Ramsay Bolton NSFW Alphabet

Ramsay Bolton NSFW Alphabet

A-Aftercare: Ramsay Bolton is not an affectionate man. If he has no regard for you he will just use you until he's satisfied then either leave you in the state that you end up in or kick you out of the room. If he cares for you even a little he will allow you to stay and cuddle.

B- Body part: Ramsay loves every bit of his lovers Body, if he had to pick a favorite though it would probably be your ass. He's the type to spank you and the type to take you from behind. His favorite part of himself would probably be his hands. They're so skilled in all things, flaying, archery, and fingering.

C- Cum: He would love to make an absolute mess of you. Your face, your chest, your back, anywhere. He'd paint you all over or fuck your throat and force you to swallow it all. He would cum inside of you, not caring if he made more bastards. If you two were married however, he would be insatiable, wanting to make you pregnant ASAP.

D- Dirty Secret: This is Ramsay we're talking about the man has no secrets, he will do anything and everything to you and would not be shy about it. The only thing I could see that he wouldn't admit is that he's into praise. Ramsay would want to be told he's doing a good job.

E- Experience: He knows everything there is to know, you name it he's tried it on someone willing or otherwise.

F- Favorite Position: Doggy or Cowgirl. Doggy if he's using you or you're in trouble and Cowgirl if he really cares about you. I also can see him really being into the mating press.

G-Goofy: He's serious the entire time. Deadly serious. If you chuckle or try to crack a joke he's not having fun anymore

H- Hair: He's well groomed, every once in a while he gets too busy and it grows a bit but never much past stubble.

I- Intimacy: During sex? Not a chance, maybe some loving eye contact if you two are a couple but other than that he fucks, he's not here to be mushy and make love.

J- Jack off: If he's horny and you aren't at his immediate disposal then absolutely yes he will, and then once he comes home he'll bend you over and scold you for not being there for him to immediately fuck.

K- kink: the man is outrageously kinky, his favorite kinks though are definitely knife play, primal play, CNC, and maybe even some pet play

L- Location: Anytime, anyplace, if you are there and he wants it he will take it

M- Motivation: Ramsay is always ready to go, after a long day of torturing someone in the dungeon he'll be ready to let out all of that adrenaline, after a hunt he's ready, the second he sees you period...he is ready

N- No: There's nothing this man wouldn't try at least once.

O- Oral: He could and would eat pussy like a man who has been starved, you would have to just lay there in a pool of your own fluids and pray that he gets lockjaw. He also loves when you suck him off, gripping your hair in his hand and forcing you down on his cock with throaty growls.

P- Pace: fast and hard, if you try to ask him to go gentle he may try (if he cares enough) but his primal desire to ravage you will kick in and he will break you in half once more

Q- Quickie: He perfers to have all night with you with all available tools but if he wants you and doesn't have the time to be thorough then yes, he'll bend you over or push you against the nearest surface and fill you with his cum.

R-Risk: He lives for it. If you two get caught...oh well.

S- Stamina: He can go all night, even if he fucks you till his cock will not physically get hard anymore he still has his fingers, and his mouth to work with. He will never only go one round if he has you at his whim.

T- Toys: anything he can implement as a toy, he is on it. Though, he perfers to only use knives and ropes.

U- unfair: Ramsay can either be a very kind man and give you more orgasms than you can handle or edge you for hours until it hurts to even move, he will have you stammering out pleas for your release. He also likes to purposely contradict himself just to give himself the excuse to punish you. He'll tell you he wants you to do something and then when you do it he'll come up with some stipulation he hadn't disclosed and punish you for not following the rules. He likes to be unfair.

V- Vocal: He wants you to scream and cry. He wants everyone to know how good he's giving it to you. As far as he goes, he's a growler. He growls and pants, every once in a while you'll get a moan from him. He'll whisper dirty things in your ear, vile things, and just keep going. Growling after every sentence.

W- Wildcard: He's really into dog terms, breeding terms especially. He wants you to call him master and he wants to call you his little whelping toy. You're his "stubborn bitch" his "Stupid mutt" he loves it, this is what gets him going the most.

X-ray: For how cocky he is you would think it's massive right? No, he's about seven inches but thick. He's an advocate for "size doesn't matter, it's what you do with it" and boy does he know what to do with it.

Y- Yearning: All day everyday, he's always thinking of how and when and where he's going to fuck you that day.

Z- ZZZ: If you guys go for a long time then he may fall asleep but if it's one of those nights where he makes you cum a few times and is finished he'll stay up unable to sleep. He's lowkey an insomniac.

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Aftercare: after the two of you are finished he'll hold you tightly against him almost daring you to try and get up. He'll fall asleep with you wrapped in his strong arms and pressed against his chest.

Body Part: He likes to say that he gives your whole body equal attention but you can't help but notice that he's always grabbing your thighs. When you sit next to him in a meeting his hand is on your thigh, when you lay in bed his hand idly rests on your thigh, and especially when you ride his face. He grips onto your thighs so hard he leaves bruises, aggressively squeezing at the sensitive flesh, he loves to feel them tremble as he mercilessly devors your cunt. If you ask him what his favorite body part of his is, he'll shamelessly answer with his cock. The man is definitely packing and let's everyone know it. He likes to see you struggle to take him fully, watching your belly bulge when he hits it just right. He likes how easy it is for you to see what you do to him. He'll purposely adjust the way he sits just so you can see the bulge in his trousers.

Cum: The man does not waste a single drop, cumming over and over exclusively in your cunt. Every once in a while you may be able to convince him to use your mouth or something but other than that he tries to exclusively cum inside of you.

Dirty Secret: He wants to fuck you in front of the entire crew so that they don't get any ideas and know that only He can fuck you that well. He wants them to see how good you are for him and taunt them with the knowledge that you are his and only his

Experience: Any chance he has to get a good fuck in he's game so it's fair to say that he's very experienced. He doesn't always fuck for your pleasure but he also wants to be known as a good fuck so he makes sure that you get to finish in the most ways he can make you finish.

Favorite position: Doggy style or Mating press. If he has you in the mating press he gets to grip your thighs as an added bonus as he pounds into you and comes again and again growling about how you're going to have a whole crews worth of ironborn babies

Goofy: He's been known to be both, more so serious in the moment but he can't resist to let a well placed joke slip now and again

Hair: there's definitely some amount of hair there but he keeps it clean and maintained. He thinks being clean shaven makes him less of a man so he only trims

Intimacy: He's not usually the slow romantic type unless you ask for it. If he agrees to be slow and loving he'll whisper and groan about how beautiful you are, how you're his queen, and how he can't wait to see his baby inside of you

Jack off: The man is insatiable, if he's in the mood and you aren't he'll begrudgingly decide to go straighten himself out but he'll let you know that he's not happy about it

Kink: He's into size kink, he needs his women to be significantly shorter than him and he loves the look on your face when he reveals his massive cock. He's into Dacryphilia, if he's overstimulating you and you start crying he'll just laugh and tease you about it. He'll call you “dumb” and “whiny”. He's into breeding, he wants to rule the world and to do that he needs heirs doesn't he? 

Location: Anytime, anywhere. If he gets the urge and you're down for it he'll take you whenever and wherever he pleases

Motivation: His biggest motivation is back talk, he loves a good Brat. If he tells you to do something and you sass him, it immediately makes his cock hard. He doesn't want it easy all the time he actually despises when his women mindlessly do as he bids. He wants to hear some resistance

No: He's not into sharing. What's his is his and he doesn't want anyone to touch you. Sure they can watch as he takes you but if you were to suggest a threesome he would adamantly refuse. 

Oral: This is another man who lives for oral he's a talker so he certainly knows what to do with his tongue. He mostly does it because it's the easiest way to overstimulate you and he can hold your thighs while he does so. He's not the biggest fan of blowjobs he prefers to just outright fuck you but when he does get one he grips your hair tightly to seem as if he's in control but really he'll let you do the work

Pace: it really depends on his mood, he's down for anything really fast and rough or slow and thorough. Either way he does a fantastic job

Quickie: all the time, this man needs to cum at least twice a day he's a nymphomaniac, he'll pull you off somewhere and fuck you when the need arises with no second thought

Risk: He doesn't care if you get caught or by whom you get caught. He's the type of guy that could have you bent over, fucking you like you were the last woman he'd ever see and if someone knocks on the door he'd tell them to come on in.

Stamina: he'll go all day and night if you let him. As long as you still have energy, so does he. Probably more so than you do to be honest.

Toys: He's one of those men that doesn't think that sex toys heightens the experience he believes that he should only work with what the drowned God gave him. If you insist very nicely he may incorporate something small

Unfair: he's a major tease but his impatience gets in the way. He'll try and tease you, say he's not going to fuck you just yet, but you know better all it takes is a well placed whine for him to forget every threat he just made and fuck you anyway.

Volume: he's loud, he prefers to be loud with you. Growling and moaning as he hits all the right spots asking things like “Yeah? Who's fucking you this good huh?” And moaning out praises. Everything out of his mouth is loud and filthy

Wildcard: He loves to be called Captain in the bedroom, might even be up for a little role play. A harmless maid snuck into the captains quarters and tried to knick something. Oh no! What is there to be done about this thieving harlots?

Xray: well above average in both ways, a good girth and about 9.5 inches

Yearning: Nymphomaniac. I've said it once I'll say it again there's not a second that goes by that he doesn't think about being buried in your cunt

Zzz: once you're both satisfied he demands cuddles whether it's a peaceful night in bed or a quick fuck in a hall he wants to be close. If it's a quickie he'll hug you and then go on with his day but if he had you in bed. He's wrapping you in his arms and you're not leaving till he wakes up which could be a while. And he's a snorer. And a blanket thief. Absolutely abysmal to sleep with.

Illicit Affairs

Jaime Lannister x Stark!Freader

NSFW: praise, teasing, cunnilingus, affair, unprotected sex, breeding kink (if you squint)

Summary: You and Jaime have been sneaking around for a while but seeing as how you've caught feelings you decide to break it off. It doesn't go according to plan.

