summary: your plan was quick and simple. you would go to the kitchen, make some tea to ease your headache, and then return to your comfy bed. you weren't expecting to come across your crew's blonde cook barechested cutting carrots.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: 18+ content, smut, swearing, pet names, kitchen sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, cunnilingus, semi public sex, PIV
authors note: english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. read this fanfic on ao3: good looking. enjoy!
You are used to this. The utterly exhausted sensation after several hand-to-hand combats, so when the headache started when you finally lay down in bed, you just decided to ignore it; the sleep would catch up before it got.
Until the needed sleep never got you. So, after an hour or two of rubbing your temples and staring at the ceiling while feeling envy-induced annoyance for Nami’s peaceful breathing, you pushed yourself to stand up.
Even if the cool night air almost makes you wish you hadn't left your warm bed, you needed that green tea to stop the pounding headache in the back of your head. The kitchen lights shining through the window went undetected as your mind was busy figuring out how you could prepare the drink quickly so that the pain could cease as soon as possible.
“Oh, it’s you, darling. Is everything alright?” As you walked into the door and recognized Sanji's words, you snapped out of your thoughts and began to look over your surroundings. He was not wearing any type of shirt while he sliced carrots from behind the counter.
Barechested. Topless. Half naked.
“Y-yes, I mean, no. Just a headache.” You gaze the blonde in the eyes as you stumble through your sentences, you are merely vaguely aware that your face is beginning to turn red. “I just want that green tea; I know it's somewhere around here. I saw Nami storing it in the cabinets earlier.”
You felt foolish. You became used to seeing shirtless men given that you lived in the middle of the ocean and therefore often came across Luffy, Usopp, and even Zoro barechested. They would often walk around the deck that way on hot days. Sanji, however, always showed up in a suit or, at the very least, had a formal shirt rolled up to his elbows. Even so, there was no chance of seeing him dressed otherwise since he went to sleep after you and woke up before everyone.
“I can do it for you; it’s my job after all, taking care of my sweet girl.” He placed the knife down, threw the chopped carrots in a nearby pot, and proceeded to go through the cupboards. “Love, do you remember where she stored it? There are plenty of cabinets in this place.”
"What are you doing here?" You instantly regret your tone as you noted Sanji just froze in his search.
“I mean, sorry, the kitchen is your place, I know. I just never saw you here this hour, and me and Luffy go here to do midnight snacks sometimes”
“I could not sleep”
“Me too” Once again, an irrational remark. He was informed that you were having trouble falling asleep; that's why you were there. “Why the carrots?”
“The attack that happened today. I had hoped for more food, but I believe you are aware of how fucked our situation is.” He continued looking for the tea while chuckling flatly. “We don't know when we will receive more supplies; we right now have barely anything stocked. Even the carrot peels have been put to use in an effort to reduce waste, you know.”
You weren't sure how to respond. It was clear that everyone's mood was negatively affected by today's incident. The worry of what would happen in the next few days or weeks was filling your head since Usopp managed to escape the ship. His back was to you, so you were unable to see his facial expressions, but you couldn't help but notice his muscles.
You felt a little guilty since you couldn't take your focus away from it, despite him having just voiced some serious concern. Has he lately started working out, or has he always had muscles like that?
“Are you and Luffy close then?”
The sudden break in silence confused you as he turned toward you with the pot of tea in his hands and a pleased smile.
“I suppose so. After all, he was the one who invited me to join the crew, right?” You smirked at the thought. It wasn't much time—perhaps a few months—and you were losing track of time at sea. “I fearlessly agreed to become a pirate, although I had never spent more than two weeks on a boat.”
“I remember that. You were so naive”
Of course he remembers. When you joined the crew, it was very easy to have a conversation with Sanji; he was constantly complimenting you or flirting in a straightforward manner. You never took him seriously, hearing about the blonde's techniques from Nami from the first day, but it was often hard not to chuckle or blush when he was so…
“Not anymore.”
He grinned at you before returning his attention to the tea. It was impossible to look away from his bare chest. You were unable to rest your mind from imagining how his skin would feel on your hand now that he was in your line of sight. You are already aware that he's a good-looking man, but now seeing more of his body did things to you.
“All right, madam. Here is your tea.” He circles the counters until he's right next to you. Really close. His eyes twinkle with recklessness, and you know he caught you staring at his figure.
