Because of how her dad raised her, she doesn’t really understand love or like what it feels like
So she assumed that she was coming down with a cold or something when she found herself becoming flustered around you
Was the AC not running? Should she open the windows? Why is it so hot in here???
Now, she’s not the type of person who would ask other people for their opinions or for help so she’ll do what she does best
Ignore you until this strange feeling went away
Except it doesn’t go away and now she’s made you upset
Eventually, she’ll get fed up just tell you
But she’s a von Karma so… it’s going to be very straightforward
“I apparently have these foolish feelings for you and will be picking you up at 8 tonight for dinner so be prepared.”
She’s going to take you to the fanciest restaurant ever for your first date
And everything has to be perfect because she’s a von Karma
Yearly trips to Germany are a must
She’ll try to hide her excitement during those trips but honestly she’ll probably slip up here and there
Uh, this should have been obvious but she’s the dominant one in the relationship
I don’t make the rules, sorry
She’ll immediately notice when you’re acting different, especially if your sad or upset
She’s a prosecutor, it’s like an automatic thing for her
Because she still isn’t sure what to do in these situations, she’ll resort to buying you things and leaving them on your desk
Scenario time:
The first thing you noticed when you walked into your office was the little stuffed lion sitting on your desk. It was very out of place and yet, it felt as though it should be there. As you walked towards it, you noticed a little note beside it. Upon reading it, you were able to figure out where this little lion came from and you decided to thank the lovely person who sent it to you. Walking to the prosecution's office usually isn’t a problem but it was snowing today so it took you a little bit longer to reach your destination. When you finally got there, you quickly made your way to the office that you had recently become very accustomed with and burst through the door, effectively startling the person behind the desk. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” The snow that had trapped itself onto your coat was now melting and as you realized this, you stepped backwards so that it would make a mess in the office. “I came to thank the person who gave me this cute lion this morning. Also, sorry about the mess.” You smiled as your favourite prosecutor walked out from behind her desk and stood in front of you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen that thing in my life.” Ah, she was playing that card. “Franz...I never said that you were the one who sent it.” Between the way you were holding the lion and the beaming smile on your face, she couldn’t process her emotions. “How foolish of you to think...to think that I...oh forget it! Come inside before you catch a cold!” She was scolding you but you knew it was only to hide her currently flustered state.
Hi, this is my first fic here and I think the rest of my works will continue to be about Celebrimbor as I am hopelessly in love with him. Anyways, enjoy!!! Let me know what you think of it!!!
Thank you @morganas-pendragons for being my sounding board <3
~ Kez
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“A sound so beautiful, it could make your heart race. Do you think such a thing exists?”
His words echoed in your mind while you were practicing an old piece of music. As a young elf, you enjoyed playing the flute whenever you had free time. This, unfortunately, stopped when you became old enough to truly immerse yourself in your studies, but your love for it never faded. It was the only thing that helped you clear your mind and yet, here you are. Unable to focus on your playing because of him.
The great Elven master smith, Celebrimbor, was floating around your mind, effortlessly. You could spend your days thinking about him and it wouldn’t even bother you. Except for the fact that he barely knew of you. You had spoken once, and he had asked you a question that left you to feel beyond confused. Oh, how you wished to be closer to him. It seemed to be an impossible feat, as you were practically in two separate worlds. But still, your heart yearned for him.
“Did you forget how to play?”
The playful words from your dear friend, Elrond, snapped you out of your thoughts. You were so deep into your own mind that you didn’t see him approach, nor did you hear him call your name earlier.
“I am perfectly fine, thank you very much.” You stood up and dusted some stray leaves off of your dress. Elrond seemed to always be there right when you needed him the most. While you could usually tell him anything, you found yourself unable to share the contents of your heart. Elrond looked up to Celebrimbor, and you feared that your feelings would make him uncomfortable.
“Yes of course, staring blankly into the distance is no doubt how you play the flute. Something is on your mind, is it not? Tell me.” He crossed his arms and attempted to give you a stern look, but it came off more as a look of concern. He always knew when you weren’t fully yourself.
“I cannot tell you.” You avoided his gaze, as you knew it would break you. He frowned and turned slightly away from you, thinking of ways to get you to talk.
“Very well. I will let it go for now, seeing as I need your help.”
“What do you need?”
“Follow me.” Without even giving you a chance to respond, he started making his way down from the hill you stationed yourself at. You quickly grabbed your belongings and followed him, curiosity flowing through you as you did so.
“I need you to- oh hurry up would you.” He was walking quickly and you had so many things to carry, hardly a fair thing for him to ask of you at that moment. “I am walking as fast as I can, now tell me what you need.” You had managed to catch up to him, so you could converse without having to shout.
“I have to ask Lord Celebrimbor for a favour, and I need you there for moral support.”
You stopped dead in your tracks. Admiring him from afar was one thing but now, your dear friend was asking you to be in the same vicinity as the man who could cause you to forget how to breathe.
Noticing you had stopped, Elrond turned around with a confused look on his face. “Y/N? What is bothering you?”
You took a deep breath and tried to regain your composure. “Elrond, I have spoken to Lord Celebrimbor once. I do not believe I will be of any help.”
Elrond laughed and gently grabbed your arm. “Come Y/N. I know what it is that stops you. This is both for me and you. Trust me.”
You could not find the words to argue with him so you allowed yourself to be pulled along, towards the tower where Lord Celebrimbor was. The closer you got to it, the more nervous you became. Elrond, seeing this, gave you a comforting smile as he opened the doors and ushered you inside.
“Lord Celebrimbor, might I speak with you for a moment?”
Elrond’s voice rang throughout the room and the Elven smith walked out from behind a pillar to greet him.
“Ah, Elrond! How good it is to see you! And you have brought Y/N!”
He…knew your name? You had only spoken to him once, and you had not mentioned your name. So how on earth did he know it?
“It is a pleasure to see you again, my lord.” You bowed your head, which was both out of respect and to avoid his eyes.
Elrond began telling Celebrimbor about his project, which left you to casually wander through the room. There were many scrolls, both stacked neatly and tossed around, and a wide variety of tools could be found in every corner of the room. It was amazing how the line between chaos and order was so clear.
“Y/N? Are you listening?”
You spun around quickly and stared blankly at Elrond. Apparently, his conversation had included you at some point. “So sorry, what do you need me to do?” You made your way over to the two, still avoiding Celebrimbor’s eyes.
“I need you to keep Lord Celebrimbor company while he works on this project for me. I fear it may bore him at some point.”
Upon hearing this, you decided to finally look at Celebrimbor, who was smiling fondly at you. As you stared into his eyes, you could see his brilliance shining through them. You wondered why you had avoided his gaze for so long, when his eyes were the most captivating thing you had ever seen.
“Would that be alright with you, Y/N?” Elrond, while waiting for your answer, gave you a small smirk as he knew exactly how you felt. He had known for quite some time now, but wanted to give you the chance to tell him yourself. Seeing as you never did, he decided to take things into his own hands.
“Yes, of course.”
“Wonderful! I will return in a week or so to check in on the progress.” Elrond bowed once more and left. Which meant that you and Celebrimbor were now alone. In his forge. It then dawned on you that you had no idea how to keep him from getting bored. In fact, you weren’t even sure if he ever got bored. He loved his work, that was clear to everyone.
“Forgive me, my lord, but I do not know how Elrond wished for me to help you. I doubt you find your work boring, no matter what it is you are making.”
Celebrimbor had already begun working, so he did not look at you as he spoke.
“Elrond tells me you are quite talented with a flute. Perhaps you could play something?”
Ah, your flute. The flute that you promised yourself you wouldn’t play for others until you were confident enough in your abilities again. Elrond knew of this promise, and it seemed as though he had thought of a way to make you break it.
“Very well. Though I should mention, I have not played in the company of others in many years.” You thought it was best to mention this now, in case you made mistakes or forgot parts of the pieces you were about to play.
He did not reply, though he was waiting for you to begin. You stood in the middle of the room, where you previously assessed was the best spot for acoustics, and began playing the piece you knew best. You closed your eyes, thinking back to the time when you first learned it. You were told that it was a story. A story about the stars, how they shined so warmly and yet, were so cold. How they reflected in the still waters of the night, almost close enough to touch. A song of love and yearning.
The sound of gems falling onto the ground caused you to stop mid-song. You opened your eyes and quickly looked to where Celebrimbor was working. He was sitting now, his head in his hands and the gems he was previously inspecting, scattered across the floor.
“My lord? Are you alright?”
You placed your flute on a nearby table and quickly rushed to his side. Fear crossed your mind, as you knelt down beside him, gently pulling his hands away from his face. What you did not expect was to meet his eyes, beautiful as ever, yet filled with tears.
“It was you? All this time?”
“What do you mean?” You stared up at him, confusion written across your face. As far as you knew, you had never played for him before.
He took your hands into his own, staring so deeply into your eyes, you felt as though he could see through your soul. “In the quiet hours of the night, I often find myself strolling through the city, trying to relax my mind. Though lately, I have heard the sweetest sounds, flowing through the night sky and towards the stars. I have heard a sound that I believed to have been blessed by the Valar themselves.”
You were at a loss for words. To hear the man you loved and admired speak so highly of your playing, it made your heart weak. You could no longer stay upright, so you decided to lay down flat on the ground.
“I have seen many beautiful things in my life, yet none compare to this sight before me.” He couldn’t help but to admire you, as the gems that were once scattered meaninglessly were now surrounding you, like a halo of jewels. He felt as though he had seen the universe in this one moment. Nothing would ever compare to you, to your pure, raw beauty.
There was no way for you to hide your face from him, as you began to blush from his words. He was staring down at you as though you were his best work. His most prized piece. His every word made your head spin.
“I wish I could see this for the rest of my years.”
“You can. If it is what you truly wish for.” When you finally spoke, it was no more than a whisper. His eyes widened at your words, and he slowly slid off of his chair, kneeling down beside you.
“You would stay with me?” His voice was soft and gentle, like a summer night’s breeze.
You sat up so you could face him properly. Never in your life would you have imagined yourself in this situation. You face, mere centimeters away from his, as he poured his heart out to you.
“I would stay with you, until the very end.” You leaned in closer to him, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against his. “My love for you would be the very blood rushing through your veins. It would be the air in your lungs. No power in this world, nor any other, could possibly take me away from you.”
You could feel his body relax as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as though he was afraid of losing you. He pulled his face away from yours briefly, to bask in your beauty once more, before he gently held your face in his hands and kissed you.
If the Valar had ever decided to bless him, it was at this moment. Where he felt as though the universe had shifted and stars had aligned. He had many accomplishments in his life, but none of them ever made him feel the way he did now.
In the middle of the room, where you were safe in each other’s embrace, the world seemed to be at peace, even if it was only for a moment. For he had you, until the end of his days.
honest to god, I got this concept in the shower and it would not leave me alone. the prompt was found in the depths of the celebrimbor x reader tag (disclaimer: I am not a Tolkien reader, but I did grow up watching the movies and have done some research into the Silmarillion as I've been watching ROP) and this was born.
I've just found out some of the fates of these characters and I kid you not... I have a full fledged idea for a Celebrimbor/OC fic if my brain keeps this up
set during s2 of ROP, light spoilers ahead
prompt is here / this reader is a half-elven female who is gifted with magic. like I said, I am new to writing for this verse, so please be gentle.
***
You don't remember much about how you ended up in Middle Earth. There are glimpses, sweet fragments of memories that surface every now and again, but that is simply all they are. Glimpses of a time that has long come and gone.
Glimpses of who you were gone with it, like the receding tides of the ocean drifting further and further away.
The one thing you do remember with astounding clarity is your arrival to Eregion. You remember the front gates and how tired you were, and more importantly, you remember Celebrimbor. His complete and utter astonishment at your arrival was puzzling.
You didn't figure out why until later.
"Forgive me, but my healer tells me you have difficulties with remembering where you came from," He's standing in front of you where you sit in the healer's chambers of Eregion. You're surprised that they even let you in. Maybe he took pity on you. "Your injuries are minimal given how long he believes you were out in such conditions. Given your physical attributes, I would say you are at least Elvish. That would explain some of this. Do you remember your name?"
You didn't. The only things you had to remind you of who you were was the cloak around your shoulders and the circlet in your hair. A fine thing, crafted from what Celebrimbor later told you was pure silver.
"No... no, I don't." You shake your head and wrap your arms tightly around yourself. He can't help but soften. You seem very lost. Celebrimbor is not one to take in lost souls, but there is something about you that draws in rapt fascination, and he is not willing to turn you away. "But you were kind enough to take me in. Why did you do that?"
"You are no threat upon us. Now come. Let me introduce you to the great kingdom of the Elven smiths."
He extended his arm to you hesitantly. You found yourself taking it, staring up at him through a curious gaze as he dove into the history of Eregion.
Weeks passed. You noticed the longer you were present in Eregion and in the forges that Celebrimbor was very particular about who was allowed to remain in his presence for long. There were his smiths, and his servants, but there were very few who were truly allowed to know him on a more intimate and vulnerable level.
You found yourself wondering why.
On a quieter day in Eregion's forges, you venture out of your room in search of Celebrimbor. Most of the staff is familiar with your presence by now. You've heard the whispers. They wonder how a forsaken Elf has managed to find her way into their King's good graces after such a short amount of time.
"Ah, I was wondering when you'd arrive. Come. I have something to show you." Celebrimbor greeted. You followed him around the edge of the forge to a table in the center of the room where a familiar silver circlet sat. Your eyes widened. You had been wondering where it went. "I was given enough moonstone from a recent discovery to restore your circlet and add a singular gem to the center. What do you think?"
Again the eyes and ears are drawn to the pair of you. You can feel their questions burning through the air: Why her? Why is she in his good graces? What does a forsaken elf have to give to the King of Eregion and the Master Smith?
"Might we have a moment in private?" You ask. There is no hesitation in his response. Celebrimbor dismisses his smiths, and in mere minutes, the two of you are alone. He seems perfectly content to be with you where no other eyes can see. "I don't understand. We've only just met, and I don't even know who I am, but here you are reforging and creating something so beautiful for a stranger," You pick up the circlet with delicate fingers, turning it over to gaze at the gem in the center. It's a very delicate design that incorporates much of the Elvish culture within it. "Why?"
There's a beat of silence that you interpret as apprehension. Answering this question requires a certain sense of vulnerability that he so often shies away from.
What he does instead surprises you.
''Because," Celebrimbor's voice drops to a whisper as he settles the delicate circlet in your hair, and you can't help but smile at how gentle it is. "You are.. different."
That's all he leaves you with. You're left to wonder what about you is different. What about you puts him so at ease.
***
You know something has changed when you start to have premonitions of a tall, regal Elvish man with blonde hair calling himself Annatar. You watch Celebrimbor look on in complete and utter fascination of the glory that stands within his Forge. They're talking about more rings. Rings for Dwarves and Men.
Rings just like the three Elvish ones you had helped name. You'd been privy to their creation and had overseen the preparations yourself with Halbrand. This Annatar... That is not Halbrand, and he is certainly not someone you'd trust.
Not after Galadriel's warning.
Celebrimbor had not told anyone outside of Galadriel, Elrond and The High King of your origins. What little the two of you could come up with about them. All the five of you are aware of is that you hold a great power with magic that brings the skill of healing and persuasion of any life form, and that you fell to Middle Earth within its vast oceans and found yourself destitute mere miles away from Eregion.
"It's almost like your coming was a sign."
Your visions turn out to be correct, much to your horror. Annatar calls himself Celebrimbor's partner and again urges the need for creation of more rings. It's suspicious. Part of you wonders why he is so insistent upon more rings when just the rings for the Elves has proven to be more then enough.
It saved them from having to leave Middle Earth.
After Annatar's brief disappearance, you find yourself lingering in your chambers with your circlet poised in your hands as you internally fight through all the evidence you have lingering in your head. Celebrimbor doesn't know what to make of it, and neither do you.
That turns out not to be your concern once you see him trudging past your bedroom, muttering to himself in Sindarin as he attempts to massage his shoulder with his hand.
"Celebrimbor?" You call, mindful to call quietly so that his smiths and the staff do not hear you. He always hears you. Always has, always will. "Are you alright?"
His aspect says one thing, but his eyes say another. "There is always tension that builds within the muscles and tendons of the body after working vigorously in the forge. I am just stiff. It is not a concern you need to bother yourself with-"
You raise a brow at his veiled attempt to console you. It doesn't work. Glancing over your shoulder, you quickly follow on his heels to his chambers where you slip inside just before he can shut the door.
He freezes. The two of you are alone. Properly alone.
"This is quite.." You falter in search of the right word. "If anyone knew I was in here, it would arouse suspicion. I can tell you're in pain. We both know that you cannot alleviate that on your own." You pause to interject, "Only if you truly want the help. I would be happy to serve."
Realization dawns in his eyes. Neither of you are properly aware of how close you really are to each other, much less the fact that your hand is pressed against his heart. It flutters under your touch.
He's nervous.
Your creased brow softens when Celebrimbor winces again at the turn of his head, and your eyes focus on his neck. "I am in a great amount of pain," He confesses quietly. It's quite a feat for him to be so willing to be vulnerable with you. Especially when you have yet to see him ask for help from anyone else, including Galadriel or Gil-Galad. "And I would be much appreciative of the help."
Celebrimbor would never admit it out loud, but something swelled within him at the sight of your smile as you rushed back to your chambers to gather the oils you had stored there. He had come to care for you a great deal. That was dangerous. There was too much at stake with his House and his past... A past that he would rather never speak aloud for fear of having to truly relive it.
"You'd be more at least if you lie down," You remark softly, laughing as his eyes snap open in alarm. "The oils only work with skin contact. Are you okay with that?"
It takes him a moment to realize what you're doing: You're both asking for his consent, and you're giving him the opportunity to say no. It's just another thing that draws him to you.
You turn away to grant Celebrimbor a modicum of privacy while you prepare yourself and the oils you brought. By the time you turn around, you nearly drop the vials. You should have assumed he'd have scars. That there would be old burns and far more muscle that he could hide under those robes.
The only piece of clothing he was wearing covered very little.
"Celebrimbor," You whisper. He cannot help the shiver that runs down his body when your fingers come into contact with his spine. It has been centuries since he had last allowed himself to be touched, and to be touched in such an intimate and positive way was foreign. "Are you in pain?"
You already know the answer to this question. He lays down on the bed and tucks his hands under his forehead. There's several moments of silence that pass before you hear him murmur, "I have been in pain for quite a long time, nin tinu. There has only been one thing that alleviates it."
The Sindarin that rolls off his tongue rings clear in your head. My star.
"What eases your pain, My Lord?"
Your oiled fingertips, doused in lavender oil, have just made contact with his shoulders when he answers: "You. It has been you from the moment you entered my gates, and it will be you for however long you remain here, if you wish to remain here in Eregion with me."
You mull over his words as your fingers travel his skin. You mark your touch with firm yet gentle presses against the valleys of his back, dragging your fingers across raised scars that arouse much curiosity within you. Celebrimbor melts into the bed beneath you as he allows himself to absorb a touch he had not realized he craved so deeply for an entire lifetime.
