#sett x reader

[bladeoflove-garden]

Y/N: “Why is there pasta stuck to the ceiling?”

Character: “Dear, just sit down. This is not the time to ask questions. Since you have been working so much, today I made you an unforgettable dinner.”

Y/N: “But the potato is black.”

Character: “I said unforgettable, not tasty.”

Kayn / Sett / Ekko / Draven / Ezreal

~~ 🍲

[bladeoflove-garden]

(Heartsteel)Sett -"Invisible to him" (drabble)

❈ Warnings: no one.

❈ Words: ~ 300

I usually use (__) to indicate the space where you can add your name — or whichever name you prefer.

≫ Masterlist

Sett decided to go down himself to buy coffee and donuts at the nearby bakery — he needed to get out of that cramped backstage chaos for a bit and breathe some air in an open space. And of course, between a few refusals and acceptances, he had to jot down a list on his smartphone with everyone’s orders — except yours, since Sett was already heading out when you approached Ezreal’s chair to fix the boy’s hair for the photoshoot happening in a few hours.

— Hey, Sett, aren’t you forgetting about (___)?

K’Sante called out to him from the doorway. Embarrassed, you shrugged, ignoring that small sting that demanded attention when you realized you were practically invisible — especially to Sett.

Confused, Sett turned around, immediately meeting your eyes.

— Hm? Ristretto Flat White?

Blinking in surprise, you nodded.

— With sugar?

You nodded again, your shoulders drawing in tighter as your heart began to race.

— Extra shot of milk?

— … Yes; how did you…?

Sett grinned, proud, already walking out.

— Yeah, yeah, babe. I already know how you like your coffee. I’ll be back in a bit.

The silence Sett left behind made all the Heartsteel boys turn toward you with suggestive smiles on their faces; frozen, you stared at the same spot where Sett had just exited, not knowing how to react upon realizing that Sett paid attention to you enough to know such a small and personal detail like that. A detail that, of course, you had never personally mentioned to anyone before.

With a dramatic sigh, Ezreal complained, watching you through your reflection in the mirror.

— (___), if you mess up my hair because you’re standing there drooling over Sett, I’m going to sue you.

Hope you enjoyed!

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[bladeoflove-garden]

Sett - "Best friends... for a while" (one-shot)

❈ Warnings: Mentions of an abusive relationship; mentions of violence.

❈ Words: ~ 730

❈ Synopsis: you and Sett have been long-time friends, and he accepts your relationship with another man… until it starts hurting you — literally.

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Oh, and I usually use (__) to indicate the space where you can add your name — or whichever name you prefer.

≫ Masterlist

You hunched your shoulders when Sett’s fist slammed against the table when Sett’s fist slammed against the table, making the cup and spoon tremble. The vastaya leaned over you, strong muscles braced around your space as his hands pressed against the back of the chair where you sat, his gaze too severe, too demanding for you to meet.

- Who. Did. This?

He repeated it for the fifth or sixth time, and your answer was always the same: you turned your face away and stared at the peeling baseboard on the other side of the room. He knew who it was. He knew who had done this to you. But it wasn’t the first time — and Sett knew it wouldn’t be the last. He was tired of watching from the sidelines. If he had ignored your pleas and beaten your boyfriend the first time it happened, none of this would be repeating itself.

Sett clenched his fist, forcing his anger down, taking a few deep breaths. In a gentleness that clashed violently with the rage burning inside him, his hand rose to caress the bruised side of your face, marked in shades of red and purple. Your body flinched instinctively at the touch.

- This has gone on for far too long, (_). You don’t… It’s cruel to expect me to stand still and watch this.

“The gentleness made your eyes well up—not from pain, but because it seemed to soothe it, as Sett’s skin moved up and down so softly over your bruised cheek. Even so, you shook your head in refusal.”

— Sett, I… I don’t want anyone getting hurt because of this, and—

Another punch hit the table.

— You’re already hurt, (___)!

Sett knew he should calm down, that his state wasn’t helping you. But he couldn’t stop — he’d been swallowing this anger for far too long at your request. “It won’t happen again, I promise,” was what you always told him. Months later, another mark on your skin. And to deepen the pain even more, he knew you tried to hide them from him. This time, though, there was no clothing long enough to hide your face.

