Kairkiyc
Kairkiyc
The Mandalorian x Reader
Word Count: 5,907 k
Rating: Explicit
Warning: smut, porn with a little plot, okay it's a lot; overstimulation, multiple orgasm, edging, fingering, penetration, breeding kink, squirting but only if you squint, Mando has big cock syndrome
Based on the “Mommy Milkers Mando” post, I put way too much effort into this and it’s pure filth, read at your own risk, if you guys like it let me know and maybe I’ll turn it into a series lol
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You'd been traveling with Mando for over three months.
During that time, all of which you spent scrubbing the floor of the Razor Crest and fixing the antique back to working conditions, you'd grown accustomed to the presence of both the bounty hunter and the small green creature under his care. When you asked about it all Mando gave you for an explanation was that the "child" was a foundling and that it was under his care. As if that was good enough to answer your question. Before he was walking off to go on another hunt.
Most of the times he took the child with him, and on a few rare occasions, like today, he'd leave it behind with you. Mando said he'd be back in a few hours. But even the little green alien grew restless inside the confines of the cockpit the longer that time went by. Mando was never this late. In fact even when he came close to being late it was usually within minutes of his estimated arrival. But it had been six extra, long and dragged out hours, since he told you he'd be back. You knew it wasn't your place to question him, after all you where only the hired help, and Mando rarely told you much anyway.
Your job was to take care of the child and not interfere with the Mandalorian's job, it was as simple as that. "Maybe I should go look for him," Yet here you where worrying about him as if he needed you to. "Well?" You looked down at the child for some sign of an agreement, casting its massive eyes up at you expectantly. He opened his tiny mouth, yawning in exhaustion, seemingly worn out from keeping up with your constant chatter. You laughed quietly as he blinked tiredly at you, "Come on, little one. Let's get you to bed."
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You where stressing out now. It's not like Mando hadn't gone on long hunts before, this wasn't something new after all, sometimes you'd even gone days without seeing him. But what distinguished this from the other times, was the fact that he'd usually tell you how long I'd take him to come back. You stood up, dusting off your pants to come up with a backup plan if Mando didn't return in the next twenty minutes. But almost as soon as you decided against the idea, figuring Mando could handle himself, the hatch of the ship opened and Mando strode in with the bounty blabbering about a bargain not far behind. "Please I can pay-"
The poor idiot didn't stand a chance, couldn't even finish his sentence before Mando was shoving him in carbonite. He didn't anticipate how long this would take him either, didn't expect the bounty to put up a surprisingly good fight. And despite him being done with the job, bounty frozen in carbonite, his shoulders where tense with something near frustration as you walked towards him. He seemed more wound up than he'd ever been in the short time you knew him, and something about that made you uneasy. "What happened?"
This close, the lights where giving you perfect visibility of his disheveled state. For starters his chest armor along with the shoulder pads where discarded on the floor, as he sat hunched over on one of the crates littered in the ships hull. The arm guards where still connected to his forearms, and the yellow gloves remained attached to each individual finger. But despite this being the most exposed you'd seen Mando, aside from the day you caught a glimpse of one of his wrist, this wasn't what struck out the most.
It was the state of the clothing beneath, which was nearly falling off his chest, like something had somehow melted off the fabric. There was practically more holes than there was fabric, patches of flesh peaking out through the wide openings which left him completely exposed. "Xenoboric acid, the beskar kept it off my skin for the most part." He answered you without you having to ask him first, and then you realized maybe you where ogling him too much, too intently that he took notice and snapped you out of your trance.
"Are you hurt?" He was quiet, like he had to think about it. As if he suddenly remembered that maybe he was hurt. "Not that bad," he reached behind him, where his cape usually covered the broad expanse of his shoulders. "It's all mostly on my back, and I can't reach back there." You should have crushed the thought before it grew in your head, spreading like a wildfire that burned on the tip of your tongue until the words came rushing out trying to escape. "Maybe I can help you, if you'd like."
He gave you a nod, sitting upright into what you assumed was a comfortable positing for him. You grabbed the nearby medpac and went around to see how bad the damage was, not sure if he even had a shirt covering him in the first place with how much the acid ate away. "Would you mind if I cut this off? It's only going to get in the way." He handed you his vibroblade in response, and with careful gentle tugs you managed to cut off the remaining fabric.
"Is it bad?" It really wasn't bad. The few minor burns looked mildly irritated, the skin barely flushed in reaction. But your sudden reaction of shock upon seeing how many scars he had could have been mistaken for a "shit this is bad" sign. You cleared your throat, grabbing the bacta spray and slowly covering the blotchy spots on his skin. "Not at all."
Maker his skin was nice. Despite the many scars, and the lingering bruises from previous hunts, you couldn't help but admire him. The strong muscles of his shoulders, the prominent back dimples, and the constellations of moles and freckles littered on his skin. You wanted to kiss every single one. Map out exactly where they where and trace them every single day so you wouldn't forget them. Your finger squeezed the spray a little too hard, and this seemed to catch Mando off guard because you could practically see the shiver as it ran down his spine.
"Sorry it's just," he paused, unsure if he should admit it to himself that he was enjoying this as much as you where. "It's been so long since I've had human contact." Somehow those where the wrong words to us, or maybe in a way it was the right one. Because it made you run your index finger across one of his scars, slowly trailing it down his spine , and then pausing before moving up to the dip between his shoulder blades. He sighed when your hand came to a stop on his shoulder, bringing his own gloved hand to rest on top of your fingers. "I was so worried you wouldn't come back this time."
He didn't push your hand away, or pull you closer, almost like he was reaching some unknown limit you didn't know about. For you this this wasn't new, by any means, because it was nothing explicitly out of the ordinary. But for Mando? This was too intimate, to close to what the creed said was wrong, and for the first time he wondered why exactly it was so wrong in the first place. Why he should push you away instead of considering that for a moment he shouldn't. "I know."
He wasn't blind, or oblivious to the shy glances you'd given him in the three months you'd spent together. How he'd notice the glint in your eyes when you saw him come back from a hunt. He wouldn't lie and say he hadn't thought of you either. Hadn't suppressed his feeling that had somehow rooted themselves since the moment he met you, Hadn't wished that the fingers currently trailing his skin where replaced with something else.
The grip on your hand tightened, and he didn't bother to notice how his arm was tugging you forward until you'd come around to face him. Slowly, like some sort of forbidden game, he pulled you into his lap, hands feeling for your warmth as they gripped your legs and touched anywhere they could. He wanted this, he wanted you. And it seemed you where both tired of pretending like you didn't.
You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, bitting lightly at the exposed patch of sensitive skin. While he worked on removing your pants, you let the back of one of your hands tease the front of his own and felt thrilled to find him hard and prominent against his zipper. A frustrated sound came from your throat when he began unbuttoning the front of your shirt. "Don't worry about undressing me. Stop wasting time and just fuck me already, I’ve waited long enough."
"Someone sounds eager," Mando replied, bending his knees to grind himself against the slit between your legs. "Were you really waiting for me this long? You could've just told me what you wanted sooner." You gasped at his actions. "I thought I dropped enough hints," you said voice shaking as you let out a sigh, stretching further across his lap when one of Mando's hands snuck inside you shirt to rub and pinch one of your nipples.
You'd barely just begun, but you where already terribly aroused, face flushed with excitement, the skin at the back of your neck shimmering with a fine layer of sweat. You already told him what he wanted to hear, but this was something different and new to you both, crackling with tension, ripe with desire. You didn't just want him. You needed him, hungered for him in a way that only Mando could satisfy.
There wasn't really a need for him to give shape to the words that you where thinking, but he leaned in close to your ear anyway, whispering his answer through modulated beskar on your skin. "You mean the look you always gave me, like you might die if I didn't give you my cock. Is that it?" He ran his gloved fingers up the front of your panties just to watch the way your face twisted as you fought to withhold a most immodest expression.
"...I couldn't ask you, every time I wanted to bring it up I just couldn't, which just made me want to hold you down in one place, for you to hold me down, to fuck– I don't know." You bit down on your bottom lip and leaned back, presenting yourself to the bounty hunter, tits spilling out of your shirt slick with sweat and flushed pink. "I didn't have anything else to do so it was all I could think about."
"I desperately wanted you and yet I never brought myself to make a move." You flexed your thighs anxiously, unconsciously even, as you waited for Mando to touch you, to do something. Under your hand, he felt so hard that you knew it must have been getting uncomfortable to stay trapped in his clothes. It took Mando a lot of fortitude to keep himself from carelessly tearing the rest of his clothes off himself, the things you said bringing life to something dangerously primal in him.
"Please" you didn't care about sounding needy, rolling your head against your own shoulder, head thrown back, looking up at Mando with lust clouded eyes. "I'm so wet right now, I feel like I might come if you so much as put your hands on me again. You'll take responsibility for this, won't you? It's your fault, after all for making me wait this long."
