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Whatâs Love Got to Do with It
(oberyn x f!reader)Â wc: 4.6k | other ficsÂ
note: hey yâall itâs me ya gurl, here to defile another prompt with a silly idea <3 Sooo, from the three brain cells that brought you fuckboy!joel and divorced dad rock dilf!joel đŤĄi now humbly present âŚ. Frat bro Oberyn, Aka The Red Viper, aka the Prince of Pong, aka the Slut of Delta Psi (i did steal the frat name from the film Neighborsâin which they do sing a line from Creed in their frat chant, so in some twisted way, theyâre kind of all connected right??)Â
I fear this may have just been funny to me so feel free to skip, but thank you to everyone who tolerates my shenanigans <3.Â
ANYWAY, The lovely @baronessvonglitter bestowed upon me Oberyn x Whatâs Love Got to Do with It for fucktober (happy belated bday babe) but naturally, i made it weird. Thanks to @sunshinehaze1 for reminding me that modern AUs exist when I got scared of the GOT universe and to @auterdelabre for reminding me that the answer is always fuckboy. Donât blame them for anything else.
Summary: You attend a fraternity toga party, and you catch the eye of Delta Psiâs notorious Red Viper. He shows you how he got the nickname and then he shows you something else heâs known for.Â
tags/warnings: explicit 18+ smut, alcohol/partying, gratuitous flirting, piv, fuckboy behavior aka on to the next one, infidelity, i couldnât bring myself to write his dialogue in frat bro⢠âaka i didnât fully commit to the bit bc that man just had to be smooth and had to fuck no matter what universe i put him in, apologies if that ruins your immersion in my pwp, per usual: no y/n, f!reader is able bodied otherwise no specifics, unprotected piv as if itâs no biggie because itâs fiction (donât do that irl), no beta/limited proofreading sorry for all mistakesÂ
âOh my god, thatâs him!â Your best friend shouts into your ear as you walk down the sidewalk. You blend into the sea of toga-clad college kids, sandals slapping against the pavement. Liv leans on you, pointing out the guy sheâs talking about. You can hear the music pouring out into the street and people inside yelling and chanting over someone doing a keg stand or something equally as exciting and alcohol-related, you assume.Â
The guy she pointed out is leaning casually against the banister, letting some ripped blond dude entertain him on the porch. âThatâs the guy your roommate was talking about?â you question your friend. Liv agrees with a smile as you walk towards the front steps.Â
Everyone else on the porch looks like a frat bro wrapped in a wrinkly bedsheet, but for some reason, he seems almost godlike. Heâs luminous under the warm lights. As if he knew you were checking him out, he turns his head just as you walk past, and his eyes sweep over you, making your face hot. Something sparks between you before he turns away, taking a swig of his drink.Â
Liv had given you a rundown on what to expect at your first Delta Psi party. You had argued that you knew what college parties were like. You transferred this quarter as a senior, and you just didnât have Greek life at your other school or your best friend to convince you to go out. But now, youâre here, dressed up and entering a party that really does feel a little more intense than the ones back at your small-town university.Â
Livâs roommate had given you the rundown on the guys she knew in the fraternity, but you didnât pay much attention to her descriptions. You figured there was no way a Brad, Dylan, Connor, or a Brent would actually be hot. And then, when she started with the ones with nicknames, you completely checked out after Viper and Rooster. It has to defy the laws of nature for a frat bro that goes by Rooster to be able to find your clitâeven if he IS hot.Â
Yet, now you realize you might be eating your words because you get it. You were too quick to judge, whoops. âWhich one was that?â you ask in Livâs ear as you both make your way through the people sloshing drinks and dancing.Â
âViper!âÂ
You canât help the immediate grimace that emerges on your face. âThatâs so douchey!â you shout back over the noise before she pulls you down a hall toward that kitchen. She leans in close to your ear, telling you that her roommate swears she got the best head of her life from him. âNo fucking way,â you argue.Â
âWay,â she smirks back. âHeâs got a girlfriend now, though. Theyâre, like, totally in love, itâs all over social media.â She mocks puking at the idea, and you share a laugh.
You explore the party together. The house is huge; one room on the main floor is blasting EDM, and another is blasting top 40 hits. There are a couple of beer pong tables in the backyard and a detached garage filled with stoners on old couches giggling to themselves. You know that Liv is itching to park her ass on one of those sofas and find a girl or guy to whom she can woo with her French inhale and makeout with for the rest of the night.Â
But, sheâs a loyal ass bitch who wouldnât abandon you. You circle back through the house. You spend a little while dancing together and taking your time to see if thereâs anyone else who catches your eye. Nobody really sticks out to you in the first room until you catch his eyes again. You have to do a double-take as you circle your waist and roll your body against Liv.Â
Heâs semi-shrouded in the corner; with the dim lighting and the packed house, it would be easy to miss the two of them altogether. But when the girl clinging to him turns around to grind her ass against him, he locks eyes with you, and you swear that fucker winks at you before a group of girls prance into the room, shouting oh my god, itâs our song! You try to shake it off. You were definitely just seeing things with the lights.Â
You signal to Liv, and she follows you into the other room. You dance together a bit longer. She offers you a swig from her rhinestone-encrusted flask, but you turn her down, staying sober tonight. You feel euphoric enough with the strobe lights and the thrumming bass from the EDM remixes blasting in the room.Â
You turn down a few wasted white dudes who try to dance up on the two of you. Too drunk. Not your type. Too handsy. Youâre not afraid to punch a man in the throat or the nuts if they donât get the hint, but they back off when you give them a gentle shove and a shake of your head. The most recent suitor is turning and scoping for another girl to approach when you see him again.Â
Heâs moving towards you, looking right at you, but thereâs no girl on his armâor crotch, now. For some reason, it makes you feel too hot. Youâre sweating from the dancing anyway, so you ignore the electric look in his eye that makes your clit twitch and grab Livâs arm to make a dash for the backyard to get some fresh air.Â
You debrief with each other and come to an agreement. You tell Liv to do her thing, urging her to head towards the couch with the skater dude wearing the toga made from a dinosaur patterned sheet and the high-top vans. She agrees to text you if she plans to relocate or wants to leave before you finish taking another lap around the party.Â
You sort of lie to her, claiming someone inside caught your eye. They did, but you arenât planning to do anything about it. Instead, you part ways and head back through the house, past the pledge posing as a bouncer at the front door, and onto the front porch. The music is still loud, but itâs quieter out front. People still trickle in and out of the party. You stare out at the night sky, searching for the moon. In your own little world, youâre basking in your own peace.Â
âI havenât seen you here before,â a rich, velvety voice washes over your shoulder. It should make you jerk away, give you goosebumps, and raise your hackles. But, instead, the interruption stirs liquid heat in your core and makes your nipples hard. Because itâs him.Â
You turn your head and confirm. Heâs so close to you.Â
âYou know every girl here?â you challenge him.Â
âI know the ladies and gentlemen that pique my curiosity,â his voice is so smooth. Heâs a charmer, for sure. He offers you a drink, holding out two plastic cups in one hand. The size of his hand does make you tingly, but his smile falters when you shoot him one of your signature dirty looks.Â
Before he can ask about the look, you take one of the cups, give him a cloyingly sweet smile, and pour it out over the railing into the grass below. The tail of his brow quirks, and he gives you a sly smile that widens into a grin and a full-chested laugh. âOops,â you mock.Â
âYouâre a bold woman,â he muses, âI like that.âÂ
He doesnât back down after you toss out his drink. He doesnât take it as a rejection. He understands when you explain you donât take open drinks from strangers at a frat party, but you roll your eyes hard when he gloats about not needing tricks or drugs to find a lover.Â
He banters with you as he downs the remaining drink. Heâs quick, with sharp wit and a devious smile. You canât keep your eyes off his exposed chest, his arms, his neck, his eyes. Itâs still confusing how he can look so regal, whereas everyone else in the party looks a littleâŚgoofy? Cliche? He pulls you back to the present, asking for your name before he gives you his.Â
âThey call me âthe Red Viper,ââ he gives you a provocative grin like he knows exactly how hot he looks, even with a bedsheet draped over his shoulder.Â
You play into his hand, âIs that some kinda of euphemism?â Feeding his ego with a suggestive arch of your brow. Maybe youâre bold, but you donât think heâs the type to be deterred by a confident woman. In fact, it seems to make him glow even brighter.
His voice lowers, dripping with an enticing challenge, âAre you looking to find out?â he asks.Â
His jaw quirks, and youâre mesmerized watching him suck at his lower lip. It looks so perfectly plump and kissable, curling into a smirk as his eyes gleam with mischief. âCome,â he beckons for you to follow him deeper into the party.Â
âI thought you had a girlfriend,â you say stiffly, remembering what Liv had said as you walked in. He looks at you curiously before shaking his head lightly.Â
âYou mean Cora? From earlier? Sheâs not my girlfriend. We were just dancing.âÂ
âNo,â you shake your head, âI heard itâs all over social media. That youâre loved up.âÂ
âOh, so youâve heard of me?â he gives you that cocky smile that absolutely shouldnât work but somehow makes you feel warm like youâre laying on the warm sand on a beach listening to the waves crashing. You donât say anything else, and he leans in a little closer, âWhatâs love got to do with it?â he asks huskily. Dangerously.Â
It makes you shudder with something warm and twisted.Â
âNow,â he guides you gently but firmly, âCome.â You need him to stop saying it like an order before you do.Â
You let him walk you through the party. Weaving through the boisterous crowds. They part easily for him, clearing a path like heâs royalty.Â
âThey call me âthe Red Viperâ because I���m lethal at any game involving a red Solo cup.â He murmurs it into your ear like itâs a sexy secret.Â
You laugh brightly at that, giving him a gentle shove. âThatâs the lamest thing Iâve ever heard!âÂ
He gives you a coy shrug. âItâs the truth.â He leads you into the backyard, towards the beer pong tables. âIâll show you,â he says just for you to hear. The string lights illuminate the yard in soft light; however, the mood is anything but romantic, with the drunk cheering college kids taking their drinking games very seriously.Â
You watch, amused, as one team high-fives each other over their trick shot. At another table, both teams heatedly argue about âhouse rules.âÂ
âItâs the prince of pong!â one of his fraternity brothers shouts across the lawn. He gives you the most dramatic I told you so glance, and you mouth âlameâ back at him. He calls ânext game,â and as if he were their lord, one table immediately clears out, forfeiting in a demonstration of fealty.Â
âLadies first,â he offers once heâs set up all the cups to his liking. Heâs so arrogant about it, and it shouldnât turn you on, but it absolutely does.Â
You grin across the table at him. âYouâre on.âÂ
Heâs merciful at first. You land a few cups, giving you enough confidence to talk shit and tease him. But it rapidly becomes apparent that heâs a man of his word as he easily picks off every cup on your end of the table with precision. Â
Despite your rapid descent towards a loss, you eat up his charm. His magnetic energy. He makes the rest of the party disappear when he looks at you. It makes your heart tingle and your pussy flutter. Heâs a gracious winner, only gloating a little as he reracks the table and offers it up to other party-goers.Â
âAlright, Viper, you won. You can retain your title.â You admit defeat as he slinks up close to you, ushering you along to the side of the house, only a few steps away but more secluded from the rest of the party.Â
âAnd now, will you allow me to claim my prize?â he asks in his smoky, deep voice.Â
Despite his clear intentions, you feign confusion as he wraps one wide hand around your waist and tilts your chin towards his face with the other. âI didnât know we were playing for stakes,â you smile brashly. Your skin blazes under his touch and his seductive gaze as his eyes drop to your mouth.Â
He starts to dip towards you, but you swerve away from him. Itâs on the tip of your tongue to ask again if heâs in a relationship. He growls softly, almost a purr, next to your ear. âWhatâs wrong, my lady?â he murmurs. The intimacy of it is heady, and your surroundings fade.Â
You want to take whatever heâs offering, no questions, so instead you whisper, âTell me your real name.â
He sighs softly before giving in and telling you his name.Â
âOberyn,â you repeat back, âthatâs unique.âÂ
He starts muttering about how heâs an international student, but youâve got all the info you needed. Now you donât have to add a guy named Viper to your mental list of hookups.Â
âI like it,â you cut him off before slotting your mouth against his and making up for ducking out of his last attempt at a kiss with your eagerness. He wraps his arm around you, and youâre transported. One large hand presses against your lower back, urging your hips toward his, and the other cradles your jaw, giving you a sense of stability as he matches your ferocity.Â
You briefly wonder if youâd have melted if he wasnât holding you so tightly before your thoughts are consumed by the sensation of his lips against yours and his tongue running along yours. Itâs not a kiss you wouldâve expected from a frat guy. Itâs romantic and passionate, and you feel your body rolling against his, caught up in the sensation and intensity.Â
You keep going, letting yourself enjoy the moment, eating up the flavor of him, the scent of him, and the throbbing intensifying between your legs. You slip one of your hands along the back of his neck into his soft hair, and he groans into your mouth. It makes your knees weak.Â
You chase his mouth as he pulls back and looks into your heavy-lidded eyes. Sharing the hot air between you, it feels like a current is looping through your bodies, buzzing with need.Â
âLetâs go upstairs,â he urges in a gravelly whisper. You can feel him hardening against you. His hand on your back is firm, keeping you flush, pelvis to pelvis, making you nearly dizzy. However, his hand on your jaw is gentle, brushing his thumb along your cheek sweetly. You still canât help goading just a little.Â
âWhat for?â you ask playfully.Â
âTo fuck.âÂ
It makes your cheeks hot. Maybe there should be red flags popping up in your mind, but you donât care. He likes a bold woman, and you like a direct man.Â
âUnless youâd rather do it in the grass here,â he tilts his head toward the ground. You act like youâre considering the option seriously, making him laugh before he releases you from his arms. âDonât tease,â he says with a severe look, âIt wouldnât bother me.âÂ
Me either, you consider before deciding not to say that part aloud. You tell him to take you to a real bed, and he does. Swiftly guiding you into the house and up the stairs, past the pledge guarding the rooms, and into his bedroom. He spins around, pinning you against the door for another searing kiss. Itâs more urgent this time. Heâs quickly moving to your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your tender skin as you both greedily run your hands along each otherâs bodies.Â
Before you can get your hands under his toga, heâs detaching from you and sinking to his knees. He moves efficiently, bunching up your toga and asking you to hold it. Then heâs hovering his hot mouth over your mound before kissing you over your lacey panties.Â
âMmm,â he hums into you and traces the crease of your thighs with one hand, following the line until heâs softly running his fingers along the edge of your panties, the tips of his fingers barely dipping beneath the hem as he moves towards your core. You watch, staring down with your mouth parted as he holds your gaze.Â
He teases you, running his fingertips along your seam over the soaked fabric, tapping and teasing at your swollen clit through the fabric as he watches your needy expression morph into frustration. You shift, spreading your legs wider, but he stops you with a large hand on each thigh.Â
âHold still,â he orders, and you feel compelled to listen. He pulls your underwear down and off of you, then hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading your cunt open. âThatâs better.âÂ
You canât tell if heâs talking to himself or to you. You donât have a chance to ask before heâs burying his face into your soft, wet pussy. Your breath hitches at the sensation and one of your hands flies out to grab at the door frame to steady you, while the other one digs into Oberynâs hair.Â
Heâs unbothered by your dramatics. Oberyn moves with enthusiasm, drawing his tongue along your slit and pressing into your sex with his jaw. His facial hair tickles at your tender skin deliciously and his nose grazes over your clit as if his face were molded to maximize your pleasure. He changes his strategy, mouthing at your clit and sweeping his tongue over it like heâs making out with it, with the same passion that he kissed you with outside and a moment ago.Â
You can feel it starting to build. Your hip flexors straining and thighs starting to tremble as your breathing gets quicker and more shallow. Closer and closer and closer. Heâs perceptive and diligent. Repeating the same tricks that make you moan and dig your fingers into his hair.Â
Youâre stuck on the precipice, so close but not quite there. Your eyes roam around the dimly lit room, the bed, the bookshelf, the tapestry pinned to the wall, the collection of cologne bottles lined up on the desk, the mirror on top of the deskâpointing right at the bed.Â
It starts to frustrate you. Not the decor choices, but the tension and the building pressure. You squirm slightly, hoping the smallest adjustment will somehow bring everything into a sharper focus. You let your eyes close, letting the roar of the party downstairs fade, focusing on the pressure and warmth of Oberynâs mouth.Â
More, more, more.Â
Itâs all you can think as Oberyn stays dedicated to getting you off on his tongue. He sucks firmly at your clit before releasing you with a slick sound. He hovers, mouth fanning warm air over your core looking up at you. His eyes are lit with hunger. Â
âMore?â he asks in his deep, rich voice.Â
You canât tell if you were chanting out loud or if heâs somehow reading your mind. âPlease,â you respond with a needy edge, âmore.â You catch the sparkle in his eye and the flash of a grin. He works you up again, towards the brink, relishing in your responses as you whine with need as he resumes holding you in a purgatory of pleasure.
Mercifully, he does give you more. Oberyn grips your thigh with one hand, steadying you, while he swipes two fingers along the length of your pussy once, twice, coating them in your arousal before plunging them inside of you. The increased pressure and friction from his fingers pumping into you causes you to moan. Itâs a lower register than your breathy panting from earlier, layered with satisfaction as you can feel the anticipation starting to crest.Â
âDonât stop,â you beg, âIâm so close.âÂ
He doesnât stop, groaning at your words, rumbling against you. That snaps the tension and you cry out his name and a string of curses as your orgasm hits. He doesnât slow down when your cunt contracts around his fingers and he doesnât lose focus when you shake and writhe against mouth. Not until youâre pulling him off of you, oversensitive and wrung out. Â
Oberyn stands, wiping at his chin before pulling you in close for another breathtaking kiss. He walks you back toward the bed and you fall into it, pulling him with you. You tangle together, frantically, you want him inside of you now. He laughs softly against your hot neck, sensing your frustration.Â
âShh,â he murmurs as you huff with defeat. He moves deftly, braced over you with one arm, and freeing his cock with the other. Your hands stroke up and down his shoulders and back, and you hook one leg around his hip, encouraging him. âYou want me to fuck you now?â he asks and you whisper a yes that turns into a gasp as he runs his tip through your soaked center. âAnd how do you want it?â
âHard.âÂ
âYeah,â he agrees, sinking into you deeper and deeper, and pulling back, all the way out, then all the way in. âFuck,â he says to himself as he sets a quick pace, slaming his hips into yours making the bedframe creak with every thrust. If the noise from the party didnât drown everything else out, you might be embarrassed to have strangers over hear, but you would be surprised if anyone could hear a thing. And, even if you were louder than the party, you could care less about being caught as Oberyn fucks you into the mattress.Â
âHarder,â you goad him, hoping for more. To your horror he pulls out of you completely, but you swiftly find yourself flipped onto your stomach as he lifts your hips and enters you from behind. You press back, meeting his thrusts, bouncing off of his hips until he presses his palm between your shoulder blades. He forces your chest into the mattress, holding you still so he can fuck you like he means it, with enough force that all you can do brace yourself and ball your fists, twisting the bedding between your fingers.Â
With your cheek against the bed you can watch your reflection in the mirror. Itâs hot, even with your togas draped and bunched up, you look good together. It makes you grin. He catches you looking and turns, meeting your eyes in the mirror before watching your bodies. He grips your hips firmly and you can barely keep your eyes open to watch as he continues.Â
He overwhelms you with his stamina, keeping up a pace that has your mind feeling blissfully fuzzy. He says something else before folding over you and slipping his hand around towards your clit, determined to feel you come around his cock. Youâre so close already, itâs only a moment, a few more thrusts, before shuddering beneath him. He tries to fuck you through it, but you clench and constrict around him so tightly that he pulls out while youâre still moaning.Â
You can hear the slick wet sounds as he strokes himself, cursing under his breath again, before you feel the warmth as he comes across the swell of your ass and your fluttering cunt. You sink, dropping your hips and relaxing onto the bed while he catches his breath. Oberyn squeezes at your thighs, offering praise you donât quite hear, then heâs slipping off the bed. He cleans you up with a towel, but you remain still for a little longer, enjoying the satisfaction and the sweet ache from the intensity.Â
âTake your time,â he tells you, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder. Itâs gentle. You murmur a thanks at him before breaking into an airy giggle. It makes your ribcage shake, bouncing slightly on the mattress, realizing that Liv is going to die when you tell her you can confirm her roommates story. Oberyn doesnât question your reaction.Â
He pauses to readjust his toga and his hair in the mirror. Once seemingly satisfied, he turns back towards you, watching you sit up. âIâll see you out there,â he says with a smile before he slips out of the room.Â
You linger for just a little. Allowing yourself the privacy to revel in the sweet satisfaction of the post-sex chemicals flowing through your body. You let yourself grin while you check your phone to see where Liv is at.Â
You take another minute, using the mirror to fix your own appearance, aiming for a slightly less obvious version of I just got railed, before meeting your own eyes. For a sobering second you remember you didnât get a real answer about if he has a girlfriend. He sure as fuck doesnât act like it, you decide. You shake off the thought.Â
He might be a frat bro, he might be a piece of shit, all you know for sure is that he is hot, a good kisser, and he knew how to make you come. Three things you didnât think youâd find in one guy under this roof. You give yourself a final onceover before heading out of the room and down the stairs.Â
You donât see Oberyn in the first few rooms you pass. You keep looking; he couldnât have gone far. Youâre barely finished that thought when you spot him in the kitchen. The sight makes you stumble, shooting a hand out to the wall to catch your balance.Â
Heâs leaning casually, with his hip against the counter, as a starry-eyed girl looks up at him, giggling flirtatiously, as she lays a hand along his bicep.Â
Itâs in slow motion. The way he looks at her hand, the way his eyes trail along her arm, over the curve of her breasts, and down her legs before flitting back to her face with that same sinful smirk you just fell for.Â
Your shoulders drop. Itâs not like you were planning your wedding or that you even thought a date was on the tableâbut you didnât think heâd be on to the next girl before you made it down the stairs.Â
You start to recenter yourself, reaching to check your phone again before you look for Liv.Â
He sees you before you can mind your business and plan your next move. Catching your eye through the doorway. Before you can formulate a reaction, youâre stuck, held in his gaze. He winks at you again, only this time thereâs no question if you were making it up. He winked at you and despite everything, it makes your whole body tingle.Â
âI saw that!â Liv shouts into your ear, wrapping an arm around you. âYou have to tell me what the fuck that was about. But first can we please get pancakes or cheese fries?â
You donât bother turning back for a second glance as you follow Liv toward the front door.Â
You must understand though the touch of your hand
Makes my pulse react
That it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl
Opposites attract
It's physical
Only logical
You must try to ignore that it means more than that
Oh, oh, oh
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
âŚ..
tags for babes, but no presh:
@lovely-vamp-princess
@gothcsz
@auteurdelabre
@adoreyouusugar
@swankyorange
@itwasntimethatdidit40
@ivoryandflame
@magneticecstasyÂ
#fucktober#birthday baroness#oberyn x f!reader#oberyn martell x f!reader#oberyn martell smut#posting at 3 in the morning my time as per usual
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delicate
pairing: modern!Oberyn Martell x f!reader
word count: ~3.9k
summary: You meet a mysterious man at a club. He's just as attracted to you as you are to him.
warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), alcohol consumption, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, very soft dom!Oberyn, protected p in v (who am I), dirty talk, fingering, anal play (m receiving), a hint of angst, romance because I can't help myself
a/n: written for @dancingtotuyoâs on repeat drabble challenge, based on the song delicate by taylor swift. this is honestly just feral, i have nothing to say for myself.
dividers as always by @saradika-graphics <3
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Lights are flashing, colors dancing over the exposed skin of your arms and shoulders; the bass is pumping, making your whole body feel like itâs vibrating from within. Youâre clinging to your friend, your arms intertwined as you navigate your way through the crowd of people to the bar.
You first see him as youâre gulping down your drink, welcoming the cool liquid in your parched throat. Your eyes are observing the crowd, flying over him and then flickering back to take a second glance.Â
Heâs gorgeous, his dark hair a mess, a beard framing his face, his skin shining under the lights. Heâs wearing a shirt that flows around his body, threads of gold weaving through the fabric and reflecting the dancing lights. Itâs almost entirely undone, giving you a generous look at the expanse of his toned chest, at the sun-kissed skin that you feel a sudden urge to run your fingers over. A massive gold chain with a lock hangs around his neck, an accessory that youâre convinced would look absolutely ridiculous on anyone else. But on him, it somehow only accentuates the strong cords of muscle that ripple under his skin in a way that makes you want to lick your lips.Â
He moves with a confident ease, his body in tune with the stomping beats, his whole being exuding an almost cocky self-assuredness. You keep drinking him in, fascinated in a way that you can barely understand. You realize that youâve been staring when your friend follows your line of sight and you hear her quiet gasp beside you.Â
âHavenât seen that one around before,â her voice floats into your ear over the music and you shake your head in silent agreement. Youâd definitely remember if you did.Â
You both watch him move with the body of a woman next to him, watch him bend down to whisper something into her ear, watch the way his lips curl into a smug grin as she grinds against him in reaction to his words.Â
âToo late, I guess,â you laugh, downing the rest of your drink and tearing your eyes away.Â
The two of you head back into the crowd, swaying your bodies to the beat. You try to get lost in the feeling of it, but your eyes keep searching for him, hungrily grasping at the glimpses of him that you can spot. Eventually, you watch the retreating backs of both of him and the woman head toward the exit, their bodies closely intertwined. Like you said, you try to shrug it off, too late. Itâs not a big deal, thereâs more than enough other guys around you.Â
But you donât go home with any of those guys, none of them able to catch your interest the way he did, and when you lie in bed in the early morning hours, your head pleasantly buzzing with the remaining alcohol in your bloodstream, you still see him behind your eyelids.Â
A few weeks go by and while you hope to catch him every time that youâre out, thereâs no trace of him. It isnât until your friendâs birthday celebration, a tradition that the two of you have kept up for years, that you see him again.Â
Again, youâre leaning against the bar, your eyes aimlessly drifting over the dancefloor while youâre sipping on your drink, when you spot him. Heâs wearing another colorful shirt, his chest almost entirely on display, and heâs shamelessly grinding against another young man as theyâre both moving to the beat. You canât tear your eyes away, apparently staring so intently that he catches you and throws you a wink across the room.Â
You feel heat rising in your cheeks and almost turn away, but heâs already on his way, moving towards you with a cat-like grace, effortlessly weaving through the crowd of moving bodies.Â
âHey,â he says, leaning into you so close that his breath fans hot against your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your neck. âSaw something you like?âÂ
You grin at him over the rim of your cup, biting your lip and nodding. He mirrors your grin, an almost predatory glint in his eyes. Heâs even more gorgeous up close, a light sheen of sweat on his face and his eyes a smoldering brown, his dark hair a mess with strands sticking to his forehead. You take in his toned chest, his broad shoulders and you desperately want to touch your hands to his golden skin. A foreign accent is lacing his words in the most delicious way, only adding to the pull that you feel towards him.Â
âLet me buy you another drink,â he purrs and you accept, thanking him and offering him your name. You relish in the way you have to lean into him so that he can hear you, greedily soaking in his scent and his body heat that make your mouth water.Â
His name is Oberyn, you learn, a name that sounds foreign on your tongue and you could swear that a quiet growl rises up his throat when you repeat it back to him.Â
Youâd love to spend your evening dancing with him, pressing your body against his, find out if moving with him feels as good as it looks from the outside. But itâs your friendâs birthday, and youâre gonna stick together, dance the night away with each other and no one else, the way you do every year.Â
He shrugs it off when you tell him as much, an unbothered grin on his face as he promises you another time then. His hand wraps around your wrist, the warmth of it sinking into your skin as he pulls your arm out towards him, a black marker suddenly in his other hand.Â
âWhat are youââ you begin to ask, but your voice dies at the sight of him pulling the cap off with his teeth, something that really shouldnât affect you this much.Â
He bends over your arm and it takes your hazy mind a moment to register that heâs writing numbers onto your skin. Youâre getting lost in the feeling of his hand on you, even in such an innocent place, and your thoughts are already jumping to fantasies of how it would feel trailing up your arm and over your body.Â
âThere,â his voice floats into your ear and you almost jump. The smug look on his face leaves no doubt that he knows exactly what kind of effect he has on you. He leans in close again, so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. Your mouth feels dry.Â
You look down at your arm, now adorned with digits in black ink. A phone number.Â
âGive me a call,â he smirks, and leans in even closer, until his lips move against the shell of your ear and a shudder runs down your back at the sensation. âJust think of the fun things we could do.â He throws you another wink and slides away from you, back into the crowd.Â
You text him the next day, worried if itâs too soon, if it makes you seem desperate. Then again, you have to admit to yourself, you are desperate. Desperate to hear his voice again, desperate to feel his hands on you again. Texting him is less awkward than you had hoped, his demeanor putting you at ease almost immediately. You catch yourself smiling at the screen, already down bad for this man.Â
Youâre in bed, struggling to calm down enough to sleep when your phoneâs screen lights up the darkness of your bedroom from where itâs lying on your nightstand.Â
Heâs asking you to meet him in a dive bar, right now, if you want to. Youâre reluctant at first, once again worried to appear too eager, but the almost magnetic pull that you feel towards him eventually leads you out of your apartment and to the address he sent you.Â
Heâs waiting for you in the back, just like he told you. Wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt, the fabric stretching around his broad chest in a way that makes it hard not to stare, dressed much more casually than youâve come to know from him. It doesnât take away from his persona one bit, heâs still exuding that energy that seems to let him command every room heâs in, that makes it so hard for you to resist him.Â
He buys you a drink and pulls you into a corner booth with him. Talking to him is easy, heâs an attentive listener and his quick remarks make you laugh, leaning into him when you do. You learn that heâs not from around here, that he flew in to visit friends but that heâs thinking about moving here permanently. It almost scares you, how giddy that prospect makes you, the idea of having the chance to keep seeing him. His arm finds its way around your shoulders eventually, his fingers drawing shapes over your skin. The innocent contact makes you feel like a teenager, suddenly sixteen again.Â
He walks you home later, his arm still wrapped around you, pulling you into his side. It feels good, a sense of safety and intimacy that you feel yourself getting lost in. You had thought that he was hot, that he would be a fun hookup, but as the minutes tick on, you realize how much you already like him. How much you want this feeling to last.Â
It feels so natural, turning around to face him when you reach your building, both of you leaning in simultaneously until your lips meet, like itâs the only possible way for this evening to end. You think that it is.Â
Kissing him feels even better than you had envisioned in your mind, and you melt against him, one hand braced against his chest while the other comes up to pull at the hair in the nape of his neck, needing him closer, not ready to let him go. Heâs cupping your face in both hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks, and you feel him smile against your lips. You lick into his mouth, revel in the groan that rumbles deep in his chest.Â
You donât let go of him, holding onto his hand when you pull him up the stairs, soak in the feeling of him pressed against your body when you unlock your apartment door, let him connect his lips with yours again when he walks you backwards down your hallway.
Everything about him feels so right, so safe and yet like the most exciting experience youâve ever had. You breathe him in, ecstatic with the sensation of his broad form against you, with the way you feel his muscles move under your fingers where youâre grabbing at his shoulders.
He lets you lead him into your bedroom, his hands still all over you. You push him down to sit on the edge of your bed and he follows your lead, sinking down on the mattress with an easy grin on his face, regarding you with hooded eyes. He wraps his hands around your waist as youâre standing in front of him and he pulls you closer. His fingers find their way below the hem of your skirt, dancing over the supple skin of your thighs, slowly inching up higher.Â
You whine, already squirming under his touch, and his grin widens.Â
âSo soft,â he coos up at you, tightening his grip on your thighs and moving you to straddle him, your legs already spread wide to accommodate the thickness of his thighs beneath you. One hand comes up to cradle your face again, his thumb nudging at your lips and you flick your tongue against the digit, making him chuckle.Â
âAnd so pretty,â he continues, leaning in to connect your lips once more. You want to melt into him, let him consume every fiber of your being.Â
Your hands tug at his t-shirt, pulling it up, desperate to satisfy the need to be closer to him, to feel his bare skin against yours. He helps you, lifting the fabric over his head. Youâve seen most of his chest before, but not like this, not revealed just for you, in the dim light of your bedroom, yours to look at, yours to touch. He somehow seems even broader without clothes on and youâre almost transfixed by the thick cords of muscle of his arms and shoulders that are on display for you now.Â
He chuckles again, placing another kiss at the corner of your lips.Â
âYou alright, princess?âÂ
âYeah,â you murmur, feeling breathless, overwhelmed with how much you want him.Â
His hands splay over your thighs, fingertips dipping beneath your skirt again, slowly, teasingly skating higher.Â
âTake this off for me.â Itâs phrased like an order, but itâs still so soft, not leaving a doubt in your mind that you could say no if you wanted to. But you donât. You want him to see you, want to feel his eyes on you, want to have this hungry look thatâs trained on your face burning all over your body.Â
He groans when you obey, a deep, rumbling sound that goes straight to your core and you know that he feels your thighs clenching on top of his. His mouth is on your bare skin within seconds, kissing and sucking, his tongue moving against you like heâs going to devour you.Â
You arch against him with a whine when he circles your nipple, first with his fingers and then with his tongue before sucking the sensitive bud between his lips. Itâs all encompassing, the wetness of his mouth, the strong grip of his hands, the heat of his chest seeping into your skin where youâre pressing yourself against him.Â
âPlease, Oberyn,â you whimper, not even sure what youâre asking for, just knowing that you need more. His responding moan sends vibrations from his mouth straight through you, before his fingers dig into your waist and he flips you over, until your back is resting on your sheets and heâs hovering over you, your thighs still spread wide around him.Â
The image alone is enough to send another wave of arousal through you, the way he looks just as wrecked as you feel. His large hands spread your thighs wider as he leans back, his eyes trained on your panties, where you know the fabric must be soaked already.Â
âSo pretty,â he mumbles again, more to himself than to you. His eyes fly back up to meet yours, almost black, his pupils blown wide. âCan I take these off?â He dips a finger under the lace covering your hip, pulling it away and letting it snap against your skin.Â
âPlease.â You donât care how desperate you sound, not when he looks up at you with the most sinful smirk on his face. His hands grasp the fabric and you lift your hips to help him pull it down, but his smirk widens as he tears the lace in half, ripping the shreds off of your body.Â
âFuck,â you whine, not a single thought wasted on the fact that those were some of your favorite panties, every part of you focused on how badly you want his hands all over you.Â
His eyes stay focused on your expression, eagerly drinking in your every reaction as his fingers dip between your legs, so close to where you so desperately need him. He groans when he feels the wetness seeping from your folds, swirling his digits through it before reaching your clit. Heâs ghosting over the sensitive nub with barely any pressure, but itâs enough to elicit a moan from you, your hips canting up to follow his touch. Youâre distantly aware of the pleas that are falling from your lips, giving way to a loud whine when he finally sinks two thick fingers into your heat.Â
He thrusts into you, curling them just right, and his name tumbles out of your mouth again, laced with pure need. You watch in fascination when he sucks his slick-coated fingers into his mouth, eyes still trained on your face, a rumble forming in his chest at the taste.Â
âTastes so sweet, princess.â
Your thighs fall open wider, shamelessly offering yourself to him, to his eyes, his hands. You reach out, grabbing at his waist, the need to feel all of him nearly overwhelming. His fingers intertwine with yours, pulling your hands away from his body. He lifts them up to his mouth and presses soft kisses against your knuckles, a whisper of patience on his lips before he lets go of you and rises up to rid himself of his jeans.Â
Your eyes widen at the sight of him, a needy sigh escaping you when you think about feeling him inside you, about the way heâs gonna stretch your walls. You sit up, eagerly reaching for him again. Your fingers wrap around his cock, mesmerized by his girth, and he hisses when you move your hand over his length.Â
You hear the crinkle of plastic and then his hand is on yours, gently tugging it away, much too soon for your liking. You watch as he puts the condom on with practiced ease, the sight of his own hands on his cock enough to send another wave of arousal through you.Â
Heâs back on you before you know it, sliding in between your spread legs, his large hands splayed over your upper thighs, pushing them further apart. His eyes are trained on your weeping pussy, a hungry darkness in them. You whine when he rubs his cock through your wetness before tapping against your clit.
