âYouâre too sweet for meâŠâ
Farkas x m!dragonborn reader
Warnings: nsfw, smut, bottom reader (đ), biting, deprived Farkas, creampie, fingering, praise, hair pulling, fluff and aftercare, reader is implied to be part of the thieves guild
(Let me know if thereâs any warnings I missed/should add please, this is my first time actually posting someone thatâs not sfw)
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It took a couple of days, but you were finally back at your manor. The shimmering lake reflected the rays of the setting sun, as a distant roar could be heard from the snowy mountains that created your view. Sighing, you trudged towards the door, releasing your horseâs reins so she could munch on the large bale of hay.
Before you could even open the door, your husband, Farkas, had taken the liberty of tugging the heavy wooden slab open, yanking you inside and slamming it shut behind you.
âWhere have you been? Love, I trust you can care for yourself, but itâs been two weeks!â
For the first time since youâve met him, Farkas seemed distressed, his dark eyes worried as he scanned you up and down.
âDear, I told you I was taking care of some business with the guild in Riften. I told you how Brynjolf is sometimes⊠I canât help it.â
You tried to assure him to the best of your ability, but he still seemed uneasy. Leaning forward, Farkas buried his face into your neck lovingly; letting out a long, deep sigh. You could feel his hand gripping your back, experimentally slipping lower, until you could feel the cool metal of his gauntlets brush against your tailbone.
âItâs been too long.â
His gruff voice was unnaturally whiny, and you felt your lips tug into a smug grin as the taller man leaned down to grip you closely.
âYeah? Wanna tell me what you needed so much that you couldnât get yourself?â You teased, but Farkas had already grabbed your hand, dragging you back through the hall and to your shared bedroom before pushing you on the bed and rolling on top of you.
If your husband didnât need to stop to strip himself of his armor, you were sure youâd be getting ravaged within seconds thanks to the borderline feral look in his eyes. After lazily kicking off your layers of leather thieves armor, Farkas resumed his position of laying over your prone form, kissing fervently up your jaw and nosing his face into your neck.
âDonât leave me for that long again.â He said hoarsely, tugging needily on the hem of your undergarments.
Annoyed by how difficult your underwear were to tug off, he tore through them, tossing them aside.
âIâll buy new ones,â Farkas promised, practically crushing your bodies together in a sweaty cuddle before resuming his kissing.
You hissed lowly as he bit your shoulder, almost like a gentle nibble, before licking the small indentations from his teeth. Reaching down, you decide to work him up yourself, wrapping your hands around his hard length. The noise that tore from Farkasâs throat was enough to make you aroused, though he didnât allow your teasing to last long.
Quickly, your husband removed your hand from his dripping dick, rolling you onto your belly before rummaging through the nightstand as his free hand rested on your back, rubbing gently like he was petting you.
âUse your fingers first⊠we havenât done anything in a whileâŠâ you gasp, feeling a cool wetness drip onto your skin. âThatâs cold-â
âNot for long.â Farkas assured, rolling you over onto your back again so he could see your face.
Your head jerked back as you felt a thick digit push into you, Farkas quickly quieted your noises by pressing his mouth to your, teeth clicking against each others from the aggressive, open mouthed kissing.
He continued to stretch you out, working you up to three fingers, scissoring them into your now loose hole until he felt you were sufficiently ready.
âDear gods-â you moaned as he kissed your stubbly jaw, pulling his fingers from your slightly sore hole.
Looking down with heavy lidded eyes, you watched as Farkas stroked himself. Oil coated his stiff dick, excess dripping onto you and soiling the sheets beneath you. He took your legs, pushing them up to your shoulders as he leaned forward enough to press his lips to yours again as he started to bully himself into you.
âYouâre doing so good for me,â he mumbled softly into your ear as he continued his ministrations, âso good, dear.â
The feeling of Farkas pushing himself into you in short, jerky strokes, left you a groaning mess. Luckily, your husband swallowed your noises as he continued to press his hips forwards, occasionally thrusting in small strokes to help himself along. Once you were fully penetrated, he disconnected his mouth from yours, a low moan slipping from his throat as he grinded his pelvis against yours.
âOh, by the nine-â Farkas huffed, his eyes nearly rolled into his skull as he spoke, âBe a good boy and relax for me dear- please-â
It started slow, sensual, Farkas mostly grinding deeply into you as you borderline ate each otherâs faces, thrusting tongues down the otherâs throat as he rocked his hips into yours. But after being deprived of you for so long, Farkas couldnât hold back.
Slow, gentle strokes turned into harsh hips snapping against yours. He held you tightly beneath him as he picked up his pace, panting into your neck as the stubble on your cheek scraped against his ear.
âO-oh- dea-dear-â you barely managed to moan out before Farkas began to slam himself into you, over and over again.
Your quiet moans quickly turned into loud cries and groans. You lock your fingers into his shaggy brown hair, tugging on it as your arm reaches around his broad shoulders, clinging tightly onto him.
âI-Iâm so close love-â Farkas moaned into your ear, his rough pounding never pausing as he spoke, âLet me cum inside you-â he rasped, biting your neck again, far more rough this time.
You can barely push out a response, âAh- ye-yes dear-â your voice shook as Farkas groaned loudly, gripping your hips like he was scared youâd disappear.
Once he felt himself growing close, Farkas slid his hand around your own drooling cock, stroking you into his thrusts. The dual stimulation sent you over the edge before you even realized it. Warm cum sprayed from your throbbing cockhead, coating both your and Farkasâs stomachs.
But Farkas wasnât done yet. He moaned lowly, speeding up to an inhuman pace before slamming hard and deeply into you, locking your bodies tightly together as he finished. Your eyes crossed as you felt warm cum spray into your guts, coating your pink insides with sticky white.
âThatâs it- fuck- youâre doing wonderful for me-â Farkas moaned loudly, strain evident in his voice.
He rocked his hips slowly as he worked through the aftershocks of both your orgasms, easily feeling your body shaking underneath him; limp legs laying uselessly atop the blankets.
âDid I go too hard? Are you alright, love?â Your husband asked quickly, realizing how rough heâd been.
Shaking your head, you manage to pant out, âIâm good-â
Farkas lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing a small rag from the wash basin by the nightstand. As he wipes up you, the blankets, and himself, you canât help but stare at him. You felt so tired now that all you could do was lay back and watch, waiting for your husband to return to bed beside you.
He tosses the rag into a rickety basket in the corner of the room, crawling into bed next to you and leaning down to rest his head on you as you lean back against the pillows.
âI promise I wonât leave for so long without telling you again.â You mumble as your eyes finally shut, painting the world in darkness as you feel Farkas sling a protective arm over you,
