Dark!Rockstar!Geralt AU x Reader: Tour Life part 2
Dark!Rockstar!Geralt AU x Reader: Tour Life part 2
Tour Life part 1
Words: 1k
Rockstar!Geralt AU Masterlist
Tw: 18+, smut, dubcon, aggressive and controlling partner, daddy kink, if I’m forgetting any let me know!
A/N: You HAVE TO read the first part of Tour Life before reading this one and then the rest of the series can be read at random. I miss rockstar Geralt so cute little meanie love him sm. I’m super depressed so I haven’t felt like writing so sorry on the long gaps in updates. This explains the direct aftermath of Tour Life
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The high-pitched ringing of your alarm hadn’t done its job considering you were already awake. You’d been up laying in silence wrapped around the burley whiskey-smelling man who ruined you last night. He kicked down your door and forced himself in you just like most of his presence had been in your life: You resisting and him not taking no for an answer.
You had been silently counting the seconds to when your alarm would go off and you’d have an excuse to leave.
You slithered from his sweltering embrace; his body always ran hot and would nearly suffocate you in your sleep from his persistent need to be touching you even if you were both asleep.
Quickly you silenced your phone alarm before shakily stepping from the bed. You had to pretend like everything was normal. That last night never happened, that your separation from each other never happened. You couldn’t acknowledge him and what he had done while he was in your home sleeping peacefully.
Geralt’s drinking problem was no secret, not even to himself, and his drinking himself into a drunken stupor after nights like last.
Musk permeated from your skin as your body ached. You winced as you walked to the shower trying to hide the abuse you took the night before especially from a beast like Geralt.
The hot water soothed your nagging bones as you replayed the events that had taken place over the last 12 hours. Fuck. You always noticed a hidden dark side to Geralt, but you never saw it in action. Goosebumps raised across your skin even in the steaming stream as you remembered how easily you let him fuck you and how easily you fell to pieces for him.
A grimace replaced the guilt as you cleaned between your legs, the evidence of both of your releases remained. There wasn’t enough water to rinse away your shame though.
You reached out to the towel rack on the outside of the frosted glass of the shower door looking for your robe when a hand met yours, making you jump and almost slip on your ass.
“Wish you would’ve woken me up and we could’ve conserved some water together.” Geralt’s voice was huskier than normal from sleep.
You didn’t respond, only grabbing your robe and wrapping it around yourself before stepping out. You couldn’t think of a single thing to say to the stark nude man standing in your bathroom watching you like a hawk. You avoided eye contact in the mirror knowing he was staring at you and pretended his presence didn’t exist as you continue with your morning regimen.
Like an attention-seeking child, he wrapped his arms around your waist, towering over you from behind as he laid gentle kisses along the curve of your neck. A shiver maneuvered your shoulders as you tried to continue to ignore him. But in truth, you missed him dearly and wanted to pretend none of this happened and that you were together like your separation never happened at all.
“I need to get ready for work,” was the only thing you could force yourself to say as he fiddled with the strings of your robe trying to halt his lustful actions.
“Not anymore,” he undid the belt of your robe before dragging it off your damp skin. “Called in for you and said you were sick and couldn’t come in the rest of the week.”
You scoffed. “You can’t just do that Geralt! That’s my job.”
“Don’t worry,” he pressed his growing length against your ass. “You won’t be working there any longer anyway.”
You attempted to swat him away. “What the fuck, Geralt? I’m not leaving my job.”
“Do you really want to attempt to defy me? Even after last night?” You froze at the implication. “I’m going to take care of you, you won’t be working. I need you at my disposal at all times.”
A sob built in your throat at the impending danger of his threats you knew he’d follow through with. If Geralt was one thing (besides being an ass) his word meant something, especially to you.
“No tears my love.” He purred, pushing your hips against the bathroom counter and bending you at the waist. His slithering hand pushed between your thighs, his rough fingers stroking over your folds. “I’m just trying to make you feel good, don’t make me look like the bad guy here. Spread your legs.”
He cast his other hand on your shoulder pushing you further down as you widen your stance, your breath fogging the bathroom mirror with each exhale. Although his gaze was too busy admiring your ass you still looked at him in the mirror, even with your eyes rolling back every few seconds as his fingers expertly were able to find what they were in dire search for.
