onlyfans!dunk putting his mouth on you anywhere youβll let him. kissing your neck and jaw and hitting all the sweet spots. sucking on your fingers and making eye contact while he does it and moaning. because heβs desperate to put into your head the idea of him eating you out and convincing you to let him taste your pussy.
sum: arriving with your mother daenerys, princess of dorne there's an infant attraction between you and your cousin daeron.
warning: mdni 18+, kissing, alcohol consumption, illusions to sex, emotionally unavailable reader, canon typical targcest, reader described to have typical dornish features and pale hair (but the dornish are pretty diverse and I tried to make it as vague possible so go crazy), bi!reader, hints of yearning, eventual smut, a little angst
word count: 3k
a/n: this is my first series ig so be nice I will try and get part two out soon but I hope y'all like this xoxo hope (also this is unedited)
Dareon had not seen the Red Keep this alive in a long while. The announcement that his great aunt, Princess Daenarys was coming to visit lit a fire under the asses of everyone in a 100 mile radius.Β He felt he could not turn a corner without being faced with a kingsguard, household guard, or any other category of servant of the Red Keep. It made it much more difficult to slink off to the Street of Silk and drown himself in wine and women until he lost track of what day it was.Β
Daeron has opted to just stay within the family apartments on the Keep. It was irritating because he was under the watchful eye of his father making him drink less., and it felt as if he had no space. At Summerhall he could go days without seeing his siblings and Daeron much preferred that.Β
But he endured anyway, Daeron felt so brave for that. Entering the family solar which was over crowded. It wasnβt just the gaggle of his siblings in the room, it was cousins as well all under the watchful eye of his father. If Daeron was less inebriated he would feel bad.Β
Sitting at an empty seat Daeron leaned forward groaning at an oncoming headache.Β
βDrink water today and only water.β His father's voice carried with an unwavering sternness as glass of water slammed in front of Daeron. He looked up at Maekar to be met with a look that had a faint trace of pleading.Β
His aunt was arriving today, he best be sober and coherent.Β
Hours later Daeron was bathed, dressed in his finest silks and standing next to one of the twins, he couldnβt remember their names. The sun was too bright, he felt dizzy and shaky. In moments like this he wished for his motherβs touch. Her embrace would settle his racing thoughts immediately.Β
From the corner of his eye he could see Maekar look down to see if he was standing there. Daeron turned to match his fatherβs gaze with a curt nod and let out a shaky sigh.Β
βIf you intend to pass out, do it now so I have an excuse to get out of hereβ¦β The voice of his younger brother whisked against Daeronβs ear.Β
βJust fuck offβ¦β Daeron gritted out.Β
Before Aerion growled back an insult the gates to the court yard opened. In rolled a wheelhouse donning the banners of the House Martell. Daeon straightened his posture and elbowed Aerion in the side to stop slouching as well. The wheelhouse stopped in front of his grandfather and with a help of a kingsguard out came Princess Daenarys. As her name was announced the courtyard erupted in cheers.Β
Daeron gave a cordial applause. Then came out another woman, bronze dark eyes but with the palest hair. A distinctive Targaryen trait. The Moon of Sunspear.Β
His cousin.Β
βBeautiful.β Daeron thought to himself.Β
Daeron watched as you followed behind your mother. You greeted everyone with the gracefulness of a fairytale princess. Your smile radiated as you spoke briefly to each one of his cousins. Daeron was so distracted by your he hadnβt noticed his aunt approach him.Β
βMy, how youβve grown.β Daeron jumps at Daenarysβ smooth voice.
βHe looks at her with wide eyes, βAunt Daenerys! Youβ you look as beautiful as ever.βΒ
Aerion snickers beside him as Daeron stumbles over his words. But Daeron keeps his composure and gives his aunt a kiss on her knuckle.Β
βSweet boy.β She replies and hugs him pulling his face down to give you a kiss on his cheek. Daeron can only recall two times seeing his great aunt Daenarys. Once as a very young child right after the Blackfyre rebellion was over, when it was just him, Aerion and the baby Aemon.
