Summary: Aramis is making good on his promise to God to become a monk. At least he's trying to make good on that promise. But you burst on the scene, a French spy from across the border of Spain with all sorts of temptations to lead him astray.
It’s been two months since Aramis has arrived at the monastery and he’s beginning to think that this is a monumental mistake. The first month he threw himself into this new life. First one to prayers, helping in the kitchens, studying scriptures outside and enjoying the birdsong, tending the small garden. He felt at peace, confident in his decision to be here.
That feeling doesn’t last as he enters into the second month. The birds are grating on his nerves. The fresh air is irritating to his nose. The prayers are repetitive and his mind wanders more and more. To the war, to his friends…to the Queen, to his son. He longs for the feel of his sword in his hand, the smooth grip of his pistol, the excitement of the fight. At least he had felt useful as a Musketeer, actively righting the world’s wrongs instead of just praying for things to change.
That is why when the Abbot asked for someone to pick up supplies from the town below the monastery, Aramis was the first one to volunteer. It wasn’t exciting at all, just a collection of vegetables, eggs, and grain but it gave him an opportunity to see the bustling life of the common man. The village wasn’t far from a port town close to the Spanish border. The marketplace was better supplied than most given that proximity to a port, so it was always fascinating to see the handmade trinkets or foods that would never make it up to Paris.
“Stop her!”
Every instinct as a trained soldier flares to life at the shout that echoes across the marketplace. Aramis sees the culprit fleeing, ducking around vendors, before making a sprint to an old stone church. Three men follow close at your heels and Aramis joins in the chase before he remembers this isn’t his business any more. But that hesitation only lasts a moment before he makes his way to the back door of the church. Where else is he going to find a bit of excitement? Certainly not back at the monastery delivering food. Besides, you could be in need of help and what kind of monk would that make him if he didn’t offer help to those in need?
When he comes through the back door, he sees four men now, armed with pistols and swords. They’re dressed in plain clothes, Spanish clothes, but their movements are most certainly that of soldiers. He stays hidden behind the table of candles, half of which are lit when he sees the confessional box on the other side of the sanctuary. A confessional that has a tip of a cloak peeking out from under the curtain.
The door opens and two more men come in and start conversing in Spanish at the back. He catches phrases, I saw her come in here, Not too many places to hide, Confessional…
Aramis goes around the back of the dias and is able to reach the priest’s side of the confessional. So far, he can’t see any priest on that side of the box and there’s no whispered conversations happening. He takes the opportunity and slips into the confessional, quietly closing the door behind him. He hears a sharp intake of breath from the other side but there are no other sounds. You must be sitting as still as death to warrant not so much as a creak from the old wood bench. With a deep breath, he pulls back the slider that reveals the latticed window into your side of the box.
“Your cloak is peeking out from under the curtain.”
He hears the soft rustle of fabric as you pull it into the confessional. “Thank you. Uh, forgive me Father for I have sinned-”
“I’m sure you have but that’s not why I’m here.” He can’t see much of your features but he can see your eyes, wide with surprise and a color caught between blue and gray.
“You’re not a priest?”
How to answer that question. “I’m afraid that’s a bit complicated at the moment but I can assure you that I’m not the one to give you absolution for your sins. There are six men, Spanish from the looks of it, out in the vestibule. Why are they here?”
“You’re a soldier.”
“In another lifetime. But I can still help you.”
You take half a heartbeat to answer. “Do you know the innkeeper here, Jean Luc Moreau?”
“I’m fairly new, I don’t know anyone yet.”
“I was supposed to meet him but when I went by the inn, it was filled with Spanish,” you pause, “visitors.”
“Soldiers.” You don’t say anything and that silence tells Aramis everything he needs to know. “You’re a French spy.”
“I just need to wait for them to leave so I can deliver the letters to Moreau. He has someone who’s going to take them back to Paris but they’re not arriving until tomorrow afternoon.”
“So we have some time to hide you.” Aramis starts planning an escape route but the sound of the Spanish soldiers outside the confessional interrupt him. “Stay in here, no matter what.”
He steps out of the confessional and greets the soldiers that are circling the confessional. “Greetings, gentlemen. I’m afraid I’m the only Priest available at the moment, so if you would please just take a seat, we will be done momentarily.”
“We’re not here for forgiveness,” the largest of the group says in heavily accented French. “We’re looking for a runaway.”
“Ah, I’m afraid we haven’t had any children arrive-”
“Not a child,” another man says, tall and blade thin. “A woman. Her father is in high standing, she was betrothed to a nobleman. We fear she may have gotten nervous about the marriage.”