It seemed like an alien or some unearthly creature took control of the man you never stopped loving as he ruthlessly showed up last night slamming on the door and having his way with you. But a part of you knew this was somewhere deep in Geralt, that he was capable of doing such a thing. He’d always been outrageously aggressive and possessive and although it turned you into most of the time there was a flash of you that was scared of him even before last night.
His hand left your shoulder to join his other hand by sliding his fingers into your weeping channel but you didn’t dare reposition yourself. You knew better than to defy him in the slightest when he was like this.
“I can’t imagine how much this pussy has missed me.” His fingers curled inside you, spilling a moan from your lips as he circled your clit. “No one can fuck you as I can. No one will ever know your body the way I do. I own this cunt and I’m never letting you get away again.”
“Fuck, Geralt.” You gasped as your head threw back with your eyes shut as you blissfully came on his speeding fingers. The flash of pleasure that coursed through your veins had you gripping the white countertops on for dear life.
Even though the bathroom fan you had left on during your shower you could still hear how wet you were. The sounds were so obscene it made you blush. “That’s my girl.” He hummed pulling his fingers from you. A whimper fled your lips at the separation of the two of you. He quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. Your moan sounded almost as vulgar as the rest of you. “God you feel so fucking good.”
He looked at you through the mirror, his eyes blown out in feral desire as he fucked relentlessly inside. “You like that? You like when daddy bends you over and fucks you stupid?”
Breathlessly you nodded with your lips agape as moans left your lips like a string choir. “Say it.” He demanded.
“I like it…when daddy bends me over…and fucks me stupid.” You cried as he lit your body ablaze with the way he thrust into you.
Geralt roughly forced your thigh up resting your knee over the bathroom counter giving him more of an advantage as he fucked you. His hand slid back around your hips down through your mound, finding your throbbing clit again.
His now abandoned hand found its way through your hair, still damp at the ends despite not washing it in the shower, his fingers snaking their way around the root of your scalp. Geralt pulled your hair from the base, your neck limp in his grasp like grabbing a baby kitten by its scruff.
“You look so good getting fucked.” He groaned in your ear. You could only breathlessly nod, incapable of forcing any other form of expression. “I’m gonna fill you and fuck you every day, your cunt will always be getting abused by daddy. It’s mine to violate regardless of your pleas.”
“Don’t stop, I'm gonna c-cum.” You yelled as the tight band inside you snapped back. You crumbled in his hold as you came, tears filling your eyes as he encouraged you through your release.
Geralt continued to strum your clit until your hips bucked from the sensitivity before pulling away, it’s like he always knew what you needed when you needed it. “Open your fucking mouth.” He commanded, you recognized the huskiness in his voice as he was close to his own edge.
As soon as your lips spread he delved the two fingers he used to make you cum twice already in your mouth. “Taste your perfect cunt. Taste what a fucking slut you are.”
He forced a gag from your throat as his two fingers traveled down your tongue. He grinned maliciously at your embarrassing heave before leaving the back of your throat and grabbing the outside of your jaw with the rest of his hand. His grip holding your mouth open with the two fingers curling inside your mouth behind the bottom teeth to meet the rest of his other fingers on the outside, forcing your jaw open like he was trying to pry something from a dog's mouth.
His thrusts grew feral as his breathing got heavier and heavier in your ear before leaving a deep groan in place of his expression as he let go of the telltale signs of his orgasm.
He let go of his hand from your mouth as his hips finished riding out the rest after his release. As he pulled his cock out you immediately felt the cum he filled you to the brim with beginning to run down your thigh.
“Guess I’ll join you since you’re going to need another shower.”
After your bathroom escapades, you found yourself sleepily crawling back into bed, secretly glad he called in for you today. Your body felt sore beyond belief and you’re not sure if you could even take leaving the house right now let alone to work.
A pair of sweatpants he left at your place you had been hoarding onto secretly hung loosely along his hips, the happy trail guiding from his grown to the hairy expanse of his chest. Something about his outgrown chest hair just did something to you to make you insatiable. He sipped from one of your mugs, this one from your last family vacation with the name of the city on the side, sipping coffee like he was playing domestic.
“We’ll start packing for you to move in with me tomorrow and you can call your landlord and let him know you’ll be breaking your lease and moving by next week.”
Your eyes shot open shaking all the exhaustion from your body. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Well, I finally got you back. I can’t trust you not to run away so you’ll be moving in with me to keep an eye on you.”