Then the second time it was a quick stop on their trek to visit the Starfall to his motherβs family. Thoughts of that visit always made his heart lurch, it was just before he lost his mother. Daeron brushes off those thoughts and returns the gesture of his aunt with a kiss on her cheek.Β
Then she moved on to Aerion leaving Daeron to be faced with his cousin. Your long pale blonde hair fell down your back in a traditional Dornish hairstyle. Free and flowy. But it was a stark contrast to your deep bronze skin and dark eyes, a common feature of a House Martell. However despite that you looked like your mother. You carried yourself in the same way, your smiles were identical.Β Β
Daeron bowed his head to you, he vaguely remembered seeing you on the first time he had visited Dorne. But you were a woman grown now, with the softest kindest eyes heβd ever seen. Plush lips that had a dusting of a pink color on them. As a prince of the realm heβs seen many pretty women. Many gorgeous women. But none quite like you. Daeron's heart began to race a little, he excuses it as the lack of alcohol in his systems but deep down he knew it was because of you.Β
βCousin Daeron.βΒ
βCousin, time has graced you with your motherβs beautyβ¦β Daeron felt his heart lurch, when did he get so poetic?Β
βThank you, you have grown quite handsome yourself.βΒ
Daeron nods, more like ducking his head to hide his impending flush of color. βThank you, my lady.βΒ
He cursed himself for the formality but it was all he could say. You nod and turn to his brother and begin a conversation with him. A sense of jealousy hit Daeron watching you speak to his brother. But Daeron held his tongue the need to have soft eyes gaze upon him and not the horrid creature that was his brother Aerion.Β
Later that day Daeron was free to do whatever he liked, stated by his father βJust donβt make a complete fool of yourself.β which made Daeron giggle a little. The first thing he did was nap, Daeron didnβt want to sleep but he could barely keep his eyes open. But he was lucky to escape from the treacherous dragon dreams.Β
He woke surprisingly refreshed but he yearned for the taste of a sweet wine on his tongue and perhaps the peppering of soft lips on his neck. Then the thought of your lips flashed in his mind. His body started to heat up at the thought, imagining your body pressed against his. Daeron then stood up abruptly. The two of you exchanged all of three sentences with each other. Daeron was being ridiculous.Β
Daeron quickly changed out of his royal engagement clothes and put on simpler clothes before disappearing off to the seedy underbelly of Kingβs Landing.
He walked down the Street of Silk finding his favorite establishment, the Silver Rose. It was a place where pleasure was made to be a luxurious experience. And Daeron might be able to remember half of it but he likes to be in a place with softest beds and the finest of wines.Β
As he entered the building, the smell of sweet wine and perfumed women engulfed Daeron. He felt at home in places like this. Away from the weights of his family, from lineage, the dreams that followed him like shadow. The women here didnβt care who was or what he needed.Β
A woman came up to him, Sara, she was the woman in charge of this establishment. βI wondered when youβd come sauntering in?βΒ
Daeron smiled and shrugged, βMy aunt came to visit and my father kept me sober all morning to be presentable.βΒ
Sara nodded, βYes, a couple of the girls went to watch the wheelhouse come through the main road. Lyra is the usual room.β She then held out a hand beckoning Daeron to hand her his cloak. He gave over his cloak then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.Β
βThank you, my lady Sara.β Daeron called over his shoulder as he made it to the usual room he took residents in. In the room stood a young woman about Daeronβs age with deep chestnut hair and honey brown skin.Β
βYou are a sight for sore eyes,β Daeron comments, catching the girl's attention. Lyra smiles shyly, βIt is good to see you, my prince.βΒ
Lyra with no command pours two cups of wine as Daeron stripped himself of his long sleeved, leather surcoat. Taking a cup from Lyra, Daeron settles himself into a lounge coat and takes a long sip of the sweet wine.Β
You found yourself bored in the Red Keep. You werenβt bored, your thoughts were on your cousin Daeron. Last you saw him he was a boy but time has passed, you donβt know why you were expecting him to still be a boy. You surmised you didnβt expect such a tall man with soft blonde curls that fell shoulder length. You wanted to see more of him, get to know him. But you also knew the immediate need you felt for him was stupid so you ignored it. And called this feeling boredom.Β
You wish you were back in Sunspear. You could distract yourself with a pretty boy or pretty girl. Kiss someone until the thoughts of your cousin left you. Thatβs always what you did when you found an attraction to someone. You didnβt enjoy the tug on your heart when you found the need for emotional connection. So you would tune it out with the feel of a warm body pressed against yours.Β
However your mother implored you to be on your best behavior. To wander off anywhere that would be considered of ill repute.Β
What would be considered natural for a Dornish woman of your age is blasphemy here. But for your motherβs sake you attempted to abstain. Key word being attempted. You didn't have it in you to spend anymore hours making senseless chatter with the ladies of the court. And your mother was wrapped but with her nephews; laughter filling every space they walked. Also were the blood of the dragon, a restless resided in you.
