slightly on his body, trying to get comfortable.

a small groan escapes his mouth, which he 'subtly' disguises with a cough, "chris?" i question again, my eyebrows scrunching. i roll over off of him, his forehead is decorated with small droplets of sweat, causing his baby hairs to stick to his face.

“you oka-“ i’m instantly cut off by his sudden movement where he sits up and grabs my waist.

“here’s what’s gonna happen yeah?” he starts, his eyes fixated on mine.

“you’re gonna strip and turn around for me, understand?”

i nod with a small hum.

standing up off the couch, i drop my shorts to my ankles, followed by my shirt and bra.

i turn around, following chris’s instructions.

“did i tell you to keep those on?” he says, staring at the thin piece of material covering my last bit of dignity.

“chris what’s going on-“

“no.” he interrupts me again.

i shimmy my panties down my thighs, soon they follow the rest of my clothes in a heaped pile on the floor.

“that’s right.” he says in a low voice. “on your knees.”

i fall down onto my knees, looking over my shoulder at chris.

he heaves himself up off the couch and walks over in front of me, his bulge inches away from my nose. i take a deep breath as he pulls down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers.

chris doesnt move.

i look up at him with doe eyes, "please.?" i ask softly.

"please what." chris instantly snaps back.

"you know.." i say, toying with the waistband of his boxers.

"i don't know actually." he teases.

"go on, what do you want to do?" chris says, his hand resting on the back of my hair and playing with it soothingly.

i sigh, my cheeks flush as i spit out the sentence "let me suck it"

he nods, thats enough of a signal i need before im practically tearing his boxers off him.

his length springs out, tapping his stomach lightly.

i instantly wrap 2 of my hands around his base, squeezing lightly, i feel 1 of chris’s hands grip the back of my head, his long fingers intertwined in my brunette locks.

i feel him guide me by my hair closer to his tip, willingly i start to kitten lick, earning a desperate groan from chris.

i wrap my lips around him, he takes it as an invitation to start fucking my face.

he slowly tilts his hips foward, encouraging inches of his length deeper into my mouth.

i feel his tip kiss the back of my throat, i squeeze my eyes shut as chris stops his movements, i hum around him

chris starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, his hands growing tighter in my hair as pleasured whimpers fall from his mouth.

i grip the back of the brown haired boys thighs with my hand, “fuck..” i hear him curse before abruptly pulling out of my mouth.

a soft cough exits my throat as i wipe my mouth, saliva somehow on my cheeks.

before i can process what’s going on chris has grabbed my hand firmly, he pulls me up off the floor and into his arms.

he carries us out of the living room into our bedroom, throwing me down onto the bed, his heavy pants fill the room as i lay still on my back, my thighs inching apart as the familiar heat rises through my core.

“you want it?” chris asks, his voice low and croaky.

“please..” i whisper, staring into his eyes.

without another word he’s fully inside of me, a loud squeal escapes my mouth as he grips my waist, slamming into me with passion.

chris isn’t small, quite the opposite actually, in the 6 months we’ve been dating we haven’t fucked that often, only a handful of times due to his schedule so it would be wrong for me to say i’m used to his size.

his hands grip the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart painfully wide.

“look at you hm? taking it all without being able to keep your mouth shut?” chris scoffs, his pace never daring to slow.

those two sentences around make me clench hard around him, “chris- fuck!” i scream, my hands gripping his back.

“don’t fucking come yet, i never said you could.” his voice is almost angry, i know he isn’t though but holy shit.

i can’t even stop it, the knot in my stomach snaps. chris’s eyes brows raise, his pupils staring into my squinted eyes. he continues to thrust into me desperately, i whine from the sensitivity

“no, you decided to come early so now your gonna have to be fucked while your sensitive.”

“chris..” i groan, my brain clouded with the post orgasm

my heart picks up as he places one hand on my throat, he’s never done this before.

he squeezes lightly, ever so slightly holding me down to the matress

after a few seconds he pulls out, almost instantly finishing on my stomach with a low moan.

chris instantly lets go of my waist and throat, he sits down on the bed next to me and pulls me into an embrace. he strokes my hair frantically.

