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build a bear? yeah i give my boyfriend his t shots i know how to build a bear

[m0chaminx]

could you do one where Peter finally gives Harry the chance to have 👌🏼👈🏻with them but just for one time cause peter is overprotective of y/n??

if not let me know pls lol 😂

Orange Slices🍊

peter parker x reader x harry osborn

Summary: After a frustrated Harry complains about his shit week, you and Peter decide to finally grant his long running fantasy. A threesome.

warning: smut, smut, SMUT, like it’s all smut, threesome, language, fluff, deadass I mean it when Harry Osborn is a warning,

a/n: this is my first time writing a threesome, prob will be my last too but here y’all go :)

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“Fuck, yes—“ you moaned, tugging Peter’s hair as your other hand held the headboard, grinding your down on his face.

Peter hummed, sucking on your clit, as his hand freed his cock from his boxers, spreading his precum, stroking his member.

Peter’s eyes were locked on your blissed face, lips parted as you moaned—

“She broke my phone!” A yell erupted from the door, before it opened and slammed shut. “Oh shit!—“ Harry rubbed his face.

“Fuck,” Peter swore under his breath, quickly tucking himself back. You held Peter’s shirt to your chest as you sat beside him, light pants passing your lips as you squeezed your thighs closed. Peter’s eyes flickering over to you, cheeks flushed.

“I think it’s really unfair how y’all fuck here everyday and any time I say something about wanting in for once, you guys act like I’d just killed a baby,” Harry huffs, peeling an orange. “Then fucking Leeya—Laya—whatever the fuck—slams my phone on ground and fucking shatters it, all because she found out I fucked her roomate a couple weeks ago. What was I supposed to do? Leave? While her roommate was just there,” Harry scoffs, shaking his head as he popped an orange slice in his mouth, some of the juice trickling down his toned chest.

“Oh and she wouldn’t give me back my shirt—said something about selling it when I get my dads money,” Harry talks with his mouth full, when he finally shuts up to swallow, he notices you and Peter whispering to each other. “Great friends you two are, I’m tryna talk here, honestly I fucking missed four lectures this week and haven’t had my dick wet in a 9 days,l and seven hours to be exact,” Harry’s nose flares, green eyes burning with envy that his friend is getting laid—

“Y/n’s dripping, she doesn’t mind helping you out,” Peter chirps.

Harry’s chokes on his orange slice. “What?!” Harry coughs violently, slapping his chest, as he spits the orange into the sink. Harry usually gets death threats from Peter any time he mentions touching you or doing anything to you.

“Your idea dude, y/n doesn’t mind it,” Peter sits up, looking over at you.

“Stop fucking with me, it’s not funny, you think I’m gonna fall for that, then have you laugh at me“ Harry freezes, eyes locked as you move Peter’s sweater away, revealing your tits to him. Harry swallowed thickly, rubbing his face. “This isn’t funny guys,” Harry whines, sweats tightening.

“It’s not a joke Harry, cmon, we’ll help you relieve some stress, yea?” Your voice was like honey, drawing Harry closer to you. Peter sat back against the headboard, your back towards him as you gestured for Harry to come closer.

“Pete?” Harry’s eyes flicker up to his best friend, wanting some reassurance that this is okay so he doesn’t get murdered.

“You’re good,” Peter nods, watching Harry kneel on the bed, before finally taking a seat.

“If I’m being honest guys, I was really thinking it’d be Peter confessing his love to me then—“

“Dude, I’m tryna be a good friend here,” Peter runs a hand down his face as Harry and you laugh.

“So what’s the rules? Am I allowed to touch? Taste?—“ Harry raises the questions, eyes flickering between you and Peter.

“Um, definitely condom,” you speak up first, Harry nods.

“You can go inside her, eat her out,—just no fucking marks,” Peter says sternly, jaw clenching.

“Yup totally got it— so I can feel your pussy?” Harry bites his lip, green eyes flickering to you, making your cheeks flush, nodding your head. Peter’s jaw clenches, leaning over.

“One time, Harry, okay,” Peter sets, Harry’s eyes locking with Peter’s.

“Fear not my dear friend, I know my limits, besides I’m a one time thing anyways,” Harry reassures his friend. You smile, legs crossed, arms still wrapped around them as you look over at Peter.

“You’re okay with this?” Peter asks one more time.

“Yup,” you nod, smiling when Peter pecks your lips. “This isn’t some porn so don’t toss me around like some object,” you tell both boys.

They both nod frantically. “Yea, of course.”

“Safe word is red,” Peter tells Harry.

“Why red?” Harry scrunches his nose.

“It’s universal, a stop sign is red, red light means stop,” Peter shrugs, Harry clicks his tongue.

“Can it be something extravagent? like pineapple, or or um Thor or lightsaber—“

“Thor?” Peter repeats with a chuckle. Harry nods with a smile.

“He’s a god dude, cmon,” Harry scoffs, making you laugh. Peter rolls his eyes, scratching his chest as he thinks.

“I’m not saying Thor, lightsaber is better,” Peter nods, followed by Harry then you. “Red wil be a default if someone forgets what the word is.”

“These are your first times, don’t worry, I’ll show you the ropes,” Harry smirks mischievously.

You roll your eyes in amusement, “shut up.”

Harry smiles at you, your breath hitching at the look. Harry has flirted with you just to mess with Peter, but it was different now.

Peter bit his lip, heart pounding as he watched the scene unfold. Harry’s hand traveled up your leg teasingly, touch lingering as his head dipped trailing open mouthed kisses along your neck, making sure to leave your smooth skin unmarked. Harry smiled once he found your sweet spot, earning a light sigh from you, his hand untangled your arms, pushing your legs apart, hand cupping your heat.

“Shit, you weren’t joking,” Harry feels your dripping cunt, looking over at Peter in surprise, making him chuckle. Harry hums, spreading your wet lips, playing with your clit. Before easily slipping his slender fingers into your pussy, his cold rings making your hips jump.

“Fuck, pretty little pussy,” Harry smiles agaisnt your skin as you squirm the faster he pumps his fingers, leaning into his side, face buried in the crook of his neck. Harry clicks his tongue, grabbing Peter’s attention, he eyes between your legs, Peter taking the hint.

Pushing your legs further apart, Peter laps at your clit, Harry’s fingers still moving inside you. Harry bites his lip, sucking your nipple into his mouth, eyes flickering up to your head going back, then down at the mop of brown curls between your legs, Peter moving his head, hips planted into the mattress grinding down.

“Harry, just use these fingers like—“ Peter holds Harry’s wrist, pulling his index and middle finger out of you. Peter quickly sucks on Harry’s ring finger, making you blush at the two. Peter tells Harry to use his middle and ring finger and curl them slightly. Harry hums in understandment, listening to Peter, receiving a quick response from you.

“oh fuck—“ your hips jump, fingers tugging Peter’s curls as he flattens his tongue on your clit, adding pressure. Harry kissing your sweat spot, going up to your cheek, kissing the corner of your mouth. His green eyes closing as you turn your head letting Harry’s tongue slip into your mouth, the taste of orange mixing as he swirled his tongue.

Peter’s eyes flickered up, groaning lightly at the sight of Harry’s tongue down your throat, before he flicked Harry’s thigh because he was spending too much time with your lips. Harry pulled away, licking his lips, before going down to your tits, fingers moving faster until you were clenching around him, mouth falling agape as your toes curled, Harry and Peter sending you over the edge.

Harry pumped you through your orgasm, before pulling out, only to have Peter suck your cum off his fingers, then cleaning you with his tongue.

“So good, baby,” Peter pats your pussy, sitting up with a slight pant, Harry’s eyes catching your slick coating Peter’s lips and chin.

Peter catches Harry’s stare, Harry smirking, crawling over to Peter, tongue licking up the lips of his curly haired friend. Peter flushed red, eyes fluttering shut as Harry held Peter’s jaw, guiding him to his lips. Your walls clench at the sight in front of you, Harry’s hand resting on your inner thigh as he made out with your boyfriend.

Harry bit down on Peter’s lip, earning a grunt from his friend. Peter’s lips parted, allowing Harry to slip his tongue into his mouth, tongues fighting for dominance. Peter’s hand, tangling in Harry’s jet black curls, tugging lightly, making Harry smile.

Your chest was rising and falling, as Peter extends a hand for you, pulling you to his side as Harry trails his lips down Peter’s neck, tongue flicking at his nipple, making Peter groan, muffling them with your lips, his hand holding the back of your neck dominating the kiss.

Harry’s fingers pull at the waistband of Peter’s boxers, letting it snap back, making Peter huff.

“Dude,” Peter’s jaw clenches, making Harry chuckle, his hand smoothing over Peter’s fit thighs, before going over to your thighs, grabbing your attention.

“Taste so fucking sweet, want another taste first,” Harry clicks his tongue, waiting patiently as you spread your legs for him, letting Harry move over, sucking your clit, tongue dipping back into your slick entrance. A deep groan vibrates agaisnt you making you moan.

Harry pulls off, slick glistening on his lips before he sits up, kicking his sweats off, leaving him in his boxers, cock straining agaisnt the material. V-line making your thighs rub together. Peter slips his hand between your thighs, sucking on your neck, until the bed dips again.

“Orange?” Harry eats his orange slice, Peter hums enthusiastically. Harry hands him a slice, then you. “Very refreshing,” Harry chews, between Peter’s legs.

“Mhm, which ones are these? The cafe has shit ones,” Peter says, adjusting slightly agaisnt the headboard.

“Stole em from Laya,” Harry shrugs nonchalantly, “she wouldn’t give me my shirt back, so I took three oranges,” Harry points to the other two on the little counter.

“That one little grocery store beside the run down auditorium, has oranges just like these,” You said, Harry’s eyes widen.

“No shit!” You nod. “First thing I’m getting tomorrow.” Harry says, hand traveling higher up Peter’s thigh, resting them on the inside of his thighs, making Peter buck his hips.

“Finally get to have a good look at your dick, eye to eye with him. I’ve thought about this a lot Pete, it’s a very special moment for me,” Harry exaggerates with a teasing smirk, making Peter roll his eyes slapping Harry’s face.

Harry slaps Peter face, “I’m trying to have a heart to heart, best friend!” Harry huffs dramatically, making you laugh beside Peter, back against the wall. Harry slaps Peter

Peter slaps Harry. “No heart to hearts—fuck!—“ Harry grasps Peter’s covered cock, his hips jump instinctively. “Shit,” Peter grunts as Harry teasingly rubs the pad of his finger over his clothed tip.

“You said no heart to hearts, we just going head first,” Harry laughs at his dumb pun, making Peter roll his eyes, still biting his lip as Harry continues to mess around.

“Shut up,” Peter retorts, Harry’s eyes flicker over to you, who was staring at the two, practically drooling.

“He always like this when he’s horny?” Harry asks, making you laugh.

“Pretty much,”

“Y/n, you’re not supposed to answer,” Peter huffs, looking over at you. You smile, coming closer, knee beside his bicep letting Peter wrap an arm between your legs, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. Your perky tits hovering over his chest as your pussy rubbed against his arm. Harry’s cock twitched at the dream sight of his hot best friend making out with his even more attractive girlfriend, both naked.

He leans in, licking your nipple catching you by surprise. Peter looks down at Harry, green eyes focused on you. Until you were whimpering, squeezing your thighs around Peter’s hand.

Harry pulls away, wiping some drool on the corner of his lips with the back of his hand. Toned tummy moving with each breath, fingers moving around Peter’s waistband, before pushing them down.

Peter lifts his hips eagerly, swallowing thickly as his leaking cock springs free. Member twitching, tip pink, and veins pulsing.

“Shit, dude,” Harry stares in amazement, tossing Peter’s boxers to the floor. You chuckle at Harry’s face, your hand rubbing Peter’s pec, circling his nipple as Harry moves between Peter’s legs, hands gliding along his thighs, still admiring his friends cock.

“Stop staring, you’re making me nervous!” Peter knees Harry’s side, not hard enough, but enough to snap Harry back.

“I always knew you were big, almost as great as mine,” Harry smirks, patting himself on the back, making you laugh and Peter roll his eyes.

“Okay sure,” Peter’s hand travels down to his member, standing him up, swiping the tip with his thumb. His chest flushed as his girlfriend, and best friend watched him touch his cock. He can smell you so clearly, your breath agaisnt his ear.

“Bet. This dick has saved lives,” Harry dramaticly says, pushing his boxers down his thighs, letting it slap his lower stomach. You licked your lips, kissing under Peter’s ear, eyeing Harry’s impressive cock. He was about the same length as Peter, a slight curve up and a little thicker.

Harry tosses his boxers off the bed.

“I’ve seen your dick, Harry,” Peter rolls his eyes, Harry scoffing.

“Snatching my towel doesn’t count,” Harry huffs, making Peter chuckle.

“It does,” Peter shrugs nonchalantly, Harry’s jaw clenching, snatching his unfinished orange, taking a slice.

“It doesn’t, shut up,” Harry’s green orbs burning into Peter’s, who shrugs.

“Are you guys going to do something?? I’m waiting for a show, stop talking about your dicks,” you finally cut in, the two boys looking at you with deep blushes.

“A show?” Peter repeats, you hum, looking over at a blushing Harry.

“What exactly do you want us to do?” Peter asks, Harry rubbing his nose, ruffling his hair, his and a Peter’s cock twitching as you sit up. You smile at their reactions.

You kneel next to Harry, hand coming across his chest turning his cheek towards you, your lips grazing his as he pants. His hand still resting on Peter’s thigh as the other, comes around to squeeze your ass.

