This was supposed to be a short blurb but oops lmao
Summary: For such a proper princess, you really like it rough.
Warnings: Unprotected sex (be safe irl please), corruption kink, jewelry kink, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, face fucking, creampie
Your public image is immaculate and pure. You’re the squeaky clean princess who’s biggest scandal, if it can even be called that, is your relationship with a member of a boy band. The public were perplexed by you and him to say the least. The crown princess known for carrying your duties with grace and a smile, considered to be the ‘innocent princess’ due to the fact you’ve never been caught with a partner, and the boy band member known for partying and at times being a womanizer getting together is not something anyone saw coming. Especially you, having thought you’d end up falling in love for another royal until you met him by chance one day. Even him too, not expecting the prim and proper princess would become his future girlfriend.
Regardless of the initial public reaction of confusion, and even disapproval by some, when you and him revealed the relationship after six months, you both persisted together. People warmed up to the relationship, unable to resist the heart eyes you look at each other with or the loving words you said about the others when asked in interviews. To the public, you turned a party loving bad boy into a possible future prince, as he’s seemingly settled down since being with you. However, it’s the opposite that’s true. Behind closed doors, you’re no longer the innocent princess.
You walked into your room after spending the afternoon and evening at a formal event celebrating the achievements of the bright minds of your country, meaning you were all dressed up. Dripped in precious jewels, from the tiara on your head to the body chain running down your back and shoulders, a beautiful gown gracing your figure, and heels that made you your boyfriend’s height.
“Mi amor,” Chris stood behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. “You have nothing to do tomorrow, right?”
You nod, knowing his intentions. “Nothing for the whole weekend.”
He pressed a kiss on your neck above the ruby necklace you wore. “Good.”
The rubies were a very conscious choice, knowing his favorite color is red and he loves seeing you in red. Tiara, necklace, rings, body chain, all of it rubies. Their effects were clear by the way his eyes trailed your form from top to bottom when he first saw you before the event started and the now, as he pressed his hard on into your ass.
His hands traveled to your back, pulling down the zipper of your dress. He lets it fall to the floor, the fabric pooling around you, revealing a set of white lacy lingerie you wore to surprise him.
“You were wearing this under all this time?” His fingers are quick to start playing with the waistband of your lacy panties.
You nod and step out of your gown and away from him, letting get a proper view of you dripping in silver and rubies and lingerie. “I was.”
“Naughty little princess.” He tuts, eyes following your curves.
“What else would I be?” You go to take off your tiara and step out of your heels, but he stops you.
“Leave it all on and get on your knees.” His hands make quick work of his pants, pulling them down and taking out his cock.
The tone of his voice has you ruining your pretty little panties and on your knees in seconds. You opened your mouth, relaxing your jaw, knowing he wasn’t going to go easy on you. And you’re right. He grips your hand with one hand, the other gripping your tiara so it doesn’t fall as he starts fucking your mouth.
Chris revels in every moan and soft choking sound you make as he moves his hips, pulling at your hair, watching as your red painted lips wrapped around his shaft and your earrings swayed from his movements.
“You like it when I use that pretty little mouth of yours like this, don’t you?” He teases. “I bet that tight little pussy is wet and wants to be fucked, right?”
You hum in agreement before hollowing your cheeks and letting out a moan as he gives your hair a hard tug. The moans he let out only added to the mess between your thighs.
He doesn’t stop even as you gag lightly when he slips as much of his cock as you can take into your mouth.
“Fuck, so good, nena.” His edge gets closer, making the movements of his hips sloppy.
By now, you’re sure you’ve sucked his dick more times than you’ve attended events and as a princess, that’s saying something. So you know he’s close, and that only encourages you to suck harder and work your tongue on your shaft.
He cums with your name on his tongue, spilling his warm cum on your tongue. “That’s it… Fuck, open your mouth.”
You do, showing your mouth filled with his seed.
You open your mouth after swallowing, showing him you swallowed every last drop.
Chris smooths out your hair, a bit unruly after he pulled on it so much, and then strokes your jaw with his thumb. “Good girl. Now lay on the bed.”
You sink into your bed, the covers cool on your back, legs hanging over the edge. The rubies encrusted necklace you wore bunched at the base of your neck, tiara crooked from his face fucking, body chain offcenter, heels still on, makeup smudged and running, wearing a set of lingerie no proper princess would ever put on, you’re surely on hell of a sight. A sight for his eyes only.
“Can you please fuck me now? I’ve been waiting for your cock all night since I saw you in the suit.” Seeing him all dressed up in white tie tonight had you heated since the moment you saw him walk out with your brother before the event started.
He doesn’t say it out loud, but it’s a turn on for him that you’re this dirty for him, that you’ve only been this dirty for and with him. Now, you weren’t a virgin when you met him, but he’s the first to do things to you that you never imagined. He encouraged you to explore that wild part of you that would have otherwise stayed under wraps as a prim and proper princess.
“Feeling needy for me, amor?” He teases, hands making quick work of his clothes, leaving his white tie attire piled on the floor.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me hard.” You move to pull off your panties, but again, he stops you.
“I told you to leave it all on.” He spreads between your legs, standing between them. There’s just something about fucking you while dripping in jewels that turns him on.
His tone only ruins your panties further, something he realizes when he drags a finger up your covered folds, feeling the fabric damp.
Chris hooks his finger on the side, pulling it and exposing your pussy to him. He takes his middle and ring fingers and slips them into your folds, feeling how truly wet you are as he runs his fingers around. He slides a finger inside you, a tease with how slow he starts pumping it.
“Fuck, Chris, please.” You squirm, wanting more than just a finger.
