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kittenfrostt · 1 year

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May I ask for NSFW Alphabet HCs with Yoru from Valorant?

warnings ;; filthy smut

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Let’s be real, this man is not the best candidate when it comes to aftercare. He can sometimes be a selfish lover, and will think you can probably take care of yourself. It’s not in a mean way– he just doesn’t think he’s going to do a good job. You can ask him, and he might be a bit moody about it but he’ll help you out in any way you ask if you’re sweet about it. He just can’t resist that pretty, fucked out expression of yours.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on his own body is definitely his hair. Hes always combing through it, making sure its perfectly styled at all times.

On you, I can definitely see him as loving either your boobs or your ass, anywhere he can bite or suck on. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he thinks every part of you is beautiful. There are just certain parts that really get him going.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Messy, messy boy. Likes to cum all over or inside of you with your consent of course. He likes to make a bit of a mess, eager to see your face or body dripping in his cum. It just makes you look so pretty, and its kinda one of his ways of marking you. He’ll sit and stare as it drips out of your pretty hole, opting to push it back into you, or eat you out after he cums. For girls he loves when you squirt, being doused in your arousal wakes something primal in him each time. For boys he definitely likes to see you cum all over the sheets, or his chest when he’s fucking you. Que the ‘I didn’t even have to touch it,’ With a cocky grin.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to watch porn sometimes. Maybe even a naughty video or picture of you is enough to help make him cum.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I’d say he has pretty good experience. He’s used to the casual hookup and never talking again type beat. Though he leads you on to thinking he knows more than he actually does, there’s no way he’s going to embarrass himself in front of you. He likes to keep his cocky, cool complexion like he has everything under control.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It would probably be between doggy and cowgirl. On one end, he likes to see your face shoved into the pillow, back arched nice and pretty for him to pound into you from the back. On the other end, he likes to see you ride him with wild abandon, your body trembling from exertion above him after he’s made you ride him for long periods of time on end. He’ll have one arm behind his head, a sly grin on his features as he praises you, ‘Come on my little doll, you can keep goin. Just keep moving your hips like that,’

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say he’s more serious when it comes to intimacy. He’s not much the goofy type at all outside of sex, I don;t think it would change during.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc. )

As stated earlier, this man always make sure he’s well groomed. He keeps his hair neatly trimmed, and yes the carpet does in fact match the drapes. Though it’s more of a darker blue.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not a big passionate lover, more of a selfish, primal and rough kind of guy. At first it’s just a mission to get you and himself off, but the more you two spend time together, I believe you two will share more intimate moments together. Something deeper than just sloppy, rough sex.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

More times than he should. He likes to do it in front of you, watching you squirm as he strokes himself to the sight of your naked body. But he does have his moments where he’ll jack off if he;s on his own, if he’s too horny to wait he’ll throw on some porn and get himself off.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves spanking, and a bit of a brat tamer. He would definitely be a fan of things such as ropes, collars, etc. Anything to make you look like his pretty little fuck doll he adores. He also more than likely has a ‘daddy’ kink, though he’d never openly admit it. Very into dom/sub relationships. Hair pulling is something he’s into, wether he’s the one receiving it, or he’s the one tugging you back to him by your roots. Add in some choking, this man believes his hand is your best necklace. Also a huge fan of orgasm denial.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere tbh. He doesn’t really have a favorite place, he’ll take you in a public bathroom if need be. This man does NOT care.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Begging. Huge weakness for begging. It really gets him going. He also likes clinginess despite his front that he finds it annoying. When you latch onto him, it awakens something possessive in him and never ceases to get him going. Also when you touch his nipples or chest it triggers him almost instantly.

Bratty behavior is also something he's into. He just likes the excuse you fuck it right out of you.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not much honestly. He wouldn’t be into anything extreme, including scat or something of that sort. He’s also not a huge fan of roleplay. He’d refuse to sub for you, and it would take a lot of convincing to get him to reluctantly agree.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys both, but his preference is definitely receiving. He could fuck your throat for hours if given the chance. He just loves to see his pretty baby gag on his cock with tears dripping down their cheeks. :(

He’s great with his mouth and fingers, and will ensure to give you multiple orgasms when he gives you oral.

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His usual pace is fast and rough, but sometimes he’ll slow the pace only to taunt you, have you begging him to go faster. It fuels him to no end.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t mind them at all. Will do it anytime of the day you want to.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s very willing to experiment, and he loves the thrill of taking risks. The thought of the two of you getting caught by another agent is something he’d love to see. The embarrassed look on your features after the matter.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

. Many, many rounds. This man travels through dimensions in his free time, he can last for long hours if need be. Very high stamina, and trust me when I tell you he will use every bit of in on his pretty little doll.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes absolutely. He owns toys to use on his partner and will use them when he feels like edging you or watching you fall apart beneath him, showing him just how much of a lil slut you are even without him touching you.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yoru is very mean, very unfair lover. He loves to edge you, punish you, you name it. One of the biggest teases ever. He finds enjoyment in it. He just likes to be in charge.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can sometimes loud, but it mainly limits to grunts or groans. Maybe on a very good day, he’ll give out a little whimper. Expect it to be very lowkey, and if you catch it he’ll deny it to the ends of the Earth.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Soft groans came from the male as he stared down at your kneeled figure, nose buried in his pelvis as he bullies his cock down your throat. “Look at that– taking me so well,” He’d purr out, his grip on your hair unmoving as he bobs your head up and down the length of his cock. He could hear the soft gags and squelches of your salivated mouth sucking him off, the noises like music to his ears. “Aww pretty doll, don’t tell me your crying,” He’d taunt, one of his thumbs moving to swipe a tear that fell down your soft cheeks from your throat being abused. Your vision was hazy as you gazed up with half lidded eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto the ground as you take him deep into your throat. You whine around him, and he grunts at the vibrating sensation. His grip on your hair tightens, and the way you stare up at him has him practically throbbing. “Thats it doll– just keep looking at me just like that,” He’d groan out, face locked onto yours as the mix of his precum and saliva drip down your chin, Just the sight had him thrusting a few times into your mouth. “Letting me use that warm little throat of yours, my little cum slut,” He cooed out, forcing your head back down to take all of him in your mouth. “Show me how bad you want my cum,” He challenged you, a slight grin on his features as he felt the warm flesh of your tongue circling around his base.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got a pretty lean, athletic build. He isn’t super buff, but strong enough to maneuver you how he pleases.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderately high. This poor little horn dog, always needing relief.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s usually up for another hour or so before he falls asleep, and he never falls asleep before you do. He wants to exert you to the very limit, and admire his work as you sleep peacefully beside him.

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zeilaaan · 9 months

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"Kuso~", Yoru mutters in your ear as he fucks you mercilessly, while holding your body against him with his arm. Rift particles around the area, signifying he's close to climaxing.

His freehand, travelling across your body and shoving his fingers inside of your mouth to prevent you from making any noise.

Being the selfish lover he is, he bites deeply into your neck as he cums, and you groan out loud.

He licks your tears, and praises you for the being the good little slut you are.

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l0serloki · 3 months

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Following Orders

Yakuza!Yoru x Reader

Summary : You grew up in the Yakuza and can't escape. But maybe it's not a bad thing..

CW : SMUT, f!reader, sir kink, mean yoru, dumbification & degrading, creampie, praising, dirty nasty desk sex

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Your job wasn’t exactly a safe one. It wasn’t your choice in the first place to join, your mother had been poor and the Yakuza were the only ones who had offered to take her in. Under one condition - that she would work as their escort.

You had respected all that she had done for you but now you faced the dilemma that she forced upon you. When she died they had come searching for you, offering you two options. Become their errand girl and work on organizing tasks or take up your mothers job. You were obviously smart enough to know there wasn’t room to negotiate with these people so you gave in. And that is how you were currently working under one of the strongest members of the Yakuza.

Yoru.

He was a tough boss and you didn’t see him very often. You sat in his office as he took care of people and money. He was very picky about how his things were to be set up but once you got in the swing of things he was actually quite generous. You also didn’t have to worry about other men trying to feel up on you as Yoru’s reputation was quite well known. Or so you thought.

Today was a day that you got to see him. Which meant you also had to calm your heart. It was unfair having such a handsome face and body and being so unlikeable.

“Y/N where did my report go for the recent mission?” Yoru’s voice piped up, your eyes meeting his as you dusted the shelves.

“It’s on the bottom container sir.” You watched as he rolled his eyes and yanked out the paper.

“When I’m here just leave it on the desk.” His voice was demanding and you could feel agitation rising within you.

“With all due respect sir I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” You mumbled out as you tried to hide your scowl. You could hear his annoyed grunt as he peered up at you.

“Don’t fucking give me attitude.” His words pierced through you and you turned around to continue dusting. Your anger only mounting up more as you felt hot tears prick your eyes. You wanted to walk out, to say you were done, but you knew better. And as much as he was an asshole, you didn’t think anywhere else would pay as well as he did.

“Y/N.” Yoru’s hand slapped the table, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sir.” You mumbled out, not bothering to turn around as you leaned over to continue cleaning.

“Has Haru talked to you?” He sounded almost mad, but you brushed it off as his usual personality.

“No? Was he supposed to?” You raised an eyebrow to him and he frowned.

“No. If he comes up to you, tell him to leave you alone.” He stood up quickly, taking his papers with him. “I am going into a meeting. I will be done in an hour. Be in here when I am done.” He sauntered out of the room, not leaving much option to say no.

What had he wanted you to stay for? And why was he suddenly so worried about some grunt who works the backrooms?

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You waited for a while before the office door opened and Yoru came stomping in. By the look on his face the meeting did not go as planned and he threw the papers onto his desk. His eyes snapped to you, something dark running within them.

“Sir?” You whispered out as he leaned back and motioned you towards him.

“Don’t make me tell you what to do. Come here.” He pats the seat directly in front of him. You slowly sit down and look up at his form.

“I leave for a week and then all of a sudden I hear rumors about Haru and you fucking. Are you going around and being a whore? Do you know how that looks on me? Having my secretary fuck some nobody?”

Your eyes widened at the accusations. Your heart felt like it was about to explode as you began to shake your head wildly.

“That’s not true sir! I would never do that. I have only talked to him once.” Yoru’s hand comes to grip your jaw as he gets closer to you.

“And how would I know you’re telling the truth?” His voice was deep and you felt yourself grow hotter at his rough touch.

“I am sir! I promise. I’ll do anything to prove it.” You whispered out, trying to come to terms if you were scared, horny, or both.

“And what if I gave you an opportunity to prove it? What if I made you my personal whore instead? Made everyone listen as I fucked you right now?” His hand pulled you to stand up as the other gripped at your hip. You let out a moan as his usual glare turned into a smirk. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive and maybe it wouldn’t be bad to just give in. After all it was your job to help him out. Right?

“Okay.” You whisper out and Yoru immediately gets into gear. His hands ripped at your shirt, throwing it across the floor, pushing you against his desk. He smacked your thighs apart as he slid in between.

