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Wulbren Bongle x Reader smüt

content warnings: alcohol consumption, semi-drunk sèx, switch!Wulbren, reader has a vagina and breasts, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), semi-public sèx, dom!Reader, safeword is established but not used, unprotected sèx, creampie(s), riding, begging, squirting, overstimulation, probably ooc!Wulbren idfk

happy valentine’s day to those of you who will hear me out on this 💀

“Have you any idea how desperate I am for you?”

Wulbren seems equally surprised by the words that fell from his lips, and several beats of silence followed.

Wulbren had never been a fan of socializing, but he’d been dragged to the get-together by his comrades, who stated that it wouldn’t be right for their leader to not participate in a celebration in their honor. Plus, he didn’t want to seem even more of a stick-in-the-mud than he already did – especially not now that he was trying to slowly, painstakingly turn over a new leaf. But gods, it was too much in there. As such, Wulbren had inadvertently followed you, exiting through a different door in search of the bench he’d spotted earlier – where the famed and fabled Hero of Baldur’s Gate sat.

The going away party for the Ironhand Gnomes, who were planning to return to the Underdark, was enjoyable, but the good drink and good company had become a bit much for you. The cool night air had been a welcomed reprieve from it all, and you were enjoying the solitude – until Wulbren rounded the corner and stared at you awkwardly, unsure of whether to leave you be or join you.

You had giggled – so faintly that he didn’t even hear it. He simply assumed that’d been the cause of the slight movement of your shoulders, combined with the smile on your lips, as you took in the uncertain expression on his face, before patting the spot beside you. In hindsight, it must have been that very same indescribable charm of yours, coupled with that disarming smile on your lips, that prompted his alcohol-riddled mind to spew out what had been his deepest, darkest secret.

The flush that had been present on your cheeks before Wulbren’s abrupt confession only deepened, but he merely stared back at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. A faint blush of his own tinted his cheeks a lavender hue.

“Elaborate,” was all you managed in response, sensing the panic rising within the Ironhand Gnome and therefore aiming to broach the subject gently, carefully.

“You’re infuriating, do you know that?” Wulbren blurted – once again not giving his words a moment’s thought before they tumbled past his lips. The mixture of confusion, shock, and amusement on your face did little to encourage him, but he soldiered on. “You are intelligent, tough, capable, quick-witted, and kind. Myself, and half my clan, would be rotting corpses in that Moonrise Towers cell right now if you hadn’t done what you did. And you had no reason to. But you did it. And then I was an absolute cunt to you. More than once. Yet you still helped me resolve things with the Gondians, and keep peace with my clan, even when my own greed and hatred nearly cost me everything.”

“That’s all very sweet – and creeping dangerously close to a ‘thank you’ that I fear may send you to an early grave, but…” you mused, leaning forward on the hand resting on the bench between you two. The smirk on your lips, and the low, teasing tone of your voice made Wulbren’s head spin. “You’ve yet to get to explaining the ‘desperate’ part.”

Wulbren hesitated, just for a moment. He then took a long, deep swig of the whiskey in his glass, before leveling you with a hard stare.

“You are beautiful and enchanting in a way that makes me believe that the only explanation is that Ao himself had a hand in your creation. Every single thing about you steals the air from my lungs. And after all you’ve done for me, for all of Faerûn– how the fuck would I not be desperate for you? Along with every other man who lays eyes on you.”

You couldn’t be sure if it was the alcohol muddling your mind, or just the weight of his words, but you had to take a moment to let it all sink in. Slowly, you took another sip of your drink, then hummed thoughtfully.

“Interesting.”

“Interesting?” Wulbren parroted incredulously – teetering on offense. He’d just poured his fucking heart out to you, and that was your response?!

“Interesting,” you repeated, then swung a leg over the bench to straddle it, and leaned forward towards him again. With both palms flat on the stone, it accentuated your cleavage – which snatched Wulbren’s attention for a split second, before returning his eyes to yours. “Interesting that you’re worried what other men may think of me, when you’re the one out here with me…. All alone…. With all the time in the world to do something about it.”

