oi lads

You shoot him a smile as you clumsily make your way to him before plopping into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, and nuzzling into its crook. 

“Yuuji, I missed you so much,” you whine into his skin. 

“You were only gone a few hours,” he responds with a huff, one hand on your hip to steady you while the other strokes the back of your head the way one does a needy pet. Your tiny hot puffs of breath shoot shivers down his spine.

“Nobara-senpai said you were coming, though,” you complain, pulling away enough to look up at him with teary eyes. “And then you never did.”

Of course, it was Nobara on you. She likes cute things, and you’re very cute. Maki-senpai is nothing if not an enabler to her girlfriend’s bad habits, so she was probably feeling you up while you sat on her lap as Nobara made out with you. He’s usually there to pick you up off them before it gets too serious, though, and it makes him wonder how far they went tonight without his intervention. 

His mouth suddenly feels dry, and his shorts feel tighter than they were moments before. He should get you off him before you realize what you’re doing to him. 

Yuuji sighs. “I just wasn’t feeling it tonight. Sorry, baby. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Can’t I stay here with you?” You ask innocently, but the way you shift your legs to wrap around his waist tightly suggests otherwise. The action brings you close enough to be skin-skin, where his shirt has ridden up from your movements. 

It makes him abruptly aware of three things. 

One, you’re not wearing any kind of underwear. 

Two: you’re soaking wet. 

Three: he’s now sporting a raging hard-on. 

You grin wickedly when you realize that last one, rolling your hips against him, and both of you moan at the sensation.  

One of your hands unties the drawstrings of his shorts, and he lifts his hips long enough for you to slide them down. 

“Going commando,” you remark huskily as you rub your hand with your wetness. “It’s like you were expecting this, nii-san.”

“And you weren’t?” He asks, gasping when your delicate fingers wrap around his base and begin to stroke him. 

“Maki-senpai stole my panties,” you say, confirming his suspicions. “You don’t have an excuse, but I don’t mind. I was thinking about this all night,” you admit shamelessly, staring intently at his lips. He grabs you by your chin and gives you the kiss you were searching for, approving of the way your hips buck when the head of his cock rubs against your clit. The hand jerking him off moves to direct him to your fluttering entrance. You’re so wet that he merely slides upward instead of in, which he takes as a sign not to. He bites your lip in warning, and he can feel the pout against his mouth before you simply grind against his length.

You moan into his mouth, and he takes advantage of your distraction by plunging his tongue deeper into your mouth. You taste of mint, rum, and your cherry-flavored lip gloss. It seems your poison of choice for the night was a mojito. He can imagine the way Maki plied you with them as you chatted with Nobara, and he feels a twinge of annoyance flare up at his friends’ audacity. 

When he notices you’re beginning to slow down, he helps you, pulling and pushing you by your hips on his cock. He hisses through his teeth at the obscene squelch of your shared friction echoing in his ears. It’d be so easy to slip inside of you right now, and you wouldn’t stop him. If you were more sober, you’d have made it happen already. As it is, you cling to his shoulder, nails digging into the meat of them, and give as much as you can, moving your hips in tandem with his motions. 

He’s not going to last longer, not with how good you feel. He knows you are, too, with the way your movements have lost all inhibitions. You’re just mindlessly chasing your pleasure as you pant like a bitch in heat. It’s a sight to behold, how you use him like he’s just a toy.  

“Yuuji, help,” you mewl against his neck, needy. Always so needy. “Please, Yuu-nii.”

My spoiled baby sister, Yuuji can’t help but think fondly.

And he can never deny you, even though he knows that in doing your bidding, he’ll have to wait a while longer before he comes. 

“I’ve got you, baby.”

You sigh happily and lay your head on his shoulder, trusting him implicitly, and he slides three fingers inside of you at once, causing you to stiffen in his lap as you let out a desperate whine. It doesn’t take him long to find the spot that has you trembling like a leaf, and when he does, he strokes the area incessantly. 

Within a few moments, you stiffen again, eyes rolling back, and clench rhythmically around his fingers, keening prettily in his ear. He’s glad they’re home alone because Sukuna would have taken all your noise as an invitation to join, which isn’t something he wants. Yuuji isn’t ashamed to admit that he’s possessive of you when it comes to his older brother, even when he really shouldn’t be, but then, if he’s thinking about it like that, there are many things that he shouldn’t be doing. He’s never claimed to be a saint, though, and you want this—want him, and he’s never been able to say no to you, especially when it comes to things that he desires too. 

As you come down from your orgasm, you kiss him lazily, fingers carding through his hair gently. He can tell you’re close to falling asleep, but you owe him still.

Yuuji picks you up from his lap and instructs you to get on all fours on his bed. He admires the view of your ass on display, thinking that it would look better red and covered with marks in the shape of his hand. He’ll spank you in the morning when you’re more coherent, or else it won’t be as satisfying. After all, he needs to punish you for your whorish behavior. You’re only allowed to be with other people when he’s there to supervise. 

“Clench your thighs tightly,” Yuuji says as he positions himself behind you. You bring your knees together, your thighs pressing together. He drags his cock over your pucker, enjoying the way you jolt in surprise. You moan together as he slides between your thighs, his tip teasing your clit as he does so.

Yuuji will take his pleasure from you until he’s satisfied, even if you’re not conscious of it. 

The sound of wine pouring in your cup snapped you out of your thoughts. You thanked the servant who filled it and went back to focusing on how your handmaiden was adjusting your dress. It was possibly the most beautiful dress you had ever worn, green with a golden embroidered dragon on the corset. The dress was Aegon’s request and Helaena had embroidered it for you. Thankfully the dress was adjusted a bit so as not to squeeze your small growing belly, something that both your brothers were quite eager to show off to the realm.

Before you knew it your handmaiden was helping you with your jewellery and headpiece and your ethereal look was finished. The headpiece matched your dress and a green veil was attached on the back of it, making you look even more royal. A knock could be heard on your door and with your permission it opened, revealing your husband, Aemond. You smiled at him through the reflection of the mirror and your handmaiden left to give you some privacy. The second the door closed behind her, Aemond walked up behind you. His hands already reaching for your small belly. 

Even though you were only 4 months, your breasts had swollen and were filling with milk. He smiled as he glanced down over your shoulder, his sharp chin resting on it. You know he will be a proud father. “You look more beautiful every day. I knew you were meant to be a mother.” You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, he always knew how to make you blush. Of course he couldn’t take his eyes off of your swollen breasts either. Both him and Aegon were obsessed with your tits, always fondling them, sucking on them and worshipping them when you shared the bed. “Stop staring, we have to get to the throne room soon. They’ll be waiting for us.” You said, even though you wanted nothing more than for your brothers to give your breasts some relief. 

“Hm.” Aemond let go of you reluctantly and took your arm to lead you to the festivities. While walking through the halls, Aegon joined at your other side with a grin. “You look amazing my love, pregnancy looks good on you, as does that dress.” He complimented, linking your free arm with his. While still heading for the throne room Aegon leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “I can’t wait to take it off you tonight.” You bit your lip at the thought. Even before you were with child both your brothers could rarely be satiated but now it was impossible. The three of you were almost near the throne room, and guards, people of court and the hand came near. You tried to pull your arm from Aegon to maintain appearances but he would not budge so you stopped in your tracks.

“Aegon- “ You protested but he cut you off before you could even say another word. “I have told you before and will tell you again about how much I don’t give a fuck. I am the king and you are my sister, I will show you affection however I want. And if anyone has a problem with that they will simply meet Sunfyre.” He ranted. You sighed and Aegon started walking again, pulling you and Aemond with him. The grand doors were already opened so that the invited guests could take their seats at the long tables. The three of you stepped inside, the hand, your mother and sister Helaena following you. 

The moment you were announced, clapping hands loudly filled the room, which put a smile on your face. You were known as the more kind but social sister and the smallfolk adored you for it as did the lords and ladies of Westeros. You walked through the throne room up the steps towards the royal table and took your seats. Aegon was of course in the middle, on his right was you and on his left was Helaena. To your right your husband Aemond and to his right your mother Alicent. Next to Helaena was the hand himself, your grandsire. 

And thus the table was almost complete. The first of the big houses were announced, the first one being your own sister and uncle, Rhaenyra and Daemon, with their children. They greeted and congratulated you and took their seats at the royal table. House Velaryon was announced and they too greeted and congratulated you and took their seat at the table right below. And so did the other big houses until the feast could finally begin.

Aegon of course wasted no time in filling his cup, even though he felt calmer with you at his side and his favourite food in front of him, he still felt unease with all the eyes on him. You noticed the big gulp he took of his wine and you placed your hand on his that was resting in his lap, giving him a soft reassuring squeeze. That made him put his wine down, to focus on his food instead. Which was chicken, your favourite too. Aemond just rested his left hand on your belly, like he had ever since it was confirmed you were with child. 

Ever since that night that broke out in a fight two years ago, you made sure that whenever your nephew’s came to visit there would be no pig served. Especially not at your birthday feast. You wanted nothing more than for everyone to be happy and calm. The night went on peacefully, people danced, came up to congratulate you and after some wine Aegon decided to grab your hand and pull you on the dance floor. He never really loved dancing but he loved dancing with you. All the envious eyes on the two of you and in the corner of your eye was your husband with a small smile. You knew he secretly loved it when Aegon made you laugh, so he didn’t mind sharing at all.

However not everyone could share such cheerful spirit, for the hand already had his piercing gaze on the two of you the second Aegon pulled you from the table in the first place. Even though you tried to somewhat keep up appearances the entire realm knew what was going on between the three of you, of course no one dared to speak of it as Aegon is their king and he is the law. Otto Hightower was the only one to dare speak his mind. Multipile times he tried to convince Aegon it was unseemly and sinful to cheat on his wife like that. 

And every time Aegon told him that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that it was treason to accuse his king of such sins. Even your mother had given up and just decided to ignore it. When you went back to your table Otto’s eyes were still on the pair of you but you decided that you didn’t notice it and sat back next to your husband. The remainder of the night was filled with music, food, wine and cheerfulness. On the morrow there was to be a tourney in your name, even your uncle, Daemon was participating. Speaking of uncle’s, your other uncle, Gwayne Hightower, walked up the steps to congratulate you on not only your name day but of course also the babe.

You thanked him and he informed you that he would also be participating in the tourney tomorrow. Immediately you saw Daemon smirk in the corner of your eye and you knew tomorrow would be interesting. He descended the steps again and returned to the Hightower table. Soon more and more people were retiring and Aegon declared the feast over. Aemond took your hand and you noticed Aegon speaking hurriedly to a serving boy who nodded at his question. Before you could ask Aegon joined you and Aemond and they both led you to yours and Aemond’s shared bedchamber. 

