You were curled up on the couch in Suyou’s room, legs tucked beneath a blanket that he “accidentally” placed over you earlier. Suyou himself sat at his desk across the room, polishing one of his weapons with quiet focus… or at least pretending to.
In truth, he kept glancing at you every few minutes, checking if you needed anything, or if you were comfortable, or—though he’d never admit it—just because he liked looking at you.
The room was peaceful. Soft. Warm.
Until you scrolled through your phone and suddenly let out a soft gasp.
“Whoa… Ling looks so cool in this skin…” you murmured, zooming in on an artwork.
You smiled to yourself. “He’s so handsome. And the pose—ugh, he looks super strong here.”
The weapon in Suyou’s hand froze.
He didn’t turn around immediately. Instead, he inhaled slowly, pretending he wasn’t listening… even though every word struck him like a thrown dagger.
“…handsome?” he repeated quietly.
You didn’t hear him.
You were still scrolling. “Wow, look at this one—Ling looks kind of ethereal here. His hair… and his eyes… and—”
CLINK.
The weapon slipped from Suyou’s hand and hit the desk.
You jumped. “Suyou? Are you okay?”
He stood up a little too quickly, straightening his clothes and trying to regain his usual calm composure—but his expression gave him away. His brows were drawn, his lips tight, and his gaze lingered on your phone like it had personally offended him.
“Why are you… praising him so much?” he asked, voice softer than usual, but with a sharp edge.
You blinked.
“What? I just said he looks cool—”
“And handsome,” Suyou added immediately.
“…and strong,” he muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.
You stared at him.
“Wait—are you jealous?”
He looked away, ears turning red.
“I’m not,” he said quickly. “Why would I be jealous of… him?”
His voice dropped. “He’s always jumping from rooftop to rooftop as if gravity doesn’t exist. And everyone keeps calling him ‘mysterious’ and ‘cool’… tch.”
You tried not to laugh.
You failed. (🫵)
Suyou glared—though the glare softened fast when you stood up and walked closer.
“Hey,” you murmured, touching his arm. “I like Ling’s design, sure. But if you think I’d prefer him over you…”
His breath hitched.
Your fingers slipped down to hold his hand.
“…you’re wrong.”
Suyou swallowed hard, looking anywhere except your eyes.
“Then why did you say he was handsome?”
“Because he is,” you said truthfully, “but you’re the one I’m close to. The one I care about. The one I spend all my time with.”
His shoulders relaxed just a little.
“And,” you added softly, leaning closer, “you’re handsome too. Strong too. And honestly… I like you more.”
That did it.
Suyou’s face turned completely red, and he looked at you like you’d just shattered every rational thought he had.
He cleared his throat, trying to recover.
“…You shouldn’t say such things so casually.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” he whispered, stepping closer, “I might start believing you.”
You smiled.
“Good. Then believe me.”
Suyou exhaled slowly, his jealousy melting into something softer—warm, possessive, protective.
“…Don’t look at Ling like that again,” he muttered, gently taking your phone from your hand and placing it aside.
You raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
He leaned in, his forehead brushing yours.
“Because I want you to look at me like that.”
Your breath caught.
And when his hand found your waist, pulling you just a little closer, you realized—
Suyou wasn’t jealous because he doubted himself.
He was jealous because he wanted you.
Quote of the (every) day : A man who yearns is a man who earns 🙏🏻
Heyyy! I just found your blog and read all your works, I love your writing. Can I have a Ling x fem!reader NSFW scenario that Ling has his first time with reader? Thank you!
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Mobile Legends; Bang Bang
Pairing; Ling, You.
!! NSFW 18+ !!
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Warning(s); Male masturbation, Handjob, Teasing, Grinding, A bit of swearing, NSFW content.
Word Count; N/A
Second Person Perspective.
Pronouns used for reader: 'She', 'Her', etc...
Prompt;
"You regularly visit the Oriental Warriors. Each time you do, you bring Ling a feeling that can't sit right in his stomach."
The way to where the Oriental Warriors lived and trained in, was tough, but managable enough for you to reach it every weekend. Every time you went back, you'd count the days impatiently. The second it turned midnight on Friday, you were out the door and sneaking away from the camp you stayed in. Of course, you had a reason as to why you visit a place where they're training warriors to fight againts evil. You're a former caretaker of Chang'e, and had taken care of her when The Great Dragon started to take a liking to her cheery and adorably energetic personality.
Even when The Great Dragon had let you go, you still felt entitled to take care of them. Somewhat like a mother figure, as you stayed by and helped them in every way possible. Throughout the years, your visits became scarce, and you were eternally grateful to be able to visit every weekend. The warriors there were familiar when you come up in their conversations, because Chang'e doesn't stop running her mouth about how much she wanted you to be her mother!
