I don't know if you write for harwin anymore but I just read Wood, Want, and Witness
And omg it's so well written it's so underrated I wish more people would read it, it had me wanting a thresome of harwin and criston Aaaaaaaaa the end when u know he was watching chef kiss!!!!
A/N: This has been in my inbox for so long, I’m sorry it took me a thousand years to fulfill. Apparently I just needed to see Criston back on my screen to get ideas in my head for this! (Wood, Want, and Wittness, not required to understand this one but does give background!)
Three Is A Crowd
Harwin Strong X F reader X Criston Cole
Tags: Criston as a peeping tom, Criston cuck chair, threesome (briefly?), oral F receiving, criston on cleanup duty, humiliation/taunting Criston receiving, Harwin being huge and strong, PnV, stretching, size kink, lots of groping, exhibitionism, fingering F receiving, established relationship.
Summary: When Harwin returns from a long trip you are eager to spend some well deserved time with him. Criston, who has been obsessively (and unknowingly to you) watching you while Harwins been away is found in your chambers as things get steamy. Instead of beating Criston into a pulp Harwin decides a more tortuous fate is in order.
Word Count: 4.1k
You walk quickly from Princess Helaena’s chamber holding the square cloth. A favor she was suppose to embroider for an upcoming tourney. But your lady seemed far more interested in staring out the window, so the task had became yours.
Your thread has snapped twice, you felt on edge for some reason, likely because Harwins been quite busy dealing with some issues that had kicked up at his families home. He was suppose to be arriving back any day now, at least that’s what his last raven had indicated.
When you opened your chambers you paused at once. Looking around and breathing softly because you swore you had heard something. It sounded almost like metal?
“I’m in no mood to be startled-that is not the return you’ve promised me!” Harwin had grumbled quite a few promises in your ear four moons ago when he left kings landing. Assurances that he would make up all that time to you. Listing exactly what he planned for you two to indulge in. If wasn’t going to be frantic sex in the stables or secret kisses in empty halls. He was going to have you in bed, properly, going to ensure you were throughly pleased, beyond satisfied!
You spun around so quickly that your skirts wrapped around your legs a bit as you turned to face the door. Heavy footsteps stopping.
“I will admit. I imagine much warmer of a welcome, but this works too I suppose.”
Harwin, stood in your doorway pratically taking up the entire frame of it, his hand holding to the handle. He’d entered just as your loud exclamations had spilled from your mouth. Tired, on edge and suspicious.
Ever bit of those feelings dropped. If he wasn’t a giant of man he’d of been leveled flat on his back in the middle of the hallway from how forcefully you pressed yourself into his chest.
“That was closer to what I anticipated.” His hand touched your back, holding you to him a bit more and he took a few steps forward, your feet dangling as he shut the door behind him.
“Don’t ever leave for that long again.” You warned him, hands gripping his shoulder to try and hoist yourself up higher. You did have to wait for him to grab your arse to bump you up to be level with his face. “I’m serious.” You kissed him. Lips soft and trying to not be urgent. Urgent kissing meant teeth clanking and panting and you wanted to enjoy him. Wanted to be reacquainted with his lips….his tongue. The low groans that rumbled from his chest when you sucked at bit at his tongue.
“I don’t doubt your seriousness, ever my love.” He promised you. If he had any say in the matter he wouldn’t be gone this long another either. Truthfully being away from you it made him think more about asking his father to take you as his wife. You’d have reason to join him then. He wanted you two to be joined, in the eyes of the court, in the eyes of the gods, anybody who needed to see. He just wanted to ensure you were his.
“Do you need to get back to your duties?” He asked large hand cupping your cheek and you looked up at him breathing heavy, lips swollen and the tip of your nose red.
“They will survive without me.” You didn't care, an excuse could be formulated later. You missed your lover and you weren’t about to leave him to run back to the princess!
Harwin grinned at that response and he quickly walked you back to your bed, depositing you down in the middle of the matress and his lips trailed down your neck. Your hands weren’t leaving his hair, playing in the long curly strands smiling as his hand rubbed down your sides, you wondered momentarily when he bypassed your chest, hips and thighs where exactly he was planning to start undressing you.
