#witcher smut

You had recently met Geralt, he was an Alpha, your Alpha to be exact. He knew you, and of your family, and one day during a walk through the town square, you met eyes with Geralt and you both realised you were mates. 

Your parents were more than happy to be rid of you, they prized their Alpha son and daughter. Not you, not the only Omega of the family. 

You hadn't minded, you knew of Geralt for a long time, every time he visited the town you would always watch him, having had a crush on him for a long time. And in turn, Geralt adored you. The smell of your sweet, omega nature. The sight of you sent his heart racing; He knew you were his, no hesitation or doubt in his mind.

Geralt had no official home, with his job and he had explained that to you. But you wanted away from your family, and to spend every waking hour with Geralt. You had been travelling with him for a month now, and he was yet to touch you in the way you desired so desperately. But you knew your heat would be starting in the next few days, if not sooner. 

Geralt led you deep into the dense woods, his large hand wrapped around your smaller one, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you. The forest was quiet and peaceful, the sound of leaves crunching under your feet the only noise in the night.

Eventually, he came to a stop at a small clearing. A makeshift camp was set up, a fire blazing in the center, casting a warm glow over the surrounding area. Geralt turned to you, his eyes burning with desire and affection as he looked at his mate. 

"Are you not cold?" He asks, his deep voice sending shivers down your body. You weren't cold, you should of been, it was the dead of night, and the fire was only small. 

"Sweetling, when was your last heat?" He asks, you blushed deeply. Geralt wanted to take things really slow with you. You'd barely gone past kissing.

"I don't know... my family would always have me on suppressants" You answer truthfully. You'd only had one heat before, and that was your very first, and that was years ago. 

"Would you feel comfortable with me helping you through your heat?" He asks, you keep your gaze on his. 

"Of course, you're my Alpha"

He growls deep in his chest before answering. "I know that darling, but you shouldn't just want me for that reason"

"Geralt, I've wanted you for a long time, long before I found out that I was an Omega" You explain, blushing deeper as you speak. "I want you to take me completely"

"Are you asking me to... mate you?"

"Yes, I think it's time" You answer. Geralt nods, his eyes dark as they look at you. 

"Let's eat, and go to bed... your heat will probably start soon, we need to get as much energy into you before that" He explains. 

So you eat the food he prepares for you, and you both get into the tent. You were used to Geralt touching your body now, you would sleep next to each other every night, keeping each other warm as the night passes. And he would always touch you, whether it be stroking your hair or tracing shapes into hips. 

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 You weren't sure of the time when you woke up, but it had definitely been a few hours. Probably 2am or something. Your brain felt foggy, and your body felt hot. You could feel the slick between your legs, usually you slept in a top of Geralt's and a pair of your underwear for maximum comfort. You were sure your panties were soaked in your juices. 

"Alpha" You whined, Geralt was asleep behind you, he soon woke up, and you could see his nostrils flare as he picked up your scent. 

"Omega" He growls, you were laying on your back, your legs open as you thrust into the air above you. 

"Please" You whined, Geralt moved quickly, he stripped the clothes he was wearing, you whimpered more when you see his cock, already hard. If you weren't in heat, you'd wonder how it would even fit inside of you. 

Geralt moved, first taking your top off, and then peeling your sodden panties off your body. He growls deeply when the scent of your wet slick surrounded the tent, you were sure he couldn't smell anything else. 

"Gonna look after you" He whispers, you watch as his cock leaks, you wondered if he had, or was close to starting his rut. 

"Please" You begged, your body felt warm, and it burned in between your legs, burning desire for him. Geralt moved, sitting himself on his knees between your legs. With his hands he opened your legs, spreading them and your wet pussy to him. You watch as his eyes look over your naked form, he growls and then leans down, putting his mouth on you, tasting you. 

You whine loudly, you had never felt so good before, you were addicted, Geralt's tongue was deep between your folds, dipping into your hole, tasting you. He growls and moans as he tastes you. Never had he tasted anything as good as you. In a matter of moments he had you coming hard over his tongue, your slick leaving your bodies, covering his face and the sleeping bag underneath you. 

"Alpha... please" You whimpered. Geralt moved quickly, his body hovered over yours, he was so large in comparison, you couldn't even see past his shoulder. Not that you could see much in the darkness of the tent. 

Geralt reaches down, pressing his lips to yours for a moment. You can taste yourself on his lips, you moan against them, as he kisses you. Geralt grinds down against your thigh, his huge cock rubbed against you, covering you in his seed, his scent. 

He moves away from your lips and kisses your chin, before moving to the scent gland on your neck. You whimpered when his nose brushed over the sensitive skin. 

"Smell so good baby" He whispers against your skin, his teeth just brush over your gland making your body shudder against him. 

"Bite, please" You whimper. 

"Not yet sweetheart, I want to be inside you when I claim you" He growls, he moves one of his hands down to grip his hard, pulsing cock. "Ready?"

"Yes, please Geralt" You reply. He then presses the blunt tip of his cock against your tight hole. You were leaking slick, it wasn't an issue for him pushing into you. But it did still hurt, you winced, but cried out loudly, knowing this was exactly what you needed. Geralt starts kissing your neck, kissing your scent gland, whispering sweet words to calm you down as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you. 

