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from the moment you were born, your fate was signed away before your very first breath and once you arrived and took two steps you were instantly reared to become prince seishiro’s future wife. to help join two kingdoms in harmonious union. from the moment you could talk, you’d spent your entire life training to become the wife of a man you hardly knew. there were lessons in perfect posture, dainty dancing and simple sewing. not to mention how to serve a king and please a husband  — who apparently had unnatural beauty, the softest voice and the kindest of hearts. outside of nagi, you hadn’t a single hobby or interest that didn’t concern him, solely born and bred for his best interest. how were you supposed to know if any of those spoken traits were really true and not just word of mouth when nobody had any idea where the prince actually was. 

rumour had it, that the silver haired royal had been whisked away to the woods to be raised by the very fairies that blessed him — with hopes of avoiding maleficent’s malevolent curse in which seishiro was destined to prick his finger on a poisoned spinning wheel by age twenty three. in an attempt to undo the wicked spell, the fairies had combined their magic and made it so that only a true love's kiss would be able to wake up their beloved prince. which soon became your duty, by the time you came of age too. 

since then, and for twenty two years after, there was not a peep from the prince — to his people and his kingdom, he’d practically vanished overnight, becoming one with the moon and stars they prayed to each night. holding out hope for his return to the throne. 

in turn, you had no idea when your duty would come to fruition. maleficent's thunderous mountain, shrouded in a thick layer of green, jealous smog that was sure to suck the life from any innocent soul still raged on — meaning her curse hadn’t come true. she still hadn’t found the prince. no one had.

no one except for you. 

unknowingly, you’d met nagi humming amongst pointed shrubbery and wild flowers deep in the forest — absentmindedly complaining about tne berries he was forced to forage for his uncles back home. for you, it was instant, as though an invisible force had drawn you two him like the the two poles of a magnet. prince seishiro was a sight to behold, even before you knew who he was, the timbre trill of his voice filled you with a wave of unfamiliar butterflies that battled their way into your throat — trapping your voice. his eyes were an enchanting pool of riches, frightened of your presence at first, but filled with stripes of silver you were sure had to be stolen from the moon. 

for you, it was love at first sight. a powerful urge to be near him building up in your lungs like fluid in a sick person. you were sure he felt the same — the emotion obvious in the way he tentatively touched you as you talked about nothing and everything at all. the way he swooped down to your height to listen to tales of land and fortune he could only have dreamed of.

in those hours that you spent alone together; pressed into one another’s side’s amongst intertwined tree branches like two lovers' limbs after a night of improper passion  — you’d felt the most seen you had in all your life. for the first time in forever, someone saw you as more than just a bargaining chip or a trophy to be paraded around royal courts in honour of union. someone saw you as a whole, read your story from start to finish and still wanted to know more. you weren’t just a knight made to save a prince. to nagi, you were so much more.

and to you, nagi was a breath of fresh air — someone who craved a more exciting life rather than being banished to a life of greenery and foliage. despite his charming air of laziness and naivety, he expressed to you a burning sense of eager deep within. it was innocent, inquisitive but nagi’s thoughts called out to you like the bird song of two mates. the worlds you came from were different, clearly, but you just made sense to one another.

but back then, in those quiet moment with your head on his shoulder and nothing but the sound of oak leaves swaying in the gentle summer breeze — you’d had no idea that the silver haired stranger was just prince seishiro living under a different name. you thought him a commoner and he thought you a random huntress on a horse. no one had any idea that he was the crown prince, that he’d been snuck back into the castle on the day of his twenty third birthday to regain his title and his crown… only to be lulled by the cruel call of a sinister stranger  shortly — pricking his finger just like maleficent had planned. 

you were meant to marry. you were supposed to go back for seishiro and run away together, live apart from the expectations bestowed upon you as children. unfortunately, you wouldn’t find out until returned to the spot where you’d first met him, and were met with the face of the villain herself. instead of your lover. that’s when you realised the gravity of it all. who seishiro was. who you were meant to be. 

deep down, you knew this was a love too sacred to pass by, and with the white haired prince counting on you —  you would do everything in your power to save him. save the prince and the kingdom from sleeping soundly for the next one hundred years.

with the help of the fairies who raised nagi, you were able to take down the terrible maleficent — grateful that your parents had at least made you handy with a sword. through the flames of the beast above you, you wielded your weapon with a strength and bravery that would go down into the history books of lands far and wide. killing maleficent in the form of the dragon had been no easy feat but you fought, with screaming muscles and a bloody face — fulfilling the duty you had been born to do. trained to do. for nagi and for your kingdom. 

the difference was, this time, you were doing all of this for love. not just for honour.

after winning the flaming battle, you staggered your way through the kingdom despite your burns and free bleeding wounds, making your way up to the tower where your silver-moon haired lover slept. part of you felt envious of the slumbering kingdom, the eternal rest they had slipped under while your body burned and ached with every step that you took… but as soon as you laid eyes on your handsome prince — sleeping like a fallen angel crowned by scattered lights. the glinting particles of dust forming a shining halo over his sleep the steel hair. 

the beat of your heart quickens as you approach the bed tucked deep within his quarters — rivalling the speed of the finest royal race horse and the world completely falls away until the all that remains are you and seishiro. your prince. your love. even while he sleeps, he’s unfairly handsome, grey lashes dusted with starlight just barely brushing the apples of his milky-toned cheeks, his hair curls against his forehead and his lips, rose-tinted, part with each gentle exhale his body takes to keep him alive. without even thinking, your finger trails the slopes and contours of nagi’s delicate features, brushing over his Cupid’s bow that seems damp with the condensation of his warm breaths. the sensation stokes a fire within you while your mind wanders to less than pleasant thoughts.

how would his lips feel if you were to kiss him? how would they taste? how would seishiro kiss you back? the questions swirl around in the calcium cage of your skull like a storm untapped, fuelled by the remnants of adrenaline that simmers in your veins from the fight. it would be wrong, to do what you’re thinking of doing — to press your lips to the seam of his and run your tongue every inch in his hot mouth, behind his teeth and over his own pink muscle. maybe even to cup his throat and feel every breath he takes. it would be so wrong… and yet, your moral compass and previous duties seem to be out of working order, thus, losing the war the flickering desirous flame within you. one that rivals the breath of the dragon slaid outside.

no one would really care if you were to have the way with the crown prince. after all, you would need to be rewarded for your self sacrifice and service to the kingdom that could have very well been burned to the ground if it hadn’t been for your bravery. you deserved this, you deserved him and the chance to appease your growing appetite for the sleeping beauty before you. right now, there were no barriers… no servants and squires and maids or men to tell you what was proper of a knight or of a promised woman, and there certainly weren’t any barriers to the body of the silver haired prince. without any blankets, there wasn’t much to stop you from trailing a hand over seishiro’s clothed stomach and over the hills of his princely dress pants.

your fingertips grazed the taut muscles of his thick thighs as you teased yourself. teased the slumbering royalty. daring tug at the belt loops and thick leather her bound his trousers to his unfairly slender waist. with your lip caught between the sharp edge of your teeth, you unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants inch by inch, a tidal wave of goosebumps erupting over the surface of your body like freshly plucked chicken skin as you reveal more and more of his milky, toned flesh. he’s smooth all over, blueish veins apparent as they spiral underneath his skin, but nagi is just as soft as you remember, as warm brushing up against you as he was the day you first met in the woods.

saliva spreads across your tongue like a sheet of rain during a storm or a flash flood when his undergarments come down with the hem of his trousers, revealing a snow white path of pubic hair that curls prettily against his pelvis. there’s a craving for more that sloshes into the dips and deficits of your brain, like a dark haze that shrouds your brain in nothing but lust — so you act on the feeling, pulling more and more fabric away from seishiro’s most intimate parts until his cock, half hard and already leaking, is able to spring free. 

