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Pent Up | Sensei Wolf x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has gone too long without her lovers touch

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, chøking, slight domination, smut with plot

Word count: 1.5k

Not proof read

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# HIDDEN, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF

ㅤㅤ★ SUMMARY !

× You’re a sensei for the Iron Dragons alongside Wolf, but your relationship is far from just professional.

ㅤㅤ★ WARNINGS !

× Just kisses and Wolf being irresistibly attractive.

ㅤㅤ★ NOTES !

× I got a little excited to write hahaha. I'm completely in love with this man and soon I'll bring you more oneshots of him!! Don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog to help with visibility! I’d also be thrilled if you followed the account 💗

( REQUEST ) . . . 🥋

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The Sekai Taikai gymnasium buzzed with the energy of competing teams. Voices blended with the sound of punches landing on punching bags, instructions from senseis, and the rhythmic pounding of footsteps across the training areas. You stood with the Iron Dragons team, observing your students training in a reserved corner.

As a sensei, it was your duty to ensure each student was focused, prepared, and confident for the tournament. But amidst your attention on the fights and strategies, your mind kept drifting to him: Sensei Wolf, your partner in the dojo and in something much more complicated, secret, and… irresistible.

To others, the two of you were the perfect duo—leaders whose approaches balanced one another. He brought strict discipline and an imposing presence, while you complemented him with motivation and empathy. This harmony made the Iron Dragons a feared and admired team. Yet, behind the lights and away from watchful eyes, there was a line the two of you had crossed long ago, buried beneath a professional facade.

From where you stood, you caught sight of him across the gymnasium, surrounded by tournament officials. Impeccably dressed in his tailored gi, standing confidently, he seemed to command the entire room with his presence alone. When your eyes accidentally met across the room, time seemed to slow. That silent gaze carried an intensity that made your heart race.

“Sensei?” One of your students’ voices called your attention, pulling you back to reality.

You blinked quickly, trying to regain focus.

“Yes?” you responded with a slight smile, but you couldn’t help sneaking one last glance at Wolf before returning to your instructions for the student.

When the afternoon’s training concluded after the preliminary competitions, the gym began to empty. Most of the Iron Dragons team had already left, leaving the space in a comforting silence. You stayed behind to organize the equipment and review strategies for the next day. Quiet moments like these were rare during tournaments, and you took the opportunity to breathe and align your thoughts.

Then you heard firm footsteps behind you, echoing in the empty space.

“I knew I’d find you here,” Wolf’s deep voice resonated, warming the air around you.

You turned slowly, trying to maintain a neutral expression, though you knew he was an expert at reading every nuance on your face.

“Someone had to stay and organize things since you were busy socializing,” you replied with hint of teasing, crossing your arms.

He smirked, that half-smile that always made your defenses falter.

“I wouldn’t call it socializing. It’s political survival,” he shrugged, running a hand through his tousled hair. “But what’s with the look?”

You hesitated but knew it would be pointless to lie.

“Just tired. Training was intense today. I want to make sure the students are ready for tomorrow.”

He tilted his head, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that seemed to see beyond your words.

“They will be—because they have you,” he said firmly, but there was something more in his tone, something that made your heart skip a beat. “But who’s taking care of you?”

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. He had that effect on you—pulling truths you didn’t even know you needed to admit.

“I’m fine. I always am.”

He stepped closer, reducing the distance between you, and the warmth of his presence made your breath catch.

“You carry everything alone. I know it’s part of who you are, but it doesn’t have to be… not with me.”

His words completely disarmed you. He wasn’t just talking about the tournament, and you both knew it.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you whispered, barely audible, more to yourself than to him.

A small smile curved Wolf’s lips as he murmured, “Good thing you don’t have to find out.”

Before you could react, he took another step, and the world seemed to disappear. His hand rested on your waist, gently pulling you closer, while his eyes remained locked on yours. Your heart was pounding so fast it felt like it echoed through the empty gymnasium.

Then, he tilted his head, and his lips met yours.

The initial touch was soft, almost hesitant, as if both of you were testing the boundaries of a line you’d already crossed long ago. The world around you faded, and all that mattered was the heat of the moment. Slowly, the kiss transformed into something more intense, a release of all the repressed emotions buried beneath your professional veneer.