Granted the rockstar lived in a lavish and oversized dream home but you weren’t ready. You weren’t ready for any of this. “No, I won’t-“
“No arguing baby.” He clicked his tongue, the bed dipping down as he sat beside you. “I meant what I said. You’re my pet, I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight or escaping me. Plus the idea of a collar and leash around your neck really turns me on.”
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A/N: Rockstar Geralt make brain go brrr
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Pairings: (dark!)Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Summary: Reader teases the wrong man
Warnings: dubcon- oral sex (male receiving), misuse of the Wolf pendant
Word Count: under 700
a/n: Happy Birthday @sapphirescrolls❣️🧡 you and your words make this place more enjoyable!
It started with a coquettish action. Your eyes chased his over goblet rims, smiles hidden behind engraved filigree. Maybe it was the wine, the music, the crowded celebration that gave you the courage to play this game with him. Or perhaps it was the drunken ignorance to believe you could throw blood in an ocean and not expect an attack.
The broadness of his shoulders, the scarred veins descending his forearms to impossibly thick wrists, the shrewdness in his eyes, and the growl from his chest as you danced away again were all ignored warnings to stop toying with this witcher.
But the full awareness of how different Geralt was from others was further lost on you after downing another goblet. Naivety swam in your bloodstream with the idea you could enchant him for a few festive hours and ideally walk away like you did to other men.
Stolen castle corners, secret doorways to hidden alcoves; a flirtatious game of evasion that you found amusing was one he found annoying. The embroidered hem of your blue gown brushed away all sense and wisdom while you raced down the corridors. Your laughter floated past your shoulders gifting him a trail to follow.
By the end of the night, the tip of his cock was on the tip of your tongue. You choked on the repercussions of your teasing.
His rough palms were a vice around your cheeks, thick fingers anchoring the back of your neck.
Fragile, he thought, forcing himself further down your throat. Breakable.
“Look up,” Geralt commanded.
But you concentrated on his medallion instead, unprepared to face the consequences of your actions. Your fists crumpled the expensive material of your birthday gown as your misplaced confidence slipped and mixed down your throat with his precum.
A grunt with every thrust, the wolf medallion swung against his chest. He praised a husky, solemn 'fuck' when your tears dropped, wetting the backs of his palms.
Your knees, sore with embarrassment, ached from the stone floor as he speared himself deeper down your throat. His pubic bone smashed your nose- soap, salt- your eyes widened when his cock twitched above your tongue.
His balls tightened and rubbed your chin before he pushed your mouth away. Cementing his hand around your wrist, he pulled your arm up to cup his sac. Knocking you with his thigh, he signaled for you to squeeze.
Freeing the wolf medallion from his neck, he gestured for your other hand and pressed it in your open palm. Stroking himself above the silver disc, he jerked faster as you fondled him.
His thighs flexed and shook at his release. Deep groans filled the room, causing you to drop your head. Streams of warmth covered your skin- the wolf medallion coated in white.
With a sag of your shoulders, your arms dropped while you convinced yourself this would be over soon. White stains on rich fabric, the silver chain pooled in your lap.
The witcher watched the tension slowly leave your body, and a smug lesson clawed to the front of his mind. A pretty doe still too naive before the tip of a hunter’s sword.
“Listen, then do,” Geralt bowed down to your ear, taking back his medallion. “It might be your birthday but it’s my celebration.”
Your body stilled at his tone, deeper and more devious than before.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed loudly, the heavy chain hitting your chin. "Wider."
Trembling lips parted, allowing him to place the warm, salted metal in your mouth. Dirty actions doubled the weight on your tongue.
Silently pleased, Geralt ran his fingers over the corners of your mouth, painfully tracing the thin connection of your lips before slipping his thumb harshly inside. Humming at the promise of seeing you stretch elsewhere, he felt you struggle back a cough when forcing the stained medallion onto your tongue.
"Don't move."
More pressure. Another gag.
He pictured your taste buds holding the impression of his wolf on your tongue and relished how the chain dangled from your strained mouth.
The large bail rested on your bottom lip before he tapped the chain into motion, “Like a dirty, pretty pendulum.”
Hi :) Hope you're having a great day 😀 I wanted to request more chapters/drabbles for Rockstar Geralt. I'm loving this story. I'm not really sure what to request, so any idea that you have for the story, I want to read it. I saw in one of the chapters that you were thinking of writing this: the first spicy time together, first celebrity appearance, first fight. So yeah all of this. Also, their 1st date, stuff that happened before they got married. The proposal, the wedding. Etc. Thank you 😊
Dark Rockstar!Geralt Drabbles Request: The Firsts (pt 1)
Series Masterlist
TW: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, heavy drinking, marijuana use, pervy!Geralt, mentions the death of a relative, if I'm missing any please let me know!