Things like; "She's the best! She even helps me pick carrots for my bunny, Jade!", and "Her stories that she makes up are so cool! A princess fighting a bad guy because she wants to be a warrior!" Basically, she just repeats everything in different words. But can you even be mad at her? Her puppy dog eyes will drive you insane if you even dare think about scolding her for doing something wrong. Wanwan too talked about you, a lot when you were brought up. You were a big sister to eveyone! Well, everyone except Ling.
It's not because he hated you. He adored you, heck, he loved you! He just hates the fact that everytime he sees you, a different kind of adoration washes over his mind. And it doesn't help him sort it out. At all. He keeps having to avoid meeting your eye from across the room, just to keep his heart beating at a normal speed. He could have a conversation with you... if your voice wasn't so beautiful. Ling was desperate to hear your voice whining, he pumps his cock faster to the thought of you squeezing around him when he fucks you. Oh, how he so badly wanted you to visit at midnight and ride him until he-
"Ling! Right here, open the window and let me in!" Your voice surprised him, he jumped up from his position and quickly tucked away his twitching cock back in his boxers. Thank god the moon was covered with clouds, or else you would've seen him touching himself to the thought of you. "Just a moment.." He whispered, carefully climbing up the bed and opening the neatly crafted window to let you crawl in. You were about to fall after your upper body trampled down the opening, but Ling caught you, and gently shakes his head in disapproval. Well, he should have been shaking his head when he was masturbating, but whatever.
Your hand rubbed the back of your neck once he put you down on his bed. You scanned the room and looked back at him with a sheepish smile. "Hehe.. sorry. Were you about to sleep? I can make tea if you weren't. I didn't mean to come too soon.." What an obvious lie. You practically sprinted your life off just to reach the god damn place! Even Ling knew it after seeing the small beads of sweat fall down your neck. Shit, had he been staring? If so, he was lucky you didn't notice. "No.. I couldn't. Tea would be nice, though." He answered after prying his eyes away from your body.
With a huge smile. You hopped off and within a few minutes, came back with yours, and his favorite type of tea. The small spoons that Wanwan made with Chang'e looked so cute, you couldn't resist placing it next to the cups just because it matches! While you placed the tray down on the small table in the middle of the room, Ling was suddenly award of the small puddle of pre-cum that had stained his futon. Along with the realization, came the uncomfortable feeling of his clothes rubbing againts his still, somehow, hard erection..
He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, causing you to look up at him with a worried look on your face. "You okay? Are you dizzy? You're shaking.." You pointed out, standing up to check his temperature. His skin was burning to the touch. "I'm okay-." He tried to brush it off, but you weren't buying it. "I shouldn't have asked. You're really sick." Your voice was laced in humor, but really, you were worried for him. Who knows what kind of punishment he'll receive if he missed training. You certainly knew what.
Without anymore arguing, you made him sit down, moved the table close to him, and basically forced him to drink his tea. If you let his stubbornness build up, it'll be nearly impossible for you to make him do something he doesn't like. Though the way you acted towards his 'sickness' was rough, Ling couldn't help but admire while you went on about how he'll get in so much trouble if he misses training. Eventually, the tea was all consumed, and both of you were just chatting mindlessly.
The more time that passed by, the more you noticed how he sometimes turned away and places his palm againts his lap. Ling's voice was more ragged, and he soon avoided turning back to you entirely. "Ling?" You called, noticing the thick air of tension as he shifted and pressed his hand harder againts his thighs. That's when you finally inspected his futon and noticed the stain on his bed. He swallowed after the long silence, you'd figured it out. At least, you had part of it proven right. The rest were just question marks until he tells you if it's true.
The silence was unbearable, but both of you couldn't bring yourselves to talk. Your relationship was literally a walking 'just friends' type of thing, of course neither of you could talk. It would ruin the slow progress of your ever growing relationship. Well, you only live once. You gently pulled him into a hug once you got close to him, sure, it took him by surprise. But it was a nice surprise, that made him relax his body because of the comfort you'd provided him with. "I didn't know you felt that way." You muttered, not letting go of him when he tried to pull away.
He lowered his head, full of shame as he slowly released the pressure on his thigh. A small gasp of pain escaping his lips when more blood rushed to his cock from the lost of pressure. He was about to apply pressure again, but you took his hand and rested your chin on his shoulder. "Can I? You're not the only one feeling that way, you know." Ling could feel his face turn red when he subconciously nodded to your question. He was so used to agreeing to what you say, he hadn't noticed you were 'helping' him, until it was too late.
You've already taken hold of his hand and started rubbing his crotch area. And damn did it feel good to have you stroking him instead of his hand. His head leaned back againts your shoulder as you went on, your heart literally threatening to shoot out from your chest because of the bold action you were doing. You were sexually touching your longtime crush for— Who knows how long! It might've been a whole decade if you've been friends for a longer period of time. Two years, to be exact. Two years of not being able to confess your feelings, that is.
