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King John prancing about like a prideful peacock because he knocked you up; shows you off like a pretty new ring to everyone like, "Look everyone! Look what I made!"

But he's just a big ole pushover when it's just the two of you and he may or may not like being bossed around in bed by you because he just wants to hear you call him a good boy 🥺

Ahhhhh!! I have been thinking about this for weeks. 👀👀👀

Have My Way

King John x pregnant!afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You have the King wrapped around your little finger. (And on his knees.)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, reader is pregnant, pet names, the King being a dramatic ass as usual (and a simp!), talk of certain views being 'old fashioned' - these are forward, modern thinking medieval people pals!, oral sex (both recieivng), masturbation , fingering, p in v sex, cream pie, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2409

The King has not left your side all night; in fact his hand has not physically left your side. Seemingly glued to your hip as he walked around the hall with you, talking and greeting the courtiers.

Part of you wanted to chastise him, just a little bit. You were barely showing, but still it was all he could talk about. However the pure happiness on his face made your heart ache, the way he puffed out his chest ever so slightly whenever anyone congratulated both of you.

That had also been something you had had to pull him to the side about, when Lord Averst had congratulated the King first on the upcoming baby you were sure you were going to have to stop a fight. The absolute storm cloud that came over the King’s face would have been comical if it had been you teasing him.

You’d smoothed it over and dragged him away.

“How dare he ignore you.” John hissed.

“He wasn’t ignoring me, he was just congratulating us.”

“He spoke to me first. Not you.”

You’d squeezed his hand. “You’re the King, of course he’s going to congratulate you first.”

He’s frowned. “I’m going to put a new decree out, everyone must congratulate you first. You’re the one carrying our child.”

“John,” You soothed. You know he knew he was being silly. You kiss his cheek. “They are just trying to be polite… I’m sure other Kings would take offence if they weren’t spoken to first.”

“Well, I’m not other Kings. I’m their King.” He pressed his forehead against you. “They should all know how much I love you.”

The other issue had arisen when the Earl of Ettering had touched your stomach and said, “Let us pray to god for a boy.”

The King tensed a millisecond before he spoke, anger seething. “Let us pray for a healthy child.”

The Earl had nodded, not quite understanding the King’s sudden ire.

You had smiled and pulled him again to the side. “Your Highness-”

“He touched you.”

“You Highness-”

“It is bad luck to pray or wish for a boy, everyone knows that.”

“Your Highness-”

“Practically throwing curses at you and-”

“My love.” You say sternly, your voice hushed and lips close to his ear.

He shivers and stops, looking at you with soft, apologetic eyes.

“Calm yourself.” You stroke his cheek, running your fingers over his beard. “Praying for a boy isn’t bad luck in every part of the country.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t give him a chance.

“And the Earl isn’t throwing curses at me.” You smile.

Some of the tension leaves his shoulders. “I know, my love.” He takes your hands in his and kisses your fingers. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, you’re allowed to be…”

“Protective?”

You grin. “I was going to say panicked.”

He scowls playfully and you giggle.

“Fine,” He says after a moment, his hand on your waist and holding you close. “He still touched you though, without asking your permission.”

“Here.” You take hold of his hand and place it on your stomach, letting the warmth of his palm radiate outwards. “Now your touch is there instead.” While you didn’t particularly like people touching you without your say so, the Earl was elderly and still held times past values. Plus, the few times you had spoken with him before he had been nothing but kind, grandfatherly in his manner. And you were sure he met no ill will or offence.

The King's expression softens. Gently he leans his forehead to yours, relaxing into your embrace as you place your arm around him, lightly stroking the nape of his neck with your fingers.

The rest of the night goes smoothly. Though the King does start to check in often, his voice light and gentle. But you can tell he is worried that the long evening is making you tired.

You are thankful when you both head back to your rooms, the weight of any social gathering is always a little difficult for you to bear.

He kisses your cheek softly the second you are alone, guiding you towards the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth. Your hands in his, he runs his thumbs over your skin as he captures your lips, moaning happily when you reciprocate.

