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expectos-writings · 3 years ago

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Bet (Baldabiou x reader)

Word count: 3367

Rating: M

Summary: Baldabiou and you are up to no good when you decide to share a room at the inn

(A/n: Can be read as a part two to soft as silk, but can also be read alone as it is basically pwp. Warnings: semi-public sex, sex on pool table, strip-snooker (is that even a thing?))

The two of you reached the top of the stairs in what must have been a record time. Luckily you were staying on the first floor, so it was only one stairs. The bartender and the innkeeper were still downstairs, cleaning up the bar.

You dash towards your door room as you pull the large key out of a pocket in your thigh holster. As you fit the key in the keyhole you feel Baldabiou plant his hands on your waist, pulling you against him from behind. Your hands start to tremble and your head falls back to rest against his shoulder. Your movement gives him enough space to kiss your neck.

You had to stifle a moan as you felt him lick your neck at the exact right spot before sucking a hickey there. You’d have to cover it up for your meeting tomorrow, you think to yourself, but at the moment all that matters was the two of you. Your left hand snakes around his neck to pull him in closer, moving your head so you could kiss him.

Your right hand was still trying to unlock the door, but to no avail.

‘Darling, we should get inside before we get caught here.’ Baldabiou mutters against your lips.

‘Would that be such a bad thing?’ you answer before kissing him again. His right hand moves from your waist to the door, moving his fingers over yours as he finds the key and gives it a hard tug. The lock finally opens and as you walk in you feel Baldabiou give you a strong slap on your ass, making you yelp and run inside faster.

You hear him chuckle behind you as he follows you inside and closes the door behind him.

‘Maybe you should be taught some manners, m’lady.’ He grabs your arm to pull you around so you are facing him. A mischievous glint glows in his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly. You smirk up at him.

‘And I suppose you’d be the one to teach me, sir?’ you fumble with the scarf around his neck, subtly loosening it and tugging it away from him. Then your hands move down to work the buttons of his jacket, but he grabs your hand and tugs it away.

‘I think a lesson in patience may also be in order here.’ He whispers and then his lips are on yours, shutting you up before you can come up with a witty reply. Whilst kissing Baldabiou walks you back in the room until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You grab his arm for leverage when you feel yourself start to fall backwards, but he pushes you down. You let out a noise of surprise but it was swallowed by the man who was on top of you in mere seconds, once again connecting your lips.

It was clear he was in charge, his presence alone would have been enough for you to let him take control, but his decisive handling and confident attitude were what sealed the deal. You hold onto his arms with everything you got, only moving your hands down his torso to undo the final button on his jacket and sliding it off of him, which he allowed.

Then, before you got the chance to take off his white shirt, he took your hands in his and held them above your head, pinned to the mattress. One hand of his was more than enough to dwarf and hold down both of your hands. You bite your lip when he leans back a bit to kiss your jaw, you try desperately to keep in the moans that are threatening to slip out. Of course, Baldabiou noticed.

‘Don’t hold back, darling, I want to hear you.’ He says in a husky voice whilst his other hand that was currently not pinning your hands down swiped your lower lip, pulling is out from between your teeth. A sigh left you lips, which turned into a moan when his fingers moved from your lips to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your dress.

But apparently not everyone appreciated your current situation.

‘I have to ask you to stop now! I just want to sleep for God’s sake!’ a men yells from next door. Both you and Baldabiou fall silent immediately before bursting into muffled laughter. Apparently the innkeeper and bartender had gone upstairs just after you, and were not ready to deal with more of your shit after this afternoon.

Baldabiou moved to the side so you could sit up, you ran your fingers through your hair in an attempt to straighten it out. Then you laid back on you elbows, watching the man beside you. He really was to handsome to let go.

‘You know,’ you whisper, ‘we can always wait until they are asleep…’.

‘Oh? All of a sudden we have all the patience in the world don’t we?’ Baldabiou answers cocking one eyebrow.

You roll your eyes and slap his chest slightly, then you move to straddle his hips.

‘For you? I’ll do my best.’ You whisper back. Then you were the one to reconnect your lips.

The two of you just sit there, feeling each other up but never enough to relieve the pressure that was building low in your belly. Baldabiou’s pants were getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He was about to snap, ready to thrown you down onto the bed and just have his way with you no matter the consequences, when a loud snoring could be heard from the room next door.

You pull away from Baldabiou, you eyes shooting up to the wall, eyes widening. He was finally asleep! Finally, you didn’t have to hold back! But just as you were about to grab his shirt and practically rip it off of him he stopped you once again, making you whine in disapproval.

‘What do you say we… spice this evening up a bit further?’ he whispers. You sit back on his legs to look at him.

‘What do you mean?’ you genuinely didn’t know what he was talking about.

‘We could sneak downstairs for another drink and a game of snooker.’ He watches with amusement as you try to register his words. A minute ago you were practically fucking each other and now he wants to go downstairs? The idea of breaking the rules was kind of hot though.

