#ah Sahm x reader

[sweetandabitspycho]

flufftober&kinktober I couldn't decide so I'm doing both

Please feel free to request something ❤️ even if this list is full I'll make room for bonus stories.

Most of the smuts will have a little bit of kinky to it, even with fluff smuts

Oct 1st Tej x Reader hurt comfort

Oct 2th Woojin x Reader fluff smut blowjob's

Oct 3th Han Seok x Reader KINKYsmuts

Oct 4th Dean Winchester x Reader fluff smuts w/ kinky

Oct 5th Vladimir Ranskahov x Reader fluff

Oct 6th Anatoly Ranskahov x Reader fluff

Oct 7th Choi Mujin x Reader fluff

Oct 8th Do Gangjae x Reader smut

Oct 9th Jung Taeju x Reader fluff smuts

Oct 10th Ah Sahm x Reader fluff smuts

Oct 11th Bolo x Reader fluff smuts

Oct 12th Snake eyes x Reader fluff

Oct 13th Choi Mujin x Reader w/kinky fluffy smut

Oct 14th Han Seo x Reader w/kinky fluffy smut

#flufftober #writing list #kinktober #kdramas x reader #vincenzo x reader #fast and furious x reader #kdrama x yn #vincenzo x yn #fast x reader #x reader #kdramas to watch #my name x reader #jang han seo x reader #warrior x reader #hbo warrior #warrior max #Ah Sahm x Reader

[blorbyeo]

In the Ring

Vox Phantasma! Reader, Kara, who, freshly shipped from New York, sneaks out every night to see if she can find fighting rings to test her skills. After all, she had been training for years under the monks at the Order of the Concrete Fist, as a good pupil she couldn't dishonor them by getting rusty.

Obviously, she cannot go out at night as a woman. Luckily, years ago her sister had gifted her a three-quarter dragon mask. It's a red mask depicting a snarling dragon. It juts out beyond her nose, gathers in towards her cheekbones, and splays out to her just beyond her jawline. This mask was no ordinary mask, it was a magical mask crafted by the wizards at the Gramercy Occult Society. It has the ability to physically alter the gender of the wearer. The mask's effects only end when she chooses to take it off, or should it ever break. This way, Kara could escort her sister without breaking the chaperone rules of high society.

The mask can only change one's appearance so much. For Kara, the mask squares her jawline and broadens her shoulders. Her breasts shrink or grow to fit a muscular build, and she loses her feminine curves in place of a traditional triangle body shape.

One night, Kara finds her way to the Barbary Coast fighting pits. She is cocky and confident in her abilities. She has already gone three rounds in the pit when Ah Sahm enters. The masked man in the ring has just won. He is garbed in a vest and a pair of loose-fitting pants.

"Who else will challenge me? Huh?! The man who killed a dragon," Kara yells into the crowd. And Ah Sahm loves a challenge and, on occasion, enjoys putting egotistical people in their place. So, he steps into the pit against the man wearing a red dragon mask.

The two men enter the ring. Immediately, Ah Sahm knows this man is not a boxer, at least not in the way other white men are. He has long loosely curled brown hair that is tied back and his eyes are a striking green. The strange fighter circles him like a martial artist would. Ah Sahm, testing his theory, lets the other fighter attack first.

Kara starts with a quick series of punches all aimed at her opponent's chest and face. Almost all of them are blocked except for a couple of lucky hits to his torso.

Ah Sahm is surprised at the young man's martial abilities. But that doesn't stop him from attacking back. He delivers precise and calculated kicks and punches of his own, in return aiming for his opponent's weak spots and openings. The brunet does his best to block and dodge, but he is quickly tiring. A lucky kick to the chest sends the younger man sprawling backward into the dirt.

"Not so cocky when you have your ass in the dirt," Ah Sahm taunts. He sees the fury flash in the man's eyes.

Instead of dignifying her opponent with a response, Kara growls, pushing herself up and charging. She fiercely kicks her opponent several times. Again, he blocks most of them, except for the lucky one that manages to catch him off guard. It connects with the side of his head, sending him sprawling to the ground. Panting, she puts space between them, in an attempt to recover.

Even though all Ah Sahm can hear is ringing in his ears, he gets up quickly. He can tell when a fight is almost over. He charges. He knows the man is tiring quickly and, even though he could keep up in the beginning, is quite outmatched in comparison. He unleashes an absolute barrage of blows, kicks, and punches against the younger man.

Kara does her best to block but realizes she is outmatched. However, that doesn't stop her from putting up a fight. She goes for a feint, but her opponent dodges her attack. She feels herself getting yanked forward, and a punch landing harshly against the mask before she falls at her opponent's feet.

Her blood runs cold as she feels the mask shatter against her skin. Now in a heap on the ground, the mask falls from her face, and Kara's body reverts to its original feminine shape. The crowd falls silent, just as confused as Ah Sahm.

Ah Sahm watches as the mask falls from his opponent's face and the man transforms into a woman. Had they been a woman the whole time? How could he make such a mistake? How could he have not noticed? He can only stare down at her in surprise. Their eyes meet, and hers are filled with anger and fury. He almost thinks he imagines the grief he sees behind the more volatile emotions.

"You're a...woman?"

Kara can only glare furiously at the man standing over her. She collects as much of the broken mask as she can. Surrounded by men, the grief, anger, and fear are too much. Kara feels her magic and the Umbral Arcana surge in response to her emotions. The wildness inside her responds to her instinctual desire at that moment, the desire to escape.

In an instant, Ah Sahm watches the woman in front of him disappear. He knows he saw her there one instant and gone the next. Logic and his brain tell him she just ran through the crowd, but he knows she saw her there one instant and gone the next. There is no way she pushed her way through the crowd so quickly.

#warrior #the unsleeping city #ah sahm #ah sahm x reader #Ah Sahm x reader insert #Ah Sahm x original female character

[say-ulalalala]

What / Who I Write For

Basically just a small masterpost on the characters / idols I write for, and also the things I write about! ^^

What I write:

Fluff, romance, angst, crack, and sometimes smut (but only for HBO Max's Warrior characters) or anything in-between;

Occasionally, I might write about dark topics (mainly abuse and mental health issues (these will be tagged as such)) and maybe anything with children;

I also write based on headcanons as well;

Idols who are 04 liners and older;

Character Ships, Character x Fem!/AFAB!/Gender Neutral Reader, Idol Pairings;

Drabbles (Single Drabbles, Double Drabbles, and Triple Drabbles), Standalone fics (both short and long ones), Songfics, Multi-chapter fics and AUs, and maybe scenarios

What I don't write:

Anything containing non-con, abuse, incest, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc;

Idol x Reader;

Male readers;

BP / GP;

Smut for kpop idols;

Basically anything I'm uncomfy with

Who I write for:

HBO Max's Warrior

Ah Sahm, Ah Toy, Mai Ling, Li Yong, Nellie Davenport, Eliza Pendleton

Kpop groups (more groups might be added in the near future):

Aespa

Yoo Jimin / Karina, Uchinaga Aeri / Giselle, Kim Minjeong / Winter, Ning Yizhuo / Ningning

Enhypen

Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong / Jay, Sim Jaeyun / Jake, Park Sunghoon, Kim Sunoo, Yang Jungwon

Everglow

Park Jiwon / E:U, Kim Sihyeon, Heo Yoorim / Aisha, Wang Yiren

Ive

Kim Gaeul, An Yujin, Naoi Rei, Jang Wonyoung, Kim Jiwon / Liz

Lapillus

Chantal Videla / Chanty, Nonaka Shana, Nancy Yang / Yue, Susanna Kim / Bessie

Le Sserafim

Miyawaki Sakura, Kim Chaewon, Huh Yunjin, Nakamura Kazuha

Red Velvet

Bae Joohyun / Irene, Kang Seulgi, Son Seungwan / Wendy

That's all for now I guess, further notes and reminders will be stated in my works :)

#what i write for #who i write for #apparently i thought i posted this already but since i haven't lemme just do this now

[camdentown-library]

So yeah...I'm simping for "Warrior" and yes the requests are super open for these characters:

#bill o'hara #warrior #ah sahm #young jun #li yong #wang chao #richard henry lee #imagine #imagines #request open #x reader

[krampus-chai]

Debating becoming a fic blog just so I can create stories with a male reader so I stop getting dysphoria

#x male reader #specifically people like #ah sahm #lu xin lee

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Anymore Ah Sahm x reader or Tommy x reader stories coming out soon?…….👀

None in the coming weeks as I’m too focused on getting this Tangerine series finished haha! Once that’s done I will of course start writing for Ah Sahm and Tomisaburo again cause tbh with you I miss them lol! there’s a Tommy one shot in the works for a friend, I just haven’t had the time to finish it off yet <3

#ask #anonymous #fic talk

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I've always loved how you write Ah Sahm x Reader, and seeing you taking on Namor x Reader is- *dies from pure excitement*. I am so excited to read more of your Namor x Reader stories!!

This is so damn sweet!! Thank you so much!! Ah Sahm is for sure my favourite character to write, he’s just the best! Namor is a whole dream I love him so much too <3

#ask #anonymous

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‘Tender Mornings’ | Ah Sahm x Reader

rating: T

word count: 1,600

summary: You wake up in Ah Sahm’s arms one morning and help ease his sore muscles before you have to leave for work. Reader is gender neutral.

genre: Fluff, morning cuddles, soft slices of life 

warnings: Mentions of violence and bruises, implied nudity

a/n: Thank you so much to @simpingforclaudette for her help and inspiration for this 🥰 

The day began with the bright but tired eyes that watched you with a smile, their corners crinkled. You’d seen his gaze strike like lightning when his mind was full or elsewhere; His brown eyes made of habit of singeing all they touched, however brief or fleeting, with the fiercest focus. But that morning his eyes were wide and happy, they were warm. Sleep clung to his lashes like dew and tenderness tugged on their curve so gently. As you lay there in his arms, his body meshed with yours, his gaze was empty of anything other than pure affection. You couldn't find anything but a sense of home in those burning eyes.

You traced a finger over the short hair on his jaw until his eyes fluttered closed and he swallowed, jaw clenched. Your touch feels so good on his skin, it almost doesn’t seem real. He’ll never get used to such delicacies. This could be the thousandth time he’d woken up with you in his arms or felt your hands on his skin and it still feels like the first to him. It's so unlike anything else he’s used to.

“Good morning,” he murmured in his voice so deep and coarse with sleep. 

“Morning. How are you feeling?” You asked.

“Sore,” he replied, but wound his arms around you a little tighter to bring you in close, “Better now.” He smiled at you again, his eyes filled with so much love and adoration and his smile was so lazy and true. 

As you cupped his cheek, he turned his head to the side to kiss your palm. With a hum, his eyes closed as you trace a small cut on his cheek with your thumb. 

“Come here?” you asked him, opening your arms and inviting him in close. You didn’t need to offer twice.

He had you on your back in an instant and his body covering most of yours just as quick. You let your fingers dance over the stretch of his back, feeling every indent, every swell. His back always ached after fights, and he holds so much tension in his shoulders. His muscles were sore from overuse to the point of tenderness but it was rare for him to ever ask you to help soothe them. So you always made sure to offer it readily. 

You ran your fingers from the crown of his head, through his hair, down his neck and over his back in one smooth movement, making sure he could feel the light scratch from your nails on his skin. His body was taut, like he was trying to keep his weight off of you as much as could.