Deciding that it probably wasn’t anything interesting you held your tongue and were led quite hastily through the halls and up the steps. Once you reached the right doors, Aegon opened them and you noticed that there were no guards around, not even servants. Even your handmaiden was nowhere to be found. Once you were all inside, Aegon closed the doors. Your mouth opened slightly as you took in the must’ve been a good three hundred roses around the room, your bed, which was round and was concealed with airy, thin curtains now had candles surrounding it with only a small gap to enter.

Aemond stood behind you, like he had right before the feast, his hands already groping your breasts, his mouth kissing your neck and shoulder. Aegon wasted no time in joining you, his hands around your waist as his gaze fell to your lips. He dipped his head and pressed his forehead against yours, teasing you by grazing his wine stained lips across your soft ones. You gasped when Aemond sucked a lovemark onto your neck, and Aegon finally pressed his lips to yours. 

Your heart pounded in your chest, it didn’t matter how many times Aegon kissed you, it always felt like he took your breath away and set your body on fire. The kiss got heated quickly and Aegon left you no room to breathe. Aemond didn’t budge either, you could feel both of their erections against you, as you were sandwiched between them. As if you weren’t aching and desperate enough, they started to both hump and grind against you, leaving you a panting mess when Aegon finally paused kissing you. Both of their groans and whines filled your ear and your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

Nothing felt better than having your strong king and frightening husband whining and moaning in your ears, while they humped you like pathetic virgins. You gripped Aegon tightly for more support and grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in again. Aemond seemed to get jealous and for the first time joined you and Aegon in the kiss. All three of your lips and tongue clashing together, their hips stilling in concentration. Then an idea popped in your head. You continued to kiss them for a while, vibrations of their whines and moans tingling in your mouth. Slowly you pulled away, and in a haze of heated passion they didn’t even notice they were making out with each other, tongue and all. 

You watched in awe and realised that you had never witnessed such an arousing act. Sadly that only lasted a few moments before they both pulled away in realisation and their eyes met yours, then each other’s again. And to your surprise they both crashed their lips together again, their hips continuing movement once more. They both held you tightly between them as they continued their heated kiss. Aegon couldn’t help but whimper against Aemond’s lips, Aemond gasped in response. When they both felt like they couldn’t breathe, they let go. Both gasping for air, lips swollen and covered in each other's spit. 

It was you who spoke first, breaking the silence. “I feel like we should explore this more, and if you really want to make me happy on my name day, you give me a show like that again.” You smiled, your hands moving to untie your dress. As this was a bit of a struggle, Aemond went to help you while Aegon, surprisingly, helped Aemond take his garments off. Once both you and Aemond were fully undressed, you both shared a look, and started to pull the strings and unclasp Aegon’s clothes. Once he too was undressed, Aemond took both yours and Aegon's hand and led you both over to your bed. You hadn’t even noticed the amount of soft blankets that were spread extra over your bed. It was incredibly cosy to lay on. When the three of you were settled on the bed, only then you noticed their change of demeanour. 

Both their eyes were focused on your breasts and you knew exactly what they needed. Even though it was your name day, it gave you great pleasure to please your handsome brothers. So you laid against the big pile of pillows, inclined so that you didn’t lie flat in the bed. Both Aegon and Aemond were quick to join you on either side, wrapping their arms and legs possessively around you. Even when they were both in a submissive mood they made sure to show you that only they might lay their hands on you. You were theirs and theirs alone.

Aegon was first to impatiently suck on your breasts. Immediate relief flowed through you as Aegon’s mouth was filled with your milk, you could hear his whine on your right. Aemond started to kiss and lick your right breast, always making sure to show you love and attention first, so you would shower him with praise. “So good for me, always making sure that I feel good.” You sighed. Aemond moaned in response around your nipple, but before he too began to fulfil his lust, he swiftly removed his eye patch, loosening the clasp and throwing it next to the bed. His beautiful sapphire eye glistened in the candlelight. Only around you and Aegon did he feel comfortable enough to be this vulnerable. 

“You look so beautiful baby, so pretty for me.” He kissed you in response before moving back to your breast. Meanwhile Aegon was still hungrily sucking on your tit like a starving babe. He was always the most impatient and loud of the two and you loved him for that. Aemond finally got his fill, softly moaning as he suckled at your breast. Both of your men looking up at you with their ethereal purple eyes, begging for praise and attention. You could never deny them, you used your free hands to caress both of their heads, fingers grazing through their silver hair. 

They both shudder at the feeling and Aegon suddenly lets go, a bit of milk still in the corner of his mouth. His head was still resting against your breast as he let out a sigh of bliss. “Does it feel good mommy?” Aegon mumbled. “Very good baby, love you so much.” You said as you leaned in to kiss his head. Aegon smiled at that and tangled his leg closer in yours, his hard on now pressing against your leg. You could feel his pre cum leaking on your soft flesh and you knew he was too pent up not to start humping against you. And so he did, you looked down as his thick uncut cock rutted against you. You couldn’t help the soft fuck escaping your lips, and you gasped when Aemond’s hand had unnoticedly moved down your stomach right to your aching cunt. 

You could feel his two fingers smear the slick around, gathering it so he could easily slip inside. He of course would never forget that it was your name day not theirs. And that you actually should have all the attention tonight. Aemond used his thick fingers to finger fuck you as he never let go of your breast. You could still feel the milk flow from your breast into his mouth. The sounds of Aegon moaning and mumbling added to the pleasure that waved through you. At last Aemond had his fill and now really focused on you.

He moved down towards your pussy and spread your legs a bit and then pushed your legs up against your stomach so he could move his head between them. One of his favourite past times was getting suffocated by your fleshy thighs. You let out a loud moan as his tongue lapped furiously at your clit, his fingers never slowing down inside you. He knew exactly how to make you scream his name and grip the sheets. Your left hand did exactly that, while your right hand was still resting on Aegon’s head who was still rutting against you. But Aegon’s pace started to falter and he became louder and louder which could only mean he was about to cum. But before he could Aemond removed his mouth from your cunt and pulled Aegon to his knees, right before him. Your hand fell at your side. 

Aemond keeps surprising you tonight because before you could say anything, Aemond pulled Aegon in for another kiss and then wrapped his hand around his cock. Jerking him off while still making sure you reached your peak with his fingers. The sight of Aemond jerking Aegon off, his fingers pounding inside you and Aegon moaning and whining his brother’s name in his mouth made you cum, your entire body on fire, you held your breath as Aemond didn’t stop, focused now on getting Aegon off instead. Aegon was soon to follow due to his pent up arousal, cumming in thick ropes all over Aemond’s hand and the sheets below. The control he felt over Aegon made his own cock hurt in anticipation and he wanted nothing more than to feel that again. 

You could almost see the shift in his eyes as he took in a sharp breath. Aegon fell limp against his brother's chest but Aemond gave him no time for a break. You watched as Aemond pulled his fingers out of you, making you wince at the loss of contact. Aemond let you take a breather however and ordered Aegon on his knees. “You’re going to be good for me and suck my cock, so our beautiful sister can watch.” He said calmly but there was an exciting tone behind his words. Aemond moved to lay against your legs, closer to Aegon while Aegon moved in between his brother's legs, licking his lips in anticipation. Clearly Aegon was excited for this too. But no one wanted to watch this more than you.

Aemond weaved his fingers in his brother's short hair, gripping it tightly. He wasn’t going to be as soft with his king as he did his princess. Aegon seemed a bit hesitant when his lips touched the tip of Aemond’s cock, unsure of what to exactly do. “Wrap your lips around it and suck, and as you know, be careful with your teeth.” Aegon seemed more confident now, sucking on Aemond’s tip, making him groan and let his head fall back in satisfaction. Aegon seemed to learn quickly, moving up and down his cock and even using his hand for what he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

You looked at the scene with heavy eyes, your heart still beating fast and cunt still sensitive from your orgasm, but the sight before you revived you quickly. Sucking and gagging noises filled the room, as well as Aemond’s moans. It was so erotic you subconsciously panted along with Aemond. Both Aegon and Aemond were a glistening sweaty mess. Even Aemond’s usual perfectly groomed hair had gotten loose, some hairs getting in his face. Annoyed at the feeling, he pulled the small leather string out of his hair, which now fell loose behind him. Somehow it made him look even more god-like, pretty even. 

Aemond started cursing and his breath hitched in his throat, knowing your husband, he would peak soon. Aegon noticed too from previous fucking sessions between the three of you, but now it was him who was about to get his mouth filled with seed. It only took for Aegon to lick and suck on his slit, which he knew felt insanely good, to make Aemond burst in his mouth. “Fuck, fucking take it, you fucking slut, take my seed, fuck!” Aemond ranted as Aegon gagged around his cock, his mouth overflowing, causing the seed to drip along Aemond’s shaft down to his balls. 

You softly gasped at the scene, pressing your thighs together for some relief. Both Aemond and Aegon panted heavily as they let go of each other. You noticed Aegon was completely hard again and when he had somewhat caught his breath, you pulled him into you. Kissing him hard, tasting the salty cum on his tongue. You made out for a while until you decided you had waited long enough, and pushed Aegon down on the bed. Climbing on top of him, you use one hand on his chest to stabilise yourself and the other to line up his cock with your entrance. Now it was your turn to give Aemond a show.

Aegon gripped your fleshy hips tightly, knowing he was still sensitive from his previous orgasm. Slowly you sank down on his cock making the both of you moan at the feeling. Aemond, who had calmed down from his orgasm, now sat next to the both of you. When your cunt fully engulfed his length. You started grinding against him, while Aegon moved his hands to your breasts instead. He loved holding your tits while you fucked him dumb. The feeling of your warm slick cunt clenching around him never got old. He whimpered and groaned at the sensation. 

Aemond now got closer, grabbing your chin he forced his lips on yours. Clearly he was feeling left out, and you wouldn’t want that. It was hard to concentrate on riding Aegon whilst Aemond had his tongue down your throat, thankfully Aegon noticed, his hands going back to your hips. He bent his knees so he could plant his feet on the bed and fuck up into you instead. The feeling of Aemond’s lips on yours, tongues and teeth clashing together and Aegon’s cock stretching you out became too much, with only a couple more pumps and Aemond’s fingers rubbing your clit, you squirted and came hard. “Holy fuck.” You gasped in Aemond’s mouth, who refused to let go of you. 

Continuing to stimulate your clit until you were spasming on Aegon’s cock begging Aemond to stop. So he did. Aegon wasn’t finished however so you went back to riding him. But Aemond wasn’t at your side anymore, he moved behind you instead, and Aegon let out a cry of pleasure. You halted your movement to look back, only to see Aemond had his fingers in Aegon’s tight hole. Your mouth fell agape but Aegon whined and begged for you to continue, as he was close to finishing. Aemond continued to pump his fingers inside and lubed up his cock with spit. 

