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Survival is Victory

Pairing ✦ Aegon x niece!reader

Tags ✦ arranged marriage, dubious consent, p. in v. sex, mention of pregnancy

Wordcount ✦ 3,325

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As Rhaenyra's only daughter, you were married to Aegon to secure peace after the Dance. You soon realized that in order to insure your survival and that of your younger brothers, you would need to win the king's affection.

There is no war so hateful to the Gods as a war between kin, you had heard the princess Rhaenys tell your mother once, as the war of succession had swept away your life and shaken you to the core. You had been forced to face hardships and bloodshed, losing all your kin one after the other, until there remained barely any.

The defeat of your mother had sealed your fate, and you had been given the cruel choice of imprisonment or marriage, which was a prison of another sort, you knew. If you had been the last of Rhaenyra’s brood to be standing, you would have gladly chosen a life of imprisonment, but accepting marriage came with an offer you could not refuse.

In exchange for your union with Aegon, and the fulfillment of your marital obligations—providing him with a male heir, as both his sons had died during the war—your younger brothers, fathered by Daemon, would be kept safe.

So you endured perjury as you recited vows you did not mean, and you endured the indignity of lying with a man who did not care for your pleasure. You plotted revenge in your head as he pounded into you, often from behind, your head pushed down into the pillows.

You considered your duties with an unemotional view. It was a means to an end, and the idea that you would eventually be with child and bring your enemy’s babe into the world felt foreign and almost impossible. Yet you knew it would happen, it was inevitable.

It was a night like any other when a knock came at your door and a maidservant entered, quiet as a mouse. “The king has requested your presence in his chambers,” she said, her hands clasped in front of her nervously.

“Let him know that I am denying his request,” you replied coldly.

You had no wish to spend more time than necessary in Aegon’s company. Since your blood was not due for another week, there was no way to confirm that you were not with child, and therefore you did not wish to spend an evening in his bed if it was not necessary. 

The maid licked her lips, bowing her head slightly. “It wasn’t exactly a request, your grace,” she said quietly.

“Then I shall come at once,” you replied, resigned, as you pushed the bedcovers aside and stood. 

You did not take the time to brush your hair or even slip on a robe, preferring to march out into the cold corridor with your feet bare and your curves barely hidden under your nightgown. It served you more to allow the night-time roamers to see you being summoned into the king’s chambers, the purpose of your visit plain for all to see.

You had long learned that it was best to endure Aegon’s drunken endeavors in order to keep your peace and that of your brothers. You knew they were only tolerated in the Keep at the king’s permission, and so far he seemed inclined to grant it as long as you performed your marital duties when it was required. 

You knew Aegon despised you, and you loathed him equally. He had usurped your mother’s throne, and adding to the insult, had been the one to end her life. The only thing on your mind was your brothers’ survival. One day they would grow up to be men, and you desperately wished they would become decent ones. You would see to their education, you had vowed to yourself and to the memory of your mother.

As you crossed the threshold of the king’s quarters, you didn’t wait for the guard to close the door before you started pulling at the laces of your nightgown, letting it pool to the ground before you walked to the bed. In front of the hearth, Aegon was nursing a cup of wine as was his habit, and didn’t say a word as you crossed the room without even throwing a glance his way.

“On your back,” he said as you climbed among the rumpled sheets.

They smelled of a flowery, sweet perfume you didn’t recognize and you swallowed in disgust, knowing a whore had probably warmed his bed earlier in the night.

The command did surprise you, however, as it was common for Aegon to prefer you on your knees, facing away from him. You obeyed wordlessly, keeping your gaze on the canopy above the bed as he climbed after you. He pushed his long linen shirt up his hips and wasted no time pushing into you.

He groaned as you expelled a sharp breath, forcing yourself to lean into the intrusion despite the pain. You had learned that making your core ease under his assault soothed the pain. “Fuck,” he groaned at your tightness, and you shut your eyes forcefully and swallowed the bile rising in your throat.

Barely any time after your arrival, you marched back out into the cold hallway, ignoring the trail of liquid running down your leg. In your quarters, a warm bath awaited you.

“One final push, your grace,” the midwife encouraged; the unconcealed joy in her voice gave you courage. 

Your hands gripping the arms of the other midwives surrounding you. You leaned into the wave of pain and followed it as it pressed downward; with one last wail your labors ended. As a babe was pushed from your body and into the midwife’s rough hands, you breathed a sigh of relief. 

“A daughter, your grace,” the younger midwife announced with pride, and you could not help but smile despite your exhaustion. 

Your hair was sticking to your face, sweat running down your temples as pink fluid was running down your legs, but a triumphant feeling rose in you as the babe wailed. Tears came to your eyes as you looked down upon the sweet face of your child. She was bright as a new sunset after the rain, and love flooded your heart like none other before.

You hummed soothing sounds as you reclined against the pillows, midwives fussing about you and the babe as you cradled her against your breast. You trailed your lips across the bridge of her nose, breathing in her sweet scent as she melted against you, her cries quieting as her eyes tentatively fluttered open. 

“Sister,” a child’s voice called from the archway into your bedchamber. It was Viserys, and his eldest Aegon padded behind him—the two boys had waited impatiently in your solar, eager to meet their niece.

“Have you chosen a name?” the eldest asked, still a child of eight, as they approached you. Their gazes flitted about you, worried about the tainted sheets the midwife was carrying away.

“The king will want to name her, no doubt,” you replied, smiling tenderly at them despite the ache in your heart.

A terrible realization came to you later as you watched their eager faces hovering over the cradle, soothing the crying babe with gentle murmurs. Their position was only guaranteed as long as you didn’t bear a son, and then despite his promises, Aegon might still cast them away, and you along with them.

When your duties would have been fulfilled, there would be no need for you, and no reason to tolerate your brothers’ presence in the Keep, or even their lives. 