Aramis lays a hand over his heart. “I shouldn’t reveal anything about a parishioner’s confession, but I can assure you the lady currently in there is already married. And not much of a lady.”
“We would like to wait to make sure it is not our master’s daughter, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course,” Aramis bows respectfully. There’s little he can do facing down six Spanish soldiers with no weapons other than his hands. He’ll have to rely on his brain then and hopefully some luck. As he goes back around to the priest’s entrance of the confessional, he runs into one of the priests. He immediately puts a finger to his mouth and the priest’s surprise turns quickly to understanding. Aramis tells him quickly about your plight and the need to get you to safety. He nods, telling Aramis to stay there safely out of sight of the six men who are now sitting in the pews. When he returns, he has a set of nun’s robes and he unlatches a false door that opens the confessor’s side of the box.
It’s the first clear sight Aramis has had of you. You’re dressed in simple clothing, no jewelry. Your dark hair is braided and coiled at the base of your neck and your eyes, still that odd coloration, are even larger without the lattice barrier between you two. You’re scared, but your mouth is pressed in a firm line. It’s not your first tight spot, Aramis bets, but it’s definitely an alarming one nonetheless. The priest hands you the nun’s clothes.
“Dress in these and leave your clothes in the confessional,” he whispers to you. “I’ll have one of the sisters wear your clothes out of here.”
“You have a way for us to exit?” Aramis asks.
“Yes,” the priest answers. “Take her up to the monastery with you. Dressed as one of our sisters, no one will say anything.”
“Thank you, Father,” you say as you take the robes.
Aramis touches the Priest’s arm. “Yes, thank you.”
He closes the door so you can change privately. “Mademoiselle Sartre is a friend to our parish and this town. See that she remains safe.”
“I will.”
The hidden door opens again and you appear now in the simple nun robes. The priest points to the side hallway and Aramis pulls his hood up over his head. The two of you hurry through the side hallway and open the back door to the church, bringing you directly into the graveyard. Aramis lightly touches your elbow.
“Keep your head down, leave the watchfulness to me.”
“Alright.”
Thankfully the food order had already been acquired so making their way back to the horse and wagon is a quick and efficient process. He helps you up into the front seat before climbing up himself.
“Take a pass by the inn on the way out of town.”
He nods and turns the horse in that direction. The innkeeper, Moreau, is standing outside the door feigning interest in the shoppers passing by. When his eyes land on the cart, you lay a hand on your heart. He responds similarly.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, keep going.” You turn your eyes forward again and Moreau goes back inside the tavern. “He knows I’ll return tomorrow. Besides, I don’t want to put him in danger of having the documents with the Spanish soldiers still around.”
“Understandable. I’ll return with you tomorrow just in case our Spanish friends are still in town.”
“That’s not necessary. I don’t want to put you in any more danger than I already have.”
“I do have to say,” Aramis gives the town one last glance over his shoulder to make sure no one is following them, “today was a nice jolt of excitement.”
You give him a smile, albeit a slight one. “You are the strangest monk I’ve ever come across.”
Inspired by this post, I give you a smutty Porthos/You/Aramis fic. All spelling mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
You didn't mean to follow them.
In your defence, your small village in the French countryside, just outside of Avignon did not get to see many strangers.
Let alone musketeers.
They were not dressed as musketeers, but you saw their pistols and their swords. You also saw how one of them; the smaller one of the two, who looked more Spanish with his thick dark curls under his hat and slight accent, had dispatched of Gaston, the local drunk and harasser of women in minutes.
That had told you all you needed to know.
And so, you followed them as they moved around the village.
They disappeared around the corner, in between two old buildings down the only cobblestone street in your village. The nicer part of town, most of the villagers called it.
You moved slowly, waiting a couple of minutes before following them. You looked around before turning down the same street. You barely made it two feet before your arm was grabbed and you were yanked into an open doorway. You yelped and a hand was placed over your mouth. The door slammed shut and you were alone in the room.
Alone with the two musketeers you had been following.
“It's a girl,” the one had his hand over your mouth said.
You kicked him. “Woman,” you answered; or tried too. It came out all muffled from the leather gloved hand against your lips.
The other larger one laughed. “She's a woman, Aramis,” he said. “Can't you see her attributes,” he added as he gestured to your chest and the cut of your bodice.
Aramis, the one who looked Spanish with the large hat hummed and nodded as he stared at the top of your breasts. “Ah, yes, Porthos, I see them now.”
The hand dropped from your mouth and they stood side by side looking at you. Your mouth went dry as you saw how their eyes were undressing you; not that you had much on to begin with. Just a thin cloak over your threadbare skirt and corset. The chemise under your corset was also thin, almost translucent. Aramis stepped closer.
