Milk, Honey, And Sugar Masterlist

Milk, Honey, and Sugar Masterlist

Eren J Masterlist

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Pairing: Yandere Eren J x reader

Total Word Count: 32.9k words

Chapter Count: 6/?

Content: College AU, Yandere content, Eventual smut, Dark content

Content Warnings: (more specific warnings on each chapter) kidnapping, stalking, slight DubCon, Stockholm syndrome, forced relationship, Yandere themes, Branding, violence, slight infantilization, drug(?) use(anti-depressant, pain-killers, allergy meds), Smut (Soft dom! eren, Marking, Heavy Petting, size diff, breeding, praise, light degradation, overstimulation, light BDSM), some angst with comfort, mostly soft eren

Series Summary: You and Eren were always close. He’s your best friend—but to him, you’re so much more. And he’d do ANYTHING to keep you safe from the dangers of the world, more specifically the dangers of other people; even if it meant keeping you all to himself and isolating you from everything you’d ever known.

Chapter list

Chapter one - Obsession (4.6k)

Eren has been with you since childhood, and you’ve always considered him one of your closest friends. He however, sees you differently. Much differently.

Chapter two - The Preparation (3.2k)

After a run-in with you at the mall, Eren is more eager than ever to put his plan into action. So the first step he takes is preparation, so that things are all ready for the your stay at his—soon to be yours as well—home.

Chapter three - Early Summer Party (3.6k)

The end of school is here, so there’s an early summer party being thrown—A perfect opportunity for Eren to follow through with his plan.

Chapter four - Home (3.5k)

You’re finally home. Right where you belong. You’re a bit confused, sure, but who wouldn’t be? Eren is there to help you settle in, even if you don’t want to at first.

Chapter five - Untrustworthy Syndrome (6.7k)

It’s been days since you woke up here, and you’ve only now been reported as missing. The basement gets lonely without Eren there. You miss your friends. You’re growing more and more reliant on Eren every day, even though you don’t want to.

Chapter six - Anger and Bargaining (11.1k)

Your first taste of freedom in almost a week turns sour, and now you’re stuck trying to pick up the broken pieces of trust and put them back together before Eren decides to keep you in the basement forever.

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Eren’s house

A sketch made of Eren’s house, the main setting where the story takes place

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starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

pairing: aemond targaryen x female!tyrell!reader

summary: aemond has only wanted two things in his life. a dragon and to marry the pretty tyrell girl, now he has both. 

warnings: smut, literally almost all smut very little plot, virginity loss, oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), creampie, breeding kink, light innocence kink, light size kink, use of pet names, blood is mentioned two (2) times, aemond has a huge cock i don’t make the rules, and breeder balls, eye patch gets taken OFF when aemond fucks his lady wife, implied jealousy, implied voyeurism (? just incase?), out of character aemond (?), i think thats all?

notes: REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG. i am a whore for a villain. aemond is so hot i love him. this is a side blog, i just didnt want to post on my main blog, im fairly rusty at writing smut, so any and all feedback will be greatly appreciated!! please interact if you see this because i think tumblr hates me:((!! title credits: call it what you want by taylor swift

word count: 5.3k

The wedding had been lovely, truly, but you think everyone could tell your heart wasn’t really in it. Few smiles reached your eyes, and you couldn’t lie that a part of you had felt slightly devasted you were being married in the Dragon Pit in the sight of the Seven, and not the Godswood in Winterfell that you’d come to love during your time in Cregan Stark’s presence many years ago.

You’d thought it was a grand wedding, perhaps too grand for the marriage of a second son, but Aemond is a Prince, so what did you know, besides that and the feeling that the Hand and Queen were trying to sway your father’s loyalty to them when King Viserys joins his late wife, perhaps even go as far as to hope for the favor of your lady mother’s family.

An extravagant weeklong event. Tourneys and hunts and beautiful dinners with lots of dancing. Many lords and ladies had come, many of your friends from childhood present and even your eldest brother. It made the evening feel less lonely for you to be in the presence of people you know so well.

You had been surprised, however, to see the Princess Rhaenyra present with her husband (uncle?) and their children. You heard often of the animosity between the two families, and you were sure she wouldn’t have come. You’d been even more surprised when she had approached you at, a smile on her pretty face.

“Lady Tyrell, you make a most beautiful bride,” She smiles fondly at you.

Aemond tensed next to you, so did the Queen when her next words left her mouth before you could even let out a proper thank you for her compliment, “Though, I must say I am disappointed that your father had not chosen my own son to be your husband. We were heavily in discussion regarding it.”

