Game of Thrones - One Shots

Petyr Baelish x Reader (2)

You laugh in Petyr's face, dramatically rolling your eyes.

"You can't fool me, Petyr. I know you are up to something, and whether you tell me or not, I will find out"

"(Y/N), my darling, you know I would never keep anything from you". He lifts his hand up to caress your cheek but you quickly swat it away.

"May I remind you that we are partners, nothing more, nothing less. We can actually rule together one day, that's if we remain honest with one another" you explain, bringing your arms up to fold across your chest. His mouth twitches into his usual smirk that you know he saves for moments that bring him great pleasure.

"Nothing less?" he quotes you, blue lustful eyes peering into yours.

You had always found yourself drawn to Petyr but have fought against those feelings. As much as you wanted to be with him, you knew that you couldn't trust a man like him. Thus, in your best interest, you kept the relationship strictly professional.

When he takes a step forwards, you manage to regain control before you get too entangled in his gaze.

"I know what you're doing"

"Do you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow while continuing to shrink the space between you both.

"Stop trying to change the topic, Lord Baelish. I'm not one of your whores and you won't manipulate me".

His head tilts slightly to the side, eyes shutting tightly. You watch him breathe in, long and slow before finally exhaling. Just as his eyes focus back on you, you find yourself being thrust backwards and into the wall. His body presses against yours tightly to ensure you are locked in place while his hand gently grips your throat.

"(Y/N)" he begins, his warm breath attacking your skin while his eyes flicker across your every feature. "Don't you trust me?"

Although slightly uncomfortable, you actually took a moment to think about his question. You had many allies in kings landing, yet you spent most of your time with Petyr. You both had one goal in common, that being to rule on the iron throne. Working together made it more likely to achieve that goal. But working with Petyr didn't make you stupid, if anything it made you smarter.

"Do you remember when we first met?" you ask, struggling to get your words out. Although his grip was soft, you still found it slightly difficult to speak with him this close to you.

He nods his head, eyes never leaving yours as you continue.

"You warned me to never trust you". His hand finally drops allowing you to take a deep breath of air. You hadn't even realized you had been holding your breath all this time.

"You have a point" he agrees, nodding his head before focusing on the floor.

Just when you think you have regained your personal space, he has both hands on your hips, turning you around and pinning you back against the wall. You could feel him pressing firmly against you making it extremely difficult to concentrate on the words that come out of his mouth.

"You know I have spies everywhere in Kings landing, but it doesn't take a spy to know how much you want me, (Y/N)" he begins, making you suddenly glad that he can't get a good look at your now flushed face. "I see the way you look at me. Why don't you say we take our partnership to the next level?".

His hands feelings every inch from your waist to your chest tell you that he doesn't need an answer - And quite frankly, you were too out of breath to give him one. When he spins you back around, his lips hover over yours, waiting for you to make your move.

As much as you wanted to give into him, you had to be strong otherwise Petyr would never take you seriously again. Pressing both your palms against his chest, you shove hard to get him to take a step back. Before he has time to react, you are at the door gripping the handle.

"(Y/N)" you hear your name being called out of from his mouth, his footsteps making there way after you. You fling the door open, thankful for the many people outside of it. If he had caught you and pulled you back in, you knew that you wouldn't be able to fight your feelings all over again.

"Thank you, Lord Baelish. I'll be sure to let them know" you put on your best act, trying to play casual for the random eavesdroppers. You could tell how frustrated he was to have let you get away which brought a smile to your face. When your eyes bounce down, they manage to catch a large bump forming in his crotch. A simple point with your finger has him looking down then back up in shock, moving back in his room to slam the door behind him.

<The End>