Young!Tywin Lannister x wife!reader
A/n: NSFW, MDNI, thigh riding , Mean Dom, young Tywin
Soft whimpers slip past your lips as you bounce your bare cunt up and down your husband’s thigh. Your slick causing a large wet spot to form on his breeches. You looked and felt like a mess, the red and gold silk robe Tywin gifted you from Lys now on the floor and the silky red nightgown bunched up to your hips its thin straps hanging off your shoulder. Your face was damped from the tears and your brain felt like mush, you can hardly remember which number release you were coming up to. In a stark contrast Tywin was completely calm and collected even going as far as taking a sip of his wine while his other arm lay on the armrest not even bothering to hold you from falling off him. He takes deliberately long and slow sips, his emerald eyes observing you as if he’s simply spectating a tourney.
“Please lord husband need you so bad” you cry out your thighs felt like they were on fire with how long you’ve been working the muscle. Yet all you could do is just ignore it because you knew the punishment for stopping would be far worse than some aching legs. it had been your own fault you were in this situation. Earlier this moon Tywin started to create battle plans and you knew all too well how your husband got when he’s preparing for battle. He had commanded no one disturbed him when he was in his study, you respected this, well as long as you could. Then days turned into weeks then a full month of rarely having your own husband’s warmth.
You became restless and needy defying his clear orders and entering his study. When you entered you were not surprised when his face harden, annoyance clear on his features, but you really couldn’t call your self his wife if you didn’t foresee this happening. Before he could open his mouth to snap at you, you undo the ties to the long robe revealing the particularly thin and short nightgown that you only wore during the hot summers of the Westerlands. What you didn’t foresee however was this.
Tywin sets the chalice down with a soft clinking sound.
“You disobey direct orders from your lord husband and you expect that behavior to be awarded?” His voice sounds harsh but not to its full intensity.
You can only let out a strained moan as an another release washes over you, you immediately hide your face in his neck as your body trembles coming down from the high.
You feel his hand go to the back of your head and gently but tightly grip your hair before pulling you to meet his gaze.
“No. I want to see your face”
Your eyes are lidded and mouth slight ajar as you pant softly and he tsk at the sight.
“If you could only see how pathetic you look. All because you were so impatient to have me”
At this rate you didn’t care anymore his thigh was no longer going to cut it.
“Please Tywin please need you in me so bad”
If he really wanted to he could keep you bouncing on him for the rest of the night but he supposed you’ve been punished enough.
In fluid like motion he lifts you onto the desk, scattering the document to the floor before pulling you against him your eyes roll back at the mere feeling of his clothed cock.
“But remember wife this is a one time thing, the next time you disturb me from my work you’ll be leaving with a stinging behind”
