'slow Down' (3.6k) Shouto Todoroki X Female Reader

'slow down' (3.6k) shouto todoroki x female reader

warnings: sensory deprivation, sub!shouto sorta he just lets reader have control for the night, blindfolds handcuffs and earmuffs used, sex toys used, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, few petnames i think i use baby, princess and love.

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For the first time in a long time, Shouto felt a bubble of anxiety creeping up along his spine. Not a bad kind of anxiety however, no, this was much different. It was the anxiety of not knowing where he'd feel pleasure next, or what he'd feel at all. It was driving him insane at first, the heroic need to have his danger sense tuned in at all times. To be completely aware of all his surroundings constantly, and that even included when he'd come home.

Shouto had a bad habit of never shutting off, something in the back of his mind telling him to stay alert and that anything could happen at any given moment. But you were always there for him, to reassure him that nothing would go wrong if he just gives over the reins to you tonight. To let go of his worries and his heroic sense of duty for just one night, to let himself feel free and be in the unknown for the first time in a very long time.

You were initially surprised that Shouto had finally conceded to your gentle suggestion of letting you try something new with him tonight. Maybe he was just too tired to argue or maybe he really did need this "getaway" from always being in charge, always knowing what to do and when to do it.

Tonight it was your turn.

At first, he had been very sceptical about the handcuffs. "What if something goes wrong? I can't help if my hands are tied." He had asked, and it was a fair question, but you were also confident that nothing could go wrong tonight. It wouldn't be anything extreme, just something to stimulate him until he couldn't take it anymore. You promised him that, that nothing will go wrong and he finally let you slip the cool metal onto both of his wrists which he did give a tentative tug and seemingly settled in with the decision that he could very easily break out of these if he had to.

Then came the blindfold, which was much easier for him to allow you to slip over his head, hiding away those beautiful eyes that always gazed down at you with such devotion and adoration. Even with now his hands bound and sight restricted, you could see he was still paying attention to everything. The way his head would twitch a little in the direction of a car in the distance or when you'd move to the side—he was tracking you, and you figured that must be another part of his hero training.

"Sho, do you remember where you kept the case from when you had to do that training exercise with those American heroes?" you ask from somewhere in the bedroom, Shouto turns his head automatically in your direction and you shudder at the way he somehow is still watching you through the thick black material over his eyes.

He contemplates for a second, you can practically see him doing that thing where he scrunches his eyebrows together and glances to the side. "Uh, I think I might've put it in the bottom of the closest. Why? What does that have to do with anything we're doing tonight?" You didn't give him an answer, earning you a soft call of your name to see if you were even still there.

The bounce of the case on the bed made him jump, a smirk on your lips but you didn't dare laugh—god knows he'd rip off the blindfold and skip the whole foreplay part. "Shouto?" you ask, his head turning to the position you had taken in front of him. "I'm going to slide this over your head now, okay?" and you wait for his nod before sliding the ear protection he had been provided for a mission.

His reaction was instant, back straightening and hands reaching out to grab whatever he could in front of him despite the awkward way the handcuffs kept his hands together. You lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he flinches at the feeling before relaxing into the way you kiss him again, and again until you reach his lips and give him a much longer kiss. A silent promise that he'll be okay.

You guide him gently back further onto the bed, the whole movement awkward when the man is nearly a foot taller than you and built like a brick house. Once he's laid out on the bed, you can't help but stare at him, the way his hair fans out on the pillow behind his head and the steady, and deep rise and fall of his chest. He was truly beautiful. You're gentle with the way you lay your hands on him, let him feel your approaching warmth so you don't scare him and you don't miss the way he relaxes into your hands, how he slowly but surely hands over the control for the night.

Guiding his hands above his head, you watch the way his hands curl to grip the top of the wooden headboard and how his muscles bulge. How had you even managed to bag such a beautiful, strong man? It felt odd at times, the difference between the two of you. The way he was a top pro hero and you were just a civilian. An odd power balance, and tonight you were going to tip the scales in your favour. You could see the way his veins pulsed, how his jaw ticked in anticipation once you removed your hands entirely from him.

