[A/N]: Thanks for the reviews, faves and follows. Happy to see some sort of response for this! This is another prompt where an anon requested: 'Charity lingerie fashion show in which Arya surprises Gendry by not only participating, but being the big finale! And afterwards... well I'll leave that up to your imagination'. This was a lot longer than it was supposed to be but I couldn't stop!
"Are you sure this looks ok?" he asked his best friend.
"You look fine mate, don't stress," the dark haired man replied.
"I'm not stressed, I just feel like a complete tosser in this," he shot back pointing to the grey suit he was wearing.
"There's a mirror over there in the corner. Go look at yourself, I promise you don't look like a tosser."
Gendry walked over to the said mirror and was shocked by what stared back at him. He looked like a completely different person. Someone who actually belonged in the world of the privileged and upper class. He felt Jon tap at his shoulder and saw the genuine smile he gave him. "Look I know this whole thing is still new to you, trust me I'm not the biggest fan either, but not everyone is like Joffrey."
"Yea I know, I mean your family is cool. Even Catelyn and Sansa have been nicer to me now they know I'm a bloody Baratheon, but still….I feel really out of place at these things."
"Welcome to the story of my life my friend. Don't worry we can be outcasts together," he offered. "At least you don't have to take part in the show like Arya," he chuckled.
"Wait, what?" he asked confused.
"Catelyn's forced Arya to take part in the show as punishment for her fight with that Bolton kid."
"She's not actually modelling is she?"
Jon shrugged, "Don't know, but can you imagine what hell she's putting them all through."
He couldn't help but laugh. He had seen the lengths Jon's little sister had gone through to avoid being dolled up. She would normally relent in the end but not without putting up a fight. He can still remember the first time he came across the youngest Stark girl. She was a slip of a thing with short shaggy hair. To anyone else she looked like a boy but Gendry wasn't as stupid as the rest of them. He could tell she was a girl as soon as he saw her face. Those large grey doe eyes of hers gave her away instantly. Grey eyes that he found himself thinking about more often than not in the last couple of years. But she wasn't a little girl anymore and he couldn't help but feel like some sick predator for noticing. "Umm…yea I'm sure she isn't make it easy," he said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Hey are you ok mate? Your face is looking a little...errr red," he finished.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw that he was beet red. Shit he thought. "Just a bit hot. Me and suits don't mix well."
"Whatever mate, we better get a move on."
They drove down the long driveway to the Winterfell estate. There were lanterns lit on either side of the road and waiters aligned every few meters holding out trays of bubbly. "How the other half lives," he muttered.
"You're part of the other half now Baratheon," Jon smirked. "So try not to be too judgey of everyone here."
Stopping at the spot where the valet's were waiting, the two men hopped out of Jon's Audi R8 and followed the crowd of people that were streaming into the area where the show was being held. He had tried not to think about her but little things kept reminding him of her. Like how the silver silks that decorated the tables made him think of her eyes. Or how when he saw a girl flick her hair over her shoulder it made him want to laugh, because that's how she would mock Sansa and her friends. His small smiles and moments of lapsed focus didn't go un-noticed by his friend.
"So who is she?" Jon asked.
"Who's who?"
"Who's the girl that's got you looking like an absolute muppet," he grinned.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Jon gave him an amused look. "So guy then?"
"Fuck up Stark," he grumbled.
"Touchy subject I see. Fine don't tell your best friend, but I'll find out sooner or later."
"Whatever," he replied. "I'm going to get a drink." He needed to distance himself from Jon and his line of questioning. He also needed something to calm his nerves and as much as he hated to have this in common with his dad, drinking was one of the few things that had that effect on him. He ordered a whiskey and coke and downed it within seconds.
"Slow down there big guy," a voice called from behind. He spun around and was greeted by blue eyes like his own.
"Hey Mya," he greeted, wrapping her up in a hug.
