Do you remember when you wrote about reader fantasising about her and osferth being king and queens and taking Aemond as there war trophy? Could we get a oneshot on that??? Not like as an au but as them actually roleplaying tho
I'm so sorry this came out this late! I hope the fic makes up for the long wait!!!
NSFW and 18 + only please.
Warnings: three people acting out a dubious consent fantasy. Everyone is happy in this scenario but, if dubious consent is not your thing, please skip this one! Oral (m receiving), balls worship, handjob, collar and leash usage, captive scenario where sex is used to trap the person in a dubious consent situation.
Your husband shall arrive soon with his newest gift from the latest city his army has conquered; he's told you to prepare yourself, that this is something you've wanted for such a long time, what you deserve after your injury in battle.
To tell the truth you have no idea what he's prepared for you, the excitement sits at the pit of your stomach, heavy and warm against the bodice you're wearing.
You've styled your hair and used the sweetest fragrance you own, you've put a light dusting of makeup on your face and now you're pacing the length of the tent, waiting anxiously: you hate that you can't fight by his side, protecting him from his enemies, your injuries far too serious to accompany him anywhere near the battlefield that's not your shared tent.
You'd recognize his footsteps anywhere, you sit on the edge of the cot, hands under your thigh to still their trembling.
"My sweet beloved."
Before he can say anything else, you jump into Osferth's open arms, your legs finding their rightful place around his trim hips. Deaf to his words you cover his face in kisses like am hyperactive dog, until he manages to grab your chin one handed to stop you.
"Don't you want to receive your gift?"
His voice is deep, with an undercurrent of lust that ignites your own desire, your eyes falling only now on he leash he keeps wound around his hand.
He doesn't even wait for your response, he tugs at the leather and the most beautiful man you've ever seen steps inside the tent.
He's naked, wearing only a leather collar around his long neck, a light dusting of platinum hairs adorns his chest, abdomen and pubes, his nipples darker pink and already erect. His cock is magnificent, even flaccid as it is under your gaze, his stones heavy, the skin, you imagine, is as soft as velvet.
You let your eyes wander on the wall of muscles this man is, not a ounce of fat on his lithe body, a killing machine now under your power. Only when you meet his mismatched gaze you realize the importance of the gift your husband bestowed upon you.
"Is it...?"
Osferth doesn't let you finish your question, with a jerk on the collar he forces your gift to stand closer to you
"He is, the prince Aemond Targaryen."
You squeal in happiness, jumping up and down while clapping your hands like a maniac.
You've heard tales of his beauty and marring, you've never thought Osferth would fulfill the desire to have him as your own, you once told him.
Through this whole conversation he stays as still as a statue, and silent. If he's scared or embarrassed, you can't tell.
"Has he lost his tongue?" You ask, padding closer to him.
"No. He's just stubborn."
"Oh, I like that."
You stand close to him, your index following the hard path of muscles on his tummy and chest. His skin is so warm, warmer than Osferth's, his body hairs soft under your finger; you know he's reacting to your proximity thanks to the blossoming of goosebumps wherever your touch lands.
"He's all mine, isn't he?" You ask your husband.
"To play with when I am away." He smiles, darkly, and you know you're not going to be the only one enjoying this beautiful specimen.
You're not paying enough attention and Aemond grabs your wandering hand in a painful grip, before Osferth can do anything you stop him and stare into the lonely lilac eye boring into yours.
Under the cold mask you can see so many emotions: hate, disgust, rage, and the flame of something you can't name, yet. There is contempt in his eye, and something else you're not sure he's aware of, but you are.
You know you are beautiful, you're well aware of the power your body holds over men and women. You can see his eye darting to your breasts almost spilling over the tight neckline of your corset: he hates you, if he weren't held captive he would try to kill you, yet he can't help appreciating the spectacle of your curves, and you know it, even if he doesn't.
"Let's make a deal, you and I." You say leisurely, as if his hold isn't grinding your bones. "Let me worship your body like it deserves. If you don't make a sound, you're free to go, but if you spill the smallest whine, you're mine to keep and play with."
You can hear Osferth's intake of breath and elect to ignore it. Aemond's eye is as cold as ice as he stares at you, weighting his options with a soft humming you can barely hear; in your heart you want this beautiful specimen of a man to submit to you and let you do depraved things to him, until you both break down.
"Agreed."
His voice is ice in your ears, so cold you only want to hear him beg and whine under your caresses: you deserve it, he deserves it, your beloved husband does as well.
"Osferth, let him lie on the bed, tummy up." You order.
"I'm not letting go of the leash." At that Aemond simply sneers, almost choking when Osferth pulls on the leather again. "And if you try something stupid, you're dead."
"He will not." You interject, free hand grabbing Osferth's. "He'll have no brain left to do anything as soon as I am done with him."
"You wish, woman."
Someone else would feel put out by Aemond's contempt, you're simply excited by the prospect of breaking his controlled exterior.
Calmly you invade his personal space, making sure your clothed breasts push against the hard planes of his chest and your lips are at level with his.
"Go lie on the bed and show me how tough you are."
You have to hide the grimace of pain when he lets go of your wrist, which feels numb now: you're going to wear his marks tomorrow, the same way he's gonna wear yours.
With precise movements, Aemond lies flat on the bed, his long legs spread, soft cock laying on one muscular thigh; he stares at you, ignoring Osferth who is laying horizontally where the pillows are to keep an eye on him, his pupil expanding against his will when you remove your small clothes and he can see the hairs there. On purpose you don't remove your corset, he hasn't yet gained the privilege to look at your naked breasts, yet.
Slowly, telegraphing your movements, you kneel between his legs, noticing how his cock is stirring to life untouched: he's making it so easy for you!
He's so tense, the strong muscles of his ankles jump when lay your hands, simply caressing the prominent bones there, before slowly following up the long lines of his muscles. You can feel the trapped energy his body holds, the anxiety for what's to come that tenses his muscles into strings ready to snap at any given moment, yet you continue your gentle ministration, trying to help him relax. His cock seems to appreciate your efforts, slowly hardening and oh! He's a grower, not that his cock wasn't impressive to begin with. Your eyes dart to his face, which is still set in that stony expression he wore the moment he set foot in your tent, what he feels betrayed by the fire in his eye.
His thighs jump when your hands approach the delicious junction with his hips, his translucent hairs so soft under your palms, you'd caress him for hours, but there's his half hard cock to look after, and his heavy balls: you don't have the whole night.
You stretch one hand and Osferth already knows what to do, his tongue licks your palm and you can see the dark smile on his face: he's been at your mercy for hours, begging and crying for you, there's no way this haughty prince will beat you at this game.
Gently you cup Aemond's half hard cock, feeling the weight and the steel under the soft velvet of his skin. With a loose, slow fist, you caress him into full hardness, paying close attention to his head, red and weepy already; under you, he bites down his lip and grabs the bedding with a desperate grip: it has been so long since...
His hips jump off the bed when the tip of your devious tongue licks his base playfully, before following the vein under his erection; you're taking your time, tasting him until all you can feel is him, masculine and heady, letting the loose 'O' of your lips envelope his cock head.