You felt his hands grip your waist more firmly, pulling you even closer as if to eliminate any space between you. Your hand instinctively rose, touching the fabric of his gi, feeling the tension in his shoulders, as though he was holding himself back from completely losing control.

The kiss was a delicate dance between urgency and care. On one hand, there was the rush to make up for lost time, to convey in seconds everything you had kept hidden for weeks—perhaps months—while being consumed by preparations for the Sekai Taikai.

The soft sound of your mingled breaths echoed in the silence of the empty gym, and the presence of him—strong, secure, and yet vulnerable—made your chest tighten in an almost painful way. When your lips finally parted, neither of you seemed willing to pull away entirely.

He kept his hand firm on your waist, while the other gently rose to touch your face. His fingers brushed your skin softly, as though he wanted to memorize the moment. Your eyes met his, and the intensity in Wolf’s gaze made your breath falter again.

There were no words, but the silence between you spoke louder than any speech could. There was a promise there, something deep and sincere that went beyond what you could express with gestures or words. He didn’t need to say that it wasn’t just a fleeting moment — it was written all over his face, in the sparkle of his eyes, in the way he still held you as if afraid you might disappear.

"This was risky," you murmured, your voice still trembling from the impact of the moment, your emotions oscillating between the adrenaline of what had just happened and the fear of being caught.

Wolf tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of confidence and something deeper, something he rarely showed to others. His smile appeared slowly, that smile that seemed reserved only for you, full of warmth and an unshakable certainty that nearly made your knees buckle.

"It was worth it," he murmured, his deep voice reverberating so close that you felt it more than heard it. Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours again in a quick kiss, but one filled with intent.

When he pulled away, his fingers lightly brushed against your waist before finally letting go, leaving an emptiness that anchored you in place. He didn’t step back immediately, as if wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible.

"Goodnight, Sensei Y/S," he said softly, his voice steady but with a tone that sounded almost like a promise.

You stood there, watching as he walked away with calm steps, each movement reflecting the confidence that made him the leader he was. Yet, there was something different about him in that moment, as if that kiss had fractured something in his usually controlled demeanor.

When he reached the gym door, Wolf stopped and looked over his shoulder, giving you a look that seemed to carry more weight than any words could express.

"You..." He began, his deep voice tinged with something that sounded like hesitation, something you rarely saw in him. Your head shot up quickly, your eyes locked on his, almost as if afraid to lose the thread of what he was about to say. "Do you want me to walk you to your room?" The question came out with his usual ease, but there was something more, a softness that only you seemed to notice.

For a moment, you considered declining, but the words died in your throat. The idea of walking beside him, even for a few minutes, was too tempting to resist.

"Sure!" you replied, trying to sound casual, though you felt the heat rising in your face. You gestured toward the corner where your bag had been left. "I'll just grab my bag."

He nodded, leaning against the doorframe while waiting. As you walked toward your bag, each step felt more conscious with his presence in the background, his eyes clearly following your movements.

As you gathered your things, you couldn’t help a faint smile at the irony of the situation. That man, always so confident and commanding, now seemed almost vulnerable in a subtle way, offering something as simple as company. But at the same time, there was a clarity in his intentions that you couldn’t ignore: this wasn’t just a casual gesture.

When you returned to him, Wolf straightened his posture, his eyes shining with that same warmth that always made your heart race.

"Ready?" he asked, with a small smile you recognized as the beginning of something lighter, as if he was trying to ease the tension.

"Yes." You replied with a small smile, but feeling your heart race.

He held the door open for you, a simple gesture but still laden with care. As you walked out of the gym together, the silence between you was comfortable but full of meaning. Each step felt closer, each glance exchanged more intensely.

The walk to your room was marked by a comfortable silence. You and Wolf walked side by side, your footsteps echoing softly as a nearly palpable tension hung in the air. Occasionally, your shoulders would lightly brush, and each contact, even if casual, made your heart race.

When you reached your door, you stopped and turned to him, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation rise in your chest. Wolf crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly to look at you, the same calm and confident smile always playing on his lips.

"Well, here we are," you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice came out softer than you expected.

He took a small step forward, his proximity making your heart beat even faster. His eyes, intense and fixed on yours, seemed to examine every detail of your face, as if trying to commit the moment to memory.