“Every day, I am surprised by your affection.” He mutters, his voice weak.

“Your Highness?” You smile, moving back a fraction to look at him.

“That you care for me.” He explains.

“I love you.” You stress softly and he beams, never getting tired of hearing you say it.

“That you love me, that I love you and my love is returned.”

“You are silly.” You stroke his cheek, playing lightly with the edge of his curls. He presses his face into your palm.

“How dare you call your King silly.” He grins, his eyes closed.

“I will only ever be honest with you.” You tease.

He cracks open an eye to watch you, revelling in your gentle ridicule. “I am still honoured by your love.”

“You’re very lovable.”

He snorts. “I am sure there are many, many people who would disagree with you.”

You set your shoulders, “Well, let them try.”

He giggles and kisses you gently, moaning when you move your lips down and suck at his pulse point. He tenses, his fingers digging into your arms.

“My love…” He groans, quickly becoming lost in the feel of your tongue against his skin. “We don’t have to…”

“Shh,” you move back the smallest fraction, just enough space to let the sound out before you go back to sucking a love bite into his neck.

You snake your hand down, palming his heavy erection and smiling at the little whimper he gifts you with.

“Be a good boy,” you pause and bite back your grin when he groans loudly, “and lay down by the fire so I can have my way with you.”

You have never seen him move so quickly, practically jumping to the floor and the soft fur rug. You giggle and he smiles, sitting up and holding your hand. You think, at first, that he is going to help you into his lap. But instead he presses his left hand to the small of your back, urging your core closer to his face.

“Your Highness?” You smile.

“Hmm, let me taste you, my love, please?” He looks up at you with large, lust blown eyes, his expression so soft and sweet it would be impossible to deny him.

You don’t answer straight away, but he must see a small micro expression in your face that you don’t realise you gave. He quickly hikes up your dress skirts and dives underneath them.

You laugh at his haste and then gasp as he buries his face into your cunt, moving all obsitcals out of his way so that he can stroke your clit with his warm, wet tounge.

He groans softly at your taste, moving closer and gently urging your legs a little further apart. Softly, he sucks your clit into his mouth as he runs his right hand up your inner thigh, just teasing at your enterance before he gently pushes two fingers inside.

You gasp, moaning and rocking lightly against him. Music to his ears.

His fingers are thick, calloused by sword practice in the most perfect ways. By now he’s become attuned with your body, knowing exactly how to stroke slowly, how to twist and curl to get you used to the stretch. How to suck on your bundle of nerves to get you writhing and bucking into his mouth.

Your thighs tense. Pleasure coiling tightly in your lower belly, the spark of excitement quickly burning into a scorching flame. You bite your lip. His steady and sure touches are good, very good. But tonight you want something different.

You gather up your skirts just enough so that you can push him back away from your core. He looks up at you in question, the bottom half of his face shining. “My love?”

“Lay back.” Your voice is firm, leaving little room for argument.

Not that he wants to. He obeys you without a second thought, laying onto his back on the fur. The firelight dances across his face, casting beautiful patterns.

“Take out your cock.” You nod your head upwards as you speak.

Quickly his hands fly to his trousers, unlacing them in a rush so that his hard cock springs free. He swallows, biting his lip, but doesn’t touch himself without your say so.

“Make yourself ready for me.”

He groans, his eyes beseeching. He spits into his palm before he takes himself in hand, groaning as he pumps himself up and down. It only takes him a moment to lose himself in the sensation. His eyes fluttering closed, his hips bucking shallowly as he rocks up.

His other hand loosens his trousers even more so he can palm his balls, kneading them eagerly as you watch.

He moans your name breathily, his back arching off the floor ever so slightly.

“You’re going so well.” You mutter and his eyes snap open, gazing at you imploringly.

“Please, my love.” He gasps as he focuses on his cockhead, he darts out his tounge to wet his lips.

“Please, what?”

“Please come and sit on me, pull my hair, call me a, a…”

“A?” You raise an eyebrow at him expectantly.

“Good boy.” He breathes.