Deciding to ease him into it gently, you hovered your hand just over his stomach and the way he tensed was immediate. A body so well trained would be able to feel when something is close by, you continued to hover your hand over his body up and up until you reached his chest. Finally, you let your fingertip brush down against his pec, tantalizingly slow as you traced around the muscle—purposely avoiding his nipple, and it seemed to work with the almost frustrated groan leaving Shouto's mouth. You figure he might not have meant for you to hear it, that he might be unable to tell just how loud he's being in reality.

The idea of that makes you grin like a cat who had got the cream.

You repeat the same slow strokes on his opposite pec, still purposely avoiding his nipple and you can see the way his stomach twitches, how he's sucking in deeper breaths the closer and closer you get before rewarding you with a pretty groan that's slowly turning into a whine when you back away. Taking the moment to look him over, your eyes travel down to his boxers. He was painfully hard, you could tell from how it was just peeking past the band, twitching and smearing pre against his skin each time he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself.

A twinge of guilt filled your gut, he must be starving for the contact—for just a little more, you know you'd be yearning for his touch if the roles were reversed. So you take a bit of pity on him in the situation, finally leaning over him whilst your hands delicately stroke mindless patterns along his stomach as he sucked in a sharp breath when your tongue flicked against his nipple. The moan he let out was something you were rarely gifted with, only when he was feeling just as needy as you. It was something that didn't match the deepness of his voice or the stoic look on his face when he did day-to-day tasks, it was whiny and breathless, and the rush of power that flicked its way through your brain and throbbed between your legs had you immediately latching onto his nipple.

Tugging gently with your teeth, flicking your tongue before popping off with a loud pop. You watched the way his head fell back against the headboard, seemingly ready to relax for the moment after the sudden stimulation. But instead, you blow gently against his nipple, letting the air catch again on the wet skin. Shouto's hips jerk upwards, rolling his hips to try and alleviate the ache of his cock against the material of his boxers.

"Enough teasing..." he warns, but it doesn't quite have the firmness to it that you had heard before during sex. The words are slurred, especially when you move to the opposite nipple and give the same treatment but tenfold, biting just a little harder which got a hiss to slip past gritted teeth. You flicked your eyes up to see his hands straining against the wooden headboard, fingers curling harshly into the wood and you're certain if you moved his hands there may be a touch of ice and a handprint smouldering into the wood.

When he jerked his hips up once again you backed off, leaving him aching for some sort of contact once again whilst you just sat back and watched him for a moment. You're not quite sure you've ever had an opportunity to see Shouto so debauched, so needy, you briefly wonder if he would ever let you do this again. Probably not if you don't take care of what you'd caused between his legs.

Shouto's head snapped instantly in your direction, or what he presumed was your direction when you slid off of the bed. He calls your name, a tone that has you automatically reaching over to gently squeeze his bicep one, two, three times, 'I love you', a signal you had both decided on when you were anxious one day in public. Just a quick way of reassurance, that he was always there no matter what. Usually, it would've been with his hands, but given the situation, you figured this might be the best next thing. And it is, Shouto visibly relaxes and lets his hands slowly loosen on the wood, able to finally take deep breaths whilst you're off doing whatever in the bedroom.

You try to be quick, not wanting to leave him suspended in this space of no sight or hearing. You step out of your clothes, pushing them towards the laundry basket before digging around for something in the bedside table. You had only used it once before with Shouto, he seemed to enjoy it last time if the way he had cum within ten minutes of it being used on him was anything to go by. You finally climb back up onto the bed, slotting yourself so you're hovering over your boyfriend's lap.

His fingers twitch, an urge to grab you by the hips like he had so many times before and gently guide you down to him, to sink you down entirely on his cock and to swallow your soul through a kiss alone. Your hands return to his chest, slowly stroking along the hardened ridges of his muscles, along each and every scar that he had told you about in the long nights when you had both laid together caressing one another.