“You’re so tense, baby. It’s okay. Just relax.” He exhaled a breath so heavy that his entire back just deflated beneath your fingers, “That’s it.”

Felling his body a little more relaxed, you kept going, stroking over his skin in loving circles and gentle kneads. You paid attention to his shoulders, where he held most of his tension and he outright groaned when you gently dug your knuckle into his skin. That sweet relief in tension felt so good, it made his entire body soften in your arms as he buried his face further into your shoulder.

You kneaded as much of his back as you could reach, then his upper arms too for good measure. As you slowly stopped working his muscle, you started playing with his hair instead. You smoothed one dark lock from root to tip, tugging on it ever so gently so he’d feel some release. His hair was a little bit messy and clumped together from the sweat worked up after the fight but it parted easily between your fingers and it was also so soft. 

His breath evened out not long after you started playing with his hair. He must’ve been so tired to fall asleep so easily. From the state of his back, you weren’t one bit surprised; Bruises stretched across it and it swelled in odd places. He’d clearly taken a few hits more than usual and the weight of that on his body was clear, it was blooming.

When you turned your head to the side and saw the time, you cursed and wish you hadn’t looked in the first place.

The weight of his body on yours was so comforting. He was so broad, so heavy and he made sure to lay on you in a way where no sensitive part of you would bear his weight. He made you feel safe just by laying there, his soft breath fanning over your skin. Everything about him felt so safe and familiar.

You could have laid there for hours but work wouldn't wait that long.

“Ah Sahm?” You whispered, careful not to startle him and he whined in response, “Baby, I’m sorry. I need to go to work.” A kiss to his head had him shifting a little, nuzzling his face further into you before he took in a long breath.

“Okay,” He groaned and rolled off of you but kept his arm wrapped around you. This time he tugged you in close, so you might nuzzle your face into his chest if you wanted to. The fact that you had to leave for work was either lost on his tired mind or he was trying to convince you to stay with him regardless.

When he fell asleep again, it broke your heart to leave his embrace but you had to.

You managed to untangle yourself from his arms without waking him and dressed before setting about making some breakfast, knowing the smell of fresh food would probably draw him into the kitchen. Sure enough, a few minutes later the soft slap of bare feet along the wooden floors filled your ears. 

“Sweetheart?” He called out from the hallway.

“Through here!” You replied and soon he came rushing through to the kitchen.

His arms are wrapped around your middle and he hugged you back against him. His chest at your back was warm and firm. His lips on your neck made you falter, made you close your eyes and sigh.

“Good morning,” he mumbled into your neck between kisses. 

Once he’d traced the entirety of one side of your neck and let the skin know the soft scratch of his beard, he rested his chin on your shoulder to see what you’d made already. He swayed you gently in his arms as he did and smiled into your neck when you laughed at his antics.

“I thought you were gone already.” He placed another kiss to your neck, sweet and slow. 

“As if I’d leave you here without saying goodbye?” You shook your head but wound a hand back to run your fingers through his hair regardless, “Although I can’t stay much longer,” you told him, feeling the way his arms tightened around you just a little, “You should be in bed, you need to rest after that fight.”

“Bed’s too cold without you,” he mumbled into your skin.

You turned in his arms to face him, so you could look him in his tired eyes and hold his cheek. He leaned into that touch, savoured it as you looked him over. You hadn’t really had a proper chance last night since he’d simply crawled into bed and wrapped you up in his aching arms. 

His front fared better than his back but it was still blotched with bruises like patches of dark ocean pooling on his skin. You couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of the power behind the hands that hit him, the strength it would take to bruise him so badly. You traced a particularly nasty bruise on his upper arm, just above a dent, a valley in the taut muscle. Your fingertip traced the bruise as it stretched there from that dent, laddered its way up almost to his shoulder.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, seeing your eyes heavy with concern, “It’s okay. I promise. Give it a couple days and I’ll be good as new.”

Taking his hand, you kissed his knuckle out of habit before he was leaning down to kiss you. His kiss was soft, it was gentle. His hand cupped the back of your neck so he could deepen it more easily, to let you feel how much he meant it.

Sometimes that’s all it took to remind you he’d endured far worse than the bumps and bruises he crawled beneath the covers with sometimes. That these were normal for him, just part of his life. His kiss reminded you that he still stood there with warm blood rushing through his veins, no matter the drop or two that he spilt sometimes.

“Now go on, get outta here before I drag you back to bed,” He looked at you with such softness in his eyes, “Unless you want me to drag you back to bed?”

“You can do that when I get home,” You wrung your arms around his neck ”Just promise me you’ll get some rest today?”

“I will, I promise.”

He smiled to assure you that he meant it, even if he knew that rest would likely consist of patrolling the streets with Young Jun. It was far from rest but it was better rest than going to the fight pits again. He brought you in for one final bracing hug to last the day for you both.

By the day’s end, you’d be finished work and he’d be done whatever business the Hop Wei had him dealing with. You’d both be free to do this again. The thought was just enough for him not to dread having to work his stiff hands into the arms of his shirt or loathe the idea of strapping his hatchets to his sides.

tagging: @icy-spicy @noobsaibots @kojiandrew​ (please feel free to let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for Ah Sahm fics!)

#ah sahm #ah sahm x reader #fluff #warrior hbo max #warrior hbo #warrior #My writing #fic #requested

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Ah Sahm eating out afab! reader while she’s trying to read or something like that. thoughts?

You really trying to kill me with this one, huh? 💀

Ah Sahm x afab!Reader 18+

NSFW headcanons under the cut

He does this A Lot. He’ll do it often as you let him. He makes it his mission to distract you from whatever it is you’re doing when he wants attention and eating you out is the best way he knows how

He’ll do it in the mornings if you’re laying in bed reading a book and he suddenly has the urge to please you. He’ll settle himself between your legs and start kissing his way along your knee, over your thighs and then rest his head there until you give him permission to go any further

Lots of “Can I have her?” Or “I really wanna taste you” or “Let me make you feel good?” With either a smile, the puppy eyes or a very determined look on his face that’s definitely the hottest out of all three

He’ll also do it if he sees you sitting on the couch, your nose buried in a book or otherwise distracted. And he’ll greet you with a kiss and ask if he might show you how much he’s missed you

“So tell me about your day” as he’s parting your knees and lifting your skirts

He likes to make a game out of how long he can draw it out. How long it takes you sitting there pretending to still be reading even though you haven’t turned a page in a while before you eventually give in and give him your full attention

He wants your heels digging into his back or your thighs quivering on either side of his head. He wants your fingers tugging on his hair and to hear you begging for more. It means he’s succeeded in distracting you

He also loves it when you call out his name

If he wants to talk to you then he’ll replace his tongue with his fingers so you won’t lose any momentum

He has zero hesitation about sinking down to his knees to please you when you’re standing upright and keeping busy either. If you’re cooking then you’ll get something like “that smells delicious but I really want to taste you”

Equally he’ll ask you to sit on his face and try keep reading as well for a challenge. He likes asking how many pages you got when you flop down beside him after

So long as you’re happy to be distracted in that way then trust that he will do so very successfully at any opportunity

#not sfw #ah sahm #ah sahm x reader #warrior #warrior hbo max #requested #simpingforclaudette #ask #head canons #my writing #headcanons

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‘Late Night Talks’ Part. 5 | Ah Sahm x f!reader

Don’t worry if you haven’t read the previous part as this series is just a collection of ✨encounters✨ you have with Ah Sahm, there isn’t really an over-arching plot or anything!

rating: 18+ nsfw

word count: 3,400

summary: Having not seen him for a few days, you decide to try and make Ah Sahm just a little jealous by talking to another Hop Wei whilst you work at the bar. His reaction ends up being a lot softer than you ever thought it would be.

genre: smut, jealousy, fingering, sex in a chair, fluff, relationship development

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, riding, pet names (sweetheart, babygirl, baby), low-key oral fixation, dirty talk, hand kink, mentions of jealousy but no actual jealousy, the reader marking up Ah Sahm with love bites

a/n: Thank you so much to @icy-spicy and @simpingforclaudette for their help and inspiration 🥰

“You know she’s just trying to make you jealous right?” Ah Toy followed the man’s heated gaze, noting how his finger tapped against his glass in a frantic rhythm.

“I know,” he downed the rest of his drink in one go, “It’s working.”

The only thing Ah Sahm was truly jealous of was that this man had your company right now and he didn’t. He hadn’t for the past week or so because he’d been busy with Young Jun. It was his own fault, really. But he couldn’t help the clench in his jaw as the Hop Wei member that held your attention smiled at something you said. Ah Sahm was pretty good at reading people and he could tell that that man wanted you.

From the way he’d only seen his face in the barracks maybe once just in passing, the guy hadn’t long landed in San Francisco; likely came on a ship a few days after Hong. One even vague hint that he was making you uncomfortable and he’d have him wishing he never left the boat. But you just seemed disinterested, barely even attempting to flirt with the man as you worked. Ah Sahm had seen you when you were flirting and this wasn’t it. You just seemed bored and he couldn’t help but want to change that.

“You got a room empty?”

“Maybe,” Ah Toy spared you another glance as she blew out some cigarette smoke out from between her crimson lips, meeting your eyes across the room for a second, “But I need her standing upright same time tomorrow so…”

“So?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and waiting for her to finish.

“So, you promise me she’ll still be fit for work tomorrow and I'll let you borrow that room.” She smiled sweetly as she got to her feet, patting him once on the shoulder.

He looked up at her as she stood, as innocently as he could. His eyes lifted upwards but the rest of him stayed still. As if it was incredulous of her to insinuate him capable of doing such a thing, of making your stride a little stiff.

“Hey, take this to room thirteen for me?” Ah Toy handed you a bottle of wine, Ah Sahm’s favourite you realised, with a sly smile before slipping away from the bar and over to a table where her girls sat chatting.

The digits bolted onto the door of room twelve in shining steel caught your eye as you passed it. You remembered your time with Ah Sahm in there, the first time you'd ever been together, and couldn’t help but blush.

That man was something else. He’d been insatiable ever since.

With a deep breath to steady your mind and fill your lungs, you knocked on the door to room thirteen before entering right away. But no matter what sight your mind had thought you might be greeted with, the last thing on your mind was this.

“Good evening, sweetheart. Long time no see.”

Ah Sahm sat in an aged leather armchair right across from the doorway. His legs were spread wide, feet planted firmly on the floor. His black dress trousers seemed strained on his thighs but every other part of his clothing was loosened. His jacket hung open, the top button of his waistcoat was undone too and his white shirt was crumpled beneath the dark layers of fabric. One half of its collar stuck out in an odd direction, revealing perhaps a little more of his chest than he would have realised but it begged to be touched, the fabric itched to be straightened or tousled even more.

He sat so far back in the chair that it took a while for your eyes to land on his face. When they did, your stomach knotted. His eyes were so dark, barely visible from the way his nose pointed towards the sky. There was a grin on his face too, a handsome one; One that would've made you want to kiss it right off his face had not been startled by his presence.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you in here,” you told him, coming to stand before him with the bottle of wine, “I can’t stay, I’m sorry. Still on the clock.”

Not that that had ever stopped you from hooking up with him before.

“Nah, don’t worry. Ah Toy gave you the rest of the night off,” he took the wine from you gently, still grinning like a fox, and set it down on the table at his side “Why don’t you shut the door and sit down?”

So you did just that, still mulling over the realisation that Ah Toy had obviously caught on to your little escapade and how much you’d missed Ah Sahm. You’d been complaining about not seeing him for almost a week yesterday and she’d obviously decided to give you some time to spend with him now that he was here.