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The minutes ticked away as I sat in this vacant bedchamber. I was waiting for Ser Jaime Lannister to make his appearance. When I first saw him back home in Winterfell I was no better than my little sister Sansa, fawning over handsome knights. He was beautiful, blessed by the seven with looks, brains, and strength. I didn't mean to fall as hard as I had, and once he caught on he entertained my interest. Which led me here, two months into a secret affair with the Kingslayer himself. I had to end it. It was not only deadly but it had just turned into a painful endeavor. I couldn't stand to hear his sweet words as he purred into my ears, his voice as soft as the fur cloak I had worn in the North.

The door opened and shut quickly and I looked up. There stood Jaime, already messing with the buckles on his wrists, already trying to free himself of his armor. His hair was perfect and he smiled at me softly but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Whether he was tired or worried I couldn't tell. He walks to the edge of the bed and grabs my hand and kisses my Knuckles. I curse myself for the way my heart leaps at the simple gesture, at the way his eyes stare inquisitively into mine.

“How was your day?” He asks softly. I had to remind myself, I came here to end things.

“It was alright…I guess.” I look away and try to sound disinterested.

“Not much of an answer is it?” He asks, idly stroking my hand. “You weren't out in the city in broad daylight were you? Cersei has been getting suspicious.” How ridiculously stupid of him to say. All he was concerned about was his twin sister getting angry with him as much as he tried to act like he cared for me. I scoff and look at him with annoyance.

“I'm a Stark, of course I was out in the daylight! Don't worry, I used Maegor's tunnels to get here.”

“You’re not concerned about getting caught?” He asks, his fingers continuing across my skin, but this time, they take a firm grip on my hips, as if he needs it to support himself in this moment. He lets out a deep breath, his lips hovering by my ear. “If she finds out about us, she will kill you.” He punctuates the sentence by kissing my neck gently, causing me to sigh.

“Mmm as you've made me aware.” His hands travel up my waist as he presses me against the plush bed, his lips against my skin in a way that makes the muscles in my stomach ache with anticipation. I try to force down my body's reaction to Jaime's but it's no use, my stomach keeps turning flips.

“I’m serious, love,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m not kidding when I say she will have your head on a spike.” I had to say something, I had to or I would let this happen again and again.

“Jaime…” I try, his name tumbles from my lips like a plea, causing him to groan and keep trailing kisses from my collarbone to the shell of my ear.

“What am I supposed to do if she finds out? I can't let anything happen to you.” There it was, his words. They were like a poison added into a sweet wine. If I were more foolish I would drink my fill of his poisoned words and slip into a drunken bliss that would eventually lead to my demise but I saw them for what they were. Poison. I push him away lightly to catch my breath and shake my head.

“I can't do this anymore.” I say simply. Multiple emotions flashed across his face at once. Offense, Confusion, maybe even disappointment. His hand was still on my hip.

“You….want to end this?” He asks, the confusion lacing his words, his green eyes narrowed studying me to see if I was joking or not. No. No I didn't want to end this, I wanted to stay in his arms forever. I wanted to bear his children, take his name, be his wholly. I didn't know how to respond. Yes. Say yes. I decided to go with the most infuriating response.

“This isn't honorable…this…what we're doing.” I finally say, not able to make eye contact with him. He didn't see this as me lying about wanting this to end, thank the gods. He saw this as me being embarrassed at my dishonorable actions. He chuckled humorlessly and grabbed my chin to make me look at him.

“Honorable?” He shakes his head “There's very little that is honorable about what we're doing love, but it doesn't mean I want you any less.”

“Jaime, I can't keep doing this.” I repeat a little stronger. He simply stares at me blankly and I think for a moment he may be having some episode as he stares at me unblinking.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” he says softly. “But you must look at me and tell me to my face that you want nothing to do with me. Otherwise… you know I won’t let you leave this room.” I gather all my thoughts, pushing down the tears, pushing down everything in my heart and say as coldly as possible,

“I want nothing more to do with you.” The look he gives me says that there are words on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said aloud, Instead, he nods.

“If that is what you want…” he says. “I won’t bother you any longer.” He backs away from me and I stand, clenching my fists.

“I'll see myself out.” I choke out. He continues staring at me, something lingering just hidden behind his eyes.

“See yourself home.” He says emotionlessly. “Don't do anything stupid love, King's Landing is an increasingly dangerous place for a Stark nowadays.” I nod and pull my hood over my head, slinking out the door into the cover of the dark halls. That was the end of things. I would stay away from Ser Jaime, I would never have to burden myself with knowing that his twin sister may swipe me from my bed or try to sentence me to death for some imagined treason. But as much as I tried to force it down, my feelings for him would never subside. Mine was love while his was lust.

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I hadn't seen him all day, I had just went about my day as uneventful as possible. Taking a walk in the garden, listening to the smallfolk bringing forth their troubles to the crown, and sat with my father as he pondered over dozens of parchments. The sooner I forget my feelings for Jaime Lannister the better.

The moment I open my chamber door, there he sat on the corner of my bed. Our actions mirrored those of yesterday. He sat on the edge of the bed nervously and I walked in after my long day, swinging the door closed just as quickly as I opened it.

“Jaime! You're going to get us killed! What if I had an escort or worse, what if father had been with me?” He stood and walked over hastily, grabbing my hips and pulling me in for a hug.

“Have you any idea what you put me through last night?” He demanded, his face buried in my neck. What had gotten into him?

“I'm sorry you didn't get to bury yourself in my cunt last night.” He pulls away and looks at me. He looks…hurt?

“Is this what you think this is? That I just use you?” I don't answer I simply stare at him in confusion and concern.

“Jaime…what happened after I left last night?” He sighs and places his forehead against mine.

“I thought I was going insane,” he whispers. “You came in and told me to stop and I just… let you go. Do you know how hard it was, to just let you walk out that door?” I feel tears pricking at my eyes and I place a hand gently on either side of his face.

“I'm confused…I thought that you…that this was just an arrangement?” He closes his eyes and chuckles humorlessly.

“No love, this hasn't been an arrangement for quite some time and last night…last night I was ready to beg you to stay.” He admits. I could tell this took a lot of courage for him to admit. His hands tighten on my hips. “Gods woman I shouldn't love you as much as I do…it's stupid, and dangerous, and its absolutely idiotic.” I pull away and look up at him, holding both of his hands now.

“You say this but you've been pulling away as of lately…” He looks at me confused.

“Pulling away? And what about you? Did you think I wouldn't mind you telling me that this was just a quick tumble? Because I did love, every single time.” He whispered. I needed clarification, just yesterday I had thought that his feelings had been a fabrication, that he was toying with me, playing some horrible cat and mouse game. Now he was telling me that he truly did love me.

“What about the letters? You used to write me the most beautiful letters, they were practically poetry. Talking about my beauty and your plans for the night, they had thought and feeling behind them. Then they turned into…” I sigh thinking of how rapidly the pretty notes turned into nothing more than a sentence telling me where you would be waiting for me and when. He could see that I was going to get upset if I continued to speak and placed a hand on my cheek again, wiping a tear from my cheek.

“Don't you see…that was my bloody stupid, desperate way to protect myself? If I kept giving you the letters I wanted to give you, Cersei would eventually find out, everyone would know and I can't let that happen love.” He says softly.

“How do you really feel Jaime?” I ask breathlessly, he smiles at me and places a tender kiss to my forehead.

“You beautiful fool. I'm in love with you. I've tried to stop this, to get over you, to make this just a quick, meaningless affair. But I can't. I can't do any of it. I can't stop myself from thinking of you, every bloody second of the day.” I struggle to find words but he keeps talking. “You’re too smart, too young, too beautiful, too pure, too honourable for me. But Gods, do I love you, love. I love you so much it literally drives me mad. And no one must know. You know why?” I simply nod.

“Because Cersei will have my head.”

“She will kill you in unspeakable ways and no one would be able to stop her. Not me, not the King, no one. That's why she can never know.” He stresses.

“Why did I have to fall in love with the one man who could never love me openly?” I ask with a sad sigh. He cups my face with both his hands, his thumbs gently brushing the skin of my cheeks.

“I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anything,” he says, his voice hoarse. “It doesn’t matter that I can’t love you in public, or that I can’t marry you, or take you to my bed as a Lord would his lady…” He sighs, burying his head in the crook of my neck once more. “Being unable to love you openly doesn’t mean I love you any less.” I hold his head against me, petting his hair.

“In another world, I'm the lady of Casterly Rock and we have a few little Lannister cubs running around our feet.” I muse. He lets out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against my neck.

“In a perfect world,” he murmurs. “I’d be able to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep next to you every night without having to hide it. We’d have a whole mess of kids, and I wouldn’t have to sneak around to kiss you like a bloody commoner.” I gently drag him to the bed, laying down with him and pulling his head against my chest. He follows you to the bed silently, his head resting against my chest, his hand resting in the small of my back, holding me against him. “I know you’re worried,” he mutters quietly, listening to the sound of my heartbeat. “I know you’re scared. But don’t think for a moment that I don’t love you, or that this isn’t as real for me as it is for you, love.” He reassures me. He's always been good at that, even when I wholeheartedly believed his words to be poison.

“I would just like to forget our troubles...if only for a few minutes.” I sigh. “I'd like to pretend that we do have that life we've imagined.”

“So would I,” he whispers, his hand tracing small patterns on my skin. “It would be nice not having to sneak around like thieves. To kiss you without having to worry if a servant will stumble upon us… or Gods forbid, if Cersei stumbles upon us…” He lets out a quiet sigh, burying his head in the crook of my neck. “For a few minutes,” he murmurs. “Let’s pretend that we’re not on borrowed time, hmm?” I place a hand to his face and kiss him gently, almost nervously. He let's out a strangled moan at the tenderness of it. I can taste the saltiness of tears, whether they were mine or his I couldn't tell. It's a bitter reminder that this thing between us wouldn't last. But I decided to ignore that and indulge myself. His hands travel downward, wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer, his body aching for the touch of mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, finding mine his body suddenly all need, all urgent, like he’s starving for more. I gently tug at the hem of your shirt. I want to take my time with you. “Gods…” He pants, sitting up and tugging the shirt off and tossing it to the side. I take both my hands and run them over his chest causing him to let out a deep, ragged sigh.

“Slowly...we never take our time. I'm not even sure I've gotten a good look at you before…” I say, my hands trembling as I stroke his chest. I felt almost like a virgin again with how nervous I was.