Geralt was a large man, with a cock that was fitting for a large man, you weren't sure his knot would fit eventually, already his cock felt like it was stretching you like a knot would. He stopped when he was fully inside of you, and then he looked up at you. Your eyes met, and for a short second, you smiled at each other. All you could see in those hard eyes of his, was love for you, it made you feel full of love, as well as full of his cock. 

"Alpha" You whine. "You can start moving"

Geralt lets out a small growl before pulling all the way out, he waits for a moment before slamming his cock back into you. You both moan loudly, your hands flew to grip his shoulders. And then Geralt starts fucking you, thrusting in and out, moving his hips back and forth. 

"Fuck" He growls. "Omega, gonna bite you"

"Please" You whimper, sliding your head to the side to give him more space. He growls again, and you were starting to realise just how much he did growl, and how much it turned you on. 

Geralt keeps fucking you, he presses a short kiss to your lips and then moves his mouth down to your neck. His thrusts go slower, and deeper, and then finally he bites down on your neck, claiming you, and marking you as his and only his. 

You cried out loudly, the pain from your neck soon turning into pleasure. Your legs shuddered as you felt yourself come, you tightened your legs against his large hips as he fucked you through your pleasure. 

"That's fucking girl" He says, his voice deep and gravely. "That's my good fucking girl"

You whined loudly and clenched around him, feeling yourself lose yourself once more around his cock, leaking more juices. You needed him, more of him. You needed his-

"Knot, Alpha please" You beg. Geralt speeds up a little, his groans became a little louder, obviously liking the words you had said, his mouth was still attached to your neck, lapping up the blood that had left your mating bond when he bit you. 

"Gonna knot you darling" He rasps, his hips speeding up until he roars loudly, he fully inserts himself into you, spilling his seed deep inside of you. Moments later the base of his cock inflated, his knot stretching you more than before.

You moan loudly, your body shaking as you come hard around his knot. The both of you were breathing heavily, and for a moment you felt sated, knowing his knot would keep your heat calm for a second. The second wave would certainly pick up in a few hours, but until then you could rest. 

Geralt moves the two of you, shifting so he could lie on his back with you on top of him, his large body ample space for you to rest easily whilst his knot was deep inside of you. 

"Was that good for you, sweet Omega?" He asks quietly. You move your head, looking up at him,his eyes were looking down at you, love within them. 

"It was wonderful, Alpha" You whisper. "I can't wait to spend every heat with you"

"Me too, sweet girl" He whispers. 

"I love you" You say, blushing deeply from the words and their meaning. 

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Geralt was going to tear whoever did this to you to pieces. He would gouge their eyes out and make them eat them. 

That was just one of the thoughts that rang through his mind as he cradled you in his arms, your nose bleeding onto his now naked torso, the shirt you had torn off of him a mere moment ago nearly in the fire. 

This was not supposed to be how this happened, this wasn’t supposed to happen at all. He had made himself stay away for this exact reason, everything he loved was destroyed. 

The witcher had always been against you joining the group. 

You had been a brothel worker when you came upon Jaskier six months ago, walking the streets with achy legs from a long shift, smelling of the salt water you had bathed in when you saw a group of men holding him up and beating on him. 

A yell had crossed your lips and without thinking you picked up a log near your feet, launching at the men and swinging anywhere you could to scare them off, hitting a couple of them harshly before they finally scampered away leaving you standing in the mud with a log and the poor fool laying bloody and beaten on the ground. 

You had brought him to your tiny rooms at the brothel, helped him clean up and soon enough he was asking you to join them. You hesitated for a moment, watching him use one of your rags to dot at the cuts along his face before shrugging. 

Anything is better than the life of a brothel worker, right?

Wrong. 

Brothels didn’t have the annoying attitude of Geralt the fucking Witcher. Okay well some did since Jaskier admitted to Geralt being a frequent guest of them, but you had never seen him and you wished you never met him either. 

He spent every waking moment snapping at you, or blatantly ignoring you when you were trying to ask questions. It was either you didn’t exist or everything you did was wrong, and you could never figure out why the way he treated you bothered you so fucking much. 

Men had done far worse to you in that brothel, but Geralt giving you the cold shoulder nearly brought you to tears? What?

Then again none of the men that came to the brothel were like Geralt at all. None of them had those melting golden eyes or the firm touch of a protector, none of them could turn a sword in their hands the way he does or make anyone feel at ease in his presence. 

Well……anyone but you. 

Maybe he knew you had feelings for him, maybe he hated your guts. Many reasons why he never wanted to talk to you filled your head and none of them were good. 

You spent your days obsessing over a man that barely glanced back at you, your horse in the back of the group with Jaskier always a force between you both. 

Geralt takes a moment to tie the corset of your dress so you weren’t exposed before pulling you into his arms and laying you on his bed, moving to grab a cloth from the basin in the corner of the inn room. 

When he returns to your side he takes a chance to slide the hair from your face, swiping the damp cloth along the blood trail your nose left in soft strokes as he watches you sleep. He would make sure you were breathing and comfortable before he went out and broke some limbs. 

