𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 | smutshot
pairing—astarion x m!reader
summary—as much as you enjoy your heated nights together, a part of you still longs for more
warnings—pwp, top!astarion, dom!astarion, dom/sub undertones, mentions of blood, blood drinking, soft sex?, slight fluff, mostly just shameless smut
word count—667
rating—18+, smut under the cut
Astarion held onto you, keeping you in place. His hands were gentle, the tips of his fingers gliding over your naked skin. Still, there was no use fighting him, no escape. Not that you were looking for one.
A low whine tumbled from your lips as he pushed deeper inside you and his long, slender fingers curled loosely around your throat.
You sat in his lap with your back to his chest, upright within the dimly lit tent. You were back at camp now after a long day of exploring, fighting and killing. The adrenaline had clearly stuck with your devoting companion, all blood within him rushing down to his lowest parts.
He was hungry. Hungry for you. For your whines and moans, for the smell of your damp skin against his. Most of all, for your blood.
He reached around with his spare hand and touched you where you needed him most, stroking his fingers over you lazily as the hand around your throat tightened. He tapped your neck with one outstretched finger and you obeyed, rolling your head to the side, allowing it to land gently on his shoulder.
He pushed up into you again and moaned against your skin as he finally sunk his teeth into you. As he drank, you wondered what it would be like to die like this. In his arms, connected in such an intimate way, as he drank you dry. To die like this, you decided, would not be so bad. It would be better than succumbing to the tadpole behind your eye.
Yes, you thought as you began to lift your hips only to sink back down onto him again, if he were to lose control and drain your very essence of life while fucking you raw, it would be a good way to die.
“Astarion,” you whimpered his name and he smiled, pulling his fangs from you.
His thrusts continued once again as his tongue licked up the last drops of blood that fell from your neck.
“Oh darling, you’re too good to me,” he spoke, his voice heavy and laced with silk.
You hoped he felt some true affection for you. He had allowed himself to be more vulnerable with you, after all. You’d seen the scars on his back, traced your fingers along them as he told you of his past. He’d opened up to you and now you spent almost every night with him.
Even if he did not truly care for you, you supposed it was okay. As long as he allowed you to keep caring for him, that was all that mattered.
He held you against him as he continued to kiss your neck, his eyes peering over your body, looking down at where your pink tip throbbed in his hand.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he whispered into your ear, “Go on, be a good little boy and cum for me.”
And so you did, hot liquid spilling out over his hand and your stomach. He continued to roll his hips into you, chasing after his own release. He held your throat still, grip tightening as he finally fell over the edge, releasing into you.
His final moan came out in one deep, long breath and he pressed his lips to the soft skin on your shoulder before helping you up off of him.
His lips curled up, fangs bearing, as he watched you fall to the floor, utterly exhausted. The sex itself was enough to wear you out after such a long day but it was the absence of blood which always pushed you to your limit. You would sleep well, at least. Right through until morning.
Astarion cleaned you up and crawled down beside you, pulling the blankets up over your tired bodies as he pulled you to his chest again, this time in a much more tender moment. Your eyes had already fallen closed but only once you were in his arms did you finally drift off to sleep.
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