“We’re always in a rush,” he whispers, his hand taking hold of mine, his skin shivering at the feel of my palms against his chest. He guides my hand down to his stomach. I could feel his heart almost hammering out of his chest. “This time, we’ll go slowly,” he murmurs, running his lips along my jawline.

“Jaime…are you also ridiculously nervous?” I felt stupid asking that question.

“Gods, yes,” he sighs, his forehead rested against mine. “I feel like a bloody green boy. My heart’s beating so fast I think it’ll explode in my chest, my hands are shaking, my stomach is in knots, and every inch of my body is aching for you.” It gave me some semblance of relief to know that he was also nervous and so I nodded.

“I feel the same way...I feel more nervous than I did when I lost my maidenhead actually.” He lets out a low, almost hoarse chuckle as he looks down at me, his eyes roaming over my face, taking in every detail of my features.

“I don’t know why we’re both so nervous,” he sighs, letting his fingers run slowly over my collarbone, tracing the outline of your skin making me shiver. “We’ve done this before. I’ve taken you before. Yet, I feel like I don’t know what the hells I’m doing…”

“Maybe it's the knowing…knowing for sure that it's not just meaningless.” I suggest.

“Perhaps yes,” he murmurs, his hand traveling to my stomach, bunching up my dress, revealing more and more of my skin. “Maybe it’s the fact that now…” He lets his hand slip under the soft material of the dress, his fingers dancing across the inside of my thigh, I fight the urge to close my legs “Now we both know exactly how we feel.” I fight the urge to close my legs as I look up at him and place my clammy hands on his back. I pull away long enough to pull my dress off and lie back down, his hand gently strokes up my chest and cups one of my breasts. Any other time he would've cruelly pinched one of them and pulled but today he was gentle and that made me more excited than anything he could've done. “Don't be nervous Love…” He purrs, feeling how hard my heart was pounding.

“You first.” I tease breathlessly. He smirks against my skin and trails kisses from my neck and down, slowly, lovingly, meticulously until his head was settled between my thighs and I could feel his hot breath on my soaked core. He reaches up, stroking my trembling stomach with a purr as he lovingly nuzzles into my cunt, his nose bumping my clit causing me to moan and arch up into him.

“I'm sorry love, you're going to have to use your words and tell me what you want, I seem to be a bit tounge tied at the moment.” He teases before planting his face squarely between my legs and focusing solely on my clit, his skilled tounge moving in circles as he roughly grips my thighs to keep me from squirming away.

“Gods…gods be damned Jaime!” I yelp. He almost chuckles at my reaction, the sound a low growl against my skin.

“Is that really all you have to say?” he mutters. “You know, love, you were more articulate the first time we did this.” He taunts. I whine and arch up.

“That was different, gods be damned you know what I like!” He chuckles at my whining and looks up at me.

“I do. But I want to hear it from you, I want to hear you tell me what to do.”

“Slow…languid…” I pant, weaving my fingers in his hair, urging him to continue. He hums in understanding. Slow and languid. His tongue flicks against my skin, tasting me, savoring me. He lets out another almost growl, his hands grabbing my hips, holding me in place.

“You taste good,” he mutters, his voice low and rough. “Like sweet summer wine.” I try to keep a loose grip on his beautiful golden hair trying not to hurt him as I start to lose myself.

“Jaime...you know just how to make me feel good.” I praise.

“I’m glad I have at least one talent,” he murmurs, his tongue working languidly on my cunt, dipping inside of me before coming back up to circle my clit. He idly licks until he reaches a place that causes me to gasp. He had gently sucked on my clit. He looks up at me, his eyes gleaming, and I could feel his smirk. “Found a sensitive spot, love?”

“Yes ser don't stop.” I beg.

“Wouldn’t dream of it…” he mutters, his tongue and lips moving over my skin again, his hands sliding up and down the inside of my thighs. “I could stay like this all day, love, tasting you, listening to you…” I can barely think, lost in ecstasy.

“I-I would let you…" I stammer. This causes him to raise his head with a mischievous smirk.

“Would you beg for me to stay between your legs or would you order me to?” I smile and tighten my grip on his hair causing him to gasp in a painful pleasure.

“Which would you prefer?” I ask.

“Both. I want you to order me to continue then beg for my mercy.” He says. I bite my lip and shove his head back down.

“Well get to work then.” I command.

“Yes, my Lady,” he mutters, his words dripping with innuendo and sarcasm as he lowers his head, his lips and tongue returning to their slow, purposeful assault on my cunt. I moan and arch into his mouth. I loved the feeling of his moans and how expertly he worked me to my orgasm. Looking down at him I could tell he had no other thought other than pleasing me. I didn't take long before my thighs were fighting Jaime's grip, as I was getting close.

“Ser Jaime…I'm close…please please ser Jaime.” I stammer feeling the pressure in my belly begin to build.

“So polite…are you close already?” He purrs, still licking.

“Yes ser.” I confirm. All of that pleasure fades as he pulls away, his chin and lips glistening with drool and cum.

“Are you ready for me love?” He asks, I nod and sit up, helping him with his trousers and small clothes. He leans his body over mine my legs around his hips just so, his chest pressing against mine, his heart hammering in time with mine. He brings his lips to my ear, his voice almost a whisper. “I love you,” he murmurs. “Gods help me, I love you so bloody much….” I gasp as he slowly slips inside of me, it felt better than the other times knowing that he felt the same way about me that I did about him.

“I love you too Jaime…with every part of my soul.” I say, kissing his neck.

“I swear, I’ll find a way to be with you,” he mutters as his hands find my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head. “Not like this, sneaking in the dark… I swear to you, love, I will find a way to have you, to be with you….” His lips move to my neck, his tongue tasting the skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses. I hold him closely as he thrusted into me, slow but deep strokes. I held him so tightly. As if his body could seep into mine.

“I would love that…more than anything.”

“You deserve more than this,” he mutters huskily, his lips moving to my collarbone. “You deserve a soft bed and a castle and all the things a lady’s meant to have, not me sneaking in and out of your room at night like an… an animal…” He struggles for words, panting with the pleasure of the moment. I mewl and bite my lip

“I would give anything to be Lady Lannister, to be your wife and have your children...but if this is the only way I can have you I'm happy with that.” He responds with a strangled moan, his grip on my wrists tightening.

“You shouldn’t,” he mutters, his forehead resting on mine. “You deserve so much more than I could ever give you, love… more than being my concubine, more than sharing my bed like a common whore…” I kiss him hard to stop him from talking.

“Dont you dare try to break this off after ive poured out my heart and soul.” I scold. He responds with a deep, ragged moan, his eyes slipping shut, his whole body shuddering.

“I-I’m not!” he insists, struggling to get the words out. “I could no more break this off than I could stop breathing or stop my heart from beating.” His eyes flutter open again, his green gaze fixed on mine. “I’m just trying to tell you what you deserve, love,” he mutters softly. “And what I’m not able to give you…” I can feel my end rapidly approaching so I hold you tighter burying my head into your neck.

“I don't care about any of that Jaime...all I need is your...love” I pant. A strangled moan tears through him, his body shuddering against mine.

“You have my love,” he mutters huskily, his lips finding my ear. “And my heart, and my blood, and my soul, Gods be damned, it’s all yours, love, every bit of it…”

“Now all I need is for you to finish.” I purr into his ear. He groans and another broken moan pours from his mouth.

“Is that an order?” He asks.

“Yes, and you're honor bound to follow orders.” I tease. He nods.

“As my lady commands…as always.” He pants and his thrusts quickly become sloppy as he chases his orgasm. As mine snaps in the deep pit of my stomach I yelp and muffle my scream in his shoulder. I feel him spill inside of me and I pet his head as he slowly slows down before stopping. I let him stay there as I pet his head. Part of me wished his seed would take, wished it would stick and take root in my womb but the rational part of me knew that I shouldn't hope for that. We stay like that for a long time, his body covering mine, his lips leaving kisses on my skin, both of us trying to catch their breath. He looks up at me, noticing my expression, the way I seem to be lost in thought. “What’s going on in that head of yours, love?” he asks, his voice low and soft. Before I could answer there's a knock on my door and my expression is one of pure terror.

“Shit. Hide. Now, go hide.” I command. He nods and slips off the bed and rolls right underneath it. I clear my throat and call out for the person to enter and as the door opens I spot his shirt on the bed. I quickly stuff it under the blankets with me and look up to see a guard.

“Apologies my lady but you're needed down at the royal stables.” He says. I cock my head to the side.

“The stables?”

“The new mare is about to foal and the stable hand needs someone good with horses.” I simply nod.

“Ok. I'll be right there. Leave me.” I command, the guard nods and leaves. The second Jaime rolls out from under the bed I hop out of bed and struggle to get my clothes on. “Wait a few minutes before leaving ok? I love you, I'll see you tonight.” I turn and he's struggling with his trousers.

“Yes, love,” he mutters quietly, running a hand through his sweaty, messed-up hair, trying to neaten it a bit. “I love you, too. Be careful. And…have you seen my shirt?”

“Oh yeah...I suppose I have to give that back don't I?” I say, throwing it at him. He catches the shirt, wrapping it around his arm before stepping closer to me running his hand over my hair, pulling me closer, gently pulling me into a kiss.

“I hope you weren’t planning on washing it before giving it back,” he murmurs, his eyes wandering over my body. “If it smells like you, I’d rather keep it.” I kiss him again, just as gently.

“I guess you'll just have to give me one to wear all the time.” I purr. He responds with a low, rough chuckle, his hands moving to my hips, pulling my body closer, his lips working along my neck.

“All the time?” he mutters. “Do you mean I get to see you wearing nothing else but my clothes?”

“Mhm…yes ser.” I tease. His hands bunch up the skirt of my dress, his lips on my shoulder

“Gods yes,” he almost moans. “The thought of you only in my shirt, your skin bare - seven hells…” He paws at my hips under my dress trying desperately to go another round.

“Nuh uh.” I scold “I need to make my way to the stables, I can't go another round.” He gives a frustrated groan, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me tighter against him, burying his face into my neck, his body already getting very worked up, again from the feel of it.

“Damn it, love, you can’t just drop that on me and then tell me to not touch you,” he mutters. “It’s too cruel…” I pull away and smile.

