Warnings: mention of cheating, blowjobs, religion corruption.
Tokyo Revengers characters!! <3 part 2?
- ᝢ Manjiro Sano. ♡
✦ He, who was tired of his wife, went after you. Manjiro knew it was wrong and that his faithful wife would be waiting for him at home with a smile on his face, but fuck it, he didn't care.
✦ You couldn't even feel bad for that woman, when you felt his big and fat cock inside you, making you moan and drool, begging for more.
✦ Your breasts went up and down as Manjiro pushed and tears flowed from her eyes due to super stimulation! It was so, so good. ♡
✦ And his cell phone rang countless times, until you answered and passed it to him. Manjiro made a sign of silence, which you understood as a great form of provocation. You smiled and gave light rolls on his lap, eyes closed and mouth between open. He didn't like it at all and pulled your hair so that you let out a moan of pain.
✦ "Yes, dear. Don't worry, everything is fine. I'll be there in 2 hours, Sanzu is giving us work. I love you."
✦ And then he continued, but now with anger in his eyes. He hated cheating on his wife and hated you for making him go through this! :(
- ᝢ Taiju Shiba (my husband). ♡
✦ You are a potential nun. You still think a lot about it, and about how your life will change completely! But damn, Taiju is so good! You know it's wrong and that you're sinning, but your pussy just can't get enough of his cock and how this addiction has corrupted you!
✦ His eyes stared at his. Kneeled and trembling, you took the belt out of your pants and gave a mini smile when you saw his cock jump out, desperate for you to suck it.
✦ Taiju moaned, how can you look so innocent doing such promiscuous things?
✦ He held your hair and you understood, starting to suck and masturbate him. His movements were so hot, that Taiju couldn't hold back, and moaned calling his name. He would never let you escape, run away from him.
✦ A priest of respect like him, should have a girl as kind and faithful as you by his side! And Taiju fucked your throat, you could feel his cum and he made you swallow it all! ♡
✦ That's it, now they could go back to normal programming. Even because, someone wanted to confess to the priest, and you would be with him in the cabin. ♡
- ᝢ Takemichi Hanagaki (my lover). ♡
✦ It's so wrong! Hinata is your best friend, how could you?
✦ Their wedding is in 1 hour and you meet in Takemichi's room, where he should be getting ready. It was just for you to warn him about matters related to marriage, but then you realized that his tie was wrong. You went to help, and when you realized, his eyes didn't stop staring at your lips and you surrendered to temptation.
✦ Now, he’s fucking you so hard, that anyone outside would hear it! It's SO wrong!
✦ "My princess....hmmm... and-I've always wanted to do that! Fuck, (name)! You're much better than her!"
✦ And he made you cum countless times in just 1 hour. Takemichi has such hot touches and everyone is at the right point! ♡
✦ In the end, they got married and you were left with a huge weight on your conscience.
- ᝢ Sanzu Haruchiyo. ♡
✦ You were kidnapped by him. Okay, nothing cool. But were you... enjoying it? He treated you very well and didn't hurt you. He said beautiful words and did for you what no one has ever done since you were born: he loved you. Sanzu spoiled you and said that the world didn't deserve you. Only him.
✦ "Your breasts are so beautiful, doll. I'll suck them and do you good. Do you want this?"
✦ And you agreed, moaning soon after. His hands entered your pussy and you squirmed.
✦ Sanzu then said malicious words in your ear, giving you goosebumps. His tongue came into contact with your pussy and you held the bed sheets. What he likes the most is to suck you! Love your little moans, your screams and your cries. So cute! ♡
✦ And when you came, you felt a huge desire to kiss him, and you would do that, if it weren't for Ran who arrived on time! He ended the fun! :( he said that the Tokyo Manji gang was after you and that they should get out of there. A shame.
after harry and his gf break up, there’s only one person who he’d call. who he’d been waiting to call.
based on -> this request
CW: emotionally disloyal harry, AGE GAP, oral sex (fem), p in v penetration (unprotected), heavy dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, and all things sexy! little plot mostly smut CURRENT 2026 HARRY
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You can’t say you were too surprised reading the headlines that morning.
It was a warm Saturday morning when you saw them. You were perched on the thick rim of your window, body melded into the corner as you looked out to the city that surrounded you. A glass of lemon water in one hand and your phone in the other—content.
Harry Styles Splits With Girlfriend After Year Long Relationship.
A Messy Break Between Two Global Superstars—Who is at Fault?
You couldn’t have been more unphased. It’s not like the two had a groundbreakingly amazing relationship. You knew they couldn’t. Not after you and him.
This was a matter of time, in your eyes. Before her, there was you. And you? You were all Harry had been looking for. And you knew it. So much so that at the start of his new relationship, you didn’t feel threatened in the slightest.
You went through your day as normal that Saturday, running some errands, grabbing a bite for lunch. Ignoring the string of texts from some friends asking if you’ve seen the news. Even a text from your own mother, only causing a large eye roll and a swipe left to dismiss it.
So when your phone rang at 10 at night with an endearingly familiar name, you decided it’d be the first notification you responded to that day.
“Hey,” you answer calmly and levelheaded, now resting on your mattress with a wide smile. Your stomach was pressed into your comforter as your feet swung back and forth behind you, rubbing into one another in smooth passing. You were adorned in sleep shorts a little too short for your own good and a matching cotton tank top that fell loose on your skin.
“Hi,” his voice rasped on the other line, “how are you?”
You have to hide your chuckle at his attempt at kind conversation. You’d rather he skip to the good part.
“I’m good, just in bed,” you sigh, “are you holding up okay? Saw the news.”
An empty ask that was fully forced out of you.
“I’d like to see you,” he says, and now you’re intrigued.
“Yeah?”
“I miss you, y/n,” and it wasn’t winsome, it was desperate.
“I know you do,” you nod, keeping your voice to a sensual whisper as you continue the quiet sway of your feet above you.
“Let me see you,” he pleads, “I need to see you.”
It was a naughty thing, him begging over the phone for you like this. He was wise beyond your years, big and strong and tall. You were his perfect little thing, young and perky and small enough to melt into his hold. You shuddered at the thought.
“You can come see me,” you nod slow, “if that’s what you really want.”
You knew it was. He knew that you knew it was.
“Yes, please,” the answer is quick, hopeless.
You honestly felt sorry for him. Listening to him pry for you like he needed you to breathe. You wondered how long he’d missed you, thought about you while fucking his girlfriend. Based on what you’ve heard, you can only assume it’s been a depressing amount of times.
“Ok, baby,” you bite back your smile, “come in when you get here. It’s unlocked.”
And with that, he hung up, pulling his shit together as quickly as possible to come see you. You just smiled to yourself on the bed, scrolling mindlessly as you waited for him. You were clean and freshly showered, slathered in a sweet smelling lotion and smooth all over.
You felt yourself wettening at the thought of him, of seeing him again after all this time. He was older now, chest littered in straggled hairs and pecs full and wide.
You thought of the photos you’d seen of him for Runner’s World Magazine—his stubbled beard and the ghosted bush of his happy trail. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him just as much as he missed you, you were crying to taste this new version of him. Thick and stocky and strong enough to lift you with a hand.
And when he pushed through your door, disheveled as ever, it was everything you ever wanted and more. A thick black hoodie and a loose pair of pink cotton shorts, fabric ripped and torn at the bottom and hugging his quads perfectly.
Even through your distance—your stomach on the bed and him tall in the doorway—you were drowned in his scent. The heavenly mix of deep vanilla musk and all things manly. His phone was held loose in his left hand, looking interestingly small wrapped between his large fingers.
For a moment, there was silence. His eyes drifting to places they shouldn’t and your eyes watching him do so. He peered to the tight crevice that laid between your two legs as you laid against the mattress, ass up and feet gently kicking. You looked so innocently girlish in your pretty cotton pj’s that he nearly folded right there, watching your round ass move just the slightest with every shift of your feet.
“Hi,” You called to grab his attention. His eyes darted away from your body and up to your pretty face, round and doe eyed and clean.
“Hi,” breathless.
You roll to your back, sitting up straight now and throwing your shiny legs over the edge of the mattress. You pressed the palms of your hands against the bed on either side of you, staring up at him with a small smile.
“You look good,” you say.
“So do you,” he nods, taking slow steps closer to you now. Your heart pounded with every new inch he moved, and now you’ve truly realized how much you miss him. Missed this.
You just watch as he walks closer to you, keeping your eyes wide and locked on his. You suddenly felt small as he towered down at you, taking slow strides until he landed between your legs hung off the bed.
You were close now. Your knees grazing the hairs on his legs as his face drew all the way down to meet you gaze. Your neck was tilted back so far that it ached to hold the contact, but you didn’t mind. Not when he was looking at you the way he was.
“I’ve missed this sweet face of yours,” he whispers so low that you nearly miss it, bringing a finger to drag softly along the frame of your jaw.
Your eyes flutter at the hint of contact, basking in the smooth pass of his finger tip grazing against your face. His voice was low, deeper than it had been when you were together and a twang of something different in his accent.
“You did?” You ask innocently, blinking up at him with those big eyes that had him aching.
“I did,” he nods, bringing his finger to your lips now. He dragged against them, soft and swollen, watching as the pink skin pulled along with his touch and bounced back into place in recoil.
“Such a pretty, pretty little thing. So soft,” he seems to be talking to himself, grazing over new places on your face and neck with just the delicate touch of his finger. You were soaked. So soaked that you knew he’d taunt you once he got a feel.
He hooked his finger under your chin to tilt your head further back, bringing his face down until his lips were hovered against yours. You stayed like that for a moment, breathing hot breaths into one another with stuttering eyes.
“Y/n,” he breathed into you, as if he was setting himself up for his next line. But nothing came after, just desperate exhales and shifts of his finger.
“Hm?” You hum, lips grazing over his in a frustrating tease.
He pulled closer, rubbing his mouth against yours before pulling back with a breath. You leaned up to catch his lips again, failing as he pulled back and parted his lips further apart. He pushed forward again, breathing hot air into you as you waited to follow his lead. It was a wreck, the two of you sorting out how to start something so erotic. And then, through wide mouths and heavy breaths, he closed his lips around yours with a deep, long inhale. His finger released itself from your face and replaced it with the firm grasp of his palm, holding your face upright in a strong handle.
You flutter into the kiss that absorbs you, reeling in the taste of his tongue lapping up and down and around your mouth. You felt electric, trapped into the hold of his strong hands and the aggressive push of his tongue. He tasted delicious, minty fresh with a subtle hint of expensive whiskey that had your head spinning and thighs tightening.
“Need to fuck you,” he groaned into you, “missed this so much. Missed you.”
“Mm,” you hum in agreement, allowing your hands to find their place on his chest in front of you. You tug at the thick cotton of his hoodie and yearn for what’s below it, trying your hardest to take your time and follow his lead. You wanted him satisfied, to get everything he wanted from you and use you how he pleased. That would be pleasurable enough for you.
“You can take it off, baby girl,” he whispered into you, immediately pressing his lips back onto the moment he finished his sentence.
Your chest tightened and twisted into itself at his words and the familiar pet name that he’d used so tastefully when the two of you were together. You pulled the black sweatshirt up and over his head, allowing the fabric to pass through your kiss for just a moment before tossing it on the floor of your bedroom.
You were more than pleased to find that he hadn’t worn anything under, now exposed to his bare chest and chiseled muscles. It was even better than what you’d imagined; strong and buff and so so hard. Your nails trickled over the hills and valleys of his abs, feeling them squirm and tense beneath your touch. It was heavenly, the smooth surface that coated the swelling muscles.
He slowly pushed the two of you back through your disgustingly sloppy kiss, letting you fall to your back softly against your pretty pink comforter. You peaked an eye open through the kiss to glance at his shoulders as he did so, watching his traps swell and his shoulders round out in a gorgeously fit shine.
You let your legs wrap around his waist as he hovered over you, pushing his hips down into your center greedily. You both shuddered at the covered contact, the feeling so distant yet so familiar all the same.
He breaks his wet suction to your lips and shifts lower to your jaw, kissing down the sweet sensation of your perfume and down to your collarbone.
He was ridiculously needy, slopping his tongue around your smooth skin desperately as he failed to stabilize his breathing. He kissed every inch he could find, slowing his pace the lower he reached. Your skin was slick with his saliva by the time he reached the waist of your shorts, slowing down to nothing as he pressed slow deep kisses onto the skin.
You quivered as you watched him beneath you, green eyes staring up at you in challenge. His lips were soft and wet, kissing sweetly onto your sharp hip bones as his wide hands grasped your sides.
You started to wonder how you got here, Harry inches away from your pussy as your hand tangled through his hair. Yesterday, he was taken by a beautiful woman known worldwide by millions. Today, he’s falling undone for a woman a bit too young for his own good.
His fingers hook into the cotton of your tiny sleep shorts, tugging them down to reveal your wet slit. You hadn’t worn any underwear—having not expected him—and he growled low at the sight in front of him.
He laid a hot breath on the center of your tight, dripping wet pussy, sending goosebumps up and down your legs and tensing the muscles surrounding it. You were buzzing, high on the feeling of his lips back down where they belonged. You knew he missed your pussy, the way it gushed for him and swelled a pretty bright pink.
The second his tongue pressed flat against your slit, he moaned, loud and shameless at the sweet taste of you. He’d missed you dearly, dreaming of sugary sensation of your arousal coating his tongue for months on end. You were a honeyed petal for his lips to suckle on, framed by the precious scent of your cashmere lotioned thighs. He was on a cloud, lapping you up as your back arched in the beautiful way he remembered.
“Fuck, Harry,” you moaned, light and airy as your fingers twirled his curls harshly. His tongue worked miracles on your hot core, painting you up and down masterfully and you felt like you could cry at how much you missed him. No man has ever pleased you in the way he could, he knew your body like it was his own and was more generous than any man could dream of being.
“My baby tastes so sweet,” he groaned, pressing his tongue in and out of you and nudging his nose against your wet clit.
“Yeah?” You rasp out, “Daddy missed my pussy?”
His hands gripped your hips tighter at the line, shoving his mouth so deep into you that he had to be suffocating. Your back was arched up so high that it ached, your mind distracted in the pleasure that coursing through your blood on fire.
You quivered and gushed on his tongue, gentle moans rolling through you as his mouth moved to work your clit. He sucked hard and flicked your bud simultaneously, sending an aggressive vibration through your legs that locked Harry’s head in place. He was humming slow and steady against you, the mix of feelings comparing to nothing you’ve had before.
Your stomach felt hot and swarmed within itself, your head spinning against the mattress as your hair sprawled up and out. You were drunk on the man between your legs, opening your eyes every couple moments to watch the sensual sight of his face lodged between your thighs.
“You’re gonna cum,” he says, “cum on my tongue, baby, please.”
You clenched and tensed and squirmed, groaning at his words as he brought you up the latter and to your peak. You came fast and hard, soaking his tongue with your arousal as you clamped your legs around his head.
He nuzzled his head back and forth between your legs, blubbering against you as sopped you up and swallowed you down. His eyes stared up at you as he watched you collapse into your orgasm, the scene so provocative that he felt himself drip through his pants. Embarrassing, yes. But not between you two.
Your breaths slowed and your heart pounded as you came down from your high, pussy swollen and even wetter than before. He rose from his place at the edge of the bed with a wipe of his mouth, hovering back over you and taking in your red face.
“On your stomach,” he muttered stern, a demand rather than an ask that you will so happily oblige too.
You rolled to your stomach and shimmied to let your cheek lay against your pillow, wiggling your ass on the bed just barely.
He came to sit behind you, pressing his hands up the sides of your back and over the curve of your ass. He was taking you in, a sharp exhale slipping through his throat as he watched you shimmy around on the bed. Your ass was up and your slit was held tight together, dripping with the remains of your orgasm and puffy waiting for him.
You stretched your arm back behind you as you looked at him over your shoulder, slipping your fingers down past your ass until they landed on your center. You tapped the wet area twice, staring at him suggestively as you lifted your ass higher and used your fingers to split your hole open. You were putting on a show for him, displaying your little hole as he watched you intently.
“You wanna use your words?” He spits, rearranging his cock in his shorts at the sight of you teasing him.
“I can use my words,” you nod, continuing to touch yourself from behind. “You just tell me what you wanna hear.”
His jaw clenched at your response and his eyes shut for a moment too long, desperately trying to keep himself together.
“I want you to tell me what you want, and stop parading yourself in front of me like a slut,” he says low, running his hand up the back of your thigh.
“But I am a slut for you, daddy,” you whine, pressing a finger between your folds, “aren’t I?”
You watch as his lips part and his brows furrow, lost in watching you touch yourself so grossly as you spoke. You were an animal for him, stripping all of your self respect for the man behind you.
You press a second finger into yourself now, slowly stroking in and out as he watched closely. Your eyes shut in bliss and your pink lips fell apart at the pleasure you were providing for yourself, getting off to watching the man stare at you.
“Mmm,” you hum, “feels so good. Wish it was daddy’s cock instead, so big and hard.”
You watch him wince at the words, taking a thick swallow down his throat as he continues to eye you down. Your fingers plunged deep inside of you with every press, pulling out and soaking your skin with your filthy arousal.
“Stop.”
And you did. Hand out of yourself immediately, peering back at him with big eyes and waiting for the next instruction.
So you watched. Watched as he shrugged his shorts down and onto the floor, boxers following next and his cock springing to his lower stomach. Your thighs clenched and your jaw fell open, desperate for the throbbing length in front of you.
He was heavy and thick, so wide for you. His tip was red and swollen, soaked in the subtle drips that had been spilling out of him since he’d arrived. He looked glorious, like the most beautiful thing you had ever laid your eyes on.
When he shifted over top of you and lifted your hips up harshly, you could barely hold in your excitement as you bit back a smile. You’ve been thinking of this, this moment, his cock lined up behind you, for what felt like ages.
He pressed the head into your creamy slit so slow, so punishing. He stretched your tight pussy wide, pulling at the skin in a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Your mouth fell open as you melted into the mattress beneath you, soothed by sweet sounds of Harry’s long groan behind you.
“Fuck, y/n,” his tone was low and his grip on your hips tensed, tugging at the skin until it reddened.
“Ohh, Harry,” your knuckles whitened as you tugged at your comforter, “fill me up, keep going.”
He slammed the whole of himself into you in one quick movement, bottoming out as his dense balls slapped against your throbbing clit. It sent a jolt of bliss through you as his tip pecked in deep, rubbing into your spongy insides rough and relentless.
He fucked you this way for a while, pounding in and out of you and watching as your ass jiggled and shook with every thrust. You were moaning loud, feeling too good to keep anything in as your skin slapped together. The noise was wet and sloppy as his hips melded to your ass, skin slapping and pussy gushing in a disgustingly pornographic manner.
“Shit, baby,” he groaned through gritted teeth, pressing a hand onto your back to press you further down into the mattress.
“My pussy feel good?” You whine, “tell me who feels better, daddy. Me or her. Tell me.”
“You, fuck— you!,” he struggles, “You.”
“Yeah? You missed this? Tell me how good it is,” you clenched around him tight, building to your orgasm as you taunt him.
“So good,” he breathes, “feel so good around me, baby girl. Best pussy I’ve ever had. So tight, shit.”
“Mmm,” you hum at his praise, legs trembling he thrusts into you even harder. You were jelly in front of him, being treated as nothing but a fuck toy for him and that’s how you liked it.
His tip slams into you relentlessly, over and over and over again until your stomach is boiling for the second time and your head is fuzzy. You were close, so close and he could feel it.
“M’gonna cum,” you murmur into the mattress, ass arching up as rams into the same sweet spot.
“I know, baby,” he rasps, “wanna feel this pussy cum on my cock. Give me what I’ve missed so much, cmon.”
You shook as your second orgasm rippled through you, hard and aggressive this time. Your moans were strangled and your face was red, gripping your walls around his dense shaft as you fell undone. You felt light and floaty as you came down from this one, falling limp beneath him as he rode you through it.
He pulled out, popping out of you as your stomach fell flat to the mattress. You were wiped, completely exhausted yet craving more all the same. A feeling only he’s given you.
“Y/n,” he rubbed up your back, “I know you’re tired…but I’ve been waiting to watch my baby ride me again for too long. Can you do that for me?”
He was insane to even act like you would say no.
“Yes, please,” you nod quick and flip to your back, catching your breath as he peers over you.
After a quick shift and some rearranging, you were perched on top of his thighs as he laid back into your pretty headboard relaxed as ever. You loved to see him like this, laid back and sprawled out for you to play with. To climb on top of and treat it as your little playground.
He tugged your top off in one quick motion, gawking at your perky breasts that fell in front of him. They bounced out of your top and displayed themselves beautifully for him, so hard and just what he needed to take him over the edge.
You smirk at his intense stare never leaving your chest, and lift your body up and over his swelling tip. It was pretty, so red and aching for you to sit yourself down where you belonged.
And when you finally pressed yourself down and let him pierce through you, your legs tensed harder than they ever had before. His hands guided your hips as they made their journey down, taking him in slow and steady as he stretched you for a second time. He curved straight up into your stomach, pressing a tent into the skin with every sudden movement.
“Oh, baby,” his neck reels back, “You feel that? We feel so good together, fuck.”
And you did. You were spinning, lost in the feeling that you brought upon yourself as you rolled your hips back and forth ever so sensually. It was tender but rough, slightly personal with a tinge of animalistic chemistry. Broken moans and heavy breaths littered the space around you as you rode him with your perfect mix of bounces and slides, soaking the hairs that surrounded his base with your slushy arousal.
“Did she fuck you like this, baby? Hm?” You spur on, quickening your pace as you find your rhythm back and forth.
“No, no, only you,” he spits out with no hesitation.
