The people demand more Lara Croft x Knight reader
Did someone say more knight!reader x Lara Croft…mhmmm well.. that I can very much do and I will feed yall…
Now, I had a tiny devil on my shoulder (my beta reader) and they mentioned something about a good luck bj before a jousting tournament… AND WHAT CAN I SAY IM A FREAAAAAK SOOOO YES MA’AM I WILL BE WRITING THIS OUT
Imagine: It’s some random festival Croft House has been invited to, the House hosting it has made them honorable guests and is hoping to win Lord Croft’s approval in hopes to marry his son off to Lara.
Spoiler, Lord Richard Croft and his wife, Lady Amelia were not very much impressed and Lara finds the son to be unbearably annoying.
He’s a young lad, the same age as Lara but she likes them a couple years older (you). A knight who has only fought in tournaments and miniature battles but nothing hitting the scale of war, of what bloodshed truly looks like on the battlefield. He isn’t super tall nor buff, in some cases his body doesn’t fill his armor out in the right places. He has good looks, which gives him a confidence boost and popularity among the ladies. He’s good with a lance, but Lara has heard his ideal weapon of choice is a mace and he sucks at charming a woman.
He isn’t smooth with his words and Lara simply isn’t interested in him nor his courting.
But, he is a man and cannot take no for an answer.
At dinner, Lord Brown (head of House Brown and the one hosting this festival) invites the Crofts to dinner to try and get his son and Lara a bit more familiar with each other.
The son, Daemon sits himself close to Lara when supper arrives and tries starting a conversation, but to no one’s surprise, Lara pays zero mind to him and puts all her focus on you, who stands right at her side during dinner.
As the nobles eat, the husbands discuss political debates, the wives bond over their husband’s rash decision-making and the children sit in silence, or Lara does while Daemon chews her ear off.
“My family owns a castle bigger than this one on the outskirts of Surrey, maybe I shall take you there someday.” Daemon smiles charmingly.
“Mhm, sounds lovely.” Lara replies absent mindlessly, more interested in her cooked boar than the man next to her.
“Milady.” Your voice breaks through the boring haze Lara was in.
The brunette is quick to whip her head up at you, cheek stuffed with food but her face seems significantly brighter.
“Yes?” She answers, but it’s muffled due to her dinner.
You chuckle, bending down to one knee and your armor clanking as you grab the cloth napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.
“This is very unfitting for a Lady.” You say, making sure Lara’s mouth is cleaned before pulling back, you can’t leave lingering touches in front of the nobles.
Lara scoffs at you, before turning her head away from you. Your fingers itch to grasp her jaw and turn her face back towards you, but not right now.
“So,” You continue, gaining her attention again. She can never stay mad at you. “I wager Ser Daemon has not won your favor?” You raise a brow.
Lara rolls her eyes and scoots her chair a little closer, still making sure there’s “ appropriate” space between your face and hers.
“Absolutely not.” She whispers low. “All he babbles about is himself, how many tourneys he’s won, the men he’s unhorsed, the women he’s slept with but he would change for me.” You laugh but Lara doesn’t find it as amusing as you do.
“He’s disgraceful, he told me a lady of my status shouldn’t be riding horseback while shooting bow and arrow. That I should be home and all I need to do is bare his children.” Lara finishes off, gritting her teeth together in anger.
Your face hardens at this information, “I am to joust him on the morrow. He picked me as his first contestant, I’ve heard around from the staff that he thinks I’m easy prey.”
Lara huffs, “You? Easy prey? Unbelievable.” She side-eyes Daemon, but he doesn’t notice as he is talking to his father. “You unhorse him tomorrow and I will have the staff make you a bunch of Jaffa cakes as a thank you gift for when we get back home.”
You chuckle again, and now that’s charming to Lady Lara Croft.
“Your wish is my command, Milady.” You nod, your stare lingers on Lara’s lips before standing up to your full height.
Oh. My. God. Her undergarments are soiled.
The next morning, everyone is excited. The audience cheers and shouts, they’re rowdy even though the joust hasn’t started yet.
Etzli assists you with your armor, chatting happily as he straps the components to its designated body part.
“The views here are gorgeous, don’t you agree Ser? But, I will say nothing beats Paititi.” Etzli smiles up at you.
You smile back, chugging the rest of your wine, then placing it down on the small table side before patting your squire’s head.
“You talk so highly of your homelands, I hope someday the gods will be nice and bless me to see it.”
