Since You Mentioned Harwin (smut Pleek)

Since you mentioned Harwin… (smut pleek)

Princess | Harwin Strong

i had no idea what you wanted other than *harwin* so i hope you like this!! (tho the title sucks so bad but i’m too lazy to think of a better one)

warnings: smut, 18+, mentions of loss of virginity?, bits of fluff ig, fem!reader (?) x harwin but other than that there’s no specifications!

idk how to do this warning shit ngl. also my first time writing smut and you didn’t really specify so… also it’s not proof read at all so read at your own risk

summary: the morning after ser harwin breakbones carries his princess to safety and has his way with her

word count: 1.2k (ish)

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Whispers of dawn kissed her cheeks, bursts of gold rallying against the dark of her closed eyes, and the Princess smiled against the softness of her pillow as she registered the warm weight slung over her bare hips.

Harwin’s calloused hand was splayed against her stomach, holding her close throughout the night and break of day. Her smile grew wider as he grumbled unintelligibly and his grip tightened. She could only spare half a thought for her dear sister - poor Rhaenyra stuck with a heartbroken Laenor on her wedding night - as she felt her new found lover stir.

“Good morning, Princess.”

His voice, deep and still cloaked in sleep, was laced with a sense of smug satisfaction she would have found insufferable on anyone else. Luckily for Ser Harwin Strong, she found him far too endearing for her own good. “Good morning, Ser.”

She could feel his lazy grin against her shoulder as he peppered gentle kisses along her smooth skin. “So proper,” he teased as his kisses reached the slope of her neck.

“I’m a Princess,” she sniffed, tilting her head.

He smirked and bit her neck lightly, “A dirty Princess, what would your father think?”

Holding in her whimper, the Princess arched a brow despite knowing he couldn’t possibly see it. “I’d rather not think of my father at all, thank you.”

Harwin hummed as he nuzzled her jawline. His heated breath made her shiver and his grin widened. Last night felt like a dream - one he’d had many, many times over the past few moons. A dream that was often accompanied by his hand in his trousers after. King Viserys would have his head on a spike if he ever found out just what the knight had done to his precious daughter, but Harwin couldn’t find it in him to care much. He had the most beautiful woman in Westeros in his arms and he wasn’t about to let any man - King or not - stop him from relishing this moment.

She turned to face him and his heart stuttered at the softness in her eyes as she smiled. No one had looked at him like that before, certainly not a Princess.

“What?”

His own smile turned just as soft. “You’re beautiful.”

She snorted lightly and he had to stop himself from looking like a complete idiot and confessing his love and adoration at the sound. “Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight.”

He couldn’t help himself; he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and grasped her chin delicately in his large hand. Gods when had he last been this gentle with anyone? She seemed so small compared to him - although most people were small to him - and his chest felt tight in the best possible way as he looked at her. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen.”

A blush crept up her neck and Harwin smiled smugly at the sight. She had been so confident the night prior, seeing her uncharacteristic shyness before him now made his cock stiffen and, judging by her deepening flush, she could feel it too. “You’re the first man I’ve lain with,” she admitted.

He didn’t tell her that he hoped he’d be the only man she’d ever lie with. Instead he opted for the safer choice, “Well one union had to be consummated, Gods know your sister’s wasn’t.”

She gasped indignantly and slapped his chest. “Ser Harwin!”

Clasping her hand to his chest, he leaned over. “Yes, Princess?” He was lying fully on top of her now and he felt his pride swell as her eyes flickered to his lips.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I figured that having fucked the King’s daughter, a few jests on his heir’s behalf couldn’t make things much worse.” He grinned as she gaped up at him and took the opportunity to finally kiss her lips again.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips for his tongue. Harwin made her feel a thousand things at once. She couldn’t tell if she was excited or scared or shy or offended anymore, all she knew for certain was the very obvious effect he had on her body.

The Princess had resigned herself to admiring the knight from afar until he had carried her to her rooms during the commotion at Rhaenyra’s wedding. Having him in her rooms after saving her like that… how was she meant to resist him?

She was no damsel in need of saving like in one of the stories her mother had told her as a child, but being tossed over his strong shoulder after he had immediately stepped into the fray to save her set off the butterflies in her stomach.

It was wrong. Her father would lose his mind if he found out, especially after the recent rumours of her sister’s indiscretions. But she couldn’t ignore the thought that he might consent to a match between them and her groan as Harwin slipped his hand between her thighs was far louder than she had expected.

“You’re so wet for me, Princess.”

She groaned again and shut her eyes, unable to stop herself from grinding against the palm of his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Harwin didn’t bother to disguise his own groan as he watched his fingers disappear into her over and over.

“Look at me.”

It took an embarrassing amount of effort for her eyes to open and find his. His intense stare alone almost pushed her over the edge.

“You’re going to look at me while you come undone on my fingers, Princess.”

She couldn’t hold back her whimper. “Yes,” she breathed.

Harwin grinned at her. “Good girl.” He added a third finger and watched as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay. Gods she was stunning: legs spread wide just for him, hair wild against her pillow and her chest flushed.

“Harwin.”

“Princess?”

She could barely form a sentence. “Please.”

“Use your words.”

A brilliant shade of pink covered her cheeks. She’d never felt so submissive in her life. She was a Princess, she wasn’t meant to take orders from those beneath her, and yet here she was acting like a whore - on the verge of begging - for a mere knight. Gods she loved it. “I can feel it, please.”

“Such a good Princess,” Harwin murmured as his fingers found her clitoris. Her moans were so loud he almost feared the entirety of the Red Keep would hear but he didn’t stop and he didn’t dare tell her to be quiet. “Let go for me.”

He felt her shutter around his digits and he stared, transfixed, at the way her thighs shook and her bosom heaved. Her moans gradually turned to soft whimpers and Harwin made sure she watched as he licked his fingers clean. She tasted even better than she had last night.

It took a few minutes for his Princess to catch her shaky breath and Harwin swallowed roughly as he studied the glisten of sweat on her brow. “I suppose I ought to do the honourable thing now.”

The Princess looked at him in confusion, mind still clouded with pleasure. “Honourable thing?”

He couldn’t stop himself this time. “I’m going to love you, wed you and fuck you for the rest of your life, Princess.”

Fire

R is for Rivals

You’re the cool leader of Jackson. Who the fuck is Joel Miller? 

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader  Warnings: Hate fucking, really. Joel is mean. Reader is also mean. Unprotected p-in-v, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, choking, scratching, slapping, age difference. We gettin’ rough up in here, yall. also p.s., sorry if my writing in the beginning is sloppy, i really just wanted to get into the dirty stuff lmfaoooo. and this isn't proofread, i'm sorry i'm sorry.

For months, you’ve been the cool superior of Jackson. Being young gave you an advantage that a lot of the other higher-ups didn’t have. The kids in town came to you for support. And the adults, the ones much older than you, were impressed by your quick wit and eagerness to learn. You had charm, youth, and vigor on your side. It’s the only reason you were offered such a powerful position in the town at your age. 

So you can imagine your surprise when you begin to hear talks around town about someone named “Joel” and just how interesting and mysterious he is. Apparently, he’s some super impressive old man who is also handsome and scary and the brother of Tommy. Nepotism, of course. Your first thought. Your second thought is - who the fuck is this guy and why is he trying to swerve into your lane? 

You are the fun leader. You are the one who always has large groups and endless patrol list requests. People come to you for the excitement, for your personality. But now, there are whispers of Joel. Joel this. Joel that. Well, you’ve had enough of Joel. 

Is it petty? Immature? Maybe. Okay, yes, it is. But do you care? No. After the fourth person brings up that man’s name, you can’t sit quietly anymore. Patience has never been your strong suit. 

You make a plan to confront Joel about overstepping. He’s new, so he doesn’t know how things work around here yet. And that’s okay, you suppose. You can fill him in. And maybe he’ll back off, and you’ll get your fanbase back. Perhaps you're being a little dramatic, but what else do you have to look forward to these days? Celebrities aren't real anymore. But you're as close as it gets. 

So you're on a mission as you stomp your way through town, dipping into shops and checking around corners for any sight of Tommy or Maria or whoever that might know something about Joel's whereabouts. Passersby offer you friendly smiles, asking how you are, making usual chit-chat. You appreciate their efforts, but you’re still salty that your normal band of followers has fucked off to tail someone else. So you aren't exactly in the mood for conversation. 

When you make it to the stables, you find Tommy speaking with Ian, one of the men who work with the horses. Tommy greets you, unaware of your irritation, which only flares up more when you learn that Joel is on a patrol. By request of the residents. The ones that usually line up to work with you. 

That pisses you off. No one invited you to the outing. You don’t think it’s fair, but you swallow your pressing thoughts and thank Tommy for the information. The last thing you need to do is complain to your rival’s brother. 

Defeated, you return home and spend the rest of the day deciding how to approach this intruder. Knowing that he’s related to the most powerful couple in town, you should be polite. You should be friendly - introduce yourself and make nice. But hey, you’re still young. Sure, you’ve had to grow up pretty quickly in this environment, but you still get to act like a brat. It’s your obligation as a youth. 

A quick shower, nap, and some food restore your energy, adding a pep to your step and determination in your heart. You’re sure the last patrol group is back by now. It’s nightfall, and Maria is adamant about everyone returning before it gets pitch black. 

They’re probably all gathered at Seth’s, which isn’t your favorite place to hang out since he gives you the creeps. But you’ll suffer if it means meeting the enemy. Even though you spent all day thinking over what you were going to say, you’re at a total loss for words. You don’t want to show immaturity, but damn it, you’re pissed. 

So you swing open the door, immediately overwhelmed by the number of bodies throughout the room. Is this Joel’s doing? Does he have this kind of pull already? 

“Christ, who is this guy?” You mumble to yourself as you squeeze through groups of people, all whispering to themselves. You spot Tommy easily and assume that Joel will be close by. When you get a moment of space, you let your eyes scan your surroundings and sure enough, standing next to Tommy stands an unfamiliar man with an unfamiliar girl. 

Joel.

You hate to admit this; you really do. But as you stare at his large figure, drinking in his rugged features, you can’t stop yourself from thinking he is, actually, hot as fuck. He’s tall and fit with dark hair and intense eyes. For a second, you forget you’re supposed to hate him, as he looks like an actual God standing before you. 

Okay, you get the hype a little bit. 

Maybe you can be friends. Maybe you can work together. You wouldn’t mind having someone like him on your side… Even if it’s just to look at him. 

New plan. You compose yourself and glide over, ready to make your introductions. A smile finds your lips, albeit hesitantly. You're still competitive, after all. Tommy notices you and stops talking, offering you his arm for a hug, which you accept. 

“Hey, kid,” he says, playfully ruffling your hair. “Missed ya today. Hope you got enough rest, you’ve got a big patrol tomorrow.” He tells you. 

“Really?” You beam, happy to hear that some of this town still has their loyalty to you. “That’s great. I can’t wait!” 

“Joel,” Tommy acknowledges his brother. “This girl right here is special,” he says as he introduces you by name. “I think you’ll find her rather impressive. She’s the youngest leader in Jackson.” 

Tommy speaks like he’s proud of you. And you’re extremely thankful for his praises. All those positive words go to your head, stroking the embers of your ego. You turn to Joel, waiting for his thoughts, frowning when he begins laughing. 

“You’re kiddin’ me, right?” He asks, looking at Tommy with bewilderment. “You put a child in charge?” His face is cold and emotionless. The warmth that had been decorating his facade has slipped as he stares you down. 

“Hey!” You snap, instantly offended, your own switch flipping. “I’m not a child. I’m 21, thank you very much.” Ew, you think. What a dick. Your first assumption about him was correct, and you were stupid to think otherwise. But that's what you get for letting lust take over your command. 

“Right,” he chuckles, brushing you off like you’re nothing more than an interruption. A child. “Tommy, there’s no way this girl is qualified to run anything.” His words are hurtful, and he doesn't even care that you're standing right there. 

Well, you can be just as rash. “And you are, grandpa?” You huff, taking Tommy and the unnamed girl by surprise. The girl slowly steps away until she's out of the picture, but you continue on your rant. “You sure you can handle it out there? Aren’t you afraid of breaking a hip?” 

“Oh, that's mature of you,” Joel scoffs, pointing out exactly what you were thinking. Not your best response, and you’re sure Tommy is less than thrilled with you right now. But fuck that. You’re not going to let some stranger talk down on you like this. Who cares how important he thinks he is?

