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[omgkatherine01]

Could you do Sergei x reader where he just builds her furniture (I just spent way too long building a dress or and I love the universe where someone sexy did it for me

Crafted with Love

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Note: short

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The key turned in the lock with a satisfying click as I pushed open the door to my apartment, grocery bags hanging heavy from my tired arms. The sound of power tools whirring to a stop greeted me, followed by a familiar accented voice.

"Ah, моя любовь, you are back earlier than I expected."

I rounded the corner to find Sergei standing shirtless in what had once been the disaster zone of my bedroom, now transformed by his skilled hands. Sweat glistened on his broad shoulders and tattooed chest as he set down a cordless drill. Behind him stood my new closet, its doors perfectly aligned and shelving meticulously installed.

"Sergei, it looks amazing," I breathed, setting down the groceries on my bed.

He smiled, that rare, genuine smile that still made my heart flutter, even after six months together. "Is nothing. Russian craftsmanship." He ran his hand along the smooth wood finish. "Real wood, real construction. Will last lifetime."

I approached the closet, running my fingers over the intricate details he'd added – little carved flourishes at the corners that hadn't been in the original design. Leave it to Sergei to elevate even the most mundane furniture assembly into something extraordinary.

"You didn't have to do this," I said, though we both knew I'd been dreading tackling this project for weeks.

"Nonsense." He stepped behind me, his strong arms encircling my waist as he rested his chin atop my head. "Man must provide for woman he loves. Even if providing means building fortress for your many shoes."

I laughed, leaning back against his chest. "I don't have that many shoes."

"Дa, you do." His lips brushed against my ear. "But is okay. I build bigger closet next time."

"Next time?" I turned in his arms to face him, noticing the smudge of sawdust across his cheek. I reached up to brush it away. "What other furniture are you planning to build me?"

His eyes, intense as always, softened at the edges. "Whatever you need. Bed frame, bookshelves, table for dinner." He paused, his voice dropping lower. "Maybe crib someday."

My breath caught in my throat at the implication, but before I could respond, he gestured toward the closet.

"You try. Open doors, check drawers. Tell me if anything needs fixing."

I slid the closet doors open, marveling at how smoothly they glided along the track. Inside, he'd installed everything perfectly—the hanging rod at just the right height, shelves spaced exactly how I would have wanted them, and even small LED lights that illuminated when the doors opened.

"Sergei, I absolutely love it," I whispered, turning back to him. My heart swelled with appreciation for this man who could hunt the most dangerous game but spent his Sunday building me furniture.

I reached up, cupping his stubbled jaw, and pressed my lips to his. It was meant to be a simple thank you, but Sergei had other ideas. His strong hands gripped my waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling me against his bare chest, the taste of him mingling with the scent of sawdust and sandalwood.

When we finally broke apart, his pupils were dilated, making his eyes appear even darker than usual.

"Is just closet," he murmured against my lips. "Wait until you see what I do with kitchen cabinets."

I laughed, running my fingers through his hair. "You know, most guys just bring flowers."

"Flowers die," he said simply, trailing kisses down my neck. "My craftsmanship remains."

"Mmm, speaking of remaining," I said, feeling his hands slip under my shirt, "don't you have to finish installing those drawer pulls?"

Sergei growled playfully against my skin. "Drawer pulls can wait. Have more pressing matters to attend to."

Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me toward the bed we'd need to clear of grocery bags.

"What about the groceries?" I protested weakly, not really caring about the fate of my frozen peas.

"Will not spoil in next hour," he promised, his accent thickening as it always did when he was focused on something important. "Maybe two hours."

As he lowered me onto the mattress, pushing aside the shopping bags, I couldn't help but smile. Who would have thought that furniture assembly could be such an effective form of foreplay?

[omgkatherine01]

Can I please request kraven × shy!reader? Like they always and always have sex since he took her virginity and like, he enjoying lifting shy! reader up, just going at it and other time making out with kraven as shy!reader ride him. Cause Kraven is just deeply in love with her even tho they're dating. Kraven is just being lovey dovey towards shy!reader

Kraven's Passionate Pursuit

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!shy reader

Warning: Smut!

Note: It's another short one... very short.

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Sergei Kravinoff is in love. He knows it the way he senses the shift of wind through the trees or the presence of prey in a darkened forest. It’s instinctual, primal, as natural to him as breathing. And the object of his devotion is currently squirming beneath him, her face buried in his shoulder, her soft lips brushing his skin.

"Do not shy from me now, little one," he teases, lifting her effortlessly from the bed. Her legs wrap instinctively around him, and she gasps as he enters her again, each movement drawing a breathless sigh from her throat. He lowers her onto him with aching slowness and then quickens until his name is all she can say.

Her shyness only enflames him. It has ever since that first night when she trembled under his touch, so unsure yet so trusting. He had been gentle then, but every time since they have burned hotter, pushed further. Now, he grips her hips with possessive strength, relishing the feel of her nails scoring down his back as he takes her over the edge.

Later, when they are lying in a tangle of limbs and sheets, he pulls her close until she's tucked against his chest. She turns to hide her face against him—a habit he finds maddeningly endearing—and he laughs softly, a sound that rumbles deep within him like distant thunder.

“You are still blushing,” he marvels, stroking her hair with fingers calloused from years of hunting but tender for her alone.

She peeks up at him through thick lashes and hesitates before speaking. “I just... you’re incredible,” she whispers, voice barely more than a breath.

He rolls then so she’s sprawled on top of him and kisses her thoroughly. "It is you who astonishes me," he murmurs against her lips. "I am helpless before you."

She smiles—shy still—but there is confidence blooming there too. She leans down to kiss him again and then shifts lower until she’s straddling him once more. The sight of her like this undoes him completely; it always does.

This time she sets the pace, slow at first but growing bolder with every rocking motion. Her hair falls around them like a curtain and their mouths meet hungrily as desire builds between them again—fiery and insistent.

When they collapse together at last, breathless and spent, Kraven feels a fierce rush of triumph. They have always lived life on the edge—dangerous and untamed—but here with her it is even sweeter than victory after a long hunt. It is everything.

“I love you,” she says softly into the quiet room.

“And I love you,” he replies without hesitation, pulling her even closer. For once in his life Kraven knows exactly where he belongs, and it is right here with her.

“Yes,” she murmurs sleepily against his chest as if reading his thoughts. He watches as she drifts off in the safety of his arms—a mighty hunter at peace—and knows there will always be more mornings like this one: tangled in each other and utterly complete.

[omgkatherine01]

Will you be updating Dream Girl anymore?

Yes, I will

[omgkatherine01]

kraven x fem reader having mirror sex

Untamed Desires

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut!

Note: It's a short one

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You'd never seen someone like Sergei Kravinoff before. He moved like the wild, like something untamed, and he was yours. His fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you through the apartment, his low growl echoing in your ears when he stopped you in front of the mirror.

"Watch," he commanded, voice gravelly with need as he pushed you against the glass. You shivered at the feel of its cool surface against your skin. His lips found your neck, trailing heat down to your collarbone while his hands tugged at your clothes. Your breath hitched; his touch was relentless, determined.

"Sergei," you gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, pressing you back until you felt every inch of him. You watched his reflection—eyes dark and hungry—while his hands gripped your thighs, drawing them around his waist.

He met your gaze in the mirror, a wicked smile on his lips as he thrust into you with a raw intensity that made you cry out. The sight was electric: his muscles taut with every movement, your body arching under his command. The mirror captured it all—the way he consumed you, the way you surrendered.

"More," he murmured against your skin, each word punctuated by another quickening thrust. Your fingers tangled in his hair, desperate to hold on as pleasure coiled within you.

The room filled with the sound of skin on skin and ragged breaths as Sergei’s pace grew fierce. You saw yourself unravel in the reflection, saw how completely he'd claimed you.

He pushed deeper, harder; it was all too much and not enough until finally—you shattered around him with a broken gasp. Your head fell against his shoulder while he grunted low in satisfaction.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Sergei pulled back slightly to look at you in the mirror once more—a predatory gleam still in his eyes.

"Again," he said with a smirk that promised another delicious conquest.

His lips crashed against yours as he lifted you once more, grinding against you with a primal urgency. You saw yourself again—bodies slick with sweat, your mouth open in a breathless moan at the first rough thrust.

His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips to meet him stroke for stroke. The mirror reflected his fierce ownership, the way he drove into you with a relentless rhythm that left you gasping.

Your nails raked down his back as he filled you completely, over and over. The pressure built fast and hot, each of his movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"Look," he growled when your eyes fluttered shut. You forced them open to see yourself shuddering under him, your desire written in every line of your face.

The sight pushed you closer to the edge—watching him take you so thoroughly, the rawness of it all mirrored back at you. Breathless, you clung to him as his pace turned punishing.

"I have you," Sergei whispered roughly, holding nothing back until you shattered again with a cry. Your release was fierce, tearing through you while he groaned your name.

Spent and shaking, you collapsed against him. He buried his face in your neck, still moving inside you until finally he emptied himself with a deep, satisfied growl.

This time he didn’t let go right away. Instead, he held you there—both of you panting and slick with heat—before easing out slowly.

He set you down gently, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face as he examined the flush in your cheeks like a trophy.

"Wildcat," Sergei murmured approvingly, pulling you against his chest where you could hear the steady thunder of his heart.

"Stay with me tonight," he said softly, no demand in his voice this time but an unfamiliar note of tenderness that sent warmth blooming through your exhaustion.

You nodded against him, feeling the beginnings of sleep tug at your limbs as comfortingly as his arms around you. You’d never seen someone like Sergei Kravinoff before. And somehow, impossibly—you knew he was yours.

[omgkatherine01]

ok hear me out- kraven thinks he caught you cheating on him and tries to win you over with like insanely hot and rough sex??

Caged Desire

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut!

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Sergei's eyes narrowed as he watched you from across the crowded bar. The dim lighting cast shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the predatory glint in his gaze. You felt a shiver run down your spine, sensing his intense focus even from a distance.

You turned back to the handsome stranger you'd been chatting with, trying to ignore the weight of Sergei's stare. It was just an innocent conversation, but you knew how possessive Sergei could be. As if on cue, you felt a strong hand grasp your waist.

