#domfem

You never wanted this. Never wanted to be married especially to him.

You don't want to produce heirs for a man like him or be known as his wife, not even be seen in the same room. But it's all their fault , your parents didn't care about your happiness or well being, they only saw you as a pawn in their game.

Theyarriee you off to Aegon in return for an alliance with the Targaryens.

He consumed alcohol, had whores and bastards all around King's Landing, yet you were expected to be a obeying wife? Give him children he wouldn't even care about or know they're there?

No. You're gonna live the way you want.

You're gonna drink until you can't anymore, you'll talk to whoever you want and won't have more than a child. You're gonna prove him he won't have his way.

After your marriage he was drunk and unable to even know your name.

Each morning he wasn't present to breakfast,most of the time he wasn't even in the castle, you've heard he was a loyal client of street of silk.

Soon enough you slowly started drinking, some might say you were a match.

It was clear Alicent regretted marrying you off to him.

One night, Aegon drunkly stumbled upon you, and a knight in your bed.

He was furious, raging even, so it's no shock when the screaming match began, you weren't just gonna stand there and have him yell at you for the exact same thing he does.

-You're a Whore! Daring to bring another man in the bed you share with your husband!-

He shiuted at you, sluring on his words.

-You have no right to call me a Whore!how many bastards do you have?! How many whores had you fucked?!

Your scream louder than his, at that point he realised you're fiercer than he tought, it made him feel small next to you, a woman with a strong will.

-You dare yell at me for a thing you do each day! So I suggest you keep your mouth shut, instead of making more if a fool of yourself.-

You started dressing yourself up, not allowing him watch your naked body anymore. You grabbed the goblet of wine you had next to your bed and drank it down.

You passed by him when he caught your arm.

-where are you going?-

You glared at him.

-For a walk, go to sleep.-

You pulled your arm away from him and left him in the dark chambers.

The next day you were dressing up for breakfast you saw him sprawled over the bed, in a deep slumber.

-such a waste of a pretty face.-

You muttered, it was truly a shame, he could have made a fine prince.

You sighed and left the chambers.

At breakfast, Alicent brought the subject of children.

-It's been some time since the two of you married, when will you gift me some grandchildren, my dear?-

Well that pissed you of , she saw the way you and Aegon were system she had hopes for children?

-It's not a matter of when, it's a matter of "if". If I remember correctly there is no actual need of heirs for Aegon, after all, Rhanyra is the Heir of king Viserys, am I right?-

Alicents face was shocked, she didn't expect you to react that way.

-after all, I wouldn't want to have a deadbeat of a husband as father for my children... And I'm not the type to love, children.-

You continued, you weren't planing to do what everyone expected of you, you'd rather die than become a pupet, like you've heard Alicent become.

Alicent's face priceless.

After that she didn't say anything.

You finished your meal and excused yourself from the table.

Later that day you were with Aemond, you enjoyed his company. His and Helena's, but she was at dragon stone with her bethrothed, Jacaerys.

You felt good at the reply you gave Alicent.

Feeling tired and in needing of some relaxing, you called the maids to set a bath for you.

That same time Aegon stumbled, drunk, again in your chambers.

-Well look at that.-

You sighed in annoyance, yet stripped naked and sinked in the hot bathing water.

You sent the maid away, wishing to wash yourself.

You didn't like people touching you.

From across the room, you saw Aegon standing there, looking at you, more to say, your body.

-Don't act like you haven't seen a woman's body before Aegon.-

He didn't look away, he kept watching your every move shamelessly.

-I haven't seen yours before.-

his drunken voice broke the silence.

-good, go to sleep.-

you returned to washing your body,you saw how he eye fucked you.

-Go now,-

You waved him off like a mother would do to her child.

Aegon decided to disobey and move towards you, leaning on your tub now.

Your eyes looked into his.

-What do you want, child.-

And advantage you have as being older than him with five years.

He looked you up and down.

-You, I can have as many whores as I wish but I don't think they feel like you..-

You chuckled and leaned your head back.

-You can't always have what you want, and don't you ever compare me to your whores. -

Your hands ran through your hair, sighing,noticing how Aegon wanted to touch you.