Your eyebrows furrow as your head turned over in the direction of your father who was seated to your left, “I must say, Princess, I did not know I had many suitors.”

“Why would she want to marry your Strong son, dear sister, when she had better offers?” Aemond spit the words out hatefully at the same time you try to answer her, glaring over her shoulder at the son in question. Jacaerys.

You’d met him on a few occasions, and he was a kind boy. A little closer to your age than your now husband. You didn’t think you knew him well enough to warrant any sort of affections from him, but you suppose that doesn’t matter, since you’d only met Aemond once as children before your father received the letter of the marriage offer from the Hand of the King.

“Aemond,” Alicent had hissed through gritted teeth, “this is a joyous occasion, one you had wanted so desperately. So, please, do not.”

Your now husband huffed out a bitter laugh before grabbing his cup and drowning the rest of his drink. You furrow your eyebrows at her words and look to Aemond slightly confused. He wanted to desperately marry you?

Rhaenyra ignored his comment and stayed looking at you, eyebrows having a slight furrow at your words, “You are a beautiful young woman and you come from one of the great houses, I can promise you that your father was drowning in marriage offers. But I do hope you will be happy here, with my dear brother.”

She walks away before you could say anything, tensing to stop a flinch when Aemond slammed his cup down harshly.

“That fucking cunt. How dare she come over here and say all those things. As if we did not just get married. As if your husband is not sitting right fucking next to you.” He was seething, and it honestly shocked you. You have barely even spoken to him; you really didn’t think he even liked you much.

“Aemond, you will watch your mouth in front of your wife,” Alicent spoke out, slightly baffled that he would say such things in front of you, in front of your family.

Your father is tense next to you, and you place your hand on his own and squeeze. This can’t be that bad. You can endure it.

As you look at Aemond, you can’t help but wonder if he will even be so bad. As if he can hear your thoughts, his hand moves to rest tenderly on your own.

The rest of the evening blurs together until Aegon stumbled his way over to where you were seated, “I believe we should be approaching the bedding ceremony soon, dear brother?”

And though his words had been directed at your husband, you felt his lust and drunk eyes on you. The mention of the bedding ceremony had you tense, and Aegon’s eyes don’t do anything to soothe your nerves.

“There will be no bedding ceremony.” Aemond spoke without a waver in his voice. What?

Aegon’s head snapped towards his brother, “And why the fuck not? It’s tradition.”

Aemond hummed, unamused, “I will not make a spectacle of my lady wife.” His words make your heart soften slightly

“She will not be your lady wife for long if there is no proof.” Aegon tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.

“There will be blood on my sheets come morning and a babe in her belly,” Aemond spoke as he stood up, towering over his older brother before he moved his face close enough to where no one, except you- much to your embarrassment, “though I do suppose if you are that concerned, you may stand outside my quarters and listen for the confirmation that my marriage has been consummated.”

Aemond takes your hand and pulls you from the room after that, moving quickly as if attempting not to be noticed.

“Why are we not doing the bedding ceremony? Is it not tradition? Will we not get in trouble?” Your voice is slightly panicked at the idea of getting in trouble for not doing what you are supposed to do, causing him to stop outside the door of his chambers and look at you.

“I would not feel like a very good husband if there were a bunch of old men with greedy eyes seeing your bare body before I got to see it,” He looks serious, and he sounds it as well. Though his voice lowers slightly into a possessive tone when the next words come out, “I also would not like anyone to see it after I do.”

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Large hands take the many pins out of your hair before gently starting to unknot and remove the many intricate braids the servant girls spent hours doing not long ago. It feels like a waste, makes you feel as if you are a spectacle for viewing and gawking at only.

Which you suppose you are- if you were being honest with yourself. You’d been lucky to inherit not only your mother’s beauty, but as well as the charm that all the women from your lord fathers house seem to have.

You wonder why he insisted that the handmaiden leave, from what your mother told you it was typical of them to prepare you for the upcoming moments.

Your hair is abandoned for the strings at the back of your dress once Aemond has removed all the braids. The air is cold on your back and your hands are shaking when his own move to touch your bare skin in a way that no one else has. One hand is on the nape rubbing in an almost affectionate way as the other moves to pull the extravagant gown from your body.

You didn’t think you could get anymore tense than you already were, until your wedding dress dropped from your body unceremoniously onto the cold ground.

Goosebumps cover your body as you’re fully exposed to the cold air, despite the fire going in the fireplace. His hands move to map your body, starting at your shoulders and slowly moving down to your hips.

His lips on your neck causes you to gasp in surprise, your belly warming at the feeling of not only his lips on you but his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the skin and biting back a grown when the reach your ass.