— You’re my best friend, Sett. Please. I need at least one person who listens to me and—

Best friend.

“When you began to fall in love with that other man, Sett accepted staying on the sidelines because he saw how that man made you laugh and blush, full of life. He accepted taking second place even though he had known you for years, because he recognized the passionate light in your eyes—and even though it was directed at another man, Sett refused to be the one to put that light out.”

But this was too much.

He wasn’t acting like himself anymore. Since when did a coward like that cross his path and walk away unpunished?

The vastaya shook his head, straightening his body until he stood fully, the feeling of rage swallowed in a single motion, burning down his throat and chest.”. Arms crossed, his expression serious, Sett stared at you. And you knew that look. It was the same look he wore when he accepted a fight everyone said was too much—and Sett won it.

— Best friends…

He repeated it in a low, deep voice, the air taking on the weight of imminent danger.

— For a while, (___). For a while.

(...........)

The fight was delayed. The crowd was irritated. The sponsors, furious.

Where was Sett? Even if he wasn’t the one fighting, the match only began when the boss gave the signal.

Around the entrance of the arena, the distant crowd seeming to belong to a world different from your own, you paced restlessly, anxious with the certainty that something wasn’t right. After your conversation, Sett had left without another word, and for an entire day no one had heard from him.

— Here, (_)! He’s back! He’s in there…

But you already knew where he was. Your feet knew the way on their own, leading you straight to the room where he usually prepared. And bursting in without knocking or asking permission, you found him sitting on one of the benches, wrapping his fists stained with blood — blood you knew did not belong to Sett.

When he lifted his head, your gazes met. No words were needed; in that tense silence, something was said that only your heart understood, and a strange, unexpected relief washed over you.

Your eyes welled up against your will. Your legs faltered under your own weight. Feeling that way was wrong. He was your boyfriend, you couldn't...

— It’s over, (_).

Sett said it knowing that only the two of you there understood what was truly being said.

— There won’t be a next time anymore.

❤️🌖Hope you enjoyed!🌖❤️

[lupinepaws]

wag n' tails | SFW fluff

sfw, one-shot hc drabbles gender ambiguous reader

— sett, komano manato, arataki itto, varka, & your favs <3

maybe he doesn't even have a pair of ears and tail to suffice—but that doesn't stop him from enjoying scratches all the same.

All it takes is the soft soothe of your hands to knock him right down a few notches. He could be feeling boastful or even snarky in his appeals that day, but you've learned that there's a little "reset button" tucked right behind his ears.

It's not a front he likes to show around their peers; in fact, it's quite embarrassing the way he gets. Protests melt right into rumbling mumbles when you comb your nails through his silky hair, and he turns into putty in your hold. When he's bold enough, he'll lean his nose right into the crook of your neck, expecting you to move your hands in that magical way. His favorite is knowing his heavy weight—he'll sprawl himself right on top of you so you have no choice but to abide! He tucks his face into your chest, unable to comprehend any of your words with the way you're playing with his hair. You gently brush your fingers along and up the nape of his neck, and it sends warm tingles right down his spine.

It doesn't help that he's such a heavy sleeper; you may just be stuck for all eternity as long as he's practically drooling and snoring on top of you. Maybe, just maybe he will stir if he noticed that you've stopped.

[bladeoflove-garden]

Who fell first / Who fell harder

APHELIOS / JHIN / SETT / SYLAS / VIEGO

❈ Warnings: Only in Viego’s section (and maybe Jhin): unhealthy relationship dynamics.

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≫ Masterlist

≫ Kayn / Shen / Yone

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

────≫ Aphelios

❈ Who fell first: You

❈Who fell harder: Aphelios

🌖Aphelios is far too focused on his mission to realize he might be in love, so you’ll have to endure the title of “just a friend” for a while.

🌖To him, the excessive concern for your safety comes from the fact that he doesn’t have many people in his inner circle: for years, it was only him and Alune (even if in the spirit realm) until you arrived — and once you did, the door closed.

🌖Ah, my dear. When this boy realizes that you matter to him more than his own life… rest assured, it will be a love of devotion.

🌖Perhaps the word love wouldn’t be the first to come to mind when naming what binds him to you, but loyalty is a word Aphelios understands — and lives — very well.

