#Rockstar Boyfriend

[femninedelusions]

Julien Baker being THE rockstar boyfriend of all time

[oursades]

"say you love me, baby"

[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda walks up to Y/N her rockstar boyfriend…

Wanda: look I need to know that what we have isn’t just a fling.

Y/N: it isn’t. I love you Wanda. I love you for everything you are. For your soul.

Wanda: okay (giggles) …look I’m okay if you slept with groupies in the past.

Y/N: Wanda I never slept around.

Wanda: really?

Y/N: yeah. Ask the rest of the band.

Steve: yep. He’s got a good head on him.

Sam: I can vouch for that. True gentleman.

Bucky: I thought your boyfriend was gay.

Wanda giggles and hugs Y/N tightly…

Bucky simply shrugs his shoulders…

[bealtesharrisonmacca]

“Be quiet”

Paul McCartney x reader

Fem reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: smut!, not public but not exactly private sex…?

Summary: You and Paul have to share a bed and things get a little tight, the rest of the band is only two doors away.

The boys manager has asked you to make their next trip as cheap as possible. Even though they are plenty rich, none of them want to spend money on where they sleep, considering they will be preforming or doing press conferences most of the time.

You just booked a little secluded house for them and yourself for their next tour.

But upon arrival you all realize it would have been better to spring for something a little more expensive. The place was very cozy and all, but it only had 2 bedrooms.

The band members run into the house to call dibs on a bed. You follow soon after.

Unfortunately there is only one king sized bed in one room and a little bed in the other.

“Alright lads” Paul said while yawning. “You lot take the king size bed, me and

Y/N will take the other room.”

The others teasingly let out kissy noises and giggles.

“Shut it, I’ll be sleepin on the floor or something” Paul exclaimed firmly.

“Well why don’t you sleep on the floor in here then?” John taunted.

“I don’t wanna listen to yer bloody snoring all night” he answered to no one in particular as he led you out of the room.

The other bedroom was only two doors down from where the others were going to be sleeping. Only room separating l you was a tiny bathroom.

~

You began unpacking your things while Paul was laying a blanket down on the floor for him to sleep on.

You felt sorry for him, although it was a bit funny to imagine him sleeping all uncomfortably the whole night. Wiggling around and looking up at you in a comfy bed.

“Paulie, are you really sleeping on the floor?” You asked.

“Well, there’s only one bed love”

“It can probably fit us both, we’ll just have to squeeze a bit. I just don’t want you sleeping on the floor, you have a big day tomorrow.” You felt yourself blush as you knew you were proposing a bit of an unethical situation. But it could also just be seen as an innocent suggestion from a worried assistant.

Paul walked over to you. His fingers putting your hair behind your ear. Making you blush even more at the sudden forwardness.

“If yer alright with it, then yes, I would rather sleep in the bed” he paused. “With you..”

The words went right to your head but all you did was smile as you picked up the blanket he had laid on the floor and placed it on the bed.

~

You started looking for your pajamas only to remember that you hadn’t packed any.

“Fuck” you cursed to yourself.

“What’s wrong love?”

“Well, since I thought we would all be sleeping in separate bedrooms, I didn’t really pack any pajamas.” You said worriedly.

Paul smiled that smug smile he sometimes did.

“So you really didn’t know there was only two bedrooms when you booked this place?” he said as he approached you.

The butterflies in your stomach grew quickly as he came closer. So close you were almost touching.

“No of course not Paulie” you assured him, but it didn’t come out as confidently as you had hoped.

“Okey okey, whatever you say love”

He smirked and walked back to his open bag and he gave you one of his t-shirts.

“You can sleep in this if you want.“

You thanked him, still blushing. You pulled off the t-shirt you were currently wearing and threw on the one he gave you.

Paul watched closely the whole time. His eyes admiring your half clothed body.

You pulled your pants down revealing your legs completely. Thankfully, his T-shirt was big enough to cover your underwear, although you really wouldn’t be complaining if it didn’t.

You laughed silently at the situation. Here you were. About to share a bed with Paul fucking McCartney while almost naked.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I never really sleep with anything except my brief’s.” Paul said as he was getting into the bed.

“No not at all!” You said, maybe a bit too excited at the news.

Paul chuckled while still eyeing you up and down. He didn’t want to admit it, but the look of you wearing nothing but his t-shirt made him really horny. Of course you were still in your underwear, but he couldn’t see those anyways so he imagined they weren’t there.

You got into bed next to him. The bed was smaller than you thought. Immediately you felt your thighs brushing against his. Giving you goosebumps.

You lay with your back towards him while he was still on his back.

“Paulie, I think there would be more room if you were also on your side” you said attempting to seem nonchalant.

Paul did what you said and so now he was spooning you. Paul’s hand was slightly touching your waist. You could sense he didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but he wanted so badly just to touch you. You were laying pretty close and you could feel his growing boner touching your ass.

