Skyrim Preferences and Smut

"Told you, im stronger." (Farkas x F!Ldb smut drabble)

(I'll try my best to keep this under the 500 words limit! That's how these mini ficlets goooo 🥲)

In order to give proper background, it would be most appropriate to say that your wolf blooded lover could be quite the show off. Sure, not nearly as much as his twin brother- seeing as Farkas was much sweeter in character- but he still had a bit of an edge to him. It was quite simple to rile him up, really! You hadn't meant to hurt your lover's pride, but you couldn't help but mess with him- teasing him as you compare his strength to Torvar's- knowing full well Farkas probably could crush the poor drunk's skull in his bicep if he tries hard enough. Regardless, your little plan hadn't worked.

Instead of getting to see him initiate a sparring match with the otherwise innocent bastard, of which you intended to serve as spectator of a shirtless werewolf, you were promptly slung over your dearest's broad shoulders- carried like you weighed the equivalent of nothingness as he hurriedly brought you to his quarter's. Usually such behavior could be chalked up to the phases of the moon, but alas, the notorious mating cycle fueled fucking had come to a close little more than a fortnight ago. Whatever caused the normally docile man to behave so recklessly was beyond you, however you weren't to complain- for as soon as the wooden doors were kicked open- a delighted spark of arousal ignited within you, now forcing you to take notice of the dampness between your legs the very instant he tossed you down.

"Divines, I hadn't meant t.." "Save it." His gruff voice spoke, however you knew better than to take his tone for him being displeased- a slight curl to his plump lips signifying just how "displeased" he wasn't.

And just like that, he pounced upon you. All 300-something pounds of muscle, working to not-so-delicately strip you of your lounge clothes. Thank the nine you hadn't elected to strap on your armour this morning, otherwise the fear of losing the "spark" would be all too real.

Finding it hard to contain yourself, you gave a small squeal- putting up a fake fight with him as you playfully pushed at his chest- laughing the entire time as he pressed tons of little kisses to your face, all while he tore away the very fabric covering you. You'd get him back for that later. At least you knew he didn't take any of your teasing to heart, his poor heart always had been tender..but that's perhaps what you loved most about him. Such a beast of a man with a heart of gold, the kindest being you've met despite the fact he now successfully rendered you bare with his sheer force alone.

Even as your mountainous love "prepared" you for his "impressive endowment", he displayed that reoccurring contradiction. Forcing you to stay statue still with only one palm to your hip while he tenderly lapped at your folds until you could no longer take it, yelling out your wonderful grievances with the raven haired man- unable to decide whether you wanted him to stop or keep going.

With his beard shining of your slick, he gave you that stupidly innocent smile as he ascended- hurriedly pushing his own pants out the way...and ripping them just as he done to your's when he decided that it was taking too long to free his cock from it's confines.

"Oh my, impatient much?" You breathlessly reprimanded, gazing at the dark brown fabric with mock remorse despite the burning between your legs left by his purposeful unfinished "work".

As response, all you got was him grabbing your hands and holding them above your head and a roll of his soft silver eyes. With the other hand he propped your hips up, carefully aligning his cock with your count before mercilessly bottoming out with you- a comical squelch sound resulting from your joining. You didn't exactly care about that though, far too preoccupied with crying out the name of your loved one, your nails digging into his pale hand just gentle enough to not break skin.

You were in for it now.