"Come," Sergei growled in your ear, his accent thick with barely restrained emotion. Without waiting for a response, he guided you forcefully out of the bar.

He took you back to your apartment, and you moved away from him. Sergei's eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity as he stalked towards you, his muscular frame taut with barely restrained emotion. You backed away, heart racing, until your back hit the wall. He placed his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

"Did you enjoy flirting with that man?" Sergei growled, his face inches from yours. His breath was hot against your skin.

"I--I wasn't flirting," you stammered. "We were just talking."

"Liar," he snarled, gripping your chin roughly. "I saw the way you smiled at him, how you leaned in close."

Before you could protest further, Sergei's mouth crashed against yours in a bruising kiss. His stubble scraped your skin as he devoured your lips hungrily. You gasped, overwhelmed by his intensity.

Sergei's hands roamed possessively over your body, gripping and squeezing. He pressed you harder against the wall, grinding his hips against yours. You could feel how aroused he was already.

"You're mine," he growled between kisses. "Only mine."

In one swift motion, he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed roughly, looming over you with dark eyes.

Sergei made quick work of both your clothes, tearing fabric in his haste. His calloused hands explored every inch of your bare skin, leaving tingles in their wake. You arched into his touch, desire building rapidly.

Sergei's eyes blazed with lust as he took in your naked form. His muscular body rippled as he positioned himself between your legs, hands gripping your thighs possessively. Without warning, he thrust into you hard, eliciting a cry of pleasure and pain.

He set a punishing pace, pounding into you relentlessly. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust. Sergei's face was contorted with primal need as he claimed you over and over.

"Tell me who you belong to," he snarled, voice rough with exertion.

"You, Sergei," you gasped. "Only you."

Seemingly satisfied, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, changing the angle. You cried out as he hit even deeper. The new position allowed him to drive into you with even more force.

Sweat glistened on his skin as he continued his punishing rhythm. His muscles flexed with each movement. You raked your nails down his back, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

Sergei growled in approval at the stinging pain. He leaned down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans. His stubble scraped your skin as he nipped and sucked along your neck, no doubt leaving marks.

The coil of pleasure inside you wound tighter and tighter. Sergei could sense you were close. He reached between your bodies to rub tight circles on your most sensitive spot.

"Come for me," he commanded. "Now."

The command sliced through the haze of pleasure, igniting a fire within you that couldn't be contained. With his fingers working in perfect harmony with his thrusts, you felt the coil snap. Your body responded instinctively, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you cried out his name, your back arching off the bed.

"Sergei!" The sound echoed in the room, mingling with the chaotic rhythm of your bodies. He thrust into you harder, reveling in the way you fell apart beneath him. The tension that had built between you unraveled completely, leaving only the raw connection pulsing in the air.

Sergei’s breath was ragged, and he didn’t relent even as you trembled from your release. He pressed deeper, filling you completely, as if trying to fuse your souls together through sheer force. His eyes bore into yours, dark and possessive—a silent promise that he would never let you go.

"Good," he growled, thrusting harder still. "You’re perfect when you come for me."

You could feel him nearing his own climax, the tension in his muscles tightening like a coiling snake ready to strike. Each powerful thrust sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you again, igniting remnants of bliss that had begun to fade.

"Tell me again," he panted, his voice low and dangerous. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Sergei! Only you!" The words tumbled from your lips like a mantra. You wanted him to know that despite everything—the possessiveness, the jealousy—you chose him willingly.

His eyes flared with satisfaction at your confession. "That’s right," he said with a feral grin before claiming your mouth once more.

With one last thrust, he finally found his release deep within you, his body shuddering as pleasure washed over him like a tidal wave. You felt him pulse inside you, marking you as his own while he groaned into your mouth.

As the two of you came down from the high of passion, Sergei collapsed against you, breathing heavily against your neck. You stroked his damp hair tenderly, savoring the moment of intimacy that enveloped you both.

"Next time," he murmured after catching his breath, a teasing glint returning to his eyes, "you won’t be talking to anyone else."

You chuckled softly at that absurdity but knew better than to challenge him now. Resting against him, feeling safe and cherished in his arms, you realized maybe there was something thrilling about belonging entirely to someone so fierce—someone who would go to any lengths to claim what was theirs.

And as sleep began to tug at your eyelids, one thought lingered: this wasn't just passion; it was possession—an intoxicating dance between desire and restraint that left your heart racing for more.

[omgkatherine01]

can i request kraven smut where he is friends with the reader who he met at the boarding school he went to in new york. he periodically comes and visits her every few years and it’s clear they both have feelings for each other but they never act on them. he surprise visits her and he smells another male on her and his animalistic side comes out and he gets really jealous and possessive. they get into a small fight because he’s acting like he has a claim on her when he doesn’t, and she’s allowed to see whoever she wants to. they end up having sex and he’s really possessive saying stuff like “you’re mine” pleaseeee

Mine

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut!

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Sergei stepped into the dimly lit room of your living room, his usual calm demeanor shattered by a tempest of emotions. The smell hit him first—a sharp, unfamiliar cologne that hung in the air like an unwelcome shadow. His heart raced as he caught sight of you, your laughter still echoing from the earlier moments with your male friend.

"Who was he?" Sergei’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he crossed the threshold. His eyes narrowed, taking inventory of every detail--the way your hair fell over your shoulders, the brightness in your eyes dulled by the presence of that other man.

You turned, surprise flickering across your face, quickly replaced by annoyance. "What do you mean, 'who was he'? Just a friend visiting."

"A friend?" He stepped closer, invading your space with an intensity that made you shiver. "Seems like more than that."

"Sergei," you said firmly, trying to keep your composure. "You can't just barge in here and act like you own me. I'm allowed to have friends."

His jaw clenched as the animal within him stirred. "Friends don't smell like that. Friends don’t laugh with you like… like he did."

"I won't apologize for living my life while you're off wherever it is you disappear to!" You took a step back but only found yourself pressed against the wall, feeling cornered by his palpable frustration.

"Maybe if I had known I had to compete--" he spat back, fury and hurt mingling in his voice.

"You don't have to compete for anything! You don't get to dictate my relationships!" Your retort hung heavy in the tense air between you two.

At that moment, something shifted in Sergei's gaze--a fierce determination mixed with vulnerability that sent a thrill through you despite the fight igniting in the air. He closed the distance between you without hesitation, pinning you against the wall with a hand beside your head and leaning in close enough that his breath warmed your skin.

"Then what am I doing here?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Why do I feel like this?"

With each word, the rage ebbed just enough for a different kind of fire to spark between you. Your heart raced--not from anger but from something deeper and more primal. "Sergei…"

But before you could finish, he crashed his lips against yours, sealing off any protest.

"Mine," he murmured between kisses as if claiming territory long forgotten and long desired. It wasn't just words; it was a promise wrapped in possession and desperation.

You responded with fervor, returning kiss for kiss as his hands roamed possessively across your body. You could feel the tension spiral into something raw and urgent as desire took over reason—his jealousy transforming into something more primal.

Your moans filled the room as Sergei pressed closer, urging you to surrender completely to him. "You’re mine," he repeated almost reverently, an edge of possessiveness threading through his voice as if to ensure no one else would ever touch you in the same way again. Each kiss deepened, igniting every nerve in your body as he pushed you further into the wall, his hands gripping your waist like a lifeline.

You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body molded against yours igniting a fire that had been simmering for too long. It was as if all the years of unspoken words and dormant feelings burst forth in this moment, drowning out the argument that had raged just moments before.

Sergei pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, pupils dilated with an intensity that took your breath away. "Do you understand what you do to me?" he rasped, his forehead pressed against yours.

You swallowed hard, the weight of his gaze making your heart thud erratically in your chest. "Sergei, I--"

"No, don't say it," he interrupted, shaking his head. "Not yet."

Before you could protest, he kissed you again—deeply, fervently—his hands sliding up to cradle your face as if you were something precious and fragile. You melted into him, responding instinctively to his passionate assault. Each brush of his lips sent shivers coursing through you, awakening desires you thought long buried.

His grip on your waist tightened as he hoisted you effortlessly off the ground, your legs wrapping instinctively around him. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he carried you toward the bedroom.

"Tell me you want this," he murmured against your neck, his hot breath igniting trails of fire along your skin. "Tell me you're not going to push me away."

"I want this," you breathed out, feeling every ounce of resolve slip away under his unwavering gaze. "I’ve always wanted this."

He growled low in response, a sound both feral and possessive that made your pulse race. With a swift motion, he laid you down on the bed and hovered over you, the weight of him both comforting and overwhelming.

"Good," he said softly, but there was a primal edge laced through his words. "Because I won’t let anyone else have you."

As he leaned down to kiss you again, urgency surged between you—a need so profound it consumed everything else. His hands explored your body with a hunger that spoke volumes; each caress was both an affirmation of possession and adoration.

"You’re mine," he repeated fervently, as if repeating it would engrave it into reality. His lips traced a path from your mouth down to your collarbone, leaving fire in their wake.

"Always."

Your response was barely above a whisper, but it echoed in the charged air around you both—a promise sealed by fleeting seconds stretching into eternity. In that moment of surrender among tangled sheets and fervent kisses, nothing mattered but each other; the outside world faded into a distant memory as desire blazed its path unfettered.

Sergei's hands roamed over your body with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His calloused fingers traced every curve, memorizing your form as if afraid you might disappear. You arched into his touch, craving more of the electric sensations he ignited within you.

"I've waited so long for this," he murmured against your skin, his accent thicker with desire. His lips blazed a trail of fire down your neck, pausing to suck gently at your pulse point. You gasped, fingers tangling in his dark hair.

Clothes were shed with frantic urgency, revealing tanned skin and taut muscles. Sergei's body was a masterpiece of scars and strength, telling the story of his adventures. You traced the lines reverently, marveling at how perfectly you fit together.

He entered you slowly, savoring every sensation. You both moaned at the exquisite fullness.

As he pushed deeper, the world around you faded into a haze of sensation and sound. Sergei's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with an insatiable hunger as he claimed you with each deliberate thrust. You gasped beneath him, a mix of pleasure and urgency spilling from your lips as your bodies moved in a primal rhythm, fueled by years of unspoken desire.

