Broken Glasses: Ramsay x Reader SMUT

castielsbeelove:

Request: 
Can I please request a ramsay bolton x reader fic? I would really love to read a fic where the reader is innocent, shy and a bit of klutz and have ramsay bolton feel a bit attracted to her and he’s fighting his mind because the reader is not his type at all. Hehe.. Uh.. Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!


AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry this took so long love! Hope you like it! 

A loud clatter in the hallways made Ramsay and Roose both look up from their food. The rest of the people dining didn’t seem to notice. It was Ramsay’s nameday, and there was a grand feast going on. Ramsay knew immediately what it was and rolled his eyes. You were the only one missing from the celebration.

“When will you get rid of her? Her and her family have long overstayed their visit.” He was talking about you, of course. You were the daughter of Rickard Karstark, the lord of Karhold and the head of your family. Your three brothers and sister were there, but it seemed your siblings were too scared of the Boltons to cause too much trouble. But you were fearless, and also a klutz.

“They will leave when we are done discussing the problems concerning the Starks.” Roose said with no emotion and began eating again. “Besides, they couldn’t leave before your nameday, now could they.”

Ramsay rolled his eyes once again and stood up, walking to the hall. He was met with a maid on the ground, cleaning up wine with a rag, while you sputtered out apologies. When Ramsay’s presence was known the maid froze, preparing for a scolding of some sort.

“Oh, hello.” You said as you stood up, giving the maid your red stained rag. “Hope I didn’t interrupt your celebration.” You didn’t care if you did or not, but you were polite.

Ramsay faked a smile and chewed on the inside of his cheek. “No, it’s quite alright, lady (Y/N).” He sighed and looked down to the maid. “Go get more rags and hot water, you can’t clean it by pushing the mess around.” He snapped and she nodded, standing up and running off. He turned back to you and crossed his arms. “I hope you’re making yourself at home here.”

“I am.” You nodded with a smile. “But, last night I had a bit too much wine and the glass seemed to just slip out of my hand. I hope you won’t miss one wine cup. Or two.”

Ramsay imagined the scene and caught himself grinning at the thought. He furrowed his brows and his smile dropped. You noticed the look of confusion on his face, but before you could say anything he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you up the hall and up the stairs to his room. You didn’t put up a fight, no, this was exciting. The only interesting thing that seemed to be happening to you since your visit to the boring place.

When you were in his room he grabbed you by the neck, slamming you against the closed door. Now you were panicking. You knew his history of killing and torturing, but you hadn’t feared it since you were a lady and a guest. Now you wished you hadn’t underestimated him. Was he this mad over a wine glass?

“You have caused me a bit of trouble.” He said in a dark voice, smiling widely. He leaned close and smelt your neck, then leaned back to sigh. “You smell of fear. And something else familiar.” The turn of his voice made your legs instinctively clench together.

You closed your eyes and grabbed at his fingers, trying to pry them off your neck. Your face was beginning to turn red. “I think you might have to compensate me for my loss. Of the wine cup last night, all my spilt wine back there, and everything else you’ve ruined with your clumsiness. Which I’m assuming is a lot.” He released his grip on your neck and you gasped for air, clutching at your neck. You kept your eyes on him, ready to defend yourself. Fear was shaking through you, but you also felt a bit excited at the danger. The dangerous lord was only inches away from you, you were alone in his room and he could kill you instantly. It made all the blood and heat in your body travel a bit south. And Ramsay knew it.

He smirked and put a hand on your hip, leaning in to kiss your neck. When his lips touched your skin you couldn’t help but sigh, your knees shaking. His warm lips traveled upwards and when his teeth touched the soft flesh of your ear you moaned.

A few things wen’t through Ramsay’s mind. You weren’t his type at all. Sweet, extremely innocent, clumsy, and kind. He was the opposite. But what was it the southerners said? Something about opposites attracting, He didn’t care too much right now, all he cared about was satisfying the both of you. He could practically smell your arousal.

