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౨ৎ⋆˖ ࣪ 𐔌 N loves being intimate with you and only you !
cw: afab!reader. smut/fluff. not proofread. n is WHIPPED.
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your mind is a little hazy on how this even started happening; one minute you and N are on the couch kissing innocently and giggling, and by the next time you open your eyes, he’s hovering over you on the mattress of his bed.
you share a few more deep kisses before N carefully makes sure to remove every single piece of clothing out of the way— with any type of fabric of yours becoming discarded on the floor. he removes everything so delicately, as if your body is porcelain and could be broken just by the tiniest aggression.
and honestly, it’s a little embarrassing when you see N’s eyes glaring all over your body; knowing that he’s analyzing every movement of your body by the millisecond. his blue orbs feel so deep, as if when he sees you, it’s automatically photographed into his memory. that’s how he always is— so observant of absolutely every single detail.
“mmhn—!” you whimper out, feeling his tongue drag through your folds.
N is a master at learning what you love and being meticulous about it; you’ve learned he loves taking his time and refuses to do anything less than make you feel good. so when he starts peppering kisses in your inner thighs and warm exhales against your pussy, you know he’s too far gone.
“haah, i can’t take it anymore!” you plea, your breathing fast and unsteady. instinctively, your thighs try to push themselves together, yet N’s hands make sure they never touch.
he rubs the side of your thigh lovingly, humming against your core. “you can do it, come on… please?” N asks sweetly. his voice is like sugar; it’s so intoxicatingly soft, cooing natural reassurance without a second thought. “you’re so beautiful.”
but even as N would love to continue pleasuring you with his mouth, the raging heat down in his own body is impossible to ignore.
“i love you,” he says; a declaration. a statement that can never be taken back, or ever be forgotten.
N does this every time during sex— you already know he’s as closed off as he is, so even dating him took a very long while. so having sex…? yeah, he’s for you and only you.
“i want to make you feel good, okay?”
you know what he wants; and you want it just as bad. he waits for your nod, and reaches to embrace your hand in his. but with one swift motion, he’s in you— and it’s… amazing. euphoric, even.
“oh, N!” you throw your head back in pleasure as he drags his cock in and out of you, your bodies mixing together. your whimpers and pleas rip out of your throat, exclaiming your pleasure every time you felt his dick sliding through your walls. “hngh, r-right there, please—! i-i’m gonna cum!”
N could get addicted to the way your voice sounds like heaven; he especially loves way your moans drag out when he bottoms out inside of you; the way your voice squeaks with love more and more as he hears plap! plap! plap! in the background. it’s overstimulating— and he loves it.
“hey,” N breathes out, still keeping a dizzying pace. “i love you, i love you— hah— d-did you know that?”
you cry out, “mhm, i-i love you more..”
and that’s all N needed to hear. “i love you. i love you, s-so, so much… let’s cum together, okay?”
dividers cred: @uzmacchiato ₊˚⊹ thank you !
౨ৎ⋆˖ ࣪ 𐔌 college student!corbeau x gn!reader
fluff headcanons : 0.7k words. not proofread
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college student!corbeau, who you start meeting because you need a tutor for your classes before you ultimately get put on academic probation. you (reluctantly) sign up for one of the on-campus student tutors, hoping that it’ll save you from the demise of doing a walk of shame back home and an earful from your parents.
college student!corbeau, who schedules with you to tutor every other day at the school library, but dread going. he’d lecture you like crazy, more than your actual professors, when you’d get something wrong. and if you got it wrong consistently, he’d get pissed! but it’s not like you can quit— after all, he’s the only tutor that works with your schedule. and if his insults don’t kill you, your parents would instead. so you decided to suck it up, because anything would be better than disappointing your parents i guess.
college student! corbeau, who, surprisingly, you stop disliking after a few more meetings with him. he has a sort of way of teaching that you actually start retaining the information, which feels like magic. despite his short-temper, he will stay hours with you even when it’s deep late at night to make sure you understand the material. once you started getting the hang of it, you actually recieved small praises from him— such as small bags of fruit snacks or cookies after a good session, or even words of encouragement. maybe the guy does have a heart after all?
college student!corbeau, who obviously has excellent grades, but you realize he has poor communication skills towards people his age. after meeting up with him what it feels like everyday, you start to see clumsy sides of him that break through his intimidating exterior. though he has a massive resting b*tch face, you find out that he volunteers in his free time when he’s not studying. that he’s always constantly moving around in one way or another, either by tutoring, volunteer work with clubs, studying, going to class… no wonder he has such obvious eyebags. it’s kind of… cute.
college student!corbeau, who you’ve been getting so close to after all this time being with him. it’s been only a few weeks since you started coming to him, but he started to feel like home. though it might’ve been a rough start, you find yourself looking forward to tutoring— not because of the material, but for him. you like— no, love getting to know him. weirdly enough, it like a breath of fresh air when he’s around. he’s opened up to you, and you’ve opened up to him. but does he feel the same way, or are you just imagining it?
college student!corbeau, who fell in love with you over time during your sessions. the way you were determined to fix your grades and how you refused to give up on yourself caught his attention first. then, everything about you. your smile carried grace, with your laughter being infectious like a virus in his head. how you listened well when he caught himself rambling, never interrupting him and always looking directly at him. you, your sparkling self, somehow made his heart vulnerable— a foreign feeling to him. he wanted you to be his, but didn’t have the guts to say it. after all, your relationship is strictly ‘professional’.
college student!corbeau, who has genuinely helped your grades improve in every class. you think it’s a miracle you got a 89/100 on your recent math test, when before, you were getting 49/100 at best. an absolute miracle, isn’t it?
college student!corbeau, who gives you an all too familiar smile when you show him your new results. he praises you with one sentence, saying you did an amazing job and he’s proud of you. the simple statement makes your heart sing; out of joy for passing, but also… you love the sight of corbeau’s expression. like a smile formed and crafted specifically for you.
college student!corbeau, who makes an earth shattering realization: there’s no reason for you to come back. after all, you already improved in your classes, so you’re not in jeopardy anymore… so, in a frenzied state, he blurts out something embarrassing.
“y-you know,” corbeau stammers. he already regrets starting his sentence, but… he has to finish it. “you… you still need tutoring.”
his face is burning hot; he refuses to make eye contact with you. “so don’t leave. i’ll keep being here, okay? here— here’s my number!”
college student!corbeau, who scribbles his number on a piece of paper, shoves it into your hand, and scurries away out of embarrassment. you let out a laugh, because god, he’s endearing in the most awkward ways.
college student!corbeau, who still tutors you months later, but as your boyfriend now <3
౨ৎ⋆˖ ࣪ 𐔌 vry nervous to post this as my very first x reader fanfic but i think i did ok ?! i’m also kind of new to posting on tumblr. thank u for reading ♡ i might make a pt.2 but nsfw ver. if ppl want (´∇`'')
dividers cred: @uzmacchiato ₊˚⊹ thank you !