A headcanon for Zora with a s/o who has a cum kink? Like she loves it when he cums on her face or her breasts or likes to lick it from his belly? 😬
🤤🤤 I’m drooling. Absolutely drooling.
TW: smut, cum marking, 18+ content, dirty talk, pet names (pretty girl, baby, naughty girl), claiming, pwp, minors dni
Zora is going to love everything about this. He's a major cum marking guy. I just know that he has to be. He loves the way you look when you're fucked out underneath him and covered in his seed and he loves that it thrills you just as much as it thrills him.
When he pulls himself from you and spills all over your chest he can barely contain his excitement. The way his cum looks so nice spread all over your body makes a groan fall from him. He moves his finger and spreads it around your nipples, lifting his finger to your mouth after. The pure enjoyment that will flash over your features gets him going and ready for another round.
"Go on, pretty girl. Clean up the mess for me."
"Anything for you Zora... tastes just like candy. Fuck."
But if you're gonna let him have his way right on your face then he's going to be even happier about it. He loves the way you look so pretty for him with his cum spread all over your face. And once it hits you you can't help but smile. Knowing that he's smirking at you, loving every single second of it.
"Why don't you give it a taste and tell me just how good it tastes baby?"
He'll place his thumb on your forehead and move it across, letting it smear under his touch. Your thighs rub together in an attempt to stop the aching that's already growing between them once again. When you're covered in his cum like this he knows that you belong to him and no one else.
After a riding session, he'll pull your body off of him and let you finish him off by stroking his cock with those pretty little hands of yours. He'll let out a filthy groan as he lets himself go, his seed coating his stomach with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"You've made a mess now naughty girl. Come on over here and take care of it for me."
You know exactly what he wants you to do. He wants you to lick him clean, feel and witness your tongue running across his abs as you take in everything that he left for you. And you'll do it without hesitation, anything to make him happy, anything to get his gear turning.
Make sure you're as sinful as you can with it, he wants to see you give him everything that you can. Wants to hear how good it tastes, see how much you're enjoying yourself as you clean him up. And he'll make sure to put in that effort in return, he'll sing like a bird for you when he lets himself go.
Let him do these things as often as you can and Zora will be putty in your hands after. Once he's got it in his head that you belong to him he'll have no choice but to fall even more utterly in love with you.
Author’s Note: Well, well, well, I haven’t stopped writing, I’ve just been writing for non-existent people. Anyway, any matter, ignore my self-indulgence. Here’s a smut I wrote for Zora Ideale from Black Clover, enjoy!
Prompt: Inspo
Pairing: Zora x Reader
Word Count: 1.914k
Warning: none~
After a long night of partying alongside your fellow Black Bull squadmates, you find yourself stumbling down the hall, a pair of hot hands on your waist. You're nothing but a giggling mess, shirt slipping off your shoulder, those hands finding their way up your skirt. You stop, back against your door, hands running over the hard body of the owner of those hot hands. They are curious, feeling over every inch of his body, up over his abs, feeling the way he flexes them under your touch, over his chest. His share the same curiosity, under your skirt, slipping past your panties to run over your quivering slit. His fingers are calloused, as expected in his line of work, but they feel so nice sliding down your heated core. He grits his teeth at the unexpected wetness, his fingers eager, twitching in excitement as he pushes two of them past your entrance. Your hands grip his shoulders, steadying yourself, holding yourself between the door and his hard body. He drops his head so his lips are next to your ear, his fingers moving faster, almost taunting you, almost assuring you. "I can feel your blood pressure rise." Those words pack a punch, a deep feeling in your stomach, a feeling that can almost be mistaken for butterflies but is nothing more than a shared lust.
