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❛❛ keeping your sleepy boyfriend up with your silly questions
Peter lays on his stomach, head half-buried in his pillow, hair damp from a rushed shower, and sweatpants slung low around his hips. His shirt had ridden up to show his pale ribcage; you can tell by the slow and heavy breaths that he’s close to falling asleep. He had come back home dead tired from a long day of work at the station with your mom, nearly falling asleep in the shower if it wasn't for you reminding him not to hog all the hot water.
You quietly snuck out of the bathroom and into the bedroom that was dimly lit from the small lamp that was on the desk—a gift from Peter who swore it wouldn’t hurt your eyes—along with the Christmas lights the two of you had strung up on the headboard months ago.
Christmas has always been your favorite time of the year ever since you were little—your mom had the embarrassing childhood pictures to prove it. But the misfortune your family had been through had taken the joy from the holiday. To celebrate, it had felt more like a chore over the years, trying to get your mom and Leah together for it without any arguments.
Peter helped you find how to love it again.
You quietly tiptoed to the bed, scrunching your nose up at the sound of the bed creaking when you got on it. You smiled and watched as he barely stirred as he felt the mattress dip under your weight as you moved to lie on your side next to him. He looked so cute with his cheeks pressed into his pillow, his sleepy pout on his lips, and his messy hair; you almost hated to disrupt his peace, almost.
“Pete?” You cooed, laying a gentle hand on his back, rubbing soft circles over the dip of his back, your other hand holding up your head. He breathed out a quiet exhale, letting out a small hum, too tired to speak. All he could think about was how warm and comfortable the bed was, practically lulling him to sleep.
“Would you still love me if I were bald but only had bangs?” Your tone was dead serious but soft, waiting patiently for your boyfriend's response. He slowly turned his head to face you, eyes still closed, and face still pressed into the pillow.
“What?” He mumbles out in confusion and disbelief, voice muffled by the pillow. He wouldn’t be surprised if his sleep-deprived mind made that whole sentence up. He had worked so hard at the station, following all the leads Liz wanted, hoping that he’d get home to you sooner. But it didn’t happen like that. He finished one thing, and then Liz had four more things for him to do.
“Omg I knew you wouldn’t.” You pouted dramatically with a small huff, moving your hand from his lower back to teasingly poke his side. Peter lets out a strange noise at the feeling of your fingers digging into his skin, instinctively bringing his arm down to protect his side. You knew he was very ticklish.
He let out a small groan as he fluttered his eyes open, looking at you through his half-lidded eyes. His words held no weight as he muttered, “You are being ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous in lov—“ you cooed as you smiled at him, only to be cut off when he surged forward, pulling you into a kiss to silence you. You let out a muffled hum at the happy interruption, leaning into the kiss as your lips slowly moved in tandem in sweet kisses.
Peter rested his forehead against yours after he slowly pulled away, mumbling against your lips, “Go to sleep.”
You pouted with a small huff as he pulled away and lay his head back on the pillow, his eyes closed. He just gave you the sweetest kiss, and yet he was just lying back down? You roll over to lie on your stomach, your legs up, as you rest your head in your hands. The last thing you wanted to do was sleep; you barely got to see Peter in the span of the past few days…you missed him.
You whispered fondly as you admired his features, “You’re so cat coded.”
Peter groaned sleepily and hid his face in his pillow, hiding his smile that he couldn’t contain. You tilt your head to the side and absentmindedly slowly kick your feet back and forth in the air. You hummed thoughtfully, “Pete baby, I have a question.”
“Please don't start this,” Peter pleaded dramatically, knowing that this wasn’t going to be just one question; it never was with you on nights like this. Despite all of his ‘complaining’—he truly did love these moments, because he loved you.
You ignored Peter’s dramatic plea and scooted closer to him, whispering, “If I went into a coma and you got in a relationship but then I woke up, who would you be with?”
He couldn’t help but groan loudly at your words, squeezing his eyes shut as he rolled over onto his side to face you, still hiding his face in the pillow. He scrunched his nose up, not liking your words at all, and he wasn’t going to entertain them anymore.
His words came out muffled, “Why would you ask me that before bed?—I'm going to have a nightmare.”
You giggled at how cute he sounded and how cute he looked with his face squished against the pillow, his nose scrunched up, and he had that cute pout on his lips you so desperately wanted to kiss. Your eyes slowly trailed down his bare chest and to his bicep, which looked like it was begging to be bitten, and that’s just what you did. You leaned forward and playfully nipped at his warm skin, letting your tongue smooth the sting. All Peter could do was let out a mix of a moan and groan, “Mmph.”
You pull away and pout dramatically at the lack of reaction he gave you; your boyfriend really was tired. Too bad you weren’t. Your sweet boyfriend has been gone all day, leaving you all alone and bored at home. Could anyone really blame you for wanting to have a conversation with your boyfriend that you missed?
“Would you still love me if I got turned into a fish by an evil wizard?” You asked seriously, using your free hand that wasn’t holding your head up, to softly caress his hip. Your fingers teasingly dipped under the band of his boxers, feeling him tense under your touch. Peter mutters with a tired huff, a hint of humor in his tone, “No.”
“But I'd still be me!—well, in fish form…you're really going to let the evil wizard tear us apart like that!?” You exclaimed dramatically with a gasp, sitting up on your elbow as you looked down at him. He sighed as he felt the bed shift, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you, blinking a few times so he could fully admire how pretty you looked. Even with that faux upset look on your face.
“Mhm”
“I’m going to suffocate you,” you hissed playfully, trying to hold back your smile and laugh as the two of you locked eyes. The tiredness you were starting to sadly feel made you feel even more silly; it was a cute sight in Peter's eyes. Peter rolled his eyes dramatically before he fauxed boredom. “Please do”
“Rude,” you pouted with a small huff as you moved to lie back down on your side, resting one of your hands under your face, the other resting between your bodies. Peter hummed and adjusted the blanket so he could pull it over the two of you, making sure you were properly tucked in and warm.
You smile and lie there comfortably as he tucks the two of you in tight under the couple of blankets. He hummed happily and rested his head back on his pillow, giving you a big dopey smile that showed off his dimples. Your legs brushed against each other before you tangled them together. Just as his eyes started to close, you were opening your mouth, ”If I were cloned, would you have two girlfriends?”
That was not the ‘I love you’ or the ‘good night’ he expected. He let out a tired chuckle before muttering in confusion, “No?”
“Why not? Do you not love me enough?” You questioned him with a fake glare and an accusing hum. You raise your eyebrow and move your finger to poke his stomach. He winced dramatically and opened his eyes again, giving you an annoyed look, but you could see his lips twitching, holding himself back from smiling.
He gives you an unimpressed look, “Babe.”
You let out a dramatic and loud sigh, nodding softly as you pout and move your leg between his thighs, adjusting a little to get comfortable. “Okay, okay, I'm done.”
A few beats of silence…and then the sound of his whisper, “I’d have three.”
The two of you break out into a fit of tired giggles at his words, the fact that the two of you were tired made it so much more funnier than it was. Peter presses his face into the pillow to muffle his laughter when you finally speak between your giggles, “Crazy fivesome that is.”
Peter smiled as he watched you calm down from your laughter, a heavy breath leaving your parted lips. There were a few moments of silence as the two of you stared lovingly into each other's eyes, talking with your eyes. He leaned his head forward, softly pressing his forehead against yours, the two of you fluttering your eyes closed at the soft contact.
You knew you could fall asleep in that moment, his warmth and soft touch. The faint sound of his breathing, the way the bed and blankets molded around the two of you. But no matter how tired you were—you just couldn’t turn your brain off. You flutter your eyes open, whispering mischievously, “Would you ever fuck me wearing your police uniform?”
“Oh my god, go to bed,” Peter huffed with a dramatic whine, reaching his arm out so he could grab your waist and pull you closer so you were pressed up against him. You couldn’t help but giggle as he held you tightly against him, tilting your head up to say another sassy remark, but all that left your lips was laughter, feeling a little ticklish from the way he held your waist.
Peter felt his face and neck go warm at your words, leaning down and shushing you with a few quick kisses to your lips. A small huff of annoyance left your lips when he pulled away too soon; he had to stop himself from smirking at the sound. He adjusted the two of you so you could lie more comfortably, your head snuggled into his chest. Slipping his hand under your shirt so his warm hand can rub softly at your back, he placed a long kiss on the top of your head.
