Lola ♞
patron saint of fictional men
19 • she/her • perpetually thirsty • professionally delusional
Welcome to the place where love, obsession, yearning, domination, and beautifully toxic fictional men are always welcome. If a man has a haunted stare, emotional baggage, or enough charm to drop that bar down to hell, chances are he'll end up here.
I post the men I adore, the stories that keep me awake all night and leave class, and whatever delightful nonsense decides to occupy my brain that day. And I’m here to share it with anyone equally willing to spiral.
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xo
Lola ♞ | a girl of her own world | 19 | she | thirsty
Hi babies, welcome to my filthy blog. We're all here to put out thoughts that should not be put out in the world but will be, because who's stopping us?
No one.
I appreciate disgustingly sexual innuendos, shit talk, and sexy, sexy thoughts. Nothing's too much for me except these few things.
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Let's be nice and keep them in mind.
I've got three things on my mind.
Boys | Boys | Boys
especially these ones.
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Was wondering if you could write for rick where reader is young and has lots of stamina so sometimes he just lets her get off on his thigh or ride his c*ck or somethin?
18+ mdni
“Sweetheart, ‘m tired.” Rick groaned, his head falling back into the fluffy pillows.
You whined in protest. “But I need you.”
He smiled up at you, all sleepy and groggy, “I’ve already made you cum.” The older man referred to two minutes ago when his fingers were knuckles deep inside of you.
Naturally, you had a much higher sex drive than Rick. Much more stamina too. He was at least ten years older than you, it was only inevitable.
“I need you,” You pout, hands tangling in the thin material of his sleep shirt, “Need your cock.”
Rick smirked at that— his eyes heavy but a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
“Baby. . .” He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say no to you, especially not with that look on your face— your soft pink lips in a pout, big doe eyes looking into his, he couldn’t resist. “Alright, but I’m not gonna help.” He pulled his cock from his sweatpants, pumping himself in his hands.
You eagerly smiled, already naked from your previous activities, now straddling his lap and lining your entrance up with the tip of his dick.
Eyes falling shut as you sink down on his length, a string of breathy moans leaving your parted lips. “Oh, Rick!”
The man let out a groan, hands flying to your hips in order to control your movements.
“There you go. Such a needy girl, huh?” His fingers dug into your hips, rocking you back and forth on him.
“Mhm!” You agreed, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth, vision going fuzzy as your orgasm approached. “Oh, oh. Oh, mmmgh, Rick.”
“Yeah, come, baby.”
In a second you did. Already.
Your first orgasm already had you sensitive and swollen down there, your second came easily, the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, clit grazing against his public bone every few seconds. You came fast.
A/N: I skipped to I'll Do Anything Aegon and the reader's future relationship, I don't think anyone is surprised by how this turns out, knowing what Aegon is like.
Summary: Cheating, manipulative, intense, self-destructive Aegon cannot change no matter how much he loves you. But he tries. You see his love for you in his jealousy and his violence, but you aren't sure if that's enough.
Warnings: Cheating, violence, mentions and indications of sex, mentions of drugs, blood, angst.
Word Count: 2.5k
Your relationship with Aegon was unconditional and sweet.
Deep into your relationship, you’d left to go to your parents for a month, literally on a different continent across the world, leaving behind the mess of a person that only your presence kept humane. Aegon cheated on you every single night he went out to a party, which was almost every night of the month. He went back to the heavy drinking, partying, senseless fucking and then living out the day like a zombie until the night. Every day, he'd wake up and remember the moment you two had in your house, how you took care of him in his grotesque state, how he promised to be good.
Of course, you'd call him and Facetime him from time to time. But it would be a late night for you and noon for him. He'd put on his best show, but he did feel better hearing your voice or seeing your face. You two wouldn’t talk for long, and the moment you'd hang up, Aegon would cry into your shirt. Your things were all over his room, and his infidelity suffocated him. His family was disappointed in him falling off the wagon, but not surprised.
He promised Aemond he'd tell you about it all, but you just looked so happy when you finally saw him at the airport, running straight into his arms. He didn't have the heart to tell you that day. "I missed you so much baby," you squealed. "I missed you too, so fucking much," he said, the widest grin plastered to his face. He handed you the small, brown, stuffed bear he got for you, his eyes gleaming. "You're so cute," you said.
Aegon decided to bring you straight to his house after that. He could wait another day. He looked at you as you went on and on about what you did, and he was listening so intently he'd never forget a word you said. Alicent hugged you the moment you came into her view, sharing a look with Aegon, who silently pleaded she wouldn't say anything. Nobody told you. Aemond looked disgusted when you finally disappeared into his room for the night, Aegon understood why his brother hated him. But he couldn't have his girl hate him.
His thoughts completely dissolved into nothing as your arms wrapped around his neck, lips hovering over his until he leaned in, sighing as he felt the comfort of your contact. The sex that day was slow, loving, and none of those other girls came even close to how you felt. You fell asleep soon, the jet lag getting to you. Your body was pressed against his chest, his arms tight around your waist, his hand cupping you breast as you slept peacefully. He'd brush the hair from your face, trace patterns all over your body, warmth filling his chest like nowhere else but how it did in your vicinity. He realised that day, he was alone without you. You were all he had.
You really were all he wanted. You were all he wasn't. You were pure, passionate in your work, and ambitious, you wanted to be an architect, for fuck's sake. "What type of architect do you want to be?" he'd ask you. And you'd go on a rant of every possible major you'd find interesting. You were singularly the best thing to happen to him. And he didn't deserve you one bit.
You turned around, sighing as your half asleep self called for him. "I'm right here baby, I'm right here," he said, your arms coming up to his chest as you basically climbed on top of him. "I'm right here," he whispered again, fingers running through your hair.
Aemond told you the next day at breakfast. "Aegon tell you about the cheating?" he simply asked as you all ate cereal together by their poolside. Both Aegon and Alicent's eyes shot up, your frame completely stilling. Helaena glanced nervously from Aegon to you. "Wha-what?" you stuttered. "Guess he didn't," Aemond shrugged, finishing the last of his breakfast and heading inside. "What's he talking about Aegon?" you asked. Alicent and Helaena left the table as Aegon began to explain. They watched from the living room as your shock turned to borderline agony.
By the time he was finished, you held your head in your hands, sobbing so hard you could barely breathe. "Baby I realise now-" he started, "Shut up," you said. You got up from the seat, tears streaming down your face. He stood up, grabbing your wrist. "Please, baby, just listen to me," he said, but you yanked your hands from him. "Fuck you," you cried. "You-you said, you said I was all you-" You couldn't complete your sentence as you completely broke down, letting him wrap his arms around you as you wailed into his chest.
"I knew-knew I shouldn't have been with you," you said in between cries. You were in so much pain, that Aegon wanted to kill himself. "You are all I want," he said again, trying to soothe you. "Liar," you said, still not pushing him away. "They didn't mean anything, all I saw was you, all I wanted was you," he told you, cradling you in his arms as your tears fell, whimpers falling from you at his words. "Why would you fuck them if you wanted me," you asked, not daring to lift your head because you knew, the moment you looked into his eyes, it would disgust you and you’d want to leave, but his arms were the only thing holding you together, you had no one else who would support you if you left his arms. "All I wanted was you, baby," he said again. And you didn't know why you listened to him, but you did. You let him soothe your aching heart. You let him comfort you, and you let him remain in your life.
You holed up in his room the whole day after that, and he sat beside you. Aegon silently gazed at you as your hands fiddled with the bear he got you. Time and again, you would start sobbing, holding the bear close to you chest. You'd move away if he got too close, but you knew he was aware of your sheer vulnerability, that despite it being nauseating, you needed his presence. You hated him but he was all that held you together.
