#tlk edward x reader smut

[valhallasubstitute]

Pleasure

Edward x F Reader

The reader teaches Edward a thing or two about pleasure

REQUEST: Can i request a *smut* with Edward from TLK?

Maybe a dane reader that absolute rock his shit like nobody before 😂 she can be Finan Or Sihtric sister maybe?! Thank you!

A/N: Evidently, I don’t think much of the English as lovers lol, I blame my first bf – Tom if you find this, thank you for the inspo. Also, if anyone’s interested in a dom reader then please let me know, I think there’s a real lack and that makes the switch in me v sad

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+. Unprotected sex – it’s the ninth century they have an excuse, you don’t. M!Sub/F!dom undertones, brief female masturbation, male receiving oral

WC: 1654

Tags: @flowers-in-your-hayr @geekandbooknerd @mariaenchanted @solinarimoon

You could honestly say you never expected things to turn out this way.

How many Danes could say they had discussed the boy King’s sex life with him? If you counted yourself then it would be three. Sihtric, your brother, and Uhtred sitting either side of you.  Add in the Irishman that started it all, the baby monk and a vaguely uncomfortable looking Lady of Mercia and the number of people looking unimpressed rises to six.

You sat around the fire; ale pouch being passed between you after another successful battle, but your good spirits were beginning to dwindle as you listen to Edward describe his other conquests.

There were more than you had expected, but you supposed his title and pretty face made it hard for young maidens to deny him. You hadn’t denied yourself the pleasure of admiring him either, long blond curls that grazed his broad shoulders, and light blue eyes, usually set in a frown. You found yourself believing his words before battle, letting his passion seep through you as you lost yourself in the sight of him, arm outstretched with a sword in hand, strong thighs gripping the saddle and a ferocity that one might overlook upon first meeting Edward.

It had the foundations of a fantasy that would have kept you warm.

The conversation moved slowly, Edward relaxing and his words becoming freer. You forced yourself back to the present, preparing yourself to hear another depressing confession.

‘The last was a girl from the camp just outside of Lundon. She was wild.’

‘Wild? Now this I can get behind.’ Finan leaned forward, a new sense of interest washing over him as Edward nodded. You had already heard of the ‘daring’ places Edward had fucked, the palace guest room, the stable, and who could forget his royal tent! Wild, you decided, was something Edward had never come across.

‘She took me out to the woods and laid herself bare before me.’ You watched the interest of the group peak, even your brother raised a brow. ‘She started touching herself.’ He motioned to his chest. ‘I’ve never seen a woman so bold. How is a man meant to control himself?’ Uhtred nodded lightly, taking the ale from a grinning Finan. ‘I laid her on the ground and had my way with her.’

Finan’s face fell. ‘That’s what you call wild? Christ have mercy.’

That was when it hit you. It wasn’t that the King was a bad lover necessarily, it was that none of what he had experience had anything to do with pleasure. Not real pleasure.

‘With respect my Lord, none of your exploits deserve the praise in which you speak of them.’

Aethelflaed’s eyes snapped to you as your words settled over the group. You watched as Edward straightened himself, his hands dusting his thighs before he looked at you. The ease was gone from his denier and for the first time that night you felt like you were speaking to the King of Wessex.

‘How so?’ His voice was calm, interest peeking out from behind his pride.

‘What you have described is the way all Saxon men are. You lie a woman on her back, slip inside – she’ll make a few noises, to hurry you up.’ You shrugged sympathetically. ‘Maybe she is feeling particularly generous, or bored, and will wrap her legs around you, pull you deeper so that she might feel something and coo in your ear a sweet encouragement. It’ll last all of five minutes before you’re lying on your back, satisfied, and she’ll tell how good you were before slipping away. Am I wrong, Aethelflaed?’

All eyes snapped to the Lady of Mercia, the way she looked down and the uncharacteristic blush on her cheeks told everyone everything they needed to know.

‘The thing is, Edward, is that you never had sex for pleasure.’ The King opened his mouth, but you kept going, ignoring the baffled looks from Saxons around you. ‘Only for release and they are not the same.’

Finan was the first to agree. ‘I like the way you think Y/N.’

‘Many men do.’ You stood as you spoke, smiling at your friends but staring pointedly at Edward before retiring to your tent.

It was around an hour later when you sense that you were not alone. In just your tunic you glanced at the dagger at your side before addressing the presence.

‘It’s not very kingly to lurk in the shadows, my lord.’

‘Your words have left an impression.’ The candlelight danced on Edwards features, and you almost missed the reservation in his steps for the soft curve of his mouth. You stood, walking towards him slowly, a small smile encouraging him. ‘After you left, I thought about the things you described, and myself in relation to them. You were right and … and I would like to experience it.’