You let out a small sigh, your body melting into his touch. No more questions, you decided. The sound of his heartbeat against your ear soothes you, along with his warm touch. You close your eyes and let yourself finally relax, tracing a heart on his side. A silent ‘I love you’, Peter was quick to do the same thing on your back.
With your face squished against his chest, you couldn’t see how the flustered look on his face turned into a cocky smile as he thought real hard on your last question. He holds you tighter, mumbling into your hair, loud enough for you to hear, “The answer is yes, by the way.”
You smiled triumphantly at his words, making sure to put that on your mental to-do list!
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Ი𐑼 here’s the first fic for our babies (∩˃o˂∩) ♡ i am oh so in love with them and i hope you are too 🤞please tell me your thoughts , this is a interactive au so your guy’s thoughts, ideas, and opinions are very important and wanted !! comments, reblogs and feedback is very welcomed !!
𝗢𝗥 𓈒 𓈒 you find a way to comfort your boyfriend during a thunderstorm
contains : established relationship fluff smut mentions of the horrific phil graham & abuse one mention of reader having longer hair oral (male r) unprotected sex cumming inside 𝘄 ｡ 3707
You were sleeping peacefully to the sound of the thunderstorm and the feeling of your boyfriend's warm arm around you, until you felt his arm leave your waist and the bed shifting behind you. Over the past 30ish minutes, you could feel your restless boyfriend stir around behind you, but then he’d go still, making you believe he’d fallen back asleep.
But then you heard that tired sigh leave Garrett’s lips, and you knew that sleep for him wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.
You slowly turned your body to face him, the sheets ruffling with you. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you felt him adjust his arm that was under your head into a new position as he moved to lie on his back. You placed your hand on his chest as you tilted your head that was now resting on his shoulder to look up at him. He was so warm, your personal heater.
Garrett looks down at you, smiling faintly at the cute, tired pout you had on your lips. His hair was messy from the tossing and turning he did; the smile on his lips didn't reach his eyes, and he looked tired. Your sleepy whisper is filled with worry as you realize, “You haven’t slept?”
“I’ve slept some.” His tongue matched yours, both tired. You frown and scoot closer to him, sitting up a little and leaning back on your elbow. You were worried; your boyfriend rarely had trouble sleeping, and when he did, it was because he had something on his mind. Almost always because of his Father.
You look down at him, bringing your hand that rested on his chest up to softly brush some of his hair out of his face, his eyes fluttering closed at your soft touch. The pad of your thumb caresses his cheekbone as you ask, “What’s wrong, my love?”
“Nothing to worry your pretty little head about,” Garrett spoke in a soft, promising tone, his heart filling with warmth at the sweet nickname you called him. He didn't know why he was embarrassed to tell you the real reason why he couldn’t sleep, that the thunderstorm reminded him of his father.
“Well, too bad because I’m worried, you need your rest.” You tried your best to sound stern, but it only made Garrett chuckle, finding it cute. You pout in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest; your complaints about him not taking you seriously came out muffled. Garrett wraps his arms around you, holding you close.
“I’m alright, baby,” Garrett whispered before he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hands softly caressing your arms and back. A loud clap of thunder and lightning nearly shakes his room, and your boyfriend's reaction to the loud sound betrays his previous words.
“Aw, gare, it's just a little thunder.” You tried your best to comfort him, softly caressing his cheek. His body trembled for a short moment from the hard flinch that went through his body. You have always been able to sleep through the thunderstorms, so you never noticed his fear until now.
Garrett sighs but doesn’t pull away from your touch, instead leaning into it as he closes his eyes. His voice came out in a weak, embarrassed whisper, “Please don't baby me.”
“Come on, we both know you like it when I baby you.” You whisper teasingly in his ear, eager to change the direction of the night. Your lips littered a soft trail of kisses down his neck and to his bare shoulder, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch. Garrett felt his breath hitch, his leg rubbing against yours at the feeling of your soft lips against him.
“So responsive,” you got out between giggles as you fully sit up, you smile down at him sweetly when he pouts at the loss of feeling your lips on him. You trail your hand slowly down his bare chest, your eyes not leaving his as you feel the ridges of his abs and muscles flexing, you can feel his chest rise and fall faster. All because of your touch.
Garrett’s eyes widened, and he quickly bit his bottom lip to hold back the groan he wanted to let out at the feeling of your finger dipping under the waistband of his sweatpants. Teasingly tracing the skin under. You were so close to where he wanted your touch the most, but so far at the same time, it was driving him crazy.
“Babe.” Garrett groaned. Your poor boy was already so worked up. You pull your hand away, and you instead swing your leg over his waist, now straddling his lap. He immediately brings his hands to your bare thighs, caressing the soft skin. This was not how he envisioned the night to go, but he surely wasn’t complying.
“C’mon, let me distract you.” You whispered seductively as you leaned down, and you placed your hands on the side of his head, softly gripping the pillow he was lying on. Your hair fell around you, hiding you and Garrett away in your own world. Garrett smiles big up at you and moves his hands up your side from your thighs to softly cup your cheeks and pull you down more, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss.
You flutter your eyes closed eagerly, kissing him back, your lips moving perfectly against his, taking the lead of the kiss, and Garrett was quick to follow. You gently nip his bottom lip, his mouth opening with a whine, and you take the chance to slip your tongue into his mouth. Garrett breaks the kiss for a second to let out a loud moan, his hands moving to hold your hips. You were absentmindedly grinding your hips against his, and it was starting to feel torturous for him in his now tight sweatpants.
You let out a giggle when you now notice how hard he is under you, teasingly rubbing against him again, smirking when he lets out a throaty groan. Garrett holds your hips still and looks up at you with a smile, both of you panting against each other's lips. You watch as your boyfriend looks down at your lips, his eyes focused on your wet lips as he rubs his thumb against your bottom lip. The thunderstorm and torturous thoughts about his father were long gone.
“This is going to be a long night,” Garrett whispers when he sees the desire in your eyes, and his words are confirmed by the lustful smirk you give him.
“A pleasurable one”
His breath hitched as you teasingly dragged your nails down his abs, teasingly dipping your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants and briefs. His hips can’t help but rise at the feeling. Garrett groans with a small pout as he clenches his abs, his hands squeezing your thighs. “Please don't tease.”
“You're so pretty when you pout,” You whispered tauntingly as you looked down at him with your own pout. You didn’t know where this kick of dominance was coming from, but you were enjoying it. And Garrett would let you…well, for a little bit. He held his tongue as he looked up at you. He would let you enjoy this little power trip until he deemed it unnecessary.
You leaned down and placed a quick, feather-light kiss on his lips, then to his collarbone and shoulder before you lifted off his lap and moved to lie on your stomach between his spread legs. Your hands slowly traveled down his legs and thighs with your movement. Garrett cleared his throat and sat up straighter against the headboard, seeing your pretty face, the smile on your lips so close to his bulge was too much for his mind to process.
You kept your pretty eyes on him as you dipped your fingers under the waistbands of his sweatpants and briefs. The ache between your thighs made you give up on the slow teasing you wanted to put your boyfriend through. You pulled down his sweatpants and briefs in one swift pull with the help of him lifting his hips. His dick sprang up and slapped against his abdomen, your eyes lighting up at the sight. A mix of a hiss and a moan left his lips at the feeling “Fuckk.”
You reached forward and took him into your hands, a groan leaving his lips at the feeling of your soft hands tightly wrapped around his dick. You liked your lips, wetting them as you slowly moved your hand up and down. His hips couldn’t help but jerk up at the feeling of your thumb pressing against his sensitive tip, smearing his leaking precum.
You rested your forearms on his thighs and gripped the base of his dick in one hand, the other hand resting on his abdomen, while you leaned down and took his throbbing tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, moaning at the taste of him. You looked up at him as you hollowed your cheeks, flattening your tongue under his dick before bobbing your head up and down.
“You’re so pretty like this.” Garrett choked out between his moans, his hand coming down to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear before making a makeshift pony, helping you bob your head up and down. Up and down and repeat. His jaw was slack as throat moans left his lips as you took him deeper in your mouth, you had no problem taking his hard length down your throat as your fingers dug into the skin of muscular thighs.
A wince left his lips at the pleasurable sting from your nails, and he couldn’t help but lift his hips as a reaction, the muffled gag leaving your lips from the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat caused him to let out a loud whine. Tilting his head back in pleasure as his grip on your hair tightens.