"Planning on having a big night baby brother?" she gestured to his empty glass.
"No," he sniggered. "Just umm…needed something to get me through this."
"Oh c'mon it's not that bad is it? I mean it's all for a good cause and you'll be seeing a lot of scantily clad women coming out on stage soon," she winked.
"What do you mean scantily clad?" he cocked his eyebrow.
"They're modelling lingerie you git," she rolled her eyes. "Why do you think there are so many people here? This is the one chance they can all openly ogle all the young up and comers. Even Jon's little sister has to do it."
"Yea but Sansa loves these sorts of things."
"Not Sansa you idiot. Arya!" she shook her head. "No wonder why she calls you stupid all the time!" she huffed in frustration.
All Gendry could think of was little Arya Stark in nothing but her underwear. A thought that instantly caused his cock to jump. "I've got to go for a walk."
He pushed his way through the crowd until he reached a secluded area. His heart was thumping erratically as the thought of a half-naked Arya kept pushing its way into his mind. You are a sick, sick bastard, he chastised himself. He took in a deep breath, taking the cold air into his lungs.
"What have you gotten yourself into?" he said aloud, running his hands over his face. He walked over to a nearby tree and slumped down against it. He would probably end up ruining his suit but at that point he couldn't give a shit.
He heard giggling and groaned. "Just what I fucking need," he mumbled.
"Well who do we have here?" a whiney voice interrupted.
Gendry looked up to see his half-brother smirking at him. He was in no mood for the blonde haired prick and made it perfectly clear. "What the fuck do you want?"
"You should watch that mouth of yours bastard," he seethed. His face had turned an ugly shade of red, and his thin lips looked as if they curled into themselves.
Gendry rose from his seated position, his height and sheer bulk enough to make Joffrey take a few steps back. It was only then did he notice the brunette who was standing off to the side. "And who are you?" he asked rather unkindly.
"Margery," she said sweetly.
"Well Margery, did you know that he has a girlfriend?" The girl at least had the decency to look embarrassed. She was clearly aware of Joffrey's relationship status and he knew from speaking with Jon and Arya that most girls that ran in this social circle didn't care about things like that. As long as you were rich and came from a prominent family you were fair game.
"That's none of your business bastard," Joffrey sneered. The green in his eyes had a red ring circling them and he could tell by the slight stumble in his step that the boy was drunk. Gendry rolled his shoulders and made way to leave. He couldn't afford getting into a fight with the fool in front of him, as much as he knew he deserved it. "Where do you think you're going," his shrill voice called out. Gendry didn't even acknowledge him and continued to walk back to where the rest of the crowd had gathered. He felt a hand grab at his elbow and turned to see Joffrey's red angry face looking at him. "No-one walks away from me!" he screamed.
Gendry just shook him off. "Back the fuck off Joff. You don't want me to land you on your arse in front of her do you?" He nodded towards Margery. The blonde hesitated for a moment before releasing his grip.
"I'll deal with you later," he said through gritted teeth.
"I look forward to it brother," Gendry smiled back, delighted at frustrating him further.
He found his assigned seat next to Jon who was busy chatting to his brother Robb. Theon Greyjoy, a close family friend of the Starks and Robb's best friend was sitting across from him with his usual smug expression. "And where have you been?" he asked, his dark eyes staring at Gendry's blue.
"Just walking around," he replied casually.
"And did you happen to bump into any lovely ladies on your walk?" he probed. It was common knowledge that Theon was a bit of a player. Going from one girl to another and wooing them with sweet words, only to leave them on their own in the morning.
"If you think Mya is lovely then yes I suppose I did," he fired back.
"Ah yes the lovely Mya. She's a feisty one your sister. She has a bad habit of saying no too much."
"Only to you Theon," he countered. "That's what happens when you grow up in the real world. You learn to tell the difference between the truth and complete and utter bullshit."
"The ones that play hard to get are always the most fun to chase," he smirked.