"You feel so good," he groaned, pausing for a moment to lock eyes with you. There was a ferocity there, a promise that he would never let you go again. In that instant, you felt the weight of every moment leading to this: every glance shared across crowded hallways at boarding school, every late-night conversation filled with laughter and budding feelings.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper as if your body could communicate the need that words had failed to express before now. "Sergei," you breathed out, the sound laced with both longing and urgency. "More."

His lips curled into a smirk, wild and possessive. "You say 'more' like I'll ever want to stop." With renewed vigor, he pressed forward, burying himself deeper inside you as if he were trying to reach your very soul. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, igniting the fire that had lain dormant for too long.

"Tell me," he rasped between breaths, his voice thick with passion. "Tell me who you belong to."

You met his gaze, allowing the heat of the moment to wash over you. "I'm yours," you declared, every ounce of defiance melting away into surrender. "Always yours."

The raw possessiveness that radiated from him surged once more; he captured your mouth in a heated kiss that spoke volumes—of need, desire, and an unshakeable claim that left no room for doubt.

"Good," he murmured against your lips before lowering himself back into the rhythm that sent stars dancing behind your eyelids. Each movement was electrifying; each whisper of his name fell from your lips like a prayer.

The air grew thick with heat and urgency as he pushed both of you closer to that sweet precipice—where passion danced on the edge of something profoundly beautiful and terrifying all at once. With every thrust, it felt like he was pulling you closer not just physically but emotionally—as if this act was sealing the bond forged over years of friendship marred by unspoken feelings.

"Together," he growled low in your ear as he shifted positions slightly for a deeper angle. The change sent shockwaves through you; pleasure tightened in your core as your body responded instinctively to him.

Your fingers dug into the muscles of his back as the tension rose within you like liquid fire. "So close," you gasped out, losing yourself in the dance of flesh against flesh.

Sergei’s breath hitched again; his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he neared his own release. "Come with me," he urged through ragged breaths—a growl infused with desperation and an echoing promise.

With one last thrust, it broke—the wave crashing over both of you like an explosion of color and sound. You cried out his name as pleasure spiraled through every nerve ending; your body tensed and then convulsed around him, drawing him deeper into the abyss of ecstasy.

Sergei followed you over the edge, a fierce growl erupting from his chest as he surrendered completely to the moment. You felt him pulse inside you, spilling himself deep within you.

He stayed inside of you, his member still pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. You moaned softly as you felt him move within you, your body hypersensitive to every subtle shift. Sergei's weight pressed you into the mattress, grounding you in the moment as waves of pleasure continued to wash over you both.

"Mine," he growled against your neck, his hot breath fanning across your flushed skin. His lips found your pulse point, sucking gently as if to mark you. "All mine."

You shivered at the possessiveness in his tone, your fingers tracing lazy patterns across his broad back. Every muscle beneath your touch was taut with tension, as if he was barely restraining himself from claiming you all over again.

Slowly, you felt him begin to harden inside you once more. Your walls clenched around him instinctively, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest. He lifted his head to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with renewed hunger.

"Ready for round two?" Sergei asked, his voice husky and thick with desire.

[omgkatherine01]

i neeeed a kraven smut where he’s warning the reader they can’t have sex because he won’t be able to control himself and he’ll hurt her. the reader is really submissive and innocent but he keeps smelling and sensing how turned on she is, the tension is too high and he gives in and they have really rough sex. i mean like him choking her, pinning her down, and maybe biting her. after he feels really bad for how rough he was, but he couldn’t help himself because it was all instincts from his animalistic side. i cannot stop thinking about it.

Kraven's Temptation

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut!, little bit of blood

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Sergei's eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity as he growled, "We can't do this. I won't be able to control myself... I'll hurt you."

You trembled, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through your body. "I--I trust you," you whispered, your innocence only heightening his primal urges.

He inhaled sharply, catching your scent. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he rasped, his control slipping.

Unable to resist any longer, Sergei pounced, pinning you beneath him. His strong hands gripped your wrists as he claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss. You gasped as he bit your lower lip, drawing blood.

Sergei's grip tightened as he trailed hungry kisses down your neck. You whimpered, both from pain and pleasure, as he bit down on your sensitive skin. His powerful body pressed you into the mattress, leaving you breathless.

"Mine," he growled possessively, one hand moving to encircle your throat. He applied just enough pressure to make you lightheaded as he roughly entered you. You cried out, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Sergei set a punishing pace, driven by pure animal instinct. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise as he took you relentlessly. You surrendered completely to his domination, lost in a haze of pain and ecstasy.

As the intensity built, Sergei's grip on your throat tightened. Your vision began to blur at the edges as he pounded into you mercilessly. Just when you thought you might pass out, he released your neck, allowing you to gasp for air. The rush of oxygen heightened every sensation.

"That's it, take all of me," he snarled, his voice rough with lust.

You cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Sergei growled in approval, angling his hips to strike it again and again. The coil of pleasure inside you wound impossibly tight.

"Sergei, please!" you begged, not even sure what you were asking for.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing your ear. "Come for me," he commanded.

With a strangled cry, you obeyed. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over you as your body convulsed beneath him. Sergei groaned deeply, your release triggering his own. He thrust into you a final time, holding you tightly as he spilled himself inside you.

For several long moments, the only sound was your shared ragged breathing. As the haze of passion faded, Sergei's eyes widened in horror at the marks covering your body. Bruises were already forming on your wrists and hips, and angry red bite marks dotted your neck and shoulders.

"Oh god," he choked out, scrambling off of you. "I'm so sorry. I... I couldn't control myself. I told you I would hurt you."

You winced slightly as you sat up, your body aching pleasantly. "Sergei, it's okay," you said softly, reaching for him. "I wanted it. All of it."

He shook his head, unable to meet your eyes. "No, it's not okay. I... I'm a monster. I should never have let this happen."

You reached out to gently touch Sergei's arm. "You're not a monster," you said softly. "Please don't say that."

He flinched away from your touch, his eyes filled with self-loathing. "Look at what I've done to you," he said hoarsely. "I could have seriously hurt you. I did hurt you."

"But you didn't seriously hurt me," you insisted. "I'm okay, Sergei. More than okay."

He finally met your gaze, searching your face. "How can you say that? After what I just did..."

You took his hand, placing it over your heart. "Feel that? My heart is racing, but not from fear. I've never felt more alive." You leaned in closer. "Or more wanted."

Sergei's expression softened slightly. "You truly aren't afraid of me?"

"Never," you breathed.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you as if you were made of glass. "I don't deserve you," he murmured into your hair.

You nestled against his chest, feeling safe and cherished. "Let me be the judge of that."

Sergei's arms tightened around you, his body still tense with lingering guilt. You nuzzled against his chest, breathing in his musky scent.

"I meant what I said," you murmured. "I trust you completely."

He sighed, running his fingers gently through your hair. "Your trust in me is misplaced. I lost control. My instincts took over and I..." he trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

You tilted your head up to meet his troubled gaze. "And you gave me exactly what I needed," you said softly. "What we both needed."

Sergei's brow furrowed. "How can you say that? I was far too rough. I could have seriously harmed you."

"But you didn't," you insisted. "You pushed me to my limits, yes. But you didn't go beyond them." You traced your fingers along his stubbled jaw. "That's the difference between you and a true monster, Sergei. Even in the throes of passion, some part of you was still aware. Still in control."

He caught your hand, pressing a tender kiss to your palm. "I wish I could believe that," he said quietly.

You shifted in his arms, wincing slightly as your sore muscles protested. Sergei immediately loosened his hold, concern etched on his features.

"See?" you said with a soft smile. "You're still being gentle with me now. Your instincts aren't solely about violence or domination."

Sergei's expression remained troubled, but some of the tension left his body. He carefully traced the marks he'd left on your skin, his touch feather-light.

"I never want to hurt you," he murmured.

You caught his hand, bringing it to your lips. "Then don't push me away," you said. "That's the only thing that could truly hurt me."

Sergei's eyes softened as he gazed at you. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he whispered.

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. "You were simply yourself," you replied. "That's all I ever wanted."

As Sergei held you close, his guilt began to fade. In its place, a fierce protectiveness took root. He may not fully trust himself, but he would do everything in his power to keep you safe - even from his own darker nature.

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Can you please do morning sex with Sergei x female reader after he took her virginity?

Morning After Serenity

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut!

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The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting warm patterns on the sheets. You stirred awake, your body pleasantly heavy and still tingling from the night before. Sergei lay beside you, a serene look on his face as he slept. The wildness in his eyes had softened during the intimate moments, revealing a gentler side that caught you off guard.

As you turned to face him, memories of every whispered promise and heated touch flooded back. You felt a rush of shyness but also a thrill of anticipation; last night had changed everything between you. Your heart raced as you recalled how he had made you feel—desired and cherished.

Sergei stirred slightly, his arm instinctively moving to pull you closer. You nestled against him, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He murmured something in his sleep, a low growl that sent butterflies dancing in your stomach. With a teasing smile, you traced your fingers along the contours of his muscular arm.

The gentle movement roused him fully, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing that familiar spark of mischief.

A lazy smile spread across his face as he took in your sleepy expression. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep yet laced with that unmistakable intensity that sent your heart racing.

"Good morning," you replied softly, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to better admire you. The sunlight caught the sharp angles of his jaw and the tousled strands of his hair, making him look both wild and impossibly alluring.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, a hint of playful challenge in his tone. You bit your lip, unable to suppress the blush that crept up your neck.

"Better than ever," you admitted, recalling how he had held you through the night, as if afraid to let go. The weight of his body had felt like a shield against the world--a protective cocoon that enveloped you in warmth.

A low chuckle rumbled from him, and he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your forehead. The tenderness of the gesture made your heart flutter, and you closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the intimacy that lingered in the air.

"You know, last night was just the beginning," he murmured, his breath tickling your skin. With that, Sergei's fingers traced down your arm, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake, making you shiver.

"What do you mean?" you asked, curiosity mingling with excitement. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze--those piercing eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets.

A mischievous smile curled at the corners of his mouth. "I mean," he said slowly, "that I plan on exploring every inch of you."