You may rest now, for this boy’s heart now rests only in yours.

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────≫ Jhin

❈ Warnings: Unhealthy relationship warning.

❈ Who fell first: Jhin

❈Who fell harder: Jhin

4️⃣From the moment Jhin laid eyes on you, the world took on new colors — those painted in the hues of your existence.

4️⃣You are his new muse, the source of his inspiration.

The palette from which he draws the passion that will unravel the world.

The poetry Jhin has never stopped reading since the first moment he discovered you.

4️⃣Whether you return his feelings or not, yours will never reach the intensity of the passion with which Jhin dissolves himself into you.

4️⃣Is it an act of courage to allow yourself to be loved by Ionia’s greatest assassin? Yes.

But Jhin will know exactly how to cherish the price you pay to be by his side.

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────≫ Sett

❈ Who fell first: You

❈Who fell harder: You

🤎From the moment you set foot in those lands, you heard Sett’s name whispered through the village conversations. And even if his reputation frightened you just a little, it only took a few encounters between the two of you for your heart to start wanting more of that man — and for your body to give in even before you did.

🤎Sett is intense. Magnetic. Contagious. At the same time, serious. Protective. Irresistible.

Dangerously irresistible.

🤎And the moment he realizes the effect he has on you will be the exact moment you’re doomed: Sett doesn’t lose fights — including the ones of the heart.

So prepare yourself for subtle provocations and knowing winks — especially in public. Sett loves watching you falter when your feelings are nearly exposed, laid bare by him.

🤎But let’s make one thing very clear: “you fell harder” does not mean Sett fell less.

The moment this man decides, “She’s mine,” then you are his — and Sett will dive into the relationship body and soul. And fists, should anyone try to mess with you.

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────≫ Sylas

❈ Who fell first: You

❈Who fell harder: Sylas

⛓️Sylas’s subconscious is already programmed not to trust, and nothing demands more trust than love. So even if everything is aligned for Sylas to fall first, you are the one who ends up forced to accept it: you were in love — but it felt as though he would never see you that way.

⛓️Until the first test of trust arrives, where you naturally act as yourself and prove to Sylas that you stand by his side and no one else’s.

Here, you earn the first opening.

Sylas will resist. He will fight it. He will try to push you away — all because he begins to want you more and more within his life, and that feels dangerously unsafe to him.

⛓️He is deeply afraid of losing you. And at first, he will walk a tightrope: nightmares of you stabbing him in the back haunt him. But you, with your steady love — and the opening he slowly allows you — begin to stabilize that ground for Sylas.

With perseverance and patience, you become the only person Sylas truly trusts — besides himself.

⛓️That is why, when you start sleeping together, Sylas holds you a little too tightly in his sleep, and is far from happy when you ask for a bit of space at night — more than one serious argument has started that way. Don’t push him away; it all runs deep, rooted in trauma, loss, and betrayal, and you have become far too precious for Sylas to allow himself to lose you.

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────≫ Viego

❈ Warnings: Unhealthy relationship warning.

❈ Who fell first: Viego

❈Who fell harder: Viego

👑Just like Jhin, all it took was for Viego’s gaze to fall upon you for him to decide: “It’s her.” But unlike the Ionian, the Ruined King’s obsession is rooted less in art and far more in trauma: Viego lost Isolde once — he will not lose you.

👑He does not see you as a replacement for Isolde. This new love reshapes his insatiable obsession: now, Viego’s endless pursuit becomes eternally you.

👑 Remember: the Ruination and the Mist have twisted his nature, so be prepared for greater intensity, closer watchfulness, deeper concern.

Remember: the Ruination and the Mist have twisted his nature, so be prepared for greater intensity, closer watchfulness, deeper concern.

👑 Viego does not know how to love with anything less than his entire being, however distorted. And everything he was denied in life, he will pour into your hands. Devotion, companionship, indulgence, affection… Whatever his queen asks of him, this man will not hesitate to give.

(Except, perhaps, separation. But that is a story for another headcanon.)

👑 Accept his love. Accept being his queen. Accept exclusivity — forever his. And you will have this man at your feet.