“Hey, man,” you start, closing the gap between the two of you. He has a whole foot on you as far as height goes, but you've taken down men bigger than him before because you're young. You're not afraid of him. “You don’t know shit about me. I came over here to introduce myself. I have done nothing to deserve this. Who the fuck are you?" 

Joel rolls his eyes, putting up a hand to stop your babbling. How dare he treat you that way? You look at Tommy, your mouth agape as your brain tries to scramble together a few words. Unfortunately, he’s of no help, just as lost as you are. He didn't think Joel was still surly. 

The older Miller doesn’t say another word to you, and it irritates you more than it should. You decide, from then on, Joel Miller is your opponent. And anytime someone mentions him, your blood boils. 

Months have passed, and for the residents of Jackson, they find their entertainment in the rivalry that’s built up between you and Tommy Miller’s older brother. They love to gossip about you and Joel. And even though it’s been a long time, you still can’t find common ground. He’s so full of himself. And you hate it. He acts like he’s better than everyone. And you know he’s not. 

You don’t have a problem letting him know that. Especially when he’s being a dick for no apparent reason. Looking at you with disgust. Snickering behind your back. And you're the child. God, you hate him. 

For example, one day, all you were doing was minding your own damn business at the bar. Your friends were there for a few minutes to catch up and ask your advice on something personal. And Joel, well, Joel had to make a comment about “daycare” or something along those lines, and you just lost it. 

You let your anger get the best of you, taking your drink and throwing it in his face. Of course, that caused him to lash out, grabbing you by the wrist and calling you an entitled brat with no grasp on the real world. If it hadn't been for Seth, that creep, you would have clawed Joel's eyes out with no remorse. 

But...there's always someone around to stop you from tearing that man to shreds. 

And that's how you ended up here, once again, arguing with Joel and Tommy at Seth's place. Someone, probably Maria, thought it would be funny to pair the two of you up for patrol tomorrow. She figured you’d either work out your issues or one of you would end up dead. Either way, the tension in Jackson would be gone. 

Maybe that’s drastic. But you wouldn’t put it past her. 

“It’s bullshit, Tommy!” Joel yells, snapping you back to the situation at hand. His face is written in anger, gritting his teeth as he repeatedly curses out his little brother for putting the two of you together. “This is ridiculous, I’m not takin' part in this!” 

“Joel, wait a damn minute,” Tommy interjects before his brother causes an even bigger scene. “This is for your own good!” He shouts, trying to convince even himself that this was the right decision. 

“My own good,” Joel seethes in disbelief. “Right. Ya know, you were stupid to put a goddamn kid in charge around here! She’s gonna get both of us killed. I’m not a goddamn babysitter!” 

Joel writes you off quickly, and it’s something that bothers you in ways you don’t quite understand. You work hard to prove yourself worthy of your position in Jackson. Having someone like Joel dismiss you without care is hurtful because you know that others will listen to him. They will follow along. 

“Hey, that’s not fair!” You chime in, standing up for yourself. “You don’t know what I’m capable of. I’ve done a damn good job of keeping these people safe. You don’t get to take that away from me!” 

“Oh, you know what?” Joel scoffs, simply irritated by the sound of your voice. “You can talk all you want, but the fact is - you are useless to me. You're just a stupid kid. And I'm not--” 

“Enough!” 

The loud interruption comes from Maria, standing off to the side with her hands on her hips, disappointment in her eyes. She looks at you, and at that moment, you want to scrunch up into a ball and die. This woman trusts you with her town, with her family. And here you are…acting like that angsty teenager she first met. Words can’t express how guilty you feel. 

But then she looks at Joel, and your heart rate slows as the heat is off you. You wonder if she’ll say anything to the older man. He’s the adult here. Well, the more mature adult. He should know better, right? Tommy’s brother or not, he should be put in his place. His words really hurt you...

“Joel,” she scolds, zeroing in on him. “This is for your own good. You need to learn how to get along with others. I paired you together because I feel like she can learn a lot from you,” Maria admits as she gestures to where you sit, slumped back against the wall with a sour stomach. “She’s a lot tougher than you think. And if you offered her a chance, you would be impressed.” 

You look at Joel, noting the tightness in his jaw as he bites his tongue to hold back some snarky comment. He doesn’t like hearing what Maria has to say, it’s so easy to pick up on. But he’s respectful enough to keep his mouth shut around her. At least it’s not all women he seems to disrespect. 

“And you,” she huffs as her attention shifts to you. Well, shit. You should have known you wouldn’t come out of this unscathed. “I admire your passion, I do. But honey, you’ve got to pull that in. You’re still mouthy, and no one wants to take orders from a naive, foolish girl.” 

“I’m sorry, Maria,” you say quickly, shame creeping its way up your spine. You stand back up and dust off your jeans, sheepishly looking at her. “You’re right.” 

“I know,” the woman states, crossing her arms in finality. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Joel,” she starts, eyes darting back to the bitter man beside you. “Think about Ellie,” she says, grabbing your attention. You take a chance to steal a gaze at the young girl, curious to know what her deal is. She doesn’t say much, and mostly sticks to Joel’s side like glue. A lot of questions linger at the back of your mind… “Ellie could learn a lot from this one.” She ends her sentence by nodding at you. 

And all it takes is that gentle notion from Maria. Your insecurities wash away, and whatever thoughts Joel may have of you, well, you don’t care anymore. Maria’s words are reassuring, and you appreciate the faith she has in you. 

Ellie blushes at the mention of her name and follows Maria out of the diner, the two of them speaking in whispers. When they're gone, you turn around and face Joel. Your confidence is back seeing him knocked down a few pegs. 

“See you tomorrow!” You chirp, holding your head high, bouncing away on your heels as you feel on top of the world. Tomorrow will be fine. 

The next morning, you’re up bright and early, just in time to see the sun peek through the clouds and welcome you. It’s a new day and although you spent most of the night tossing and turning, you’re ready to head out with Joel. You’ve made the decision to be the bigger person today. Be the person Maria knows you are. 

You’re the first one at the stables, greeting Ian with a bright smile and a little treat from home. You like to bake in your spare time, and you know that Ian appreciates the goodies you bring for him since he doesn’t get much time away in the mornings. Another little thing the residents love about you. 

You’re thoughtful. 

“Is she ready?” You ask, looking past him for your horse, Siren. 

Ian nods, pocketing the muffin for a later time. “All yours, m’lady,” he says as he hands you the reins. “Nice day today,” he adds, looking up at the sky. “She’ll be happy to stretch her legs.” 

“I bet,” you coo, giving your loveable horse some much needed affection. “I’m actually looking forward to the sunshine, too.” 

“Company,” Ian blurts before you can continue on with your thoughts. You crane your neck to look to where you just came from and sure enough, you see Joel stomping his way towards you with a sour look on his face. “Someone ain’t a morning person,” Ian chuckles. 

“Guess not,” you snort and hop on Siren. “Good morning, Joel,” you say blandly, maintaining a neutral expression. You can’t be nice, but you can be indifferent. “Lovely weather, isn’t it?” 

He looks at you, lip twitching in annoyance. “Whatever,” he grumbles, walking past you to his own horse. 

Wonderful, you think. Awesome. This is going to be the best patrol of your life! 

The gates close, and you and Joel head up the trail in silence. He doesn’t even look at you, doesn’t give you the time of day. His horse trots in front of yours, giving you the perfect view of his back. If only you had something you could throw at him, maybe knock him off his horse, watch him fall to the ground. 

You laugh to yourself at the thought, and it’s enough to grab Joel’s attention. He stops suddenly, letting you catch up. Once your horses are side-by-side, he sneers at you. 

“Somethin’ funny?” He snaps, his large hands turning into fists from sheer frustration. 

“Not at all,” you lie with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“God,” he groans, shaking his head. “Can’t believe I got stuck with you,” he mutters. 

“Well,” you hiss, “I’m not exactly thrilled to be out here with you, either. Let’s just…get this over with. It’ll go by much faster if you stop complaining about a 21 year old girl!” 

Irritation takes over and you give in to it, ordering Siren to ride ahead of Joel. You’re trying to be better, to be good. But it’s so fucking difficult with that man. Your mere existence seems to set him off. 

It doesn’t take long after that to reach the first outpost. You tie Siren up outside, quickly entering the old library and leaving Joel behind. He comes in after you, boots echoing against the crumbling floor. You walk in different directions to check out each room before meeting up to sign the ledger. 

You check the notes from the previous patrol, humming to yourself as you read through what Eugene left behind. Next to you, Joel taps his foot impatiently, and you can feel his body practically towering over you. But you don’t rush. You let out a little laugh at the drawing Eugene and his partner left for you and for whatever reason, that makes Joel snap. 

“Can you hurry the fuck up?” He grumbles with crossed arms. “What’s so damn amusing in that book?” 

“What is wrong with you?” You decide to ask, slamming the notebook shut and throwing the pen down beside it. You walk around the desk, putting objects between you and Joel for his safety. “Are you always this rude? Even to your brother? Or that girl…Ellie?” 

“That’s none of your business,” he warns, circling the desk you purposely put yourself behind. He comes up to you and you almost stumble back in fear at the pure rage in his eyes. But you hold your ground. “The only issue I have here is workin’ with some juvenile brat.” 

“Me?” You huff in disbelief. “I’m the brat? You’ve been nothing but a dick since I met you! How have I offended you that badly? Or are you jealous? You’re not in your prime anymore, are you? Hate to see us younger folk taking over?” 

He shakes his head and slams his fist onto the desk. “You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” He taunts with a smug grin. “I’ve heard the stories. You’re the fun one. The young one. People like you.” 

“Yeah, and?” You breathe once you realize how close he’s gotten to you. 

He smiles and leans down so his breath crashes against the side of your face. He brings his lips to your ear and in the quietest voice, he says, “the only reason these people like you is because they want to fuck you.” 

You’re so taken aback by his remark, fuming at the audacity of his accusation. Without hesitation, you bring your hand up and slap him harshly across the face. He lets out a laugh, grabbing you by the wrist. 

“Watch yourself, little bitch,” he spits and a fire flares within you. You raise your other hand, but Joel’s quick, grabbing you before you can touch him. He spins you around and shoves you back against the desk, making you let out a tiny whimper. 

You’re both breathing heavily. Joel’s hard body is firmly pressed to yours. Maybe it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the emotions that have been building in you since you met, but you can’t deny there is something there. 

So when his eyes flick to your lips, you throw caution to the wind. You lean into him, pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss he eagerly returns, letting go of your wrists and instead grabbing you by the back of your head. He tugs on your hair as your hands smooth over his chest. This wanton fascination cascades over you with your nails clawing at the buttons of Joel’s shirt. 

Not exactly what you were imagining for today, but now it’s all you can think about. The hostility towards Joel threatens to bubble over, frothing inside of you, screaming to release. This is the healthiest way, yeah? This or murder… And from the way he firmly bites on your lip, you know this will feel so much better. 

“Fuck,” he drawls out, long and breathy as his hand moves to cup your face. The other squeezes against your hip, practically shaking as he bunches up your shirt. Your body reacts the only way it knows how, pouting and letting out a delicious moan that makes Joel laugh his stupid fucking cocky laugh. “Oh?” He teases, dragging his hand down from your cheek to your chin, tilting your head up. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? All this time. You want someone to fuck you stupid.” 

Resentment simmers low in your belly, but it’s, unfortunately, not the only thing you’re feeling. You can’t deny what Joel said is true. Even when he’s rude to you, you just want him to use those words, call you those names, while his dick is buried inside of you. A classic hate fuck. 

“Answer me,” Joel demands in a low voice, his thumb brushing over the plushness of your bottom lip. His eyes meet yours, forcing you to hold the uncomfortable contact and making you squirm. “Tell me you fuckin’ want me,” he growls in a whisper. 

You glare at him. He has you right where he wants you and you hold no power here. “I want you,” you state through gritted teeth. 

The smile that stretches across his lips is perverse and you want to kiss it right off of him. But you can’t. Joel uses his strength to lift you off your feet easily, dropping you on the desk and forcefully pushing you down until your back hits the cold wood. You spread your legs on instinct and Joel fits between them easily. His palm slides up your body, between your tits until it wraps around your throat. 

Joel notices the way your eyes gleam with excitement and the tiny sound you make as his fingertips dig into your soft flesh. A light clicks in his mind as he discovers one of your nasty little secrets. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, experimentally gripping your throat a little harder. “You like the way my hand feels, cutting off your breath, squeezing so fucking tight your eyes roll back until you see stars. You feel helpless, huh? I have the power here. I’m in charge.” He sets his gaze over your weak body. “I could fuckin’ break you.”  