A/N: Sorry I never fill requests in a timely manner I kinda don't know how to do things. But this is the cute 'firsts' pre Tour Life and if wanted I could do another series of firsts but for some darker themes. This is also pre-dilfification of Rockstar!Geralt and he hasn't gone dark yet. This isn't my best writing but these are just meant to be more like drabbles
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First Date:
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“What do I need to wear?”
“Preferably something lacy that doesn’t cover much. Maybe some thigh-high tights. Those really drive me wild.”
“Shut up before I change my mind and block your number.”
You looked over your closet with your phone to your ear, suddenly losing all fashion sense and not being able to put something together while talking to Geralt. “You need to tell me where we’re going so I can wear something.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “I’m picking you up on my motorcycle, that’s all I’m telling you.”
“Geralt,” you whined, skimming your fingers over your clothes. “Please don’t tell me you have something crazy planned. I know you have your niche aesthetic but I’m fine with something normal.”
“It just depends on if you view skydiving as something crazy.”
“Geralt, I swear to god.”
“I’m just teasing you.” He chuckled. “Don’t overthink it. I planned something tame, I don’t wanna scare you off.” He advised. “I’m gonna head out in a minute, send me pictures of some outfits and I’ll tell you whether or not they’ll fit the night.”
You murmured your goodbyes, unwrapping your robe from your waist. You looked at yourself practically nude. Ironic enough you were actually wearing something black and lacy underneath after just shaving shaving. Even though you told yourself you weren’t going to have sex with him tonight, you didn’t want to chance not being prepared.
You sent three different outfits to him, all purposely making an obnoxious face in the reflection of the mirror.
“The second one will be the most suiting for the evening. But I wanna see you wear those others at a different time. They look like they’d be easy to rip off you.” Geralt texted immediately.
A blush burned your cheeks at the thought of him tearing everything off of you, his large hands groping every inch of you he could get ahold of, his lips devouring your neck.
Proportionate wise you knew he was packing. A 6’6 man, burley and muscular, it was impossible for him not to be.
Waiting, pacing anxiously you felt like you were in high school nervous and waiting for your prom date to pick you up. You haven’t felt like this on a first date in a long time, he’s different, exciting, and for fucks sake sexy.
The vibrating of his motorcycle’s exhaust let you know he was here before you looked outside.
When his aggressive knock bounced at your door you hesitated where you stood, deciding to count to 45 seconds before opening the door. You didn’t want him to think you were waiting by the door for him like a pet missing its owner.
“God,” he smiled in awe looking you up and down, a bouquet of fresh-cut baby pink roses in hand. “That picture barely did you justice.” He wrapped his arm around your waist with his other hand, forcing you to flush against him.
As he took your breath away in shock he quickly pressed a kiss to your lips, the feeling of his stubble and the scent of his expensive cologne made you weak in the knees. “You ready to go?”
Your eyes fluttered in synchronization with your heartbeat. “Um, yeah let’s, um, go…” you fumbled, dazed from the way he fit perfectly to you like a puzzle piece. You quickly set his flowers on the end table inside by the front door before following him to his bike.
“I only have one helmet.” He pulled it from the back railing of the motorcycle. “I’m making you wear it.” He commanded before sliding it over your head.
He brushed his large callused fingers under your jaw as he clicked together its strap. “You should wear it, you’re the one driving.” You protested.
Geralt chuckled faintly under his breath. “I don’t wear it in the first place. And even if I did your safety is the most important thing to me, do you understand?”
You tried not to whimper at the arousing command in his voice as you nodded. “No, I need to hear you say it. I’ll always keep you safe, no matter what.”
“Y-Yes, I understand.”
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“God, I’ve never seen anything like this sky in years.”
You were glad he approved of the outfit that wasn’t heels and a dress. You rode on your dad’s motorcycle as a kid, and you knew that skirts and open-toed shoes don’t mix well.
“I’m glad you like it, I knew you would.”
When Geralt had pulled his motorcycle to a popular lookout point that showed all of the chaotic city you felt nervous at the exclusivity he was planning.
