It’s A Creed

↳ Din and the Silhouette Challenge. x 

Put your head on my shoulder…

bowen out here living my dream.

laid bare

word count: 6k+

warnings: smut (18+ only istg): din is a switch, you heard it here first, oral (m!receiving), piv sex, a singular spank. also: spoilers but helmetless!din; brief injury and blood; me mentioning the crest despite the crest being dead (rip); language; x fem!reader

a/n: this fic means a lot to me for some peculiar reason, and i think part of the reason it took so long is because i labored over every. single. word. there’s lots of sweetness up front and then it just descends into rampant filth. let me know what you think! xoxo!

You know his body better than you know your own. When he comes to you in the night, seeking your heat, he finds you pliant and willing. In those moments—those sacred, sublime moments—you map his body with your palms. You know every rise and ridge, every scar and divot. If given the proper materials, you could sketch his form to an exact likeness. All save one key aspect. 

His face. 

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Don’t make me regret this.

All For You

So, this idea kinda came about from a dream I had last night and felt like it was appropriate to share. Please ignore the opening, I really just wanted to rush into the smutness

Summary: Din want to be out of control entirely and only trusts you to do it with him

Rating: Explicit, PinV, Sub!Din, Slight degrading talk, lots of smut, Edge play (let me know if I miss anything), Rope play

Pairing: Din Djarin x You

"You sure you want this, Din?”

You ask, drying the last dish in the kitchen of the Razorcrest.

“I need to let go...I have to let go,” he looks up at you with pleading eyes, “I want to be able to love you properly and I can’t unless I give up control.”

“You already love me plenty, baby.”

“I want to love you wholly, please.”

You kiss him softly, “I will do anything for you, Din Djarin.”

****

This evening, Din is bound to his cot, blindfold over his eyes. You have spent all evening running your hands softly over his hard scared body. Admiring every cut, every dip. Din clenches his fists and tries to arch up into your hands. You smirk as you lean on him, your soft breasts pressing into his heaving chest.

“What do you want, my sweet boy?” you coo, as you trail gentle kisses along his jaw, down his neck, “Use your words.”

Din is gasping, his senses enhanced due to the blindfolded him. You take notice of the goosebumps crawling across his skin. “Please, I need to feel more,” he whines.

“Because you asked so nicely,” you lie against him, intertwining your legs with his as you moan on the contact. “Like this?”

Din tries to move his arms out of the binding “I want to feel you,” he begs, “Please.” Hearing the Mandalorian begging beneath you awakens something in you you never felt before, a feeling of power and lust all combined into one.

You cup Din’s cheek lovingly, “Oh Din, I am not even close to being done playing with you.”

He tries to press his cheek into your warm hand, basking in the moment. You have other ideas though as you drag your body across his and down to between his thick muscular legs.

His cock is splayed out on his stomach, cum streaking over his torso as it twitches, begging to be used. You lean down, as you first take notice of how helpless Din looks, unable to see you, unable to touch you.

Your breath hot is against his weeping member, your mouth almost grazing along his soft skin, “If only you could see yourself baby,” you take a long lick along the underside of his shaft, “You look so fucking perfect,” you take his head in his mouth, purple and angry as it is now leaking with precum, you moan at the salt tasty that is uniquely his. You hear him gasp your name as he throws his hip forward, your mouth immediately off of him.

“What did I say?” you scowl as you lazily pump his cock. You see Din clench and un-clench his hands, as he bit his lower lip, arching his head pack. Fuck he was a pretty sight, you felt the heat pool at your centre as your wet cunt drips down your thighs.

“That, t-that you’re in charge,” he heaves. Din could feel the softness of your hands as you gripped around him, his cock wet with your saliva and his precum. He tries to picture you, naked in between his thighs with that beautiful smile of yours.

“Mesh’la….” he groans.

“Your pet names won’t work tonight,” with one hand splayed on his torso to hold him down, you envelope his cock in your mouth again. You notice the way he tightens his hips as his legs shake trying to stay still. You casually run your other hand again underneath cupping the heavy weight of his balls, you let out a shameful high pitched groan, reminding yourself the fullness you feel every time he finishes inside of you.

Din is ensnared by pleasure as he shakes his head from side to side, the blindfold damp from sweat and tears that fell from being left on edge for so long. The way you roll him between the palm of your hands, tugging, squeezing just the right way. He had initially been shocked by your actions as your intimate moments together before had been very vanilla so they would say but he knew you had been respecting his boundaries. Now giving you full control his brain’s wiring became askew as he can no longer tell what time of day it was anymore or if it was truly you and that it was really happening.

“F-fuck, such a good cock slut,” he freezes ,immediately like had been blasted with ice. You quickly moves from his hips and lay your thighs around his upper torso. You grip Din’s hair,

“What did you call me?”you hiss, resting your forehead against his, the grip on him still strong.

“I’m sorry-I didn’t-”

“Didn’t think I’d hear? Didn’t think I wouldn’t let this slide?” Pulling his hair back and exposing his thick neck, you run soft kisses down his clenched muscles, “The only reason you feel good, is because I am making you feel good. This is what you wanted, no? To have no control.”

“Please,” his voice, strained and pathetic, “I need...cunt.”

You giggle a little as he incoherently mumbled, his begging on repeat.

You run your nails lightly over him, noticing every scar that glistens across his taught body. “Such a dirty Mandalorian, having only pussy on your mind. I am lucky to have such a dirty Mandalorian to play with.” with one hand, you pump two fingers into you, they slide in easily as you mewl, pumping them until they are nice and slick.

“You want my cunt so badly,” you bring your fingers to his lips. He recognizes your smell instantly “Suck.” you order.

Din bobs,his head immediately, wrapping his lips around your fingers, you cry out loudly as you feel his hot tongue swirl around your digits, making sure every part of your pussy soaked fingers were licked clean. You had never had anyone suck your fingers before but it instantly went to the top of ‘Things I will Definitely Try Again List.’ His tongue feels so soft in comparison to the strong man before you. He sucks in his cheeks, trying to pull more of you in.

“There is my good boy,” you whisper as your other hand goes to play with your nipples. You wish it was Din’s hands instead of yours but you took what you could give yourself. “So quiet now, that wasn’t so hard?”

Din tries to respond but your fingers were still deep in his mouth. You remove them with a loud pop as you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

“I am feeling really empty, Din,” you say between kisses. “I am dripping and I am so empty it hurts.”

You feel his warm breath fanning your face as you continue your soft kisses, “What should I do about it?” Do I stuff myself or,” you reach back to grab his cock that was against his stomach, “Or with this?”

“That! My cock, please! I can’t take it anymore,”

Lifting yourself off of him, he can no longer feel you, even with his heightened senses he couldn’t hear anything of the hum of the ship. He calls your name a few times but gets no answer,

“This isn’t funny! Where are …..”his words die the moment as they leave his mouth as you suddenly impale yourself on his member. Something breaks you as you sit there, looking down you see yourself stretched around him, the throb of his cock, pulsing waves of pleasure up your body. You grind slowly against him, a snail like pace. You dip your hips down to take him fully and then roll over his cock just until the tip is engulfed in your warmth. You do this slowly a few times until you snap. Holding onto his shoulders you begin to roughly ride him,

“Oh Din, your cock feels amazing. And it is all for me,” you croak, as you slam yourself back onto him, your thrusts becoming erratic as you grind up against him, leaving a wet trail behind as you try to control your impending orgasm.

“Maybe I will leave you like this on long hauls between work, what do you think? Do you want to be my little play thing?”

Din has missed your warmth, the hug of your core, the sweet hot warmth that drove him crazy. He could never want anyone else. “Anything,” he breaths, “I’ll be anything you want me to be, as long as you’ll have me.”