“Good girl. You are stubborn but you know when to listen.” He gave you a sarcastic smile as he slid off your bra.

Your body twitched as his eyes roamed over you, suddenly feeling nervous. He didn’t leave much time for that though. His fingers moved to roll one of your nipples as his mouth sucked at the other. Your head fell back against the desk as he continued his ministrations.

“Fuck. Look at you. I’ve wanted to do this since you joined. My little slut.” His words sent heat against your core as you all but moaned. You needed him.

“Yoru-” You started and he slapped your thigh.

“It’s sir. And don’t worry princess, I’ll fuck you.” His hands moved down as he yanked away at your pants and underwear, his eyes taking in the sight of your wet cunt.

“You’re so wet. You love me bending you over this desk? Or is it the thought of everyone hearing you take my cock?” He grunts as his hands make haste with his zipper and underwear, pulling out his hard-on.

Your mouth watered at the sight. His tip was an angry red, pearls of precum beading up out of it. You wanted nothing more than to lean down and lick it off.

“Answer me when I talk to you. Do you like me fucking you over the desk?” Yoru smacked at your ass as he turned you around. You let out a strangled sounding ‘yes’ as his cock rubbed against your folds.

“Beg for it then. If you like it so much.” He teased his tip against your wet hole and you felt your eyes water.

“Please sir. I’ll be good! Just fuck me!”

Yoru must’ve liked your answer because all at once he shoved himself into you, not giving you time to adjust. A scream ripped from your throat as you body tried to adjust to the intrusion. His hands caged you against the desk as he gave you a few tester thrusts.

“Fuck. You’ve got to stop squeezing me like that or I’ll cum in you.”

The thought alone of his seed inside you made you clench harder. You could practically hear his smirk as he felt you.

“Dirty bitch. You’d like my cum dripping out of your slutty hole. I don’t know why I should be surprised.” He whispered into your ear as he began his harsh pace. It didn’t take long for you to feel the knot in your stomach building up.

“Sir..” You moan out and your mouth is met with a sudden intrusion as he shoves his fingers into your mouth.

“I know, baby. I’m almost there too. Gonna fill you up and let everyone know who you belong to.” His hand ran down to your clit, his thumb nudging against it as your body shook.

“Sir!” Your voice screamed as you finally reached your high. You clenched against him hard, his hand slamming down next to your head as his thrusts faltered. His cum seeped into you, filling you full. His body deflated against yours as he rested for a moment. He slowly moved back and pulled out, watching as his seed dripped down your thighs.

“Fuck. I’m going to have to do this to you everytime I come back. Hear me?” Yoru swiped at the mess and plugged it back into your hole. Your head fell to the side with a moan from the overstimulation.

“Yes sir.” You whisper out and he only hummed.

“Good girl.”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Yoru would use his portals to finger you whenever he wants. You're just sitting there, going through papers, Yoru nowhere in sight and you suddenly feel his fingers prodding and pushing into your pussyhole and the next thing you know you're riding and coming all over them.

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seneitut · 9 months

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‘‘Redemption’‘

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[Yoru/F!Reader][Slight Gekko/Reader(?)]

Words: 10K

Tags: Fluff, break-up, jealousy, introspection, technicality of the game (Wanted to play with the AFK idea oopsie), NSFW +18, handjob, oral sex, teasing, dom/sub undertones, vaginal sex, more fluff, aftercare.

[Sorry for the wait, I had matters to take care of before posting this and, as you can see, is literally the longest fanfic I’ve written so far so I had to make a lot of revisions before posting it.]

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A few weeks later, Gekko breaks up with you.

Sudden and quick, from what he's been told.

Is surprising how fast the news travels within the few agents who are interested in something so mundane as gossiping inside the protocol. And Yoru is certain he wouldn't indulge in it if it weren't for Jett's loud mouth and perfect timing to witness the event unfolding in front of her very eyes.

The part where she decides Yoru should be the first to get the news was out of his control. Jett made sure the gossip was spread around like wildfire, starting with him and consequently Phoenix, to later on be told to Raze and Killjoy, and like dominoes, it all went downhill.

You didn't deserve something this personal to be vented out like it was nothing, and while he reprimanded Jett for being so careless and stupid for breaking your trust, her apologies wouldn't quell what has already been burnt.

What were the reasons? He asks himself that night. Why did this happen?

There is a faint clink between the tools he switches from hand to hand, discarding the one he doesn't need at the moment, before he goes back to fixing his bike.

The loose screws and the heavy puffs of breath he exhales are the only sounds accompanying him in the empty room, too deep in thought and simply mulling over what developed in the conversation that culminated in your relationship with Gekko.

Is unhealthy of him to think about your love life when he has nothing to do with it; but Yoru is nothing but a curious human, and as flawed as he might be, the need to know nags him unceasingly.

Yoru wonders if you ever told Gekko what transpired between you two that night. And if so, wouldn’t he understand that he was the one to take advantage of you? Yoru initiated the approach. He kissed you without asking for your permission—and while it is true that he acted upon impulses and you miraculously reciprocated, he is still to blame and be taken accountability for complicating things.

But if that wasn't the case, if you decided to keep the secret of your little moment of weakness and passion to yourself, has Gekko been planning this beforehand and simply decided to toy with your feelings for this long? Because that wouldn't make any sense.

Gekko has always acted like you were his everything; his light, his moon, his whole world. Gekko always made sure to let everyone know how much he was in love with you, much to Yoru's chagrin, and has been your personal cheerleader at everything since day one.

And now, he decides he's tired of it and breaks up with you without any explanation?

How fucking dare him.

The man is stupid for letting go who could possibly be the strongest and kindest person he's known; just what the fuck was he thinking to break your heart like this? Wasn’t he boasting about your amazing relationship a couple of weeks ago? What changed? Why was he backing off like a coward?

The shock about the separation turns into confusion, which soon boils into pure anger sizzling from the inside of his heart.

Anger is a very known feeling to him, an acquaintance to his impulses when he was younger. When he used to fall under his emotions with no regards to whoever received them, it got him into trouble more often than not, sometimes to the point he would wake up in a hospital bed after a bad beating against Tokyo’s gangs or whoever dared to mess with him.

Was it worth falling under those impulses again, when he has come far and grown from those times?

It is not his place, in truth, to be this angry. You are nothing to him, a friend at most after all. Should he be reeling in anger just because someone hurted you?

No, but he does it anyway.

Inside the rift, everything has its place. Time, space and matter all have their purpose set straight unlike him, who doesn’t really belong in this dimension and he bends them to his liking. When he goes through it, his body feels like it sinks underwater, although his movements are not deterred despite the feeling, it gets overwhelming if Yoru stays for too long.

Omen has once mentioned how it feels to leave a part of himself everytime he goes through the rift, does it hurt? Can he feel himself tearing apart? He doesn’t, he doesn’t feel any sort of pain, and Yoru wonders if that should concern him or shall not be too worried.

But no matter, that is of no importance right now.

It doesn’t take long for him to find Gekko while running through the base, the tip of his fingers tingling with the want to release some steam and chest heaving with anger seeping off of him.

Gekko is lounging at the range with Reyna by his side. His whole posture is slouched, head between his hands and avoiding Reyna’s gentle but confused expression.

Both are lucky he doesn’t carry a weapon or else a crime would have taken place at the base. He's bluffing, of course, because he wouldn't dare to harm others severely.

Yoru wishes he could, though.

For the time being, he will remain inside the rift and watch in silence. If he's going to punch Gekko until he becomes a pulp, he rather do it alone without witnesses. That and he doesn’t want to deal with Reyna’s wrath if she were to be present when he beats the shit out of this scum.

They seem to be talking about something, but it doesn't seem to be escalated enough to label it as an argument but it wasn’t a normal conversation either.

When he decides to take a closer look, he finds Gekko with a devastated expression on his face and eyes misty with a thin layer of tears. Is shocking, to say the least, being the witness to such an abnormal expression on the usual happy man.

Reyna is frowning, a tight line set on her lips and hand hovering over his shoulder, hesitant whether to touch him or not.

Through the rift, the sounds come garbled and sometimes impossible to discern with the huge gap between the time passing by and him floating in nothingness. Yoru approaches further, cautious, for maybe Reyna might be able to distinguish his soul in between the subtle breaking in the rift.

“Why did you have to break it off, though?” She mutters, a confused expression painting her features. “Las cosas iban bien entre ustedes, ¿no es así?”

Gekko shrugs, not wanting to voice his thoughts.

“She likes you, Teo,” Yoru doesn’t know what’s going on. “She likes you a lot, mijo.”

Gekko’s eyes look downcast, a sad smile tugging his lips.

“She might like me.” he whispers brokenly. “But she doesn’t love me.”

Yoru might be a killing machine on the field and a cold-hearted person towards others if he so desires; he’s been told so many times before. But at this moment, he understands that his anger should be quelled and tone it down a little bit, for he is not the only one who is hurt and he might have misinterpreted the whole situation.

What could be worse, than finding out the person you love doesn't share the same sentiment to the same degree as you do?

He's gone through the path once, way before meeting you, but never considered himself hurt because he was experimenting with said emotion. Because love is weird, a state in oneself where you are the weakest and he hated feeling like that.

It was thanks to you he decided to transform this weakness into a strength, despite knowing it could bite his ass one day. Yoru gave in to his desires with you, and he admits you acknowledging his intentions and reciprocating them gave him the sort of euphoria he doesn’t find often in fights.

Gekko is as upset as you might be, more hurt than one might think.

What should he do now?

Staring off into the distance, Yoru thinks emotions are bullshit and way too difficult to deal with.

Gekko and yourself have been a clear example to how far he can go because of some petty feeling like jealousy or lust, and how pathetic it made him act without thinking of the consequences—not like he's cared about that before.

But because of this, Jett has been his shoulder to cry on, and Phoenix his ear to lend when he feels like he cannot handle the mixed emotions into a devastating concoction of overwhelmingness.

Both have been the key to fix himself up and rebuild after learning of your relationship, despite reassuring with anger that he was fine when it was not true.

His friends are good and he doesn't deserve them, in truth, with how shitty he has been in the past. But for so long he has been denying himself the pleasure to get things that are meant to be his, and this is one of them.

Yoru will learn to heal and move on, sooner or later, and he hopes he can face you without feeling troubled or confused as to what he wants in life.

Things never get easier from afar.

“Launch site, be there in ten.” Brimstone calls out to him one day.

To say he scared the shit out of him would be an understatement, choking on his beverage before glaring at the commander with the dirtiest look he could muster.

He did not hear him coming, even when his loud stomping could be heard from down the hallway, but that is mostly his fault because of his lack of attention and disoriented mind. It should be obvious with the dark bags under his eyes and tired expression that he hasn't been getting enough sleep and was most likely out of it because Brimstone regards him with solemnity.

“It’s Ice box, Yoru.” he mentions. The name of the place alone makes him perk up in attention. “Anomalies have taken place recently, coming from the lab holding onto the samurai's armor.”

What?