Your mouth is a furnace, he has to stop himself from whining as soon as you start taking him in, moaning at his girth, his hips trying to follow your movements when one hand grabs what you can't swallow; your touch now is stronger, angling his cock to your leisure, your mouth trailing kisses up and down his shaft, teasing him with kitten licks that have his hips jump under your face, his teeth mauling his lower lip to keep silent.
The bedding rips as soon as you start mouthing his heavy balls as you jack his cock, slowly, with a tight fist, tongue following the shape of his sacks. Aemond can feel the tears spilling from his eyes, it's so hard to keep quiet when you're devouring him, sucking on his heavy stones, moaning against his body and Gods your hand! So soft and hard at the same time, torturing him so slowly, teasingly, he can feel your touch all over his body!
The more his silence lasts, the more ravenous your hunger for him becomes, the more desperate your lips on his body kiss and mouth at his soft skin as he trembles and squirms under your ministration, his control unraveling with every passing second. You're so warm against him, the vibrations of your moans travel through his body like lightning, his cock and balls hurt with every pass yet he can't get enough of you.
A scream is tore out of him when you deepthroat him and push your thumb against his stones to separate them, index finger massaging his prostate from the outside.
Whines cascade from his lips now and broken pleas for mercy when you tighten your throat around his shaft to massage him mercilessly: you're velvet around him, you burn like fire, his abused nerves tortured by you sing and scream all over his body.
Desperate Aemond tries to stop his orgasm, the band in his belly so tight it hurts to breathe, broken pants and whines all he can manage as he feels the tide growing and growing, taking his sanity away, his long body squirming under you, back arching painfully, until he comes inside of you, and you suck him, ravenous, hungry for his taste.
Aemond's body lays on the bed, chest raising and falling fast, his eye unfocused on the ceiling; he whines when you hover over him to kiss him, his seed on your tongue like ambrosia, your tongue wicked against his.
He is so tired now, he just wants to sleep in your arms.
"Dōna jorrāelagon, sweet love." He whines and you immediately understand that playtime is over.
"I'm here, I'm here."
You hold his bigger body tight as Osferth brackets him from behind.
"Are you all right?" He asks, concerned.
You and Osferth can see how hard it is for him to switch from High Valyrian and give him time to get his gears in motion.
"So tired." He whispers. "Take this off?"
As fast as you can, you remove your corset to let him push his face against your naked breasts.
"Is it good tired or bad tired?" You can't help but ask.
Aemond hums against you, breathing your scent in.
"Good tired."
You can feel relief wash over you. You were afraid of hurting him when he proposed to act out this little fantasy of yours, you were scared of his demons, and yours, coming out and ruin everything.
"May we continue this, later?" He asks, voice muffled by your breasts.
"Anything you want." Osferth answers from behind him.
"You deserve a taste of your prize, as well."
Aemond can't see Osferth's eyes cross at the thought, he's asleep between your bodies, in his dreams, he's already started to play again.
Warnings: nipple play, nipple piercings, nipple weights, overstimulation, a bit of pain play.
A/N: the two requests came one after another and they complement each other perfectly, I had to mash them: they're *chef's kiss*
NSFW and 18+ only please!
The light chain is dainty in his hands, small rings so light he can barely feel them against his palm; the weights as well, two small beads he can attach to his nipple rings.
"Are you sure?"
You let your chin rest on Aemond's shoulder as your eyes focus again on the elegant jewelry in his hands. He doesn't immediately respond, his eye still caught by the play of the light against the shiny metal.
"I am." He, then, answers, turning his head to kiss your cheek.
He's been given the full green light by the piercers, to do whatever he wants with his nipple piercings, since they're fully healed.
"Shall we?"
You can see the way Osferth is vibrating in his own skin with excitement and you'd be lying if you said you don't feel the same: Aemond 's chest area is so responsive, almost to a ridiculous degree. With the addition of the piercings his responses have skyrocketed, even when you three couldn't play with them too roughly because his nipples were still healing; now you're curious of what his body could do.
Your hands idly caress Aemond's tight abs, he's so ripped it is almost unreal how the cords of muscles play under your fingers, you can feel the excitement coursing through his body as Osferth, slowly, attaches one weight on the right nipple, and the twin on the left; the moan that leaves Aemond's parted lips runs through you, adding fuel to the fire of your desire.
"How does it feel?" Osferth asks.
Against you Aemond moans again and rolls his hips, his cock already hard and leaking obscenely against his tummy.
"You're so pretty, sweetling, all bejeweled of us." You murmur in his ear, feeling the shudder coursing through his body. "You just need one little thing to be perfect."
On cue, Osferth's index finger curls in the hoop of Aemond's collar to support his already lax body in a sitting up position, while you crawl in front of him with the long chain dangling from your fingers.
Aemond's chest rises and falls fast, torn as he is between pleasure and excitement, the weights on his nipples stinging deliciously; because you can, you pull on his nipple, forcing the small ball downwards, only to let go suddenly, letting it bounce against Aemond's chest as he whines, his long back arching at the sudden painful sensation.
"Good boy." You drawl.
Seeing him so raw and needy ignites the darker part of your brain, the one that wants this beautiful, intelligent man, reduced into a moaning, screaming mess that lives for pleasure only.
You kiss his forehead after you've finished attaching the chain to his nipples, the silver now dangles against his chest, enhancing his beauty.
He looks so fuckable, ready to be taken, naked as he is, and hard, the black leather of the collar in contrast with his alabaster skin, his nipples a darker shade of pink adorned with silver: he's such a sight to behold, his whole body trembling with desire, his cock leaking delicious precome all over his abs.
He keens when Osferth tugs on the chain again and again, putting more weight with each pass, testing how far he can go before he has to stop. You're not idle either, you pull on the weight again, your eyes glued to the way Aemond's hips push upwards, fucking nothing as tears stream down his cheeks.
"You know the fun thing, sweetling?" You can see the way Aemond is desperately trying to focus on your words. "Those little things will dangle and move, no matter the position we fuck you, or you us. They're gonna pull and pull, and move with each push. I bet you'll come within seconds, and stay hard like a good boy for us."
Your words, the heath and desire they hide, the pleasure that spreads from his chest with every pull on the chain and ball, everything flies to his cock, liquefying his upper body strength: he wants to fall on his back and be taken, but he's not allowed, not with the way Osferth is grabbing the chain, keeping him sitting up, pulling at his chest with increasing strength. Aemond doesn't even realize there’s tears streaming down his cheeks, or that his hips are pumping against nothing as you take one bead between your teeth to suck and bite on the delicate skin of his nipple, all he feels is pain that morphs into pleasure, that blurs everything in his mind: his words, his desire, his control.
He's painting, saliva dripping from his open mouth, small sounds of pleasure escaping as the band of need in his belly tightens and tightens as you both suck and tug on the weights and the chain as his cock slaps against his abs with the force he's fucking the air.
His muddled brain knows what you two want, spurred on by the lewd encouragement you two are murmuring against his chest, the pleasure rising like mist that muddles his mind, the pain when Osferth lets go of one bead, only to pull at it again, never giving him the chance to catch his breath, your tongue flicking the nub of his nipple, moving the weight around as he cries and keens and cants his hips like a desperate dog. Everything comes crashing down, his seed exploding against his abs as you two keep playing with him, forcing his orgasm to continue, until you two let him fall on the bed, his tears streaked face red and hot.
