lin purses his lips in a thin line, cursing himself as he fists his own cock. it's wet, loud— and his ears are ringing. you're stuck in his head, his brain stuck on earlier in the day when he walked in on you in the shower, well, you coming out the shower.
thick drops of water traveling down the valley of your boobs, swaying down your stomach and dripping from your hair. he moans, pupils dilated and blown out as he whispers your name into the empty air of his room. his hand slows around his tip, curling— similar to what he's seen in porn. he's sort of innocent in the sex department, but he's always been awfully sexually driven.
this is the third time he's jerked himself to the thought of you.
he's not bold enough to ever say what he is, which is in love. but he is bold enough to thrust his hips up into his fist and moan shamelessly into his room. his eyes squeeze shut as he imagines your beautiful lips wrapped around his cock— sucking— your eyes pleading for him to cum in your mouth.
hey. cuddling with lin lie...........cuddles......teeth rotting kind of sweet...........him just feeling safe and at peace for once............ can i ask for u to write that??? u still take requests right????
A silent night
Lin lie x f!reader fluff
GASPPPPPWED Yes I'm taking requests...This is such a beautiful writing prompt. YES I'LL WRITE IT!!
Note: Lie comes home after a reckless battle out in the open, dragging himself to the readers arms for a colourful cuddle session (BONUS READER IS A RANDOM). Tries to be a nonchalant warrior but is literally chalant final boss. hehe, will probably edit it when I get the time..idk it's just for fun and isn't a proper one uGHHH ignore the spelling mistakes
idk the word count. My prelims are starting so I'm going to probably avoid writing a lot for the sake of my future career
This is super short! but, enjoy reading, nonetheless <3
It's been a long week for Lie. Well fuck, a LONG and exhausting week for him.
He managed to get through it barely unscathed, making useless excuses to salvage very little campus reputation he has. He forcibly dragged himself down the hallways ragged carpet, the sole of his shoe scraping with heavy friction, technically defining himself as a walking husk.
His head felt empty and light, only processing one thought at a time. Lie had always dealt with this kind of fatigue, let alone the throbbing pain, brewing with zealous fires in his arms. Though his body screamed for him to drop dead, his head pushed to reach its objective.
His dorm.
He grunted, nearly tripping over his own feet. Luckily, his right hand slammed into the hallway wall, a meaty support beam holding him up. It was also fortunate he was a step away from his dorm. A huff of relief exits his lips, his scarred hand ran through his short black locks before trailing down to his pockets. His thick fingers shuffled around the sophisticated space only to realise..
Shit.
His keys were gone.
leaning his forehead against the smooth wooden door. He rests his eyes, he felt like an absolute dumbass for losing his only access to taking regaining his youth back. He was definitely closer to becoming senile at this rate. Lie let out a low groan before sluggishly dragging himself once more.
But to where?
God knows where...
His state of mind was no where near conscious, but the thought of a nice and plush duvet caressing his stone like skin fuelled him to bare with the pulsating agony rushing through his body, drunk at the thought of being cushioned on the hard pavement at this rate.
Lie lumbered through the dim hallway, each step slow and agonising. Door after door blurred past him, meaningless, until he finally stopped.
The clock strikes 2 in the morning, no students should be wandering at this time. You had just returned from a steamy shower, comfortably suited up in your pajamas. Comfortably positioning yourself in your bed, feet and hands tucked in your flurry blanket. You’re just about to switch off your night light, ready for a good night’s rest, when a long, slow creak stops you cold.
Your felt yourself tweak a little. Your eyes twitched, was it someone crashing in your dorm this late? a thief?
There was too many possibilities, but you landed on the possibility your roommate was finished sneakily getting laid. You could have sworn your roommate was spending the WHOLE night at her boyfriends dorm, maybe a changed of heart?...
You slipped on your furry slippers, carefully peaking your head out of your room. The main door was slightly open, dim light seeping through the small crack, had you forgotten to lock the door? You made sure to double check the lock was on before showering. Now you felt nervous at the thought you clumsily forgot the simplest routine. The tips of your fingers felt cold as you took a step out of the comfort of your room.
You opened the door, only to meet a tall figure towering over you. A refined silhouette perfectly outlined by the light, shadowing over you. You gulped, nervous at the sight before you.
"can I..help you?"
Lie's eyes felt empty, you felt as if you were staring into void. You could only hear a barrage of mumbles under his breath that you couldn't quite make out.
That moment felt endless until he stepped in, you instinctively stepped back, eyes fixed on the tall figure who moved forward without a trace of sobriety.
"Haha,,uh...what are you doing ???" You nervously laughed, but he only grew closer to you.
Lie couldn't make up what was in front of him. In fact, his face remained locked in a pokerface, no wrinkle of emotion evident. Everything was a haze and your futile attempts to reason with him was only a distant harmony soothing his ears.
It felt uncomfortably odd that in front of you was a weary Lin lie. You didn’t even get a word out. Your foot caught, balance lost, and you went down, your nape hitting the couch with a dull thud before the rest of you crumpled after.