“We’ve tracked down a wave of radianite that was ignited on icebox, but we weren’t sure from where exactly.” Brimstone takes out his device, approaching him on the kitchen table and laying it out for him to see. “Cypher was able to narrow it down to A site only, and by the looks of it, we aren’t the only ones who are after it.”

“The omega?” he asks, uncertain.

“They are approaching rapidly. We need to leave soon.”

That wakes him up, “I’ll be there in ten.”

Brimstone nods and takes his leave.

There is not much time before parting nor question who else was coming to Ice box with them. Not like it matters, but he rather have teammates that will work well alongside him for something as important as this.

Taking his jacket from his room and his butterfly knife, he wonders if the sudden anomaly on Ice box had anything to do with his restless nights for the past weeks.

An incognita were the nightmares that Yoru has had lately. It was never anything clear for him to guess or simply have a vague idea as to what it wanted, but with what Brimstone has told him, a lot of things cleared up.

Not the whole picture, but it was something to start from.

At the launch site, he encounters Sage and Reyna talking in hushed voices. Both of them regard him with a silent nod and go back to the conversation, but Reyna's eyes never leave his form while he keeps on walking—and if looks could kill, he would be underground in an instant. Yoru does his best to ignore it until he can no longer feel her threatening aura sticking to the back of his neck, and once to a safe distance, he sighs in relief.

Brimstone is at the entrance of the jet carrying an operator, securely strapped to his back, and a few other weapons on the carriage. He seems to be talking to someone inside the vehicle already, handing out the guns and the operator, but can't figure out who.

“Step in, Yoru, we are getting ready.” The commander calls. “I'll coordinate with Sage and Reyna, and we take off.”

Nodding, he enters, but his whole serious façade is gone the moment his eyes land on yours.

Perhaps it had to do with time, or the light working in your favor, but the moment you lock eyes, you literally take his breath away with surprise painting his features. It almost seems like you were expecting him with the way you perk up in excitement as soon as you see him.

Smiling softly, you pat the seat next to yours, beckoning him to approach you.

“I didn't know you were coming.” He comments, clearing up his throat. “Should've said something.”

“It was a last minute call.” Shrugging, he notices the strap of the operator in arm, but says nothing. “Brimstone was unsure whether to call you in or leave you out of this. But with how things were going, I decided it was for the best if you came and asked him to look for you.”

“Hah, missed me that much?”

Yoru really never learns, huh.

Is natural for him to want to tease you, so used to it that now, even after so long without speaking nor crossing words, he has the urge to interact with you this way.

“I did, Yoru.” You answer with honesty. The look in your eyes has him paralyzed, feeling his face flush with the short distance between you two. It reminisces the moment where you first kissed in the kitchen, and that only fuels his embarrassment because it could be so easy to lean in and kiss you again. “I-um, I missed you a lot.”

Brimstone stomps in the jet, raising a brow when he sees Yoru jump on his seat, startling him once again, and fixes his composure before the two of you look at him. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, we’re just catching up.” Your hand covers his own hand laying on his lap, squeezing it with gentleness until your fingers intertwine. “Been a while.”

Brimstone nods, going to the cockpit without any further questions. Sage and Reyna follow up next, both of them regarding you two with a respective nod and taking a seat in front of you.

Cowardice isn't a term known by Yoru, scratching it up and dunking it on the trash since he is by no means a coward. But with how heavy Reyna's stare is, burning holes into your gentle but loving clasping hands, he is starting to get why some people are afraid.

You distract him enough, though, speaking in a soft tone about what has been going on lately and the missions you haven't shared since Lotus—there is no mention of the situation you had when you first kissed, but he is soon to push it to the back of his mind to save you the trouble.

Surprisingly, he is able to maintain eye contact for longer than he expects without embarrassment clouding his senses, following up your peppy conversation with a few grunts and short replies.

Throughout the whole flight, your hand never leaves his.

x x x x

Ice box is just as he remembers.

Empty, freezing, but with a whole new wave of unknown power radiating from the old labs.

Yoru gets why Brimstone was so unsure to bring him along.

The pulsating beckoning of energy was nauseating and tiring; a migraine approaching fastly and making him lose his footing as soon as he steps off the jet.

Sage is there in an instant, clear worry across her features and helping him to stabilize himself.

“Are you okay?” She asks. Her hands are glowing a soft blue, her healing abilities ready for him if need be.

Yoru is close to dismissing her help, annoyed to be treated so delicately, but before he could muster a word, a spike of pain strikes his head, groaning in discomfort and his side hits the entrance of the landing.

Leaving the operator on the floor, you run to where Yoru has fallen to the floor, and grasp him tightly by the shoulders to help him sit comfortably.

Holding his head between his hands, he grunts, eyes tightly shut and breathing heavily through his nose. His head is pounding horribly, sounds he doesn't know where they were coming from was deafening him heavily that all your voices were melting together in the background.

He sees the moment the sounds stop completely, mouths moving and actions on going but nothing else. Instead, a gruffing and heavy voice is what resonates inside his brain, like an echo, and a womanly voice accompanies it when they call to him.

‘Come’, they whisper, ‘Come to us.’

Your hand goes straight to his back, caressing him with soothing motions and whispers of gentle words. Respectfully, nothing you are doing helps with his pain nor confusion drowning him. It is kind of annoying, too, but Yoru likes you too much to say something of the sort and lets you do whatever you want.

‘Find him.’

And then it ceases completely. The sounds from his environment come back with a sudden burst he feels his ears sensible with the many voices trying to talk one above the other. Is overwhelming.

“We cannot continue with Yoru in this state.” Brimstone walks up to where Yoru is sitting, patting his back with a strong push. The japanese man holds back an insult at his action. “You’re staying. There is no time to go back and bring someone else to replace you, so stay here.”

“I can still fight-”

“No. And that’s an order.” He nods to Reyna and Sage to go on ahead. “Survey A site, I’ll take mid and we will strike as soon as I give the order.”

Sage glances at him from the corner of her eyes, worried, but complies with Brimstone's request. Reyna follows after her without regarding him at all but with a scoff, vandal at hand and the most graceful walking she could muster.

If Yoru wasn’t in so much pain, he would have laughed to mock her. He can have all the respect for Reyna and her tactical abilities, but to be this childish over whatever she was feeling was ridiculous in his eyes.

Brimstone calls you out, startling you, “Survey B site but don’t push. You’re gonna be alone so we can’t gamble losing a team member this easily, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

Brimstone gives a brief glance at him before leaving you two alone.

Grunting, his fist hits the side of the floor, frustrated. The only time where he needs to be in the best shape is ruined by god knows what, that he doesn’t know who to blame it on.

“Yoru, is it okay if I speak this softly? Does it hurt you?” Your hand hovers over his fist, thumb running up and down his spiked knuckles.

He breathes out harshly, nodding.

“The enemy team has brought Yoru, too, and the chances of him suffering what you're going through are high.” Hand under his chin, he lets you raise his head gently to lock gazes. The pain subsides for a little bit, enough to have clarity and melt under the beautiful color of your eyes looking at him with so much emotion. “Don't worry about not coming, their Yoru might have to back off from this just like you, so there is no need to worry.”

Kissing the top of his head, you stand up and take your gun back. Reloading the ammo, you strap on the operator and send him a small smile before walking away.

“We'll figure out what happens after we're done, for now take a rest.”

The normality of your actions only furthers his want to go after you, seeing you walk away with a steady step. Nevermind the pain clouding his senses, he cannot help but worry for whatever might happen if you were to stay alone.

And it doesn’t have to do with him doubting your skills, but the inability to do something to help because of some dumb bullshit about the radianite and the armor still under vigilance in the labs.

The voices from before might have something to do with the anomalies, but he isn’t sure whether to trust his guts or just wait for some miracle to happen to figure it out. The headache won’t be going away anytime soon nor the pain racking his whole body, and he isn’t going to stay at the landside where there won’t be any action unfolding.

Standing up slowly, Yoru grunts in discomfort, losing his footing the first try but finding support on the wall the second time.

He taps on the private line immediately, breathing a sigh of relief when you answer quickly to his call.

“Yoru, what’s wrong?” Your voice comes in rushed, a subtle undertone of worry honeying your words. “Are you okay? Do you need me to come back?”

“I-I’m okay. I need-”

Everything turns black for a second. The single second where all matters and nothing does at the same time.

The numbness on his limbs, the rush of memories, the excruciating pain destroying him from the inside; this all feels familiar and nostalgic, reviving the moment where his life changed and there was no turning back from the powers gifted to him.

‘Look for us', they plead. ‘Find him.'

The moment he blinks the sky greets him with a bright shine, blinding him for a moment and taking his time adjusting to it. Your face comes into view after a few seconds, a frown between your eyebrows and mouth set in a tight line.

The light from above gives you a crown of light, glowing softly against your skin Yoru might have commented on it if it weren’t for his lucidity and catching his tongue on time.

When he breathes, he doesn’t feel any sort of pain.

It almost feels like it never was there to begin with, which is surprising given the circumstances.

“Yoru?” Your voice quivers with anxiousness.

“Hm.” he sighs, running a hand through his hair in a weak attempt to appear cool. “M'fine, just…dizzy.”

“Here, sit.”

You manage to make Yoru sit without any trouble, looking for any signs of injury or distress from his pain early on, but find nothing to worry about. He seems fine, better than before, for sure.

The japanese man pushes you to the side gently, creating enough space for him to stand up and pat down his clothes to clear it from debris or snow sticking to the fabric. You are still watching him like a hawk in case he starts losing his footing, but Yoru scoffs, offended, and walks past where you're kneeling.

“Aren't you coming? We've got a mission to fulfill.”

Flabbergasted, you blink up at him, mouth opening and closing without any words making it out.

“Yoru,” you start gently, standing up. “Brimstone was very clear with his instructions. You have to stay here if you are unable to perform.”

“I look fine, don’t I? Let’s go.”

“Wh- Yoru, you couldn’t even stand minutes ago and now you’re acting all tough?” You point at the jet, “Go back. This whole act isn’t cool.”

The wind blows by strongly, ruffling his well kept hair, but no words of daring come from his mouth. Instead, he leans into the side, cocking his head and smirking at your attempt to be bossy.

“Who’s going to make me stay, you?” Giving a dry laugh, he crosses his arms. “Go on, try it, little minx.”

“Don’t make me start, Yoru, or else-”

“Or else what?”

You breathe in heavily, counting to ten inside your head to not snap at him nor disrespect him.

“You have to follow what Brimstone has told you.” You retort, muttering through clenched teeths. “You stay here because I say so, too.”

“Oh yeah? And when has that stopped me?”

Spluttering, your anger rises with the tone in your voice, “I have no fucking idea, so stop acting like a fucking brat and stay!”

Not wanting to give him a chance to reply, you turn around and stomp your way to B site just like Brimstone delegated. You hear Yoru walk right behind you, oblivious to your demand, and you cannot help the little vein protruding on your forehead with the anger consuming you.

“Fucking bitch.” You mutter under your breath. Walking backwards, you shout at him. “Is it that hard to listen to instructions?! What is your deal?”