The sound of his cup hitting the ground cut through the noise of the reverie inside the tavern, and before your half-drunk mind could process the movement, he was surging forward to cup your face in his hands and pull you into a kiss – filled with more passion than any other you’d experienced in your life.

The pair of you had managed to nonchalantly sneak into the basement of the tavern, having deemed it the closest option for privacy. That was somewhere near an hour ago – or perhaps even longer. You’d lost all sense from the amount of time Wulbren had been between your thighs, surprisingly strong hands prying you open for his eager mouth to devour you.

The Ironhand leader licked, sucked, nibbled, feasted on you in a way that made it clear that his confessions of longing were not merely talk. The man was truly, deeply, deliciously desperate for you. Even after you’d orgasmed once already, Wulbren did not stop – would not stop until he’d gotten his fill. He’d simply swatted your hand away when you attempted to push him away, and held you down harder, with a strength built from years of ironwork, sure to leave bruises that’d appear by morning.

The mindless groan Wulbren let out against your center was so loud that it nearly blocked your ears from the unmistakable sound of the basement door creaking open. However, your urgent taps on his arm alerted him to the intrusion, and he halted his movements – lifting his head to watch through a crack in the storage room wall as a tipsy tavern employee stumbled about, in search of a restock on libations.

Your eyes were still locked on the worker, chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath, enjoying the reprieve from Wulbren’s fiendish tongue. However, the reprieve was short-lived, because the interruption did little to dampen his appetite. Eyes locked on your face, Wulbren slowly eased a finger inside of you, and you choked back a gasp as he immediately added another.

An impish grin graced his features when you locked eyes with him, and he whispered, “Best be quiet. Wouldn’t want some poor, unsuspecting tavern employee to see the Hero of Baldur’s Gate in such an indecent state, now would we?”

“Wulbren –” you whispered frantically, but the bastard silenced you when he began thrusting his fingers. In and out, curling them to hit your sweet spot, and you could do nothing more than clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle the whimpers that escaped.

“Oh, my apologies, did you have something to say?” Wulbren teased in a whisper, head tilted in a curious manner, contradicting the smirk on his lips and his darkened eyes.

“Wulbren, wait, I’m – fuck, I’m gonna — wait, wait, wait –”

“Hm… I don’t think I will,” he hummed quietly, then zeroed in on the spot that made you clench around his fingers the most, abusing it until –

Your fist collided with the table you laid upon, an unconscious response to the overwhelming, ear-ringing, dizzying pleasure that overwhelmed your body – especially considering that you were still fighting off the sounds that threatened to escape you.

However, the whack against the wood caught the employee’s attention, and Wulbren watched in anticipation as the man froze, scratched his head, and took a step towards the supply cupboard – until someone at the top of the stairs called for him. He mumbled “somethin’ must’ve fallen” before disappearing, closing the heavy wooden door behind him, thereby reinstating the lovers’ privacy.

All of your concentration was dedicated to re-learning how to breathe, so you didn’t notice Wulbren licking his fingers clean before discarding everything from the waist down, until your head lolled to the side to see him holding a hand out to you. His expression was serious, and devoid of emotion, but you could see it in his eyes – the nervousness, the apprehension.

You took his hand and joined him on the floor, as the two of you were in an unspoken agreement that the old table would not be able to handle the force of a coupling. When you sat down, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. It seemed as though he melted into you; the tension left his shoulders, and he let himself relax into your embrace. At that, you pulled him to lay down with you, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance without breaking the kiss.

Wulbren rested his forehead against yours and murmured, “Are you certain?”

“As certain as I was of breaking you free when I first laid eyes on you in that cell,” you replied, smiling softly against his lips. Still yet, he hesitated a moment, so you urged him by wrapping your legs around his waist and murmuring, “Please, Wulbren. I need you.”