During the daytime, this was a distinguished designation was occupied with hikers. But it was desolate at night. You then realize there was no one near to hear you scream, you were at his complete disposal and you couldn’t deny him of anything. Celebrities don’t go to jail for murder, OJ Simpson proved that already. You forced yourself to change your thought process. He’s not going to hurt you, he wants you, and he said himself he would protect you at all costs.
He led you to a pre-prepared picnic set up, a flanneled sheet with a basket filled with champagne, glasses, and strawberries on its edge. The air felt amazing as the night grew darker and the wind blew swiftly around you. You felt like you were in a Romance Novel.
He listened to you talk, begged you to tell him everything even. He wanted to know everything about you, he said. That he adored the way you spoke with articulation and grace. It was one of the first times you were on a date and not worried about speaking too much of yourself.
“I’ve never taken anyone here before.” He chimed as his eyes looked at you only even though you were watching with fascination at the city view. “It just feels different when I’m with you.”
“That’s the cheesiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” You laughed and he held a face of shock. “How many girls do you tell that to?”
“I mean it!” He claimed. His smile mimicked yours every time you grinned. “I don’t go on dates. I got out for drinks with a girl and just fuck in a bar bathroom or the car.”
“Damn not even classy enough to take a girl home first?” You took a drink, finishing off your glass of champagne trying to hide the flustering that grew at the casual mention of his sexual appetite.
“I don’t like the idea of groupies knowing where I live.” He shook his head. The wind spurred drawing you closer together. “Come here, look at the stars.”
You felt like you’d spent only minutes out there but as the witching hour hit you realized how much time had passed. His wild stories from his years of performing made you giggle and he liked hearing you talk about your family and told you he never knew his own.
When he dropped you off at home he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, the champagne faintly flavored his tongue, before you bid goodnight and you could see an ounce of disappointment in him that you hadn’t invited him inside but you wanted to see how much you could tease him on before either of you broke the tension.
First Time Together:
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Three casual hangouts, four other dates, hours and hours of phone calls, and nonstop texting. That’s how long it took for you both to break. At a certain point, it just became a stubborn game of tug of war to see who would give in first.
Breathing heavy with your back against the wall adjacent to the inside of your apartment’s door, the faint taste of the bourbon that accompanied your expensive meal at dinner on his tongue. His hands groped everything he could grab, starved and primal was the most accurate way to describe how it felt.
His lips had abandoned your own to devour your neck letting you catch your breath. Your arms were wrapped around him, limbs curling around each other like a tree. You thought you were going to combust with the way he made you feel. His teeth biting at your neck, his stubble tickling your skin, god it was too much.
“Please,” you whimpered out, the first thing either of you said since what was supposed to be a sweet kiss at the end of the date turned into the most feral sexual encounter you’ve ever had, and both of you were still dressed. “I need you, I can’t wait anymore.”
He abandoned your neck to kiss your lips again, using your back against the wall to hoist you around his waist. “Gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
You barely had one leg wrapped around his torso when the obnoxious ringing of your phone started going off tucked in your discarded purse. You both groaned as you unwrapped yourself from him to grab your bag with the intention of just silencing it and letting the rockstar rock your world the rest of the night.
Your sister’s contact is what surprised you. She’s got two kids and an infant, why was she calling you at 11 pm? You contemplated answering it before just declining the call and tossing it on the end table you keep beside your front door.
“Cmere,” Geralt grunted, pulling you back into his embrace. “Where were we?”
“I think we were heading to my bedroom.” Your grin bounced off his lips as he resumed pulling you towards the stairs leading to your room.
Halfway up the staircase, your phone started to ring loudly again. “I really have to answer it I don’t know why my sister is calling me so late.”
Six days later
You ached, you felt raw. An awful car ride home and you finally made it back to your apartment. The place was dark the way you had left it after receiving the late-night call from your sister that your grandma wasn’t going to make the night.
Geralt sped on his bike that night to get you to the airport where he gave you access to his private jet. Your jaw dropped at the thought of him owning a private jet, it seemed like something people only did in movies but he said technically it was the band’s and doesn’t get used unless they’re on tour. It was normally a four-hour drive but your sister made it clear you didn’t have that much time left and you cried harder at Geralt’s generosity giving you even just a few more minutes with her than you’d normally be able to have.
Geralt had met you back at the airport after landing, this meeting you in a sleek black sports car instead of a motorcycle. You didn’t know why he was doing this. He wasn’t your boyfriend, you had only just begun to get to know him. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, you didn’t want him to see you so fragile and come off clingy but it’s like he was expecting it and wanted you to be that vulnerable with him. His hand stayed clasping yours as the silence of the car was barely noticed with the rushing of your thoughts.
