Title: under the influence
Rating: explicit, smut
Category: f/m
Fandom: skyrim
Relationship: farkas x f!reader
Characters: farkas, you
Tags/ triggers: intoxication, drinking, smut, p on v, low key werewolf vibes , ok its a little more than low key but more implied than stated, oral (female receiving), awkward dialogue, pwp,
Wordcount: 3900
a/n: Farkas is best boii  
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A soft glow blanketed the furniture wherever the fire could reach, laughter reverberating against the wooden walls as you held the tankard between your fingers. There was a certain blurriness at the edge of your vision, a certain childlike humour bubbling under the surface. You would wager, at this point, there might be a certain uncoordinated sway to your hips if you were to retreat to your room while Farkas showed no signs of stopping or faltering as he stood on the other side of the bar in his room, arms practically flailing as he tried to explain the size of his most recent kill, almost comical in his movements.

You felt the warmth of the situation, be it due to the drink or the company was up for debate. His usual set of armour stood lonely in the corner in favour of something a little more breathable in the social setting, just as you had done under the protection of the walls of Jorrvaskr.

His laughter died down a bit as he came to sit on the stool next to yours and you turned his way. Ever solid and muscular even without a shred of armour it was still apparent, more so even. The exact thought making your cheeks fire up slightly and eyes divert for a moment as you reprimanded yourself. He was your friend, your shield brother. It was inappropriate when he didn't feel something similar.

"It wasn't really that big, was it?" you teased, playfulness seeping through as you tried washing back the previous thoughts. There was no doubt that the man was telling the truth but not wanting the silence to linger around you without a similar tale of your own and staring at the wall of your own attraction was not something you'd want to get submerged in at the moment.

"I would never lie to you, (Y/n)." He stated, taking another swig of his drink. "You should join me sometime.." His finger tapped against the tankard as he continued. "We could… Maybe then you'll see for yourself."

"Yeah.. " you responded, worrying your bottom lip at the thought, not quite bothered by the danger it may pose but the inescapable truth that comes from it. Alone with him, several days and nights, watching him in action, drowning in his company. A slight heat rose at the apples of your cheeks. "Maybe I will."

You swallowed.  "I should get to bed." You stated abruptly and stood, causing him to follow the action. You wobbled slightly as the blood suddenly rushed through the unused appendages, blood rushing to your brain when his hand on your shoulder steadied you which in truth hadn't been necessary and perhaps had the opposite effect when you looked up at the man. Stormy grey looking down at you, your own fantasies and feelings towards the man clouding your already questionable judgement, a mistake in the midst of the chaos within your chest, your eyes lingering on his lips a few moments too long.

And then it happened, like a prayer being answered or a dam breaking, lips pressed together and your body immediately melting into his. Perhaps a dream, an hallucination, didn't really matter in the moment. Seconds passed in an otherworldly state as your mind crawled back to you and before you could even fully react to the fact that the man you had been pining for had you in his arms, he broke the kiss.

"I'm so sorry. " he stated quickly, body retracting from yours and hands lifting in a show of surrender. I shouldn't have… You're… " He shook his head from side to side in an effort to clear the emotions swirling and find the words to make it right. "I don't know what came over me, you were.."

Your brows furrowed as he fell over the words. He was apologizing, the man was honest to god apologizing when the one prayer you believed would never get answered had taken its first steps.

"Farkas. "You stated softly, placing  a hand on his arm to drag him back to reality. "It's okay." You felt your cheeks heat up, contemplating your next words. "I uh.. I don't mind it." You bit into your lower lip as you watched his expression change into a range of states in the span of 3 seconds.

"You don't… mind?" he lifted an eyebrow in question, the words feeling foreign as they fell from his lips but you could only respond with the nod of your head. You forced a small smile to your lips in spite of the anxiety boiling just beneath your skin.

"Ok.. Alright." he said, body relaxing a bit.

"Unless.. You regret it, then.." You swallowed thickly, feeling your cheeks flush impossibly warm. You looked down, brows furrowing as you collected yourself. "Then we can just forget it happened."

You heard a chuckle, odd sound in the moment as your eyes draw back to him. He shook his head slightly. "Regret it? Not in a million moons."

You felt your cheeks still burning, for an entirely different reason as a smile erupted on your lips. He stepped closer to you. His hand came to cup your cheek, eyes looking at your expression for any signs of discomfort before pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. Your hands pressed against his chest, lips parting when you pressed towards him again, an action full of desire and need that felt all too apparent but still rewarded when your arms slipped around his neck and the air that surrounded you both changed in a split second. Lips parting to move against each, turning your body ever so slightly so he could push you against his bar as your fingers ran through his hair.

