Mighty & Powerful (High King Peter)
warnings: smut, throne kink (i mean if it is a thing), oral (f receiving), y/n is a maid and also naughty (i mean don't touch the stuff you are not supposed to touch honey), a bit of self-underestimating, avoiding high king has some consequences, peter is sassy and i love him, he is also very caring.
a/n: oh wow this is my first attempt writing an english smut. i'm very excited. if there is any mistake, please correct me. and please let me know what you think. good god i feel like a pure sin. also thank god william was in the royals, otherwise i would have zero gifs. gifs are not mine. i just edited the first gif.
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You knew you shouldn't be there.
As the maid of the castle, it wasn't appropriate for you to be in the throne room. Okay, you were sort of flirting with High King and he obviously was interested in you βand he made sure you knew that, but still, you knew you shouldn't be there.
It wasn't your intention when you left the kitchen. You just wanted to find him and spend some time with him if you were lucky. He'd been busy recently, Cair Paravel had visitors and as High King, he was busy with them. You hadn't seen him for almost two days, except for the times you were serving in the dining hall.
You were walking in the corridor when you saw the door of the room was open. You wanted to look to see if he was in there but he wasn't. The room was empty. It encouraged you.
That was the reason why you went closer to the thrones. You just wanted to look at them, you always appreciated almost everything in the castle because everything was so beautiful and majestic. And you'd always liked the thrones, they were so mighty and powerful. The way you wanted to feel.
You of course went closer to his throne first, looked at its golden engravings. Well, it actually looked so much mightier and stronger as he was sitting on it. Without him, it just looked like a fancy chair. You realized the factor that made the throne so mighty and powerful was him, not the throne. The way he sat, the way his legs were open, the way his cape touched the floor, the way he put his hands to its arms and the rings he wore shined under the lights were the reason why the throne looked like that.
You took a short breath. Why were you thinking those things and torturing yourself? He hadn't talked to you for almost two days. He probably didn't even think of you for a second. He was the High King, why would he think of you? How could he? He probably had thousands of things in his mind that were so much more important than you.
Oh, how badly and remedilessly you needed to feel mighty and powerful. You wanted to feel something different from self-pity and longing for him.
You touched the arm of the throne. You softly ran your finger on it. It was cold. Then you realized what you were doing. You immediately stopped touching it. Oh, what were you thinking? What if you got cought?
Well, you didn't get cought and you'd been there for a while. The room was still empty and the door was almost closed. You took another short breath.
βOkay,β You mumbled. βFor a second. Just a second. Then I'll leave and never come back.β
To sit on the throne, you turned your face to the door and fastly sit on it.
It was a mistake. Because it was the exact moment you saw him, his body standing at the door, tall, strong and broad.
You were about the stand up but he raised his hand, implying you to stay where you were.
Your heart started beating faster, your chest was moving fastly and it was visible. You were in panic and you felt so guilty. Why couldn't you just walk away? How were you going to explain this?
βIf I'm being honest, M'Lady,β He said. βI really fancy the way you look right now.β
βI-I'm so sorry, Your Highness,β You stuttered while you intended to stand up.
βStay there.β He ordered, using his High King voice. He then closed the door. The voice of it slamming harshly made you take a shaky breath.
He wasn't Peter now, he was the High King and you knew you were in so much trouble.
βWhat are you doing, sweetheart?β He asked as he took a step to come closer to you. βI mean, I can see that you are sitting on my throne, that's for sure. However, what are you doing?β
He was getting closer and your heart was beating faster and faster, which surprised you because you thought it was already beating fast enough to kill you.
βI...β You couldn't say anything. What were you doing really? βI don't know.β
He chuckled. βI also fancy your bravery. Being here is something, but sitting on my throne is something else. I am very impressed.β
βI'm so sorry, Your Majesty, I really am. If you let me, I can leave and never come back. Pleaseββ
βOh, sweetheart,β He was now standing in front of you. He leaned and put his hands to the arms of the throne, where your hands already were. His big hands were now on yours and you felt his hot skin.
βDo you really think I will just let you go?β His face was so close to yours.
βI hope so.β You whispered and he smiled.
βI think you shouldn't. I haven't talked to you for two days, you did your best to avoid me, and when I finally find you, you are sitting on my throne. I think you know I won't let you go.β
You just took a sheaky breath and helplessly said, βI didn't avoid you. I was just doing my job.β
βAre you saying that your job is to stay away from me in crowded places and immediately find an excuse to leave the room when we are finally on our own?β
βWe were never truly on our own.β
βOh, I see,β He nodded shortly. βI bet you think because you are a maid, you shouldn't be with me. Am I right?β
βNo, I don'tββ
βYou are full of surprises, Y/N. You think I don't want to you to be with me because you are a maid but you come here and dare to sit on my throne.β
You gulped. Oh, you were really screwed up.