“I love you, I'll see you as soon as possible.” I say. He lets me go somewhat reluctantly, but not before giving my ass a gentle, yet firm, squeeze as I move away from him.

“I love you too, love,” he mutters as I exit, his eyes roaming over my body almost greedily. “Be safe.” I turn and blow him a kiss before shuffling off to the stables.

God wants you to sexualize that old man

Hate you

Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Freader

NSFW: faux hate, brief degradation, vagina biting (twice), praise, power switch, unprotected sex, size kink, biting, slapping

Summary: Theon pays a visit to be a bother and ends up in your bed.

4.3K words

A/N: I'm not the biggest fan of Theon so I know that this one sucks but I figured since I have no time to fully participate in Kinktober I'll post something out of my comfort zone

I sit at my dresser, brushing my hair and humming to myself. The cool breeze filtered through my open window, carrying the sounds of the wolves howling and yapping, the sounds of people talking, and children playing. It was always calm and simple here in the North. Except when it wasn't. My door opened and I turned already knowing full well who it was. There stood Theon Greyjoy, the smug bastard thought he was the god's gift to Westeros the second he lost his virginity. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms with that pretentious smirk. “What do you want, Greyjoy?” I demand.

“Oh don't be like that Stark, I thought I'd come check on you, seeing as how you have no one to keep you company.” I scoff at him.

“I'm perfectly content to be by myself. Thank you for gracing me with your presence but you can leave now.” He chuckles as if me telling him to leave was the funniest thing in the world and slowly walks over to my chair, standing behind it and staring at my reflection in the mirror. The look in his eyes just screamed that he was undressing me with his eyes.

“Now is that anyway to talk to me sweet girl? I come to keep you company and you dismiss me like I'm some unwanted beggar. I'd be hurt, if I didn't know you secretly enjoyed the attention.” I put my hairbrush down and hiss, looking at his eyes in the mirror.

“I don't have any patience for your games today, Greyjoy.” He raises an eyebrow, a mock look of surprise on his face. He takes another step closer,his chest now brushing against my back as he towers over me.

“Oh, but I thought you loved my games, Stark? They seem to rile you up so much, make you all... flustered.” He leans down, his breath hot on my neck as he murmurs into my ear.

“They piss me off is what they do!” I bark, standing up quickly and backing away from the chair. He chuckles seemingly amused by my anger. He takes a step forward, and smirks.

“You know what else it does? It excites you. That look in your eyes, that flush in your cheeks…it betrays you Stark. Tells me all I need to know.” As I take a step back he takes two steps forward.

“You're trying to flatter yourself Greyjoy.” I hiss. “Oh I don't need to flatter myself, I know the effect I have on women and you are no different.” He coos, slowly reaching forward and tucking some stray hair behind my ear. “You can act all tough and dismissive all you want but deep down you like it don't you?”

“In your dreams.” I hiss. He pulls the strand of hair forward and toys with it. I didn't like his cocky attitude, the way he pranced around like he was the king of westeros and every woman has to bow to him...but I had heard rumors about all the greyjoy men and tried to ignore my curiosity.

“Oh I've had plenty dreams involving you Stark. I think you're just playing hard to get because you're afraid of how I make you feel.”

“Everytime I see you I wanna wipe that smug look off your face.” His finger moved from my hair down my cheek. His knuckle barely grazing my face.

“Oh, I have no doubt you want to do more than wipe the smirk off my face, Stark. Why do you think I keep coming to bother you like this? I enjoy seeing you all riled up and flustered...it makes me want to see what else I can do to you.” He's purring into my ear now and I stand stiff legged, as if one move could set him off.

“Fuck you.” He leans back ever so slightly, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he takes in my rigid stance. He reaches out, slowly running his hand up my arms, his touch gentle yet possessive.

“Mmm...is that an invitation, Stark? Because I'll happily accept. But I have a feeling you're all bark and no bite, Sweet girl…” I take my hand and slap him across the face, a gentle smack. Gods be damned. I hated him and yet couldn't bring myself to fully slap him across the face? He touches his cheek and slowly looks back at me with a smirk. “Feisty, I didn't expect that but, you'll have to try harder than that sweet girl.” I hit you again a bit harder this time, shoving you into the wall. He chuckles as he stumbles backwards. “Haha, I like this feisty side of you, it's very tempting.” He says before lunging forward and catching my wrist to pull me against him. I could now feel the result of his teasing as my pussy clenched around nothing. I keep my glare in place as I speak.

“Call me a bitch.” I demand.

“Thought you didn't like my games? Fine if you insist, you are a stubborn little bitch.” I shove his hand away, forcing him to release my wrist and promptly and violently grab his face and pulling him in for a kiss. His hands flew to my hips as he turned us around so that I was against the wall. His kisses were so deep and sloppy it was as if he was trying to satiate a hunger that he had developed over a course of a decade. In a way I suppose he had. I bit his lip roughly to get his attention. He gasps and when he pulls away I see a thin trickle of blood running down his chin. “Careful, or I might just throw caution to the wind and take you right here and now.” *I shove him backwards until he falls onto the bed.

“Well cmon then let's see how tiny that prick is then. You don't have the balls to take a real Noble woman to bed, all you can do is fuck whores.” I taunt. He immediately props himself up on his elbows, the intrigue obvious in his gaze.

“Mm such a dirty mouth for an honorable little lady. You're wrong, I can make you feel things you've never felt before.” I roll my eyes.

“I've heard that a million times. You're probably nothing special. That's the problem with boys paying for whores, you don't just pay for sex you pay for them to tell you all these pretty words that mean nothing.” I growl, “I bet you were the best fuck they've ever had right? Wrong.”

“Oh you're so desperate…you're practically begging for me to prove you wrong. You want me to make you shut that pretty little mouth of yours huh?” He teases, grabbing my wrist. Again I felt my pussy clench on nothing. I was now standing between his legs with his snarky smile pointed up at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. I shoved him back to lay down and fumbled with his belt.

“Do you ever shut up Greyjoy?”

“Only when my mouth is otherwise occupied dear.” I stop trying to unbuckle his belt and look at him with a wicked smirk. “What's that look for? I thought you were itching for me to shut up.” I ignore him, crawling onto the bed.

“I'm going to occupy your mouth.” I answer.

“Is that so sweet girl? Well then I'm all yours to occupy.” He tries to pull me onto his lap but I smack his hands away.

“You needy bastard.” He smirks at me and puts his hands behind his head.

“Needy? I'm not the one desperately grinding against you now am I?” Shit. I hadn't even realized I had been moving until you pointed it out.

“Shut the fuck up Greyjoy.” He moves his hands toward me again to hold my hips.

“You're extremely bossy ya know. You really should learn to be a good girl and do as you're told.” That was the final straw as he moved to hold my thighs I climbed off his lap, yanking off my panties as I stand. His eyes widen as I hike up my dress and straddle his face, his tongue immediately darts out to taste me, moaning against me. I was embarrassingly wet but now he couldn't say a word. I gently start to move with a low moan.

“Gods you're so much better when you can't talk.” I purr. He moans into me, lapping viciously at my clit, eager to prove that he is everything the rumors say he is. His hands hold a bruising grip on my thighs. I bite my lip and moan, as I look down at him. “Do you care if I get rough with you? Huh? Oh that's right you can't answer that.” I taunt. He groans angrily and I feel him nip at my inner folds. I yelp and press myself harder into him, fucking his face. “Fuck you. Bad boy. Bad fucking boy.” I scold. He nips again, harder this time and Moans into my pussy. It fucking hurt so I raise up and grab his hair roughly. “What the fuck is wrong with you Greyjoy!?” I demand.

“Nothings wrong with me dear, I was just trying to see how far I could push you and it looks like I got the desired reaction.” He said with a smirk. That smirk that fucking smirk.

“If you wanna fucking piss me off like that you might as well get the fuck out of my room because you're not fucking funny!” I yell. He simply raises his eyebrows and chuckles, gently reaching to grab my thighs again.

“Don't get your panties in a twist sweet girl, you're cute when you're angry.” I glare at him and smack him again before chuckling.

“What panties?”

“Good point.” He sighs and gently strokes my thigh “you like this don't you? Being in control, having me at your mercy?” I chuckle in response.

“You act like you've been submissive to me this whole time.” I say. He gently strokes my thighs with a smile.

“Oh I haven't been, Sweet girl. I find it amusing to let you think you're in charge. It's cute.” I roll my eyes and stand up, getting off of his lap.

“You know what Greyjoy I'm done with this.” He sits up quickly, his eyes wide in shock.

“Why? Why are you done all of a sudden you cant just leave me like this!” He says gesturing to his obvious hard on. I tsk at him and cross my arms with an exaggerated pout.

“Aw is the big lord of the Iron Islands gonna cry about it?” I tease. He scowls at me and stands up with a growl.

“No, I'm not going to cry about it. But you do owe me an explanation as to why you're suddenly done with me.” He hissed. I laugh and roll my eyes.

“You think you can just barge into my room and start acting like a cocky fucking asshole and I'm not going to stand for it!” I say angrily.

“You were enjoying yourself just a few minutes ago, don't act like you didn't enjoy anything that happened in this room. Also, I don't take orders from you.” I can feel my face heating up in anger.

“It was great until you decided to start being a brat just because I pissed you off.” He leans against the wall, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh is this what this is about? You don't like that I disobeyed you? Sounds to me like you can dish it out but you can't take it. Is that it dear?”

“You're being a fucking asshole you know that?” I snap. He simply chuckled, sighing and looking away.

“Is that all you know how to say?” He steps forward, maintaining eye contact the whole time. “You can't handle when something doesn't go your way, admit it, you're used to getting your way.” I scoff and hold my arms tighter to my chest. It was true, my twin brother Robb coddled me, Jon doted on me, and father especially never told me no. He can see the anger in my eyes, reading my non response as a reluctance to admit that he was right. He reached forward, stroking my cheek. “See you're just spoiled aren't you? Used to getting everything you want, no one's ever told you no have they pretty girl?” I don't know what to say, so I simply glare. “Come on now sweet girl, use that smart little mouth of yours. Deny I'm right. Tell me you're not used to getting everything handed to you.”

“I don't.” I try to sound firm but my voice is strained, hoarse from arousal.