It had been six months of that behavior, and it was truly beginning to wear you down. 

The days were spent either passive aggressively ignoring him back for scoffing at any mistake of yours he pointed out. Today was a passive aggressive silent game. 

He had woken you up by snapping in your face and the months of travel and anger were beginning to catch up so you had slapped his hand out of your face, watching a small amount of shock fill his face before his eyes narrowed in anger. 

“You overslept….again.” In the beginning you would have a snarky retort, something mocking his breath or face, but now you merely rolled your eyes and turned your back to him as you packed up your bedroll. He doesn’t seem to understand your silent game since he tries to piss you off once more. “We are going to be behind if you keep sleeping like this.”

It would be so easy to turn around and tell him to shove off, but then he would know he had that effect so you simply picked you belongings up, fixed your boots and walked to the horses where Jaskier sat atop his own. 

The bard gives you a knowing look as you mount your own horse after fixing everything onto it, legs swinging with a natural ease and a slight warmth on your thigh. When you look down you see Geralt's hand placed on it, and you realize he had helped you up. “Are you angry with me? Or have you lost your voice?”

“Just matching the treatment given to me.” You snark, a feeling of pride in your chest when you see him all but snarl. You kick the horse into gear after that, this time taking the lead as his hand slips from your thigh and he rushes to Roach. 

By the time he catches up he makes Roach walk alongside your horse, his face furious. “The treatment I gave you?”

You hum out, moving to speed up your horse but Geralt is too quick, within moments he has the reins of your horse in his hand, pulling on them until you are close enough for your thighs to touch. 

“Answer me.”

You hum again, your heartbeat rising and you wonder if he can hear it when his eyes cast down to your chest before looking back at you. 

“Humming is not an answer.”

You hum once more, moving to snatch the reins but his hand reaches out to grab your jaw. “I need to hear your voice.”

You slap his hand away once more and snatch the reins, giving him a glare before moving forward. 

“I don’t understand.” He grunted to Jaskier later that day, fixing his travel pack on roach as the bard leans against the same post the horses were tied to. You had gone to the market to grab some necessities and when Geralt demanded to go with you he had been met with another empty hum and Jaskier had told him to back down. 

“She’ll avoid attention if she isn’t traveling with a witcher, not to mention she knows how to bargain for cheaper prices when she isn’t flanked by your glare.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He growls, watching the bard smirk.

“The market workers like the attention she can give them-”

“We agreed she didn’t have to do any of that stuff if she traveled with us.”

“She does this willingly, and even so it’s not the same as in the brothel. She doesn’t have to offer up her-” A heavy growl slips from Geralt and Jaskier chooses not to finish his sentence, instead rolling his eyes and moving to his own horse. “I think you would be better off if you just told her you love her.”

“I do not-”

“Oh hush. I see you watch her sleep every morn, then I see you yell at her for waking up late because you forgot to wake her up.” He laughs. “And I see you hover whenever she mounts and dismounts Lugo. Not to mention the way you give her the bigger rations of whatever we eat and-”

“Fuck off.” 

Jaskier takes the win and turns away from the witcher, fiddling with the lute while Geralt tries to make himself look busy. 

After a moment of silence the witcher stands quickly. “Why won’t she speak to me?”

A laugh escapes the bard once more. “Because you ignore her any chance you get?”

“I do not.” 

“Well I know that. But she doesn’t, because you never even bother talking to her. You’d rather silently pine like a lost-” He trails off when he sees you emerge from the hills, sacks of produce in your arms with a small smile on your face. “Fresh hells.”

“The men were ready to lose their money today boys!”

“Did they bother you?” Geralt growls and you give him a glare back before shoving the sack of apples into his chest. 

Once he is sure you are breathing properly he covers you with the blanket, before moving to grab his sword, careful not to wake you up. 

You spend the rest of the day simply ignoring them both, too busy being proud of the way you scammed the merchants and all you had to do was lift your skirt to your knee. 

Geralt kept Roach near your own horse, and Jaskier took the back for once, all of you traveling in silence until Jaskier begins to whine. 

“It has been forever since we slept indoors.”

Silence follows for a moment before Geralt turns to glare at him. “And Y/n just saved us so much coin we can each get a room in the next town.”

“This is true! I did!” You laugh, turning to look at Jaskiers mopey face. 

“Fuck.” Geralt grunts, turning back to the road so he doesn’t have to look at either of you again. 

Jaskier is still sitting in the hall with his lute, strumming softly in the drunken daze as the crowd they had gathered earlier has finally died down. 

“Bard.” Geralt grunts, trying to get his attention. But Jaskier doesn’t move, simply keeps his eyes closed as he plays a chord. So Geralt kicks his chin. 

The bard before him jumps up with a shout before his eyes land on the white haired witcher before him. 

“I got us all rooms and I found you in a hallway.” 

“I was merely resting for a moment.” He sighs, reaching down to grab the ale mug filled with coins he earned from his performance. “It’s hard to be a -”

The silver amulet is shoved in his face before he can finish the sentence, eyes widening as Geralt grunts. “Who gave this to Y/n?”

“The charming blonde who had been dancing with her all night while you sat in the back and glared.”