He pulled away slightly to look down at you, slightly out of breath and sporting tinted cheeks. You bit into your lower lip under the scrutiny.

"Still want to retreat to bed?"

You frowned at the words before your mind drifted to earlier, chuckling you shook your head.

His eyes flicked to his own bed for a moments before a smirk threatened at the corner of his lips.

"I do have a bed for you." He offered, a certain glint in his eyes as his hands rested on your hips. "But if I had my way, I doubt you'd get much sleep. "

A heat spread throughout your body at the implication of the words, momentarily at a loss for words until that same glint spread to your eyes. You pushed closer to him, confidence strengthened by the flow of events. Looking up at him through your lashes as you spoke.

"And what would I be doing then, Farkas?" You tried your best to keep your voice even, keep the heat from reaching your cheeks, most of all, keep an innocent expression plastered on your face.

He swallowed as his mind ran away with him for a bit, images rapid firing within his mind that could be labelled in some instances as improper but definitely as explicit.

"I.. Uhm.." He struggled with the words for a bit between his dry throat, your hands on his chest and trying to remain chivalrous while those eyes were staring up at him..

You giggled at his response, light sound that settled his nerves a bit.

"Well, I do have a few ideas." You stated, pressing your lips to his. Your hands slipped around his neck once more, lips working against his.

Farkas held your hips, fingers lightly digging into the skin as he fought within himself, fought with himself. This was everything he had wanted, craved.. Was it not? You all to himself, he wanted to mark you, make you his. He just struggled to process the flow of events that could end with you pressed to his chest, lips parted and open to his ministrations. You wanted this, just as much as he, he lamented. You were the one to deepen the kiss, you were more than a willing participant. Why would he hesitate.

His hands gripped tightly as he lifted you onto the bar surface, breaking the kiss to look at you as he settled his body between your parted legs. You bit down on your lip as he looked at you, almost predatory look as his hands lingered on your thighs. He dipped his head to your pulse point, fragile skin under his lips when he pressed a chaste kiss to your skin, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth beneath his lips.

It felt intoxicating. His teeth grazed against the skin between wet open mouthed kisses and soft murmurs. You closed your eyes, teeth now digging into your lip and fingers slipping through his hair. Simultaneously too much and not enough when it came to the movements, the need for him so full in your veins after months of wanting and wishing. Your legs wrapped around his hips and pulling him into you, the act eliciting what sounded like a growl from the man that settled at your lower abdomen, teeth digging into your skin ever so slightly as he took a moment to breath you in and steel himself.

He wanted so to be gentle, wanted to be slow and considerate but there was another part of him that needed you and needed you now, that wanted nothing more than to bend you over this very bar and push into you, hear you cry out his name for everyone to hear , to dig his teeth into you, mark you for everyone to see.

"Farkas…"your voice was soft, beckoning his attention away from the struggle he was having within. Your eyes stilled the tempest. The soft call of his name falling from your lips, soft blush on your cheeks as you looked at him, worrying your lower lip.

He wasn't quite prepared when the next action was you lifting your tunic over your head, new skin exposed to his darkened eyes. He licked his lips, hands at your side, feeling the skin under his fingertips and then you reached to untie the small material that still hid your breasts from him.

His throat felt impossibly dry, swallowing when he cupped you in his hands, rolling the small buds between his fingers, watching how you bit into your lip and pushed your chest into his hands. He could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his pants but let it be momentarily in favour of wrapping his lips over your nipple, teeth grazing ever so often and the other hand kneading and pulling against the neglected breast.

You closed your eyes at the sensation of his wet tongue lapping against your nipple, arching your back slightly while soft sounds slipped past your lips. It only took a few moments before he needed more, more of you, more sounds, more of you wrapped around him, more of the taste of you beneath his tongue.

He let you fall from his lips, a certain mischievous glint in his eye when he came to stand full height and his hand softly ran over your clothed core. The sensation had you sucking in a breath, legs falling open a little more which he took as an invitation. He looked into your eyes when his hand slipped into your pants, finger experimentally running through your folds.

His head dipped down, warm breath washing over your ear as he spoke. "You're wet." he commented, voice rough and playful as his finger dipped into you ever so slightly before rubbing circles over your clit. "This all for me, (Y/n)?"