The man shivered at your words, but nodded in confirmation, then pushed inside of you – tantalizingly slow.

Gods above, you really should have spared a peek beforehand. He was much bigger than you’d anticipated, creating a tantalizing stretch from girth alone. Your mouth dropped open and your brows furrowed, and Wulbren could scarcely stand to look at you like that – a strangled sound escaping him, from deep within his chest. You’d expected him to begin moving then, but he stayed extremely still, squeezing his eyes shut and seemingly holding his breath.

An impatient whine escaped you, and you used your ankles hooked behind him to urge him to move, but Wulbren merely let out an even more depraved, choked noise than the one before.

“S-Stop, don’t – don’t fucking do that,” he hissed, sounding breathless. “Just – just give me a moment.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” you cooed, stroking the back of your knuckles down his cheek – earning a pretty, periwinkle blush from him. “Been so desperate for so long that you can barely keep yourself from finishing the moment you’re inside me. What a sweetheart.”

“Shut the Hells –”

You flipped him over and he groaned when his back hit the floor, but you suspected it wasn’t from the impact from the way his hands fiercely, desperately, gripped your hips to halt you. You flicked his hands away, same as he’d done to you earlier, and he sucked in a stuttered breath.

“Say… hm…. Say ‘runepowder’ if you need me to stop. Otherwise, I will be taking your protests with a grain of salt. Understand?”

Wulbren nodded slightly, so you leaned forward to grab him by the jaw. Bright jewel-toned eyes stared up at you, positively enamored, and it brought a smile to your lips.

“I want your verbal confirmation, darling. Can you do that for me?”

Wulbren managed a glare, and opened his mouth to respond, then seemed to find just enough attitude left within him to shrug, the corners of his mouth twitching as he fought off a grin.

“Well, I suppose, if you won’t agree to setting a safe word, then it wouldn’t be morally appropriate of me to continue with this….” you mused with feigned resignation, frowning as you moved to get off of him. Wulbren’s hands shot out in a panic, gripping your waist and holding you in place, keeping his cock secured inside of you.

“Fine, fuck. Yes, okay, I’ll say fucking runepowder if I need to. Alright? Happy?”

As a reward, you leaned forward and kissed him – long, slow, and sweet.

“Very,” you replied, then immediately began moving your hips.

Wulbren’s head fell back against the floor with a faint thunk, and a contented sigh of relief escaped him at the sensation. You fucked yourself on his length with precision, building your pace gradually as your hips met his, until you reached a point where you were riding him without a shred of mercy. Wulbren’s cockiness from earlier gave no indication that he would get to this point – whimpering, breathless, gasping, moaning mess – especially not so quickly. But gods, it was nice to see.

You were far from finished when he, once again, tried stopping you with an iron grip on your hips and pitiful pleas of, “Hells, stop, I – I need a moment, please – fuck!”

“Hm… no, I don’t believe I will.”

Wulbren groaned, caught between wanting you to stop so he didn’t cum so godsdamned fast – and being willing to sell his very soul in exchange for you never stopping. Mindlessly, his hands attempted to halt you once more, frantically clutching your hips and waist. You took his hands in yours, and forced them above his head – flat against the wood, leaning on them to support yourself at this new angle, but being mindful to not hurt his hands.

The man whimpered in the most pathetic manner you’d ever heard, and the moment he opened his eyes – seeing you looming above him with a fucked-out smirk on your lips, still riding his cock like you were trying to kill him – it was more than he could take. Wulbren gasped your name, at the same moment you felt his warm cum filling you up.

You paused, peppering a few kisses over his nose, cheeks, forehead, and lips, before moving to kiss the shell of his ear and whisper, “I’m not yet done with you, sweetheart.”

Wulbren opened his mouth – either to question you, or begin apologizing profusely for finishing before you. He wasn’t even sure which was going to take precedent. However, whatever semblance of a rational thought he’d possessed, was stolen from him in an instant, as you began moving your hips once again.

If you thought the poor Ironhand leader sounded wrecked before, it was nothing compared to how he sounded now.