You grin, satisfied with his admission before lifting yourself all the way up, sliding him completely out of you as you kept him in place between your folds. You teased around the tip that slid between them for just a moment before swallowing him whole once more, sitting yourself down completely in one smooth drop.
At the sound of his deep, drawn out moan you shuddered, bouncing up and down and all around him as you watched his lips fall further apart. He looked heavenly, stubble shifting as his prominent Adams apple bobbed up and down with every groan. His body was strong beneath you and his big grown hands held you tight, gently guiding your movements but letting you keep control all the same.
“Shit,” you curse, “I fuck daddy so good, make him cum better than she did, I know I do.”
You’re rambling now, but you don't care. Neither does he. It’s all true, and right now it’s all so right. Just what he needs to hear falling from your pretty soft lips. He wanted to be reminded of his emotional disloyalty to his ex-girlfriend. He wanted you to know how often he thought of you while he fucked her.
“She was nothing. We were nothing. This is it, baby, you’re it, fuck!” he’s breathless, dick twitching inside of you and so close to his release.
“Please, miss your cum in me so much daddy, wanna be full,” you pick up your pace, bouncing so harsh that your tits were slapping against themselves with every drop. He was in a trance as he watched you, struggling to keep his eyes open but determined to not miss a second of the angelic sight in front of him. His girl, his little baby fucking him again just how he liked. Rough and desperate and one big mess for him.
With a loud and girthy groan, his hot liquid spurts inside of you in a warm blanket of comfort. His head tossed back and his mouth fell agape in total and complete ecstasy, legs trembling beneath you as he came long and hard.
Your hips rolled him through it until his cum was pouring through the crevices where you connected, mixing with your own as you came with him. It was ridiculously wet and weirdly therapeutic to hear, like a sound you forgot existed.
You both tensed and squirmed and vibrated within each other until your head fell forward and into the crook of his neck, laying there in heavy breaths as his hands instinctively wrapped to your back. He rubbed softly into your sweaty skin, catching his breath in sync with your own.
His cock stayed in you for quite a bit before you two parted, your pussy dripping with the two of you as it landed onto his lower stomach. You both giggled a bit at the burden, knowing now that you have to go run to grab him something to clean himself up with.
“Oops, stay here,” you couldn't contain your little laugh, meshing with his own muffled chuckles throughout the dimly lit room.
You ran quickly to your bathroom to grab him a fresh towel, returning fast so as to not leave him coated in his own cum for too long. You know how it feels, there’s definitely a lot of pressure to stay perfectly still until the towel appears.
You leaned over to wipe him up, leaving him dry and only slightly sticky. You were sure you two would shower soon anyway. You had to, you were both coated in sweat.
“Thank you,” he whispers to you as you toss the towel to the side, climbing back into bed next to him.
“Harry,” you push some hair out of his face, “I really miss you.”
“I dont,” he shakes his head, pushing his lips together as he turns to face you.
You freeze, lips parted and cheeks red. And all you can think to do is put a bit of distance between the two of you and bring one of your fuzzy pillows to cover your naked body.
“Hey, I’m joking!” he nudges you with the back of his hand and erupts into a fit of laughter, the sound so sweet but so annoying in the moment.
“Harry, that’s not funny!” you scold, tossing the fuzzy pillow at his head harshly.
“It was kind of funny, until you got all sad,” he mocks, “that was quite the pout, little miss.”
“I don't miss you anymore. You can go,” you cross your arms and swat him away, tummy fluttered and chest full.
“Y/n,” he pulls closer to you, “I miss you very, very much.”
“You do?” you ask, softer this time. You know it was silly, but for some reason you had always been under the impression that you were more into him than he was you. Maybe it was the age, the power dynamic, that had you feeling like he had much more important things to attend to than a cute little twenty something. But when you were reminded otherwise, it was more rewarding than anything.
“Very much,” he nods, “Bath?”
And of course you nod, as smitten as ever, before he kisses your cheek and hops up from the bed to run the water. You just sat there, fucked out of your mind and heart swelling, waiting for him to come back and swoop you up and into the bubbles.
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pairing: megan skiendiel x g!p reader
tags: voyeurism, masturbation, massive ego stroking, size kink (reader has smaller than average cock but megan worships it like it’s huge), breeding kink, p in v, creampie, overstimulation, spit play, hair pulling, possessiveness, filthy praise + light degradation, multiple creampies, messy sex, cum play
The bathroom door was cracked just enough for the warm, humid light to spill into the hallway like an invitation you were never meant to accept. You weren’t supposed to be watching. You were just walking past. But the second that soft, breathy little moan floated out — high, sweet, and dripping with need — your feet stopped moving entirely.
Megan Skiendiel stood completely naked in front of the massive illuminated mirror that spanned almost the entire wall. Her skin was still glistening from the shower, tiny droplets tracing lazy paths down the elegant curve of her spine before disappearing between the perfect, round globes of her ass. One leg was propped high on the marble countertop, opening herself obscenely to her own reflection. Two slender fingers were already buried knuckle-deep in her soaked pussy, pumping in and out with slow, deliberate strokes while her other hand worked tight, frantic circles over her swollen clit.
Her pretty brown eyes were locked onto herself in the mirror, lips parted, cheeks flushed pink. Every time she curled her fingers just right, a soft, needy gasp escaped her throat.
“Fuck… feels so fucking good,” she whispered to her reflection, voice husky and trembling with lust. “Mmm, right there…”
Your cock twitched violently in your sweats. You knew the truth — you weren’t packing some massive monster. You were smaller than average, definitely on the shorter and slimmer side. But the way Megan always lost her mind for it, the way she worshipped it like it was the biggest, thickest cock on earth… that shit made you throb harder than anything else ever could.
You couldn’t help yourself. You slipped your hand into your sweats, pulled your half-hard cock out, and started stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of her fingers.
Megan added a third finger, her hips rocking forward as the wet, filthy squelching sounds of her drenched cunt echoed off the tiles. Her head tilted back, a needy whine spilling from her lips — and that’s when her eyes flicked up and caught you in the mirror.
Instead of freezing or covering up, Megan’s lips curled into the wickedest, filthiest smile you’d ever seen. Her gaze dropped straight down to where your hand was lazily pumping your cock, and her expression melted into pure, shameless hunger.
“Oh my god… baby,” she breathed, still slowly fucking herself with three fingers. “Look at you. Already so hard just from watching your dirty little slut play with her pussy. Come closer. Let me see that cock properly.”
Heart hammering, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. The steam wrapped around you like a blanket. Megan turned her body slightly, keeping one leg up on the counter, giving you the perfect view of her glistening, puffy folds and the way her fingers disappeared inside her tight heat.
“Stroke it for me,” she purred, eyes glued to your cock in the reflection. “Nice and slow. I want to watch every inch of you get hard for me.”
Your hand moved up and down your shaft as you stood behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. Megan’s eyes never left your cock.
“Fuck… it looks so big when you’re this hard,” she moaned, licking her lips like she was starving. “So thick, baby. God, I don’t know how I even take it every single time. It always stretches my little pussy so fucking good. Look how wet I get just from seeing it…”
She was laying it on thick, shameless ego-stroking, and it was working embarrassingly well. Your cock swelled even more in your hand, throbbing with every filthy word.
Megan finally pulled her fingers out with an obscene wet sound and used two fingers to spread her pretty pink pussy open wide, showing you exactly how dripping and ready she was. “See this? All this mess is for you. I was thinking about that perfect cock ruining me while I was in the shower. I couldn’t wait.”
You stepped right up behind her, pressing the head of your cock against her slick, heated folds. Megan whimpered loudly, pushing her ass back against you greedily.
“Please… put it in,” she begged, voice cracking. “I need to feel how full you make me. I need that cock stretching me open.”
You gripped her hips and slid in slowly, inch by inch, until you were buried to the hilt inside her impossibly tight, scorching heat. Megan’s mouth fell open in a loud, pornographic moan that echoed through the bathroom.
“Holy shit— baby, it’s so deep!” she gasped, eyes rolling slightly even though you both knew the physical reality. She clenched around you like a vice, walls fluttering wildly. “You’re so fucking big. I can feel you all the way in my stomach. You always fill me up so perfectly… no one else could ever make me feel this full. This cock was made for my pussy.”
The praise hit you like liquid fire. You gripped her hips tighter and started thrusting — deep, sensual rolls of your hips that made her tits bounce gently in the mirror. You reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while you fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes, making sure she felt every single movement.
Megan started babbling almost immediately, voice breathy and broken.
“Fuck— yes, right there. No one else could ever stretch me like this. Your cock is perfect, baby. So thick, so hard… it hits every spot inside me. I’m such a slut for it. Your little cumdump. Please don’t pull out tonight. I want you to breed me. Fill me until I’m leaking your cum for days.”
You growled and pulled her damp hair back gently but firmly, forcing her to keep watching herself get fucked in the mirror. “Look at how pretty you look taking me,” you rasped against her ear. “Look at that greedy little pussy swallowing every inch.”
Megan’s eyes were glassy, lips slack with pleasure. “I’m such a dirty girl for you… only for you. This pussy belongs to you. Ruin it. Breed it. Make it yours.”
You leaned down and spat directly onto your cock as it slid in and out of her, the warm saliva making everything even wetter and messier. Megan moaned loudly at the feeling, her walls clenching hard around you.
“Yes— spit on it. Get it nice and sloppy for me, baby. I love when you make a mess of my cunt.”
You kept the pace sensual but relentless, grinding deep on every thrust, rotating your hips so the head of your cock rubbed against her most sensitive spots. You could feel her getting close — her walls fluttering, her thighs starting to shake.
“Don’t cum yet,” you whispered, deliberately slowing your thrusts right as she was about to tip over the edge. “I want you desperate and dripping for me.”
Megan whined high and needy, pushing back against you frantically. “Please… I’ll do anything. I’m your good little slut. Just let me cum on your cock. I need it so bad.”
You teased her for long, torturous minutes — edging her mercilessly, bringing her right to the brink before slowing down again and again until she was trembling, tears of frustration and pleasure gathering in her eyes.
Finally, you gave it to her.
You rubbed her clit faster, slammed into her with purpose, and Megan shattered. She came hard with a broken cry of your name, her pussy gushing around your cock, walls spasming violently as she squirted slightly down her thighs. The sight in the mirror was obscene — her face twisted in ecstasy, tits bouncing, legs shaking.
But you didn’t stop.
You fucked her straight through her orgasm, then kept going, chasing a second one. Megan was overstimulated, shaking, whimpering, but still pushing her ass back to meet every thrust like she couldn’t get enough.
“Gonna cum inside you,” you groaned, voice rough. “Gonna pump this pretty pussy so full.”
“Yes— breed me, please! Fill me up. I want your cum so deep. Knock me up. Make me yours.”
You buried yourself as deep as you could and came hard, thick, hot spurts of cum flooding her clenching walls. Megan moaned like she was in heaven, milking every single drop with her spasming pussy.
You stayed buried inside her, grinding slowly, pushing your load deeper while she caught her breath. When you finally pulled out, a thick, creamy trickle of your cum immediately leaked from her used, puffy pussy and ran down her inner thigh.
Megan stared at the messy sight in the mirror, then looked back at you with a dazed, filthy smile. She reached down, scooped a generous amount of your cum onto two fingers, and brought them to her lips, sucking them clean while keeping eye contact the entire time.
“Mmm… still so much,” she whispered, voice hoarse and fucked-out. “My pussy feels so full of you… but I think I need another load. Think you can give me more, big girl?”
She turned around gracefully, dropped to her knees on the cool tile floor, and looked up at you with those big, pretty brown eyes full of lust. Her hands were already stroking your sensitive, cum-slick cock back to life with both hands, twisting gently, thumb rubbing over the head.
“Because this cock?” she murmured reverently, leaning in to press a wet kiss to the tip. “It’s the only one that can ruin me this good. The only one that makes me this wet. The only one I want breeding me over and over again.”
She took you into her mouth, sucking greedily, tongue swirling, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror’s reflection. When you were fully hard again, she stood up, turned back around, and bent over the counter, spreading her legs wide and reaching back to spread her cum-leaking pussy open for you.
“Come on, baby… fuck me again. Use me. Fill me until I’m overflowing. I want to feel you dripping out of me for the rest of the night.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
You slid back into her cum-slick heat in one smooth thrust. Megan’s loud, satisfied moan filled the bathroom as you started fucking her again — harder this time, the wet, filthy sounds of your cock plunging through your own load echoing obscenely.
You pulled her hair, spat on her pussy, rubbed her clit, praised her, degraded her lightly, and fucked her through two more orgasms before pumping a second thick load deep inside her. Then a third.
By the time you were both exhausted, the mirror was fogged with steam and handprints, Megan’s thighs were a glistening, sticky mess of cum and her own juices, and she was still whispering filthy praise against your lips:
“Your cock is perfect… so big for me… only you can breed me like this… I’m such a slut for it… give me more…”
And you knew, without a doubt, that the night was far from over.
pairing: megan skiendiel x g!p reader
tags: voyeurism, masturbation, massive ego stroking, size kink (reader has smaller than average cock but megan worships it like it’s huge), breeding kink, p in v, creampie, overstimulation, spit play, hair pulling, possessiveness, filthy praise + light degradation, multiple creampies, messy sex, cum play
The bathroom door was cracked just enough for the warm, humid light to spill into the hallway like an invitation you were never meant to accept. You weren’t supposed to be watching. You were just walking past. But the second that soft, breathy little moan floated out — high, sweet, and dripping with need — your feet stopped moving entirely.
Megan Skiendiel stood completely naked in front of the massive illuminated mirror that spanned almost the entire wall. Her skin was still glistening from the shower, tiny droplets tracing lazy paths down the elegant curve of her spine before disappearing between the perfect, round globes of her ass. One leg was propped high on the marble countertop, opening herself obscenely to her own reflection. Two slender fingers were already buried knuckle-deep in her soaked pussy, pumping in and out with slow, deliberate strokes while her other hand worked tight, frantic circles over her swollen clit.
Her pretty brown eyes were locked onto herself in the mirror, lips parted, cheeks flushed pink. Every time she curled her fingers just right, a soft, needy gasp escaped her throat.
“Fuck… feels so fucking good,” she whispered to her reflection, voice husky and trembling with lust. “Mmm, right there…”
Your cock twitched violently in your sweats. You knew the truth — you weren’t packing some massive monster. You were smaller than average, definitely on the shorter and slimmer side. But the way Megan always lost her mind for it, the way she worshipped it like it was the biggest, thickest cock on earth… that shit made you throb harder than anything else ever could.
You couldn’t help yourself. You slipped your hand into your sweats, pulled your half-hard cock out, and started stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of her fingers.
Megan added a third finger, her hips rocking forward as the wet, filthy squelching sounds of her drenched cunt echoed off the tiles. Her head tilted back, a needy whine spilling from her lips — and that’s when her eyes flicked up and caught you in the mirror.
Instead of freezing or covering up, Megan’s lips curled into the wickedest, filthiest smile you’d ever seen. Her gaze dropped straight down to where your hand was lazily pumping your cock, and her expression melted into pure, shameless hunger.
“Oh my god… baby,” she breathed, still slowly fucking herself with three fingers. “Look at you. Already so hard just from watching your dirty little slut play with her pussy. Come closer. Let me see that cock properly.”
Heart hammering, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. The steam wrapped around you like a blanket. Megan turned her body slightly, keeping one leg up on the counter, giving you the perfect view of her glistening, puffy folds and the way her fingers disappeared inside her tight heat.
“Stroke it for me,” she purred, eyes glued to your cock in the reflection. “Nice and slow. I want to watch every inch of you get hard for me.”
Your hand moved up and down your shaft as you stood behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. Megan’s eyes never left your cock.
“Fuck… it looks so big when you’re this hard,” she moaned, licking her lips like she was starving. “So thick, baby. God, I don’t know how I even take it every single time. It always stretches my little pussy so fucking good. Look how wet I get just from seeing it…”
She was laying it on thick, shameless ego-stroking, and it was working embarrassingly well. Your cock swelled even more in your hand, throbbing with every filthy word.
Megan finally pulled her fingers out with an obscene wet sound and used two fingers to spread her pretty pink pussy open wide, showing you exactly how dripping and ready she was. “See this? All this mess is for you. I was thinking about that perfect cock ruining me while I was in the shower. I couldn’t wait.”
You stepped right up behind her, pressing the head of your cock against her slick, heated folds. Megan whimpered loudly, pushing her ass back against you greedily.
“Please… put it in,” she begged, voice cracking. “I need to feel how full you make me. I need that cock stretching me open.”
You gripped her hips and slid in slowly, inch by inch, until you were buried to the hilt inside her impossibly tight, scorching heat. Megan’s mouth fell open in a loud, pornographic moan that echoed through the bathroom.
“Holy shit— baby, it’s so deep!” she gasped, eyes rolling slightly even though you both knew the physical reality. She clenched around you like a vice, walls fluttering wildly. “You’re so fucking big. I can feel you all the way in my stomach. You always fill me up so perfectly… no one else could ever make me feel this full. This cock was made for my pussy.”
The praise hit you like liquid fire. You gripped her hips tighter and started thrusting — deep, sensual rolls of your hips that made her tits bounce gently in the mirror. You reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while you fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes, making sure she felt every single movement.
Megan started babbling almost immediately, voice breathy and broken.
“Fuck— yes, right there. No one else could ever stretch me like this. Your cock is perfect, baby. So thick, so hard… it hits every spot inside me. I’m such a slut for it. Your little cumdump. Please don’t pull out tonight. I want you to breed me. Fill me until I’m leaking your cum for days.”
You growled and pulled her damp hair back gently but firmly, forcing her to keep watching herself get fucked in the mirror. “Look at how pretty you look taking me,” you rasped against her ear. “Look at that greedy little pussy swallowing every inch.”
Megan’s eyes were glassy, lips slack with pleasure. “I’m such a dirty girl for you… only for you. This pussy belongs to you. Ruin it. Breed it. Make it yours.”
You leaned down and spat directly onto your cock as it slid in and out of her, the warm saliva making everything even wetter and messier. Megan moaned loudly at the feeling, her walls clenching hard around you.
“Yes— spit on it. Get it nice and sloppy for me, baby. I love when you make a mess of my cunt.”
You kept the pace sensual but relentless, grinding deep on every thrust, rotating your hips so the head of your cock rubbed against her most sensitive spots. You could feel her getting close — her walls fluttering, her thighs starting to shake.
“Don’t cum yet,” you whispered, deliberately slowing your thrusts right as she was about to tip over the edge. “I want you desperate and dripping for me.”
Megan whined high and needy, pushing back against you frantically. “Please… I’ll do anything. I’m your good little slut. Just let me cum on your cock. I need it so bad.”
You teased her for long, torturous minutes — edging her mercilessly, bringing her right to the brink before slowing down again and again until she was trembling, tears of frustration and pleasure gathering in her eyes.
Finally, you gave it to her.
You rubbed her clit faster, slammed into her with purpose, and Megan shattered. She came hard with a broken cry of your name, her pussy gushing around your cock, walls spasming violently as she squirted slightly down her thighs. The sight in the mirror was obscene — her face twisted in ecstasy, tits bouncing, legs shaking.
But you didn’t stop.
You fucked her straight through her orgasm, then kept going, chasing a second one. Megan was overstimulated, shaking, whimpering, but still pushing her ass back to meet every thrust like she couldn’t get enough.
“Gonna cum inside you,” you groaned, voice rough. “Gonna pump this pretty pussy so full.”
“Yes— breed me, please! Fill me up. I want your cum so deep. Knock me up. Make me yours.”
You buried yourself as deep as you could and came hard, thick, hot spurts of cum flooding her clenching walls. Megan moaned like she was in heaven, milking every single drop with her spasming pussy.
You stayed buried inside her, grinding slowly, pushing your load deeper while she caught her breath. When you finally pulled out, a thick, creamy trickle of your cum immediately leaked from her used, puffy pussy and ran down her inner thigh.
Megan stared at the messy sight in the mirror, then looked back at you with a dazed, filthy smile. She reached down, scooped a generous amount of your cum onto two fingers, and brought them to her lips, sucking them clean while keeping eye contact the entire time.
“Mmm… still so much,” she whispered, voice hoarse and fucked-out. “My pussy feels so full of you… but I think I need another load. Think you can give me more, big girl?”
She turned around gracefully, dropped to her knees on the cool tile floor, and looked up at you with those big, pretty brown eyes full of lust. Her hands were already stroking your sensitive, cum-slick cock back to life with both hands, twisting gently, thumb rubbing over the head.
“Because this cock?” she murmured reverently, leaning in to press a wet kiss to the tip. “It’s the only one that can ruin me this good. The only one that makes me this wet. The only one I want breeding me over and over again.”
She took you into her mouth, sucking greedily, tongue swirling, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror’s reflection. When you were fully hard again, she stood up, turned back around, and bent over the counter, spreading her legs wide and reaching back to spread her cum-leaking pussy open for you.
“Come on, baby… fuck me again. Use me. Fill me until I’m overflowing. I want to feel you dripping out of me for the rest of the night.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
You slid back into her cum-slick heat in one smooth thrust. Megan’s loud, satisfied moan filled the bathroom as you started fucking her again — harder this time, the wet, filthy sounds of your cock plunging through your own load echoing obscenely.
You pulled her hair, spat on her pussy, rubbed her clit, praised her, degraded her lightly, and fucked her through two more orgasms before pumping a second thick load deep inside her. Then a third.
By the time you were both exhausted, the mirror was fogged with steam and handprints, Megan’s thighs were a glistening, sticky mess of cum and her own juices, and she was still whispering filthy praise against your lips:
“Your cock is perfect… so big for me… only you can breed me like this… I’m such a slut for it… give me more…”
And you knew, without a doubt, that the night was far from over.