Aemond's hips jump when Osferth's calloused palm curls around his erection: he's still as hard as diamond, as if his balls haven't drained themselves until it hurt.
"You were right." He hears him say. "Still ready, like a good boy."
Aemond's lonely eye roams the room as Osferth lazily jacks him with a loose fist, the pleasure now a simmering warmth that makes him want to curl up and doze in it until you two deem him ready to go again. He hiccups a moan when he sees you adjusting the strap around your hips, selecting one of the dildos.
"You did so good, Aemond, my sweet boy." You say with a smile. "Now go on all fours for your reward."
His whole body shudders, for a moment he can't move, can't breathe, imagining all the ways you two are going to have him: his body yours for the whole week end.
"What's your color?"
Osferth's hand stops playing with his cock and travels to his chin to cup it tenderly.
Osferth's chapped lips find his forehead in a tender kiss and then travel to his eyes to drink his tears away gently, in such a different way from how he has mouthed and bitten his nipples, Aemond melts against him, the love he feels for you two overcoming his senses.
"Kasta, kostilus. Green, please." He babbles.
"I'm so proud of you."
He lays pressed between you two for minutes, soaking up in your shared affection, deaf to the world outside.
He burrows in your combined embrace a tad longer, dozing in the love you're giving him. Perhaps five more minutes, a bit more of this tenderness and then you can make him cry and beg again, until his body gives out. He’s fair game until he uses his safeword anyway, isn’t he?
"Sir. Gūrogon nyke sir. Now. Take me now." He murmurs against your chest, his voice dreamy and distant.
"Are you sure?" You ask, he's falling into subspace, you realize.
"Kessa. Jaelan ziry. Yes. I want it now." He whines.
Osferth is extremely loud when he subs, once he and reader had the cops called on them by his neighbors.
Can we get a whole oneshot on this??? Also is this before or with Aemond?
Hi nonnie! Sorry for the late reply!!! I hope you'll enjoy it (even though I'm months late!!!)
NSFW and 18+ under the cut
Warnings: sub!Osferth, dom!reader, riding crop usage, spanking, cockring usage, use of a chastity belt on a man, bondage, dom/sub dynamic, orgasm control, orgasm denial, talk of ruined orgasm, handjob, a dash of unhealthy copying mechanism.
Osferth can't control the pain anymore, all the screams he kept locked behind gritted teeth come pouring out as the crop slaps his ass in fast, precise motions.
The skin is raw already, each blow makes him squirm against the restrains holding him upright and he can't contain himself anymore, screams of anguish and pain pour from his parted lips as streams of tears flow down his cheeks.
Anything for you, he'd do anything to win your trust, to show you he's not like the man who's hurt you so badly!
You've released his cock from the cage, but kept the cockring so that his erection slaps painfully against his abdomen when he moves too fast and you can flick the reddened head whenever you desire.
"You have no idea of how beautiful you are in chains, Osferth." You say with a sweet voice.
His hips kick when your soft hand curls around his straining cock: he hasn't felt anyone's touch, not even his own, in so long he whines like a wounded animal, the pathetic sounds turning into screams when your hand jacks him fast, his hips following your movements without his control. So close, he's so close, you'll have pity on him and let him come, will you?
A scream is torn from his mouth when you stop with a cruel smirk on your lips.
"My sweet Osferth." Your hand wounds in his short strands to lift his head. "I give you a choice, since you've been such a good boy: you stay in chastity a little big longer and show me how good you can be, or I let you come, but ruin your orgasm. You can look into my eyes, sweet lover."
Shyly his big baby blues stare into yours with so much trust you almost decide to risk it all and let him come inside of you, finally, but then fear stabs your heart again, hardening it against any gentler resolve.
Osferth bites his lower lip, his thoughts are muddled by pain and desire: a ruined orgasm is better than none, right? You've kept him in chastity for so long he wakes up humping the bed in the desperate attempt to find relief. But he doesn't want to disappoint you. He lives to show you how good, how trustworthy he can be: your perfect boy who will never hurt you, or let you down.
"Please, let me stay in chastity longer, please." He begs with a broken voice.
"Are you sure, my light? Don't you want to come?" Your voice is so falsely sweet it hurts your ears.
"I'll come when you deem right. Please!".
Tears fall from his eyes again, in a panic he tries to set himself free to kneel in front of you and beg you more. He only calms when your lips find his sweaty forehead to kiss him gently.
"Good boy, you're my good boy Osferth. I'm so proud of you. Breathe now, so good my Osferth, good boy."
Once he's calmed, you stare at him, long body held upright by the chains hanging from the ceiling, a layer of sweat covering the straining muscles, adorned by your marks, old and new.
"I'm going to use the crop on your cock, now. Ten slaps as a reward for being so good. Will you scream for me?"
His lovely eyes fill with fear as he sees you gently push his erection against his belly to keep it still.
"Thank you, my love." He sobs.
You don't spare your strength, letting each slap fall harder and harder on his abused cock, the demented part of your brain where your fear lives reveling in his screams and pain.
The loud knocks and sharp voices screaming 'Police! Open up!', drag you two out of your little world of pain.
Scrambling you unlock the chains from the cuffs around his wrists and grab Osferth's T-shirt to cover your half naked body. On unstable feet Osferth follows you, pulling the bedsheets around his slim hips to hide his erection.
"Hello?"
You both try to appear as normal as possible, too bad Osferth's front is covered in marks and he's still wearing the cuffs you, on the other hand, are still holding the riding crop in your hand.
The cops give you two a knowing look, barely hiding their smirks, and tell you two to keep it down or they'll have to file a report next time.
You and Osferth are both torn between embarrassment and the laugh bubbling in your chest. He breaks first and you follow, incapable of stopping.
"Come." You finally manage to say. "Let's have a shower, we both need it."
***
"And that's the story of how we managed to have the cops called on us."
Osferth adds, never stopping shaving the piece of wood in front of himself.
"That's why you two live in the woods?"
Aemond can't help but ask, torn between being horrified and surprised. You didn't appear to be this weird when he first met you.
"No." Osferth deadpans. "That's because she had already bought this place when we met. Fun times. But I'd lie if I'd say that no pesky neighbors comes in handy, most of the times."
Valentine's Day is coming soon, may you always be loved by your family, friends and readers of your blog❤️By the way, how are your polys doing? What are their plans on this special day?
Hi sweet nonnie!!! Stupid Tumblr didn't notify me of your lovely message!!! I hope you'll always be loved and cherished by the people in your life!!!
As for the polys, they're getting ready to celebrate Valentine's day!
SFW but 18 + only please!
Billy and reader are going to exchange rings with Tom! They're married and want to have something to symbolize their bond to Tom as well. It's going to be a surprise: a nice homemade dinner and a small box they can't wait for Tom to open!
Billy is, for another year, dragging Michael around to buy some cute decorations for his flat, and chocolate! They're going to stay home and watch stupid movies. Yeah, Michael is going to complain about how stupid this day is, but he's secretly elated to spend a quiet night with his lovers.