You ignore the tickle in your lower belly as you stand there, grab the mug in your hands, and sip while gazing at his face. He still has that typical smirk, and when you finally finish drinking your tea, he glances at your lips before returning to your eyes. Everything becomes fuzzy and hot then.
He's very close. His hand has been lying on the counter, his chest is nearly brushing your own, and you can't help but notice his modest, almost transparent blonde hair in there. Perhaps it's a sign for you to walk away, that this is going in a dangerous direction, but you can't.
“What dear? See something you lik-”
You interrupt him with a kiss; it's all very messy and quick, and he is unable to have time to handle everything. You come to an abrupt halt and stare at him with wide eyes, realizing what you have done.
“Sanji, fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant t-”
He didn't let you finish the apologies. His hand pulls your head back, bringing your lips together. The kiss looks right now. It begins carefully, with both sides cautious, but it quickly gets heated as he doesn't hesitate to push his tongue into your mouth.
You’re breathless when he finally pulls away, and his eyes are hungry. He didn't think twice before pressing his open mouth and tongue on your neck. A moan escapes from your lips.
His left hand shifts down to grab your hip, and you catch your breath. Your hands graze his nipples as you reach for his pecs, and he hisses at the fresh sensation in your throat.
“Gods Y/N, you’re going to kill me this way”
You chuckled, and he kissed you again, although this time you took charge, moving one of your hands to his blonde hair before tilting his head to grant you more access. You stop the action just to take a moment to recover and gaze into his dilated pupils. He looks so attractive like that that you can’t help but want to go down on him.
”Sanji,” You whisper breathlessly, enjoying the sensation of his name in your mouth, “let me taste you.”
He groans in response, which you take as encouragement as you lean down and proceed. You lick and kiss the trail that leads to his crotch, and he hisses softly, his abdomen tense beneath your hands and mouth. As you get down on your knees and look at his pants, you can see his erection, which seems big and marked.
You don't hesitate to pull down the waistband of his pants and boxers together, exposing his hard, leaking cock to your eyes. It's big. It's more than you expected. There's a buildup of cum at the head, and you reach forward and wrap your lips around it, licking gently just to tease.
You look up as you swirl your tongue over the tip and dip your tongue into the slit to see him biting his lower lips, his head thrown back. You wanted to see his face while sucking him. So you take him out of your mouth and cautiously wrap a hand around him, teasing him a little with your hand. Your movements are agonizingly slow as you lightly suck and lick the sensitive head until finally he looks down.
“Oh, darling, you’re so pretty like that.” Sanji whined above you, and then your mouth opened around the head of his cock, and he slid it into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck. So… so perfect.”
You can clearly see the blonde struggling to keep his composure, like how his knuckles are white while gripping the counter behind him. You relax your throat, take a long breath through your nose, and exhale slowly before swallowing him whole while gripping his inner thighs.
His penis is large, so the initial sensation isn't the most pleasant, but as he lets out a loud groan, you forget about everything. Something about hearing Sanji whine in the kitchen while you gagged on his cock made the aching between your legs unbearable.
"Oh yeah, Y/N. You are so good to me. Your mouth feels so good in me.”
You moaned softly at his words of praise, making vibrations around his penis, causing another moan from him. His left hand reached from the counter to your hair, and you didn't reject the help while bobbing your head up and down.
“My love, you are so perfec-“
A few tears occasionally escaped as you sucked him and he fucked your throat, sometimes only taking him out to run your tongue along his length. You started to see signs that he was close to cum. One of your hands left the thighs to rub his balls.
“I… I'm going to cum, Y/N, dear... I" He gives you a chance to pull away from him, but you choose to continue and accept it all. You remove the entire length of his throat and leave just the head in your mouth.
He comes soon after, with a muffled groan, while you attempt to swallow as much as you can before it gets difficult, followed by a satisfied moan coming from you.
You felt his hand leave your hair, and for two or three minutes, you just remained there. He has his head back and is trying to catch his breath while you are on your knees, glancing at his chest and the beads of sweat gathering on his neck. It’s a perfect vision, honestly. You ponder whether he would notice if you began to masturbate right then.
“Come on, madam, let me help you up.” Sanji extends his hand to support you in getting up, and once you are upright, he grabs hold of your waist to keep you close to him.