Mando swallowed, watching your arousal drip down your thighs. To test you, he ran his thumb up your thigh and nearly groaned when you shivered, your body jerking in response. The way you stiffened, it looked like you really where trying to keep yourself from coming. And Mando didn't want you to come before he even gave you what you really wanted, so he immediately went to work on his own pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. "Mando I don't care if it hurts, just please, hurry."
"I do, though," Mando said. He wasn't the type who liked to toot his own horn, but fitting his cock in you would be a physical impossibility without lubrication and the proper preparation. You wouldn't be the only one he would be hurting if he tried to slam the unlubricated girth of it in you all at once. Thankfully, you took him seriously, relaxing on his lap momentarily.
He put his hands on the backs of your knees to get you to stay where you where. With your legs pushed apart, Mando found it easy to slide in his first finger. You made a sound in the back of your throat and your thighs clamped together so suddenly that you might've fallen off his lap had Mando not grabbed you with his other hand. "What's wrong?" he asked, stroking your hip.
"I was serious when I said I might come. Don't do more than you have to."
Gently, he nudged your legs apart again and added a second finger, pushing them in slowly to open you up. After he withdrew them, he added a third for good measure. Two may have been enough, but a third never hurt when he knew that his cock would pose a much greater strain on your body.
As he moved his wrist and curled his fingers as much as he could inside your incredible tightness, you reached down and squeezed your fingers around the base of his cock. The buckles on his loosened belt jingled as his shoulders tensed in arousal at the sudden contact. "Please," you muttered, dipping your head low enough to press you forehead against his collarbone.
When Mando removed his fingers, the sigh that you gave sounded like one of relief. Mando moved back for a few seconds to appreciate the sight before him. The position you where in wouldn't require much adjustment. He could just lift you up a little, and it would perfectly line his cock up to your entrance. So he did just that. Grabbing you by your waist, he lifted you up slightly and pulled you back down, lifting your hips upward to provide Mando with a sufficient angle. You sighed in response and wiggled your hips, glancing up at his visor with an irresistibly needy look.
He stopped to remove his gloves, while you continued to watch as Mando took himself in his hand and applied some of the slick arousal between your legs on his fingers like lubricant to his cock. He stroked it, covering himself thoroughly, then pulled his hand away to hold your waist, and readied himself at your entrance. Nudging his cock against your slick entrance, he applied some light pressure and continued to move his hips forward slowly until your body relaxed enough to allow the head to slip inside.
A hiss escaped from between his clenched teeth as he slowly sunk deeper inside and you kept watching. You didn't quite get a good look at it but you where almost certain Mando wasn't even halfway in, somehow, everything was proportionally bigger all of a sudden. He pulled back, feeling the tight pull of your body around every inch of his cock. Then he pushed back in again, going all the way to the base, when he heard you give a surprised yelp and-
"Did you come already?" Your entire back stiffened, but Mando could feel it, the intense pulsations around his cock, felt the backs of your thighs quivering against his own. You buried your head down, refusing to answer, but when Mando reached down and put his fingers around you clit, there was no mistaking it. "And you're still this wet."
Your nails dug into his shoulders burying your face in the crook of his neck to hide his embarrassment. "I told you," you said, sounding muffled. "I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on." That made him wonder, though. Your arousal didn't seem to be waning in the least, so he wondered if he could assume that you wanted more. "Is it alright if I keep going? You feel even tighter than before, but I'm definitely willing to give you more if that's what you want."
"I won't do anything to stop you," you said, loud enough to catch Mando's attention. "Keep going 'til you're satisfied." Now that he had your expressed permission, he wasn't going to hold back. But as Mando told you, your felt even tighter after you came, your muscles all clenching down around him to hold him inside. It took him a few awkward thrusts before you started to loosen up again, to relax around him, but then it was just right.
It felt incredible inside of you. He already got some of your cum on his hand, so he reached down and lightly massaged his slick fingers back and forth around your clit in slow circular motions. You couldn't help the moan that left you and when you pushed back to meet one of his thrusts, Mando felt his cock twitch inside you.
"You're really raring to go," he said, appreciating the bundle of nerves shiver your entrance with firm, smooth strokes of his fingers. You moved in response meeting another one of his thrusts, taking him so deep that your thighs met snugly with Mando's own. Every thrust drew a pleased sigh from you and his breath seemed to hitch whenever he angled his thrusts upward. With how tight you where, it was a bit difficult to angle himself without moving you around too much, but his width seemed to make up for it. It was like every push drove his cock over your sweet spot in the position he held you in his lap.
You had assumed most of the control. Even though Mando was the one holding your waist, you where the one doing most of the work, pressing yourself down against his cock to drive his shallow thrusts deeper. Your pace was slow, pleasurable, but once Mando realized the effect he was having on you, he wanted to see how much you would be able to take.
Mando put both hands on you waist and pressed in hard, eliciting a bright gasp from your parted lips. "There?" he asked, repeating the motion, receiving the same reaction. You panted hard and stretched your arms out to grasp the sides of his thighs. Mando pulled your hips up a little higher, lifting your feet right off the floor so that he could take full control.
"M-more," you gasped, voice breaking. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Please... Mando. Harder. Give me more."
Mando could tell that he was nearing his own limits already, yet it looked far from over for you. After another few well-timed jabs of his cock, he felt your walls squeezing around him again, threatening to draw his orgasm from him as you endured your second. When the pressure surrounding him became almost too much to take, he pulled out. He made sure to keep his hands on your waist to keep you from falling as he shivered through his climax and gently helped you move to the floor so that you could lay more comfortably on your back without any support. As he turned your over, he caught a glimpse of the mess he made on your thighs, his own cum dribbling down obscenely to your entrance and felt his breath catch and his cock respond with interest as well.
When the shaking in your thighs subsided, you took a deep breath and lifted a hand to push the sweat from your forehead. You looked down your body at Mando, cheeks flushed a passionate red, and your eyes slowly traveled down his body; from his helmet, over his heaving chest, down to his cock that still jutted attentively.
You eyed it thoughtfully, then started to impatiently tug at your shirt. Mando chuckled softly, amused by your fruitless struggling, and decided to help you. The shirt was quickly pulled off and discarded into the hull of the crest, along with the rest of your clothes. When that all was removed, you laid back languidly and parted your legs wider for him, lifting your knees up with your hands. Your arousal had finally begun to subside but you stroked your fingers over your own entrance gently, sighing when you touched the too-sensitive spot where Mando had stretched you open. "Go on," you said with a slight tilt of your head.
"You really want more?" Mando asked. His cock begged him to shut up and not question your decision. You curled one of your fingers, beckoning him closer seductively. He couldn't argue with that, his cock hard again in an instant while he dropped down to his knees. Mando returned to his place between your legs and positioned himself, then slowly pushed inside as he sunk down into your embrace.
Mando did a good job of pretending to be relaxed, but he could feel the desperation in your embrace. You clung to him with your arms thrown loosely around his neck, as Mando wrapped his own around your waist, his arm guards digging into your skin. Your legs slid easily around his waist with the way you where laying on your back, and even though it probably wasn't the most comfortable of places for you to lay, it was extremely easy for Mando to thrust into you from there.
The additional lubricant from both of your cum mixed together was exactly what he needed. Perhaps it was the lube, perhaps it was just your body becoming more accommodating – whatever it was, he found it a lot easier to piston his hips, encountering no resistance from within. You wrapped your legs around his waist more tightly, holding him against you in a way that kept his thrusts short. Despite the fact you already came twice, it wasn't too long before you where close again, your breathing having gone ragged long before then. Mando glanced down and had to still himself for a moment, worried that he would come on the spot when he saw the look on your face.
You weren't even trying to hide how good it felt anymore. Your pleasure was on open display; face red all over, eyelids half-closed, your lower lip held between your teeth as you moaned softly whenever Mando grazed that spot inside your with the head of his cock. You must've realized what an irreparable mess you where because you didn't even look away when you noticed Mando looking at you. Any slight touch to his skin made you shiver, so it seemed that he may have already gone beyond his limit, but Mando was curious just how long you intended to keep going.
One thing was for sure, though. Mando wasn't going to be able to last – not when he had you underneath him, looking like you needed his cock more than anything else in the galaxy. "I'm close," he warned, planting his hands on you shoulder, pushing lightly to try and separate you. "Shit, if you don't let go of me, I'm going to come inside of you."
You didn't seem concerned. "Coming inside feels good though, doesn't it?" You took a breath through your nose and your nostrils flared as a devilish grin stretched across your lips. "I know you want to."
With your legs locked around his waist, he didn't have much choice. Mando was definitely strong enough to pry you off if he really tried – if he really wanted to – but his body had other plans. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him down to press your heaving chest against his own, and any noises he made were muffled inside the helmet. You gave a few very nice rolls of your hips that caught Mando off guard and managed to pull his climax from him. He felt your heels pressing into the small of his back to keep him in as far as he could go, felt you quivering under him as he released deep, deep inside of you.
"M-Mando," you whimpered, your body trembling as Mando tried to extract himself from your strong grip. After he was able to push your knees back so he could straighten up, he looked down and noticed an amount of clear fluid pooling in between your legs, a bit of it still dripping down the side of your thighs. "Did you...?" he asked.