“Watch it,” Peter grunts through clenched teeth, moving his friends hand, up to rest on your lower back.

“Wanna suck Peter’s cock?” You ask Harry, earning a quiet response, sounding like a whimper, making his cheeks flush at the noise he made. You smile, kissing under his jaw, then going to his ear.

“Look at Peter laying there, look at his hard cock,” Harry gulps, green eyes trailing Peter’s nude body.

“Go on ,” you smile, sitting beside Peter’s waist, leaning over to kiss Peter’s lips, his hand smoothing down your back, letting you arch into him.

“Harry’s gonna suck you off,” you whisper into his lips, Peter’s cock twitching, making you smile.

“Wet his cock Harry, cmon girls have sucked you off, you know how it goes,” you said, smoothing a hand on Peter’s tummy, as Harry nodded, eyes twinkling as he looked at you.

“Can you lick my hand?” Harry asked, extending his hand for you, your cheeks flushed, holding his wrist lightly before licking up his palm, sucking on his fingers. The sweet taste of orange spreading across your tongue.

Peter watched as Harry sat between his legs, his hand reaching for Peter’s member. Harry rubbed his palm up Peter’s length, before standing it up, feeling Peter twitch in his hand, Peter was resting up on some pillows, eyes locked on every little thing.

Harry’s green eyes looked up at Peter’s. He firmly wraps a hand around his friends hard girth. Peter bites his bottom lip, muffling a groan. Peter grabs your inner thigh, cupping your pussy, as Harry leans down spitting on his friends cock.

Peter’s hip rise as Harry watches his salvia mix with Peter’s pre-cum and trickle down his cock. Hand wrapping around his member, spreading the lube, and jerking his m cock.

“Yoo Fuck!” Peter moans, surprised with amount of pleasure sweeping his body as Harry’s firm grip pumped his cock. Harry smiled brightly, shrugging like it was nothing, recieving a flick from Peter. Only for Harry to rub his thumb on Peter’s head, making his abs clench, swearing under his breath.

You sucked on Peter’s collarbones. Harry began to lower his face to Peter’s tip. His tongue peaked out, taking an experimental lick at the head. Peter held his breath. Abs tensing in suspense, watching his best friend flick his tongue on his straining cock.

Harry took another small lick then another then another, before delicately wrapping his lips around Peter’s head. You push his curls back, looking into his dark green eyes. Harry hums in response, sending vibrations through Peter’s cock, resulting in Peter bucking his hips, cock hitting the back of Harry’s throat.

Harry quickly pulled off, coughing. “Parker!”

“Sorry, not my fault you fucking hum with my dick in your mouth,” Peter huffs, running a hand through his hair, tired of all the teasing, sexually frustrated. “Can you get on, ‘m fucking leaking.” Peter raises his hips, cock twitching.

“Patience is a virtue,” Harry clicks, laughing when Peter flipped him off, his own hand wrapping around his cock— “hey!” Harry shouts. “I’m doing this.”

“Then get on with it!” Peter shouts.

“Fine, just get off,” Harry slaps Peter’s hand away, taking his cock back into his hand, licking up the underside eyes looking up as Peter’s head tilts back, then at you sucking hickies along Peter neck as Peter lazily fiddles with your clit. Harry went back to his friends pulsing cock, his finger tickling the well trimmed pubic hair, making Peter bite his lip. Harry kissed up Peter’s cock gently, admiring the reactions from the brown eyed boy.

“Harry,” Peter’s voice strains, having enough of the teasing. Harry decides to finally take Peter into his mouth, slowly going further down his cock, until half of Peter’s cock was in his mouth, pumping the rest with his hand. Your pussy clenched at the view, kissing Peter’s nipples, sucking softly as Harry started blowing Peter.

“Fuck, Harry,” Peter’s hand tangled in the black curls, trying his best not to buck his hips up and fuck his friends mouth the way he’d do to you. Harry looked up at Peter, green eyes sparkling as he swirled his tongue around Peter’s tip, smirk playing on his lips, showcasing his sharp canines. Peter moaned louder, tugging on Harry’s hair. Harry was moving Peter’s cock across his lips, taking in the ripples of Peter’s abs, before going back down. Peter then caught sight of Harry lazily stroking his own cock, not wanting to cum now but needing some release.

“Like my dick, eh?” Peter taunts with a breathy laugh. Harry chuckles lightly, sucking sharply, sending Peter’s body curling. “Fuck!”

You came beside Harry, taking his hand away from his cock, and bringing it up to your mouth, sucking his fingers before placing them on Peter’s balls. Peter swore loudly as you guided Harry’s hand, stroking Peter’s balls. You kissed Harry’s shoulder, as he bobbed his head. Harry couldn’t fit all of Peter which made him a little disappointed, but having you stroking his cock in encouragement, and helping him please your boyfriend, quickly washed away the doubt that he wasn’t good.

Peter was a moaning mess as he fisted the sheets, watching you jerk off his friend, while Harry choked around him. Harry was cherishing every moment he got with Peter’s cock, mainly because he went on a rant after watching a certain episode of New Girl, which said best friends need to see their best friends dick and if they don’t then they’re not best friends.

So Harry was proud that he not only got a nice look at Peter’s impressive memeber, but actually gripped and is now sucking on it, with his friend panting and swearing with the amount of pleasure Harry was giving him. The way his tongue swiped his tip in the perfect moments, to the tugs and strokes Harry was giving to his balls. You were much better at blowjobs, Peter loved your pretty little lips around his cock, but he was quite impressed with Harry.

“Shit, Harry, ‘m gonan cum,” Peter groaned, tugging Harry’s hair guiding his head a little, while you swiped your thumb over Harry’s tip, earning a loud moan from the back of his throat which triggered Peter’s orgasm, feeling his balls tighten, body convulsing.

Peter bucked his hips, cumming into his friends mouth, hot white cum spurting out of his tip, coating Harry’s tongue and chin. You let go of Harry’s cock—earning a small whimper from him— you wrapped a hand around Harry’s hand, helping him jerk Peter’s cock, milking more cum into his mouth. Harry’s cock twitched, cum trickling out as he tasted his friends load.

Your thighs were slick as Peter’s stomach muscles convulsed, releasing more cum, chest and face flushed and sweaty. Harry swallowed everything, licking his lips as he kissed the tip of Peter’s cock once more before he sat up, back cracking.

“Fuck, Harry,” Peter sighed, rubbing his face, looking at the wicked smirk on Harry’s face along with the dried tears on his flushed and sweaty cheeks.

“I guess this means I’m your best friend,” Harry smiles brightly, patting Peter’s stomach, only for Peter to twitch slightly from the aftershocks, some cum trickling out his tip. Harry’s thumb swiped at it, popping it in his both. “You know, your cum isn’t that bad, man,” Harry licked his lips again, Peter flushed red. “Y/n was obviously much better, sweet little pussy of yours,” Harry tilted your chin thumb pulling your bottom lip leaning in, but Peter quickly sat up, slapping Harry’s arm away.

“Don’t push your luck.”

“I sucked your dick man,” Harry reasoned.

“She’s still my girlfriend,” Peter leans a chin on your shoulder, kissing your neck, gripping kneading your boobs. Harry puts his hands up in defense.

“I think it’s completely unfair, that I made you both cum and I’m still hard as fu-ck—“ Harry chokes as you pump his cock instantly. “Fuck,” Harry doubles over as you kneel down, kissing his tummy as Peter sat behind you, your ass in the air.

You smiled against his skin as Harry whimpered when you pulled away. “What do you want Harry?” You were kneeling in front of him, taking his hands and letting him feel your sides.

“I-um—uh—“ Harry swallowed thickly, as you placed his hands on your tits. Harry’s mind was only now fully realizing that he can finally, finally, fuck the Y/n L/n, his best friends girlfriend—

“Harry?” Peter chuckled at his frozen friend.

“Can I take you from behind?” Harry blurts, green eyes eager as can be. You hum, looking over at Peter, who hums, reaching over to the nightstand, tossing a condom to Harry. Peter moves back agaisnt the head board as you get on your hands and knees, arms your on the outside of his knees, arching your back as you look over at Harry.

“Shit,” Harry gawks at your open legs, pumping his cock before slipping the condom on. Peter inhaled sharply, caressing your cheek as you kiss his inner thigh, noticing his cock start to harden again.

“Harry,” Peter quickly looks up at his friend, just as he’s about to rub his cock against his girlfriends pussy.

“Hmm, yea?” Harry answers, pausing his movements.

“One time. This is the only time you’re ever gonna go inside her, or see her like this,” Peter’s voice was low, slightly scaring Harry.

“I know, until I walk in again and see you both going at—“ Peter throws an orange peel at Harry.

“Harry.” Peter’s jaw clenches.

“I know, one time, gotcha,” Harry nods in understandment. Peter let’s out a sigh, ruffling his curls, before nodding his head for him to carry on.

You look over your shoulder as Harry’s hand makes contact with your ass, smoothing over the skin before giving it a squeeze. “You good?” Harry asked for consent, smirking at Peter.

“Yes, Harry,” you roll your eyes.

“I’m being respectful,” Harry defends, you open your mouth to respond, but the only thing that comes out is a soft moan, Harry’s cock rubbing through your slick folds.

Your cheek rested on Peter’s thigh, looking back as Harry groaned, before guiding his cock into your dripping entrance. Your mouth fell agape, eyes fluttering at the feeling.

“Oh fuck—fucking hell, y/n—“ Harry moans, snapping his hips a little more, bottoming out, hands grasping your hips. “So fucking tight, shit,” Harry’s head goes back slightly out of breath. Peter watches heart pounding, his hand pushing your hair back to get a look at you beautiful face.

“Harry,” you push your hips back against him, making him groan. “Move.”

“Okay, yup, gotcha,” Harry bites his lip as he pulls his hips back, watching the slick cover the condom, before snapping his hips back into you. You let out pants as Harry begins pounding into you from behind, picking up speed as your nails dig into Peter’s thighs.

“F-Fuck—“ you moan, Harry grasping your ass, wanting to slap it so badly, but knowing it’d be the last straw and Peter would definitely kill him, so he just neaded your cheeks, as his other hand ran down your arched back, just to catch sight of you licking Peter’s cock.

“Good girl,” Peter sighs, groaning when you hum around him. You don’t hesitate to wet his cock once more, before taking him into your mouth.

“Shit,” Harry groans, pounding into you harder, your wall clenching around him just to tease, making him shake. His hand coming around working your clit. Your hips rocked back into him, meeting his thrusts. Harry planted a foot on the bed, grasping your hips better before pounding harder into your tight pussy.

You moaned loudly, choking around Peter, making both boys groan. You panted over Peter’s cock, as Harry’s cock hit deep inside you. You were mess, Harry’s fingers rubbing circles as Peter praised you.

Peter held your cheek, stomach tightening as you sucked on his cock desperately, drool leaking down your chin. The sounds of your sucking and Harry’s skin slapping against yours filled the little dorm room.

“Can we switch?” Harry panted, feeling himself on the edge and after walking in on you multiple times, sucking Peter’s cock, Harry wanted to know how your lips feel around his memeber and letting him cum in your lips and not a condom.

“Yes, fuck—“ Peter caressed your cheek, pulling you off him, just as Harry slipped out. You bit your lip, turning around, Harry’s balancing on his knees, sitting back against his feet shamelessly spreading his legs out. Condom tossed, and cock twitching. Harry slapped his memeber on his lower stomach making him sigh and your pussy clench. You flushed. Not wasting time, you licked up his inner thigh, and arching your back as Peter rubbed his bare cock through your folds.

“Ahh—“ you moan, kissing Harry’s tip, sending vibrations. Harry’s stomach tensed as his mind tried capturing this moments of your beautiful lips pleasuring him. You kissed and licked his pubic bone, his groomed trimmed hair tickling your nose.

Peter circled his tip around your entrance, before thrusting into you, your mouth fell agape, clutching Harry’s thigh. As Peter pumped his cock inside you, you finally got to work on Harry’s leaking member.

Harry bit his lip as you swallowed his whole cock, instantly deep throating him. Harry was toppling over at how desperately you were sucking his cock, not wasting a moment to play with his balls.

“Shit!” He moaned. Hand pushing some hair from your face, catching sight of your beautiful bright eyes staring back at his.

“Like Harry’s cock, baby?” Peter’s hand came around slapping your pussy, making you whimper around Harry.

“Fucking hell-y/n“ Harry’s hips jumped. You didn’t stop, the sound of your mouth, filled the room. “It’s like it’s gonna run away love, shit sucking it like a fucking popsicle,” Harry panted, completely astonished with your ability.

Peter moaned, watching Harry pant and hold his girlfriends hair as she kissed and sucked his balls before taking him back in. Harry felt Peter’s eyes, looking up to Peter who was leaning towards him, still rocking into you.

Harry met Peter in the middle, their lips colliding once again. Peter’s hand held Harry’s sharp jaw, tilting his head. The kiss was sloppy and wet, both boys panting into each other. Peter was shaking, pulling away as his hands held your hips, thrusts turning sloppy before his stomach rippled. Peter’s cock twitched as hot cum coated your walls sending shivers through your body. Peter rubbed your clit faster until you were moaning around Harry, cumming around Peter.

You were completely sensitive, Harry whimpering and moaning as he sat back on his thighs holding your head lightly as you continued to ravish Harry with your lips. It didn’t take long for Peter to come crawling beside you, rubbing your back soothingly, before scooting closer to Harry, sitting back on his knees, one leg behind Harry’s back, as the other was agaisnt Harry’s outer thigh, slightly hard cock rubbing against Harry’s hip.

