Iâm begging you to write a part 2 of your Raymun kingsguard fic or just another smutty Raymun fic
includes ââ§Â°đ˛Öźđ˘ kingsguard!raymun fossoway x targaryen!fem!reader
summary: a bored targaryen princess is a dangerous one; needing some attention, you seek out your loyal kingsguard in his own chambers for the first time.
tags: pre-established relationship; smut; p! in v!; switchy behaviors; ends with some fluff;
NOTE: YES YES YES YES YES i cannot get enough of this guy; i just think heâs so cutesy; hope you enjoy :)
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The lower levels of the Red Keep are a cobblestone maze. The hallways are small, so small that they barely fit two people moving side by side. You are forced to bow your head when you pass someone by in hopes that they would not identify you. Navigating the halls, you worry if your disguise is good enough, wishing that it successfully dissuades onlookers from taking a second glance at you.
This morning you had excitedly asked your handmaiden for a favor; to borrow her clothing just for a night so you could sneak out of your chambers unassumingly. She was unsure at first, warning you that it would not be wise. You of course convinced her in the end, explaining how you just wanted a night of freedom, promising her that if you happened to be caught you would admit to stealing the clothing yourself.
Which brings you to where you are now, walking through a terrain unknown to you with only a candlelight leading your way. You did not think much of a plan on finding Raymunâs chambers beforehand and now you regret your underestimation of the task. Earlier, you briefly asked your handmaiden for some guidance on what was held within the lower levels of the keep, but you did not ask too much in fear of starting a rumor.
You make your way to where you believe the kingsguard are housed, ducking away and hiding when you heard footsteps approaching. Remaining stealthed, you finally find the area you were looking for without being caught. Looking at the many doors, a glint of white silver catches your attention.
Down the hall a pair of greaves and boots are left outside a door. Investigating them closer, you feel as if they must belong to Raymun.
You inch closer to the door and blow out your candlelight. A dim light radiates from beneath the wooden door. Feeling bold, you reach for the door to open it a sliver, hoping to find who youâre looking for. Inside the chamber is in fact Raymun, who is occupying the incredibly small room.
Raymunâs room is surprisingly modest; it is smaller than one of your closets and has far less belongings in it than that said closet. His back is turned from you and he is distracted with undoing the fastens of his armor.
Your heart jumps in your chest and your face starts to feel hot. This is the perfect opportunity to surprise him, just as you planned.
Opening the door further, you would have inched into the room silently if it wasnât for the creaking of the metal hinges of the door. The sound drawing his attention immediately. Raymun stops his movements and expectantly turns towards the door, jumping slightly at your appearance in his quarters.
Despite your disguise that you spent so much time on, he recognizes you immediately. You are wearing the clothes of a servant girl and your hair is hidden beneath a scarf. Raymun is taken aback by your simple appearance, never expecting to see such a thing. Youâre beautiful, and seeing you this way only intensifies his thoughts of taking you from the Keep to start a normal life.
His gaze towards you is first one of confusion, but then it quickly turns stern.
âPrincess? Is everything alright?â He says hesitantly, still not understanding why you have appeared before him in such a manner.
Raymun slides the length of himself in slowly, savoring the feel of every velvet inch inside you as he pushes forward.
You have been placed onto his cot which is not even a quarter of the size of your own. Your borrowed clothes have been removed alongside with Raymunâs, finding a home next to his armor on the floor.
His face is in the crook of your neck and you feel his breath hitch; you take him so nicely and it distracts him from continuing to kiss at your neck, deciding to instead breathe in the flowery scent of your hair. Savoring the moment.
He bottoms out and you feel full, moaning a low sound and grabbing at his arms you wait for his next move impatiently. It feels good, so good you cannot think or speak as your hips and thighs twitch in anticipation.
The two of you must be quiet. Youâre too fond of the boy for him to be executed.
As full as you are, you think thatâs as far as he can go but Raymun continues to press his cock forward. Pulling your hips impossibly closer to his, he pushes in deeper than you think is possible. His length pressing dangerously into your cervix. The pressure is so alien to you that it stops you from breathing. You choke out a moan out and Raymun lets out a breathy laugh; heâs ecstatic.
âThis is what you wanted princess?â Raymun breathes out into you ear. He moves one his hands from your hip to snake it up your torso and in between your breasts to cradle your neck and jaw. His grip teases at your jaw as if heâs moments away from grabbing it harshly, but he doesnât.