You pushed a hand through your hair and looked aside. "N-no... I didn't come, if that's what you're asking. I mean – I don't think this counts, does it?" You asked, running fingers on the damp skin on your legs. "It felt like you were pushing it out of me every time you stuck your dick in me. Look at this." He managed to removed the armor on his forearms, bringing his hands up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "If I'm not mistaken, it looks to me like your body's asking for more."
You looked up at him from under your lowered lids with interest, but still seemed skeptical. "You aren't even hard anymore, how much longer can you keep this up," You knew Mando was somewhat on the older side, and yet somehow you didn't expect this amount of stamina to come from someone like him. "Not a problem. I already got you nice and wet, didn't I?" He could tell that you had something else to say, but your words stopped in your throat when Mando plunged two of his fingers back into your slick hole. "Hm? Were you going to say something?"
One of your hands shot down to squeeze Mando's wrist in an attempt to desperately ward off your orgasm. Your mouth moved as if to form words, only to make soundless little protest, seemingly more concerned about avoiding your climax more than anything else.
"Does it feel that good?" Mando asked, angling his wrist, rubbing his fingers firmly inside of you. You let your head fall back against the floor and whined, but still refused to answer. It was obvious what the answer was anyway. It felt so good that you never wanted it to end. As Mando watched his own cum come dripping from your abused entrance he wondered how much more you could take.
"How about a third?" he asked, slipping his fingers from you for a second to join them with another a second later. Immediately, you constricted around him tightly and cried out, finally using your voice to beg Mando to slow down. He could have, really he should have, but the slick combination of his cum and mixed with your juices made it too easy to slide his fingers in and out of you. "Two fingers aren't enough to satisfy you anymore, are they?" He turned his wrist and when he attempted to spread his three fingers apart, your knees shook, like you might try to run away from the unavoidable pleasure.
Mando put his free hand on your waist to hold you down and pushed his fingers inside roughly, as deeply as he could send them. You tried, really you did try to keep yourself from coming, but it was too much for you to control. This time, your third was a lot less powerful than the others and much less potent with only a small amount of arousal coating Mandos fingers at your entrance.
He slipped his fingers out of you and you whimpered at the loss, looking... almost disappointed that he would stop now. Yet when Mando reached up and massaged those same fingers around your clit, you jumped like you'd been stung. "Too sensitive now?" he asked, rubbing his thumb around your folds. You clawed at the surface of the floor and turned your head to the side, gasping weakly as he continued to torment him with his firm touch. "Do you want me to stop? Three times seems like enough."
When he removed his hand, your hands shot out to catch his wrist. You looked like you where going through some kind of difficult internal struggle, unsure whether it felt good or if it hurt. If you wanted more, to take anything and everything Mando could give you, or if it was time for you to stop. "Tell me what you want sweetheart." Mando asked again, sliding his palms lightly over your inner thighs, watching you try and remember how to even speak basic.
He placed his fingertips over your entrance and waited. Watching as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and moved to look down at what Mando was doing. You took deep breaths through your nose and your eyes were wide, intent, as if you were in a trance, crazed with the desire for more regardless of whatever the common sense part of your brain told you. Slowly, Mando stroked his fingers over your entrance again while he watched you, equally mesmerized by the way you where reacted to him.
Once he pushed his fingers back inside, your shoulders immediately sank back on the floor, back arched, with a loud cry of pleasure tearing from within you. Mando was impressed that you could make any sound at all. For a while there, he thought you might've even lost your voice.
You squirmed around on his fingers, their thick and long length stretching you differently than his cock did, sometimes taking them deeper, making Mando wonder if you where trying to get more or trying to get away. Eventually, Mando stopped trying to figure out which it was, concluding that it must've been a bit of both. Either way, he was confident that there wouldn't be anything left in you. It was surprising that you already managed to come three times, but now that you had reached this point, he had to keep going. He was too curious to find out what might happen if you came again.
Sometime during the time it took him to pleasure you with his fingers he'd grown hard again. The tip of his cock oozing precum that rolled down in thick beads to the base of his balls. He was completely stiff above you, unmoving while you remained trapped beneath him in your fucked out state. And just as you opened your mouth to say something, he was pushing in, and oh kriff, you hadn't gotten a good look at his cock this whole time. With this new angle it felt huge as he pushed his way in, splitting you again you deep inside you it drove you dizzy.
It burned, it burned as he slid all the way in again, and maker you could feel it when he pressed down on your hips, and it felt so good, felt so full. That you heaved a gasp once Mando was rooted deep in you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Good-" He gasped, voice strained even through the modulator, "So fucking good, sweetheart."
Maker, it nearly hurts with how fucking good it feels. The noise you make is indescribable in its obscenity—desperate and long and seeking. Fuck, this is heaven. This is fucking heaven, laying with your legs open and letting him have you this way. He knows as much about you as you do about him—which is to say, absolutely nothing—but now you both know the taste of each other's pleasure, the intimate knowledge of its gorgeous heat and how right it feels.
"M-Mand... oh, fuck—" Your words are barely discernible through your panting, warped by the heavy sound of your breaths and gasps. "Can—Can we do this, again," His fingers curl against your thighs, and your hips almost feel like they're doing too much, muscles tightening and refusing to loosen and relax. "Maybe not right now but, soon?"
But then you nearly combust when instead of verbally responding, the Mandalorian just sinks two of his thick fingers deep inside your cunt, joining the cock still buried deep inside you. "Oh—f-fuck—"
You can't tell if the short, rough little growl he makes inside the helmet is from the way you instantly tighten around his cock again, but it still rocks down to your core nonetheless. It doesn't matter, because he pulls them out and then pushes them back in again, starts doing that steadily, over and over until you're sweating, hips arching up in presentation and doing everything you could to entice him to hurry the fuck up.
And somehow it works, because suddenly he starts moving faster, a litany of praises spilling from his lips, gasping at the increase in pressure inside you, eyes carefully on your face to any sign that you wanted out. But fuck, your head was drowning in pleasure, as you chased your fourth orgasm. And you began to roll your hips back, forward, meeting his deep thrusts wherever you could feel them.
Something wicked begins to burn in your core, spread threateningly along the muscles in your pelvis. It rises up through your abdomen and sinks down to your knees, wrapping so tightly around them around them you fear the muscles could snap. Your breathing gets shallower, the base of your lungs too cramped by the oncoming storm to fill properly.
"—I-I'm gonna cum," you breathe, everything inside you quickly pulling up fierce and tight, your chest heaving and your grip in his shoulders turning to iron. "—Oh, fuck, I'm g-gonna cum—I-I—" His fingers curl, pressing up hard against something absolutely fucking devastating inside you, and it's all you can do to stifle a sober
It didn't matter just how overwhelming it all was- the overstimulation of your previous orgasms, you needed it. Mando was pounding into you now, and all you could hear was the obscene sounds of where skin met skin, of your moans, of his soft whispered "sweetheart’s" and other reverent praise. You were quickly rolling towards your orgasm, peaking high and you keened, back arching as you finally came the way you wanted, pussy dripping cum as you clenched around Mando, dragging him over the edge with you as you milked his cock.
Things slowly return to you one by one; the angle of his fingers still pressing up tight inside you. The coldness of beskar on the back of your thighs, the solid weight of it crushing down on your body. Your fingers are clamped so tight in his skin, you think they leave deep red marks when you finally loosen them. He slowly pulls out of your swollen heat and holds your thigh open with wet fingers.
You feel flattened. Exhaustion is an incredible inhibitor, so much that you don't realize your eyes are screwed shut when he's pulling away from you. The brightness of the cockpit returns, the air almost feeling fresh in your lungs. You're still trying to calm your breathing when a gentle softness presses against your lips, knuckles dragging against them in a way you can only describe as a makeshift kiss. “You need to rest, then maybe we can work up to five.”
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“Amor…you are incredible.”
Your eyes searched his face as your body slowly came down from its high. Pero was staring at you with such raw devotion, you felt as if more than just your body was bare before him. "Pero?" You questioned and he was quick to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.
You moaned into his mouth and clenched around his manhood, but Pero broke the kiss with a groan that bordered on pain and you looked at him fearfully. "Wha-" You started, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.
"Demasiado pronto, amor..." He grunted and pulled out despite your whimper of protest. "I need a moment...before I can fill you again, hermosa." He panted, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
"Oh..." You couldn't help your slightly despondent tone and flinched slightly at his responding bark of laughter, but were soothed when he brushed his nose affectionately against yours.
"Do not worry, I will not leave you unsatisfied." He smirked as he got up to stand before leaning down to press his lips to yours. Turning from you to search the room, you watched him closely. Your brow furrowed when he picked your dress up from the floor and withdrew your dagger's sheath from your pocket.
"Pero?" You questioned, but it turned into a gasp and then a distressed whimper when you felt his release begin to drip out of your sex and onto the bed below. You couldn't quite explain it, but the thought of not being full of him made your heart ache.
