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cw: filth!!, licking, sniffing, dry humping, nipple play(m!receiving), degradation, praise, body worship(m!receiving), breath play(f!receiving), scent kink!!, coming in pants, face humping, (2.7kw).
n/a: idk what came over me. based on this post!! u can read this as a piece from the my hot husband au/universe or a stand alone!! i just wrote this with their dynamic in mind lol! enjoy! < 3
"mhm, you didn't bathe after the hunt," you mumbled, fingers lifting maekar's tunic upwards impatiently, revealing his stomach, with that soft pudge of fat at the bottom that you loved. the one pinched by his breeches, making the soft flesh hang just a little over the band of his pants. "good. that's how i wanted you."
your husband only grumbled, rough hands trying to stop you from revealing more skin. still, you were determined, swatting every attempt away with a disgruntled sound, making maekar even more annoyed.
"have you no shame at all, woman?" he grouched, face pinched in irritation as you lifted the tunic until it pooled under his armpits, revealing his chest and belly in all its glory. "disrobing me and pawing at my flesh like i'm nothing but a toy to be played with when i'm exhausted from the bloody fucking—"
but you were barely listening to what your husband was saying, and frankly, in that moment, you had no qualms about paying mind to what came out of his mouth. all you cared about was how good he looked in that moment, leaning back against the pillows of your bed, still sweaty and dirty from the royal hunt he attended, looking every inch a man. all muscle and sinew and gods, the smatterings of fine silver hairs all over his chest and belly, and all the way lower on his navel, where a white trail of hair led right beneath the waistband of his breeches, to his cock.
you almost sighed thinking of it. you loved your husband's cock. it was one of the best things about him.
"you're exhausted," you parroted, humming as your soft hands continued to caress his stomach, pressing your fingers in, kneading at the skin like a cat, leisurely and appreciative, eliciting a displeased groan from your husband. "so sit back and indulge me for a few moments, dear husband."
maekar only scowled at you, the furrow between his brows deepening, lip curling in a snarl as he leaned forward, trying to loom, to intimidate in hopes you would cease pestering him. "don't dear husband me, you aggravating woman," he gritted, teeth barred, akin to a dragon before it unlatched its jaws to breathe fire and ash in anger. it made you warm under your chemise. you loved when your husband was all snappy and indignant.
you leaned forward, undeterred by his little intimidation tactic, noses almost brushing as you spoke, your tone soft and persuasive, as if beckoning a wild animal that might bite. "you were gone for so long, and i have been here, all alone, missing you like a limb," you lamented, distracting him from the way your fingers trailed along the waistband of his breeches now, prodding at the pudgy roll of fat there, loving the soft feel of it. "the least you could do is yield to my whims for a while."
aware that it wouldn't be enough to placate your husband, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his scarred cheek, leaving chaste, sweet kisses on the skin as you murmured. "you always look so good after a hunt, husband," you appeased, relentless in your pursuit of what you wanted, especially when it was something as delicious as touching maekar freely without him grumbling in your ear incessantly. "makes me want to devour you whole," your tone was on the precipe of resembling a purr, lips descending towards the strong line of his jaw and down his neck, nuzzling at the sweaty skin in delight.
as always, he tried to persist, even as you felt his skin warm and flush under your lips, making your mouth curl into a satisfied smile. you had him exactly where you wanted him, even if he was still resisting.
"you're being ridiculous," and oh, he was already panting softly, broad chest heaving along with the warm breaths that brushed your temple as you littered his ruddy-skinned throat in wet kisses. "pouncing on me like a cat in heat the second, ah—fuck," he cursed right when your tongue laved at his skin, tasting the remnants of the hunt. the sweat, the grime, the dirt—him, musky and manly and oh so palatable. “stop. i reek of filth and—”
“and i love it,” you moaned against his throat, mouth parting to press open—mouthed kisses to the skin of his throat, tongue licking at every remnant of perspiration, catching it against your palate and savoring it like the finest arbor gold. “you smell s’ good, husband, gods. i want to lick you all over.”
it always got like this. the more disheveled he returned, the more aroused you got. shame had deserted you moons ago, being absurdly vocal about how much you enjoyed when your husband was anything but presentable and pristine.
maekar made an aborted sound at your words, already flushed all the way to the tip of his ears, one rough hand moving to clasp the back of your nape and squeeze in hopes of deterring your assault on his senses, but it seemed in vain. the touch only spurred you, a soft sound resembling a purr rumbling against his throat as you continued to press your tongue to his skin, dipping it to taste the touch of grime gathered in the hollow of his throat.
“filthy,” maekar snarled, fingers squeezing just so at your nape and pulling upwards, eliciting a disgruntled sound from you; a whine. your lips were slick with spit, cheeks flushed and eyes blown wide, hazy with heat and adoration, which only made the pressure of his hand increase, reprimanding you for how far gone you already looked. “you’re a filthy, dirty woman, you know that?” he spat, tone brooking on a growl. “always have been,” maekar continued, tightening his hold onto your nape, the pads of his fingers restricting your breath for just a moment, just enough to make you gasp, before he eased it. “getting hot and bothered by your soiled husband like a degenerate,” his thumb brushed against your throat, where he gripped prior, the closest thing to quiet tenderness you could get in that moment, but it made warmth spread through you regardless.
“what of it?” you challenged, dipping your head back to his throat, nosing along the flushed skin, your soft fingers resuming their pawing along his belly, pressing and prodding at the pudgy flesh there, nails scraping along the trail of fine hairs leading below his waistband, making your husband hiss. “it’s your smell i crave, your taste,—” another filthy lick, along the jut of his collarbones, before moving downwards towards his chest, where the smattering of hair was thicker, the smell of sweat and musk more pungent.
maekar tensed as soon as he felt your lips brush against one of his pecs, and you could feel the shiver that ran through him when the tip of your nose nudged a nipple, willing it to harden.
“don’t you fucking dare—”
you did it again, nosing at the pebbling bud once, twice. then, you licked it, slow and wet, circling the nipple with the tip of your tongue, flicking teasingly.
a garbled moan punched out of maekar’s chest, his hold on your nape tightening anew, his other hand fisting the sheets under him, white—knuckled and trembling with restraint. you could tell he wanted to shove you away, to haul you as far as possible from his body so he wouldn’t be able to feel all this, to have to succumb to your whims and depravity. but you also knew he liked it. craved your attention like poison in his veins. hated that he needed it. snarled and snapped his jaws while being half—hard already beneath his breeches, blushing from the tips of his ears to where your mouth was currently busied, lips parting to suckle noisily at his nipple, drawing out another restrained, delicious grunt from your husband.
“look at you,” he managed to bite out through gritted teeth, broad chest heaving under your mouth, voice thinner, breathier. “licking and sucking like a common whore,—”
but you didn’t let him finish, letting your teeth scrape against the bud, nipping at it enough to sting, halting his crude words, making him curse, back arching, pushing his chest more into your awaiting mouth. it was a reprimand, but also a sick, twisted pleasure. seeing your husband bucking and snarling under your lips and tongue was a sight you could never get tired of, much like right now, as you laved one last lick to his wet, swollen nipple, before nosing between his pecs through the fine hairs there, inhaling the scent of him like a woman possessed.
“how would you know what common whores do, mhm, husband?” you murmured, nuzzling along the underside of his pecs, letting your lips press against the skin in damp kisses as you descended towards his stomach, fingers still trailing along the hairs leading towards his navel. “have you been indulging without my knowledge?”
each question was a taunt, like dangling a hunk of meat under a dragon’s nose, waiting for it to bite. and you loved nothing more than to taunt your dragon until he bit, until you could feel his teeth sink in, metaphorically or not.
and he always bit.
“you think i would debase myself with some pleasure house wench?” he snarled, violet eyes glinting with something close to offense, which made you preen quietly, warmth spreading through your chest like drizzled honey.
as you nosed along his stomach, you couldn’t help but breathe him in again, mouth parting in soft pants as your eyes fluttered, the musk of him stronger the closer you got to the V—shape of his hips. “i would hope you wouldn’t, dear husband,” you mouthed along his belly, tongue poking out to lick at the skin, tasting him again. “i would be thoroughly scorned if you so dared,” another lap of your tongue, slow and filthy, this time along the trail of hair near the waistband of his breeches, feeling a slight tickle onto your palate.
but, gods, the scent. the taste of him.
musky and sweaty and man.
it drove you wild, lips pressing to that tempting silver line, open-mouthed and slow, savoring him on your tongue again and again, as if you couldn’t get enough.
a groan slipped unbidden from maekar’s mouth, fingers tightening at your nape, as if remembering he still had a hold on you, blunt nails biting at the skin light enough to make you shiver as he pressed with firmness, as if scruffing a cat. “don’t need some perfumed, wanton wench when i have my hands full with you,” he panted, eyes trained on you, almost unblinking, having watched you the entire time, despite his protests. lavender hues half—lidded, glinting, part anger, part heat, eyeing you like a predator stalking prey.
his words made you purr against his skin, a satisfied sound, your fingers moving to tug slightly at his waistband, revealing more of his navel to you to lick and kiss. “good,” you murmured into his skin, dipping to nose at the cincture of his pants, and lower, nuzzling against his crotch, where you could feel him hard and throbbing already.