“Good girl,” he moaned, the praise going straight to your pussy. Garrett could stay like this for hours, his pretty girlfriend between his thighs for him, looking up at him with those eyes, your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, worshipping him. But he needed to feel your other lips wrapped around him. God, he couldn’t take it anymore; he needed more.
Garrett sat up straighter and pulled your swollen lips off his dick by your hair with a loud wet pop. A confused whine leaves your lips, but you’re quickly shushed at the feeling of him wiping the spit of your lips with his thumb. Both of your chests were rising and falling with heavy breaths as you tried to catch your breath. Before you could ask why he made you stop, he was cupping your face with both hands and pulling you back up into his lap and into a wet and messy kiss.
You moaned into his mouth, your tongues in an ongoing battle for dominance, you absentmindedly grind against him as you cupped his face to deepen the kiss. Garrett groaned into the kiss at the taste of himself on your tongue and the feeling of your panties brushing against his sensitive tip.
You pulled away from the messy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. Your hands moved to your hips, pulling off your shirt swiftly and tossing it somewhere in his room. Garrett moaned at the sight of your pretty tits out on full display for him. He brought his hands up to squeeze them in his palms, cooing, "There’s my pretty girls.”
“Missed my girls so much fuckk” Garrett groaned with a smirk as he massaged your tits, whimpers leaving your parted lips when he started rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Fuck she's so responsive, he thought to himself with a smirk as he watched you moan and grind against him.
You gasped and softly tugged on the long hair at his nape when he leaned down and latched his hot mouth on one of your hardened and sensitive nipples, his tongue swirling around while pinching and playing with the other one.
“Gare please,” You whined pitifully as your panties started to become uncomfortably wet, the throbbing almost becoming unbearable.
Garrett chuckled darkly after he pulled away from your boob with a loud pop, both of his hands trailing down your body to roughly squeeze your ass and pull you flush against his chest. His large, warm hands caressed the soft skin of the inside and back of your thighs before playfully snapping the lace fabric against your skin with a loud snap!
You gasped and jolted in his lap at the slight sting.
Before you can open your mouth to complain about his teasing, he’s already sliding your panties down your thighs, groaning at the sight of the string of arousal connecting the damp panties and your pussy. You bit your lip in embarrassment, but the feeling didn't last long when your boyfriend whispered huskily in your ear, “God, that’s so fucking sexy.”
“Gare pleaseee,” you whined in his ear. The feeling of your heavy breaths against his skin sent a chill down his spine, while the feeling of the tip of his dick brushing against your wet folds made your thighs twitch in anticipation, your patience running thin.
“Oh? Begging already…where did my confident girl go, huh?” Garrett asked tauntingly as he gripped your waist with one hand while the other gripped your chin as he continued to tease you with his words, a smirk on his lips.
“S’cute, you suck my dick, and now you're just a needy mess in my lap.”
“Don’t be mean Gare” you pouted, your tone coming out in an eager whine. Your boyfriend chuckled and gripped your chin harder, teasingly dipping his thumb through your parted lips. You sighed impatiently and moved your hand between your bodies, grabbing his throbbing dick into your hand, tired of waiting.
“What? I thought you liked it when I was a little me—holy fuck, babe!” A mixture of a deep moan and gasp left his lips at the feeling of you taking his dick into your soft hands again, guiding them through your slick folds. Small pants, leave your lips at the feeling, lifting your hips to line his sensitive tip to your entrance.
“Mmfuckk,” you whimpered as you slowly sank down on him, your thighs aching from the slow pace. No matter how many times they fucked—Garrett’s dick would always be a big stretch.
The muscles of his abs tensed and squeezed as he felt the velvety walls of your pussy sucking him in as you slowly sank, his eyes fluttering close for a few seconds and his jaw going slack, “yeah baby, just like that, takin’ me so well.”
“Fucking hell, Gare,” You whined out as you lazily rested your forehead against the column of his neck, chills spreading across his skin at the feeling of your heavy breaths. You could smell his cologne, and you felt like you were in a daze as you started to roll your hips against him. You felt so full.
Garrett softly rubbed your hips to help soothe the feeling of him stretching you out, kissing your temple as he grunted out, "Slowly, pretty girl, take your time.”
You adjusted your knees at his sides so you could be in a better position, slowly moving up and down so your body could get used to him once again, slowly sinking down to engulf the thickness of it. Small gasps and moans leave your lips, greeting drowned out by the storm. Garrett dug his fingers into your waist as he helped guide you up and down, building a faster pace that had both of you moaning.
“You’re so fucking big.” You let out a pretty little whine, making Garrett smirk. One of his hands moved from your waist and trailed up your back to grab your nape, pulling you away from his neck and into a passionate kiss.
You moaned into the kiss, cupping his face with both hands and nipping on his bottom lip when he slowly pulled away from the messy kiss, whispering breathlessly against your lips, “You can take it, baby.”
Your slick walls clamped around him with each roll of your hips; his large hands remained on your waist. Garrett’s eyes took in your glazed eyes, watching as your lips parted with pretty moans as you gyrated your hips faster.
“Atta girl,” Garrett mumbled huskily with a moan, his tone low and encouraging, a proud smile on his face. Garrett moaned and looked down between the two of you, watching as he disappeared into you, over and over again. He lifted his hips to meet your movements, bucking up into you, moaning lowly as you rolled your hips faster.
“Oh my god fuck.” You cried out between heavy breaths, the moans leaving your lips only turning him on more. Garrett felt like he was in a trance, his eyes glued to your bouncing tits, the sight making his dick twitch inside you and his mouth water.
“God, you make the prettiest noises,” He groaned before he surged forward, taking one of your tits into his mouth, moaning around the skin as he continued to buck his hips up into you.
“Yes, just like that!” You moaned loudly in pleasure, his thick length hitting your deepest spot with every powerful bounce. You braced yourself on your knees, feeling yourself get closer and closer to your peak. Garrett moaned loudly at you clamping down around him, pulling away from your tits to look up at you.
You looked so enchanting like this, face twisted in pleasure as you tossed your head back, your neck looked so inviting for his mouth. You smirked at the fucked out look on your boyfriend's face, resting your forehead against his as you picked up your pace, your thighs trembling and aching.
Garrett immediately noticed and held your thighs, helping you move up and down, staring into your glazed-over eyes. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with their heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure and the lewd, wet squelching noise of your arousal coating his dick. They could barely hear the storm.
“Oh, love,” you moaned breathlessly, tangling your fingers in the hair at his nape. Your boyfriend knew that moan; you were close. He held your body with one arm while he moved the other hand down between them, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions, wanting to make your orgasm even more intense.
His voice cracked as he panted against your lips, “Together?” You whined in pleasure, eagerly nodding in agreement.
His eyes remained on you. He loved the way you looked right now, so lost in pleasure, your face contorted in ecstasy. Your hair was a mess, sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead. Your body moved so beautifully.
“I-I’m gonna cum” You mewled, your nails scratching into his shoulder blades, leaning down to press your chest flush against him. Despite your legs feeling like jelly, you continued to chase your releases, moving up and down, their sweaty bodies sticking together.
“Holy fuck, you feel like heaven.” Garrett’s deep grunts and moans were hypnotizing, pushing you even closer to the edge. He felt your walls flutter around him, knowing you were moments away from climax.
He increased the pressure of his thumb on your clit, his other arm pulling you down against him harder. He grunts out desperately, “C’mon baby—mm’fuck cum with me.”
“Garrett!” You cried out, the coil in your stomach finally snapping, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through your body, your nails engraving small crescents into his skin. Garrett groaned, feeling your walls clamp and convulse around him, his abs tense at the familiar feeling of his release.
He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, slamming into your sweet spots as he chased his.
“mm—fuck!” his mouth dropped open with a loud moan as he released deep inside you, thrusting into you a few more times before it got too much. Your head fell forward onto his shoulder, a choked-out moan leaving your lips at the feeling of him filling you up with his seed. The two of them sat there in silence, tangled in each other's arms as they slowly came down from their highs.
“You okay, baby?” Garrett asked softly between his heavy breaths, holding your face gently in his hand as he stared into your pretty eyes. You smiled tiredly and softly brushed your nose against his before resting your forehead back against his sweaty shoulder. “Yeah, m’perfect”
“You did so good” Garrett placed soft kisses along the side of your face, one of his hands gently brushing your hair out of your face while the other rubbed your back soothingly. You hummed tiredly and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, pulling him into a lazy hug.