"You have introduced me to such a peace since I have been here. A peace that comes from being in the presence of people who truly care about you, of people who truly want the best for you. That's why you have not told anyone of my heritage. That is why you keep me so close to your side. To protect me." Feeling emboldened, you bend your head to lay a gentle kiss at the space between his shoulder blades. Your ministrations have had their desired effect, because the moment you dig your fingers into where he'd been trying to massage earlier, it elicits a low groan from his chest. "Never has this destitute elf felt such peace as I haven learning how to love from you. I would be honored and privileged to remain in Eregion with you."
He's thankful in that moment that his face is hidden. Celebrimbor grimaces as tears prick the back of his eyes, blurring the sight of the blankets beneath him. He'd never experienced something as trivial as being loved in such a gentle, genuine manner.
"Dorth... nev na nin."
Again it rang clear as day. You were realizing the longer that Celebrimbor spoke in the Sindarin tongue that you were most definitely familiar with it.
He's asking you to stay with him. Permanently.
"Roll onto your back," You whisper. He complies with ease, showing you a stunning shade of hazel in the eyes that look back at you. "I-"
It's right there on the tip of your tongue as fingers stained with lavender oil linger right at the hair on his temples. You know you've loved him for a while. It's not the hesitation in confession, it's in his response.
His lips part of their own accord as you bend your head to press your forehead against his own. You both want to kiss the other, and badly, but this act alone is intimate enough.
"Don't say it. Not yet." His breath fans over your face as he shudders, eyes flickering upward to meet yours through the hair that veils your face. "Just let me..."
Celebrimbor parts your hair to tuck it behind your ear and lifts his head just enough to graze his lips against yours. It's barely a kiss, more the ghost of a kiss then anything, but the way it puts your body at such ease speaks more then a real kiss could've.
You're laughing when you part. He doesn't know why. What Celebrimbor does know is that the stiffness in his muscles is gone, replaced by an inexplicable warmth he's never quite felt before.
The shade of your eyes has been illuminated by a silver the same color of the jewel in your circlet, which is now glowing from where it sits upon your head.
He'll have to question that later.
"Why are you laughing? It's quite inappropriate to laugh in such a circumstance-"
You press your fingers to his lips. Celebrimbor is blushing so hard you're sure that his cheeks will stay that color for the rest of the night.
"If you wanted to get unclothed in front of me to have me touch you, all you had to do was ask."
this idea was WAY too good for my little brain to pass up. I'm gonna keep writing these regardless of what happens to him (I have 2 hurt/comfort fics for Celebrimbor in my drafts... let me know what else you want to see!) and this was born from my desire to hug Celebrimbor and never let go.
this still follows the elf reader for my past fic Ease and is a female reader + the prompt is ''river'' and ''blood'' (which I came up with myself LOL)
LIGHT SPOILERS FOR 2x07 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
His entire being aches down to the very core of his soul. His hands are bloodied, and his cheeks are cut up and bruised, but Celebrimbor cannot help but allow himself this one moment of comfort as Galadriel stands in front of him and cradles his face like he is the most precious thing in this world.
The hearts of his kin were always far bigger than he could comprehend.
"I built this city. My place is here."
Galadriel shook her head. "No," She replied. "Your place is with her, far away from Sauron's influence. I will take The Nine for you. You dare not face him alone."
Like a being straight out of his dreams, Celebrimbor watches you emerge from the darkness of Eregion's ruins with all the desperation of a woman just trying to save the man she loves.
That is the promise you made to him, after all.
It was the one thing he could count on amid the illusion.
"Celebrimbor, my love," You slip your bow over your shoulders and approach him with haste, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him as he leans his weight into the warmth of your embrace. You have been an embodiment of safety and security since Annatar showed up. You had proven to him that despite his misgivings, his pride, and his arrogance, he was worth more than simply the skills he had to offer Middle Earth. "She's right. We have to go. I distracted Annatar enough that he'd be struggling to look for The Nine for a while. We have time to flee the city if we go now."
"Go to Lindon. You will be safe there," Galadriel assures. "Tell them it was I who sent you. I will buy you time."
You don't tell Celebrimbor that you've regained your memory of the spells you grew up learning or how you successfully kept yourself shielded from Sauron's manipulations. You don't tell him that the staff slung across your back is your own either. He will surely find out that you've regained your magical capabilities soon enough.
Your face crumples when you feel his hand come to cradle your jaw and find it slick with blood. His thumb is missing. You feel the weight of him sinking into you further and shifting to accommodate as you turn yourself and Celebrimbor toward Galadriel. She has no argument. The Commander of the Northern Armies simply nods her confirmation and disappears into the shadow and flame.
Celebrimbor's quiet, agonized confession echoes soundlessly in your ears as you lead the way toward the Dwarven tunnel.
"All that loss, all that death... And it all remains on my hands."
You don't have anything to say to him. Bracing your hand against his hip, you lead the Smith you love to the horse at the end of the tunnel and help him into the saddle first. He is barely conscious by the time you sit behind him and gently pull his body into your own so he will sit upright.
A quiet sigh breaks past your lips as you press your chin into his shoulder and allow silent tears to fall. Celebrimbor follows suit, swallowing the knot in his throat as tears fall down the blood on his cheeks.
He can only manage a strangled whisper of, "I love you." before your fingers are pressed against his stomach, murmuring in Quenya under your breath as he falls into unconsciousness.
***
The first thing Celebrimbor feels upon waking is warmth. His entire being is warm. The crackle of a fire echoes beside him as he slowly opens his eyes, greeted with a twilight sky and the gentle hum of a voice somewhere above him as fingers card through his hair.
He feigns sleep for another moment to bask in the moment. It is the first true moment of safety he has felt in weeks.
"Good morning, my love." You murmur. Celebrimbor forces his eyes open again to gaze upon your face and softens. You look the picture of beauty, even with your unkempt hair and ash and blood upon your cheeks. "You've been asleep for two days."
Well. That was mostly true. Sauron's influence had not fully lost its grip until you were well out of Eregion's reach, and in that time, he had attempted to attack you twice and had left bruises on you. You chalked it up to exhaustion and delirium. He would not. Celebrimbor would never forgive himself for it.
"I seem to be a mess," He said quietly. You pressed your hands against his shoulders and slowly helped him to sit up. The forest around you was quiet save for the chatter of creatures and bird song. There was no war to be seen for miles. "And here you are, taking care of me yet again."
"I love you. What happened in Eregion and what Sauron did does not change that." You said firmly. Reaching over him, you produce a bag of fruits and nuts you'd obtained earlier that morning while he slept. "I do however want you to try to eat."
He almost immediately complies, were it not for the shock of seeing his hand healed.
Celebrimbor's eyes snap to you in astonishment as he runs his other hand over where his injured thumb is. He remembered being in agonizing pain, remembered the gentle lull of your voice and the warmth of silver light engulfing him.
It was you.
"You..." His voice falters, leaving you an opportunity to interject if you so wish to. You did not dare. His voice had been taken from him for so long that you would never put him in a position where he could not speak his thoughts and feelings again. "It was mangled when we left Eregion. Bloodied. What did you do?"
You tap your circlet and wiggle your fingers. "I told you I have healing magic. It's just one thing I've remembered how to do." You said. "But I cannot heal weariness. That only comes with time."
Your eyes are fixated on his mouth as his tongue slides across one of the berries before disappearing behind his lips.
The air between you is thick with tension, electrified by your growing desire for him. He knows it. So do you, but you do not wish to overstep, especially when he is in this state. That is what prompts Celebrimbor to motion toward the river and then to his robes.
"I believe we are both in need of a cleansing. I am too weak to do it on my own." He states. Realization flickers behind your eyes as he sets the bag of food aside before gesturing for your hand. "Would you guide me to the river, My Lady?"
How are you supposed to say no when he's looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon in the sky, like you are an emissary sent straight from the Valar themselves, ever the image of true beauty?
Despite knowing you love him and he loves you, he still has such capacity to reduce you into a stuttering mess.
You nod wordlessly and stand to your feet. He's still hesitant to be in the open, as is expected, but there is something about your protection in Celebrimbor's most vulnerable moment that puts him at ease as you two trek the distance to the river.
It only occurs to you upon spotting its banks that this is the first time since you will see him fully unclothed. It's not like the massage when you met. It's more intimate. It's vulnerable.
"My love," Celebrimbor's voice breaks through your reverie as you step into the sand. "I believe I may need help removing these old things. I don't know what use they will be anymore. Can you assist me?"
You don't know why you're hesitating. You love him. He's made it clear he loves you too, and no one else in this world has ever made you feel so safe. He'd taken such good care of you when you arrived in Eregion. Alone and destitute, The Lord of the Elven Smiths had brought you under his wing as you sought out refuge from the world around you. From your lack of memories, from your lack of trust.
And then he'd shown you what pure love looked like. You had been his ever since.
"Lift your arms." You murmur low in his ear. Celebrimbor complies, wincing as the fabric grazes a wound on his side before he finds himself free of the confines of his robes. His underclothes do not fare much better. "I'm sorry, Celebrimbor."
"Whatever for? You are not to blame for this."
"I'm sorry that he inflicted such pain upon you. You have a kind and gracious heart that only wished to fulfill a legacy you feel is an expectation of being from the House of Feanör," You state as you slowly lead him into the water just enough to where it dips beneath your waist. You are still dressed in your own clothes. The armor you'd worn during the Siege has long been discarded. "And I'm sorry he used you as a means to his own end."
"I survived." He replies. You lean outward as his good hand catches your face, seeking out the warmth and comfort of a desired touch as his thumb traces your lips. "You were my only truth amid all the deceit."
You allow him to draw you to him as he bends his head to meet your mouth, sighing softly in response as you press your hands to his chest. It is a sweet and short kiss that conveys nothing short of Celebrimbor's gratitude that you have stood by his side throughout it all.
When you are the first to pull away, you bend down to cup your hands and fill them with water. "It'll be easier for me to wash your hair if you are kneeling. Would you?"
"Of course."
The next few minutes pass in silence as you wash the blood from his hair. The water of the river tinges red as you continue, working your fingers through his curls and deep against his scalp to ensure you have removed all of the dirt and grime that has settled there. He tips his head into your hands, at your total mercy, and allows his eyes to flicker across your aspect as you continue.
"Okay," You remark. "That is your hair. The rest-"
"I would very much like it to be your turn, My Love." He interjects. You raise a brow at his forwardness and laugh as his cheeks tinge pink. "If you'll allow it."
You turn your body toward him and lift your hair to allow him access to the fastenings of your clothing. You are just as bloodied as he is, skin smeared with orc and elf blood as you had spent the majority of your time during the Siege at the front when Elrond had shown up.
A shiver runs down your spine as Celebrimbors fingers graze the curve of your back, loosening each fastening before your shirt is loose and heavy with water. You nod your confirmation and watch it fly back in the direction of the shoreline where his robes sit.
You kneel and peer up at him through your hair. You're so glad he's here. You were so sure that Sauron was going to kill him before you could get back to the Tower.
''Hey, hey. What are these tears for?" He asks, urgency and concern lingering in his tone as he kneels to meet you in the water.
"I thought-" You swallow your fear and screw your eyes shut as your forehead seeks his own. Celebrimbor softens. He's always admired your ability to be vulnerable with him. To let him see your heart in a way no one else ever has. "I thought Sauron was going to kill you. Kill you, make me watch-"
He'd thought the same thing.
Celebrimbor runs his fingers over the bruises on your cheeks before shaking his head. "You and Galadriel made me see reason. You got me out. You took care of me and tended to my wounds. No one else would have been able to break through his influence like you did. And now that we are here?" You open your eyes and sigh as water descends through your hair and down your neck. "Let us be cleansed of Him."
So that's exactly what happens. Minutes feel like hours as you keep him afloat atop the water and help him wash his body of the war you have left behind. Even though Celebrimbor struggles, he does the same to you, cradling you with such a tenderness that it makes your heart ache.
When you are both cleansed, you stop him from returning to the shore with a kiss that takes his breath away. He is only just able to return the kiss with equal fervor when he manages to get your feet out from beneath you and topples you into the water.
Laughter echoes in the air as you sink below the water before you pull yourself back up, flabbergasted that he'd pulled such a move.
Then you see why.
Celebrimbor is smiling.
He may not be as whole as he once was, oh no, but he's still the most beautiful person you know. That soul is so gentle despite all he has endured.
Precious.
"You're staring."
You snap to attention at his remark and grin. You can't help it. "I love you." You reply. His response is immediate: That smile you love so much as he slowly chases you through the water with all the strength you both can muster before you both collapse on the boulder where your clothes are drying.
It is there in the light of the sun with you wrapped in his embrace that he finds the courage to ask the question.
I cannot be stopped. Hurt/comfort is my JAAAMMMMMMMMMMM.
I guess this can technically be read as spoilers for episode 8. read at your own risk!
if any of you know billy joel you will automatically guess the song I used because somehow since I watched the finale it is ALL THAT PLAYS IN MY HEAD!!!!!!!!
tags: @ladyoflindon
the same elf reader of wash away the blood and ease - if you guys want to see more, I may take a few requests for Celebrimbor only over the weekend!
That evening, the stars and the silence are his only company. Annatar has had him working mercilessly on the completion of The Rings, much to your dismay. You are the only one coming to Celebrimbor's defense as his mind continues to betray him. His voice has been taken by The Lord of Gifts.
You, however, are content to remind him that you are there to be his defense.
He cannot help the exhaustion that overwhelms him as night fully falls. All the other smiths are asleep, including you, and Celebrimbor has never been one who enjoyed his solitude. It is worse when he feels as if Annatar is lurking around every corner like a viper waiting to strike at its prey.
He is alone. He is alone, defenseless, and desperately in need of sleep and sustenance.
Celebrimbor cannot ignore the lure of sleep as his head slumps forward to come and rest against his desk.
The dreams are worse than his reality.
***
The night is dark and full of terror. You, along with many of the remaining Elves from the Siege of Eregion, are forced to your knees in what remains of Eregion's courtyard.
There are bodies everywhere. Fire encompasses much of what remains of the ruins, and you are on the precipice of losing the only home you have ever known.
Your hope is truly lost when you see what Annatar has done to the man you love.
A scream builds itself inside the back of your throat as you see Sauron march Celebrimbor out of the tower. The supposed Lord of Gifts holds your husband's robes in one hand, a pole suspended in the other as he throws Celebrimbor to the ground in front of you. You are only mere feet apart.
There are so many words that can be exchanged in those moments. You want to hold him, for him to hold you, to shelter one another from the cruelties you both have endured.
Annatar has a bow slung over his shoulder and is coming closer to you than you want him to. His presence makes you angered for all the things he has done since he came here, the pain he has caused, and the dissension he wrought upon your people.
Two of the Uruk have you pinned to the ground, your arms painfully pressed to your sides as you struggle to reach Celebrimbor.
One singular arrow fires. The whimper bubbles in your throat as it impacts Celebrimbors shoulder. There's so much blood on him that you almost cannot see his skin. The smell is in the air, tangible on your tongue, and the very thought that it is all his makes you want to retch.
Those eyes are as gentle as ever.
"All will be well, my love."
You can barely hear the sound of Celebrimbor's cries as Sauron wrenches your head upward and grips your chin with a bruising grasp. "I know that of your heart's desire. For someone so powerful, it proves to be your greatest weakness." He said. "And now you will watch as I take him from you."
He fires another arrow.
Celebrimbor thrashes awake at his desk with the sounds of your screams lingering in his ears. He has to run his hands across his chest numerous times to ensure there are no lingering wounds from arrows, and that there is no blood staining his robes. All he feels is soft fabric and warmth from his own skin.
It is not enough to quell the fear.
"That will not do," Celebrimbor whispers as he scrambles to his feet and out of The Forge. These steps that follow have been memorized out of many nights of sheer desperation and longing for respite found often in you. "Need to find... has to be safe..."
Your chambers have been one of the only places within his tower that he has felt truly safe since The Lord of Gifts has arrived. You have forced him to sleep on numerous occasions since the beginning of forging The Nine, and Celebrimbor has found himself stumbling to find you on numerous occasions out of sheer desperation.
His quiet confessions are always piercing. You are the only soul that ever hears them.
"I am afraid, My Love. I cannot sleep when I am so.."
You never question him. You take him into your bed and he curls against you, back to chest, and lets himself fall asleep to the lull of your voice as you sing.
Celebrimbor hates that it has been you comforting him so often. He wonders when the time will come for you to be the one comforted, but he also believes you are a gift sent from the Valar in his most dire time of need.
He shakes his head roughly and steps inside your room. There is no time for such thoughts. His heartbeat is pounding so wildly in his ears that he barely hears his own call of your name as he stumbles toward the bed.
You are the very picture of peace. The sight alone comforts him. He so rarely has had nightmares bad enough to wake you up, but Celebrimbor is not sure he can deal with the effects of this one on his own.
Tender fingers graze your cheek as he shakily settles on the bed. You hum lowly in your sleep, seeking out the familiar warmth of his touch as you lean into him. It is only upon feeling his shaking hand at your hip that you stir enough to open your eyes and peer up at him.
He freezes, shame flooding his body as he averts your gaze. "Celebrimbor," You whisper. Celebrimbor does not dare to turn his head to you. His aversion is what prompts you to sleepily prop yourself up on an elbow and use your free hand to cup his jaw and turn him toward you. "My Love? Come to bed. The Rings will be there in the morning.''
Celebrimbor's eyes flutter closed. You seem to be waiting for some type of explanation, and he owes you one.
"I-" He swallows the knot in his throat and exhales softly. "I fell asleep at my desk."
"As you usually do." You tease softly. You tip your head downward and kiss his wrist.
"I fear I am to the point where I do not know what are dreams and what are real." The mere fact that he is divulging this is what wakes you up further. You shift your body in the bed so you are sitting upright, parting your legs to wrap them around his waist where he sits in the bed with his own body poised toward the door as if he would even attempt to flee. "I only wish for the peace of sleep. Sleep, in here, with you."
The silent words of away from him linger in the air as you link your fingers together where they rest on his stomach. When the two of you sit this way, you can feel each individual breath, the pounding of his heart, and the sweatiness of trembling hands that so tightly clutch your own.
The foundations of an idea are building in your head when you suddenly find yourself lowered onto your back on the bed. You know that look in his eyes when you see it; A longing rooted deeply in fear and shame over what Annatar has done to him, a desperation in needing to forget what has been done to him and because of him.
"You are struggling to discern that which is real?" You ask. Celebrimbor does not respond as he towers over you, caging your body in with his own as you submit to him. You know he needs this, so you will give it to him. You would give all of yourself to him if it brought him peace. "I will remind you."
You lay your hands on either side of your head facing upward.
"When I first came to Eregion, you took these hands into your own and led me through the city while giving me its history. History you were present for in a city you saw built from the very foundations. You took me back to the healers that night. When I was too fearful to let another touch me, you took care of me with these hands. Was that real?"
The memory sits clearly in his mind underneath the fog that has gathered there. He struggles to grasp onto it, to feel the weight of that memory until he can link his fingers with yours where they lay on the bed.