“Why were you following us?” he asked.
You swallowed and licked your lips. “You are musketeers,” you said wishing your voice was stronger and did not tremble.
Porthos stepped closer and loomed over you. “Well, aren't you a smart one,” he said.
Aramis stroked your cheek with his gloved hand. “Pretty too,” he said. He sighed. “A shame that we'll have to kill you,” he said.
“What?!” you exclaimed.
Porthos sighed. “Yes, sadly, since you know we are musketeers. We are meant to be on a secret mission for the King,” he said.
“I will not tell anyone,” you said noticing how Aramis stepped closer to you, his side pressed against yours.
Heat. It filled you at the feel of him against your side. Desire followed quickly as well. Aramis smirked and you felt your cheeks grow warm. You felt more desire for this unknown musketeer than you had when the baker's son had touched you.
Your first and only sexual encounter and you wished to forget it.
“I don't know if we can trust you,” Porthos said as he also stepped closer to you. That desire that had began with Aramis's side pressed against yours, got deeper when Porthos pressed against your other side.
“I,” you stumbled over your words, “I am very trustworthy.”
“She says she is trustworthy,” Aramis said as he looked at Porthos.
Porthos hummed. “I don't know if we can believe her.”
“Please, I will do anything you want,” you said.
Aramis looked back at you. “Anything?” he asked as he leaned in closer.
You took him; his dark eyes, his moustache, his beard. You nodded as you felt your core get wet. Aramis reached out and began to play with the ties on the front of your corset. “Anything,” you said again.
Aramis smiled. He glanced at Porthos, his fingers undoing the ties on your corset. “Anything,” he repeated to Porthos.
Porthos smiled as he stepped closer to you as well. “I heard,” he breathed out. You sighed as he pressed his hand against your ass cheek. You jumped when he pinched it. “It's been a while since we've shared a girl,” he added.
Aramis huffed as he pulled the corset ties open more. You felt the corset loosen. He reached up and bit the finger tip of his glove pulling it off. “Yes, well, the last girl we attempted that with, you kept to yourself,” he said.
Porthos snorted as he rubbed your ass cheek. He gave it a hard slap and you yelped. “Not my fault she liked riding me more than you.”
“I will have you know, she liked riding me just fine. She told me I filled her beautifully,” Aramis said.
Your corset loosened more as Aramis yanked the strings out. You did not stop him; instead you found yourself helping him. You pulled the strings from the bottom and soon your fingers tangled with Aramis' as they met in the middle. He smiled and grabbed your corset, yanking it off of your torso, tossing it aside.
“She only told you that to not hurt your feelings,” Porthos said to Aramis. You find yourself whining as he pulled his hand from your ass cheek. He looked at you and smiled. “Don't worry, pet,” he said as he leaned in closer. “I will touch you some more. I am just going to get more comfortable while Aramis has his fill of tasting you.”
You kissed him back when he pressed his lips to yours. You heard the sounds of a jacket being taken off and tossed aside. Porthos deepened the kiss and you focused on him alone. Even when you felt Aramis' hands on your skirt undoing the hooks and yanking it off. You stepped out of it as Porthos' tongue licked your bottom lip demanding entry.
You gave it.
His tongue stroked yours as his hands grabbed your cheeks, pulling your face towards his. You moaned as you felt Aramis' bare hands on the back of your knees, lifting your legs from your skirt before the sound of it being tossed aside echoed in your ears. You whimpered as Aramis pressed his hands to your bare thighs pulling your legs apart.
“Porthos, she is wet for us already,” he said.
You felt Aramis' breath on your mound and moaned. You pulled away from Porthos' kiss and he smiled. He licked your lips before letting your face go. He stepped back and you couldn't help but watch as he pulled off his sword belt and tossed it aside along with his jacket.
Aramis, apparently not wishing to be forgotten, pulled your attention back to him by his tongue licking your folds.
“Oh god,” you moaned as you reached down and grabbed his head, knocking his hat off his head. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pressed yourself up against the post.
You closed your eyes as Aramis grabbed your right leg and placed it over his shoulder moving closer to your core. You whimpered as his tongue licked up your wetness. He moved his mouth and you felt him lap at that little nub of pleasure you had touched yourself occasionally. But it felt so much better with Aramis' warm tongue pressed against it.
“So beautiful,” Porthos said as he stepped closer to you. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He had taken off his jacket and his shirt. You saw his muscular chest and could not help yourself. You reached up and pressed your hand to his chest. You felt his warm skin under your palm and it turned you on even more. He smiled and reached up pulling your chemise open. “I need a taste too,” he said.