“Where did he disappear to?”

“You mean after you snatched her?”

By the time the three of you made it to the next town your ass was worn from the saddle and you were a bit wobbly when you got down, Geralt standing behind you and you scoffed as you looked at him. “Waiting for me to fall so you can lecture me?”

He opens his mouth to respond and you find yourself excited that he is actually about to answer back before he huffs and glares before disappearing. And once more you are left feeling like nothing. 

You watch as he disappears into the tavern before turning to Jaskier. “I asked around at the market…”

“About?”

“About work.”

“Ah!” He smiles, moving to lean on you. “And what did you find for our dear witcher to do?”

“Not for him actually.” Your throat tightens as you struggle to find the words. Jaskier doesn’t seem to catch on to your solemn mood. 

“Oh? A performance for me? I’m sure I can prepare a lullaby or two-”

“For me.” You interrupt, pulling yourself away from him and crossing your arms uncomfortably as he stares at you. 

“For…..you?” You nod at his question, trying to gain some power here. “What do you-”

“Madame Horchels brothel is in this town, she is famous within word and if I met with her then I am sure I would be set up with a room and a hot meal a day-”

“Why in fucks sake would you ever want to go back to that?”

Tears were welling in your eyes as he stared at you and you struggled to find words. “I am just……tired of feeling useless and pathetic……”

“So you would go back to whoring?”

“You don’t have to act so disgusted!” You snap, shame filling you at his reaction. “I never saw you complaining about my past when I was flirting with guards or-”

“I am sorry, I never meant to judge. I just think…..” He sighs out and rubs his face aggressively before moving to pull you into a hug. “It’s been a cold couple days. How about we go in and get a drink, a good night's rest in actual beds before we make decisions? Yeah?”

A hooded figure passes you both to get into the tavern and you simply shrug. “I think my mind is made up Jask.”

“I think it would be a mistake and we would miss you terribly……..okay I would miss you terribly.”

“Why would you miss her?” Geralt snaps out from a couple steps away, eyes squinted in an angry manner. He had originally come to snap at you both to watch your surroundings but had caught the tail end of the conversation instead. 

“Y/n here was just rushing a decision. But we aren’t gonna talk about that, right now a round of ale on me.”

“You spent all your coin two towns ago on new strings for your lute.” Geralt reminds, eyes never leaving your figure. 

“Then I shall make more coin!” He cheers, pulling you into the tavern and snatching the room keys from Geralt. 

Things escalated from there, and any time Geralt asked about their conversation they changed the subject and he was beginning to lose his mind. Were you okay? Why would Jaskier miss you? Why was he so worried about this? He watched you drink all night, ignoring him, and he watched as many of the men in the tavern asked you for a dance. He knew none of the men were a threat, and you knew how to handle them, even if it got out of control he could have his sword to their throat with a mere minute. So he didn’t really pay attention to your dance partners. 

 But one in particular caught his attention, the hooded figure that had walked too close to you both earlier had emerged from his corner and asked for a dance, and something in Geralt screamed for him to go and get you away. But he didn’t, instead he sat back and drank, allowing you room to have fun. 

The blonde stranger whirled you around and spun you and bought you drink after drink. Your eyes glazed over and your smile was wide enough to split your face, a jealous feeling crept into Geralts chest and the urge to punch the stranger grew and grew as Jaskier played song after song. 

“Can I get you another drink?” 

“Hmm?” Geralts attention snaps from your figure to the tavern wench beside him, giving him a small smile. 

“Another ale?”

“I think I am fine. Thank you-” She doesn’t wait, walking away since she didn’t get more coin and when Geralt sneaks his attention back to you he can’t help but slam his empty mug down. 

The stranger had you turn around with you lifting your hair as he placed an amulet on your neck, kissing your shoulder and before Geralt could stop himself he lunged to grab you. 

One moment you are giggling about the gorgeous, the next you are thrown over Geralts shoulder as he shoves the gorgeous fae away from you, hauling you up the stairs of the inn with no care. 

“Put me down!” You shout, slamming your hand into his back as he walks through the first hall then up the next flight of stairs. 

“You’ve had too much to drink.” 

“And you care why?”

“Because that man would take advantage.’ He growls. 

“Well he gave me a necklace, that’s how the business works.” You giggle, reaching up to touch the necklace but the world whirls once more as Geralt places your feet on the ground and pushes you into the wall. His hand stopped your head from hitting the wood but the rest of you was pressed between him and the wall. 

“Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” You ask breathlessly, watching his face with adoration. Had he always been so…..

“Joke about that. You need something then I will get it for you.” 

“What if I want the prettiest jewels in the kingdom?”

“Then I kill more beasts.” He was dead serious and the hazy feeling was taking over so before you know it you find yourself leaning in to whisper “What is I want an orgasm?”

A red tint crosses his neck but his face remains serious as he leans his head against yours to whisper. “Then you ask me.”

And for a moment you can’t breathe, you find yourself aching, every part of you wanting to touch him suddenly. But before you can he whispers once more. “But not tonight. My first time with you will be sober.” 

Then the wood behind you disappears and you realize he had pressed you against the door to your room. Landing in a ball on the floor he sends a small smile before slamming the door and the heat that had filled you dims for a moment. 