âYou want this?â he asks, his voice husky.Â
âPlease, Oberyn.â Your desperate plea breaks off into a filthy moan when he sheathes himself inside of you, breaching your tight walls with the most delicious sting, and you feel your eyes rolling back into your head.Â
Pleasure grows inside of you as he starts to move, slamming into your pussy in a forceful rhythm. You feel so full of him, the sensation almost overwhelming as he hits the perfect spot over and over. The wave inside of you crests so suddenly that you barely realize whatâs happening, the need that youâve felt brewing all evening finally reaching its peak.Â
You gasp his name, nails pressing into his shoulders as he fucks you through it, until youâre a trembling mess beneath him. He slows, moving in and out of you with shallow thrusts, his lips on yours once more.Â
You stay like that for a moment, arms wrapped around him, holding him close while you bask in the bliss that youâve just experienced. But his continuous movements have the hunger for more growing inside of you once more. You meet his thrusts with your hips, needy to feel him deeper again. He props himself up, and itâs sinful how good he looks, his face glowing, a sheen of sweat on his skin.Â
You suck one of your fingers into your mouth, eyes wide and holding his gaze, feigning innocence. He watches you, a curious glint in his eyes, as you trail your hands from his shoulders down his back until you reach his ass and pull him further into you, fingernails digging into his flesh.Â
You let your saliva-covered finger reach further, gently massaging the puckered ring of muscle and he gasps, thrusting into you with so much force that it jostles your whole body and you cry out, the sensation of him so deep inside you a heady mix of pleasure and pain.Â
âFuck,â he grits between his teeth as you keep up your ministrations, delighted to have this effect on him. âFuck, princess, just like thatâŚâÂ
You bite your lip, grinning up at him. âDo the girls back home touch you like I do?âÂ
He breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, his movements never faltering as he gathers your wrists in his hands and pins them down on the mattress beside your head.Â
âNo. And youâre gonna make me come if you keep this up, but Iâm not finished with you yet,â he purrs, leaning down and sucking bruising kisses into the soft skin of your throat, the scratch of his beard only adding to the sensation. You free one of your hands from his grip to tug at his hair, your fingers burrowing in the soft strands at his neck and scratching against his scalp.Â
âYou can give me one more, canât you?â His voice in your ear makes you shiver and you nod, a breathless please on your lips.Â
âGood girl.â His kiss is soft against your cheek before he pulls away, his thrusts speeding up, as he grabs your hips, holding them up, giving you no choice but to take him. âTouch yourself,â he demands, the tendons in his neck straining with exertion.Â
Your fingers are on your clit within moments, rubbing against it, slick with your arousal. The coil inside you tightens again, desperate for release once more.Â
âGive it to me princess, come on.â His voice sounds wrecked, and itâs the thing that makes you leap over the edge a second time, stars exploding behind your eyelids as you pulse around him, pure pleasure soaring through you.Â
He comes to a stuttering halt, hips pressed flush against yours, and his groans are almost enough to make you want to come again. He falls forward, forehead pressed against yours, and you share a lazy smile.Â
You think that he really is the most beautiful person that youâve ever met.
You fell asleep curled against him, your head resting on his chest and soaking up his warmth, with his arm around your shoulder, but when you blink awake to soft morning light falling through your curtains, you are alone. You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. Youâve seen him at the club, heâs probably in a different bed almost every night, you shouldnât be surprised that he snuck out of yours in the morning. And you sure as hell shouldnât be disappointed.Â
You get up with a sigh, pulling a t-shirt over your head and padding down the hall to the kitchen. You come to an abrupt halt in the doorway, met with a sight that you hadnât expected. Heâs standing in front of your open fridge, the expanse of his back bare and turned towards you. Thereâs a swoop of excitement in your stomach.
You exhale loudly and he turns towards you, an easy smile on his lips. âGood morning.â His voice sounds raspier, still thick with sleep.Â
âHey,â you say, returning his smile. He closes the distance between you and cups your face, the sensation of his thumb against your cheek already a familiar one. His lips find yours and you get lost in the feeling of it, in the fantasy of this being your every morning, in pretending that heâs yours.Â
When he pulls away, the words are out of your mouth before your mind is able to catch up.
âI think I really like you.âÂ
You want to bite your tongue immediately, to take them back. Too early, the voice in your head screams. Your eyes widen as you search for something else to say, but he doesnât waver, still regarding you with that relaxed smile on his handsome face.
âIsâ is it okay that I said that?âÂ
He hums, his large hand still on your cheek.Â
âI think I really like you too.â
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Kinktober 2024: October 2nd
Day 2: Piercing // Double Penetration // Voyeurism
Oberyn Martell x F!Reader x Marcus Acacius
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Threesomes, oil as lube, unprotected sex, double penetrations, two cocks/one hole, mentions of pleasurable pain, mentions of bisexuality, cream pie
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It is not often that Oberyn Martell is surprised. He has seen things, experienced things along his travels. Riding with the Second Sons and brawling in the fighting pits of Mereen. A Prince of Dorne, he has done as he pleased and as a result, he has carved out a reputation as the Red Viper and not limited himself on the pleasures of the flesh.Â
Setting his cup down, he leans forward, his eyes disbelieving and he shakes his head. âYou have never shared a woman?â He demands. âOr a man? It is possible if the man in question is experienced enough.â He huffs and continues on. âTruly? You did not have a whore suck your cock while she was plowed by another? Or shared her tight cunt, stretched over both of your cocks?â His voice is dripping with disbelief and awe that such a pleasure would be denied to the general in front of him. âOr perhaps a cock in her ass and another in her cunt? None of those pleasures have been bestowed upon you?â
The strong, sweet Dornish wine nearly goes up his nose as Marcus Acacius chokes at the blunt way of speaking that the prince has. He has discovered that this man, royalty, is plain speaking and can be biting if provoked, his wit sharp and his dagger sharper. From what he has found since arriving in the seat of the territory of Dorne, he has found all of its people to be bold and brash in a way that makes him envious.Â
âNo.â He shakes his head and sets the cup down on the table that he is seated at with the prince. Answering the questions that he has and asking his own of this realm that seems so different from Rome. âThere were orgies, but I- I was often training with the men.â He explains. âI did not attend many events.â
That makes Oberyn snort and shake his head, his other hand stroking your thigh idly as you lounge on his lap. âHe didnât attend the orgies, Dove.â He murmurs to you, glancing at your lips and leaning in to steal a kiss simply because the urge takes him.Â
Marcus shifts, glancing away from the moment because it seems that the prince has no qualms about showcasing his affection for you in front of anyone. Heâs not immune to attraction, heâs had his own share of women and a few men, but it was always just a singular encounter.Â
You know what Oberyn is thinking the second that his hand slides under your thin, silky dress. Bare underneath and already wet for him as his fingers dance up your thighs as his tongue slides against yours. Used to the way his mind works and the way that he will demand that pleasures be explored. Cupping his cheeks, you pull back from the kiss to peck his lips and turn to look at the general as he stares at the banner that hangs on the wall behind the table. The banner of house Martell.Â
âHe is handsome.â You concede playfully, giving voice to the thoughts that are mirroring his own. You know that Oberyn is attracted to the other man, even if he is older than Oberyn himself. Your finger runs down the edge of Oberynâs jaw as Marcusâs head snaps back towards you, his eyes wide when he hears your words. âI would not mind taking his cock.âÂ
You talk about him as if he wasnât there. Boldly and bluntly, just like the man you are seated on. Noticing that Oberynâs fingers are drawing your dress up, he quickly glances away and tries to ignore the low chuckle of amusement.Â
"What about both of us, Dove?â He nearly chokes again when he hears the question and underneath the soft linen tunic he is wearing, his cock twitches despite his shock.Â
You tut, leaning in and kissing the bare skin above the thin line of hair that frames his jaw. âAs if I would have it any other way, lover.â You huff, moving back and nipping his ear with your teeth to make him hiss. Your eyes watch Marcus and you smirk when he doesnât look outraged at the prospect.Â
âA cunt is a glorious thing.â Oberyn reaches down and taps your thigh with the hand that is not pushing your dress up and you obliged him, spreading your legs so that the general can see your cunt. âIt stretches to birth our children,â he coos, slowly stroking your folds and you watch as the generalâs eyes are very closely following his movements. âYou do not think that your cock will fit with mine?â
His mouth is dry and he gulps down a swallow of the wine, nearly slamming the cup down and he clears his throat. âI had not thought of it in that way. He admits, licking his lips and finding himself more than intrigued by how it would feel.Â
The prince smirks and leans in to kiss your jaw below your ear. âGo make sure his cock is hard enough for you to sink down on.â He tells you, pulling his hand away and letting you stand to move over to the other man.Â
This is happening. Marcus watches you and there is little smugness in his stature as he opens his arms for you to straddle him. His cock will not be a problem, already hard and starting to lift the folds of his tunic when you lean in to kiss him. You are a beautiful woman after all.
He's not shy about kissing you once your lips are pressed together. You know that the general would not be untried but it is thrilling to know that he can take command like your lover. It will make an interesting combination.Â
His hands are surprisingly greedy as he pulls your thin dress off your body. The sword calloused hands scraping deliciously on your skin as he palms your tits and then your ass.Â
You know your lover is watching, he enjoys watching you when you want pleasure with another.Â
His tunic is easily removed and you enjoy the differences between the men you will have tonight. Marcus is broader, fuller in his chest and arms than your Red Viper. Both men are strong, deadly, but in contrasting ways. If you think of Oberyn as a spear, then Marcus would be a battering ram.Â
You are wet enough that it is easy to sink down onto the thick cock of the Roman general. Making him moan into your mouth and his hips jerk up, pushing deeper until he is buried deep. Oberyn hums behind you, the shuffling of fabric telling of his own clothes being removed and you turn to find him with a hand around his cock as he slowly strokes himself.Â
âAre you- sure you can take both of us?â Marcus pants, his own eyes fixed on the princeâs cock and feeling slightly doubtful since he knows his own is just as impressive. âWill it not hurt?â
Your eyes flutter slightly and your walls tighten around his cock as you think about it. âSome hurt feels good.â You admit breathlessly, âthe pinch of pain will be far outweighed by the pleasure.âÂ
The scented oil that Oberyn keeps on his belt is used, applied to his cock and you smile when you hear the slickness of it. âThe prince will make sure that it is good.â You coo to Marcus. âThat oil helps, much better than spit.â Turning your head, you nip his earlobe with your teeth, making him moan again.Â
Marcus holds you waist, waiting to be instructed as Oberyn moves behind you. Your prince caresses your ass and reaches down, his hand cupping the balls of the other man and the root of his cock, chuckling when he groans loudly and twitches inside you.Â
âHe will be good in our bed.â Oberyn kisses your shoulder, letting go of Marcus to turn your head towards his for a kiss. Tender and brief before he is leaning in and pressing his chest against your back, his hips shuffling closer.Â
Marcus can do nothing more than to hold you still, almost breathless as he feels the head of the other manâs cock slide against the base of his shaft and press against it. Heâs had a cock pressed against his before, but this is different, his cock already being tightly held by your cunt gives this a new sensation.Â
âLet me in, Dove.â Oberyn coos, caressing your back as he adjusts slightly, finding the perfect position to push the head of his cock inside you.Â
Moaning, you lean into Marcusâs chest, already breathing heavily as Oberyn rocks his hips shallowly, slowly letting the head slip inside you before he groans your name. âShe is tighter now, no?â Oberyn chuckles at the way the generalâs eyes seem to glaze over in passion, his fingers digging into your hips to anchor you to his lap.Â
Itâs intense, there is no way that it could be anything but when you have two well endowed men occupying the same space inside your body. Every gasp and whimper of pleasure that comes from any of the three of you makes you wetter, your cunt gushing and dripping over their cocks. Adding Oberynâs entrance and making it even more pleasurable as Marcus gets the added sensation of having his cock stroked without even moving.Â
When his hips are flush against your ass, all of you moan. âShe is- fuck-â Marcus groans, closing his eyes and his cock pulses inside you, already close to cumming. âIt- I canât-â
Oberyn chuckles breathlessly and reaches around you to caress the generalâs cheek. âHe is overwhelmed, Dove.â He coos, enjoying the wrecked look on the other manâs face. His own cock twitches inside you, eager to move.Â
âMove.â You gasp out, your eyes slipping closed as you relax. âBoth of you. I want to feel you.â You can feel Marcusâs thighs trembling, the unspent energy in his arms as he starts to lift you off his cock slowly as Oberyn pulls his hips back.
You whimper, feeling achingly empty as both men pull back to where just the tips of their cocks are inside you, only to make you yelp when they drive back into your body in unison. Oberyn growls and Marcus moans, each man taken with the feeling and your reaction to it.Â
It seems to break something inside the Roman general, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss while he starts to pump his hips up, driving his cock into you at a pace that steals your voice.Â
You can tell heâs lost in the pleasure, the scrubbing of the two cocks against one another as the pace shifts to alternating thrusts, the constant friction that is aided by the oil and the slick of your cunt as it weeps in pleasure from their attention. Moans lift to the heavens and are breathed into your skin when he pulls away from your lips to bury his face into your breasts.Â
Oberyn is never a passive lover, his hands stroke your body, cupping your tits as Marcus descends into them, his clever fingers teasing your nipples until you are moaning in ecstasy.
 The steady buildup is almost maddening as the angle of Marcusâs cock pierces something deep inside you and makes you beg for more. Every thrust feels like they are pushing into your stomach, stretching you out even more. They are using your cunt and you love it, the desperation in Marcusâs thrusts is matched by Oberynâs, each man working towards their goal of pleasure and making you scream.Â
Curses tumble from their lips and yours, everything forgotten but the way they feel buried inside you. Every time they pull their hips back, your body mourns the loss of the fullness but the perfect moment where both cocks are even inside you makes up for it.Â
They push you higher, every thrust makes your body sing and light up in utter hedonistic bliss. âMarcus - Oberyn!â Your eyes roll back, body poised to be pulled apart by the next thrust while your core curls in on itself. Lighting up, your body heaves and bucks between theirs pressing into you. Keeping you in place while they rock into your cunt over and over again. The next cry is even louder, your cunt spasming around their lengths as you soak them in hot waves of slick.Â
Marcus hisses, white hot pleasure racing up his spine as he drives his hips up. Giving over to the needs of his body as he manages to pump into your three or four more times before he is trying to bury himself deep into your cunt.Â
Oberyn moans, feeling the heat of his spend filling you, coating both of their cocks as he continues to work in and out of your cunt. His teeth clenched together as he reaches down and swipes some of the other manâs seed mixed with your juices to taste.Â
Groaning, his pace picks up, his hips slapping against your ass furiously to make up for the fact that the general is starting to soften inside you. âYou enjoyed yourself.â He observes breathlessly, smirking at the other manâs relaxed and drained expression. Like he had just exhausted himself. You moan and clench down around them both again, making Oberyn moan your name.Â
âFuck yes.â Marcus chuckles, watching in awe as the prince continues to fuck you, his cock still sliding against his and making him twitch even though he is spent for the moment. It makes him wish he was younger and could harden again almost instantly. Finding the entire thing the most addictive and erotic thing that heâs ever done in his life. Enthralled when the prince stiffens, pushing deep and flooding your already filled cunt with another wave of hot cum.Â
All of you pant, you lean against the generalâs chest and listen to his heart beat as he reaches down and gathers the combined fluids from all of you, bringing them up to lick his own fingers clean with a groan. âWhat do you think of it now, Acacius?â Oberyn asks, grinning when you clench around them again.Â
âI think we will need to do that again.â Marcus hums, grinning lazily and wondering what other pleasure he will find while he is in Dorne.
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Mysterious Masquerade, part 1
Oberyn Martell x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating:Â M for Mature but this blog is always 18+ Word Count:Â 15.5k Warnings:Â Food/alcohol, cursing, flirting and sexy themes. Discussions of financial situations and economic hardship that might make some readers uncomfortable, but I promise it all ends well. Summary:Â There is no way that you or your best friend could have known that crashing the big Martell family Halloween masquerade would change your lives forever. Notes:Â Sugar Daddy Oberyn was just calling my name, what can I say?
It's opulence at its best. Silken black and purple fabrics drape the walls and reflect the shimmers back from the ornate wall sconces that light the ballroom. Women and men, scantily clad and their faces are covered black lace demi masks carry trays of succulent hors d'oeuvres and crisp, bubbly champagne. The contortionist twins breathing fire from a raised platform is in the middle of the ballroom, surrounded by dancing couples. The revelers are high spirited, dressed to impress despite their faces being covered, anonymity and the freedom to be whomever they wish tonight. The Martell Annual Halloween Masquerade is an undeniable success and the evening is still young.
âI canât believe we actually got in!â You hiss, clutching your best friendâs hand as the two of you pass through the lavish ballroom. This mansion must be as old as the fabled Martell family itself, though no one quite knows how old that really is. The history has been mired in so much fable that theyâre just part of the fabric of the city at this point.
When she had come to you with extravagant costumes and flimsy masks with this plan of crashing the annual Halloween party that was so legendary that the musicians were famous headliners and the food was prepared by celebrity chefs? You had balked. You had insisted that staying home and watching a slasher marathon with snacks and boozy autumnal cocktails was enough.
But she was totally right to think she could pull this off, apparently.
Oberyn watches from the balcony above, satisfied as he watches couple dance and drink. His own glass of champagne in his hand and he takes a sip. "Lover." He smiles, turning to find the dark, kohl lined eyes of his paramour watching him from behind the edges of her elaborate mask. He hated the masks himself, but it was part tradition, part relief. If he was not discovered, he could shrug off the trappings of his name and reputation for the night. Every other day he enjoys his title of the Red Viper, but for some reason tonight it doesn't seem appropriate. He hums, slowly taking in the beautiful view of her costume, the slinky fabric enhancing her lithe form. "Ellaria." He coos. "You look stunning."
âI should hope so.â She agrees, the sultry swing of her hips enhancing the movement of the shimmering dress. Sheâs dressed as Cleopatra, but without a single thought to any kind of accuracy. âI am stitched into the thing, thread by thread. Whomever I take to bed tonight had better have a seam ripper.â
He chuckles. âIâm surprised you havenât already picked them out.â He teases. âThere are so many choices.â
"Everyone I have danced with so far has been boring," she frowns dramatically. "But it is early." Ellaria enjoys the process of choosing less than Oberyn does. Once she finds someone that captures her attention, she likes to then explore that one, single option. Oberyn vastly prefers the game of cat and mouse with his temporary lovers.
"I am sure someone will catch your pretty eyes." He reaches up and pinches her chin playfully. "The party is a success." He hums, looking back around the room and spying a new set of attendees arriving.
âIt always is.â She never doubts his ability to make sure those around him enjoy themselves, but Ellaria leans in to kiss him and lovingly tugs at the waist of his costume to nudge him along. âGo and mingle, lover. Bask in your guestsâ enjoyment. Find a girl or boy to take upstairs.â She winks, and plants one last kiss on his lips. âOr both.â
He smirks and knows that he will find someone. He always does. "Have fun." He winks at her and pushes away from the balcony, interested to see the new arrivals. Even though they are masked, he doesn't believe he knows them.
âThis champagne probably cost more than my entire outfit,â you murmur, sipping the glass as the two of you wade through the crowd. There is food everywhere and a huge band on stage, and a rumor that some big international singer would be here tonight. If you listened to the radio more you would probably have recognized the name.
Oberyn moves through the crowd, his eyes on the pair of ladies as they sip champagne and gawk at the surroundings. Obviously not used to the parties that are thrown here. It amuses him, all the security he has and he has been the one to find a pair of party crashers.
âThis is the fanciest party Iâve ever seen.â Your friend breathes, eyes wide as she beholds the absolute pinnacle of luxury: an entire table full of multiple levels of charcuterie. âIf I die tonight, make sure we have one of these at my funeral.â
âSame.â You swear solemnly, squeezing her head before you bust out in giggles.
"It is better to eat it than stare at it." Oberyn leans over one lady's shoulder and murmurs his comment. "Although it is almost as delectable as you two this evening."
Your flapper dresses jingle and swing when you both startle, turning inwardly to face the man who has come up between you. Dressed in a gleaming white and gold Roman soldier costume, he looks absolutely resplendent. Itâs all you can do to swallow instead of stare, but your best friend answers. âSometimes you just have to appreciate a thing of beauty.â
"I appreciate beauty in all forms," Oberyn agrees, taking your hand and clasping in his, "and yet I find myself captivated." You are beautiful, even with half of your face covered and he knows he has never met you before.
"You have excellent taste." Your friend blows you a kiss and sashays away, leaving you breathless and frozen with your hand held in this handsome new acquaintance's. You'll kick her ass for abandoning you later, right now you're trying to remember how to do anything but stare. He's handsome and broad, with sharp angles to his jaw and thick biceps shown off nicely by the tunic he's wearing.
"I have always believe that to be true." He has no problems with his own sense of self-esteem, men and women fall at his feet when they meet him. This however, is a challenge because it is obvious that you do not recognize him.
"Always?" His voice sounds vaguely familiar but you can't place it -- then again, why would you recognize the voice of anyone here? It isn't as though you run in the kind of circles that would have gotten you invited to this party. You did have to crash, after all. "Then you must have some very interesting choices to make."
He hums and turns you towards the table. "Life is full of choices." He muses. "It is all in what whets your appetite at the time." He pics up a prosciutto wrapped melon slice. Holding it up to your lips as an offering.
Is this how rich people flirt? The thought flits across your mind just only a millisecond before you open your mouth, accepting the bite out of curiosity as much as obedience. Feeding people can be a love language. It certainly is for your family, so you're no stranger to being offered things to try. "Sometimes you have to try more than one thing to find precisely where your tastes lie," you reply politely, when the cured ham is delicious but the melon not quite to your taste.
He chuckles, guaging that it wasn't your favorite and he decides that something sweeter is more in line with your tastes. "Absolutely" He agrees, picking up a chocolate ganache and cream puff pastry and offers it to you. "Tasting everything you can is one of the few true pleasures in life."
"Something tells me you've sampled everything you possibly can." It isn't a judgement, but this time when you open your mouth you feel just a touch more playful about it. Is it a little weird? Sure. But between this guy's physique and his accent, you don't need to see his whole face to know he's easily the hottest guy you've ever flirted with.
The cream puff is creamy and sweet but the dark chocolate is just a touch bitter, which is nice but still not quite hitting the mark for you. "What is your favorite thing here? Don't try to guess mine."
That is easy for him. Picking up a fig and rosemary cracker, he selects a slice of creamy bree and tops it with a plump blackberry before picking up the little honey comb wand from a small pot of honey to drizzle over the top of it all. When the bite is assembled, he turns to hand it to you. "Take a sip of your champagne after the bite." He instructs.
This is more like it. The bite is towering, imposing, and mouthwatering, and when requires commitment rather than a dainty or demure nibble. You go in without hesitation, moaning happily as each individual flavor bursts on your tongue and then melds together into something brilliantly harmonious. The champagne finish is like a crescendo -- the last unexpected peak of the roller coaster ride that you weren't quite expecting. By the time you finish it, you're giggling. "That's amazing," you commend, dabbing a touch of loose honey away from the corner of your mouth.
"It is." He smiles, enjoying your enjoyment of the bite he had made. He takes a sip of his own glass and hums. "Fresh and sweet, with a hint of savory."
"Complex." You commend, wondering if that is also his taste in partners. "Depth is important."
"What would be your choice?" He asks, curious to see what you view as the perfect bite.
A self-proclaim charcuterie enthusiast, you apply yourself to the table with aplomb, and compose a bite using a crusty round of puff pastry, a triangle of sharp and salty gruyere, sweet unctuous apricot jam, and a shard of crispy serrano pepper to top it all off. This is offered to him with absolute confidence, knowing that you have converted a hell of a lot of your friends to understanding the value in good ingredients with this very bite. "Try this."
He tilts his head at the offering, but he takes it with a small smirk. "I have to admit, I am charmingly surprised by the pepper." He says before he pops the bite into his mouth and chews cautiously, tasting the flavors as they burst on his tongue.
"Heat is an underrated aspect of many different things in life," you assert, watching his eyes flutter shut to enjoy the full experience. That's enough to let you know you've convinced him.
âHeat is just another word for passion.â He agrees after swallowing. âIt is good that I enjoy it.â
"I had a feeling you might." He gives off that aura, anyway. Even if this is just a character he's put on for tonight, he's wearing it very well.
Oberyn asks your name. âI donât believe I have seen you around before.â He coos. âI would have remembered a woman as passionate as you.â
"Daisy," you tell him, pulling the first flapper name you can possibly think of out of your mind, grateful you can remember the name of the love interest in The Great Gatsby off the top of your head.
He knows immediately that it is not your real name, but he appreciates the game you are starting. âMarcus Acacius.â He introduces himself, bowing slightly. âIt is a pleasure to meet you, Daisy.â
âOught I to call you âGeneralâ?â Appreciative that he is willing to play the game, you offer him a curtsy in turn.
âOnly in bed.â He chuckles.
"Noted," you agree, laughing along with him.
Your glass is nearly empty, so the next time a man wearing nothing more than a g-string and a mask walks around with a tray of glasses, he snags a fresh one for you. His eyes watching the manâs ass as he walks off before smirking at you. âThe servers are allâŚstimulating, are they not?â
"They are a beautiful part of the decor." It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he likes the view, so you aren't going to point out that it's more than a little exhibitionist. For you, putting someone so utterly on display is hit or miss. But you've convinced yourself that they're all okay with it to make yourself more comfortable.
âDo you not like them?â He tilts his head, curiously by the slight pause in your answer. Itâs no secret that his parties - while infamous - have never been photographed. People speculate and those invited never tell.
"Oh, it's not that I don't appreciate the beauty of a bare body," you rush to explain. Have you hit a nerve? Did he help design the party or something? "I guess I just...enjoy the reveal. Taking a lover to bed and getting to see their body bared for me bit by bit? It's the appetizer to the feast that will last all night."
âI see.â He can appreciate your honesty. âAnd you like to feast? Choosing a lover and hoping they do not disappoint you?â He smirks. âYou would not like to have line of naked men line up, cocks hard while you choose which one you wish to ride?â
Alright, so it's not like you've never watched that kind of porn, but you take a sip from your fresh glass of champagne and shrug. "I can't say that I've ever had the chance. So I don't know."
âI am sure you would just need to ask.â He turns back to the table to pick up a few grapes. âA gorgeous woman like you would have her pick. Unless you prefer the touch of a woman?â
"You seem to be very talented at asking questions specifically on things I've never tried," you admit. In an uncharacteristically bold move, you take the grape directly from his fingers when he offers it. The offers at the charcuterie table seem to have given you a bit of extra confidence. "But what about you? Do you enjoy every offer you get? That would be both unusual and commendable."
âThere have been some offers that I have declined.â Oberyn admits easily. âBut I think that is normal for everyone, no?â
âI think so.â You both sip your drinks, letting the moment settle around you, and give your attention to the stage when the music changes. A new singer has been introduced and the crowd is clapping wildly around you.
Oberyn watches as the famous performer walks up onto the stage. Her appearance here was a personal favor to him, although he had insisted on paying her. He would never have it said that he took advantage. âHave you watched her perform live before?â He asks, watching you frown in confusion as you try to figure out who she is.
âIâŚdonât get out much,â you admit, by way of saying ânoâ. Work-life balance has long been negated by the sheer desire to keep a roof over your head and food in the refrigerator, so you havenât been to a live anything in years.
He hums and gestures towards the stage. âThen you should enjoy this.â He takes a sip of his champagne and sets it down. âShall we get closer?â
His formality doesnât make him any less of an intriguing or welcoming presence, and when he sets his glass down and offers you his arm, you canât resist. It might be the first time ever that a man has offered you his arm like a gentleman.
Oberyn knows the best place to watch and he guides you towards it. âSo Daisy, have you attended many of the Red Viperâs parties?â He asks. âOr is this your first time?â
âOh, this is definitely a first.â The place he brings you to is to the side of the stage directly at the front, and the singer is both obviously talented and obviously committed to putting on a show. While a lot of people are still dancing, at least half the party has stopped to watch. âYou?â
âPractically every one.â He replies without irony. Itâs actually more of a challenge of you donât recognize him.
âI canât imagine missing this if you could help it.â The opulence and beauty of what youâve seen so far are beautiful. If you could, you would certainly be here all the damn time.
Another tray of champagne is brought around and Oberyn looks over at your half-drunk glass. âDo you want another, or are you content for the moment?â
âIâm okay right now.â The last thing you want to do is drink too much and get sloppy or embarrass yourself. The risk of getting discovered as a party crasher is high enough as it is. âBut donât let be stop you.â
âI actually prefer to drink wine over champagne.â He admits, motioning the server over. âPlease bring a bottle of the Dornish red and two glasses.â He instructs.
The waiter obeys him instantly and you watch with barely disguised surprise. The authority in his voice just is that commanding, and your mind flits momentarily back to the half-joke that he should only be called general in bed.
âYou must try it.â He insists. âEven if you donât have much. The Dornish red is perhaps the best vintage of wine you will ever have.â
âItâs always on everyoneâs lists of best wine in the world.â The lists you read while you buy your cheap yet delicious bottle of Chilean red. âIâveâŚI admit, Iâve always wanted to try it.â
âThen you are in for a treat.â He murmurs. âYou know the Martell estate produces the wine, no?â He loves to talk about his family, but heâs careful to frame it has interesting facts. âItâs been made here for over four hundred years.â
"It's supposed to be wonderful." You do know that much, even if you've never had the opportunity to try it. "Do you..." About to ask him if he works on the vineyard judging from the pride in his voice, you decide to pivot. Not knowing is more fun. "Do you find it a favorite?"
âIt is.â He doesnât tell you that heâs been drinking this wine since he was a child, knowing that would make things too obvious. The intrigue about you is tickling his curiosity. âWhat is yours?â
"It's low brow compared to Dornish red." Where most people are truly giving their undivided attention to the singer, you've continued your conversation. The idea that he finds you just as interesting as a pop star is flattering to say the least. "There is a Chilean label called Casillero del Diablo that I love." Feeling self conscious, you shrug your shoulders and laugh. "It tastes fancy without breaking the bank. That's good enough for me."
âCasillero is a good wine.â He nods, finding it amusing that you would be self conscious because what a wine costs. âI have had many a bottle myself. It is especially good with an exceptional paella.â
"I'll have to give that a try." Not that you've ever tried to make paella in your entire life, but Casillero has made your meat sauce taste the best it's ever been.
The server that was sent for the Roman General's bottle has returned, and approaches the two of you through a crowd with his gleaming tray carrying a bottle with two glasses. He offers your companion a flirtatious smile and you a wink, making you wonder if everyone at this party is just here to flirt with everyone else.
âGood man.â Oberyn praises, approving of the bottle already being opened and allowed to breathe. Scooping up one of the glasses, Oberyn pours a small taster of it, giving it the requisite sniff and small taste before he pours a larger quantity in the glass and offers it to you. âUnless you would prefer to not drink after me?â He asks.
"I don't mind." It feels bold and a little sexy. Flirtatious, just like everyone else at the party. "You say it's your favorite? Then I'm sure it will be sinful."
His eyes light up, enjoying how forward you are with a coy smile. âIt is delicious.â He agrees as he pours himself a glass.
The first sip bursts on your tongue with deep cherry and juicy plum tones wrapped in the smoky tones of the aging barrel. Something subtle untied it that you canât quite place and you hum happily as the first beautiful taste warms your throat. âItâs incredible.â
âHmmmm.â He takes his own sip. âItâs like tasting a beautiful woman for the first time.â
That is just a touch more bold than you ever would have even thought to be, and your eyes widen as you take your second sip. It takes all the effort in the world not to do a spit take out of sheer surprise, but you have a feeling that that was somehow the point of the comment.
He smirks when he sees your eyes widen behind the mask and he wants to ask your opinion on that, but he doesnât. Instead he just watches you with a growing hunger, aware that despite Ellaria normally picking her lover first, he had found who he wishes to take to bed.
Aside from being delicious, the wine is fairly strong, and you slowly sip your glass while the singer performs on stage. She's wonderful, of course, and after a few songs you have never heard before there is finally one you recognize your best friend playing â which makes your eyes scan the crowd wondering if you can find her. Wherever she is in the room, she must be geeking out.
******
âYou are so sweet.â Ellaria coos, stroking her finger down the young womanâs face. âWould you like to meet her after she is done singing?â
Lizzy's eyes widen the same way yours did over the comment from Oberyn about the wine, though neither of you know the irony in your reactions being identical and at nearly the same time. "You couldâcould do that?" She asks, wondering who this woman is who had swept her up in a dance only a few moments ago.
âOf course I could.â She smirks and winks at her playfully. âShe is a close friend of mine.â She admits and reaches for another glass of champagne to drink.
"Who are you?" Lizzy breathes in wonder, staring at the gorgeous woman who came into her orbit like a whirlwind and continues to swirl and shine.
Her laughter is soft, yet powerful. A woman who is truly comfortable in her own skin and the power she wields. âTonight, call me your fairy godmother, darling.â She teases, leaning in and kissing her lips softly. âWatch the performance. I am sure Trinity would love to hear feedback.â
"What feedback could I possibly give?" The absolute wonder on her face is enough, and both women are grinning for entirely separate reasons as they turn back to the stage.
******
âYou seem like you are looking for someone?â He would be terribly disappointed if you were meeting someone here. Although heâs not opposed to threesomes.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude." You also didn't mean to be obvious about looking, but you've clearly failed in that. "My best friend. We came together and got separated, that's all. I'm sure she's fine."
âIt is no problem.â He assures you, relaxing slightly. A friend. âWould you like to find her? OrâŚâŚâ he shrugs slightly, leaving it up to your interpretation.
"I'm sure she's fine," you repeat, mostly to reassure yourself. Lizzy is far better in unknown social situations than you are. After all, she's the one who talked you past the security guards. Taking another sweep of the crowd, you finally look up and spot her glossy red hair and striking black flapper dress in the balcony. Against the railing. Balustrade? Whatever you call it when it's in the ballroom of a house. "Oh," you breathe, relieved. "There she is. I just...didn't want her to miss this. She loves this singer."
Oberyn follows your gaze and smirks when he sees a very familiar figure next to her. âIt seems as if she has found some company for the performance.â
"I'm not surprised." Or even taken a little bit aback by how fast it happened. Lizzy's always been lucky in love, no matter what the level. "Sorry again," you murmur to your own companion. "I just...we take care of each other. That's all."
âDo not apologize for looking after your friend.â He shakes his head gently. âThat is admirable.â
That softens your expression in an entirely different way, and you lean slightly into your handsome companion's side. "I just didn't want you to think I wasn't interested, that's all."
âI can tell you are interested.â He tilts his head. âIt is just a matter of you acting on it, I think.â
Your cheeks are on fire immediately, eyes glancing away out of sheer embarrassment. Is it really that obvious? And are you really that obvious? You ought to feel ashamed but all you can feel it the heat in your veins. "I'm...not terribly good at figuring out if that sort of thing is welcome. Which is why I hardly ever do."
âI can assure that that any move you make would be met with enthusiasm.â He chuckles softly, taking another sip of his wine. âAll you have to do is ask to see the room I am staying in tonight.â
"Iâ" Your head tilts out of sheer surprise. "Really?"
âWhy are you looking so surprised?â Oberyn sets his wine down and he light brushes his hand over your ass, hovering right over it before sliding up to your hip. âYou are gorgeous and have captured my interest.â He smirks. âParty crashers do that.â
"How could you possiblyâ?" Your confusion only deepens, though now your side is flooded from heat with his hand.
âKnow that you didnât receive an invitation?â He winks at you from under his mask. âSome secrets are best kept just that, Daisy.â He coos. âDo you want to finish the concert, or shall I give you a private tour of the west wing of the house?â
The possibility that this man is the legendary Oberyn Martell never even crosses your mind. That would be too unbelievable. But surely he works for him. Or is a family member. Or is somehow connected to the man who owns this mansion, multiple Martell family businesses, and half the city to boot. Whoever he is? He's handsome, smells sinfully good, and is looking at you like he's going to devour you. So you straighten out your spine and decide to give yourself a fantastic story out of tonight. "How about we top off our glasses and go for a tour?"
âAtta girl.â He chuckles. âYou have spirit and that is something that I will enjoy when I hear you scream again and again in pleasure.â He picks up the wine bottle and drains it between your glass and his.
"Is that a promise or a threat" You joke, suddenly wishing you were wearing a far flashier and more alluring costume.