As for the OG!Poly? They have big plans: the kids are at Uhtred's, there's a nice dinner ready to be eaten, the fire is blazing. And those three are conked out on the sofa, too tired after a work and three children! Maybe they're going to be luckier next time!
How about the first time Aemond sucked off Osferth? 🫣
Hi nonnie! I went for the first time Aemond sucked Osferth off, solo!!!
NSFW and 18+ only
Warnings: kissing, oral (M receiving).
Like all the best things in life, none of this was planned. You were at school, fighting tooth and nail against the PDA committee and their interference with the school library, Osferth was in full repair mode in the workshop and Aemond was in need of a breath of fresh air, away from the home office and all the Zoom meetings that could have been emails.
He had told himself that hanging out with Osferth would be a good way to recharge his mental batteries, even though he can't do DIY to save his life, the air of the workshop always seems to help clear his overworked brain.
His plan was simple: hang out with Osferth, pass him the tools he might need and wait until his brain didn't feel like mush anymore.
How and why Osferth is laying on the workbench with his grey gym shorts forgotten on the floor and Aemond between his legs, Aemond can't really say.
Osferth was working shirtless, but that's usual, had shot Aemond a bright smile, which is normal for him, what was out of the ordinary was the response Aemond could feel from his body, at the sight of Osferth's naked back, the play of his muscles under his tanned skin and the stark line of the scar next to his right scapula. It almost feels like he's never seen Osferth's body, if Aemond has to be honest with himself; truth to be told, he's slowly accepting his sexual desires and newborn kinks, far more easily now than the way he did before. Is this the reason? Not that his body cares, now that all his blood is running down his growing erection and all he can think is the way Osferth begged and cried last night, while you were sucking him off.
Aemond doesn't hear what the other man asks, deafened by the rush of the blood in his ears. Almost on wooden legs he walks towards him and plasters himself on Osferth's back, kissing his long neck slowly.
"Tell me what you need." Osferth asks him, breathless already.
"You."
Aemond answers, hungry, cupping his cheek to kiss him, passionately, his lust skyrocketing when Osferth's whole body goes slack under his, ready to be devoured.
Pushing him on the big workbench positioned in the middle of the room comes easy to Aemond, as is pushing Osferth's underwear and shorts down his long legs, until he's bare, and hard, under Aemond's gaze.
If Aemond had given himself time to think, he would chicken out, but his brain is drowned in lust and need, any coherent thought forgotten. Hungry he kneels and grabs Osferth's weeping erection, his tongue curious as it explores the bulbous head with slow licks and soft moans at the taste, foreign and familiar at the same time.
Under him, Osferth's long body squirms, his back arches when Aemond, slowly, starts taking more and more of him in his mouth; the infernal warmth has Osferth's eyes cross, the hesitant, inexperienced way Aemond sucks his cock is a torture Osferth feels in his whole body. He wants to buck his hips, grab the platinum strands and control his lover's movements, he has to keep this desperate strand of control over himself, or he'll fuck Aemond's mouth savagely.
Aemond's hips move on their own, his trapped erection brushes painfully against the wet cotton of his underwear, faster and faster as his mouth moves up and down the thick cock between his lips. He whines, desperate, when his gag reflex wins, wanting, needing to feel all of what Osferth can give him, his taste is all he can register, as he takes what he can with moans that make the other man's hips jump under him.
Osferth tries to warn him that he's about to come, tries to dislodge Aemond's head who, stubbornly, keeps sucking and licking and moaning at the taste, almost choking on Osferth's essence, swallowing what he can and letting the rest slide down his chin.
Breathless he lets his head fall against the inside of Osferth's thigh who blindly grabs for him as he tries to catch his own breath, before joining him on the floor to languidly kiss him.
"Tell me you're finished for today." Osferth asks him, feverish.
Aemond's thoughts are hazy, drunk as he is on the endorphins; he knows there's still some paperwork pending, nothing he can't do later, or tomorrow and tells Osferth, who smiles, hungry, as he lays him on the floor and makes a quick work of Aemond's clothes, observing his beautiful body on display, and the angry red erection that's begging to be played with.
Hello beautiful angel, how are you? I really miss your writing and I hope you're okay. I also miss all your polys - how are they doing? What are their plans for this year?
Hello sweetheart!!! I'm doing fine, thank you for asking!!! I miss writing and I'm hoping 2025 will bring more of that in my life!!!
All the polys are doing amazing!
The OG!poly is all lovey dovey and talking about having children! Is their firstborn, Wilmǣr Aenar (baby Will), a 2025 baby? Who knows. Have no doubts: they're trying very, very hard!!!
The Cringies are neck deep in running the pub (Billy, who has fully taken over from the old owner) and university work (Michael is planning how to steamroll his opponents in the academic ladder and you're deciding in which field of medicine you're going to specialize).
The war boys are navigating your new job in the publishing field and how the huge amount of drafts you bring home to read, seems to multiply by the day!
The bitchy poly is, for lack of better words, fucking bitchy as per usual! You're happy that Tom hasn't killed Michael, and vice versa. You're thinking about investing in better ear plugs because, if you are awoken by one of their arguments ever again, someone will die, and it's not going to be you!
Last, but not the least, the nerdy poly are back in school after their exams and the holidays! Your rugby team is training for a big match, both Michael and Aemond are popping by the training field as much as they can and have, already, planned to clear their busy study schedules to be at the match to support you!!!
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader x Osferth and all the combinations thereof.
Synopsis: the lovely anon requested OG!Poly either prompt #1 or #8 from this prompt list. I went with #8 and for a University!AU because why not?
Warnings: a dash of angst with a happy ending, kissing, edging, biting, fingering, oral (f receiving), discussion of limits, a bit of demeaning language, p in v sex, anal, titty sucking.
A/N: your request is finally here nonnie! Sorry for the long wait!
NSFW and 18+ only please!
“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”
Aemond’s voice is husky in your ears, Osferth’s big hands help you open your legs more, until he can hook them behind his, baring you to your other lover’s burning eye.
This is not how you expected to end your night but it’s definitively a better way than what you’d imagined.
When you started uni, you never expected to find yourself in a three way relationship by the third year, and not with Osferth, the sweetest member of the Tau Lambda Ki fraternity, and Aemond, the brother of the head of the other fraternity, The Beacon.
You three had all the reasons to keep your relationship under wraps, but you never expected Aemond and Osferth to disappear from your life right around graduation. You never hoped whatever you three shared to survive university, but that they would drop you without a word, and Aemond… You don’t want to go there, you don’t want to think about the sweet moments you three had shared, and the filthy ones, and the movies you three watched together, and the songs and…
You abruptly stand up before you start crying and ruin your make up, the chair falling behind you in the haste of your movements,: those two imbeciles don’t want to be in your life anymore? Well, you feel sorry for them! You look so cute in your summer dress and you three could have a last encore, before leaving university: their loss! You’re going to the party all the fraternities have organized and have all the fun you can get, and if you’re hooking up with someone? Even better!
You can feel the thump of the bass in your blood an in your head, it beats with every breath you take and cancels the pain stabbing you when you see all the happy couples kissing around you; not that you, Osferth and Aemond could even think about pulling a stunt like that, but…
Cursing you stomp towards the bar, hellbent in getting drunk; on your way there you see Osferth’s friends in the distance and longing stabs you again. Angry you slam the money on the counter and drink the vodka down in one gulp, the alcohol burning you throat, the peachy taste lost.