You grabbed his wrists violently.

-Can't you listen brat?-

Your stern voice filled his ears. One hand grabbed his jaw tight.

-I need you...-

Aegon voice soft , a whimper.

-Find yourself a maid.-

The hand you had on his jaw released, pushing his face away.

-No maid could satisfy me anymore, I want, no I need to have you, please!-

He beggs, you look at his disheveled hair and face.

-Why would I do that?Do you think you are worthy or deserve it?-

Aegon stays quiet, knowing the answer to that.

-that's what I thought, now tell me, why would I fuck you? Your cock's been trough every woman that's crossed your eyes beside your mother and the old septa.-

You looked at his expression, he's not used to being denied things.

You take his face in your hand gently, your faces so close to each other.

The prince moved closer to your face, nose touching yours.

One hand behind his head, playing with his hair , the other resting on his face, caresing his beautiful features.

Your lips close the space with his, giving him a sweet kiss, that he linged so dearly for.

The white haired raised one of his hands to cup your face, the other wanted to touch your chest.

You slapped his hand away from your torso, opening your eyes to give him a warning look.

You pulled away against his wishes.

-No, I will not grant your wish until you prove yourself to be worthy for my love, affection and body.-

You pushed the boy away, deciding your bath is done.

You get up, revealing your whole body to, that's for short of course since you put on your robe.

Once again, you left the prince lustful and longing.

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Sooo I wrote something for Aegon to!

I think I'll make this a second part, perhaps with smut? If he deserves it of course, I'm also thinking of ideas for my Aemond fic that you can check out on my page, until than, who wants a request you can ask!

Byeeee!

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When lunchtime finally came around, Gojo walked his way to class 3-5 to check out who this L/N Y/N is.

When he opened the door to the classroom, he was immediately greeted by the girls.

“Satoru-kun?! What are you doing up here?”

“Hiya Senpai~, I was wondering if you know where L/N-Senpai is. The teachers asked me to tell her a few things.” He put on his act. Talking in a much more cheering tone.

“Oh, L/N-san? She’s usually in the art room at this time. If not, she’s probably in the library.” The girl who was completely melting from Gojo’s presence replied in a heartbeat.

“Really? Thanks for telling me! I'll go look for her now since you know, teachers.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I-I can help you look for her-.”

“Nope! Thanks for the offer though.” He gives her his signature smile, chuckling to himself when he saw her face redden.

Gojo made his way to the art room like the girl had stated, sliding open the door without knocking.

When he opened the door, a girl sitting on a stool while painting on a canvas came into view. His lips curl up into a smirk, making his way over to the girl.

“Are you L/N Y/N-san?” He asked politely. The way he changes his personality is terrifying.

Gojo waited for a reply, tilting his head when he didn't. He doesn't think you even acknowledged his presence from the silence.

“Um... Senpai?...” He tried once more.

Silence.

His friend said you were quiet, but he didn't expect you to be this quiet.

While he waited for your response, Gojo was able to get a good look at your features. His friend wasn't lying when he said you were pretty. Your hair was tied up into a low bun, your uniform and oversized jacket’s sleeves rolled up so the paint wouldn't get on them. A perfectly sculpted side profile with your eyes never leaving the canvas.

“Neh, Senpai. Don't you think it’s a little rude to ignore your kohai?” Gojo whined.

You didn't answer again. You kept your same blank face and continued to paint whatever you were painting. His lips turning into a frown, snatching the paintbrush out of your hand.

His frown turns into a small grin when you turned your head and looked up at him. Gojo was a very tall man, looming over practically everybody and even more when they’re sitting.

Yet his attempt failed again when you just got a new brush and started painting.

Okay. No more cute little kohai act. Time for something different.

He got really close up to your ear, whispering lowly, “Neh Senpai~, why do you keep on ignoring me?” This usually does it for most girls, but not you. You weren't even fazed at all! Not a single shiver or blush was on your cheeks!

It was starting to get frustrating. You should've fallen for him by now. He wasn't supposed to be working this hard to gain your attention. He shouldn't need to.