the sleeping beauty’s breath hitches and catches on the edges of his throat as his hard-on first hits the cool air shrouding his chambers. whatever preconceived notion you’d had of the prince’s body beforehand is quickly tossed away when you finally set your sights on his girth — he is as long as he is thick, chubby against the softness of his tummy with a pink tip that already oozes a thick stream of cream caused by the ghost of your touch over him. a warmth spreads through your entire body, an urge to taste him washing over you in a poor attempt to cool your need down. if you taste him, would that be part of your reward? would it matter to anyone if you put your mouth on the prince while he innocently slept… especially after you’d saved everyone?

you still cannot find it within yourself to care. 

perhaps the wounds maleficent inflicted upon you have left traces of her bad energy, for you continue to disregard your own morals and good intentions by crawling onto nagi’s bed ( careful with your movements while he shifts in his slumber ) and you keep your touch tender when taking him into your hold, the supple pads of your fingers wrapping around the length of the prince’s shaft while you smooth the pad of your thumb into the slit on his cockhead. rubbing the precum into it sweetly. now up close and personal with his most intimate parts, you’re able to catch the scent of nagi… which only worsens your hunger for him. he smells so good, the musky scent of his arousal almost sending your eyes into the back of your skull — acting like fumes of a pretty wildflower in the forest you once met. 

it hypnotises you, takes over your every thought and action in the heat of the moment. every sensation you once felt is now heightened by your own arousal, the feeling of your tongue behind your teeth and the silken sheets against your knees and the blistering temperature of seishirou’s girth in your palm. adjusting your grip on him to something more firm, soft little hands dwarfed by the sheer size and thickness of him, and accidentally pull a tiny moan from your sleeping lover. any trepidation mingling with the air in your lungs is quickly eradicated once you finally give in, flicking your tongue over the cream gathering at nagi’s mushroomed cockhead that burns a painful shade of deep red.

opening your mouth, you take seishiro down your throat as though it’s the easiest thing in the world, your tongue flexing against the bluish purple forked veins that spiral down his heavy shaft. all you want to do is make him harder, feel the blood rush from his slumbering brain to his balls so you can take him properly, elsewhere, later on. what doesn’t fit past the seams of your chapped lips, you continue to palm, setting a steady pace to the rhythm of your hands jerking the silver-haired prince off. its slick and easy, aided by the thick globs of precum that spill over your knuckles and sink into the lines in your palms — seishiro may be asleep, but his body reacts, hips bucking into your closed fist while he squeaks and sighs lazily. 

his head remains tacked to the pillow tucked behind it, starlight locks splayed out across the cooling silk fabric — perfectly tousled despite being slightly out of place as he writhes under the sinful prison of your hot, wet mouth. even you have to moan as you sink down on him, his heavy and pulsating balls meeting your chin while your nose nudges the prickliness of his happy trail. if he were awake, you wonder if nagi would be the type to coax you through giving him head — soft whimpers glossed in his lips while those moonshine grey eyes hold your gaze. or would he push your head down on him and fuck your mouth lazily as though it were another hole to fill with his cum.

part of you wants to rouse him right now, with the kiss of true love the fairies said would work on him, but only to hear how much louder he’d cry and moan for you. you want to hear how the Prince would praise you for taking him so well, slurping the early seed from his tip and hollowing your perfect pudgy cheeks as you gargle him down your eager throat. your imagination runs ahead of your actions as you bob your head faster and faster without regard for your lover sleeping soundly above you lewd slurping sounds echo throughout the room as you picture him looking down at you with flushed cheeks and lidded moonlit eyes — coaxing you to take more of him. 

the heat between your thighs returns, an unbearable searing ache pulsating through your clit as blood carrying lust and other happy hormones shoot straight to it. in one swift motion, you shove a single hand past the waistband of your own pants and undergarments to toy with the sensitive bud, smearing whatever remained of his precum and pre-release against your awaiting cunt. your eyes flutter shut at the taste and heaviness of nagi on your tongue, his viscous arousal flowing down your throat in saltine waves. the flavour was addictive and you found yourself bobbing your head faster, and faster — matching it to the pace at which you stroked your own sticky slit.

lavishly, you run your tongue back and forth over the opening of seishiro’s bulbous cockhead, humming happily around his thick shaft when he involuntarily bucks into the hellish fire of your mouth — it makes your heart swell to know that his body is reacting to you and you alone, how it could very well be this way for the rest of your lives. while you hump your own fingers, their tips pruning with how wet you are as you circle your clit, the sleepy beauty’s balls batter your chin as his taut hips thrust upwards instinctively to chase your dripping tongue and mouth.

drool pours from the corners of it, just as you leak against the seat of your panties — your juices hot and viscous while you finger fuck yourself and get off to the sensation of blowing the sleepy prince while he rests. everything is so sloppy, so messy and wet and you can’t help but to spit down on nagi as his dick swells against your tongue, the frothy mixture clinging to the prominent blood flushed veins that sprinkle from the tip down to his base. 

your release sneaks up on you like a silent figure in the night; hiding from the moonlight and a dirty moan slips from between your lips as you let go of your lover with a lewd pop, your jaw aches deliciously and your tongue is sore from running circles over his tip — as is your wrist from being down your pants to bully shapes into your clit but you don’t mind the pain, it’s all worth it to make yourself feel good. to make nagi feel good so you can use him later on, turning him from a prince into a sex doll. dopamine continues to spark across your brain as you switch from sucking to jerking nagi off, keeping the rhythm of your slick palm wrapped around him in tune with the one that rolls your clit between your fingertips and pinches your swollen folds. 

you don’t last much longer, not when you’re able to watch the moonlit prince fall apart above you even when the depths of sleep cling to the fine lines of his soul. the last remaining thread of your sanity snaps before you’re cumming against your own digits, gushing through the gusset of your panties and straight through the layer or your pants — even while you shiver and shake from the force of your own orgasm, you manage to find a the mobility to tap nagi’s cockhead lewdly against your pink tongue, grinning with an open mouth as his own orgasm rips through his unconscious form. 

warm and viscous seed paints a pretty picture against your strawberry tastebuds as it spurts copiously from his ravaged, fully erect cock. even hitting the back of your throat. 

but it’s not enough, it’s still not enough. a fire of desire still burns bright inside of you and nagi is still as hard as a rock in your hand. so you don’t see a point in stopping, not when you still want him and he clearly still wants you. 

in a whirlwind of fabric, you quickly abandon the lower half of your clothes — even though your legs are violently shaking and there’s a fizz in your brain that makes your vision go blurry from your orgasm, you find the strength to clamber into the prince’s lap and straddle him. a pulse of excitement runs through you as your bare ass meet his half dressed thighs and you set your palms flat against his chest to steady yourself above him. you’re barely able to contain the wavering moan that rumbles in the back of your throat as seishiro’s erection jumps against your sluice sex, as if coaxing you to lower yourself down onto him.

without an air of guilt, you do just that; indulging your sleeping lover’s underlying plea as you slip a hand between your temperate bodies to position his creamy cock at your weeping entrance — you run it back and forth over your slit a few times whilst holding back a quivering hiss, letting him dip in and out of your unused hole. you can’t help but squeak adorably when you start to rock your hips down, sucking him in and stretching over the thick circumference of his tip. you even manage to clench down on seishiro, trapping him inside with each inch you manage to take.

your head hangs low and you steady yourself against nagi again; nails forming pink crescent moons against his pearlescent skin because you’re not sure how much of this burn you can take. he’s so big, yet his cock is so helpless against your sticky walls — it’ll take a lot of work just to reach the hilt. “oh, fuck,” you whimper to yourself quietly, not wanting to be caught taking advantage of the kingdom’s slumbering royalty. you try to stablwlisw your breathing, hold onto your sanity by only fucking yourself over his tip because right now… it’s all you can manage. getting used delicious stretch to your pussy and the resistance of your hole as nagi slips into your tightness. 

in order to ground yourself, you press yourself against the moonlit prince until you’re both chest to chest — allowing your body to relax against is as you slide further down his cock. and, with this change in position, you easily dot feather light kisses from the pale skin, unmarked skin of seishiro’s neck up to his jawline — licking the light layer of perspiration that added diamonds to his skin. his pulse is slow, languid under your lips, just as the rise and fall of his chest is. nagi still sound asleep as you bathed his cock in all of your syrupy wetness. eventually, you reach his lips and hardly hesitate in kissing them, lapping over the seam of them with your tongue as if you’re asking for entrance when you don’t really need to.