In the heat of the moment you decide to subtly yet in an obvious way push your lower body into his boner. Just then feeling how big he was.

Paul let out a pleased moan. He was now sure he wasn’t the only one longing for more. His hand tightened around your waist as he began slightly grinding against you.

His motions were pleasing, but it wasn’t enough for either one of you. You needed something more.

You could feel Paul lowering his hand, getting closer and closer to your heat. His fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of your underwear. Making you squeal.

He retracted his fingers, not sure what your reaction meant.

“No, Paul. Don’t stop, I want you Paul” you whispered.

You felt Paul smile behind your neck as he lowered his hand again. This time tracing his fingertips along the top of your underwear before slipping his hand into them.

You gasped as the simple pleasure of just his hand against your heat. He began slowly circling your clit. Making you moan and yearn for more.

“Yer so wet for me already love?” Paul whispered into your ear.

Before you could ask him he slipped two fingers into you. He pulsed his fingers in a slow pace, letting you relax, before going a bit faster.

By now his erection was poking hard into you.

“You sound so pretty, yer makin me really fucking hard y’know”

His voice was low but firm. Sending vibrations down your neck. You turn around to face him. Sadly making him remove his hand from your underwear. The look you give him making his boner grow more than he thought possible.

Your hand went to his crotch to feel his erection. Paul gasped at the slight touch. You could feel how much he wanted to be inside you. And you wanted it as much as him.

Paul climbed on top of you and began kissing you passionately. His lips touched yours in a way no one ever had. Letting out soft moans between each kiss.

His hands traveled from your hair to the bottom of your t-shirt, well, his t-shirt really. He looked at you to make sure you were ok with what he was doing. You nodded and he pulled the t-shirt over your head.

His lips went back to your mouth to kiss you again. His hands nearing your breasts.

Paul trailed kisses along your jawline, down your neck and just barely gracing against one of your breasts. You let out a delighted moan. Urging him to continue.

But he didn’t continue. You looked up at him curiously. He was sitting on his knees over you. Hands by your head.

You could see what he wanted. You had kept him waiting long enough. Looking down at his briefs as you started pulling them off. You tossed them to the side when they were off.

He was huge. Just the thought of him stretching you out caused you to moan.

Paul smirked as he started pulling your underwear off as well. He went to kiss you again but this time his hand was back on your clit. Your hips bucking at every slight touch. You needed him inside you.

Paul lined himself up, his tip barely brushing against you. You try moving down to get closer to his cock but he then pulled further away. Making you groan frustratedly.

“Don’t move” Paul demanded.

He grabs your hands and hold them above your head. Keeping you still. He used his other hand to open your legs wider for him. You gladly oblige.

“Good girl, now don’t move and don’t make a sound. The boys are asleep just down the hall”

You squirm at the thought of one of them walking in on you like this. But before you can continue your train of thought Paul thrusts into you. A loud moan escaping your throat.

One of Paul’s hand fly to your mouth to cover the sounds you’re making. You can’t help it. You want to scream his name for all the world to hear. He thrusts at a slow pace to keep the volume down, but mostly to tease you. You try moving your hips to get more of him in you but he grabs your hips tightly. Holding them in place and keeping you from moving.

“I said don’t move, you gotta take what I give ye or nothing”

You nod reluctantly. Knowing the only way to get what you want is to listen. And if you were being honest, following Paul’s orders really turned you on. After all you were his assistant so it’s only right he’s in charge of what happens.

His hand is still covering your mouth as he suddenly pushes his cock deep inside you. Muffled sounds escaping your mouth. You arch your back at the pleasure.

You feel your climax building up and your moans and shaking legs makes Paul realize that as well. Right before you hit your climax, Paul slows his pace and pulls out of you. An angry grunt escapes you. You look at him, still longing for a release.

Paul looks at you in a way that tells you he really enjoys keeping you on edge. He quickly flips you over on your front, displaying your ass to him. He gives a few kisses to your back as his hands wanders to your hips, holding you tightly before slamming into you again. You immediately scream out his name, but this time his hand isn’t covering your mouth.

Paul stills inside you at the that sound leaves you lips, almost refusing to move.

“Do you want to get caught? Are you such a slut you want someone to hear you?” Paul says rather loudly before harshly thrusting into you.

“Well then that’s what we’ll do, let everyone hear how good you take my cock”

You shiver at his words. You couldn’t hold yourself anymore. You scream his name through moans. Not bothered by the fact you have probably awoken the boys by now.

He picks up his pace, not letting go of your hips. With every thrust reaching a special spot inside you. The pressure of your climax is strikingly close. Pauls breath tells you he is also nearing his climax

With one last thrust you feel yourself unveiling. You and Paul come together in a blissful mix of breathy moans and sweaty body’s. You immediately feel all your stress fading with your orgasm.

