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╰₊✧ your boss notices your lack of underwear in the office┊1.9k words
contains: smut!! dom g!p lara & sub reader┊boss/employee relationship, office sex, not wearing underwear in a public setting, one spank and one use of mommy, unprotected piv and creampies
➤ author's note: first katseye fic but i hope to write more they are sooooo┊based off (this post)
“god, you really are a slut, aren’t you?”
you couldn’t help but whine at her cruel words, shiver at the cold air hitting your heat when she pulled your skirt off while she had you positioned with your hands on her desk and your ass sticking out slightly. truthfully, you didn’t expect very much to happen when you made the risky decision not to wear underwear along with the rest of your semi-formal attire. while it was a rather tight pencil skirt with a small slit in the back to make it easier to walk in, it reached right above your knee at a reasonable enough length not to warrant a second glance from the people around you. what possessed you to do such a dirty thing, you aren’t sure yourself, but you were certain it had something to do with your boss.
oh, lara raj, your gorgeous, confident, and passionate boss, has developed a sort of unique relationship with you over the past few months. you’ve had a crush on her since the moment you first laid eyes on her, blown away by how she effortlessly commanded the room, completely assured in herself and how she was running things, making you trip over yourself and stutter whenever she approached you.
she had you absolutely mesmerized, and she was fully aware of it too. you could see how amused she was with your infatuation, the way she smiled at you, and the way she started becoming touchy with you. she would stand behind you, catching you off guard while her hands would ghost over your body momentarily, holding onto your shoulder or your waist to pull you closer to her as she whispers something into your ear. it’s usually work-related things, like asking if you would refill the printer ink or when that report you’re typing up is to be finished, but sometimes it would be more intimate things, like how she thinks you look gorgeous today or how much she loves the scent of your perfume. she’s always so casual about it as well, acting like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing by riling you up and pushing your buttons, walking away with the clacking of her stiletto heels echoing in your mind with a smirk on her face.
with chemistry like that, it was only inevitable for the professional relationship to turn into something sexual. you still remember that day like it was yesterday, when she threw a casual party at her mansion to celebrate a new milestone for the team, and you showed up wearing a stunning emerald green dress for the occasion. lara was unable to tear her eyes away from you for even a second, and soon enough, she had you in her room and on her bed, your outfit discarded on the floor with your legs bent over her shoulders while she ruthlessly thrusted into you.
things were never the same after that. your co-workers just assumed that she had warmed up to you or that you had a sudden increase in productivity when she started frequently calling you into her office, but what none of them knew was that she was pulling your panties to the side just to examine and play with your pretty pussy before fucking you like a whore. it’s like something straight out of an insanely unrealistic dirty fantasy that only your sleep-deprived mind could conjure up at four in the morning, and yet every time you come into the office, you’re reminded of your new reality, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. you swear, you might be the luckiest woman in the entire world to have the attention of a woman like lara raj.
this depraved heaven of yours didn’t last forever though, because once new projects started coming around, all of her attention was completely focused on work. it’s not that she has lost interest in you, she just understood when she had the time to mess around with the cute new recruit and when she didn’t, and at the moment, she didn’t even have a second to spare for even a lunch break.
you didn’t push it and kept things completely professional for the past few days, not wanting to seem clingy or like a sex addict, but there was only so much you can handle when you’re in the presence of a goddess every day and all you think about is her bending you over as she has done many times before. it was seriously starting to interfere with your day-to-day life, something that frustrated you and wouldn’t leave your mind that fateful morning when you subconsciously decided not to wear any underwear to work, knowing that you were going to be delivering some finished paperwork to her office.
you planned to come in all suave, like a sexy seductress from a romance drama, but you were so nervous that you ended up tripping over your own two feet and fell over with the files flying everywhere. you were so embarrassed that you couldn’t stop apologizing and completely forgot about what you had entered to do in the first place, not even realizing that when lara got behind you to help pick up everything up, she caught a glimpse of how your skirt was stretched over your lower form, indicating that there was nothing underneath.
something snapped in her then, losing all restraint once you both stood up as she suddenly drew close behind you, as she has done so often, and flagrantly slapping you on the ass. the vulgar action made you yelp in astonishment, but she quickly covered your mouth, leaning your head back until it was resting in the crook of her shoulder before slipping her slender fingers past your lips and pressing them onto your tongue.
“naughty, naughty girl, do you think i didn’t notice that you locked the door behind you?” she tutted. “coming into my office to seduce me. did you think i was tired of you, or were you really that needy after just four days?”
her mocking tone made your thighs rub together, as ashamed of it as you are. she thought you were a highly capable and intelligent worker, one of the top candidates for a promotion if a spot opens up. yet when it came to getting intimate with you, she treated you like a dumb little bimbo who wasn’t in control of her own lust and sexuality, as evidenced by how she was talking to you in the same way one would talk to a misbehaved kitten. feeling her growing bulge prodding against you through her trousers made you dizzy with desire, drool starting to leak from the corners of your mouth as your eyes rolled back.
“put your hands on the desk and bend over, sweetheart, let me see you.”
you stumbled a little bit when she finally released you from her grasp, moving to do exactly as she said without a second of hesitation. it isn’t the first time she’s ordered you to do something like this, yet you can always feel yourself trembling slightly when she draws close, making quick work to undo the zipper and pull your skirt down until it pools around your heels.
she hums in amusement, her perfectly manicured nails lightly scratching up the length of your thighs before settling in between to see how soaking wet you already were. you don’t need to say a word for her to tell that you must have been sitting at your desk with your legs tightly crossed while gathering up all of the papers that were carelessly tossed atop a chair.
when experimentally pushing in her middle finger, the way she managed to slide in without an ounce of resistance made her smirk. “god, you really are a slut, aren’t you? i can feel you trying to suck me in already.” then she added another, her index, and watched as she moved them in agonizingly slow scissoring motions, your creamy arousal starting to coat her fingers while she worked you open and stretched you out for her cock, admiring the lewd squelching that started to fill the room along with your labored breathing.
all the while, you were trying your best to hold still and quit shaking so much every time she curled them into your sweet spot and rubbed at your clit, your heart in your throat, and sweat droplets starting to form around your temples. lara always takes it at her own pace, fucking you however hard and however fast she sees fit, everything being on her schedule and under her command. if she wanted to wrap things up immediately and kick you out, then there’s nothing you could do about it, and if she wanted to go on until the day is over while refusing to answer the door until she was finished with you, then you just had to prepare yourself for having an excuse when other people notice that you’re walking funny.
your breath hitched when she pulled out her fingers with a ‘pop’ and heard the sound of a zipper being undone following it, feeling her hands moving to your waist and her nails digging into your skin as she lines up the tip of her cock with her dripping slit. she let out a slight hiss as she sank into you, only realizing in the moment how much she needed this after being buried in work for the past couple of days. really, she should have taken advantage of how desperate you were to engage with her physically as a way to blow off some much-needed steam, but in a way, it only made the entire thing more charged with electricity and purse desire.
soon enough, you were resting your arms on her desk with your head resting on them, unable to keep them balanced for very long when she started thrusting into you mercilessly. the decorations atop the wooden surface were trembling with every shove, but she didn’t care if the flower vase fell off and shattered to pieces if it meant achieving both your peaks. while you did lock the door behind you so that no one would be able to walk in, that certainly didn’t mean that no one would be able to overhear what was going on, biting your lower lip until the skin was raw to prevent any uncontrollable wonton moans from slipping out every time the head rammed against that sweet spot that made you see stars.
you were close to your peak already, feeling that addicting and familiar pressure building on your abdomen with every snap of her hips. normally, she would have you begging to be allowed to come, whining and pleading until she’s satisfied, but you were pushed over the edge before you even realized it, letting out an euphoric gasp with a faint ringing sound in your ears from how hard the orgasm hit you.
lara followed soon after, unable to keep herself together with the way your walls were spasming around her length. while she seemed perfectly composed with nothing more than a few grunts, she was secretly losing her mind when she pulled out and saw her semen starting to drip out of your used hole.
and despite her rough treatment, her touch was gentle when she held you in her arms, placing a tender kiss on the top of your head while talking in a bit of a baby voice, “mommy really needed this today, you were so good for me. now, go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, but once that clock hits five, i want you to come back in here, okay?”