You pause for a moment, slightly surprised by his words, you let out a pitiful wail as you as lose all pattern of your thrusts, your clit brushing up against his soft short hairs as you scream his name, your hands gripping his chest as you fall apart around him, “Din..that’s oh fuck!”

Din nearly comes from the feeling of you shuddering around him, the noises you make as you fuck yourself on him are so obsence and filthy and they are all because of him. You collapse onto his glowing body, your breathing ragged as you feel your entire body pulse in tune with Din’s cock that is twitching inside of you.

You feel like a goddess from the earth shattering orgasm to the way Din’s cocks swell and weeps for you and the absolute control you currently were in.

Din cries your name, as he motions his hips, “Please…”

You sit back up on your knees, your legs jello as you rest your full weight on your palms on his chest, “What do you want, Din?” you tease, “I got what I wanted, what else do you think needs to be done?”

Din groans and pulls even harder at the ties, his wrists raw from the friction. You grab his cock, rubbing your soaked slit against him, “You want this?” you grab his balls, “You want to be inside me, filling up this pussy?”

Din can no longer handle it, “B-blaster!”

You let go of him immediately as you go to untie him, “Sweetie,” you call for him, as you untie his other hand, helping him remove the blind fold. He sits up for you, as you are now in his lap, running your hands along his tear streaked face.

“Are you ok? I am so sorry. Oh, Din…”

Din grabs your hands, leaning to catch your lips. “You were absolutely perfect,” he murmurs as you stare into dark hazel eyes, glistening with tears, “Thank you.”

You feel the tears starting to swell for you as well, as you wrap your arms around him,

“I don’t think we are done here though,”

You smirk, as you feel him grab your hips, “I do believe it is my turn, pretty gurl,” as he slams you back onto his cock. Oh fuck! Even with the previous orgasm and how wet you are the stretch still stings.

“You’ve had your fun, now it is mine.”

He rolls you onto your back, bringing your knees to your chest. You cry out loudly, gripping his hair, as he slams un-forgivingly into you. “Fuck this pussy takes me so well,” he moans as he nips at your breasts, “Cant wait to fill it up again and again,”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits that sweet spot that you can never quite reach. Din admires the view of you completely helpless, he clamps a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly, “Don’t think I am no longer in control sweetie, I let you play with me.” He kisses you disgustingly, a hot mess of teeth and tongue, “And now it is time I play with you.”

Your gasp is hollow as he tightens a bit more, your body trying to take in oxygen as you lose your breath with every motion Din gives you. The all too familiar heat starts to pool at your centre, “Din!” you gasp.

“Cum around me sweetie, remind me how much you love my cock.” You let out a strangle cry as he grabs your lips with his, muffling your cries. Pulling back, he kisses your tears, “Are you ready to take me?”

You nod rapidly, “Please, fuck baby, please. Harder!” Din’s orgasm approaches faster than he expects as he curses your name, ramming his cock deep into you as he pumps his cum into you.

“That’s my good little cum slut,” he coos, as he thrusts shallowly into you, you yelp at the sensitivity and nasty words.

When he finally finishes, he lies on top of you. Both of you silent except for your respective heavy breaths. Din slowly slides out of you as you wince a little.

“Too much?”

You shake your head, pulling him into a kiss. “I am sorry if I was too much,”

Din kissed your nose, “It was fine baby...I just really wanted to touch you and feel you.”

Your heart swells, “You’re such a softy,” you tease, snuggling into his chest.

Din laughs, “It is only because of you, mesh’la.” He strokes your hair, watching you already start to fall asleep.

“I know, it is one of the reasons you love me,” you yawn, throwing the blanket onto both of you.

Din lowers the lights down as he adjusts so you won’t get a sore neck, “You have no idea how many ways I love you.”

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Grogu snuggling into his father’s side.

One Hell of a Bargain

Summary: Din Darin is a bounty hunter of souls and was tasked of bringing you in...well cold. Something happens where two make a bargain. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this bargain would have serious consequences, dragging you into Din's world deeper than you imagined

Warning: Slight Boba x Din, mentions of death and description of car crash victims, nsfw in further chapters 😘

Hello everyone, so I came up with this idea with @ahoeformando along with some sexy professor Boba stories. This is super AU so please be nice. This has been sitting in my draft folder for two days cause I was so nervous 😂. Let me know what you think!

“Din, I have a new job for you,” Boba purred as he stroked, Din’s hair. Why he decided to keep his messy locks was beyond him. Din groaned and buried his face in his chest, acting as if he didn’t hear him.

“Don’t I do enough keeping the foundlings at bay and training the new warriors?”

Boba laughed, “You do, but her highness has personally requested you for this hunt. She is worried you are getting rusty.”

“I’ll show her rusty,” he mumbled as he rolled over onto his back next to Boba, “Fine.”

“I should warn you that things have changed quite a bit since you were last up there,”

“It’s only been 75 years, how much could have really changed?”

“You’d be surprised. Somehow these mortals have become more advanced and even more efficient in getting themselves killed. You might learn a new thing or two.”

Din sat up, removing himself from Boba’s warmth. He lazily put his pants back on and buttoned up his shirt. Running his hand through his locks, he looked over to Boba. He looked slightly older than Din; not that age meant anything to them. His wide frame took over most of the bed that he had shared with him. He was currently, casually leaning against the headboard, the sheets thrown lazily at his waist which left little room for imagination.

“Aren’t you coming, too?”

“I am not needed, it is just you, little one.”

“For someone who is so well respected with our queen, you really are lazy.”

“It is because I am so respected that I can be lazy,” Boba teased, “If you stick around with me, maybe you too can be so lucky.”

Din chuckled as he bent down to Boba, “Why do you think I really keep coming to see you?” planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Boba lightly smacked him, but didn’t pull away, “Don’t push your luck to today, kid.”

Din planted one last kiss as he strolled out of Boba’s room, making his way to the main hall to meet with his boss.

*****

“Come on, it is just a little drive it’ll be fun.”

You looked up, nervously chewing your bottom limp. Your boyfriend, Steve, of just over a year nudged your shoulder, “You’ve seen him do it a ton of times. It is perfectly safe.”

You stared at both boys, Steve and Eric. Both in their early twenties, you had just turned 19 and had hit a slight rebellious streak. Your parents hadn’t initially approved of you dating so quickly outside of highschool but you kept up with your marks and extra activities that they deemed it ok.

“Fine, but only for like a minute and then we go get ice cream like you promised.” you playfully pouted as you crossed your arms.

Steve laughed as he ruffled your hair, "Deal,"

You walked over hesitantly to the car. Dawned in an obnoxious yellow, the Subaru logo was blacked out. The interior was stripped to the bare minimum.

"Less weight, easier to corner." Eric had explained to you. He was a rookie track driver and was finding any excuse to talk about his car.

You sighed as you opened the back door, sliding into the back seat and buckled your seat belt immediately.

The two boys sat in front as Eric started the engine. You winced when you heard the exhaust choking slightly, you grimaced when you smelt the fumes wafting in the backseat. Eric has clearly done most of the work himself. You gripped onto the edge of your sit as you all steered out of the parking lot.

It was late in the evening, past rush hour but due to it being a weekend, there were more cars than usual.

“Umm, can’t we just give this a try in an empty parking lot?” you asked nervously, gripping the door handle, not sure what it would do.

Eric grinned at you looking back in the rear view mirror, “Don’t worry, Doll. This is a super light night”

You stifled a scream as he hit a sharp corner, bumping your head slightly on the window.

“Pft, 40 miles, this corner can totally take more.” you heard Eric casually tell you.

