[fic: a song of ice and fire]
addition is a natural talent
asoiaf. blood & glory au. theon x dany x robb. pwp. but the Targaryen princess was damn good at worming her way passed everyone’s defenses ~2170 | nc17
for stephie
Theon had grown accustomed to waking up to Daenerys Targaryen munching on his Cheerios in Robb’s kitchen, slim legs tucked up under her nightshirt, spoon dangling from the edge of her mouth. Robb always had a weak spot for soft things, and nothing came softer than Dany Targaryen-fluffy white hair and thin little limbs, bird-boned and hesitant. She popped up now and again whenever he and Robb were in town and claimed a spot on their couch, usually whenever her family was being particularly terrible-not that Theon thought the Targaryens were ever not terrible-or she was having boyfriend trouble. Her boyfriends never made much sense to Theon, anyway, because personally he thought she could do a hell of a lot better than the men she wound up with.
She was sitting at the table when he padded downstairs, wearing a borrowed shirt from Robb that fell to her knees, she was such a little thing. Dany grinned cheekily at him, stabbing the air with her spoon. “You’re out of milk,” she told him.
“Because you drank it all,” Theon grumbled, scavenging the fridge for something breakfast-esque and edible since there was no such thing as cereal with no milk.
“There was only a drop left anyway,” Dany said, and polished off the last of her meal, maneuvering around him to reach the sink. Theon’s eyes briefly dropped down to the length of leg disappearing into Robb’s shirt, before shrugging and going back to his treasure hunt. Dany’s a pretty girl, but he had only ever admired her clinically-he can appreciate a firm ass, long legs, and a nice set of tits, all of which Dany had.
Robb’s footfalls are as familiar to Theon as his own and he grinned as Robb came down the stairs. “She used all our milk,” he proclaimed, jutting a thumb out at Dany.
Theon’s boyfriend was a bit of a zombie without his first cup of coffee, but he did pause long enough to send Dany a level look. Dany rolled her eyes. “I’ll stop at the store and buy you some more.”
Satisfied, Robb shuffled around Theon, heading for the aroma of black coffee that Dany had already put on. An early riser, that one. Theon snagged his wrist and kissed him, a familiar tang staining against his teeth before Robb slipped his tongue inside.
Dany made a gagging sound somewhere behind them. “Oh gross,” she said, voice charmingly accented with an impressive imitation of California Valley Girl. “If you’re gonna do that, I’ll leave.”
That was usually how Dany made her exit, pretending to be grossed out by the macking-as she put it. She wasn’t, since Robb and Theon did that on the couch too with Dany cuddled up not too far away, eyes fixated on the movie, but Targaryens loved their exit. Theon and Robb usually let her.
Except this time.
Except this time, Robb broke away from Theon and snagged Dany’s wrist, tugging until she was brought in close. “Stay,” Robb said, and turned his eyes to Theon. Theon wasn’t sure what exactly passed through them, but there was some sort of question there-some sort of pursuit for permission. And then Robb twisted at his hips, bent over Dany, and pressed his mouth to hers.
Really, a man ought to be annoyed when he saw his boyfriend kissing another person-another woman-but Theon had never been the normal sort, and his blood level shot up into the red as he took in the image. Robb, big and broad, bent over Dany, her hair a halo of white friz. Her eyes were open, in shock perhaps, and she was gathered up against Robb’s side, pressed there, and Theon knew Robb was forging his tongue into the dark, wet cave of her mouth. Dany made a small, pleased sound at the back of her throat. Theon’s cock was already half-hard in his sleep pants and he wondered if this had sort of been like destiny all along, an inevitable conclusion to letting Daenerys Targaryen crash into their lives.
Dany turned her head away from Robb to look at him, cheeks flushed with high color. Was she asking permission, too? Theon wasn’t sure, but somewhere between Robb’s stay and watching his boyfriend kiss another woman, he’d given his permission. Robb backed away when Theon reached for her.
She tasted like something fresh, pure, like milk and cereal and a hint of coffee, and her pelvis jammed against his and sent a rocket of lust up into his groin. He gripped her hips, nails digging in, and she panted against his mouth. Robb’s hand slid through Theon’s hair, the pressure light, and Theon lifted Dany until she sat on the edge of the counter, her legs spread wide so Theon could step into the cradle of her thighs. He sucked a red ring on her neck as she arched against him, and between their bodies he felt Robb’s other hand work the tail of Dany’s shirt up over her waist.