“What was that? I didn't quite catch that sweet girl, you'll have to speak up.” He says, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I don't! I don't have everything handed to me.” I say, speaking up. He runs his fingers down my cheek and he lightly holds my neck, his thumb fumbling with my pulse point.

“Oh, my Sweet girl. You're lying and you know it. Come on now, just admit it. You're spoiled rotten. You're used to people giving in to your every whim.”

“Don't accuse me of lying!” I whine.

“Oh, but you are lying. You may not want to admit it, but you know it's the truth. You're a spoiled little Stark princess who's used to everyone giving in to her. Am I wrong, Sweet girl?” He takes his thumb and gently brushes my bottom lip. I take it in my mouth and suck, looking into your eyes. This takes him by surprise, and he groans. He pressed his thumb down, holding my tongue down as I keep sucking. “You little brat…” He let's me go a bit longer before pulling his thumb out of my mouth with a pop. “Look at you, so desperate and needy…”

“Why'd you stop me?” I whine. He grips my chin just a bit harder.

“Oh don't worry sweet girl I'm not done with you yet, I just want to hear you admit it. Admit that you're a spoiled little princess who's used to getting her way.”

“I'm a spoiled little bitch…please.” I whine. His grip on my chin tightened as he pressed me against the wall, causing me to gasp and whine.

“That's it sweet girl, just a bit more. Say you're a spoiled princess and I'll give you whatever you want, just say the words.”

“I'm a spoiled little bitch, I always get whatever I want because I pout and whine and act like a perfect little lady...but I'm a spoiled little whore.” He chuckles again, his hand moving from my chin to grip my throat, tilting my head back as he presses against me even harder, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in close.

“That's my good girl. Finally telling the truth. Admitting what I already knew. You think you can fool everyone with that sweet, innocent act, but I know better, don't I? I know what a little brat you really are.” I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss, he moaned into it and weaved his fingers into my hair, tugging gently to give himself a better angle. I didn't want to admit how much this turned me on, how even though I hated him, even though he got under my skin…I needed this. Needed him. He deepens the kiss, his hand pulling my head back even further, his tongue delving even deeper into my mouth. He let out a low moan against my lips, his body pressing against me, his desire for me building with every second. I break the kiss, panting heavily, and his lips move to my neck, peppering kisses along my skin.

“Gods…yes.” I sigh. His hands roam my body, caressing and teasing as he explores my skin with his lips, his kisses becoming more frantic with each passing second. He finds a particular spot on my neck that makes me gasp, and latches onto it, nipping and sucking gently before soothing it with his tongue. “Hey! You can't leave marks!” I warn, shoving his face away from my neck.

“And why not sweetheart? Afraid of someone seeing your little secret?”

“If Robb sees he'll be demanding to know who did it!” He smirks at me, his eyes roaming over my face, taking in the way my cheeks flush and my breath comes out in labored pants.

“So what if he does? Let him demand all he wants. Let him know that I'm the one leaving these marks on you. Let him know you're mine.”

“No! I don't want anyone to know.” His lips trail down my neck again, peppering me with kisses.

“Why not? Afraid it'll ruin your little reputation sweet girl? Afraid everyone will know you're not so innocent after all?” He breaks away long enough to start unlacing my dress and I arch into him, desperate for some friction, his teasing making me impossibly more needy.

“I can't keep telling everyone I hate you if they know I've fucked you.” I hiss.

“Why tell everyone you hate me? You can't hide your desire for me forever.” As every bit of skin is revealed, he kisses and licks at it. The second my breasts are revealed he licks at my sensitive nipples.

“Because you get on my nerves and you treat women like shit.”

“I never said I was a saint, sweetheart. But that's not the only reason you hate me. You hate the way I make you feel. You hate that you can't resist me. You hate how much you want me.”

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me Greyjoy?” I demand. He pulls away and sighs.

“I'll give you what you want…on one condition.”

“What?”

“Call me Lord Greyjoy.” He says smugly. I was not ready to give up my pride like that, so I scoff.

“Fuck no.” he chuckles and grabs my hips, yanking me against him.

“Oh, Sweet girl. You're such a stubborn little thing. But you're going to give in, sooner or later. And when you do, you'll say it. You'll say it, and you'll mean it.” he bites down on my shoulder, his teeth marking my skin. His hands find the edge of my dress, pushing it off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing. I feel exposed, I was entirely naked and he was fully dressed. “What's the matter? Not used to being the only one naked?” I decide then to partially swallow my pride.

“Take off your clothes Lord Greyjoy.” He smirks as I give in to his demands and strips off his shirt, followed quickly by his breeches. Women talked about Theon's size all the time and I had always wondered if it was true. People talked about Theon's uncles as well so the whole family was apparently blessed by their ‘Drowned God’. I decided to keep my demeanor and hum. “No underwear? Really?”

“What? Has the princess never been with a man who doesn't wear small clothes?” I can only shake my head as I lie down on the bed. He follows closely behind, crawling up between my legs, stroking my thighs as he goes. “You're gorgeous, you know that?”

“What?” I ask breathlessly. Surely I hadn't heard him correctly. A genuine compliment from Theon Greyjoy of all men? He chuckles and continues to stroke my thighs.

“You heard me sweet girl. You're beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Any man would be a fool not to see it.” After every compliment he gave he kissed my stomach. Making me blush. Did I really hate him? This wasn't the same Theon Greyjoy that I loathed in the daylight, this was like the Theon I used to be friends with growing up. I had started hating him once he lost his virginity and grew cocky and arrogant but this was different. Even as he makes his way up my body his kisses were soft, meaningful. Then suddenly he was there, his face inches from mine and I try to speak but the words won't come out so I press my lips to his. He kisses back passionately and only pulls away for a moment. “You're so perfect.” If it were possible I could've came right then and there. I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips, his girthy cock, prodding at my soaked hole.

“Please…tell me you mean it, tell me it's not just sex talk.” He looks at me with a soft expression and tucks my hair behind my ear.

“It's not just sex talk, you are perfect. I mean that.” As he says that, he Pushes forward, sheathing himself as far in as he could get and I gasp, wincing. I felt stretched, I had been with other men before but all of them were average sized, none as long or as girthy as Theon. He realizes my discomfort. “Are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“I just need to get adjusted.” I assure him with a whine.

“Ok…I'll go slow, no rush just relax and let me take care of you.” He moves, gentle and slow thrusts making sure to get the angle right as he places a hand under my back, forcing me to arch. He immediately finds the sweet spot and I throw my head back.

“Theon…yes gods there…” He leans down to kiss my neck gently, burying his face in my hair.

“You're doing good, you're doing so good.” He praises. I respond with my own praises.

“You feel so good, fucking me so good. Hitting all the right spots.” I coo. He speeds up a bit, realizing that I was adjusted to his size, falling into a smooth rhythm. He pulls me into a deeper arch, looking me in the eyes.

“You like that sweetheart? Like how it feels?” I nod frantically.

“Uhuh…feels so good Theon.”

“You feel good…so good. I want to hear you say my name…scream my name.” He pants. I reach up, grabbing his arm.

“Faster…go faster.” I beg, his hips stutter almost as if he didn't believe what he heard.

“Faster? You want it harder too sweetheart?”

“Uhuh…please Lord Greyjoy!” I cry, playing into his need to hear his title. He grips my hip with that hand not poised on the small of my back as he speeds up, slamming into me. I could tell he was barely holding back from letting his mind go blank and pounding savagely into my soaked cunt.

“You like that sweetheart? You like it when I give you what you want?” his hips slammed into mine bruisingly. I grip his arms, my nails digging in.

“Please Theon…more…I can take it.” He groans at the sound of my pleading and finally let's go, absolutely slamming into me, the lewd squelching noises of my wet pussy being one of the many sounds that filled the room. My hip would surely be bruised in the morning with how tightly he was gripping it. He didn't care, and at this point neither did I. I let a scream tear from my throat. “Theon! Oh yes oh gods yes!”

“Good girl, taking me so nicely…” He purred. “Gods if you could see what I'm seeing right now. You're dripping out onto my cock princess.” I bite my lip and groan just thinking of the sight of my stretched pussy taking his cock, with it covered in thick white cum. I could feel the pressure building in my belly and I knew I was close. I bit my lip and whined.

“Theon…I'm close.” I warned.

“You're close? You gonna come for me?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yes, Theon…Theon please. Tell me I can.” I beg. He smirks and leans forward to kiss my neck.

“Come for me sweetheart. Come for me.” He commands. He growls as my pussy clenches around his cock. “Fuck…princess I'm gonna come too.” He warns. I'm too busy screaming his name to worry about the repercussions as my back arches off the bed and I wildly thrust my hips up to meet his thrusts. I shivered and sobbed as the orgasm came crashing down over me, my pussy desperately clenching and milking Theon for every drop he had. I couldn't make myself care that he had spilled his seed inside of me all I cared about was that it was the best orgasm of my life. He rolls off and looks at me with a tired but self satisfied look on his face.

“That was…I um…” I search for the words but he cuts me off.

“Great wasn't it?” I look at him and smile, rolling onto my side as he pulls me to his chest.

“It was the best orgasm I've had in my life.” I admit. He chuckles and strokes my back.

“I guess I'm just that good aren't I?” He teases, I pull back just enough to hit him on the chest.

“I hate you Theon Greyjoy.” He simply smiles, tugging me back into his chest and placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“No you don't. You love me, you always have. Even when you were pretending you didn't.” I didn't say a word. I didn't have to. I simply buried my head into his chest to cuddle and he held me tighter against him with a sigh. I guess he was right all along. I loved him.

❝ ONLY A FOOL FOR YOU ❞ — ꒰ zen’in naoya ꒱

summary — after a nasty break up, you decide the best way to get over somebody is by getting under someone else.

OR — zen’in naoya is a rebound (and he's big mad about it) | wc — 6.5k

content/tw — SMUT, fuckboy!naoya, yandere!naoya, fem!reader, shy reader, introvert reader, pet names (sweetheart, 'adjective' girl, etc.), canon divergence: modern au, pwp, nsfw, size kink, degradation kink (it's naoya), praise kink, masochism, dacryphilia, impact play, chivalrous themes (or misogyny!), possessive behavior, haters to lovers (literally), oral fixation, gagging (a lot of gagging idc), anal play, squirting, creampie, a li’l bit of voyeurism, cum eating, threw in a stray daddy kink bc i am who i am — idc man this is just filth w a thin plot + greenhair!naoya supremecy!!!

a/n — honestly, this is really just me being horny on main for my no. 1 piece of shit, problematic fave (aka my actual husband) yw ♡ lmk what you think!!! comments & reblogs would be gr8 feedback ✧ ˚ · .