not when his body is so willing to give into you, even while seishiro rests.

you swear you feel his lips twitch apart against your own, parting specifically for you to pour your withering moans into him and breathe life into his unconscious soul — your tongue licks at his, relishing in the flavour and slight sweetness to his mouth, letting it distract you from the twinge between your thighs as you finally seat yourself on his girth fully; breeders balls nestled comfortably against the curve of your ass. a feeling of content washes over you, feeling the chubbiness of his girth press hotly against your ribbed walls that catch on his prominent veins there. 

panting lightly, a ripple of desire is the next sensation that you feel, experimentally clenching around the prince below you — bottoming out as your cunt drools down on him. somehow, you find the strength in your thighs to lift your hips and thrust back down, a wet slap bouncing off of all four walls in response. it’s insane how tight, warm and wet you are — how thick, heavy and nagi is, constantly pressed up against your g-spot before you’ve really even moved. you splutter and hiccup as you begin the slow bounce of your hips and allow yourself the grace to accommodate for your sleeping lover’s size, his bright red and possibly overstimulated cockhead nudging feverishly against the pleasure spots that decorate your temperate silken walls. 

“…gods,” comes your shaky voice, trapped behind the prison of your teeth in a weak attempt to hold in your moans. “s-seishiro, f-feel so good…” though you speak to no one in particular, using the sound of your own wailing voice to get yourself, you can feel the white-haired royal underneath you buck upwards as though he wants to fuck you back — driven by tired strings of lust and desire as though he’s a puppet on a set of strings for your own pleasure. collapsing forward, you nestle your head underneath his chin so that the only part of your body moving is your hips working up and down on nagi’s pulsating cock at break-neck speeds. in this position, your murky breaths of exertion coast over his pearlescent skin and your eyes grow misty at the perfect angle. your stream of thrusts are constant like a rushing river, allowing his bulbous leaky tip to barrage into your sex and pull squelching, lewd noises from your poor pussy.

you’re already so sensitive, it’d be a miracle if you last much longer riding your lover like this and to your heart’s content. slumped over him, chewing on your chapped lips to hide the debauched noises that slosh over your tongue and are churned up in your mouth with the drool there. it’s pathetic, really, but your mind is too hazy and high on the drug of ecstasy to care. to pacify yourself and the growing fire that burns the butterflies in your tummy, you switch from bouncing on his fat girth to grinding against it, dancing with your partner in a sensual sticky grind where only you are able to lead. every stroke of his cock within your sluice, pulsating walls makes it harder for you to keep quiet or keep still — the bed creaking beneath the weight of your movement becomes a loud wail and harmonises perfectly with the tune or skin slapping on skin and your pathetic bleats of bliss. 

sweat from the exertion of pounding your mound down on the curve of his cock begins to bead at your hairline, pearling in opaque orbs that form your own halo. one that belongs to a fallen angel. it drips down the side of your face onto the prince below you, another way that you mark him, just as your juices do — droplets of it trailing down his shaft, balls and even his ass. if someone were to walk in now, they’d set their sights on an obscene display of sin, their perfect prince defiled by his knight to be, but you don’t care, your mind and exhausted limbs buzzing with wanton. you’ll use him until cum, claim your prize and work your selfish pussy over him until you know every constellation by heart because of how many times you’ve used seishiro to make yourself see stars.

every sensation overwhelms you, the creamy and tackiness to his cock between your slicked up thighs and the pressure of his purpling cockhead as it digs disgustingly against your g-spot in the most perfect of ways because you clench down on him every now and again. static rings loud in your ears that burn with both shame and lechery for taking advantage of your sleeping lover, the notes from the tune your fat pussy pap-pap-papping as it connects with stitchers of nagi’s bare flesh has a tingling sensation spreading under your skin too. even when he bucks instinctively into you, your entire body jolts in response because there’s no greater relief than knowing that you are yearned for… even within the clutches of unconsciousness.

when nagi whimpers in his sleep, you have to bite his shoulder — keeping your wailing mouth occupied even if you’ll leave teeth marks against him in place. someone could hear the way you beg him to fuck you, muffling yourself as you whisper dirty fantasies to yourself and split your swollen nether lips open on his drippy dick. you’re not sure if that is a good or bad thing to want, to be heard.  “f-fuck me sei… p-please my prince,” everything feels so depraved and so wrong, while you whine sweetly against saltine skin. however, you don’t see yourself stopping — not until you can no longer feel your legs from riding him and your cunt aches from cumming so hard. “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

the back and forth of your sluice sex over nagi’s lap tampers with your system, sending orgasmic shockwaves down your spine and happy hormones into your bloodstream. you alternate, once more peeling your soaked thighs away from his and lift your fluttering entrance higher and higher up his shaft until there’s barely an inch of the white haired royal left inside of you. the emptiness makes you miss him, a choked sob weaving its way like a vine through the gaps in your ribs as it claws its way out of your throat. it’s a shuddering noise that you suppress by locking lips with seishiro again, wet on the seam of them as you lift your head to kiss him. 

“i wanna cum, nagi!”

the words are just about to melt in his mouth but…

…but euphoria is quick to slip into your veins like a welcomed chill on a hot day when nagi suddenly rouses from his slumber — following a natural compulsion to snap his hips upwards with a powerful force and filling you in one fluid motion. he’s awake. one of his hands, extremely strong and veiny and firm takes you by surprise as it clamps down on the back of your neck  so that he can keep you in place too. it was almost as if he was chasing the snugness of your oozing, squelchy mound. an incredulous gasp drifts warmly from your mouth and condenses in nagi’s, for a second you worry that he might push you off and yell for help… but recognition registers on the slope of his handsome features. 

he’s awake…how long has seishiro been awake? 

moonlight lashes flutter against your face from your proximity and murky grey eyes, littered with exhaustion between their flecks, light up with a sprinkling of hearts as then open to look at you. slowly but surely their gaze drifts downwards, honing in on the point at which his milky cock repeatedly disappears into your puffy pussy, the glaze of your essence on his rock hard cock and clinging to his pubes put on display. 

groaning hoarsely and deeply, nagi’s freehand shoots down to the bouncing flesh of your ass without a lick of hesitation and pulls you the rest of the way down his pulsing girth. then up again. then back down — giving him all of the control to pummel your pussy to the high heavens. hard and fast. “i thought… thought you wanted to cum,” the moonlit prince mumbles, voice still puppeteered by the last strings of sleep. “don’t make it a hassle by holding back now… fuck your self down on my cock ‘n cum…”

he’s awake… how much of this has seishiro been awake for? 

nagi builds up a formidable momentum inside of you, dragging his seedy tip along your ravaged walls, shocking for someone who had essentially just woken up from a curse of eternal slumber. he doesn’t seem to mind that you’ve been using him like a toy for your own sexual desires, but how could he? not when you’re dousing him in your sweet nectar, slapping your soaked sex down on him and squeezing his aching shaft just like that. how can a man, no less a prince, whine about waking up to such a good fuck?

all you can do is reply with a high pitched squeal, your body jerking and jolting on top of nagi as you struggle to keep up with thrusts. “come now, don’t make me do all of the work,” white starts to froth at the base of his cock, bubbling up while it streaks over your ruined pussy lips and clit. “after all, you started this… took advantage of me while i slept. s’only fair, angel,” he adds nonchalantly and makes you gush unbelievable amounts of arousal at the condescending air about his words.

he’s awake and now seishiro wants you to cum for him.

you do try your very best to do as nagi says, selfishly squeezing down on him and locking his precum bleeding tip inside your gummy walls, but your hips fumble their rhythm as soon as he looks up at you — sweaty hair splayed out in the sheets like an angel, lips parted in both curiosity and awe, cock bulging in your lower stomach. you’re choking the life out of seishiro and he likes it, feeling like he’s been rewarded for just being a pretty prince. 