"Fuck this tension," You whimper, opening the door you laid upon, the both of you stumbling into your room because of the action. "I need you Zora." Those words are everything he needs to hear, everything he wants to hear. He rips his fingers from that sacred spot between your legs, running the digits over your quivering lips. You suck the two digits into your mouth graciously, moaning at your taste, moaning at the lewd action of tasting yourself off his fingers. You're quick in disregarding your own clothing, by the time the two of you hit your bed, you're completely stripped of any pesky obstacles and Zora's pulling his own jeans from his body. You color yourself impressed, watching him pull the tight leather fabric from his thick thighs. He wears a pair of briefs, a dark spot decorating the front, his arousal thick, clouding. Your lips are hot against his, hands exploring once again. You're pulling him close, needing to feel him flush against you, his skin hot, almost fiery, burning a memorable impression against your skin. One of his hands holds your face, it isn't a loving touch, not even caring, it's almost as if he's holding you in place, right where he wants you, right where he needs you.
"I know you taste delightful." Those words carry meaning, one that lets you know he was more than eager to taste you, the other letting you know he regretted letting you taste yourself off his fingers. "You want that kitten? You want me to taste you?" He doesn't await an answer and instead slips down your body, forcing your legs wide open for his wondering tongue. His tongue snakes over his lips like a serpent's, delving between your swollen lower lips. Your back arches off the bed, had it been this long? Is the only thing you can wonder, his tongue feeling like fire against your slit. His tongue is long and slender, easily flicking along your quivering cunt. His eyes lock with yours and it's like time's frozen when he sucks your throbbing clit past his lips. Your eyes snap shut, thighs clamping around his head, trapping him. Zora can only chuckle, the position comforting, warm, holding him directly where he wanted to be. His tongue flicks against your clit, a deadly combination with his action of sucking the aching bud into his mouth. You know the hideout is crowded with your fellow squadmates but the noises that leave your lips can't be helped. These rooms aren't exactly soundproof, and the proof is in the pudding, the sounds that you produce as a result of his tongue moving skillfully against your cunt.
"Zora," His name is a breathless moan, one of your hands pushing through his fiery locks, tugging at the roots. "Zora," His name is the only thing that runs through your mind, his tongue, his touch, the only thing that clouds your mind, blocking all other coherent thoughts. You were putty in his hands, it had been a long time but he was honestly just that skilled. He wasted no time with his fingers, his tongue running wildly along your core, licking up every last drop, truly tasting you as he had expressed. "I'm close," You cry, your other hand stretching forward to embed itself in his hair, tugging at the locks, pulling him impossibly closer. You can feel him smirk against your heat, his cherry on top, the graze of his teeth over your bud. "Zora!" You scream his name like a mantra, hips wildly bucking off the mattress, the grip you have on his head with your thighs only tightening. You feel as if you're floating and so soon in. Zora has to force himself from between your thighs, only to catch his breath. He sits between your thighs, and without his mask you can take in all his beauty. He sat, cocky as ever, almost as if he were an animal, basking in the hunt, basking in the feast. His face is glistening in the moonlight, the bottom half of his face covered with your juices, when he got down to business, he got down.
"You taste just as delightful as I've fantasized." There's that word, that roll that rolls beautifully from his lips, invading all your senses. Zora wipes his face clean, making a show of sucking your juices from the two digits he had used to finger you in the hall. He moans at the taste, his usually hooded eyes wide, drinking you in, not wanting to miss a thing. "I'm sorry, kitten, but I don't think I can wait any longer." He frees himself from his briefs, and you can't say you were expecting what you were greeted with. His cock is long and thick, countering his physical appearance. His shaft is rigid, a vein running up the underside of his cock. You reach down, a hand wrapping around him, he's warm, throbbing in your hand. At your touch, his tip can only leak more, the liquid pooling against your abdomen. You find yourself dazed, almost drunk with your own lust, and your fingers dip in the pool of the liquid, sucking the salty evidence of arousal into your mouth. "Oh, come on, you keep that up and I'll just have to destroy this pretty little figure of yours."