So wrapped up in a handmaiden's cloak you stole you walked the streets of Kingβs Landing. The smell was ghastly and it was loud. But you disappeared deep into the crowd of people. Enjoying the sights of markets and taverns. It is different from Sunspear quite a bit but the novelty of it left you with wide eyes like a child.Β
You soon found yourself on the Street of Silk. This was the ill repute your mother spoke of. You pause, your mother would kill you. The famed Targaryen madness would awaken in her and sheβd drown you in Blackwater Bay. But what she didnβt wouldnβt kill her or you for that fact.
So strutted down the street with pride. Your head was held high. You werenβt some untouched, wilting flower. You caught the gaze of a few men, women as well. Your chest puffed out as you felt a sense of self assurance.Β
Eventually you stopped at a building that looked interesting. The sign above you read, Silver Rose. It made you smile. It reminded you of the nicknames you gain due to your hair.
You enter the brothel, it was busy. You watched as high lords and knights of high reputation walk through the halls with wide smiles on their faces. You keep your gaze low so as not to attract too much attention to yourself as you wander the halls of the brothel. The wrong person finds out about you here and the entirety of the city will know about it.Β
As you made it to the upper levels of the building you came across the private longues. You did your best not to peak in. You did your best to give these high lords the dignity of discretion. Also the sounds that were carried in the halls was enough for your imagination.Β
Then you came across a quiet room. It caught your attention, against your best judgement you look in. You find yourself looking at your cousin Daeron with a woman on his lap. His head rested on her chest, eyes shut.Β
He looked so much more at peace than he did earlier. His face didnβt seem as gaunt and void of any color.Β
And as if he could feel your eyes on him, Daeronβs eyelash flutters open revealing his light lavender eyes. They locked with your gaze and you smiled at him. You watch him sit up, taking his head from the womanβs chest. That catches her attention and raises her gaze to look at you
You enter the room pulling back the hood of your cloak. βFunny seeing you here cousin.βΒ
Daeron gave you a soft smile as he looked you over. βHow bold of you to come to a brothel, cousin. Lyra would pour her a cup?βΒ
The aforementioned woman, Lyra leaves Daeronβs lap and does as she is told.Β
You watch her, as you remove your cloak, she is a beautiful woman. Soft but distinctive curves, long curly hair and as she turned to hand you your cup of wine she had the sweetest smile.Β
You take the cup and offer a small thank you. Lyra returns back to Daeronβs lap, hiding her face shyly in the crook of his neck. You follow her, sitting on the opposite side of Daeron. You notice Daeronβs breathing quicken and his hold Lyra tighten.Β
βI heard a rumor you were one to hide away in brothels, I didnβt think Iβd see it so soon into my visit.β You tease him in between the deep sips of your wine. Daeron gives you a weak laugh then down the rest of his wine.Β
βDidnβt think youβd come venturing down here, this is not a place forβ¦β Daeron's voice drifts. Lyra soothes him by brushing her finger through his sandy blonde hair.Β
βA lady. That may be the case for you folk here in the rest of Westeros. But us Dornish, we do not limit our women, no matter what status they hold, on what they can enjoy. Especially something as beautiful as the one on your lap.β You take another sip of the wine. Your eyes travel Lyraβs body.Β
βCome here. Let me see you.β
Lyra stands up and shuffles over to you. You take her in, she is truly gorgeous. βI can see why my cousin favours you, my lady.βΒ
βI am no lady.β Lyra answered.Β
You wave your hand, βNonsense. A woman like you in Dorne would be worshipped.βΒ
You take her hand into your own, βTell me Daeron what else makes you so fond of her.β You look over to him, his eyes locked with yours. You watch as he swallows thickly then looks at Lyra.Β
βHer lips. Sheβs a good kisser.βΒ
βThen you wouldnβt mind if I stole a kiss or two from her?β you ask.Β
Daeron shakes his head then you look back to Lyra, βWould it be alright if I kiss you.β
Lyra nods. You stand up, placing your cup of wine on a side table. You cup her cheeks and give a wide smile then leaned softly and pressed your lips to hers. Lyraβs hand found your cheeks as she kissed back. You deepen the kiss by placing a hand on the back of her head.Β
You hear let out a small whine against your lips.Β
You pull back and give Lyra another wide smile. βIt seems my cousin is right.βΒ
βYou are a good kisser as well, Lady Martell.β Lyra replies as she brushes a few loose strands from your face.Β
βThank you dear.β You reach behind you for your cup of wine and finish it off.Β
βWould you like more wine?β Lyra asks.Β
βNo, I do need to be coherent for my walk back to the Red Keep. But I am sure my cousin would love some more, am I correct Daeron?βΒ