Gendry just scoffed at Theon's bravado and focused his attention on the catwalk. The lights had started to dim down around them, leaving only the runway and stage to the side illuminated in light.
"Looks like the show is about to start," Jon said in a hushed tone. The throng of people around them began to still their conversations as Catelyn Stark made her way to the stage. Her introduction to the event went by in a whirlwind, his focus still on what Arya was going to be wearing. Music started playing and one by one girls made their way onto the stage. Catelyn still remained to the side, introducing each model that paraded in front of the roaring crowd. He was slightly embarrassed to be on the same table as Theon. The guy had no shame, screaming out for girls to 'shake it' and 'show him their tits.' Even Robb looked disgusted by his friend, especially when Sansa walked out and the prick had the nerve to call out if the carpet matched the drapes.
"Shut him the hell up!" Jon ordered Robb who was doing his best to put his hand over his friends' mouth. "He's making a complete dick of himself and us."
"Can't you see I'm fucking trying?" he snapped back. He could hear the sniggers from the other tables as they watched the two men struggling. They looked ridiculous and he did his best to ignore them. Eventually the fighting ceased and they were all back to watching the show as the respectable adults they were supposed to be. As each girl came out he felt the knots in his stomach start to unfold. It was getting close to the end of the show and there was still no sign of Arya. Maybe she got herself kicked out, he hoped. He turned to say something to Jon but was cut off by the cascade of gasps.
"And now to close the show we have Arya Stark, my youngest and most unruly daughter," Catelyn added with a chuckle.
Gendry felt his throat dry up suddenly. He tried to avert his eyes but they were glued to the vision in front of him. He was enchanted by her. By the expanse of smooth milky skin that was in full view. By the way she sauntered out on stage, so full of confidence. She wore silver pumps that shimmered under the light and see through stockings that were speckled with glitter. The lingerie itself was simple enough, a light blue colour that brought out her startling grey eyes. But it was the low cut of her panties that made him bite the inside of his cheek. The flimsy material rested on her hips, hugging them like a second skin and leaving nothing to the imagination. The breasts that she often kept hidden under layers of clothing or loose fitting shirts bounced lightly with each step. His cock twitching with each movement. A pair of large silver wings trailed behind her, making her look every bit the goddess he thought her to be. Her long dark hair was loose from her usual braid or messy bun and it only made him want her more.
"Bloody hell," Theon breathed. "When the hell did Arya Underfoot grow tits?"
Gendry didn't know what came over him but he found himself lunging at the wanker and landing a punch on his right eye. It took both Robb and Jon to pull him off the bastard and even then he was still seeing red. Theon was wailing, his hand over his eye as he screamed obscenities at Gendry. When he felt his breathing start to calm he noticed that all eyes were on them yet again. He chanced a glance at the stage and Arya was staring at him with a look on her face that was a cross between amusement and something else he couldn't place. "You ok?" Jon asked.
Gendry nodded but took the disapproving glare from Catelyn as his cue to leave. "I should probably leave," he muttered. "I'll talk to you later, can you tell Arya I'm sorry about ruining her show?"
"Sure thing mate," he grabbed his hand giving it a shake. "Thanks for shutting that fucker up. If it wasn't you it would have been me," he half laughed. "Don't worry, Arya would have loved it. She hates Theon as much as we do."