Paul kisses your forehead and you go back to your spooning position. Still out of breath. You cuddle for a while before falling asleep

[fatesmono]

rockstar bf yoongi

✮⋆˙ a.n : hi ! vee here ! this is kinda late but this for my baby boo sugar plum honey pie min yoongi's bday !!

✮⋆˙ so yea i hope you all enjoy !!

✮⋆˙ love yall !! enjoy reading my loves <333

🎸 met him at one of his shows your friend dragged you to

🎸 almost immediately fell in love with him bc of how into his music was

🎸 you kept going to more and more of his shows and he didn’t notice you until the third show when he saw you in the front row again and recognized you

🎸 bent down to you after the show to just chat

🎸“ive seen you here before . . . you a fan ?”

🎸 you explained you were and he invited to his next shows, you kept going to every show you could until he asked you out for a date after one

🎸”wanna grab a drink with me doll ?”

🎸that date turned into more and more until he asked you to be his after a show after singing a song written specifically for you

🎸 brings you to every single show and always makes sure you’re in the front row

🎸 has had to check the fans and his bandmates on several occasions to make sure they know that you’re his.

🎸“flirt with her again and you’ll be walking into the bar with your drumsticks inside your rectum, mkay ?”

🎸 suprises you with gifts after the shows and makes sure to give you a kiss before every performance

🎸 a fan threw him her bra once and he immediately tossed it back and went back to playing without a second thought

🎸 stays up all night the day before your anniversary writing you a song and plays it at his next show, keeping his eyes on you the entire performance

🎸 you surpirsed him with a new guitar for your anniversary and he almost cried then and there

🎸 never fails to reassure you whenever you feel insecure abt the fans being all up on him

🎸 “love i don’t care if it was a supermodel trying to be with me, i want you and thats final.” 

🎸LOVES calling you pet names, rarely uses your actual name, even in an argument

🎸“baby can you pass me the pick with your initials on it ? i wanna play with that tonight” (hyyh yoonkook i miss you)

🎸 didn’t know he liked nicknames until you called him one while hanging out with him backstage, always needs you to call him “yoon” or “yoongs” to help him calm down

🎸 loves the smell of your shampoo, used it once by “accident” and got made fun of my his bandmates while you listened in

🎸“just shut up . . . i smell like [y/n] so thats all that matters, so shut it and play”

🎸will always try and show you just how much he loves you in any way that he can, no matter the cost or energy it takes

🎸“have i ever told you just how stunning you are ? you make me lost my breath everytime i look at you”

[kellynickelsgf]

kelly the second a camera is on him: 🖕🏻😊

there are so many more, I just chose a couple too

[sparklejumpropequeen1949]

MILEY?!?

IM TWEAKING TOM LOOKS SO FINE AND HIS CHEEKBONE

[starry4u]

Girl Dinner !

[whoisclarinet]

need me a younger alex turner type of boyfriend

[leaawrites]

Late Night Talking

Ryan McMahon x fem!reader

Summary: a childhood crush finally developes into love.

Warnings: none

This is part one of three.

Part 2, Part 3, Masterlist

You could see your breath when walking through the cold night in Dublin.

At least that’s what Y/n and Ryan noticed when walking home from band practice. Y/n wasn’t part of the band. Though she enjoyed music, there was little musical talent behind her knowledge of it, beside song-writing. It has always been what connected them. Especially her and Eli, seeing that they were the main writers on the lads songs. Spending nights between words on scribbled papers while the others were sound asleep made them become closer.

Laughing and arguing for hours on end felt comfortable with Eli for her. Though she couldn’t ignore the little voice that would always remind her how she deeply wanted it to be someone else she got to spent so much time with. The boy walking next to her. With his hands stuffed in his jeans jacket and his eyes focused on the road ahead, Y/n couldn’t ignore how her chest tightened and she wanted to smile at the mere thought of him.

Little did she know that the boy was debating whether or not to confront her about her feelings. Not for him, but for Eli. It made him feel scared, knowing that his best friend might like the same girl as him, and had better chances as well. It was a horrible feeling forming in his stomach, when he woke up from their laughter and seeing them huddled close together over a paper. He would watch as she stared at Eli with a sort of admiration he couldn’t quite place and how Eli would look at her while he played guitar. It was like in those moments, no one else existed beside them and he hated it.

The cold air hit her as a car drove by and made her shiver. Ryan, who was quietly watching her the whole walk home, noticed the girls cold state.

“Here,” he said, taking his jacket from his body and offering it to her. “Take it.”

This was his chance to make her notice him.

“Are you sure? Won’t you be cold?” She asked, still she took the jacket from him and snuggled a little closer to the fabric.

“I’m fine,” he assured her, shrugging as if nothing about the cold bothered him.

They continued walking in silence, no one said what was on their mind that night.

“That is mine.” The girl stopped in front of a house just two streets away from Ryan’s own home.