You whine, attempting to speak, but you can’t. All you can do is choke and nod your head the tiniest bit as ecstasy sets in. You’re stupid to trust him. You are. But fuck, he’s so good. 

“What’s the matter, bunny?” Joel taunts in a voice sickeningly sweet. Bunny. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is. But no one’s ever called you that before. “Can’t speak?” He chuckles as he loosens his grip, proving he won’t actually hurt you. But he smirks. “Good. That’s just the way I like you.” 

“J-Joel,” you choke and he removes his fingers from the side of your neck. He gives you time to catch your breath, watching your chest rise and fall with each deep inhale you take. 

“Say it,” he demands as he pushes up your shirt. You sit up weakly just long enough for him to take it off and throw it to the ground. His hands immediately grab your tits and you let out a raspy moan. “Whatever you’re thinking,” Joel groans. “Say it.” 

“Fuck you,” you spit, digging your nails into his forearms and shoving his hands off of you. You sit up and reach for his jeans, but he slaps your fingers away. 

“I don’t think so,” he says darkly, easily knocking you back down. His body hovers over you and the urge to kiss him bites at your tongue. “I’ll be the one fucking you.” 

You sneer and grab his shirt, bringing him down onto you. Your lips meet in a bruising kiss again, his mouth claiming yours, asserting his dominance. He kisses you so hard the air gets knocked from your lungs. Your throat burns, eyelids grow heavy, but you can’t pull away from him. His lips are so warm, so fierce. And his tongue is so silky as it glides against yours. 

“You’re such an asshole,” you mutter between kisses, yanking on his hair as you catch your breath once more. He seems to like when you tug at his scalp, groaning in delight each time your fingers pull at the salt and pepper strands. 

“And you’re a bratty little bitch,” Joel snaps back, dragging your lip between his teeth, biting down and making you squeak. “Still gonna fuck you, though. Somebody’s gotta fuck that attitude out of you.” 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes and capture his lips again. His kiss is addictive, tantalizing. You’re on fire from your toes to your fingers and you crave more. 

When you let out a soft gasp, Joel breaks. He grabs your throat again, keeping you pinned to the desk as he kisses you with everything in him. His other hand trails down to your thigh, lifting your hips into his, leaving no space. He grinds himself into you, and you groan at the friction of his hardening dick pressing to your core. Fuck, you hate him. And that makes this so much hotter. 

“Goddamn,” he breathes, squeezing your ass for the first time. “You are so fuckin’ hot,” he mutters as you arch your body into him. “And so fuckin’ needy,” he comments at your desperate wiggling beneath him. “You look good like this. Bet you’d look even better drunk on my cock, huh?” 

“Are you gonna talk about fucking me or are you actually going to fuck me?” You huff, smacking at his chest, which is still hidden behind his damn shirt. You tilt your head just as a smart comment rolls off your tongue. “Do you even have it in you, old man?” 

Joel’s eyes darken at your quip, his large hand around your throat tightens before sliding up to knot in your hair. He grabs a handful of your locks, and yanks your head back, exposing your pretty neck to him. “Impatient one, aren’t you? Are you that desperate for my cock? My greedy little bunny,” he coos, his other hand smacking your ass. Hard. 

You gasp at the feeling and let out the most pathetic sound you’ve ever heard. Of course, it makes him smirk. You’ll never hear the end of this. Might as well play along. So you bite your lip and nod your head, letting out another whimper. “Fuck me, Joel,” you purr, voice soft and sweet, despite the crude words that follow. “Fuck me like I’m a slut… Like I’m your slut. If you can.”

His jaw clenches and his lips dip to your neck. He kisses the area softly before his teeth scrape over your beautiful skin. He bites at your pulse point, soothing the sting with his tongue before repeating the action. He kisses down your neck, nibbling at every inch of skin available to him, leaving bruises, reminders - a branding. You’re his now. All while his hard dick ruts into you. 

His beard tickles you as he sucks your sensitive flesh past his lips, but this is no time to laugh or giggle. There’s nothing light and playful about this. This is pure hatred flowing out of both of you, coming together the only way that seems fitting. 

Your eager hands shove his flannel over his shoulders and he shimmies out of it until it hits the floor, followed by his gray undershirt. He’s quick to work on your jeans, pulling them down in frustration. You’d offer to help, but seeing him struggle is much better. 

“Damn it, even your pants are a pain in the ass,” he grumbles as he finally gets you out of them. He throws them to the ground and eyes you over.  “But fuck, look at you,” he groans, long fingers tracing the thin fabric of your panties. He slips his finger beneath the band, sweeping between your dripping folds. “So wet already, baby,” he smirks, doing it again. “You like it when I touch you? You like when I choke you?” 

“Uh huh,” you moan, tilting your hips up, enamored by his touch. His fingers are rough and calloused, but they feel so good gliding over your slit. You shamelessly push back against his hand, needing more, needing to feel full. 

“Desperate slut,” he scoffs, but slides his finger into you with ease. You gasp at the intrusion, squirming at the feeling of his finger inside you. It’s been so long for you, you’re overly sensitive. The last time you hooked up with someone was when you first got to Jackson. When Joel adds a second finger, you nearly lose it. “Figures you get off on this,” he chuckles, pulsing two fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. 

He kisses your lips as he finger fucks you quickly. The obscene sounds you make as your pussy squelches around him would embarrass you if you weren’t in such a euphoric state. Instead, it makes you eager for more. You want it all. “God, Joel, go faster,” you huff as your walls clench around him. 

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do,” he warns as he turns his wrist, slowing down a bit so he’s barely hitting that sweet spot inside of you. He’s cruel, but you already know this. “Take what I give you like the sweet little slut you are,” he demands. 

“I fucking hate you,” you groan in frustration, desperate for his fingers. “Arrogant ass—”

“Of course you do,” Joel chuckles and slams his fingers past your walls again. “That’s why your pretty little pussy is clenching around my fingers. Tell me the truth, bunny, tell me you fuckin’ want it. Tell me you want my cock inside you.” 

Your mind goes hazy as Joel begins to toy with your clit. Each sensation soaring through you right now is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. But you’re stubborn, refusing to utter those words to Joel. But then he slips a third finger inside of you, curling them and filling you up. He grabs you by the neck again and forces you to look at him. 

“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me you’re a dirty fuckin’ whore who needs my cock.” 

You can’t help it. His words are so hot and go straight to your dripping pussy. “Fuck,” you gasp as your head empties of any and all thoughts. You can’t believe you’re going to do this. Give in to Joel Fucking Miller. “I want it, Joel,” you murmur. “I’m a whore and I need your cock.” 

“Good girl,” he praises, stopping his brutal motions and slipping his fingers out of you. He flicks his tongue over his glistening digits before guiding them to your lips. “Taste yourself, bunny,” orders. “See how sweet you taste.” You open your mouth like a good girl and suck on his fingers, rolling your tongue over them and tasting your juices. “That mouth is good for something other than complaining,” he smirks. 

He undoes his jeans and pulls his cock out, jerking himself quickly in front of you. You reach down and rub yourself as you watch him, licking your lips at his thickness. He’s a jerk, a piece of shit, but he’s a hot guy with a big dick and you fucking need him. 

“Spread your legs,” he orders and you do, already in a trance. Damn, maybe you are a whore. His hand wraps around your throat again, a place he seems to love, and he thrusts into you. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this. Every time you’d open that snappy mouth of yours I’d think about how I could fuck the words right of you,” he admits. “I knew you’d be an eager little cockslut for me.” 

“Fuck off,” you groan even though he feels so fucking good stretching you out. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve been with and your toes immediately curl at how he fills you so well. 

“Oh, bunny,” he tsks, cock pushing into you. “I don’t think you want that,” he picks up the pace of his hips and the way he sounds as he pants in your ear turns your brain to mush. He smacks your ass, making you jolt and take him deeper. The slapping of your skin against his is fucking filthy as it resounds through the library, and you try to speak, but find yourself at a loss for words. “Just shut up and look pretty,” Joel tells you. “You’re good at one of those things.” 

“Oh, god,” you moan as he slams into you. He’s checking boxes you didn’t even know you had and you think to yourself how lucky you are to have his dick inside you right now. Now that you know what he feels like, you don’t want to share. You don’t want anyone else to experience his talent. You risk looking between your sweaty bodies, almost fainting at the slight tummy bulge he’s giving you. “God,” you whisper again. 

“Fucking right,” he hisses, fucking into your tight pussy. “I am your God. Now, stop fuckin’ talkin’ and take my cock like a good girl.” He growls through his teeth, pinning your hips down as he pounds into your wet heat. His mouth hangs open as deep grunts escape him and mumbles under his breath how good you feel around him. 

Closing your eyes, you grab onto Joel’s shoulders, holding yourself steady as he fucks your fragile body with force. Your back glides across the desk, slicked with sweat, as he uses you for his pleasure, groping your body, filling your holes, pulling your hips into his. He reaches so deep inside of you, your mouth lulls open, tiny whimpers falling off your tongue as he fucks you dumb. 

“You were meant to be fucked like this, used like a toy, like some silly little play thing,” he grunts, pounding into you, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. You let him. He’s in control of you. “Pussy feels so fucking good. You look good, too.” 

Heavy breaths fill the room. Joel’s relentlessly thrusting in and out of you, gasping in your ear, sharing his most erotic sounds. Your eyes are glazed over with lust, your head in the clouds, body surging with electricity. You feel so satisfied. You feel so fucked. 

Joel releases his grip on your wrists, allowing you to slide your arms across his shoulders and greedily pull him into you. You raise your hips, meeting each thrust, using your nails to claw down his back and leave your mark. And he lets you, he encourages you. 

“Gonna make me cum, darlin’,” he pants deeply, causing your velvety walls to clench around his hard cock. He laughs a little at your reaction. “You want that, don’t you? You want me to cum inside you? Fill you with my hot, sticky load? You wanna be my little cumbunny?” 

“Uh huh,” you mewl, dazed with fluttering eyelids and trembling limbs. You lock your legs around Joel’s waist and draw him deeper, grinding down against him to take him for everything he is. His cock, fuck, you love the way it feels, the way it reaches you in places you’ve never felt before. He is a God. He is your God. 

“Take my cock, baby,” Joel groans, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. “Fuck, you take it so well.” 

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you cry, voice all strained and whiny. It turns his insides to jelly hearing you like that. Hearing you are satisfied with your yappy mouth only focusing on telling him how good he makes you feel. 

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, brushing his hand over your lower stomach, watching as your muscles constrict. “Want me to play with your slutty little clit?” 

You nod, speechless, mouth hanging open again like a bitch in heat. He loves the way you look right now. Loves to see your hair sticking to your face with sweat, loves to see your cheeks flushed, and your lips shiny with drool. 

“Pretty bunny,” he coos, circling your clit with his thumb. “Fucked stupid can’t even talk.” 

“Joel,” you groan in irritation, raising your hips. 

“Cum with me,” he whispers, rubbing your clit faster. “Cum with me like a good little cumbunny,” he groans. 

“Christ, Joel,” you murmur, eyes rolling back as your climax builds. The pressure from Joel’s fingers mixed with his thick cock pulsing inside of you tips you over the edge. And with a scream of his name, you cum, biting your lip as relief takes over you. 

Seeing you come undone is what sets Joel off. With a few more hard thrusts, he stalls, releasing his hot cum deep inside of you. You groan at the warmth, and shiver at how good it feels. He takes a few deep breaths, relaxing for a moment before slipping out of you. 

You lay back, a little disoriented as you think about what just happened. And about how hard you just came. You only snap into focus when Joel chuckles. 

“What’s so funny?” You pout, your defenses ready to go back up. 

“That was hot,” he says with sincerity. Then he leans over and kisses your nose. “Think I’ll keep you.” 

You roll your eyes and jump down from the desk to put your pants back on. “Asshole,” you say, but in an affectionate way. A cute way. Once you’ve slipped on your shirt, you wait for Joel to finish dressing. 

He sighs as he buttons his flannel and nonchalantly strolls over to you. He grabs your lower back, pulling you close to him. “You like it,” he says before kissing your lips.