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Dr. Anastasia "Ana" Wolff (Original Character)
Summary:
Max Verstappen to Mercedes? The paddock is buzzing. The media’s in meltdown.
Dr. Anastasia “Ana” Wolff, Mercedes’ notoriously brilliant, emotionally unavailable lead systems engineer and Toto Wolff’s eldest daughter, is not handling it well. Because Max isn’t just a potential signing, he’s the man she’s been sleeping with in secret for nearly a decade.
And if the rumours are true, and Max Verstappen really is joining Mercedes, then Ana’s carefully compartmentalised world is about to explode.
Links:
System Failure
Disclaimer
Prologue
Chapter 1: Imola
Chapter 2: Monaco
Chapter 3: Barcelona
Chapter 4: Brackley
Chapter 5: Montreal
Chapter 6: Maaseik
Chapter 7: Spielberg
Chapter 8: Vienna
Chapter 9: Silverstone
Chapter 10: Brackley
Chapter 11: Brackley
Chapter 12: Olbia
Chapter 13: Milton Keynes
Chapter 14: Brackley
Chapter 15: Brackley
Chapter 16: Francorchamps
Chapter 17: Francorchamps
Chapter 18: Brackley
Chapter 19: Monaco
Chapter 20: Monaco
Chapter 21: Monaco
Chapter 22: Monaco
Chapter 23: Budapest
Chapter 24: Budapest
Chapter 25: Budapest
Chapter 26: Budapest
Chapter 27: Monaco
Chapter 28: Brackley
Chapter 29: Monaco
Chapter 30: Monaco
Chapter 31: Olbia
Chapter 32: Olbia
Chapter 33: Cala di Volpe
Chapter 34: Cala di Volpe
Chapter 35: Brackley
Chapter 36: Brackley
Chapter 37: Zandvoort
Chapter 38: Zandvoort
Chapter 39: Zandvoort
Chapter 40: Monza
Chapter 41: Monaco
Chapter 42: Monaco
Chapter 43: Monaco Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 44: Monaco
Chapter 45: Cambridge
Chapter 46: Baku
Chapter 47: Baku Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 48: Baku Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 49: Baku Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 50: Baku
Chapter 51: Baku
Chapter 52: Baku
Chapter 53: Media
Chapter 54: Baku
Chapter 55: Nice
Chapter 56: Nice Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 57: Nice
Chapter 58: Nice Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 59: Stuttgart Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 60: Nice Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 61: Nice Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 62: Nice Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 63: Monaco Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 64: Monaco
Chapter 65: Monaco
Chapter 66: Monaco
Chapter 67: Monaco
Chapter 68: Marina Bay
Patch Notes
Inside Mercedes F1 - Life in the Fast Lane - By Matt Whyman
This is a fake excerpt from Inside Mercedes F1 - Life in the Fast Lane, written by Matt Whyman who followed Mercedes during the 2022/2023 season.
A Dead Man Walking
The motorsport gala where David Coulthard tried to flirt with Ana and promptly regretted it. Set somewhere vaguely between 2019 and 2022.
The Brackley Brain Teaser
Some traditions in Formula 1 never make it into the broadcast. This is one of them.
Vienna, December 2005
How Ana met Toto.
Regrets Only
Niki Lauda had few regrets in life. But one of them was not to sign Max Verstappen to Mercedes when he had the opportunity to.
Forgotten
The one time Ana Wolff screamed at her father: Abu Dhabi 2019.
caving in and giving honor to my roots! and even though it is a bit overrated, here is a hard thought about jjun in filipino inspired by sandali by because! <33333
warnings: filth written in filipino. spg. meanfwb!jjun + fem!reader. mentions of smoker!jjun. rough sex. heavy dirty talks.
"Pre, may crush na ata ako..." ani Soobin, sabay higop sa straw ng mango-flavored palamig na bitbit niya kanina pa. Napasinghap si Yeonjun sa sinabi ng katabi niya, sabay tabig ng balikat nito, bahagyang nakangisi.
"Tangina, tuli ka pala. Akala ko baog ka kasi hindi ka gumaganyan."
"Gago ka, ah."
Yeonjun raised his hand, a sign of surrender sa kaibigan niyang nakabusangot na ngayon. Maikling tawa nalang ang naisagot niya nang samaan siya ng tingin nito. "Oh sige, sinong crush mo?"
"'Yung ano... 'Yung kapitbahay mo pre..."
Tila pumintig ang mga tenga ni Yeonjun sa mga sinabi ng kaibigan niya. Puta, sa lahat-lahat talaga, ikaw pa? Simpleng tango lang ang nasagot niya, hindi alam ang sasabihin. Si Soobin, isa ito sa mga tropa niyang hindi niya kayang saktan. Inosente, tahimik, laging nasa sulok. Samatutal, mahirap buuin ulit kapag nasaktan.
Kaya, paano niya sasabihin sa tropa niya na matagal ka na niyang nabakuran?
Katulad ngayong gabi, nandito na naman kayo sa kwarto niya. Sarado ang bintana, malamig dahil sa aircon na kanina pa ata nakabukas, at amoy cheap na yosing mahilig hithitin ni Yeonjun habang tinitira ka.
Nakatuwad ka ngayon sa kama niya, halos hindi makahinga kasi nakadiin 'yung ulo mo sa unang basang-basa na dahil sa pawis at laway mo. HIndi mo alam kung bakit bigla ka nalang niyang sinundo sa inyo, paalam niya pa hanap ka raw ng pinsan niyang si Taehyun na kaparehas mo ng course. Walang palya sa plano niya, kaya ngayon sagad na sagad na naman ang tite niya sa loob mo.
May gigil sa bawat bayo niya, ramdam mo 'yon kasi bawat galaw ni Yeonjun may kasamang sampal sa pwet mo. Impit na ungol lang ang kaya mong magawa, walang kaide-ideya bakit sobrang-sobra siya sa pagkantot sa'yo ngayon.
At kahit siya, wala rin sa tamang ulirat, ang alam niya lang sarap na sarap ka bawat bayo at haplos niya. Sarap na sarap ka sa pag-angkin niya sa'yo. Nihindi niya na nga hinubad ang pantalon niyang nabasa na rin ng naglalawa mong puke ngayon.
"Tangina talaga, sa akin lang 'di ba? Sa akin lang 'to?" Kapos na kapos siya sa hininga, pero kahit ganon, ramdam mong may galit sa boses niya. Mahigpit na sabunot ang natanggap mo 'nung hindi ka sumagot, may kasama pang malakas na tili. "Sagot, putangina." Gigil na bulong nito sa likod mo, ngayong magkadikit na ulit ang nagi-init na katawan ninyo.
"Yes! Shit!" Umaalog ang suso mo sa bawat hampas ng tite niya sa'yo, kahit mga utong mo kating-kati magpahawak sa kaniya. "Opo, sa'yo lang po, sa'yo lang po ako..." Utal-utal mong sabi, halos kapusin ng hininga sa bawat ulos niya sa namamasa mong gitna.
"Gustong-gusto mo 'to, 'no? 'Yung nilalaspag ka ng burat ko?" Nakangisi niyang tanong sa'yo, at ikaw, wala ka ng ibang magawa kung hindi tumango sa kaniya, halos mabaliw na sa sobra-sobrang pagdiin ng malaki niyang tite na ramdam mong kumakatok sa bukana ng tyan mo.
"Ang dumi-dumi mo, putangina," Mahinang sabi ni Yeonjun habang matinding nakakapit sa bewang mo. Hanggang ngayon, baon na baon ang ari niya sa'yo, ang tanging kaya mong gawin ay higpitan ang kapit ng mainit mong puke sa kaniya.
Maikling natawa si Yeonjun sa ginawa mo, walang pake kahit namumula na ang pwet kakatira niya o sa nagkalat mong make-up sa unan niya. Ang mahalaga, mababoy ka niya hanggang sa wala ng ibang magkagusto sa'yo, hanggat sa matatak mo sa isip mong siya lang ang kayang kumantot sa'yo ng ganito.
"Wala ng ibang magkakagusto sa'yo kapag nalaman nilang hayok ka sa tite ko." Napangisi si Yeonjun nang marinig ang bawat sabi mo ng opo sa kaniya, hindi na makapag-isip ng matino. Mas lumalaki pa ang ngisi sa labi ng maisip niyang mali ang ginagawa niya sa'yo, at sa kaibigan niya. Pero wala eh, siya ang tumitira ngayon sa butas mo. Sa kaniya ka ngayon.
armin hated—no despised women like you. women that never had to lift a finger, never had to do any real work in their entire lives, who had people wait on them hand and foot. women who didn't know a mop from a duster. it wasn’t fair.
the more he thought about it, the more his rage started to turn into something else. his eyes followed the lines of your figure, the curve of your neck, the slight jiggle of your breasts, and your ass... oh your ass was perfect. you could probably fit into any dress you owned, and your tits would spill out. you looked soft and supple, like the most expensive silks, and your scent was a mix of lavender and roses. he hated it. he hated you, but... maybe there was one thing you could do for him.
“fuck—shut up,” armin hissed, cockhead nudging against your squishy cervix. you were too tight, and it was hurting his head. he pulled back, letting his cock fall from your gushing cunt with a wet pop. it bounced up and slapped his stomach, leaving a trail of your slick behind. he stared at it for a few seconds, and you turned your head just enough to look at it.
it was huge, almost monstrously big. the length was thicker than your arm, and the head was bulbous and bright red. the foreskin was retracted, revealing the glans which was leaking a clear liquid. he wasn’t circumcised, but his penis was so large and thick that the skin wasn't visible. a vein snaked its way up the underside, and you felt your cunt clench in response.
“armin—please, wanna cum s’bad.” you whined, bucking your hips as much as possible in his tight grasp. you were so desperate, you wanted nothing more than to cum. you needed to feel him, to have him mark you.
your words seemed to spark something in him, and he moved back so that his dick was lined up with your puffy lips. you watched him, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent moan as he slid inside of you. the tip disappeared, and he continued to push forward, forcing his fat cock deeper and deeper.
his breath hitched when he finally bottomed out, feeling your warm walls fluttering around his shaft. his hands slid to your sides, grasping at your plush stomach and pulling you down his length. he bit his lip, holding back a groan.
it was heaven, pure heaven, and he was sure that no other man had ever experienced something like this before. no man had ever felt a woman as tight and as hot and as wet and as willing. this was your destiny, you were made for him, and only him.
you were perfect, so perfect, and he didn't want to share. “how would mommy and daddy feel about you fucking the lawn boy in their cramped shed, hm?” he said, a wicked grin forming on his face. your eyes widened, and he could see your body stiffen. he pulled back, then thrusted forward roughly, pushing a squeak out of you.
his fingers dug into your hips, holding you still. he set a brutal pace, fucking you so hard and fast that your whole body shook against the tool desk. you could feel him everywhere, all over you, filling you up, consuming you. “does mommy even know where you are, hm? do they know that you're getting your cunt stretched by a poor, uneducated man like me?”
armin couldn't help it. he leaned forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder as his cock pumped into you. your breasts were pressed against his chest, and he could feel your breath on his cheek. he hated how much he was enjoying this, the way you squeezed around him, the way your skin was soft and warm, the way your hair smelled like lavender. he hated how he could feel himself slipping, his self-control faltering.
you were a spoiled, stuck-up brat, and he had no time for people like that. yet here he was, balls deep in you. fucking you like a madman.
his thrusts became more frantic, and he could feel the pressure building. he was close, so close. just a few more pumps, and he would cum. you felt so good, too good. his cock twitched, and he was coming. hot jets of semen shot from the tip, painting your walls white.
he was panting, and his grip loosened. you wiggled, trying to get away. but he had other ideas. his hand shot out, gripping the front of your shirt and yanking you back down his length. you yelped, feeling him sink deeper inside.
“you—“
“what? my cum not wealthy enough to breed you?” he spat, a dark smirk forming on his lips. you felt sick. your pussy clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth.
he pulled out of you, leaving your hole gaping and dripping with his seed. his hand shot up, wrapping around your neck. his grip was tight, and you choked. he lifted you up, and threw you on the floor. your legs were spread, and his eyes were focused on the mess he'd left between your thighs. the sight of his semen oozing from your abused hole made his cock twitch. he licked his lips, his gaze never wavering. his tongue flicked out, running over his teeth as he stared hungrily.
=͟͟͞♡ Part One =͟͟͞♡ Part Two =͟͟͞♡ Part Three =͟͟͞♡ Part four =͟͟͞♡ Part Five =͟͟͞♡ Part Six =͟͟͞♡ Part Seven =͟͟͞♡ Part Eight =͟͟͞♡ Part Nine =͟͟͞♡ Part Ten =͟͟͞♡ Part eleven =͟͟͞♡Part twelve
You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!
=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader
=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Medical procedures, surgery descriptions, crazy sexual tension, explicit sex, oral, rough sex etc. ER setting. Reader 26, Dr. Gojo 34, small age gap, work sex, overuse of prescription drugs, addiction, lots of complications, lots of humor but also eventual drama and lighy angst. Grey's Anatomy vibes ✨️
frat!gojo likes to secretly fuck librarian!reader…
you’re only a couple years older than him, but somehow scored a job at the college library. He thinks you’re so cute, sitting behind the desk, jotting down notes and keeping things organized. The first thing his eyes notice when he steps in is your button down blouse and skirt. He knows you’re in dress code, but he can easily picture what’s underneath, your shirt tight against your tits, and your skirt hugging your ass. He’s very aware he’s a perv. He keeps nasty photos and videos of you in a hidden folder on his phone, made for his eyes only.
He has pictures of you with his cum covering your face and tits, videos of you deep throating him in the back of the library, pictures of your cunt stretched around his cock. The list goes on. You’re such a slut and the average person wouldn’t even know. They don’t know how desperate you get for dick that you’re willing to fuck in a public space. He’s surprised neither of you have gotten caught, but that’s the fun in it.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He leans against the desk, looking down at you.
“Gojo, go away. I’m working,” you sigh, putting a book in the return bin.
“I just wanted to say hi,” he chuckles.
“Unless you’re here to return that book you checked out, I don’t wanna talk.”
He leans in closer towards you, smirking to himself as he reaches over plays with the collar of your shirt, pretending to fix it. “Isn’t your break soon? Maybe we can talk then?” He licks his lips.
Fifteen minutes later and Gojo has you on your knees in the employee only bathroom, your tits out and his cock down your throat. Both of your hands cup your tits, pulling at your hard nipples as he fucks your face. Spit messily coats your chin and drips onto your chest, your lipstick smeared across your face and his shaft.
“Stick out your tongue, baby.” He pulls out of your mouth, pointing the phone towards your face as he slaps his heavy cock on your tongue. He lets out a breathless chuckle, smiling down at you. “You’re such a fucking mess. Stand up and let me get a look at your pussy.”
You’re quick on your feet, hiking up your skirt as you bend over the sink, spreading your legs for him. The cold air hits your warm cunt, sending shivers up your spine. Gojo walks up behind you, spreading your ass, pointing the camera at your dripping pussy.
“No fucking panties? You were hoping I’d come visit you today, huh? So wet just from sucking my dick.” He stood up straight, rubbing the head of his cock against your folds, nudging against your puffy clit.
“Nngh! Hurry up my break ends soon!” You say between moans, gripping the edge of the sink.
“Impatient, are we?” He sucks in a deep breath, the swollen head of his cock pushing past your folds, your gummy walls wrapping around him inch by inch, stretching your poor cunt. “Mmmm, fuck you’re always so warm and tight.” His hand swats against your ass as slowly begins to move his hips.
You can feel yourself squeeze around him, sucking him back in each time he gets close to pulling out. The fat of your ass smacks against his hips, the sound echoing off of the bathroom walls. “Ah! Yes, yes!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Look at how fucking tight you’re gripping me, holy shit—fuck!” He groans. He points the camera towards the point where you two meet, capturing the way your pussy leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, squelching each time he pushes his hips deeper.
Your legs feel like jelly as he continues to hit that sweet spot at the very back. You can feel his cock throb against your walls, nestling his cock deep inside of you, his hips flush against your ass. “Ah! Fuck!” You squeal. He snaps his hips again, his strokes fast and ruthless, your entire body being knocked forward against the sink. “Just like that! Please, please,” you pant. Sweat clings to your skin, your body heating up the closer the orgasm draws near.
“You about to cum already?” He mockingly says. “What a greedy pussy.” He scoffs.
“Gonna…cum! Oh my godddd—I’m cumming!” Gojo slaps his hand over your mouth as you have a screaming orgasm. He can feel your pussy clench around him as he continues to fuck you, continuing to hit that sweet spot of yours to turn your brain into mush. Your body shakes in his hold, looking down at his phone to make sure he’s capturing the whole thing. A smile pulls at the corner of his lips, watching the way you coat his cock in your cum, covering it in white.
“Fuck! There you go! Yes, yes!” He grunts, thrusting into you hard, your ass rippling against his hips as he grows desperate to reach his orgasm. He bites down on his lower lip, trying his best to conceal his own moans so you two won’t get caught. “Oh shit…I’m gonna cum…oh fuckkk.” His jaw goes slack, tempted to cum inside of you but he quickly pulls out, his hand pumping his cock, nasty and slick. Thick ropes of warm cum land on your messy pussy, costing your folds and even some of your ass. His hips twitch, his cock sensitive as he drains every last drop. He breathes heavily, smacking your ass as he records the mess you both made. He ends the recording, laughing to himself.
“You got it all over me, Gojo!” You huff, feeling it drip between your legs.
“I’m sorry. Here.” He grabs some paper towels, wiping you up as best as he could.
“You’re lucky I have a pair of underwear in my bag.” You stand up straight, fixing your skirt and shirt. “My makeup!” You gasp, looking at your smeared lipstick and runny mascara in the mirror. “I can’t walk out like this!” You turn to him, smacking his shoulder.
“Not my fault you suck dick so good. Just say you were crying or something?” He shrugs.
“Ugh, whatever. I have to go. Don’t let anyone see you walk out this bathroom or—”
“Or we’ll both be in big trouble. Yeah, I know.” He nods, adjusting his belt and pulling his shirt down. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He gives you a sleazy smile, pulling you in by your waist.
“Maybe…we’re supposed to be really busy tomorrow.”
He sucks his teeth and roll his eyes. “You always say that and yet it’s never true. Come on, sweetheart, I can see that smile on your face.”
You turn away from him, trying your hardest to hold back your smile. “Fine. Tomorrow.” You nod.
“Can’t wait.” He kisses your cheek before you pull away. “Aye! Send me some pictures of you in the shower tonight, yeah? I’m in the mood for some soapy titty pics.”
“Whatever, play boy!” You roll your eyes, walking out of the bathroom, hearing him laugh at your response.
armin hated—no despised women like you. women that never had to lift a finger, never had to do any real work in their entire lives, who had people wait on them hand and foot. women who didn't know a mop from a duster. it wasn’t fair.
the more he thought about it, the more his rage started to turn into something else. his eyes followed the lines of your figure, the curve of your neck, the slight jiggle of your breasts, and your ass... oh your ass was perfect. you could probably fit into any dress you owned, and your tits would spill out. you looked soft and supple, like the most expensive silks, and your scent was a mix of lavender and roses. he hated it. he hated you, but... maybe there was one thing you could do for him.
“fuck—shut up,” armin hissed, cockhead nudging against your squishy cervix. you were too tight, and it was hurting his head. he pulled back, letting his cock fall from your gushing cunt with a wet pop. it bounced up and slapped his stomach, leaving a trail of your slick behind. he stared at it for a few seconds, and you turned your head just enough to look at it.
it was huge, almost monstrously big. the length was thicker than your arm, and the head was bulbous and bright red. the foreskin was retracted, revealing the glans which was leaking a clear liquid. he wasn’t circumcised, but his penis was so large and thick that the skin wasn't visible. a vein snaked its way up the underside, and you felt your cunt clench in response.
“armin—please, wanna cum s’bad.” you whined, bucking your hips as much as possible in his tight grasp. you were so desperate, you wanted nothing more than to cum. you needed to feel him, to have him mark you.
your words seemed to spark something in him, and he moved back so that his dick was lined up with your puffy lips. you watched him, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent moan as he slid inside of you. the tip disappeared, and he continued to push forward, forcing his fat cock deeper and deeper.
his breath hitched when he finally bottomed out, feeling your warm walls fluttering around his shaft. his hands slid to your sides, grasping at your plush stomach and pulling you down his length. he bit his lip, holding back a groan.
it was heaven, pure heaven, and he was sure that no other man had ever experienced something like this before. no man had ever felt a woman as tight and as hot and as wet and as willing. this was your destiny, you were made for him, and only him.
you were perfect, so perfect, and he didn't want to share. “how would mommy and daddy feel about you fucking the lawn boy in their cramped shed, hm?” he said, a wicked grin forming on his face. your eyes widened, and he could see your body stiffen. he pulled back, then thrusted forward roughly, pushing a squeak out of you.
his fingers dug into your hips, holding you still. he set a brutal pace, fucking you so hard and fast that your whole body shook against the tool desk. you could feel him everywhere, all over you, filling you up, consuming you. “does mommy even know where you are, hm? do they know that you're getting your cunt stretched by a poor, uneducated man like me?”
armin couldn't help it. he leaned forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder as his cock pumped into you. your breasts were pressed against his chest, and he could feel your breath on his cheek. he hated how much he was enjoying this, the way you squeezed around him, the way your skin was soft and warm, the way your hair smelled like lavender. he hated how he could feel himself slipping, his self-control faltering.
you were a spoiled, stuck-up brat, and he had no time for people like that. yet here he was, balls deep in you. fucking you like a madman.
his thrusts became more frantic, and he could feel the pressure building. he was close, so close. just a few more pumps, and he would cum. you felt so good, too good. his cock twitched, and he was coming. hot jets of semen shot from the tip, painting your walls white.
he was panting, and his grip loosened. you wiggled, trying to get away. but he had other ideas. his hand shot out, gripping the front of your shirt and yanking you back down his length. you yelped, feeling him sink deeper inside.