His mouth moves from your neck to your shoulders, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your skin as he makes his way down your back. You close your eyes at the unfamiliar feeling stirring inside you, a surprised gasp escaping you when a dull bite lands on your hip.

You feel his smile against your skin as he does the same to your other hip before he stands up to make his way around your body.

He stands in front of you, fully clothed still despite having taken off all of your clothing, leaving you bare for him to feast upon with his eye.

Aemond’s hands are calloused and rough, you assume from years of sword training and dragon riding, as they caress your face. His bright eye locked on yours, watching for any reactions. Thumbs trace under your eyes, over your nose, and your lips.

“Have you ever been touched this way?” His voice is quiet as his hands move down your neck towards your collarbones.

“No, my Prince,” Your voice pitches up at the end when his mouth finds your neck again, his teeth piercing your skin again.

“Not even your own hands?” His tone is serious but the smirk you feel against your skin lets you know he’s teasing.

You feel your face heat up at his implication. “No. Never.”

Aemond lets out a pleased hum at your words, soft voice stirring something primal in him.

His mouth is on yours before you can think of something else to say. His lips are a little dry, something you didn’t notice when he kissed you earlier at the wedding. One hand grips your hip as the other tangles into your hair, tugging lightly causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling, all of it is, though. You’re overwhelmed and throbbing at your core.

Can he hear your heartbeat as well as you can? It’s pounding in your ears along with a rush of heat that takes over your whole body.

His tongue coaxes yours to move against it, and you wonder if this is how it’s supposed to feel. If you’re supposed to feel this good. Are you even allowed to feel this good? Your handmaiden had told you on many occasions      that men only cared for their own pleasure, and you would be feeling a lot of pain. This didn’t feel like anything she described.

Aemond pulls his mouth from yours and looks at you with a hooded eye, pupil so blown you can’t see the blue of it. There’s a light flush on his cheeks as he looks at your swollen lips.

“You are quite beautiful, my lady.” It’s said so quietly, you wonder if it was supposed to be a secret. You’d like to know all his secrets, you think.

When you don’t respond, his mouth attaches itself to your neck. A sharp pain if him biting is followed by a light sucking as if to soothe it.

You aren’t sure where to put your hands, they’ve stayed at your side due to your shyness and uncertainty.

“Have you been with many women?” The question leaves your mouth before your mind even processes that you’ve asked it.

His mouth stops moving against your skin as your blood runs cold, shaking, and wide eyed when he pulls away to look at you.

Sharpe eye studies your features, like a lion about to eat a lamb. Or, perhaps, a dragon ready to burn a rose.

He steps back, taking your hand as he sighs and looks away from you in, shame?

“When I was thirteen, Aegon took me to a brothel. Told me it was time to get it wet,”

You grimace at his word choice, but when you see how he’s looking at you, you squeeze his hand.

“To put it lightly, my dear lady, it was not a very nice experience. I have been with very few women since,”

Shame fills you at his words, and before he can continue you speak quickly, “I am so sorry, I did not mean to push you into speaking about an event you-“

His hands are back on your face, holding your cheeks, “You are my wife.” It’s a statement, and his words come out slightly harsh, “You are entitled to every piece of me. I will tell you everything you wish to know about me,”

His kiss is full of fire this time, claiming your lips with such an intensity. His body is pressed full against yours; you can feel his toned chest through his shirt. The fabric is soft against your chest, and as if they have a mind of their own, your hands start grasping at them hem of it desperately.

“Aemond,” It’s the first time you’ve spoken his name that way, he likes the way it sounds. Desperate, needy. Maybe he just likes that it comes from you.

Aemond was nine the first time he saw you, still had both eyes back then. You’d been visiting the Keep with your father. The King wanted updates about something, Aemond didn’t know or care what it was. All he knew was that you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

You had such grace and were so kind. Helaena didn’t have many friends at court due to her fascination with insects. But you held all the creepy crawlers she held out to you, spent the day reading to her so she didn’t have to pull herself away from the bugs.

You were younger than him, but he didn’t care. He liked the way your voice sounded as you read to Helaena, how you laughed when she would whisper out name ideas for her bugs and then look to you to see if the name suited the bug, how you smiled at him when you would catch him sitting just far enough to not be seen but to hear.

You left with your father, and then a year later he heard a servant that you’d been taken to Winterfell to see how you’d pair with Cregan Stark.

After he lost his eye, he told his mother it was a fair trade, and that he’d gotten Vhagar in return, so it didn’t matter. But after he heard Rhaenyra speak of you to Daemon, of her hopes to marry you to Jace, he back tracked.