"That was real," He whispers into the dark. "I was fascinated by you. You were something new. Something new that needed protecting... and I felt that only I could give that to you in a way you needed."
You angle your head upward to press your lips to his forehead in such a tender kiss it sends a shiver down his spine. His breath fans against your face, mingling with your own as he anchors onto you.
You continue, "Not long after we met, I came to you in confidence about a group of male elves who had been harassing me for getting too close to their Lord. Two of them tried to advance. You did not let them. I was fairly shaken as that is the first time I can recall that happening, and you boldly stepped out to kiss my forehead and assure me all would be well and no harm would come to me again. Was that real?"
Celebrimbor knows that one well too. The reality of his memories with you is enough to permeate the darkness of his illusions fabricated by Sauron. The longer he grasps them, the calmer he feels, and the more he relaxes.
"That was real." Celebrimbor pauses to consider his next words as you peer up at him in equal parts fascination and awe. He will never quite comprehend the magnitude of how you look at him. "I have never felt devoted to anyone outside of my own kin."
Your eyes drag downward to settle upon his mouth for just long enough that he notices. Celebrimbor presses his knee into the natural part of your thighs and bends his head to meet your lips halfway.
That is the difference. That is what is real. So much of his waking hours as of late have been plagued by a bone-chilling cold. It is the warmth of your mouth against his own and the little sounds breaking at the back of your throat that remind him of what's truly important: Better than any amount of power or legacy he could ever dream of having.
You.
You pull away just enough to tilt your head and press a kiss upon whatever skin you can reach. "The first time you kissed me was on your balcony," You whisper in his ear, soft and warm as you nuzzle where his jaw meets his neck. "We were both terribly nervous. I did not want to ruin what I had built with you, and you..."
"I did not wish to impose upon you if you chose to leave."
"Do you remember what I said?" You ask.
Celebrimbor closes his eyes. He can recall that night so clearly. It's the first time he confidently remembers the depth of how much he knew he'd come to love you.
There you stood, back to him as you peered out over the city and all its inhabitants. You had never thought it possible to come to love a place so much. After being alone for so long and having little to lose, everything you'd ever wanted remained right at your fingertips for the taking.
Except him. He's the only thing you want you are too fearful to take.
"It's cold out here," Celebrimbor murmured lowly as he settled a deep green cloak around your shoulders. You sighed and settled your cup on the railing, turning to wrap your arms around his waist and hide your face in his shoulder. He can feel the warmth of your breath against his skin and the drum of your fingers against his back. You are everywhere, and yet, you are not where he wants you. Not yet. "Are you alright, darling?"
"I fear I have a confession that may or may not ruin what we have built here," You motion between the two of you. "With you and I. I do not wish to run you off."
Celebrimbor's aspect softens as he pulls you away from him just enough to gaze upon your face with all of its questioning and fear lingering just behind your eyes. "There is nothing you could do that would run me off," He whispers. "I have dwelt too much within my own fear and pasts of wrongdoings to be easily frightened now, darling."
He was nervous, sure, but frightened? No. He'd never been more sure of something than he was when Celebrimbor slowly lowered his head to claim your mouth with his own. You gasped softly into his mouth and anchored yourself to him by grasping his robes, pulling him as physically close as possible until you could feel him pressed against you.
"You chose me in a time I thought I would be alone forever," The words spill past your lips as he cradles your jaw and tenderly runs his thumbs over your cheeks. "But I will promise to you for all our eternity that I will choose you. Now, then, in every lifetime."
"You spoke of choosing me in every lifetime," Celebrimbor reminds you, lifting one of your linked hands to lay a kiss upon your knuckles. "And I will say the same to you for as long as you continue to have me."
You smile softly. Most often times silence would convey disagreement, but he knows simply by looking at you that there is no deceit or malice hidden there. Your smile is an assurance of his own words. No matter what Annatar does to him, you will be there, and you will choose him.
Celebrimbor unlinks your hands beside your head, feeling properly calm for the first time in days, and slowly turns to sink into the bed. You are quick to wrap your arms around him and press your face into his shoulder as he moves backward to press his back to your chest.
Relief floods him. The panic and fear that brought Celebrimbor in here has died down to a quiet thrum in the back of his head. It will surely rear its ugly head again later when Annatar comes seeking him out in the morning.
For now, in the darkness of the night, he will allow himself this one reprieve.
"You always seem to fall asleep easier to song," You murmur lowly in his ear, trailing your fingers up and down his side as you speak. He can tell you're not too far away from falling asleep again too. "I want you to tell me. What do need from me?"
It's a foreign thing for Celebrimbor to be asked now. It's so often, "What you can do for me." instead of, "What do you need from me?" He's a means to an end. A tool. A pawn for Annatar in whatever game is playing, a piece to be moved about the board.
Celebrimbor's words knot in his throat. He knows what he needs, but he cannot speak it.
Thankfully you seem to already know the answer. Raising your hand to his head, your voice softly begins to sing in his ear as he drifts between wakefulness and slumber.
"Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes... And save these questions for another day.... I think I know what you've been asking me... I think you know what I've been trying to say...."
His body gradually grows more lax in your hold as you continue, "I promised I would never leave you... and you should always know..... wherever you may go, no matter where you are.. I never will be far away...."
A single tear falls to stain his robes. You hate that he is in so much pain. You hate that you can do little but be his shield, forced to step between him and Annatar for fear that this charade of creating the Rings will be his downfall.
You will not let that happen. If covering Celebrimbor in love is enough to ease that pain, to quell that fear, then you will do it. His needs far outweigh your own.
"Goodnight my angel now it's time to dream.... and dream how wonderful our life will be...." Your voice breaks as you hold him tighter, keenly aware Celebrimbor has fallen asleep in your embrace and can no longer consciously hear you.
You do not finish the song. You simply allow yourself to feel the weight of him in your arms, the depths of each breath beneath your palm, and remember that you have tonight. He will be gone by the time you awake.
"I love you," You breathe. He does not hear your confession: The first time such words have fallen into the open. "And I will remind you of it again and again even if it is to be the only truth amidst all of the deceit."
You do not realize that he is only on the precipice of sleep and has heard your every word enough to hesitantly whisper, "I love you too, my love." before sleep claims you both with the stars and the silence as your company.
a/n: me, suddenly realising I have a daddy kink 🫠 no use of the word daddy in this fic though. I’ll only use the kink when specified by the ask, since I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea.
18+, NSFW content below cut, minors DNI.
Pierro towers above you as you sit in his lap. He ignores you whilst he work at his desk, despite you whining needily and grinding against him, begging for his attention. Instead he just keeps his arm stretched around you to fill out his paperwork.
“Sort yourself out.” He says impassively, his attention locked onto the sheets of paper before him. He could leave his paperwork until later, but it was far more fun winding you up and making you beg to be fucked.
But to his surprise you make a whiny grumble and do just as he said, pushing away so you can remove your constricting clothing.
His icy blue Khaenri'ah eyes briefly scan over your figure. His says nothing, but his lips twitch up and he breathes a quiet laugh. He only needs to give you his permission and you’re reaching for his belt, unbuckling it, removing it and purposefully leaving it on the desk, next to his paperwork.
You pump his cock a few times, he’s already hard, the tip wet with precum from your dry humping and whiny words for him. Yet he remains cool and collected, ignoring you completely.
You bite your cheek and pout grumpily, turning around you face toward his desk as you decide on taking his cock reverse cowgirl.
“Aah..” You gasp breathlessly, wasting no time as you stretch yourself open with your fingers and slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You quiver at the delightful feeling of being stretched by his thick, lengthy cock. His large girth stretches your slick, desperate hole wide.
“Mm..” you keep moaning unashamedly, taking him completely. His cock bulges inside you, causing your stomach to ache pleasurably as you run your hand over the swollen area. The feeling of being so impossibly full scatters your thoughts every time, your mind instantly dumb for nothing other than the thick cock buried deep inside you.
You reach up to grab his upper arms for support, but he’s quicker as he leans his head down to whisper a firm “No.” in your ear. You’d cause his hand to slip whilst he writes after all and he can’t have that. Not while he’s very busy.
With a pout, you grip the arms of his chair instead. Using them for support as you push yourself up and then thrust back down against him. You start slow so your body can adjust to his fat cock.
“Haa..” you moan with each bounce, taken by the blissful feeling. You let the back of your head rest against his shoulder, your lips parted as gasps escape your lungs each time you take him to the hilt.
Your needy body is quick to burn with pleasure, your orgasm building embarrassingly fast.
“Already?” He says gruffly. “It’s only been a few minutes.” He snorts a laugh, your quivering body and shaky moans giving you away. He always teases you for this, teases you for how much you desire him.
“Pierro..” you whine beautiful in his lap, never missing a beat as you bounce on his cock. “Please..” you keep begging for him to touch you, to let you spill over the edge whilst your lips are together.
“Have you already forgotten what I told you, kitten?” He teases his teeth over the sensitive rim of your ear. A shiver runs through your body at the sensation. “Do it yourself.” He grins against you, then returns his gaze back to his work.
“Mmn.. but..” you want to keep begging, but you know it’s no use. He always gets the final say, you’ll just have to obey is orders like always. You push your shaky body on, thrusting your behind down against him quickly. Using his cock to draw yourself closer and close to release.
“Ah!” You cry out desperately, your body shakes with pleasure as you cum with him buried to the hilt. Your ass flat against his lap as you tilt your head back and moan his name beautifully. Your desire drips between your thigh, soaking his expensive trousers.
“See? You’re more than capable of helping yourself.” He says, bemused at your quivering self and how your eyes are still glazed over with wanton desire.
“Now.. it’s time for me to use you.” He chuckles deeply, and pushes you off his lap and flat against the desk.
“Ah-!” You gasp in shock as he immediately thrusts back in side you, easily gliding into your wet, sloppy hole.
He traps your hips against the edge of the desk and presses down between your shoulder blades, pinning you in place. He then reaches for his belt that you had so conveniently left on the desk for him.
“I can spare a few hours for you now, kitten.” He suppresses a laugh as he takes your small wrists in his large hands and binds them together with the belt.
He holds your bound wrists with one hand and tucks the other under your jaw, tilting your head right back. You bite your lip as you look up at his face, his own lips turned up into a devious grin.
You part your lips for him, the tip of your tongue poking out as you silently beg for him to kiss you. Fortunately for you he doesn’t hesitate, capturing your lips in a kiss that is anything but gentle.
His tongue seeking yours, deepening the kiss as he steals your moans before they have a chance to escape.
He continues to overwhelm your senses, his lips and tongue were either devouring your mouth or teasing your neck. Alternating between sucking and biting, marking your delicate skin with hickeys.
They’ll remain there for weeks, and even when they do fade he’ll just mark you up again. Can’t have anyone doubting his ownership over you.
Meanwhile his cock continues to stretch you wide and hit deep inside you with each hard thrust, endlessly seeking your wet, hot core.
It’ll be a long while before his ravenous lust for you calms down, and by then you’ll have been filled up again and again. Your stomach bulging with his seed, the excessive amount of cum leaking down your thighs and staining the floor around your feet.
You know you can never be with anyone else, not that you would want to, because no one else could ever come close to satisfying your needs like he did.
He doesn’t desire anyone else either, no one fits around his cock as well as you do. Plus, he simply adores the look of pure ecstasy on your face every time he’s finished emptying himself inside you.
a/n: i really need to start writing some soft romantic smut again but.. harbringers.. they bring out the worst in me and you’re all sending in the dirtiest thirst to keep me thirsty afffff 😩
Synopsis: Growing up an orphan in Zaun, you were never taught how to read or write which is ironic for someone employed at the Academy. You’ve gotten by for months now without any mishaps until Professor Heimerdinger assigns you to work for the Hextech scientists.
Warnings: a pinch of negative self thoughts, mentions of a blowjob, mildly heated makeout sesh
Word Count: 4k
A/N: Huge thank you to @silkygal2210 for the love note idea, I could not for the life of me figure out how to end this fic and she helped me come up with the perfect idea! This is barely proofread so any feedback is well appreciated or if you see a mistake let me know just please don’t be mean. Enjoy!
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Growing up an orphan in Zaun left you with more concerning things to worry about than learning how to read and write. You had left Zaun for Piltover months ago and were trying to make an honest living with topsiders no matter how hard it was to ignore the habits of your upbringing. At the very least, you don’t have to worry about fighting for your life and committing crimes to survive anymore.
After meeting Professor Heimerdinger in a market by helping him find an obscure piece of machinery for an experiment, he offered you a job as an assistant for his students at the Academy. You were smart, but there’s no way someone like you could’ve made it into the Academy. Unfortunately, now that you were no longer a child, it was far too embarrassing to have to ask someone to teach you how to read and write, especially a topsider working at the Academy… where smart people work.
Somehow, you’ve been able to make it quite far without needing those skills. Being able to understand directions and familiar symbols made it easy for you to follow orders and tasks given to you by the people you were assigned to work under at the academy.
Your most recent assignment has been helping Viktor and Jayce with their Hextech research. You’d spent the past few weeks picking up parts, delivering messages, and even getting lunch a few times for the two Hextech scientists, Gods know they wouldn’t get it themselves if you didn’t do it for them. You had been breezing by with the tasks they had given you so far, until Viktor asked you to take a look at his research one evening.
Jayce had gone home for the night seeing as it was well past dinner time at this point but, in typical Viktor fashion, he was still working away diligently at his desk.
A Pleasure to Have in Class | Nanami Kento x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Teacher Nanami Kento, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Classroom Sex, Desk Sex
Word Count: 6.1K
Summary: You and your son's hot new teacher give a whole new meaning to "parent/teacher conference".
Part One of the Pleasure series.
Originally posted on AO3
You rushed towards the building as quickly as your pumps would allow, and you waved down a faculty member who was exiting, signaling them to hold the door lest you be locked out. A work meeting of yours had lasted longer than anticipated, and you now found yourself hurrying through the halls of the school to catch your son’s teacher for the last parent/teacher conference of the day.
Your frantic search drew to a close when you finally located your son’s classroom – the door was slightly ajar, but regardless, you knocked on the doorframe twice to announce your arrival.
“Good evening, Mr. Nanami,” you said, stepping into the classroom and shutting the door behind you. “I’m sorry for running late – absolutely hectic day at the office! I’m Yuji’s mother.”
Yuji’s teacher, Mr. Nanami, put down the stack of papers he had been grading and stood up from his seat to greet you, taking your hand in his to give you a firm shake. His large hand enveloped your own, and the rolled-up sleeves of his sapphire blue button-down shirt showed off his impressive, veiny forearms.
You had heard whispers amongst the other PTA moms about how attractive the new teacher was, but their gossiping did not do the man justice. Simply put, Mr. Nanami was hot – and not just your run-of-the-mill kind of hot, but absolutely mouthwatering.
His cheekbones and jawline looked as if they had been expertly carved from marble, and the aura he exuded was one of confidence. He seemed like a serious man who had his shit together, and that only added to his appeal.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said in his rich, baritone voice. “No need to apologize – from what your son has told me, it seems like your position is quite demanding.”
“I appreciate you being so understanding,” you replied, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. “My son tells me you’re his favorite teacher, so I’m very happy to finally meet the man he looks up to so much. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Mr. Nanami.”
For the next half hour or so, Mr. Nanami updated you on Yuji’s performance in class, going over areas in which he excelled, and areas of opportunity. You were entranced by the manner in which he spoke. He was incredibly eloquent and articulate, and his words made it perfectly clear that he loved his job.
He went into detail about some of the topics Yuji struggled with, and had an answer for every one of your questions, demonstrating that he had given a lot of thought as to how to help your son succeed. For every challenge, Mr. Nanami presented you with a well-thought-out performance improvement plan, and it became increasingly clear why your son loved him so much.
Underneath his stoic exterior, Mr. Nanami was a kind man who cared deeply about his students, and you found your attraction to him grow the more he spoke.
“Yuji is an absolute pleasure to have in class,” he said, drawing your attention back to the conversation at hand. His eyes seemed to narrow and darken as he eyed you. “And now that I’m getting the chance to speak to you, I can see why – he must get his charm from you.”
You raised a brow. Perhaps you were reading too much into his tone, but that didn’t seem like the kind of thing one would just say to a parent during a parent/teacher conference.
Mr. Nanami ran a hand through his blond locks, and you blatantly observed the way his biceps flexed when he raised his arm. He was naturally alluring, and it had been ages since the last time you had felt this attracted to a man, so it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the ache between your legs.
“I must say, Mr. Nanami, I can see why Yuji speaks so highly of you,” you said. You leaned forward, placed your elbows on his desk, and rested your chin atop your interlaced fingers. “I’m glad he has a man like you to look up to.”
“Well, you’ve raised a wonderful young man, Mrs. Itadori-”
“Miss Itadori,” you said. You flashed him your left hand, showing off your bare ring finger, and smiled. “I never married.”
“Miss Itadori, then.”
“And what about you Mr. Nanami?” you asked, quirking a brow. “Any children?”
“No, no children.”
“Married?”
“No,” he replied. You hummed.
“Really? That’s quite a surprise,” you said. You leaned back into your seat and crossed your legs, causing your skirt to ride up and flash a bit of thigh, the only thing shielding the view of your bare leg being the skin toned pantyhose you were wearing. “I envy the woman who will be lucky enough to snatch you up.”
“What do you mean?” he asked. You smiled at him before biting down on your bottom lip. He was totally oblivious to your flirting – he was so cute.
“Well, you’re obviously great with kids, so you would make a wonderful father, and you have a good head on your shoulders – I find that hard to come by nowadays, especially from a man. Frankly, I find it hard to believe that you’re still on the market.”
A soft shade of pink dusted Nanami’s cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle. You didn’t think it would be so easy to get a man as levelheaded as he is so flustered. He tore his gaze from you and loosened his tie as he cleared his throat.
“I appreciate the compliment, Miss Itadori.”
“You know, Mr. Nanami,” you cooed. You stood up from your chair and sat on the edge of his desk before leaning in to reach for his tie. You gently tugged on it, a wordless suggestion that he lean in closer, and he obliged. Nanami’s face was mere inches away from yours, and you could hear his breath hitch as you began to close the distance between the two of you. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for my son.”
“Miss Itadori, I-I don’t think this is appropriate,” he choked out. You sighed and released your hold on his tie, allowing him to sink back into his seat.
“You’re right – I apologize.” You stood from the desk and smoothed out your skirt, disappointed by the turn of events. “I should head out. I’m sorry this ran so late – I’m almost certain we’re the last ones in the building and I’m sure you’re eager to get out of here after such a long day.”
You started to reach for your coat and bag when you heard Nanami’s chair roll away as he stood up abruptly.
“Miss Itadori – please don’t take my reaction as an insult. This may be improper of me to say, but you’re a beautiful woman and under different circumstances…” Nanami trailed off, and you eyed him curiously as he walked around his desk to stand in front of you. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the innocent gesture a clear sign as to how awkward he felt in that moment. “Yuji is fortunate to have a mother like you who cares so deeply for his success, but please don’t feel obligated to repay me in any way. I’m just doing my job.”