“are you okay? y/n sweetheart.” he says his voice lightly panicked.

i let out a small laugh, i’m in a state of shock from how fast his mood switches but i can’t complain,

i have no reason to.

chris’s face lights up with an innocent smile as he paints my face in kisses.

he slowly stands up, carrying me to the bathroom. the brunette shuts the toilet lid, placing me down on-top of it as he rummages through the cabinets.

my legs shake from the intensity, which chris seems to pick up on.

“shit- i’m so sorry are you okay? was it too much?”

i shake my head “chris no, it was really fucking good..” i say, my voice breaking with a smile.

“are you okay though? did i hurt you at all?” chris says while pulling a small towel out of the drawer, wetting it with warm water.

“chris im okay i liked it.”

“but if you didn’t like it just tell me okay? i would never be upset.” he says, walking over to me and bending down between my legs.

i spread my legs on the cold seat, “can i clean you up gorgeous?” he asks, holding the warm damp flame in one hand.

“yeah- yes..” i say, wiping my face.

chris dabs lightly at my thighs and around my hole, “this okay?” he speaks like he’s talking to a child.

“oh shit what-“ chris says, his eyes drawn on my stomach which is painted in white streaks.

“that was me? jesus i was in a trance or some shit” chris says, shaking his head as he wipes it off.

“okay i’m gonna get us some clothes okay?” he says, standing up with a grunt. chris walks out of the bathroom and comes back several minutes later fully dressed and holding a pile of neatly folded fresh love.

“you need help getting up?” he smiles, a sorry expression on his face. i stick my hand up which he grabs, gently lifting me up onto my feet.

“okay just try out your arms up for me” chris says with a concentrated look on his face.

he slides the sweater over my body, followed by the matching sweatpants.

he lets out a small sigh “feeling good?” he asks, picking me up again.

“thank you chris.” i say burying my face in the crook of his neck, his long hair brushing against my face.

“comfy?” he says, placing me down on the sheets that are now crumpled from my deadly grip on them 15 minutes ago.

he lays down next to me, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.

“i’m sorry about the choking thing-“ he starts, but i cut him off.

“stop apologising chris, these past 30 minutes have been the hottest moments of your whole life, and i’d gladly do it again in an hour.”

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@leah-loves-lilies @braindead4l @suyqa @chrisstopherfilmed

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[angelltheninth]

May I please request Bucky Barnes x female reader and her saying it's to big 

Fuck yes, activating my size kink I see.

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, praise, size kink, mating press, clit stimulation, slight self-doubt from Reader, gentle!Bucky

Word count: 0.8k

Ao3

A/N: I'm a little bit behind on the MCU but I'll catch up before The Marvels for sure.

When Bucky told you he was big you did believe him but at the same time how big could he really be right? Big enough to need to make you come with his fingers first and even then he hesitated. You did too, when you saw how long and thick he was. "I get why you wanted to use all that lube."

Bucky laughed to himself as he pulled his fingers away from your folds, "Is it warm? My fingers would be a little cold otherwise. Also, I wanted to get the flavored one so you could do this." He pushed his two fingers into your mouth, tasting so sweet that you could have made yourself come again just from sucking his fingers off. "I'm gonna put it in now okay? If it's too much tell me and I can back off."

With a wet pop you released his fingers but not his arm, instead pushing it to your boob, feeling the cold metal of his palm against your stiff nipple. It was always odd to you, how despite it not being that cold most of the time there was a noticeable temperature difference between his left and right hands. His cock was always warm for you though.

Your hips jumped when the broad tip pushed past your entrance, his cock barely sinking in before your body was screaming that it was too much for you despite the careful prep and how wet you were. "You're too big, feels like... if you push it in I... I'm sorry but..." Bucky's hands cupped your cheeks, slowly moving them up and down, his cock very still.

"It's okay. We said we'd go slow remember? You've done amazing for me so far. I can feel your pussy tightening up, sucking me in, wanting my cock. I know you can take me, I'll help you. Trust me?" His big eyes were so full of love, and tiny bit of worry, but he was touching you so slowly, almost making you forget about the uncomfortable pressure between your thighs.

