warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, oral, fingering, unprotected, handjobs, creampies, pet name, secret relationship, fake relationship (with Aegon), angst, slowburn, drugs and alcohol references
Description: I've long wanted to visit the Targaryen country "castle", but going there as Aegon's girlfriend... A lie on the part of a friend led to many strange events, the key person of which was none other than Aemond Targaryen, the younger brother of my friends and the strangest guy in the world.
Author’s note: This is nothing more than a wild fantasy, the idea just swirled around in my head and I couldn't help but spill it out. I apologize for any typos, English is not my first language. I would be glad to hear any suggestions regarding the progress of the plot. I hope you enjoy it, don't take it too seriously. PART 1 - coming soon
warnings: academic-rivals-to-Iovers, +18 smut, NSFW, pet name, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, hickeys, praise kink, creampies, pet names
word count: 4,2k
- Do you want to take control of my research?
- No... But if you want to be in control, you can be...
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
- But professor, I… I'm successfully handling all aspects of the project. Why would I need an assistant?
- Not an assistant, my dear, more like a mentor. - Kind old eyes peer at you through their glasses.
- That doesn't change the question, sir. - You fold your arms over your chest, trying to look as serious as possible.
- The conference I was talking about…
- I remember. But there's still a month, I'm almost done with the work.
- I understand, but only group studies of two or more people are allowed to participate. - The Professor pushes the papers aside, searching for a brochure. - A sudden change in conditions.
- Two or more? - You feel your palms sweating. You've put almost a year of your life into this research, visiting museums, archives, and digging. And now it's not your job, there will be two of you…
- And I thought that Aemond would be an ideal candidate for your partner. The young man will be able to practice curating, the experience will be useful to him after graduation. - You barely restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. - And we can become participants, everyone wins!
- And what about me? A personal large-scale project was supposed to help me, I want to get into the Historical Society, and what does your student want? To work in the archives?
- No need to get so excited, this is not the last conference on history, I will help you with everything, and believe me, the list of your scientific achievements will only grow…
A knock on the door interrupted your conversation. Clearing his throat, the professor invites the visitor in, the guest slips inside and suddenly takes up all the space. Not physically…
Aemond Targaryen is a senior student of the history department, the best polo player, a student-intern of your mutual curator, a rich aristocrat and your headache.
He acts like he'll die if he doesn't correct you at least once a day. He can smirk for any reason, and he speaks in such a cold and smug tone that you want to hide somewhere.
You're too loud. You're too quiet. Your lipstick could be brighter. You forgot your umbrella. You got sick and didn't stay home. And the list goes on and on…
- Aemond! Hello, as always on time. We were just discussing your joint work.
- Wonderful. - He runs his long fingers, decorated with silver rings, you feel that he's looking at you, but you don't look up.
- What else do we have planned? - The professor checks the notebook.
- All that's left is to summarize the statistics for the last two years, I was only given access to the necessary library sex yesterday. Design the slides and stitch the final version. - You suppress the words "I could have handled it myself", you understand that it is useless.
- Wonderful! Aemond will control everything and help if necessary.
You nod and head for the exit, still not looking at the man standing at the door. If you do not get rid of this problem, you will ignore it for as long as possible.
- Are you going to let me through or not? I need to work. - He is silent for a few seconds before letting you through.
You hurry down the corridor, burning with anger and shame. The uselessness of his presence nearby in the academic sense is obvious. And the very fact that he will be nearby confused and excited in you what you have successfully hidden for a long time, until recently.
You cared little about the rumors and whispers about him, but Aemond Targaryen cut a formidable figure, and his aura of mystery suited him perfectly. Tall and thin, with a set face, he always surveyed people with an unmistakable superiority in his gaze.
And as soon as he opened his mouth, you realized he sounded as he looked: arrogant and cold. He spoke without much emotion, never raising his voice; it was difficult to tell when he was showing genuine interest in his interlocutor.
The healed but obvious wound on his face was hidden under a thin leather bandage. And it was somewhat frightening. However, you would be lying if you said he was unattractive. Aemond had a chiseled face, with the ethereal features of the Targaryens. You once told a friend that Targaryen seemed to have more beautiful and longer hair than you.
This man was an enigma; it was impossible to decipher his raw emotions and pure intentions. Was he happy working with you? Was he satisfied with this arrangement?
Thoughts of Aemond haunted you for the next few days. Deciding not to cross paths with him, you took your "mentor'" email from the professor and merely reported to him on the progress of your work. You hadn't received anything in response yet…
Drowsy and irritated, you headed to the library; time was running out, best to finish everything early. Inside, it was quiet, except for a few diligent students who had arrived just before opening time and were now buried in their research papers.
Taking your favorite seat, you pulled out your planner and turned on your laptop. A couple of new messages from classmates, a file with edits from the professor, and… a message from Aemond.
"I need to see you, I have a couple of statistics questions. I'll find you."
You snorted, irritated by his tone; If he has questions about the numbers, he should consult official sources. At the same time, his promise to find you evoked a familiar thrill in you, as if it were some kind of game.
You don't answer him; he didn't ask any questions, so writing back isn't necessary.
You spend a couple of hours in the library, only checking the time when your thermos of coffee is completely empty. Somewhere in the distance, you smell coffee, fresh and hot.
At that moment, Aymond sits down next to you; it was his coffee that attracted you (American, sugar-free, of course). He's wearing a long coat, a large sweater, and black jeans adorned with metal jewelry/
- I told you I'd find you,. - He smiles, a cold, sarcastic smile. - Although, you're rather predictable…
- Really? - You return to work. You never greet each other. It's a small, shared habit of yours now.
- You're always in the same places. - Aemond began counting things off on his fingers. - The campus, the library, the coffee shop…
- Stop following me, it's weird.
- And you call me 'sir,' I'm higher than you…
- Only a couple of inches. - You shrug.
- Status. - He smirks, as if he appreciates your comment, but you can only interpret it as mockery.
- What do you need, sir?
Targaryen pulls a small book from his coat pocket and quickly finds a bookmark. You notice the notes in the margins. His handwriting is elegant, but the thought of him ruining library books makes your teeth grind.
- You wrote that you couldn't find any statistics for '82, but I found some, and these figures change the overall picture a bit. - The young man hands you the book, and you peer at the highlighted paragraph.
With every word, you realize he's right. Two columns of numbers that could truly affect the outcome of the research. As if afraid to look at Aemond, you glance at the book cover, the author's name, and see the small seal on the endpaper. Of course, a book from the Targaryen library.
- I'll redo it… - You hand the book back, your hands touching, your fingers both cold.
- I'll do it myself. You can work on the final part, we'll just change the conclusions later. - You're both silent for a few seconds, as if something else was about to happen.
- Do you want to take control of my research? - You look Aemond in the face, finally wanting a truthful answer.
- No… - He drawls, stretching his long legs forward and shoving his hands in his pockets. - But if you want to be in control, you can be…
And again, you're leaving first. Why are you leaving again? Is it because he's spotted a flaw in your work? Or because he embarrassed you and you couldn't find a good answer?
Or because you got excited like a schoolgirl receiving praise from a teacher?
You barely restrain yourself from making a startled sound when your back hits something warm and hard. Misjudging the distance from the shelf, you bumped into someone. There was no sound of books falling, so it wasn't that bad/
- Are you still going to the same places?
- Are you still following me? - The urge to apologize instantly vanishes. You proudly toss your hair and clutch the books tightly in your hands.
- Something like this… - Aemond doesn't move away from you; you can almost feel the warmth of his body. - It's for you.
A colorful piece of paper; you recognize the handwriting on the note without a problem. Helaena. Sweet, sweet Helaena. You were in sociology classes together, Helaena was already getting a second degree, and despite the age difference, you quickly hit it off and became friends.
- What is this? - Without waiting for an answer, you open the piece of paper, which turns out to be an invitation to an evening picnic on the Targaryen family property this saturday.
Helaena loved gatherings with friends and family outdoors; you'd already attended the morning picnic and the picnic by the lake. Helaena always prepared meticulously, and her efforts always paid off.
- Are you working as a messenger now, sir? - It was impossible to hide your smile.
- No. - He shrugs, as if that should explain everything. - Will you come?
- Yes. For Helaena. - Why did you add that? You wanted to curse, but then Aemond would see it and surely laugh at you.
- Good. - He leans a little closer, towering over you. - The color of the evening is red. Like sunset… I'm sure you'll do your best.
- Don't doubt it. - Struggling to sound confident and sharp, you clench your fists behind your back, afraid of your own emotions. Is it really that hard to figure out what exactly you want to do to someone: hit them or kiss them?
Aemond pulls several sheets of paper from his coat pocket and hands them to you. Notes, a pencil sketch, and columns of numbers fill the paper, creating a chaotic pattern of data.
- This is just a rough draft. I think I'll finish this section by saturday and we can discuss everything. - Aemond points to specific points.
- Yes, good. Very beautiful. - Aemond's heavy gaze brightens, and he stares at you intently, as if trying to decipher the meaning of your words. - If you don't mind, don't throw this away later; I'll take it back. If that's okay?
- Okay. - You hand the papers back to him. - It was nice to show you this.
- Thank you for doing this. It's just… This work is really important to me.
- Yes… Yes, I know. - Aemond lightly squeezes your hand, and you're ready to scream from the whirlwind of thoughts and desires in your head.
The fluffy dress you'd rented barely fit on a single chair, and there were so many puffy petticoats that you couldn't count them the first time. The only consolation was that everyone was dressed similarly.
This time, Helaena had thrown a picnic ball, and everyone had arrived in red ball gowns. It was hot in the tent, and for the last half hour, you've been sitting on a wicker chair, lazily waving your fan.
- Enjoying the evening? - Aemond pulled out a second chair.
- It would be a crime not to say… Red suits you. - You nodded to the man in greeting. - It's been such a hot day that evening doesn't make it any better."
- You're right." Aemond nodded back. - Red suits me.
You giggle, blaming it on the champagne; not expecting such heat, you'd downed at least four glasses. Aemond stares at you for so long that you start to think something's wrong.
- Is there something on my face? Or have I already turned as red as my dress?
- Not at all, everything's fine. The dress is very beautiful, it suits you.
- It wasn't that much. - In the relaxed atmosphere, you began to act more freely, driven by intoxication and joy. You stood up and twirled around in front of Aemond a few times. - Do you like it?
Aemond hums something and smiles at you, leaning back in his chair. You smile, but there's no mockery or reproach in your smile; you simply radiate relaxation and joy.
- You…? - You stop, suddenly embarrassed. - You wanted to discuss the final part of the projeck, right?
- If you want… My bedroom is on the third floor, we can talk there. - You nod and follow Aemond into the house. Helaena smiles, catching your eye along the way.
You need to hold your dress in place. Aemond opens the door for you, and you climb the wide wooden staircase. For a brief moment, you feel like a princess in a castle.
Aemond's room is located right under the roof of the house, and three large windows adorn the ceiling, letting in the rays of the sunset.
- Your room is beautiful. - You sit down in a large, soft chair and tuck your legs under you. The skirts of your dress fall around you like petals, the light playing on the crimson folds of the fabric.
Aemond hands you his laptop and sits back, letting you read what he's written. You were immersed in your reading, at first not even noticing the Targaryen's gaze boring into you. But with each passing second, it became more and more obvious.
- What's wrong? - You looked up. - Do you think I read slowly?
- I think you're very beautiful when you read. The way you wince so amusingly when you encounter a difficult passage, or giggle when you've understood it all before the author.
- You understood it in a minute?
- No, I've already been watching you. I know what you'll say… It's weird. But I like looking at you. You don't seem to like looking at me… That's why I look when you're not looking.
- What makes you think that? - Your palms are sweating, a bead of sweat even seems to have trickled down your back.
- What?
- What makes you think I don't like looking at you? It's just… - A deep breath, it seems like it's too early to tell the truth. - You're so annoying, Aemond. You act like a snob, you don't let anyone near you and you don't approach anyone, you walk around alone with the air of someone who already knows everything. Why should I admit that I'm looking at you? It seems like it would only push you away.
You leave your laptop on the nightstand and fold your hands in your lap, trying to collect your thoughts.
- If you only knew how often I thought about you. And not just in innocent ways. You're smart, handsome, rich, like you were assembled in a factory according to a checklist. But I was glad to see other sides of you, it's nice… It's nice to communicate with you without needles and defense mechanisms, it's nice to just spend time. Isn't it?
Aemond leaves his seat, standing next to you, falling on one knee. His gaze was fixed on you, searching for something beyond words, something in your eyes that would confirm or deny your words.
- The thought of you being here, in my room, in a dress like that… - This thought haunted me so often that it became a reality.
- What else were you thinking about?
- Kissing you. Keeping your mouth occupied until you couldn't make another taunt.
- Is that really what you want, sir? - You lean in closer, your lips almost touching.
Aemond makes a sound that will now be your favorite. A moan and a sigh at the same time, it sounded like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders; the sound meant only one thing. Surrender.
Your lips meet in a kiss: a gentle and tender touch, as if you were both afraid the other would disappear and you would wake up alone in your bed.
- What else were you thinking about, sir? - You continue to tease Aemond, pulling away first.
- About you calling me that. But most of all, about how you would call me by my name when you came.
You shift in your chair, moving closer and feeling his large, hot hands on your legs. Aemond strokes the soft, thin fabric of your dress, and you help him lift the skirt.
- How many layers are there, clever girl?
- More than ten, sir? - You kiss Aemond's forehead, your lips brushing his eyelids and cheeks, then leaving another light kiss on the Targaryen's lips.
At that moment, he abruptly leans forward and deepens the kiss, tipping you over in the chair. He wedges himself between your legs, touching your face and hair, playing with your tongue. You moan into the kiss, your small hands clasping his strong forearms, your fingers sliding over the delicate embroidery on his shirt.
- You're so beautiful… - Aemond looks down at you, his hand sliding over yours, playing with your fingers and squeezing them, bringing them to his lips. - I noticed it right away. But if only everyone knew how smart you are… Gods!
Aemond falls to his knees again and frantically begins lifting the layers of fabric. You giggle at his haste; he involuntarily tickles you, rushing to get to what he wants.
- I haven't told you everything, darling. - Aemond finally sees your cunt, covered by your lingerie. You're already wet; it would be impossible to hide it; the devilish smile on the blond's face makes your ears burn. - What do you think I thought of her?
A slender finger touches the damp fabric, gliding up and down, inflaming you even more. You squirm, lifting your hips, but Aemond's strong hand holds you in place.
- You're a scientist, aren't you, baby? - I think instead of telling you, I'll show you." The man leans lower, and the underwear leaves your body.
Because of the full skirts, you can't see him completely. Aemond disappears below, and you almost squeal when his hot mouth descends on your bare cunt. He spreads your precum, slips the tip of his tongue inside, feeling the tremors of your muscles.
His hand grasps his snow-white hair, and you pull him closer, hearing a quiet chuckle. Aemond didn't argue or taunt, but pressed himself harder against you, his tongue moving to your clit. He responds easily to the touch, and you bite your tongue in pleasure.
Aemond strokes you confidently and forcefully, you feel the precum running down your thigh, and you sense you're about to reach your peak. With your other hand, you try to free your breasts from the corset, wanting to give Aemond everything.
- So hungry, baby. - Aemond bites your thigh, the bite site reddening and tugging painfully, sure to bruise.
Your eyes roll back as you feel the penetration of his beautiful finger; first one, then two. They slide inside you, completely coated in your juices and stretching your aroused muscles.
- So tight… You've never been properly fucked, have you? - Targaryen lifts his face for a second. - All eyes on the books, right?
- Aemond, please! - You reach for a kiss, but the man leans over you again, and you grind against his face again, accepting three deliciously long fingers.
- Come on, darling, make a mess for me. - Targaryen sucks on your clit, and you feel a wave of orgasm wash over you.
Your muscles squeeze your lover's fingers, and you scream and thrust harder. Aemond's prominent nose rubs against you, and you lose control of yourself, spilling all over his handsome face.
- Are you okay? - You breathe heavily.
- More than enough, my dear. - Aemond licks his lips. - But I still want to hear my name in your orgasm. Didn't I try hard enough, sweetie?
Without waiting for your answer, he reaches for the laces of your corset under your breasts and releases you from your bonds, enveloping you in an embrace.
You were naked beneath the corset, and he wastes no time in showering your breasts with kisses. You throw your leg over his thigh when his teeth close on your nipple.
You're hand touches his pants; his cock clearly wants to be released. It's hard and hot, and you lick your lips in anticipation, eager for it to be inside you.
- Wait, not now. - Aemond squeezes your wrist. - We'll do this next time, I promise.
You're almost disappointed that you won't be able to taste the salty heaviness of his dick in your mouth now, but you're incredibly glad that next time isn't a dream, but a promise.
Targaryen stands to undress, and you can't look away, as if you were watching an ancient statue come to life. He bares himself before you without hesitation, without rushing or hiding. You toss the corset aside, accepting him into your arms.
- Please, please, take me, Aemond, I beg you… - A heavy whisper escapes your lips so quickly that Aemond barely catches the words.
The heavy head slides along your wet folds, and you buck your hips, wanting to finally feel him inside you. And when it happens, you feel like you're exploding.
You want to close your eyes, but it's impossible. They glaze over, and you see flashes of dark spots. His grip tightens, his fingers clinging to Aemond, who filled you with one smooth movement; you were so aroused…
- So perfectly lubricated, huh, clever girl? - Aemond kisses your nose. - Everything okay?
- More than okay, my dear. - As soon as you can say anything, you immediately return his words.
Aemond's lips are already circling your neck, and you feel him smile. Then he leaves a hickey on your shoulder, and another higher. And another…
- More! - You pull him closer, wrapping your legs around him, trying to take it all in, feeling so full you want to cry.