You watched as Porthos leaned down and wrapped his mouth around your nipple. You held his eyes as you felt his tongue lick your nipple, his tongue swirling around it over and over. You whimpered and moaned as you felt Aramis' tongue do the same thing around your pleasure nub. You got the distinct feeling that they had done this before.
It made you wetter and warmer to think about how many women had been in your very position before.
You raked your nails across Porthos' chest as you tugged Aramis' hair with your other hand. Aramis continued to suck and lick your folds and you felt the pleasure rising and building. Porthos began sucking on your nipple and nipping at it gently. You moaned more and whimpered when you felt Aramis slid two fingers inside of you.
“I can't,” you whined as Aramis crooked his fingers inside of you and pressed them into a soft spot inside of you that had your legs trembling.
“You can,” Porthos whispered. “Just let go,” he added as he licked your nipple again before he pulled his mouth from it completely and kissed you hard.
You moaned into his mouth as you pressed your hips forward, pressing your core into Aramis' mouth. Porthos pulled away from your lips and kissed along your neck. He growled in your ear as his hand grabbed your other breast and kneaded it.
“Let go,” he ordered.
And you did.
You moaned loudly into Porthos' mouth as he pressed it to yours again, feeling his lips curl into a smile as your body trembled. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tugged on Aramis' hair and dug your nails into Porthos' chest. It felt like you were floating. You whimpered as you felt Aramis' tongue gently lap at your folds over and over. You felt his fingers dig into your thighs after he slid them out of you. You blinked, blinded for a moment before your vision returned to you. You saw Aramis stand, the smug look on his face. Porthos stood beside him and you saw a smug look on his face as well.
“First time?” he asked gruffly.
You nodded your cheek ablaze with heat as you blushed. “Y-yes,” you stammered.
Aramis smirked. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” he said softly.
Porthos hummed as his dark eyes never left you. You squealed as he grabbed you and carried you over to the bed against the wall. He tossed you on it. You laid across the bed, your legs dangling down, body still trembling from your climax. Your chest heaved as your eyes watched as he undid the buttons on his trousers and pulled them open. He shoved his pants down to undo the ties on his undergarment. You heard Aramis undressing as well but for the moment, your eyes were focused on Porthos.
You took in his chest and stomach, his muscles and scars. Your eyes raked down from his belly button lower to his cock. Your mouth went dry as you saw how long and thick it was once it was freed from his undergarments. He spit in his hand and stroked his cock. You looked up and met his eyes.
“I promise you, you will enjoy this,” he said as he stepped closer to you and in between your legs.
You looked down, sitting up on your elbows. Aramis walked over to the bed, naked and confident. He climbed on the bed beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders holding you up. He leaned in and kissed you. You hummed against his lips and moaned as you felt Porthos' tip press into your entrance. Aramis took one of your hands and placed it on his own cock; it was also hard, long, and thick. You whimpered as he nipped at your lips.
“Let's watch as Porthos takes you,” he whispered as he pulled away. “It's always beautiful to watch his cock claim another woman.”
His accented voice paired with his hand wrapped around yours around his cock, stroking it gently, made you all the wetter. You turned and looked down.
The scene that met you obscenely beautiful.
Porthos' tip was notched inside of you, stretching your folds open. He held your legs up against his chest as his hands held your hips down, pinning you to the bed. Aramis' hand went to your breast and squeezed it as Porthos pressed his cock deeper into you. You whimpered as you felt yourself stretch more the deeper he slid into you.
“Oh god,” you moaned as you let your head fall back.
“He prefers Porthos,” Aramis answered as he leaned down and kissed you again.
You whimpered into his mouth. He let go of his hand around yours that was stroking his cock. You stroked it at the pace he had set, slowly and gently. You hoped you got the chance to feel it buried deep inside of you as well. You moaned as you felt Porthos push deeper and deeper into you. Aramis placed his hand on your stomach and ran it, palm down on your soft skin.
“I love this part,” he breathed against your lips.
You whined missing his kisses. Your whine turned into a deep moan as Porthos jerked his hips and filled you. You cried out and tears came to your eyes.
“It's too much,” you whimpered as your nails grabbed Porthos' arm and dug into his skin.
“Shh, pet,” Porthos said. “It's all right, give it a minute.”
You whimpered and held on to Aramis' cock. You looked down and watched Porthos moved one of his hands and placed it where you were joined. His fingers stroked your nub and you clenched around his cock. You moaned at how full you felt. Aramis ran his hand lower, to your lower abdomen. He pressed down and you cried out as you felt his hand pressing Porthos' cock inside of you.