“Okay,” he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

She kept the jacket until the next day. When she came with it on, all eyes were on her. The lads knew who that jacket belonged to and when she offered it back to Ryan in a quiet moment when the boys were busy being idiots once again, he said, “keep it. Might need it again.”

So she kept it.

[rahabq]

[nobody-important099]

Harold.

[allebasimaianunes]

"a maneira que você rasteja pelo céu noturno" ☆ nicholas alexander chavez ☆ namorado rockstar ☆ one-short!

resumo: nico chavez é um puta de um putífero rockstar que está cada vez mais alcançando a fama internacional, mas que é extremamente fiel e leal a sua musa inspiradora (a leitora) ao ponto de adorá-la e devorar ela quase todos os dias - principalmente nas noites e madrugadas de shows, quando ele recebe toda uma descarga elétrica de adrenalina e tesão.

notas da autora: fiquei engatilhada quando me deparei com a foto do meio dele usando essa regatinha no que aprece um barzinho (???) e pensei: "por que não juntar uma paixão e obsessão minha antiga (o rock n' roll) com minha novíssima obsessão nesse macho suculento?", dito e feito!!! saiu essa historiazinha meio suja, meio depravada, meio assim não sei... coisas da minha cabecinha!!! espero que vocês curtam e boa leitura bebês ❤ (!!!)

avisos: MENORES DE 18 ANOS, NÃO INTERAGIR!!!, sexo desprotegido (a leitora usa método contracptivo MÃS se protejam na vida real!!!), uso de apelidos e referência em terceira pessoa a leitora (acho que assim é melhor para minha fluidez na escrita aassim como na composição estética do texto), palavras de baixo calão, o Nico sendo meio putífero e bobão ao mesmo tempo. SEM REVISÃO.

idioma: pt-br

contagem de palavras: 3530

playlist que escutei pra inspirar: deftones mix

Os dedos deslizaram ágeis pelas cordas da guitarra, pressionando-as enquanto a outra mão paletava, arrancando da gibson preta um som rasgado e distorcido provocado pelos pedais que ele pressionava com a ponta do tênis surrado, com a camurça puida e desbotada de seus vans pretos.

Braços expostos pela camiseta de mangas rasgadas com a logo de sua banda, uma camada de suor davam a sua pele bronzeada uma luz gloriosa. Fios de cabelos cobreados pregados na testa, o calor que a pequena multidão somadas ao espaço mínino comprimido seus pulmões já afetados pelos cigarros que fumava, um atrás do outro – era uma espécie de milagre ele ter um puta de um fôlego como o que tinha. Aliás o bendito cigarro estava ali, preso nas extremidades das cordas da guitarra, a fumaça formando uma final linha enquanto ele tocava seu solo.

Ele era um deus iluminado pelos feixes de luz amarelo-ocre, vermelho-pimenta e verde-menta, que se convergiam tocando sua pele, iluminando-a em um prisma magnético de cores que pareciam irradiar dele. Um deus encarnado.

Nicholas sorria deleitando-se do solo da sua melhor música – uma composição sobre um amor sereno que tocou-lhe a alma mas com um sexo surreal de humano que o fazia transcender enquanto fudia, era fudido e tremia enquanto gozava. A letra era tipicamente suja com palavrões aqui e ali e muitas citações sobre sexo, prazer e orgasmos de tremer o corpo. A plateia daquela pequena casa de shows estava em êxtase, muitas eram mulheres loucas para se jogarem naquele homem, porém como sabiam que a aliança no dedo anelar esquerdo dele não era apenas enfeite, a maioria se contentava em ficar estacadas no chão admiradas com aquele homem e jogar calcinhas e sutiãs (alguns usados) no palco. Lógico que haviam as mais ousadas que arriscaram tirar uma casquinha dele aqui e ali quando ele descia para a plateia, encostando em seu rosto, seus braços e peitos grandes, às vezes tentando abraçar ou beijar-lhe.

Nicholas estava acostumado com aquele comportamento, mesmo que muitas das vezes não gostava e dava um chega pra lá nas mãos inconvenientes, aquilo tudo fazia parte da performance do seu eu-artista: uma postura completamente maluca e sem pudores nos palcos, fumando e bebendo enquanto conversava com sua plateia dando o máximo de atenção, às vezes convidando pessoas para subir no palco e cantar com ele, por vezes deixando uma ou outra mão esfregar seu rosto e no seu torso. Tudo fazia parte para um bem maior: quanto mais a popularidade dele crescia nas redes sociais onde vídeos e mais vídeos dele sendo extremamente atencioso com seus fãs corriam, mais aumentavam seus números em suas redes sociais privadas, a da banda e o mais principal: o número de vendas e streamings dos álbuns musicais tinham uma elevação progressiva.