"How could you do it so many times?" you finally asked. "Mindless sex was all I knew before I met you," he said. "Wow, so that's how it is. I leave for one day and you cheat on me?" you asked, your voice thick and sore. "It wasn't one day," he whispered, and you scoffed. "I don't know which one of us is more pathetic," you said, your words cutting Aegon like a knife. "I'm a fucked up person, but I can't be without you," he said, hand reaching for your leg, which you pulled back, folding your legs and bringing your knees to your chest. "I hate you," you said, eyes closing as you felt your tears fall again.
"I'm all you have here," he said quietly, speaking the bitter truth as he looked up at you. "What?" you said, voice cracking. "You're all I want, and I'm all you have," he said, and he pulled you to him. You let him. "We're made for each other, stupid mindless sex with random chicks can't change that," he said, pulling you onto his lap. You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it. "I know, baby, I know. You're holier than thou, you don't like parties or drugs, but I do, and I shouldn't change that for a relationship that is meant to be," he said, fingers removing your hair from your face. He wiped your tears.
"What the fuck are you saying?" you asked. "That I'm yours, and I didn't cheat on you because that wasn't my intention. I was just filling my time," he said. "Infidelity is a hobby now?" "no, sex is," "Where is this coming from?" you asked in disbelief.
"Will you break up with me?" he asked. You hated herself as you shook your head. "You can't do this again. Mindless or not, I won't be in a relationship if I'm not respected," you said. But you felt your self-esteem slipping away as he nodded, kissing away your tears. The sex was raw that day, raw with emotion. Your self-hate, your love for Aegon, your confusion, all of that was fucked out of you, time and again until you passed out. You slept away the night on his chest. You woke up early the next morning, and Aegon dropped you back home.
Your relationship with Aegon wasn’t unconditional and sweet anymore.
Aegon would be too tired to drop you at Uni, no matter how much he insisted on driving you everywhere, but he'd always be there to pick you up. He had gone here as well, and he had a reputation. People would whisper as he'd come into sight. Your roommate, Bailey, was nice, you made a few friends, but that was the extent. Most guys stayed off you, they avoided you like the plague. All except a guy named Edgar. Edgar Tyrell was a classic A-grade asshole.
You would usually sit at an unassigned-assigned seat outside the building, doing your studying. And Edgar would always find himself hovering around you. He'd wolf-whistle as you’d walk by, his mates shoving him or shushing him. He'd walk by your seat making obscene gestures. You ignored him, it was harmless enough, you thought. And then you found yourself crying in Aegon's arms when you opened your phone one day to find your face very obviously photoshopped on a porn actress giving head. It was meant to be a joke, the tweet below it said, "boutta see you like dis soon baby," by Edgar and you were tagged. Your socials flooded after that. Aegon didn't say anything, he only you as you cried herself to sleep.
The next day, you dressed in a simple outfit, black full sleeve top, blue jeans, black boots, and a scarf to cover the dark purple trail of hickeys Aegon left the day before yesterday. You tied your hair into a simple pony and did some makeup. "Bye baby," you said, kissing Aegon's sleeping form. Aegon's driver dropped you as you had stayed the night. You attended your first two classes and went to your seat outside. You sipped on a smoothie as you tried to study, but only stared off into space, almost wincing everytime you noticed someone whispering, knowing full well it was about you. You opened twitter to see some people were thinking that you were actually in a relationship with that slimy fuck. And with the universe playing on the worst of your fears, he strolled into the park whistling.
"You saw my tweet last night?" he asked, looking like the ugliest fucker ever. Some of his friends sat a little far away on one of the hedges, looking over cautiously. You wondered if they ever actively tried to stop him. Your attention was brought back to him as he grabbed your jaw.
"When are you gonna put the pretty mouth around me baby?" he asked. "Don't touch me," you spat, yanking his hand off your face.
"She speaks, gentlemen," he mocked.
And then he yelped as he was grabbed by the back of his collar and thrown onto the ground. His shock dissolved into screams of pain as Aegon punched him repeatedly. His face was a bloody mess by the time you actually got up. "Aegon?" you asked, unphased by the violence but confused by his presence. You didn't get too close. You’d seen Aegon in bar fights. No reason to involve yourself. But the crowd that had gathered around them was too much for you.
"Aegon, baby it's fine," you said, slowly reaching for him. "Aegon," you said, and he finally stopped, turning around to look at her with eyes blown wide in anger.
"It was just a joke, he's harmless," you said, grabbing his bloody fists.
"Harmless?" he scoffed in disbelief. He kicked Edgar on his stomach. Spitting on him the blood in his mouth, only injury he managed to cause Aegon.
"And what the fuck are you wearing this for?" he asked her, yanking away your scarf.
"Let them see you're mine." he said.
He walked away, hand dipping into his jacket to take out a flask. Your fingers lightly brushed over the trail of hickeys he left on you, knowing they spread across your breasts and thighs too. Aegon was a master of his art, and by that you meant bruises, either hickeys spread all over your body, or on the faces of guys who thought they could fuck with him. You looked down at Edgar, groaning in pain. You crouched, pretending to comfort him. You moved some of the hair stuck on his face. "Told you not to touch me," you simply said, getting up and packing your things. The crowd dissipated once you left. You walked in Aegon's direction, finally finding him leaning on his car as he smoked a cigarette. He looked much more calm and collected than how he did five minutes ago. He watched you walk to him.
"What the fuck was that Aegon?" you asked, snatching your scarf from him and adjusting it.
"Why do you have to hide that?" he asked, gazing at you as she tried to cover each and every hickey.
"What, so my professors can look at them and phone home for fucking abuse?" you asked.
"Why are you so mad?" he asked.
"You beat a guy bloody for me," you sighed.
"I did, and I'd do it again, the fucker doesn't get to make my princess cry," he said, flicking off the cigarette as he grabbed you by the waist.
"I'm calling Aemond," you sighed, pulling away from him.
"What's that twat got to do with anything?" he asked, removing the scarf much more carefully this time, pressing small kisses on all the hickeys he could spot. You sighed at the feeling.
"Stop," you said. "I saw your cocaine stash this morning, the one you promised me you got rid of," you said, tensing when he stilled. But then he continued, kissing you on the delicate spot between your neck and collarbone.
"I forgot baby, I'll throw it out today," he said.
"Two things, Aegon, no drugs and no cheating, that's all I ask," you said.
"And I give them to you, along with a thousand other things you don't ask for," he said, now sucking harshly, almost making you moan out in the feeling.
"Aegon, we can't do this on uni grounds," you said, feeling his hard-on on your thigh.
"Watch me," he said. Opening the front door of his car and completely leaning back the seat before lying on it, following his word despite your hesitation, his ever-obedient girlfriend. The tinted windows hid you two, but you doubted your sounds would be muffled.
A/N: A prequel to "Piña Coladas", set in the same storyline as "Enamoured by Strawberries" and can be considered a prequel to that as well. I've written this fic in a way where you see the reader's relations with a lot of people in the Targaryen family, and how they hold a place for her in each of their hearts. And I may have pushed this in a little "love triangle" trope as well, which I might continue in future parts or I might not.
Summary: The beginning of the vacation of all the Targaryen children, and a cute family lunch beforehand.
Warnings: Age-gap, an obsessive and calculated Aegon.