You smile, getting to your knees in front of him. “You are a good boy, aren’t you?”

He groans and nods desperately.

Slowly, you stroke your hands up his legs, spreading his thighs wide. He gasps, and moves with you instinctively letting them fall apart.

You dip your head down, roaming your fingers along his hips and cock before you take him in your mouth. The King moves his hands away instantly, letting you take over.

He throws his head back as you suck his head past your lips, moaning loudly and swearing under his breath. His heart hammers in his chest, makes the thick vein in his neck stand out.

You bob your head shallowly, taking him deeper and deeper with each swallow.

“My love, my sweet, I…” He squirms a little, forcing his hips to stay on the floor and not buck up with the tanterlising heat of your mouth. “Please, please, let me… come here and take your pleasure from me?”

You pull back slowly, opening your eyes to look into his. You stroke him slowly, smearing your saliva along his thick length. “What do you want?”

He bites his lip. “For you to sit on me and come on my cock.”

You smile and nod, “As my King wishes.”

A shiver of excitement runs through his body, both in anticipation of being inside you and for whenever you say ‘my King’.

He takes hold of your hips, helping you to sit in his lap and out of your clothing.

When you raise yourself up and take his length in your hand he hisses, biting his lip and watching intently as you line yourself up to take him.

He spreads his hand across your stomach, the slight bump, and positions his thumb on your clit.

You sigh softly as you ease down onto him, trying to relax as he splits you open. His head breaches after a moment of resistance, your slick helping to ease him inside.

He gulps loudly, groaning under the strain of holding himself back. Pleasure has already twisted so tightly at the base of his spine, making him lightheaded and drunk for the smallest touch. Eagerly he rubs your clit, soft slow cirles at first that he knows will make your legs shake.

You moan and drop down faster, desperate to take all of him to ease your ache.

“My love,” he pants, watching your face with such dedication. “Ah, you are doing so well, taking all of me. Doing so well for your King.” He groans as he bottoms out, his cock finally sheathed inside.

You rock back and forth slowly, adjusting to his size before you rise up a fraction and begin to truely move. You pant, leaning back so you can change the angle, and then gasping as he thrusts up, hitting that perfect spot inside head on.

“Fuck.” He bites his lip, pushing down his own rush of pleasure as he focuses all his energy on repeating the action, of making you fall apart. “That’s it,” he breathes, “that’s it… fuck, doing so well, my love, taking me so, so well.”

You swallow, putting your left hand behind you for balance and squeezing his thigh. The sound of your lovemaking echoes around the room, your slick coating his cock as the slap of skin against skin rings out.

Part of you wonders if the guards can hear, outside your rooms at their posts. If you cries reach them, if they know how good the Kind fucks you. The thought makes you want to scream louder.

He moves faster, his hips starting to lose their rhythm as he nears his peak. “Fuck, my sweet. Too good, too perfect, you were made to take his cock, made to come for me,” he growls. “This is where you’re meant to be, always, here, full of me,” he gasps as you tense around him. He presses firmer against your clit. So desperate for you to milk his cock. “I love you,” his muscles tense.

You gasp, his words throwing you over the edge. You come against him hard, your release coating his cock as you thrust, forcing him as deep as he can go. Pleasure swallows you whole, makes you cry out his name in your bliss.

He comes a second later, practically snarling as he pumps load after load inside you. Your walls squeezing him for every last drop.

“Fuck,” he pants, using the last of his energy to wrap you in his arms and then pull you down against his chest. He kisses your forehead.

It’s so warm in his embrace, safe. The rapid beating of his heart slowing to a gentle beat.

“I need to apologoise, Your HIghness.” You say as seriously as you can.

You feel his arms tighten around you, confusion in his voice. “What?”

“I did not pull your hair.”

He snorts, and then breaks into a chuckle. “Next time, my love, next time.”