You couldn't find it in yourself to answer, audible sound slipping from your lips and hips jerking as it searched for more friction.

Suddenly, his hand stopped moving, a frustrated whimper leaving your lips when he retracted his hand fully from your pants. He pressed his lips to yours, a chaste thing that annoyed you to an extent, a slow build as his hands worked to pull the rest of your clothing from your body. You helped as much as you could, lifting your hips but your brain was in a state of short circuiting, torn between giving attention to the kiss and getting free from the pants in hopes of the act that would follow.

He broke the kiss when your pants finally fell to the floor, eyes taking it in. You bare on top of his bar, wet and open to his view. It was truly something to behold.

He licked his lips as his eyes fell between your legs, lowering his body until his face was level with your cunt, warm breath wafting over you while his hands firmly gripped your thighs.

He looked up at you  when he licked a stripe through your folds, a small taste of you on his tongue. A taste that would surely linger and follow him into his dreams. You looked down at him, truly obscene image before you that had your mind reeling, muscles constricting and your hand weaving into his hair as you sucked in a breathe. Your pleasure audible as you gave into it.

His grip on your thighs was firm, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to keep you still.  You were so close, you could already taste it. Pressure building in your thighs and lower abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement. Sweet ecstasy at the tip of your tongue only perpetrated  by his mouth on you and then suddenly everything stopped.

Something akin to anger bubbled in the back of your throat when he stood, no explanation or apology for the absolute frustration that littered your cells. However, he did take hold of your thighs and pulled you roughly towards him, pulling you into his hold and carrying you in the direction of his bed. Only a few paces but still you felt the need build when you felt the friction on your bare cunt, feeling the slight press of his bulge briefly in the exchange.

Once again he felt frozen for a moment as he regarded you, now sharing his bed. You were a sight, you were ethereal. Intoxicating perfection. None of these things felt right to confess, however. It was funny in a way, he literally had his tongue in you moments ago and he couldn't just tell you that you made him feel like the happiest man alive in this very moment. He never was very good with words that didn't make him feel like he was making a fool of himself, especially when it came to you. Sometimes he'd linger on that fact, just basking in your laugh and smile but this, this was different.

A smirk played on his lips when he crawled back down your body, ample space for his hands to slip beneath your backside and settle between your thighs once more. He used the leverage he had on you to pull you towards him, eyes looking up at you when his tongue ran over your slit and beyond. A few experimental movements before he was sucking on you again, one hand leaving your thigh to push a digit into your accepting cunt. You easily took the digit, even the second, even greedily accepting the third despite the stretch. You moaned for him, haze lingering in front of your eyes as your body responded, trying its best to jerk into him as he curled his fingers.

"I'm close.." you cried at the familiar feeling coiling within you, hands gripping the bedding beneath you to ground you, whether it had the desired effect was up for debate. Your heels dug into his back, body accepting the onslaught of sensation greedily and readily until it could no more.

You fell from his lips when he took the moment to regard you, body starting to show the signs of perspiration, hips bucking against his hand, rapid breathing as your chest rose and fell, eyes clenched shut. On the precipice. Whatever happens from this moment forward, he would not forget this moment, your bliss. The absolute ecstasy of knowing he was the one to supply that very bliss.

"Give it to me." he beckoned, voice low as he pumped his fingers into you. "(Y/n), let me feel it."

You came a few moments later, mind lingering on the words like a lifeline, his encouragement fuelling your desires when your body clenched around his fingers, wetness leaking from you that he took upon himself to lick clean. The act elongating the feeling as his tongue took from you to the point of too much, body squirming in the onslaught.

You breathed heavy when he finally found his way back up your body, fingers gently pushing a few stray hairs from your face as he looked down at your expression. You opened your eyes, feeling heat erupt from your cheeks that soon turned to frustration when you noticed the man somehow was still fully clothed when you had already came, bare as the day you were born.

Your fingers moved to the hem of his tunic, sloppy motions that did little for accuracy and more for making your intentions known. He took over the motion, seeming to take pity on you and pulling the tunic from his body and throwing it carelessly over his shoulder.

Your fingers pressed against his warm chest, running across the expanse of muscle that defined him until your hands wandered lower, a certain glint playing in your eye when you set a new goal, lower and lower. You worried your lip as you cupped his erection, not missing the hiss and clench of jaw at the contact, eyes momentarily closing as he tried to ground himself.