He kisses you, tasting himself in your mouth. It's slow, and you realize he's still trying to emerge from his afterglow. When he breaks the kiss, that smile returns to his face, and you peck him once more just to get rid of it.
Sanji deepened the kiss again. And fuck, what else could you do but reply in the same aggressive way?
You're hoisted up by the hands on your hips and thrown onto the counter. The blonde is now between your legs, breaking the kiss, only to go straight to that specific spot on your neck that you're almost certain will leave a mark in the morning.
“Oh- Sanji,” You try to speak breathlessly as he licks your collarbone and his fingers brush the hem of your t-shirt, “You don’t h-have to do that.”
It wasn't that you didn't want Sanji. Since you entered that kitchen and spotted him without a shirt, you wanted this. Yet, you took the decision to give him an opportunity to back out, be thankful for the blowjob, and never bring up the matter again. Him taking you would be very personal.
“Please, my love,” You can hear the yearning in his voice as he whispers in your ear. “I just want to make you feel good too.”
You nod, and he attacks your mouth once again while his hands pull the hem of your t-shirt, exposing your chest, and you can't stop yourself from moaning at being so bare to him.
He doesn't think twice about placing his mouth on your breasts as he rolls the hard bud between his teeth and tongue and gives the other one a gentle stroke with his other hand. He bites your nipple as your head is flung back, and all you can do is pray that no one hears your loud scream.
He takes his mouth from your breasts and begins a trail down your stomach, and you can't stop whining due to the lack of warm sensation from his tongue in your niples, but you quickly figure out where he's headed as he lowers himself between your thighs.
He doesn't ask for permission as he aggressively rips off your shorts and, along with them, your underwear, revealing your pussy to him. He pulled your hips closer and dragged a finger down your folds, then placed it inside his mouth.
"Oh, you're so soaking wet, just for me, hm?" You are so stunned by the sight that you hardly pay attention to what the blonde is saying. “You taste so good, my darling.”
You stand on your elbows and glance at the man who is standing in between your legs. You can't help but gasp at the taunting as he starts giving you small small bites and kisses along your inner thighs. But you want him now.
“Oh Sanji, stop teasing for fuc-“
He didn't wait for you to finish the curse word before burying his face, pushing his tongue against your wet pussy, and licking a long, temptingly slow strip through your folds until he reached your sensitive bud.
In an attempt to create more friction, you thrust your hips into his mouth, and your left hand immediately settled on his blonde hair. Sanji found the ideal pattern to swirl his tongue over your clitoral region, leaving you panting for air.
He pushed two fingers deep within you, and you felt your walls clenching around them, sucking him in. His pace was fast, and he was still paying careful attention to your clit, leaving you close to the edge. You were a mess, and it wouldn't take long for you to cum. Yet you still needed him; you wanted more.
You sucked in a sharp breath and tried to block out the inappropriate sounds echoing through the kitchen.
“Sanji, p-please more”
"Use your words, my angel." You could see the glistening fluids from your pussy plastered on his chin when he pushed his head off of your thighs. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me, oh g-gods. I need you inside me." At your words, he groaned and took both of his fingers out to direct his cock at your entrance.
It wasn't difficult for him to enter since you were so soaked. At the feeling of it, you both simultaneously moaned. You felt completely filled; he just stood there for a while, waiting for you to get used to the size, until you signaled for him to start moving. It began off slow, but soon he started out moving his hips at a faster pace to satisfy both of you.
"You're perfect,” he moaned in two thrusts, and you had to put your hand over your mouth. “Look at you, taking my cock so well, oh darling.”
The hands on your hips let go and grabbed you under your right thigh, opening your legs and hitting you more deeply and faster. You thought you were seeing stars when he hit an exact spot inside your pussy that made you shout.
“Cum for me, my love. I know you want”
It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit you after that, your eyes rolled back and you let out a whine sound as you felt your walls squeeze his dick. He moaned along with you at the feeling and a few more thrusts and he came inside you.
Sanji's head fell directly to your shoulder, and you instinctively placed your palm in his blond locks. While the fluid was slowly dripping out of you, he continued to remain deep inside and breathe loudly.
He raised his head only to smile recklessly while glancing into your mouth. “So, do you still have a headache?”
Your hand reached out to push him, but you were helpless to suppress the giggles that came. He drew away from inside you but was still between your knees as he chuckled proudly.
“Do you think anyone heard?”
