Behind The Mask
Pairing - Valarr x Wife! Reader
Summary - The Prince Valarr was a talented knight, but he was never too proud to take loss unkindly. At least not when his opponent could see. In his wife’s arms, however, he’s far more petulant.
Warnings - Smut. Fingering. P in V. Aftercare. Crying, crying during sex, dacryphilia, sub! Valarr, cockwarming. Poor bb is worried his father is disappointed in him, and it turns you on. Hurt/comfort.
WC: 2.1K
Your young prince was always strong in the face of adversity.
When beaten, he would put on a brave mask and smile, congratulating his opponent with flattering words as if his middle was not throbbing in pain.
Then he would look to the side and see his father. Baelor would give him the usual royal nod — he wasn't disappointed, but it always made his son feel so.
Truths such as these always come out whispering like the bed covers.
The temporary chambers you had been placed in were nearly the grandest Ashford had to offer, but they paled in comparison to the smallest rooms in Maegor's Holdfast.
Petrichor filled the bedchamber, the sound of dripping beginning to dwindle.
The cotton of your shift crinkled, your husband laying his head there, upon your chest.
"I feel like a fool." Valarr murmured against your breast, his naked body curled around yours, exposed yet ashamed. "I cannot even stay on my horse when faced with the polished loyalists father chooses."
A soft sigh left you. "Valarr-"
"I know what you are going to say." He cut off, his voice muffled and nasally as he squished his face against your bicep, trying desperately to disappear.
It was a sad thing, hearing your confident and lively husband so torn up over a mere loss during a tilt. It made you question if there was something deeper than just melancholy over the lists.
The prince knew not of your thoughts, only of his sorrows. "Please, wife, do not pity me so sweetly. It only makes me more ashamed of my exchange." He whispered.
Lids fluttered as you opened your tired eyes, turning onto your side to face him.
"My love, is something more the matter?" The words came out carefully — not because you feared anger… but tears — whispered as you leaned your head against his, the tips of your noses touching so intimately that you could feel his breath touching your upper lip.
That made his own tremble. It seemed you had broken the dam, and now the flood would come.
Tears gathered in his eyes, the one violet and one brown glassy and wet in an instant, coating his lashes and he let out a quiet, struggled sob.
"H-how…" He stuttered, voice cracking. The beautiful mismatched irises were taken from your view at that, your husband squeezing his eyes shut in unmitigated humiliation.
It was not uncommon for him to cry in front of you; he was not one to bottle his emotions when he had someone as accepting as you.
But the topic which evoked tonight's feelings was lifelong, and undignified.
"Oh, my darling." You whispered, rubbing his strong back slowly, giving him such affection that in this moment, he felt undeserving of.
The prince sat up. Though he had his back to you, you could hear his shoulder-shuddering sobs.
He had moved to conceal himself.
His face was scrunched unattractively, his nostrils flared, his mouth dripping with uncontrolled spit as the salty trails betrayed him, flowing a treacherous path all the way down his neck.
"How am I ever supposed to sit the throne when I can barely sit a pony's buck?" He bawled, voice weak; like a child's.
There was a deluge on his chin, a mixture of snot, tears, and saliva from his mania. Gods, he felt so weak. So completely fragile.
What would he do if an enemy were to burst in right this moment? Cower behind you and whimper?
"You will be the best of kings."
He shook his head.
The deep-set pout on your face only cemented itself, his words and wails making you wish to cry yourself. Yet there was another thought... you pushed it down.
You stood on your knees behind him, draped your arms over his shoulders, and kissed the back of his head.
His breath began to quicken.
"Husband, breathe." You pleaded softly, coercing him with warm words and the comforting weight of your arms.
The Young Prince raised his big hands to grip yours, seeking a hold on your body to keep him on the ground. He let out a few more shaking blubbers, then sniffled.
A gentle kiss was pressed against the side of his head, then you laid yours on his shoulder for a moment before getting out of the way.
"Lie back."
The prince nodded — still trying to stop tears from gathering in his eyes. He obeyed and lay back, mismatched irises looking up at you desperately, a hand finding your knee to have something to hold.
His lip quivered once again.
It would be a lie to say that the sight of him, with a wet, glistening face, and such beautiful eyes reddened with grief did not make you wet.
"Why do you cry, Valarr?" You murmured softly as you swung a leg over him, situating yourself onto your favourite seat.
A crack came from his throat, as if he would speak but could not. The air was thick; he was shocked at his wife's brazen action, and stayed completely still.
"My handsome prince believes himself unworthy." You murmured disapprovingly, taking a hold of his strong forearms, placing his hands on your hips.
"What foolishness." The tone of your voice was soft and tender, yet lilted in a way that made him question your intentions.
His eyes were wide and blinking, sniffling as he spoke. "What-"
The shush was prompt, just as firm as the grip you had on the hem of your chemise to pull it over your head.
Then you were exposed, as naked as he was, breasts exposed and flesh covered in goosebumps from the breeze. You cared not.
You dived in for a deep kiss, gods, you could taste the salt of his tears. Your tongue brushed his, just as you guided his hand to cup a breast, and the other to the patch of hair leading to your desire. Then cupped his cheeks.