Gojo was about to say something again when the warning bell rang across the school. You immediately start packing up, not even glancing once at Gojo when you walked out, leaving him standing alone in the room.

Humiliated.

Gojo felt humiliated by himself. His pride in getting every girl was wounded just by a single girl. It was unacceptable for him.

For the next few weeks, Gojo would visit the art room or library each lunch break and after school. Doing the most to gain your attention. Throwing erasers or pencils while you read a book, ruining your art midway by suddenly smearing paint all over the canvas.

But nothing gave him the attention he wanted from you.

Stepping things up a notch, it was those rare times when you were eating your lunch in your classroom. While you sat alone by the open window, Gojo took this chance to pour milk over your head. Your blank face finally showed some emotion, eyes widening when you felt the cold liquid drip through your hair.

Everyone in the class became quiet as they could hear Gojo’s friends laugh. Some classmates snickering along with them. Gojo chuckled lightly with a smirk, bumping shoulders with his friends, but he stopped laughing when he made eye contact.

The only time out of all the weeks you've looked at him was the first day he had met you.

He got a little excited. His cheeks slowly turning pink when you continued to look at him with such strong eye contact.

You finally looked at him.

It was as if he was deprived from your attention. The attention he wanted more.

That event ended there, some of the girls helping you out to get the milk out of your uniform.

The next time you meet is after school...

You were in the art room per usual, finishing up a new painting you started a few days ago. Your eyes shifted over to the clock that was ticking, 3:58 PM. It was around this time where-.

The door slides open.

Gojo Satoru comes in, strutting his way to you. There was a daily routine. Gojo would walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your shoulder, setting his chin on top of your head. He would watch for a bit and he’ll start his schemes.

But not today, especially not after the incident at lunch. He craved for more of your attention.

However, before he could do anything, Gojo was pushed down by you. A firm grip on both wrists held them down to the floor, his whole body caged in from you.

Your faces were really close. And I mean really close.

That same feeling of excitement rushed through his body, his cheeks burning a brighter color than at lunch.

“Are you that much of an attention whore that you had to pull that stunt at lunch?”

Gojo’s body froze.

This was the first time you ever spoke to him. Let alone, the first time he heard you speak. You had a very sultry voice. A voice that you wish to hear all the time when you're angry or stressed. A voice that’ll lure you in without any intention.

“I-I-, umm... I...” He couldn't form his sentence, taken aback by you suddenly speaking.

“Why don't you start with an apology instead of whatever you’re trying to say right now, hm?” You leaned your face closer, not helping the situation for Gojo.

“I-I’m sorry...”

“What was that?” You leaned your face to the side.

“I’M... sorry... I'm sorry.” He apologized. His gaze shifted away from you.

“And for what are you apologizing for?” You honed him down.

“For pouring milk over your head at lunch...” It was as if he was the small bunny getting pinned down by a wolf. You could hear his voice quivering as he spoke.

“Aww, you know there's more than that to apologize sweetheart.”

God, he could've died right then and there just now. The nickname sent shivers down his hot body. The feeling of your chest pressed against his, your thigh brushing between his legs now and then.

It was too much.

“I’m sorry for everything I've done up until now!” He spoke so quickly that the sentence didn't even last a second.

He was beyond embarrassed. He knew that you could see how red his face was getting and how loud his heart was thumping.

A small smirk appeared on your lips that made him blush even more.

“You know... I never thought you’re the type to be this obedient. But I guess I was wrong. What a good boy slut you are~.” You teased, putting your hand on his cheek. “Maybe you should've tried acting like this instead of the cute little kohai act you did on the first day. Then maybe I would've found you cute.” You pulled yourself away when you finished, gathering all your belongings, and left, just like that.

Gojo was left and the floor and continued to stay down on the floor, making sure his brain processed everything that just had occurred.

He looks down at his pants. A raging boner suffocated underneath them. He could already feel the precum staining his underwear. It painfully throbbed, begging for it to be touched.

One of his nails chipped in the process when he hit the metal part of his buckle because of how much he was struggling with his belt.