The last rays of sun fell beautifully on Aemond's long hair, the curls seeming to shield you from the world with a curtain of gold and light.
You carefully tuck a strand of Aemond's hair into your hair and prop yourself up on your elbows, wanting to be as close as possible. He wraps both arms around you as he picks up a rhythm, his narrow but strong hips knowing exactly where to hit to make you scream.
All you can do is hold on to the man who's literally fucking the wind out of you and watch his beautiful cock disappear inside your hot pussy again and again.
- God, it feels so good, I… - You stick your tongue out, licking the sweat off Aemond's hot skin. He didn't slow down, finding and pleasuring that sweet spot.
- Come on, you'll be good for me, right? - Aemond shifts his position, his right hand landing on your clit, squeezing it between his fingers. -I've thought about this every day, about how you'll cum beneath me, how you'll lose yourself with me. Be a good girl, cum for me.
- Would you like that… Sir? - You whine, your tone betraying helplessness; you're so desperately drunk on cock that it can't even bring a smile.
- That's what I want, baby. - The hand on your clit quickened, and you heard a wet squelch every time your bodies touched.
The orgasm built gradually, and you felt it. Something tickled the back of your head, your arms and legs tensed, your breath caught, and you seemed to try to break free from Aemond's arms.
- Aemond! I'm cumming, please, Aemond!
- No, my love, don't run away from me… - Aemond didn't let you break free, continuing to move inside you even through your orgasm. A spasm ran through you, and only then did you hear the loud sounds you were making. - Will you let me? Please, darling, let me mark you…
You nod desperately, and Aemond loses control, cumming inside you so long and hard that a shudder runs through your body. You both breathe heavily, but neither of you wants to be the first to pull away.
- You… - Was it an auditory hallucination, or did he say 'my love'? - It was…
- I really enjoyed it too. - Aemond kisses your cheek. - No need to be embarrassed.
- I like you. I really do.
- And I like you too. - It was serious, it was real.
- Will it help your academic work?
- Only if I'm your personal mentor. - Aemond's head falls onto your chest, and you can't think of anything more pleasant than that.
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
A - Aftercare
Aemond tries to choose the right moment for intimacy so that he has enough free time to spend with you later. You always hug him tenderly and hold him close, showering your sweet husband with all your love.
Over time, Aemond's free time diminished; the regency took your husband away from you, and the decision to appear in his study came surprisingly quickly.
- Look at you… - Aemond fucks you, your pelvis digging uncomfortably into the edge of the table, but you seem oblivious. - You came here to seduce me. You'll make me late for the council meeting because of you, little slut. Do you want my cum dripping all over you when you leave?
This new side of Aemond, slightly rougher towards you, pleased both of you. The thought of you walking around the castle marked by him excites the Targaryen.
B - Body part
He adores your eyes. The way you look at him — with interest, with amusement, with desire, or even with challenge — touches his soul; your gaze captivated the prince from the very first met.
Aemond loves to look into your eyes while he fucks you. He loves it when you look at him while you're falling apart.
Aemond considers his hands his best feature. The hands with which he embraces you bring pleasure. You share your husband's feelings and love to hold his hand in public, to play with his fingers during dinner.
- Is everything alright, my dear? - Aemond watches as you quickly play with his fingers, drawing circles on his skin with your thumb.
- More than alright. - You smile and squeeze your husband's cold hand. - I was just remembering how you used that hand this morning. Can we do it again after dinner?
C - Cum
Aemond loves to cum inside you. You wrap yourself so tightly around him, your hot, soft walls responding to his every movement. Your pussy is so hot, soft, and wet that sometimes Aemond can't bear to leave it.
Besides, you need to conceive. And the Seven know how much your prince enjoys working on this task.
- That's it… - Aemond strokes your back. - Take it all, like a good girl. You mustn't spill a drop, right?
- Aemond… - You whimper, so full, Aemond has cum inside you for the third time. Your bodies make squelching sounds, and Aemond continues to move slowly.
- Hush, my love. We must make sure the seed bears baby, right, Mommy?
D - Dirty Secret
That night, right after your official introduction, when obscene thoughts of you filled his head, Aemond succumbed to temptation...
Touching himself seemed dirty, wrong to him. The Seven hadn't created him for this. But as soon as he dropped his pants and grasped his dick, all thoughts of righteousness left his head.
He masturbated painfully, coming four times that night. He shamelessly fucked the pillow, closing his eyes and imagining you beneath him, naked and hot, moaning loudly and unashamedly.
- Gods… Beautiful. So beautiful…
E - Experience
You were a virgin before marriage, while Aemond had only spent time with the capital's whores a couple of times. You were both inexperienced, and you learned together, beginning to perceive and memorize each other's body signals.
Aemond has always been a diligent student; your desires, moans, and movements—all these reactions to his actions—are like the most fascinating book in the world; he eagerly listens to all your fantasies and fulfills them in the best possible way.
Sometimes you learn something interesting from the ladies of the court, and you always suggest your spouse try a new position.
- Yesterday I heard that a lady's husband likes to have her on horseback. Strange, isn't it?
- I wouldn't mind taking you while we're riding Vhagar, if that's what you mean, my love.
- What? Stop it, that's…
- For the experience, my love, aren't you interested? We've never had anything like this before, have we?
F - Favourite Position
It depends on your mood. If you're relaxed and unconcerned, Aemond will be on top, gently and tenderly guiding the process. In the mornings, you love to shower your husband with tenderness, which can often escalate into something more intense.
Sometimes, after a hard day, you pounce on each other like wild animals. Aemond takes you from behind, squeezing the flesh of your thighs until it bruises. You adore this position; it gets him deepest, and you almost squeal with the feeling of fullness.
And on certain days, especially when a suspiciously charming woman is hanging around your husband, you love to remind him who he truly belongs to by sitting on top. It's on those days that Aemond looks at you like a goddess who has blessed him with her grace.
- Darling… - His lips brush your breasts; Aemond has managed to undo the lacing of your dress and free your flesh. - You hold me so tight, please…
- Look at me, husband. - You grip the back of the chair and speed up the movement of your hips, your legs are already burning, you fuck him without stopping.
G - Goofy
Aemond tends to have a calmer, more serious approach. This applies to almost all aspects of his life, including his personal life. He focuses on your pleasure and can only indulge in playfulness at your whim. If you laugh, smile at him, and embrace him, Aemond might share your mood and even enjoy it.
- What's wrong? - Aemond hears you giggle and slows down.
- Your hair… - You smile and tuck a blonde strand behind your ear. - It tickles.
- Mmm… - Aemond leans lower and kisses your shoulder, moving to your neck and resuming the rhythm. He can't help but smile as his lips brush your skin.
H - Hair
Aemond is a disciplinarian. He's always been extremely meticulous about his appearance, though he'd hardly ever admit it. He cares for hair, trimming it periodically.
You like to run your hand through the short hairs on his pubic area; sometimes it feels good to tickle him.
- When we first met, I used to wonder what color your hair was below… - You play with your husband's fingers as he presses against you from behind.
- I never thought you were such a naughty girl.
I - Intimacy
Aemond loves the feel of your body pressed against his, your fingers tangling in his long hair. He kisses you everywhere he can reach, running his tongue over your sweat-slicked skin.
- Hold me. - Your request alone is enough for Aemond to pull you into a hug. His chest presses against your back, hot skin rubbing against each other as he penetrates you from behind. - Don't let go, please
- Never. - Aemond growls into your shoulder, pressing his whole body against you, as if wanting you to merge, as if he wants to consume you completely.
J - Jack Off
He has neither the desire nor the time. Aemond is busy with his family's affairs, devoting time to the Small Council, his studies, and training. And, of course, to you.
What's the point of cumming in his hand when Aemond can experience far greater pleasure than a moment's pleasure with himself?
Besides, sometimes searching for you in the castle feels like a hunt, and Aemond feels his blood boil. Sometimes you spot him from afar and run away, provoking a game of cat and mouse.
- Gotcha! - Aemond pins you against the wall. - I think I've earned the prize.
K - Kink
He wanted to make you a mother so much that it sometimes bordered on obsession. He performed his duties as a husband so diligently that it couldn't bear fruit.
When you were pregnant, he loved to play with your breasts; they had grown larger and couldn't help but attract your husband's attention. He could spend hours licking your nipples and squeezing your soft breasts in his hands.
You are so beautiful and kind that Aemond can't keep quiet about it. The praise he heaps on you every time makes you blush, even though his cock is buried deep inside you.
- Do you hear? - Aemond nibbles your ear. "This pussy is practically singing for me, listen.
- Aemond! - You hear yourself slurping around your husband's cock. - Please, I want…
- What? Do you want to cum? - The prince's hips move faster. - You're such a good wife, aren't you? You take me so well, wet and hot… You just want to be fucked, right?
- No, I…
- Don't you? - Aemond squeezes your wrists, preventing you from touching him. - Oh yeah, how could I forget? You want my cum, right, baby?
L - Location
In his study, in your marital chambers. On the bed, on the sofa, on the balcony, in a tub of hot water, or on the rug in front of the fireplace.
You often fly off to Vhagar, somewhere far away, where no one will see you making love in the open air.
- I love you… - You move on top of him, the wind whipping your long hair, your nipples hardening from the coolness.
- And I love you. - Aemond feels the dew-damp grass against his back.
M - Motivation
The way you listen with fascination to his stories about dragons, the way you ask questions and admire his knowledge. The way you play with his siblings' children, how attentive and sweet you are to them. The way you became friends with his mother and grandfather, even got along with his father, the king.
No one in Aemond's life has ever been as good as you, and all he can give you in return is boundless love, respect, support, and passion for your pure and passionate nature.
- Aemond! - You stop his hand. - What's wrong?
- You look so beautiful today.
- As you do every day, my love. - You kiss his forehead, understanding his intentions. - Let's wait until evening; we are in public, after all.
N - NO
Anything that concerns other people in your bedchamber. Aemond had heard that lords often invite a third person, man or woman, into their beds. This way, they indulge themselves and humiliate their long-suffering wives.
But Aemond Targaryen has no intention of sharing.
O - Oral
He prefers to give, quickly learning and memorizing where you like to be touched and how. He has a prominent nose, which he uses along with his lips and tongue to provide you with as much stimulation as possible. When you want to repay the favor, Aemond finds himself unable to refuse, your mouth feels so divine on him.
- Gods, I don't deserve you… - Aemond massages your scalp as you greedily swallow his cock. - So good, my love.
- I'm glad you like it. - You massage the part of his cock that doesn't fit in your mouth yet, but you've already decided to practice more and take him all the way.
P - Pace
Always start slowly, no matter how many times you've taken your lover, it always takes a little time to get used to him inside you.
Only after receiving your consent does Aemond speed up, picking up that sharp, deep tempo you both love so much.
- You can move. - You lower your heels onto those beautiful dimples above his buttocks.
- Are you sure? - Aemond releases your breast with a pop.
- Yes, fuck me, my prince.
Q - Quickie
Aemond is looking for a way to spend time with you before and after the act, so quick fixes aren't for him. It all reminds him of how Aegon corners his unfortunate servants in dark corners.
And even in the most mischievous mood, he'll find the strength to lead you to the bedchamber, where no one but him will see you and you'll feel safe.
- What are you doing? - You grab your husband's shoulders. - Aemond, put me down.
- We have business, my wife. Yesterday, our son said he'd like a younger sister, and I thought we should start working on it.
- I agree. - You quickly calm down, a heat already building inside you, in anticipation of what Aemond has prepared for you.
R - Risk
The only risk you both took was sex before marriage. If your parents or the royal family found out, you would be banished from court and branded dishonorable and filthy.
Aemond promised you that no one would ever know, and he kept his word. He secured your marriage, and you will both take this secret to the grave.
- The first and only… - You whisper against your husband's lips before the kiss. That's exactly what you called him in private.
S - Stamina
If you haven't had sex in a while, you both usually can't last long. But more often than not, you run out of steam after the second or third orgasm, but Aemond is relentless.
Your dragon descends upon you again and again, making you beg and cry with pleasure.
- Come on, my love… One more orgasm for me, okay? - He whispers in your ear. - The last one, okay?
- You said that before… - You whine. - I'm tired…
- But she doesn't think so. - Your pussy betrays you, squeezing Aemond's cock in its wet clutches once again.
T - Toy
You used ties, temporarily blinding each other with them. Aemond likes to use a small whip when spanking you for misbehavior.
U - Unfair
He loves to torment you. Lying on the bed, naked and completely wet, you tremble and shake, desperately wanting release. But Aemond skillfully brings you to the very edge and then abruptly steps back, leaving you on the brink of madness. After such games, you cum violently and loudly, the minutes of such agony feeling like hours.
V - Volume
Aemond is a quiet person, but that changes in the bedroom. Besides praise and dirty talk (yes, he's very talkative), he loves to make noise.
You once mentioned that you liked his moans, and that information was put to good use.
What Aemond didn't expect was that he himself would enjoy being loud. Only with you, only for you.
W - Wild Card
Aemond is afraid of losing you. You were the first person who opened up to him, who wasn't afraid of his appearance and never made fun of him. The sweet, kind woman who was brought to him by the will of the Seven is now his greatest weakness.
Sometimes the prince has nightmares, and only your embrace and kisses can calm him upon awakening.
X - X-Ray
Just over 7 inches. Aemond's penis is just like him: the skin is light and soft, not too thick, but it feels heavy in your hand. It's a beautiful length, curved slightly upward, allowing him to touch all the right spots inside you.
Y - Yearning
Aemond skillfully conceals his carnal urges, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have them. Around you, his restraint weakens; the mere touch of his hand can cause him to flare up with obscene thoughts.
The passion hasn't waned over the years, and you're as drawn to each other as you were in your youth. Aemond adored you always, during your pregnancy and after, and he never gave you any reason to doubt his love and fidelity.
- Aemond… - The man unbuttons her dress. - Darling, we'll be late.
- I've been watching you get ready for too long, my love. I don't think anyone will mind if we're late.
- Your mother…
- I know. - He kisses the back of your head and presses his erection against your backside. - It's just dinner, nothing formal, and no one will notice…
Z - ZZZ
You always fall asleep first. Aemond loves nothing more than to hug you from behind and be the big spoon. His long arm wraps around you, holding you close, and sometimes he plays with your breast, gently squeezing the warm flesh.
You lean against him, feeling his hot breath on the top of your head, and relax, slowly drifting off to sleep.
- And what happened next? - You love it when Aemond tells you what he's read or learned that day; his deep voice lulls you.
pairing: priest!Jud Duplenticy x the priest's daughter!f!reader
warnings: +18 smut, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, oral, cream pie, priest kink, slowburn??
word count: 3,7k
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
It was interesting to watch Father Jud. So modest and quiet, he genuinely tried to help the parish, which made the trials your father subjected him to seem unfair.
Jud readily accepted everything the monsignor threw at him, never complaining, and you'd never seen him lose heart; he was always so sweet and polite to you.
So, finding him alone in a quiet corner of the garden was unusual. He sat hunched over, his head in his hands, his foot tapping a nervous rhythm known only to him.
- Am I disturbing you? - Considering how your father had behaved, being friendly with the new priest, it seemed right to you. What was wrong - your desire to stick your tongue in his mouth and leave a big red hickey right on his tattoo, so temptingly protruding from under his collar.
Jud shudders and then immediately composes himself, smiling and sitting up straighter on the bench. You mistake his actions for a permission and sit down next to him: the garden bench wasn't large, your thighs brushed against each other, and you felt a slight shiver from how hot he was, even through his clothes.
- What did he do this time?
- I don't know what you're talking about…
- Stop it. - You lightly nudge the priest with your shoulder. - I see what he's doing, I've known him my whole life. My father…
- Like the devil. - Jud finishes for you and immediately catches himself. - Sorry.
- That's right. - You can't help but chuckle. - I know, he's difficult… When I moved in with him, we could barely stand each other. Over time, everything got easier…
Jud nods and looks into the distance; There, a little further away, was a high stone wall covered in ivy. It looked sad now, though occasionally white flowers bloomed on it.
Not knowing what else to say to support him (and not make a fool of yourself next to someone you so desperately liked), you took his hand in yours and squeezed it gently.
Jud's hand was large and firm; you'd heard of his boxing past, his hands betrayed him a little. His skin was dry — everyone washed their faces with cold water in the mornings — but it felt pleasant to the touch.
The man squeezed your hand back, gently playing with your fingers. He was much larger than you, and it was thrilling to see him cover your entire hand with his own.
- Thank you… I… I'll try. - You sat like that for a while longer, holding hands in silence. You didn't know what thoughts were going through Jud's head, but you tried your best to remember this moment, which you would definitely recreate tonight in your bedroom.
You'll pray later. Right now, your thoughts were occupied only by sinful images, and your hands were moving over your own body.
Thanks to Jud, you knew yourself very well; no one had ever aroused such desire in you before.
Squeezing your breast with one hand, you played with your pussy with the other, smearing moisture across the folds. As soon as you closed your eyes and thought of the young priest, you became wet. Is this something worth mentioning in confession?
You bite your lip, penetrating yourself with a finger, imagining his hands. When Judrolls up the sleeves of your shirt, you almost lose consciousness.
You imagine him caressing your breasts, you desperately want to know what his lips taste like, how he kisses, and how strong his large, beautiful hands can grip.
A quiet sigh escapes your chest, and you curl your toes, feeling the release coming soon.
- Jud… - It sounded louder than it should have. And the fact that he was sleeping in the room across the wall from you made you freeze like a deer caught in headlights.
You lay motionless for a long time, afraid to even breathe. What if he heard you? What if he realized what exactly you were doing? Fear and shame enveloped you, but approaching the door was even more nerve-wracking.