"I trust you with my life Bucky. I do. But I... what if I can't take you? I don't want you to be disappointed and-" His finger pressed against your lips, shushing your self-doubts. He smiled, his cock sinking in a bit more. This time you bit his finger, not too hard cause you didn't want to break your teeth. "Bucky."

When you stopped whimpering he moved his hands to your hips instead, "Gonna lift you up a little, might make it easier for you to take me from a different angle."

That angle turned out to be your legs over his shoulders, him almost squatting and your hands clenching desperately into the sheets as his cock dove in deeper. He was about half way when he stopped to breathe.

"Look at it baby, look at where you're taking me, look at how your cunt spreads open for my cock. This is yours now okay? You can ride it any time you want. Once you get used to my size, I just know you'll be unable to get enough. It's the perfect size for me to sink my cock into when I come home don't you think? Aren't you perfect for me?" He waited, warm lips pressed against your ankle, your ass resting against his muscular thighs, his warm fingers still on your clit. He was like a dream come true.

"Yeah. Perfect. You're perfect. We are perfect. A perfect fit, your big cock in me." There was just a bit his length left. It began to hurt, so much, which was apparent in your whimpers. You couldn't take the rest of him like this so you reached down and started rubbing your clit, feeling spikes of pleasure as your pussy tightened around Bucky's dick. "I need to come."

Bucky seemed hypnotized by your fingers moving between your legs, he moved his away so he could have the perfect view of what you were doing. "That's beautiful, yeah keep going, come all over my dick." His voice was so breathy, like he couldn't believe you were doing this in front of him with this much confidence. "So good, I'll make your pussy feel even better."

He started moving slowly, pulling out to the tip and then back in, each time past the previous point. You didn't know if you should look at his cock, your hand, or Bucky's eyes. Oh. His eyes were fluttering. He was close too. Well that gave you even more of a reason to take all of him, to come.

"So deep." You gasped, our fingers rolling over your clit in quick circles right before your vision went white and you felt it, Bucky's big cock, buried inside you to the balls.

"You did it baby, you took all of me, that's my good girl, my perfect girl. I knew you could, you look so sexy right now." He could only thrust in a few times, full, deep, complete thrusts and then you were truly filled up. A wave of warm, thick, gooey cum splashing your insides, flowing into your womb, dripping from your abused pussy while Bucky seemed determined to fuck it back in, to not let a drop go to waste.

#bucky barns x reader #bucky smut #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #marvel x reader #marvel smut #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu fanfic #mcu smut #bucky barnes x you #marvel x you #mcu x you #bucky barnes smut #marvel x female reader #mcu x female reader #bucky x female reader

[notjustjavierpena]

Gush

A/N: Just pure filth.

Summary: Joel, your dad’s best friend, teaches you how to come with your clit untouched.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), dad’s best friend, daddy kink (yeah it was bound to happen), pet names, innocence kink, age gap, dirty talk, fingering, squirting, only very brief piv sex, unprotected sex

Word count: 1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48494866

Gush

You let out a frustrated groan as you look up at the ceiling, arms crossed over your chest and with the prettiest pout that Joel has ever seen displayed on anyone’s face. He sits on his knees in front of your naked body, cock heavy between his legs but with no intention of using it on you and thus making you even more bitter about the situation.

“It’s not going to happen, daddy,” you say as you avoid Joel’s soft eyes. He rubs a hand over your naked belly, skimming it across the sensitive skin below your belly button. He isn’t going to give up. 

“Well, no, not if ya don’t relax,” he says with a smug chuckle. You try to cross your legs to get him to go away, but he catches you by your ankles and places each of your feet flat on the bed again, “Stay, sweetheart. We’ll keep going until we get it right.”

You’ve been at it for what feels like hours now, but Joel hasn’t made you come yet with your clit untouched but oh, you have been on the brink so many times that your cunt is throbbing and a steadily growing pool of arousal is forming on his bedsheets. It’s beginning to feel ridiculous, especially when he bats your hand away when you try to take matters into your own hands. 

“Daddy knows exactly how you touch yourself, I don’t needa see it again,” he had told you after your third attempt to sneak a hand down to your clit. 