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Want Me

Ser Harwin Strong x Female Reader

Summary: You're Rhaenyra's lady in waiting, by her side at all times and thus leading you to spend many hours within Ser Harwin's company, drawing the two of you together

Warnings: Smut, mentioned violence, swearing, angst (if you squint), fluff

A/N: Hi, small warning, haven't written a full smut scene for a while so I'm a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy :)

"Want me to kill him?" You absentmindedly offer to Princess Rhaenyra. 

She chuckles from behind you, her fellow ladies attempting to hide their smirks and smiles whilst they finish up her hair. "I know how much you crave violence, but I can not allow you to kill him. Besides, how would you even do it?"

You pause in the mirror, your eyes flickering to find Rhaenyra's. "Seduction is a woman's greatest strength." You whirl around to face her, a cruel expression etching into your face at the thought. "A simple poison into his drink and during the night he'd cease breathing and the Maestor would declare a heart attack. An easy kill, if I say so myself," 

The princess raises her eyebrows, her lips pursing together. Tonight is her name day feast, celebrating another year of her youth and thus drawing in all the potential suitors wishing to offer themselves. One of the Lannister twins made a fool of himself, offending Rhaenyra and thus resulting in you plotting his death, should your princess command it. 

As her lady in waiting, you take your role very seriously. Though, you are oft referred to as her sister, the two of you becoming close at a young age and growing up together. It has solidified your relationship with her, and in turn, you know each other inside and out. 

Your sharp words and cunning nature are a breath of fresh air as opposed to the customary expectations of Rhaenyra's fellow ladies. 

You glance over yourself once more in the mirror, your attention spanning over the finer details of your gown and the excellent work of the seamstress. The dress accentuates your frame, the embroidery and accessories dating back to your House and heritage. 

You look like a woman, a woman grown and of power. 

"Are you ready?" Rhaenyra pulls you from yourself, twirling around to give you a full look at her. 

"Indeed, and must I say my Princess, you look divine." You tell her honestly. 

She smiles, the two of you making your way to the great hall. Heads turn at the sight of you both, the heir to seven kingdoms and her fierce lady, who would protect her more so than a knight. 

Your stomach begins to twist as you near the hall, your teeth grinding together to keep the nerves at bay. You feel a reassuring squeeze on your hand, your dear friend sensing your change in behaviour. 

"If he doesn't fall at your feet and beg for your hand, I'll feed him to Syrax myself," she whispers. 

You bite your tongue, though a small smile creeps out. In the past moons, you've become acquainted with a knight, the two of you sharing passions and dreams. Nothing more of talk has happened thus far, but you can't help but think that maybe he will ask for your hand in marriage, as the two of you spend most days side by side. 

He makes your heart beat rapidly, with the small gestures and whispered words when no one is close. Not to mention, the way he looks at you, like no one else exists but you. 

Yet, you can't help but think that you're in way over your head, too consumed to see the reality. 

You have no time to ponder Rhaenyra's words, as the two of you arrive at the hall, the chatter dying down instantly. Swallowing, you hold your head high, following Rhaenyra down the stairs and toward the high table where you veer off to your own. 

His eyes were on you the moment you appeared, refusing to leave even as you sit down. You look absolutely breathtaking. 

Of course, you avoid his gaze, even from across the room, as you begin to fill your plate. Your skin ignites under his heated stare, your desire overweighting your sense of propriety. Glancing up, you meet him, his deep blue eyes burning into your darkest depths and tearing down every wall you've ever built. 

Ser Harwin Strong, renowned for his strength throughout the seven kingdoms and his proud house. 

Your cheeks heat up under the intensity, neither of you daring to break contact. You admire how he's dressed, his fine threaded clothes making him look regal, his unruly curls neatly pulled back into a bun. Gods.

The grumble of your stomach brings you to your senses, your head bowing down to begin consuming your food. You feel him continue for a heartbeat longer, before he diverts his attention elsewhere. 

As the night begins to progress, you drag Rhaenyra to dance, moving with the music and enjoying yourself. You change partners throughout, making yourself known and extending yourself to the other lords and ladies currently attending for the princess's name day. 

For once, Harwin doesn't grace your thoughts, until he becomes your next partner. 

Your eyes widen for a moment, your breath catching. "Ser-" you start, not expecting to see him. 

"My lady, you look exquisite." His rasps, his body feathering your own. 

His heat wraps around you like wild vines, pulling and tugging you closer, enticing you to become lost. You hit your chin out, refusing to fall prey. 

"And you, good Ser," 

Harwin smiles, a hum of satisfaction rumbling within his chest. His hand brushes your own, a part of him needing to touch you, his resolve almost snapping from the softness of your flesh. His fingers itch to press firmly, to warn off any man or lord that dare think they have a chance with you. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, this evening?" He asks, his lips close to your ear as to make sure you hear him over the loud music. 

You turn your head, his breath fanning your cheek. Heat pools within your stomach, want gnawing at you and demanding to be free. "I'll enjoy myself once I've had my dessert," you dare. 

His eyes narrow, assessing the situation. Little minx. Before he can conjure his own smart remark, a fellow knight of the city watch approaches, pulling him away from you. You watch him go without a word, a sense of humiliation washing over you as you continue to dance alone, searching for Rhaenyra. 

You find her with her uncle, enjoying themselves. 

Biting your lip, you move off the dance floor, standing on the sideline. You feel deflated, watching your friends enjoy themselves and even sneak out of the hall with their suitors, and your heart's deepest love couldn't even excuse himself. He just left you. 

You see him, surrounded by his companions, and more so with an older woman hanging off him. Now you feel stupid, your usual confidence and ego a ghost. The woman wraps an arm around his waist, much like a partner, and him not moving. 

Of fucking course, I'm just the plaything to keep him entertained whilst his lover is elsewhere. 

Grinding your jaw in anger, you inhale deeply and begin to make your way through the crowd, ignoring Harwin and his group as you have to pass them to ascend the stairs out of the hall. Your hasty exit catches many people's attention, especially the one you were hoping wouldn't notice. 

You don't realise he follows you, until you almost reach your quarters. His boots hit the ground harshly, as he tries to catch you, going as far as calling out your name. You pause in front of your doors, whirling around to face him once he draws near. 

Fire dances within your eyes, making Harwin pause momentarily. "Ser Harwin?" You snap. 

"I wanted to make sure you're well, you left in such a hurry," 

"I'm fine," you start, your thumb running over your fingers anxiously. "The hall became too much, so I'm retiring for the evening." 

Harwin tilts his head. He calls bullshit. He knows you, he grew up alongside you and knows that you are one of the last to leave the party, oft enjoying yourself too much to notice the sunrise and thus requiring an escort, usually him. 

He reads your body language, depicting your sudden mood change has something to do with him. He chuckles lightly, amusement etching across his features at your frustrated glare. "You're jealous." 

"Jealous?!" You repeat in disbelief, your raised voice echoing the corridor. "Me? Of what?" You ask him incredulously. You naturally begin to step closer, "of that woman? Why would I be jealous of some wench when I am the Princesses lady in waiting, I can have almost any suitor I want, I have sway within these walls and no one quite realises the extent I'll go to if I'm pushed, not to mention," you stop just shy of him, your chest heaving. "One word to my Princess, and I can have whatever I want." 

Harwin peers down at you, a small smirk gracing his lips at your outburst. "I never said what you were jealous of," he says lowly, almost inaudible if not for your closeness. "I'll be sure to tell my sister you think she's a wench." 

Your world crashes and burns. Sister? That was his fucking sister?! Your heart ceases beating, your breath catches in your throat and your skin clams up. Realisation and dread wash over you, embarrassment etching into your cheeks. You become a wounded animal, and respond much as they do, 

"Fuck you." You don't know what compels you or who takes over your body, but you can't stop the words from tumbling out and sending them straight at Harwin. 

He blinks. 

Quickly you spin on your heel and make haste to your door, pulling the handle to only have it slammed shut, and a large body pressing against you. Your throat constricts, feeling Harwin's entire front against your back as his hand looms over your head, keeping the door closed. 

One small movement, and he could bury his nose into your hair. "Say that again," his chest rumbles, his mouth angling down to press on your ear. To make sure you hear him loud and clear. 

You're frozen, your body shutting down. You open your mouth but nothing comes out. "Go on, don't go shy on me now, my lady," he presses, pushing you. 

Licking your lips, you hesitantly shift on the spot, leaning your back against the door and tilting your head to hold Harwin's gaze. He pins you down, the entirety of his body caging you in, almost like a shield protecting you from peering eyes. 

"Fuck you," you whisper. 

Reflexively, his other hand snaps to your jaw, his fingers digging into the skin. Your lips part, your muscles relax and your body becoming a rag doll. He could very easily suffocate you like he was bunching up a piece of parchment, he wouldn't even feel your bones snap. Yet, in this very moment, your thighs press together, your garment becoming soaked with each passing second. 

You know he won't hurt you. His hold on you is firm and delicate, the pads of his fingers gently holding you in place. He tilts his head, assessing you like he would an opponent, his dark eyes roaming your face and his brows twitching in thought. 

You test the waters, standing straighter and in turn bumping your nose into his cheek. Harwin exhales shakily, his grip tightening if only a smidge, in comparison to his self-restraint. You nudge your nose against his, his hooded eyes following your every move. 

Your breath tangles with his own, desire and hunger transpiring. Harwin's jaw clenches, his palm against the door closing into a fist. You want him, he wants you. Swallowing thickly, your lashes feather your cheeks and you take the plunge, pressing your lips against his own with uncertainty. 

For a moment, you float, your body becoming weightless and your mind lost. His lips are softer than you imagined, despite his harsh reputation, soft and plump on your own. Harwin responds, before suddenly pulling you away by his grip still on your jaw. 

A bucket of cold water drenches you, his sudden cold demeanour creating a crack in your heart. Not so much that he pulled you away, more how forcible it was, after he began to lose himself under the taste of you. That hurts. 

Your eyes flash. You move to release yourself from his grip, but he tightens it, his head turning slightly as though to check for any movement within the corridor. With precision, he pulls you flush to his body and opens the door in one movement, shoving you inside to your quarters and locking the door behind him. 

"You naïve girl," he starts, running a hand over his beard. 

You scoff, creating distance between the two of you by standing at the window sill. "And they say romance is dead." 

Harwin narrows at you. "You have no idea what you've just done, what if someone had seen?" His voice raises, his hand gesturing to the doors. 

Confusion swirls within you at his sudden change of behaviour, at his switch from intimacy to frustration in an upsetting kind of way. "I don't see the problem," you cross your arms, raising a brow. "I want you, and I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks." 

"Well, you should!" You're taken aback by his sudden outburst, a sliver of fear creeping up your spine. "I am not good for you," he says your name with such emotion. "I have enemies at every turn, I can't be at your side protecting you every day and not to mention what would happen to your reputation-" 

"My reputation?" You cut him off, your voice low in disbelief of what you're hearing. "You think I give a fuck about my reputation! About your enemies? Gods Harwin," you begin to pace, your hands running over your head and falling against your neck. "How fucking dense are you?" 

He attempts to ignore the hiccup in his heart rate at the way his name rolls off your tongue. "I'm more than capable of protecting myself," you start after calming down a notch. You cross the room, standing before the brute and taking his large hands in your own. "Is it that hard to believe that I want you? That I don't care about everything else, about your history and reputation, about the fucking court gossip and your enemies? All I care about is you, your health and well-being, and that I know you'd never hurt me, physically and emotionally. I know you'd die protecting me, and you'd make me feel so loved, despite that shield you put in front of yourself every day." 

Harwin brings your hands to his lips, brushing them over your delicate fingers whilst he closes his eyes, relishing in the moment. His coarse beard caresses your skin, planting the idea of how it would feel between your thighs. 

He opens his mouth to speak, but you drop your hands down, beating him to it. "You want me Harwin?" your voice pulls to him, lulling him in. "I am right here, otherwise there's the door," you gesture. 

Your chest clenches at the thought of him turning his back. You wonder how he could kiss you back, then cough up some bullshit about him being bad for you. It confuses and wounds you. 

His lips part, the cogs turning in his head as he makes his decision. He surges forward, gently taking your head in his hands and angling you upward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. 

He walks you back until you hit the pillar, careful not to slam you into it. His lips move against yours hungrily, his tongue begging for entrance and his breath meddling with your own. Your fingers curl onto the front of his jacket, squeezing out any air left between you, your fronts pressing tightly. 

Your lungs burn, your actions becoming erratic as you move up to his hair, tangling his curls and removing the band keeping it back. You pull at the roots, emitting a deep groan from Harwin, his own hands gliding down your body to find refuge on your waist. 