"Mierda..." Pero grunted, turning around quickly to find your tearful eyes focused on his seed spilling from you. He watched in amazement when you sniffled and clenched your sex to try to hold it in. "Tu serás mi muerte, amor..." He groaned as he grabbed the dagger from the table and blindly slipped it into the sheath as he made his way back to you.
He was hovering over your body within seconds, his fingers catching his seed to push it gently back inside you. "There..." He soothed and you moaned at the feeling, eagerly wrapping your arms around his neck as he captured your lips again. As one of his hands cupped your cheek to wipe your tears, the other withdrew from your sex.
You whimpered into the kiss at the emptiness, but it morphed into a shocked gasp at the feel of something cold and solid pressed against your entrance.
You felt him grin into the kiss as he eased the thick item into your sex and the shock of the temperature change had you instinctually clenching to keep the item out, but Pero was insistent as he filled you.
"Pero...wha-" You started to question when you broke the kiss, but your eyes widened upon seeing the distinctive etching on the sheath of your dagger sticking out from between your legs. "Pero!"
"Trust me, amor." He urged as the hilt of the dagger completely filled you. "Let me pleasure you until I can fill you again with my seed."
You dragged your gaze from between your legs to lock on his eyes and found yourself nodding before you could even begin to think. "Hermosa..." He warned and you gasped as he withdrew the dagger slightly before pushing it into you again.
"Yes...yes, Pero..." You breathed as the metal inside you began to warm. Pero leaned down to rest his forehead against yours as he carefully pulled the dagger almost completely out of you before starting up a steady rhythm as he watched your face.
Pero kept his eyes locked on yours as he pleasured you with the hilt of the dagger. With each forward push you could hear and feel his release being forced from your body and you whined at the loss, but the praises and promises to fill you again that he whispered into your mouth would settle you. Your hips moved with the pace he'd established and you could feel his manhood stiffening on your thigh as he drank your sounds of satisfaction straight from your lips.
"Please...Pero, please...I want you..." You panted into his mouth, letting your tongue slide out to lick his bottom lip as you reached out and took him in hand. Swiping your thumb over the tip to gather his seed, you spread it down the shaft and started pumping your hand at the same pace he was using on the dagger.
"Amor..." He growled and nipped at your lips as he pulled the dagger from your sex. Bringing the dripping metal up to your mouth, he watched you intently as he licked a stripe of your combined tastes off the hilt. Letting his gaze flit from your eyes to your lips, you leaned forward and licked at the dagger. You could feel Pero's lust filled groan through his chest as he sucked more of the taste off the weapon and pulled you into a fierce kiss to share it with you.
As his tongue slid along yours, he shifted his hips and pushed inside of you. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrust deep into you. Breaking the kiss to suck in a breath, you turned and licked up more from the hilt before bringing your lips to his again. Pushing the taste into his mouth, you squeezed your legs tighter around him as his hips picked up speed.
By the time the hilt of the dagger was clean, your body was trembling with your impending release. "Pero!" You gasped as a particularly hard thrust pushed you over the edge and your entire body locked up as colors burst in front of your eyes.
Pero tossed the dagger onto the bed as your sex clenched around him. Gripping hard onto your hips, he thrust twice more before spilling deep inside you. You moaned as his hot seed coated your walls and he let his head rest on your bosom.
You both panted as your bodies slowly calmed and you lifted a shaking hand to brush his hair off his forehead. "Te amo...amor..." He murmured against your skin, slowly maneuvering your bodies so you could both fit comfortably on the bed and he could remain inside you.
"Te amo, Pero..." You whispered back as you rested your head on his chest and fell fast asleep.
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A/N: This was…not what I expected! But I hope it’s good all the same!! As always, comments and feedback are love!! (@kiwi-the-first I’m TOTALLY looking forward to your review!) If you have an idea, please send it in!! ALSO, if you guys want this one to continue, please send in some ideas!!
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I love baby’s official “Dad, what the fuck??They take their helmets off???” squeak.
Javier Peña + anger
Daily Thots: Paz Vizsla Edition Pt. 2
Here’s Part 2 of my Paz Vizsla Brat Tamer Extraordinaire! You can find Part 1 here ☺️
You head off to the center room of the covert, searching for someone specific
You find him, speaking with the Armorer about his pauldrons, needing to get his signet etched on them
You saunter over, swinging your hips knowing this moment couldn’t be any more perfect then it was already
“Djarin,” you purr, voice dropping an octave, “how’re you today?”
His head rears back a little, confused and surprised
(Like I said. Everyone knew you and Paz were a thing)
“I, uhh, guess I’m good. How are you?” He responds, trying to be polite
You hear a small huff come from the Armorers helmet and you suppose she probably knows the game you’re playing
But poor, sweet, Din doesn’t have a fucking clue
You run your fingers along his pauldrons, marking the places on them you think would be perfect for a signet
“Here, maybe? Or how about here?? I think it would look good no matter where you put it, Din,” you coo, batting your eyelashes at him
You’ve got a hand wrapped around his biceps and a hand tangled in the neck of his cowl when Paz finds you
His voice booms from the door, full of rage and annoyance
He didn’t expect you to take it this far and the fact that you have pisses him off and turns him on at the same time
He’s going to come up with a good fucking punishment for his disobedient little brat
“Djarin. Why are my girls hands all over you?” He snarls and you momentarily feel bad you dragged Din into your little game
But then Paz disregards you again, pushing you out of the way to grab Din
“Look, I don’t know. She came in here and started talking to me”
Paz growls, low and threatening and you roll your eyes at him
“If you have an issue with someone, have an issue with me,” you snap at him, tone aggressive and full of annoyance
“I came onto him, trying to get him to take me back to his room since you won’t,”
The Armorer chuckles fully at that and Paz’s visor snaps to you, attention fully on you for the first time all day
“What did you say, little one?” He’s deadly serious now, pissed and intimidating
You open your mouth to repeat your words but he hauls you up and over his shoulder before you get to speak
He stalks off, heading towards his own chambers in the back of the covert and you know you’re in for it
He flops you on the bed, as his hard, Beskar-covered body crawls over yours
“Did you need Daddy’s attention that bad? You needed to flirt with Din Djarin of all people?” He spits the name out of his mouth like it’s poison and you nod at him
“I told you, I need you and you ignored me,” you pout, lower lip sticking out
“Well you have it now, baby. But now I have to punish you for being a brat.”
He hauls you back off the bed, yanking your trousers down as well as your underclothes.
“Since this is your first real punishment, we’ll go easy. But be mindful that if you disobey again, I’ll be harder on you. I’m going to spank this pretty ass five times and you’re going to count them out loud for Daddy,”
He lays you over his strong thighs, ass up in the air as he massages the skin between his palms.
The first one catches you completely off guard, the size of his hands encompassing nearly your entire asscheek.
You cry out for him, forgetting entirely that you’re supposed to count until he prompts you.
“One”
His hand comes down hard on the other cheek and you cry out again, squeaking out a number 2 as your ass glows redhot
Again, his hand come down hard on the skin, this time stinging even worse than before from your previous spanks
“Three” you cry out, pussy clenching and surely dripping wet
Paz must read your thoughts, fingers swiping through your folds and he chuckles to himself
“Little one, you must like being spanked, this pussy is kriffing soaking for Daddy,”
The fourth spank comes without warning and you nearly forget to count it out, grinding the number out of your throat as you try not to moan
“Four”
The fifth spank you completely underestimate and Paz chuckles as you jump on his lap and spread your legs wider for him
It lands directly on your pussy, fingers glancing over your clit as you freely moan this time
“Took your punishment good baby, do you think you deserve a reward?” Paz asks, shuffling you so you’re facing him in his lap
You nod, ass glowing red and hot to the touch, pussy soaking wet.
“Daddy thinks so too baby, take your top off and I’ll reward you,” he promises, his armor clanking as he drops you on the bed and removes it
And reward you he does, making you come on his cock over and over again until you’re spent and sated across his chest
You giggle to yourself as you catch your breath, and he asks you what’s so funny
“If you fuck me like that, I might have to be a brat more often,” and you don’t miss the huff of amusement that comes from under his bucket
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Seeking Serenity
summary: Mando, overcome with anxiety in the aftermath of a risky event, needs you to bring him back to reality—and asks for much more along the way.
pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader
warnings: anxiety attack, angst, hurt/comfort, references to death/violence, fluff
rating: T
word count: 2.953k
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Nothing has frightened you more than the sound of a Mandalorian’s voice breaking.
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This is so sweet.
"With a tightness in his chest, Din realized that the colorful painting in front of him was the closest he would ever get to see just how much his face was capable of lighting up whenever he laid eyes on his son."
