#the funniest was the honey-thigh quote for sure

[supervillain-smut]

Idk if you've done this already but "and THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED" for Cicero and the Listener when they're on a contract. Can be nsfw if you want👀 thank you!💜💜💜

So I spent 2 hours writing this, lmao. NSFW will be under the cut! I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I’m so glad my readers are enabling me to write Cicero smut, lol! Also, FYI, this is my first time writing this trope, lmao.

The Housecarl of Falkreath was much more difficult than you would have thought. Surely a housecarl wouldn't be so difficult, but when he lives in the castle surrounded by guards, things get complicated, so with a swift arrow to the head and a swift departure you and Cicero ended up in an abandoned shack.

Cicero, in the confusion of things, had attempted to draw attention away from you and a guard's blade had briefly met with his right shoulder. You managed to get back to him and fight your way out without taking many lives (to devastate the city was not your intent) and you had cut the thread that was being used to stitch up the wound. You grabbed the warm and red cloth to your left to clean up the last of the blood, when Cicero piped up.

"Listener should have gone ahead. Cicero can handle himself, you know. Besides, not much else to do besides tend to Mother if Listener is gone." His cheerful self was nowhere to be found, his voice instead somber and deep in thought, legitimately thinking about what he'd do if he lost you.

"Yes, well, your Listener probably wouldn't be around for much longer without their Keeper to keep them safe, eh? All the rash decisions they make, simply not built to last, Dovah or otherwise." A short exhale of air through his nose was Cicero's response, clearly not finding either idea very amusing.

"All done, Cicero. Now, I'll see what I can make us to... Well, that's not the problem I was expecting, but it's one I can handle." Cicero tilted his head, wondering what you meant by that, when he realized that there was only one bed in the shack. You two weren't exactly distant, nor did either of you hesitate to show the other physical affection. You have shared a bed before, when you bought a house in Markarth and were still waiting for the rest of the furniture, the sharing wasn't the problem, no. It was the size of the bed; either of you would end up on the floor or squished against the wall were you to try and sleep side by side like you have before.

"Cicero can sleep on the floor, Listener, really he doesn't mind. Cicero doesn't sleep much anyways." You shook your head, it was completely illogical. "No, Cicero, you're injured; you sleep on the floor and you're bound to either make that wound worse or get it infected. The fact that you haven't been sleeping well or much at all is another problem all its own. I'll take the floor, sleep on one of the hides we took from a Sabercat, that's final." Cicero opened his mouth in protest, but would rather not fight about it and promptly shut it again.

You had finished cleaning up everything, and handed Cicero a cut of venison and a sweetroll you'd been saving for him, and took your portion and a honey nut treat. Once you'd both finished eating, you made him take a swig of a healing potion (to which he made the funniest most disgusted face you'd ever seen) and wrapped his shoulder before he settled in the bed, you on the ground by your weapon, closest to the door.

Your mistake, in an attempt to subtly protect Cicero while he was wounded, was setting up too close to the door. Half way through the night you awoke shivering like mad, but refused to move in fear of waking Cicero, the lightest sleeper who ever lived. The quote unquote 'solution' you came up with was to attempt to wrap yourself within the pelt, leaving little room for you to actually lay down, and ended up on your side more so using the pelt as a blanket than a bed. As soon as your side touched the nearly frozen solid floor, you gasped and quickly rolled back onto the pelt, landing you in the exact same spot you had attempted to get away from.

That, apparently, was the end of Cicero's little listening game, as he groggily spoke up. "Listener, will you just come lay with me? I can hear your teeth from here." You sighed again, giving in to the fact neither of you would get any sleep this way, and dragged the pelt over to use as an extra blanket for you both. "Well, are you going to scoot over, Cicero?" "Listener, if there was any space to begin with I can assure you I would have given it to you already." You gave him a stern look, now was not the time to be joking around. You were freezing and could make a firm guess you were both exhausted.

"Well then how am I supposed to climb in?" "On." You blinked, he wasn't really... "Come again, Cicero?" "Well, Listener, there's no room for in, so you'll just have to lay on top of me, or you can be stubborn and freeze, but Cicero doesn't think that's ideal for either of us." You took a look around the room in one more desperate attempt, but came up empty handed as to what else to do. So, you settled for swinging your leg over his, straddling him for a moment before carefully laying on his chest and pulling the pelt over both of you.

