i wake with your memory
kinktober fic #1
honestly maybe only, ngl. idk, smut is sometimes difficult lol. titled it bc i posted it to ao3, but it will eventually go into my main robbleyna fic, these hollow empty spaces, because it is in fact canon to that universe. 3.4k words, mostly of Robb eating out Eleyna🥰. Please lemme know what you think!
tags: oral sex, robb stark x lannister!oc, vaginal fingering, titty worship, handjob, Stark Fangs™️, possessive Robb, thigh fucking? kind of?
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It had been a long two months since Robb had finally kissed Eleyna, had... had practically defiled her. Robb couldn't get it out of his mind — the feeling of Eleyna wrapped around his fingers, the softness of her skin, the sound of her moans, they were haunting him.
He'd been overcome with guilt when morning had come and he'd woken up in Eleyna's bed. She was beautiful like that, asleep on his chest with early morning light making her skin golden, and he'd just watched her for a long while — until the guard assigned to Eleyna's room had opened the door to let a maid bring in breakfast. His face still burned at the memory of being caught half dressed in bed with his hostage — because there was no way around it, Eleyna, as a Lannister, is his hostage. He should never have even looked at her in such a way, let alone had his fingers inside her.
He's been avoiding her ever since. He'd sworn her guard and maid to secrecy and left Eleyna's room in a hurry, not daring to look back as she called after him in an adorably sleepy, confused voice. Every time he'd passed her in the month after, she'd tried to catch his attention, and every time he'd forced himself to ignore her, the way her face fell made his chest ache.
She's inescapable, though. He sits at the High Table in Riverrun's Great Hall, and he can't look away from where Eleyna is laughing at something Roslin has said. She'd made friends with his uncle's wife, because of course she had — Eleyna was easy to love, despite what she herself claimed — and Roslin, as the new Lady of Riverrun, had declared that Eleyna would be allowed to sup with everyone else, rather than in her room as was customary for a political prisoner. Edmure is loath to deny his wife anything these days, something Robb finds himself cursing everytime he's forced to endure Eleyna's presence so close and not even acknowledge her. Which is to say nothing of how distracting she is.
"Robb. Robb!" His mother's voice drags his attention away from the curve of Eleyna's smile. For the better really. He's tired of watching that smile fade when those pretty hazel eyes land on him. His mother is frowning. "What has gotten into you lately? You haven't been so distracted since you met..." She trails off before mentioning Talisa.
Robb's chest tightens anyway. "I'm not distracted," he forces out. "I've just had a long day."
"Have you?" Catelyn asks, an unimpressed tone to her voice. "And how much of that day was spent staring at the Lannister girl like a lovesick fool?"
"I don't—!"
"You do." His mother sighs. "I suspect it has something to do with the guards all confirming you haven't been to her rooms in several weeks?" He gapes at his mother — since when has she been keeping tabs on him?? — but she continues before he can say anything in his defense. "I am glad to see you seem to have learned that lesson, at least. It doesn't matter if you've gone and fallen in love with her, marrying her would be a mistake right now."
"I am not in love with Eleyna Lannister, Mother," Robb hisses, wine curdling in his stomach. He glances reflexively down the table to ensure Eleyna has not overheard him. "How can yo— I love Talisa. Her death does not change that!" The very prospect makes something in him recoil. "And I've already made it clear, I'm not marrying anyone, least of all a Lannister!"
Catelyn frowns at his vehemence. "It's not a terrible idea to eventually consider, Robb, honestly. Marrying his daughter may be just the thing to keep Tywin Lannister in line after winning this war."
"No. I will not marry again, Mother." He ruthlessly squashes the mental image her words evoke — Eleyna, at the heart tree, in his cloak. "And I'm certainly not going to marry her just to make her a political hostage for the rest of her life!"
"You will need a wife and heirs someday, Robb."
"Stop it," he hisses angrily. "I have no intention of having either."
"Then you had best stop looking at her, Robb."
When he looks back down the table, Eleyna has gone. He tells himself the slump to his shoulders is just coincidental, nothing to do with her. His mother gives him a knowing look and he drains his wine, calling it an early night just to get away from her.