With that proclamation hanging between you, he captured your lips with his own. The kiss was soft and lingering at first but quickly ignited into something deeper, hungry and passionate. You melted against him, your body responding instinctively to his touch as he coaxed you into the moment. His hands found their way to your waist, fingers digging in gently as though he were anchoring you to the bed, to him.

The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you tangled in sheets and desire. With each kiss, each caress, the lingering memories of last night blended with a fresh wave of exhilaration that surged through you. You were no longer just the girl caught in a whirlwind; you were a participant in this dance of passion, embracing it fully.

As Sergei pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, a flicker of mischief lit up his eyes again. "You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into," he teased, his voice low and sultry. There was something thrilling about his confidence, about the way he seemed to know exactly how to stir every nerve in your body. You felt bold yet vulnerable under his gaze, exhilarated by the promise of what was to come.

"Maybe I don’t," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, but the challenge in your tone was undeniable. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you like a low hum of electricity.

"Then allow me to enlighten you," Sergei said, his eyes gleaming with that predatory light. He captured your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze fully as he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours again, this time deeper, more possessive.

As the kiss deepened, he began to explore your body with fervor. His hands roamed over your curves, every touch sending shivers coursing through you. You instinctively arched into him, craving more of his heat against yours. A low growl escaped him, and he responded with a fervent kiss that left you breathless.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and enticing. The question hung in the air, charged with promise and unspoken desires.

You looked deep into his eyes, feeling the warmth enveloping you like a wave. "I want you," you breathed, the words barely escaping your lips as your pulse quickened. The wild look that danced in his eyes spoke of a hunger that mirrored your own.

His smile widened, revealing just a hint of that reckless nature you had come to adore. "Then let’s not waste another moment," he said, a fervor igniting between you as he pressed his body fully against yours. Every part of him felt alive and electric against your skin.

With a sudden movement, Sergei rolled you beneath him, a playful glint in his eye as he pinned your wrists above your head. The thrill of submission sent shivers through you, and you couldn’t help but squirm slightly under his grip.

"You like this, don’t you?" he teased, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in closer. The raw intensity in his gaze sent a thrill racing through your veins, igniting every nerve ending as you felt the weight of his body above you.

You nodded slowly, a rush of heat blooming on your cheeks. "I do," you admitted, the admission laced with both excitement and a hint of vulnerability. There was something intoxicating about being at his mercy, completely enveloped in his presence.

Sergei's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he released your wrists just enough to allow you freedom, but not enough for you to escape. "Good," he murmured, shifting to press himself more firmly against you. The contact made your breath hitch in your throat as the heat radiated between you, amplifying the need that coursed through your veins. You could feel the weight of his body, solid and reassuring, anchoring you to this moment. Sergei's eyes darkened with desire, and he brushed his lips along your jawline, trailing soft kisses down to your collarbone.

His hands explored your body, fingers dancing along your sides as if memorizing every curve. You gasped at the sensation, a mix of pleasure and anticipation swirling within you. He paused for a moment, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze again. The intensity in his eyes held you captive, a silent promise of ecstasy yet to come.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. The question hung between you like a taut string ready to snap, igniting a fire within you that craved his touch.

You swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and nervousness pooling in your stomach. Every fiber of your being sang with anticipation, urging you to push past any lingering doubts. "I’m ready," you breathed, the words escaping your lips like a vow.

Sergei's eyes darkened with desire at your words. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his passion into the connection. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting and teasing as his hands roamed your body with renewed fervor.

You arched into his touch, your skin tingling wherever his fingers trailed. He broke the kiss to lavish attention on your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. A breathy moan escaped you as he found a particularly sensitive spot.

"I love the sounds you make," Sergei growled against your throat. His hand slid down to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it hardened under his touch.

Heat pooled low in your belly as he continued his ministrations. Your hands explored the planes of his muscular back, marveling at the strength coiled beneath his skin. When his lips closed around your nipple, warmth spread through your chest and ignited a fire within you. You gasped at the sensation, your back arching as you urged him on, desperate for the pleasure he offered.

Slowly, exquisitely, he entered you. You both moaned at the sensation of becoming one once again.

He began to move with a deliberate slowness that made every inch feel electric. The rhythm he set was intoxicating, drawing out the pleasure until you thought you might shatter from the intensity. Each thrust ignited your senses, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

"Feel that?" he murmured, his voice a dark whisper as he captured your gaze, forcing you to hold onto the moment. There was a wildness to him that exhilarated you, a raw edge that made each movement feel like an exploration of something deeper, something utterly primal.

You nodded, unable to form words as waves of pleasure washed over you. His hands were everywhere; gripping your hips, sliding down your thighs, as he pulled you closer with every thrust. You could feel him deep inside you, each movement igniting a fire that spread through your body like wildfire.

He leaned down to kiss you fiercely, his tongue dancing with yours as he drowned out any doubts or fears.

Sergei's control began to slip, his movements becoming more urgent and primal. He gripped your hips tightly, angling them upward as he drove into you with increased intensity. The change in pace sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, each thrust hitting deeper than before.

You cried out in ecstasy, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you clung to him. The raw power of his movements was intoxicating, awakening something wild within you. Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, a dance of passion and desire.

"God, you feel amazing," Sergei growled, his voice thick with lust. His eyes, dark with desire, bore into yours as he continued his relentless pace. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard thumping against the wall with each powerful thrust.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper, to take you even further into the depths of pleasure you craved. Each thrust sent you spiraling closer to the edge, the world around you fading into nothing but the raw intensity of your connection.

"Don’t hold back," you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathy whisper. The heat radiating between you felt like electricity, sparking every nerve ending and igniting a primal need within you.

His gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, you could see the storm of desire swirling in his depths—a fierce determination glimmering just beneath the surface. With a low growl, he responded to your plea, driving into you with renewed fervor. The force of his movements sent waves of ecstasy crashing over you, each push igniting an inferno inside.

As the rhythm intensified, so did the sensations. You felt yourself teetering on the edge of a precipice, teeming with anticipation for that sweet release. Sergei's breath quickened, his body moving with a raw urgency that made your heart race faster. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an inevitable climax that felt just out of reach.

"Show me how much you want it," he urged, his voice low and rough. In response, you clung to him tighter, your nails digging into the muscles of his back as you surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

You could feel the heat pooling deeper inside you, a tightening coil that begged to be released. Every thrust brought you closer, and the sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the air, a perfect rhythm that mirrored the pounding in your chest.

"Sergei," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "I’m so close…"

His gaze locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "Let go for me," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."

With those words, the dam broke. The coil deep within you unfurled, sending a wave of ecstasy crashing through your body. You cried out his name as every nerve ignited in a blinding blaze of pleasure. Sergei responded with a primal growl, thrusting into you harder, pushing you further over the edge.

Your body trembled under the intensity of your release, waves of bliss washing over you as you clung to him, lost in the storm of sensation. The world around you blurred into nothingness, leaving only the two of you entwined in this moment of pure connection.

Seeing you unravel before him fueled his own desire; he quickened his rhythm, chasing his own release as he thrust deeper, driven by instinct and need. Your cries were music to his ears, urging him on as he inhaled the scent of your skin—the taste of your satisfaction addictively intoxicating.

"Yes," he urged through gritted teeth, his voice heavy with desire. "Just like that."

Your body responded instinctively to his every movement, each thrust igniting fresh waves of pleasure that rolled through you. You could feel the tension in him building, coiling tighter as he chased the same edge you had just crossed.

"Sergei," you gasped, your breath coming in shallow bursts as the aftershocks of your climax still trembled through you. The world outside the window faded into a distant memory; all that mattered was this moment—the two of you, lost in each other.

With each deep thrust, he chased his own pleasure closer, pushing deeper into ecstasy. The room pulsed with raw energy, an intoxicating blend of desire and desperation as he sought release. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin as he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies.

With a final, powerful thrust, Sergei reached his peak. He let out a deep, primal groan as his release overtook him. You felt the pulsing warmth as he spilled deep inside you, filling you completely. The sensation triggered another wave of pleasure that washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Time seemed to stand still as you both savored the intensity of the moment. Sergei's body tensed above you, his muscles quivering with exertion. You clung to him tightly, feeling the rapid beating of his heart against your chest. The air around you was thick with the scent of passion and satisfaction.

As the last tremors subsided, Sergei collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting presence. You ran your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat, as you both caught your breath. The room was quiet now, save for the sound of your mingled breaths, a testament to the intimacy you had just shared.

You gently placed her hand on his neck, trailing it up to his cheek, making him lift his head slightly to meet your gaze. You lifted your head and pressed your lips against his, kissing him gently.

He kissed you back immediately,

his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

You let out a soft moan between his lips as you felt him still inside you, a lingering warmth that radiated through your very core. The moment felt suspended in time, an exquisite silence enveloping you both as you melted into one another, soaking in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Sergei pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something deeper—something that made your heart flutter. "It seems we have created quite the masterpiece this morning," he teased lightly, brushing a stray hair from your forehead.

You laughed softly, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you. "I’d say that’s an understatement," you replied, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. There was a sense of awe in the air; what had started as a wild adventure had transformed into something utterly profound.

He smiled back, his eyes glinting with mischief again. "Now that I’ve enlightened you," he said playfully, "there’s so much more for us to explore." He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "The morning is still young."

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Winter Wonderland (Choi Minho One Shot)

Pairing: SHINee Choi Minho x female reader

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The crisp winter air nipped at your cheeks as you and Minho stepped out onto the small patio of your shared apartment. Freshly fallen snow blanketed the backyard, transforming the usually mundane space into a sparkling wonderland. Minho's eyes crinkled with delight as he took in the scene, his breath forming little clouds in the frosty air.

You couldn't help but admire how handsome he looked, bundled up in his favorite navy blue coat, a soft gray scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. His dark hair peeked out from beneath a knit beanie, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold. As he turned to smile at you, his warm brown eyes twinkling with mischief, you felt your heart skip a beat.

Pretending to adjust your gloves, you discreetly scooped up a handful of snow, compacting it into a loose ball. Minho was still gazing out at the winter wonderland, completely oblivious to your scheming. With a quick movement, you stepped behind him and swiftly yanked back the collar of his coat, dumping the handful of snow down his back.