all you want is for him to make you scream and squirt — your clit smears against his pelvis while you buck down on him feverishly. he barely lets you lift of his erection at this point. “‘m close… s-seishiro, please! c-can’t…”

it’s the first time you’ve spoken his name directly to him since your love-at-first-sight encounter in the woods and it flips a switch in the peaceful prince of the night. “y-yeah you can, angel. of course you can…” with a breathy, almost whiny moan, seishiro uses his newfound energy to assault your cunt with a barrage of wild thrusts. jackhammering into you, jerking you about on his throbbing length, coated in a milky mix of your shared arousals. “had no problem… fixing yourself on my cock before. ‘m sure you can make yourself cum on it now that i’m here to help,” he adds through gritted teeth, never letting up on his incredible speed. “shouldn’t be a hassle.” 

that’s all you really need to hear before you’re thrown into the deep end, the dark abyss of the night. while the ropes in your tummy unravel and unwind, the tune of sinful sex reaches its final crescendo and the world around you fades away as you’re thrown over the edge and temporarily black out — you practically squirt in an aggressive, clear stream and renders you a cum soaked mess in the prince’s lap. he forces your head into the junction between his neck and jaw, utilising his hold on you to help muffle the scream that burns at the sore edges of your voice as you cum for him. practically drowning nagi in everything you have to give. 

as if chasing something, your lover speeds up his thrusts, trying to make sure he isn’t left behind while you cum for him. growls and grunts spill over his lips, nagi’s pink tongue darting out the flavour you’d left on him as he slept. he buries himself deep inside of you, lunging into that one special spot nestled deep within your walls so that he can prolong your release — working hard even though he was just roused from what seemed like an eternal night.

the aftershocks of your high and heavenly spasms of your hole around nagi simply aren’t enough to satisfy him however — whatever remains of an orgasm he had coming fade away like embers of a dying flame while you come down. in fact, before you can even collapse on the white haired royal fully, he uses a strength you were unaware that he possessed to immediately flip you onto your back — manhandling you into the position he desires most. your thighs pushed together, knees pushed into your chest and him… towering over you menacingly.

only now do you realise how… large seishiro is. how much more dominant he is over you. how it may have been a mistake to think you could steal pleasure from him while he slept as a personal reward and not expect consequence. or at least a consequence you might enjoy too. “such a waste,” he comments groggily, pulling his cream soaked cock from its home within your pretty pussy with a hiss. using one hand, nagi grabs at his ravaged shaft and taps it against the swell of your thighs pushed together. “how can you use me like that…and still fail to make me cum? i’ll have to do it myself. what a bother, angel.”

your breath catches in your throat, indicating your surprise. “seishiro…w-wait,” you plead, lips parting in a quiet moan at every squeeze of your flesh and tug of hips to get your body into place. you don’t even know what you’re asking for or why you’re asking him to stop, you still don’t care about the consequences. all you want is for the sleeping beauty above you to fall apart, to hear your name on the tip of his tongue, to feel him cum wherever that may be. “‘m sorry…i-i didn’t know you were awake!”

“don’t care darlin’,” seishiro’s breathy words hang between the pearliness of his teeth, shaggy hair tickling the skin on your calves as he positions them over his shoulders instead of in the air. “don’t r’member much… just my finger gettin’ pricked ‘n then you… using me. on top of me…” his cock makes a home between your plush thighs, pushing back and forth against the flesh to relieve his painfully hard erection. the action itself paints the canvas of your body with remainders of your arousal and essence — thick stringy globs of white forming tracks against soft skin. “f-fuck angel, you put in all this work to make yourself cum using me… now it’s my turn.” 

eyes that mirror the silver light of the moon flutter shut and nagi’s nose judges against your ankle — lips grazing the pointed bone and in their wake leave a trail of inflamed bites from where he leaves his mark on you, hoping that they’ll be present on the morning to remind you of who you belong to. his pink tongue peeks out to lick, loll over and soorje what he nips at, but the wet sensation doesn’t distract from curious finger tips that dance their way down and pinch your arousal soaked, fat folds together. neediness streams into your tone as you whimper out for more and your hips arch up to chase the feeling. 

in response a lazy grin twitches at the corner of your prince’s mouth, playing with the tackiness your cunt leaves against his hand before he spreads it over his bright red tip as lube. “quit squirming angel, s’too much of a bother to keep you pinned down,” seishiro then adjusts his knees on the bed and his hips begin to brutally rut into you, dragging his sloppy length back and forth, back and forth through the makeshift pocket pussy he’s made out of your quivering limbs. his precum loaded tip prods at the softness of your tummy and earns you a symphony of high pitched moans and heaving pants, harmonised with heavy balls slapping wetly against your clit over and over again. to the point where you fear you may be overcome with another orgasm all too soon.

being used like this, it feels humiliating, shame burns like paper held to a flame underneath the surface of your skin and tears begin to sting in your lower lash line as your entire body jolts up the bed — nagi throwing you about like a rag while he plunges his hips against your doughy thighs. his stamina impresses you too, but you find it hard to dwell on how quickly your lover was able to be riled up after rising from the constraints of an all powerful curse. you don’t mind the aching pulse to your untouched pussy when you get to watch nagi hang over you and hungrily hump your shaky legs — his usually kind eyes are swamped with darkness of lust the back of his pupil practically eclipsing the grey colour. 

his head darkens at the roots from how much he’s sweating, droplets crowning his head and running down his back like water on a glass windowpane. he’s a sight to behold, he makes your holes drool and mouth water, the both of you completely wrecked by a little thigh fucking and humping. between his merciless pace and the creaks from the bed, nagi jams a veiny hand between the sensual bump and grind of your bodies to grasp at his thick, temperate shaft — pulling it down to run through the entire length of your slippery before tapping it greedily against your puffy clit and snack between your thighs.

the sweet squeak you release has the prince repeating his action over and over, blood rushing through the purpling veins that spiral down his chubby cock. you’re the perfect sticky little fleshlight for him to fuck, to hold and love, and he hisses, jutting his hips forward in order to chase the euphoria coursing for his veins like the next best drug — all while he pounds your thighs to the starry heavens and back. 

juicy, wet sounds fill the room to the brim, a concert and performance of moans and whimpers to match and accompany nagi pounding away at your thighs, grinding against your sex. the white haired man leaks copious amounts of precum, milky like his hair and loose from his sore and sensitive rouge tip, that can’t stop weeping, oozing. his arousal makes each of his movements easier and more fluid, slipping and sliding between your legs and just grazing your sobbing mound. this way; you’re reminded of the sheet sheer size of your lover from the woods — be throbs, swollen and fat with an oncoming orgasm, with the seed that weighs down his balls that swing with each rut of his hips.

a hearty sob escapes you each time they press against you, dragging over your clit that begs for attention. the visage of your prince above you — flushed at the cheeks ( if they’ve been kissed by the petals of a rose), white brows knitted together st the centre of his forehead while ruby lined lips appear bitten and bruised  — begins to blur from your saltine tears. you can no longer hold back, raw and rough desire washing away your ability to control your body and your voice.

the way you cry wracks your body with the case of the shakes because of the wild whines resounding from deep within seishiro’s hard chest. each sound makes your cunt quiver, your juices darkening the sheets below and clinging to his snow while pubes, all the while, the prince ravishes you pulling you apart molecule by molecule before he pieces you back together with just a lazy shape drawn against your hardening clit. 

