You barely made it through the door before Steve was on you. He just couldn't help himself!
The two of you had been out with Robin, Nancy and Johnathan for drinks when he had gotten worked up. He was not at all handsy... Only a little. Okay, maybe more than a little. But, still! You had been all dolled up and after the first few rounds of drinks, Steve couldn't help but show his appreciation.
Now, you had collapsed backwards onto his bed with a groan, Steve landing ontop of you instantly. Articles of clothing littered the floor leading up to the mattress from where he had been too restless to wait.
You were both down to your underwear and he had already begun mouthing at your breasts, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin until your nipples peaked. A loud moan toar out of you before you could stop it. Steve had been like this only a handful of times, so when it hit, it hit hard.
The house was empty except for the sound of the bed rocking, the constant stream of ever increasing moans and the sloppy noises made by Steve's mouth. Handsy didn't even begin to cover it anymore. He had shifted you up onto his pillows so that his chest was above your aching cunt and his mouth was straining to nip and tug at your delicate breasts.
"Steve–Oh fuck, Steve!" You mewled, your hands scrambling to pull at the sheets in hopes of anchoring yourself.
"Yeah, Sweatheart? What do you need? Come on, use your words..." Steve replied, his voice already dipping into that rough register that made you shiver in anticipation.
"Harder, Steve! Please, fuck me!" You moaned, begging him to continue.
While you struggled for a grip, Steve had slowly trailed downwards, still leading sloppy kisses down the valley on your breast and down the soft skin of your stomach. You were acutely aware of the growing hardness pressed against one of your calves. He was grinding up and down, the thick, hot heat of him seeping through his underwear and into your skin. You could feel his cock throb with his heartbeat and it had already begun weeping at the tip.
Steve abruptly hoisted you up so that your legs hung over the broad expanse of his shoulders. His kisses had ended just at the edge of your panties, which he had started shimmying down your thighs with the speed of a desperate man. You tilted your hips so that he could remove the soaked material more quickly.
He imideatly dipped down, licking a long stripe from hole to clit. You screamed at the sudden sensation and squeezed harder at the thin fabric twisted in your fists. It was doing little to help but it was all that tethered you for the moment.
Steve groaned into your cunt, the action so reverent you sobbed out his name over and over, praying he wouldn't leave you before you hit your peak.
"Fffuck!" You wailed, eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "Steve! Pleasepleaseplease! M' so close–Stevie!"
"Oh, baby, I know..."He murmured in equal pleasure, his fingers digging tighter into the meaty expanse of your thighs. Bruises would no doubt bloom later like flowers: a reminder of this passionate night. "You can do it, baby. Give it to me, you're doing such a good job, sweetie."
The praise itself was almost enough to tip you over the edge. You desperately thrust upwards, letting out frustrated moans anytime he held you down by the hips, the soft but final weight of him steadying you for the moment. It was then that he licked again. What had been kitten licks had evolved to be broad strokes of his tongue that entered you on every thrust.
Your toes curled as you felt your release quickly approaching.
"M'cumming! Steve! Fuck, I'm gonna come!"
The orgasm hit you like a freight train, stars bursting behind your eyes as your thighs pressed instantly into his neck and your hands plunged into the dark, coarse hair on his head.
You tugged over and over, pushing his face further down into your cunt, desperate for that feeling to continue for as long as possible. The second you had started, Steve's motions had stuttered, momentarily losing pace before increasing tenfold. The moan he let out into your cunt was breathy and loud, nothing like the usual sounds he made.
No, this was new.
This was the sound of a man coming home. Well, coming at the very least. Because yes, Steve had actually come in his underwear. The poor thing hadn't even taken them off. Even in the dim light, you could see the darkness forming at the front as he adjusted his position.
Your hands were still deep in his locks and he was diving back down before you had time to react. His tongue went back to your cunt like a man on a mission, pumping in and out of you with a newfound determination.
"Jesus, fuck. Do that again." Steve moaned into you, his hands snaking up to hold your waist down.
You obliged tugging and forcing him further into your slick folds. Your body was still coming down from its first high, with the second quickly approaching. Steve may not be the smartest, but if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was how to eat a girl out.