βTell me the honest reason why you wanted to sit here.β
You licked your lips before speaking. You felt you needed some fresh air, and water. But you knew you were going to be there for a while.
βI... I just wanted to feel mighty and powerful for a second. Nothing more. I meant no harm, I was going to leave immediately.β
He frowned. βYou don't need to sit on some fancy chair to feel or be mighty and powerful. You already are. Sweetheart, are you badly forgetful? Did you forget everything you did for me and Narnia? Or don't you have a mirror in your room? Have you ever truly seen yourself?β
You couldn't look at his face while he was talking. You felt so ashamed and you were not a person knowing how to react to a compliment.
βLook at me, Y/N. Look at me and listen carefully, okay?β
You did what he said and nodded.
βYou don't need a fancy chair, a beautiful dress, a job you think is better, me, or anyone and anything else to be mighty and powerful. You already are. It makes me very angry to see that you are underestimating yourself. I could count everything you did and everything about you that amazes me, but unfortunately I desperately want to kiss you right now.β
Before you could even react, your lips met, no, your lips almost crushed because he kissed you so passionately, and long. You let him do whatever he wanted to do because you needed him, oh, you needed him so strongly that it surprised you. You never thought a person could desire a person the way you did.
His lips left yours and started kissing your neck. You turned your head a little and gave him more place to kiss. He kissed your neck, under of your ear, and your collarbone.
You were breathing heavily now. Your body was relieved because it finally came together with him, but at the same time it was burning with much more desire because it wanted more.
His hands left yours and touched your back to find the ropes holding your dress together. He was quick because he'd done it before, so many times. He learnt by heart the way you tied them.
He pushed your dress down, releasing your breasts. He had no seconds to lose; he needed to touch you, feel you, and make you feel good. He quickly took one of your nipples into his mouth, the other one was taken care of by his fingers.
All you could do was whining. He knew what he was doing very well. He knew how to drive you crazy. You sometimes hated how perfectly he knew your body because he could always use it against you but in the end, who were you to complain?
While his wet and warm mouth were on your breasts, you used your hands to untie his cape and you pushed it back from his shoulders. Then you pulled his shirt but you couldn't take it off because his body was over yours. He understood what you wanted and took a break to get rid of his shirt.
Oh, there his beautiful body was. You absolutely loved his body. His sunkissed skin was just perfect. He was muscular and his chest was broad, he had many scars but you didn't mind them at all, they were of course upsetting you but on the other side, they were the proofs and symbols of his survivals, which was something making you feel so proud of him and love him even more.
He smiled when he saw your eyes on his body. He could see the admiration and desire, which made him feel good. He loved being appreciated by you. Honestly, there was no other person whose opinions he cared as much as he cared yours.
Before leaning down to kiss you again, he took his crown from his head and put it to yours. He'd never done this before and you were surprised. Why did he do that? You had no explanations.
He looked at you, how beautiful you looked. On his throne, wearing his crown. He loved it when you were close to things that actually belonged him. It made him feel like now you were actually in his life, physically and tangibly. When it came to you, it was all about giving. Maybe he'd never shown it before but he could do anything for you when you told him to do. Each word coming out of your mouth was a duty he needed to fulfil.
His thumb caressed your cheek for a moment, then he finally kissed you again. You touched his body, ran your hands on his smooth skin as he kissed you. You felt his hand caressing your leg underneath your dress. His touch was gentle, warm and directly going to your burning core.
You automatically tried to close your legs but he stopped you.
Then he pushed the skirt of your dress up as you watched him. You had no power to do anything. You just could watch and let him. He made you weak but it was alright. You actually loved that kind of weakness.
You felt one of his fingers running on your underwear. You breathed loudly.
βAlready wet.β You heard him murmuring. βAlready wet for me.β
He took your underwear off and when the air hit your core, you wanted to close your legs again but he cought your right leg and put it to the arm of the throne.
βStay still, sweetheart.β
You nodded.
But it was very hard to stay still when his mouth was finally there and he licked your clit.
You moaned and your back left the throne.
βPeter,β You whimpered.
You felt his lips smiling to your skin and heard his chuckle.