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He wakes in bed, room lit by some flickering fire he can't see. There's an all too familiar heat burning in his veins, lit by the hazy dream he's woken from and stoked by the scent of lavender hanging in the air — he wants Eleyna, fingers itching to caress the soft skin that's not left his mind for days. He curses himself quietly — he should have known once would never be enough.
He blinks, rolls over and buries his nose in Eleyna's hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her. His arm drapes heavy across her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Her ass, full and round, rubs against his cock as she sighs and presses closer to him. His cock twitches, quickly hardening. He allows himself to rut against her, his arm tightening around her waist — she'll be the death of him, surely. She's warm and perfect, in his bed like she was made to be there. He presses a kiss just behind her ear, smiling at the soft laugh she gives. "What's so funny?"
"You're meant to be sleeping," she teases. He grins and props himself up over her. Her pretty hazel eyes are sparkling, lips upturned the slightest bit, with that quiet amusement in her face that she gets when she's trying not to smile.
"Can't sleep," he teases back, pressing feather-light kisses over her face. "You're too distracting."
Her thighs are warm and smooth under his palms, and he drags his hands up to grip her hips, thumbs rubbing tiny circles on the soft skin. He presses a kiss to her nose and grins when she lifts her chin up to catch his mouth with her own. Her mouth is as soft as the first time he kissed her, tasting faintly of the spiced mead he knows she favors. Robb brings one hand up to cup her jaw, tilting her head to kiss her more deeply, chasing the sweet taste of her mouth.
One of her hands is tangled in his curls, the other clutching at his robe, tugging him further down on top of her. He shifts, carefully settling his weight on her and moving his other hand to hold himself up. Eleyna breaks the kiss to catch her breath, chest heaving against his. Robb, loathe to let his mouth leave her at all, simply latches on to her neck — some possessive part of him wants to mark her pretty skin, has been dreaming of sinking his teeth into the elegant column of her throat for weeks now. He does just that, biting just shy of breaking skin and laving his tongue over the stinging mark. Eleyna moans, sweet and sharp and shocked. Her hand tightens in his hair, a sharp tug that makes him groan against her skin.
"Do that again," she breathes, her hand twisting in his robe to pull him closer.
He lifts his head, smirking at her. "My pretty lioness likes being marked, does she?"
Eleyna rolls her eyes fondly. "I like your teeth, yes." Her hand leaves his hair and trails down the side of his face. Her fingertips press against the tips of his sharp canines, and Robb nips at them, catching her wrist and keeping her fingers in his mouth. He watches in satisfaction as her eyes widen and grow darker, heated. "They're, um, distracting. When you smile."
Robb pulls her hand from his mouth, pressing a kiss to her palm and lacing his fingers through hers. He pins her hand above her head and captures her lips with his again. "Distracting, aye?" he murmurs into the kiss, smiling uncontrollably. He rests his forehead on hers, stealing little pecks between words. "How often are you distracted watching me smile, pretty girl?"
"I don't think I should tell you," she whispers back, her smile just as wide. "You'll be unbearably smug."
"Me? Never." He takes a breath and sits back on his knees. Eleyna is splayed out naked under him, looking like a godsdamned dream. He reaches out, hand trembling, trails his fingers down her body — between her breasts, over her ribs, along her stomach, all the way to... He lifts his hand before his fingers can dip down to the silken heat he's been dreaming of. Eleyna makes a soft sound of protest. Robb inhales shakily, and rubs a soothing palm over her thigh. "Fuck me, you're like a dream." His voice drops, whispering to himself. "No way I'm allowed to have you."
The firelight catches on the silver necklace resting in the hollow of her throat, drawing his attention. He is delighted to notice that the freckles that dust her face make new constellations across her collarbones, like stardust for his tongue to taste. Her tits are soft, perky, as perfect as the rest of her, and he leans down, unable to resist taking one rosy peak into his mouth to see if she tastes as sweet as she looks.
She does.
The sound she makes as his tongue swirls over her nipple, suckling greedily, is fucking divine. He trails his mouth across her chest to the other breast, nipping a shiny trail of kisses as he goes. Eleyna arches as he gently drags his teeth over her nipple, pressing her tit further into his mouth. He spends what feels like hours laid over her, devouring her breasts, hand kneading whichever one his mouth is neglecting at the moment. He has the passing thought that he never wants to move, that he could live happy forever with his mouth and hands on Eleyna's tits, with the sweet sounds he can draw from her.