************************************************** ********************************He sat out the front of the Winterfell estate waiting for his taxi to arrive. He couldn't believe what had just happened. That he had somehow let his rage take over and acted like a complete drop kick at such a formal event in front of all these people. As soon as he heard Theon talk that way about Arya he lost it. He had never felt such a sudden surge of anger before and it un-nerved him. How the little Stark had such a hold of him already without even knowing it. He heard the shuffle of gravel and half expected to see a fuming Catelyn towering over him but to his surprise he was met by the steely grey of Arya Stark.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Hey," he said back with a stutter. Stop acting like a bloody teenager! She was wearing a robe thank god and when she sat next to him he could smell the scent of her shampoo attack at his senses. "I'm sorry about Theon and messing up your night. He can be such a prick sometimes and he-"
He wasn't able to finish before he felt her warm lips on his. His body reacted instantly and he moved with her, his tongue delving into her open mouth. Is this really fucking happening? She tasted sweet, a mixture of berries and wine, a taste he thought he couldn't get enough of. She nipped at his bottom lip and gave him another quick peck before pulling away to get some air. She lifted her fingers to ghost over her now plump lips, a smile forming on her beautiful face. "Don't be sorry," she finally said. "Theon is a prick all the time and I'm surprised it hasn't happened to him sooner."
He moved closer to her, licking his lips as blue eyes locked on grey. This time he made the move, their lips colliding with such force that she gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to unite their tongues in a battle for dominance. Her hands rested at the base of his neck and his found her hips for purchase, pulling her in so he could feel the curves of her body press into his. He groaned when he felt her plump breasts smash into his chest and when he heard her needy whines he was brought back to reality. "Arya" breathe "we" breathe "can't."
"Why not," she asked biting her lip. "I'm not a little girl anymore Gendry, or didn't you notice?"
"Jon's my best mate," he tried to argue but when it came out it sounded weaker than he intended.
"So?"
"He'll kill me."
"He'll get over it."
They saw the headlights of the taxi as it approached. He was warring with himself, a list of pros and cons forming in his mind. There were more cons than pros but when he looked into those deep silver pools he had found so hard to get out of his head he took her hand in his and they both walked to the cab.
************************************************** ********************************He practically threw the money at the cab driver, not waiting for the change. With the way he was acting you'd think he'd never been with a girl before. But this was Arya and she made him feel things his body hadn't experienced before. And that was just from kissing. They all but ran up the stairs to his apartment and when he slammed the door shut behind him she jumped him. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tongues sliding and gliding against the other. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and his hands were firmly planted on her arse. He gave both cheeks a squeeze before pushing her centre further into his shaft.
He tried to walk them back into his room but failed miserably as they bumped into walls and knocked over what little decorations he had littered in his apartment. When Robert had told him he was his father he thought it a cruel joke. But then the DNA results came in and there was no denying he was a Baratheon. He had refused Robert's money and gifts at first but then he finally relented after Jon talked him into accepting who he really was. This apartment was the first thing he accepted and he hadn't truly appreciated that until now.
He had managed to land them on his chase lounge, both of their bodies falling ungracefully on the soft fabric. She laughed against his kisses and he chuckled along with her. Their desperation for one another somehow humorous all of a sudden. Pulling back he looked down at her. A sleet of moonlight streamed through the room, making her glow beneath him. Once again he was left speechless by the sight. Her hair was fanned around her and the top of her robe had opened to reveal the top half of her breasts. He felt her hand stroke his face and he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I've imagined this for so long," she confessed.
His eyes shot open, searching her face for any traces of a lie. "How long?" he found himself asking. Curious to see if she had wanted him as long as he wanted her.
"Too long," she answered. "Far too long."
"Why didn't you say anything?" he said exasperated.
She only laughed at him. "Do you really want to talk about this right now?" As much as he wanted her he needed to know why he hadn't picked up on any signals earlier. Taking his silence as a prompt to continue she huffed before speaking again. "I didn't think you were interested. I mean look at you. You're one of the hottest guys I've ever seen and girls practically throw themselves at your feet. And well I'm just me…so I didn't entertain the idea any further…until tonight."
"And why tonight?"
"You're certainly full of questions aren't you?" she mused. "To be honest I don't know why tonight. After you punched Theon I came to see you to thank you for it and well one thing led to another and here we are," she shrugged. "But if you want to stop?"