You run the tip of his cock along your slit, rubbing it against your clit, whimpering at the action of your own self-indulgence. Zora watches the way you move his cock over your core, just a little more, just a little closer. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance and bring your other hand up to cup his chin, bringing his attention back to your face. "Then destroy me." Zora lets out the most animalistic growl, teeth-baring as he pushes forward, his hips meeting yours in a rushed movement. "Zora!" Your legs wrap hastily around his waist, pulling him in closer, wanting to feel him all, needing to feel everything he had to offer. His cock nearly splits you in half, his movement pushing you halfway up the bed, head hitting against the headboard. Zora's hands hold your waist, pushing and pulling you along the bed, pulling you to meet his thrust, his thighs meeting the back of yours. You hold onto him for dear life, your new hold allowing you to stay somewhat in place, the hitting of your head against the headboard stopping.
"Destroy you?" Zora lets out that blood-curling chuckle, the noise settling deep in your stomach, a new wave of juices gushing out around his cock. "That's all you had to say kitten." His hips are relentless, bruising your pelvic with ease. The sounds that leave your lips resemble that of an animal in heat, your chest heaves, pleasure overtaking your entire form. Your body shakes and trembles under him, you've completely succumbed to him and his feverish touch. To him and his honey words, to him and his cock as he split you in half, fuck quite literally fucking the senses out of you. The only thing you can manage to say is his name but even that sounds slurred, almost unrecognizable. "I'll destroy ya, alright." Zora leans over your body, chest pressed against yours, forehead pressed against yours, a position you'd never imagine him liking but yet, this closeness, this proximity, is what he needs. His pace only increases, nearly tenfold, his hands pulling your legs away from his waist to sneak them over his shoulders. "You take me so well kitten. So warm and so tightly wrapped around my cock." He shudders above you, a sign of his own end nearing. You're sure you can come from just this, with the way you're reacting to just his thrust, it feels so good, almost too good as if it were a dream, nothing more than a fantasy of finally being able to have him in this way.
You cup his face, his eyes wide open, boring in your e/c orbs. He's begging you to finish, to come around his cock. "I'm gonna-I'm going to-" You can't finish your sentence, fingers grasping the hair at the nape of his neck. You finish, and with a crash. Your thighs shake, toes curling onto themselves. Your orgasm hits you in waves, waves that you struggle to keep your head above, clawing and scratching for the surface. It was too much, a wave you could not best, a wave that dragged you under, your body succumbing to its force, its power. Despite this overwhleming amount of pleasure you can't bring yourself to close your eyes, needing to watch his every move, the way the vein in his neck pops when he reaches his own ending. The way his eyes flutter shut for just a moment, his soft lashes hitting the apples of his cheeks, he looked so beautiful in this moment. He shudders, cock swelling against your walls, his cock pumping you full of his seed.
"Fuck," He chuckles, beads of his sweat hitting your chest and they feel like they each way a ton. Zora moves your legs from over his shoulders only to wrap them around his waist, keeping his position. He finds himself acting out of character, lips crashing against yours as the heat of the moment dissolves in the room. You can only kiss him back, the taste of yourself invading your mouth, the taste of himself invading his mouth, more intimate than either of you could imagine. Zora pulls himself from you, and his softening cock rests against your inner thigh, heavy, reminding you of just moments before. "You're such a fun little kitten, so unbreakable-" Zora chuckles, rolling to your side. You giggle, rolling over onto your side as well so you're face to face once again. "You keep looking at like that I might just have to stay around here for a little longer than planned." You can only smile at his words, so very much like him.
"You leave again, I will never let you touch me." You huff, turning your nose up at him. Zora makes a small noise and before you know it, you're wrapped in his arms, splayed across his chest.
I- I would absolutely love Zora to dom me. I'd give in to him in a heartbeat. The number one thing I'd love to have Zora do to me... push me against the wall and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
TW: Choking
His hand snakes around your throat, gently applying pressure as you feel your body moving toward the wall. He's got that devious look on his face as he watched the pure lust in your eyes showing just for him.
As your body presses to the wall, his voice is full of passion, a slight growl to it as he uses his hand to push your head up, giving him full access to your neck. "God, you're so fucking pretty." Zora's lips meet your neck as a whine escapes you. "All for me, no one else is allowed to touch you, pretty girl."