You blinked, bemused, and brought your hand up to your mouth as you laughed.
“Mr. Nanami,” you said, walking towards him until he was within arm’s reach. “I can assure you that I wasn’t flirting with you to… compensate you for your efforts. I was doing so for purely selfish reasons.”
“…ah.”
God, he was cute – he really didn’t get it, did he?
You reached out to fix his tie and allowed your fingers to travel downwards so that your palms rested on his chest, and you were pleasantly surprised by the firmness of his pectorals. What kind of teacher was built like this?
His heartrate raced beneath your touch and you stood on your toes to whisper into his ear.
“You are a very handsome man, Mr. Nanami, and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.” His hands found purchase on your waist, and he steadied you as you lowered yourself back down. “But I understand that you don’t think this is the time nor place for my advances – you have to maintain your professionalism, of course.”
“Miss Itadori…”
You backed away from him and grabbed your purse.
“Under different circumstances, right?” you asked, shooting him a coquettish smile as you repeated his words. “Well, have a good night – and thank you for taking such good care of my son.”
You turned towards the door to make your exit but stopped short when you felt Nanami’s hand wrap around your bicep.
“Wait,” he began. You tilted your head to the side, confused by his actions, and your skin prickled with excitement as his hand released your arm to trace a line up to your cheek. “I apologize if this is too forward but -”
“Mr. Nanami,” you interrupted. You closed the distance between your bodies so your chest was flush against his. “I think I’ve made it perfectly clear that I find you to be sinfully attractive so, please, don’t worry about being too forward because I can assure y-”
It was Nanami’s turn to interrupt you as he brought one of his hands to the back of your head, and crashed his lips against yours. Your arms snaked their way around his neck, and Nanami’s free hand gripped your side, with his thumb brushing the spot just below your breast.
His hands roamed across your body, running the pads of his fingers down the length of your spine and leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he made contact, while you tangled your fingers in locks, disheveling his once perfectly coiffed hair. A firm grope of your ass caused you to gasp out in surprise, and Nanami took advantage of that moment to deepen the kiss, inserting his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed you towards the edge of his desk.
You pulled away for a moment and admired the flushed look of Nanami’s cheeks as the two of you regulated your heavy breathing. It felt as if the temperature of the room had skyrocketed, and your racing heartbeat thrummed in your eardrums, sending pulsations throughout your whole body – including your now wet cunt. All this and you had only kissed the man.
Nanami pressed his forehead against yours as his breaths became steady, and his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered to you.
“Is this alright?” he asked. You titled your head up a fraction of an inch to touch your lips to his and breathed out your affirmation.
“More than alright.”
Taking your words as a sign to keep going, Nanami lifted you up just high enough to seat you on top of his desk and pressed his thigh in between your legs, coaxing a moan out of you. Your damp panties did little to shield your cunt from the rough material of his slacks, and your hips moved of their own accord, grinding down on his thigh and soaking through his pants.
“God,” he hissed in between kisses. “I can already feel how wet you are.”
You merely hummed in response as you started to undo his tie, tossing it aside to God knows where before working on unbuttoning his shirt. Nanami mirrored your actions with urgency and before you had a chance to pull his shirt off of him, he had already rid you of your blouse. His hands immediately found for your tits, and he kneaded them over your lacy, black bra. You groaned into his mouth, spurring him on, and allowed your hands to explore the solid planes of his chest and abdomen. Nanami’s muscles tensed under your touch, and you could feel his quad flex between your legs as you continued to rock yourself against his leg.
Nanami’s mouth parted from yours, leaving you disappointed for only a fraction of a second before his lips started to make their way down your neck. He lightly nipped at your skin, following up with hot, wet kisses to soothe the spots that he had undoubtedly bruised. He brought a hand behind your back and deftly unhooked your bra, separating from you just long enough for you to slip it off before he went back to his ministrations.
You leaned back on the desk to allow him better access to your bare chest, and groaned uncomfortably when you felt something digging into your back. Sensing your discomfort, Nanami swiped his arm across his desk, sending its contents crashing towards the floor. The sound of a mug shattering rang in your ears, but Nanami paid no mind to it, preferring to focus on the task at hand.
Nanami gently pushed you down so you lay flat across his desk, and you moaned with pleasure as one of his hands was replaced by his mouth sucking on your tit. He kissed and licked around your nipple, leaving yet another bitemark on the swell of your breast.
He swiped his tongue across the valley of your breasts as he began to rub one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger. His mouth travelled to your other nipple and you moaned when he began to lightly flick it with his tongue.
You were absolutely breathless, and the only thing on your mind was the nonstop throbbing of your cunt as it rubbed against Nanami’s abdominals and clenched around nothing – your pussy was begging to be filled.
“Fuck,” you moaned. “I need you inside of me.”
“Patience is a virtue, Miss Itadori” Nanami whispered against your skin, switching his mouth over to your other nipple. The hand that had been previously groping at you slid down your side, tracing the contours of your body as he made his way to the zipper of your skirt. You tugged on Nanami’s hair, pulling him up so that his mouth met yours once again. The only sounds filling the room were those of your lips smacking together and the sound of Nanami pulling your zipper down at a torturously slow pace.
Nanami stepped back so that he could fully remove your skirt and you took the brief reprieve from his kisses to admire his flawlessly toned torso. You had suspected that he was built like an Adonis when you saw the way his muscles bulged under his shirt, but now that you had a perfect view of his bare torso, you reflexively licked your lips.
You longed to have your mouth on every single one of the bumps and curves of his body. You wanted to feel his firm chest pressed up against yours. You wanted his rough hands to explore every inch of your skin. You wanted to feel his lips on your plush inner thighs.
Even under the harsh lighting of the fluorescent bulbs overhead, Nanami Kento was, without a doubt, the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on.
Nanami got down onto his knees and you squealed with surprise and delight when he hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the desk so that you could feel his hot breath on your clothed wet cunt.
He had neglected to remove your pantyhose when he rid you of your skirt, but you realized that that had been intentional when Nanami pinched the translucent material, pulled on it, and let it snap back into place against your inner thigh. He was toying with you, and it was driving you crazy.
As if reading your mind, Nanami placed a kiss on your cunt, and dug his nails into your pantyhose to rip a giant hole to expose your crotch. He swiped his tongue over your panties and you whimpered with anticipation as you felt his fingers walk their way over to the lace so he could shove them aside.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he dove in between your legs, burying his face in your folds and rubbing at your clit with his pointed nose while his tongue dipped inside of you.
“Oh god – oh god,” you moaned.
Nanami ate you out with unmatched fervor as if you were the only meal he had had in weeks – a meal he just couldn’t get enough of – and he hummed into your pussy with satisfaction as your slick coated his tongue.
His fingers dug into your thighs to keep you steady in place as your hips bucked upwards almost involuntarily. Your entire body was wracked by your heavy breathing, and the lewd sounds of Nanami sucking on your clit were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your moaning.
Your hands futilely groped around the desk, desperately searching for something – anything – to grab onto. Unable to find an anchor, your hands ultimately found purchase in Nanami’s tousled locks. You almost didn’t think he could get any closer to you, but when you pressed his head into your pussy, he proved you wrong as his tongue reached a spot even deeper within your cunt.
“You taste amazing,” he breathed, and you found yourself whimpering yet again when he removed his tongue to speak, desperate for more stimulation. You pushed his head back to its rightful place in between your legs, and let out a shrill moan when his tongue was replaced by two of his long, thick fingers delving into your sopping wet cunt. They slid in with ease, thanks to his spit and the juices of your arousal, and the loud squelching of him pumping his fingers in and out of you was, by far, the most lascivious thing you had ever heard.
Your moans grew more and more distressed as you neared your first orgasm. The way Nanami worked at your clit with his tongue made it seem like the two of you had done this thousands of times. He was a fast learner, and quickly picked up on all of your cues indicating whenever you really liked what he was doing. He expertly flicked at the nub with the tip of his tongue, and his skillful, deliberate movements had you seeing stars.
He curled his fingers within you, pressing into a sensitive spot in your cunt at the same time he swiped his tongue over your clit. It elicited a long, squealing moan from your lips, and your grip on his hair tightened as your toes curled.
“Yes, yes, oh god, just like that,” you panted. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close!”
You dared to peer down at Nanami working at your pussy, and the sight alone of him in between your legs almost sent you careening over the edge.
It wasn’t until he peeked up at you through his long lashes with his tongue still deep in your cunt, that the wave of euphoria crashed over you, and you screamed out his name as you found your release. Nanami kept you pressed tightly against his mouth and drank up your essence – eager to have you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.
You could’ve sworn you blacked out for a moment – you had never had an orgasm quite like that.
You released his locks and dropped back onto the desk with one of your arms flying to cover your eyes and protect them from the ceiling lamps. Your legs may have been shaking like leaves in a hurricane, and your breathing may have been irregular, but you had never, ever felt this good.
If he was able to make you cum like that with just his tongue and his fingers, you couldn’t wait to have his cock inside of you.
Nanami took the opportunity to rid you completely of your defiled pantyhose and underwear before getting up from his spot on the floor and wiping your remaining juices from his face with one of his clean fingers. He stared you dead in the eyes as he sucked all of his digits clean and you bit down on your lip lustfully.
You wanted to do unspeakable things to this man.
But, for now, your focus was on making him feel as good as he had made you feel.
Despite your still-trembling limbs, you propped yourself up and managed to stand before him to thank him with a sloppy kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned into the kiss as he pulled your naked body close against him. You could feel the hardness of his erection begging to be released from the confines of his slacks and you were more than eager to help him take care of that.
“Was that okay?” he asked. You gawked at him before pulling him in for another kiss.
“Was that, okay? You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my entire life and you’re asking me if that was okay?” you laughed. “That was more than okay – and I would love to thank you properly.”
“No thanks necessary – I might have enjoyed that even more than you did.”
Your pussy throbbed at his words, and you palmed at the prominent bulge in his pants. He bit down on his tongue to stifle a moan and you tutted at him, rubbing your palm against him in a circular motion and leaning into his ear.
“I want to hear you, Mr. Nanami,” you whispered. “Now be a good boy and have a seat for me.”
You could hear him gulp expectantly as he followed orders and took a seat in his desk chair. You planted your palms on his thighs and ran your hands all over them, teasingly brushing over his erection.
You could feel the corded muscles of his quads flex as you used them to help you lower yourself into a kneeling position in front of him, but before you reached the ground, he stopped you.
“Wait,” he said. You eyed him curiously as he pulled his arms free of his sleeves and removed his button-down shirt. He folded it up and placed it on the ground, right where your knees were set to land. “I want you to be comfortable.”
You had known this man all of one hour, but you could already confidently say that he was perfect.
He spread his legs out wide enough so that you can squeeze yourself in between them, and you leisurely dragged your index finger from his sternum down to the trail of blond hairs directly below his navel. You lightly scratched his skin with your manicured nail, and drew a loaded sigh from Nanami’s lips.
His belt was unbuckled in a matter of seconds, and you could hear the creaking of leather as he gripped onto the arms of his chair, clearly growing excited by the prospect you taking him into your mouth. Next came the button of slacks, followed by the zipper which you pulled down slowly, teasing him just as he had teased you before.
Nanami lifted his hips for you to be able to pull down his pants and boxer briefs, and you couldn’t help but moan when his cock sprung free.
“Jesus Christ,” you breathed.
To say he had a nice cock would be an understatement. It was longer than most of the ones you had seen, and definitely girthier. Most impressive of all was how big his balls were, and you couldn’t wait to feel them slap against your pussy when he inevitably fucked you on his desk.
Precum glistened on the tip of his cock, and you carefully wrapped one of your hands around his length, using the pad of your thumb to spread his precum all over the head. Nanami shuddered and you experimentally swirled your tongue around his swollen tip. He hissed at your actions, and what you wanted more than anything was to hear more of those sweet sounds come out of him.
You allowed saliva to pool in your mouth, and stared up at him as you let it flow from your lips to moisten his cock. A few more pumps of your hand coated him entirely with your makeshift lubricant, and once you were satisfied, you jerked him off with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.
Nanami groaned as your pace quickened and you continued to rub at his tip with your thumb. His cock twitched in your hand, and you took that as your cue to switch over to using your mouth.
“God,” he moaned. “You’re really good at this.”
You stared up at him from your spot in between his legs, and you could tell he loved the view of you on your knees with his fat cock stuffed into your mouth. He threw his head back when you took him deeper into your throat, and you could hear his grip on the leather arms tighten when he heard you gagging on his length.
He was so big that you wondered just how you were even physically able to take his cock bottoming out in your throat, but you were up for the challenge – especially when he rewarded you with those incredibly sexy moans.
Your hand continued to play with those heavy balls of his, while your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and jerked him off. Whatever couldn’t fit in your fist was taken care of by your mouth, and the sloppiness of your blowjob had spit dripping down his cock and onto the leather seat of his chair.
You wanted to suck the life out of this man but, much to your dismay, he stopped you.
“W-wait,” he stuttered. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a loud ‘pop’ and glanced up at him through your lashes. He grabbed onto your forearms and helped you stand before bringing you in for a kiss. He started with your lips, and then trailed down your neck, lightly biting on your pulse point. “I don’t want to cum until I’ve properly fucked you.”
“Mr. Nanami, there is nothing proper about what I want you to do to me,” you teased. He growled in your ear and spun you around so your back was against his chest. His hand snaked around you and down in between your legs to rub at your clit, causing you to whimper and grind your ass against his fully erect cock.
While his index and middle fingers alternated between rubbing your clit and dipping into your pussy, he planted his free hand on your upper back and urged you forward so that you were bent over his desk, wet cunt on full display from behind.
Nanami grabbed his cock, spreading your slick coating his fingers down his entire length, and giving it a few solid pumps. He slipped himself between your legs, and rubbed himself along your folds without entering you – it was excruciating.
“Please,” you whined. “I need you inside of me.”
He went out of his way to torture you, and only gave you the satisfaction of him slowly inserting just the tip inside of you. You whimpered and attempted to thrust your hips backwards so that he could sink into you further, but he wouldn’t allow it, instead keeping you firmly in place so he could go at his pace.
“I’m going to go slow, okay?”
He said this out of concern for you, knowing that taking his entire cock might be a bit difficult even though you were more than fully prepped. He pushed into you slowly, and with every inch, you grew more and more impatient and desperate for him to actually fuck you.
The delicious stretch of his cock within your walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your grip on the desk’s lip intensified to the point you were sure your nails were going to leave crescent-shaped marks in the wood.
Nanami let out a sigh of immense satisfaction as he bottomed out and held your ass flush against his pelvis.
“Fuck, Nanami, you feel so fucking good,” you breathed. Your walls clenched around him and he groaned.
“You’re so tight and wet,” he moaned. “Let me know when I can move.”
“Nanami, if you don’t fuck me into this desk right now, I swear to- ah!”
Before you could finish your sentence, Nanami pulled himself almost completely out of your pussy and slammed himself back into you. The few pens that remained on his desk clattered to the floor as Nanami fucked into you so hard the wood started protesting underneath you. Your moans, Nanami’s grunts, and the creaking of the desk were perfectly in sync and you were almost certain the desk was going to give out at any moment.
The two of you were so loud, it was a wonder you could even hear the sound of skin smacking together as he incessantly fucked you from behind and had his balls slapping against your cunt.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned, and he tangled his fingers in your hair to keep your head pressed against the desk, trapping you in your current position and surrendering yourself to him completely.
“Harder – I want you to fuck me harder!” you cried out. Eager to please, Nanami pushed into you so hard that the desk began to scoot across the floor. “God! Yes! Just like that! Oh, God, right there, right there!”
The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you cried out shamelessly – all worries of someone possibly overhearing you flew out the window. Your walls tightened around him as you felt yourself rapidly approaching your release.
“Don’t,” he said, emphasizing his warning his another hard thrust. “Don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to cum inside you.”
“And what if that is what I want?” you asked teasingly, choking out your words as your legs began to give out. “I want you to cum in me – I want it so bad.”
“Careful,” he cautioned – another thrust.
“I want you to fuck me like you want to put a baby in me,” you said. Nanami groaned and his cock twitched within your walls; you let out a laugh in disbelief. “Oh, you like that, huh?”
You whined with disappointment as he completely pulled out of you, denying you your orgasm, and you squealed in surprise when he flipped you over so that you were lying with your back flat against the desk and your legs hanging over the edge. Nanami grabbed your calves and slung one leg over each of his shoulders.
You had to spread your legs out quite a bit to accommodate his size, and you admired the view of his large, sturdy frame in between your thighs. You hungrily eyed his bulging muscles and, if you weren’t dying for instant gratification, you would love to experiment with him and see what kind of crazy, acrobatic positions he’d be able fuck you in.
Nanami lined his cock up with your entrance and thrust himself back into you without warning.
“Say it again,” he commanded.
“Fuck a baby into me – I want you to fuck a baby into me!”
“Good girl.”
Your cries were rewarded with Nanami relentlessly pounding into you, and his ferocity only spurred you on as you began to mindlessly babble.
“Do you want me to make you a daddy?” you asked. Nanami grunted in time with another hard thrust, and you screamed out in pleasure. “Yeah, I’ll make you a daddy – fuck a baby into me, daddy.”
“You want me to stuff you full of my cum?” he asked, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, daddy,” you moaned.
Something within him must have snapped, and if you thought he was fucking your brains out before, he was fucking the life out of you now.
There was something about seeing a man like him become totally undone that drove you absolutely mad. He was so well put together and self-actualized that you felt an immense sense of pride in being the cause of his absolutely primal behavior. His baritone voice made your cunt throb with every grunt, because it was just so damn animalistic, and his nostrils flared every time he hit your cervix. His hair had fallen out of place and was plastered against his forehead with sweat from fucking you like his life depended on it – he was the very image of perfection.
Nanami, of course, thought you were an absolute vision. The way your tits bounced every time he pounded into you and the way your voice started to become hoarse from your non-stop moaning and screaming made his cock twitch.
A ring of cream was forming around the base of his cock and he slipped in and out of you so easily it seemed almost unreal.
“You want me to fill you up?” he asked. You moaned your affirmation and he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing it furiously and drawing another scream out of you. “Use your words.”
“Yes, God, yes!” you cried. “I want you to fucking stuff me full of your cum – wanna make you a daddy!”
He could feel your legs trembling on his shoulders and your pussy spasming from the overstimulation of his cock inside of you and his thumb drawing circles on your clit.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me when I tell you to?”
“Yes, please, I want to cum so bad – please, please, please” you begged. Nanami continued to fuck into you, not granting you even a millisecond of rest, until his thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing his orgasm.
“Cum for me,” he finally ordered. Your body obeyed of its own volition, and you released one final, high-pitched scream as you convulsed around him, cumming all over his cock.
It was the final push he needed to find his own release, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he emptied himself into your hot, wet cunt. Amidst the sounds of your screams and his moans, you heard something that sounded suspiciously like wood cracking.
The two of you stayed put for a moment, collecting yourselves and steadying your breathing, before Nanami slipped his soft cock out of you. You groaned at suddenly feeling so empty.