You listened, but heard nothing. The hallway was quiet, and so was Jud's room.
Exhaling, you fell back onto the pillow and inhaled deeply. The cool air from the window made your nipples harden again, and you whined, fearfully returning to your dirty deed.
Even after you brought yourself to orgasm, you tried to remain silent, biting the pillow. The excitement and arousal, the fear of being caught, and the realization of your sin drove you to frenzy. Only God knows how much longer you can take…
- How much longer can I take… - Jud leaned his forehead against your door, he had been standing there since he heard you and until he was sure you had cum like a good girl.
In the morning, you were in no hurry to leave your room, not wanting to run into Jud. You weren't ready yet: you'd either blush, or even cry, or pounce on him like a wild cat.
The weather was wonderful, and you decided to take a long walk: from the church to the town and back through the high, picturesque hills. Nature was one of the main advantages of living here; you could always escape to a quiet place and think about your own thoughts.
When you returned, it was almost three o'clock; Martha would probably already be serving lunch; you'd need to grab something from the kitchen.
Jud appeared around the corner, carrying a large punching bag, the same one that used to hang in Samson's garage. You watched him go and waved when the priest finally noticed you.
He stopped and waved back, standing in the middle of the lawn for a few seconds, as if considering whether to approach, but then he just tightened his grip on the bag and walked away.
- Here you are. - Martha was in the kitchen, already busy with dinner. - Where have you been?
- Out for a walk. - You open the refrigerator and pull out a large platter of stuffed peppers.
- Since you've already started, would you be so kind as to take dinner for Jud? - Martha washes the dishes and watches as you almost drop your spoon. - He helped Samson unpack the garage today and didn't even eat.
- Where is he? - You start asking questions, trying to find a way to refuse.
- He took the punching bag; he wanted to hang it in the back garage. Exercise is good for the body, but I don't approve of such a brutal sport.
- It's just exercise equipment, Martha. Not a living person… - You transfer some of the food to a second plate. For Jud, you arrange it more carefully and use the prettiest fork.
It was better to end this now. I needed to find Jud, leave him some lunch, and leave. Without further ado, so as not to say anything unnecessary.
As you approached, you heard the sound of blows. One, two, three. Then two quick blows and a pause. And then it all started again.
Jud stood with his back to you, and you could admire him until he heard you. He was tall and trim, even his priestly robes didn't hide it. His shirt clung to his strong back, and he rolled up his sleeves.
- Knock-knock. - You approached, holding the plate in front of you, as if to answer the possible question of what you were doing here.
Jud turned and nodded silently. His heavy breathing was distant; it seemed he had been busy practicing his punches the whole time.
- You're serious here… - Receiving no answer, you approached, but the priest had already turned away and delivered another blow to the punching bag. - Martha asked me to bring you something to eat.
Jud is silent; you sense the tension between you, but you hesitate to ask, as if afraid you'll lose your temper and say something stupid.
- I don't know how to hit, I've never even tried. - Silence follows. - Maybe I should try? If I don't distract you…
- Honestly, you do. - You freeze at these words, tears welling up in your eyes, and you remain silent, afraid you'll burst into tears.
You carefully place the plate on the cleanest spot in the garage and curse yourself for caring. A lump forms in your throat, and you hurry to leave, to cry in your room and never go near Jud again, because you'll never be able to hate him.
A hot, slightly damp hand grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. Jud squeezes your hand, his thumb gently tracing a circle on your skin.
- I heard you last night.
- What? - You shoot him a startled look with your wide eyes, but quickly turn away. - I don't know what you mean.
- You know. - He doesn't let go; in fact, he moves closer. You feel his warmth, his body heated from the training. - You were touching yourself while thinking about me, weren't you?
- Are we in confession, Father? - You snap and try to pull away, but he turns you to face him.
- God sent me your father to test my patience. And you… You were sent as another test. A much more difficult one, to give in so easily…
- Jud, I don't understand…
- You have no idea what you do to me. You tempt me in literally everything. I can't find anything in you that would repel me, and that's even worse. I don't want to be a liar, especially not to you. I was thinking about you too.
He holds your hands, his gaze fixed on you, full of tenderness and pain. You raise your hand and touch his damp hair; the sound he makes when your fingers tangle in it is now your favorite.
You push Jud back slightly, pressing him against the table. A bead of sweat trickles down his strong neck, runs along the outline of the tattoo, and hides behind the collar of his shirt.
Unable to control yourself, you rise up on your toes and touch the hot skin with your tongue, drawing a long line down his neck, tracing the design.
- Oh God… - Jud grabs you by the waist.
- It's just me. - You smile at him and gently tug his dark hair back. - I would ride you right here… Would you like that?
- God will forgive me. - That's the last thing Jud said before crossing the line and kissing you.
His hands were everywhere, so large and warm, even through your clothes. Jud pulled you close, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other caressing your flushed cheek.
You shamelessly thrust your tongue into his mouth and almost rejoiced at the soft, sweet sounds this incredible priest made.
Jud leaned his hips on the table behind him, and you practically fell against him, your knee preventing him from escaping.
His slender fingers ran down your neck, stopping at your breast and squeezing the soft flesh, desperately searching for your hardened nipple.
A sudden noise made you jump apart. You looked around fearfully, but no one was there.
- A squirrel. - Jud pointed to the little animal, which had jumped into a rusty bucket of acorns.
And suddenly, shame washed over you. What are you doing, and how dare you drag him along with you? Is he thinking the same thing, or is his erection too distracting? It certainly distracts you; an impressive bulge is clearly visible through his black pants.
- Father Jud? - Martha's voice, so distant, somewhere on the lawn. - Father?
She approaches, and you hurry away without even glancing at the object of all your desires and deprivations.
You don't touch yourself tonight. Too ashamed, too afraid that Jud will hear you again. The places he'd touched still felt like they were burning, still remembered the weight of his strong palms.
You open the window and let in the cold air, hoping to come to your senses. It's almost three o'clock, and you still haven't closed your eyes. Is Jud asleep now?
For the umpteenth time, you resist the urge to go to him and talk. You understand yourself well enough by now; it would be impossible to resist anything more.
Something rustles and creaks outside the door, and you immediately close the window and move closer, trying not to breathe. Your hand automatically drops to the handle; you want to open the door, but fear still claws at your heart.
- Are you asleep? - Jud's hoarse voice sounds from just beyond the door; he was clearly standing right next to it.
- No… - You're standing on opposite sides of the door. Maybe you can talk normally through the barrier?
- Can I come in?
- Would you like to?
- You know I do… - The man sighs, and you imagine him rubbing his face with his hands, as he usually does when he's nervous. - But I want to know your answer.
- I was ready to give myself to you in the garage, Jud. - You chuckle nervously. - Do you think I act like this with every handsome man I see?
- So you think I'm handsome? - A pause. And then you both laugh, giggling quietly like children.
- Yes. - You exhale, gripping the doorknob tighter. - Yes, I think you're handsome. And yes, you can come in.
You throw the door open and can't stop your eyes: Jud towers over you in the doorway, wearing an oversized T-shirt, its collar stretched so wide you can see his beautiful collarbones and freckled shoulders.
You glance down, thanking heaven he's wearing pants. You feel yourself blushing and grab the hem of your T-shirt, just as big as Jud's, the only difference being that you were wearing only panties.
- I wanted… - Jud walks in and locks the door. - I wanted…
- What did you want?
- Well… I wanted to talk, originally. - The priest scratches the back of his head, and you watch his gaze dart over you; Jud looks into your eyes, then down to your lips, then lower, seeing your breasts, then your bare legs (for the first time, you didn't even allow yourself to wear shorts).
- And now? - Your mouth is dry, and you're standing so close together it feels like you're sharing a single breath.
- And now I'm thinking again about how much I want to kiss you. - Jud takes your hands in his. - When I look at you, I feel something. And I can't stop feeling these feelings…
You listen to him without blinking. His torment is understandable, and you share it. He shouldn't do this; faith must overcome lust because it's right.
- I so desperately want to taste you. - He leans toward you and inhales the scent of your loose hair. - I want to fulfill all your nightly fantasies. Tell me…
- God is stronger than me. - You squeeze his hands back. "He must be stronger than me…
You close your eyes and freeze; only when Jud's cold lips touched your cheek did you shudder. The man kissed your cheekbone, your forehead, lightly brushing his lips over your closed eyelids and lingering over yours.
- Please… - You don't know what you're asking. You want him so much it hurts, but you don't want him to hurt.
All doubts vanish with the kiss; Jud immediately thrusts his tongue into your mouth, as if biting you. You respond immediately, running your fingers through Jud's unruly curls.
He pushes you deeper into the room, and you sink onto the bed. Jud's hands slip under your T-shirt, caressing your warm, soft skin; you break out in goosebumps from such intimate touches.
You try to free the priest from his clothes and get more comfortable on the bed, spreading your legs and holding Jud close. You feel his arousal, his cock desperately wanting to escape the confines of his clothes, his body rubbing against your panty-covered pussy.
- You have no idea how many times I've sinned thinking about you. Every single day I thought about you, my body betrayed me every single time. - Jud leaves a chain of kisses around your neck, a wet trail of saliva glistening on your skin.
- Me too… - You shift beneath him, twisting your hips, remembering the things you used to do. - I always imagined it was you… As if you were touching me, as if it were your fingers fucking me.
Jud groans and lifts his shirt, immediately pressing his mouth to your breasts. His hands gently massage your breasts, pinching your nipples with his fingers or teeth; his eyes are closed, as if he's lost in ecstasy simply by caressing you.
You lower your own panties while the priest continues to play with your breasts. Jud bucks his hips, and you grab his ass, pulling his pants down and scratching his beautiful porcelain skin.
- I want you to fill me, Jud. Now… - You arch, feeling his cock touch you; it's so heavy and warm, and you whine, wanting to finally feel it properly.
Suddenly, Jud slides off your body and drops to his knees, spreading your legs wider. He carefully examines you and kisses you right at the epicenter of your arousal; you're completely wet, and Jud licks you with a wet slurp.
- Oh, God… - You lift your hips to meet the priest's mouth, and almost scream when his long finger penetrates you. - Jud!
- Hush, my dear, I don't want you to hurt. - Jud swirls his tongue around your clit, never taking his eyes off you, and another finger enters you. He moves his hand, and your pussy literally oozes around his fingers, and you thrust harder.
Jud sucks your sensitive flesh into his mouth, and you cover your mouth with your hand, feeling an approaching orgasm. You could never bring yourself to such a state on your own; Jud's hands and tongue made you lose yourself in sensation.
- I… I'm cumming, please! - You rub your pussy against the priest's face, and he readily accepts everything you give him, moaning softly as he feels you tremble from his actions.
You momentarily lose sight and hearing, exploding with orgasm. Jud looks at you, his whole face wet with your juices, smiling at you and leaning in for a kiss, which you willingly give.
- Let me… - You grab his cock, delighted by the reaction on the priest's face when you touch him.
- Not today, sweetheart. - Jud brushes the hair stuck to your forehead and settles above you. - You wanted me to fill you, didn't you?
Before you can respond, Jud enters you: only the head of his cock has penetrated, but you're already in rapture, pulling him closer.
You clearly feel every part of Jud as he slowly sinks in, squeezing you in his arms. He's big. Very, You prop yourself up on your elbows and kiss him; his soft, already warm lips muffle your moans.
- God… It feels so good. - You look down at where you were joined, the sinful sounds of your bodies arousing you even more, and you squeeze Jud's bicep, leaving marks with your nails.
- You're so tight and warm. - Jud's eyes close from the sensation. - I can't last long, you're so…
You both gasp at the first thrust. Jud clamps his teeth on your breast, leaving marks where no one will see. You squeeze harder, and he speeds up, bringing you both closer to your peak.
- Yes, more! - You play with your breasts, gently stroking your flesh. - Will you come inside me, Jud? I wish you were inside me forever.
You moan and bury your face in the priest's chest. Your own words sounded so dirty, but you became even more aroused.
- I adore you! Such a dirty girl behind the mask of beneficence… Only mine… - Jud fucked you fast and greedily, as if he were afraid you might disappear at any moment.
- Only yours, Father! Please, Jud, I want it so much… - You knew you were lost the moment Jud's fingers touched your clit, driving you to orgasm.
- Come on, honey, I'm almost there… Cum with me, I beg you, with me…
You couldn't take your eyes off each other, both exhausted and sweaty, you groaning hoarsely and screaming like a wounded animal, and only Jud's hands stopped you from waking everyone in the house.
At the moment of your orgasm, Jud was ready to die. You squeezed him so hard, your soft, hot walls milked him dry. The priest groaned hoarsely, and you covered his mouth with your hand. He immediately began licking and nibbling your fingers.
- Stay with me. - You didn't let go of Jud, and the man fell on top of you, his weight so pleasant, you never wanted to let him go, not for anything.
It's so hot inside you, you feel the last of your passion flowing out: Jud's sperm, along with your secretions. Jud thrusts a few more times and kisses you softly, covering every inch of you with caresses. You're silent, but the silence between you is no longer tense and feels calm and natural.
- Will you let me stay with you until morning? - Jud hugs you and presses closer.
- Of course, I'd be glad. Would you like to get comfortable?
Jud gets up and runs out the door. When he returns, he wipes you down with a warm, damp towel. You let him wash you, doing the same for him; the tenderness between you was obvious.
Jud stayed with you until dawn, holding you in his arms. In the morning, you'll discuss this situation and decide what to do. But for now, you can bask in the sweet bliss that no prayer can give.
warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, oral, fingering, unprotected, handjobs, creampies, pet name, secret relationship, fake relationship (with Aegon), angst, slowburn, drugs and alcohol references
Description: I've long wanted to visit the Targaryen country "castle", but going there as Aegon's girlfriend... A lie on the part of a friend led to many strange events, the key person of which was none other than Aemond Targaryen, the younger brother of my friends and the strangest guy in the world.
Prologue
- What did you say? - You almost knock the joint out of Aegon's hands. - Are you kidding?
- I panicked. - He shrugs. - Mom was so pressed, I was after a night of debauchery and… I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
- Idiot! - You clutch your head; getting involved with Aegon Targaryen was a big mistake.
You study with his sister. Helaena is the most beautiful and kindest creature in the world, you do botany assignments together, often hang out after classes. She introduced you to Aegon, who didn't show up on campus very often, preferring to have fun. That's how you became to friends, you started selling him weed and soon he became your regular and most insatiable customer.
You bonded over your love of cats (each Targaryen child had their own cat) and video games, sometimes smoking together and often running into each other in the city. And now you're friends, you cover for him in front of girls, help him with tests… And bring weed to his house.
- Well, what are you suggesting! You often come to our house, mom noticed.
- I study with your sister, did you not think about that?
- Please… - Aegon makes "puppy eyes". - It's only for a week, I beg you. Do you want me to pay you?
- Fuck you! But you owe me now, understand? - Aegon smiles as if he's stunned and nods to you. - I'm going.
- There's ginger beer in the fridge. - Aegon hugs you, surprisingly, but he always treated you like a friend and nothing more.
- I'll take two bottles, because you're an idiot. - You return the hug and head downstairs, calling yourself a cab.
The kitchen was cool and quiet, everyone was already asleep when Aegon let you in. Putting your phone away, you open the fridge and pull out a bottle of beer, almost dropping it when someone comes into view.
- Hello. - Aemond, sleepy and half naked, seemed to sneak up on you, you didn’t hear his footsteps.
- Hello. - You twirl the bottle in your hands, trying not to stare at him too obviously.
- Are you coming with us? - Aemond walks around you and gets milk from the fridge. His tone sounds casual, does he know that Aegon is a little liar?
- Oh, yeah. Aegon asked today… - You try to sound casual and take a sip of beer.
- So you’re his “girlfriend”. - Aemond makes quotes with his fingers and looks at you point-blank, he knows the truth.
- Since Aegon screwed up, we'll have to help him. We're friends… - Aemond is standing so close, you can feel the warmth of his body, he just got out of bed and didn't look like he usually does.
- Yeah… - He continues to look and you can't think of anything better than to hand him the bottle, silently offering him your drink.
Aemond takes the cold bottle and takes a sip, looking into your eyes. A small drop rolls down his neck, you see his Adam's apple moving and lick your lips.
The taxi's horn brings you to your senses, taking the bottle you mumble something like goodbye and fly out of the house, literally running along the white gravel path.
When you got into the car, your gaze fell on the bottle again. You hesitate for a second, then take another sip, unable to shake the thought that his lips had touched the cold glass neck too. It's going to be a tough week…
warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, oral, pet name, sex video, daddy kink
word count: 3,0k
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
The Dark Prince. You knew about him, of course, among the other men on the porn site he seemed different. He never shows his face, almost all the videos on the channel are filmed in the "solo" genre, and even his few partners never appeared in his videos twice.
So what should you think when you received a message from him with an offer to shoot a video together?
You yourself had fun on camera alone: you didn't have a boyfriend, and having sex with strangers in the studio was too much for you. Just a temporary job that helps you, a student, stay afloat.
Why did you agree? Why didn't you refuse or just ignore him? Probably, thoughts of his beautiful, pale and tattooed body influenced your opinion and you agreed to meet and work together.
Your "colleague" paid for your flight (of course, he is from the capital), a room in an expensive hotel and agreed to the day and time when you yourself would be ready.
- Hi. - You look up timidly and almost choke at his appearance. Everything you imagined, everything you fantasized about was not even close to true.
That long blond hair, those eyes. He was tall and thin, although you could see the relief of his muscles through his thin white shirt. It seemed he had recently taken a shower, droplets of water were visible on his bare, almost smooth chest.