“Peter,” Harry groaned, tilting his head as Peter kissed and sucked at his neck. Peter’s hand felt down Harry’s stomach, the muscles clenching under his fingertips making Harry moan louder. “Your girlfriends gonna suck my cock off,” Harry panted agaisnt Peter’s lips, making him chuckle.

“The best head ever,” Peter’s eyes flicker to you, who was already staring at the two boys.

“Fuck—ing right,” Harry strangles, rubbing Peter’s thigh, feeling Peter’s cock again.

“Harry,” Peter slips a tongue in Harry’s mouth, bucking his hips up, trying to rub his cock on Harry’s side, feeling the pleasure fill his body at the thought of rubbing his length on his best friends sweaty body.

“ ‘m gonna cum—gonna fuck y/n!” Harrys balls tightened, clutched your hair for dear life as he came with a strangled cry. Your sucked and pumped his memeber, milking every last drop of his bitter sweet cum.

Harry was bucking into your mouth lazily, before his face was buried in Peter’s neck, panting on his hot skin. Peter bit his lip, running a hand through his damp black curls, while helping you sit up. Peter leaned over to capturing your lips. Peter twitched at the taste of his best friend cum in your mouth.

“Still gotta a little fight in you?” Peter teased his friend, eyes locked on Harry’s cock twitching agaisnt his leg.

“Ahh so you do think I’m an amazing fuck, well guess what Parker I’m not just another body that you can toss away when you’re done!” Harry pushed off Peter dramaticly.

“Oh my god,” Peter rolled his eyes.

“I am a person. I have feelings!” Harry was putting on a show, standing completely nude in the middle of the dorm. “Honestly Pete, I thought I was worth more than one night!” You were holding a hand over your mouth, suppressing your laughs.

Peter stood up, hard cock bobbing along with him as he walked to the kitchen, grabbing an orange.

“For once Pete, you need to listen to me! I don’t think you understand what I’m saying—“ Harry goes on, exaggerating each and every word, trying his best not to laugh at himself.

“ ‘m listening,” Peter throws the orange peels in the trash, then coming back over, cheeks flushed at the sight of you sprayed on his bed, fully nude.

“Pick me. Choose me. Love me!” Harry breaks, doubling over in laughter, his cock surprisingly had risen with every movement of you on the bed and his friend shamelessly showing himself raging as well.

“All I can give you, is an orange slice bud,” Peter stalks over to Harry, half the orange slice in his lips. Your eyes darkened as Harry opened his mouth taking a bite off the end, both swallowing before tongues were fighting each other again.

“Can I take the lead?” Harry huffed, slapping Peter’s cheek.

“Ugh, no,” Peter slaps with a huff.

“Orange slices are hot if you make em hot, eating the ends isn’t hot,” Harry slaps.

“Yes it is, oh look your dicks standing, thanks to me,” Peter’s slaps.

“Fuck off, he can’t help himself, he’s just always excited, aren’t you?” Harry talks to his dick, your jaw slacked as Peter eats another slice unbothered by his friends antics.

“So it’s normal for guys to talk to their dicks?” You chirp, sitting up on your elbow. Harry’s eyes snap to you, cheeks flushed, slightly embarrassed.

“You look really hot,” Harry blurts. His green eyes skim your body, stalking over to you, as he holds his cock, Peter rolls his eyes, watching you move over allowing Harry to lay beside you.

“One makeout session bro, please, she’s still got my cum around her mouth,” Harry begs Peter. The brown haired boy rubs his sweaty chest, nodding. You smile brightly, allowing Harry to pull you into him, his lips latching onto your bottom lip.

Peter was an amazing kisser, yes, but having a new pair of lips work on you, made you flustered and desperate again. Harry twisted your nipple, tugging at the buds as you climbed over him. Peter kneeled by the edge of the bed, eating his orange slices casually, letting his cock twitch as Harry’s cock rubbed agaisnt your ass.

Harry tangled his hands in your hair, his fingers playing with your pussy lips, before pressing a thumb on your clit, making your body jolt. “Wanna fuck my face, wouldn’t mind it,” Harry smiled agaisnt your lips, fingers still circling your cunt. You whimpered, climbing up, cunt hovering over his open mouth.

Peter quickly stepped in, his hand holding your cheek, turning your face to him, his lips crashing into yours. “Mine,” his pupils blown.

You smiled, pecking his lips once more, before lowering your dripping cunt. Harry’s tongue didn’t waste a second, already lapping at your heat. Peter sat at the foot of the bed, moving Harry’s legs apart. He continued to eat the sweet fruit, some of the juices sprinkling on Harry.

That’s when Peter’s body filled with desire. His took the slices, ripping it open slightly, then proceeding to squeeze the orange juices down onto Harry’s cock.

“Shit!” Harry moaned at the feeling of his cock being sucked, he lifted your thighs up, looking between your legs, down at his eager roommate sucking his tip, orange slice rubbing the base. “Now-fuck—that’s what you do with an orange—christ Pete!” Harry’s hips jumped as Peter swirled and sucked, using the same technique you do.

You whined above Harry.

“Sorry, your boyfriend just loves my dick,” Harry taunts, earning a pinch to his inner thigh. “Shit, okay!” Harry huffs at Peter, trying to knee his friend, the both tackle annoyingly, until Peter pins Harry’s muscular thighs down, taking Harry back into his mouth. “Oh fuck, cmere sweetheart,” Harry moans, bringing you back to his lips.

Your chest heaves as you grind down on the green eyed devil, his hand reaching up to pinch and squeeze your breasts. “Harry, uh fuck just like that,” you moaned, tugging his hair as his tongue flattened on your clit letting you grind faster.

As Harry sucked and lapped at the beautiful goddess above him, his best friend, was kneeling back on his thighs, scooting closer between Harry’s legs. Harry’s cock twitched at the feeling of Peter’s member rubbing him.

Harry’s grasp tightened around your thighs, swirling his hips as Peter licked his lips, hypnotized by the way his pre cum swirled leaked onto Harry’s cock. Peter was panting silently, squeezing some orange slices on his cock before grasping both and spitting down. He let it trickle between the two.

“Fuck!” Harry moaned loudly into your slick folds. Peter was jerking both them together, cheeks flushed red. Peter was grinding up as Harry tried to get something more, but he was still working with you and god he was so in love with your taste and the constant eye contact was sending him off.

You whimpered, toes curling, as your fingers grasped his hair making Harry smirk agaisnt your cunt, fucking his tongue in your entrance. You were close.

Peter’s hand smoothed over Harry’s chest, circling his nipple as he jerked his cock, letting his precum rub agaisnt Harry’s cock.

“Don’t stop, fuck—gonna—uhh—“ your head went back cumming on Harry’s tongue, he hummed in pleasure, sucking faster on your clit. “Oh my god!”

Harry felt you gush on his lips and chin, Peter’s eyes snapping up, watching you squirt on his friends face. His face turned red from anger and arousement.

“Y/n!” Peter pulled you away from Harry, your legs shaking, back agaisnt the wall. Peter bit his lip as he rubbed your clit furiously, giving it slaps as you squirted more. Peter’s fingers pumped inside you relentlessly. Harry’s mouth was agape, sitting on his elbows watching Peter fuck you with his fingers mercilessly as you cried out.

“Peter!” You were screaming his name, shaking as your cunt throbbed, trying to push Peter’s hands away, only for another wave of euphoria to blur you. Harry joined in and sucking your erect nipples, jerking his cock with Peter’s.

Peter was moaning as he bit down on your lip, his cock twitching as Harry kept moving his wrist. Harry came, cock twitching, freezing his movements only for Peter’s to huff, pushing his hand away and pumping both cocks earning a loud groan from Harry. Peter’s hands were crossed, fingering your and jerking them both.

“Shit, Pete—“ Harry bucked up, Peter’s eyes fluttering shut, his fingers leaving your cunt. He was on his knees pumping his cock into his fist, before rubbing desperately on Harry’s cock that rested on his lower stomach. Harry whimpered, letting his friend use him.

You shuddered from whatever kind of orgasm you just had. Peter moaning as his cock pulsed, shooting white ribbions onto Harry’s lowers stomach and shaking member.

Harry bit his lip, tugging Peter’s cock earning louder moans and more cum shooting out, bringing Peter’s tip to his cock. Peter bit his lip, spreading his cum on Harry’s cock, finger circling his tip.

Peter sat back on his knees, cock softening as Harry covered his eyes with an arm, cock twitching on his stomach.

Your eyes were closed resting back on the wall.

“You alright, baby?” Peter’s voice filled with warmth and concern as his hand smoothed over your cheek, kissing it gently.

“Sensitive,” you answered simply, eyes still closed, but moving into Peter’s warmth.

“That was fucking fantastic!” Harry cheers, clapping his hands, sitting up and wrapping his arms around his friends. “What did I tell you, threesomes are fucking it!”

“You were oddly obsessed with doing it with us,” Peter spoke, a smile on his lips.

“What can I say, I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to taste this beautiful girls pussy,” Harry leans into you, before Peter is yanking Harry away. “Cmon we’re still naked!”

“You made her squirt—you don’t get aftercare!” Peter huffs, only for Harry to chuckle.

“I’m just very experienced, no need to get jealous,” Harry teases.

“I’ve made my girlfriend squirt many times, right y/n,” you nod, shrugging Peter’s T-shirt on. While Harry wipes the cum from his chest, slipping some boxers on and Peter follows. “I don’t need you doing any of that.” Harry wraps an arm around Peter’s shoulder.

“Don’t get your dick hard, I was playin,” Harry pats Peter’s cheek, before slapping him.

“For fucks sake,” Peter slaps. The two tackling one another, as you get fully dressed.

“Bye guys!” You shout over their grunts and complaints.

“Wait you’re leaving?” Peter pouts.

“I have to shower, and I have a test tomorrow,” you said. Peter kissing you, arm around your waist.

“Call me before you sleep?” He mumbles softly, rubbing his nose on your cheek. Your fingers twirling his curls.

“Mhm, clean the sheets,” you smile. Peter flushed.

“I know. Love you.” He pecks your lips again.

“Love you too.”

The door shuts behind you, a lazy smile on Peter’s lips—

“Kinda bummed she didn’t give me a goodbye kiss.” Harry taunts, arm around Peter’s shoulder.

“Shut up,” Peter elbows Harry.

“Uncalled for,” Harry holds his side. “Am I allowed to ask her who was better?”

“No.”

Harry nods, “afraid she’s gonna say me.”

Peter slap Harry.

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Laid Back

harry osborn x reader

2 in 1 Requests: can you do a harry osborn x reader where y/n is inexperienced and wants to learn abt sex and stuff and she tells harry bc they are best friends and he offers to teach her, with a lot of smut — could u write a harry osborn smut please? maybe like he’s stressed so you help him release his stress by… yk… getting real steamy

warnings: f!reader, smut, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, fluff in the end

18+ mature content — plz be advised and don’t interact!

“You smell nice,” Harry said, his voice low and raspy. You looked over your shoulder from your spot on the park bench. The boys hair was all over the place and he wore sunglasses to shield his bloodshot eyes from the long night.

“I thought you had class?” You said, turning back to your book. You’d just finished eating your lunch and had a couple minutes until your next class. So you sat criss crossed reading a book your friend recommended.

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❝ Kitty Gets A Reward ❞

MINORS/MEN DNI

pairing: felicia x fem!reader

warning: 18+

word count: 1k

tags: wlw, fingering, receiving!felicia, top!reader, i have earth-1048 (ps5) felicia in mind

a/n: if y'all remember that one part in the game where felicia said "my girlfriend's in paris" then good, cause you're the girlfriend in paris in this fic

BLACK CAT known to be one of the best and most notorious thief of New York. Rumors say she's a cold, heartless, dominant woman. Yet, here she was in the palm of your hands.

Literally.

Whimpering and moaning in your lap—so compliant, so adorable with her legs sprawled out.

This was the same woman who, terrifyingly fought the people who abducted you just days ago, slicing through their throats with no problem, just to save you.

And yet, here she was.

The woman dubbed to be one of the most dangerous, sitting in your lap in front of your standing mirror with a blindfold on and wrists tied together while you relentlessly finger her—chasing her third orgasm for the night.

"'m'gonna..." Felicia whined, her legs spreading more as she feels the familiar feeling in her stomach building up.

"Cum?" You asked, your voice laced with amusement.

You angled your fingers better before quickening your pace, and your lips trailed hot kisses down on her open neck, leaving faint hickeys all over and earning louder moans from her.

You grinned as you looked at her through the mirror—adoration evident in your eyes—watching your fingers disappear in her soaking cunt, clenching around it desperately.

You're eyes sparkled at the sight of her.

That dishevelled look, tied wrists, blinded eyes, and sheen of sweat on her body had you reeling in with a desire to draw out more of your name to slip past her lips in a broken whine.

Fuck, she looked ravishing in this position, and here you thought she couldn't get any prettier.

"Go ahead, baby," you cooed, planting an encouraging kiss on her jaw. "You deserve it. Cum for me, come on."

Felicia only bit her lower lip and whimpered loudly as she threw her head back on your shoulder, her back arching off you with her thighs tensing and threatening to close when her orgasm hit her hard—her pussy clenching tighter around your fingers as she gasped for air.

Humming in satisfaction, you lovingly trailed your kisses up her neck to her ear while you slowed down the pace of your fingers—still moving ever so gently to let her catch her breath.

"So pretty." You whispered, placing your free hand on her jaw to make her face the mirror.

"I believe the word you're looking for is gorgeous." Felicia managed to cheekily reply in between her ragged breaths, and you only let out a soft, amused chuckle at her confidence.