━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @slutforreginageorge & anonymous ˚₊ ⊹
ft. amber glenn x f! reader — figure skating rpf
╰₊✧ after an entire day of unintentional teasing, amber finally gives you everything you’ve been aching for┊2k words
contains: smut!! dom amber & sub reader┊fantasizing, shower sex, fingering, strap-ons, size kink & slight belly bulge, dumbification
➤ author's note: she’s soooo hot someone help me
amber has been unable to keep her hands off you all day, and it’s driving you batshit insane knowing that it’s completely innocent without any undertones of lust. it’s understandable, considering that you both were at the olympics, which is the biggest world stage with cameras on you at all times, but you just can’t stand feeling all sexually frustrated like this when you need to be focused on nailing your performance. you can’t decide if it would be worse if she were doing it on purpose or not, as she’s only absentmindedly running her hands over your body to calm her nerves, but it was getting you all riled up despite her touches being completely safe for work and innocuous enough for a couple not to warrant a second glance from the others.
what wasn’t safe for work was all the thoughts running through your mind. you were probably the only skater in the entire arena, or possibly all of history, who was thinking more about getting fucked than you were thinking about your routine. while you gave amber a good luck kiss before she stepped out onto the ice, you had to physically resist yourself from having your tongue dart out past her painted lips and turning it into a french one that would be far too heated for international television.
that’s when it seemed that she was finally catching on to the effect she had on you, able to detect the thinly-veiled desire you had burning within you before smiling, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “don’t worry, i’ll take good care of you once we get back, okay?”
god, you feel like such a dirty pervert. while the other girls were cheering her on and admiring how she skated with such elegance and power, you were busy admiring the form of her body and her toned figure, thinking about all the positions she could put you in and has put you in in the past. she’s so strong that she often likes to pick you up and spin you around as if you were a princess, and she also likes to throw you onto the bed and put your flexibility to the test, folding you like a pretzel as she throws your legs over her shoulders and puts you in a mating press. you could feel your entire body heating up despite how freezing cold it was in the building, only snapping out of your thoughts when the audience started their applause as you automatically clapped along with them.
you might be the worst girlfriend to ever exist for that, but amber didn’t seem to think so. in fact, she was highly amused that her little touches from earlier were enough to set you off to the point that she couldn’t stop smirking during her entire performance when you were looking at her like you wanted to devour her. god, isn’t she lucky to have such a cute girlfriend? you looked so sexy in your sparkly and flowy outfit too, practically hypnotizing her when it was your turn as you spun around in dizzying speeds, and making her cover her mouth with her hand because she couldn’t stop smiling at how beautiful you were.
she didn’t want to let go of your hand even once while everything was wrapping up with the team headed back to the hotel to celebrate, constantly rubbing circles into your skin, and thinking about all the things she wanted to do to you. it’s almost like she couldn’t wait as the celebration party was getting started, everyone cheering and pouring drinks, her arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer and feel the heat radiating off your body.
surely, with all the dozens of people around all getting drunk (except for everyone who was still under twenty-one because, even though the legal drinking age in italy is eighteen, they still didn’t feel comfortable with it, bless their hearts), no one would notice if the two of you snuck off to have some fun of your own, right?
still, when she pulled you into her hotel room and pushed you up against the wall in a searing kiss, but you stopped her momentarily. truth be told, you two haven’t been dating for a very long time,just a little over a month, so you were still getting used to the entire thing of being as loved and desired as you were, and you were still a little embarrassed by the small things. “hold on, let me shower first, i’m all sweaty.”
“okay, but just to make it clear, i really don’t mind,” she giggled.
watching you grab some of her clean clothes (as you so frequently do, because she just loves seeing you wear her clothes in any setting) and heading into the shower, the blonde was quick to grab her suitcase and rummage around for a little bit before finding what she was looking for, a lovely hot pink strap that she had prepared just for this occasion.
yes, she went out of her way to buy a brand new sex toy that she knew you would love, specifically to celebrate the accomplishment of being in the olympics together. she likes to go the extra mile for you.
of course, you didn’t lock the door, and of course, you didn’t notice her discreetly enter at first. you were just so busy enjoying the feeling of the comfortably lukewarm water cascading over your body after spending so long out in the confusing temperature of the cold ice rink and your borderline feverish body heat, allowing her to admire your figure behind the fogged-up glass.
you didn’t even seem surprised when she slid the door open and asked if she could join you with the sweetest smile, so perhaps you were already anticipating that she would grow impatient and eventually join you. what you weren’t expecting, however, was the size of the toy attached to her harness, making your eyes widen in both surprise and anticipation.
both of you know you can take it, obviously, she wouldn’t have randomly picked out something that was too far big for you to handle like a sadist, but helping prep you for it was where a good half of the fun was. there’s nothing like pulling you in for a kiss and pushing you up against the cold tile wall as she did minutes earlier, having her hand trail down to your intimate areas, only to be pleasantly surprised at how wet you were already.
“were you touching yourself, or were you just that excited?”
“maybe a little bit of both,” you bashfully admitted, letting out a soft gasp as her thumb slowly circled your clit to loosen you up, and her fingers gently started prodding at your slit, feeling the way you were desperately starting to clench around her when she slid them in.
amber wouldn’t stop kissing you all the way, managing to meld her tongue with yours in a familiar dance while moving her slender fingers in a fluid scissoring motion, being the expert multitasker that she is. she would only part from your lips momentarily to check in on you, making sure that you’re comfortable and feeling good before continuing her ministrations when you could do nothing but whine for more while the toy attached to her nudged at your body, reminding you of what was to come as long as you remained patient.
the lust from before that was a mere candlelight quickly turned into a roaring bonfire, reducing you to a moaning mess who couldn’t shut up to save her life. you were still standing on your own two feet, supported by her arms as you leaned against the wall, feeling like you were going to lose your balance any second because of how your toes were curling and your legs were starting to shake.
“you’re so whiny, and we hardly even started yet. you need to be quiet, the shower can only drown you out so much, you know? everyone at the party will be able to hear you at this rate, but i only want you to be heard by me.”
god, as if she couldn’t get any sexier. her possessive side always manages to make you wet like it’s nothing, or in this case, making you even wetter than what you already thought was possible. amber could feel it too with the way you were greedily clenching around her, encouraging her to speed up her pace until your eyes rolled back and your hand slapped across your mouth in a hasty attempt to keep quiet as your first orgasm washed over you.
your legs nearly gave out from under you from the intensity, but she wasn’t done with you yet. in fact, she’s hardly started, but you both were well aware of that when she picked you up in a swift motion and wrapped your legs around her waist before she lined up the tip of her strap with your entrance.
despite the intimidating size and the way you were gasping for air, you managed to take it quite well while your girlfriend was using every ounce of self-control within her body not to start ramming into you before you were ready. the last thing she wanted was to hurt you, unless you asked for it, that is, so she was just taking it slow, inch by inch, until she finally bottomed out.
the sight of the toy creating a little bulge in your stomach was driving her crazy as her hand pressed down on it, letting out a little chuckle and a remark about how damn cute you are. you’re like a doll, really, a completely compliant pillow princess who lets her do whatever she pleases and rearranges you to her liking, doing nothing but burying your face into the crook of her shoulder while she continuously starts the process of pumping the toy into you, gradually growing more ruthless with every thrust.