Now, you’ve given up coming anytime soon, but Joel is still determined as ever. He runs his thick fingers through your folds once more to slick up his fingers, then twists his wrist and inserts two fingers into your already stretched pussy. 

“You know,” you say after a soft moan, deciding to look down once again to see his digits stretch you open, “I have to be home for dinner in an hour. Dad’s lighting up the barbecue.” 

“He told me he was getting it out for the first time this summer,” he small talks back at you, curling his fingers inside of you and finding your eyes with his own, “There, yeah?”

He rubs once and you nod, moaning as he starts up a rhythm of his fingers slowly fucking against your g-spot. You shift a little, relax a bit further into the mattress and let your knees fall out to the sides. 

“Don’t think of anything from now on, just of this,” he says quietly, pumping his digits in and out of you. 

It starts out completely the same, and it’s enough to make you want to cuss at him. You know better than that though, and let out a whine, “It’s not going to work. Just rub my clit, daddy, please. It hurts now.” 

“Shut up, I got something I want to try,” he coaxes your orgasm a little further. It’s the same build-up; something pooling in the pits of your stomach and tugging from inside your womb, but God, you need that little extra thing to tip you over the edge. 

Or do you? Something changes then, and you realize that Joel’s other hand is resting just above your pubic bone. He pushes down gently and gradually speeding up his fingers, creating more pressure and friction inside of you. 

“What’re…?” You let out a gasp that even surprises yourself, your toes starting to curl and your clit starting to pulse as if begging to be paid attention to, “Touch my clit. Please, oh— f— Joel, daddy. Touch it. Keep going, no, touch it.”

“No,” he says, beckoning your orgasm closer with his fingers. He makes a come-hither motion over and over again, keeping his other hand still on your belly until he can feel his fingers moving inside your cunt, “Wanna see that cute fucking clit pulse just for me, ain’t gonna be able to see it if my fingers are on it, baby girl.”

You panic a little when a new sensation starts coming from inside of you. It’s a form of pressure that you’re familiar with but not during sex, and you start thrashing a little to get him off, “Joel! Joel, I swear, I— I’m gonna pee. If you don’t stop, I’ll… oh my God, Joel, I’m fucking serious. You’re gonna make me— make me…”

You come with a high-pitched moan as all the tension in your body snaps. Every nerve-ending in your clit is on fire with sweet contractions of pleasure, and suddenly your whole heartbeat goes straight to between your thighs as your cunt spasms from clit to slit. It wants something more though, because your legs won’t stop violently shaking, and Joel seems to know exactly what that is. 

Without saying a thing, he removes his fingers from you and you fear that you might actually have pissed his bed because, without warning, a wet gush has stained the sheets between him and you. 

His fingers enter you once more, and you’re ready to cry as he causes another gush of clear liquid to squirt onto the mattress. It feels so fucking good despite how embarrassing it feels, climax slowly fading as he repeats the move a few more times. 

You collapse completely when he finally lets go of you with both his hands. You’re panting softly into the bedroom, and he gets the shirt he had worn earlier off the floor to cover the stained sheets. 

“Holy shit, the princess squirts,” Joel laughs as he crawls on top of you, but it’s a laugh filled with wonder and excitement. He looks younger like this, you think.

He hovers above you, reaches down to guide his hard cock inside of your still sensitive cunt. Both of you gasp in unison, but you’ve never heard his voice so cocky, “You, young lady, are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen when you come like that.” 

It’s enough to make any sense of embarrassment go away, and you can’t wait to ask him to do it again. 

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel x reader #joel x you #my writing #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel tlou #tlou #joel the last of us #dbf!joel

[back2bluesidex]

Seven Days a Week - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, Fluff if you squint

Wordcount: 1k

Summary: Jungkook promised himself that he will be fucking you right seven days a week.

Warnings: Soft sex, vanilla sex, missionary position, Jungkook is soft with her but kinda persistent (in a good way), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up). NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Permanent Taglist is now updated. Also, I hope you are suffering with me.

“Jungkook… I am still sore from last night.” You breathe out, voice barely a level above of what they call a whisper. 