“Oh gods Harwin, stop!” You laughed and hit his back when he sat at the end of the bed and unlaced your shoes. He was taunting you.
“you’re horrible-it’s been moons since I’ve gotten to climax and your worried about my footwear?” You had wanted him to just push up your dress and take you.
Harwin shook his head flipping the boots off of you and then gently pulling your thighs down from your knees. You listed your hips to help.
“I showed you how to reach a climax my love,” he reminded. “Did you not remeber what we practiced?” His warm rough palms spread up your calf, to your thighs and you opened your knees for him.
“It wasn’t the same.” You whimper hand coming down over your stomach to sink between your thighs, bunching your skirts up more. “My fingers don’t fill me like yours.” You whinned and pushed two against your small clothes. Letting him hear that you’d already made the fabric damp.
“let me resolve that.” He smirked tugging you by your legs down to the end of the bed.
You almost didn’t hear it. The groan. Weak and strangled. But you did. It had you sitting right up and looking around. Harwin grabed the side of your face unsure what suddenly had you looking so paranoid.
“did you hear that?” You whispered looking frantically at him. “Somebody’s in here…” you breathed out pushing your dress back down. It wasn’t the first time you heard noises. You’d been hearing things and feeling watched for a long time…for most of the time that Harwin had been gone. It wasn’t unnerving.
“there’s nobody here-“ harwin shut up quickly when he heard a slight grind of metal and he was up to his feet at once. You stayed on the bed, clutching yourself and watching with dread as he searched the room.
“Seven fucks!” Harwin growled when he saw a glint of armor. Somehow he knew exactly who it was before pulling the man out from behind alcove in your chambers.
Criston, strong in his own right, was dwarfed by Harwin. Dragged out from near the wall to the center of the room and tosses down. Harwin easily taking his sword form him.
“did you not see enough the first time?” He questioned crudely. Referring to the time in the stable close to a year ago no when both you and him were pretty certain that Ser Criston had been watching you two in the stables together.
You flushed, bright as a tomato and stayed frozen in the bed. Looking down at the knight.
“He’s been in here before…” you inform Harwin lowly. “I didn't see him but…I know it was him.” Your voice shook a bit.
Harwins back tensed, his shoulders rose and he grabbed Criston under the jaw pushing the pretty knights head back against the floor.
“You’re the one who took that cloak…you’ll not frighten this lady with your incessant need to leer at her because of an oath you took!”
You being uncomfortable is what made Harwin the most upset. He wasn’t really a jealous or possessive person…you were not even truly his lady. He did not own you. But Ser Criston was clearly not an endeavor you had taken up while he was away. Harwin was about to lift the mans upper body back up and smash him back down against the floor but he paused. Hauled Criston up and shoved him into a chair.
“Harwin…” you gave him a confused look as he came around the back of the white cloaked man and grabbed his blunt hair to pull his head back so he was looking at you. So he had nothing else to look at but you.
“forgive me.” Criston breathed out. Eyes trying to look elsewhere but Harwins grip was pointed.
You swallowed hard and looked at the two men.
“Have you watched her in bed?” Harwin demanded to know. Criston nodded, shamefully.
Your legs squeezed together and your fingers gripped onto the quilt over your bed more firmly.
“Watched her try and make herself into a mess?”
Again Criston nodded you and felt a shameful ache develop in your stomach.
“How hard was it to not reveal yourself and put your fingers where hers were struggling?”
“Harwin-don’t-“ the moan you’d made while speaking gave you away though. Shamefully, you were wet from knowing he’d been watching you. Been hearing your frustrated groans and the wet sounds of your fingers trying to plunge as deep into your cunt as Harwins do.
“You wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her like I do, even if you had come out and shown her how to stretch her cunny.” He growled lowly in Criston’s ear. “You want to watch her…then fine. Watch. Don’t move.” He directed. Letting go of Criston and quickly making his way back to you.
Your hands reached up for him instantly and he pulled you against him as he sat.
“Harwin we shouldn’t.” You whispered. Nervous.