Minho let out a yelp of surprise, his eyes widening comically as the icy crystals slid down his spine. He spun around, mouth agape, as you dissolved into a fit of giggles. For a moment, he stood there in shock, then a playful grin spread across his face.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he growled playfully, lunging towards you.

You squealed and darted away, your boots crunching through the fresh powder as you ran across the yard. Minho's longer legs gave him an advantage, and you could hear his footsteps rapidly gaining on you. Your heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and playful fear as you zigzagged through the yard, desperately trying to evade Minho's grasp. But his athletic prowess was no match for your evasive maneuvers.

With a triumphant "Gotcha!" Minho's strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet. You squealed and squirmed as he spun you around, the world becoming a dizzying blur of white. When he set you down, you were both breathless and laughing, cheeks flushed from the cold and the chase.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Minho teased, his eyes sparkling with mirth. Before you could respond, he scooped up a generous handful of snow and advanced towards you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a playful threat hanging in the air between you. “I think it’s time for a little payback.”

You instinctively took a step back, raising your hands in mock defense, but the laughter bubbling up inside you was undeniable. "No! Oppa, please! It’s freezing!"

But he only chuckled, his fingers expertly shaping the snow into a perfect ball. "Consider this a lesson in not messing with the master of snowball fights."

With that, he let the snowball fly. You ducked just in time, the soft white projectile whizzing past you and splattering against the wooden fence behind. "Okay, two can play at this game!" you shouted, scrambling to gather your own ammunition while he prepared for another throw.

Minho was quick on his feet, dodging to the side as you unleashed your first counterattack. The snowball hit him squarely on the shoulder, sending more powder cascading down his coat. He turned to you, eyes wide with mock indignation, then broke into a fit of laughter that echoed through the crisp air.

"Is that how you want to play it?" he challenged, a grin stretching across his face.

With a determined gleam in your eyes, you nodded with feigned seriousness. "Oh, I’m just getting started!"

Minho, momentarily caught off guard by your confidence, barely had time to react as you quickly gathered another handful of snow, molding it expertly into a compact ball. You hurled it at him with all the force you could muster, and to your delight, it hit him squarely in the chest.

"Nice throw!" he laughed, his hands now on his hips as he pretended to contemplate his next move. "But that was a rookie mistake--now you’ve really made me mad!"

You watched in wide-eyed anticipation as he bent down, readying himself for an all-out assault. The playful tension in the air crackled like electricity as you readied yourself to dodge or retaliate, your heart thumping wildly with both excitement and amusement.

Just as he launched two snowballs in rapid succession, you dove to the side, narrowly avoiding them. With a burst of adrenaline, you quickly rolled over and grabbed another handful of snow, but before you could throw it, Minho was upon you again. He tackled you playfully into the soft snow, laughter ringing out between the two of you as you landed in a puff of white.

For a moment, everything slowed down; the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you--warm smiles and breathless giggles filling the cold air. Minho hovered above you, his hair dusted with snowflakes, eyes sparkling like melted chocolate.

"Looks like I’ve won this round," he declared triumphantly, though his grin told a different story. You could see the mischief brewing behind those bright eyes as he leaned closer.

"Oh really? Is that what you think?" you shot back with a grin, your heartbeat thumping in your ears. Before he could react, you shoved a handful of snow right into his face.

His laughter exploded, transforming into a fit of joyous surprise. Minho sputtered and shook his head, snow flying from his hair like a shimmering halo. His laughter was contagious, and soon you were both giggling uncontrollably, your bodies shaking with mirth as you lay tangled in the snow.

"Okay, okay," Minho conceded, still chuckling as he pushed himself up and offered you his hand. "I think we can call it a draw."

You took his hand, relishing the warmth of his fingers even through your gloves, and let him pull you to your feet. As you stood, you noticed the sun beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of pinks and oranges that reflected off the pristine snow.

"We should head inside," Minho said softly, his arm wrapping around your waist as you both gazed at the sunset.

With a gentle tug, Minho guided you back towards the apartment, your boots crunching softly in the snow. As you reached the patio, you both paused to admire the way the fading sunlight cast long, purple shadows across the glistening white expanse of your backyard. The moment felt magical, suspended in time, and you leaned into Minho's warmth, savoring the closeness.

Reluctantly, you stepped inside, the sudden rush of warm air causing your cheeks to tingle. The cozy interior of your shared apartment welcomed you like an old friend, the soft glow of lamp light creating a golden halo around the room. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla lingered in the air from the candle you'd lit earlier, its flame dancing merrily on the coffee table.

Minho helped you out of your coat, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. You turned towards him, feeling the warmth of the room wrap around you both like a comforting blanket.

"Hot cocoa?" he suggested with a playful grin, heading toward the small kitchen. You nodded eagerly, unable to hide your excitement at the thought of warming up with a sweet treat after your winter escapade.

As Minho prepared the cocoa, you settled onto the couch, pulling a soft blanket over your legs. When he returned with two steaming mugs, the chocolatey aroma filled the air and brought a smile to your face.

He plopped down beside you, handing you a mug before tucking himself under the blanket next to you. The warmth of him pressed against your side was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning in closer without even thinking about it.

"Cheers!" Minho said, raising his mug with that infectious enthusiasm that made everything feel special. You clinked your mugs together before taking a sip, letting the rich chocolate wash over your tongue, warming you from the inside out.

"This is perfect," you murmured, savoring the creamy texture and the hint of marshmallow that floated to the top. Minho chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he leaned back against the couch, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I aim to please," he replied, taking a big sip of his own mug as you leaned your back against his chest and nestled into his warmth. The steady beat of his heart echoed gently against your back, a soothing rhythm that seemed to melt away the chill from outside.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sounds being the soft crackle of the candle and the occasional sip of cocoa. As you gazed out the window, the vibrant colors of dusk began to fade, giving way to a blanket of deep navy dotted with twinkling stars.

You felt Minho’s lips on top of your head, and you smiled as the warmth of his affection enveloped you like a soft embrace. The simple yet profound gesture made your heart swell, and you turned your head slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

You pulled back and placed your mug on the coffee table. You then leaned back over and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, the kiss delicate yet filled with an undeniable warmth that sent a thrill coursing through you.

Minho melted into the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

As you pulled away, breathless and smiling, Minho's eyes held a mixture of surprise and delight. The laughter that had filled the room only moments ago had transformed into an electric intimacy, wrapping you both in a cocoon of warmth and affection.

"You always know how to catch me off guard," he said, his voice low and teasing as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The way he looked at you made your heart race all over again.

You chuckled as he placed his mug on the coffee table next to yours. "I missed you," you admitted. "You’ve been gone for almost a month for the concert… it’s been a little lonely."

Minho's expression softened at your words, and he wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into his warmth. "I missed you too," he replied earnestly, his voice tinged with sincerity.

You nestled deeper into his embrace, feeling a sense of belonging that made your heart swell. The excitement of the concert had been thrilling, but nothing compared to this moment; cozy and intimate, filled with the lingering echoes of laughter and warmth.

"You know," Minho said softly, his fingers playing with the hem of your sweater, "I was thinking about you every night while I was away. It’s hard to focus on singing when all I really want is to be here with you. You’re my everything, you know that?"

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, and a soft smile spread across your face. "I’m just glad you’re back now. This feels perfect."

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours again, a sweet and lingering kiss that made butterflies dance in your stomach. You moved your hand up and behind Minho’s head, pressing closer as you deepened the kiss, losing yourself in the warmth and comfort of his presence. His touch was electric, sending waves of affection through you as you savored every second.

You felt you were moving and before you knew it, your back was gently pressed down on the couch with Minho hovering above you, moving his lips from yours to tail them down to your jaw and neck.

You felt your breath hitch as Minho's warm lips grazed your skin, sending delightful tingles radiating through your body. It was like the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. His hands found your waist, fingers gently digging into the soft fabric of your sweater, grounding you in this moment that felt both exhilarating and tender.

"Oppa…" you breathed, not entirely sure what else to say as his kisses trailed softly along your collarbone, igniting a fire within you. You could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks, and you hoped he couldn't see how much he affected you as he pulled back slightly, his face hovering just above yours.

He looked down at you with those deep brown eyes that sparkled in the soft light of the room. "I want to make up for all the time I was gone," he whispered, his voice low and filled with sincerity. "You deserve everything."

The sincerity in his words sent a rush of warmth through you, and you felt your heart swell with affection. The vulnerability in his gaze was palpable, and you could see how truly he meant it.

"Oppa," you murmured, your fingers gently brushing against his cheek. "You don’t have to do anything grand. Just being here with you is more than enough."

His lips curled into a soft smile, but there was a determination in his eyes as if he wanted to show you just how much you meant to him. Slowly, he leaned down again, capturing your lips in another kiss--this one deeper, more passionate--as if he was pouring all the longing of the past month into that single moment.

The world outside faded further into insignificance as you melted into him, every ounce of tension evaporating between the soft caress of his hands and the intoxicating warmth of his body against yours. You found yourself responding to him instinctively, matching the rhythm of his kiss as your hands tangled in his dark hair, pulling him even closer as the kiss deepened. Time seemed to stand still in that moment, every flutter of his lips igniting a fire in your chest, every gentle movement filling you with an overwhelming sense of belonging.

Minho gently pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed at you. Without a word, he scooped you up into his strong arms. You let out a soft gasp of surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you towards the bedroom. The soft glow from the living room faded, replaced by the silver moonlight streaming through the curtains.

He set you down gently on the plush comforter, the mattress dipping slightly under your combined weight as he joined you. His fingers ghosted along your jawline before sliding down to the hem of your sweater. With gentle movements, he began to lift the soft fabric, his warm hands brushing against your skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake.

You raised your arms, allowing him to pull the sweater over your head. The cool air of the bedroom kissed your newly exposed skin, causing a shiver to run through your body. Minho noticed and immediately pulled you closer, his warm hands caressing your sides.

"Cold?" he murmured, his breath tickling your ear.

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "Not anymore," you whispered back, your fingers tracing the contours of his face.