He carried your few bags inside for you even though you insisted on doing it yourself. You scoured around your apartment almost as if you had a plant that needed watering or a pet that needed to be fed but alas you didn’t you were just nervous to be alone with him. Geralt stood awkwardly in your bedroom, his large frame making it look like a doll house, next to where he placed your bags beside your dresser. “Do you want me to leave?”
You were sat solemnly on the bed when you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Please don’t go, Geralt. I need you.”
He quickly sat beside you on the bed consuming you in a drowning hug and it was all you needed as you buried yourself into his embrace. You swallowed back your tears, you’d done enough crying to last you quite some time.
You departed from his hold, looking up at him even though he was only sitting on the bed next to you he was still so much bigger. His hand found its way to gently cup your jaw, with the feeling of permanently calloused fingertips from years of playing guitar.
“I need you to make me feel better. Need you to take my mind off everything. I just need you.” Your words were quiet as a mouse but he wasted no time before consuming you fully into his embrace, pressing you on your back against the bed.
Your heart had already begun to race rapidly as a tingling heat occupied between your thighs, you had barely started and you were already throbbing for him.
Your black dress of mourning pulled up past your tummy giving him all the room he needed before sliding his hand in your panties, a desperate moan leaving his lips at the sensation of you. Shaving had been the last thing on your mind the past few days but he was dying to have you. He couldn’t care less about something as silly as hair that made you feel unconscious.
You wrapped your arms around his burly tattooed neck, tugging at the neckline of his long-sleeved black shirt begging for him to remove it. You wanted to see all of him. He pulled away only for a moment to fill your wish before resuming his attack in your underwear. Your fingertips dragged lightly down his muscular figure, a silver pendant hanging between his neck.
Your hands fumbled as you reached for his belt beginning to undo the straps when he stopped you. “No, I want you to cum before I fuck you. I want to make sure you’re relaxed enough to fit me. I’m going to make you cum over and over again. I’ve waited for you for so long.”
You could only nod at his lustful confession before he positioned your hands crossed above your head and kneeled on the ground beside the bed pulling your hips to the edge. Geralt wasted no time before his tongue rode up your pussy, dragging his tongue across your clit harder.
Your grip found itself between his long silver hair while the air left your lungs and he wrapped his strong muscular biceps over your thighs, forcing you to stay close to the edge where he wanted you.
Desperate cries bled from your lips as your hips bucked against him, his nose dragging against your clit as his long fingers slid inside of you, filling your fast. A gasp left your lungs as he joined sucking your clit with his fingers still committing their action.
He knew your body despite this being the first time he’d be with you. He was a professional with no hesitation to find where you needed him as if he’d watch you do it to yourself over and over again. But that’s crazy, right? There’s no way he could’ve been watching you when you were in bed alone fantasizing about the silver-haired brute.
You came fast, a desperate moan burning your throat that likely woke your next-door neighbors. You didn’t think you could moan like that and not be faking it. Geralt pushed you further into the center of the bed shedding the rest of his clothes before sliding his tight briefs down his thighs, his throbbing length flipping against his pelvis.
“Jesus Christ,” you gasped at the size and he had a small smirk on his face.
“Needed you to cum first so it wouldn’t hurt you,” he hadn’t even been in you yet and he was already panting and ready to break. This stoic man looked like he’d crawl across a mile of broken glass to be with you. “Plus I’ve wanted you too badly. I won't last as long in this first round.”
The casual implication of more than one round made your heart (and other parts) skip a beat.
You sat up from the position he had laid you in, his expression confused at what you were doing leaving the spot. “I’m just repaying the favor.”
“Another time,” his voice drenched in lust was barely audible; it was that deep. “This is about you. I want to cum in your tight cunt before anywhere else.”
The vulgar choice of language made you blush as if you weren’t completely naked spread for him, his muscular thighs propping your hips higher. “I’ve been tested since my last partner and I'm on the pill.” It seemed like an eternity ago since your inconvenient celibacy streak, you were starting to worry your hymen might grow back.
“I’m clean too,” the slick tip of his throbbing cock slid between your lips, gently gliding it over your clit drawing a moan from you. “Please let me fuck you raw, I need to feel you. I need to cum in you.”