You gripped the seat, knuckles turning white. You tried to keep you breathing calm as the car swerved in and out of traffic. The sound of car sirens being deafened by the blood rushing to your head. You noticed another car pulling up beside yours, the same loud roar and the same stupid stickers.

"About time, now the fun can start," cheered your boyfriend.

"What?! You said this was going to be short!"

"Man you were right Steve, she is too uptight. You need to get laid, doll." Eric retorted.

Fear was replaced by anger as you banged on the headrest that your boyfriend was leaning his head on.

"I want out. Now! This isn't fucking funny!" you screamed as the car downshifted and pulled around a corner hard, throwing you back onto the seat.

“Oh shit the cops!” you felt Eric slam on the breaks, hard and the car started to reverse, “I can’t get caught again man, they already have my license,”

“They have your what?!” you yelled, looking frantically for some reassurance from your boyfriend but clearly got none.

You covered your eyes as he started to drive against traffic, begging for them to stop, to let you out, to just let the cops arrest them. You heard the sharp slamming of breaks and loud honks from the other cars as they swerved out of the way.

“Yoh man! Look out, she isn’t moving. Go left, left!”

That was the last thing you heard before your mind went blank.

**********

Din walked down the dimly lit hall. The torches flickered and danced along the reflection of the tiles. It was quiet today, as Din heard the echo of his footsteps. Usually it was bustling with other Mandalorians but as Boba said, it had been busy.

Approaching the large oak doors, Din heard a ‘Come in’ before he could even reach his hand to knock.

Din opened the heavy doors as welcomed to a site of papers thrown everywhere, half finished bottles of some strong wine or another. In the middle of the room stood, his boss, queen whatever title she decided to give herself today. In a previous life she was known as the armourer and was in charge of her guild of other tradeswomen. She was donned in her deep rouge coloured armour and short fur cape.

“Ah, Din Djarin, I was wondering when you were going to grace me with your presence.” she did not look up from her table as she walked around, looking at one form or another.

“I was told you finally have work for me,”

“I’ve always had work for you.” she responded coldly, “You were just always too good for the job.”

Din leaned against the table, arms crossed over his breastplate, “Well I am here now.”

She sighed, discarding some more papers onto the floor, “As you can see, we have been busier than usual. These humans have been doing a bang up job at getting themselves killed. We are only able to train so many recruits to go up and collect them as possible but I wouldn’t have asked you here if you weren’t my last option.”

“I am honored,” Din remarked, paying attention to the creases in his leather gloves more than her.

“Will you just come over here so we can both be done with each other?”

Din turned around, staring at a large hologram that was being projected by the data pad that was under the stacks of papers. In front of Din was a police chase that seemed to involve some tacky looking vehicle.

“Happy to see they finally advanced to faster locomotives,who knows maybe they will even reach our level of technology.”

“Pay attention, this is your target.” she zoomed in on the three individuals in the car.

“The two idiots in the front? Piece of cake, they are pretty much asking for us.”

“No, the girl in the back.” she zoomed in on a young girl, barely out of her teens, gripping the seat. Din noticed that she was screaming, her face red with tears and anger. Din couldn’t hear what was being said but it was clear she didn’t want to be there.

“It should be a simple in and out, bring her back, I have Paz on the other two.”

“You sent Paz?”

“I told you, we are short.”

Din pushed away from the table, “Fine, I’ll go. I’ll be back before dinner.”

Without even a passing glance, Din walked out of the messy room and back into the quiet hallway.

*******

You groaned, opening your eyes slightly as the asphalt ground came into view. You had a dull ache in your head as you sat up, getting your bearings together. You don’t remember what happened after the first crunch of metal hit the car in front of you but you were surprised you were in better shape than you expected.

You stood up, trying to dust the dirt off your pants and by trying, you noticed you couldn’t feel the rough denim of your pants. You also noticed that you didn't feel the solid road beneath your feet but you were clearly still standing on it.

“Ok, calm down, this is probably normal. Like shock or something,” you spoke out loud to yourself.

You called out for Steve and Eric as you walked back towards the crash. How did you end up so far away? You must’ve flown out the window or something and probably had a lucky landing. As you approached the damaged car you got a view of the severity of the accident.

The car was an accordion slammed into an SUV and the back was a heap of mangled metal. The door was completely crushed inwards with no way out. There were other cars around you that were a little rough for ware but it seemed Eric’s car took most of the damage.

“There is someone else back here!” you turned your head to the voice and noticed paramedics and firefighters surrounding the scene.

“Hurry!”

“Hey,” you called out, as you approached the firefighter, “I am fine, there was no one else in the back.” he looked over you grabbing the jaws of life and proceeded to cut the metal.

“Hey! Take care of the others you are wasting your time.”

He continued to ignore you as he had his colleagues help rip off the sliced metal, pulling it away from the car.

“Hey come on! See I told...you.” Once the firemen were out of the way you were given a full view of the back of the car. There was indeed someone in the back, a girl, close to your age. She had her arms over her head but her side was bloodied and torn from the metal that was again her. You couldn’t get a good look at her face as her hair wet with blood was stuck to her cheek.

“Get her out, put her down slowly.”

“No pulse, get a medic!”

“H-hey you,” whispered to one of the firemen, “Is she going to be ok? She was wearing her seatbelt....that saves lives, right?”

“If you haven’t noticed by now they can’t hear you.”

You whipped your head to the voice that was behind you. Before you stood someone in some weird type of armour. Their helmet covered their face entirely and you were greeted with a black T where their eyes probably were. His cape, or what assumed was a cape was dancing strangely in the wind. Looking closer it looked more like smokey shadows than actual fabric.

“Why...why not?” you croaked, seemingly losing your voice all of a sudden.

The creature sighed, placing a very human gloved hand on their forehead, seemingly annoyed, “They did get dummer, that’s for sure.”

“Excuse me?”

“The girl lying on the ground is you, sweetheart.” the apparition had a deep voice but was also soothing in some creepy way.

“M-m-me? That’s impossible, I am here, so the girl over there,” you turned around to look at the girl again, “...is me.” You stared at yourself as the paramedics were doing chest compressions on you but clearly it was no “use.

“It is time to go, I want to be back before dinner,” at this point you had decided that this thing was male.

“Go where? I am not going anywhere.”

The figure let out a frustrated sigh, “Listen, you seem nice enough so don’t make me angry. You are gone, girl, and I am here to bring you to where you will end up.”

“And where is that?”

“You’ll know when you get there.”

“That isn't an answer.” you huffed, hugging your arms over your chest as your body shook, “Are you like some grim reaper or something?”

“You could say that, sure.”

“Where is your scythe?”

“I am obviously not the grim reaper.”

“Then what are you,”

He growled placing his hands on your shoulders, obviously very irritated.

You shivered from the touch, he was freezing, the last bit of light felt like it was draining from you. You could feel his frustration as it seemed like he was trying to consume and control you.

“That isn’t for you to worry about. You will be brought down to our Kingdom and you will be one of ours.”

“So...so I am going to hell?” your vision became blurry, you couldn’t feel the tears but you assumed they were falling. “What was it? Was it sneaking out at night? Trying that joint that one time? I didn’t mean to steal the candy from the corner store when I was six, I just wanted-”

“You aren’t going to hell. The things you silly humans have come up with, I swear.”

You stared at the figure before you, he was a head and a half taller than you, you tried to puff yourself out to not feel so small as you did now.

“Then I am not going,” you decided as you pushed his hands off of you. “You can’t make me,”

“Girl, you don’t want to know the things I can get you to do.”

“I have a name! And since you won’t tell me what I have done or what or who you are. I want to go home, thank you.”

He once again placed his hands on the front of his visor and ran them down his helmet with a groan, “You know you can’t go home. I told you, you are dead.”

“Well change it.”

“What?”