His hand loosens as he takes his lips from your neck, letting you look him in the eyes. "Daddy's gonna give you the best night of your life, princess." The chuckle that fills your ears as he leans forward and his warm breath touches your skin. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."
His body pushes against yours as his hands slide down your sides, balling the bottom of your skirt into his hands and he pulls it up. "I'll make sure the entire hideout knows just who you belong to. Show that Captain Yami that even though you watch him all day, your body belongs to me and me alone." His voice lowers even more as he whispers in your ear, the sound of his belt coming undone filling your bedroom. "Captain Yami can't fuck you like I do. No one else knows just the right spots."
A/N: Our theme this time around for the collab with the @konoblog-simps was a College AU so I went down a little bit of a different path with a fraternity president version of our man Zora. This one got away from me a little bit I'm hoping that you guys enjoy it. I just couldn't help myself when it came to fratboy Zora. 🤤 You can find all of the lovely pieces that go along with this collab right here. I've also collaborated with the lovely @rokudaddie for this one, you can find the absolutely amazing art piece that accompanies this right here.❤
Zora Ideale sat on the couch in the house he shared with all the other frat members, swishing his wine glass softly, admiring the liquid as it swirled around the glass. He could feel eyes on him but couldn’t quite tell where they were coming from. It shouldn’t have surprised him tho, as the president of the frat he had women after him constantly. Even now, he had two next to him, each arm showing a trophy as he took a swig from the glass. That’s when he finally found the eyes that had been calling to him.
The plastic coup that you held in your hand looked perfect there as you leaned against the wall next to the fireplace. Your best friends surrounded you, but he could see you just fine. The way your (f/c) dress hugged your hips, the way your (h/c) hair accentuated the features of your face. You were perfect to him, yet he could never find the courage to approach you.
You’d think that the president would have an easier time with this. You’d think that there wouldn’t be an issue when it came to him getting the woman that he wanted, but instead, it was the exact reason that he let all the other women flaunt over him. He wanted to make you jealous, wanted you to make the first move. And you hated how much it almost worked.
You lifted your cup to your mouth and took a sip, the liquid coating the inside of your throat as you felt your buzz growing more and more. (B/F/N) watched you and scanned to where your eyes were, smirking as (she/he) finally found where your gaze was. “Take a picture Y/n, it’ll last you longer.”
You narrowed your eyes playfully and averted your gaze, looking into your cup. “I don’t know what it is about him, he’s just always been so enticing to me.”
(She/he) smiled and placed (her/his) hand under your chin, tilting your face up. “It’s because you see him as off-limits, I know how your mind works, pretty girl.”
You were almost shocked by (her/his) words. “Of course he’s off-limits, look at him! He’s a catch who always has women all over him. You really think a guy like that would even look at me twice?”
The laugh that left (B/F/N) rang through the living room of the house, causing a few people to turn and look at you both. “He’s had his eye on you all night, there might be two pretty little frat whores on his arm, but you’re the one he looks like he’d rather be spending his time with.”
You looked toward Zora again, his eyes had never left you, you felt them piercing you the entire time you looked at the drink in your hand. “I cant… I really can’t. I’m too nervous.”
(She/He) took your hand and dragged you behind (her/him), heading straight toward Zora. “Well now is the time for you to get over that nervousness, cause you’re going to talk to him whether you’re ready to or not.”
Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as you reached him, the women on his arm slowly looking up at you, both with a glare on their faces. Zora’s glass was now empty and he handed it to the woman on his left, grabbing her face in his hand and turning her to look at him. “Go grab me another drink doll, but make it a beer this time.”
She took the drink from him and stood, slowly making her way to the kitchen. His eyes locked with your own as you tried to keep your cool. “And what can I do for you, pretty little thing?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You couldn’t believe just how nervous you really were right now. What was going on with you? “I- uh… I just-”
His hand gently tapped the girl to his right on the ass. “Move darling, go find something to do.” As she climbed away from his arm he climbed from the couch. “No need to be nervous.” His hand lightly touched your cheek and you nearly leaned into his touch as he did. “I promise I don’t bite.” He bit his lip and smiled. “At least not hard anyway.”