Logo logo Nicholas Alexander Chavez estaria abrindo shows para bandas de renome, se apresentando em festivais até finalmente sair em turnê liderando o Blasfêmius em shows e mais shows individuais. Para ele o que importava era a fama e o sucesso. Mas, mais importante do que aquilo tudo era a mulher da sua vida que estava nos bastidores do pequeno palco, olhando-o com o mesmíssimo olhar de admiração que lhe lançava todas as vezes quando o via se apresentar ao vivo, como pela primeira vez. 

Ve-lo tão concentrado tocando sua guitarra a levava diretamente para o exato dia em que se conheceram: não poderia ser menos clichê do que num show de rock, onde Nico e seus amigos estavam na plateia para apoiar a banda que estava tocando naquela festinha de fundo de garagem. Assim que ele apareceu, alto e musculoso, com uma regata surrada preta, calças largas, tênis pretos, um cigarro entre os dedos longos segurando sua cerveja gelada, o coração da moça (e de mais da metade ali presente) congelou de paixão. Logo veio uma ardência ao vê-lo de perto quando o mesmo atravessou o cômodo da sala, exalando colônia mentolada, desodorante e nicotina; o nariz reto e fino, os lábios carnudos desenhados, os olhos escuros que fixaram nela por minutos a fez entrar em combustão instantânea. Naquele momento que olhos se cruzaram e sorrisos mínimos foram trocados, ambos sabiam que iriam sair daquela festa juntos. Em questão de minutos, Nicholas já estava puxando papo com a bela moça que roubou-lhe o coração e sua noite, a levando de volta para casa em seu carro, beijando-lhe com vontade, apertando-a e mordiscando-a com fome, ficando louco de tesão e paixão quando ela escreveu seu nome e número com uma caneta perdida entre as coisas dele no porta-luvas, dando-lhe um beijinho singelo de despedida com sabor cerveja e cereja misturados ao cigarro que ele fumou durante o caminho. 

Desde então se tornaram uma só carne, um só espírito. Onde ele ia, ela o acompanhava e vice-versa. Foi natural a mudança para um apartamento maior com os gatos dela e as plantas e discos de vinis dele, assim como a troca de alianças e o planejamento para o casamento que viria logo após a gravação do disco deles em um estúdio profissional. A vida deles estava realmente acontecendo.  

E tudo culminava na onda de sensações que eles sentiam um pelo outro, como sempre fosse uma repetição sem fim das primeiras vezes deles… Os beijos sempre tinham um sabor distinto, os carinhos eram sempre confortáveis e as fodas pelos cantos do apartamento pareciam sempre desdobrar em novos prazeres inimagináveis. Vê-lo tocando tão imerso a sua música, os olhos agora fechados enquanto finalizada a linha do seu solo de guitarra, ela percebeu o puta tesão que se encontrava: a calcinha deveria estar ensopada, estava se tremelicando toda ao associar a forma como seus músculos ondulação quando ele a dedava. As veias salientes das mãos esguias até os antebraços pulsava aquele sangue quente dele, a deixando inebriada.

Puta merda, ela precisava dar pra ele imediatamente. 

Mas ela se controlou. O show acabou com uma música final ao violão, só a voz de Nicholas preenchendo cada espaço do local. Era sua nova composição feita especialmente para sua amada – ele cantava sobre uma paixão confortável e que ele iria carregá-la consigo até os fins de seu tempo na terra. Obviamente sua namorada se emocionou nos bastidores, encarando-o com um olhar de pura apreciação e amor por aquele homem.

Nicholas saiu do palco, pegou uma toalha que um dos assistentes lhe estendeu, a abraçou com um braço, carregando-a consigo em direção ao camarim, secando seu suor de qualquer jeito. Sua voz estava rouca e cansada:

— E aí linda? O que achou do show de hoje?

— Você merece o mundo e mais um pouco Nico! Sério! Puta que pariu que solo foi aquele!? Tu fudeu com tudo!

— Fudi é? — Seu tom era brincalhão mas ao fitá-lo atenciosamente, aquelas íris castanhos tão escuras que chegavam ser quase pretas, ela notou um brilho malicioso ali, guardado no fundo, prestes a se revelar. Sorrindo sapeca ela respondeu:

— Fodeu, mas acho que ainda dá pra fuder um pouquinho mais! 

— Que bom saber isso. Muito bom mesmo! 

Riu anasalado, dando um beijinho carinhoso no topo da cabeça dela, apertando-a de leve naquele abraço de lado enquanto iam para o pequeno lugar reservado aos artistas no fundo daquele lugar. Ali ele foi rápido: pegou sua mochila e a guitarra em seu case que um dos assistentes o trouxe, trocou breves palavras com os rapazes da banda, se despediu, pegou sua namorada pela cintura a arrastando até a área de trás da casa de shows, onde o Chevette SL 1980 em seu vermelho brilhoso os aguardavam. Era um dos xodós de Nicholas, um presente que seu pai lhe deu no seu aniversário de 18 anos. 

