If you write for Geralt then some smut please 🤤🤤🔥
“don’t forget who you belong to” AND "Bed. Now."
That will be good 🤩
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Pairing: Geralt x (female) Reader
Summary: you have some light-hearted flirty banter with Jaskier, only Geralt doesn’t think it looks so light-hearted… So Geralt makes it his mission to remind you that you’re his and his alone
Warnings: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), Dom!Geralt, rough sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms / overstimulation, minors DNI
A/N: LEA YOU ANGEL THIS IS MY FIRST GERALT SMUT AND IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE FOR HIM FOR SO LONG SO THANK YOU SM!!!😮💨😩 Also these prompts just exude Gerald energy, such good picks bestie!! Hope you like it✨🖤
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
You laugh at Jaskier’s latest witty comment, your drink nearly spilling. The two of you fall into each other as you attempt to control your laughter. You wipe a tear from your eye as you wheeze, finally calming down enough to breathe properly again.
You and Jaskier fall back into conversation again, laughing again every few minutes. Eventually the topic of Jaskier’s fancy new red leather tailcoat is brought up. Yennefer is quick to scoff at it, thinking it to be rather gaudy.
“Ah Yen, I think it looks nice!” You defend. “Don’t listen to her Jask, it looks good on you.”
“Why thank you y/n” he bows sarcastically before winking at you. You smile fondly at him.
The whole tavern suddenly quiets as a chair scrapes loudly. You all spin round to see Geralt standing up from his seat across the room. You can see a visible tension in his shoulders, his whole body and face the perfect definition of brooding. He strides towards you, looking at you pointedly, before walking straight past you and up the tavern stairs.
Shit. You were in trouble now. You knew Geralt well enough to read the silent command in his eyes. The command that read follow me. Now.
The general noise of the tavern returns and you’re able to quietly excuse yourself from the company of Yennefer and Jaskier. You follow where Geralt had gone up the stairs. You knew you’d find him in the room the two of you had rented for the few nights you were staying in this location.
Sure enough you meekly open the door to the room to discover Geralt stood in the centre of the room waiting for you. You close the door quietly behind you before stepping towards Geralt. You could practically feel the fury radiating from him. You stop a few paces in front of him when he shoots you a glare.
Geralt was a man of few words. Most of his communication you observed through his body language, and, having been together for years now, you knew how to read him quite well. You knew right now he was seething from how close you and Jaskier were. He was jealous, to summarise the point briefly. You also knew that trying to reassure him would do no good. He needed to work this through in his own way.
He moves to close the gap between you. He grabs the back of your neck roughly, pulling at your hair, forcing your head up to look at him, a small whimper leaving you. He leers down at you, a snarl on his lips.
Then those snarling lips are upon you. He kisses you roughly, your teeth clashing. You moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue harshly into your mouth. The kiss is messy, frantic, his mouth completely dominating yours, his teeth biting at your lips as he continues to hold you in place by the back of your neck. You’re about to wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer when he suddenly pulls his mouth of you, holding you away from him by your neck.
“Strip. Then on the bed. Now” is all he says. The growl in his voice lets you know there’s no room for arguing. He releases your neck and watches as you walk over to the bed. You stop to wiggle out of your dress, letting it pool to the floor around you, leaving you completely naked under the intense stare of Geralt. You hear a small satisfied “hmm” from him at the sight of your naked body.
“Lie down. Legs open” is his next firm instruction. You feel yourself get wet at his words. Oh you were in for trouble. And you could not wait.
You obey his instruction, climbing onto the bed and laying on your back, relishing the feeling of the furs on your naked skin. You sit up on your elbows as you open your legs for Gerald, baring your dripping cunt to him. You see hunger take over his yellow eyes as he walks towards the edge of the bed. He slots himself between your legs before running one hand down your leg. He doesn’t take his time with you. He wanted to claim you as his and he wanted to do it quickly.
His hand reaches your core and he immediately inserts one of his thick fingers inside you, your own slick allowing him to sink his finger in easily. Just as you moan at the sensation of that first contact he already inserts another, stretching you open with his thick digits. He fucks you hard and fast with his fingers, curling them forwards with each thrust, ensuring to hit your sweet spot. He then adds his thumb to the mix, placing it on your clit and circling in sync with his pumping.
“You think that idiot Jaskier can make you squirm like this?” He suddenly growls, applying extra pressure with his thumb in your clit. The pressure makes you writhe on the bed, your back arching, your pussy bucking up into Geralt’s hand, a pathetic mewl the only response you can fathom. You hear another satisfied ‘hmm’ from Garalt seeing you unable to even fathom a response.
You feel the burn to begin inside your stomach, its heat matching that of the fire burning in the room. You can feel a fine layer of sweat break across your body as buck under Geralt’s hand. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm break over you. Your legs are trembling as you convulse around Geralt’s fingers, you thighs clenching together, keeping Geralt’s hand locked in place as you ride out your high.
After barely giving you a second to catch you breath Gerald pulls his hand from you. He then uses both hands to pin your legs open, spreading you before him. You sit up on your elbow again to look at him just in time to see him sinking to his knees at the foot of the bed. Your stomach knots in anticipation of what’s coming next. He hovers his mouth just above your waiting core, eyes locked with yours again.