“woman, you—” but his protest dissolved into a shuddering moan as you rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock insistently, eyes fluttering, gaze holding his, molten and smoldering with heated affection. the friction was delicious, and it only made more bitten off pleasured sounds fall from his lips, broad chest heaving, splotched red from how hard he was blushing, skin ruddy and flushed. he looked good enough to eat. and maybe later, you intended to do just that.
the scent of him was strongest there, musk so strong it made you dizzy with want, lips parting to mouth at his crotch, feeling his cock throb beneath the cloth, only spurring you on. “smell s’ good,” you mumbled as you continued to map the hard ridge of his arousal with your mouth, tongue laving at the material, wetting it with your spit, making the outline of his cock even more visible. “taste s’ good, husband.”
“gods, fuck—” came from above you, the grip at your nape firming, pressing down, almost smushing your face into his crotch, but you couldn’t be happier to succumb to maekar’s guidance, feeling his hips twitch upwards, rutting weakly against your face.
it made you moan, the action so debauched, so depraved, making you nose along his clothed cock in time with the clumsy grinding of his hips against your face, the scent of him thickening, clogging your senses and coating the back of your throat from how greedily you inhaled.
“c—can’t believe you’re, shit—” he could barely get his words out, too impaired by the way you looked, the blissful look on your face as he humped against it. “can’t believe you’re getting off on this, you wanton woman,” maekar continued, his hips picking up the pace, forcing you slightly more against his clothed cock, grinding against your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your nose; anything he could, the pleasure tingling down his spine way too rapid for his taste. “mouthing at me like a filthy animal, letting me hump—fuck.”
you could tell he was getting close, the thought satisfying you more than you could tell. seeing your husband so unraveled by this alone, hips grinding against your face, hand holding you down for more delicious friction, chasing more but not being able to get it. a delicious torture that was way too exquisite not to witness.
“mhm,” you hummed against his crotch, rubbing your cheek harder against his clothed cock, feeling it throb incessantly, the smell of him more pungent, the precum leaking steadily through his breeches and staining your cheek. “not my fault my husband left me unattended for so long,” you lamented, fluttering your lashes, continuing to rub against him. “i’ve been so lonely,” the words were mouthed against him, breath warm against his crotch, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“always so fuckin’ demanding,” he groaned, long and suffering, humping against your face with more fervor, so close to his peak, face and throat flushed and splotchy, hand firm against your nape as he pushed your face deeper into his crotch. “n—never satisfied, ah, fuck, fuck, wife—,”
wife. the word strained and close to a whine as he lost control, rutting against your plush cheek once, twice, before he came with a pained groan, as if someone clawed the sound from deep in his chest, his spent dirtying his breeches, wetting the fabric against your cheek.
his chest was heaving, mouth parted wide as he tried to catch his breath, his grip still firm, but trembling against your nape, his thumb now brushing along the side of your throat, just like before, as if rewarding you silently, thanking you for letting him use you like this.
it made you smile and you nuzzled into his now damp crotch, the smell of him more powerful than ever, making you moan against the cloth. the sound seemed to bring maekar back from his post coital bliss, his violet eyes blinking down at you, hazy but attentive.
“lick it,” he breathed out, voice strained and heaving still, the fingers at your nape guiding you towards where his cum stained his breeches most, a wet patch visible where the head of his now softening cock was under the cloth. “can’t let good spend go to waste, wife.”
you only hesitated for a heartbeat, mind not wrapping around his words for a moment, before you moaned, mouth parting eagerly, tongue pressing to the damp material and licking, feeling the taste of him invade your palette. “yes, yes,” you sighed, overly pleased, too preoccupied and greedy, lips wrapping around the wet spot and suckling it into your mouth, the essence exploding onto your tongue.
“fucking filthy woman—,” maekar cursed, the sight of his wife, so desperate and eager, making him equal parts flustered and astounded.
you knew the night was going to be a long one when you felt a twitch under your tongue, your husband’s cock throbbing back to life, making your lips curl.
cw: filth!!, licking, sniffing, dry humping, nipple play(m!receiving), degradation, praise, body worship(m!receiving), breath play(f!receiving), scent kink!!, coming in pants, face humping, (2.7kw).
n/a: idk what came over me. based on this post!! u can read this as a piece from the my hot husband au/universe or a stand alone!! i just wrote this with their dynamic in mind lol! enjoy! < 3
"mhm, you didn't bathe after the hunt," you mumbled, fingers lifting maekar's tunic upwards impatiently, revealing his stomach, with that soft pudge of fat at the bottom that you loved. the one pinched by his breeches, making the soft flesh hang just a little over the band of his pants. "good. that's how i wanted you."
your husband only grumbled, rough hands trying to stop you from revealing more skin. still, you were determined, swatting every attempt away with a disgruntled sound, making maekar even more annoyed.
"have you no shame at all, woman?" he grouched, face pinched in irritation as you lifted the tunic until it pooled under his armpits, revealing his chest and belly in all its glory. "disrobing me and pawing at my flesh like i'm nothing but a toy to be played with when i'm exhausted from the bloody fucking—"
but you were barely listening to what your husband was saying, and frankly, in that moment, you had no qualms about paying mind to what came out of his mouth. all you cared about was how good he looked in that moment, leaning back against the pillows of your bed, still sweaty and dirty from the royal hunt he attended, looking every inch a man. all muscle and sinew and gods, the smatterings of fine silver hairs all over his chest and belly, and all the way lower on his navel, where a white trail of hair led right beneath the waistband of his breeches, to his cock.
you almost sighed thinking of it. you loved your husband's cock. it was one of the best things about him.
"you're exhausted," you parroted, humming as your soft hands continued to caress his stomach, pressing your fingers in, kneading at the skin like a cat, leisurely and appreciative, eliciting a displeased groan from your husband. "so sit back and indulge me for a few moments, dear husband."
maekar only scowled at you, the furrow between his brows deepening, lip curling in a snarl as he leaned forward, trying to loom, to intimidate in hopes you would cease pestering him. "don't dear husband me, you aggravating woman," he gritted, teeth barred, akin to a dragon before it unlatched its jaws to breathe fire and ash in anger. it made you warm under your chemise. you loved when your husband was all snappy and indignant.
you leaned forward, undeterred by his little intimidation tactic, noses almost brushing as you spoke, your tone soft and persuasive, as if beckoning a wild animal that might bite. "you were gone for so long, and i have been here, all alone, missing you like a limb," you lamented, distracting him from the way your fingers trailed along the waistband of his breeches now, prodding at the pudgy roll of fat there, loving the soft feel of it. "the least you could do is yield to my whims for a while."
aware that it wouldn't be enough to placate your husband, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his scarred cheek, leaving chaste, sweet kisses on the skin as you murmured. "you always look so good after a hunt, husband," you appeased, relentless in your pursuit of what you wanted, especially when it was something as delicious as touching maekar freely without him grumbling in your ear incessantly. "makes me want to devour you whole," your tone was on the precipe of resembling a purr, lips descending towards the strong line of his jaw and down his neck, nuzzling at the sweaty skin in delight.
as always, he tried to persist, even as you felt his skin warm and flush under your lips, making your mouth curl into a satisfied smile. you had him exactly where you wanted him, even if he was still resisting.
"you're being ridiculous," and oh, he was already panting softly, broad chest heaving along with the warm breaths that brushed your temple as you littered his ruddy-skinned throat in wet kisses. "pouncing on me like a cat in heat the second, ah—fuck," he cursed right when your tongue laved at his skin, tasting the remnants of the hunt. the sweat, the grime, the dirt—him, musky and manly and oh so palatable. “stop. i reek of filth and—”
“and i love it,” you moaned against his throat, mouth parting to press open—mouthed kisses to the skin of his throat, tongue licking at every remnant of perspiration, catching it against your palate and savoring it like the finest arbor gold. “you smell s’ good, husband, gods. i want to lick you all over.”
it always got like this. the more disheveled he returned, the more aroused you got. shame had deserted you moons ago, being absurdly vocal about how much you enjoyed when your husband was anything but presentable and pristine.
maekar made an aborted sound at your words, already flushed all the way to the tip of his ears, one rough hand moving to clasp the back of your nape and squeeze in hopes of deterring your assault on his senses, but it seemed in vain. the touch only spurred you, a soft sound resembling a purr rumbling against his throat as you continued to press your tongue to his skin, dipping it to taste the touch of grime gathered in the hollow of his throat.
“filthy,” maekar snarled, fingers squeezing just so at your nape and pulling upwards, eliciting a disgruntled sound from you; a whine. your lips were slick with spit, cheeks flushed and eyes blown wide, hazy with heat and adoration, which only made the pressure of his hand increase, reprimanding you for how far gone you already looked. “you’re a filthy, dirty woman, you know that?” he spat, tone brooking on a growl. “always have been,” maekar continued, tightening his hold onto your nape, the pads of his fingers restricting your breath for just a moment, just enough to make you gasp, before he eased it. “getting hot and bothered by your soiled husband like a degenerate,” his thumb brushed against your throat, where he gripped prior, the closest thing to quiet tenderness you could get in that moment, but it made warmth spread through you regardless.