that familiar pressure was building up again, making you feel like your brain was melting out of your ears from how good it felt. the way her cock stretched you out was so addicting, and the way the head was pressed up against your sweet spot had you heaving for air. after practically no time at all, you were completely stupid with nothing else on your mind than amber glenn and her fat hot pink strap, blabbering about how good it felt in between wonton moans and gasps.
all the while, she was just tutting in adornment, pouting at how cute you were and how she couldn’t kiss you because she loved your pretty sounds too much to swallow them, “aw, i know baby, is it too much?” she giggled when you shook your head impulsively, still too dumb to talk coherently, but clearly still able to listen and protest when she suggested slowing down for even a second. “are you about to come again? i know that’s right, be a good girl and come for me.”
as if her words were magic, your body followed her command, gushing all over her strap and letting out a loud cry. the lukewarm running water seemed to be so cool now, while amber kissed you all over. it was quite the workout that both of you went through, and she kept you as steady as she could while helping you get back on your own two feet. you were trembling slightly from the ecstasy, watching as your girlfriend went to help you properly wash up, lathering up soap in her hands and giving you a good body massage.
she thought that would have been where the two of you would wrap up for the night, but she also should have realized that having her hands all over you would get you turned on again in the same way that occurred at the ice rink, although, if you were feeling needy again, who was she to deny you of what you wanted?
request by slutforreginageorge:
Helloooooo, I got a request for Amber Glenn x female!reader which kind of leans into the cliche of nerds being total freaks in bed. And the request is basically Amber fucking reader stupid, not as punishment more like celebration for winning gold and they are still in the goalkeeper so it’s kind of Amber fucking reader stupid all while forcing her to stay quiet. Could be with a strap your choice. Byeee hope this makes sense. 😔😘🤭
request by anon:
Amber Glenn x short female reader 🙏 Where reader is also a figure skater and during the afterparty for the olympics Amber takes her back to her room to fuck her with a strap (or if you're not comfortable writing that, then anything else is fine!). Maybe some size kink, overstimulation, pillow princess reader action. Sorry I just rewatched Amber's thirst trap on tiktok and I love her muscles so much 😩
18+) wanna try on my fuzzy pink handcuffs? - you buy a gift for your wife with the intention of shaking things up a little bit in the bedroom, and she’s more than excited for what you have in store for her┊1.5k words
╰₊✧ you buy a gift for your wife with the intention of shaking things up a little bit in the bedroom, and she’s more than excited for what you have in store for her┊1.5k words
contains: smut!! dom reader & sub anne┊light bondage & handcuffs, giving oral, mommy kink, housewife reader, first time domming
➤ author's note: originally had this planned for mother’s day because she’s mother but alas
there’s something anne loves so much about coming home after a long day on the set and seeing you being a homemaker. whether you’re folding the laundry, tending to the plants, washing the dishes, cooking dinner, or whatever other menial yet necessary tasks, she always finds herself filled with love and adoration at the sight. she’s told you so many times that you didn’t have to do these things if you didn’t feel like it, that she has plenty of money to hire people to do it instead, and that you are free to do whatever you pleased in the meantime, but you always insist on doing things yourself because you find it more calming and productive than sitting around all day.
truthfully, for most of your life, you hated the idea of doing chores all day, but once you figured out that you only hated the concept when it was attached to a husband instead of a wife, you found the idea to be much, much more appealing. who wouldn’t want to be the pretty housewife of such a successful woman who was so beautiful both inside and out? anyway, it’s not like your entire life revolved around this occupation. you have plenty of free time to go out and have fun whenever you want, so you hardly think that there are any downsides to it.
oh, and she loves to sneak up on you while you’re so engrossed in working that you didn’t even realize that she returned home, having you melt into her touch as she wraps her arms around you and presses a kiss to your cheek while you giggle. it’s like magic how just being in her presence is enough to make you feel like the happiest woman in the world, enough to make any prior exhaustion or frustration disappear as though it were never there.
she calls you sweetie with the biggest smile on her face, putting her things aside and jumping in to help you with the mediterranean dinner you were cooking up. even though you often feel like you’re the luckiest woman alive, she always insists that it’s her, because who wouldn’t want to be the hard-working wife of such a lovely woman that she could spoil rotten as thanks for all you do for her?
tonight, while the two of you were seated and eating dinner, your wife noticed something about you that seemed a little off as she told you about her day. it’s almost like you were anxious about something or other, constantly fidgeting with your utensils, and struggling to make eye contact. “honey… is something wrong? you seem a little nervous…”
“well, i have a present for you, but… i’m not sure if you’ll like it. it’s a little… different from what i usually get you…”
her eyes sparkled when she heard you say that, and she already felt herself getting excited, “oh? what’s the occasion? but nevermind that, i can’t wait to see what you have in store for me, i already know i’m going to love it.”
you were practically trembling in anticipation after hearing her tone of voice, and your wife wasn’t making it any better, looking at you as if she was about to jump across the table to pounce on you right then and there, and subconsciously making your thighs rub together in anticipation.
safe to say, the two of you were pretty distracted for the remainder of the meal.
on the luxurious sheets of your shared bed sat a little black box with a pink bow on it. anne sat on the bed to put it on her lap before opening the box, moving the white and glittery tissue paper aside to reveal a set of fuzzy pink handcuffs, her lips curling up into an amused smile as she picked them up, “oh my! aren’t these cute? i never realized that we didn’t have handcuffs until now, that’s strange, but i love them!”
truth be told, buying each other sex toys wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but doing such things isn’t very deviant to begin with, is it? there wasn’t an entire chest dedicated to them, although there was an ever-growing collection that almost filled the bottom dresser drawer up to the brim full of different varieties and colors, yet the two of you didn’t own a single pair of handcuffs. whenever she wanted to tie you up, she would use silk restraints designed specifically for bondage, but you wanted to do things a little differently tonight, and since you weren’t exactly experienced with all the knots and logistics of it, you thought handcuffs would be a good starting point.
although anne isn’t quite used to being on the bottom or being bound in any way, she was more than willing to have you take some control this time around, highly intrigued by how someone who was usually too shy to initiate sex to begin with would be the dominant one for once as you wrapped the fluffy cuffs around her wrists and locked them up.
you were a little shaky as you unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the lacy pink bra she was wearing underneath, moving to passionately kiss her on the lips. she was already starting to struggle a bit since she was so used to running her hands all over your body while you were making out, but she remained firm with her self-control, even when you started kissing and sucking on that sensitive spot on her neck that always gets her all hot and bothered before moving to where she wanted you most, removing her pants with your hands and her matching panties with your teeth.
her thighs almost immediately started clenching around your head as your breath ghosted her aching cunt, but you were quick to hold her still so that you had the space to fully work your magic, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth before sticking out your tongue to taste her sweetness.
now, as mentioned before, you were usually too submissive to initiate sex to begin with, even when you were feeling needier than a dog in heat, much less taking the more dominant role. it’s not like you were a shy, timid little lamb who couldn’t do anything for herself, it’s just how you’ve always behaved around her since you were so smitten with her that you would sometimes forget how to act, which meant that she was the one who first asked you out on a date and then later proposed to you. one would think that you have become more confident after getting married, but you just love being her darling little doll.
perhaps that’s why she was caught so off guard by how bold you were when eating her out, your nails almost digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, your tongue roughly lapping up her dripping slit before flicking at her delicate clit on top. she expected you to be starting with little kitten licks at first before picking up the pace, letting out an embarrassingly wanton moan at the way the pleasure unexpectedly shot up her spine.
the beautifully sinful sounds she produced had your heart soaring, encouraging you to continue feasting on her like a starved woman until your jaw ached. you couldn’t help but tease her a little bit, feeling so proud of yourself for eliciting such a reaction from her, “does that feel good, mommy?”
she let out a contented murmur, somewhere in between a hum and a whine, moving her bound hands to press your head closer to her heat, “be a good girl for mommy and keep at it, will you?”
neither of you really remembered how you began calling anne “mommy” in more intimate and private settings, but she loved the pet name so much that she often encouraged you to call her it in the bedroom. at first, you were shy about it, probably only saying it in the first place as a joke of sorts, yet it came so naturally to you, especially now that you were making her feel so good.