“I want to see how long it takes for the dog to start begging.” He spoke lowly in your ear, kissing right below it. Smirking when he felt the bumps rise up across you skin. “Would you like to see what it takes to break him?” Harwin asked while moving you to be sat between his thick thighs on the bed. Conveniently placed directly inline of Criston’s vision.
You did want that…which was strange because the only think you imagine wanting with Harwin once he returned was to make love. This, honestly, did not feel like love making but you couldn’t deny that you were very aroused at the idea of showing this needy pathetic man how wonderful Harwin was at pleasing you!
“mmm, yes.” You moaned against his neck kissing it before settling down letting his chest engulf your back.
“Watch Cole, no point in getting shy now.” Harwin told the knight who was so flushed it seemed he’d began to sweat from how warm he was.
It made Harwins cock stir behind you seeing how desperate the man was for a taste of you, even just a glimpse of you! That this knight longed so deeply for what he had.
“relax my lady,” Harwin spoke soothingly in your ear. Feeling your shoulder tense against him and he rubbed his large hands over the top of them. Forcing the muscle to calm and for them to ease down. “I’ve got you.” He swore. You knew he did. He wouldn’t let this go array. He’d promised you years ago that your reputation would not be sullied despite what you two did together, he’d been right so far. Your faith in him was limitless.
Love tended to do that.
You looked up at him, the back of your head pushing against his chest as you swallowed the lump in your throat before lifting your chin up more to reach for his lips. He smartly leaned over and sealed his with yours. The kiss strange and a bit clunky because of you two not facing the same direction but it was still full of passion and devotion! You’d been so lost in it, hand gripping at Harwins hair to keep the kiss going, that Criston’s low guttural groan was that thing that made you realize Harwins hands had expertly undone the front of your gown and let your pretty breasts free of the chemise.
“fuck-“ Criston grunted and you broke the kiss just in time to see his hand palm at his lap.
“did you have leave to touch yourself?” Harwin chuckled into your neck at the scolding tone you had. He was glad somebody other than himself was at the receiving end of it.
“No, m’lady, I don’t.” His neck was so tense that his voice come out strained.
“then remove your hand.” You directed the knight. Smiling when he did. “I thought knight were better at showing restraint.” You hummed while looking down at Harwins hands mapping your chest. His palms holding the weight of your tits while his fingers found each of your darkened nipples and he pinched them.
“most are.” Harwin kissed your neck, sucking a mark into it that was low enough your gown should over it easily. He was careful, despite what this scene depicted. “Though some take the cloak to try and suppress what they cannot control.” He spoke of Criston like he was a crazed animal. A feral thing that could not show any restraint.
Criston’s eyes were locked on your chest. Mesmerized. He’d watched you change in this very room a dozen times. Squinting to see how hard your nipples got in the cold hair. He’d wondered for moons how your smooth flesh would look as it pooled between fingers. He could at least imagine what it would feel like as he saw it now right infront of him.
Had Harwin not known how sensitive you were, how pliant and wanton you got he would have thought you were putting on a performance for the dornish man. He knew better though, knew that with enough time, enough attention and coaxing that you could reach your peak from almost any form of stimulation. Including your breasts.
You were sweating, squirming in his lap and reaching back to palm at Harwins hard cock before you begged. Part of you was embarrassed to let Cole hear you like that but clearly Harwin was not going to move on with more stimulation until you turned into a mess.
“Touch me-“ you begged
“I am, my love.”
Both you and Criston groaned at the larger man’s chuckles out response.
“No,” you whine and reach to pull his hand from your overstimulated nipple down to your stomach trying to urge his large fingers between your legs. “Here. Please Harwin.” You groaned and pushed your hips up to drive home your request.
“I don’t want your dress to get all wet.” He whispered in your ear. “Stand up.” You wobbled to your feet within the next second and started to pull your gown down. Groaning when it got stuck at your hips.
“easy.” He smirked at your eagerness. “Cole will help you.”
You shot him a look.
“Just the gown, he’ll mind his hands.” He assured you though it was targeted to Criston, a warning of what was being permitted in this moment. Harwin would be more than happy to slam the knight into the floor again should he take it too far.