- Hello. - His voice is confident, he is clearly not as nervous as you are. Against his background, you seem even shorter and the man glances at the soft pink dress you chose today.
- Hi… - Thoughts are swarming in your head, you feel yourself getting shamelessly wet, the thought that that very perfect dick is nearby intoxicated you like never before.
- Hi. - He grins and lets you into his room. You haven't seen such a room in his videos, it looked much more lived-in, as if he was here all the time. - How are you?
- Everything is fine. - The view outside the window was mesmerizing. - And you… Sorry, I don't know your name, I…
- Do you want to know my name? - You nod, afraid to anger him with this request, after all, you've only known each other for a short time. - My name is Aemond.
- Aemond. - You repeat, as if trying his name on your tongue. - Am I not allowed to use it?
- You shouldn't. - He chuckles quietly again. - I don't advertise it.
- Then why did you tell me? Do you know my name?
- Yes. I saw… The diploma on the wall. - Aymond takes a bottle of cola from the minibar and hands it to you. - Here. Don't be afraid, I don't bite… Unless you ask for it.
- The diploma?
- Yes, above your bed, next to the big flower. - Aymond thought about it. - Graduated with honors, huh?
A shiver runs down your spine. If he noticed, someone else might have too. How could you be so careless? The horror must have shown on your face, because Aemond starts talking again, and this time his tone is much softer.
- I don't think anyone else would have noticed. It's just that I… I used to watch that video of you in a bunny costume quite often, remember?
Of course you remember, you bought that costume before Halloween, made a video of it, and returned it to the store that same day. It was the first time you filmed yourself playing with your butt, and it's one of your most popular videos.
- I'll hide it. - You sit down next to Aemond and take the drink from his hands. The bottle was cold and sweaty, and Aemond's hand was so warm when your fingers touched the neck of the bottle.
- Too bad, I really like it. What do you think?
- I've watched your videos, and quite often, to be honest. You're beautiful.
- Not more beautiful than you, princess. - You've heard compliments before, but Aemond's words sent a shiver through you, a pleasant thrill from the realization that he actually thinks you're beautiful.
- And… What would you like to do? - You hadn't discussed it beforehand, and only now do you realize that it would be much easier to discuss it over text.
- I've been thinking about something for a long time… But you don't make videos with your boyfriend, and I don't know what you like.
- I don't have a boyfriend, but I get what you mean. - You take another sip from the bottle. - I guess I don't want my face to be seen… Anal, I don't think… Blowjob?
Aemond watches you flutter your long eyelashes innocently, fiddling with the hem of your short dress. You seem so innocent and somehow magically managed to convey it through the screen. That's why he chose you…
A large hand lands on your knee and squeezes the soft flesh, moving higher and higher. Aemond was so tall and big that you thought he could close you off from the world.
- I would be glad if you let me. - That look; you were ready to kneel right there and whisper "yes, daddy, please." - But first, your pleasure.
Aemond works quickly and precisely. He has already set up the light next to the bed, set up the camera. He also insisted that you stay in this dress.
Everything seems so normal when the camera starts recording. Everything feels right when Aemond squeezes your breast and kisses you so deeply and hungrily that you almost choke from the onslaught.
You fall on the bed on your back, Aemond turns you around so that the view of your wet pussy is the main one on the screen. His touches were confident and precise, it felt like he already knows you, knows how to touch you.
- Such a cute pink thing. - Aemond fidgets with the bow on the hem of the dress and lifts it to the waist, pushing aside the thin strip of underwear. - I'll take care of you, baby.
A hot mouth falls on your dripping pussy and you squirm, such caresses were unusual for you, because all the guys you met, more often than not, were too selfish for this.
- Oh god… - You press your hand to your mouth, but you moan louder when Aemond wraps his lips around your clit. - Please!
- I'm just getting started, baby. - Aemond holds your legs wide apart and begins another assault, intending to make you cum on his tongue. The thought that you must taste divine has been haunting him for months.
His nimble tongue penetrates you again and again, Aemond's thumb circling your clit, already swollen from kisses. You take two fingers at once without any problem, and you both moan as you feel how hard you clench.
A finger, then a second, penetrates, stretching your plush walls and causing only more whimpers. You were shamefully wet, soaking wet as soon as you saw him, but this… Is it possible to pass out from this? When your pussy is being licked by a man like Aemond, yeah, definitely.
- Let go, baby, let me taste you. - That growl-like cry pushes you over the edge and you break when Aemond's other hand squeezes your thigh, bruising it.
You've never been loud in bed, but no one has ever given you this much pleasure. Aemond doesn't let go of you for a second, devouring your orgasm with a hunger worthy of a starving man. His fingers slide in and out with a wet squelching sound that turns you on even more. You're like an animal in mating season, unable to think about anything but him and the way his cock is pressing into you through your jeans.
- Please, wait… - Your plump, wet, pulsating pussy was so sensitive, but the man kept licking you. - Daddy, please…
Aemond immediately looks up at you and you see the effect your words had. He seemed to get even more aroused, your whimpering and the fact that you continued to squeeze around Aemond's fingers did not help his calm either.
The man catches your palm and gently bites the thin skin of your hand, slippery fingers still moving inside and you no longer try to bring your legs together, knowing that it will not help against him.
- What do you want, baby?
- Fuck me, daddy. - You throw your leg over his strong shoulder and do not meet any resistance.
- Oh, baby… - Aemond buries his face in your chest. - Your dress is so beautiful.
You giggle, understanding why he asked to stay dressed. But what you do not know is Aemond's desire to undress you himself. It is like opening a gift that you have so long and desperately desired …
Aemond pulls the fabric of the dress, exposing your chest: hard pink nipples cannot help but attract his attention, the blond immediately circles one of them with his tongue, rolls it in his mouth and releases it with a loud "pop" made by his chiseled lips.
The man helps you sit up comfortably on the bed and you immediately open your mouth, wanting to feel his heavy taste on your tongue. With one hand you grab Aemond's strong thigh and with the other you pull the fabric of the dress even lower, something like a skirt hangs at the waist, you feel the juices of arousal flowing down the inside of your thighs.
Aemond pulls the zipper and you see him: as beautiful as you remember from all his videos, the head red and dripping, wanting to receive what you will gladly give him as many times as he says.
You swallow him as deep as you can and almost choke on the amount of saliva, this man turns you into an animal. You drool and move your head more actively, making the most indecent sounds. Aemond's long fingers bury themselves in your hair, gently massaging your scalp and pulling the soft strands so that they do not bother you and do not cover your face.
The sight of you sucking his cock, wrapping your beautiful lips around the shaft, the way you look into his eyes while licking the underside of his cock, excited him like nothing else.
- That look, baby. - His voice trembles slightly and breaks into a moan. - You look at me so innocently.
- Am I doing well, daddy? - A thread of saliva has formed between your mouth and Aemond's cock and you feel how the grip in your hair is getting stronger. - I'm trying, but you're big…
He really is bigger than all the cocks you've ever handled. Even on video, you've used small or medium-sized toys. But it was impossible to swallow Aemond whole, you squeeze his balls and suck on the head, continuing to circle it with your tongue.
- Such a good girl. - Aemond literally growls, catching the pace and moving more confidently. - You'll let daddy fuck that magic throat, right?
Your hand involuntarily reaches between your legs, the pulsation is so strong that it hurts. There's a pull in your groin and you touch yourself, smearing the lube and looking for at least some release.
Aemond penetrates deeper, sees how you inhale through your nose and continues to fuck you in the mouth, wiping away your tears with his thumb. You feel the stretch, it becomes difficult to breathe, but you exhale through your nose and choke on the cock, continuing to play with your pussy.
- I was distracted for a minute… - Aemond's voice is hoarse, his cock twitches in your mouth and he pulls away. - I didn't tell you to touch yourself, right?
- Daddy… - It's so hard to take your hand away, especially when he's looking at you, his gaze does not bode well. This man will ruin you.
He throws you down on the bed, face down, ass up in the air, Aemond pulls off your dress and you're left with only your shoes, with little white bows. A heavy slap lands on your ass and you gasp from the burning sensation on your skin.
- No one but me can touch this pussy. - Aemond's other hand grabs you from below. His palm is big enough to cover your entire cunt. - Do you understand?
- Yes, daddy… - You lift your ass higher, still hoping that he will stop teasing and just fuck you the way you want.
- Repeat. - A tone that will not tolerate an argument, impossible to disobey.
- No one but you can touch… this pussy… Please! - Tears flow from your eyes, because Aemond's nimble fingers have been touching you all this time where it was wet and hot. For him, because of him…
- And now we will reinforce this lesson. - You feel how he rubs against you, collecting your secretions and lubricating his cock. You smile slightly, noting that he cares about your comfort.
This thought leaves you as soon as Aemond fills you with one strong movement, right now he did not tease you and just took everything in one movement.
The sticky walls adjust to its shape, as if you memorize its outline. It is so heavy and hot, the angle allowed the Dark Prince to penetrate so deeply, at first you only roll your eyes, your ears seem to be blocked.
Somewhere in the distance you hear a groan, it is your own voice, so high… The man hits your round ass again to bring you to your senses and immediately begins to move.
You scream and wiggle your hips, feel like you are going to die now. But it's not death, it's an orgasm that hits you suddenly and hard, you feel yourself sucking Aemond into you, he moans long and hard, but doesn't stop fucking you, his balls slapping against you, he moved so fast, as if he was really hammering a lesson into you about whose you are now…
Still shaking, you suddenly feel light and find yourself on your back, Aemond, slightly flushed, with disheveled hair, looks at you, moving his cock with his big hand. You spread your legs and take him into your arms.
Aemond holds your legs, setting a precise rhythm and plunging into you with almost hypnotic awe. He catches your face by the chin, you hold his gaze, he doesn't break away from you for a second.
- Are you going to give daddy another one, baby? - He leans down and showers your breasts with light kisses. - Squeeze me one more time and I'll give you what you need?
- Cum on my tits? - Aemond kisses you and changes the angle slightly, your ass literally hanging off the bed, Aemond above you, fucking you like it's the last time. What a beautiful view on camera, you suppose. The thought of it drives you on and you leave kisses and bites on Aemond's thin neck. Your pussy clenches, he feels that you're almost there…
- Come on, princess. You take me so well… - His voice breaks, he's close.
Aemond rubs your clit with his thumb and kisses you again. Not a single moan escapes, he'll swallow them all, not letting you go until you're ready.
He's still hard inside you when he slides out and sits on your right side. You immediately open your mouth and smile invitingly, your hands automatically reach for your chest, you pinch your nipples and wriggle.
It only takes a minute for Aemond to cum, sperm lands on your chest and stomach, moans and tries not to close his eyes, continuing to slide his gaze over you.
You lick a few drops and smile at him. Aemond leans down and kisses your forehead.
- Can I get a close-up? - You just nod and stay on the bed.
The man takes the camera from the tripod and comes to you. Your face is out of frame, he focuses on your tits and the cum dripping down you. You play with your breasts a little when Aemond changes the angle and your pulsating pussy is right in the frame, the man catches your gaze and smiles, receiving another nod.
He runs his finger along the entrance, pinches the clit with two fingers, you giggle, but spread your legs wider. He penetrates again with his fingers, pulling out a couple more wet slaps; pulling out his fingers, he slaps your pubis and ends the recording.
You are still lying on the bed when he brings a warm towel and washes off the traces of your passion. Silently, you let him do it, using the opportunity to examine him up close once more. Aemond does everything good and carefully, he is too experienced.
The sudden urge to touch him overcame common sense and your palm ended up on Aemond's cheek. He looked up and you stared at each other for a few seconds, you were the first to reach out to him and innocently, quickly and lightly, touched his lips.
- I felt good… - You don't know why you're even saying this.
- Me too. - He smiled and leaned into your touch. - Do you want to take a shower? And then we can… go to lunch if you want.
You agreed, you spent a couple more hours together, Aemond promised to send you the final version of the video before publishing it, so that you could check everything and approve it.
As promised, you hid the video that Aemond had mentioned, but sent it to him, writing in the message "since you like it so much, you can be the only one who has it xx"
That same day, Aemond sent you video and you were pleasantly surprised. Everything looks really good, and this is your first sex video with another person.
As soon as you finished watching, another message came from Aemond.
“How about we always make videos together? And I would also be happy to take you on a date”
warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, oral (m for f), pet name, friends to lovers
word count: 3,3k
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
- Come on, pie, it's your turn. - Aegon nudges you with his shoulder and nods at the bottle in the center of the room.
You don't remember how a noisy party at the Targaryen family home (while their parents are away, of course) turned into a quiet game of spin the bottle.
It seems like almost everyone you know is there. Aegon is on your left, Helaena is next to him. Baela and Rhaena are giggling among themselves, glancing at Luke, who has clearly been preparing for this party and trying to look good. Jace, Cassandra and Floris, their faces are already mixed from the alcohol they've consumed.
- Okay. - You rub your palms, they're sweaty as hell. Your skin slides over the soft fabric of the dress you bought the day before. It was too short, too tight and too expensive.
- I suggest we raise the stakes! - Aegon holds up the half-empty bottle of gin, into which he's poured a little tonic. - How about a game? Seven minutes in heaven?
The crowd roared and hooted at the suggestion, and you felt your palms growing damp again. You shot your friend a "what the hell are you doing?" look, but Aegon, pretending not to notice, pushed you forward again.
Seeing no other choice, you spun the wine bottle and waited dreadfully for its decision. Would you be lucky with your "friend" in the game, or would it be business as usual?
You hoped the bottle would choose Aegon. Then you could just chat in the back room and finish off that bottle of expensive gin that he would hardly part with, even for a game.
You hoped the bottle would choose Helayna. She was so sweet that seven minutes with her would be nothing but a pleasure. You would ask her to teach you how to make flowers out of the napkins the girl had been spinning all evening.
You hoped the bottle would choose Luke. He was a nice boy, you had taken art class together in high school. You could imagine kissing him; someone sweet and innocent, just like him.
You hoped the bottle would choose anyone but...
When the bottle's neck pointed directly at Aemond, your ears popped, but you could still hear Aegon's giggling "lucky you."
Aemond (what the hell was he doing here and why did he even decide to play?) silently got up and headed for the cabinet built under the large spiral staircase in the mansion's hall.
You stood up and followed him silently. You must have looked sad, because Reyna had sent you a message:
"If something goes wrong, you can always leave."
You looked up from the screen and met Aemond's eyes. He gallantly lets you in and locks the door behind you. Someone turns on the music, guaranteeing you privacy. The game has begun.
- I don't want to talk to you. - You sit down on a box and start examining your nails, which Helaina spent an hour doing.
Seven minutes in the utility room with your best friend, what could be easier? But are you friends now, after all these fights?
- Then I will talk. - He comes closer and you hold your breath. - You look so good in green.
- What are you saying? - Aemond only chuckles at your words and squeezes a long lock of your hair between his fingers, as if checking if it is real.
- I was rude to you, I'm sorry. Alys... - He falls silent, seeing how you cringe at the mention of her. - I talked to her, I think it will not hurt us...
- Talk?
- Breakup. - Your eyes meet again, you can't believe he's being honest. Rivers was a bad influence on him, separating you with constant bickering and lies about you and your relationship with your childhood friend.
- Good. I think it'll do you good.
- Us. - Aemond squeezes your hands, your heart clenching at the sight of his serious and sad face.
- Yeah. Friend. - You playfully punch him in the shoulder, but the Targaryen intercepts your hand, your fist turning into an open palm very quickly, and you almost groan when Aemond kisses the thin skin on your wrist.
- I was such an idiot. Hit me the next time I dare not choose you.
You want to answer him, but Aemond impulsively hugs you and buries his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of perfume and shower gel.
You are enveloped in the smell of mint and tobacco, which Aemond uses for rolling their own cigarettes. It is something so familiar and beloved that you relax out of habit, not believing that you are together again after a month of silence.
- I will remember this at your wedding. - You try to joke again, but Targaryen breaks away from you and gently squeezes your cheeks in his large hands.
- I am completely serious... Friend. - And at that moment his warm lips cover yours.
Your head is spinning and you do not know from what: either from the alcohol, or from the intoxicating kiss that you did not even imagine in your fantasies.
Aemond grabs your cheek with his hand and comes even closer, a groan escapes from his lips and fades in the grip of your kiss when you open your lips.
- Is this... Basil? - He pulls away, and you seem to need a second to focus. - Your lip balm.
- I think so. And green tea.
- That's... Nice. - Aemond licks his lips and smiles at you. - Can I kiss you?
- That's something you should ask before your first kiss, silly. - You run your fingers through his long blond locks that have escaped his bun. - That is, Alys is no longer...
- Alys is no longer here. - Aemond takes your hand in his and puts it to his chest. - I have denied the obvious for too long. Why am I friends with you?
- I take great notes and always carry your favorite gum with me. - You start bending your fingers.
- Come on. - He interrupts you. - You are the most energetic and creative person in my circle. You are embarrassed of yourself, not suspecting how wonderful you are. Especially in this dress... You are kind to me and my family, it is easier for me to think and do things with you. I... I love you.
These words have been spinning in your head for a long time, so when they finally sounded out loud, you were not even surprised. Of course, this is love. You were always there, helping with friends and homework, you learned to swim and play polo together. Even after school, you ended up in the same university, in related programs.
A scene pops into your head where Aemond feeds you hot soup and apologizes every minute, because in order to give him the books he needed for his studies, you drove across the entire city, got caught in the rain and got sick.
And when you had no one to go dancing with, he overcame his dislike of crowds and loud music and went with you. All evening Aemond was nice to everyone around him and only you knew how hard it was for him.
- I love you. - No more words sound, Aemond kisses you again and you respond faster than last time. And much more willingly.