“Fix it. You clearly are some sort of soul thingy person, put me back.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I didn’t do anything-.”

“Anything wrong, yes yes. You think that is all we base you on? You are such simple creatures.

He paced around you and back and forth, clearly trying to wrap his head around what to tell you. He turned to look at you when he heard your sniffle, “W-whatever you want from me….you can have it later.”

“Excuse me?”

“You probably need my soul or something right? Just have it later....please.”

The creature actually laughed at the mere thought that you were trying to bargain with him. He had many reasons in the past, the way others would grovel offering riches, land, knowing very little what awaited them.

You straightened yourself up, “So we have a deal, you let me live and you can have whatever you want from me.”

“I really don’t think you know what you are asking-”

“I don’t care,” you argued, your eyes glaring daggers at him, “I don’t want to die and you can fix it, there has to be something.”

The creature approached you, towering over you, his cape slowly enveloping you and him. It felt oddly warm and relaxing. He looked up and you turned your head to notice there was another one like him walking away with two boys. You couldn’t make them out from this far away.

“Fuck it.” he sighed.

“What?”

“I will help you, this one time.” You smiled excitedly at him. If you weren’t so numb from the shock you probably were crazy enough to hug him.

“But,and this will be a big but, when the time comes, you will come with me.”

You nodded, your vision becoming blurry again. “You will have my soul or whatever.”

“Whatever I want, little one. You have just made a promise with someone that you definitely don’t want to break.”

“Thank you,” you murmured.

The creature sighed and started to walk away from you. You yelled out for him and he turned around.

“How do I um...how do I get back?”

He titled his head towards your direction, “Follow the light!”

“Haha very funny.” you turned around to where your body and there actually was a light glowing around the scene, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” as you ran towards it.

You didn’t notice that the man had stayed to watch you go. Why he gave in so easily to your pleading, this was supposed to be a simple job that he royally fucked up and already knew the paperwork involved.

“Well, fuck.”

*****Ten Years Later*****

You fumbled for the door handle and keys as you giggled at the man who clearly couldn’t keep your eyes off him. The alcohol had fogged your brain and you couldn’t exactly remember his name but he was fun and he was cute. You figured you could ask later.

“C’mon,” he murmured, kissing your neck and licking your ear messily causing you to giggle as you tripped into your apartment. Large text books were thrown across your small living room, empty take out containers lined the coffee table.

"Erm," you giggled sheepishly at the man before you. He clearly didn't care as he was already trying to get your shirt off and pushing you onto your couch. His kisses were messes as his lips reached yours. You inwardly grimaced at the grossness of it all, 'it is it ok,' you assured yourself 'I just need to get laid.'

He sat up to remove his shirt but before he went back to assault your poor lips, he stopped. You looked at his face, he had gone white, the hazy glow from the beers that night gone, you felt him tremble above you.

"Who, the fuck is that?"

"Who is what?" you leaned up and turned around and saw a tall figure with a T shape visor. Black shadows dancing around him.

"I believe you should be leaving." the figure said as he walked towards the two of you.

The guy shoved on you to jump off, knocking the wind from you, "What the fuck-" you groaned, trying to catch your breath. Without even grabbing his shoes or straightening himself up he was out of your apartment.

When you finally took in a deep breath you sat back up on your couch you were faced with the figure sitting on your coffee table. His helmet mere inches from you.

"Did you miss me?"

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# like father like son (part 1)

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Insatiable - Chapter One: Let Me Taste You

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: flirting, kissing, use of aphrodisiacs, dirty talk, semi-public groping/dry humping, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of an age gap (reader is 21), mentions of bisexuality.

Summary: Known for your incredible intellect, you’re invited to Dorne to meet the royal family as one of their honored guests. You meet Prince Oberyn, who’s interest in you is immediate and evident. You return his affections throughout the night as the family invites guests for a lively gathering. When you return from the bathroom, Oberyn heightens your flirtatious interactions as he meets you in the empty hallway on your way back to the ballroom.

A/N: oh lord I loved writing this, I can already tell this series will be a handful LOL. This was longer than I originally intended, but oh well, I am SO proud of it! Our promiscuous prince is an absolute sun god that can take me ANY day of the week. Hope y’all enjoy <3

Series Details:

- This series will loosely follow the outline of the show Game of Thrones, but you don’t need to be familiar with the show to understand what’s going on.

- Since Oberyn is known to be a salve for the sexy times, there will definitely be smut in every chapter.

- We are also beginning in a timeline that currently does not involve Ellaria. It’s not that I don’t absolutely love her (I totally do) I’m just more into monogamous relationships personally, so that’s where I’m gonna start. But who knows where this series will go.

- ANYWAYS, without further ado, our gorgeous Prince of Dorne and his overwhelming desire for the reader begins below.

Dorne was a land you’d never seen before but heard many stories of. Its infamous water gardens and tropical temperature was foreign to you, though not undesirable. In fact, the trip seemed comparable to a miniature vacation. Your presence was requested by the Lord of Dorne. After hearing of your intellect and travels, he wanted to meet you for himself. Many did, after all. When you became of age, your father flaunted you about, dragging you throughout the Seven Kingdoms in order to earn wealth and infamy. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, you rather enjoyed being the center of attention, but the trips were long and tedious, and you yearned for a break from your busy life.

“I’ve heard stories of the prince of Dorne.” Your best friend tittered girlishly as she helped you pack.

“Have you now?” you smirked, pulling out another suitcase. The carriage would be here in the morning for your two-day trek. The Lord even sent one of their own; how charming.

“Oh yes, he’s very handsome.” She continued, gossiping as she helped fold your dresses. “And rather promiscuous.”

“And who are you hearing this from, Anya?” you question, humor in your voice.

Anya was two years younger than you, and still in school. She was actually due to be sent away to the Citadel to further her studies while you were gone. However, no matter how talented she may be when it came to her education, she always lacked a bit in maturity, diving into rumors and drama whenever she could.

“Everyone!” she squealed, excited for you and your new adventure. “I hear he fancies both women and men.” She whispers to you.

“It’s not that uncommon.” You glanced back at her, knowing she’s aware of your own sexual orientation.

“I know, but… I’ve just never met anyone else like that!” You grimaced at this. She could be so strange sometimes.

“Promise me you’ll write!” she requests, closing your suitcase.

“Of course,” you turn, reassuring her.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I know, I’ll miss you too. But don’t worry, the Citadel is a marvelous place. You’ll have a great time with your studies.”

Anya nodded, staring back at you before embracing you in a tight hug. She’d never been to Dorne, either. If you could, you’d take her with you, and if you’re being honest, you’re a little nervous for your own travels. This would be there first time you were visiting a new place on your own. After your twenty-first birthday, your father opted out of these journeys. He claimed that you’re grown enough to handle this on your own now, and you are. It’s just new to you, is all.

But that was the other day. Your thoughts have done absolutely nothing to calm your nerves as you continue on toward the foreign land’s palace. Sitting inside the carriage, you scan your wooden surroundings. Your two suitcases sit on the bench across from you, often where your father sat. He was great company on these expeditions, offering conversation and amusement when the treks became long and boring. But now, you had no one. But you can do this, you’re more than capable of doing this. Truly, it’s Anya’s comments that currently fuel your nervousness. You hadn’t been approached sensually by a man in so many years, and of course not while your father visited these places with you. If the prince truly is as flirtatious as Anya claims, you’re in for a treat.

Your thoughts entertain you on and off throughout your journey, along with the books you packed and the drawings you continue to detail. The closer you get to the land filled of flourishing fauna and flowing streams, the hotter the temperature inside the carriage becomes. Your halter dress is ideal for the tropical conditions, allowing much of your skin to breath as the majority of it is exposed. You tie your long hair up into a bun at the nape of your neck. Only a few more hours.