You couldn't argue with that. She is gorgeous.

Probably even more if you could find better words to describe her.

You pulled your fingers out, kissed her cheek, and you heard a disconcerted whine from your girlfriend before it turned into a satisfied moan when you rubbed her swollen clit in lazy circles—her legs twitching at each stroke.

With your thumb softly stroking her bottom lip, Felicia stuck her tongue out—licking the digit before gently biting it.

"You think you can give me another one?" You asked.

Felicia turned to face you, laying her forehead against yours and you kissed the tip of her nose, gaining a soft grin in return.

"Is that a challenge?" Felicia smirked.

"Maybe." You teased.

She leaned in to try and kiss you—only to end with her lips colliding with your chin instead, and you only laughed at her attempt, making her huff in disappointment.

Adorable.

You thought, chuckling, before you graciously decided to bring your lips to her—languidly brushing your tongue on her bottom lip—and Felicia gladly kissed you back, humming in bliss as she opened her mouth to skim her tongue with yours while you still playfully rubbed slow, careful circles on her throbbing clit, recieving soft hums and hushed moans from her while your free hand ran down her body to spread her folds.

"Faster..." Felicia moaned in your mouth, kissing you with fervor as she raised her hips closer to your hand.

"What do you say?"

"Now." She demanded, yet the tone of her voice sounded more desperate than authoritative.

You only raised a brow and withdrew your fingers away from her aching cunt to further tease her, and you heard a quiet, disgruntled moan from her.

"I hate you sometimes," she mumbled in to your lips, taking a pause before she said, "Please?"

Satisfied from her answer, you simply smirked and decided to quit teasing, wrapping one arm around her waist and entered three of your fingers—prodding at that one spot that you knew made her toes curl.

Felicia threw her head back on your shoulder as her entire body tensed. "Fuck..."

"That feel good?"

Felicia could only answer you with a "Yes" through her ragged breaths.

It wasn't even that long since she's recovered from her previous orgasm yet you were already pulling another one from her within just minutes.

Fuck, you were good.

Felicia bucked her hips up, pulling your fingers in as deep as they could, moaning loudly as she tilted her head to hide her face in your neck while you showered her with praise and encouragement as you focused on chasing her pleasure.

You felt her tremble in your lap, heard her whine your name (followed by muddled curses of words), and watched how her chest heaved while she gasped for air.

All of this was your undoing, and you couldn't help but want to pat yourself on the back.

With one switch of the angle from your hand and the other teasing her clit—hastily trying to drag out her fourth orgasm—Felicia's knees bucked up to her chest, her body almost curling into a ball as the overstimulating pleasure shot through her once again.

A bunch of "yes," "fuck," and your name fell from her lips in a breathy whisper as she writhed under your touch. The sounds that came out of her combined with the sloshing sounds of her pussy echoed throughout your bedroom—all of it sounded obscene, but by god, was it heaven to your ears.

a/a/n: just finished my college entrance exam last week, this was the only thing that kept me going

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Meddle About // BestfriendsBrother!Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader // MODERN AU

MDNI

Summary: going to your best friend's brother's party shouldn't be much of a big deal right? Till you catch her older brother's eye, THE aegon targaryen, known for his notorious reputation.

WARNINGS: afab!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, doggy style, fingering, tiddy sucking, aegon being aegon, spitting, spitting in mouth, aegon is nasty asf, cum eating, manhandling(?), hair pulling, voyeurism (reader walks in on aegon getting blowed), cunty aegon. + not proofread

WC: 2.2k

❝We only met each other just the other day, but you already got me feeling some type of way, now, if I could figure it out, I'd take you back to my house so we can meddle about. ❞

“You coming to the party tonight?” Helaena asks you through the phone and you sigh, “Can't, I need to prepare for the test in a week.” you tell her and you can hear her let out the most disappointed sigh ever.

“Girl fuck those tests, you need to have some fun, you are coming to the party, this isn't a request and if you don't- I will tell literally show up to your house and drag you here.” she says sternly and you chuckle at her words.

“Aegon throws a party every two weeks Hel, I can just attend the next one.” you try to reason but she shushes you, “No, you are coming, that's it.” she hangs up before you could respond and you stare at the phone in disbelief.

You ponder about it, wondering if you should really go, I mean you have the rest of the week to prepare for the test right? Skipping one day doesn't hurt.

So you decide to go.

And here you are in your car, trying to find a place to park as most of the empty spaces were occupied, luckily the targaryens owned this huge amount of slot, so parking here shouldn't be illegal as it was their own property.

After you find the parking spot, you make your way to the entrance gate to the mansion, looking at it in awe as you can hear the DJ play and lights flash.

Seems like Aegon went full out for this.

It wasn't uncommon for him to throw parties, he was the typical popular kid in college who throws a party almost every week, the one with a high body count, the one who's extremely good looking.

You on the other hand, were known to be the topper and pride of the academy, you were popular too, but not as much as him, and the main reason you were popular was because of your good grades and high percentage, being one of the top 5 academically well endowed students in the entire university.

You and Aegon were polar opposites, you didn't even know him that well, just someone that is the brother of your best friend.

The guard at the front asks for your name and you tell him it, and he lets you in, taking note that you were Helaena's best friend.

You stand in front of the huge door, hearing the music boom loudly from the otherside, before ringing the doorbell, only to find it open so you push it open and make your way inside.

You bring out your phone to call helaena and she immediately picks up, “Bitch, I'm here.” you tell her and she lets out a loud squeal, “Where are you? At the entrance? Wait, I'm coming.” she says and you wait a few minutes before you spot her making her way over to you through the crowd, and then dragging you to the pool outside, where it is less crowded.

That's when you spot Aegon, with his legs in the water, top naked and only wearing shorts, there was this girl clinging onto his arm in a bikini, you noticed that it was Cerelle Lannister.

One of the popular girls in the campus as well, but for the same reasons like Aegon.

“You did not tell me this was a pool party.” You say to helaena, looking down at your attire, which was a simple black thigh-length dress that hugged your body like a second skin and she shakes her head, “It's a merged party, so don't worry too much about attire.” she tells you and you nod.

You soon find the time flying by fast, you were having fun, finding classmates that you enjoyed talking to and engaging in fun games at the party with them, and suddenly you needed to pee.

“Hel! I'm going to the bathroom.” you yell loudly over the music and she gives you a thumbs up, acknowledging your words and you chuckle, making your way inside and up the stairs.

The hallway upwards seems empty, the music getting muffled as you go further down it, you open the door to Helaena's room to use the bathroom in her room since she wouldn't let anyone inside, until you spot Aegon at the edge of the bed, getting sucked off by none other than Cerelle.

She doesn't seem to have heard you enter the room, but Aegon surely did because his eyes filt over to you, you freeze up.

He looks directly at you, scanning your body from head to toe, mouth falling open as he breathes heavily, he grabs Cerelle's hair, pushing her further to in to take his cock in her mouth, while he maintains eye contact with you, you stand there not knowing what to do, he smirks at you, before he throws his head back and groans, coming undone in her mouth.

You quickly step outside the room and shut the door quietly behind you, and that's when you realise you entered the wrong room, you curse yourself internally and go into Helaena's room to do your business.

You clean up and come out of the room, only to find Aegon standing in the hallway, leaning against his door as if he was waiting for someone.

“Y/N isn't it?” he asks, and you nod.

He walks towards you, closing the distance between you both, causing you to press your back against the wall.

“The school's pride huh? I've heard a lot about you.” he tells you and you stand there confused.

Why is he trying to make a conversation as if nothing had happened earlier? That you did not just walk in on him getting his dick sucked?

But most importantly, why is he showing interest in you?

“I hope they're good things.” you reply back, sighing.

Maybe you can get acquainted with him, after all it would be nice to know your friend's brother just in case.

“Oh they are, you're often praised for being smart,” his eyes scan your figure, “But fuck, they missed out one core detail of how fucking hot you are.” he leans in, whispering in your ear.

You feel the goosebumps rise and shiver, which doesn't go unnoticed by him, earning a chuckle from him.

“Uh, thanks I guess, I need to go-” you push him off, and try to leave but he grabs your hand and pulls you to him, his gazes at your lips, licking his own and leaning in, you put your hand up to his lips pushing him away and freeing yourself from his grip, before rushing downstairs, away from him.

You thought that interaction would be the last of him.

But it wasn't.

It was almost as if the gods had heard you praying to make him leave you alone but they were like 'no'

So here you were, standing shocked with your apartment door open as you took in sight of Aegon, he was dripping wet from the rain that was pouring heavily outside.

“How did you find me?” you question, genuinely worried if he was stalking you, but he simply showed you the message of Helaena sending him your address when he said he got stuck in the rain, since you were nearby.

And that's when you receive a message from Helaena, ‘hoping that you won't mind letting Aegon in, since it looks like the rain won't stop anytime soon, and there is too much traffic.’

You sigh and reply to her, ‘of course not.’

You step aside and Aegon smiles widely, welcoming himself in, removing his wet boots and socks before stepping on the carpet.

You go inside your room and grab a towel, before throwing it at him, “Don't bother me, I'm studying.” you warn him and he raises his hands up in surrender, “I won't.” he says.

Well that was a fucking lie.

Because here you were, making out with him on your bed.

He rubs himself against you, creating friction to ease his ache as he kisses you hungrily and frantically, your hands tugging on his hair as you pull him closer, rubbing your cunt against him whilst straddling him.

He pulls from the kiss, hands groping your tits, and you gasp when he pinches your nipples, before pulling up your shirt, and pushing your bra down to reveal your breasts, he gives kitten licks to your pebbled up nipples before placing wet kisses.

“Fuck, I have been thinking of this lately.” he mutters, taking in your nipples wholly inside his mouth, suckling on it slowly. “Been wanting to fuck you since helaena bought you home.” he mutters, the other hand massaging your other breast, he pulls away before taking off your top completely and unhooking your bra, his hands then move to the band of your shorts, you get off him to pull them down, along with your panties, he takes this time to remove his own clothing, leaving you both bare.

“We barely knew each other before that party but fuck-” he pins you down on the bed, one hand holding both your hands up while his other holds your thigh, grabbing it and spreading you wide.

“Do you know how many times in this past weeks I had thought about just taking you to my house and fucking you senselessly?” his fingers dip down to your entrance, catching your wetness and bringing up it to coat your clit in it. “So. Many. Fucking. Times.” he pinches your clit harshly causing you to gasp.

“Aegon-” you whine, breah growing heavy, “What?” he asks before pinching it one more time, making you squirm.

His fingers travel downwards before he inserts one finger into your awaiting hole, slowly stretching you open, his grip on your wrists never falter once as his other hand works wonders, plunging in and out of you, creating lewd sounds.

He inserts another finger, curling them upward, grazing that spot causing you to clench around him in arousal, he repeats his motions and soon you cry out his name as your orgasm hits you. “Fuck- the way your cunt is fluterring around my fingers- i need it to do that on my cock.” he pulls his finger out, before inserting them in your mouth.

“Clean it up.” he commands and you obey, tongue swirling around his digits and sucking as you clean your wetness off of his fingers, he pulls out his fingers and kisses you instead, groaning when he feels the tangy taste of you on his tongue.

He pulls away from the kiss, “Keep your mouth open.” He tells you and you obey, and he purses his lips before spitting in your mouth, you flinch when you feel it land. “Swallow.” you shut your eyes tightly and do as he said.

“Good girl.” He praises you, and the praise goes straight to your core, causing you to push your thighs together.

He lets go of your hands, before getting up slightly and changing positions.

He flips you on to your stomach, before pulling your ass up, causing you to balance on your all fours as he kneels behind you.

“Fuck, I do not have a condom.” he mutters and you turns slightly to look at him, “It's fine, I'll take a pill in the morning.” you assure him and he nods.

He grabs you by your waist before shoving himself deep inside you in one swift thrust, causing you to moan and fall on your elbows at the sudden intrusion, he grabs your waist tightly before starting to move, thrusting in and out.

Your body jolts front and backwards at the intensity of his thrusts, one of his hands leave your waist to grab your tits, giving them a squeeze before the same hand collects your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and he tugs on it, causing you to shift back on your hands again.

He uses your hair and waist as leverage to fuck brutally into you, his pace never faltering once, he grunts and groans when you clench around him, “Look at you, taking my cock so well.” he praises you, the hand gripping your waist goes downwards to your front, finding your clit.

He rubs fast circles unto it while thrusting, making you gasp as you feel your high approaching, “Fuck- Aeg- I'm gonna cum.” you blabber, and as soon as he hears that, he rubs your clit even faster, causing you to reach your peak once again.

You moan loudly into the room as the pleasure courses through you, your cunt clenching around him in pleasure which makes him throw his head back, “ ‘m gonna cum inside you” he murmurs as his thrusts turn sloppy before he comes to a sudden halt, spurting his hot cum inside you, only to move slowly again, riding his orgasm out.

He pulls out and watches as his spend leaks out of you, before collecting it on his finger, and tasting it, along with your juices.

He flips you onto over your back, and you breath heavily, trying to come down from the high, until you feel him once again at your entrance.

You look at him in confusion.

“Oh you didn't think we were done yet, were you?” he smirks.

Oh gods.

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“One of your girls.” // Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x F!Reader.

❝We don't gotta be in love, no. I don't gotta be the one, no. I just wanna be one of your girls tonight.❞

Summary: trying to get over a break up is hard, especially when the other person cheated on you, the ultimate betrayal, but Aegon is here to save the day.

