do you still write gow NSFWs? if so could you write one with modi x fem reader i LOVE your work!
What was your name?
Warnings: P in V sex, Virgin Modi (if you squint), hand job, freaky ass reader, Fem reader, Modi is a tad shy.
A/N: I have been summoned, AND I LOVE YOU <3
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When Modi first laid eyes on you, a surge of heat rushed through him, his body betraying him in ways he couldn’t control. He wanted you. Needed you. The thought of your scent, the idea of having you close, consumed him. But Modi wasn’t like his brother: confident, fearless, or like his father, who never let him forget it. He was awkward, uncertain, always feeling like he came up short.
When he finally worked up the nerve to approach you, the words lodged in his throat. He stayed quiet, stealing glances when he thought you wouldn’t notice. But you did. Every time you turned to catch his gaze, he’d quickly look away, heart pounding.
“Let me buy you a drink,” you said first, your voice breaking the tension. You leaned in slightly, your hand brushing his arm, the simple touch sending a jolt through him. With a small smile, you motioned toward a quieter, emptier corner, and for the first time, Modi didn’t feel like a loser.
It didn’t take long for you to be climbing on that massive body, hands in his hair to kiss and claw at him. He’s almost whimpering under you, sliding down the brick wall outside of the pub to make it easier for you. He’s hot, sexy, pathetic and whiny. It’s everything you like. You’re on top, it’s obvious you’re calling the shots. When you pull his cloth to the side, you coo teasingly up at his pouting face. “So fat…you like me? Don’t you?” You drag a long nail up the shaft of his cock and his stomach rolls. He almost cums, just almost from such a simple touch that his face goes red from embarrassment.
You jerk him off first, eyes locked onto his as his pre cum lubes up his cock. He’s bigger than you, way taller and larger and wider. His cock is thick and heavy, at least 9 inches with a girth that makes your mouth water and a heat rush through your body.
Just when he’s about to cum, just when he’s finally gonna stop whimpering and bucking his hips, you stop. He wants to grab you by your arm and yell at you, but he chokes up when he sees you bending over for him, ass in his face as you shimmy off your panties. You reverse cowboy his legs, trying your best to align his thick cock inside of your pussy, but it keeps slipping. You want to cry, you want it sooo bad and so does he, so he just grabs your arms and slams his hips into yours.
His pace is fast and a bit brutal, his hands move to your hips and his fingers nails dig into your skin as he lifts you up and down like a doll. You can’t breathe, your heart lodged itself into your throat and your eyesight goes blurry. He’s still whimpering behind you, trying to keep a steady pace to get himself off, but he doesn’t know anything besides his fist.
You bring an arm back and cup behind his head, “g-good boy- feels so good.” You gasp out, and Modi almost cums at it. He’s never been praised, always put down and bullied, his mind races and he wants more of it so bad. “More-“ he tweets, and you bite your lip in bliss. “Making my pussy feel so good-“ it’s a bit of a lie, it does hurt, mostly because he slammed it in and sometimes his tip bruises your cervix, but the stretch is…unbelievable. “So good at this- my good boy!”
It doesn’t take long for your eyesight to go almost black, you stomach tightens and you choke on your own breath. You gush everywhere, all over his stomach and his legs, it leaves a creamy white ring on the shaft of his cock and when you tighten, Modi finally loses it and fills you up.
By the time you stop moving, modi’s whimpering in sensitivity and you lean back to capture his chapped lips into a kiss. You pull away, breathing hardly and ask:
“Smoking kills…” you spoke, sitting criss cross next to Shikamaru, one of your closest friends. He let out a raspy laugh, turning to look at you. “Ya…I know…” he took another drag of his cigarette, before offering you.
You found him on the hill by the lake, laying down on the damp grass, using his own arm as a pillow. He was watching the sky, nothing but the clouds really moving. Your hand grabbed at the half smoked cigarette and took a deep puff.
“Will you see me later?” You asked, offering him his cigarette back. Before you laid by his side, you turned to observe around you, see for people. When it was safe, you laid next to him and laid a wandering hand that started on his belly and poked a little into his pants, rubbing the happy trail of dark hair.
“Beg for it.” He teased, those half lidded eyes always had you in a chokehold. The way his hair spread out, those noises he’d make. That sudden surge of energy he’d get, so he’d fold you in half and-
“Earth to you.” He cut in, waving a thick, scarred palm to your face. He chuckled when you blinked rapidly at him, the wind causing your hair to move a bit. “Beg for it.” He repeated, “or I’ll go to my other-“ you cut him off by smacking his stomach.
“Ya…I’ll see ya.” It came out as a whisper, obedience lacing his voice.
I know like we haven’t ever talked! But I always wanted to be friends with you, cause I think you are so cool 😭 I love everything you write and I envy you <3 I hope we can become mutuals one day! <3
HIIIII BBY I HAVE HAVE AMAZING NEWS FOR YOU. WE'VE BEEN MUTUALS 🥺😘
