pairing: baelor x lannister!reader
a continuation of this (can be read alone though!)
synopsis: your wedding feast has just ended, and you are, of course expected to complete your duty, just not expected to the way it was approached
mdni!! 18+ smut | established relationship | angst | p in v | licking (f) receiving | slight fluff at the end (my first attempt at writing smut. idk how to feel abt it. tell me what you think!)
your fingers dug into the silk of your father’s doublet, biting back the never-ending quiver of your body. your maiden cloak rested heavy upon your shoulders, two lions intertwining at its center, deep crimson that matched your gown, gold thread glimmering at your sleeves and bodice. swallowing back the bile stuck in your throat, you let go of your father’s arm, your eyes lifting to your betrothed’s extended one. your fingers curled around it, before stepping in front of him, the septon launching into his never-ending droning of the gods.
you tried not to look at him, you really did. after last night, you loathed his mere existence. did he think he could kiss you like that and leave you wanting more? the heat of his touch tingled on your skin, beneath the heavy garments laid on you. “do you, baelor targaryen, take this woman to be your wife, keep her, honor her, and stand beside her for all your days?”
“i do,” you glance up at his mismatched gaze, already holding yours before the septon turned towards you, “do you, lady lannister, take this man to be your husband, keep him, honor him, and stand beside him for all your days,” you swallowed deeply, casting a sidelong glance to the onlooking crowd before speaking through gritted teeth, “i do,” you bit back a jolt as baelor unclasped the clasp of your maiden cloak, gently taking it off, placing a cloak of black and red on your shoulders, the targaryen sigil at its dead center.
“before the eyes of the gods and men, i now pronounce you man and wife,” the sound of clapping and hollering filled your ears, swallowing deeply, you forced your eyes towards him, yet again. inhaling sharply, you leaned up into him. he met you halfway, capturing your lips in a polite kiss, nothing like the one he’d put you through just hours ago, before pulling away, smiling and waving, scoffing quietly beneath your breath.
you were surely about to puke right now. the air reeked of sweat and roasted foods with the underlying sweetness of perfumes. the court musicians lutes and fiddles filled the echoing hall, along with the applauding, singing voices of lords and ladies. you sat beside baelor, your husband now, your eyes sliding to look at him, deep in conversation with maekar. you gritted your teeth, picking up your goblet with an unsteady hand, draining half of it with a long swallow.
you narrowed your eyes at the lingering glances of lords, returning them with a lift of your chin and a sharp glance, hearing the quiet, dreading whispers of a bedding ceremony, your gaze drifted into the eyes of the roasted pig. what have we done to got here, poor animal? bartered off of course. plucking off a ripe grape from the feast, inspecting it for a moment, popping it between your teeth, and wiping your mouth with a handkerchief
baelor stood up, his commanding presence hushing even the drunkest of the drunkards "my wife and i will depart for our chambers, there will be no bedding ceremony. i bid you a good night,"
you bit back a shaky exhale. you didn't spare a glance to your father. how could you? after he sold you off to the highest bidder? taking a quick glance at your now husband, you faltered, his gaze already trained on your every move. without taking his hand, you rose from the table, slipping behind the chairs, freezing as your wrist got caught in a rough hand. you rolled your eyes, resting them on the violet gaze that always seemed to mock you. "if my uncle does not satisfy you, my lady," aerion drawled with a smirk, "you could always slip into my chambers if you need a... helping hand, hm?" you scoff, snatching your wrist back and smirking at him.
"you think i would lower myself to a whore for likes of you when the heir of the realm is my husband? you're a foolish little boy, my prince," you turned away from his quickly, irritated face, walking down the dais, the bustling crowd parting as you made yourself through it, the heavy, hot presence of him just mere breaths away from you.
you would think you just had ran under the scorching sun in your heavy, woolen gown for ten minutes straight the way your heart was beating, but no. you were stood in the middle of your marital chambers, eyes tracing the colorful tapestries put up, heavy incense trailing towards the ceiling, flickering candles giving light to the dim chambers. taking a steady breath, you gave baelor your back as you heard the unclasping of his cloak. you walked towards the vanity, admiring yourself for a moment, before taking off your heavy gold necklace with struggle. “if my girls were here, they would have gotten all this off. but no, they had to be left at casterly rock so i could adapt to here. like some rabid dog,” you hissed beneath your breath, your voice barely audible to even yourself, baelor’s voice reaching you,
“it seems as though you have learnt nothing from yesterday, wife,” you stiffened for a moment, schooling your expression before finding his eyes in the mirror facing you. you scoffed, holding his gaze, tossing your last damned ring on the vanity before standing up, walking towards him.