Minho's eyes softened as he gazed at you, a mix of love and desire swirling in their depths. Slowly, he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened with passion. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of warmth in their wake, as if trying to memorize every curve and contour.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours. Understanding your silent request, Minho broke the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Your breath caught in your throat as you admired his toned physique, the moonlight casting shadows that accentuated every lean muscle.

Minho's lips found yours again, more urgent this time. His hands roamed your body with increasing fervor, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You arched into his touch, craving more closeness, more of him. Your fingers traced the planes of his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch.

He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping gently at your collarbone. A soft moan escaped your lips, encouraging him further. His hands found the clasp of your bra, and with practiced ease, he unhooked your bra, sliding the straps down your arms.

His lips found yours again in a passionate kiss as his hands explored your newly exposed skin. You arched into his touch, relishing the feeling of his warm palms cupping your breasts. A soft moan escaped you as his thumbs brushed over your sensitive peaks.

You leaned back on the mattress, letting out a soft moan as he trailed kisses down your neck and chest. His lips ghosted over your collarbone before moving lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When his mouth found your breast, you gasped, arching into him as waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Minho's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve as his lips and tongue worked magic on your sensitive skin. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him close as sensations overwhelmed you. His name fell from your lips in a breathy whisper, spurring him on.

He kissed his way down your stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. Looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes, he silently asked for permission. You nodded, lifting your hips to help as he slowly slid the fabric down your legs. Your breath caught as the cool air met your heated skin, a shiver running through you that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Minho's hands caressed your thighs as he settled between them, his warm breath teasing your most sensitive areas. He placed soft kisses along your inner thighs, working his way higher with agonizing slowness. The anticipation built within you, your body trembling with need.

When his lips finally found your center, you gasped, arching off the bed. His tongue moved with expert precision, drawing patterns that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as you lost yourself in the sensations.

"Oppa," you moaned, your voice breathy and filled with desire. He hummed in response, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as your body writhed under his ministrations.

Minho's skilled tongue continued its sensual dance, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks. Your breath came in short gasps as waves of pleasure washed over you. His hands caressed your thighs, occasionally squeezing gently in time with his ministrations.

You felt the familiar tension building low in your abdomen, a coiling heat that threatened to consume you. Minho seemed to sense your growing need, increasing the pressure and speed of his movements. His tongue circled your most sensitive spot before flicking across it rapidly, causing you to cry out in ecstasy.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, but Minho's strong hands held you steady. He hummed against you, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through your body. You could feel his own desire in the way he devoured you, his enthusiasm evident in every swipe of his tongue and every soft kiss he placed along your inner thighs. You could sense the urgency in his actions, the way he was lost in you, and it drove you wild with desire.

"Oppa," you gasped, your voice trembling as the waves of pleasure grew more intense, "I--"

But before you could finish your thought, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze smoldering with heat. "I want you to feel everything," he said huskily, before diving back in with renewed fervor. His fingers tightened around your hips as if anchoring you to the moment, grounding you amidst the bliss that threatened to sweep you away.

As he continued his exquisite ministrations, your body responded instinctively, surrendering entirely to the sensations. You felt every flick of his tongue spark electricity within you--a sweet torment that made it hard to breathe. The world outside faded away; all that mattered was this intimate cocoon you shared.

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely a breath as the tidal wave of pleasure neared its peak. Minho paused for just a moment, his gaze locked onto yours, searching for permission in the depths of your eyes. The intensity of that look sent another shiver racing through you.

"You want more?" he asked, his tone low and sultry. With a small nod, your heart raced as excitement coursed through your veins. He grinned, that playful spark igniting in his eyes once more before he returned to his task, his mouth working with a fervent hunger that sent your every nerve ending alight.

The way he lavished attention on you became a delicious haze, time slipping away as the sensations reached dizzying heights. Every flick of his tongue was like fire against your skin, drawing you deeper into a state of bliss where nothing else mattered. You could feel the coil tightening within you, drawing tighter with each pulse of pleasure he elicited.

"Oppa," you cried, your voice trembling with urgency. "I’m going to--"

But before you could finish, Minho's mouth intensified its movements, and the world around you seemed to blur into a haze of sensation. His tongue moved with relentless precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body. You writhed beneath him, some part of you wanting to hold on forever to this euphoric moment while another part yearned for release.

"That's it," he murmured against you, the vibration of his voice sending yet another shiver down your spine. "Let go."

With a final flick of his tongue combined with the expert pressure of his fingers, the dam broke. You cried out, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and surrender washing over you in waves so powerful that it felt as if you were floating. Your body bucked against his mouth, seeking more as the tsunami of ecstasy consumed you completely.

Minho didn’t relent, riding the waves with you, matching your rhythm as you trembled and quaked beneath him. The world around you faded, leaving only the exquisite sensations that pulled you deeper into bliss. His mouth continued its dance, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure from your trembling body.

As the last quivers of ecstasy coursed through you, Minho finally withdrew, his lips glistening and a satisfied smile playing on his face. You lay back against the soft comforter, breathless and dazed, your heart racing in the aftermath of what he had just given you. It took a moment for reality to settle back in, and when it did, the warmth of his presence enveloped you like a thick blanket.

"You okay?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your flushed face as his eyes sparkled with affection.

You nodded slowly, a smile breaking across your lips. "More than okay," you breathed out, the memory of his touch still tingling across your skin.

Minho chuckled softly and you placed your hands gently on his cheeks. Minho leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the intimacy of it sending a renewed spark of desire through your body.

His hands roamed your curves before pushing his pants and boxer down a little before he settled his weight over you, careful not to crush you. The feel of his warm skin against yours was intoxicating. You ran your fingers down his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch as he positioned himself between your thighs.

"Are you ready for me?" he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. "Please, oppa," you whispered, your body aching for him.

Slowly, reverently, Minho entered you, both of you gasping at the feeling. He filled you completely, stretching you in the most exquisite way. You both paused for a moment, savoring the intimacy of the moment as your hearts raced in unison.

"You're so perfect," Minho whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He held your gaze, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. But all he found was a rush of eagerness that mirrored his own.

With a gentle thrust, he began to move, slowly at first, letting the rhythm build between you. Each push and pull ignited a fire that spread through your body like wildfire. You met his movements, instinctively arching your back and pulling him closer, urging him to linger deeper within you.

"More," you gasped, breathless from the overwhelming sensations. Minho responded with a low growl, quickening his pace as he buried himself deeper into you. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with the sweet symphony of your shared breaths and soft moans that echoed around you.

Every thrust sent shockwaves through you, each one igniting a new wave of pleasure that made your body quiver. Minho’s gaze remained locked onto yours, his expression a mix of passion and tenderness as he poured himself into every movement. You could feel the heat building again within you, an intoxicating blend of desire and want.

"Your body is incredible," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion as he adjusted his angle, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. Stars danced behind your closed eyes, drawing out pleasured gasps from your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. "Don’t stop," you urged, your heartbeat pounding in time with his thrusts. He answered your plea with fervor, driving deeper and faster, his breath hitching as the room filled with the sound of your bodies moving together.

Each thrust pulled you deeper into a realm of pleasure that felt both euphoric and consuming. You could feel the tension building again, coiling tighter within you as he moved with a rhythm that felt both primal and tender.

"Look at me," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze; dark and smoldering, filled with a wild mixture of desire and affection. It was a look that made your heart race faster, as if he could see every part of you, every yearning thought laid bare.

"Oppa…" you breathed, trailing your fingers over his shoulders and down his strong back, feeling every muscle taut beneath your touch. He responded with a deep groan, the sound reverberating through both of you.

With every push, every pull, he coaxed more gasps and moans from you. The room was thick with heat, the mingled scents of the moment wrapping around you like a warm haze. The gentle sounds of your breathing and the rustle of the sheets became a rhythmic backdrop to the intoxicating dance of your bodies, each thrust igniting sparks that licked at your skin.

"You're so tight," Minho breathed, his voice strained as he pressed deeper, eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. You could feel every inch of him, and it was almost overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Just for you," you replied breathlessly, your words laced with a mix of desperation and longing.

Minho's pace quickened, and your bodies moved in perfect harmony, like two dancers entwined in a passionate ballet. Each thrust felt electric, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that seemed to melt away any remnants of the outside world.

As the kiss deepened, his hands found your waist, lifting you slightly to meet him more fully--a subtle shift that sent waves of sensation coursing through your core. You could feel the heat radiating from him, mingling with your own as the tension coiled tighter within you.

The intensity between you built to a crescendo, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Minho's movements became more urgent, his thrusts deeper and more purposeful. You clung to him, your bodies moving as one in a passionate dance.

"I'm close," you gasped, feeling the familiar tension coiling tighter within you.

"Me too," Minho breathed, his voice strained with desire. "Come with me, baby."

His words sent a shiver through you, and you nodded, surrendering yourself completely to the sensations. Minho's hand slipped between your bodies, his skilled fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. The added stimulation was overwhelming, pushing you rapidly towards the edge.

Your breath came in short gasps as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. Minho's movements became more erratic, his own release imminent.

With a final, deep thrust, the world around you exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation. You cried out Minho's name as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your body arching off the bed and trembling with the intensity of your release. At the same moment, Minho groaned deeply, his hips stuttering as he found his own climax.

The room seemed to spin as you both rode out your shared orgasm, clinging to each other as if you were the only two people in the universe. Every nerve ending in your body sang with pleasure, electric pulses racing through you in time with Minho's final, shuddering thrusts.

Time seemed to stand still as you floated in a haze of bliss, your bodies still intimately connected. You could feel Minho's heart racing against your chest, his breath coming in short gasps that mirrored your own. The world around you slowly came back into focus, but you remained lost in the afterglow of what had just transpired.

Minho leaned down, his forehead resting against yours as he fought to catch his breath. A soft smile broke across his lips, one filled with both satisfaction and tenderness. You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, comforting and familiar, as he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face.

"That was… incredible," he finally breathed, his voice still thick with emotion. You nodded in agreement, a shy smile lighting up your features as you relished the aftermath of that intimate moment.