“I'm not sure, maybe when you let out that screa-" You slapped him on the shoulder to cut him off while embarrassed because of the probability. “Ok, ok my darling, next time we’ll find a more private place.”
“Next time, huh?
Sanji stood still with an anxious smile on his face; it was almost hilarious how someone so confident in themselves would respond in that manner. You wrapped his neck with both of your arms and gave him a quick kiss to reassure him that everything was fine.
"You should come to the kitchen more often, preferably alone.”
"And you should go shirtless more often too.”
"Only for you, my love.”
You gave him another kiss before leaving the counter, getting ready to go, and returning to the bedroom. Even though the night seemed to be becoming lighter, you were aware that there were still a few hours until sunrise. It was evident that there would be plenty of issues to address when you awoke, but for the time being, you were content, even though you were a little exhausted from the activities. As sleep came, all you could think of was Sanji and his smile.
From the moment it slides in, he throws his head back taking in the feeling, mere seconds feel like minutes as he soaks up how wet you are for him, he grips you tighter pulling you onto him so he can go deeper and you can feel the whole of his length, as you let out a moan when he reaches your capacity it ignites a fire inside him and determination fills his face, he wants that noise coming out of you again and again
He pushes inwards, you lean into him, your rhythms melt into one another, he whispers your name as the euphoria raises in his body…
You and him together in this moment, complete perfection, you were made for each other
Your bedclothes had long been kicked to the other side of the tent - even a thin cotton sheet felt like a heavy wool blanket.
Every part of you dripped with sweat - all around your hairline, the back of neck, behind you knees. Everywhere skin met skin, sweat.
You weren’t sure how long you had tossed and turned, but it felt like hours. Hours, slowly roasting in this endless, humid, heat .
You sat up, sighing in frustration, snatching up your waterskin and uncorking it.
You drank deep, gulping down mouthfuls of tepid water, but it did nothing to cool you. A dribble of water fell from the corner of your mouth and you felt it track down the side of your throat, over your chest onto your already damp shirt - but the water only teased, just as warm as the buckets of sweat already pouring off you.
Desperate, you pulled the drenched tunic off and threw it away, finding the tiniest shred of relief in being naked.
But it wasn’t even enough to take the edge off.
You reached for the flap of the tent, waving it back and forth vigorously to try and move the stuffy air around on this hellishly still night.
It only succeeded in making you feel warmer.
“Fuuuck,” you groaned, leaning back on your hands. You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, so desperate for respite you even contemplated prayer - praying for a miracle, for rain.
Hot.
It was all you could think about.
The awful, oppressive heat .
“What in the hells are you doing, waving- oh.”
You peeled your eyes open, unable to move with any vague hint of speed, and let your head loll forward to look in the direction of the voice.
It was Astarion. Leaning into your tent, his beautifully coiffed hair was a stark contrast to your own sweat-soaked strands.
His eyes were wide as they flicked back up to look at your face.
He had been staring. But you were far too hot to give even half a fuck about modesty.
His brow twitched slightly, looking at your face. You knew you must look a right mess; flushed red and naked, a sheen of sweat across your body, and utterly exhausted.
“Are you alright?” he asked, kneeling down inside the tent, one hand still holding back the flap “You look… ill.”
“It’s hot. So. Fucking . Hot. How do you not feel it?”
His shirt laces were completely undone, letting his shirt hang open to expose even more of his chest than usual. But he was still somehow able to wear clothes without a drop of sweat darkening them.
“You forget darling, the weather doesn’t run afoul of me nearly so easily as it does you.”
He reached out a hand to cup your burning cheeks, and the chill sensation was so sweet that there was no holding back the soft moan that escaped you as your eyes fell closed.
Finally, finally .
Relief.
“Gods below, if I knew it was that easy to make you moan…” he trailed off.
You forced your eyes open again, staring back at him, and you could see his pupils blown wide and his lips parted ever so slightly. You lent forward, catching him by the wrist as he pulled his hand away.
“Please,” you breathed, gently tugging his hand towards your face again. “Please, I just need some relief. So I can sleep.”
He relented, placing his palm against your forehead, and you sighed. His touch on your skin felt like being sanctified, like being dipped in cool water. Maybe the gods had answered you after all.
“If it’s relief you’re after…” he breathed, shuffling forward. “I might know a solution.”
He crowded into you, forcing you to lie back down, but you caught his arm as he knelt over you.