WARNINGS: afab!reader, sex under influence (not too heavily but still), alcohol consumption, unprotected p in v sex, cumming inside, tiddy sucking, nipple play, cunnilingus, oral f. receiving, cockwarming, slight angst(?), reader is bold + not proofread

WC: 1.5k

A/N: I needed to get this out of my brain cause this has actually prevented me from finishing the aemond one shot 😭 so here it is! // divider credits to @cafekitsune

The music of the party rang through your eardrums as you sipped on the beverage you had ordered, you stood there by the bar and watched as the crowd danced to the music. You have been trying to get over your break up after finding that your boyfriend had been sleeping with one of your friends.

So when you found out that Aegon was throwing a party through helaena? You immediately knew you had to attend because you realised that staying down in the dumps isn't going to help.

Well, that's what brings you here now, standing and sipping on the drink, all of this was very expensive and you didn't know how Aegon could afford this, actually, you do, he is a Targaryen after all. They're filthy rich.

“What are you doing here all alone by yourself?” You turn your head to face the person who was talking to you, only to find Aegon leaning against the counter boredly looking at you. “Having the time of my life.” You reply cheekily which makes him smile, “By standing alone?” He asks and you nod, which makes him roll his eyes playfully. “Where is that bf of yours? Ditched you for some other girl?” He asks and your expression drops, “I broke up with him, he cheated on me.” You tell him, avoiding eye contact. Aegon's eyes widen and he immediately stumbles on his words “Shit- fuck- I didn't mean to- I'm so sorry- I was just joking cause you know he is always like that.” He frantically apologises and you chuckle, “It's fine Aeg.” you tell him.

“So you're single now huh?” He changes the conversation and you nod, “Well, enjoy your single time for a while, cause the moment others find out; they'll be flocking to you.” Aegon jokes and you raise an eyebrow, “Flocking to me?” you question and he smirks and leans towards you, “Of course, I mean- who wouldn't want the hottest girl on campus, especially now that she's left her ugly boyfriend?” His tone becomes flirty as he scans you from down to up which makes you smirk.

“Do you want me?” You ask directly which catched Aegon off guard and he blinks trying to process what you just said, you stand there waiting with a smirk on your face. “I mean– who wouldn't?” He tries avoiding the question but you place your drink down on the counter and grab his shirt, pulling him close to you. “Tell me Aegon, do you want me?” you whisper, staring into his eyes and he swallows thickly, his hands moving to grab your waist.

You brush your nose against his, tilting your head to hover your lips against his, he looks at your lips before licking his own, “Tell me.” Your hand caresses his cheek, pushing one of the stray hair strands back to his ear, his breathing becomes heavy before he whispers the words you finally wanted to hear, “Yes, I want you.”

The next thing you know is that you're in the bathroom, door locked and music muffled, back pressed against the door as you kiss Aegon, his lips frantically moving against yours in sheer desperation. He pulls away to look at you.

“I- I just want to say this before we continue further.” He pants and you frown, “I don't do- love, just a heads up for you to not catch feelings for me. I'll hurt you.” He tells you which makes you smile, “Don't worry Aeg, I don't want to be in love either, I just wanna be one of your girls for tonight.” You tell him and he searches your eyes for a moment before slamming his lips against yours, resuming what you both were doing before.

His hands travel to your breasts groping and squeezing them harshly as the kiss turns more passionate and deeper, he pulls away and focuses on undoing your clothes, he pulls down the material from your shoulders, exposing your breasts, you had no worn a bra and he looks in your eyes for approval which you give him through nodding.

He trails kisses down your neck to your breast, before suckling on your nipple, pulling it between his teeth, you grip his head as he continues his ministrations on your nipple.

He pulls away, and moves you, placing you on the bathroom counter and kneeling on the ground, he parts your legs wide and pulls your dress up making it bunch up at your thighs while he pulls your panty down.

“Fuck– such a cute little pussy.” He places kisses on the inner sides of your thighs and you whine as he teases you, “Shh, be patient, let me appreciate you first baby.” He continues to press kisses on your inner thighs making you shiver in anticipation, and when you least expect it, he engulfs your clit into his mouth causing you moan out loud, you immediately bite your lip to suppress your noises but the way his tongue is bringing you pleasure makes it harder.

You grip his hair as you start to grind against his face, matching his rhythm while he grips your thighs tightly, tongue swirling and flicking your bud, he bites it slightly causing you to wince and tighten your grip on his hair. “Fuck– Aeg–! you're so good–– you really know how to hit the right spots.” You praise him, throwing your head back, which causes him to suckle a bit too hard, the praise going straight to his cock.

The itch that forms there slowly is satiated by his tongue before you feel it burst, sending pleasure up your core and through your spine.

He pulls away and immediately stands up, unbuckling his pants hurriedly as he pants heavily, his lips glistening with your essence, you place your hand on his cheek and pull him close for a kiss, tasting the tangy flavour.

He groans into your mouth before he pulls away and parts your legs wide, as he desperately pumps his cock in his hand, trying to ease the itch he desperately feels.

“Need to be inside you– fuck. I don't have a condom.” He tells you concerningly and you stare at him, “It's fine, put it in raw, I'm clean and I have an IUD.” you reassure him and his eyes widen, “Wait actually? Are you sure?” He questions and you nod, “Yes Aeg– just hurry up and fuck me.” You say desperately and that's enough for him to push himself inside you. Fully settling inside you and you moan at the feeling.

He gasps when you clench around him, before he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, coating himself fully in juices, while mouthing at your neck and massaging your tits, he then speeds up his pace, his cock moving in and out and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer as your hands remain on his shoulders.

He stops kissing your neck and looks in your eyes for a moment, the eye contact so intense and you swallow thickly, his lips find yours and you both are kissing once again, except for an odd reason it feels more intimate this time.

His speeds up even more, his body causing you to rock back and forth on the counter, you let out a whine into the kiss when you feel his tip hit that sweet spot inside you, “Fuck yeah! Right there oh gods Aegon–!” You say out loud, but your voice is muffled by the kiss, his sheer desperation in kissing you is making your head spin, the way his mouth works wonders against your own. You pull away gasping for air and that's when his tip lands a final hit at your sweet spot, causing you to topple over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a huge wave, you bite your lip so hard to suppress the loud moan to the point it hurts.

“‘m gonna cum fuck.” he grunts and speeds his pace up more, his grips your waist tightly as he is now chasing his own orgasm and then he finishes with a loud growl, shooting hot ropes of cum inside your womb.

“Shit– I didn't pull out.” He curses himself, breathing heavily but you caress his face, “I have IUD remember, it's fine.” you reassure him, before you place a kiss on his forehead.

He remains still for a while and pulls out after his cock completely softens and brings up his pants.

You fix yourself as well, doing what was required before and you press a kiss to Aegon before speaking, “Call me if you ever need me again okay?” You tell him which he frowns at, he should be the one telling you that but he doesn't say anything as he watches you walk out of the bathroom.

He breathes heavily, trying to process everything, a warm feeling in his chest beginning to bloom when he recalls what you had done to him.

Maybe you aren't gonna remain just "one of his girls for the night" for too long.

— !  ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

[m0chaminx]

𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?

modern!aegon ii targaryen x reader

rating: 18+, minors dni

summary: reader thinks aegon can never be more than a one night stand, and aegon is intent on getting her to give him a chance.

word count: 2.5k

tags: modern!au, smut, drunk!aegon having sex with sober!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, tity sucking, pussy eating, p in v sex, unprotected sex

note: i very much write fanon!aegon, not the canon, show!version.

sidenote: is this lowkey inspired by my irl situationship who wont quit calling me every time he gets drunk?? maybe

it was a regular friday night for aegon. his frat was throwing a big party, and he had organised everything down to the last detail. he had a reputation to maintain after all, known affectionately as the king of parties of dragonstone university. he had already drunk his own weight in alcohol, flirted (and then proceeded to get handsy) with a couple of girls but he’d been too distracted to follow through with any of them.

his mind instead wandered back to a couple of weeks ago, at another party, where he’d met y/n. she’d been chatting to cregan stark, wearing a little black dress that hugged her in the best way imaginable. he knew, looking at her enchanting laugh at stark’s dumb joke, he had to have her. putting on his most charming smile, he’d approached her.

she’d been wary of him because of his reputation around campus (who wouldn’t be) but after a few disarming jokes as his fingertips grazed the side of her thighs, he’d managed to convince her to give him a chance.

drunken steps were then taken back to her dorm room, and they’d had what aegon could only call amazing sex.

now hold on, you have to believe him when he says amazing, alright? he’d slept with too many women to count, after a while the nights blended to the point that he couldn’t much differentiate between what having sex with each of them had felt like. so, when one such night stood out for him? it meant it had met a very high bar indeed. after all, he thought, he didn’t go around spending the night at every girl’s place.

he'd thus expected a little warmer treatment come morning and was rudely shocked at her attempting to throw him out. still, wearing his jeans in such a hurry that its button and fly was undone, unlaced shoes, bare-chested as he held his rumpled shirt in his hand, he’d had the audacity to offer her a lazy grin and promise “i’ll call you.”

“please” she’d snorted with an amused look, “everyone knows aegon targaryen is not the type to call.” taking no note of his offended expression, she’d shut the door in his face.

he’d been wondering about those words ever since. sure, she hadn’t been wrong but, hey, he’d meant the lie this time! with tits that great, ass that perfect, why wouldn’t he want a repeat of last night? he’d thought to himself.

determined to prove her wrong, he’d asked around the frat house and found out her number. but as his hand had hovered over the call button, something had stopped him. she’d caught him spot on, he realised. he wasn’t a relationship guy, and she wasn’t expecting the relationship-thing with him. perhaps it was best he left her alone.

he’d done just that, at least while sober. drunk aegon on the other hand, found it much easier to pick up the phone and dial her number.

“who is this?” there was panic and sleep in her voice, having picked up an unknown number at 2 in the morning “sweetheart! you picked up” he’d grinned, words slurring. he could practically hear the eyeroll on the other end. “aegon… to what do i owe the pleasure?” “i was just missing you.” he sighed. “sure.” nothing in her voice indicated that she believed him.

“i’m actually not far from your dorm. how about i come up with a bottle of tequila and we can… catch up?” he suggestively added. “it’s 2:14 am…. on a tuesday.” she pointed out, but her words didn’t seem to mean much to him as he replied, “so?” an exasperated sigh could be heard over the phone, “good night, aegon.” click. he stared down on the iphone in his hand in disbelief, she’d hung up on him.

he decided maybe he’d come out too strong, so the next time he texted first. he’d stared at the text for a couple of minutes, and when he saw that she was online but hadn’t bothered to text him back, he’d walked over to the nearest girl and proceeded to make out with her in the bathroom. until he was interrupted with a buzzing in his pocket, “just a minute” he’d mumbled against her lips, unbothered by her disappointed expression as he fished for the phone in his pocket hurriedly.

he saw that y/n had finally replied to his ‘u up?’ with a ‘depends.’ his brow furrowed at her response in confusion, he typed back ‘on what’.

the notification arrived with a ping. her response read ‘are u drunk?’. something told him instinctively to lie. he typed out a no, but once the message sent, he realised it had autocorrected to ‘yo’. he corrected it to a no and sent again, only to find the same mistake committed again. it was only after a string of typos had been sent, did he blink and realise autocorrect wasn’t to blame at all, his damn fingers just refused to cooperate with his inebriated brain.

ping. after receiving the string of nonsense, she finally replied ‘i got my answer.’ “aegon?” the girl in front of him looked at him impatiently, only to have him grab the handle of the bathroom door, leaving with a quick “gotta go”. he immediately called up y/n as he walked out of the party, but the call went straight to voicemail. all four times.

thus, every night aegon had gotten drunk since, he found himself being distracted by thoughts of y/n, frustrated at her refusing to engage with him.

that night too, once the clock on the wall started to look to him as if it were melting off and his feet seemed to stumble wherever he walked, his brain suddenly thought showing up to her dorm was the best idea ever.

reaching her door, he ran a hand through his hair before knocking. no response. impatient, he loudly whined “y/n! c’mon, open up!” met with more silence. he whipped his phone out, blinking at the bright screen as he concentrated to make sure it was without typos, he sent her a text, ‘m 0utsidee’. he pounded with his fist on the door one more time, before a door opened, but not the one he was standing in front of.

three doors down, y/n stood against her doorframe in her small black shorts, red tank top riding up slightly to reveal skin just above them. “wrong fucking door, idiot.” aegon grinned as he walked towards her. “you’re lucky baela’s out of town for the weekend, otherwise she would have kicked your ass for banging on her door like that.”

ignoring her, he pouted as he leaned his head against her door frame, looking too much like a wounded puppy. y/n felt a tug at her stomach at how undeniably cute he looked. “why don’t you ever pick up my calls?”

“why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she asked instead of answering. “what?” he mumbled, confused. “high….why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she slowly repeated, as if talking to a two-year-old. “i’m not interested in someone who needs to be drunk to call me. i don’t want to be your booty call.” she shrugged. his lower lip jutted out further at her response, crease appearing between his brow. oh, gods, y/n found herself thinking, how could someone manage to look this pathetic and this cute at the same time.

“you’re not a booty call.” he groaned in protest. after all, there were enough girls at that party willingly throwing themselves at him, he could have been with anyone, and yet… it was her door his drunken steps had taken the path of.