His entire body jolts when your fingertips brush over the tip of his cock that had been peeking from his boxers, and his toes curl in the air uselessly when you continue to drag your hand down along the length of it through his boxers. It felt harder than usual, like molten steel, you're pretty certain if you were to give him enough attention down here then he might end up cumming just a little earlier than he'd like. The sound of your name comes out much more like a warning this time, a hiss as you put a little pressure against his balls. "Don't think for one second that I won't break these handcuffs and fuck you myself, stop teasing me."

You laugh to yourself at his words, he sounded far too serious for the situation he was in. But the fact of the matter is that you don't think that, at all, you're pretty certain that he could do it without any effort and you don't doubt he'd fuck you into next week if you continue to tease him.

Your fingers finally dance their way back up along his cock, tucking gently around the waistband and it's subconscious how he raises his hips to help you shimmy them down before he effortlessly kicks them to the end of the bed. His cock twitches and flexes against his stomach, bobbing in need whilst you shamelessly ogle at his body. It had never failed to impress you, he was so beautifully cut in every way, and it was definitely no surprise to you that he had a beautiful dick either. It was long, thick but not overly thick where you'd struggle to take it fluidly but it was the thickness that still had you drooling and seeing stars. It leaned slightly to the left, flushed a pretty pink.

He sucks in a harsh breath when you take a hold of his cock after a moment of silence, the coolness of the lube you had picked up off of the bedside table causing him to let out a long low groan, hips bucking up the best they could whilst being pinned beneath your body. "Final warning—" he stutters over his words when you roll the silicone ring over and down his cock, letting it settle at the base and you can't help but smirk at his reaction. Pretty lips parted, hair dishevelled and arms tensing and untensing.

This was one of your favourite toys for a reason, not only did it get a great reaction out of Shouto but it also ensured you'd have such a strong orgasm you'd struggle to breathe. You keep your hand around his cock whilst you shuffle forward just a little, letting the tip of his cock brush against your folds. "Oh fuck, princess, you're going to be the death of me." He babbles whilst you slowly start to lower yourself down, the stretch was intense but so fulfilling you couldn't stop yourself from sinking lower and lower until your clit was flush with the cock ring you had slipped onto Shouto.

The moan you let out harmonized with his own, something he would rarely let you have the pleasure of listening to. He had always had a shyness when it came to the noises he made, but maybe tonight would be a turning point to allow him to be more vocal with you. You let him adjust to the sudden stimulation, not wanting to throw him overboard too quickly. Your hands roam up and down his chest, along his stomach and down along his hips until you reach the patch of mismatched hair. As much as you enjoy having this level of control over Shouto, you couldn't help but miss the filthy way he'd speak to you, how he'd comment on how beautiful you'd look or how perfect you sounded when you screamed his name.

You tentatively lean forward, careful to not let his cock slip from within you before sliding a hand along his cheek and up to his ear enough to push the earmuff away. "Sho?" you ask gently, and you nearly melt at the soft smile on his face as if he was relieved to finally hear your voice.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm going to take the ear protection off now, didn't want to spring it on you out of nowhere." He nods a little, a quiet thank-you from his mouth when you take it off of his head and let it drop to the side of the bed. "No taking the blindfold off yet though, okay?"

"Anything for you," he says it so easily that you don't doubt he means it. You're certain Shouto would give you the moon if you just asked him.

Leaning back finally, you clench around him experimentally and Shouto does still let his moan fly past his lips, head bumping back against the headboard. "I swear woman, you're going to make me cum before I've even had the chance to fuck you." you grin, this is what you wanted, to hear him speak more.

