“Watch yourself.” His voice crooned into her ear. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are falling apart on my cock.”
His words rang into her head as her eyes opened and watched how truly right he was. The halo of a glow surrounding her. His hand held on to her hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep her upright, her trembling legs holding on for fear life as he fucked into her. Standing bent over the sink, he could get the angle that had her losing it once already on him. The wet sounds of their sex and his balls smacking against her clit filled the bathroom, the echo making it feel all the more intense.
“I can’t.” She whimpered. “M’gonna cum again.” Her stuttered breaths were like fuel to him, the pace continuing but a bit harder. He was thick and long, filling her in ways no one else had ever been able to before. Looking in the mirror and seeing how much he loved being inside of her, how his eyes locked on hers in the reflection? It was out of one of her filthiest smut books.
“Then cum, baby. No one’s stopping you.” He smirked. “Just keep watching. The prettiest girl with the best pussy… look like an angel when you cum.” His own face was flushed, jaw slack as he worked her, watching the pleasure on her face as he got all the way in. How her mouth would fall open just a bit more. “Just can’t get over how perfect you are. Letting me have you like this… my best girl.” He pulled tighter on her hair to make her arch a little more, his other hand fingering over her slippery, swollen clit. She was clenching around him, a creamy ring around the base of his cock from how aroused she was. The most gorgeous view there was.
“Fuck- fuck!” Her second orgasm approached, her hand smacking against the mirror to keep herself upright as the tremors hit her. Her eyes met his as it hit her, the mirror capturing what she usually didn’t see. Her body moving, Harry holding her up, her breasts bouncing with each thrust he gave her and her own arousal taking over her face as he fucked her through it, murmuring praises in her ear.
“That’s it, I know. I know baby, just keep watching. Maybe you can see why I’m so fucking obsessed.”
Blurb request: You insist on being with Henry while he’s filming even if it only means you see him when he crawls into bed exhausted after a long day of filming. One night he comes back to the hotel super late and you’re already asleep, and he feels very guilty because you’re there for him but you don’t get any quality time together. You feel him get into bed and wake up to reassure him just sleeping next to him is enough :) Sorry if this is too long/too specific...
You felt the bed drip behind you and the exhausted huff and sore groan as Henry eased into bed with you. He’d spent all day sword fighting on the set of the Witcher and was beat, every muscle in his body sore and screaming from the demanding movement with the heavy sword and taking bumps from doing his own stunts. You smiled, still half asleep, as Henry’s thick arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against him, spooning you and nuzzling his face into your hair and the back of your neck.
It was like that in the long weeks of Henry shooting the Witcher, he was gone before you woke up and got home after you fell asleep, like clockwork, the pure definition of ‘two ships passing in the night’. It was one of those night, that you were laying in bed, but still wide awake, willing yourself to find some kind of sleep, when you heard the card reader of the hotel room door click and it opened, permitting the bright hallway light into the room. Henry let the door close with a soft click and fumbled around the room, putting things down, picking something up and pulling clothing off; Henry always slept in the nude. With his customary sigh, as he sat down on the edge of his side of the bed, he scrubbed his palms over his face and let out a gaping yawn.
“Filming was that good, was it?” You asked, rolling onto your back.
“Shit.” Henry snapped, the sound of your voice spooking him and causing Kal to let out a questioning woof from his spot at the foot of the bed. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I was already awake.” You assured him, sitting up and started rubbing his back. “I miss you.” You mumbled under your breath.
Henry sighed again and turned to face you. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He frowned, heartbroken that you had asked to come with him on location so you could spend more time together, and the only moment the pair of you had since coming, was on the first day, you sat in the make-up trailer with him and Kal.
“It’s fine, Puppy.” You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Knowing you’re at least getting some sleep with me, is more than enough.” You assured him.
Hey sorry to bother you but I have a question. Maybe I missed it in the series and in that case I'm so sorry, but in ''my king'', when (and how) did Drew realized he loved his Queen? (Sorry for my english btw). Much love to you!!
You know....I don’t actually specifying when it was actually “love” but....now....I have a way to show for it. And why not write it as a little blurb.
You couldn’t help but smile at your king as he laid himself upon your chest, listening to your heartbeat as the two of you tried to get some sleep. His weight on your body made you feel safe and secured while your fingers brushed through his dark locks, feeling the soft strands between your nimble fingers.
A question was on your mind as you thought of the first night the two of you had met. The night where Drew wedded you without question. It made you wonder....
“Drew,” you murmured. Your king gave a deep hum. “When.....did you realize...that you were in love with me?” Drew slowly rose himself onto his elbows at your question. He looked into your eyes, his blue shining in the moonlight peaking through the window. “I mean...I know you said you chose me to be your bride a little while before we met because my father asked in a letter....and because you remembered...the inklings of feelings for me but....when did you fall in love with me?”
