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"Ass." Part one|| Brynjolf x Fem!reader (Skyrim)

Warnings: slightly sexual content not smut, violence, mentions of blood and wounds

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Brynjolf was nowhere to be found, had he left me? I looked around again, the enemies were nearing closer and I was almost incapacitated. I reached for my dagger and with all my strength, defended myself. It was of little use, my legs and arms weak and in agony. As the draugr swung and attacked, I was left with little strength. My attempt to stay on my feet failed, my legs gave out under me and I yelped in pain. My vision blurred and my body ached, my loss of blood getting to me as I began to faint. My eyes began getting heavy as my head spun and my vision began to fade.

Later

I woke up in a house. One I was familiar with. It was Brynjolf's. My body still ached, I looked around in a panic. Was I dead or alive?

"You're awake, lass." I heard Bynjolf's worried tone speak. "I thought you might've died on me there." He grasped my cheek with one hand, a sincere look in his eyes. "Not a likely event since you've kicked Mercer's ass before." He grinned.

"Bryn...?" I mumbled, my voice strained. "You... didn't leave me?"

"Of course not, lass." He hugged me gently, trying not to hurt me.

I had been in love with him since I joined the guild, his snarky comments, his long hair, his muscular figure, caring personality, gentle voice....

When he stopped hugging me I looked him in the eyes, "You could have helped WHILE I was conscious, you ass!"

"Where's the fun in that, lass?" He smirked, his hand on my thigh.

I blushed, breaking eye contact with him. "You're such an asshole, Brynjolf."

"Your asshole." He grinned slyly, moving his hand up my thigh. He leaned in, his other hand on my face. I didn't know how to react, I let him do whatever he was doing. Our lips locked. I closed my eyes and let him dominate, leaning in more. He pulled me into his lap, grabbing my ass. I yelped, not used to this stuff. He pulled away, a concerned look. "You alright, lassy?" I nodded.

"Sorry, it's just... different. A good different though!" I said, leaning in to kiss him again. He obliged, biting my lower lip. He pulled away and began kissing down my neck, nibbling my collarbone. I moaned quietly.

"We probably shouldn't... You're injured, love." He smiled gently, caressing my face.

"Yeah..." I paused, looking him in the eyes. "I love you, Brynjolf."

"I love you too, lass." He smiled, kissing me again.