“If you’re meaning… Astarion, I wasn’t asking for… I’m just so hot, that's all.”
“I know what you meant darling. And yes, you are .”
“I thought you hated puns,” you said, unable to hold back the little laugh that escaped your chest.
“Shhh,” he soothed, laying down beside you and propping himself up on his elbow. He brushed the backs of his fingers over your cheek, and whispered, “the heat’s made you delirious. You poor little thing.”
You sighed into the touch, offering him a gentle smile in thanks. It was so beautifully cool, and your feverish body ached for it.
You reached out to place your hand on his neck, your thumb brushing the corner of his jaw.
“I’m serious, Astarion you don’t have to–”
“I want to.”
Astarion grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his mouth so he could place a kiss on your palm before returning it to his neck, slightly leaning into the touch.
He ran his fingers along your jaw and mirrored your touch, his fingers brushing the base of your hair. That cool sensation and slight relief was answered by a dull heat rising in your core, a sweet and familiar hunger.
Astarion’s fingertips trailed from your neck down to your chest, along your sternum, and his knuckles brushed the lower swell of your breast. Cold fingertips ghosted over your nipples, making your back arch and your eyes flutter closed of their own accord.
His hand moved further down, his palm sliding over your belly to your waist, trailing down along your hip and over your thigh.
Your body grew tense with anticipation, and the increasing warmth between your legs was curious for his touch.
But suddenly, his hand was gone, and you opened your eyes, tamping down disappointment.
“Sit up,” he said, shucking off his shirt and pants, and he patted you on the shoulder.
You did as you were told, and he shuffled around behind you, his legs caging your body.
Astarion moved in close, pulling your hips into him until your back was flush with his chest.
Another half-stifled moan escaped your mouth as he curled himself around you, and you lent into him, his touch like cool water running along the backs of your arms, the sides of your legs.
“Is that better, darling?” he asked, his breath ghosting over your neck, a cool breeze on a hot day delighting your skin and making it prickle.
“Yes,” you breathed. “Gods, yes , thank you. I finally feel like I can think again.”
Just as you began to relax into his touch, his hands curled around your waist, making your breath hitch and your body stir. One hand travelled up to cup your breast, while the other trailed down to feather over your belly, your thigh.
“Mm, and what are you thinking about?” he whispered, his voice like velvet.
He pressed a soft kiss just behind your ear, his lips lingering there.
“How good this feels… how I want…” you said, your mouth feeling suddenly dry. “How I want more.”
His hand toyed with the soft downy hair at the crest of your legs, teasing, before running along the seam of your thighs with just the hint of a suggestion.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head darling. This is only the beginning.”
You let your legs fall apart, offering him greater access to where you craved his touch, hopeful. The soft caress on your leg became a firm grip, and you gasped as he pulled your leg up and over his, splaying you out fully. His for the taking.
“Mm, you open up so easily for me, don’t you?” he murmured, trailing kisses down your neck.
Already you could feel that sweet ache in your core, that throbbing desire for more and more and more.
His fingertips ghosted between your legs, featherlight touches over the wet heat bringing no relief, only lip-biting anticipation.
“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” he breathed.
Astarion’s hand on your breast moved upwards, flat to your chest with his fingers splayed, holding you tight against him. You pressed your arm over his, twining your fingers together, and you could feel your heart pounding beneath them.
“Yes… I’m all yours,” you whispered. And you were. Anywhere he wanted to touch was already his, unequivocally.
Finally, his fingertip found your clit and you gasped, fighting the urge to buck up into his touch. He rolled it aching slowly, and you could feel the pressure building in your core already, desperate for more but wanting to make it last.
Astarion kept up his careful ministrations without deviation until you started to writhe against him, your hand grasping against his thigh in a silent plea. You could feel him growing hard against your ass, and suddenly all you could focus on was the thought of him inside you.
“Tell me what you want dear,” he purred in your ear, his voice sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine.
“I want you , Astarion. Anything you’re willing to give.”
He huffed a sharp breath and pressed another kiss to your neck, his hand on your chest pulling you even tighter against him.
You whimpered as his fingers left your clit, but sound was cut off as a fingertip pressed against your opening, dipping into the slick heat before trailing back up to your clit.
His touch was firmer now, and your breathing came faster as he teased you towards the edge of pleasure.