You could sense his nerves despite the way Edward held your gaze, it was unwavering but as you circled him you noted the way his hands fidgeted behind his back.

‘Experience what my king?’ You stopped in front of him, your chest nearly brushing against his.

‘Pleasure.’

His lips crashed into yours, demanding but soft. You let yourself melt into it, tasting the ale on his tongue before pulling back completely. You laughed as Edward frowned, as a prince he was spoiled, it was clear to see, but you intended to ruin him as a king.

You lead him to the furs of your bed, telling him to sit with a light push on his chest. His eyes were already trained on you but darkened as you removed your clothing, leaving your body exposed. You took delight in how he didn’t know where to look, his eyes darting from your face to your sex with his bottom lip tugged tightly between his teeth.

You let your hands roam around your body, swaying gently till you palmed at your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers. Your eyes fixated on the growing strain in Edwards breeches as your other hand travelled south, your index finger slipping between your thighs with a gasp.

‘Y/n…’ The sound of your name on his tongue made your stomach flutter, he sounded demanding.

‘Pleasure is the pleasure of your partner.’ You moaned quietly as you slipped another finger into your heat, keeping the pace steady.

‘Show me.’ He sounded desperate.

You took your fingers from between your thighs and brought them to your lips, smiling as Edwards own lips parted in want. You moved towards him slowly, enjoying the growing sweat forming on his forehead and the way he licked his lips.  

He reached for you, but you knelt before him, your hands running up his thighs before you began untying his trousers. He lifted his hips and you focused on ridding him of the fabric before turning your attention to his erection.

It stood proudly before you, the tip red and already leaking precum. You breathed in deeply before pursing your lips and blowing cold air directly onto his member. Edward inhaled deeply, a smile coming to your lips when it jumped in response.

‘You are teasing me.’

‘I am pleasuring you.’ Edward opened his mouth to argue but the words died in his throat. Your lips wrapped around as much of him as you could fit, your hands finding the rest. You bobbed your head once, twice, flattening your tongue as you went down then curling it as you came up. Edward’s left hand bunched in the sheets, grounding himself while his right tangled itself in your hair, his grip creating a delicious burn.

Breathing through your nose you took him as deeply as you could, your throat contracting around him as your vision blurred. The way Edward moaned kept you there for longer than you had any man, quickly finding yourself obsessed with the way his eyes fluttered and his throat bobbed as he tried to hold back the noises. You only stopped when your lungs demanded it.

‘God … Please, Y/n.’

You kissed your way from his balls to his tip, giving it one last lick before kissing up the rest of his body, undoing his shirt as you went. You let your hands roam around the tight muscles of his thighs and abdomen, your tongue following your fingers until you were sat in his lap, your hands tangled in his hair and your lips branding his neck.

‘I want you Y/n.’ You pulled back, lips tingling and bruised, your core brushing against his erection.

‘You want me Edward, but do you desire me?’

‘Yes.’

You smiled at him, the darkness in his eyes and his grip on your hips making you ache. You sunk down on him slowly, enjoying the way he stretched you. You stilled as your hips met his, grinding your clit against his body. The tiny jolts of movement began to pick up speed, Edwards lips discovering the slope of your neck and your hands digging into his shoulders. You wanted it to last forever, to feel the hot ache of him between your legs but you knew he was close. His hips jutted up to meet yours, one of his hands finding its way to your clit as his breath grew heavy in your ear.

His fingers were skilled, rubbing in time to his thrusts while you clawed at his back, your knees beginning to give from beneath you. You came with a call of his name, the tightness in your stomach snapping into white pleasure that washed over your body, wave after wave. Edwards’s pace didn’t slow, and your walls gripped him tightly, convulsing around him until he came with a deep moan. His fingers slowed and both his hands come to rest on your hips. He was smiling.

‘From now on, I think I will always choose pleasure.’

‘A wise choice my lord, I’ll always be happy to comply.’

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[valhallasubstitute]

Petals

Edward x reader

Your wedding night with the crowned Prince of Wessex

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex – it’s the ninth century, they have an excuse you don’t,

Tags: @espen22 - here you go my love, I hope you enjoy

@flowers-in-your-hayr @geekandbooknerd @mariaenchanted - idk how you guys feel about Edward but you’re getting tagged anyway lol

Wc:1245

Flower petals poured from the skies, bursts of colour and grace being left in your wake as you and your new husband, Edward the crowned Prince of Wessex, walked the streets.

The wedding had been beautiful, your anxiety quietly slipping out the back door as you walked down the aisle. You knew this is exactly where you wanted to be, looking into Edwards eyes as you let the bishop’s holy words wash over you.  

As Edward took your hand in his and as the cloth was wrapped once, twice, you took a moment to appreciate the way his fingers trembled, how he fought to keep the smile on his face from growing too obvious, you watched the way his gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips. The way he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth could have passed for nerves but in the past few months you had come to know him better than that.

