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[isntitdelicatevivi]

Sweetheart

jason todd x afab!reader

aka you catch an attitude with jason

warnings: smut, soft!dom jason, fingering & oral (fem receiving), edging, begging, mild restraint

18+, interacting minors will be blocked

It all happened when he was in a good mood. And it’s probably best that it did.

You haven’t really been this irritable with Jason before, so neither of you were really expecting the ensuing events. Him, the former portions, and you the ladder.

He didn’t say anything about it when you first came home, moping and grumpy, he’d only greeted you with a kiss like he always does and hugged you tight.

Early on in the evening, you’d grumble about the workload of chores you still have to deal with tonight. Again, he made no comment. Instead, he decided to split the work with you, standing shoulder to shoulder as you wash the dishes and he dries.

You hold a plate up in the air, frustrated when it’s not immediately taken from your hand. You glance over to where Jason is still drying the last bowl you handed him, despite it being—mostly—done. 

“Jason, come on,” you complain, not thrilled with the leisurely pace he’s landed on.

He stops his drying movements, looking at you sideways.

“Sweetheart…try that again?”

His tone is enough to set you back, resetting your attitude. You don’t say anything more, moving along with your movements silently. He accepts the silence for what it is—yielding—and continues drying the dishes alongside you.

It only takes another twenty minutes for another slip up.

He’d sat down on the couch expecting you to curl up against him, like you always do, but this mood of yours wouldn’t even allow for an assumption as safe as that.

“Seriously?” you grumbled at him, unimpressed with the lack of space. It was quiet, but you know he’d heard you. 

“What was that?” 

His tone is a little sterner than it was before, but it’s just as daring of you to answer.

This time, you give him one.

“Can you just fucking move please?”

The look he gives you honestly confuses you at first. There’s the expected rise of the eyebrows, but a small smile plays at his lips too. It’s disbelieving and daring at the same time. 

“Really? You sure about that one, sweetheart?”

Your chin lowers out of habit upon hearing his tone, but you say nothing. 

He tilts his head, smirk growing. “Okay.”

You don’t immediately clock the comment for the promise that it is—in fact, you don’t realize until much later that this was the moment you should’ve known.

Later that night, he’s sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, silently watching you move throughout the room, huffing. You’re looking for something that he’s not even sure you brought home, tearing through the apartment with little patience.

He tilts his head, eyes sympathetic.

“Baby.” 

He coaxes you with that soft, low voice he uses when he’s trying to coerce you. “Come ‘ere.”

You pause your search, shoulders sagging. 

You oblige his request, very much in need of his touch after the day you’ve had. 

You straddle his lap, letting him hold you steady by your waist. You initiate a passionate kiss, hands circling the nape of his neck. He breathes you in deeply, rubbing slow circles against your hips. You start to grind your hips down over him, the resulting friction from where his jeans meets the thin fabric of your shorts being addictive.

He traces a light touch along your waist, kissing you with an unequal intensity.

You pick up your pace, grinding with more intent. You moan into his mouth and he kisses you with more passion.

Just before you’re able to come, he suddenly flips you around so that your back is to his chest. The repositioning momentarily upsets you due to your lost orgasm but the words die off quickly as he begins rubbing at your clit. He kisses your neck as he rubs lucid circles at just the right pace.

His thumb takes over the work as he inserts two fingers in you, pumping slowly. You relax your body against his chest, craning your head to the side so you can kiss his neck. You can feel him hum under your lips, circling your clit faster. 

You’re starting to squirm on his lap as your high approaches, lips parting in desperation. You can just see the horizon of bliss when his ministrations stop suddenly. 

You glance down between your legs, brow furrowed, before looking back up at him.

He doesn’t look perturbed in the least, just as easy-going as ever.

He glances at you, tilting his head. 

“Haven’t been very sweet for me today, have you?”

You frown and turn yourself around on his lap again, sitting over his thigh. You press your hands to his still clothed chest, eyes imploring. You start to move your hips over his but he forces you still like it’s nothing.

Despite your active protesting, he lays an unhurried, sweet kiss to your mouth, breaking away slowly. 

“Good girls get to come,” he whispers against your lips.

You lightly thud your forehead against his, “I’ll be good.”

He hums, pursing his lips. “Not tonight.”

You’re fully whining now, “Jay…”

He nods faux-sympathetically, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You try to grind your hips against his thigh but he does little in the way of letting you move. His grip remains firm on your waist as he watches you struggle. 

He tilts his head, “You want me to rub your clit some more? I will. But I’m gonna stop.” 

The promise rings a scorching heat in your ears but the opportunity can’t be passed up. You know you’re stupid for thinking you can manage to come anyways, but you’re getting desperate.

You nod against him, and he makes a cooing “mhm,” before obliging.

He reaches down again, rubbing languid circles, not fast enough for you to even think about an orgasm.

“Please,” you beg quietly into the crook of his neck.

You feel him nod before picking up his pace. “Okay, baby.” 

You’re too worked up to notice the lilt in his words, how they’re a little more ‘careful what you wish for’ than you would’ve liked. You catch up soon, though.

He starts up again, nuzzling his face against your neck as he works your body, hitting that exact right speed. You moan out, head falling back. You can feel his eyelashes flutter against the column of your throat, cheeks warm. This time you get so close that you think he’s going to let you come.

You hit his chest harder than you should when he stops again. 

He doesn’t seem to care though, moving his hand away without an ounce of remorse.

“Jay—” you groan, forehead thumping against his shoulder.

He’s shaking his head before you can finish your complaint, “Nuh uh, baby. You’re not coming tonight.”

He kisses your cheek, nudging you back so he can see you.

“You’re supposed to take care of me,” you pout. “You said that.”

He hums, brushing your hair back. “I do take care of you. I am. Just not how you want me to, right?”

You borderline glare at him, not at all thrilled that this is the game he’s choosing to play after today. He doesn’t care in the slightest, not really, in spite of how sweet his actions read.

At this point you’re more frustrated and overwhelmed than you’ve been in a while, and you don’t even realize it as tears start to slip out.

Unfortunately for you, even that does little to sway his mercy. His indulgence only comes through with the way he kisses your tears away from your cheeks. His touch remains gentle with you, too gentle, and it’s making you feel like you’re losing your mind.

His hands slip under your shirt to hold you in place, undeterred by your squirming. He pecks a series of kisses all across your face, ignoring your whining.

You push his hands off of you with a huff, pulling yourself off of his lap and onto the couch cushions. You start to frantically rub at your clit yourself, subconsciously knowing that you only have a moment to get away with this. Your success lasts half of that though, before Jason scoops up both of your hands and pins them to your chest, holding you still.

He huffs out a laugh, “No, baby.” 

His tone is almost mockingly sympathetic.

“Jason—!”

He leans over you, basically making out with your neck languidly. The intense affection directed towards the wrong place is maddening and it has you squeezing your eyes shut.

Several more rounds of this go on before you give up, collapsing onto his chest. His hands still keep your wrists pinned against him as you fall asleep, light kisses being pressed to your hairline.

You can’t be completely sure, but you think you dream of a scenario or two where he actually lets you come. Ha. 

When you wake up you’re in your bed, sheets pulled up over you. The sky is glowing an orange-pink hue and the city is still mostly quiet.

As you push yourself to sit up, you notice the bedroom door is open and the sound of sizzling can be heard from the kitchen.

You creep out from under the covers, tip-toeing through the living room. You can be certain he knows you’re there by now but he makes no acknowledgement of your sneaking.

As you approach, he lets you duck under his arms, resituating them around you so you’re comfortable. He kisses the top of your head, not looking away from his work on the skillet.

You rest your cheek on his chest, murmuring, “Jay…”

“Yeah, pretty?”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know, baby.” 

He sets the spatula down, using his now free hand to nudge your chin up to look at him. “You gonna be my good girl?”

You nod submissively, hoping to God that he believes you this time. 

“Yeah?”

You nod harder, and he returns the gesture, mulling it over. 

He wordlessly nudges you backwards to sit at the kitchen table. You watch dumbly as he turns back to the counter, scooping the entire contents of the pan out onto a plate. 

He faces you again, plopping the plate of eggs down in front of you.

“Eat.”

You frown at him, fully ready to start pouting when he cuts you off.

“You haven’t eaten in like twelve hours. Eat, then we’ll talk.”

You don’t want to talk, but you slump your shoulders and take a bite.

He moves to stand behind you, pleased, resting his chin atop your head. 

He caresses your waist as you eat, torturously gentle and kind. 

After a few minutes of silently eating and enduring, you tilt your chin to look up at him, frowning.

“You’re being mean.”

He raises his brows down at you, “I’m the one being mean now?”

You break eye contact, dropping your focus back to the plate of half finished food. 

“I said I’m sorry,” you mumble.

He brushes your hair back from your neck gently, “Yeah, you did.”

He says nothing more so you continue stuffing food into your mouth as quickly as you can without attracting suspicion.

When you’ve scraped the plate clean and can be sure he has nothing left to ask of you, you get up and set the plate in the sink.

You look up at him expectantly, still frowning.

“Jay?”

He looks almost bored as he contemplates, taking in your expression. 

He concedes after a few moments gesturing you towards him. 

“Yeah, come here.”

You’re too fast to have even tried to play it cool, but neither of you would’ve believed it anyways.  

He drops a hand down to the edge of your shorts, about to slip beneath the fabric. You stop his hand before it can go any further, imploring. 

“I want to come.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Yeah? I want my good girl back.”

You nod in yield, happy to give him whatever he wants at this point.

He removes his hand, and lifts you up by your thighs, bringing you up to his height momentarily. He sets you down on the table, laying you back.

“Jason, please—” you beg, trembling for what’s to come.

He nuzzles his nose against your cheek, “Yeah, I’ll make you come, baby. ‘Course I will.”

He pushes you to lay back, pulling your shirt up to your collarbone, and pressing sweet kisses to your chest.

He kneads your left breast in his large palm, kissing your right with a feverish amount of attention.

He switches after a moment, giving some love to the other side of your chest before beginning to work his way down.

He lays kisses down your sternum, leading to your navel. His affection is just as tender as it had been last night and you’re not sure whether to trust it.

You’re not given much time to mull it over before he’s pulling your shorts and underwear down in one go, letting them drop onto the tiles.

He leaves open mouthed kisses on your pussy, sucking gently on your clit periodically.

He wraps one hand around your thigh, keeping your legs open. His other hand rests atop your stomach, mostly idle except for the occasional reassuring brush of his thumb.

His eyelashes flutter as he eats you out, and you only realize now why he hadn’t last night. He’s not much for denying you when he gets you like this—he likes it too much to stop. Especially when you’re begging him so pretty.

You’re not quite sure when he’s taking the time to breathe but you can’t bring yourself to care right now.

Even if you weren’t still so on edge after last night, he’s really good at using his mouth. He works you up quickly, bringing you close after only a couple minutes.

When he can tell you’re there, he nods encouragingly, rubbing your clit with his thumb for the brief moment he breaks away. “Come on sweetheart. You can come.”

Warmth floods your body upon hearing the words, knowing that he wouldn’t lie to you.

You call out a noise that’s half a moan, half a whine. You shake under him, legs stiffening as he continues to work you through the orgasm. 

He kisses your clit once more, humming.