âYou wanted your sworn protector to take care of you, yeah?â Raymun kisses at your neck again and moves to meet your lips together, panting into your mouth. He starts to roll his hips slowly into yours, barely leaving an inch before thrusting back in again. You whimper, biting your lip to stay silent.
âYou wanted me to fuck you, no one else- Tell me.â He speaks into your mouth while holding onto your jaw, his other hand still tightly holding at your hip. You instead let out a giggle before gasping at a deliciously timed thrust, finding him so humorously desperate when heâs inside you.
âOh, my poor kingsguard- have you been neglected.â You coo at him and grab at his hair, encouraging his movements by moving your hips in tandem.
Oh how he cannot get enough of you, he feels like he needs to retaliate, to bite at you, but he doesnât. You have him on a tight leash and he knows he cannot leave a mark on you. He growls instead, continuing to thrust into you.
Suddenly you push him off of you and to the side with a surprising force. With his back now on the bed you swiftly climb on top of him and place him back inside you before he can protest. You lean back and use his muscular thighs as support to slide down his length slowly, angling yourself so he perfectly hits the sweet spot within you as you move your hips up and down. He whimpers at the new position, holding back his own moans that threaten to spill out.
âYou forget your place, Ser RaymunâŚâ You whisper firmly while looking down into his pathetic eyes, which are desperately trying to stay open through the pleasure. You reach one hand out to grab at his chestnut locks again, pulling him up to be closer to you.
âYouâre mine. Raymun. Not the other way around.â You remind him before kissing him, tongue and teeth clashing into each other.
You feel him twitch inside of you. He wonât last long like this, both of you know that yet neither of you slow down, especially as you feel your own ecstasy coming to its peak the more you continue your ministrations.
As your pleasure builds you start to slow down, movements turning sluggish. Raymun picks up the pace by thrusting upwards, bouncing you on top of him. His hand moves to your bundle of nerves and presses down firmly, his other quickly cupping over your mouth as you let a particularly loud moan that echos in Raymunâs chambers.
âNot too loud now, princess.â He warns as he starts to slowly rub his thumb in circles. The feeling from it is so vulgar and intense that you can do nothing else but let out muffled whines into your kingsguardâs hand.
âCum for me.â He speaks your name with authority, like heâs giving you an order you must obey; your body listens. The tightening within your stomach snaps and you feel yourself start to shake. A wet, lovely feeling gushing from between your legs and onto Raymunâs thighs below you.
Raymun bites his lip and his thrusts start to become inconsistent. He pushes in deep one last time before pulling himself from you, spilling all over your stomach and hip.
Breathing heavily, Raymun finally removes his hand over your mouth and lightly taps at your cheek for your attention; his other hand supporting you from collapsing on top of him.
In your haze you look towards him, he is a sweaty mess, just as you are. His hair is disheveled and you find that it frames his face oddly but in a way that still suits him. As you look him over, Raymunâs face breaks out in his usual annoying, smug grin.
âYou came all this way just for me, huh princess?â He questions humorously, his hand moving to push hair away from your face, then moving to cradle the side of your face lovingly.
Looking into his sweet brown eyes you canât help but giggle in response and scrunch up your face at him, flopping down next to him in his cot. He lets out a laugh himself, moving to lay next to you comfortably.
âYouâre impossible princess.â He whispers to you, his head now facing closely with yours as you let your limbs tangle together.
âI know.â You whisper back fondly as you lace your hands into his.
You need to leave. You have been gone long enough and you are sure your noises may have attracted some attention outside his chambers but in this moment of lying next to Raymun, you feel a warmth in your chest that you cannot find anywhere else in the Keep. In his presence, you feel comfortable, safe, and seen.
A ghost of a shiver rolls over your naked body and Raymun moves to cover you within the sheets. His bedding is made of a rough cotton both scratchy and worn. You would never even touch a hand towel with such low quality, yet sharing these sheets with Raymun gives you a fonder perspective of the experience. Moments with Raymun are exhilarating and fun because your encounters are shrouded in secrecy but you are also finding that the simplicity in his nature draws you in closer like a moth to a flame; ânormalcyâ being a concept you can never truly grasp being a princess of the realm.
You allow yourself a moment to forget being a princess, to forget the importance of hiding your relations with your kingsguard and choose to lay with Raymun a little longer than you should. You share stories and ideas under candlelight, finding humor in little things and sadness in others. You find that the more time you spend together like this, the more your relationship grows from being an exciting fling to something scarier and deeper, something neither of you can have.
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im not sure if this is my best work but i am trying to practice my nsfw writing