Daeron nods, his face flush and eyes wide. Your eyes travel down his body and you catch the small tent that has formed in his trousers.Β
βHe must have enjoyed the kiss,β You think to yourself.Β
As Lyra grabs Daeronβs cup you move back to sitting down beside him and start to play with his hair. Taking his features he really was beautiful, even for Targaryen standards. His round eyes, the stubble on his chin. His face was a balance of traditional feminine softness and sharp masculine features. His eyes travel up your arm and land on your face. You can tell his eyes were resting on your lips.Β
Without thought you lean down and kiss Daeron. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his hands found your waist. His rather large hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to his lap. It was the most natural thing in the world. The kiss was different from the one with Lyra.Β
It was rushed as a tension snap. Filled with desperation as you tried to understand each other. Hands pulling, tugging, squeezing. The kiss felt all consuming as your body began to heat up under Daeronβs touch.Then as quick as the kiss began it ended. You pull from Daeron breathing heavily. His lips chased yours, but you evaded him.Β
Regret sank in immediately, you shouldnβt have done that. You shouldnβt have come here. This was the last thing you needed. Standing up quickly and straightening your dress out.Β
βEnjoy your wine cousin.βΒ
You turn to Lyra and kiss her cheek, βI will be sure to see you again, my lady.βΒ
βI will look forward to it, Lady Martell.βΒ
You gave Daeron no time to protest you leaving before disappearing from the room hastily putting your cloak back.Β
The next few days the only thing that happened between you were heated glances. At family dinners as everyone laughed and shared stories in pure merriment. But you and Daeron were locked in a battle of will. Who breaks first.Β
After the dinners Daeron would stumble drunkenly to Silver Rose and envelope himself in Lyra until he forgot about you. Until he felt he was at the crossroads of lucidness and the only thing he saw in his dreams was void.
Then you find a different brothel to give your patronage to, one with pretty boys with pretty eyes. You chose to ignore the fact that they looked a little like cousins. Or the fact as you sunk down onto these men you buried your face into their necks and pretended their hands that traveled the expanse of your hips and waist was Daeronβs.Β
But as the night gives away to day and the sun rises, its rays touch the both of you, your first thoughts are of each other.Β
warnings: outdoors sex, clothed sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, dry humping, p in v sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, praise kink, hints to prey/ predator dynamics
word count: 2.3k
a/n: I am so sorry for not writing, I went a con, got a really bad hay fever then my period. but I finally am back in the flow of things and I am working on a baelor fic and a daeron fic FINALLY xoxo enjoy!! also this is unedited xoxo hope
You thrashed through woods, twigs and branches scratching you. A giggle loudly as Dunk chased you. He was hot on your tail, you could hear his heavy breathing. You could feel his hands grab at the fabric of your dress. You agree to this charade out of pure boredom. It was a simple game of tag and Dunk caught you heβd get anything he wanted .Β
You squeal, pulling the skirts of your dress forward. This earned you a laugh from Dunk behind you. It reminded you of how young he was, how young the both of you were. Still barely out of childhood, the enjoyment of games like chasing each other. But you couldn't keep this past, your dress was your own enemy. You started to trip up over the length of clothes. As you stumble forwards Dunkβs hand grasps you.Β
His large hands wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest. But with the sudden force of you stopping you both fall to the leaf covered ground. You only laugh out louder as Dunk's full body weight pins you to the ground, his chest pressing into your back.Β
βCaught you.β He growled into your ear. You turned your head to look at him and giggled, βThat you did, good ser.βΒ
The only response you got was Dunkβs heavy breathing into your ear, it fanned over your cheek sending chills down your spine. You squirm in his hold to face him, looking over Dunkβs focused expression. You smile at him and bring your hands up to his overwhelming broad shoulders. βOkay you caught me, what do I owe you?βΒ
You could see Dunk let out a shake breath. His eyes scan you,Β but his eyes land you at your chest. Watching it heave as you struggle to catch your breath.Β
βWhat do you want Dunk?βΒ
You feel his hands travel from your waist to your thighs, βYou.βΒ
You let out a small chuckle, βIβm being serious.β
βAs am I.β He replies. Dunkβs eyes sharpen as his grip on your thighs tighten. βI want you.βΒ