“Oh, there she is. There’s my sweet girl.”

He moves back up your body, pulling you to sit up slowly. He holds you up by your lower back whispering soft praises. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing your neck.

You sigh silently, catching your breath.

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— A BOY WHO’S JACKED AND KIND

jason todd x reader summary: you trick jason into participating in a certain tiktok trend a/n: a little drabble because I’ve been doomscrolling on tiktok and jason is most definitely jacked and kind and I need him desperately

You can tell that Jason is getting more annoyed by the second. He can’t continue reading his book for longer than five minutes at a time before glancing up at you from across the room with a curious frown. You move around the kitchen fixing yourself an iced coffee while absentmindedly scrolling through your phone and occasionally letting out a laugh or smiling.

By the sixth time you let out a snort, Jason decided he’s had enough and shuts his book, flinging it onto the coffee table before walking over to join you in the kitchen. “What’s making you smile that isn’t me, babe?”

“Huh?” You pull your eyes away from your phone to see Jason attempting a casual pose, leaning against the refrigerator, but he’s borderline pouting. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at him and shake your head. “It’s nothing, just some videos.”

“What kind of videos?” he asks quietly, reaching out to start playing with a strand of your hair that’s escaped your claw clip as if by reflex. He’s still frowning slightly and you roll your eyes, deciding to put him out of his misery.

“Just a cute TikTok trend,” you explain, pulling one of the videos up as Jason peers at your phone eagerly. “See, you get your boyfriend to see if he can pick you up and put you on his shoulder. Some of them are really cute, but look, there’s some who can’t hack it.”

Jason nods slowly in revelation, still engrossed in the rest of the video that’s currently playing before he huffs and shakes his head. “How the hell is that guy struggling? Easy work,” he mumbles.

You’re about to tell him that not everyone has that Red Hood strength on their side before a plan starts forming in your head. Suppressing a smirk, you glance up at him and raise your eyebrows. “Oh yeah? You think you could do it better?”

Jason looks at you with a blank expression. “Was that a joke, or…?”

“I know you’re strong,” you say, shrugging as you nonchalantly take a sip of your coffee, turning away to hide your grin as you walk over to the living room. Jason is hot on your heels as expected. “I just don’t think you could do this as easily as you think.”

“Let’s go,” he says, clapping his hands together. You slowly turn around and tilt your head in questioning. “Let’s make the video, c’mon.”

Hook, line and sinker.

“Alright,” you sigh, setting down your coffee to prop your phone up against it. You pull up the app. “If you insist. Do you want your face in it or should we do it facing backwards?”

“I’ll just cover my face with my hand,” he waves you off, rocking on his heels impatiently. “I only need one of ‘em to lift you.”

He says it so matter-of-fact, and the knowledge that he’s not actually trying to boast has your mouth going dry. It doesn’t help that he’s now shucking off his hoodie and wearing a short-sleeve black t-shirt. His biceps flex as he flings the hoodie onto the couch and you resist the urge to forget about the video and pounce on him. Just for a second.

Clearing your throat, you busy yourself with pressing record and turning a timer on to allow you to step back towards Jason.

“Moment of truth,” you say, challenging him with your doubtful expression and he merely smirks. “Try not to pull any muscles.”

Jason snorts and goes to cover his face with one of his hands, the other already seeking out your waist.

“Wait, not yet!” you remove his arm to place it back at his side and he peeks through his other hand to let you see him rolling his eyes. When the timer is done, you allow yourself to grin, unrestrained and count to 3 in your head. “Okay, go.”

Before the audio has even played halfway through, Jason bends down slightly to factor in your height compared to his and his one large hand grips your hip to lift you off the ground. It feels effortless as he settles you on his shoulder, steady as a rock and you yelp, not expecting him to be that quick.

The rest of the video is you squealing as Jason unexpectedly spins you around in a circle, his one hand gripping your thigh as the other still covers his face. “Jay!” you shriek, looping your arms around his neck to steady yourself. The only reason you’re unsteady is because Jason’s shoulders are shaking with silent laughter.

The video stops recording when the audio ends and you tell Jason as much, making him drop the hand covering his face to grin up at you. He raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘I told you so’, before flexing his free arm for dramatic effect.

“See?” he says, rubbing small circles on your thigh with his thumb and talking up at you with all the ease of talking to you as if you were on the ground in front of him. “What did I say? Easy work, babe.”

“Big show off,” you say, wrinkling your nose at him as you begin to slide down his body. You go slowly, considering the man is basically a human skyscraper and he seems to take advantage of the fact, hands shamelessly roaming up your legs and your sides. He hooks your legs over his own waist, making you cling to him like a koala.

“Can I help you?” you ask, squinting at him when he doesn’t say anything, choosing to just stare at your face instead, drinking you in. You break his concentration by leaning in to press a short, sweet kiss onto his lips that he chases when you pull away. “Earth to Jason?”

“Y’know, I’d be more inclined to participate in your stupid TikTok trends if they all end like this,” Jason mutters, running his nose along your jaw and down your neck before nestling his face there. He doesn’t initiate anything, simply wanting to bask in the comfort of your skin.

You grin at the successful ending to your grand plan, disentangling yourself from your boyfriend to jump down, ignoring his groans of protest.

You run to your phone to save the video to your drafts - no one else needs to see how good Jason’s arms look in a tight black tee - and pull up your folder of couple TikToks. “Oh, well, if you’re finally offering,” you start saying, circling Jason’s wrist with your hand and pulling him onto the couch. He sighs, previously sweet smile being replaced by something skeptical. “I have a whole bunch of ideas.”

“This feels like a set-up.”

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Dear God Get Out

jason todd x reader

aka not a moment of privacy

warnings: mild sexual activities, more people than jason would ever want in your apartment during those times

The second Jason’s through the door his arms are out, seeking to pull you into him. You let him engulf you in his arms without thought, this being the first time you’ve seen him all day.

“Missed you,” He mumbles into your shoulder.

You hum and rake your fingers through his hair. “I know. Missed you too.”

He pulls back to look at you and holds your neck gingerly in his hands. “You’re good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You nod and kiss his collarbone softly, wrapping your hands around his forearms. He gives your forehead a kiss and walks you backwards to the couch, leaning down over you until you have to sit.

He follows you down and kisses your lips and guides you backwards to lay. He drapes himself over you, inserting himself between your legs. He refocuses his attention to your neck, and sucks at a very particular spot below your jaw that you know he targeted on purpose.

“Okay, that’s not fair.” You breathe out, halfway to a sigh.

“No? How ‘bout this?”

He nips at you, startling you to a near moan. Your reaction only encourages him, as he holds your jaw and tilts your head to the side for more access.

He slips his hand under your shirt, grazing the skin underneath. He leaves open kisses all across your collarbone, trailing them down your stomach once he has your top off and strewn half away across the room.

You stop him, pulling him back up to you for a kiss. He furrows his brows at first, only understanding when you start to pry at his shirt too. He removes it for you, tossing it with startling accuracy right by yours.

He resumes kissing down your body, hands trailing down your sides along with him. He peppers kisses on your thighs and hooks his fingers into the seam of your underwear, readying to remove them.

It’s almost astonishing how silently he'd managed to open the window only to stumble and flail his way to the floor.

The sudden clatter scares the hell out of both you and Jason, who jumps to a stand immediately.

“Tim!”

“Evening. D’you guys still have any—oh.” Tim finally regains his coordination and stands up to see you sprawled out on the couch, bra and underwear your only cover.

His eyes go to the floor real quick and Jason lets out an exasperated sigh, looking around for something nearby to cover you up with.

“—you know, wait up means wait up!”

Oh good, Dick’s here too.

You sit up quickly and try to cover yourself with your arms, though there’s not much of a difference you can really make.

Dick ducks in from the fire escape and lands significantly more gracefully than his counterpart had.

It takes him no time at all to assess the room and see you, knees to chest on the couch, trying very hard to appear as though you’re not half naked. Takes him even less time to see Jason, standing in front of you, fuming.

“Oh. Oops…”

Jason chucks the tv remote at Dick and uses the distraction to pull you up from the couch, pushing you behind him. His massive frame is more than enough to cover what his brothers have no business seeing.

“Get the fuck—”

And just for good measure, Damian jumps down next and crouches in the window.

“Jesus Christ,” your boyfriend mutters, hands covering his face in exasperation.

Damian takes one glance at the room and grimaces—Tim’s eyes are glued to the floor, Dick’s acting as though there’s something very interesting on the ceiling, and Jason’s shirtless. He can’t quite see you behind Jason, though he doesn’t need to in order to guess what he’d just walked in on.

“Ugh, seriously Todd? That’s disgusting.”

You let your forehead hit Jason’s back, thoroughly embarrassed. He reaches back to caress your waist, and you know somewhere in that action there’s a reassurance that he’s going to get them out as soon as humanly possible.

“Yeah, seriously. This is our apartment, demon brat. Get out.”

“Maybe we should come back later…” Dick suggests, a bit more awkward than in his usual character.

Jason glares up at the heavens. “Or never.”

“At least keep it in the bedroom, you animals.” Damian chastises.

Jason suddenly wishes he hadn’t thrown the remote so soon. “Our apartment.”

He looks back at you without moving the shield of his body, eyes apologetic. You meet gaze and turn your head to rest your cheek on him instead, your own hidden meaning of reassurance. It’s fine.

You can’t see them but you hear a shuffle and hope to god it’s not another vigilante.

You place a hand on Jason’s lower back and peer around his shoulder, seeing Tim turned back around towards the window and trying desperately to get Damian to move out of the way—Damian, seemingly having no regard for Tim’s urgency.

You’re not quite sure if it’s over discomfort or embarrassment in seeing you so undressed, or if it’s because his self-preservation kicked in when he saw the look on Jason’s face. Maybe both. Probably both.

Both.

“Will you stop?” Damian slaps his hand away. “We came here for a reason.”

He looks past Tim at you, “Do you have—”

“No.” Jason cuts in, growing visibly more agitated.

Damian’s face contorts as he looks back up to Jason, “What is your—”

Now Dick cuts in, “Okay, that’s fine, we’ll just ask the old man.”

“Great.”

Dick pauses. “On the couch though, Jaybird?”

Jason takes a deep breath.

“Alright, ten seconds, then I get the gun taped under the table.”

That’s warning enough for Damian—he’s called that bluff once before and learned the hard way.

Tim doesn’t even take a second glance before hauling it out of your apartment, his cape getting caught on the window frame briefly before he scrambles away.

Dick calls out an apology to you before trailing out the window after him.

Jason lets out a heavy exhale and turns to you, hands gliding naturally to your waist.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “Don’t need to be.”

He gives a low hum and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him as he crashes down onto the sofa.

“Should I feel bad about almost railing you into the couch?”

“I wouldn’t waste any tears over it. Not like it would’ve been the first time we did it.”

He laughs and tugs you further into his chest. You curl into him and close your eyes, thinking.

“Jay?”

“Hm?”

“How did Tim survive as Robin?”

“I’ve been asking that question for years.”

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Banished

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason misses his girlfriend

warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)

Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.

Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes while Tim has sat atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.

Damian trudges into the room, past them and onto the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.

He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”

Jason just grunts.

He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.

But it’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He secretly wouldn’t really mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stayed behind. A lose-lose for Jason.