You placed soft kisses on the little marks on his shoulders from your nails, whispering sweet praises against his hot skin. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before he carefully lifted your hips so he could slip out of you with no discomfort, only a little whimper.
Neither of you cared about the mess between you yet.
Your body melted into your boyfriend as he carefully maneuvered the two of you into a more comfortable position in his bed. He held your trembling body close. His strong arms were wrapped around you protectively as you both lay on your side facing each other, legs tangled together under the blanket. Your head was perfectly tucked under his chin, bare chests pressed against each other.
His body and mind were too tired to flinch or notice the loud storm that continued. All he could focus on was the feeling of you pressed against him, the soft breaths you were letting out against his chest. Garrett smiled sleepily into your hair as he felt you slowly fall asleep in his arms. Your hand that was soothingly caressing his back went limp. He placed a long but soft kiss on the top of your head as he whispered tiredly, “Thank you.”
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Ი𐑼 the ending is so rushed guys omfg 😺 but it’s fineee we move on from that !! I really wanted to wait to post this but i couldn’t lol , please tell me your thoughts and opinions , feedback means everything mwah 💖
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𝗢𝗥 𓈒 𓈒 logan finds out that calling your drunk girlfriend jealous means instant tears
contains : established relationship fluff angst? dramatic and drunk reader she’s a mess but he loves it 𝘄 ｡ 710
“You were talking to her! And you were smiling!” You shouted, your words coming out slurred from all the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night with your friends. You had your arms crossed, and you were swaying on your feet as you tried your best to glare at your boyfriend, who was standing across from you in his dorm room. Your glare was more adorable than angry.
“I was being polite! She was asking for suggestions on how to get her and her girlfriend home,” Logan voiced loudly, emphasizing the girlfriend part. The whole ride back from Malone’s, you were giving the silent treatment, leaving Logan to sit there as he tried not to let it affect him, reminding himself that his adorable and dramatic girlfriend was very much drunk.
The two of you had been at Malone’s with your group of friends for karaoke night. You had been dancing with Allie and Hannah when you noticed your boyfriend talking to another girl at the counter. You didn’t like how close she stood to him, and you hated even more that he had a smile on his face. Your mind was too clouded with all the fruity drinks you had with Hannah to notice how it was just him being polite.
Now the two of you stood in his dorm room, your clothes and shoes thrown over his floor as you wore one of his shirts that was definitely on backwards, you swore that you didn't need his help to change. Logan nearly had a heart attack at the sight of you almost tripping over your own feet as you pulled off your shirt, too drunk to stand still. Logan was still in the clothes he wore out, too focused on defusing the situation to change.
“She stood too close to you, and you didn't even care.” Your voice was much softer this time, your throat hurting from all the screaming and singing you had done tonight with your friends. You blame it on Allie. Your clearly altered mind started to play tricks on you as your imagination went wild; you couldn’t help but tear up.
“You’re the most jealous woman I know!’ Logan threw his head up as he shook his head in disbelief before resting his hands on his hips. He wasn't upset with you by any means; he was just tired and strangely very entertained. How did he get himself into this situation? Logan clearly didn't notice your watery eyes because if he did, he would never have raised his voice.
“You know other women?” Your whisper came out small and pitiful, tears slowly rolling down your face and mixing with your mascara as your arms fell at your sides in dramatic defeat.
Logan’s shoulders sank as he sighed. His poor girl was just way too drunk to fully understand what was happening and her feelings. He stepped towards you and was quick to pull you into his arms for a hug that both of you desperately needed. “Aw, baby.”
“Pretty, you are the only woman for me,” Logan whispered sweetly as he held you close to his chest. He felt you melt into your arms at his reassuring words, wasting no time to wrap your arms tightly around his waist.
“Promise?” You sniffled, your voice coming out muffled from your face being pressed against his chest, but Logan heard you just fine. You closed your eyes, you felt so tired all of a sudden, and the safety and warmth of your boyfriend's arms were not helping you want to stay awake.
“I promise pretty.” He promises as he rubbed your back softly, a small smile forming back on his lips when he notices your sniffles quiet down and stop. After a couple of minutes, you lift your head up to look at him, your chin resting on his chest. Logan smiled fondly and leaned down to softly peck the tip of your nose before placing a soft kiss on your lips.
His thumbs softly wiped away your tears and traces of mascara on your pretty face. He spoke quietly with a grin, seeing the tiredness in your eyes. “Now, let's go to the bathroom, you forgot to take your makeup off on your left side.”
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𐔌 ⠀⠀𓂃 ࣪ ִ⠀⠀aerion targaryen x spoiled princess reader !
contains ᦸ targcest smut oral f!receiving face sitting sub! aerion he cums in his pants manipulative reader! mentions of wounds and blood rushed ending? ٫٫ 4.1k part one
❛❛ you give your devote prince what he truly desires
Your footsteps were faint as you walked gracefully through one of the stone hallways in Ashford Castle; the torchlights flickered across the stone-carved walls and across your face, illuminating your purple eyes even more. The hemline of your robe brushed against your ankles with every step you took closer to his room. Closer to him.
A satisfied feeling spreads across your body when you see your sworn shield standing outside the door, meaning he had succeeded in the command you had given him. He never did like to make his princess angry. One of his hands was resting on the pommel of his sword, the torchlight flickering across his handsome face. The corner of your lips almost twitches up into a smirk when you notice the way his posture immediately straightens up when he notices your presence.
“Princess.” He bowed his head deeply in respect as you stopped in front of him. His eyes had no shame as he admired your form; it's not like you minded it anyway. You loved the attention. You were used to his wandering eyes and his touch. Ser Roland Crakehall had been your sworn shield for years; he knew some of your darkest secrets—the ones you allowed him to know at least.
The two of you shared dark secrets of your own.
“Be easy on him, princess. He won't survive any more of your cruelty." Ser Roland gave you that charming smirk, his tone teasing as he stepped to the side and quietly opened the large wood door to the prince’s private chambers. His eyes slowly raked up and down your body, a look you were all too familiar with in his eyes.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you brushed past him and stepped into the doorway, looking back at him over your shoulder. Your tone was dangerously soft but filled with seduction as you batted your eyelashes coyly at him, “Maybe that’s what I desire.”
You drew your eyes away from your sworn shield as he quietly closed the door behind you, your eyes taking in the room. It was smaller than the one you were given, of course, Lord Ashford wouldn’t dare to insult the princess like that. The scent of the herbal healing medicines and the faint smell of blood lingered, mingling with the smoky scent from the lit fireplace.
The chambers were faintly lit by the flickers of the few candles in the wall holders, along with the moonlight. The contrast of the warm ambers danced with the cool blue hues of the night, creating a chiaroscuro ambiance.
Your eyes moved from the fireplace, following the glow of the moonlight to the large bed in the middle of the room, when you heard the sound of the furs rustling, accompanied by a weak groan. Your eyes found his pathetic figure in the dimly lit room. You took a few steps deeper into the room, your sharp and piercing eyes not leaving his still form.
“He won’t stop asking for you.”
Those words were indelibly etched in your mind over the past couple of days following the pathetic excuse of a trial of seven. Aerion was pathetic—letting everyone see how desperate he was, having the servants see him in such a way. Maybe if you were a better person, you might have felt a little sympathy for the servants who had to go back to Aerion, facing his wrath when he noticed you were nowhere in sight.
But you weren’t, and you were tired of their constant pestering.
Even that useless maester dared to stop you in one of the hallways, spewing some nonsense about how it could do some good for the injured prince if you went to see him, you stopped listening to the cunt when he said something about uplifting Aerion’s spirits.
From the servants to the maester, pestering you—you were utterly displeased.
You honestly couldn’t care less about the state Aerion was in and had no desire to see him—In your eyes, he deserved everything that had happened to him; he deserved worse. He embarrassed them all. It was amusing that Aerion had the gall to make a farce about Daeron having others clean up his messes, but then have 6 others fight his battles for him, instead of facing the hedge knight himself—but then your uncle came to you.
“Please, sweet girl, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think I’d help.”