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B—ZZZ, (b—zzz, b—zzz).

You gasp, head thrown back, a sharp pain tugging at your scalp that quickly bleeds into the spine-tingling pleasure you're already neck deep in, intensifying it. Your trembling hand pauses in its reach for your vibrating phone — to decline the call, choosing instead to clutch desperately at the wrinkled sheets below in search of something to ground yourself to as your senses are overwhelmed.

The heavy hand pressing down on your spine, right between stiff shoulder blades, bars you from raising up. That large palm with your hair wound tightly around it is a heady reminder of where you are— 

B—ZZZ, (b—zzz, b—zzz).

What you're doing. 

Who you're with.

B—ZZZ, (b—zzz, b—zzz).

A particularly deep thrust has the thick cock sliding into you roughly pounding at your cervix, and you keen at the feel. It's a pleasurable pain that you're gagging for now, but you know you'll be nauseated by the deep ache the sure-to-be-bruised barrier will house as a lingering reminder of your choices later.

A sigh of relief is punched out of your lungs, breaths stilted and short — you're getting light-headed without a proper moment of respite to just breathe, with the aggressive backshots you're taking when your phone stops buzzing, the caller finally giving up. 

The strong arm banded under your hips, keeping your shaking legs propped up — making sure you're presented just the way he likes: face down, ass up — flexes and suddenly your lower body's being lifted higher, forcing you to angle your back into a deeper arch for him. 

With your breasts and shoulders pinned to the bed, and your bent knees dangling several inches above the mattress, you have no choice but to let the big brute have his way with you. 

He won't leave you hanging, high and dry. No, he's intent on wringing you out, milking you for all you're worth until he's had more than his fill.

He's already made that clear if the spreading wet patch on the sheets wasn't indication enough. The way he'd had your thighs clenching around his head earlier was a pleasant surprise, the cool metal of his ear piercings on your bare skin a dizzying reminder that he wasn't the man calling your phone.

He'd seemed the selfish in bed type, when you'd spotted him staring without shame at the bar — deep green hair slicked back to show off sharp eyes, heavy chain glinting around his thick neck, and a smug look that said he knew he was a gift to humankind. 

The type of guy that got off in that way that left women feeling used and deeply unsatisfied, maybe even dirty. The kind to be chasing his own pleasure with a single-minded focus. 

His personality also left much to be desired when he'd approached you, but he was an annoyingly pretty face that dressed well — something you could work with when he wasn't talking and fucking up the vibes. 

It didn't take a genius to figure out he had to be just as easy on the eyes underneath all the thin layers of expensive, fitted clothes.

As you hurtle towards another mind-numbing orgasm while he's yet to have his first— 

Well...

That blatant fact alone has you idly reconsidering some prior misconceptions in between stuttered breaths and gasping moans.

You've been wrong about a lot of things in life, lately. 

The ringing starts back up, constant and unrelenting — like the large body towering over yours.

B—ZZZ (b—zzz, b—zzz).

"Answer," his low voice growls into your ear, broad, sweaty chest bowed over your back as sinful hips swirl tightly against the plush swell of your ass. A nip to one of your own ear piercings has you yelping, his sharp teeth tugging the jewelry before rough lips are pressing to your jaw in an open-mouthed kiss — wet and sloppy, just like the heat between your legs. "Tell him you're busy—"

B—ZZZ (b—zzz, b—zzz).

You're vaguely aware that you're babbling, eyes scrunched shut and brows furrowed in dumbstruck bliss, as he bullies your poor little cunt with his fat cock, brutal thrusts, and unrelenting pace. 

B—ZZZ (b—zzz, b—zzz).

You hadn't realized what you were saying, didn't know you were saying anything at all — nothing that could be understood, at least (or so your hazy mind thought) — until a harsh smack to your flank has you crying out in surprise, legs kicking in the air and taut arms scrambling to try to escape the searing sting. 

He keeps you pinned firmly in place, lower body lifted just high enough that he is your only true grounding source, with strong hands and even stronger arms on your body. 

You'd told him no. 

Repeatedly. 

He didn't like being told 'no', and especially not by you.

B—ZZZ (b—zzz, b—zzz).

"Tell him or I will," Naoya hisses, sharp teeth biting at your cheek, before leaning back on his knees, resting on his heels as his narrow hips and muscular thighs flex behind you — working himself deeper and deeper inside your slippery warmth, as if he hadn't already burrowed several layers under your skin with the first mind-shattering orgasm he'd given you much earlier in the night.

B—ZZZ (b—zzz, b—zzz).

You blindly reach, heated face pressed into his bedsheets to muffle your bliss-filled sobs — soaking in his masculine scent, drowning in him him him. You tap recklessly at your phone with shaky little clicks of your manicured nails against the screen until you hear a harsh intake of breath as you bring the device up to your ear.

You and the caller speak at the same time:

"—inally. You there, babygirl?"

"H-heh—ello?"

There's a sigh that sounds undeservingly relieved on the other end, and you hear the rustling of fabric in one ear and the depraved sounds of your slick and bare skin meeting Naoya's in the other. You choke back a moan when he slowly grinds his pelvis against your ass again, hips angled just right where his tip catches against that spot—

"—iss you, babe—"

"S—S’toru," you stutter, trying to tamp down the sound of your building ecstasy and push the less-appealing exasperation you feel at this happening when you're so close to another orgasm into your voice. 

You only succeed in sounding winded, the syllables of his name slurring together as Naoya releases you from his domineering hold — pulling all the way out (you ignore his amused huff at the protesting whine you have to muffle into his mattress with warm cheeks and wet lashes) and lunging forward to grab you by the waist and thigh. 

He flips you flat onto your back in an easy and rapid, fluid movement that leaves you staring, dazed and a little light-headed at the sudden change, up at his ceiling.

"You... ’kay?" Satoru asks, genuinely concerned, though his voice is thick and slow in a way that reminds you of syrup. He's been drinking. Of course he has. He wouldn't be calling you at such a late hour, otherwise. 

Not now, at least.

"Mm—hah!" you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes glossy as you stare up at Naoya in a silent plea for mercy. He declines with a dark brow raised at you before continuing his ministrations. "Mmhm."

"—hat's good. I'm... I'm glad."

Naoya's smug as he looks down his nose at you. His narrow eyes command your attention, pink lips tilted up at one corner at how well you obey, as he rubs the leaky head of his thick, ruddy cock against your clit. He's teasing you, dipping just the tip into your weeping cunt with every pass up and down your soaked folds.

The brief shallow stretch and that awful accompanying emptiness is already driving you crazy, but when he massages his sticky pre into your puffy clit — applies it right from the source — immediately after? Again and again?

You might actually have to be institutionalized.

It's taking everything in you to silence your moans and whimpers while your ex is drunkenly rambling on the other end of the call you were forced to answer. He'd be pissed if he knew. You'd never hear the end of it even though he was the one that cheated.

"I... I really miss you, baby. I know you don't want to hear it—"

Naoya gives your poor, overstimulated bundle of nerves a brief respite as he fists himself with a few quick, tight pumps to redistribute your combined fluids on his skin. 

It's a short-lived mercy, and you choke on air when he suddenly slaps his length against your cunt. He's so mean, making sure your clit takes the brunt of the impact — the swollen little nub throbbing as your damp thighs try to snap shut, but his own broad legs are keeping you spread wide open for him.

He can't help the low chuckle that escapes when you go doe-eyed at the hot, pulsating sensation of pleasure-pain coursing through your body along with your rushing blood, a forearm thrown across your flushed face as you muffle your tiny yelp into your skin.

"—am so sorry. I made a mistake. I want you back. I need—"

Your breathing hitches as Naoya furiously rubs his angry red tip against your aching clit. You can feel the slick sliding from your hole, feel where it pools beneath your ass in the growing wet patch on his expensive, wrinkled sheets. You'd be shocked if you hadn't already soaked through to his mattress.

"—wanna try again, babygirl. Please, I can't lose y—"

Naoya's lazy smirk and the slow appraisal of his eyes as they travel from your flustered expression down the length of your body — locking on to where he's coating you in his arousal as much as you are him — sends another rush of searing heat through you. 

You can't help the desperate 'please' you let out when Naoya dips into your cunt again, teasing your little hole with the promise of being split open and stretched wide wide wide on his thick—

"Yeah?" Both men breathe, one laced with surprise and the other arrogance. You don't know how to feel when the sound of their voices combined nearly has you creaming on the tip of Naoya's dick.

"Y-you'd like that?"

"You like that?"

You nod at Naoya, willing him on silently. He doesn't like that. He lets you know, loud and clear, by the way he slaps his cock against your poor little pussy again and again and again — not stopping even when your small hand shoots down between your bodies, clutching at his wrist desperately as a choked sob escapes your lips.

"Shhh—don't cry, baby. I—I'm happy, too—so ha—"

"Heh, ya cryin’?" Naoya sneers, lips curling back as he rubs his tip along your clit and slaps his cock against your cunt — rubs and slaps, rubs and slaps— "That mouth workin’ or do I need to fix it for you, hm?"

Satoru's too busy bawling and thanking you profusely (for what?) on the other line to notice another man's voice on your end.

Your pretty nails dig into the tendons along his wrist, sure to leave battle wounds he'll wear proudly (a sign of another fight won), as you take your eyes off him to glance at your phone. You're trying to mute the call when a large hand grips your chin roughly, forcing your eyes back onto Naoya's unamused face. 

He keeps your gazes locked as you feel his cock-head prod at your entrance — you can feel the corded muscles of his thighs flexing where he has your own soft legs spread on top of them — and you whine at the stretch of him sinking in, but it's not enough when he stops at just the tip. 

You try to roll your hips, using his broad thighs as leverage to grind down onto him, but he's quick to pin your lower body down with his free hand — the grip on your jaw tightening as he tuts his tongue at you. 