“The king wishes for the child to be brought to him,” a maid interrupted your sad musings, and you didn’t hesitate.

“I shall take her,” you replied, even as your brothers looked up in alarm, rushing to your side when you stepped out of the bed with a pained groan.

“You should rest after your labors, my queen,” the maid insisted, but you would not be deterred. 

“I will take her,” you confirmed, wrapping a robe around yourself.

As though peace had been secured by your marriage to him, Aegon still felt the echoes of the war every day that the Gods made. Its ripples had damaged the realm, fractured it in its very core, and only time would be able to rebuild the strength that had been lost.

The trust that had been shattered, and to heal the wounds that had been inflicted. Even the humiliation that came with your agreement of the marriage was not enough to soothe Aegon’s fury. 

You were the daughter of a traitor, of a woman that had precipitated the realm into war when she had refused to bend the knee, clinging to the words of a man too weak to make the right decision for his own legacy.

An entire dynasty had buckled under the weight of such treachery, and now the very essence of what made the Targaryens so great was threatened. Your own dragon had perished on the battlefield, as you had fought alongside the lords foolish enough to join your mother’s cause—now most of them were dead, and their infant sons sat in their places.

Aegon supposed it was their one victory, as he had no sons anymore. The memory of Jaehaerys and Maelor was still an excruciating one; the only mercy he could think of was that their mother had joined them in the arms of the Stranger.

He had preferred to remain in his quarters upon learning that you had started your labors. He had no wish to pace the corridor like a caged animal, nor did he feel the need to—he knew an heir was needed, but he loathed that your blood was the strongest one there was.

“A daughter, I’ve been told,” he greeted you as you crossed the threshold, carrying a bundle of linens. 

Your face was flushed, and there was an air of wonder to your face. The only expression he had ever seen on your features was contempt, disgust, and hatred, but now you looked as though it had all faded away, carried by the waters that had run out of your body. The undercurrent of his anger soothed for a moment, surprise taking over.

“Indeed, your grace,” you replied as you came to stand in front of him, slightly breathless and unsteady on your feet. Still, he didn’t offer you a cushion or a seat. “Healthy as can be.”

“If we can have a healthy daughter, then we can have a healthy son,” he commented, looking down at the babe. She was pink as newborns usually were, sleeping peacefully, and he had to admit that his stomach quivered at the sight of her. She came from him, as much as he detested you and what you represented, your bloods had mingled and brought a new soul into this world.

It seemed your labors had truly mellowed you, as there was a tender smile etched across your face—it was the first smile he had seen of you in months, and the last had been a fleeting one, given in passing at one of your brothers; he had been lucky to see it at all.

“What shall you name her?” you inquired, and his brow furrowed. 

“You would leave the choice to me?” he asked, surprised at the lack of defiance on your part.

“It seems appropriate, your grace,” you replied quietly, and he smirked, slightly victorious. You had always resisted his advances, and he had long stopped caring about your pleasure or your pain, but it seemed that the result of your couplings had finally broken you. 

“You can name her. I shall name our sons when they come,” he replied.

Aegon had feared that as the residual pains of your labors passed and your moods settled again, you would grow cold and furious again. However, he was soon proved wrong as you behaved with utmost politeness, seemingly so taken with your daughter that you had forgotten about the hatred you held for him.

Aegon could not deny his relief, and as occupied as you were with your newborn child, a more peaceful atmosphere had fallen over the Red Keep. 

Perhaps the lords that had suggested the match, hoping to secure peace, had been right in their endeavor. You surprised him again, as you had on the day of the birth, when you stepped into his rooms a few weeks later, dressed in an embroidered nightgown and robe, your hair braided neatly.

“The Maester has deemed me healed, and so I wondered if you desired my company tonight,” you offered, and Aegon could only nod. His loins stirred despite himself, and even if your fury was to come back eventually, he wouldn’t refuse a night of respite, burying himself in your pliant body.

As you left the rooms, wrapping your robe around yourself, a sense of satisfaction came over you. 

“May I have a word?” you asked the guard, and the young man tilted his head obediently. You stepped closer, keeping your voice low but your intentions clear and firm. “If you notice the king is in need of comfort of any kind, please send for me. I would rather keep my own husband satisfied.”

You held the knight’s gaze as your meaning took root in his mind and he bowed from the neck.

It was how a few nights later, as your maid was brushing your hair and loosely braiding it, a knock came to your door and a young page entered, suggesting it would be appropriate for you to visit the king. You could hear frustrated groans and sharp words coming from the royal quarters as you approached a few minutes later. 

The knight bowed at you as you walked past him and you expressed your gratitude with a small nod and smile. “The king is in quite a bit of pain, tonight,” the man informed you.

As you crossed the threshold, you were met by a pitiful sight. In a large copper tub placed in front of the fire, Aegon was sprawled over the rim, his lower half soaking in the water as the Maester was spreading some sort of ointment on the burn scars that ran across one of his shoulders and his upper back. 

The old man noticed you before your husband did, rising slowly and nodding at you in respect. 

“I was wondering if you required my company tonight,” you offered, ignoring the old man. Aegon startled slightly, looking up at you from under his furrowed brow. His face was flushed, sweat running down his temples.

“No,” he grunted with difficulty. He hissed as the Maester resumed his ministrations, and slapped his hand away sharply.

“You may leave, Maester,” you decided. “I will tend to the king.”

Blinded as he was by the pain, Aegon did not protest as you took the ointment from the old man’s hands and kneeled in front of the tub as the door closed, leaving the two of you alone. He panted and whined pitifully as you warmed the cream between your palms and spread them on his shoulder.

He rested his forehead on the rim of the tub, melting into your touch as you soothed the scars. The skin grew more supple under your palms as you pressed gently, loosening the tensions.

