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hoover1st · 1 month ago

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Cruel Intentions

Summary: The young magistrate, Astarion, has used his questionable morals to his advantage. Social climbing and building a reputation in Baldur's Gate. When the prize daughter of one of most influential noble families falls into legal trouble, he seizes his opportunity to get more than a payday out of you... Warnings: MDNI 18+, female!reader, magistrate Astarion, pre-spawn Astarion, smut, cunnilingus, oral [F], overstimulation, office setting, porn with plot, Astarion's intentions aren't pure Word Count: 3k AO3

He fishes into his suit jacket, pulling out a spit-shined pocket watch. Astarion clicks it open, for what seems like the hundredth time today; stealing a glance at his perfectly manicured hand. He looks great. He always does, but especially today. He has to.

Yes, he was born into his nobility, but he’s worked hard for this opportunity. Social climbing and building a reputation for himself. Who doesn’t like a magistrate? Especially one who isn’t opposed to adjusting his opinions, for the right price.

Astarion smooths his front and tucks the pocket watch away, steeling himself as he looks upon the large ornate estate. He deserves this, he’s worked hard. If he plays this right, being in the good graces of one of the most influential families in Baldur's Gate will set him up for a long time. He’ll be an elite, maybe even move on from magistrate to something better and less taxing.

The ornate pathway is lined with sculptures and gorgeous greenery. Who knows how old some of the artwork is? He walks gracefully up the steps to the grand front door. With a deep breath, he knocks.

After a moment, the door is answered by a poised elvish male, without missing a beat, the male nods and opens the door wider.

“Right this way Mr. Ancunin.”

Astarion walks in tow, observing the inside of the estate. It’s gorgeous, this house has been in this family for longer than a human could even begin to comprehend. Astarion lets a polite smile grace his lips as he gazes at the various artwork and decorations, one day he will have something similar. The male brings him to an elaborate sitting room, gesturing towards one of the plush love seats. “I’ll let the master know you’ve arrived, help yourself to some refreshment”

Astarion settles into the loveseat, pouring some water from the crystal decanter. He sits back, crossing a leg and sipping the water. After a moment, he hears the clicking of heels on marble floors.

He straightens in his seat, seeing you in all your adorable, noble glory. A thought crosses his mind, you might be just what he needs. He stands up and crosses to you, and a charming smile stretches across his face. He bends at the waist and puts a hand on his chest.

“Astarion Ancunin, how may I be of service to you?”

You outstretch your hand, watching the handsome stranger bring it to his mouth for a feather-light kiss. Your gaze rakes across his attire. He looks nice, the elaborate suit, well-tailored and flattering, his hair perfect. Something about his gaze makes eye contact more difficult than usual. You nod slowly and glance away.

“Hello, Mr. Ancunin. Thank you for taking the time to meet me here today”

His smile turns sly, sensing your discomfort. You both take a seat, across from one another. He relaxes back, his gaze wandering over your form, observing your rigid posture.

He hums, “So tell me miss, why do you need the assistance of a magistrate like myself?”

He watches as you scrunch your face in thought, sighing. “It’s a bit embarrassing…”

he cocks a brow, his grin only growing, “Don’t worry miss, I’ve heard it all~”.

You purse your lips in thought, “Well you see, I was being courted by a nobleman, he became rather pushy, and after my rejection, we disagreed, resulting in… property damages. He has decided to sue, and I would like the case to be… dismissed”

Astarion nods thoughtfully, you’re so cute and embarrassed. He smirks as you finish. “Seems like you came to the right place, miss, give me the case details and I can make this go away. Can’t go having your family name involved in the courts, can we?”

You smile softly at his agreement, nodding. “Yes, you understand. It’s a bad look. I’ll provide you with the details right away”

You provide Astarion with the information he needs and stand to say curt goodbyes. Albeit relieved, you can’t help but feel small as he gazes at you, his charming smile not meeting his eyes. The wolfish glint apparent.

You’re thanking him when he speaks up again. “I’ll need you to sign some documents for me, would you mind coming by my office?”

He watches as your eyes widen at his words and he fights back his smirk, you furrow your brows before responding. “I suppose I can do that, how about tomorrow?”

Astarions grins, nodding. “Yes that would be perfect, I’ll see you tomorrow then, here’s the address”.

With that, you lead him back to the foyer, feeling his gaze burning into you. You can’t help the way your breath shallows, his closeness quickening your heartbeat. He gives you one last charming smile and you watch him go. The devilishly handsome, and sorely smug magistrate walks with such grace and confidence. Each movement is fluid as he follows the stone path back to the road. Once he’s gone you go back inside and put a hand to your chest, something about Astarion made you feel like you’re on fire. You try to clear your head the rest of the day, attempting to put your racing mind to rest, at least until tomorrow.