The sensation of your nails grazing his scalp was more than enough pleasure for Steve. It sent pleasant tingles down his spine in a way he had never experienced before. Yeah, chick's had pulled his hair before but never like this. Never to the point he was coming in his pants like a virgin. Just as Steve knew your body, it seemed you knew his just as well. The warmth of your hands felt as if it was seeping into his skull, turning his brain to mush. The only thought remaining was to get you to make those sweet sounds one more time.
Your second release was brought on without warning. There was no time to tell Steve and any sort of explanation turned into a strangled cry as your legs squeezed shut around his ears once more and he had to pry you off with his thick forearms. The scent of you filled his nose and he shamlessly licked and sucked at your abused cunt, not wanting to waste any of your sweat nectar.
By the time you were overstimulated and shaking, Steve was sweating enough that his whole body was coated in a thin layer of sheen and the smell of sex flooded the room.
You shakily tugged him up with weak hands, ignoring his instantaneous groan of delight. You brought him up to your face. God, he was a mess. Pupils blown wide, panting with his whole body, lips and chin covered in slick cum and drool - an unholy mixture that he wore so well.
He lunged forward, surging up to give you a ravenous kiss that took your breath away. Steve was now fully onto of you and his cock was pressed right against your needy hole.
Summary: You want too attend a market, much to the dismay of your husband.
Words: 2,400 (ish)
Warnings: Arguments, injuries, allusions too sex, kissing, idiots in love, Baelor is too fine, bad writing, not beta read
Let me know if I missed any!
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A/N: I've been working on this fic for longer then I would like too admit, so I sort of wanted too just get it done, so if it seemed rushed, that is why.
Also, this the longest fic I have written so far. Yay!
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You and Baelor very rarely had disagreements let alone arguments, yet for the past couple of days the two of you have been having a terrible argument.
During your argument you had moved out of your shared chambers, which was technically Baelors (but whatever he owned, you owned) and moved into a smaller guest chamber.
You hadn't joined him for any meals in days, despite all his invitations, instead you dined with a servant called Bella. You got along better with servants then you did with nobles, as they all saw you as a lowborn peasant, despite the fact you are the future Queen Consort.
You also became very good at ignoring your husband whenever you passed him in the halls. One would think you were getting paid to ignore him.
The reason for this argument was Baelors overprotective nature. In the next upcoming the days there was going to be a massive market in kings landing, one of the biggest markets in westros. The market was a very big occasion. You and your family used to travel up too Kings landing too see it.
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When you spoke to Baelor about going too see the market he had shut you down immediately, claiming it was dangerous.
"You are being ridiculous!" You had argued. "I have been going for years!"
"I'm not being ridiculous, I am being reasonable." Baelor had retorted. "As my wife you now have a target on your head."
"I don't have a target on my head."
"You are the wife of a prince that makes you a target." Baelor replied like it settled the matter.
"No one would assume me the wife of a prince!" You say while gesturing to yourself. It is true, no one would assume you the wife of a prince. You weren't nearly confident enough, and in your opinion you weren't pretty enough.
"Do not sell yourself short, my love." Baelor spoke as if he was hearing your thoughts. The prince wouldn't allow anyone to put you down, even yourself.
You feel your cheeks heat up. You were quite positive you now somewhat resembled a tomato. A scowling tomato at that, as you scowl at your husband.
"I wasn't asking for permission. I am going to the market." You say firmly. "And I most certainly will not be getting you anything."
Baelor looks slightly disappointed. You feel your heart drop slightly, perhaps you should get him something?
"Very well. Then you leave me no choice." Baelor paused for a moment to observe you intently with his mismatched eyes. "You are forbidden from leaving the red keep."
At his words you feel you feel your entire body freeze. Baelor has never ever used his power against you. Until now. You feel your entire throat go dry as you try to form words. The ability too speak quickly comes back to you.
"WHAT!?" You shriek so loud it causes the prince to wince. "You cannot do that!"
"I can." The prince says as he rubs his temple.
"No, you cannot. You cannot simply bar me from leaving the red keep."
Baelor simply looks at you as he speaks. "Ser Ronald."
Ser Ronald Crakehall of the kingsguard quickly enters the solar. He had been stationed outside the door.
He bows gracefully, despite the heavy white armour he is wearing. "Your Grace."
"My wife is not too leave the red keep. Inform all the guards at once." Baelor commands.
You stare at your husband in disbelief as Ser Roland briskly leaves to carry out Baelor's command.