“What has gotten into you tonight?” he grunted after a long moment of silence.

“You have given me a daughter I cherish. I simply wish to show my gratitude,” you replied, and before he could protest or express any doubts about your intentions, you had reached for a nearby copper cup and dipped it into the war, wetting his hair. 

He leaned into your touch as you tilted his head, careful not to pour the water on the scars, as not to dilute the ointment. He mumbled something, gesturing to a cup on a nearby table. You smelled the strong tea, surely laced with liquor or another substance before you brought it to his lips. You watched as he swallowed a few sips, his eyelashes fluttering, casting shadows on his cheeks.

Putting the cup aside, you resumed your ministrations, washing his hair with a soap that smelled of oats and honey. Aegon had to admit you had gentler hands than the servants, and more patience than the whores he often called upon. You weren’t there for the gold in his purse, or for the insolent pleasure of having been in the king’s bed, and it comforted him slightly.

His mind hazy with the drink, he felt his cock harden slightly as you bent to reach the water in the tub, your chest coming closer to his face. He leaned into you, sighing as he nestled his face between your breasts, mouthing at you lazily through the cotton of your clothes. He chuckled softly as you unlaced your robe and pushed it off your shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor around your knees.

It wasn’t long before your upper body was soaked as Aegon clung to you, suckling at your breasts through the wet cotton, his burning pains forgotten in favor of the sweet comfort you provided. He didn’t bother to care about the water running down his limbs and onto the floor when he pushed himself from the tub. 

Your clothes stuck to his skin as he pressed fully against you, trying to pull them off as he led you to the bed. As your clothes came off, so did your apprehensions; for once you weren’t here by obligation or coercion, but for yourself. You allowed him to guide you, only reaching up to cradle his face again, as you pressed up against him, chasing his mouth, he melted into you. 

As you kissed him slowly but deeply, Aegon made a soft sound, almost like a whimper of longing. He went willingly as you pushed him on the bed, climbing after him, and as you shoved him onto the sheets, he looked up at you with a wild, dazed look. He wasted no time in pulling you against him, the tip of his cock parting your folds, one of his hands squeezing your breast.

You looked down at him, hesitating, but the triumphant feeling rising in you held too much power. Your lips stretched into a smile and you forced a sigh out of your mouth—you could not deny that the pressure on your sore breast was heavenly. Your sighs soon filled the room as you rocked atop him, and you gasped as he reached between your bodies and pressed on your pearl. 

It had been too long since you’d felt the sharp heat of a man focusing on your pleasure and you allowed yourself to take it. You reached down and cradled his face in your hands once more, moaning his name before you captured his mouth in a kiss. He groaned, pulling you into an embrace that betrayed the desperate feeling inside him.

It was easy to lose yourself in the rocking of his hips and the drag of his cock inside of you. You succumbed to the pull towards pleasure he looked pleased to supply. Night after night you lost yourself in his arms, pulling him under with you each time, and as the weeks passed, his cruelty lessened and was instead replaced with something gentler.

You could see how proud he was of his conquest, how triumphant at your surrender. You were tamed, back into the fold, under his influence—or so he believed, as men so easily trusted the sweet poison of a kiss or the heat of a cunt.

It was worth it, you decided. You traded the appearance of surrender for moments of fleeting pleasure and the safety of your brothers. You would be patient, meek and sweet, laying in wait. 

As he laid asleep with his head cradled against your chest one night, your fingers carding through his hair, you contemplated the future ahead. You had seen first-hand the influence of mothers and you knew you would be no exception—you would give Aegon a son, and behind closed doors the boy would learn from you. You would have your own victory. 

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Santa's Statistics Helper ¬ Michael Gavey

Plot - In the midst of the worst Christmas of your life, you meet an arrogant genius who takes pity on your inability to do statistics. Pairing - Michael Gavey x PsychologyStudent!Reader Notes/Warnings - As a psychology student who hates statistics, this was just based off how my boyfriend explains it to me. Michael is a bit of a sweetheart in this with streaks of arrogance. Not proofread so I apologise in advance if it is terrible Word Count - 1,943

Sunday the 10th of December

“As it helps identify the patterns, the correlation matrix is useful in psychological testing, economics, risk management, and statistics. Calculated as (x(i)-mean(x))*(y(i)-mean(y)) / ((x(i)-mean(x))2 * (y(i)-mean(y))2. This mode- Oh for fuck’s sakes!”

Slamming the monotone textbook of your nightmares closed and shoving it to the opposite side of the oaken table, you breathe a sigh of frustration. Four hours you’ve been trying, 240 minutes of your life spent in a lonely library struggling to grasp the difference between a correlation matrix and covariance matrix. If someone told you when you picked psychology that you’d be sacrificing your Christmas to study for some pathetic quantitative methodologies’ module, you would have switched your career pathway to dogwalker.

Unfortunately, you aren’t a bloody psychic so here you sit with red rimmed eyes, frizzing hair from repeatedly tugging at it, and longing for being home watching The Polar Express. A string of swears partnered with the shuffling of papers acted as your soundtrack for the next few minutes as you attempted to build back up your confidence.

“You made it this far; you can do this! Once this module is done, you can get a pint and burn your calculator.”

Just as you leant to grab the textbook, a voice broke through your bubble of academic frustration.

“Don’t think you’d get very far burning a calculator after a few pints, I’ve seen how you handle your alcohol.”

Jumping backwards in your chair, eyes frantically assessing the source of the teasing words. There he stood, Michael Gavey. You had only met him in once during Freshers, but after minimal contact with him, you understood that he looked down on your choice of degree. Mutterings of how it is a pointless degree for vapid girls who would become housewives or receptionists within years of graduation. Mousy hair that had no clear style, smudged glasses, and an oversized maroon jumper that made him appear wider than usual.