The question of just exactly what his intentions were here flooded your mind. You wanted him an you’d made that clear by keeping conversation with the poor unsuspecting new Hop Wei recruit who was all to eager to strike up a conversation with you at the bar. From the look in his eyes and the bunched fabric at his thighs, you could tell he wanted you too.

So the question was: What were either of you going to do about it?

“I’m sorry I haven’t been to see you. Young Jun and I have been stressing about a shipment and I didn’t want to put that on you. I’ve missed you,” He extended a bruised hand towards you and you took it, letting him lead you to sit across his lap so the side of the chair supported your back.

He slid a hand around your waist as you wrung your arms around his neck and kissed him. He tasted exactly how he always did and his lips felt just as soft.

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied, smiling down at him but barely moving your mouth away from his, desperate to kiss him again after one so short.

He planted a hand on your knee, firm and rigid. His eyes met yours as he darted his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, to taste your kiss before his eyes moved down towards your lips, begging for more.

“This guy at the bar… he anything I need to worry about?” He asked, voice low and quiet, jaw clenched as you ran a finger over it.

“Not at all. I knew he’d tip big if I gave him a little attention.” You kissed his jaw, wanting to reassure him, “And he’s just about the only Hop Wei that doesn’t know I’m with already with you.”

You couldnt believe it when he started flirting with you, ‘surprised’ didnt cover it. That black and red uniform usually meant someone knew who Ah Sahm was, meant they’d probably seen you lounging in his lap on your break or stealing a kiss from him over the bar on a busy night. It meant they wouldn’t flirt with you, that they knew you were with him. Given his reputation, what he could do, no one who ever knew you were with Ah Sahm ever spoke to you like that. They usually just ordered their drinks, paid and tipped with nothing but politeness and went on their way.

“He’s new, fresh off the salt,” he confirmed, lips so close to yours that a sharp breath from either of you would have allowed them to meet, “Have to admit I’m a bit jealous he got to spend so much time with you tonight. But it was so much fun watching you work him for all he’s worth.”

He’s enjoyed seeing your overly sweet smile directed towards the man coupled with the boredom in your eyes. It made the fact that he got to enjoy your real smile just that much sweeter. Plus he was proud of you wracking up tips that only the likes of the Hop Wei could provide.

Your nose bumped against his as you waited for him to stop talking so you press your lips to his again. “Seems like you enjoyed the show,” you replied, letting a hand slide down his chest as you looked between him and the strain in his trousers.

“I think he did too.”

“If this is what jealousy looks like on you then I might have to try make you jealous more often. It’s a good look on you.”

“Oh it is, huh?” He asked with a smile, trailing his hand higher up your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, “I could just tell he was itching to touch you… I guess we have that in common.”

He saw how your breath caught and your eyes darted to his hand as just the very tips of his fingers slipped beneath your skirts. Your hand shot out to cover his. Not to stop his ascent, no. The touch was too gentle for that. Instead, you skimmed a finger, just one, along the edge of his hand. It’s the barest of touches but it feels deliberate, intentional.

“Do you really think I’d let anyone else touch me the way that you do?” You asked, earnestly.

Your finger ventures further, drags along the back of his hand until it reaches a vein that ladders up to just below his knuckles. You traced it with a gentleness, a softness that he still wasn't used to. Despite the weeks he’d known that touch from you it still had his stomach brimming with butterflies. He still wasn't used to being touched with so much care.

“No, sweetheart. I don’t.” Ah Sahm wasn’t sure when he forgot to take a breath until his lungs begged him for air as your fingers filled all three of the gaps between his knuckles, sliding through the dips. Your fingertips smoothed over his brazen knuckles, the skin so rough and battered; barely healed from bruising whatever body they’d last made cold.

At the join of your hands with his, he moved a finger to trail along your skin. His touch always feels the exact opposite of the way it should: His hands are comfort and safety, each press feels like a concentrated hug. Although his flesh was rough and well-worked, the intentions behind his touch are always so gentle, so warm.

Gentle, unlike the violence his hands otherwise deliver. Warm, like freshly spilt blood.

You can feel the blood rushing through his veins inside his thumb. His heartbeat hammered beneath your fingers as you brought his thumb to your lips. You gave him the most docile, doe-eyed gaze you could muster as your tongue dragged down the edge of its thick, dense base. It glided between your lips with ease.

His focus was shifting, mind turning to just what else your mouth could do so he brought it right back to where he wanted it to be: on you. Being away from one another for so long was his doing, so he wanted to see to your needs first.

“Whichever fingers you want inside you? Get 'em nice and wet for me, babygirl.”

Grabbing his hand to keep his fingers in place, you slid his two longest fingers past your lips. Your head almost bobbed as you eagerly lathered up his skin and Ah Sahm looked on with a now uncomfortable strain in his trousers. It took every ounce of strength he had not to give in to the thoughts racing through his mind from the way your mouth felt so soft and watering, how good your lips would feel just then all wrapped around his cock.

Once he pulled his soaked fingers from your mouth his lips were on yours so quickly you barely had time to process their press. He couldn’t stand to not kiss you for a moment longer. Even as he shoved one knee between your legs and nudged them open, his lips barely left yours for a moment.

Right now he was obsessed with the feeling of your lips on his own. His kiss was different, it was rougher and maybe even a little needier than usual. But his lips were as soft and plump as they always were, moving against yours so wonderfully.

Now with your legs spread wide before him, he pushed the fabric of your skirts high up on your thighs, moving your underwear to the side with his thumb. He smoothed his two fingers all over your pussy, gathering some of the existing wetness and spreading that too.

“Can’t wait to show you how much I’ve missed you. Only six nights without you and I almost forgot just how wet you get for me,” he groaned to himself.

“Only for you,” you choked out and he chuckled, kissing your neck.

“I know.” He said with a smile, with light in his eyes.

His hand was warm and heavy on your heat. Big enough to cover your mound in its entirety with palm to spare. As he began rubbing over your clit his lips left your neck so he could watch the way your face contorted and your eyes closed from his touch.

Soon he slid one finger inside you, let it slide in and out of you a few times before adding another. His fingers kept going. In and out. Curling in all the right ways as he pumped them in and out. His thumb pressed against your clit now too until your thighs began to quiver.

“Ah Sahm,” you whined as he slowed his pace.

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe I should tease you for a little while like you did me, have you aching for me? I’d have fucked you against the bar if you’d asked, you know that?”

He pulled his slick fingers from your entrance and instead to his mouth, looking up at you as he did. He made sure to have direct eye contact with you as he groaned, licking your slick off his fingers until his hands were clean. He took his time with it, eyes only ever leaving yours to close in appreciation for the taste.

“Mhm I want you so bad,” he groaned. The sound so deep in his throat had you getting out of his lap and cupping his cheek before you started undressing.

“Knowing that even though that dumb onion wanted you? You couldn’t have cared less. I could see it in your eyes just how little you cared. You’re holding out for me the same way I’m holding out for you. And you know what? I don’t think anything’s ever made me so fucking hard.”

You wound your hands behind your back and for a moment he wasn't sure of exactly what you were doing until your dress slipped to the floor and pooled at your feet. He barely had time to drink you in as you swung one leg over either side of his lap and let your knees rest on the chair’s plush cushion by his thighs.

Once you’d comfortably straddled him, had him looking up at you in awe, you began hastily unbuttoning his waistcoat, his shirt. He looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes that you couldn’t resist kissing him again before you continued on.

With his shirt unbuttoned, you splayed it wide and admired his chest, his stomach. You kissed his neck, finding the spot that always had him moaning breathlessly in your ear. And you mouthed your way downwards, suckling and nibbling a bruise wherever you saw fit.

“You marking me up, huh?” He asked as you let your tongue fill the valley at the centre of his chest, “Making sure everybody knows I’m yours?”

“Something like that,” you replied. “You just suit it so well.”

The last love bite you left was on the base of his neck, about an inch off his shoulders. High enough that it might peek out from beneath his shirt collar but low enough that he wouldn’t feel the need to hide it. Not that he would anyway, he always wore your love bites with pride. He liked knowing some of the bruises on his skin came from your passion rather than just another man’s fist.

His hand was on your cheek then and he led you up for a kiss.

“Ride me?” He asked, nose bumping off of yours from closeness, barely able to resist letting his lips know yours again.

Tearing his lips away from yours, you pushed him back into the armchair with a hand on his chest. He gazed up at you in anticipation, watching as you undid his belt and freed him from his trousers. His breath caught as cold night air rushed over his wet, throbbing tip. When the delicate heat of your hand soon replaced the cold, he outright moaned without hesitation.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, dragging your thumb over a small bead of precum that leaked, smoothing it over his head, “Look at you all hard and needy for me.”

“Only for you,” he repeated your words back to you with a grin as he began tracing your sides, leaning up to let his lips travel the expanse of your shoulders, your chest.

His heartbeat roared beneath your palm and he struggled against it briefly just so he could lean up and kiss you again. He’d missed the taste of your body on his tongue. The softness of your lips was such a comfort to him, so familiar. Tonight he was thoroughly drunk on your kiss, he couldn’t get enough of it. Even as you settled down on his cock he didn’t want to let his lips leave yours.

The slow pace you set was torturous for both of you; His lips parted and his eyelids fluttered as you sank down upon him. He hugged your body close to his, arms wrapping around your back and pressing you against him so your bodies were painted onto one another. He had to have you close.

Your hand in his hair had his voice straining as he moaned into your neck. Sweaty hair hanging in front of his eyes swinging with the movement of his hips up into yours, still eager as ever to please. You could feel the scratch of his beard on your skin as he kissed up and down your neck, nibbling and sucking in the areas he knew were tender.

Your body wrapped around him so snug and so warm felt like the most sought-after hug he’d ever had. Each time your mouth was anywhere near his, he let his lips dance over yours. And his kiss was sloppy, filled with need. But in the moment it felt right. Nothing less than sloppy and a little too much would’ve suited the tone of your time together just then.

A particularly hard upward roll of his hips had your mouth hanging open and your chin aimed for the sky. The shortness of his thrusts now told you he was desperate, meaning he was close.

“Fill me up, baby. Show me you’re mine.”

Hearing that you thought of him as yours was what finally did it for him. When he came all shallow breaths and short cries into your shoulder, you ran your hands through his hair, keeping your steady pace to prolong it for him as long as possible, to keep him groaning by your ear.

“Don’t stop,” he told you, “Come around me, baby. Please.”

He delved his thumb between your legs, until he found the spot that had you gripping his shoulders until the skin broke. He kissed his way over your chest until he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, letting his tongue pulse against the bud.

He had you coming undone in his arms soon after. As your hips faltered, he moved his up to keep his cock sliding in and out of you until you were spent and he felt the pangs of overstimulation in his gut.

“So I’m yours, huh?” He asked, a grin forming on his handsome, sweaty face, “Does that mean you’re mine?”

“Hmm I’ll have to think about it,” you teased, cupping his cheek and pecking his lips, “Of course I’m yours. If you’ll have me?” You wrung your arms around his neck so you could gaze into his eyes more easily.

“Oh, I’ll have you.” His grip on you tightened as he stood and carried you towards the bed at the centre of the room, “And I’ll have you again as soon as you let me.”

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[legends-of-apex]

Hey! It's almost Valentines Day and I'm feeling particularly romantic! Could you do a head canon list of what an ideal romantic date would be like for Warrior characters? Either with their current SO or a hypothetical relationship in general.

