Skyrim One-Shots

Farkas x Reader - Audience

Okay! Warnings are important for the "Audience" section. I had super fantastic ideas and now I am making one scenario for every character I have been writing for.

WARNINGS!!!! : IT IS A SMUT, AND OTHER CHARACTERS ARE WATCHING SAID SMUT.

Fan Art: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Farkas-663648549

We should challenged each other more often...

"Farkas that's not fair!" I shouted as I bashed my fists against his back.

"It is fair, you lost, and this is the prize I picked." I swear I could feel his smirk, the cockiness emanated from him.

He placed me down on the mead hall table and held me in position. I had my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands were punching his chest. He just laughed as I fought what was about to happen. The red flush on my face grew as Farkas stroked my thigh and hooked his other hand behind my head.

"No Farkas! We can't!" I was completely red faced.

He chuckled as he pulled me in. The kiss was tender and yet somehow it was also needy.

Now I think by now you are wondering what happened for this to take place. Well its simple really. Farkas and I had made a pact when we started dating, I don't regret making it, I just wish that it didn't involve what it did. We were drunk and were 'in the mood' but Vilkas told us to sleep in separate rooms, so we promised each other that one day we would finish what was happening but only if one of us beat the other in a fight. That was last night. I just lost and now it was happening. Only Farkas had added a little rule to our game. Who ever won got to choose the place it happened. He chose the mead hall.

"Farkas..." I whispered into the kiss. "We can't..."

"You lost." He smiled as we parted. "I chose the mead hall so here is where it will happen."

I lost all train of thought when he lifted my tunic and started to fiddle with my pantie line. Oh Farkas you are in for it now. I moved into his movements, he was killing me with anticipation. I hated myself for this, I knew that there were people watching us and yet it made me feel... Excited? Aroused? I'm not sure but my god I wanted to fuck Farkas more than ever.

"Farkas..." I moaned as he trailed kisses from my jawline to my neck, making little marks all over me.

He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them as he thrusted himself between my thighs. Farkas then slid down his armour and started rubbing his cock between my legs, teasing my pussy with his tip. I leant back onto the table, completely engrossed in what Farkas was doing to care about who was starting to pay attention, and I reached back to grab his hair with my hand, moaning as he continued to rub his cock between my legs. He pulled down my panties and threw them behind him, pushing my armour up and around my waist.

"Farkas..." My body twitched with anticipation as he released his lips from my neck and stood up above me. "Stop teasing."

"Anything you say darling." He chuckled, looking down at my needy position.

Finally, he found my entrance and slowly slid his cock in. His hand snaked around me and under my stomach. I felt his middle digit circling my clit, giving me goosebumps up and down. He pulled out slowly and shoves it back in, hitting my sensitive spot and sending my back into an arch. He then started to pick up his speed. His thrusts were hard, causing me to bounce and moan out loud each time he slams himself in. He released his hand from my clit and I moaned slightly at the lack of pleasure.

He grabbed my hair with his now free hand and pulled me up until our foreheads touched. I grabbed the edge of the table, and felt everything shake as he picked up his speed more. I saw people staring; Alea, Torvar, Athis, Njada, even Vilkas stopped to watch.

"Play with your clit." Farkas demanded. 

I did as I was told, gazing into Farkas's eyes and sneaking glances at the crowd we had drawn. They were intently gazing at the contact we had; the way he was fucking me, the grip we both had on each others hair, the way I rubbed myself, the shear intense way we were making love.

"You like it when there's a crowd huh [Y/N]?" Farkas smirked.

I didn't answer. I was embarrassed to admit that I was getting more and more aroused by the concept of it, never mind that it was really happening. I had always been the pervy dream I had, the dream I used to wake up from in the morning and masturbate to, the dream that was currently reality.

"Divines, you feel so tight!" Farkas grunted as he picked up his paced one last time.

I could feel the orgasm nearing, my walls squeezing his cock and ready to burst. Farkas slammed into me deeper, making the table wobble so much that the chairs were starting to tip backwards from being hit.

"Cum, [Y/N]. Cum for me!" He whispered into my ear.

On cue, I hit my peak, waves of ecstasy shaking my body. His orgasm hit soon after. I felt his warm cum shoot inside me, his thrusts slowed to naught. 

"We should challenge each other more often." Farkas whispered into my ear.

I shivered as he pulled his and my armour back on to cover us from the crowds gaze.

"Lets go to bed. I'm beat." He chuckled.

"Good idea." I went to stand up but my knees were not taking it. They buckled under my weight and I latched onto Farkas for support. "I might need help getting there."

He smiled and lifted me up bridal style to my room.