Perhaps it was your lack of sleep, but Michael Gavey seemed to be far better looking than before.

“What the fuck Gavey?! Could have given me a heart attack, and I know you are smart but you aren’t a bloody doctor.” Clutching your chest to emphasise the theatrics of your startled self, a small huff left your person with the final word.

With a soft chuckle, the lanky boy slid into the chair opposite before resting his judgmental eyes on your figure. Assessing your appearance as if you were one of his equations. Those denim blues flickering between you and the scattered papers filled with incorrect or half-complete statistical equations.

Moments passed in silence, and with each second you grew more agitated with the piercing gaze from the bespectacled boy. “What are you even doing here Gavey? Is Christmas too simple and mainstream for you to celebrate?”

“I would ask you the same question, but from what I recall you seem to embrace the simple. Or does that only apply to your choice in degree?”

That fleeting thought of attraction was zapped from the air as his words bit at your confidence. Usually, a quick-witted response would fall from your lips, but after days of struggling, it was difficult to view yourself as anything but a student heading towards failure.

It was clear to tell the atmosphere had shifted, a tense weight fell between the pair of you. Watching as his calculated smirk fell, understanding that perhaps his words might not have been appreciated in this moment.

“What do you want Michael? I’m too busy to be belittled today.”

“Well, I was planning on asking you to be quiet. I’ve had to listen to your ridiculous murmurings for the past 2 hours. Not to mention the constant echoing of you abusing those poor books.” Straightening himself in the padded wooden seat, attempting to appear unphased by how defeated your voice sounded.

Even though Michael would never admit to it, he always harboured a modest crush on you. He remembers the way you walked around the different Fresher events with such confidence, despite not knowing anyone prior to starting University. Eyes following your figure as you made the rounds before making your way to his table of one. That was when he messed up. Something about your presence made any semblance of a filter disappear, and the insults flew from his lips before he could bite the words down. All he could do was stare as that kind spark in your eyes faltered and you muttered a discouraged goodbye before walking away from his lonely table.

Since that day, he kept an eye out for you. Never once daring to speak again, but always glancing at your corner table during dinnertime just to catch a glimpse of that jubilant smile. Yes, he thought any subject outside of mathematics-based degrees were pointless to society. Although for some reason, he never wanted you to feel anything less for your choice of pathway. Everyone else on your course might be a half-wit, but not you. Never you.

Suddenly feeling sheepish, you make a move to pack away. “Oh, I apologise. Truthfully, I thought I was the only one who stayed back for Christmas break.”

Hand reaching across to grab the textbook currently resting before the boy, you were met halfway by a larger colder hand. “Don’t leave on my account, especially before I can explain to you the different applications of correlation matrixes.”

Rearranging the position of his chair to minimise the space between the both of you, as he fumbled through your plethora of mock questions and attempted answers. All whilst your mouth parted with puzzlement, leaving you to watch his movement with questioning eyes.

“Why in the world would you help me?”

“Figures it could balance out my karma for slagging your subject. Plus, I can’t sit here knowing you are desecrating maths and not intervene.”

And with the rippling sounds of the pages followed by the subtle knock of the textbook cover, the pair of you began an unlikely partnership.

Monday the 18th of December

The next seven days were spent in that secluded corner of the century-old building with Michael explaining statistical concepts in his velvety tones. At the start, he found it difficult to not mark his superiority or mock your questions that seemed elementary to him. Eventually, he grew to understand that you really did care about understanding the methods entirely, and that your questions spawned from craving knowledge rather than sheer stupidity. Awkward explanations turned into two-way conversations during study breaks, and silly jokes. If anyone were to enter the library, they would hear the duo of laughs ricochet off the walls of books. Perhaps they would think that two friends were sharing inside jokes, but if anyone saw the pair of you, they would see two fools infatuated with one another.

It was true, within the past week Michael’s crush only grew and you started to realise that Michael might be the unexpected highlight of university. Since Freshers, you felt drawn to him, and maybe at the start it was purely a physical attraction that was shut down by his mean-spirited comments. But this version of Michael, where he feels comfortable and lets down his arrogant guard, this is the boy that you wish you’d known from the beginning. Heart fluttering when he praises you, chest aching from giggles at his nerdy jokes, and fingertips lingering slightly too long on his veiny hand.

As the snow falls outside, the pair of you sat with only the sound of your nervous drumming and the scratch of Michael’s pen across your mock examination. Studying his side profile, getting lost in the way his lips purse with satisfaction when he ticks off a correct answer, if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was proud of you. Several moments trickled by in silence, waiting in anticipation to see whether the hours spent together had actually taught you anything. There was the unspoken discomfort of what happens next. If you had passed with flying colours, does that mean you and him go back to strangers? Could you pretend to be less than friends again with all these newfound feelings? Truthfully, part of you wished you failed so he would have to keep tutoring you.

“And you did it. Congratulations, you have officially conquered statistics.” Sliding across the paper marked 86% with a little smile into your expectant hands. Those stormy blues meeting yours to watch the excitement unfold.

“I did it? Oh my god, I did it!”

Waving the paper in the air before bringing it to your chest, eyes sparkling with happiness as the weight of failure floats off your shoulders. Michael could only match your exuberant smile, leaning his chiselled chin on the palm of his hand to watch the subject of his dreams glitter in front of him. He knew the doubts that clouded your judgement were bullshit. In his eyes you were almost as smart as him, only in a different way. Watching your seated celebrations as he commits the image to memory, with fear of today being the last day of closeness between you two. Michael half expected you to drop him after realising you understood the concepts. That you would finally recognise you are worth more than someone like him. Someone of a higher class, someone more muscular, someone who isn’t a social pariah.