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

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[purrsoma]

omgomgomg you like league 🥹??? heartsteel 🤤

heartsteel u don’t even know bruh i’ve been waiting for leaguers to find me…. need to write league porn NEED TO WRITE…. sett……

god…. he’s just so big….. you love watching him on stage. he truly lives up to his title “boss” everytime he performs. you don't really have an issue with the fangirls you hear from the front of the crowd, not when he's throwing you winks and cheeky kisses from every part of the stage. just meant for you, you couldn't help but giggle at each one, especially when you heard cries mixed between adoration and jealousy.

if only those fans knew how sett absolutely destroyed you backstage. holding you against the wall in his dressing room and still sweaty from the show, sett pounded his heavy cock in you at an unforgiving pace.

"how - ah, fuck! - do you have so much, ha-ah, energy?!" you gasped out, pretty nails paid for by sett raking down his muscled back. he only laughed, the sound breathless and sexy against your ear.

"d'ya really think, shit, that i can just end my night without tearin' this pretty pussy apart?" sett asked teasingly, pulling away to grin down at you with the cockiness of a popstar. he tilted his head as he admired your face, digging his hips deeper into you while cooing, "yeah, just like that. stop talkin' and just focus on fallin' apart, yeah?"

back arching off the wall, you lightly hit the heel of your hand against his back while gritting your teeth. "you're suck a - ha, god! - bastard!" you exclaimed, unable to control the pitch in your moans as he hit your g spot head on. your hand flew up to cover your mouth, but sett's strong grip pulled it away.

fangs inches away from your lips, sett grinned at you while he watched you utterly break for him. "nah. let 'em all hear. maybe if yone likes it, he'll, haah," he paused to moan, then leaned to your ear, "add you to the mixtape?"

something about the idea of sett tearing you apart being blasted for the world to see made your lip wobble. with a cry, you clutched onto him while he fucked you just right, his thrusts never ending while you shattered on his unforgiving cock. it was a miracle the wall behind you was even still standing with the way he was pounding you against it - and that stamina?

expect to be against that wall until alune has to force aphelios to drag you two out.

send me asks!!

[manias-wordcount]

Hiiii, I've been lurking around for a while..hihi.

Your fic about Kayn being very sensual with us and his fingers doing lovely things.. has piqued my interest. I was wondering if you'd be willing to write for Sett x reader, NSFW if you'd like but most importantly playing with Sett's ears, touching and bitting them.

Have a nice day <3

Favorite Position (Sett x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 (𝗶𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘆𝘄𝗶𝗿𝗲 </𝟯) 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁! 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He likes to have you in a lot of different ways.

Against the wall. On the bed.  Over his desk. On the floor.

Sideways. From behind. Upside down. On your knees. Standing up. Lying down. And more.

But you noticed early on that he had a favorite position. A favorite way to have you, that is. He always gravitated to it. In fact, you never fucked without hitting this spot at least once. And for some reason…it was always at the end. Always as the finale. Always, always, always his favorite part. The part that he would hold you the tightest. The part where he fuck you the hardest. 

“That’s it…that’s my girl. Taking my cock like a queen.”

The part where he would put you on his lap and pound into you for so long that you start to forget what your body feels like without him inside of it. 

“Uhm…ah…ah~!” Your mouth tries to form words at his praise. Something to let him know how good you’re feeling. Or maybe you were trying to express approval for the name he just called you? You’re not sure. Whatever you must have been thinking of doing a couple of seconds ago has already disappeared from your mind. But that’s not exactly anything new. It’s always been hard to think when you’re with him. But it gets especially hard to do whenever it gets to splitting you open just like this. “S…sett…oh…oh~!”

Currently, he’s got you facing him with his hands on your hips as he bounces you up and down on his cock with a pace that’s almost bruising. Your legs straddle his and your arms hold on to his broad shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. But there’s too much to focus on at the moment. Whenever he has you like this, you find yourself overwhelmed by every single little thing you feel and hear and see. Like the warmth of his large, large hands as they cover a significant part of your torso just by him holding it. Or the lewd sounds of him stirring up your insides as his thick cock slides in and out of your pussy with far more ease than earlier now that he’s got you properly stretched for him. Or the warmth of his firm, muscular body as he holds you tight to the point of squishing your chest against his, almost making it hard to breathe. 