When they returned to King’s Landing from Driftmark, he told his mother he felt like he deserved to choose his future bride- and that he would want you in return for his lost eye. Truly the rest was history; she brought the request to Viserys stating that it was the least he could be given after what was taken from him.

Viserys allowed it but stated that it would have to be on your father’s terms on when and how if he agreed. It was no surprise that he did agree, though. Lord Tyrell is a proud man and agreed after a few years of discussion and persuasion.

“My lady,” Your thighs involuntarily press together at the way he says it, like he owns you; and he does.

He smirks at the way your body reacts to him just speaking, “May I touch you?”

You moan and breathe out a whine, “If you’d like,”

He pulls away from you just enough to remove the shirt from his body, and then he grabs your hands and places them on his chest.

“I’d like it if you would touch me as well,” His request comes out confident, almost like a demand. Almost everything he says causes more and more heat to flood your body and your lower stomach.

Your shy hands trace over the whole expanse of his chest, rubbing, squeezing, light scratching. Your eyes stay on his face, drinking in every reaction. The way he opens his mouth and lets out a breathy gasp, how his eye closes, and head goes back when you scratch lightly over his pectoral muscles.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you slowly move closer and place a light kiss on his neck. A quiet groan leaves his mouth in response, and you take it as encouragement to continue. A hand moves to your head, lightly holding the back of your neck in place as you suck and bite as he did to you.

You don’t register that he’s been moving you backwards until your knees hit the bed, causing you to gasp and pull away.

Both his hands are back on your face as he slowly lowers you so you’re lying flat, you go to question him when he doesn’t join you, but to your confusion he moves to his knees between your legs.

“What are you-“ The question dies on your tongue when you feel his hands move up your thighs and close to your core.

This is definitely not normal. You’ve never heard of this being part of any bedding. In a panic your hands rush to his face as it gets closer to your core, “What are you doing?”

His eye finds yours and studies your face before smirking, “Just lay back and let me make you feel good, wife.”

Before you can respond you feel his tongue on you, no- in you.

“Oh, gods.”

It’s really unlike anything you’ve ever felt, it’s nearly overwhelming. All you can feel is him. His hands on your inner thighs holding you open for him, his fingers gripping so hard they’re surely leaving bruises, his tongue, gods his tongue.

A finger lightly traces at your entrance, teasingly. The finger makes its way inside you as he sucks on your clit.

“Aemond,” He pulls away at his name leaving your mouth, eye finding you with your head back and hands clutching the bedding at your sides so tightly your knuckles are turning white.

His free hand reaches for one of your own, intertwining your fingers, eye not leaving your face as he adds another inside you, scissoring the two of them lightly while his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

“Do you feel good?” His tone is slightly cocky, but when your eyes look at his face, you see he looks slightly shy.

Before you can respond, his fingers curl inside you and you’re eyes are squeezing shut as a sharp whine leaves your mouth. He hums thoughtfully at your reaction before doing the same thing again, again, again until.

“Oh, please, please, please,” Your nails are digging into his skin, so hard it may be drawing blood, and your thighs begin shaking by his head when his mouth finds your clit again. His fingers don’t falter inside you until your voice pitches up due to the overstimulation.

You finally open your eyes and watch as he sticks the two fingers that had just been inside you into his mouth before looking at you with a smirk as he leans his head back down to lick from the bottom of your cunt back up to your clit.

Wheezing, your thighs move to close themselves as both your hands reach for his head to push him away from you.

Aemond lets out a laugh as he pulls away from your cunt and crawls up your body. Big arms cage you in as he looks at you with something akin to adoration.

“You taste so good,” He says it in such an attractive manner, you’ve never though any words like that would sound so good coming from someone’s mouth. “Would you like to try it?”

You flush at his words, embarrassment filling you before you nod shyly. His smirk deepens as he presses his mouth to yours.

You moan at the feeling of his mouth back on your own, gasping when his hands places itself on your breasts and tweaks with your nipples, and Aemond takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth when you do.

The taste is slightly sweet, slightly bitter. Tangy, would be a better word, maybe like a Dornish wine or an orange. His cock is straining in his pants as he presses himself up against your cunt, the size takes you by surprise. It feels large, much bigger than his fingers and much too big to fit inside you, but between the feeling of his hands on your breasts, the heat coming off of his bare chest where your hands dig into his shoulders, and the taste of yourself on his mouth as his tongue maps out the inside of your mouth.

A surge of boldness fills you and you remove a hand from one of his shoulders and reach between the two of you, grabbing lightly and unsurely at his cock. The action causes him to pull away from you as a surprised moan leaves his mouth.