“He gets so deep and fills you out so well, love,” Aramis whispered as he kissed your nose. “You take him so beautifully,” he added.
You understood the words he was saying but you couldn't focused on them. You were focused on Porthos' cock buried deep inside of you as he gently rubbed your nub. Your legs trembled and you whimpered. You arched your back pressing yourself against him more.
“Better?” Porthos asked as Aramis leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” you breathed out as you let go of Porthos' arm and buried your hand in Aramis' hair.
You began stroking Aramis' cock again at the slow gentle pace. You sucked in a breath as Porthos dragged his cock from you, so very slowly. You felt every ridge and vein of his cock as he pulled it from your warmth. You ached and felt empty as he stopped, his tip barely inside of you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you bit your bottom lip. Aramis continued sucking your nipple, his lips wrapped around it, and every tug of it seemed to go straight down to your core; every tug caused pleasure to rise and your walls to clench.
“Please,” you found yourself begging as Porthos seemed content to just hold his tip right there, not pushing into you again.
“Please what, pet?” Porthos grunted. He pressed forward a bit but pulled back. You cried. “What do you want?” he demanded.
“Both of you to have me. I need you,” you cried out. “Please.”
Aramis pulled his mouth from her nipple. He glanced at Porthos as his hand stroked her skin. “She is being so polite,” he told her.
“She really is,” Porthos sighed and thrusted hard into you. The breath was pushed from your lungs as he filled you quickly again. “And polite girls get rewarded,” he grunted.
Aramis pressed down on your stomach again as Porthos filled you. He leaned over your chest and took your other nipple in his mouth. Porthos continued to rub your nub as he dragged his cock from you slowly and slammed it back in. He did it over and over.
And soon your brain stopped processing words, the only sounds you could focus on was Porthos' cock entering your wet core and Aramis' mouth sucking on your nipple. You squeezed Aramis' cock as Porthos' thrust pushed you back on the bed. He wrapped his arm around your legs, moving them so they were over one shoulder as he bent you over. Your knees pressed into Aramis' back and Porthos just began pounding into you.
Drool pooled in the corner of your mouth as your mouth fell open in a voiceless moan. Your body began shaking and your nails dug into Aramis' scalp. You clenched around Porthos' cock as his fingers moved faster on your nub. You let go of Aramis' cock and wrapped your arm around him as he sucked and nippled at your nipple. You whimpered and whined as Aramis pressed down on your abdomen over and over as Porthos filled you.
You felt the pleasure building and building. You shattered as Aramis bit down on your nipple, Porthos' fingers pressed hard on your nub, and he slammed into you hard, pressing deep into you. He held his cock deep inside of you as you clenched around him. A white blinding light burned your eyes as she squeezed them shut. You whimpered Porthos' name. You felt Aramis chuckle as he pulled his mouth from your nipple and pressed soft kisses to your face.
“Love, you aren't finished yet,” he whispered.
You sighed and blinked your eyes as your body felt like it was floating away. You whined and blinked your eyes more as tears rolled down your cheeks. Porthos rubbed your thighs and pressed kisses on your ankles as he slowly slid his still hard cock from you. Aramis pressed a soft kiss to your lips and hummed as he moved off the bed. You blinked as your body continued to tremble as Porthos lowered your legs. You heard them talking but you were focused on your own body; how it suddenly felt so empty. You began to cry.
“Hush, pet, what's wrong?” Porthos asked as he sat on the bed and rubbed your side as he leaned over you.
“I feel so empty,” you cried.
“I can fix that, love,” Aramis said as he moved between your legs. He rubbed your thighs as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach. “I just need you to roll on your hands and knees. Can you do that for me?” he asked.
You looked at him. He was beautiful. Just like Porthos. His body not too lean, not too muscular. He had scars on his chest as well and chest hair that tapered down his chest and stomach to his cock. You nodded gently and he smiled and moved, pressing soft kisses to your thighs and knees. Porthos stood as your slowly rolled over. Your arms felt weak but you sure that you would hold yourself up long enough to have Aramis have you.
You felt nervous as you placed your knees on the bed. Aramis' hands grabbed your hips and gently moved you over more so you were almost diagonal on the bed. Porthos moved and stood in front of your face as he brushed the hair from your face. You closed your eyes as you felt Aramis kiss down your back, along your spine.
“Have you been taken like this before?” Aramis whispered against your skin. His hands stroked and rubbed your thighs and hips.
“No,” you breathed out.
Porthos chuckled. “Oh, you are in for a good time, pet,” he said as he gathered your hair in his hand and holding it in a fist pulling your head up. “And I am hoping you can help finish me off with your mouth,” he added. He reached out and brushed his thumb along her jaw. “Have you ever done that before?” he asked.