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 3 months ago

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Blue Blood and Rain [11] - Bonus

King John x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Set a few months after the main story. The King comforts you when you're on your period.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Kisses, pet names, period sex, p in v sex, cream pie, fingering, overuse of italics, power dynamics because he's the king, I have totally made up servant/noble dynamics because I wanted to, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 3405

You lay crouched up on your side in bed, your face buried into your pillow. Isabella had kindly warmed a metal bar in boiling water before wrapping it many times in fabric for you to press against your stomach, as well as bringing you a bitter tasting tea that she said helped with period pains.

You weren’t sure if it really did, but you’d take any help that you could at this point. You bite back a groan as a cramp pushes its blade deep into your belly.

The door opens, the sound far away in your hazy pain half sleep state.

“My love?” The King’s hand is soothing as he strokes your arm, his voice soft. He kisses your temple when you murmur a reply.

You had told him this morning to go about his duties as normal, practically begged him while you said that there was no cause for alarm or worry.

He had promptly ignored you and fetched the medicine women who were currently housed in the castle. It had amused you the first time you had found out that the King was wary of doctors. He had nearly died as a child, recalling how the continuous blood lettings and leeches had only made him weaker and weaker. How their sneering faces still leered at him in his nightmares.

It had been a medicine woman, brought to the castle as a last ditch attempt by his mother, who had given him herbs and poultice that finally broke the fever. It was now customary for several medicine women to be at the castle at once, training others and visiting villages up and down the country.

They had talked to the King gently, reassuring him that you were not at death’s door.

“You should be at your meetings.” You say quietly, half mumbling.

He walks around to climb onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arm over your side to cover your hand and helping to press the heat against your stomach as he hugs you. He kisses the back of your neck.

“I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“I do not like to see you in pain.”

“I’m sorry.”

He scoffs. “Do not be. This is not your fault.”

“It is… a little. It is my body, is it not?”

He tuts, shaking his head and kissing your shoulder. “Do not say such foolish things.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “I don’t want to disrupt your day, Your Highness.”

“A King can do what he wants, and what I want is to lay with you.” He gives you a light squeeze. “If you’ll allow it.”

You smile weakly. “I allow it.”

You drift off into a weak, feverish sleep for a short while until you are rudely awakened by another tight grind of pain. You flinch, screwing up your face.

The King tightens his arm, curling his body closer to you as if he can shield you from your own body.

“Are you alright?” He asks gently.

You nod. “I am.”

He swallows, propping himself up a little so that he can see your face. “The wise women spoke with me about ways to help ease your discomfort.” He strokes your arm. “Later, or when you feel ready, a warm bath and some poppy tea?”

You turn onto your back so that you can look at him.

He strokes your cheek lovingly, his eyes soft.

“You’re too kind to me, Your Highness.”

He tuts again, but it’s good natured. “I wish I could rid you of this pain instantly.” Gently, as if you were so easily breakable, he leans down and kisses the tip of your nose before nuzzling against it with his own.

You grin, wrapping one arm around his neck and pull him to your lips. He kisses you lazily, licking into your mouth with a syrupy slowness that has you inching closer.

His hand slides to your hip, squeezing lightly as you urge him nearer, eagerly stroking his tongue with your own.

He hums happily, his warm breath from his nose hitting your cheek, and groaning when you nibble on his bottom lip.

“Hmm, my love.” He sighs, his eyes closed, his eyelashes fluttering and kissing his cheeks. He kisses you again, slow and desperate.

You can’t help but shift closer, moving your legs apart a little. Part of you wants him between them, to grind against him wantonly. Your cunt twitches, throbbing lightly at the thought as a spark of arousal settles in your bones.

He groans softly as you kiss him fiercely, settling on top of you.

You tug a little on his shirt. Maybe he could, could just rub against you. You shake your head slightly, he wouldn’t want that, you shouldn't want… Despite the ache of pain in your lower stomach, the thought is nonetheless inviting. Soothing almost.

The semi hard outline of his cock brushes against your thigh and he moans before cutting himself off and pulling back from your lips.

“I’m sorry, my love.” He breathes hard, his lips flushed and eyes still closed. “I do not mean to force my wants onto you-”

“Please?” You widen your legs, tug lightly on his shoulders, your body begging for him before you even have a chance to get a hold of yourself.