You seem to be burning in his arms, but at the same time your skin is covered in goosebumps. Aemond hangs over you, as if closing you off from the world with his impressive figure. His legs spread themselves and he is already impermissibly close to you, and his skillful tongue squirms in your throat.
The music fades and you break the kiss first, glancing warily at the door. Aemond makes a sound you would describe as a "disappointed chuckle" and turns around.
- Seven minutes up, lovebirds. - You see Aegon's cheerful and even more drunken face and Helaena's worried face behind you. - How are you doing?
- We're leaving. - Aemond takes your hand and you jump off the crate, the difference in your heights becoming even more noticeable.
- It seems to have gone well, huh, little brother? - Aegon pokes his brother in the chest and chuckles. - Bless you, my children.
You go upstairs and you honestly don't think about why until the door to the youngest Targaryen's bedchamber closes behind you.
You look around as if you've never been here before, but today everything is different. You are distracted from this thought by the kiss that Aemond left on your exposed neck.
- I wanted to take you away from everyone as soon as I saw you. You have no idea how beautiful you are. - You close your eyes at another kiss. - I have to buy you another green dress.
- Well, I can't refuse. - You hug Aemond by the neck and reach for a kiss yourself, accepting the rules of this game. The Targaryen hugs you, his large palms sliding over the material of the dress and lifting the hem up.
- I've been pushing this thought away for so long... - Aemond looks straight into your eyes. - Wanting your friend is wrong, right?
- Depends on the situation. What do you do when your friend wants it too? - You jump out of your shoes and reach for the thin laces on your back when you are stopped.
- I myself. - You lower your hands silently, Aemond doesn't look like he's joking.
You find yourself with your back to him again, trembling with impatience. Aemond's fingers straighten out the bow, then the knot that you've fastened very tightly and you feel the fabric slide over your body, exposing you more and more.
A green puddle has formed around your legs, you hear Aemond sigh, seeing the lack of a bra on you. You cover your chest and turn to face him, feeling the obvious wetness on the thin lace of your panties.
- Don't hide from me. - You smile, these are the very words you told him when your wonderful Aemond lost an eye in a terrible childhood fight with his nephew.
You lower your hands and the Targaryen's eyes greedily explore your chest, as if he is afraid to touch you. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to...
- It's so weird... We used to be able to hug without embarrassment, you stayed at my place...
- I didn't think about it like I do now. If I had my way, I would have devoured you already. - With these words, Aemond pushes you onto the bed and hangs over you, the fact that he is still fully dressed makes you even more embarrassed.
You've been friends for as long as you can remember. And all these years, you shared your preferences in love and sex with each other. You knew everything about each of Aemond's girlfriends (there weren't many), except for Alys Rivers, who appeared so suddenly and separated you so quickly.
All your dates were also always discussed in detail over a cup of tea (or something stronger). Aemond knew exactly what you needed, and now he was going to brazenly use this information.
You pull the black sweater off him, reaching for a kiss again. It all feels so right, as if you had done this many times before.
Aemond closes his lips on your neck, moving down, muttering under his breath in High Valyrian, the dead language he's learning beyond the curriculum.
Kissing your senses ticular nipple, Aemond blows on it, looking up at you with a wicked smile. You wriggle under him and spread your legs, letting him come closer, you have never wanted someone so much.
Your skin is covered in goosebumps from the feather-light fingers of your lover, who has already gone down to the edge of your underwear and is playing with the small white bow in the front.
- Please, Aemond, touch me more... - You allow yourself to say whatever comes into your head, and Aemond seems to like it. - I need you.
- Where do you need me, baby? - He is already playing with you through your panties, but does not go further, driving you crazy.
- Here. - You shamelessly cover his hand with yours, increasing the pressure. - It hurts.
You really are squeezing so hard around the void that it hurts, the hot walls are pulling and you whine louder, forcing Aemond to caress you more intensely.
- Here? - He pushes aside the material soaked in your juices and penetrates inside with one finger, they are so long that you cringe slightly from the suddenness of the invasion. - Did it hurt?
- No... - You quickly get used to it and sit down on the finger yourself, demanding more. - Just a little more.
- I always knew you were greedy, so to be so... I will have to take up your education.
Everything inside you turns over from these words, as if he makes a promise that this will happen again, and most likely more than once.
Rising up on your elbows, you can see how his thin fingers move back and forth, plunging into you with a squelching sound. You tremble as the rough pad of his thumb rests on your clit, lightly playing with it, not allowing you to relax.
- It's like you're sucking me in, baby. - Aemond curves his fingers, touching the furthest places and hitting that rough spot inside, making you curl your toes.
- Oh, my God! - You lean back, unable to watch as Aemond pulls your underwear off and settles between your legs, licking greedily.
- It's just me, baby. - Your open mouth refuses on your wet folds and you stop thinking. Aemond greedily and methodically eats you out, never stopping the movement of his fingers. - Do you think you deserve an orgasm? What did you call me during our last fight?
You moan and jerk your head, as if refuting his words. All you wanted now was to cum on his beautiful hand that fucks you so well.
- Right... You called me a donkey, remember?
- N-no... No, please, I'm so close... Aemond! - You scream from the sudden movement, you're almost at the edge.
- You don't remember? - His chiseled chin and lips were in your juices when he looked away and looked at you. - I think for this I'll leave you like this...
- Aemond, I didn't mean to. Please... - Tears are flowing from your eyes, you really need this release.
- Only because you ask me so well, kitten. - He presses his lips to you again and you involuntarily throw your hips up, getting lost in your euphoria.
You are shaking, your muscles are contracting and you feel your own smell. Aemond carefully licks you until you calm down in his hands. He kisses you just below your belly button and ends up on top, completely naked and ready.
You didn't notice when he undressed, and it takes a few seconds for your eyes to focus. Aemon smiles at you, seeing how disheveled and contented you are.
- I'm not done with you yet, baby. - Aemon easily flips you over onto your stomach.
You rise up onto your elbows, sticking your ass out for his greedy gaze. Aemon's large hands squeeze your ass cheeks and spread them apart, his large head teasing at the entrance.
- Will you let me take you like this? - Aemon leans down to you. - I checked after Alys, everything is fine.
- I haven't been with anyone since... - Your friend knew about your bad breakup. - I'd be happy if you fucked me without a condom.
Aemond groans at your dirty words and kisses the top of your head before pushing inside. God, his cock is big, you hiss from the unfamiliar stretch and expose yourself to your lover's gentle touches.
- You take me so damn well, baby. - Targaryen slowly picks up the pace, holding your hip with one hand and squeezing the hair at the back of your head with the other.
You throw your head back, getting even wetter from the sounds of his slender hips hitting your ass. Aemond enters all the way, panting in your ear and squeezing you everywhere, as if trying to keep you close.
You fall chest first onto the bed, feeling another orgasm. Targaryen pushes against your hips, fucking you fast and hard, as if he's angry. The sounds he makes make you drip onto the sheets, and you feel like the dirtiest, and at the same time, most desirable woman in the world.
You bite into something with your teeth, it's Aemond's college sweatshirt. You moan even louder, the knowledge that you're desperate for your best friend's cock turns you on even more.
- Yeah, keep squeezing me, bird. I can feel you… - Your ass literally bounces with every movement, and you slide your hand to your clit, stimulating yourself even more.
Aemond fucks you hard and fast, like he's mad. The second orgasm hits you hard, you clench and twitch, a wave of goosebumps runs across your skin and you finally fall apart with a long moan.
- The most wonderful ass I have ever seen. - Aemond almost slips out of you, but does not leave you completely. - I noticed this when you started doing yoga.
- Aemond... - You whine from stimulation, your eyes are slightly dark after the orgasm, but the desire was still strong, you are ready to take everything he decides to give you.
- You are so good to me, baby. - Targaryen leaves light kisses along your spine. - Little minx, let me fill this beautiful pussy...
You whine again and bounce slightly on the bed. Aemond squeezes your buttocks painfully, the sight of them bouncing in front of him drove him crazy.
- I bet you'd let me fuck you in that beautiful ass. - Aemond resumes his movements. - I'd love to mark you in every way possible...
- Please, Aemond! - Every nerve in your body was strained to the limit, you stretched out like an arrow, greedily absorbing the man's hard length and the wet sounds you made for Aemond. Only for Aemond.
- What do you want, sweetheart? - Targaryen's voice trembled slightly, his hips jerked more and more erratically, he was close.
- Cum inside me, please... - You turn around and do not look away anymore, trying to memorize every feature of his ecstasy. - I need it so much...
The blonde lets out a hoarse growl and hammers you into the bed, muttering something under his breath. Your voice was hoarse, but you continued to whisper dirty things to Aemond about how much you wanted to belong to him.
- Avy jorrelan. - You know what that means, you helped Aemond learn Valyrian and managed to memorize a few things.
- And I love you. - And at that moment Aemond cums, plunging into you and filling you with hot seed. You feel him pulsate inside you and moan in bliss.
Aemond carefully slips out of you, and while you were trying to catch your breath, he went to the bathroom. You heard the sound of water, and then a wet cloth touched you, Aemond cleaned up the mess you made, carefully wiped the cum off you and lay down next to you.
- We need to shower. - You twirl a long blond strand of his hair around your finger.
- Yes, but later. - Targaryen scoops you up into his arms and hugs you. - Just a little bit more...
- I won't run away from you. - You giggle, getting comfortable.
- Now you definitely won't run away. - Aemond kisses the top of your head and you hear the sound of his heartbeat, his deep breathing and you feel completely at peace.
warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, angry sex, oral (m for f), reader is Laris Stronge daughter
word count: 1,4k
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
- He's like a snake that's been stepped on. - The doors to the Small Council close and you lean back against them.
Aemond is still sitting at the head of the table, where his brother had been just a few days ago, staring at you.
As always, you feel unsure and nervous under his gaze. That's what attracted you to him; few could make you lose your cool.
- What did you tell him?
- What i had to say. - He evades the question and looks away. An unpleasant chill runs down the back of your neck, a sure sign that something is wrong.
- That's not an answer. - You move around the chamber, the only sound being the rustle of your dress. Aemond says nothing more, only watches you, as if expecting an attack to come.
- I asked him to send for my grandfather. - Aemond lets you take a glass from the table. - I will appoint him Hand again.
- Interesting... - You take a sip. - Dornish wine?
A quiet "uh-huh" was your answer and you take another sip, usually your father did not allow you to drink undiluted wine, emphasizing the importance of maintaining a sober mind.
- And what about my father?
- He is still on the Council... For now.
- And?
- What else do you want to hear? - Targaryen smiles, an insolent smirk twisting his thin lips. - Did you really think that because I fuck you, I would curry favor with your slippery father?
- How dare you speak to me like that?
- I am the prince regent now, it is you who behave inappropriately, barging in here and starting arguments you cannot win.
You spill the contents of the glass, scarlet droplets of wine running down Aemond face and doublet, he closes his good eye. You are not ashamed, it was you who helped him get to where he is now. You deserve respect.
- I am not a mare, my prince! And do not forget about the friends who were with you from the very beginning. Especially since sex...
Aemond pays you with your coin. You knew that you brought him out and were ready, the wine flies past you and ends up on the floor, in the place from which you dodged.
- Missed! - You rejoice like a child, and, leaving the glass on the edge of the table, head for the exit.
You hear footsteps behind you, Aemond can easily catch up with you and press you to the table, you hit the hard edge painfully with your hips and hiss with anger.
- How can such an intelligent woman behave like a little child? - The prince's hand is already entangled in your hair, painfully pulling out the hairpins and hairpins. - Didn't I explain your situation to you well enough? Didn't your father teach you how to behave properly? How can he be a good Hand?
You remain silent, clutching the cold edge of the table with your hands and hissing again when Aemond yanks your hair hard, urging you to raise your head.
- Tell me, sweet girl, is your father worthy of this place? - Gods, he bent you down right next to the place of the Hand, not long ago the smartest men sat at this table, and now...
- Let me explain again. - Targaryen lifts the skirts of your dress and runs his long fingers between your thighs.
- Aemond... - A sharp slap on your ass silenced you. - My prince, please...
No one had ever had power over you, even your father was not perceived as a strong figure. But Aemond Targaryen... He seemed to radiate confidence and authority, everything in his image spoke of it and could not help but attract.
The ladies of the court whispered about the prince's scar and his coldness (he did not court the ladies, never danced), despite his status and royal blood, Aemond was not an enviable groom.
Just as the daughter of Laris Strong was not an enviable bride. Your character and the reputation of your house did not play into your hands and so far you have not received a single worthy proposal of marriage. And, having met Aemond Targaryen, you gave yourself to him without hesitation as soon as he asked. To be under his protection, not to think about anything and just take his beautiful member...
- Now are you behaving well? - Another slap falls on your thigh. - I'm afraid if I forgive you right away, you'll continue to behave like a little naughty girl.
Aemond's hands caress your thighs, spread your buttocks and tease the most intimate parts of your body, the places that were now shamelessly exposed to him.
- My sweet girl... - You hear him kneel behind you, and before you can say anything, the prince's hands are replaced by his tongue.
You cover your mouth with your hand, hoping that the guards outside don't hear you. A warm tongue slides along the wet entrance and flicks the plump and needy clitoris. Aemond's hands spread your buttocks further, forcing your legs wider and penetrates you with his tongue.
The prince's handsome nose rests against your pearl and each of his movements gives off a pleasant tremor in your body. The peak grows quickly and you can't hold back a groan of disappointment when Aemond's mouth leaves you.
Two long fingers replace the prince's tongue and he immediately picks up a fast and rough pace, enjoying your sobs and the quiet squelching of your cunt.
- Aemond, please... - You barely get used to the stretching, when the blond prince deprives you of this pleasure. - My king, please!
You can't hold back a scream, because Aemond fills you with a sweeping movement, and, without giving you a second, begins to move.
You hit the table, your hands slide on the cold tabletop, and the tight corset prevents you from breathing normally, but all this seems insignificant at the moment when the prince regent's cock touches that very place inside you again and again.
- Don't stop! - You breathe heavily, lowering your hot cheek onto the cold table. Your hips rise and Aemond penetrates deeper, hoarsely moaning behind your back.
- You like it, right? To be my dirty little whore... - Your pussy clenches even tighter at the words, the way he talks to you lecherously with his perfect voice stirring something dark inside you. - What would your father say about you?
- Don't you dare. - You slap the prince's hands that are clutching your waist. - Now is not the time!
- I'm fucking Larys Strong's daughter in the Small Council chamber after I failed to appoint him Hand. - Aemond slows down slightly. - Now seems like the time.
You push yourself down on him, pushing your hips back. The tension in your body is unbearable and you feel your pussy tremble and suck on the Targaryen's cock harder.
Aemond continues to whisper something, but you can’t focus, overwhelmed by the orgasm that crashed over you like a tsunami.
You gasp for air, all the muscles in your body relax and you scream from the intense stimulation, because Aemond is not done with you yet.
Holding you with one hand, he finds your clit with the other and continues to caress you, chasing his release. It didn’t take him long, so tightly you squeezed him with your hot and tender walls.
- Fuck! - Targaryen leaves your body and spills onto your thighs, red from his grip.
The prince never cum inside, not wanting to burden you both with unwanted children. You took moon tea, but you appreciated this caution in your lover’s behavior.
- I hope we will not return to this conversation anymore. - Aemond kisses your nape and inhales the scent of your long hair.
- I suppose so. - You lean against the man's broad chest. - Is this from your bride?
There was a scroll on the table with the seal of House Baratheon. You knew that Aemond was bound by duty and his flight to Storm's End was no fun, but it was one thing to know about it, and quite another to welcome a daughter of House Baratheon here in the castle.
- Do we have to discuss this now? - Aemond dresses and carefully adjusts your dress.
- Will your future wife not mind that you have me? - You couldn't bring yourself to say "mistress."
- Frankly, I don't care. - Aemond's grip regains its former strength. - If you wish to discuss this matter, I think we will be more comfortable in my chambers.
You may not have been able to improve your father's position, but you seem to have found a cozy place for yourself.
warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, lactation kink, cream pie
word count: 1,7k
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
The rustling of ancient tome pages breaks the silence of the room, merging with the crackling of logs in the fireplace. Night has long since come into its own, but Aemond is in no hurry to go to sleep, studying chapter after chapter, practicing his High Valyrian. The dinner that the maid brought a few hours ago has already cooled and remained untouched.
A loud clap of thunder tears the prince from his thoughts and he belatedly realizes that it was the roar of Vhagar, hungry for flight. But even this noise did not prevent the Targaryen's sensitive hearing from catching something else. The door?
- I told you not to disturb me. - Without turning his head, Aemond returns to the book, bending even lower than before.
- Yes, I was told your words, but I thought that you would make an exception for me... Husband.
Your voice penetrates the prince's head like a sweet melody and he straightens up in his chair. Quiet footsteps are heard behind you, you came barefoot, probably just got out of bed, again not finding your husband nearby.
A light scent of cinnamon and lily fills the space around Aemond and he enjoys the elusive warmth that your presence gives him. His wife... His sweet wife, always so kind to him, always reasonable in public and burning with passion next to him. And only next to him.
- Will you allow me to stay here? - Aemond nods and you find yourself in the chair opposite, straightening out a large sleeping robe for your figure. The blue fabric was decorated with silver threads that formed silhouettes of large and small fish.
- The colors of your house suit you. - A white nightgown was visible from under the robe, the thin lace clung to your chest so seductively that the prince had to make an effort to look away.
- My home is now the Targaryen house. - You smile at each other. - Are you going to sleep tonight?
- It was in the plans. - Aemond shrugs and picks up another book.
- Sounds promising. - You roll your eyes and put your feet up on the chair, like a child. - We haven't been together for so long, since...
