You were a virgin before dating Rafe. Sex never really was your interest, so he taught you everything you needed to know, he opened this horizon for you. It started normal, at first, with him talking you through it, preparing you beforehand, pampering you with kisses, even though he was rough with his thrusts, then, he opened up to you about edging, restraining, things you knew boys like him watched on their computers late at night.
You were quite skeptical, but then, knowing he takes care of you, and enjoying sex with him, you thought what is the harm in it. You ended up liking his ministrations, maybe Rafe's plan of turning you into his perfect doll for his desires was working, maybe it was your desire of being a good girlfriend for him. But, when he mentioned CNC, you freaked out. It sounded bad, scary at first, so Rafe explained that it's just the normal sex you two had, but in a forest or in the marsh. Wild. Sexy.
You trusted him, and you wanted Rafe to be pleased by you, so, with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you nodded your head at his suggestion.
That is how you ended up bolting through the willows, heavy breath and wild hair. You hated it already, not knowing where Rafe was, you were sweating and didn't feel sexy or hot at all. Quite the opposite.
When his hand fisted into your hair from behind, you whimpered.
Your back hit his rock-hard chest as he wrapped his bicep around your throat.
"R-Rafe...'m not sure I wa-want this anymore", you choked, exhaling, somehow relieved that this uncomfortable experience would end.
Rafe, however, did not bulge. For three uncomfortable seconds, even his breath steadied, then, he curled his bicep, tightening the chokehold, and pushed your face into the trunk of a three.
You whined, trying to elbow him, but were frozen in place when you felt his hardness poke at you. How could your boyfriend be turned on by you in this state?
Your cheeks were soaked with tears and sweat and your glossy lips with snot and hair sticked to them. But, apparently, Rafe liked that so much, that he fucked you.
Did not stop when you whispered him to stop, did not stop when you cried out in pain, did not stop as you tried to squeeze him out, he was relentless. "You're doin' so good f'me", he praised in your ear. "Be still, don't you want this to be finished quickly?"
When he finally came, you felt your whole body going numb and collapsing in the mud. He pampered you with kisses and pecks, just as he did everytime, except this time, you tried to pull away and cry until no tears would be left.
I saw requests are open and I wanted to ask if it's too early to ask a small continuation of 'baby clothes'? maybe something post-baby where reader is trying to handle everything of the "house" and the baby and of course aerion is no help and she's just getting very overhwelmed and stressed with everything
𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝑰𝑰 ― 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 AERION TARGARYEN
PART 𝑰
ᬊ᭄ 𝒩OTES: THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I WILL PROBABLY DO A PART II, SO ANON, YOU ARE LUCKY lol.
𝟏𝟖+ ― 𝒟ARK CONTENT
Your son started crying in his crib, and you flinched at the sharp sound. You were heating up some milk for him, and you left it forgotten on the stove as you ran to pick him up.
You wrapped your arm around his small being, and tried to shush him up.
Maegor had Aerion's eyes, his facial structure, he was a tiny copy of your boyfriend―yet, you loved your child. You kissed the top of his soft hair, as you rocked him in your arms, and tried to tidy up the few toys scatteres in his crib.
He was still crying, so you took him to the window, and walked around the table in the cramped space, trying to get him to sleep again. He was a heavy, healthy boy, and his head rested across your bruised shoulder.
You winced, as your arms started to grow weak and tired. He was a little quieter now, so you sat him down and went to the kitchen, only to find the milk you were heating splashed across the stove. You threw the pot in the sink swiftly, and you burnt your fingers in the process.
Resting your hands on the counter, silent tears started to fall down your cheeks. It was the last liter of milk, and you certainly could not even afford to buy more. What would you feed your son?
A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, and Aerion pulled you into his chest, his hard crotch pressing meanly on your lower back.
"Missed you", he muttered, as he placed wet kisses across the skin of your neck. You winced, and tried to pry his fingers off of your torso.
"Aerion...I have to feed Maegor ", you tried to reason with him, but he pushed you down, hand on the back of your neck, right over the stove, and the remains of the hot milk burnt your stomach, making you cry out.
Your son started to scream again, and you attempted to elbow Aerion in the stomach, but he pushed you down even more, burning your sternum in the process, too. "Maegor can wait", he growled, as he pulled at your panties that were hidden beneath the baggy shirt you were wearing.
"And I also think it's high time we give him a little sibling, don't you think so, sweetheart?"
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