“You’re right that the first time I had an inkling of feelings for you was at a time before the two of us were properly introduced,” he answered, crawling up to lay beside you. One of his large arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his side. “When my father held the great gathering here and all the lairds were invited including any family they wished to bring....it was the first time I saw you...and I thought you were beautiful....but...to be fair, it was nothing more than when a man looks at a painting before being rushed on to the next.” You felt Drew’s fingers draw patterns against your sides. “I only remembered you from then....but....it wasn’t....love until....” Drew trailed off in thought.
“Until what?” you asked. Drew smiled. He must’ve loved his memory.
“Well....until I saw you standing in front of your keep,” he said to you. “When....when you put the circlet I made you on....and you looked like a queen. That’s when I knew....I loved you. Because I saw the power you had inside you, the kind soul, and the confidence....that would blossom into the queen I see today.” You smiled at that. Back then, you knew you were shy and not as confident into the role you were thrusted into. But now, you were everything Drew saw in you. “It’s....perhaps sad to say that I didn’t love you until the day we were to wed....but I did...fall in love with you on that day and every moment after.” You couldn’t help but beam at your husband before reaching to peck his lips sweetly. He chuckled with a small smile. “I did remember you from before....and I thought you were beautiful but getting to know you after our vows and....all this time after....I can’t help but fall in love with you just a little more every day.”
“You’re a romantic,” you teased him before giving him one more sweet kiss. Another chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“And what about you, my queen?” he asked, lifting you to sit you on his lap. “When do you think you fell in love with me?” The question left you frozen in thought....when did you fall for Drew?
“Hmm...it’s hard to say. I thought I was nothing more than chattel, being prodded to the auction before our vows....but after.....how sweet you were with me....I started to fall for you then...without realizing,” you murmured, your hands splayed along Drew’s pecs. “But....the moment you made this place feel like home....and you let me be...and let me be my own person....that’s when I knew I loved you. And the time when people were making fun of me, and you challenge their taunts....that’s when I could feel it in my heart that I loved you just the same.” You could see Drew smile at that.
“That’s because this place is your home....and you are your own person,” he murmured to you, cupping a cheek with a large hand to guide you down to his lips. “And no one messes with my queen.” He kissed you slowly and you reveled in it. You could feel his love within in.
Yes, it was true, love wasn’t the first thing you felt with each other upon meeting....it was nothing but a quickened pulse, clammy hands, and stuttering breaths, a crush or the anxiety of meeting someone because you knew as well as he what the intentions of that night meant. But now, after everything, the two of you had all the love to give to each other and it showed. A love that couldn’t be taken away or tarnished. A love that was everlasting and strong. It was going to be forever....
“So I just…. Suck?” Her eyes looked at him skeptically. In her hand was his length, hot and heavy in her palm. Twitching in interest as her gaze flitted between his cock and his eyes.
When she had asked for his help with something, Harry had not imagined this. Not in the slightest. Asking him if it was cool if she helped him figure out how to do some of the sexual shit with someone he trusted before she checked off ‘one night stand’ from the bucket list. It was a bit out of left field if you asked him, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to deny her.
He had a really hard time telling her no. Ever.
“Well… you can, but there can be more to it than that.” He chuckled, lightly brushing his fingers over her hair. “You got t’tease, usually. I mean, you can just go for it. It’ll still feel great. And you’ve got a good mouth for it.” Oops. Hadn’t meant to say that, but he swiftly moved on. “But if you just… kiss on it a bit. Lick. Explore. It fluffs up the ego. Can’t lie- even just how you reacted to my dick made me feel great.”
She had cursed, eyes wide as she had taken him into her hand. Looking over it in awe and telling him she had no clue how the fuck it would fit in her mouth, Y/N was so stupidly sexy and didn’t have a clue just how hot it was. Just her smaller hand wrapped around him and seeing her on her knees between his spread thighs was wank bank material.
“Hm.” She hummed, looking over him. “It’s good when it’s wet, right?”
Harry could feel her warm breath puffing out over him, a bit distracted from that. Even just feeling her hand wrapped around him was something that had him feeling weak. At his nod, she simply pulled back, spitting right over the head of his cock and letting her hand begin to smear it over the length with the hand around it. Harry couldn’t help the groan that left his mouth, swallowing thickly as he watched her spit coat his cock in a thin layers.
“That’s one way to do it.” He mumbled. “Good. You’ve got the sex eyes down.” She really did. The mix of her stroking him slowly with her wet hand and her hot gaze, he felt a bit out of sorts. Usually he was the one who teased her but now, the tables had turned.