He opens his eyes wide, and you mistake his look of surprise for one of outrage.

“I’m sorry,” Your blurt out, your words running together. “I don’t mean-”

Without warning his lips are back on yours, kissing greedily as he runs his hands down your slides and gently kneads your inner thighs. He urges you wider, truly settling between your legs. He grinds his erection against your core, experimentally at first, his movements soft and light but quickly becoming harder when you groan against his lip and buck up to meet him.

“My love, my love,” He mutters into your mouth, drinking down your responses and sighs. “Let me… let me make love to you.” He moans, his voice dark and desperate. The richness of it runs along your veins, setting your skin alight.

“You want that?” You manage to breathe as he kisses your jaw and neck, pressing his lips and tongue to the fading love bites that litter your skin.

He growls, a shiver running through him. “So, so much. But only if you want it.”

You nod hazily, gasping as he palms your breast and flicks his thumb over your pebbling nipple. “I want it.”

“Fuck.” He kisses you again, robbing the air from your lungs. “The wise women told me sometimes it helps to ease monthly pain,” he tries to sit up, fighting his own body’s urge to stay as close to you as possible, as he pulls off his shirt. “And since then, I must confess, the thought has not left my mind.”

You run your hands along his chest, and he preens, arching into your touch. His skin is on fire under your fingers, begging for the soothing touch of your caress.

“Not that I came here to force you to-”

“You do not force me to do anything, Your Highness. I want you.”

He groans, his eyes rolling back when you scrape your thumbnails across his chest, catching his nipples. He shivers, letting out the smallest sound.

“It will be messy.” You say, uncertainly.

“God, I hope so.” He kisses you again eagerly, his tongue pillaging your mouth. He pulls up your nightdress, raking it up around your waist.

“Have you ever… before, with someone at this time?” You look up at him hesitantly, a small growing knot of worry in your chest is starting to outshine your arousal. What if he hates it? What if-

He shakes his head. “Never.” The look he gives you makes you weak. How his lips are parted, how dilated his eyes are. It’s like you're staring at the sun.

“We can stop at any time, my love. You say the word.”

“You as well.” You say firmly. “You want to stop, you say.” He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it. “I will, I promise.” He kisses your wrist, pressing his lips to the soft skin along your arm. His beard scrapes pleasantly, the sensation zinging along your nerves.

He helps you out of your nightdress slowly, easing it off you and groaning with each inch of skin that is revealed to him, as if he hadn’t seen you bare countless times before.

The look in his eyes is greedy, so needy, and it makes you light headed, almost dizzy to be wanted that badly. But he takes his time, urging you back onto the mattress and lightly kissing your throat, your collarbone, inching his lips down to your breasts as he settles between your legs.

His weight is comforting, familiar and secure and exciting. A thrill you still relish each chance you get.

Lightly, he presses his face to your chest, reaching up to palm your breast as he kisses your sternum softly. He nuzzles the side of your right breast, groaning as he trails his tongue over your skin and then laps at your nipple.

Without thinking, you sink your hand into his hair, pulling lightly at his curls, just how you know he likes. He smiles against you, flicking his tongue and then sucking eagerly.

You gasp, wriggling under him and pressing yourself closer to the sweet heat of his mouth. He groans louder, looking up at you with dark, lust blown eyes as he sucks gently, being careful not to overstimulate you in your sensitive state.

“Your Highness,” You whine, bucking up weakly against him, and he moans loudly, gulping as he closes his eyes to get a hold of himself.

He slips his right hand down your stomach slowly to press at your core through your undergarments firmly.

You swallow, your body jolting slightly as he brushes against your clit, the sensation sparking up your spine despite the layers of cloth that should dull it.

“May I take these off?” He asks, trying to keep his voice light and sweet despite how his cock throbs between his legs.

You nod, a little shly and he groans again, pressing his forehead into your breast for a moment.

“My love, please, you will make me come untouched with that look.”

You giggle and stroke his hair. “What look?”

