⋆˚࿔ A, B, I, S, W.
Ingredients: Power Bottom!Lara Raj x Reader.
A = Aftercare
After, she’s quiet in the best way, curling against you like she’s claiming your warmth as her own. her fingers trace patterns over your chest, slow, deliberate, grounding. she murmurs against your shoulder, soft and husky, asking if you’re okay, if you feel full and safe. and you do. the tension leaves her muscles but lingers in her grip, in the brush of her lips against your neck, in the way she refuses to let go even as sleep tugs at your eyelids. you both breathe together, tangled, the world narrowed to skin and heat.
B = Body Part
Lara’s favorite body part of hers would definitely be the curve of her hips, the strength in her thighs that drags you into her, makes her unstoppable, makes you helpless. Yours? she’s obsessed with your hands, the way they fumble at her waist, the way they grip her ass when she takes the lead. Every joint, every movement, it’s a map of control and surrender, and she knows it intimately. When she braces against you, you notice the flex of muscle, the tremor of excitement, and she smiles, daring you to follow her.
I = Intimacy
She’s all eyes and teeth, teasing, laughing into your mouth, but it’s not just play. There’s a softness, a reading of you, the subtle cues you don’t even realize you’re giving. She leans into your reactions, presses into your chest, tilts her head so her lips hover just above yours before she finally takes the step, and in those pauses, those tiny hesitations, she’s offering you herself completely, every layer. She’s demanding, yes, but every motion is tethered to your body, to your reactions, to the way you melt into her control.
S = Stamina
She’s endless, a hurricane of movement and heat, never letting up. She bends into you, drags you down and lifts you up, rides your patience like a dance, always in control but never cruel. The rhythm changes with her moods, with the way she reads you; slow, crushing, teasing, relentless. And somehow she leaves both of you spent and begging for more. Her energy doesn’t fade until you’re both draped together, exhausted, bruised in the best ways, and she’s still smiling, still holding you, still triumphant.
W = Wild Card
Lara will pull you into corners, press you into walls, drag you across floors: anywhere she can claim. She loves the tease of risk, the sharp inhale when she bends you over a table or leans into a crowded room and presses against you. Her power bottom energy thrives on the thrill of it, the way your body stiffens under her insistence, the rush in your chest as she drives you to match her pace. She grins at your reaction, always pushing, always testing, and you’re helplessly caught in her storm.