Those thoughts were halted by the feel of your jumper-clad arms being thrown around his neck, drawing him close. Snapping out of his daydream just as you bridged the gap between your lush lips and his own. Michael felt you melt into him, arms softening in their hold but your lips still continuing the connection with passion. This kiss was all consuming, built up with each second of vulnerability shown throughout the moments together. He noted that you tasted like spearmint gum, and it perfectly complimented the constant chocolate that lurked on his tastebuds.

Somehow it felt like the pair of you were joined for eternity, feeling as if the cool of his lens would be ingrained on your skin. Reluctantly the two young students separated, faces flushed and chests heaving in a desperate attempt to fill your lungs. The realisation of your bold move flashed in your brain, panic arising in your stomach at all the possible scenarios that could happen next, but those fears settled as you saw the soft look hidden behind those glasses.

“Thank you, Michael. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

“Well, it does help that I’m a mathematical genius. But truthfully, I’ve enjoyed teaching you and would happily continue our study sessions.” Despite his clear words, Michael was still recovering from the shockwaves in his body from the taste of you on his lips. Mentally he was cringing at his entirely unromantic words, but all you did was smile.

“As much as I would like that, I’d prefer if our relationship went beyond studying? Perhaps we could go for a celebratory pint or get dinner together.” Awkwardly twiddling the hem of his sweater between your fingertips as you avoided his eyeline. “You know, like a date? Only if you would be happy with that, of course.”

“I’ve come to realise that if I was a correlation matrix, and you’d be the variable that’s highly correlated with my happiness. So yes, I’d love to take YOU on a date”

Laughter erupted in your belly at his cheesy line, and he fought the urge to pull in for another kiss. Instead, he chose to intertwine your warm hands with his. “A genius, a gentleman, a teacher, and now a comedian? You, Michael Gavey, are an adventure I can’t wait to explore.”

the best teacher

ʚ synopsis: Nanami finds out you've never had an orgasm and he's determiend to show you exactly how to do it

ʚ pairing: Kento Nanami x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, established relationship, inexperienced reader, he talks you through it, fingering, clit play, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, masturbation, protected sex, prone bone, rough sex, big dick Nanami, fluff

ʚ note: congrats @l0rdgeosupport3rr on winning my spur of the moment fic giveaway, i hope u enjoy <3

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"Are you nervous?" Nanami asked, his deep voice right against your ear seeping into your head and making your brain turn to mush. His hands dragging from your thighs to caressing your torso was quite distracting as he sat behind you, your back against his hard chest. You could feel his excitement poking you in your lower back, making you wonder how much he was holding back right now.

You had confessed to your boyfriend Nanami when a makeout session got a little hot and heavy, that you had actually never touched yourself. Well, not successfully anyway. It took everything in you not to cower away when he sat you down in front of him and made you explain exactly what you were having trouble with. You confessed you wanted to take things further with him, but you were nervous. Every time you touched yourself, you would bring yourself right up to the edge, but you could never manage to push yourself over the ledge and feel that bliss everyone always talked about. 

Nanami, the ever-loving boyfriend he was, generously offered to help you out. Nanami hadn't had many partners before you, but he did read romantic and erotic books in his free time and maybe went a little above and beyond in biology class when the topic of discussion was women's bodies. Kento never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable with his actions if he were ever to be intimate with someone, so he studied like hell to make sure that never happened. 

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. I'm gonna walk you through it okay? Just leave everything to me, all you gotta do is relax and pay attention." Nanami whispered against your ear, his reassuring words making your body relax and melt against his. "Good girl." He praised when he felt your shoulders go slack against him. Nanami continued to rub his hands up and down your soft thighs, one hand caressed your stomach and hips and the other crept up your skin to squeeze your breast through your bra, making you bite back a moan on instinct.

Nanami noticed you holding back your sounds, and dragged his other hand to massage both breasts now, squishing them together and kneading them in his large palms. You rolled your head to the side and tucked your face in Nanami's neck, pressing your thighs together as the stimulation sent jolts of your head to the bundle of nerves between your thighs. 

"You don't have to hold back your voice with me. You can be as loud as you want, just let it out. I know it feels good." Nanami praised, crossing his hands over your chest and sliding his right hand under the cup of your left breast, and his left hand under your right one. Nanami felt his cock twitch when you released little gasps and moans into his neck, your breath tickling his skin. 

He resisted the urge to fuck his hips against your ass, not wanting you to think he was trying to rush you. The older man found your hardened buds under your bra and pinched them softly, rubbing and twirling them with his fingers. Both of your hands shot up to grab his thick wrists for comfort as you squirmed against him, rubbing your thighs together to bring yourself some relief. 

"Does that feel good, honey?" Nanami asked, looking down at you from under his lashes. He couldn't see your face, as you were still hiding it in the crook of his neck, but your noises and the way you nodded rapidly agaisnt him were good enough. "Does your cunt ache?" Nanami asked, licking his lips as he watched you hump against your thighs. "Mhm." You responded, your body jolting and shaking against his as he rubbed your nipples expertly with his large fingers. 

"Good, you should always warm your body up first before you touch yourself. Don't rush, get excited. Wait until you can feel yourself dripping." Nanami instructed, his vulgar words making you want to shy away from him even more. "I need to know you're listening. Do you understand?" He asked, pausing his ministrations until you gave him a proper answer so he knew his teachings would not be in vain. 

"Yes." You whispered against him, making Nanami crack an almost unnoticeable smile at your bashfulness. "I'm gonna rub your pussy over your panties now," Nanami warned you, waiting for a nod of understanding before he pulled one of his hands out from your bra and started dragging it down your body. He flipped his hand and just barely ghosted his fingertips down your body, dragging them down your skin as he made his way to your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

Little gasps and choked breaths from you made him pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to restrain himself. "Part your legs for me, please," Nanami asked sweetly, waiting until your legs were spread before he hooked his legs over yours, making it so that if the stimulation got too much, you couldn't snap your legs on his hand while he got you off. "H-haah.." Your breathing seemed so loud in the now suddenly quiet room and Nanami did the same motion he did down your body, just teasing his fingers over your knees and down to your sensitive inner thighs.

