satoru gojo who spends all of his heritage money during the day on you, his sugar baby, and gets pounded by you from the back at night.
you’re not a very demanding sugar baby, on the contrary, satoru is the one to force you to use his black card and milk it dry. clothes, food, jewellery, perfumes and even a car. you insist on paying your own rent but he insists on buying you a penthouse.
a modern one, on top of a giant skyscraper, with windows large enough so you could pin him to them and fuck him nice for the whole city to watch. which you did.
the sky was fairly clear, the city was busy and his white hair shined even brighter in the dark night. satoru is glued to the wall, his hands resting on your shoulders while yours roamed and grabbed his torso. his shirt was loose so easy access for you, he chuckled when he noticed you were wearing the silver necklace he bought you a few months ago. he liked it when it dangled on his face whenever you were pressing him against the mattress.
his leg wrapped around you, and your hand snuck inside his pants, wrapping it around his already hard and wet cock. he gasped at your touch, and leaned over your ear to whisper. “turn me around, i’ve got a surprise for you baby..”
you obeyed and pulled his pants down, you were greeted with a pretty blue gemstone peaking from his asshole, cheeky man, you thought to yourself. you toyed with the plug for a few seconds until you pulled it out and got satoru to moan loudly into the night.
the lube fell from his ass and it was hard to not fuck him like an animal in heat. you grabbed a fistful of his muscular ass in your hand and aligned your cock with his hole.
you gently slid inside your lover, he placed both his hands on the window for support and you quickly got to work. both of you were moaning and panting messes as he thrusted back into you, resulting in your cock sliding even deeper inside him. he called for your name and you called for his, your head resting in the crook of his neck, whispering sweet nicknames to him.
god he was loud, he knew no one would hear him from up there, he made sure of it when he bought the place. truth was, he wouldn’t even care if anyone heard how good your cock made him feel, after all, he was proud to have you by his side.
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aerion targaryen who gets so embarrassed when he notices how much he enjoys it when someone talks down on him, even more if it’s from you. he still doesn’t know if it’s the curiosity that makes him want to understand how you’d have the balls to stand up to a prince, or if he’s just a perverted masochist who likes the roughness of your words.
“suck good on my fingers, and maybe i’ll let you cum tonight, m’lord.” you ordered and he obeyed. sitting proudly on his knees, looking up at you with his beautiful blue pupils that were so dilated the colour was barely noticeable. he opened his mouth and twirled his tongue around your index finger, then on your middle one, taking both of them deep inside his hot and wet throat.
the sounds he made delighted you, soft pants and quiet whimpers made you shiver in your clothes from excitement.
he looked so good from this angle, and you knew you were lucky he was surprisingly interested enough in you to not chop your tongue off along with your head for doing this to him.
but he liked it. as much as he wanted to deny it, he liked being ordered, being treated as if he were a simple common folk from Flea Bottom, as if he were a simple whore from a brothel you specifically asked for.
you wrapped a hand on his hair and tugged him back, he kissed his teeth as if he were annoyed from the interruption. you pulled out your parts, he licked his lips and almost drooled at the sight. “let’s see if this stupid mouth is as good as you say it is. don’t pull out unless i tell you to, handsome.”
pretty boys who get off by you worshiping their entire body up and down just as God intended, licking your way up from his feet to his ankle and calf, to his thigh, moving onto his stomach, his neck and finally getting to his face. his obsession for your interest in his pleasure gets worse when he feels you sniffing his skin as if you were an animal getting it's prey's ready to consume. you haven't done anything sexual and yet, it's already too much for the poor thing ; he's panting and calling your name as if he was in pain. he needs more, and you know it.
but you won't indulge him in his wants, yet, he needs to learn that sometimes things don't always go your way. so you drag your nose all over him, your mouth getting scarily close to his parts, teasing it and pushing his thigh forward with one hand. your touch feels hot and nice, and he can sense his face getting redder and redder. your tongue finds it's place on his lower belly, leaving love bites and hickeys for you both to admire.
he pleas. so hard it feels like you're his divine entity. "I'll be good.." he promises. he knows you don't believe him but it doesn't hurt to ask.