“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out,” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.

Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”

Jason keeps his head down as he blindly reaches for the spoon in his cereal and chucks it at Tim’s head.

Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s gotta work,” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.

Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”

“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think,” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.

Damian pauses.

“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.

“Watch your mouth,” Jason mumbles.

“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.

Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”

It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.

Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.

He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.

Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.

He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.

And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.

And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.

Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.

But you could.

Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.

He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.

He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.

And he watches Jason.

As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.

He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.

He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.

The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON: The Red Dragon and the Gold (2024) inspiration @franzkafkagf

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﹙𝓙 ﹚𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ! 𝐀emond and Aegon | Modern AU.

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♡ ◟𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You are a rock star. You, Aegon and Aemond are part of a band, and Aemond discovers that you are having sex with Aegon too, and he wants exclusivity. Part 2.

♡ ◟𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 18+, airplane sex, dirty talk, fingering, threesome, double penetration, oral sex (m f receiving), description of a panic attack.

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English is not my first language, sorry.

Sitting on that fluffy couch, she wasn't paying attention to anything her manager, Corlys Velaryon, was saying. It was something about legal contracts or tour schedules; it wasn't really something she cared about at the moment. Her mind was elsewhere. Or rather, on someone else. Discreetly, with a lowered gaze, she captured the silhouette's outline on the other side of the room: the pointed nose and square jaw in profile, the light hair pinned back with black clips behind the ear. Aegon was paying close attention to what Corlys was saying with his violet eyes. Standing in the right corner of the room was Aemond. His straight fringe covered part of his face, his bare shoulders, and his exposed collarbone. There in that room, their silhouettes formed a triangle, each one in a corner; it was almost ironic, considering the situation she had put herself in. The previous week, Aegon had witnessed something extremely uncomfortable, not only for him but also for her and Aemond. Since then, none of the three had exchanged a single word with each other, and she feared they wouldn't for some time.

─ Y/N? ─ Corlys's deep voice pulled her out of her reverie, making her look up at him, his eyebrows raised, as if waiting for the answer to something, something she had no idea what it was.

─ Hm? ─ The man sighed, placing two fingers on the bridge of his nose, pressing the cartilage, and fixing his dark eyes on her again.

─ What is going on with you three? Do I have to dictate everything as if you were children? ─ She opened her lips slightly; it seemed like there were miles of distance between one and another, and the fact that they hadn't exchanged a word since they arrived made everything too obvious.

─ Sorry, we just had a busy week. ─ She replied, her eyes traveling from Aegon to Aemond, noticing how stern they were acting, not looking back at her, nor did they want to.

─ Whatever. You all get on that plane at 10pm. There's a crowd of fans in Highgarden, and I don't want you to miss the interview, understood? ─ The three of them just murmured, and with that, Corlys nodded, adjusting the white suit on his body, and then leaving the room. The door closed and the torturous silence collided with her noisy thoughts.

─ Ah-... ─ As soon as she opened her mouth and any sound came out of her lips, Aemond left. He didn't wait, didn't look at her, didn't murmur, he simply peeled his back off the wall and walked to the exit. A frustrated sigh left her throat, and before Aegon had the chance to do the same, she quickly got up from the couch, grabbing his wrist until his violet eyes were fixed on her face.

─ Aegon, please. How long are we going to keep up this silent treatment? ─ Her eyebrows curved into a sad expression, she wasn't pretending, she was genuinely upset about what had happened. In just one night, she lost the two lovers for whom she had had feelings for a long time; everything seemed to have gone down the drain in her love life, but she was willing to fight for it.

─ Silent treatment? Fuck, Y/N... Do you really want me to say something?

─ Please, Aeg... Just talk to me, even if it's to curse me out, or to say you're mad at me... Just don't ignore me, please. ─ Her fingers slowly released his wrist, she didn't let him go all at once, afraid he would leave if she did.

─ I'm not mad at you, I'm disappointed. Fuck, you were screwing Aemond... while we were- ─ He paused, because whatever he was going to say, he knew it wasn't true. ─ While we were having a thing.

─ I know, and I'm so sorry. Aegon, I couldn't help it, okay? You don't understand, I fell in love with you and with him. I didn't want you to find out that way, and I'm so sorry for that.

─ Were you even going to tell me? Or him? ─ A look of regret covered her entire face, and the guilt was evident in the way she looked at him.

─ He already knew... But wait! Aegon! He found out, I didn't tell him... But I was going to, I swear, I was just waiting...

─ Waiting for what?" He cut her off. "Waiting for one of us to ask you to be their girlfriend? And then you'd have to choose between one or the other? I never thought I’d say this, Y/N, outside of our dirty context, but... You really are a whore.

─ Aegon...

─ Don't talk to me, don't even look at me, understood? We'll do the shows, the interviews, and everything that's professionally necessary, because I'm not giving up on my dream because of you, but... personally, I don't want to even look at you anymore. You're dead to me. ─ His harsh words whipped her chest, she had never felt as miserable as she did now, and the worst part was knowing he was right. If she could, she would bury herself in the nearest hole and never seek the light again, she wanted to throw something or throw herself off something to avoid dealing with the consequences of the most passionately thoughtless acts she had ever committed.

There they were, the three of them, in front of the private jet that would take them to Highgarden. The only reason she didn't ask for a ticket on a commercial flight was because Corlys would also be there, with his grandson and "apprentice," Lucerys; and then she could play puzzles or cards with him to distract herself from the presence of Aemond and Aegon in the same place. But regret fell upon her as the pilot's voice echoed. "Corlys had an emergency, he'll meet us in Highgarden." Her face nearly fell to the floor, her knees went weak, and looking at the emergency exit behind her, she thought it was a good idea to open it and jump out, without a parachute. She shrank into the seat, gripping her phone tightly, sliding her fingers over any social network, liking posts that were merely interesting to mask her nervousness and disappointment, but not even Helaena's nonsensical and funny stories were able to calm her heartbeat.

Her entire body froze, from the hairs on the back of her neck to her little toe, she felt intense chills. She remembered the feeling perfectly; it wasn't common for her, but the last time she felt like this was when her father spent hours yelling and reaffirming how useless she was and that she would never be anything. Panic attack. Her chest tightened, the air seemed to refuse to move through her body, she felt the perfect moment when she tensed up in the seat and her senses became disabled, she couldn't move, and yet, her hands were trembling. There was a loud noise echoing in her ears when the phone fell to the floor, it sounded as invasive as the airplane's turbines, her vision blurred and she wasn't sure if it was because of the desperate tears that started to fall or because she was about to faint, and when she realized, she was hyperventilating, trembling, and crying. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, and although she was aware of her surroundings, it was as if her soul had abandoned her body because it wasn't obeying her. It was horrible, the noise of the turbines, and the agitation of the plane reaching a certain altitude made everything worse, she felt like she was going to die right there, sitting in the seat of a private jet, it would be tragic and dramatic.

Her chest was rising and falling as fast as the plane was flying, her breathing was as loud as the sound of her own crying, and she couldn't even distinguish if she was just crying or if she was making a scene; she was completely out of herself.

─ Y/N? Y/N! ─ She heard that voice, she felt warm fingers squeezing her knees, she saw a shadow of someone in a blur, but nothing was clear at that moment.

─ Shit, she's having a panic attack...─ Aegon said, his violet eyes meeting his brother's. It was impossible to tell which of the two was more worried. Aemond quickly walked over to him, gently pushing him aside and placing his hands on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away her tears in an attempt to clear her vision.

─ Hey, hey... Look at me, look at me... I'm here with you... ─ Her eyes moved to the side, seeing Aemond's face more clearly, but his voice was still a distant sound. ─ Fuck, Aegon, go get a glass of water, don't just stand there like an idiot! ─ With clenched teeth, Aegon quickly got up, walked to the small fridge on the plane, and grabbed one of the water bottles. He opened it and patiently tried to bring it to her lips.

─ Let me do that. ─ Aemond contested, trying to take the bottle with one hand.

─ No! I got the water, I'm going to give it to her. ─ The older Targaryen growled, moving the bottle to the side, out of Aemond's reach.

─ Give me the bottle, Aegon, and let me take care of her properly.

─ I was the one who bothered to check on her in the first place. Go back to your seat and your shitty little world while I take care of her. ─ Aemond was about to retort, but he felt her body go limp under his fingers, which gave him just enough time to grab her shoulders before her body slumped forward.

─ Please... ─ She murmured, between tears and heavy breaths. Aemond sat down next to her, gently pulling her back to rest against his chest. He placed one hand on her forehead and wrapped the other around her waist to keep her in place. With a softer look at Aegon, he nodded, indicating that the older brother could give her the water.

─ Hey, everything will be fine... Drink a little of this... That's it, that's right... Slowly, careful not to choke... ─ Aegon guided the bottle to her lips, making her sip the liquid gently. ─ Good girl, breathe, okay? Everything will be fine...

The two brothers stayed there for minutes until she finally closed her eyes and fell asleep, her head resting on Aemond's chest, but her fingers intertwined with Aegon's.

Gently, she stirred in the seat. Aemond clearly felt the moment she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, holding her firmly yet gently by the shoulders, helping her get settled. Aegon's fingers immediately pulled both her hands towards him, and the brothers' four eyes were fixed on her face, both worried, checking her mental and physical state.

─ I'm okay... ─ She whispered, hearing Aegon's immediate sigh of relief. He picked up the water bottle next to him, still half full, and handed it to her. With her fingers still slightly trembling, she drank the remaining liquid and handed the empty bottle back to Aegon.

─ Do you want to eat something? Something sweet? ─ Aemond's voice echoed, but she shook her head in denial, pressing her fingers to her temple.

─ Are you feeling better? Can you breathe? Is everything alright? ─ Aegon bombarded her with questions and didn't wait for an answer. He pulled her from Aemond's arms, wrapping his own around her delicate figure, and hugged her tenderly, his nose brushing the top of her head, leaving a few kisses there. ─ I was worried about you. ─ He whispered, forgetting for a moment that Aemond was still there. He only realized his younger brother's presence when Aemond's possessive hands pulled her to him, almost brutally taking her from Aegon's embrace. Aemond held her against his chest, keeping her there and staring intently at his brother.

─ I was worried about you. Are you sure you're okay? ─ Aegon rolled his eyes, sliding his fingers to one of her thighs to give a reassuring squeeze and show his affection, but Aemond pushed him away, trying to keep him from her.

─ What the fuck is your problem, Aemond?! ─ He stood up, trying to look tough or something, but they both knew Aemond was the more intimidating of the two. She, of course, realized at that very moment what was happening, she was already conscious and recovered enough to understand what was going on there. And before it turned into a real fight, she pulled away from Aemond's body, pointing a finger from each hand at them.

─ Okay, okay... That's enough. I'm fine, you don't need to worry anymore. I appreciate you both taking care of me. ─ Her eyes moved back and forth, capturing their images, their faces, and their reactions.

─ I'm sorry, kitten, I didn't mean to make you nervous. ─ Aegon replied, gently touching her wrist. He left a kiss on her palm, a light smile on his lips.

─ Oh, fuck off, Aegon... And what about that talk of her being dead to you? Stop being such a hypocrite. ─ Aemond stood up, towering over Aegon, pulling her arm from his hand.