Aegon winced as Aemond’s tip carefully prodded at his entrance. “Say you want me to fuck you, say you want me to fill you up here too.” Aemond ordered. “Yes- please- please fill me Aem- please-.” Aegon moaned between your bounces. The room was filled with the smell of sex, only driving you on. Aemond slowly stretched out Aegon’s hole, making him groan and Aegon whine at the feeling. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He stilled when he was fully sheathed inside him waiting until Aegon grew accustomed to his size. You stilled as well, making sure Aegon was okay. When Aegon gave permission, Aemond started moving, thrusting inside him with need. You moved along in rhythm with Aemond, leaving Aegon a blabbering mess.

Aemond pounded against him harder, chasing that sweet release. But Aegon couldn’t hold on any longer and cried out as he filled you with his seed. Screaming both of your names while writhing underneath you. Tears filled his eyes at the overstimulation, Aemond did not slow down, his mind fogged from pleasure. Driving his cock deep inside Aegon, he hit Aegon’s prostate just right, making Aegon now actually cry from overstimulation. You moved to lay against Aegon’s chest, his still hard cock remaining inside you. You kissed and caressed his cheek, in effort to calm him a bit but he was still loudly moaning and jerking underneath you. Aemonds thrusts started to falter and with one last pump, he came with a loud “Fuck! Aegon!”, filling him up fully with his seed. The sensation caused Aegon to cum once more, tears falling down his cheeks and a loud cry from his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly against you for support. 

“It’s what I’m supposed to do,” those words always slipping from his lips.

It’s been years since Luke has been straight forward with what he wanted, from hand holding and kissing to using you like his own personal toy. You’re the definition of beauty to him, in every way imaginable. Kind natured, gentle and soft and most importantly innocent and naive. There’s nothing that turns him on more then seeing your eyes plead up at him, glossy with tears and a trusting gaze.

He’s only recently started to fuck you— He snapped once he couldn’t wait to touch himself. You’d be in your room with him one night, reading to yourself while he’s by your side and playing with strands of hair below your shoulders. Then on thing led to another and your on top of his lap, thin silky dress wrinkled up to expose your bare skin so he can trace his hands over.

“Luke,” you whispered against his lips. Your body started to stir around to find something — you didn’t know what it was. Inside you felt odd, hot and sweaty with a tightening grip in your low range. “I feel weird.” you admitted

Luke is there to teach you everything your mother tried to hide from you, her only daughter wasn’t to be corrupted by the world. Or, so she thought. Of course he did his job as to explain what was happening and gave you a opportunity to leave but you were too needy to figure out how to stop the growing pain.

“You like this?” his teeth nipped at your ear while you rested against his chest. Back facing him, legs spread apart while your dress was tossed somewhere on the floor. “Tell me how it feels.” He demanded. Thicker fingers entered your pussy making you sound wet and squishy, you’re practically leaking onto the sheets and your own thighs. Luke was a nice guy, so he started off slow for you.

You started to whine while keeping a hand clasped over your mouth. He told you this was only for him and you to share, what every brother and sister do but can’t let others see. It wasn’t wrong, no, the gods wanted you to do it. “Good, s’good.” The words hanged on your tongue sweet and honeyed while moans kept pouring out.

That’s how it started, him fingering you when you’d give him those cute puppy eyes. He just couldn’t resist so he did it everywhere— anywhere. In the halls away from prying eyes of course, fucking you with his fingers or eating you out; messy and sloppy. The thing about Luke is that he loves your taste and can’t get enough.

He has you doing everything under the sun together, even visiting brothals to get new ideas. He once threatened a woman to cut off her hands if she touched him.

“Sit still,” he cursed when he felt you shift onto his lap, your dress up in the back but kept down in the front to make it look like nothing was happening. He was studying the history of his title and wanted you to keep him company, and what better way then to sit on his cock like a good girl and stay still?

“Sorry, can’t help it,” it was pathetic how small you sounded. You never could say no, always wanted to please him for his pleasure and yours. It was your job to take care of him and make sure he stays happy and healthy!! Because if you didn’t, he could start to hurt with all his cum staying inside…Luke had told you a horrible story of what could happen if you didn’t give yourself to him.

“Be a good sister and stay still,” you tried not to whine but you couldn’t help it, there was only so much you could take. He felt how tight you clinger to his cock, how warm and heated your insides were, how fucking soaked you are. It was torture for him, as well as you as he held himself back from fucking you into the table.

Until he caved, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning you further back into him and began to thrush into your warm heat. It was a library and it was easy to get caught if you were being too loud. Your big brother wanted to get caught deep inside you, he wanted everyone to know that you’re going to be his bride one day.

That only his cock can make you cum.

It was no guard that caught the sight. No maester, not a servant or a maid, not even another lord. But a familiar man with dark curls and pale skin, one that matched Luke’s. His hand rested upon his sword and lips on a smirk when you caught his gaze.

You tried to tell Luke to stop but he just turned his head, no interest in stopping. “Leave us, brother. Can’t you see I’m busy.” Jace didn’t care for being told to leave.

So he walked closer until he was at your side, right next to the chair and laid his hands on your chin. His hold tight and forceful, yanking you to look up at him, with those sweet teary eyes. “Didn’t know you could be filthy, let him fuck you with no engagement.” Luke huffed in question as you moan and bounce with each thrust.

“If I had know you like getting fucked by your brothers cock, i would have been quicker to join.” His hand took ahold of yours before placing it on the tent of his pants were the hardened member poked out.

Jace looked over at his younger brother, “mind I have a turn?”

AKOTSK.

BAELOR TARGARYEN,

idyllic, 🔞

his dear wife, 🔞

his daughter, 💧

modern!baelor headcanons, 🔞

unfruitful, 💧💋

craving - a series. 🔞💋💧 - ongoing.

southbound - a miniseries. 🔞💋💧 - ongoing.

MAEKAR TARGARYEN,

beauty, 💋

spirited, 💋

a full bed, 💋

rememberance, 💋

eager, 🔞

alone, 💧

just the tip? 🔞

sweet release, 🔞

the art of seduction, withholding. 💋🔞 (two part series)

beauty and the beast, 💋💧

mine, 🔞

69 with maekar, 🔞

MAEKAR & BAELOR TARGARYEN,

blissful, 🔞

AERION TARGARYEN,

dragons wife, 🔞

good boy, 🔞

DAERON TARGARYEN,

a change, 💋

restless, 🔞

VALARR TARGARYEN,

coming soon...

LYONEL BARATHEON,

love and beauty, 💋

riveting, 🔞

SER DUNCAN THE TALL, coming soon...

RAYMUN FOSSOWAY,

temptation, 🔞

BRYNDEN RIVERS,

DAEMON BLACKFYRE,

When you asked Lily to borrow a book, this was the last thing you expected. You were bored and plucked it off her shelf because the cover was cute enough. All she said was “that’s a good one,” so you took it to the common room and stretched out by the fire with the book tucked in your lap.

Now, the more you read, the lower you sink into the cushions and the closer you bring the novel to your face, afraid someone might see the scandalizing pages over your shoulder. Your eyes skate across the text, lips parted in disbelief as the girl in the book does things with her fake boyfriend slash enemy that you’ve never even heard of. You try to ignore the heat that it ignites deep in your belly, but you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together when the main character opens her mouth and takes her fake boyfriend’s c—

“Hi, love.”

The sofa shudders as James hops over the back of it, landing with a soft bounce on the cushions. “What’re you reading?” he asks, throwing an arm over your leg, his thumb absentmindedly tracing shapes over your knee.

“Nothing!” you say quickly, snapping the book shut.

James tilts his head, an amused glint in his eyes as they dart between your face and the book that you now hug protectively against your chest.

He chuckles softly. “Now I’m intrigued.”

You fiddle nervously with the soft tassel that hangs from your bookmark, right where it marks the very inappropriate page you left off on.

“It’s not my book,” you say.

“You’re reading it.”

“Well, it’s not very good!”

James tilts his head, furrowing his brow as his lip quirks up at the corner. “Let me see it.”

“No!” you say far too passionately, because it only makes him more interested.

“Come on. Since when do we keep things from each other?”

“You can’t pull the best friend card whenever you don’t get your way!” you complain.

“It’s only a book. You’re being silly,” he says. A leans over, trying to snatch the book from your grasp, but you won’t budge, your fingers tightly curled around the spine.

James crawls over you, laughing as he wrestles you for the book, which doesn’t take very much effort on his part. He doesn’t even have to flex his big arms to overpower you, and he easily pries each finger from the novel and pins them to the armrest above your head. You resort to pretending he’s hurting you, but he knows you too well to fall for your schemes.

“James, please!” you beg, and James looks entirely too amused about this.

He settles between your legs, laying the book on your tummy and flipping to the page you left off on. As a joke, he begins to read aloud. But he doesn’t get very far with that.

“Name-I-dunno-how-to-pronounce gasps at the sheer size of his co—oh…”

James’s voice ebbs off, but he doesn’t stop reading. The more he reads, the looser his grip on your wrists gets, until you’re finally able to break free and bury your face in your hands.

“I, uh…” James clears his throat, flipping to the next page. “I didn’t know this was your thing,” he says slowly.

Yesterday, James watched as a juvenile sexual joke Sirius made went right over your head. So he’s rather surprised to find that your chosen reading material is so x-rated.

“Why are you still reading?” you whine into your hands.

James finally notices how distressed you are, and discards the book to the side. “Hey,” he says softly, tugging your hands away from your face. You don’t bother fighting it. “It’s just a book.”

“I didn’t know it would be that kind of book. I-I took it at random from Lily’s shelf,” you tell him, the words rushing out of you.

“It’s okay,” he chuckles, leaning his cheek against the spot on your tummy where the book had been, knocking his glasses off-center. His hand slides up your side, thumb tracing gently along your ribs. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

You’re breath hitches, suddenly realizing James’s position between your legs. James has been your best friend since you were little, and with the comfort of knowing someone for that long comes a certain touchiness. At least when that someone is James. Cuddling, holding hands, sitting in his lap, you name it—it’s what you do, and it’s never been weird. Even this position isn’t new. But what is new is the way your heart stutters in your chest because of the proximity. You’re not sure if it's because of the embarrassment… or something else.

“So,” he starts, tickling your sides. “Did you like it?”

“James!” you shriek, giggling and squirming beneath him as you try to push his hands off.

He laughs, relenting from the tickling, but not the teasing. “Well, did ya?”

You stammer around a response as a heat rises to your cheeks.

“You did, didn’t you?” he asks again, squeezing your waist. You’re too flustered to notice the way his voice drops an octave, or the dark glint that appears in his eyes.

“It…” you squirm beneath him again for an entirely different reason. “It sorta confused me,” you murmur, nervously chewing your lower lip, looking up at the ceiling so that you don’t have to see his reaction.

You can’t deny that what you read had intrigued you—stirred something inside you. And you know what oral sex is, you’re not dumb! But that was… different. Not exactly what you’d pictured.

James, on the other hand, recognizes deep throating when he sees it.