“Wasn’t even trying.” She sighed, scooting closer between his legs. “And I suck now?” The tilt of her head with her genuine interest went straight to his stomach, making his cock twitch in her hand. The eye contact she kept with him was hot but also unnerving, his hand gently pushing the hair a bit tighter into his hand so he could help if need be.
“Mhm. Just watch the teeth. Don’t take too much. Just… gentle. I’ll tell you how you’re doing.” He rasped, watching as she broke the eye contact and looked down to the leaking tip. There wasn’t any other hesitation as she brushed her tongue along it. The hot muscle running over the sensitive bit made him exhale sharply, a soft hum leaving her mouth as she decided it didn’t taste too bad. “Can just suck on the tip a bit, if you’d like. It won’t be too hard.”
“Easy for you to say.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re massive.” It was a bit intimidating but equally as impressive to her, leaning forward and carefully taking the head into her mouth. Leading with her tongue cushioning the underside, she exhaled through her nose as she wrapped her lips around it and suckled just a bit. It wasn’t too bad, but she found herself getting more excited as she took a bit more in.
Harry’s reaction was part of it. Leaning his head back against the couch, the sight tightening of his fist. The twitch of him in her mouth as she took her time, slowly sucking and licking over him. It was hot. Seeing his jaw clenched and his other hand white knuckling the pillow, she knew she had to be doing something right.
“There we go. That’s it.” He praised. His tone has dropped a bit more to the type he had when he was freshly woken up, eyes lulling a bit as she began to experiment a bit. “You’re doin’ amazing, love. Such a fast learner. Should have known.” His gaze was locked on her lips stretched around him, pushing down a bit and pulling back up as she got used to him.
He could have cried when she pulled off, strings of her spit connecting her swelling bottom lip with his dick. “What else can I do? What do you like?” She continued the lazy strokes, not moving her mouth too far from him. “Is it like the porn? Do I just take it in my throat? I don’t want to get or anything.” A slight furrow in her brow was soothed when his hand unfurled from the pillow and came to stroke her brow. She was adorable for this, and if he wasn’t so horny, he would coo.
“No, no. Feels great when you’re able to get me in your throat but I’d never expect that from a first time.” He didn’t like the idea of anyone just shoving themselves down her throat. “You can do a lot with how much you’re taking now. I… I like it wet.” He didn’t know why he felt a bit shy admitting that. “Messy. I think the hottest thing is when they enjoy it too. Don’t care about being prim and proper. Some people aren’t into giving it like that, and that’s alright but… I don’t think any man is going to turn away a blowie like that.”
Y/N was up for the challenge, it seemed.
Harry had to compliment her ability to take notes. As much as he likes her eagerness- part of him was a bit nervous he wouldn’t last. She spit over the length of him again, slicking him up and pressing him back into her mouth with a hum. The whole thing has caught him off guard- just as much as her asking him to help her out and teach him.
The quick learner she was, it took little time for her to adjust. There was a slight moment where he has to remind her of her teeth, but she took it in stride. Simply adjusting and continuing, watching his reactions as she found herself enjoying it. It was the knowledge that she was the one making him moan. Hearing the hitch in his breath, letting him adjust her by her hair, it was something she hadn’t anticipated liking nearly as much as she did. And it showed.
“Fuck me.” He groaned, relishing in the feeling of the hot mouth sucking him in and the hand stroking him up and down. “Don’t know what the hell you were worried about. You’re doin’ so fucking good.” The words slurred, lost in the sound of the slick click of her hand stroking him in time with her mouth. “You’re so good. Gonna make me cum soon.”
His mouth held back a lot. He didn’t want to make it weird because hell, this was his friend, but just her true want to do it and determination to find the best way to please him outsold some of the other blowies he had gotten in his life. Her focus was his pleasure and getting his praise, his feedback. Somehow it made it hotter than a lot of other things. Her trust in him, too. She trusted him to do this.
“So I’m good at this, then?” She popped off for a moment, licking over the slit. “Won’t seem… clueless? I want to go for sexy. Is one time enough?” The question made him throb. The prospect of getting her mouth again? He would never turn that down.
“As long as you do what I show you… but maybe we should practice a few more times. If that’s you want, darling. You’ve got a sweet mouth already. I’d be honored to show you more.”
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“Don’t stop, bunny.” His hoarse voice muttered, hands behind his head as he watches you bounce.
There’s desperation on your face, and he can feel said desperation slipping down his cock and soaking his thighs and balls. There’s no mistaking this. You’re needy and wet but you were bad and he can’t help but make you work for it.