─ You listened to our conversation? Fuck you! ─ Aegon pushed Aemond's shoulders back, and she felt compelled to stand up, placing herself between them.

─ Hey, hey, hey... What did I say? That's enough! ─ Her palms pressed against each of their chests, keeping them apart. Aegon's eyes turned to her, and with one hand, he slid his fingers along her cheek, hearing Aemond growl in response. But knowing she was keeping them apart, he decided to be bolder and provoke his brother, this time, for real. In a swift move, his lips captured hers in a gentle kiss. It was calm, sweet, almost innocent, an act she didn't expect, catching her so off guard she couldn't even react against it. Aegon's eyes opened while his lips were still on hers, and he stared at Aemond, as if challenging him to do better.

With an angry sigh, one of Aemond's hands grabbed her chin, pulling her from Aegon's kiss and bringing her towards himself. He kissed her too, but not like Aegon. Aemond's lips parted, and as he left a light bite on her lower lip, his tongue slipped into her mouth, kissing her deeply. The sight of Aemond devouring her lips infuriated Aegon as much as it aroused him. His fingers grabbed Aemond's shirt collar, pushing him back, but before he could kiss her again, she herself pushed them both away.

─ What are you two doing? Stop it, I'm not a toy! ─ Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes trying to understand their expressions.

─ Now you know how we feel. ─ Aemond replied. Her chest tightened again, her expression softened but also became sad.

─ That's not fair... ─ She murmured. Aegon's fingers slid to her neck, pulling her closer, his lips brushing her temple, but his eyes were fixed on Aemond.

─ See, love? He can't treat you right, not like I can... ─ Aegon spread kisses along her skin until he reached her neck. Both Aegon and Aemond knew that was her weak spot; they both knew every part of her body, every spot that made her sigh when touched, every point that got her wet, every stimulus that made her cum faster or more intensely, and that gave them a certain advantage. Her eyes closed, and she placed both hands on Aegon's chest, trying to push him away.

─ Aegon... Stop... ─ But her voice was more a whisper than a concrete word. However, Aegon didn't stop, not when she asked at least. Aemond brutally pulled her to him, making her eyes widen and a gasp escape her throat. His fingers wrapped around her ass, and with a firm squeeze, he brought her closer to himself.

─ She told you to stop... ─ He began. She was about to say something, about to protest, but Aemond raised one hand and slid two fingers into her mouth. ─ Shh, shut up. Let's see if you ask me to stop like you did with him. ─ He didn't even look at Aegon's furious and jealous expression. Aemond's lips met her neck, and he began to suck her skin with pleasure. The hand that was on her mouth moved down her chest, finding one of her breasts and squeezing it firmly. A low moan escaped her lips, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ask him to stop.

─ Aemond... Fuck... ─ She murmured. Her eyes opened, and almost instinctively she looked at Aegon, trying to see some disapproval on his face that would give her more strength to ask Aemond to stop. But what she saw on Aegon's face wasn't anger, jealousy, or disappointment—it was lust. His moist tongue slid gently across his lips, his eyes fixed on her neck where Aemond's mouth was sucking her skin, marking her deliciously. Aegon's expression was the push she needed to want to continue.

─ Did you say something about fuck? ─ Aemond's husky voice whispered against her neck. His mouth moved up, wetting her face with his tongue until it reached her lips again. He kissed her intensely, pleasurably. His fingers pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her top, then his index finger slid to the edge of the neckline and pulled the fabric down, making her breast pop out, bare. His thumb rubbed the nipple gently, hearing her moan softly during the kiss.

Another hand, which did not belong to Aemond, because the hand of his that wasn't playing with her nipple was squeezing her ass. It touched her shoulder with some firmness, sliding to the back of her neck, fingers entwining her hair there, gripping with some force. Her eyes opened, and she saw Aegon salivating in front of her. His clever tongue descended to her nipple, and he took it into his mouth intensely, trapping it between his teeth before starting to suck. The kiss ceased because Aemond felt Aegon's saliva wet his own finger when he began to suck her nipple. There was a silent exchange of glances among the three, where Aegon's lips did not leave her breast, only sucked it more intensely. It echoed in her mind, curious to know what they were thinking. However, these thoughts were silenced when she felt Aemond's fingers invade her panties. A surprised moan left her lips, and she was almost sure she saw a smile at the corner of Aemond's lips while he still looked at Aegon. The older one's eyes closed, and he began to suck her breast more intensely, circling the nipple with his tongue while his teeth gently bit the sensitive skin. Aemond's fingers plunged into her panties, parting her wet folds before rubbing her clit with his index finger, feeling her squirm under his touch, which made him sigh with satisfaction and maintain the circular movements in that area. One of her hands wrapped around Aegon's neck, and the other around Aemond's, gently caressing the skin of both while they gave her pleasure. She bit her lower lip hard, holding back some soft moans that were eager to escape.

─ She’s so wet, Aegon... You should see... ─ The sound of the words made her look at Aemond with some surprise, a surprise that increased even more when Aegon's fingers also slid into her panties, bumping into Aemond's fingers, fighting for space on her clit. His lips left her swollen nipple, trails of saliva covering the now red skin and also his lips, which smiled maliciously at her.

─ Damn... She is really wet... Did she get this way thinking about me or you? ─ He teased, gently squeezing her clit with two fingers, making her moan more intensely. Her eyes didn't know which one to look at, nor did she know what to do or say.

─ Believe me, brother, you don't want to know. ─ Aemond let out a laugh. His other hand moved from her ass to her neck, and with a firm grip, he pushed her down onto the seat, making her sit there while still looking at the two of them. ─ Keep your legs open. ─ He ordered, and she nodded, not moving a muscle to close the space between her legs. His firm hands gripped her hips, pulling her panties down, making them slide quickly down her smooth legs. Meanwhile, Aegon's hands pulled down her top, exposing her other breast as well, and when finished, he lifted her skirt up to her waist, leaving her perfectly exposed for them.

─ She’s so beautiful... It’s a pity she’s such a slut... ─ Aegon murmured, his index finger sliding around her pussy, not touching it directly. A sound of disapproval left her lips, and then Aemond responded with a chuckle.

─ No need to torture her, Aegon... She needs to relax. ─ Aemond's fingers ran through her wet folds again, and slowly he inserted one of his fingers into her warm cunt. A soft moan left her lips in response, her back arching in the seat. Aegon liked what he saw, because right after, he also slid one of his fingers inside her. The two began to thrust their fingers inside her, each curling his finger to one side, going deeper inside her. With his free hand, Aegon rubbed her clit slowly.

─ Damn, she looks so hot moaning like that... ─ Aegon murmured. He moved closer to her, starting to rub his painful erection against her knee, a pleasurable sigh leaving his lips. Aemond glanced sideways at him with a smirk, his other hand pulling her wrist until he placed her hand on the bulge in Aegon's pants.

─ You know what to do, slut. ─ Aemond said through clenched teeth with desire, inserting a second finger inside her, hearing her moan louder because of it. Aegon smiled in response, satisfied with the exchange of pleasure they were making. His finger brushed against Aemond's, slowly thrusting inside her, making her even more aroused.

─ Aemond... Aegon... Please... ─ She moaned, and the response she got was a harsh slap on the face from Aemond. She felt Aegon's finger go deeper after that, as a positive effect of his brother's action.

─ You’re so disobedient... ─ Aemond growled, starting to move his fingers faster inside her. She got the message immediately, and her trembling fingers opened the buttons and zipper on Aegon's pants, pulling the fabric down along with his boxers, until his cock was freed from the prison of cloth. His hard length sprang out, large, thick, the pink tip slightly moist with his pre-cum, veins bulging along every inch of it, begging for attention. A soft moan left his lips, and almost instinctively, he braced one of his knees on the seat next to her, leaving his cock at the perfect height for her lips, but in a way that he could still reach her clit and continue to stimulate her pleasure.

Her mouth opened, and her tongue touched the tip of his cock, shivering with pleasure when the sweet taste of his pre-cum hit her. She moved the tip of her tongue in circular motions around his cockhead, sucking just that area. Aegon's eyes closed, and he bit his lower lip, taking his finger out of her to focus solely on her swollen clit. Aemond watched the scene with pleasure; it was stimulating and hot to watch his girl giving pleasure to his brother. He didn't feel jealousy or disgust as he thought he might; he was aroused, partly because of Aegon too. Her other hand made its way to the buttons on Aemond's pants. She could give him a handjob, alternating between sucking him and Aegon. Her eyes were closed as she took every inch of Aegon into her mouth, her throat tightening around his tip, making her gag softly. A louder moan came from Aegon in response, and he slowly began to move his hips to thrust into her mouth. Aemond's cock was freed too, just as hard as Aegon's. There were as many similarities between them as there were differences in their cocks. Aegon's was straighter, while Aemond's had a slight curve, which helped hit her g-spot more easily, but both were large and thick. Just as she was about to grasp Aemond's cock, she felt his hips move, and with one thrust, he entered her. Her eyes opened immediately, and she moaned against Aegon's cock, choking slightly in surprise. Aegon's eyes also opened, a malicious smile forming on his lips as he saw Aemond positioned between her legs, completely buried inside her pussy.

─ I’m the oldest; I should’ve been first. ─ Aegon's hoarse and sensual voice echoed, his hips still moving back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth.

─ I think you're a bit busy. ─ Aemond responded, a soft moan leaving his lips with the first firm thrust. Aegon's fingers moved more intensely over her clit, making her writhe beneath them due to the amount of stimulation she was receiving. Her fingers dug into Aegon's hips, her eyes trying to shift between the faces of the two, though it was becoming increasingly difficult.

─ I think you had her suck me on purpose. ─ Aegon replied, bringing his free hand to her head, holding it still as he went all the way into her mouth, watching her eyes close tightly and tear up.

─ Maybe... ─ Was Aemond's only response before his hips also started to move, slowly thrusting inside her. Her walls squeezed him pleasurably, only increasing the strength of his thrusts.

Aegon withdrew from inside her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath. He watched for a while as she moaned while Aemond fucked her. His fingers squeezed her breasts and her hips at the same time, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts inside her. The sound of his thrusts was already audible, and it was incredibly exciting for Aegon how her pussy swallowed Aemond's cock with each thrust. His fingers began to move faster on her clit, and her body's reactions were perfect. She moaned and writhed, her nails digging into Aegon's skin, her eyes teary, cheeks wet with tears, and lips parted. It was the most perfect sight Aegon had ever seen, and he wanted more. Aemond seemed to read Aegon's thoughts before he had a chance to say anything, his fingers slipped to the inside of her thigh, and he slowly withdrew from inside her.

─ Go ahead... ─ He nodded to Aegon. There was a moment of hesitation in the older one. He wasn't going to get into the debate about who had been fucking her longer and therefore had the right to fuck her without questioning anything, so he hesitated almost as if he were waiting for a clearer permission. Aemond rolled his eye at the delay. ─ Alright, if you're not going to, I-

─ No, no... ─ Aegon placed his hand on Aemond's chest, pushing him gently to the side and positioning himself between her legs, his fingers gripping the base of his cock, making the tip slide along her lower lips, soaking up with her natural lubrication. The tip of his cock gently tapped her clit, and then he slowly pushed himself inside her. Her fingers gripped the edges of the seat, and a loud moan escaped her lips; the gentle turbulence of the plane seemed to make his cock tremble inside her, and that added to the pleasure, it was incredible.