Word Count: 4.1k
It had been another shitty morning for you at the mansion. Daemon had woken you up, his loud voice coming from your door to take laps shaking your brain like he’d made you do the moment he decided he could. It was the worst possible way to wake up, seeing as you weren’t even a morning person. Yet, as you sat by your mirror running a comb through your hair, freshly showered and post-run, you felt great. You loved this part of the day the most, which was why you’d let Daemon force you to do this every day, your lazy ways needed the push. And it felt phenomenal to not feel like a slug after waking up as well.
You did the same routine as every day, though you opted to wash your hair today. But after getting dressed as comfortably yet fashionably as you could, you headed for lunch, your stomach growling with hunger. As you walked through the large hallway, having made a right to the grand central staircase, you saw little Aeggie and Visie playing with Ana, their au pair, on a carpet in the living room. You waved to her, giving Aeggie a small kiss on the cheek as he came running up to greet you. Visie preferred Dany's company, but Aeggie had become obsessed with you in a matter of the one minute he spent in your arms. He was only three as of now, looking up at you with large, violet puppy-dog eyes as he lifted his arms, "up-up-up" leaving his mouth in his adorable baby voice.
"You can take him to lunch, I was just getting ready to do so," said Ana.
You nodded, flashing her a smile as you lifted Aeggie up, resting him on your left hip. One of his little hands went over your shoulder while the other twiddled your earring.
Little Aegon was a curious baby, his fiddling always finding something on your person to adore, sometimes your earrings, sometimes your necklaces, your bracelets, or even your hair. You walked behind the staircase, finding the smaller drawing-room, Rhaegar sat there with Aemond, who was on his laptop, they were both conversing. You walked over to them. "Hey guys, whatcha doing?" you said, grabbing little Aegon's arm to stop him from pulling your earrings off. "Just chatting," said Rhaegar. Aemond beckoned you to him, and you walked to stand near the armchair he sat on, glancing at his screen.
"You remember I was reading Critique of the Power of Judgement last night?"
"Yeah, yeah, the five-part by Kant you were telling me about?"
"Yeah, that one. Turns out, I hit a bit of a snag. That man's fucking diabolical, it's almost like I’m supposed to read it and decipher it on my own. I know you've got some app or something that answers everything, would something help?" he asked, looking up from the screen to you as you sat on the armrest.
"Umm, yeah, Reddit. It’ll probably have a bunch of people giving different answers, and you could read different perspectives, and find your own amongst them, there’s also chat gpt, it’s this AI-based website, I think, that just scrolls through everything on the internet and gives you the best answer. Use small sentences, I'm sure you'll find what you're looking fo- what are you doing?" You stopped mid-sentence as the sound of a camera made both you and Aemond turn to Rhaegar. "You guys kind of look like a married couple," Rhaegar snickered. You scoffed. Aemond frowned.
"I'm going for lunch, you guys gonna join us?" you asked.
"Yeah," said Rhaegar, eyes on his phone as he scrolled through the pictures he took.
"Yeah, I'll come to you for help, thanks for the advice," Aemond said.
You nodded, turning away and walking down the stone hallway. Aeggie was very calm in your arms. Rhaenyra had been grateful to you for this since day one, he was a noisy baby, but in her arms or yours, he'd almost always end up completely relaxed. More often than not, you'd find the crying baby being handed to you along with his sippy cup, and he'd settle down fairly quickly. Right now his head rested on your shoulder as he played with the hem of your top. You smiled as you whiffed his platinum hair, and it smelled like babies do. The hallway to the dining hall was one of the longest, tapestries hung on both sides. You'd glance at each and every single one as you walked to lunch every time. You always took your time in this hallway, strolling as the only sounds were your breathing and your echoing footsteps on the cool stone floors. Little Aegon would sometimes babble lightly. You reached the end of the hallway soon, turning left and entering the large doors of the hall, which opened to the dining table, chatter filled the air. Most of the family sat there.
"Hey guys," you said, walking in, as greetings rang across the table. Rhaenyra smiled at Aeggie, who'd now fallen asleep in your arms. She began to get up. "It's alright, he's asleep, eat your food," you said to her, and she flashed you another smile, settling back down into her seat. You walked to your own, Aegon, who sat in his own chair moved yours so you could sit. You uttered thanks to him as you settled into your seat, folding one foot upwards, adjusting so Aeggie lay on your chest, soft snores coming from him.
The dining hall, like the rest of the castle, was of stone and decorated in a dark, yet luxurious manner, its stone appearance giving it this beautiful, authentic ambience that was not very common, yet touches of modernity to balance it out dotted the place. The table was stone with dark marble designs, and the seats were plush pale green and light pink. You took out your phone, flipping through your notifications before turning it off and setting it on the table. Baela had been busy chatting away with Viserys. She turned away from him to your direction and softly elbowed you so as to not disturb the sleeping Aeggie.
"Yo, I spent almost all day yesterday begging Father, and he said yes to allowing a trip for us, I'm thinking Bora Bora," she said. You hmm'ed, approving of her choice, obviously.
"When are we going?" you asked. "Tonight?" she questioned. "It'll take all day to pack, how long are you thinking?" you asked, a whine evident in your former sentence.
"A week? I want a vacation, I've convinced Jace, Mr. Vizzy and his sister here, Vizzy is gonna convince Rhaegar, Aemond, Helaena and Aegon, Daeron's in already," you nodded thoughtfully. You looked over to Vizzy, who nodded at you with a confident smirk on his face. You knew the stubborn boy would get it done within the hour, no issues. He was one of the most persuasive people you knew. You continued chatting with Baela, ever so often running your hand over Aeggie's small body.
Unbeknownst to you, Aegon was simply gazing at you. He'd known about your slight crush on him for a while now, but you kept it under covers. Since the moment he did realise that about you, he'd caught himself staring quite often. He was so lost in his thoughts that Daeron slapped his arm to make him look away from you. He looked back at his younger brother, annoyance evident in his gaze, who leaned in and whispered, "Daemon's caught you staring. If you're really going to undress her with your eyes, at least don't do it in public for all to see," he said, scoffing.
It was well known Daemon had taken a liking to you, he treated you like Baela, only he shared more interests with you. He played a paternal role in your life since you’d moved into the mansion. Aegon did not want to mess with Daemon one bit. He turned back to his meal, uninterested as he'd throw glances at you ever so often. Aegon loved it when you doted on him. He enjoyed it far more when you'd start to get all girly for him, getting flirty, and touchy, but he knew of your inexperience. You were a master of the pre-sex, you were good at flirting, you knew the right thing to say, the right moment to touch. But Aegon knew if he were ever to take you to bed, you'd completely give in, and let him lead.
He'd seen you interacting with others too. You were very sweet at times, like with Baela, with little kids, and especially little babies. Your actions showed affection, your hugs were long, your words thought out, and you were attentive to those you talked to. This was the reason Aemond had taken a liking to you, as a friend even if you were much younger. He'd seen you two have discussions quite often. And sometimes it made him jealous.
You were also a brat. You'd quip, snap and even anger easily. You were social, but if someone tried to cross limits, your temper would take. Your words could be the most bitter of poisons laced in the sweetest honey. It was obvious the only way to handle you was to dominate you. Take Daemon, for example, he was sweet with you but very strict. Aegon knew about the training, and the pride Daemon held in seeing you excel at it. You were angered easily, yes, but could be subdued if caught by surprise. That's how he imagined you in bed, obedient but demanding, bratty but submissive. You'd top him only with his guidance, only if he asked you to and taught you to, and he'd still be in control. He'd teach you things about him, about your own body. The thoughts made his cock twitch, and he threw you another glance.