“Jesus Christ,” you panted. There was so much more you wanted to say – this was the best sex you had ever had and you wanted to praise him for it, but you were at a loss for words because of him probably literally fucking your brains out.
A moan escaped you when you felt Nanami shove a finger into your overly-sensitive pussy.
“You’re not going to waste a single drop,” he said, stuffing his cum back into your dripping cunt. You whined and nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
Nanami, ever the gentleman, helped you sit up, and you yelped when one of the desk’s legs snapped, dropping one side to the floor and cracking the wooden frame. The sudden movement made you stumble and almost roll off the desk, but Nanami wrapped his arms around your torso before you could fall over.
The two of you had done it, you had actually broken the desk.
You stared at each other in shock, and the silence was broken when you burst into a fit of laughter. Nanami’s brow furrowed.
“I have no idea how I’m going to explain this,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair, slicking the stray, damp locks away from his forehead.
“Don’t worry too much about it – I’ll make sure to make a large donation to the school.”
“How generous of you,” he teased.
The two of you quickly got dressed and you turned to check the clock on the wall.
“Oh, it’s late,” you observed. “I need to pick Yuji up from the Fushiguro’s place.”
“Well, I certainly hope I won’t have to wait until the next parent/teacher conference to see you again,” Nanami said. His face was still flushed from your earlier activities, but you imagined that the redness of his cheeks intensified as he expressed his desire to continue whatever relationship the two of you now had.
You reached into your purse to pull out your wallet and plucked one of your business cards from the inner sleeve, handing it over to him with a coy smile.
“Maybe next time we can try this on my desk,” you purred. You grabbed your coat from its spot on the chair and stood on your toes to give him one final peck goodbye. “Have a good night, Kento. I’ll see you again very soon.”
001. paris at night? absolutely wonderful. however, paris at night with your new husband? even better.
002. c/w: unprotected sex, smut (mdni), oral (male and fem receiving), teasing, cursing, names (nanami calls reader wife and angel), fem!reader with mentions of the word wife, creampie, really sweet and soft honeymoon sex :), nanami has a marriage kink? lol. non-sorcerers!au
003. w/c: 6.5k | this is something im super proud of!! its my gift to myself after finishing all my finals haha also, I may have recycled some smut scenes from my old writings that’s not on this blog so if you recognize it, no you don’t lol
tagging: @izu-fi @yuujispinkhair
The bright lights from the Eiffel Tower and stars spill through your opened window, and a soft breeze dances across the white chiffon curtains. You sigh happily, leaning over the edge of the balcony’s iron-casted railing as the faint yellow lights wash over your skin. The cold metal, painted in a muted mossy green, bites into your skin as you crane your gaze to see the Eiffel Tower.
At the feeling of large hands, firm in their grasp as they press against your hips, you let an adoring smile tug at your lips. Tilting your head up, your gaze meets that of your husband’s.
Nanami Kento swears under his breath, convinced he’s died and gone to heaven. You look like an angel, body caressed in soft, off-white gossamer. It’s as if beautiful magnolias are blooming across your skin, floating along your wedding dress in a way that has Nanami completely overwhelmed in his love for you.
“Everything okay?” he asks, voice warmed with the euphoric bliss of your vows a mere hours ago.
Nanami’s arms wind around your waist from behind, pulling your back flush against his front. He ignores the stir of arousal in his groin as you look up at him, all doe-eyed with a light joy glinting in your gaze. Kento is still so much taller than you, fingers coming to brush over your cheek as he presses a tender kiss to your temple.
His burning touch has you melting into him, a soft sigh falling past your lips as his lips work wonders over your sensitive skin. Kento is a bit more insistent in his touch now, fingers trembling over your body as he smooths over your hips.
“Everything is perfect,” you affirm, voice a bit breathless at his actions.
jealous! nanami + possessive! nanami + dominant! nanami + mentions of being uncomfortable / hit on + bathroom sex + sir kink + choking (breath play) + degradation (mentioned once) + breeding kink + creampie + squirting + praise (nanami’s good with his words) + dirty talk + face gripping + squirting + messy sex + detailed description of cum + f! reader
— word count; approx 2.2k
nanami simmers, eyes near piercing while they roam your figure- watching while you talk politely, knowing how hard it is for you to be entertaining someone’s who’s actively making you uncomfortable. stuck nodding and pretending to listen in while people around him talk, stuck when all he wants to do is be back by your side.
but this outing is all about presentation, keeping polite- making networks and gaining new ‘friends’. and anyone with eyes could see what he did, what he had, and what belonged to him.
dressed to look enticing, near ethereal in pretty clothes that he’d bought the week prior with you in mind. ambling about with something sparkling in the cup you hold- lips curling enough to let most know its all formalities and politeness driving your mannerism. most.
he supposes he knew the man trying to gather just an ounce of your attention was trouble from the second you and him walked in and he was one of the first to introduce themselves, practically drooling over you while your manicured hands gripped at nanami's sleeve- body pressing tight to his side. off shooting compliments his way on your behalf, things like, "you really hit the jackpot with her nanami." or, "let me take her off your hands for the night! she'll be back before you know it."
those remarks would have been enough to send him five feet under, but the second he made a move to say something- your warm hand simply reached out and laid on his forearm, a movement of total control over his actions. letting him know you were okay, he hadn't necessarily crossed the line yet.
but now he sits and wonders if you still think the same- hand reaching up to smooth down any stray hairs, letting an index finger tug down his tie to loosen the suffocating thing while he stands- comes back to you. divorcing completely from the group who stopped him in the first place, jaw flexing with the scene unfolding.
maybe there was a chance he’d brush everything else the man was doing off- the closeness, the jokes, maybe he’d scoff and roll his eyes; but the palm on your shoulder feels like it burns him and he knows it’s time to intervene.
the first contact with you comes in the form of his palm reaching- fitting like it belonged there at the curve of your back, slipping forward until his fingers brought you into his side.
not a glance spared at you- the view from your eyes showed the lines of muscle from his jaw with the way he clenched his teeth. the curve of his chest from muscle rising and falling faster and faster. clear sign if you didn’t know him, would signify there was something wrong.
"we're going home for the night."
was all that was said- letting you begin walking with just a nudge from the arm holding you. already shaky from an uncomfortable interaction, it was easy to sway you, just wanting to be at home with his attention.
he crowded your body while you two left the man standing there, heat crawling up your neck when his palm soothed over your ass- knowing this was better than anything he could have said or done.
it took another nudge from him to let you know, 'home' wasn't it. strides quicker now, with purpose and headed towards the hallway into the bathrooms.
nanami could feel your glance, trying not to break right then and there- not knowing how to keep himself in check. happy when you two crossed the threshold of the bathroom door.
"im sorry." you squeaked, tucking your lower lip in between teeth- not knowing how to respond to anything that happened.
nanami wavered then, sighing out heavy with realization of how you were feeling.
"for what?" he questioned, keeping one hand on you; the same one laying against your ass- encroaching down onto you, warm breath already fanning against your cheek, kissing you sweet.
"for being beautiful?" he mumbled, the other hand reaching between to thumb at your lips- pushing in to let you suck.
"they all want you." kento smiled, feeling your tongue swirl around the tip of his thumb before sucking harder, humming because he knew you wanted this. "that's nothing new."
letting you until your body wavered into his form, letting him step forward and pinning you against the wall- hardness of his figure keeping you nice and still.
keening when you felt the hardness in his pants, letting his thumb go with an audible pop, too strung up in everything that had happened.
"need to give you something so they all know you're mine, hm?" nanami questioned, grabbing your face to look at him, wetness from your mouth painting the spot he gripped.
his allure for cute things making itself known with the way you responded to him, happy to please- eager to make him feel good. letting him know with the way you parted your legs when his thumbs found the tiny panties you wore tonight. deciding they were in the way and with a sharp tug, snapped it off your body with ease.
the need to keep close left you with nothing else to do but wait, standing in a sway while the familiar sounds of his belt coming undone sounded out- watching eagerly when he slipped a hand up to the already loose tie; hooking and tugging it free.
murmuring out a sharp, “stay.” when your fingers reached for his cock now laying heavy against your thigh, each throb and twitch of it painting more and more of your soft thigh.
he was the one who was going to take care of you- he was the one about to split you open in the bathroom of his works get together, not the man flirting previously and not anyone else.
it was easy taking your already pliant form and turning you around, cupping your ass with both hands and squeezing selfishly- pushing your dress up and out of the way for him. taking his foot, placing it between and pushing your own further out to better accommodate him.
you knew he was particular in moments like this, taking complete control over your pleasure- but tonight had already tired you out. eyes heavy, just barely looking back at him over your shoulder, pushing your hips to entice him was the first mistake. wanting to fit his cock into your cunt, shaky fingers slipping down and meeting with his drooling head for just a second before his strong hand stopped your movements.
gasping out when his hold turned tighter, keeping your arm barred across your lower back and stepping to squish you against the wall, cheek pressing into the cool surface- already drooling and dumb with anticipation.
“bad girl.”
it was murmured lowly and stern, in between the shift of his body so it trapped you completely. unable to react to this in anyway, not with how the weight of him slowly increased while heavy palms splayed on either side of your head.
his upper back arching down into you to press lips against your ear, wanting to feel all of you. letting this slip up go, knowing it had already been a long night.
shushing your tiny mewls of, “‘m sorry! ‘m sorry sir- i’m not a bad girl.” with giving you his cock.
swollen, drippy head stretching your puffy and sticky lips open- nearly audible with the lewd pop as his cockhead sunk inside. legs already nearly giving out if it weren’t for his body keeping you upright.
heat curling up from where the stretch of him ended, his heavy balls already putting pressure along your clit- seizing up with the first thrust back inside, barely keeping lucid. all nearly toppling over when you felt, and heard the low groan come straight from the middle of his chest, vibrations hitting you full force- like a lowly purr in complete pleasure. letting you know it wasn’t just you slowly unraveling.
this wasn’t just for you, he wanted to breed you- fill you up so that his thick cum ran down the insides of your thighs while greeting everyone, a base and feral need to show any eyes lingering on you who you belonged to. taking just a second to leave the wall with his left hand- coming between you and it to circle his fingers around your throat.
wondering why it didn’t occur to him to do this before the two of you came here- squeezing once between the image of you stumbling out of your shared apartment, dizzy and shaky and leaking cum everywhere.
“feels good?” he questioned, stray strands of golden hair tickling his forehead. sweating in the force he was using to bury his cock into you.
wanting to answer him, unable to do so with the fat cock of his stirring up your insides and the addition of his rough hand pinching your throat, palm squeezing against it- you could only squeal.
and he does it on purpose- loving the way you blink with wet eyes at him, lips forming a perfect little, “o” eyebrows scrunched in attempt to answer. knowing you’re trying your hardest for him while your pussy drools down his swollen balls and soaking his slacks.
every thump of his hips knocking you into the wall, knees bumping into one another with every shake- all toppling over with the taste of orgasm so close. it doesn’t take much, his words feel too good- his cock throbbing and pistoning inside you mercilessly is too good. all you can do is gasp and whisper out the traces of his name.
“‘nami, gunna cum- ‘m gunna cum.”
but he already knew that- your easy cunt squeezing over and over and the shakiness of your already tired body let him know.
and he was already at that precipice too- images of what was to come has swirling heat stir in his stomach and heavy balls too. murmuring out soft praises, choked in the edges of his words because you always look so good unraveling for him.
“good girl- let go for me, make a mess baby. it’s okay, i’ve got you.”
it was already so easy to cum for him- but the words he whispered along the sensitive skin of your heated neck while his cock made lewd noises from the arousal still gushing out of you had your whole body shake.
seizing up, cunt squeezing him so tight he hisssd- you came. the hand around your neck loosening its hold so you could freely wail, uncaring of who could hear you; clenching his teeth when the slam of his balls interrupted the stream of your cum splattering down the front of his thighs and the floor.
too caught up in how good it felt- in what he wanted, nanami came. pressing his face into you, steamy breath fanning down your shoulder- all while his heavy cum filled you. desperate humping of his hips pushing further in, wanting to be as deep as possible to give it all to you.
keeping you still while his balls clenched- his own form growing just a little shaky with how hard the spurts of cum left him, but keeping his hold on you tight.
trying to blink away the lingering feelings of possessiveness and jealousy- but finding it hard when rivulets of your shared cum slowly seeped down your thighs and his cock, painting the two of you.
“look at that.” he whispered, slowly detaching himself from you. peering down between your connected bodies to see what he had done. your swollen mess covered in thick and creamy cum, wasting no time to pull out- knowing you would leak no matter what. once again reaching down to palm your ass in appreciation and near reverence.
wondering how he could do anything but keep you marked and pretty- keep you dripping just like this with his cum to let everyone know it was him you came home to, that it was him who did this to you.
“pretty.” nanami nearly purred. keeping some semblance of composure while he pulled down your dress- a small smile playing on his lips with how your thighs clenched, desperation wanting you to keep it all in.
“it’s so much nanami.” you pouted, still shaky and weak. turning your head to look at him with wet eyes.
all he could do was hum in acknowledgment- bringing his hand up to your face and turning you around, careful to not ruin the front of your dress with his still messy and limp cock. wanting to care and soothe you before he attended to himself.
“but you’ll be good, won’t you?” he questioned, once more brushing over the pout of your lips. taking in your eager nod.
“we’ll go straight home- i’ll clean you up there.” and with a bend of his body and a sweet kiss to your forehead, he finalized his words. letting you cling onto him, fingers reaching under his coat and finding the brown harness he kept on and tugging- looking for more of his kisses.
kisses he would never deny you- wondering if maybe keeping you in here, in the bathroom while everyone wondered where the two of you had gone and filing you up over and over would be the better choice.
Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY, shoo minors) Language/dirty-talk, slight voice-kink, praising, light bondage, denial/edging, riding, power-bottom/switch!Silco, sex with clothes on, couch-sex, some romance/fluff between the hoo-boy-
Note: This is only the second fic I've posted on here. I've had this blog for four damn days. That's how long it took for y'all to corrupt me. I hope you're proud.
The record skips. Pauses, and then the next track begins. Slow, with audible pauses between deep, sensual hums of wordless beats.
It's already giving you ideas.
"You've been," A pause, fingers pausing where they were playing with the practiced, elegant knot at the base of his throat. You followed the dipping, twisted turns of his tie, before your eyes drag back up to the cerulean and hellish-red-and-black peering at you, seemingly impassive but you had enough expertise to see the bemusement dancing in his gaze. "... busy."
"Is that so?" Again, the musement was well hidden under apparent disinterest, but you noted the way he patiently returned his pen down atop long-forgotten reports and paper, now settling both hands on your hips. His attention was all on you now, as it had been since you'd walked in, closed the door, and loudly flipped the lock closed behind you. "I run an empire. You should know what kind of energy it takes to make such a commitment, darling."
"You'll run yourself ragged." You said it only half-teasingly, but your note of concern earned you only a lazy half-shrug, 'what can you do?' style.
"I'm serious, Silco."
"Are you? I find it hard to take one seriously when someone sits like this..." Fingers begin kneading deeply to the beat of the music on the curve of your hips. Your breath hitches, and his face hovers closer to catch the gasp on his own lips. "... and looking as beautiful as you, doll."
The beat of the radio dips, before stilling entirely. The idea it gives you is too good for you to give-in to the ruling crime-lord of Zaun, and so you hook a finger through the tie, tugging lightly to undo it while you roll your hips into his lap. The dark purr this earns you coincides with him tipping his head to your neck as you smoothly begin to loosen and snake his tie down from around his neck, pausing only briefly to shiver and whimper longingly at the kisses he places along your pulse point.
"I-I want to-" A nip at your jugular has your assertive tone stumbling, as he drags out the word playfully into your nape, "Yes?"
Concentrate; like the slow tune softly rumbling in the background, you know it'll be worth it.
"I… Wrists, behind. Tied behind the back, I mean." You feel the dangerous smirk on your skin, and fingers creeping from your hips to obediently begin tugging the tie out of your hands- "For you, I mean." A pause, and you bite your bottom lip in the silence. He contemplated for a long moment… surely, after everything you've been through together, he did trust you, didn't he? The anxious thought made you want to take back the question entirely-
The thought is broken by an audible moan breaking from your lips as you feel the pinch of teeth on your earlobe, an approving, deep hum as you fist your hands tighter into his vest for support as the tease whispers huskily, "It'd be my pleasure."
You agree wholeheartedly, hips unconsciously rocking against him before you slowly slip off his lap, getting back onto your feet while playing with the tie in hands- "No, wait."
Fingers pause at the intricate, golden buttons on his vest.
"... Leave them on."
A brow raises. You hold your ground, and it lowers, eyes narrowing a bit curiously with the perplexed motion. Taking a breath, you raise your own hand, and twirl your index finger once in the air in anxious, but eager instruction.
Moments later, tongue-melding kiss unbroken, you feel some breath knock out of him as you shove him into the plush couch of his office. Pulling back for you both to take a breath, you focus on pulling out his tucked-in red undershirt while he shuffles into a more comfortable position on his back, forearms tied atop one another securely behind him. Dual-colored eyes watch you in lust-filled bemusement as he reclined his head back on the arm-rest smoothly, like the positions were flipped. "You seem eager."
It took all you had not to fumble at his smooth tone, managing to yank the remainder of his shirt from under the hem of his pants. You soon relished in the pleased, closed-mouth groan you received as you slid your hands underneath clothing to scratch and smooth palms over skin. "Again, you've been busy," You mused back at him, smiling as you watched him shudder as nails bite and drag on his abdomen deliciously, leaning back over to his face, "Maybe I just really want to see you come undone."
"Hmm… refreshing," He hums, silenced as you run your mouth back up to his, kiss deepening into passion shortly after as you continue relaxing, yet sensual ministrations along his skin, slowly moving a leg to press between his own. You feel, rather than hear the sharp intake of air Silco makes as you begin rubbing a knee up against him. With a hand slipping up to coax and cart through dark hair at the base of his scalp, the hitched note in his breath begins to take a low, appreciative rumbling turn as you run fingers through his dark hair.
You pull back just enough to watch his expression of lust, lips brushing against yours with every drag of your thigh between his legs, the bulge growing with every movement you make against him. A particular grind between his legs has him clenching his teeth with a wanting-hiss, and you see him jerk his shoulders as he gives an unconscious yank behind him at the tie, keeping him from pulling you even closer.
Then, the song ends on the radio behind you. You hear Silco's sharp, disbelieving exhale as you shuffle off of him and you feel his stunned gaze at your back as you fully walk away to the radio.
"What-" A pause, and you hear lips audibly being licked as he asked again with dry tongue. "What are you…?" "I don't like this song." You say simply, taking out the large vinyl disk from the needle and turning, waving it slightly in the air with a frown. "Dragon-Imaginings? No one can fuck to that, Sil, I have to find something better."
The stunned silence from the Eye of Zaun as you carelessly toss the large disk aside, is broken by his hoarse chuckle as you kneel down to the table the record-player stands on, shuffling through the other disks with a careless, patient air. "Hmm… How about this one?"