“you—“
“what? my cum not wealthy enough to breed you?” he spat, a dark smirk forming on his lips. you felt sick. your pussy clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth.
he pulled out of you, leaving your hole gaping and dripping with his seed. his hand shot up, wrapping around your neck. his grip was tight, and you choked. he lifted you up, and threw you on the floor. your legs were spread, and his eyes were focused on the mess he'd left between your thighs. the sight of his semen oozing from your abused hole made his cock twitch. he licked his lips, his gaze never wavering. his tongue flicked out, running over his teeth as he stared hungrily.
cw: nerd!armin, nsfw, smut, pwp, college au, exhibitionism? p in v, slightly public sex, sex in library, armin is mean, riding, spit, tutor? armin secret sex pro, lowk just pure smut in the library bc nerd armin has taken over my brain
nerd!armin has you bouncing up and down his cock. tucked in the corner of the library that no one visits, where no one can hear your muffled cries.
drool hangs out the corner of your mouth, soaking the fabric of the pink, lacy panties you had put on just for him, the same ones he had ripped off of you.
just moments before, you had innocently asked him for help on an assignment...before purposely dropping your pencil to show off your new pair.
armin wasn't well known to others, but he had been your secret obsession the whole semester. but while everyone else was out partying, he was studying, meaning that you had to resort to... alternative measures in order to see him outside of class.
"you just had to show off, didn't you?" he grunts, lifting your hips before slamming them down brutally. "wanted everyone to see what a little slut you are, hmm?"
you can only stifle a moan in response, tears pooling at your eyes as you clutch onto his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soaked by your fluids. the plap! plap! plap! of skin against skin is loud and audible, but the sound is the least of your worries as armin stills his grip on you, all movement coming to a halt.
you whine pathetically, squirming in his arms to attempt some form of relief.
a slap! rings through the library, and the stinging sensation on your left asscheek leaves you whining and rutting for more.
"stupid slut." he growls, fogged up glasses slipping down the rim of his nose. he slaps you again, before lifting your hips and thrusting up into your, hard.
"ah!" you crumble, face burying into his neck. he lifts his hand from your ass to tangle it into your hair, pulling your head to face him. "fucked so dumb you can't even look at me anymore?" he snatches the panties out of your mouth. "let me hear you moan."
you obey, letting forth your cries as he resumes his thrusts, pounding into your poor, abused pussy like it's his last race.
"a-armin, wait, i'm 'bout to--!" you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans as the dam breaks. wet, erotic squelches continue as he fucks you through your high.
suddenly, you're flipped onto the desk, study materials flying onto the floor as he pins your stomach to the brown hardwood. he presses down on your back, leaning over you to lick a stripe up your ear. "who said you could cum without permission?"
you hear a rustling behind you. in your fucked-out gaze, you see him pulling off the rubber that is soaked with your fluids. he catches your stare. a grin tugs at the corners of his lips. "bad girls deserve to get fucked raw."
raw? a shiver runs down your spine. "wait, armin, it's a bad day for me--ah!" you're silenced as he rams into your pussy, bottoming out in one deep, brutal thrust. you're a moaning mess, fingernails etching into the wood as you're slammed back and forth against the table. "n-no, i'm gonna get preg-ah! pregnant..."
he scoffs, pushing you down harder. "even better."
armin presses against your back, snatching your jaw to slam his lips against yours.
his glasses press against your nose, and he squeezes your cheeks to grant himself entrance into your mouth. As your tongues collide, you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing scrape against the roof of your mouth. you moan into him, heated pants stealing your breath as your walls squeeze around his cock involuntarily.
"you like that?" he chuckles darkly, pulling away to stick out his tongue. "got it just for this."
he lifts you by your hair, forcing your back to arch as he bullies his way into your core. he pulls you into a kiss again, before mumbling a quick, "open," and spitting into your open mouth with a splat!
you take it, swallowing obediently and sticking out your tongue to show him your work. he groans filthily, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. he roughly slams into you, a grin erupting onto his face, and you see his tongue dart out to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth.
he flips you over with a grunt, slamming your back into the table as he begins pummeling into your core. "cum again f'me." he mumbles, wiping the fog off his glasses. he's reaching down to rub circles on your clit. "cum. now."
with his words, you come undone on his cock, legs spasming as you clutch at his wet t-shirt. you're shaking as his thrusts slow, before he gives you one last thrust, bottoming out to shoot ropes of cum into your womb. with a low, "fuck..." he's pumping for at least a minute, and you can feel the hot spurts painting your insides white as he stills inside of you.
he's panting, face buried into your neck, glasses pushed up into his hair. you both lie there for a moment, savoring the post-nut bliss before he slowly pulls out of you, bringing a moan out of your mouth. you feel the sliding of his cock as he taps it on the head of your clit, admiring his handiwork. he whistles, taking out his phone to snap a picture of your cum-filled hole, the white fluids dripping down onto your thigh.
you're too fucked out to care as he records your sorry state, giving your cunt a few slaps, even pushing a finger into your hole to plug his cum back in, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. he's stuffing his cock back into his pants, but you can barely move, still twitching and panting on the table from your high.
he's about to leave when he gives you a once over, then takes off his plaid flannel to wrap you in it carefully. he sits you down carefully, brushing your hair from your face, leaving a soft peck on your temple. he slides your used panties up your legs, making sure to carefully keep his seed inside, then smooths out your skirt, tucking a business card into your waistband. he's cleaning off his glasses before bidding you farewell, leaving you in the library to collect yourself.
you were definitely going to schedule another session.
"call me if you need another lesson."
you slowly pull out the card, eyes skimming the letters on the cardstock and fingers quick to save the number in your phone.
Armin Arlert, Tutoring Services, XX university, (#).
cw: nerd!armin, nsfw, smut, pwp, college au, exhibitionism? p in v, slightly public sex, sex in library, armin is mean, riding, spit, tutor? armin secret sex pro, lowk just pure smut in the library bc nerd armin has taken over my brain
nerd!armin has you bouncing up and down his cock. tucked in the corner of the library that no one visits, where no one can hear your muffled cries.
drool hangs out the corner of your mouth, soaking the fabric of the pink, lacy panties you had put on just for him, the same ones he had ripped off of you.
just moments before, you had innocently asked him for help on an assignment...before purposely dropping your pencil to show off your new pair.
armin wasn't well known to others, but he had been your secret obsession the whole semester. but while everyone else was out partying, he was studying, meaning that you had to resort to... alternative measures in order to see him outside of class.
"you just had to show off, didn't you?" he grunts, lifting your hips before slamming them down brutally. "wanted everyone to see what a little slut you are, hmm?"
you can only stifle a moan in response, tears pooling at your eyes as you clutch onto his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soaked by your fluids. the plap! plap! plap! of skin against skin is loud and audible, but the sound is the least of your worries as armin stills his grip on you, all movement coming to a halt.
you whine pathetically, squirming in his arms to attempt some form of relief.
a slap! rings through the library, and the stinging sensation on your left asscheek leaves you whining and rutting for more.
"stupid slut." he growls, fogged up glasses slipping down the rim of his nose. he slaps you again, before lifting your hips and thrusting up into your, hard.
"ah!" you crumble, face burying into his neck. he lifts his hand from your ass to tangle it into your hair, pulling your head to face him. "fucked so dumb you can't even look at me anymore?" he snatches the panties out of your mouth. "let me hear you moan."
you obey, letting forth your cries as he resumes his thrusts, pounding into your poor, abused pussy like it's his last race.
"a-armin, wait, i'm 'bout to--!" you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans as the dam breaks. wet, erotic squelches continue as he fucks you through your high.
suddenly, you're flipped onto the desk, study materials flying onto the floor as he pins your stomach to the brown hardwood. he presses down on your back, leaning over you to lick a stripe up your ear. "who said you could cum without permission?"
you hear a rustling behind you. in your fucked-out gaze, you see him pulling off the rubber that is soaked with your fluids. he catches your stare. a grin tugs at the corners of his lips. "bad girls deserve to get fucked raw."
raw? a shiver runs down your spine. "wait, armin, it's a bad day for me--ah!" you're silenced as he rams into your pussy, bottoming out in one deep, brutal thrust. you're a moaning mess, fingernails etching into the wood as you're slammed back and forth against the table. "n-no, i'm gonna get preg-ah! pregnant..."
he scoffs, pushing you down harder. "even better."
armin presses against your back, snatching your jaw to slam his lips against yours.
his glasses press against your nose, and he squeezes your cheeks to grant himself entrance into your mouth. As your tongues collide, you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing scrape against the roof of your mouth. you moan into him, heated pants stealing your breath as your walls squeeze around his cock involuntarily.
"you like that?" he chuckles darkly, pulling away to stick out his tongue. "got it just for this."
he lifts you by your hair, forcing your back to arch as he bullies his way into your core. he pulls you into a kiss again, before mumbling a quick, "open," and spitting into your open mouth with a splat!
you take it, swallowing obediently and sticking out your tongue to show him your work. he groans filthily, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. he roughly slams into you, a grin erupting onto his face, and you see his tongue dart out to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth.
he flips you over with a grunt, slamming your back into the table as he begins pummeling into your core. "cum again f'me." he mumbles, wiping the fog off his glasses. he's reaching down to rub circles on your clit. "cum. now."
with his words, you come undone on his cock, legs spasming as you clutch at his wet t-shirt. you're shaking as his thrusts slow, before he gives you one last thrust, bottoming out to shoot ropes of cum into your womb. with a low, "fuck..." he's pumping for at least a minute, and you can feel the hot spurts painting your insides white as he stills inside of you.
he's panting, face buried into your neck, glasses pushed up into his hair. you both lie there for a moment, savoring the post-nut bliss before he slowly pulls out of you, bringing a moan out of your mouth. you feel the sliding of his cock as he taps it on the head of your clit, admiring his handiwork. he whistles, taking out his phone to snap a picture of your cum-filled hole, the white fluids dripping down onto your thigh.
you're too fucked out to care as he records your sorry state, giving your cunt a few slaps, even pushing a finger into your hole to plug his cum back in, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. he's stuffing his cock back into his pants, but you can barely move, still twitching and panting on the table from your high.
he's about to leave when he gives you a once over, then takes off his plaid flannel to wrap you in it carefully. he sits you down carefully, brushing your hair from your face, leaving a soft peck on your temple. he slides your used panties up your legs, making sure to carefully keep his seed inside, then smooths out your skirt, tucking a business card into your waistband. he's cleaning off his glasses before bidding you farewell, leaving you in the library to collect yourself.
you were definitely going to schedule another session.
"call me if you need another lesson."
you slowly pull out the card, eyes skimming the letters on the cardstock and fingers quick to save the number in your phone.
Armin Arlert, Tutoring Services, XX university, (#).
Armin's got a thing for the new sorority pledge. | artist : juvianism
part two
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, piv, perv!nerdmin ftw, heavy petting, fingering, m!masturbation, oral f!receiving, blowjobs/facefucking, unprotected sex/unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it!) cumshots, mentions of creampie, armin has a tongue piercing, dacryphilia, size kink, dubcon
TRIGGER WARNINGS: heavyyy on the dubcon, armin is a lying ass manipulator here, could possibly be seen as coercion? pls dont read and/or engage if you're sensitive to these things.
pairing : armin arlert x reader
word count : 9k
what's playing 🎧 : the party & the after party by the weeknd
a/n : hiii guys as u can see i've def fallen back into my old anime era hehe, i rlly hope u enjoy, if u do pls lmk in the comments! i also posted this on a new ao3 acc i made, my user is p0lkadotted if u want to support me and my future works on there :) anyway, happy belated bday to my angel armin, mwah !
A pair of intrigued blue eyes had been tracking your every movement since you entered the party, immediately curious to know more about you. His intrigue was instant; the second you breached the entrance with your sorority, your face was the only one that stuck out from the crowd.
He was able to see the reflective glint of your pledge button pinned to your costume as you entered, his sense of intrigue only heightening.
New meat.
There were a couple other girls with the same button clipped to their costumes, but Armin didn’t care. No, he was only interested in you and knew his target was locked.
He watched with an endearing but patronizing gaze as this new pretty little pledge attempted to veil her nervousness from being in a seemingly new setting, behind the facade of confidence.
He watched you strut across the congested living room filled from wall to wall with drunk 20 something year olds, attempting to hold your head up high when he could sense that all you wanted was to disappear.
“You ever actually gonna go up to her or are you just gonna stare at her all night?” Eren asked, breaking Armin out of focus by ducking down slightly to reach his ear, one finger plugging his own while his available arm slung loosely around Mikasa’s waist.
Armin glanced over at Eren with a knowing look, a self assured smile faintly crossing his lips, responding over the blasting music.
“I have a plan.” He replied with a shrug, sipping from his vodka and sprite.
“You shouldn’t have to formulate a plan for something so simple, Armin. Just go up to her.” Mikasa added, slightly curling her hand around the side of her mouth, raising her voice above the loud collective drone of people surrounding the area.
Armin sighed, finishing the last of his drink, pushing the empty cup into Eren’s chest, sparing his two friends a smug, sideways glance before he spoke.
“I have a plan.” He repeated, cockier this time. His eyes found your figure once more, and knew the plan in question was already going into effect. He left his friends without another word, weaving his way through the sweaty mass of people, and heading directly over to you.
He had bided his time and waited until you were inevitably left on your own, abandoned by your sorority sisters, leaving you available for him to approach.
“Hi,” He called out, pulling your attention over to him. You turned around, a small smile spreading over your face when your eyes adjusted amidst the dark space and onto the person before you.
The only beacon of light within the stuffed frat house were the streaming violet and blue flood lights, its deep saturation illuminating the nameless stranger’s face, aiding you in making out his features.
He’s cute.
He gathered you didn’t mind the sight of him, an intrigue of your own sparking in your pretty eyes. Either that or you were relieved to no longer be by yourself at what he assumed was probably your first party here. He didn’t mind if that was the case, he’d let you use him for company all you wanted.
“Hi,” you repeated, shifting your weight onto one foot, your fingers nervously twitching around your cup. He noticed this little detail of course. He noticed everything.
“I’m Armin, I just wanted to say that I like your costume,” he complimented kindly, his gaze dragging over you and admiring the way your costume was nearly painted onto your body.
You were a deer, how fitting. You grinned, taking his compliment purely, glancing down at it before flickering back over to him, your eyes flitting over his costume. You introduced yourself, pausing for a beat, mustering some bravery to compliment him back before responding.
“Thank you! I-I like yours too! Cloud right? From Final Fantasy?” He raised a brow, nodding in confirmation, a mix of awe and adoration striking his chest. “Thank you! Do you play?” he asked, hoping you would say yes. When you confirmed that you indeed played, he nearly felt his knees buckle in on him.
“That’s cool,” He smiled, pretending that this little piece of information about you didn’t make his cock twitch.
“I just got the Final Fantasy remastered pixel series, maybe one day you can come over to my dorm and we can game together?” He offered with a slight welcoming nudge of his shoulder and a tempting smile, testing the waters with a bit more eagerness than he originally planned.
Initially, he was supposed to slowly turn up the heat little by little before you even realized you were burning at all.
But he couldn’t help himself, at the end of the day he was just a dork who got hard at the drop of a hat whenever a pretty girl shared his interests.
Despite the fact that his forwardness went a little over your head, it still left you a little flustered, left your heart thudding that much harder and for words to suddenly be a little harder to piece together. But overall it didn’t put you off. Not in the slightest.
So far so good.
“I’d like that,” you beamed with an air of gentleness, and Armin felt confidence balloon in his chest at how well things were going with you.
“Y’know I almost wasn’t even going to be Cloud, I was originally going to be Link but, my friend Eren said it’d be too dorky so, this was my next best option.” He laughed, rolling his eyes at the memory. You gasped in mild shock, furrowing your brows with a tilt of your head.
“Legend of Zelda is sick, your friend must not have taste,” you chided, feigning disdain towards the newly mentioned Eren. And Armin would have been lying through his teeth if he said your little display and shared love for Legend of Zelda didn’t make him want to bend you over right there and stuff you full of him.
Before he could respond, you continued on. “I mean, your Cloud is still amazing, but you would’ve made for a perfect Link,” You sighed with faux disappointment, your eyes dragging over him once more. “Do you always do what your friends tell you to?” you hummed wryly, a small mischievous curl in the corner of your lips.
Oh?
Armin enjoyed receiving a little ribbing from you, relishing in how cute you are when you tease. He wondered how far that trait of yours went.
He chuckled, pursing his lips with a slow nod, taking that little playful hit of yours while his tongue poked his inner cheek. He made it a point to let his eyes linger over your pledge button before shifting back to yours, knowing full well what both fraternities and sororities alike, put their pledges through.
“You really wanna talk about letting people tell you what to do?” He pushed back, folding his arms over his chest loosely, challenging you right back. He didn’t miss the way you watched his arms flex slightly from the casual movement, having suddenly felt immense gratitude that he had been letting Eren drag him along to the gym with him every weekend.
You nearly conceded in that moment, a faint smile of defeat spreading across your lips as you looked away, taking a swig from your cup. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you waved him off, huffing with pretend annoyance. He exhaled humorously, enjoying this back and forth with you.
“So are you telling me that you don’t belong to this frat?” You questioned with faux suspiciousness, narrowing your eyes at him in a way he found devastatingly cute. He snorted, shaking his head an affirmative ‘no.’
“Oh God no, my major and extracurriculars are too demanding and time consuming to get involved with something like a frat.” You tilted your head, a soft hum of wonder leaving past your lips at his answer.
“Oh? And what’s takin’ up all your time then?” You asked, having felt more and more drawn into him the longer you were with him, much to Armin’s glee.
“I’m a comp-sci major and I’m on the swim team.” He answered and immediately your mind flashed with very self indulgent images of him shirtless and in tight swim trunks, diving into the pool on campus.
Dear God you definitely had to go to one of his meets.
“You sound like a busy guy,” you responded, peering at him from behind the rim of your cup, taking another sip to hide the fact you were a little too excited upon finding out this morsel of information.
“How’d you manage to find the time to come to a party?” He exhaled humorously at your question, pursing his lips through a small smile, a slight shrug dropping in his shoulders.
“The same friend who convinced me to not be Link dragged me here.” He sighed with a light chuckle, shaking his head until the tail-end of his laugh cut short, pretending as if he just suddenly realized something.
He glanced around you, feigning a slightly concerned confusion at your lack of company. “Speaking of friends, where’re your sorority sisters? Or did you come by yourself?” he asked, knowing full well that you had arrived with them. You huffed like a kicked puppy, shaking your head with a dejected little ‘no’ like he knew you would.
“No, we came together but, one by one they all kinda ditched me here. Well, save for my friend Sasha, I think she actually just got lost in the crowd,” you explained, and Armin nodded, listening intently, pretending to be saddened for you when in reality, your string of bad luck was disguised as his good fortune.
He clicked his tongue, a glint of metal in the center of his tongue catching your eye. You went still for a moment, the sight caused a low stir in the pit of your belly and a little thrum in your clit, your mind immediately jumping to the obscene.
You slowly snapped out of it when he shook his head with an insincere commiseration, reminding you that then was not the time to be fantasizing about his face between your thighs while he was literally standing in front of you.
“That’s a shame, would’ve figured that they’d know better than to leave a new pledge here by herself.” He tch’d with an artificial breath of disappointment towards your sorority sisters. Your back went somewhat straight at that, eyes flickering across his face as if an explanation would be written in his features.
“Wh..Why do you say that?” you asked, sounding more meek than you intended. “They didn’t tell you?” He questioned, leaning a little closer now, fake sympathy that you took as genuine etched across his downcast gaze. You shook your head, hanging off of his words with nervous anticipation.
“No, why? Is there something that’s gonna happen?” You questioned anxiously, your eyes darting around as if a threat will make itself known suddenly. He had to hold back a humorous exhale at your cautiousness, forcing himself to stick with his story.
“Well, yes and no. Some of the frat guys like to pick off the new pledge girls, they pretend it isn’t the case but they present them with two options, hook up or get hazed.” He explained, watching you grimace with disgust and shock, a visible look of betrayal flashing through your eyes at the notion that your so-called sisters would not only leave you in an environment like this, but let alone bring you to one.
“Oh my God, are you serious?” you breathed out, shaking your head, full of disdain at the information.
“Unfortunately,” he nodded, his voice carrying an air of feigned disappointment towards the made up story he fed you. “I hope the other girls are okay…” You trailed off, peeking behind him to try and find some of the other girls you pledged with.
He stiffened, gently moving in front of your wandering eyes, his hands coming up to soothingly squeeze your arms. “I’m sure they’ll be okay, my friend that I mentioned earlier and a couple of our other friends usually keep a good eye out during these things. I’m confident if anyone tries anything, they’ll make sure that it doesn’t come to fruition.” He reassured you, his hands were warm on your skin, lulling you back down to earth with him. Your diligent, searching eyes fell back to him, exhaling a low sigh under your breath.
“Okay…” you trailed off quietly, your brows drawing together in a way that read as both sweet and pathetic, your eyes flickering between his with a silent plea before you even spoke. You didn’t need to at that point, Armin already knew that he had you hook line and sinker.
“I don’t want you to feel obligated but…if you don’t mind… would you stay with me tonight? U-Until I can find at least one of my sisters here, then I can maybe look for more of us with her and be out of your hair.”
Oh you made this so easy. Poor thing, he almost felt bad. Almost. He shook his head gently, shushing you with lightheartedness and dismissing your guilt of being a burden with ease.
“Be in my hair, it’s okay. I don’t mind at all.” He chuckled softly, running his hands up and down your arms comfortingly. You smiled, exhaling a breath of relief at his reassurance, putting more trust into him than you should.