When you finally reach your destination, you’re overwhelmed by the heat radiating from the bright sun. Your home was warm, but nothing compared to this. Glancing out the window, you see the amazing structure of the royal edifice come into view, its large architecture and blooming foliage truly breathtaking. Once stopped, you’re assisted out of the carriage by one of the guards chaperoning your trip. He’d accompanied you on this visit, offering to be your personal aid and security while away from home, which you truly appreciated. While Dorne was a welcoming and friendly place, you’d need a familiar face in order to feel comfortable for your four-week stay. Yes, that’s right. For whole weeks. The Lord planned on inviting many guests to his home, flaunting you as his honored guest. You don’t mind though; a few parties should be fun.

“Thank you, Ambrose.” You smile sweetly, taking his hand as you step down.

A woman descends the palace steps, gracefully striding towards you. She greets you, introducing herself as Milena, one of the royal family’s servants.

“The Lord of Sunspear wishes to see you, promptly.”

“Oh, okay.” You stutter, turning to the carriage behind you. “Should I grab my things first?”

“Oh no,” she laughs, waving a hand as if it was a silly thing for you to ask. “We will have those taken care of for you. Now, if you’ll follow me.” She smiles sweetly, gesturing again with her hand as she silently asks you to follow her inside.

The layout and designs within the building are just as spectacular as those on its exterior. Large, multi-shaped corridors and archways lead you through the palace’s many hallways and open space. Your eyes take in the vivid colors and patterns that surround you; you’ve never seen anything like it. The servant’s pace eventually slows as you reach a particular room, clearly meant for entertaining with its open entrance and sizeable space.

The Lord of Sunspear sits at the far wall, adorning a golden throne sat upon a raised step. His frame is thin, his features dark as his eyes rest upon you. His brown hair is long, but thinning, a receding hairline forming on either side of his temples. Facial hair scatters along his cheeks and jawline, and he wears a robe bright enough in color to match the chair highlighting his royal position. To your left, his Lady sits, bouncing a child on her lap. Off to your right is a lengthy couch, another man half-sprawled out across the lavish fabric. You curtsy, doing your best to be as polite as you are graceful.

The man and woman sitting on the extravagant furniture on either side of you look up, acknowledging your presence. Lady Mellario hands her infant son off to a hand maiden who hurries away with him. The nobleman sitting on his throne nods at your elegant bow, appreciating the sentiment and formality.

“Welcome,” the Lord stands, his harms spread wide.

He walks toward you, reaching out to hold your hands in his. You smile at him, comforted by his gestures.

“We greatly appreciate your visit and are delighted to meet you. Allow me to introduce you to my family.” He leads you over to his wife, his hand on your lower back as he introduces you.

“Lady Mellario,” you grin, nodding to her in a show of respect.

She smiles back, greeting you kindly. You find it strange, though, her quietness. Regardless, you’re turned around to face the other man in the room. He sits up as your eyes meet, standing and walking over to you.

“This is my brother, Prince Oberyn.”

The prince leans down, taking your right hand in his before lifting it and pressing his lips to your knuckles. You stare into his dark eyes, his smirk evident as he greets you.

“Very nice to meet you,” he purrs, his voice low and accent dissimilar to yours.

You smile, sighing lightly at his chivalrous actions and baritone voice. He’s taller than you and has dark features, darker than that of his brother. His jawline is sharp, nearly black facial hair blooming along it and his upper lip. His lean muscle is prominent beneath his yellow robe, exposed by the front opening of his tunic, displaying his smooth, bronzed chest. He seems older than you, much older, in fact. Somehow, this only adds to his attractive charm.

“Well, I would love to entertain, but I must tend to other matters.” The Lord claps his hands his hands eagerly as he speaks, inadvertently pulling you out of the prince’s trance. “You will be shown to your chambers shortly, I advise you prepare yourself for the night’s event. My visitors will be arriving within a few hours. You’ll sit at our table, as Dorne’s honored guest.” The Lord behind you explains, placing his hands on your shoulders.

You turn your head slightly, nodding to him. “Thank you, I’m very excited.”

The same servant that led you inside directs you to where you’ll be staying. You admire your surroundings, the chamber enormous in its entirety. Upon entrance, you notice the large bed off to your left, held up on a higher level than the rest of the room by a large step. The bed is round in shape, decorated with many silk pillows and blankets. Straight ahead is a balcony overlooking part of the water gardens below. To the right sits a work area, a sizeable desk accompanied by a lavish bookcase. In the corner past this is your bathroom. An enormous bath lays in the ground, heated by springs pumped through the palace walls. The entire chamber smells sweetly of flowered perfumes and oils, the freshy cut blossoms sitting in expensive vases also adding to the pleasant aroma.

Your servant leaves quickly, allowing you to bask in the beauty of your surroundings in private. You sit on your luxurious bedspread, holding the smooth fabric of your pillow on your lap and stroking its sheen texture. A breeze flows through the curtains separating the main space from the balcony, the sun’s rays dancing across the marbled ground at your feet. You were right, this trip would not be work, it would be relaxing. Though, Lord Doran did advise you to get ready to entertain, so you decide to do just that.

Your suitcases have been placed next to your desk on the far side of the room, and you open the top one to lay out your dresses, surveying your options. They’re each hand crafted from multiple fabrics, each a different shade and style. You eventually decide on a waist-high even split dress. It’s nude in color and flows smoothly over your body. The dress’ neckline is extremely low cut. The fabric at your waist parts into two sections, one larger and one smaller. The larger portion flows down your backside, while the other covers your front in between your legs. Your skin from your hips down is revealed in its entirety. You’d have to be careful tonight; one wrong move and you’d embarrass yourself for your lack of undergarments. The thinness of the dress won’t allow for anything to be worth beneath it, not elegantly anyway. You were never one to cover up though, especially in the hot sun that hung over Dorne. The attire was quite to your liking. Now within the cool walls of the majestic building, you decide to wear your hair down, fully expressing your beauty. You choose to wear the sandals you came in with, also nude in color as they wrap up your calf.

You’re ready much quicker than you expected. You know you’ll have to wait at least an hour before a servant returns to lead you downstairs and to your seat at the head table, maybe even longer. You scan the room, eyes returning to the last unpacked suitcase. You have time, and it’s only one bag, it should be quick job. Your books are first, and you lean over in order to grab as many as you can. But just as you start to set them onto the bookshelf off to your left, you hear a knock on the door. Your body shoots upright, spinning around just in time to see the large wooden door open slowly. Oberyn’s sudden presence frightens you for a moment, causing you to yelp as you turn. He chuckles, surveying your room as he lets himself in.

“Prince Oberyn,” you blurt out, watching him enter further.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he speaks, turning to shut your door before approaching you. “I wanted to introduce myself again, get the chance to speak with you privately.”

“Is there something wrong?” you ask, your brow furrowing in confusion.

“No,” he smiles, sighing as he looks down at you. “I’d just like to speak with you before our company arrives. That’s all.” He purrs, taking your hand in his again, his thumb stroking your soft skin. You blush at his actions, your gaze faltering as you glance at your feet.

“I want you to know, that when you’re in my palace, you need not address me as prince.” You look up, eyes meeting as he continues. “My title has no purpose coming from your lips.”

His hand leave yours, coming up toward your face, his pointer finger and thumb looking as if they mean to cup your chin. He tuts as his digits barely glide over your skin, deciding against it and lowering his hand. You’re left with a questionable emotion, wishing you’d felt his skin on yours as he backs away from you.

“Were you unpacking?” he questions, raising his eyebrows and gesturing to your books.

“Oh, yes. I figured I had the time.” You shrug, looking over your shoulder at them.