“I can’t leave you alone.” is his reply, which infuriates you more. “I’m good. I will go with you.”

“Do you really not trust my own abilities? Weren’t you the one who said that you all should be more trusting of my skills when we went to Lotus?” Scoffing, you turn your back to him, climbing up the stairs to the kitchen. “Unbelievable, you are truly unbelievable and a hypocrite.”

“It has nothing to do with your ability or not. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“Hah! Sure, as if that were all.”

“Would you even stop for a second if I were to say anything else?” Rolling his eyes, he continues. “You cannot even trust me when I tell you I’m fine and now you want me to follow your rules?”

Not even looking at him, you reply, “Yeah! That would be nice!”

“Stop for a second damnit! Listen to me!”

You don’t. You cross the threshold of the kitchen and he runs up to you like a little kid about to throw a tantrum. Taking your hand into his, he tries to make you stop and look at him, but you snatch it away immediately.

“I love you.” he blurts out.

That is enough to stop you dead in your tracks, not giving him a glance nor reply to his words. Yoru feels his face burn with embarrassment but is determined to let his feelings be known after so long. Whether you reciprocate or not, is all up to you. Whether this is the correct place to be outing his feelings, he is not sure.

The contrast of the cold brushing his warm cheeks in gentle breezes sends a shiver down his spine, blaming the weather for the wavering puffs of air coming out of his mouth and not because of the sudden nervousness eating him from the inside.

After a long minute, that almost feels like many years in his opinion, you resume your walking with him tailing behind you. Yoru wonders if you’ve heard him correctly or perhaps you misunderstood his words.

“I said I love y-”

“I know.” you interrupt, gaze set straight in front of you. “Gekko told me so but I didn’t believe him. It wasn’t until we kissed that night that I realized I was pretty dumb for not noticing your feelings.”

Yoru would think this was some sort of rejection, not really understanding if you were reprimanding him for kissing you or telling you he loves you when you already know. But looking closely, he sees the tip of your ears redden with each step, refusing to meet him in the eye.

“You should go back to the jet. Brimstone is going to be mad at us.”

“I don't care.”

“Well, you should! I ain't taking responsibility if something happens to you.”

“I don't need protection nor for you to take responsibility. I'm here right now because you need to know that I love you and I won’t be leaving you alone.”

“Okay! I get it!”

Smirking slightly, he jogs to your side and bumps shoulders with you. You shot him a dirty look, pouting when he finally sees the red on your cheeks is not because of the cold but from his words.

“What about you?” he dares ask.

“What about me?” you echo, annoyed.

Yeah, what about you? Was he expecting to hear the same words of professing love from you? He just wanted to get rid of these thoughts cluttering his brain and distracting him, to be free, in some sort of way. Yoru hopes he didn’t make you uncomfortable with his sudden confession.

Humming, you give him a side glance and a grin, “You sure are very confident for someone who doesn't know what the other feels.” Bumping his shoulder back, you walk ahead of him. “I love you too.”

Oh.

You love him.

Having you say those words sparks some sort of hope he buried deep within his heart, digging them back to surface. His face is lit in flames within seconds, and he tries to hide it behind a raised hand and looks the other way to avoid you seeing it.

Is clear he does a poor job trying to conceal his embarrassment and excitement because as soon as you get a glimpse of his face, you laugh brightly, poning his side to mock him. That only worsens his state, face hot and red as a pepper.

Once you two are deep in the kitchen, you take a bold decision.

Pushing Yoru against the halls, your hand tangles behind his head, pulling on his roots and clashing your mouths together on a bruising kiss. Is obvious he wasn’t expecting this kind of action from you because he groans loudly, leaning into the hand pulling at his hair harshly and melting under your liplock with a sigh.

He doesn’t take long to hold onto your waist and turn the tables, caging you against the wall this time and giving you the same treatment of roughness by holding you behind your neck and his left hand grabbing you by the waist, slotting your hips together.

Is a little uncomfortable being in this position because the operator is still strapped to your back, but Yoru makes it work with bending you to his body and making you forget about the gun when he takes your chin between his fingers and makes some distance.

Whining, you close the gap once again, not giving him time to take a breath and sticking your tongue inside his mouth to maintain contact.

He consumes your fire from within like a starved man, sucking on your lower lip and biting it as gently as his hands paws over your whole form, basking in the feeling of your mouths clasped together and the tight hold you have on his hair every time his hands travel to to your backside.

You pull on his hair harshly when his left hand grabs a fistful of your ass and he groans, trying to make distance to breathe in some air, but you gasp loudly when his lips attach to your neck immediately, nibbling on the skin and sucking desperately to mark your skin.

“We need to survey B site, Yoru, let go.” You moan at one particular bite, sighing when his hands try to go under your clothes. You smack his hands away, flustered and a little bit angry. “God dammit, Ryo, not now.”

“Says the one who started this, little minx.” he teases, licking up a strip of saliva from your collarbone to your neck.

Huffing, you push him off of you, resuming your walking with the little dignity you still hold and cleaning the spit in the corner of your mouth. Yoru prides himself in seeing you this disheveled over him, imagining what else could he do if you let him be.

Gotta calm down, now. He doesn’t want to deal with the bad guys with a hard-on now, does he?

“So?” he asks. You blink up at him. “What’s going to happen now?”

“Feelings are difficult, I guess.” Shrugging, you strap off your operator. “I understand why the fraternization rule was made, it only gets in the way of our job. That’s why Gekko and I never worked.”

“Does it, now?”

Brimstone is saying something through the comms, but neither of you pay him any mind. Yoru nudges your side with his arm, and you cannot escape the small smile tugging at your lips.

“We can talk about ourselves later.” is all you say before setting off. “We have all the time in the world, Ryo.”

Smiling, he straps off his Sheriff.

He likes the way you say his name.

“Whatever, you idiot.”

x x x x

Yoru doesn't want to admit that he was weak throughout the fight.

Not because of his abilities nor aim—he would fight whoever thinks he whiffs his shots— but because he let the enemies run away in one piece when he had the chance of eliminating them for good.

The excuse of running out of bullets was believable, having only a sheriff and a few reloads while defending the site, and you backing up his report helped a lot. Besides, Brimstone was more focused on his disobedience in a clear order than letting go of the omega agents, so he supposes that was enough of a distraction.

The intel was right, omega Yoru was here, alongside your omega version. It seems like they were set off to lurk while the rest of the team attacked A site and they were to wrap around your base to corner you all.

It backfired immediately.

Your aim was impeccable, as always. He didn't know you were proficient with the operator but it was no joke when you had the gun in hand and targets to shoot.

But, in truth, he is tempted to think you let them go, too, because they were injured enough but not dead by the bullets that were fired.

Your omega version stood in front of omega Yoru, protecting him from the bullets that weren’t coming through anymore. Both of them were bleeding and with wounds that could probably kill them if it were not to be treated correctly and on time.

“Please,” your omega version begs. They have a shorty, only, discarding it to the side to mean no harm. “Take me if you want, but don't touch him.”

Yoru's eyes travels from you to omega Yoru, who is panting harshly behind the other you. The omega snarls, furious, to be witnessed by his mirror to this weak state.

He knows himself, knows the other must feel pathetic and frustrated for not doing more and failing so miserably on this mission. The pride is high and wild, so who better than himself to understand the situation at hand.

Yoru loads his last bullet to the sheriff, and you shrivel up in panic. Your stance hasn't changed, your tattered body still shielding omega Yoru despite the pain and that is something he respects.

“Should I shoot?” your voice comes from the comms. He knows you're still aiming and watching in silence whatever is unfolding on site, but you don't interfere further than to ask that question.

“I have it under control.” Is all he answers.

A bullet is shot, and your omega version gasps in unison with omega Yoru when they see the bullet go a few centimeters off the side, not even gracing them.

“What-?”

“Leave.” Yoru straps on his sherriff, taking out his butterfly knife instead to play with it while he waits in silence. When neither of you react, he raises a brow. “Want me to carry you to your own base or what? Leave now before Brimstone comes, he won't be merciful.”

That was their cue to start moving.

You try to carry omega Yoru as best as you could, having his arm around your shoulders and your hand holding onto his jeans for leverage. Giving him a brief glance, you thank him quietly before starting to walk away with urgency.

“Wait.” Omega Yoru tries to turn around, glaring at his alpha version. “It's because of her, isn't it? Is it the same for you?”

You nudge him, eyes pleading for him to keep walking,“Yoru, stop.”

“No. I want to know why.” His mirror grunts in pain, almost colliding against the wall if it weren't for your hold. “I know me. And I know I would have shot if it weren't because of her. So I need to know if it's the same for you.”

Yoru decides to not answer, since everything is already laid out for them. He knows you are listening through the comms, so whatever his answer is, you should've known by now.

“So it is.” he mutters, giving a dry laugh. “This is going to be the death of us one day.”

“Love, let’s go.” Your mirror mutters. He nods, and they take off.

“Ice box is fucking cursed, Yoru.” The other says. “The voices are torturing, trying to be helpful, but this place is cursed for us.”

You never said anything, watching the duo walk away as best as they could with the sun setting in the background.

The trail of blood they leave behind is the only clue that a battle has unfolded and they were once again victorious, although it felt nothing like a victory to him.

The words from omega Yoru would stay with him, storing the information for future investigation, and haunting him until his next confrontation takes place.

“I think you did good.” Eating a slice of the apple, you glance briefly at him, interrupting his thoughts. “Letting them go, I mean. I think it was good.”

He scoffs, “I was weak. A mistake I won’t be making again if we encounter them in the future.”

Shaking your head, you lean your head to the side, “You had mercy on them. I think this is a step that was necessary to take to change the dynamic we’re living in.”

Blinking down at you, he raises a brow, “What do you mean by that?”

Your fingers tap the table in a rhythmic motion, mulling over his question for a moment before replying, “I don’t think it is necessary to be killing them, despite having done so already many times before.” Shrugging, you take another slice. “Call me naive or just a hopeless romantic, but what they had is something I respect a lot. They are humans, too, not just some kind of experimentation we can look over. They…they might have an explanation for the radianite and their need.”

Yoru rolls his eyes with skepticism, crossing his arms with disappointment in his eyes.

“This is my way of thinking.” You defend. “You can have yours, but we both know that nothing might change unless we are the one’s meddling in the battlefield.”

“You’re willing to risk it all to prove that an amicable relationship can be doable?”

Humming, you nod, “I do.”

“You’re dumb, then.”

“Maybe, but only time will tell if I’m right.”

“Suit yourself.”

Both of you fall in silence, eating from the plate the few slices of apple that are left. Only the buzzing from the refrigerator makes a background noise to cover up the long and suffocating topic that none of you want to touch now.

Yoru is nervous, you are nervous, but you are too cowardly to take the first step.

Mission aside, what happened at ice box when you kissed again was supposed to be the bridge to start a conversation about what would entail knowing each other’s feelings. One would believe that something might have happened by now, but here you are.

In silence.