Throwing the belt across the room, he unzipped his pants, feeling a slight sense of relief when it was no longer restricted. Not wasting a second, his hands when straight for his erected cock, pumping it at a decent pace.

His mind is filled with images of you. The stuff you said earlier, ‘Aww, you know there's more than that to apologize sweetheart.’ The image of you smirking. ‘What a good boy slut you are~.’

The only thing he could think of was you.

The door wasn't even locked and anyone could walk in on him any minute, but Gojo, without a care in the world, moaned as loud as he pleased.

“Ah! Fuck~.” Fastening his pace, his moans grew louder, finally meeting his release. He looks down at the thick white liquid that covered his hand, wishing it was your hands that did all of this.

Gulping down his dry throat, he pulled his pants back up and grabbed his belt. He made sure to clean the floor so there’s no evidence left of what he just did, leaving the classroom to not come back to school for a whole week.

___

Nobody knew why Gojo was gone for a whole week. Rumors that students have made up started to roam the halls. Even though he’s not the greatest person, he’s not the type to skip school. He’s someone that cares a lot about his image, so believe it or not, he cares about his grades and records more than everyone thinks.

“Oh, L/N! This is perfect.” Gojo’s teacher walks up to you. “Could you go over to Gojo’s house and hand over the homework that he missed for this week?” The teacher held out a beige file folder that contained all his homework.

You didn't say anything but the teacher could tell from your face that you were questioning why.

“I already asked his friends, but when they went over to his apartment, he didn't answer. They said he was there, but he wouldn't open the door for them. And I heard that he’s been hanging around you a lot lately, so I thought why not give you a try. I'll give you his address and everything.”

You looked down at the folder for a bit before taking it.

“I’ll give it a try. I'll need his address though.”

The teacher smiled. “Thank you, L/N.”

___

You looked down at the GPS on your phone, walking up to the apartment building. And when I mean apartment building, I mean a penthouse.

Honestly, you didn't find it surprising. You would always hear Gojo brag about something expensive during the halls when you passed him some times.

He lived on the 10th floor in room 115. Pressing the doorbell, you waited for Gojo to pop up on the monitor of the screen.

“Whoever it is go away.”

“It’s Y/N. I brought your homework.” You stated. There was a pause of silence before you could hear a panic of rustling before he opened the door.

“Y/N! Umm...” You held out the file. “Oh! Thank you...” He gladly took it from you.

“I'll be going now.” You bowed with your head and started walking away.

“Wait!” He grabbed your wrist a little too desperately. “Umm... I...” He didn't know what to say. He doesn't even know why he grabbed your wrist when the reason why he’s been gone for the whole week was that he’s too embarrassed to face you. But now that you're here with him in a more private area, he doesn't want to waste his chance.

“You know Satoru...” Damn, the way you say his name makes him melt. “You’re a very, and I mean very irksome guy.” You walked towards him.

Every time you took a step forward, Gojo would take a step backward.

“From the day you started bothering me... Ruining my paintings, throwing erasers and pencils at me while I try to study, pouring milk over my head, and now? You avoided me like some plague for a week and trying to make me stay now that I'm here?” You were inside his penthouse now. Gojo fell backward when his heel got caught by the edge of the flooring that was a level higher. “What exactly do you want from me, Satoru? Because I know damn well that you don't do all of this with the other girls you've slept with.”

You stood between his legs, leaning your upper body down while looking at him. Gojo gulped down the lump in his throat, cursing at himself in his head as he was getting turned on by this. His heart was beating with more nervousness this time, contemplating whether he should just tell you straight up.

He doesn't want to be left alone again like last time, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to admit to the shameful thoughts he's been thinking and wanting.

Him and his stupid pride.

“I...” You raised a brow as he started. “I want you to fuck me.” He finally confessed. If there was a word worse than embarrassment, that’s exactly what he’s feeling right now. His eyes could no longer look at you, straying away to the floor. If there was a dark hole, he would love to crawl into one.

The silence from you wasn’t helping either. Gojo was immediately regretting saying what he just said. He shouldn’t have said that. He should’ve said something different. That was too straight forward. 