He leans over you, reaching behind you to pick one up, the edge of his robe brushing over your bare shoulder. The prince leans back and flicks through its pages, admiring its detail. This particular book covers a wide expanse of natural poisons among various plants and roots, something the prince studied extensively in his years at the Citadel, reminding you of his infamous title as the Red Viper. He hums as he reads for a moment, then shuts the book and places it back on your desk.

“My brother thinks you are an intelligent woman.” He steps forward, encroaching on your space as his hand flattens against the surface of your sturdy desk.

You cock your head to the side and raise an eyebrow as your confidence returns, assuming his words suggest doubt in your intellect. “And what do you think, Oberyn?” you inquire, trying out his request at the dismissal of his title.

“An intelligent woman, indeed.” He agrees, his voice lowering and nodding his head slightly. He towers above you, peering down into your eyes and tilting his head before asking, “Where did you study? The Citadel?”

You find this humorous, a small laugh escaping past your lips. “The Citadel studies me.” You respond complacently.

“An honor, no doubt.” He smirks, a single finger moving to run over the curve of your cheek. “One I would be delighted to receive.”

The prince’s suggestive remarks elicit a thundering pulse within you, arousal quickly building in your lower stomach. His beauty is palpable, as well as his attraction toward you.

“What do you want to know?” you question, breathing out shakily as he inches closer.

“I want to know what makes you tick, little one.” He mutters, “What makes your cleverness as bright as your beauty?”

The nickname and praise stir something deep in your chest while butterflies erupt in your stomach. Calling you “little one” while standing so tall and robust before you, his age much older than your own, his baritone voice speaking to you so softly, his eyes not once leaving yours… it makes you feel so innocent, submissive… like prey cornered by a hunter.

“Rather flirtatious toward your guests, aren’t we?” you inquire sarcastically, smirking up at him.

He purrs at this, appreciating your wits. “Only with ones as alluring as you.”

At this, you’re speechless. Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re currently out of clever remarks. When he sees your reaction, clearly entranced in his subtle seduction, his smile widens.

“What a beautiful dress,” he grins sweetly in your silence, the back of his hand roaming lightly over the fabric on your stomach as he glances down. His mouth parts slightly, his brow furrowing faintly as he focuses on the outline of your body beneath the thin cloth. His hand wraps around you, palm meeting the skin of your back as he gently places it on your waist. Your heartbeat quickens at his closeness, his curved nose inches from yours.

“Quite a taunting design.” He admits, his eyes shifting to the swell of your breasts. You grin wickedly, reveling in the prince’s full attention.

“As is yours,” you remark, staring at his bronze chest. His robe shifts open even more as he moves, further exposing his toned frame.

“Yes,” he sighs out, the hand on your waist moving up to rest just below the curve of your tits. He leans forward, his lips pressing lightly to your ear as he whispers, “But I could show you more.”

His words send shivers up your spine, your limbs tingling with excitement. It’s been so long since you’ve been with a man that the thought of any sexual act entices you. But with this man? The things you would do to be with this man…

“You said we have time, right little one?” his chest vibrating against you as he hums curiously. You nod, biting your bottom lip lightly. “Why don’t we make use of that?”

He removes the hand placed on the desk, raising it to meet the line of your jaw. He raises his eyebrows as you stare at him, silently wondering if you’ll allow his advancements. You decide to accept, tilting your chin up to meet him. The prince moves slowly, eyes lowering to your magnificent mouth and then closing delicately as his soft, full lips press to yours. His head tilts, nose brushing against your own as he deepens the kiss. You reach up to cup his face, moving your mouth against his in earnest. His facial hair scrapes against the smooth skin of your cheeks as he continues, his wet tongue eventually trailing over your bottom lip. You part your lips for him, allowing his tongue to move between them. An intense pulse floods through your heat as your tongues collide, massaging against each other deliciously. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you feel the prince’s experienced mouth and tongue for the first time.

Oberyn moans into you, his brow furrowing in concentration as his tongue works itself inside your mouth. The hand on your face lowers to your hip, joining the other and gripping you tightly. You roll your hips toward him in response, allowing yourself to let go just a little bit more. A single hand falls to his chest, your fingers twiddling with the hem of his robes and dancing along his smooth skin.

He moves you over toward your desk before bending down to grab the back of your thighs. He hauls you up, placing you on the sturdy furniture and positioning his hips between your legs, his persistent mouth never leaving yours. His strength and forwardness get the better of you as your slick begins wetting your inner thighs. Your legs close ever so slightly, holding him against you. He continues lapping at your tongue passionately, his hand keeping your jaw open for him as he does so. He leans back, his tongue licking slowly over your lips before speaking.

“I want to taste you, pretty girl.” His voice is strained with desire as he continues, “See if your flavor is as delectable as you are.” He runs a finger over your lips, eyes focusing on the supple flesh before flicking up to meet your gaze.

At first, you’re hesitant, unknowing of how far you’re willing to go. You’ve just met this man, and you’ll be staying in his home for four weeks. What if something goes wrong… You know what? Fuck it. You’re on your own and you want to have fun. You’re an adult, and if things go sideways, you’ll handle it. Like an adult.

“I hope you like what you find,” you breathe out, beaming brightly.

He grins, lowering himself almost immediately. He keels on one knee before you, his large hands easily moving the thin fabric of your dress to the side. When his eyes meet your exposed heat, he moans lustfully. Leaning in, he places a single, gentle kiss onto your mound, and you gasp at the sensation. You rest your left leg up onto the chair sitting in front of your desk, offering him an even better view. But, just as he goes in to taste you, there’s a knock on the door.

Your name is called out by the servant who’s been accompanying you, causing the two of you to jump in surprise. Oberyn looks over his shoulder at the still closed door, your eyes finding the same spot. “Lord Doran is requesting your presence. He’d like you to be seated before his guests arrive.”

Oberyn turns his head back toward you, leaning in to kiss your thigh. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shock waves through your hips. He lifts himself from his lowered position, folding the fabric of your dress back to its intended place.

“I suppose we’ll have to finish this another time, little one.” His voice is soft and seductively low as he speaks, his hand cupping your face while his thumb swipes gently over the apple of your cheek.

The grip your teeth have on your lip nearly spills blood as frustration and arousal mix in your veins. You sigh out, yearning for some kind of release. The whine that comes from your lips is girlish and embarrassing, and it makes him chuckle above you.

“Don’t worry,” he mutters. His lips meet yours once again, kissing you twice before finishing with, “I’ll find you soon enough.”

The servant, Milena, leads you down the multitude of corridors within the palace. It’s almost frightening how large the building is and how many twists and turns seem to be around every corner. You make sure to take note of this, as this is where you’ll be staying for the next month. Eventually, though, you’re led to a large ballroom. Its entryway is enormous, truly magnificent. The walls of the opening are lined with blue and gold trim curving around delicate patterns. The inside walls resemble similar patterns and textures, its lofty ceiling upheld by solid, dark timbers. The far side of the ballroom is missing its wall, though, and is instead supported by large columns. The large spaces between them serve as entryways to the renowned water gardens. At the front of the glorious room is the head table, a seat set aside for each member of the royal family, and yourself, of course.

Your name echoes off of the stone walls as you’re called by the Lord, already strutting over to you. “My guests will be arriving soon, please, come sit.”

He shows you to the lengthy table, gesturing toward your seat. The wooden chair has carvings of the Martell House, the ruling family of Dorne’s, coat of arms: a golden spear piercing a red sun. You sit, admiring the craftsmanship as you place your elbows on its armrests.

“Adequate?” he asks, his tone full of amusement as he doubts you will say otherwise.

“Very.” You reply, smiling up at him.

“Perfect. Now, my visitors are very intrigued by you. They’re a neighboring house to ours, the Tyrells, in fact.”