You mewled, "Oof!" Your hands rushing to position yourself up, you tried to prioritise your safety, you were in a panic. Lie on the other hand, didn't know what possessed him at that moment, steadily crept on top of you, pleasantly laid his head against your chest while his arms wrapped around your torso. The warmth that exuded from your body welcomed his muscles to loosen, he was pathetically snuggled against your body. The friction against you felt delightfully ethereal.
Mind you, he did all of this with his eyes open.
Lie’s head lay gently against you. His weight wasn’t overwhelming, just enough to feel present. You could feel your face go absurdly red, your heart pounding out of your chest. You would’ve been certain this was a dream, if not for his heavy arms chained around you—wrapped so perfectly, it was as if they were made for you.
Your breath hitched delectably, arms raised above brick level over his head. You were doing backflips in your head, internally screaming ,fawning and drooling over a delightful view before you. Your nostrils flared with every breath, in and out, too many times to count. You could trace out every stoned abs pressed against your feeble body without even trying to feel it.
"H-hey..GET UPP!!" A silent scream caught in your throat as you struggled to ease the Greek god of a boulder off you—gingerly.
You smacked his forearm multiple of times, but it was no use, he was built like the Great Wall of china, withstanding every feeble force. You've never crossed paths with Lie, let alone initiate a proper conversation with him. Sure, he was smoking hot, a little behind the course work in your class but to think you could be a metre near him, let alone a breath away.
Even as you tried to tug him off, you couldn’t help but smile. Quiet giggles escaped, and his head gently bobbed with each rise and fall of your chest. You tried to resist, really. You tried to take it seriously, but the fear was washing off you. Your wondered where he went to return in such a clouded state, it heavily concerned you.
"Mmm.." Lie shuffled a little, his grip tightening around you causing a small gasp to escape your lips. You were awkwardly situated in a weird pose that hardly allows movement on your end.
"Hey..you alright?" you breathe, fragile.
You couldn't tell whether his eyes were rested based off your perspective, you could only assume he was half awake, literally and figuratively.
"Long week. Been getting my ass worked to the curve." He mumbled into your chest, the soft vibrations humming through you.
You were rhesistant, hesitant on laying your hands on this perfect piece on you. But, you eventually run your fingers through his black hair, small light strands tickling between your fingers. Your hands leisurely wandered down to his shoulders, palms kneading the stiff flesh on his shoulders. You bit your lip, mustering the courage to respond.
"Want to talk about it?" you murmur.
You thoughtfully wriggled yourself down. Your nape was unbearably positioned on the armrest of the couch, scooting down to greedily take a closer look. Lie too shuffled to his comfort.
He shakes his head slowly. "Just... wanna stay here a bit."
You felt yourself shake with excitement, mentally fanning yourself. His voice was rough and slow, low enough for you to hear a faint rasp. This was the closest you were with him, it felt far too greedy.
“Okay,” you whispered, mostly to yourself.
His arms shifted slightly around your waist, pulling you in without a word. It was casual, like instinct.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “You can stay as long as you need.”
He hummed in response, a low, tired sound that made your skin tingle.
A pause settled in, not awkward, but weighted. His fingers idly traced the hem of your shirt, and your thoughts scattered like leaves in wind. Lie has never felt so secured, so sheltered in someone he doesn't know. He would cringe at himself if he was conscious enough to notice.
His breath hitched once, then steadied again, lips barely moving as he mumbled, “Your shoulder’s too bony...”
You blinked. “What?..”
“Feels like... laying on a coat rack.” He nuzzled in closer anyway, proving he didn’t actually mind that much.
You snorted quietly, smoothing his hair. “You have a choice between my bony shoulder or the armrest, which, spoiler alert, is literally wood.”
“Mm... tragic options,” he muttered, clearly falling deeper into sleep but still stubbornly offering commentary. “Need... couch upgrade. Memory foam. For...vip comfort....”
He made a faint noise that might have been a laugh or a snore honestly, it was hard to tell at this point.
He slurred, eyes still shut, voice drifting in and out like a poor radio signal. “You’re warm. And... not a coat rack. Just... moderately uncomfortable.”
You felt the last of his weight settle fully against you, his breathing slow and even now, deep and steady like ocean waves against a quiet shore. He was out. Completely.
The room was still.
No hum of conversation, no rustle of movement — just the soft rise and fall of his chest against yours, the faint tick of the clock across the room, and the way your own breath started to unconsciously match his.
Your hand rested lightly on his back, fingers no longer moving, just there, a gentle anchor.
You weren’t even sure when your eyes had closed. Just that the air felt warm, your limbs heavy in that comfortable, boneless way. Your thoughts slowed, drifting somewhere between wake and sleep, soft and quiet and entirely at peace.
His warmth wrapped around you like a blanket. The kind that made you forget the world outside the moment you curled beneath it.
Your last coherent thought was something silly, something small , he really is kind of a furnace.
did some research on this fucker and omfg he’s adorable 😭 marvel rivals tries to make you think he’s egotistical but this kid is naive and he just wants to find his dad 😇