OHHH MY HEART. 😭❤
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just a little somethin’ somethin’ i felt inspired to write yesterday based on this post by @mandowhorian
imagine Din accepting a bounty for force sensitive artist reader and when he pulls up to her private studio it’s just filled of paintings of him with his mask off because she’s been getting visions of her soulmate..
word count: 1.7k
warnings: none (except for the fact that this is my first time writing anything star wars related so i just wanted to say my bad if it’s absolute f*cking swill)
After three exhausting weeks of tracking her across four different systems, Din had finally managed to locate his latest quarry. It turned out she’d been hiding on a very small moon along the outer rim that was mostly unoccupied except for a handful of villages that were scattered across its lush surface. The tiny hut she had taken refuge in was tucked away deep within the forest and nearly seven miles from the nearest settlement. It had been so well camouflaged by the nest of trees that surrounded it, that Din had almost missed it completely while stalking through the dense foliage clutching the tracking puck that was pinging loudly in his gloved hand.
He’d found her crouched over and tending to the small garden that was planted behind her secluded home, so focused in digging her small hands through the fresh soil and seemingly oblivious to his silent approach until his large shadow eclipsed her kneeling form. The sight of which caused her to turn slowly and face him, only to be greeted by a blaster pointed directly between her eyes as his low modulated voice warned:
“Don’t move.”
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Insatiable - Chapter One: Let Me Taste You
Word count: 7.5k
Warnings: flirting, kissing, use of aphrodisiacs, dirty talk, semi-public groping/dry humping, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of an age gap (reader is 21), mentions of bisexuality.
Summary: Known for your incredible intellect, you’re invited to Dorne to meet the royal family as one of their honored guests. You meet Prince Oberyn, who’s interest in you is immediate and evident. You return his affections throughout the night as the family invites guests for a lively gathering. When you return from the bathroom, Oberyn heightens your flirtatious interactions as he meets you in the empty hallway on your way back to the ballroom.
A/N: oh lord I loved writing this, I can already tell this series will be a handful LOL. This was longer than I originally intended, but oh well, I am SO proud of it! Our promiscuous prince is an absolute sun god that can take me ANY day of the week. Hope y’all enjoy <3
Series Details:
- This series will loosely follow the outline of the show Game of Thrones, but you don’t need to be familiar with the show to understand what’s going on.
- Since Oberyn is known to be a salve for the sexy times, there will definitely be smut in every chapter.
- We are also beginning in a timeline that currently does not involve Ellaria. It’s not that I don’t absolutely love her (I totally do) I’m just more into monogamous relationships personally, so that’s where I’m gonna start. But who knows where this series will go.
- ANYWAYS, without further ado, our gorgeous Prince of Dorne and his overwhelming desire for the reader begins below.
Dorne was a land you’d never seen before but heard many stories of. Its infamous water gardens and tropical temperature was foreign to you, though not undesirable. In fact, the trip seemed comparable to a miniature vacation. Your presence was requested by the Lord of Dorne. After hearing of your intellect and travels, he wanted to meet you for himself. Many did, after all. When you became of age, your father flaunted you about, dragging you throughout the Seven Kingdoms in order to earn wealth and infamy. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, you rather enjoyed being the center of attention, but the trips were long and tedious, and you yearned for a break from your busy life.
“I’ve heard stories of the prince of Dorne.” Your best friend tittered girlishly as she helped you pack.
“Have you now?” you smirked, pulling out another suitcase. The carriage would be here in the morning for your two-day trek. The Lord even sent one of their own; how charming.
“Oh yes, he’s very handsome.” She continued, gossiping as she helped fold your dresses. “And rather promiscuous.”
“And who are you hearing this from, Anya?” you question, humor in your voice.
Anya was two years younger than you, and still in school. She was actually due to be sent away to the Citadel to further her studies while you were gone. However, no matter how talented she may be when it came to her education, she always lacked a bit in maturity, diving into rumors and drama whenever she could.
“Everyone!” she squealed, excited for you and your new adventure. “I hear he fancies both women and men.” She whispers to you.
“It’s not that uncommon.” You glanced back at her, knowing she’s aware of your own sexual orientation.
“I know, but… I’ve just never met anyone else like that!” You grimaced at this. She could be so strange sometimes.
“Promise me you’ll write!” she requests, closing your suitcase.
“Of course,” you turn, reassuring her.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I know, I’ll miss you too. But don’t worry, the Citadel is a marvelous place. You’ll have a great time with your studies.”
Anya nodded, staring back at you before embracing you in a tight hug. She’d never been to Dorne, either. If you could, you’d take her with you, and if you’re being honest, you’re a little nervous for your own travels. This would be there first time you were visiting a new place on your own. After your twenty-first birthday, your father opted out of these journeys. He claimed that you’re grown enough to handle this on your own now, and you are. It’s just new to you, is all.
But that was the other day. Your thoughts have done absolutely nothing to calm your nerves as you continue on toward the foreign land’s palace. Sitting inside the carriage, you scan your wooden surroundings. Your two suitcases sit on the bench across from you, often where your father sat. He was great company on these expeditions, offering conversation and amusement when the treks became long and boring. But now, you had no one. But you can do this, you’re more than capable of doing this. Truly, it’s Anya’s comments that currently fuel your nervousness. You hadn’t been approached sensually by a man in so many years, and of course not while your father visited these places with you. If the prince truly is as flirtatious as Anya claims, you’re in for a treat.
Your thoughts entertain you on and off throughout your journey, along with the books you packed and the drawings you continue to detail. The closer you get to the land filled of flourishing fauna and flowing streams, the hotter the temperature inside the carriage becomes. Your halter dress is ideal for the tropical conditions, allowing much of your skin to breath as the majority of it is exposed. You tie your long hair up into a bun at the nape of your neck. Only a few more hours.
When you finally reach your destination, you’re overwhelmed by the heat radiating from the bright sun. Your home was warm, but nothing compared to this. Glancing out the window, you see the amazing structure of the royal edifice come into view, its large architecture and blooming foliage truly breathtaking. Once stopped, you’re assisted out of the carriage by one of the guards chaperoning your trip. He’d accompanied you on this visit, offering to be your personal aid and security while away from home, which you truly appreciated. While Dorne was a welcoming and friendly place, you’d need a familiar face in order to feel comfortable for your four-week stay. Yes, that’s right. For whole weeks. The Lord planned on inviting many guests to his home, flaunting you as his honored guest. You don’t mind though; a few parties should be fun.
“Thank you, Ambrose.” You smile sweetly, taking his hand as you step down.
A woman descends the palace steps, gracefully striding towards you. She greets you, introducing herself as Milena, one of the royal family’s servants.
“The Lord of Sunspear wishes to see you, promptly.”
“Oh, okay.” You stutter, turning to the carriage behind you. “Should I grab my things first?”
“Oh no,” she laughs, waving a hand as if it was a silly thing for you to ask. “We will have those taken care of for you. Now, if you’ll follow me.” She smiles sweetly, gesturing again with her hand as she silently asks you to follow her inside.
The layout and designs within the building are just as spectacular as those on its exterior. Large, multi-shaped corridors and archways lead you through the palace’s many hallways and open space. Your eyes take in the vivid colors and patterns that surround you; you’ve never seen anything like it. The servant’s pace eventually slows as you reach a particular room, clearly meant for entertaining with its open entrance and sizeable space.
The Lord of Sunspear sits at the far wall, adorning a golden throne sat upon a raised step. His frame is thin, his features dark as his eyes rest upon you. His brown hair is long, but thinning, a receding hairline forming on either side of his temples. Facial hair scatters along his cheeks and jawline, and he wears a robe bright enough in color to match the chair highlighting his royal position. To your left, his Lady sits, bouncing a child on her lap. Off to your right is a lengthy couch, another man half-sprawled out across the lavish fabric. You curtsy, doing your best to be as polite as you are graceful.
The man and woman sitting on the extravagant furniture on either side of you look up, acknowledging your presence. Lady Mellario hands her infant son off to a hand maiden who hurries away with him. The nobleman sitting on his throne nods at your elegant bow, appreciating the sentiment and formality.
“Welcome,” the Lord stands, his harms spread wide.
He walks toward you, reaching out to hold your hands in his. You smile at him, comforted by his gestures.
“We greatly appreciate your visit and are delighted to meet you. Allow me to introduce you to my family.” He leads you over to his wife, his hand on your lower back as he introduces you.
“Lady Mellario,” you grin, nodding to her in a show of respect.
She smiles back, greeting you kindly. You find it strange, though, her quietness. Regardless, you’re turned around to face the other man in the room. He sits up as your eyes meet, standing and walking over to you.
“This is my brother, Prince Oberyn.”
The prince leans down, taking your right hand in his before lifting it and pressing his lips to your knuckles. You stare into his dark eyes, his smirk evident as he greets you.
“Very nice to meet you,” he purrs, his voice low and accent dissimilar to yours.
You smile, sighing lightly at his chivalrous actions and baritone voice. He’s taller than you and has dark features, darker than that of his brother. His jawline is sharp, nearly black facial hair blooming along it and his upper lip. His lean muscle is prominent beneath his yellow robe, exposed by the front opening of his tunic, displaying his smooth, bronzed chest. He seems older than you, much older, in fact. Somehow, this only adds to his attractive charm.