“Do you wanna go upstairs for a bit? Just to get away from all the mess down here?” He murmured, his tone as delicate and dulcet in your ear as he could make it amidst the ear-ringingly loud music. His lips brushed against your hair as he leaned down, his cologne wafting around you from how close he was.
Sea breeze and a hint of eucalyptus, paired with the faint scent of alcohol and mint on his breath; you assumed the mint was to cover the slight smell of cigarettes you caught too.
Almost hazily, you agreed, too lost in his honeyed words and his intoxicating air to consider why that might not be a good idea. He didn’t wait for you to think twice about it, taking your hand in his and guiding you through the ocean of people in your path.
He trailed behind you up the staircase, a hand politely and protectively at the small of your back, glancing back down at the party and laughing to himself when he sees Eren gawking at him leading you upstairs.
Eren’s finger motioned between the two of you, surprised that his best friend actually managed to go through with what he figured to be a ridiculous and overly-thought out plan. Armin shrugged smugly, his eyes flitting up at you, ensuring your gaze was still pointed up the steps before he looked back down at Eren.
He made a jerking motion towards his mouth, poking his tongue into his cheek with every flick of his wrist, a smirk curled in the corner of his lips. Providing a visual as to what he assumed would occur later in the night with you.
Eren rolled his eyes, grimacing half heartedly at his friend’s lewdness. Armin flipped him off, brimming with cockiness, then turned back to you, tilting his head and letting you climb the steps a little further than him. He managed to catch a peek at your white panties under your short skirt, admiring the view before picking up the pace and following close behind you.
Once you made it upstairs he took your hand once more, pushing past the people in your way with ease, the upper level carrying far less people than it held downstairs. You had followed his lead, letting him guide you past the hallway, while you stood idly behind him, watching as he pushed open a couple doors until he landed on a room that was the least filthiest. He ushered you inside and shut the door with his heel once you were both in.
You wandered into a stranger’s bedroom, unaware of the watchful stare behind you. He drank in every little move you made, the way you carried yourself, the way you wavered about nervously, like the reality of his intentions all along might’ve been finally surfacing your mind.
But when you turned around, and smiled a real smile at him, he concluded you hadn’t yet, and he was still in the clear. Your willingness and overall trust for him prompted a somewhat arrogant thought in his mind.
Someone’s got a crush.
He concluded internally, stepping towards you while returning your grin with one of his own. It wasn’t like he minded, far from it. He liked you too, in his own…unique way.
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble to get you alone. He wouldn’t have sent distractions to pluck off your sorority sisters one by one, he wouldn’t have enlisted Connie to (unknowingly) separate Sasha from your side, and he wouldn’t have come up with that story about the ‘hook up or haze’ thing with the frat guys.
Well, to be fair, he did truly find most of the frat guys downstairs to be complete sleeze-bags, save for Eren and Reiner. And he supposes Connie… but Connie isn’t even in the frat. The point is, most of the guys downstairs are assholes.
But he’s not!
His lie very well could’ve been the truth. In all honesty, he wouldn’t put it past those guys to do something like that. So really, he was protecting you from a very real, very possible danger. At the end of the day, there couldn’t be a safer guy to be around than him.
You plopped onto the edge of the bed, kicking off your heels that you’d been dying to take off all night, watching as Armin joined you, the bed dipping beneath him as he sat. Your thighs were flush together, prompting you to pretend that the feeling of his thigh pressed to yours and the warmth that came with it didn’t make your chest get tight and stomach flutter.
His proximity to you alone expelled the type of heat across your cheeks that only ever comes with the rush of jitters from being around someone new and exciting.
“Thank you for staying with me, I know the last thing most people would want is to babysit a freshman,” you said, turning slightly to look at Armin, your voice as soft as the air between you both. He shook his head, reaching down to squeeze your knee, taking note as to how your leg twitched to be closer to his, fighting back the urge to let his smug smile grow.
“Stop apologizing,” he hushed you, his hand slipping away from your knee and letting your skin grow cold without his touch, wanting you to subconsciously start seeking it out on your own. “I’m not babysitting you, I like talking with you.” He promised, and his words were actually truthful, he did enjoy talking to you, and he didn’t feel like he was babysitting you. No he plotted on you, but that was the part that didn’t need to be said aloud.
You glanced down, too flustered to maintain eye contact. Instead opting for looking at your dangling sock covered feet, the lace frills around your ankles shimmering from the moonlight that was peeking in.
“I like talking to you too,” you admitted like a schoolgirl confessing to her crush, and Armin grinned, his head tilting to the side while he looked down at your lack of a reciprocated stare.
“Yeah?” he murmured amusedly, his palms splayed behind him, leaning back slightly on the bed. You finally hulled your eyes back up to his, your breath halting in your throat at the way he’s laid out beside you.
He didn’t look like the other guys who’ve attempted the ‘casually sexy’ seduction route with you – no, Armin was actually just hot, all without trying. It made you nervous, and he loved it, loved how you were responsive to just about everything he did.
“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling and dragging your stare away from his fit and toned midriff and back up to his eyes. He caught the look in your eyes, caught the way you checked him out and how you quickly tried snapping out of it, and it made his cock stir in his pants, impatience beginning to impede into his veins.
Despite that, he knew he had to continue following the rules of operation.
“By the way, I never asked you, what’s your major?” He asked, nudging your knee with his. You sighed, a small guilty smile spreading across your face. “I’m still undecided,” you winced slightly, as if you’re worried he’ll judge you for not having decided yet. He shrugged simply, pulling himself forward and towards you again, his knee still pressed to yours, and you found yourself hoping he didn’t move away.
“That’s okay, you still have time. It’s better to take your time figuring out what you want to devote all your time to rather than having to switch. My friend Connie switched four times, and still isn’t satisfied.” He laughed softly, trying to take the importance off of your decision so that it seemed less intimidating.
Reassuring you came so easy to him, and he meant all of the kind words he said and all it did was make you melt further into the palms of his hands. You just weren’t aware of the lies, but you didn’t need to be, they were simply a necessary evil you’d come to appreciate in time. That is, if you ever found out. And he doesn’t plan for you to.
“Yeah, you’re right, I think I’m just so scared of picking wrong that I can’t commit to one,” you explained, shoulders slumped with stress. He brought his hand behind your back, gently circling over your skin with his large palm, breathing life into your flesh, nearly tinging you from the contact.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon, you’re a smart girl.” He added assuringly, and you tried your hardest to not suck in a sharp breath at his gentle praise, your lower tummy stirring with something akin to want. You turned to look back at him, your eyes falling to his parted lips, feeling way more distracted than you should have been.
“Did um…” you pointed shyly at your own mouth, motioning towards your tongue. “Did that hurt?” He felt nearly triumphant at your question, gauging an idea as to where your thoughts were due to the sheepish way you asked. He stuck out his tongue, leaning a little closer to you and letting you get a better look at it before withdrawing it back into his mouth to speak, much to your dismay.
“It wasn’t so bad, about the equivalent to a papercut,” He explained, watching your eyes widen with awe. “Wow, you must have a pretty good pain tolerance then,” you murmured, your eyes still trying to catch a peek at the way the metal glints ever so slightly. “Nah, the piercing itself just wasn’t too bad. The healing though?” He exhaled, shaking his head at the memory.
“That was gruesome. Could hardly eat anything besides bland soup, anything remotely spicy would’ve killed me for sure.” He chuckled, taking in your sudden fixation on his piercing, wondering just how long it's been on your mind for.
“That sucks, I bet it.. it hurt to do a lot while it was healing.” You added, attempting to swallow down the inappropriate feelings that were arising from the seemingly innocent topic. Armin didn’t need that from you though, there were better things he could’ve had you swallow.
For the time being, he just nodded in agreement, pretending like he couldn’t tell that you were dying to hear less about what his piercing prevented him from doing and more about what it could do. What it could do for you. He leaned in a little closer to you, brushing his arm with yours, sensing how these small fleeting touches made you crave more. And whether it was a subconscious or surface level craving, he knew it was there.
He took note of how you never moved away from his experimental contact and if anything, leaned closer into each one. Your micro expressions and actions aren’t something most people would be able to pick up on, they could easily be imperceptible to just about anyone else. However, Armin wasn't like most people. No, he could read you from a mile away.
“Yeah, I couldn’t really speak properly without it hurting, even resting it against the roof of my mouth kind of hurt for the first few days.” You frowned, a gentle sympathy pointed towards him, though beneath it held a baseline of curiosity. “Sounds like you were out of commission for a while then,”
Are you still?
The unasked question hung in the air, and Armin could hear it in the way you trailed off, like you were hoping he’d fan the flames of your hope and assure you that his tongue could be well within use. So he gave you just that.
“I was. But it's been healed for a handful of months now. So, safe to say it’s fully back in commission.” He murmured low and hushed, an offer threaded in his words. He watched you from under his lashes, flickering down your body, taking note of the way you tense at that statement, like you weren’t expecting him to give you the exact answer you wanted but couldn’t muster the courage to ask for.
Your chest got a little tight, the strings of anticipation and desire tugging on your insides and rendering you to pause for a beat, unsure of how to respond. Your heart was beating too hard, the quick pace started to travel through your eardrums, feeling far too flustered to pick up your mask of nonchalance. But you knew deep down the second Armin approached you that it was long gone.
“Is it really?” You hushedly asked, your stare lingering on his lips, slowly dragging it back up to his eyes, focusing on the glint in his glasses cast from the moonlight rather than directly into his pupils. “Mhm,” He hummed softly, leaning in much closer now. “Want proof?” He murmured, already inching closer.
The Party & The After Party by The Weeknd was blaring downstairs, meeting your pair of ears muffledly, traveling beyond the walls and flooring and gently filling the thick air surrounding you two. With the music in the back and the way he was looking at you, at your lips, it was enough to make you nod weakly, leaning in to evaporate what little space that kept you apart.
You leaned upwards to meet his lips, shifting around so your knee was between his, not quite straddling him just yet, you’d let him be the one to pull you into his lap if he wanted you there that bad.
He groaned in your mouth, filled with immediate relief upon finally having you on him like this. His hands cupped either side of your face, holding you still as if you’d dissipate into thin air the second he were to let go.
His hands traveled down your neck, running his thumb over your pulse, slowly descending down the curve of your shoulder, purposefully making the strap of your blouse slip off, down your soft arm until he landed on your hip, squeezing you with pure need.
He slipped his tongue between your lips, letting you feel his piercing, chuckling against your lips when he felt your low moan vibrate into his mouth. He gripped your hip, his free hand coming around to the other side of you, pushing you onto your back and into the bed with a surprising amount of ease.
He hovered above you, beautiful like an arc angel with a moonlight halo, glancing over your face before crashing back down into you. He slipped his knee between your full thighs, pushing with just enough pressure against where you need him, letting each of your little mewls and gasps melt on his tongue.
You broke apart from the kiss, wobbly lips faltering with low whimpers, too engrossed in how the friction barely satiated the ache that you had built throughout the night to be able to kiss him properly.
Your thighs tightened around his knee, rolling your hips over it and using what he gave you, moaning shakily while his lips chased after yours, his hand cupping your jaw and guiding you back to him greedily.
He made you kiss him back, too impatient and too hungry to let you pull away so soon. Your hands ran down his chest and over his abdomen, admiring the broad expanse of him over his costume, still able to feel how toned he is beneath the fabric, taking your time to map him out and admire him through your fingertips.
He could feel your hands running down his body, taking your time to truly feel him, and it did nothing but make his cock throb for you. A low groan rumbled into your mouth, and he pulled back a breadth’s width, shifting slightly to suck on your bottom lip, his teeth sinking in just enough to make you wince, but not enough to draw blood.
He let it snap back into place, pecking you once more before traveling over your neck, placing deliberate hot kisses across your flushed skin.
He nipped and sucked bruising kisses, his restraint slipping with every moan you poured into his ears so graciously. He dragged his tongue across where he nipped you as if to soothe it, swirling his piercing over your pulse, feeling it eagerly thump against his wet muscle.
He kissed down your collarbones, his warm hands grappling around your sides, squeezing you and taking the time to map you out, loving the way you squirm and moan beneath him.
His hands traveled further up, large palms splaying across your ribs while your poor cunt rutted against his knee. He pushed your blouse up, exposing your skin to the cold air, glancing down and watching your skin break into goosebumps. He chuckled faintly, kissing the skin just above your breast.
When his fingers slid behind your back and began tugging at the clasp of your bra, you sucked in a breath, worried things may be going too far too soon, suddenly feeling very shy and very bare underneath him. “W-Wait Armin,” you breathed out shakily, holding onto his forearms.
His warm lips slowly abandoned the soft skin of your tummy, instead gently finding space on your heated cheek, pecking languidly. “S’okay, I just wanna see you, lemme see you, love.” he uttered from the base of his throat, rumbly and earnest, his fingers tracing your shoulder blades.
As an extra means of convincing you, he nudged his knee right up against your cunt, prompting a low gasp from your swollen lips. You nodded weakly, feeling eager to give him what he wanted, the pleasure from rubbing your clothed clit over his knee prompting you to descend into a state of hazy submission, all but replacing your logic and rationale.
He unhooked your bra and watched your straps falter down your shoulders with a pointed stare of starving impatience. He tugged it off of you, pushing your blouse far enough to expose your breasts, sucking in a sharp breath when he sees your full flesh and pert nipples.
With haste he lowered himself to you, cupping your breasts with greed, squeezing and groping while his mouth latched on, swirling his pierced tongue around your sensitive buds.
You gasped at the suddenness of it all, your back arching into his mouth and thighs tightening around his knee. He moaned into your skin, your body absorbing every touch and every sound he poured into you.
His hand slid from one of your breasts, his lips mouthing their way up your skin and back to yours, while his now free hand traveled between your legs, cupping your aching pussy. You soaked through the gusset of your panties, his cock twitching with a primal throb to bury itself inside of you upon feeling it.
“Armin,” you mewled shakily against his lips, your hand wrapping around his wrist, your thighs squeezing around him apprehensively.
He shushed you, gently shifting his wrist to grab yours, pinning it firmly but carefully beside your head, his lips ghosting over yours. “S’okay, love.” He whispered, his cheek brushing against your lips, his hair cascading down and cloaking the side of your face while he glanced down, watching himself circle his fingers over your clit.
“You’re soaked,” he breathed out with both a cocky sense of humor and pure arousal. A low shaky gasp melted into a moan and curled off the plump of your lips, your head falling back into the mattress, your eyes falling in suit with a soft downcast flutter.
He rubbed your clit, watching the way your body gave itself to him so easily, your hips bucking towards his touch when he pressed down just right, playing your body like a finely tuned and beautifully intricate instrument.
When he sunk his fingers into you, your body twitched, legs threatening to tighten around his hand from the sudden breach. You swallowed a thick moan, your head lulling to the side and begging for another kiss.
He obliged you, kissing you hard while he pumped his fingers into you, satisfied when he heard a whiny moan roll from the back of your throat, presuming he hit your g-spot.
He studied you just as hard as he did with tasks in his academic life, but this was far more interesting and rewarding; he loved finding what made you tick, loved to learn what made you wet and pathetic like this.
He continued fucking you on his long fingers, his thumb swiping over your clit and reveling in the way your back arched, your hips acting on their own in an attempt to feel more of him.
Your breasts heaved in the air, and he felt an odd sense of possessiveness as he saw his saliva glisten from the moonlight over your pretty nipples. Your hand slid away from the nape of his neck and down to his wrist, gripping it with a desperate need while you fucked yourself on his fingers, moaning wholly into his mouth, addicted to the pleasure he was giving you.
He pulled back, his face turning downward to watch the lewd act, your free hand coming back around to his nape, pulling him in close to kiss down his jaw and neck while he fucked into your little hole with his fingers.
He exhaled a low breath, swallowing hard when he closed his eyes and focused on your string of soft moans and the wet clicking sound that came from pumping his fingers into you.
He felt you tremble, felt the way your body was tensing and how your moans were becoming more urgent, sharper yet more shallow, so he withdrew all together. He ignored your disappointed gasp and soft whispers of “Why?” opting to trail down your soft tummy with hot kisses instead.
Once he got lower, down to the waistband of your panties, in your pleasure clouded haze, you managed to realize why he stopped. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, heat filled with a shy anticipation fanned across your cheeks at the sight, and you attempted to close your legs out of instinct, but he wasn’t having it. Not when he needed to taste you.
He parted your legs with ease, surprising you with his strength for the second time tonight. Or was it the third? You had no idea, no coherent thoughts or sentences could be properly formulated for you, not when Armin had his tongue buried in you and was lapping you up like you were an endless reservoir of water.
He initially wanted to ease you into it with a little kitten lick, gentle and slow, but when he saw your pretty cunt glistening the way it was, and saw how your poor clit so obviously needed some tending to, he couldn’t prolong the moment and dove in immediately.
Your hands flew to his hair, threading your fingers in his golden strands and fighting the urge to tug. He moaned into your pussy as if it were him receiving the pleasure, but in a way he was.
He loved having a mouthful of your cunt, he’d been thinking about it the entire night. It was hard for him to focus when speaking with you, all he could picture was those full thighs wrapped around his head and your hips bucking into his mouth. And he finally had you where he wanted you this whole time, with you on your back and your clit situated between his lips.
He abused your little clit with no mercy, swirling over it with his pierced tongue, too lost in the paradise between your legs to even think about pulling away. With a low annoyed groan and without bothering to move away, he pushed his glasses up into his hair, using it like a headband to grant himself better access to you.
He hummed contently, slowly pushing his face back between your legs, swishing side to side, delving into you fully now. You keened at his actions, your body nearly seizing beneath him at the pointed and intense sensation.
His nose rubbed over your mound, while his fingers slid right back into your fluttering hole, chuckling over your wet flesh when a rough gasp wracked through you, the sound morphing into a choked moan.
He fucked your cunt with his fingers, his lips never letting your clit rest once, his available hand pinning your hip to the mattress, keeping you still for him to devour. He wouldn’t let anything get in the way between him and eating your pussy, not even you.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he breathed out, seemingly in a daze, glancing up at you from amidst your thighs, mouth and chin soaked from your cunt.
He turned slightly, nipping at your inner thigh before he resumed without any hesitation, rocking his hips against the bed mindlessly, his neglected cock nearly ripping the crotch in his costume pants.
“Ar-Armin, I–” you sobbed shakily, your body acting before your mind could, hips squirming away from his mouth, too overstimulated to handle much more. He squeezed your hip, pushing you back into the bed, not letting you escape his warm mouth.
You cried out, already too sensitive to endure anymore, unsure of when you had even came, it felt like you were stuck in a blurry cloud of hedonism, unaware of when you entered and if you could ever leave.
You twitched about, feeling as if a loose wire was set off in you, sparking throughout your veins and nervous system, all from his unrelentingly tongue, lapping at your clit over and over.
He begrudgingly pulled away, taking pity when you let out a strangled moan, exhaling heavily to himself and planting a lasting kiss to your clit before moving away all together. He swiped his mouth with the back of his hand, panting as if he ran a marathon, climbing back up to your blissed out face, smiling smugly at the sight.
He peppered kisses across your cheeks and temples, capturing your lips with his, taking away the breath you were struggling so hard to catch. He decided that you could just have his, anything belonging to him felt like it was starting to belong to you too.
“Armin,” you breathed out, his still slick nose brushing against yours, your hooded eyes heavy from the weight of pleasure flickering between his with complete awe, utterly shocked that a person could make someone else feel so good.
He smiled, leaning down to kiss you once more. He tilted his head down at you, sliding his glasses back down onto his nose bridge, humming your name back as if he didn’t just eat your cunt until you literally cried.
You huffed humorously, rolling your eyes, your gaze drifting to the bulge straining in his pants. The humor died down and your heart raced at the sight. He caught your stare, pressing himself to your hip, a low whimper rumbling from his throat and into your ear.
“It’s starting to hurt,” he groaned softly, his forehead nudging your cheek, shifting his hips with an achingly gentle roll, silently pleading with you to take care of him. You swallowed hard, sucking on your bottom lip, glancing from his crotch up to his eyes.
“I–I’ve never..” He shook his head, panting with shallow breaths. “I-It’s okay, I’ll guide you if you need me to, just.. please, ‘wanna feel your mouth so bad, please?” he pleaded, his voice slightly high-pitched and utterly desperate.
You felt bad, not wanting him to be in pain, especially since he had made you feel so good only moments earlier, you figured it was only fair.
You nodded with a wordless concession, and he thanked you, his voice wobbly with an airy gratefulness. He unlatched himself from hovering above you, laying on his back with his elbows supporting him, his watchful eyes taking in the way you repositioned yourself on top of him.
His cock twitched when you shyly pulled your panties back into place, still so endearing and sheepish even after he had his tongue buried in you only minutes before.
You unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him slowly, hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of both his pants and boxers down until his cock sprung out. You gaped at it, your heart nearly failing, watching it struggle to remain upright from its own weight. It wasn’t like you were expecting him to be small or anything, but you didn’t think that a guy so nerdy and geeky would be packing something like that.
“Jesus…” you murmured through a shaky and nervous laugh, your reaction pleasantly surprising Armin. He had a habit of forgetting just how big he was, he was annoyingly humble about what had, but he enjoyed being reminded of his above average-ness via situations like this.
You wrapped your hand around him, slowly dragging your fist up and down, a small relieved smile growing over your face when you heard a low moan rumble from his throat. You decided to just be brave and go for it, leaning down to wrap your lips around the fat head of his cock.
He gasped, groaning low and heavy, his elbows faltering and gliding down until he was laying flat on his back.
You brought your second hand up to wrap around him, pumping his shaft with both hands, leaving enough room to suction over his tip and whatever else you could take without getting overwhelmed.