“I think I’ll take my leave.” He coughs awkwardly, standing from the chair. “Goodnight.”

It was almost like a mirror situation many weeks ago. Where he leaves and you are left confused, wanting, and you cannot bear the thought of dealing this by yourself again.

When he bids you goodbye, you unconsciously reach for his hand, immediately stopping him from going further and he looks back at you.

When none of you say anything, you brave yourself through your nervousness to break the distance and take his face with your free hand, caressing his cheek with tenderness.

Yoru lets you do whatever you want, anxiousness seeping out of him when you tiptoe to reach him and, in an act to fulfill your impulses, you kiss the corner of his mouth with a gentle touch.

The japanese man stifles at the contact, gasping when your lips travel from a mere graze, to groaning when your mouth captures him in a passionate kiss, lips melting together sweetly like honeycomb.

You hold him like you desire to be devoured completely; reaching, grabbing and tugging everywhere until his body engulfs yours against the counter of the kitchen and you hold onto his shoulders for leverage. His hands rise goosebumps under your clothes, big palms caressing the skin on your back, racking down his nails until he feels your shudder.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if this was wrong of you to do. If Gekko would mind you chasing after what you really want despite having failed him miserably while together.

Gekko is none the wiser, your brain supplies, and you hope it stays that way.

You tug playfully at his lower lip with your teeth before diving to get more of him, mouths slotting together on a more profound kiss and tongues fighting to claim dominance. It is then that any rational thought goes out of the window.

His hand finds purchase on your hips, yours tugs at his hair, earning a groan from him which you immediately swallow with greed. Yoru has half the mind to think about what he's doing when his hand brushes your thighs and pulls you up until you're seated on the counter.

“What are you doing?” You ask, breathless.

Yoru's mouth kisses every inch of skin to his availability, sucking on your neck with want until you have your head thrown back, enticing him to mark every part of you.

“We should stop.” He begs, but his actions betray his words when he rolls his hips against your core, cock twitching inside his pants. You whisper his name, returning the favor and caging him between your legs.

You can feel his erection even through all the clothing between your bodies, lust clouding your mind with nothing but the good sensations despite feeling guilt gnaw at the pit of your stomach.

That does not deter you from purchasing the euphoria coursing through your body when you rock your hips again, his clothed cock rubbing deliciously against you till the point your words get slurred.

This is not the right place for this kind of situation to be unfolding. You both are too exposed for anyone to walk into, and the least he wants is to show the other agents the boner he is sporting right now. Besides, he is sure to go feral with anger if anyone dares to see you this disheveled and flustered.

This sight is for him alone.

Claiming his mouth, your hand let go of his hair to reach for his belt, unbuckling it quickly. Yoru freezes when your hand goes into his trousers to grab at his dick shamelessly, thumb running over the head of his cock. Gasping, he hides his blushing face in the crook of your neck, hips thrusting in tandem to your slow pumps to rile him up.

“You feel so hot.” you whisper in his ear. He bites your neck and sucks on the skin to have his mouth occupied. “You are so hard, love.”

He gasps when you twist your wrist and your thumb runs over the head of his cock again, spreading the pre-cum and messily using it as a lube to pump your hand faster on his shaft. You feel him twitch in your hand when you accelerate the pace and tremble when his warm breath hits your cheek in gasps.

“Faster…” he mutters, groaning. The timbre of his voice lowers a few octaves, and it's of immediate urgency to keep listening to more. “Shit, go faster.”

You indulge in his request, hand moving to a faster pace, and feeling the veins protruding on his cock between your fingers. Your mouth glues to his neck, nibbling it softly and biting down, hard, until a mark is visible against his pale skin.

The schlik-schlik sounds in the background are filthy to the ears, Yoru feels his face flush up with embarrassment to have been reduced to a puddle of lust and trembling legs from the overwhelming sensations.

Pushing him away, Yoru groans in frustration because he was close to being ripped to the seams with the upcoming orgasm. The momentum is gone, and he is not sure whether to be angry at you or beg you to please keep going.

But by the time he decides what to do, you’re already on your knees, pulling down his pants until his member is freed from its confines and your mouth sucks on his cock with an invigorated enthusiasm that has him grasping the counter for leverage.

His right hand goes to the roots of your hair, pulling and pushing your head in tandem with the thrusting of his hips. Yoru abuses your mouth to his liking, chasing after the little fire burning him on his lower abdomen and to let loose.

Groaning, his eyes roll to the back of his head when your tongue comes into play, licking the underside of his dick with each stroke of your mouth. Yoru leaves your head to hold his weight with both of his hands onto the counter, knees weak and breath taken away.

You use your hand to keep the stimulation going, giving you time to catch some air and glare at him from down there. Despite having his face flushed, sweat rolling down his temple and trembling under your touch, he dares smirk at you, as if he has gotten away with something he’s been wanting to do for a long time.

“You fucking brat.” you whisper, mouth latching onto the side of his cock and your free hand toying with his balls.

Yoru whimpers, he fucking whimpers, the moment your mouth sucks on the head of his dick and your hands wrap around the rest of his member with fast strokes, bobbing your head up and down, and timing it with his weak thrusts, you hum, vibrations running up his cock deliciously.

You try to close your legs while kneeling, trying to get some friction to alleviate the pressure on your lower belly and the need to touch yourself; but you are prioritizing Yoru’s pleasure above else right now, enjoying his salty taste in your mouth and gulping down the pre-cum gathering with your spit.

“Fuck!” he curses. His hips stutter wildly, head thrown back and eyes closed when the sudden rush of euphoria courses through his body.

Yoru cums inside your mouth moaning your name and gasping for air.

He holds your head with a tight grip, spurting his seed inside your mouth in big spurts until you have no other option but to swallow it, choking on his cock when the tip hits the back of your throat.

Yoru rides his orgasm as if his life depended on it, breathless and hitting a high point where his noises couldn’t be contained.

Backing off, Yoru slides down next to you, breathing heavily and slumping against your form in defeat and burrowing his head on your neck, nuzzling it affectionately. Is funny how he seeks physical contact like a little cat, voiceless and going for it.

You’re coughing up harshly, part of his cum still drooling to the side of your lips.

“You owe me one.” You say, knocking your heads together.

He only hums, satisfaction oozing out of him, and cleans the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“You can cash in right now, baby girl.”

Trembling, you look to the side, bashful, “Don’t get all flirty with me now.” Giving him a brief glance, you blush when you see his dick still out of his pants and butt naked against the floor. “You fucking idiot, put on your pants!”

Yoru laughs softly, nuzzling your neck and kissing the pulse with gentleness. You can’t help but sigh at his change in demeanor.

“I’ll do so if you promise to come to my room with me.” his lips caress the shell of your ear, kissing it. You give a surprised giggle at that. “Hm, what do you say?”

x x x x

The moment your back hits the bed, Yoru is taking your pants away, pulling them with carefulness but urgency in his actions until you are bare from the waist down. He messily takes your shoes, too, and you save half the work by unbuttoning your shirt and unclasping your brassier so you can be bare for him.

Yoru is grunting, snarling almost like an animal, when he pounces on you and his lip attaches to your neck with ferociousness, biting and sucking harshly on the skin till it reddens. He makes room between your legs, your glistering folds rubbing against his jeans while he cages you against the bed and devours you with hunger.

Your hand tugs at his hair, finding out that he seems to like the rough treatment as much as you do, and your legs closes around his waist, grinding against him in search of some friction to alleviate yourself.

His right hand palms over your breast, fingertips running over your nipples while his mouth makes way to your other breast, sucking in with the same fervor he did with your marked neck. Biting softly on your nipple, his tongue flattens against your skin, licking it up and sucking until you curve your back, shrieking from the sudden action.

“Again-!” You plead, hips stuttering, and hands holding onto the sheets by your head. “Again, Ryo, please.”

He does as you say. Mouth sucking on your breast while his hand toys with your nipple. The left hand that was holding onto your waist goes straight to your core, fingers pressing against the outer lips but not entering, teasing you with gentle strokes, pads running softly over your clit but is not enough.

You need more.

“Ryo, I swear to fucking god if you don’t put that mouth to work I’m going to kill you.” Grabbing him by his hair, you pull, hard, and the motherfucker has the nerve to give you a cheeky grin, licking his lips.

“You’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

Yoru moves out of the way until he is sitting on the floor right next to the bed, and with a strong pull, he takes your legs to rest above his shoulder and hands hold you by the waist tightly.

Before you could utter a word, nervous, he dives into your pussy, licking up a stripe with harshness that has you trembling under his touch. You moan his name shamelessly, gasping for air when he sucks on your little nub of nerves and his fingers prod on your entrance.

Coated in your juices, two of his fingers slide in easily, pumping them in and out slowly, and dragging his pads against your walls and timing it with his sucks. Being pressed between your legs and eating you out has to be one of the best things in the world, and he cannot begin to describe how aroused and hard you’re making him with your taste and moans coming from your mouth.

Your hands tangle in his hair, swapping between pulling at his roots or pushing his head to drown in your folds. Your hips are moving against his mouth erratically, riding in the feeling of his fingers and tongue on your pussy, wearing you down with each stroke of his appendage.

“Ryo, Ryo- Ah!” Head thrown back, you gasp when his fingers leave your hole to replace it with his mouth, tongue abusing your entrance rapidly and fingers going to your clitoris to rub them in tandem.

Stars were starting to cloud your vision, feeling the tight knot on your belly so close to snapping you can feel the orgasm tethering on the brim. Your hands travel to your chest, touching yourself with eagerness while being watched by your lover. You can almost feel his smile against your pussy, enjoying the show, which only riles you up.

But before you could combust and cum all over his face, Ryo makes distance, pushing you away but not before giving a last lick to your outer lips, legs trembling on each side of his face, that he smirks up at you.

“We haven’t finished yet, little minx.”

Furious for being denied of your climax, you punch him in the chest, “Fucking shit, Ryo! I was so fucking close-”

“Shhh,” he silences you, kissing your mouth with your taste on his tongue. He looks disheveled, raw, it makes you drip with want. His hands hovers over your perky nipples, flicking them with a devious smile playing on his lips. “It only gets better now.”

He strips down easily, throwing his jacket to the side of the bed while taking his shoes off. Pulling down his pants, you see his cock fully erect and bouncing slightly against his abs, flushed red with the tip smeared with his pre-cum.

He pumps his cock a few times, pushing you against the mattress and devouring the sight as if you were a meal.

His chest is pressed against yours, leaning down to gently lay his lips to yours, and holding his weight with both of his arms on either side of your head. Yoru doesn't notice your tiny hand making its way to his cock, too concentrated on your lips and the hand pulling on his hair.

Guiding his dripping cock to your entrance, you open your legs to accommodate him easily and, with the help of your legs, you push him inside.

The head of his member breaches your entrance, a shiver runs down your spine when he bullies his way inside you slowly, walls clamping down on him and pulsating with lust running down your veins.

Yoru groans in unison with you when he's fully in, your legs holding him in place to make the feeling of being connected this deeply last longer.

