You said your requests are open. I'd like request a rough Sandor smut little story lol. Please and thank you. That man is so good looking 😍
A/N: heya! I am so very sorry for the late reply my life has been a roller coaster. I really hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing.
Fandom: Game Of Thrones
Paring: Sandor Clegane/Reader
This is pure smut with no plot enjoy my loviles
You pushed through the door of Sandor's chambers, knowing he would be there this late at night, and you were pissed, and Sondor was the cause of it like always.
“You're a fucking asshole! I can't believe you took my kill! I had him!” You snarl, the door slamming behind you, and he chuckles darkly at you from where he sits with a bottle next to him. Sandor and you had gone back a long time, and he had become your best friend, and you were both in love with each other but neither of you ever acted on those feelings.
“Shoulda been faster,” he says gruffly, drinking from the bottle as you move closer to him and the table. Sandor was a good foot taller than you with sad brown eyes, but when they looked at you, they flashed with desire and lust.
“Damnit, Sandor, that's not nice, you jerk!” you yell, and he snorts at your words, taking a really good look at you as he does, and your heart starts to race.
“I have been called many things (y/n) nice isn't one of them,” he says, passing you the bottle, and you take it gladly before taking a drink out of it. You sigh happily at the burn from the alcohol as it goes down your throat.
“Aw, you're not so bad to me,” you grin, taking another drink and handing the bottle back to him. Sandor watches as you take a seat on the table and he gives you a glare.
“Off the bloody table,” he snaps with a glare and leans over and grabs the bottle, the few sips, giving you a slight buzz and you meet his dark eyes.
“Where should I sit? You only have one chair,” you say with a grin, knowing he hated it when you sat on the table like this. Sandor growls, and the next thing you know, you're straddling him, the bottle forgotten.
“You're playing a dangerous game, love,” he says, his voice growing lower and husky, making you fight a shiver from taking over you. You move slightly and place your hands lazily on his shoulders.
“We both know I love danger, please, Sandor,” you tell him as you rock your hips slightly when you whisper the last part in his ear, and he groans, his hands on your hips tightening, unsure if he should stop you or help you. Sandor runs a hand from your hip up your body and holds lightly around your throat making you look at him in his brown eyes.
“Once you're in my bed, you're mine,” he says, his eyes locking with yours. Your hips are still, and you cup the burnt side of his cheek, and he flinches.
“I have always been yours,” you tell him, and he growls and latches his mouth onto yours, making you moan. You latch onto him, touch every part of him you can, and he grunts when you pull his hair.
“Seven hells, kitten,” he groans when you grind down hard, feeling his hard length. Leaning back, you pull him with you, and he follows, and you take that moment to pull up his shirt.
“I have thought about this for a long time,” you tell him hotly as you run your nails down his chest, making him groan.
Sandor's hands roam your body after he helps you remove his shirt, and before long, he has you in his arms, carrying you to his bed. Moaning your body arches into his when you feel his hard cock grind into you. Laying under him naked you bring his mouth back to yours and kiss him deeply.
“Seven hells, you're soaked,” he groans; you moan at his rough fingers on your clit. Sandor watches you as he fucks you on his finger before he enters another one.
“Oh fuck yes!” You cry out, your hands tangled in his hair. Sandor groans at the pain of your pulling and the taste of your sweet cunt. You moan and squirm as he ate you out and fucked you on his fingers.
“Sweetest cunt I've tasted,” he groans against your cunt, making you moan and thrust your hips up, and he lays his large free hand flat on your stomach, holding you still for him as he feasts on you.
“I'm gonna-” you try to warn him, but your words are lost in a downright filthy moan, and your toes curl as you cum. Your back arches off the bed as your vision goes white and you feel boneless. Sandor growls when you gush over his face and his bed. Everything was soaked in you. You moan and finally open your eyes to see him sucking you off his fingers.
Slowly, you sit and reach for him, your hands soft on his rough, scared-up skin. Leaning up, you kiss him and moan at the taste of yourself on his lip, and he growls when you bite his lip as you pull away.
“Want something girl?” He chuckles as you rub his hard cock. You wanted him in you, to stretch you out, to make you scream his name so everyone knew who you belonged to.
“I want you to fuck me hard, please, Sandor. I need you,” you say against his lips, making him groan, and his lips snatch yours in a bruising kiss as he lays you on your back with him hovering over you. Kissing him back your hands roam his body all the way to his covered cock that you let free.
“Fuck your tight,” he groans as he slowly enters you; your body feels so full, like he would split you in two, and you loved every moment of it. Moaning your nails, dig into his back when he gives you a hard, rough thrust.
Sandor wasted no time fucking you into the bed. The room was filled with your crires of pleasure and skin slapping skin as he fucked you.
“Fuck Sandor! I wanna fill you cum” you moan your mind lost in a haze of lust and pleasure. Sandor snarls as he pounds into you the bed hitting the wall as he fucked you with everything he had.
“Gonna fill you full, you want that? You want my babe?” He growls. He was so close, and the thought of Sandra getting you pregnant sent you so close to the edge.
“Yes! Fill me up! I need it, Sandor, please,” you beg, and Sandor locks his eyes with your's before he kisses you hard and deep. The sounds he made as he closed were enough to send you over the edge.
“Fuck be a good girl and milk me dry,” he growls, biting your ear, and your body is wrecked by your second orgasm of the night, and he follows you, his hot seed panting your insides and filling you full of him. Not wanting to crush you Sandor lays on his back while catching his breath.
“I never done that before,” you say out loud as you finally catch your breath, making him look over at you.
“Do what? He asks, pulling you to lay on his chest, and you lean up with a grin. Sandor traces his fingers down your naked back making you shiver and heat start to pull between your legs again.
“Squirt, I have never squirted before.” You grin and throw your leg over him to where you are now straddling him. Sandor's hands go to your hips, and you sit up as his hands roam your body. You moan and rock your hips on his Harding cock, and without warning, Sandor sits up, molding you to his front, and you look into his brown eyes full of lust.
“Let's see if I can get ya to do it again” he growls huskily it was going to be a very long night for the both of you