“I want you to watch me. I want you to see that I’m the only one who gets to eat this cunt” he commands deeply. You whimper at this words and nod your head weakly. A tiny smirk tugs at his mouth before he finally dives into your dripping pussy. He licks a stripe up your folds before his tongue finds home on your clit. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he begins to lap and flick at your bundle of nerves. You whimper as he switches tactics to sucking your clit into his mouth before releasing it and lapping at you again. Your hips begin to rock into his mouth of their own accord. A deep groan grumbles through Geralt and you almost cry at the feeling of the vibrations coursing through you. You can feel his rough stubble scratching at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. It takes everything in you to keep from tossing your head back in pleasure. You writhe and squirm beneath his mouth as you struggle to keep your eyes open, watching him.
The sight of him between your legs is almost otherworldly. His golden eyes trained on yours, alight with a fiery a lust that’s matched by the actual fire reflecting from across the room. His skin grimy as always, alight with the glow of the fire and the sheen of sweat. His silver hair coming loose from his half ponytail, tickling the skin of your thighs and belly. His rough, calloused hands are keeping your legs pinned open as he devours you.
“Ahh... fuck, Geralt” you whimper. He hums in satisfaction at hearing his name in your mouth. The vibrations from his hum finally cause you tip over the edge, your second climax coursing through you. You can feel Geralt smirk against your core as he watches your face as you fall apart, your eyes still on him. You then finally let your head fall back, your body collapse back onto the bed as you pant heavily. You close your eyes and revel in the bliss, The softness of the furs beneath you, the sound of the crackling fire, your body in a total state of euphoria. You think you can hear the sounds of fabric rustling but you’re too blissed out too care.
But Geralt wasn’t done with you yet.
You cry in surprise when you feel him grab you hips harshly. He flips you over and practically throws you back onto the bed. You even have a second to register your new position before you feel Geralt climb over the top of you, his incredible body dwarfing yours. You can feel he's naked on top of you, his bare chest against your back, the outline of his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Your small whimper is covered by Geralt’s loud grunt as he shoves his cock inside you. He doesn’t go slow, thrusting into you all the way in one swift motion. You can feel a small burn, his thick cock stretching you out, a pleasure with a touch of pain.
Geralt’s grunts are loud in your ear as he fucks himself into you roughly, his one hand holding your hip in a bruising grip. He pins you down to the bed with his body. You can the feel contrast of his warm flesh against the cold of his medallion as it’s lost between your bodies, the cold metal digging into your back. The entire bed is shaking with the force of him driving into you. You can already feel you’ll be sore tomorrow. A deliberate reminder of who really owns your pussy.
Geralt gets to work biting at your neck, sucking deep bruises into your skin. He was leaving his mark on you, making sure that the world could see exactly who you belonged to.
“Say my name” he suddenly demands with a growl. You whimper again, barely coherent with how drunk you were on his dick.
“Say my name” he snarls again, placing a sharp slap to the side of your ass. You gasp at the sting, a tear springing in your eye.
“Ah fuck... Geralt” you cry. “Shit Geralt you feel so fucking good” mewl. He grunts in approval at hearing his name on your lips again.
“Don’t forget who you belong to” he says each word in time his thrusts. You cry out beneath him as he ploughs into you painfully hard.
“You’re mine” he seethes.
“Yes Geralt. Yours. Only yours” you whimper as your body starts to convulse, that fire exploding in the pit of your stomach as you cum again. Your walls clench around Geralt repeatedly as you shake beneath him.
“Fuck” he grunts in your ear as his brutal pace finally falters. Your clenching walls milk his cock inside you, filling you up with his release. He ruts into a few more times, making sure to draw out both of your climaxes. He then rolls off you and collapses on his back beside you.
You stay where you are for a few minutes, trying to gain some control over your breathing. Eventually you manage to drag yourself the few inches until you’re resting on his broad chest, your ear just above his heart, listening to the steady rhythm of it beating. His one arm rests behind his head but he brings the other arm around your back, pushing you closer against him. You hook your leg over his thigh, slotting your body against his side. His hand rests on your ass, his palm curving to perfectly cup one of your cheeks.
You’re both sticky with sweat and grime. The new angle of your leg lets you feel as Geralt's cum leaks out of you, dripping onto your thigh and his. But neither of you care. You both stay where you are, content to revel in this hot mess, as long as you were touching, as long as you could feel the warmth and safety of the other.
After a while you turn your head to look up at him, his eyes are closed but you know he’s not asleep yet.
“That was fun” you whisper, smirking up him. “Maybe I should flirt with Jaskier more often” you tease.
An angry “hmm” is all Geralt responds but you can feel his body tense with anger underneath you.
“I’m jesting, Geralt” you say softly, rolling your eyes. “I’m yours and yours only” you say kissing one of the many scars on his chest.
“Mine” he confirms with a light slap on your ass..
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A/N: okay so I was only supposed to be doing smaller drabbles for this sleepover but my first Geralt smut?? I just had to turn it into a full oneshot! 😮💨 Would you guys want more Gerald stuff in the future? Let me know!🖤✨
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