Little Aegon on your chest had stirred, and you calmed him as he moved his head, resting on your plush chest, his hand gripping the neckline of your top. The baby had luck, Aegon thought, internally scoffing at himself for being borderline jealous of a baby. He lifted his head to see Daemon looking at him, a lazy gaze settled as if the rogue prince was waiting for him to mess up, so he could pounce. Aegon struck up a conversation with his brother, who eyed him ever so often regarding you.
Beala and you slowly chatted as you ate your food, conversation striking all across the table. "Well if you girls are going to be packing for Bora Bora, who's gonna take the high Valyrian classes?" questioned Daemon, and both of you groaned. Studies you shared with Baela, though you studied biology, she studied psychology. But nonetheless, both of you studied High Valyrian, History and English together. Both of you planned to study from home till you turned twenty and jump straight to majoring in your specific fields. Rhaenyra laughed at your reactions, until Baela chimed up, "Luke, Rhaena and Joff should be the ones being taught, maybe we should leave Jace behind, have you heard his Valyrian?" Baela laughed, and you snorted at Jace's defeated look.
It was true, Jace suffered quite a bit with the language. "I was literally kidnapped, and I spoke Valyrian properly Jace," Dany teased, referring to her mom keeping her and Viserys away from the family till Dany had turned thirteen and Rhaegar decided to intervene, taking his younger siblings with him away from their abusive household. "Alright, don't go on making him cry now," Rhaenyra laughed, snickers rising from across the room and Jace groaned.
"Welp, I guess we're leaving Jacey behind, enjoy the stormy beaches," you shrugged, giggling at Jace whose eyes bugged out of his head, air-fiving Dany from across the table. "I still don't understand why we can't go," Rhaena whined. Luke shook his head in agreement. "Not getting into this again," Baela sighed, shoving her food into her mouth.
Lunch was finished soon, and Aeggie had woken from his slumber, crying. "Awww, don't cry baby," you cooed, trying to make him stop. "Give him here, he must be hungry," said Ana, walking over to you as she took the baby from you, who screamed louder before becoming completely silent as he was handed a bottle. "Just like you brother," snickered Daeron. "You'd be writhing in pain but the moment you're handed a bottle, all's well," Daeron made eye contact with his mother before hiding his smirk behind his hands, all of you silently laughing as Aegon frowned. But most of it fell deaf on his ears as he saw you, lips completely sealed off by your palm as you covered your flushed face with your hair, trying not to laugh. "Alright, that's enough," said Daemon. The laughing stopped, but Aegon was sure that order was directed not in his defence, but towards him. Nonetheless, you went back to your room, laughing along with Baela.
By the time night fell, the living room was filled up with items of luggage as arguing came from your room from the next room. "No, not that one, I'll look like a whore," your voice came. "Isn't that the point?" Baela's annoyed voice retorted. "No, I wanna look sexy, I don't wanna look like a prostitute," you said, making Alicent groan at the brash discussion between you girls as the argument continued. Everyone was sitting in the living room, your room was only a floor above, and your audible arguments made it clear you'd forgotten to shut the door. "Why couldn't we just go tomorrow, this is a nightmare," you whined again. "Bitch, Bora Bora is worth this," Baela quipped. "Well, of course, you'd say that, you were probably packed last month," you said, Baela's loud groan of frustration was the only reply. You blamed yourself. Both you and Baela had decided to laze around in your room, and when the time to board was only an hour away, Viserys called you to ask if you were done. Since then panic has sprung across your room.
"Alright, Alright, Alright. Let's just make a plan, we still have forty-five minutes," you finally said. "Forty-four, now but ok. We have seven days, we need two flight outfits, seven outfits for the day, seven for the evening, seven for the night, seven to sleep in, seven for swimming and seven pairs of lingerie. I'm thinking three extra pairs of nightwear, bikinis and lingerie," you finished.
"Plus we need to plan footwear and jewellery for each outfit, plus makeup, skincare, hair and body stuff," Baela added, "and a toothbrush," you added. It was actually quite funny for the family listening to you two pack. Nonetheless, you came up victorious with the plan and had everything laid out on the bed, only needing to pack it all, Baela had gone to her room, left of yours and done the same. Then you girls switched rooms and scanned each other's things, came back out, approved of each other's choices and went back to your own rooms to pack everything.
By the time you girls were finished packing, you had almost been reduced to tears while Baela was rethinking every single outfit she packed. Your luggage had been brought down a few minutes before you came down the stairs, promising each other to buy outfits if you didn't like what you had already packed. But once you were surrounded by everyone, your entire group hugged the rest goodbye and boarded the jet.
Aemond and Rhaegar had decided to sit at the far back, followed by Helaena and Dany. This was the quiet part of the flight. They had been speaking quietly, not much, just silly conversation. Then sat Viserys, Jace and Aegon, they were planning what to do, discussing destinations and all. In the free space of the jet in the front stood you, Baela, and Daeron. Aegon had butted out of the discussion soon, rotating his seat so he could speak to Daeron. But even that had been short-lived for he simply retired to rubbing his fingers over the cold beer bottle as he watched you, seat almost completely reclined. He had sunglasses on so you couldn't see his gaze. But he was completely enamoured.
The stress of packing had you and Baela completely unwinding on the flight. Both of you had downed three shots and had ended up dancing with each other. Aegon watched you swaying your hips, arms going over Daeron's neck often as you three sang out some stupid rap. You had very little tolerance and had resolved to become a tumbling, giggling mess already. Baela was pretty much the same. Jace, Viserys and Daeron all sat in the front, drinking, and playing cards, and were responsible for the music,
Ever so often Daeron would walk up, always to you. Aegon didn't like how his brother was almost a spitting image of himself, so you'd let loose around him too, he wasn't the same as Aegon obviously, but in your mind, it'd do, and Aegon knew that. The kids would cheer as you and Daeron danced together, your hands on his neck, his hands on your waist. You were slurring out the lyrics, Daeron laughing nonstop as he sang along with you, his deep voice a sharp contrast with your high-pitched one. A turbulence had you falling into his arms, him catching you easily as you leant onto him completely, laughing into his shoulder. Aegon's knuckles had become white from the tight grip on his bottle, his irritation turning to anger when Daeron turned to him, eyes directly with his, he knew he was watching. A slight smirk rested on his face, soon turning back to you.
You guys' party had only lasted for a few hours, because two hours later or so, Baela and you had completely worn out. To Aegon's utter delight, sometime after you guys were done with the music, you'd sat on your seat in front of Aegon and spun it so you'd be facing him. Nobody really paid attention to the both of you, Baela was sitting on one edge, talking with Jace quietly as the three boys plus her and Dany played uno. The ones behind them were either asleep or typing away, although Aegon suspected that it was just Aemond, who couldn't be less bothered with anything. You tapped his arm, waiting for him to reply as you sat on the edge of your seat, hands resting on your knees. He lifted up his glasses.
"Why didn't you dance with us?" you asked, a slight pout on your plump lips that he couldn't look away from, your breaths were slightly heavy and you were still off balance. Apparently sometime during the dancing you had downed two more shots. "Hello?" you questioned, dragging out the word when he didn't answer. "Didn't feel like it," he shrugged. He didn't know why, but he liked playing games with you. Acting indifferent just made you more incessant with him. He loved it. "So you're just going to sleep through the whole flight?" you said, a frown evident on your face. Aegon wondered if he had been a little too indifferent.
"Maybe, do you have something in mind?" he asked. You looked up at the ceiling, taking your lower lip between your teeth as you thought. Suddenly your eyes gleamed.
"Wanna watch a movie?" you asked. Aegon saw an opportunity.