“am i doing a good job, mommy?”
“do you like it when i touch like this, mommy?”
“mommy, are you getting close?”
it’s easy for you to tell when your wife is about to reach her peak when you’re in this position with your head shoved in between her legs, the way her body start to quiver and her hips start moving to grind herself on your pretty face being telltale signs that you must continue until she ends up gushing all over your mouth and chin with a loud cry.
you created quite a mess, you realize once you pull away momentarily, how her pretty pussy was slick with her arousal and your spit, even sparkling a little from your glittery lipgloss, but she didn’t give you much time to admire her as she reached out to pull you closer. the expression on her beautiful face looked as though she were a little high on pleasure, unable to wait for a full recovery before desiring more from you already with the chains of her handcuffs clinking against each other, “ i’m having way too much fun, thanks to the present you got me. do you think you can help mommy with one more, sweetie?”
request:
hullo! could i kindly (and patiently, of course) request something with anne hathaway and a bit of mommy kink (in whatever way you choose :3 ) have a good day/night!! ^^
Could you do a sequel to “i can hear my heart breaking” where alysa and reader go back to being rlly lovey dovey and amber and isabeau get confused when theyre suddenly cuddling in the same bed one night
ft. alysa liu x f! reader — rpf
╰₊✧ suddenly getting really close again after the breakup┊0.6k words
ever since the four of you arrived at the olympic village, the bad blood between you and alysa has been becoming glaringly obvious by the hour, and amber and isabeau really had no idea if they should interfere or not. all the exasperated groans, the biting remarks, and the obvious distaste for the other was making them nervous that a catfight would break out at any second. when you’re on the world stage to represent your country, there can be no distractions, yet it seems the two of you are becoming increasingly aware and annoyed at each other’s presence.
the other two girls just wanted to keep the peace, but in such a small space, once the competitions and sightseeing were over, it was far too difficult to manage. minor distractions could only do so much before you were reminded of the other’s presence, and the petty antics would start again. everyone involved was just far too exhausted for this to continue, so when you and alysa were presumably off on your own respective adventures, amber and isabeau were out in the cafeteria to discuss the matter at hand, even being joined by Ilia when he noticed them looking all solemn and serious.
this was not going to keep going on, not as long as they were in the picture. while the older figure skater wanted to be upfront by sitting the two of you down and saying that you two either needed to make up or keep your tempers, the younger one was worried a bigger fight would break out since the two of you would just start blaming each other. she’s seen how the two of you could get when aggressive, and it wasn’t something she wanted to happen when your anger was directed at the other.
after a couple of hours of careful planning, they managed to come up with a scheme of sorts to keep you away from the other for as long as possible, knowing that it’s impossible for you to be in the bad mood in the other’s presence when you weren’t in each other’s presence to begin with aside from bedtime. and if worst comes to worst, they were going to take amber’s direct approach and brace themselves for the fallout, doing their best to prevent things from getting too nasty.
yet when they returned to the room you were all sharing, they were surprised to find you and alysa back before they were, but they were more aghast to see the both of you cuddling up beside each other, squeezed in on a bed made for one with her mostly on top of you, talking in soft whispers while showing each other stuff on your phones, presumably something romantic judging by the reactions like sapphic memes or memories in your camera rolls. occasionally she would even take a piece of candy and feed it to you by hand, giggling whenever you would swallow the candy and then give her a kiss on the cheek in return as thanks. neither of you even noticed amber and isabeau walk in due to how preoccupied you were, trapped in your own little world where no one else existed but your girlfriend.
one would have never guessed that, just a few hours prior, you were fighting nonstop with the only thing keeping you from each other’s throats were witnesses and being on the world stage as teammates. did the two of you meet up while you were out and make amends? you were being so sweet and affectionate with each other now as if the break-up never happened, and while the other two were more than confused, at least now things were fixed in your relationship, right?
hi! im not sure if u take requests, but if you do, could you write alysa x reader where reader is a retired us figure skater who was like alexandra trusova and kamila valieva famous/pro level before she retired in 2022 but now shes back for 2026 olympics and alysa has a crush on her for like ever since jgp era (reader is like 4 years older than alysa) but if you dont thats fine too! have a great dayy :))
ft. alysa liu x f! reader — rpf
╰₊✧ meeting (& asking out) her long-time idol at the olympics┊0.7k words
“oh my god, i can’t believe this is happening! i’m finally going to meet her, oh my god, oh my god, do i look okay?” alysa was practically talking at the speed of light and jumping about like a bunny with how excited she was, finding that this moment was even more adrenaline-inducing than being at the olympic games itself.
“you look fine! i promise, she isn’t going to care so much about how you look as she is going to care about your skills,” amber chuckled.
for the longest time ever, alysa has looked up to you as a role model for figure skating, completely mesmerized by the way you perform and thinking you to be just as beautiful as an angel on the ice. she even had posters of you hung up on her bedroom walls and at one point ran a fan account dedicated to you, which makes it sound like you were so much older than her, but truthfully, the gap was only four years.
now that you were back from your mental health hiatus and would be competing on the same team as her, she was screaming on the inside out of excitement. she’s always sort of had a crush on you, not a parasocial one, but rather the one most young girls get when they possess such an admiration for a celebrity. still, when she came to greet you for the first time, partially hidden behind amber because of how nervous she was, but when she saw how friendly you were, while also admitting you were super excited to meet her, it didn’t take long for her shyness to melt away and for her extroverted side to come out.
meeting you was everything she ever dreamed of and more, from the fun conversations you had to training on the ice together, showing off your favorite bits of your respective routines and sharing tips. she had this idea in her mind that you were more intimidating and perfect than you actually were as a result of her putting you on a pedestal for as long as she has known about your existence, but the real you, the one that was just as human as she was with mistakes and flaws, was so much better than she’s ever imagined.
“hey… do you wanna hang out once we’re done here… maybe just the two of us?”
god, it felt like high school all over again when she was shooting her shot with a girl who was miles out of her league, her face all red and body feeling feverish despite how freezing the ice rink was.
“alysa, are you asking me out on a date?”
“... something like that?”
oh no, was she being too forward with you by asking you out when you’ve only known each other for a couple of hours? she probably managed to weird you out with a single question— she should have said that amber, isabeau, and ilia would be coming too so that it would have sounded less creepy. see, this is why she should be thinking before she speaks more often, she might have just permanently ruined everything with a simple question!
but then you beamed the sweetest smile at her and giggled, the most heavenly moment she’s ever experienced, “aw, aren’t you the cutest? i’d love to go on a date with you!”
later that day, after arranging a time and place, alysa wouldn’t stop asking for advice on how she should dress, style her hair, and do her makeup, to which all of her friends groaned and reminded her, once again, that even though you thought she was very pretty, you cared much more for her character rather than her appearance. it’s still so unbelievable to her that she’s made it this far, like a dream she never wants to wake up from, yet when you greeted her and allowed her to take your hand before leading you throughout the city, she finds that reality still has it’s kind and beautiful moments.
(while the two of you agreed to keep your blooming relationship a secret from the public for a little bit, with your permission, she wouldn’t stop spam texting and screaming about how she was dating the girl she’s been dreaming about for years now. they’re all more than happy for her, but perhaps they’ll put her on mute for the next hour or so because most of them can’t stand the constant stream of notifications stemming from her extreme excitement. she probably won’t be able to sleep a wink with how she’s screaming into her pillow and kicking her feet against the mattress.)