Aemond got on his knees on the seat next to them, pulling her hair strands, wrapping them around his wrist until he could hold her head firmly through her hair, he pulled slowly until her mouth was also fitted around his cock. She closed her eyes, sighing against his extension, feeling how the sweet taste of her juices was noticeable on his cock. Her mouth moved gently, as slow as Aegon's thrusts. Unlike Aemond, who always liked to act more roughly in sex, and fuck her with quick and strong thrusts, Aegon preferred something slower; he had more pleasure when he went deep inside her and felt that sweet spot that made her pussy squeeze his cock, and then slowly come out, repeating the process until she came. And she loved both ways. The tip of Aemond's cock rubbed against her inner cheeks; she slowly took him down her throat before pulling back and sucking only the cockhead. Her hand left the grip on the seat, and she massaged his balls, her eyes fixed on how he cursed softly, and some moans escaped his throat; he didn't even bother to move his hips, he let her do the work.

Aegon's moans came out in pleasurable sequences; his thumb rubbed her clit, watching with pleasure as the lower part of her body trembled, he saw her toes curling over the slippers, and her abdomen contracting. He thrust slowly, taking pleasure in every second of it, his moans mixing with Aemond's, to whom he looked whenever he could; his analytical violet eyes paid attention to how her mouth moved over his cock, she was giving equal attention to both, that felt good in a way. Her moans intensified, and she withdrew Aemond's extension from her throat, fixing her eyes on Aegon.

─ I'm almost... Aeg, I'm going to... ─ She bit her lower lip, throwing her head back, her chest weighed down, making her breathing heavier, announcing her impending orgasm. Aegon's fingers began to pay more attention to her clit, moving with intensity over her pearl.

─ Come, love...

─ Come, love... ─ The voices of both echoed. Aegon and Aemond, spoke the same thing at the same time. And that was so incredibly exciting for her, that she came at that exact moment.

Her back arched and her whole body contorted over the armchair, her inner walls squeezed around Aegon's cock, a louder moan escaped her lips, while her legs trembled, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her orgasm was incredibly exciting for the three of them, Aegon's fingers circled her clit for a few more seconds before stopping, but he continued to caress her pussy, running his fingers where the folds engulfed him. He removed his cock from inside her, and leaned down gently, running his tongue over her pussy, sucking every part of it with gentleness. His eyes lifted to Aemond, a mischievous smile contouring his lips wet with her juice.

─ I made her cum. ─ He boasted, seeing her groan in disapproval at what he said, and Aemond rolled his eyes.

─ It's easy to say when you were fucking her. ─ Aegon shrugged, of course they didn't understand enough about female pleasure to know that it was a series of things that led her to orgasm, but she wasn't going to get into the subject. Her back straightened, and she was ready to say something, but the way Aegon sucked her clit prevented her from speaking, making her moan.

─ I don't know if that's really the factor... ─ Aegon mocked, releasing the words as his tongue danced on her pussy.

─ No? Let's fuck her at the same time then. ─ She almost choked on her moans when she heard Aemond's audacity.

─ She's going to cum because I'll be inside her.

─ Or she won't cum. Are you afraid of not giving her a second orgasm? ─ With the cessation of his words, they both looked at her, as if expecting confirmation. Aegon stood up, next to Aemond, waiting.

She swallowed dryly, her thoughts focused on what they had said, they wanted to fuck her at the same time? Both of them? Her eyes dropped to their cocks, side by side, as if she were trying to remember their size. They were still hard there, with the tips pointing towards her, smiling in her direction.

─ No fucking way. Absolutely not. ─ Was the initial response; she even closed her legs, adjusting herself with her back against the armchair. They both rolled their eyes.

─ Come on, princess... Didn't you want to be with both of us? This is the chance. ─ Aegon said.

─ Not at the same time... Together... I still need to walk today. ─ She shook her head in denial; Aemond's fingers reached her face, and he gently passed his thumb over her chin.

─ Come on, love... Be a good girl, we know you can... And we know you'll love it, like the little slut you are. If you don't like it, we'll stop. ─ His fingers caressed her so nicely, and his voice was so sensually smooth that she couldn't say no. She nodded. Because deep down, she knew she wanted to.

She got up, walking with them to the couch; she wasn't sure exactly how to do this, she had never even seen porn about it, but she was almost certain that Aemond and Aegon knew exactly what they were doing.

─ I'll stay below. ─ Aegon said, and Aemond just nodded. Aegon lay with his back against the couch, he got comfortable on the cushions, and then, with two fingers, he signaled for her to come. Aemond guided her in how she should sit on Aegon, slowly making his cock slide inside her. Aemond's hands grabbed her hips, pulling her gently back, tilting her ass towards him. When she was well positioned, Aemond put the tip of his cock at her entrance.

─ If you don't want to anymore, just say it, and I'll stop immediately. ─ She nodded, closing her eyes. Her whole body shivered as he began to slide into her; she was lubricated and his cock was still wet, so it was easier.

Aegon moaned softly in response, feeling Aemond's cock rubbing against his when he penetrated her; it was such a good feeling, strangely exciting. Aemond slid slowly until he was completely inside her; his hips remained still, letting her get used to both of them inside her at the same time, but the way the plane trembled already made them move inside her.

─ Are you okay? ─ Aemond questioned; his fingers caressed her hips, trying to provide some comfort if she was uncomfortable. But the response was a thirsty moan.

─ Fuck... Yes! This is so fucking good! ─ She moaned. A mischievous smile appeared on Aegon's lips, and he looked at Aemond as if to say, "Our girl really is a slut." A satisfied sigh left Aemond's lips, and then he began to move.

Her fingers left gentle scratches on Aegon's chest, while Aemond thrust into her with strength, sliding in and out with a certain firmness and skill. Aegon didn't even need to move; Aemond's cock "dragged" his deeper into her when he moved. Their cocks rubbed against each other, which was incredibly exciting. Not only was she moaning, but so were they. The sensation of her trying to squeeze around them, their cocks rubbing together, and being inside her together was more than enough to provoke their dirtiest and most pleasurable moans. Her breasts bounced with Aemond's firm thrusts, and Aegon massaged them with both hands, pinching and squeezing them. Aegon felt privileged in that position because she was looking at him while moaning, but he would never say anything about it to Aemond.

Aemond's palm left hard slaps on her ass, squeezing harder each time he delivered a slap. Her asscheeks were already red because of it, and she felt weak again. Her clit was rubbing against Aegon's skin because of her position, and that was the sacred stimulus she needed; she was almost coming again. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her nails dug into Aegon's chest, making him moan louder.

─ I'm... I'm going to come again!... Fuck... Aemond, Aegon!... Yes! ─ She moaned louder. She was in heaven - literally. Her eyes glanced at the small window beside her, seeing the fluffy clouds, and the irony of the situation made her believe she was really in paradise. And with a louder moan, which she feared even the pilot had heard, she collapsed on top of them, her body experiencing deep spasms before her juices spread over Aegon's stomach, making his skin wet, as well as the cushion beneath them and their legs. But she didn't care, she was coming intensely and wanted to enjoy more of it.

─ Fuck... That's right, love, come for us... Come on our cocks... ─ Aegon sighed. He himself was so close to orgasm that it was painful. As her body spasmed over his, Aegon fixed his eyes on Aemond. His lips were parted as he moaned, his cheeks lightly flushed, and his breathing heavy. He didn't even know when Aemond had removed his eye patch, giving him a perfect view of his false eye. Aegon never thought he would feel aroused seeing his own brother like that, but he did. He nodded at Aemond, who immediately understood the signal.

Aemond pulled out of her, grabbing her hair as she still trembled over Aegon. He positioned her on her knees on the floor in front of him, still holding her thick strands. Aegon stood in front of her, next to Aemond. Their hands grabbed their cocks, squeezing their thick lengths. They stroked themselves quickly until their orgasms arrived. Their abdomens contracted, Aemond tightened his grip on her hair, and with loud moans, they came. The streams of cum hit her face precisely, Aemond's landing closer to her lips, droplets falling into her mouth and filling her tongue with his seed, some landing on her chin and around her lips. Aegon's cum splattered on her cheek and nose, running down her jaw, painting her beautiful face white. She couldn't tell which of the two had the most cum, as it felt like their seed was pouring out infinitely. But she waited with her mouth open until the last drop from each of them. She swallowed Aemond's cum that had fallen into her mouth and licked her lips to clean the rest. Her lips closed around his cockhead, sucking off the remaining cum until it was clean. Then she did the same with Aegon. She watched them collapse onto the couch, panting, Aegon with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and Aemond with his head back, matching his brother's quick breaths. Their semi-hard cocks still glistened with a mix of saliva and cum. It was a divine sight.

She ran her fingers over her face, collecting every drop of their seed that was there, and brought it to her lips. Thanks to the good diet of the two, the taste was slightly sweet and smooth. She took a deep breath and crawled over to the sofa, sitting there between them. Immediately, each of them placed a hand on her thighs, which made her smile. She forgot about the sex as she looked at them from that angle and just focused on how much she was in love. She knew it was strange to say "I love you" right after sex, but she almost said it. There was a sparkle in her eyes that one only sees in poets or madmen.

─ I'm sorry for saying those things to you. I was just pissed... At myself for not seeing that you liked Aemond too. I didn't mean it. ─ Her eyes fixed on Aegon, and she ran her fingers over his chin, gently pulling until she could leave a light kiss on his lips.

─ It's okay, I understand. I wasn't fair to you two, and I'm sorry for that. ─ She then looked at Aemond, who was still staring at the ceiling. She thought that maybe this had been a farewell fuck, and that filled her with fear.

─ It's okay... I think I can live with that. I think I can share you with my brother. ─ Aemond said, turning to her. She and Aegon looked at him surprised, one of their eyebrows raised in confusion.

─ Seriously? ─ The two asked at the same time, and Aemond laughed, running his fingers through his silver-white hair.

─ Seriously. Of course, we need some rules and arrangements, but... It's okay with me if it's okay with you. ─ Aemond replied. The sparkle in her eyes intensified, she looked at Aegon hopefully, but he had already pulled her into a kiss before saying anything. Then giving space for Aemond to do the same and "seal" the agreement with a passionate kiss.

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﹙𝓙 ﹚𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ! 𝐀emond | Modern AU.

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♡ ◟𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You are a rock star. You, Aegon and Aemond are part of a band, and Aemond discovers that you are having sex with Aegon too, and he wants exclusivity. Chapter 1 (?).

♡ ◟𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 18+, rough sex, jealous sex, dirty talk, rage sex, fingering.

English is not my first language, sorry.

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It all started when she was fifteen. When her parents told her she would be a failure, and then, suddenly, as if her subconscious wanted to play a trick on her, she put her insecurities aside and began to work on herself. "I've never heard a voice like yours," was what her first singing teacher had said to her. "It's the kind of voice that deserves to be heard," was one of the comments from one of the vocal coaches who had examined her. And then, everything seemed to make sense. Even when she played alone in the empty parking lot of a shopping mall, or when she played in a bar, to a unique group of drunk men. Part of her was there just for the music, but the other part wanted more. She also wanted fame.