You’d heard of House Tyrell before, but you’d never had the opportunity to meet them in person. The Lord and Lady have three sons and one daughter and were often accompanied by their grandmother, a Lady as well. You’d heard rumors of their daughter, Margaery, being quite infatuated with your intellect and prestige.

“Ah yes,” you sigh happily, “Lord Mace and Lady Alerie. Will their four children be accompanying them, as well as their grandmother, Lady Olenna?”

Lord Doran smirks at your knowledge of the Seven Kingdoms, nodding his head before speaking. “Indeed. I do hope you will share some of that marvelous intellect with them tonight, as well.”

“I’d be happy to,” you sing, proud to show yourself off.

“Fantastic. Our cooks our preparing supper, do you have a preference?”

On this, you think a bit. Curiosity gets the better of you as your mind wanders to Oberyn. If you’re going to dwell in this man’s company for so many weeks, why not get to know him a little bit?

“I’ll have whatever Prince Oberyn is having.”

Lord Doran tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at you, but chooses to ignore his questing thoughts. “I’ll notify our head chef. Please, remain seated while our visitors arrive.”

Sitting patiently, you twiddle your thumbs and hum excitedly. You’ve been in this exact situation enough times to anticipate how the evening will go. Your hosts will serve you a meal, and likely their guests as well, while holding pleasant conversation. Afterwards, many other, less important newcomers will flood the room as musicians begin to play, and more alcohol is served. That’s when the fun begins.

“Quite punctual, I see.” Prince Oberyn strolls into the room, eyes immediately on you.

“Of course,” you reply, watching him walk over to you. “I don’t want to be rude to my hosts by disobeying orders.”

Soon enough, he’s at your side, and you have to angle your neck upwards in order to meet his gaze. He reaches down, lightly holding your chin between his thumb and forefingers.

“I can only hope you’ll be as obedient for me.” He purrs, smirking when your lips part at his words.

Before you can reply, his eyes flitter up to someone further behind you. You turn as well, seeing the Lord of Sunspear’s Lady sit on the far end of the table, Lord Doran then joining her. Oberyn sighs, pulling out the chair next to you and sitting. You’re feeling rather high and mighty, you must admit. You’re sat between Lord Doran and Prince Oberyn, two very powerful men who are honoring you tonight, and for many more nights to come. Sitting at a royal table wasn’t new to you, but it was always a delight.

Once you’re all situated at the table, the Tyrell family is led in, but not before a smaller table is set up in front of you for them to sit at. Lord Mace and Lady Alerie enter, followed by Lady Olenna and their four children. Each smiling and greeting the royals sitting next to you. They take their seats at the table and Lord Doran welcomes them, introducing you in the process.

“It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you all.” You speak, smiling politely. Surprisingly, Lord Mace scoffs at this.

“All,” he emphasizes, rolling his eyes. “Quite disrespectful for you to not greet my family by name.”

“Oh, I mean no disrespect, Lord Mace.” You reply quickly, not wanting to anger anyone. “To you or Lady Alerie. I have great admiration for your family. The studies your son, Willas, involves himself in are very intriguing to me. Your younger sons, Garlan and Loras’ skill in battle intrigue me, as well. Your daughter, Margaery, is renowned for her kindness and grace, something I admire deeply. I also have great veneration for you, Lady Olenna. A woman as graceful and intelligent as yourself is one who truly inspires me.”

Oberyn’s hand reaches for your thigh, squeezing it tightly as you respond to Lord Tyrell. You turn slightly to look at him, wondering if you’ve done something wrong. A grin pulls on the edges of the prince’s lips, a sign to you that all is well, though one that makes you curious, nonetheless. You continue to speak to the family, addressing them each as you make eye contact and do your best to smile and gesture politely. Lord Mace seems rather satisfied with your response, his attitude quickly changing as he begins to enjoy himself. Amicable conversation begins to fill the room as you’re served the first plates of your dinner, banter now interchanging between each member of the two houses. You even get the chance to speak to the Tyrell’s youngest child, Margaery, who is an absolute delight and clearly admires you and your influence. Once you quite down, Oberyn glances at your meal, a questioning look forming on his face.

“Are you watching me, little one?” he questions, your eyes turning to meet his.

“I prefer to taste a man’s meal before he tastes me.” You purr, smirking as you suck a plump cherry tomato into your mouth. A low grumble releases from his chest, his lips pursing as he chews on his lip, his smirk still very evident.

Prince Oberyn’s choice cuisine is rather appetizing. There’s a fresh, green salad laid on your plate, full of tomatoes, cucumbers, avocados, kalamata olives, and more. This serves as the appetizer, of course. The main entree comes in two plates. One is cold to the touch as oysters sit amongst a sea of ice. The other steams below you, cooked asparagus and marinated chicken spreading to the plate’s brim. Finally, dessert comes, your favorite part. A bowl of berries and cherries is set before you. Another, smaller dish accompanies its side, this one filled with exotic nuts. As you’re enjoying the last addition to your meal, you realize something. The majority of the prince’s preferred foods include aphrodisiacs. Fitting.

Your graceful laughs soon fumble into girlish giggles as you consume your third glass of wine. When he began eating, Oberyn retracted his grip on your thigh, but it returns as you nibble on your delectable dessert. The prince leans over to you, and you ease in, allowing him to bring himself closer to your ear.

“Are you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” he asks, his large hand sliding to your inner thigh, his touch tickling your sensitive skin.

“Hmm,” you hum giddily, “Yes.” You beam brightly at him as he pulls a few inches away, still close to your face.

“Did you appreciate the food?”

“Yes, I loved it!”

He tilts his head, smiling at your ever-present happiness. “Which was your favorite?”

“The raspberries.”

When you answer, he looks down. With his other hand, he reaches over, plucking a berry from your bowl and lifting it to your lips.

“Let me see you taste it.” He requests, his voice now a whisper. His mouth opens slightly as he focuses on your own. When you open for him, his brown eyes rise to meet yours.

You keep his gaze when you part your lips, allowing him to feed you the plump, pinkish fruit. He smiles, his beautifully straight teeth shining as you taste the sweet juices spilling onto your tongue, his finger just barely sliding past your lips. When he moves to take his finger away, you close your wine-stained lips around it, gently and briefly sucking on it.

The servants begin taking your food away as the two of you continue your flirtatious actions and inquisitive conversations. You bask under the prince’s attention, his eyes trained on you while you laugh at his continuous comments and questions. You’re each fully turned towards each other now, endlessly engaging in the other’s interests. You enjoy the prince’s outward attraction toward your beauty, of course, but you also adore his interest in you, your mind. It comforts you, pulls you in just that much more.

The Tyrell family stands as additional guests begin to arrive, pulling you away from Oberyn’s captivating eyes. The curtains begin lowering in order to the dim the room’s lighting, the day now turning to night on the other side of the large, stone columns. Candles are lit, and musicians begin to enter the room. Carts stroll in, too, offering appetizing sweets and fermented liquids. The people that come in marvel at you, speaking to you in multiple tongues about various topics, such as politics, philosophy, literature, culture, and so much more. You were quite well-versed in the topics and nearly fluent in each language, and easily held steady conversation with Lord Doran’s many guests. Not only were you knowledgeable, but you truly enjoyed talking about the subjects and brushing up on the many dialects the Seven Kingdoms have to offer. More and more visitors come over to greet you, and you decide its best that you stand from the table to start mingling with everyone out on the ballroom floor. Oberyn stays seated, watching you walk off into the crowd.

“Milena?” you ask, pulling the servant to the side after meeting more newcomers. “Where can I find a washroom?”