He tuts playfully, lifting his head just enough to give you a glare. “You know which one.”

“I do not.” You try to suppress your laughter fruitlessly.

“Lies.” He pokes out his tongue and then kisses your chest repeatedly. “You look too sweet, you look too wanton, you look too delicious.”

You snort.

“You doubt your King?”

“I do.”

He fake gasps and sits up on his knees. “This outrage, I will not stand for it.”

“No?”

“No.” He shakes his head dramatically, trying and failing to hide his smile. “You simply must make it up to me.”

You grin. “With my mouth on you?”

He gives you a soft look, but shakes his head. “No, my sweetest thing,” he slowly pulls down your undergarments, lifting your hips and then your legs gently, “By coming for me.”

He swallows, running his warm hands up your legs and squeezing your inner thighs deliciously.

You moan softly, your back instinctively arching. Lightly, he urges your legs further apart, groaning low in his chest when he sees arousal mixed with your blood.

Oh so gently, he traces your outer lips with his fingers, barely skimming over your skin. He ghosts around your clit, pressing close but never quite where you need before rubbing your thighs again.

You swallow, the sound painfully loud as you try to control your rapid breathing.

He smiles, but does not tear his eyes away from your core. Slightly firmer this time, he caresses just around your clit. His touch is sure, precise, and your body bucks a little no matter how you try to stop it.

He never quite touches where you need, a fraction away from the source of your ache. It burns under your skin, building and growing, as wetness seeps out of you.

“Your Highness,” you start, unable to take anymore, but he grins wickedly, his eyes darting up to meet yours as he sinks two fingers inside agonisingly slowly at the same moment he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit.

Your gasp, a small whine breaking past your lips as he stretches you so wonderfully, as his thumb rocks against you in a maddening, alternating pressure that has you grabbing the bedsheets for dear life.

“There we are.” He groans, grinning and biting his lip as he moves his hand painfully slowly, revelling in how your breathing hitches and how your pussy clutches hold of him and tries to drag him deeper. “How does it feel?”

“Good.” You sob, pressing your head back against the pillow. “So good.”

He hums in satisfaction, stroking in and out. He watches your face eagerly as he kneels between your legs, glancing down to see your slick and blood smeared across his fingers as he pleasures you. The slight makes him groan, makes his cock throb even more for attention.

“I want you to feel good every second of every day,” he mutters, his voice thick. “It’s my duty to fight any pain that dares to touch you.”

Part of you hears him, but most of you is too lost in the feeling of his thick fingers. How he pushes and glides, the stretch burning away the dull ache of your cycle, the pressure on your clit making your blood sing and shiver.

“Please,” you whimper, but you’re not sure what you’re begging for.

He leans closer, bending forward on his knees to watch you with lidded eyes. “Anything, everything. All for you.”

“I want, I want you to…” You swallow, grinding down onto him and mewling when he presses firmly, your thighs shaking.

“Anything.” He repeats, gazing at you with the most love sick expression.

“Please, I want you to be completely inside,” you moan as he strokes perfectly, the pleasure almost agonising. “I want to feel you…”

“You want my cock?”

“I need your cock.” You sob and he groans, grinning.

“As my Lady needs.” He moves swiftly, putting his fingers from you with a practically obscene sound. He undoes his trousers quickly with his left hand, groaning when the pressure of the material finally eases off his aching cock.

He pumps himself twice with his right hand, smearing your blood and slick along his length before he lines himself up with your trance.

“Ready?” He raises an eyebrow at you teasingly.

You pull at his curls with one hand and his shoulder with the other, “Your Highness.” You say sternly and he chuckles.

“Of course, my love, of course.” He kisses you sweetly as he pushes inside, a low moan rumbling through his chest as your pussy flutters and squeezes the tip of his cock.

You gasp into his mouth, widening your legs and angling your hips to help him sink deeper.

The stretch is wonderful, soothing and overshadowing the ache of your pain.

The King groans your name, pressing his forehead against yours as he bottoms out. “God, you're holding me so tight,” he rocks gently, barely pulling out but rolling his hips hypnotically as he watches your face intently.