“Well, I would love to entertain, but I must tend to other matters.” The Lord claps his hands his hands eagerly as he speaks, inadvertently pulling you out of the prince’s trance. “You will be shown to your chambers shortly, I advise you prepare yourself for the night’s event. My visitors will be arriving within a few hours. You’ll sit at our table, as Dorne’s honored guest.” The Lord behind you explains, placing his hands on your shoulders.
You turn your head slightly, nodding to him. “Thank you, I’m very excited.”
The same servant that led you inside directs you to where you’ll be staying. You admire your surroundings, the chamber enormous in its entirety. Upon entrance, you notice the large bed off to your left, held up on a higher level than the rest of the room by a large step. The bed is round in shape, decorated with many silk pillows and blankets. Straight ahead is a balcony overlooking part of the water gardens below. To the right sits a work area, a sizeable desk accompanied by a lavish bookcase. In the corner past this is your bathroom. An enormous bath lays in the ground, heated by springs pumped through the palace walls. The entire chamber smells sweetly of flowered perfumes and oils, the freshy cut blossoms sitting in expensive vases also adding to the pleasant aroma.
Your servant leaves quickly, allowing you to bask in the beauty of your surroundings in private. You sit on your luxurious bedspread, holding the smooth fabric of your pillow on your lap and stroking its sheen texture. A breeze flows through the curtains separating the main space from the balcony, the sun’s rays dancing across the marbled ground at your feet. You were right, this trip would not be work, it would be relaxing. Though, Lord Doran did advise you to get ready to entertain, so you decide to do just that.
Your suitcases have been placed next to your desk on the far side of the room, and you open the top one to lay out your dresses, surveying your options. They’re each hand crafted from multiple fabrics, each a different shade and style. You eventually decide on a waist-high even split dress. It’s nude in color and flows smoothly over your body. The dress’ neckline is extremely low cut. The fabric at your waist parts into two sections, one larger and one smaller. The larger portion flows down your backside, while the other covers your front in between your legs. Your skin from your hips down is revealed in its entirety. You’d have to be careful tonight; one wrong move and you’d embarrass yourself for your lack of undergarments. The thinness of the dress won’t allow for anything to be worth beneath it, not elegantly anyway. You were never one to cover up though, especially in the hot sun that hung over Dorne. The attire was quite to your liking. Now within the cool walls of the majestic building, you decide to wear your hair down, fully expressing your beauty. You choose to wear the sandals you came in with, also nude in color as they wrap up your calf.
You’re ready much quicker than you expected. You know you’ll have to wait at least an hour before a servant returns to lead you downstairs and to your seat at the head table, maybe even longer. You scan the room, eyes returning to the last unpacked suitcase. You have time, and it’s only one bag, it should be quick job. Your books are first, and you lean over in order to grab as many as you can. But just as you start to set them onto the bookshelf off to your left, you hear a knock on the door. Your body shoots upright, spinning around just in time to see the large wooden door open slowly. Oberyn’s sudden presence frightens you for a moment, causing you to yelp as you turn. He chuckles, surveying your room as he lets himself in.
“Prince Oberyn,” you blurt out, watching him enter further.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he speaks, turning to shut your door before approaching you. “I wanted to introduce myself again, get the chance to speak with you privately.”
“Is there something wrong?” you ask, your brow furrowing in confusion.
“No,” he smiles, sighing as he looks down at you. “I’d just like to speak with you before our company arrives. That’s all.” He purrs, taking your hand in his again, his thumb stroking your soft skin. You blush at his actions, your gaze faltering as you glance at your feet.
“I want you to know, that when you’re in my palace, you need not address me as prince.” You look up, eyes meeting as he continues. “My title has no purpose coming from your lips.”
His hand leave yours, coming up toward your face, his pointer finger and thumb looking as if they mean to cup your chin. He tuts as his digits barely glide over your skin, deciding against it and lowering his hand. You’re left with a questionable emotion, wishing you’d felt his skin on yours as he backs away from you.
“Were you unpacking?” he questions, raising his eyebrows and gesturing to your books.
“Oh, yes. I figured I had the time.” You shrug, looking over your shoulder at them.
He leans over you, reaching behind you to pick one up, the edge of his robe brushing over your bare shoulder. The prince leans back and flicks through its pages, admiring its detail. This particular book covers a wide expanse of natural poisons among various plants and roots, something the prince studied extensively in his years at the Citadel, reminding you of his infamous title as the Red Viper. He hums as he reads for a moment, then shuts the book and places it back on your desk.
“My brother thinks you are an intelligent woman.” He steps forward, encroaching on your space as his hand flattens against the surface of your sturdy desk.
You cock your head to the side and raise an eyebrow as your confidence returns, assuming his words suggest doubt in your intellect. “And what do you think, Oberyn?” you inquire, trying out his request at the dismissal of his title.
“An intelligent woman, indeed.” He agrees, his voice lowering and nodding his head slightly. He towers above you, peering down into your eyes and tilting his head before asking, “Where did you study? The Citadel?”
You find this humorous, a small laugh escaping past your lips. “The Citadel studies me.” You respond complacently.
“An honor, no doubt.” He smirks, a single finger moving to run over the curve of your cheek. “One I would be delighted to receive.”
The prince’s suggestive remarks elicit a thundering pulse within you, arousal quickly building in your lower stomach. His beauty is palpable, as well as his attraction toward you.
“What do you want to know?” you question, breathing out shakily as he inches closer.
“I want to know what makes you tick, little one.” He mutters, “What makes your cleverness as bright as your beauty?”
The nickname and praise stir something deep in your chest while butterflies erupt in your stomach. Calling you “little one” while standing so tall and robust before you, his age much older than your own, his baritone voice speaking to you so softly, his eyes not once leaving yours… it makes you feel so innocent, submissive… like prey cornered by a hunter.
“Rather flirtatious toward your guests, aren’t we?” you inquire sarcastically, smirking up at him.
He purrs at this, appreciating your wits. “Only with ones as alluring as you.”
At this, you’re speechless. Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re currently out of clever remarks. When he sees your reaction, clearly entranced in his subtle seduction, his smile widens.
“What a beautiful dress,” he grins sweetly in your silence, the back of his hand roaming lightly over the fabric on your stomach as he glances down. His mouth parts slightly, his brow furrowing faintly as he focuses on the outline of your body beneath the thin cloth. His hand wraps around you, palm meeting the skin of your back as he gently places it on your waist. Your heartbeat quickens at his closeness, his curved nose inches from yours.
“Quite a taunting design.” He admits, his eyes shifting to the swell of your breasts. You grin wickedly, reveling in the prince’s full attention.
“As is yours,” you remark, staring at his bronze chest. His robe shifts open even more as he moves, further exposing his toned frame.
“Yes,” he sighs out, the hand on your waist moving up to rest just below the curve of your tits. He leans forward, his lips pressing lightly to your ear as he whispers, “But I could show you more.”
His words send shivers up your spine, your limbs tingling with excitement. It’s been so long since you’ve been with a man that the thought of any sexual act entices you. But with this man? The things you would do to be with this man…
“You said we have time, right little one?” his chest vibrating against you as he hums curiously. You nod, biting your bottom lip lightly. “Why don’t we make use of that?”
He removes the hand placed on the desk, raising it to meet the line of your jaw. He raises his eyebrows as you stare at him, silently wondering if you’ll allow his advancements. You decide to accept, tilting your chin up to meet him. The prince moves slowly, eyes lowering to your magnificent mouth and then closing delicately as his soft, full lips press to yours. His head tilts, nose brushing against your own as he deepens the kiss. You reach up to cup his face, moving your mouth against his in earnest. His facial hair scrapes against the smooth skin of your cheeks as he continues, his wet tongue eventually trailing over your bottom lip. You part your lips for him, allowing his tongue to move between them. An intense pulse floods through your heat as your tongues collide, massaging against each other deliciously. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you feel the prince’s experienced mouth and tongue for the first time.
Oberyn moans into you, his brow furrowing in concentration as his tongue works itself inside your mouth. The hand on your face lowers to your hip, joining the other and gripping you tightly. You roll your hips toward him in response, allowing yourself to let go just a little bit more. A single hand falls to his chest, your fingers twiddling with the hem of his robes and dancing along his smooth skin.
He moves you over toward your desk before bending down to grab the back of your thighs. He hauls you up, placing you on the sturdy furniture and positioning his hips between your legs, his persistent mouth never leaving yours. His strength and forwardness get the better of you as your slick begins wetting your inner thighs. Your legs close ever so slightly, holding him against you. He continues lapping at your tongue passionately, his hand keeping your jaw open for him as he does so. He leans back, his tongue licking slowly over your lips before speaking.
“I want to taste you, pretty girl.” His voice is strained with desire as he continues, “See if your flavor is as delectable as you are.” He runs a finger over your lips, eyes focusing on the supple flesh before flicking up to meet your gaze.
At first, you’re hesitant, unknowing of how far you’re willing to go. You’ve just met this man, and you’ll be staying in his home for four weeks. What if something goes wrong… You know what? Fuck it. You’re on your own and you want to have fun. You’re an adult, and if things go sideways, you’ll handle it. Like an adult.