He broke away so Robb could lift the shirt over Dany’s head and it had been a while-since he’d cared about a set of breasts but Dany had a fine pair, small and high, and Robb’s hand reached back down to play with her bright red nipples and whatever reservations he might have had about right here right now the three of us were thrown out the window.
Theon turned his head, and Robb was there, already knowing he wanted his mouth. Dany’s little, slender fingers worked at the elastic of his pants, sliding them down over his hip. His fingers toyed with the lace of her panties, pushing it against her entrance, rubbing against her mound, and Dany’s fingers scored his shoulders. He liked that, too. He slipped a hand into Robb’s pants, boxer-less because they’d fucked the night before, and curled his hand around his boyfriend’s half-hard cock, knowing just where and how to touch to get him off.
“Theon,” Robb groaned, thrusting into his hand, leaning closer to him so they were all crowded around this little square of countertop. His ginger head dropped to Theon’s shoulder, just above where Dany gripped, and planted a kiss, sloppy and wet.
“Please,” Dany hissed, thrusting against his fingers. She cried out as Theon slipped a digit inside her, then two, and pressed his thumb onto her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut, hands moving up to grip Theon’s hair. “Please.”
“What do you want?” Robb asked huskily, turning his mouth from Theon’s shoulder so she could hear him.
“Fuck,” Dany cried as Theon pressed his fingers knuckle-deep inside her.
“Very specific,” Theon teased. Robb’s hand slipped up and down the length of his spine, just teasing the start of Theon’s ass, and it felt like fire was gnawing at the small of his back from want.
Dany scooted to the very edge of the counter, and gripped his cock in one hand. “I want this,” she panted. “I want this inside me.”
Theon released Robb’s cock, who groaned in mild protest. Dany took up where he left off, leaning slightly to the left and curling her hand around the shaft, pumping it with long, languid strokes. She’d been studying him, Theon realized, and couldn’t stop the grin.
His fingers found purchase on her hips as he pressed his cock to the tight opening at the apex of her thighs. Robb groaned at his throat as Dany worked his turgid length, and Theon slid inch by aching inch inside her until he was buried at the hilt. Dany was tight and hot, and clenched around his throbbing dick. Her knees came up, locking at his waist, as he reared back and slammed into her. The force of it skidded her back an inch and her head slapped noisily against the cabinet.
“Sorry, sorry,” Theon said with a wince.
Robb laughed. “Gentle, Theon.” He reached over with one hand and cupped the back of Dany’s hand, dark fingers stark against the white of her hair.
“Don’t be gentle,” Dany argued, and grinded against him. Theon groaned and couldn’t stop from plunging into her. This time, her head was protected by Robb’s hand, and the cabinet rattled dangerously.
Theon gripped the counter with one hand, arching over Dany. He tongued her breasts, teeth worrying her nipples until they were distended, pebble-hard. Robb’s free hand was still trailing up and down his back, though now had crossed the place below the dip of his spine and stroked his ass cheeks with callous fingertips. Theon hissed a breath out between his lips and pumped into Dany, watching as her small, white hand mimicked his movements on Robb’s cock. Robb’s finger popped passed the ring of muscles in his asshole and Theon slammed hard enough into Dany to make her yelp, her free arm wrapping tightly around his neck as if it was the only thing keeping her from splintering into a million pieces.
Robb released Dany’s head, unnecessary now that she was bowed over Theon, and turned Theon’s head. Robb sunk his mouth into his, sunk his tongue passed his teeth, and worked a finger in and out of him. Theon hissed into Robb’s mouth, cock thrusting into Dany in time with Robb’s pumping finger.
Dany clenched down on his shaft tightly, a low keening cry escaping her. Robb released Theon’s mouth, turning so he could capture Dany’s, swallowing her scream, as if he could taste her orgasm on her tongue, taste her pleasured release, and his hips jackknifed into her hand. It was enough for Theon, feeling her milking his cock, her wall of muscles squeezing him in the hot glove of her wet center. He plowed into her, until he could feel his cock swell with his orgasm and there was a brief moment of lucidity that sounded like¬-fuck I’m not wearing a condom and he yanked himself out, laying his jutting cock flat against her stomach, thrusting against the smooth skin until he spilled his release just below her naval.