“w-what a waste of tears, i thought you wanted to use me,” nagi stutters out, breath condescending against your ankles. it makes him pulse between your thighs, knowing that he’s the one able to reduce you to a mess of cum and tears — even if you did half the work for him while he slept soundly. the fact that you threaten to break, still holding onto your inhibitions and desperate moans, only serves to make home rut his creamy cock against you faster. “you should give it up angel, m-much less of a hassle if you give into me.”

and with that, seishiro leans down to kiss you, his swiftness akin to a starved man. he manhandles your thighs to sit either side of his unfairly slender waist, granting him the room to swoop down until you’re chest to chest — his wide, large frame hiding your shaky one away from the world underneath him as his teeth sink into your bottom lip. he licks into your mouth as you open up with a shy mewl, devious tongue wrapping itself around your own as he tastes himself there. “thank you for waking me up, angel,” spit slings between your eager mouths, movements a little out of sync and languid since they’re so driven by a raw passion that simmers underneath the sleepy fog clouding the prince’s brain. “wakin’ me up to do this,”

he settles back on his haunches after coming up for air, laughing tiredly at the pout on your lips from the loss of contact. 

but now that you’re spread eagle with your cunt drooling openly on the bed and glistening under the moon’s light — the white haired royal angles his hips just right, shuddering from head to toe as his sex soiled girth slots between your swollen folds perfectly. his bulbous tip peeks out against your clit and he circles it against you, desperate to hear you wail like the wind again. “feels so good against you, s’not fair how good you feel,” he says under his stuttering breath, using a thumb and forefinger to spread your pussy lips apart — groaning at the strings of clear slick that tie them together. ““later on, when i’ve got more energy, i’m going to fuck this pretty hole. make sure i really have my turn.” nagi promises and swallows thickly at the raunchy sight of you, viscous drops of your treacle like nectar running over your slit and down to your puckered asshole.

you’re grateful for his touch, the friction you’re about to receive… but you miss seishiro’s lips and his tongue so deep in your mouth he might as well have been fucking it too. why do you miss those luscious lips? because they keep you quiet, muffle your embarrassingly high moans and withering screams of pleasure, cover up your glass shattering cries that accompany your teary face. he’s so heavy and raw against you, grinding his shaft that shoots tiny spirts of precum onto your cunt while you match his rhythm — it’s a wonder why you’re crying right now. not to mention the rounds of overstimulation he’s put you through. 

“you were so quiet before, angel, what happened?” a condescending tone fills out the weight in nagi’s voice, punctuated by the harsh lunges of his hips forwards as he smothers his girth in the juicy offerings from your folds. part of the prince wants to selfishly keep you writhing against his hot and heavy dick for all of eternity, adoring the way you bleat and cry for him through bleary Bambi eyes. hes sure you wouldn’t mind it either, but he’s too far gone to keep edging you both forever. “does it feel that good? so fucking good that you can’t help but whine and whimper for me… s’too much of hassle to hold back, angel. go one, cry pretty f’me, pretty girl…”

you burst into tears, letting your emotions overwhelm you. “feels so, so good, my prince,” you slur back as that familiar twinge of pleasure begins to rapidly mount within your tummy once more — throwing an avid, heated look his way. “s-sei, ‘m close,” one of your shaky hands take purchase in the silvery roots of his hair while the other grasps him shoulder so that you have the leverage to grind into him — rocking your hips in a fluid motion like a boat on rapid waves. sanity slips away from you under nagi, his energy completely unmatched as you struggle to keep up with his pace. the way he chases your sweltering, souse sex with the speed of the kingdom’s finest race horse. he pushes forward when you pull back and it goes both ways — one moment can’t happen without the other. 

nagi simpers above you, smirking lazily as he pushes back the sweaty snowy white roots of his hair — drinking in the sight of you. “that so? you’re close? wanna feel it’s, s’too much effort to have you hold it…not when you sound so wet…” both of you move with increased vigour the closer you get to cloud nine, seishiro cooing to you like over the crude sound of your sexes slipping over each other. “…y’should be embarrassed, yanno,” he presses against you, whimpering happily at the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest with each thrust, his breath hot against the tips of your ears and weakly grinds against you clit now — his own orgasm on the horizon.  “taking advantage of me like that. using me. s’naughty princess. such a hassle.” 

he tucks his face against your neck, teeth grazing over the skin while he listens out for your hiccuped sobs and heaving chest — you’re so loud when you’re close and it pleases nagi. he can’t stop tapping your clit and nipping at your flesh — desperate to hear how much louder you can get without holding back. a gargled gasp from you has his cock twitching and threatening to burst with release, while the condescending gripes that vibrate in his chest shoot straight to you’re swollen clit. 

listening to you cry and settling his greyed gaze on your puffy eyes is more than enough for nagi to cum, the string of his own sanity snapping as you scream for him. “you look like you’re about to cum, angel,” he purrs lowly, panting between each word. “mmmh, don’t you think i deserve to go first? fuuuuck i’m close…so close. do you want it inside? i won’t ruin the bed that way… wont need to clean it up…” seishiro rambles over the spit pooling pathetically on his tongue, bucking faster and harder against your slippery cunt with each syllable he manages to get out. “…wanna put it inside you as you cum.” 

you barely have it in you to respond and you can hardly make sense of it all, brain running a mile a minute. the feeling of your orgasm twists in your lower stomach, stacking painfully in your pelvis at a rapid pace you can’t even comprehend. “yes…! want it inside, gods yes!” you sigh out, voice rising several octaves. “want you inside!”

though it’s entirely selfish of you to make demands in the moment, after how you so sinfully used the sleeping prince as your prize — nagi relents, slipping the delicious curve of his cock past your puckered, fluttering entrance just as he reaches his peak. it makes him shake as though the gods have stepped down from the heavens and set foot on earth and he really can’t help it, how much he cums. there's so much of it, white hot seed that spews into you hotly, so pent up from all the pleasure you’d given him while he slept. his heavy load pulses against your sensitive, ribbed walls and sticks — lubing up your insides while he pushes his milky cock deeper into your bare cunt. 

“f-fuck!” the white haired prince curses loud enough to rouse his loyal subjects within a ten mile radius with one final swing of his hips. “f-fuck angel… gods!”  strings of opaque seed tie the veins on his shaft to your precious hole and as he twitches with the last spurts of his orgasm — your own high is triggered.

white flashes behind your eyes and the dam breaks for the third and final time — your release trickles out of you in small waves and you let out a borderline pornographic moan. nagi hums happily at the feeling of you squirting around him, Essen e clinging to his pubic hair too. 

for a second or two, seishiro relishes in the way you convulse around him, giving you a moment to calm down while he pacifies your high pitched squeals with gentle kisses along the side of your head. you’re still quivering when he collapses on top of you exhausted — neither of you having the capacity to speak properly. “d-don’t move… jus’ lay here with me,” he murmurs, tripping on his words. “‘m tired… don’t wanna move,”

you hardly have the strength to deny seishiro or push him off, snuggling into him as the pair of you roll onto your sides. “you’re tired… you almost slept for an eternity!” a laugh escapes you in reply.

“and guess who woke me up and made me work to cum. s’on you not me. fair is fair.” nagi quips back, burying his face into your neck.

you suppose that he has a point, nuzzling him from below as the two of you drift off without the fear of never waking up, of succumbing to lifelong sleep  — content, happy and fucked out by your sleeping beauty.

the end.

She just looked so…

Wrong.

Still, you didn’t let it show as she approached her desk, weaving through the sea of coworkers. When Clark finally towered over you and you offered the cup to her, you caught a glimpse of her eyes.

“There you are, baby.”

The same ocean-blue eyes you’d spent countless mornings getting lost in before she had to go save the world again.

They were still blue, but you could have sworn you noticed the faintest of red in them, like shattered ruby beneath glass.

She stared at you, almost as though she were looking right through you. Still, you persisted, nudging the cup against her hand.

“Thought I’d rescue you… I missed you last night.”

Nothing.

Not even the familiar blush that usually crept up the back of her neck.

Trying not to seem desperate already, you bit your lip as you continued, your voice dropping a little. “It was so cold in bed without you… Just me lying there in that stupid itchy lingerie.”

Usually, Clark would choke before looking around to make sure Lois and Jimmy hadn’t overheard, then lean close enough to mumble, “Don’t say things like that at work.”

Instead, she took the coffee. Her usually warm fingers, the ones that always sent shivers down your spine, were now completely cold and rigid, eerily similar to her current demeanor.

She brushed past you, nudging you aside to get to her chair.

“Seems like you survived.”

You blinked, still staring at her as she slipped behind her desk.

Normally, when you heard those words from Clark, it was in the comfort of your apartment, usually when she was feeling mischievous or flirty.

Today was neither.

