#might lowkey add Daemon into the mix somehow

[written-in-flowers]

Not sure if requests are still open:) If they are and you’re still willing to write more Otto smut, I would absolutely love a continuation of the young Targaryen bride pleasuring Otto (maybe secret handjobs in the presence of others riling him up for later;) Either way, love your writing style and have a great day!!

Warnings: public handjob, public sex, breast play, breast worship, LOADS of dirty talk, lots of general sexual stuff being said, facial/deep throat, bisexual!reader, female!reader.

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You'd worn the crimson and gold gown tonight. He liked the way it fell off your shoulders, revealing just enough of your collarbone and shoulders before hooking to the golden clasps of your sleeves. The small reveal of skin, coupled with the ruby and gold necklace draped across your chest, made it hard for him to look away. A Targaryen princess, you sat on the dais with your family, seats of honor at a feast. Him being on the small council, he was a seat below on the platform. He couldn't stop himself from glancing over to look at you. He cursed The Gods for making a being so beautiful that she outshines every one in the room.

The wedding of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin Strong ended, as all weddings do, with a feast. This included several different dishes, pitchers of wine and ale, lots of loud music and dancing. It was an opportunity for people to make connections, discuss topics and trends in the realm, and gossip. It is meant to be a happy occasion to celebrate the binding of two households. He sat with the small council members, listening to them mutter about the different concerns of the kingdom, while trying not to look at you too much. The last thing he needed was anyone noticing the King's Hand staring at the King's eldest daughter too long. Recently widowed, you were eligible for marriage again, but it was not something you expressed want for. Besides, Otto was old, had a daughter, and had been married once already. Neither of you wished to go through all this pageantry and foolishness all over again.

But still, he enjoyed his moments alone with you. He enjoyed the naughty, filthy things you both do in private. You did too. He knew from all the times you've sought him out.

"My Lord Hand."

He turned away from the dancers to see you standing beside him, holding two cups of wine. "Princess," he nodded, letting you take the seat opposite him, "How are you enjoying the festivities?"

"Quite well," you answered, drinking from your cup. "I'm very happy for my sister. Her and Harwin are a good match."

"Yes, both stubborn and prideful," he replied, sipping from his wine.

"But also kind-hearted and level-headed," you added. "Where is Alicent? I noticed she's not here yet."

"I'm sure she's with your father. Why?"

"Oh no reason," you leaned closer to him, and he felt something warm touch his thigh. He looked down under the table cloth to see your jeweled fingers squeeze his inner thigh. He coughed out his surprise and looked around. "I don't want to run the risk of a daughter seeing her father's cock in her step-daughter's hand."

"Y/N...Here?"

"Nobody's watching," you insisted. "Please, Otto? You didn't come to the sept this morning, and I didn't find out in the council chambers. I hope you haven't been avoiding me?"

"Never, Princess. My daughter had pregnancy complications this morning, so I was looking after her health."

"I hope everything is well now?"

He felt your hand go under his doublet and over his crotch. Your warm fingers danced over the seams covering his bulge, and lightly traced along it while he spoke.

"All well," he nodded. "The maester says it was minor and nothing to worry over."

Otto coughed when you cupped his balls and looked out to the dancers, drinking your wine and pretending nothing was happening. All the while he sat there, memorizing the feeling of your hand over his groin. His eyes fell to your chest for a moment, hoping to the gods nobody saw him, and pictured you topless. He recalled your last meeting where you let him fuck your tits again, and how pretty they looked covered in his cum.

"You're quite fond of them, aren't you?" you asked him with a smirk.

"Very fond," you could easily be talking about the children, not your gorgeous tits. "I love to see them when I can."

"If only you could..."

He began hardening against your hand. He wished you'd pull it out, and stroke him in earnest. A part of Otto wanted to tug down the rest of your dress and fondle your gorgeous breasts. He'd suck on your sweet nipples, letting them get hard in his mouth while you moaned. He'd once made you orgasm simply playing with them. His need grew hotter when you gripped the outline of his bulge and found the tip. He felt your thumb circle it tentatively. Why must you torture him so?

"What did you, um, do in the royal sept this morning, Princess?" he asked casually, forcing himself to drink more wine.

"Prayed to The Maiden that my sister's union is a happy one," you said, "And to The Mother that she has healthy children."

"The Maiden, hm?"

That meant you'd fingered yourself there. 'Mother' meant you'd taken your tits out as well. He thought of you sitting on the bench, your fingers in your cunt and your breasts exposed.

"Yes, she is the goddess of love," you said. "Hot...tight...wet...love."

You slowly untied his breeches. He glanced around to see they were alone at the table. Everyone else went off. Yet, the thought of someone possibly seeing him made him harder. What would people think of Lord Hightower getting a public handjob from the crown princess? Jealous, perhaps.

"Tell me more..."

"I started by praying to the Mother," you said, "Rubbing my nipples and pinching them the way you like." He gasped softly when your hand finally got into his pants. The tight fabric kept your hand right against his member, which wasn't a hinderance to you at all. "I licked my fingers and rolled my spit over each other, pretending it was your tongue and mouth on them instead. I put my legs on either side of the bench, using my dress as a cushion, and I guided my cunt over it...humping the bench because I couldn't ride your cock."