Astarions mind is also reeling as he walks through the winding streets. His mind filled with thoughts of the beautiful noblewoman. Just working with your family will boost his social standing, but if he could secure the daughter to one of the most influential families, even for a little while, he’d be set. He can’t keep the wolfish grin off of his face as he plans for the meeting with you tomorrow. He knows he’s attractive, and seeing the way you reacted, he thinks if he plays this well, seducing you shouldn’t be too difficult.

You look nice as you step out of the carriage, and walk into the quaint office. Astarion is already standing, waiting for you. He doesn’t look as proper as yesterday, but somehow ‘handsome’ doesn’t seem to sum him up properly.

You steel yourself as you follow him into his office, hearing the soft click as he shuts the door. You sit across from him, and he starts to lay out paperwork on his desk, explaining what you’re signing and why he needs it. You nod, trying desperately to focus on his legal jargon rather than the way his forearms flex, or the glint in his sharp eyes. Finally, he hands you a heavy fountain pen. As you start to sign where he instructed, he strikes.

“Not interested in any of those noble boys huh? Surely they make some good offers for a lady like you?” You are still at his words, furrowing your brows as you busy yourself with the paperwork. You try to keep your voice steady and polite,

“I’m fortunate that my parents aren’t pressuring me for marriage, and that a political elopement isn’t necessary. I haven’t yet found the company of any of the males to be…” you trail off looking for a proper term, but he cuts you off

“-Pleasurable?”

You look up from the documents at his word choice. “Um, I suppose you could say that”

You watch as his grin grows and you hurriedly scribble at the papers. He watches you with unabashed amusement. This is going even better than how he practiced it.

He hums, “That’s quite unfortunate darling. You’d think a proper male would know how to please a pretty girl like yourself”

You glance back at him offering an awkward smile at his compliment, and you finish signing the paperwork. He grins and stands from his chair, leaning over the desk and examining the documents, his movements lazy. As he scans the papers, he hums to himself, his tone careless, “You probably haven’t been properly pleased by any of those shallow noble boys have you doll?”

His words take you off guard, and you swallow, your breathing swallowing at the implications in his words. Your thoughts are racing, yet you’re struggling to come up with a clever response, really any response.

Astarion’s wolfish grin widens at your gaping mouth and wide eyes. He slowly sets the papers down and moves around the desk. Astarion’s movements are slow and predatory, he leans back against the front of the desk, looking down at you.

His voice a purr, “So it’s true? You poor doll. If you’d be interested, I might know a way to solve such an issue”.

You stare up at him, suddenly feeling like the office is growing smaller around you. You feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Is he saying what you think he is? After a beat of gaping up at him with those gorgeous wide eyes, you reply, your voice concerningly hoarse and quiet. “What exactly do you mean Astarion?”

Astarion fights against the amusement in his expression, responding coyly “I can help you, darling, these services are different, free of charge. I’m not like those other boring noble boys, give me a chance, and I’ll show you how pleasurable a male presence can be”

He moves in closer, pushing off the desk so that he’s now trapping you into the wooden chair. Leaning in, his face is so close, his eyes narrowed and his smirk widens.

As you meet his intense gaze, you can’t help the bob in your throat. After a moment of your utter speechlessness he responds, his voice softer. “Aw doll, I didn’t mean to overstep, I was just offering”

He starts to pull away, and something clicks in you as you finally find your voice “Wait no… you didn’t overstep..”

At your protests, he stops and crouches down in front of your chair so he’s now looking up at you. Those gorgeous eyes of his raking across your body before settling back onto your face. “No? Would you like me to help you, darling?”

Your racing mind clouds, seeing him crouched down before you, and without thinking, you’re nodding. At this, he smirks and takes your hands in his, standing back up, and pulling you with him. “I wouldn’t dream of touching a lady without permission. Say it, that you’d like my assistance.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him, your hands feeling clammy in his, with a gulp you respond quietly. “Okay… please help me Astarion”

At your confirmation he moves his hands up your arms, then slowly down your back until they rest on your waist, his touch leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He gently spins you, walking you backward until you’re leaning against the desk.

His head goes down to your neck, his breath hot, sending shivers down your spine. After a tantalizing moment, he closes the space and lightly kisses your neck, his hands moving down to your thighs, gently picking you up and setting you atop the wooden desk. Astarion smiles as he feels you react to his ministrations.

This is going exactly how he wanted it to. It was so easy, you’re right where he wants you, all he has to do now is make sure he can deliver on his promises of pleasure, and he’ll have you, a valuable ace, right in his back pocket.

His hands wander, growing more intense, you don’t know what to do with yourself, your hands supporting you on the desk, your breathing shallower, your senses zoned into his fiery touch.

He starts to move upward, but decides against it; kissing you would be cruel. So he moves down, peppering your neck and collarbone, his hands gripping your hips and thighs.