But just for a moment. 

You pull yourself up from the floor, moving to the bed before the aching returns and your body heats up twice as bad. Everything begins going hazy as a sweat covers you and then you lose it. 

“I need to go.” Geralt snaps, shoving Jaksier to the direction of the stairs. “You go watch her. Don’t let her make any more mistakes.”

“Where are you- Geralt? What happened?! Hello?!” Jaskier calls after the witcher, watching him storm through the tavern before slamming the doors on his way out. With a deep sigh the bard grabs his jacket and mug of coins before making his way to find the rooms. 

It had been an hour since he left you in your room and Geralt could not relax himself. Jaskier had just stopped singing and Geralt was still pacing the inn room, back and forth back and forth. 

The aching hard on he had refused to go away, the image of your dazed eyes all he could think about, and the way you whispered to him had him so close to snapping all together. But he didn’t, and you were safe in your room with him just two doors down. But the floorboards creaking by his door caught his attention, and he reached for the sword as the doorknob jiggled. 

Stepping towards it slowly as it creaks open only to reveal you, standing in the hall in nothing but your dress slip and a flushed face. “Geralt-” You moan out and his knees nearly buckle when you rush in and slam the door. 

The sword falls from his hands so he can catch you when you come hurdling to him, pulling him in for a harsh kiss. Your lips melt into his and you moan in victory when he kisses back, pressing yourself against him as your hands fly into his hair. 

His own hands find purchase on you hips, and before he can tell himself not to he moves them to start a grinding motion the both of your would like. It stays like this for a moment until you bite his lip on a particularly aggressive moan, pulling back to catch a breath as you press your hips into his harder than before. 

For a second he admires you, the way your face scrunches up in pleasure and the moans that he is pulling from your lips, letting out a heavy ‘FUCK’ when you circle your hips. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” You gasp out, hands dragging from his hair to his chest before you start tearing the clasps on his shirt, scratching it a bit in your struggle to get it off. “Ineedyou, it hurtssobad-” 

This makes him hesitate, pulling back a little just as you fling his shirt, your hands flying to undo the slip and he finally catches your eyes. Only they weren’t the eyes he had fallen in love with, instead they were a deep red. 

“Y/n?” He asks, heartbeat racing as he snatches your wrists in one hand, the other coming to grab you chin. “Look at me.”

“Geralt, please. It hurts.” You whine and the gem in the amulet glows the same red as your eyes. 

Dread fills him as he reaches down to tear it off you, the silver cutting you a bit before he chucks it across the room. 

He couldn’t breathe properly as he watched you come down from the spell, anger filling him. You hadn’t meant any of this, this had been a spell. 

He was a fucking fool. 

“Geralt?” You breathe out, taking in the room before looking at his shirtless torso and the small scratches you had made to get the shirt off. “What-”

And just like that you were gone. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nose started bleeding as you passed out, he barely caught you before you hit the floor. “Fuck.”

You awake mid day- the sun blaring in through the blinds and you do your best to cover your eyes.  “Oh make it stop-”

“There are no covers for the window.” Jaskier sighs from where he is laying on the floor. “I tried stealing the blanket from you and you hissed at me.”

“Serves you right….” You mumble, taking in the room as you realize that last night hadn’t been a dream after all and a deep embarrassment fills you. 

“H-have…..have you seen Geralt?” You ask, leaning over the bed to look at him.

“He left around sunrise in a pissy mood.”

“Did he… did he say anything?” You felt like an utter fool, and you were doing your best not to be sick. 

“Said to watch you so you didn’t make any more mistakes.”  Jaskier shrugs before yawning. 

“He said that? He said mistake?” Your voice cracks as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. 

“He did. I assumed he caught you with the blonde gu- Y/n? What’s the matter?”

“I…… I have to go.” You rush out, jumping over him to leave the room. 

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Geralt finds Jaskier waiting at the horses when he rides up, tired and cranky, and he gets even crankier when he sees that your horse is empty of all your travel bags. 

“Is she not awake? Do we need to get a healer?” He rushes out, launching from roach to get to the tavern only for Jaskier to hold the lute in front of him. 

“She woke up several hours ago, it’s nearly dusk.” 

“Then where is she?”

“Gone.”

“Gone?” His heart is racing too fast and he’s hoping that Jaskier starts laughing soon and this is all a joke. 

“I told her you said to make sure she didn’t make any more mistakes and she got really sad and started crying as she packed up.” He explains. “She went to this brothel and they wouldn’t let me in but they let her in and she came out to say bye soon after that.”

“She went to a brothel?!” He snaps, grabbing the collar of Jaskiers dress coat. 

“Don’t blame me! This is your doing!”

“How. So.”

“You were the one that made her feel worthless! Never looking at her and always in her business about her mistakes-”

“Her mistakes get her hurt, or worse, killed!”

“Then tell her that! Rather than yell at her all the time with no explanation-”

“Where is the brothel?”

“It’s no use.”

“Where. Is. The. Brot-”

“She made a deal! The madame owns her!”

“Not on my fucking watch.” Geralt snaps, mounting the roach in one fluent move before nodding to Jaskier. “Hurry.”