“Please fuck me, Geralt.” You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him lower to you. His body language felt shocked by your chase to kiss him as if he wasn’t used to sex and kissing being included. You worried you’d overstep a boundary when you felt him slide in you.
You gasped against his lips at the burning sensation of his length stretching you out.
Geralt didn’t seem like a missionary guy. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t used to kissing during sex. When you thought of the brief relationship between groupies and rock stars you rarely imagined it being passionate, more like being fucked from behind. He wanted to see you, he wanted to taste you, he wanted you to taste yourself on his lips.
“You’re so fucking tight you’re killing me.” His once baritone volume switched to a faint whine once his thrusting pace. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m never letting you go.”
First Fight:
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You laid curled up in bed, listening to the rain and your ‘sad’ playlist. Your blankets curled to your chin as you replayed the scene over and over again.
You know you freaked out, but he just sat there. He sat there so unbothered like you didn’t exist. Like you were invisible to him.
You didn’t realize how hard you fell for him until now. You had never felt yourself get feelings like this for anyone else let alone this fast.
You wouldn’t be surprised if he just ghosted you instead of being a man and actually breaking up with you. He hadn’t contacted you since last night when you fought. Or maybe he would just send you a text saying ‘hey it was fun while it lasted but you’re a lot and this isn’t going to work.’ But maybe he was right.
God, you felt stupid. Your temper got the best of you but you caught them talking shit in the first place.
The night before:
You felt out of place surrounded by grungy rockstars with menthol cigarettes between their teeth, a faint mush permeating from each of them as you sat on their tour bus after a show playing a venue in their LA residency that still had your ears ringing. Conversations you couldn’t find yourself in because you didn’t fully understand. Geralt’s hand never left your thigh as he laughed amongst his bandmates. You felt more like a prop silently beside him. You hadn’t dressed properly for this, your outfit didn’t scream “I’m with the band/I’m a rockstar’s girlfriend”. Their judgmental eyes felt like daggers but maybe you were just being paranoid. You could be wearing a plastic grass hula skirt and Geralt would swear you looked drop-dead gorgeous.
Your grip gently dented the can of White Claw into a triangular shape in your palm. You always faintly shaped your cans like this. You weren’t sure why maybe just a fidgety thing. You had seen Geralt drink before but this was different. He had been packing away hard liquor for an hour and just now started to show intoxication.
You tried to telepathically call your sister with a fake urgent request that would get you out of here but alas your skills weren’t up to par.
You had barely even noticed the knock on the door till one of the equally large band members stood to let them in. “Oh look it’s Destiny,” he cheered with a voice oozing intoxication. Geralt's body stiffened beside you, his hand squeezing your thigh tighter as he gave a scowl to his friend.
A woman in a red minidress and tattoos covering every inch of her arms and legs entered the bus and the way her eyes immediately locked to Geralt, you became scared of the history between them. She looked like a Rockstar’s girlfriend, you didn’t. “Geralt! Long time no see!” Her speech slightly slurred as if she had her own pregame before joining them. She stood in front of seated Geralt; you must’ve been given an invisibility superpower because she hadn’t bothered to notice you.
“Destiny,” Geralt mumbled with a faint nod of his head. His body language fed like he dreaded this confrontation.
Fuck. Were you the other woman? Acid was building up in your esophagus waiting for answers.
“You looked really sexy on stage tonight,” she purred brushing her knee against his. “I’m wearing that dress you love so much, did you notice?”
You wanted to leap from your seat and run out of the bus at a speed only possible in cartoons but Geralt held your thigh down, he could tell you wanted to flee.
“No, honestly I didn’t.” He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly.
“You didn’t answer my Instagram DMs.” She gave a childish pout.
“I don’t check my requests,” his condescending tone made you internally giggle while you were simultaneously still struggling not to cry in front of everyone. “I have a girlfriend now, sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” You scoffed, whipping your head towards him. “You’re sorry you can’t spend the night with her because you’re burdened with me?” You were being extra but you were too tipsy and bored to do otherwise. You just wanted out of this fucking bus. You just wanted to go home.
This was the first time you really came to realize the vast difference between you and Geralt. Your lives, your styles, your vices, you don’t know how you’ve been able to keep him interested when his life is like a movie every day of the week.
“Oh!” She looked shocked. “Sorry babes honestly you looked like a roadie like anytime I would visit Geralt after shows he’d be all over me so I couldn’t even tell with you. But I love that casual outfit look. it’s so cute on you.” Her insults were identical to those popular high school girls and you thought about fucking kicking her.