Thankfully you had remembered Hitch’s advice — something about how both the tip and somewhere around it, there was something called a frenulum and how it was extremely sensitive for men. You decided to be safe and to just try focusing on that first.
You swirled your tongue steadily and intently around him, lowering yourself further and further down his cock bit by bit, feeling a sense of pride thrum through you at the way he moaned under you, figuring your experiment was proven accurate.
His hand fell behind your head, not pushing or forcing you down, just holding firmly, needing to make some kind of contact with you. His forearm pushed his glasses onto his forehead, his arm resting over his eyes, whimpering shakily above you.
His hips bucked slightly into your mouth, the way you wrapped around him and took him in was so perfect that he couldn’t control the way his body chased after more of it.
“F-Fuck, oh God,” he choked out, his moans were starting to curl off the crescendo of a gentle higher pitch, sounding so pretty as he did so, and it only egged you on to try and take him further. You glided your hands lower onto his shaft, giving you more room to slide your lips over, your eyes welling with tears at the way his girth made your jaw ache.
The price to pay for his pleasure felt more than worth it, his whimpers of your name and feeling him twitch on your tongue were payment enough. You bobbed your head, gagging slightly when he hit the back of your throat. You pulled off for a moment, catching your breath, and blinking away your tears.
He wished you didn’t, he thought you looked the prettiest with swollen lips and watery eyes. You planted a warm kiss to his hip, your cunt aching all over again when you saw the ring of lipstick around his cock and then on his hip, fueling you to go back down and take him in your mouth eagerly.
You went back with only one hand, taking him further down your throat than you were able to the first time, and he gasped deeply, groaning and lulling his head side to side, pleasantly tormented by how fucking good your mouth felt suctioned over him.
His hand rested along the warm nape of your neck, his hips starting to thrust into your mouth, your name falling from his lips in a tearful and trembling mantra as his shaft glided up and down your tongue. You steadied yourself with your hands on his hips, your sounds vibrating around his thick cock.
“F-Feels so good, I – fuck,” he cried out, fucking your mouth desperately, your nose hitting his soft trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, squeezing your eyes shut and trying your best to accommodate his size down your throat.
He whimpered your name like it was the only word he knew, like it was the only one that mattered, and in that moment it truly felt like it. You took him so well he couldn’t hold back from bucking his cock as far it could go down your throat.
He felt himself getting dangerously close to cumming, and as much as he wanted to give in and cum down your throat and across your beautiful face, he knew the pay off of getting to ram his cock into your cunt would be so much better.
“C-C’mere, please,” he panted shakily, eager with an aching sense of fervidness to be inside of you, unable to waste a single second without doing so.
You slid off of his cock, sputtering slightly as you wiped your mouth, shakily climbing back up to meet him. He gripped your hips, pushing you onto your back once more. “You are so beautiful, so perfect,” he panted breathlessly, kissing down your jaw and neck holding himself by his shaft, dragging his tip over your clit and up and down your folds, circling your hole.
You swallowed a shaky moan at the feeling, finding yourself inching your hips to grant more access, but not fully, the lingering notion that he wasn’t wearing a condom preventing you from letting him push in all the way.
“Wait, ‘Min, you’re not wearing a condom,” you squeaked out softly, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He shook his head, shifting back up to look at you, his brows drawn together with complete desperation.
“S’okay, I promise I’m clean, a-and I’ll pull out, I just,” He whimpered, rubbing your clit with his fat cockhead, his breathing growing labored with want. “I need to be inside of you,” his soft and wavering voice pathetically floating down into your ear, his cock circling over your clit temptingly.
“You trust me, don’t you?” he pleaded, his bitten lips wobbling with an unabashed need. You couldn’t think straight, not when he was distracting you with how it good it felt to have his cock rub against your clit, and not with how devastatingly pretty he was when he begged like that.
“O-Okay,” you agreed shakily, spreading your legs a little further, giving in to his wants and your own, no matter how reckless it might’ve been. “Thank you,” he breathed out earnestly, kissing you deeply.
His forehead rested against yours, your breaths intermingling into one. He aligned himself with your hole, pushing in and shuddering a wavering breath at the way you sucked him in.
A sharp gasp ripped from your chest, your hands flying to his biceps, squeezing hard when he managed to barely fit his thick tip in. Your breathing became more strained the further he pushed into you. Your head fell back, a low whimper rumbling from the base of your throat, struggling to steady your breathing while he stretched you out around his cock.
The corners of your eyes watered once more, and while he felt sympathy for you, halting his hips to a stop as to allow you time to adjust, he couldn’t deny the way his cock throbbed inside of you at the sight of you so laying so beautifully beneath him, so sweet and misty eyed.
“Take your time,” he murmured soothingly, kissing your neck. He snuck his hand between your fused bodies, rubbing your clit to try and ease you into it.
You moaned into the balmy air at the feeling, starting to slowly but surely roll your hips into his touch. When he felt you grow less tense, he bottomed out, successfully knocking the wind out of you. He hiked your leg up and over his hip, and began to move, burying his face into your neck while he buried his cock deep inside your welcoming cunt.
“You’re so perfect,” he panted through the shaky breath of a whimper, nipping at your neck while his hips fluidly pushed in and out of you, his thick cock dragging along the warm and wet confines of your tight cunt.
He kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck, moaning thickly into the crook of it, his hips crashing into yours over and over.
Your pussy pulsed around him, never having felt so completely full before, so utterly enveloped by another person, and it was overwhelming in the best possible way. No matter where you turned or where you shifted around to, you felt him, he was all encompassing.
And as he bucked his hips into you, grinding the fat head of his cock right up against your g-spot, you wondered how you ever went without experiencing pleasure like this.
His lips migrated towards the dip of your collarbones, watching your tits bounce from how fast he was pivoting into you, swallowing down a wobbly moan at the sight. He licked and nipped at them, swirling his pierced tongue over your nipples once more, wanting to make use of every inch of your body. He didn’t want there to be a single part of you that went untouched by him.
He pulled back just slightly, his hands massaging over your breasts with a tilted gaze, his eyes angled down and watching your poor cunt take his cock, your abused hole fluttering around his length. He watched, utterly hypnotized at the way his cock disappeared into you with every drag of his hips.
Armin didn’t possess what one would call an intimidating stature, he stood at a decent height of 5'10 and maintained a nice, toned swimmer’s physique – all in all, he never found himself to be the looming, towering type.
But after observing with a depraved set of eyes at how your tiny pussy sucked in his fat cock? It gave him such a high to feel so colossal and dominating above you, leaving you to feel perfectly pliable and moldable in his hands.
You stroked this feeling with how good you were for him, how easy you were to grip and squeeze, how your hole took everything he gave it despite the hefty stretch. You made him feel like a giant. You acted like it too, your legs trembled around him, whiny strings of moans containing his name and other incoherencies all caused by his cock splitting you open.
You made him downright ravenous, feeling as if he were one of the monsters in his video games capturing the princess who was supposed to be saved but instead was getting bent and bred by the very thing she was supposed to be rescued from.
Except his princess enjoyed it – you enjoyed the way he pounded into you, loved how he took you as if it was his right to have you like this.
He pressed down on your lower stomach, letting you feel just how deep he was in you, wordlessly letting you know that no one else would be able to reach where he could, but he was sure you wouldn’t seek out any replacements after that — he knew that he just about owned you after that night.
A strained moan pulled from the depths of your chest at the way he added pressure to your tummy, your eyes welling with a bout of iridescent tears, and fuck, it only made him thrust into you that much harder.
He watched you cry on his cock, babbling pathetically about how good he felt inside you, and it stoked the flames of arousal and greed in him, wanting more and more of your earnest devotion and tears.
He rubbed your clit, matching his thrusts with his fingers circling over your little soaked bud. “So pretty when you cry,” he murmured into your jaw, kissing you tenderly before his eyes flitted to you again, gazing with narrowed eyes at your pouty lips forming over a sob of moans, and how mascara streaked down your cheeks from his unrelenting pace and touch.
Your body was tensing all over again, nearing your limit once more, tears falling more freely as your hands grappled behind him, trailing beneath his costume to dig your nails into his toned back, sinking your teeth into his shoulder.
He knew you were close, knew you needed to cum, and he was going to be the one to bring you where you needed to be.
He pushed your knee up further, slamming down into you with an endless roll of his hips, his fingers never letting up on your clit. He fucked you through your orgasm, grunting about how perfect your pussy felt wrapped around him, how beautiful you were, and how he wanted you to cum for him, how he needed you to.
Your sobs were absorbed into his skin, your mouth crying out for him as he impaled you on his cock, his fingers milking you of every ounce of your climax, rubbing your poor clit raw. He pushed you over the edge into a white hot buzzing stream of stimulation, fucking you into the mattress while you came around him, stroking himself inside you slowly but never to a full stop.
You laid limp beneath him, completely and utterly fucked out and weak. He didn’t falter, and instead picked up his pace again, chasing his own orgasm. You were incredibly worn out and sensitive, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to cum for you. You let him use you like a little sleeve, dragging his cock in and out of you with sporadic and harsh thrusts, until he pulled out suddenly.
He hunched over you, his eyes scanning down your body with his cock in his hand. He took in the way your blouse laid crumpled under your chin, exposing your breasts, slick with his saliva, how your beautiful face was stained with mascara because of him, and down at your fucked out pussy, absolutely abused because of his cock.
He wanted nothing more than to cum in you, but he promised he’d pull out, and he figured he’d at least tell one truth tonight, and decided there’d simply have to be another time when he can pump you full of his cum.
With a final tug, he came, spurting thick ropes across your tummy and cunt, whimpering your name while he weakly fucked his fist, draining every drop of cum out of himself.
You watched him cum on you, a low weak moan falling from your lips at the lewd scene, half wishing it was inside of you, but you still had half a mind to know better than to have let that happen. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, kissing over your neck and cheek, panting heavily alongside you.
All you could do was melt in his arms, your eyes and entire body too dense with exhaustion to move an inch.
“You okay?” he murmured gently, his chin on your shoulder, cradling you with such a delicate sense of care. You managed to muster an affirmative nod, humming quietly. He chuckled breathily, his head falling back into the pillow beside you, simply letting himself be.
Your heartbeats pounded in sync, still coming down from the intense high you both had shared, and as the air around you winded down, the pace of the muscles pounding in your chests did too. A blanket of a fizzled-out fatigue cascaded over your sweat slicked bodies, nearly luring you both into a deep sleep.
He fought against the exhaustion, hulling himself up to lean over the nightstand beside the bed, plucking a couple of tissues from its box. He shifted down lazily to clean you up before you got dressed again. He gingerly wiped his cum off of your body, balling up the tissues and tossing them into the trashcan, falling back into bed with you tiredly.
You lulled your head towards him, smiling faintly, your eyes dragging across his flushed face. “Will you still invite me over to play the remastered pixel series?” you asked quietly, voice still thick with a lazy rasp of weariness. His brows drew together endearingly, laughing softly with a curt confirmative nod. “Of course I will.” And he truly meant it.
—
He walked you back to your dorm, making sure you had his number in your phone before he left you, bidding you goodbye with a soft kiss to your lips and a promise that he’ll see you soon. You padded inside your dorm, body shuffling tiredly towards your bed, huffing with annoyance as Hitch attempted to crowd you with worried questions.
“I looked for you everywhere at the party, where’d you go?” She asked, following your slow pace towards your bed, sitting beside you when you collapsed into it. You shot her a glare, attempting to weakly chuck a pillow at her, growing more annoyed when she dodged it.
“Why do you care? You all ditched me knowing what happens at those kinds of parties.” you grumbled, rolling on your side and facing the wall and away from her. She huffed confusedly, pulling you back to face her. “What do you mean? I didn’t ditch you; I was looking for you! And what’s that supposed to mean? What happened?”
You sat up exasperatedly, hugging the pillow close to your chest. “The Hook up or Haze thing! Y’know, how the guys in the fraternity find new pledges and make 'em hook up with them or get hazed. I can’t believe you guys would just–” She suddenly said your name, her voice eerily serious and stern. “That’s… that’s not a thing.”
Your throat tightened, feeling your heart physically begin to sink. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to level your voice evenly and not let it tremble like your hands were starting to. She repeated your name again, clasping her hand over yours, her eyes squinting with confusion. “Hook up or Haze isn’t a thing… Who told you that?”
Big strong hands twitch forward and grip the soft plump flesh of your waist , eliciting a soft gasp from you. Yet you feel yourself giving in, relaxing into those calloused palms, the softness of your flesh yielding under the tight grasp, soft squishy flesh diping under calloused finger tips, causing the thumbs to press in slightly.
“..... you're so damn soft ”
“M-mikasa!”
“thats right. Say it again, pretty girl, lemme hear you say it”
He gently whispers in your ear, carefully nibbling your earlobe coaxing another soft whine to escape your drooling lips. He hums in appreciation and reverence once he hears you mewl out his name— with a broken whimper following behind.
He's position on his knees, right behind your squishy body that's layed on all fours, head pressing softly into a pillow, another pillow placed under your hips to give your feeble little body some support. Body going all limp on the bed from earlier rounds, twitching and squirming from the overwhelming pleasure he's to offer.
His rough thrusts still don't cease, strong hips slamming into your supple ones, his well-groomed pubis meeting your plush cheeks repeatedly— fat penis thrusting into your convulsing cunt at rapid pace, leaving now time for any thoughts other than his massive length to penetrate your mind.
Warm and wet heat close in on his length everytime he presses in, your soft, plushy walls drool on him, causing a translucent circle to form on the base of his cock.
Male!Mikasa hides his face into the crook of your delicate neck, biting into the soft flesh to stop himself from being too vocal, yet, a few grunts and groans escape him here n there. From the small of your back to your neck, every single spot is covered in soft pinkish and red-ish marks. From him, tenacious suckling and biting.
You let out a string of soft whimpery gasp when you feel the mix of your both's bodily fluids running down your thighs, eyes narrowing from exhaustion and overstimulation—Soft Flush dusting your sweaty cheeks from overwhelming warmth—Wet lips parting n pouting, all swollen up from his abusing kisses—the force of his thrusts prompts another string of whines and squeals to leave 'em moist drooling lips.
His strong thumb brushe softly over your soft skin, trailing along the curve of your hips—subtle and slow circles drawing into your hips like he is branding you.
He groans loudly into the base of your neck from how good you feel, tight, wet, gripping him like a vice. Every inch of him is buried deep inside your cunt, and the way you squeal n whine when he sheaths himself inside everytime makes his head spin.
“So fucking perfect.”
“Taking me so well..... My beautiful girl.”
You feel him retreating , pulling back slowly, agonizingly—so excruciatingly. And then, without any warning , he drives into you hard again. Deep. Rougher this time.
“You like that?”
He grunts as he thrusts into you again and again—
“Like how deep I go? How full it feels?”
Each snap of his hips makes your body bounce on the bed—the soft flesh of your ass jiggling with every thrust. And you squeal everytime , broken strings of cries muffled by the pillow resounds in the dimly lit room. He reaches around with one hand to cup your breast roughly yet so soft, while pounding into you from behind.
“thats it prettygirl. Give me one more, one more. I'll make sure your body'll feel me by tomorrow.”
Each sweet, muffled sound you made sends surges of pleasure coursung through his veins down to his length, making it thicker n thicker, stretching your cunt out deliciously, in a way that leaves you all mute.
His hips snaps forward–harder n deeper— like a rough rhythm that has no mercy. One hand still roughly fondles and pinches your soft plum breast while the other wraps around your waist to yank you back onto him with each deep thrust.
“Oh!-Ah-Ah-Ah!”
You let out sweet sounds between each rough thrust , still muffled by the pillow, and now—alsi drooling on it , face pressed and back arching, your soft little body trembling with each deep thrust.
"Plap!-Plap!-Plap!-Plap!-"
Deep, wet thrusts persistently rearrange your insides, filling the dark room with the noises of sex alongside your sweets overstimulated moans and his gruff encouragement. His thick cock head repeatedly abuses that one squishy spot deep inside you—instantly making you gush out and clamp down on him, convulsing and pulsing on his cock, the coil down in your abdomen finally bursting and letting pleasure engulf you whole.
“Mika-sa!”
His name shattering from your lips in that high, sweet squeal sends pleasure straight through his veins. The second he feels you clamping down around him—tight, pulsing, gushing—he growls just like an animal claiming its mate. And consequently, he snarl against your ear—
“Fucking perfect. Squeezing me so damn hard. you came just from me inside you? Good girl.”
He doesn’t slow down—one hand still cupping your soft, squishy flesh and the other gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. His deep thrusts turn relentless now. Deeper, faster, as he chases his own release through the throbbing heat of your climax. And then hs hips stutter, once—twice—and then he buries himself to the hilt as his own firey release hits him like a fucking truck.
“My doll...”
He grunts through clenched teeth as pleasure tears through him—
”fuck...! A-angel—I'm—I'm—”
And right there n then, he's spilling inside you—hot and thick—with a low groan ripping straight from his chest. He collapses forward slightly over your back but keeps both hands locked around you like he doesn't wanna let go anytime soon.
“..Mine.”
He breathes against your neck.
“Every part of thisb quivering body… mine.”
His breath is still panting against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck. Lips soft now, slow, tender bites replacing with warm n soft kisses along your shoulders and the nape of your neck. He doesn’t pull out. Can’t. Not yet. You’re still clenching around him like a fish's mouth, and it makes his half-limp cock twitch inside you like he could go again if you so much as whimper out his name.
“Mm… sensitive?”
He murmurs into your ear after gently nibbling the rearlobe
“Good.”
His gentle hands now drift to your chest again,—so soft, so plush—and this time he teases with feather-light pinches and slow circles over the pebbled nipples. You whine sweetly beneath him and he lets a tiny smirks break into his face against your shoulder.
He presses a kiss right between your shoulder blades, a rare tenderness from a man who hides his heart behind silence and his precious red scarf.
Can I request a valarr x reader where his wife, just like the reader in “until the morning, yes” she can’t get enough of him? She’s always pulling him away from his duties and waking him up because she always horny for him? But also lovey dovey because I think valarr is an affectionate sweetie with a good heart 🥰
AT LEAST FOR NOW, YES
✧ |summary: valarr has a day full of duties, and a wife that can't get enough of him.
✧ |pairing: valarr 'the young prince' targaryen x reader.
✧ |tags: 18+, mdni, p in v sex, needy!reader, pussy pronouns, breeding kink, valarr is a cockblock
✧ |note: you shall ask, you shall receive... i hope you like it, anon! and special thanks to @faeryemperor for being my beta reader :-)
The air in the Red Keep was chilly. You wore a small cape, courtesy of your husband’s closet, as you watched the training yard as both princes sparred with one another.
Valarr wore a deep purple gambeson and Matarys wore a green one. Matarys was young yet, he was only a squire waiting to be of age to be knighted. And Valarr, ever so demanding, always tried to win so Matarys would be a good knight.
You watched his sweaty face as he taught his little brother how to defend himself, his resolve not faltering one bit. He wasn’t aggressive, his movements controlled as the end of his sword kept on smacking Matarys.
“Stop it” Matarys complained as Valarr kept on hitting him.
“You think Blackfyre bastards will stop?” He said, shaking his head. “Do not yield easily”
You fanned yourself with the expensive fan that Daeron’s wife had brought from Tyrosh as a wedding gift. Valarr was the pinnacle of chivalry, just after his own father, and no doubt that Matarys would be too once he was knighted.
“My wrist hurts” Matarys complained..
“Stop complaining” Valarr said, as Matarys managed to hit him in the chest once.
“I’m not complaining” Matarys said “I’m just saying. Besides, blunt weapons do little to hurt me, but you strike me as if you are upset with me.”
“That’s enough, my princes” The master-at-arms intervened as both princes threw their swords on the mud.
You smile: it was the right time to approach your beloved husband. You walk closer to where he was, not minding your dress getting muddy.
“Valarr!” You called him out, taking him by surprise when you hug him faster than he can respond to your voice calling him.
“My love” he says, breathless, catching you in his arms.
Matarys huffs, “Good morrow to you too, goodsister.”
“Good morrow, Matarys” you say to him, hiding your face in Valarr’s gambeson, near his neck. “Mmm, you smell good.”
“I have been training all morning” he mumbled, his tone amused as his arms were around you. “I must make time for a bath.”
“Oh?” Your face immediately moved upwards to smile at him, and you say “Would you… mind company?”
You have been wed for a little time, just a few moons. You had been so excited to marry him, because he had courted you like a proper man did. He would take you on a stroll of the gardens, whispering to you confessions of love when your walking rhythm was too fast for your septa to follow up in the conversation, and when she was distracted, he would steal a kiss to your cheek.
And you were smitten by him, always tending to him, doing things for him, embroidering doublets, making sure the maids would wait for him with warm water and rose scented soaps.
In truth, you were slightly obsessed, fussing over him at all times. He didn’t mind, he had told you once you asked him if it was too much. Just proves how much you think of me, as I think of you.
“I apologise, my sweet, but I am afraid the council will take long hours. I need to be there.”
“You only have to fill cups” you mumbled, as if that could excuse his role.
“For the King and my father. And all the masters that control the Realm. It is no little task.”
You knew you couldn’t argue with him, he was just like his father when speaking like this. It sounded so divine, so essential that you didn’t contradict his words.
Yet he looked so handsome, a smile on his face as he looked at you with utterly adoring eyes. His sweet mismatched eyes, looking at yours as if nothing else mattered.
You move to press insistent kisses on his neck, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling him as a cat in heat would. “Then… then we can be quick.” You say against his skin..
“My love-” he said, chuckling at your advances, yet his hand wrapped around your arms to pull you away. “We are not in our chambers”
“It’s only Matarys, and Ser-”
“Still” he said, not dismissive. He’s amused, even endeared by your affections. “You just wait for me, yes?”