You felt a soft flush creep across your cheeks, the intimacy of the moment lingering between you like an electric current. Minho smiled at you, his eyes sparkling with warmth and humor. "Incredible might be an understatement," you managed to reply, a playful teasing lilt in your voice.

He chuckled softly, brushing his fingers down your arm, relishing the way your skin reacted to his touch. "Just wait until I show you more," he teased back, his expression turning mischievous as he leaned closer, his lips hovering just above yours.

Your heart raced at the thought, a tingle of anticipation igniting within you. You pulled him in for another kiss, this one slow and sweet—an exploration of the lingering desire that still buzzed in the air around you. His hands found their place again on your waist as he deepened the kiss, pouring all the affection and passion from moments before into this new connection.

"I love you," he whispered between your kisses.

"I love you too," you whispered and pulled back slightly. "Very much."

Minho smiled, his eyes twinkling with warmth and affection. The sincerity in his gaze melted your heart, and you felt a surge of happiness wash over you. You brushed your fingertips softly along his jawline, marveling at how intimate everything felt--the little moments, the soft touches, the whispers of love exchanged between panting breaths.

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Beautiful Jonghyun,

It's been 7 years without you today, I'm still so grateful for all the beautiful words and songs you gave us while you were still here. I miss you.

You did well, you worked the hardest ♡

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Can you please do Sergei surprises female reader in the shower and they began to have hot shower sex? Ty

Steam and Surprise

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Note: Short, sorry! And the gif is just... I had to put it in lol

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The warm water cascaded over your skin as you let out a contented sigh, washing away the stresses of the day. Lost in thought, you didn't hear the bathroom door quietly open. Suddenly, strong arms encircled your waist from behind and you let out a startled gasp.

"Shh, it's just me, my love," Sergei's deep, accented voice murmured in your ear. His muscular form pressed against your back as he nuzzled your neck.

"Sergei! You scared me," you exclaimed, turning to face him. Water droplets clung to his tanned skin and dark hair as he gazed at you with those intense hazel eyes.

"I couldn't resist surprising my beautiful девушка," he purred, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands. His thumbs traced your cheekbones as he let his lips gently against yours. The kiss was warm and tender, a soothing balm that melted away the last remnants of your surprise.

"You always know how to make an entrance," you teased, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. A playful smile danced on your lips, and you could see the corner of his mouth twitch with amusement.

Sergei chuckled softly, his breath mingling with the steam rising from the shower. "You know how much I love it when you’re surprised," he said, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. His fingers slipped down to your waist, pulling you closer until there was scarcely any space left between your bodies. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, mixing with the heat of the water.

Your breath hitched as Sergei's hands roamed lower, caressing your curves. His lips found yours again in a deeper, more passionate kiss. You tangled your fingers in his wet hair, pulling him closer as the water continued to cascade over your entwined bodies.

Sergei backed you against the cool tile wall, his muscular form pressing you firmly against it. His lips trailed hot kisses down your neck as his hands cupped your breasts, thumbs circling teasingly. You arched into his touch with a soft moan.

"Sergei, please," you whimpered, overcome with desire.

He growled low in his throat, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he entered you in one smooth motion. You cried out in pleasure, clinging to his broad shoulders.

The sensation overwhelmed you, each thrust drawing you deeper into an ecstasy that blurred the lines of reality. The soft rush of water became a backdrop to your shared rhythm, the world outside fading away as you lost yourself in Sergei's embrace. His powerful frame held you effortlessly, every movement intentional and filled with a raw passion that ignited every nerve ending.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "This is ours--just us."

You nodded, unable to form words, the pleasure coursing through you stealing your breath away. His eyes bore into yours, fierce and protective, as if he were guarding this moment against any intruding thought or doubt. He was a force of nature, and in this steamy sanctuary, it felt as though nothing could touch you.

With each thrust, Sergei pushed you closer to the brink, and your body responded eagerly, arching towards him in desperate need. You could feel the tension building within you, coiling tighter with each powerful movement, an electric pulse that threatened to spill over.

"Let go," he urged, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "Just feel."

His hands gripped your hips, guiding your body as you moved together in perfect harmony, the water cascading around you like a veil of warmth and intimacy. Your breaths mingled, each gasp and moan echoing off the tiled walls, creating a symphony of passion.

As you felt the wave of pleasure cresting, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent--earthy and wild. The world faded even further; it was just you and him in this moment, suspended in time. With each thrust, he drew you closer to the edge where exhilaration met bliss.

"Let me hear you," Sergei murmured, his tone commanding yet tender. His hands tightened around you as if he were trying to anchor you to him, to this moment. The pressure inside you swelled, a tidal wave ready to crash.

You gasped his name, a plea and a promise rolled into one. "Sergei," you breathed, the syllables trembling on your lips.

"Good," he encouraged, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated against your skin. "Let it go."

With one final thrust, the world exploded around you--the heat of the water, the hardness of the tiles, and the strength of Sergei wrapped around you like a cocoon. You cried out, a sound filled with pure abandon as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Each pulse sent shockwaves through your body, each soft whimper mingling with the sound of rushing water.

Sergei’s grip on your hips didn’t falter; he held you tight, guiding you through the storm of pleasure. His own breath quickened as he chased his own release, eyes locked onto yours, his expression fierce and filled with unrestrained need. The moment stretched endlessly, a sweet eternity as you both rode the crest of bliss together.

With one last surge, he surrendered to the waves that crashed over him, his body tensing as he filled you completely. You felt the warmth spread between you, mingling with the hot water cascading down your bodies, creating a cocoon of sensation that enveloped you both.

As the storm began to settle, Sergei’s grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t let you go entirely. Instead, he held you close against him, his heart pounding in rhythm with yours. The sound of the water continued to cascade around you, a gentle reminder of the world outside this intimate bubble.

You gently placed your hands on his cheeks, guiding his gaze to meet yours before leaning forward and pressing your lips against his gently, tasting the saltiness of your shared passion mixed with the warmth of the water. Sergei's eyes softened, and he responded with a kiss that was both tender and possessive, a silent promise that this moment would linger long after the steam had dissipated.

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Send Requests!!!! For Kraven!

Anything!

I need something to write, and I have to write about himm!!! LOL

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON "Kraven The Hunter" | 2024, dir. J.C. Chandor

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Rock Skipping Lessons (Aemond Targaryen One Shot)

Summary: You and your boyfriend were skipping rocks at a pond, except you didn’t exactly know how. Aemond stood behind you and placed his hands on top of you to teach you how to skip rocks, and then turned into something else.

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female you

Warning: Smut.

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow across the serene waters of the private lake. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of pine and wildflowers. Aemond's lake house stood majestically behind you, its large windows reflecting the warm light of the setting sun.

As Aemond's hands gently covered yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His breath was warm against your ear as he spoke softly, "It's all in the wrist, love. You need to flick it just right."

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, pressed close against your back. His strong arms enveloped you, guiding your movements with practiced ease. The smooth, flat stone felt cool in your palm as Aemond helped you position it correctly.

"Now, bend your knees slightly," he instructed, his deep voice guiding you effortlessly. You felt his presence wrapping around you like a warm blanket, igniting butterflies in your stomach. With each subtle adjustment he made, the tension in your shoulders eased, replaced by a sense of intimacy that pulsed beneath the surface.

"Like this," he said, demonstrating the motion with a stone of his own. He released it with a flick of his wrist, and it soared across the water, skipping perfectly before plunging into the depths with a satisfying plop. You watched, momentarily entranced by the way the last rays of sunlight danced on his silver hair as he turned to you, eyes bright with mischief.

"Your turn," he urged, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. You nodded, heart racing as you focused on his instructions. Aemond stepped back just enough to give you space but remained close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him.

You took a deep breath and crouched slightly, mimicking what he’d shown you. You selected a stone, its surface smooth and inviting, and felt Aemond's gaze on you, a mixture of encouragement and playful challenge. As you bent your knees, you could almost sense his anticipation, the way he leaned in ever so slightly, waiting to witness your attempt.

With a swift motion, you flicked your wrist just as he had shown you. The stone glided away from your hand, skimming the surface of the water with an exhilarated splash. Heart pounding, you watched it skip--once, twice--before sinking into the depths with a gentle plink. You couldn't help but laugh, a mix of triumph and giddy disbelief at having actually done it.

"Not bad for a beginner," Aemond teased, his voice light and filled with an admiration that made warmth bloom in your cheeks. He stepped closer, a playful smirk illuminating his handsome features. "But I think I can help you improve."

"Is that so?" you asked, feeling your smile widen as you tossed a teasing glance over your shoulder. "What do you suggest, oh master of rock skipping?"

Aemond's eyes glimmered with mischief as he closed the distance between you. "Well," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "it's all about finding the perfect rhythm."

He placed his hands on your hips, gently turning you to face the lake once more. The heat of his touch seeped through your clothes, igniting sparks along your skin. You leaned back instinctively, your body molding against his muscular form.

"First," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear, "you need to find your balance." His hands slid up your sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You shivered, despite the warmth of the evening.

Aemond's fingers traced down your arms, coming to rest on your hands. He intertwined his fingers with yours, guiding them to select another smooth, flat stone.

"Now," Aemond murmured, his lips ghosting along your neck, "let's perfect that motion."

You turned in his arms, the stone forgotten as it slipped from your fingers. Your eyes locked with his, stormy grey meeting your gaze with an intensity that took your breath away. The fading sunlight caught the planes of his face, highlighting his strong jaw and the curve of his lips.

"I think I have a better idea," you breathed, reaching up to trace the scar over his eye. Aemond's breath hitched as your fingers trailed down his cheek, coming to rest at the nape of his neck.

You pulled him closer, rising on your toes to brush your lips against his. Aemond responded immediately, one hand tangling in your hair while the other pressed against the small of your back. The kiss deepened as Aemond pulled you closer, his strong arms encircling your waist. The last rays of sunlight danced across the lake, painting everything in a warm golden glow. You ran your fingers through Aemond's silky silver hair as his lips moved to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"Perhaps we should go inside," you murmured breathlessly, glancing towards the lake house.

Aemond's eyes darkened with desire and he smirked. "How about doing it outside? We’re all alone."

Your breath caught in your throat at Aemond's bold suggestion. The idea sent a thrill of excitement through you, mingling with the warmth of desire already pooling in your core. You glanced around, taking in the secluded beauty of your surroundings.