The moans and whimpers grew so loud that you were grateful for the incessant noise from above, the party still in full swing. And then the man began babbling, incoherent praises and remarks that he didn’t even seem fully aware of saying.

“Gods, fuck, yes – use me. Ah, fuck! Slower…. Wait, no, harder. Gods, yes, just like that…. Ugh, you feel so fucking good…. I’m yours. I’m yours, use me, please….”

With a saccharine smile, you murmured, “Can you cum for me one more time, darling?” Your lips ghosting over his, your soaked cunt still gliding up and down over his twitching, still-leaking cock, over and over and over.

Wulbren whined, loud and pitiful, before gasping out, “Yes. For you. Anything for you.”

Everything felt so deliciously warm and wet. The sloppy mess pooling where your bodies met, a mixture of his previous orgasm and your ever-gushing slick. The sweat sticking to every inch of your bodies, glimmering like crystals when the moonlight caught it. The impossibly tight warmth surrounding his throbbing cock.

Wulbren wasn’t sure he was going to survive this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Please tell me you’re close. By Ironhand, please be fucking close,” Wulbren gasped out.

“Almost. If you promise to be good, I’ll let you use your pretty hands to help me get off.”

“Yes, I-I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good for you. Please, let me touch you,” he pleaded, and you released your hold on his hands.

One immediately flew to cup your breast through your top, squeezing and kneading the flesh, as the other moved to deftly circle your clit, with a precision you didn’t expect him to be capable of in this state. Mindlessly, his hips began thrusting upwards to match your movements, and the slight alteration of the position had him hitting your sweet spot in a way that made your back bow as you cried out his name. Clearly eager to please, Wulbren continued the motion, as well as kept thumbing your clit, and the moment he felt your walls begin to spasm around his cock, he came in unison with you, filling you up again as you soaked his entire torso, groin, and thighs with your juices.

Your entire body felt like electrified jelly, as you rolled off of him and laid on the floor beside him. From your peripheral, you could see his chest heaving, and you suspected you appeared in an even worse state. Wordlessly, Wulbren stood and grabbed a couple of rags from a clean laundry basket in the corner, and began tidying himself after handing you one. When you glanced at Wulbren again, he was already looking at you, a faint smile on his sweat-speckled face.

“Well, what’s the verdict? Did I live up to expectations?” you questioned, breathless.

“You were adequate.”

“Adequate?!” you gasped, putting a hand to your chest in offense, and Wulbren laughed lightheartedly.

“Oh, please. I was embarrassing myself to the Fugue Plane and back by begging and whining like a bitch in heat not five minutes ago. Do you really have to ask?”

“No, but I certainly don’t mind the praise,” you teased, and Wulbren rolled his eyes.

“Tch. The Hero of Baldur’s Gate doesn’t mind a little praise? Color me shocked.”

You laughed, and Wulbren smiled at you. A few moments of silence passed, and an awkwardness settled into your bones – likely related to the alcohol having worn off as well. The two of you hadn’t even been friends before this, so what in the Hells was meant to happen next?

Seemingly sensing your discomfort, Wulbren stood and quickly dressed himself, then held out a hand to you.

“Come on. Let’s get you put back together, and then I think you owe me a drink.”

“Oh, I owe you a drink?” you inquired, eyebrows raised, as you did as he bade you and began dressing yourself. Sweetly, he knelt and helped with the laces on your boots, an amused grin on his face.

“Certainly. You drug me down here –”

“I drug you down here?! Oh, you absolute ass –”

“And had your way with me. So, now I’m owed a drink,” Wulbren concluded. “But I suppose I could stand to buy you one as well. Only to be a gentleman, that is.”

“Oh that’s what you think you are? A gentleman?” you jested, one eyebrow raised, and the smug smirk on his lips widened.

“Mhmm.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” you replied, grinning at him once more before returning to the festivities upstairs, a very contented, much-too-smiley Wulbren trailing behind you.

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