You swallowed hard, the courage to speak just barely there now. “I noticed that you were looking at me, and I-”
(B/F/N) cut you off and slowly backed away. “I’m gonna leave the two of you alone now, have fun.”
You could have killed (him/her), you couldn’t believe that this had just happened. Zora chuckled as he watched (her/him) walk away. “(She/He)’s an interesting one, huh?”
You shook your head gently, looking back into your cup. “You’ve got that right.”
Zora ran his hand through his crimson hair, watching your eyes as you nearly salivated at the sight of it. “What’s the matter?” He teased you as he watched the woman coming back with his beer. “You like what you see?” He took the beer from her and waved her away. “Cause I’ve got a lot that I can offer you, darling, I’d love to show you.”
Now your heart was about to jump out of your throat. Had he really just said that? How was this man so self-assured? You clutched your drink a little tighter, busting the side of the plastic cup as you felt your hand growing cold. You looked down to see your drink dripping down your arm. “Shit.” As you tried to stop it you splashed some on your clothing. “Damn it.”
Zora took the drink from your hand quickly and placed it into the trashcan behind him. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you another one.” He noticed the stain that was beginning to dry on your dress. “Let me help you get that out, I’ve got stuff upstairs that will help with that.” You wanted to say no, but something about the way he looked so happy to help you made you go along with him. He grabbed your hand and walked you away from the crowd, up the long staircase, and into the quiet of the hallway.
You noticed the symbol for the fraternity all over the walls and doors of the rooms that surrounded you. One room at the end of the hall wore a giant, neon sign with the symbol and that’s exactly where you were headed.
Zora opened the door, not bothering to flip on the light as he made his way to the bathroom that branched off of it, flipping on the light. “Feel free to make yourself at home, take a seat on the bed or the dresser so I can get that stain out.” He came back out of the bathroom with a washcloth and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, placing his beer on the dresser as he found your figure on the bed. He soaked the washcloth in the peroxide and slowly took hold of a piece of your dress, placing the washcloth onto the stain. “This should help get it out. I’ve spilled many a drink on myself.” As he laughed he almost sounded nervous, was he really that nervous being around you right now?
You slowly looked from his working hands to his face. “Th-thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”
He gave you a reassuring grin and met your gaze. “It’s nothing, really. It’s kind of my fault that it happened anyway. I shouldn’t have made a comment like that when I barely know you.”
You pushed your hair behind your ears and attempted to put him at ease. “It’s fine Zora… I- I liked it.”
He stopped in his tracks and looked back into your eyes. There were so many things that he wanted to say to you, but a knot in his throat was holding him back. He was the president of the fraternity, he wasn’t supposed to be like this. Instead, he did what his instincts told him that he needed to do. Zora’s lips roughly met yours as he tossed the washcloth to the side of you, your lips willingly moved with his as he pushed you onto the mattress.
You grabbed at his polo shirt, tugging it open, the buttons easily coming undone. He hadn’t expected you to be as into this as you were. He pulled the shirt from his arms and tossed it to the side, his hands now on your thighs, slowly running down them. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, doll?”
The feel of his touch on your legs was nice as you softly whined, your eyes closing the further he came to your core. “Yes, yes, please.”
That’s all he needed, the neediness behind your voice makes him crazy. His hands grasped the bottom of your dress, slowly pulling it up your sides. His fingers slowly grazed the side of your legs, the ache in your loins growing more and more as you anticipated him. You knew what was waiting for him and bit your lips as he found it. As he pushed your dress past your waist he noticed that something was missing, something vital. His hands slowly ran over your inner thighs as a devious laugh filled your ears. “No panties darling? What a naughty girl.”
You covered your face with your hands, trying to hide the warmth that now filled your cheeks. You had never been this flustered with someone before, what was he doing to you?
Zora sat back up and reached for the chain around his neck, beginning to pull it over his head as he heard your voice. “No. Please.”
He stopped and looked at you with a confused look, leaning back down to you. “What’s the matter, darling?”