It's been half a year since your son was born, maternal cares have not left you, while Aemond was busy with state affairs and only occasionally saw you and your boy.
The maester recommended waiting with intimacy, you needed rest after a long and rather difficult birth. Every day, looking at yourself in the mirror, you could not help but regret your beauty, which now seemed to have faded.
You couldn't help but worry about your marriage: Aemond was so rarely around, and Aegon, on the contrary, hung around more than usual, throwing his barbed remarks at his brother.
- Do you still love me? - Aemond's violet eye immediately pierces you. - If you don't love me anymore, then just tell me not to expect what is not available to me.
Targaryen rises from his seat and kneels before you, clasping your small and cold palms in his large ones.
- No one will ever make me abandon you and you know it. I swore to love you and I love you, do you remember?
Even before the ceremony in the sept, Aemond swore to you, his bride, his love and fidelity. He himself chose you among all and never regretted his choice, it is unlikely that there was a more suitable woman.
- I remember, but...
- No "but", my love. - Aymond touches your hair, which falls in a thick cascade over your shoulders. - And I do not want to hear doubts.
You wanted to download something else, but the prince kisses you, as if deliberately cutting off the paths of retreat. You grab his beautiful face and kiss him back.
It was as if for the first time: Aymond kissed you with passion, pressing closer and closer, your lips seemed to tingle from the intensity of his closeness. His warm tongue slid into your mouth and any doubts in his words disappeared. He touched you as always, gently and lovingly.
You leaned back, the hard back of the chair did not allow you to fall, when Aymond, standing between your legs, opened the heavy robe. The nightgown, the object of his attention, hugged your tender body so beautifully, not hiding you from her husband's gaze. Aymond's gaze slides from the bottom up and immediately notices two wet spots on your chest, milk was still flowing.
- You are so beautiful... - Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Aemond rolls up your shirt to your waist and pulls you closer. - My beautiful, beloved wife.
A wet kiss to the epicenter of your arousal makes you shudder, you squeeze the wooden arms of the chair and slightly lift your hips. Aemond immediately grabs you under the buttocks and presses closer, burying his tongue in your swollen and needy clitoris.
Slowly, he runs two fingers along the wet folds and slightly stretches you, without stopping the movement of his tongue. You play with his blond hair and almost purr from the sensations, you did not hope for this in the morning.
- I will fill you again, dear wife. - Aemond moves his fingers faster, smirking at the squelching sound that your aching cunt makes. - If I could, I would stay inside you forever.
- Aymond, please... - His words spurred you on, your husband's praise always gave you confidence. - I...
- Cum for me, wife. - Aymond doesn't take his eyes off you, continuing to fuck you with his fingers and lazily swirl his tongue over you. - I'll catch you, my love...
Your eyes close on their own, as if a bucket of water had been poured over you: your breath caught, and your limbs were shackled by a sweet spasm. You involuntarily press yourself against your husband, not at all embarrassed by the fact that you are literally rubbing your wet, hot pussy against his face.
Aymond doesn't show any displeasure, he continues to caress you until you calm down in his arms. He doesn't miss the fact that your breasts continue to flow with milk and have almost completely wet your nightgown.
- You are amazing. - Aymond licks his lips and lifts himself up so that your faces are level, the fabric of his pants rubs against your still sensitive pussy and you gasp, pulling him closer. - My beloved. Mother of my child.
Aymond's hand slides along your thigh, feeling how you tremble, but you do not shy away from his hand, trustingly accepting the caress. Aymond cannot help but walk over his favorite places: your hair and shoulders, your plump and heavy with milk and desire breasts, your thin ankles.
- Please, husband, make me a mother again. - You move your hips, leaving wet spots on your spouse's clothes.
Aymond lowers his pants just enough to expose his already erect member. He is still kneeling in front of you and pulls you so that he can comfortably settle between your plush thighs.
You feel his heat, dripping onto Aemond's cock and taking it easily as he fills you in one smooth motion. It's so tight and hot inside that the prince freezes and closes his eyes, trying not to cum right then and there.
You whine and squirm beneath him, but Aemond doesn't move, watching you with a cheeky smirk. He always loved to see what desire did to his sweet, kind wife.
- Aemond, why are you... - You huff angrily, pushing your unruly hair out of your face. - Please, let me...
- You will have everything you want, my dear. In time... - Aemond runs a finger over your lips and you immediately grab him, sucking the finger into your mouth. - So needy...
- Kostilus... Kostilus, valzȳrys... - The words come out of your mouth surprisingly easily, you have long studied High Valyrian, wanting to communicate with your husband in the language of his ancestors.
You see the effect your words have on him: Aemond's healthy eye darkens even more, he licks his lips and falls to your breast, biting and kissing the tender flesh, still wet with milk.
His tongue collects the droplets and finds a hot, swollen nipple, absorbing the milk and easing the pain in you're full tits.
- Gods. - You pull your husband closer, running your fingers through his blond locks. - Aemond, please...
The prince pulls away from you and settles himself more comfortably, distributing his weight on his elbows. You grip his strong forearms and shift, taking him even deeper.
A rough growl escapes your husband's mouth, he catches a fast rhythm, filling you so perfectly that you were ready to cry with pleasure. A white ring gathered at the base of his cock, demonstrating your desire.
- My sweet wife. - The fact that Aemond could speak so smoothly amazed you. - My beautiful, sweet wife, the most beautiful woman in the world. Fuck!
Aemond penetrates especially deep and you close your eyes, feeling how he hits the right spot again and again, pushing you to the edge.
- Aemond, I... just a little more, kostilus... - Targaryen fucks you, the chair creaks under you and you fall over the edge when Aemond's thumb touches your clit.
- Yes, that's it, my girl, cum on my cock, show me how much you want me. - The grip on your hips tightens and you only accept what your husband gives you. Your pussy pulses along Targaryen's length, as if sucking all the seed out of him.
- I love you... - Your whisper does not go unnoticed, and Aemond cums, crushing your lips in a greedy kiss.
Sweat covers your body and your legs ache slightly from the awkward position, but the unique feeling of fullness and satisfaction overpowered all the inconveniences.
- Wait. - You stop your husband, not allowing him to leave your body. - Stay.
Aemond slowly softens inside you, feeling the fruits of your love flow out of you. Slipping out, he pushes his seed into you with his finger, catching your quiet sighs.
- Don't you dare think again that I don't love you. - Aemond grabs your chin and turns your face to him. - You are all I have and I will never, do you hear me, never betray you.
You wipe a drop of milk from your husband's chin and smile tenderly at him, accepting Aemond into your arms.
- And I love you, my dragon. - The warmth of this closeness calmed your heart, which had been gripped by fear for the past few months.
warnings: +18 smut, virginity loss, p in v, dirty talk, masturbation, oral (m for f), creampie
word count: 2,5k
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
All mothers say that choosing a profitable match is extremely important for any lady. Your mother always said that strong love is built on friendship and mutual respect between people. You believed that marriage is not as important as many people think and always called yourself different, unable to become a victim of this system.
- You’re so beautiful... - The words that escaped Benedict’s lips make you tremble in his arms. - I am the happiest men in the world, my love.
This evening you agreed to his proposal to marry him. When you first met Benedict Bridgerton at the ball last season, you never thought it would go this far. At first you saw him as a pleasant companion and a strong figure who could protect you from annoying gentlemen.
Once upon a time, the mere thought of a man touching you caused an unpleasant shiver. And now you are lewdly clinging to Benedict and reaching out for another kiss, wanting to get as much as possible.
- Little greedy thing... - Benedict bites your earlobe. - You have no idea how many things I would like to do with you, but we won’t do that today.
- Why? - You’re breathing heavily, your chest is heaving, the skin that’s not covered by the fabric of your dress is a little red. - I want you, Benedict.
A muffled moan reaches your ears and you feel the weight of his desire through the fabric of your clothes, Bridgerton presses against your thigh, shamefully rubbing himself against you.
You saw ancient statues and paintings, looked at the drawings in your father’s medical atlases, but you still felt unprepared for what nature gave you.
- You are teasing me. - Benedict’s lips find yours again and you shamelessly allow him to penetrate your mouth with his tongue, his beautiful hand wrapping around the back of your head and pulling you closer. - How about an engagement gift, my dear?
You just nod vigorously, unable to say a word. Benedict smiles, accepting your answer, and, taking your hand, leads you a little deeper into the garden labyrinth, where no one will see you.
Finding a beautiful carved shop in a dark corner, Bridgerton plops down in the middle and pulls you towards him. You, holding your dress, sit on top of him, your pussy squeezing at the feeling of his strong and warm thigh, which twitched slightly and sent sparks to the very center of your arousal.
- Show me how much you want... I must to see... - You look into the man’s eyes and believe that he needs it. He appears ill: he is breathing deeply, his hair is tousled, and his vest is unbuttoned. He looks at you with dark and shiny eyes, moving his worried gaze over your face.
- What do I need to do? - You knew that Benedict is clearly much more experienced in this matter. Your words sent a jolt of excitement through Benedict’s already hard cock, you looked so innocent and slutty at the same time.
He helps you lift up all your skirts and get rid of your underwear, with a slow movement he sits you back on his thigh and you moan, feeling the thick fabric of your pants with your naked pussy.
-You can ride me, honey. Fuck yourself on my leg. - Your body seems to know what needs to be done and you move your hips immediately, clinging your sore clitoris to your trousers. - Oh, my girl...
Benedict wraps one arm around your waist, the other holding your hip and helping you catch the pace. Your thighs quickly begin to burn from the unusual position, but you cannot stop, looking into the face of your beloved man, who caught your every breath and moan.
- Nice job on hips, miss. - Benedict smiles and lifts the dress higher, exposing your most intimate parts to the cold evening air.
- God, I... - You feel a familiar feeling inside, you’ve already experienced this before, the same feeling appeared when you touched yourself at night.
Knowing how good it will be, you speed up and moan from the tension throughout your body. Benedict watches where your bodies touch, your juices staining his pants, but he doesn't care; you moan and squirm on him in the dark corner of the garden, but he doesn’t care; he's ready to cum in his pants at any moment, but he doesn't care.
- The Lord will forgive me for this weakness, right, my girl? - Benedict reaches out and touches your clit terribly slowly, watching your beautiful eyes widen. - You are the most beautiful sin that one can succumb to.
The feeling of someone else's hand is completely different: Benedict touches you lightly and carefully, studying you. His fingers are much thicker and longer than yours, and they flutter as quickly as when he draws. The thought that you are like his creation only excites you even more.
- God, what are you doing to me? - Benedict accelerates the movement on the clitoris and you scream, the echo of your scream will forever remain in this garden labyrinth.
What are you doing with it? You're now chasing your orgasm, rubbing yourself on the thigh of someone who isn't even your husband yet, nearly naked and so loud you'd think you wanted to get caught. And Benedict asks what are you doing with him? What is this man doing to you?!
- Please... - You don’t know what you’re asking for, only squeezing Benedict’s shoulders tighter.
-Are you close? - He leans forward and wraps both arms around you. -Cum for me, darling. Cum on my leg, show me.
You whimper and suddenly freeze for a second, only to shudder in the next moment and several more times run your womb dripping with lubricant over the expensive fabric, the stains on which cannot be unnoticed.
- It was... - You open your eyes and still see flashes before your eyes. This is much stronger than the times when you touched yourself; Next to Benedict you are like an exposed nerve, sensitive to everything in the world.
- Magical. - The man kisses you on the corner of your lips, takes you off his leg and straightens your outfit. -You did so well, my girl.
You giggle, hiding your red face from embarrassment and excitement on Benedict’s shoulder. He holds you in his arms and gently strokes you until you stop shaking.
- When I did it myself, the feelings were different... - You look at the stars, playing with your gloved fingers with Benedict’s fingers.
- Did you do it yourself? - You hear the smile in his voice. - Mrs. Bridgerton, you surprise me. On our wedding night you will show me everything, understand?
- You can’t imagine how amazing you look now. - You hear Benedict as if from under water, you’re so carried away.
Having promised you that you would show him how you played with yourself, he wasn’t joking at all. As soon as your husband undressed you in what is now your shared bedroom, he remembered his words and now you are lying naked on the large bed and caressing your slippery folds, allowing Benedict to see absolutely everything.
- Fuck! - You squeeze your bare chest. The orgasm is so close and you intend to catch it, after such an exhausting and long day, you wanted to get a release as quickly as possible.
- My dear wife is angry... - Benedict licks his lips and crawls closer to you. - This is unacceptable.
Grabbing your hips, Benedict slams into your wet pussy and hums lowly, caressing you so intensely that you don’t even have time to warn him and cum on the man’s face so hard that your toes involuntarily curl.
- I didn’t even have time to really touch you. - The man chuckles, collecting droplets of your excitement on his finger. - You are so sensitive, my dear, tempting you will be a real pleasure.
- No, please, I want it so much... - You almost choke on your saliva, afraid that Benedict will really decide to mock you.
- Don't worry so much. - He ends up on top and deftly spreads your legs with his knee. When did he take off his clothes? You wanted to do it yourself, but it seems like you really lost track of time. - Today I will make you mine, we will have time to play another day, right?
You hug your husband with all your limbs and raise your hips, not at all afraid of what is about to happen. The maids and married friends shared some details, but the overall image was still a little blurry. You knew only one thing for sure: you have never wanted to do this with anyone more than now with Benedict Bridgerton, your new husband.
- You may be hurt, my love. I don’t... - Benedict leans on his elbows. - I won’t be able to take this pain for myself, but I promise that this won’t happen again.
You nod as if you completely understood what he was talking about, and Benedict, trying not to frighten you with the expectation, thrusts his hips forward, penetrating almost completely inside. Your nails dig into his thin skin on his shoulders, you squeeze your whole body, only then realizing that it would be easier to relax.
-Are you okay? - Benedict freezes the moment you look up at him again. He haven't seen eyes full of love and tenderness more than yours.
- Everything is fine, just a little unpleasant. - You exhale through your nose and completely relax. - Are you in pain?
There was sweat on Benedict's forehead, he hadn't moved since he was inside you. You run your hand through his soft hair and the man reaches for your touch and moans softly.
- Not at all. - He places a light kiss on your forehead and moves his pelvis slightly. - It’s so nice inside you that I’m afraid I won’t last long.
The meaning of his words, like many other words that described the relationship between a man and a woman, was not entirely clear to you, but the tone in which he spoke to you made you tremble.
- Ooo! - You squeeze Benedict and he can’t help but sigh with pleasure. - You will destroy me.
You pull your husband to you and kiss him passionately, repeating the movements with your tongue that you managed to remember during the many kisses that you shared before.
- Tell me if it hurts, okay? - He will receive confirmation from you, Benedict makes several shallow thrusts and you both feel how your velvet walls stretch, letting the man in deeper.
- You can move faster. - You catch your husband’s gaze and move closer to his movements. It’s like a wave that energetically but gently washes you, the sandy shore, from all sides. - Please make me yours, Benedict.
These words and your big innocent eyes made Bridgerton growl with desire, he increases the speed, penetrating into you faster and faster, touching more and more new points.
You hear your bodies touching wet slaps and groan dully, feeling something familiar and at the same time completely unknown. You never ended up with something (or someone) inside.
- Benedict, I...
- It's okay, my love. Just let go, I'm holding you. - You look into his eyes until they close with pleasure. Squeezing Benedict's cock felt amazing, you could feel your pussy literally singing around him and trying to milk him for every last drop.
- Please! Forgive me, fill me, I want more... - You push the sticky hair out of your face and spread your legs wider, allowing your husband to rub your clitoris with his free hand.
- Yes? - Benedict doesn’t stop, wanting to give you the most wonderful first time he could ever have. - Do you want me to fill you, sweet girl? Do you want to give birth to my child?
- More than anything else, please... - You meow and squeeze your chest, trying to ease this overwhelming tension. - I want to cum so bad!
- Come on baby, get my dick wet. - These dirty words made your pussy clench again and this moment became your death. The wave engulfed you, knocking you off balance until you lost your vision. You scream and squeeze Benedict so tightly that marks from your nails will probably appear on his shoulders.
Before you have time to recover from this state, Benedict picks you up and puts you on all fours, eagerly examining the view in front of him. Your plump and wet pussy throbbed invitingly in front of him and the man was not ready to retreat.
Leaning forward, he wraps his lips around your bud and sucks on the hot flesh. You suddenly kick and only slam your sweet pussy harder into the man’s face. He takes your ass, holding you and spreading your buttocks to the sides, plays with you with his tongue and you make a new batch of indecent sounds.
- The most beautiful woman in the world. - Benedict changes position and enters you from behind, immediately picking up a wild pace. You feel his balls slapping against your thighs, Benedict penetrates you with loud pops, your leaking pussy wets him every minute, easing the friction.
- Benedict, this is so good... - Saliva dripping onto the expensive sheets, you pressed your face against the cool fabric and only accepted your husband’s large cock, which moved behind you at an unrelenting pace.
- I'll cum inside you, my dear. I will fill you with my seed... - Ben grabs you by the throat and forces you up, his hand continues to move down. - Right here.
He wraps his large hand around you and rubs your clit again, catching your pathetic whimpers in his kiss. You jump up and down in anticipation, wanting to get everything he promises you. You want everything!
- You’ll be swollen with my baby, and when your beautiful pussy is rested, I’ll fuck another baby inside you. I will fuck you every day, wherever you want. Would you like it?
- Y-yes, please.
- That's right, my little slut. Only mine! - Ben squeezes your waist tighter, you feel that his thrusts are not so accurate and fast, he was close. - Come on, sweetie, take it all like a good girl.
Warm cum coats you from the inside, you hear the squelching sound with which Ben continued to take you, pushing the cum back inside.