It was unnatural to see your stern uncle in such a way when he had come to see you late in the night. You could see it in his posture that he hadn’t come for you to kiss all over his cuts and bruises; he wasn't searching for that addictive high and peace he always got while in your presence. He was silent as he poured him a goblet of wine, his footsteps heavy and slow as he limped over to the bed. A heavy grunt left his lips as he sat on the edge.
You had quietly pushed the thick blankets off of you, the bed creaking as you crawled over to where Maekar sat. The hem of your short nightgown raised to the top of your thighs as you shifted to sit up on your knees. You were careful as you hugged your tense uncle from behind, placing the softest kisses to where his neck and shoulder met. When he uttered those words, your jaw clenched, you knew you couldn’t say no to Maekar…not him…not when he was like this.
That was the night before, and you were just now coming to see the hurt prince. You wanted to make him suffer more; he was never one for patience. The more desperate he was, the better it was to toy with him. And Gods did you love to toy with him. He was good at taking it, a rare compliment from you in your own sick way.
“I asked for you...days ago—“ Aerion managed to speak through clenched teeth, every word costing him. He bit off a groan, cutting himself off with a pained cough as he slowly turned his head to find you, his eyesight blurry, but he could see your glorious figure moving closer to him.
He let out a sharp exhale before he continued in a strained voice, “And you come now?”
Your hands gathered the fabric of your robe and nightgown at your hips as your steps paused before the rug, stepping out of your slippers and onto the hand-woven rug. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, clearly irritated by his words. “If you truly wanted to see me, you would have gotten up and found me yourself.”
You took a few more steps closer to the bed, scrunching your nose up at the ghastly sight of the cuts and bruises decorating his skin, the more serious ones covered by bandages. The blanket was pulled up to his waist, his skin covered in moonlight kisses.
You shook your head mockingly, stopping your lips from twitching into a smirk as you leaned against the wooden bedpost. Your eyes raked over him slowly, a dramatic sigh leaving your lips as you continued, “But of course you had to get others to do it for you.”
”You didn't want me enough, is that it?” You accused him with a breathy whisper, your lips twisting into a faux pitiful pout. Your fingers slowly unbutton the top buttons of your robe to expose more skin as the words left your lips. You knew he would fall right into your palms after a little emotional guilt-tripping and skin showing.
It was pathetic how easy he was, and you loved it.
Aerion’s breath hitched, and his fingers weakly gripped the sheets, wishing his hands were gripping your hips instead. His mouth watered at the sight. He begged himself to move, to touch you and show you how much he truly wanted you, but he couldn’t, and you knew that. He grunted with a hint of a whine, “Stop.”
“Stop undressing? I thought you liked it when I’m all bare for you?” You taunted him with a tilt of your head, giving him a sultry view of the top of your chest and your neck—that dangerous pout still on your lips. You loved to use his own words against him, showing him how pathetic he truly is.
A pathetic whimper slipped past Aerion's lips, “Please….”
You swallowed the insults you wished to belittle him with, but remembering your uncle's defeated face caused you to stop. You let the robe slowly fall from your body and fall to a pile on the floor by your feet, showing your white—nearly sheer lace nightdress. Your hair was natural down your back in waves, the moonlight kissing along your skin. You looked enchanting under the moon and candlelight, Aerion’s breath hitching at the sight.
You hitched up your nightdress as you climbed up on the bed, the bed creaking from the movement. Your eyes never left his as you slowly crawled across the bed and closer to him on your hands and knees. He felt his mouth water at the sight of your chest, the way your tits pressed against the fabric so perfectly from the angle.
You noticed where his eyes fell, you purred tauntingly sweet, "Isn't this what you wanted? To see me?”
You stopped at his side, your hair falling down your back as you perched up on your side, holding yourself up with your elbow. Aerion’s brain instinctively told himself to move closer to you, but the strain on his body forced him to stay still. For the tiniest moment, you wondered what was wrong with you when you felt no sympathy at the sight of his injuries so up close.
You didn't feel sympathy, but you sure knew how to fake it.
“I don’t smell milk of the poppy,” you mused airily, just now noticing the lack of that nauseating smell of the thick white liquid in the room. Your free hand lifted, the tips of your fingers were feather-light as you slowly moved them up his thigh and lower abdomen.
His mouth dropped in want from the feeling of your delicate touch, something he’s never felt and something he didn't know he desired so much until he felt it in that moment. He didn't deserve the softness you scarcely showed. Every detail from your previous moment together and the cruel words you had spoken had played over and over in his head as he lay there for days. It was a beautiful nightmare that he couldn’t escape.
He didn't want to escape it.
“I wished to be myself when you came,” he whispered breathlessly as he tilted his head to look up at you better. You noticed the way his chest rose and fell faster, the corners of your lips just begging to twitch up into a smirk at the sight of him already so overwhelmed. He had been fully enthralled with you for as long as he could remember.
You felt disgust at the feeling of your heart fluttering from the pure devotion Aerion was once showing you again. Your fingertips were teasingly grazing against his sensitive nipples as you moved your fingers closer to his collarbone. Fluttering your eyelashes charmingly, you cooed breathlessly, “How devoted of you.”
“It was sweet of you,” You started as you broke the several beats of silence that filled the room, along with the faint sound of the fire crackling. The words you had murmured tasted bitter leaving your lips, but you knew it was necessary…your uncle better get you the prettiest dress or jewels as a reward for this.
You’d prefer his cock to a dress and jewels…and he knew that.
“You coming to me—wanting me, in moments you thought were your last,” you purred, your voice soft with honeyed satisfaction as you looked down at him through your eyelashes with your riveting gaze. Your fingers continued their journey across his chest, dancing around the bruises and cuts. Sweet wouldn’t have been the word you would choose if you were being honest; you hated how a small part of you found it desirable.
An unfamiliar warmth spreads across his chest as your words sink in, stabbing him right in the heart. His eyes filled with unshed tears as he felt you place your hand over his heart. The gesture was so tender and so out of your character that it made his heart race. All he ever wanted was for you to feel that same desire, that same yearning he had for you, for him.
You’ve always been the same, even as a young girl. You’ve always had everyone wrapped around your finger, had everyone eating out of the palm of your hand. He wasn’t blind to it; he knew you liked everyone’s attention, he just wanted to be the only one you loved.
He was delusional enough to believe he would get it, as long as he was good for you…as long as he showed you pure devotion.
A mixture of a whimper and a whine left Aerion’s lips as you removed your hand from his chest, his eyes never leaving your hand. Your touch was light, almost teasing, as you slowly traced down the curve of your shoulder and down to the line of your collarbone, your eyes never leaving his.
“Y-you do?” He stammered in disbelief, his weak but proud tone trailing off into silence as he got lost in following your hand. The tension in his body slowly disappeared, and it was replaced by want and desire as he watched your hand lower. The tips of your fingers moved down to the swell of your breasts.
His mouth watered as he watched your nipples press against your nightdress as they hardened. You wanted to roll your eyes at how desperate he sounded for your approval, but you kept that faux look of adoration on your face as you hummed “Mhm.”
“I thought I’d give you a reward for your valiant actions,” you whispered in that sweet tone you had mastered over the many years. He watched as you sat up on your knees, your hands slowly moved down your stomach and thighs to gather the soft linen hem of your nightgown.
You slowly pulled up your nightgown, inch by inch, slowly revealing more of your skin. First, it was your plush thighs and then the little sneak peek of your Venus mound between your thighs, the curves of your body, the soft skin of your stomach he’d love to trail wet kisses down.
You paused for a torturous moment, taking notice how Aerion’s breathing paused with you as the hemline paused just perfectly so he could see the undersides of your breasts. You didn't wait any longer before you pulled the nightgown over your head, your hair strands tickling your back. Aerion’s eyes didn't linger long on your breasts before his eyes fell to your thighs as you slowly spread them, giving him a look at what he’s always wanted.
You tilted your head to the side as one of your hands slowly moved down your stomach, stopping right above where he wanted to touch the most. You purred in that seductive tone you did so well, “Give you a real taste of what you desire.”
Aerion’s chin jutted weakly as he tried to nod; his arm brushed against the blankets as he moved his hand towards you, not being able to lift his arm. His fingers gently brushed against the soft skin of your knee, his tongue parted his lips as he slowly licked them, faintly tasting the metallic blood from his cut. He wished to touch you more, but the lack of your permission had him stop.
He begged with a breathless whine, “Please…”
You raised your eyebrow as you repeated his words as if you were testing him, “Please?”
