i am afraid of nothing .

this goes out to @xuanoir … love u baddie

the love you had for valarr was strong.

the sweet tingling friction of fabric against fabric ignites in your core, swirling all the way up through your body and leaving you pliant against valarr’s hold. propped on the bed and against the stone wall of your chamber, valarr holds you tight as he ruts his clothed cock up into your own covered centre. the eye contact is intense, valarr’s mismatched gaze penetrating your own.

“oh, my love. you feel so good.” valarr basically whimpers, hands splayed up your back as he continues his ministrations. his fingers are tangled in the end of your hair, twirling the strands with deft movements as you both continue to rub against each other, feeling the rhythm of your actions.

a moan slips from your lips as valarr hits that certain spot that makes you see stars, leaving your back arching into his body with slick precision. it was all very innocent with valarr; the way he touched you outside of your chamber, his precise and practiced cheek and forehead kisses when people were around. it always made you feel more hot and tingly when you were alone with him, his movements becoming more urgent and emphasized when it was just the two of you.

each motion of your hips left the both of you mewling in synchronization. valarr, who was usually well composed, was completely falling apart underneath you. the shift you wore did little to cover your core, and the sensation of valarr’s trousers against your nearly bare centre left you a moaning mess.

valarr didn’t stop his actions, the two of you rubbing against each other like cats until the sun came over the horizon, dawn breaking over kings landing. the two of you didn’t leave your chamber for the rest of the day, valarr going from whimpering underneath you to over top of you, mouth ducking your skin as he rutted into you fervently.