"What if I said that's what I want?" you challenge, watching the way he sucked on his teeth before he broke into his own smile, though his smile was more something you saw more often when he was on the brink of losing control, letting every carnal desire flood his mind and take you. You can see him readying some sort of retort, most likely an empty threat about the handcuffs being broken. So you reach a hand down between your legs, pressing the small button on the edge of the short bullet vibrator built into the ring.

You gasp at the sudden stimulation to your clit, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips to have the tip of his cock grind against your sweet spot. Shouto beneath you tenses up, no doubt feeling the vibrations naturally from how it sits at the base of his cock but also how it's practically vibrating your walls from just how strong it was. So this is why you had only used it once, it was a strong little thing that drove you both to paradise a little too quickly.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Lifting your hips up gently, you roll your hips back down in a fluid motion that has Shouto once again gripping the headboard and chewing on his bottom lip. "Shit, you sound so wet love, all because you had me at your mercy?" he laughs, albeit it's more like he's having the wind punched out of him when you purposely drop down a little harder whilst clenching around his cock when the bullet hits your clit just right.

"Yeah—" you huff, stomach lurching as you continue to brush against the bullet that most definitely must have some sort of super battery inside of it powering just how strong it was.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" you glance up at him to see him smiling at you, a smile that could melt butter you're certain of it. "Cum for me," he demands, and as much as you want to resist, to not succumb to his words you can't help it. He had hardwired your body to respond to him, to listen to his every word and so you cum.

And you cum hard.

You clench around him impossibly tighter, unable to continue to lift yourself up and down and practically choke on your moan when Shouto takes the initiative, planting his feet against the bed and thrusting up into you. You have to steady yourself on his chest, your panting moans against his face and he naturally turns to you, as if he was trying to envision just what you looked like beyond the blindfold. "Sho', slow down, I'm—" you squeal when he doesn't listen, pounding up into you with an impressive display of core strength and hitting directly against your sweet spot.

"Another one, give me another my love," he pants, sweat rolling along the column of his throat and you're overcome with the desire to lick it, to suck on his salty heated skin. You don't want to give him this one however, it was still your night. You angle your body a little more against his own, tits pressed against his flushed chest and you shiver at the drastic difference between both sides. A single hand slides up along his neck, up along his jaw and he naturally leans into it, still gently cooing to 'just cum for me baby', 'be a good girl for me'.

It's tempting, to say the least. But you have another plan in mind.

Your fingers slip to the side of the blindfold, and you're pulling your body back up straight with the blindfold still in hand. Shouto seems ruffled by the sudden return of his vision, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the warm amber light of the room before he locks eyes directly onto you. He can't stop the way his eyes drift down between your legs, looking at the copious amount of slick on both your thighs and his hips, soaking his pubes and just above the cock ring is a creamy ring consisting of a mixture of both his and your arousal.

The sight has his mind reeling, eyes rolling into the back of his head whilst his cock twitches, hard. Pulsing and its molten inside of you, the way his cum paints your walls deep inside of you and yet his hips are still thrusting up into you lazily to fuck his cum deeper and deeper until he's fully spent. Your own orgasm is finally ripped from you when he gives one final hard thrust, ensuring the vibrator stays pressed against your clit. His eyes finally reopen to watch you breathe in deep, your eyes glazed over from the intensity of the orgasm and he thinks this might just be what Heaven looks like.

Finally, he slumps back against the bed, legs going slack and you inevitably fall forward on him causing him to huff out a breath. Your hand between you just enough to press the button to allow you a bit of relief from the consistent buzzing. There's the sound of something snapping before both of his hands come down to comb through your hair, gentle fingers that had been used to serve and protect carefully taking apart small tangles before he massages your scalp. "Love you," you mumble against his chest, body still boneless against his.

"I love you too princess," he breathes just as easily, letting his body succumb to relaxation. He knows he'll have to get up at some point but for now, he'll bathe in the calm after the storm, to just enjoy the contentment that settles deep into his chest.

Maybe he'll let you do this more often.