“Please, princess,” he was quick to correct himself with wide eyes. He didn't wish to upset you…not when he was so close. You could see the panic in his eyes, cute.
“Since you asked so nicely,” you cooed as you batted your eyelashes down at him, not wasting any more time to give him what he wanted. The faster this was over, the faster you could find your way to Maekar’s bed.
Aerion’s eyes filled with desire, never leaving your body as you crawled up to his face, the bed creaking from the actions. He tried to ignore how natural the movements came to you, not wanting to think about how you’ve done this many times before with others.
One of your hands gripped the carved dark wood headboard as you adjusted your position. Your wet pussy hovering inches over his desperate tongue. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at him, holding back the gasp you wanted to let out at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin.
Even with the cuts and bruises decorating his face, Aerion looked undoubtedly ethereal between your thighs. His eyes filled with pure longing, a consuming desire to feast on you.
“Thank you.” A weak, wistful sigh left his lips as you finally lowered yourself to his mouth, his tone showing how pleased and relieved he was for not being denied your taste any longer. His tongue slipped through his parted lips, Aerion’s eyes rolling back as his tongue delved into your folds, your wetness coating his tongue and lips.
He moaned lewdly against you in pure bliss, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. He licked and sucked eagerly at you with a desperate and insatiable hunger, savoring your taste because he didn’t know the next time he would be blessed with it.
“Mmph, just like that,” you gasped softly, biting your lip to hold back any louder noises. You didn't wish to praise him too much and have his ego get any bigger. But it was too late, as soon as he heard those sweet noises leaving your lips, it lit a fire in his chest. The praise went straight to his cock, making it twitch under the loose breeches.
The sound of your moans and the taste of you on his tongue was driving him wild, making him forget all of his injuries and the throbbing pain he felt all through his body as he lifted his hands to grip the plush of your thighs and hold you down on his face. Your breath hitches, a loud moan catching in the back of your throat as his tongue presses into you harder.
He held you in place as he sucked on your clit with hard sucks, flicking his tongue back and forth over your sensitive pearl rabidly. The wet sounds of him feasting on you, the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from him, and your enchanting moans filled the chambers. Your sworn shield smirked at the faint sounds of your pleasure through the wood door, standing up straighter and squeezing the hilt of his sword harder.
“Oh, Kessa—tolī jaelan!” You moaned louder in your mother language, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh, his tongue and lips ached, but he had no care for it. The sounds of his mouth on you and the moans he was letting out were completely indecent and utterly delightful. You start to move your lips in slow circles, grinding yourself against his mouth with a desperate hunger. (Oh yes—I want more!)
Neither of you was worried about crushing him; he would be honored to die between your soft thighs. It was a death he would happily welcome with open arms and an even more open mouth. His grip on your thighs was bruising; he ate you like a man possessed—as if you were his last meal.
“Say it.” Your breath catches in your throat as you command him with a low moan, fluttering your eyes open to look down at him. Your half-lidded eyes locked eyes with his glazed pleading eyes, still so needy that he was begging for more. You smirked and pressed yourself more down onto his mouth. You seductively crooned as you finished your command, “Tell me how good I taste.”
His violet eyes glisten up at you, filled with desperation and devotion as your mound presses harder against his eager mouth. He lets out a desperate, muffled whine against you, the vibrations nearly having you bucking against his bruised face. You bring your hand down, your fingers tangled into his hair.
”I can’t hear you,” you taunted him with a cruel smile as you gripped onto his silver strands and pulled him away from your cunt. A pained gasp left his lips, and a whine followed closely after at the feeling of you tugging at his hair. His mouth instinctively tried to move back to your cunt, but you just tug harder, your heart fluttering at the sound of his pained whine.
“Mmmph…divine—you taste divine,” He moaned pathetically, his tongue darting out to lock his lips, desperately trying to savor every last drop of your taste. His hands itched on your thighs; he used all the power he had to stop himself from pulling you back down on his mouth. He could feel it, the way your thighs trembled; you had been close.
He needed to feel you come apart on his tongue.
Your grip on his hair loosens as you pull him back towards your burning heat, right where he wanted to be. The moment your grip slackened, he was surging forward with a desperate, grateful moan. His mouth latched onto you with an insatiable hunger, his tongue delving back deep inside you, eager to bring you to the peak you deserved.
His tongue slides between your lips, finding your clit with a happy moan, circling it in wet, worshipful strokes that make your thighs tremble. The headboard creaked as you gripped it tight, your hips bucking against his mouth with little care for him, grinding yourself harder into his ruined but beautiful face.
Your thighs trembled and quivered around his face, your walls clenching around his tongue as his nose pressed into your clit. One of your hands stayed in his hair while the other kneaded your breast, your fingers rolling and twisting your nipple. You tried to hold in your moans, but the closer you got, the less you cared. Let his ego get better, let him become even more desperate and devoted to you.
You would give him this.
“F-fuck—!” You threw your head back as you let out a loud moan that would play over and over in his head for years, finally giving into the pleasure that had been building inside you as he feasted on you, cumming hard on his tongue. He moans loudly as your nectar floods his mouth, the vibrations extending your orgasm, a bigger wave of pleasure washing over your body.
Aerion loses himself completely as he greedily drinks and laps at your convulsing cunt, desperate to catch every drop of your sweet nectar. His eyes rolling back with a choked-out moan against you as his own hips buck involuntarily against the air between his legs, the hot burst of pleasure he felt was accompanied by the sharp pain coursing through his body.
Making his release even better.
You pushed yourself back up, gripping the wood headboard with two hands as you hovered over his mouth with shaky thighs, his hands on your thighs falling to the bed limply. You smiled down at the ruined sight of Aerion, a small cry leaving his lips as he felt you pull away, as if he wasn't done with you. You found it cute, he couldn’t even breathe properly—his whole body trembling, and yet he still wanted to feast on you.
Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath. You reach down and grip Aerion's chin roughly. All that faux kindness was long gone in your eyes as you looked into his own watery eyes, tears rolling down his face, mixing with your nectar. You gripped his face harder, a pained gasp leaving his bloodied lips—the cut on his lip opened from his vigorous feasting.
You leaned down, your eyes filled with such cruelness it nearly took his breath away. Those pathetic tears kept rolling down his face, his chest rising and falling faster as he felt a sense of panic go through him. What did he do wrong? He intently begged you to give him another chance; he could do better, he swore it.
The sound of your cruel, sharp hiss breaks the silence of the chambers.
“Next time, come get me yourself.”
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𐔌 ⠀⠀𓂃 ࣪ ִ⠀⠀aerion targaryen x spoiled princess reader !
contains ᦸ targcest smut oral f!receiving face sitting sub! aerion he cums in his pants manipulative reader! mentions of wounds and blood rushed ending? ٫٫ 4.1k part one
❛❛ you give your devote prince what he truly desires
Your footsteps were faint as you walked gracefully through one of the stone hallways in Ashford Castle; the torchlights flickered across the stone-carved walls and across your face, illuminating your purple eyes even more. The hemline of your robe brushed against your ankles with every step you took closer to his room. Closer to him.
A satisfied feeling spreads across your body when you see your sworn shield standing outside the door, meaning he had succeeded in the command you had given him. He never did like to make his princess angry. One of his hands was resting on the pommel of his sword, the torchlight flickering across his handsome face. The corner of your lips almost twitches up into a smirk when you notice the way his posture immediately straightens up when he notices your presence.
“Princess.” He bowed his head deeply in respect as you stopped in front of him. His eyes had no shame as he admired your form; it's not like you minded it anyway. You loved the attention. You were used to his wandering eyes and his touch. Ser Roland Crakehall had been your sworn shield for years; he knew some of your darkest secrets—the ones you allowed him to know at least.
The two of you shared dark secrets of your own.
“Be easy on him, princess. He won't survive any more of your cruelty." Ser Roland gave you that charming smirk, his tone teasing as he stepped to the side and quietly opened the large wood door to the prince’s private chambers. His eyes slowly raked up and down your body, a look you were all too familiar with in his eyes.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you brushed past him and stepped into the doorway, looking back at him over your shoulder. Your tone was dangerously soft but filled with seduction as you batted your eyelashes coyly at him, “Maybe that’s what I desire.”