Touching your face, Yoru rests his forehead against yours, breaths intermingling in soft pants. Cupping his face, your thumbs run down his cheekbones, looking deeply into his eyes before kissing his lips in a soft peck.

“I love you,” You whisper, eyes clouded with love and affection. Smiling, he kisses your cheek.

Yoru slowly distances himself, pulling his hips away until the tip of his member is the only thing still in contact with your vagina, before thrusting hard into you. The sound of skin against skin is deafening, dirty and exciting for both who are enjoying this act of love, jolting with waves of .

His hips continue to move in a slow but steady rhythm, causing your begs and moans to rush out of your mouth hurriedly. Yoru is nothing but giving, accelerating the pace to your liking and watching in amusement the change in expression on your face.

Shouting his name, Yoru can't take it anymore. The speed increases, pelvis against pelvis, sweat rolling down your chest and seeing your breasts bounce with each thrust into your cunt only makes him lose control.

Nevermind the soft and calm Yoru from before, the moment your moans got to him is when he finally lets loose his mouth.

“You like that, huh? You fucking slut.” Grunting, he raises your legs to rest on his shoulders and bends you over in half. You can’t help but whine in embarrassment because of this position and the words uttered by him. “I bet Gekko didn't fuck you like this, right? I bet he doesn't even know how to please a woman.”

Your walls clench painfully around his cock at his words. Yoru's eyes roll to the back of his head when your entrance gets tighter, sucking him in. With one of his hands, he starts masturbating you with fast flicks of his wrist, timing it with his thrusts rapidly.

“Does he even know how good you taste? Or how filthy you are, sucking cock like a desperate whore?” Licking up your neck, he whispers in your ear, “Imagine if he were to see you like this, being fucked by me and cumming around my cock.”

“Ryo, I'm so close, please, so close!” You gasp, feeling your climax approach rapidly with how good Ryo is drilling into you.

“I'm going to fill that pussy of yours with my cum so everyone will know you belong to me.” he warns, a wicked smile tugging on his lips. “I'm going to mark every inch of your body as mine, understood? You’re going to be a good girl and take it all.”

Nodding, your hands hold onto his back, nails running down his back in an attempt to ground yourself, “Your good girl, yes-”

Yoru grunts heavily, loading his cum inside of you and fucking his seed deep inside with weak thrusts, riding his orgasm with closed eyes and mouthing your neck with lovebites. You follow soon after, the stimulation of his cock pushing in his cum and his fingers pressing against your clit is enough to send you over the edge and finally break, moaning his name and hips stuttering with the waves of the climax.

Slumping on top of you, he breathes heavily, trying to get in some air and enjoying the post-orgasmic experience with your hands brushing the hair out of his face gently.

You kiss the top of his head, smooching your way down until all you can reach is his forehead. He hums, raising his eyes and locking gazes silently.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Sticking your tongue out, you pinch on the bare skin of his shoulder, making him jolt in surprise and glare at you with a pout.

Yoru hovers over your body, resting his body weight on his arms and gives you a peck on the lips before standing up and going to the adjacent bathroom to bring a wet towel. Rolling to your stomach, you cross your arms under your head and watch him walk around freely and naked, admiring the view immensely.

His muscles ripple when he bends over to reach for the towel, watching his back with the mark of your nail alongside scars from past battles. You’ve never noticed, but Yoru with his hair down was a whole nother person to see, giving his sharp features a softer look with his hair framing his eyes and a boyish look that has you melting on the inside.

When he sees you ogling him shamelessly, he can’t help the flush on his cheeks and shyness for being this vulnerable in front of you. He throws the towel to your head to distract himself; that body of yours is enticing in every way possible, and he doesn’t want to look too eager to keep going.

“You’re a degenerate, clean yourself up.”

Laughing, you take the towel and lay down between his pillows to clean between your legs carefully. “Says the pervert who called me, what was it? A whore for your cock? A slut? Your words were colorful there, Ryo.”

Yoru grunts, sitting next to you on bed and stealing the towel from your hands. He makes you scoot closer and starts scooping out the cum oozing from your vagina with gentleness and avoiding it touching his sheets.

The pressure he applies is enough to spark a new wave of heat on your lower abdomen, biting your lower lip to refrain from sighing out loud when the fabric stimulates you.

His fingers clean the remaining of both of your cum with a gentle brush, fingers caressing around your clit softly and watching your flustered expression focus on what his hands are doing.

Wanting to tease you, he applies pressure on the little nub, making circular motions to heighten the tension and sees you throw your head back. You whine, hips raising to seek the touch desperately. Moving your hand on top of his, you guide his movements from up and down, making his thumb tease your hole and your hips roll against both of your hands.

“Someone wants more of this pervert.” He mutters.

“Ryo…”

Kissing your legs, he licks his lips, discarding the towel to the side and making his way to your core slowly.

“Here comes round two, love.”

#seneitut writes #yoru x reader #yoru smut #valorant smut #does this count as gekko x reader?

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jojikawa · 2 years

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Im sorry but this idea is running around my head everyday, can you do a fic where yoru gets so nasty and asks his s/o to ride him, but s/o is very shy. Oh and him teasing his s/o im sorry this might sound so cringe. Love ur work btw!!!

Thank you so much for requesting me! I’m pretty bad at writing headcanons so naturally, I write full length works. That’s usually why my content output is slow! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

YORU x FEM!READER

Tw// NSFW (literally sex) Fem-bodied reader (breasts and puss), riding, dirty talk (?)

There’s nothing more that Yoru loved than his girlfriend. It was like a breath of fresh air. He was practically dying of boredom in the protocol before you showed up. The ability to push you over the edge with teasing AND still be the only person you could seek refuge. Any normal person would recognize this as controlling…maybe a red flag here and there.

But it’s Yoru. We do not care!

After missions or long training days, Yoru would take you out on his motorcycle. He believed your gentle and reserved nature was a good break from everything. There were just some days where he just felt like up and leaving with you and never coming back. He can’t and this is the closest he could get.

He had a private garden that he would take you to. You loved coming with him here! It was always so warm, no one ever bothered the two of you and it was ideal for quality time. Sometimes there would be picnics but there was mostly fucking. Yoru’s angst translated to a lot of sexual frustration. This made you the perfect fleshlight for him to dump his cum into.

Being timid and shy made you so much more sexier when he had you on your back or on all fours with your ass in the air. He would be balls deep inside of you, thrusting those beautiful moans out of your throat.

His favorite thing was to cream pie you. He loved pulling out just to see it gush out like water from a hose. Though, on no particular day, he felt like being more frisky. He wanted to lewd you so much more and push you to the limit.

He would always bother you instead of relaxing during his breaks. He would whisper lewd comments that would make you blush and shudder. During breakfast, you tried to have a normal morning, choosing to eat with Jett, Phoenix, and Neon. That was when Yoru came to sit next to you. You hadn’t even gotten to kiss him good morning before he felt you up under the table. He leaned in close to your ear before whispering a cold “I’m gonna fuck you later.”

He loved to rub your thighs and ghost his fingers over your clothed pussy. The way your face heated up as you struggled to not let your teammates know what was going on made him feel so alpha. He wanted nothing more than to bury his dick inside you just to make everyone jealous.

The surprise came later after the day ended. He insisted you two spent the night together. You figured he was being needy and just wanted to relieve himself. He always made you feel really good so you never minded having sex often. You wanted it just as much as him but…

“I want you to ride me.”

Your eyes widened as a huge blush covered your face. It was such a lewd act. “R-Ryo-“ You uttered before he began to remove your clothes. His favorite thing before sex was to edge himself off your body. Taking off articles of clothing, little by little.

He pulled you into himself and you crashed into his chest. You held onto him for support as he had his way with you. He pulled your bottoms down, taking in the texture of your panties with the tips of his fingers.

“Mmm. You’re such a naughty girl. I’ve barely touched you and your panties are so wet.” He mocked you like always but it was just to make you intimidated. Intimidation wasn’t always bad, though. His energy turned you on so much. “Pleasure me.” He added as he picked you up. He sat at a desk chair with you on his lap.

“Take it out.”

You obeyed, unbelting his pants and letting him play with your breasts. The nipples hardened and he latched his mouth onto them until he was satisfied. When you took out his dick, it was semi-hard, needing to be stroked to grow bigger. You wrapped your dainty fingers around him before pumping accordingly. You did this until he was big enough. He grabbed your wrist firmly, demanding that you ride him now.

Like an animal, he tore your thin shirt, revealing your perky breasts. Your nipples hardened and waiting to be sucked. Yoru waited patiently as you straddled his lap. You seemed nervous about taking his size. Bullying you had to be the best thing he could do with his time. The shy ones always held the best surprises.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him. The wet sounds of alone made him want to grab your hips and slam you down on his cock…but he waited for you to adjust. His pleasure levels skyrocketed when you began to move. The feeling of your wet pussy squeezing his cock did wonders for him.

Using all your strength, you slammed down on his dick. He moved his hands from your waist to your ass cheeks. He squeezed and spread them well enough to stimulate your pussy without even touching it.

“Fuck, you’re riding me like a slut!” He choked out, causing you to blush. He only described you like that when he was feeling a lot of pleasure. There were many layers to his thought process. He adored having such a timid girlfriend. It was always entertaining to fuck the innocence out of you. In times like this, one thing he wanted was for you to fuck him good—like you were paid to do it.

He was fighting to hold back his urge to cum, refusing to do so until you did first. He could never cum first!

But your face.

Your bouncing tits.

Your fat ass and tight pussy.

“R-Ryo…I-I’m gonna cum.” You said softly, trying to hold back so that agents passing by wouldn’t hear you. Yoru wanted them to hear you, though. He wanted every man to know you belonged to him. No man like Chamber, Sova, Pheonix—Hell. Even the girls wouldn’t stand a chance with how much he could fuck you.

“Then cum.” He commanded. “Cum all over my dick.”

You felt yourself elevate. He moved into the perfect position to thrust himself into you. His balls slapped your bottom and his dick was practical, causing you to lean forward. You wrapped your arms around his head for support. Your breast crashed into his face, causing him to blush madly. You held onto him as he thrust into you aggressively.

“Ryo~! ♡” Despite your attempts to stay quiet, your climax prevailed. You moaned much louder than you wanted to as you squirted all over him. Your insides contracted and caused him to cum too.

Yoru coated your walls with his thick, hot cum. He came so much that it ran down his shaft, getting on his lap and the chair before he could even pull out.

You were covered in a thin layer of glistening sweat with his cum dripping out of your cunt. Your breasts were out and your ass was almost bruised from the copious amounts of groping he has done.

“Fuck…you’re so sexy.”

Without another moment to spare, he grabbed you by your neck. He squeezed lightly with the tips of his fingers and made you look at him. There was lust in your eyes, begging for a round two. He was sure to give it to you too.

The man brought you down and pressed his lips to yours. The kids only went on a moment before he became needy and hungry.

You would be his and his only. Forever.