You turn slightly to wave the new record, and after another beat, catch the crime-lord closing his mortal-eye and letting out another chuckle of disbelief, shrugging as much as he could on his back and with arms tied beneath him. "Perfect," he drawls in amusement, before cracking open his hooded blue eye as he murmurs with dark desire: "Now, hurry up and get back over here."
You gulp back a breath, steeling yourself as you turn and take your time gently putting the record in, dropping the needle down slowly with one finger. You can see the impatient shuffle he makes on his spot on the couch as you turn back, nudging his legs out of the way for you to sit just below his knees, and immediately place a firm palm on the tent in his pants.
"That's it…" Silco urges you with a stained murmur, tilting his head back with a pleased hum, with the column of his throat bobbing with his swallow. You palm and rub against him through his pants, delighting in the unconscious jolt his hips give as you loosely wrap your fingers around the tent. A deep growl sounds from his chest as you swipe a thumb over the tip, "Hmm… imagining my hand fully wrapping around you, baby? My skin against yours?"
Your tease is met with another breathless chuckle that has you flushing further than you already are, "Oh doll… I'm picturing a couple things of yours around my coc-" You press your hand further around the fabric to give an imitation of a proper stroke, which has him biting his bottom lip to hold back a moan.
Which won't do at all, so pressing a hand to his lower abdomen to keep him steady, you soon begin to match up with the beats of the music as you stroke and rub his clothed shaft. You could melt at the muted growls and husky swears that tumble from his mouth as you pick up in pace from the song, your other hand slipping back under his shirt to knead against his chest.
He's unable to bite back the strangled groan as you drag nails over a nipple, eye cracking open to peer at your smug smirk at his reaction. "Cheeky..." He snarls lowly, letting out another hiss between tight teeth as he rolls into your palm, movements getting a bit more faster and needy-
The song ends, and at the upbeat thumps of the next song, you immediately frown and pull away from him to back to the player. His legs twitch and almost trip you as he tries to move, half-growling as he half-demands, "Where are you going?"
"You want to get-off to this?" Incredulously, you lift the needle again, scanning the title of the record before experimentally dropping the needle in place, listening to the tune and attempting to ignore the frustrated grumble and shuffling behind you on the couch. R&B, not terrible, but the vocals are too gushy…
"Y/N, music should not be your priority right now." Any other time, that sensual growl promising vengeance if compliance is not given soon, would send you to answer his every beck and call, catering to his every whim.
But no, seriously, this record just isn't doing it for you, and you take sweet time to start going through a handful you pluck from the stacks. Upon returning, you smile innocently down at him while he gives you a tight-jawed glare, impatience glittering in his eyes as you merely run your eyes over his form. You hum along to the music with your hips slowly swaying to the beat, bending down slightly to brush the back of your knuckles along his cheekbones, and the de-facto leader of the Undercity lets out a slow breath as some tension releases, turning his head closer to your touch.
"Like I said… you've been busy." You murmur quietly, unable to resist as you give a slow swipe of your thumb at the corner of his mouth. You swing your leg up and over him, once again straddling the man as you are careful to drift past his neck with only your fingers to leave skin tingling at your touch. Hands press firmly to his chest as you rock your core against his length, causing a shaky breath to release slowly as he watches you with hooded eyes. "Life's too short, especially down here, Silco. You need to…" Another slow, deep rock against him, that has his back arching slightly when you pull your hips just out of the way again. "... slow down."
"Oh… is that so?"
You nod, rocking down again and leaning to catch the wisps of his sharp gasp between chipped teeth from his lips. "Mmhm..."
"Hnngh…" Another deep swallow, lips parting as his breathing begins to pick up again as you give slow, painfully slow thrusts against his length, straining in the confines of his pants. You feel your own lungs constrict faster in your chest just at the sight of him, but manage to hold your pace, matching to the beats of the music…
Then the song comes to a close, and you immediately raise yourself back onto your nears, leaning up just out of his reach. Snarl immediately slipping out his mouth in your absence, Silco fixes his frustrated gaze on you as you hold up a finger patiently, tilting your head as you heard-out the first few notes of the next track on the record-player. "Hm… yeah, this'll do."
The slight baring of his teeth immediately goes rigid with a suppressed groan as you shuffle further down once more, hand cupping against him again to begin rubbing and palming through the quickly-dampening fabric along to the faster beats.
"Gods, you're beautiful, Sil." You mean it, and even in the midst of the motions of your hand against him clouding his mind, he knows it. Seafoam green bores directly into your eyes, hazed in lust and primal desire, but that true, deep affection buried in his gaze as his mouth wordlessly begins to strain for air, hips dulating in time to your touch leaves your core and chest melting in warmth…
Still, as the song pauses, you just can't resist. Snatching your grip off of him, and Silco openly swears, head knocking back on the armrest behind him in frustration. His back arches as you return your palm back to him the moment the song kicks back up, "Gods, that's it…"
A chuckle fills the air between the sways of the music, and you have to bite your lip in delight at the deep growl that sounds from his chest as you begin to slow down your motions. You give him some mercy though, firmly rubbing your thumb on the center wet-tip of the tent in his pants as you start slowing down your movements. "C'mon, baby, songs almost over…" Cooing before letting out a chuckle as you watch your love try to thrust into your grip as you slow down even further, you lean closer so blue and red eyes, furious at your lack of speed and endless teasing, snap to your bemused face. "I don't remember this album well… Maybe I won't like the next song either."
You really have to ground yourself onto his thighs as he takes those words as the threat that they are, pressing down on his thighs and spraying fingers right over the buckle of his belt to keep him in place as you let fingers slip and linger slowly over his still-closed clothed head.
His body trembles just as much his infuriated tone does as the song closes out, leaving the two of you in silence save for whispers of touch on his covered-cock. "Darling, I swear, if you get up now, I am going to-"
You slip off of him, landing on your feet while he lets out a string of aggravated curses as he watches you depart from where he needs you.
Humming, with loose, swaying hips, you ignore the panting through clenched-teeth behind you, the sound of shoed heels thumping useless and torturously frustrated on the couch seat. You bend again to reach the stack of records, relishing in the hateful hiss of impatience as he takes in the sight behind you, thumb flipping through the stack before you raise, displaying the chosen one in-between fingers as you smile devilishly over your shoulder. "How about this one, baby-?"
"I... am going to wreck you," Ice fuels your spine at the low, feral growl you hear between heavy breathing, and like a puppet on strings, you find yourself slowly turning with wide eyes at the man.
Helpless he is not, for even with dark hair slicked with sweat, vest rumpled with a heaving chest, he cracks open a now ice-blue eye and might as well be grabbing you by the throat with the unwavering attention he now has from you.
"That's right," Silco's breathless grin has all the sharpness of a dagger. Darkly satisfied now that he has your attention, he starts shimmying with shoulders and long legs to work himself up into a semi-seated position on the couch cushions, growling sinful promises all the while.
"Dearest, darling, doll... I will ruin you, for how many times I'm going to bring you to the peak... and simply leave you there. Oh yes." He speaks over your unconscious whine deep from your throat, arms twitching behind him as you remain distantly amazed by the strength of that damned tie. "I will lick you dry, before bringing you right back to soaking and whimpering. I will leave you in tears, pleading, begging for me to take you off that edge, and after, only after I begin growing bored, will I let you come on my cock... again... and again... and again..."
Every growl is deeper and lower than the last, sending wave after wave of heat pooling down to your core. Your dry mouth parts open, but it takes a minute for only a strangled, dying-fish sound to escape your vocal cords, words incompatible with your brain after such delicious, filthy promises. Silco grins wolfishly, the final, devastating words a mere breath that your ears strain to catch:
"I am going to redefine what fucking means for you."
Oh gods.
"...Threats," You somehow find a way to turn, suppressing a lustful shudder at the feral snarl this earns you as you, very quickly, replace the record on the machine. You swallow. "... t-threats only work when you have something to lose. From what I'm hearing, I'll only gain in that situation."
You suck in a barely-stabilizing breath, turning back on wobbly legs in time to see him roll his head back slightly, dark and silver-streak strands slipping over his face as he lets out a breathless chuckle, sighing knowingly with the knowledge of a future for you that only he can picture, "Oh, just you wait then..."
Silco's grin is pure sin as you obediently make your way back to him after taking a moment to remember to breathe, hands pushing on his inner-tights to splay them wider on the couch for you to kneel between. Leaning over his body, you're barely within reachable distance before he lunges forward to lock your mouths again, groans and growls vibrating through, and straight down to between your legs as he near-instantly takes control of the kiss.
His hips are another story, as the barely-there brush on his tented crotch has him bucking, another deep growl vibrating your teeth as you do it a second time, this time one you both know is entirely on-purpose.
"Oh, for the love of..." Untangling from his lips, you mouth your way down his chin, to his throat. You leave an especially heated stripe with your tongue on his beating jugular, chest heaving in time with his hissing pants from above as you drag nails down his shivering sides, gripping at hips before and finally shuffling your body down, grasping at thighs.
You lick at your tender bitten lips, glancing up to catch hell-heated, hooded eyes watching you impatiently. Despite the promises, despite the ache it was pulling between your own lower-abdomen, you couldn't help but murmur a final tease, as you parroted his early words back to him, "You seem… eager." You let out a sharp breath and breathless chuckle as his only response is to lock ankles behind your back, using his legs to forcibly tug you closer to where he needed you. An impatient thrust when he felt your breath along the tent.
Another breathless chuckle at what you have reduced this man, this deadly crime master, this King, into, echoes in the silence of the room before the next song begins to play.
It's one you actually rather like, and within the first few beats, Silco lets out a long, shaking groan as you begin to tongue and lick over his bulge. The torrent of swears from above is escalating quickly, as you massage your thumbs into the toppermost of his thighs, before pressing down on hips as you close your lips on the wet tip of the tent.
You let out your own groan at the lingering taste of precum that you can sense through the damp fabric of his pants, the cologne that clings to his breath making the musk all the more enjoyable. You actually stop in shock as a drag of your teeth on the fabric causes a rather loud, tortured groan from above you, but it tampers off as the man notes the stops on your ministrations, fixing you with a frustrated glint in his slitted-gaze.
"... Say please?"
Silco's dark-glare of need goes pure-black at the sheer gall of your very-innocent question, eyes doe-like as you flutter your lashes patiently. And then immediately he slams his good-eye shut with a jolt of his body beneath you as you give a rough, harsh drag of your tongue over him. You feel him jerk under your mouth at his hiss of desire, but pull back all the same, waiting patiently as you hear him barely suppress a deep-throated whine. "...Please." He grits slowly through clenched teeth. "Please, fucking please-"
Silco's voice is incredible on it's own. That's a given.
But hearing him not just asking, not ordering or demanding or waiting, but pleading with that stunningly groaning, breathless voice, tone cracking adorably with want and impatience between syllables-
The moan that is punched out of him coincides with you closing your mouth under that large hot mound. You send vibrations through the fabric and straight through to his member as you moan, placing hands on his hips for support as he starts to rock under the actions of your mouth and tongue. His heavy breathing picks up immediately, and your eyes can't help but stare up at him in pure amazement as he comes undone, chest surging with every desperate roll of his hips.
You don't even have time to desire the taste of his skin on yours, without the confines of fabric. Silco says he's going to wreck you for putting him through this kind of pleasuring torture?
Well, you were going to wreck him first.
With his filthy promises urging you on, you snake one hand from a hip to fondle just beneath where your mouth is, letting out a ragged gasp at the loud swear that bursts out of him as you play with his balls through pants, a strangled attempt at your name sounding as his already frantic movements take a turn for the best.
Your other hand wraps around to dig nails into his backside as you let out a lustful groan with your mouth over the tip of his tented-cock. The room-echoing, shuddering groan from above you is more than enough proof of his climax, but there is still the evidence of hot fluid pooling under your tongue and staining his pants from the inside-out. You can't resist, making lewd sounds as you suckle at the damp tip to catch more of him on your tongue through his pants, and reveling in the higher-pitched whine Silco makes at this.
A final open-mouth kiss to his cock as you feel his legs go limp, you gently move yourself up over his body, careful to avoid anywhere below the sensitized line of his hips as you gently straddle his waist, staring down with amusement and affection at the destroyed man beneath you. Raising a hand, you smooth the dark strands of hair back over his forehead, mix-matched eyes dazed but adoring as Silco watches you tiredly, letting out a horse chuckle at your attempt to calm his disgruntled hair.
"... you doing okay down there?"
"... Hm." Is all he says, and you watch as he calmly pulls his hands out from behind his back, tossing the stretched-fabric of the tie carelessly aside before he reaches up, urging you to lie on his chest. "I had them undone for a while," he answers the silent question, boneless arms hooking around your waist as he pauses, kissing your temple sweetly compared to the ferality of his bruising kisses of earlier. "But you were enjoying yourself too much to stop me?" You tease, and let out a squeak as you feel the hand snake from the small of your back to swat at your ass.
"Oh yes, it was quite enjoyable… until you stopped. And then stopped again. And then stopped again..." You let out a small giggle at his dry tone, lowering your head to rest your chin on his collarbone as he sighs in pretend-annoyance, arms squeezing you lightly as you press a kiss to his neck. "... and while it was deliciously sinful, darling, I'm afraid I will absolutely be sending you the dry-cleaning bill."
"Oh, the horror," You still couldn't help but pity the fool in charge of laundry, who would likely be threatened with death-itself to keep their mouths shut as they scrubbed out the rather… obvious-stains on Silco's dress pants. The two of you relaxed in the afterglow of the moment, hands rubbing up and down the small of your back while you held yourself to his chest.
Fisting a hand on his vest, you gently raise yourself up to meet his eyes, licking again at your bruised lips as you look over his bedraggled, or in this case couch-raggled, appearance. His eye watch you, flicking briefly to watch the motion of your tongue before you work your mouth to make words again. "... You'll… go easier on me, though, won't you?"
You mean it as a joke, of course. But his earlier words still course through your veins, lighting a fire deep within you that you'll imagine Silco would soon make consume you entirely...
A blink, then a lazily tip back of his head as he lets out a long, quiet chuckle that has your breath hitching.
Not as much as when his hand fists into your hair, gently pulling you close for him to murmur against your lips sweetly, with eyes promising a long, slow retribution in the near future:
Climbing up the stairs was a risk. Calculated, but you still tugged the thick fur coat tighter around you, forcing it to hug your body... and you took the last few steps double-at-a-time, just in case.
Thankfully, there were no hoots, or low whistles from any potential up-lookers on busy dancefloor below, and you were grateful.
Because there was only one reaction you wanted, and nerves faded as the grin spread across your face, when you thought of the expression he would have when he realized you came in a coat and heels...
And only, a coat and heels.
Knocking wasn't really required anymore, not for you. Though, you still tilted your ear close to the door to listen for any undesired second-party. Sevika would be a mortifying possibility, since she could see through any attempt at a poker-face, and you'd turn right back around if you heard Jinx spending time with her father.
Cold or not, you'd march straight back home if either were the case.
Only the sounds of pen scratching on paper in a curt, sharp pace was heard. And after letting out a small, sharp breath to calm any remaining nerves at what could be one of your more embarrassing ideas, you opened the door, walked in, and-
"I'm busy."
The door closed behind you, and you blinked at the sound, and at Silco. Who didn't even look up... who wasn't even wearing makeup.
You'd seen Silco without it before, but the sight still halted you more than his sharp two-word greeting did. The scars, dark and striking in the pale evening-lighting gave his face a more severe and yet vulnerable look - this wasn't a sight permitted for many, and it stunned you that he allowed you to see this.
But then his red and teal gaze snapped up to glare, and fix you with a look you imagined everyone had been victim to. "I'm busy," He said, low and stressing the word in a way that made you shiver - even though it was warmer than it was outside.
"I heard you," You confirmed, reaching back to silently flicked the lock to avoid visitors, before your heels clicked on the wooden floor as you stepped forward towards him. A small smile crossed your freshly-painted lips, and your fingers came up to brush the clasps of your coat as you stepped closer, "However... I thought that, perhaps, you wouldn't mind a break-"
"If I want something, it would be here when I require it," Silco says, voice frosty enough that you're chilled into standing in place, frozen. "I don't recall requesting your presence, nor do I require it... you may leave."
Silco always had a way with words - and you knew full-well that that 'may' was actually a 'will.'
"What happened?" You said, frowning as you stepped forward, not so much prowling seductively as it was to see what was the matter with the man. "Is there anything I can do-?"
"Yes, you can find the door," Silco snapped hotly, pen held tight between white-knuckled fingers. Your gaze darts from it, back to his gaze... one heartbeat. Then a second, third passes, before that burning iron in his gaze softened, more like hot-stones, but an improvement nonetheless.
"Is... is it the trades? Poor profits?"
"Worse - a buisness-meeting."
The pen makes an audible click when Silco sets it down, before he lets out a long-sigh as he reaches up, cradling his forehead with his fingers as a migraine announced it's arrival inside his head. "Short-notice, as well... if it wasn't something that could directly provide consequence to your other guesses, I'd be insulted it was even brought to my attention. Alas, it does require it."
"Oh," You breathed, trying not to feel disappointed... it was no secret the Eye not only watched all, but usually had hand in-all that occurred in Zaun. A full-schedule wasn't, shouldn't be much of a surprise...
Still, as you tugged the coat tight enough around you that it squeezed at the round of your bare hips, you really, really weren't looking forward to going back in the chilly night-air. "So... you really want me to go?"
The question, meant to be casual but coming out wary, caused the glowing-ember of an obsidian eye to flick between the gaps of fingers, looking at you. Again, there was a softening when he gazed as you - stone to a weaker-copper, perhaps. "Not my preference... not at all, but a necessity," Silco did sound apologetic, and firm in his more gentle dismissal, but you still felt a bit sluggish as you stepped back from the desk, dejected.
And then stepped to the side, walking around the desk towards him. There's a fiery-spark of irritation in both eyes at the clear disobedience, the green and the red, but only the green widens when your hand reached out, pressing and kneading at his shoulder gently.
Silco didn't so much soften as well as he melted at your touch, and it was only thanks to practice that you didn't immediately smile or chuckle at the sight of Silco, Eye and unofficial King of the Undercity, practically reduced to a puddle by a massaging of one shoulder - not even both.
"I hope it goes by quick, smoothly..."
"Doubtful... but your words and well-wishes are appreciated." So was your touch, you noted, as his remaining eye faltered shut and there was the faintest hum from his chest. It was a pity to have to pull away, but, slowly retracting and dragging your fingers, you made to move back... but out of habit or some touch-starved instinct, Silco's fingers snapped up to curl around your wrist.
More specifically, curling around the sleeve covering your wrist.
And that, combined with the step you had taken back and away from him, triggered a two-step chain-reaction that led to your completely bare shoulder bare to see. Which, honestly, wouldn't be so scandalous... except your face immediately heated up to the point of burning, and you scrambled to step back and fix your sleeve.
Obviously, this caught the Eye's attention.
"Is something the matter?" Silco say in an innocent tone that immediately put you on edge. "You look... ruffled." His index finger unfurled around your wrist, and shifted slightly in order to stroke the fur of your coat in emphasis, though his eyes never left yours.