His voice was tight and low, with your closeness you can feel his chest reverberate slightly. Your heart fluttered at his tone. You searched his expression for a jest but you found none. Dunk leaned down taking in a deep breath with his nose buried against your neck. βYou have no idea what you did to me as I chased you through these woods.β he whispers.Β
You shake in his hold a bit as Dunk leaned back up, coming eye to eye with you. Your noses graze each other, his heavy breath washing over your face. βI need you, to claim you.βΒ
He spoke like a man possessed but it made your body stirred. Your hands move from his shoulder to his hair, it has grown out a bit. You grasp at the tufts at the base of his neck, βOkayβ¦β Is all you can manage to mutter out.Β
Dunk barely let the word leave your lips before he started to kiss the entirety of your neck. A heavy sigh left your lips when you felt the pressure of his body on yours. His lips pressed against your skin felt so heavenly. They were soft pecks and nips mixed with the occasional growl.Β Β
Your finger tightened in his strawberry blonde locks and in response Dunk pulled one of your thighs to his hip. He rolled his hips into you, you felt his half hardened cock. You tug on his hair again and Dunk rolled his hoops into you deeper. This back and forth made you both moan softly. As Dunk started to dry hump you his mouth moved up your throat to his jaws. You arch your back and crane your head back to give Dunk more access to the expanse of your jaw.
Dunk stopped kissing your skin and began to suck on it lightly. You let out a gasp and strangled screech at the new sensation. βDunk. Duncanβ¦Must you t-tease..βΒ
Dunk ignored your chastising only continuing your ministrations but he did so his hands started to slip under your overdress and shift. His rough hands against the soft skin of your thighs. His hands inched up closer to your cunt made you shiver. βDuncanβ¦β You whine.Β
βPatience.β He commanded.
You roll your head to the side with a whine, but Dunkβs hands softly start to stroke your lower lips. His mouth still worked at your skin. You roll your hips against his fingers. Dunk worked his fingers and mouth in tandem quickly bringing you to an edge of overstimulation.Β
His thick middle fingers rolled over your clit softly pulling delicate moans from your lips as he kissed up and down your jaw. Dunk started to move to your cheeks peppering your face with soft kisses. In contrast his fingers brushed at your opening gathering your arousal before he inserted a finger into you.Β
βOh godsβ¦β You mutter.Β
Dunkβs finger thrust into you harshly immediately. You widened your thighs to give Dunk better access. Your breathing quickened, matching the pace of Dunkβs finger. Soon enough he added another finger. His two fingers started stretching you out.Β
You let out strained high pitch whines and moans, they sounded almost animalistic. Dunk groaned and growled at your sounds. βYou sound so wonderfulβ¦β
His voice carried a sense of possessiveness. You turn your head to look at him, Dunkβs eyes were glazed over with a dark expression. You felt like a helpless doe feels like in the grasp of a wolf or a mountain lion.Β
Dunk looked at you like he was about to consume you whole. As he worked his fingers in and out of you. The pace was fervent with his fingers curled brushing against your g-spot. It made you writhe under him. Your leg shakes like an overzealous rabbit.Β
βDunk! Duncan please! Iβm going to cum! Iβm so close!βΒ You cry out as a pressure builds in your pelvis.Β
βGood! Give it to me, girl.β Dunk whispered just above your lips. He teases you with the phantom of a kiss. You lean up, trying to capture his lips with yours. But Dunk pulls back, giving you a sly smile.Β
βGods! Fuck!β you curse out, you were both frustrated with the lack of a kiss and reaching your peak. Your cunt clenched around Dunkβs fingers. Your hands, still buried in Dunkβs hair, you pulled so tightly Dunk leaned in his head back a bit. Your grasp on his locks were the only thing keeping you connected to the moment.Β
But Dunk slowed his fingers, eventually removing them. Your peak came down making your fall limp a little, your hands slipping from Dunkβs hair. Losing your anchor to this world. With shaking breathing you relax into the ground below you.Β
Dunk rises from atop of you to settle in between your legs. Your thighs rested on Dunkβs thicker ones. As his hands brushed against your skin, one of your legs started to shake again.Β
βSo restless, like a bunny.β Dunk comments.Β
You were too exhausted to give him a glare. All you could do was just nod. Dunk smiles at your absent response and grabs your jaws then leans down to finally kiss you. It was a deep kiss, commanding of your attention. The kiss snapped you back to reality.Β
You kiss back, your hands cupping his cheeks which still held a roundness to them. A reminder of his youth that he yet to lose. The kiss did not last long, Dunk pulled away.Β
His eyes raked over you as his hands came down to rest at your hips. Dunk pulled you closer, pressing his clothed cock against your hot, wet cunt. You both groan, βDunk pleaseβ¦β you didnβt finish your thought but Dunk knew what you wanted.