You pour all your emotions into the kiss; the hunger, lusting, anger and need. He dominates you, his mouth slowly moving down your jaw, his teeth nipping along your bone and travelling to your neck, unknowingly finding your sweet spot. 

You bite your lip at the sound you release, a small sense of embarrassment flooding your body. Harwin immediately comes up, holding you still with his hard stare. "Don't you dare quieten on me." 

"Like your girls loud, Ser Harwin?" 

He chooses to ignore your comment. You smirk, your usual demeanour washing into the shore, a calculating look flashing in your eye. Before he can do anything you shove him back, pushing him down onto the lounge. 

Surprise is evident on his face, his eyes watching you curiously. You crouch between his spread legs, your palms sliding over his thighs in a soothing manner, slowly making your way to his waistband. 

You quite like this image; his unruly dark curls free and framing his face, his intense eyes swallowing you whole and his knees bent outward. He looks casual, yet so fucking handsome you have to restrain yourself from fucking him there. 

"Don't look at me like that," you scold, tugging on his pants. 

"Like what," he grumbles, lifting his hips. 

His pants pool at his feet, his hardened cock free from restraints. "Like I don't know what I'm doing." He eyes you suspiciously, waiting for you to shut down his thoughts. "I've been fucked before, if that's what you're wondering." 

He hums in dissatisfaction. 

"I'll decide if you've been fucked, my lady." You raise a brow at the title. 

He opens his mouth to say something more, but only a loud groan escapes, your lips wrapping around his cock. His hips reflexively jut, his hand moving to your head in response to your movements, your tongue flattening along the underside. 

Harwin shudders, his chest rising in deep pants under your ministrations and his fingers flexing in an attempt to hold himself back from face fucking you. You work him steadily, glancing up at him through your lashes and feeling a sense of pride roll down your spine at his dishevelled state, his head lolling over the back of the lounge. 

"Fuck," he curses, tilting down to hold your gaze. 

You move a hand to work the rest of his cock that you can't fit in his mouth, momentarily pausing when he grabs your wrist, and quickly heaves you off him. "You do that, and this night ends very quickly." 

"I find it hard to believe that Breakbones finishes in under twenty seconds," you muse, slipping out his grip easily and situating yourself on his lap.

He groans quietly, both in frustration and need. "Believe me, my lady, that when I cum, I intend on cumming in you and filling you up." 

"Good." 

You begin undoing his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms before moving to his shirt, heaving it up and revealing his toned stomach. Your fingers splay across his chest, feeling his hard-earned muscles and scars from various fights. You pause on a particularly large wound along his abdomen, feathering the pink tissue. 

"Don't worry about it," he whispers your name, reading the emotion on your face. 

"This is an assassination attempt, Harwin." You press, flickering up to hold his stare. "Someone almost succeeded in fucking killing you." Unwanted tears spring in your eyes, raw emotion thick within your voice.

The thought of Harwin being killed, frightens the fuck out of you. 

He cups your cheek, his thumb tenderly wiping a tear. "This is what I meant," he refers to his previous statement about his enemies. You still, your features hardening. 

"Don't you dare, Harwin. Don't you fucking dare." You spit. 

He stays silent, observing you whilst your fingers continue their path along his torso, grazing each other his scars. "Seven Hells help the next man that makes an attempt on your life," you vow, your hand splaying out over his heart. 

"My little warrior," he rasps, pulling you down to him. 

Your lips collide, the taste of him invading your mouth and stealing your breath away. You whimper at the feel of his hands sliding up your arms and resting on your collarbone, toying with your dress. Blindingly he reaches for the lace tying it together, pulling it apart and loosening the top section. 

Goosebumps rise along your flesh as Harwin gently tugs the dress down your arms, exposing your breasts and stomach once it pools around your hips. You rest your forehead in the crook of his neck, gasping under the ministrations of his hands along your breasts, his thumb tweaking the bud. 

You thread through his curls, your nails scraping his scalp and your lips seeking out his neck. 

Suddenly he lifts you off him, placing you down on your feet. You raise your eyebrows in surprise and a little confusion, unsure of his next motive. "Take it off," he commands softly, the low rumble in his chest making your heart rate spike. 

The dress falls to your feet and you step out of it, mindful of taking off your shoes and being left bare before him. He slowly takes his boots off, never breaking contact even whilst he removes his pants. 

You watch him stand, tilting your head as he comes near. He doesn't speak, nor does he kiss you again. Instead, he hooks his hands under your thighs and hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and your arms coming to the back do his neck. 

He walks toward your bed, gingerly laying you down. You stare up at him with adoration, every fibre of your body knowing you're safe with this man. Despite his reputation, you could almost laugh, knowing that there is a softer, more caring side to him than anyone realises.

No one has ever touched you like you're glass, like you could shatter and slip through his fingers. He kisses you with so much passion and care, in stark contrast to his daily goings. You've witnessed him in a brawl, smashing the men to the ground without a worry and pummelling them to an inch of their life. 

Yet you know, these hands handle you with love. 

You slide up to the head of the bed, brushing the hair from Harwin's face when he comes to hover above you. He descends, missing your face entirely and planting kisses along your neck, slowly travelling south. 

Airy breaths leave you, your body responding to his attention, more so as he pauses over your breasts, taking an erect nipple into his mouth and tugging. Fire pools within your stomach, threatening to pour out. In a way it does, your head falling back into the cushions and your lips parting to release sounds of pleasure. 

Harwin continues his way down, his eyes flickering up to you through his loose curls, intently watching your reaction as he nears between your thighs, softly blowing cool air on your sensitive region. You grit your teeth, glaring down at him. 

"Hurry up." 

"As my lady commands," he chuckles. 

Your flush at the incredibly loud moan, not exactly expecting him to dive right in. Harwin drags his tongue up your slit, finding your clit and sucking. He switches between flicking your clit with his tongue and sucking, groaning lowly to himself at watching you writhe under him. 

He draws more sounds out of you, snaking a hand up to tease your opening, carefully entering a finger. "Fuck!" You arch your back, your hands reaching for his hair. 

He slowly pumps it out of you, enjoying the way you feel around him. He can only imagine how tight you'd be around his cock. The thought almost makes him fuck you right here. 

Your stomach twists, your knuckles turning white. No man has made you feel like this, even with just his mouth and finger, the two bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

He adds a second finger, wanting to properly prepare you for him, and enjoying watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's giving you. 

He can feel you get close, teetering along the edge as he begins to increase his pace. You whimper at the ache, rutting your hips upward. "Harwin," you whine at the contact of his lips enclosing over your clit and sucking, hard. 

The fire burns brighter, scorchingly hot and desperate for a release. 

"Let go," he murmurs, gently nipping your clit. You do, your orgasm crashing down like a wave, engulfing you. 

He slowly continues to move his fingers through, allowing you to experience your high as he draws it out. He can't help but clean you up before he even thinks about moving away from the safety of your thighs. 

With ease, Harwin climbs back up, claiming your lips. You taste yourself, rummaging your hands through his hair and down his back, his muscles rippling under the pads of your fingers. 

He pulls away from you, question shining in his eyes; do you still want this?

You nod, leaning up to kiss him again, solidifying your answer. He hums, guiding his cock to press against your slit, teasing you for a moment before he nudges your opening. You gasp on his mouth, your nails digging into his shoulders at every inch. 

Harwin falls into the crook of your neck, groaning at the sensation. He stops moving once you've taken all you can, pausing to make sure you're comfortable. You clench around him in reflex, eliciting a deep rumble from his chest, his beard grazing your neck. 

"Harwin," you pant. "If you don't move in the next five seconds," 

He chuckles at your warning, slowly pulling back. You bite your lip, closing your eyes at the high pleasure rocking throughout your body. Harwin lifts his head, his forehead brushing your own. He intends to watch you complete shatter underneath him. 

He slams home, somewhat slow but hard, rutting into you like wild waves against a rock, your back arching and pressing your chest to his. You can't help but rake your nails down Harwin's back, ignorant to the fact that you're close to drawing blood, desperate for a way to show how easily he's unravelled you. 

"Gods Harwin," you cry out at each thrust, harder and deeper than before. 

He grins, his lips on your ear, "I know quiet isn't exactly in your nature, but maybe don't alert everyone in the Red Keep of our rendezvous." 

"Oh fuck off."

Harwin reaches for the headboard, his knuckles turning white from his harsh grip, using it as leverage to pound harder. You chant his name, subconsciously clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to falter each time. 

That burning ache brews within you, gradually growing with each slide into you. His free hand comes down to your clit, playing with the bud and drawing you closer to the edge. Overwhelming sensations spark up your body, your legs starting to shake from the pleasure. 

"Harwin," you whine. 

"I know," he grits, picking up his pace. He hits parts of you that you never knew existed, fireworks erupting each time he enters you deeper, if that were possible. "Good girl, you're taking me so well, hmm?"

Your head is tilted up by his hand leaving the headboard to cup the side of your face, forcing your eyes on him. You struggle to keep your eyes open, a drowsy, drunken look coming across you. 

Without warning, you let go, bursting around him. "Gods, fuck!" Harwin calls your name, following you over. He couldn't last any longer, not after feeling you come undone from him. 

You gape in a silent moan, relishing in the feeling of him fill you up, his hips slowing but not yet relenting. You shiver from the sensitivity, thankful for when he stops. You struggle to hold contact, fatigue seeping in. 

You sigh at the feeling of him remove himself, your muscles relaxing and your spine calming. You don't see where Harwin moves off to, until he comes back and murmurs for you to spread your legs, gently wiping his seed from your thighs. 

For a moment, you wonder what happens now. Does he just leave? Does he stay? What happens between the two of you? Thoughts rummage, ruining your come down. 

"Hey," he brushes your forehead. "Come here." He pulls the sheets back, indicating for you to crawl underneath. All those thoughts are momentarily thrown out the window when he slides in beside you, pulling you to him. 

You lay in silence, your head on his chest and your hand playing with his loose curls. "What happens now?" You can't help but ask. 

"Now?" He hums, his chest vibrating. "You become my lady wife, and I fuck you whenever I please." 

You laugh, rolling further into him. "You better, now that I've given you my maidenhood." 

He pulls away slightly, making you look at him. "What? You told me that this wasn't your first-" he stops, reading the glint in your eye and the expression on your face. "You cheeky girl, almost gave me a heart failure." 

You grin cheekily, not quite saying anything whilst you comb his hair. You've found yourself with an obsession. "Leave your hair like this," you say lowly, loving the way it frames his face. 

"But it gets in my way," he grumbles, swatting your hand away. 

"And I like it like this," you counter, going for his curls again, but this time running your nails along his scalp, smirking at his groan. "And I think you secretly like it too." He gives you the side eye, taking your other hand and bringing it to his lips.

pairing : obsessive! dom eren x god complex reader *wink* *wonk*

rating : smut, 18+, fluff, crack (?)

wc : 53k

cw : degradation, choking, semi public sex, art student! eren, cockwarming, pussy spanking, mention of bruises and injuries, breeding kink ish, obsessive behavior, stalking, borderline yandere 😁 also pliz I’m new so if this bad lemme know

summary : at the very end of graduation, it’s time to say goodbye, college is over, now off to the real world. But before the farewell, you as the student president arrange the one last time after party as a sweet goodbye message, little do you know eren have other plan.

“DO WE HAVE TO?” you murmured as Hitch pushed your back while both of stepping inside of a coffee shop. Fragrance of coffee bean, vanilla air freshener wafted to your nose, the comforting wooden minimalist arabica design greeted your eyes for its pleasing aesthetic scenery.

“Yes, we have to i mean how bad could it be?” she grinned, pulling your arm to her clutches while both of you scoured inside, “besides, the past must stay as the past, it was just a silly president election it’s not like he would hold grudges against you for getting elected,” she continued, referring to the big college event far ago before the senior year. 

That one time when you and Eren Jaeger applied to be the student council president, and like how history spoke, the winner rejoiced, and nobody really care about what happens next to the loser. It was a though fight, you were quite determined to take that core position with your persona, you believed that you could bring greater goods for the community, and you DID do good, but Eren fought back passionately, and you remembered you could see fire in his eyes during his speech at the debate election, he may not smart but he’s clever, maybe a little aggressive but hell does he moved so many people’s heart, you remembered when he was standing tall and brave on that podium while his sea green eyes glued the room together, the intimacy that is fiery and optimistic, but as the whole world know destiny said otherwise, without your own anticipation 

you won. 