“I hope you like what you find,” you breathe out, beaming brightly.
He grins, lowering himself almost immediately. He keels on one knee before you, his large hands easily moving the thin fabric of your dress to the side. When his eyes meet your exposed heat, he moans lustfully. Leaning in, he places a single, gentle kiss onto your mound, and you gasp at the sensation. You rest your left leg up onto the chair sitting in front of your desk, offering him an even better view. But, just as he goes in to taste you, there’s a knock on the door.
Your name is called out by the servant who’s been accompanying you, causing the two of you to jump in surprise. Oberyn looks over his shoulder at the still closed door, your eyes finding the same spot. “Lord Doran is requesting your presence. He’d like you to be seated before his guests arrive.”
Oberyn turns his head back toward you, leaning in to kiss your thigh. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shock waves through your hips. He lifts himself from his lowered position, folding the fabric of your dress back to its intended place.
“I suppose we’ll have to finish this another time, little one.” His voice is soft and seductively low as he speaks, his hand cupping your face while his thumb swipes gently over the apple of your cheek.
The grip your teeth have on your lip nearly spills blood as frustration and arousal mix in your veins. You sigh out, yearning for some kind of release. The whine that comes from your lips is girlish and embarrassing, and it makes him chuckle above you.
“Don’t worry,” he mutters. His lips meet yours once again, kissing you twice before finishing with, “I’ll find you soon enough.”
The servant, Milena, leads you down the multitude of corridors within the palace. It’s almost frightening how large the building is and how many twists and turns seem to be around every corner. You make sure to take note of this, as this is where you’ll be staying for the next month. Eventually, though, you’re led to a large ballroom. Its entryway is enormous, truly magnificent. The walls of the opening are lined with blue and gold trim curving around delicate patterns. The inside walls resemble similar patterns and textures, its lofty ceiling upheld by solid, dark timbers. The far side of the ballroom is missing its wall, though, and is instead supported by large columns. The large spaces between them serve as entryways to the renowned water gardens. At the front of the glorious room is the head table, a seat set aside for each member of the royal family, and yourself, of course.
Your name echoes off of the stone walls as you’re called by the Lord, already strutting over to you. “My guests will be arriving soon, please, come sit.”
He shows you to the lengthy table, gesturing toward your seat. The wooden chair has carvings of the Martell House, the ruling family of Dorne’s, coat of arms: a golden spear piercing a red sun. You sit, admiring the craftsmanship as you place your elbows on its armrests.
“Adequate?” he asks, his tone full of amusement as he doubts you will say otherwise.
“Very.” You reply, smiling up at him.
“Perfect. Now, my visitors are very intrigued by you. They’re a neighboring house to ours, the Tyrells, in fact.”
You’d heard of House Tyrell before, but you’d never had the opportunity to meet them in person. The Lord and Lady have three sons and one daughter and were often accompanied by their grandmother, a Lady as well. You’d heard rumors of their daughter, Margaery, being quite infatuated with your intellect and prestige.
“Ah yes,” you sigh happily, “Lord Mace and Lady Alerie. Will their four children be accompanying them, as well as their grandmother, Lady Olenna?”
Lord Doran smirks at your knowledge of the Seven Kingdoms, nodding his head before speaking. “Indeed. I do hope you will share some of that marvelous intellect with them tonight, as well.”
“I’d be happy to,” you sing, proud to show yourself off.
“Fantastic. Our cooks our preparing supper, do you have a preference?”
On this, you think a bit. Curiosity gets the better of you as your mind wanders to Oberyn. If you’re going to dwell in this man’s company for so many weeks, why not get to know him a little bit?
“I’ll have whatever Prince Oberyn is having.”
Lord Doran tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at you, but chooses to ignore his questing thoughts. “I’ll notify our head chef. Please, remain seated while our visitors arrive.”
Sitting patiently, you twiddle your thumbs and hum excitedly. You’ve been in this exact situation enough times to anticipate how the evening will go. Your hosts will serve you a meal, and likely their guests as well, while holding pleasant conversation. Afterwards, many other, less important newcomers will flood the room as musicians begin to play, and more alcohol is served. That’s when the fun begins.
“Quite punctual, I see.” Prince Oberyn strolls into the room, eyes immediately on you.
“Of course,” you reply, watching him walk over to you. “I don’t want to be rude to my hosts by disobeying orders.”
Soon enough, he’s at your side, and you have to angle your neck upwards in order to meet his gaze. He reaches down, lightly holding your chin between his thumb and forefingers.
“I can only hope you’ll be as obedient for me.” He purrs, smirking when your lips part at his words.
Before you can reply, his eyes flitter up to someone further behind you. You turn as well, seeing the Lord of Sunspear’s Lady sit on the far end of the table, Lord Doran then joining her. Oberyn sighs, pulling out the chair next to you and sitting. You’re feeling rather high and mighty, you must admit. You’re sat between Lord Doran and Prince Oberyn, two very powerful men who are honoring you tonight, and for many more nights to come. Sitting at a royal table wasn’t new to you, but it was always a delight.
Once you’re all situated at the table, the Tyrell family is led in, but not before a smaller table is set up in front of you for them to sit at. Lord Mace and Lady Alerie enter, followed by Lady Olenna and their four children. Each smiling and greeting the royals sitting next to you. They take their seats at the table and Lord Doran welcomes them, introducing you in the process.
“It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you all.” You speak, smiling politely. Surprisingly, Lord Mace scoffs at this.
“All,” he emphasizes, rolling his eyes. “Quite disrespectful for you to not greet my family by name.”
“Oh, I mean no disrespect, Lord Mace.” You reply quickly, not wanting to anger anyone. “To you or Lady Alerie. I have great admiration for your family. The studies your son, Willas, involves himself in are very intriguing to me. Your younger sons, Garlan and Loras’ skill in battle intrigue me, as well. Your daughter, Margaery, is renowned for her kindness and grace, something I admire deeply. I also have great veneration for you, Lady Olenna. A woman as graceful and intelligent as yourself is one who truly inspires me.”
Oberyn’s hand reaches for your thigh, squeezing it tightly as you respond to Lord Tyrell. You turn slightly to look at him, wondering if you’ve done something wrong. A grin pulls on the edges of the prince’s lips, a sign to you that all is well, though one that makes you curious, nonetheless. You continue to speak to the family, addressing them each as you make eye contact and do your best to smile and gesture politely. Lord Mace seems rather satisfied with your response, his attitude quickly changing as he begins to enjoy himself. Amicable conversation begins to fill the room as you’re served the first plates of your dinner, banter now interchanging between each member of the two houses. You even get the chance to speak to the Tyrell’s youngest child, Margaery, who is an absolute delight and clearly admires you and your influence. Once you quite down, Oberyn glances at your meal, a questioning look forming on his face.
“Are you watching me, little one?” he questions, your eyes turning to meet his.
“I prefer to taste a man’s meal before he tastes me.” You purr, smirking as you suck a plump cherry tomato into your mouth. A low grumble releases from his chest, his lips pursing as he chews on his lip, his smirk still very evident.
Prince Oberyn’s choice cuisine is rather appetizing. There’s a fresh, green salad laid on your plate, full of tomatoes, cucumbers, avocados, kalamata olives, and more. This serves as the appetizer, of course. The main entree comes in two plates. One is cold to the touch as oysters sit amongst a sea of ice. The other steams below you, cooked asparagus and marinated chicken spreading to the plate’s brim. Finally, dessert comes, your favorite part. A bowl of berries and cherries is set before you. Another, smaller dish accompanies its side, this one filled with exotic nuts. As you’re enjoying the last addition to your meal, you realize something. The majority of the prince’s preferred foods include aphrodisiacs. Fitting.
Your graceful laughs soon fumble into girlish giggles as you consume your third glass of wine. When he began eating, Oberyn retracted his grip on your thigh, but it returns as you nibble on your delectable dessert. The prince leans over to you, and you ease in, allowing him to bring himself closer to your ear.
“Are you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” he asks, his large hand sliding to your inner thigh, his touch tickling your sensitive skin.
“Hmm,” you hum giddily, “Yes.” You beam brightly at him as he pulls a few inches away, still close to your face.
“Did you appreciate the food?”
“Yes, I loved it!”
He tilts his head, smiling at your ever-present happiness. “Which was your favorite?”
“The raspberries.”
When you answer, he looks down. With his other hand, he reaches over, plucking a berry from your bowl and lifting it to your lips.
“Let me see you taste it.” He requests, his voice now a whisper. His mouth opens slightly as he focuses on your own. When you open for him, his brown eyes rise to meet yours.
You keep his gaze when you part your lips, allowing him to feed you the plump, pinkish fruit. He smiles, his beautifully straight teeth shining as you taste the sweet juices spilling onto your tongue, his finger just barely sliding past your lips. When he moves to take his finger away, you close your wine-stained lips around it, gently and briefly sucking on it.