Although he ignores you again as he starts grinding himself against you. You gasp as your back arch, Dunk grinded further into you. Your hips bucked to match his rhythm. But Dunkβs fingers dug into your hips holding you still. His gaze bore into your own, it made you shrink into yourself. He became this all consuming presence above you. His strength and size made your stomach twist in pleasure. He made you feel weak in such a delicious way.Β
Your breathing started to stutter, the familiar feeling of an orgasm started to build in your stomach. βDunk, pleaseβ¦I canβtβ¦βΒ
Dunk just rolled into you one more time, and it was an aggressive roll. He pressed his body into you deeply. Then he released your body, laying you flat on the ground again. You whine and gasp at the loss of your second orgasm.Β
βDuncan, just fuck me alreadyβ¦β Dunk just smirked at you. His hands rubbing your exposed thighs. But his eyes scanned you over, you imagine he was thinking of what he could do next to ravage you. Then his hands left you and started to undo the ties of his trousers. He pulled them down just enough to let out his cock. It was thick and girthy, with a deep red color on the tip.Β
You took a deep breath, every time you see his cock youβre taken aback. But your mouth waters a little. Dunkβs hands are on you again. He spreads your thighs and pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist.Β
βShe looks so emptyβ¦β He comments as he eyes your sopping cunt. A finger brushes over your slit, βShe is ready for me.βΒ
You nod dumbly, entrance by his voice and touch. He smiles at you and leans over to give another kiss. This one was sensual and deep. As he captures your lips with his, Dunk begins to press into you. His cock felt like it was splitting you open. Simultaneous Dunk took his thumb and rubbed your clit in soft circles. The overwhelming amount of pleasure from different points relaxed immensely. If it were even possible you fell further into a state of limpness. Your body was not your own.Β
Dunk pulled away from the kiss, watching you adjust to his size. He stayed buried deep in you, rolling your clit with his thumb. You moan quietly bucking your hips as much as you could with a limited range of motion you were afforded. When Dunk deemed you adjusted enough he started to rock his hips. Just rock them, he didnβt pull out to thrust back into you. He pressed body firm against your own, taking your hips and rocking them with his. Recreating what he was doing to you before only this time he buried deep inside you.Β
His pelvis pressed against your clit which made your shiver. Your breath quickened, you grabbed on to his biceps. They flex under your grasp and their size makes your hands look so small.Β
Dunk smiled down at you. βYouβre so beautiful like this, stretch out around my cock.β His voice barely above a whisper. His words were more of an absent minded thought than praise. But you clenchβas much as you couldβ around him and whimper left your lips.Β
Dunk caught your reaction, βYou like that?β
You nod in response.Β
Dunk rubbed a small circle on your hips as he stalled.Β
βWait donβt stoββ
Before you could finish your complaint Dunk pulled out of your car and drove back into your cunt harshly. He started this rhythm of deep thrust. You start moaning loudly, gone where the whimpers and the soft whines.Β
βGood girl, let me hear you.βΒ
Dunkβs words sent shivers down your spine. Your thighs twitched but Duck forced them open. He continued to thrust into you, it was harder. The blunt head of his cock abused your cervix.Β
You cry out louder, you grip on his biceps harder. βGods have mercy! Duncan!βΒ
Your back started to arch but Dunk held you down. You whine a bit and your hips thrash a bit. The sound of skin slap filled the wooded area. Dunk drove into you animalistically. His head ducked back into the crook of your neck. You could feel him inhale your scent.Β
Then Dunk lifts your hips and starts to thrust into you from a different angle. You screech so loud you could hear birds flap away startles. βOh fuck! Dunk, that's so good!βΒ
βIs that right mβlady?β He asks teasingly against your skin. You could only nod as the only sounds leaving you were shorts and breathy moans.Β
Then you feel the pressure in your body start to build up. βOh Iβm close! Iβm so close.βΒ
βGood girl, I want you cum for me. Cum on around my cock.β Dunk replies as hand slipped to toy with your clit.Β