"You've got an email," said her roommate, in the first month of college, close to her seventeenth birthday, when she had almost lost hope that music would really work out. And that she would have to convince herself that the covers for the internet were nothing more than just fun. She clung to the thought that not every artist makes it to the top and becomes the bright star everyone wants to see. But... Her feelings weren't buried that deep, not at all. And she only realized this when she read the email. It came from a discreet agency, an email dictated and sent personally, to the next toy of two Targaryens.

The fusion of Aegon, Aemond, and her occurred like the awakening of a future in music, of course, initially there were those who said that real talent was not the band's strong suit, that Aemond and Aegon, the two brothers; sons of the most powerful man in Westeros, were there only because of nepotism and the name they carried, and were using a promising and innocent young woman to divert the spotlight from their own lack of humility. Whether that was the case or not, people cared little after the first album. Obviously, money is power, and influence as well, some strings were pulled, but it became undeniable that they were indeed artists. And it all started with an email one April afternoon. And after that, she finally got what she wanted, the fame. Which, coincidentally, was one of the ways to prove her worth to her own family.

Being a rock star always meant a lot to her, it wasn't just about getting on stage, holding a microphone, and rocking out. There were also sore throats, calluses on the vocal cords, rehearsals, constant visits to doctors, singing teachers, and vocal coaches, hours on the treadmill, singing and running at the same time to train her breath, the exhaustion of always being in the camera's crosshairs, and a newly discovered lack of peace, but somehow, she survived all this, because deep down, she liked it.

The credit, however, was not solely in the peculiar ability she had to deal with fame, it was also in Aegon, and Aemond. At the beginning, when they met, there was a period of awkwardness between them, after all, it’s not every day that two "heirs" send you an email with a job proposal, which besides, was the realization of your dreams. But as the days passed, the pieces fell into place.

Aegon was funny; he was always cracking jokes in the studio, he was the one who would finish off the donuts, and who frequently fell asleep in the middle of a recording, with a cigarette between his fingers. He was the one who was always late to appointments, and somehow, he managed to make the situation funny.

He was also the one who dragged them to the most expensive clubs, to strip clubs, and other unhealthy places, where drugs became common. Aegon was like the sunshine, warm; cheerful, vivid, even with his negative sides, such as the obvious substance abuse, mommy issues, and depression; which turned into a joke for him. But within him resided a certain grace. Which was the perfect opposite of Aemond.

Aemond was cold, and distant. He hardly ever spoke, preferring to let the perfect sound of his guitar speak for him. He plucked the guitar strings like no one else, and was strictly professional when they were in the studio. He rarely smiled, not at Aegon's jokes, nor when she looked at him and stuck out her tongue, a common playfulness between the two; he was reserved, quiet, and yet, she could read him like a sad and somber book.

Aemond was like the midnight rain, cold, dark, frightening. And yet, beautiful. Perhaps it was Aemond's austere personality, or the way Aegon showed up high in the studio every day, or how Aemond liked to flick his fingers in the air, as if his muscle memory didn't want to stray from the guitar, or how Aegon was responsible for making her smoke her first joint, or how Aemond looked much more handsome without the patch over his glass eye, or how Aegon's stubble pricked her cheek when he kissed her... It was something between that, which made her fall deeply in love with them. And as the wise Katherine Pierce once said, "It's okay to love them both."

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The flashes hit her face non-stop, so much time had passed since the first time she had to face the paparazzi, and yet, she never got used to it. The published photos always left her a nervous wreck, capturing her grimaces, or her face missing; she always told herself she would try to smile next time, but she never could. The car smelled of cheap cigarettes and sweet, exaggerated feminine perfume; it was always like this when she entered the car, the odor of smoke and sex greeted her much better than Aemond.

─ How did the photos go? ─ Aegon asked, sitting on the left side, his legs spread as if he owned the car, his silver-white hair was disheveled, and he held a glass of champagne in his hand, it was always a day for toasting for him. Hickeys were spread across the milky skin of his neck; it wasn't a surprise, and no one needed to know that those marks were actually hers.

─ I kind of had to wear a weird outfit. ─ She replied, sitting in front of them. She pulled down her skirt because the fabric insisted on riding up, and she was almost certain that it was intentional.

─ I saw. You looked like a slut. ─ The voice from the right side echoed. Aemond. His legs were crossed, and he held a book resting on his knee, not looking at her, not needing to and not even bothering. His long hair was tied up in a sort of messy bun, and the fringe fell over the patch on his eye.

─ Thank you? ─ She asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise, unsure whether that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult. ─ I'm going to be on the cover of KL Magazine. ─ She added, a smile spreading across her plump lips. Being on the cover of a magazine as prestigious as KL was like receiving a handshake from a king; she was so radiant that her glow spread throughout the car.

─ Fuck, wow! You're hot, this is going to be a hit. We should celebrate. ─ Aegon winked at her. His tongue gently passed over his lips, and she was almost certain she knew what kind of celebration he was talking about.

─ I'd rather throw myself in front of the nearest car than have any kind of 'celebration' with you guys. ─ Aemond replied, his sharp words cutting through her mood. He didn't even compliment her, and that definitely upset her. For a moment she even forgot Aegon's teasing, and how his tongue had passed over his own lips, which reminded her of how that same tongue so deliciously passed over her clit.

─ Gods, what's gotten into you today? Need a lay? ─ Aegon asked, a sarcastic laugh coming from him as he topped up his alcohol reserve with another bottle of champagne.

─ As you and her have been doing? No, thanks. Besides, you don't moan as quietly as you think. ─ For the first time since getting in the car, Aemond looked at her. That single shining violet eye, which seemed to hunt the secrets of her soul, pierced her reddened cheeks before shifting back to the page of the book.

An awkward silence echoed in the car, the sound of the wheels sliding on the streets, and the traffic seemed much louder now. She didn’t know what to say because she knew exactly what that meant. Aegon didn’t know she was also sleeping with Aemond. And Aemond didn’t know she was sleeping with Aegon. Well, apparently he knew now.

She always tried to maintain a relationship with both; it was common sense that a woman like her couldn’t ignore them. Each had their own charm, their foolproof method of seduction, and each had managed to take her to bed. In the beginning, it was easy to hide one from the other; they never even suspected that she was involved with both at the same time.

But Aemond, unlike Aegon, wasn’t so foolish; she should have foreseen that he would find out sooner or later. Aegon wouldn’t have the capacity to notice the tension between them after Aemond’s remarks, but she knew that the way he spoke indicated indignation and jealousy. A lot of jealousy.

─ Tsk. Jealous, Aemond? I bet you would like to make her moan too. Don’t be dramatic. As if you don’t ruin the mood everywhere you go as it is. ─ Her heart froze when the words "I bet you would like to make her moan too" came out of Aegon’s mouth. And mentally she cursed him for saying that so deliberately.

─ If it were with me. I bet she’d moan louder than with you... ─ Aemond murmured, and she saw him focus his eye on her again, like a subliminal message of what was true. Her hands began to sweat, and looking through the window, a sudden urge to throw herself from the car crossed her thoughts.

─ Can you stop talking about me as if I'm not here? Thank you. I think I have the right to do certain things, since as far as I remember I'm not committed to anyone. But, thanks for the heads-up, Aemond. ─ Although it wasn't a lie, she knew this would be held against her later. She didn’t have a serious commitment with Aemond, but they had spent so many nights together that it felt as if they did.

The journey to the hotel was uncomfortably silent after that. Nothing more was discussed among them, but she could almost read Aemond's dark thoughts and Aegon's lascivious ones. The elevator felt as hot and cramped as the car after what happened; for the first time, she felt claustrophobic and all she wanted was to throw herself on her soft bed and sleep until it was time to catch the flight the next morning. However, things never go as she wants, why would today be different?

─ I’m hungry. Anyone want to order something? ─ Aegon announced, as he threw himself on the nearest sofa, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a cheap lighter from his pocket.

─ Ah... I’ll take Dornish food. ─ She said, trying to sound casual; she wasn't, however. Not at all.

─ I don’t like Dornish food. Can we order something from the cuisine of Essos? ─ Aemond replied with a sarcastic snort. His fingers stuffed in his pants pockets as he leaned against the wall. She looked at him, one eyebrow raised, trying to understand his argument, since she knew he did indeed like Dornish food.

─ I like Dornish food, I thought you- ─ Her words were cut off when she felt Aegon's firm hands pull her by the waist, dragging her in a quick motion onto his lap. Her cheeks burned instantly, not because she was embarrassed, but because she knew this would increase the jealousy and anger that Aemond must have been feeling.

─ Relax, babe. We can order both Dornish and Essos food, I don't mind. ─ Aegon said, his fingers sliding down to her hips, pulling her deeper into his lap. His right hand rested on one of her thighs, gently caressing the area. Although she wasn't looking directly at Aemond, she could feel his gaze piercing through them.

─ Great. Just don’t start making out while I’m still here. ─ She heard the loud snort that came from Aemond's lips. Of course, that was the reason for all the bad mood. And Aegon being far from discovering it made everything worse.

He stood up, leaving her seated on the cushion, a bold slap on her thigh made her shiver, and she had to look away to not see the expression on Aemond’s face when Aegon did that.

─ I'm going to the restaurant downstairs. Try not to kill each other, and don't light up any joints without me. ─ Aegon's footsteps echoed out of the room. Her body tensed on the upholstery as the door closed, and she knew she was alone with Aemond. The silence was beyond uncomfortable, it was torturous.

─ Aren't we going to talk about the elephant in the room? ─ Aemond finally said something. But she still couldn't look at him. ─ Fine, then I'll talk. What the fuck is this? You're sleeping with my brother? ─ His tone of voice wasn't the friendliest. She had witnessed it a few times, when he and Aegon would argue over the lyrics of a song, and she had to intervene before they started hitting each other.

─ Aemond... I— She was interrupted. Her bones trembled when she felt his hand grab her by the jaw, forcing her to look at him. His fingers were pressing, and she couldn't resist the thrill that ran through her when he did that.

─ Look at me, damn it! ─ He said, pushing her face back as soon as their eyes were fixed on each other. She felt her adjacent jaw ache, but it was the kind of pain she liked.

─ Aemond, I'm not going to be the 'I can explain' type of person, but... I don't know, it just... happened, the same way it did with us...

─ It happened... You blinked and suddenly you were with your legs open on his bed?

─ Aemond... I... What do you want me to say? Do you want me to apologize? I will, but I don’t understand why you're acting like we had something serious. ─ She stood up from the sofa, slowly making her steps toward him. His figure seemed imposing there. So tall and serious.

─ Was it just once? ─ He didn't even need a verbal answer; the way her lips tightened said it all. ─ How long? ─ She stayed silent, she didn’t know what to say, or rather, how to say it. ─ How fucking long?! ─ He shouted this time, his loud voice made her knees tremble, and she felt her clit throb; it was strange, but the way he reacted turned her on.

─ It was before you... ─ She finally answered, biting her lips nervously. She would probably leave there without Aemond, or maybe without both if he told Aegon too. But now the damage was done. She heard him snort.

─ What the hell... You were already with him when you slept with me for the first time? What are you? A whore? Are you so selfish and greedy that you needed both of us? What the fuck... I don’t even know what to say because now all that comes to my mind is you fucking with Aegon and then coming to fuck with me! ─ His voice was so loud, she thought maybe they would receive a call from the hotel reception, asking if everything was okay. She clenched her fingers, and crossed her knees softly, trying to contain the wetness that began to form in her pussy. ─ Fuck... You’re turned on...