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XIAO who gently holds the petals of the now dry qingxin you once placed in his hair. the vigilant yaksha hates the idea of you having to embark alone on this journey. but it’s not like he can leave liyue unattended, that’s not what you wanted, anyway. so now the adeptus wonders, and waits. waits hoping to not hear your name calling his voice in the wind. that would mean you are in danger. no, xiao chides himself, he can’t think like that; he has to believe you will be alright. you reassured him, after all, your smile the bright crystalflies that shine upon his darkest nights. he will wait until you return, just as you always do, with only the stars for company on the nights bloodshed is all xiao knows before your arms envelop him.

VENTI who longingly eyes the (now empty) bottle of dandelion wine you gifted to him on your guys anniversary. the usual cheerful sunshine in him is dimmed by the semi-opaque stained glass of the bottle in his hands, memories of your kiss and the wind through your hair swirling like a lethal and addictive liquor. venti knows you will be safe, you are the anemo archon’s beloved; yet still, a pout draws on his sweet lips when he thinks of how you left before sunrise, only a note and a cecilia flower to keep him company in the meantime. so the windborne bard reminisces. if he closes his eyes, he can almost feel the tickle of your lips on the back of his neck. soon enough, he tells himself, teal sky eyes reflecting the rainbows the midday sun casts through the crystal bottle.

SCARAMOUCHE who doesn’t separate of your favorite plushie. you entrusted it to him before your departure, as an oath of sorts, to come back, safe, sound and soon. the wanderer’s gaze of iridic constellated hyacinths regards your plushie with fondness once more, before slipping it under his hat. it won’t be alone there, he thinks, for the doll that accompanies him everywhere is there too. and both will keep company to his once hollowed heart, now full, the previous black hole, filled with galaxies of you, your smiles and tender touches, an expanding nebula of rose-colored waking dreams. you and your affection, a universe inside of him, warm and happy; a place where birds always sing, somewhere you took him to stay. together. somewhere he can keep smiling, the tug on his lips too intense to be concealed by the midnight of half-hearted scowls. he looks up. it’s a starry night. scaramouche wonders if you are looking up at the sky too.

ALBEDO whose love for you runs so deep, he doesn’t even need a material object. the vivid image of your features is engraved in that brilliant mind of his. and to the world, he will show the gilded petals of your beauty; a new blank canvas, his realm to command, every colorful brushstroke rendering you in everlasting bloom. as flickering icy diamonds flutter to the ground, sundry hues blanket his canvas. a masterpiece in the making, the frigid howling winds upon the dragonspine mountains, the orchestra for the climax of this play. you, his muse. him, the starring role, destined to make you shine, shine, shine. because even in his memories, you will forever be bright as golden morning dew upon the most glorious sunrise. the alchemist paints. minutes tick by. your return is nearer with every new patch of ground covered in the color of chalk.

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HU TAO who fiddles with her new silver ring. you got it together at a stall during lantern rite, the funeral parlor director’s vivacious eyes rivaling the xiao lanterns floating in the sky. yet now, her soul lingers in the dream-like ghost of instants together. she misses you. it’s not unusual for you to be out on commissions for a while, but this time your travel will take longer. what if… no, hu tao shakes her head, she can’t think like that. she’s been keeping track of the souls entering the other world and you seem to be okay but… the director closes her igneous eyes. the coldness of the ring you got for her grounds her, rowing her spirit to sunnier shores. the sky is so blue… it seems like a good omen.

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THINGS GOJO SATORU SAYS IN BED

“hey—no teasing. take it all. ngh .. fuck me..”

“you cryin?”

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“try to keep your legs up, i know it’s hard. but try for me beautiful.”

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code name: kage-hime target: loid forger, CEO of an infrastructure company. he is apparently a single gentleman from a family with a good reputation. according to the client, mr. forger appears to be a danger to society.