"Kento..." You whined breathlessly, rocking your hips into the air out of impatience. Nanami's resolve faltered for a moment when your ass started grinding back on his cock, giving him the perfect stimulation. His eyes rolled back in his head as he lost himself for a moment, relishing in the pleasure. "You want me to touch your pussy?" He teased, his voice deeper and more aroused sounding than before as his lips tickled over your ear. 

You slightly leaned your head away from him, exposing a bit of your neck and the side of your face to his lips. Kento pressed a featherlight kiss to your ear, making goosebumps raise over your arms before he spread his fingers like a V and teased them around your cunt. He let out a sigh with you, his cock twitching when your hands squeezed his wrist that held your tit tighter.

"Please Ken, I need it." You begged, spreading your legs further to emphasize your words. You couldn't take your eyes off his hand that teased over your pussy, not yet touching you where you needed him the most. Kento massaged your breast in circles, using the fat to calm himself down when he felt a bead of pre-cum leak from his aching dick into his boxers. 

"Is this what you need?" He whispered sensually against the shell of your ear as he pressed his thick middle finger along the center of your pussy, dragging it against your clit, down to your needy hole, which had now soaked your panties with your juices. You let out a gasp and tipped your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck as your eyes fell shut in bliss. 

"This spot here is important," Nanami spoke between kisses against your throat, his eyes half closed in bliss. He tapped his thick middle finger against your clit, before he pressed down on it and started rubbing it in circles. "Oh fuck-" You gaped, your chest inflating as you sucked a deep breath into your lungs. "You need to touch your clit like this if you want to cum." Nanami instructed, making sure you were nodding after every sentence he spoke.

"Uh-huh, u-u-huh." You moaned, nodding dumbly as you relished in the feeling of Kento touching you through your panties, your greedy hole clenching around nothing at his touch. "How do you touch yourself? You said you have trouble finishing, are you touching your clit like this?" Nanami asked, making your face rush with blood. Your cheeks felt hot as you opened your eyes and looked between your legs. Nanami watched you watch him from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to speak. 

"Y-yeah." You tried to speak, your voice coming out breathier and more stuttered than you thought it would. "It gets really i-intense the closer I get to..." You trailed off, darting your eyes to the side of the room. Nanami raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers faster over your clothed clit, his cock throbbing when your voice hitched and your moans raised in volume. "You can say it. It gets intense before you orgasm, right? That's why you can't finish, your body goes rigid, doesn't it?" Nanami said, hitting the nail right on the head. 

You nodded at his words, taking a moment to greedily take air into your lungs when Nanami ceased his rubbing and nonchalantly started sliding his fingers underneath your panties. "Y-yeah, f-fuuuck." You began to speak again when your words were cut short as Nanami started rubbing his bare fingers against your hot, wet clit. It felt ten thousand times better than him teasing you through your panties.

"It feels so much better after teasing yourself right? Your body is worked up and ready for more, it's aching for it. You nodded, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you whined into the room, your moans echoing off the walls. You were unable to stop your hips from jerking into his hand when he started rubbing your clit with two fingers more rapidly.

"I-its you," You gasped, your nails digging into his thick wrist that held your tit. Nanami cocked his head in confusion, waiting for you to elaborate. "Y-you, it feels good b-because it's you," Nanami swears at that moment his brain short circuits as he fights every neuron in his body to not send signals to his dick to cream his pants right now. "You really..." Nanami trails off as he slides his hand out from your bra and grabs your neck, tipping your head to look up at him.

His lips collide with yours in a passionate, needy kiss. His lips move quickly, wasting no time before his tongue was mingling with your own, making your already needy pussy throb for more. "Gonna put my fingers in." He moaned between kisses, his eyebrows furrowing when your humping got more needy, and your ass rubbed his cock just right from behind. 

Your lips separated from his own with a gasp as he slid a finger down to your tight, sopping entrance and pressed it in. Both of you moaned in tandem when he slowly slid his finger in till the base of his finger was pressed against your entrance. "I'm gonna need you to put what you learned to use for me sweetheart, can you do that?" Kento asked, releasing the hold he had on your neck, settling just to rest his hand on your throat. You nodded at him, feeling yourself pulse and squeeze around his thick finger that stayed still inside you.

"Go ahead and rub your clit for me, small circles, just like I did." He instructed. You reached your shaky hand into your panties with his own and found your clit which was already wet with your juices from Nanami's previous touches. "Good girl." Nanami praised you as you followed his instructions. The second you started moving, Nanami did do. "A-ahhh-" Moan after moan fell from your lips when Nanami started curling his finger inside you and thrusting at the same time, sending intense shocks all throughout your body.

"This is your g-spot, some people can cum just from touching this spot here, but most of them need clitoral stimulation as well," Nanami said. You did your best to nod along with his words and listen in general, but the stimulation was so intense, it was making your head spin. "Ah ah, keep moving your finger." Kento tsked, slowing down his own when he saw how lazy and slow your fingers got while rubbing against your clit. It wasn't your fault he was making your body go slack. 

"We have plenty of time to figure out if you can cum just from penetration another day." Nanami voices, pressing his soft lips against your cheek in a kiss. "Right now I'm focused on bringing you to orgasm." The way in which Nanami so causally talked about these things made you dizzy. Sex and things of the like were usually taboo and embarrassing to talk about, but not to Nanami, and he was determined to make you feel the same way about it.

"I'm gonna add another finger okay?" Kento asked, slowing down his thrusting inside you. "Yeah, uh-huh." You responded, half listening to his words. Nanami smiled to himself as he watched your eyes fall shut, your finger now rapidly rubbing circles against your clit shamelessly as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Nanami pulled the first finger out and slowly reinserted it with a second one. He spread his fingers a bit as he slid them inside your warm walls, trying to stretch you out so you were able to take something bigger later on.