“go home, aegon. it was a one-time thing. it’s not happening again.” she insisted. her words seemed to have no effect on him, as he placed a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. he bent down to her ear and whispered, his words slurring, “let me show you all the reasons that this should be more than just a ‘one-time-thing’.”

he pressed his lips to hers, softly at first. she didn’t immediately kiss him back, but the feeling of his lips on hers felt more intoxicating than whatever it was that she could smell off his breath, and she found her lips moving against his within seconds. he bit her lower lip playfully, at her response. she parted her lips to allow him to slide his tongue past them. his hand, meanwhile, slid under the material of her tank and travelled upwards, thumb pressing against her nipple as he squeezed her breast. breaking from the kiss for a second, he smirked at her, “didn’t bother wearing a bra to greet me?”. “i was preparing for bed!” she hissed in response. “excuses” he shook his head at her, teasing.

with his hand he lifted her tank to reveal her bare breasts. “aegon!” she attempted to keep her voice low, lest her neighbours wake up to the scene, “we’re in the middle of the hallway, anyone can walk in!” the idea of someone catching them only made it all the more exciting for aegon, “relax.” he told her with a laidback smile.

before she could protest, his head dipped and he captured her nipple in his mouth. a moan escaped her lips at the feeling, and she stumbled back, her back hitting her doorframe. aegon continued his tongue’s assault on her sensitive nipple, one hand gripping her waist to keep her in place, the other reaching behind her to squeeze her ass. her hand held the nape of his neck, as her head was thrown back in pleasure at his actions. she whined when he abruptly stopped.

he kneeled down and his fingers reached up, pulling her shorts and panties down her legs, causing a shiver to go up her spine. chewing on her lower lip in nervousness she weakly said, “we should go inside” but she couldn’t deny that the thought of getting caught made her even more wet. there was a hint of recklessness and danger in his eyes, “where’s your sense of adventure?”. he threw the clothes inside her ajar door, then lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. she audibly gasped as she felt his tongue upon her already soaking pussy.

“aegon…ah!” her hand gripped his hair as his tongue played tricks on her core, her eyes rolling back till she could see stars. his grip on her thigh remained firm, and she was certain she would be waking up with a bruise. “close… so…close…” she had begun to say after a few minutes, feeling her muscles tense, when he stopped.

he stood up and started to undo his pants, freeing his length. he grabbed her by the waist, letting the tip of his cock tease her folds. she was already moaning for him, “want me to take you right here? make you scream my name, till your neighbours come checking?” she swallowed at the thought, lust overtaking her eyes.

“let’s do one thing.” he smiled as if he’d struck upon the most perfect idea, but the gleam in his eyes told y/n it couldn’t be anything good. he turned her around by her waist, hand coming to her front to rub her clit as he whispered in her ear, “you see that door?”. she knew he could only mean the door to the elevator which was the way to enter her dormitory floor. she managed a nod in response, unable to form words as his fingers pressed down on her so ruthlessly. “keep looking at it.” he commanded as he grabbed her hips back to push his cock inside her. “aegon!” she gasped at the feeling.

he entered her completely in one go, pulling out punishingly slow before pushing back in. he continued speaking as he impaled her, “someone’s gonna walk in any moment now…” he teased, “…and see you in this mess… see you bent over, taking me from behind…like a whore” the thought embarrassed her, yes, but what embarrassed her more was that she found herself almost wanting it to come true.

“even when they walk in, i won’t stop.” he threatned, his thrusts becoming faster. “you’ll be on display for everyone to see… to see how well you take my cock.”  he gathered her hair in his fist in one hand, and she felt him pulling it lightly. “yes, oh, yes!” she found herself moaning, eyes intently trained on the door. “you’d like that? of course, you would, little slut.” she only whimpered in response, his words bringing her closer and closer to her edge. “you’d love to have everyone see just how well you receive a ‘booty call’” he chuckled. she could feel herself going weak at the knees at his pace and dirty talk.

“aegon… i—ah!” pleasure spread over every inch of her body, as she came all over his cock. he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own orgasm, until he emptied inside of her with a grunt.

her legs felt wobbly as he pulled out of her, turning her back around to face him. “next time i call—” he panted as he spoke, exerted from their activities, “—pick up.” she smirked, in contrast to his dominating actions mere moments ago, his words now sounded more like a pleading request; one she felt gracious enough to grant him as his juice and her own dripped down her legs. “i will. promise.”

his pearly white teeth showed as he grinned at her response, pleased. “oh, but i’m not nearly done with you for the night, just yet.” he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he shut the door behind them as he walked back inside her dorm.

the next morning, she didn’t kick him out like the last time. she let him linger around her bed, aegon placing a trail of kisses down her body as a manner of greeting her good morning. he was needy and showed it by being as tactile with her as could be. yet she felt comfortable with his touches, allowing herself to lie with him for hours, their legs tangled. even as she bid him goodbye from her door, she had to practically tear her lips off his, neither able to get enough of the other.

she felt content as she’d shut her door behind her, leaning against it as she thought back to the night that had passed, when her phone started to ring. she picked it and smiled as she saw the name being displayed, ‘aegon (don’t pick up)’.

 “see i am the type who calls. a lot” she laughed at his words through the phone, able to hear him standing right outside the door. “and also the type who does breakfast. what do you say, brunch in an hour?”

[m0chaminx]

𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!reader

Summary: You were the only one who truly saw the tortured king. Not his mother, not his brother, and certainly not his wife.

Warning: Language, Infidelity, Humiliation, Toxicity, King Complex, Slight Angst, Smut (+18) Minors DNI, Canon typical Incest, Grinding, Forced orgasm, King Kink?, Dom/Sub Themes, Controlled Orgasm, Ownership Kink, Dub/Con, Groping, Humping, Pussy rubbing, Exhibition Kink

This isn't very good, I admit. I just needed to get it out of my head.

Despite your eye following the pathway of High Valyrian ink splashed on the weathered pages of your book, your brain takes forever to process the words.. It is a story you had enjoyed since the days of your wetnurse but now you are focused on the utter injustices occurring by the dinner table before you. You always found your nose nestled in a book throughout dinner, all save for this one.

The Queen mother is bent over her plate, forgetting her table manners in the vehemence of her passions, while Aemond assumes a hostile glare from his perch at the head of the table. Aegon sits slumped in between you and Helena, with his half lidded eyes so painfully tedious as he prods at his food, while these fake gods scold him from above.

"And to make matters impossibly worse, you failed to display even a shred of sympathy towards his condition-" Despite the nature of his mother's tone, it does not stop Aegon from rebutting where necessary, with a quick, sharpness on his tongue.

"This 'condition' you speak of, being the imprisonment of a wealthy merchant's stupid son." Aegon releases a short, winded chuckle, one that you share behind the concealment of your book. "Perhaps he shouldn't have gotten himself captured."

"He is apart of your battalion, Aegon- fighting your war-"

"I am not at war. As I sit here, I am not harbouring any ill feelings towards any party-"

Aemond interrupts, "All you think about is fucking and drinking-"

"Precisely brother!" Aegon proceeds to turn to his mother, with his hands splayed outwards he reiterates, "All I think about is fucking and drinking,"

A loud, unladylike snort escapes the confines of your throat which you attempt to sheath with a cough as you study the words in your book. Aemond rolls his eyes while Aegon throws a blatant smirk beside you- "See Mother! Now our dear cousin has fallen ill as a result of the animosity stirred by your incessant scolding!” Aegon’s voice is doused in sarcasm as he rubs his hand into your shoulder, “All because of your nagging, mother," Alicent’s eyes darken as her voice descends into caution "Aegon. Tomorrow you are to formally apologise to that Knight. He is a seasoned member of your Kingsguard-" The politics was becoming far too much on him. His grip has yet to leave your shoulder.

"Why the complete and utter fuck should I be pandering to my subjects?"

Aemond is the first to inject "Have you not a shred of Diplomacy, you fucking imbecile?" You eye Aemond from above your book, and you cannot begin to imagine the younger brother would ever inject himself into Aegon's business, no reason except perhaps, jealousy?

Aegon promptly ignores Aegon, and, with his eyes on Alicent, he leans over the table and whispers:

"If Rhaenyra wishes to have the crown, she may gladly take it-"

"AEGON!" The queen's thunderous voice settles over the table like a tempest, injecting all those present with a sharp, instinctive flinch, all except Aegon, who remains lax and unaffected by her outburst, only fueling the Queen's anger to first born tenfold.

"I cannot rely on you for anything, Aegon, NOTHING! For a mother to be so utterly embarrassed by her son- her eldest son," there is venom in her incredulity, one that has your brows curving as you send a sympathetic gaze at the Usurper. You lower your novel and lean slightly closer to the battlefield that has befallen the dinner table. Aegon’s hand drops from your shoulder, landing in your lap. You clasp his trembling hand in both of yours.

How a simple visit to see your cousins in King's Landing had turned into a public execution of Aegon's dignity, is utterly beyond you. You decide that you simply will not allow it, you cannot allow it, and solidarity is all you hope Aegon feels radiating from your clasped hands under the table.. You look up at him, thinking you might look up to find anguish in Aegon's eyes, but all you find there is a sly, almost secretive smirk dancing along his visage.

"You govern this country like a child-" Aemond begins but you're quick to snip back,

"Perhaps we should be mindful, cousin of the fact that Aegon still is a child. He is but 20 years in age!" You exclaim, with your own incredulity coating your laughter, "Aegon's destiny was pre-written when you were barely able to wipe your own shit, Cousin." Aegon fails to conceal his crass bought of laughter.

"I've no time for this," Alicent says, pushing herself out of her chair before rising in silent anger, "Helena, come," she commands before leading a slightly aloof Helena out the dining hall without another word. Helena mumbles something about broken unions in iron castings before disappearing.

The silence is deafening as Aemond's one eye studies the two of you - he is not able to see your hand underneath the table, you don’t think…

"Before you think about fucking our cousin, at least think about fucking your wife." Aemond announces, to an amused Aegon who keeps his amused gaze lowered to the table. It is then that Aegon squeezes your hand, still seated on your lap. His fingers encircle yours in what you initially deduce is acknowledgement of your solidarity, but what you quickly realise is something much more sinister.

"I cannot say I will heed your counsel, brother," It is then that Aegon grabs ahold of your hand, guiding you until your palm is cupping his hardened cock. "But you can trust that your council is solemnly heard."

Aemond watches you from above the rim of his chalice as he empties the final traces of his wine before placing his chalice back on the table. His exit is a slow one, one that has your anticipation expanding and Aegon's patience waning. In all honesty, hearing your valiant defence to preserve his dignity raised an intense feeling of desire in Aegon. Even though Aegon's only feeling ever, always seemed to be desire.

"Come here," He says once Aemond footsteps have echoed away, "I need your mouth," Despite his command, Aegon is already leaning in with his hand cupping the back of your skull. Soon, all you can smell is him. All you can feel is him. All you can taste is the drunken and sunken taste of him.

His tongue forces its way into your mouth, ripping a fresh groan from inside you as he twirls you into his lap. He has you arrested on him, his front to your back, with your arse pressed on his crotch. His hand on your face cranes your neck backwards and forces his mouth on yours, promising that even if you wanted to free yourself, you may never be able to.

"I love how you see me," He whispers, never breaking away too far, in fear of you disappearing, "How utterly pleased I am with the version of myself I see living in your eyes," His words spill out of him and slip inside your mouth bridged by your shared saliva.

"He is not useless. He is not pitiful," Aegon breaks away from the kiss, to lay a palm on your cheek.

As one hand lovingly strokes the side of your face, Aegon’s other hand is ravenous, as it palms your sensitive breasts through the bodice of your dress.

"Thank you for not judging me," He all but whimpers as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He breathes you in until his hips attempt to grind into you like a touch starved adolescent boy, while he ventures under your soft skirts.

"You don't have to thank me, Aegon." Your hands reach backwards to cradle his head into the crook of neck just as Aegon's fingers reach around to hook into the seat of your underwear. You aren't nearly as aroused as him, but somehow that fact has Aegon spiralling even further into arousal. His eyes are squeezed shut as he leans into you, smelling you, while his fingers drift over your pussy, searching desperately for a reaction.

"It is very rare that I find myself wanting to give any woman pleasure," Aegon's admits, with a low, dense drawl. His actions steal the breath from your very lungs as you feel the first sign of wetness begin to coat your underwear. He is in utter awe when he feels it. Quickly descending into a level of pleasure that he was not even sure existed, "I fucking love your cunt," He murmurs in his desperate drunken haze, "I wish to play with it and taste it and fuck it until you’re barely able to speak-"

"God's, Aegon!" Your voice is hoarse and your cries reach the highest rafter of the dining hall. Despite your degenerate wails, Aegon does little to stop them, in fact he encourages them, as his fingers push your underwear aside.

"When did you get so fucking wet?" The warmth of his breath fans against your cheeks, as he presses his front against your behind, "Did I get you this wet?" He asks, before getting the strongest surge of arousal as he whispers, "Did your King get you this wet?"

All you are able to accomplish is a nod as your mind explodes with vibrant visions of your near release. Soon, you're moving your hips in tandem with Aegon's fingers squeezing sloppily at your clit before rubbing with vicious surety.

"Please-"

"Call me by my title," He whispers, completely stripped from his sensibilities. "Tell your King to make you come," Aegon's brain is filled with what he suspects is determination. He is determined to see the most lecherous parts of you crack, and have it done by his design. He rubs your cunt with furious passion while he pushes up from underneath you, utterly destroyed by the idea of having a monopolised control over the workings of your body.

"Fuck- please my King!" The ache between your legs is as warm and erratic as Aegon's hands. "Please let me cum-"

"Tis only I, who can get My Lady this wet and needy," He murmurs, quite literally to himself, as he pushes his hips against your arse.

"Only you, My King." You decide to humour him, seeking the quickest way to your release, "Only you can make me cum," Throughout his tirade, Aegon's other, unoccupied hand has reached around and clasped itself against your throat. He is violent in his actions, squeezing deliriously until your throat is vacuumed of all its air. It's an utterly depraved situation you have both found yourselves in.