"You're right," you whispered, a coy smile playing on your lips. "We are all alone out here."

Aemond's eyes lit up with a predatory gleam. In one swift motion, he swept you into his arms, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. He carried you effortlessly to a nearby clearing, where soft grass and wildflowers created a natural haven.

Gently, he lowered you onto the grass, the blades tickling your skin through your clothes. Aemond hovered above you, his silver hair falling like a curtain around his face as he gazed down at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

Aemond lowered himself onto you, his weight a comforting presence as his lips found yours once more. The kiss was deep and passionate, filled with unspoken promises. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his silky hair.

The grass beneath you was soft, creating a natural cushion as Aemond's kisses trailed down your neck. He nipped gently at your collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. The cool evening air caressed your skin as Aemond slowly undressed you, his eyes drinking in every inch of exposed flesh.

You tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. Aemond obliged, quickly shedding his clothes. The last rays of sunlight painted his muscular form in hues of gold and amber.

You ran your hands along Aemond's muscular chest, marveling at the way the fading sunlight accentuated every defined line. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, a stark contrast to the cool evening air. Aemond's eyes, dark with desire, never left yours as he lowered himself onto you once more.

His lips found yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. You arched into him, relishing the feeling of his bare skin against yours. The soft grass tickled your back, adding to the sensory overload as Aemond's hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Aemond's lips traced a path down your neck, pausing to nip gently at your collarbone. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his silky hair as he continued his journey downward.

Aemond's kisses trailed lower, his warm breath sending shivers across your skin. His hands caressed your curves, fingertips dancing along your sides. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. The grass beneath you was cool and soft, creating a lush natural bed.

His lips found your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple as his hand kneaded the other. Waves of pleasure radiated through you. You ran your fingers through Aemond's silky hair, tugging gently. He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire, before continuing his path downward.

Aemond's kisses traced along your stomach, pausing to nip playfully at your hip bone. Your breath hitched in anticipation as he settled between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue against your center had you gasping. He licked the soft flesh with a languid, teasing motion that sent tremors of pleasure coursing through your body. You bucked against him involuntarily, craving more as he savored your response. Aemond's eyes gleamed with mischief and satisfaction, relishing in the power he held over you.

He took his time, exploring every inch of you with a meticulous hunger, as though he were mapping out uncharted territory. Each flick and swirl of his tongue drew moans from your lips, the sound mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves above. The world around you faded away, leaving only the intoxicating connection between your bodies.

Aemond pulled back for just a moment, his breath warm against your skin as he looked into your eyes. "You taste divine," he breathed, his voice low and rough with desire. That alone sent another wave of heat crashing over you, igniting a fire deep within.

"More," you gasped, desperate for him to take you to that edge. Aemond grinned, a devilish spark twinkling in his stormy grey eyes as he dove back into the delicious warmth of you. His mouth worked wonders, coaxing and teasing until the pleasure built to an exquisite crescendo that made your body writhe beneath him.

The world around you seemed to disappear, swallowed by the intensity of your connection. You felt every brush of his tongue, every gentle caress of his hands against your thighs, igniting a fire that spread through your entire being. Aemond’s growl of approval sent shockwaves of desire racing through you; he was insatiable, completely captivated by the way your body responded to his every touch.

You could feel your own arousal building, each flick of his tongue sending you closer and closer to the brink. "Aemond," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper yet full of urgency, "please."

He paused just long enough to lock eyes with you, the intensity of his gaze causing your heart to stutter. "Please what?" he teased, his voice smooth as silk, a dark promise lingering in his tone. The smirk on his lips was mischievous, and you felt a thrill run through you at his playful challenge.

"Stop teasing," you breathed, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate whisper. "I need you."

Aemond's expression shifted slightly, excitement blending with hunger as he leaned in closer once more. He resumed his ministrations, each movement more deliberate than the last, as he brought you closer and closer to that sweet precipice. Your body writhed beneath him, urging him on.

With every flick and swirl, he pushed you nearer to ecstasy, and your breaths became frantic gasps. The heat coiling within you tightened like a spring ready to snap. You could feel the pressure building, an exquisite tension that made the world around you feel distant and dreamlike.

Aemond’s mouth moved with a relentless rhythm, his tongue coaxing you ever closer to that edge. You could feel every pulse of desire coursing through you, an overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to sweep you away. The sounds of the night—the soft rustle of leaves, distant calls of crickets—seemed to fade into a blissful background hum, leaving only the two of you and the electric connection between your bodies.

"Please," you gasped again, your fingers tightening in his hair, drawing him closer as if it would somehow intensify the sensations he was wringing from you. "I'm--"

"Let go," Aemond murmured against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Just let go for me."

With those words, something inside you snapped. The pressure that had been building erupted like a dam breaking free, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in a dizzying surge. You cried out as your body responded, shuddering violently beneath his touch. The world exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, consuming you in its intoxicating embrace. Aemond’s mouth didn’t relent as he drank in your pleasure, his hands steadying you, guiding you through the bliss that enveloped your senses.

As you rode out the waves of ecstasy, he pulled back, his eyes darkened with desire as he gazed into yours, a satisfied smirk dancing on his lips. The look in his stormy grey depths sent another tremor of longing through you. You reached for him, pulling him closer with a silent invitation that was impossible to misread.

Aemond rose to hover above you, the moonlight now spilling across both your bodies, illuminating the sheen of sweat that had formed on his skin.

Aemond moved over you, his muscular form bathed in moonlight. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours as he positioned himself. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the anticipation building between you.

With agonizing slowness, he eased into you. The stretch and fullness made you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders. Aemond groaned, burying his face in your neck as he hilted himself inside you. For a moment, you both stayed perfectly still, savoring the exquisite sensation of being joined.

Then Aemond began to move. His thrusts started slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. The grass beneath you cushioned your bodies as you moved together in perfect synchronicity.

Aemond's lips found yours in a fervent kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, igniting every nerve ending in your body.

Aemond's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips snapping against yours with increasing intensity. You clung to him, nails raking down his back as waves of pleasure washed over you. The moonlight bathed your entwined forms, highlighting the sheen of sweat on Aemond's muscular shoulders as he moved above you.

"Gods, you feel incredible," Aemond growled, his voice rough with desire. He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and you cried out as he hit a spot deep inside that made you see stars.

Aemond's lips trailed fire down your neck, pausing to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder. The dual sensations of his mouth on your skin and his hard length moving inside you threatened to overwhelm your senses.

You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest, craving more of him as the pleasure began to tighten within you once again. The world around you blurred, centered only on the rhythm building between your bodies.

Aemond's thrusts grew more powerful, each one driving deeper. His muscular body moved with fluid grace above you, moonlight gleaming off his sweat-slicked skin. You clung to his broad shoulders, feeling the flexing of his muscles beneath your fingertips.

"Harder," you gasped, urging him on. Aemond growled low in his throat, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. He gripped your hips, angling them upward as he pounded into you with renewed vigor. The new angle allowed him to hit that perfect spot deep inside with each thrust.

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out Aemond's name, your voice echoing across the still waters of the lake. The cool grass beneath you contrasted deliciously with the heat of your joined bodies.

Aemond's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent and powerful. You could feel the tension building within you, a coiling heat that threatened to consume you entirely. His stormy eyes locked onto yours, dark with passion and an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Come for me," Aemond growled, his voice husky and demanding. "Let me feel you."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire that spread through your entire being. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, desperate for more contact. The friction between your bodies was exquisite, each movement sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

Aemond's lips found yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he continued his relentless pace. His tongue danced with yours, mirroring the rhythm of his hips. You could feel the coil within you tightening, spiraling ever closer to the edge. The world melted away, leaving only Aemond's fierce gaze and his relentless rhythm as he moved above you, every motion sending shockwaves of ecstasy pulsating through your body.

"That's it," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Just like that." Each word vibrated through you, urging you to let go. You gasped, your fingers digging into the grass as you felt the pressure mount.

With a final thrust, Aemond drove deep into you, hitting that spot perfectly. The sensations collided within you like a symphony reaching its crescendo. You cried out his name once more, the sound echoing into the night as pleasure erupted from deep inside, washing over you in waves of euphoria.

Aemond's movements faltered for just a moment as you clenched around him, your body spasming with bliss. He groaned, his own release building as he felt you shatter beneath him. With a deep, primal growl, he surged into you one last time, his body tensing as he found his own release. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, and he buried himself deep, letting out a breathless sigh as he filled you completely.

The two of you remained locked in that perfect union for a moment, both of you trembling as the last tides of pleasure ebbed away. The cool night air enveloped you, but all you could feel was the warmth radiating from Aemond's body, still pressed against yours.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto his elbows, his breath still ragged as he gazed into your eyes. There was a softness to his expression that contrasted beautifully with the wild intensity of the moments before. You found yourself smiling, a blissful afterglow settling over you like a gentle cocoon.

"That was... incredible," you breathed, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. Aemond's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he brushed a thumb over your cheek.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he confessed, his voice low and filled with an intimate sincerity that sent a shiver down your spine. The vulnerability in his gaze made your heart swell.

You couldn't help but giggle softly, the sound bubbling up from the depths of your happiness. "Well, I guess now you can finally cross it off your list."

Aemond chuckled, the sound deep and rich, resonating within your chest as he propped himself up on one elbow, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks flush anew. His silver hair fell in tousled waves around his face, catching the moonlight like spun glass.

"We should skip stones more often," you smirked.

Aemond's eyes sparkled with mischief at your suggestion. "Only if it ends like this," he replied, a teasing lilt in his voice, as he traced lazy circles on your thigh with his fingers, igniting sparks of warmth, causing you to laugh softly.

[omgkatherine01]

Hi, I am loving your “Dream Girl” series

Would you please be able to add me to the series tag list so that I can read the last chapter because I won’t be able to not think about this for weeks and weeks now 😂😂

I love your writing as well! The way you describe the setting is so amazing! And the depth in each character even if they aren’t a main feature in the story is *chef’s kiss*

Hey I'm really happy you love the series! 🤭😊

Don't worry, I will add you! ❤️