Are you still innocent? (Bjorn X reader smut)
A/N; I didn’t know what else to do. I may have pushed my friend down a flight of stairs, spilled hot soup down my crushes pants and later fell over my dog, resulting in me falling onto my fat arse. Yay!
Summary; Bjorn likes you. A lot, and when his blood is up, you want to help him …
Warnings; Blowjob .smut. Oral, fingering, kissing.
“Are you still innocent?” He demanded, and his breath was heavy and hot against you’re face. His hand reached out to close you against the cold stone walls, “W-What … I don’t understand. What do you mean,” You spluttered and Bjorn gazed into you’re eyes, pushing you flat against the wall.
“Are you still innocent? Some warrior hasn’t wheedled his way into those lacy drawers of yours yet, has he?”
“N-No. I haven’t been touched, I am still a maiden. No man has shared my bed,” Bjorn reached out to caress you’re cheek. He smiled, “Good. A maiden you’ll stay, Pure and pretty as fresh-fallen snow. But tell me, My lady.” And he backed you up against the wall, as his fingers left searing spirals along you’re skin.
“Have you ever thought of me? Dreamt of me? Speak, girl. Tell me what you know I desire,” Bjorn pressed his lips to yours hungrily, fighting for dominance, and you complied.
“What is it you desire, ser.”
“Gods. You know what it is I want,” His mouth was sweet and intoxicating, making you dizzy from even the taste of his honeyed lips.
You gasped beneath his touch, as he swept you up in arms taut with muscle, and pulled you into his room. He pushed the door shut with you still in his arms, and dumped you unceremoniously onto the bed. Bjorn towered over you imposingly, and you shivered.
“Will it hurt?” You asked him, timid. Bjorn nodded, “Yes. I’ll be gentle, Y/N.” and you looked up at him.
“I’m scared.” You whispered, and Bjorn scratched his jaw. He thought for a moment, palming his bulge absentmindedly, whilst you wriggled around on the bed. Then, He spoke.
“There are other things,” Bjorn told you. You cocked you’re head, “Wil it hurt too?”
“No. It won’t hurt. You’ll stay a maiden, Y/N. I promise you.”
That was it, you’re reason for trusting him. He had promised you something, and Bjorn never broke his promise.
You leant back on his bed of furs and velvet, as he sat down on the large wicker chair in his chambers. He pulled off his breeches, gesturing to his cock with his hand. “Well,” He prompted and you walked towards him slowly. His chest was tattooed and well-muscled, and you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him there, on his toned midriff, all the way up, and then back down.
Bjorn pulled you from you’re thoughts with a kiss, “Sit between my legs.” He instructed, and you did as he bid. He took in his hand his cock, and it pulsed. You gulped, “What do I-”
“Hold it in you’re hand.” His eyes were needy and longing, and in his voice lingered something carnal, something desperate. You circled his base with you’re hand tentatively, “Am I doing it right?”
“Yes, Oh gods.” He flung his head back when you slid you’re hand up and down his velvet shaft, and then … you darted out and licked a wet stripe from his shaft all the way up to his leaking tip. Bjorn cussed, “Fuck!” and you giggled sheepishly.
You placed a kiss towards his swollen tip, and then slid it between you’re plush lips, watching his face for any signs of dislike or discomfort. Instead, he was groaning and gasping, stroking you’re hair with his hand, the other holding the arm-rest of the wicker chair so tightly you thought it would break.
Bjorn jumped when you bobbed slowly up and down, taking him all the way in, gently minding you’re gag-reflex, before ignoring it all together and pushing him to the hilt. Bjorn made you stay there for a moment, “Shit. You’re good, girl. So fcking good.” and smiled lazily.
Whilst you licked at the curious slit at his cock-head and swirled sucking motions along his tip, you’re core coiled and burned. Slowly, hesitantly, Bjorn reached down to cup you’re mound, rubbing you’re clit with experienced fingers.
You bucked you’re hips, “Ah!” You cried, as he kept rubbing at the hard little button of flesh. A few more quick rubs and you came undone, panting and smiling, Bjorn smirking. He looked at you meaningfully, and bobbed you’re head up and down, returning the favour.
You swallowed him all the way down, as he thrusted himself into you’re warm, wet mouth, yelling you’re name, “So fucking good!” He roared, and spilt his seed in you’re mouth. You swallowed it, and Bjorn pulled you up from the floor.
You’re knees cramped and shook, yet you allowed yourself to slump lazily in his arms. Bjorn grinned at you, “You didn’t have to swallow it.”
“I thought ladies were pretty little maidens who did as their septa bid them … yet you just sucked my cock.” You slapped him on the arm, yet he smirked at you teasingly.
“I don’t think I can call you innocent anymore, My maiden.”
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