Entraram e se acomodaram, Nicholas ligou o rádio dando o play no toca-cds que começou a reproduzir o cd que estava nele. Foram para o apartamento entre um silêncio confortável e breves comentários de como estava as ruas naquelas altas horas da madrugada; passaram em um drive-thru para terem o que comer rápido. No elevador ficaram agarradinhos, ela segurando as sacolas com o lanche quente, ele segurando o case da guitarra e sua mochila. Entraram no apartamento sendo recebidos pelos dois dos quatro gatos que tinham, Pudim e Lagosta, e um cheiro morno de casa limpa e plantas úmidas – Nicholas havia regado a maioria na parte da manhã e elas ainda estavam exalando aquele cheirinho refrescante de terra úmida. 

— Você vai querer comer agora amor? 

— Não — Nicholas respondeu enquanto sua namorada ia até a cozinha conjugada com a sala, ainda na porta de entrada, tirando tênis e meias do pés cansados: — vou tomar um banho pra relaxar primeiro… — Sorriu sugestivo, caminhando até onde a namorada estava, abrindo a sacola de papel pardo retirando as embalagens do lanche. Ele jogou a mochila no sofá, se espreguiçou todo sentindo alguns ossos estralar nos seus ouvidos. Encarou ela de cima a baixo: — Se você quiser me acompanhar…

— Pode ir na frente amor, to numa fome daquelas.

— Tá bom, se você diz… — Nicholas soltou meio frustrado, sentindo que sua namorada estava se esquivando dele de alguma forma. Foi tomar banho com a cabeça cheia de coisas, era como se ela estivesse o punindo por algo – na sua fértil imaginação, ela talvez ficou com ciúmes de alguns fãs naquela noite, uma calcinha jogada aqui e ali, uma tentativa de beijar ele… Nada fazia sentido. Saiu do banho renovado, exalando a sabonete de coco e os cabelos com seu xampu e condicionador de capim e limão. Vestiu sua roupa para dormir que nada mais era que um shortinho minúsculo de algodão preto de corrida e uma camiseta preta folgada, indo até a cozinha onde encontrou sua amada devorando seu hambúgure sentada na banqueta da ilha da cozinha deles. Sorriu, ela havia já deixado seu lanche preparado ao lado dela, se sentou e começou a pegar algumas batatas-fritas para comer:

— Carallho, isso é a melhor coisa do mundo, né?

— Comer porcaria em plena madrugada? Sim! — Ela  riu, bebendo seu refrigerante de laranja. Nicholas a observou diante a meia-luz do lugar, sentindo o peito se encher de carinho e desejos por aquela mulher. Típico. Enquanto ela limpava as pontas dos dedos engordurados com a boca, seus movimentos sendo milimetricamente seguidos pelos olhos escuros de Nicholas, ele decidiu falar um pouco:

— Amor… O que você acha que será de nós daqui uns meses… Anos?

— Por nós você quer dizer eu e você, ou nós seria você e a banda?

— Tudo.

— Hmnnn, boa pergunta — ela largou o sanduíche quase terminando no prato, o olhou analisando seu belo rosto, muitas coisas passando em sua mente naquela hora: — pra ser sincera eu nunca parei para realmente pensar nisso de forma, hmnn, sei lá… muito específica, se você me entende… Mas bem, se você quer uma imagem, eu posso te descrever exatamente o que me vem na cabeça agora!

— Okay, fala! — Disse ele se empolgando com aquilo. As conversas aleatórias que eles costumavam ter, principalmente nas madrugadas pós-show, sempre o deixavam empolgado e otimista com os rumos das suas coisas. Ouví-la sempre era uma descarga gostosa de pensamentos novos, sonhos renovados e amores que ele sentia por ela. Ele se acomodou ficando mais de lado, seus joelhos tocando nas pernas dela, aquela intimidade prazerosa que eles tinham e os uniam. Deitou a cabeça na sua mão na bancada gelada, olhando-a com os olhinhos brilhando. Ela sorria enquanto descrevia o que vinha na sua mente:

— Vejo eu e você juntinhos e bem felizes na nossa casinha, uma de tijolos vermelhos com portas e janelas de madeira, um quintal enorme cheio de plantas e uma enorme árvore centenária nela, nossos gatos bem quietinhos dentro de casa, e é lógico… Uma Nicolhas bem fofinha correndo no quintal enquanto você tenta a pegar —

— Uma Nicholas? 