There’s a fire in his eye as he looks at you, watching you as you look up with him with uncertain yet shining eyes at everything you’re feeling for the very first time. At his hands no less.

A smirk crawls it’s way back on it’s face, “Do you want to make me feel good, little wife?”

“Yes,” Your answer causes him to let out a pleased hum, but to your confusion he pulls your hand away from his cock.

“Next time I’ll teach you how to please me the way I did you. I don’t want to overwhelm you this time,” His eye holds tenderness as he says the sweet words that light your body on fire.

“This is not how I expected tonight to go,” Your shy words cause a sympathetic smile to show on his features.

“Many husbands don’t care for their wife’s pleasure,” His hands are untying the laces on his pants as he moves up from the bed to strip himself of them. Pride fills him when your eyes widen at the site of his cock.

It’s long and thick, it sits hard and proud up against his stomach, almost hitting his naval. It’s as pale as the rest of him, slightly red at the tip. A bead of precum drips from the tip and down his shaft, your eyes follow it to his balls. There also big, no surprise. The hair so pale that if there is any, you can’t see it. They look heavy, almost uncomfortable.

“Does it hurt?” The question spills out of your mouth, and Aemond wants to laugh until he sees how serious you are.

“No, it’s just uncomfortable,” You’re wide eyes find his face again, another question that almost makes him laugh.

“Will it fit inside me?” You really don’t think it will, or if it does, it’ll be in your stomach. The though makes you nervous.

“We’ll go slow, if you’d like,” He crawls back on top of you, hands finding your thighs so he can fit his body in between them.

His cock is hot against the skin of your thigh, the tip lightly brushes your folds causing you to shiver. His hand grabs at the base of his cock, guiding the tip from your clit to your hole, then back up. Little gasps leave you every time it bumps against your clit or catches on your tight hole.

Aemond holds a lot of restraint, but he can only hold so much, “I’m going to put it in now,”

He looks to you for you to consent, but tenses when your hands shyly reach up at the leather straps of the patch covering his eye.

“Can you take this off?” Your eyes hold no fear, just slight uncertainty.

His face doesn’t change at all, “I’d rather not scare you-“

“I am bare before you, as your wife. You could be bare for me as my husband, as well.” You’re voice doesn’t shake at all, for the first time all evening, he notes.

With a sigh, he takes his hand from your thigh and closes his eye as he takes the patch off. He doesn’t want to see your inevitable reaction of fear or disgust before you turn over and have him take you from behind.

Aemond flinches when he feels your hand tracing his scar, from his forehead, over the sapphire in place of where his eye should be, down to where it ends.

He hears you take in a shaky breath before your mouth is diving up towards his, and for the first time all evening you’ve taken control of something. He enjoys it, the way your tongue forces its way into his mouth.

He kisses you back with the same amount of energy, sucking on your tongue and nipping at your lips until you pull away. His eye studies you, the lust filled look in your eyes and flush covering you with swollen, wet lips.

“You may take me now, Aemond,” The words are but a whisper, but he hears you clearly.

His cock is, now, painfully hard as he nods and tightens his grip so he can carefully guide himself inside you.

He hisses though his teeth at the feeling of your cunt, slick and warm and tight, enveloping his cock. You’re the tightest thing he’s ever felt.

An animalistic feeling nearly overcomes him. He feels a primal need to shove his cock all the way inside you, rip through your maidenhead and fuck you full of him. He want to see your blood on his cock as he thrust inside you, fill you full of him, fuck you so hard there’s no questioning if his seed took tonight.

The feeling is slightly different for you. The stretch is uncomfortable, and it stings slightly, it causes you to feel so full you may burst or overfill. He goes slow, like he promised, but you can feel his body shaking above you as he restrains himself from taking you like an animal.

When he reaches the barrier of your maidenhead, he halts, “I have to push a little harder, here,”

A flash of fear flashes through your eyes for a brief moment before you nod for him to continue.

With a shaky exhale, he pulls back slightly and then pushes forward sharply, a little too sharply. Because the next thing he knows you’ve got tears streaming down your face and his pelvis is flush with yours. It’s hot and so, so tight. It, you, feel so fucking good.

His mouth is hanging open slightly as he breathes heavily, trying to gain control over himself. When he looks down at you, he feels guilt coarse through him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” You take not that while his voice doesn’t sound sorry, his eye shows that he is. Hands reach for your cheeks so he can wipe the tears that have been falling from your eyes away.