He kissed your neck, open mouthed and wet, as he teased two fingers over your folds and spread them open, before pressing one inside.
You bit your lip to stifle a moan at the delicious pressure of his finger slipping deep inside, your grip on his thigh tightening. His finger curled up, caressing that sweet spot inside you and your hips bucked, craving more and more and more.
“Please,” you gasped.
“Please, what?” he said, lips against your neck.
“More. Please, give me more.”
He chuckled slightly, and you could feel the rumble of it against your back, the delicious sensation teasing you even further into pleasure.
Astarion removed his finger from you, and you whined at the loss until he brought his hand to your mouth, and pressed against your parted lips.
You acquiesced, opening your mouth wider so he could push inside. You licked and sucked at them, tongue swirling over them with a soft hum of pleasure.
He pulled away slowly, almost like he didn’t want to leave, and returned his hand between your legs.
He brushed his fingers over your clit again, the slick sensation making you sigh. You looked down, watching his careful movements, his fingers sliding back and forth over you and teasing all the while.
And then he pushed two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out ever so slowly to meet the rolling of your hips, working you open until he could press a third inside. He caressed that sweet spot inside with the tips of his fingers as his palm pressed against your clit, massaging it with the movement of his hand, forcing sweet little moans from your lips.
You could feel that heat coiling in your belly, tensing your muscles as your orgasm slowly built.
“May I?” he asked against your neck. “You taste ever so sweet when you’re in the throes of pleasure.”
“Yes,” you answered quickly, barely letting him finish the question.
The hand on your chest moved up to the top of your throat, holding your chin up and making space for him to mouth over your neck, kissing and licking and sucking. His grip pressed into the sides of your neck, just enough pressure to make your head feel light and heighten the sensation of his touch between your legs. His teeth pressed lightly against your throat as the pace of his fingers slowly increased, the anticipation of what came next almost as pleasurable as the firm pressure of his touch.
You were drawing closer and closer to the edge, every part of your body tensed to chase that little death, holding out just long enough for–
Sharp pain shot through your neck as he bit down, quickly giving way to pleasure as laved over the wound, lapping up your blood like the world’s finest wine.
That was it. Your hips writhed against his hand as you tumbled over the edge into pure bliss, a soft cry of ecstasy falling from your mouth.
His fingers slowed, still pumping in and out ceaselessly, his palm pulled slightly away now from your sensitive clit.
His mouth never left your throat.
As you came back down you still felt little shocks of pleasure run through you as he kept up his movements.
As you started to still again, he pulled his fingers away and you sighed in relief as your legs fell closed again.
He pressed one final, lingering kiss your neck and then both hands were on your hips, pushing you away.
“Oh, okay, thank you, I–”
“Ah, ah,” he tutted. “Don’t think we’re done so soon, pet. On your knees.”
You compiled easily, the relief making you obedient, and you moved up onto your knees between his legs.
“What a pretty picture you make, sitting there ready for me.”
Oh.
He moved behind you, and it sent a slight breeze over your exposed sex, making you shiver. One of his hands splayed over your hip, kneading your ass, pushing and tugging and making you quiver under his attentions.
And then he was kneeling behind you, one arm around your chest with his hand on the base of your throat, pulling him flush against you. With his knees, he nudged your legs further apart as his free hand moved between them once more, pulling a sharp gasp from you. You looked down, watching his fingers trail over your thighs and roll over before disappearing inside you, slipping in easily and causing a flutter in your belly. Even now, just moments later, you could already feel that heat coiling again.
He pulled away, leaning back ever so slightly to line up his cock between your legs, rolling his hips slowly to spread your slickness over it. You could almost indulge in the sweet, soft pleasure of it for hours, but you hungered for more, trying to angle your hips within his tight grasp to guide him inside.
“Ever so eager, darling,” he purred, pressing a kiss to your neck.
He knelt back, pulling you down with him to sit in his lap, and loosened his grip so he could trail kisses down along your shoulder. His hand on your throat moved down to your hip, pushing you up and over ever so slightly. His other hand moved between you, and as he pulled back on your hips you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance.
With both his hands on your hips, he pulled lightly against them in silent encouragement. You pressed down, relaxing and letting him in, feeling his cock push against the slight resistance until just the tip sank inside. You stilled, acclimatising to the new sensation, drinking in the sweet, quiet gasp from Astarion.