How dare he? How could he use his authority over you? When the two of you are married, Baelor assured you that despite the difference between your births and statuses the two of you will always be equals.
Forbidding you from leaving the red keep doesn't seem that equal.
"My love-" Baelor spoke softly sensing your impending rage.
"No!" You cut him off. "How dare you?!" You exclaim loudly, your voice echoing loudly through the solar.
"It is for your own safety."
"My own safety? Who are you to make that call? I can handle myself."
"I am your husband, therefore it is my duty to keep you safe."
"My current husband." You mutter under your breath.
The prince narrows his beautiful mismatched eyes at you. "What was that?"
"I can handle myself."
"The risk a village girl would invoke going to a market is vastly different compared to going to a market as wife of a prince would be. " Baelor states in a slightly seething tone. He is starting to get annoyed, which only causes you to get more angry.
"As I said earlier no one would assume me the wife of a prince!" You half shout your earlier point at him.
"Do not raise your voice at me." Baelor fixes you with a look he usually reserves for insolent lords.
You glare at your husband angrily, before turning on your heel and storming out of the chamber with a rage you weren't aware you possessed.
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You had tried to leave the red keep, just to be physically yet gently stopped by the guards.
You had tired commanding them to let you through, but of course a command from the heir of the iron throne has much more power then the command of his lowborn wife.
You had tried to sneak out a window one evening, only too loose your footing and fall. Thankfully you had landed in a bush and your most severe injury was your battered ego. Your gratitude didn't last long as you were found before you could run off into the market. Baelor had been furious. In truth, it was quite terrifying seeing your usually calm and reasonable husband so angry.
Baelor had then assigned one of the kingsguard to you, Ser Willem Wylde, to be your shadow.
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"All I wanted was to go to a market." You complain to Bella, who sits next to you on stone bench, in the gardens of the red keep. Ser Willem stands a couple of feet away.
"Honestly, Bella, never get married." You say as if you are departing ancient wisdom upon your friend.
"Just last week you were talking about how great marriage is."
"Was I?"
"Very much so."
"Well things change." You say with a sigh.
"Not this drastically in a mere week." Bella looks over her shoulder at Ser Willem, before turning back to you and lowering her voice. "If you really want to go to the market, I have an idea."
You raise an eyebrow at Bella as you wait for her to depart her idea upon you.
"Okay, so you know Jeyne who works in the kitchens?" You quickly nod as Bella continues speaking in a hushed voice. "The two of you look exactly alike."
"Huh? We do?"
"Yes! You both have the same hair colour, skin tone and similar facial features." Bella explains.
"I mean, I suppose we look similar if you squint." You say picturing Jeyne in your mind.
"On the morrow me and Jeyne can come to your chambers, where you and Jeyne can quickly swap places then the two of us can go to the market!"
"That's all well and good, but what about my duties?"
"What duties?" Bella asks incredulous. "You don't have any."
"Yes I do!" You say quickly wanting to defend yourself.
"Like what?" Bella asks and you find yourself unable to answer.
"That's what I thought." Bella says.
"Okay, you proved your point! Will Jeyne be okay with this?"
"Will Jeyne be okay with lying about doing nothing for a few hours?" Bella asks sarcastically.
"Will she?"
"Yes! Of course."
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Unable to get any sleep you are wide awake when Jeyne and Bella arrive early on the morrow.
You pull on Jeyne's simple servant garb. The cheap materials feel rough against your skin as you had gotten used to the luxurious silk clothes that usually graced your body fairly quickly.
Jeyne on the other hand looks as if she just gotten a really good massage as she wears your silk dressing gown, that just so happens to be a gift from Baelor. Most of your clothes were gifts from Baelor.
"Don't forget about your jewellery." Bella reminds you, gesturing to your necklace, a gift from Baelor with the Targaryen sigil as a pedant made from valyrian steel. A Targaryen family heirloom. You hadn't taken it off since Baelor had clasped it around your neck the day the two of you had married.
"I haven't taken this off since I married." You say softly as you reminisce upon your marriage.
"First time for everything." Bella says before unclasping the necklace from around your neck and placing it on a table. "Its almost like you want too get robbed."
Bella quickly fixes your hair with an expertise you know she doesn't possess, in order too make sure you resemble Jeyne, who is currently lying on your bed eating grapes.
"You have no shame, do you?" Bella states snidely.