James reaches up to tug your lip free with his thumb. “Why’s that, love?” he asks. When he sees your frown, he adds, “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Of course, you know this. This is James. Your James. What don’t you share with each other? Even when it comes to stuff like this. He was your first kiss, after all, when you got curious all those years ago. And your second, when you wanted to learn how to make out with someone, which happened more recently than you care to admit. And just the other day, James explained that gross joke Sirius made, and he’d been so sweet about it. You don’t see why you couldn’t talk to him about this too.

“Well… is that really what it’s like?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

James’s eyebrows raise, and he considers your question for a moment before he answers. “Sometimes. Depends on who you’re with and what you want.” As you ponder his words, he lets his curiosity get the best of him. “Do you think you’d want something like that?” he asks.

“I-I dunno. I-” You stammer, flustered at the question. “I mean, I… I don’t even understand… how did she…?” Your nose wrinkles up, in that adorable little way James loves so much, as you stumble through your response.

“How’d she what, love?”

Your mind drifts back to the pages. The descriptions about how well endowed the male character was—too wide for the main character to wrap one hand around, which you’re sure is impossible.

“Fit it,” you finish. James chuckles, trying and failing to stifle the noise, and your cheeks burn.

James opens his mouth, but the question he so badly wants to ask sits idly on the tip of his tongue. He shouldn’t. He knows how much you trust him, probably more than you should, so he really, really shouldn’t. But you’re so sweet, so pretty, so… curious. And if he thinks about it for long enough, he can convince himself that he’s only doing this to help you.

You.

His best friend.

His girl.

James’s girl—that’s what you are, that’s what you always will be. And he loves that. So, maybe, selfishly, he wants this because this would make you even more his. The idea of that is intoxicating (and makes his trousers feel a little tighter).

Finally, he gives in to his desires and asks, “Do you want me to show you?”

That’s how James manages to get you back to his dorm, kneeling on a pillow he placed on the hardwood, as he towers over you. Half-leaning on the bed behind him, and palming his cock through his jeans.

He can hardly believe the sight of you, kneeling for him, waiting so patiently for his instructions. That look in your eyes—so trusting, so reverent—it knocks the air right out of his lungs.

James gently caresses your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You sure you wanna do this, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice husky with desire. He’s giving you an out, but as you gaze up at him with those eager eyes, he knows you won’t take it.

Your nod is all he needs to see. James cups your jaw, running the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

“To do what the girl in the book was doing, you gotta start with some practice, yeah?” he begins.

“Okay,” you murmur, instinctively leaning into his touch.

“I wanna start by giving you my fingers. Alright?”

“Okay,” you repeat.

“Open your mouth for me, love,” he commands gently.

Nerves swirl around in your stomach, and you try to remind yourself that it’s just James as you part your lips, your tongue peeking out.

“That’s it. Here.”

James slides two fingers into your warm mouth, drawing circles on your tongue. It’s strange at first, having his fingers in your mouth. But as James looks at you with warmth swimming in his honey-colored eyes, something loosens. You push your tongue out a little more. The wet muscle curls around his fingers, and James can feel percum dampening the inside of his boxers.

“That’s it,” James whispers, slowly sliding his fingers deeper into your mouth.

His long digits reach the back of your throat, and your eyes start to sting when your gag reflex kicks in, your throat spasming around him. He pulls his fingers out a few inches, giving you room to breathe.

“Shh, it’s okay,” James says, stroking along your jaw with his thumb. “You’re okay. Just try to breathe through your nose.”

James slowly pushes his fingers in again once you’ve caught your breath, deeper this time. Your tongue fights against him, curling in to block your throat.

“Just relax,” James reminds you softly, coaching you through slow, deep breaths through your nose until his fingers no longer feel so intrusive, and you can manage to hold them deep in your mouth without really gagging.

“You’re doing so well,” James says, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Wanna try to suck on them f’me?”

James groans when you close your mouth around his fingers, gently sucking on the digits. Starting slowly, he pushes them in and out, coating your plush lips with your own spit.

“Fuck… you look so pretty like this,” he groans. “Good job, love,” he says, and you react to his proud smile with a bit of extra enthusiasm.

You suck a little harder, your cheeks hollowing as you bob your head in time with the pump of his fingers. He withdraws his fingers, smearing more saliva on your lips, and you’re eager to receive them again when he presses them back into your warm mouth.

“Look at you,” he coos, watching you take all three knuckles, your throat barely fluttering around him as you get used to the full feeling. “I think you’re ready for something a little bigger, baby,” he says, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop.

Your eyes fall from his face, setting your gaze on the bulge in his trousers. He strokes himself over the rough fabric, his cock aching after watching you take his fingers so well.

The buckle of his belt clinks as he undoes it. He slowly slides the leather free from the denim loops next. Your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath, watching in anticipation. His movements are careful, slow, almost like he’s teasing you. Or putting on a show for you.

James pushes his trousers and boxers down his muscular thighs, and his cock springs free. You can’t help flinching, and the reaction makes you feel ridiculous.

Your cheeks burn, and you suddenly feel a lot like the girl in the book. He’s not so big that you couldn’t wrap your hand all the way around him, but he is big. Bigger than you expected. Big enough for you to worry about fitting him.

You shift your weight from one leg to the other, a nervous tic.

James doesn’t have to ask if you’ve ever done this before. He already knows everything about you. With your inexperience in mind, he wants to let you experiment, to get a little more comfortable.

“How about you start by touching me, love?” he suggests, nodding in encouragement when you look up at him.

You tentatively wrap your hand around him, curiously running your thumb over every vein that runs along the length of his thick cock. James sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and your eyes widen as a slick liquid leaks from his tip, coating your thumb as you experimentally pump your hand.

James nearly loses it already, gripping the bedsheets behind him so tightly that his knuckles blanch as you work him with your smooth, delicate hand.

“Fuck,” he grunts, and you falter, eyes darting to his face to determine if that was a good reaction or a bad one. You land on good, if the admiration in his eyes is anything to go on.

He cups the side of your face, fingers threading into the hair behind your ear as his thumb strokes your cheek. “Open your mouth f’me, love.”

He replaces your hand with his own, giving himself a few pumps with a tighter, rougher grip as your mouth falls open for him.

“Wider, sweetheart. There you go,” he says as you slacken your jaw and push your tongue farther out. “Ready?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

James guides the head of his cock to your mouth. Your tongue twitches under the heavy weight of it.

“Can you suck on it, sweet girl? Just like my fingers.”

With only the fat head of his cock in your mouth, your lips stretch wide around him. You don’t know how you’ll possibly take him deeper, feeling your jaw strain just from this, and given that you were gagging before on only his slender fingers. But you trust James to take care of you as he pushes more of his length into your mouth.

“That feels so good, baby. You’re doing great,” he groans as you hollow your cheeks out, just like you did on his two fingers.

Fuck—you feel perfect around him. He can’t help but edge a little deeper. Only half of his length fits comfortably in your mouth, and with slow, steady rocking motions of his hips, he lets you adjust to the strain on your jaw. It takes a lot of restraint to keep his thrusts shallow. He aches to find out what that tight little throat of yours would feel like around him. To find out what it would feel like to fuck your pretty face senseless. But he doesn’t want to push you too far too fast.

“Good. That’s it, good girl,” he says, his voice strained. “Not so difficult so far, yeah?”

His praise makes you light up, and you hum around his cock in response. The vibrations send a shiver up his spine.

“Ffuh—fuck, baby. Wanna try taking me a little deeper? Like your book?” he asks. His heart pounds in his chest in anticipation.

You didn’t realize how much you’d love doing this. It’s not just the act, it’s James. You can tell you’re making him feel good by the way he looks at you and the breathless sound of his voice. It stirs up a heat deep in your gut and a proud flutter in your chest. So, of course, you agree with a little “mhm!”

James takes a deep, steadying breath. “We’re gonna take it slow. Tap my thigh if you need me to stop. Understand?”

You hum again, unable to respond any other way with your mouth so full. Finally, he begins to work himself deeper into your mouth.

“Don’t forget to breathe. You’re doing so good, taking me so well,” he coos, watching closely as your features twist in discomfort the deeper he gets. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but fuck, you feel unbelievable.

As his cock slides down your throat, your gag reflex kicks in. Tears burn your eyes, and it feels like you’re choking. You instinctively jerk your head back as a fit of coughs wrenches from your chest.

“Shh, easy. You’re okay. Take a deep breath,” James says gently, brows knit in concern. The hand that’s not in your hair rubs soothing circles on your upper back.

“‘M okay,” you croak, swallowing the saliva that pooled in your mouth. “I wanna try again,” you say once you’ve caught your breath.

James’s stomach flips at how determined you still are. It’s precious.

“Are you sure?” he asks, crouching to your level as he searches your eyes for even a speck of hesitation. “It’s okay if you’re not ready, love, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m sure,” you respond in earnest. You love that you’re making him feel good, and you love how sweet he’s being to you. You definitely don’t want to stop.

James grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he stands back up. “Atta girl,” he says, wiping a bit of spit from the corner of your mouth.

You open your mouth without needing to be told, and James slowly guides his cock back in.

“You can do it, baby,” he encourages. “Breathe.”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on breathing through your nose instead of the uncomfortable feeling in your throat.

Your throat constricts around him, and his entire body trembles with the effort it takes to stay still so that you can adjust. You try to fight through the gags, even as tears blur your vision and saliva floods your mouth. A small whine slips out when your jaw starts to ache, and your throat already starts to become sore.

It’s James who pulls back this time, concern coursing through him as tears slide down your cheeks.

“Shh, baby,” he murmurs, wiping the tears with his thumbs. “Remember, just relax. Focus on your breathing. Can you do that for me?”

“I can,” you promise.

“You wanna keep going?”

You nod, almost feverishly.

“Alright,” James exhales, guiding his cock back between your swollen lips.

Instead of trying to test how far he can slide it in, he slowly rocks his hips. Gently fucking your face, pulling back far enough for you to take a deep breath before he sinks into your throat again.

You grip his thighs, determined, as he tips his head back in pleasure. A delicious moan slips past his lips, and you know you must be doing something right, even as your throat flutters around his cock and drool dribbles down your chin, mixing with the fresh tears that have slid down your cheeks.

The slick mess of drool and tears drips down your neck too, soaking the collar of your shirt as James cock nudges deeper and deeper into your throat. James swears the sloppy sight alone could make him cum.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, his voice on the edge of a whine as he nears his release. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. That feels so good. Do you feel good?”

You hum around him, still loving the way he comes apart even as your fingernails dig into his thighs when he makes you gag again, and it sounds almost like retching this time as you squeeze your eyes shut.

When he pulls out of your mouth—which takes all his willpower—you gasp for air, struggling to catch your breath as you cough.

“Oh, sweetheart. Relax, it’s okay.” James smooths a hand down the back of your head, and he carefully massages your sore jaw with the other. “That’s enough, yeah? You took me so well, so deep, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

You don’t argue when he says you’ve had enough, not sure how much more you can take anyway, but a part of you is disappointed. As deep as he got, you’re not even sure he ever fit the whole length of him in your mouth.