βAhhh fuck! Duncan.β Tears formed in your eyes. The little you had left in you was lost. Your leg starts to lock up and your entire body tightens. You flex under Dunk as your second orgasm hits all at once.Β
Dunk could feel your cunt contracted around his cock. βGood girl. Thatβs my good girl.βΒ
His cock still drives into you at a merciless pace. But it wasnβt long until he was cumming inside you. Feeling him spill inside your cunt made you sob in pleasure. Dunk leans up off you and pulls his cock out of your cunt watching the cum spill out of you.Β
He takes his fingers and collects the cum and fucks it back into you. You are so spent at this point you donβt even respond vocally. Your hands just reach for his wrist and in a weak attempt you try to control the pace.Β
Dunk chuckles as his two middle fingers rut into you. The wet sounds of his palm colliding with the clit where all could be heard.Β
βI could fuck you againβ¦β Dunk whispers.
You gaze shot at him. You shake your head βnoβ making him smile.Β
βNo? Maybe next timeβ¦β He jokes, finally taking his fingers out your cunt and kissing you deeply.Β
You kissed back but your brain was stuck on the idea of next time.Β
I know I haven't posted on this blog in forever but I have started writing again and I have side blog with my writings @aerionsdelights if you want to check it out. I also I will be reposting my writings from the blog here soon. xoxo hopes
HIGH KEY, i have no space to write in my google docs, no power, writers block. to my jace fans im so sorry. anyways i will try to get things up and running soon
summary: youβve fallen in love with your local merman but he hasnβt come to visit you in a few days. You think maybe heβs grown tired of you but it seems to be quite the opposite. and who knew mermen have mating seasons?
merman!jacaerys x fem!reader
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c.w: mermaid sex. oral (fem), scales, webbed fingers, heat?, kinda girl perv reader, desperate jace, p in v, not proofread. basically just smut btw
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The sea has become a friend to you. With your head resting against the cold rock, you are out at the shining blue sea expectantly. waiting for him. the water crashes lightly against your bare skin the swimsuit youβre wear leads you to shiver every time theres a light breeze but you don't mind it as your hands shake, he should be here soon.
If someone had asked you a couple months ago if you had thought mermaids were real you would have laughed in there face but here you were. sitting on the wet sand waiting for your own merman to show up. not being a strong swimmer seems to have its pros, as after your family moved out to a beach side property you decided to late a late night dip, making sure not to go too deep but the waves were against you and you were pushed way too far in. he saved you from drowning, the cute brown haired boy with hazel eyes and a big smile.
He told you his name was jacaerys but to just call him jace. A strange name to you but it seems merpeople have a very different culture. Hes not supposed to make friends with humans but he claims he feels a βpullβ towards you and cant stay away, confused at the blush that grows on your face at his words.
You like him. A lot. far too much even. Far far too much your hands dip where they shouldn't when you think about him. How would it even work between you two? He certainly doesn't like you as you like him, hes just a friendly merman. His fingers are webbed would they feel strange,,, Does he even have a-
You shake your head quickly cutting off that train of thought as you feel a familiar ache build up in your stomach and you wiggle a little where you sit.
You feel yourself growing more hot and bothered maybe you should just leave. You dont even know if heβll show he hasnt been here for the last three days. it wasnt like him to miss a meeting without warning, like when he went on that hunting trip with his friends but he made sure to warn you before hand he wouldn't be able to see you. Youβll never forget the sad pout on his face and how his webbed hand gripped your thigh in a parting goodbye before he left. your fingers definitely hurt that night.
maybe you made him up and he was just a figment of your imagination. should you schedule a doctors appointment? When another ten minutes go by and he still doesn't show up you let out a frustrated huff and stand up to leave. suddenly you hear rushing water and whip your head back to look at the familiar tail that peaks out from the water ever so slightly and your eyes widen.