“what of it?” you challenged, dipping your head back to his throat, nosing along the flushed skin, your soft fingers resuming their pawing along his belly, pressing and prodding at the pudgy flesh there, nails scraping along the trail of fine hairs leading below his waistband, making your husband hiss. “it’s your smell i crave, your taste,—” another filthy lick, along the jut of his collarbones, before moving downwards towards his chest, where the smattering of hair was thicker, the smell of sweat and musk more pungent.
maekar tensed as soon as he felt your lips brush against one of his pecs, and you could feel the shiver that ran through him when the tip of your nose nudged a nipple, willing it to harden.
“don’t you fucking dare—”
you did it again, nosing at the pebbling bud once, twice. then, you licked it, slow and wet, circling the nipple with the tip of your tongue, flicking teasingly.
a garbled moan punched out of maekar’s chest, his hold on your nape tightening anew, his other hand fisting the sheets under him, white—knuckled and trembling with restraint. you could tell he wanted to shove you away, to haul you as far as possible from his body so he wouldn’t be able to feel all this, to have to succumb to your whims and depravity. but you also knew he liked it. craved your attention like poison in his veins. hated that he needed it. snarled and snapped his jaws while being half—hard already beneath his breeches, blushing from the tips of his ears to where your mouth was currently busied, lips parting to suckle noisily at his nipple, drawing out another restrained, delicious grunt from your husband.
“look at you,” he managed to bite out through gritted teeth, broad chest heaving under your mouth, voice thinner, breathier. “licking and sucking like a common whore,—”
but you didn’t let him finish, letting your teeth scrape against the bud, nipping at it enough to sting, halting his crude words, making him curse, back arching, pushing his chest more into your awaiting mouth. it was a reprimand, but also a sick, twisted pleasure. seeing your husband bucking and snarling under your lips and tongue was a sight you could never get tired of, much like right now, as you laved one last lick to his wet, swollen nipple, before nosing between his pecs through the fine hairs there, inhaling the scent of him like a woman possessed.
“how would you know what common whores do, mhm, husband?” you murmured, nuzzling along the underside of his pecs, letting your lips press against the skin in damp kisses as you descended towards his stomach, fingers still trailing along the hairs leading towards his navel. “have you been indulging without my knowledge?”
each question was a taunt, like dangling a hunk of meat under a dragon’s nose, waiting for it to bite. and you loved nothing more than to taunt your dragon until he bit, until you could feel his teeth sink in, metaphorically or not.
and he always bit.
“you think i would debase myself with some pleasure house wench?” he snarled, violet eyes glinting with something close to offense, which made you preen quietly, warmth spreading through your chest like drizzled honey.
as you nosed along his stomach, you couldn’t help but breathe him in again, mouth parting in soft pants as your eyes fluttered, the musk of him stronger the closer you got to the V—shape of his hips. “i would hope you wouldn’t, dear husband,” you mouthed along his belly, tongue poking out to lick at the skin, tasting him again. “i would be thoroughly scorned if you so dared,” another lap of your tongue, slow and filthy, this time along the trail of hair near the waistband of his breeches, feeling a slight tickle onto your palate.
but, gods, the scent. the taste of him.
musky and sweaty and man.
it drove you wild, lips pressing to that tempting silver line, open-mouthed and slow, savoring him on your tongue again and again, as if you couldn’t get enough.
a groan slipped unbidden from maekar’s mouth, fingers tightening at your nape, as if remembering he still had a hold on you, blunt nails biting at the skin light enough to make you shiver as he pressed with firmness, as if scruffing a cat. “don’t need some perfumed, wanton wench when i have my hands full with you,” he panted, eyes trained on you, almost unblinking, having watched you the entire time, despite his protests. lavender hues half—lidded, glinting, part anger, part heat, eyeing you like a predator stalking prey.
his words made you purr against his skin, a satisfied sound, your fingers moving to tug slightly at his waistband, revealing more of his navel to you to lick and kiss. “good,” you murmured into his skin, dipping to nose at the cincture of his pants, and lower, nuzzling against his crotch, where you could feel him hard and throbbing already.
“woman, you—” but his protest dissolved into a shuddering moan as you rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock insistently, eyes fluttering, gaze holding his, molten and smoldering with heated affection. the friction was delicious, and it only made more bitten off pleasured sounds fall from his lips, broad chest heaving, splotched red from how hard he was blushing, skin ruddy and flushed. he looked good enough to eat. and maybe later, you intended to do just that.
the scent of him was strongest there, musk so strong it made you dizzy with want, lips parting to mouth at his crotch, feeling his cock throb beneath the cloth, only spurring you on. “smell s’ good,” you mumbled as you continued to map the hard ridge of his arousal with your mouth, tongue laving at the material, wetting it with your spit, making the outline of his cock even more visible. “taste s’ good, husband.”
“gods, fuck—” came from above you, the grip at your nape firming, pressing down, almost smushing your face into his crotch, but you couldn’t be happier to succumb to maekar’s guidance, feeling his hips twitch upwards, rutting weakly against your face.
it made you moan, the action so debauched, so depraved, making you nose along his clothed cock in time with the clumsy grinding of his hips against your face, the scent of him thickening, clogging your senses and coating the back of your throat from how greedily you inhaled.
“c—can’t believe you’re, shit—” he could barely get his words out, too impaired by the way you looked, the blissful look on your face as he humped against it. “can’t believe you’re getting off on this, you wanton woman,” maekar continued, his hips picking up the pace, forcing you slightly more against his clothed cock, grinding against your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your nose; anything he could, the pleasure tingling down his spine way too rapid for his taste. “mouthing at me like a filthy animal, letting me hump—fuck.”
you could tell he was getting close, the thought satisfying you more than you could tell. seeing your husband so unraveled by this alone, hips grinding against your face, hand holding you down for more delicious friction, chasing more but not being able to get it. a delicious torture that was way too exquisite not to witness.
“mhm,” you hummed against his crotch, rubbing your cheek harder against his clothed cock, feeling it throb incessantly, the smell of him more pungent, the precum leaking steadily through his breeches and staining your cheek. “not my fault my husband left me unattended for so long,” you lamented, fluttering your lashes, continuing to rub against him. “i’ve been so lonely,” the words were mouthed against him, breath warm against his crotch, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“always so fuckin’ demanding,” he groaned, long and suffering, humping against your face with more fervor, so close to his peak, face and throat flushed and splotchy, hand firm against your nape as he pushed your face deeper into his crotch. “n—never satisfied, ah, fuck, fuck, wife—,”
wife. the word strained and close to a whine as he lost control, rutting against your plush cheek once, twice, before he came with a pained groan, as if someone clawed the sound from deep in his chest, his spent dirtying his breeches, wetting the fabric against your cheek.
his chest was heaving, mouth parted wide as he tried to catch his breath, his grip still firm, but trembling against your nape, his thumb now brushing along the side of your throat, just like before, as if rewarding you silently, thanking you for letting him use you like this.
it made you smile and you nuzzled into his now damp crotch, the smell of him more powerful than ever, making you moan against the cloth. the sound seemed to bring maekar back from his post coital bliss, his violet eyes blinking down at you, hazy but attentive.
“lick it,” he breathed out, voice strained and heaving still, the fingers at your nape guiding you towards where his cum stained his breeches most, a wet patch visible where the head of his now softening cock was under the cloth. “can’t let good spend go to waste, wife.”
you only hesitated for a heartbeat, mind not wrapping around his words for a moment, before you moaned, mouth parting eagerly, tongue pressing to the damp material and licking, feeling the taste of him invade your palette. “yes, yes,” you sighed, overly pleased, too preoccupied and greedy, lips wrapping around the wet spot and suckling it into your mouth, the essence exploding onto your tongue.
“fucking filthy woman—,” maekar cursed, the sight of his wife, so desperate and eager, making him equal parts flustered and astounded.
you knew the night was going to be a long one when you felt a twitch under your tongue, your husband’s cock throbbing back to life, making your lips curl.
ser duncan the tall x female!reader, +18 (mdni), male!masturbation, yearning (so, so much yearning), slight pervert!dunk, a bit of obsessed!dunk, dunk is so in love!!