“Yes…yes, just the gown.” Criston nodded, breathing fast as he stood and his hands went for the ties that were still done up. Easily working the knots apart even with his shaking hands. Need had taken him over completly. He knelt to pull it over your hips and groaned when your dampened small clothes followed. His eyes taking in the sight of you. He’s dreamed of being this close. Of being able to see how your folds glistened…of viewing how the air between your legs laid…knowing what you smelt like.
His eyes were dark as he stumbled back to his feet’s knowing if he had another minute of your delicious aroma that he would start panting and drooling.
“Smart man…some sense is still hidden in there somewhere.” Harwin grinned from the bed. He’d gotten his own clothes all off while Cole had undressed you. You hadn’t noticed until you were sat back in his lap and could feel the sticky wetness that developed on his tip poke into your back.
You sunk down against him a bit, your shoulders and head pushed against his stomach and your legs cast over his knees. It opened you up a great deal. It also meant you could easily look up at Harwin and out at Criston. You wanted to be able to see them both.
For now you smiled up at Harwins a dizzy, needy expression that made his heart clinch. You were his, both of you knew that, but he wanted…no needed it to be legitimate. Needed everybody to see how fully his you were. Cole was a start, a vulgar start but he was determined now that you’d be his wife within the year.
“Gods above, you’re soaked.” Criston blinked eyes sealed on your parted folds. He can a good view of your sopping core and the pretty pearl at the top of your slit that was glistening from your own arousal.
“she’s always wet,” Harwin smirked and kissed your lips to hide your groan of discontent that he knew was coming. You always hated when he remarked on how soaked you became when aroused. It did not matter how many times he told you it was wonderful, complimentary actually, you always got red in the face and fussy about it, flustered.
Harwin, to smooth over the remark reached his hand down, laid his palm over your mound and slowly dipped his fingers between your folds dragging the tip of his middle fingers up and down against you. His cock pulsed when he felt your heat clench and try and suck his finger in when he passed your core.
“You missed this?” He asked, gently, the smile never leaving his face.
“yes! Ngh-ahhh mmmm y-yes.” You squeaked when he let two of his fingers circle your clit. Pushing that sensitive bud all around in a delicious way. Your legs instinctively opened up more. Welcoming the sensation that you had missed so severely!
“Fucking hell-“criston whimpered, his pants straining significantly. To the point where he was worried his armor might legitimately bend out of shape. He could see you core clenching around nothing and he so badly wished to be the one to provide you with something to squeeze against. Something to gush out around.
“Harwin….Harwin fuck!” You were gripping to his arm, that laid down against your body, while he spread two fingers forward and plunged them into your dripping hole. You almost came just from the sudden stretch. It felt so good. You’d needed that for moons now.
“so…gods they are so big.” You whine out lifting your hips against his hand to make his knuckles drive into you. His thumb was still pressed to your clit and he could feel your pulse there now.
“Cunny so perfectly…I wanna be in it.”Criston purred out, mostly to himself. He’d thought he said it in his head and didn't realize he’d uttered the words outloud until your eyes were on his.
“fuck me.” You squeezed Harwins leg. Forcing yourself to sit up, your bum resting on his lower stomach. “Now, fuck me now.” You begged, but your voice was frantic. You wanted Cole to see you take a cock….a cock that pointedly was not his.
Criston’s eyes closed as he rutted up against nothing. His cock able to grind only into the cold hard metal. He wished it was your warm wet folds.
Harwins length had smacked up against your slit when you’d positioned yourself so it was before you. One hand reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck and the other held to his side. It kept you up enough that he could align his cockhead with your entrance and just the first few inches of him were enveloped in the velvety muscle between your legs.
Low, garbled moans tumbled out of your mouth and Harwins grunts vibrated against you back. He was so large so big, really you should have let him get a third finger into you before taking him in this manner but you’d gotten way too worked up to wait. You’d done enough waiting.
Coles eyes widened as he watched your body change to take Harwins length. He wondered if you’d stretch to fit him, if you’d have such a knit in your brow if it was his cock you were sat upon instead of breakbones!