He had to get you. 

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You brush out your hair in your seat and sigh recalling what Eskel said. When a knock interrupts you you get up and walk to it opening it seeing geralt.

“Are you alright?” He asks “I’m alright.” You reply moving to the side so he can walk in.

“What Eskel said y/n-“ “no it’s fine! Don’t… geralt I’m scared of sex!. I’m scared of what happens before during and after, will it hurt will I not enjoy it, will I-….will I regret it.” You reply to him as you sit on the side of your bed.

“That’s okay.” He says kneeing infront of you.

“I feel so fucking stupid!” You cover your face in your hands. Geralt takes your wrists in his hands and looks at you.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too it’s your body your morals, you’re choice.” He says his golden eyes looking at you. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him he kisses you back hands resting on the side of you. He pulls away in a slight panic but keeps your foreheads together.

“Y/n..” “please…” “y/n you’re being pressured.” Geralt says “wolf.” You reply “if it’s with you I don’t have any pressure.”

He presses his lips against yours once again and pulls you up lifting you. Geralt places you on your back against the bed as he hovers over you still kissing. His hand roams you waist to your thigh pulling it up to his liking around his waist.

He pulls his lips away from you and kisses down your jaw and neck stopping at your chest. He looks up at you. You nod giving him permission.

He moves unties the front of your night gown exposing your breasts to him. You pull your arms up over to cover yourself.

“Y/n please don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful.” He says leaning into you. “But…I-…I don’t have a big enough chest to your liking. All the girl who flirt with you in taverns are more than blessed.” You reply.

Geralt chuckles and kisses your forehead “annoying is what they are. I just want you and what you have to offer I don’t care about the shape of your breasts or body, no matter the scars or the bruises you are beautiful more than anything!” He says to you making you blush like crazy.

He pecks your lips and leans closer to your ear “now please love….let me show you” he sighs moving your hands the the side you oblidge exposing your self to him.

Finally to find can begin. His hand massages your breasts as he kisses your neck surely to leave marks. Pulling back he takes his shirt off revealing his amazing chest and mountain abs.

Forgetting sometimes how giant geralt is compared to you.

He runs his hands up your thighs gathering your gown as he goes and pulling it over your head throwing it off somewhere into the room. Now leaving you fully exposed to his pleasure.

His hand moves back to your inner thigh and he palms your clit against his rough fingers. You gasp at the sensation how different it feels from doing so yourself.

Geralt slowly pushes in one finger causing you back to arch as his finger bottoms out in you.

He begins to move it reading against the squishy bit inside you. Not knowing it could feel this good and it’s only hand.

“W-wolf.” You cry about already feeling the sensation of an orgasam he carfully puts in another finger and speeds up the pace. Feeling you stretch and fletch around his fingers makes his harder than he was before his pants becoming tighter by the second.

Your breathing becomeing ragged as you grab the sheets. Geralt pulls his fingers out before you can cum. You pant coming down from your almost climax. As geralt takes off his pants revealing his dick.

Out of reflex you cover your mouth and shit up slightly “sorry..” you say he chuckles “we don’t have to if you want I can keep fingering you.” He says placing his hand on your cheek. As amazing as he was you shake your head no wanting him even more now that he gives you options.

“Will-…will it hurt?” You ask he nods “only for a second. If at any point you want me to stop, or don’t like something, let me know and I’ll cease my actions immediately.” He says you kiss him smiling out of it. And nod.

You lay back down and open your legs for him. He rests in between taking in the wonderful sight of you. Rubbing his fingers up your slut feeling for you he spreads your lips and angles himself at you. He takes your arms and wraps them around his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need anything.” He says looking into your eyes you nod a slight blush forming over you.

He begins to enter you.

“Ngh! Ah.” You cry out shutting your eyes as his tip enters your tight cunt. “F-fuck.” He curses softly.

He continues slowly and in increments to let you adjust over the time.

“No no ah wait.” You say he stops “ill pull out.” He says “no!” You exclaims he nods “I-I’m okay. Just…y-you’re r-really big.” You say embarrassed he chuckles and nods kissing your face.

“Okay go ahead.” You reply.

Continueing his actions until he’s enough in for you to adjust geralt waits for your commands only wanting to make sure you’re well taken care of.

After a few seconds you nod at him bracing your self against as he slowly begins to move his hips back and forth. Tears form at the corner of you eyes and fall geralt whips them away and kisses your lips making you smile at him.

The feeling of distant pain begins to fade as you adjust to geralt size.

“M-more please.” You moan out geralt kisses you deeply and pushes further into you thrusting faster. Causing you to gasp and arch making him groan in pleasure roughly thrusting into you causing your nails to dig into his back. Surely making marks.

The sounds of geralt grunts and moans in your ear caus you the clench around him.

“Geralt..ah please Ah” you moan out to him biting your lip.

He kisses your neck and nips at your sweet spot he found so easily before.

“ah w-wolf!” you gasp 

“let go y/n, cum for me.” he replies thrusting upwards hitting your perfect spot. Geralt presses his lips against yours muffling a moan from you as you let go. the large rush of pleaurse hitting you shaking.