"Make sure you rest," he murmured, his voice low but full of genuine care. "Tomorrow’s going to be a long day."

You nodded, unable to look away, as if something in that moment made it impossible. There was something else he wanted to say, but he seemed to hesitate, as if choosing the right words.

Then, without warning, Wolf leaned in, closing the distance between you. His hand lightly brushed the side of your face, and before you could process the gesture, his lips found yours in a brief kiss, but one filled with tenderness. There was no rush, just a deep and silent affection that seemed to encapsulate everything you shared.

When he pulled back, your eyes met again, and his smile seemed softer, almost shy, a rarity for someone so confident.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper, as if wanting to preserve the delicacy of the moment.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he had already stepped back, walking down the hall toward his own room. For a moment, you stood there, watching as he moved away. Before turning the corner, he cast one last glance over his shoulder, and the smile he gave was so genuine that it warmed something inside you.

"Goodnight…"

When the door to your room closed behind you, an involuntary smile spread across your face, as if he had engraved it there without permission. It was impossible to avoid. Every detail of that moment — the touch of his lips on yours, the softness with which he held your face, the intense gaze you shared before and after — everything seemed etched in your mind like a scene you knew you’d replay countless times.

Leaning against the door, you let out a long, deep sigh, feeling as though a wave of emotions had swept over you. The warmth of the kiss still seemed present, pulsing on your skin like an invisible mark only you could feel. Your hand instinctively rose to touch your lips, still tingling, as your mind whirled between confusion and euphoria.

"Stop it, Y/N… You can’t fall for him," you murmured to yourself, trying to give the words a firm tone, but your voice sounded more like a desperate plea.

You stepped away from the door, crossing the small room with slow steps, as if the weight of your thoughts made each movement more difficult. Absentmindedly, you arranged your bag on the chair and stopped in front of the mirror. Your reflection seemed to stare back at you with the same confusion you felt. Your eyes shone brighter than usual, and the blush on your cheeks was unmistakable.

"He’s your colleague, your partner…" You shook your head, as if that could dispel the whirlwind in your mind. "This can’t work."

But the memory of that smile, the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world, made the "can’t" seem insignificant. It was as if every time you tried to convince yourself otherwise, your mind was flooded with all the shared moments, stolen glances, and subtle touches that always said more than the words you dared to speak.

You walked to the bed, sitting with a sigh, your fingers trailing over the sheets as if you needed something solid to hold on to. Your heart still beat in an erratic rhythm, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the image of him standing at the door, looking over his shoulder, as if leaving something unsaid between you.

"He shouldn’t have done that…" you whispered, but the truth was that you couldn’t regret it.

Lying down slowly, you pulled the blanket over yourself, but the warmth you felt didn’t come from the fabric. It was his memory — the kiss, the touch, the look. Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on the next day, on the tournament, on the students. But instead, the last thing that crossed your mind before succumbing to sleep was his smile and the feeling that, maybe, just maybe, it might all be worth it.

royallyprincesslilly

Title: I Got You** {One-Shot}

Lewis Tan x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Fluff, Mild to Moderate NSFW, Mild to Moderate Smut

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Lewis takes notice that you’re having a hard day, so he pushes everything to the side to make it easier.

Note: This is for @munteanhorewrites I hope this make you feel all fluffy, doll. 💜💜

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

***Mildly Interactive***

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The way you kissed him goodbye this morning was weighing heavily on his mind. He was so in tune with you that it was easy for him to decipher how you felt. Depending on the kiss he got, he could determine if you were happy, feeling flirtatious, sad, angry, or even annoyed. This morning’s kiss was a detached one that left the taste of melancholy on his lips. He’d wanted to pull you back to him and badger you until you told him what was wrong, but time was once again against him.

Four hours into this shoot, and he was still at it. He’d never had more than fifteen minutes to himself, and even then, he was still working. Either it was doing small interviews and web appearances, or it was answering emails. He always tried to find a balance in his life. A balance to give you the attention you deserved, but the last few months had been difficult because his name was coming up more and more for potential roles, which meant many more meetings.

Finally, with some time for himself, he dialed you. After three rings, you picked up.

“Hi babe,” you said, your voice low and dejected.

“Hi, princess. How are you?”

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