Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Reason for living - Part 2 - Roose x Reader

A second part of this imagine as requested by Sugglet5sos. I hope that you all enjoy.😈

Roose made his way through Winterfell. The rest of the day had dragged. Seconds and minutes seeming to take a lifetime as he waited to see (Y/n) again. As he waited for when the rest of the castle was quiet and at rest. Thoughts of her naked body writhing around beneath him as he buried himself deep inside her warm, wet womanhood. The sound of her moans. Of her begging him not to stop. To go faster, harder. Filling his ears. Both things having made it impossible for him to do or think about anything else.

He knew it was foolish to allow himself to have such a weakness. To allow someone to control his heart so completely. The feared Lord of the Dreadfort controlled by a pretty smile and a beautiful pair of eyes. But he was powerless when it came to (Y/n). A lovesick fool. For she was the only one that accepted him. Not caring what he was, or what he had done. What he was capable of. He had always been a wicked man. Cruel and unkind. Yet, for some reason, the gods had blessed him with (Y/n). They had given him his reason to live.

When he had seen Ramsay with his hands all over her. When he had watched his bastard kiss what was his, he had wanted to kill him there and then. To watch as the colour drained from his skin. The last breaths of life leaving his body. The head of the House of Bolton, forcing Ramsay to look at (Y/n) as the light left his eyes. Roose wanting Ramsay to see that it was because he had touched what was his, that he had had to die. But Roose knew that even Walda wasn't foolish enough to not get a little suspicious of his motives, if he had killed his own son for kissing a servant. So, he had stopped. Promising himself that if ever Ramsay touched (Y/n) again, he would not be so kind.

He also knew that he should never have gifted his lover to his new bride. But in his mind, it had made sense. It was the best way to keep (Y/n) close, without the simpering Walda seeing what he was doing. Yet, he also knew that (Y/n) would never accept the role thoroughly. He knew (Y/n) despised the foolish and meek Frey, with a passion. And (Y/n)'s passions could be like a wild tempest. Violent, swift, and merciless. But he still hoped that he could make her see that he had only gifted her to Walda so that she could be in his company, without her presence making others wonder. And he wanted nothing more than to keep (Y/n) as close as possible. But that conversation was for another time. For tonight, tonight was meant for him, to once again, feel the body of his love.

Finally, he made it to (Y/n)'s room. The tiny flickering of a small candle his only guide in the darkness. But in truth, he needed no light. He would be able to find his way to his lover, even in the darkest, blackest of nights. His body being drawn to hers, as if on instinct. And it had found its way to her once again, even after all this long while.

"Do you always answer your door so late at night, looking like that?" Roose enquired, as (Y/n) appeared from behind the ingress. Her form as naked as the day that she had been born. A seductive twinkle in her eye.

"Only when I am waiting for my lover. But........if you wish me to be clothed......" (Y/n) hummed as she pretended to move away to dress. A smile spreading across her lips as Roose grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. (Y/n) moaning softly as he began to kiss her neck. His rough lips scratching at her delicate skin. His fingers ghosting over her nipple as he pushed her back inside the room. The lord using his foot to close the door, as his lips refused to leave her neck, and his hand her breast.

"If I could have you always like this, I would. Naked and perfect. Always waiting for me. The only thing I want to have covering your flesh is my body." Roose growled into (Y/n)'s ear. The lord pushing her ever backwards until her form fell onto the bed. Roose looming over her, as his eyes took in every last glorious piece of flesh. Every exquisite dip and curve. Each fall and rise strengthening his ardour as he tore at his clothes. His body screaming to be with hers once more. To have their sweat mingle. To have his breath catch in her mouth.

"It would appear that my lord has missed his little servant." (Y/n) giggled slightly as she leant backwards. Propping herself up on her elbows as she watched Roose desperately try to remove his breeches. (Y/n) sure that his ever hardening manhood was making it all the more difficult.

"Come here, my lord. And let me take care of that for you." (Y/n) continued, as Roose nodded his head and moved before her. Her fingers making light work of the threads that bound the material to his body. The lord moaning as the breeches pooled around his feet and (Y/n) took him into her hand.

"If you ever sleep in the same room as Walda again, Roose. I will never allow you to come back to this bed. If you ever so much as touch that creature in a way that I deem romantic. I will never take you in my mouth and pleasure you again. And if you ever, ever fuck her again. Then, no matter how much I love you. How much I need you, you will never, ever see me again. Do you understand?" (Y/n) told him. Roose knowing that he had no other option but to agree. That he wanted nothing more than to agree. That he never desired to touch Walda again. And would rather die than lose the only thing that he needed more than air. An exquisite shiver shooting up his spin as his eyes watched (Y/n) begin to kiss and lick his manhood. His legs going weak as she pulled him closer, taking all of him into her mouth. His hand gripping at the back of her head. His fingers tangling in her hair as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat, and her tongue twist and writhe around his shaft. Roose knowing that no other woman had ever made him feel like (Y/n) could make him feel. And that no other woman ever would.

"Gods. You are the wickedest woman I have ever met. Yet I love every part of you." Roose groaned as his body began to twitch. Sure, that very soon he would surrender to the exquisite feeling that was taking over him. Sure, that his seed would be spilling down (Y/n)'s throat at any moment.

"(Y/n)!" Roose exclaimed as she moved away and licked her lips. The lord groaning as his body was denied its release. A sweet release that he had desired for so long.

"Oh no, Roose. I won't let you cum so easily. You have to please me first. You have to show me that you love me. And when I feel suitably satisfied, then I will allow my lord to cum. I promise that it will be well worth the wait." (Y/n) cooed, as she pulled Roose on top of her. The head of House Bolton pushing his body between her legs as he nipped and bit at her flesh. Roose knowing full well that it would be worth the wait. And that (Y/n) would always be his reason for living.