"Don't be stupid," he grinned, leaning back down to kiss her hard. He could feel her smiling smugly and began to trail kisses down her neckline to her collarbone. Her breath caught when he nipped at the sensitive flesh behind her ear so he continued to let his tongue roll and swirl over the spot. With nimble fingers he untied the belt to her robe, pulling her up so he could pull the thick fabric off her. She responded eagerly, helping him by freeing her arms in a swift movement. They were both breathing hard and he let his hands explore every curve and plane of her petite form.
Lifting himself off her he threw off his jacket, and pulled at his tie clumsily. He struggled to pop open the buttons to the white crisp shirt he had bought earlier that day so Arya helped him along by tearing at it, causing them to fly all over the place. He laughed at her impatience but she silenced him by raking her long fingernails down his well-muscled torso. The sensation sending a jolt of electricity through his body and ending at his cock. It was then that he noticed she was still wearing the lingerie she had modelled. "This," he said running his hands down the flimsy material, "is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen." He fingered the top of her stockings, rolling each leg out of the glittery cloth. He left hot kisses as each piece of bare flesh was exposed, the wet patch in her underwear growing with a burning need. Moving his hands back up her legs his thumbs hooked the sides of her blue panties, dragging them down at a snail's pace and tossing it to the side. He groaned as her naked pussy was in full view. His cock was begging him to ram into her. To let the warmth of her walls massage his painfully hard erection. But he reframed. He didn't want to rush this. This wasn't some random hook up with anyone. This was the little dark haired spitfire who had invaded his dreams for the last few years and he was going to savour every moment.
He gently pushed her thighs apart, spreading them so he could see the pretty pink folds of her glistening sex. He ran one finger along her slit, her wetness already coating it. Pushing into her, he was welcomed by the sound of her moaning his name. He sped his movements and injected a second finger while his other hand travelled up to knead her left breast. "Fuck!" she cried as he added a third finger. Her eyes were clouded with lust and as he fucked her with his hand he watched in marvel as her perfect breasts bounced with each thrust. "Please Gendry," she whined wanting to sate the fire in her belly.
"Not yet," he choked as he removed his fingers completely and buried his face in her cunt. She jerked as his tongue collided with her wet lips, eliciting a sweet cry from her. His hands journeyed south, hooking behind her knees and lifting her up from the couch so he could delve deeper. He felt her hands in his hair, pushing him into her as she rubbed her clit against his face. He let his tongue lash in and out of her tight hole, her taste on him like a drug, making him want her more. He sucked harder while simultaneously stuffing her with his fingers. It didn't take long for her to come undone. Her juices flowing freely and his tongue lapping at them ravenously.
"Jesus," she panted. Her chest rising and falling at an un-naturally fast rate. He wiped his mouth on his forearm and smiled at her smugly.
"Glad to be of service milady," he joked, using the old nickname he knew always got a rile out of her. As expected she smacked him on his bicep, a loud smack echoing.
"My turn," she said licking her lips. Before he knew it she had changed their positions. He was lying pressed against the couch and her hovering above him with a predatory gleam to those grey eyes he loved so much. Her deft fingers made quick work of his pants, his already hard cock springing free and begging to be touched. Her soft hands stroked his length, her thumb grazing the head of his shaft and spreading the liquid that had pooled there. Her eyes never left his as she sunk down and let her tongue slide up and down him.
"Gods Arya," he growled. She giggled at his reaction which only made him even hornier.
"Do you want me to suck it?" she teased. He nodded. Of course he wanted her to, what kind of man didn't want a gorgeous girl sucking him off? "Say it," she said. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fucking suck it," he barked.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she said waving her finger. "Where are your manners Gendry?"
"Fuck Arya!" he grumbled. "Can you please suck my dick?"
She winked at him then lowered her face again, her warm breath on the tip of his cock. "Ok," and she engulfed him. One hand firmly on the base while she took him further into her mouth. He wound his fingers in her thick mass of curls and thrust upwards. She moved her hand to cup his balls and let him move faster, allowing him to fuck her mouth.