╰₊✧ despite being the man everyone dreams to be with, the reclusive actor tends to be a little insecure about his relationships, especially the one he has with you┊1k words
contains: hurt/comfort, relationship insecurity, there’s fluff i promise, the morning after, suggestive with some nudity
➤ author's note: the way i misread the request and made it angst by accident so i had to pivot, but even if it’s short, i kinda love it
there’s a heavy feeling in ji-cheol’s chest when he stirs awake and sees you peacefully slumbering beside him, once that’s unfamiliar and not at the same time. it’s not an unpleasant sensation, but it weighs on him and has him pondering about where he was going to go from here.
ever since he’s been launched into the spotlight, he’s been well-known among the people to equally as mysterious as he was famous, especially about his personal life and his romantic relationships. he has dozens of dating rumors rise throughout the years with various co-stars, but he’s never really confirmed or denied any of them, leaving nosy fans constantly speculating and wondering about his life outside of his acting career. it was a rather bizarre change to him at first, unable to fathom why people were so interested in the details off camera, but he’s grown used to it as he aged, chalking it up to natural human curiosities despite becoming increasingly annoying.
it was far when he was actually in a relationship at the moment and was trying to hide it from the public, and it wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence for things to end because keeping things under wraps was just too stressful for both parties with the love and passion they had never been enough to keep things going before things started collapsing. eventually, now that he’s a few years into his forties, he has just accepted that a lasting love and romance that lasted for more than two years might not be for him if he wanted to keep his occupation, forever doomed to be a bachelor, desired by all, yet never to truly love and be loved enough to persist through the struggles.
that’s why, when you entered his life with the transition from co-workers to lovers happening in the blink of an eye, he was always worried and holding himself back, worried and fully expecting the relationship to fall apart like it always did. frankly, it’s mentally exhausting to be in a serious relationship while simultaneously being scared that things would end too soon. your companies were strict about dating policies, you had to constantly tiptoe in public in dread of being recognized, social media users were always circulating posts full of random gossip, and things were becoming increasingly difficult to maintain when he wanted to hang on so desperately.
even when you got in bed together and spent the night full of passion, he was clingy and treated it like it would be your last moments together, like you were going to slip through his fingers like sand before he even knew it. thankfully, you’re one of the most sympathetic and compassionate he’s ever come across, fully understanding the reasons behind his uncharacteristic mannerisms. he always seems to be so calm and collected, maintaining an indifferent persona to sell his detached image, but in truth, he can be rather sensitive and sentimental, especially about the things that are important to him.
when he’s looking at you like this, reaching out to brush some stray pieces of hair away so that he can see your face properly, he feels a confusing blend of affection and dejection. it’s a sight that he yearns to see every morning for the rest of his life, but he wonders if life will tear the two of you away from each other. while your bond is strong at the moment, your careers in the spotlight cause a lot of unpredictability, and a single strong wave could easily destroy everything that he desires to protect if he isn’t careful. the majority of his relationships ended around this time as well, at the two-year mark, when the pressure would start to crack either party, which was the last thing he wanted to repeat when it came to you.
just then, you started to stir, stretching out your body and letting the thin blanket fall away and exposing your upper nude form to his eyes, letting out a soft groan as you turned your head to look at him properly, “what are you thinking about? you’ve been staring for five minutes now.”
“... nothing serious… were you awake this whole time?”
you couldn’t help but let out a giggle when his hesitation was clear because of how he was looking disrespectfully instead of answering, “yeah, i was wondering if you were going to tell me a secret about how you felt about you. you know, like in those dramas they’re making nowadays.”
“i don’t keep any secrets from you,” he grumbled.
“oh?”
“... nothing that you haven’t already figured out, anyway.”
before you could give a response, he moved to pull you closer to him, rolling over on his back so that you were on top of him and pressing kisses all over your face while you tried to squirm out of his grasp and playfully push him away, “ack, quit it, we both have morning breath, let me go to the bathroom before you start anything.”
“don’t leave me, please.”
you were initially going to make fun of him for being so whiny so early in the morning, but you could hear the more deeply-set fear in his voice, as if you were going to be leaving forever. normally, people would say that you’re thinking too much into it, but ever since you started dating him, you quickly learned to trust your instincts. still, you weren’t going to let the playful mood be ruined by the severity of insecurity, pressing your finger into his forehead and continuing to squirm around, “i’m just going to the bathroom real quick, i’ll be back before you know it. no one is getting me to leave you that easily, i love you more than you realize, do you know that?”
he hesitated for a moment, allowing your words to fully sink in. it’s the most prominent exchange you two have had about his insecurities about things ending because of outside influences, but hearing that assurance from your mouth was comforting in a way that couldn’t be put into words.
“i know that now… and i love you too, more than anything else in the world…”
request:
Could you write a fluff for either gong yoo or wi ha jun it could be a little spicy but you can pick the plot love youuuuu❤️
╰₊✧ she’s really sweet and silly, giggling nonstop and clinging onto you like a koala to a branch. for the first couple of minutes, all she wants to do is cuddle and kiss you all over, sometimes initiating another round, but once the overwhelming bliss calms down and she regained her energy, she’s quick to pull you out of bed and into the bathroom with her so that you both can get cleaned up. she loves the shower you two take afterwards just as much as she likes being intimate with you, helping lather shampoo on your hair after you scrub her back before drying each other off, getting dressed, and cuddling until you fall asleep. it’s so heavenly for her, and she swears she falls deeper in love with you every time.
━━━ .°˖✧ b is for body ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what is their favorite part of them and on you?
╰₊✧ on herself, she’s a big fan of her smile, even before she did her own smiley piercing to enhance it. it’s one of her biggest charm points, she thinks, and she’s highly aware of the effects it has on you, especially when she’s trying to convince or change your mind about something. all she has to do is flash a cute little smile, and you’re immediately on your knees for her, ready to obey her every command.
╰₊✧ on you, she loves your entire body, as cliché and as a basic answer as it is, but must she really pick? everything from the shape of your nose, to the curves (or lack thereof) of your hips, to the toes whose nails she likes to paint when she’s bored, are all features she adores, but she probably would answer your thighs as her favorite body part. she just loves to grip them in her hands and to sit on them when she’s in your lap, sometimes she even asks you to squish her head in between them because of how comfortable it is, although she’ll play innocent if you call her a pervert for it.
━━━ .°˖✧ c is for cum ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ anything to do with cum.
╰₊✧ she doesn’t taste like strawberries and vanilla or anything, but she does have a distinct sweetness to her, that has you crazy addicted whenever you eat her out. because she’s rather sensitive, she comes to her orgasm pretty quickly, and you’ll find that she’s also a squirter, which you promise her is an adorable trait when she’s a little embarrassed about it.
━━━ .°˖✧ d is for dirty secret ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what lewd things have they been hiding from you?
╰₊✧ before you started dating and she was crushing hard on you, alysa had her first wet dream ever about you two being in bed together, nude and rubbing up against each other while kissing passionately. she woke up with her body feeling feverish and her body covered in sweat along with her pussy throbbing like crazy, quickly going to the bathroom to run a cold shower to recollect her thoughts. she didn’t tell you for the longest time just because of how embarrassed she was, only admitting it well into six months of dating and after you two did plenty of freakier things together.
━━━ .°˖✧ e is for experience ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?
╰₊✧ she isn’t experienced in the slightest, especially when she spent all of her teen and young adult years focusing on skating and mental health over dating and sex, but to her, that just makes having her first time with you so much more special. although she has a little more of a dominant personality, where she prefers to do things her way, she easily adjusts to playing a more submissive role while you show her all the ropes. if you also don’t have any experience, as she does, then she enjoys the process of learning together just as much as she enjoys the pleasure.
━━━ .°˖✧ f is for favorite position ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ self-explanatory.