But he can feel the heat of her center against his chest, plush thighs pressing against his ribs as he works her up. He sighs, and makes a mental note to spend at least an hour here every day she'll let him. His hands slide to grip her hips. He presses a kiss to her sternum, then her throat, then the spot just below her ear that makes her breath hitch.
"Got carried away there," he says lowly, then shrugs when she raises an eyebrow. "Can't help it if your tits are begging for my mouth, lioness. It's my gods-given duty to worship them, you know."
"Is it?" she replies, and he smirks at the flushed color of her cheeks. "Shall I expect more of that in the future then?"
"I take my duties very seriously," he agrees, kissing that sweet mouth once more. "For the moment, though, I want to taste the rest of you."
"You want... what?"
He's already moving lower, kissing his way down her body. He blinks and her thighs are over his bare shoulders, his breath ghosting over the pretty, glistening cunt before him. He hears Eleyna inhale sharply, and he presses a kiss to her soft inner thigh. He pauses, considers the canvas before him, and nips at the skin. Eleyna's hips twitch, and he smiles, taking a moment to mark her here, too — if he had his way, every inch of her would bear the imprint of his mouth, and everyone would know she was his.
The closer he gets to having her on his tongue, the more the scent of her arousal makes his mouth water. Her curls here are dark with her wetness, and he uses two fingers to part her folds. He groans quietly at the feel of her — just as silk-soft as he remembers. Her hips jerk, a soft moan going straight to his cock as he circles her bud.
"I want to taste you, 'leyna," he murmurs, voice rough with want. "Please, you smell so good."
She props herself up on her elbows and looks down at him. He smooths his hands over her stomach and meets her eyes, letting her see just how much he craves her. His mouth finds her other thigh, his eyes never leaving hers.
Her brow furrows. "That can't possibly please you."
"It can, love, I swear," he promises, pressing his nose against the damp curls and inhaling. A shudder goes down his spine. His voice cracks with an overwhelming need — a clearer headed Robb might be embarrassed by the way he begs, but his cock is hard as steel between his stomach and the sheets, and his restraint is this close to snapping. "Please, 'leyna, just tell me I can have you like this, wan' you on my tongue, pretty girl, please."
He kisses the bone of her hip softly, trails his nose along her stomach, presses his mouth just above where he actually wants to. Her hips shift like she's trying to get his mouth on her core, the sheets damp underneath her.
"Yes, yes," Eleyna says breathlessly, nodding. "Please, Robb, I need—"
He groans, the sound of his name on her lips striking lightning in his blood. His palms flat on her hips, he licks a broad stripe from her entrance to her pearl. She's sweet like honey, the best thing he's tasted since...
"Oh!" Eleyna gasps, her moan like music to his ears. Her hand finds his hair, her hips jerking against his mouth.
"Fuck," he groans against her, and licks again, dipping his tongue further into her, devouring her like a starving man at a feast. Her cunt clenches around his tongue, and Robb hums happily. He pulls back far enough to breathe and meet Eleyna's eyes. He can feel her coating his chin, his beard wet with her juices. "Y're sweet, pretty girl." He wraps his lips around her pearl and sucks hard, relishing in the sweet keen it draws from her. "Knew you'd be fuckin' divine, 'leyna, wanted this for so long."
Robb nips at her pearl, the barest hint of his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Her hands in his hair tighten, almost painful, feeding the building pleasure in his gut. He wraps one arm around her thigh, pulling her closer. His other hand slips back up to her tit, massaging the soft swell, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Eleyna is beautifully reactive to his every touch. He releases her breast to hold her hips steady as she nears her peak and starts to pull away — as if he'd let her go before she's fallen apart on his tongue.
"Wan' you t' come f'me, pretty lioness," he murmurs, kissing her thigh as he catches his breath. He redoubles his efforts, groaning as her thighs clamp around his head, her body shaking. He laps eagerly at the rush of wetness that floods his mouth as she comes — he is a man lost in the deserts of Dorne, and Eleyna his beautiful oasis.
"Robb!" Her cry of his name makes his cock ache with the burning desire to sink into her pretty cunt. He knows better than to bed her properly yet, though — he rocks his hips against the bed instead. The linen sheets are barely enough friction against his throbbing cock, but he's so desperate for release, so very hard at the taste of her, that he comes without much work, soaking the sheets under him with his seed.