You drown two more shots before throwing yourself in the sea of bodies again, swaying following the people around you, skin on skin your body moves around the dance floor, with your eyes closed you don’t see where you’re landing, the alcohol muddling your desire to care.
You feel yourself becoming one with the people around you, their heartbeats yours, your sweat mixing with theirs, their skin brushing on yours as you glide through the crowd, the flash of the strobe lights painting galaxies under your closed eyelids.
You feel hands on your hips, warm and big they glide over the cotton of your dress and you push yourself against the foreign person touching you, your ass moving against their front as you feel them hugging you from behind to pull you backwards some more, until you two are hidden from everyone else.
“Finally found you!” Osferth’s voice is still soft in your ear, even when he has to fight the blast of music deafening all of you. “I’ve missed you, my sweet.”
You tense up immediately and turn around to face him; he’s standing with a big smile on his face, his hands still on your hips.
“You must be kidding me!” You growl, swatting his hands away.
“Why? What happened?”
Without even thinking, you slap the kicked puppy expression off his face and storm away, his voice calling after you.
In a whirlwind you run outside, barely missing a couple of waiters and their trays. You don’t even say you’re sorry, pain and rage blind you, so are the tears welling up in your eyes; you’re not sure if someone has seen you, and you don’t care, you yell at the girl working at the cloakroom to give you back your jeans jacket and start running towards your dorm as soon as she manages.
You realize how stupid you have been when you can hear no sounds around you and see how dark the night is, moonless, the road barely illuminated by the sparse street lights.
The club is in the former manufacturing part of town; while most of the firms have moved away from the area, the buildings are almost all boarded up and closed, giving the neighborhood a creepy atmosphere. You are positive no one is around, but can you be sure, with all the overgrown vegetation where the parking lots used to be? Are small animals causing the sounds you hear around yourself?
Anxious you tighten the lapels of your jacket closed over the neckline of your dress, walking faster when you start to hear footfalls behind you: turning back is not an option anymore and there’s no shuttle bus working on this road. You curse under your breath and start walking faster, curling the strap of your bag around your hand to use it as a weapon as you try to book an Uber: you need to get to the main road, where people are and you can be seen!
The footfalls sound closer to you, dangerously so, and you break into a run when you start seeing the shapes of cars in the distance: you need to get there, it’s not too far away, not too far…
A hand curls around your free wrist and pulls you backwards, out of fear you use the momentum to swing your bag to your assailant's head, screaming like a mad banshee you keep hitting and hitting, until someone else tries to grab your swinging arm and you kick them in the shin, teeth snapping like a rabid dog.
“It’s us! Are you out of your mind???”
“Aemond? Osferth?”
You walk a couple of steps backwards, eyes leveling the two men who are staring at you with their hands raised in front of their chests; you must have hit Aemond, his usually perfect hair is mussed, the eye patch askew on his face.
“What were you two thinking?” You’re screaming with adrenaline and fear still coursing through your veins.
“Why were you running? We couldn’t keep up!” Aemond bites back, angry and hurt.
“I’m all alone in a bloody back road and I head footsteps! What was I supposed to do?” You march until you are face to face with him. “And why do you care now?”
Aemond and Osferth share a perplexed glance and then stare at you owlishly; if you weren’t that angry you’d laugh in their faces.
“We always care?” Osferth approaches you cautiously with his hands still raised.
“Do you?” You whip your head around and Osferth steps back, scared and confused. “You two disappeared on me! Barely responded to my texts. And you Aemond, I know what you’re doing with your professor!”
“You’re jumping to the wrong conclusion.” Aemond answers coldly, his back straightening unintentionally. “You should get a grip on yourself.”
For a second you are too surprised to say anything, to move, even: how dares he?
Your hand connects with his scarred cheek before you can even realize what you’re doing, the only sound you can hear is Osferth’s surprised yelp.
“Go fuck yourself Aemond, better, go fuck your professor. I thought you were better than that!”
You turn around, you feel the tears threatening to fall again and you’re never going to let them see how much it hurts; Osferth’s hand grabs your wrist before you can walk away form them.
“Aemond is acting like an idiot…”
“Hey!”
“… but he would never do that to you, to us.”
“Let me go, now!” Your voice trembles and it’s so hard not to cry.
“Let us explain, sweet beloved.”
“There’s nothing else to say. You two have moved on, I would have appreciated the head’s up.” You sob.
“You’re such an idiot. Sometimes I wonder why I have fallen in love with you.”
Aemond’s words freeze you on the spot: love? When did any of you talked about love?
“You know how hard it is to switch law schools so late in the year?” Aemond adds, trying to keep his own rage under control.
You turn around to look into his eye: now you’re the one confused.
“The reason why we haven’t been able to be more present is that we have been trying to switch to the uni where you’re going to do your teacher training.” Osferth tells you, gently.
“No, wait, what?” You can feel the gears in your brain halt to a stop.
“Alys, Professor Rivers, was helping me with switching law schools and Osferth has managed to get a place in a different Theology School than the one he applied for earlier this year. All to be with you!”
You feel your knees buckle and it’s all thanks to Osferth’s hold on you that you don’t fall on your ass.
“Why didn’t you two tell me?”
“We couldn’t risk getting your hopes up, not without being sure.” Osferth gently cups your cheek.
You let your face fall against Osferth’s chest, shaking with all the violent emotions that have been plaguing you for days and he hugs you tight with one hand, with the other he grabs Aemond so that he can hold you from behind, effectively sandwiching you between them.
“Why are you crying?” Aemond asks against your hair, aren’t you supposed to be happy?
You don’t answer immediately, your brain is still frozen up, all the information hitting your overworked gears: coming with you? Changing schools?
“You said you love me!”
You can feel Osferth’s chest rumble with a laugh he can barely control, behind you Aemond huffs.
“We always had, sweet beloved.” Osferth murmurs against your hair.
“You never expressed it! With words!”
“Did you need us to?” Aemond asks behind you, surprised.
You manage to evade their gentle hold to stare into their surprised faces: for being two guys in your age group, they are pretty smart and make you forget that they are still men, therefore they need to be told to do things, even expressing their feelings.
“Yes, Aemond. How do you expect me to infer that?”
Aemond’s brows knit at your question: wasn’t it implied to all your interactions?
“Why did you think we were with you?” Osferth looks even more perplexed than Aemond is.
“The great sex? We had loads of that.”
“We spent time together, gevie, why would I waste my time watching those awful horror movies, if not because I am in love with you?”
“Because we fucked afterwards. We always did, after any sort of activity we did together. I thought it was the endgame here.”
And it hurt. If you are being honest with yourself, all your couplings with them had been great, the best you ever had, but left you with a sour taste in your mouth when you had started to develop unwanted feelings you believed were unreciprocated. How were you supposed to know? Aemond is intense, but never expresses his feelings outward and Osferth… Osferth goes around a lot: under the cute smile he’s insatiable and very good in bed, he's probably slept with all the sorority members on campus, and some of the fraternity guys as well (you don’t know he’s stopped after the fist time he’s gotten a taste of you). Based on all of this, why would anyone think those two idiots are in love?