I also think answering some typical "couples questions" would be fun. Like "who gets jealous more easily?"

Only if this isn't too much trouble :)

What Dating the ‘Warrior’ Characters is like Part 1

Rating: T (no warnings)

Tagging: @icy-spicy @noobsaibots

Hey, thanks so much for your ask! I honestly wasn’t sure how to approach them going on a date so these are headcanons about what they’re like dating in general :) I hope that’s okay! If I get some ideas for their ideal dates then I’ll be sure to post those too! These can be applied to a canon s/o, gender neutral reader insert etc. These are just my opinion so please feel free to agree or disagree! Also I’ll do some other characters in a part 2 including Li Yong and some others :)

I also highly suggest checking out @simpingforclaudette ‘s headcanons on this topic cause they’re super cute and you can find them here

Ah Sahm

A cheeky and flirty little shit by nature but it’s very easy to make him blush with a few choice words if he’s caught off guard. He also loves making his s/o a little flustered in return with kisses to their knuckles, by running his mouth or simply by letting his eyes rake over them a certain way

So incredibly gentle with his s/o even when he knows he doesn’t have to be. Gentle touches, kisses and words are a must from him, especially gentle kisses. Loving is the one part of his life in which he doesn’t really feel the need to put on a brave face. His s/o will get to see the kindest, softest and most giving side of him

Loves a lot of physical affection/reassurance. Loves to have his hands and fingers played with or kissed, especially when they’re maybe not in the best of shape. His s/o tending to him in general for even the mildest injury or bruise makes his heart feel like it might burst with pure affection. He’ll also take any opportunity to be alone with his s/o for that exact reason. He just craves intimacy and closeness

Once he realises his s/o truly and genuinely cares about him for him and not for what he can do then he’s head over heels. Being wanted, truly wanted and cared for isn’t something he takes lightly

All the pet names. Sweetheart is his favourite to use but he’s been known to occasionally throw around the occasional baby, princess/prince, honey and baby girl/boy

Ah Toy

She’s very into providing things for her s/o. Gifts, affection, anything they need really. If she sees something that her s/o might like then she gets it without question. She would sooner pamper them than herself and constantly puts their needs above hers

Doesn’t get jealous at all, it’s just not really in her nature. She’s happy in the relationship when her s/o is, she doesn’t really mind what form that takes. Once she has feelings for someone she’ll very quickly let them know, what they do with that information is up to them

However, she is fiercely protective of her s/o as she’s very much scared of losing them like she’s lost so many other things in her life. She’s also more than a little hesitant to get attached or fall in love with someone at first because of this. But once she trusts she trusts deeply and fully

She might not admit it at first but she absolutely loves being held and taken care of every once in awhile. If her s/o do something nice for her she just melts because she’s not used to being cared for. Gifting her something she’s been talking about is one of the easiest ways to make her smile brightly and give her s/o an excited kiss on the cheek

She doesn’t use too many terms of endearment for her s/o but when she does then it’s usually gorgeous, angel or dear. If her s/o calls her by a term of endearment then she’d probably blush, and it’s hard to make her blush otherwise. It just makes her feel so cherished

Bolo

He’s got an arm around his s/o at any given opportunity. He just likes being able to have them close and let them feel him there. It grounds him in addition to letting his s/o know that he’s there for them. He’ll also kiss their temple or forehead a lot too

Is protective even more so than Ah Toy. He’s lost and has been through a lot in his lifetime so he wants to shield his s/o from any of that. That overprotectiveness doesn’t come from a place of mistrust or anything like that, he just wants to keep them safe as best as he can. But one stern telling off from his s/o is more than enough to dampen that down

He loves with his heart and not at all with his head and when he falls, he falls hard. Will smile randomly or get in a bit of a haze when thinking about his s/o and gets an elbow in the ribs for daydreaming about them instead of paying attention to whatever Young Jun is saying

He loves making his s/o blush. It’s one of his favourite pastimes and he has it down to a fine art to the point where he can elicit a blush from his s/o from the minute they wake up in the morning or at any of the most random points throughout the day

Princess/Prince is his go-to. He uses it both affectionately and when he’s being cheeky. He’ll use baby girl/boy in a similar way but not as often because he knows how flustered it gets them so he’ll save that for special occasions. Any term of endearment you can think of he’s probably used for his s/o at some stage including but not limited to sweetness, babe and many others

Young Jun

Immediately mellows out upon having an s/o. He takes someone wanting a relationship with him very seriously as he’s never really had anything other than a fling before

He absolutely showers his s/o in love and affection as often as they let him. Isn’t shy about displaying affection in public at all as he’s just thankful that he can

A very attentive lover and he’s happy to be essentially whatever his s/o needs him to be for them. Likes listening to his s/o ramble about their day and will sit there listening with nothing but affection in his eyes as he does

He falls hard and so very quickly. He’ll probably feel pure infatuation at first and try to whoo the person he’s attracted however he’ll soon calm down and start treating them as more than someone he’s physically attracted to. It just might take him awhile to come to terms with the fact that he’s feeling something other than lust

Loves using nicknames. Sugar, gorgeous, doll and beautiful/handsome are his favourites. Especially gorgeous. Gorgeous is his favourite to use for them because that’s exactly what they are to him and he wants them to know that. He also manages to say it in a way that never comes off as condescending, only sincere

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[legends-of-apex]

‘Counting Thunder’

Ah Sahm x Reader (smut)

Rating: 18+ for smut (sex, not as explicit as usual but still, tw for thunderstorms, sex during a thunderstorm, countdown, edging, post-coital cuddles, one-night stand)

Word Count: 1,900

Summary: Vega asks you to show Ah Sahm, Young Jun and Hong around Rooker’s Mill whilst she meets up with her sister. When Young Jun and Hong get distracted by the local brothel, you and Ah Sahm are left alone. It soon starts raining and the two of you are forced to retreat inside. Ah Sahm teaches you how to tell how far away lightning is striking whilst you make good use of your time together. Reader is AFAB

A/N: Thank you so much @simpingforclaudette for suggesting this!! Absolutely loved the idea and just had to write it :D

At the mention of the word ‘brothel’ Young Jun and Hong each bid you goodbye with shining smiles before they half jogged in the direction of the building in question, leaving you and Ah Sahm alone. Young Jun had whispered something to Ah Sahm who shook his head and replied back in such a quiet tone that you couldn’t have ever hoped to hear it.

“Sorry about them,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at you apologetically for his friends deciding to take themselves off. You watched the two men disappear inside the door of the brothel with all the grace of a pair of newborn lambs.

“Hey, we've all got our priorities,” you shrugged, “And I’m sorry to say that there’s not much else to show you around here. You gonna go join your friends?”

“Nah, it’s not really my thing. But I’m sure I’ll think of something to do to pass the time,” He smiled then, looking down at you over his nose as he had done when he’d first set his eyes upon you a few hours ago, “What about you? You have something to get back to?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” You replied with his own words back to him and watched the way his breath caught in his chest for a few moments longer than usual. 

“In that case, if it’s no trouble, would you mind showing me the way back to the room?” He offered you his arm and you took it with a smile, a slight blush dusting your cheeks.

“Did you forget the way or do you just want company?” You asked.

“Both.”

The sky had growled above their heads since before arriving in Rooker’s Mill. Clouds threatened to let their water spill upon the town below as Vega asked you to show the three men around the town since she had some business to attend to. That was a few hours ago now and the air still hung heavy with its need to shed some rain.

As you walked arm in arm with Ah Sahm, the skies finally gave in and split right open.

He wasn’t too bothered by the rain. It was a welcome respite from the baking heat. But as others dashed through the streets to reach their homes, you both decided to step in beneath a doorway to let people pass with ease. 

One look towards Ah Sahm and you’d never been more thankful for the rain. His hair was damp as it hung over his forehead, some droplets rolling down his cheeks and catching on the hair across his chin. His white shirt was soaked beyond recognition, the material clung to every slope and indent on his skin. Although you only looked at him for a moment, you could see the outline of his thick chest as he rolled his sleeves up past his forearms. He hated the feeling of having wet cuffs on his wrists.

He noticed you looking at him like that because he was looking at you with the same appreciation. The rain made your dress hug your form so beautifully and your eyes shone along with the droplets sprinkled through your hair.

If you’d asked him to have you in the nearest alleyway he’d have agreed without question despite the bustling streets and the pouring rain.

“You figure out how you want to spend the rest of your day?” You asked, judging from the way you were each undressing one another with your eyes it wasn’t hard to figure out what his answer might be.

The two of you barely made it in the door of his room before shedding each other’s soaked clothes. Ah Sahm’s lips trailed over every inch of your body he could reach, groaning as you dragged your fingers through his soggy dark hair.

The rain outside kept pouring as you lay together, breaths mingling and limbs tangled. The town outside grew dark and thunder had begun to roll across the skies. 

Ah Sahm’s touch was so appreciative, so giving. You’d only known the man for three hours or so and yet he cherished your body like he’d known and cared for you for a lifetime.

“Any idea how far away the lightning is yet?” he asked, moving his mouth away from your shoulder to kiss over a love bite he’d already left on your neck.

You were trying, trying so hard to count the seconds between the lightning’s strike and the next roll of thunder. He’d told you that’s how you tell how far away the lightning struck the earth. Every five seconds between the flash across the sky and the rumble of thunder was the equivalent to a mile away. But each time, his soft lips on your neck and the gentle motion of hips had you losing count.

“You make it hard to keep count, not gonna lie to you.”

So he slowed the gentle rock of his hips but you whined at the loss of friction. Still sheathed inside you, he stilled and turned his head towards the window, delighting in the way your nails raked over his back as he did.

“Ah Sahm,” you whined, trying to move your hips up against his.

Lightning struck.

“Okay, now keep count,” he started moving again, rolling his hips into yours and latching his lips onto your neck again.

“14…15…16….” Thunder rolled through the sky, “So about three miles?”

“You had better count again just to be sure, sweetheart.” You could hear the smile in his voice despite his breathlessness, despite the way you could feel him getting desperate.

He slowed until lightning struck again and then moved in thorough thrusts. Only this time he pressed his thumb to your pussy again and found the swell of your clit, pressing down in smooth circles.

“....4….5….6…” You cut yourself off with a curse, “12…13…14....”

Thunder rolled around again.

“It’s getting closer,” he smiled, teething shining as he looked down at you and you clenched around him, he rested his thumb on your clit until the lightning struck again, delighting in the way you tried desperately to rock your hips against his hand and he slid in and out of you achingly slow.

You’d learned a lot of things about Ah Sahm in the few hours that you’d known him. For one thing he was respectful and his eyes were kind despite his brashness. He was a fighter of some kind, here for the tournament, if he hadn’t told you that then you would have guessed from the sturdiness of him, the way his hands were firm and rough from fighting despite his gentle touch on your skin. 

Perhaps most importantly to you right now, he knew his way around another person’s body, he liked to tease and he had the self-control and stamina of a saint. 

“One more time for good measure?” he asked and you nodded. If he hadn’t already made you come before now then you would likely be in tears from his edging of you both. But he had thankfully, with ease.

When next lightning struck he rubbed your clit with such ferocious precision that your voice grew higher as the seconds ticked by. His thumb on you combined with his increasingly thorough pace within you had the most intense heat beginning to pool in your belly once again.

“....10…11…12..” and then thunder. Except this time he didn’t stop, he kept up his pace as you clung to his shoulders so desperately.