“Alright…”
The next time you managed to catch him, he was at council hours, yet you saw the Kingsguard outside the library.
You looked at your ladies in waiting, curious as if they knew the answer. As you walk to the Kingsguard, you ask.
“Good morrow, ser Roland” you greet him, and trying to peek at the library, you asked “Is my husband there?”
“He is, princess. The Good King asked for some scrolls of the North. The prince proposed himself to seek them.”
You smiled.
“Good!” You said, walking inside the library and closing the door behind you, leaving ser Roland and your two ladies-in-waiting behind.
As you peeked through the halls, you found Valarr checking the scrolls quietly, making sure he got the right ones. He was so kind in your eyes, eager to prove himself, he did everything so dutifully.
“Valarr” you call for him, smiling as you wrap your arms around him once more. “I came in search of you.”
He was a bit surprised, as one hand wrapped around your waist as he chuckled.
“It seems you have me located at all times” he said amused.
“I do not. My path simply always crosses yours,” you said simply, kissing his cheek. “You look handsome.”
“I always look handsome according to you.”
“Because you are-” you said, and then “-Why don’t you take me here?”
Valarr looked at you, your boldness never stopping to surprise him. “In the library?”
“Yes. I miss you terribly… No one will catch us here.”
“My heart, we did it last night” he whispered to you, low enough so no one else could hear. “And in the morning we cuddled and kissed before I woke up. You kept me long enough for people to notice.”
You smiled, your cheeks a bit rosy with his comment. “Well, you’re my husband. I always want you.”
“I also always want you, dearest” he said with a smitten look in his eyes. “I think of it in council, and when I do everything else. You are all I think about, when I wake up beside you and when I sleep by your side.”
You pressed your lips against his, your hands on his jaw, guiding him to meet your lips. You already felt the heat forming between your legs, you always craved him so deeply.
“Wait, wait, wait-” Valarr stopped you for a second, stepping back with a chuckle. “You do not mean to do it here” he says amused.
“But…” you stuttered. “But we have time, we’re alone”
“I have to go back to the small council. What if they found the heir’s heir with the future Queen copulating in the library?”
You shrunk in your place. “We do not ‘copulate’, we… we make love”
He presses a kiss to your forehead. “We can see to that at night, yes?” He said tenderly. “I love you”
It felt unfair, having him dismiss you because he was so dutiful that it was becoming exasperating. Yet you supposed that it is reasonable for him to do everything by the rules.
“Love you too…” you mumbled as he walked with scrolls in his arms.
You turn in bed. Once, and then another time. Valarr has just blown out the candles, and you could not help but think. He was already dozing off, his busy day catching up to his body. He was tired, yet you couldn't help yourself.
“Valarr?”
“Yeah?” He mumbled, grunting slightly.
“We never saw to that.”
“To what?”
“I said we make love. You said that we will see to that at night,” you reminded him.
Valarr turned over to face you in the darkness of the night, his mismatched eyes never looking at you with any less affection, not now or ever.
“Seven Gods…” he said chuckling, dragging a hand through his face. “Insatiable, you are. Obsessed with me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Like I said, not at all,” he said, pulling you closer to him as he moved to press a kiss on your cheek softly. “But I am exhausted, love. Perhaps we could, in the morning.”
“No! I have waited for you all day” you complained, looking at him. “I want you to fuck me. Now, please”
He chuckled, sitting up as he said “All day?”
“Yes…” You say, as you have given much thought to this. “I have waited for it, I imagined every second of it… I would start by going down on you. I’ll suck your cock until you cum, then I’ll…” you squint your eyes, thinking for a second “I’d ride you, because I know you’ll be overstimulated”
“I wouldn’t,” he said, rolling his eyes, amused, looking at you as he muttered “I’ll still fuck you how you like it.”
“You haven’t fucked me all day.”
Valarr’s movements were teasing, as he chuckled to accommodate you to his liking. He left you seated against the headboard of the bed, making sure your back was against the many pillows in your gigantic bed. As his fingers moved to undo your nightgown, he rambled once again.
“I’ll show you what I can do, then” button after button, his mismatched eyes glazing over at all your naked skin that presented to his sight. “I ought to spank you for your bratiness against your husband” he said playfully “But I feel indulgent tonight, with a surge of energy.”
“Energy? Not lust?”
“It could be both,” he said simply, as he took off his linen shirt and pulled down his breeches. He was hungry, taking clothes off more quickly than any maid could. “The lust I feel for you, usually I work it off so it can be useful for my duties.”
“The lust you feel for me should go to me. To fucking me,” you complained “not to the realm.”
Valarr wasn’t surprised at finding you wet, he has never found you anything but since you were together. It pleased him greatly, you knew that for a fact, to find his wife always ready for him, that craved his busy attention all day.
He slid his fingers against your slit, as he hummed “Hmmm, look at how wet she is” he murmured, feeling the slick heat. “All for me?”
“All day” you mumbled, a bit grumpy as he chuckled, moving to press a tender kiss on your lips.
“We shall fix that immediately. Can’t have the wife of a prince this needy… this drenched.”
“Don’t tease me,” you say to him, as he pressed small insistent kisses on your neck. He was amused, and it was impossible for him not to tease you from time to time.
“Alright. Shall we fill her then?”
Valarr’s movements were swift, as he positioned behind you, kissing you neck softly and his hand raising your thigh carefully. He was most tender at this time of the night, as he was tired from the day’s duties that had him running around, each second of his day counted and it was more valuable to him.
“My needy wife” he murmured, kissing your neck as his cock slid into you making you moan, finally getting what you have been craving all day. You had grown used to feeling a small sting inside, trying to accommodate your husband’s length, and it had become pleasurable with time.
Valarr’s groans were always a delight, hearing him moan against your ear is one of your favourite parts of being intimate with him. He was young and full of energy, and he did not hold back to his pleasure.
“You feel so good, my love…” He murmured against your ear, his chest feeling sweaty against your back as he rocked his hips, thrusting each time harder against your cunt. “She always feels so good for me.”
He had a way with words, that always made you blush even as he fucked hard into your cunt. The muscles in your thigh would hurt by morning, but you did not care, moving your torso slightly so you could face him a little better.
“I needed this so bad” you whimpered against his mouth, small hairs of your head sticking to your sweaty forehead.
“I know, my love. Me too”
“We should go to Dragonstone and fuck there all day. No, for a whole week.”
He smirked, his mouth pressing against yours as his thrusts become more desperate by the second. The drag as his cock slid in and out made you moan loudly, feeling Valarr’s arm wrap your waist as he moved his fingers to press the small nub in your pussy. He never left you unattended, and then he’d ask himself why you always were so needy about him.
“You’re insatiable” he murmured, his breaths shorter, as he whimpers “Fuck…”
It all became too much, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you, his fingers circling your clit at the same time, and his mouth all over your nape and neck, always having a handful of you each time he fucks you.
“That’s it, take this dick…” he groaned, “she was made for my cock, huh?”
He rarely spoke so dirty when in bed, he was the image of chivalry at all times, but it seemed that this time you have pushed him to the limits.
“Yes, Valarr, please…”
“Shh… I love being so deep inside you…”
“I’m going to come, Valarr” you moaned, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming and exasperating all at once “I’m going to come, m’gonna come…”
“Seven above…” Valarr groaned, arousal evident in his tone, burning each drag of his words, so unlike him not to speak with such property and poshness, but pleasure was too much for him as well. “I’m gonna fill you full of my babes, that shall have you calm, hmm?”
“Yes!” You moaned, cumming as he kept stimulating you, not leaving you alone for a second. His fingers were insistent against your clit, pressuring it just enough as his gorgeous eyes looked deep inside yours, even if your eyes are closed, you can feel him staring at you.
“Fuck, I will” he promised “I’ll fill you up- There you go, take it…”
You could barely make sense of what he rambled on, feeling limp as you feel his hip shaking, burying himself inside as deep as he can as he cums, his seed filling your womb as you try to catch your breath between whimpers. The thigh he held with his hand was already shaky, as your muscle has become tired much more after your orgasm, yet you do not wish to move.
“I love you” he murmured, as you both tried to catch your breaths, he smiled before kissing you softly. His cock twitched inside you, still leaking the small amount of cum inside his balls.
“Love you too…”
“Are you satisfied?”
“Mhm, perhaps” you said smiling. “At least for now, yes.”
Summary: You and your uncle always had fun growing up and when you see each other years later, he knows just where to take your for some real fun.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ mdni, family feud, Aegon being a bad influence, making out, grinding/dry humping, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, titty sucking.
A/N: Inspired by Rhaenyra's and Daemon's adventures, and parts of dinner scene in episode 8 S1. Can you tell I miss season one :(?
Word count: 4.6k
Your heart almost came up in your throat as you descended the stairs behind your family. After the petition and the announcement of your brother's bethrotals, the king wished to spend supper with his entire family, finally reunited. This was, of course, doomed from the start. The strained and tense relationships had never really washed away. There had always been a weird dynamic between your two uncle’s and you and your brothers. But one thing was for sure, you all kind of ganged up on Aemond. He was just easy to pick on. This created a sort of mischievous and friendly dynamic between you and Aegon. You both hadn’t seen each other since the whole ‘incident’ on Driftmark. Eager to see him but also anxious were the only words you could use to describe the weird feeling in your abdomen.
Both of you had grown into your own person, you had finally gone through puberty, curved hips, filled out breasts, sharper and more defined features. And even your silver hair had grown longer, but tonight it was braided in the style of your house. As well as being styled in a beautiful red and black dress. And as you finally arrived, before the king it seemed, you saw him there. He turned around in his chair, his mouth slightly agape as he took you in. His hands seemed bigger, his shoulders broader, circles under his eyes and his lips stained red from wine. A habit he hadn’t grown out of by the looks of him. You took a deep breath at the sight of him, pressing any affectionate feelings deep down.
He quickly turned back in his seat as you and your family took yours. Of course, your brother had to leave one chair between him and Aegon as his betrothed sat on his right side. Are you fucking kidding me, why couldn’t he have just been mature and took the seat. To avoid suspicion you tried to set your thoughts aside and hurriedly took your seat, already earning a confused look from your mother. Luckily for you there wasn’t any time for conversation as the arrival of the king was announced and you had to stand up again. When he was seated at the table as well, he started off with a speech that quickly got drowned out by your own thoughts. Somehow you couldn’t shake the feeling of him staring. But why would he?
However, your intuition was right because just as you glanced to the side, you already caught him staring. That bastard only made things harder. You could feel his glances on you the entirety of your grandsire’s speech. It made you want to be sucked up by the floor, never to be seen again. But why couldn’t you help yourself from glancing once every while either? All those thoughts were put to a stop when the king sat down again. Your family started a seemingly peaceful conversation with one another. But then, the inevitable... Aegon leaned to his right, where you were seated, and got a bit closer to your ear. The stench of wine and his musk, which was way more enticing than you wanted to admit, filling your nose.
“It’s been a long time hasn’t it, dear niece?” Fuck- His voice had matured too, not as nasal and annoying as it once was. But deep and smooth, cold and hot at the same time. But he had more of a mischievous tone to it, which instantly made goosebumps ripple over your skin. “Yes it has. Still a strong taste for wine I see.” You mused. Keeping a light but inviting tone yourself. “Oh- and she has become more brazen as well.” He grinned, still keeping close to you. You knew he was planning on fucking up this whole dinner tonight, but maybe you were looking forward to that. The annoying voice of Otto Hightower already making you lose your patience. “As well?” You gave him a questioning look, finally acknowledging him.
“Must I really say it?” He was clearly drunk with the way he observed your tits in the corseted dress. You must admit, you did pick one of your more revealing gowns tonight. Either by accident or on purpose, Aegon cared not. He was just glad you seemed to give him a view to enjoy tonight. “Yes, you must. What do you mean by that?” Clearly you had no idea what he insinuated and oh did that make this all more perfect for Aegon. “Fine. You have matured. Grown into your body, I suppose.” Lowering his voice and choosing more careful words. He didn’t want this dinner to be over yet. “Oh- I- uhm, thank you uncle. That is kind of you to say. You have matured as well. Less...skinny.” That earned you a grin, one you had missed more than you thought.
Your brothers were always fun to be around but as they got older they started to become more serious. Something that hadn’t caught up with you yet. Jace cared more about his studies and Luke about training with the sword, and Joffrey was too young to have any real fun with. But Aegon hadn't changed as much it seemed, and it made you happy. Knowing that during your stay, you could maybe find some good company in him. Maybe even make it like the old days and pester Aemond a bit, although he had matured too and become more intimidating, so you decided against that part. That was especially proven when the king parted for the night and a pig was brought in, and set right in front of Aemond. Giving one glance to your brothers, you three couldn’t help but let out a snigger. To which Aemond rose from his seat, slamming his hands on the table in a fit of rage, one he hadn’t felt since the old days.
“Final tribute.” He began as he raised his cup to which Aegon mirrored him. You gave your brothers a knowing look. This could only go one way. “To the health of my nephews.” There we go. “Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…strong.” Alicent gave Aemond a warning but he didn’t give a single fuck, too blinded by hurt and embarrassment. “Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.” You didn’t think he would really go there as Aegon was usually the one to ruin events but Aemond always had a taste for the dramatics. “I dare you say that again.” Jace spoke up, he was always sensitive about the rumours and accusations. Saying you could never understand with your Valyrian features. “Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?”
Aemond really had to take it further. Jace at this point had stood up and stalked towards Aemond in a fury. Aaand dinner ruined. Jace landed the first punch, then all hell broke loose. Luke stood up as well wanting to help his brother defend their honour. But Aegon stopped him slamming him on the table. Making you stand up and push Aegon off him. Your mother and Alicent were all yelling at this point, guards were stepping in and you were all pulled off each other. “Why would you say such a thing in front of all these people?” Alicent scowled. “I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family mother. Although my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs!” Aemond raised his voice, really making sure your brothers heard it. Jace broke free, ready to launch himself at Aemond again but Daemon stopped him. “Go to your quarters, all of you go, now.” Your mother put an end to it.
At least supper went as expected, however you knew you needed to clear your mind and cool off before going to bed so you sneaked out to the gardens. However while you were out, a knock landed on your door. Aegon stood there with a bag and a note. He didn’t expect you to disobey your mother and leave but that only confirmed he could make it up to you tonight. His way. He slid inside your chambers and left the bag accompanied by the note on your table, and sneaked away. This was the real test, he thought. To see if you were still the daring, brazen and reckless girl of all those years ago.
When you returned to your chambers one of the guards let you know who stopped by. And that he left something in your chambers. Curious as to what Aegon could have possibly brought you, you hurriedly stepped inside and closed the door. There it was, the bag on the table and the note of course. Opening it with haste, your face fell into a frown, old dirty commoners clothes? What the fuck kind of gift was that? But your gaze fell on the note beside. You grabbed it and revealed the messy handwriting inside. “Meet me at the back entrance if you want a real fun experience tonight. -The Drunken Fool.” The smile on your face was uncontrollable as you discarded your regal gown and stepped into the musty clothes of the bag, pulling your hair into a bun to tuck underneath the hat that Aegon left in there as well. With one look in the mirror to make sure you didn’t leave any white strands out you left your chambers during the guards shift change, with there always being about two minutes between their shuffle. Something you remembered quite well from your childhood.
Giggles and laughs almost escaped you every time you managed to evade guards and servants. At last you found your way outside, no one there recognizing you as you tried to make your way to Aegon. Passing a few people you met his gaze as he stood by the back entrance, a couple of feet away from you, wearing his usual attire and accompanied by two men. You smiled at him and started to walk over to him, when you all of a sudden felt a hand grip your upper arm pulling you back. A gold cloak stopped you. Panic seeped in your skin as you were terrified of being caught. “Girl. What is your business here?” His hoarse voice broke the giddy haze you were in. “Let her go immediately.” You almost didn’t notice Aegon coming to the rescue until he was already at your side. “My prince. I apologise, I didn’t know she was with you.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.
“I have never been called ‘girl’ before.” You chuckled. “Keep your voice down, no one can know you’re here.” Aegon shushed you. Dragging you with him through the city. The two men following you. “What about them?” You asked as you nodded behind you. “They don’t know who you are, told them you were a whore I picked out to take for the night.” He grinned, still accompanying you through Flea Bottom, the streets of which you recognised. “A? Whore?” You asked confused. Oh no. Aegon thought. Did you really know nothing about sex? Pleasure? He was about to take the night a lot further than he initially planned. He wanted to take you out drinking, to get a break from his boring family and have some fun with the only person who didn’t judge him. But you still being innocent in that regard made him swell in his pants. He was going to show you a lot more fun than you thought.
“How about I explain when we get to the place huh?” Aegon bit his lip in anticipation, he walked past the tavern where he originally planned to take you and continued walking- to the streets of silk. There was one particular pleasure house where he could have his privacy with you. As you both reached the door of the place, moans could already faintly be heard outside and Aegon noticed your face grow confused. You made this so much harder for him. He ordered the guards to wait outside and took your hand once more to lead you inside. When you entered your jaw almost crashed through the floor at the sight. People everywhere, naked as the day they were born. At least most of them, the others barely wearing anything. They were all over each other, men on women, men on men and even women on women. All screaming, moaning, whining and groaning in pleasure. You looked around, mouth agape as Aegon looked only at you.
Your reaction was better than he could’ve ever dreamed about. “A whore is someone who gets paid to pleasure a man, or woman. That all happens here. In a pleasure house, you see, pleasure is the greatest thing the gods have ever given us. Besides wine. Marriage is a duty, but fucking is a pleasure.” He whispered in your ear. You almost moaned at his words. A tingly and heated feeling spreading through your body. Aegon squeezed your hand and led you through the people, their eyes occasionally landing on Aegon. He probably came here often? As a serving girl recognised him, she gestured for him to follow her. Taking you both to the back of the building, curtains were revealed. Aegon told the girl to piss off, opened the curtains and revealed a decently sized room, a large round bed inside. Which was decorated with pillows and blankets. Hundreds of candles were lit on the incavings of the walls in the room.
Aegon closed the curtains and led you on the bed, removing the muffy hat you were wearing. “Do you... come here a lot?” You asked, a slight tremble in your voice. You still didn’t fully grasp the concept of what was exactly happening here, but you were beginning to understand. “I do, and before you go back to Dragon Stone. I’ll show you what real pleasure and fun can be.” He murmured, leaning in a bit closer. He now stroked your cheek. Your lips parted and you could feel the slick and ache between your thighs. The feeling of it becoming uncomfortable, you pressed your legs together, kneeled on the bed before Aegon, who was eyeing you hungrily, the action not going unnoticed. “Does it hurt, little niece?” He asked, lust and impatience filling his body. He knew you didn’t know you craved his touch, but he knew. All too well in fact. You could only nod, a small whimper leaving your lips.
Aegon felt dizzy, his cock was now fully hard. He was probably in more pain than you. He never felt this horny, this pent up. He could feel the precum sticking to the inside of his breeches. “Let me show you, teach you. Real pleasure.” You could only whimper in response. “Kiss me.” You let out a breath and kissed him on the cheek. “No darling, on my lips. It will feel better, I promise.” You obeyed and kissed him softly on his lips. A spark igniting in you at the touch. Aegon felt it too, as he pressed his lips more firm against you. His hands pulling you closer but his desire for you was far from satiated. He deepened the kiss and forced your lips open, prodding his tongue inside. You still awkwardly kissed back and he pulled back a moment. “Try to move your tongue against mine love.” His voice came out hoarse and raspy. You tried to do as you were told, kissing him once more, you moved your tongue against his, getting saliva on both of your lips. Aegon sucked on your tongue and moved his hands in your hair.
You could feel the vibration of his groans on your lips, on your tongue. You felt yourself pulsate between your legs and pressed your thighs together once more. Aegon didn’t slow the kiss as he now licked your teeth and nibbled on your bottom lip as well. Then he moved back, sitting against the headboard as he moved you on top of him. Sitting on his lap, you started to mimic his tongue movements, licking his teeth as well and sucking on his tongue. Then he moved his hands lower, towards your ass. Only then it really hit you what was happening. You ripped your lips away from his. “Aegon- what- wait we can’t do this.” Aegon was afraid you would realise. This is what the septa’s meant when they would tell you you couldn’t dishonour yourself.
“Shh, don’t you worry about that. I promise it will be fine. Don’t you want to get rid of that ache? Don’t you want to feel good?” He panted, still lust filled. Desire clouded your mind and judgement and before you could think about it more, Aegon pulled you further on his lap. Right on something hard, hitting that aching spot between your thighs just right. You let out a moan at the feeling. How could you stop now? The pain and ache would become overbearing and besides, Aegon did this all the time. And he was just being so nice showing you how good you could feel. Aegon moaned in response. Did that make him feel just as good as it felt for you? Wanting to chase that feeling, you grinded your hips yourself this time.
“Fuck- yes just like that. This feels just as good for me as it does for you.” You shuddered at his words. “What is that-” You whined. He grabbed your hand that was resting on his shoulder and moved it between his legs, letting your hand grip his bulge. “That, is my cock. And it feels so fucking good when you touch it. And when I touch you between your legs,” He paused, moving his own hand between your legs, letting his thumb graze your clothed clit. “right over your cunt, it will feel amazing for you.” You gasped at the feeling and his words, never did you feel you so excited, good and hot at the same time. And the urge for more only grew. “So I beg of you, don’t stop. For the good of both of us.” Aegon pleaded, moving his hand back to your ass and helping you grind on him this time.