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succubus-nightmares · 30 days

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•☆~☆• Sinful Thoughts: Cockwarming - Multi •☆~☆•

Nsfw - 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs you will be blocked

Reyna wouldn’t use it for long but she loves to see you squirm on her strap. All she wants is to hear you beg, she lives for it

Cypher would let you while he works taking short breaks to let you slowly ride.

Yoru and Phoenix are too impatient. Neither of them could wait long whether they were using it as a form of punishment or just genuinely wanted to try it out. They wouldn’t last more than a minute before desperately thrusting into you

Viper isn’t interested in having you cockwarm a strap for her. Now live entertainment of you riding something while she works is more for her. Your pretty sounds help her concentrate.

Chamber could care less whether you beg to move or stay still while he enjoys a book. He just wants to feel you wrapped around him. He wants to be as close as possible to you.

#onyx•sins #valorant smut #yoru x reader smut #chamber x reader smut #cypher x reader smut #valorant x reader smut #phoenix x reader smut #reyna x reader smut #reyna smut #yoru smut #cypher smut #chamber smut #phoenix smut

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aeonzy · 2 years

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MAKE ME YOURS

summary: IT'S JUST PORN

disclaimer: porn without plot, female reader, fingering, rough sex, unprotected p in v sex

thick digits curl deep into your cunt, the whites of your teeth chewing on your lower lip to stifle your moans, you didn't wanna fuel yoru's ego, nor tickle it with how good he feels knuckle deep in your cunt, god it feels so good you hate it.

"what're you biting your lip for? you can let it all out .." yoru teased, following it up with a quiet chuckle, but you could feel his smug smirk, you didn't have to look down to check, you know. next thing you know, his spare hand moves to your chin to force your mouth open, your attempts to keep your noises down would be futile at this rate.

"aww, look at you." the corners of his lips curve, the pace of his fingers picking up. needy whines leave your mouth as it stood wide agape, your head burying deep in the pillows, it didn't take long to feel your gummy walls clasp around his digits and release. you feel your chest heave up and down, letting out heavy breaths.

"you look so pathetic, just from my fingers?" yoru teased once more, before taking his fingers into his mouth, tasting your juices and god, did the sight make your heart beat. "no ... comment." you breathed out, which pulls a chuckle out of him. his calloused hands slide under your thighs to drag you to the end of the bed until your legs hang off, before the pair of hands busy themselves with his pants.

you watch his cock spring out as his spare hand taps it against your skin, earning a whine from you. he chuckles at your desperation, bringing his cock against your entrance.

"what's the password?"

you've got to be kidding.

"p.. please ...?" you stammer out, and he shakes his head no. a sigh leaves his lips, "after all the time we've spent together in this room, you still don't know what to address me as? a shame." he begins to move away, and you squeak out a 'wait!'.

"... please .. sir."

"louder."

"please, sir! wan' your cock .. please ..."

the corners of his lips tug into a smile, "good girl." he enters you with ease, and you shuddered over how full he was making you feel. "i'm gonna move now, 'kay?" he asks softly in contrast to his smug and arrogant demeanor just a few minutes ago. you nod your head as a sign for him to go move, and he does.

he pulled back for a bit and pushed back in, and god it felt so disgustingly good. yoru hissed at how you tightened and loosened around him, almost like you didn't want him to let go ever and shit it was convincing him to stay in his position for hours on end. it didn't take long for his hips to start plapping against your spread thighs, moans and groans from both of you echoing throughout the room.

"so good for me baby, so good .." his words sent all the blood rush to your face, as a hand moves your leg to your chest whilst a spare hand moves to rub your clitoris in circles. this makes you squeal, "you like this pretty girl? you like how i feel deep inside your cunt?" yoru taunted as the pleasure runs in waves over you.

"yes! love how you feel in me ..." you squeaked out as his hips picked up the pace. it didn't take long to feel the knot in your stomach tighten, and yoru realized you were about to cum too, so was he.

the fingers working on your clit pick up pace, and his hips hammer against your legs, skin slapping noises echo throughout the room.

"i'm .. gonna .. cum ..!" you squeal, feeling your gummy walls tighten around his cock, jerking his head backwards as he fills you up with his seed.

both of your chests heave up and down, in need of air to to breathe. "that .. was .. very ..." yoru couldn't even finish as he flops atop of you. "good?" you finish for him, following up with a nod coming from him. you both lie in silence, a sense of accomplishment washing over you.

maybe you'll do this again someday.

someday.

#valorant x reader #valorant smut #valorant x reader smut #yoru x reader #yoru smut #yoru x reader smut

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monin1ca · 2 years

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Hii!! Can i request for an angst but afterwards they make up, yoru x reader ty!! Btw i love your stories ♡︎♡︎（sorry if my english is horrible it isnt my first language!)

Kiss and Make up (Yoru x fem! reader)

Word count: 610

Warnings: angst with comfort at the end, cursing, suggestive towards the end

Yoru was a stubborn man, maybe even you were more stubborn than him.

“Y/n, there’s no more time to defuse! Get out!” You hear Yoru com through your earpiece, taking cover from the bullets, pressing your earpiece “There’s time! I can defuse and complete the mission-” ” Don’t be fucking stupid, agh-!” “Yoru?!” On the other hand, Yoru was covering you whilst you defused the spike. There was a mirror Phoenix attempting to stop the defuse and shot Yoru’s arm. You were pissed and worried for him, in a panic you turned off your comms and summoned a shield to cover you. You continued defusing when a nano swarm fell in front of you and exploded; enduring the pain, you kept defusing. “Y/n? Y/n?!” Yoru frantically comms and gets no response, he just finished killing the mirror and ran back to the site. Upon arriving, he saw your shield covering you and a mirror Killjoy that was about to throw a swarm; he drew his gun and shot the Killjoy. The latter fell and chuckled softly “You are too late, she’s going to die from the first nano swarm and the spikes going to explode”

“ くそ.” Yoru gasps, briefly the spike stops beeping and your shield goes down; revealing your torn clothes and unconscious body. Running over to you he checks your pulse and sighs contently, glad that you are still with him. “We’re here, apologies for the late arrival we were held back by some distractions. What happened here?” Brimstone and Sage arrived late, the healer rushed over to you and tended to you. “Well done both of you, the rest of us will clean up and get samples and move out.”

Your body felt sore as you woke up to the herbal smell of Sage’s clinic, looking around you saw Yoru rushing to your side. “ You fucking idiot! What were you thinking?!! You- You could’ve died!” Instead of comforting words you heard harsh words, you scrunched your face. “I agree Yoru what I did was risky, but I did the mission, and I-” “So? This goddamn mission would mean nothing if you’re not here with me.” The rift walker cuts you off, your heart skips a beat when you hear those words. Your boyfriend storms off, leaving you alone in the room.

Thankfully Sage’s healing worked miracles on you, and you were out of the clinic in a day. You ran off looking for Yoru, asking about other on his whereabouts; when finally you found him at the rooftop gazing upon the view. “Yoru.. I…” You stumbled over your words, he turns around, looking at you with interest. “I know what I did was risky and your completely right, I’ve put myself in your shoes and understood your point of view and I’m sorry. I-” You stopped rambling when he hugged you, pulling away after a while. Placing his lips on yours, you pressed yourself against him to feel more close and more content. You part your lips allowing him to slip his tongue into your warm cavern, your hands found his silky black and blue hair. Tugging it softly to tell him you need to breathe, at your actions, he pulled away, and a string of saliva connected the both of you. “Just don’t do it again, yeah?”

Author’s note: I WAS LOOKING AT THE REQUESTERS(??) NAME AND WAS LIKE SHOULD I WRITE A SMUT CONTINUATION FOR THIS??? JUST LMK AND I HOPE YALL ENJOYED <33 TY ALSO FOR THIS PERSON FOR REQUESTING!!!

#yoru valorant #valorant #valorant imagines #yoru x reader #valorant yoru #angst with a happy ending #yoru #yoru smut #smut

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yuikira · 1 month

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Needy.

Currently imagining fucking our needy boys. Poor babies would rut sooo deep inside of you, snuggling their head deeper into your neck whining 'bout how good your pussy takes him in. Moans and intoxicated whines bouncing off the walls while you're scratching your nails on his back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Fucking so deep it practically pains him to pull out at this point. Furiously rubbing your cute little puffy clit while biting down your neck. Breeding you full of his seed, not stopping until the only name rolling off your tongue is his.

-Megumi, Satoru, Suguru, Toge, Yuuta, Choso, Cyno, Albedo, Kazuha, Diluc, Dan Heng, Blade, Dr. Ratio, Phoenix, Yoru + your favs!

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anantaru · 1 year

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"just the tip", kuni assures you, "only the tip, baby please", he's whining, hurriedly fisting his rigid cock in front of your hole. "just a bit more." he speaks again— now through a snagged jaw, but when you let him, when you could notice his cockhead push into your flesh— when you allow him to pull his tip in, he speaks again, "it feels so fucking good." - "so fucking amazing." he ensued into cloud nine, puffing within his words, "you're so drenched— so wet, is it because of me?" his assertion now told a different story, one you were already been made aware of. "do you like it? … do you like me?" kuni requires you to tell him, it's indispensable, his vibrant indigo eyes deeply coiling in step with his ardour for you, "how my cock feels in you?" - "you're so messy, i love when you're messy for me." he's muttering without spelling his words out more clear, almost as if he's wholly hypnotized by your traces, your squeezing and the grip you had on him. <3

#i typed this out in 30 seconds yoru the flash era #scaramouche smut #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #scaramouche x reader #fem! reader #𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥 thirsts'

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amaderika · 5 months

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yoru thirst :3

CW: smut?? a lot of boobie mentions

A/N: waahhh he's so cute :(( why is he not whimpering n crying in between my tits rn

i need to talk about boob obsessed yoru. your boobs are his safe place. it's what gives him comfort. if you guys are cuddling, expect his face to be smothered in your tits— its either that or he's gonna be sucking on them until they're sore. he would look for any excuse to grope them like, if you complain about how heavy they feel, his hands would be all over them in a matter of seconds. he just loves squeezing them—feeling the soft, warm flesh in between his hands. they're perfect to sleep on, too. there would be nights were he would abandon his pillows completely just to sleep on your boobs. sucking on them is one of his favorites thing to do though. he'd have his mouth attached to your nipple while fondling with your other boob. he'd suck the life out of it as if milk would come out or some shit. speaking of milk, he'd only wanna get you pregnant for that reason.

+ he loves nursing handjobs n titjobs btw

#gokurakugai #gokurakugai x reader #gokurakugai smut #💭 . rika's thots #yoru gokurakugai #yoru gokurakugai x reader

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chartreuxhue · 3 months

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"I don't like you"

I wrote this a long time ago like back in 2022, sooooo if it's bad don't blame me. Blame past me. ANYWAYS enjoy :) Rule and stuff should be coming out soon...