He can see the disappointment on your face, and it sends a pang to his heart. But he can tell it hurts, and that’s the last thing he wants, so he’s firm in his decision that you’re done.

“It’s okay, baby. You did so good for me. So good.”

But he’s not done with you.

“Can you do something for me? All I need you to do is sit there and look pretty, can you do that?” he asks, taking his cock into the hand that’s not massaging your jaw.

You nod, blinking up at him with your wet lashes, not quite trusting your voice.

“Open your mouth for me, baby. Just a little bit.”

You watch as he slowly strokes his cock, and you think you know what he wants from you. So you open your mouth as wide as you comfortably can, sticking your tongue out for him.

“Such a pretty little mouth. Made me feel so good, you know that, baby? So fucking good.”

James pumps his cock in his fist fast, squeezing his fingers around his length. His eyes are trained on your face as you kneel there, so obediently. So eager to please. So fucking pretty.

James curses, groaning your name as the coil snaps. You flinch when hot ropes of his cum paint your face, landing on your tongue, coating your cheeks and chin with thick globs.

James pants, and you continue to sit just like that, his creamy release dripping from your outstretched tongue, making a mess on your shirt.

The sight of you like that is sinful. And it makes him so lightheaded that he thinks he might actually topple over. He grips the mattress behind him just in case.

“Can you swallow that for me, sweet girl?” he asks, out of breath.

You do as he says, closing your mouth and swallowing the salty cum that landed on your tongue, licking your lips clean while you’re at it.

“Good girl,” he purrs, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the rest off your face, swiping the soft fabric down your neck to clean up the saliva that dribbled down your chin too.

You sniffle a little as he swipes his thumbs underneath your eyes, wiping away any last remnants of your tears. You feel all warm and fuzzy inside as he takes care of you.

“Come here, love,” he says softly, helping you stand with a supporting hand on your elbow.

He wraps one of his big arms around you, rubbing soothing circles against your back. His free hand continues massaging your neck and jaw, easing away the strain and tension.

“You’re so lovely,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your tired jaw. “You did so good.”

His lips graze the corner of your mouth. He wants to kiss you so badly, but decides that calls for another conversation, another time, first.

For now, he kisses your cheek, murmuring, “Bet if we do that a few more times, you’ll be able to do it just like the girl in the book. Like the sound of that, sweetheart?”

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“You get more and more beautiful every day,” James murmurs through kisses pressed against your swollen tummy.

“James,” you moan as he curls his two fingers inside of you, stroking that soft, spongy spot that makes your hips jolt.

You’re sprawled out on the mattress, t-shirt bunched up about your chest, panties hanging off one ankle because James was too eager to pull them off completely.

“You’re a goddess,” James groans, free hand climbing up your side to knead your breast. He’s very appreciative of the cup size you’ve gained from your pregnancy.

James has and will always love your body, no matter how many fluctuations or changes you go through for any reason. But admittedly, this change has made him rather feral. You thought he was handsy before, but now? He’s become insatiable. He’s touching you constantly, often pressing you into the mattress or sofa so he can climb between your legs and show you just how much he loves you like this.

He rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I have half a mind to keep you knocked up, keep you round and swollen with my babies all the time,” he says, his voice husky with want. His thumb slides up through your slick folds, rubbing tight circles against your clit.

“Oh god,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. You think that if this is what you’re in for, you might just let him. But you’re not exactly thinking with your head right now.

He feels your walls clench around his fingers and he knows you're close. He pumps his fingers a bit faster, presses with his thumb a bit harder. Filthy, wet squelching sounds fill the room as he works you to the edge, and your thighs start to tremble.

“Feel good?” he grunts.

“Yes,” you moan, voice high-pitched and needy. “Please, please!” you beg, even though he’s already giving you everything you need.

“That’s it, love,” he says, pinching your sensitive nipple hard and circling his thumb faster. “Cum for me.”

Your hand in his hair tugs sharply as a loud, unabashed moan tumbles from your lips. James’s fingers keep moving inside of you, prolonging your orgasm until you’re spent and boneless.

Your body involuntarily jolts when he finally retracts his fingers, and a low laugh rumbles from his throat. His fingers glisten with your wetness, and he watches your slick web between his fingers as he spreads them apart. He then brings them to his lips, groaning at your taste as he sucks them clean.

“You’re perfect,” he says reverently. His hands smooth over every inch of skin he can reach as he kisses up your body, taking his time, appreciating every dip and curve—heat blooms across your skin in the wake of his touch.

He kisses your lips, the taste of you still lingering as he lines up with your still sensitive hole. He slowly sinks into your wetness, and a low rumble is pulled from his throat. By the time he’s buried to the hilt, his whole body has gone tense with need.

“You feel so good,” he grunts, sitting back on his knees to get the perfect view of you as he slowly rocks his hips against yours. His eyes trail over every inch of your body reverently, gently rubbing your belly with his large hands. “Look so fucking good. You’re so beautiful.”

“Don’t know what you’re gonna do when I finally pop,” you say, a squeak in your voice as James grinds the head of his cock against your sensitive walls with every languid thrust.

“Fuck you just like this,” James growls, dick twitching inside you. “Wanna stuff you full over and over.”

James continues at a torturously slow pace, being frustratingly gentle with you. Giving you just enough to tease. He brings you back to the edge and keeps you there until you’re whimpering and writhing beneath him, rocking your hips to chase his next thrust.

You gasp sharply when his right hand trails downward to rub rough circles against your clit, finally giving you what you need. Drawing another orgasm from you in seconds. Your walls pulse around his length, pulling one from him, and he finally spills inside of you with a raspy groan.

He doesn’t move right away, keeping you stuffed full of his cum. For a while, he just admires you like this. Satisfied and panting beneath him. So full of him in so many beautiful ways.

His heart does that funny stutter it does sometimes. Like when he sees that one smile you reserve just for him, or that pretty ring on your finger you never take off, and now the round belly that makes you a family. It feels like his heart is still trying to catch up with how much he loves you.

James slowly slides out of you, sucking in a breath through his teeth. You scrunch your nose as you both feel the loss of each other. James presses a kiss to the tip of your nose as if to soothe you as he settles in beside you. Kissing your cheek next, then the corner of your mouth, and he finally reaches your lips. His kiss is soft and tender as a hand rubs wide, soothing circles over your bump.

Your hand drops to rest over his as he pulls back.

“I really don’t know what you’ll do once I finally have the baby,” you repeat the sentiment, mostly joking, but James doesn’t take it lightly.

“I’ll love you all the same,” he murmurs, now peppering your cheeks with even more kisses. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, unsatisfied with his own answer, and pulls back.

“More,” he amends, a twinkle in his eyes as they bore into yours. “Every day I wake up, I only love you more. That won’t change.”

He proves that every single day, for the rest of your life.

The Slytherin common room was shrouded in the perpetual gloom of the Black Lake's underwater glow, casting eerie green shadows. It was late, well past curfew, the fireside reduced to embers that barely warmed the chill air. She, a fifth-year Slytherin with sharp wit and sharper ambitions, lounged on a velvet armchair, her emerald robes discarded in favor of a simple black slip that clung to her curves. She flipped through a potions textbook, but her mind wandered to the two boys who occupied far too much of her thoughts.

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Both pure-blood heirs, both devastatingly handsome in their own ways—Draco with his platinum hair and aristocratic sneer, Theo with his brooding intensity and tousled dark locks. She had fallen into a friends-with-benefits arrangements with each separately over the past year. Draco's encounters were all fire and possession, his hands claiming her body like it was his birthright. Theo's were slower, more deliberate, his touches unraveling her with a quiet hunger that left her breathless. They knew about each other—Slytherins thrived on secrets, after all—but an unspoken rule kept their paths from crossing: her time with one never overlapped with the other. It worked, mostly.

Tonight, though, fate—or perhaps the devilish luck of Slytherin—had other plans. The heavy door to the boys' dormitory creaked open, and Draco strode in first, his tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He spotted her immediately, a predatory smile curling his lips. "Hey," he says, voice low and laced with intent. "Fancy finding you here alone."

Before she could respond, another figure emerged from the shadows near the stairs—Theo, his prefect badge glinting faintly, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "Malfoy," Theo said flatly, his gaze shifting to her. "Didn't realize you had dibs tonight."

Her heart stutters. She sat up straighter, crossing her legs to hide the sudden flush creeping up her thighs. "Boys," she said coolly, though her pulse raced. "This isn't a queue."

Draco's eyes flicked to Theo, a spark of rivalry igniting. "She's not your property, Nott. I was here first."

Theo stepped closer, his tall frame casting a long shadow. "And? She's not yours either. We've kept this civil so far."

The air thickened with tension, the kind that could snap into a hex or something far more heated. She watched them, a thrill uncoiling in her belly. She'd fantasized about this—both of them, together, their egos clashing over her body. But saying it aloud? That was a risk even for a Slytherin.

"Why fight?" she interjected, her voice steady despite the heat building between her legs. "You both want the same thing. Me." She uncrossed her legs deliberately, letting the slip ride up her thigh. Their eyes followed the movement, Draco's jaw tightening, Theo's breath hitching.

Draco recovered first, a smirk returning. "Share? With Nott? I'd sooner hex myself."

But Theo's gaze lingered on her, dark and considering. "She's right. No point in arguing. Unless..." He trailed off, a sly glint in his eye mirroring Draco's ambition.

"Unless what?" Draco demanded.

"We make it interesting. A competition. Whoever makes her cum the most wins. Loser backs off for a month." Theo's words hung in the air, bold and challenging.

Her stomach clenched at the idea. "And if I say no?"

Draco knelt before her, his hand sliding up her calf, fingers tracing the sensitive skin behind her knee. "You won't. Admit it—you've thought about this."

She had. Of course she had. Theo moved to her other side, his fingers brushing her hair from her shoulder, lips grazing her ear. "Say yes. Let us show you what the two of us can do."

Her resolve crumbled under their touches. "Fine. But my rules: safe words. 'Serpent' to stop. And you take turns—no ganging up unless I say."

They nodded, the agreement sealed with a shared, hungry look. Draco stood, offering his hand. "My room. Now."

Draco's dormitory was all dark wood and silver accents, the four-poster bed dominating the space. She entered first, the door clicking shut behind Theo. The air hummed with anticipation. She turned to face them, slipping the straps of her nightdress down her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Naked now, her skin prickled under their stares—Draco's appreciative and possessive, Theo's intense and appraising.

"Beautiful," Theo murmured, stepping forward to trace the curve of her hip.

Draco shoved him aside lightly. "My turn first. Rules are rules." He guided her to the bed, laying her back against the cool sheets. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue demanding entry, hands roaming her body. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled hard. She arched into him, moaning into the kiss as he pinched one peak, rolling it between his fingers.

Theo watched from the edge of the bed, his cock straining against his trousers, but he held back, eyes locked on where Draco's hand dipped between her thighs. Draco spread her legs wide, exposing her slick pussy to the room. "Already wet for me," he taunted, glancing at Theo. "Let's see how long she lasts."