You nodded. You had done that before; more than you would ever admit to anyone. Not even the village priest. You had never taken one man in your mouth though while another filled you core. No, this would be something new.
And something you knew you wouldn't do again with anyone else.
You opened your mouth as you felt Aramiss lips reach your lower back. His tongue licked your skin as his hands grabbed your ass cheeks in his hands. He kneaded them as he had kneaded your breasts earlier. You found yourself moving your knees, opening your legs wider as Porthos stepped closer to your face, his cock in hand. He tapped the tip on your bottom lip as Aramis' lips left your lower back.
“And swallow every last bit of my seed,” Porthos answered.
“Yes,” you breathed out.
You felt Aramis' cock tip press against your folds as he rubbed it up and down. He swirled the tip around your nub and your moaned. Porthos took that moment to press his cock into your mouth. You tasted your own wetness on his cock as your held your mouth open. Your tongue rubbed on the underside of his cock and your felt the vein that ran from the base of his cock to its tip. Aramis took that moment to press his tip into you and fill you with one fast thrust.
You closed your eyes and moaned as you felt how deep Aramis got. He filled you perfectly; not as much as Porthos did but still more than the first boy you had let inside of you did. Aramis did not wait for you to adjust to him being inside of you. He dragged his cock from you and slammed back in. He held your hips tightly and he began moving in and out of you at a hard and fast pace.
You opened your eyes as you grabbed the blankets under your hands. You looked up at Porthos as you held your mouth open. He was using your mouth like Aramis was using your core; fast and hard thrusts. You kept your tongue flat as Porthos moved his cock in and out of your mouth. His tip pressed deep into the back of your throat as Aramis' tip pressed deep inside of you. You could feel Aramis' balls hit your sensitive nub. Tears came to your eyes as you felt the pleasure growing again.
“She feels so good,” Aramis groaned as his fingers dug into her hips. “So warm and tight,” he added.
Porthos hummed as he tugged on your hair. “I know,” you watched as he looked at Aramis. “We might have to bring her back to Paris with us and keep her filled all the time.”
You got wetter at that. You closed your mouth a bit and began sucking on Porthos' cock as he slid it into your mouth. You were drooling, it dripping down your chin. It was the same with the wetness between your thighs as Aramis' cock moved in and out of you. Your body began to tremble and shake as your felt the first splash of seed on your tongue. You clenched around Aramis' cock and he groaned.
“Are you close, love?” he asked. You felt him move his hand along your hip and stomach. He pressed his hand on your lower abdomen over his cock as it pressed into you. He moved his hand lower as you moaned, the sound muffled as Porthos continued to thrust into your mouth. You felt Aramis' thumb rub your nub. “Come for me, love. I want to feel you strangle my cock with your warmth.”
Porthos thrusted into your mouth and held his cock there. You swallowed rope after rope of his seed as your body shook, harder than it had before. Aramis pressed harder on your nub with his thumb and pressed his hand harder on your lower abdomen. You closed your eyes as your slumped forward. Porthos grabbed your shoulder and held you help but your body crashed into it's climax hard.
You went limp, blacked out almost as you clenched around Aramis' cock. He grunted and moaned. You felt Porthos pull his cock from your mouth and he let go of your hair. You slumped down to the bed, face first, as your whole body shook. You whined as Aramis pulled his cock from you. You ached and missed it. You felt his seed splash on your ass and back moments later. You blood pounded in your head as you still shook. You felt Porthos' fingers dance along your shoulder and back.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
You hummed and huffed. You blinked and looked at him as you felt Aramis lay on the bed beside you on the other side. He leaned in and kissed your shoulder and skin.
“I think so,” you muttered.
“Hmm,” Aramis hummed. “Let's get some food and wine,” he smacked your ass. “And maybe we can go again later.”
Porthos laughed. “Who's room is this anyway?” he asked.
You rolled on your back. You reached behind you and wiped Aramis' seed with your hand. You brought your hand to your mouth and licked your hand. You tasted Aramis seed; it tasted like Porthos', salty. Aramis groaned and leaned forward and bit you on the neck.
“She is perfect, Porthos,” he said as his ran his hand around your stomach. “We need to keep her.”
You looked at Porthos as he moved and laid on the bed beside you on the other side. He leaned in, with his hand on the back of your neck and kissed you deeply. He pulled away and looked in your eyes.
“Yes, I think we do need to keep her,” he growled.
“Please,” you whispered. “Keep me. For both of you.”