Eleyna is panting, her thighs trembling around his head. Coming down from his own high, he presses a last kiss to her cunt — he would, frankly, like to drown himself between her thighs, make her come on his tongue again and again until she is crying and begging for his cock, but he supposes that can wait until their weddi— it's a project for another day. He kisses the inside of her thigh, her knee, her ankle, as he sits up again.
Eleyna is a vision of loveliness laid out under him. Her bright eyes are hazy with satisfaction and something deeper he doesn't want to name. Her skin is beautifully flushed, her perfect tits heaving with each ragged breath. His cock fills again at the sight of her. He traces a hand down her side, and just watches her for a moment, committing the image of her to memory.
When Eleyna reaches for him, making a needy little sound that makes his blood rush south, Robb catches her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist. He lays down between her legs, settling his weight against her. His cock rests hot and heavy against her thigh, a point of contact that makes him dizzy. Unable to resist, he rolls his hips, groaning at the feeling of her softness against him. He's leaking steadily, and the shiny trail of his fluids on her skin makes his head spin. He kisses her, smirking when she softly whimpers at the taste of herself on his lips.
"Someday," he breathes against her mouth, "someday I will have you like this again, and I will feast on your pretty cunt for hours." Robb drags his tongue along the line of Eleyna's jaw and nips at her ear. He sinks two fingers into her tight heat as his hips continue to roll against her thigh. Her cunt practically draws him in, walls fluttering around his fingers. "Fuck," he hisses, forehead dropping against Eleyna's collarbone. His voice is ragged, thick with the desire crashing through his veins. "Fuck, what I wouldn't give..." he breaks off to nip at the crook of her neck. "You'd look gorgeous, wouldn't you, coming on my cock?"
"You could... mmm. You could find out." She's gasping as his fingers move within her, and she tilts her head for him, baring her throat. He drags his mouth along the skin, letting his canines scratch lightly. It makes her shiver, and her cunt clenches.
"Don't tempt me, pretty girl," Robb says in a low voice. He circles her sensitive bud with his thumb. He's close, and he can feel Eleyna's peak approaching as well. He adds a third finger, swallowing her moan in his kiss. "Give me another, 'leyna, come f'me again."
The heel of his palm moves in rhythmic circles on her pearl, his fingers crooking against a spot that makes her back arch and her face twist with pleasure. He'll dream about this, too, he thinks — it's not likely that the image of Eleyna coming on his fingers is ever going to leave him. He works her through it, keeping his fingers within her sweet cunt until she is pushing at his wrist.
"You did so good, pretty girl," he murmurs softly. His fingers drip with her wetness and he brings them to his mouth — how is he meant to resist a last taste of her? He's only a man.
Eleyna, breathless and trembling, glances down at his cock. "You didn't—"
Before he can reassure her that he's more than pleased, she trails a hand down his chest, over his stomach, and wraps those pretty fingers around him. He inhales sharply. "Eleyna—"
"Wanna make my king feel good, too," she murmurs, kissing the underside of his jaw. His title, in that voice, when he's already so close — it takes only a few strokes before Robb is coming all over Eleyna's hand and thighs.
He wakes alone in the morning, the sheets still sticky and wet with his seed. Disappointment crashes over him before he can remind himself to be relieved. Eleyna hadn't stayed? He feels oddly deprived of something — he'd have liked to wake up to her. She didn't need to leave — he would have spent the whole day in bed with her if she'd wanted. He rolls over, buries his face in her pillow, and stops cold.
No lavender. Cold sheets.
She'd never even been there.
It had been a dream? He scrambles out of the bed, and stumbles to the washroom to splash his face. The cold water brings a sharp, unwelcome clarity. He slides down the wall, rubs his hands over his face. It had been so realistic. Too realistic. The taste of Eleyna's mouth, her tits, her cunt, lingers on his tongue. He'd come in his sleep like a boy, not once, but twice — and not even to a dream of his wife. He groans and bangs his head against the wall like it'll shake loose whatever part of him is so determined to cling to Eleyna. A sharp little pain blooms at the back of his skull, and all it does is remind him of Eleyna's hands tugging at his hair. He groans again, cursing himself.
He is so fucking screwed.
dividers by @/saradika