He lowered his head, breath hot against her folds before his tongue flicked out, lapping at her clit. She gasps, fingers tangling in his blond hair. Draco ate her out with fervor, sucking her clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Two fingers plunged inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her vision blur. He pumped them relentlessly, his free hand holding her thigh down as she bucked.

"That's it," Draco growled against her skin. "Cum on my tongue. Show Nott how good I make you feel."

The pressure built fast, her walls fluttering around his fingers. She cried out, orgasm ripping through her, slick coating his chin as she shuddered. Draco licked her clean, smug as he pulled back. "One for me."

She panted, body still tingling, but Theo was already there, stripping off his shirt to reveal toned muscles scarred from Quidditch. "My turn." He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass presented to him. His hands kneaded her cheeks, spreading them to expose her fully. "Such a pretty pussy. Dripping from him already."

He didn't tease; Theo dove in, tongue thrusting into her entrance, fucking her with it while his thumb circled her clit. She moaned into the pillow, pushing back against his face. He added fingers, three now, stretching her wider than Draco had, scissoring to rub her inner walls. His other hand reached around to tweak her nipple, pulling until she whimpered.

"Come on, baby," Theo urged, voice muffled. "Give me one. Let me taste it."

She shattered again, faster this time, her pussy clenching hard around his tongue as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Theo hummed in approval, lapping up her release before withdrawing. "One for me. Tied."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Not for long." He undressed swiftly, his cock springing free—long and pale, veined and curving slightly. He positioned her on her back again, hooking her legs over his shoulders. "Watch this, Nott." With one thrust, he buried himself inside her, groaning at the tight heat.

She whines, the fullness overwhelming after the oral. Draco set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward, cock dragging against her sensitive spots. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand wrapped around her throat—not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of control. "Feel that? My cock owning this pussy."

She clawed at his back, nails leaving red trails, the edge building anew. Theo stroked himself slowly, mesmerized by the sight of Draco pounding into her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She came hard, walls milking Draco's length, but he didn't stop, fucking her through it until she sobbed from the overstimulation.

"Two," Draco panted, pulling out just before he lost control. His cock glistened with her arousal.

Theo wasted no time, flipping her onto all fours facing him. He shed his pants, his cock thicker than Draco's, with a slight upward curve. "My go." He rubbed the head along her slit, teasing her entrance before slamming in. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, the stretch burning sweetly.

Theo gripped her hips, thrusting deep and slow at first, grinding against her clit with each roll. Then he sped up, one hand sliding to rub circles on her swollen nub. "Look at me," he commanded. She did, eyes locking as he fucked her relentlessly. His free hand pinched her clit, the sharp sensation pushing her over.

She came with a wail, pussy spasming, squirting a little onto his thighs. Theo growled, holding her steady. "Two. Still tied."

The competition intensified. Draco claimed the next round, sitting on the bed and pulling her onto his lap, facing away. He guided her down onto his cock reverse cowgirl, hands on her ass as she rode him. "Bounce, darling. Harder." She did, slamming down, his length hitting deep. He reached around to finger her clit, the dual penetration from his cock and fingers sending her spiraling. Her orgasm hit her like lightning, her cries echoing off the stone walls.

"Three for me," Draco announced, voice strained.

Theo took over seamlessly, laying her on her side and lifting one leg high. He entered her from behind, spooning close, his cock stroking her g-spot with precision. His hand snaked around to play with her breasts, twisting nipples while he whispered filthy encouragements. "Cum again. Soak my cock." She did, body convulsing, tying it at three.

Sweat slicked their skin, the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping and her moans. She was a mess—hair tangled, lips swollen, pussy aching but craving more. The boys switched again, Draco eating her out while Theo fucked her mouth. She sucked Theo eagerly, tongue swirling around his head, hollowing her cheeks as he thrust shallowly.

Draco's tongue worked her clit, fingers inside, and she came around them, the vibration of her moan making Theo groan. But he pulled out before finishing. "Four for me."

Theo retaliated by bending her over the bed, ass up, and spanking her lightly before plunging in. He fucked her hard, hand fisting her hair, pulling her head back. "Scream for me." She did, orgasm ripping through as his cock pulsed inside her.

"Four."

The turns blurred—Draco using a vibrating charm on a silver ring from his wand, sliding it onto his finger to buzz against her clit while he thrust; Theo binding her wrists with a soft silk tie, teasing her with feather-light touches before ravaging her. She lost count, each one more intense, her body trembling from the onslaught.

By the tenth—five each—they were all fraying. Draco had her on her back, legs spread wide, cock driving deep while Theo knelt by her head, feeding her his length. She gagged slightly as Theo hit the back of her throat, but the fullness from both ends pushed her to cum again, pussy clenching Draco.

"Wait," Draco gasped, pulling out. "Tie at six? No—wait, that's seven for me if she..."

She came untouched from the intensity, slick dripping. Theo laughed breathlessly. "Call it even. Or keep going."

Her voice hoarse, managed, "Together. Both of you. Now."

They didn't argue. Theo lay back, pulling her on top, impaling her on his cock. Draco positioned behind, slicking himself with her arousal before pressing against her ass. "Relax," he murmured, inching in. The double penetration stretched her impossibly, pain-pleasure blurring as they filled her.

They moved in tandem, Theo thrusting up into her pussy, Draco grinding into her ass. Hands everywhere—Draco's on her breasts, squeezing and slapping lightly; Theo's on her clit, rubbing furiously. She was lost, sensations overwhelming, orgasms chaining one after another until she couldn't distinguish them.

"Fuck—!" Draco came first, spilling hot inside her ass, the clench triggering Theo. He followed, flooding her pussy, their releases mixing as she shattered between them.

They collapsed in a tangle, breaths ragged, bodies spent. No winner declared—the competition forgotten in the haze of satisfaction. She lay between them, sated and sore, a sly smile on her lips. "Best night ever. Rematch?"

Draco chuckled, kissing her shoulder. "You're on."

Theo nuzzled her neck. "As long as we share."

But soon enough all those apprehension flew right past your head once you were being fucked hard into oblivion by Megumi— he’s basically mounting you, his larger frame almost crushing your back as you lay on your stomach. Your ass arching up a bit to accommodate the amelioration of the angle. His curved dick sliding in and out of your gushing cunt with ease every time he humps himself into you. His pelvis slapping against the fat of your ass so lewdly, causing the flesh to jiggle like jello against him. Literally, all that could be heard were his loud breathing and occasional groans, your pathetic moaning and babbling a bunch of god knows what, along with the constant sounds of his meaty balls thwacking against your puffy clit—that’s practically wet and dripping with slick. It was actually so fucking nasty how wet you were, coating and drooling all over his cock with your aroused slick as your snugged pussy enveloped his mean cock.

“Fuck you hear how soaked she is for me? Such a little slut. You don’t care what the situation is, you just wanna get your little hole stuffed and fucked like a horny bitch, is that right?” his deep voice rasped against your ear, it was pretty hilarious to you that he was saying that when he was the one groping you from behind and kissing your neck while rubbing his hard bulge into your ass with your skirt hauled up just seconds after he joined you—basically the one to initiate what was happening in the first place. You weren’t even surprised though, Megumi always had a thing for sneaky fucking—An exhibition freak.

You moaned out like brainless slut, placing one of your hands on Megumi’s right hand, which is balled up into a fist to ground himself at the sides of your head. He was so close to you that you could smell the delicious scent of his cologne—sweet and minty, wafting straight into your nostrils, making your mind hazy.

“Gumiii” you whined, feeling your brains getting fucked out that you're just babbling nonsense at the point. “Hmm? What is it baby” he moved his head closer to yours, licking a long stripe on the side of your neck that sent shivers down your spine. "We need to ngh—Hur-ry, or we’ll get cccaught!” You yelped suddenly, biting your lips when you felt two of his lengthy fingers toying with your nipple, tugging and pinching the hard bud.

“Oh yeah? Then I guess you’ll just have to be a good girl f’me and be extra fucking quiet or would you rather let everyone see and hear you getting fucked dumb and stupid by your stepbrother’s cock?” His deep voice whispered in your ear, a tiny smirk plastered on the corner of his face that immediately made your pussy clenched even harder around his girth, Your jaw dropped as his cockhead kissed your cervix, making your eyes roll back in your head. It’s like every time he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into you, your mind goes clumsy and you turn into a brainless zombie.

There’s no way any one couldn’t hear the loud thumping noises and loud moans coming from the attic—there’s no way fucking way but by the way Megumi was being an arrogant lil shit and stretching your little pussy open with his cock so brutally to accommodate his size like this, making you moan uncontrollable as if he wants someone to hear and get caught, he doesn’t seem to give a shit.

“Fuckk wish I could suck on those pretty tits” he murmured as he fondled with your breast, groping and squeezing the soft flesh as you shiver slightly because of his cold hands. He quickly lets go and wraps his big hand over your throat, angling your head to look up at him, a dark glint beaming in his eye with a tiny smirk as he eyed your fucked out face. He watched as your face distorted in pleasure, his thick cock twitching in your pussy knowing that he was the reason for that. You opened your mouth, acquitting a loud pornographic moan, Megumi used that as a perfect opportunity to corrugate his lips, a loud “pff” sound ringing in your ears as you felt a thick substance hitting your tongue. “Swallow it now” he ordered nonchalantly, dark blue eyes piercing into your soul. You did as you were told and swallowed his spit, opening your mouth after to prove it to him.

“Mmm That’s a gooddd girl, fuckk this pussy s’good, imagine if I blow my load inside this pretty cunt and fill you up, bet you’d like that yeah? Wanna give your mom and Toji some snotty little grandkids?” He babbles maniacally in your ear as you go stupid, feeling your orgasm approaching.

He noticed. Hand enthralling harder around your neck as he buckled his hips against you roughly, pulling his thick cock out of you just to bully it right back into your tight hole faster knocking loud whimpers out of you. He quickly lets go of your neck, his hand snaking its way to your sticky clit, using three fingers to sloppily rub circles on it without any type of rhythm, if you weren’t fucked so dumb right now you might’ve actually had a chance to recognize the messy spelling of his name rubbing onto your clit. “Fuckkk—look at this greedy little pussy squeezing my cock like this, you gonna cum? You really gonna make a mess on your step-brothers dick? Fuck you’re suchhh a little slut, baby. He laughed while moaning, feeling your pussy milking his cock for his own release. Fuck he really is considering fucking a baby into you at this point, your pussy was driving him crazy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head so pathetically as you screamed his name, feeling your hole spasming around his length as you squirted on his cock and all over the floor. Wet squelching noises achoing against the thin wooden walls as he fucked the liquid out of you, steams of your pussy juice heaving everywhere.