As Theon rocked back in exhaustion, Dany hopped of the counter and dropped to her knees, and what a sight that was. If Theon hadn’t been so completely emptied he might have gotten hard against as Robb’s cock disappeared passed Dany’s kiss-swollen lips. The tight muscles in Robb’s face told Theon that he wasn’t that far off from a climax, and Robb’s fingers gripped the side of Dany’s head, allowing her to set the pace, worried that he’d hurt her-always a gentleman, Robb Stark.
“Play with his balls,” Theon said, voice baritone with exhaustion. Dany did as he suggested, one hand slipping underneath Robb’s shaft and toying with the heavy, swinging balls there. Robb groaned, neck arching so far upward that veins protruded from his skin, and Dany made a small noise as his release spilled into her mouth, throat working rapidly to swallow.
As Robb helped Dany to her shaky feet, Theon said, “Well, that was-” He wasn’t sure what that had been, except that it had been hot and if there was a possibility of a repeat he wasn’t sure how angry he’d be about it.
Dany curled weakly against Robb’s chest, head drooping. Robb and Theon shared a look. She was too exhausted to go anywhere, except maybe up to their bed.
“I don’t know,” Robb admitted. “But it felt like we needed to do it.”
The little blonde made a sound as Theon came and helped Robb gather her up. Robb went about picking up their discarded clothing and Theon went about gathering Dany to his chest. She blinked like a contented cat up at him.
“That was nice,” she murmured.
“Very nice,” Theon agreed.
“Again?”
It shocked a laugh out of him. “Not right this second,” he said but couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to that kittenish mouth of hers. “But we could do it again? Maybe?” He looked to Robb for conformation, since he had been the one to start it.
Robb nodded. “But first a shower.”
“Bath>,” Dany protested.
“Bath,” Robb relented.
Later they dozed on Robb’s bed. Dany was small enough to wedge between them, and she lay with her legs tangled in Robb’s and Theon’s arms around her waist. Theon would have thought he’d resent something between him and Robb, and maybe he would have if it had been anyone but Dany. But the Targaryen princess was damn good at worming her way passed everyone’s defenses.
Robb glanced at him from over Dany’s sleeping, downy head. Theon grinned and curled up higher over Dany, so he could seek out Robb’s mouth. If Robb was looking to add a Dany to their equation, he could deal with it-he could like it-but Robb was always going to come first and from the conceited grin Robb sent him, the feeling was mutual.
“You guys are so gross,” Dany muttered below them, and snuggled in closer.
asoiaf. blood & glory au. theon x dany x robb. pwp. but the Targaryen princess was damn good at worming her way passed everyone’s defenses ~2170 | nc17
for stephie
Theon had grown accustomed to waking up to Daenerys Targaryen munching on his Cheerios in Robb’s kitchen, slim legs tucked up under her nightshirt, spoon dangling from the edge of her mouth. Robb always had a weak spot for soft things, and nothing came softer than Dany Targaryen-fluffy white hair and thin little limbs, bird-boned and hesitant. She popped up now and again whenever he and Robb were in town and claimed a spot on their couch, usually whenever her family was being particularly terrible-not that Theon thought the Targaryens were ever not terrible-or she was having boyfriend trouble. Her boyfriends never made much sense to Theon, anyway, because personally he thought she could do a hell of a lot better than the men she wound up with.
She was sitting at the table when he padded downstairs, wearing a borrowed shirt from Robb that fell to her knees, she was such a little thing. Dany grinned cheekily at him, stabbing the air with her spoon. “You’re out of milk,” she told him.
“Because you drank it all,” Theon grumbled, scavenging the fridge for something breakfast-esque and edible since there was no such thing as cereal with no milk.
“There was only a drop left anyway,” Dany said, and polished off the last of her meal, maneuvering around him to reach the sink. Theon’s eyes briefly dropped down to the length of leg disappearing into Robb’s shirt, before shrugging and going back to his treasure hunt. Dany’s a pretty girl, but he had only ever admired her clinically-he can appreciate a firm ass, long legs, and a nice set of tits, all of which Dany had.
Robb’s footfalls are as familiar to Theon as his own and he grinned as Robb came down the stairs. “She used all our milk,” he proclaimed, jutting a thumb out at Dany.
Theon’s boyfriend was a bit of a zombie without his first cup of coffee, but he did pause long enough to send Dany a level look. Dany rolled her eyes. “I’ll stop at the store and buy you some more.”
Satisfied, Robb shuffled around Theon, heading for the aroma of black coffee that Dany had already put on. An early riser, that one. Theon snagged his wrist and kissed him, a familiar tang staining against his teeth before Robb slipped his tongue inside.
