liliana lux

♡ ₊˚‧ 𝓔.𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔. is your ex lover who still can't keep his hands off of you.

˖ ࣪૮₍ smut :: f.oral :: pussy smacking :: slight degradation :: semi-public sex :: princess!reader ࣪ა ࣪˖

Marble floods and crystal chandeliers. The chatter of nobles, the disinterest of royals, the firmness of guards.

And a dark prince's mouth on yours.

Stolen away to some corner of sin in your palace. Pressed into one of your holy pillars while his hands defiled your skin through your dress without even touching it.

He always did. Defiled you. Ruined you. Shattered your pride and called it obsession.

"Think you're clever?" Satoru breathed, hot on your lips. Smudging you in his forbidden kiss as his hands traced secrets over the slopes of your body. "Dancing with him of all people?"

"Lord Sukuna has his way with woman,” you dared to murmur.

Blue cut into something sharp. Deadly.

“Maybe,” he mumbled, ghosting your lips. Before he seized your wrists. Pinned them above your head. Forced you to surrender to him as his knee wedged between your legs. Ruffled your elegant gown.

His grin was the true evil prince. Flaunting his sharp teeth. Taunting your mouth.

“But does he know my woman?”

You gasped as his knee flushed up into your thighs. Ground into your centre and sent sparks to the base of your spine. He was good at that; splintering you.

“Bastard,” you rasped. And yet your head still fell back. It was innate to expose yourself to him. Bear your throat and beg for his teeth to sink your pulse.

“Oh, princess.” His cold lips dragged down your throat. Your heart still stuttered whenever he called you that. “Oh, how you love me.”

He breathed a husky laugh. Something steel like a sword and smooth like velvet. As forbidden as his kisses that sealed over your pulse. Whispering curses and vows into your veins.

Satoru always sucked marks. Always left something behind for you to shame over in the mirror. Whether it be the bruises on your hips from his fingers, the bites all over your breasts or the hickies across your neck.

Anything that painted across your flesh with his violent brush: I was here. You're mine. Even when you don't want to be.

He dropped to his knees. The only time that the tyrant prince would kneel for anyone.

For you.

To hoist your legs over his broad shoulders. To hike your dress up and defile you. Ruin you. Shatter you.

“Gojo—” you croaked as he mouthed on your panties, searching for treasure yet teasing you all the same.

He bit. Not hard. But a warning. Right over your clit as he sucked the fabric harsh between his teeth and trapped the bud until your hands shot into his white, silky hair.

“Ah—”

“Call me by name, you spoilt slut.”

You should have kicked him. Clawed his scalp. Gouged his eye. Anything rather than buck into his devilish tongue as it stroked over your clothed slit.

Because when the sun set over your kingdom, one thing remained true: you were always his spoilt slut.

“Fuck you,” you whimpered.

His grin etched into your panties.

“Yeah? Like this?”

His icy fingers nip into your cunt. Rubbing over your damp spot with maddening slowness.

You locked your hips from bucking.

“— or this?”

He hooked your panties to the side. Pressed the tip of his tongue to the bottom of your slit and laved a long, fat, filthy stroke all the way to your quivering clit.

Your hips bucked.

You broke.

“Satoru,” whined, whimpered— wrecked. Because you always gave in to him.

“Sshh sweetheart,” he cooed, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. It was the only time he ever called you anything remotely endearing. “Keep it down. Or would you like your court to see you here?”

Strong hands shrouded in bloodshed squished your thighs. Trapped them. Pinning them back so your cunt was on full display to him. Puffy, needy.

“See their princess with the evil prince tonguing on her spoiled little cunt?”

“toru—!”

Heat flooded your tummy as he rolled your clit on the flat of his tongue. Slow. Sinful. The way everything about him was. Before his face shoved up into your sweet cunt and lapped at all the sensitive spots he still remembered.

“Still so sweet,” he groaned, rumbling into your slit as his tongue slithered in. One that spilled only lies but now worshipped you so effortlessly. “Hah, fuck. And you were gonna let him have this?”

“H-He's better than you.”

“Does he makes this pussy squirt better than me?”

Filthy. Satoru was always filthy. Your little squeal turned into an indignant huff as you glanced down to catch his bastardly, charming wink. Those baby blue eyes never suited his cruelty.

Your fingers coiled into his hair. Rutting your sopping cunt into his face in hopes of shutting him up.

It did, for a moment. All he could do was groan. Flutter his eyes back and eat at your pussy like a starved peasant rather than a prince.

“That's my brat. Yeah. Use me, princess.”

“Sh-Shut up and make me cum—”

“Ask nicely.”

He withdrew. Spat on your clit and swirled the slick over the twitching bud. His tongue teasing on your swollen folds. All while his stare pierced up to you. Never breaking. Always yours.

Even when you didn't want him to be.

Your lips pressed together. Pride gurgling in your chest and festering your glare even when your cheeks were warm and your cunt was hot.

“As if ever beg for you again,” you hissed.

“Aww, princess,” he cooed. Sin dripping from his tongue as his hand traced over your thigh. Then struck. Smacking your clit once, twice, until it throbbed under the sharp stings.

“You say it like you weren't born for it,” his chuckle taunted your thighs as his lips brushed over them. Slaps to your cunt keeping you on edge. Driving you to insanity.

Satoru's mouth is hot under your slit. Fanning his breaths on your twitching velvet until your hips bucked and your whimpers pitched.

His grin turned dirty. Devilish.

“Like you weren't born for me.”

He pinched your clit.

Splintered your resolve. As he always did.

“Please,” the croak's pathetic. Pitiful. And such a far cry from anything remotely princess-like. “Please, toru.”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“L-Let me cum. Let me—”

“Yeah?”

He pressed his thumb further into your clit. Rubbed in firm, languid circles. Just right. Not enough. Your head fell back.

“Fuck— please!”

“Not very princess-like, pretty.” He snickered, but conceded. Miraculously. Maybe greedily. The evil prince was all seven sins and more.

Greedy in the way he latched to your cunt.

Sloth in the laziness of his eyes that watched your every move through thick lashes.

Prideful in the squeeze to your thighs that held you as if you were still his.

Wrathful in the lewd lashes of his tongue and mouth smothering your cunt.

Envious in his lips that sucked, suckled, laved and lapped the idea of another man from your blurring mind.

Lustful in his filthy sounds that muffled into your wetness. Slurred into every pulse of pleasure.

And gluttony?

Gluttonous in the way he clutched to your plush. Shoved his face further into your musk. Trapped you on his mouth. On his tongue fucking you into seeing stars— as you shattered. Again. Spilling, squirting your hot cum all his face. And still—

He ate at your pussy as if he was starved.

And you tugged at his hair as if it were salvation.

“Fuck— fuckfuckfuck.”

“Language, princess,” he husked. Ragged and rough as he slowly parted. Slick strings snapping from between your cunt and his messy lips.

A thumb rubbed on your inner thigh. Calloused from years of slaughtering the weak under his blade.

And yet he cradled you, a weak princess, in his palms.

He always did. That was the problem.

“I hate you,” you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut as he smoothed out your dress and laid chaste kisses down to the corner of your knee. “I hate you.”

“I loathe you.”

He mused, deeper than his ocean eyes that swiped up to you through his lashes. Mouth ghosting your skin. His grin faint—

“but fuck.”

—yet still a blade that carved his name into your heart.

“If I don't love that spoilt pussy.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @uzmacchiato. art cred: @/hunnismokah

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