"Where would we sit? Two separate seats for a laptop screen is too far," he said, you frowned again. While Aegon had known you were flirtatious, he knew you wouldn't be too bold with him. Though he basically threw you a bone of an opportunity, he wasn't sure you'd take it. And when your frown didn't budge, he sat up, face coming closer to yours as he leaned towards you, eyes boring into yours."How about you sit in my lap? The seat's big enough for both of us," you smiled at his suggestion. "Okay," you said, colour flowing onto your cheeks, fingers reaching for the laptop bag kept on your table.
Aegon laid back again, his seat had already been adjusted to the point of basically being a bed. "Come on then," he said, and you stood up, turning around and sitting on the edge of his seat before scooting towards him until your back hit his chest, you moved your head to one of his shoulders before turning around, forgetting what you were going to say when you realised how close you actually were.
"Something on your mind?" he questioned, a lazy smile settling on his face at your expression. "I-uh, yeah umm, can you see the screen?" you breathed out. He could smell the cherry lollipop you'd been eating to mask the vodka on your breath.
"Yeah, no issues," he shrugged, snaking his arms around your waist like a seatbelt. He watched you basically squirm under his gaze, your smile only growing wider as you blushed more. Aegon was loving this, he couldn't give half a flying fuck about the movie if he could be doing this with you for two more hours. Testing your limits and watching you squirm. Your eyes went back to the laptop as you opened Netflix, you'd lifted one leg up, and balanced your other hip somewhere along his thigh as your head rested on his shoulder. "What do you wanna watch?" you asked him, not turning around this time, you didn't trust yourself.
"Anything," he simply said, one hand playing with the hem of your shirt. Your hair smelled like your shampoo, with a hint of sweat too. He'd rested his head back. "Grown-ups?" you questioned. "I don't think I know it," he said. "It's a comedy, see?" you clicked on it for him to read. He nodded, knowing he wasn't going to be watching it, but wouldn't hurt if it were a comedy. You played it, relaxing back into Aegon's chest.
You'd be giggling here and there, pointing out all of the numerous celebrities that kept showing up. It had been ten minutes into the movie when Aegon's hold slightly relaxed, his hands going back as one of his rubbed small circles on the outer side of your thigh, maybe a little close to your ass but he blamed it on your shorts. It was a very absent-minded move, but he felt you tense slightly. He saw the goosebumps rise on your flesh. A smirk grew on his lips. "Are you cold?" he asked, his fingers now grabbing your thigh as he moved his thumb across your skin slowly. You cleared your throat. "No," you squeaked. You could feel his breath on your neck, your heart had been exploding. Nonetheless, you looked back at the screen, mind focused solely on the hand on your thigh.
You'd passed out in less than halfway through the movie. Aegon's movements had at the beginning been invasive but soon became relaxing until it almost lulled you to sleep. Aegon softly called out to you, but you didn't say anything. He grabbed the laptop, turned it off and dumped it on the table next to his seat. Aegon had also gotten tired. It was around 4 am on Dragonstone right now, so pretty late for you all. You'd slightly stirred and moved to rest your head on his chest sideways as you curled your legs up slightly, cold no doubt. Aegon had one hand resting on your thigh as he drifted to sleep as well, the smell of you enough to relax him more than two Xanax.
He'd woken to find the frowning face of his brother sitting in front of him, you still in the same position, fast asleep. When his gaze didn't waver, Aegon slightly groaned. "What do you want?" he whispered, voice thick with sleep. "What are you doing?" Daeron asked, annoyed. "Sleeping," he shrugged. "She's basically a child," he said. "What does her being an infant have to do with anything?" he quipped. "Aegon you know this is wrong," Daeron huffed, sitting back in his chair, most people were still asleep.
The sky was a warm orange colour. "She's just using me for warmth, what's the big deal in that," he said, bored of the conversation. Daeron was far too annoying sometimes. "You know how she feels about you," he finally said. Though he did not want to speak out the truth. Aegon smirked. "And how are her feelings about anyone any of your concern, dear brother?" Aegon asked. "Because you'll just end up using her," he said. This didn't feel right. Aegon put his head back, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Would he actually just use you, or did he feel something for you too? His hands absent-mindedly rubbed circles on your thigh again. He closed his eyes again. He'd rather sleep than think.
So as you guys know, I wrote this little story called “enamoured by strawberries. And the thing is, I had originally written this LARGE story of Aegon x reader, and enamoured by strawberries was the end part of that story. I was just wondering if you guys would be interested in a slight prequel story. And I’m thinking i’m gonna start writing a sequel as well but till then to keep you guys entertained, I think this would be a nice little touch. You could also be more familiarised with the trope of the relationship between Aegon and the reader.
I would love to know what you guys think.
Much love 🤎
ps: piña coladas was set in the same story, so i might delete it and add it to the bigger section with more substance
A/N: You can read this as a short prequel to “Enamoured by Strawberries” And as always, the reader is Daeron’s best friend and quite close with Alicent.
Summary: The reader joined the Targaryen children on a small vacation, but Daeron had a last minute change of plans to bring in his brand new situationship which led to her being kicked to Aegon’s room. And she’s terrified of being in a room alone with him, but they manage to share a sweet moment.
Warnings: none
Word count: 1k
"We have a pool," you screamed, the widest grin on your face. "I'm going in right the fuck now," you said, running to the items of luggage kept on the floor. Aegon chuckled. "Well, I'll join you in a bit," he said, but you had already opened your suitcase and undone half your packing, grabbed a bikini and disappeared into the bathroom. "Fuck Aegon this is gorgeous," came your voice from the bathroom. Aegon laughed heartily when you'd forgotten all your awkwardness. He'd been flipping through the drinks menu when he heard the door unlock and he looked up. His eyes widened as you stepped out. You wore only a black bikini, your hair tied up in a pony, and you held a pair of sunglasses. "You look cute," he quipped. You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear as you looked down.
"Thanks," you said and walked towards the small infinity pool. His gaze stayed on your ass as you sat down, first dipping your legs into the water.
Minute by minute, you had submerged yourself into the water further and further and were now resting on the pool's wall as you enjoyed the scenery. Aegon had disappeared for a while and just come back. He got into the pool, and when you turned around at the movement of the water, he handed you a glass. "Here you go," he said, settling down himself as he opened a bottle of champagne. "Thank you, what is this?" you asked. "Piña colada," he said. You looked at him, amused. "How'd you know I like it?" you asked, feeling colour rush to your cheeks. "Everyone likes piña coladas," he shrugged. Feeling your smile dip slightly, you thanked him nonetheless. You turned as your phone rang. You picked it up to see Facetime audio from Aunt Ali.
You picked up the phone, speaking to her for quite while, about the pool, about the weather, and what not.
"Well, I suppose I'm going to pop off, enjoy your vacation and send me pictures so I can enjoy it with you, love you darling," Alicent said, "I love you too Auntie," you said before hanging up.
As you put your phone down, you looked to see Aegon with his back turned to you, drinking straight from the bottle as he stared off into the distance, the water droplets on his back shining in the sun. You swam towards him, leaning next to him before you looked at him. "You're awfully quiet," you said to him, now leaning on one hand as you faced him.
"Just enjoying the view," he said, not moving a muscle.
"Are you sad?" you asked. He chuckled as he gave you a glance.
"Why would I be sad?" he asked.
"Well, if it's because I was acting all weird about sharing a room with you, it's just that I didn't think you'd want to be in a room with me rather than someone you can actually have fun with, you know?" you rambled, his eyebrows contorting in confusion but slight amusement evident in his eyes. "Although now that I've said it aloud, I realise that sounds silly, you probably didn't even notice," you said, slightly smiling at him.