And since then your reign begun. You rule well, you made plenty achievements as student president and you never been so proud of yourself, since then you never lose your dedication for your people, and the feel of being a victor, and oh how you loved the feel of being powerful. 

You and Hitch walked upstairs to the second loft of the coffee shop after you both ordered the drinks you wanted, “I dunno Hitch, i don’t think that this is a good idea,” you mumbled to the girl next to you, while you scratching the back of your ear, “when Armin said not to mess with Eren i think he meant it.”

Sure you were delighted with your victory, but you still couldn’t help yourself to feel bad for Eren, there’s this strange tingle of guilt vine your stomach when you, the possessor approached your ex rival far a month ago, he gave you this bitter dirty look as you waved him a polite good morning, then he stormed off without a single word, you felt like he was prestige to look into your eyes since then. 

“And when i said he was a wuss, and a man child for going all off emo after that election i also meant it,” Hitch rolled her eyes, she pat your back as a reassurance before you two finally found the person you’ve been looking for, almost unrecognizable from the last time you guys bumped to each other, for a moment your eyes widened to the now Eren Jaeger.

 There he was sitting all pretty at the smoking area, his hair was pulled onto a messy bun with a few loose strands on his nape, he was far more built than the boy you used to know, his bushy eyebrows looking furrowed to a sketchbook, the charcoal pencil he’s holding dances on top of it. He was styled in a thin knitted black long sleeve top that hugged his muscular body tightly, army green cargo pants, and combat boots — you know, those kind of boots you wear to a rock concert just to kick someone — his rolled sleeves, revealing his veiny arms that covered with tattoos. His long legs is stretched to the chair next to him while he is leaning against the wall. 

Hitch glanced at you, she cackled noticing you googling at Eren, she pulled you by your wrist approaching the brunet, “you’ll be fine,” she snickered, while you could only let out a soft sigh, here goes nothing. 

Hitch signal her presence to Eren with a light cough, a small thud hit the surface of his sketchbook after he dropped his pencil. His gaze shifts to both of you who were standing by his side, he raised his left brow when his eyes met yours, you stared back at Eren and he outstared you blankly, “Jaeger,” you hesitated. 

About time you finally came to me.

“Y/N,” he replied, calling you by your first name. His expression never change, they’re rather cold, unimpressed, he studied both of you, then back to you, he lift his chin up as he locked his eyes on you, “you brought a friend.” Intruder, he finally said after a brief silence, Eren closed his sketchbook and then cracked his knuckles, Hitch pulled you, taking a seat in front of Eren. 

“Now let’s skip the chit chat, because by the way Eren, you smells musty,” Hitch waved her hand in front of her face, she’s not wrong though, he smells like tobacco and axe body spray. Furthermore when Hitch explained the reasons of hers and yours arrival to Eren, his gaze never really left you, sometimes he would spare Hitch small glances and nods as confirmation of himself still listening, but his attention was on you. 

And you willingly stares back, you still couldn’t read his expression, they’re as calm as the morning blue sky, they’re just so empty it sucks you in, maybe it’s the blunt hatred and envy from him for your presidential position, or maybe it was something else, you even almost think that you two are basically eye fucking each other. 

You extended him the proposal and the selected material details to him, it’s almost graduation, and you’re running out of time to find someone who could make an exclusive design for the jackets you are planning to make as a gift for the after party event. The other councilor members and you also haven’t decide the theme yet, it has to be perfect. Your last hope is Eren, the fine arts student all the girls in school droll over, even though his charisma was slightly dimmed after his loss at the election, he still got his charm, and you really prayed to Goddess Fortuna because you don’t want to risk looking for someone else to customize this specific special item and just to get disappoint by the erratic result, at least when Eren agree to take the work, someone could watch over.

“No fucking way,” Eren let out a smug chortled, “the president needs my help,” he added in a sneering tone. Cute. 

“So you agree or not Eren,” you try to suppress your nerve, and you really try not to punch his cocky face, the way he throw his head back a little so he gave you this kind of kubrick stare, gazing into your soul as if he wants to eat you alive, and just like they said, if looks could kill, you’re probably be ripped apart by now. 

“What if i say no?” he continued, tapping his boot’s toe on the wooden floor. 

“You’ll waste your talent,” you gift a thin smile that hides a very big urge to stab him repeatedly. 

Eren chuckled, he looked away towards the window before he lean forward to you, “What happen to the other art students, L/N? Did they finally acknowledge your overly perfectionist bossy self or what?" 

"And what about it?” you argued, leaning to his face, he wanted to humiliate you, he wanted you to get on your knees and beg, but you still have your dignity. 

“Uh, what is this,” Hitch hesitated, “i am highly uncomfortable with the atmosphere we created in this room,” what’s with the eye fucking? Hitch thought, she felt like she’s interrupting a really heated make out session but instead of kissing it was exchanging pure hatred, Hitch nudged you by your elbow, giving you a look. 

You gritted your teeth and pursed your lips together, leaning closer to Eren’s face, “Alright, if this is about that stupid president election we had together grow up Eren! The world doesn’t evolve in your stupid drama queen head, so please since i’m asking you nicely before i could fu-” You stopped your bust as a waitress came over with the drinks you ordered earlier, you glared angrily at Eren as you caught a tug of amused smirk at the corner of his lips, it was the fact that you desperately needs his help but still play all bitchy, he found it funny. 

Sure you have your dignity, and he is willing to destroy it just because he can.

After the waitress left, you tasted your fresh latte angrily, making Eren chuckled under his husky breath, while on the other side Hitch is silently witnessing the tense between you two. 

“Fine,” Eren broke the silence after a few minutes since the waitress left, “i’ll take the work.” he sat up, you nodded and watched as that key necklace of his dangling out from his collar, and when your eyes laid on the toned chest that peaking under his shirt, you gulped your saliva and quickly looked away, “good, thank you for your understanding.”

You clasps your hands together and you could hear Hitch’s faint sigh of relief, “great so now i think we have our deal, you know Professor Levi’s tea shop right? tomorrow we’re doing a gathering, be there before 8, and if-" 

who says that i’m finished doll? Eren tug another smirk, "but with some condition.”

⊱✿⊰

“For real? No party organizer available until next January?” you groaned in frustration, frantically flipping through pages of your journal, Hitch and Armin walks by your side to the long table area.

Chaos. 

Chaos everywhere, you feel like your head is going to explode, your blood boils, and there’s this uncomfortable anxiety under your skin, crippling under you and devouring you slowly. You’ve been overworked yourself the entire night after your meeting with Eren, you were brainstorming for your graduation speech, activity recap, and of course other ornaments for the very last project you’re having in your senior year, you cried for three hours while listening to montgomery ricky then cried again over the document you accidentally deleted. 

You’re exhausted.

Mentally and physically, you woke up with puffy eyes and wrecked brain, but you knew that everything must go on, and no, you won’t back down, everything has to be perfect, 

It has to be perfect. 

Hitch pouted as she watches you typing on your laptop, she snakes her arms around your waist and leaned her head against your shoulder, watching you making some kind of budget recap, “sweetie you should rest and lay down.” She spoke with a soft smile. 

You pursed your lips together before you leaned your head on top of hers, not leaving your eyes from your laptop, “thanks Hitch, but i’m alright, i’ll just finish this and i’ll take a break for a bit.” You just can’t really trust anything without yourself being under control or watching over, you’re afraid that everything would astray far from your definition of ’perfection,’ this empire you’ve been building, and this is your last legacy the next generation will remember, and you wanted it to be remarkable. 

“No dumbass, the last catering service was too expensive and apparently our university was filled with cheapskates.” argued a voice from across the room.

“Well we have no choice???” other voice argued back, “Or we can rely on your very bad cooking skill Kirstein, just pray nobody’s gonna die from food poisoning." 

You huffed at the sight of Ymir and Jean who was sitting face to face on the floor, both are on their phone scrolling on google, you looked around and found Sasha, Marco and Connie, chatting across you, and you looked over to the three people next to you, your vice president Hitch, your treasurer Armin, and your secretary Mikasa. You couldn’t help yourself but smiling at your team, they works so well. 

Then you frowned as your realized something, "Have Eren-" 

A short blonde girl with a tray of drinks and snacks entered the room, "Y'all snack time!” she called out with a large grin on her face.

Ymir’s face lit up as she walked up to her girlfriend, Sasha sprinted towards Historia, going feral over food as usual. 

“Ugh finally,” you chuckled to Jean’s mumble. Soon, half of the room crowded the blonde girl, reaching for snacks and drinks, your eyes fixated as you slowly notice the presence of the familiar sea green eyes, you watches as Eren strolls inside of the meeting room, he yawned before he took a seat on Hitch’s place, your frowned slightly, “excuse you?" 

"Excuse me?” he replied, plastering that damn cocky smile, he looked to you up and down, definitely mocking you under his degrading gaze, dammit y/n did you overworked yourself?

“Well have you look at yourself, President.” he snickered, suddenly a sketch design laid in front of you, you shift your eyes to Eren, before you took the papers on your hands. Soft grazes of colored pencil and ink, the art was delicate yet firm, “what is this?” you asked dumbly to the design of two bomber jackets, each of the jackets has their own scrawled side notes of the color details, embroidery, and even fabric material.

“Both jacket will be make from satin, no argument, satin,” Eren spoke, he pointed his polished finger nail to the design, “the girls will have the yellow one, the boys will take the red, it’ll have our Uni symbol and our number,” he explained, “should be ready as soon as possible,” Eren watches you closely, waiting for you to say something. Part of him…..just wants you to react, just anything, just any reaction exclusively for him. 

You blinked slowly, wow. Honestly it’s beautiful, looks like it was Harajuku style inspired, you can’t wait to touch the final craft, you glanced at Eren, “thank you,” you spoke finally, “it’s really beautiful.”

I’m glad you like it. “Of course it’s beautiful, i made it,” he replied with a smug face, he cracked his knuckles then tapped his fingers to the wooden table, “now now, what do we have here." 

It was part of Eren’s condition. One, he wanted to be fully involved in the graduation ceremony prep and the after party. Two, most importantly nobody touch his creation while he have full control of it, you reluctantly gave him the responsiblity to handle the venue decoration and the theme, most of the people in your team weren’t really pleased with that decision, but like you all have time to think? But after considering it, you felt like it would be good idea to have extra hands helping. 

Anything,

To reach the absolute perfection.

⊱✿⊰

"I’m so glad, that this is almost over, because i could not bear drinking another monster and espresso or i might get caffeine intoxication,” you grinned as you earned chuckles through the dinner table, it was all paid off, and the grand event was right in front of your eyes, you could already imagine yourself standing on that podium, delivering your grand speech, high and god like.

But now, celebration first. 

The admiration looks from your team and the last year student council team — who decided to join for the gig — feeds your ego, there’s Zeke, Nicolo, Reiner, Pieck and her girlfriend Yelena, Porco and Bertholdt. Your friends really look up to you, from the day you earned your position, they knew they could count on you. “Thank you, thank you for all of the hard works this season, i would never ask for a better team, you guys are the best that i could ever wished for,” you grinned and picked up the can of beer from the table, everybody raises their drinks, and you looked at the edge of the table, where your graduated senior, Zeke Jaeger sitting down, giving you a proud look, he was a student president before you, “this is for everyone, our community has never been this great, because you all dedicated your hearts.” As you cheers together, you looked around, something is missing, you can feel it, yet you can’t find any solid answer for that feeling. 

It was a simple outdoor Korean barbecue party in your house’s backyard, after all done, you wanted nothing but to treat your friends, because that’s what they deserved for serving you right. It was returning favor, while waiting for the meat to be cook perfectly by your senior Nicolo, you sat besides Mikasa as you both chats, while Armin was next to her, busy with his phone. In the distance, chaotic guitar strums and jams from drunk Connie and Jean cracking the air together with everyone that hyping them up. You pressed your chin against Mikasa’s shoulder while both of you giggling over a twitter thread. 

“Eren said he’s coming over,” Armin announced to both of you, he looked down to his phone and let out a heavy sigh. 

So that was the missing piece. 

“Why’s the sigh?” you asked Armin.

Armin hesitated, he looked around everywhere that isn’t you, he rubbed his hand through his undercut, it feels like watching someone having a very conflicted mind war with themself, he then finally impaled you with a mixed expression, “Y/N,” he started, “i don’t know how to say this but…..” He glanced over at Mikasa, and you followed him. 

The dark haired girl rather gave him a surprised expression, a some kind of you did not! look. You exchanged the utterly confusion to both of them, Mikasa nodded slowly, “She needs to know, Armin." 