— Sim! Vai ser uma menina com a sua cara! E você vai estar correndo atrás dela porque a sapequinha acabou de pegar a nova composição de mais uma álbum de sucesso que virá, depois dos Blasfêmius terem retornado de uma mega turnê mundial. E seremos felizes. Eu estarei consolidada na minha carreira, bem estabelecida, rica… Nossa filha será um anjinho e você… bem, você continuará talentoso, gostoso e completamente obcecado por mim! — Piscou pra ele, soltando uma risada gostosa que o levou a rir junto dela. Não poderia concordar menos. Ele a puxou para um abraço apertando, sussurrando no seu ouvido:

— Eu te amo pra um caralho viu? — Voltou a ficar reto, pegou as últimas batatas-fritas as socando na boca: — E essas são as melhores batatas-fritas da minha vida, puta que pariu! Não poderia pedir mais que isso! 

Ambos voltaram a rir, se olhando com aquele brilho profundo de amor e companheirismo. 

O ritual para deitar na cama era o mesmo, todos os dias: ela sempre era a última a tomar seu banho mas sempre a primeira a escovar os dentes e fazer seu pequeno momento em cuidar da pele. Ele a seguia, escovando os dentes, passando o fio-dental naquela linha perfeita que era seu sorriso alvo, lavando o rosto com um sabonete em gel para aplicar uma fina camada de loção hidratante na pele sedosa. Os cabelos já estavam secos e meio rebeldes. Nicholas a olhou pelo reflexo do espelho enquanto ela esfregava o rosto com seu sabonete em gel, que espumava branco na sua pele, achando a coisinha mais linda do mundo. Ambos costumavam se vestir com as mesmas roupas para dormir; ela com um blusão antigo dele e a calcinha de algodão. Querendo ou não aquilo despertava ainda tremores de desejo no corpo de Nicholas. 

Deitaram-se de conchinha, ele sendo o maior, encaixando-se no corpo da namorada perfeitamente. Mãos unidas, a bunda dela encaixada no colo dele, a respiração quente e mentolada dele no pescoço dela. Não pregaram os olhos.

Havia uma sensaç��o de dia inacabado pairando no ar quente e tenso. Ela sentiu a umidade no fundo da calcinha, o período fértil voltou com aquela onda cruel que irradiava ondas de prazer que pulsava logo onde ela sentia o volume do pau de Nicholas a tocar. Com a respiração pesada no pulmão e a voz rouca, Nicholas sussurrou atrás dela:

— Amor você já dormiu? — Ele sabia que não, o sexto sentido dele já havia o alertado disso. Sem precisar responder verbalmente, ela apenas se virou em seus braços, os olhinhos pidões o encarando com um desejo instintivo na imensidão daquele quarto onde apenas a luz fraca dos abajures iluminavam seus rostos. Nicholas sentiu um arrepio traçar sua espinha ao passo que suas mãos grandes percorreram um caminho da lombar até os ombros dela antes de se aproximar lentamente para beijá-la.

Beijo molhado, estralado, onde as línguas se tocavam e se lambiam, os lábios se devoraram, as respirações se fundiam, as mãos dele entravam por dentro da blusa, a quentura da pele dela o irradiava um calor surreal, seu corpo grande se sobrepunha ao dela, seu pau duro latejando no short. Sua boca deslizou da dela rumo ao queixo, descendo até o pescoço dela onde sua língua deslizou em movimentos, como se ele fosse um vampiro sugando seu sangue. Ela estremeceu debaixo dele, mãos apressadas indo até a barra da camisa a puxando sem jeito para tirá-la. Seu torso musculoso se expôs, os braços grandes de veias salientes ondulavam a convidando para se enterrar neles. Nicholas fez o mesmo com ela, sendo recebido pelos seios dela que saltaram da peça, convidando-o para cair de boca. No momento em que sua língua tocou o bico do peito dela, ela desmanchou ainda mais de tesão, a calcinha inundou e seus sentindo racionais – que na altura eram pouquíssimos – se tornaram fumaça, dispersando no ar quente do quarto. Ela sentia o pau duro contra o tecido da calinha dela e aquilo a estava deixando louca. Nicholas deslizou sua mão pela lateral do corpo dela, ainda mamando o peito dela com sucção e lambidas, procurando com os dedos esguios a buceta dela. Assim que adentrou no tecido da calcinha, sendo recebido pela pele molhada, a carne fresca e sedenta, seus dedos começaram a rodopiar no grelhinho dela sendo recebido com os gemidos gostosos amolecidos dela aos seus ouvidos e as investidas dos quadris dela contra sua mão, sorriu presunçoso, erguendo a cabeça para olhá-la no fundo dos olhos, o comentário saíndo rasgado:

— Você adora quando eu te fodo com os dedos né sua safada? 

— Sim… Por favor continue… Não pare… — Gemeu, manhosa, segurando o pulso dele para manter sua mão ali. Nicholas sorriu mais ainda, devorando o prazer dela com os olhos. Seus dedos passaram a esfregar mais ainda seu grelho, os ruídos molhados misturando-se com os gemidos e súplicas sem sentindo vindo dela soando como música para os ouvidos dele. Quando ele parou para arrancar a calcinha dela, ela quase choramingou em protesto, mas logo teve sua boca ocupada pelos dedos lambuzados dele com sua própria lubrificação soterrados em sua boca. 