The next time lightning struck, you barely made it to the eighth second before your voice devolved into incoherence as you came. He latched his mouth onto one of your nipples until you pulled him off in search of his mouth on yours. 

He promised he’d make the edging worth your while and he wasn’t kidding. The heat that washed over you as you finally came was so intense that you definitely unintentionally tore the skin on his back with your nails, a sensation he absolutely adored and revelled in.

“You okay?” he asked, searching your eyes for anything to the contrary, “Worth it?”

“Worth it,” you replied, “Now you.”

He changed positions, laying beside you at your back and trailing his fingers along your side until he reached your knee. He lifted it ever so carefully so your leg rested over his and he could bury himself within you again. The way his breath shook behind your ear as he entered you again was to die for.

He faced the window, watching as the lightning struck in the distance and then again close by before moving his hips. Despite how desperate he might have been just then, he wanted to give you enough time to adjust to him being inside you once more. He also wanted to join you in finishing on that first roll of thunder.

“You close?” You asked him and he whined in response, hips stilling and wishing for the lightning, “Think you can come on the next one? I’ll count.”

So you both waited, both staring out at the greying skies, the window blurry from the rain. As your walls still pulsed around him from your high, you were surprised he had so much self-control and patience as to wait for the lightning. You’d already come around him and you’d had him in your mouth before that too. But he was patient.

“Get ready. Wanna feel you come for me.”

As the lightning hit and he rutted into you so quickly that it stole your breath. He moaned as he began moving with you again, your lush walls hugging him so wonderfully and making it very difficult for him to force himself to last a few more seconds.

After the fifth second his hips began to stutter and you felt him twitch.

“That’s it, baby,” you encouraged, winding your hand behind you to tangle in his hair.

By the eighth, he was crying out and on the eleventh, he was coming. About a second before the thunder crashed. His face lay buried in your neck as his hips moved uncontrollably for a few seconds, entirely losing all rhythm as he rode out his high.

Once he was finished he started trailing kisses over your neck and shoulders again, the hair on his chin making you giggle slightly as you gazed out at the rain. He pulled out of you and made sure you were tugged right back against him, fully engulfed in his arms as you both relaxed.

“Looks like it’s gonna be a while until the rain clears,” you observed, gently playing with his fingers. He hummed out a laugh at that.

“Well, that’s just devastating. Guess you’ll just have to hold up here a little while longer.” He replied, tightening his hold around you even more as the air around you both began to cool.

It was so easy to relax back against him, even easier to coax him to lay on your front with his head on your chest. He melted at the feeling of your fingers running through his soft hair, his chest heaving a sigh so heavy it almost seemed like it hurt.

“What about your friends?” You asked, enjoying the feeling of his weight upon you and the sounds of the storm.

“Oh, they won’t be back for a while. Young Jun wouldn’t risk getting his hair wet.”

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[legends-of-apex]

‘Soft Reminiscence’

Ah Sahm x Reader (tooth-rotting fluff)

Rating: G (cuddles, Ah Sahm being a softie)

Word Count: 1, 700

Summary: Reader is gender neutral. You and Ah Sahm spend an evening together filled with reminiscing, softness and sleepy cuddles. Ah Sahm ends up reading to you and you have to fight the urge to fall asleep. 

A/N: Based on this ask from anonymous, thank you so much lovely! The excerpt from Black Beauty (1877) does not belong to me. Thank you so much @icy-spicy​ for the book suggestion and her help :D

“What’s this?” He asked, reaching for the paperback resting on the coffee table. Its cover was plain, adorned with only the book’s title and the author’s name in thick black font. 

“Oh, it’s just something I picked up the other day,” You replied, setting down two empty teacups down beside the ageing teapot before sliding onto the couch beside him.

He opened the book, delicately peeling back the pages. He was so gentle with it, you’d noticed. He used the same cherishing touch he did when he held your cheek or ran his thumb over your chin. 

“Black Beauty, huh? Can't say I’ve heard of it.” 

“Yeah, it’s only been out about a year. Do you read much?” You asked, pouring some tea in both cups. 

“Back in Foshan? All the time, mostly in Cantonese. Only ones we had in English were whatever our grandfather brought with him when he left America.”

He placed the book down in his lap so he could let his hand rest on your thigh and still flick through the pages. That touch was comforting. His warm hand squeezed your thigh affectionately before he let his thumb run freely over it.

“There was this one about seabirds he had from when he was a merchant. Said he used to try spot all the different birds that'd fly by the ship when he was sailing. And he'd mark them off on the pages when he had.” 

You hadn't expected him to continue on, he rarely talked about his family or life back in Foshan. But you saw the way his face lit up as he spoke about his grandfather and just how interested he seemed in the book. It was sweet to see something so mundane make him smile. It was rare to see such a fond reminiscence in his eyes.

“Did he ever see them all?” You asked, encouraging him to share more if he’d like to.

“Nah. But he used to get me to read that book out loud to him. For practice, you know? His eyes weren’t so good then and he liked hearing the descriptions of the birds and he was happy with that,” he smiled, “He said it brought him back to his merchant days.”

He dragged his fingertips over the paper as he scanned a random page, eagerly taking in the words. Then an idea hit him.

“You started this yet?” he asked and you shook your head, “How about we read it together?” 

You smiled at his sweetness and he did too, lifting his arm for you to curl into his side and get comfortable. You sat with your legs pulled up on the couch beside you and his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He sank back into the couch, crossing his legs and splaying the book out against his knee so you could see it too.

“Comfy?” He asked, looking down at you softly. 

“Perfect,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw before resting your cheek against his shoulder, turning your attention to the book although you let you fingers wander along his front. His white shirt was smooth beneath your fingertips, crumpled in some places from being worn all day.

He’d folded his sleeves just past his elbows and discarded his jacket, shoes and waistcoat at the door, the top few buttons were already undone before he came in. He despised how restricting the Hop Wei uniform was, especially after wearing it all day.

He looked down at you for a moment, seeing sleep etched across your face and the way you tried to read with narrowed eyes. You could barely focus on the words written on that page.

“You tired, huh?” he asked and you nodded, “Want me to read to you?”

“Sounds good,” you replied, tightening your arm around his middle a little more as you rested your cheek against his chest, settling down for awhile.

He loved the idea of reading to you. In truth, he hadn’t read out loud in English since his grandfather passed. Almost fifteen years had flown by since then and he missed it, he missed him. Reading out loud for someone required an amount of trust and affection he wasn’t really used to putting in people these days. He almost surprised himself upon offering to do so for you. But there was an ease that came with you and these moments you shared with him.

“The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it…..” He began, clearing his throat before continuing on, “......Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. Over the hedge, on one side we looked into a ploughed field…..” 

Now that reminded him of home, his father’s farm, his sister. He stopped for a moment and clenched his jaw at the thought of her before continuing on, determined not to let his mind harden right now.

 “....and on the other, we looked over a gate at our master's house, which stood by the roadside; at the top of the meadow was a grove of fir trees, and at the bottom, a running brook overhung by a steep bank.”

You played with the fabric of his loose shirt, pinching some of it between your fingers before releasing it and smoothing over his front, feeling the ridges and the warmth of his stomach beneath. His very being radiated comfort right now. It rolled off him in waves and made you sleepier by the seconds.

“When I was young I lived upon my mother’s milk as I could not eat grass….?” 

He re-read that sentence a couple times, making sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him, ”Who the hell feeds their kid grass?”

It took you a second before realising he hadn’t read the synopsis on the back cover, “He’s a horse, baby.”

“Oh.” You felt his shoulders shake gently beneath your cheek as he laughed, “That makes sense.”

He’d just assumed it was some kind of surrealist novel you’d found. After a drink of tea, he continued on.

As he read on, turning page after page. The words floated out from his mouth so pleasantly. His voice was such a luscious sound, all smooth toned and deep. He read at such a good pace too, not too quickly, not too slow. He let the words enjoy falling from his lips, and your ears soaked them up so eagerly.

It was a while before he noticed you’d stopped smoothing your fingers over his front and that your breath began to even. He glanced down at you, seeing your eyes growing heavy, like you were fighting to keep them open.

He couldn’t resist pressing one long, slow kiss to your forehead. His eyes closed in pure affection and almost disbelief that you felt safe and comfortable enough with him to simply drift off in his arms like that. That you found his voice so calming.

He decided then that stopping for any longer would likely wake you and he wanted you to rest as you needed to. So he continued on until your eyelids closed one final time that night and even then for a few minutes after, not wanting to stop in case he startled you out of your peaceful slumber.

He sat there for what must’ve been an hour, just enjoying having you in his arms. He took note of the warmth radiating off your body, how your ear rested over his heart and your breath fell in short, peaceful drags of air. He admired the pure floppiness, the softness of your limbs as you relaxed against him.

He wasn’t used to such silence with another person, such stillness. So he savoured every last moment until he had to move.

Marking the page, he closed the book and set it down at his side. He debated letting you sleep there for the night. He could feel sleep start to weigh on him too. But the way you were positioned would be uncomfortable, your neck would surely ache in the morning.

So after one last savouring kiss to your forehead, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you through to bed. The way you nuzzled your face into his chest as he carried you filled his stomach with butterflies, made him feel guilty for having to leave your side at all.

But he didn’t want to just stay the night without your say-so, least of all in your bed. So he set you down ever so gently and wrapped you up under the covers. Placing one last kiss to your hairline before deciding it was probably best if he took his leave, he would leave a note at your bedside just in case you woke up startled.

But the second he took a single step away from you, your voice all groggy and sleep-heavy made him stop dead in his tracks.

“Ah Sahm?” You called out, sitting up a little at the loss of his warmth. 

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he readjusted the covers so your shoulders wouldn’t yet know the cold, “Just about to leave so you can get some rest.”

“Stay?”

It was then that he realised he was an idiot for thinking you’d want him to do otherwise in the first place . You enjoyed his company the same was he enjoyed yours. He had to do well to remember that.

So he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, before sliding into bed at your side. You placed a kiss to his jaw before letting him wrap you up in his arms again. 

He pulled you in close, his hold loose but comforting and you were already pretty much sound asleep the moment your head found his chest again.

Although he tried desperately to stay awake and enjoy the moment, to commit it to memory, he drifted off soon too.

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[legends-of-apex]

‘Realisations and Regrets’ [3/3]

Ah Sahm x f!Reader (smut)

Rating: 18+ (smut, fingering, rough-ish smut, inappropriate use of mirrors, sex on a dresser, riding, slight choking (Ah Sahm receiving), oral (reader receivng), L-bomb)

Word Count: 4,100

Summary: Continuing on from part 2, you go to the Hop Wei to speak to Ah Sahm after finding out exactly why he’s so afraid of his sister. Tensions run high, just maybe not for the reasons they should. Now that you've both realised your feelings for one another, it soon becomes clear that the last thing on either of your minds is talking.

A/N: Heavily inspired by this absolutely wonderful fic by @icy-spicy! Please go and check it out if you haven't already!

The arms of the Wing-Chun dummy were hard against his hands. Usually, he could let his body soften and relax as he trained; For there to be little to no harshness in the impact of his blows against the solid wood but not today.

Today, his form was rigid and he was the furthest from being calm or relaxed as it had been in weeks. There was so much tension, so much frustration screaming in his veins as he landed blow upon blow on the poor, unsuspecting wooden dummy. Its arms shook with the sheer force behind his blows, although he was doing more damage to his hands than anything else.