"I have fun with you," he shrugged, looking off into the distance again.
"Well, we can do things for fun, you know," you said, looking at him as you realised how you sounded. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you and you blushed.
"No, I mean normal stuff, you perv," you said, splashing a little water at him.
"I'm the perv?" he asked, a smile on his face.
"You look better when you smile," you said, absentmindedly. "Not that you're ugly when you're sad or anything, but you look better when you're happy," you spoke.
He didn't say anything. "I'm gonna get sunburnt so bad by the end of this trip," you said, and though your words sounded like a complaint, your tone revealed a tone of delight.
"I knew you'd want a piña colada," he said. You looked at him, slightly confused. "I mean, you order that drink everywhere you go, even at night time, it's a little obsessive," he said.
"And what would you have done in case I said I didn't want to drink at noon?" you asked.
"Slapped some sense into you?" he said, you snorted at his reply. "Fuck sorry," you said, bursting into giggles. He laughed with you, but his laugh was deep, slow, and yours was uncontrolled. "Are you already drunk?" he asked, very amused. "Of course not," you said, holding a hand onto your chest. "I'm just lightheaded," you explained.
"Yeah sure, could you recite the days of the week," he said.
"Aegon," you whined, he smiled at you. "That is so presumptuous, of course, I can recite the days of the week," you said, imitating his voice at the last bit.
"I absolutely do not sound like that, that is a horrendous imitation of me," he scoffed. "Yeah I'd have to pump myself full of Aegon before- what am I saying," you said, genuinely surprised at your incoherence, and he laughed at you.
"No I meant testosterone, oh shit that rhymes, Aegon's got testosterone," you did a sing-song. "Yeah you don't even know the word sober," he said.
"Shut up, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday," you said, smiling proudly. "Well, I guess you've proven me wrong," he said, "drunk girl," he whispered into your ear, and you felt a shiver down your spine.
"Oh and Aegon," you said, and he looked at you, beckoning you to continue. "You're going to have to take pictures of me, that's just a given if you share a room with me," you said, almost shrugging. "Well, okay princess, any other demands?" he mocked. "Don't get sad," you said, poking his cheek before moving slightly back as there was a knock on the door.
"Aegon?" came Daeron's voice, he called out your name next.
Summary: The reader is Daeron's best friend, temporarily living at the Targaryen Manor. She's a frustrated little birdie and our Aegon has the perfect solution for her. But maybe, just maybe, I could make a second part with more than just smut.
Warnings: smut, 18+ minors DNI
Word Count: 4.5k
It had been a few months since you’d shifted to the Targaryen Manor. When Daeron told his mother that his best friend was about to go broke and end up homeless, Auntie Ali, as you liked to call her, almost forced you into her house. Since then, this place has been your home.
One night, most of the Targaryen’s had gone for a court meeting about something they didn't disclose. You knew all the kids were asleep. Not being able to sleep till three am, you snuck into the kitchen, only wearing a tee, not bothering to put on clothes because who was gonna be out. So you tiptoed on the cold stone floors through the castle in your baby pink lace thong and Iron man sweatshirt. It was so loose and worn at the neck it hung off your shoulders, but you refused to get rid of it. You shivered in the castle's chill air. Lightly humming to Travis playing on your AirPods, you reached the kitchen. You found yourself snacking on the strawberries while leaning on the counter, slightly moving your hips to the song. Having had quite a few of them as you scrolled through some pictures of hot guys your girlfriends and you had sent on the group, sending voice notes ever so often on what was hot and what was not, you turned around to keep the box back, almost dropping all things in your hand as your eyes widened, mouth hanging open as you took in Aegon's smirking face, who stood on the opposite wall, leaning on a pillar with a beer bottle in his hands, wearing a tight white top and grey sweats. You ripped out the AirPods from your ears.
"Welcome back to the world of the hearing-abled," he said.
"How long have you been standing here?" you questioned, clearly panicked.
"It's the hands. If he didn't have veiny hands, I'd never give him a second look. But because he has veiny hands, I'm cumming just by looking at him," he imitated the first sentence you had spoken on your phone since coming here. Blood went straight to your face.
"That's so fucking creepy, Aegon," you said, voice low as you could hear the blood rush in your ears.
"You're one naughty girl, aren't you," he said, kicking off the wall as he walked closer to you. "Talking about guys almost like they're sex dolls," he said, shaking his head as he came much closer, you instinctively moving back as the exposed skin of your back hit the high marble countertop. "All about making you cum," he finished, hands leaning on both sides of you as he brought his face down to meet yours.
"Wha-what d-do you-," you couldn't even finish your sentence as his eyes flickered down to your lips.
"What, can't you talk now? You had so much to say before," he said. "You know I'm not oblivious to your attention-seeking," he said.
You knew what he was talking about. You might have gone absolutely madly sexually repressed since you came here. You were eighteen for fuck's sake, had terrible sex, and only once, and read smut twenty-four/seven. Plus you were generally more horny, probably something to do with your diet. And you had taken to Aegon to relieve you, well not with his knowledge. He was on your mind as you worked your vibrator onto you, imagining him doing the vile things to you that you read. You'd get extra feminine near him, almost always being just slightly more touchy with him than others. You knew nobody noticed. But you were too enamoured fantasising by what he could do to notice what he could observe.
His finger slowly running up your thigh drove you back to him. You were sure you had the deer-in-the-headlights gaze at the direct confrontation and contact.
"You know your room is right next to mine? Imagine my surprise when I hear you at night, not laughing with Baela, not talking, but I hear my own name?" he said, finger hooked onto the waistband of your underwear.
"I-I d-don't know wha-what you're talking about," you said, mind going into overdrive at the lightest of contact. He was so close you could feel his breath on your face.
"It's some filthy shit you read, you know?" he said, smirk growing.
"You went through my laptop?" you asked, panicked.
"You shouldn't leave things like that open on your phone for anyone to pick up," he said, reminding you of the one time at dinner.
You were sitting next to Aegon, snug as a bug in the comfortable sofa-chair on the dining table, waiting for your food to come. You had been rudely interrupted whilst reading one of your favourite smuts, which was basically porn, to be called for dinner. You went, but took the smut with you on your phone, refusing to stop halfway. The food hadn't arrived, and you felt the urge to pee. You left your phone on the sofa that day, your breathing had obviously gotten slightly heavy, and unbeknownst to you, Aegon noticed.
"You look so pretty while sleeping, you know? Hair stuck to your face with sweat all over your body, wearing nothing but underwear," he said again. You only slept like that if you used your vibrator.
"I can do all that, you know?" he finally said, hand now gripping your hip.
"I can make you feel so good," he said, head dipping as he placed a small kiss on your neck, followed by another, then another, until he found himself not giving your skin a break from his mouth. He noticed how you reacted to him, littlest of touches on any part of your exposed skin had you twitching. He hadn't heard you in about a week, and you had been acting like a brat to everyone. He understood your pent up frustration, or more like deduced it. He didn't have to touch you to know you were dripping. Your eyes closed as you were breathing at a mile a minute. Not a sound had come out of you. Aegon knew you needed time to get comfortable.
"Come on," he finally said, grabbing your hand as he walked to his room. Three minutes of complete silence between you guys as you finally took in every word he said. He opened his door, standing to the side as he let you in first. You walked in, seeing his room for the first time. It was dark, green walls, ebony furniture, gaming setup, creamy white sheets, slightly messy, and it smelled overwhelmingly like him. It was intoxicating. "Like what you see?" he said, and you looked back at him, having completely forgotten what you were wearing, or rather, what you weren't.