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your parents have always been good and friendly, kind and helpful people. growing up you had a normal and happy life. as normal and happy as the life of contract killers can be. from a young age the fundamentals of becoming an excellent assassin were indoctrinated into you every day after school, on holidays, and on out-of-town trips. mom taught you that to take them down in one shot was enough to aim between their eyes, dad on the other hand that bloodstains go away easily on windbreakers. you owe everything to your family, so you work hard every day to repay them for everything.

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warnings: fluff, and my horrible attempts at explaining kisses, i feel bad putting him as a warning the entire time but he is a menace

✧ scaramouche,, isn't too fond of physical affection

✧ in his eyes, it's weird that people press their mouths together and 'make out', which literally looks like they are eating each other's face (he watched fatui recruits make out in the hallways, my dude saw some wild stuff)

✧ however, scaramouche is open to learn more about kisses, though you need time and patience to warm him up to the idea

✧ while he likes soft pecks on his cheeks when he isn't in the mood for more affection, he becomes really soft around you (and his cheeks are extremely squishy and you feel like you have to thank the shogun for creating him like this)

✧ cup his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses and he will groan at your display of affection, but never dares to make any argument against you - in fact, if you would stop due to his reaction, he'll glare at you and ask immediately why you stopped

✧ for him, kisses are really intimate. after all, he wouldn't press his mouth onto anyone else mouth other than yours that is, so that's that

✧ i see him as the type of person to grab your hands and press soft kisses onto the back of your hand, your fingertips and any small wound you have from fighting that he could find. he also likes pressing his face into the palm of your hand afterwards, a smug grin on his face when he notices your startled and flustered expression on your face as you try to process what he just did. it's such a simple act to show how much he truly appreciates you and yet you always have the same shocked look on your face.

✧ kisses with scaramouche are not an everyday thing. while he has his five minutes in which he might be more demanding for affection than on other days, he doesn't really want to to kiss you the entire time. if you ever come home to him however and kiss him on the lips unprompted, he'll scoff but won't ever refuse you

✧ despite that, kissing him for real, on his actual lips is somewhat of an experience. you can tell he has never done this before and it bothers him to the point of wanting to reject any sort of affection like this, so that's why you need patience. he'll quickly believe that he is of no use if he is unable to perform any task before him, even if it might be a simple kiss (it's the trauma)

✧ his kisses are slow but demanding, leaving you breathless when he parts from you. his hands usually cup your face in an almost possessive way, his way of making sure you're not actually leaving (which sounds stupid in his head since you're right?? there??). his kisses might be slow and somewhat sensual, something rather unexpected from the balladeer of all people, but he's demanding your entire attention to be directed at him, to only see him in those few seconds and that you wouldn't dare even to think about anyone else

✧ he doesn't really peck your face or suddenly attack you with a barrage of kisses, but rather, when he happens to be in a good mood, he'll kiss your forehead gently and immediately turn away and leave the scene as quickly as possible

✧ in a way he reminds you of how snow is, ice cold to the touch but melts right away when coming in contact with your skin - scaramouche was just like that. with no natural body warmth and nothing to essentially make him human, he struggles with himself in a way you couldn't understand but try and grasp upon his feelings

✧ you know that the only reason he still wants to keep you at an arms length at times is rooted in his own fear of being abandoned, something you'd never dare to speak up about with him. knowing him, he'd get upset if you ever mentioned any hidden insecurity of his

✧ so when he kisses you, a small gentle kiss to the back of your hand, a loving kiss on the lips that only you ever came to receive from him, he was similar to a snowflake melting and warming up. he might be cold to the touch, but his heart must be otherwise, that's what you're certain about

✧ at one point, scaramouche might even become impatient if you forget to kiss him after returning home or if you forget your daily peck on his cheek (something he wants to hate but craves as a part of his routine)

✧ sitting across the room, he might clear his throat multiple times, his arms crossed before his chest as he glares at you expectantly