His breath fell in harsh, uneven puffs as he got more and more worked up and frustrated. He was frustrated with himself more so than anyone else. But more than that he was worried, he was jealous and deep down he was also just a little bit hurt by the fact that you’d gone to Mai Ling despite everything, even though he knew he had no right to be.

 “Maybe you were just angry because I was fucking her instead of you.”

 His hand slipped from the dummy as he struck it from the sweat that covered him now. His skin shone from it. From his hair to his palms, sweat blanketed his skin. His chest and his back especially shone in the dimmed light, reflecting the warmth from the lanterns littered around the room.

 But he kept going. Hitting harder and harder, even though he felt one of the dummy’s arms begin to splinter. 

 “Ah Sahm?” Your voice knocked him out of his haze. 

 After one final strike to the dummy he turned to face you, chest heaving and desperate to let air swim back into his lungs. For how long you’d been there in the doorway he couldn’t be sure but it was long enough for concern to etch itself into your features, long enough for you to attempt to avert your eyes away from him when he turned around.

 He smirked momentarily from the way your eyes darted to look literally anywhere other than his bared chest. But he made no move to put his shirt on or ease your discomfort. Instead, he walked towards you slowly once his breath evened out, coming to stop mere inches away from you, so his body obscured your entire line of view.

 He nodded his head in the direction of the hallway and he followed you through the dimly lit corridor until you reached his room. You released a long breath the moment he shut the door behind you.

 “Something I can help you with?” He asked and you could hear the slight smile in his voice even as you wandered around his room, still not bearing to look at him. His dresser caught your eye so you came to stand before it. There was a mirror mounted upon its back, tall and shining.

 “I wanted to see you,” you replied, seeing him approach you in the reflection.

 “So look at me, sweetheart. Your eyes won’t burn.” 

 He watched as you slowly tilted your head up to look at his face in the mirror. He stood to the side of you slightly, so you could still see half of his bare torso. All the dips and ridges of him, his skin shining in the low light. 

 It shouldn’t have bothered you. You’d seen him bare-chested a dozen times or more, and yet today it felt different; You wanted him and he knew it. It was only made worse by the fact that you sensed he wanted you too.

 “You look good,” he said, eyes wandering over you. 

 Your dress was pretty, the same one you’d worn to the market earlier that day. Except now he couldn’t escape the feeling of wanting to tear it right off of you.

 “You too,” you replied. It was true, he looked beautiful and miles better than he did when last you saw him so bare.

 You let your eyes dart to his chest, over his stomach, to the hem of his dark trousers that hung low on his hips. The silence suddenly hung heavy as you drank in one another so you broke it with the reason you came to see him in the first place.

 “If I’d known she tried to have you killed I never would’ve gone with her.” At that moment he couldn’t have cared less about Mai Ling. He barely registered the words that fell from your mouth, nor did you as you said them, “But I’m not here to ask forgiveness or to see if you’ve figured out what it is you want us to be. Because right now I don’t really give a shit.” 

 “So tell me,” he leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of you on the dresser and leaning down so your eyes were level with his, “Why are you here?”

 He was so close to you. Close enough that you felt the warmth of him at your back and the breeze of his breath. You were caged there between his body and the dresser, one even half-step back and you would be pressed right against him. The very thought made you shiver.

 “I think you know why.”

 He gave a smile at that, one that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He chose his next words very carefully. Because he did know why. He could feel the way you almost trembled with anticipation, saw the fire in your eyes. 

 “I want to hear you say it.” He whispered, his voice so smooth and so close to you. It made your insides begin to throb with a need for him. He had your body burning for him and he hadn’t even touched you. 

 Part of you hated yourself for wanting him to use you like you were just some warm cavern for him to sink into. Another part of you wanted him to fuck you so deliciously that you would forget why you left him at Ah Toy’s in the first place, forget the fact you’d nearly thrown up as you left the Long Zii mere hours ago. 

 All you wanted just then was to feel him inside of you; to feel the way he might groan in your ear and how he might tremble as he filled you. 

 You met his gaze with playful defiance in your eyes, “Maybe I should just head back to the Long Zii. I’m sure Li Yong could help me out. I already know he fights better than you, maybe he fucks better too.” 

 He scoffed, but you knew that got to him. It was cruel of you to bring up the fight and tease him as to why you were really here in the same sentence. But you weren’t about to outright tell him that you wanted him, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

 “So you came here to be fucked, huh?” He asked, voice still low as he gripped your hips with both hands and pulled them back flush against his front, he touched you just enough that you could admire the weight of his hands on you but still easily step away from him if you wanted to, “And here I thought you said the one thing you’d never been for me was a whore?” 

 Those words, harkening back to what you’d told him just a few hours before, had your breath catching. You decided then and there that whatever issues you had with one another could be worked out after you’d fucked him.

 You melted into his embrace, leaned right back against him and tilted your head to the side just to let his breath fan over your neck more easily. And with the stretch of your neck newly exposed to him, he placed one single, slow kiss below your ear. 

 You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your mouth at that single press of his lips. The moment his skin touched yours sent your neck tingling where he’d touched it and the rest of your body begging to be next.

 He continued on letting his lips trail down your neck. And you couldn’t help the soft sigh of his name that left your lips. 

 “You say my name like that again, sweetheart, and I might just have to make you my fucking whore.” No one sound had ever had such an effect on his body before, made his clothes start to burn his skin.

 You outright groaned at that, at the smile in his voice from the way you keened. 

 “I think your sister could probably fuck me harder,” You retorted even as you wound a hand back into his hair and revelled in his closeness, even as he nuzzled your shoulder.

 “Ouch,” he replied, half-heartedly. But the conversation was dying on both of your tongues.

 “Are we really about to do this?” You asked yourself out loud more so than him, having a hard time believing that this was finally happening, that he had you wrapped up in his arms like that.

 “Is that what you want?” He asked and you nodded, “Then yeah, we’re about to do this. But it feels a bit unfair you having all these clothes on.”

 He smiled against your neck before kissing it again, you saw the flash of white teeth in the mirror. 

 You made quick work of the fastenings of your dress and he helped, letting it fall to the floor in a mess of loosened ties. He let out a low, appreciative whistle at the sight of you.

  “No panties today, huh?”

 He had you wrapped up in his arms again, smoothing one hand around your front as you encouraged him to touch you. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you doing that because you came here with the full intent of having him. 

 He palmed your chest, admiring its swell in his palm before trailing down your stomach until he reached between your legs and felt just how wet you were for him. Those hands that always held yours so carefully, the ones that trembled when you cleaned the blood from beneath his nails. Those same hands that bruised Li Yong’s face to the point of purples on his skin. Those hands now touched you with so much desire.

 “Oh sweetheart, you feel fucking soft.” He couldn’t believe you were so wet for him, least of all without him touching you properly yet, “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

 He cupped your entire heat before letting two fingers gather you on his fingers, smoothing over your clit. His touch felt so good, so right. And if it wasn’t for the fact that you could see his reflection in the mirror, you’d have closed your eyes to focus on the feeling.

 When he bought his hand away from your pussy, you watched as he brought his two fingers to his lips and lay them flat upon his tongue, eyes closing. The groan he let out as he tasted you on his fingers sent your pulse quickening even further than before.

 “So fucking good.”

 He let his hand fall back between your legs then, wrapping an arm around your stomach to keep you upright against him as he pleasured you. He wanted to see your face reflected in the mirror, see your mouth hanging open from his hand as you cried out for more as you squirmed in his grasp from the preciseness of his touch, the way his long fingers delved inside you and pulsed. 

 You could feel his hardness against your lower back as you bucked your hips back against him. That friction was driving him insane.

 “You wanna feel what you do to me? Wanna feel me inside you?” He asked over your shoulder as you squirmed in his grasp. You couldn’t have answered more quickly, more eagerly, “Then spread your legs for me.”

 He entered you slowly, chin thrown back until he let his head fall forward as he did. His eyes were scrunched shut so firmly, doing everything he could to give you some time to adjust to him being inside you.

 You felt so good all tightly wrapped around him and he told you as much, wanting you to know what you were doing to him in case the sounds he made weren’t enough. You felt each deep groan rumble its way through his chest at your back, heard his heavy breaths as they fell behind your ear. Once you were used to his stretch, to the fullness he brought, you begged him to move. 

 Each snap of his hips stole the air from your lungs and the steadiness in your legs. The dresser shook, banging against the wall will each thrust. He fucked you so hard your legs began to falter so he had to keep you hoisted up between him and the dresser. 

 His teeth sank into your shoulder to alleviate some of the building tension. After all, that’s what this was for you both: relieving tension. And that delicious pain shot right to your core, made you cry out his name in bliss.

 “Say it again-“ he groaned, “Please.”

 He asked you to say his name like he’d die if he didn’t hear it falling from your mouth again. So you said it, said it like it was the only name you’d ever heard, the only one that kept you warm at night. 

 He almost finished from the sound.

 He pulled out of you and you turned in his grasp to kiss him. That was the first time you’d ever kissed him, which was strange given the fact that he’d known your warmth and you’d felt him inside you before you’d known the press of his lips on yours. He kissed you so slowly, so gently as he held your cheek. 

 Nothing else seemed to matter, both of you were just entirely preoccupied with each other’s lips.

 Ah Sahm hoisted you up onto the dresser so you could reach him more easily, wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss as it grew more frantic, needier. His lips moved so naturally against yours, both of you entirely drunk and distracted by each other’s kiss.

 You clung onto him desperately, and he realised he’d maybe set you down a little too far back on the dresser. So he tugged your body closer to his by your sides, and you lined him back up with your entrance again. Another tug of his strong arms on your hips and he’d thoroughly sheathed himself inside you again.

 You hooked your knees around his hips in a bid to have him even closer to you, so your bodies were all but painted onto one another. You gripped his upper arms, feeling the muscle there flex beneath your fingers as he adjusted his hold on you. 

With heaving breath you tore your mouth away from his and let your chin rest on his shoulder as he pumped in and out of you. Your nails found his back and you couldn't resist letting them dig into his skin. He cried out from that touch, clearly loving having you mark him up like that so you continued. His back was so broad, so thick with well-worked and powerful threads of muscle that you felt each flex of them beneath your fingertips every time he moved his hips. 

 Ah Sahm took to kissing your shoulder, occasionally sinking his teeth into it when things got too much for him. And each time he let his teeth know your supple flesh, he’d soothe it over with his lips soon before moving onto your neck or your chest, just itching to taste every inch of your skin within his reach.

 You knew each other so well and so intimately that you could move in such a way that you were comfortable and enjoying each other. Moving in relative sync despite the fact this was your first time together.

 When you took his chin between your fingers and kissed him again, his movements became much softer, wanting to seal the feeling of your mouth on his into his memory.  With the initial harshness of his thrusts, you felt every ounce of what he couldn’t hope to say. You felt his frustration, his guilt, his hunger. Now you felt his sorrow, his tenderness and his need.

 There were no more frantic movements now, just passion.

 “Bed,” you panted between kisses so he lifted you into his arms and walked backwards until the backs of his knees felt the bed. His back hit the mattress soon after.

 You set about straddling his hips so you could ride him. He took the hand you rested on his chest and brought your fingers to his lips, sucking your thumb into his mouth as he watched you get settled. He touched your hands like they were the most precious things in the world, so very different to his own. His tongue was smooth against your thumb, but he licked the tip of it with such precise, focused strokes that you had to withdraw your thumb from his mouth lest your mind wander. 