"Listener, Cicero is going to be blunt; you're colder than a Draugr." You playfully gave him a light smack on his left arm, sighing as you settled on him, legs on either side of his, one hand playing with his hair the other drawing circles and patterns on his arm. You really did love and care for Cicero, and he did too, looking at you through his eyelashes adoringly, just watching you.

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In the same thought of how beautiful you were, a switch flipped in his head and he was imagining how beautiful you'd look while he was pleasuring you.

He metaphorically attempted to shake his head and clear the thoughts, but you were closer than you'd ever been before, and he didn't know when he'd ever get a chance like this again. He finally decided to put his plan into action, and test the waters; he placed a kiss on your cheek, to which you smiled and returned the gesture. He then kissed your jaw, to which you sighed, before he finally caught your gaze and stopped only for a moment, bewildered at the sheer amount of affection he saw in your eyes before finally snapping out of it and kissing you quickly on the lips, leaning back to gauge your reaction.

At first, you hid your face by turning it away from him, and he thought he had crossed the line; then movement as you shifted yourself upwards to meet his gaze again, seeing fear and curiosity, only to place a longer kiss, and it didn't take too long at all before the back and forth stopped as you locked lips and fought for dominance, a swift submission on Cicero's part, as you straddled him and cupped his face in your hands, the heat and friction between the two of you building by the second.

He let out a sigh through his nose as you began to slowly grind your hips, and you let out the smallest of moans as he met you with his own movements. Cicero broke the kiss to attack your neck with nips and bites as he sucked at the skin there, leaving hickeys to say you were his. You lightly bit his earlobe, and he began rutting his hips against you. You broke apart only to look at the other to confirm you both wanted this. With a swift nod, you had locked again, the heat unbearable despite the raging cold outside as he removed your shirt, and you his, as he sat up, the pain in his shoulder completely forgotten to place his mouth on your nipple.

You moaned lightly, arching your back just the slightest as you picked up the pace, grinding desperately into his lap. He gasped, removing his mouth and leaning back with his mouth open, face twisted in pleasure he hadn't felt in a long while. You began to work on removing his pants, his hands lazily placed on your waist as he watched your hands and helping you work them off him. You were in awe he was allowing you to do this, Cicero came off as almost Asexual, too wrapped up in his work or just disinterested, but here you were.

His cock sprung free, aching to be touched. You slowly worked your hands around him, and he took in a shaky breath as he leaned his head back. You spit in your hand and moved quicker, earning a gasping moan from Cicero, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth agape, panting. Your core was aching for him, and the longer you watched him the more you needed him. You kicked off your own pants, and made short work of your panties as you stopped for confirmation that this is what he wanted. "Cicero, do you want to continue? Just tell me, yes or no, and I'll act accordingly to your answer."

With a rapid nod of his head he responded "Gods, yes, Listener. Please." With that, you lined yourself up and slowly sank onto his member. Cicero was left with his head all the way back, gasping and moaning at the sensation he had all but forgotten, gripping at the blankets and trying to keep his eyes open to watch your face as you slowly took him all in.

Once he was fully sheathed in you and you had adjusted, you began to rock your hips as he placed his hands on your thighs, whimpering for you to go faster. You picked up the pace, and he began slowly thrusting in time. Not long after you had begun, he flipped the two of you so you were on your back, wrapping your legs around his hips, his arms curling over your shoulders as he buried his face in your neck, moaning your name, not Listener, your name, among other things into your ear as he began to slam into you.

You were both whimpering and moaning, your nails scratching down his back caused him to groan and bite into your shoulder, and you felt him twitch as he got closer and closer to his release. He adjusted his hips and struck a particular spot in you, causing you to cry out his name; he paused, only for a second, before continuing to pound into you, desperate to hear it again. You cried out his name over and over, and he bit into your shoulder again as he closed his eyes and listened, getting oh so close, and you weren't far behind; in fact you were ahead of him. In a few more thrusts you came, arching your back into him, one hand lightly pulling his hair as the other raked down his back with a gasping cry.

Cicero reached his peak as your muscles gripped him like a vice, squeezing over and over, and he gave a small cry of your name as he pushed into you, ending up on his toes as they curled into the bedding beneath you, stars in his eyes as he came deep inside you. He soon relaxed, pulling out of you, his cum seeping out of you as he pulled you into his arms to lay on his chest, just noticing the sun coming up; it was the blue hour, one he liked the most.

"Cicer-- I love you, my Listener. And I will do everything in my power to make sure you're safe. Please don't ever doubt that." You sighed contently, a warm smile taking residence on your face. "I wouldn't dare, Cicero. I love you, too, so much."

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