‘Oh yeah? Then should I go slow right now?” Jungkook’s voice gets muffled as he nips on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His hands are lost under the blanket, tracing the lines of your body ever so gently. 

“What I am saying is- ah” you get interrupted as Jungkook grabs your left inner thigh and squeezes it hard enough to make your core leak instantly. He really knows your body too well. 

“What I am saying is” you attempt again, “we could skip fucking today.” 

“If it’s what you want then we won’t fuck today.” Jungkook replies. His lips do an incredible job in leaving wet kisses all over your throat and collarbone. 

“But baby-” his hand now hovers above your wet core as he works his way to cup your heat through the thin material of your panty, “-your cunt says otherwise. I think it’s begging for some attention.” 

You let out a low moan before playfully scoffing at your unbearably handsome boyfriend, “is that so? Or is it your morning boner that needs some attention?” 

“I think both of us are at the same place, baby. So let’s help each other out, yeah?” he gets up from his position, taking his hands and mouth away from you for a bit. Reaching for the sheets, he throws the blanket off of your naked body and hovers above you. 

“You are very sly, Jungkook.” You smirk at him. 

“Nope. I am just devoted to you. And my devotion is deeper than the ocean.” he replies briefly before reaching down and kissing your mound through the lace of your underwear. His teeth do their job of grabbing the hem of the panty, pulling that down to your ankles and leaving your glistening cunt exposed for his view. 

“Fuck. So fucking gorgeous.” He talks to your cunt. His left thumb files on autopilot and lands on your clit. He runs his thumb up and down through your slippery folds. You murmur his name shamelessly as he puts the pad of his thumb flat on your clit before proceeding to rub gentle circles on it. 

One of the many things you love about Jungkook is his duality. Last night he fucked you dumb, it was animalistic to say the least. But right now he is softer than he has ever been. He gently handles you as if you’re a fragile porcelain doll. 

Jungkook warps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it lazily. He flicks the hardened nub with his tongue and you lose your shit a bit. 

His middle finger probes into your entrance. You hiss at the contact. 

“Does it hurt?” he asks, staring at your face while his mouth stays close to your nipple. 

“A bit. But I can take it.” You reply, giving him a small smile. 

“Good girl.” he places a soft kiss on the swell of your left tit. His finger plunges right in you as he teases your walls for a bit. 

“Do you think you can take me in now?” Jungkook questions. You nod in affirmation. 

He climbs off the bed in order to strip his boxers off. 

You take the opportunity to admire this marvelous piece of art disguised as a man. His dark disheveled hair falling on his neck, that lip piercing that makes you wanna taste the metal every now and then, that build chest and toned abs that make you weak on your knees, every single thing about him complement the way he carries himself. He knows his effects all too well and the smug confidence makes you fall for him harder and harder. 

Your boyfriend starts hovering above you while positioning his cock right in front of your entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he breathes out, putting the tip of his cock inside your hole. 

“Okay.” you reply. Your hands find their way around Jungkook’s neck as you pull him down for a kiss. 

The kiss is soft and slow, neither rushed nor hungry, and you love it. 

He slides inside you easier than your anticipation. He gives you time to adjust before he starts moving slowly. His body crashes yours as he puts his weight down on you. 

Grabbing your thighs, he locks those around his torso to bottom you out. His pace gets faster with each passing second but it doesn’t get too overbearing. You feel nice, you feel way too good, oh sweet lord, you feel heavenly. This is the first time you are having slow sex with your boyfriend ever since you got together. 

Honestly, you both are too kinky to have vanilla sex and the prospect of the same never really amazed you. But right now, you can’t seem to wrap your head around the pleasure you are feeling despite the complete lack of dirty words, groping, grabbing, and so on. 

You feel the familiar heat building at the bottom of your stomach. 

“Jungkook, I am close.” You whisper in his ear, which is right beside your lips as your boyfriend is way too busy sucking bruises on your skin.

“Hold it for a bit. Let’s cum together.” he mumbles against your throat. 

With a roll of his hip, he hits your g-spot and you feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head. 

“Now.” Jungkook commands and you cum on his cock. A second later he fills your cunt with his hot white disposal that messily runs down your inner thigh and drops on the bed sheet.  