âBoth.â He chuckles darkly and leans into whisper in your ear. âI can guarantee a night you will never forget.â
"Well damn." Hiding your thudding, thundering heart behind a coy smile, you can't hide the shiver that runs down your spine. "What are we waiting for?"
He smirks victoriously and turns to offer you his arm. âNothing, my little dove.â He promises. âWe are waiting for nothing.â
The gold bracelets on his wrists are cool on the tips of your fingers as you wrap one hand around his arm, wondering what the hell you could possibly be thinking and also how fucking sexy he is. It's truly unfair. Or it would be. If you weren't the one on his arm right now. He leads you away from the stage and to the outer rim of the room, surveying things as he goes but always bringing his eyes back to you. It really gives you the impression of a prince surveying his kingdom, and purely in a way that makes you squeeze your thighs together.
******
The morning light starts to peek on from the edge of the heavy velvet curtains. Making Oberyn grunt and roll over out of the spearing ray that lands on his cheek. The night had been spent in darkness, keeping the thrill of the game alive despite your bodies being stripped to the skin. Now his eyes open, landing on your face for the first time without the mask you had been wearing.
It might be the best night's sleep you've ever had. Certainly the most comfortable bed you've ever slept in, and the most luxurious sheets you've ever had wrapped around you. When he allowed for it anyway. Your general is a giving and pampering lover but also a human blanket. He had kept you tight in his arms for most of the night until eventually turning away sometime in the middle of your deep and uplifting dreams.
You are still sleeping, making him smirk as he shifts closer. Last night had been intoxicating and fun. You had been enthusiastic and vocal, willing to let him do anything he wanted to you under the cover of darkness. Now, he wants to see what you look like in the light.
The warmth and weight of him is what drags you from your dreams, making the gardens of your unconscious world drift away as you float back down into your body, only to hum from somewhere deep in your chest as you register the low rumble of him beside you.
âYou are waking up, Princess?â He asks softly, curling up against you again.
âMm.â You turn instinctively, burying yourself in the warmth of someone who is clearly just waking up as well. This isnât one of those one-night-stands where you jump out of bed and run away afterward. This is slow and luxurious. âMorning,â you murmur, cracking your eyes open.
âMorning.â His fingers slide down the curve of your spine and he palms your ass to pull you closer for that first morning kiss that he always enjoys.
The hunger from last night is still there, though the immediacy has ebbed a little. As though he is aware this morning as having all the time in the world. You sweep your tongue through his mouth just as eagerly as he does yours, savoring the lingering intimacy. âSleep well?â
âLike a baby.â He chuckles, finding himself relaxed despite knowing that the party had continued on into the early hours of the morning. Stragglers would still be sleeping where they had passed out or adjourned to find privacy. The clean up from the nightâs activities would not begin until well into the afternoon. Brunch would not even be served to those that had remained until after the noon hour had passed.
âMe too.â Without any idea what time of morning it is, all you know of the sun is high and the crisp autumn breeze coming through the windows is perfect, all of it giving him an almost ethereal presence as he leans over you in that enormous bed of his.
Without a mask you can see his golden skin more clearly, maybe a few more laugh lines than you expected but he wears them very handsomely. His extra years give him experience and speak to his love of life. Without his mask you can also see the prominent arch of his nose and the peaks of his cheekbones, all of which you instinctively wish you could trace in kisses but you donât know if thatâs allowed this morning.
âAre you too sore for another round?â He asks, arching a brow playfully. You havenât looked surprised to find out who he is, so perhaps you had figured it out during the night. He had brought you back to his personal bedroom, but the lights had stayed off.
âNot at all.â His stamina was commendable last night so youâre not surprised to find him eager for another encounter this morning. Something tickles at the back of your mind, like he looks too familiar but you brush it off. Maybe youâve been in the same restaurant or movie theater before? Who knows.
He hums and lowers his mouth to your neck, pressing his lips and nipping your skin playfully. âYou tasted so delicious last night, I am craving another taste.â
âMiraculously, I do not have work today.â Your hands find the strong, defined muscles of his back easily, holding him to you with enthusiasm. âSo I can indulge as much as you like.â
âGood.â He smirks and hovers over you again. âThen I will take my time.â
** He keeps his promises. At least when it comes to intimacy. When it comes to how many times he can make you scream for him and coaxing you into yet another tantric position youâve never heard of but unlocks something primal and needy in you. He keeps his promises and you keep yours, leaving each other exhausted and panting as you collapse in each otherâs arms all over again.
There is no wine nearby, so he reluctantly pulls away from you, climbing out of the bed and walking over to the mini fridge that is underneath the bar in the corner. Pulling out two bottles of water he turns back towards you. âDo you want to join the brunch crowd in a little bit?â
"Eating something is probably a good idea," you admit, accepting the water from him gratefully. "We've had a hell of a workout over the last...twelve hours? I have no idea what time it is."
Oberyn chuckles and twists the cap off his own drink. âItâs nearly noon.â He admits, having glanced at his phone briefly.
"Is it?" Neither embarrassed or upset about spending so much time closed up in this bedroom with him, you finally take time to look around the room in the clear light of midday. "This is...a hell of a room," you commend, taking in all the details of the space. The sumptuous fabrics and detail in the carved woods. The elaborate stained glass window tiles scattering various colors across the floor that had not been anywhere as brilliant in the moonlight. "If this is a guest room I can't even imagine what the master bedroom looks like."
He pauses when you say that, pulling his bottle down from his lips as you look around. You arenât looking at him and he is highly amused. Youâve obviously not recognized him, slightly stinging his ego, but it makes the previous evening and this morning even more refreshing. âI am sure it would splendid.â He agrees. âIf it were a guest room.â
"If itâ" Opening your mouth once or twice or three times in confusion, you take another drink of water and sit up in his bed. "You're family?" The possibility had never even crossed your mind, although now you feel a little stupid for not realizing.
âMartell is my last name.â He admits with a nonchalant shrug, as if it is inconsequential to the subject at hand.
"I had no idea." Feeling all the more embarrassed, you practically sink back against the headboard. "I mean....I don't know if it's one of those local pride things like...like I ought to know. But in my defense, I only moved to this city last year."
He watches your face fall and frowns, moving towards the bed to sit down. âNo, no, my sweet little dove, you are not going to be upset.â He commands, as if he could change your emotions just by wishing it. âI enjoy the discovery that you donât know who I am.â He assures you, reaching out and touching your knee. âIt means you wanted to sleep with me for a reason other than my name.â
"I told you..." Reaching for him is as easy as breathing, even if you are a little more intimidated to do it now. "I was drawn to you."
âAnd I was drawn to you.â He smirks, sending you a playful wink.
"Then I suppose it...doesn't matter?" It would make you pretty embarrassed to invite him over to your studio apartment, but you don't anticipate this going past today anyway.
âWhat do you mean?â He tilts his head curiously.
"Nothing. Never mind." Slipping from the sheets, your only option is too hunt the floor for your dress and slip back into the same clothes you were wearing last night. "I should text my friend. Let her know I won't be home until after brunch." And see if Lizzy had texted you about staying out, too. She usually has more luck anyway.
He frowns at your back as you hunt up your clothes. âLet me get you something else to wear.â He offers, unashamed at his own nudity, but he senses that you might want to wear something.
If all the men in this family are like the famous Oberyn Martell, there is probably a storage closet somewhere with spare clothes for conquests to wear the morning after. Not that you care how many other people a partner has slept with â that's none of your business and doesn't really matter. You were safe last night and this morning, so a number is just a number. "I don't want to be a nuisance," you say instead, because it's the truth.
âIt is no nuisance.â He insists, standing up and walking towards the door that his closet is behind. âI have some beautiful things from you to choose from.â He motions you over.
"I'll get them back to you," you promise him, before you even get over to the closet. Assuming they don't belong to some other woman, they still belong to him. And that's basic respect.
âConsider it a gift.â He waves away your concern and finds it sweet that you would want to return something like that to him. âMy eldest has a flare for designing clothes.â He admits as he turns on the light to the closet. âThese are some of her mock ups, not released to the public.â
"Your daughter made these?" The closet is bursting with colorful, inventive fashions that make your eye jump around from piece to piece with growing awe.
âYes.â He smiles proudly as he looks around the smaller room. It is lined with designs that she has worked on, and even if she had not liked them, he loved them because she made them. âHer line has taken off, there is a show coming up next month.â
"And you're willing to just...give me her designs?" You turn to him with wide eyes.
He smiles and reaches out to pinch your chin gently. âYou are exquisite. You will wear it well and everyone will ask you where you got it.â He predicts.
"Then you have to tell me what her fashion line is called, so I can tell everyone who asks." He lets you select a combination of skirt, blouse, and sweater that are comfortable and extremely attractive and you know you'll wear as much as humanly possible.
âDornish Sun by Obara Sand.â Oberyn murmurs, watching you run your fingers through the silks that she had stitched.
"Is it cliche if I say that you don't look old enough to have a grown daughter?" There is no reason to be shy about dressing in front of him since he was the one who undressed you last night.
âI started very young.â He chuckles.
"It seems so." The silk handkerchief skirt settles on your waist easily and the camisole is soft on your skin, making you feel utterly luxuriated with just simple clothing. "Well, I...thank you. And thank you to your daughter as well. She's extremely gifted."
âOf course.â He smiles. âYellow is your color.â He compliments. âYou should wear it often.â
"I will." That is a promise you can make him easily. The warmth has returned to everything you're feeling, pushing awkwardness out the window, and you're pull on the soft cardigan that compliments the clothing when you hear your phone go off somewhere in the vast bedroom. "That's probably Lizzy," you tell him, moving back toward his room. "Did you...you mentioned brunch?"
âI am sure that she will be there if she stayed.â He knows she will, Ellaria will have her there. âYou should assure her you are safe.â
Your purse, phone inside, had somehow ended up falling off of a side table last night and is sitting on the beautifully waxed wooden floor when you go to retrieve it. If you look a bit like a bumblebee with your yellow and black and floral outfit today, at least the black heels and black clutch you brought last night will complement it.
There are no less than a half dozen messages on your phone, but the one from this morning is, indeed, from Lizzy.
From Lizzy: You disappeared so early last night! Who did you end up going home with??
You grin typing out your reply, and try not to sound too smug in your reply.
To Lizzy: I'm still in the mansion, actually. Got invited to brunch and won't even have to do a walk of shame. Meet up afterward?
From Lizzy: The brunch!!!! Iâm going to be there too. I will see you there!
While you are answering your phone, Oberyn dresses in a pair of deceptively casual linen pants and a burnt orange shirt, shoving his feet into a pair of stylish loafers and choosing the watch Ellaria had gifted him on his last birthday.
"She says she'll be at brunch, too." Looking up from your phone, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth when you see how effortlessly handsome and stylish he looks in his beautifully tailored clothing.
âI assumed she would.â He smirks. âEllaria loves to pamper her lovers after a night in her bed.â
"Ellaria...?" Letting the wheels of your mind spin at will, it takes only seconds to connect the final dots and your eyes widen all over again. "You're Oberyn Martell?"
He tilts his head in acknowledgement and smirks. âI am.â He admits, walking over and picking up his water bottle again. âBut Iâm more interested in learning your real name.â
You practically stammer it out, but you do tell him. It had been wrong to assume that it could not be him, apparently, despite his legendary attachment to his partner Ellaria Sand.
âBeautiful.â He smiles, thinking that your name fits you. âNow, are you a woman who brushes her teeth before brunch or after?â He asks curiously.
"After." You laugh, although the question is practical. "I can't have anything messing with the flavor of my coffee."
He chuckles and agrees. âEspecially when you are following it up with a mimosa.â He jokes.
âExactly.â You agree, accepting his arm when he offers it. âThe only thing worse that toothpaste and coffee is toothpaste and orange juice.â
A horrid combination.â He curls his lip in disgust. âCome, the brunch will be starting soon.â
By the light of day, the mansion is both enormous and even more splendid than it seemed last night. Details were lost in the lights of the party that you can see very clearly now as he walks you through the halls, though you do your best not to gape. Down immense hallways and the grandest set of stairs you have ever seen before â Surely these aren't the stairs he took you up last night? You would remember. â he escorts you to an enormous dining room with ceilings higher than most churches you've been in.
The staff, the regular staff, is all dressed respectably in black trousers, a sun yellow shirt and a black vest over that. The Martell family symbol of a spear and a bursting sun is emblazoned on the left breast of the vest, with a discreet name tag on the right.
There are stations for hot food and sideboards full of cold choices all laid out everywhere, and plenty of party guests milling about in last night's costumes or this morning's borrowed clothes. Soft music plays from somewhere overhead and a few staff members move between tables pouring tea, delivering mimosas, and occasionally delivering a different drink altogether. One table in the corner is a little grander than the rest, but it pulls your eye for an entirely different reason. Sitting, sipping a Bloody Mary in contentment, is Lizzy.
âAhhhh, there they are.â Oberyn hums, his smile widening when he sees the beautiful face of his paramour and guides you over to the table. âYou look well rested this morning, my love.â
"An illusion, I assure you." Ellaria smirks, rising from her place at the table with a cup of well-doctored coffee in front of her. "Since my dear new friend ensured I got very little sleep at all last night." She moves to Oberyn's side with ease to kiss him. "I trust you did the same for her friend?"
He pulls her in for a kiss, just as passionate as the one he had given you before entering the dining room where brunch was being served. Smiling when she moans slightly and pulls away. âOf course I did.â
âGood.â She commends, the easy praise pouring from her lips. âI knew you would not let any leave your bed unsatisfied.â
âOf course not.â He purrs. âShe looks ravishing, as does your playmate for the evening. Have you decided to invite her back?â
âThursday.â Ellariaâs smile is pure satisfaction on her own part. âA pity, though. She has no interest in cock. Though I donât suppose she would mind you watching if you like.â
âNo,â he shakes his head. âI will leave you two to your games. I can amuse myself, as you well know.â
âWith your new playmate?â His paramour asks slyly, glancing over at where you and Lizzy are chatting excitedly at the table.
âI find myself enchanted by her:â Oberyn admits, never shy about sharing his feelings with Ellaria. Despite their openness, they have also been together for nearly fifteen years.
âThen I am very glad she stayed.â Though Oberyn enjoys his encounters, it is rare for him to be enchanted by just anyone. It is a high commendation from a man who can have anyone he chooses.
âI am too.â He watches you and your friend with Ellaria. âI am thinking of asking her for an arrangement.â He poses.
âOh?â She is surprised at that but not unhappy. When Oberyn finds someone worthy of an arrangement it is always something that brings him joy, and Ellaria is never opposed to Oberynâs joy.
âWhat do you think?â He turns to look at his lover, seeing that she is surprised, but not necessarily opposed to the idea.
âI think she is lovely and you are enchanted.â Snuggled into his side, Ellaria presses a kiss to Oberynâs jaw and smiles. âAnd she looks very fine in Obaraâs clothes.â
âShe was in complete awe of the closet.â He muses. âShe is not seeking social status, that is for certain.â
âNo?â That alone is enough to pique Ellariaâs interest. After all, his status is high enough to elevate anyone simply by proximity. âHow do you know?â
âShe did not know who I wasâ Oberyn admits with an amused chuckle. âAnd it was no act. She was embarrassed by the fact she did not recognize me.â
âWell, well.â Ellaria chuckles, tutting in amusement. âThat does make things more interesting. Her friend did recognize me, but not everyone is as mysterious as your new lover.â
He hums and pulls her close to steal another kiss. âPerhaps you will take her out to lunch?â He asks. âTomorrow?â
âIf you wish it.â Ellaria hums, glances back at you and Lizzy, and ends up smiling. âDo you wish me to sweeten her to the idea of your arrangement, or will you propose it today?â
âSweeten her up a bit.â He winks at you when you glance over. âBeyond that, I want to know your opinion before I offer her more.â
âI will give you an honest review,â she promises, kissing him once more before straying off toward the buffet.
Oberyn watches her walk away for a moment before he turns back towards the table and smirks. Walking slowly towards you as you giggle with your friend.
âLizzy was just saying the same thing I did when we came downstairs,â you tell him, though the honest truth is that she said it much earlier in the conversation and just now you had been gossiping about why and how youâre both so tired. âThe house is even more beautiful in the sunlight.â
âI am glad you are enjoying yourself here.â Oberyn smirks and nods towards Lizzy. âI am sure that Ellaria would love to give you a private tour, if she hasnât already.â He chuckles. âShe loves to fuck in the library. Hates to read, but loves to fuck there.â
âYes, IâŚumâŚâ Lizzy clears her throat and offers him a tight, slightly nervous smile. âI have been in the library. Havenât really seen or paid attention to much of it, but Iâve been in it.â
He hums in approval and nods. âShe did say that you both enjoyed yourselves immensely.â He pulls out a chair beside you and sits down. âHave you decided if you want anything from the buffet, or something else?â He asks both of you.
âThere are more than enough choices on the buffet,â you assure him. âAnd it all looks wonderful.â
âWe were just waiting until you got here.â Lizzy admits easily. âEllaria said brunch would last for hours so we didnât need to hurry.â
âIt does.â He agrees. âBut I do think we should order our first round of drinks, donât you?â
âSheâll say anything is fine, but she prefers tea,â Lizzy supplies, nudging your arm at the table and aiming a mischievous grin in your direction while you look mortified that she essentially just made a demand on your behalf.
âBlack, green, oolong, white or pu-erh?â Oberyn asks, tilting his head in question. âDonât tell me you are someone who only drinks hibiscus tea and thinks thatâs the best?â He playfully makes a face of horror. âYou will insult me.â
âNo, no, really itâsââ
Lizzy huffs and pokes you. âEarl Grey with lemon and sugar,â she tells him, seemingly pleased that someone else is willing to make a fuss over you besides her.
âEarl Grey it is.â Oberyn nods. âDo you like the plain earl grey or the cream?â
âPlain, please,â you murmur, as though youâre glad that the least intrusive answer is the honest one. The scowl you shoot Lizzy is an attempt at withering, but you just donât have that kind of emotion in you today. Itâs as if last night swept away all the negativity you had â and while the anxiety remains this is still the best youâve felt in ages.
Oberyn motions one of the staff over. âA pot of Earl Grey tea with lemon and sugar.â He orders for you. âA Bloody Mary with extra horseradish for Ellaria.â He turns towards Lizzy. âAnd you, darling?â
âI think Iâll switch to water after this,â Lizzy concedes, tapping the rim of the Bloody Mary sheâs nearly finished. Theyâre quite strong and she was only after some hair of the dog. She doesnât need to be drunk all over again.
He pouts slightly but turns back towards the man. âA bottle of sparkling water for her and I will have a peach nectar mimosa.â He decides, smirking slightly. âI still have a yearning for sweet peaches this morning.â
You clear your throat, lips pursed together despite the very pleased smile tugging at both corners of your lips, and distinctly avoid your best friendâs eyes for the moment. He had compared your cunt to a peach in every conceivable way last night, espousing its virtues endlessly, and the simple reminder has transported you right back to the image of his head between your thighs.
Oberyn chuckles softly and sends you a knowing smirk. âI think you enjoyed it too, Dove.â He murmurs, reaching under the table to stroke your thigh. âSo when did you decide to crash the party?â He asks, looking at both of you with a grin.
âAbout a week ago,â Lizzy answers honestly, ignoring how much further you sink down into your seat. âWhen I found those little masquerade masks in a costume shop. I promised Iâd find a party to take her to if she rented costumes with me.â
âAnd technically you did,â you admit, rolling your eyes at your best friend to hide the fact that youâre somewhat mortified to have been found out so easily, and end up in the host and hostessâs beds.
âIt is a good thing.â He admits, shrugging nonchalantly. âThere are always a few that come that are not on the guest list, itâs a compliment. It means the parties are worth attending.â He smirks. âAlthough next year you will have invitations.â
Lizzieâs eyebrows raise at that and she glances at you meaningfully, as though she hadnât had as significant a night as you did.
âWe will?â You ask, swallowing the surprise in your voice.
âOf course.â He lifts a brow in amusement, as if he could not believe you would think anything else. âIf you come, that is up to you.â
âOf course weâll come.â The idea that you wouldnât is shocking and the promise comes out of your mouth extremely quickly, even if you donât mean it to. Itâs not as if you expect to sleep with him again in a year â but a girl can hope. Itâs not as if you expect your own circumstances will change much by then.
âSo tell me how you came to be in our fair city?â He wants to know more about you, and your friend.
âItâsâŚcomplicated,â you admit, although the tale is old as time. âBut basicallyâŚLizzy and I were roommates in college and weâve been friends ever since. So last year when I needed a new start, I came and joined her here.â
âHeart break or financials?â Oberyn asks sagely. There are only two reasons most people need to make a fresh start and he wonders which category you fall into.
âIââ Glancing at Lizzy like a plea for help, your best friend only shrugs and picks up her Bloody Mary as if to say âyou opened the door, now answer the question.â
âBoth,â you admit sheepishly. âI would working for my fiancĂŠâs family business. So when the engagement ended, so did the job.â
âI see.â He lifts a brow and makes a note to dig into your past, wanting to see what kind of man you were engaged to. âThen I hate to be crass, but I owe your foolish ex partner a word of thanks for giving you the freedom to land in my bed.â
âHe was a fuckinâ moron.â Lizzy supplies helpfully, and grins when you huff at her. âWhat? He was! I know you were together forever but that doesnât make him less of an idiot.â
âYour beautiful friend has a point.â Oberyn chuckles and greets the server when he comes back with your drinks. âThe tea pot in front of this beautiful lady.â He reminds him and watches as the entire service set is transferred from the rolling cart. It is a silver and gold bone China set that was his late motherâs favorite.
âThank you,â is repeated several times both to the server and to Oberyn, and the brewed tea is beautifully doctored just how you like it. Itâs a beautiful luxury, you will admit readily, and sip the scalding tea with a blissful smile. âIâm glad itâs over, but the ending was not fun,â you tell him finally. âAndâŚif itâs what needed to happen for us to come here last night? That is a wonderful night to make up for all the pain.â
âPerhaps.â He smirks and reaches over to steal a sugar cube from the little pot like he would as a child. His own drink is perfect and he hums in approval as everyone in the room settles into a quiet chatter.
When Ellaria returns to the table she brings two plates with her and sets one down in front of Oberyn. He takes forever to make even the smallest choices when it comes to having so many options, and while she would never interrupt his fun in the bedroom, it's been long enough that she surely knows his favorite foods. "You should go up," she tells you and Lizzy sweetly. "There is plenty to pick from."
Oberyn is vastly amused and thankful, winking at his paramour before he looks over at you. âDove, you should go fix yourself a plate.â
Ellaria and Lizzy both look duly impressed that there is already a pet name in place, but you downplay it. Just thanking him again for the tea and getting up from the table to go get your food is enough from now. He's being very sweet to you this morning and it's far more than you expected, so you're going to savor it while it lasts.
âShe must have a magical cunt.â Ellaria hums as she watches you and Lizzy scamper off to the buffet tables. âDoes she ââ
Oberyn shakes his head. âHonestly? I did not ask, although I am certain if she ever had any desire to, you would persuade her.â He compliments, leaning over and picking up her hand to kiss the back of it.
"I'll save the question for after tomorrow's sweetening." Ellaria decides. You seem like you could be overwhelmed by too much attention, and that would not go well for Oberyn's desires.
âApparently she is recently off heart break and financial strife.â Oberyn discloses. âPerhaps you can question how deep that monetary problem runs?â He wonât take advantage of you by leveraging money, but he will offer you a very lucrative opportunity.
"Do you know what she does?" That is always an interesting conversation, and can be a gateway to many things. "Beside fuck like a goddess, apparently?" Ellaria grins.
âThere wasnât much small talk happening.â Oberyn admits shamelessly, his own grin accompanied by waggling eyebrows. âIt is a pity your lover does not like cock, or we could see how we all enjoy each other.â
"There is no such thing as a perfect world is there?" Ellaria sighs dramatically, entirely aware that in every reasonable way, their life is perfect. It is simply a matter of who they choose to share that perfection with. That is the question at hand.
******
âBeautiful day, isnât it?â Ellaria has to shout to be heard over the wind racing between you, the top down on her sporty little convertible as she zips you away from the mansion and towards what she promises to be the best shopping in the city.
The invitation had come as a surprise to you, but when Ellaria Sand had suggested you come back over to the mansion today to have lunch, you had tentatively accepted. She was very nice, after all, and interesting -- and the longtime lover of the man that you were struggling to stop thinking about. It made the sound of lunch so civil, and you told yourself that you would not try to peak for Oberyn around the mansion where they both lived.
But as soon as you had arrived she had scooped you up in her car and said that lunch al fresco and shopping sounded divine to her, and you hadn't had the heart to tell her that there was no way in hell that you would be able to shop with her. You had just been quietly glad that you wore your nicest dress today and gotten into the car like she suggested.
"Sunny and beautiful," you agree, wondering where you could possibly be heading.
âI find on days like this, I want to be outside.â She continues on. âDonât you? What do you do for work?â The question is blunt and automatic, immediately starting in on Oberynâs request to sweeten you up.
âOh, umâŚnothing special. JustâŚthe usual sort of thing.â Itâs embarrassing to admit to someone as effortlessly elegant and carefree as Ellaria that you work yourself numb at a coffeeshop every morning and a pizza place every night. Taking shifts off to crash the masquerade and â you thought â sleep off the hangover had been something you worked hard to manage. The afternoons are normally your only free time, and today youâre spending that time with her.
âWhat is the usual sort of thing?â Her hair is wrapped in a stylish Hermès scarf and her Armani sunglasses are the latest collection. She had dressed specifically to show you what can be yours.
âI work in kitchens,â you answer diplomatically, even though you hate it. Being good at it doesnât mean itâs what you want to do with your life. You have a hard-earned degree that is sitting and calcifying while you try and fail to find work in your preferred field. When you see her tilt her head out of the corner of your eye, you shrug your shoulders. âIâm a barista and I work at a pizza place,â you clarify finally, deciding to be transparent.
âNo wonder you have such lovely taste in tea!â She reaches over and touches your knee gently before taking a firm hold on the wheel. âDo you enjoy it?â
âNot really.â You can admit that even if it doesnât feel utterly fantastic to do so. âBut Iâm grateful to have the work.â
âWhat would you rather do?â She asks. âDream job or your goal in life?â She smiles over at you. âMine was to raise my children myself, so donât discount a homemaker if thatâs your dream.â
âIâd like a family at some point.â Thatâs definitely somewhere in the dreamscape of your fantasy future, though you really donât know about any of it happening any more. âTo be honest?â Glancing over as she drives, you arenât too surprised to see her pull into an area of underground parking beneath a large and expensive looking shopping mall. Youâve actually been to this one before â you brought a book to the cafe here once to buy an overpriced pot of tea and read in the conservatory-like atmosphere. âI really donât know. I supposeâŚI like books quite a lot. But being a librarian takes quite a lot of schooling.â
âIt does?â Sheâs completely unaware of that. âI couldnât imagine why. I have never been good at reading.â She admits with a laugh. âIt bores me. Although Oberyn adores reading. His library is magnificent. At least for fucking in.â She throws you a wink as she parks and shuts off the engine.
âI heard.â The grin you shoot her is honest and amused. Lizzy is beside herself with attraction but trying to be practical about it. âWeâre eating here?â You ask, genuinely interested in what sort of bistros or lovely restaurants this building might have.
âOh, I didnât even ask,â she huffs, annoyed at herself. âDo you like Indian and sushi?â She cocks her head to the side. âThere is this wonderful fusion restaurant on the rooftop. They also make wonderful cocktails.â
âIndian and sushi fusion?â Such an idea had never occurred to you in your entire life, but since theyâre two of your favorite foods? Why not. âSounds incredible. Letâs do it.â
âOh you will love it.â She promises. âThey make these Tikka masala salmon rolls that are to die for.â She rolls her eyes and hooks her arm through yours. âEat and then shop or shop and then eat?â
"Why don't we eat and then shop?" You suggest, knowing that at some point you will have to bow out and take the city bus back home for work tonight. It would be nice to share a meal beforehand.
âThat sounds completely fair.â She knows where you are going and immediately guides you towards the elevators to take you up from the garage level. âWe will get to know each other and perhaps get drunk while we do it.â
"Maybe." It seems rude to point out that you're going to work after this so that won't be a possibility, so you simply shrug one shoulder and allow the question to hang in the air. As if you didn't envy the freedom she has so much more than just a little.
She hums, far more observant than she would appear and once the doors open to let you inside the car, she drags you in and presses the button for the rooftop. âOh damn. You didnât bring sunglasses.â She huffs and quickly presses the button for the third level. âQuick stop before lunch.â
"I don't need sunglasses, Ellaria. Really, I promise." She's laughing, though, and so radiant that you bite your lip and swallow the protest, starting to do the math in your head for if you can even afford to look at sunglasses in one of these fancy stores.
Once the elevator stops on the desired floors she whisks you away and down the marbled floors towards the stores. âArmani or Louis Vuitton?â She asks, turning and staring at your face for a second in contemplation.
"Iâ" You feel like melting into the floor, but she is whisking you down the hallway and apparently not stopping for anything so you swallow what would otherwise be a whimper of worry and decide your credit card is going to have to come out today. "Armani," you decide, knowing the prices there will be considerably lower than anything Louis Vuitton would ever carry.
âFantastic!â Her eyes light up and she steers you towards the store. âWe will find the perfect pair.â She hums and smirks. âThe sunglasses and a bikini will be the perfect outfit for an evening around the water gardens.â
"Ellaria." That makes you pause, and you put one hand on her arm gently. "I do have to work tonight."
âNo.â She frowns, a small pout on her face and she shakes her head. âThatâs not fun. You deserve more than just one evening off to recover from the masquerade.â
âWellâŚno. It isnât fun.â That is certainly not the reaction you expected from her, although youâre not entirely sure what reaction you did expect. âButâŚthatâs why they call it work, right?â
She huffs and lifts a brow. âHow much do you make an hour?â She demands, even if she knows itâs rude.
You huff, feeling deeply put on the spot, and try to remember that your best friend is half in love with this woman so maybe you should just grit your teeth on manners. âNot much,â you tell her, and when she raises an eyebrow you look down at the floor. âBoth of my jobs pay minimum wage. Thatâs why I need two.â At least the tips are good, you remind yourself. At least the tips are good.
âI will give you one thousand dollars to be my assistant for the afternoon.â She decides, immediately opening her purse and pulling out her wallet. âWill that cover the lost wages?â
âEllariaâŚâ To a passerby, or even to yourself just days ago, it might seem callous. Flippant. But one of the things you do know for certain about Ellaria Sand is that she is not a careless person. The small and large acts of kindness and caretaking you had seen from her in the small time you had known her reinforce that knowledge. She isnât careless, sheâs just a deeply blunt person.
âIs that not enough?â She glances up at you with a look of concern on her face. She could have sworn it would cover it, but perhaps you have extremely good tips.
âItâs like three weeksâ pay, that isnât the point.â The Milk of Human Kindness, that was the phrase. Ellaria is tough. Strong. But made with the milk of human kindness. âI need to keep my job. I canât just call out whenever I feel like it.â
âHand me your phone.â Ellaria demands, holding her hand out.
âWhy?â But even as you ask it, that part of your mind that is conditioned to please others by doing what your told has you reaching for your cell phone in your pocket.
Youâve opened it for her, so Ellaria taps your contacts and finds that you are a very organized kind of girl. Another reason why Oberyn must adore you and why the idea that has come to mind is such a good one. She clicks on a number and holds the phone up to hear ear, motioning for you give her one seconds.
âIâd like to speak to the manager please.â She murmurs politely when the call connects. As sheâs waiting, she smiles at you reassuringly.
âThank you for calling Main Street Pizza, this is Greg.â The tired, heavily accented voice of a sixty-year-old lifelong smoker who has audibly given up on life comes over the line. âYou wanted to talk to the manager?â
âYes, this Ellaria Sand.â She introduces herself as she watches you shift in front of her. âI have one of your employees standing in front of me right now.â She says your name and waits for him to acknowledge that fact.
âYeah?â The man drawls, snapping on his gum. âListen lady, Iâm sorry if she said something to piss you off but unless sheâs on the clock? Sheâs not my problem.â
She snorts at his answer, shaking her head and hating that you have ever worked for such a dick. âOh no darling, you are very much mistaken.â She chuckles. âIâm calling to inform you that she will not be in tonight.â She pauses for a moment. âOr ever again. Consider this her notice.â
âEllaria!â Your hiccuped shriek of fear and dismay covers whatever your boss blusters on the other end of the call, but she only smiles at you and fends you off as you try to take your phone back.
âHow do you sleep at night?â She continues on. âPaying your employee wages that make them have two, sometimes three jobs to just be able to survive.â She hisses. âYou should be ashamed of yourself, even though I know you wonât be. But you will no longer be taking advantage of her!â With that, she pulls the phone away from her ear and ends the call.
âWhat the hell am I supposed to do now?!â As soon as she hands you back your phone youâre fumbling, hands shaking as you blindly try to punch the necessary buttons to call the pizza place back and beg your awful boss to take you back. âI need to survive, Ellaria!â
âDonât you dare call that place back.â She chides softly, reaching out and taking your hands in hers. âYou will not be destitute.â She swears.
âHow?â Fear and desperation rises so high in your throat you feel sick. âMoney doesnât fall out of trees, I know you know how hard it is to make it on your own. And this isnât just about me! Lizzy and I live together. If I canât pay my half of the rent, we both end up evicted.â
She feels bad, truly, when she sees how desperate you are. âShhhhhush.â She coos softly, letting go of your hands and cradling your jaw in both her hands. âI have already thought of the perfect replacement for your terrible jobs.â She promises. âAnd if you do not wish to take it, I will personally pay your bills until you find something you want.â
âMy finances are not your responsibility.â Accountability has been drilled into your head for your entire life, and now it comes screaming to the surface even in the face of her reassurance. âIâm not qualified for anything. My job experience is all retail and food service. Getting a job is impossible even for the well-educated. I appreciate your standing up for my worth but the reality is that no employer is going to pay that well.â
She sighs softly. âOberyn has been toying with the idea of having a curator for his collections.â She murmurs softly. âHe has so many duplicate books, so many different libraries. He wants to condense them. Heâs mentioned it many times. He will give you the job.â Her lover has no problem helping others with their dreams and goals. He is very generous and it seems as if she is battering down the gates of your life rather than sweetening you to the prospect of what he can offer you. âI have made a mess of all this.â She huffs. âI was supposed to show you what could be yours rather than bully you into changing your life.â
âIâm notâŚentirely sure that I understand?â In fact you feel like youâre reeling, and that is not at all a helpful thing when youâre trying to process everything Ellaria is telling you. âOberynâŚwants to hire me? To be his personal curator?â You pinch your eyes shut and open them again but it doesnât help to clear your mind. âHe didnât even know thatâŚthat I love libraries or that I studied history?â
âNo.â She shakes her head and sighs, looking around before she pulls you closer. âLetâs buy your sunglasses and I promise I will explain while we have a very stiff drink, okay love?â
âWellâŚâ youâre shrug your shoulders helplessly. âI donât have to work anymore, so I guess a drink is okay.â
âDonât be too mad at me, I promise you will be perfect. Hopefully even wonderful.â She promises, although she feels so guilty right now.
âIâm not mad.â The realization washes over you and you swallow, holding back a thick coating of emotion. âIâmâŚscared. And I know we barely know each other so this whole outing has been oversharing anyway.â
âWe might not know each other well, but we will.â Of that, she is absolutely certain. âCome, we will pick out a pair of sunglasses and then we will work everything out.â She takes your hand again and starts to steer you towards the Armani store.
It seems pointless to ask how she is so certain. Ellaria appears to be certainly of everything. Instead you just allow yourself to be tugged along, worried and scared and anxious that whatever this remarkable, chaotic woman has to say to you will shake your fragile life even further.
In the store, Ellaria has you try on a dozen pair of sunglasses, not letting you look at the tags before she nods. âThose are the ones.â She decides. âHow do you like them?â
Theyâre classic Armani tortoise shell glasses that complement the shape of your face no matter who you are, and honestly youâd be silly not to love them. âTheyâre beautiful,â you admit, a little too softly. âBut EllariaâŚâ But you just quit my job for me.
âDonât.â She holds up a finger and then gently pulls them off your face. âMy treat.â She insists before she whirls around and hands them to the associate. âPlease get the box for these. She will be wearing them out, of course.â
The associate nods and walks away to comply, not seeing the ways your brows furrow. The feeling in your chest is an odd mixture of shame, guilt, and an unexpected appreciation for the woman currently offering you a slice of something beautiful and lasting for no other reason than kindness. Ellaria â and Oberyn, for that matter â owe you nothing. But that does not stop them from giving, apparently.