“Again, she is so polite,” Aramis sighed. “We must keep her.”
“We must,” Porthos agreed.
You turned your head and kissed Aramis and reached up to rake your fingers through his hair. Porthos leaned in and kissed your neck, leaving love bite behind.
Yes, you needed to be theirs. No one else would ever do again.
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Categories: F/MM/M.
Fandom: The Musketeers (2014)
Relationships: Aramis | René d'Herblay & d'Artagnan & Athos | Comte de la Fère & Porthos du Vallon Aramis | René d'Herblay/Athos | Comte de la Fère Aramis | René d'Herblay & Constance BonacieuxAramis | René d'Herblay/Porthos du Vallon
Characters: Aramis | René d'Herblay Athos | Comte de la Fère Porthos du Vallond'Artagnan (Trois Mousquetaires) Constance BonacieuxRaoul de Athos Ana de Austria | Anne d'Autriche Armand Jean du Plessis de Richelieu
Additional Tags: Fluff Fluff and Humor Family Dynamics Found Family Protective Musketeers Worried Musketeers Alternate Universe - Modern Setting soft Fluff and Hurt/Comfort Protective Porthos du Vallon Hurt Aramis | René d'Herblay Medic Aramis | René d'Herblay Protective Athos | Comte de la Fère Worried Athos | Comte de la Fère Athos is the best dad Aramis is a nurse Athos is a Doctor and so is d’Art! Porthos is the favourite of all bed porters ever Constance is head nurse and bad ass bitch Domestic Fluff Family Fluff
this was a prompt requested by @whitedarkmoonflower
It is Aramis/OC (Gabrielle) and the prompts were:
What do you want to eat? Bend over
Enjoy!
Aramis sat on the couch, his head resting on the back of it when Gabrielle walked into the apartment. She closed the door and leaned against it, tossing her messenger bag aside. He met her green brown eyes as she looked at him.
“Hard day?” he asked softly.
She nodded. “You?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yes,” he sighed. He rubbed his face. “Very hard day.”
Gabrielle raked her hand through her hair and pushed herself away from the door. “I'm going to change and figure out what to make for dinner,” she muttered.
Aramis closed his eyes. “Sounds good to me.”
Gabrielle pulled her hair up into a high ponytail as she walked into their bedroom. She pulled off her work clothing and tossed them on the hamper in the corner. She pulled on one of Aramis' t-shirts over her boy-cut underwear. She walked back out of the room and walked towards the kitchen. She turned in the doorway and saw Aramis still on the couch.
“How about you get up and pour us some wine?” she asked.
She watched as he turned and looked at her. He sighed. “All right,” he said as he pushed himself up. “But only because I love you.”
She smiled and walked fully into the kitchen. She walked over to the pantry and opened it. She stood there biting her bottom lip as she looked at what they had. She turned as Aramis walked into the kitchen and over to the wine rack. He grabbed a bottle and walked over to the counter where the drawers were.
“What do you want to eat?” Gabrielle asked him.
Aramis watched as she closed the pantry and walked over to the fridge. She opened the door and looked inside. He felt the weariness leave his body as his eyes scanned her. She looked far better in his t-shirt than he did. It moved around her thighs as she closed the door to the fridge. She turned and looked at him, golden brown eyebrow raised.
“Aramis?” she asked again.
“Bend over,” he found himself saying as he set the bottle of wine on the counter.
Her eyes went wide. “What?”
“You asked what I wanted to eat,” he said as he walked over to her, “and I answered. Now,” he grabbed her hips and tugged her close. “Bend over,” he ordered.
He saw Gabrielle bit her bottom lip. He leaned down as he tugged her closer and kissed her. She kissed him back and he felt her hands on his chest as she grabbed his dress shirt and held it tightly. He nipped at her bottom lip and tugged on it. She whimpered and he pulled away from the kiss. He spun her around and pressed down on her back, bending her over the counter.
Gabrielle spread her legs and let Aramis bend her over the counter. She could feel desire swirling around her stomach. Need gripped her tightly and she got wet as she felt Aramis' hands push up the t-shirt she wore. She grabbed it and pulled it up around her waist. She pressed her forehead down against the cool counter as she felt Aramis' fingers grab the waistband of her underwear.
“Aramis,” she moaned.
“Shh,” she felt him press a kiss to her spine. “I am getting there, my love.”
Anticipation filled Gabrielle. She closed her eyes and whimpered as she felt Aramis' lips on the skin of her lower back. He tugged her underwear down as she heard him fall to his knees behind her. She cried out as Aramis ripped her underwear down her legs quickly. She stepped out of them and laughed as she heard him toss them aside. She moaned as she felt his hands grab her butt cheeks. He kneaded them as he pressed kisses to her skin.