‘Trust me, I have a plan.’ He says with a wink. You sigh in defeat and let him lead you back downstairs, careful not to wake anyone with the creaking of the steps. When you reach the bar floor you immediately walk away from the staircase and towards one of the back rooms where a snooker table was situated. The balls were already in place when you entered. The room was so far back in the inn that no one would hear the balls bouncing off the table or off each other, especially if the partition was closed.

‘So, we can play this game like we did earlier, but how about we raise the stakes?’ He starts.

‘Depends on what you mean by that, Baldabiou.’ You couldn’t deny the excitement that was blooming in you stomach.

‘Well, if I shoot and hit, you take off that pretty corset you got on and if you shoot and hit, you may finally take my shirt off, which is what you wanted, right?’ he said, one eyebrow raised in anticipation. This had obviously been a fantasy of his for a long time, seeing the hopeful spark in his eyes. And he wanted to act this fantasy out with you? You nodded at him, the anticipation radiating off him passing onto you. Plus, you had sobered up a bit by now, there was no way you were going to let him win that easily again, definitely not if making the shot would finally get him to take that damned shirt off. He held out a cue for you to take, awaiting your answer.

‘It’s a deal.’ You say taking the cue from his hands.

‘Ladies first’ he says, even in the current situation he was still a gentleman at heart.

So you walk over to the far side of the table. This time you weren’t pulling your punches. That shirt had to go, rather sooner than later. You make the shot seem effortless, the ball bouncing off the sides off the table before rolling back and hitting the third ball, making sure to leave the balls on the table in a way it was impossible for him to make a shot.

His eyes go wide. Just a few hours ago you were unable to make even a single hit, and now you were making perfect shots? He stares flabbergasted.

‘Well?’ you put the cue on the table as you walk over to him.

‘How did you do that? I thought you didn’t play?’ he almost looks offended, but truth is, he loved a challenge, he just didn’t expect it at that time.

‘Hmmm then again,’ you stand in front of him, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt, ‘we don’t know each other that well, do we?’ You tease, then grab his shirt and pull it over his head. he lets you this time. You throw the material on a chair nearby and bring your hands back up to his chest, running your fingers through his chest hair. His body was well formed, you had a hard time taking your hands off him. Baldabiou also seems to get lost in the moment, his hands tangling in your hair to pull you in for another sweet kiss.

You hook two fingers in the side of his pants, pulling him closer whilst walking backwards until your back hits the pool table. He hums in approval as he once again has you backed against the table, his hands landing on either side of you to trap you. you reach behind you, Baldabiou assumes you were just planting your hands on the table for stability but then he feels something hard tapping at his side. He pulls back to see what it is, and you hand him the cue.

‘Your turn.’ You caught him off guard once again, he seems stunned for a bit so you take the opportunity to give him one more kiss before sliding out of his grip. His attention immediately goes back to the table, already regretting his decision to play this game right now. He was still painfully hard in his pants and the way you were teasing him wasn’t helping his situation. Not to mention that if you really were as good as your first shot made you out to be, he might not even win this either.

You thought you had places the balls just right so there was no way he could make any shot. He thought so at first too. But after a minute of assessing he saw a way. When he walked over to the other side of the table you saw it too. It would take incredible expertise to make this shot.

And he sure was an expert.

Baldabiou turns to you, a smug look on his face. You watched the balls until they came to a standstill, the balls just bouncing off of each other. You were sure you had him there, but he was better than you expected.

‘I believe you are a tad bit overdressed, dear.’ Baldabiou says whilst walking towards you. When you drag your eyes away from the balls he is already standing next to you. Before you can turn to face him he is behind you pressing you against the table, his hands on your waist whilst his mouth latches onto your neck once again, leaving yet another mark. Your hands grab the pool table as one of his hands drifts from your waist to your stomach to your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. The combined sensations make you moan out, his tall warm body pressed against yours makes you dizzy.

His mouth moved up to give your earlobe a small nibble.

‘You have to stay quiet, can you do that for me?’ he whispered in your ear.

You don’t trust your voice at al, your legs trembling with anticipation, the trill of possibly getting caught only adding to the sensation. You give a nod and breathe out a barely audibly ‘yes’.

‘Good girl’ He whispers in your ear before taking half a step back, has hands moving to the back of your dress. You feel one big hand slide over the string of your corset, making you shiver. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him tug the knot of the corset loose. The garment loosens around your waist, giving you room to breathe more freely, but it feels like it makes no difference with this man so close behind you. He tugs the clothing away from your body so it slides down your torso and onto the ground so you can step out of it.