His hand that rested on your hip trailed down to the hem of your dress. He had to lean down to grab it and pull it up, grabbing your hands to make you hold it up for him. Once you had both hands holding up your dress he got on his knees, yanking your smallclothes down to your ankles. You kicked them off and felt your knees shake again with anticipation. His cold fingers touched your lips and you sighed, closing your eyes and biting your lip. Immediately after that he pushed his middle finger inside you and you let out a strangled sound. Before you knew it his lips were on your clit and two fingers were inside you, curling and twisting. You were moaning and gasping loudly now, repeating his name as you pulled roughly on his black curls. His hot tongue licking you induced your first orgasm, which started at your clit and spread through you like you were sinking into a hot bath. You called out his name and he curled his fingers harder until you stopped moaning and you sunk to your knees.

“Let’s hope your father didn’t hear that.” He whispered with a wide, crazy smile on his face. You smiled lazily and nodded, your eyes threatening to close.

He pulled you to your feet and pulled you to his bed, then started to take his clothes off. You took the hint and followed his lead, unlacing your shoes, your dress, until you were finally naked besides your underdress, which was only a thin layer of silk. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his impressive cock, you had never seen one but your female friends always told you that bigger was better. You could only imagine how he would feel inside you.

He noticed your look and grinned. “Would you like to taste it? I assume you’ve never…?” You nodded to both questions and took him in your hands, looking up to him for guidance. You had heard many stories but this was much different than girls gossiping. This was real and you couldn’t think about anything else than him. He grabbed your hair gently, which was unlike him, and you took him into your mouth. It was odd at first but you quickly got the hang of it, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head. Soon he was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring and his chest heaving.

Without warning he pulled your hair and forced you off of him, forcing you onto the bed. When you realized what was happening your heart started pounding faster and you got comfortable on your back, propping yourself up with your elbows. He looked like a predator on his hands and knees, his blue eyes looking bigger in the white light of the windows. He didn’t have a smile on his face as he positioned himself between your legs, pulling them up on his waist. He was mentally cursing himself. If you talked to anyone about this word would spread and your father would most likely demand a marriage or have his head. What was he thinking, putting his reputation on the line for a girl so unlike him. But when you used your legs to pull him close to you and the tip of his cock brushed against your cunt, he snapped out of his thoughts and pushed himself inside you, grabbing onto your hips.

The pleasure and that coursed through you was enough to make you pass out from too much stimulation, but you handled yourself. It was so godly, you didn’t even notice the pain you’d been warned about. Or, maybe you enjoyed the pain.

You groaned out loudly and grabbed at his back, digging your nails into his skin to get a grip. You raised your hips so he could push himself in deeper and he cried out in shock of how good it felt. He couldn’t help the wide, wicked smile that crossed his face, and he dug his nails into your hips and began thrusting hard, so hard you felt your body start to slide upwards a bit.

“I hope you’ll be able to walk tomorrow, it might raise suspicion.” He grunted as he moved, but you were too lost in pleasure to respond with words, so you just nodded breathlessly.

His breathing was quite loud, sometimes he breathed so hard he couldn’t help the noises that slipped out.

He stopped for a second to flip you onto your stomach and you felt a bit of your arousal drip down your thighs. He was back inside you before you could blink and he grunted at the new position.

His breath was hot on your neck. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder and bit down hard. Hot pain spread down your arm and you cried out, fisting the sheets.

Ramsay covered your mouth with his hand and laughed a bit. “Be quiet before someone hears.” He said in a shaky voice, that grin still plastered on his face.

When he spoke you trembled, and he noticed it, his eyes seemed to brighten at the realization. “Do you like my voice, (Y/N)?” He said and drew out your name. You moaned into his hand and he laughed. “I think you’re awfully close, (Y/N). Come with me, and I’ll reward you, I’ll ask my father if you can stay here with me for a while.”

That’s all you needed, and you felt tingles rush through you. Your third, or, fourth orgasm hit you and you bit into his hand so hard you immediately tasted blood. The pain made him finish inside you and he pulled your hair back to bite into your neck to muffle his cries, the other hand grabbing at your throat.

When he finished he rolled off of you and sighed, sweat covering his chest and hair. You didn’t look any better, your hair was damp and your cunt was sore and red. He looked over at you and stood up, beginning to put his clothes back on while he threw you your dress.

 "Ramsay, I believe that may have costed you many more glasses.“ You smirked as you put on your dress and shoes.

He stood up from tying his boots and smirked at you. “I hope it does. I hope I run out of glasses.” He said, and on cue, you sauntered over to his table, picking up a glass. He locked eyes with you and a small smirk crossed his lips. The sound of it shattering made Roose look up from his plate of food he was still eating.