╰₊✧ she isn’t picky and is quite flexible, which allows her to be bent and folded into any position of your dreams, but she just likes to take whatever feels the most natural in the moment. however, it isn’t uncommon for her to come up to you with the most ridiculous-looking pose on her phone, asking to try it out of pure curiosity.
━━━ .°˖✧ g is for goofy ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?
╰₊✧ alysa doesn’t like to take things too seriously anymore after it completely wrecked her mental health (don’t worry, the people around her are still very important to her, including you and your relationship that is going steady, she just means things like diets, achieving perfection, and other things she doesn’t need to be losing hair over), so she takes a similar sentiment to sex. she wouldn’t hesitate to crack jokes and be silly, but she still manages to find the middle line which allows you to still feel the intimacy and love she has for you.
━━━ .°˖✧ h is for hair ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?
╰₊✧ she prefers to keep things natural and let it grow, but she’ll shave or trim if you find it a bit uncomfortable to work with, and she doesn’t have a preference on how you keep your body hair as long as you are comfortable. (she definitely sometimes dyes her bush wild colors when she has extra hair dye when she’s bored, or maybe even shaves it into a heart or something, whatever she feels like doing impulsively.)
━━━ .°˖✧ i is for intimacy ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how romantic are they in the moment?
╰₊✧ if the occasion calls for it, she can be the biggest cheesy romantic you’ve ever met, arranging for roses, candles, even music that manages to fit the mood without being cringy. she’s as sweet and attentive to your needs as ever, whispering praises into your ear while gently caressing your skin, making the night all about the love you have for each other rather than just physical pleasure.
━━━ .°˖✧ j is for jack off˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ do they masturbate without you? if so, how?
╰₊✧ while she can be a little bit of a pervert around you, she actually doesn’t have that high of a sex drive when you aren’t around and usually doesn’t feel a need to masturbate… unless you decide to be a little cheeky and send her some racy images of you, then she doesn’t really hesitate to get her clothes off and send you a similar photo before reaching into the nearby bedside drawer. she usually uses a rose toy or vibrater to get her off since she’s a little clumsy with her own fingers, but even though it helps get her off, it’s not the same as being pleasured by you :(
━━━ .°˖✧ k is for kink ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what kind of freaky things are they into giving and receiving?
╰₊✧ lingerie - has a bit of a lingerie fetish, both when you’re wearing it and when she’s wearing it. she’s become a regular at the local shop and owns all kinds of fancy undergarments, blowing a decent chunk of her spending money on it, but it doesn’t matter to her when she sees how feral you both become for each other while wearing such sexy pieces. neither of you ever completely take them off because she finds shifting them around as needed to be much more erotic, but there have been a few times when she was so eager she ended up ripping them up a bit.
╰₊✧ scissoring - a fan of scissoring, even though it might be a little bit of a controversial topic, because she thinks it’s such a romantic idea to have your most intimate parts kissing up against each other, but she likes anything that has you really close to each other, to the point where you can feel the heat radiating off the other’s body and melt into each other.
╰₊✧ cosplay & roleplay - as an anime fan, she has quite a few fictional crushes, and if you decide to dress up as one of them, then she’s a goner, especially when you act in character. she thought doing such things were cringe at first, but when she saw you dress up as maki from jujutsu kaizen for a halloween party, she couldn’t stop thinking about pulling you into the nearest closet or bathroom and begging you to fuck her.
╰₊✧ marking - obsessed with sucking on you, whether she’s sucking at your tits or your clit, but she also loves sucking on your skin and biting on it until she can see discolored marks forming. it’s not necessarily a possessiveness thing as it is an oral fixation thing, but she must admit, she loves seeing you get all flustered when you try to hide them or when people point them out with a knowing smirk.
╰₊✧ mirror sex - gets aroused seeing the reflection of you fuck each other. it’s strange because she doesn’t necessarily care much for her own presentation as long as she’s presentable, nor does she have a thing for exhibitionism, but she finds it so hot, especially the way you get all embarrassed at the way she keeps looking.
━━━ .°˖✧ l is for location ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their favorite places to have sex?
╰₊✧ she’s a private person who might get anxious at the idea of being seen or overheard, so she’s only willing to do it in privacy of your own home, but if she’s feel a little adventurous, then perhaps she would be willing to do it in a different place as long as there’s a door with a working lock to separate you from everyone else.
━━━ .°˖✧ m is for motivation ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what turns them on?
╰₊✧ knowing that her love and lust are mutual drives her crazy. it’s not that she doesn’t think she’s deserving of it or anything of the sort, but she still finds it crazy that you’re just as obsessed with her as she is with you, and that knowledge alone is enough for her to pounce on you once all the daily activities are over. listening to you tease her and watching you trying to seduce her also gets her going, regardless if you actually do a good job, you always get what you want, so it’s always a task failed successfully.
━━━ .°˖✧ n is for no ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their turn-offs and things they wouldn’t do?
╰₊✧ she isn’t a fan of degradation or anything that would hurt either of you. it’s just not her thing as she doesn’t quite understand the appeal of mixing pain and pleasure, but maybe she’ll be willing to overstimulate or edge you until you’re crying if you’re really into that.
━━━ .°˖✧ o is for oral ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how do they give you head and react to receiving it? which do they prefer?
╰₊✧ giving head - alysa prefers eating you out a little bit more than she likes receiving, only because she loves the way you squirm underneath her and watching you fall part because of her tongue, and the sounds you make are like heaven. all the little breathy moans you let out while asking her for more drives her crazy and spurs her on to be a little more forceful, almost like she has aggression from how cute your reactions are, until you cry out her name and unravel like a ribbon.
╰₊✧ receiving head - she loves being able to shut off her brain and letting you do as you please with her, pulling on your hair to bring you closer to her cunt and have your tongue press deeper into her. at first, she was a little nervous when you first started doing it because of the vulnerability it required, but she trusts you more than anything and quickly grew to love it.
━━━ .°˖✧ p is for pace ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?
╰₊✧ while she prefers to keep things slow and sensual because she loves how romantic she is, but as a figure skater, she certainly has the stamina and energy to go just as fast and rough as you want her to. it’s such a jarring contrast to see a girl who is as sweet and giggly as her suddenly flip into someone so assertive and even aggressive, but you would be lying if you said it wasn’t one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen.
━━━ .°˖✧ q is for quickie ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their opinions on quickies?)
╰₊✧ she doesn’t really like them, even though the two of you have probably had them at least once or twice. there’s a time and place for everything, and if there isn’t enough time to do things properly, then she would rather not do it at all rather than have either of you hanging and parting while being left high and dry.
━━━ .°˖✧ r is for risk ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they game to experiment? what kinds of risks are they willing to take?
╰₊✧ she’s willing to experiment with most things as long as it isn’t anything gross or too crazy. the freakiest thing she’s ever done is tease you under the table while you were around other people (see w is for “wild card” for more), but if you want to do something in particular, then sit her down and have a quick chat about it to see how it turns out, but if it’s coming out of your mouth and something that sounds mildly interesting, she’ll be game for it.
━━━ .°˖✧ s is for stamina ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?
╰₊✧ while she doesn’t usually feel the need to go for any more than two or three rounds, she has some crazy stamina that allows her to go all night and well into the morning if necessary. it isn’t uncommon, especially if neither of you have any commitments the next day, for things to get out of hand and turn a few sessions into marathon sex where she just has the two of you going until you’re shaking, but what did you expect when it comes to dating an athlete?
━━━ .°˖✧ t is for toys ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ do they own them? do they prefer to use them on you or themselves?
╰₊✧ she owns quite a few, not enough to fill a chest, but maybe a shoebox with a decent amount of variety in both form and color. typically, she uses them for self-pleasuring when you aren’t around because she prefers it when you do it for her using your mouth or fingers, but she loves using the strap on occasion, regardless of who is wearing it, but she easily gets tired of using any sort of toy and will only use them a few times a month.