You remove an arm from around his shoulder and move your hand to grip at a wrist that is by your face, “It’s okay-“

His voice is strained, “Oh, fuck, it’s not. I told you we would go slow,”

His eye holds guilt, but you can’t help but notice how beautiful he looks above you. No eye patch covering his features, his hair, though still pulled back, slightly messy, sharp facial features gleaming in the moonlight and the light from the fire.

He thinks you look unreal. Hair, still slightly curled, sits around you beautifully, eyes are gleaming with stars in the despite the tears from the pain still lingering, lips bruised and swollen from his own mouth.

“You can move now,” He looks unsure at your words and goes to speak his protests, but you interrupt. “Take me, husband.”

He obliges to your demand, pulling his hips back before pushing them forward. He goes slow at first, in and out at a steady rhythm, relishing in the moans and gasps and whines that leave your mouth, the chants of his name Aemond, Aemond, Aemond.

He dips his head to kiss your cheeks, down your jaw and latches onto your neck, sucking bruises into your skin as he starts thrusting deeper, harder. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and between that sensation, the pace of his thrusts when his cock hits the same spot his fingers found earlier and up to your cervix, his mouth on your neck, it doesn’t take long for your cunt to start clenching on his cock harder.

A deep groan leaves him at the way your cunt grips his cock, sucking him in and trying to keep him there forever. He would gladly stay inside you forever.

He pulls away from your neck to look at you, wanting to look at your face as you cum around his cock, as you feel his cum inside you.

Your eyes are rolled back so far he can only see the whites of them, bruises litter your collarbones and neck, marks of him all over you. Your nipples are hard and brush against his chest as your back arches while you lose yourself in the pleasure.

His balls tighten up more the longer he looks at you, and he moves his thumb to your clit, pushing you over the edge after one, two, three circles over it.

“Aemond!” Your voice sounds heavenly when you moan his name. His hips don’t falter their pace nor does his thumb stop rubbing until your cunt has loosened its vice grip on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm and through the aftershocks before he grabs one of your legs.

You’re still shaking from your orgasm when you feel him lift your leg up and over his arm and onto his shoulder before he’s leaning over you. Your eyes shoot open at the newer, deeper angle.

“I don’t think-“

Before the sentence can leave your mouth, his hips pick up a pace very unlike the one you had just grown accustomed to. Your eyes cross as your hands shot up to his shoulders, trying to push him away and stop the overstimulation.

His head is thrown back in deep pleasure, groans and low moans of your name leaving his mouth as he listens to the wet slap, slap, slap of his body meeting yours. His pace picks up and becomes less rhythmic as his orgasm hits him.

You cry out his name with tears running down your face as your cunt clenches down for a third time, squeezing him so tightly that all he can do is push all the way in and let his cum flood you. His hips lightly move back and forth, fucking himself and you through your orgasms as you feel his cum fill you so much it starts slipping out around his cock and down your ass.              

He stays inside you as your shake in the aftermath, feeling sweaty and sticky as he presses his cheek against your own, breathing you in and just feeling you for a while before he finally pull back just enough to look at you. Bodies still pressed together, cunt still plugged with his cock to hold his cum in, to make sure it takes. To make sure his son is filling you.

His eye is holding yours in a stare, and a soft smile takes over his face as you smile up at him tiredly. He feels something warm ignite in his chest as you look at him, the glow of the orgasm, the smile on your face, a sparkle in your eyes that looks like stars.

Aemond presses his mouth to yours before you can say anything. He wonders to himself if he can light your world up the way you’re already doing his.

roommates.

pairing ✮ satoru gojo x fem!reader

synopsis ✮ your boyfriend doesn’t trust your roommate, gojo satoru, and for a good reason at that

wc ✮ 2.1k

warnings ✮ modern au, cheating, jealousy, unnamed boyfriend, slight vouyerism, praise, squirting, slight breeding kink, gojo gets off at the sight of reader dressed like a housewife, choking.

note ✮ this was written on a whim and barely edited.

Your boyfriend knows to be wary of Satoru Gojo.

After all, how can a pair of roommates be so close? No matter where you are, Satoru’s name always seems to come up – if he doesn’t make an appearance himself, that is. Of course you’re always so swift to deny his innuendos with a soft ‘Satoru’s just a friend. Roommates should be close baby’, and after meticulously analyzing your words, what else can your boyfriend do but listen? He trusts you with his life – but Satoru? Not a chance in hell.

He often comes over to visit with the underlying intention to monitor the white haired man, sternly watching him from the corners of his eyes whenever he tiredly shuffles out of his bedroom. You’re always so oblivious, asking Satoru if he wants to join in and watch the movie instead of asking him to leave for the night so that you could have the apartment to yourself. It’s suspicious really, how you pout at your beloved boyfriend whenever the topic of moving in together comes to the table; albeit it’s only natural to be fearful of such an important commitment, but it’s been a year – you should’ve been aching to move in with him.