You step left to step away from the corset, left in just your underdress and stockings. You turn around and lean back against the table, watching his reaction. His eyes roam your body, for a minute he just stands still. Just as you were about to become self conscious of your current situation he steps forward to reconnect your lips once again, the game of pool forgotten when he picks you up by your waist and sets you down on the table. His hands stay on your waist when you sit down. Baldabiou steps between your legs and all but shoves his tongue in your mouth when you moan at his rough actions.

You hands move up to his chest, kneading his soft flesh as your hands trail down his torso towards his pants. You feel one of his hands move to your legs, one hand giving your thigh a squeeze and the other trailing further down to pull your dress upwards. With your lips still connected your hands quickly undo the fly of his pants and you pull it open to give yourself access. He is already fully erect, and your hand moves to wrap around him and you start to pump him slowly, in awe of his size. He moans out softly at your touch and breaks the kiss.

‘Fuck, Y/n’ he whispers, his forehead connected to yours. You look as his face, his eyes closed in pleasure. His handsome features amaze you as you watch him, in awe at the effect you have on this man. His hands move away from your thighs to remove his trousers completely, giving you better access to his cock when his trousers fall down his legs and he quickly kicks them to the side to join the growing pile of clothes. His chest is heaving now, completely at your mercy for the time being. You once again feel like you’re in control of the situation.

That is, until he suddenly takes a step back, brows furrowed. You look at him in surprise, not sure what he was onto, until he suddenly throws your dress up to pool around your waist on the table. You hadn’t even noticed he had gotten it up that far yet. Baldabiou lets out a grunt when he quite unexpectantly rips your panties off of you, the sound of ripping clothing cutting through the air making you gasp in surprise.

His hands land on your knees, pulling your legs further apart as he steps back in between them to kiss you once again. The force of the kiss knocks you back a bit, and you barely have time to plant your hands behind you on the table to stop you from falling. The kiss swallows the moan you let out when one of his hand lands beside you on the edge of the table for leverage and his other hand touches you sensitive core. His big fingers move slowly up and down your swollen folds, moving from your clit down to your entrance.

‘Fuck, you’re so wet. Is all that just for me, baby?’ he asks against your lips, his fingers collecting your juices from your folds before moving back up to your clit to rub small yet harsh circles on it. Damn this man knows exactly what he is doing.

‘Please, fuck me.’ Is all you manage to get out. It’s not exactly an answer to his question, but he seems to accept it nonetheless. He chuckles softly against your lips, his beard scratching your chin as he once again shoves his tongue in your mouth. You could get drunk on that feeling alone. You feel like you’re drowning in all the sensations, putting one of your arms around his shoulder to hold yourself up a bit better. His hand moves from the table to his own cock, giving it a few strokes and then moving it up and down your now wet folds, soaking his cock in your juices.

You feel his tip prodding against your entrance, and you willingly move forward a bit, taking the tip in. he moans at the feeling of his cock entering your warm cunt.

‘Still as impatient as ever, darling.’ He mutters as he slowly moves further forwards, the stretch burns but it feels so good. His words weren’t complaining at all, and you were in no state to counter what he was saying with him buried inside you. You whimper at the stretch, relieved to finally feel him still his movements when he was fully inside you.

His breath comes out in pants as it takes all of Baldabiou’s self control to not immediately start moving. He gives you time to adjust, and only when you start to buck your hips a bit he starts moving.

There was no need to take things slowly now, both of you were worked up to the point where you could already feel a burning sensation in your abdomen the moment he stars slamming into you. The table creaks under the pressure of your movements when he sets a brutal pace, hitting all the right spots inside you. Your head falls back in a moan, and within a few thrusts of his hips your vision becomes all spotty.

‘Shit, I’m close.’ You whisper out. Baldabiou just grunts in response and takes one of his hands off the table to once again rub circles on your clit. And that was enough to send you over the edge. He keeps his movements going at the exact same pace until you rode out your high. You open your eyes again to see him staring at you, pupils blown and frame shaking. You can tell he’s close by the way he is struggling to keep his pace and his cock starts to twitch inside you.

‘Cum for me, Baldabiou.’ You whisper to him.

‘Fuck.’ Is all he gets out before his pace starts to become more and more irregular until you feel his warm cum painting your insides. His head falls to your shoulder when he makes his final thrusts, making sure to ride out his high as long as possible.

You both sit there for a minute, collecting your breath.

‘You know,’ you start, your hand combing through his messy hair, ‘we should get back upstairs before anyone find us like this.’ You giggle, he breaks a smile too.

‘Good point, but I’m not sure I’m done with you yet.’ He says and moves back to look you in the eye again, a mischievous look plastering his face.

‘Well,’ you start, pushing him back so you can hop of the table. You pull your dress down so you are somewhat covered ‘the sooner you clean this mess up, the sooner you can get back to it, big man.’ You add with a wink before swiftly moving past him and darting upstairs to your room. You hear him giggle behind you whilst he stays behind to pick up both of your clothes. You leave the door to your room unlocked. This sure was one hell of a business trip.

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