"Farkas.." Your voice sounded sweet like honey against his ear, the way his name fell from your lips as your fingers ran over the length of him. "I need you inside me." Need rolled in ripples at the idea of being stretched over his cock, of him fucking his shape into you, of the lasting indentation of his hands digging into your body and maybe the indentation of teeth to remember the occasion by.

His eyes snapped open when the words fell from your lips like a siren call, quickly ridding himself of the only piece of clothing that kept him from being buried in your cunt the way he wanted to for the past few months since you walked up the stairs of Jorrvaskr.

He groaned when he slid his cock through your folds, soaking in your wetness, your previous ecstasy apparent even in the low light. Your legs opened a bit more as an invitation, soft sigh escaping your lips at the soft contact. He hovered over you,  holding up his weight by the hand planted beside your head while the other was busy lining himself up to your cunt.

"Ready?" he asked, voice rough as he leisurely rubbed his cock through your folds, the epitome of patience it would seem if not for the clench of his jaw and the way he gripped the bedding from beside your head in an effort to keep himself from losing control to the feeling.

You nodded a response, fingers pressing to his chest and thighs spreading a little more for him. He didn't wait for a second invitation, pressing his cock into you inch by inch, the soft drag of him earning a gasp while he groaned at the wetness and tightness of you as he stretched to his goal.

The muscle strained when he was pressed to the hilt, fisting the bedding as he waited for your body to adjust to his size, unwilling to push you through the pressure. A small distraction when he pressed a heated kiss to your lips, almost too soft in the way they worked against yours while his cock stretched you.

When you felt the pressure lighten, you broke the kiss, moan lingering in the back of your throat at the promise.

"Please.. Farkas" you almost whimpered, fingers digging into his biceps with a need rushing through you, thighs lifting ever so slightly to press against his hips. 

Farkas looked down at you, breathless at your expression and the sway of his name as it left your lips. It was too good to be true and yet, he was definitely buried into you. This wasn't something he could make up so vividly, he definitely couldn't dream the taste of you so sweet and the look and feel of you so bare and open to him.

His hips gave a shallow, experimental jerk that elicited a small sound, warmth blanketing him and he pulled away only to thrust into that warmth again, moan slipping past your lips at the fullness.

He quickly set a pace that tethered on a little too rough, holding onto your hips as he pushed forth in rapid succession, revelling in the way you sounded off against the walls of his room. You didn't seem to mind the pace, that idea punctuated by the way you would cry out to him, begging him not to stop, legs wrapping around him and your fingertips digging into his back.

A fleeting wave of guilt at the sound surely slipping past the walls of his room, quickly silenced by the bliss of his cock pressing into you with each and every thrust. You cried out his name, a mantra between his growls and groans, and the wet sound of him fucking into you. Your hands clawed at his back, hips meeting his in a perfect symphony of moans and groans, a moment you wished could last much longer.

The pleasure crept, bled into your vision and skin, eyes clenched shut. His head slipped down to your neck, teeth threatening the skin below it. He wanted the claim, the evidence on your skin but pulled back, digging his forehead in the space beside your head and clenched his jaw. So close, he could keep that control, he cannot take what was not given, what wasn't even understood.

Your body clenched around him, legs wrapping around his thrusting hips, try as you might, coherent words had forsaken you as you moaned and mumbled in his grip, nails digging into his flesh as you held onto him. The fire within bloomed and his thrusts softened a tad, still hammering but conscious of the shocks that wrecked your body as it shook against his.

The tightness of you was hard to contend with, the way it hugged him and pressed. You felt euphoric and he wasn't one to deny himself the simple pleasure of drowning in it. His fingers pressed into your soft flesh when he released, hot ropes of his seed pressed into you as he grunted your name.

He didn't pull away immediately, silence filtered into the room as you both breathed through the emotion and comedown. Your hand ran through his hair and down his back softly as he held onto you. Moments that felt like eternity that in reality was mere seconds. He lifted from you, pulling out of you and then promptly falling next to you.

Months of staring at his front and backside, of tales amongst tankards and the danger of not returning. All the times you sank away from expressing your feelings and not seeing his. All the turns leading to this moment, the anxiety and relief, the fear and anticipation. It felt like floating and you just hoped he wouldn't yank you back down.

After moments of breathing in, he reached out to you, pulling your body into his. He was warm against your back, a slow simmer in your abdomen when his arm stretched around you. He placed a kiss to your shoulder and breathed you in.

"I've changed my mind. " Farkas spoke softly and smiled against your skin. "I'm not sorry about the kiss."