“so you ought to punish me then, hm?” you drawled, tilting your head, smirking at his clenched jaw. “you won’t talk to me properly? neither look at me after what you did last night? i expected honor. yet, i found very little of it,” you breathed out, turning away from him, and taking the pins out of your hair, shaking your curls out. his eyes lingered on the sway of your hips and cascading hair, as you disappeared behind the screen. “you seriously expect me to follow your commands as if i were some-some lowly servant,” you let out an amused chuckle, humming yourself a small tune as you unlaced your gown.
you didn’t hear him approaching, nor did you feel his presence as you usually did until his hand grasped the back of your neck, your entire body moving to his command. you gasped before your lips turned into a wide sneer, letting out a string of curses before his lips smashed into yours. wrapping your arms around his neck, you tugged at the small, greying hairs at the back of it. your eyes shut as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, hurriedly pushing your gown off your body. the gown pooled at your feet, leaving your body covered in a thin, silk shift, nipples pebbled and already poking painfully through the material.
you jolted as his hands slid beneath you, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. deepening the kiss, you nipped at his lips, roughly pulling at the buttons of his doublet, pushing it off his shoulders in haste. your eyes snapped open as you landed on your back, you sat up on your elbows, teasingly easing yourself back to the fluffy, inviting pillows rested against the bedframe, holding his gaze as he untied his breeches.
your pulse quickened rapidly as your eyes traced his form, the uneven line of dark hair trailing towards his erected cock, the faint glimmer of a scar on his right side. his lips curled into a grin, letting out a dark chuckle, “were you not mere minutes ago lashing that insolent tongue of yours at me? and now you are here, spreading your legs for me like a whore in the street of silk,” your lips trembled open as you stared at him, scoffing quietly, chest heaving rapidly. you were silenced into speechlessness, rubbing the inside of your thighs without thought.
baelor grabbed your ankles, crawling towards you, holding your gaze as he lowered himself to your thighs, nipping and licking at them, “you’re a spoiled-“ you yelped as his canines scratched your inner thighs, feeling his warm breath hover over your core. “insolent lady that acts like a petulant child if she does not get what she wishes,” he laughed quietly before his tongue plunged into you, his sharp nose bumping into your clit, a breathless gasp escaping you, fingers clenched into the sheets.
your head threw itself back as his tongue expertly worked on you, moans getting louder by the second. lifting a shaky hand to your mouth, biting back screams before he pulled away abruptly. a frown gracing your flushed face. “why did you stop,” you let out, voice trembling before mustering a scoff, sitting back on the headboard, hiding the violent shake of your thighs
his lips curled, licking your essence off his mouth before situating himself between your thighs, lining his thick girth to your dripping cunt. taking a shaky exhale, you gripped the headboard’s post, “you’re practically shaking, wife. is it fear? anticipation?” you swallowed deeply, looking at him before gasping as he buried himself into you, a pained moan escaping your lips.
he tried easing into you, he really did. but the way your gummy walls fluttered around him, you couldn’t blame him for the carnal feeling that spread through his chest. he looked at you, right then and there, head thrown back onto the headboard, pressing into it softly, fingers clenched onto the bedpost for support, your pained moans turning into ones of pleasures quite quickly. “please,” you breathed, tears pricking your eyes.
“please what?” he grunted, eyes trained on the lewd sight of his cock stuffing itself in and out of you, tracking them up to your breasts bouncing at his face.
“please-please make me come,” you gasped out, your fingers taking their leave from the post and curled around his bicep, your fingers digging into his tendons. you brought your face close to his, your teeth nipping at his lips, hastily catching his lips in fast departing kisses, your tongue teasingly flicking out, making him groan.
“apologize and i will,” he huffed out, stuffing his head into your neck, tongue darting out to lick your sweat-sheened skin. your mewling came to a stop, jaw tensing, eyes clenching shut before murmuring
“i’m sorry,” you could only stare at him, dazed. his eyebrow raised as he lifted himself up your neck, still grunting pausing his thrusting into you, making you whine, “please, just please-“ you gasped out.
“apologize properly, and i’ll continue,” you swallowed whatever dignity you had left, clearly speaking with a faint slur.
“i apologize for disrespecting you and your home. and your stupid maids,” you grumbled the last two words beneath your breath.
“good enough,” he growled beneath his breath, pulling out, burying himself the deepest he could, his head dropping onto your chest, letting out one lasting moan before you came in tandem, ropes of seed coating your insides. you sighed as he pulled out of you, your eyes dropping to his cum oozing out of you, mixed with a faint red, a clear sign of your lost maidehood.
your half-lidded eyes looked at him for a moment, basking in all his glory, lips parting to murmur something, before they shut, your head dropping onto your shoulder, a soft snore escaping you. he sat there for a moment, on his knees, staring at you. a sight for sore eyes, he thought. a sight where a man would stab himself in the chest twice just to catch a glimpse of.
curls stuck to your forehead and neck, coated in sweat, lips firmly shut, pulled into the adorable pout that he oh so adored, your hand that firmly squeezed his arm moments ago stuck itself there.
your head rolled onto his chest as he lifted you, finally resting you properly on the feathered pillow. positioning himself behind you, he lifted the velvety silks over the pair of you. his head found itself in the crook of your neck, pressing one last lingering kiss to your slowing pulse.
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