Anyone could decide to walk in at any moment and Aegon affirms as much. "You're such a pretty little whore, making a mess on my fingers like this. Fuck, The servants could decide to walk through at any moment," His grip on your throat relaxes, allowing you gasp hungrily for air while the first spots of your organs threaten to surge through you.

"P-Please, My King-"

"What would they think if they find you humping my hand like such a needy, little whore?" He is rubbing rough circles against your cunt until finally, you're unable to resist teetering on the edge much longer. As your orgasm washes over you, and your body shudders above him, Aegon's own orgasm is triggered as he forces your hips further onto the seat of his pants.

"My Lord," your voice is shallow but a restless tremor settles on your limbs, "Have you no shame," you're partially jesting, as you try to come back from your previous delirium.

"I've already been branded a devil," He says, "There is no Grace left to fall from."

[m0chaminx]

[m0chaminx]

Keep me warm

Summary: reader is terrified of storms, soaking wet, she shows up at hannibals door, terrified and needing comfort. Size kink. Cock warming.

Warnings: 18 plus only. NSFW, descriptions of a panic attack, cock warming, size kink, smut, hurt/comfort. You know the drill.

A:N- thankyou for requesting this I have been thinking about this scenario ever since! Hope your okay! Much love ❤️. I know you said you'd be fine with hc but you get a whole fic instead🥰 also I got rained on so much last week and now I'm full of cold I HATE this time of year ugh. I hope you like this I really do 🥰🥰

This might be one of my favourite things I've written.

You regret every decision you've made leading up to this point.

Grey clouds gather above you, you look up, wincing.

You thought you could make it home before the rain. Only wearing a light jacket, definitely not equipped for the kind of weather about to unleash on your head.

Fuck you whisper, hands clenching as thunder rolls in.

You shove your jacket off and hold it above your head in a pathetic attempt to retain at least a bit of dignity. You know you can't make it home with the storm, your anxiety already heightening with every crack you hear.

But you can make it to hannibal.

He's the only one who knew of your fear. Having to reveal it one day when you were both on the way to a crime scene.

The rain falls hard on the front of the car, wipers working overtime to clear it, your amazed hannibal can even see through the haze of rain. Your breath hitches as you hear the beginnings of a storm. You hoped he didn't notice. But this is hannibal. Of course he did. He glances over at you, sees your chest heaving and pulls over.

"Y/N" he says softly, shifting in his seat to face you.

But the rain is coming down so fast and hard and it's like you can feel it, in your soul. Your head spins as you try and take a deep breath. Hannibal places his hand on your thigh and squeezes, once again calling your name. When you don't look at him, he reaches out and grips your chin gently.

His face is flooded with concern

"I- can't

You push your hand into your chest, trying to ease the weight that's settled there.

"I know, I know, y/n, keep your eyes on me, okay?" Hannibal soothes.

You force yourself to keep looking at him, his big hand still rests cupping your chin, applying a slight pressure.

"Good" he smiles, hannibal weighs up the options in his head. Getting out of the car is out of the question, and he asks "do you trust me?" And you nod, so hannibal unclips your belt and says "Come here" before pulling you onto his lap. He immediately holds you tight, pushing you into his chest. "It'll be over soon my love" he soothes as he holds you against him. You can hear his heart beat as you lay on him, and eventually it calms you.

By the time you knock frantically at his door, your positively soaking wet, teeth chattering, tears blending in with the rain running down your face.

Hannibal opens the door and your hit instantly with a wall of warm. His brow furrows in concern as he takes in your state.

"S-storm" you mutter, looking down at the floor before you feel two hands wrap around your waist and pull you into the house.

Hannibal immediately pulls you into his embrace, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You shrink into his embrace, his presence beginning to melt away the fear you felt.

Shivers rack your body, cold setting in, hannibal holds you tighter.

'I've got you' he says.

"Come on, let's get you warmed up hm?" His hand comes to cup your face as he speaks.

He leads you to the lounge, where the fire is roaring.

"Let's get out of those wet clothes my love" he says, his hands rest lightly on your waist. Waiting.

You look at him, his eyes blown wide, hannibal swallows visibly.

"Would you like me to leave while you change?" He asks.

"No" you whisper.

Hannibal lifts your soaking shirt over your head. His breath catches in his throat as he does, lips parted slightly as he takes you in.

You slip out of your pants just as hannibal places the dry shirt over your head. It falls just below your knees.

Hannibal runs his fingers over your neck "you, are exquisite" he says, slightly breathless.

Heat rises to your face, warming you. Your still shivering slightly though, and hannibal of course, notices.

"Come here" he whispers, sitting down on the sofa and pulling you on top of him.

You let out a moan as you feel his cock against you, sitting deliciously against your core.

Hannibals cock hardens even more at the noise you made.

"Your still colder than I'd like darling" he says seriously, running his hands up and down your exposed thigh.

"Mm" is all you manage to say.

"I was working on my memory palace, when you knocked"

"M sorry" you mutter, ducking your head.

Hannibal tuts, lifting your chin to look at him.

"No, do not apologise, but, I do need to finish my thoughts" he says as his cock twitches.

"How about we stay like this until I'm done hm? And then I'll cook and you can spend the night?" He asks.

You nod.

"Words, darling" hannibal says sternly.

"Yes" you breathe out.

You shift slightly, his clothed cock pushing against you making you drip with need.

Hannibal grips your hips and stills you.

"Not until I'm finished" he grins. Before pushing you back slightly so he can free his cock from his pants.

You watch in awe as his thick cock springs up against his stomach.

Hannibal places his hands back on your hips before guiding you to sit on his cock.

You close your eyes, pleasure overtaking you as he sinks inside.

"No my love, you keep your eyes on me" he says, his voice gravelly.

"Hanni, please" you whisper, his cock filling you stretching you so good.

He ignores you. Continuing his thoughts as he twitches his cock every now and then inside you.

He keeps one hand gripping your chin, looking at him as you warm his cock.

"You feel so good, sitting on my cock like this, so perfect" he says.

Your chest heaves at his words.

"M so full, please, I need you" you choke out, feeling every ridge of his cock inside you, he pushed himself up on the couch slightly, causing him to hit another spot inside you.

"Fuck" you cry out.

Hannibal smirks, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. He begins to trace small patterns on your back.

"Hanni, it feels so good" you whisper into his chest, clenching around him.

"I know my love, just a bit longer I promise, your doing so well for me".

You whine at his words, and hannibal keeps talking to you like that, you relax into him, his cock still snug inside you as he holds you, warming you up, as you warm his cock.

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A Feast of Blood

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Pairing: Vampire!Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x Vampire!Reader (fem)

WC: 3.5k words

Summary: An AU in which Hannibal is a vampire. // Shortly after turning you into a vampire, your sire, Hannibal Lecter, teaches you how to feed, using Will Graham as subject. Things just get really horny from then on lmao

Warnings: Dead dove DO NOT EAT, SMUT (18 + ONLY), Fem!Reader, lots of body fluids being swapped (saliva, blood, cum // don't read if it makes you queasy), vampirism, blood drinking (consensual), blood mentions, biting, raw p in v (DO NOT DO IT), slightly subby Will?, very slight enemies to lovers if you squint, let me know if anything else!

Tags: @the-devils-littlegirl

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"Well fed devils behave better than famished saints." -D.L. Smith.

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The night drew closer to the hour between the dog and the wolf, shadows deepening. It had been quiet for the most part, as if the house was also holding its breath in anticipation.

Then the doorbell rang, loud as a death knell, announcing his arrival.

“Dinner time,” Hannibal said with a grin, his tone almost playful. 

He got up to open the front door, but you stayed put, smoothing out the hem of your dress. It was nothing fancy since you knew you would very likely ruin it, but you still wanted to look presentable.

You were more curious than nervous about tonight’s lesson, especially since it wasn’t with a complete stranger. 

For a week after Hannibal had turned you, he fed you only the blood that he’d procured. He’d wanted you to regain your strength first, but he had stressed the importance of learning to feed by yourself as soon as you were able.

As it were, Will, his most consistent donor, had been called in as the subject. You had met him well before you were turned, though even then Hannibal was well established as your sire. 

Will was always reserved, if a bit prickly, towards you. You wondered if he’d thought of you as just another one of Hannibal’s human playthings, gullible enough to believe he’d actually turn you.

It was true enough that Hannibal had fed on you a few times, but it was unlike his other feedings. You had watched him a couple of other times, oscillating between unbridled carnage and self-possession. 

The latter was more like bonding for him — The brutal intimacy of the bite, the unspoken trust that no deadly harm would be inflicted, the decadence of your life’s essence flowing through him. Sustaining him. 

But of course, he had kept his word, guiding you into the eternal night. And these were pleasures you would get to experience anew, just from the other side of things. You wondered what Will thought of the sudden turn of fate. 

He followed Hannibal into the living room, absentmindedly undoing the top buttons of his flannel shirt. You raised your eyebrows at Hannibal, who seemed equally amused at Will’s apparent eagerness. 

“A simple hello would be enough of a greeting,” you said lightly, tone just teasing enough for him to know you weren’t sneering. 

Will let his hands drop as he became conscious of his actions. “Force of habit.”

“Sit, please, Will,” Hannibal said, gesturing towards an armchair. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Will snorted at the irony of trying to relax around not one, but two bloodsuckers, but he sat regardless. His posture was tense, arms rigidly placed on the armrests, shoulders squared. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve started getting nervous now,” you said, feeling bold enough to continue testing him. “This isn’t your first rodeo.”

“Well, I trust Hannibal possesses enough self-control not to kill me. You, on the other hand…” He grimaced as if remembering himself, looking down. 

You sniffed, offended. “I didn’t pounce on you the minute you walked in, did I?” 

Hannibal put a placating hand on your arm. “Don’t take it to heart, my love. I have had years to harness myself, and it has not been an easy journey. And you, Will, must also understand that patience goes both ways.”

Will inclined his head in acknowledgment. “True, I apologize for that.”

Still, Hannibal could understand his spike in anxiety, but he’d decided to be polite and not mention it outright, as you did. 

“Something to drink for you, maybe? I’ve got that scotch you like,” he offered, and Will accepted.

As Hannibal went to get it for him, you and Will stared at each other for a tense moment. Perhaps his animosity stemmed from envy at you being a newly minted vampire. You weren’t sure if Hannibal had ever promised him anything, but you were sure your sire would have mentioned it if that was the case.

“Think you’ll be able to stand having me close to you?” You asked, tone mild once again. 

Hannibal returned, handing Will a glass of the amber liquid. He raised it in your direction, as if toasting to you. 

“After one of these, I’ll be loose and relaxed for you, don’t worry,” he said wryly, taking a swig. 

Your eyes were drawn to his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed. You briefly wondered if you’d be able to taste the scotch in his blood, and if it would warm you the same way it did him.

“Better?” Hannibal asked, one eyebrow raised. 

Will nodded, flexing his fingers. Then, with a more determined look on his face, he turned to you. 

“Can I sit next to you?” He asked. “Seems like a good place to start.”

You slowly nodded, shuffling to the side to give him as much space as you could. You unconsciously glanced over at Hannibal for reassurance, and he gave you a serene smile.

“That’s better,” he said. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

This time, Will was sensible enough not to react. His head turned towards you, but his eyes didn’t meet yours quite yet. 

“That’s a nice perfume. What is it?” He asked, actively trying to soften his tone. 

“Oleander,” you said. 

“Deceptively sweet, but ultimately deadly,” he said, referring to the flower’s poisonous effects. 

He looked up then, eyebrows raised, and you let out an amused huff. “I suppose you’re gonna say it’s fitting.”

“That’s a given, but take that as a compliment, please.”

Hannibal chuckled. “There it is, Will. Flattery will get you much further.”

“Why don’t you sit on his other side?” You asked Hannibal. “Maybe he’ll be more comfortable that way.”

He complied, making Will scoot closer to the middle, his leg lightly brushing yours. That first contact made you tense, hunger stirring curiously within you.

Warmth emanated from him and your sensitive ears registered his heartbeat, loud as a drum. You could see the pulsing blue veins underneath his pale skin, branching out like the roots of an ancient tree. He was deliciously alive, and it filled you with longing. 

There were many things in your new, preternatural state that you were still getting used to. Nostalgia was a sheen on your mind you knew you had to shed, but it would take some time. You found yourself leaning closer to him, wanting to be near that spark, but both men misinterpreted this move.

“Easy now, we’re still warming up here,” Will said, but he didn’t move away. “Unless you’re just absolutely famished, then I don’t want you to torture yourself anymore.”

“I’m fine,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Do you need another drink, Will?” Hannibal asked, sensing the tension returning.

He shook his head. “I’m good for now. Do you think it might be a good idea to try with my wrist first?”

“Yes, great idea,” Hannibal said. “Though not too much. We’ll save it for the next part.”

Will unbuttoned his sleeve and rolled it up to his elbow. He offered you his arm, the inside of his wrist facing up. You took it gingerly, your fingers lightly following the patterns of his veins. The touch was so gentle it tickled him a little, making the hairs on his arm rise. 

You brought his wrist up closer to your face, looking over at Hannibal as your lips were mere inches from making contact. He nodded encouragingly.

“There is more room for error here, but not by much. Don’t fully sink your teeth in, it’s enough to just break the skin,” he said, making sure you were listening by holding your gaze.

This time, your eyes flicked over to Will’s face, and he also nodded. Your sharp, slightly elongated canines pierced the soft flesh and blood bubbled right into your mouth in a burst of flavor.