─ What? ─ She looked up at him, shaking her head in denial as she watched him approach dangerously.

─ You cross your knees when you’re turned on. I know that because I always leave you like this. ─ His fingers grabbed her jaw again, pulling her closer to him. She could feel his hot breath against her face, he was fuming with anger, his eye closed over that proximity, and she felt his forehead pressing against hers as he squeezed her harder. ─ You’re such a whore...─ He whispered. Before kissing her. His lips pressed so hard against hers that her lower lip hurt. She could feel his tongue pushing into her throat violently, and yet, it was an exciting kiss.

Aemond's free hand clutched the hem of her skirt, and he used the fabric to pull her closer to him, pressing her small body against his aggressively. His lips devoured hers mercilessly, her jaw was weak from the grip and how he forcibly kissed her, the sensation was pleasurable, and she could already feel her panties wet, and her clit throbbing with such suggestively violent interaction. Aemond pulled away, his lips moist with saliva, as were hers, she supposed, he looked her deep in the eyes before gently pulling back.

─ Is it Aegon you want? You can have him as many times as you want... But first, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll remember me when you're with him, you little slut. ─ His hand slid from her jaw to her nape, and he pushed her aggressively onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. His fingers dug into her skin, making her lean against the cold glass, her cheek stuck to the table, as well as her stomach, her knees were forced to bend, and she found herself completely vulnerable to him.

And this excited her even more. Without any care, Aemond pulled her skirt down, the buttons broke with the force he used to strip the clothing from her body, leaving it tangled at the bend of her knees. His fingers gently brushed her ass, like a gentle caress, before he gave her a strong slap on one of the cheeks. A soft moan escaped her lips, her fingers clutched the edges of the table as she tried to look at him from the corner of her eyes.

─ What's the matter? Prefer it when Aegon is slapping you, whore? I bet he doesn't even know how to do it the way you like...─ Another strong slap burned her ass, making her moan again. She could hear a soft laugh escape Aemond's lips, the way he was enjoying this only drove her crazier.

─ Aemond... ─ He pushed her harder against the glass before she could speak, squeezed her ass tightly, almost burying his fingers in her soft skin.

─ No 'Aemond' bullshit. I don't want to hear you say anything unless I tell you to, got it? You only speak when I tell you to. ─ He said, delivering another slap, even stronger on her ass. ─ Did you fucking got it? ─ She nodded immediately, making him release her just a bit.

He grabbed the start of her panties and pulled them down, making them slide down her thighs. A sigh, leaning more towards a moan, escaped Aemond's lips, and his fingers slid up to her tight pussy.

─ Your panties are soaked... Is this how Aegon leaves you? Or is it because of me? Or maybe... You're such a greedy slut that you're thinking about both of us fucking you at the same time. ─ At the end of the sentence, Aemond slipped a finger inside her, she was so wet that his finger was swallowed by her cunt, her walls tightened around his finger, prompting him to insert a second finger. Hearing her moan from this, he began to thrust his fingers rapidly inside her.

─ Aemond... Please... ─ His hand moved from her nape to her hair, he wrapped her strands around his fist and pulled hard back, making her cheek lift off the table.

─ What did I say about you speaking? I said you speak when I tell you to, bitch. I'm not fucking Aegon, if you don't obey me, there will be consequences. ─ His fingers began to move faster inside her, the sound of the thrusts caused by her wetness became audible in the room, along with the whiny moans escaping her lips. His other hand tightened around her locks, pulling her hair even harder.

Aemond pulled his fingers out of her after a few more thrusts, soaked with her juices, he knew they were sweet, he loved her smell, her taste, but now, he was too angry to focus on those details. His wet fingers passed around her lips, before he pushed the two fingers into her mouth, down her throat, making her softly gag.

─ Now. I'm going to fuck you. And I want to hear you moan loud. ─ He said while swirling his fingers inside her mouth, pressing his own body behind hers. She could feel his erection rubbing against her ass through the fabric of his jeans.

Aemond released her hair, also removing his fingers from her mouth. His hands moved to the buttons on his own pants, and he quickly opened his jeans, pulling them down just enough for what he wanted, along with his boxers. His hard cock freed from the fabric prison it was in, and she could already feel the tip touching her wet cunt. His fingers embraced his own erection, and he gently stroked it while looking at her ass, and the few red marks he had already left there.

─ Does he fuck you with a condom? Or are you so slut that you ask him not to use one?... Either way, I'm going to fuck you without one today, and I'm going to cum inside you until every drop of me is buried in your pussy. ─ Using his own hand, he dragged his cock across her pussy, making the length rub against her lips, brushing her clit, moans returned to the room, each time he rubbed against her, and only the tip of his cock bumped into her cunt. Finally, Aemond positioned himself at her, pushing everything in all at once. Her fingers gripped the edges of the table more firmly, and a louder moan escaped her lips, feeling him hit the right spots inside her on the first thrust. A pleasurable sigh escaped Aemond's lips, and he stayed still for a moment.

─ So tight... You got me addicted to your pussy... ─ He thrust hard at the end of the sentence, stopping again. ─ Made me fuck it every week... ─ And then another thrust, and another pause. ─ And I find out you were doing the same with that jerk... But even he won’t fuck you better than I do... ─ And finally, his hips began to move, thrusting several times inside her, the sound of his skin slamming against hers soon became audible, along with his panting breath and her moans. His hips moved faster and harder, hitting the pleasure spots inside her, making her tighten around him, which resulted in soft grunts from him. His fingers grabbed her hair again, holding it like reins in his hands, and pulling harder as he fucked her.

─ Who’s fucking you now, bitch? Speak! Say my name. ─ He said between pleasurable sighs, delivering another hard slap on her ass, his cock burying deep inside her with each thrust. But it wasn’t enough for him; he went faster, harder. The sounds became louder, as did his hunger.

─ Aemond! It's you... Gods... Aemond! ─ She moaned pleasurably, her teeth sunk into her lips, trying to control the loud moans that escaped because of the series of violent thrusts he was giving her, but it was impossible.

─ That’s right, little slut... I’m going to make you scream my name... ─ He released her hair, placing both hands on her shoulders, and using them as leverage to go even deeper inside her. She felt her womb being destroyed with Aemond's strong thrusts, every part of her body ached in pleasure with what he was doing. Her legs were already trembling and her knees hurt from being propped on the hard floor, but she didn’t care, she wanted this. She deserved this. The sound of their skin colliding filled the room, her moans were as good and pleasurable for Aemond as her music, her voice was absurdly perfect in every aspect, but he should have been the only one to appreciate her moans like this. Or so he thought.

─ Aemond... I’m almost... I’m close... ─ She whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure, she tried to cling to the table, but her fingers were too trembling for that. Her eyes were already closed and she allowed herself to be guided to heaven, when she felt the climax on the edge of her senses.

─ What did you say? Did I just hear you're going to cum? That’s right... Cum, bitch... Cum on my cock while I fuck you... ─ His voice was as pleasurably suggestive as hers, he bit his lower lip while squeezing her shoulders, the sensation of her walls crushing him with each thrust was incredible, and he would never admit it out loud, but she was the first woman who made him feel so alive.

His hands moved down her back, grabbed her hips, and in a swift movement he pushed her to the floor, placing her back on the carpet, and her eyes fixed on him. It hardly seemed humanly possible that he could switch positions like that without coming out of her, but he did, as if his own body refused to let her go.

─ I want you to look at me while you’re cumming... I want to see your face when you get there screaming my name... ─ His hand circled her throat, squeezing excitingly while he used the other hand for support on the floor, continuing the firm thrusts, her parted lips left moans behind, as she did everything to keep her eyes fixed on him, but it seemed almost impossible, especially when her body trembled intensely, and the orgasm arrived.

─ Aemond! ─ She shouted, exactly as he said she would, the spasms hitting her in an extremely pleasurable way, her fingers clutched the wrist of his hand on her neck, digging her nails into his skin, her back arched and she made clear how intense that orgasm was. Aemond's hips continued, moving violently inside her, deeper and harder each time.

─ Yes... That's it, slut... ─ He whispered, feeling the juices of her orgasm soak the carpet and his pants as he continued thrusting hard into her. The grip on her throat tightened, and he let the full weight of his body fall on hers, burying his face in the strands of her hair spread on the floor as he also came. His lips were glued to her ear, and soft moans escaped his mouth, making her shiver even more. The thrusts slowed down in rhythm, and she felt every drop of his seed fill her.

His breathing was panting, just like hers, both seemed to have run a marathon, their bodies sprawled on the floor, him on top of her, still buried deep inside her, but with his hips now stopped. His fingers did not release her throat, but she no longer cared. Her mind was smoke, she could only focus on the intoxicating sensation of post-orgasm, and remember everything that happened there. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and with her eyes open, she watched on Aemond's face, the most cruelly victorious smile she had ever seen.

─ You're mine... This pussy is mine... Understand? ─ He whispered, his warm breath on her ear, making her shiver. She closed her eyes again, and nodded gently, trying to swallow her own saliva, with his hand pressed on her throat.

─ Good girl... I hope this doesn't happen again... It's me or him. ─ It sounded authoritative, it sounded serious. Part of her wanted to accept the terms, but another part did not. What harm was there in having both? She loved them equally, there was no room for doubt, she had spent time getting to know them, on and off stage, she knew she liked them, and she knew she couldn’t lose either of them.

But she also knew that it would be a tough time trying to convince them of that. She chose not to respond, but Aemond couldn't tell if it was because of exhaustion, or not. So he let it go. In a sweet gesture, he kissed her lips softly, releasing the fingers from her neck and taking them to her cheek, which he caressed gently. It seemed like a good moment, it was romantic, his lips on hers felt right. But... It all ended when...

─ What the fuck is this?! ─ Aegon arrived.

To be continued?

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⠀⠀⠀﹙𝓙 ﹚𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ! 𝐀emond × 𝐕elaryon reader.

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♡ ◟𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 18+, oral sex (m receiving), sex, sexual themes, incest (cousins), mention of violence.

♡ ◟𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : After a dinner at the Red Keep, Aemond sees something he dislikes and goes to confront the woman he is mildly obsessed with.

English is not my first language, sorry.

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Aemond entered the room that night, huffing, as Daenys had expected. The lady was sprawled on the bed, her dress folded up to her knees, revealing her smooth, shiny black skin legs. Daenys had never been afraid to show herself off; she knew that the boys in King's Landing said terrible things about her divine appearance, and although she was disgusted by those who looked at her with perversion and desire, Daenys knew herself well enough to understand that deep down, she liked the power she had over people, how powerful it was to get everything she wanted because of her appearance. Aemond threw a dagger onto the bed; it fell at Daenys's feet who didn’t move a single finger, but the cynical smile was still stamped on her face, the expression that Aemond liked so much.

─ Do you need something, my prince? ─ She said, her words flying like feathers in the wind straight to Aemond's heart. He was reserved, but when he spoke, it cut like a sword, and that's why everyone feared his speeches, but not Daenys, she loved to hear him speak.