“Be patient.” He slows his finger even more, much to your dismay.
Squirming more, you go to grip his wrist. “I want you to fuck me, not tease me.”
“I told you to be patient, amor.” He pins both your wrists above your head, leaning over you, face close enough his breath fans your face.
You pout, feeling his erection press against your thigh. So close, yet so far. “I want you.”
“So needy, baby.” He chuckles, closing the distance between your lips, capturing you in an all consuming kiss.
His hands leave your wrists, gripping your hips instead. He pulls you closer to him, pressing you right against him. “Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
Chris grins, pushing your panties to the side with one hand and using the other to grip his cock, running it through your folds. “How bad do you want it?”
“If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to leave this bed and fuck myself with that vibrator I just bought.” You taunt.
He raises his eyebrows, rubbing the head of his cock on your clit. “You bought another vibrator?”
Sometime ago, he bought you a vibrator after finding out you’ve never tried a sex toy before and you were curious but didn’t have a way to buy one without getting caught. The way your eyes rolled back and your moans echoed in the room when he pressed the toy on your clit that first time would be something he’d never forget. He got you hooked on them and it wasn’t long before you managed to find a way to buy them without having it traced back to you.
“I did and it feels so good.”
You shrug. “Right now it is.”
“You know nothing’s better than this.” He inserts his tip inside you, chuckling when you start to whine.
He slides the rest of his length into you with one smooth move of his hips. “I will.”
Your fingers dig into biceps as he wastes no time in setting a quick and rough rhythm with his thrusts, your legs wrapping around his hips. It’s been almost four weeks since the last time you and him tangled in the sheets due to him having promo, so this right now feels quite amazing for you both.
Chris nips at your neck, his moans muffled against your skin. He kisses his way up to your ear, moans no longer quieted. “Fuck nena, you feel so good.”
“More, please, more.” You say in between moans, hands having moved to his back, leaving red lines as you scratched up and down his skin.
“More?” He pulls out of you, flipping you over onto your stomach, ripping off your panties before he starts fucking you again. “Needy and greedy tonight, huh?”
He grips your body chain, lifting your torso off the bed, pressing your back on your chest. After giving you a nice smack on the ass, he’s fucking you again, but this time, he’s going even harder. The rubies around your neck bounce off your chest, the ones on your ear swaying, with the force he’s putting into his movements. The tiara on your head starts sliding down your head, which he’s quick to right.
“Can’t have the princess with a crooked tiara, can we?” He teases. “That would be improper.”
You reached back, ring decorated fingers lacing in his hair and tugging on it. Your heels fall to the floor with a clattering that echoes in the room along with moans and the sound of skin against skin.
“And fucking me like this isn’t improper?”
Chris grins, the hand not using your body chain to pull you up going to your neck, his ringed fingers wrapping around your throat and giving you a light squeeze. “What’s more proper than fucking you like the dirty little slut you really are?”
You groan in response, to both his words and his hand on your throat, placing the hand not in his hair around his wrist to keep him there. Choking isn’t a kink you thought you’d ever have, yet after seeing comments about it online and getting curious, you asked him if he could choke you. Turns out the prim and proper princess likes being dominated in bed.
“I’m a dirty little slut?”
His lips are grazing your ear again. “Yes and you love it.”
All things considered, you can’t argue with him, especially with the next words out of your mouth are pleas for him to give you even more. And of course he delivers.
He lets go of your body chain, using the hand on your neck to hold you up to him, instead giving your ass a hard smack. He repeats that until his handprint is on your skin, warm and red. His hips snap into yours over and over like a metronome, not relenting for even a moment.
A knot forms and tightens in the pit of your stomach, walls clenching around his cock as your moans grow in volume and frequency. His name dances on your tongue, repeated like a prayer to reach a heaven only he can give you.
He’s familiar with your body, knowing you’re not going to last long when he feels your body tense, the hand gripping his wrist tightening its grips, nails digging into his skin. He slips his hand around front, bringing two fingers to your clit.
“Fuck-!” Your back arches, pressing your hips against his.
“Dale, nena. I know you want to.” He whispers into your ear, tracing circles over your clit, not far from his own orgasm himself.
You don’t need any more encouragement, coming with his name leaving your lips for the umpteenth time. “Chris!”
He manages to give you a few more sloppy thrusts to push you through your high before he reaches his, moaning as he cums inside you.
There’s a moment when time becomes irrelevant as you’re both coming down from such euphoria. He gently lets you lay on the bed, pulling out of you, flipping you over on your back. Tiara, earrings, necklace, rings, body chain, and bra all come off, by him as you’re still recovering. Once you’re fully bare you’re back on earth.
“Think I can ride you for the next round?” You ask, sitting up on your knees.
Chris chuckles, standing in front of you. “You already want to go again?”
“And maybe even three times.”
“Three? You’re insatiable tonight, amor.”
You nod, taking his hand in yours and placing it over your pussy. “I missed you.”
He slips his fingers in, feeling his cum dripping from your hole and swirling it around your clit before pulling them out of your folds and having you lick his cum covered fingers clean. “I missed you too.”
“Those pictures only go so far.” During the time he was travelling, you and him exchanged naughty pictures. Being who you are, taking such exposing pictures are risky, but that only turns you on more. Knowing he’s the only to have ever seen you in such ways has the same effect on you both.
It’s then he gets an idea. He goes to his discarded pants on the floor, pulling his phone from the pocket. “Then let’s take better pictures. Spread your legs and give me a good look at that pretty little pussy.”
You do exactly that, a grin on your lips. “Why don’t we take a video?”
“That’s dirty.” He matches your grin, pressing the record button. “Love that.”
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