“I’m gonna go,” you grunted digging your nails into Geralt’s hand on your thigh and quickly swinging your purse over your shoulder once you stood. You just needed air, this was all too much. The bus only smelled like weed and sweat and music was playing loudly on the speakers bringing a headache on that alcohol wasn’t helping.
“Oh my god did I make you uncomfortable babes, I’m sorry you feel that way.” Destiny continued to give an obnoxiously fake pout the smell of cheap perfume clouded her as you walked past.
“Eat glass bitch,” you scoffed looking at her. “What kind of a fucking hooker name is Destiny, can you get any more cliche?”
You ignored Geralt’s protests as you left the bus, digging through your bag for your phone to order an Uber even if it was going to be crazy expensive to get back home. At this point you’d pay thousands to be out of this situation.
“Wait!” You heard Geralt call out after you as he followed behind. Your pace became faster, the sole of your shoes clocking against the wet blacktop of the parking lot behind the venue dedicated to bands and workers. His large hand pulled at your shoulder catching up to you surprisingly fast.
“You sat there fucking quiet as a mouse,” the vein in your forehead surely protruded like it did when you got angry. “She’s right; I don’t belong in your world.” You impatiently glanced at the confirmed Uber order only a few minutes away, likely waiting for rides to come in from drunk concert attendees needing a ride home.
“It’s not like that,” he sighed looking like the alcohol hit him all at once when he chased after you. “I’m just drunk and a bit stoned-“
“I can’t.” You interrupted. “I have a real job and I can’t just spend my nights off hanging around your rockstar friends who look at me like I’m fucking nothing!”
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“He was just a phase.” You heard your sister’s voice in your head again after your phone call to her in the morning to update her. “You really should start to settle down. You’re not in college anymore. Not to sound like mom, but this is the prime years to find a husband.”
You hated the way she worded it all but she wasn’t wrong. You wanted to be married in a house you owned with a white fence and maybe a kid. It was in your 5-year plan. He wasn’t going to settle and you knew that. Men like that don’t need to settle down they’ll have girls lined up down the block for him till he’s 90.
Your anxiety meds made you exhausted, at least it was better than pacing and crying. You nuzzled further in your blanket and shut your eyes. It was a dumb fling, you’ll move on.
A strike of thunder startled you awake, the room now dark as dusk painted the sky a deeper hue. You aimlessly reached your nightstand, fiddling with your lamp till you switched it on. The soft light filled the black room revealing the intruder sitting on the chair beside your vanity.
“For fucks sake Geralt!” You screamed clutching your hand over your heart, shooting up out of bed.
The silent giant sat brooding on a plush chair two sizes too small for him his teeth bared into his knuckle.
“God, you’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack!” You ran your hands over your face trying to catch your breath. “What the fuck are you even doing here!”
“I’m not letting this end.” His words came out of him as if he were hollow inside pain being the only thing that filled him. At a better look at him, the bags under his eyes were exaggerated and his permanently wild hair looked unmanaged. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. I don’t care I’m not letting you end this.”
“How did you even get in here?” You pulled the comforter off and got out of bed as he remained seated.
“I broke the lock,” Geralt muttered so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just confessed to a borderline crime. “I figured you’d be asleep you hadn’t been active on any of your social media in a couple of hours and you told me one time that the rain makes you tired.”
A scoff left your lips in shock. You maneuvered around the bed to stand in front of him. “That’s really creepy.” Secretly you were blushing on the inside at the dedication he was desperate for knowing what you were doing and he remembered minuscule details like that.
“We’re not breaking up.” He stated before standing from his small seat. “I’m not letting you go, I don’t care what you say.”
“Geralt,” You sighed scratching at your neck as you looked up at him. “We’re just too different it’s not gonna-”
Geralt interrupted your tangent by kissing you forcefully, his large hand wrapped at the base of your neck. “Shut up,” He grunted.
“You can’t just kiss me and make a-all our problems go away.” You stuttered as you recuperate from his taking your breath away.
“Shut up and get on the bed so I can show you how badly you need me.”
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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the update even if the writing is a bit dry I'm trying to work on putting out more stuff instead of just leaving it in my drafts till it magically becomes perfect. Also, I realized this fic gives major Hades and Persephone vibes and I think that's why it's so loved which makes me happy since I work with their deities.