Your hands wrapped around his neck, sliding down the metal that he looked so good in. “Leave it on. Please?” Your hand settled on the lock that hung from the chain around his neck.
His eyes widen with excitement and he pressed his lips to your neck. “Only if you promise to pull it for me.”
You nodded as you felt his weight shift from you again, the sound of his belt coming undone filling the room. Zora easily kicked the tight jeans from his legs, taking down his boxers with them. You felt the bed shift as he climbed back onto the bed with you, his lips slowly caressed the inside of your thighs gently. Just the simple touch of his lips on your skin made you want to scream out, beg him for more as he slowly made his way closer to your sex. You pleaded with him as his breath was warm against your leg. “Zora, please.”
A satisfied sound left him as he heard his name, his thumb slowly rubbing against your throbbing clit as he cooed at you. “Please, what? Tell daddy all about it.”
“I-I need you, please.” Your voice was lustful as he moved closer to your core, his tongue slowly licking a stripe up your slit. Your hand instantly wound its way into his hair, tugging it gently as his tongue found its way to your core. “F-Fuck, Zora.”
He slowly peeked over your dress, locking eyes with you as he spoke deep and slow. “Make sure you ask for permission from me, darling, no one gets to cum in this room without my say.” As he made his way back between your legs you whined again, the pleasure now coursing through you as he attached his lips to your cunt, devouring his meal with satisfaction.
Your walls were slowly closing, the thought of letting yourself go on his tongue making you reach your high that much quicker. “I’m-I’m gonna cum, Zora.”
He stopped and spoke against your heat, the words vibrating against your clit. “That’s not asking, my love.”
You gripped the bedsheets in your hand and nearly screamed at him. “Can I- Can I cum, daddy? Please?”
Zora sat back up quickly and replaced where his mouth had once been with two fingers, leaning into you to grasp your breasts. “Let it go, cum all over my fingers, baby.”
Your cunt clenched around his digits, the feeling of your high rushing through you making his name leave your lips in a desperate tone. As he pulled his fingers away he held them up for you, your slick glistening off of them in the small light coming from the bathroom that just barely illuminated the room. He pulled you up in a sitting position and placed his hand under your chin, his tone demanding as he held his finger up to you. “You’ve made a mess, now it’s time to lick them clean.”
You did as you were told, taking his fingers into your mouth to lick them spotless. Zora couldn’t help but realize just how beautiful you looked with his fingers in your mouth. His hand snaked around your back, grabbing at the zipper that held your dress in place. “Take it off.” He slowly pulled the zipper down and helped you stand, sliding the dress down your figure. His tight grasp on your arm spun you around harshly, a push on your lower back causing you to kneel on the bed. “Put that pretty little ass up in the air for me.”
You gripped onto the sheets as you felt his hand run down your back, the feeling of his cool rings making a shiver run down your spine. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your back, the feeling of his chain running over your skin making you want to grab it and pull him to the bed. Zora took his cock in his hand, slowly pumping himself to make sure that he was ready for you. He rubbed the head of his cock against your slit, teasing your entrance as you could already feel your legs growing weak, still reeling from your last orgasm.
His voice was devious as he continued to tease. “You want this cock, doll?”
You begged him, ready to get on your knees and do anything that he wanted. “Please, daddy, please give me your cock.”
“Only because you look so pretty begging me like that.” He slowly pushed his way into you, barely giving you time to adjust to his girth before pounding himself in and out of you. His grip tightened on your side as he pulled you harshly into his hips. You could barely speak as you tried to praise him, moans spilling from your lips along with strings of jumbled curses.
He reached his hand around you, finding your clit and rubbing circles around it with his thumb. Double stimulation had you nearly collapsing underneath him. “You look so fucking good. Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a beautiful fucking sight.”
Your walls threatened to close around him again, so much faster than the first time. The feeling of your cunt slowly squeezing his cock was making it hard for him to hold onto himself. “Come on darling, let it all out. I know you’ve got another one in there for me.”