“Perhaps we had some communication issues.”
You bark a laugh at that: Osferth wants to become a pastor and being able to communicate is kinda big in that line of work, you have always thought, and he can’t even let you know how he feels about you.
“What’s so funny? I wasn’t joking!”
“I’ll tell you later, Osferth.” You answer.
“What about you? Why didn’t you say it out loud?” Aemond asks, so aggravated you can’t help but laugh again.
“First, what makes you think I am reciprocating your feelings?”
You see the panic under the mask of coldness Aemond always wears: you love when you manage to make him shake in his boots.
“Second, to then see you run away? You don’t say ‘I love you’ to the guys you think are in just for a booty call, you dummy!”
For a second you are afraid he’s going to faint himself, if you have to go by the way his body visibly relaxes, then his pride wins and he grabs you by your arms, forcing you to stumble against him.
“You’re going to pay for that.” The darkness in his voice makes your knees weak.
“And there I thought you were the one who likes it when I get the upper hand.” You growl back, your hands managing to grab his long hair to pull on them.
“Now, now, now.” Osferth hugs you from behind. “Shall we move this somewhere more private?”
“Do you two deserve it? After the stunt you two pulled?” You love fucking with his brain as well.
“We might have planned this wrong…” Aemond starts.
“You did, I wanted to be clear from the get go!”
“Whatever, Osferth. We thought it was a good plan…”
“What he’s trying to say is: we fucked up, please let us make this up to, please?”
You don’t answer immediately, you love that it’s them now marinating into uncertainty.
“And how do you plan do reach your goal?”
Aemond hums, the vibration from his chest travels pleasantly through your body.
“Let us show you once we are somewhere less… open.” He answers.
“You can do better than that, Aemond.”
Purposely you slide up his long body, making sure that your breasts are pushing against the expensive cotton of his shirt; the pupil of his eye devours your movements and you can feel his cock harden against you.
“Bookshop date, on my card.”
“Interesting, but you can do better.”
Osferth snickers behind you, he knows what you're after.
“Sushi at that super expensive place, afterwards.”
“And…?”
Aemond uhms, his eye focused on the cleavage pushing out of the low neckline of your dress.
“Then he drives you somewhere nice and secluded to ravish you on the hood of his car.” Osferth says.
“What? No! Leave Vhagar out of this!”
“Aren’t you tired of standing at the side of the road?”
“Don't think you can get off the hook so easily, mister!” You tell Osferth. “And keep your hands off my tits!”
Osferth’s hands stop their ascent up your ribcage and he makes a sad sound behind you.
“What are you offering?” You ask him.
“I’ll do the packing for you. All your books.”
“Only that?”
Osferth puts his chin on your shoulder, you can imagine how much like a kicked puppy he looks now.
“I’ll wear the vibrating cock ring at the next Mass.” He concedes.
“See, it wasn't that hard.” You turn your head and kiss his cheek. “What about you Aemond? Do we have a deal?”
Aemond's eye falls on Osferth's hands, now cupping your soft breasts: he knows he's gonna fold, but he wishes he’d driven a better bargain.
“You don't hop on Vhagar’s hood with your heels on and I choose the place we go.”
“Fair enough.” You say with a smile. “Let's go home.”
Home is actually Aemond's flat. Like the good old money baby that he is, he doesn't have to live in a dorm or a fraternity, like you and Osferth; having a safe space like that helped you three keep the relationship hidden. You three have christened every surface and furniture, yet getting there makes your heart do somersaults every time.
You don't mind not driving shotgun, when you notice how eager Osferth is to open the passenger door for you; the car is old and sleek but, as all sports cars, doesn't have that much space in the back, for this reason you don't expect Osferth to follow you there and lay on you to start kissing you ferociously, his whole weight keeping you flat on the expensive leather, his hips grounding against the cotton of your panties, the short skirt of your dress bunched around your hips.
“I’m going to have your arse for that!” Comes from the general area of the driving seat.
“Please Aemond, don’t threaten me with the promise of a good time.” Osferth’s voice is muffled by your breasts but the moan he exhales can be heard perfectly.
Aemond doubles down on the gas, smoothly the car rumbles under your body, the vibrations adding to the pleasure of Osferth’s lips sucking on your nipple: you’ve missed his hunger for your body and his need to drive you mad, as much as you did his filthy moans of absolute pleasure at your taste.
“Out!” Aemond barks the second he’s parked Vhagar in the garage of the exclusive building he’s living in.
During the ride up to the highest floor you three have to play it nice, keeping your hands for yourselves, not wanting your effusions to be taped by security; when the door closes behind you three, you know you have nowhere to hide.
Fueled by all the pent up sexual frustration of the past few weeks, and the little show in Vhagar’s back seat, Aemond grabs the hem of your cute dress to roughly pull it off you, his hands go to your ass to pull you up, your legs falling around his trim waist as he kisses you, possessive and hungry, teeth nibbling at your lower lip, cock already hard against the wet patch on your panties.
Aemond throws you on his big bed, his eye focused on the cute matching lingerie set you’re wearing.
“You wanted to get laid.” He growls. “You went to the stupid party to hook up.”
“So what? You two ignored me for so long. I have needs.” You answer, opening your legs for them.
“You naughty little thing.” Osferth’s bare front connects with Aemond’s clothed back. “I think some punishment is in order.”
“Yes, yes it is.” He says, hunger dripping from every word.
You arch your back and slip your fingers under your panties with a long moan: you’re drenched and your clit is puffy already.
“Tell us.” Osferth murmurs in your ear when he sits behind you. “Did you touch yourself?”
“I did. Ah!” You whine when his bigger fingers start teasing your wet hole.
“Did you imagine us?”
“Like hell! I used anyone else but you two! I was angry!”
This earns you a harsh squeeze of your clit and Osferth’s promise to thoroughly punish your cunt when you two are alone.
“Let’s count your offenses.” Aemond’s voice is so low you can barely heard him. “Slapped Osferth then me, pulled that little stunt after our confession… What else? Ah, yes: you were ready to get laid without us and didn’t play with yourself thinking about us.”
“I was angry!” You try to retort.
“That’s the only reason why I am only going to edge you five times and not more: just one for every transgression you did.” Aemond says, calmly.
Before you can say anything, Osferth stops you.
“Do you truly want to risk adding to that? Because I have ideas.”
Oh, the smirk in his voice! You’ll make him pay as soon as possible, for the moment you elect to frown.
“I don’t think this cunt deserves any attention, but I’ve missed your taste too much.” Aemond growls with his hands on your knees, pushing your knees apart to the point where you feel your tendons pull, Osferth’s knees keeping you in position as Aemond darkly murmurs against your clothed pussy.
Aemond’s hands are big on your hips, his fingers grabbing at your skin possessively, least you forget to whom you belong to; he mouths at your clothed center, the friction of the wet cotton on your oversensitive clit and his quick tongue make you arch and whine, seeking the pleasure he so carelessly gives you, only to remove his face with a dirty laugh, when pleasure crests, only to stop abruptly.
You know better than complain, but you can’t help frustrated sound that escapes your lips.