His deep voice is pitched low when he speaks, and you know he can feel the way your pussy clenches at the sound of it by the way he pauses — pink tongue darting out to lick at his lips before that lopsided smirk tugs at them. 

"Aht, aht—use your words, sweetheart."

Naoya takes the phone from your hand, that lazy smirk bleeding into a snide grin as he sees the call's still connected, and carelessly tosses it behind him where it lands somewhere near the foot of the bed.

Far enough away to not bother him, but still plenty close for the dumbass on the other line to get the hint.

He tries again. "Words, angel. This little cunt's not gonna fuck itself."

"It coul—AH!"

He chuckles as your spread legs kick out around him the moment he bottoms out in one mean, deep thrust. He cups a hand behind his pierced ear, tilting his head as he mocks you. "’m sorry, what was that?"

"F-fuck," you whimper, chest heaving as your eyes water. You're so full, you can feel him — like he's in your throat, he's so deep. He could choke you like this, you think. It'd be a noble way to go. Death by dick.

A manic sort of look passes over his face as he eyes where you're connected, big hand pinning you by the hip now sliding across your soft skin until he's pressing on the outline of his cock buried deep — very much visible with how he's got your body angled up for him. 

"Takin’ me so well—" he glides out of you, barely has the head kissing your entrance, before snapping his hips forward — sweat-slick skin on skin clapping — with his heavy palm never straying from where it rests on top of your womb. He grunts as he bottoms out, grinds up into you, cock nudging his hand while his fingers try to grip himself through your pliant flesh.

"The last guy never fucked you like this, huh? Didn't reach this deep?"

Sparkling tears stream down your face as you sob out your pleasure, empty little head shaking side to side as you babble — mostly incoherent nothings: s-so good, moremoremore, pl—ease! — but it's the breathless 'n-no, n–nev—never!' that he chokes out of you with a mean push down on your bulging lower abdomen as he's buried deep, tip banging on your cervix, that has him smiling like he's just happy to be here.

"Daddy knows," he soothes, rough hands groping and sliding all over your body until they're grabbing at the juncture of your knees — broad chest pressing tight against the backs of your thighs as he pushes forward, leaning his full weight onto you while shoving your legs up to rest by your ears in one motion. 

Naoya has you neatly folded, your pretty eyes rolling back when you're unable to do anything except take, and oh does he give. 

He moans right in your face with cruel satisfaction at how your sweet little cunt's sucking him in. The lewd squelching as your arousal grows at being manhandled and fucked dumb like it's nothing is such a tell, and you don't even know it. 

Your small hands are covering your face, trying to hide the deep blush spanning cheek to cheek and the obscene expressions his cock's ripping from you. Your muffled voice begs sweetly for him — so polite, too, with 'please' slipping off your tongue so easily; it must be your mantra.

You're soaking wet, flooding his thighs all the way down to his sheets with every deep push in and every slow pull out. It's all for him. Just for him. His lips curl back as he taunts you (because he's still Naoya, after all):

"Poor baby, gonna fuck you right. Don't worry. A real man's gotcha."

────✧.*

"H—hah—arder!"

Naoya pauses, a single brow cocked high, before he swings his hand forward again — warm palm aiming for that exact same spot on your ass he's been slapping relentlessly for the last few minutes now. He licks his lips, smirking at how you squeal in pain yet you keep pushing your hips back into his hand like you can't get enough.

"Harder," you whine again, a little desperate as you shift on your knees — wiggling your ass up up up at him until he has a good view of your empty little hole dripping for him, from him. "Pl—ease, f–fuck."

He obliges, what a lady thinks she wants she should get and all, with another heavy hand against your red cheek — the skin hot to the touch from the blood-rush. He's rewarded with a wanton moan sucked into your lungs.

There's already the beginnings of a bruise, in the shape of his large handprint outlined in red, forming on your tender skin.

You'll be sore for days — reminded of him anytime you sit — maybe even weeks while the bruises take their time (slow like syrup) to heal. 

Naoya swears low, almost breathless, as he watches your spasming hole push your cream out. All that just from some slaps. It makes him giddy. He catches it with the flushed tip of his throbbing cock, doesn't let even a drop go to waste when he smears it all over your puffy pussy like he's painting a pretty picture — one only he can see. 

"What a slut," he breathes, the insult nearly reverent, lining himself back up with your tight entrance, narrow eyes glued to the way your lips stretch to accommodate the wide girth of him. "Getting off on havin’ your ass all bruised up like a little whore. That what you are, huh? Whore." 

You mewl into your forearms, shaking your head side to side in vacant protest at how mean he sounds — mind blank of anything but pleasure-pain, pleasure-pain, pleasure-pain—

CRACK!

You gasp, fingers scrambling to grip the pillow ahead of you — burying your face deep — to muffle your shrill scream as Naoya begins treating your other cheek to the same, brutal smacks that has its twin aching. 

You can't help but to press back into him, riding that wave of mindless bliss with a bite, sliding your cunt further down onto his dick until he's plugging you up — balls deep — your little whines breathless and choked as he continues his assault on your soft body. 

For every stinging impact, your body jolts forward — tight walls dragging up the long length of him, stuttering in morse code around his firm heat. 

If you were more lucid, you would have noticed the way he twitches inside of you every time your walls pulsed — as if it were trying to send a message back.

For every diffusing swipe of his warm palm on your burning skin, you press backwards — the arch of your delicate spine more prominent as you bounce along his dick, drooling little pussy swallowing him up whole. 

The greedy way you fuck yourself back onto him has Naoya biting his bottom lip to keep steady when all he feels is you — your soft skin, your slippery wet warmth, the way you body gives while his takes. It has his head spinning, dizzy with lust and want.

"F—UCK," Naoya groans, deep voice rattling, head thrown back — jaw slack, as he grinds his hips flush against your fever-warm cheeks, cock digging deep to hit that spot that has you squealing out for him punctuated with breathless giggles — so stupid from how good he's fucking you. 

He hits that same spot over and over and over again, your hitching cries spurring him on like music to his ears. "T-take it—j-just like that—HAH, fuck. Fuck. Y’look so good like this."

He grips your bruised ass, using his red handprints as a guide, and spreads you open — sharp eyes glazing as he watches the way his cock grows creamier, whiter at the base, with every harsh thrust into your puffy cunt. 

He licks his lips, eyes flickering up a fraction to your puckered little hole — a feral grin forming at how lonely it looks, empty and wanting. 

It winks up at him — tiny thing just asking for it, he swears.

He shifts a hand along your plush ass, thumbing at where the two of you are connected in a lewd display — moaning at the feel of his firm length splitting your pliant little body open, collecting your combined fluids with back and forth swipes along your stuffed seam until his thumb is positively dripping.

He hums, the growing pitch of your little whines, soft giggles, and breathless moans egging him on, and he keeps your cheeks spread wide as he rubs his coated thumb along your tight little ring. You suck in a sharp breath, puckered hole spasming at the sudden attention, and he gives you no time to protest as he presses the tip of his biggest, thickest finger against your rim until it yields — working more in until he's got it notched deep, down to the knuckle. 

That's all it takes, really, to have you creaming his cock — tight little walls clenching around him until it gets a touch too snug for him to move properly. 

He settles for grinding his hips in a tight seal against yours, swirling his dick around and churning your insides until you're a babbling, drooling mess under him at the overstimulation as he makes you ride out your orgasm with more pleasure. 

You'd said harder, begged for more (even said please), and who was he to deny a woman? He was a gentleman, after all. Raised proper. 

He uses his thumb in your ass and his cock in your cunt to keep your hips propped up, hunching over you to shove two fingers deep into your open mouth — laughing meanly when you gag on your moan as he tries to reach down your throat. 

He noses along your neck and jawline, humming in contentment when your spit-slick lips wrap around his thick fingers — little tongue curling around them as your cheeks hollow out on a suck.

"Good girl," Naoya coos, and then he's the one choking — a low swear stuck in his throat — at how your still-spasming pussy and ass clench tightly around him at the praise. 

He breaks the seal of your lips, grinning at the amount of spit already leaking out and down your chin, to hook your jaw below your tongue. He hisses as he rises back up, tall on his knees as his hips and thighs flex. 

His fingers are occupying every hole his dick can't, and it's still not enough for him.

Naoya drags you up by the mouth, narrow shoulders against his pecs as you keep that delicious arch for him — poor thing still trying to run from the pleasure you were begging for earlier. He shifts the thumb in your puckered hole, swiveling it around until he can get a better grasp on your ass cheek. 

He uses that new grip to pull you further onto his cock, long fingers pushing down your throat to gag you when you scream and try to scramble off of him as his cock-head nudges deep deep deep—

"Gonna gush on my cock, too, pretty thing?" His voice is gruff, breath warm against the cool metal of your ear piercings. You can't answer with the way he fucks the very breath you need out of your lungs with each slow, deep thrust upwards. "Wanna wash all that cream down these heavy balls, huh? You gonna clean me up after I fill you full, little girl?"

You gag yourself on his fingers as you try to nod your head eagerly, tears spilling down your face as he tickles the back of your throat, drool dripping from your chin and down to your bite mark covered tits. 

"Mmph—mm–mmhm!" is the best you can give him.

He'll take it.

And your womb.

He hooks his fingers under your tongue again, letting your gasping, broken cries ring out into his bedroom as he pummels your pussy with reckless abandon. He wiggles his thumb every now and then for good measure; he doesn't want you forgetting that he's everywhere inside of you right now. He feels his balls tighten and he grunts, sharp teeth biting down on the juncture of your neck as he presses in deep one last time—

"O-oh! Oh f-f—uck!" You squeal as your thighs shake violently, spread wide around his own, his hips grinding up into you as he cums inside — cock pressing hard and deep into that one spot that has your vision whiting out as you gush around him, soaking his lap and the sheets directly below.

"Good girl," Naoya praises, voice deep on a groan, head tossed back.

Your own head falls back along his sternum as breathless, satisfied giggles spill from your lips, basking in the buzzing afterglow of such an intense orgasm, before you're back to sucking languidly around his long fingers until he pulls them free. 

You don't have time to whine at the loss when he's nudging your chin up to catch your mouth with his own.

It's a wet and messy kiss, lips moving and tongues lapping until you're gasping for air — tugging his hungry mouth away from yours with a harsh yank of his hair. He hums, licking his lips, eyes hooded low and cheeks flushed as he looks down at you. 