βYou finally learnt your lesson, didn't you?β
By force of habit, you called him βYour Highnessβ or βYour Majestyβ while you were having sex a few times and you could say that he didn't like it, not at all. Because according to him, he was the High King to everyone, but he wanted to be special to you, he wanted to be his true self to you, therefore he ordered to be called Peter, not something else. Well, when you called him something else, he made sure you would remember what the consequences would be if you did it next time.
You couldn't answer him because your head was in the clouds. You couldn't think anything but his tongue and the way it worked.
It was teasing your clitoris, then your enterance. Actually it was everywhere, leaving a wet mark behind it. He was eating you out like his life depended on it.
You were moaning, and your legs began shaking. Your hand were inside his hair, pulling it and desperately pushing his head to your clit more. You knew what you were doing but somehow, you also didn't.
That feeling emerged, informing you that you couldn't hold it any longer. You were so close to cum but Peter didn't care. He wanted to make you cum.
βOh,β Your chest was moving fastly, you were biting your lip. βPeter, I'm so close.β You managed to say.
Then he pushed his tongue to your enterance.
βOh!β You pulled his hair tighter. You couldn't take it anymore, everything felt so intense and the pleasure blew your mind.
It didn't take so long for you to cum. You screamed his name as you did. You were breathing fastly and were a total mess. He kissed inside of your leg before standing up.
You saw his lips, red and wet. His hair was completely messy but he looked so handsome and still magnificent.
βCome,β He took your hand helped you while you were standing up.
He kissed your lips. It was a miracle that you could remain standing and kiss him back because your legs were still shaking. But his hands were on your waist and you knew you was holding you.
He turned your body after the kiss, and you knew what you were supposed to do. You bent over, and put your hands to the arms of the throne.
You looked at him over your shoulder as he took off his pants very quickly. Even looking at it made you feel so good and when he finally was inside you, you lost it and moaned loudly.
He filled you perfectly. It was everything you needed. You felt complete and loved that idea of you two completing each other, in every way possible.
At first he was slow, letting you adjust to the feeling but then he started getting faster. He knew the way you liked it and gave it to you.
He grabbed your waist while he fucked you fast. You heard his groans. His voice was deep and filled with passion. He moaned your name. You felt his breath on your skin.
Then he pulled you to himself and made your back touch to his chest. You felt now his cock was buried inside you even deeper. You couldn't stop whimpering. Everything was perfect. Just perfect.
His forehead was on your shoulder. He kissed your skin. Then, he bit your neck, leaving a mark there. His hands found your nipples and played with them. Your body was completely occupied by his and feeling him everywhere was all you ever needed.
βPeter,β You moaned, at the same time he moaned your name.
βTwo days,β He whispered. βTwo days without you is enough to drive me crazy, enough to make me lose my control.β
βYou say it like it is a bad thing.β You could answer him this time.
He smiled when he heard your answer and kissed your jawbone.
He loved it. He loved the way you were ready and willing to take him no matter how he was. You accepted him easily and the way he were, and he loved you for that. Was he going to lose his control? You were ready to take it. Without any judgements, any questions, you just accepted him and every time he felt it, he loved you even more.
You put your head to his shoulder, and he kissed your completely open neck. The only reason why you still could stand was his body. You leaned on him. You knew he would hold you. He always did.
βI'm so close,β You said. βPlease never stop.β
βIt's alright,β He said. βI will not.β
He kept his promise and fucked you until you came for the second time. He then pulled himself out and came to your ass.
He hugged your waist, his head on your back, rested for a while to catch his breath.
βAre you okay?β He asked.
βMore than okay, actually.β You replied, couldn't stop smiling.
He smiled too. βLet me dress you up, then we can go to our room.β
βI canββ
He interrupted you. βLet me.β It wasn't a request now.
He dressed you up, gently but fastly. He could see you were tired and needed some rest, therefore he wanted to take you to bed.
βWon't you take it back?β You asked, implying the crown on your head.
βNo, it suits you.β
βIt is yours.β You objected.
βWell, the throne was also mine but you didn't seem to care, did you sweetheart?β
You couldn't help but laugh. βIt still looks weird though. Look at my dress andββ
The look on his face was enough to make you stop talking.
βWe've just talked about it.β He said in a very dissappointed voice.
βI think I need some time,β You spoke as he tool your hand. βTo get used to it.β
βTo get used to what?β
βI don't know. I guess... everything.β
You started walking to leave the room.
βI can help you with that, M'Lady.β
You smiled. βOh, I bet you can.β
oh hi hello hello! i hope you like it, please tell me what you think.
love, andrea. β‘