"Can I ask you something?" he said, walking closer to you. You nodded.
"You've been very bratty this week. You're pretty much a brat all the time, but this last week, You've managed to snap at everyone. I think I know why," he said, hands wrapping loosely on your waist as he looked into your eyes.
"Vibrator just not doing it anymore, is it?" he asked, a mock look of pity in his own eyes,
"You want to be touched now," one of his hands making smooth circles on your side, "You want to feel someone, hear someone speak to you as he fucks you stupid," he finished. "Just say the word," he said. "What do you want baby, I'll do it," he said, cooing. "You want me to kiss you?" he asked, head coming very close to you. Your breath mixed with his, your noses touched as your eyes closed breathing in his scent. "I'll do whatever you want tonight," he said.
And you couldn't wait anymore, pulling his neck to yours as you attached your lips to his. It was a smooth kiss, his lips soft, his breath cold. He tasted like beer. He pulled you abnormally close to him, one arm holding you to his own body as the other went to your ass. He gripped it hard, and softly kneaded it as you sighed in satisfaction.
You were already losing it. His thumb caressed your skin, but his hold was harsh. His lips were soft, but his tongue was rough. It almost made you think he wanted you. His tongue dragged across your lower lip and you opened your mouth to him, letting him know you weren't going to offer any sort of resistance whatsoever. Even if for one night, you were all his, he could do whatever he wanted. Your head was a mess, wondering if you wanted him only sexually or whether you actually wanted him. For the longest time, he kept kissing you, not doing anything else. It made you needy but it also made you happy, that he wasn't willing to jump straight to the deed, get himself off and be done with it. Guys like that were terrible, you were speaking from experience.
But enough was enough, you wanted more. He wasn't wrong, you hadn't had the pleasure of being alone for long enough, uni was exhausting and you were just done with self-satisfaction, it always ended in anger with you. But finally, to your complete glee, he dragged his hands away from your waist, down to your sides as he held onto the back of your thighs. You understood, jumping as he rested your legs onto his hips, and he walked back to his love seat, a large bubbly cream chair, which was more like a single bed. He didn't detach your lips from him even once as he sat, until his back leaned against the chair and he finally pulled back. His eyes were dark, his gaze almost hazy, like he was drunk but you knew he wasn't, his actions were too sharp for it.
His hands then moved to your ass, slowly moving you on top of his hard-on as he watched you. The contact sent a bolt of electricity through your body, a soft moan escaping your lips. As he moved you, your mind directly went to how he manhandled you, moving you without any effort, and it only made you hornier. "Aegon I-" he didn't let you finish kissing your neck, but this time you weren't silent. Moans escaped your mouth like never before, like they were falling off your tongue. You had barely grinded on him but it was better than any vibrator session of yours. "Aegon please," you said. He knew exactly what you wanted. His hands left your hips, but that didn't stop you from moving at the rhythm he set. His fingers brushed your waistband, one pulling at it slightly, but he was going so slow. Did he want a puddle on his pants? "What do you want, baby?" he asked, the words going straight to your core. "Just touch me," you sighed, the movement not nearly enough to satiate your ever growing desires. He tapped your thigh, "get on my bed," he said.
Unwillingly, you got off him and sat on his bed, moments later he was on top of you, crawling almost like a predator. And he kissed your shoulder, slowly moving down your chest as far as the neckline would let him. You groaned in frustration. "Someone's impatient," he chuckled, tugging at your top. "You're killing me," you said, the whine evident in your voice, you'd cry if he waited any longer. "Alright, princess," he said, hands taking off your panties in one sweep, the cool air hitting you. He went back down until his head rested between your legs which he split away with his hands, eyes gleaming as he looked at you. He looked up at you, looking like he was salivating. "Is this what you want?" he asked. You nodded almost feverishly, face red with embarrassment. "She's dripping for me, is she not," he asked, kissing the inside of your thighs as he inched closer and closer. The frustration making your eyes cloud with tears. "Aegon please stop teasing me," you said. "So damn demanding, I guess I should've seen that coming," he said.
"But I guess you deserve to be so, look at you, so fucking perfect," he said as he finally let his tongue make contact with your centre. You gasped at the sensation, your hips jerking. "There we go," he said, throwing your thighs over his shoulders as he put a death grip on your hips, his tongue swirling around your clit, making you squirm. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, hands flying to grip his hair as slight mewls came from your mouth. But when he started to fuck you with his tongue, your mewls turned to moans. His name fell from your mouth attached to words of appreciation, heat coating you so fiercely you thought you were burning.
Your orgasm came to you out of nowhere, you felt out of this world, the knot in your stomach splitting, fire in your veins as you screamed his name, back arching as you saw stars, your thighs shaking, but he didn't stop one moment, eating you out through your high, only stopping when you fell back into the bed. Breathing so erratic. You looked down from your heavy lidded eyes to Aegon, who licked up the remnants of your orgasm like a dog. You felt so lightheaded as giggles fell from your mouth, his eyes catching yours, he looked so amused. "Someone's happy," he said, crawling back up as he rested on you, arms on either side of you as he smiled down at you. He wiped a tear from your face with his thumb.
Your giggles finally stopped as you looked at him. "How are you so good at that?" you asked, still breathless. "Practise," he said, running a finger up your torso to the t-shirt stuck to you from sweat. You felt a trail of goosebumps he left in wake from his touch. "You're so beautiful," he said, heat pooling into your centre at his words. You thought you'd be completely passed out from one orgasm, but the way he was making you feel made your body have other plans. "You're going to be all mine," he said, flipping you both so now he was semi horizontal and you straddled him. He took off your top, you willingly lifting your arms like the obedient girl you were for him. His eyes shining with mischief as he eyed your tits. "You've got to be kidding me, I should've taken this off sooner," he said, hands kneading both as he pulled you towards him, mouth on your chest in no time as he sucked on one while kneaded the other, and you began grinding against him. "No more time for teasing, princess," he said, patting your thigh as you got off him and he took off his pants. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, pre-cum coating his enlarged tip. You wondered if he'd get bruised if he waited any longer.
"You can blow me some other time, I don't think I have any more patience," he said, grabbing his own dick as he swirled the precum onto his tip, giving a few pumps before signalling you back with two fingers. Something you'd normally perceive as disrespectful but today, only made him hotter, and you climbed on top of him. Your hand replaced his as you guided him to your entrance. When his tip touched you, you wanted to cry out in satisfaction. "We’ll have to get a Plan B tomorrow," you said. "I'll buy you a fucking hospital, just let me fuck you right now," he said, your eyes shooting up to him. You might have teased him, but the lack of self control on you was much stronger than his impatience could ever be, and you slowly sunk onto him, and he watched your face contort in pain.
His hands rubbed your sides comfortingly. "It'll be okay, baby, just a little bit longer," he said, and you rested yourself onto him, forehead coming into contact with him as you felt him stretch your walls.
His touch on your side felt good, and you focused on that as you slowly moved, a new feeling replacing the pain bit by bit. He flipped you around again, his weight partially on you and partially on his arm as he brought up the other, he held your face to his. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, you shook your head. He moved very slow, but still, it felt good. And he kept moving, and the more he moved, the better it felt. "Faster Aegon," you said, voice barely audible as you felt something completely different for the first time. This really was nothing like the first guy. And then Aegon almost pulled out, making your eyebrows knit in confusion, but then he slammed back into you, your head falling back as you gasped. And he did it over and over again, getting faster as he watched you. Your hips moved in sync with his, your head thrown back as he felt your nails on his shoulder blade, one hand on his neck.