Pairings: Yoru x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, uhhh i cant think of anything else

There were three mirror agents left, the only two people on your team left being you and Yoru. Spike had already been planted. Your back was against the wall as you held the vandell in your hands towards the entryway of the hall. “She walks through here. I’ll have to hold my own until Yoru can show and help” or in this case finally help you. There had been no noise on comms for a long time. You were starting to think the lone wolf male was just waiting for you to get hurt so he could save you like some knight in shining armor.

Right as you were starting to get into deep thought the mirror Skye walks into view. Three shots are fired, and the body of Skye is on the floor. You breathe. That's when you hear the two other pairs of footsteps. You took your moment and started to run, bullets were flying past.

“Can I get a little help here!” you shouted into you comms

You quickly turned into another hallway a good distance from where you had killed Skye. You took the time to reload your gun and check for injuries, only one that you could find, a bullet graze from a phantom. “Shit! At least it wasn't as bad as last time.”

You thought about how you were going to get out of this situation you were in. you had no more tricks up your sleeve, you were solely relying on Yoru to do something. You were starting to get worried, what the hell was he doing. Exploring the city? You watch says he was still alive and good. So what truly was taking forever. Well if he wont do anything with you alive you’ll do it yourself. You get ready to round the corner and start firing. Your foot shifted and you went to lean.

“I’ll handle this!”

You shifted back into the position you were before, back against the wall. You sigh, “Took you long enough!” you thought. The sound of gunfire was heard, along with Yoru calling out that one was down. You took this as your time to make your way back to spike to defuse.

You peek around a corner, the cost looks clear so you make your way to spike. You set your gun down next to it and pull out the diffuser and start defusing. You're halfway to defusing the spike, when you hear a pistol being cocked and the end of the barrel being placed on the back of your head. “Shit! Not now of all times.”

“How about you place that on the ground and I'll think about letting you keep your head.” The mirror Killjoy says. You place the diffuser on the ground next to you.

“Let's not get too hasty.” you say with your hands up. You started down at the spike, its beeping was getting faster and it was making a lot more noise. You saw something blue out of the corner of your eye. You have to buy a little more time.

“Hey , I know you have a whole reason for doing this but, I really don’t want to die directly in front of the bomb.” you say

“Oh really, well mirror you don't have a problem with it.” she says, you hear a light sarcasm in her voice.

“Oh really, well if you can’t tell we’re actually quite different.” you say pushing your head back farther back onto the barrel of the pistol. You hear her hum as a response. You heard the little swirl noises from Yoru when he's in the dimensional drift. You slowly start reaching for the pistol strapped to your thigh. You grab towards it as if you were going to pull it out.

“Surprise” Yoru says as he exits the dimensional drift. You swiftly turn around and grab the pistol out of Killjoys hands before her body falls to the ground.

The spikes beeping was getting alarmingly faster and the noises coming from it were loud too. You picked up the diffuser and went back to defusing the bomb.

“Shit!” you said. The spikes beeping was getting faster and faster.

“Hurry up, all this will be for nothing if you get us killed.” Yoru stays behind you.

“Shut the fuck up.” you say. You could feel Yoru getting antsy behind you while you were defusing.

“I swear, if I die-” he was cut off by the successful defusal noise. You sighed.

You pressed a few buttons on your watch before you heard the Brimstones voice on the other end of your comms.

“You two all set?” Brimstone asked. You looked over at Yoru.

“Yeah we're all set. We’ll be at the rendezvous point.” you said, you picked up the bag with the spike in it and handed it to Yoru. “Carry this for me, will you?” You say putting the bag in his hands and walking away.

“Do it yourself, I’ve done everything else here.” he says before placing it on the ground and looking up at you, he scans your body for any extreme injuries, before his eyes land on the one on your dominant arm.

“Men should always do the heavy lifting, what else are men for?” you said with a sly ass smirk on your face.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Fine, I'll continue to do everything by myself.” he says while picking up the bag and catching up with you.

……

You sit in the infirmary as Sage wrapped the injury on your arm.

“So, I heard Yoru waited until last second to do anything.” she asked.

“Yeah, but if he waited any longer I would be dead.”

“Well, thank god he saved you. He hasn't shut up about how well you did on the mission before with him.”

“What!” you were stumped. Yoru was speaking highly of you. Your relationship has always been one of how better than the other. That and he very clearly annoyed the absolute shit out of you, with his whole “I’ll save the situation like always.” thinking.

Sage finished wrapping your arm and smiled.

“Don’t say anything to him. It might actually hurt his ego.” she says.

She turned to continue doing more things in the infirmary leaving you to do whatever you want. So you leave the infirmary, off to find the man at question Yoru himself.

You search the hallways for a good 30 minutes before you hear a loud banter between Yoru and Jett, coming from the shooting range

“You already know I’m a better shot than you.” Jett claims.

“Just because you're fast doesn’t mean you're a good shot.”

The banter goes on between the two for a while before Jett notices your presence and goes to quietly make her leave, with a playful smile on her face.

“So you think you're a better shot than Jett.” you say. He turns his head to look at you before he scoffs. “And what's it to you?”

“I don’t know, maybe because we all know who's actually better.” you say.

“Can I help you with something?” You’re annoying him.

“Yes, actually. I wanted to know why it took you so fucking long to do anything during the mission.” you asked, taking a seat on one of the boxes in the shooting range.

“(y/n), are you serious right now? If you're still alive. I still did my job. Plus if you die it's not like the mission objective was to project little miss' ‘I can’t kill anything without help’” he mocked as he used a high pitched fake female voice.

“Yoru, It took you practically 30 minutes to even do anything. The other team members, which let me remind you, are here to help you, were gone. God knows what would happen if you didn’t help me in time.” you say waving your hands around to help get your point across more.

“Yeah, well look, you're still alive and kicking. I can’t do everything for you.”

“I’m not saying, -” You cut yourself off out of frustration.

“You’re not listening.”

“I’m not listening! Do you not care for your own safety? The things that would have happened to you if I wasn't there.” He's actually serious. Is he actually upset?

“I can handle things myself. No need for me to rely on a man.”

“Prove it,” he says. There was a very serious look on his face, a lust in his eyes. He was staring at you like a predator.

“I have nothing to prove to you, Yoru.” you say standing up. He was now directly in front of you. Even if you had something to prove, it wouldn’t be to Yoru.

“Oh really. You seem to have something to prove by coming to find me.”

You take a step back, things seem to be getting heated extremely fast. With each step you take he takes, until your back hits the wall. His hands go to the wall behind you. Trapping you in front of him.

“You're so..” he trails, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. You were starting to get all hot and bothered now.

“You’re so annoying-” he cuts you off with a kiss, so instead of looking like a fish out of water you kiss back. He deepened the kiss. His hands move from the wall to the sides of head. A single kiss quickly turned into a make out session. Your hands went up to the back of his neck, pulling him further into you. One of his hands moved to the base of your neck, while the other went exploring further down. His hand stopped at your waist. He pulled you closer to him. Almost like you were going to disappear at any moment. He broke for air, a smirk played on his face.

“And I thought you hated me.”

“Pent up frustrations, from how reckless you are. And how long it takes for you to help during missions.” You say wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands now rest on your hips.

“Is that so?”

You humm in response. You're getting extremely impatient. Not only did he stop, now you’re all hot and bothered.

“Why do you look so bothered?” he asked.

“I don't know, maybe you started something and just chose not to finish it. You, of all people, are the last person I would have thought to not finish something.”

His grip on your hips got tighter.

“Don’t tempt me.”

You smiled, maybe being annoying to him isn't so bad.

“Or what.” you asked

He kissed you, a hard, messy, greedy kiss. Something to prove. But like most kisses it starts something different. He started to trail down from your lips. Leaving a sloppy wet trail down, a hand coming up to the other side of your neck. You moved your head back giving him more room to work with. He got to a certain spot causing you to gasp. Your hands move up into his hair. He puts his hands on your thighs and taps them.

“Up.” he commands.

You lifted your legs and he caught them, wrapping them around his waist. Putting a little more force between him and the wall. He sucks and nips at the spot that caused you to gasp, trying to get a noise or something out.

“Don’t hold back, I wanna hear you.”

A hand moving from your thigh to your stomach, and it gets lower and lower. You didn’t stop him, instead you watched his hand get closer and closer to pussy. His hand passed the button of your pants and you finally looked up, a low sigh leaving your lips in anticipation. His hand cups your clothed vagina, you can feel the tips of his middle and index fingers making slow circles. You roll your head back against the wall, holding back whatever was trying to come out.

“Let it out,” he says in a dangerously low tone, so you do. A high pitched moan leaves your mouth as his fingers pick up in pace and change to going the full length of your pussy. A few more moans come out and then you're suddenly very aware of how loud you are being.

“Yoru, what if someone hears?” you ask, quite afraid of being caught.

“Then we'll have to make this quick.” he says. He puts your legs down.

“Take them off, pretty girl.” He says, as he walks to the door of the shooting range and hits a button. You take your pants off. You turn towards him, being surprised by him kissing you.

“Now where were we?” He says, picking you and going over a table and placing you on the edge of it. He bent down in front of you. Placing both his hands on your thighs. He bites your thigh before he moves closer to your vagina, placing his tongue at the entrance and licking up to your clitt. He ended his first taste by sucking on the little bundle of nerves. Earning a moan out of you. He takes two fingers and inserts them into you and places his lips back onto your clit.

“Fuck. Me.”

You moaned out as your hand that isn’t propping you up goes to lace into his hair. His fingers were going in and out, curling when they went as far as they could in. You never thought you would hear such lewd things going for your mouth, it feels like you haven’t stopped making noise since he got down there. It just felt so fucking good.

He started to move but arms under your legs and wrapped around the top, a way to secure your legs open. He was only using his mouth now. He pulled back for a moment, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“Fuck, you sound so good.”

He practically buried his face in your pussy. Eating it like his last meal. More lewd noises and moans were flowing out of your mouth. You threw your head back, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“Cum, I’m gunna-” you cut yourself off, words started to get way to hard to speak. He let out a low hum, sending the vibrations right to your vagina. It just so happened to be enough for the knot within to snap. You let out a high pitched moan, holding it for longer than you expected as he continued to eat you out through your high. When you had come down from it you looked down to meet his eyes. He smirked up at you, before releasing your legs from his grasp. You lay down completely on the table, exhausted.

“I hate you so much.” you spoke. You hated that he could just completely make you come undone like that.

“I don’t know, your body says otherwise.” He says as he stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his glove. He hands you back your pants. You grab them but just stare at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Where are my panties?” you asked. Looking around. You have taken them off with your pants.

“Oh I don’t know, they weren’t there when I picked your pants up,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. He most likely stole them as a trophy.

You slip your pants back on. You look around to make sure you got everything that was yours, leaving no trace of evidence of what happened. You sighed, after a good look around and walked to the door. Yoru stood waiting and watched you like a hawk.

“Do I look presentable?” you asked, fixing your hair like you alway do.

“Like always.” he said, he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll see you around, (y/n).” he said before opening the door and leaving with a prominent smirk on his face.

#valorant x you #valorant x reader #yoru valorant #valorant #valorant yoru #yoru x reader #valorant smut

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