“Please- I’m gettin’ tired, H. Please.” You begged. The sweat was visible on your brow as you ground herself against his cock, and Harry was loving every moment of it. Seeing how desperate you were for an orgasm, the primal need for such a filthy human thing got him off almost as quickly as being wrapped in your cunt.
“S’too bad, isn’t it? You were the one that made us leave early.” The condescending tone did something to you obviously, Harry growing a small smirk as he felt your cunt flutter around his length. “You were such a needy little slut that you begged me to go home.” He wasn’t even touching you, and it was driving you crazy.
“I could have spent a few more hours… had another drink, too. But you had to be a whore and have us leave. If you want to cum… you’ve got to do it yourself.” Of course he loved being inside of you, making you cum. There was nothing like feeling you clenched around him, looking down and seeing the mess of cream and slick you drenched him in.
But you had to learn a lesson.
“Keep bouncing on me like a good little bunny and make me cum in you. Better make it worth leaving the party.”
Could you write a My King fix where Asuka is an actual Empress that sails to Scotland with her Lady-in-Waiting Kairi? She could sail there for any reason, I just think it would be fun to write about how Drew and Asuka interact and how Scotland you react to Asuka and Kairi being crazy.
I’ve always wanted to put more leaders in this series!!! I’m still trying to figure out who would lead what! But this was too hard to pass up!
In all your years as Queen.....the one thing that still surprised you and was the most interesting part of the job, was meeting other royalty and nobility. And those that fascinated you the most, were royals and leaders from other lands and countries.
One such leader that had fascinated you upon your first meeting with them, was the Empress of Japan. She seemed like a fun-loving woman and her style, the gown and large coat she wore showed that. It was so eccentric and intriguing to you and to those who witnessed her.
She had sailed to Scotland for a meeting between your King and other leaders to create relationships and figure out trade routes and other such agreements.
Some of the leaders invited didn’t want to be there and their disdain had shown the moment they crossed the threshold into your keep. But other leaders were over-enthusiastic about being there...such as the Empress. Or from what you could tell.
Empress Asuka spoke so enthusiastically in her language during her time in the keep. Such words that boomed and showed her emotion and fire. Though she did give a few sentences in English, her true passion was brought out more in her mother tongue and you couldn’t be bothered by it. People speaking other languages fascinated you. And you didn’t want to quell the Empress’ passion. The vibrancy of her tone and the excitement she had when she spoke made you smile, even if you didn’t know the words she was speaking. Her handmaiden filled in those gaps, though.
Asuka’s handmaiden was a little smaller than her. Her name was Kairi and she was just as excited to be in the keep as her Empress, but her excitement seemed more like childlike wonder than the enthusiasm her Empress expressed. In conversation, Kairi would add to her Empress’ dialogue and give you the happiest little grins you ever saw as she spoke of the connections Asuka wished to make at the meeting. How Asuka wanted to be great friends with Scotland, gaining trading goods and giving some in return, as well as the aid of Scotland if Japan ever needed it and vice versa.
“Friends,” Kairi and Asuka said in English and nodded between each other. You gave them a grand nod.
“Friends,” you agreed, even though Asuka hasn’t spoken about what she hopes to gain from the meeting with your king. No matter what it is. You hoped to be friends with Asuka. She seemed genuine and passionate about her people and her land and that was such a quality you liked.
Drew seemed to like the Empress just as much as you did. He would give one of the largest smiles at her avid language and flair and gave her a seat closest to him. She told jokes and stories filled with fun and adventure from her own travels. She was the life of the meeting and made you gracious for her presence. She made you and your king laugh at her jokes and her stories filled with such wild tales and all around craziness.
At the end of the day though, she was there on business; to find allies and make strong connections.
Asuka was very serious when it came to the needs and demands as the extension of Japan and her people. And she knew what she wouldn’t stand for in trade partners and what she was seeking in her allies. And if you disrespected her, she wasn’t afraid to tell you what she thought....as you witness her do to a leader who wasn’t too keen on making friends.
But with Scotland, with Drew and you, she was very intrigued and interested in the alliance that could be forged there. Drew made it known in the meeting that the Empress of Japan and her people would be allies with Scotland. It made Asuka stand up and cheer, raising a cup of the alcohol she brought as a gift, in toast before drinking it down. Kairi cheered as well, drinking her own cup. You and Drew followed suit, toasting to the agreements and the alliance you formed with the elated leader of Japan. You two toasted the long success and alliance to come and Asuka nodded her agreement speaking her own piece in Japanese to which Kairi smiled at her Empress in pride. Asuka then spoke in English, praising the future of the alliance.
“To us!” she insisted, raising her glass towards you and Drew. You and your king toasted back and everyone drank in respect for the future to come with the Empress as a friend and ally.