You fall face first into the bed, your ass left in the air and you feel the remnants of your passion running down your leg. Benedict strokes your back and helps you sit down on the bed, remaining next to you.
- When can we do this again? - And again you look at Benedict with your huge eyes, batting your eyelashes as if you weren’t just screaming under him like a whore, ready to let Bridgerton fill you in any way he wants.
- I will need a little time. - Ben laughs, playing with your thin hand. - We have the whole night ahead of us, and I still have so much to show you.
- My cousin told me that I can put you in my mouth. Will you let me?
- God! - Benedict ends up on top of you and kisses you. - You're just a treasure.
warnings: +18 smut, threesome, p in v, oral (f for m and m for f), cumshot
word count: 1,7k
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
- She won’t come... - Art looks at the ceiling.
- Why do you think so? - Patrick smiled, but seemed no less nervous. - Are you afraid that she didn’t like you?
A quiet knock on the door. Then another one, a little more confident. Both athletes rush out of their seats and quickly get dressed. When they finally opened the door for you, they were both breathing heavily.
- Did I distract you two from something? - You straighten Art’s blond curls and walk into the room.
- We just... We were waiting for you.
- I get it. - You sit down on the edge of the bed, noticing that they pushed them together. - Very nice room.
Patrick called you, you met at a party. You, ambitious and active, barely out of junior age, attracted everyone’s attention with your white dress.
Art treated you to a cigarette, Patrick brought you beer and you didn’t notice how you gave these two all your attention. And this is exactly what you planned to do today.
- Will you have a drink? - A cold bottle of cider, foggy and wet, ends up in your hands and you immediately take two large sips.
- What are your plans? - Art sits down next to you and you hand him the bottle. -Have you decided how you will entertain me, boys?
- There are a couple of options. - Patrick sits on the floor in front of you. - But...
- But?
- I don’t think all of us are ready. - You catch his gaze, it slides over Art’s figure and you yourself fix your gaze on Donaldson.
- What are you talking about? - You frown, seeing how Art is slightly nervous under your gaze.
- Our babyboy wasn’t... Well, you know... - Patrick smiles, seeing his friend’s embarrassment.
- So what? - You take the bottle from Art’s hands and hold the touch, playing with his fingers. - I don’t see a problem with that, especially when he’s such a cutie.
Art’s ears turn red and you want to spoil this innocent baby even more, who, as intuition tells you, is full of passion and desire.
- We can show him how to do it. - Patrick is already stroking your bare knee, you know why you are here and Zweig clearly did not intend to waste time.
- I think it’s easier to learn in practice. - Art finally looks into your eyes and you can’t help but smile at him, you liked him much more than Patrick and you wouldn’t mind being alone with him at all.
The guys are silent and you take the first step, taking everything into your own hands. Handing the bottle to Patrick, you quickly sit on top of Art and giggle when he grabs your hips, holding you close to him.
- You hold me so tightly. - You kiss the man on the nose and move your hips, watching his pupils dilate. - Tell me the truth, Art...
You could haven't asked, he could never lie to you. Especially when you sit on him, hug him by the neck and are not at all embarrassed by the fact that his dick is already resting against your clothed pussy.
- I want you so much. Is it true. - Art strokes your back. - But I really wasn’t with someone... There are three of us.
- Don't worry. - You kiss him on the corner of his lips. - I will be near.
He really hopes so, Art wants to be as close to you as possible. Now he regrets wearing the T-shirt; he wants you to feel him.
- You won’t be offended by me, will you? - You bat your eyes and look sweetly at Patrick. - You can sit here for now, you will see everything very well.
Patrick doesn’t object and sits down next to you, not taking his eyes off you. You kiss Art, moan into his mouth from the taste of the gum that was just recently in his mouth and raise your hips again, catching his boner hidden by his underpants.
Art answers you, pulls you closer and moves his hips towards you, thrusting into you with a precise rhythm and with that amount of despair that only spurred you on more.
You hear Patrick quietly grumbling and puffing next to you, opening your eyes, you see that he has already grabbed himself and is not at all embarrassed to touch himself in front of you.
- We won't need this. - You pull off your top and grab Art’s T-shirt. - So what about you?
You wink at Patrick and he, without wasting any time, undresses completely, brazenly sitting on the bed. He is big and looks better without clothes: not too pumped up, flexible and strong, he looks at you with greed, wanting to be in the place of his friend.
Art places kisses on your neck, squeezing your breasts, glad you weren’t wearing a bra. You whimper, your nipples already hard and Art’s movements as he slowly licks your breasts cause a tingling sensation between your legs.
You stand up and pull down Donaldson’s underwear, freeing his dick. The head turned red, you smeared the droplets that appeared at the tip and earned a pitiful moan.
- My poor baby. - You coo, moving the fabric of your underwear under your skirt. - You really need a release, right?
- Please. - Art himself doesn’t know what exactly he’s asking for, but he doesn’t intend to let you go.
You spit on your palm and pump the tennis player’s penis a couple of times. There's a wet spot on your underwear, but no one notices because the next moment you rise up and impale yourself on Art in one motion.
The stretch burns your muscles and you hiss with pain and pleasure. The sight of Art gasping with pleasure flatters you and you pull him into another kiss.
- Shit... - Patrick attracts your attention and you reach out your hand, wanting to touch him too.
He crawls closer and now you are already holding him by the balls. Your pussy quivers around Art's cock, and Patrick's tongue rules your mouth. You move your hand more actively and the guy moves his hips towards your gentle palm.
You raise your ass and fall back onto that perfect cock, clutching the other one in your hand. You hear squelching sounds when you touch Art, you spit on your palm again and jerk Patrick off with renewed energy.
-You look so hot, baby. - Patrick squeezes your tits, twists one of your nipples and reaches hand down, spreading your folds and touching your clitoris.
You squeak and speed up, Art moaning loudly from how hard you’re squeezing him.
- I wanna cum... - You look into Patrick’s eyes as you say this and he lets out an obscenely loud moan. - Please.
Your long, neatly manicured fingers play with his balls, with your other hand you touch yourself and rub your clitoris, chasing an orgasm.
Art enters you harder and harder, he caught the right pace and each thrust ended with a precise blow to your spongy spot. Everything swims before your eyes and you open your mouth, you feel saliva running down your chin and dripping onto your bare tits.
You stick out your tongue and guide Patrick’s pulsating length into your mouth. He groans again and grabs your hair, holding you down, carefully and gently.
Art, watching this, feels his balls tightening, he needs to cum, he desperately wants it. But your pleasure is much more important and the man only squeezes your hips harder.
You move your head, taking all of Patrick, your throat taking him in so perfectly that it’s even strange. The member twitches and you suck it in harder, and after a moment you feel hot sperm flowing down your throat.
Patrick moans, tugs at your hair, and mutters something in post-orgasmic ecstasy. You move your head a couple more times and release the dick from your mouth with a loud, wet pop.
Your pussy tightens more and more and you fall apart on Art’s dick, mewling and rolling your eyes. Art wanted to cum inside you, he was almost ready when Patrick pulled you off of him and threw you onto your back.
You, flushed and out of breath, don’t even try to close your legs when Patrick falls to your wet folds with his mouth. His beard is slightly scratchy, but the strong grip on your hips does not allow you to dodge these caresses.
-Are you going to sit like this or what? - He throws it over his shoulder and Art is immediately next to him, you extend your hand to him and open your mouth again, ready to accept everything he gives you.
Patrick rubs his nose against your sensitive clitoris, his hot tongue penetrates inside and you squirm, rising on your elbows and swallowing Art’s still wildly hard cock.
- You are so beautiful, so kind to me... - Art strokes your head, whispers sweet nothings. His eyes are closed, his lips are red, and his hair is flying in different directions. He looks beautiful and you almost cum just looking at him while Patrick fucks you with two fingers.
You lick the underside of Art’s cock, squeezing his in you're small hand. The sensations are so pleasant that it seems as if it was all a dream.
-Will you cum for me, baby? - Patrick lifts his tongue from your clitoris and moves his fingers more actively, your pussy squishes with excitement, you feel yourself dripping onto his hand like the last whore.
- Yes, yes, yes, please! - You fall on the bed, releasing Art from your mouth and he immediately hugs himself, caressing your body with his eyes.
Patrick doesn't stop and you come again, squinting from the force of the stimulation. Art watches his friend eat you out and can’t look away.
- Can I?... - You nod and squeeze your chest, bringing it closer. Art whimpers and spills onto your chest, white droplets now decorating your neck and tits.
And only when Art lets go of his dick does Patrick stop, only caressing your quivering pussy a couple of times.
- Everything is fine? - Art sounds hoarse, he is still standing next to you.
- It couldn't have been better. - You pick up a couple of drops and lick them off your fingers. - I need a shower. Who will carry me?
Patrick, who was still holding your hips, pulls you closer and rises to his feet. You wrap your arms around his waist, feeling that he seems intent on continuing the party.
- Let's go to. - You manage to put your hand on Art’s shoulder. - Rub my back.
warnings: 18+ smut, slowburn???, p in v, oral (m for f), dirty talk
word count: 4.1k
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
- Perfect. - You smile when you feel the familiar taste, violet and burnt sugar. - Sanji, you are a god!
The cook is embarrassed by your praise and smiles back. Today he gave you a tasting of what he prepared based on your childhood story.
Once upon a time, when you had not yet left your island, you ate your mother’s violet cake almost every day. This is the taste of childhood and you have never been able to find something similar.
But Sanji... Oh, Sanji. He listened to you, all the memories that remained after you watched your mother in the kitchen and created an ideal.
- I tried, honey. - Sanji watches you pick up the sugar flower with a fork and put it in your mouth, the cook swallows nervously, seeing how your beautiful lips close on the delicacy.
Yes, he loved to cook. He loves obstacles and immediately decided that he had to try to make this cake. But there was a much greater meaning in you, only for your sake Sanji suffered in the kitchen for eight attempts.
- Your mother is obviously a great cook, this turned out to be a little difficult.
You are silent, continuing to eat a piece of cake. You need to have time to eat your portion before Luffy flies into the kitchen, demolishing everything in his path and eating everything that gets into his mouth.
- It's perfect. - You put down your fork and collect the remaining cream from the plate. - Do you want?
You extend your finger and Sanji, without hesitation for a second, wraps his lips around your finger, lightly biting the pad of your finger, and licks off the remaining sweetness.
- Really... Perfect. - You look into each other’s eyes and you are ready to cross the line and fall into the arms of this wonderful, kind and caring man.
- DINNER! - The captain bursts into the kitchen and almost demolishes the bench you were sitting on.
- Luffy, calm down a little. - Sanji gives his friend a stern look. - There are ladies here.
- Sorry, ladies. I'm just really hungry. - The captain down next to you, with Nami supporting you on the other side.
- I have to go, I want to work a little more. - Sanji watches you go and only then begins to fill the plates with food.
- What's wrong with her? Did I offend her? - Luffy is clearly puzzled.
- Shut up and eat. - Nami hands him a spoon. - They will figure it out themselves.
You carefully put the constellation on paper and again lean towards the telescope; today the sky is surprisingly clear and you decided to take advantage of this opportunity.
- Why you are awake?
- The sky is just a fairy tale, I can sleep tomorrow. - You turn around and feel your heart skip a beat at the sight of Sanji holding a tray of tea and cake.
- I decided to support your strength. - He puts the tray on the table. - I saved another portion for you.
- Thank you. - You accept the cup from the cook’s hands and are touched by him.
At first, you considered Sanji to be an ordinary ladies' man who just flirted with everyone, but over time his attention became more and more focused on you and you were able to discern a much deeper personality in him.
- Beautiful, right? - The stars shine brightly and beckon.
- Yes very. - You return Sanji’s gaze, he is looking at you. He talk about the sky, right?
- I... You're embarrassing me.
- I like to embarrass you, honey. - He smiles again like a seducer, but his eyes... So honest and sad, they cannot lie to you. They couldn't even if they wanted to.
- Sanji... Do you want... - You are silent for just a second. - Do you want a piece?
You hand him the cake on a fork and the cook takes it with pleasure. So you feed him, trying to find the right words, not wanting to destroy what has already been born between you.
- What do you mean you like to embarrass me?
- You are very cutely embarrassed, your ears turn red and give you away.
- They give what?
- That you like me. - The silence becomes deafening. Sanji is still smiling, but your frightened and naive heart sees a mockery in this smile.
You twirl the fork in your hands, unable to find anything to say. Sanji's smile fades and he hesitates, realizing that he did something wrong.
- Sorry. - The cook gets up, but you take his hand.
- N-no, wait... You're right, I like you. Very much. - Sanji wanted to say something, but you put your finger to his lips. - You are so talented and skillful. So... Handsome and funny, you always know what needs to be said, few people know how to help correctly. You...
Sanji takes your hand away and the next moment his lips are on yours and you almost fall from his pressure.
You press your hips against the bulwark and wrap your arms around the man’s neck, kissing him back. Sanji squeezes your cheeks, deepens the kiss and you feel his knee between your legs.
- Let me, honey. - He picks you up and sits you on the side. - You are so sweet.
You kiss the words and you feel dizzy from everything that is happening. The cool night air is cold on bare skin, but Sanji's body is so warm, even hot.
- It's like you're on fire. - You touch Sanji's forehead. - Everything is fine?
- It couldn’t be better, my sweet. - The blonde leans lower and touches your neck with his lips, causing a herd of goosebumps. - I like you too, more than you can imagine. I'm burning just thinking about you.
You throw your head back and watch the sky, where the stars shine so brightly. Sanji's hands lightly massage your shoulders and you involuntarily groan, your back is suffering a lot due to constant work with maps and a telescope.
- Do you want me to fuck you? - You want to laugh, it seems to you that Sanji is only teasing you, but the laughter gets stuck in your throat at the sight of the man.
He looks at you very seriously, waiting for an answer. He wants to hear it from you so that you can weigh everything. That look says he will stop if you want him to.
- Yes, I want you to take me. - There was no need to repeat, Sanji kneels down and lifts your dress, you sit in front of him on the side of the deck with the hem raised and legs apart, the sea wind caresses your legs.
- Everything must be perfect... For you. - The blonde touches you through your underwear, with one finger, just playing. The chef's lips kiss on each knee and hurry higher, along the inner thigh.
Sanji's fingers are squeezing your hips, marks will clearly be left on the flesh, but no one will see them except your cute cook.
A wet kiss remains close to the most intimate and you squeeze the wood of the bulwark tighter, hoping not to fall into the water.
- Sanji...
- I have to take care of you, honey, because we want it to be pleasant for both of us, right?
You grip the man's blond hair, and close you're eyes. Sanji returns to what he was doing and moves the fabric of his underwear slightly, exposing you to him.
- You shine with moisture, sweetie. - Sanji licks his lips and presses his mouth to you, collecting moisture with his tongue.
You shudder from the sudden and intense caress, arching your back, exposing yourself to Sanji’s skillful and soft hands.
His warm tongue touches the clitoris and circles it, changing the degree of pressure from time to time. The cook's fingers spread your labia, he strokes your slit with his finger and hums with satisfaction.
- Please, Sanji. - He penetrates you with his finger and you moan, you haven’t been with anyone for a long time and it takes time to get used to the invasion.
- God, you're so tight, baby. You've never been fucked properly, have you? - You whine at the depravity of his words and move your hips closer, causing Sanji to laugh hoarsely. - I'll take care of you.
He returns his mouth to where he needs it most, and his finger begins to move inside, pleasure and embarrassment overflowing from the wet sounds you make.
The pleasure grows, you almost don’t notice when a second finger is placed inside, followed by a third. Sanji keeps the rhythm so persistently that your toes curl in pleasure.
A particularly strong wave hits the side of the ship and at the same moment a wave of pleasure covers you, Sanji doesn’t stop, burying his face between your thighs, which only prolongs the orgasm.
Sanji's arms save you from falling; he hugs you tightly, lovingly pressing you to his chest. You bury your face in his neck and inhale the aroma of cigarettes, spices and something sweet.
- My hero. - You smile at this salvation. - You're even better than I thought. You are ideal.
- Don't waste your words, sweetie. We're not done yet.
Sanji helps you down from the railing and turns you around, his strong chest brushing against your back. You look at the waves, feeling the laundry leave your body.
Sanji pulls off his panties and puts them in his pants pocket. The skirt of your dress is in his hands again, he grips the soft fabric and lifts it up, exposing your ass.
- Right here?
- Everyone is sleeping, don't worry. - Sanji kisses the back of your head, you feel him inhaling the scent from your hair and skin.
I don’t want to argue, it already hurts inside, because you’re clenching around the emptiness and desperately wanting to be filled.
The sound of lightning is heard, you feel Sanji's hips with your hips, he presses against you, his hot and hard cock rubs against you, but you cannot touch it, because the blonde pressed your hands to the side, not allowing you to act freely.
You move your hips, grinding against him like a little slut, but right now you're not the least bit ashamed.
- Patience, honey. - Sanji moves away for a second and you feel his wet head, which rests against you, and then penetrates inside, stretching and filling until your muscles throb.
- Sanji... - That's all that comes out of your lips. Never before have you felt so full, so horny and needy.
- Give me a sec. - The man rests his forehead between your shoulder blades. - You’re so hot and tight, I’m afraid I won’t last long.
You rise up onto your toes, and, having decided something for yourself, you lift one leg and lower it onto the side, changing the angle and taking Sanji even deeper.
- Baby, damn. - The grip on your hips intensifies, you just smile.
With one hand you gather your dress at your waist, giving Sanji easier access to your ass, and with the other you caress your breasts through the thin fabric.
