devilish
✩ merchant!qimir x acolyte!reader | smut | fluff | 2.5k
SUMMARY | you fall into bed with sweet, goofy qimir, expecting a tame tryst... but he's not as sweet as he seems in between the sheets.
WARNINGS | smut, dirty talk, breastplay, f*ngering, oral s*x (male receiving), breathplay (safe choking), praise kink (good girl!), piv s*x, unprotected s*x
RATING | explicit
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He’s going to kill me.
The thought rings through your mind as you’re sitting in Qimir’s lap, lips intertwined with his. His hands grasp the back of your head and the side of your thigh, while yours tug on the nape of his neck and run through his perpetually messy hair.
It’s screwed up that you’re thinking of the master you and Qimir share at a moment like this, but it’s impossible not to.
If your master finds out you’re about to bed the guide he assigned to you, he may never let you see him again. A deeper fear gnaws at you; he might not only kill you for breaking some unspoken protocol, but also Qimir.
But it’s worth the risk, one you’re both willing to take.
Consequences be damned, because Qimir’s been undressing you with his eyes all night.