The dark patch of curls between his legs rubs against your clit and you whine, your body trembling.

He grins, his eyes lighting up. With every buck he adjusts the angle slightly, stroking the tip of his cock against your fluttering walls until your steady moan becomes a gasp and your grasp on his biceps tighten.

He hums, satisfied, focusing utterly on caressing the same spot again and again.

You shake, almost trying to squirm away from the deep current of pleasure that’s building and pulsing at the heart of you. Your breath catches in your throat, your cries growing in pitch as he utterly destroys you, taking you apart piece by piece.

“That’s it…” He breathes heavily, groaning with each roll and thrust. He can feel his end fast approaching, the sensation building and building in his lower spine, and so ready to explode at any given moment. “That’s it, my love.”

He swallows hard as he fights and loses against the urge to pick up the pace, to fuck you harder. This is meant to be for your pleasure, to help you. But he just can’t help himself, his body betraying him as he loses himself in the feel of you.

You’re so close, the sweetness of it is already on your tongue. You rock up to meet his thrusts, holding onto him for dear life.

He can’t help but glance down to where you’re both connected, his eyes rolling back at the sight. The sound that rumbles through his chest is primal, animalistic as he watches your arousal and blood coat his cock as he bullies it in and out of you.

“You take me so well,” he gasps, one hand squeezing your thigh, spreading you wider. “You- You’re too good for me.” He swallows, his stomach tightening. “I’m, I’m,” he bites his lip, trying in vain to hold back from the pleasure that is draining his will. “God, please, let me come in you.” He closes his eyes, a high pitched whine leaving his lips.

You moan loudly, his words pushing you over the edge. You come hard on his cock, pulsing and writhing under him as you sob his name. Your hands squeeze his arms, your left leg hooking around his hips to keep him inside.

He gasps, his thrust stuttering as he swears loudly and comes inside you hot and thick, moaning and whimpering as your walls flutter and pulse and suck him so deep.

He doesn’t mean to collapse against you, practically pinning you to the bed, but all his energy seems to leave him in an instant.

A half mumbled apology leaves his lips, but you cut him off, kissing his temple and wrapping your arms around him, keeping him close.

You breathe hard, your heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

“I’m sure we’ve made such a mess.” You mutter, but you’re too exhausted to do anything about it at the moment.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbles into your neck. “I’ll get up in a moment, ask for a bath to be run for us both to enjoy while the bed is changed.”

“I should-”

“You should do nothing but relax.” He raises his head a fraction to give you a soft look and smile. “Obey your King.”

You giggle. “Yes, Your Highness.”

He groans softly, his cock twitching in your heat. “Maybe give me a few minutes, and we can continue once more before the bath?”

You laugh louder at the purposefully cheeky look he gives you.

“Is that an order?” You smile.

But he shakes his head instantly, despite the playful expression on his face. “Never.”

“Well, I agree to it anyway.”

Gently, he strokes your cheek before he kisses you lightly. “How are you feeling?”

You nod. “Better.”

“Good.”

“Though, I fear I might have to have the King’s cock in me all week to help ease the pain.”

“Ahh, what a chore.” He puts his hand to his head dramatically. “Needs must, I suppose.” His grin widens when you giggle again.

“Is it…” He pauses, “I hope you did not feel like you had to…”

“Had to?”

“Had to let me,” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I did not talk with you beforehand about coming inside, I’m sorry, I became caught up and-”

You kiss him quickly to cut off his words, only breaking away to rub your nose soothingly against his. “You asked, I wanted it too.”

“Hmm,” he smiles. “You did?”

You nod, and he puffs his chest out a little.

“I know it is normally safe to do so during this time…” He strokes your neck absentmindedly, tracing your collarbone lightly. “But it is not… foolproof…”

“I have no objections either way.” You say a little shyly, but the blindingly soft look he gives you washes any worry away.

“You do not?”

You shake your head, and he beams. “I love you so much,” softly, he licks into your mouth. “So very, very much.”

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