helloooo! saw you were writing a raymon fic (thank god btw my mans is so underappreciated) could you do a little tit fucking with him? his quip about all targaryen men are good for are coming on their wifes chest got me feeling some kind of way. need to see him weak and whimpering. your works is so scrumptious <333
a/n: Heyy, so I wrote this at 1am and hadn't much sleep these past nights, so sorry if this is kinda messed up.
Two girls waiting for you
pairing: Raymun Fossoway x wife!reader
summary: You wanna distract your husband after he lost a training session against his cousin once again and let him fuck your boobs
length: 1.1k
warnings: 18+ content, smut, MDNI, boob fucking, whimpering, literally just smut without any plot
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Ever since Raymon saw your tits for the first time, he couldn't stop thinking about them, and you knew that, so after he was beaten, once again, by his older cousin earlier today at the training, you wanted him to just feel good.
„Hey, my darling,“ you greeted the younger Fossoway. He slowly took off his helmet and let out a low groan, trying to unstiffen his neck.
„He kicked my nuts, once again.“
With all his body weight, he let himself fall down onto the soft bed, face forward. You sat down on the bed next to his tensed-up body, your fingers massaging his back.
„Oh, what would I do without you and your magic hands, my beautiful wife?” He cooed, closing his eyes.
„That's what I'm here for, to make my husband feel good,“ you decided to slowly remove your hands and started to undress yourself, at least to the point that your upper body was revealed to the cold afternoon air inside the room. You drove your fingers through his brown curls, waiting for him to get up again, but since he was probably too tired, you decided against waiting and just rolled him over.
„There are two girls waiting for you, husband.“
He opened his eyes abruptly as you whispered those words and met your smile as well as your bare tits, right over his face. Raymun sat up straight in front of you as he realized what exactly he just saw.
Without even thinking twice, he crashed his mouth onto yours, knocking the two of you over, just to land on the smooth blankets placed on the bed. A silly little laugh escaped from your mouth as well as from his own as he landed on top of you and connected your lips with his like before.
One of his hands drove along your hip, all the way up to the naked skin of one of your boobs, squeezing it softly. You let out a low moan as his mouth left your mouth and reconnected with the skin at your jaw, then your neck, and finally reached your tits. He went over your hard nipple with his tongue, teasing it a bit with his teeth, which made you moan his name even louder and high-pitched.
He created hickeys on your breasts, and the urge to just pull out his cock and fuck you against that bed was growing bigger within him with every passing second.
As if you were reading his mind, you moved your hands away from his biceps, down to his pants, and already rock-hard dick. Your hands massaged his best thing through the thin fabric.
„Oh, darling, you have no idea how good you are making me feel right now.“ He moaned, letting his head fall back.
„Just let me treat you tonight,“ you whispered into his ear. You removed your clothes completely while climbing from the bed and kneeling at the edge of it. He moved to the edge as well, spreading his legs so you knelt in the middle of them.
Your thick tits now hung right in front of his exposed, straight dick.
Your hands moved to his middle, running them over his cock and driving him crazy, before moving it between your boobs.
„Oh holy seven, that feels amazing.“ He groaned, his hand meeting with the skin of your own hands that closed around your tits just to squeeze them around his cock. With his eyes closed, Raymun let out a shaky breath that he was unknowingly holding. His chest rose sharply.
This is going to be a night to remember. He thought to himself, savoring every second.
„You've got me so worked up, I could come right here.“ Raymun's heart raced as he watched your skillful hands guide his throbbing cock between your delicious breasts. The warmth and softness of your flesh against him sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. His fingers curled around the sheets beneath him, gripping tightly as you began to move them in a rhythmic motion, creating a sensual dance that was driving him wild.
„Mmm...yes, baby,“ he groaned, unable to formulate any other words. His hips instinctively started to thrust forward, matching the tempo you had set. He couldn't take his eyes off the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing between your cleavage, the way your nipples brushed against the sensitive tip now and then, time sending him closer to the edge.
„Fuck, I love your tits so much,“ he moaned, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on one of your rosy nipples. The taste of your skin and the scent of your arousal only heightened his desire. I'm going to cum soon, he thought, feeling the pressure building at the base of his spine. But he didn't want it to end just yet. He wanted to savor this moment forever.
The tension grew with every stroke and suck, and Raymun knew he wouldn't last long.
„I'm close,“ he warned, his voice barely audible. His body began to tremble, and his breath came in short, ragged gasps.
Finally, with a strangled cry, he released his load all over your chest, painting your beautiful breasts with his hot cum. As the waves of pleasure faded, he collapsed back onto the bed, a whimpering mess.
Raymun's chest heaved as he gazed down at you, a satisfied grin slowly spreading across his face. He reached out with a trembling hand, tracing the lines of your cum-covered breasts, watching the way the liquid glistened under the dim light of the room.
„Gods, you're incredible, and I still can't believe I can call you my wife,“ he breathed out, his voice still thick with lust and admiration. His fingers danced over your skin, collecting some of his own release and bringing it to your mouth, tasting the salty tang as a reminder of the intense moment you both just shared.
His thoughts swam in a sea of post-orgasmic bliss. He sat up slightly, leaning forward to press a loving kiss to your forehead, then your lips, tasting himself on you.
„Let me clean you up, my love,“ he said tenderly, his hands continuing to glide over your body, wiping away the evidence of his passion. He was still hard, but for now, he simply enjoyed the aftermath, cherishing the intimacy and connection you two shared.