Then, you pressed down further, a constant, glacially slow movement all the way until he bottomed out inside you and filled you up perfectly.
A guttural groan escaped your lips, almost drowning out Astarion’s own. It was pure, pure pleasure.
You basked in it, still for just a moment until Astarion’s hands on your hips urged you upwards again.
You pulled away from him, kneeling up until you came almost all the way off, relishing in the almost overwhelming sensation of his cock sliding inside you, before pressing back down, faster this time.
Again, his hands urged you up. You tilted your hips back, so as he pulled you back down his cock brushed against the sweet, sensitive spot inside you, making you cry out at the delirious sensation.
Astarion pushed your hips up once more, this time meeting you with a thrust as he pulled you back onto him, and he built up a languid, torturous pace.
Gentle little moans fell from your mouth with every thrust, twining with the beautiful little sighs and bitten back noises coming from Astarion.
Your fingertips found your clit, rolling it in just the way you liked, that pressure building in your core once again. The hot, filthy sounds of pleasure and skin slapping filled the tent, and your focus narrowed to the growing heat between your legs as you pushed closer and closer to bliss once more.
Your free hand moved to your hip, to twine your fingers with Astarion’s, and he gripped even tighter.
“Ah, yes.. Fuck. Are you going to come for me again? Let me hear it.”
And that was all it took.
Pleasure tore through you, a harsh cry ripping itself from your throat as you fell into ecstasy again.
You continued to roll your hips over him, riding through the aftershocks until you felt him tense beneath you, his grip tightening on your hips as he came with a shuddering sigh. You fell forward, your hands catching you on the ground, and it was all you could do to breathe and try to come back down.
His grip loosened, instead petting over your hips, your ass, your thighs.
As your breathing finally returned to normal, you knelt forward and pulled off completely, shuffling off from him. You grabbed for your discarded tunic, cleaning you both off half heartedly before turning to face him.
He had lain back down, his hands tracing patterns over his torso as he stared up at the tent, a languid smile on his face. His eyes flitted down to look at you, and the smile grew into a wide grin, one hand reaching out for you.
“Come here. Sleep.”
You shuffled over to lay down beside him, laying your head against his chest as his arm wrapped around you.
“Thank you, Astarion, that was re-ahhh,” you said, interrupted by a yawn. You curled your arm over his stomach, hitching your leg up over his.
It was perfect.
His other hand gently stroked your arm.
“Shhh dear, sleep now.”
“I.. ah..” you started, unable to finish your sentence as you drifted off to sleep in a temperate bliss.
I’m blindfolded being directed towards the bed, I get sat down and I can’t see anything but I hear movement… it goes quiet… my breathing is deep and that’s all I can concentrate on until I feel a soft and cold object being drawn along my back and down my arms and then it’s lifted and brought back down as quickly as it was took, giving me a light whip on my hands… I jerk slightly but in a good way, this is done a few more times until I’m itching for more, I feel a hand graze along my cheek towards the back of my head and feel my hair being gripped, with a good grasp it gets pulled downwards until I’m lying down, my back in arched and I’m waiting anxiously for what would be next, I feel the same whip glide down my neck, across my boobs and down my stomach until a flick on my slit shocks me, my breathing speeds up, it goes quiet and then I feel my hands being grabbed and restraints being tied around my wrists, they are pulled upwards tightly and I can no longer move my arms around, my feet suddenly get pulled downwards and restraints are tied around my ankles, legs are forced spread apart and by this point I am very wet, the restraints are tight. I feel a finger run up my leg and teasing around me, I bite my lip ready for something to be inserted but instead I hear a vibration, it tickles me around the edges first and slowly goes around the clit until I’m begging for it and then it massages it and my body is trembling then it gets pulled away, my body relaxes and a disappointed sigh gets let out.
It comes back and starts the motions off again and again and again.