âThank you,â you offer finally, unsure what else to say.
âYou have nothing to thank me for.â She huffs. âI have made your anxiety go through the roof.â
âMy anxiety is always through the roof.â You laugh it off because sheâs right. âThat doesnât make you less nice.â
She snorts and shakes her head, "you are too precious." She murmurs and pulls out her credit card to pay for the glasses.
âSo why exactly are sunglasses so mandatory for this restaurant?â You ask, trying not to fidget in place at the cash stand. âJust because itâs on the roof?â
"Absolutely." She smiles and turns towards you as the clerk runs the card.
âThat seems a little dramatic.â Still, you smile affectionately. âBut then? So is Oberyn. So I shouldnât be surprised you are, too.â
"I have spent so much time with my lover that I am sure that our characteristics have merged." She laughs. "But I was honestly thinking about how good you will look wearing these and a small bikini we are going to buy you after lunch."
âYou mentioned that before.â Walking out of the store together, you laugh again and shake your head a little. âDetermined to have me out by that pool at some point? Or is that what Oberyn wanted you to butter me up for?â
She hums in amusement. "No, I don't think that you would believe me if I told you right now." She admits softly.
âOne very strong cocktail, right?â Trying to be encouraging, you wave your hand toward the escalator inside the mall and smile. âLetâs go.â
Ellaria takes the bag that has the luxurious box and carrying case for the glasses. "Very strong." She laughs as she swings the bag and loops her arm through yours.
Three floors up, the roof of the luxury shopping center has a smattering of cafes and restaurants, but Ellaria leads you toward one accented with bold patterned tablecloths and oversized gold-upholstered armchairs. Soft music plays inside, and it becomes apparent as soon as the hostess starts leading you inside that the music being piped up to the front of the restaurant to greet diners is actually coming from the live performer out in the dining area.
The skylight is nothing but glass above you, hence why Ellaria had bought you the sunglasses. The hostess brings you over to a beautiful table that is one to very obviously meant to be seen at. âPerfect.â She smiles as the two of you are seated.
"I'll give you ladies some time with the drink menu," the hostess says, before striding away to return to her stand.
It's a stunning place, really. The bright afternoon sun is high overhead and the live music is entrancing. A few people murmur as they recognize Ellaria but she seems entirely unbothered by it. She has been a part of the local gossip in this city so long that it hardly seems to matter to her in the least. Which, you have to admit, is admirable as much as it is enviable.
âSo, shall we have a chai martini?â She asks as she looks over the menu. âI know they are excellent.â
"Sounds great," you agree, happy to follow her lead. The fact that it does actually sound good helps immensely.
âYou will not regret it.â The second the menu is set down, the waiter is at Ellariaâs elbow. âTwo chai martiniâs, please and in five minutes have another two brought to the table.â She requests with a smile.
Making a face as if to tell her itâs an admirable pace, you end up laughing as the two of you look over entrees together. You decide on sharing a few sushi rolls of varying degrees of fusion, and by the time the waiter returns Ellaria thanks him and puts in your lunch order easily.
âSo.â She holds her martini glass up to yours and clinks it with a small tap. âTo new and blossoming friendships.â
âI will absolutely drink to that.â If nothing else, you had agreed to this lunch for Lizzy, but it seems like things are already on their way to becoming far more entangled and interesting than simply a lunch with your best friendâs lover.
Ellaria takes a very long sip of her martini and sighs happily when she is pulling away from the glass. âNowâŚ.â She sets the glass down and settles back into her chair. She feels a little more calm now. âWe can talk about things.â
âYes, please.â The drink is delicious, but you canât deny the burning curiosity. What could she possibly be wanting to talk to you about that required a drink and such an elaborate outing? If Oberyn didnât want to see you anymore he could simply have said so and that would have been that. You would have been bitterly disappointed, of course, but youâre a big girl. Hearts mend.
âOberyn wanted me to bring you out today.â She admits shamelessly. âTo treat you, sweeten you up for him.â Her hands spread and she shrugs slightly. âBut I have been a little too aggressive.â
âThatâs the part I donât understand,â you admit, unintentionally leaning forward in your seat at even the mention of his name. When it comes to Oberyn, you understand that you are simply one in a long line. But he is so incredibly unique that you canât find it in yourself to mind one bit. âSweeten me up for what?â
âHe wants you.â She tells you bluntly. âWant you to have a relationship with him.â
"Oh!" That was certainly not on the list of things you had counted as possibilities for this conversation -- or ever -- and you're honestly just glad that you hadn't taken a sip of your drink in that moment. "Then...I don't..." Your cheeks flare hot and you clear your throat. "I don't want to sound rude but...why not just ask me that himself?"
âHe wanted my opinion on you.â She admits. âAnd Oberyn likes to give. He is very generous with his lovers and even more so with the ones he has more than just casual flings with. However, he has noticed that you are not like others. He wanted me to show you a glimpse of what he could offer you.â
"You mean I didn't sleep with him because he's famous and wealthy?" It must have really struck a chord with him that you didn't recognize him. That you had just liked him. Been honestly attracted to the man for who he is. "He's a good man. And alarmingly sexy. But you know that better than I do. It isn't hard to be attracted to him. Not at all."
âOh I know.â She promises. âBut your sentiment is exactly what has drawn him in. He wants to keep that for himself.â She picks up her martini glass again. âHe is always accusing me of being greedy, but he is just as greedy.â
"So...he wants to...keep me?" You raise your eyebrow at that and have to concede that she was right. You absolutely did need a strong drink for this. "I know he would never give you up, and I certainly would never ask him to."
âYes.â She nods bluntly. âOberyn has never been one to limit his appetites, nor limit those of his lovers.â She explains. âIt is why your Lizzy found her way into my bed and you tumbled into his.â She smiles.
"And he didn't know if I would be willing to be kept." The thought had never even crossed your mind before. It isn't like there are an abundance of opportunities for broken young women to actually find rich men to shower them in money that aren't either incredibly creepy or bordering on illegal. "So he asked you to make it appealing to me."
âSome find it morally or ethically repugnant.â Ellaria snorts indelicately and rolls her eyes. âOberyn kept me from selling myself on the streets the first night he met me.â She admits. âI was one hour away from going to work at the brothel when I stopped into a bar to have a drink.â
"What's repugnant is people forcing others into desperate circumstances. Not choosing your own means of survival." Still, your mind reels. Not about any sort of moral hang up but just about the reality of the situation. "I wouldn't feel right taking money for nothing," you tell her honestly. "I don't know what the hell I'm qualified to do, but I would feel like I would have to do something for him."
âThat is why his library would be perfect for you.â She hums. âI have a feeling you would be spending plenty of time there anyway.â She winks saucily at you. âBut I feel as if I have force you into these circumstances.â She frowns as the words come out. âWhich is why I will pay for your bills if you decide not to accept Oberynâs offer.â
"You don't have to do that." While it's appreciated, it still wouldn't feel right. You haven't done anything to earn that sort of generosity from her. "But...can I ask you...what it's like?" Over her shoulder, you can see the waiter approaching with a tray full of small plates and you finish your thought quickly. "Your arrangement wouldn't be exactly the same as mine, I understand that. But...you're the only person I know I could ask as an example."
She smiles, waiting as the plates are brought to the table, along with the second set of martinis. âAnother set of drinks in fifteen minutes.â She requests and looks back at you after thanking the waiter. âItâsâŚ.freeing.â She admits. âHe will not keep you from taking another lover, he would love to play with you if you so choose. Heâs intelligent and charming, bold and some would say that he is quick to temper, but he would never harm you.â She promises. âYou have the freedom to do what you wish, with whomever you wish it, as long as you also fulfill his need of you.â
You can't help but smile at that. "Which...let's face it. It's Oberyn. That need is an active one."
âAnd it will only increase when you have children.â She laughs. âI was having to beat him off of me when I was carrying.â Sheâs joking, but only just.
"That..." The thought dawns on you with the force of summer sun. "That's why you asked me if I wanted a family?"
âI could not see Oberyn denying himself - or you - a child.â She admits with a small shrug. âHe does have eight daughters that he adores.â
"I guess I haven't really thought about it as a possibility," you admit. "Not having a partner put a damper on that. And even my ex wasn't too hot on the idea of kids."
âYou will never meet a more excited, or involved father.â She can readily testify to that. He has an individual and close relationship with each of his daughters. Any other children would most definitely be treated to the same relationship.
âDo youâŚIâm sorry if this is rude, but do you have any kind of relationship with the other girlâs mothers?â While you talk she nudges the food toward you a little and you both begin to eat. âIâm just trying to imagine how so large a family fits together.â
âThe othersâŚ..��� Ellaria sighs. âItâs complicated. But the other women wanted nothing to do with the children beyond what Oberyn could give them. So he took custody.â She explains. âHe offered to let them see the girls, but none of them have.â
âI see.â That doesnât sit well with you at all, but it isnât your place to have an opinion on any of it. Whatever deals Oberyn made with those women it happened a long time ago and it has nothing to do with you. You just hate the idea of the daughters being used as bargaining chips in any way.
She can see that the entire thing bothers you and she reaches out. âHe never would have taken them from their mothers if they loved them as the children they were, rather than a means of income.â She promises. âAlthough the last one before me, she was a nun.â
âI suppose I just donât like the idea that anyone would ever think of having kids as a source of income,â you admit, trying to wipe the frown off your face. âBut life is complicated. Iâm sure there was more going on that I have no idea about.â
âHe will tell you about each case if you wish.â She knows Oberyn has nothing to hide about his children, never would hide anything.
âIâll ask once things areâŚsettled.â Once you know what this next step in your life is going to look like. Because despite the uncertainty and the unexpectedness of what is being offered to you, it is an offer that you donât really see the downside to. SureâŚit would only last as long as he decides heâs happy with the rearrangement. But isnât all employment at will, so to speak?
âHe can be very open.â She smiles and picks up her chopsticks. âShall we partake in your first experience with this particular fusion?â She asks playfully. âAnd you can ask me any other questions you might have.â
âIs it too forward to ask what your arrangement with Oberyn is?â Sheâs the only person you could ask such a thing, after all, and youâre curious. He asked her to warm you up to the idea â but the only idea you have of it all right now is vague at best.
âWe are lovers.â She has no issue sharing with you. âFriends, companions. Everything you could imagine short of marriage.â She holds a piece of sushi up and examines it as she talks. âBut we also have the freedom to do as we wish. If I were walk away today, Oberyn would let me go, and everything I have would still be mine, even though everyone knows he gave it to me.â
âDid you always live with him?â The first of the sushi rolls that you try is bursting with the familiar tastes of tandoori spices and the sweet tang of seasoned sushi rice. Unexpected but very delicious.
âFrom the very first night.â She nods. âOberyn does not like giving up a good thing when he has it.â She smirks at you. âAs you are finding out.â
"I just don't want to leave Lizzy without help," you explain, and if it wasn't abundantly clear to Ellaria that you were seriously considering the offer it should be now. "Living expenses are enormous. And she has a good job, but it's still hard."
âOhhhh, I donât think you would need to worry about Lizzy.â She hums, her smirk deepening.
"And what exactly does that mean?" You ask, raising one eyebrow in interest.
âIt means that your friend is a very special woman.â She winks and reaches for another roll.
"I hope it means you're going to be good to her, too?" That would be so much of what Lizzy wants. So very much.
âOf course she would be very well spoiled.â She winks again. âWe have decided that the apartments in the west wing that arenât being used will be remodeled.â
âWe?â The bite of sushi in your mouth is a little too big for talking around delicately and you swallow quickly. âYou and Oberyn have already talked about it?â
âWe have always had the agreement that if we have found someone we are willing to have an arrangement with, that we would bring them to us rather than take away potential time with the girls.â She explains.
âSoâŚyouâre going to offer Lizzy an arrangement, too?â What an utter relief that would be, if itâs true. Lizzy is besotted with Ellaria and loves kids despite not wanting to have any herself. She would be so happy to be a part of a family but have the freedom to come and go and live her own life as she pleases.
âI was hoping she would be up for it.â Ellaria admits. âI have so enjoyed the time with her and find that we are very compatible.â
"I think she will love it." And that fact is like the last of your reservations melting away. Like the thing holding you back wasn't worry for yourself, but worry for your friend who had pulled you out of the pit you were in after your breakup. Lizzy had pulled you out, dusted you off, and gotten you back on your feet and you would never ever abandon her after that kind of love.
She can see that you are relaxed knowing that your friend would be taken care of and that speaks to your character so much more than any words could. âHe is right.â She muses. âYou are wonderful.â
"I don't know about that," you shake your head, ill-equipped for such a shining compliment. "But I love my best friend very much."
âOf course you do.â She tuts softly, as if it is beyond reason that you would think otherwise.
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I'm Not Interested | Oberyn Martell x F!Reader
Synopsis: Being a handmaiden meant you lived to serve, to make sure you were keeping the young queen safe. But when a certain golden fellow makes his way in from the South, he cannot help but to become infatuated with your aura. So many stories you have heard about the Prince of Dorne, how uninterested it made you. But would he be able to woo you?
Warnings: Language, Angst, M/F Sexual Situations, The Hatred the Reader Has For Oberyn is A S T R O N O M I C A L, Reader has the last name of Flowers since they are a bastard from The Reach,
Rating: M
Word Count: 7.3K
What is it with those who we cannot have that make life most difficult? Was it the fact that every time you lay your eyes upon them, you knew you cannot be with them? Or was it the fact that you have convinced yourself you should not care for this person, should not be with them, because they will not feel the same way? The constant back and forth can be very tiresome; What was the point of harboring such emotions if they could not be acted upon? Why must life be so damn complicated? Why must two different social classes not interact even though they can bring the greatest of pleasures and happiness? The gods from above were out to get us all, to make sure we cannot act upon such feelings in order to restore balance, power, and integrity within the seven kingdoms. But what would they think about those who did not harbor such feelings for the irresistible? The greatest challenge they would ever have to face, started with you.
Urges were something you had never given into, no matter how bad you needed to. You never really saw the necessity in pining after them if all they could bring would be heartache, fear and anger. It had to do with your upbringing, you attributed it to. Fearing the worst of all situations forced you to become cautious in your day to day - why live in multiple strides when you could comfortably follow one linear path? There would be no disruptions, you could predict everyday and know it would/could play out the same way. After all, was what fun about surprises? Knowing what to expect everyday had a better feel; You go to work, do your tasks and go home - simple enough at the end of the day. No big occurrences that could knock you off track, no distractions that could cause you to be beheaded - everything worked out perfectly in hindsight. What more out of life could you possible have asked for? Why did he need to be brought into the picture? Why was the world out to get you?
Growing up was not simple for you; Then again, neither was life. Westeros was suppose to be the land of opportunity, the country of new allegiances and fresh life - it was not suppose to be the end all, be all. Surely you didn't pick up on the evil and the carnage until you were much older, but growing up in Honeyholt was your solace - your home away from home. Though you had only spent a short amount of time there, it was nothing like you ever new before. Lush greenery and sweetened air flowed through your nostrils every time you woke up; Softened gaze of the sun rippling over your body like it was a kiss from the gods themselves. The Reach was one of the least problematic provinces of Westeros but, somehow there would always be evil that followed. Maybe it was just you after all, maybe the evil followed because you provoked it? Your first lick of the bad was when one of the river boys decided to kill your lovely hummingbirds by pelting them with rocks; Weirdo was a phrase they tossed at you like stale bread. But it was the rocks being pelted back at their heads that helped solidify the family you would have, love and cherish forever.
Margaery Tyrell was your saving grace that dreadful summer day, her brother Loras standing directly next to her. It was their sharp aim of the glistening rocks that caused your tears and sadness to turn to smiles and laughter - protecting you from the bullshit being thrown your way. The reason you were tormented in The Reach was due to being a bastard - born to a mother and father who were merely fifteen. They could not care for you, so they ushered you off to the nearest orphanage, leaving you without a house name but one that would be burned into your cranium. Flowers was a beautiful last name, elegant and soft but - when it revolved around those born out of lust, no one appreciated it. Still Margaery and Loras let you become one of their own, promising to bring you love and joy like you never knew before. It they had not saved you that day - you would have been stoned to death by those measly boys. But you never expected your life to take such a turn, shifting from anger and sadness to peace and serenity. The Tyrells were one of the only welcoming families in all of the Seven Kingdoms, well besides the Martells.
Due to how close you had gotten with Margaery over the course of sixty two nights, Mace Tyrell had appointed you the handmaiden for his young daughter. It came naturally being best friends with Margaery with her loving, sympathetic and feisty nature; You felt like a Tyrell one most days. Both of you were around the same age of 12 when you had been given the role, doing that even up into this very day. It came naturally to be in the princesses care, though she was not royalty at that age just yet. It was an ongoing dream you both had, being whisked away far away from Highgarden to enjoy the scenery of the world - hoping a loving Prince would make you his one day. Though it was a pipedream, it was one you chose to reminisce in. Those small daydreams started to diminish when Margaery was being whisked away to Renly Baratheon - promising to make her a Queen. You were so happy your best friend got to see the world, being in charge and love every minute of it - but deep down you wished it was you. Mace told you the second she was sauntered off to another realm, you would not longer be of service but, Lady Olenna and Margaery were always going to need you as the handmaiden.
You had been through it all with Queen Margaery, Renly's death - Joffery's death and now her marriage to Tommen. Poor girl had endured so much in so little time you were starting to feel for her, maybe it was the course of the Baratheon's everyone droned on about at times. Still being the one to comfort her through it all meant the world; You needed each other like fish needed water - two halves of a whole. She could not function without you and vice versa; No one could function without a great support system in King's Landing. With Cersei always making her rounds to check in on the both of you, always making quips about you being a bastard - both you and Margaery talked the biggest load of shit about her once she left. Then again that is what sister's do, they talk shit and laugh together. A gift from the gods above, a curse in the seven kingdoms. The optimism that Margaery held was one of the reasons that you became narrow to the world, living as a realist instead of in your sweetened fantasies. There was too much death shrouding for one to endure; You took the baggage on for her.
A stormy night in King's Landing was rare, only sunshine had made its way through the golden city. Standing on the balcony of the castle you watched how the rain trickled down softly in your chambers, how it rippled amongst blackwater bay in the most beautiful of ways. You were meant to be drawing a bath up for Margaery but, decided to let the water boil a bit more before letting her slip in. She loved a hot bath with her favorite citrus and clove oils, and on colder nights like this - it was heavily needed. Pulling your shawl tightly around your body you took a deep breath, letting the different spicy scents take over your senses. Warmth of the water and the cold from the rain were in heavy contrast - the one week you spent up in Winterfell with the Tyrells brought back so many memories like this - but at least Winterfell was welcoming and warm, not sticky and hateful like King's Landing. Hearing the gentle patters of feet on the cobblestone, you rushed over to the fireplace with your mitts, prancing the last of the boiling water over to the metal tub. As the final wash fell over you added the best part, fresh lilac and rose petals from the garden below - fresh cut by the Queen herself.
Standing back towards the fireplace, you watched the chamber door open but - reveal total darkness. Chewing on your bottom lip you felt the warmed presence of something else enter, causing your heart to shift into a flutter. There was a moment of total silence; The rain being drowned out by the racing in your ears, how your body shifted so quickly into fight mode. Candlelight could only take you so far to see - you were never particular on having more than a handful of candles lit at once, a hazard in itself plus the minimal lighting was better for you to sleep in. Slipping in through the open door was someone you never expected to see up this way, thinking he was down in the lower chambers, with six other companions. A black, almost black shawl draped over his shoulders was accompanied by brown pants; The strings pulled loose to show an incredible clean tuft of curls sitting at the base of his pelvis. Wandering eyes made their way up his lean torso, falling right onto his face - one you hated to admit was gorgeous. Generous auburn eyes glowed in the pale moonlight, his facial hair soft enough to scratch, making him purr. His hair, god that fucking short mane on top - how you were tempted to curl your fingers around every inch.
Ever since those from all Seven Kingdoms came to rejoice in the Purple Wedding, there had been one set of eyes permanently locking themselves onto you - watching your every move like it was the best entertainment yet. It all started when you first accompanied Margaery to the great hall for the ceremony, taking your place on her side in front. You stood facing your best friend with a wide smile, giving her some hope though she was to marry such a monster. Everyone in all of Westeros knew how much of a psychopath Joffery Baratheon was, if you could give Margaery a sliver of hope then you were going to. Distraction was prevalent during the ceremony when a warmed presence made its way behind you - boring into your soul. The bareness of your back in the lilac dress you wore had you able to feel every small lick of heat from dead set eyes. Before you could spin around to see the gaze wanting your attention so badly, a thick accented voice, low in nature appeared right in your ear, a heavy breath of wine and berries falling over your senses; "How long have you known the new Queen?" He asked, it was a genuine question from what you could tell. The urge to spin around and see exactly who you were talking to was high but, it would be frowned upon. Plus if your gaze was shifted elsewhere, Margaery would begin to panic.
"About ten years; Give or take," It was true, now that you both were close to your mid twenties now. When meeting at 12 years old you never expected your life to take such a turn like this, to now be standing only a few mere feet from the iron throne where your best friend was. In a way you only thought you were going to have tragedy and horrible memories to grow up with but, the Tyrell's changed your entire outlook on life. "Always her handmaiden, or more?" The same voice asked, goosebumps prickling your bare arms. His calloused, strong fingers began to stroke their way up your skin - reveling in how you gently shook at his touch. For this mystery man to have such an effect on you already was a sign of submission, something you were never going to give up easily. "She's my best friend," You sighed out, wanting to focus on the ceremony rather than another drunken fool who would try and have his way with you. Shrugging his touch off you held your hands together right in front of you, tilting your chin high with a sophisticated smile to your Queen. Deep down you did not want this man's touches to stop, or his sweetened words - you were hating how much you craved a total stranger; What spell did he cast on you?
"Hm, I am so sure of it. From the look you're giving her I can tell it's more than that," Honeyed words caused you to spin around effortlessly - cocking a wary eyebrow at the patron behind you. To not avail did you find him, just cautious eyes from each section of Westeros shooting you a glare. The heat on your face rose as you sighed out, turning back to the ceremony - now having Cersei Lannister shoot daggers in your direction. The familiar scent of wine and berries came back effortlessly once your eyes faced forward, sending a wave of heat through your nerves. "I'm sorry, who are you?" Your words barely came out above a whisper as you jaunted on, trying to put as much space as you could between yourself and this mystery man. Placing his body directly behind yours, he ghosted his hand over your waist - the heat causing your eyes to flutter shut for a split second, "Little canary, allow me to introduce mysel-"
"Sir, there is a wedding going on and I am not going to get in trouble due to you. Introductions can wait," You did not intend for the words to come in such a harsh manner as they did, it was the fact that Cersei and Jamie were staring at you as if they wanted you dead, you couldn't deal with that on what was suppose to be such a happy day. Before you could shuffle off towards the opposite side of the Great Hall, the hand ghosting over your body finally came into contact, a breathy moan escaping his lips before he began to speak; "Prince Oberyn Martell," He whispered into your ear, placing his hand flush against your waist - pulling you back to his chest. Resting your head against his forehead, you tried to keep your concentration focused primarily on the boring ceremony, the draping of cloth going forth now. But it was difficult when Oberyn's hands roamed your body like you were the last meal in all of the country, starving for your affection, your body, and soul. "Why don't we skip the dreadful event going on and, let me worship you. My paramour would take a quick liking to such a beauty as yourself."
His lips nipped at the soft spot behind your ear, causing a silent whimper to release from your lips. Fighting to keep your eyes opened Oberyn took the opportunity to slip his hand through the opening just below your breast, trailing his hot fingertips across your stomach - dipping lower, and lower until his reached the juncture of where your thigh met your pelvis. Shuttering at the feeling you could not help but think about his words, how he explicitly used the word paramour over wife. The Prince of Dorne; One who fucked everything and anything that could walk. Oberyn Martell was here, right behind you, touching you in such intimate ways as his lips trailed down to your neck. Biting at the supple flesh near your jaw, you felt the anger boil up in you that you were allowing this out in the open, for everyone to see; "Do I look like I'm from the pleasure houses?" The quip was quick, causing the Prince to laugh right into your ear - the assault his lips were having on your neck and jaw never stopped, trailing over to your shoulder instead. "No, you're more sophisticated than that; Feisty. You have a fire and spark I am dying to ravish."
Twirling around in his grasp, you pushed back a bit more to head towards the middle of the crowd. One of your hand was fixed on the back of his neck whilst the other was pressed firmly against his toned chest - both set of eyes peering in to one another. One of the most cocky smirks you have ever seen fell upon his Prince's lips - kissing the side of your mouth as he hiked your leg up around his waist, rolling his hips up into you. The broken moan leaving your lips made you flush, not wanting to give into his advances already. Moving your lips to press against the shell of his ear, you bite down harshly on his lobe, spitting your words out, "If you touch me again, I will break your fucking hand - Martell."
Tightening your hands into fists, you rolled your eyes as you sauntered back to the fireplace, using the poker to move around some of the burnt logs, "You're a long way from the brothels, Prince Oberyn." Shooting a glare at the man standing before you, you groaned as you focused on the amber flames - hoping they would take you away from this entire moment. In a way you were pleased to see Prince Oberyn again, but another was cursing you for feeling this type of way. Oberyn had a huge reputation across all of Westeros and Essos for being an intimate man; One who finds pleasure in all people. Nothing wrong with being sexually active, it was the fact that he could flirt with one and fuck another that made you feel sleazy, as if you were working around the corner at Little fingers establishments. There was a pride you had for not using sex to get to where you are, or what you wanted. Every now and again you did dabble but, it was nothing too exciting. A royal guard member here, a squire there - basic as men could come. "Ah but little canary, I am exactly where I need to be," The thick Dornish tang of Oberyn's accent caused goosebumps to rise on your skin - though you were fanning the flames. Silently you cursed yourself for having a wave of arousal pool in your heated center.
"No, you're not. Why have you come to my chambers?" It was a bit unethical to say the least for Margaery to bathe in your chambers, then again any chance she could get away from Joffrey she was taking. But she would never tell anyone that, she would never let out that she comes to your room for solace in the darkest hours on the mornings. Sucking your teeth whilst refusing to look at Oberyn, you put the fire poker down to add two more logs - breathing out in a ragged manner, "The Queen insisted I become acquainted with her lovely handmaiden." The words shot through your body like ice, freezing you from the inside out. There was no way Margaery would, even if she saw what Oberyn was doing to you earlier. Shaking your head you pounced to your feet, staring daggers into the man before you, silently cursing how you eyes ran up and down his beautiful physique. The urge to strike on him like a viper was strong, wanting to take the name for yourself. "Margaery would never, get lost," You sighed, rubbing the heel of your hand against tired eyes - setting the plush towels down to the side of the tub. Oberyn wasted no time rubbing the small of your back through your baby blue dress - letting the soft chiffon run over his fingertips.
"Aw, are you not enveloped by my charm?" You were, that was the sad part. A side of you wanted to submit in his grasp, let him pull anything he wanted from your body - but you could give him that pleasure. Straightening your back out, you shoved the Prince away from your body - making your way across the room to focus in on your desk chair, pulling your papers closer; Your quill only a few inches away. "Charm? You?" You spat in the direction of the Dornish Prince, watching how his mouth quirked into a hefty smirk. Following your steps over in front of your desk, he watched how you intricately started to write across the creased parchment, the story you had been working on for many moons now. It was one full of tradition revolving around Samhain; A foreign concept you were not well versed in but, it did not stop you from telling the spooky tale. Rolling your eyes as Oberyn comes to your side, you pushed your chair further to the left, cricking your neck to ease the ever-lasting tension; "Please." Oberyn was loving just how playfully snappy you are, loving to tease but hating to give him any/all satisfaction. With you it was like pulling teeth; Men like this never deserved your attention as Mace always said.
Breaking your concentration from writing was the feeling of his warm touch pulling at the strap of your dress, dipping it down enough to show the skin of your shoulder. Oberyn was quick on his feet, you had to give him that. Almost instantly his lips attached to your neck over the back of the chair, biting down on the pillowy skin. There was something so pleasurable about his plush lips but you could not give in, your hands tightening into fists whilst trying to contemplate your next move. "Such a delicate little thing, I wonder how wild you could be without your restraints," Oberyn hummed deeply, letting it ripple from his broad chest. Trailing his strong fingers down the front of your dress he wound up slinking his fingers across the swell of your breast, watching ever so gently for your reaction. He was a man of many passions but, he would never force you into anything you were not comfortable with. He was not going to let anything like that come about, killing anyone who dared do that to those he cared for. Whimpering at his words you managed to sling a sentence together, but not before he chuckled at your broken state, "I-I don't know what you mean - I do not have any restraints."
You did, and you knew that you did. It wasn't all of your fault, King's Landing made everyone stressed and tensed. Constantly dealing with the brutality and the bullshit being thrown your way caused you to develop thick skin; Beautiful personality lost in the brazen attitude of the Capital. Lamb to slaughter was the best way to describe how it felt to oppose the Baratheon's, the Lannister's and any house that was prevalent within the Red Keep. Leaning forth into Oberyn's touch, he hummed pleasantly against your neck, giving you the tentative stirs of his fingers against your nipples, "Oh but my little canary, you do. You carry the burden of life around with you like it was a badge of honor - that has made you so uptight." Hearing the truth fall from his lips caused your body to go rigid - the pleasure and sweet satisfaction he laced your body with just from a single touch dissipated. Slowly you craned your neck to stare up at him, trying to threaten him with only your eyes; Oh how bright they shone against the wet moonlight. Only a mere few inches from your face was the Prince, his eyes blackened due to bodily intoxication; "If looks could kill, I would have an honorable death," He winked, pushing himself away from you.
"Prince Oberyn, please leave my chambers immediately." It was getting out of hand this small game of cat and mouse, how he was chasing you with a pining sensation rather than fear. In those beautiful pants giving you little to imagine, you could see his taut backside pounding softly with every small step he took. Of course he noticed, it would be unlike him if he didn't. Slamming your open palms against the fresh oak desk, you rose quickly enough to show how serious you were. Daggers in your eyes and huffed breaths releasing in your wake made Oberyn's cock twitch - wanting to see you submit to him, release that hidden tension you were so adamant about not having. Waving off your excuse of madness, he let the hottest water of the bath ripple against his open palm - moaning at the sensation, "You need to relax, dear canary - sing for me. Come, join my bath," Oberyn pouted right in your direction - catching you with a meek smile. He waited, and waited, and waited for your loving response, knowing you were only moments away from fully cracking. But alas he was wrong, you would not submit without a fight; "No."
Shrugging your one word off as nothing, Oberyn began to hum as he let his shawl fall to the floor - pooling right behind him. His gaze never left yours as he pulled at the leather ties to his slacks, the softened leather outlining his thick cock deliciously. He was teasing you with every movement, not pulling his pants down right away but instead lowering them slowly. Each inch that he released caused the pool of arousal to grow between your legs - his shaft of his girthy length coming into full view. Under candlelight it was so tan, mostly from the nude bathing on the beach he loved to do, but his purple tip - begging to be sucked called your name; Your breath hitching in your throat. Winking at your shocked state, he finally let the pants pool on the floor with a loud groan - the colder air nipping at his bare skin. It did not take the Prince long to slip into the bath, sighing out heavily at the amazing feeling of the hot water on his skin. "Mmm, you made this perfect for me," his moan of appreciation opened the floodgates in your core, causing your legs to part slightly. What would he think if you dropped your dress and joined him? Would he welcome you with opened arms, or would he criticize you? Many thoughts of what you wanted this man to do to you flew through your mind, the dilemma was whether to act on them.
"You're an absolute nuisance, I will have the King's Guard escort you out," with the slam of your hands they came in contact with the wood again, causing Oberyn to jolt slightly in the water. Laughing at your remark he nodded, agreeing that he was a nuisance. He took great pride in knowing how much he pushed people beyond their limits, wanting them to see what life truly had to offer - what they should not be afraid of in hindsight. Life is all about adventure and new opportunity; Oberyn's mission was to make sure you felt the love and want that you deserve, that you craved from a young age. He knew what it was like to be unwanted, but never let that define him. Dorne is for lovers - he wanted every part of Westeros to see, feel, and hear it. Sinking further into the water of the golden tub, he deeply inhaled the beautiful clove scent, reminding him of Sunspear as he spoke, "When was the last time you were properly given the bounty of pleasure?" His face did not falter in the slightest, remaining strong and curious with a tightly pulled lip. Pondering your own expression wasn't hard to do in this lighting, but he could see the heat rising across your skin.
"Shut up-" you stopped yourself quick, not wanting to elaborate on what your mind was thinking. It had been a long, long time - before you even got to the Red Keep when you last experienced pleasure. The last person you ever let touch you in such an intimate setting was Podrick Payne, a chance encounter one night while Tyrion and Sansa were on some kind of retreat. Though it was one of the best sexual experiences, it was innocent with only fingers and mouths being of use. Nothing in between to really get your fancy going. Multiple nights you lulled yourself to sleep with the delicate touch of your own fingers inside your aching core - not thick or long enough to truly graze that one spongy spot. Now with Oberyn, you know that man could find that spot within seconds to have you see stars, to give yourself the beautiful release you were so desperately seeking. He would pull ripple upon ripple of your orgasm from you effortlessly, still begging you for more at the end of the day. That is all you have been craving since he touched you on the wedding day; "Ah, we must have a virgin in our midst."
It was a vicious slap back to reality, hearing such a skilled man call you a virgin. You were nowhere near that pure, losing yours within the last of your teenage years. The anger boiling over in your bloodstream was making you nervous at how badly you were going to snap at Oberyn. You didn't want to lose your cool with him, especially since you were starting to warm up to the idea of him pleasing you. But everyone in King's Landing made fun of you for being pure, uptight and a bitch - so it was like he was adding it the bullying deep within your mind. Pinpricks of tears latched themselves to your lashes as you tried to get them away, not wanting to cry in front of the Prince of Dorne. Rounding your desk you were like a bat out of hell, rushing over to the side of Oberyn as he laid in the tub, comfortable and at peace. Lowering your gaze to stare right at eye level, you let your vision go red before lashing out the harshest words you could muster, wanting them to burn, and sting; "I fucking hate you, Martell. You are one of those most bat shit fuckers I have ever laid my eyes upon, and one that is too slow on the dr-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Oberyn's wet hand came up quick from the hot water, slamming right against the juncture of your throat. Your knees buckled as they came into contact with the cold stone floor, your breath caught in his tight grasp. Bringing your hands up to grip at his wrist you saw the amused grin on his pouty lips, how his eyes slanted slightly to engage in your retort. Bringing your face closer to his, he let his fingers press down on your pulse point to cut the blood flow off - pounding of blood in your ears became deafening when he fanned his hot breath of your parted lips, "I'm what?" The words were calm, too calm for your liking. The fact that Oberyn did not bat an eye at what he was doing spoke measures; How he man handled you without a single thought to accompany it. Gods what you would give to slam yourself down onto his lap right now, but of course that would be too easy, you wanted him to submit. "T-Too slow on th-he dr-r-raw!" You managed to croak the words out with a playful smirk, but Oberyn was not having it. He moved so quickly to pin your face down against the side of the tub, letting some of the water splash against your chin and neck. Under your dress your thighs were trembling at the sudden surge of dominance; Your teeth putting your lip tightly.
"You grab a woman like a bitch in heat; Pathetic." This was not helping your case at all, with Oberyn tightening his grip around your neck as the harsh curl of the metal edge dug into your warm cheek. Wriggling against his restraint had you seeing stars, his warm hand in contrast with your cool skin - how you could feel every inch of his callouses from years and years of sparring. To be man handled by someone as experienced as Oberyn was what you needed - to give up control and order for a little bit just to feel, to embrace, and enjoy. Maybe it wouldn't be so difficult to call a quits now, let this man reign over you and let everything be where it needed. He has had decades upon decades of practice, why would you be any different to the first timers he had? "You know what I think?" Oberyn's words were almost distant when he spoke, though his lips were pressed right against your temple. Gulping down the pool of saliva making itself known within your mouth you tried to keep your focus, but could only imagine how that gorgeous chin strap and moustache would feel between your legs, against your bare thighs - rubbing that sweet bundle of nerves right at the top of your sex. If his hold wasn't so tight, you would be a moaning mess.