“Thank him, sweet beloved. He’s doing this for you, for your character.” Osferth murmurs in your ear, hotly, his hands under the cups of your bra. “It opens on the front?” He adds, surprised.
“If we hadn’t already decided on five, that would have warranted at least another two missed orgasms, for parading around like a cheap whore ready for the taking.”
Aemond rarely demeans you, but when he does, it stings; if Osferth waren’t pinning you open like a butterfly, you’d curl into yourself, ashamed.
Aemond seems to pick on your feelings and gently kisses your forehead to then drag his lips down your nose and your eyes.
“Shh, gevie, shh. I know you are our good girl, shh. Do you want to show us how good you can be?”
“Yes.” You murmur with your face hidden against the side of Aemond’s neck.
“Are you going to take your punishment and thank Aemond like a good girl?” Osferth soothes you.
“I will. Just…” You hesitate. “Please don’t be mean? I can’t take it, not tonight?”
You put up a brave front, but after weeks of miscommunication you can’t deal with harshness: a wrong word and you’ll start crying. Your boys press you immediately in a tight hug, Osferth from behind, Aemond diving between your splayed legs, until your breathing slows down.
“Are you feeling better? We can stop if you want.” Aemond tells you.
Osferth voices the same feeling: he’s happy to torment you until you can’t physically take it anymore, but not to the expenses of your happiness.
“I want to go on. I want to be your good girl, please?”
“Anything you want, gevie, anything.”
With gentle kisses Aemond’s lips travel up your leg, until he can bury his nose in your drenched cunt and breathe you in: he’s missed you smell and taste, those past few weeks pure hell for him. With a wicked grin he helps you out of your panties and throws them in the general direction of the floor.
“What do you say: when we move together, you’re going to wear no underwear. We’re going to need full access all the time.” Osferth murmurs in your ear.
“Your cunt seems to like the idea.” Aemond says when you clench around nothing.
“Only if I get free access to you two. Turnabout is only fair, ah!”
“You can always have free access to us.” Aemond says with a smile, index finger gently caressing your bud. “Now, let me see how wet you can get.”
Osferth’s hands squeeze your breasts gently, feeling the softness of the skin, his fingers playing with your nipples as Aemond’s long digits explore your depths and curl to find your G spot, massaging it firmly, eye on your face, on your mouth opened to let out harsh breaths and moans. When his thumb finds your clit, it’s almost impossible for you to reign in your orgasm, the pleasure white hot burns your nerves and you have to bite on Osferth’s shoulder to keep a tight rein on your control.
A desperate groan and a whimper-y “Thank you” salute your second missed peak. You whine when Aemond starts sucking on your breasts, as Osferth gently caresses your thighs, helping you to calm down, before his fingers spread your lips again.
They play with your body like a fine tuned instrument. Their hands and mouths bring you up and up, only to curb your pleasure cruelly; you arch under their ministrations, sweat rolling down your skin, slick pouring out of your hole obscenely with every near miss.
By the third almost orgasm you abandon yourself against Osferth; with your eyes closed you’re simply putty in their hands, your body a bundle of nerves responding only to their combined wills: you’ll come when they’ll let you, their praises all you need to feel fulfilled.
“You are our best girl.” Osferth tells you sweetly once they’re finished with you.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to continue tormenting you? Go on all night?” Aemond asks with a wicked smirk on his face.
“Please.” You sound broken and miserable. “Please I need you two so much! No more teasing!”
“Shh my love. There’s no need to cry. Shh, anything you want.” Osferth says, squeezing you as tight as he can.
Your breath is still ragged when they lay you on the bed; they caress your skin with gentle strokes and leave small kisses on your face and neck until you laugh and squirm under them.
Osferth’s body covers yours, his warmth safe, the smell of his hair familiar in your nose as he nuzzles your neck; he moans when Aemond pours lube on his hole before start scissoring him gently, while you grind against Osferth’s erection as he tries to move, sandwiched as he is between your wet cunt and Aemond’s curious fingers: he can barely grind follow your movements.
Osferth’s long back arches, he trembles when Aemond’s fingers start touching his prostate lightly, not wanting to let him come too soon: Osferth is so precious when he’s letting go of his control, to just feel the love and desire you and Aemond have towards him.
Your teeth nibble the soft skin of Osferth’s long neck, those small hiccup moans he makes drive you mad: he’s so defenseless and needy, his orgasm so close his hips stutter against yours and he tries to beg when Aemond’s fingers fuck his arse with intent, hard and fast against his tight ring of muscles, making it almost impossible to reign his orgasm in: he wants to come inside of you, but it’s almost too much!
Osferth’s eyes are scrunched closed, his teeth bite his lower lip savagely in the vain attempt to keep a sliver of control against the dual assault: your cunt so wet and inviting, Aemond’s fingers that reach so deep inside of him he’s going mad with pleasure.
He tries to beg, to desperately form the words of his pleasure, all he can manage are those small whines that make your cunt clench and Aemond’s cock swell.
With a firm hand you grab Osferth’s short mop of hair; his lips are bitten raw and there’s tears at the sides of his closed eyes.
“Do you want my cunt? Do you want Aemond to fuck you raw?” You growl, your own need besting your thinning patience. “Say it out loud, I want to hear it!”
You can see the physical strain talking his for Osferth: the way his eyes are glossy with need, how his body contorts with desperation when Aemond starts scissoring again with deep, slow motions and all Osferth can do is open is mouth and babble and moan.
“That will not do, beloved: let me hear you out loud.” Aemond says with a smirk on his face, his fingers stopping their slow movements, just to see how Osferth's body trembles with frustration.
“Please…” He tries. “Fuck… oh God! Me please!”
“With pleasure.” Aemond growls.
Osferth’s body trembles so much that you have to slide a hand between your bodies to grab his erection and help him sink inside of you with a filthy moan; only when he’s bottomed out with a groan, Aemond starts breaching him gently, pouring too much lube on his cock to make sure he’s not harming Osferth, who is moaning and keening as his hips try to push back to follow Aemond’s movements.
The sound Aemond makes when he’s breached Osferth fully is beyond pornographic, carrying the promise of more pleasure; his hands are manacles on the other man’s hips and you don’t even try to suppress your own moans, full as you are, blocked under their combined weights you can’t even try to move, you can only bear the brunt of Aemond’s pushes and pulls, Osferth’s cock fucking against your G spot slowly, sensually, as he begs, his body trembling with the need to move and fuck you to his leisure.
He’s made to follow Aemond’s gentle rhythm inside of himself, those deep pushes that make him keen and beg for more, the same way you’re doing, your cunt massaging him tightly, with filthy, wet sounds that make Osferth shiver with need.
With trembling hands you manage to grab Aemond’s hips to push him fully inside of Osferth and still their movements; they both groan and moan with pleasure.
“Fuck yourself on Aemond’s cock.” You murmur against Osferth’s parted lips. “Show me how much you missed me.”
