Geraskier One-Shots

Pretty Little Songbird

Explicit/Smut

Word Count: 1,661

Song Recommendation: E.T (slowed) - Katy Perry

Light BDSM, verbal humiliation, light dom/sub

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A whimper rose to his lips, a strong surge of pleasure coaxed from his body by pain ran through him. The loud crack of the flogger sounded throughout the room, echoing dully in his ears. The bed around him dipped, and the smell of musk and pine surrounded him. Rough, calloused hands trailed up his body, fingers casually squeezing the skin of his thighs and ass.

"Oh, you look so pretty, Bard," Geralt commented from behind him, voice low and gravelly, "You're flushed a beautiful pink," the man remarked, dragging his palms across the flesh he struck.

"I think I might just keep you like this," he added, bringing the flogger down once more. The same loud snap rose from the contact, leaving his skin a darkened shade of pink, "Face down, ass up, gagged, and flogged," Geralt punctuated his statement with another sharp strike.

The brunette beneath him whined out, teeth stretched around the gag, thrusting his hips farther back. Geralt didn't need to see his face to know the expression he was making. They'd ventured into this territory frequently enough to the point where he memorized it.

He knew that Jaskier was red-faced, sweat and tears pooling onto the sheets below him, drool gathering on his lips, dripping down his chin, and his beautiful blue eyes were glazed over. They were unfocused, pupils blown wide, consuming the blue greedily.

"Would you like me to keep you like this, Bard?" Geralt questioned, cracking down once more, "Keep you here, locked in this room, just for me? My whore?"

Jaskier let out a muffled moan, body twitching, thighs quivering. 'Yes', he wanted to say, 'yes', please.' His head was swimming, high on the pleasure and pain, on Geralt's touches and voice.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The man smirked, drawing the singer's hips closer, pressing them to his own, "Can you feel it? What you do to me?" He growled.

The brunette nodded feverishly, chest heaving. He could feel the hot outline of Geralt's cock, it pressed into his back, twitching to in interest. It made him groan out, head turning. He locked eyes with Geralt, doing his best to focus his gaze, to plead with the man.

"You want it, Bard?" He questioned, fingers dancing along the pale skin, tweaking and pinching as they went. They hooked onto the clasp of the gag, carefully unhooking it, easing it from the latter's mouth.

Gasps and cries filled the room, followed by incessant begging, "Please, please, please," Jaskier begged.

With a smirk, Geralt caught his mouth in a heated kiss. His fingers curled in the brunette's hair, keeping a firm hold on his head, pressing him closer. The singer could do nothing but let the hunter ravage his mouth. Tongue swiping harshly over his own, teeth pulling at the delicate skin of his lips.

"You are so pretty like this, Bard," he murmured, voice thick with arousal, "So very pretty..."

He trailed his hands lower, fingers searching for what he was looking for. A shout from the brunette let him know he found it, giving the plug that had been nestled within the singer a small tug.

"Ngh!" Jaskier cries, rocking forward, a shiver rocking through his body, "G-Geralt-!"

The man simply hummed, teasingly pressing the plug further into the singer, drinking in his cries, "Oh, Jaskier, the things I could do," he clicked his teeth, cock straining, "Another time."