Yet you aren’t.

It’s safe to say that your boyfriend is a fool, ignorantly sitting in your living room with a laughable smile on his face as he comes to the conclusion that Satoru isn’t around — finally. He’s been biding his time, patiently waiting to have you to himself, and you don’t miss the smile on his face when you ask him to stay put while you make the two of you his favourite meal for dinner. He wants to believe that you’re trying for him, smiling to yourself as you trott over to the kitchen before closing the door connecting the space to the living room shut; you are the perfect endearing girlfriend after all.

You’re slicing through the various assortment of vegetables when you hear his voice call out from behind you, and it only takes one breath for his signature cologne to drift into your head and cloud your mind, making him appear more enticing than usual. It’s difficult to stifle your gentle giggle with your boyfriend right outside, but nevertheless, you nibble on your lip and remain silent as he watches you with crossed arms.

“What are you making?” Satoru quips playfully, leaving his post from the corner of the kitchen to your backside, reaching past your hands to swipe a carrot slice from the nicked cutting board. “I assume that it’s something for my stalker sitting on our couch?” His voice remains calm but it doesn’t take an expert to notice the spite laced in his tone when he talks about your boyfriend.

You reach behind you to playfully hit his torso, paying no mind to his dangerously close proximity. “He’s not a stalker, Satoru! And lower your voice…” It’s a mumble that falls from your plump lips this time around, and he takes note of your hesitance with a sinister smile.

“Oh, he doesn’t know that I’m here, does he?” He chuckles quietly while whispering into the crook of your neck; Satoru can’t deny that his day has just gotten a hundred times better. He knows his answer when you don’t respond to his question, deciding to continue cooking instead. “He must be relieved,” He continues, trapping your body against the edge of the polished countertop as he presses himself up against you. “Thinks I’m a desperate homewrecker that wants to fuck you. That right?” It’s hard to think when his deft fingers casually make their way up your chest and knead your tits, but you know that Satoru’s right; your boyfriend doesn’t trust him, and he has every right not to.

But what’s so hilarious is that you’re here with this said ‘homewrecker’, steadily grinding your hips back to meet the cock strained against his sweatpants. It’s so wrong, begging for your roommate while your boyfriend awaits his promised dinner, but all of your accumulated greed for him manages to unfurl whatever rational thoughts are still swimming in your head. Satoru, however, can’t help but grow worked up at the sight of you with such a domestic presence, cheerfully humming as you prance around the kitchen in those unbearably skimpy shorts that dig into the fat of your ass and your low cut top hidden by the frilly apron you wore to avoid getting messy – he’s unashamed to admit how much it makes his cock swell.

“Mm– he’s right outside Satoru, we’re gonna get caught.” You whimper, letting your mind wander off to multiple different scenarios of you boyfriend finding you two here; yet they all have you pressing your thighs together in some form of excitement.

“Maybe then– I can fuck you whenever I want.” His tone remains nonchalant. Satoru truly couldn’t care less, already shoving his hand down your pants and rubbing small circles onto your sensitive clit. You can’t help but bend towards him as he explores your warm pussy with his fingers, spreading your wetness along your folds. It's impossible to miss the whimper that falls from your mouth as you lean back into him. “So fucking wet already…never get this wet for him do you?”

Before you know it, you’re frantically shaking your head no and letting it roll back against his chest, meeting his dark gaze through fluttered lashes and a slightly parted mouth. Your lewd face is already ingrained at the side of his brain; he’d rather die than forget it.

His finger teasingly prods at your fluttering hole and slips past, dragging it across your velvet walls and hitting spots that have you tilting forward onto the edge of the counter. It isn’t long before he adds yet another one of his thick fingers, scissoring in and out of your stretched cunt.

In a frenzied attempt to keep your bubbling moans at bay, you slap your hand to your mouth, clumsily knocking a utensil into the steel sink with a high pitched clunk that happens to alert your previously forgotten boyfriend. “Are you okay in there, love?” He asks over the show playing on the television.

You stumble slightly as you yell back at him. “M-mhm! Just stay put!”

His pace doesn’t let up as he leans over your bent body to whisper in your ear. “You should be more quiet, love.” It’s clear that Satoru’s amused – not even paranoid in the slightest. But what else is expected of your adventurous roommate anyways?

“‘Toru, please…” You manage to say through a strained moan.