— Chupa.

Ela chupou, babando o indicador e anelar dele que ergueu-se, ficando de joelhos entre as pernas dela, a buceta exposta completamente aberta e suculenta para ele, os olhos escuros entorpecidos de tesão, o pau latejando entre as penas ainda escondido pelo pano, levando os mesmos dedos molhados de volta para o grelho dela onde voltou a mexer, em movimentos tremidos e ágeis que a fez se contorcer e quase gritar de prazer. 

— Isso, geme pra mim! Geme sua putinha! Minha putinha!

Sorriu com deleite enquanto ela contorcia as pernas, a tensão se formando em seu baixo-ventre, aquele acúmulo que o gozo tinha se projetando, ela na beira do precipício do prazer carnal, uma tempestade elétrica se formando ao redor da mente dela. Sem cerimônias, Nicholas parou o movimento abruptamente, os olhos ainda fixos nela que o olhou arrebatada pela interrupção ainda cheia de desejo, esfregando-se sem jeito para tentar alcançar o gozo. Ele a segurou, evitando que ela prosseguisse com o ato:

— Nada disso lindinha, eu que te farei gozar e berrar meu nome! 

Tirou o short, o pau grande de cabeça em um rosa-queimado, quase vermelho pulou para fora, as veias grossas pulsando o sangue que parecia agora estar todo concentrado. A cabecinha molhada com a lubrificação, uma babinha escorrendo do seu buraquinho. Uma cena digna de dar água na boca. Ele bombou o pau antes de se encaixar na estradinha dela, respirou fundo, empurrando-se contra ela em uma metida longa que arrancou um longo gemido gutural dele.

— Porra! Que delícia!

— Mais fundo, por favor! — Choramingou ela, as mãos indo até os quadris do homem, apertando-os, insistindo que ele metesse mais fundo. Nicholas a obedeceu, bêbado de prazer, metendo seu pau o mais fundo que conseguia, a base de seu pau colando nos lábios grandes dela, o barulho de pele com pele estalando escalonando junto aos gemidos que ambos soltavam. Nicholas apertou as coxas dela com força, as unhas curtas resvalando na pele dela, o coração cheio de tesão quase não segurando toda aquela carga que ele levava dele para ele, nas metidas cada vez mais precisas e desreguladas, a cama rangendo, o suor pregando-os. Nicholas queria tanto se unir a ela que quase não descolava-se de seu corpo, que o abraçava em todos os sentidos, apertando-o contra si. A boca dele foi contra a dela, a beijando com sede, buscando-a tê-la para si mesmo, as mãos dela soterraram em seus cabelos, apertando-os na nunca, deslizando pelas costas largas, predendo as pernas ao redor da sua cintura em um enlaço que o prendeu mais ainda.

— Porra mulher! Vou gozar desse jeito!

— Goza pra mim! Goza junto comigo! — Sussurrou contra os lábios dele, mordendo e puxando-o para si. Aquilo foi a ruína dele, o fim que ele precisava para gozar. Meteu mais forte, segurando-a pela cintura para manter ela no lugar, o pau deslizando para fora e para dentro até ele sentir o jato sair dele, a preenchendo com seu leite quente, gemendo longamente, tremendo. Ela puxou o ar, sentiu a onda de orgasmo bater nela na última investida que ele deu contra si, arrepiando e revirando os olhos de um prazer inebriante que esquentou todo seu corpo. 

Ele se deitou em cima dela, o pau ainda atolado nela, quente e macia, respirando fundo. Com um abraço carinhoso, ela envolveu ele em seus braços, beijando-lhe a testa úmida de suor, sorvendo o aroma da pele dele com o sabor do gel de limpeza, inalando o frescor dos cabelos limpos. Relaxados, corpos moles, sensação de alívio. 

Nicholas se ergueu em seus braços, olhou para ele com um sorriso sapeca que irradiava para o brilho de seus olhos escuros:

— Eu te amo meu amor! Voce é a melhor foda da minha vida! 

— Bobo! — Ela deu um tapinha no ombro dele, rindo, enquanto ele se retirava dele para se jogar ao lado dela: — Mas é recíproco. 

— Até na parte que você me ama de volta?

Revirando os olhos, ela se aninhou nele em um abraço de lado carinhoso, a mão dele a segurando na base da lombar. Ergueu seus olhos para aquele homem:

— Até na parte de te amar de volta, bobão!

— Bom saber… Isso meio que me deu uma ideia de uma música nova. 

Começou a cantarolar palavras desconexas para não perder a música de sua memória, soando como uma canção de ninar para ela que sentia-se derreter nos braços dele.

[bealtesharrisonmacca]

Ringo needs more appreciation

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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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