Baldur x Reader

Forty-Eight (Smut)

The first touch of his lips was shy, almost afraid that he could break you by only thinking about loving those lips of yours.

Smiling against his lips, you leaned into the taste of winter, cold ice, a burning campfire and the smell of pine trees. It was a gentle taste, not matching his appearance but the man that the curse had finally let free.

Slowly, Baldur dared to lean into the feeling of your lips against his. His shoulders were tense, it was obvious that he wanted everything but held himself back.

Gently, you raised your hands to let them stroke over his shoulder.

The touch made him shiver. A soft breath escaped him.

As he finally realised that his desire was no threat to you anymore, he let his hands slide into the back of your neck and closed the last distance between the two of you.

His lips parted and his tongue started rubbing over your lips, begging for entrance. As you gently opened your mouth, he suddenly stopped. His tongue only entered with the tip, before he pulled back and gasped for air.

A dark shadow was visible in his bright blue eyes. His breathing was heavy.

"Little butterfly...", his hand grabbed your cheek. "Don't tempt me... I've waited too long. I don't know if I can control myself."

His words made a cold shiver crawl down your spine.

Your nipples stiffened.

Gently, you pulled yourself up, so that half of your body was lit the water and sat on his lap.

Immediately, his hands found your waist and gently pressed you down on him. His hips buckled up.

A gasp escaped you as you could feel something press against your core. Your middle twitched. A wave of heat made your head burn.

With a sweet smile, you gently rose and locked eyes with him.

From that angle, he was forced to look up. Your hand stroked his cheek.

The touch made him sigh and close his eyes.

"If you want to control yourself.", you whispered into his ear and let the tip of your tongue draw a line over his throat, down to the crotch of his neck. "You wanted to be good to me. Do it."

Letting out a soft gasp, he grabbed your shoulders, turned you around and forced your back against the edge of the pond. He spread your legs to press himself between them.

Surprised, you squeaked.

Something inside his pants was growing. But it felt like he wasn't fully hard yet. He was only getting started.

If you insist, Baldur purred and gifted you a smirk before pressing his lips onto yours again.

This kiss was different than the one before. It was heated, greedy and so curious to explore everything that this body of yours had to offer.

Saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, down your throat and over your chest as he forced his way into your mouth again. His tongue wrapped around yours, rubbed the back of your throat and tried to take in every small detail.

Your taste made a shiver crawl down his spine. A growl got stuck in his throat.

Gasping for air, you parted from him. Your nails dug into his back.

The feeling made him gasp in pleasure.

"Deeper...", he breathed and started teasing your neck.

A shivering breath escaped you. With more force, you scratched over his back.

His dick twitched inside his pants.

Taken by the heat that was slowly travelling from between your legs to your head, you gifted him a sweet smile and let your hand travel from his shoulders, over his chest and to the hem of his pants. Teasingly, you let your nails scratch over the sensitive skin.

He stopped caressing your neck and looked up to lock eyes with you again. He looked different, excited and burning for more.

His hand stopped yours before you could reach into his pants.

"No.", he purred and smirked. "I decide what happens. Just let me be good to you."

His hand broke through the water to give you a gentle squeeze between the legs.

The pressure of his huge hand was enough to make you gasp in pleasure. Your bottom jumped up, pressing further into his touch.

His fingers started rubbing you, slow but in a persistent way. The tip of his fingers gently pressed against your throbbing flesh.

"Baldur...", you tried to hide the redness that started to cover your cheeks.

But he grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at him again.

"Why so embarrassed?", he gave you a kiss to the forehead. "Oh? Are you shy all of a sudden? Let me change that."

In one swift movement he got up, now standing with water reaching to his calves. Thick drops poured from his clothes and body, drawing shimmering lines between his perfectly carved abs.

His eyes stood locked with yours as his hands wandered down to untie the belt that kept his pants up.

With bated breath you had to force yourself to keep looking at him, but your eyes wanted to jump down.

The pants sunk to his ankles.

Your eyes wandered down. A gasp escaped you.

He was big. Not huge and threatening, but so big that it was impressive. Thick veins pressed against the pale skin of his throbbing cock. His tip was already dripping a little.

"Come.", he placed a hand on your head. "Open your mouth. And don't you dare not look at me. I want to see every emotion inside those pretty eyes of yours."

A shivering breath escaped you, as you obeyed, leaned forward and slightly opened your mouth. At fist, you only dared to let your tongue slide of the tip.

He tasted salty, but clean.

"Don't be shy.", his hand gently pushed you closer until the tip threatened to open your lips. "I'll do a lot more embarrassing things to you after this."

His words made the heat inside you burn up so hard that it made goosebumps grow all over your body.

Slowly, you opened your mouth and took him in.