He lifted one leg of yours over his hip and began going at a fast, constant pace. Your gasps turned to moans, moans to screams as he got faster, and had you screaming "harder Aegon, harder," in no time. And harder he got. You were a mess by the time Aegon felt himself close. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," you were frantic, his movement emptying your thoughts completely. "Cum for me baby," he said, and you did, harder than ever before, he fucked you through your orgasm, spilling into you in no time, feeling your walls clench around him. He collapsed over you, breathing heavily as you did the same.
"Holy fuck, that's the best sex I've had in ages," he said, something about it being you making it different. He's fucked lots of girls, lots of firsts, and he did take care to be gentle, but never this gentle. It was different with you. He looked up at you, but you'd passed out, presumably too much for you. He smiled. Sweat coated you, and he could hear your heartbeat. He stayed like that for a minute or so before deciding to get more comfortable. He went to the bathroom, wetting a towel and coming back to the room. He cleaned your thighs, you jerked at the contact, but he continued. Once he reached your centre, you gasped, but remained asleep. He threw away the towel, climbing back into the bed. You slightly turned away as he pulled the comforter over you both, coming closer to you. The moment his skin touched yours, you sighed, moving closer to him. He let you rest your head on his arm, you moved your ass to perfectly fit into his touch, your back against his chest. He wrapped his arm around you, still not finding sleep, but he did feel comfort. Your hair smelled sweet, you smelled sweet. Your body was made for him, he realised that the moment you leaned into his touch on that counter. He remembered the hint of strawberry on your tongue. You engulfed his thoughts and the more he thought of you, the heavier his eyes got. He passed out soon.
Aegon was a deep sleeper, but he woke up before you. Your back was to his chest, and he ran his fingers over your figure. He lifted himself up on his elbows, his movements making you turn and lie flat, face slightly towards him. His eyes went over your face, down to the marks he left on your neck, your chest, and down to your stomach where the sheets covered you. He felt himself getting hard as his fingers played with your breasts.
He found himself ripping away the sheets and lying on top of you, taking your tit into his mouth as he played with the other. You sighed. His mouth inched upwards. He lifted his head again as you opened your eyes. "What are you doing," you chuckled.
There was a raspiness in your voice that made his blood rush down to his cock even faster. "Enjoying nature’s gifts," he shrugged, moving slightly so you could sit up. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and looked around the room, grabbing the bottle of water. "This is so much better than waking up to Daeron’s crass screaming," you said, and he chuckled. He lifted himself up, connecting his lips with yours as you kissed back. "I haven't even brushed my teeth yet," you said laughing as you slightly pushed at his chest. "Let me enjoy the fruits of my labour," he shrugged, smiling at you. "What is that supposed to mean," you said, mirroring his expression. "It means you didn't even say good night," he said. "Well good morning," you retorted, letting out a slight squeal as he pulled you down.
"Good morning, princess," he said, connecting your lips again as his hand went between your legs. You moaned into his mouth at the contact. "Any special demands today?" he asked. You blushed. "I love it when you get shy," he said, removing his hands from you as he positioned himself aligned up with your entrance as he pushed himself in, the both of you moaning at the contact. There was no pain today, only pleasure as he started thrusting himself into you, lips coming up to kiss you so you didn't wake the whole house. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you moaned his name into his mouth. It might've changed something in him because he got a lot harder, and suddenly, you gasped as he hit your sweet spot. He must've sensed it.
"Did you like that?" he asked, hitting the spot again and again as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten tremendously. "Oh god Aegon, please," you moaned. "Wait for me baby, wait for me," he said, feeling himself getting sloppier. "I can't hold on anymore," you said, tears building up into your eyes. "Come on then princess, cum for me," he said, biting your lower lip as you let go, feeling him spill inside you again. He fell on you as you were both panting. "Did you pass out again," he said. "No, I'm right here," you said as he looked up at you. Your fingers found themselves in his soft hair as you both looked at each other until you heard Joffrey running as he screamed "mommy" outside Aegon's door. Your eyes widened.
"Fuck, Rhaenyra's here" you whispered. "So?" he shrugged, eyebrows knit in confusion. "What if she finds us, more importantly, what if Auntie Ali finds us," you questioned. "They won't, even if they heard anyone, they'd just assume it was some one night stand, not you," he said. You liked how he excluded you from being a one night stand, but there were more important matters at hand. "Yeah but what happens when they don't find miss-sleeps-till-noon in her room at-'' you looked around, tapping his phone screen to check the time, "oh, well it's noon, no issue then I guess, I'll just sneak into my bathroom," you shrugged.
You almost screamed when there was a knock on Aegon's door. "Are you decent, Aegon?" came Alicent's voice. Your hands flew to your mouth, Aegon however seemed completely relaxed as he rested his face in your tits. "No mother," he simply said. "Well get down soon, everyone's here," she said as you heard her walking away.
Aegon began kissing your tits again, but you stopped him. "No, we need to get back now," you said. "They're gonna take like half an hour to settle down so you can sneak into your room, we can have our fun till then," he said, hands on your waist.
"No Aegon, please," you said, pleading eyes enough to make Aegon agree. He got up from you as you grabbed your sweatshirt discarded on the floor and put it on before looking for your underwear. "Looking for this," he said, holding up your panties with one finger as he sat back on his bed. Your face flushed as you snatched it away before putting it on, Aegon's gaze not leaving you once. You put your hair behind your fingers as your face scrunched up. "There's cum all over me," you frowned. "You didn't let me clean you up like last night," he shrugged. You smiled at him, sitting back on his bed next to him as you grabbed his face, kissing him again. "At least you didn't leave any marks," you said. But his amused face made you freeze. "You-you didn't, right?" you asked again. "Depends, what exactly do you mean by marks," he shrugged. You shot up, almost running to the large mirror that stood at one corner of the room.
You gasped, at your reflection, other than your messy hair and swollen lips, there was a trail of marks, at least two or three on your neck. You stretched your top down to see a few scattered over your breasts. You stuttered. "Aegon I-" you looked at him. "What am I gonna do?" you asked, eyes wide. He shrugged. You hit his shoulder as you'd walked back to him, but he only laughed at you as you sat. "Shut the fuck up," you scowled. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, I won't do it the next time," he said, leaning back onto his bed. You smiled at his words as you went back to sit on top of him.
"I thought we couldn't have fun," he quipped. "Oh shit you're right," you said, remembering your own words as you started to get off him, looking up at him again as he tightly held you in place. "You can't play with people like that, baby," he said, hands kneading your ass again. "I'm being for real Aegon, my stamina is nowhere near yours," you said, putting your arms around his neck again. "What the fuck are you running circles around the castle for every morning then?" he said, trying to catch your lips in his as you moved back slightly. "That's different, Aegon," you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh really?" he said, mocking you. "Shut up," you said, letting him kiss you at his second attempt. "We gotta do this every day, I've got some fun positions to show you," he exclaimed. "Are you crazy, we can't do this everyday," you said, laughing at him. "Well how much time do you want in between every single best night of your life?" he questioned, you looked down as you blushed. "A week?" you questioned. "Are you crazy?" He imitated you.
You kissed him again. "I bet you one orgasm, you won't last three days," he quipped. "Wow ok, mr. gambling man," you said, accepting his deal nonetheless. "Hey, if you win, you get an extra orgasm, if you lose, you get an extra orgasm," he said, shrugging. You laughed, "wow that's some gambling skills right there, I think I just swooned," you said. "Oh I'll make you swoon," he said, flipping you guys around. "I was being serious, Aegon," you said.