You had not realized that Oberyn was not liking your quietness, or how lost in thought you truly were to his advances. The only thing you could think of in this moment was how good you would look bouncing on his cock, dragging your nails down his chest on your bed - letting the Prince have his way with you. A harsh crack against your backside caused you to silently yelp, bringing your gaze back up to him as the devilish grin grew - seeing the pleasure building within your eyes; "I think because you have never known the touch of someone so skilled in their craft, one who will not be a disappointment, it has caused you to have a Lannister stick lodged so far up this beautiful ass, you cannot let yourself enjoy the smaller things life has to offer." Each word he let out was given new purpose, causing your chest to ignite. He was not wrong, it was invisible but to those who paid close attention to detail could see how far it was truly lodged up there. There was a glint in his eyes that showed he wanted to remove it, to let those barbed edges slid out of the deepened gashes they created. You did not deserve to be afraid, or scared to take advantage of life; You deserved happiness and freedom - Oberyn wanted to give you that though you were a tough nut to crack. "Flowers; A bastard, are you not?" The quick change in subject caused your heart to plummet, his hand to release small off of your neck.
"That has-" You began, shaking your head as far as he would allow. Oberyn was not having it though, knowing you were going to do what you did best - deny. Pushing your throat down harder against the metal rim he cut your words off quickly, not wanting you to put more negativity out when he was trying to give you some goodness - the greatness you deserved to have. "In Dorne we welcome bastards; Sand is not a name to be ashamed of but one to take great reward in. Hell, I have eight bastard girls myself." That was always a part of the Southern part of Westeros you loved, how the Dornish took pride in bastards rather than shut them away like they were garbage. Deep down you always pondered what it would be like to grow up in Dorne, to be appreciated and loved in a multitude of ways, rather than bullied and tormented. Hearing Oberyn mention his daughters caused your heart to explode with admiration; Just by simple words you could tell how proud he was of them. Though you hardened and sarcastic nature would not let you praise that man for it, instead your retort would be one that Oberyn would not shy away from - especially if it meant punishing you; "Good for you, old man."
It surprised you how quickly and clearly you managed to let that seep out, how the best insult you could come up with is age. Though your words were small they did have a greater impact on the man, though he would not show it properly. One of the things he had been most worried about recently was the small patch of grey hair that littered his temple, along with the softening of his belly, showing his age off a bit more than normal. You did not mean it in such a horrid way, no, it was meant as a teasing tactic to see what he would do to you. Seeing the slight hurt in his eyes made you feel tiny, small and childlike whimpering for help, the cool burst across your body was fear inducing. "You think 42 is old, little canary?" Though you couldn't tell now how much your words offended the Prince when he was beaming down at you, his body half in and half out of the water - the gorgeous outline of his length barely breaking the surface. How you wanted to just reach down and grab hold onto it, suck on the tip until you could taste his salty essence. "No, I think you're old," you meant for it to sound intimidating, but with the way you sated at his cock, your eyes told another story.
"Have you met such an old man who can pull such pleasure from your body in only two minutes?" Oberyn smirked at your expression, flicking his tongue out in a way to mock, and mimic what he could do to your aching mound. When his hand released off of your neck you let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the thought of Oberyn eating you out, clamping your eyes shut - but not moving your head. Perching himself up on his knees, Oberyn pulled you to your feet, letting his eyes wander across your beautiful dress-clad form. Roaming hands found the luscious ribbon holding the entire thing together, slowly tugging on each one to let your dress shed. You could not deny him this pleasure of seeing you in the nude - fuck you didn't want him to stop. The first set came undone easily, leaving only the next two as your life support almost. This was a teasing tactic he was doing, seeing how much you really wanted him and how much you actually played into his games; How much he played into yours. "Just let go, for one dear y/n. Let me take care of you-"
"I'd rather die," you cursed yourself silently at your words, sighing out. It was becoming tiring for you to keep this charade up - draining you of your happy essence to a man who wanted to worship you. Sucking in a deep breath, you let your eyes meet his finally, after so long of pondering what could be. Instinctively you placed your hands right on his shoulders to brace yourself, feeling the last of your straps become undone. Though your words felt like acid in your mouth, Oberyn smirked at your boldness - telling off a part of the royal family, which in some cases, would get you killed. The only was you wanted to die at the hands of Oberyn was by his mouth, his fingers and his cock. You'd want to die by the pleasure and overstimulation, rather than his perfected craft of poison. "I can have that arranged, you know," Oberyn challenged as he released the last of your bindings, letting your nude body stand before him as the soft fabric of your dress pooled at your feet. Instantly to the cool room your nipples pebbled for Oberyn, which caused him to latch his lips onto the tightened bud. Suckling gently to give you that new found pleasure, he held your hand as he lowered you to him in the tub - wanting you to relax. You were finally giving into him.
Oberyn held your thighs as you lowered, wanting to let your legs cradle his waist while holding you close, letting you feel the skin to skin contact you have lacked. You had to admit the water was perfect, how hot it was against the cold room made your body shiver with delight. Hot baths like this were reserved for the Queen only, you had to deal with lukewarm; This changed everything. Every inch of stress and bullshit you have had to deal with over the last few years simply melted away to the scent of citrus and clove; The warm hands holding your thigh and back released positive endorphins to cloud that dull mind. In a way, under Oberyn's grasp, you felt like you again - not the distant memory of you that was locked away. The wet hand that laid against your back trailed wet touches up your spine, leading to the back of your neck. But this time when he held you, it wasn't out of anger - but love. Pulling your face towards him easily, Oberyn braced himself against your body as you did the same, knowing exactly what was going to happen next.
Gently Oberyn lurched forward to press his plush lips to yours with passion; Not enough to be marked as lust but, affection. The kiss was slow, and sweet - no real sign of sexual tension. How perfectly his lips molded to yours only amplified the slick between your legs, dribbling onto Oberyn's exposed cock. Your hand came to wrap around Oberyn's neck, pulling slightly at the tuft of curls he had flowing down the back of his head. The whimper escaping your lips was immediately swallowed by the Prince, his hold on your thigh becoming harsh. Pulling back slightly Oberyn turned breathless with a smile, pushing some of the dampened hair out of your face with ease; "See? Now was that so difficult?" Oberyn's chuckle was like music to your ears, the soft and pillowy nature felt like the home you never knew before. Returning his beautiful smile with such ease, you pressed your forehead against his with a sigh, loving how everything you have been harboring was slipping away, not threatening to come back as long as you were in Oberyn's arms. "Little canary, can I make you sing for me?" Oberyn's voice dipped lower, a seductive stance coming out as he laced his fingers in your hair, tugging your gentle locks. Breathlessly you responded, grinding your molten center against his aching length, earning a harsh slap against your ass, "Yes, release my body of the impurity the Lannister's have put on me."
"Don't you worry, my gorgeous sun, let me take care of you. Let me show you how we relieve tension in Dorne."
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¤modern!oberyn martell x f!reader
genre: smut, minors dni, modern au
word count: 2k
summary: when you accidentally blurt out one of the fantasies that you kept locked up in your head, oberyn is more than eager to oblige to your request.
warnings: piv, anal sex, first time anal, rimming, fingering, lots of lube and praise
a/n: we did a secret santa for our server space sisters and my giftee was @iamasaddie! Happy holidays love! I hope you enjoy this little smutty fic, I definitely enjoyed writing it đđđ
can you guys believe i couldn't find one decent image of a peach being fingered???? a shame really
**stunning divider by the amazing @saradika <333
Everything about Oberyn drives you crazy.Â
The way he dresses, the way he smells, the melodic lilt of his voiceâevery part of him you adore and cherish. Youâre undeniably lucky to have this man in your life and not only that but to have him as a partner is something youâre in awe of every single day. He satisfies you like no man ever could. He gives you every bit of himself. His tongue, his fingers. . . itâs almost as if the man was solely created to bring pleasure to you.Â
But, despite all of that, youâre still not as open as you wish to be. You can never be as blunt with him as he is with you. He needs to drag your desires out of you. Tease you until you snap and practically shout at him to make you come. Oberyn doesnât seem to mind. In fact, heâd said on multiple occasions how much he enjoyed it.Â
âLook at you so wet around my cock,â he purrs, the back of his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth roughly on the word cock. Oberynâs right. You are wet. Soaked even. Every time he rocks you forward you feel the wet fabric of the bedding scraping your outer knee. You moan loudly into the pillows, fluttering around him as he fucks, fucks, and fucks himself deeper into you.Â
Youâre not sure where you end and he begins. Sex with him is always like this. Mind numbingly beautiful. Satisfying. You feel the warmth of the Christmas lights framing your window kissing your sweaty skin. Your clit throbs. You donât think you can hold on much longer.Â
But just as youâre nearing the edge, Oberynâs thumb traces the tight rim of your other hole. He slowly pushes in, only a bit, the stretch adds enough pressure for another moan to come tumbling out your lips, your upper body fully falling. Oberyn hums, his hips slowing into a sensual grind. âDoes my sweet girl want me to fuck this hole next?â This is something that he teases you about more often than not. Heâs never acted on it though. âSo fucking tight.âÂ
He pushes his thumb till the first knuckle and itâs like electricity shooting down your spine. Your entire body jolts, the words leaving your throat before you even realize what youâre saying.Â
âYes,â you breathe. âYes yes yesâplease fuck me thereââÂ
Oberyn stops.Â
So does your heart.Â
Fuck fuck fuck. That was meant to be a secret.Â
âWhat did you just say?âÂ
âNothing!â you answer quickly and high-pitched. âIâI didnât mean anything by it.âÂ
Oberyn dips until his lean chest is firmly pressed against the curve of your spine. His lips touch your ear, his breath warm and inviting. The hand that was teasing your hole slips to the side to cup your ass. He kneads the muscle tenderly.Â
âAre you sure?â he hums. âWhy would you hide this from me?â Â
âI. . . wasnât. . .âÂ
âAh, so you admit it is something that you want.âÂ
You let out an airy chuckle, âI hate when you do that.âÂ
âDo what?âÂ
âJust trick me into admitting things.âÂ
âI just asked a question,â he says innocently. Itâs a bit hard to focus on his words when heâs cock deep inside of you. âNow, tell me why this is the first time Iâm hearing about this.âÂ
Oberyn drags his lips down to the base of your neck and kisses you, your body melting into the sheets instantly. Youâre glad he canât see your face right now. You donât think you can admit this while those observant eyes are looking down at you.Â
âIâve never tried it before. And. . . I was nervous to ask about it,â you take a sharp inhale. âI did want to tell you. I justâYouâre already so much better at this than I am, I didnât want to look even more inexperienced.âÂ
Before you know it Obeyn has you by the shoulders, twisting your body enough so that youâre facing him instead of keeping your head buried in the pillows. You chew on the inside of your cheek. He looks serious. Did you say something wrong?Â
âBetter at what?â he asks even though he knows the answer.Â
âAt sex.âÂ
âSex is not a competition, and for what itâs worth you are good at it. And I love being your first when it comes to intimacy. You have nothing to be ashamed of,â he starts moving again, the heavy drag of his cock between your legs making your eyes roll. âBut, if you are still feeling anxious let me prove to you how much I love being your firstâand last.âÂ
Your lips curl into a small smile, âLast?âÂ
His smile is sinister. Teeth showing as he dips to your neck, taking a slow, yet sharp, bite. A whimper rattles your throat. âIs it wrong for me to want to humor the idea that Iâll be fucking you somewhere no one has before and that no one else will ever touch you beside me?â Oberyn pulls out, your body immediately aching to be filled again. âGet on all fours.âÂ
You oblige eagerly. Your arms are shaking as you prop yourself up, the inside of your thighs slick. Oberyn reaches for the nightstand and pulls out the bottle of lube. When he disappears behind you again you expect the cool feel of jel, but instead, you receive his mouthâand tongue.Â
âOh fuckââÂ
âBe still,â he growls, gripping your hips. âLet me feast.âÂ
He swirls his tongue around your asshole, hot saliva dripping right against it. You shudder as he pushes it through, teeth grazing the flesh gingerly. Oberyn parts your cheeks with both hands and pushes the wet muscle deeper. Pleasure rakes your body, your core throbbing with need. Youâre close. Just a couple swipes of his tongue and youâre already there, ready to burst.Â
He mouths against you and when he deems you wet enough, he slips a finger inside. Your body tenses around him, the sensation foreign but not unwanted. Oberynâs one hand cups your sex, fingers starting to draw patterns around your throbbing clit while he thrusts the fingers in and out. Moan after moan rips from your throat. The stimulation against your clit loosens you further. He slips another finger. Both knuckle deep as he fucks you with them.Â
âThatâs it. Youâre stunning like this. Beautiful.âÂ
You fist the sheets, hips sloppily grinding back to meet the fast movement of his fingers. âOâOberyn please. . .âÂ
âOh you think youâre ready?â he chuckles and for some reason, the sound urges a fresh gush of wetness to roll out of you. âTell me how badly you want me to fuck this sweet ass and maybe. . .â he groans. âMaybe Iâll give you what you want.âÂ
Your breath catches in your throat, âPlease fuck me with your big cock OberynâI need itâNeed youââÂ
He hums and something about the way he moves makes you think heâs not satisfied with your begging. And here you thought youâve been doing a good job. He pulls away both hands and drags them up your back, cupping your shoulders. Youâre in near tears when his cock spreads your folds and grazes against your clit. âYou want me to fuck you here?âÂ
Oberynâs a cruel, cruel man.Â
âNâNo,â you whimper, shaking your head. âNot. . . not there.âÂ
âWhere then?âÂ
âMy. . .â Damn it, your voice is trembling. âMy ass.âÂ
You say it silently, barely above a whisper. He hisses through clenched teeth, pulls back his hips, and snaps forward, fucking your thighs instead of where you really need him. âLouder,â he commands.Â
âFuck me in the assââ you practically shout. âPlease please please fuck me in the assâI want to feel youâBeen wanting it for so long.âÂ
You sigh happily at the feeling of a generous amount of lube being poured down from the bottle and directly onto your hole. Oberyn pours some into his palm, jerking himself until heâs fully coated in lube. The bulbous head of his cock teases your hole, your back arches for him, urging him to go on.Â
He fills you inch by glorious inch. The sounds heâs making behind you are downright sinfulâyour body reacts to his sweet moans, your name falling from his lips. You feel so full. Once again your upper body falls to the sheets, your poor arms too weak to support yourself any longer. Oberyn keeps your ass up in the air, still pushing his cock deeper.Â
âSo big,â you slur, your body feeling aflame.Â
âJust a little more. Youâre taking me so well, such a good girl.âÂ
Your body jerks as he buries himself a bit deeper, has he always been this thick? âSay that again. Tell me how good I am, please.âÂ
Oberyn blankets your shuddering body, holding himself still, he begins to whisper in your ear, âSo good. Youâre always my good girl, even when you do keep secrets from me. Youâre the perfect glove for my cock. I am going to fuck you so good that your inside will be the shape of me.âÂ
Just as you get wetter and wetter at his words, Oberyn fills you to the brim. You choke around nothing, every nerve thrumming with pleasure. Your body squeezes him tight and when you finally loosen a bit, Oberyn groans.Â
âCan I move?âÂ
âPlease.âÂ
He squeezes your hips as he pulls out, the heavy press of his cock making you see stars. Then before you can gather yourself heâs pounding into you, stretching you to your limits. Thereâs a hum in your ears and vaguely you can hear him moaning your name. Your mouth floods with saliva, his teeth sinking into where your neck connects with your shoulder. Â
Desperately you reach back and take a hold of his wrist. Your touch only spurs him on, hips deliciously moving in and out. The sound of skin slapping against skin becomes louder and louder.Â
âOh god,â you moan, your fingers tightening around his wrist. âIâm gonna come.â
âCan you come like this?â He asks genuinely. âWith my cock in your ass?âÂ
You donât think you can actually. Your close. So very close that you can taste your orgasm on your tongue, but you just need a bit more, just a little touchâ
âDo notââ Your hand stills, you werenât even aware that youâd begun to move your arm to stroke your clit. âTell me. Tell me why you want and Iâll give you fucking everything.â
âIâI need you to touch me.âÂ
Oberyn doesnât make you say it twice. Heâs stroking your clit with fast strokes, his hips in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. Hear licks you from the inside out and the pressure between your legs builds, builds and builds until you canât take it anymore.Â
It happens all at once, your body shatters into a million pieces as you shudder around him, his cock splitting you open over and over. Between your moans you can hear him groaning your name, telling you how good you are, how perfect.Â
You feel the rush of wetness running down your thighs and Oberynâs fingers that were so deftly circling your clit moves to your hip, squeezing the flesh.Â
âThatâs my sweet girl, coming so pretty with my cock in her assâIâm going to come, fill you until youâre drippingââÂ
He doesnât get a chance to finish his sentence. Your entire body clenches, hugging his cock tight. Oberyn comes with a shattered breath and shallow thrusts, he pushes forward, balls deep. Another orgasm washes over you, your body thrumming with pleasure.
âFuckââ he rasps, slowly easing himself out. A shiver crawls up your spine as come slips down between your cheeks and down your thighs. He kisses the skin between your shoulders. âYou look so good like this. So full of come.âÂ
âWish I could see,â you hum.Â
âNext time I will bring a camera.â He collects himself on his fingers and slips them inside of you, a moan deserts your lips. âOr perhaps I should fuck you again.âÂ
Thereâs a beat of silence before he speaks again.Â
âDo not ever hide anything from me again. Promise me.âÂ
âI promise.âÂ
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day eight - breeding kink
pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader
word count:Â 657
warnings:Â 18+ content; no use of y/n; breeding kink, dirty talk, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, creampie
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His hands felt like fire on her skin, his soft lips on her skin like a burning trail, his beard like sharp little blades. So overwhelmed, his hand holding her chin tightly and making her look.
âYou will look so gorgeous with my little viperlings inside of you.â He rasped against her ear, biting her earlobe softly. Her legs were spread wide as she knelt in front of him, giving a perfect view of his cock buried deep inside of her in the mirror Oberyn had asked to be placed at the foot of the bed. His cum was already trickling out of her, his stamina and devotion endless as he fucked up into her again and again, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary.
But never pulling out of her, his chest molded against her back.
âYouâll love that, wonât you, my dove?â He cooed, thrusting up into her again, the wet squelch borderline obscene and making her whimper. âRound and full of me? Our viperlings?â
She nodded, biting her lip. Eyes fixed only on where they were joined, where the sticky, white mess dripped onto the sheets.
âYes, Oberyn.â Her voice was barely a whisper, exhausted but so determined to make this work. Sweat covering her skin, her hair sticking to her forehead. âFuck me full of you, breed me, give me a child.â
Desperate for one, she had done everything possible to prepare her womb for a child. Oberyn was adamant to fulfill her wish, wanting a little baby as well, and he wouldnât stop until they had it.
âI will, my sweet.â His free hand cupped her breast, tan and veiny, with thick and strong fingers, his other keeping her head in place as she moved to rest it against his shoulder. He needed her to watch, his own eyes flicking back and forth between the wanton expression on her face and her swollen, wet pussy stuffed full of him and him only. âMake you so round, I cannot wait to see your breasts grow heavy.â
She nodded, just about ready to collapse, the intense feeling of another orgasm welling up, still sensitive and aching from the previous ones.
âI want them so much, I want your seed.â Tears welled up in her eyes, her hands holding onto his, onto his body. So desperate and whiny. âYou will keep me pregnant? Give me more and more?â
Oberynâs tongue danced over the shell of her ear, pulling her closer against him. Hips stuttering at her begging for him to keep her pregnant, to fill her with his seed again and again. The thought of it would drive him insane, to keep breeding her, just like she said.
âNothing would excite me more than fuck my seed into you until it takes.â He groaned, his hand on her breast moving in between her legs, finding her swollen and overly sensitive clit. She whined and tried to shy away from him, everything too much. Wanting nothing more than to carry his children. âOh, my sweet, to hear you begging for me to give you a child - you do not know what you just unleashed.â
She convulsed around him again, her body weak in his arms, eyes still on the cum that ran down his cock and onto his heavy balls, dripping onto the sheets. Barely noticing as he added more with a deep groan, his fingers only slowing down when his hips had stilled inside of her.
Oberyn guided her down onto the sheets, knowing she had been thoroughly worn out, never slipping from her.
âI will give you all the viperlings you wish for, my dove.â He whispered into her ear, brushing the hair from her face. âI will give you my seed as often as you wish for it.â
She hummed, feeling so full and warm and spent. Slipping into dreams of his strong hand on her swollen belly.
Again and again and again.
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PEDRO PASCAL - PASCALIPSE
We present the complete Filmography of Pedro Pascal, with images of all the works that our Pedrito has done on TV and in Cinema. Enjoy!
Apresentamos a Filmografia completa de Pedro Pascal, com imagens de todos os trabalhos que nosso Pedrito fez na TV e no Cinema. Aproveitem!
Presentamos la FilmografĂa completa de Pedro Pascal, con imĂĄgenes de todos los trabajos que nuestro Pedrito ha realizado en TV y en Cine. ÂĄDisfrutar!
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KINKTOBER 2024 / Day Eleven
THREESOME / SWIMMING / PEGGING (@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction)
Starring: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader x Duke Leto Atreides (Modern AU)
Summary: When Oberyn has guests, you normally find yourself banished to your quarters yet when Duke Leto asks for you too, itâs an offer you canât refuse.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No use of Y/N, language, sex powder/pollen/drug taking, mentions of drink, fingering, oral - female receiving/male receiving, praising, squirting, P in V, unprotected sex (protection in real life, please, thank you), spit roasting, three-way, MMF, cream pie
Word Count: 4.7k
Notes: Ok, this is a wip that I clearly abandoned and found sitting on my computer, this was definitely started before I saw Dune and before I knew what Spice was đ
It wasnât unusual for Oberyn to you to his quarters late at night, however he never invited you when he had company.
Youâd met plenty of aristocrats, royalty, dignitaries and all manner of terminology youâd never heard. It was a simple introduction with the acceptance that he wasnât yours for the length of their stay.
Never had anyone asked for you specifically.
You considered rejecting the offer of Duke Leto but there was something in the way Oberyn approached you. The glint in his big brown eyes, his lowered volume and a crooked smile that you had seen countless times, things were getting exciting.
âRemember, panties are forbidden.â
There was something in the crude way he described your underwear that got you just a bit wet.
You knocked the door.
No answer.
Oberyn always answered.
You grabbed the handle and pushed your weight to open the door, almost falling into the room. What you saw was mostly bare skin, hands seizing every inch of soft flesh, mussed brown and black hair.
âOh my god, Iâm sorry!â
You turned away, pressing your palms to your face, shoving yourself against the wood as the door slammed shut.
âYouâre late.â
Spinning on your heels, you meet Oberynâs pouted lips, plush and coated in saliva.
âWe had to keep ourselves entertained somehow.â
Your inner walls clenched with the authority in his voice, it was rare but when he used it, it truly turned you on. Then you noticed how his and Letoâs eyes were blown, the glimmer that was usually white now a faint hue of blue.
Leto saw your scrunched expression.
âCome here,â he said, gesturing you over with two fingers.
You fleetingly glance to Oberyn, watching his lips curl.
Cautiously, you approach the pair of them, smoothing your palms down your dress as you squeeze yourself between them. The sweat clung to their torsos, their bulges straining beneath the fabric of their underwear.
If you hadnât walked in when you did, theyâd be fucking by now.
Leto leaned over the arm of the sofa and returned with a golden platter.
âWhat is it?â
âMy people call it Spice.â
He dipped his fingertips into the mound of powder, crushing the particles between his thumb and forefinger.
âCompletely herbal, no chemicals, all natural.â
âAnd will make you feel phenomenal.â
You turn to Oberyn, cupping his whiskered jawline in your palm. The smile blossomed on his face, burying the dimples deep within his cheeks.
Except you had seen how drugs affected people, from other students in your years in college to workers in the industry, snorting to keep going. Your stomach twisted with worry but also intrigue, they do always say you should try something once.
âWeâll be here with you, weâll make sure you donât have a bad trip.â
Leto wasnât giddy like the other man, his chest rose slowly, his expression soft in comparison to when you met earlier. He didnât rush you, gave you time to survey what was in front of you.
âHow do Iââ
âYou just breathe it in.â
âThatâs it?â
âThatâs it.â
Taking the platter in your hand, you bring the powder close and take a large inhale. A tingling sensation filled your nostrils before a warmth travelled to your lungs then, disappointingly, nothing.
âTake a couple more.â
You followed Letoâs instruction before he brought a hand back to the platter, taking it away, the gentle clank of it as it comes to the table.
The pair let you catch your breath, the heat emanating from them with their musky stench, Oberynâs aftershave potent as he leaned in.
âDo you mind if we continue?â
âNot at all,â you haul yourself up from the sofa embarrassedly.
It didnât take long for him to engulf his other partner, crashing his lips to his in overwhelming desperation.
You make yourself a drink in the corner, pouring golden liquid into a glass with ice and swirl. You take your place in the armchair opposite them, wondering how much time would pass until it hit you like the men you watch longingly. The warmness is still present in your chest and you question whether this is how it all starts.
Leto grabs a fistful of Oberynâs hair, pulling his face away from his. His eyes roam to you, his expression nonplus.
âYouâll know when it hits.â
His voice was low, a notable gravel in the undertones.
You didnât know if you believed him, how can you go from the calmness of you to the same feverishness of Oberyn?
Shifting in the chair, you allowed your body to sink deeper into the cushions, holding onto your drink loosely. You might as well make yourself comfortable before the Spice takes you over and with the glint in Letoâs eyes, he was going to make sure you had a good show.
Part of you thought about looking away, watching the television that was on in the background but you couldnât.
You always saw Oberyn as the instigator, the dominant figure when it came to the bedroom, he was with you anyway, yet here he was different.
After your exchange, Leto used a free hand to rip himself from his underwear. His hard cock swinging from itâs release, slapping under his navel as it snapped from the elastic prison it was confined in.
Your cunt pulsed.
Oberyn swallowed, his throat bobbing as his gaze fell to Letoâs generous length. The other man didnât allow him long in his admiration before bringing Oberynâs lips to his tip.
He obliged to Letoâs demands, parting his mouth, gradually taking him in inch by inch. Oberyn had a skill you had let to learn, not even gagging when it was clear as day that Letoâs dick was making itâs way down his throat.
Leto groaned deep from within like a beast that had finally gotten his prey.
He took his grasp off Oberyn and let him do his work, Letoâs head falling back as the otherâs moved smoothly up and down, the sloppy sounds of wet friction.
You couldnât keep track of time in this moment. It felt like you could have been watching them for hours, no end in sight, no let up from either man.
The heat had spread through your body, through your veins in a weirdly comforting way, your eyelids heavy enough to close yet you didnât fall asleep. You pressed your palms against your exposed skin, a tingling rising to the surface that felt good, really fucking good.
âNice of you to join us.â
Letoâs dorsal tones snapped you from your dreamlike state.
Opening your eyes, you could see a faint glimmer and it took you a few seconds to realise it was coming from you, otherworldly in its presence. You scramble off the armchair, noticing how the stuff wouldnât go away, if you moved, it moved. It clung to your arms and legs like some sort of parasite.
âWhatâs happening?â
Your voice seemed to squeak, words trapping in your throat as the panic set in.
âBreathe, my love.â
Oberyn had climbed off Leto and treaded towards you, hands open.
Except you couldnât, your chest was heaving, tears brimming your eyes as your mind worked overtime to process what the fuck was going on. You fumble to undo your dress, pulling the fabric from your frame before letting it drop to a puddle on the floor.
Letoâs one brow arched sharply, Oberyn didnât lie when he said you always did what you were told. You stood there, stark naked, the particles whirling from every limb, every curve as you began to shake.
âLook at me,â Oberyn said firmly.
Taking an index finger and thumb under your chin, he brings your eyes forward. You focus on him, eyebrows knotting as you can see something coming from him, a delicate steam.
His colour was noticeably different, Letoâs even more so.
âSome say itâs a projection of us,â Leto says.
You blink, âLike an aura?â
âPerhaps,â his lips briefly form a smile. âMaybe a little deeper than that, Iâve heard some say itâs like seeing into each otherâs soul.â
âSo indigo is?â
âSomewhere between the divine and clarity.â
âAnd Oberyn?â
âAn expression of love.â
Oberyn shrugs, what can he say.
You brush the skin of your stomach and watch the light flutter into pieces of orange.
âSvandhisthana,â Oberyn chimes in.
Your eyebrows knot further.
âSacral⌠Desire.â
Oberyn brings his hand to yours, intertwining his fingers and you can feel the heat, almost scorching to the touch. Your heartbeat steadies, your face relaxing as you look at his smile broaden in a childish nature.
Leto opens his arms, offering himself to you.
Oberyn give you a squeeze, a simple gesture to entrust yourself to him, to another lover. Your fingers lip from his hand as you saunter over to where Leto sits, nestling between his thick thighs and press a knee gently to his balls.
You both allow yourselves to admire each other in your most natural forms.
Leto is lean, soft ripples of a six pack present as you trail your fingertips over his skin, sparks of colour escaping. The muscles of his broad shoulders stretch as he rearranges himself to get a fuller view of you. His cock is still hard on his stomach, glistening in a mixture of Oberynâs spit and his own precum.
His arm wraps around you, forcing you to his body with a gasp. You squirm just a little as a fire spreads across your breast and chest.
âRelax.â
Oberynâs voice comes from behind you yet you canât tell who he was referring to in this moment.
With his other hand, Leto trails down your back and over the curvature of your ass, fingers slipping between your legs. He hums with pleasure as he reaches your soft, soaking folds. Bringing his face closer, he brushes the tip of his nose against yours in a playful manner.
âYouâre already nice and wet for us.â
He stifles your response with a kiss.
It was rough, heavy, his salt and pepper beard scratching delicate skin but you couldnât fight him. His tongue prises open your lips as you willingly accept him into your mouth, tongues melding.
Itâs clear that the drug in your system wants this but youâre not sure.
He locks an arm around your waist and though you push, you canât escape. You moan, nails burying into Letoâs shoulders as you fought for air.
The sensation of another set of hands on you only fans the flames further.
âMy love, relax.â
Leto parts and you gasp, trying to catch your breath.
âI feel like Iâm on fucking fire.â
There were more poetic ways to explain what you were feeling but your brain wasnât functioning. It was too preoccupied with the two men around you, the heat that radiated from them, the sweat that clung like condensation to an ice cold glass on a summerâs day. Their scent, their slick voices and fork-like tongues.
âThis is what Spice does, you have to let it consume you.â
Otherwise it will hurt you, thatâs what he left out.
Oberyn begins to rub the small of your back, just like he did when you initially met, when you opened yourself up to him, when he first took you to his bed.
âI donât know how.â
Letoâs arm loosens, his frame relaxing underneath your weight.
âMaybe you do not know but I know you can, Iâve seen it many times.â
Letoâs fingertips graze your stomach, he can see it, you can feel it, the knot that has its hold. He glances over your shoulder and you sense the exchange between them.
âWeâll take it slow, weâll get you where Leto wants you.â
The heat comes to your cheeks.
Oberyn wraps around you, his nose pressing into your back before he scoops you up from the other man. He flops onto the other half of the sofa, your body splaying over his, knees parting your thighs so youâre laid bare for his guest.
Leto shuffled, propping himself up for a better view.
Oberynâs touch was soft, his hand rising from your hip and over your stomach, fingertips sweeping to the peak of your breast, your nipple a hard bud.
He took a finger and thumb, squeezing lightly and the spark travels down your nerve endings, settling low. Your head rolls into the crook of his neck with a sigh and you feel his jaw against your temple.
âAlways so sensitive.â
You giggle.
âI love it,â he utters.
Leto watches on, cock twitching at the display. Itâs torturous to watch that pussy go untouched but Oberyn was going to take his time, youâd unravel eventually.
Oberyn pinched your nipple harder, taking your whine in his mouth as he slipped in his tongue and yours danced in unison. His other hand teased at your thigh, drawing shapes with subtle fingers until he felt the tension fall. It inched nearer your pussy, gliding over the crease to meet your mound.
He held there for a few seconds before spreading his fingers down your slick outer lips.
You whimper yet your hips roll to his touch.
He stops kissing you to speak.
âI told the Duke that you were always wet for me and you didnât let me down, did you?â
The sound of squelching seemed to fill the room and you cry as his fingers start to work you.
Leto clenched his hands into fists, his cock stiffening. He was resisting the temptation to edge, to lunge forward and take your cunt in his mouth. He had to behave himself, to control the Spiceâs urges to have you.
Oberyn pins your head under his chin before pressing a finger to your clit.
He knows your every tick, stopping your legs from instinctively closing, your moan stifled in his neck. He shushes you, pressing his other palm to your stomach, flushing your back to his chest.Â
Kissing your temple, he plays with you some more.
Leto has beads of sweat rolling from his hairline, the tip of his cock bright with a single drop of precum hanging.
Oberyn clocks his rigid appearance, taking his fingers away to the sound of your lose. He places the two fingers into his mouth, spreading the taste of you on his tongue before popping them out in an exaggerated fashion.
Dick, Leto thought.
You look up at Oberyn, dazed with heavy lids.
âHow about we let Leto have a play, hm? As long as he plays nice.â
You nod timidly.
Leto doesnât need anymore direction though he moves unhurried, fingertips on your leg with the lightest pressure. Oberyn returns his attention to you, locking his lips to yours. His hands glide over to your breasts, massaging your slick thoroughly into your skin.
Your thighs felt the tickle of Letoâs whiskers as he carefully analysed your muscle movement with a singular kiss. Your chest raised, your breath hitching as a new player entered the game.
He pressed another and another, each one climbing towards his final goal, you were even more messy up close. His breath teased, the peak of his nose grazing that sweet pearl that sent shivers up your spine. He flattened his tongue and licked your cunt in one smooth motion.
You broke away from Oberyn, the gasp you released throwing your head back.
Leto continues to clean you up, taking his time, listening to each noise to spill from you. Once he was done, he didnât stop, plunging his tongue into you with ease.
You shudder.
He licks your inner walls, lapping up your juices and when you struggle, his hands pin you down.
Oberyn was kissing you wherever he could, finding the right spots to gently nip at you with his teeth, never hard enough to leave a mark.
All you could do was take them.
The room was beginning to spin, heart pounding as the colourful glimmers turned into spots of white. The fire was coming to the surface, prickling the areas where they touched, the knot in your belly tangling more.
Your legs begin to vibrate.
âLet go.â
And itâs not as if the knot snaps, instead itâs like Oberyn has one end and Leto the other. They both pull and the cluster becomes undone, smoothly and effortlessly.
Your muscles contract before going limp and you throw your head back in blissful euphoria without making a sound. The heat builds, an inferno spreading over every part of your body, your juices overflowing.
You canât remember much of your release, it came fast and was more than enough to feed a hungry Leto. Oberyn, all the while, sung his praises quietly into your ear.
âYes, thatâs it, youâre being such a good girl for us⌠Look at how much you have to give him⌠Bet that pretty little pussy of yours is fluttering round his tongue.â
The more he spoke, the more you came.
You were numb down there but you knew he was right. Leto was lapping as you carried on gushing, your juices trickling down your butt cheeks. By the time he came up for air, his chest was taking deep inhales, whiskers gleaming with you and a crooked smile on his lips.
Slowly, your mind began to focus and you returned back to the room, Oberyn hard beneath you.
âFuuuck.â
You can picture how he looks, his eyes dark and hooded, his lips parted.
You try to lift yourself up, your head struggling to stay up. The sofa was drenched between your thighs, joined with Letoâs creamy white cum that decorated the cushion though his cock remained hard.
You were still sensitive, your folds throbbing as you brought your legs together yet it couldnât stop the flames from stoking again.
âTake me to bed,â you say breathily.
Leto didnât need to be told twice.
Getting off the sofa, he grabbed you roughly on the hips and hauled you from the sofa. He threw you over his shoulder, smirking at your high-pitched yelp before bringing a sharp tap to your ass.Â
Oberyn laughed at the display, chasing you both into the bedroom.
Chucking you onto the bed, you bounced on Oberynâs incredibly soft mattress, your dewy skin gliding over silk sheets.You wriggle further up the bed, resting your elbows to admire the two men waiting to take you, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The colours remained around them, not as strong but soft and ambient.
âHow would you like to do this?â
You look to Oberyn with doe eyes.
How were you supposed to do this?