The servants begin taking your food away as the two of you continue your flirtatious actions and inquisitive conversations. You bask under the prince’s attention, his eyes trained on you while you laugh at his continuous comments and questions. You’re each fully turned towards each other now, endlessly engaging in the other’s interests. You enjoy the prince’s outward attraction toward your beauty, of course, but you also adore his interest in you, your mind. It comforts you, pulls you in just that much more.
The Tyrell family stands as additional guests begin to arrive, pulling you away from Oberyn’s captivating eyes. The curtains begin lowering in order to the dim the room’s lighting, the day now turning to night on the other side of the large, stone columns. Candles are lit, and musicians begin to enter the room. Carts stroll in, too, offering appetizing sweets and fermented liquids. The people that come in marvel at you, speaking to you in multiple tongues about various topics, such as politics, philosophy, literature, culture, and so much more. You were quite well-versed in the topics and nearly fluent in each language, and easily held steady conversation with Lord Doran’s many guests. Not only were you knowledgeable, but you truly enjoyed talking about the subjects and brushing up on the many dialects the Seven Kingdoms have to offer. More and more visitors come over to greet you, and you decide its best that you stand from the table to start mingling with everyone out on the ballroom floor. Oberyn stays seated, watching you walk off into the crowd.
“Milena?” you ask, pulling the servant to the side after meeting more newcomers. “Where can I find a washroom?”
She points you in the direction of one down the hall, and you eagerly stride towards it. After, what, four goblets of wine now? You definitely need to empty your bladder. There are perfumed oils at the sink, which you apply after washing your hands. You’re able to freshen yourself up a bit, fixing your hair and makeup and making sure the fabric of your dress is laid appropriately. Once satisfied, you leave the room, intent on returning to the event. Suddenly, you squeal, startled by the unexpected presence of strong hands on your waist.
Oberyn presses himself up against you, holding you from behind as he nuzzles his face into the hair flowing over your neck and shoulder. “You are irresistible, pretty girl.”
You blush, smirking while moving to hold the prince’s arms as they wrap around you. You turn your head, sighing out at the feel of his body against yours. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your skin, his lips brushing over your neck lightly.
“You scared me.” You giggle anxiously. The prince moves against you, leading the two of you a few steps to the side, closer to the wall and away from the center of the hallway.
“Are you still frightened?” he asks lowly, one hand reaching up to brush your hair off your shoulder and to your back.
“No,” you mutter, breathless under his influence.
Once you respond, his hands begin to travel. They slowly roam the curves of your body, wrapping around you as his right hand moves to hold the left side of your hip, his left hand shifting up to cup the curve of your chest.
“Do you like what I’m doing?” his voice is hoarse, his lips now moving to press heated kisses against the delicate skin along your neck.
“Yes,” you gasp, his hand now fully massaging your tits while the other grips your hip. You lean into him, letting your head lay back on his shoulder. A small whimper leaves your lips in your hazy state when he rolls his hips against your backside.
“Mm… those little sounds…” he sighs out, “I’d love to hear them while spearing you on my cock.” You gasp at his words as they send a shiver down your spine. You’ve never had a man speak to you so obscenely.
The hallway leading to the ballroom is lined with small columns, one of which is behind you. Oberyn pulls you backwards, leading you to the small space between the stone pillars, allowing the two of you an ounce of privacy. He spins you around, pushing you back against the curved surface so you can face him.
“You’re incredible,” he mumbles, crowding your body in the secluded space as he holds your neck, mouthing hotly at your shoulder. “So shrewd for a woman of your age.”
You grin, loving his praise and his fervent tongue on your neck. The prince’s hips grind against yours, his length patently hard beneath his robes. His hands continue to roam your body, curving over your hips to grab at your ass. Your hands hold him against you, one grabbing his neck while the other tangles itself in his dark, feathery hair. When you tug on the brown locks, he groans, lifting his head from your neck. You press your soft lips to his, and he responds to you quickly, leaning into the kiss as you move against each other. His hand moves between the two of you, cupping your sex in his palm.
He moans at your soft gasp, the interaction heightening the rate of your pulse. He grabs your jaw, breaking the kiss to stare into your eyes. “Will you let me taste you, sweet thing?”
The nook the two of you are tucked into behind the sandstone pillar offers a bit of seclusion, though not as much as an enclosed room would. There isn’t a single soul walking the halls, though the thrill that someone could at any moment excites you beyond reason.
“Yes,” you reply, panting from the euphoria the prince’s sensual actions provoke.
Oberyn chuckles lightly, clearly delighted in your response as he rapidly shifts to kneel before you once again. His tan hands run up your exposed thighs, his nimble fingers shifting the front covering of your dress aside to reveal your smooth mound. His smirk is evident, even from this angle. His left shoulder lowers, and before you can question him, he grabs the back of your knee, maneuvering you so that your one leg is resting over his shoulder and draping down his back. The parting of your legs gives him much better access to your wanting heat, already slick from anticipation.
“Oh…” he moans out, the palm of his hand running over the smooth skin of your sex and lower stomach. “So pretty.”
He leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your mound, just as he did hours before in the privacy of your chambers. His warm, wet tongue then slides up through your folds, slowly, delicately, tasting the juices he’s been craving since laying eyes on you. You gasp out, the sensation beautifully stimulating against your sensitive skin. You reach out to him, grabbing his hair as you steady yourself above him. He smiles against you, happy at your responsiveness and grabbing hold of your hips. The prince’s curved nose rubs against your clit deliciously as he moves his tongue against you, into you, sloppily licking and sucking your folds as his tongue roams your inner channel. The lusty noises his mouth makes while devouring your dripping core are absolutely obscene as they echo off the surrounding walls. His eyes remain closed in contentment and concentration as he moves his hot mouth against you. You watch him intently, his head rocking rhythmically as he tastes you. His tongue slides out of your sex, traveling up to your tiny pleasure point. The wet muscle dances around your clit before rolling over it, applying pressure and sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh –” you sigh out, throwing your head back, “Oberyn…”
He hums at the sound of you moaning his name, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your hips. The pad of his middle finger barely touches the lining of your labia, gently rubbing back and forth before sinking inside you.
“Yes!” you whine, rolling your hip against his face.
His digit is thick as it enters you, almost immediately curling and applying constant pressure to that fleshy spot inside you that makes you want to scream. His ability to find it so quickly makes your head spin, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He doesn’t even move his finger in and out, he just keeps it there, forcefully pulsating it against your g-spot, wiggling it in a motion that coaxes you forward.
“More,” you whimper, “Please.”
His finger retracts before lining up again, now with his pointer finger alongside it. He shoves them into you, now at a hurried pace as they continue to curl against that beautiful spot every now and then. He keeps his tongue on your clit, flicking it quickly with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it. His mouth suckles on your pleasure center while he pumps his fingers in and out of your aching pussy. His moans match yours, and you love that he’s enjoying this so thoroughly, possibly even more than you. Your pleasure continues to climb, washing over you until it peaks. His hot, wet mouth feels amazing against your dripping core, and you tighten your leg on his back to push him further against you.
“O-Oberyn,” you stutter, “I’m, I’m gonna –”
“On my face, little one.” He breaths out, panting below you. “Cum on my face.” His lips return to your clit, sucking harshly.
His words push you over the edge, and you bite your lip, unwillingly to whine too loudly in the hallowed halls. His tongue picks up its pace, sucking ruthlessly on your clit while his fingers resume their original motions, stalling inside you and only pulsating pressure against your g-spot, flawlessly riding you through your orgasm. His other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you against him as your high comes crashing into you, forcefully filling your veins with pure ecstasy as you cum against the prince’s face. He continues to mouth at you, his fingers and tongue persistent in their application of pressure on your most responsive areas until you’re shaking above him.
He slows down as your breathing calms, easily reading your body’s signals. He pulls his fingers out of you, his tongue now licking languidly at your folds. He brings his cum-soaked fingers to your fleshy lips, parting you with his pointer and middle finger. He angles his head, moving his mouth directly under your wet channel. With your folds parted, he licks into you, moaning at the taste of your creamy pussy. He slurps as he drinks from you, swallowing the last remnants of the sweet liquid your orgasm brought you. Your mouth parts at the sight, the aftershocks of your orgasm tingling through you as he continues to savor your taste before leaning back and bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking the liquid off his fingers as his brown eyes stare up at you. The sight of the prince on his knees before you, absolutely savoring you and your juices, is one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen. It makes you breathless, delirious as you watch him.
The hand on your waist moves underneath your leg, and once he’s licked his fingers clean, he turns his head to kiss along your inner thigh, licking the juices off the sensitive skin there, too. Lust-filled brown eyes meet yours once more while he continues to mouth at your leg as it rests on his broad shoulder. You smile down at him, his mouth and chin now wet with your slick. You gasp out when he sinks his teeth into your flesh, moaning slightly as you try to catch your breath.
“Would you like to share my bed tonight, little one?” Oberyn inquires, his voice husky as his dark eyes stare up at you from between your legs. “Help me to find my release as well?”
“I would love to.” You smirk devilishly, biting your lip as he places one last open-mouthed kiss to your thigh before rising.
ok first of all i didnt "miss" the red flags i looked them and thought yeah thats sexy
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