I am dripping and so ready for it. I feel a hand again open me and something slides inside while something else massages the clit and I get so so close before it being pulled away… suddenly I hear pants being unzipped and feel someone climb onto the bed over me, I feel breath on my neck and then biting, teeth pierce my skin and as he drains me my eyes roll back and the feeling is euphoric. I can hear the pleasurable noises coming from him as the biting continues down my body until a warm wet sensation hits my clit and two hands grasp my arse tight. I get tense and closer and closer, one hand comes off my arse and comes towards me and enters me slowly adding more towards the pleasure, I don’t know how much longer I will last and then it speeds up and my clit is being sucked so hard. It’s too late my whole body tenses and I leave the bed soaking. After a smack across the arse I get flipped round so I am now lay on my stomach my arse gets lifted up so I’m on my knees with my face still buried in the mattress, the biting continues along my cheeks until I finally feel something bigger and harder entering me. This goes on getting faster and harder until neither of us can contain it any longer and all I hear afterwards is
You finish the page in your book that you have had to reread multiple times because your mind is elsewhere where, you are burning today, you wish he was here to curb your appetite but today is a day you will have to take care of it yourself. Your eyes are drawn to the cupboard where you keep those special toys for when he’s working away, you finish your tea, put the book away and go pick your apparatus for tonight.
After choosing the sparkly vibrator you wish you had Gales mage hand to help but unfortunately it’s all you tonight. You make your way into the bedroom, shut the door, lift up the silk sheet which sits on the perfectly made bed and climb in. The thoughts of Gale and all the nights you have spent together since the wedding flood your mind and your more ready than ever, you tease yourself slightly letting it vibrate up your thighs until you can feel yourself getting wetter and hungrier. You can tease no more and allow yourself to feel the soft vibrations on your clit.
After pleasing yourself for a few minutes you are so lost in how good this feels you don’t hear the front door opening and then closing, there’s soft footsteps approaching the bedroom but all you can hear is your own gentle moaning and occasionally the name Gale whispered breathlessly from your lips. Gale enters the room and see’s you in a situation he is eager to join. He drops his books and gets down on his knees, he crawls up the bottom of the bed until his lips meet your thighs and hands grab your hips. You jump and gasp not realising who it is until you open your eyes and look down, but instead of moving you feel as if those fantasies you was seeing in your head have come to life.
‘I can’t believe you was doing this without me’ Gale exclaims, as you explain your longing for him tonight it only makes him want you more, he starts to crawl upwards as you slowly take of his top. His lips meet yours,
‘I’ve waited all day to taste you, now you are going to sit back and let me educate you’
His face meets your neck softly at first and getting fiercer after each kiss, he cups your breasts and places your nipple in his mouth, the feeling sends tingles down your legs, you agree it is so much better with him involved. He gives your breast a couple gentle bites at first until your pelvis moves and bumps into him abit, you can tell that awoken something and the bites get a bit harder, leaving little bruises. He carries on down your body until he gets to your navel, he teases his fingers on your thighs and you let out a short gasp which signals him that he is doing all the right things. As his mouth gets lower your ready and hungry for him to taste you so you lift your pelvis to him and he takes the opportunity to put his hands underneath and grip your butt and it gives him perfect leverage to bury his face in you.
The feeling is insatiable and you can’t get enough, you don’t want him to stop so you lift your torso up slightly to grab his hair but before you know it there is a grip around your throat holding you to the bed and adding to the feeling, Gale had conjured the mage hand to hold your neck and keep you in place. You’re not going to be able to contain yourself for much longer, he’s going round and round in a quick motion and it feels incredible… you let out a moan and your whole body clenches around him, the mage hands lets you go and you feel the pulses traveling through your body. He looks at you like you are his most prized achievement and is very proud of himself.
He climbs back up towards your face and plants a passionate kiss on your lips, you can feel something hard in his pants eager to escape. You turn him over so now you are the one on top and you undo his belt and unzip his pants, you start to pull them down and he assists with a wiggling motion, you bend over and give him passionate kisses while your hands caress his chest and move further down.
You sit back up and ready yourself for his length, you lower yourself onto it slowly and his eyebrows curl in the middle and you know he loves this just as much as you do. You rock up and down for a while driving you both into a frenzy, he is captivated by you, you look up and you can feel yourself getting close again. He joins in the thrusting and his pace is quickened so he must be getting close too, you feel his hands on your hips pulling you down allowing himself to go deeper and deeper into you, the speed keeps increasing until you both let out a loud moan, his name is gasped from your mouth and he whispers in your ear of how amazing you make his name sound. You collapse on top of him both of you exhausted but exhilarated, he turns on his side to face you and looks you up and down, he explains how perfect you are to him and goes into great detail about all his favourite parts of your body.
At first this night was going to go very different but it turned into a night of passion and fun especially after he whipped out dragon chess during our rest breaks! I couldn’t have dreamed a better end to the week ❤️
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