"Hey, im the one doing you a favour!" Jeyne says as she pops a grape in her month.
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The streets of kings landing is filled with wooden stalls and massive crowds, as the long boulevard from the gates of the red keep all the way down too flee bottom.
You feel the heat of the sun beaming down upon your neck, as if you were being personally targeted, as you and Bella browse through the never ending market.
Merchants shout out prices that they promise you wouldn't be able to get anywhere else. Children run around causing trouble, no one bothering to try and reel them in, as their parents are too busy trying to haggle.
You had even seen your good brother, Maekar out with his wife Lady Dyanna Dayne with their three children, surrounded by a fleet of guards.
Huh. So they were able too go to the market, and you weren't. Even when Dyanna is heavy with their fourth child.
You had quickly dashed away before they could have spotted you, and reported you too your hyper vigilant husband.
Bella drags you around all the stalls as the two of you spend all Baelors gold.
"Should we head back soon?" You ask Bella as she browses through a jewellery merchants wares.
"We have only been an hour." Bella replied as she picked up a gold bracelet too see how it contrasted with her skin.
"An hour too much." You mumble under your breath. Truth be told, you were nervous and scared. Baelors words had gotten too you. What if you did have a target on your back? What if someone had recognised you? What if someone tried to attack you?
Growing up a woman who is a commoner in Westros, you were used to having too be able too defend yourself and always be on alert.
However, this was different. You could feel your skin prickle on the back of your neck. You felt a shiver runs down your spine when someone stood too close.
"Bella, I want to go back-." You are cut off by a commotion of gasps and shouts.
You turn your attention towards the commotion too see three kingsguard sat upon horses, the white armour gleaming in the sun.
The kingsguard are followed by around 10 Targaryen household guards.
In front of the kingsguard is Baelor. Seated upon his mount. His handsome face is filled with worry, as he turns his head looking through the crowds, as if he looking for someone. For you.
"Fuck!" Bella curses under her breath as she grabs your hand as she drags you further into the crowd, which parts too let Baelor through.
"Your Grace! There she is!" One of the guards had spotted you and quickly points you out too Baelor.
You don't have time too decide as Baelor quickly whips around. His mismatched eyes scan the area before landing on you. Your eyes meet for a moment. You see a mixture of relief, worry and anger in his beautiful violet and brown eyes.
You quickly drop your gaze as he urges his horse towards you and Bella, the crowd parting for him. The kingsguard and house hold guards following him.
Baelor quickly dismounts from his steed and crosses the distance in a matter of seconds with his long legs. He gently cups your face with two hands, bringing your eyes too meet his. His eyes filled with worry.
"Are you hurt?" He asks in a soft voice.
In that moment you feel the nerves and fear leave your body. The skin on your neck stops prickling and the shiver down your spine quickly disappears. You knew that no one could possibly lay a finger on you, with Baelor here.
You feel your eyes fill with tears as you shake your head.
One of Baelor's hands move down to the small of your back as he quickly pulls you into a tight hug.
You burry your face against his neck to hide your tears, while Baelor presses kisses to your temple, his hand running up and down your spine too comfort you. You grip his doublet with both hands.
It had only been a couple of days, yet it felt like eons since you had last been in your husbands arm.
"What were you thinking?" Baelor speaks, his voice carrying anger. A rare thing for the composed prince.
Despite the anger in his voice, he pulls you closer.
"Im sorry." You mumble against his neck. "I am so sorry."
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You currently lie in bed, using your husband's chest as a cushion.
Upon finding you in the market, Baelor had brought you and Bella back too the red keep. Where you learnt that Jeyne had ratted the two of you out too Baelor, when he had arrived to your temporary chambers too take you too the market himself. Only to find Jeyne.
"Im sorry." You mumble for the hundredth time.
Baelor wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you even closer.
"Never again." He states.
"Never again." You promise.
Silence engulfs the large chambers.
"I shouldn't have forbidden you." Baelor admits. "We are equals. It was not my right." He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. "I am sorry."
You raise your body up slightly on your elbows so you can look at your husbands handsome face in the moonlight.
"I understand why you did it." You admit. "I do have a target on my back. It's just a big change."
You had gone from a simple village girl too the future Queen.
"I will bring you too the next market myself." He promises. "You can buy whatever you want."
"I look forward too it." You say before leaning forward and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that would most certainly evolve into something more then a kiss.