She points you in the direction of one down the hall, and you eagerly stride towards it. After, what, four goblets of wine now? You definitely need to empty your bladder. There are perfumed oils at the sink, which you apply after washing your hands. You’re able to freshen yourself up a bit, fixing your hair and makeup and making sure the fabric of your dress is laid appropriately. Once satisfied, you leave the room, intent on returning to the event. Suddenly, you squeal, startled by the unexpected presence of strong hands on your waist.

Oberyn presses himself up against you, holding you from behind as he nuzzles his face into the hair flowing over your neck and shoulder. “You are irresistible, pretty girl.”

You blush, smirking while moving to hold the prince’s arms as they wrap around you. You turn your head, sighing out at the feel of his body against yours. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your skin, his lips brushing over your neck lightly.

“You scared me.” You giggle anxiously. The prince moves against you, leading the two of you a few steps to the side, closer to the wall and away from the center of the hallway.

“Are you still frightened?” he asks lowly, one hand reaching up to brush your hair off your shoulder and to your back.

“No,” you mutter, breathless under his influence.

Once you respond, his hands begin to travel. They slowly roam the curves of your body, wrapping around you as his right hand moves to hold the left side of your hip, his left hand shifting up to cup the curve of your chest.

“Do you like what I’m doing?” his voice is hoarse, his lips now moving to press heated kisses against the delicate skin along your neck.

“Yes,” you gasp, his hand now fully massaging your tits while the other grips your hip. You lean into him, letting your head lay back on his shoulder. A small whimper leaves your lips in your hazy state when he rolls his hips against your backside.

“Mm… those little sounds…” he sighs out, “I’d love to hear them while spearing you on my cock.” You gasp at his words as they send a shiver down your spine. You’ve never had a man speak to you so obscenely.

The hallway leading to the ballroom is lined with small columns, one of which is behind you. Oberyn pulls you backwards, leading you to the small space between the stone pillars, allowing the two of you an ounce of privacy. He spins you around, pushing you back against the curved surface so you can face him.

“You’re incredible,” he mumbles, crowding your body in the secluded space as he holds your neck, mouthing hotly at your shoulder. “So shrewd for a woman of your age.”

You grin, loving his praise and his fervent tongue on your neck. The prince’s hips grind against yours, his length patently hard beneath his robes. His hands continue to roam your body, curving over your hips to grab at your ass. Your hands hold him against you, one grabbing his neck while the other tangles itself in his dark, feathery hair. When you tug on the brown locks, he groans, lifting his head from your neck. You press your soft lips to his, and he responds to you quickly, leaning into the kiss as you move against each other. His hand moves between the two of you, cupping your sex in his palm.

He moans at your soft gasp, the interaction heightening the rate of your pulse. He grabs your jaw, breaking the kiss to stare into your eyes. “Will you let me taste you, sweet thing?”

The nook the two of you are tucked into behind the sandstone pillar offers a bit of seclusion, though not as much as an enclosed room would. There isn’t a single soul walking the halls, though the thrill that someone could at any moment excites you beyond reason.

“Yes,” you reply, panting from the euphoria the prince’s sensual actions provoke.

Oberyn chuckles lightly, clearly delighted in your response as he rapidly shifts to kneel before you once again. His tan hands run up your exposed thighs, his nimble fingers shifting the front covering of your dress aside to reveal your smooth mound. His smirk is evident, even from this angle. His left shoulder lowers, and before you can question him, he grabs the back of your knee, maneuvering you so that your one leg is resting over his shoulder and draping down his back. The parting of your legs gives him much better access to your wanting heat, already slick from anticipation.

“Oh…” he moans out, the palm of his hand running over the smooth skin of your sex and lower stomach. “So pretty.”

He leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your mound, just as he did hours before in the privacy of your chambers. His warm, wet tongue then slides up through your folds, slowly, delicately, tasting the juices he’s been craving since laying eyes on you. You gasp out, the sensation beautifully stimulating against your sensitive skin. You reach out to him, grabbing his hair as you steady yourself above him. He smiles against you, happy at your responsiveness and grabbing hold of your hips. The prince’s curved nose rubs against your clit deliciously as he moves his tongue against you, into you, sloppily licking and sucking your folds as his tongue roams your inner channel. The lusty noises his mouth makes while devouring your dripping core are absolutely obscene as they echo off the surrounding walls. His eyes remain closed in contentment and concentration as he moves his hot mouth against you. You watch him intently, his head rocking rhythmically as he tastes you. His tongue slides out of your sex, traveling up to your tiny pleasure point. The wet muscle dances around your clit before rolling over it, applying pressure and sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh –” you sigh out, throwing your head back, “Oberyn…”

He hums at the sound of you moaning his name, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your hips. The pad of his middle finger barely touches the lining of your labia, gently rubbing back and forth before sinking inside you.

“Yes!” you whine, rolling your hip against his face.

His digit is thick as it enters you, almost immediately curling and applying constant pressure to that fleshy spot inside you that makes you want to scream. His ability to find it so quickly makes your head spin, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He doesn’t even move his finger in and out, he just keeps it there, forcefully pulsating it against your g-spot, wiggling it in a motion that coaxes you forward.

“More,” you whimper, “Please.”

His finger retracts before lining up again, now with his pointer finger alongside it. He shoves them into you, now at a hurried pace as they continue to curl against that beautiful spot every now and then. He keeps his tongue on your clit, flicking it quickly with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it. His mouth suckles on your pleasure center while he pumps his fingers in and out of your aching pussy. His moans match yours, and you love that he’s enjoying this so thoroughly, possibly even more than you. Your pleasure continues to climb, washing over you until it peaks. His hot, wet mouth feels amazing against your dripping core, and you tighten your leg on his back to push him further against you.

“O-Oberyn,” you stutter, “I’m, I’m gonna –”

“On my face, little one.” He breaths out, panting below you. “Cum on my face.” His lips return to your clit, sucking harshly.

His words push you over the edge, and you bite your lip, unwillingly to whine too loudly in the hallowed halls. His tongue picks up its pace, sucking ruthlessly on your clit while his fingers resume their original motions, stalling inside you and only pulsating pressure against your g-spot, flawlessly riding you through your orgasm. His other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you against him as your high comes crashing into you, forcefully filling your veins with pure ecstasy as you cum against the prince’s face. He continues to mouth at you, his fingers and tongue persistent in their application of pressure on your most responsive areas until you’re shaking above him.

He slows down as your breathing calms, easily reading your body’s signals. He pulls his fingers out of you, his tongue now licking languidly at your folds. He brings his cum-soaked fingers to your fleshy lips, parting you with his pointer and middle finger. He angles his head, moving his mouth directly under your wet channel. With your folds parted, he licks into you, moaning at the taste of your creamy pussy. He slurps as he drinks from you, swallowing the last remnants of the sweet liquid your orgasm brought you. Your mouth parts at the sight, the aftershocks of your orgasm tingling through you as he continues to savor your taste before leaning back and bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking the liquid off his fingers as his brown eyes stare up at you. The sight of the prince on his knees before you, absolutely savoring you and your juices, is one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen. It makes you breathless, delirious as you watch him.

The hand on your waist moves underneath your leg, and once he’s licked his fingers clean, he turns his head to kiss along your inner thigh, licking the juices off the sensitive skin there, too. Lust-filled brown eyes meet yours once more while he continues to mouth at your leg as it rests on his broad shoulder. You smile down at him, his mouth and chin now wet with your slick. You gasp out when he sinks his teeth into your flesh, moaning slightly as you try to catch your breath.

“Would you like to share my bed tonight, little one?” Oberyn inquires, his voice husky as his dark eyes stare up at you from between your legs. “Help me to find my release as well?”

“I would love to.” You smirk devilishly, biting your lip as he places one last open-mouthed kiss to your thigh before rising.