Geralt ceases his actions on you watching your ragged pants and eye lids fluttering. He kisses your forehead and carfully pulls out of you, panting not worried about finishing himself as he only wants you to feel good tonight.

He gets up and walks over to the desk grabbing a rag submerging it in the bowl of water and then rings it out and walks back over to you.

Lifting your lower half and opening your leg “y-you dont have too-” “i want to.” he interupts as he cleansyou off. putting the rag back where he found he goes back to you laying down cover you both.

you watch him contently “what?’ he asks 

“im assuming this isnt your first expeirence with a virgin?” you say “N-no…but, I love you, so its different.” he says moving your hair out of your face. You practically jump on him kissing him he chuckles. 

You laugh at Jaskier’s latest witty comment, your drink nearly spilling. The two of you fall into each other as you attempt to control your laughter. You wipe a tear from your eye as you wheeze, finally calming down enough to breathe properly again.

You and Jaskier fall back into conversation again, laughing again every few minutes. Eventually the topic of Jaskier’s fancy new red leather tailcoat is brought up. Yennefer is quick to scoff at it, thinking it to be rather gaudy.

“Ah Yen, I think it looks nice!” You defend. “Don’t listen to her Jask, it looks good on you.”

“Why thank you y/n” he bows sarcastically before winking at you. You smile fondly at him.

The whole tavern suddenly quiets as a chair scrapes loudly. You all spin round to see Geralt standing up from his seat across the room. You can see a visible tension in his shoulders, his whole body and face the perfect definition of brooding. He strides towards you, looking at you pointedly, before walking straight past you and up the tavern stairs.

Shit. You were in trouble now. You knew Geralt well enough to read the silent command in his eyes. The command that read follow me. Now.

The general noise of the tavern returns and you’re able to quietly excuse yourself from the company of Yennefer and Jaskier. You follow where Geralt had gone up the stairs. You knew you’d find him in the room the two of you had rented for the few nights you were staying in this location.

Sure enough you meekly open the door to the room to discover Geralt stood in the centre of the room waiting for you. You close the door quietly behind you before stepping towards Geralt. You could practically feel the fury radiating from him. You stop a few paces in front of him when he shoots you a glare.

Geralt was a man of few words. Most of his communication you observed through his body language, and, having been together for years now, you knew how to read him quite well. You knew right now he was seething from how close you and Jaskier were. He was jealous, to summarise the point briefly. You also knew that trying to reassure him would do no good. He needed to work this through in his own way.

He moves to close the gap between you. He grabs the back of your neck roughly, pulling at your hair, forcing your head up to look at him, a small whimper leaving you. He leers down at you, a snarl on his lips.

Then those snarling lips are upon you. He kisses you roughly, your teeth clashing. You moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue harshly into your mouth. The kiss is messy, frantic, his mouth completely dominating yours, his teeth biting at your lips as he continues to hold you in place by the back of your neck. You’re about to wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer when he suddenly pulls his mouth of you, holding you away from him by your neck.

“Strip. Then on the bed. Now” is all he says. The growl in his voice lets you know there’s no room for arguing. He releases your neck and watches as you walk over to the bed. You stop to wiggle out of your dress, letting it pool to the floor around you, leaving you completely naked under the intense stare of Geralt. You hear a small satisfied “hmm” from him at the sight of your naked body.

“Lie down. Legs open” is his next firm instruction. You feel yourself get wet at his words. Oh you were in for trouble. And you could not wait.

You obey his instruction, climbing onto the bed and laying on your back, relishing the feeling of the furs on your naked skin. You sit up on your elbows as you open your legs for Gerald, baring your dripping cunt to him. You see hunger take over his yellow eyes as he walks towards the edge of the bed. He slots himself between your legs before running one hand down your leg. He doesn’t take his time with you. He wanted to claim you as his and he wanted to do it quickly.

His hand reaches your core and he immediately inserts one of his thick fingers inside you, your own slick allowing him to sink his finger in easily. Just as you moan at the sensation of that first contact he already inserts another, stretching you open with his thick digits. He fucks you hard and fast with his fingers, curling them forwards with each thrust, ensuring to hit your sweet spot. He then adds his thumb to the mix, placing it on your clit and circling in sync with his pumping.

“You think that idiot Jaskier can make you squirm like this?” He suddenly growls, applying extra pressure with his thumb in your clit. The pressure makes you writhe on the bed, your back arching, your pussy bucking up into Geralt’s hand, a pathetic mewl the only response you can fathom. You hear another satisfied ‘hmm’ from Garalt seeing you unable to even fathom a response.

You feel the burn to begin inside your stomach, its heat matching that of the fire burning in the room. You can feel a fine layer of sweat break across your body as buck under Geralt’s hand. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm break over you. Your legs are trembling as you convulse around Geralt’s fingers, you thighs clenching together, keeping Geralt’s hand locked in place as you ride out your high.

After barely giving you a second to catch you breath Gerald pulls his hand from you. He then uses both hands to pin your legs open, spreading you before him. You sit up on your elbow again to look at him just in time to see him sinking to his knees at the foot of the bed. Your stomach knots in anticipation of what’s coming next. He hovers his mouth just above your waiting core, eyes locked with yours again.