When he appears his face is bright red, a heavy blush set on his face as he takes a deep breath of the air and he shudders. you sit on your knees in front of his as he keeps his eyes closed as if he was afraid to look at him, frowning when he flinched as you try and touch his face. βjace?β
in response he lays face first on your thighs and continues to take a deep breaths taking in your scent. You allow him too, knowing heβll tell you what happened once he can but you can help but feel embarrassed when he seems like hes taking heavy sniffs of your pussy. you feel like youβre making it up, probably just too turned on but when he readjusts his head to be directly over the thin cloth and lets out a pleased noise along with another deep breath you realize youβre not making it up.
When you grab his face, his face contorts into embarrassment as he tried to pull away but you keep him firmly infront of you. βim sorry im sorry im not myself im so sorry.β You shush him, murmuring that its alright but its hard to take him seriously when it seems like hes even drooling but its hard to tell as he always looks so wet.
His hand comes up to touch your thigh and your breath stalls. His eyes glow in the sun as he maintains his eye contact with you despite the clear red sheen of embarrassment and desire on his face. βim sorry i have not seen you. ive been trying to stay away so this wouldn't happen im so stupid. im sorry.β Hes not telling you something you can tell, he looks down at your lap at you awaiting stare. βit is mating season. And,,, i crave you. i did not want to see you i knew i would act out of line. Forgive me but i rushed over because i could smell you in the air. your scent,β he paused as he takes another deep breath. βi need you.β
He leans heavily into your palm. Pressing a light kiss against your skin, when you donβt answer he continues to pepper your wrist with kisses. The only thing you can think about right now is him. His pupils are blown out, his skin down to his neck is red with a flustered glow, his lips plump eager for you to lay yours on them. βare you sure?β he eager nods at your words, eagerly scooting closer to you the best of his ability, his tail eagerly flapping in the water.
Heβs eager to press himself against you when you press your lips against his. Grabbing your hips and dragging you closer to the water so he can scoot closer to the water and press his head comfortably between your thighs. He eagerly licks at you through the think fabric of your bottoms, putting the fabric in his mouth and tightly sucking on it, attempting to drink out every drop he can get. His hands claw at your hips you can feel the scales on his palm rub against your bare hips as they drag down the fabric, he lets out a light groan before he tears at the fabric and dives in.
Your hands get lost in his curls while he eagerly laps at your essence. Its hard to hear the sound of him slurping at your walls over the sounds of the crashing waves but what you can hear and feel his him groaning and moaning against you sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.
The grip he has on your thighs is sure to leave a couple bruises but you cant seem to care as he simply continues to open you up wider and drinks up every drop you push out. You must orgasm atleast two or even three times before he finally pulls away from you and drags you further into the way. Youβre as far out as you can go in the water while still laying down and he presses himself fully ontop of you. his scales rub against your skin and he eagerly rips at the fabric of your too, wrapping his lios eagerly around your nipples.
Your legs wrap around his waist as your bare dripping cunt rubs against his course scales and he whines in delight. you can feel his scales part and his dick is suddenly rubbing against your folds. its heavy and it throbs against as if it had been waiting for you eagerly. he shoved his lips against you as he slides into you, the stretch burns as hes far bigger than anyone else youβve ever been with but once you settle into it *youβre see stars.*
His lips eagerly dance all over your neck and jaw as your head is thrown back in pleasure, breathy sounds escaping you as you try your best to not be too loud, hips rocking together just as the waves are crashing against the shore.
you hope theres no other creature out there in the big wide ocean because they would certainly be getting a show as youβre laying by the show singing until sundown. or maybe you do.
i think a lot about how jace would hold his loverβs waist and just kiss their stomach. he adores when you (his lover) loom over him hands tangled in his hair. And his hands find themselves placed firmly on your waist.
if this modern au! jace heβll push up your shirt follow his hand with his mouth kissing your skin softly. heβll tell you how beautiful you are and that you like an angel fallen from heaven. especially if you have large poofy hair that just form a halo around your head.
if this regular medieval fantasy world jace then he would i think it would be in bed while youβre dressed in only thin robe. your chest and stomach bare as the robe slip off the shoulder slightly. and kiss up and down your stomach. and obsess over how the the morning sun makes you glow.
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