You winced in discomfort when he scissored his fingers inside you, but that discomfort soon diminished when he curled his fingers against that same spongey spot against your walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. "H-harder, Ken fuck me harder." The man behind you was unable to suppress the groan that slipped between his lips from your shameless words, his hips canting against your ass, rubbing his cock against the inside of his boxers at your shameless words. 

"For a virgin, you're surprisingly needy. You sure you haven't done this before? Did you just want me to baby you?" Kento teased, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. Moan after wonton moan spilled from your lips, your body thrashing and jolting against his as the pleasure from your g-spot and clit combined to form a ball inside your stomach. "N-no, I haven't I- promise." You stuttered out, gasps and whines cutting you off as you got closer and closer to the edge. 

"I'm teasing, sweetheart. You are close though aren't you?" He asked, noticing how your pussy clenched around his fingers more frequently. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna orgasm all over my fingers?" Nanami groaned, the squelching from your sopping cunt going straight to his neglected dick. "F-fuck yes, I- I think so y-yes." You cried, thrashing your head from side to side agaisnt his chest.

Your hand that still held his hand against your throat squeezed tightly. He noticed your fingers slow down on your clit at the same time, a telltale sign that you were close. Nanami had a feeling you needed both clitoral stimulation and penetration to get you to reach your high, and he was determined to make you finish. "Doing so well my love, keep rubbing your clit, you can't stop, okay? I know you can do it, almost there." Nanami's reassuring words helped you focus on putting all your strength into your finger that rubbed back and forth agaisnt your clit.

Suddenly, your chin was being pushed up and Nanami's lips connected with yours in a sloppy kiss once more. Kento groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your pussy constricting his fingers. His wrist started to ache from curling his fingers against your tight walls so repetitively, but he knew if he stopped, you wouldn't cum. Your desperate whines and moans against his lips aided in fueling his tired wrist to continue on and finish you off.

"Kento- I'm- I'm cumming-" You whined high pitched against his lips, your legs shaking as they fought to push against his own that held yours open. It was getting harder and harder to kiss him back as your body went ridged, your mouth opening in a wide O, and your eyes rolling back in your head. "That's it, right there, yeah-" Nanami's own jaw dropped and he watched with awe as your body convulsed with pleasure.

He moaned with you as if he was cumming himself, his body curling forward with yours as you came, your legs shaking and cunt trambling around his fingers. Your own hand had stopped rubbing your clit, just resting against it as you came, no longer having the strength to touch yourself as you orgasm for the first time. Nanami continued curling his fingers against your g-spot until the spasms had stopped and you slapped his wrist with your hand, letting him know it was getting to be too intense. 

"Fuck- fuck-" You gasped, your body stayed curled over yourself as Nanami leaned back, separating his chest from your back. The sound of a zipper followed by rustling, then skin rubbing on skin brought you down from your high completely. When you tried to turn around, Nanami pushed your upper back down again, forcing you to stay bent over like you were. You could hear his heavy breathing and gasps from behind you. You knew exactly what he was doing. 

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and spun around, sitting on your knees between Nanami's thighs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you did so well." Nanami praised, looking into your eyes as he stroked himself off. Your eyes trailed down to his thick cock, and you gasped in awe at the size of his cock and how wet and flushed it was. He must've been really holding back. 

Nanami's large hand caressing the side of your face brought your attention back to his eyes, away from the mess that was between his legs. "Don't worry, I'm almost done. Just couldn't take it anymore." Nanami rushed through his words, obviously drunk off your orgasm. Your heart was racing out of your chest. You wanted to help him but you had no idea how to. It seemed unfair for you to get off with his help and not give him the same treatment in return.

A moment of confidence washed over you, and you reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him from touching himself. "Sweetheart really, I'm almost there, it's oka-" "Use my pussy." Your words hit Nanami like a freight train. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He squeezed the base of his cock tightly to prevent himself from busting a nut all over himself right then in there from your words alone. 

"What?" Nanami asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. "You can fuck me." You said again, nodding at him. "You... you stretched me out, right? I can take it." Nanami swallowed hard and pulled his lip between his teeth, his head knocking back against the pillows for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He didn't want to pressure you into doing something you weren't ready for, although you seemed to really want it. 

Nanami released his cock and cradled your face with both hands, making you look into his eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked, summiting to the idea surprisingly quickly, you were expecting a little more pushback. "I'm sure." You nodded, placing your hands over his own that held your face. Nanami's cock twitched, bobbing heavily between his legs in the open air, hastily pulled out from his boxers and pants. "Then... please lay flat on the bed with your stomach against the sheets.

Your heart raced as you listened to Nanami rip the condom package open behind you. The pillow he stuffed under your hips before you laid down was putting a nice pressure on your pelvis, making you squirm in anticipation. A large hand pressing into the sheets by your head brought you back to reality. You saw the shadow of Nanami's much larger figure behind yours as he hovered over your body, stroking his cock over your ass.

"Keep your thighs together, you can even cross your ankles over one another, I read that feels good for some women." You felt like cumming already. Nanami's show of intelligence about the female body made you want to scream, but you settled on nodding, wrapping your arms around the pillow under your head for support as you let out a noise of understanding. 

"If it becomes too much or you need to stop at any point, let me know," Nanami instructed, waiting until he heard a verbal answer from you before he readied himself. Nanami took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, reminding himself not to get carried away or be too hard with you. "Okay, relax for me," Nanami instructed. His large hand gripped your thigh to pull your ass to the side so he could get a better view of your pussy from the back as he prepared himself to put it in. 

