Skyrim One-Shots

Mercer Frey x Reader - Tempation

This was requested by @DeztaRose, they requested a good smutty Mercer. I was so happy to oblige! <3 

Warnings!: Smut.

Fan art : http://rhapsody-in-white.deviantart.com/art/Mercer-Frey-519502998

I think I will steal you

We had returned two days ago from the dragon attack, and Mercer hadn't talked to me at all. I was sick of his shit. So that is why he was currently strapped to his desk chair, in the centre of the Cistern, at 2 a.m.

"Mercer, why are you avoiding me?" I had one hand on his shoulder the the other held a dagger to his throat.

"I haven't, I just haven't needed to talk to you thats all." He responded. "Are you really that childish and insecure that you have to force me into these situations?"

"Stop changing the subject." I hissed.

"And what are you going to do with that butter knife? You wouldn't kill me." He smirked, eying me a challenge.

"Oh I know, but I could hurt you." I smiled and did a little flip with the dagger.

"Shit!" I yelped as I caught the wrong end.

"What have you done." Mercer's protective and serious tone kicked in and I was a little frightened. His voice was scary after all.

"It's nothing, just... cheering at how good the my throw was!" I chuckled, hoping for once he could believe my lie. But, alas, he didn't.

"If you're going to lie to me, do it properly." He stated, tilting his head when I looked down with a sad frown. "Show me it." He instructed, looking down at my curled fist. Letting a sigh pass through my lips, I spread out my hand and brought it towards him, looking away as he grasped my hand. He hummed, turning my hand around to inspect the stinging cut. "Hm."

"Is it bad?" I questioned, waiting for a snarky remark. There was none, but I gasped heavily as he pulled my arm closer to him. Wait when did he untie the bonds?

A wet and warm mouth soon engulfed my wounded finger, a soft, yet coarse texture lapped up the blood. My face heated up until my wide eyes darted to gaze into Mercer's serious face. "M-Mercer?" I stuttered, blinking rapidly as he took my finger out his warm and inviting mouth. Ignoring the small beads of blood that still dripped out, I brought my arm closer to myself, face hot with a blush.

"Saves you from going to the doctor." He said, turning away and leaving me standing like a blushing maiden. I watched as he picked up the chair and sat down at his desk, continuing to write and ponder letters. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I looked over my cut, deciding that it will be fine for a couple of minutes. Mustering up my courage, I stepped over to the older man. 

He heard me, turning in his chair to gaze upon me with a blank expression. "(Y/N)–" Pressing my hands to his warm thighs, I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. My heart was beating rapidly, eyes opened and looking into Mercer's shocked expression. His hands slid to my hips, pulling me to rest on his lap, kissing me back with a muffled groan. Happy that he wasn't resisting my advances, I climbed onto his lap, placing a hand on his shoulder and my other on his stubbled cheek.

As I pulled back to breathe, I moaned lowly while he only leaned forward, pressing his now pink lips to my bare neck. Shocks of pleasure went down my spine and to my core, feeling him kiss me behind my ear, then bite down softly. I gasped, hands losing their grip on Mercer in surprise. To further it, Mercer pulled back, breathing heavily as he gazed up at me.

"I want you, Mercer," I whispered against his lips, hands grasping the straps of his guild uniform. At my words, he growled lowly, hands now grabbing at my hips to pull me closer to him. Tilting my head to the side, it gave him perfect access to my heart, and he took it, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the delicate flesh. "Oh, Mercer..." I bucked against him, trying to bring him to life to fulfil both our wishes. He let out an almost strangled groan, hands swiftly grabbing the hem of my armour and tugging it up. The garment was out of the way, a surprised gasp leaving me as the armour was forcibly removed, leaving my upper body bare for his eyes to see.

Shrugging off his own armour, he folded it. I took my boots off, letting him set me down on my bare feet to take my trousers off. "You're beautiful." He whispered once I stepped out the trousers. Smiling, I was about to speak, but, I only yelped when he lifted me with his arms around my hips. Setting me down on an empty spot on his cold wooden desk, he swiped his hand across both sides of the desk, letting the papers, quills, ink, and books clatter to the floor, focusing all his attention on me. "Lay down." He ordered, to which I followed without hesitation. 

Putting my legs over his shoulders, Mercer ripped through my knickers, tearing them into pieces with me watching as they faded out my sight. "Mercer!" I scolded, not wanting him to rip any more of my clothes. From between my legs, he only smirked, mouth disappearing as he leaned in closer. Rough hands pulled me closer. Then, the first amount of contact came. Arching off the table, I clenched the edge of the desk, almost pathetic noises escaping my lips as he continued to lap up my arousal from our earlier actions.

"I can't wait to have my cock buried inside you." He growled at me, lewd slurps filling my ears, I moaned in eagerness, balling my hands beside my head.

"Oh, Mercer!" I bucked against his mouth, doing anything to keep him close and at the ready to pleasure me. "Please, please please please..." He fulfilled my wishes, lips wrapping around my clit and sucking. He added his fingers to the mix, parting my folds once again to circle my entrance with the tip of his finger before he finally entered me. My spine arched off the desk when he pushed another finger inside. He chuckled to himself as my pleads and moans grew louder.

"Don't wake the other Guild members in here." He grinned, making eye contact with me as he added a third finger, scissoring me and stretching me out. Finally, he rubbed the top of my walls in a 'come hither' motion, bringing me off the edge into climax. I let out a long moan.

"You... you sly thief." I panted heavily, sweat dripping down my forehead, cleavage, and back.

"I live to steal things." He said with one final suck, standing from his chair and bringing me into his arms. "And I think I will steal you."

While he stepped away from the desk I regained my composure. Leaning down to press my lips against my own, I smiled as I felt him chuckle. Then, he laid me back down on the desk.

"Hmm." He tilted his head. "Turn over."

I smiled, 'this was going to be fun' I thought.

I rolled over, sticking my ass in the air for him. I lay myself against the table, breasts and arms slightly cold as they came into contact with the cool wood.

I propped myself only elbows, watching as he pulled the string on his trousers. Pushing his pants down, his erection sprang to life. Spreading my legs for him, I bit my lip as he drew closer.

"Mercer!" I whined, wanting him to get on with it.

Once the head entered me, we both sighed softly. Biting on his bottom lip, he grunted and gave an impatient thrust, sweaty palms soon wrapping around my hips to bring himself close to me.

"Good gods, you're so big..." I moaned, tilting my head back as he thrust more into my quivering sex. 

He bit down on my neck as he filled me completely, sucking roughly as he growled into my skin.

Mercer filled me up, and by the Divines his age didn't deter his sexual crave. Growling more, he pushed himself off me, instead choosing to grab my waist and thrust more rapidly into me. I felt a hard slap against my ass, a harsh 'crack' filling the air along with a surprised gasp. 

"Mercer!" I clenched my fists, eyes screwing shut as he slapped my ass again.

"Scream for me." He hissed, staring down at me with hungry, hazel eyes. Sneaking a hand down my stomach, he used his hand to rub at my clit, spine arching off the bed as a more intense pleasure made my stomach and inner muscles clench

Cries and pleas of his name filled the room, along with the occasional slap that made my ass sting. Soon, it became too much, my inner muscles clenching every time his dick came into contact with my sweet spot. I dug my fingernails into my palms, crying out his name as I came, arching off the desk to prolong the pleasure. Mercer wasn't far behind.

"We should have done this sooner." I breathed out. "We should clean up."

"Leave it until morning. I want to sleep." He smirked, lifting me up to stand in front of him. "Lets go to my house, I want to wake up to a good breakfast, and I think you will make quite an appetising one."