"Princess...Please, more."

"It felt so good, Otto," you continued. "I loved how my thin dress stuck to my wet lips, and I loved thinking about you being there, watching me do such dirty things in a holy place."

"If only I could've been there..."

"And you could watch my tits bounce."

"Did you finger it?"

"I did. I prayed to the Maiden right after, laying down on the bench and sliding my fingers over my pussy...wishing it was your dick the entire time."

"Come with me. Now."

He grabbed your hand, and quickly guided you to a door behind the dais. Nobody will noticed you'd both left. In the hallway leading to the outside, Otto immediately brought you to his lips. His cock became rock hard at the touch of your sweet mouth. Shaky hands began untying the top part of your gown, while yours fumbled with his breeches. In the darkness of one corner in the hall, Otto pushed you to the wall as he finally tugged down enough for your breasts to come out. He groaned at the sight of them hanging there, exposed and the nipples growing hard from the chilly winds. He could warm them. Otto grabbed both your breasts, and latched his lips to one of your nipples. He heard your soft mewls in every suckle, and your hand reaching back down into his pants.

"Tell me more, Princess," he grunted, feeling your cold rings on his hot member and how the contrast aroused him further, "Tell me what dirty things you did to you delicious cunt in that sept."

"I-I-I slowly started rubbing my clit, thinking of how much better your tongue would be," you said, watching Otto swirl his tongue over your nipple, "I stroked up and down." You started jerking him carefully, dragging your palm along his shaft and rubbing your thumb over his head each time. "My little lips getting wetter and wetter the longer I did it. I rubbed and rubbed, but it didn't feel like enough. I needed your cock. I wanted it so badly."

"Oh, Princess." He hand went underneath your dress, and he felt your slick sex wet his fingers. Lifting one of your legs, he started doing what you described in your story, using his fingers against your swollen clit. "How long have you been wet, darling?"

"Nearly all night," you said. "I've been trying to scratch the feeling since I got dressed for the wedding. Every time my breasts were out, I'd think about how much you love them, and how much I wished you were sucking on them-Otto, oh, Otto."

He'd stuck two of his fingers inside you. Your slutty pussy accepted him almost immediately, coating them in your juices and clenching them. He started a steady rhythm; his thumb worked your clit while his fingers went inside you.

"Not even my handmaiden and her pretty mouth could satisfy me," you breathed, moving down on his hand so his fingers went deeper. "She sometimes eats it for me when you can't. She has the sweetest tongue, and you'd love her tits."

He knew which handmaiden you spoke of. Her name was Emely. A pretty young thing with perky breasts and a round bottom, men drooled over her wherever she went. He knew Prince Daemon had the girl a few times when he visited you. Rumors whispered you'd purchased her from a brothel to curb your sexual appetite. It seems the rumors are true for once. Visions of the young woman lapping at your wet sex made him thrust up into your hand.

"You must invite her to the sept one day," he groaned into your ear, kissing the spot beneath it, "So we may all pray together."

"Does this mean my greedy lord will share me?"

"Only with another woman," he said, grabbing one of your breasts and sucking on them again. "I want to watch both of you pleasure each other before I fuck each of you. I want you both on top of me...sliding my cock between your tits until I cum all over you."

"Oh Otto, please, let's go now."

"Not now, Princess."

He wanted you to himself tonight. Lifting your dress to your waist, he kept one leg hip high while he slid his aching cock inside you. The both of you melted from the relief. Your pussy acted as a sleeve that squeezed his dick in every stroke. He kept his hands on your tits, massaging and pinching them as he charged into you. You both kept your moans low and soft as whispers while you fucked. Being in you was the best part of his day...several parts of the day. It appeared no amount of cock could fulfill your desires. He was happy to lend his services to the young, beautiful, sensual princess who was the object of his desires. In a few more pushes, Otto sensed your orgasm approaching. He started licking at your hard nipples, adding more fuel to the fire that eventually erupted into a muffled, repressed climax.

When he was close, you slipped him out of your pussy and into your mouth. Your warm lips sucked him eagerly; your hums of delight reached his tip whenever you took him in your throat. He'd cum in there. He'd make you swallow the entire load. He kept pushing until he was clawing at the wall in front of him, forcing his cock deep into your mouth as his cum shot from the tip. He heard you gulp it all down. In the dimness of torchlight, he saw his white semen on your tongue and around your lips as you sucked out the remains. From the gleam in your eyes, you were far from done with him. An appetizer to start off an unhealthy dinner course.

"I love your taste," you muttered, licking his shaft of all his cum. "I want more."

"Then let us go somewhere more private, Princess," he said, "And you can have more. Perhaps your pretty handmaiden can help."

"She'd love that."

Gods, he loved you.

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A/N: damn, we out here thirsting for this cunning, manipulative a-hole, aren't we? lol I love that this is starting to become a little series. This and the rosebud series are my favorites so far lol thanks for the request!