Your eyes rolled back a bit and your knuckles went white as Harwin rutted up into you more, one of his arms wrapping around your midsection and pulling you down so he was settled basically completely into you.
He muffled the adjusting gasps with his lips on yours. Fingers rubbing still at your clit to keep you distracted from the ache.
“She’s-fuck you’re so pretty.” Criston slurred. Sounding drunk of the view and the intensity of the moment.
Slowly your eyes opened and you leaned your head back against Harwins shoulder while he stroked his hips up toward you, lap jumping into your arse every time.
“He’s gonna cum in his pants.” You whimper, mostly to Harwin but it wasn’t low enough to seem like you were trying to keep it from Criston’s ears.
“should he?” Harwin kissed your brow raised when he pulled back. His efforts were focused less on cucking Cole at the moment and more on making your climax be fulfilling but he could feel how you clenched against him whenever Criston let a sound escape his lips.
“yes…yes.” Your eyes flutter as the feeling in your belly grows more tight. “Yes…fuck-Cole are you going to cum watching me? Huh-mmhm” you were so close to your own climax that it was hard for your words to stay focused.
“Cum against cloth imagining it was my c-cunt? Fuck Harwin!” You gasped mouth open as your panted.
“yes…yes.” She shamefully got out. The vein in his neck engored and pulsing. Eyes never leaving where you and Harwin joined. “Please m’lady!” He begged.
“I can feel you,” Harwin breathes, finally his own rhythm more frantic. “You’re going to cum against me while he watches? Go on…fuxk there you go. Go ahead my love.” He bit at your shoulder a bit and pressed his hand against your stomach where his strokes were chasing a bulge in your body.
You didn’t exactly swear when the climax crashed against you. It was more of a squeal, of a mix of gasp and trembles and it as intense enough that your hands likely had pulled out a bit of Harwins lovely hair as it washed over you.
Criston as crying as he came in his trouser. The feeling a relief physically but torment emotionally. How pathetic had he become? How depraved had his desires gotten that this was what he needed to spill his seed.
Harwin, with more control than either of you, thrusted a few more times and then pulled himself out. Holding his cock to your slit and spilled his seed there rather than within you. Kissed behind your ear as he painted your inner thighs and mound.
“gods, how I’ve missed you.” He whispered while you still trembled. He gently shifted you so that you were laid on the bed and he pushed your hair back tucking it behind your ear. Smiling slightly at how disheveled you were. He liked seeing the impact he had. “Do you wish to be cleaned up by the dog?” He asked, hand gently keeping your knees open so Cole could still see the the mess.
You blinked. Thinking-or trying to. But the only concept that filled your mind right now was that of a warm tongue dragging all over you and quickly you were nodding up at him.
“please.” It was soft and gently and almost a bit shy.
Criston was not of those things when Harwin directed him to one over. Your lover leaned over to kiss you, to stroke the hair at your temple and rub your stomach as Criston instantly started to lap at you. He had little self control and started right on your clit. Licking and sucking and then the moment your body clenched he was diving his tongue deep into your core.
“uhh!” You gasped. A hand finding the Knights hair and your other squeezing Harwins elbow.
“fuck-“ he groaned against you. A mix of both you and Harwin release coating his beard as he licked your thighs clean. His nose still rubbing gloriously at your slit and when he seemed to have gotten most of the cum off of you your grip tighten on his locks pulling him right back to your cunt and shifting until your clit felt his lips brush against it.
Cole, to his credit needed no further direction. He ducked hard at you, face hurried deep into your pussy and he devoured every single thing you gave him a a jolt of your hips. You clit throbbing. Some more pearly arousal seeping from your hole. He took everything and gave you a toe curling orgasm in return. One that has you jumping and pushing his head away because it was so intense.
Your eyes could barely open by the time his face way out from between your thighs. You were half delirious from the pleasure, the only thing your mind could really process was Harwins heartbeat and his hands on your sides as he put you under the covers, held you to his chest and told Cole to leave if he wanted to keep that white cloak.
A/N: I likely won’t write a lot more Harwin fics unless I get more requests. But if you want to be added to the Criston Cole taglist let me know!