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a/n: haven't wrote in so long but i hope i did dunk justice!! happy reading!! english is not my first language so i apologize for any mistakes!
dunk who cannot help but be aroused whenever you are of service to him.
it’s becoming a problem, and alarmingly fast.
he was ashamed down to his bones by the way his body reacted every time you offered him your kindness.
usually, when other people showed him benevolence, he felt warm and grateful, as anyone else would, he reckons.
but with you it’s different.
the blood in his veins sings an ardent tune, bringing a flush to the tips of his ears and the thick column of his neck—feverish and hot, the rough-spun clothes suddenly uncomfortable on his skin.
and the worst of it all? his blood has a mind of its own, going south between his legs so fast it leaves him dizzy and breathless, nostrils flaring, akin to a bull being taunted with flashes of crimson. if the gods would’ve given him a smaller cock, the issue would’ve been easier to solve, to keep at bay.
but their blessing seems more like a curse now when dunk has to excuse himself every time you mend his clothes, cook him and egg a hearty meal, or wash his clothes by the stream for him. his cock grows hard and thick, the print of it obvious through his breeches, tenting them obscenely, his large palms pressing onto his lap in an attempt to conceal it, to shield his shameful desire from view.
dunk can barely manage not to tumble to the ground from how fast he shoots up from his seat, mumbling excuses, his voice rough and gruff—nothing like the soft, gentle tone he usually uses with you—barely making it through the trees, ignoring the confused shouts from you and egg.
dunk’s back scrapes against the trunk of a tree as he is finally out of sight and earshot, strong legs feeling weaker than ever as he slides down, large palms still concealing his dishonor.
because that’s what this is. that’s what this feels like.
dishonor.
dishonor to you, the companion who has been nothing but kind, nothing but patient, and so, so beautiful—
the thought makes dunk moan. just remembering how radiant you are is enough to turn his thoughts to mush, scrambling them around until all he can think about is you.
he’s sure no one could ever compare to you, for you are akin to a dream made flesh, so soft and warm it makes all the knightly teachings from ser arlan turn asunder, leaving behind just the ache in his chest and the tightness in his loins.
he does not dare move his palms for relief yet, even though his cock throbs and leaks against the rough material of his breeches, staining it with his shame, with his guilt. for he should not think of a woman in this way, not one who has been nothing but precious to him.
but, gods, you are just too sweet—so sweet that not even honey could taste as saccharine as you—every gesture and every look of yours burning him from the inside, making the hunger in his chest claw to be let out.
taste.
his cock gives a pathetic twitch as the word flits through his mind, his head tipping back against the trunk. images of how you would taste, of how he could taste you burn behind his eyelids so fast he swears he is close to tipping towards the afterlife.
dunk remembers vividly how, a few days ago, he had you on his tongue, if only for a few moments—just a brush of it against your skin—but it was enough for the need for more to sprout, growing more ardent day by day.
he had always been a messy eater, the habit having given him earfuls from ser arlan and scowls from egg, but you didn’t mind, giving him a patient smile or a lilting giggle and pointing out the greasy mess on his lips in hushed tones.
except this time, you moved.
dunk wasn’t aware of the closed proximity yet, too busy digging into his hearty stew to see how one of your hands lifted towards his face, sleeve pushed down enough to clasp under your fingers.
“you ought to be more careful, ser,” you chided, albeit gently, as your sleeve wiped at the corner of his mouth, where broth was glistening as it trailed down to his chin and jaw.
the spoon between his fingers clattered back into the bowl as he froze, as still as marble, azure eyes wide as saucers, breath stalled in his broad chest.
you were cleaning him. you, dirtying your soft, modest dress for him as you brushed away the remnants of his sloppy eating with slow swipes to his mouth. so careful with him, as if he were but a babe who needed coddling.
by the mother, you were a vision of loveliness up close. he wished he could’ve focused on your pretty face or pursued plush lips, but your bosom was level to his face as you leaned to follow the trail of liquid down his jaw and neck, dabbing at it with the sleeve of your dress, and he was just a man.
a dumb man. a dishonorable man. a lecher of a man now, as he dared to let his gaze dip to your breasts, the flesh looking too soft and plush against the cloth of your dress. it was not a debauched sight by any means, for gods forbid he ever thought of you as anything but the very picture of saintly beauty.
the sight left him with a hunger that no stew could ever stave, tongue sticking out to lick at his lips unconsciously, but instead catching the tips of your fingers as you were brushing crumbs from his cupid’s bow.
that’s when he tasted your skin for the first time; the memory is replaying in his mind on a loop now, as if the flavor still resides on his taste buds.
even now, alone in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees way taller than him, he swears the memory haunts him so that he feels as if he were still there now. instead of backed up against a trunk, his hands pressed against the tent in his pants.
dunk is breathing hard, lungfuls of air that do nothing to stave the burning in his veins, the throbbing in his pants, or the ache in his chest.
it would be so easy to take his hard cock in hand and bring himself to climax as he thought of you.
but he cannot dirty you with his debauchery, even in thought.
countless of times he had found himself away from camp, away from you, hard and wanting, fingers itching to grip himself and rub as hard and fast as he could, just to get rid of his shame once and for all.
and each time, the remnants of his honor stopped him.
as they try to do now, but it is all in vain.
dunk’s thick fingers fumble with the ties of his breeches as he impatiently tugs them down, revealing his cock to the crisp air, hissing at the sensation. the flush on his neck blooms in haphazard splotches all the way down his chest as he looks down at himself, at the way the length bobs against the rough material of his tunic, smearing precum against the material.
gods, it’s so much, pearling obscenely at the tip of his cock and trailing down the thick shaft, all the way down to his heavy balls, which are already drawn tight.
he should not. he really, really shouldn’t.
shouldn’t wrap his hand around his cock and squeeze at the base, tugging upwards slowly towards the head, making more precum leak out, trickling down his knuckles now, lewd and dirty.
yet it feels so good—the sensation brings him so much relief he feels like the mother herself had blessed him with such solace.
his cock gives another twitch at the thought.
the mother.
dunk often thought you embodied her and had put you so high up on his pedestal that you resembled a saintly woman, so gentle and caring and good that it made him want to sink to his knees in front of you, kiss your feet, and pray for your favor like a worshiper.
just as he would for the mother herself.
gods, how depraved can he be, to think of such things and feel his cock harden and ooze around his fist as he tugs and tugs, squeezing at the hot, slick flesh with more fervor now. the sounds of his wanton act are sloppy and loud, muffled only by the swaying of the trees around him.
“m’lady, m’lady, —”
the words tumble from his mouth unbidden, wrapped around a pitiful whine, his mind too fuzzy with thoughts of you to be able to say anything else but this, not even daring to say your name in fear of dirtying it with his sins.
dunk’s face is flushed, sweat beading at his temple and trailing down his flushed cheeks, the pleasure melting him against the tree trunk, except his strong hips—which hump into the grip of his hand in earnest, snapping forward as if burying himself into a cunt and not his own fist.
fuck, but he wishes it was a cunt. your cunt.
wrapped around his cock, squeezing him for what he’s worth, sucking him inside your pussy like you never want him to pull out.
he imagines it’s warm and soft and so very pretty, just like you.
what he wouldn’t give to have you on his cock, watching as your folds part to let him in, so big and thick compared to you.
dunk closes his eyes just as he feels the ache in his loins spark, tingling down his spine and pooling low in his gut, so close to reaching his climax and yet so far away from what he truly wants.
you. all he has wanted for the past moons has been you.
he used to want your eyes on him, your lips curling into smiles because of him, and your soft giggles ringing through camp at his jokes or even your reprimanding tone when he was too big of an oaf to act right.
so when had his thoughts turned so depraved? when had his eyes strayed from your eyes to your lips, from the curve of your shoulders to the one of your breasts, from the arch of your spine to the slope of your rear?
when had his hands itched to grab at the fat of your hips instead of the delicate pads of your fingers? when had he dreamed of keeping his tongue pressed inside of your pussy instead of behind his teeth?
you’ve ensnared him so completely, bringing forth his ruin, making him nothing but a depraved man meant to take his pleasure alone, fucking into his fist with abandon. teeth snagging at his lips to stifle the pathetic whimpers and groans rumbling from his chest as his length throbbed insistently.
and may the gods damn him all the way to hell; he would trade all his honor just for a taste of you, just for the feel of your cunt, just for the sound of your moans as he makes you feel so, so good around his cock, rutting into you again and again and—
and he’s coming. thick ropes of cum painting his knuckles and tunic, his back bowing against the tree trunk, mouth falling open in a long, drawn-out groan. dunk swears he died, went to heaven, and now he’s back in his body, shaking and twitching as he continues to fist his cock, desperate for the pleasure not to end. for the images of you in all the lewd ways he always refuses to allow himself to dream of, never to cease.
there are tears in the corner of his eyes, the pleasure so good he feels like sobbing. the sheer relief of finally getting to cum after moons of pent-up frustration over you—over your gentle nature and caring gestures and, gods, your tits—it unravels him completely.
slowly, his hand slows, his cock softening. the mess left behind makes shame bubble into his chest, almost choking him as he tries to catch his breath.
what would you think of him if you saw him this way? spent and lecherous and so, so in love with you.
even now, even like this, even this sinful, the love he has for you is the sole denominator of his actions.
because dunk loves you. loves you so much that he cannot bear to let his wanton feelings corrupt you, too, no matter how much he wishes he could.
need to lick and sniff maekar targaryen all over. press my face into his belly and just stay there forever. bite his happy trail and lick it clean after. nuzzle his crotch like a cat and
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summary: you have long wondered with your husband’s nature, just how he came to father six children. and its high time he proved it to you.
pairing: maekar targaryen x second wife!reader
warning(s): porn with little plot, rough sex, breeding kink (it’s maekar), fingering, hair pulling, biting, dirty talk, slight degradation, slight bit of spanking
word count: 3.6k
a/n: will i ever stop writing maekar with breeding kink? uhhh.. no :)) i hope you enjoy lovelies
If there was one thing more than anything else he’d been forced to endure, it was you.
Not that, but the things that had come with it, the questions and nonsense from others. And some, even worse, from you.
“For the way he acts it is a wonder.”
“Mayhaps he is just nervous.”
“Id wager he’d enjoy the idea of it.”
“But how exactly did you?” That one, was you.
Endless questioning. That was all he had heard, and it was just about enough to drive him crazy, past the point of insanity if possible.
You were no fool, he knew of it. He would not have stepped foot into another marriage let alone being forced to take a bride, if she was dimwitted. And you were far from it.