She wasn’t even looking at you—your usually adoring girlfriend, who had earned a reputation around the office for never being able to stop gazing at you, even before you started dating.

Her computer wasn’t even on.

She just sat there, refusing to look at you.

Around you, conversations continued uninterrupted. Someone laughed across the room. Jimmy argued with the copier.

The world kept moving while yours paused.

Her flat voice pulled you out of the spiral.

“Are you just gonna stand there with your head up your ass, or actually do something?”

Your jaw slackened, like the wind had been knocked out of you as your heart folded inward.

A painful silence followed while you were too stunned to speak.

“Um… Right. Sorry, sweetie.”

Nothing.

Quietly, you walked back to your desk.

Towards the end of the week, the biggest question around the office was: who was this person, and what had she done to Clark Kent?

The woman who was kind enough to apologize to the copy machine after kicking it had become insufferable.

When she wasn’t brooding at her desk, she was answering people’s questions with clipped sentences or correcting them without softening the blow. She dismissed meetings halfway through after claiming they weren’t worth her time.

Even when Jimmy joked about why she didn’t bring coffee for anybody anymore—

Clark replied flatly with, “Because you’re all capable adults. Figure it out yourselves.”

Lois didn’t even playfully argue with her, too afraid that she was going to get her head bitten off. Instead, she asked you, “What crawled up Kent’s ass and died?”

You stopped talking to her, bringing her coffee, or waiting for lunch after the fourth message went unanswered.

At first, you wrote it off as her having a few bad days, because how long can someone keep their sanity while carrying the weight of the world without cracking? You wouldn’t blame her.

But this was different.

She barely acknowledged you, pretending you were nothing but another coworker, glaring at you with those strangely bright eyes.

And when she did mutter anything to you, it was either “Go away.” or “You’re in the way.”

It always left you in a state of shock. You never answered with a comeback—you simply wandered off, looking back at her over your shoulder with wide eyes, as if you’d just crossed paths with a wild animal.

Her temper had gotten so bad that it even affected her work.

You and Lois would stand in front of the break room television, watching Superwoman argue live on the news, even bickering with Mr. Terrific and baiting the poor man.

Lois stood with crossed arms and raised eyebrows, leaning over to you.

“I think there’s something wrong with your girlfriend.”

Later, when Clark filed her latest Superwoman story, Perry rejected it outright, saying it was unacceptable and that she’d gotten cocky with her writing.

On the tenth day, you began looking up if Kryptonians could get possessed by demons.

You both always joked that her apartment was haunted, with how old and creaky it was. Whereas yours was just now haunted without her scattered ties, forgotten books, and the constant warmth of her presence.

So obviously, that had to be it.

Your girlfriend was just possessed.

But that didn’t explain the red in her eyes.

Maybe it was just a different kind of demon.

To cope with a miserable week, and the terrifying thought that you might never get the old Clark back, you ordered dumplings.

So when the knock finally came, you didn’t bother checking the peephole, swinging the door open with your tip in hand.

Your polite expression for the delivery person fell away as the woman who’d been avoiding you all week stood there instead.

Her hair was wind-tossed, coat unbuttoned, with a paper bag dangling from one hand.

You pouted.

“You aren’t my dumpling delivery.”

Her eyes narrowed as she lifted the bag.

“You mean this?”

You blinked before snatching it from her hand and retreating into your apartment, having a nagging feeling she was going to follow you in.

“What happened? Scare off the delivery guy?”

Clark didn’t answer immediately, watching you place the bag on the counter.

“No. I passed him in the lobby, smelled the dumplings, and figured I’d save him the trip.”

You groaned.

“I had a twenty-dollar tip for him, Clark. You know I like to tip them extra.”

She shrugged out of her coat, dropping it onto your couch, earning a scoff from you.

“Make yourself at home, why don’t you.”

“Thank you,” she replied, mirroring your sarcastic tone.

You glared.

“…Seriously?”

Clark looked at you over the rim of her glasses.

“What?”

“What do you mean, ‘what?’”

You let out a disbelieving laugh.

“You’ve spent the last week acting like an absolute asshole. You ignored me, my texts, everything. You don’t get to…”

You gestured wildly around your apartment.

“Come here, uninvited mind you, throw your coat on my couch like a stray dog, and act like everything is fine. Fuck you!”

Clark’s expression never wavered, simply watching you let it all out.

It made your stomach twist.

That was the part that confused you most.

Not the coldness, or the sharp tongue, hell not even the strange crimson that’s been flickering beneath her eyes all week.

It was how casual she was.

“You don’t get to pretend nothing happened,” you said, voice thick with crying.

“I know.”

“You don’t get to just show up and—”

She was moving before you finished—three long strides.

Your back met the edge of the counter.

“Clark—”

“Shut up.”

Your breath caught.

“I am trying to be mad at you.”

“Oh, yeah? You’re doing a terrible job.”

“Clark—”

She cut you off, kissing you in the most unexpected, possessive way possible.

By the time your brain caught up, her hands had already found your waist.

The counter dug lightly into the backs of your thighs before the pressure disappeared altogether.

And with effortless strength, Clark lifted you onto the countertop, never breaking the kiss.

“Let me make it up to you, honey.”

Although you were still incredibly angry at her, you figured you could finish arguing with her after she fucked your brains out. You were only human; who had a rough week after all?

Clark has you pinned on your bed, tugging at your nightshirt, exposing your bare breasts.

“Have my girls missed me, sweetheart?”

Ignoring the shiver that ran all over your body, you decided to be bold.

“No… I was fine without you… Capable of taking care of myself.”

Clark harshly pinches your nipple as punishment.

“Please, you know you can’t cum without me.”

Your voice shakes, “I can.”

“Oh, yeah? With what then? Your hands? Or that cheap little toy of yours?”

The sheer terror in your eyes must have been obvious since she chuckles.

“You think I don’t know about that? Have to listen to you play with yourself while I’m across the city?”

You attempt to choke something out, but she interrupts, leaning over to your nightstand, fingers grazing the drawer where it’s hidden.

“Where is it, pretty girl? In here?”

Seconds later, Clark pulls out your vibrator and you see a dark glint flash across her eyes.

“Clar—”

She shakes her head, clicking the vibrator on the lowest setting, placing it onto your mound.

“Did you really think this cheap plastic could replace me?”

Still feeling slightly defiant, you spit, “I only used it because you’ve been a dick.”

Clark glares, the vibrator closer to your clit. The bite of the vibrator compels your hips to jerk. Even on the lowest level, it was still so intense.

“Very mouthy for somebody who is this soaked.”

Your body completely twitches and she anchors a firm grip on your thighs, growling.

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You don’t get to move.”

The vibrator runs up and down your slit, causing more wetness to seep through the fabric of your panties.

“Clark… stop teasing me.”

“Oh honey, I still haven’t properly apologized to you yet… that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to say sorry?”

She quickly tosses it aside, making you whine at the sudden loss of friction, “I thought you were going to—”

Clark has an almost evil smirk spread across her face as she grabs your legs, settling down in between your thighs.

“Oh, I was. But you decided to be a brat… gotta fix that first.”

You gaze down at her, watching her rip your panties off you before she moves back up momentarily to guide them into your mouth.

You’re instantly met with the taste of your arousal, muffled whimpers escaping.

She pats your flushed cheek, “There. That ought to keep you from talking back.”

Going back to part your legs, her breath fans over your glistening slit as her hands claw their way onto your ass.

“Oh, look at you. So fucking wet...”

Instead of devouring you like a woman starved as you hoped, she began delivering kitten licks up your slit, marveling at your taste.

“Shit, baby… Forgot how addictive you are.”

The air left your lungs in a sharp wheeze when she ate you out, tongue wrapping around your clit.

Your shrieks are barely heard, your panties serving their purpose, gagging you as you try to slip your hand into her curls.

Clark groans into your core, the aftershocks of the vibration rocking your body. She soon oscillated between slow and deep to faster, relentless strokes against your cunt, nose grinding against your clit.

Every muscle in your body stiffens, squeezing the sides of her head with your thighs as you scream. Just as your orgasm washes over you, tears run down your cheeks.

