warnings: Timothée smut, almost getting caught, Power imbalance
word count: 697
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You were standing in a crowd of people within the castle. It was the first morning in the new month and that meant it was the servants' audience with the king. You hated this day because it reminded you of the difference between you and Timothée. King Timothée. You had loved him ever since you were small and that didn’t stop after his coronation.
During your thoughts He makes eye contact with you during his speech.
He’d been talking for over an hour now but you didn’t mind. You were focusing on the curves of his lips and the sheer power he was exuding.
The meeting was over and you began walking towards the kitchen. Before you got there you felt a hand push you into a small room off the side of the corridor.
It was Timothée.
You were facing him with your back against a stack of shelves. He had his hands crowding your cheeks.
“I missed you, little one.” he murmurs. “I know how much you hate those.” He places a small kiss on your lips.
You can’t help but whine. You were dripping already from the speech and had planned to find a corner to release yourself but this was better.
“want you. please.” You beg.
“And you have me, baby. Fuck I want you so much.”
Timothée flips you around so fast you have to brace your hands on the shelf in front of you.
“be quite little one, gotta keep quiet for me, hmm.” He speaks directly into your ear, whispering. “Can you do that for me?”
“yes.” you squeak. He knows you’ve always been turned on by the idea of getting caught. The image of anyone in the castle seeing you at Timothées knees? You loved it.
He nibbles softly on your ear while his hands pull your pants down along with your underwear. His fingers drop to the wetness between your thighs. They were practically slipping from how wet you were. You let out a small moan.
You felt flush. No matter how many times you guys had sex you always felt like it was the first.
Timothée presses his cock to your slit. You didn’t even feel his hands pull away from you to remove his own pants. You couldn’t focus on anything but the throbbing between your thighs. You let out a sound of frustration and timothée turns your head to bring your mouth to his, planting a wet open mouth kiss on your lips.
“Let me see how well you take me, little one.” He murmurs against your lips.
You can’t form a reply but you let out a throaty moan the second he pushes himself into you. His size was always daunting. You always felt like he was crowding into you with how full you felt.
“feels so good baby. Love fucking my pussy. so good”
His thrusts were getting faster and harder. His hand clamped down on your mouth at the sound of a loud moan you let out. You hear voices on the other side of the door linger then fade.
His other hand comes down to circle your clit and your knees almost buckle. You felt like you were about to explode and you did. Your release rushes between the both of you and down to the floor. It’s Timothée holding you up completely.
“That's it baby, I've got you.” He says.
You felt overstimulated. Your body spasming from the aftershocks and Timothées relentlessness. He kept fucking into your limp body and just that thought made you clamp down on him, feeling yourself back at the edge.
“gonna fuck you day and night till we leave this place little one. it’s gonna be okay.”
You whine in return. You and Timothée had always talked about leaving, about running away together but you didn’t think it would happen.
“We’re gonna be okay.” He whispers. “Oh. Fucking. Kay.” He emphasises every word with a hard thrust. You both cum and he keeps shallowly thrusting, pushing his release deep into you.
“I love you.” He whispers.
In moments like these you forget he’s a king. He’s just your Timothée running his hands along your tummy.