Aramis chuckled as Gabrielle moaned and pressed her ass back towards him. He moved his fingers down from ass cheeks, lower to her folds. He moaned as he felt her wetness. He let his fingers play with her wetness, gently moving up and down her clit. His cock was rock hard and aching but he wanted, needed to taste her before he satisfied himself.
“Aramis, please,” she begged.
“Please what?” he asked as he nipped her ass cheek. He moved his face lower and did it again before moving to the other one and doing the same thing.
“Please fucking eat me out,” she moaned.
Gabrielle got wetter as she heard Aramis chuckle. She felt him move, sitting on the floor and pressing his back against the cupboards. She felt his hands grab her thighs and felt him tug her down. She lowered herself and bent her knees. She moaned as she felt his tongue lick her folds. She reached down and grabbed his hair.
“Yes,” she moaned, relief flowing through her.
Words escaped her after as Aramis pulled her down more and she went. He buried his face in her folds and she could only moan and whimper as she felt his warm tongue lap and suck at her folds. She felt his tongue lap around her entrance, drinking her juices up before gently pressing his tongue inside of her. She tugged on his hair as she pressed her forehead against the counter again.
“Fuck,” she moaned as she felt his nose rub against her clit.
Aramis let his tongue lick and lap at Gabrielle's entrance, needing to drink as much of her as he could. He moaned as he rubbed his nose against her clit harder, feeling her begin to tremble. He felt her clench around his tongue before he slipped his tongue from her. He moved his mouth up to her clit as his hands grabbed her ass cheeks again and squeezed. He pulled her towards his face and she went so easily and willingly.
He swirled his tongue around her clit and felt his cock throb at the low and loud moan he pulled from her. He licked her clit and lapped at it before going back to swirling his tongue around it. He was teasing her but as he felt her tremble against him, he knew it was what she needed.
He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and groaned as she moved her hips, riding his face and mouth as she whined. His cock throbbed and ached but he focused on her. He placed his mouth on her clit and began sucking on it, letting the tip of his tongue flick at it; over and over.
Gabrielle tugged on Aramis' hair as she felt the pleasure wash over her. She locked her knees as her body trembled, worried she would fall. She grabbed the counter with her other hand and held on to it tightly as she moved her hips back and forth. She whimpered as her body shook and she clenched around nothing. Aramis' mouth sucked on her clit over and over causing wave and wave of pleasure to wash over her.
“Aramis,” she moaned loudly as she felt his tongue flick against her clit before he began sucking on it again.
He didn't stop. In fact, he began sucking on it harder and faster as he pulled her against his face, squeezing her ass cheeks harder. Gabrielle moaned and let herself get carried away with the pleasure. She came tugging on his hair. Her knees buckled and Aramis' hands moved to her hips, holding her up as he slowly began lapping at her clit. She trembled and moaned as she felt him move his mouth to her entrance again, drinking up her wetness as it dripped from her.
“Aramis,” she whined again.
“Shh,” he whispered as he pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs. “I will give you what you need,” he answered before he moved his mouth back to her cunt, licking and lapping at her folds.
Gabrielle cried out softly and hissed when she felt his nose rub her sensitive clit before his warm tongue licked it. She pulled herself away from his mouth and Aramis let her go. She let go of his hair and gripped the counter top with both hands; she needed to. Her legs were so weak and her body still trembled and shook. She looked down at Aramis, smiling as she watched his hands immediately begin to undo his pants, pulling out his hard cock.
“Is that what you think I need?” she teased as she slowly lowered herself down.
Aramis nodded, groaning when she pressed her lips to his. “Yes, love, this is what you need. I need it too,” he admitted.
He watched as Gabrielle's green brown eyes took him in. He gripped his cock at the base, watching his girl lower herself down, so very slowly, to her knees. She straddled him and he reached up with one hand and pressed it to her cheek, before leaning in and kissing her again. He moaned as he felt her hand wrap around his cock.
“You're right,” she whispered against his lips. He grabbed her hips when she pushed herself up and hovered over his cock. “I do need this.”
He looked down and watched as she pressed his cock tip to her entrance. He moaned as he felt her warmth engulf him as she lowered herself down, taking him into her. He kissed her neck and chest as she took all of him. He felt her hands on his chest, her fingers fumbling on the buttons of his shirt.
“Best dinner ever,” he muttered as he ran his nose along her cheek, once she had taken all of him inside of her.
She laughed and he kissed her again. He sighed in contentment and moaned as she clenched around him.
This was his happy place and he did not wish to leave it.
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