"Just... it's chilly-" "I have a thicker coat you can borrow, then. Though, I imagined the one you wear now had it's uses."
Your breath, and whatever hope you had of replying, shudders in time with his fingers dragging in order to skim between the line of clothing and skin - his fingers scorched as much as your face burned, but his eyes were the worst of it. Impassive, carefully neutral, yet they were quickly melting you in place.
"Perhaps you should take this one off, dear," He mused quietly. You weren't surprise he had put two & two together, coming up with the fact that you weren't subtle, but it still sent an embarrassed flush to your already blushing-dark cheeks.
"I-i... I wouldn't want to bother, you seem busy-"
"I have time. Take it off."
Compliance, unfortunately, was a skill you possessed that Silco loved to use to the fullest extent. He didn't even have to use a commanding voice with the order - the man simply had to look at you, and say it so casually, that you didn't realize your hands were already pulling the fold of your coat apart until there was a silent, but sharp inhale from the kingpin watching.
He's, obviously, seen you nude before. Probably memorized everything there was to see, but the two-coloured gaze still dropped to rove over the skin you were exposing as you slowly peeled the coat from your form - stopping when it was just-barely off your shoulders.
Not because Silco ordered you to, but the subtle flexing of his throat when he swallowed dry at the sight, was enough to stop you still.
"... this is a surprise."
"If I known you were busy, I wouldn't have-"
"Where did you put the rest of your clothes?"
Someone probably could cook an omlette on your forehead, your face never blushed so hard as you whispered, "I... there wasn't any. I came here like this."
A thoughtful hum breaks the too-long pause, and he stands. Your hands fall limp at your sides at the first step he makes towards you, and it only takes another step before his own hands come up, long fingers replacing yours on the hem of your coat. "You seem quite mortified for someone who planned this well in-advance," He comments in a conversational tone, all the while you're struggling jot to tremble as his knuckles graze your skin, and the coat is ushered further, and further down from your body...
"Though," Warm breath tickles at your hairline - it's somehow hotter than your body has become. "I fail to see why you have any reason to be embarrassed... and I am seeing much."
The coat crumbles to the ground in a heap around your ankles, and palms are quick to replace it along your body.
Searing, burning palms that graze with biting nails - you're left gasping, but not long on air. His mouth comes up quick to replace oxygen, and even quicker to mute your squeal when his fingers find your ass as squeeze.
"You walked through the Lanes, with so much as a stitch beneath a flimsy coat. How filthy," He snarls into your mouth with a wolfish grin, one that would have your legs weak if... they suddenly weren't off the ground.
"Silco-" You gasped, legs wrapping around his waist as you were lifted, tucking your head against his shoulder with another surprise squeak as his nails digged-in your skin, before he propped you atop the desk.
"Your meeting-" "Can wait," Murmuring quietly against the shell of your ear, his faint chuckle seemed to echo in your head when you whimpered. His hands seemed eager to map out skin he already knew by-heart, palm coming up to cup your chest and knead, while long fingers took time to trace down every vertebre of your spine. "Paitence can be mastered, and perhaps this could be considered a first-lesson for my buisness partner. It can wait."
Silco, however, could not.
This is proven by how quickly, and smoothing, his hand comes to trace around your hip, and begin to dip between your thighs. This earns another shaking rasp, one that is soothed to a whimper with a kiss along your jawline, as his fingers dip and start to tease along your already wet slit-
There's a knock.
One that makes you jump, and start to slip from the desk, but both Silco's arm around your waist, and the finger dipping between to graze along your clit, forces you to remain against him as he growls, "What?"
"He's here," Sevika's voice drawls, clearly bored and a bit miffed at being intruppted from her card-game downstairs. Considering what you're doing now, you can sympathize. "Not looking happy about waiting either..."
"A pity." Silco's quiet words indeed make you sympathize with Sevika's plight of being taken from her source of enjoyment, as you imagine you're about to be in the same boat. You can't fault him from it, but as you go to creep away, you can't help but feel a spark of dejection-
A spark, that erupts into flame when he pushes his finger through your folds, curling into your pussy. Only to the first knuckle, but it's enough to make you understand that it's not a pity you have to leave - but that his buisness meeting is going to be very, very delayed.
Silco's unyielding and fiery gaze, fingers slowly beginning to pump in, out of your tight wetness, and his next words, were enough to make you whimper again as heat flashed through you:
Happy (late) Birthday @averagecrastinator!! Thank you for being my pal. I simply adore you, so here's some smut! <3
NSFW | MDNI! | 3.8k words | Silco x F!Reader | Soft-ish Silco | Established Relationship | Fingering | Oral | P in V sex | Coat Kink | Fluff | d/s vibes |
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“Sorry, I’m late,” you say hurriedly as you respond to Silco’s quiet invitation by using your shoulder to ram into his office, your arms busy with a large, tattered wicker laundry basket, “But your laundry service is garbage and unreliable and I had to do it myself.”
“Had to?”
His good eyebrow cocks but he simply watches impassively as you rush in, steadfastly ignoring him, and the pen in his hand stills in its work.
“They never do get the blood out. At least not entirely. And it’s basic stuff, really.” You tumble through your words like mad, a bad habit of yours when you’re overworked and tired- never a particularly fruitful combination for someone who prides themselves on a smart mouth. “It’s like they don’t even know who they work for.”
You stand at the center of the room. “I mean a little hydrogen peroxide and some cold water and they were brand new. And what the fuck did you do, anyway, lop someone’s head off? It was messy.”
“I hardly believe you want the grisly details,” he says, but his gaze is latched onto the wide brim of your collar with a hawklike curiosity. “Anyhow, it sounds to me as if you may have taken on an unnecessary project.”
His tone is sharp and you know exactly what he’s not-so-subtly scolding you for: you always take on too much at once, placing the weight of problems that aren’t yours onto your own shoulders. And your worst crime? He was the one you complained to about it.
But who is he to be upset? Your unapologetic competence is what had him falling for you in the first place. You just did things better.
You scowl and practically toss the basket on the rose-colored chaise, feeling too stubborn today to concede, so you stay quiet.
Silco has that assessing tint to his eyes, trailing down the front of your form, now unobstructed, discerning the overcoat of his that hung just slightly too big off your frame, the shoulders wide, the cuffs of the sleeves reaching down to your knuckles. He’s unmoving, his beautifully mismatched gaze finally raising in question.
“Oh. Yeah. Didn’t have room in the basket so I just threw it on, I can’t believe you wear this thing everywhere, it’s heavy-”
“Did you walk the city wearing that?”
Your breath hitches at the muted strain in his voice, and if you weren’t so highly attuned to the covert undertones of his velvet voice, you’d think he was angry with you. There’s certainly a touch of it, a worried, disappointed bite to his words at the possibility of you having put yourself in danger, but there’s something else there, too, just a tad breathless.
You push on, taking on an air of indifference.
“Only for the short walk from my place,” you say, and with a coy grin, “I wore it with great pride.”
Silco’s gaze darkens at your cheek, depths growing hot amidst the calm sea of his teal eye.
“You should really be more careful, darling.“
His eyes track the movement of the hot shiver that runs down your spine at the purred double entendre, the tiny uptick of his lips tipping his hand, allowing you to see the pleasure he takes in throwing you off guard.
“How long have we been seeing each other, Silco?” you say, savoring the way his eye twitches before you turn to your task.
“Long enough for you to know better than to bother me while I’m working.”
You laugh.
“Awfully rude.”
“Was it? I’m dreadfully sorry.”
You can’t help the smile that tugs affectionately at your lips at just how unapologetic he sounds, and you chance a look, finding both eyes glittering across your figure again, goosebumps erupting across your skin in their wake.
His gaze, darkly delighted, meets yours before the pen begins to move once more and Silco returns to his work.
He’s busy today. And that’s fine.
You pull the coat tighter across yourself, cheek falling onto the soft crimson collar, allowing the comforting scent of fresh laundry to fill your lungs, and along with it, the subtle, fond smell of cinnamon and smoke.
Sighing softly, you grab a white undershirt from the top of the basket, somehow maintaining an unbothered facade as you begin to fold his clothes with practiced ease, placing each gently on the taut, velvet fabric of the chaise.
As much as you enjoy playfully griping at him, you always find yourself wanting to freeze these little domestic moments in time, these sweet, comfortable silences.
You attempt to roll up the gold-trimmed sleeves of his coat, trying to bunch them up at the elbow and frown when they just fall again, impeding your progress. Annoyed, you pop at the buttons of his coat.
“Leave it on,” he snaps suddenly.
You freeze, hands stilling over the second button, and you wait, something devious and excited pirouetting across your chest, a thread of tension now in the air you feel you can reach out and pluck if you so desire.
But he says nothing more.
You’re certain of two things now: one, that Silco quite fancies the sight of you wrapped up in his coat, and two, that you’re going to exploit every second of it.
You move almost stiffly, reaching down to tidy your progress, smoothing your palms across the rich fabric of each of his folded dress shirts gently, terribly slow, as if handling a delicate baby bird, knowing full well he’s watching your actions closely.
You fix the top button of his coat and swipe your hands down it, walking unhurriedly toward his desk, his bladed eyes following you intelligently. You fiddle with the string on the lamp at the corner, knitting your brows together as if deep in thought.
The tips of your fingers trail across the piles of books littered across the surface, examining the titles as if you haven’t hundreds of times already, as if you’re even fractionally interested in the inner, infrastructural workings of Zaun.
You trail the pads of your fingers across the dappled surface before your gaze meets his under the crowns of your eyelashes.
“Silco?”
He hardly reacts, two fingers propping against his temple, the other resting easily on the opposite armrest.
You move around the desk and his thighs part automatically to allow you between, a reflexive, practiced motion. Your palms drop to warm the tops of his legs, thumbs massaging his inner knee affectionately.
“How was your day?” you ask, tone light as a feather, and he looks unimpressed, but you can see, as your gaze drops, the fabric tightening at the front of his pants, the way his skin jumps beneath your teasing touch.
“Hm?”
You lean forward and your hands follow in kind, smoothing up his legs, until your nose is inches from his and your thumbs brush the sensitive, clothed junction between hip and thigh.
Silco remains silent, making no move to touch you, but his eyes are brimming with hard promise as he takes you in up close, tongue pushing against the back of his teeth in thought. With a deceptive gentleness that has heat pooling like liquid gold between your legs, he threads one set of long fingers through your hair, coming to a cradle at the back of your head. Your eyes flutter closed,
“Won’t you kneel for me, sweetheart?”
The rare submissiveness Silco manages to pull out of you never ceases to stun, and his hand remains as you sink readily to your knees, allowing yourself a tender moment to slump against him as he cards through soft strands, tugging delicately through tangles, massaging your scalp. Your cheek rubs coarse fabric as you turn to place a tender kiss to his inner knee, gaze half-lidded as you now peer up at him.
His lax grip tenses into a rigid fist and he holds you there for what feels an eternity, your neck craning backward uncomfortably as he keeps you just on the precipice of real pain, taking in the breathless sight of you knelt there before him, practically whining, that wicked, villainous coat of his pooling around your form. He exhales something ragged before hinging forward, the chair creaking as he closes the distance, devastatingly slow.
“Didn’t I tell you I was working?”
Your voice strains from your position.
“Mmm. Can’t remember.”
You skim your hands once again toward that delicious hardness, gritting your teeth as your hand manages to graze the column of pulsing heat, all while Silco maintains his steely grip, forcing you to reach like a child would a toy on a too tall shelf.
He eyes your struggle for a moment.
“Crimson and gold rather suits you, dear.”
“My two favorite colors,” you say, noting the way his cock twitches under your flat palm. “I’d wear them every day if I could.”
You pant up at him and his eyes flicker across your form, almost as if he can’t decide what to focus on, pupils blowing out wide with every word you speak next.
“I want to wear them everywhere. I don’t care who sees me wear your coat. I don’t care if people know about us, or about the danger of it all. I want everyone-” A sharp moan is torn from your throat as his fingers tighten slightly in your hair, but you continue, breath fanning the loose strands on his forehead that had escaped their careful style. “I want the entire Undercity to know I’m with the Eye of Zaun. That he’s mine.”
Silco snatches your upper arms, hoists you up as if you weigh nothing at all, and your back greets the cool, curling iron of his office window just as his mouth finds yours, pressing punishingly forward.
“Such a tease,” he hisses against your lips, hands holding your face firmly in place so he can devour you, tongue expertly rolling, licking into the cavern of your mouth, chest rumbling almost in frustration as he can’t seem to get enough of you.
“Why you love me-” You barely manage to stutter the words out before he’s back, his hips flexing against yours, sending a pang of delicious heat to your core.
Your hands grip into his vest, pulling him flush against you.
“Maybe so,” he breaks away, eyes wild, enamored by the red wreath of his coat collar encircling your head. The rough pad of his thumb finds your plump lower lip and folds it down.
“Unbutton,” he says, voice rough with command.
“Ask nicely.”
“And here I thought you knew me so well. Unbutton.”
You capture his thumb lightly between your teeth, tongue swirling once before you release. “You first.”
There’s a ruthless twitch of his scarred lip before he tilts forward to drag the blade of his nose across the delicate shell of your ear, warm breath tickling your neck.
“You drape yourself in my bloodied threads only to hide what lies underneath?” His low, coarse voice drops even further into a throaty pitch that travels straight between your legs. “I don’t think so, darling. Un-button.”
He knows he wins this game every time.
Exhaling a shaky breath, you do as he commands, intentionally slowing your movements, normally nimble fingers working at the top button for a long while as he murmurs praises into your ear. He nips at your jaw and you hardly hasten, a heady power washing over you as he pulls back, rapt, to watch you reveal the simple green dress beneath.
Long, sinful fingers play at the hem of the fabric, mid-thigh, before hitching onto the coat, traveling upward teasingly, his thumbs extending to stroke across your collarbone when he reaches it.
”You are striking,” he says, gentle sincerity padding his tone.
A twinkling warmth flares inside your chest and you catch onto his lips in another searing kiss as his grip on the coat moves downward and his thumbs brush alongside. Your mouth pauses on his, and you feel his curling, diabolical grin as he purposefully circles the sensitive skin of your breasts, eliciting a small whine out of you before he relents, dragging digits across the stiff, clothed peaks and quickly inhaling the gasp that follows.
Silco brings his hands around to your back, squeezing the soft flesh there and tugs you further into him, his cock an impossibly hard pressure against your lower belly.
As much as you’d like to take charge, command it was time he unbutton now, you’re too impatient, hands darting out to release him, but before you can he snatches hold of your wrists and drags them upward, placing them on an iron wrought bar, a part of the windows swirling, industrial design.
“Hands to yourself tonight, dear,” he says, folding your fingers carefully around the cold metal above.
“What is it, you wanna fuck me up against the window like this?”
Your intent is to lure, to shatter that patience of his, as stiff and iron as the rail you cling to, but your voice is undeniably ragged with want, and he hears every shuddering hitch of breath.
“In time,” he says simply. His breath fans across your cheek and his hands ghost down to your bare thighs, using ungodly long fingers to drag the hem of your dress up until your panties are exposed.
“But first,” he drags two fingers through the crease between your thighs, pausing to press into the soaking wetness collecting through the fabric covering your pulsing core. You may like to push at every turn, but you bow now to his command, gripping your fingers tighter around the bar above, nails digging into your palms. “I wanted to see just how hot it makes you, wearing my clothes like this.”
You thrash and release a pathetic, broken cry as he flips his wrist upward, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit.
He hums.
“I did have my suspicions.”
“Judging by the tent in your pants,” you gasp once you catch your breath, “I’m not entirely alone in this.”
He chuckles darkly, moving your panties to the side so he can dip two fingers into your drenched heat, alternating between brushing touches to your entrance and lazy circles around your aching bud as he observes your reactions to him.
You’re in distress, pushing your hips desperately to grind against his hand, but he stays in a relaxed rhythm, keeping his touches featherlight.
You groan in frustration and it’s only when your head thunks against the glass in submission when he pushes in just barely, and you clench around what little he offers, just one knuckle deep.
“Wearing it, does it make you feel powerful?”
Your answer is a clenched jaw.
Silco’s lips twitch and his fingers begin to pull out.
“Yes, yes, yes. It does. It does,” you whine and his lips find the delicate skin of your neck, pressing a tender kiss to your pounding pulse point.
“Makes me feel,” your brows knit together, eyes falling closed as he presses those two fingers into you approvingly, starting out an excruciatingly slow rhythm. “Makes me feel-”
His forehead presses against yours as he plunges deeper and swipes your clit with a rough digit, your words cutting short in a strangled cry.
“What’s that?”
Oh, he is such an ass sometimes. You fight through the thick cloud of lust and open your eyes, staring dazedly at the space between his brows.
“Makes me feel good. S-strong, even. In con-control. Ngh.”
He’s pumping faster now, thumbing that bundle of nerves with fervor and sending you into a near delirium at the pleasure of it all. Your arms tremble from the grip you maintain on the bar above you, everything in you wanting to run fingers through his hair, but knowing he’s always made your patience worth the while. His forehead pushes further into yours and it’s like he wants to fuse his body entirely with yours.
You continue.
“Like I’m about to get f-fucked by the most powerful man in the Undercity.”
“Stay still for me, darling,” he says, beginning a slow descent down your body, and you brace yourself in realization, legs trembling at the sight of the Eye of Zaun coming to a kneel before you, hooked thumbs dragging your panties down to your ankles as he does.
“Oh, you really are a wicked thing. Knew exactly what you were doing walking in here wearing this,” he says as he works you, his bladed nose pressing into the skin just above your clit, sending little puffs of air across the sensitive nub as he speaks. “My clever, beautiful girl. And so good to me. So. Good.” He emphasizes with a particularly devastating hook of his fingers that has you seeing stars, a shockwave of pleasure stoking the fires of an incoming climax.
Your voice is hoarse and pleading as he increases pace, as you approach release.
“I want to touch you.”
“You won’t,” he instructs simply and you stifle a sob.
Which turns into a choked hiccup as Silco burrows forward, tongue sliding impossibly hot and wet between the folds of your cunt, circling lazily around your clit before lapping at your weeping entrance, pushing the muscle as far as he can inside you.
You’re a moaning mess of writhing limbs, arms trembling uncontrollably, legs valiantly fighting the urge to squeeze his head between them, sweat beading at your brow as your climax approaches.
Silco drags the heat from your entrance to round your bud again before replacing his tongue with three fingers this time, pumping out a perfect, curling rhythm.
“Cum, sweetheart,” you hear him say through the blinding hot tension.
Your eyes squeeze shut and his soft lips find your clit and with a gentle suck and the teasing fluttering of his tongue, you shatter.
You don’t have control over the way you cry out, shoving back against the glass behind you with the overwhelming intensity, or the way your hands fall from the bar to bury in his hair, how you reactively grind against his face. But he never minds, a hum of pleasure vibrating from his throat as he pulls every last drop of pleasure from you.
The last whimpers wrench from your throat and before the dots in your vision even fade, you’re stumbling mad, stomping in an effort to rid yourself of the panties around your ankles, kicking off your shoes as well.