You let out a sound akin to a whimper, latching onto the wound. Will sucked in a sharp breath at the sting but stayed put. 

“That’s enough now,” Hannibal said firmly, bringing you back to the present.

You painstakingly reined yourself in and lapped it up with your tongue, closing the small wounds. Your lips were smeared crimson as you straightened, panting, chin dipped in slight embarrassment.

“Sorry…” you murmured, licking your lips. 

“Don’t apologize, you did good, Mieloji,” he said reassuringly, the Lithuanian endearment making you smile. “Now, how about we get to the good part?”

Hunger lashed your insides like a whip at the prospect of more. They could both see the feverish glint in your eye, and Hannibal knew you were trying your hardest to prove Will wrong. He wasn’t sure, however, of how long you would last before giving in to instinct.

He pressed a little closer to Will, knowing he would have to be more careful this time around. You, on the other hand, hesitated.

“Do you… need a break or something?” You asked Will slowly.

“No. Do you?” He said evenly, undoing a few other buttons on his shirt and pushing it off one shoulder.

You shook your head embarrassingly fast. He chuckled, and it was the first time you had seen him break out into a smile that night. It set you more at ease, encouraging you to draw closer as well.

His breathing hitched as you leaned against his arm. Your face neared the crook of his neck, and you gently nudged his jaw upwards with your nose.

“That’s it, my love, tilt his head just so,” Hannibal instructed patiently, his voice like a purr. “See the line of his artery, how his pulse surges at your nearness.”

Your mouth watered, your pupils blown wide with a beastly desire. Before you could help yourself, you traced the tip of your tongue over his skin. You could taste the adrenaline in his sweat, but a hum of pleasure escaped Will’s lips.

Hannibal chuckled, letting you indulge a moment longer.

“Now remember, the bite must be precise. A single fluid motion, otherwise it can get messy,” he continued, tangling his fingers through Will’s curls, keeping his head in place. “He will whimper, but the pain only lasts a moment.”

“What if he moves?” You murmured, voice low and slightly hoarse, conscience fighting through the fog of your bloodlust.

“He won’t, he’s very well-behaved. Isn’t that right, Will?”

Will nodded his assent, eyes heavy-lidded. “I promise I’ll be good.”

Angling your head to one side for better access, you didn’t let yourself hesitate. Once your teeth tore into the side of his neck, his body went rigid at first, but then it slowly started to relax. 

You clasped him against you, lost in the rush of blood his heart was suddenly pumping down your throat. Without you noticing, you hooked a leg over one of his, your body trying to envelop him like a serpent. 

It didn’t matter that you’d been bickering mere moments ago, bristling at the mere thought of being in the same room together. All of that melted away as soon as your lips touched his skin. Will’s breathing had turned shallow, the barest of sounds occasionally escaping his lips. 

His taste was indescribable, like pure starlight, crackling like electricity within you. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and all you wanted was more, more, more. You could perfectly understand why Hannibal would occasionally give in to savagery.

“Slow down,” Hannibal instructed, taking hold of one of your arms. “Slower. That’s it, good girl.”

You peered up at him through your lashes, your eyes bloodshot and utterly inhuman. He caressed the back of your head gently, proud of you for fighting so hard to keep control of yourself. He was on the same boat as you, the metallic scent like a siren’s lure.

“Now stop, before you take too much,” he said, looking over at Will. “Are you doing okay, Will?”

“Dizzy, but I’ll live,” he said weakly, groaning softly as you closed the puncture wounds with your tongue once more. “Do you need me, too?”

“Just rest for now,” Hannibal said absently, eyes fixed on you. “I’ll get myself a taste.”

You disentangled yourself from Will, slowly coming back to reality. The lower half of your face, your neck, and your chest were stained crimson, adorning you like macabre jewelry. 

Hannibal immediately drew you to him, kissing you like he was trying to devour you whole. The blood smeared messily between you, tongues swirling in each other’s mouths. When you separated, an obscene, pink string of saliva hung between your lips.

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself some despite the desire glazing his eyes.

“I… I will get you some water, and something to eat,” He said to Will in a daze, standing up from the couch slowly. “Just— one second.”

You watched him leave the room, your mind still whirling from the whole thing. Then suddenly, you scented fresh blood once again and looked over at Will in surprise. He had bitten his lip hard enough to bleed, and it was starting to swell. He was breathing hard, and there was a plea in his striking blue eyes.

You let out a desirous, pathetic sound, your body moving on its own accord. Your lips slid over his in an almost kiss, your faces inches apart, breaths mingling.

“You really want me to kiss you?” You panted, eyes heavy lidded. “I thought you hated me.”

He shook his head. “It was envy, and it was want. It was always want.”

You kissed him then, trembling eagerly. It was slow and tentative at first, but intensity built quickly. You were still riding the high of feeding from him, but a languorous heat was also spreading through you; Burning everything else away.

You didn’t hear Hannibal returning, but you felt him take his place back on Will’s other side. One look at him, and you could immediately tell he was just as restless. You broke the kiss for a moment to meet Hannibal’s lips, enticing him further.

And when you returned to Will’s lips, Hannibal’s face drew close, too. Then all three of you were kissing, a mess of lips and tongues and an ever-growing voracity. 

You left them to it for a moment and practically tore the rest of Will’s shirt off, exposing more of his warm skin. You trailed open-mouthed kisses all over it and Will moaned into Hannibal’s mouth.

“Please,” he pleaded, as if it was the only word he could say. “Please.”

“What do you need?” You rasped, kissing his neck and making him shudder. 

“Have me, use me,” he said as Hannibal pulled back. “Leave nothing behind.”

Hannibal raised his eyebrows in delighted surprise, watching you slide onto Will’s lap, straddling him. 

“Careful what you wish for,” he said, smirking. “She just might make it come true.”

He stood and helped you pull your dress over your head. Will’s brows furrowed and he let out a small, agonized sound as he took you in. His hands roamed over you reverently, like a worshiper praising his goddess. 

You did quick work of his belt, pulling off his pants as much as you could. You reached down and felt the velvety underside of his erection with the tips of your fingers. His hips bucked into your hand and you shushed soothingly, gently, promising to ease his torment.

And then, holding it by the base, you slowly sank down on his cock. His grip tightened on your hips, helping you move as Hannibal dipped down to kiss you. His fingers stroked up and down your throat, keeping your head tilted back and your chest exposed.

Will’s lips latched onto one of the hardened peaks of your nipples, and you felt his stubble graze the soft skin as he rubbed his face against your breast. He repeated his motions with the other one, grunting when he felt you clench down on him slightly. His teeth added an edge that made you buck and writhe, but neither let you move too far.

You palmed Hannibal’s growing bulge over his slacks as you dragged your tongue over his. He covered your hand with one of his, pressing your palm tighter against it. Your hips rolled against Will’s faster, your free hand buried in his hair, tugging slightly.

“Fuck me,” you could hear Will breathe out in tempo with your movements, like a hypnotic chant. “Oh, yeah, fuck me… just like that.”

“Katinėli, let me get a better taste of you,” Hannibal murmured deliriously, tilting your head to the side and biting into your shoulder.

You cried out, eyelids twitching as your eyes rolled back into your skull. It was that overwhelming rush that made the first orgasm violently slam against you. Momentarily, you became nothing but pure sensation, held aloft by the two of them. 

When you came back into your body, Hannibal was mending the skin of your shoulder, undoing his slacks. You collapsed against Will, trying to catch your breath. He clung to you, in the last throes of his own release. As it turned out, the intensity of your climax had milked out his own. He smiled beatifically, his eyes heavy-lidded, long lashes fanning close to his cheekbones.

You couldn’t help a weak chuckle, lightly kissing his jaw. “Now you might need a break.”

“When I get my strength back, you’ll see… but for now, yes,” he said, also chuckling.

“All the better for me,” Hannibal said from behind you. Your back bowed as he planted a ticklish kiss on the base of your spine. “It’s my turn to reward you.”

Your gluttonous desire flared back to life, and you were pliant as he helped you off of Will, bending you over the back of the couch. Hannibal extended his hand towards him and said, “A little help?”

Will spat in his hand, and Hannibal slicked his saliva over his cock. You heard him suck in a breath as he pushed into you, stretching you slowly. Will offered you his hand and you threaded your fingers through his, keeping eye contact with him as Hannibal’s hips began snapping into yours. 

Your mouth was slackened by wanton moans, your body pressed flat against the back of the couch as Hannibal bent over you. One of his hands was on the back of your neck, pinning you in place, while the other gripped your hip.

“Such a good girl for me,” he panted. “You did so, so good tonight.”

“Please, let me taste you too,” you begged, already losing yourself once more to the hazy oblivion.

He could deny you nothing, so he presented his wrist to your wanting mouth. The pain of your teeth was exquisite, and you drank with the greediness of the famished.

Drinking from each other was like falling in love all over again. Like the deepest embrace, beyond carnality; Beyond even the physical. More of his weight leaned on you as he slid in and out of you, faster and faster, the collective euphoria between you growing. His grunts and moans were like a savage melody to your ears, indicating that he was getting close.

Will was whispering praise and sweet nothings near your ear as you gripped his hand tighter. These soft coaxings, along with the soothing feeling that Hannibal’s blood brought, and you felt yourself dissolve once more like seafoam under the sunlight. The ecstasy was almost religious, a glimpse of the heaven you might never see beyond moments like this. 

But if it meant your nights would be filled with such encounters, then you were more than okay with that. 

With one last, triumphant growl, Hannibal came inside of you. His cock was fully sheathed in your cunt, his last few strokes short and tight, riding out every last wave of pleasure alongside you.

He slipped out of you, withdrawing his wrist from your mouth. You sat back down next to Will, leaning against him. With the last of your strength, grabbed the glass of water and helped him drink from it. The three of you shared sated, conspiratorial smiles, like you instinctively knew all along things would lead to this moment.

“How about a bath?” Hannibal offered, kissing your shoulders as he hovered near you. “We could all use some cleaning up.”

“That’s a good idea,” you said. “And then we can take better care of Will here. I want to make sure he recovers his strength, after all.”

Will couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, you’re so kind to think about me.”

You smiled a Cheshire cat’s grin. “See? I can give as much as I take.”

“I’m never doubting you again,” he said, glancing up at Hannibal. “Either of you. Hannibal was right about you all along.”

You nuzzled his neck. “Hmmm, if only you’d realized sooner, we’d have been much more amicable before this.”

“But I’m yours now too, aren’t I?”

Yes, he was, and neither you nor Hannibal had any plans to let him go any time soon.

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Hannibal...teaching the reader how to masturbate using his great skills and knowledge as a medical doctor 🫠😳🙏🏻

HHHHHH yeaaaaHHHh 🫠

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“That’s it, start out slow and see what feels good,” Hannibal instructed patiently, his voice low and near your ear.

Your fingers moved up and down experimentally, not quite finding a rhythm yet. You shifted your hips and leaned back against him, t-shirt tucked under your chin so your breasts were also exposed for his appraisal.

“L-like this?” You asked softly, clearly still aching for more.

“Hmm… Sometimes a little more pressure is necessary,” he said, his hand covering yours to press your fingers tighter against your clit.

You gasped, resuming your movements, this time trying a circular motion. Oh… now you were getting somewhere.

He chuckled, kissing the side of your head. You gripped his wrist with your free hand, torn between not wanting him to stop and getting slightly overwhelmed at the intensity.

“More than ten thousand nerve endings there… aren’t you a lucky girl?” He purred. “And you know what else? You can also play with these while you’re touching yourself down there.”

He licked the fingers of his free hand and slicked his saliva over one of your nipples, tweaking it into a hardened peak. He heard you suck a breath through your teeth, hips bucking against your hand.

He smirked. “Yeah? Does that feel good?”

“S-so good,” you panted, your hand starting to move faster between your legs.

“Good, keep going, chase that feeling,” he urged, continuing to fondle your breasts to help you get there. “I’ve got you, just let yourself go.”

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My thighs are huge cuz they’re full of secrets

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Just friends

Will Graham x fem!reader

Word count: 345

Requested by: @dollytier

Warnings: fingering

Will and You had always been friends, good and close. Two peas in a pod, a statement often used by both Jack and Alana. But were you both just friends? You weren’t sure, especially not when he had three fingers buried deep in your soaking wet cunt. Your mouth was covered by his other hand and he looked content seeing you in this fucked out stage. Hair messy, legs trembling and eyes rolling back into your head every time Will moved his fingers. It was too much and you were far too over sensitive.

Will moved his hand off your mouth and you bit your lip in order to not let the loud moan escape. His fingers still moved relentlessly inside of you and your moans couldn’t be contained anymore. A loud moan left you before you even realized. That flipped a switch in him, he was hitting your g-spot now and the hand that previously covered your mouth now found your clit. He huffed a laugh and said “My fingers look so pretty inside of you.” You moaned at that, his words having an insane affect on you. You really did try to contain your moans. Will on the other hand was not happy that his pretty girl was containing her moans. “Louder, I want them to hear you.” Will wasn’t asking you this time, he was telling you to moan for him. And you did. Loud moans as he continued to move his fingers.

You were sure that anyone who passed his office could hear you, but that’s what got you off. The thrill of getting caught like this, spread over his lap as he fingers you relentlessly. “Fuck Will” you voice came out breathy as he toyed with your clit. When you came,trembling on his lap, thighs shaking,he whispered nothing but dirty things in your ear. Your cunt clenching around his fingers like a vice, he didn’t stop though. He overstimulated you, never stopping his fingers until he was satisfied.

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This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

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