quick lil baelor drabble cuz i need that old man carnally
SMUT! 18+ MINORS DNI
when you walk into his study, most of the keep’s inhabitants have been long asleep. the handmaidens and maesters have retreated to their quarters, the halls and courtyards and sept silent and empty. seldom for the stray rats and watchful eyes of the Gods, you were utterly alone. back in your chambers, the balmy warmth of the summer evening made you restless in a way that had you pacing the stone floors, bare feet pattering all the way to his door.
alone. yes, all too maddening, it felt to be alone in the bed you shared with your husband nightly. as the heir to the Iron Throne, he often was busy for most of your days: small council meetings, hushed discussions with high ranking lords and men of the kingsguard, and tonight, the hard grip of a quill over ink-scribbled parchment. a furrowed salt-and-pepper brow, silver-ringed fingers twitching and tapping atop wood.
and here you are, now, a gentle plume of mist in the center of all the night’s frustrations: laden in the fluttering white silk of your nightgown, skin soft and unburdened by the weight of heavy jewelry or busy embroidery. simple. a heart-achingly easy reprieve for his eyes. it’s hard for him to look away from you once he notices your presence, once he looks up from the tomes and treasury accounts, and you relish the attention as you approach with a saccharine, innocent smile. he returns it with one of his own, but with a far smaller degree of innocence. one brown eye, one violet, peering beneath that once-creased brow, now settled into a knowing, yet gentle reproach. you’ve interrupted his work, and by all accounts, he should shoo you away. but he cannot; not when you look like such a gift tonight.
“you should be asleep.” low tones of speech that rumble deep in your abdomen, gentle hands that pull you onto his lap and slide over the smallest part of your midsection, dangerously close to the thin part of the fabric covering your chest. “and yet I am most glad that you are not.” lips that linger near the exposed skin at your shoulder where your nightgown droops, then make the barest contact, skimming up the thrumming veins of your neck. a straying touch, skirting under the material of your nightgown between your thighs. “may I?” and you nod slowly, as if this is not precisely what you traversed those dim halls to do. those same ringed fingers kneading experimentally; ritualistically against the heat of you, and then pressing inward with a soft exhale, like he knew you’d be ready for him. “ah, so this is why you sought me out tonight,” moving the fingers in and out rhythmically and slowly, a thumb simultaneously nudging the center of the nerves. “accepting me so readily. I am quite a lucky man.”
even as your body grows rigid and your hips begin to cant feverishly atop his lap, his subtle movements do not cease, and his words soften in volume but harden in their intensity. “sweet girl, are you always this desperate for me? is this how you ache, when I have my nose in courtly matters?” he knows you are reaching a tipping point as he mumbles against you, fingers plunging into you more powerfully, and his free hand tucks a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly. “though, perhaps,” he hums, admiring the rise and fall of your chest with your labored breaths, “you might prefer for me to have my nose elsewhere, hm?” his slight amusement at your frantic state is only slightly mocking, off-set by the soothing strokes of that free hand at the flesh of your hip, cupping and caressing through the fabric as he guides your movements.
he lets you ride out the cresting wave of pleasure, still snugly and safely seated atop his lap. “yes, good girl. very good, my dear.” whispering praise and words of encouragement, letting you relax and lean a sweat-shiny brow against his shoulder even as you feel him achingly hard beneath you. a problem that is easily remedied after he escorts you back to your shared chambers, if you so desire.
lol whoops🫣 got a little carried away with this one but hope u guys liked
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