As he moves downward, murmuring breathy praise into your skin, his hands work to hike your gown upwards. Pushing the heavy fabric until your soft legs are revealed to him. He looks back up at you in confirmation, then grabs your hips, pulling you to the edge of the desk, and forcing you onto your elbows.

Astarion takes a step back, his gaze eating you alive, he has to admit, this isn’t an undesirable moment for him either. You’re gorgeous, even with the white undershorts still concealing you. He feels his hunger grow as he kneels between your legs, spreading them gently.

He looks up at you with a smirk, all it takes is the slow nod of your head, with those lidded eyes, and his fingers are lacing with the band of your undergarments.

His pace is painfully slow, but he finally rids you of them, the groan he lets out isn’t an act. The sight of you bare to him… he stares for a moment, feeling the restriction in his slacks. He kisses up your legs, moving them to rest on his shoulders. His hands wrapped around your thighs as he pulled you closer, his breath fanning against your core.

He closes his eyes in bliss as he breathes you in. After peppering a couple more kisses around your cunt, he moves in closer, flattening his tongue against your core, licking up to your throbbing bud. You shudder and your thighs tighten instinctively around his head, pulling him closer. Your head falls back, letting out a breathy whine at the contact.

You taste divine, like nothing else he’s ever tasted, and he can’t help the low groan that rips from his throat.

He intended to be slow and tantalizing, hearing you beg for him would grow his ego like logs on a fire, but it doesn’t take long before he gets lost in the sensation of you and it feels like he could be the one begging.

He practically drowns himself in you, drinking you like his favorite wine, feeling intoxicated by the smell and taste.

The room is filled with the breathy whines and groans of the two of you, a tension-fueled duet.

Astarion rubs his legs together as he eats, desperate for any form of friction. His fingers dig into your thighs as they squeeze his head.

Your senses are in overdrive, your hands clench into tight fists, your heels digging into his back. Feeling his groans vibrate against you, feeling the desperation of his mouth against you, it’s all too much. You can feel that cord deep in you tighten, about to snap.

He doesn’t let up, his movements never slowing. His sharp nose pressing into you. He’s relentless in his assault on you. Astarion loses himself in you. He’s forgotten the plot. His only focus now is on the pleasure he’s deriving. Stealing glances up at your panting, flushed face. The way your chest heaves and legs shake, your whines more beautiful than anything he’s ever heard.

Your reactions only spur him on. He doesn’t care about anything outside of your collective pleasure. He’s fervent, not even caring to hold in his groans.

You’re on the brink, teetering on that edge, at any moment you’re about the snap.

Astarion senses you growing closer, and he can’t take it anymore, moving a hand away from your thigh to palm himself through his pants.

Astarion is mumbling incoherent praises against you, so lost is the high of you. You feel yourself about to snap and with one last push from Astarion, you feel yourself reeling off the edge.

Astarion laps like a madman, helping you ride out your high. The noises and reactions you’re making do him in, and with a low groaning grunt he spills, his face still buried in between your legs.

You’re reeling as both come down from your highs, your chests still heaving. Astarion slowly stands up, admiring his work. He looks like a fallen angel, his perfect white hair is sweaty and stuck to his forehead. His face is covered in your slick as he grins breathlessly down at you. You feel like you would fall over if it weren’t for your elbows still supporting you.

His eyes are gleaming with satisfaction. He gives your open legs one last glance before gently pulling your dress back down over your legs. Astarion moves closer and gently pulls a strand of hair out of your face, a hand snakes around your waist and he pulls you up and into him.

Your forehead pressed against his chest, a hand rubs lazy circles into your back, the other cupping the back of your head. His voice is soft and amused, “Better Darling?”

Not knowing what to say, you just nod slowly into his chest. He holds you for a long moment, and you finally clear your throat, sitting up, averting your gaze from him. “I believe my carriage is waiting…”

At your words, he helps you off the desk and hands you the long discarded undergarments with a grin, “Of course doll. Once the case is dismissed, I’ll swing by for my payment”

You look up at him, embarrassed as you slip on the shorts. There’s something about the way he says “payment” that makes you think he’s not just talking about gold. With a nod, you swallow and head for the door. He holds it open and watches you leave in a flustered frenzy. His eyes never avert, not until you get into the carriage out in front of the office.

Once you’re gone, Astarion glances down at himself. A wet spot forming in his nice slacks; an unfortunate reminder of how much he enjoyed himself, maybe even more than you did. He plops down into his plush chair with a huff, a hand running through his hair.

This might be a bit more complicated than he initially thought…

(Thank you for reading <3, This is the second fic I’ve ever written, if you have any constructive criticism please give it to me! Also, the cover art is mine, and I did watch Cruel Intentions while writing this)

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