“Shitt you squirted??Oh fuckfuckfuck, What a dirty bitch” he gritted his teeth, almost losing his mind. Oh he’s trying his best to hold onto the small amount of sanity he has left as his cock molds your hole perfectly, his thick girth sliding into your pussy painfully fast because of your wetness. His mean tip grazing against your g-spot perfectly that it made your toes curl. You can feel literally feel how much his cock was twitching and beating against your fluttery walls, His eyes screwed shut as he emptied his balls into your messy pussy, cum overflowing and pooling everywhere as he shot ropes of his seed into your womb.

“Holy fuckkk yeah you’re definitely hah—carrying my kid, woman” he groaned loudly, stilling himself inside of you for a bit to catch his breathe before picking himself up from your back to rest himself on the back of your thighs, his eyes fixated on the mess between your thighs. He bit his lips, slowly slipping his cock out of you as he watched as your mixed cum leaks out of you. You whined lowly feeling so stuffed full yet so empty at the same time without Megumi’s cock. You body fully collapsed on the floor, you were so fucked out you couldn’t even process anything as he slowly spread your cheeks, getting a better view of your ruined hole before slapping his dick on your cunt, he let it a low “fuck” as your juices splattered on him.

“Such a messy bitch” he muttered with low grunt, Slapping his soaked cock on your cheeks.

“Best little step-sister aren’t ya?” He smirks. About to open his mouth to speak again before the attic door flew open, causing the two of you to jolt unexpectedly—both eyes shooting open toward the source.

“Fuck, Jamie! Shit, just like that!” 

His tongue was lapping against your cunt, up and down like he was a starved man eating for the first time. His arms were wrapped around your thighs and his hands splayed across your stomach, keeping you pressed down against the bed as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. 

He had been sheepish and blushy when he approached you less than an hour ago, saying he wanted to try something new that you hadn’t tried before. He told you that he wanted to go down on you, he wanted to experiment something that he had read up in one of those dirty magazines Sirius smuggled in from the muggle world. 

You agreed with a smile. 

Little did you realise you would be lying on your bed, body squirming and shaking because as it turned out, James Potter was fucking relentless when it came to eating you out. 

He loved it. He loved the taste of you and the way your fingers pulled and tugged at his curls. He loved the way you screamed his name, your teary eyes meeting his as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. He loved the way your thighs squeezed against his ears, trapping him between your legs even when you moaned and whined that it was far too much.

“I-I can’t,” you choked out between moans, your whole body feeling like it was on fire as he lazily made out with your soaking cunt. Your thighs and the lower half of his face was glistening with your slick but he didn’t care, not one fucking bit. “It’s too much, I can’t—”

“One more,” he groaned against you, his words muffled as he squeezed your thighs tighter like he was scared you’d run away. “One more, love, please?”

Your eyes shifted down to find him lifting his head a little, his lips all red and swollen and shiny and his cheeks flushed pink. He looked drunk, the happy kind of drunk where the buzz was at its peak and you never wanted the night to end. He looked like he was happy to stay where he was forever.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” he murmured as he pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your thighs. “Got a few more tricks Pads’ magazine said. Can I try them, love? Please?”

He was borderline begging, wide eyes staring up at you through slightly askewed, fogged up glasses and you couldn’t say no to him, not when he asked you so nicely. 

“One more, Jamie,” you murmured, your stomach tightening in anticipation as the boy grinned boyishly in response. “One more.”

He made you come three more times before he finally crawled up the bed, wrapping his arms around your torso and falling asleep with his head on your chest and your hands in his hair.

“Oh fuck,” your head hit the wall with a thump as you fought to keep your eyes open. “James, baby, please—”

“My pretty girl,” he groaned as his palms massaged the fat of your thighs, squeezing and pulling as he tugged one of your legs over his shoulder. “Taste so fucking good.”

“James,” you breathed out, your gaze shifting down but your skirt intruded the sight of your boyfriend lapping shamelessly at your cunt. “Someone can see us—”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled, his nose nudging against your sensitive clit until you were almost keeling over him. “Wanna taste my girl, princess. Can’t keep me away from her.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your body was humming with white, hot pleasure and the mere fact that anybody—whether it be a student or a professor or even a fucking ghost—could turn the corner as see your boyfriend pressing you against the wall, kneeling between your legs as he ducked under your skirt to eat you out. 

As it would turn out, the side effect of the dodgy potion made your boyfriend fucking insatiable. You had come more times in the last twenty-four hours than you probably had in the last few weeks, and it was all to do with the fact that James couldn’t get enough of you. 

He had you sprawled across the bed until you whined about other people hearing during the night. He had you bent over the common room couch when the rest of the castle was asleep. He had you pressed against the edge of the tub in the prefect bathrooms in the morning. He had his cock down your throat in the quidditch broom closet. He had you up against one of the windows on the staircase up to the divination tower between classes.

James Potter hadn’t let you have a single break to catch your breath since he was hit with the potion, and it was honestly a shock you were still standing at this point. 

“James, baby, please,” you whined, the noise was pathetic and needy, and something about the fact you could hear him slurping against your wet pussy between your pleas just made the coil in your stomach tighten. “We can’t—”

“Shhh, you can take it,” he murmured as his hands tightened around your thighs, pulling you closer to him until you were slumped against the wall with his face pressed against your cunt. “You’re still dripping, princess, can taste myself inside you.”

“Shit,” you hissed, your eyes clenching shut as your thighs squeezed around his head. “James—”

“Fuck, honey, need to fill you up again,” his voice was needy and whiny as he pulled his head out from under your skirt, his nose and chin and lips glistening with your arousal. Your eyes shifted down to see the way his cock strained in his trousers, how hard he was from simply making you come twice on his tongue. “You gonna help me out, princess? Gonna take my cock again?”

You were exhausted and you didn’t even know if you could stand up any longer, but the sight of your boyfriend pleading on his knees as he palmed his cock had your resolve shattering in seconds. 

“Please, Jamie, fill me up again.”

Growing up, you always felt like somewhat of an outcast around your friends.

You loved your dad — of course you did, but sometimes, you mourned the woman that birthed you even though she wasn’t dead. As a kid, you always heard your friends talking about family traditions they had — large Christmas dinners with siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles, thanksgiving plans, a vacation spot them and their family would constantly visit.

You never had that.

Hopper raised you on his own since your mother walked out on you as a baby. You didn’t have any siblings and Dad didn’t either, meaning that when it came to “traditions” you both sort of missed out on that.

But there was always one thing that remained constant. The camping trip in the woods.

Yes, you and hopper lived in the woods already, but ever since you were a kid, you and Dad would drive out far into the woods away from the cabin and set up a tent to sleep in. You loved it as a kid — loved listening to the stories from when he was a boy in scouts around the campfire, loved the sweet, warm taste of the hot chocolate he’d make you run down your throat.

But now, at twenty years old? Being dragged out into the middle of nowhere in the cold while you listened to you father chew too loudly on his stick of toasted marshmallow wasn’t as much fun.

So now, here you were seated in your green camping chair, sipping from a coke with a straw with your chin in your palm, your foot mindlessly kicking at the dirt beneath you as Jim droned on about some idiot he pulled over for speeding yesterday.

Hopper pauses his rant, taking a second to look at you properly — your slouched posture, tired eyes, complete lack of interest in his story. “Jesus, might as well be talkin’ to the wall here, kid.” He complains, finally, after what felt like years, swallowing the goddamn marshmallow in his mouth.

The twitch in his tone catches your attention, suddenly aware that he’d caught on to your detachment. “Oh — what?” You ask, sitting up to try and gather yourself.

Hopper scoffs a bitter laugh, tossing the stick he was previously holding his marshmallow on into the fire. He shakes his head, leaning forward in his own chair with his elbows on his knees. “I was just telling you a whole story there and you look like you’d rather be shovelling shit,” he chuckles, sighing shortly after when you didn’t show any humour. “What’s wrong kid? You’ve been in a mood since we got here.”

Even though his tone didn’t have heat behind it — more disappointment than anger, it still irritated you. It felt accusatory even if he didn’t intent it to be so. Suddenly, you sit up, swinging your hair from your face as your brows furrow together.

Oh here we go, Jim thinks. What did he say now?

“A mood? How have I been in a mood, dad? I’m just sitting here.” You respond belligerently, annoyance rising in your voice.

And if you were being honest, he wasn’t way off. You weren’t exactly skipping through the daisies about spending the night out in the cold, sharing a crappy tent with your Dad, but the last thing you needed was to be called out on your mood.

But by the look on Jim’s face, he wasn’t about to take any shit from you tonight and if you were in his position, you probably wouldn’t either. You were probably were being a huge cunt right now, not that you would ever admit it.

He raises an eyebrow at your tone, his head turning to the side. “You better watch that tone, young lady. We’re out here tryin’ to have a nice time and I’m not gonna have you ruin it with your narkiness.”

You smile angrily, standing up from your seat. “Young lady,” you scoff. “I’m twenty years old, Dad! And you don’t get to just call me out when misbehaving.” You exclaim, using finger quotes to punctuate the last word.

You begin to stomp away toward the tent a couple feet away from the campfire, your sneakers crunching in the leaves and earth beneath you. Dad stands up from his seat too, trailing behind you as you start to rant.

“I mean,” you start, not turning back to face him. “If I was in a mood — which I am not — can you really blame me? I’m not trying to be rude, but who would even wanna stay out here anyway, there’s literally — ” Just as you’re about to reach the tent, you feel a rough hand wrapping around your bicep, spinning you around to face him, hopper is red in the face with anger from your lack of respect. You stumble a little, but he doesn’t dare let you fall.

Dad backs you up against the tent until his body is pressed against yours, his hand parting from your arm to grab your jaw harshly, fingers digging into your skin as you gasped at the suddenness of everything. “C’mon, finish that sentence,” hopper snarls threateningly, his face now inches from yours. Your eyes flick between his own, dilating in intimidation. “Fuckin’ brat. What is it, huh? Cat got your tongue?”

You breath shallowly, wanting so badly to just stick up for yourself, be that outspoken twenty-year old you were no more than forty seconds ago. But the way his body pressed against yours, the way you felt yourself drip slowly into a pool of submission, you just knew how this would end.

You being fucked stupid.

And you know what? You weren’t all that opposed to it. Maybe you did just need a good dicking down from Dad to set you straight. So of course, you couldn’t help but let the meek whimper fall from your lips.

Jim’s lips turn upwards in a twisted sort of sneer, clearly satisfied with his ability to browbeat you so easily. Maybe working as a cop did come with its perks. He nods mockingly, dropping your jaw. “That’s what I thought. Not so big and scary now, are you? Now get your ass into that fuckin’ tent before I drag you in there myself.”

The sound of the tent zipper being pulled shut washed around your head. You were now sitting crisscrossed on the blow up mattress inside the two-man tent, anxiously fiddling with your fingers as you waited for Dad to turn back around. When he did, his face was firm. One that told you there was no room for arguing with whatever kind of punishment he was about to give you.

