You’re wed to Cregan Stark but he’s sick of the “weak” customs of the South
C.W. Rough sex, creampie, established relationship, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, dumbification, pet play if you squint
To my irl friends - don’t read this
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The ruckus of the Great hall slowly fades as Cregan makes his way down the hall to his bed chambers. You’d already gone to bed before so either you’d be asleep or awake and awaiting him so they could fulfil their duty.
It was boring and unpleasant, something that was killing Cregan. He would never go to someone else, especially not with her honour on the line as well as his families. But gods, these southron ways were driving him mad.
All tender touches and awkward glances.
No. This was not the northern way at all. But you weren’t northern. You were still bothered tremendously by the cold so Cregan tried not to push you.
But when he opened the doors to his chambers and found himself repeating the same act, he snapped.
In the blink of an eye you’d gone from facing him, both your eyes bored as they tried to find something to look at to avoid eachothers gaze. But the next moment your face was pushed into the pillows, hips being tugged high by his hands.
“I’m sick of your feeble traditions made by weak lords for fragile ladies.” He whispered into your ear.
“Tonight we fuck, like northerners.” He nipped at your lobe, the only warning you got before he notched himself at your entrance and pushing in—causing you to groan.
His pace only quickens, growing rougher by the minute. But you couldn’t find it in you to complain. You’d finally experience an overwhelming pleasure in your marital bed and it was sending you over the edge to a swift climax.
“It’s alright, wife. Let go. I’ve got you.” He said roughly, his breath quickening as sighs turned to groans.
As the blinding pleasure begins to fade from your vision and your hips shake with overstimulation, you cry out to get him to stop, or atleast slow his pounding.
“Mmnn… Cre-Cregan, please… s-slow… too m-much…”
“Aww, my poor little wife, ready to tap out when I’ve barely begun. Come on, you can do better than this.” He tsks, winding a hand around my waist until he finds my slick, toying with my clit.
“Please what? Make that pretty cunt come again? Have you clench around me until you can’t think about anything other than how good this cock makes you feel?” He brings me right to the edge, the time it’s taking me to get there having been embarrassingly quick both times.
“Or would you like me to stop?” His cruel fingers retract from my clit, sliding back around my waist to push my back into a further arch as he slows—fully immobilising me.
“NO! No, please… don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He laughs at my begging, still going agonisingly slow.
“Please, Cregan. Husband, I beg. I need… need more. Wan’ more.”
“Look at you, begging so prettily. But I don’t know if you can take it. You could barely handle one.”
“I can! I can take it. Want it so bad. Want your seed so bad.”
“Want me to fill up this tight cunt? Breed you and have you swell with my pups? Show all of Westeros that you’re mine?”
“Yes… please…” I practically whine which grants me another chuckle. But he seems to take mercy on me because his thrusts deepen and his hand returns to my sopping cunt, the squelches filling the room alongside the slapping of our hips together.
I hold out longer this time but only because his thrusts grow sloppy and his deep breaths begin sounding awfully close to whimpers.
“You want me to fill you?” I nod, reaching my hand back which he takes and entwines with his. “Join me. Come with me, my beautiful wife, come…”
And, like I’ve done all night, I do as he says. My walls clench around his as my eyes roll, milking his hard cock.
It takes barely any time before he joins me, spurting his hot cum into me, coating my walls with seed that we hope will stick.
As his climax begins to subside, he lies forward onto my back, holding me close and breathing into my shoulder.
Pressing kisses and soft praises into the sweat sheened skin, he slowly rolls us over. Still holding me tight as catch our breath and let sleep pull us under.
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A.N. Hope the smut wasn’t horrific and you enjoyed Cregan leaning into the wolfish part of the Stark’s