"I need to know what?" 

"What are you guys talking about?” you turned around and sees Eren standing right in front of you, bruised up and bleeding, his knuckles was fucked in a shade of dark red and purple, strands of hair falling in front of his face, Mikasa quickly stood up, “Eren did you—”

“Yes i did,” he shot her a cold glare, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Zeke started to approaching, Eren’s eyes then finally found Armin, who’s looking scared and nervous more than ever, “tell me, what’s the interesting story Armin?” his tone was striking and icy, under his husky voice, you could track hints of slurs because of alcohol. 

Armin went quiet, he gripped his knuckles, what is this? something must happened and you didn’t know, and you hated that. You hated when things was out of your reach. “It’s okay Eren, you should check your wounds, they look pretty bad,” Armin swallowed, his words came out more threatening than he anticipated. 

“No, no, no, i wanted to know what you gonna say to Y/N,” Eren moves closer to Armin, “you are not trying to tell her anything bad about me right?" 

They looked like they’re ready to throw hands, but Zeke was already slips between them, holding the both boys’s chests with his flat palms, "come on now guys, let’s not.” he hesitated.

“No, let’s.” Eren insisted, he slapped his brother’s hand, you quickly pulled him down by his arm, he flinched when he felt your touch, Eren glance at you, and for a split second his eyes went soft, it was that soft that you felt nothing but pure affection from his sea green eyes, then something took over his body, he suddenly pulled you by your collar, lifting you up, moving your face closer to his.

His eyes were bloodshot, you squeezed his wrists while kicking your feet on the air, “you,” he growled, his warm breath smells like alcohol, you blinked slowly, scanning Eren’s animalistic glare, but there is no hate in his eyes, you found yourself trying to look for it but there it none, instead there’s this raging desire, he looked at you like you were his prey, “Eren-” you choked, for the first time, you feel powerless.

“I hate you,” he hissed, but all you could sense was lie, his mortal fingers squeezing you so deadly but you feel the comfort of it, the bizarrely embracing lust, and his existence blurs all the noises around you, just you and Eren Jaeger. “you took everything from you,” he continued, “i woke up everyday wishing you dead." 

You knitted your eyebrows, and you feel your godly ichor rushes back through your veins, a disgusted smirk appeared on your face, belittling him for lying, "liar." 

Then huge arms pulled Eren from you, tackling him to the ground, Mikasa caught you before you hit the ground, Hitch stepped in front of you, shielding you from Eren who was struggling under Zeke, "Eren what the hell!” she shouted. Mikasa helped you up and pulled you close to her chest, “Y/N are you okay?” she sounded so scared, questions and assumptions popping in your head about what happens between Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. You looked up, finding Reiner helping Zeke restraining his own brother. You knew a minute ago that guy attacked you, but seeing Eren in that position just feels so wrong, you never thought you’ll get drew by a guy like Eren Jaeger, but here you are finding yourself shoving aside your pride while approaching the two blonds. You put your hand on Zeke’s shoulder, squeezing them gently, “it’s okay,” your delicate tone shocks him, “let him go Zeke." 

You could feel everyone giving you a jaw drop, but when all eyes on you, you find yourself only looking at Eren. 

After a tense moment, Zeke and Reiner finally let go of the brunet, you pulled Eren up then you put the tip of your fingers to his chin, examining his wounds, he scoffed and avoided your eyes, dropping his eyes to the ground. "Let’s get that clean up,” you mumbled and dragged him by his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Leaving everyone in a ambiguous silence. 

“Why are they leaving? the wagyu is ready.”

You walked upstairs to your room, no words exchange both of you before you finally entered the bathroom with Eren, you let go of his hand, your heartbeat strangely skipping inside your chest, while you were searching for the medicine kit in the cabinet, when you finally turn around, you found Eren already sitting on the toilet seat, you kneeled down in front of him and you opened the medicine kit, you pulled a towel from the drawer and stood up, wetting it in the sink, “what happen?” you finally spoke. 

Eren let out a deep chuckle, he wiped his bloody nose with his thumb then wiped it off on his jeans, gross. “Why do you care,” he asserted. 

You rolled your eyes and kneeled back in front of him, with dripping wet cloth on your right hand, “please you stormed on me, lifted me up and looked at me like you wanted fuck me against the table while also wanted to burn me alive at the same time.” you gave him a judging look. You took his hands, and then slowly pressed the dampen cloth on his bloody knuckles, he didn’t flinch, Eren remained silence while he watches you. You could feel his smirk while you were treating his wounds. “Have i told you how hideous you look tonight?” he asked quietly. 

“No, tell me." 

Eren then moved his left hand away from you, extending them, he caressed his thumb on your cheekbone, made you froze, his hand then traveled to your ear, it tugged your hair behind them, "i cannot.” He whispered softly. 

You looked up, and put the now reddish cloth on the floor, you moved closer to the burnet in front of you, you intertwined your fingers with his once again, the tense on his shoulders visibly relax while his pupils widened to the presence of you, “now would you tell me what happen?” your voice sweetened, melodic in his ear, and it seems like he’s lured enough by it. 

Eren huffed a chuckle, he looked down to both of your hands, “Had a fight with Pops,” he shrugged, “took the anger on the wall.” You moved closer to his face, close enough to smell the liquor in his breath. Eren stared at you, he never imagine he would have the blessing to be this close with you, he was always watching you from afar. Those interrogation towards Armin regarding you, questions after questions on your personal life, forcing Armin to dug deeper and helped Eren fulfilling his needs on you, he’d followed you after school, to your favorite coffee shop, your home so he’ll know your address, to where ever he could reach you, man… he’ll go after you to the edge of the world if that’s where you’re heading. 

“Do you still hate me?” you asked, and to be honest the question kind of scares you, because after these past few weeks of spending more time with Eren Jaeger, you finally caught in his fire, his flaming intimacy you thought was long gone, and you also surprises yourself for not getting pissed off by the feeling, because it makes you feel vulnerable. 

Eren grazes his thumb on your jaw as if you were made of glass, he kneeled down to the floor with you, so you both could be equal, no high ground. “The truth is my darling, i never was,” he confirmed, “after you won that election it was my last straw because from the first time i laid my eyes on you, Love…. You have bewitched me body and soul,” he’s been watching over you from the distance and you still as pathetic as he could remember, maybe it’s the way you stole glances at him, the way you would secretly checking him out but little did you know that he notices everything, he’s been reading you like an open book without having to flip through every pages, because you already spread open for him, “you have became the very thing that is out of my reach, Love. And for i have fancy you, and you’ll be mine not just in my mind but fully,” and he is itching to taste you. His warmth envelopes you to a sense of safety, he trails his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you melt like a candle on fire. Right above you stand an entity greater than yourself, the essence of mystery that fold itself in front of you, and with the universe speak between you, everything is a clarity. 

And you, you don’t get it, you thought it was all envy to the position you have, and for the first time, you crave something other than power, “Did you just quoted Pride and Prejudice for me, Jaeger?” you snakes your arms around his neck while his growing bulge strokes on your clothed cunt, the rough material of his jeans made your arousal grow thicker, “my, my, my i used to think that you were just a pretty face with zero common sense,” you teased, nuzzling your nose against him. 

His husky chuckle vibrates against your skin, without warning he pushes you up against the wall and you immediately jumped onto his waist with your legs, you gasped as your back hit the cold surface, Eren kneading your butt cheeks as he was holding you up, his chest pressed on yours, warm breath mixes together, “ouch, did you just call me dumb?” you snickered, Eren tilts his head before he smirked, “maybe we could be equally dumb after i make you babble nonsense with my cock.” His mouth devouring yours feverishly. Frantic gestures rid you and him of clothes on your body, while you helped Eren unbuckling his belt, his teeth grazes yours, tongues fighting for dominance with each other, he latched his lips onto yours, hungry for more taste, you started to sucking his bottom lip while Eren savor your taste, he pushes more for a deeper kiss, his hand fondling your clothed boob, then it slipped under them, as he found your stiffened nipple, you felt his smirk between your kiss, and a moan escaped from your lips, they’re already swollen and you knew you needed air soon, but without your realizing, you already breath through his air through the kiss. 

You unhooked your bra while Eren pressed you harder against the wall, his cock was already free from his jeans and boxer, his beautiful tip was coated in precum, when you finally exposed your breasts in front of him, the animalistic side possessed him back, Eren kneads your breasts greedily causing you to mewl, shivers running down your spine, and you unconsciously grinds you drenched cunt against his waist, Eren cackled. 

“What a fucking whore, you looked like a cat in heat." 

You whined when his flat palm hit your cunt, he rubs the dampen clothed surface of your clit, Eren brought his mouth to your breast and started to circling his tongue on your nipple, making your back arched and you grinding to nothingness of his waist, "whore,” he spat, a string of saliva bridge between your skin and his lips, “is this what you called a student president? i don’t think so.” Eren grip your throat and slowly adding pressure to your air circulation with his index finger and thumb, his other hand has been stroking his own cock for awhile, he uses his precum as lube and your eyes twinkled to the beautiful sight. 

Your lips parted, he let out a throaty groan to your ear just to tease you, “what if i just jack myself and leave you like this?” the menacing grin appeared on his face, your desperate look just pleased him even more, he groaned under his breath as he feeling himself twitching, and your drooling pussy just looking tastier than ever, Eren inhaled and faked a pout, “aw, what is it? don’t you want to walk around with my cum dripping from your slutty hole aren’t you? that is sinful my Love, won’t it gonna stain your pride, Miss President?" 

You cursed under you breath, and another slap landed on your cunt, you threw your head back as Eren squeezed you against the wall, "nu uh, bad words,” he growled, “what do you want, Y/N? Use your fucking mouth if you want something, did your parents never tell you?” another hard slap on your cunt made you gasp, you cried louder, and Eren shushed you while peppering kiss on your naked shoulder, “careful darling they might hear you from downstairs." 

He pecked your nose before he finally aims his cock to your entrance, stroking his tip to your dripping cunt, "what do you want, Y/N? say it.” He repeated.

“Your cock!” you whimpered, “please pound me with your cock…. please Eren.. i just want it inside..”

He slammed into you, causing you to let out a sharp noise, “Oh, like this?” Eren felt your soft warm walls hugging him so tightly, as if you guys just fit so perfectly together, he held his hand on your tummy to prevent you from grinding your greedy self, letting your cunt clenching him by itself, “fuck you’re so tight my Love,” he groaned subtly. 

“E-eren please move….. i’m begging you….” you sobbed so pathetically. Eren moved his face close to yours and pinned your wrists above your head, “this will need an outcome don’t you think?” he tilted his head, making you wept for his cock to move even more, suddenly an idea popped in his head, “I will move,” he said, “i’ll shoot my loads in you and then you’ll be mine, i want you to want me so badly, i’m going to imprison you, and then…. just then…it’ll be just you and me, always and forever,” he dug his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent so they’ll stay in his head, but he knew it won’t, you’re his own personal drug anyways, “promise, Darling?” Eren whispered against your skin.

You shivered under him, your eyes rolls at the back of your head, your pussy is aching with lust, so needy for his cock. You quickly nodded your head, “p-promise." 

Eren kissed your neck, sucking them briefly, leaving a visible mark on your soft skin, "good girl.”

He pulled his cock from you, leaving just the tip, before then he impaled, filling you up with his length, he slide so easily onto your meat, your legs shivered as he endlessly pushed deeper inside you, and you could feel his tip kissed your cervix, Eren then started to moves at a quick pace, “you like that so much hm? taking my cock like a little slut,” he said velvety, turning you on even more. He buried your moan into a deep kiss, his big arm scoot your hips close to him as he ramming his cock with no mercy onto your walls, his other hand still pinning your wrists, as if you’re gonna escape from him. You started to rolling your hips on him, making him move more faster, you’re both skin to skin, grinding onto each other desperately, “Eren….s'big…so deep…” you moaned. He continues to pound into you.

“Fuck, that’s right baby say my name.”

“Eren!”

After a minute he completely stopped, you opened your eyes and your face shows confusion, before you could ask any questions, he suddenly slams all of his length into you, causing you to yelp both in pain and pleasure, the lewd sound of skin slapping made you curl your toes, he pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, you threw your head back, your tongue lolling out from your lips, he slamming all his length in and out of you repeatedly until you’re a shaking panting mess, an amused look plastered on his cocky face, and his hips didn’t stop dipping on you, not letting you think straight or put up any fight, “come on, fucking take it like the cumslut you are.”

