Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Bronn/Reader - My knight

Your job was pleasurable most of the time. Literally, being a whore was a pleasurable job. It's kind of in the job description. You fuck whoever is willing to pay and moan and scream with pleasure when they want you to, or just help them get off, really it's just what they want.

Some of the less pleasurable things would of course be when you get sent to the older men. They can't do anything but they want to so you have to do all of the work. Of course, the likely hood of that happening to you isn't very high. You mostly get the knights because your family was one that was somewhat more wealthy than a common person, but not nearly as much as a lord.

"Can we see all of the best ladies that you have," you hear a voice from down the hall.

"Of course Lord Tyrion," the person at the deck replies before she turns around the corner and rings the bell that signals all of you to come line up. It doesn't happen often that the bell is wrung, but when it does it's because of people like Tyrion Lannister.

"Pick what ever one you want Bronn," the dwarf says as he walks in front of us, looking us all up and down. His eyes linger on me a bit longer than everyone before me, but he soon moves on. His friend, Bronn, then comes and looks me over.

"Why, your a nice little thing now aren't you?" He grabs you arm and pulls you out of the line to really get a look at you. He motions for you to spin and you slowly do, making sure your ass sticks out a bit, with a small coy smile on your face.

"Did you pick her," the dwarf asks, coming up to stand beside him with and whore of his own on his arm.

"I think so," he replies, holding out his hand for you to take. You place your hand in his, not really used to this kind of kindness, and follow him to a room. He gestures you through before him and closes the door behind both of you.

"What are you looking for today, Ser Bronn?"

"Do I look like a Ser? Because I'm not. Just call me Bronn." He plops into a chair that is in the room and looks at you.

"Would you like me to undress," you ask, not really sure what he has planed for you.

"Usually I would love that. You see, I'm not really in the mood to fuck right now." You make your way over to him, swaying your hips slightly. You pull your gown up to your thighs and straddle his lap.

"From what I've heard, you are always up for fucking a whore like me," you whisper into his ear, putting his hands on your hips. You begin kissing his neck, trailing you tongue down to his shoulder.

"I suppose I could be convinced." He grabs your hair and pulls on it gently to make you look at his face. "Its going to take a fucking lot of convincing." You smirk and lean in closer so your lips brush his.

"I think I can manage that."

*Time Skip*

You met Bronn almost five months ago now, and things have become quit heated between the two of you, in more ways than one. Sexually of course, but the two of you also disagree on so many things. Tryion says that you are like an old married couple. You somewhat agree with him, the bickering reminds you of the old couples you see around town when they open or close their shops every morning.

"Nothing to add," Bronn asks you from his postion on the bed next to you.

"Sorry, I kind of spaced out." He starts rubbing circles on your back. You quiet for a minute, trying to decide if you really want to broach the thing that you have thinking about for a while. Not really a huge amount of time, just for a week or two when you realized what you were feeling. "Can I ask you something?" You pull your legs up to your chest and rest your head on your knees so that you can still look at him.

"Yeah. None of the other men you fuck have hurt you, have they? I told you that if they do I will find them and kill them." You shake your head quickly.

"No, it's not something like that. I actually haven't slept with another man in a while." He looks at you with slight confusion on his face. "I told them that I have a regular that would prefer that I didn't fuck other men."

"Now why would you do that?"

"Because of what I want to tell you." You look away from him and across the room to the door. "I like you. I like you more than how I like just a nice customer who tipped me. I think I might be falling in love with you."

You squeeze your shut when you finish talking, waiting for him to start chuckling. But you don't hear a sound from him. His hand on your back has stopped moving but still lingers on it, like he has just frozen. You can't take it, so you start pulling the sheets off of you and stand up, looking around for you clothes but being careful to not look at him.

"Where do you think your going," he asks you, and you finally hear him getting off of the bed.

"I should get going, I need to get going." You step into your gown and pull the strap over your head, rushing to find your shoes. You need to get out of this room before you start crying.

"You never leave until the morning." You just ignore him and pull one shoe onto your foot, looking around for the other one. But suddenly his hand is on your arm pulling you up and to his bare chest as he also pushes you against the wall.

"Please, just let me go," you say, almost whimpering.

"I can't do that sweet cheeks. You see, if I did, how would I be able to tell ya' how I feel?"

He grabs your chin and pushes his lips onto yours, pulling you even closer to him. He bites your lower lip, making you gasp, and he slips his tongue into you mouth. You try to fight for dominance but soon just give into him and let him control the kiss. When you both pull away for air he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him.

"Please don't be teasing me Bronn," you say, just loud enough for him to hear. He starts kissing your neck all the up to your ear.

"Never."