The prince was still befuddled, trapped in a mixture of dejection, yet growing want. How did you wish to fuck him when you had just seen his nose drip all the way down his neck?
No matter.
He kissed back with equal fervour, slowly delighting in the touch as he gave your tit a gentle squeeze, then let that hand drift to your waist, his other dipping between your folds to gather arousal — there was so very much, and circle it around your pearl.
The grip that was suddenly on his wrist made it clear that you were going to be dominating the act tonight, as you made him grope your breast.
It was often that you did this, guided him how you wished, bent his will to yours. Your husband enjoyed it; it was a break from having to be the controlled, poised prince he always had to be.
And he always obeyed. He was such a good boy.
There was a thin string of spit attached to both of your mouths when you left the kiss, but it did not long survive as you bit at his jaw, rolling your hips against both his hand and hardened cock, which had appeared immediately and was poking your thigh.
"Valarr, you have made me wicked." You said breathily — feigning shame at your heat for his sadness, batting his hand away from between your legs in favour of his blue-veined cock. You sank down on it all at once, allowing a rough moan to leave you. It was always like being impaled, to take him.
The poor prince was so overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure all of a sudden, whimpering when you took him inside your warm, pulsing cunt.
"My darling, be still, please." He begged, wrapping his arms around your waist to embrace you in the most intimate of ways.
Lazy, heaving breaths left you, despite not having done any work just yet. You decided to allow him this, to simply bask in the adoration of the moment, the gentle hold in firelight.
Careful fingers caressed his cheek, scratching his nape simultaneously as you contented yourself with being so full of his needy cock. The stripe of silver in his hair had the most of your attention; it was so ethereal, and the most sensitive part of your husband's scalp.
"Alright?" You whispered.
As much as you adored the sight of his wet face, you did not wish him to feel lost in the sensations.
He nodded swiftly, nostrils flaring as he tried to stop his nose dripping. "Perfect."
You wiped it away with the back of your hand, and began to roll your hips slowly. A firm hand pressed against his chest, then both pushed to pin him against the bed.
You took your own pleasures from the man beneath you, moving in the way which stimulated you, performing not, only being true to yourself, as you ever were in bed.
This captivating sight brought tears to Valarr's eyes once again. His wife atop him, her face so gorgeously scrunched in pleasure, as even her own hand took over his job of stroking her bud; it had him on the edge of overstimulation within minutes.
Meanwhile, you were only forcing the head of him to pound against the spot inside of you, drawing out your indulgence as if you were a goddess in complete control: to him, you were.
"Please.." He moaned softly, tears clouding his eyes, a mix of hedonism and overwhelm. "Love, you must finish." He begged, surely marking your waist with his iron grip.
There was no humiliation like peaking without you doing the same, and the wonderful man you called your husband could not handle anymore humiliation.
With one unexpected — almost abusive — upwards thrust of his hips, the heat inside of you snapped; your hips went erratic and your cunt was spasming around Valarr's quivering length. The loud, unabashed moan from your lips combined with the sight of you drove him to his end.
He came much, and loudly, a groan that tapered off into a whine escaping him. The creamy evidence of his gratification filled and heated your womb to the point that it began dripping out instantly, a white ring gathered at the base of him.
After was silence, just quick chests and the tight grip he had on your middle as he pulled you down so your chests were flush. His lips kissed your scalp, one large hand cupping the back of your head.
He cleaned you quickly — with a mission to treat you as correctly as he possible could, his endeavour since before even meeting you.
Then, you laid together, limbs intertwined, foreheads pressed against one another's.
"I did not mean to bury your feelings in favour of my desires." You said softly, your thumb brushing his under eyes as they began to swell from his earlier outbursts.
"You did not." He replied earnestly, shutting his lids and tilting his head to press a kiss to your palm, before letting it go limp against the pillow once again.
"I meant what I said, sweetling. You will be a great king." You affirmed with a mirroring kiss to his cheek.
"As long as you are by my side." He murmured quietly, rubbing your back in slow circles to comfort himself with the indolent rhythm.
A leisurely silence came over the chamber after that, the crack of the hearth was the only sound around. That and the rustle of the marriage sheets.
There was no need to speak of his crying, for it was already solved in his mind. You had seen him that open, even more so than ever before, yet welcomed his despair to morph it into content once again.
There was need to speak of your arousal, however. Your husband loved nothing more than finding fresh ways to entice you.
"My tears made you very wet." He said plainly, as he did everything, like a maester explaining fucking to two virgins on their wedding night.
An amused huff left you, deciding that you were alright with being as brash as you had presented yourself as. "They did." You whispered back, pressing a kiss to his poor jaw which you had earlier bitten.
He sighed deeply, drawing you even closer to him with his strong arm. "I shall let all of my emotions hang, then. I will never try to bottle them, so long as I may be inside of you when I talk about them."
A hearty chuckle left you, your chest moving with the force of it. "I am glad."
Valarr smiled.
The Young Prince was a complex man. He was kind, dutiful, true, and chivalrous. A rarity today.
He accepted you just as you were, and even worshipped you for it.
How thankful you were for your pretty husband, his glistening tears, and his longsword of a cock.
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