You choked on your breath as the knot in your stomach getting tighter, “E-ren… hugs…hugs….?” you purred to him, he finally let go of your wrists and let your head fell against his shoulder, he increases his phase that you didn’t know was possible, you warped your arms around him as he did to you, and you dragged your nails through his sweaty back, Eren started to whisper sweet nothings as he felt himself twitching, he slurred curses underneath his groaned, his veins popped as he gripped you tightly, his muscles flexes at each moves.

You didn’t dare to question him when he said that he’ll fill you up inside, because no matter what your answer is, he’ll do it anyway. The sight of his hard rock abs and v lines sent you over the edge, “Eren i’m gonna cum—“

“cum with me, Darling.” 

You tasted the bitter tint in your tongue as you started seeing stars, you vision went black as Eren rides you to your orgasm while fluid started dripping down your thighs, your body is shaking uncontrollably, Eren let out a loud groan as he riding himself to his own high using your abused cunt, he shot his warm thick load onto your womb, making sure you take all of it, you buried your face on his neck, he slowly pulls out his cock and watches the white liquid oozing from your hole. Eren lifted up your chin, he cupped your cheek and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, mixing your pants together, “mine.” he moaned to your soft plump lips.

“yours.“

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By Your Side

warnings: mentions of death/hanging (very brief), forced to marry jason lannister, f!targaryen!reader, not proofread

summary: as a targaryen, you must do your duty to strengthen your family’s alliances. that means marrying whoever your father chooses, regardless of your love for someone else.

author’s note: more harwin woooo. also I just know harwin would hate and beat up jason lannister without question.

You had never been so envious of Rhaenyra.

You hadn’t minded when she had been made heir, you’d been happy for her. You didn’t care that your father favored her, that she was ‘the realm’s delight’– you were content to be hidden behind her shadow.

But one thing you would always be jealous of was how your father allowed her a choice.

He had allowed her a choice of who to marry before she wedded Ser Laenor– a choice that was not afforded to you.

Viserys had grown ill– and quite frankly tired– of fighting with his daughters on political matters. So, after Rhaenyra’s chaotic wedding to Laenor and the binding of the houses Targaryen and Velaryon, it was your turn.

The King announced your betrothal with no ceremony. He requested you attended a meeting of the small council a week after Rhaenyra’s wedding, which was of no surprise to you. Your father often requested either you or Rhaenyra to attend and listen in on the going ons of Westeros.

But this council was different. As you sat in your chair, your fingers fiddling with the small dragon glass sphere in front of you, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. With one daughter wedded, you knew that your father would seek to marry you off, too.

“Princess,” it was the lord hand, Lyonel Strong speaking. “If it please the King, I was hoping you would consider my eldest son, Harwin, as your husband. I know you have many suitors asking for your hand–”

You opened your mouth to speak, but your father beat you to it.

“I apologize, Lord Lyonel, but I have already betrothed my daughter to another. She is to marry Lord Jason, of House Lannister.”

You resisted the urge to gag, anger and jealousy bubbling in your gut like a boiling pot about to overflow. Your hand clasped the dragon glass sphere fiercely, your knuckles whitening at the force.

“Father, if I may–” you began, but Viserys waved a hand and shook his head.

“You may not. It is settled. He is Lord of Casterly Rock, and a strengthened alliance between our families is of utmost importance.”

You shut your mouth, teeth grinding together in discontent and rage.

The remainder of the council meeting went by agonizingly slow. You sat there quietly, jaw clenched as you toyed with the seams of your dress. You could feel the occasional pair of eyes watching you, but you kept your gaze trained on the table in front of you.

As soon as you father rose and the council was dismissed, you sprung from your chair. Your walk was swift as you practically ran from the chamber, pushing through the heavy wooden doors and into the corridor.

Ser Harwin Strong, your personal guard, was waiting for you by the doors. At your abrupt exit he startled, straightening and following you without hesitation.

“Princess, if you would slow–” he began from behind you, quite surprised at your speed. He had never seen you so eager to be away from a place– or perhaps he had never seen you so worked up about something.

Harwin had been your personal guard since Rhaenyra’s naming as heir. Although most men vied for the chance to protect the future queen, he set his sights on you.

Your father had granted him the position with no protest. From then on, Harwin had been a constant figure in your life. Sure, you’d met him before he became attached to your hip. Rhaenyra had introduced you to him numerous times– but you never spoken beyond that.

Perhaps you were guilty of stealing glances when you thought he was not looking, or wishing he would ask you to dance at a festival. So what? Wishes seldom came true.

But then he became your guard, and your attraction to him reared it’s head. It was no secret he admired you– both from afar and up close. But you were slow to allow yourself to admire him.

However, after years of being together nearly every day, you either learn to love someone or you learn to hate them. Luckily for Ser Harwin, you learned to love him.

That made this whole predicament so much more difficult.

“I will not,” you threw over your shoulder, your feet stomping up the stone stairs as you made your way through the castle.

You heard Harwin mumble something behind you, but you paid him no mind as you stormed past corridor after corridor. Finally, you made it to the royal apartments.

You threw open the door to your chambers, attempting to slam it closed behind you, only to be stopped by Harwin’s large figure.

He slipped into the room, shutting the door softly behind him and turning the lock. You ignored him as you threw yourself down onto a lounge, eyes watching the tall ceiling.

“Princess, what is the matter? You practically ran here,” there was a hint of amusement in his voice, but the moment you turned your icy gaze to him, he sobered.

“My father,” you spoke the words distastefully. “Has decided it is my turn to be wed.”

Harwin hummed as he approached your lounge, his hands clasped behind his back.

“No worries, Princess. I’m sure that my father will speak to the King.”

“He did,” you stated bitterly. “The King would not hear it. I am betrothed to Lord Jason Lannister.”

Harwin said nothing. He crouched beside you, his gloved hands reaching for yours. You allowed him to take them, breathing heavily through your nose as you thought of your now bleak future.

Jason Lannister was notorious for being an ass. Rhaenyra had corroborated that statement more than once during her time searching for a husband. She had narrowly dodged his attempts for her hand, but you had not been so lucky.

“It seems that my father has learned his lesson through my sister. I am not afforded the choice of a husband. Instead, I must mary this vile man and be forced to bear his vile children.”

Harwin chuckled softly, pressing his lips to your knuckles. You turned your head, eyes narrowed as you looked upon your knight.

“You find that amusing?” You questioned.

“I find you amusing, your highness. Your dramatics are quite entertaining.” He pulled back from your hands in favor of looking into your eyes.

“This is not meant for entertainment, Ser Harwin. This is a serious matter.”

“Most serious, Princess.” He replied, lips turning up in a teasing grin.

You huffed, pulling your hands from his and shifting your body in the lounge. Now you lay with your back towards him.

“It is not the end of the world, my love. You are strong, and you will not let a leech like Jason Lannister change that.”

“He will not change it,” you confirmed, your back still turned. “But what will he do to try? I cannot imagine being forced to spend days and nights with him. From what Rhaenyra has said of him, he seems truly awful.”

“I will be with you,” Harwin spoke. His hands moved to your side, gently pulling you back towards him. You went without protest.

He captured your chin between his forefinger and thumb, turning your face so you would have to look at him.

“I will be with you,” he repeated, his eyes locked with yours. “I will never let him do what you do not want him to do. I will not leave your side, and I will not stop loving you, no matter the lord you marry.”

“Careful, Ser Harwin,” your voice was low as you spoke, humor creeping into it as your lips quirked up in a small smile. “Such talk is treasonous. A princess and her knight? What would the realm think?”

“I do not care,” he answered honestly, leaning his forehead against yours. “Let them hang me. If it were up to me, you and I would leave this place and escape to Harrenhal. You would be my lady wife and we’d do whatever we pleased.”

You did not speak for a moment, weighing your thoughts and words.

“I do not see why my father refused your father. A union between the families of the King and his Hand–”

“Your father is doing what he believes is best. The Lannisters are powerful allies,” Harwin interrupted.

“Mayhaps, but I believe we have stronger allies closer.”

“Mhm,” Harwin hummed. “How much closer?”

You grinned, brushing your nose against his. “Oh, I dunno, maybe on this corridor?”

“That far?” He replied.

“This room?” You tried.

“A little closer.” He said.

“Mayhaps right beside me?” You giggled.

He smiled at the sound of your laugh. Harwin tilted his chin then, brushing his lips on yours.

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. If it were up to you, you would stay in this moment forever. But it wasn’t up to you, and duty was a cruel mistress.

“We could always run away,” you told him, your voice a whisper.

“You and I both know we are bound to our duties.” He responded, and you sighed.

“No more dwelling on this matter,” he spoke after a moment, his lips just barely touching yours as he talked. “It does no good to worry.”

You hummed in agreement, eager to free yourself from those thoughts– if only for a moment. You pressed your lips to Harwin’s and he responded quickly. The kiss was soft, full of unspoken love and promises between the two of you.

That was one thing you loved about Harwin. He was subtle with his affections, but he was also so protective of those he loved. You knew that everything he said had been true– that he would gladly die if it meant he got to love you for a moment longer.

And although you would not marry him, you knew what you had would not falter. Harwin had been there before, and he would be there after, Jason Lannister be damned. The pair of you had snuck around for years, what’s a few more?

Harwin pulled back from you, one gloved hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb traced the line of your cheekbone as he looked at you fondly.

“I wish I could stay longer, but I fear my father would have my head. I’m to see him about matters with the City Watch.”

You nodded in understanding. You reached out a hand, brushing a stray curl from his eyes.

“Farewell, Ser Harwin. I’m to be at the dragon pit soon, anyway.”

He stood, his touch lingering until he could no longer reach your face. You sat up, watching as he bowed his head, gave you a small grin, and said a quick ‘princess.’

You watched him leave, and you didn’t rise until the wooden door closed behind him, already wishing that things were different like you had so many times before.

TW: Somnophilia. Soft SMUT. Creampie

The stitches between the realm of dreams and reality haven’t snapped just yet, your consciousness is jumping from each side of the chasm as feather-like pecks pepper on your shoulders. A lithe finger tugs down the thin strap of your white sleeping gown as the caresses besiege more territory. “Levi…too early.” You’re right, the sun still dozes under its cozy covers, but Levi’s eagerness doesn’t stick to schedules.

Twirling a disheveled lock of hair around a finger, he brings his mouth to your ear and purrs, “it’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t have to do…, ah!” He winces at the blissful sensation spreading under his belly as he rolls his hips against your sleeping figure; you can feel his half-limp cock growing bigger and harder.

“I’ll do the job.” He finishes his sentence. You hum groggily, nuzzling your face in the fluffy pillow. A little smile quirks at the corners of his lips. He lifts the bottom of your nightie, and his fingers anchor at the hem of your cotton underwear, shimming them down your legs and tosses them away. Rimy air slaps your butt cheeks, and you pout but Levi warms you up with kisses, pampering the stretch marks he adores. He pinches here, and slaps there, tenderly so as not to cause any discomfort.

He takes his boxers off, giving a respite to his restrained erection. who knows what he was dreaming about to wake up like this at four am. He grunts and rubs himself on your ass.

You’re so beautiful when you’re asleep. So peaceful, little snores flee between your parted lips.

He lubes you up as well as his hardness and pushes you on your tummy, spreading your legs to access from behind.

You can feel his weight and warmth over you, his heartbeats drumming on your back. He pushes in, and both mewl in unison. You love it when he takes you like this, with your tummy flat on the bed, you can feel the tip of his cock reaching your depths, and when he moves, he strokes the right place, giving full attention to your g spot.

His hips rock back and forth at a languid rhythm, taking every inch of your tight channel, letting the heat swaddle him. You feel so good clamp around him, always taking him so well.

“Levi…” you breath his name like honey. “Love you.”

“I-ah!” He throws his head back, “love you too.” He leans and kisses your head. “Can I… can I come inside?”

“As you please.”

Shit.

His cock twitches at the thought of filling you with his seed. Him leaving his mark inside you. He increases the pace just enough, beads of sweat making his forehead glow. His harsh breaths tangle in your hair, and you know you won’t make it before him. He’ll find a way to make it up to you later.

Waves of come crash in your cervix; a low growl follows, and he pushes deep into you, pressing his pricking balls between your thighs.

But he doesn’t pull out when he’s done. He stays there, with a huge smile plastered on his face, shifting your entwined bodies a bit to the side, and little by little, Morpheus casts his magic on him too.