"Nanami, I can take it. I'm not going to break." You whispered into the pillow, words Nanami made sure not to miss. You closed your eyes when you felt Nanami's chest tickle against your back. A kiss was pressed against your temple, making you shut your eyes as the kiss was lasting. "Thank you, sweetheart. You always take such good care of me." Nanami whispered into your ear as he rubbed his cock agaisnt your hole.

You felt a heat rush over your skin at the feeling of his hard cock touching your cunt. It felt weird, hot, hotter than you imagined. Nanami gripped his cock hard at the base and pressed his fat tip against your hole, thrusting his hips forward against your ass slowly as he inserted his cock inside you. The two of you gasped in tandem when his tip penetrated your walls and his cock split you open.

Nanami watched as your eyes rolled back in your head, your pussy clenching and squeezing mercilessly around him. "Please, r-relax your cunt honey, I can't get inside you if you're like this," Nanami begged, feeling his orgasm build up inside himself already. It had been a while since he last got laid... a long while, he knew he wasn't going to last long, but neither were you, so it would work out perfectly. 

"It's not me- y-you're so big." You whined, trying to relax your cunt around him but it didn't seem to do anything at all. Nanami bit his lip at your words and dropped his chin to look at where the two of you were connected, his cock throbbing against your walls at the sight of your tiny cunt sucking him in perfectly. "Yeah? My cock is big?" Nanami teased, his voice deep and raspy as he fully pressed his hips flush against your ass, smiling to himself when you tried to scoot your body up on the bed, trying to escape how deep he was inside you.

"Y-yeah, fuck-" You whined, crossing your ankles over one another. Your clit was being stimulated between your thighs, bringing you the perfect relief as Kento slowly thrust his cock in and out of you. "Can you feel how deep it is inside you?" He asked, emphasizing his words with a mean, hard thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. The way you were squeezing your thighs together made the stimulation and pleasure on his end ten times more intense, as each time he pulled out, his cock was still being squeezed by your ass and thighs pressed together. 

"'S so deep-" You whined, your eyes rolling back in your head. Nanami's resolve snapped at that moment. You sounded so fucked out and horny, he was unable to stop [ his hips from moving into yours. He quickly found a pace as he thrust his cock inside you, your pussy squelching with every thrust. Each time he fucked his cock inside your walls, it felt like your intestines had to expand to make room for his girth, but it was all rewarded each time he rammed his hard cockhead into your sweet spot so deep inside you.

"Oh god, right there!" You cried, your body jolting when Kento angled his hips in a way that allowed him to slap his cock into the most sensitive part of you with each thrust. Nanami placed his other hand by your head, allowing him more momentum to fuck into you as he was in a steadier position. "Yeah, right here? Is this your sweet spot?" Nanami cooed, feeling his balls throb with the need to fill you up with each thrust.

You nodded dumbly, drool dribbling out of your mouth and onto the pillow from how lax your mouth was. Nanami wanted to kiss you so bad, but he didnt want to move too much and jeopardize the position he was in right now, as he was fucking into you just right. "Do you need me to play with your clit?" Nanami offered, feeling his orgasm creep up on him faster than he expected, even though he knew he wasn't going to last.

"N-no, I'm gonna f-finish like this." You cried, tensing your pelvis and abs as you felt your own high grow closer and closer. Nanami nodded at your words, his eyes darting between your ass that ripped with each thrust and your eyes that rolled back in your head each time he pounded you. Nanami brought his hips back enough to where his cock was almost completely pulled out of you, just his tip remaining inside your walls before he slammed his hips agaisnt your ass, shoving his entire length inside your cunt.

You were unable to speak as your high washed over you unexpectedly like a freight train. Your entire body went tense, and your cunt squeezed impossibly tighter around Nanami's cock like a vice, making him stutter in his thrusts as you came all over his cock. "Oh god-" Nanami groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head and his head dangling limply in front of him as your pussy pulsed rhythmically around him. 

"I'm cumming, c-cumming-" Nanami did his best to warn you before he finished, but his orgasm caught him off guard much like your own, so he was only able to groan out a small warning before wonton groans and moans were spilling from his lips and his cock shot hot ropes of his seed into the condom. Nanami's body jerked and his abs clenched as he came, hard.

His hips stilled against your own, just twitching and jerking as he came inside you. You could feel his cock kick and throb as he filled up the condom, the warmth from his seed burning your walls and warming you up from the inside out. Kento hissed as he pulled out of your tight cunt, apologizing when you made a sound of discomfort as well. You forced your tired body to roll over to the side to look at Nanami.

The man looked disheveled and exhausted. A deep blush spread across his face and down under the V of his collared shirt, his hair was ruffled and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He looked so focused as he slid the used condom off his softening cock, letting the heavy appendage fall against his thigh as he tied it in a knot and placed it on the edge of the bed for himself to throw away later. 

He found your eyes once he was finished, a smile gracing his features as he tucked his cock back in his boxers and crawled over to you, wrapping you in his embrace. He rested his head on your chest as you cradled his head with your arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. "You did so well for me, made me feel so good sweetheart, I'm so proud of you." 

You nuzzled your head against Kento's, feeling your heart swell. "Thank you for trusting me." You said, referring to when you told him you were ready and you could take it. Kento lifted his head and leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips. "Of course my love." He responded. "I need to clean you up soon, but I understand if you need a minute to recover," Nanami said, laying his head back down on your chest.

Although he felt sleepy, he knew he had to fully take care of you first before he let himself drift off. You just lost your virginity and just had an orgasm, you were bound to be a little emotional and more fragile right now. "A few more minutes." You replied, feeling your body melt under the comforting weight of him. You felt so loved and protected as he laid on top of you, pressing kisses to your chest and collarbones.

EWAN MITCHELL as AEMOND TARGARYEN House of the Dragon S2E3 - "The Burning Mill"