You had never partaken in a threesome, out of the two of you, he was certainly more experienced in something like this. Your mind was still swimming from the effects of Spice, all you could process was the details of the well endowed men - how they tasted, how they were lean with softened muscles, how dark their eyes were as they continued to stare.
âMaybe you ask too many questions,â Leto brought his attention to Oberyn.
âPerhaps,â he replied, âI just want to ensure sheâs ready for this.â
Your excitement pools between your thighs. You try to say something but nothing comes out causing the smile to return to Oberynâs lips.
âI do love it when youâre lost for words.â
The men meet each otherâs eyes with a hooded look. You felt the temperature rise in your cheeks and chest, nails sinking into the sheets as your body prepared for what would happen next. They pounced onto the bed, Oberyn wrapping his wide hands around your ankles, yanking you towards him.
The goosebumps decorate your skin as he kneels over you.
Dropping his hands either side of your head, he brings his face millimetres from yours and your heart skips a beat.
âYou remember what I said to you on the first night?â
You nod, unable to speak as he engulfed all your senses.
âIf itâs too much, say and weâll stop.â
The bed shifted as Leto knelt next to you, you could sense what was about to happen and you nod again.
âI need you to use your words for me now.â
You swallow thickly.
âYes, your highness.â
Oberyn stared longingly at your face, your flushed cheeks, the blue glow in your eyes, that ever present smile of a completely blissed out state. You always looked at him like that, even without Spice, as if you could never quite believe that you existed alongside the Prince of Dorne, let alone underneath him in the most vulnerable way a human can be.
âThatâs it, my love.â
He kissed your lips gently at first, running his tongue along your bottom lip for entry, increasing his force when your mouth opened. Just as quickly as he gave it to you, he took it away.
You pouted as he inspected you one last time before he planted his lips on your chin and down your neck, teeth nipping as he continued over your body.
Leto brought his cock close.
You craned your neck, tentatively licking the cum that had gathered. Parting your lips, you took the tip in your mouth, running your tongue around the ridge. His length twitched, a gravelly groan coming from his chest as his hand reached for the back of your head.
He let you set the pace.
Oberyn and him had already discussed your inexperience before they offered for you to join them and though Oberyn had taught you more than youâd heard of, some things took practice. You couldnât take Leto forcing his cock down your pretty little throat, much like hoe neither could take your yet to be stretched ass hole.
Oberyn pressed his tongue over your folds, a moan escaping you, bringing more pleasure to Leto who took a fistful of your hair. Oberyn toyed with your clit before straightening up, his light touch spreading your legs wider as he positioned himself ready. He held his cock in one hand, rubbing the tip along your entrance, collecting your arousal.
Your breathing begins to pick up speed, your tongue still leisurely working Leto.
Oberyn starts to push himself in.
Letoâs cock drops from your mouth as you gasp, Oberyn stopping, playfully swatting your thigh. You look up at him wide eyed, fluttering your eyelashes as if youâd done nothing wrong.
âKeep him in your mouth.â
You do as youâre told.
Mouth salivating, you return to Letoâs length, hollowing out your cheeks as you prepare to take him except you wait for Oberyn to make the first move.
He continues, your walls stretching to fit his girth and you match his movements, swallowing Leto inch by inch. His cock was a weight on your tongue, heavy yet holding firm, and you took him until you fell the tip nudge the back of your throat. You held there for a moment before drawing back, Oberyn fucking you in tandem.
The room fulls with pleasured moans, all of you in unison.
After a while, you felt Oberynâs hand at your ankle. He guided your knee to your chest, bringing your leg over to rest on the opposite side. This was one of his favourite positions, it allowed him to bury his nails into the plump muscle of your ass and for his cock to glide over that one spot in your walls.
You drop Letoâs cock from your mouth with a pop to have a chance to breath.
He bends over you to kiss your cheek then your lips and somewhere underneath that thick beard of his, you see a soft smile. The effects of Spice seemed to have faded for him, maybe he was used to it.Â
His fingers loosen from your hair, âHow are you holding up?â
Indigo flares still sparked from him as you bounced from Oberynâs impacts.
âGood,â you laugh nervously, âI think.â
âHm.â
He trails his fingertips down your face, the matches striking, the heat rising yet again.
You meet his palm, the metal of his ring cooler in comparison to the temperature between you. The desire consumes you until you canât take it anymore and find your mouth enveloping his thumb, sucking for his flavour.
He pulls it out, pressing it into your plump bottom lip.
âDo you want all of me?â
Your heart skipped a beat, Oberyn sighing as your cunt pulses.
âYes, my lord.â
Oberyn groans, shutting his eyes from the scene that was unfolding. He was already holding back, ignoring the burn at the bottom of his spine because he didnât wish for this night to end.
Leto chuckles, his beard scratching as he whispers in your ear.
âShow him what you can do.â
You smile proudly as he straightens his back, his cock ready for you to take.
Moistening your lips, you gradually begin to swallow his length. The gag reflex starts to kick in but you fight it as his tip pushes against the back of your throat. Your whole body convulses and Oberyn canât help looking, ensuring youâre ok.
When he opens his eyes, Leto is already helping, one hand stroking his neck and the other plucking the damp hair strands from your face.
Oberyn slowed down for you.
After another gag, Leto pulled himself out, a strand of spit hanging from his tip. The two of you exchange simple gestures before he pushes his cock back into your mouth. He takes measured movements until heâs gliding in and out with ease.
Your sigh gurgles, the tension leaving your body.
Leto turns his head, âMore?â
Oberyn smirks at him, rocking his hips harder.
You cry as they move in tandem, neither of them leaving you empty. A warm builds from either end, from one end of your spine to the other and you wished you could tell them how fucking good it feels.
Both admire how well youâre handling this.
Your arousal spills over Oberynâs cock, sticking to the hairs at the base, the suction of your tightening walls getting stronger. The saliva dribbles from your mouth, over your chin, as your jaw aches. Tears prick in the corners, eyes glossy as you choke on the speed of Leto, each of the men chasing their release.
The Spice courses through Oberynâs veins, a creeping sensation reaching his fingers and his toes. He knew he was close, the muscles in his ass clenching as he fought to keep going, to outlast the Duke.
Though Leto was resilient, he knew he could outlast both of you especially when heâd already found his release. He could fight the drug in his system, you two, not so much and he could see how the other man was flagging.
Oberyn hissed through gritted teeth as you clenched around him uncontrollably.
Your whole body was screaming at you and you dug into the mattress to stay upright. The vibration began at your legs before you were shaking, your heart racing. Your vision of Leto was blurring.
âCum for us.â
He groans as the reverberations travelled through his cock, your eyes going crosseyed as the orgasm took you.
Your throat contracts as he draws his hips back, his length falling out of your mouth and you gasp, your words incoherent as your forehead meets the bed. You hear Oberyn growl as he fills you to the hilt, another jerk to pump more of his seed into you.
The atmosphere settles, Oberynâs lips pressing delicately to the skin of your waist, your hip.
Turning your head to the side, you see Leto above you, cock standing proud.
âYou didnât cum,â your throat scratched.
âIâm sure the Prince can help with that.â
The two of them exchange a look of hunger.
Oberyn pulls out, his cum seeping out of your entrance and spreading over your legs. You groan as you pick yourself up in your cock drunk state, crawling up the bed to rest your head on the plump pillows.
Glancing past your feet, theyâre both already entranced by the other. Hands skim over muscles, their bodies slotting perfectly together, the increasing smile on Oberynâs lips as Leto grabs him roughly.
Theyâre ready to give you another show.
Except this time, though youâd very much like to watch, your eyelids grew heavy before you found yourself in the land of slumber.
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strawberry sugar
pairing: modern!Oberyn Martell x f!reader
word count: ~1.8k
summary: Your boyfriend spoils you on your birthday morning. In some... unexpected ways. :)
warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, food play, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), ridiculous amounts of fluff
meant as a follow-up to delicate, but can be read as a standalone!
a/n: written for @iamasaddie's kinky writing challenge with the prompt food play for oberyn martell. it's already june 1st where i live, so here we go!
thank you @northernbluess & @luxurychristmaspudding for screaming about this with me, i love you <3
dividers as always by @saradika-graphics <3
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âGood morning, princess.â
The touch of soft lips kisses your closed eyelids, your nose, your cheeks and finally your mouth, gently stirring you awake. You hum quietly, contentedly, snuggling closer into your boyfriendâs warm arms around you.Â
âHi,â you smile, your breath ghosting against his lips, before you connect them with yours once more.Â
Itâs almost as if youâre still dreaming, enveloped by soft sheets and Oberynâs warm embrace, the golden morning light flooding the room when you finally open your eyes. Heâs already looking at you, your favorite crooked grin playing around the corners of his mouth. The dimple on his cheek is especially pronounced like this, making your heart flutter even after waking up next to him on most mornings for months now.Â
âHappy birthday,â he purrs, one hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb gently caressing the soft apple of your cheek.Â
Your own grin widens and you lean into his touch. âThank you,â you say breathily, like speaking too loud might shatter the quiet peacefulness of the moment.Â
He kisses you again, lips moving against yours, giving you one swipe of his tongue against your bottom one before he pulls back, chuckling at the way youâre following to chase his touch.
âYou stay right here,â he orders you gently as he swings his feet down to the ground and stands up, carefully covering you with the duvet that got ruffled with his movements. âMake yourself comfortable and I will be right back, yeah?âÂ
You nod silently, your smile beaming by now. You watch his retreating figure, only wearing his black boxers, leaving most of his body bare on display for you. Cords of muscle are moving under his golden skin, the sunbeams falling through your windows are catching in his dark hair, still ruffled from the nightâs sleep, and youâre mesmerized. You always are when it comes to him.Â
You hear his movements in the kitchen, the fridge and cabinets opening and closing, the clatter of something, and smile to yourself. When he had asked what you wanted for your birthday weeks ago, breakfast in bed had been your first response.Â
Sinking deeper into the sheets again, you grab your phone, reading a couple of messages congratulating you, laughing at the photo of your childhood self that your mom had sent you. A sweet scent wafts from the kitchen into the bedroom and your mouth waters.Â
Oberyn returns with a bowl of strawberries, another bowl of whipped cream and a stack of waffles, with a single burning candle on top of it. You giggle at the sight, scooching into a sitting position and helping him place the food on top of the covers.Â
He lifts the plate with the waffles to your face and, winking at you, tells you to make a wish. You close your eyes, the image of his face still vivid behind your lids, and blow out the flame. As soon as he sets it back down, you pull him in for another kiss.Â
âThis is perfect. Already the best birthday ever. Thank you, baby.â
âAnything for you, my sun.â The endearment falls so easily from his lips, like he has no idea that it sends your heart soaring every time he says it.Â
He holds a strawberry to your lips, his eyes glued to your face as you take a bite. When you playfully nip at his fingers, the deep rumble of his laugh makes a home straight in your chest, filling you with warmth.Â
You watch him eat, watch his plush lips close around the fruit, his teeth sinking into it. His appreciative low hum at the taste in combination with the sight in front of you has you pressing your thighs together, your need for him always simmering just below the surface.
This must be what perfection is like, you think, looking around the room, taking in all the peacefulness thatâs surrounding you right now. Itâs almost overflowing, this love that you have for the man in front of you. And somehow, inexplicably, he loves you just as much.Â
When Oberynâs teeth dig into another strawberry, he catches your gaze, must see the heat behind your eyes. He winks at you, deliberately slowly biting into the fruity flesh, licking his lips afterwards without ever dropping the eye contact with you.Â
âAre you full already?â he asks, a cocky smile playing around his lips.
âNot quite,â you tell him, eyes innocently widened. âBut I got really hungry for something else just now.âÂ
âYeah?â he chuckles, pushing the food further away and reaching for you instead.Â
You meet him eagerly, pressing your lips to his hungrily. His hands are everywhere, spanning wide over your body, leaving a burning trail over your skin and pressing into your flesh so deliciously that youâre already breathing soft moans into his mouth.Â
His fingers slide under the shirt of his that youâre sleeping in, trail over the lace of your underwear until heâs right between your thighs. The fabric is already drenched there, clinging to your heated skin. He growls at your obvious arousal, licks deeper into your mouth while his fingers trace the shape of you over your panties.Â
He sits back, watches you with dark eyes as you blink up at him, breathless and pleading. You pull the shirt off of your body, baring yourself for him, hungry for the expression that you see on his face every time he lays eyes on you like this.Â
âMy pretty girl,â he muses, still lazily stroking his fingers over your underwear, not swayed by your desperate whine.Â
He picks up one of the strawberries, dips it into the bowl of whipped cream and brings it up to your lips, watches with rapt attention when your mouth obediently closes around the fruit. It leaves bits of cream behind, and heâs on you in a heartbeat, kisses the mess away and licks deep into your mouth. You love when he pounces on you like this, his movements all gracefulness and unrestrained strength.Â
âYou taste so sweet,â he whispers into your neck, nipping at the skin there.Â
You wiggle underneath him, trying to reach for a berry yourself, wanting to kiss the taste off his mouth as well. He stops you before you can dip it into the cream, one hand wrapping around your wrist, easily dwarfing it.Â
âI have a better idea,â he grins, all teeth, and a feral glint in his eyes. âGoing to taste even sweeter.âÂ
You watch in stunned silence as he finally peels your panties off of you and down your legs, then swirls two fingers through your wetness and sucks them into his mouth.Â
âSo much sweeter.âÂ
He easily plucks the fruit from your hand and moves closer to you, your legs easily parting wider around his broad frame. You whine his name, the realization of what heâs about to do slowly dawning on you. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the mere thought. Â
Oberyn leans over you, drinking in your every reaction as he pinches the strawberry between two fingers and slowly trails it down your body. You shudder at the unfamiliar texture when he reaches your nipples, circling the hardened nubs and chuckling at your responding moan.
âDoes it feel good?â he asks, wide smile on his face.
âSo good,â you breathe, arching your back trying to get more friction, âplease, Oberyn.âÂ
With a hum, he stops playing with your breasts and continues moving downwards. When he finally reaches your cunt, youâre dripping for him, wetness spread over your skin. He moves the strawberry through your folds with ease, eyes glimmering and glued to what heâs doing. You could almost come from the sight of his ravenous expression alone.Â
He brings it up to your face again, showing you the red fruit coated in your slick. Holding your gaze, his teeth dig into it. You moan at the sight, one hand tangling in his hair to hold him close, pulling him into you once more.Â
âIt is even sweeter than I thought, princess.âÂ
You crash your lips against his, your tongue licking into his mouth with the need to share this with him, to taste what he tasted. It is sweet, mixed with the tangy hints of yourself. He pulls back much too soon, mischief dancing on his features.Â
âLet me get you your own one,â he purrs, already reaching for the bowl again. âAs a present, hm?âÂ
You watch with wide eyes as he goes straight for your pussy this time, dragging a second berry through your wetness, nudging at your entrance and bumping against your clit. A high pitched whine leaves you at that, and he arches an eyebrow at you, a smirk growing on his face.Â
âI wonderâŚâ He trails off, swipes the strawberry over your clit again, more purposeful this time.Â
You're helplessly aroused, your hips twitching at his ministrations. He steals another kiss from your lips, before he sinks down between your legs, nipping at the soft skin of your upper thighs.Â
Another kiss straight to your clit, a swipe of his tongue, until itâs replaced by the foreign fruity texture again, rubbing against you with calculated movements now. His tongue laps at your entrance instead, drinking up your arousal, before he fucks it straight into you.Â
Your hips almost lift off of the mattress, a cry of pleasure falling from your lips, and you grab his head with both hands, fingers sinking into the dark strands of his hair.Â
âFuck,â you whine, almost overwhelmed with the sensations and white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. âRight there, please Oberyn, Iâm so closeââÂ
His responding groan sends rippling vibrations through you, pushing you right to the edge within seconds. It swirls around you, the scratch of his beard against your skin, the wild glint in his eyes at your every moan, so obviously relishing in giving you pleasure, the movement against your clit, his tongue right where you need him â taking hold of you and sending you flying. You come with a shuddering cry, clenching around his tongue and flooding his mouth with your orgasm, as stars burst behind your eyelids and full bliss overtakes your body.Â
Oberyn works you through it, not letting up until youâre weakly trembling underneath him, tugging at his hair once more. His face swims into view in front of you, a brilliant smile grazing his features. Itâs sinful, the way his pupils are blown so wide his eyes are almost black and your arousal is sticking to his beard. You want to kiss and lick it off of him.Â
Instead, the taste of fruit and yourself floods your mouth once more, as he brings the berry, covered in your orgasm, up to your lips. You share it with him, tongues and limbs tangled together.
âI love you,â you sigh happily, wrapping your arms and legs around him, ready to let him consume you entirely.
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Kinktober 2024: October 20th
Day 20: Infidelity - Cuckolding // Cunnilingus // Threesome
Oberyn Martell x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Infidelity, threesomes, cock riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, face riding, cuckolding, mentions of breeding/bastards, doggy style sex, allusions to age gap
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âPrince Oberyn.â Your eyes light up when you recognize the lean, fit frame of the second Prince of Dorne. He has filled out some, the thin strap of hair that lines his jaw wasnât present the last time you had stroked his cheek, but his dark eyes are still the same. Glittering with devilish delight and the promise of carnal pleasures.Â
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âFuck!â You whine, bouncing on the thick cock that seems to be up in your throat from this position. Tits bouncing and despite your civil animosity towards the girl most days, you lean in and press your lips to Neraâs as her hips grind down onto the younger manâs tongue.Â
âWife, have you seen-â The heavy oak door to your bedchambers swings open, your boorish lord husband walking into the room to pester you with some nonsense even though you have repeatedly told him to ask his man of business. Only to discover his wife and the servant girl he had been fucking, in bed with Oberyn Martell. âWhat in the Seven Kingdomsâ is going on here?â He bellows.
How you had ended up in bed with the visiting prince was partly revenge, mostly curiosity. The virile, handsome, somewhat wild second prince has already established a reputation as a skilled lover. Despite his young age, you have personally witnessed him dragging an eager young page back to his rooms in the middle of the day. Hearing the manâs moans mingling with Oberynâs from your own bedchamber. Only to see him flirt and dally with a cute little maid hours later.Â
He had seen your face when your husband openly took Nera off to bed the night before. Making no scene, but the hand around your cup had clenched in fury. The burning shame of being so humiliated by your husbandâs appetites and lack of concern for you had been clear to him even if it had been ignored by others. Prompting him to move into your lord husbandâs now empty seat to strike up a conversation with you.Â
He had come back to your chambers and proceeded to fuck you with an passion that you had never experienced before. Your husband normally rutted away until he was satisfied, but Oberyn seemed to delight in making you moan and whimper like the craven whore you apparently are.Â
Nera jumps off Oberynâs tongue, scrambling to cover herself, even though your husband has seen her body many times. In fact, she had left his bed only hours before to wash and then had been persuaded by the prince to join him in your bed. He had even made her eat your cunt before he would eat hers. âEdgar!âÂ
If your lord husband had his sword on him, he would have surely pulled it, but for some reason he seemed fixed to the stone floor. Stunned into silence beyond that first bellowed question by the scene in front of him.Â
Oberyn smirks, looking around you and winks at your husband. âLord Yronwood.â He practically cackles in delight, taking over and thrusting up into you as he speaks. âI was unaware of your penchant for watching.âÂ
Lunging up, Oberyn flips you over to your knees as he pulls out of your cunt with a slick sound that can be heard around the room. Quickly positioning himself behind you and thrusting back into you so hard that it pulls another cry from your lips as your eyes are fixed on your husbandâs face.Â
âThis is a good cunt.â Puffing slightly as he rocks into you, Oberyn talks to your husband while he plows your cunt like he would be talking about the weather over a cup of wine at the lordâs table. Your husbandâs table. âHot and tight. Far tighter than your whoreâs cunt.â Nera gasps in offense but Oberyn merely tosses her a smirk. âIt is true. You are fucked more.â He tells her before he slaps your ass and groans when you clench around him. âThis one, she hasnât been ridden hard. But she should be.â
You canât even begin to speak, you donât know what to say and because of your husbandâs mouth dropping open like a fish gasping for air on land, you start to giggle. Finding it amusing. The dumbstruck horror on his face, watching the prince fuck his wife is almost worth every humiliating time your husband had boasted of his conquests in your presence. Detailing the whores he had fucked and how he had left them barely able to walk. Almost.Â
Looking into your husbandâs eyes, you feel vindicated. Strong. Opening your mouth again, you moan. âOberyn.âÂ
Nera nearly chokes out but Oberyn reaches out and grabs her arm to drag her closer. Pressing his lips to hers roughly while continuing to pump deep into your cunt and pull more sounds out of you. The harsh slap of his hips against your ass seemingly echoing around your chamber and Nera drops the sheet that had been covering her body as Oberynâs hand slides down to her ass.Â
Cuckolded in his own home. In his wifeâs very bed. With his mistress as well. You know that the tales of this will spread around the Seven Kingdoms. The Prince himself will tell of how he had fucked Lord Yronwoodâs wife and his mistress at the same time and when discovered, the lord had just impotently watched.Â
The very idea of it makes you moan again, reaching back to grab Oberynâs hip as he flexes forward again. âHarder.â You beg breathlessly. âMake me scream again.â The sounds of feet on the stairs start to ring out, knowing the men who were âloyalâ to Edgar were coming to his rescue when they heard him yell.Â
What he doesnât understand is that most of his men were actually loyal to you. They wouldnât follow his orders if he demanded Oberyn be arrested. They were men that had come with you from your fatherâs house. Men that secretly whispered about the anger that your husband brewed at your constant humiliation. They would raise a toast in mocking honor of the cuckold lord of Yronwood.Â
Oberyn breaks away from Neraâs lips and chuckles again, looking at Edgar as the men file into the room behind him and stop stone still. Eyes wide as they witness his humiliation. Both hands find your hips and dig in as he drives into you harder. âOf course, my lady.â He grits out his agreement. âMy next bastard will be bred in your noble womb.â He promises, making Edgar choke out a sound of horror as you start to shake under the prince, oblivious to everything but the pleasure crashing through you.Â
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âLady Yronwood.â Oberyn reaches for your hand and lifts it, pressing a kiss to it even though customs would dictate that you are technically supposed to curtsey to him. He is higher elevated than you are. âWidow-hood is treating you well.âÂ
You hum in amusement, agreeing with that sentiment, although itâs been years since your husband has died. âI have found that I enjoy the freedoms that it gives me.â You tell him, making his smirk grow even wider.Â
âYou knowâŚ.â He pulls you closer and wraps his arm around your waist. âYou never did give me that bastard child.â He muses. âPerhaps you should find another husband for me to cuckold.â Both of you laugh, knowing that he would. Just like he will be in your bed tonight. Between your thighs with his paramour right beside him.Â
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Congratulations on the incredible milestone Connie!!! You are amazing ⨠I would love to request -âPut me down!â With either Dave York or Oberyn Martell or Javier PeĂąa please đĽ°
Oberyn Martell. 1,319 words. "Put me down!" (Warnings: mentions of sex work, arguing as foreplay) Co-written with @absurdthirst
"Put me down!" Beating on his back does you no good as the damnably stubborn and terribly broad man has you thrown over his shoulder on his way through the halls of the palace. The whole morning was an uproar, then this presentation at the afternoon meal and suddenly youâre being carried off by the prince.
Oberyn chuckles and reaches up with the hand not banded around the back of your knees and smacks your ass sharply, pleased that you are no longer wearing the sufferable undergarments that you had on when you arrived. "When you are in my bed, where you belong." He tells you, after your screech of surprises bounces off the stone walls.
âI can walk, dammit!â Thereâs no guarantee that youâll walk in the direction he wants you to, of course. But you do have working legs and this whole charade is very akin to stealing a maiden off of a battlefield.
He caresses your ass and chuckles again. âBut I would prefer to know you will be in my bed, Dove.â He coos, smirking to himself when you wiggle against his palm.
âThen you ought to have asked,â you hiss, doing your very best to get out of his grip even knowing youâll fall to the floor when you do. âRather than commanding.â
âI do not ask.â He reminds you, his tone light and playful. âYou should know that by now.â
He usually does not need to ask. You know that. The prince is handsome, charming, and seductive in innumerable ways. Typically, all he has to do is smile and all potential lovers melt. It isnât that you donât find Prince Oberyn attractive â after all you have eyes â itâs that you donât take well to having your life decided for you. âThen youâre a brute,â you decide with finality.
Oberyn hisses, annoyance making him quicken his steps until he is bursting through the door of his large chambers and dumping you in the middle of a bed large enough to hold several grown men. âOnly when fighting, my salty Dove.â
âWhy me?â It is a demand of your own, as you struggle to maintain any kind of dignity while being thrown backward and bouncing in a highly unbecoming way.
âYou would rather be at the whorehouse your father was going to sell you to?â Oberyn snorts as he stares down at you. âI assure you; they would not be a kind as I am.â
âTheâwhat?â Your eyes blow wide, mouth falling open in horror as you stare up at him. This is the first youâre hearing of any whorehouse and you can feel all the blood drain from your face from the shock.
Oberyn tilts his head, sure that you had been made aware of the circumstances of your arrival to his household. âYour father could not cover his debts.â He informs you. âHe was at the whorehouse in Braavos, attempting to sell you to them, sight unseen.â He shrugs. âI paid for you instead.â
âYouâŚâ There is not, unfortunately, any doubt in your mind that he is telling the truth. Your father is an insensitive man who outlived his wife and was burdened with many children. As the youngest girl, you are essentially useless to him. A fact that you have been told many times before. Too high born to be able to find work but low enough that the absence of a dowry means you will never be married, apparently this is the solution that your horrible father decided on instead. To sell his daughter for her body. Your mother would be absolutely horrified. âI hope you did not overpay.â Is what you say finally, when you can shake off the cloud of disbelief and dismay.
âI have yet to determine the value of the purchase.â He is joking, not liking the look of horror and sorrow on your face. âYou will not be mistreated. Or forced.â He adds. âI do not enjoy fighting and fucking at the same time.â
âThat makes you more civilized than most men,â you huff, sitting up on the large mattress and trying to get a hold of your composure. âEven if you do purchase and transport women like a side of beef.â
Oberyn snorts and shakes his head, admiring your spirit. âYou will do fine here.â He predicts. âThough you should wear less.â He hums. âSunspear is hotter than your province.â
Of course he wants you to wear less. That would have made you laugh if you werenât so distraught. Instead you swallow your pride for a mere few seconds and look up at the prince. âWhat will you do with me if I refuse to come to your bed?â
âThen you will sleep in a very large bed by yourself while I find my pleasure elsewhere.â Oberyn smirks. âThough you will be welcome to join. I know my lover will find you exquisite.â
The second prince of Dorneâs appetite being legendary, you tilt your head at his choice of words. âI was under the impression you never have just one lover.â
âThere are lovers and then there is Ellaria.â He explains. âMy paramour. Mother to four of my girls.â
âThe woman who does not want to be princess.â Nodding slowly, you try to sit up again and end up feeling very off kilter. âI have heard of her.â
âWe have others in our bed.â He explains. âShe is happy to have others, men and women. Finding pleasure with me and on her own.â
âSo youâŚwill not force me?â The idea seems unfathomable, since the prince literally bought and paid for you. But so far he has not lied. That you know of. âTruly?â
âI would kill any man that forced my daughters, if they did not kill him themselves.â He rationalizes. âAfter I separate his cock from his body.â He shrugs. âWhy would I let them believe it is acceptable that I force someone?â
âMy father has daughters and look what he did.â Shifting to the edge of the bed, you let your legs hang over and cover them with your skirts while you try to gather your thoughts. âVery well.â After a few long moments of silence, you press out a sigh. âI suppose this is where I live now, soâŚwould you be kind enough to show me to my quarters without hoisting me like a sack of grain?â
âDove, you are sitting in your chamber.â Oberyn chuckles and gestures around. âYour trunks will be delivered as soon as they arrive. I made your father have all your things packed.â
âBut this is your chamber.â
âVery astute, my lovely girl.â He winks at you and strolls over to a bowl full of nuts and berries. âI will not force you to take my cock, but you will stay here and become close with me and my paramour.â
âI will have no privacy?â A very well-appointed prison, it sounds like. Although you cannot complain about the view.
âYou wish to sleep elsewhere?â He asks, surprised that you would. Most would be thrilled to share a chamber with him.
Realizing from his surprise that you might be the first proposed lover to ever ask for such a thing, you sink into yourself a little. âI simply wish to have a choice,â you tell him honestly.
âSleep wherever you choose.â Oberyn shrugs after a moment and pops another mouthful of nuts into his mouth. âIt does not matter to me.â
âIn that case?â For the first time since this all began, you feel yourself begin to relax slightly. âThis may not be such an arduous arrangement for either of us after all.â
Oberyn lifts and brow and smirks, aware â even if you arenât â that you will fall into his bed on your own accord within the week. He doesnât voice that, just chews on his snack and admires the beauty of the woman he had bought.
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Pairings: Oberyn Martell x f!reader
Warnings: Kidnapping, creepy behaviour, dark au, angst, sexual acts are mentioned, being drugged, fear, shy timid reader (for now).
Summary: Youâve been kidnapped by the head of the Martell family as he seeks his revenge. What you donât know is that he already has a soft spot for you.
A/N: the updates are gonna be short but Iâm hoping to have two parts posted a week, all going well. I'm still getting back into the swing of writing after my nan passing so bare with me.
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The air was damp.Â
Thatâs the first thing you notice as you startle awake. A musty smell infiltrates your senses as you suck in a breath. Your head feels heavy and the room spins a little as you slowly open your eyes.Â
It was small, too small to be considered an actual room and the stark lack of furniture or windows, made it feel more like a cell. The cot creaked below you as you slowly sat up and looked around. The thin blanket pooling around your waist. Where the fuck were you?
âAh, you're awake. Good. Thought I might have given you too much and accidentally killed you. And that wouldnât do at all.â His voice echoed throughout the room and the pain in your head throbbed harder behind your eyes.Â
âYou drugged me,â you stuttered, your body shaking violently as the cold air chilled you to the bone. The man, whose hair was tied back, stood towering over you with a devilish smirk on his face.Â
âThat I did, princess. You were trashing about too much, and I needed to get you here fast.â His eyes trail the length of your body and bile rises in your throat as he lets out a satisfied groan.Â
âArenât you a pretty thing? Can think of loads of things Iâd like to do to you.â You're consumed with fear as he steps closer and you push yourself further up the cot towards the wall, hoping somehow it would save you from his lewd gaze.Â
âPlease,â you plead as he bends down and reaches out his hand to trace his fingers along your jaw.Â
âPlease what? Fuck you? Grab your face and shove my dick down yourâŚ.â
âEnough!â You startle as a deep baritone voice sounds from the doorway, sending a shiver down your spine. You let your eyes drift towards the man, and you recognise him from earlier. You donât think youâd ever be able to forget those soulful brown eyes that reminded you of a hot cup of coffee on a cold morning.Â
 His face is stern as he stands staring at the other manâs back, his fists clenched at his sides. âGet out. Now!â
As you turn your gaze back to the man in front of you, you find him staring at you, a look of pure hatred on his face. He huffs. Annoyed that he was interrupted but he stands up and nods his head at the other man before leaving.Â
âHere,â brown eyes says as he hands you, his jacket. âPut it on. You look cold.â The features of his face have softened somewhat, and his eyes take you in as you reach out and take it from him.Â
âTha-thanks,â you stammer, the cold air of the damp room making it hard to talk. Itâs miles too big but itâs warm and thatâs what matters. Wrapping it around yourself you take in a deep breath as its warmth slowly seeps into you, the faint smell of cinnamon and strawberries fills your senses, and you wonder if this is what he smells like.
âDo you know who I am?â He asks as he stands above you, arms crossed over each other, legs shoulder width apart, oozing dominance. He must be the leader you think to yourself as you take him in.Â
Heâs very handsome.Â
Dark hair that curls slightly at the nape of his neck. A slight beard with a moustache that seems slightly outdated, but he wears it well. And his eyes.
 Those brown orbs that seem to captivate you, remind you of the whiskey your father drinks. âDo you know who I am?â He asks again, voice laced with annoyance as he stares down at you.Â
Gulping nervously, you shake your head and you know youâve said the wrong thing when he narrows his eyes at you. âYou donât know who I am? Interesting. Unfortunately for you, I know who you are. Y/N Lannister. Daughter of Tywin Lannister.â
âWhat do you want from me? Why am I here?â You ask, voice still a little shaky. Your eyes follow him as he moves around the room, widening in shock as he sits on the cot beside you. His eyes trace the length of your curves before they meet your gaze.Â
âYour father took something from me. Something precious that I can never get back and so Iâve repaid the favour by taking something from him. You. I admit youâre not who I was hoping for, but turns out, you are even more precious to him than your sister.â
âI donât understand, what did he take? Please, I donât know what he did but you have to let me go. Iâm not like them, I promise.âÂ
He laughs. A deep belly laugh that has him holding his hand to his stomach and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. You reach out and place your hand on his thigh but the minute your palm touches him, you instantly regret it.Â
His laughter stops and his eyes narrow as his gaze drifts to where you're touching him. Fear creeps in again and as you try to pull your hand away, he grabs onto your wrist.Â
âDonât. Ever. Touch. Me. Again.â He snarls, his eyes boring into you and you nod your head frantically.
âIâm sorry. Please,â you beg as you try to pull your wrist free. His grip only tightens, and your breathing becomes ragged causing his eyes to drift to your chest where his jacket has fallen open, revealing the curve of your breast. His eyes darken as they stare at your pebbled nipples, now on full display through your dress.Â
âPlease, youâre hurting me.â The sound of your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he quickly releases you as if heâs been burned. His face, now void of emotion, looks straight at you.Â
âIâm hurting you. That was nothing, little lamb. But you touch me again, and Iâll show you what Iâm capable of.â
He stands, towering over you once again and you canât help but shake with fear. âIâm sorry.â
âYou will be. Your father murdered my sister and her children and if he doesnât give me what I want, Iâm going to kill every Lannister, starting with you.â With that he turns and makes his way towards the door but when a sob escapes your lips he stops in his tracks.
 His shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt and he glances at you from over his shoulder. âIâm not in the habit of hurting women, so if you do what you're told, youâll be fine.â
âFunny, considering you just threatened to kill me,â you snipe back at him, and you swear you see the hint of a smile on his face before he reaches for the door.Â
âBehave little lamb, and Iâll let you out of this room. Donât, and youâll stay here to rot.â The door closes behind him with a bang before you hear the faint sound of the lock. Fuck!
Your father killed his sister? You donât believe it. He wouldnât do such a thing. Or would he?
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pairing: dbf!ellaria sand x plus size!f!reader x oberyn martell, ellaria sand x oberyn martell
genre: smut, modern au, hurt/comfort, minors dni
word count: 7.2k
summary: Wanting to get away from it all for a while, your dad suggests that you go and stay with his friend in the city; Ellaria Sand. It's been a hot while since you last saw her and you must admit, you have a bit of a crush on the older woman. What you don't expect, however, is to find an equally charming stranger staying with her as well.
warnings: threesome, age gap (reader being in her late twenties), weed use, dirty talking, body insecurities (weight related), piv, oral sex (male and female), praise kink, light bdsm dynamics, subdrop, aftercare, squirting (but like very non explicit squirting as ironic as that sounds dfvdv), use of petnames (little one, pet, good girl), no use of y/n, both ellaria and oberyn are mentioned to be polyamourus, edging
a/n: this is hella indulgent and an idea I've had since September but never actually gotten around writing it. However, while I was taking a nap the idea suddenly consumed me and I had to pause everything else to sit down and write it. Enjoy the filth, there's so much going on â¤ď¸âđĽ
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Youâre anxious as you wait for the door to open in front of you. Itâs been a rough couple of monthsâyears, actually. You feel suffocated by the world around you and yourself. Every day is another battle. You hate to admit it but youâre just so tired of fighting. Thereâs a constant weight on your chest that doesnât seem to go away no matter what you do. Which led you to the doorsteps of your dadâs friend, Ellaria Sand. Â
The idea had came from your dad. Noticing your troubles fitting in, he recommended you go and visit her. You were more than eager to oblige. You loved her company, she had an aura about her that just made you feel welcome. Talking to her came easy since she did most of it, and when you had something to say, she would actually listen.Â
While youâre thinking about all of this, youâre trying very hard to ignore the fact that you might have a teeny-tiny crush on the older woman. However youâre ready to make the argument that itâs not your fault, she was just too charmingâwho wouldnât have a crush on her?Â
Ellariaâs excitement mimics your own as she opens the door. With a wide smile, she wraps her arms around you and drags you inside.Â
âHow was the trip?â she asks excitedly. âI hope it wasnât too much trouble.âÂ
âOf course not, I like traveling,â you answer. âThank you for having me by the way. How are you?âÂ
âOh, pretty much the same. Nothing new.â she helps you with your luggage and you follow her to the spare bedroom. âAlso I forgot to mention on the phone but a friend of mine will be visiting and staying with us as well. Is that okay?âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I be,â you say with a leveled voice. âDoes the mystery guest have a name?âÂ
As you step into the room, she turns to you, still smiling.