“Shit, Zora. I’m so close.” You struggled to keep yourself in position as your climax grew closer and closer. “I’m gonna-” Before you could finish your sentence your walls completely closed around him. Your vision turned white as he continued to pound into you, his cock twitching inside your walls as he painted them white with his seed.
But just when you thought it was done his hands grasped your hip, throwing you onto your back. “You wanted to cum, and now I’ll make sure you have the best orgasm of your life.” His fingers entered your core again, the sudden entrance causing your high to nearly take over your entire body. Your slick coated his hand as you screamed out, not able to contain yourself anymore.
As your body quivered under his touch he finally took his hand away, smiling devilishly as he watched you fight for your breath before him. Your knuckles were white as you finally let go of the bedsheet. You could barely speak to him despite your attempts. “Jesus- shit, I- Zora…”
He slowly climbed from the bed and walked to the bathroom, bringing you a washcloth to clean yourself up with. “If that isn’t your reaction then I haven’t done my job.” He chuckled slightly and looked at your dress that sat on the floor. “Let me throw your dress in the wash? You can spend the night here if you want to.”
You slowly sat up, giving him a confused look as he walked to the dresser again. He pulled a t-shirt from the drawer and threw it to you, watching you put it on as he pulled a pair of his basketball shorts up his legs. He grabbed the beer from the dresser and chugged the last bit of it. “I take that as you’re going to spend the night?”
You nodded slowly, still not quite sure you’d be able to speak. “Uh, yea… if you don’t- if you don’t mind.”
He stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I don’t mind at all. I’m gonna grab us some water.” He sauntered toward the door and opened it, turning back to face you before stepping out, the sound of the music playing downstairs faintly filling the room. “I’d love to carry on this thing we have here.” He winked before shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone as your thoughts run wild. Had you really just slept with THE Zora Ideale?
NSFW Headcanon of Zora sleeping naked and shy kind s/o sleeping naked too?
Zora Ideale... my main Black Clover man. 👌 You got it.
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It wasn’t often that Zora was able to convince you to sleep in your birthday suit. Living in a hideout with a bunch of other people had made that something very uncomfortable, but he never had a problem doing it himself.
So when he finally had convinced you to do it, you had never realized just how freeing it would truly be.
As you curled your body into his you had felt closer to him than you ever had before.
And as much as you hated to admit it, being naked in bed with him was making your needs grow exponentially.
But Zora took it upon himself to give into his first.
You had thought he had been asleep, but the hand that ran up your side and cupped your breast has made you realize otherwise.
Your body sunk further into his as he placed his lips to your neck, his length pushing against your ass as he got further into the moment.
His hand slid down your side and trailed further down your leg. Strong fingers stopped at your knee and slowly tugged at your leg, pulling it up over his. “Just relax, doll.”
Your heart began to beat out of your chest as you felt his erection slip between your thighs, rubbing over your folds as his hand reached around and found its way to your heat.
His fingers rubbed circles around your clit and your loins began to ache even more for him.
But before you could object his hand drew back and grasped his cock, stroking a few times before lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting his hips into yours.
Both his hands wrapped around you, cupping your breasts once again to pull your body as close to his as he could. He used his grip on your body as leverage as he pounded himself into you.
His breath was warm on your neck as his grunts filled your ears. He egged you on as he desperately tried to make you cry out. “No one is going to hear you, I promise.”
Your face grew red as you finally gave into the urges you had been holding back for so long. His name lustfully left your lips as he chuckled behind you. “That’s what I like to hear.”
The coil in your abdomen grew tighter with every passing second. Euphoria was coursing through you as he pressed soft kisses to the back of your neck.
“I-I’m so close Zora.”
He quickened his pace at your words and a sly grin painted his features. “Come for me, dollface.”
The growl that accompanied his statement threw you over the edge. The coil snapped and your orgasm turned your vision white as your senses overloaded.
Zora emptied himself out inside your cunt a couple seconds later, barely able to hold onto himself as your walls clamped around him.
His lips pressed to your neck and his hand moved the hair from your face. “Regret sleeping naked with me now?”
You now hated how much your brain was telling you that you wanted to do this more often.