Or the soft brushes of his hair- his bangs- as he pushes his forehead against yours and gives a half-lidded stare as he coaxes you into another orgasm. One that is building far sooner than you thought possible after the last one he gave you.

Or the sight of his ears as they twitch and flatten against the top of his head in concentration. His ears that look so…so soft…so cute…so…so…

“Careful now…”

It’s Sett’s sudden and deep voice, purring right by your ear, that snaps you out of your sudden trance. His words are teasing. Knowing. Like he’s just letting you in on a secret or a game. It’s then that your eyes flicker to meet his gaze, and you’re instantly taken in by the smirk he’s sending your way. The smirk that seems to grow even wider the second he sees you part your lips to let out a particularly loud and whiny moan. 

It’s only then that you realize your hands are no longer on his shoulders and your fingers are no longer digging little crescent moons into his skin as you hold him unbearably tight. No, your hands are in his scarlet-colored hair right now. Or more specifically, they’re holding onto his ears.

Somewhere along the way, you must have tempted yourself into running your fingers through his hair first. Because right now, it’s all a tangled mess. Messier than before you started rolling around with no clothes on. It sticks straight up in some areas and is far too flat in others. It’s all over the place and all in his face and absolutely nothing like how he styles it usually. But honestly? You can’t even be bothered to concern yourself with something as trivial as hair. Because right now, you’re touching something important. You’re touching Sett’s ears.

And for the first time, too.

At the moment, you have your fingers wrapped around them- right around the bottom where they start to connect with his head. Your grip is curious, but it isn’t too tight. Just a little firm. Just enough for him to feel it. And just enough for you to determine that it feels almost like an animal. They’re soft and not too hard. But solid and somewhat stiff as they stand straight up in your hands. They’re a pretty color, too. The same color as his hair, but a little darker at times and a little lighter in places, like the inside. It makes you smile. It makes you feel soft. Big, tough Sett. Big, scary bossman Sett. 

And his cute, fluffy little ears. 

“They’re extra sensitive like this,” Sett admits to you in between labored breaths as he continues to jerk his hips upwards and bounce you on his cock. So far, he hasn't stopped fucking you. Not even for a single second. If he’s running low on stamina, you haven't experienced any of the signs yet. But he has slowed down to a more manageable, more controllable pace as your hands mess around with the top of his head. Exploring and touching all the new territory before you now that you're in a position to be tall enough to reach all of this.“Hrrmgh…they…they really like to be touched by pretty little things, alright? So be a good girl…”

You find yourself nodding absently as your fingers continue to stroke the length of his ears, barely even listening to the words he says. You push his ears against his head and make them stand up straight and do the same thing all over again. Below you, Sett groans a deep, pleasant sound that sends shivers down your spine. His hips start to stutter, and his pace gets sloppy. And every time you look down at him, you don’t see the smirk he was giving you earlier.

Instead, you see his bottom lip being trapped between his teeth as his eyes squeeze shut. You see him muttering curses underneath his breath about what you’re doing to him. You see him start to crack. You see him start to unravel. You see him start to melt under pressure. You start to see him give in to the pleasure. As you touch his ears more. As you tug them more. As you play with them more. As you focus on them more. As you do more, more, more.

And the funny thing is? This is his favorite position. On his lap. At his mercy. Whining and moaning and squirming at his mercy as he sets the pace. As he fills you up. As he makes you feel good. This is his favorite position. And yet you’ve never done this before.

And yet you’ve never touched his ears before. 

But here you are, running your fingers all over them as you watch him make faces and noises of pleasure you’ve never heard or seen him make before. All because you got a little too wrapped up in the moment. All because you saw something a little too cute. Something you were a little too curious about. Something you just had to touch. Even while you were getting your brains fucked out.

But it’s alright. It’s more than alright, actually. Because Sett likes what you’re doing. And you like all his reactions to what you’re doing. You like how you can see his eyes rolling back and his muscles growing tight with strained usage. You like how you can hear him start to whimper- start to whine whenever you find a spot on or between his ears that is extra, extra, extra sensitive. And you like how you’re driving him crazy with want- with need- as his strokes get sloppier and messier and needier by the minute.