✧ if you have the audacity to ask him what's wrong he'll scoff, simply asking in a deadpan tone if you didn't forget about something - if you still can't remember, scaramouche won't say it and leave the room just moments later, mumbling something under his breath not even you could understand. his pride doesn't allow him to ask for kisses, and besides, how could you forget? (he's more bothered by the fact that he hated not receiving any kiss that morning as you were in a hurry)

✧ why don't you magically understand what he wants from you? stupid mortal

✧ it's not until weeks later you notice the subtle pattern in his behavior. if you kissed his cheek he wouldn't sit down at the same spot and clear his throat pasisve aggressively, sitting there with his arms crossed and glaring at you

✧ if you ask him about it in a rather amused tone, he'll huff and dismiss you, claiming that 'you're too stupid to even remember your own routine' - you don't press this matter and simply give him a peck on his cheek

✧ my poor boy never received any love, so any form of affection and especially physical affection feels foreign to him, so he needs time to warm up to it. however, in his case it's absolutely worth it - for him as for you, he can show you even further how important you are to him, even if it was just a simple kiss

✧ and being a little shit, he expects the same treatment for him without having to ask for it. after all, you said this is what lovers do, so it should come natural to you, right?

✧ he won't admit that he likes kisses. he will never admit this, but you know better

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2 years ago

⑅ ۫ . ෆ ˟ ໒꒱ DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME?

al haitham x f!reader ౨ৎ . . . 17+ only ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. fluff! fluffy fluffy mega fluff :3 / sensitive eared al haitham snifl ;;n;; he's so kwuit / maybe ooc al haitham? / suggestive undertones / al haitham calls reader a "minx" at one point ‹𝟹

al haitham doesn't have his earpiece on the first time you fall asleep on his shoulder. it's in the comfort of his own home, it's a good day and there's a good book in his lap and his good friend is sitting next to him— he has no reason to keep it on.

it doesn't catch him off guard when he feels the familiarity of your weight on his shoulder and the warmth of your body as it falls slack against his own, something he's felt countless times no thanks to your several clumsy trips and slips here and there. he looks down at you to find you asleep, and he's almost tempted to maneuver you into laying on the couch and throwing a blanket at your face to avoid all the whining you'll be doing about your neck aching after you wake up.

"tired, are we? it's only noon..."

but his gaze softens as he continues observing you— the sweet innocence gracing your face and the slight part of your lips as you begin to quietly snore— and he can't seem to find it in himself to remove you from him. and he sighs a defeated sigh, because al haitham is quick to come to the conclusion that he enjoys having you lay on him like this, that he likes how adorable you look when you aren't yapping your mouth at him. and he decides he can be selfish for now, damn the little neck ache you'll feel from straining it like this.

he lets you rest on his shoulder silently while he continues to read his book, but it's not long after when you begin to whimper incoherently in your sleep, brows furrowed and your arms wrapping around one of his own. he watches, patiently and curiously as you snuggle into his chest, nuzzling your face against his neck in search of more comfort.

"oh? this is new." he grins and muses to no one but himself, a brow cocked up as he continues to watch you with interest, trying to decipher whatever it is that you're mumbling.

and then he hears it— tiny, repeated whines of his name spilling from your lips without a filter— 'haitham... 'haitham, like you... like you s'much... you breathe blissfully against the shell of his ear and al haitham swears his heart skips a beat.

huh. it's never done that before.

and so he purses his lips, grinding his molars in an attempt to swallow the perturbed grunt that bubbles in his throat as your nose continues to graze along his ear, softly smoothing along the cartilage. the book lays long forgotten on his lap as his hands ball into white-knuckled fists, spine lit ablaze with tingles that rush through his nerves at every breath, whisper, touch you lay over his ear.

there's no denying his ears are incredibly sensitive to both sound and touch, the latter always causing him to react in more... salacious ways.

and even with all the self-discipline and resolve al haitham has built up over the years, he is still a human by nature, and he begins to find it immensely difficult to keep his blood from flowing south. his pants seem tighter all of a sudden and his crotch begins to ache and oh, the feel of your skin against his makes him feel like he's being scorched alive.