━━━ .°˖✧ u is for unfair ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how much do they like to tease? do they like to be teased themself?
╰₊✧ alysa loves teasing you almost as much as she loves being on the ice. it makes her feel so powerful when she sees the effect she has on you, watching you get all flustered while tripping over your words while you’re trying to think of a witty comeback. not only does she love teasing you with her words, but she loves teasing you in the bedroom, always dangling your orgasm in front of your face while you desperately beg her to give you what you want so badly. of course, she can take what she dishes out and likes it when you do the same with you, but she makes it a constant push and pull for power, excited to see who comes out on top at the end.
━━━ .°˖✧ v is for volume ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how loud are they? what kinds of sounds do they make?
╰₊✧ she doesn’t hesitate to be loud when she’s bottoming with some of the most pornagraphic sounds you’ve ever heard, but when she’s on top, she has her mouth running with the dirtiest phrases that sound straight out of an erotic novel without the cringe. the point is, she doesn’t shy away from letting you know just how good you’re making her feel and what a good time she’s having.
━━━ .°˖✧ w is for wild card ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what’s a random sex headcanon?
╰₊✧ it’s unpredictable and always comes when you least expect it, but alysa sometimes likes to tease you under the table while you’re around your mutual friends. you’ll be talking about whatever, then you suddenly feel her hand tracing along your thigh and pressing against your cunt through your bottoms, watching with amusement as you try not to stumble and make it obvious. and of course, she’ll play innocent while you shoot her a dirty look, but would you be the one to submit and be at her mercy, or will you be the one punishing her for her unruly behavior?
━━━ .°˖✧ x is for x-ray ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what’s going on under those clothes?
╰₊✧ she’s pretty muscular as a result of her training and loves to flex her strength by picking you up and holding you in her lap. she also has some of the most perfect tits in the world, although when you’re looking at her body as a whole, her chest seems to be one of the less interesting things about her because of how beautiful she is when nude.
━━━ .°˖✧ y is for yearning ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how high is their sex drive?
╰₊✧ it can vary quite a bit as there are moments when she doesn’t feel the need to do anything and is satisfied with just cuddling, but other times, she’s constantly dragging you back in the bedroom and keeps going until you nearly pass out. she isn’t ashamed of letting her desire be known because you’re always more than willing then indulge her in whatever she wants, but if you have a lower sex drive during her hornier moments, then she’ll back off without bringing it up again as your comfort is much more important to her than her lust.
━━━ .°˖✧ z is for zzz ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how quickly do they fall asleep after the act?
╰₊✧ because alysa has quite a bit of stamina and energy, it might take a little bit of time for her to fall asleep. you almost always doze off before she does, but before that, she makes sure you’re feeling alright, all cleaned up, and completely comfortable before she even thinks of leaving your side, since she has the energy to run around and take care of you before she joins you in bed and cuddles with you until your eyes close.
requests:
alysa liu x female reader please if u do smut and if its okay thank u!
Would you write Alysa x female reader smut?
i loved your alysa fluff alphabet! Could you write an NSFW alphabet? 💕
Hi girlaa, can you pretty please with a cherry on top do a alysa liu alphabet but nsfw
╰₊✧ after a tearful goodbye with your newest best friend, you soon find that you’ve always been closer than initially thought┊1.3k words
while it’s more than true that there’s no place in the world like home, and you were more than elated to be back with a stress-free mindset after two weeks in italy, you still couldn’t help but feel like something was missing from your life that sleeping in the bedroom you grew up in and tasty home-cooked meals couldn’t quite replace. you were more than grateful to be back, of course, and you told yourself that this emptiness was merely a temporary feeling, but as the days went by, you started to fear it wouldn’t go away nearly as easily as you hoped it would.
how stupid does it sound to say you’ve been feeling under the weather because alysa wasn’t around to keep you company anymore, even though you’ve only known her for about twenty days and only had the opportunity to know her after coincidentally becoming roommates in the olympic village? the two of you were essentially attached at the hip from the moment you locked eyes, and did nearly everything together, from training and practicing your routines on ice together, to eating all of your meals next to each other, and even going to the restroom in pairs while you were exploring the city of milan. you hardly went an hour without seeing her, and if you did, the time in between felt like an eternity, which was also something that she shared happened to her as well, comparing it to going through the school day without your bestie there, although the time she went without you wasn’t anything close to seven hours.
anyone with functioning eyes and ears could see how close the two of you were, although they were surprised it happened so instantaneously. you had managed to skip all of the typical stages and transitions of growing closer and went straight to best friends, but they suppose it was because of how well alysa’s amiable and chill attitudes meshed with your bubbly and sweet personality. there were several who even seemed to think you were girlfriends, unable to hide the shock on their faces when you explained otherwise, with a few even asking if you were positive about that. she seemed to think it was one of the funniest things in the world and would play up how close the two of you were by kissing you on the cheek, spoon-feeding you, holding your hand, and other typical romantic things in front of them just to laugh at their confused faces.
they were partially right about their idea of you two being more than friends because you did sorta develop a crush on her, not that you didn’t think you could be blamed for it. the understanding and connection you had for each other was nothing short of magic that you’ve never experienced before, nor do you think you would ever experience again for the rest of your life. it was almost like you were linked together by the universe and were always meant to be together, and she was really something special with the way she lit up your entire world with that smile of hers, making your heart flutter, and all your worries melt away like they were never there to begin with. you found you weren’t nearly as nervous while doing your performances as you thought you would have been, not when you knew she was watching and cheering you on from the sidelines. when the time came to stand on the podium, her in first and you in third, she even jumped down from her position to hug you, and made for a beautifully heartfelt picture that you now have hanging in your bedroom.
although you were far too aware that all good things had to come to an end and that the time you spent here with her was limited, the two weeks you were given were far too short before you had to part. she couldn’t stop crying with her usually sharp eyeliner starting to drip from how many tears were cascading down her face, complaining that she accidentally packed the pen that wasn’t waterproof while sniffling like a baby and telling you to text her as soon as you got home (not that you were any better, bystanders would have thought one of you was being shipped off to war with the way you were acting). after spending a little over three hundred hours together in such a short time span, separation seemed impossible to handle at the time, and both of you spent your entire respective flights home scrolling through your camera rolls to recall all the memories you shared. so many of them were posted to social media through stories and posts, but there were a few that were reserved for your eyes only, making them a thousand times more special.
now that you thought back about it as you were taking a stroll through the neighborhood, you never did ask her exactly where she lived. you both mentioned that an amazing coincidence it was that you both lived in oakland, california, but it was a massive city with just under half a million people, which made you throw the assumption that she could have been nearby out the window. there was already an arranged time and place coming up when both of you planned to reconnect after a couple of days of rest, and you were practically trembling with excitement at the thought of it and spent an entire afternoon harassing your most fashionable friends over facetime to help you pick out a cute outfit.
these few days without her felt a little more dreary than normal, kinda like those days when you’re out running a bunch of errands and the sky turns gray before it starts pouring when you’ve only finished your first stop. you must continue, even if it kind of sucks, because soon enough, the fog will lift and the days will be bright and sunny again.
and then “soon enough” happened a whole lot sooner than you initially thought, because just then, while your head was all wrapped up in thoughts of that figure skater, you spotted a familiarly iconic head of hair that was dyed in rings of blonde and brown turning the corner. you really thought you were seeing things for a moment because of how much you missed her, but when she spotted you across from her and stood still in disbelief, you realized that life was prettier than it may seem.
it didn’t take very long for the two of you to figure out what was going on and burst out in laughter before almost tackling each other in an embrace. what were the chances that you lived so close together and never realized? when she dragged you over to show you where she lived, it wasn’t even ten minutes away in walking distance from where you lived, but how was it that you met during the extremely slim chances of being on the figure skating team usa at the olympics rather than a block party or something of the sort? you’re sure you would have at least heard her name since you know practically everyone your age for miles around, yet she managed to slip under your radar until now. after a little more conversation, you realized you even attended the same school together, with just a one grade difference in between. she should have been in your life for over a decade now, yet it’s only been a few weeks since you’ve known about her existence.