But most of all, you like how you can do this from the best seat in the house. You like how it’s you who’s doing this to him. During his favorite position, at that. Although if you’re being completely honest. It’s not just his favorite. Not anymore, at least. Because right now?

It’s rapidly becoming your favorite position, too.

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𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘓!𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘒/𝘋𝘈!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘸, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 18+ 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐

You’re perched on his lap, naked except for a baby blue-star pendant choker adorning your neck, the same one you wore during your groups set earlier that night.

His phone is out. Camera open. And recording.

Your hips roll in slow, purposeful circles, your soaked pussy drenches the length of his thick cock.

“C’mon,” he grunts, the grip he has on your thigh tightening, the other steadying the camera. “Don’t tease. This is for me, remember?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, your glossed lips curling into a knowing smirk. You loved teasing Sett. You looked directly into the lens — right into his soul through the screen.

“I know,” you coo. “But I want you to miss me while you watch this.”

With that, finally, you grab the base of his cock, aligning him against your slick covered folds and sinking down on him in one smooth motion.

The First Position? Classic cowgirl, mirror behind him, your hands braced on his abs.

He films from below as you bounce on him, the camera held tightly and he watches on the screen the way your pussy practically swallows him back when you move up and down, your moaning breathy, and your tits bouncing in in his face.

“Goddamn,” Sett groans, turning the camera to get the mirror view. “You look like a fuckin’ porn star, babe.”

“You’re gonna cum just from watching this next week, huh?” you whisper to the camera. “Gonna jerk off in some hotel bed while I’m on stage with cameras in my face — and you’ve got me like this on yours.”

He groans. You moan louder.

Second Position: You’re manhandled, your face down, and ass up. He’s hitting it from the back with purpose

The phone is propped on the side table, perfectly capturing the back arching angle he has you in. He’s got both hands on your hips, fucking into you deep, and precise, the camera capturing exactly how long his length is thrusting out before slamming back in.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he mutters low, looking down as he watches his cock move in and out of your puffy cunt.

“You, Sett,” you pant. “It’s yours. Only yours.”

“Say it to the camera baby”

You look to he side — mouth open in an 'O' shape, and you can see how your makeup has slightly smudged.

“It’s Sett’s pussy,” you moan. “He owns it.”

He slaps your ass, and you let out a squeal. “Damn right I do.”

He leans more into the frame, hands no longer on your hips but bracing them on either side of your head as his pace quickens, the loud sound of his hips against your ass, the wet obscene plaps accompanied by your pornographic moans are heard throughout the room— and that’s the moment he’ll probably replay later. Over. And over. And over again.

Third Position: You’re on your back, one leg over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist. Camera in his hand now, inches from your face.

You’re shaking. Wrecked. Babbling.

“Look at you,” he mutters, zooming in slightly. “You came again, didn’t you?”

You nod through tears. “Y-Yeah.”

“And you’re still letting me fuck you like this? What kind of slut are you, baby?”

“Yours,” you whisper.

“Say it louder.”

“Yours, Sett. Your naughty slut—fuck—!”

Your orgasm hits again — harder this time, back arching off the mattress as you scream his name and claw at the sheets.

He groans, losing rhythm, thrusts getting sloppy.

“You gonna let me come in this tight little pussy?” he pants. “So I can see my cum leaking out of you every night on tour?”

“Please,” you sob. “Fill me up.”

Final Clip: Camera angle is over his shoulder, you’re seated in his lap again, cock still buried inside you.

You’re not riding him this time — just laying there, your back against his chest post-orgasm, cockwarming him while he strokes up and down your stomach, occasionally groping your breasts as you come down from your high.

“You hear that?” he whispers into the camera. “That’s her breathin’. That’s what she sounds like when she’s stuffed full of me.”

He pans down — recording your cum and slick covered thighs, the camera catching the slight bulge peaking through your stomach.

He kisses your sweaty temple.

“You better watch this every night you’re gone,” you murmur, dazed. “I want your cock in your hand when I’m on that stage.”

“Oh, baby,” he whispers with a grin. “I’ll be jerkin’ this cock to you on repeat. No fuckin’ doubt about that.”

You smile sweetly before turning your head to capture his lips in a kiss, his cock twitching inside of you.

He stops the recording and the video is put in his hidden folder.

Just for his eyes. Saved for later