“Pfft.” Gojo’s eyes look back up when you slowly came to a fit of laughter. “Haha... Hahahahaha!” Your laugh became hysteric. One hand covered your eyes while the other held your stomach. “Hahaha! Oh my god... Haha... I can’t believe that the Gojo Satoru just asked me, me to fuck him. I knew you were a wretched person from the start, but I never knew you could be this pathetic.” You continued to laugh after that. 

Somebody kill this man before he does himself.

You squat down to his level, Gojo shying away as he leaned his body back. “Is that why? Is that the reason why you were gone for the whole week? Because you were too embarrassed to show yourself to me?” You cooed the last sentence in mockery. “No wonder, because this place smells like some bitch was in heat.” He looked at you with quite the surprised expression. “What? You didn’t think I wouldn’t have noticed? The second you opened that door I could smell it.”

Embarrassment. Shame. Humiliation. It was all getting to him. Fat tears started to roll down his cheeks. His breath hitched as it became uneven.

“Awww, I’m sorry~. Was I being too mean to you?” You weren't sorry at all. “You never thought that you’ll get pushed this far into the corner? You’re just a big baby inside a teenager's body. Maybe this is a great chance for you to be put into your place. What do you think?” You questioned.

“I'm sorry...” He could only repeat the same sentence over and over again.

“Can you stop saying the same shit over and over again? I get it.” Gojo was quick to shut his mouth, continuing to cry silently. You watched him cry until your face perked up when you thought of an idea. “How about this.” Gojo slowly glances back up at you. “Since you want me to fuck you so badly, I will.” His face almost instantly brightened up.

“R-Really?...”

“Mhm...” You nodded. “But yah know... Your friends have been worried about you a lot for this past week since you’ve been ignoring them like the little bitch you are.” He flinches at your words. “So, why don't you give them a call, and while you’re catching up with your friends, I'll help with your little problem here.” You look down at his pants.

“O-Okay...” He didn't sound too sure, but truly he was so desperate for your touch.

“And if you’re good, I'll fuck you with my pussy. You would like that, wouldn't you?” You tilted your head with a sly grin. Gojo nodded eagerly. He would love that. “Well then... Here ya go.” You pull out your phone from your pocket, unlocking it and handing it over to Gojo to call his friend.

He grabs it with shaky hands as he started to call his friend. While he was doing so, you got to work.

The phone rings a few times before his friend picks up.

“Hello? L/N-San?”

“Uhh... Hey, it's me... Satoru.”

While he answered the phone, you slowly undid his pants, pulling down the zipper. You could hear Gojo take in a deep breath of relief when you did. Hooking your fingers at his waistband, Gojo lifted his hips a bit so you could pull them down.

His boner sprung up, hitting his lower stomach. He was big. There's no denying that. His tip was flushed pink, precum drooling down his veins.

His legs flinched when you first touched the tip, circling it with your thumb.

“What have you been up to man?! You completely ignored us for a whole week!”

“Oh, about that... I’m sorry. My famil-EEe.” He messes up his words when you suddenly gripped his dick. Using his precum as a lubricant, you stroked him at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You good bro?”

“Y-Yeah. I was just about to drop a glass cup. Anyways... My family came over and we wanted to spend some time together s-since I rarely get to see them.” His eyes rolled back to the back of his head. You've had fastened your pace. Holy shit, you were only stroking him and this felt better than anything he's ever had with the other girls.

“Oh, okay. But give us a heads up next time though... We were really worried.”

“Yeah, I'm sorry-Ah~!” He slaps his hand over his mouth.

“Are you sure you’re good? Am I interrupting something?”

“Nonono, not at all.” His voice was getting shaky. You started massaging his balls, rolling them around your fingers. All swollen up for your hands to cup.

“Are you gonna be back at school next week?” You could tell that the conversation was coming close to an end. The sudden change in speed made Gojo’s body squirm. His jaws dropping with a silent moan.

“Y-Yeah...” He pulled away from the phone so he could moan quietly. You suddenly stop, a small whine escaping his mouth.

“That’s cheating Satoru. Do that again and I’ll leave you right now.” You whispered the threat into his red ears.