Callous, stern and prickly many called him, and yet you and what followed had wandered round him like a buzzing fly. Though it was not your company he despised, he liked that more than he could admit, but it was the mockery. For a man of his age, not old and yet not young with six children in his stead, you had been incessant in wondering exactly.
How.
He was handsome, far more than people had mentioned or cared to, striking in that fierce way. Hardened by battles and fatherhood alone. And you were captivated, and curious. And luckily for you, you were the thing, the creature, the pest that consistently managed to get under his skin.
The way you walked, talked, the way you made eyes at him across the feasting table, the way you’d so perfectly slotted into the family and how everyone, including the children adored you. For that he was thankful, truly, but it didn’t stop the fact you drove him mad.
“She is a new addition to the family, and she is fitting in quite well I should say.” Baelor countered as both men walked through the punctured halls of Maegor’s Holdfast.
“She has taken over.” Maekar muttered with a roll of his yes , stalking slowly beside his brother.
“Your senses perhaps.” Baelor replied coolly, an edge of amusement following.
Maekar slowed, squinting piercing eyes at his brother as they moved to stand over the edge, overseeing the court below where you and the children had played. Egg and Rhae had tugged at your hands, making you stand to play and duck behind the plant pots with them in small strides, with Daeron watching on. Even Valarr stood at the corner with a smile, whispering no doubt pleasantries and flattery about you. Some said you would have been more suited to one of the younger Prince’s, perhaps there would be more in common, a likeness, but even though he remained shadowed, the idea made his blood boil. A possessiveness over territory he had yet to claim.
Not a chance.
“What I mean is, she does no harm. It has been a long time since they have all looked like this.” Baelor reasoned, picking at the stone underneath his palm as he eyed Maekar.
“Around you she may not.” The grumble came fast, quick to override his brother’s words. But his throat felt dry, tacky and stuck like the words could barely come out. Like what he had heard was true.
His senses, overtaken his senses. How?
What with your cunning ways, your ability to charm and please, and weasel your way in without needing to, to be so beautiful and too good for him. It needled at him. The marriage both of you had been so blessed with was not necessity, not by anyone’s means, but yet it came anyway.
Swift and secure, as all things should be, strengthening alliance or something else they had bothered to give title.
The loss changed him, hardened him in ways that most wouldn’t be able to understand, but you had tried to. Endlessly. Attempts to break down the brick wall that was your husband became futile, and so you decided to go around him. For it was jsut as new to you as it was to him, and with him years your senior, you had expected him more forthcoming.
And yet he was not.
He was reserved and callous, moving through the halls of Summerhall like a gust of wind more than a steady hand, ignoring all of your questions insisting they were nothing but “nonsensical whims.”
But you had longed for something different. Perhaps not the chivalrous fanciful lords and their ways, but his own.. the longing looks he had given you across court, the fleeting touches at your lower back and arm when duty had warranted it. But you wanted more, you wanted him, not duty. And he had been rather intent on keeping it from you.
But one thing he didn’t deny, was that his brother may well have been right. None of them had looked like it in such a long time, nor had he felt the way he had in so long. So.. undone, having to pry himself from his thoughts, especially when you caught his gaze from across the din.
Your smile bright and curved, more like a smirk, knowing and tempting. His jaw ticked harshly, tongue pressing deep into his cheek, only for a fleeting moment before you had looked away, and his fingers had all but gripped the stone under his fingers enough to chip it.
Baelor had caught it, a single glimpse to his side and back onto you and the children again. The heat that burned from the man beside him was enough to scold and he had not lingered on the thought of what had wandered through his head.
Nor did he need to, because before pulling away, Maekar’s eyes barely left you.
His thoughts were, you.
——
The chamber was cool, years of aged stone encasing you more than you’d have liked. The day had .. wonderfully, breaking your fast with your ladies and the children, tending to them in the gardens and watching over some of their lessons, and retreating back to your ladies once more. For them you were thankful, able to wander the lower halls without question or prying eyes, and the ability to talk as freely as you wished.
“If only he wasn’t so prickly.”
“Careful, he is our Prince after all.”
“It is a miracle he has fathered children of his own at all, not near as pleasant as his brother.” Quickly followed by, “Apologies my lady, we only wish to see you happy..”
You had confided in them briefly, private chatter between you of how exactly to woo the prince, or rather atleast to accept his affections that so many had claimed to have seen. Also that so many had claimed the Prince did not have a heart to give.
But they were wrong.
Not with the way he looked you, so dark and delicate, like he could snap at any moment..
You must have made him feel green again, one had giggled, as you did.
You had asked him to visit your chambers many nights, and yet he did not, instead your maid came to you, always. She bathed you often, brought tea and a fresh pitcher of water, even sat with you a while when you had wanted it. Almost as if it had been sent for you, and for that you were thankful. But there was no sign of him.
And alas, you had had enough.
They were not wrong, you had noticed it too. Such fighting for restraint and the tension that lingered was inevitable, a livin thing that made you ache.
And so you had taken their advice.
If he will not make such a move, perhaps you should.
And you liked that idea, you liked it very much. Because out of all the talk and gossip, the questioning of your husband’s want for you was dwindling, and yet you did not give in.
Your chambermaid, Niamh, had just finished setting out the tray in the small table, a glass bowl of fruits beside a candle, a hand towel and your bodily oils. She stood straight backed and patient for what her ached body would allow, resting her arms at her middle with a small, expectant smile.
“I have run you a bath, should you require assistance, my lady?”
“That will be all thank you Niamh, you are dismissed.”
She nodded curtly, and with the turn of her heel the oak creaked behind her softly. You had waited a further few moments to let the echoes of her footsteps die out before you moved, stepping into the thinness of your laced nightgown with a devilish grin.
Because it was not the bath you were ready for.
Your steps patterned the lines of the corridors you’d mapped out for some time, every corner and shortcut that was hidden beneath stone. Maekar’s own chambers was not far from your own, a whole stretch of hall and a turn away. Every outline of jagged rock shadowed with a trail of sconces and the few tapered and coloured tapestries that hung from the walls.
Your heart thrummed harshly in your chest with adrenaline, your fingertips flexing as you clutched your arms around yourself from the cold night air. And once you arrived outside of his chambers, the feeling only seemed to grow, goose pimples trailing your skin. But with a single look, defiant and what confidence you could muster up, the two men standing vigil outside had stepped aside without protest for you.
Seemingly aware of the mission you had embarked yourself on.
The chambers were darker than your own, everything lined perfectly and sparse just as you had remembered it from your night together moons ago. The last time he had truly touched you. You stepped inside carefully, snaking yourself around the door before closing it shut with a heavy click.
The hearth warmed the room, dimming it in golds and oranges across banners of red and black. Your breath stuttered as you turned, so taken with breathing the space in you hadn’t known the figure staring right at you. And a look of confusion etching the striking, miserable features.
His robe was a dark and velveted crimson, one that wrapped to his shins and broadened his shoulders. His eyes glistened in that light, twinkling more tender than they had let on, almost enticing.
“Husband.” You greeted innocently.
“Who let you in?” Maekar spoke sharply, like the words were a bad taste on his tongue.
“Your kingsguard, very thoughtful of them.” You gestured behind you at the door as you moved further into the room, closing the gap between you as much as you could dare.
“You should be asleep,” His eyes raked over you for a single moment, rather all he could allow himself before he turned to his side, back facing you as he made for the bed, “in your own chambers.”
Your nightdress was of the finest silk, cream and a lightness that hugged your curves in the most torturous way, your hair clung to your shoulders and your skin bared.
Something he should not have seen, should not have wanted as much as he did.
“I have come to see you.”
You dared a foot forwards, planting it across the cool floor and onto the myriah carpet just at the end of the bed, a small smile peeking at your features. He had rested himself onto the edge of the bed, sitting hunched as his legs trailed far and long in front of him, shoulders sagged and tense.
“Well now you have seen. Now leave.”
But you did not, you couldn’t. He was far too close, and you had not yet begun.
You didn’t answer to that, instead you had crawled toward him on the edge of the bed, a mere arms length away.
“I have missed you.”
He only looked at you as he took a heavy inhale, a simple look, displeased and thrown. Why. You blinked up to the violets that bore into yours, a face like statue and stone. How could you. After all that was placed on you both, all the gossip and venomous words that spilled behinds backs, after how much he had attempted to keep from ruining you.
“What are you saying?”
“Well you hardly spend any time here.. with me.” You kicked your legs in front, swinging just beside his, close enough to knock together where yours didn’t meet the length of his own.
“Do not pretend to be so stupid.”
“It scares you.” You inched closely, carefully, arms reaching toward him, through the robe. And he allowed you to, legs spread wide and shamelessly as you settled yourself over him, a knee perched on either side.
“What?” He blinked up through lidded eyes, pupils blown and decisive, even if he would not speak as such. He would let you have your fun, amuse yourself and find out what you had so longed to have.
“The thought scares you.” You continued, fingers running along the collar of his robe, lining the silk just across the hem where his skin was bared. Few silver hairs littered his chest where the material opened, hard planes of pale muscle rising and falling sharply.
“What thought woman? Speak.” Maekar snapped through the quiet, impatience clawing at his skin like a fire.
“Surrendering yourself.”
He almost laughed, almost, a short incredulous huff bubbling from his throat.
“It is not my duty to surrender.”