Maybe you should break the silence? He's been keeping his noises in since you started rubbing him harder, perhaps you should be able to induce him to let it out? "Ling, c'mon. Say something so I know you're still with me." You whisper, stopping your movements and making him gasp and close his eyes shut from the lack of attention, yet again. The silence that followed made you sigh. You traced circles on his back and continued pleading, only this time. You slipped your hand down and pulled down both of his lower clothes in one go. "You know, I'm not gonna continue this if you aren't gonna answer me."
Ling's eyes grew wide once the cold air hit his cock. You were the definition of gold and bold... minus the immodest part at least, because you started to trace your thumb on his slit. His tip twitched at the bare contact. No one had ever touched him before, only he, himself had. While the slightest touch and stroking continued, he couldn't hold back any longer, and let his mouth open, and his eyes close. The sound he let out made it almost impossible to not want to listen to it again. Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, then you started stroking him.
Ling could swear he felt heaven when the warmth of your hand collided, and tightened around his cock. The long strokes and gentle rubs on his tip brought him to the edge faster than he had ever done before. And soon enough, long ropes of cum dripped out from his cock— your name being present in his lips while you helped him ride out his inevitable orgasm. His hips kept rutting upwards, and overstimulating himself when you weren't paying attention. You were more attracted to his uneven breathing and light whimpers. Who wouldn't be, really? He's that one pretty boy who's dead silent until something peaks his interest. So this? This was a chance to memorize the moment perfectly.
You stopped stroking him after you made sure he's spent, and burried your face in his neck. Ling cleared his throat and looked back at you. Surely, you know how suggestive your position looked, right? Both of you enjoyed the shared body warmth, then Ling turned around to look at you. You gave him a smile when he did, and his heart fluttered at the action. "We already finished this.. but do you wanna take it a step further?" He asked you, shyly avoiding your doe-eyed look. "Step further how?" You ask, teasing him while he panics and look away from you even more. A lighthearted laugh escaped your lips as he acted like a flustered highschool boy, talking to his crush.
After a moment of teasing him, you stopped. Crawling over to him and stradding his lap. Ling turned red from how your crotch was so close to his now hard cock once more. "I'm kidding, of course I do. But are you sure you want to?" He looked at you hesitantly, but thought back to the erotic scene he had made up before you visited him. Well, surprised him to be more precise. He swallowed the lump in his throat and kissed you straight on the lips— Not even moments later, you found yourself making out with him, legs on either side of his waist as you grind againts his cock.
Your mouths were tightly pressed together while your tongues passionately switled around each other. The boiling in your core slowly appeared and grew as the grinding continued. Both of your moans were swallowed in the passionate session, the room became hotter the more time it went on, and after pulling away— with a strand of saliva connecting your lips. He helped you shimmy your pants off, then your underwear before pressing the tip close to your entrance. His breath hitched at the realization, and stopped you before going too far.
"You're.. we're both inexperienced. Are you even okay with me taking your virginity?" He asks, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggle slightly at what he said. "If you're inexperienced, I'm taking your virginity as well. We're both receiving and giving. It's pretty fair to me." You told him, waiting for an answer, while waiting however. You could feel the warmth of his cock below your entrance, you were desperate as well. You wanted so badly to slam your hips down, but you knew the pain and consequence that might happen if you overstep his boundaries.
"Okay. But call out if it hurts, okay? I don't want to be the one that cause you physical pain.." He finally speaks up, you nodded and stroked him one last time before lowering your hips, his tip broke the tight entrance of your pussy, then both of you groaned out in pleasure. Even though the pain sucked, you sucked it up and kept lowering yourself until you felt full. He fully bottomed out inside you, and he sighed deeply and pushed your hips down to grind againts his pelvis. The friction and pulsing of both of your pleasure caused you two to moan out. But the loud volume quickly caused the two of you to shut up.
The grinding resumed, and Ling couldn't be anymore dizzy from your pussy surrounding his cock. You were the same as well, being obsessed with the soft pulses, and twitching of his cock inside you. Never once did you feel so full inside, except for that one time that you stuffed your face with Baxia's oddly excellent, and delicious cooking. You were full and content then, now you felt the same at this very moment. But better, in some way. He almost forgot how to talk, until you started lifting your hips up. The strangled, but quiet cry he let out after you pushed your hips back down sounded like a beautiful melody.
You repeated the motion, again and again, until you started doing it subconsciously. Your head stayed next to Ling's, both of your labored breathing being heard as the movement stimulated you to feel the lust flowing through your heart. You could practically feel the pulse on his cock when you bottom him out inside of you, and each time you do. You brought both of you closer to the edge of a very huge orgasm. He took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, thrusting his hips up into you, barely letting you take control of the pace as he swallowed every single moan you let out.
He might as well pull away from your lips, because the floor was becoming flimsy from the rough pace he picked up. He kept pumping, and thrusting his hips up so his cock could fill you up again and again. Both of your minds were hazy with lust as he started rubbing your clit. The friction making your eyes roll back, and the constant clench you were doing around him making his cock twitch constantly.
At this point... you should just ride him until the whole night and next day passes by. You have the whole weekend to build your relationship, after all.
I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3
