but on a serious note i HATEEE how my stupid platonic drabble turned out like last september 😭😭😭 but! my valentines one is probably okay. so,,, perhaps. next event? can i still do events in my old age? like and subscribe.
' there's no one i want. only you. only .. ' a sharp intake of breath. ' us, like this. as we are. ' & ' i want to take you, as you are. ' @northduty
a fine grown clung to her frame, it shapes her nicely compared to armor. he’s able to see curves that’s often hidden, the swell of breasts. and it’s his stare that has her cheeks glowing red, bright even as the flames dance along the cold walls of this castle. a lord they’re visiting, something he’d lost interest in when he saw her. “ quit staring.” she tries to get his attention focused again, pleasing the lords and ladies. he’s to be the northern king after all. a kind and just ruler. one this land needed. One they’re fighting together for.
it was never really his stare that made her feel a certain way, it was the lack of protection her armor had given her. a barrier. even her sword was kept away in a room with it, nothing but a dagger flush against her thigh just in case. she never knew what to expect, especially when robb’s death had value to it. she’d been distracted, listening to the fine music and overlapping voices. she’d almost forgotten where robb was until he’d taken her upper arm within his grasp and was gently tugging her out of the crowd and down the hall. “ robb? ” she questioned, but never received an answer. just an echo of his laugh until they’re somewhere secluded in the halls. “ what is it? something’s wrong? ” she questioned, glancing back and half expecting someone to be following. she’s beginning to question if there was even any genuine reason because he’s smiling at her.
“ simply wanted to admire you.” he states, hand reaching for her own to take. she flushed and he laughed, admiring the way the color flatters her pale skin. “ stop it. they’ll wonder where their king has gone. ” she goes to move, but his grip remains. even pulls her closer until she’s pressed the wall, carefully encasing her. and it’s cold against her skin, the back of her dress dipped and the drop of her spine is exposed. unmarked flesh. “ meant it. ” he muttered, careful as he boxed her in. she stares back, cold eyes never breaking unless it’s to blink. robb was many things, but a liar was not one of them. never once had he, even as a kid. especially not to her. a part of her wonders if she’s right for the king of these lands, but it never stopped them. however her lips dare to part only to be hushed by him.
it was as if he could read her mind, but it was really the look upon her face. the doubtful pinch in her brow and words ready on her lips. it seems to take her breath away but he’s quick to catch it with his mouth, lips pressed firmly into hers as his body gets closer. they’re almost molded together, deeply so that she finds herself going lax into his touch. “ robb… ” a mutter of his name, he finds it like a holy hymn. something he wants to hear over and over until she’s out of breath. it’s the only incentive he needs to reach out and grab her thighs to properly lift her, a walking mess until they’ve reached his quarters. the door is just shy of closing but at this moment he doesn’t care. they collide into plush sheets and he’s hovering over her, eyes taking in the sight of her dress hiked up, exposing pale legs. it’s white like the snow that blankets winterfell, it reminds him of home and he’s desperate to see more. they continue to wander, trailing upward as the other hand works to undo the buttons at the back of her dress. Complicated thing really, but nimble fingers manage to find it. the fabric is loose and falling off her shoulders now. her touch finds the expanse of his chest, pulling at the strings that held together his top. she wants more, but wonders… “ is this okay? ” she questions, fears the answer. the only thing that’s ever scared her.
' there's no one i want. only you. only .. ' a sharp intake of breath.
' us, like this. as we are. '
His words are accompanied by at hand at her chest, not to simply feel flesh but rather the heart beat beneath the skin. The one thing he’s after, wanted more than her. Than the throne itself. her heart. and it’s his words that are enough, the fire in her belly grows and she’s the one to make the next move, lips crashing almost too quickly and her hands making work of the fine clothing he wears. She rushes in taking them off, her own dress barely hanging onto her frame at this point.
“ i want to take you, as you are. ” even with a name long lost.
He finds the curve of her face, thumb tracing along the scar he’d given her years ago. The imperfection he finds prettiest, the way it shapes her face, the way it falls just below her lower lash line. Almost tickling. “ swear? ” she gasped, hands touching the way his chest was now exposed. A few battle scars that mold his physique. “ i swear. ” he replied before his hand lowered, pulling the dress down to expose her chest. They pull at the fabric, exposing more skin. The sight makes his mouth water, a wolf ready to let his teeth sink into flesh. And he does.
A gasp when his hand finds her, the wetness between her legs. He’s so careful as calloused fingers part the folds of her cunt. A single digit brushing through wet silk, gathering a collection as he continued to tease. He’d never seen this shade of her, a quivering woman and no longer a knight.
He teases, carefully so. Letting a finger slide in up to the knuckle and then back out again. Even adding another. He watches the way thighs quiver, the way her breast slope with the angle she lays. All for his taking. “ mika… ” he says, no real intention behind it other than to simply state her name. It does elicit a reaction out of her, hazy eyes drawing out from the depth of feeling to look at him again. She can feel it, sense even that they were crossing a line that they could not return from. “ give me more of you, robb. ” she breathes, hands wandering down his chest, to his pant line and a few more inches. It’s hard behind leather, aching for release. She palms it carefully, applying a much needed pressure that causes him to react. Teeth pressing into his lower lip and he’s reaching with his free hand to help aid in her undoing his pants. She reaches and it hot within her grasp, aching for the mess that’s become between her legs and the dress she half wore. “ you want it? ” he can’t help but ask, a smile creeping onto the way of his features. So sharp, so familiar. It makes her lean up to kiss his mouth sweetly, a smile into his own before
He’s stripped of his clothing, a pile on the floor. Her dress is a mess that she now laid upon. His hands trace the muscles that flesh her, so fine and pulled taught against skin. Fields of snow that they’d run in. it only made sense that they’d be here now. His cock in hand he pressed it close, through the mess between her legs until the air made him shiver with how wet he’d become. All because of her. “ ready? ” he asked and her reply comes, a grip at his side with a quiver of her lip. A gasp followed as he filled her slowly. He treads as he begins, eyes unable to look away as he left and fills her once more. He continues as a pace is found and mikasa is left making noises, pretty lips bitten red until she could no longer do so. It grows in pitch, echoing off the high walls of this fine room. A warmth in her belly was building, one she’s desperate to touch. Involuntarily her legs twitch and he can’t help but grasp them, finger tips digging into the soft flesh. He wants to take it all, to taste every inch of her. He’s just moments away from doing so as he almost falters, but the urge to claim her sets in. he was the king, she was his. His knight, his she-fangs. “ r-- ” it’s but a failed attempt to say his name, the coil in her stomach pulled apart as her orgasm washed over. Her body seizes, legs tightening round his waist. It only makes his thrusts sharper as his own teeter's next, collapsing as he fills her.
Their breathing heavy, loud as it fills the room. Her body trembling underneath his as she made the first move, carefully drawing a finger across the curve of his shoulders. He soften, head rising from the dip of her neck until he sees her again. Pale features a flush, pink across the expanse of her chest. She smiles and he could see the feature, a life, though simple with her at his side. “ i’ll never let anything happen to you. ” she whispered, now touching along the bone of his jaw. He laughs, “ shouldn’t i be saying that to you? ” her response it simple, a shake of her head. “ no, i am your knight. ” your she-fangs.