“But it is your duty to put a babe in me is it not, the marriage was consummated moons ago and you had done so little as touch me.” Your fingers worked at his shoulders, taut muscle pulling between your nails. He stayed rigid, batting your hand away with a flick.
But you moved it back, placing it right back to where you had it.
“Do not test me.”
You could feel him there. The warmth of his breath, the burning glare that did not leave your face, the heat brushing between you through thin layers of fabric. Arousal flooded your core, and you had half the mind to bite back a moan. You had not had him like this, and he was not denying you.
“I’am not testing you.” You shrugged, hands slowly circling to meet around his neck. A brave move, even if not wise. He swore he could hear the hammering of your heart, and still see the curve of the smirk he had not from forgotten hours earlier, the one that plagued his mind.
The one he wished to wipe off of your face and take you over his lap in an instant—
“Perhaps it is more than duty you require..” Your fingers continued at his collarbones, humming dreamily at the thought. “Perhaps it is want.”
Your eyes met, bearing down into one another as your breaths mingled, your faces somehow rocked closer together on instinct, where your lips neared touching.
“Though if you do not wish for more, nor to consummate this marriage.. I wouldn’t be offended. Perhaps you are scared.. and after having so many it would be more than enough for an old man to—“
That was enough. The pure breaking point he’d sure he’d lost a long time ago. All resolve had seemed to snap with a heavy punch in his gut.
You didn’t have time to contemplate another word before he had shifted you both roughly. Long, thick fingers circled around your throat, your back shoved down into layers upon layers of silken sheets and furs. The tassels of his robe had fallen in his swiftness, bearing his chest completely leaving him only in his breeches and you had completely lost your breath.
You were pinned, folded with your legs pressed into his thighs as he kneeled over you.
“Do not anger me, girl.”
You blinked up at him, gasping at the pressure against your throat. You could smell him from there, more than before. And he was intoxicating. His scent, the smell of woodsmoke and pine, and need.
“You know well that is not it.” He gritted, glaring down at you with a gaze that made the pressure in your belly pinch hot.
“Then what is it.. mayhaps that you are older—“
The fingers tightened at your throat as he leaned down, body rising over yours as more weight anchored you down.
“Seven hells no. Tell me what you want. Say it, tell me you want this as I do, before I change my fucking mind.” The hand at your waist clamped tighter, stretching the seams of your nightgown. Your skin was ablaze, ignited under his touch and the aching deep in your core.
There was much you could have said, even struck him for making you wait so long, for denying himself of you for reasons he couldn’t even begin to name, but you had forgotten all else, raw need buzzing through your skin.
“Want you to put a babe in me husband.. want you to show me how well you fuck.”
You breathed out with a whine. And he growled, deep and beastly, like a primal instinct that could not be tamed. So guttural it sounded almost dragonlike.
His grip curled around the back of your neck, shoving you up to face him with bared teeth as he pressed himself further down, nose nudging harshly into yours.
“Good girl.”
His lips crashed to yours, fierce and unyielding, the force shoving you both back onto the bed as he bent over you. Your tongues swept together before his pushed his between your lips, tasting you, savouring and claiming all at once.
“You have driven me mad, wife.” With one hand he reached between you, unlacing the confines of his breeches in one heavy tug. They fell away down to his knees, the sharp ‘v’ of muscle trailing down to his cock defined and pulsing with vein. Even through lidded and lusted eyes you could see him, all of him. He was thick as he was long, the tip reddened with an aching blush and the beading sticky stream of precum.
Maekar waited a moment, slowing as he rose, releasing his grip on your neck, tracing his fingers over the bunched hem of your nightgown. He pushed it up, inch by inch until he brought it to your chest.
“Off.” Was all he called gruffly, and the command made you dizzy, raising your arms shakily as he snaked it off of you before tossing it somewhere to the floor where neither of you had cared to look for it.
He had longed for this sight. You had lingered long in his memory since the first time, the swell of your breasts and nipples pebbling under the cool air, the dip of your waist and curve of your stomach. The flush of your face under the firelight flickering behind you, silhouetted only by his shadow above you. Gods you did drive him mad.
And he was a fool to wait so long, to make you wait.
Hands brushed down your sides, callouses scratching along your skin as you shivered under his touch, fingers splaying over your belly and parting your thighs.
“All of this teasing.. and talk with your ladies who do not know fuck all.”
His fingers dug into the flesh of them, ignoring the way you inched downward to him, the hard press of his length just above your aching cunt.
“She must be so needy for me for being desperate like some common whore...” He tutted sharply, running a finger from your navel to your heat, slipping through the wetness that gathered over your clit and entrance. Flush crept your cheeks brazenly, hips arching instinctly as he curled two inside of you.
You moaned loudly, digits filling you at once as your cunt sucked them in greedily, rocking back onto them as he flexed them. He worked you open like that, scissoring as you bucked and humped yourself back onto his hand restlessly. And again he let you, urging you on, pumping his fingers deep while his thumb circled at your clit, letting your sticky sweetness coat his hand.
The sounds were lewd, a squelch against his palm where it filled you, motioning and massaging at your g-spot over and over until you had broke a sweat across the sheets, working yourself up with a desire that needed to be sated.
He didn’t let you finish, couldn’t, not even the satisfaction of having you come undone on him was enough. He had to have you, and there was only way it was going to happen, with having you wrapped around his cock and buried deep inside of you.
“Why the fuck did you—“ Your words caught on your tongue, dying as he angled himself, heavy length rubbing through your folds with a sickening tease. He slipped himself inside, thickness filling you with a burning stretch as you took him. His mouth moved back over yours, catching your whines and enduring the way your nails clutched at his back with a groan.
He stilled only to feel all of you, sheathed so far inside you swore you could feel him in the your belly. His cock punched deep, fingers gripped in a swarm around your hips to only anchor himself further, tongue sweeping over yours in a feverish haze. You could hardly breathe, the air punched from your lungs as he thrust inside of you, pulling out gently just to shove himself back deeper, and purposefully until stars blurred your vision.
Your thighs curled at his hips, muscle tensing and straining where he fucked into you like a man possessed, grunts muffled into the curve of your jaw as you begged and whined for him, wrapping yourself tight at his middle as he huddled himself over you. The hard bone of his knees braced at the bottom of your thighs, stretching you further for him to get more of you, your body on full display and all for him.
You tried to speak, to rise over the lack of words as your mouth parted, but it failed you, he was merciless.
“Take. It.” He rasped, rising over you to tug your legs upward, resting them onto his chest and up to his shoulders. Your husband was undone, completely. Silver flattened hair had fallen into his eyes, pale skin flushing with a sheen of sweat and desire, his eyes burning as he took you in. As if to study you so deeply and commit you to memory, finally having you in his arms, unable to spout those stupid questions and irk him further.
But it did not last long, not until he had you flipped again, this time with your face pressed into the furs, a heavy palm smoothed over your back.
“You want to know how hm?” His breath hit the shell of your ear, cock sliding over your arsecheek.
Your blood ran cold, a shiver wracking your body as fingers twisted into your hair, forcing you up along with his hips. He had you bent beneath him, his hips dragging into your arse as he lined himself up once more. You were arched up into him, breasts bunched into the mattress and your cries muffled into the sheets.
The angle there hit deeper, fuller, settling that spot inside of you with every snap of his thrusts. The sound of slapping filled your ears, punctuated only by his grunting and your moans. He tugged you back onto him where you fell completely boneless, his cock spreading you open as your arms spread wide, clutching and fisting at the pillows as you moaned into the mattress.
“This is what you wanted is it, to fuck you full..” A hand cracked down onto your arscheek and you mewled, arching your back to meet the stinging pressure. He fucked into you still, sinking in and out so deeply it was certain to kiss your cervix.
“Perhaps this will shut you up.. spilling inside of this cunt.”
Your whines became babbles, a plea of “yes yes yes” falling from your lips needily, and he gave you it, everything you desired, begged for, everything you deserved. His head fell, a hand moving over the trail of your spine, cinching at your waist to bring you closer.
You couldn’t take it.
The pair of your fell apart together, every slap of skin and pant sending you over the edge. His teeth bit into your shoulder from behind, tongue smoothing over the marks that punctured your skin.
“Please..” You whined, your walls spasming wildly around him as your climax crashed over you.
“Let go for me, my girl..” He groaned through gritted teeth, grabbing a harsh fistful of your arse as you clenched around him, your swollen cunt milking him dry as he chased his own high. He gave few more thrusts before spilling inside of you, fucking it back into you as you shook round him, legs limp beneath him.
He did not let go of you right away, pulling from you carefully, your wetness and his spend leaking from you as he rested your hips back onto the bed. A pillow was placed under your middle as he lifted you without fuss, tilting you ever so slightly downward. So it will keep. Your heart eased its hammering as your body began to rest, heavy warm arms tugging you upward and onto his chest.
The sheets were pulled over you carefully in silence, only his ragged breaths and the crackling of the hearth filling the heavy silence in the room.
“Rest.”
A hand combed through your hair, smoothing over your face as you looked up at him, and this time he found yours, and really looked. Your arm wrapped over his as his hooked under your legs, sweeping you closer, together wrapped in your warmth.
He felt you looking, and he waited, expecting another quip as per usual.
“Are you done with the nonsense now?” He mumbled, resting his head back onto the wooden headboard.