well, regardless, even if you both were a little disappointed that you didn’t meet each other earlier, the important thing was that you had each other in the present when it mattered most. besides, now you don’t just need to be texting and calling every single day when you miss each other, you could just run over to the other’s place!
request:
can i request an alysa x female!reader
they’re both skating together at the olympics, they’re both skating for usa, they’ve been assigned to be roommates, they train together, they practice together, and both got on the podium together.
so naturally they became super duper close, attached at the hip kind of close, and when it came time to wrap things up and fly back home they both got so sad because they have to be separated after rooming together and being together 24/7 ever since the olympics had started
their lives became so intertwined that its just very hard for them to let go and go back to normal now, even though they will stay in touch thats still very different from rooming together and being together 24/7
they never bothered asking one another where exactly in the us the other lives i mean they’re at the olympics so stuff like that can slip ones mind i think
Alysa flies back home and the reader fly’s back maybe the next day or a few days later
After crying and saying goodbye
Once they’re both back home they end up bumping into one another just to find out they live in the same neighborhood not even 6 minutes away from one other
they were literally right under one anothers noses all this time. They could’ve met YEARS ago, but never did until the right time came
literally hiding in plain sight
also maybe the reader has a very bubbly and outgoing personality
For Alysa liu can you maybe do like one where reader gets placed second place or third and is kind of like a crybaby and her and Alysa are secretly dating or can be platonic!
ft. alysa liu x gn! reader — rpf
╰₊✧ comforting you after you win second place instead of first┊0.7k words
winning isn’t everything, at least, that’s what you’ve been trying to tell yourself multiple times every single day, but it’s difficult to rattle the mindset that’s been ingrained into you ever since you started going competitive. you say you’re just happy to be considered good enough to be participating in a national competition along with the other best and most talented figure skaters in the entire country, but in truth, you were trembling with stress at the thought of returning home without standing on the center podium. after years of being told to either bring home gold or not to come home at all, you were terrified of bringing disappointment to your family, coaches, and most importantly, yourself.
in the end, it was your overwhelming nerves that did you in. while everyone else was doing their performances, you were in the back pacing in circles trying to shake off the jitters, but nothing could help you calm down before it was your turn. the performance you had prepared was high risk with high reward, difficult to execute technically and a little bit higher than your skill level, and while you were able to do it practically flawlessly, you made a single slip-up due to over-calculating one of your jumps. although you didn’t fall over, it was obvious enough for all to notice and for the judges to dock a few points, just enough for your score to fall to second place.
you could feel your face heating up feverishly once you stepped off the ice in embarrassment and shame, despite the near-freezing temperature of the arena, using all of the energy you had to hold back tears when you heard them announce your score. it didn’t take long for you to rush into your dressing room to start freely sobbing, so wrapped up in your own sorrow that you didn’t even notice alysa sneaking in.
the entire world knows how close you and alysa are, often seeing you two mention each other in interviews and having several photos together on instagram, but nearly all of them seem to think you were only best friends, not having any idea that the two of you have been dating for almost three years now. everyone knew that there would be no one else who could console you aside from her, and they also knew that there was no one else who would be able to understand what you were going through better than she would.
while she managed to break out of the cycle of destroying oneself in pursuit of perfection, you still haven’t quite figured out how to do that. “i don’t know how i managed to mess up so badly,” you sniffled. “it’s like i didn’t even practice to begin with, my mom is going to be so upset!”
“yeah, i know how you feel. i’ve been there, fucking been there,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around you and allowing you to freely cry on her shoulder.
there isn’t much that words could do. it’s almost impossible to verbally comfort someone who is in your position when you’re already so sure you were a complete and utter failure who did a horrible job, but she could certainly be there for you physically, patting you on the back while pressing gentle kisses on your tear-streaked face.
her silent support and understanding mean the entire world to you as you slowly start to calm down, feeling a dull numbness start to settle in your chest, but overall feeling peaceful enough to show your face now. you were so grateful to have her there with you by your side, going out of her way to hop on a plane to travel all the way out here just to travel and be there for you throughout the entire event. even though you were still mildly disappointed in yourself and carried the knowledge that your mother was going to be worse, alysa was still so proud of you and thought you did wonderfully, and she was going to do everything she could to help you see things through her eyes as well.
(she might throw you a surprise party when you both get back as a congratulations, or she might show you a bunch of positive comments she gathered all over the internet to show how everyone around the world thinks you’re amazing, but no matter what she thinks of, it’s sure to help push you into a more positive and stress-free mindset when it comes to competitive skating.)
hiii!!! i was wondering, could u write alysa liu x hyperfemme reader? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it can be any genre, tysmmmmm!!
ft. alysa liu x f! reader — rpf
╰₊✧ your lip gloss tends to get everywhere while eating her out┊0.6k words
contains: smut!! 18+) dom reader & sub alysa┊hyperfeminine! reader, giving oral
➤ author's note: i have an awful case of writer’s block, requests will be a little slow T-T
you and your girlfriend both have very striking and high-maintenance appearances, the kind that makes you recognizable from miles and has strangers turn their heads for a few seconds, although that was where the similarities ended. in terms of aesthetics, the two of you were polar opposites, yet you matched each other more perfectly than if you were similar.
alysa doesn’t wear much makeup, but when she does, it’s typically sharp eyeliner with smoky eyeshadow that makes a loud statement. she wears baggy clothing which layers over top of each other, maximizing comforting and style while somehow not sweating like a dog, and her hair is always miraculously styled from just rolling out of bed, dyed in rings of blonde and brown like an angel’s halo (or maybe it resembles a racoon’s tail more. you aren’t quite sure what the name for it is, but at this point in time, most just seem to be calling it “alysa liu hair” instead). you, on the other hand, are all shimmering eyeshadow and lip gloss, often sporting frilly skirts and crop tops, and always having something pink, whether it’s your heels or hair clips.
it always takes forever for you to get ready to go out, but good things always take time, and you always come out all dolled up with the glitter and glam amped up to the max, looking ready for a magazine’s front cover. that’s why it always feels like a little bit of a shame when she ends the day with messing up your look because of something like a cuddling session on the couch turned more intimate.
your neatly styled hair is all out of place because she would tug on your locks when your tongue was on her, where she needed you most, her fingers tangled in the strands as she let out the sweetest little mewls. sometimes she gets so lost in the pleasure that she’ll pull harder than she intends to, listening to you let out a small hiss of pain before reminding her of your teeth that could sink into the tender flesh of her thighs at any moment. still, the minor threat doesn’t mean much to her. it makes her back arch even more if anything, finding your rougher side to be so insanely attractive compared to the cutesy persona you usually adopt.
the lip gloss you wear almost always makes things messier than necessary while you’re swirling your tongue on her delicate clit and lapping up the juices dripping from her weeping slit, smearing all around your lips and all over where you were putting her mouth. every time you pull away to catch your breath, you can see the glitter and shine rubbing off onto her pale skin in the lamplight, making it even more of a sticky mess than it already was. you could even taste a faint hint of the artificial strawberry flavor along with her arousal, but it didn’t compare to alysa’s sweetness, especially when she cries out your name right as she comes hot and heavy all over your lower face, her chest heaving as you gently lick it up as if you were trying to clean her up.
by the time you hop in the shower together, she can’t help but giggle at how the residue was easy to wash out, but the sparkles weren’t and would stay for days after the fact. you really need to start looking into and testing out different kinds of lip glosses that wouldn’t transfer, yet still maintain their glossy finish, and alysa is more than willing to help you test them out with hundreds of kisses as experiments.