âHis name is Oberyn.âÂ
For your first night, you werenât expecting to get high on the couch with Ellaria, yet here you are, your chest full of cannabis as your head rests over her lap.Â
âSo who is this guy?â you ask as she places the joint between your lips. You feel the warmth of her fingers. âA boyfriend or something?âÂ
âOr something.âÂ
You draw your brows together, confused, âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means my sweet flower,â she answers slowly, dragging her knuckles up your heated cheek. âWeâre together but we both agree that the pleasure of the world is too many to limit ourselves to one person.âÂ
âYouâre in an open relationship?â you take a deep drag from the joint, your lungs expanding with smoke.Â
âWeâre both polyamorous.âÂ
âWow, lucky,â you say with an envious tone. She quirks an eyebrow yet her smile continues on to be a humorful one. You stammer with your words. âI-I mean, itâs lucky that you found each other. Must be nice having the same ideals as someone.âÂ
She nods, placing the blunt back between her lips, âIt is.âÂ
âIs he nice to you?âÂ
Youâre not quite sure what prompts you to as that. First of all, it feels way too personal of a question to be asking your fatherâs friend. Even though Ellaria has spoken about her sexual relationships before, it still feels like your might be crossing an invisible line. A fog settles over your mind, loosening your tongue. Youâre fascinated by functioning relationships. Youâre fascinated by the idea of two people actually being understanding and caring towards each otherâas ridiculous as that may sound. You havenât had the best experiences when it came to partners, most of them going into it with hopes of changing who you are, so anytime you see two people actually liking each otherâs company you canât help but want to pull out a camera and record everything.Â
Ellaria blows smoke toward your face, the warmth of it ghosting over your skin like a summer breeze.Â
âHe is. I wouldnât really be with him if he wasnât.â she pinches your cheek. âYou have a weird look on your face.âÂ
âOh,â you answer dumbly. âSorry.âÂ
âIâm just worried. Your father didnât really say anything other than you really needed a break.âÂ
âI guess Iâm just a bit lonely.âÂ
âWell,â she says and reaches towards the ashtray to snuff out the blunt. âIf thatâs the case you came to the right place. You can stay as long as you want to.â before you can say anything, she starts rolling another one and a loud knock echoes across the dimly lit apartment.Â
âAh, that must be Oberyn.âÂ
Begrudgingly, you remove yourself away from her lap and watch Ellaria make her way toward the door. Sheâs wearing an orange dress, the color warming her skin. You canât help the way your gaze drops to her behind, the soft fabric hugging her curves delicately.Â
With a noise, you hurriedly snap your eyes away. Itâs not the time to be ogling her like a piece of meat.Â
No matter how good she looks.Â
You weakly attempt to collect yourself when Ellaria returns with a tall man in tow. As you get up, you stagger a bit but manage to immediately keep yourself upright by holding on to Oberynâs outstretched hand. His smile is kind, and the kindness reaches the depth of his eyes. Though you also see a hint of curiosity in them. His palm is searing against yours and his fingers are long and nice-looking, you spot a stylish golden ring on his thumb.Â
A bit scared, and a bit excited, you meet his gaze. Heâs quite handsome. In fact, you believe you might be in the presence of the most attractive two people in the city. His facial hair is neatly trimmed, framing his jawline which in return gives it an even more sharper look.Â
While you two remain hand in hand, Ellaria makes the introductions. Oberynâs thumb smooths down your inner writs. A shiver rolls down your spine. âIt is very lovely to meet you,â he says earnestly.Â
âLikewise.âÂ
Oberyn picks up the unlit joint Ellaria had left on the coffee table before she went to greet him. You see a faint sparkle in his eyes. âYou two were smoking?â he asks, turning to Ellaria.Â
âTo relax the nerves, my love,â she answers with a playful smile. âHelp yourselves, Iâll be back in a minute.âÂ
You feel as if someone poured cold water over your head, âMaybe I can help?â you take a step forward, intent on following her to wherever she was goingâwhich you assume is the kitchen. But she stops you with the raise of her hand.Â
âPlease, Iâll be right back. In the meanwhile you two get acquainted.âÂ
A second later itâs just you and Oberyn alone in the living room. He seems unbothered and lights the joint as he takes a seat. Thereâs a certain air of expertise and elegance in whatever he does. He pats the cushion next to him, âSit.â
You sigh softly, collapsing next to him. He flicks the lighter and leans towards the tiny flame, his eyes fixed on the empty threshold. He takes two quick exhales, the tip of the joint burning a bright orange. Smoke pours from the corners of his lips. Youâre mesmerized by the sight of him. Shadows dance over his face, giving him a dark look.Â
âHow do you two know each other?â he asks, snapping you away from your thoughts.Â
You blink, momentarily lost in his gaze, before extending your hand to take another drag from the joint. Your fingers feel slightly numb as you bring it to your lips. "She's a friend of my dad's," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper. "We've known each other for a while."
Oberyn nods, his fingers gently brushing the back of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
âWhat about you?â you ask, hating the way your voice trembled.
A soft smile plays on his lips. His thumbs continue their soothing caress on the back of your neck, tracing delicate patterns that send a shiver of pleasure through your body.Â
"She walked into my lecture one day," Oberyn begins, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I was talking about the ancient civilizations of Essos, and there she was, her eyes filled with curiosity. After the lecture, she approached me with such confidence, asking questions that sparked my own curiosity. I learned that she was an artist and she was lacking inspiration. She thought a trip to the past would spark something in her." he says blissfully. âAnd spark it did.âÂ
âYouâre a professor?âÂ
He hums, elevated by your intrigue, âYes, but I do prefer excavating and traveling to new sites.â he explains, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "It's much more freeing, rather than being trapped between four walls."Â
His words wash over you like a gentle caress, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of his warmth. The joint burns low between your fingers, forgotten for a moment. With a jolt of panic, you extend it back to him.Â
Oberyn's voice lowers even further, a velvet murmur that tickles your ear. "She's a remarkable woman, isn't she? So full of life and passion."
A soft sigh escapes your lips as you find yourself nodding, captivated by the combination of his words and the tender touch of his thumbs on your skin. "Yes, she is," you reply.Â
âYou like her,â Oberyn says, a statement, rather than a question. Youâre horrified by the implication of it. Your lips part and close, words failing to come out. His sudden burst of laughter makes you jump. âDo not look so worried, Iâm not here to judge you. I appreciate anyone who sees her for the gorgeous woman that she is.âÂ
His fingers find purchase under your chin, he lifts your gaze, dark eyes boring into yours. You forget how to breathe. With a soft smile, Oberyn brings the joint to his lips and takes a deep inhale, You can hear the sizzle of it, and feel the heat that radiates from the crimson tip. Your lips part by instinct, he leans closer.Â
Oberyn fills your lungs with delicious smoke. Your lips never touch, yet you swear you can feel them pressed together. He breathes life into you and when itâs all done, he licks himself deep into your mouth. Pressing deeper, Oberyn flattens his tongue against yours and nips your bottom lip. Sweat drips from your spine and gathers at your tailbone. His hands affectionately cradle your face, inhaling you one last time, he breaks the kiss.Â
Youâre a panting mess, your lips tingling for more.Â
âTake off your clothes.âÂ
Your eyes go wide, âIâExcuse me what?â slightly inching forward, you stare into his eyes. âEllaria is right down the hall, wouldnât it be. . . rude?âÂ
That sparks an amused chuckle from him. âYouâre adorable,â he muses. âI promise you that she wants this as much as I do.âÂ
âShe. . . does?âÂ
âEllaria adores you. She also enjoys sharing her favorite things with the oneâs that she cares for,â his fingers curl around your throat and you swallow. Oberyn tilts your head to the side. âNow, let me see you.âÂ
And this is the part where your insecurities make an ugly appearance. You avert your gaze, hugging yourself while Oberyn continues to stare. You want to do this. You absolutely do, if the slick gathering in your underwear is any indication, but itâs still hard for you to believe that he wants to.Â
You feel the bite of his nails and bring your gaze back to him. Youâre not sure what does it, but you find yourself scrambling off of the couch. You donât see not one ounce of a lie in those eyesâyou only see lust and intrigue. Besides, you came here to loosen up, what better way is there to do that than making out with a handsome stranger?Â
When youâre left only in your bra and underwear, Oberny pulls you to his lap and you let out a soft gasp. He unclasps your bra and throws it over the small pile of clothes you had left behind, leaving you only in your, visibly soaked, panties.Â
âOberyn. . .âÂ
You jolt at the soft lilt of Ellariaâs voice. You stiffen over the older manâs lap, not knowing what to do. With a smile, he draws soothing circles over your thighs.Â
Ellaria takes a seat next to you two. Youâre too flustered to look at her but despite not looking, you see the delicate curl of her lips.Â
âSheâs too beautiful not to touch,â Oberyn drags his nose down your neck, and you smile giddily. Your heart beating a mile a minute. âDonât you agree with me, Ellaria?âÂ
Her tongue swiping over her bottom lip, she reaches out and holds your breast, weighing it with her palm. She brushes a thumb over your pebbled nipple, a soft whine parts your lips. âI do.âÂ
âYou think Iâm beautiful?âÂ
âOf course, love. Why would I not think you are beautiful?âÂ
You grow silent. Ellariaâs fingers dances along your arm and heat settles in your core. Oberyn, with a curious gaze and a half smile, drags his thumbs down to the soft contours of your stomach rolls and gently pinches. You whine, sticking your bottom lip out, you look away from them both.Â
âI think I have an idea why she thinks like that,â he hums. Ellariaâs gaze drops to where Oberynâs hands rest, meaning your stomach. Your cheeks burn. Her eyebrows raised, you feel the weight of her gaze locked onto your face, but still, you refuse to look at her. Or him. âShe lives in a cruel world that makes her think sheâs anything but desirable. But we see her for what she is.âÂ
âAnd whatâs that?â you mutter, embarrassed to be read so easily. He was right, you never thought of yourself as being desirable, even if you desperately wanted to. There were mornings you just woke up hating yourself, staring into the mirror and poking endlessly at your face and observing every imperfection. Youâre tired of it. Tired of thinking of yourself as less. Which is one of the reasons why you came here. Why your dad wanted you to spend time with Ellaria, he knew the woman had ways of making you feel better.Â
Oberyn's firm yet gentle grasp on your chin draws your attention, anchoring your gaze and shifting your focus solely to him. His smile is wide and predatory, like a snake. You tremble as his hands slide from your stomach to your waist, their scorching touch and commanding presence stirring a primal reaction within you.
âYouâre a gorgeous girl,â he answers with a melodic lilt from his sinful tongue. âThe type of girl we want to ravish for as long as youâre staying here.âÂ
âIf you want to, of course,â Ellaria adds, playfully pinching your nipple. Your eyes flutter closed. The sudden mixture of pleasure and pain makes your skin tingle pleasantly. âDo you, little one?âÂ
You nod. Everything thatâs happening feels like a fever dream. The scent of cannabis is still heavy in the air, making you feel soft and slow like molasses. Ellariaâs fingers dance along your nape, nimble fingers sliding into the roots of your hair, she gently tugs. Meanwhile, Oberyn nips at the soft skin of your neck.Â
âWords, love.â Ellaria commands.Â
âYes,â you breathe out, voice shaking. âI want to. . . if you guys want to.âÂ
Oberyn whispers, âGood girl,â against your skin, and a wave of dizziness engulfs you. The two devour with the ways they touch and bite. Ellariaâs lips melt into your own as Oberyn cups both your breasts, kneading the soft mounds.Â
Kissing Ellaria had been a fantasy you frequently indulged in over the years and youâre pleasantly surprised to realize she tastes like cherries and roses. You have endless memories of slipping your hand between your legs as soon as you were in the privacy of your room. You always had a feeling that she knew. Her gaze too observant, too cunning not to see the thoughts lingering in your head.Â
Oberyn lowers his head and lifts your breasts to his mouth. He laves his tongue over your nipples hungrily. A wanton moan echoes in the back of your throat, your head falls as you part away from Ellaria. You hear her chuckle. âYou taste sweet,â she comments, making you keen. âDespite the smoke Oberyn blew into your lungs.âÂ
âYou saw that?âÂ
âYou two werenât exactly being discreet.âÂ
Youâre hot all over, embarrassment pouring over you like summer rain. Oberyn doesnât seem to care, consumed with the taste of your flesh. Your underwear sticks to your folds and you squirm over his lap. The man groans when you brush his length, you feel him twitch through the soft fabric of his sweats. The blood rush is loud in your ears.Â
He feels. . . big.Â
âShit,â you mumble, delving your fingers into his short locks. You tug him closer to your chest and sloppily grind on top of him. You feel the sharpness of his teeth and thenâ
He bites you.Â
With a sharp cry you jerk away, your gaze instantly finding Oberynâs. The man is grinning from ear to ear. Your heart beats wildly against your ribcage. âWhat was that for?â you gasp, chest heaving.Â
âIt was an affectionate bite,â he teases, then presses his lips over the tiny dents. âDid it hurt?âÂ
âNo . . .â you answer, sounding uncertain. âI was just surprised.âÂ
Ellaria rolls her eyes and tugs Oberyn towards her. The man goes willingly, his wicked smile never fading as she crashes their lips together. You see the pink of Ellariaâs tongue slip between Oberynâs lips. His hands drop, his thumbs digging into the crease between your thighs and hips. You watch wide-eyed at the way the two devour each other. Theyâre so earnest, so hungry. It makes you ache between your legs and a bit in your heart. While Ellaria licks herself deeper into his mouth, Oberyn guides the roll of your hips.Â
Suddenly struggling about where to put your hands, you place them on his chest. The fabric of his shirt bunches underneath your fingers. Your eyes roll at the delicious caress of his clothed cock. You want to feel more.Â
When they part, a string of saliva connects them still. Oberyn grins at her and tilts his head toward you. âShe likes the show it seems,â he states.Â
With a soft smile, Ellaria turns to you. She cups your cheek and smooths her thumb over your heated skin. Your heart soars. Sheâs so tender, so soft with you. It makes you dizzy. You never thought someone like her would be interested. And you donât only say this because of your physical insecurities, you just always felt like she would find you too inexperienced. Too young. You always had this unnecessary fear of sounding dumb when you talked with her.Â
âWhat are you thinking?â she whispers, coming closer. Her hot breath fans your skin as Oberyn flattens his tongue over your neck, dragging the wet muscle up until his nose is firmly pressed against your jaw.Â
âIâm thinking that this must be a dream,â you answer. âAnd Iâm thinking how intoxicating you two are.âÂ
Oberynâs smile is wide as he pulls away, his eyebrows raised. âLook at that, she found her tongue. How delightful.âÂ
Ellaria kisses the right corner of your lips and addresses Oberyn. âYouâll scare her, sheâs fragile.âÂ
âIâm not fragile,â you pout. With a laugh, she presses her lips against your jutted lip. âIâm just nervous. . . you know my experiences havenât beenââ You clear your throat, suddenly aware of Oberynâs eyes on you. âGreat.âÂ
âI know, baby. I know.âÂ
Obeyn chimes in, his gaze moving to Ellaria, âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âPoor girl never came from another hand but her own.âÂ
âEllaria!â Â
âOh?â Oberynâs eyes bore into your own. Itâs so intense that you canât look away, and honestly, youâre not sure that you want to. He pulls down your bottom lip, dipping his thumb into the seam. âYou wonât have to worry about that with us, sweet creature.âÂ
âIâm sure,â you hum, a coy smile playing on your lips. âSo can we uh. . . can we take this to the bedroom? Iâm not that comfortable on the couch. If thatâs okay?âÂ
âOf course,â Ellaria answers. âBesides I hate how this fabric feels against my skin. So the bed is definitely preferred.âÂ
Oberyn, without saying a word, nuzzles your neck before pulling you to your feet. You falter, still a bit dazed. Yet, his arm catches you, keeping you from falling.Â
âCareful,â he tuts, lips touching your forehead.Â
Oberynâs arm never leaves your waist as Ellaria guides the two of you through the hallway of her home. A route you donât doubt Oberyn has taken many times before.
You arenât sure what to expect when you enter Ellariaâs room. Itâs quite neat, the bed quite big, which doesnât surprise you in the least.Â
Ellaria looks at you with a smile, curling her fingers around the elastic of your underwear, she tugs you close. Oberyn looms right behind you, he hadnât closed the door as he entered. His cock hard and aching, resting between the crease of your clothed ass cheeks. His palms caress the soft mounds, his breath warm and wet against your nape.Â
Youâre suddenly highly aware that youâre the only one practically naked. Noticing this, heat crawls up your chest and curls around your neck. At any moment you expect to wake up in the familiar setting of the guest room, none of this seems real.
âLay down, Oberyn,â Ellariaâs voice breaks the silence, her eyes never leaving yours as she addresses her lover. âWeâll join you shortly.âÂ
âHmm,â he kisses your neck, your legs shake in response. âShould I take off my clothes?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Oberyn smiles, gives your ass one last firm squeeze, and retreats. And as much as you want to stare at the man in his full naked glory, itâs hard to pull your gaze away from Ellaria. You hear the bed creaking under the manâs weight. Still, you donât turn to look. Ellaria kneels before you, tugging your underwear along with her. Her hands, despite not being large as Oberynâs, feels all consuming. They languidly slide above your calves and thighs as she raises to stand on her feet once more.Â
When she stands, you make a move to take off her garments but she gently pushes your hands back. âYou watch,â she says, pulling off the straps of her dress and allowing it to pool at her ankles.Â
You touch her like art. Soft and slow. Almost as if she wasnât there. You cup her waist and skim your palm until you reach the side of her breast, in which you hold tenderly under your hand. A soft gasp leaves her and you look at her with shock and amazement. You bend forward, closing your lips around the tender nipple. You swirl your tongue around the areola, her eyes fluttering as she lets out a sigh.Â
âThatâs nice,â she says, looking at you between heavy eyelids. âYou donât need to be shy with us.âÂ
If it were anyone else saying that you wouldnât have believed them, âI think youâre right,â you whisper, more to yourself rather than her. âYouâre sure you donât mind me being. . . timid?âÂ
Her brows furrow with confusion, her gaze searching your own as your thumb continues to dance over the darker patch of skin. Then you see it, the recognition flashing in her eyes. She mightâve forgotten, but you remember her talking about how much of a bore it was to be with unsure people. Timid, as she had put it. Which is something youâre being right nowâyou think. Â
Your eyes find Oberynâs from above her shoulder. Itâs a fleeting moment. But he seems to be eating you both with the darkness of his eyes. Your heart skips a beat. Ellariaâs hand cradles the back of your neck, gently tightening her grip. When your gaze moves back to her, you see that sheâs smiling.Â
âI didnât mean you when I said that,â she answers. âYou lack confidence, thereâs a difference. And I doubt youâll be holding yourself back after regaining it.âÂ
âYou donât think Iâm boring?âÂ
âI donât,â leaning in, she drags her nose over yours, soft lips only an inch away. âLetâs not keep Oberyn waiting.âÂ
When you both turn, you see that Oberyn is softly touching himself. Fingers teasingly moving up and down his impressive length. You clench your teeth, arousal overwhelming every orifice of your body. âHow should we do this?â he asks, eyes on Ellaria.Â
Grinning, she gently nudges your shoulder with her own, you canât stop staring at Oberyn however. Heâs all lean muscle, the extra padding making him look fit. The coarse dark hairs lead a path from his softened stomach to his pulsing cock. Noticing your gaze, he wraps a hand around himself and starts to fuck his fist with hard strokes. He watches with delight at the way you lick your lips when a bead of precome appears on the tip.Â
âWould you want to taste him?â Ellariaâs lips touch your ear.Â
An awkward chuckle bubbles from your chest, âAm I being that obvious?âÂ
âOnly slightly.âÂ
She guides you to the bed, and you take your place between Oberynâs legs while Ellaria is more to the side. His hand instantly finds the side of your face, thumb tugging at the corner of your lips as he stares at you with a softened gaze.Â
âNeedy,â he murmurs. âIâm going to enjoy playing with you, little one.âÂ
You feel your pupils physically expanding. Ellaria drags her nails down your scalp, you purr at the sensation. âHe likes it when you go slow,â she informs. âStart at the tip and drag your tongue down, he likes being teased.âÂ
With an urge to please, you do exactly as she says. First, you swirl your tongue around the bulbous head, his thighs stiffen, then you flatten your tongue and move down. The moan that comes from him is unfiltered and loud. Slick gushes between your legs.Â
âGood girl,â he gasps. âYou too.âÂ
It takes you a while to understand what Oberyn means. You only become aware that he was addressing Ellaria when the other joins you, licking a stripe up the other side of his length. You moan as you take the head between your lips, meanwhile, Ellaria closes her lips around the base, sucking the delicate skin. A choked out moan parts his lips, not being able to keep still, his hips stutter, forcing you to take more of him. His width spreads your lips wide. Your eyes water and you feel Ellariaâs tongue as she kisses the skin right under your eye.Â
She replaces your lips with her own. You watch in a dazed manner as she takes Oberyn down her throat with practiced ease. His fingers tangle into her curls when she hollows her cheeks, forcing her head down. The sight alone makes you drip for them both. Now feeling even bold, you meet Ellariaâs lips while sheâs sucking on the tip. You swear you see a ghost of a grin when she slips her tongue into your mouth. You taste a mixture of them in your mouth, and your head spins. Not wanting to part away, both of you lower yourselves, taking Oberyn between your lips as your tongues struggle to meet around his cock.Â
âFuuuck,â he groans, cock twitching between the pair of lips. You feel his rough fingers moving along your cheek. âYouâre doing so wellâboth of you are,â Ellaria pulls away and winks at you before turning to Oberyn. You take him halfway into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat. He makes a sound, burying his head further into the pillows. âIf you continue doing that Iâm going to come.âÂ
The sound of his voice lights a flame in you, the strokes of your tongue becoming more wild and eager. You swallow around him, over and over, until Ellaria pulls you away.Â
âIsnât that a good thing?â you choke out, eyes flitting between the two. âI want you to come,â you then add, jerking him.Â
âOh it is,â he answers with a sly smile. âBut before that, I want to see you come undone on my tongue. And my cock.âÂ
Ellaria feels you shudder as she traces the line of your spine, âGet on all fours,â she says barely in a whisper.Â
You do as youâre told. Arousal coils tightly in your stomach, your body burning from the inside out. Youâre over-excited. Your breathing coming out in short, rushed pants. Oberyn gets behind you as Ellaria takes Oberynâs place and pulls you between her delicate thighs. Your one arm instantly curls around one leg as you brace yourself with the other by flattening your palm over the mattress.Â
Oberynâs fingers languidly slide down the curve of your ass and slip two of them into your soaking heat with ease. You melt into the touch, your elbow immediately giving way and falling. Without thinking much you kiss the inside of Ellariaâs thighs, sucking and nipping her ample flesh. Oberyn begins to thrust his fingers in and out. Your walls flutter around the digits, your body growing tenses.Â
âSo wet,â he approves. âYou must be very excited.âÂ
âF-Fuck, I am,â you whimper, attempting to meet the thrust of his fingers.Â
He scissors his fingers and curls them, applying pressure to a delicate spot deep inside. A jolt of electricity rushes over you. Your body engulfed in a crackling heat.Â
âTaste her,â he says. âArenât you curious?âÂ
Instead of answering, you meet Ellariaâs gaze before pressing your lips into her cunt. You moan into her, and she draws up her legs, bracketing you between the inside of her thighs. She cradles the back of your head with both hands, guiding you as you drag your tongue between her folds. She tastes fucking delicious. You love this, love giving her pleasure. With a hum, you close your lips around her aching clit and suck. Hard.Â
Her body jolts, the bed underneath creaking. Oberyn swears from underneath his breath, and you imagine him staring at Ellariaâs debouched face. You bet she looks beautiful. Nudging the bundle of nerves with the curve of your nose, you tease her entrance with your tongue, slowly pushing in.Â
âAnd you worried you would be timid,â she croaks out, her back arching as she tugs you closer. âLook at you now, my sweet girl doing such a good job in pleasing us.âÂ
Oberynâs fingers are replaced with his sinful tongue, heat drips from your spine. Without wanting to, you pull away from Ellaria, moaning loudly between her legs. His tongue delves deeper, kissing your folds and lapping at everything you have to offer. He grazes his teeth and you writhe against him, your lips moving sloppily along the apex of her thighs as you attempt to kiss her.Â
His tongue feels too damn long. . . he pushes the soft muscle inside, the mild stretch making your stomach roll. Oberyn is much better at this than you are. No doubt about it. Ellaria only watches as the most sinful sounds escape your throat. He fucks you with his tongue and between thrusts, he manages to flick your clit with the pointed tip. It makes you feral. Youâre not even sure what youâre doing anymore. You continue to taste Ellaria, albeit much more sloppily compared to before. You catch her gaze whenever the fog in your head lifts, her lips are parted, eyes half-lidded.Â
âI think youâre ready to take me,â Oberyn says, his voice hoarse.Â
Before you can answer, Ellaria cups your cheeks, pulling you away from her core. Your chest heaves. She swipes her thumb over your lips, spreading the wetness caused by her cunt. âI want you to pick a word, love.âÂ
âA word?â you cringe internally at how out of it you sound. They havenât even fucked you yet and youâre already a mess.Â
âA safeword,â Oberyn explains Ellariaâs words further. His hands grip your love handles and squeeze them tenderly, he pulls you back and you feel the warmth of his cock heavy on your ass.Â
You think for a minute, your eyes darting around Ellariaâs face and the wall behind her. Your mind is completely empty. Blank. Not even one word comes to mind.Â
Oberyn licks his lips, âHow about that stoplight system? Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop?âÂ
Ellariaâs gaze searches your own, and you nod, âThat sounds good.âÂ
âAlright then,â Oberyn purrs, etching closer. He slides his cock between your folds, his hands skimming up your waist. Ellaria continues to hold your face, watching your every expression with interest. Your eyes widenâ is she waiting to see your expression when Oberyn enters you? Fuck. Heat blossoms in your chest. âWhat is your color now?â he asks, hand cupping the back of your neck.Â
âGreen,â you say with a whimper.Â
Oberyn pushes in inch by inch. He stretches you beautifully, only a hint of pain following while he fills you. Ellaria smiles as your eyes roll back, your lips parting with a guttural sound. He feels so good. So deep. When heâs fully sheathed inside, he waits for you to adjust to his size. Your legs shake. Youâre barely keeping yourself together. Ellaria slips her thumb into your mouth and you wrap your lips around her diligently. She hums with approval.Â
âDoes she feel good?â Ellaria asks Oberyn.Â
âYes. She feels like she was made for me. Such a perfect hole to fill.âÂ
You shudder, dripping down his cock and the inside of your thighs. âOh godââ you choke out, your voice thick.Â
Ellaria releases you when Oberyn rocks his hips impatiently. Your cheek drops to her thigh and with a shaky hand, you bring your fingers to her cunt, slowly slipping two of them inside. You know she wasnât expecting it when her head snaps back. You canât help the little smile that graces your lips. Her heat consumes you. Oberynâs thrusts become faster, harder, sinking deep into your cunt. And with every stroke of his cock, your fingers go deeper into Ellaria.Â
Itâs a beautiful mess.Â
Youâre not sure how thin the walls are, you hope that theyâre thick. You mentally apologize to the neighbors if not because none of you are making an effort to keep quiet. Ellaria grinds to meet your fingers, meanwhile, Oberynâs cock is splitting you into two. His pace is brutal, you feel your skin rippling as his hips snap into you. Honestly, youâre not even trying to move your hand anymore, itâs all OberynâSo technically, heâs fucking two people at once.Â
Suddenly you find yourself being shoved into Ellariaâs delectable cunt, Oberyn pushes you down, blunt nails biting into your scalp. With a groan, you once again close your lips around her clit and suck. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, then gently âalmost fearfully due to the harsh grind of Oberynâs hipsâ you graze your teeth.Â
Ellaria cries out, a sound that takes you by surprise. Between wet eyelashes, you watch as her face contorts in pleasure, her walls squeezing your fingers tight. Her clit throbs against your tongue and just like that, sheâs gushing heavily into your mouth. Oberynâs movements slow, his brutal pace becoming a lazy one as his cock massages your walls. You have a feeling heâs watching her as well.Â
Noticing that sheâs crying out both your names, your pulse quickens.Â
You pull out your fingers and hold her hips, wet streaks glisten on top of her sun-kissed skin. Burying your mouth deep within her folds, you allow your tongue to lick the remains. Another, more gentle, orgasm washes over her, the cries from before becoming sighs of languid pleasure.Â
âGood girl,â Oberyn growls, his hand becomes a necklace around your neck and he hauls you up. He shoves his lips against your ear, the tremor of his voice making you tremble. âYou know, Iâve never seen her come quite that hard with the others. She must like you a lot, pet.â
fuckfuckfuckÂ
The way he rolls his tongue as he says it, petâyou donât expect it to affect you that much but it does, your entire body tenses, his cock easing in and out of you even faster thanks to the way you gush around him.Â
âYou like that?âÂ
Shit, he noticed.Â
âIâIââÂ
He grabs your chin and clashes your lips in a bruising kiss. Oberyn leaves you breathless, your lungs convulse, burning with the lack of oxygen. You taste a hint of yourself on his tongue.Â
âOur sweet pet,â he murmurs against your lips. âYouâre stunning like this, all fucked out.âÂ
Oberyn kisses you once more then turns to Ellaria with a smile, âI can still taste you on her tongue.âÂ
âI would think so. She was quite thorough,â she teases, her gaze fixed on you.Â
Ellaria touches herself slowly as Oberyn resumes his brutal pace. Wet noises flood the dimly lit room, Oberyn buries his face where your neck meets your shoulder. You feel the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth. Your loins burn.Â
Oberyn dangles you on the edge of a cliff. Every time youâre close to your release, he slows his hips into a gentle roll, only to build you up again. Ellaria simply watches, gently drawing tender circles while Oberyn toys with you. Their pet.Â
âPlease,â you beg. âI want to come.âÂ
You sound teary and embarrassed. Oberyn kisses your neck. âYou have been good,â he murmurs, eyes moving to Ellaria. âWhat do you say?âÂ
âLet her come,â she sighs, smiling. âMake it feel good for her, Oberyn.âÂ
Oberyn makes a sound of eager approval. His one hand slips between your legs as the other grasp your breast, keeping your sweat-soaked body flush against him. His fingers draw tight, quick circles around your clit as he presses into you, hips smacking against your flesh over and over.Â
It doesnât take you long after that.Â
Your orgasm hits you like a truckâhell, it hits you like a train. Itâs violent, intense. Every muscle grows taut and your skin tingles as if itâs burned. You canât even cry out properly, your mouth wide in a silent scream. Something warm trickles down your thighs, and if it wasnât for Oberynâs constant, steady praise in your ear you wouldâve been embarrassed. But instead, you just slump against him. Your body feeling limp as if you might never be able to stand again. He rolls his hips, and each time waves of pleasure wash over you, itâs not as intense, but it feels amazing.Â
âThatâs it,â he rasps. âIâm going to pull out now, okay?âÂ
Your nod is followed by a hiss when he does, the sudden lack of him making you feel empty, and frankly, a little bit sad. However, you donât get the chance to linger on the feeling as Oberyn guides you toward the empty spot next to Ellaria.Â
She holds you in a tight embrace, whispering praise into your hair. Oberyn shuffles until heâs behind her, his arm draped over her waist. His cock is still hard and heavy between his legs, glistening with your slick.Â
You ask weakly to Oberyn, âWhat about you?âÂ
âAlways so thoughtful,â Ellaria purrs. She throws her arm back, pulling Oberyn close by the neck. He kisses a delicate path up that follows the curve of her neck. âYou donât need to worry about him. Just relax. . . and enjoy yourself.âÂ
When Oberyn sinks into her, you understand why Ellaria was so eager to watch your expression.Â
You stare into the small bathroom mirror above the sink, the light irritating your eyes. Youâre fresh out of the shower, naked, still dripping, the drops warm as it slides down your skin. Ellariaâs reflection comes into view, also naked, her hands delicately moving over your body, examing to see if youâre hurt anywhere.Â
âHow do you feel?â she asks, satisfied with her examination.Â
âIâm fine,â you answer dismissively, still staring at your reflection. You feel detached, your limbs slow and tenderly aching.Â
Oberyn squeezes a tub of minty toothpaste over the bristles of your brush and holds your chin. Instinctively, you turn to him. He gently pinches your jaw. You open your mouth.Â
He starts to brush your teeth. This man you just met, this man who just railed the ever-living shit out of you. . . is tenderly brushing your teeth. You taste the mint and without meaning to, you wrinkle your nose. He laughs.Â
âItâll be over soon.âÂ
The thing that makes you tear up is how delicate they are with you. Itâs unexpected. They don't think youâre invincible just from your looks. They see that youâre broken, see that you want to be taken care of. And they humor you, treating you as you wish to be treated, without you having to say so.Â
They touch you as if you are a glass rose. It makes your chest ache.Â
âI think I have ointment somewhere,â Ellaria mutters to herself, turning on her heel and looking over the shelves. âIt will soothe your skin.âÂ
The small sniffle you make goes unnoticed by Ellaria but not Oberyn. With a raised eyebrow, he pulls out the toothbrush. âRinse,â he says simply. He turns on the faucet for you and you fill your mouth with water. You swish it around. Then look to him before doing anything else. âSpit.âÂ
You watch as the foamy water goes down the drain. You straighten back up, watching the reflections that dance in the mirror once more. You feel his eyes on you but youâre too flustered to answer his gaze. Ellaria holds a small container of ointment, when she sees your expression her brows furrow.Â
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
��Nothing,â you mumble, not truly knowing the answer yourself. Oberyn opens the faucet again and rinses the toothbrush. After placing it back, he brushes his lips over yours, the gesture sparking life back into your body. âI donât know,â you then say. âIt just feels all so nice, Iâm not used to. . . I donât know, sorry.âÂ
âYou donât need to apologize,â Ellaria says, opening the small container. She takes a hefty amount with two fingers and rubs it into the tender skin of your asscheeks. âItâs normal. You havenât been feeling well lately, and itâs common to feel a bit of a drop after.âÂ
âIs it really?â you ask.Â
Oberyn answers you instead, âIt is. Youâll feel much better when weâre back in bed when youâre between us.âÂ
Ellaria nods and you manage to smile. With a soft chuckle, you shake your head. âYou two are too nice to me.âÂ
âThe bare minimum shouldnât be surprising you this much,â Oberynâs gaze softens. âBut weâll fix that.âÂ
As the two guide you back to the bedroom, you believe they will.Â
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SERIES
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NEW MEXICO(PART IX)- Pedro asks you to spend his birthday together with you. You just go.
W I N N E R(PART VIII) - You couldnât attend SAG awards but Pedro meets you late in the night to celebrate.
O U C H (PART VII) - You are at the Golden Globes and meet Pedro over there, he didnât win unfortunately but still, he is a winner in bed.
B O A T (PART VI) - Today is your last day in Malta. Pedro will be back to work, and you also need to return to your routine. Pedro wants your last day to be wonderful, nothing like a surprise with a perfect end. The three most intense days of your life.
COME FIND ME (PART V) - Pedro promised you a weekend, but an unforeseen event changes everything. Maybe he's a fan of surprises, maybe he can find you.
72 HOURS WITH HIM (PART IV) - The shooting in Malta keeps going, all Pedro needs is a weekend off, wellâŚhe got it. Would you go meet him for only three days? Hmmm yes!
PEDRO SOLO (PART III) - The days are long and exhausting, Pedro has a huge hotel room, hot tub ... But he is missing something, could you help him?
LOSING GAME (PART II) - You meet Pedro again not just to take back your panties. He wants to play a game, whoâs going to lose?