You drew your eyes away from your sworn shield as he quietly closed the door behind you, your eyes taking in the room. It was smaller than the one you were given, of course, Lord Ashford wouldn’t dare to insult the princess like that. The scent of the herbal healing medicines and the faint smell of blood lingered, mingling with the smoky scent from the lit fireplace.
The chambers were faintly lit by the flickers of the few candles in the wall holders, along with the moonlight. The contrast of the warm ambers danced with the cool blue hues of the night, creating a chiaroscuro ambiance.
Your eyes moved from the fireplace, following the glow of the moonlight to the large bed in the middle of the room, when you heard the sound of the furs rustling, accompanied by a weak groan. Your eyes found his pathetic figure in the dimly lit room. You took a few steps deeper into the room, your sharp and piercing eyes not leaving his still form.
“He won’t stop asking for you.”
Those words were indelibly etched in your mind over the past couple of days following the pathetic excuse of a trial of seven. Aerion was pathetic—letting everyone see how desperate he was, having the servants see him in such a way. Maybe if you were a better person, you might have felt a little sympathy for the servants who had to go back to Aerion, facing his wrath when he noticed you were nowhere in sight.
But you weren’t, and you were tired of their constant pestering.
Even that useless maester dared to stop you in one of the hallways, spewing some nonsense about how it could do some good for the injured prince if you went to see him, you stopped listening to the cunt when he said something about uplifting Aerion’s spirits.
From the servants to the maester, pestering you—you were utterly displeased.
You honestly couldn’t care less about the state Aerion was in and had no desire to see him—In your eyes, he deserved everything that had happened to him; he deserved worse. He embarrassed them all. It was amusing that Aerion had the gall to make a farce about Daeron having others clean up his messes, but then have 6 others fight his battles for him, instead of facing the hedge knight himself—but then your uncle came to you.
“Please, sweet girl, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think I’d help.”
It was unnatural to see your stern uncle in such a way when he had come to see you late in the night. You could see it in his posture that he hadn’t come for you to kiss all over his cuts and bruises; he wasn't searching for that addictive high and peace he always got while in your presence. He was silent as he poured him a goblet of wine, his footsteps heavy and slow as he limped over to the bed. A heavy grunt left his lips as he sat on the edge.
You had quietly pushed the thick blankets off of you, the bed creaking as you crawled over to where Maekar sat. The hem of your short nightgown raised to the top of your thighs as you shifted to sit up on your knees. You were careful as you hugged your tense uncle from behind, placing the softest kisses to where his neck and shoulder met. When he uttered those words, your jaw clenched, you knew you couldn’t say no to Maekar…not him…not when he was like this.
That was the night before, and you were just now coming to see the hurt prince. You wanted to make him suffer more; he was never one for patience. The more desperate he was, the better it was to toy with him. And Gods did you love to toy with him. He was good at taking it, a rare compliment from you in your own sick way.
“I asked for you...days ago—“ Aerion managed to speak through clenched teeth, every word costing him. He bit off a groan, cutting himself off with a pained cough as he slowly turned his head to find you, his eyesight blurry, but he could see your glorious figure moving closer to him.
He let out a sharp exhale before he continued in a strained voice, “And you come now?”
Your hands gathered the fabric of your robe and nightgown at your hips as your steps paused before the rug, stepping out of your slippers and onto the hand-woven rug. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, clearly irritated by his words. “If you truly wanted to see me, you would have gotten up and found me yourself.”
You took a few more steps closer to the bed, scrunching your nose up at the ghastly sight of the cuts and bruises decorating his skin, the more serious ones covered by bandages. The blanket was pulled up to his waist, his skin covered in moonlight kisses.
You shook your head mockingly, stopping your lips from twitching into a smirk as you leaned against the wooden bedpost. Your eyes raked over him slowly, a dramatic sigh leaving your lips as you continued, “But of course you had to get others to do it for you.”
”You didn't want me enough, is that it?” You accused him with a breathy whisper, your lips twisting into a faux pitiful pout. Your fingers slowly unbutton the top buttons of your robe to expose more skin as the words left your lips. You knew he would fall right into your palms after a little emotional guilt-tripping and skin showing.
It was pathetic how easy he was, and you loved it.
Aerion’s breath hitched, and his fingers weakly gripped the sheets, wishing his hands were gripping your hips instead. His mouth watered at the sight. He begged himself to move, to touch you and show you how much he truly wanted you, but he couldn’t, and you knew that. He grunted with a hint of a whine, “Stop.”
“Stop undressing? I thought you liked it when I’m all bare for you?” You taunted him with a tilt of your head, giving him a sultry view of the top of your chest and your neck—that dangerous pout still on your lips. You loved to use his own words against him, showing him how pathetic he truly is.
A pathetic whimper slipped past Aerion's lips, “Please….”
You swallowed the insults you wished to belittle him with, but remembering your uncle's defeated face caused you to stop. You let the robe slowly fall from your body and fall to a pile on the floor by your feet, showing your white—nearly sheer lace nightdress. Your hair was natural down your back in waves, the moonlight kissing along your skin. You looked enchanting under the moon and candlelight, Aerion’s breath hitching at the sight.
You hitched up your nightdress as you climbed up on the bed, the bed creaking from the movement. Your eyes never left his as you slowly crawled across the bed and closer to him on your hands and knees. He felt his mouth water at the sight of your chest, the way your tits pressed against the fabric so perfectly from the angle.
You noticed where his eyes fell, you purred tauntingly sweet, "Isn't this what you wanted? To see me?”
You stopped at his side, your hair falling down your back as you perched up on your side, holding yourself up with your elbow. Aerion’s brain instinctively told himself to move closer to you, but the strain on his body forced him to stay still. For the tiniest moment, you wondered what was wrong with you when you felt no sympathy at the sight of his injuries so up close.
You didn't feel sympathy, but you sure knew how to fake it.
“I don’t smell milk of the poppy,” you mused airily, just now noticing the lack of that nauseating smell of the thick white liquid in the room. Your free hand lifted, the tips of your fingers were feather-light as you slowly moved them up his thigh and lower abdomen.
His mouth dropped in want from the feeling of your delicate touch, something he’s never felt and something he didn't know he desired so much until he felt it in that moment. He didn't deserve the softness you scarcely showed. Every detail from your previous moment together and the cruel words you had spoken had played over and over in his head as he lay there for days. It was a beautiful nightmare that he couldn’t escape.
He didn't want to escape it.
“I wished to be myself when you came,” he whispered breathlessly as he tilted his head to look up at you better. You noticed the way his chest rose and fell faster, the corners of your lips just begging to twitch up into a smirk at the sight of him already so overwhelmed. He had been fully enthralled with you for as long as he could remember.
You felt disgust at the feeling of your heart fluttering from the pure devotion Aerion was once showing you again. Your fingertips were teasingly grazing against his sensitive nipples as you moved your fingers closer to his collarbone. Fluttering your eyelashes charmingly, you cooed breathlessly, “How devoted of you.”
“It was sweet of you,” You started as you broke the several beats of silence that filled the room, along with the faint sound of the fire crackling. The words you had murmured tasted bitter leaving your lips, but you knew it was necessary…your uncle better get you the prettiest dress or jewels as a reward for this.
You’d prefer his cock to a dress and jewels…and he knew that.
“You coming to me—wanting me, in moments you thought were your last,” you purred, your voice soft with honeyed satisfaction as you looked down at him through your eyelashes with your riveting gaze. Your fingers continued their journey across his chest, dancing around the bruises and cuts. Sweet wouldn’t have been the word you would choose if you were being honest; you hated how a small part of you found it desirable.
An unfamiliar warmth spreads across his chest as your words sink in, stabbing him right in the heart. His eyes filled with unshed tears as he felt you place your hand over his heart. The gesture was so tender and so out of your character that it made his heart race. All he ever wanted was for you to feel that same desire, that same yearning he had for you, for him.
You’ve always been the same, even as a young girl. You’ve always had everyone wrapped around your finger, had everyone eating out of the palm of your hand. He wasn’t blind to it; he knew you liked everyone’s attention, he just wanted to be the only one you loved.
He was delusional enough to believe he would get it, as long as he was good for you…as long as he showed you pure devotion.
A mixture of a whimper and a whine left Aerion’s lips as you removed your hand from his chest, his eyes never leaving your hand. Your touch was light, almost teasing, as you slowly traced down the curve of your shoulder and down to the line of your collarbone, your eyes never leaving his.