 Instead, you slid your hand down his neck until you reached its thick base and he was nodding his head before you could even ask him if he wanted you to squeeze. With one hand wrapped around his neck, you used your other to slowly guide him back inside you. And the groan that escaped him was divine, his eyes scrunching shut ever so briefly before they were back on you.

 “Fuck, that feels good,” he sighed, voice straining. 

 He couldn’t get enough of this. Of the sensations, of the sight of you and the sounds that filled the air each time you sank down onto him. You were so wet that his thighs glistened now as well as yours.

 But he caught sight of your hand delving between your legs and couldn’t help the absolutely overpowering need he felt to help you.

 “Show me.”

 Releasing his throat, you took hold of the hand that cupped your cheek, tasted his skin as you kissed his palm before guiding two of his fingers down between your legs. You pressed them exactly where you wanted him to touch and moved them at just the pace that made your thighs quiver.

 “That how you like it, sweetheart?” He rasped as you let his fingers go and took a handful of his chest instead to steady yourself, “Just like that?”

 The fact that you’ve just shown him how you liked to be touched had him losing what was left of his composure. Despite everything, you trusted him enough to show him how to have you coming undone from his touch. 

 He looked up at you with such awe, such affection as you rode him. The combination of having him inside you and his touch on your nub had heat pooling and starting to burn your belly.

 When your thighs began to tire, you fell forward and framed his head with your forearms, working your hips in a slow grind.

 You felt his hair against your forehead as you rested it against his, breath falling heavy as you chased your release. Ah Sahm didn’t really care to chase his anymore; having you here in his arms and using him for your own needs was pleasure enough for him. He just held and touched you anywhere he could reach, anywhere that drew a gasp or a shiver from you. Anything to have you unravelling in his arms.

 “I’m close!”

 Any resolve you had left seeped from you at hearing the sounds he made so close to your ear, hearing his voice so desperate. So you did the one thing you knew drove him wild. You cried out his name and he had to act quickly so as not to finish within you. He finished on his stomach, but barely let himself rest before he had you on your back with his hand between your legs.

 He kissed you so sweetly and touched you just like you’d shown him, that pressure building and building until your legs began to shake and your voice quivered into his mouth. 

Then he was kissing lower, and lower down your front until you felt his lips on your pussy and his tongue on your clit.

 And he groaned into your pussy when you tugged on his dark hair. That’s when the dam burst within you. Feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers, he was glad he’d been the one to finish first, feeling like he might’ve passed out if you came around him like that.

 Ah Sahm made sure to hold your hands in his as you came, lapping up everything your pussy gave him as soon as it leaked. And when you were finished he flopped down beside you, let you curl into his side.

 His chest rose quickly beneath your ear, his lungs desperate to taste the sweet air, but his breath soon evened out as did yours. You lay flat on top of him and any worries you had about crushing beneath you promptly vanished when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you further on top of him. 

 He wrapped your body up in his arms so you could feel little else other than safe and protected in the walls his embrace built around you. He held you like he wanted to feel every ounce of you press into every ounce of him.

 “I think I’m in love with you.”

 His voice was quiet, a little raspy. Like he was afraid to speak the words but felt like he’d implode if he didn’t.

 “Don’t- You don’t mean that,” you said that more to reassure yourself than him, “You’re just lonely.”

 You tried to focus on the strength of his arms around you, the blood beating through his veins beneath the surface of his skin. You couldn’t let yourself think that he felt that way about you, couldn’t let yourself be truly vulnerable with him again despite just doing what you did with him. 

 “Maybe, but what if I do mean it?” He asked, rubbing his hands over your skin affectionately.

 “I’m happy to help fill whatever void you have here,” you placed a hand over where you knew his heart to be, just as you had when he lay beside you barely breathing in Ah Toy’s bed, “But don’t think for a second that you get to pretend that what you feel for me is love.”

 You sat up on him a little so you could look down at him, meet his eyes as you spoke. He swallowed but wouldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, he needed you to know he was sincere.

 “It might not be yet, but I want it to be. I want to love you,” he dragged his fingers over your thigh, giving it a gentle and affectionate squeeze, “But I know it’s not fair of me to ask you for that chance yet.”

 You searched his eyes and the way he gazed up at you is enough for you to think that there’s a small chance it actually might be or at least be what he thinks is love. 

 His eyes were so sincere, full of nothing but pure adoration and amenability. And you wanted to cave, to tell him that yes, you would let him love and be loved by you as he was already. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You couldn’t let him in so easily, not after everything you’d both done. 

 “That’s a chance you’re going to have to earn, okay? I need time.”

 You wanted desperately to feel his love, to let it wash over you and soothe your every ache as you knew it would. But not just when it suited him. Not just because he was lonely or jealous or angry at his lot in life. It would be on your terms. It would be when you were ready. 

 “Then you have it,” he smiled up at you, “I’ll be here.”

For now, he’d have to settle for you using him for pleasure and he could think of far worse things to settle for.

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[legends-of-apex]

Warrior on a date HCs? 🙏🏼😫

(Bolo, YJ, Ah Sahm, Ah Toy, Li Yong)

The Warrior characters on a date - Headcanons

Rating: T (mentions of drinking, non-sexual intimacy)

Tagging: @icy-spicy @noobsaibots

Here you go, lovely! Hope you enjoy and thanks so much for your request 🥰 headcanons are gender neutral for all characters!

Ah Sahm

Probably running through the streets at full pelt to get there on time and makes it by the skin of his teeth. Usually has a bit of blood on his face and gives his s/o the heart eyes when they very kindly wipe it off for him and press a kiss to wherever the blood was, even when he assures them that the blood wasn’t his. Will look at his s/o like a lovesick puppy for the rest of the night

Prefers a date in a more quiet and intimate setting away from the bustle and noise he’s used to. A date at his s/o’s place is perfect cause it’s familiar and comfortable territory. Loves curling up with or walking arm in arm with his s/o and talking about the most meaningless things. Dates with him are gentle, intimate and sweet

Ah Toy

She wants her s/o to have her, not whatever version of her she puts on for others so something nice and cozy suits her best. Loves going to the market and getting some food, bringing it back home and having a feast with her s/o by the warmth of the fireplace. Rarely doesn’t bring a gift of some kind for her s/o even if it’s just food

Her eyes barely leave her s/o at all throughout the whole date, especially when they’re talking about something they’re passionate about. She’s just looking at them adoringly all night. She’ll do everything she can to make them feel appreciated and cared for. Dates with her are passionate, quiet and personal

Bolo

Likes doing something fun with his s/o. Going for a walk, going for drinks, anything where there won’t be much silence or absence of things to talk about. He always walks them home afterwards with his hand in theirs, even if they live right next door to where the date was. A single kiss to his cheek in thanks and he’ll give the brightest smile imaginable

Is very good at smooth-talking his way into being asked if he’d like to join them inside. He’ll do that even if they’ve been dating for months and he’s been told he can come in or stay over anytime. It’s probably easier if you just pull him inside when he starts his pitch

Li Yong

He doesn’t mind where the date is or what they’re doing together. So long as he gets to spend time with his s/o then he’s happy. He likes to keep dates light because he’s used to just the most dour things. He smiles all the time on dates because he’s genuinely happy to be there and he’ll do everything he can to make his s/o smile too

He’s showering his s/o in soft kisses all the time on a date. Especially loves pressing gentle kisses to their cheek, their knuckles, their forehead. He sees a date as the time to dote on his s/o because he’s usually so busy otherwise. He’s giving constant love and affection on dates, or as much as his s/o let’s him

Young Jun

He’s out here doing the most!! Flowers for his date, chivalry dialled up to the max, making sure he’s looking his best. He just wants his s/o to feel special so he goes all out. Dates with him are often high-energy and grand. He spares no expense!

Is nervous as hell but will mask that with flirting. He’s respectful but will openly flirt with his s/o constantly. He’ll also compliment them every third or fourth sentence just to see them smile. Probably helped pick out something for his s/o to wear on their date and he’ll be sure to let them know how good they look

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[legends-of-apex]

‘Hands Off’ | Ah Sahm x f!reader

rating: 18+ nsfw

word count: 3,200

summary: after you tell him he’s not allowed to touch you whilst you’re getting ready for work one morning, knowing full well where his touch would lead, Ah Sahm uses his voice to get you off instead

genre: smut, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, instructed masturbation, praise, edging

warnings: heavy smut, pet names (sweetheart, princess, baby, good girl), graphic descriptions of masturbation, slight sensory deprivation (he asks the reader to keep their eyes closed so they can focus on his voice), low-key oral fixation, graphic dirty talk

a/n: thank you so much to @icy-spicy for all her help with this! Requested by anonymous. Hope you all enjoy, would love to hear what you think 💕

His heavy hands moulded to the curve of your hips. He toyed with the elastic of your underwear, slipping a finger below the band and gently tracing over the soft skin. 

You felt the firmness of his chest at your back, the soft scratch of his facial hair on your shoulder and the deep hum in his throat as he pressed his lips to your skin.

 You were supposed to be getting dressed for work. But with Ah Sahm around? That was never an easy task.

He’d just left your bedroom to fetch his shirt, his waistcoat and his jacket from where they’d ended up strewn about your living room the night before. And when he’d returned to see you dressing for the day he couldn’t resist the lingering urge to have his hands on your skin once more.

 He couldn’t help it. The delicious sting of your nails raking down his back was still fresh. It had him aching. 

 “Hands off. I can’t let you make me late for work, again,” you said that even as he carefully moved your bra strap to the side, even as you melted at his delicately pressed lips on a bruise he’d suckled into your shoulder last night, “No matter how much I want you to.”

 You knew exactly where him touching you like that would lead and just how long that takes. He liked to take his time with you, but this morning it was time you sadly didn’t have.

 Although you’d had him throughout the night to touch your heart and warm your bed, his hands on your skin and his lips on your neck sent your stomach burning for him again. 

“So when you said ‘hands off’ did you mean just my hands or…?” He asked, grinning as he placed one last press of his lips to your skin before stepping away from you, respecting your wishes.

 Just hearing from your mouth that you wanted him again was enough to have his trousers tightening and his mind running a mile.

 You looked up at him confused, head tilted. An adorable look if ever he’d seen one. So he stepped in closer to you again, leant his mouth right down by your ear. 

 “What I’m trying to say is, ‘What if I asked you to touch yourself?’” 

 Any resolve you had left simply seeped from your body as soon as those words left his mouth. 

 Work could wait.

He had you seated back against the pillows. Your body laid bare before him with the exception of your panties. He’d already had you toying with and teasing your nipples over the fabric of your bra before he instructed you to take it off. 

 You had no idea where he was. He’d asked to close your eyes for him, a request you’d whined at but he promised you it would be worth it. And he was right.

 His voice felt like it was everywhere. It was the only sound you could hear save for the blood rushing through your ears and your own shallow breath. You hung off each and every smooth-toned syllable that left his lips. Noted how some words fell quicker than others but most were a drawl.

 “Start dragging a finger over your slit. Up and down,” he uttered.

 You did as you were told, dragging your middle finger along the length of your slit over your panties. The cloth clung to your aching heat already.

 “That’s it. Nice and slow for me.” 

 You moaned at the feeling. The desperation in your voice had his eyes closing longer on their next blink.

 “Want you to think about how my hands would feel on your skin right now. Think about how I’d touch you, how I’d taste you…” He trailed off, watching as you so delicately ran your fingertip over your pussy, how you clearly ached for more. He was mesmerised by that slow, tender movement.