HIGH MILES CLUB (PART I) - After partying hard at Met Gala making out with you in the bathroom and later taking you to his hotel room in NY, he finds something inside his red overcoat pocket in the middle of the airport. But it doesnât stop, more unexpected and hot things happens during his flight back home.
ONE SHOT
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đĽMEET ME AT THE SET - Pedro is THE GENERAL, babe!
CORONA, MEXICO - You got invited by Corona to be an extra on the new âLa vida mas finaâ campaign at the beach. Even if was only one single scene, maybe just 10 seconds of screen you would be more than happy because the main reason was himâŚPedro.
MASTERCHEF FAIL - With a busy schedule, Pedro finds some time to spend with you. You promised him to cook his favorite food. Maybe things get out of hand and dessert comes before dinner.
PURPLE IS THE HOTTEST COLOR - After having a difficult day, Pedro meets you, no patience, no time for conversations.Pedro only has one desire in mind: you here and now, no matter if anyone will see you.
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Itâs 3 in the morningâŚ
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What a smileâŚ
You wearing his purple shirtâŚ
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Gringa is on her late 30âs totally addicted to Pascal for the latest years (she doesnât know what happened) although sheâs following his work since 2019 because she is a Star Wars nerd and fell in love with a mandalorian đ¤ˇđťââď¸. Her favorite Pedro boy is Javi Gutierrez because he is chubby and funny (Pedro vibes almost 100%).
What makes her wet is when Pedro: slide his finger on his lips while giggling.
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@missyorkswhore is on her late 20âs and noticed Pedro when her uncle was watching Narcos, she saw Javier and asked him âwow, whoâs that stach guy?â. A couple years later she finally got into Narcos and you knowâŚshe still want to marry PeĂąa.
She loves when Pedro raises his eyebrow, and when he speaks Spanish [she thinks she can get wet in a fraction of seconds if he speaks like that to her in bed] ah and of course when he screams WHAT TOWN!!! as Joel.
Fave character obviously: DAVE FUCKING YORK (killer king)
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AS GOOD A REASON - CH. 7 | OBERYN MARTELL
Chapter Seven: I Vowed I Would Always Be YoursÂ
Summary: You, who has made it her life's work to get retribution on those who mistreated and harassed you when you were a child. The scars on your body are a physical reminder of the suffering you endured at the hands of abusers, and they also provide the fuel for your years-long quest for retribution.
Paring: Oberyn Martell x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, MINORS GO AWAY, GoT is full of serious and harmful topics, mentions of SA, Rape (not the reader), Murder, Violence, Gore, War, Poison, Scars, Burns, Scratching, Attempted Su!c!de, Idealization of Su!c!de, AU, AgeâGap Romance, Angst, FLUFF, SMUT, Swearing, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, Flirting, Blood, War, Religion References, Nudity, Domestic Abuse, Incest, Prostitution, Weapons, Fire, Horror, Character Deaths, Rewrite Alternate Universe, Sex, Alcohol, Revenge, Panic Attacks, Anxiety Attack, Insecurities,
Word Count:Â 7.5k
A/N: Canonically, I know the Sand Snakes are in the Water Gardens, but I decided to go with what @forever-rogue did which is make âem stay at Hellholt. So shout out to her for being an incredible writer and one of the people who inspired me to gather my courage to write my own Oberyn fic. GO READ HER STUFF! Anyways, here we are, this is where I am literally in uncharted territories and have no script to go off from lmao. The next chapters of this fic are less conflict-focused and more romance-focused, and from here on out everything is almost canon-divergent hehe. Itâs safe to expect that things will spice up from here! Lastly, I made the gif myself lmao. Iâm lowkey proud of myself for that heheheh
Side note: Iâm dyslexic and English isnât my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!
Song: The Great War by Taylor Swift
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A FEW DAYS LATER... Â
KING'S LANDING, RED KEEP â NIGHT
The Red Keepâs halls felt different now, the tension from the trial lingering in the air like a suffocating cloud. You had been busyâpreparing, strategizing, making sure every piece of the plan to take down Lord Tywin was in place. Yet, in the quiet moments between schemes, your mind drifted to Oberyn. You hadnât seen him since you left that note by the ocean, but every day, you wondered if he still waited for you.
You step into the cool night air near the docks, the moonlight bathing everything in silver. The wine bottle feels heavy in your hand as you make your way to the familiar spot. And there he is, just as you hoped, standing by the waterâs edge, his eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for somethingâor someone.
âI brought wine.â Your voice breaks the silence, and Oberyn turns. His gaze locks onto you, and in that moment, you see it allâthe pain, the confusion, the anger, and the relief. He had been waiting, even though he had every reason to walk away.
âYouâŚâ he begins, his voice rough as if words are failing him. âYouâre here.â He takes a small step forward, the moonlight catching the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. âHow could you? You left me... Do you know how much Iâveâ"
You interrupt him gently, your heart in your throat. âIâve missed you.â
He stops, the burden of your words hanging between you. His voice cracks when he asks, âThen why did you leave me again?â
You take a step closer, the scent of the sea mixing with the faint spice of Dornish air. âMaybe... maybe it was out of love, not revenge.â
Oberynâs shoulders tense, his jaw clenching as he wipes at the tears staining his cheeks. âLove? You call it love when you disappear, when you leave me with nothing but ghosts to hold onto?â
His words slice through you, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. âI had to go. Thereâs something more important than just us. Tyrion⌠he needs me. And so do you. I wasnât running awayâI was preparing. Weâre going to take down Lord Tywin.â
Oberynâs eyes widen slightly, the mention of Tyrion and Tywin pulling him from his anger. âYouâve been planning with him⌠to destroy Tywin?â
You nod, stepping even closer now. âIâve been preparing to help. To take down the man whoâs done so much harm to both of us.â
He stares at you, the anger fading into something softer, something broken. âI havenât been well,â he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. âMy revenge didnât go as I planned. Nothing has.â
You take the final step, your bodies almost touching. âThen maybe you need a tutor,â you say softly, brushing your fingers along his cheek. âWould you like me to give you lessons⌠in revenge?â
Oberyn closes his eyes at your touch, his breath shaky as he leans into your hand. âAnd what will you teach me?â
You smile faintly, leaning in until your lips are just a breath away from his. âIâll be your headsman now. Iâll be your missing piece. Tell me⌠who do you want me to kill first?â
His eyes open, dark and full of something raw, something desperate. And then, without another word, he pulls you to him, capturing your lips in a kiss thatâs fierce, hungry, and full of all the emotions heâs been holding back.
The bottle of wine slips from your hand, forgotten, as you lose yourself in him.
KING'S LANDING, RED KEEP â DAY
The Red Keep had become a hollow shell of what it once was. Tyrion was free, but you knew the fight was far from over. Tywin will soon be gone, and the balance of power will shift, but vengeance was still afootâTyrionâs sights are set on Cersei and those who had wronged him. A storm was brewing, and you had no place in it.
Standing by the window of your chambers, you looked out over the sprawling city. Kingâs Landing was a place of betrayal, lies, and the shadows of your past. There was no life for you here, not anymore. You had done what you came to doâthe Mountain was dead, and the world was changing, but it wasnât enough to erase the scars of what had been done to you.
The sun was warm on your face as you began to pack your things, carefully folding your clothes into a simple satchel. The room felt emptier now, as if it knew you wouldnât be returning. The last few days had been a whirlwind of plans and goodbyes, but one task remained, one ghost that needed to be laid to rest before you left this cursed city.
Reaching into the drawer, your fingers brushed against the coarse fabric of a familiar dress. The one you wore the day Elia Martell was murdered. The day the Mountain had ravaged and destroyed her, leaving you burned and scarred as you tried to escape his cruelty. The sight of it brought a flood of memories that sent a sharp pain through your chest. You lifted the dress carefully, the fabric still stained with blood and soot.
You let out a shaky breath, tears stinging your eyes, the one thing you couldnât bring yourself to burn. The pain of that day still lingered like a specter. But as you examined the dress, you felt something crinkle inside. Frowning, you reached into a hidden pocket you had never noticed before. Your fingers closed around something small and fragileâa letter.
Confusion filled you. How had you never seen this? The fabric had been untouched for years. Carefully, you unfolded the parchment, your heart pounding as you saw the handwriting. Eliaâs.
The ink had faded, but the words were still legible. They hit you like a dagger to the chest.
"My dearest friend, Â
If you find this, the worst has come. I beg you, do not stay in Kingâs Landing. Flee. Run far from Maegorâs Holdfast, away from the fighting, away from the horror that is to come. Go to Dorne, to my brothers, Oberyn and Doran. Tell them I love them, that I wished for a different end. I should have sent you sooner, but now you must go, for my sake. Please⌠live."
Your fingers trembled as you held the letter, your breath caught in your throat. Eighteen years. Eighteen long years, and all this time, this letter had been here, untouched. Elia had tried to save you, to send you to her brothers, to Dorne. Your chest tightened with grief and regret. If only you had found this sooner, maybe everything would have been different.Â
As you sat on the edge of your bed, clutching the letter to your chest, there was a soft knock at the door. You wiped your eyes quickly and stood as Oberyn entered the room.
His eyes immediately went to the letter in your hand. He stepped closer, his expression softening with concern. âWhatâs that?â
You handed it to him, your voice barely above a whisper. âItâs from Elia.â
Oberynâs brow furrowed as he took the letter, his gaze scanning the words. His expression hardened, a storm of emotions flashing in his eyesâgrief, love, guilt. âShe wanted you to go to Dorne,â he murmured. âShe tried to protect you.â
Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. âI never found it. All these years, it was here, and I⌠I thought I had been abandoned. But Elia⌠she never forgot me.â
Oberyn exhaled, his jaw tightening as he folded the letter carefully. His voice was thick with emotion. âMy sister loved you. She always spoke of you, even in her final days. If she had known what was coming, she would have done anything to save you.â
You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the significance of Eliaâs words. âThere was a time,â you whispered, âwhen I thought⌠âWhat if someone had tried to help me?â Now I finally realize that there were good grown-ups around me, too. Friends, weather, and divine intervention, too. Now I know⌠she did.â
Oberynâs hand found yours, his grip firm but gentle. âCome with me,â he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with quiet intensity. âTo Dorne. Come home with me. Meet my brother Doran, my daughters. Elia wouldâve wanted you to see Dorne for all its beauty, for all it has to offer.â
Your heart ached at his words. Dorne had always been a place of legend in your mind, a distant dream. But now, with Oberyn standing before you, offering you the chance to finally belong, to heal, it felt like a promise of something new.
You took a deep breath, looking up at him. âDo you really think⌠Elia wouldâve wanted me there?â
Oberyn smiled, a soft, genuine smile that reached his eyes. âI know she would. She always said you belonged in Dorne. She wanted you to be safe, to be loved. Let me show you the home she wanted for you.â
You nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. âOkay. Iâll come with you.â
KINGâS LANDING, RED KEEP â LATER
The streets of Kingâs Landing were buzzing with whispers, like restless birds flocking above the ashes of a great fire. The once-powerful Lannister name now seemed vulnerable, as enemies crept from the shadows, eager to seize their chance.
You walked through the Red Keep for what would be the last time, your footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. This place had never felt like home. It had always been a battlefield, not only in the physical sense but also in the games of politics and survival. You had played your part, avenging the wrongs that haunted your past. The poison Oberyn had carefully crafted for Lord Tywin will take effect soon. There was nothing left for you here. Still, there were those you needed to say goodbye to.
Your first stop was the docks. The salty breeze off Blackwater Bay tugged at your hair as you approached Serena, your faithful friend. She stood by the ship that would take her to Braavos, her belongings already packed and loaded onto the vessel.
When she saw you, her face softened, and she opened her arms. Without a word, you embraced her, the warmth of her body grounding you for a moment in the chaos of the day.
âI donât know how to thank you,â you whispered, holding her tightly. âFor everything. Youâve been my strength through all of this.â
Serena smiled, pulling back slightly to look at you. Her eyes, filled with wisdom and compassion, glistened under the light of the setting sun. âYou donât owe me anything. Youâve done enough, more than enough. Itâs time for you to find your own peace now.â
You swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing that her words were true, but still, the thought of leaving her behind stung. âIâll never forget what youâve done for me,â you said softly, your voice breaking just a little.
She placed a gentle hand on your cheek. âAnd Iâll never forget you, my friend. Now go, before I start crying and embarrass myself.â
You both laughed softly, but the sadness lingered as you stepped back, giving her one last look before you left her there.
Your next farewell came in the shadowy corridors of the Red Keep. It was a place where you'd experienced both the highest stakes and the deepest betrayals, and now you were ready to sever your ties. You passed through the halls, not lingering any longer than necessary, your thoughts already drifting far away from this pit of liars.
First, you came across Tyrion, who was standing with a small, satisfied smile on his face despite everything. His recent freedom hadnât come without cost, but his fight was far from over. He would carry on, and you respected that.
When he noticed you, his smile faltered, turning thoughtful as he stepped closer. âI owe you my life,â he said with a slight incline of his head. âNot many would have risked what you did.â
You offered him a small, bittersweet smile. âIt wasnât for you, Tyrion. But Iâm glad youâre free. You deserve better than this place.â
Tyrionâs eyes softened with understanding. âAnd you deserve peace, wherever you find it.â
You nodded, knowing you would never forget the strange bond you had formed with him in these dark times. âGoodbye, Tyrion. May your revenge taste sweeter than mine.â
With that, you turned away, leaving behind the one Lannister you could stomach. But there was still one more encounter you couldnât avoid.
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Jaime Lannister was waiting, his golden hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he leaned against the stone wall, his gaze distant as he stared out over the courtyard. You approached him, your steps measured, your face set in a cool, unreadable expression.
When he noticed you, Jaime stood straighter, his eyes flicking to yours. There was no warmth between you, only an understanding born from the knowledge of who you both wereâsurvivors of a cruel world, playing your roles as best you could.
âI never liked you,â you said bluntly, not bothering to soften your words. âYou arenât a good man, but you never pretended to be. I can respect that.â
Jaime raised an eyebrow, a flicker of something like amusement passing over his features. âAnd here I thought we were going to end things on a high note.â
You smirked slightly, but there was no real humor in it. âYou care for your family. That much I understand. But donât mistake that for forgiveness.â
Jaimeâs face darkened, but he didnât argue. Instead, he nodded once, a quiet acceptance of your judgment. âI donât expect forgiveness,â he said quietly. âOnly survival.â
With that, you turned on your heel and left the Red Keep behind, feeling the weight of years of pain and bitterness slowly begin to lift from your shoulders as the doors closed behind you.
DORNE â DAY
The journey to Dorne was unlike anything you had imagined. As the landscape changed from the cold, rigid greys of Kingâs Landing to the warmth of Dorne, it felt as if the world itself was breathing for the first time. The golden sun bathed the rolling hills, turning the sand into rivers of light. Every breath you took felt lighter, cleaner, as if the air here was different. It smelled of spices and sea salt, a stark contrast to the rot and soot of the capital. The vibrant hues of the desert, the deep oranges and reds, made you feel alive in a way you hadnât felt in years.
Oberyn rode beside you, silent but ever-present. His gaze lingered on you, watching as you took in the beauty of his homeland. There was an unspoken understanding between you. He had given you the space to process this new world, but you could feel his desire to share it with you.Â
When the sun began its descent, casting the sky in fiery shades of red and gold, he finally broke the silence. âThis is your home now,â he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that mirrored the setting sun. âElia would have wanted this for youâfor you to find peace, to live freely.â
His words hit you with a force you hadnât expected. The weight of everything youâd left behindâthe pain, the anger, the scarsâbegan to lift, if only just a little. You looked out at the expanse of land before you, the endless stretch of desert that seemed to go on forever, and felt tears prick your eyes. âItâs⌠beautiful,â you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. âI canât believe I waited so long to come here.â
Oberyn reached over, taking your hand in his, his touch grounding you. âYouâre here now,â he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. âThatâs what matters.â
As you reached Hellholt, Ellariaâs ancestral home, the grandeur of the sandstone fortress took your breath away. The open courtyard buzzed with life as her daughters ran about, their laughter filling the air like music. You could see how much they took after their mother, fierce and unyielding, yet full of life.
Ellaria greeted you with a quiet smile, her arms wrapping around you in a hug that felt softer than you expected. The tension between you two still lingered, the unspoken feelings surrounding Oberynâs love for you hanging heavy in the air, but there was something close to peace in her embrace.
âYouâll look after him, wonât you?â she asked, her voice low and serious as she pulled away, her eyes locking onto yours. âOberyn means well, but sometimes⌠he needs someone to steady him.â
You gave her a nod, offering a reassuring smile. âI will. And weâll visit when we can.â
Ellaria stepped back to her daughters, but not without one last glance at youâan acknowledgment that perhaps, in time, the strangeness between you two might fade. Oberyn, watching from a distance, caught your eye and smiled, pride and affection shining in his gaze.
The next morning, you and Oberyn departed Hellholt, the sound of Ellariaâs daughtersâ laughter fading as you rode further into Dorneâs heart. The heat of the day settled into your skin, and as the sun rose higher, Oberyn kept you close, ensuring you were comfortable, taking every opportunity to steal a kiss or brush his fingers along your arm.
DORNE, SUNSPEAR â DAY
When you finally arrived in Sunspear, the capital of Dorne, it was as though you had entered a dream. The towering spires of the palace loomed in the distance, and the city itself was bustling with lifeâmerchants, nobles, and commoners alike filling the streets with vibrant colors and spirited conversations. The air was filled with the scent of oranges and spices, carried on the wind from the sea.
Oberyn stopped his horse and looked at you, his expression softening as he took in the sight of you against the backdrop of his homeland. âWeâre home,â he said, his voice full of tenderness.
You turned to him, your heart swelling. There was something about the way he said it that made everything feel right. Home. This placeâDorneâhad always been where you were meant to be, even if it had taken years to find your way here.
Oberyn dismounted and came to your side, helping you down. As your feet touched the warm sand, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. âElia would have wanted you to see this,â he whispered. âTo be part of this life. She always believed Dorne had a way of healing the soul.â
Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, the love in his gaze overwhelming. âI wish she could be here,â you murmured, your voice breaking.
Oberyn smiled, though there was a sadness in it. âShe is. In every sunset, in every breeze, Elia is here.â
Oberyn gathered you in his arms, âShe loved you,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âAnd I love you. You belong hereâwith me.â
The two of you stood there, the sun setting over the sea, casting long shadows over the sand. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be.
Home.
WATER GARDENS, DORNE â NOON
The gates of Sunspear opened before you, and the sight that greeted you was nothing short of breathtaking. The Water Gardens, the beloved retreat of House Martell, stretched out in all directions, a vision of tranquility and beauty. Lush greenery surrounded shimmering pools of water, each reflecting the clear blue sky above. The gardens were dotted with fountains, their soft trickling filling the air with a soothing melody. Vibrant flowers, rich in color, bloomed along the pathways, their petals swaying gently in the warm breeze. It was a stark contrast to the harsh, grey stone of Kingâs Landing, and you couldnât help but pause, your breath catching in your throat as you took it all in. None of these walls are stained by hatred. How strange this all is.
Life, which had once felt so rigid and colorless, suddenly seemed full of possibility. The villas, painted in shades of orange, red, and gold, stood proudly against the sunlit sky, their terracotta roofs blending with the desert landscape. Everything felt so alive, bursting with color. The black-and-white certainty that had governed your thoughts for so long seemed to dissolve under the warmth of the Dornish sun.
The servants welcomed you and Oberyn with gracious bows and smiles. You felt a bit stiff, your body hesitant and unsure in the face of such warmth. You werenât used to thisâbeing at the center of attention. The greetings felt too much, the eyes on you too kind, and your fingers twitched nervously at your sides as you forced a small smile. The heat, blistering and unrelenting, pressed against your skin, a far cry from the cooler climate of the North. You tugged at the sleeves of your long gown, grateful for the cover. The thought of your scars made your stomach turn. It wasnât your discomfort you feared, but their own. You werenât ready to expose that part of yourself, not yet.
Oberyn seemed to sense your unease. He reached for your hand as he led you through the gardens toward the palace. âDorne welcomes you,â he said softly, his voice a balm to your nerves. âThere is no need for hesitation here. You are among friends.â
Ahead, on a shaded terrace overlooking the Water Gardens, Prince Doran awaited you. He sat in a grand chair, his posture regal despite the illness that clearly weighed on him. Beside him stood Areo Hotah, his loyal captain, ever watchful with his towering figure and unyielding gaze.
Oberyn introduced you, his voice full of pride as he presented you to his elder brother. âThis is the one I spoke of,â Oberyn said, his eyes flicking to you with a tender smile. âShe has traveled far to be here, and Dorne will be better for her presence.â
You stepped forward, ready to bow in respect, but Oberynâs hand shot out, gently stopping you. âWe donât bow in Dorne,â he whispered with a chuckle, leaning in close. âNot unless you want to draw more attention to yourself.â
Your face heated up immediately, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. âOh,â you murmured softly, feeling the eyes of both princes on you.
Prince Doran, however, only smiled warmly. âNo need to worry,â he said kindly, his voice gentle despite the weariness in it. âWe are not as formal as they are in the North. How was your journey?â
You composed yourself, offering a small, grateful smile. âThe journey went well, Your Grace. Thank you for allowing me to come to Dorne⌠I only hope to be of use. I can workââ
âNo,â Doran interrupted softly but firmly, shaking his head. âYou have been through more than anyone should. You will not serve us. For the rest of your days, you will be treated with the respect you deserve. You will live here, in the palace, as one of our own.â
Your heart swelled at his words, but there was a heaviness that lingered in your chest. The kindness overwhelmed you. It felt like too much, like you didnât deserve it. You glanced at Oberyn, who gave you a reassuring nod, his hand brushing against your arm in silent support.
You mustered a sad smile, trying to push away the guilt. âThank you, Your Grace. Princess Elia⌠she was always so kind to me. I remember her laughter, her warmth⌠she made everything brighter, even when the world was falling apart.â The memory of Eliaâs voice rang in your ears, and your chest tightened.
Doranâs eyes filled with unshed tears at the mention of his sister, and his voice trembled as he replied, âThank you for remembering her.â He took a breath, blinking back his sorrow. âIt is a gift that you survived.â
The guilt washed over you again, an unwelcome tide. Survived. Sometimes you wondered why you had been spared when so many others had fallen. But there was no room for that thought nowânot here.
Doranâs voice, steady once more, broke the silence. âWe will provide you with everything you needâclothing, food, whatever it is. Iâm sure the Northern attire will be quite stifling in our heat.â
You nodded, uncertain. The thought of changing into Dornish clothing, so light and revealing compared to what you were used to, made you uneasy. You would have to speak to Oberyn about it later, perhaps when you were alone, away from the formalities of the palace.
Just then, a woman approached you, bowing slightly. âI am your lady-in-waiting, my lady,â she said with a smile. âMy name is Mirra.â
You nodded in acknowledgment, still adjusting to the sudden rush of new faces and titles. Before you could say anything, Oberyn turned to you, his grin full of mischief. âI have some matters to discuss with my brother,â he said, his hand slipping around your waist, drawing you closer to him. âBut do not worry. I will make sure to join you for dinner later.â His eyes gleamed with amusement, and before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed youâright there, in front of Doran and Areo Hotah.
The warmth of his lips, the unexpected display of affection, left you completely caught off guard. Your body heated from head to toe, your thoughts spinning. It wasnât just the kissâit was the ease with which he did it, without a care for who was watching. You caught your breath as he pulled back, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction at your stunned reaction.
Doran merely chuckled softly from his chair, while you stood frozen in place, your heart racing. As Oberyn walked away, you realized one thing with absolute certainty: life in Dorne would be unlike anything you had ever known.
Mirra led you through the winding halls of the palace, her steps light and graceful, as if she had walked these paths her entire life. When she stopped before a large wooden door, you couldnât help but feel a slight flutter in your chest. With a quiet smile, she pushed it open, revealing the grand quarters that would now be yours.
The room was breathtaking. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over everything. The bedroom was vast, far larger than anything youâd ever had before. A massive bed, draped in fine silks and adorned with pillows, took up the center of the room, its grand frame intricately carved with symbols of the sun and moon. The sheets were a deep, luxurious red, and you could already imagine how soft they would feel against your skin.
The walls were lined with vibrant tapestries, each telling stories of Dorneâs rich history, and the floor was covered in plush rugs that felt like clouds underfoot. A small table stood by the window, and on it, a pitcher of cool water with fresh fruit beside it, waiting for your return from the heat. Everything about this room spoke of comfort, of care, and luxuryâthings that had once felt so distant to you.
Mirra gestured toward a small chest at the foot of the bed. âTheyâll bring your belongings soon, but for now, these were laid out for you.â She approached the chest and opened it, revealing several beautiful dresses, each more exquisite than the last. âPrince Oberyn thought you might like them. Theyâre light, perfect for our weather here in Dorne.â
You approached the chest cautiously, your fingers brushing over the fabric of the dresses. They were stunningâlight, flowing pieces with intricate embroidery. Each was adorned with suns, crafted in gold thread that shimmered in the light. The colors were boldâreds, oranges, deep purples��celebrating the warmth of the Dornish sun. But as you lifted one of the gowns, your heart skipped. They were sleeveless, with daring necklines, designed to expose more skin than you were comfortable with.
You ran your fingers over the delicate fabric, feeling its softness. The dresses were stunning, yet the thought of wearing something so revealing made your chest tighten. It wasnât the scarsâthey didnât bother you, nor did the thought of people looking or asking questions. Those wounds had healed long ago, and their marks no longer held power over you. But here, in this new world of sun and beauty, the weight of something else pressed down on you.
It was the fear of embarrassing Oberyn. Standing beside him, so strong and proud, you couldnât shake the feeling that, somehow, you might not belong here.
But you didnât want to seem ungrateful, not after Oberyn had gone out of his way to choose something for you. You swallowed your discomfort, forcing a smile. âTheyâre beautiful.â
Mirra watched you carefully, her kind eyes noticing your hesitation. âPrince Oberyn mentioned you two would be sharing these quarters,â she said gently, her voice soft. âBut he also said that if youâre uncomfortable, heâd be more than khappy to stay in another room.â
Her words hit you like a wave, and for a moment, you froze. Sharing a room with Oberyn? The idea made your mind race. You werenât sure if you were ready for that level of intimacy, not yet. The thought of sharing such close quarters with him both thrilled and terrified you. But you couldnât bring yourself to say no, not after everything youâd both been through. Not after all the kindness heâd shown you.Â
âItâs⌠fine,â you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper. âIâll be fine.â
Mirra nodded with understanding, offering you a small, comforting smile. âIâll have a bath drawn for you,â she said, moving toward the door. âI imagine the journey was rough. Iâll return shortly to fetch you.â
Left alone, you wandered to the large balcony that overlooked the Water Gardens. The doors were already open, and as you stepped out, the warmth of the afternoon sun kissed your skin. The view before you was nothing short of breathtaking. The sprawling gardens stretched out below, filled with vibrant colors of the season. In the distance, you could see the faint outline of Sunspearâs city walls, the rooftops glistening in the sun.
The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky with hues of pink, orange, and gold. The colors blended together, washing over the landscape in a way that made everything feel serene, almost otherworldly. For the first time in what felt like years, you allowed yourself to breathe deeply, the tension in your shoulders melting away under the warmth of the sun.
Standing there, feeling the soft breeze caress your skin, you closed your eyes and let the moment envelop you. The weight of your past, the pain, and the fearâit was still there, lurking in the corners of your mind. But here, in this moment, it felt distant. Youâre no longer there anymore, you told yourself, the words settling over your heart like a protective shield. No matter how much theyâve tried to break you, youâve survived. Youâre not scared of them anymore.
A sense of peace washed over you as you stood on the balcony, watching the sun dip beneath the horizon. For the first time in years, it felt like time was moving forward. You were no longer bound to the memories that once weighed you down, no longer trapped in the shadows of what had been. Here in Dorne, with Oberyn by your side, things felt different. You felt different. The world was no longer just black and whiteâit was bursting with color, vibrant and alive, and you were beginning to learn how to embrace it.
The quiet knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. Mirra stepped in, her soft smile welcoming as she said, "My lady, your bath is ready."
You nodded, following her through the grand room. The air was warm, scented with lavender and the faint salt of the sea, and as you stepped into the adjoining bath chamber, you couldnât help but admire the elegance of it all. The tub was large, carved from marble, with steam rising gently from the water.
Mirra moved to help you undress, her hands reaching for the ties of your gown. But as her fingers brushed your back, you froze, the sudden contact pulling you from the moment.Â
âNo,â you said softly, your voice steady but firm. âI can take it from here.â
Mirra hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly. âMy lady?â
You offered her a small smile, your hand resting on hers to ease the tension. âThank you, but Iâll manage.â
Her gaze lingered on you, a hint of concern in her eyes, but after a moment, she nodded, stepping back with a respectful bow. âVery well. Iâll leave you to it.â
Once she was gone, you stood for a moment, the room quiet except for the soft lapping of the water in the tub. Slowly, you undressed yourself, feeling the warmth of the bath beckoning you. When you finally stepped in, the water enveloped you, soothing every ache from the long journey.
You sank deeper into the bath, closing your eyes and letting the warmth relax your body. Here, alone, the weight of the world felt lighter. The tension you had carried for so long began to melt away, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to simply be.
WATER GARDENS, DORNE â EVENING
The evening air was warm as you stepped onto the terrace of the Water Gardens, the scent of citrus trees and the distant sound of trickling water surrounding you. Lanterns, hung delicately along the stone pillars, cast a soft glow over the long table where a simple yet elegant feast was laid out. The sky above was painted in soft shades of twilight, a backdrop of deep purples and golds that felt as if it had been created just for this moment.
Your dressâa light, flowing piece with intricate suns embroidered along the edgesâshifted with the breeze, reminding you of the delicate balance between feeling exposed and free. You hadnât quite made peace with showing so much skin, but here in Dorne, no one seemed to care about scars or imperfections. And for once, it was your own hesitation, not the eyes of others, that left you feeling vulnerable.
Oberyn was already there, seated at the head of the table, his eyes finding yours the moment you appeared. A soft smile tugged at his lips, warmth radiating from him in a way that set you at ease. He rose to greet you, his presence commanding yet intimate, making the vast expanse of the terrace feel smaller, more personal.
âYou look stunning,â he said, his voice carrying that familiar mix of charm and sincerity. He reached for your hand, brushing his lips against your knuckles in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. âThough Iâm certain the gardens pale in comparison.â
You chuckled, trying to shake off the nerves that fluttered in your stomach. âIâm not sure I can compete with all this,â you gestured to the beauty surrounding youâthe elegant table, the vibrant colors of the Water Gardens, the night sky overhead. âItâs like stepping into a dream.â
Oberynâs smile widened as he pulled out a chair for you. âThen letâs make sure the dream is one you never want to wake from.â
As you sat, servants moved gracefully around you, pouring wine into delicate goblets and laying out platters of fruit, roasted meats, and bread still warm from the oven. You shifted in your seat, trying to absorb the sudden attention, feeling a little out of place despite Oberynâs calming presence.
âAre you always treated like this?â you asked, glancing at him as one servant filled your cup.
âOnly when Iâm fortunate enough to be dining with such company,â Oberyn replied, his tone teasing. âThough I have a feeling youâll soon grow used to the luxuries of Dorne.â
You smiled but couldnât shake the underlying tension. âIâm not sure I ever will.â
Oberyn leaned in slightly, his eyes holding yours. âYou donât have to fit into any mold here. Youâre not in Kingâs Landing anymore. Youâre in Dorne, where people live as they areâunapologetically.â
There was something in his gaze that felt reassuring, a reminder that here, with him, you were free from the constraints of the past. You exhaled, the weight of the day lifting slightly from your shoulders.
The conversation between you and Oberyn flowed easily as the evening stretched on. The food was rich, the wine sweeter than anything youâd had in Kingâs Landing, and yet, despite the grandeur of it all, the simplicity of being in Oberynâs company felt like the real gift. He spoke of Dorne with pride, recounting stories of its history, its people, and the beauty that stretched beyond the Water Gardens to the deserts and mountains.
âTomorrow,â he said, his hand resting over yours, âIâll take you to Sunspear. There is more for you to see, more than even the Water Gardens can offer.â
You smiled, feeling your heart swell with anticipation. âI look forward to it.â
As the night grew darker, and the lanterns flickered softly in the breeze, Oberyn leaned closer. âAnd tonight,â he whispered, âIâm just glad weâre finally here. Together.â
You couldnât help but feel a warmth bloom inside you at his words. No matter the uncertainty of what lay ahead, tonight felt like the start of something newâsomething that didnât need to be rushed or defined, just lived.
WATER GARDENS, DORNE â LATE NIGHT
The walk to your chambers felt surreal, the weight of the evening's intimacy lingering in the air between you and Oberyn. The stars above cast a silver glow on the winding paths of the Water Gardens, the cool breeze a welcome contrast to the warmth of his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. Each step brought you closer to the privacy of your shared quarters, and with it, the quiet flutter of nerves began to stir in your stomach.
Youâd been in his presence for hours now, sharing a meal, stories, and laughter, yet the intimacy of entering a room together felt like crossing an invisible threshold. This was the moment where things might shift, where you couldnât help but wonder if something was expected tonight.
As Oberyn opened the door to your chambers, the room beyond was as grand as youâd imaginedâperhaps even more so. A massive bed with heavy, luxurious fabrics dominated the space, framed by stone walls adorned with intricate Dornish tapestries. The soft light of candles flickered across the room, casting warm, golden hues over everything. It was beautiful, intimate, a room meant for lovers.
Your heart raced as you stepped inside, your thoughts swirling as you tried to steady yourself. Oberyn, sensing your hesitation, moved behind you, his presence a steadying force. His fingers brushed your arm gently, grounding you in the moment.
âYouâre nervous,â he said softly, his voice low and comforting.
You turned to face him, biting your lip as your gaze met his. âItâs just... I know youâre used to a certain lifestyle. I donât want to... disappoint you.â
Oberynâs brows lifted slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes before his expression softened. He reached for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing rhythm. âDisappoint me?â he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. âDo you truly believe that?â
You shrugged, feeling a little foolish now, but the thought had gnawed at you since the moment youâd entered the room. âYouâve always been... free. With others. I justâwhat if Iâm not ready tonight? Will you... find your needs somewhere else?â
A small smile curved his lips, and he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek. âI wonât lie to you,â he began, his voice a murmur, âIâve lived my life enjoying pleasure wherever it could be found. But you...â His thumb traced the line of your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. âWith you, I am content to wait. Because when it happens, it will be passionate, raw, and it will be worth every second of restraint.â
His words were like a soothing balm to your nerves, each one sinking into you, wrapping around your fears and quieting them. There was no pressure, no expectationâonly the promise of something real, something deeper than just the physical.
âI donât want you to do anything until youâre ready,â he continued, his lips brushing the crown of your head. âYour consent is more important to me than anything. And if tonight is just us, here in this bed, holding each other, that is more than enough.â
You exhaled, a wave of relief washing over you. âIâve never been with anyone like you,â you confessed quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.
Oberyn chuckled softly, his arms slipping around your waist and pulling you close. âThatâs because there is no one like me,â he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there, warm and soft against your skin, and you leaned into him, feeling the tension leave your body.
He drew back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours. âBut I promise you thisâno matter how long it takes, no matter when youâre ready, I will wait for you. And when that moment comes, it will be ours.â
His sincerity left you breathless. Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, your lips brushing his in a tentative kiss. Oberyn responded instantly, his mouth moving against yours with a softness that made your heart flutter. His hand cradled the back of your head, deepening the kiss just enough to remind you of the passion that simmered beneath his calm exterior, but never pushing, never demanding more than what you offered.
You pulled back, breathless, your forehead resting against his as you smiled. âThank you,â you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.
He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring the moment. âThere is no need to thank me,â he murmured against your lips. âI told you, youâre in Dorne now. We take our time with everything worth savoring.â
A warmth bloomed inside you, a sense of peace and safety in his arms. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your cheek.
âLetâs get some sleep,â Oberyn whispered, guiding you toward the bed. He pulled back the heavy covers, and you slipped beneath them, the cool fabric against your skin a welcome contrast to the heat that still lingered between you. He joined you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close until your back was pressed to his chest, his body a comforting shield around you.
The last thing you remembered before sleep claimed you was the sound of Oberynâs steady breathing and the warmth of his lips as he pressed one final kiss to your shoulder.
There's nothing that needs to happen tonight. You were exactly where you were meant to be.
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