“Mhm.. maybe.” You hummed, tracing the silver hairs at his chest.
“For fucks sake..”
“I believe you’ll have to do it again.”
There it was.
The mouth that drove him mad. His arm tightened around you, but he said nothing.
Though he didn’t need to, his exhales grew harsher, his spend still dripping from you as you rubbed your thighs together, and over the hardening of his cock.
Not as duty, not as requirement, but as your husband, and the pure unrestrained need for wanting you, and how he wasn’t to deny it again.
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dear nene, i finally got around to reading little dragon and oh myyyyyyy word it was the most adorable thing. so domestic and sexy rahhhhhh. aerion is so yum in it. ten out of ten, no notes :) i hope you have a great day!
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hiii! do u have any works for daeron the drunken???????
HELLO!!! yes, i do!!! they're in my masterlist under DAERON TARGARYEN!
i haven't written much for him yet, but there's this and this! enjoy reading anon!!! < 3
baelor targaryen x second wife!reader, maekar targaryen x second!wife reader, baelor targaryen x maekar's wife, maekar targaryen x baelor's wife, 18+ (mdni!!!).
cw: threesome!! (kind of), dirty talk, riding, p in v sex, oral (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving mentioned), voyerism!!!!, spanking, dry humping, no baekar crumbs but u can imply it if u want!! they're just codependent freaks here, (2kw).
a/n: i saw today that i hit 200 followers and i decided to write some filth to celebrate!! 💗 thank you so so much for all the love and support you have shown my works!! i couldn't be more grateful! the first pov is baelor's wife and the second pov is maekar's wife, those being separate!! i hope that is not confusing!! i just wanted to include both wives bcs i thought it'll be fun!
baelor and maekar sharing their pretty wives among one another. they’re brothers. what belongs to one, belongs to the other. it had been like that since childhood, although in their first marriages, they were too young and weighted down by duty and guilt to take such liberties.
but now it's different. they’re older. more shameless, less constrained by morals and whispers in their ears about propriety and decorum.
thus, why wouldn’t they share the most important things in their lives?
baelor was a pious man. follower of the faith of the seven. a dutiful, loving husband since your marriage was set in stone moons ago. you loved your husband. would do anything for him in a heartbeat, as he would for you. the affection between you was mutual and only flourishing with each day passing by.
you also knew how much your husband cared about his brother. they have been close since the early days of their boyhood and would put their lives on the line for each other, if need be.
they would train together, go hunting together, and attend tedious council meetings together.
what you would’ve never expected is that they would also fuck you together, their bodies bracketing yours with no way of escaping, rough hands groping and positioning your body to their delight.
your husband leaned back against the headboard of the bed, with your bare chest splayed against his navel, while maekar held your hips pushed back, angling them to his liking as he rutted his cock into you with fervor. it would’ve been shameful to vocalize how good it felt. how could a wife let herself moan and mewl for her husband’s brother?
but baelor just smiled, crooning softly, broad hands cupping your face, wiping away the tears of guilt from your eyes, so achingly tender and soft, like he always was. the snap of maekar’s hips kept jostling you, pressing your bare breasts against baelor’s navel, right up against where his cock sat proud and thick, unattended for now.
“my sweet wife, why do you weep so? doesn’t maekar’s cock feel good?”
the words were filthy, but his smile was loving, his eyes still carrying that everlasting affection for you, even while glinting with mischief and satisfaction. you loved your husband so much, even while you could feel his brother’s grunts and groans behind you, one of his palms coming down onto your ass, spanking it firmly, making you cry out as the flesh of your buttocks jiggled, drawing baelor’s eyes to it with interest.
“you’re being too rough, brother,” your husband’s voice dipped into sternness, but the twitch of his lips betrayed him. he was enjoying this. it made your toes curl. “don’t leave too many marks on my wife. we’ve talked about this.”
maekar’s only answer was a scoff, followed by a rough slap of his hips that splayed you face down right onto baelor’s lap, pressing you into the mattress as he shifted closer.
“then why is she squeezing my cock every time i do it?” his tone was gruff, but you could feel the smugness beneath it, how proud he was to reduce his brother’s wife to a mewling mess onto baelor’s lap, and having him watch the whole ordeal. “this pussy’s gonna milk me dry, brother.”
your husband’s answer was just to hum. one of his hands moved to brush through your hair, soft and soothing as you curled more onto his lap, your cheek now pressed onto his muscled thigh, mouth parted into hiccuping moans, drooling onto his skin, the pleasure too intense for you to even have the decency of a closed mouth.
“feels good, my love?” he asked, so hushed and soft, his smile sweet like honeysuckle as he peered down at you, firm fingers petting your hair tenderly. you could only nod, mind too far gone in mindless pleasure from how maekar was hitting that spot inside your cunt that made you want nothing but pleasure.
“yeah? then tell him, my sweet,” baelor coaxed, fingers now pressing lightly into your nape, cupping it gently, lulling you into listening. “tell my brother how good his cock feels. how well he’s fucking you. i want him to hear it. don’t you?”
the request was debauched beyond reason, but you could never refuse your husband anything, especially when he was gazing at you so lovingly, as if you hung all the stars in the sky for his viewing alone. the words tumbled out of your drooly lips not long after, garbled through moans of pleasure as you felt your core pulse and throb around maekar, your peak closer than you thought prior.
“cock f—fells s’good, maekar! p—please don’t stop, please! ‘m so close, so close—”
the response was a loud, deep curse behind you, feeling rough fingers dig into your hips as if punishing you, dragging you back by the fat there, slamming so deep into your pussy that you swore you could feel maekar’s tip reaching your womb.
“are you hearing this, brother? your wife loves how good i fuck her. gods, she’s sucking me in,” maekar grunted, one of his hands moving to where you two were connected, his thumb spreading your folds even more apart to see how well his cock slid in and out of you. “christ, look at this greedy hole. can’t get enough.”
the exchange only made baelor huff, amused, his eyes never looking away from you, making sure he saw every twitch and expression on your face, wanting certainty that his brother was making you feel as good as you deserved.
“now you know why i leave council early, brother,” your husband said, the curl of his lips turning haughty for a few moments. “i would be doing myself a disservice to be away from my wife’s pretty cunt for too long.”
maekar, despite his gruffness, his stunted emotional upbringing, and inability to keep his temper under control, was nothing but devoted to you.
an attentive husband, who made sure you had everything you wanted, even while he was out for days at a time, leaving instructions that his lady wife was to be taken care of and made an utmost priority. despite what the court and realm thought of him, you knew his heart. the one who loved you fiercely, even when words were not said aloud. his actions always showed you what his mouth couldn’t utter, and for you, that was enough. maekar didn’t need to say flowery words or recite poetry in your ear to show that he cared about you most in this world. his relentless pursuit of your comfort and happiness showed you where his true feelings lay, every single day.
his brother, however, was different.
baelor likes to talk.
revels in it, even. more so when he has you slowly bouncing onto his cock, gentle hands caressing the curve of your hips, letting you set the pace you favor, not guiding you yet, but encouraging you to take what you please from him.
“you can go slow, my lady,” he would whisper, soft and reassuring, head tilted back to rest onto the back of the armchair in you and maekar’s shared room. the comfortable one which faced the bed, upon which your husband stood splayed out, watching as his brother’s cock slid into your cunt, unhurried and sloppy.
maekar’s eyes narrowed at baelor’s words. “slow?” he scoffed, jerking his chin towards both of you, tone displeased; demanding. “have her go faster. she can take it,” he commented.
a fierce flush crept up your neck at your husband’s words, fingers twisting in baelor’s velvet tunic, not knowing if you wished to press closer or pull back, feeling more flustered than a maiden on her first night.
“patience, brother,” came baelor’s answer, his eyes warm and patient as he brushed sweat-dampened locks from your forehead and neck. rough fingers then cupped your cheek, brushing the warm skin tenderly as he spoke. “your wife feels good like this. don’t you, my lady?” a twitch of his lips, before he continued. “i can feel you squeezing around me. it feels wonderful.”
his words were so warm, his touch delicate and careful, as if you were made of porcelain. it made you squirm, leaning forward to hide your face into his broad shoulder, obscuring the rosy hue of your cheeks from both men’s view, making baelor chuckle fondly.
“your wife is a delight, brother,” he mused, catching maekar’s gaze, making the younger man roll his eyes, feeling a twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach, but not enough to take measures to quench it.
“she is,” your husband agreed, voice gruff, but underlined with a whisper of fondness, the affection he felt for you seeping through the cracks. “loveliest fucking thing in the seven kingdoms,” he paused, before a twitch of a smirk touched his lips. “with a pussy i would fight wars for.”
the words were crude, but they made you squeeze harder around baelor’s cock, the rhythm of your hips faltering for just a moment as you felt heat crawl up your spine at your husband’s words. gods, he could be so wanton at times, but that was another reason why you loved him. why you always get so, so wet for him. just as wet as you were now, dripping all over his brother’s cock, making the snap of baelor’s thrust sound sloppy and debauched.