He maintains eye contact as he slowly pulls his thumb free, kissing the furrow of your brows as you wince at the sting and sudden emptiness. He kneads your tender ass, as if in apology, before pressing you forward with a hand between your shoulders. You gasp when he pulls out, still half-hard, at the rush of fluid leaking from your stretched hole.

He tsks, spit-soaked fingers swiping along your drenched folds to scoop his cum — rough pads shoving it all back deep inside of your warmth in a way that has you breathless and feeling hot all over again. He doesn't stop until he's satisfied, patting your glazed, swollen cunt softly once he's done. 

Curious as to what he'll do next, you tip your head over your shoulder just in time to watch him suck his fingers clean, tongue lapping between the webbing to catch what wouldn't fit in his mouth.

You swear weakly, doe eyes glossy, at the sight. He smirks, wiggling the two glistening fingers at you in a little wave.

"Don't be jealous, I have something else for you t’ suck on."

The way his muscular arm draws your eyes — bulging bicep flexing, forearms vascular with such an intense pump — to where his hand grips at the wide base of his cock coated in your cream and his seed has you swallowing down the pool of saliva in your mouth. 

He beckons with those same two fingers crooking at you, eyes heavy with satisfaction.

"Come clean daddy up."

You're quick to listen, shuffling around in a tangle of lethargic limbs and damp sheets to crawl over and rest between his knees. He laughs at your eagerness, smoothing your sweat-damp hair away from your face, collecting it all into a nice tail to grip in one hand.

He hisses, a bit sensitive but enjoying himself nontheless, as you kitten lick at his slit — collecting most of the mess with a curl of your little tongue around his tip. 

Your lips wrap around him — just the tip, of course (you're a mean one, too) — and you suck his head clean, only popping off with a wet sound once it's shiny with your spit.

You hum in delight, small fist pumping along his re-inflated shaft, at the sinful taste of your combined orgasms, an idle part of you thinking how you could easily get used to the salty sweet tang. 

You lick a thick stripe clean from the base of his length up to the tip, following the pulsing vein all the way, and playfully show Naoya your cum-coated tongue before you swallow it down. 

His clenched jaw drops with a deep groan, hand full of hair tugging your head back — narrow eyes flaring as you moan at the sting on your scalp, glassy eyes slipping shut as you savor—

Your eyes snap open in surprise when he spits into your open mouth, warm and wet, with no warning. 

Your lips snap shut, throat constricting on a swallow out of instinct, before he can even command it. 

That seems to please him because he hums, low and almost like a big cat purring, with a stupid, self-satisfied smile on his pink face. The hand holding your hair tightens as his cock bobs, abs flexing, in a dead giveaway to how much he had liked that.

You're about to suck him down when something catches your attention, a small frown tugging at your lips as you glance over towards the foot of the bed. 

Your phone's laying in the tangle of sheets, black screen up. There's a persistent hum, like a bug flying around your head, that sounds loud in the sudden quiet.

Your skin prickles with uneasy awareness though your mind's much too fucked out to focus on what that might mean. 

Were you actually hearing your ex's voice or were you just having auditory hallucinations from the lack of blood-flow to your brain? 

You're not all that sure, and you can't really bring yourself to care too much either when you've got such a pretty cock standing at full mast, waiting to be laved clean with your naughty little mouth right in front of you.

Taking Satoru's call while Naoya was working himself balls deep into you had been risky, but you'd made it to the other side with multiple screaming orgasms, shaking legs and eyes wet with tears of pure bliss — a simple, novel shift in your life that has you grateful for the man before you, even if he was a jackass.

(All Satoru made you do these days was cry sad tears. No orgasms to compensate.)

The least you can do is thank the man that made it all possible to see the light at the end of the tunnel again, and what better way than the one he asked for?

Naoya notices where your attention has shifted to and scowls, handful of hair tugging you back to reality — back to him — with a sharp pull.

"Let daddy see what that mouth can do," he coaxes, guiding your head back to his neglected length with sudden urgency. He has your face nearly pressed against where your combined spend has been slowly dripping down to his balls. 

You smile to yourself at the needy tone lacing his words, how his deep voice strains with want. He's been so good to you, giving you everything you asked for and more. It's about time you reciprocate.

Naoya chokes, hand dropping the length of your hair to roughly grip at your scalp, pushing you down further as you lap up the thickening fluid on his heavy balls. He swears when you suck one into your mouth, tongue massaging it as your lips keep it hostage. 

You alternate, cleaning the other one until you're just playing with them for fun while your small hands work in tandem — one stroking along his length and one fondling the twin that isn't in your mouth.

"Fuck—f–fuck, that's... good. Feels s’go—od."

The way you hum happily around his sac, starry little doe eyes looking up at the pinched expression on his face — his brows furrowed, mouth gone slack, sharp eyes squeezed shut — has a broken keen coming out of him.

His dick's pulsing in your hand with every twisting stroke, and you know Naoya's close to busting again with the way his balls have started to tighten with your attention. 

He might like edging himself, you think, when he yanks you up by the hair to press a filthy kiss against your swollen lips — tongue shoving in to tangle with yours when your mouth parts on a startled gasp. 

Naoya moans into the kiss at the taste of you both on your tongue, and he doesn't pull away until you're both light-headed and panting. A long, shiny string of spit connects you until his tongue lashes out and snaps it, grinning down at you after swallowing what he caught.

"Gonna let me fuck that throat or what?"

He drags you along with him, arm hooking you by the waist, up to the top of the bed where he reclines against the headboard. Naoya's muscular legs are spread lazily for you — so you can slot yourself in close — offering you ample room to work with and make yourself comfortable. 

His cock stands proud, thick and flushed — the fat tip glossy with pre oozing out in anticipation. It bobs, briefly slapping up against his stomach, as you slowly crawl on all fours towards him looking dazed yet determined — all heart eyes as you focus on the way his tip glistens in the dim light.

You kneel before Naoya like you're at an altar, bowing your head low to lap at his gooey slit, the beginning of your prayer to him.

Naoya eyes your phone with a cheshire smile while you choke down his length, his big thumb brushing the pretty little tears from your lash line as he coos down at you — his gentle tone contrasting his crude choice of words:

"Such a hungry little slut, aren't you? ’s a good thing daddy's got so much t’ feed you, huh."

He knows it's only a matter of time before you notice the screaming that's starting to filter through the receiver as the man's volume increases. 

He tangles his long, thick fingers into your hair — holding your head still as he fucks up into your mouth in a move that has you gagging violently, your throat constricting around his cock in a way that has him sucking in air through his teeth.

"Greedy baby," he jeers when he tries to drag you up, but you whine in protest. Your flushed cheeks hollow on a vicious suck that keeps your glossy, swollen lips wrapped tightly around the width of him. "Can't even go a second without this fat cock in one of your holes."

"WHO THE FU—" 

Naoya's chuckle drowns out Satoru's tinny swears, the sheer volume of his yelling blowing out your phone's speakers. The sound of an incoming video call fills the room alongside your gagging and slurping as Naoya fucks himself deep into your throat.

"Answer the fucking call," Satoru snarls.

Your vision is hazy, distorted by the tears in your eyes as you continue to gag and swallow around the thick cock in your mouth, drool dripping out and down your chin. You still try to reach for your phone where it's been tossed aside, clear across the king-sized bed, with the intent to decline and end the prolonged call altogether.

But then Naoya leans over — the long length of his body and arms easily reaching it before you can, and you choke as his other hand meanly shoves your head back down as he thrusts into your mouth while the sound of the video call connecting joins your gagging.

Satoru balks at the smug grin and marked up broad chest that fills the screen, his face crowded so close to his own phone's screen that all that shows are his wide, bloodshot blue eyes and part of his forehead. There's a pulsing vein visible just above his brows.

"Who the fuck are you, and where the fuck is my girl—?!" 

Naoya tosses his head back as he hisses out a mixture between a groan and laugh. Your wide-eyed panic has your throat clenching around his cock, and he can't say he hates it. 

Gojo Satoru's bitching as he face-fucks you only makes it better.

An idea comes to him, completely ignoring the way Gojo's threatening to beat his ass, and it takes only seconds for him to follow through — flipping the camera's view to you.

He watches as the man's face falls, goes slack-jawed, at the sight of your sweet, glossy lips stretched wide around the base of his fat cock — cute little nose pressed against his trimmed pubes — with tears in your eyes as his large hand helps you bob up and down the long length of him. You're drooling and gagging, a pretty little mess, and it's all for him. 

"This your girl?" Naoya taunts, wrapping his fist in your hair before pulling you off of his cock entirely. You whine, mouthing at his shiny, spit-coated tip, looking up at him in a way that's utterly depraved. 

Your eyes are wide, all pretty color and blown out pupils with lashes spiked with tears, but they're glazed over in a way that says nobody's home — too fucked out from his cock, and eager to please in return.

He makes a show of how desperate you are to lap at his sloppy dick and heavy balls again, tugging you further back by the hair. 

Gojo's silent in his rage, camera shaking as he seethes. 

Naoya lets your hair fall loose from his fist, and it's nearly instantaneous — how you swallow him back down to the hilt, gagging yourself and drooling like a baby, but never giving up.

That's all it takes, really. That, and the way your throat clenches as you hum in contentment when Naoya reaches a hand down to pet at the nape of your neck — rough fingers scratching at the base of your skull — has him swearing as he shoots his load down your throat. 

"F—UCK, that's it—drink up, angel."

You try your best, wanting him to praise you more — to call you more pretty names.

But there's more than you anticipated, though, as your lips slide up his length. The viscous substance chokes you as it fills your mouth. You pop off of him with a lewd, wet sound, and he glances at the absolutely revolted look on Gojo's face when you open your mouth to show Naoya all of his cum laying thick and white on your tongue.

He taps a long finger against your chin in silent command, and your glistening eyes crinkle shut as you happily oblige, stray tears glittering down an abstract path along your flushed cheeks. 

You swallow it all down, sticking your naughty little tongue out — clean and pink — as you playfully go 'ahhh' to show him how well you listened.

"Heh," Naoya flips the camera back to show his face. He didn't think it was possible for the man to look even more upset as he was met with an unmistakable Zen’in. "I think you mean our girl."