"you little minx." al haitham whispers cooly and matter-of-factly, the neutral expression on his face a stark contrast to the flames that grow blue in the pit of his heart.

but his choice of wording is absolutely incorrect, he knows this, because you, never the wiser, are about the furthest thing from a minx. there's nothing cunning or impudent about your current actions, but god— it feels like you're reaching straight into his chest, tugging at his heartstrings and carving your name into the organ, because all he can think, feel is you, you, you.

"if you're trying to get me wrapped around your finger..." he stops to sigh, shaking his head with a defeated smile. and the more he looks at you, the more he's tempted to flick your forehead, poke it with his finger until you wake up and discover your body curled up against his; just to see you embarrassed and quiet and avoidant of his gaze. but, no— instead, he leans into your forehead, lips barely grazing over the skin just as your lips did his ear, before pulling back, deciding that perhaps this, a teasing conversation and a forehead kiss would be best saved for when you're awake. "you're doing an excellent job of it."

from coco ๑‧₊˚ ෆ he is my littl honeyboy ! i kiskiskiskis so soft .... yeah . hav dis littl thing i thought up after his teaser video yesterday >0< hope ya like it , even if its only a bit ! comments + reblogs + feedback of any kind ! r supa ! dupa appreciated !! thankies a billi for reading ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა

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taking his knot | 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚

a.n: i want to eat him. cw. knotting

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imagine the way he would switch between whimpering and growling. his hands slipping from your waist because he’s fucking you in such a frenzy that a sheen of sweat covers your body, the smell of your arousal driving him insane.

he flips you over flat on your stomach and fucks into you like that. he lets gravity do the work as he drops his hips against your ass, pounding into you. but when you cry for more, for him to fuck you harder and deeper, he grips the headboard and uses it to drive himself into you. the wood bangs against the wall as he splits you open, and he’s sure everyone person and creature in gandharva ville can hear your cries of pleasure.

he’s borderline delirious now. his body weight is comforting on top of you as he licks from your shoulder up to your ear, nibbling on your skin as he whispers filthy promises of how your gonna take his knot, of how he’s gonna empty himself into your tight hole and fill you up. when he feels himself getting close, he quickly pulls out and turns you over; something about how the lewd look on your face as he stretches you out makes him come even harder. he pushes your knees to your chest as he slips inside you, a harsh growl bubbling from his chest as he sets a harsh pace, hard and so deep that each thrust takes your breath away. you know he’s close when you feel yourself begin to stretch around him even more.

you press a hand to his lower stomach in an attempt to get him to slow down but he grabs it, holding it above your head as he leans in closer, “you’re gonna take this cock for me?” he whispers before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. it’s sloppy and messy as your teeth gnash together, his tongue swirling around yours.

he leans back again and holds your thighs down, your knees pressed to your ears now as he has you spread wide open. he pushes himself inside you one more time, slipping in with a wet pop. his grip is tight against your legs as his cock swells some more before coating your insides with thick ropes of creamy cum. he lets out the most salacious moans as he fills you, showering you with praises of “that’s it’s baby” and “fuck you feel so warm” and “god you’re so good for taking all of my cum. for taking all of me.”

the sensation of fullness coupled with how wanton and filthy tighnari is being is what finally drives you over your edge. with a wail of his name so loud he’s sure the sages in sumeru city could hear, you tighten around his thick cock, and the vice grip you have on him causes him to choke. he collapses to your chest with a whine as his body shoots out even more cum. and after giving you all that he has, he lays there, his face pressed against your chest as he waits for both of you to catch your breaths. his tail curls around your waist as he slowly turns you guys over, his cock still inside you. you rest on top of him for a moment, your eyes sliding shut when all of sudden you feel him jerk underneath you. you look down at him to see his pretty eyes glowing, his canines growing a bit sharper as he asks you with a predatory grin,

“ready for round two??”

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