"Arya, Arya, Arya," he chanted as he felt the build-up in his abdomen reach boiling point. Her eyes were still on his, urging him on. She sucked harder and her hold on his balls squeezed him in a way that made it hard to stop himself from coming. "I'm, I'm," he started to say but it was too late, he felt his release hit him and watched as she sat idly, letting his seed spill freely into her mouth. She gulped down his cum, licking the remaining semen from his shaft and instantly making him hard again. "Fucking hell," he said in awe. "That was just…so fucking amazing."
"I aim to please Sir," she said mockingly.
"Get over here," he said reaching for her. He flipped her over so she was wriggling beneath him. He slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders, pulling the last piece of clothing to her midsection so her tits were out in the open. He attacked one nipple, relishing the whimpers she released. When he was satisfied it was hard enough he moved to the other. His tongue swirling around and teeth lightly scraping the pink areolas. He let his hand slide down to her heat and moved from her nipple back to her pulse point. "Are you still wet for me Arya?" he whispered. She only moaned as he felt her sopping wet folds for himself. "Now I want you to beg little wolf. Tell me what you want me to do to you?" None of the words she mumbled made sense. "Tell me Arya. Do you want me to fuck you?" he said more forcefully. He wanted to hear her beg as well but he wasn't sure if he could wait.
"Yesss!" she hissed. "Gods yes, fuck me Gendry, fuck me now!" That was all the answer he needed and he aligned the head of his arousal to her entrance. He slowly entered her and felt her tight walls clamp around him. He drove his cock slow and deep into her and she matched him, gripping his shoulders for purchase. "Faster," she whispered into his ear and he happily obliged, impaling her with his staff. Beads of sweat pooled on his forehead, both their bodies now slick and glossy due to their love making. He was pounding into her now, her cries of pleasure and his loud grunts ringing through his apartment. He pulled her up so they were in a seated position and so he could bury his face in those perfect tits of hers. She yelped at the sudden movement, but recovered easily and bounced on his cock as he canted upwards. Her mouth slanted over his, their tongues tasting the other. He could taste himself on her and she on him, both moaning and groaning when their peaks came closer.
Her tight walls massaged his throbbing member and he could feel his balls tighten as the threat of his climax drew nearer. He wanted to feel her come with him inside her so moved her hand down to where they were joined. He moved her hand over her nub urging her to touch herself. His hand remained on top of hers, moving it for her until she shook him off and took charge. Her body started to tremble and her kisses became sloppy as she was getting close. "Come for me," he ordered. She threw her head back and he seized the opportunity to suck on the sensitive skin on her neck. Her touches became more urgent and his thrusts more feverish.
"Gendry!" she wailed when wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her sweet nectar trickled down his balls, the sound of their hips slapping pushing him over the edge.
"Arya!" he grunted as his cum mingled with hers. He lay his head on her shoulder and she nestled hers on his. They fit perfectly. Like their bodies were specifically designed to join as one.
************************************************** ******************************** He ran his fingers through her nest of curls and she ran her forefinger up and down the length of his arm. He was afraid it was all a dream and that soon his alarm would blare in the background waking him up for another day of life. "What are you thinking about?" she asked breaking him from his reverie.
"I'm thinking about how awesome my life has gotten lately," he said kissing her on the top of her head.
"And why is that?"
"Hmmm…I don't know maybe because I've got a gorgeous girl in my bed," he moved to tickle her.
"Gendry stop…stop!" she screamed in-between laughs.
"Nah, not stopping until you promise me."
"Promise you what?" she cried, her abs hurting from all the laughter.
"Promise to model for me again," he tickeld her harder. "In private," he finished.
"Ok, ok, ok," she conceded. "I promise."
He stopped and pulled her in for a hug. "Good because I have the perfect outfit in mind," he said seductively.
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