Dany made a gagging sound somewhere behind them. “Oh gross,” she said, voice charmingly accented with an impressive imitation of California Valley Girl. “If you’re gonna do that, I’ll leave.”
That was usually how Dany made her exit, pretending to be grossed out by the macking-as she put it. She wasn’t, since Robb and Theon did that on the couch too with Dany cuddled up not too far away, eyes fixated on the movie, but Targaryens loved their exit. Theon and Robb usually let her.
Except this time.
Except this time, Robb broke away from Theon and snagged Dany’s wrist, tugging until she was brought in close. “Stay,” Robb said, and turned his eyes to Theon. Theon wasn’t sure what exactly passed through them, but there was some sort of question there-some sort of pursuit for permission. And then Robb twisted at his hips, bent over Dany, and pressed his mouth to hers.
Really, a man ought to be annoyed when he saw his boyfriend kissing another person-another woman-but Theon had never been the normal sort, and his blood level shot up into the red as he took in the image. Robb, big and broad, bent over Dany, her hair a halo of white friz. Her eyes were open, in shock perhaps, and she was gathered up against Robb’s side, pressed there, and Theon knew Robb was forging his tongue into the dark, wet cave of her mouth. Dany made a small, pleased sound at the back of her throat. Theon’s cock was already half-hard in his sleep pants and he wondered if this had sort of been like destiny all along, an inevitable conclusion to letting Daenerys Targaryen crash into their lives.
Dany turned her head away from Robb to look at him, cheeks flushed with high color. Was she asking permission, too? Theon wasn’t sure, but somewhere between Robb’s stay and watching his boyfriend kiss another woman, he’d given his permission. Robb backed away when Theon reached for her.
She tasted like something fresh, pure, like milk and cereal and a hint of coffee, and her pelvis jammed against his and sent a rocket of lust up into his groin. He gripped her hips, nails digging in, and she panted against his mouth. Robb’s hand slid through Theon’s hair, the pressure light, and Theon lifted Dany until she sat on the edge of the counter, her legs spread wide so Theon could step into the cradle of her thighs. He sucked a red ring on her neck as she arched against him, and between their bodies he felt Robb’s other hand work the tail of Dany’s shirt up over her waist.
He broke away so Robb could lift the shirt over Dany’s head and it had been a while-since he’d cared about a set of breasts but Dany had a fine pair, small and high, and Robb’s hand reached back down to play with her bright red nipples and whatever reservations he might have had about right here right now the three of us were thrown out the window.
Theon turned his head, and Robb was there, already knowing he wanted his mouth. Dany’s little, slender fingers worked at the elastic of his pants, sliding them down over his hip. His fingers toyed with the lace of her panties, pushing it against her entrance, rubbing against her mound, and Dany’s fingers scored his shoulders. He liked that, too. He slipped a hand into Robb’s pants, boxer-less because they’d fucked the night before, and curled his hand around his boyfriend’s half-hard cock, knowing just where and how to touch to get him off.
“Theon,” Robb groaned, thrusting into his hand, leaning closer to him so they were all crowded around this little square of countertop. His ginger head dropped to Theon’s shoulder, just above where Dany gripped, and planted a kiss, sloppy and wet.
“Please,” Dany hissed, thrusting against his fingers. She cried out as Theon slipped a digit inside her, then two, and pressed his thumb onto her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut, hands moving up to grip Theon’s hair. “Please.”
“What do you want?” Robb asked huskily, turning his mouth from Theon’s shoulder so she could hear him.
“Fuck,” Dany cried as Theon pressed his fingers knuckle-deep inside her.
“Very specific,” Theon teased. Robb’s hand slipped up and down the length of his spine, just teasing the start of Theon’s ass, and it felt like fire was gnawing at the small of his back from want.
Dany scooted to the very edge of the counter, and gripped his cock in one hand. “I want this,” she panted. “I want this inside me.”
Theon released Robb’s cock, who groaned in mild protest. Dany took up where he left off, leaning slightly to the left and curling her hand around the shaft, pumping it with long, languid strokes. She’d been studying him, Theon realized, and couldn’t stop the grin.
His fingers found purchase on her hips as he pressed his cock to the tight opening at the apex of her thighs. Robb groaned at his throat as Dany worked his turgid length, and Theon slid inch by aching inch inside her until he was buried at the hilt. Dany was tight and hot, and clenched around his throbbing dick. Her knees came up, locking at his waist, as he reared back and slammed into her. The force of it skidded her back an inch and her head slapped noisily against the cabinet.