“I want you to watch me. I want you to see that I’m the only one who gets to eat this cunt” he commands deeply. You whimper at this words and nod your head weakly. A tiny smirk tugs at his mouth before he finally dives into your dripping pussy. He licks a stripe up your folds before his tongue finds home on your clit. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he begins to lap and flick at your bundle of nerves. You whimper as he switches tactics to sucking your clit into his mouth before releasing it and lapping at you again. Your hips begin to rock into his mouth of their own accord. A deep groan grumbles through Geralt and you almost cry at the feeling of the vibrations coursing through you. You can feel his rough stubble scratching at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. It takes everything in you to keep from tossing your head back in pleasure. You writhe and squirm beneath his mouth as you struggle to keep your eyes open, watching him.

The sight of him between your legs is almost otherworldly. His golden eyes trained on yours, alight with a fiery a lust that’s matched by the actual fire reflecting from across the room. His skin grimy as always, alight with the glow of the fire and the sheen of sweat. His silver hair coming loose from his half ponytail, tickling the skin of your thighs and belly. His rough, calloused hands are keeping your legs pinned open as he devours you.

“Ahh... fuck, Geralt” you whimper. He hums in satisfaction at hearing his name in your mouth. The vibrations from his hum finally cause you tip over the edge, your second climax coursing through you. You can feel Geralt smirk against your core as he watches your face as you fall apart, your eyes still on him. You then finally let your head fall back, your body collapse back onto the bed as you pant heavily. You close your eyes and revel in the bliss, The softness of the furs beneath you, the sound of the crackling fire, your body in a total state of euphoria. You think you can hear the sounds of fabric rustling but you’re too blissed out too care.

But Geralt wasn’t done with you yet.

You cry in surprise when you feel him grab you hips harshly. He flips you over and practically throws you back onto the bed. You even have a second to register your new position before you feel Geralt climb over the top of you, his incredible body dwarfing yours. You can feel he's naked on top of you, his bare chest against your back, the outline of his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Your small whimper is covered by Geralt’s loud grunt as he shoves his cock inside you. He doesn’t go slow, thrusting into you all the way in one swift motion. You can feel a small burn, his thick cock stretching you out, a pleasure with a touch of pain.

Geralt’s grunts are loud in your ear as he fucks himself into you roughly, his one hand holding your hip in a bruising grip. He pins you down to the bed with his body. You can the feel contrast of his warm flesh against the cold of his medallion as it’s lost between your bodies, the cold metal digging into your back. The entire bed is shaking with the force of him driving into you. You can already feel you’ll be sore tomorrow. A deliberate reminder of who really owns your pussy.

Geralt gets to work biting at your neck, sucking deep bruises into your skin. He was leaving his mark on you, making sure that the world could see exactly who you belonged to.

“Say my name” he suddenly demands with a growl. You whimper again, barely coherent with how drunk you were on his dick.

“Say my name” he snarls again, placing a sharp slap to the side of your ass. You gasp at the sting, a tear springing in your eye.

“Ah fuck... Geralt” you cry. “Shit Geralt you feel so fucking good” mewl. He grunts in approval at hearing his name on your lips again.

“Don’t forget who you belong to” he says each word in time his thrusts. You cry out beneath him as he ploughs into you painfully hard.

“You’re mine” he seethes.

“Yes Geralt. Yours. Only yours” you whimper as your body starts to convulse, that fire exploding in the pit of your stomach as you cum again. Your walls clench around Geralt repeatedly as you shake beneath him.

“Fuck” he grunts in your ear as his brutal pace finally falters. Your clenching walls milk his cock inside you, filling you up with his release. He ruts into a few more times, making sure to draw out both of your climaxes. He then rolls off you and collapses on his back beside you.

You stay where you are for a few minutes, trying to gain some control over your breathing. Eventually you manage to drag yourself the few inches until you’re resting on his broad chest, your ear just above his heart, listening to the steady rhythm of it beating. His one arm rests behind his head but he brings the other arm around your back, pushing you closer against him. You hook your leg over his thigh, slotting your body against his side. His hand rests on your ass, his palm curving to perfectly cup one of your cheeks.

You’re both sticky with sweat and grime. The new angle of your leg lets you feel as Geralt's cum leaks out of you, dripping onto your thigh and his. But neither of you care. You both stay where you are, content to revel in this hot mess, as long as you were touching, as long as you could feel the warmth and safety of the other.

After a while you turn your head to look up at him, his eyes are closed but you know he’s not asleep yet.

“That was fun” you whisper, smirking up him. “Maybe I should flirt with Jaskier more often” you tease.

An angry “hmm” is all Geralt responds but you can feel his body tense with anger underneath you.

“I’m jesting, Geralt” you say softly, rolling your eyes. “I’m yours and yours only” you say kissing one of the many scars on his chest.

“Mine” he confirms with a light slap on your ass..

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A/N: okay so I was only supposed to be doing smaller drabbles for this sleepover but my first Geralt smut?? I just had to turn it into a full oneshot! 😮‍💨 Would you guys want more Gerald stuff in the future? Let me know!🖤✨

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