Part of you hoped to just get away with a slap on the wrist, but knowing your father, you knew it would be far from that. Even as a kid before any of the sexual stuff happened between you two, he was firm, aggressively so sometimes. He wouldn’t hesitate in giving you a firm slap to knock some sense into you, and you definitely got a few of those in your rebellious teenage days.

Hopper sits down next to you on the mattress, patting his lap emotionlessly. “Over my knee, not gonna repeat myself.”

You wanted to reply with something like “I wasn’t gonna ask you to,” but you decided it would be better not to for the sake of your butt cheeks. You knew what was coming now.

Spanks.

They weren’t the worst punishment you’d received, that would definitely have to go to the time he fingered your ass with no lube because you’d missed you curfew. But still, you weren’t feeling too excited about the whole ordeal. You swallow harshly, cautiously sitting up on your knees and crawling over to your father, laying stomach first over his lap until your butt was facing up. Your face smushes into the mattress, your breath staying held in your lungs as you anticipated the sting of his large palm.

First, he grabs ahold of the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear, pulling them roughly until he could drag them down enough to free your bare ass. You kick the clothing off your legs the rest of the way until it hits the floor, hissing when you feel his callused hand stroke the skin there. “Such a shame, baby. This pretty ass — bouta get fucking ruined. Just don’t know when to stop running that damn mouth.”

And then it happens, a hard smack landing on the skin of your ass. Your body jolts froward, the muscles in your butt cheeks clenching instinctively. You shriek at the inital shock, biting down hard on your lip.

“Gotta toughen up kid,” hopper states, landing another smack on your sore butt before his fingers begin to wonder lower, brushing the folds of your pussy. To his surprise, the smallest touch of his middle finger resulted in a clear, shiny coat of arousal to decorate his skin. His dirty girl, you were enjoying this. “Gonna spread these pussy lips too, spank this little cunt so you really get the message.”

“N-no, daddy — i don’t — I don’t like when you spank my pussy,” you protest, starting to wriggle away from him, but his large hands prevent you from getting away. He uses both his thumbs to gently pull apart the folds of your vulva, then bringing three fingers down on the sensitive area in a cruel smack.

“Don’t get to decide, baby girl,” He grits, hitting the spot once again before bringing his hand back up to your butt. “You don’t even get to speak.” his hands connects with the skin of your bum multiple times now, causing you to mewl and scratch at the mattress. Thick globs of tears well in your eyes until you can’t force them to stay there anymore. They start to fall along with sniffling, pitiful sobs.

Jim rolls his eyes, clearly fed up with your complaining. He sighs in a compassionless manner, landing one more smack on your ass except this time, it was a little softer. It was still painful, just a little more firmer than aggressive. “Always with the fuckin’ tears. Up, come on.”

You shakily shift completely off his lap, rolling over until you could sit up on your knees. Your face was blotchy from crying and your pretty eyes — the ones you and Jim both shared — were shining and glowy from tears.

Jim sat for a second, trying to decide what he wanted to do with you. He wasn’t gonna let you get away with being disrespectful, that would just be bad parenting. You needed to learn a lesson. Learn some fucking manners.

He stands up suddenly, unzipping his pants without making eye contact. You watch as his jeans fall to the ground alongside his white underwear, his thick, girthy cock springing free between his legs — bobbing enticingly.

You don’t think that you’d ever gotten used to seeing Dad’s cock. Your whole relationship with him was messy and obscene — illegal even. You knew it was wrong and everytime you saw that dick the realisation would always hit you. But not in a way some may think. Of course there was guilt when it hit, but there was also a strange sort of adrenaline that came along with it from its taboo nature.

“On your stomach. Ass up in the air.” Jim orders gruffly, not taking the time give you a kiss and explain that it was daddy and baby girls “special time now” like he normally did when he wasn’t mad at you. You didn’t hesitate. You wanted this just as much as he seemed to with the stiffness of his cock.

You roll over onto your stomach, positioning yourself in such a way that the side of your face was down into the mattress while your ass was arched up in the air, giving Dad the perfect angle in which to fuck you in. You feel the make shift bed dip beneath you as hoppers weight sets over it. You can hear the lewd sound of him spitting down onto the skin of his cock and massaging it in with his palm — groaning low in his throat as he strokes himself. You whimper softly, both your hands gripping the material of the sleeping bag beneath you.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” You croak, your voice cautious and fragile as if you were bracing yourself for another slap that didn’t come.

Hop exhales heavily, grabbing himself by the base and notching himself at your entrance. He reaches over your body and grabs a hold of your hair, lifting your head and pushing it down into the fabric, muffling the squeak of confusion from you. “Thought I made myself clear a minute ago,” his hips suddenly snap forward, filling you to the hilt in one, singular thrust with complete lack of sympathy for your comfort.

You squeal into the mattress at the sudden, unexpected intrusion, your father’s heavy cock stretching you uncomfortably wide. It wasn’t that you weren’t wet down there, you were. But it still didn’t do much to dull the sharp pain from his cock. “Fuck!” You shout almost as if on instinct, completely in shock.

Jim starts to snap his hips back and forward quickly, creating a hard and fast rhythm of fucking that you weren’t entirely used to. Jim punished you a lot, but he wasn’t the most energetic person. It obviously takes a lot of stamina to be able to fuck a person this hard which was likely why he didn’t do it like this all that often. But something within him had the energy for it today. Maybe it was because of how rude you were earlier, how inconsiderate for his feelings you were being. It made him determined to force you to choke on your words, to regret them.

“This is what happens,” he pants, another stinging smack connecting with your butt as he pounded your cunt. “This is what happens when you don’t behave yourself, doll. When you go around sniffing out trouble from your old man when he’s just tryin’ to do something nice with you.”

You cry into the mattress, experiencing difficulty in getting used to the way his cock would brush your g-spot so pleasurably but how at the same time, it would bump your cervix so painfully. The mix wasn’t one you were accustomed to and it was incredibly difficult. “Daddy,” you whimper, feeling sorry for yourself.

“No, daddy nothing,” he wastes no time in saying. He lets another glob of spit fall from his mouth and onto your ass, collecting the saliva with his finger and massaging it into your asshole. “Daddy isn’t gonna answer to anything unless it’s you apologising to him for being such an ungrateful little brat. If that’s not what you’re opening your mouth for, I don’t wanna hear it.”

You hiss through your teeth when you feel him thumb your asshole. If you were being honest, anal play wasn’t your favourite. You always felt so sensitive back there even with the slightest of touches. Even just washing yourself down there in the shower felt a little uncomfortable. You whine when he presses his thumb past the ring of muscles, just resting his digit in there rather than trying to finger you but you think he could tell your lack of fondness for it. It was a punishment, you suppose.

You scramble for words through mewls, trying to correct yourself. “No, I am — I am sorry. I promise I’ll behave myself now, daddy.” You promise weakly. You think you’d say anything right now just to get out of this situation, to escape the unrelenting thrusts from your dad and maybe just cum on his cock.

Hoppers hums, slowing his thrusts only slightly to let you know he was thinking about it. He stifles his own moans and grunts by clenching his teeth but you could tell he wanted this punishment to end just as much as you did from the way his cock was twitching inside of you, clearly on the edge of busting a nut right in that tight cunt of yours.

Maybe it would be easier to just let you cum, lord knew he was sweating like a pig from all of this fucking cardio. So he swallows his pride. He couldn’t deny you, could he? His little girl with her sweet little moans, just crying on his cock like a little puppy.

“Oookay, alright honey. I think you’ve learned your lesson,” he caves, his voice dropping from that intimating growl into a smooth, buttery coo that he would reserve for only your ears. He removes his thumb from your asshole, watching the way the coloured ring winked shut. He rubs a final, gentle circle around your hole for good measure before removing his hand from there completely, settling for just holding your hips. To your surprise, Jim gently removes his cock from within you by slowly driving his hips backward until the member slipped out. He brings one hand to your waist and assists on rolling you onto your back, his eyes now kinder than they were before. “Let’s get ya there angel, hm?”

You nod slowly, a little hesitantly too. You can’t help but feel a little skeptic of his question, but when his hands slide down to your thighs, parting them wider so he could kneel between them better, your doubt becomes irrelevant. Dad’s cock bumps your entrance and he holds his member with his fist as he draws a circle around your slick hole. When he pushes in, the two of you moan in almost perfect unison, your voice only a higher pitched version of your fathers.

Hopper grips your hip with one hand while his other lays over your crotch, his thumb dipping down to cover your puffy, neglected clit and using the digit to rub it side to side. “Fuck,” he grunts, the feeling of your velvety walls intoxicating enough for him to cum right then and there, but of course, he’d wait for you to do so first. As Jim start to rock in and out of your cunt, he notices the thick, creamy fluid coating the shaft of his dick. “Ohh, baby. Look at this creamy pussy, hm? Getting so messy and you haven’t even cum yet.”

You look down at that, watching each thrust of his cock encourage more fluid from your cunt. The sight was so lewd and dirty yet so beautiful at the same time, a milky, pearly ring being formed at the bottom of his manhood. You hiccup through a half sob half whimper, reaching up to fist the fat of Dad’s shoulder. “S’right at my g-spot, Dad.” You cry softly, the friction on that part of you and the rubbing on your clit sending you closer and closer to your peak, your thighs starting to tremble.

“That’s it, sweetie. You like when daddy plays with this pussy, huh? Like when I punish this pussy too.” He coos, assisting you in wrapping your legs around his hips, your feet touching with how you were wrapped around him.

You cry out softly, starting to babble sweet nothings and apologies as pleasure licks up your spine rapidly despite the slow pace in which Dad was fucking you in. Your insides start to contract around Hopper, the feeling heavenly for that heavy dick of his. You feel the head of his cock pulse inside of you, almost as if his penis was silently asking you to hurry up and finish so he could.

So you did, trembling and scratching at his shoulders as you squeeze and soak him, your release trickling down to cover his sack. You go pretty quiet as you cum, Jim liked that about you. He admired how wide your eyes would go and how your drooling lips would part wide as if they wanted to make noise but just couldn’t produce any. He feels pride wash over him at the product of his ministrations.

Jim’s thrusts start to turn sloppy and not as calculated, his head lulling forward until it falls into the sweat-damp crook of your neck. “Gonna cream this pussy — make a fuckin’ mess.” He warns into your ear, the tightness of Jim’s balls snapping almost immediately after he announces himself, copious amounts of thick, ropey seed coating your gummy walls.

And it’s times like these that Jim thanks the lord for the existence of vasectomies. I mean, was there anything more special than this? Filling his daughter up with his cum, pushing it back in with his fingers so he didn’t waste a single drop. How much closer could he get to his little girl?

You pant softly into his shoulder as he plants soft kisses into the skin of your neck, rocking his hips through the aftershocks of his orgasm until the stimulation was simply too much. His hips pull back enough for his dick to slip free from the confines of your core.

You lay dazed on the mattress, eyes shut with a crooked grin decorating your lips. It makes Jim smile back at you, the sight of you so satisfied made his heart swell with pride.

He thinks you’ve learned your lesson.

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