The desperation on Osferth’s face is clear, he’s holding on shards of control like a drowning man when he sees your lips around his small cross; to move between you two is pleasure and pain, is drowning inside of you and split himself open on Aemond’s raging erection, is to feel all the nerves of his body scream as his mind blanks and blanks and he’s reduced to a mindless animal who just wants pleasure, wants your cunt to strangle his cock and his prostate bullied, until Aemond has to grab his hips again to help him move, to fuck him fast and hard, using him to get the three of you off after weeks without a mere touch: this knowledge shatters Osferth’s fragile sense of self and he comes with a long scream of pleasure, his hips kicking brutally in Aemond’s hold, forcing you over the precipice, your whole body curling to envelope your two lovers, Osferth’s arse a vice so tight Aemond loses control as well and comes, copious, like he hasn’t in weeks.
You three are a trembling mess on the bed, hands searching and caressing, lips kissing all the available skin as your bodies come down from the high, all three having missed each other’s taste and proximity.
“Silly, silly boys. What were you two thinking?” you pant.
“Nothing smart.” Osferth replies, his brain barely managing to string words together.
“About keeping you safe and happy.” Aemond adds.
“Promise me you’ll never pull a stunt like that ever again?”
You can feel their eyes on your body, the desire they still have for you, and for one another.
“Never.” They say at the same time, before sealing their promise with a deep three way kiss that leaves you dizzy.
You three shuffle around the bed until you are between them, loopy with pleasure and happiness, your body slowly recuperating before another round.
You’re not sure who has turned the telly on, not that it matters when you are safe in your lovers’s embrace and finally know what’s the name of the feeling binding you three together: love.
have you ever written the first time poly!Aemond ate out reader 🧐
No, nonnie, but I am now!
It is strange not to have Osferth with you two. Not bad strange, simply peculiar, like walking on an unknown path and keeping all your senses focused.
NSFW and 18+ only please!
Warnings (oral F receiving, overstimulation, fingering).
You want to remember the figure Aemond cuts hovering over you, hair loose and eye patch still on; there's a part of yourself that wishes Aemond would trust you enough to let you see him whole, another that screams how much he believes in you and your feelings, by letting you worship his naked skin.
There's a thundering storm brewing outside, the lightning flashes through the huge windows of Aemond's condo and paints red the marks your lips have left on his body.
He's panting over you, his mouth slightly agape, his whole weight carried by his strong arms; the pupil of his eye is completely expanded, giving him a desperate, hungry look. You know, without seeing it, that his cock is completely erect and leaking on the black sheets, but it's not what he wants.
"Yes, Aemond." You moan, arching under him, enticing him into following his desires.
He's the first time he's doing this, alone with you, without Osferth's guidance and cheers from the sidelines; he's supposed to know what he's doing, yet he feels his heart tremble, torn between need and fear of failure.
He feels your palms on his cheeks, lighter you hold his scarred side, mindful, always mindful and caring.
"You make me feel so good, Aemond." You murmur, heated and hungry. "You're so good."
His mind flashes back to what you two have been doing, to his lips leaving kisses and hickeys all over your skin, to your sinful cunt already wet when his fingers have brushed against your labia and the way you had moaned, wanton and ready; you made him hungry for you, for your taste, and he still is, ravenous for you. What if he can't manage?
You're squirming under him, he fancies he can see the drops of perspiration on your skin and that he still holds the phantom of your taste in his mouth.
Careful he kisses a long path down your torso, following the love bites he's already left as your arch and offer yourself to him, to his soft lips and sharp teeth, light moans leaving your lips with every fleeting kiss he gives you.
You hear his groan when he reaches your mons pubis, his hands tremble when he slowly opens your lower lips, only to discover the tendrils of your wetness and need as you squirm under him and try to arch your mound closer to his lips.
"Please, Aemond!" You beg. "I need you, please baby!"
He moans when your fingers find home in his hair to gently guide him towards your center, before he gives your puffy clit a fast lick with the tip of his tongue that makes you grab at him tighter with a shrill cry of need.
Aemond's heart is beating like a drum in his chest he's almost positive you could hear it, yet he lays between your splayed legs and observes your hole clench desperately, for him.
It's heady the effect your desire has on him, it emboldens him with a rush of naked power he's never felt in his entire existence: you need him the same way he does you and the only thing he can do is honor this and mute the nasty voice in his head that's telling him he's going to fail.
He licks your clit with slow strokes, moaning at your taste, tangy and sweet on his tongue; he takes his time exploring you cunt, nibbling softly at your lower lips, kissing the inside of your tights, before his lips fasten around your clit, to suck, slowly, with long pulls as his hands grab your hips to keep you against his face.
You squirm under him and push towards him, your legs useless over his shoulders flail uncontrollably as his movements become faster and deeper, as he moans his pleasure against you, making you tremble like a leaf and pull at his hair, the pain spurring him on to suck faster as your arch and stiffen, before you come all over his face.
You abandon your body against his as he licks you clean with lewd sounds of pleasure.
You're still trembling when his tongue sneaks in your hole to slowly fuck you through your orgasm and you squeal his name, trying to dislodge yourself, to no avail: Aemond's hands are grabbing desperately at your moving hips, keeping you still for his slow exploration, enjoying the way your muscles tremble and clench around his tongue and his nose punishes your clit.
You try to dislodge his face, your feet push against his back to find leverage, and he simply latches to your poor clit again, fast now, hungry pulls of need and desperation that make you scream and cry out his name as he sucks and moans, torturing you with his own pleasure, with his palms against your hipbones keep you in place on the mattress as your hands scratch his head and your body fights the pleasure that comes barrelling towards you.
You're begging now that you've come again, pleading with him to let you have some respite; he's still so hungry for you, though, and drunk on your taste and smell that he just wants to drown into you, until there's no thoughts left in his head.
"No more, Aemond, please." You keen.
A part of him wants to stop, for your sake, another knows that you'd use your safeword (he's made you swear you will, he's not like Osferth who rarely needs one to know when it's the moment to stop), if you truly couldn't take it anymore.
He kisses the inside of your tights slowly, following the lines of your muscles, and up to your tummy, to give you a moment to catch your breath, but you can't fool him: your hole is still clenching, still hungry for him.
When he feels that your breathing has slowed, he breaches you with one long finger, and you moan, his big body the only reason you can't close your legs.
Patiently he explores your depths, moaning at the way you're strangling his digits, almost coming to the image of your cunt filled by his cock (too early, still too early, yet his mind wants to torture him). When he finds your G spot he massages it with slow movements, drinking down the way your hips follow his lead and wetness drips from your center.
Your puffy clit is his next victim, his lips find their natural home again, to suck leisurely, following the rhythm of his fingers inside of you, while is free hand grabs yours, teetering you to shore, to him as you moan and squirm under him.
"Give me another one and I will stop, please just one more." He begs against your center.
His cock twitches painfully when you moan and arch, your consent a fleeting 'yes' that dies on your lips when he starts sucking on your clit again, slowly, letting your orgasm grow and grow as your cunt strangles his fingers painfully.
You keen and sob when he helps you ride your orgasm out and he almost comes untouched to the desperate sounds you're making; his drenched hand flies to his cock to jerk it fast, his own pleasure a whiplash through his whole being.
You cuddle next to him, basking in his warmth; now he's the one fighting to get his labored breathing under control.
With a devious smile you grab his soiled hand and lick your combined comes, until you're fucking your own mouth using his digits.
"Gevie." He murmurs, feeling his cock twitch valiantly.
"None of that, my love. Now it's my turn."