His attention is already on you, caressing your turned face as he peers down at you. “What do you want, baby?” He coos gingerly while relishing in the way your walls clamp down on his fingers.

“W-wanna be split open by your cock Satoru!” You whine, pathetically gripping at the tabletop.

It’s difficult for you to mask your excitement when his hands slip out of your hole and tug at the thin fabric of your shorts. He doesn’t stop there, mouthing off in your ear about how perfect you are and how undeserving your boyfriend really is; Satoru is nothing shy of flattering, pressing a soft kiss to your temple all while tugging at his sweatpants to release his pulsating length with beads of white threatening to roll down and spill onto the marble floors.

Even amongst all of the lecherous teasing and lingering touches, Satoru knows that he’s pressed for time. So he doesn’t wait, meeting no resistance as he slides into you with one thrust that leaves you quietly gasping for air. You’re sure that you must look so filthy right now with your pants pooled around one of your ankles and your tongue protruding out of your mouth – but you just can’t control it. Satoru felt different in comparison to your partner, always chasing after a risk with no regard for the repercussions.

How can he worry about them when your cunt looks so divine, swallowing him with every snap of his hips against your ass?

“Always so fucking tight– gonna make me cum before we get to the fun part.” He groans, feeling your gummy walls eagerly twitch against the veins of his cock. His tempo gradually picks up and begins ramming into you, the sounds of heavy balls slapping against your soft pussy filling the room. It’s a miracle that the door hasn't already been yanked open; but it’s the last thought on your mind right now – you’re too preoccupied with rutting yourself back to meet Satoru’s cock.

“F-feels good Satoru! S’ big!” You manage to babble despite your head clouding up from the feeling of his tip repeatedly kissing your cervix.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He gapes as you moan weakly. His contented eyes are trained on the space where your bodies meet, a translucent ring of arousal forming at the base of his coated dick; you don’t dare look at the floor beneath you. “My cunt is taking me so well, creamin’ all over me.”

You really do belong to Satoru; he’s made sure to mould your pussy to fit him and him alone – to the point where all that you can think about when you lay under your boyfriend is Satoru pounding into you as he normally does.

Satoru fucks into you without any regard for decency, swiftly holding one of your legs in his large hand and placing it on top of the counter, giving him a deeper angle to hammer your wrecked cunt. You swear that you can feel your heart palpitating in your ears as you feverishly clench around him. You try to steady yourself by clawing at everything in your line of sight, legs already going numb with the position he put you in. His heated touch contrasts the cold surface that your cheeks rests upon; his fingers eagerly dip into the flesh of your body, holding you still while he fucks you like his very own prized fleshlight.

“You drive me fucking insane when you wear that stupid little apron like a fucking housewife.” He spits out, gritting his teeth as he takes the flimsy material of the overall in his fingers. Despite the words being so filthy and condescending, it only makes you tighten around him and milk his cock. “Makes me wanna breed you so bad– deserve you more than him.” Your poorly contained sobs manage to soften his voice as he whispers to you. Without warning he slides his hand from the curve of your hips up to wrap around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his carnal gaze. “Look at me, pretty girl.”

You’re a sight to see; tears pricking the sides of your fucked out doe eyes and drool seeping from the parted corners of your swollen lips. He almost swears that he could cum at the sight alone.

“S-satoru, ‘m gunna cum.” You wail, clawing at the hand resting on your neck as you feel your high build up. Your words don’t stop him as he continues to pound into your poor cunt, praising you for how good you feel wrapped around him. He doesn’t cease looking into your eyes, getting off on the tears rolling down your face as you convulse and gush around him with a final push.

“Want me to breed you baby? Send you back into the living room stuffed full of my cum?” He asks in your ear.

“Yes please!” Your eager nods spur him on, fucking into you until the your noises drown out the loud volume of the television outside.

Satoru steadily grips your waist as his hips begin to falter, leaving you to heave in compensation for your lack of air and slump over the counter. “Fuck! Fucking take it, just like that– shit.” With a hollow groan, he buries himself deep into your messy hole and paints your walls white with his thick load. Satoru lets you catch your breath before pulling out; he can’t say that he doesn’t feel his heart swell at the sight of his seed slowly seeping out of your cunt – but before he can comment, you’re already pulling yourself together.

The timer of your oven pulls you out of your short lived haze. “Would you like some? There might be leftovers when we’re done…” You ask innocently with the tray flat in your palms as if there isn’t cum threatening to trickle down your shaky legs.

His thumb haphazardly drags over your lips, briefly slipping into your warm mouth as he nurses an avid smile on his face, “Maybe next time.”

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Haha… yeah… that’d be crazy…

time for bed !