─ You know why I am here, my lady. Don’t play dumb, we both know how smart you are. ─ He didn’t sound rude to her, on the contrary, he dared to let a small smile appear at the corner of his thin lips, placed his hands behind his back, and waited alertly for Daenys's reaction, never focusing on anything but her eyes. Daenys stood up patiently, playing with her sensuality as she swayed on the column that held the mosquito net to the bed, pulled the dagger from the mattress before approaching the prince.

─ I know... But I want you to tell me. ─ Her voice came out softly, melodious, Daenys looked up to compensate for their height difference, gently pulled one of Aemond’s hands, placing the dagger there, but never took her eyes off him.

─ You gave the dagger to Jacaerys. ─ His tone of voice was not the friendliest, though he was not shouting, or even speaking loudly, the firm timbre of Aemond's voice, and the way it seemed raspier and thicker, made Daenys's knees tremble, and in between her legs, a slight tingling arose.

─ You gave the dagger to me. ─ She responded, the reply seemed sharp, Aemond's lips twisted, and his violet eye shifted away for a second from Daenys's face before returning to glare at her, furious.

─ I gave it to you! And you gave it to him, that unworthy bastard. ─ His voice rose, but Daenys was not irritated by it, in reality, it excited her. The wetness in her pussy became more apparent to her. She clicked her tongue, a bold smile appearing on her full lips.

─ Once it was mine, I was free to give it to whoever I wanted. And watch your tongue, prince, or the eye won't be the only thing you lose. ─ Daenys was about to turn away, the mockery in her speech would have lingered had she seen the expression on Aemond's face when he heard her say that. However, quicker than she expected, he grabbed her arm tightly, bringing her back to her place.

─ Don’t provoke me. ─ Aemond’s long fingers tightened firmly on Daenys’s left arm, almost unaware of the force he was using to keep her in place, which seemed extremely suggestive to her. Daenys felt her clit pulse at the thought of Aemond squeezing her neck with the same force he was squeezing her arm.

─ Are you jealous? ─ A forced yet sincere laugh escaped from Daenys’s lips, she averted her gaze for a moment, and Aemond was silent, the weight of Daenys’s words invaded the prince's heart as if he were losing a battle to a commoner, barely able to look Daenys in the eyes after what he heard, perhaps because he couldn’t admit to himself that she was right.

─ It’s none of your business. ─ He finally answered, after a whole minute of silence, where a slight blush emerged on his pale cheeks. Daenys was the only one who could leave him disconcerted like this.

─ So you are jealous. ─ She concluded. She gently pulled her own arm from the prince’s firm hands and positioned herself in front of him, looking at him sincerely. ─ There’s no need, you know very well that my body is yours, my prince, as am I.

She dared to raise her soft hands towards Aemond’s face, who caught the lady’s wrists before they could get close, she expected such a reaction, therefore, the calm smile on her lips did not fade, and the look that said, “allow yourself,” remained the same. Until Aemond, without even realizing it, yielded. The lady touched the prince’s cheeks, cold as himself, caressed them with her fingers while he contemplated his own shyness. It was different, appearing before an entire kingdom, being a Targaryen and taming a dragon, all that seemed too easy for him, but when with Daenys, the real challenge was not to lose his posture in front of her. Finally, Daenys’s lips touched his, it seemed a simple gesture of kindness, as quick as a flame extinguishes, but enough to awaken in Aemond a desire dormant since the moment he saw her. When Daenys looked at him, Aemond did not give her time to admire his desire, he pulled her by the waist as if holding the reins of Vhagar, and before their bodies could crash into each other with a certain provocative brutality, their lips were joined again. Like in the dance of dragons, their connection was so strong that every touch was a blaze in a fire.

Aemond held her so tightly, as if under threat and unable to let her escape, while Daenys reveled in her moment of victory, with her fingers entangled in the prince's white locks, between fierce caresses and delicate kisses, they had never been so close. The prince would never admit to Daenys, his newly discovered muse, to whom he would devote himself in moments, but she was his faithful first time. Aemond remembered the promiscuities of the brothels, due to the only time he allowed himself to visit a pleasure house with Aegon to lose his virginity, yet the memory only brought him disgust for himself, and touching a woman that way again was still frightening to him.

Amid the affectionate touches and the thirsty bites of Daenys on the corner of Aemond's lips, the prince pulled away in a single abrupt movement, walking towards the door, looking the other way, too embarrassed to admit it. The prince’s breath was still heavy, his lips still felt the texture of Daenys’s lips, and his tongue still tasted the wine and honey that came from her, his chest was taken by an unavoidable heat, his fingers tingled, trembled in anticipation of having touched her, the curves of her, covered by a thin dress, still seemed alive in his hands. Aemond felt his stomach tingle, his cock throbbed inside his pants, it was hard now, and how much he desired Daenys, made his erection painful.

The confusion rested upon Daenys's mind, although she would never confess to herself, but she had longed for this, and the idea of it being so quick, annoyed her who, despite everything, loved challenges. The critical silence squeezed the hearts of both, Aemond's was beating fast, it was like being in a battle, blind and unsure of the next move of his enemy, Daenys's, beat in excitement, the desire for more, to discover more. She walked slowly towards him, took her own hands to the thin lace that held her dress to her body, and untying it let it fall to the ground, now wearing only a single piece of clothing covering from her hips down, her ample breasts and marked waist screamed for care, for the touches of Aemond.

─ Look at me. ─ She said, waiting for the prince's reaction, which was slow to come. Daenys found herself compelled to circle around Aemond's body, positioning herself in front of him, watching with pride the prince's reaction to seeing her in that way. Daenys placed her hand on his chin, her expression unchanging; for Aemond, it was the look of a beast trying to snag its prey, his cock twisted in its fabric prison, begging to be freed, begging to enter Daenys, and feel her warm walls squeeze against it. Her nipples were hard, her breasts so round, Aemond thought they barely fit in the palm of his hand, and he wanted to test that.

─ You know this is what you want, Aemond... You can’t lie to me, your body tells me everything. ─ She let her fingers slip down the prince's chest, landing on the fastenings of his clothes, hastening to open them before the other could respond. She counted in her head, "one, two, three..." wondering how far she would have to go to make him kiss her again with all the desire she knew he had. On the fifth, Aemond pulled her by the arm, pressing their lips together again, more fiercely this time, feeling his own body grow warm, and unable to say no, despite not being able to deny he was apprehensive.

He removed the sheath from his body, throwing it on the floor along with his boots, their bodies danced as they kissed, walking unconsciously to the bed, where Daenys sat in front of the still-dressed prince. Her bold hands traveled to the fly of Aemond’s pants, sliding them inside the thin fabric shirt he wore. When her warm fingers touched Aemond's cold skin, his eyes closed and an excited sigh wandered through the room. She unbuttoned until she could see the prince's white skin beneath the clothes, then fingered downward to touch Aemond's cock beneath his pants. The prince sighed, closing his eyes, his entire body was covered in goosebumps, and the only thing on his mind was the desire to have her, all to himself, as Daenys fumbled with herself, pulling his pants down and massaging his hard cock, Aemond’s mind became increasingly blurred, and the only thing he saw was the intoxicating image of Daenys completely aroused.

With just two minutes of masturbation, the lady fit her lips onto the head of the prince's cock, letting saliva accumulate in the area before eagerly sucking. One of the prince's hands squeezed the bedpost because the shiver that ran through his body was enough to knock him down; he had never felt anything like it, it was the first time his body reacted pleasurably to sexual stimuli. Aemond had not yet known this form of pleasure, but he already adored it. The other free hand, moved instinctively to Daenys's platinum strands, running his fingers through her nape until he had a large amount of the voluminous hair in his hands, then he held it tightly, pushing Daenys's head, making her swallow his entire erection. A loud moan, camouflaged in his hoarse voice took over the lady's ears, she could feel herself getting increasingly wet, making her clit pulse with excitement, as she endeavored to suck the prince. Her tongue wandered over the substantial length of Aemond’s cock, sucking everything her mouth touched, even daring to take it all in just to hear the prince moaning when her throat touched his swollen glans. Her eyes watered, but all she felt was pleasure. Aemond couldn’t react, fight against his own body, while he found himself in a vulnerable position in the room, part of him was savoring every second, wanting more of Daenys, his body spasmed, making him squeeze the bedpost and the lady's hair tightly, thrusting his hips forward and back, enjoying the unparalleled sensation of being sucked, nor was he afraid to moan, because the sound he made increased her performance and he felt in himself that she liked it, liked to hear him say without words that it was one of the best sensations he had ever enjoyed.

When Daenys brought her own fingers to her clit, Aemond pushed her onto the bed, putting her on all fours on the mattress, her ass raised for him, while her breasts were pressed against the mattress. He did not delay, did not wait, could not say he was acting on his own, he wanted her, to fill her until she overflowed, to feel what it was like to leave her weak and thirsty for more, he wanted to understand the pleasure his brother talked so much about, and he knew she was the right woman for this. He positioned himself behind Daenys, his cock sliding over her smooth skin, until fully entering her pussy, Daenys' slender fingers clutched the sheets as she felt Aemond penetrating her, she bit her lips to avoid the loud moan she would have let out, although she knew it was useless, because the prince, mercilessly, began to thrust into her.

His firm hands gripped Daenys' hips, pulling her forcefully to fuck her, the flesh of Daenys' butt collided against the prince's body, stealing the silence of the room, along with the screams of pleasure from Daenys. Aemond's hoarse moans mingled with hers, with the screams that begged for more, for brutality, and the words in High Valyrian asking for Aemond to go deeper, harder. The prince tore the thin skirt, the only piece remaining on Daenys' body, and turned her over on the bed, facing him. He fitted the lady's legs around his waist before penetrating her again, this time, with their bodies glued face to face, his arms circled the shoulders of Daenys, tightening the sheet, while moving his hips in back-and-forth movements, Daenys wandered her hands over the prince's back, under the warm fabric, scratching his pale skin. Aemond passed his lips over the neck of Daenys, leaving light bites and marks of hickeys, the same on the lady's breasts, sucking her nipples forcefully as if dependent on it, Daenys screamed loud, moaning, with each thrust, Aemond was strong, he knew what he was doing despite everything, he was not playing, he was serious, and Daenys' reactions motivated Aemond to continue, the magnetism of their bodies made him act alone, he did not need commands, he did everything willingly. To the point of feeling the bed beneath him tremble, and the wood bang against the wall as hard as he did with Daenys, the lady's eyes rolled back in pleasure and her back arched making her dig her nails into the prince's skin, he had no limits, once he had entered Daenys, he did not want to leave.

The screams, moans, and sighs invaded the corridors of the Red Keep for some time, before a joint orgasm forced them to pause their activity to lay their bodies next to each other on the bed responsible for their actions, both still had their lips suspended on each other when they let escape the last sigh of pleasure, enjoying the waves of adrenaline that still caused them deep chills and delicious spasms. Daenys turned her face to the right side, where Aemond sighed with closed eyes, the smile that took over his lips was different from any other that Daenys had ever seen, Aemond never smiled that way. Daenys kept silent, unlike commenting on the prince's posture or on how good and fierce he was in bed, like a dragon. She knew that if she commented on anything, she would lose the chance to have him again, but Daenys knew, as any wise woman did, Aemond was in love with her, as much as she was with him.

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