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#shieda kayn smut
minnaci · 4 months
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SHIEDA KAYN | nsfw abc's — headcanons
contents: gender-neutral!reader, reader is implied to be kayn's partner, mentions of heavy/intense kinks, kayn is a lil slut (affectionate), some soft!kayn for the soul, top-leaning switch kayn, penetrative sex (reader receiving)
written with both heartsteel & canon kayn in mind! lemme slut out our collective boyfriend <3 nsfw alphabet hc prompts taken from @/the-coldest-goodbye. as always, thanks for reading! comments + rbs + asks always appreciated :3 stream paranoia!
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a (aftercare) — what are they like after sex?
kayn is surprisingly considerate— he's pretty good about matching his aftercare to whatever activity you've done. for a long night of hard sex, you might get a bath and cuddles. for a vanilla quickie, he might toss a snack at you, pull you into his lap, and rest his chin on your shoulder while he makes sure you eat it.
b (body part) — favorite body part of theirs? their partners?
kayn has a not-so-secret thing for your hips. it doesn't matter how big or small, how curvy or flat, just as long as he can get his hands on them and squeeze. on himself... well, he's worked hard for his abs. it'd be a shame if he didn't appreciate them fully! (in the rare, soft moments, he'll tell you he likes his hands. he likes the way they fit with yours)
c (cum) — what's up with the cum situation?
kayn loves using his own cum as lube. it's thick and creamy and sticky, and something about the way it drips from your skin makes his head spin. he also makes adjustments to his diet to make sure he tastes good because he's freaky like that (read: he absolutely licks his own cum off his fingers after he jerks off, and he relishes in the taste)
d (dirty secret) — what's their dirty little secret?
sometimes, when he's feeling particularly wretched, kayn will ask rhaast to take over his body and jerk him off. the combination of giving up control and rhaast's taunting, filthy praises makes him cum harder than anything he could do to himself.
e (experience) — how experienced are they?
kayn knows how sex works, but more importantly, he's well-versed in pleasure. he's perfectly capable of figuring out just what makes you tick (and what makes your brain melt out of your leaking hole). it's just a matter of how nice he's feeling.
f (favorite position) — what's their favorite position?
kayn absolutely loves doggy. there's just something about the way he can manhandle you, and mount you, hands spanning over your hips, pulling you back onto his cock, that makes him hopelessly aroused. the only downside is that he can't see your pretty face when you cum on his cock, but he's generally okay with that. after all, there's always next round.
g (goofy) — are they more serious? more humorous?
kayn tends to be a force of nature when it comes to fucking you. the only time he really laughs during sex is in disbelief of how good you feel, nice and warm and wet around his cock, or if he's being mean, he'll laugh at how needy and desperate you are. if you catch him in a good mood, though, he'll grin and engage in a bit of teasing banter while he does his best to make you lose your train of thought.
h (hair) — how well-groomed are they? do the carpets match the drapes?
kayn doesn't really shave, but he doesn't really need to— he's naturally got a bit less hair down there. he occasionally does a little trim, just to keep everything looking neat and enticing, including the tempting patch of hair that trails down his tummy. as for the color... the carpet matches the drapes, though he won't dye his pubes to match if he dyes his hair. he learned that lesson a while ago.
i (intimacy) — how romantic are they? how sensual?
it really depends. he has the capacity for romance— it's one of those fantasies that he keeps in a secret back corner of his mind, only to be pulled out when he's feeling at his weakest. he likes linking his fingers with yours. he loves kissing you while you cum. and if you specifically ask for something sweet and slow, he'll oblige (though not without making a little fuss about how he's big, bad, dark and powerful first)
j (jerk off) — masturbation headcanon
kayn is a huge supporter of jerking off. he proudly fails no nut november on november 1st every year. but it's not really his fault— his balls just feel so full and heavy if he doesn't cum at least once or twice a day. and it's no joke, either— the ache between his legs often becomes overwhelming, sending him stumbling to his bed to curl a rough palm around his length. even rhaast lets out a soft sigh of relief once the familiar pleasure starts to coil in kayn's gut. if you're not around to help him through it, what else can he do but fuck his fist?
k (kink) — what's a kink they have?
kayn's got a corruption kink a mile wide. he loves watching his partners go from put-together, well-adjusted members of society to needy, slutty little puddles of arousal. the higher they fly, the farther they have to fall, and kayn loves tugging you down just a little further into the depths of degeneracy.
l (location) — what's their favorite place to get it on?
he's not picky, but if you let him choose, kayn has nothing wrong with fucking in a bed— yours or his, it doesn't matter. of course, he's had his fair share of public sex, and he can't deny he loves the thrill of almost getting caught, but his possessive streak balks at the idea of someone else getting to hear all of your pretty little sounds. he likes to keep you to himself, desperate and debauched in his bed.
m (motivation) — what turns them on?