“I'm sorry...” He quickly apologizes, putting the phone back up to his ear.

“Glad to hear!” His friend cheered on the other line.

You went straight back to the same pace you left off. Gojo could no longer sit up, letting his back hit the wooden flooring. His back arched as his chest heaved up and down.

“I’ll see you next week then!”

“Yeah... I-ah- I’ll see you next week.” He bit his lips so he wouldn't risk the chance of moaning anymore for the remaining last seconds. He was so close.

“Bye~!”

“Bye.” He quickly hit the red button, dropping the phone to the ground.

He threw his head back. “Aaaah~”

“You close?”

“Yes yes! Please ngh~ let me cum!” His hips started rutting upwards. “I’ve been good a boy! Good! So pleeeeeazzzzeeee ah~ let me cum!” He begged, the pitch in his voice getting higher.

You wanted to laugh at how desperate he was. “I don't know~...” Your pace slows down. “Have you really though?”

He knew exactly what you meant. “I'm sorry! I’ll never do it again! I promise!” He grabbed your hands. “I promise I’ll never do it again! Mommy please~” Tears stream down his face.

You were taken aback by the name, but you didn't mind it at all. More like it made you snap.

“AH!” He yelps in pain when you unexpectedly grabbed his hair. Kicking your shoes off, you dragged him further into his own house.

You threw him towards the couch, his legs stumbling his way. Getting on top of him in a swift movement, your lips immediately connected with his. He moaned as you pushed your tongue inside, pinching his nipple through his shirt. You were rubbing him with your clothed pussy that was starting to damp from how wet you were. 

One more pinch on the nipple was all it took to make him come, pulling away from the long kiss with a long moan. His breath felt hot on your chin as he panted, your skirt stained from his liquid. 

While he was collecting himself, you started undressing him so he would be completely naked, his lazy eyes watching as you did. 

He couldn’t help but gasp when you took your top off. Who would’ve thought that a girl like you would’ve worn something like that under your crisp uniform. Let alone have some tattoos. The way your bra perfectly fit your chest made him drool. The tattoos making you sexier than you already are. 

“Why don’t we start with your prize?” Your nails trailed down his abs. He nodded hardly that his brain would shake. 

Scooping his cum into your hands, you pumped his already hard dick, pushing your panties aside before you slammed yourself on him. 

“Oooohh-my god!” He screamed in pleasure, throwing his head back once more. 

“Mmmhmm~” You hummed. You weren’t someone who moaned a lot, but he felt so good. The way he filled you up was nothing like you’ve felt before. He was a bit too long for your liking, but his girth was just perfect. It’s a shame that a dick like this is attached to someone like him. 

Rocking your hips, you started a steady pace. The sound of your skins slapping together echoed through the penthouse. Leaning down to his body, you sucked his skin harshly on all different places, making him look as if he was abused. 

“Mommy, mommy, mommy~” He was going dumb. He tried to say something, but all of them came out as moans. 

“Is my sweet slut going dumb from Mommy’s pussy?” 

“Yesyesyesyes! Aah~ Cum! Please!” 

A sinister giggle escaped your lips. “Than come for me.” You fastened your pace. He moaned even louder. Glad that this place had soundproof walls because if it didn’t, you bet there would be noise complaints if it wasn't.

Few more seconds and you could feel him fill you up with his warm seeds. Both of your bodies relax, pulling yourself off of him, you looked down at your work. His lower area was covered with his white liquid, splotches of his skin glowed red, some already turning into a purple bruise. His nipples perking up, lips swollen with a small cut. 

You got up from the couch to look for a towel. When you did, Gojo was quick to grab your wrist. 

“Where are you going?”

“Where’s your towel? We need to clean up.” You answered with a question.

“But you haven’t came.” He pulled you a little bit. 

“Wow... A narcist whore like you can care about other’s pleasure?” You saw his lips twitch a frown. “It’s fine. We’ll leave that for next time. Now, where’s your towel?” You started walking around. You didn’t see it, but when you said ‘next time’ he was more than delighted to know that there’s going to be more in the future. 

“They’re in that closet over there.”