Silco stands unhurriedly, holding your gaze as he licks the remnants of your release from his fingers.
“I believe I said no touching.”
You mumble under your breath, legs jello as you grab the armrests of his chair, dragging it to the window.
“What is it exactly that you’re-”
“I love you,” you cut him off, railroading his surprised form until you’re shoving him into the waiting chair, crawling on top of him, your thighs spreading wide, bare pussy cold to the air, coat settling over his covered thighs. “I love you.”
You grab the lapels of his coat and pull him into a kiss, deep and savoring, tasting the bitter tang of yourself on his lips. He relaxes into your touch and you tighten your thighs around him, cradle his face, press further into his mouth and your chest tightens as it always does, at the knowledge that you’re the only one who can do this. The only touch that can make the King of Zaun melt as he does now, arms encircling your waist, grinding you against his front.
“I’m yours,” you say, working at the stubborn buttons of his pants and he doesn’t stop you this time, his eyes moving savagely across your face, hands working alongside your wriggling hips to untangle the dress from under your legs.
“I’m yours,” you repeat, taking him into your hand and pressing your forehead to his, stroking him once, twice.
“And I yours.”
His voice is gravel, tattered and ancient and released from the most primal depths of his chest.
You curve forward, allowing him a view over your shoulder of his Kingdom, the one he rules with an iron fist, you by his side. You kiss along his bladed jaw, before your mouth presses hotly to his ear, hardly able to catch your breath through the desperate, fresh bout of arousal that’s sunk its claws into you.
“Fuck me. I’m yours.”
A groan, short and harsh, is released from his chest in a rattling exhale at your words, his jaw dropping open just slightly as you move your hips against him. His hands roam every inch of your body, traveling up and down your spine, tracing the outline of your breasts, before falling to your hips.
He pulls you further into him, your face pressing softly against the cushion of the chair, and you know him, you know the heady power he feels with you clasped in his arms like this, looking out over the city he built from the ground up. Reaching down, you grasp his cock to align him with your entrance before lowering yourself down slowly.
“I want them to know,” you whisper, “It’s time they know.”
A growl tears from between his teeth and you hiss, and he is pensive no longer, hand snatching the back of your neck to pull you out from where you hide. He snaps his hips upward, filling you to the hilt, and watches a divine pleasure cross your face as you cry out, loud and sharp.
“Let them know, then.”
And you don’t hold back, allowing him to hear every yelp, every tattered moan that he unleashes from you as he fucks up into you.
“Janna, you’re perfect,” he grits, one hand gripping your hip, the other encircling your throat lightly, holding you there so he can spectate. “Perfect.”
And it becomes almost a breathless, brutal chant as he pumps his desperate need for you into your pussy like he’s in a close race for first place.
A second release is torn from you as you ride him, rising up swiftly enough that your jaw drops in surprise, noiseless as you’re crushed by powerful waves of bliss. You spasm around him, legs quaking like fury and it isn’t long before he reaches his own peak with a jagged groan, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he slams you down to the hilt, spilling himself inside you as you claw at the front of his shirt.
You don’t know how long you sit there boneless, slumped against him as he softens inside you, his hand carding through your hair again, dampened with sweat. Closing your eyes, you mumble lazily into his ear.
“Hey.”
You not so much see but feel the tired, amused smirk on his face as he answers.
“Hm?”
“Can every day be laundry day?”
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Thank you @x-amount-verbs for tolerating my chaotic timelines and helping me edit super last minute, as always (be honest, you wouldn't have me any other way).
This was taking a different, less dommy turn before my brain derailed and started a mad sprint toward what I know best. So, Cras, I hope I delivered a healthy amount of 'domesticity' and if I didn't, well I just hope I delivered something. Happy birthday, darling!
notes: my brain is literally mush .. also this is my first nsfw smut so lets see how it goes. also its 2am
currently thinking about sitting on Silco’s lap while he’s in his office.
a wet pool begins to form between your legs while his long fingers grip onto your thighs as you rut your hips against him, aching for more. you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face as he coos sweet nothings into your ear.
‘stay quiet for me darling… we don’t want anyone to hear how needy you’re being now do we?’
Hello, so I was wondering if you could either write a more 🍋-ish fanfic, if that’s your kinda thing, for Viktor or Silco, if you don’t write those kinda things emotionally sensitive reader with them???
Its one of the many reasonsI Viktor
Note: Im really had at writing gender netural readers when it comes to smuts. So Im just gonna be generic and make it a female reader sorry
"Night Jayce." She replied seeing Viktor still working.
She sighed walking up behind him, her hands quickly covering his eyes. He chuckled softly.
"Hello my dove." He spoke grabbing her wrist and bringing her hand to his lips, kissing her palm softly tasting sugar on them, "baking again love?"
Y/n smiled arms drapping around his shoulders and hands playing with his tie.
"You know it." Y/n smiled, kissing his temple nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
Viktor smiled looking at the ring on her finger.
"Thats new." He responded.
"Mhm..." she spoke, "My brother made it, he's thinking of starting a bussniess. Don't worry. Im still yours jealous boy."
Viktor chuckled kissing her wrist this time, Y/n spinning him around in the stool.
"For now." She teased.
"For now?" He questioned, she chuckling.
"Yeah. Who knows? Maybe some...tall,pale, lean, brown haired hottie with come and steal a kiss from me," Y/n smiled, "with hazel eyes that shine in the name of science."
He smiled at her, it was obvious she was praising him.
"He'll look up at me while sitting, holding my waist. We'll be in a lab just like this one." Y/n contuined, "he'll have that cute smile I love so much."
"What will his name be?" Viktor questioned.
"Hmmm." Y/n thought, "bob."
"Bob?" Viktor chuckled, "such an orginal name."
Y/n chuckled in return, leaning down kissing him happily he kissing back, pulling away softly.
"Mhm" he spoke, "bob will be angry."
Y/n broke into laughter "you think so?"
"Oh extremely."
They laughed together happy in each other's arms, kissing again smiles on there lips, it took a turn, a happy kiss melted in a much slower kiss, heads tilting slightly.
Viktor's hands tried pulling her down into his lap but she pulled away from the kiss.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Viktor apologized, "I shouldn't-"
"No. No you didn't." Y/n protested, "at how long we've been together I'd love to sit on your lap. I. I just don't want to hurt your leg."
Viktor rubbed a thumb over her jaw line.
"You won't I promise."
Y/n looked at him nervously, "its okay." He reassured.
Y/n nodded, slolwy taking a seat on his lap, she nervously sat down.
"See." Viktor smiled, "nothing to- Ow! OW!"
"Im sorry! I'm-"
She rushed off his lap, Viktor started laughing as she scoffed, "I really thought I hurt you!"
"You're fine my dove. I Promise." He smiled kissing her cheek softly, pulling her back into his lap, "see. Nothing to worry about."
"You're such a goof sometimes." Y/n smiled kissing him softly, "and you be happy I have the humor to take such a joke."
"How lucky, Aren't I?"
She shook her head lightly, "what am I gonna do with you?"
"Kiss me?"
"I like that idea."
Kissing each other once more Y/n intangled her fingers in his hair, he holding the small of her back rubbing circles, her shirt slowly riding up as she shivered into the kiss. His hand carefully slipping up the back of her shirt rubbing her back lovingly.
"Am I intrupting something?"
The two pulled away quickly all together. Y/n fixing her shirt and Viktor clearing his throat and pulling at his tie.
"Uh. No sir." Y/n spoke, "not at all."
Viktor rubbed the back of his neck his back turned to the professor embarrassed.
"What can we do for you Professor Heimerdinger?" Y/n questioned.
"I am looking for Jayce."
"Just left sir." Viktor commented, "Just before Y/n got here sir."
"Very well. Then Y/n I require your assistance."
"Oh. Uh." Y/n spoke, "of course yes sir. Have a good night Viktor."
"Good night Y/n."
"Please do try and sleep tonight? You need rest."
"Yes of course thank you."
After that Y/n left with the Professor, leaving the two filled with tension and embarssment. Viktor returned to there shared apartment. Y/n rushing home after her last assignments, ready to contuine with what they were doing before horribly cockblocked.
Making her way inside she quickly hung up her bag and coat.
"Y/n? Is that you?" Viktor called from there room.
Walking towards the room she started to unbutton her shirt, standing in the open door way she smiled at him, he sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Please don't tell me you've been unbuttoning your shirt since you left the labs."
Y/n chuckled as he smiled, "No. I just walked in the door."
He started to unbutton his vest, Y/n pulling off her shirt the rest of the way tossing it on the floor, his vest following as she walked her way over, he scooting back his legs onto the bed as she climbed over him.
"You look so good under me." She whispered to him leaning down she kissed his lips softly.
His arms wrapped around her, his hands on her bare skin. Y/n contuined kissing him, hands running through his hair a careful hold on the back of his head. His fingers pulled at her bra clasp, he gasping in success as he unclasped her bra.
Y/n sat up her knees used to hold her up as she pulled her bra off. He nudged her shoulder with his hand, she falling to the bed and he climbing between her legs, returning to kissing her. Kisses were heavy and full of longing, his hand cupped her breast making her moan softly into the kiss, skillfully with one hand she unbuttoned his dress shirt, he helped her pull if off as they sat up.
"Would you like your braces off for tonight?' Y/n questioned, a finger rubbing over the brace on his chest.
"If you don't mind."
"Not at all."
Y/n kissed him softly, helping his removed the brace of his chest kissing his shoulder softly along with his chest, he sighing in relief as she put it on the floor carefully, she moving down to his leg removing the brace with the same care and setting it on the floor as well.
Y/n smiled leaning up and kissing his lips again, Viktor running a hand through the back of her hair, fingers pressed up against her scalp. It was both sweet and sexy, longing filled each kiss with a happy tone.
Viktor pulled away, leaning down and kissing her collar bone. Y/n hummed happily, her hand running through his hair as he lowered with each kiss.
Groaning softly Y/n bit her lip, Viktor taking her bud into his mouth. She leaned back slightly, he taking her other breast into his hand, pressing his thumb to her bud softly. Moaning Y/n closed her eyes revelating in the soft touch. He switched buds, massaging her other breast softly.
"Viktor..." she called softly, he lifting his head in response, his hazel eyes filled with love.
"My love. Let me please you tonight." Victor spoke, slowly pushing her to the bed, and climbing above her, most weight on his good knee and arms.
"Are you sure?" Y/n spoke, hand raising up to carass his face, "I don't mind if you're-"
He chuckled, "My love. I promise. Please."
Y/n nodded, rubbing Viktors cheek, he leaning down and kissing her softly, it was a short kiss, the next one placed on her chin, and they slolwy dragged down, stopping at the hem of her slacks, unbuttoning them he slowly inched them off, her panties hooked on his fingers as well, she lifted up her hips he pulling her shoes off easily along with the pants and panties she once wore.
"Beatiful as ever my dove." Viktor praised kissing her thigh, pushing them apart from one another.
He contuined his kisses from where he left off, kissing downward, she shivered slightly, his head finding it's final place nuzzled between her legs
He ate at her softly, his hands holding her inner thighs keeping them spread. Groaning she rested an arm over her eyes.
"Viktor...please..." she pleaded.
The feeling was indescribable, she soft yet worked hard at her dripping cunt, only pulling away for a soft breathe just to dive back into her.
"You taste so sweet my love..." he praised softly.
Y/n meweled softly feeling his tounage invading her insides her hand ran through his soft brown hair only tugging on it slightly in response to the pleasure he'd been giving her.
The knot that had been formed since the small incident in the lab tightened more and more. Her breathes shallow as her moans followed, she on edge. Yet he pulled away wipping his mouth with the back of hid hand of any of her slick that dripped down his lips and chin.
She removed her arm from her eyes and looked up at Viktor who chuckled up at her.
"You just love teasin don't you?" She spoke out of breathe.
"What? Tease you? No." Viktor played dumb as Y/n pouted he chuckling as he leaned down kissing her softly, she kissing back.
They pulled away softly, heads resting on one another as one of her hands fell between them, her fingers working at unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks, he helping in pulling the rest of his chlothing down and off all the way.
There was a comfortable tense silence as they looked at each other, his deep dark hazel eyes filled with love and the longing to please her.
"I can get lost in those eyes forever..." Y/n spoke, his hands guiding her legs to spread apart more.
He took in a sharp breathe, his forehead pressed against her's.
"I suppose I should come find you." Viktor told her, "it'll be a shame to loose you."
"Come find me then?"
He nodded.
Y/n gasped feeling her insides slolwy being filled, he groaned softly, he slolwy sliding in her as she moaned softly the deeper he pushed.
"Viktor..." she called, "Viktor please..."
She let her head fall back softly moans falling from her touange. Fully inside her he slolwy pulled his hips back, rutting back into her softly. He leaving a moaning and arched mess of Y/n as he fucked her slow and soft.
Knots in his shoulders from working seemingly melted as he groaned softly, hips moving back at forth.
"How beatiful my love." He praised hand running from her hip up her body, earing a soft mewel in response.
He leaned down kissing her lips softly, she kissing back with a shiver.
"Mhm...Viktor..." she moaned into the kiss, hand running through his hair as his hips slowly sped up, "D.don't hurt yourself for me.."
"Do not worry my love-ah- I...mh..."
Viktor simply pulled her into another kiss, her hand running through his hair as he groaned into the kiss. His hips thrusting a final time before both melted. Both moaning loudly into the kiss as they finsihed togetger.
"F...fu...by all creation..." Y/n groaned, falling flat on the bed, Viktor still deep in her as he leaned down kissing her collar bone, slowly pulling out of her and falling besides her carefully.
Turning her head she seen him smiling at her, she only smiled back leaning over kissing him with a soft giggle.
He carassed her face with a few fingers in a smile, she nuzzling into his hand.
"You're the most beatiful thing I've ever seen." Viktor spoke, she smiling as he played with a strand of her hair.
She let a hand run through his hair, smiles never breaking from either of there faces.
"I'll run us a bath." Y/n spoke sitting up, but he tugged on her hand to keep her down.
"Just stay here my love." Viktor spoke softly, looking up at her leaned down form.
Smiling Y/n kissed him softly, "Mhm. I don't know. Bob may be angry when he finds me laying with another man."
Viktor laughed as Y/n rubbed a thumb over his hip bone.
"You're jokes know no end do they?" Viktor questioned.
Warnings:(18+) fluff, gentle smut, established relationship with SO reader, female oral receiving, PinV, biting, creampie.
Summary: It’s the morning after the first of many eventful nights with this esteemed scientist. You’re not an early bird but Viktor is a person of habit. He wakes you up with a plan to reenact all his favorite reveries from the last few hours, craving you every waking moment.
Heyhey could I get arcane peeps reacting go their s/o crying from pleasure during sex??? Love ur blog btw! Got notifs on :)
arcane + crying from too much pleasure
ft. Vander, Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, & Finn
cw: smut, fxf, fem! plus sized reader, soft dom, dacryphilia, toy use, overstimulation, slight manhandling in some, mentions of squirting, mentions of rough sex, calling jayce 'dumb pup', slight dumbification (just as a caution??)
Vander
Instantly slows down his thrusts, grunting with the way your legs hook around his lower back and beg him not to stop. You want him to be rough? You've got it. He'll throw both your legs over one shoulder, nearly folding you in half as his thick girth pushes back down into your swollen folds. His hand will find yours in the sheets, a reassuring anchor while he rearranges your guts.
"Your pretty little cunt is sucking me in. Never gonna leave. Gonna spill my load in ya. Would you like that, baby?"
Vi
Can only grin smugly using one hand to wipe away the tears that sporadically fall down your cheeks while the other one grasps the meat of your thigh to fuck into you with renewed fervor on her strap. Her mouth seals over yours, her tongue licking into your cavern softly tangling with your own.
"'M head feels so dizzy, can't think straight. Fuckin' you so well that you're crying? Fuck baby, this is a new record. Let's see how fast I can make you cream, hmm?"
Silco
Marvels with the way you sound, back arching and tits bouncing as he fucks himself into you. He'll bow his head down, mouth covering yours as he swallows your cries and increases his speed.
Jinx
Grins and pushes her strap deeper, her thumb swiping along your lower lip and pushing her thumb past your lips. The room is filled with a heavy, schlop, schlop, schlop sounds of her vibrating strap fucking into your messy cunt her own voice echoing out, intermingling with yours in the vast emptiness of her lair.
"That's it, bunny, takin' me like such a good girl. Feels good, yeah? Feels good for me, too. Gonna have you creamin' around me in no time. Wanna see you squirt, can ya do that? Squirt on my thick cock?"
Caitlyn
Retracts herself from you initially, turning off the vibrator and cupping your cheeks. Her thumbs smooth over your face and wipe away the tears. She needs to make sure that you're alright first before she even dreams of continuing. As soon as you check in with her and assure that you're okay to continue, she'll build the mood back up by licking your folds softly stoking the flame in your belly. It won't be long til she has you squirting for her.
"Are you all right, my love? Do you remember your safe word? Sea green, good, good. We don't need to continue-- are you sure? You were crying because it felt good? Well, then, how could I possibly deny my angel the pleasure she so desperately craves?"
Viktor
Very alarmed at first, thinking he's hurt you, but when you reassure him that it is quite the opposite his grip on you tightens. He uses what strength he does have to have you hovering about and inch or so from his lap to piston his thick cock in and out of your poor cunt. Viktor draws you in to a passionate kiss, his free hand stroking away any stray tears that linger. He'll have you wrap your arms around his neck as he picks up speed.
"Hold onto me, my love. I know, I'm fucking you so good, hmm? My perfect flower is doing so well for me. Gods. Can you hear how wet you are, my dear? The way your essence clings to me, it is divine. I am wholeheartedly and eternally yours."
Jayce
Another one to stop and check in on you but he's absolutely elated that you're enjoying it so much. He doesn't want to see you cry but if you're crying out of happiness--because he feels so good? Dumb pup is gonna keep fucking you as hard as he can if that's what you want. He'll part your thighs as far as they go, hands pinned to your hips. The bed is creaking loudly as it bangs into the wall and with the way you're moaning out for him-- everyone in Piltover oughta know who's fucking you so good.
"Yeah, babe, just like that. Keep moaning for me, I love hearing your voice. Fuckin' you so good you can't think, yeah? That's it, clench around my good girl. I'm gonna fill you up so well. You're not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. You're gonna have to call into work and let them know your fiancé fucked you raw--filled you up with too much cum, like the perfect princess you are--fuck, I love you."
Finn
Initially pretty surprised but it lights a fire within his belly and he can't help but match your moans, erratically humping into you like some wild animal until the only sound echoing throughout the bedroom is his skin smacking against yours and his loud moans bouncing off the walls. This man will not be quiet, forcing you to keep your tongue outside of your mouth so he can lick and suck at the appendage. Saliva dripping down your chins as he works himself into you as deep as he can go.
"Baby, if I would've known you liked it rough I would've fucked you a lot harder much sooner than this. I can barely fuckin' think straight you've really jumbled my brain, honey. Gods, you're dripping down me so much. Makin' it easy to slide you down my cock--you fit perfectly ya know? Like a glove."
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