 “If I could touch you right now I’d be touching you slow. Might run my hand along your thighs and tease you until your panties soaked through…” His brow furrowed for a moment as he realised just how wet you were, “…They’re already soaked through aren’t they?”

 You nodded in affirmation and he outright groaned at the thought, dragging his hand over his face. This was just as torturous for him as it was for you.

 He ached to touch you.

 Making you feel good- whether that was with his hands, his tongue, his cock, it didn’t matter- got him off more than anything else in the world. He wasn’t used to just having to use his voice.

 “Take em’ off for me.”

 You had your panties around your ankles in an instant, flinging them off the side of the bed as the cool morning air hit washed over you. Goosebumps littered your body, the skin raised beneath your hands.

 “Get your fingers nice and wet.”

 He expected you to suck two fingers into your mouth or maybe soak them on your tongue. What he absolutely wasn’t expecting was for you to instead swirl them around your entrance, and for that sound that came from it to be so deliciously soaked . 

 “You’re already that wet for me, sweetheart? Shit .” His mouth all but watered, “Let me taste you?”

 Of course you did. You felt his fingers on your wrist, felt the anticipation that he was going to replace your touch with his tongue. Except then you felt his lips wrap around your two fingers, just tasting the tips. 

He wasn’t about to break your ‘no touching’ rule so easily. No matter how much he was itching, absolutely dying to have you right from the source. 

 “Always tastes better from your hand than mine,” he mused.

 He sucked them back into his mouth and groaned like he’d just tasted his first slice of heaven. You felt the vibrations running through your hand as he cleaned your skin with his tongue. 

 When he was satisfied, he set your hand back down against your thigh. “Play with your clit for me, baby. Slowly.”

 You let your fingers travel down to your entrance, soaking them before trailing right back up to your throbbing clit. You moved your fingers in slow circles at first, gliding them over the flesh.

 Your clit was hard and throbbing so you circled it faster, more pointedly, in exactly the place on your clit that felt best. You went right for it out of habit and he noticed how your breath hitched.

 “Ah-ah. Patience, sweetheart,” His voice seemed like it might have grown even deeper then, “Be nice and gentle. Slow down and build yourself up,” you slowed your movements down, right to a crawl, “That's it, just like that.”

 It was slow. Too slow. And he knew that, he knew how frustrating it would be and that was exactly why he asked to touch yourself so slowly; Just so you could feel that ache.

 “Need it faster,” You whined, hearing his deep chuckle from across the room, “ Please .”

 The way you begged just then made him hard to the point of pain. He’d shown so much restraint up until then, managed just to sit there and bounce his knee. But having you begging for him to let you touch yourself more quickly was what finally made him crack and bring his hand down between his legs. He smoothed his palm over his cock where it lay confined in his dress trousers. 

 “When you ask like that? You can have whatever you want, princess,” he cut himself off with a sharp breath as his thumb found the head of his cock, “Touch yourself a little faster.”

 So you did, mouth hanging open a little from the sudden change in friction. 

 “Such a good girl,” he breathed, his voice sending a pleasant shiver up your spine.

 He was still teasing himself over the fabric of his trousers, and the strain wasn’t going away. Each sound of your fingers slipping as they glided through your folds, every little cry or gasp that fell from your lips had his insides burning for you. He had to do something about it.

 “Sounds like you’re fucking dripping, huh sweetheart?” He asked and you nodded, not trusting your words not to falter, “I’ll tell you what. Since you’ve been so good for me, so patient, you can have my fingers just for a minute. You want that?”

 “Yes, please,” you whined, exhaling a long breath at the thought. 

 ‘No touching’ be damned.

 You heard the faint rustling of fabric and the sound of his shoes scuffing against the floor as he walked in your direction from wherever he’d sat down. Each heavy step sent your clit throbbing, just begging you for his presence, his touch.

 Then you heard the distinct rattle of his belt buckle. The sound of metal on metal followed swiftly by a soft sigh. From the depth, the heaviness of that sigh you knew then that he’d taken his cock in his hand.

 You withdrew your hand despite the ache that it left between your legs in preparation for his treasured touch.

 He was close enough to you now that you could smell the faint flair of smoke mixed with his cologne, you could hear his steady breath.

 You felt his large hand cup your heat, so his touch didn’t shock you by diving right in. And when your lip began to quiver in anticipation for his hand to move, he plunged two, long fingers within you and curled them until his knuckles almost knew your warmth.

 Your body welcomed him as an old and favoured friend. His fingers slid inside you so easily, so smoothly and his thumb found your clit just as quickly. 

 “Tell me, do your own fingers feel as good as mine?” He asked, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to get a coherent response from you apart from keening.

 His fingers felt better. They were longer, broader than your own. And given the amount of time he’d devoted to learning exactly how to use them on you, to learn exactly how you liked to be worked open? It was no surprise he could get you off as efficiently as he could.

 He cursed quietly to himself as he felt how wet you were, how absolutely drenched your pussy was for him. Both the moans that tumbled from your lips and the sloppy sound of his fingers pulsing in and out of your soaked entrance sent him hardening even further.

 You called out for him when he withdrew his hand, desperate for more.

 “I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothed, lips lingering on your forehead for a moment.

 This time he didn’t taste your slick no matter how much he wanted to but you did hear him groan. You had heard the sweet, lewd juices of your pussy as he plunged in and out of you and then those same sweet sounds coming from where you knew him to be, as if he was touching himself with that same wet hand. 

 You could picture it. Oh, you could picture it so well; Him lathering up his thick cock with your slick and fisting it in his hand.

 You couldn’t resist cracking open an eye then two as those sweet sounds filled the air. 

 He’d pulled up a chair at the bed’s side, which he now draped himself over. He sat legs wide, unbuttoned shirt spread open and crumpled from his hand’s movements. His trousers were unbuckled, splayed so he had easy access to his length.

 You watched as he pumped his hand up and down it a few times, his eyes closed and lips pouted. You saw the way his thumb smoothed your wetness over the velvety head of his cock, how he worked himself from base to tip so his entire length was covered in your sheen. 

 You rubbed yourself a little harder at the sight of him so dishevelled and needy, knowing that was from him watching you touch yourself. The look of pure and utter pleasure on his face was one of which you would never tiring of seeing. 

 When his cock twitched against his palm you had to close your eyes again for fear of finishing. So you focused on the sounds of him fucking his hand.

 When he opened his eyes he saw you diligently working yourself. It made him clench his jaw and throw his head back as he moved his hand faster, tighter, trying to mimic how your body felt wrapped around him. 

Everything was starting to become too much. You could feel that knot in your stomach coiling tighter, the burn becoming sharper and you cried out in near bliss.

 “Not yet, princess. We’ve still got so much to do.” You did as he asked and stilled your hand for a few moments despite your body screaming for you to continue. 

 “Well done, sweetheart. You’re so good- such a good girl for me.” 

 You listened to his faint throaty moans and the sound of him working himself over. He worked himself slower now, to make sure he didn’t finish too quickly either. 

 “When you’re ready, stuff your fingers in your pussy…just the way you like it.”

 So you did, lathering up your fingers before sliding two inside your entrance, just the tips of them as you got used to their stretch.  

 “That’s it. That’s my good girl. You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” He said that more to himself than to you, voice straining.

 The sight of your fingers disappearing inside you reminded him of driving his cock inside you last night and every other night you’d given him that same privilege.

 “Shit, I wanna eat you out so bad. But as much as I love the way you taste, I’d much rather have you come on my cock.” He watched you almost ride your fingers, saw them disappearing inside your pussy only to reappear more soaked each time. One of his favourite sights in the world. 

 “You know why? It’s not just how good you feel wrapped around me. It’s the way you shiver, how you cry out. And being inside you when you’re coming undone in my arms? It's bliss.”

 He pumped his length a little more firmly now as you brought your other hand to touch your clit. 

 “Baby, I wanna fuck you until your legs start to shake and keep going until you beg me to stop.” He said that with what little breath he had left in his lungs, barely managing to get the words out without his voice breaking, “I can’t wait to bend you over.”

 It would’ve been so easy to make that a reality. To push you back against the pillows and fuck you until you both knew the sweet satisfaction of one another. But there was something so filthy about this that he couldn’t help but want to prolong it for you both as long as he could.

 You felt your legs start to turn to jelly again as you slide your fingers in and out. Your strokes grew sloppy, uneven and you couldn’t help but moan and call out for him softly.

 “ Fuck , if you keep moaning like that...” he trailed off but his meaning was clear. He was close. 

 The sound of his voice all breathy and deep, saying such things as the sounds of him working his cock filled the air were becoming too much for you to handle.

“Want you to fuck yourself like it’s me fucking you. As best as you can.” 

 And he did the same, closing his fist around himself a little tighter but moving a little slower, fucking his hand how he had your body last night. He’d moved in slow, deliberate drags as you raked your nails down his back and now he missed your hands on his skin. 

 “A little harder, sweetheart,” he encouraged.

 He saw how you stretched your fingers out a little, trying to imitate his girth, his depth as your other hand worked your clit. 

 “Harder.”

 Your head flew back. All you could hear then was his staggered moans and the sweet sounds of him working his cock. 

His heavy hand gripped your knee as he opened your legs a little further, spreading you wide for his viewing pleasure. He watched you rub your hand over your absolutely dripping pussy just the way you liked it, saw the sheen on your pruning fingers and your quivering thighs. 

 Your body almost seemed to shy away from your own hand at the overstimulation and he couldn’t decide between aching to bury his face or his cock between your thighs. Either would be bliss.

 He all but drooled at the sight of you, tongue darting out to wet his parting lips.

 You were so beyond soaked and stimulated that your thighs would clamp around his head as they shook and stuttered. He longed to feel your desperate fingers in his hair, to taste you on his tongue.

 But he also wanted to be inside you more than anything. He imagined just how much your walls must be fluttering right now, how you would feel all wrapped around him. Wet and pulsing. He’d felt that sensation so many times and just the thought of it alone made him fuck his fist a little harder.

 He was losing himself. The rhythm of his hand, his breath. 

 The sight and the sounds of you like this were altogether too much for him. His head felt like it was fizzing. 

You opened your eyes and he hadn’t even noticed, too preoccupied to care. 

 You caught sight of him with his entire body rigid and strained. Saw the veins in his neck bulging and his hips jerking as he fought the urge to finish. His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and white ropes of pre-cum already covered the hand he worked himself with. 

 His focus on the slickened sounds of your body and your moans was clear. The few strands of dark hair that fell by his eyes swayed with each jerk of his hand.

 “Come for me,” he pleaded. His voice was firm but shaking, just begging you to finish for him. 

 So you did everything you had to get yourself over the edge and he did the same. 

 The way his voice caught in his throat as he came was divine, eyes scrunched shut and mouth agape after sinking his teeth into his reddened bottom lip. His release crisscrossed his taut stomach and he found himself thankful he hadn’t buttoned up his shirt yet that morning. 

The room seemed to go quiet. Only a moment ago there had been so much noise: your mingling breaths, his tearing voice, your cries and the wet, rhythmic sounds of your bodies being pleasured. Then there was nothing save for the sounds outside, the birds gliding by and squawking.

 His thumb found your chin as he leaned down to place a kiss to your hairline and check if you were alright. You grabbed handfuls of his open shirt before you smoothed your hands over his chest, his neck.

 “Next time you need to get ready for work? You should probably throw me out first if you want to make it on time.”

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