Astarion

It had been a fairly peaceful day. For you, anyway. You were lounging on the couch at home, reading a book, beneath a warm blanket. All was well, and the day had passed by at a comfortably slow pace. By now, it was sunset. A yawn slithered from your throat, and you laid your head down on the pillow beside you. Just as you were about to fall into a relaxed slumber, the sound of the front door being opened and loudly slammed disturbed your peace. Astarion walked quickly into the living room, with purpose. A deep scowl was imprinted on his face, seeming out of place from his usual smug smirk.

Before you had the chance to ask what was wrong, he came over to you and pulled you up by your forearms and dragging you to your feet, bending you over the side of the couch. The sound of fabric shuffling and the feeling of your pants sliding down your legs, made you blush thoroughly.

"My apologies for the sudden intrusion," he stated in that snarky tone of his, punctuating the remark by burying nearly half of his length into your unprepared (but enthusiastically quivering) hole.

"...but I've had a positively wretched day, and I was hoping my wonderful little sweetheart would help me." His voice was so soft and sweet, you almost didn't notice his hands grasping your hips.