“Sorry, sorry,” Theon said with a wince.
Robb laughed. “Gentle, Theon.” He reached over with one hand and cupped the back of Dany’s hand, dark fingers stark against the white of her hair.
“Don’t be gentle,” Dany argued, and grinded against him. Theon groaned and couldn’t stop from plunging into her. This time, her head was protected by Robb’s hand, and the cabinet rattled dangerously.
Theon gripped the counter with one hand, arching over Dany. He tongued her breasts, teeth worrying her nipples until they were distended, pebble-hard. Robb’s free hand was still trailing up and down his back, though now had crossed the place below the dip of his spine and stroked his ass cheeks with callous fingertips. Theon hissed a breath out between his lips and pumped into Dany, watching as her small, white hand mimicked his movements on Robb’s cock. Robb’s finger popped passed the ring of muscles in his asshole and Theon slammed hard enough into Dany to make her yelp, her free arm wrapping tightly around his neck as if it was the only thing keeping her from splintering into a million pieces.
Robb released Dany’s head, unnecessary now that she was bowed over Theon, and turned Theon’s head. Robb sunk his mouth into his, sunk his tongue passed his teeth, and worked a finger in and out of him. Theon hissed into Robb’s mouth, cock thrusting into Dany in time with Robb’s pumping finger.
Dany clenched down on his shaft tightly, a low keening cry escaping her. Robb released Theon’s mouth, turning so he could capture Dany’s, swallowing her scream, as if he could taste her orgasm on her tongue, taste her pleasured release, and his hips jackknifed into her hand. It was enough for Theon, feeling her milking his cock, her wall of muscles squeezing him in the hot glove of her wet center. He plowed into her, until he could feel his cock swell with his orgasm and there was a brief moment of lucidity that sounded like¬-fuck I’m not wearing a condom and he yanked himself out, laying his jutting cock flat against her stomach, thrusting against the smooth skin until he spilled his release just below her naval.
As Theon rocked back in exhaustion, Dany hopped of the counter and dropped to her knees, and what a sight that was. If Theon hadn’t been so completely emptied he might have gotten hard against as Robb’s cock disappeared passed Dany’s kiss-swollen lips. The tight muscles in Robb’s face told Theon that he wasn’t that far off from a climax, and Robb’s fingers gripped the side of Dany’s head, allowing her to set the pace, worried that he’d hurt her-always a gentleman, Robb Stark.
“Play with his balls,” Theon said, voice baritone with exhaustion. Dany did as he suggested, one hand slipping underneath Robb’s shaft and toying with the heavy, swinging balls there. Robb groaned, neck arching so far upward that veins protruded from his skin, and Dany made a small noise as his release spilled into her mouth, throat working rapidly to swallow.
As Robb helped Dany to her shaky feet, Theon said, “Well, that was-” He wasn’t sure what that had been, except that it had been hot and if there was a possibility of a repeat he wasn’t sure how angry he’d be about it.
Dany curled weakly against Robb’s chest, head drooping. Robb and Theon shared a look. She was too exhausted to go anywhere, except maybe up to their bed.
“I don’t know,” Robb admitted. “But it felt like we needed to do it.”
The little blonde made a sound as Theon came and helped Robb gather her up. Robb went about picking up their discarded clothing and Theon went about gathering Dany to his chest. She blinked like a contented cat up at him.
“That was nice,” she murmured.
“Very nice,” Theon agreed.
“Again?”
It shocked a laugh out of him. “Not right this second,” he said but couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to that kittenish mouth of hers. “But we could do it again? Maybe?” He looked to Robb for conformation, since he had been the one to start it.
Robb nodded. “But first a shower.”
“Bath>,” Dany protested.
“Bath,” Robb relented.
Later they dozed on Robb’s bed. Dany was small enough to wedge between them, and she lay with her legs tangled in Robb’s and Theon’s arms around her waist. Theon would have thought he’d resent something between him and Robb, and maybe he would have if it had been anyone but Dany. But the Targaryen princess was damn good at worming her way passed everyone’s defenses.
Robb glanced at him from over Dany’s sleeping, downy head. Theon grinned and curled up higher over Dany, so he could seek out Robb’s mouth. If Robb was looking to add a Dany to their equation, he could deal with it-he could like it-but Robb was always going to come first and from the conceited grin Robb sent him, the feeling was mutual.
“You guys are so gross,” Dany muttered below them, and snuggled in closer.