Your squire nods eagerly at your words, running back to grab your breastplate. “I hope so too, Ser. My mother would love to see the knight that is raising me to be a good man.”
God, you hope you’re raising Eztli right.
As he fastens your breastplate to your chest, Lara makes an appearance, stepping into the tent and standing by the entrance with her hands in front of her.
“Lady Lara?” You ask, prompting your squire to peek from under your arm and is quick to bow his head.
Lara smiles softly, “You don’t need to do that, Eztli.”
He looks up at you, and you give him a reassuring nod to confirm it is in fact all right and he lifts his head back up.
“Eztli.” Lara starts, and you see the boy’s ears perk up. “Could you perhaps leave me and Ser Y/n alone for a bit? I need to talk to her before her jousting begins.”
She holds more power here so Eztli obeys, as he departs, Lara puts a hand on his shoulder to soothe him of any nerves.
“If anyone questions, tell them I dismissed you and if you still get in trouble, come talk to me after. Understood?”
“Understood, Lady Lara.” He mumbles, and leaves the tent.
The brunette turns back to you, her smile went from soft to predatory like, she inches closer, hands still clasped in front of her body.
“I see Eztli got your breastplate on.” You nod, almost hypnotized by the way Lara makes her way to you.
“He was about to get to my arms before you came in.” You speak, but words seem heavy on your tongue.
Lara hums to herself, circling around you as she counts how many pieces of your armor you’re missing, and if the components you have on now will get in the way of what she has in mind.
It won’t, so that’s a plus for her.
“I want to give you my favor before you head off, think of it like a good luck charm, yes?” Lara purrs.
She stops in front of you, and drags her pointer finger down from your chest to the band of your trousers. Heat travels south and you feel the bridge of your nose get hotter, you gulp and stay professional.
“A good luck charm? You make it sound like I’m heading off to war.” You laugh nervously, trying not to get hard at the way Lara looks up at you.
She presses a hand to your breastplate and silently guides you back into a chair that you don’t recall ever being there.
Your half-armored frame plops down onto it, the wood creaks beneath your weight and Lara stands between your legs. Your hands automatically land on her hips, but she pushes them away and drops gracefully to her knees.
It finally clicks to you what’s happening and you’re quick to try and guide Lara back up.
“Lara—“ “Please.” She cuts you off, she leans forward to nuzzle her cheek against your hardening length. “I’ve missed you. Ever since we’ve arrived here, that man Daemon has taken all my time away from you, and you’re too busy playing knight to even pay attention to me.”
You laugh breathily, you bring your hand down to pet through Lara’s brown hair, she unbuckles your belt.
“I’m sorry I can’t bathe in your beauty every waking second, trust me, I wish. But, I still have duties to perform.” You gritted your teeth, the morning breeze sending shivers throughout your entire body.
Lara doesn’t respond, she spits into her palm, wraps her pretty fingers around your shaft and starts stroking up and down.
“Fuck.” You groan, throwing your head back and ignoring the way your armor feels restricting.
“Look at me.” Lara orders, and of course you listen.
You lift your head back up and watch, gaze locked as your cock rests heavy on her cheek. Watching as Lara pulls back, presses a sweet kiss to the tip then parts her lips wider and takes all of you in.
You feel like the air got punched from your lungs, like you got knocked off your horse and landed square on your back.
Words die on your tongue, all you could do was pant hopelessly as you watched Lord Richard Croft’s daughter swallow your dick whole.
The brunette keeps going, gagging a little when she hits your pubic bone. Lara takes deep breathes through her nose, then looks up and my god.. you almost become a one-pump chump.
She pulls back, showcasing to you how wet she’s gotten your cock, stops when she hits the tip, sucking and swirling her tongue around it and tasting your pre before slamming back down to the base.
“Gods—“ Your hand grips Lara ponytail at the base, while your other one holds tightly onto the chair’s armrest. “F-fuck.. Lara..”
She whimpers at the tone of your voice, picking up the pace and jerking off whatever left of your shaft she didn’t want to deepthroat anymore.
Lara makes sure to keep eye contact, soaking in how flustered you look. Pink flush dust your cheeks, there’s a thin layer of sweat forming and your hair is starting to stick to your face.
Your hands switch jobs, one re-locates to the armrest while the other moves down to her cheek.
Your thumb strokes the soft skin as Lara bobs her head up and down, eyes half-lidded and body burning from under your armor.