“Y-you do?” He stammered in disbelief, his weak but proud tone trailing off into silence as he got lost in following your hand. The tension in his body slowly disappeared, and it was replaced by want and desire as he watched your hand lower. The tips of your fingers moved down to the swell of your breasts.
His mouth watered as he watched your nipples press against your nightdress as they hardened. You wanted to roll your eyes at how desperate he sounded for your approval, but you kept that faux look of adoration on your face as you hummed “Mhm.”
“I thought I’d give you a reward for your valiant actions,” you whispered in that sweet tone you had mastered over the many years. He watched as you sat up on your knees, your hands slowly moved down your stomach and thighs to gather the soft linen hem of your nightgown.
You slowly pulled up your nightgown, inch by inch, slowly revealing more of your skin. First, it was your plush thighs and then the little sneak peek of your Venus mound between your thighs, the curves of your body, the soft skin of your stomach he’d love to trail wet kisses down.
You paused for a torturous moment, taking notice how Aerion’s breathing paused with you as the hemline paused just perfectly so he could see the undersides of your breasts. You didn't wait any longer before you pulled the nightgown over your head, your hair strands tickling your back. Aerion’s eyes didn't linger long on your breasts before his eyes fell to your thighs as you slowly spread them, giving him a look at what he’s always wanted.
You tilted your head to the side as one of your hands slowly moved down your stomach, stopping right above where he wanted to touch the most. You purred in that seductive tone you did so well, “Give you a real taste of what you desire.”
Aerion’s chin jutted weakly as he tried to nod; his arm brushed against the blankets as he moved his hand towards you, not being able to lift his arm. His fingers gently brushed against the soft skin of your knee, his tongue parted his lips as he slowly licked them, faintly tasting the metallic blood from his cut. He wished to touch you more, but the lack of your permission had him stop.
He begged with a breathless whine, “Please…”
You raised your eyebrow as you repeated his words as if you were testing him, “Please?”
“Please, princess,” he was quick to correct himself with wide eyes. He didn't wish to upset you…not when he was so close. You could see the panic in his eyes, cute.
“Since you asked so nicely,” you cooed as you batted your eyelashes down at him, not wasting any more time to give him what he wanted. The faster this was over, the faster you could find your way to Maekar’s bed.
Aerion’s eyes filled with desire, never leaving your body as you crawled up to his face, the bed creaking from the actions. He tried to ignore how natural the movements came to you, not wanting to think about how you’ve done this many times before with others.
One of your hands gripped the carved dark wood headboard as you adjusted your position. Your wet pussy hovering inches over his desperate tongue. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at him, holding back the gasp you wanted to let out at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin.
Even with the cuts and bruises decorating his face, Aerion looked undoubtedly ethereal between your thighs. His eyes filled with pure longing, a consuming desire to feast on you.
“Thank you.” A weak, wistful sigh left his lips as you finally lowered yourself to his mouth, his tone showing how pleased and relieved he was for not being denied your taste any longer. His tongue slipped through his parted lips, Aerion’s eyes rolling back as his tongue delved into your folds, your wetness coating his tongue and lips.
He moaned lewdly against you in pure bliss, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. He licked and sucked eagerly at you with a desperate and insatiable hunger, savoring your taste because he didn’t know the next time he would be blessed with it.
“Mmph, just like that,” you gasped softly, biting your lip to hold back any louder noises. You didn't wish to praise him too much and have his ego get any bigger. But it was too late, as soon as he heard those sweet noises leaving your lips, it lit a fire in his chest. The praise went straight to his cock, making it twitch under the loose breeches.
The sound of your moans and the taste of you on his tongue was driving him wild, making him forget all of his injuries and the throbbing pain he felt all through his body as he lifted his hands to grip the plush of your thighs and hold you down on his face. Your breath hitches, a loud moan catching in the back of your throat as his tongue presses into you harder.
He held you in place as he sucked on your clit with hard sucks, flicking his tongue back and forth over your sensitive pearl rabidly. The wet sounds of him feasting on you, the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from him, and your enchanting moans filled the chambers. Your sworn shield smirked at the faint sounds of your pleasure through the wood door, standing up straighter and squeezing the hilt of his sword harder.
“Oh, Kessa—tolī jaelan!” You moaned louder in your mother language, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh, his tongue and lips ached, but he had no care for it. The sounds of his mouth on you and the moans he was letting out were completely indecent and utterly delightful. You start to move your lips in slow circles, grinding yourself against his mouth with a desperate hunger. (Oh yes—I want more!)
Neither of you was worried about crushing him; he would be honored to die between your soft thighs. It was a death he would happily welcome with open arms and an even more open mouth. His grip on your thighs was bruising; he ate you like a man possessed—as if you were his last meal.
“Say it.” Your breath catches in your throat as you command him with a low moan, fluttering your eyes open to look down at him. Your half-lidded eyes locked eyes with his glazed pleading eyes, still so needy that he was begging for more. You smirked and pressed yourself more down onto his mouth. You seductively crooned as you finished your command, “Tell me how good I taste.”
His violet eyes glisten up at you, filled with desperation and devotion as your mound presses harder against his eager mouth. He lets out a desperate, muffled whine against you, the vibrations nearly having you bucking against his bruised face. You bring your hand down, your fingers tangled into his hair.
”I can’t hear you,” you taunted him with a cruel smile as you gripped onto his silver strands and pulled him away from your cunt. A pained gasp left his lips, and a whine followed closely after at the feeling of you tugging at his hair. His mouth instinctively tried to move back to your cunt, but you just tug harder, your heart fluttering at the sound of his pained whine.
“Mmmph…divine—you taste divine,” He moaned pathetically, his tongue darting out to lock his lips, desperately trying to savor every last drop of your taste. His hands itched on your thighs; he used all the power he had to stop himself from pulling you back down on his mouth. He could feel it, the way your thighs trembled; you had been close.
He needed to feel you come apart on his tongue.
Your grip on his hair loosens as you pull him back towards your burning heat, right where he wanted to be. The moment your grip slackened, he was surging forward with a desperate, grateful moan. His mouth latched onto you with an insatiable hunger, his tongue delving back deep inside you, eager to bring you to the peak you deserved.
His tongue slides between your lips, finding your clit with a happy moan, circling it in wet, worshipful strokes that make your thighs tremble. The headboard creaked as you gripped it tight, your hips bucking against his mouth with little care for him, grinding yourself harder into his ruined but beautiful face.
Your thighs trembled and quivered around his face, your walls clenching around his tongue as his nose pressed into your clit. One of your hands stayed in his hair while the other kneaded your breast, your fingers rolling and twisting your nipple. You tried to hold in your moans, but the closer you got, the less you cared. Let his ego get better, let him become even more desperate and devoted to you.
You would give him this.
“F-fuck—!” You threw your head back as you let out a loud moan that would play over and over in his head for years, finally giving into the pleasure that had been building inside you as he feasted on you, cumming hard on his tongue. He moans loudly as your nectar floods his mouth, the vibrations extending your orgasm, a bigger wave of pleasure washing over your body.
Aerion loses himself completely as he greedily drinks and laps at your convulsing cunt, desperate to catch every drop of your sweet nectar. His eyes rolling back with a choked-out moan against you as his own hips buck involuntarily against the air between his legs, the hot burst of pleasure he felt was accompanied by the sharp pain coursing through his body.
Making his release even better.
You pushed yourself back up, gripping the wood headboard with two hands as you hovered over his mouth with shaky thighs, his hands on your thighs falling to the bed limply. You smiled down at the ruined sight of Aerion, a small cry leaving his lips as he felt you pull away, as if he wasn't done with you. You found it cute, he couldn’t even breathe properly—his whole body trembling, and yet he still wanted to feast on you.
Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath. You reach down and grip Aerion's chin roughly. All that faux kindness was long gone in your eyes as you looked into his own watery eyes, tears rolling down his face, mixing with your nectar. You gripped his face harder, a pained gasp leaving his bloodied lips—the cut on his lip opened from his vigorous feasting.
You leaned down, your eyes filled with such cruelness it nearly took his breath away. Those pathetic tears kept rolling down his face, his chest rising and falling faster as he felt a sense of panic go through him. What did he do wrong? He intently begged you to give him another chance; he could do better, he swore it.
The sound of your cruel, sharp hiss breaks the silence of the chambers.
“Next time, come get me yourself.”
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