Both of you pant for a bit and then you manage to voice, “Do you really have to fuck me everyday?” 

“Well, I promised myself, I’ll be fucking you right seven days a week.” he smirks.

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“you still mad at me?” while balls deep with rafe 😵‍💫😵‍💫.

GODDDD U ATE W THIS PROMPT 😩 like my jaw dropped

rafe was always doing this.

he’d make empty promises, plans even — talk to you all sweet with a warm hand on your back whispering suggestion of “that was the last time i’m getting involved with all that crazy shit, baby. i swear. s’just me you n’me now, you hear me?” and you being the fool, believed him.

until of course you’re catching him pulling back up to the drive on his motorcycle, yanking his helmet off with that ill-tempered expression of his that just tells you enough that somethings gone on, you know, the one where his teeth are grit, lips pressed together like they’d been sewn shut. that’s not even where it ends, because often times barry is close behind, pulling up alone side so they can debrief loudly in the living room, stinking up the place with pot. even if you were mad, you know the rules. no coming down the stairs when barry’s over.

you almost had started to enjoy the feeling of sulking when rafe would eventually skulk up the stairs after barry had left, shoulders heavy and ready to grovel. naturally, you put up quite the fight — and what might surprise you is that rafe let’s you mouth off, even if he knows you don’t understand the importance of his situation and likely never will.

“again and again rafe! how many times am i gonna have to put up with you just running off to god knows where when you promise me you’re not doing all that anymore! you were supposed to be with me today!” you nearly stomp your foot, that last sentence coming out childishly like an abandoned middle child. he nods, jaw ticking as he stares at the ground scratching his forehead, waiting for his lashing to end. once the tears start to roll, that’s his queue. like clockwork.

“come on, hey. y’know i love you, sweetheart. i’m sorry, okay?” he rushes to your side, sliding right up next to you on the bed and thumbing at the first batch of tears on your cheek, his hand so large it cups your skull at the same time. you want to preen into his touch, so elated with any affection after a day of missing him, worrying about him — but you don’t, because you’re still mad. be strong, you tell yourself.

you’re weak. you hate yourself.

not even 10 minutes of your sobbing and complaining later and he’s got your legs over his broad shoulders, balls slapping lewdly against you whilst he all but pumps you. his hands that are on your waist, using you as leverage reposition themselves so that he’s holding himself up over you more. a large hand wraps gently around your ankle as he does so, making sure your leg doesn’t slide off the strong slopes of his shoulder.

squeals and more tears are being punched out of you with each thrust, but he can see you physically relaxing, he can see you reaching out to him with a wobbling bottom lip so that you can hold onto his arms like you always do when he fucks you. it’s neutralising you.

“fuck, that’s m’girl.” he pants, mouth gaping at the way your pussy flutters around him. you’re so reactive to his voice he can’t believe it, never having met anyone who is so enamoured with everything he does. shit, maybe he should treat you better after all. he keeps talking, because he thinks you deserve to cum a whole bunch tonight, after putting up with all his shit. having a girlfriends made him gone all soft.

“you still mad at me?” he tilts his head, and you’re not sure if it’s intended to be mean or mocking, because it certainly doesn’t come out that way — his voice kind and eyes kinder, rolling the well kept muscles in his core to grind his cock against that spongey spot deep within. you don’t answer his question, clinging onto that last crumb of dignity and restraint. you pout through your whimpers, turning your head a little. he takes that opportunity to burrow down into your neck, his open mouth panting against your tepid skin as he speaks lowly again. “dont be mad at me baby. i’m only tryna look after my girl, you want that right?”

“mhm…” you reply before you permit yourself.

he slides his arms under you now, letting your legs down from his shoulders to hook around his waist instead. he’s holding your body close to his as he grinds, his pelvis smushed against your clit, making your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re so god damn close it hurts and you’ll do anything to cum.

“so good to me, baby.” he sighs and you cry out, arching your body harder to his. “i know. let it out. i’m so bad to you sweetheart s’the least i can do.” he mutters self pityingly before letting out a groan, cock pulsing inside you. you remember thinking about how right he was about that when you fell over the edge into a white hot orgasm.

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