You had done little more than brush hands during your courtship, your reputation and his mother’s ever-present sense of piety leaving the two of you no choice but to let the anticipation build. It was two weeks before your wedding day when you finally gave in, just a tiny bit.

The corridor had been crowded, Aldermen lingering after the council had ended, none of them caring to make the journey to your chambers any easier than it had to be.  It irked you but for a brief moment you were grateful, as you walked by your husband to be you tripped, stumbling into his arms. He had caught you with ease, the strength and reflexes of a warrior making his movements fluid and fast, quick enough to take your breath away.

His hand had gripped your waist, squeezing lightly as you regained your composure. You had looked at him though your lashes, pink dusting your cheeks as he bit his lip. You had seen him do it before, at council meetings, chewing a little in concentration or frustration but something was different this time. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was an edge to the soft look he gave you, something darker, something that made you shiver.

He had offered to walk you to your destination, and you had accepted, preening yourself slightly as the crowd parted for the two of you. He had slowed as the halls became more and more deserted, your breaths becoming quicker as his hand found your lower back. You had halted completely once he was sure the corridor you found yourself in was empty, his teeth scraping against the plush flesh once more.

You weren’t sure how it happened, you couldn’t tell if he had leaned in first or if you had placed a hand on his  chest but regardless you found yourself against the palace wall, lips melting together in quiet earnest.

It had gone no further, you had been left breathless and shaken, unholy thoughts haunting you every night since. The darkness in his eyes had never left your thoughts and you longed to be gazed upon in such a way in the privacy of your own bed chamber.

The thought of it made your cheeks flush, thanking God when the palace came back into view and the cheers of your people slowly quietened. The feast passed you in a blur, Edwards hand had landed on your thigh and the only thing you could focus on was the way he drew small circles with his thumb and how it would feel without your dress separating your skin from his.

Before you knew it the door to your new bed chamber was being closed, your mothers reassuring face the last thing you saw before the wood cut you and Edward off from the rest of the world. You could feel him behind you, hear the sharp inhale he took as you started to remove your dress.

Your fingers shook as the material came undone at your touch, pooling around your middle. The night air ghosted over you, your nipples hardening in anticipation along with the chill. You dared not move when you heard Edward walk towards you, his footsteps echoing on brick.

You could feel the warmth radiate off him in waves, assaulting your body in the most desirable of ways. His hands came around your body, pulling you flush against his back and let his chin rest on your shoulder, his breath hot on your ear.

‘Do you want this, Y/N?’

‘Yes… though I know it is not your first.’ It needed to be said, you needed to acknowledge it so you could be sure he was going to give himself to you as you were to him.

‘No, it is not.’ He paused, swallowing deeply before speaking again. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, determination evident as well.  ‘I swear to you, as your husband and as the future king, you will be my last.’

His words made you smile, relief flooding you as you relaxed into his embrace. You placed your hands on top of his, shivering as you guided him to your breasts. He cupped each, squeezing them gently, gaging your reaction. You arched against his and Edward took this as an invitation to divert his attention to the stiff peak while dragging his lips across your neck and shoulder.

The longer it went on the more desperate you became, whimpering at each flick and tweak. You turned in his arms, basking in the dark look you had longed for before crashing your lips into his.

As you stumbled towards the bed, lips still locked, you let your hands begin to explore. The expanse of pale skin excited you, ridges of curved muscle and trails of hair that lead south making you press your thighs together.

The rest of your clothes were removed with haste. Royal hands glided up your calves to your thighs, parting them with a breathless pant of your name.

Edward took his time entering you, concern breaking through the heavy lust, but you urged him on, sighing once the pain slipped into pleasure.

His movements were slow, dragging himself in and out at an impossible pace. As you began to squirm beneath him, Edward placed his weight on his elbow, lowering his mouth to yours softly. Your demands were silenced as the kiss grew more heated and with it your lover’s movements. The pleasure you felt sped up, growing more and more the faster he moved, the sparks of excitement you had felt as he entered you now threatening to burn you alive.

You could feel the pressure building in your stomach, the knot getting tighter and tighter. You could tell Edward was close too, his face twisted in finding your release and fighting off his own.

Long fingers slipped between your moving bodies and found your clit, matching the pace of his touch to his thrusts.

You came with a shout, your walls clamping around him and the world shattered around you. You were aware that his release came soon after, but exhaustion threatened to steal the image from you.

As he slipped out of you, you felt empty, immediately seeking his touch once more. Without hesitation Edward pulled you to his side, gently brushing stray hairs from your face and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

With sleep already nearing you burrowed closer to him, murmuring as you did.

‘Goodnight, husband.’

‘Goodnight my queen.’