Sanji squeezes your buttocks and suddenly hits the hot skin, causing you to whine pitifully. The way he took you right on the deck, stretched out and opened like the last whore, could not help but excite you, you flowed onto his hard penis.
- Yes, that's it, baby, wet my dick properly. - The wet slaps of your bodies and your quiet moans broke the silence of this warm night.
Beads of sweat are running down your back, your hair is stuck to your temples and neck, you are tense to the limit, a little more and you will be thrown over the edge of pleasure.
Sanji’s hand squeezes your throat, easily runs along your collarbone, outlines your chest and moves lower, deftly moving between the folds of the fabric of your dress.
- Come on, honey, I can feel you... - He pinches your clit between two fingers, the friction and your wetness do their job, you feel a familiar spasm and don’t even try to stop yourself as you arch, exposing your wet pussy closer to Sanji.
Your hands squeeze the wood of the ship until it hurts, but it helps you stay in place, because Sanji is not going to stop and continues to pound you even during your orgasm.
- Crap! - You squeeze it especially hard and the cook can’t hold on any longer; he cums with a hoarse and drawn-out groan.
You seem to suck him in, trying not to spill a drop of his seed, you stay in this position for a while. The heavy breathing calms as Sanji wraps both of his arms around you and pulls you close.
- Perfect. - Your head falls on the blond’s shoulder and you feel a smile in his kiss, which he leaves on your neck.
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
- Would you fuck me, Art? - You ask point-blank, causing Art to choke on his drink. - If it weren't for Patrick, would you have fucked me?
This conversation should not have happened. You didn’t want to go to this party, but you forced yourself to come. You didn’t want to discuss your relationship with anyone, but Art knew about your last fight with Patrick and approached you himself.
And now, after three bottles of beer and a sincere conversation, you find yourself asking a similar question and understand that stopping now is not an option.
You looked at Art so intently, so alluringly, that he simply could not lie to you. And he decided not to lie, finally admitting how much he was attracted to his friend’s girl.
- I would fuck you right now if you asked. - Art whispers this on your lips.
The air around you becomes heavier every second, you feel the familiar heat in your lower abdomen and lick your lips, only attracting the attention of the man’s gaze to you.
- Would you fuck me?
- Yes. - You answer, perhaps, too quickly.
- If it weren't for Patrick, that's right?
- No. I... I would fuck you now, right here... If you asked me.
Your words seem to have broken Art Donaldson. He looks at you silently, thinking about what he heard. He should leave right now: you're his friend's girlfriend, you're a little drunk and upset, you can make mistakes.
But you still look at him, just five minutes ago you said that you were tired of Patrick and wanted to change something. Does this mean you're leaving Patrick?
- Ask me, Art... - Everything except you loses the sound. How can he refuse you? Art has wanted you, you was so close and yet so far away.
Art is a strong man, with a well-trained will, but even he is now ready to break. All he wants now is to be close to you and he doesn't care about the consequences.
- Let's go. - You accept his hand without objection and follow the guy, noting how soft his skin is. Patrick's hands were heavy and hard, Art's were not like that. Having pushed away this comparison, you turn to the crowd, no one seems to care that you are going up to the second floor.
- Whose room is this? - You lean your back on the door, Art leans towards you, otherwise your whisper would not be able to be heard.
- Guest room. Did you lock it?
You pull the handle twice, wanting to check for sure. After making sure that you won’t be disturbed, I quickly take off my shoes, embarrassed to wear shoes in someone else’s house, and sit down next to Art.
- Are you sure? - Art wanted to know for sure, he had to make sure that you really wanted this.
- More than. And you?
- And I. Can I kiss you? - You push back a strand of hair from your forehead and nod, submitting to the tennis player’s touch. Art kisses your neck, his open mouth exploring your hot skin and his hand squeezing your bare knee, not going any further.
- Don't be afraid, I don't bite painfully. - You giggle, seeing only tenderness and affection in Art’s eyes, not a hint of mockery or playfulness, as was often the case with Patrick.
- I’ll be ready to endure even if you take a bite out of me. - Art strokes your cheek with his thumb.
You reach for the next kiss and lightly bite the man’s lip, trying to force him to open his mouth. Art's tongue is very warm and tastes like a mixture of cider and something bitter. He glides weightlessly, pulling you into a long and affectionate kiss and you move easily, feeling his tenderness embrace you.
- I’ve always wanted you... - Art rests his forehead on your shoulder and runs his nose along your skin. - Patrick just... Damn.
- Hey... - You lift Art’s face by the chin. - He's not here, you know? Patrick is an asshole and we both know it. Looks like I picked the wrong guy...
You push Art onto the bed and sit on top of him. The mention of your arrogant and stubborn boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) made you angry and added courage.
- We don't talk about Patrick anymore, okay? - Art nods, watching you in fascination. - Fine. Now touch me.
You begin to pull off Art’s shirt, your hips rise and the man immediately puts his hands on your legs, stroking the skin and rising higher and higher.
- I don’t think we’ll need that. - You unbutton the tennis player’s light trousers and pull them down along with your underwear just enough to free half-erect cock.
- I... Please. - Art whines underneath you, which can’t help but make you grin, you haven’t even touched him yet. - Please, I want it so much...
You take the penis in your hand and make a few slow movements. The soft skin pleasantly rubs against your hand, with your other hand you would grab Art’s balls, he almost jumps on the bed and shamelessly moves his hips towards you.
- My poor baby... - You coo over the already hard member and lubricate the droplets from the red tip with excitement. - No one has touched you for a long time, right?
Art looks at you pleadingly, he is ready to ask, beg you, but you yourself are already on the verge and won’t be able to tease him for long. Especially when Art gets his finger under the hem of your underwear...
- Oh shit! - You stop all actions, and, lifting up your dress, you move your underwear and push yourself onto Ard Donaldson’s dick.
- God! - He opens his eyes wide and squeezes your hips so hard that you are sure that the dress was torn.
- You're so big... - You didn't lie, Art's dick isn't as long as Patrick's, but his girth stretches you out much better. - So good, Art.
A man bites his lip when he hears his name from your lips, it is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. You both breathe heavily, getting used to the feeling of complete intimacy, you suddenly realize that you are not using a condom (if you believe Patrick’s stories, Art has never been with anyone at all).
You wiggle your hips, smiling predatorily at another hoarse moan, you always liked men who were not shy about the fact that they were receiving pleasure, and Art, with his heightened sensitivity, was just like that.
You lower your hot palms onto his chest, play with the short blond hairs and lean on him, starting to lift your hips.
Art huffs and whines beneath you, his strong hands gripping the blanket until his skin turns white. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, trying not to close his eyes from the pleasure that you and your beautiful velvet pussy give him, which hugs him so tightly that you want to howl.
- I feel you so deeply... - You push back the unruly hair from your face and smile, it was always nice to be filled, especially with Art. With him you feel a certain exclusivity; he seemed to be in inhuman bliss.
- Please, I... Damn! - Art sharply raises his hips and you hear a loud slap with which your bodies met.
- Touch me. - Art immediately slides his hand between your bodies and rubs your clitoris with his thumb. You spread your legs wider so he can see exactly how he slides in and out of you. - It’s so nice, Art.
His name sounds like a song from your lips and Art moves his hands to your waist, helping you move faster. He feels his own dick twitching and tries not to cum at the moment when you squeeze him especially tightly.
- I'm going to cum. - Your voice trembles and you moan, throwing your head back. - Do not stop...
Art continues to move inside you, cumming profusely and swallowing all his sounds, wanting to listen to your delicious sighs longer. You feel a mixture of your secretions flowing out of you, you feel how Art becomes softer inside you. You feel like you did everything right.
- I think we need to call Patrick. - You're breaking the "We don't talk about Patrick anymore" rule. - I'll take my things.
- I will help you. - Art gently traces circles on the skin of your thighs, the fact that you were still connected did not bother either of you. - I have plenty of space at home.
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
🥀 From the first second when your warm blood touched the vampire’s tongue, he lost his head.
🥀 You are his first person, but even if this were not so, Astarion could not even imagine someone more beautiful than you.
🥀 He comes to you every time you let him and the thrill he feels in his chest when you shyly invite him is like it makes his heart beat again.
🥀 As soon as Halsin touches you or Gale starts another conversation with you, Astarion feels inexplicable anger.
🥀 Anyone you meet who looks at you for more than a couple of seconds will be dead. You move around a lot and no one from your camp notices the trail of corpses of bards and merchants that remains behind you.
🥀 Astarion began to give you advice on clothing. You happily accept all his recommendations, because you consider the vampire to be savvy in such matters, completely unaware that all his advice is dictated by the desire not to show your body to anyone.
🥀 You don't even know it, but Astarion keeps a small vial filled with your blood with him. He somehow hid some and decided to carry it with him, sometimes inhaling the aroma, which, in his personal opinion, gives him enthusiasm and strength.
🥀 If the first bite that the pale elf gave you was quick and awkward, then over time Astarion began to turn your “ceremonies” into some kind of games: he kissed your neck before the bite, lovingly hugged your head and always hold you're hand. It seemed almost intimate to you.
🥀 And for Astarion it was like preparation, he wanted to seduce you and tie you to him as smoothly as possible, so that you wouldn’t even have the thought of leaving him and depriving the vampire of your company and your blood.
🥀 He's obsessed with you. It’s impossible to describe the fear that gripped him when he nevertheless expressed in words how pleasant it was for him to absorb you and that even if you reject him, he will never leave you and will follow you wherever you want.
warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, sub!Art x dom!reader, masturbating
word count: 944
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
Cold and still slightly damp arms hug you from behind and you can’t help but snuggle closer to the man. Art is breathing heavily down your neck: he just finished his morning workout, took a shower and was next to you again. All this time you remained in a dark and cool room, wrapped in a large blanket.
- Mmm... Art, dear... - Words are difficult, yesterday you had too much wine and now you didn’t feel too good.
- It's time to get up, it's almost ten. - Art kisses the back of your head, you hear his hoarse laugh in response to your displeased whimper.
You stretch and Art intertwines your arms and legs, pressing you closer. Leaning against his strong chest, you give Art access to your neck and gasp when he immediately finds your pulse with his lips.
- Did we miss breakfast?
- You missed breakfast, my love. - The man smiles, covering your breasts, hidden by the fabric of his T-shirt, with a large calloused palm. - But I brought you something...
- And what is it? - You turn your head and immediately find yourself pulled into a kiss, neat and barely perceptible. It was as if Art was simply touching your lips with his own, standing on the thin line between tenderness and passion. - I didn't brush my teeth.
- I don't care. - Art reaches out for a kiss again, but you roll over and you find yourself face to face.
- I still feel bad... - Flying has always been difficult for you, and next to Art you fly much more often than usual.
- Did you take aspirin? - Concern immediately appears in his beautiful eyes. - Shall I bring you something?
- No, just stay here... - You squeeze Art’s hand and you silently lie together, sharing such a rare moment of peace and quiet.
- I love you. - You knew this, Art had already said this once, you saw his feelings for you, but so far you had never said it in response, deciding that you would only say it when you were absolutely sure of it.
Now, lying in a hotel room on the other side of the world from home, still drunk and swollen, you, listening to yourself, are silent again. You do so much for him. Does it really mean nothing that you dropped everything and went with him?
You kiss Art and move a little closer. Your sweet little boy never pressed you for an answer and you were grateful for that.
- I... - The man stutters as your warm hand touches him through his shorts.
- Hush, just let me take care of you. - You pull back the elastic, lower your shorts, then your panties, and stroke Art’s abs through the T-shirt; his body delighted you every time and you never missed an opportunity to touch him.
Grasping his half-erect member, you gently move your hand and squeeze his balls between two fingers. Art groans and you run your tongue along his long neck, catching a small bead of sweat between his collarbones.
- You shouldn’t strain yourself, there’s such an important match ahead. - You whisper, continuing to move your hand. - The situation is so nervous, I see how tense you are....
Art rests his forehead against yours and thrusts his hips forward, catching your touch. You spit on your palm, making your movements easier and speeding up.
-You can touch me, remember? - You smile at how quickly Art grabs your chest, as if he was waiting for permission. - Do not rush...
The man whines softly and tries to pull your shorts off, you willingly help him, never stopping teasing his dripping cock. It’s already wet between your legs and Art feels it, slowly spreading you apart with his fingers.
- I don't think you should be so overworked. - You take his hand away. - Just let me...
You find yourself close to him and push his penis, red with excitement, between your thighs. The warm friction causes a loud moan from your lover and he immediately begins to move, being squeezed by your legs.
You stroke Art’s head, he kisses your neck and chest, they are right in front of his face and the man continues to fuck himself between your soft and warm thighs.
- Oh God... - Art presses his face to your neck and hugs you much tighter. - I'll cum...
- Come on, baby, please... - Your hoarse voice spurred him on and you felt that he was on the edge.
Pulling back slightly, you take the throbbing member in your hand and insert it into yourself in one smooth motion. Art screams like a wounded bird and you feel him cum copiously inside you.
You move your hips a few more times, taking everything he gives you. The man kisses your sweaty skin, breathes heavily and continues to thrust into you until you calm down completely.
- Thank you... - He always accepted your caresses with such gratitude that it could not help but excite your ego.
You feel him go limp inside you, cum mixed with your secretions running down your inner thigh and dripping onto the bed.
Without opening the hug, you close your eyes and purr blissfully, feeling pleasantly full. All he has to do is cum inside you and you will be glad of it. Isn't this love?
Art doesn’t slip out of you, continuing to bask inside your velvety, warm walls. He clung to you like a child, leaving wet trails of kisses on your skin.
- You need to eat... - He speaks first. - And maybe we’ll go to the doctor?
- No need. I feel better now. - He inhales the aroma of shampoo from Art’s still wet hair and kisses his forehead. - It's always better next to you...
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes
Holding the sheet of paper in your hands, you smooth out the corners and carefully examine the result of your labors. It took a couple of evenings, but the work did not disappoint you.
Astarion was looking at you from the drawing. His handsome face was turned half sideways, you spent most of the time on his hair, which lay so realistically on his head and framed his face cutely.
The eyes, as beautiful and sly as in life, seemed to burn right through even a piece of paper. You mostly drew them from memory, but it turned out quite well.
You completed the shoulders and even the shirt to make the drawing more complete. Maybe if you ever find better paper you can improve the portrait.
The camp was quiet. The night turned out to be warm, everyone was doing their own thing after dinner and you decided that this was the best moment.
- Astarion...
- Yes, my dear. - He looks up from the book and looks at you closely, which always seemed strange to you, because you wear the same thing almost all the time.
- I brought you something. - You hand him a piece of paper and patiently wait for a reaction.
The vampire examines himself and looks at you again. There is confusion and a certain amount of curiosity on his face.
- It’s you... I saw how you struggle with mirrors and decided to show you what you look like. I know it's not the most professional job, but I thought you'd...
- Shh. - The man gets up and comes closer to you. You fall silent and look at Astarion with your big eyes in fear. - Did you do this?
- Well, yes, this is... a gift. If you don't like...
- It is wonderful. - The vampire presses the drawing to his chest, and then brings it to his nose. - Is this your perfume?
- Y-yes, I sprayed it on the paper.
- Oh, you're just lovely. - Astarion touches your braided hair and smiles softly. - I like it, dear. Thank you.
Before you can answer, Astarion’s hand touches yours, allowing both of you to touch. You answer him and feel how your skin is covered with goosebumps and not at all from the coolness of his skin.
The vampire’s fingers easily slide over your palm, thereby showing gratitude and a certain tenderness that has been hanging between you for a long time and cannot find a way out.
English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes.
SFW
Aemond loves your difference in walking speed. He often overtakes you and then reaches out his hand, squeezing your tiny fingers.
Aemond loves to watch you sleep. If you suddenly fall asleep in the car, he always picks you up and carries you to bed, trying not to disturb your sleep.
Aemond carries your textbooks. You take one course in history and literature, and you often have common classes.
Aemond loves to shower with you. Even if you wake up earlier, he is always there and fills most of the shower stall with his strong body.
Aemond gives you flowers every monday. You hate this day of the week and your sweet guy is trying to cheer you up.
Aemond introduced you to his family. He is pleased that you got along with his mother (this is very important to him). You even found a common language with Aegon, which is usually not so easy.
Aemond isn't afraid to show you his scar. You have been together for quite a long time and he is confident in you and your love.
Aemond loves watching you play with Vhagar. The old dog accepted you, although not right away. You managed to conquer him with affection and treats.
Aemond takes you to museums, you take him to the theater all the time. He loves spending time with you and your green dresses, in which you look great.
Aemond is sure that you will be together forever. You have been together for almost three years, he is sure that when he proposes to you, you will not reject him.
NSFW
Aemond was your first boyfriend and taught you how to please yourself and him.
Aemond loves the cowgirl position, he can see your face, watch your breasts bounce and squeeze your curvaceous thighs while picking up the pace.
Aemond also loves it when you are underneath him. You can't even accept it completely, he too big for you. This sight makes him ecstatic.
Aemond loves to eat your pussy. In bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen or in the car, he doesn’t care whether they see you, the most important thing is the pleasure of his baby.
Aemond doesn't tell you, but he likes it when you call him "my prince." These words awaken something dark and lustful in him.
Aemond is not afraid of your pregnancy and you do not use condoms. You take pills because you think you’re not ready for motherhood yet, he accepts your choice.
Aemond didn't tell anyone, but one day you fucked with him in his father's office. It was an accident, but you both remember how he fucked you on the couch.
Aemond keeps several photos of you in your underwear in his closet. You made them together last Christmas and then had sex in front of the fireplace.
Aemond loves to cum inside you, but he always goes along with you when you ask him to cum on your face.
Aemond dreams of filming your sex, but has not yet found the courage to ask for it.