You could only chant ‘yes’ in response accompanied by moans and whines. Aegon, not being quiet himself, let out his filthies moans and groans. Pulling your head down a bit, he kissed you again. Using his other hand to keep you steady while you humped each other like animals in heat. His covered cock hitting your clit just right every time, and the slick covering your cunt making it easier to grind against each other. Your breath caught in your throat as you pulled away from Aegon, never stopping your hips that grinded on him. “Aegon, some- something is happening- I don’t- please, more- more!” You mumbled incoherently as you felt an intense amount of pleasure building up, your entire body about to burst. “Fuck- good girl. You’re about to cum. You gonna cum for me little princess? You gonna cum for your uncle?” His vulgar words sent you over the edge as you felt waves of fire cursing through your body. One long moan left your lips as your grip on Aegon’s shoulders tightened, pressing yourself as hard as you could against his erection.
Aegon let out a groan at the sight of you, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, a light sweat covering you. What a divine sight before him. It was worth every restraint of staying sober before your outing. Just so he could remember every detail. When you had calmed down, your eyes locked, you shared a breathy chuckle. “This is only the beginning.” Your eyes widened at his words. Aegon moved his hands to your tunic and started to pull it off, you decided to do the same. Removing his tunic as well. His skin exposed, his abs and toned arms out for only you to see. He could only focus on your hardened nipples, the soft flesh looking beautiful under the candlelight. He couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to and immediately dove in on your breasts. Suckling and licking your nipples, your hands moving to his neck. You needed to hold on to him, otherwise you were sure you would lose it.
As he held you, nipple in mouth, he moved you on your back. His hips now back to rutting against you, but it still wasn’t enough. “Need more, more of you princess.” He huffed. He removed himself from you and pulled the old pants you were wearing down, immediately revealing your slick cunt. “Fuck- it’s almost as if you did this on purpose.” He grinned, fully ripping the pants off, with a wet stain at the crotch, to throw it to the side. You didn’t however, you just didn’t have access to men’s breeches and womens smallclothes wouldn’t do in pants. His thumb circled your clit and Aegon looked at you through hooded eyes, small pants leaving his lips. How could he ever go back to regular boring whores when he had a Valyrian princess to devour? He decided he no longer had time for patience and removed his own pants, removing his breeches as well in the process.
You leaned on your elbows, curious to see what his cock looked like bare. Aegon let you stare, he loved the effect he was having on you, the first to be having this effect on you. His cock stood proud, curved, veiny, leaking and red from arousal. Balls filled with seed, eager to be emptied and white pubic hair trailing from his navel to his pelvis. You licked your lips at the sight, an urge filled Aegon as he took the base of his cock and trailed the head between your folds. A low grunt escaped him and you let out a whine at the feeling. Finding your tight hole, he let spit dribble from his lips on his cock, although he doubted he needed it, he didn’t want to hurt you.
Holding the base still, he guided the head to your entrance and with a bit of resistance he managed to get the tip inside, a moan filling the room as he felt your tight hole suck him in. The primal urge to fill you, pound into you until you were stuffed with his seed overtook him but he had to take it slow. “Such a good girl aren’t you? But so disobedient at the same time, taking your uncle’s cock in a pleasure house, in the middle of the night.” He groaned at his own words. Only the idea of it already made him hard. Never could he have fantasised about the real pleasure. He pushed further into you when he felt you relax, you whimpered but didn’t feel too much pain. Checking in on you he now fully sheathed himself inside, hitting your cervix.
You moaned and gripped the sheets beneath you, your legs wrapping around his waist. A sign for him to start fucking you. Aegon kissed your neck and started to slowly rut into you. “Yeah, feel good? You’re making me feel so fucking good love- your tight cunt wrapped around me. Taking me so well, my own little whore.” He grunted as he fucked into you harder. The sounds of sweaty skin smacking against each other and both of your sounds of pleasure filling the room. “More please- uncle- please!” You begged, you finally knew what he was talking about, what he craved- why he goes here. “You want more? How about you get on your stomach? Ass in the air little princess.” His voice sounded demanding and depraved. He pulled out so you could move, you both hissed at the loss of contact. Being in position he wasted no time pushing his sensitive cock back inside you.
Pounding into you again he grabbed the flesh of your ass helping you move into him as well. “Fuck- You’re perfect- So fucking perfect. Don’t think I can let you leave after this. Gonna need you every night-” He felt his balls tighten, a sign of his release approaching soon, he wanted to chase it, fill you up real good but he also didn’t want to stop yet, for reality to come back. “Doing so good for your uncle darling- so good-” He spoke the words pound for pound making your moans louder and louder. “Yes! All for you Aegon- only for you! Just want your cock please-” You barely even knew what you were saying, all you knew was that he was right, you could never go back to normal after this. His thrusts became more staggered and harsher, giving a couple more before pulling out and letting ropes of his cum painting your ass, long and whiny moans leaving his lips at the sight. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm sticky cum hitting your skin. Taking a deep breath he fell beside you and pulled you close, ignoring the blood on the sheets.
“I don’t think I can stop myself from taking you again.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. “I don’t want you to stop yourself, I’m already tainted now, what does it matter anymore.” You both laid in each other's arms for some time before Aegon decided to kiss you again. Letting his tongue trace your lips, before entering your mouth. You both made out for a bit before Aegon felt his cock stir again. The power you held over him was dangerous. He removed his lips from yours and laid you on your back again, before kissing down your stomach. “Aegon, what are you doing?” You asked hazily. “Kissing you somewhere else.” When he reached your folds he kissed them softly before kitten licking your clit, making you jerk your body at the feeling. You were still sensitive from the grinding and his warm, wet tongue felt way too good.
“Oh- do that again, please- harder.” Aegon grinned at your reaction, feeling his chest swell with pride at how he was already making you beg again. He did as you asked and started lapping feverishly at your folds. Occasionally prodding his tongue inside you. His hands held you in place by your tits while your own found his silver locks tugging at the roots. He groaned against your cunt and sucked on your clit. Your feet tensed up at the feeling, and your hands tugged his head closer, basically grinding on his face. Aegon wanted nothing more than to have you cum once more, all over his face. As he lapped and sucked your release came closer, Aegon would devour you every night if he could. He flicked his tongue faster as your moans grew louder and curses fell from your lips. With one shattering moan you fell apart, moaning Aegon’s name as your vision went black and fire cursed through you once more. When you calmed, Aegon gave your cunt one last kiss before laying beside you again.
“I want to do that to you.” You huffed, a smile on your face as the post orgasm still flowed through you. “Another day if we can, darling.” You frowned at that. “Sadly we must get back soon, before we raise any alarms.” You sat up, the reality of it all hitting you. Yet you felt no regret. “This was- unforgettable, Aegon.” You smiled, looking back at him as he still laid on the bed. “That it was.” He agreed. How could corruption feel so good?
Summary: Aegon's wife decides to play a little game, knowing fully well what the consequences will be.
Warnings: Targcest (brother-sister incest), jealousy, toxic relationships, SMUT (MINORS DNI), slapping, choking, rough oral (m!receiving), lots of dirty talk, use of "my king," degradation, breath play, dacryphilia, and breeding kink
word count || 3.2k🤙🏻
Aegon scowled as he watched his bastard nephew, Jace, offer his hand to you, his dear sister-wife. He almost widened his eyes in shock when you actually took it.
It had been a relatively nice night, considering the whole family was packed together in one room. When the late Vaemond Velaryon called into question prince Lucerys’ claim to the Driftwood throne, his elder sister and supposed heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra, and the rest of her brood swiftly sailed back to King’s Landing from Dragonstone to plead to let the bastard remain heir, to claim what was never his in the first place. Even a blind man could see he wasn’t the spawn of Ser Laenor, same with Jacaerys; the Strong bastards they were called, even if it was a quite ironic insult considering how much weaker they were than Aemond and himself.
And now, that mockery of a bastard heir was asking to dance with Aegon’s wife.
Aegon’s eyes flitted to his brother’s, both looking to each other in slight shock and offence. What are you going to do about it, Aemond’s gaze seemed to ask silently. It’s not as though Aegon could separate the bastard’s head from his shoulders, not with the whole family there watching. Oh, Aegon wanted to though. He wanted to cut his nephew down for even daring to set a single glance on his precious sister.
What was worse, though, you seemed to enjoy it.
A marriage to your brother, Aegon, wasn’t the worst arrangement in the world, and that was a shock to yourself as well. You were the youngest of Alicent's children, and you were sure that your mother would have your elder brother marry Helaena. In hindsight, you were relieved it wasn’t her, she was too soft, too gentle, and much too innocent for the likes of Aegon. You might’ve been the youngest, but you could hold your own, especially against Aegon.
At first, Aegon wasn’t the kindest to you, he never was. You were the baby, and your mother treated you the best and him the worst. There was always a sort of resentment he held for you, whether he liked to admit it or not, and he often took out his frustrations on you, even as a child. You often heard stories from your other brothers how Aegon would try to harm you as an infant, either accidentally or on purpose, from leaving you unattended when it was his job to look after you at that moment to trying to feed you to his dragon, Sunfyre. It amused you how petty this man could be. He did not want to marry you, he wanted to continue whoring about on the Streets of Silk, not consummate his wedding to you in front of a group of people to make sure his cock was inside you.
You and Aegon often fought, you both often found even the smallest things to fight about just to yell at each other. It was therapeutic, in a way. You would scream at each other, so loud it often woke the whole royal apartments; then you and Aegon would fuck. It was never loving, never romantic; it was purely feral, primal, each of you battered and bruised by the end of the night. When he first deflowered you, you didn’t think you’d like it that much, especially not with him. You were shocked to see how much Aegon actually knew what he was doing, you supposed spending his whole life on the Streets of Silk allowed him to learn some things.
There came a point in time when Aegon started to feel a bit more protective of you. As a child, he did hate you for a time, but he grew up and matured…well, in some ways. The reasons he hated you started to not make sense to him, so he simply stopped. You were his sister, his wife, and the future mother of his children and possible heirs to the Iron Throne. He grew to love you, but that didn’t mean he would be kind to you all the time, Aegon was still Aegon. But gods, you had him by his balls, and in turn, he often made love to you rather than just fuck you.
So now, you often found ways to make him so mad he fucked you the way you wanted, how things were before. Aegon often went too far in his protectiveness, to the point of obsession. He needed you all to himself, and you knew that. With the little family reunion, you knew the perfect way to get under Aegon’s skin.
You didn’t necessarily hate your nephews, but you didn’t mind throwing them under the bus for your own enjoyment. Jacaerys was a sweet boy, always on your heels as a girl, trying to woo you in hopes your mothers would betroth you to lessen the gap that was between your family, always giving you flowers he found in the gardens and stealing sweets from the kitchens to surprise you with a makeshift picnic. It was nice, but you were never interested, you were more interested in the sweets he brought you to be honest, and the flowers you’d always give to your maids instead. Now, he was a man grown, and quite handsome and you figured you wouldn’t be disgusted if you had in fact married him; and from the looks he kept giving you, it seemed his little crush didn’t lessen a bit, even though he was now betrothed himself.
You hid your smirk by sipping on your wine, the alcohol making you bolder than you normally would be in public. You smiled sweetly at Jace, and he took that as a sign to ask you for a dance.
You discreetly eyed Aegon, satisfied to see his sour expression as you took Jace’s palm in yours, allowing him to help you up from your seat and bringing you to the open floor, promptly taking your first steps into a comfortable dance. You held Jace by his shoulder, your other hand in his, spinning each other around as the music flowed. He was actually a decent dance partner, a content smile decorating your face, but only widened when you saw Aegon scowling from the corner of your eye.
“Still only using me for your own schemes, eh?” Jacaerys broke the silence between you, catching you by surprise. “It seems not much has changed since we were little.”
You laughed through your nose. “And it seems you’ve only gotten more clever, nephew.”
“Unlike some, I know when my feelings aren’t reciprocated. It was hard as a boy, but I know better now.”
“Is that so? So, why are you dancing with me and not your new betrothed?”
“It’s simple, really.” Jace smirked as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “To anger my uncle.”
You giggled. “And why in the Seven Hells would you do such a thing? You only did so as a child.”
Jace shrugged. “I guess some things will never change.”
Some things do never change, including past resentments from others. One little giggle from Lucerys directed at Aemond, and all hells broke loose. Over a pig…a bloody pig. You didn’t really understand it, but to be fair, what happened to Aemond didn’t happen to you. You weren’t even there that night little Luke took his eye, but what was certain is that he still hated him and he wasn’t afraid to show it. A fight broke out, and Jacaerys quickly discarded your dance in favor of punching your brother in the face, which only managed to make Aemond angrier…and your husband.
After the fight was broken up, everyone was sent to their quarters. But Aegon grabbed you by your upper arm and practically dragged you to your apartments. “How dare you!” He shouted as soon as he closed the door behind him.
“I don’t know what you mean, my love.” You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes bashfully.
Aegon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t play the fool with me, you knew exactly what you were doing. Jacaerys? Really? You willingly dance with the enemy?”
Now it was your turn to scoff. “Enemy? He’s our nephew.”
“Fine. You willingly dance with someone who is not your husband!” He seethed, he grabbed you by your neck, pulling you close, your breasts uncomfortably pressing against his chest. “You dare embarrass me like that, in front of all those people.”
“You embarrass yourself in front of the whole Keep every day, what’s one more to add to the list?” You choked out, making Aegon’s eyes darken, and a chill shot down your spine. You hadn’t seen him this mad since the days after taking your vows…it made your cunt incredibly wet.
Aegon raised his hand to you, slapping you across your cheek and immediately marking it a bright red, making you yelp and your head spin. “Ah, so you wanna be a little slut for your bastard nephew, is that it?” He slapped you again until your knees gave out and you crumpled to the floor, his firm hand making you look up at him. “Is my cock not good enough for you anymore? You think he can fuck you better than I can?” He pinned you to the stone floor, the thin carpet the only thing cushioned your back. He straddled you, his cock already stiff and pressing against his trousers. “He’s just a boy, a pathetic, worthless bastard, and a whore like you can’t be satisfied with just a boy. You need me, who knows exactly what you need.”
“Aegon-”
“Shut the fuck up, whore!” Aegon yelled in your face, tearing the bodice of your gown right down the middle, exposing your heavy breasts to the cool air, your nipples hardening instantly. He palmed one harshly while unlacing his breeches and freeing his cock, pumping the shaft with his other hand. You winced at the roughness, but your mouth watered at the sight, and you knew Aegon knew you wanted this, from the way your chest heaved with anticipation and the way your pupils dilated to wide you could barely see your irises. “If you don’t choke on this cock, maybe I’ll fuck you. How’s that sound, slut?”
You squealed as Aegon forced his thick cock in your mouth, immediately reaching the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes, but you tried not to gag. You had done this enough times to train yourself to take him all, each time you’ve been able to do it for longer, but you were so eager for him to fuck you stupid. “Well, that certainly shut you up, didn’t it?” Aegon chuckled, biting his lip as he gently fucked your mouth, watching your lips stretch around his girth and threatening to crack the skin. “Gods, you always take me so well, don’t you, darling? You want me to fuck you that bad, hmm?”
You moaned around his cock enthusiastically, nodding your head slightly.
“Mm, if only little lord Strong could see you now, taking your husband’s cock so deep in your mouth you can’t even breathe, can you? What do you think he’d say? He’d probably be disgusted by you, a little whore who can’t survive without a cock stuffed into one of her holes. Isn’t that right?”
“Aegon-!” You tried to speak, but he grabbed your throat squeezing hard, and pinched your nose closed so you couldn’t breathe at all, his pace quickening and becoming relentless as he roughly fucked your mouth. You choked and gagged, grunting as your body started to run on instinct, jerking and writhing, trying to grasp for air but finding none. And as you started to become lightheaded and dizzy, your vision fading in and out, Aegon let both of his hands go and removed his cock from your mouth, a loud, shaky gasp echoing from your lips, coughing so hard you were scared you’d bring up your dinner. You sobbed a little, tears streaming from your eyes one after the other.
“Shh, shh, shh.” Aegon wiped away your tears with little finesse, shoving his fingers in your mouth and collecting your spit, circling your nipples before bringing his head down to nip and suckle on them like a babe starved. “On the bed, now.” With little strength, you shakily crawled onto your bed, but now before Aegon discarded the rest of your gown and smallclothes until you were completely bare to his eyes. “Mm, you always were the prettiest of us, weren’t you? You think you can handle more, slut?”
You nodded your head, “Please.”
“Using your manners, now? What a surprise. I didn’t think my cock would tame you that easily. You want me, darling? Not Jacaerys? I can go fetch him and I can find myself another whore that could take my cock in her mouth easier than you can.”
You scowled. “I’ll have your balls if you do such a thing.”
And in an instant, Aegon was straddling you again, slapping your face once more. “I guess I was wrong, you’re still acting like a little hellcat in heat. Maybe putting a babe in you will tame you, for a time at least. You know how the court whispers, how I haven’t sired an heir from you yet. I know you wanted to wait, but maybe tonight I finally will…then you can have my balls.” He giggled darkly. You moaned loudly when Aegon pressed two of his thick fingers inside you without warning, but with how wet you were, he had little to no resistance, besides you squeezing around his digits. “Fuck, you’re so wet. This all for me…or was it for Jace?” You shook your head no, but that only made him slap your pussy hard. “Use your words, slut.”
“All for you, Aegon! Only for you.” Aegon removed his fingers, quickly replacing them with his cock, hitting the ends of you with a single thrust. “Aegon!” You moaned, already feeling so full. You tried to move, but he held you in place, leaning down to take one of the stiffened peaks of your breasts into his mouth, sucking hard and then repeating the action with the other breast. “Please, more, please.” You begged, trying to cant your hips up but only meeting resistance from his hands pinning you to the bed.
“Only good girls get what they want. Are you a good girl?”
“...yes.” Slap. “No!”
“You’ve been a brat all night, and only bad girls act like you did tonight. And bad girls have to work for their pleasure. So, you will listen to me. You will obey my commands, understand?”
“Yes, my king.”
Aegon smiled, “Now there’s a glimpse of my good girl.” You whined as he slowly pulled out until just the tip barely remained, and then thrust back in hard, making you gasp. “That's what you wanted, little slut?” He thrusted into you again even harder, the loud slap of skin resounding through the entire room, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cockhead hit that special spot inside you that made your clit throb wildly.
“Yes, yes…!” You moaned, trying to keep your hips still as Aegon pounded into you hard and slowly, taking his time with you, keeping you frustrated but reeling at the same time. You started to cry, causing Aegon to giggle.
“Aw, is this not enough for my little slut? Do you not appreciate what your future king is giving you?”
“I need more, my king, please, I’m sorry, I can’t-” You babbled, your legs starting to shake.
“Hush, my darling, I’ll give you what you want. But you need to do something for me first.”
“I’ll do anything, please!”
“Tell me that Jace is nothing but the bastard of a whore who will never be king.”
You frowned, “B-But…”
“Ah, ah, ah, you said you’d do anything, did you not? Are you going back on your word to your king? Tell me how he’d never pleasure you like me.” Aegon’s thrusts slowed to a stop, his hand reaching down to circle your neglected clit with the tips of his fingers, causing you to arch your back in overstimulated pleasure.
“Aegon, please-!”
“Say it, bitch!”
“Jace is just a bastard who’ll never be king! He’ll never pleasure me like you can!” You screamed as Aegon finally started to rut into you with a brutality you’ve never experienced, he sat on his haunches, gripping your love handles with both hands so hard you knew it would leave your skin dark with bruises. The tip of his cock hit the ends of you over and over again, so hard you felt an ache form in the pit of your stomach. “Gods, fuck, Aegon!”
“Yes, slut, scream my name. Let the whole Keep know who’s fucking you like this. Scream so loud it’ll carry to that bastard’s chambers.” Aegon reached down to continue rubbing your clit, eliciting another scream of his name from your swollen lips. It almost sounded like you were being killed with how loud you were, but you were going to experience a little death soon if Aegon kept hitting both your pleasure spots at once.
“Are you going to cum on your king’s cock, hm?”
“Yes, my king, please, can I?” You sobbed, your moans getting louder and higher pitched as you edged towards that peak of pleasure.
Aegon smiled, groaning as his cock twitched inside you. “You’ve made up for all your bad behavior, so I guess you’ve earned it.” You groaned loudly as you came, clenching on Aegon’s cock so hard he whimpered, pounding into you until he neared his own climax. “You want your king’s cum inside you, darling? You want me to pour my seed inside you so you can give me an heir?”
“Cum inside me, Aegon, please, I want your babe inside me!”
“I’m gonna give it to you, darling, I’m gonna give you my cum, fuck-!” Aegon groaned loudly, burying his face in your neck as he shot his hot seed into your cunt, his cock twitching wildly inside you, making you whimper from the sensation. “Gods, fuck, darling…” He breathed out in exhaustion, rolling off of you to lay on his back beside you.
You lay there with a tired, but content smile on your face, simply enjoying the sound of Aegon catching his breath next to you, a sore ache between your legs.
“Did you enjoy that, you little vixen?” Aegon teased, huffing in annoyance.
You smiled as you turned to lay at his side, placing his arm around your shoulders and resting your head on his chest. “You know I’d never want Jacaerys, I just missed how we used to have our coupling in the beginning of our marriage…I only want you.”
Aegon raised a brow, looking down at you in amusement. “And here I thought I was the perverted one. You’re just as bad, aren’t you.” He turned to face you, smiling fondly at you, reaching a hand up to caress the side of your flushed face. “If you wanted me to fuck your brains out, my love, you could’ve just asked. I would’ve happily indulged you.” You gasped as he suddenly pinned you to the bed, keeping your wrist together above your head with one hand. “That being said, have you learned to behave yourself now, little one?”
You smirked, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m not sure, my king. I’m still feeling a bit rebellious.”
Aegon groaned as he wrapped his other hand around your throat tightly, his cock springing to life once more. “Then I guess it’s up to your king to teach you another lesson. Perhaps you’ll learn something this time.”