“ah, she liked that,” was whispered against your ear, tone fond but laced with amusement. “she’s soaking me so much, brother,” a low chuckle, before baelor’s hands drifted down to grip handfuls of your ass, letting the plush flesh dimple through his fingers, slowly urging you to move faster. “making such a mess, my lady. no wonder my brother loves to tongue at this sweet cunt so much. he’s always drinking his fill, isn’t he?”
you couldn’t see the shape of his lips, but you knew there was a teasing curve to them as he crooned into your ear, one broad palm softly patting at one ass cheek, urging your hips to roll deeper, for you to bounce quicker, to take his cock like you meant it. like you would maekar’s.
refusal wasn’t an option, not when you felt so warm and cradled in his lap, feeling more feverish by the second, the pleasure slowly pooling in the pit of your stomach flaring more and more, your peak rapidly approaching.
“if you make her cum, maybe i’ll allow you to get a taste of that sweet cunt,” came your husband’s voice, almost amused. “have her ride your face,” he continued, voice dipping into something sinful, something that made your toes curl. “would you like that, wife? getting that pussy all over my brother’s face? show him how you like it licked?”
there was no other place to hide from the heat washing over you but deeper into baelor’s arms, hearing the older man chuckle fondly, patting at your buttocks, as if comforting you after his brother’s words. you wanted to refuse, to say that, no, only your husband can have his mouth between your legs, but all reason flew out the window, leaving you a moaning, shivering mess, nodding against baelor’s shoulder, fingers scrambling at his tunic, needing something to hold onto, lest you lose your composure for good.
baelor seemed pleased with your answer, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass now, lifting and dropping you back onto his cock, harder, faster, hips snapping up into your cunt with fervor, as if already eager for the promise of maekar’s words.
“shh, let go for me, my lady,” he encouraged, hushed and tender. “i’m eager to have a taste of what my brother so raves about.”
who was going to judge them? they were princes of the realm, heirs to the throne, and dragons in name and blood.
no one had to know how baelor sat back, goblet of wine in hand, watching how both of their pretty wives knelt at maekar’s feet, while his brother fed his cock into their mouths, alternating between them. maekar always let his beloved wife have a go first, carding his fingers through her hair, before holding his cock at the base and sliding into baelor's wife’s mouth, letting her suckle at it as well. and repeating the ordeal. again and again, each wife lapping softly at his length. his brother was greedy, but baelor couldn’t blame him.
just as maekar couldn’t blame his brother, as their pretty wives straddled his lap, one mounting a thick, muscled thigh, as the other slid down onto baelor’s cock. always his wife first, then maekar’s. one riding cock with fervor, while the other ground her clit against corded muscle, both needy and wanton. just as baelor and maekar wanted them. it was debauched, but their wives felt pleasure, felt cherished, and received all their attention, so in the end, if the women in their lives were happy and sated, so were they.
Maekar seeing how well you do with his kids and wanting to add another Maekarling
and you don’t need much convincing
18+ (smut, breeding duhhh)
he watches you from across the courtyard where you sit on a low stone bench, surrounded by blooming spring flowers and a gaggle of excitable children that are not made of your blood. but someone of lesser understanding would not have known that.
the deep crimson of your skirts pool out around you, an unfurling magnolia with velvet petals, as you perch on the seat with rhae curled in your lap, head tucked beneath your chin. aemon sits beside you, his head on your shoulder as he reads softly aloud, and daella sits at your feet, fingers running up and down the smooth expanse of your skirts. aegon stands on his toes behind you, pushing yet another small flower into your hair.
maekar pauses in the doorway, leaning against the stone arch as he observes. his children speak kindly to you, and you speak to them much the same, and as you soothe rhae with one hand, pet daella’s hair with the other, whilst listening to aemon’s muttering and allowing aegon to turn your hair into a garden, maekar realises something. he realises he wants this life with you.
and when he corners you that evening, his children put to bed and tucked out of sight, he realises you want the same thing.
he’s not gentle.
it had started gentle, as it usually did, but after pulling you apart on the flat of his tongue, followed by the stretch of two thick fingers, he knew exactly what he wanted and how he was going to get it. good thing you liked it like that.
maekar curls you over the edge of the bed, your body completely bare as you bend and lay amongst the silks and furs. a strong, calloused hand holds the back of your neck, anchoring you to the feathered mattress as he stretches your pussy open around the thick of his cock.
he groans, feeling your pussy pull tight around him as he ruts in. silk walls draw inwards, heavy against the ridges along his shaft and the vein, pumping hot with blood, that runs along the underside. his other hand is a vice on your hip, dimpling the flesh as he forces you back onto him, the slapping sounds of skin-on-skin loud in the evening silence of your chambers.
you mewl into the sheets beneath you, a string of saliva already catching out the side of your mouth as your husband thrusts into you, the movements deep and far-reaching. heavy balls nudge against the swollen pearl of your clit, and you mewl again, startled, when the head of his cock punches up towards the plug of your cervix.
“don’t fuss,” maekar grumbles, rutting into you, eyes trailing down the line of your spine and over the curve of your arse as he holds you down by the nape. your pussy drools around him, his flushed shaft slick as he pulls out, then shoves back in. he groans, “fuck, you always take me so well, don’t you?”
he doesn’t really want a response when he questions you like this, cock splitting you open as he pins you to your shared bed. you gape, breathy moans falling free of your throat as your fingers tangle in the silken sheets and sweat builds tacky down your back and thighs. he listens to you gasp and mewl, a crooked smile on his face as he kneads the fat at your hip.
“how many times…” maekar begins, sentence breaking momentarily as the wet squelch of your cunt becomes audible in the flame-soaked silence, the open hearth flickering nearby. you whimper, and your husband groans. “will i have to spill in this tight cunt before you’re full, huh? how many times will she have to take me before you’re round with my child?”
you let out a pathetic sound, some mix of a gasp and a moan, the syllables showing some semblance of his name, but it’s lost in the heat of your pleasure. a third orgasm sparks at the ends of your nerves, flames flickering across the walls of your womb, deep in your pelvis.
maekar grunts, strands of white hair falling loose over his forehead, cheeks hued with pink beneath the candlelight. he palms the flesh of your arse now as the hand on your neck pushes you deeper against the bed.
“is that what you want, little dove?” he asks as his hips rock, the leaking head of his cock pushing right up against that perfect spot inside you. your back arches and you cry out his name, pussy fluttering as heat fills the base of your tummy. he grunts, continuing as you squirm. “you want me to fill you? spill deep inside this tight cunt ‘til she makes a right mess of herself, yeah?”
“maekar,” you manage out, and it’s low and tense and strung across a high-pitched moan. you fist the silks and furs for support as he rocks against you, bed creaking.
“i’m right here,” he whispers, barely audible over his hips slamming against your arse. the fingers on your neck give you a gentle squeeze, and you suck in a shallow breath. then, he groans, the thick of his cock sucked in tight as your pussy flutters around him. “oh, she wants it, little dove. wants me to fill her—wants me to make you a mother.”
you cry out at his words, your release strung taut across your sparking nerves. it’s right there, your entire body growing rigid beneath him as he spears you apart on his cock. you grow hot, and hotter still, tension deep through the lines of your pelvis as you angle your hips to meet his thrusts, heartbeat heavy in your clit.
maekar huffs and grunts behind you, his voice breaking across a poorly hidden whine. “fuck, fu-uh-ck, oh, little dove, here we go, here we go…”
he coaxes you through your orgasm as it ignites and overwhelms you. your body shakes, trembles like a picked flower, as heat bursts through your pelvis and the depths of your womb, your pussy squeezing tight around him. you moan, his name and his title up in the air around you, as stars burst behind your lowering lids and your legs threaten to give out.
but he’s not far behind you—as you come, he groans his praises, guiding you through the fissuring of pleasure with “that’s it, there we go” and “good girl, just like that” as he ruts his cock towards the base of your womb. with each thrust into you, slick dribbles out around his shaft, and he feels it along the seam of his balls as they draw up, visions of you fat with his child at the forefront of his mind.
maekar groans loudly. “gods, you’ll look perfect round with my child—fuck, i’ll be good to you, little dove, an’ i’ll keep you full all—the—fucking—time—” thrust, thrust, thrust, with each word, before he’s letting out a hoarse moan of your name and shoving himself to the hilt inside you.
he rolls his hips, sliding against you in lazy movements as he spills right against your cervix. still fizzling down from your own orgasm, you let out a shaky moan as he fills you, seed too warm in the base of your pelvis. his cock twitches, jerks inside you as your walls flutter, then pull him in even tighter as his seed fills you, fills you still, then settles.
he doesn’t pull out, but he collapses half way on top of you—the hand on your neck moving to bracket your head. you shift a little, panting as he plants a wet kiss to the corner of your mouth. you whine, turning your head to slide your lips to his. he grunts into your mouth as your tongues meet, and you taste yourself on him as your heart begins to slow beneath your ribs. he pulls away, resting his dewy forehead against your temple.
“it’ll take,” he says like he’s sure of it. like he knows it will.
“and if it doesn’t?” you counter through a mumble, limbs lax as you melt into the silks and furs, his body a firm press atop yours.
maekar chuckles. it’s a deep, low sound that vibrates through his chest, and it makes a little whine slip past your lips.
“then we keep trying,” he mutters, rolling his hips and nudging his cock deeper. you whimper, a shudder racking through you in response. he kisses your warm cheek. “i’ll fill you again and again, every fucking night, until you’re too full to even move… understood?”
you nod, words evading you as he noses your cheekbone, kissing you softly there too as his cock twitches where it sits deep, plugging you full of him.