“So pretty.” You mumble, your words and caressing is so soft and gentle. “You look so beautiful like this, my gorgeous girl. Let me make it up to you later, okay sweetheart?”
Lara nods, mouth stuffed to the brim with your cock and she feels like there’s a mess between her thighs.
You throb and twitch on her tongue and she knows you’re on the edge.
“S-shit.. Lara.” Your eyes shut and you grind your teeth together. “I’m close.. fuck I’m so close.. you’re gonna make me come down your throat..”
And she does exactly that, takes you down to the base and works her throat around your length, resulting in you to curse out loudly and climax in her mouth.
Lara moans at the taste and the thick texture, but swallows all that comes her way, not wasting a single drop as she was raised with manners.
Once she’s positive you’ve given her your all, she pulls back with a loud pop and showcases her empty tongue.
You groan low, your thumb continuing to stroke her cheek then it brushes over her swollen bottom lip, and the brunette gladly takes the digit into her mouth.
“You nasty girl.” You grunt, and Lara smiles around your thumb before letting go, tucking you back into your trousers and standing up.
Your hands get right back on her hips, and this time she doesn’t push the away. You press soft, feather-light kisses to Lara’s stomach over her gown, and Lara runs her hand through your strands.
“My good knight.” She praises you. “My charming knight, the only knight I need.”
You whine at her words, rubbing your face against her dress, trying not to get hard again.
“Come. You still have a jousting to complete.” Lara forces you up and coos at your expression.
Flushed in the face and needy.
“If you do good, which I know you will.” She scratches under your chin. “I’ll let you eat me out before dinner, yes? Wouldn’t that be lovely.”
You agree eagerly, and Lara giggles, leaning up to kiss your cheek one last time.
“Now, go be my good knight and win.” She whispers huskily in your ear.
As Lara is leaving the tent, Eztli comes back and gives a quick bow to the departing Lady Croft and walks in to find you still very much red-faced and sweaty.
The young squire raises a brow at the state you’re in. “Why are you so red in the face, Ser?” He questions as he picks up where he left off.
You clear your throat, “Drank too much wine, boy. Don’t worry.”
Lara makes it back to the podium just in time as the announcer blows the horn, indicating the match is going to begin.
House Nishimura has also been invited and Sam whips her head at her best friend as Lara fixes her ponytail and wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
“Where the hell have you been?!” Sam questions. “Your dad was scrambling around trying to find you for a solid ten minutes.”
Lara casually shrugs, politely sitting herself down. “I went to give Y/n my favor, that’s all.”
Sam narrows her gaze at her best friend, suspicious developing deep in her gut.
“Our first contesters of this joust is Ser Daemon Brown, Son to Lord Robert Brown and Heir to House Brown!”
The audience goes wild, cheering as Daemon rides out on his horse, flashing everyone a princely smile.
“Our second contester is Ser Y/n serving under House Croft!” The announcer finishes.
You struct out and despite the lingering flush and sweat from earlier, you look like a knight that’s been pulled from one of the Arthurian legends. Armor so shiny and clean it almost shines pearly white, your helmet is tucked under your arm and your face is stoic as possible.
The crowd gets more rowdy and everyone can feel in their bones that this will be a great start to the festival.
Upon seeing your face, Sam turns towards Lara with an expression mixed between being disgusted and being impressed.
“Oh. My. God. You did not just give your knight sloppy head before a jousting match.” Sam is flabbergasted.
Lara smiles, all smug and not even trying to hide it.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” She lifts her cup of tea and drinks from it.
Who knew Lady Lara Croft was this nasty? Sam didn’t.
As that’s going on, Richard waves for your father’s attention. The older man drops to one knee right at the Lord’s side, ready to obey.
“Yes, my Lord? Is something troubling you.” Your father asks and Richard cringes in worry at the question.
“Yes, something does trouble me. Is your daughter alright? She looks a little flushed.” Richard answers and your father quirks a brow, before turning his gaze towards you.
You shake your head, and he does spot the tint of redness to your face, before it gets covered up by your helmet.
Your father turns his attention back to Richard. “Yes, I agree she does look a little flushed. Hopefully she hasn’t gotten ill, I shall check up on her after the match ends, my Lord.”
Richard sighs, “Please do. I would feel horrible knowing Y/n has been overworking herself and refusing to sleep.”
Oh Richard, if only you knew…
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