When Clark pulls away after letting you ride through it, through the blur of your tears, you can see that her chin’s shiny.

And her plump lips were swollen, slick with her own drool and your wetness.

“Good girl.”

She quickly discards her jeans and boxers, tossing them blindly. Clark leans down to yank the underwear out of your mouth so she can kiss you.

Your legs get pushed up to your shoulders as she aligns both of your cunts seamlessly. “Sorry, honey… I need this…”

Clark’s rhythm is unforgiving, rutting into you heavily. Every single contact pushes you closer to your breaking point.

You haven’t even recovered from your first orgasm, scrambling to hold onto anything, seeking some anchor.

“Clark, I-I can’t…. It’s too much.”

She silences you into a searing kiss, driving her hips steadily forward, trapping you beneath her weight—yet your hips instinctively tilt upward to meet every single demanding downward surge.

“Fuck, this feels so good… missed this pussy.”

You endure the pressure build up once more, allowing your body to surrender, poised to make you go unconscious.

“Oh, right there… right there, Clarkie…”

She grins at how you slur, letting out a gravelly groan against your lips. Her muscles lock, shattering her restraint entirely.

The rough pace of her movements keeps you nodding as you fuck each other in perfect harmony.

“I know… I know… come with me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Your overstimulated walls begin to spasm around nothing, sweat blooming across your forehead as you obey her, release rippling through you.

Her cum spills onto your cunt as you both crash over the edge together, breathless and entirely undone.

Clark collapses onto you, grinding her pelvis forward, even long after you both finish, acting like an untamed animal.

You have to heave her off you, using all of your mortal strength, panting through parted lips.

“Clark… get off me.”

She keeps her face buried into the soft skin of your neck, refusing to move, whining for a while—which surprises you—while feebly humping your thigh.

The movement against your thigh does slow to a halt, but Clark doesn't lift her head, tightening her thick arms around your waist.

Her uneven breathing slowly synchronizes with the steady rise and fall of your chest.

She softly mutters, “Missed you.”

When you woke up in the morning, the first thing you noticed wasn’t the golden sun spilling through the windows.

It was the familiar, empty side of your bed—the rumpled sheets and silence.

Your heart still sank, even if it wasn’t all that surprising anymore.

She’d spent over a week pushing you away before barging into your apartment and turning your world upside down.

Now she was gone.

The thought settled like lead in your stomach, kicking yourself for wishing you’d stood your ground instead of giving in to her.

You sat up, threw on your robe, and went to make a cup of coffee when you faintly heard the clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen.

Completely terrified, you stared at the bedroom door, freezing when footsteps stopped right outside.

Carefully, Clark stepped inside, balancing a wooden tray against one broad forearm. She smiled at you.

“Oh, good! You’re awake.”

Your eyes instantly dropped to the tray.

On it sat pancakes, fresh fruit, freshly brewed coffee in your favorite mug, and a tiny vase holding a single daisy that definitely hadn’t been in your apartment yesterday.

She looked…

Normal.

Her blue eyes were just blue again, none of that strange crimson lurking beneath them. No biting sharpness or dry sarcasm.

Just warm, familiar blue.

Still, you didn’t trust it.

What if she was trying to manipulate you?

Or worse… what if she wasn’t?

Her cheerful expression instantly fell at your uneasy stare, tilting her head like a confused puppy before placing the tray on the nightstand.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“You…” Your voice caught.

“You look…”

She sat beside you on the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning your face.

“Are you okay…?”

You blinked, watching in confusion as Clark pressed the back of her hand to your forehead.

“Did I… go a little too rough last night?”

The question was so painfully, unmistakably Clark that your brain stopped working.

“You don’t look sore, but I pulled out the heating pad just in case. There’s pain medicine in the kitchen if you need it.”

After a moment, Clark paused, looking back at you.

“Honey, I love you… but you’re freaking me out here.”

You reached forward cautiously, your fingertips brushing her cheek.

She leaned into your hand without thinking.

The gesture was so instinctive that something inside you finally unraveled.

A quiet laugh escaped you.

“Where’s the asshole who almost fucked me unconscious last night?”

Clark winced, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Uh… she’s… gone. I hope.”

She reached for your hand, bringing your knuckles to her lips. The touch was so gentle compared to the woman she’d been the night before.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I, um… well, the Justice Gang and I were dealing with Red Kryptonite. We contained it, and I was exposed before any of us realized it. Kara tried to stop me, but I was being stubborn and thought I was going to be fine like last time.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Last time?”

Clark sighed.

“Oh, yeah… I came into contact with some of it in high school. Smaller doses, apparently, compared to what I was exposed to this time.”

You hesitated before asking.

“Do you remember everything from the past week?”

She grimaced.

“Everything, unfortunately…”

Her eyes dropped to your hand in hers.

“I, uh… have a lot of apologies to make.”

You snorted, gently nipping at her nose. “Yeah… you do. Your one from last night was pretty terrible.”

She blushed instantly, groaning into your arm as she hid her face.

“I'll be apologizing to you until I die for that.”

You laughed, tugging her back onto the mattress beside you.

“God, you’re so dramatic sometimes.”

Clark looked longingly at the breakfast tray.

"Babe... what about your food? I worked really hard on it."

You managed to pull her onto the mattress beside you, peppering her face with kisses.

sugardaddy! nanami started coming by every single evening after that. the tips he left were so ridiculously generous that sometimes they covered what you made over several shifts. it didn’t take a genius to figure out you were running yourself into the ground, juggling exhausting shifts and college just to barely make ends meet.

one night, when he set another huge stack of cash on the counter, you couldn’t take it anymore and gently asked him to stop spending so much money on you. he just smiled faintly, reached over to gently ruffle your hair, and quietly told you not to worry about it.

sugardaddy! nanami smiled every time he found a different little drawing on his coffee cup. sometimes it was a cute animal, sometimes it was a goofy smiley face, and every morning he caught himself looking forward to seeing what you’d drawn for him this time.

but one friday, everything changed. he left the office later than usual and spotted you walking home in the middle of pouring rain. he pulled over immediately, got out of the car, and stopped in front of you. the second he saw your teary cheeks and your red, puffy eyes, he offered to drive you home.

at first, you shook your head in panic. “i don't want to ruin your car. really, i am fine.” he just shook his head without a word and told you he wasn’t going anywhere until you got in.

the entire drive, he didn’t ask any unnecessary questions, but every now and then you caught the worried, gentle glances he kept stealing your way. when the car came to a stop in front of the house next door (you weren’t that stupid to give a stranger your real address, after all) he turned off the engine.

turning to face you, he gently brushed the back of his hand across your cheek, then held out one of his business cards. “if you need help — and you do — call me. i am always available.”

sugardaddy! nanami invited you to one of those quiet, expensive restaurants with a panoramic view of the city lights after you finally called him after another exhausting shift and another fight with your boss. he watched you as you looked through the menu and told you to order whatever you wanted without thinking twice.

when dessert came and the stress from the long day finally faded, he gave you a warm smile. nanami gently covered your hand with his big, warm one and quietly said he genuinely wanted to help you however he could, so you never had to put yourself through endless night shifts and constant exhaustion again.

when you asked if he did this kind of thing often, he just chuckled softly and shook his head. “i actually heard about this from a friend not that long ago,” he said. “and i immediately thought of you.”

sugardaddy! nanami paid off your entire tuition first and paid your rent a year in advance. he even got your rental guy's number himself and firmly told to call only him about anything related to money and never bother you about it again.

when you, completely shocked and unbelievably flustered, rushed over to him, wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, and asked in a trembling voice why he did all of this so far in advance, nanami gently hugged you back and said that he just wants to make sure you don’t have to work yourself to death again for a while if you end up not liking this kind of relationship and decide you don’t want to see him anymore.

sugardaddy! nanami chose LA for your first trip together — he had an important business meeting there, and he was determined to take you with him.

he didn’t leave your side for a single second the entire evening. his hand rested firmly and possessively on your waist, and he proudly introduced you to his business partners as his girl. nanami caught every glance you gave him, and the moment you started to get tired of the small talk and polite smiles, he gently pulled you closer, softly rubbing your side with his thumb and whispering praise into your ear. “you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

sugardaddy! nanami set one clear rule from day one: he was never going to pressure you or push you into anything sexual.

he set all of this up purely for your comfort and your studies, and he never expected any kind of “payment” in return. and even though you felt grateful for it at first, now you practically went crazy because of how badly you wanted him.

he was handsome, tall, rich, and built — who could blame you?

so you tried to tease him, but he just laughed and shook his head saying you don’t owe him anything.

sugardaddy! nanami finally gave in when you practically climbed into his lap in the car. he reclined the driver’s seat and folded his arms behind his head, watching as you practically rubbed yourself against his thick thigh. “you couldn’t sit still all night. did my pretty girl need something?”

you bit your lip and shyly shook your head. “yeah?” his thumb traced a slow circle over your hip. “you sure?” he shifted his leg beneath you — just a little — and your hips instinctively rolled forward. you froze, your face burned with embarrassment, but he was already smiling.

“that’s what i thought.” he moved again, this time on purpose, lifting his thigh so your weight pressed your clothed pussy harder against it. you let out a sharp, helpless gasp and grabbed onto his shoulder.

“use your words, baby.” “…n-ngh… i need…” “you need what?”

he moved his leg again, slow and cruel, the muscles in his thigh rubbing against your clothed pussy. your head fell back. your hips started moving on their own, riding his thigh in search of more friction. “there she is. there’s my needy girl. fuck, wanted this for so long.”

his hand on your thigh held you there, letting you fuck yourself against him at your own pace. the seam of his pants rubbed against your clit through your soaked panties with every roll of your hips. “ah-ah!… daddy… mm-ngh!…”

“that's it, baby. look at you, getting yourself off on my leg like a desperate little thing. you're soaking through my pants.” “mmnnnh! can't help it —” “i know you can't, pretty girl. I know. you get so wet just from my leg, hm? what's gonna happen when my cock's inside you? when I'm splitting you open?”

your hips stopped moving. your moan caught in your throat. “yeah, that got your attention, didn't it? fuck, you're rubbing yourself so fast now. you gonna come for daddy? gonna leave a pretty wet spot on my pants so everyone knows you were here?”

“y-yes! yes, daddy... ah! — i'm gonna! —” “come on, baby. cum on my thigh like a good girl.”

you shatter with a cry, grinding down hard, your whole body trembling against him as your orgasm floods through you. the wet spot spreads dark and hot against his trousers. he rubs your back through it, murmuring. “such a good girl. take your panties off. leave them in the back.”

sugardaddy! nanami had you settled on his lap in the back of a private jet. legs spread wide over his thighs, your back against his chest. his suit jacket is discarded somewhere, his shirt is open, sleeves rolled up. and his fingers are inside you.

“look at you,” he said. “so wet. so ready. and i haven’t even really touched you yet.” his fingers found you — thick, long, two of them slipped inside without warning. you choked on a moan, your hips jerked.

“shh. i know. i know, baby. just take it.” they barely fit. you felt every knuckle, every inch of the stretch. he curls his fingers, hits that spot — the one you can never reach on your own — and your hips buck. nanami laughs softly, kissing your neck, open-mouthed and wet. “there she is. there's that spot. you like when I hit it, don't you?”

“y-yes... mmnh! — yes, daddy! ha-ah… it’s too much…” “you can take it. you were made to take it. look at that sweet little pussy swallowing my fingers like it’s starving.”

he fucked you with his hand, his thumb pressed hard against your clit, and you were already close — oversensitive from his fingers, from his words, from the way he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. “cum on my fingers, pretty girl. cum so i can smell you on my hand all fucking week.”

you did — you came with a broken cry, your walls clenched around his fingers, your slick ran down his wrist. he didn’t stop. he worked you through your orgasm until you could barely breathe, then pulled his fingers free and brought them to his lips.

he unbuckled his belt before you even managed to realise. “now,” he said as he dragged the head of his cock through your wet folds, “let’s give you what you really need.”

he pushed in — one long, heavy inch at a time — and you felt every ridge, every thick vein, every unbearable stretch as he filled you. your lips parted. your nails dug into his shoulders. “nn-ngh… you’re too big…”

“shh. you can take it. you can take all of me. i’m going to split this tight little pussy open, and you’re going to love every second of it.” he buried himself all the way to the hilt, balls deep, and stayed still, let you get used to the weight of him inside you.

“is this what my princess wanted? for me to split her sweet little pussy open?” “y-yes… ha-ah… yes, daddy!…”

“yeah? you wanted daddy to fuck you stupid in the back of his jet?” “yes! ah! yes! —”

he started moving — deep, hard thrusts shook the whole cabin, his hips slapped against you, his heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust. “look at you. look at this sweet little thing taking my cock. this is what you were made for, isn’t it? made for daddy to use.”

“yours… nn-ngh… i’m yours…” “that’s right. every inch of you. this pretty pussy. this mouth. all mine.”

he fucked you until you couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except cling to him and take it. and when you came again with a cry, your whole body trembling — he came with you, buried deep inside, spilling hot and thick. “my perfect, perfect girl.”

sugardaddy! nanami fucked you in every corner of his house as soon as you moved in with him. in the kitchen — bent over the marble island, your palms pressed against the cold stone, his body flush against your back. “taking my cock on the same counter i made you breakfast on this morning.”

next came the dining table — your legs thrown over his shoulders, your back pressed against the polished wood. on the couch — over the armrest, face-down, on your side, in every position he could think of.

but the way he fucked you while holding you up was his favorite.

he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms locked around his neck. he held you by your thighs, walked with you, fucked you with every step. your back hit the wall, then the doorframe, then nothing at all as he carried you down the hallway. every movement pushed his cock even deeper inside you, and there was nothing you could do except hold on.

“nn-ngh! … ha-ah… i’m gonna fall…” “i’ve got you, baby. i’m never gonna let you fall. just hold onto me.”

he kissed you deeply while he fucked you standing up, his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your ass, spreading you apart for every thrust of his cock. he took your nipples into his mouth while you hung onto him, your weight meant nothing to him, your whole body pressed tightly against his.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against your chest. “wrapped around me. taking everything i give you.”

“… i can’t… i can’t anymore…” “yes, you can. one more time for me, my pretty baby. one more, and i’ll fill you up.”

sugardaddy! nanami went on a business trip to monaco, but couldn’t go a single day without seeing you. “move your phone lower,” he said, his voice dropping. “spread your legs. let me look at you.”

you did as he said and lowered your phone, right to the place that wanted him most. “there she is. there’s my pretty girl’s pussy. mm-ngh… i miss you so fucking much.”

he was already hard — you could see the bulge straining against his dress pants. he unbuckled his belt, pulled his cock free, and wrapped his hand around it. “show me how much you missed me. touch yourself. let me watch.”

you lowered your hand to your stomach, your fingers found your clit. you were already wet. you rubbed slow circles over it, and he watched, his hand moving in time with yours. “faster, baby. the way i do it. use two fingers.”

you obeyed, moaning his name. “that’s my good girl. now tell me. tell me how badly you want me inside you.” “i want you inside me, daddy… nn-ngh… i want you…” “say it, baby.”

“i want your cock… ha-ah!… i want it so bad… i miss your fingers… i miss your mouth…” “fuck… keep going, baby. tell me more.”

“i miss the way you stretched me… mm-ngh… i miss the way you filled me all the way… i miss… ah!… i miss your tongue…”

his hand moved faster, his breathing turned heavy, his cock flushed and hard as he watched you fall apart on camera. “you’re so pretty like this. spreading yourself for me on a facetime. such a dirty little girl, huh?”

“yes… ha-ah… yes… only for you…” “that’s right. only for me. cum for me, baby. let me watch that little swollen clit.”

you did — your body arched over the bed, a cry tore from your lips, his name fell from your mouth. he let out a low, throaty moan as he watched you. “fuckfuck, you’re not leaving that room when i get home. i’m gonna fuck you for days. you understand?”

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