a slight breeze could turn him on. really. it's almost a little pathetic how easily he can get going, but what turns him on the easiest is you. it's the littlest things, really. the sliver of skin between your shirt and your pants when you reach up and stretch, the soft curl of your smile when he's done something sweet that surprised you— there are so many small things you do that drive him insane. and he's determined to make you accept the consequences.
n (no) — what turns them off?
kayn will try (almost) anything once, but he's not a huge fan of ageplay. he'll let you call him daddy, sure, but he's not a caretaker at heart.
o (oral) — giver or receiver? skill level?
kayn won't lie— he prefers receiving head over giving it. there's just something so gutwrenching about having a pretty little thing between his thighs, lips spread wide around his cock, glancing up at him with pleading, desperate eyes. but that's not to say he never gives head. just because he prefers to receive doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy giving head. in fact, he loves to return the favor. what he lacks in technique he makes up for in pure, filthy passion. he doesn't fuck you with his tongue as much as he makes out with your dripping hole.
p (pace) — fast and rough? slow and sensual? other?
kayn's got a penchant for those deep, overwhelming thrusts— the kind that make you feel like his cock is drilling straight up into your throat. most nights, he'll come in hard and fast, fucking you stupid with single-minded devotion. but on the rare occasion where he's patient enough to take his time with you, watch out. he'll take you apart slowly, methodically, until you're nothing more than a warm, pliant hole, begging for more.
q (quickie) — opinions on quickies?
kayn loves a good quickie, especially when he's got his heartrate up and pumping. he makes sure to make it good for you, too— in fact, he doesn't tell you, but he's got a mental tally of just how fast and how often he can make you cum (hint: it's very fast and very often). the one downside is that kayn is a little shit, so he sometimes makes a mess of you and, after helping you calm down with a quick cuddle and a few sweet, lazy kisses, he'll cackle and leave you to clean up the mess of cum he's left dripping between your thighs. it doesn't happen very often, though— most of the time, he'll kiss it all off your skin. can't have any going to waste, after all.
r (risk) — do they like to experiment? do they take risks?
again, kayn will try (almost) anything once. in the world of kinks, fetishes, and pleasure, there's very little he hasn't (or won't) try. as for risk... what's life without a little adrenaline rush every once in a while? he loves a good thrill, and the high is even better when he's balls-deep inside of you, letting the cocktail of hormones and pleasure overwhelm him as his cock paints your walls with spurt after spurt of thick, creamy seed
s (stamina) — how many rounds? how long do they last?
kayn's stamina is the stuff of legends. a league of legends, even (lol). his self-control is extremely impressive, and his love for overstimulation makes him the perfect candidate for marathon sex. he can go for hours, and his refractory period is surprisingly short. on the off chance that you manage to tire him out, rhaast is always waiting in the wings, burning with the desire to take you for himself.
t (toys) — sex toy headcanon
if you ask kayn, he'd say he isn't super into toys (he's lying). he has a solid collection of them. it's mostly fleshlights, back from the days before he met you, but he also has a more discretely hidden collection of anal toys, vibrators, and massagers that his prostate is intimately and lovingly familiar with. once he meets you, he'll expand his collection to include a few nice, thick dildos— perfect for filling any empty holes that he can't take with his cock.
u (unfair) — how much do they like to tease?
kayn's ability to tease is directly correlated with how pent up he is. when he's planned a scene with you or is coming in calm, he loves to tease. he likes getting a little condescending, letting his voice take on a smug, patronizing lilt while he turns you into a dripping puddle of need, denial, and aching desire. but when he's amped up and high on adrenaline, he needs you on his cock and he needs you immediately. there's no tease— only a feral, growling beast of a man, desperate to ravage you until you're as depraved as he is.
v (volume) — how loud are they? what sounds do they make?
kayn has absolutely no self-consciousness when it comes to being loud, and he is loud. he sounds good and he knows it— he's seen your pupils dilate when he lets a particularly obscene moan slip from his throat— and he's happy to let you hear exactly what you're doing to him. his sounds range from soft, needy moans to deep, animalistic growls. on rare occasion, when he lets you ride him, you can even draw a few trembling little whimpers from his lips as he bucks his hips up, searching for more, hotter, deeper.
w (wildcard) — random hc!
sometimes, kayn's control slips when he orgasms, and rhaast peeks through. luckily for everyone, rhaast is surprisingly weak to the pleasures of the mortal flesh. one rhaast is finished having his way with you, it's pretty easy for kayn to take control again, leaving rhaast's consciousness to soak in the afterglow.
x (x-ray) — what's going on under their clothes?
kayn's not obscenely big, though he might claim otherwise. he's actually pretty average when he's hard— around 5.5 inches (14cm), but he's veiny and thick. his cock is unfairly pretty, especially when his slit drools out pearly little drops of pre-cum. when it's inside of you, it feels so heavy and hot and good that it's more than enough to keep you coming back for more. his balls are always full and always heavy, and if he lets you edge him a few times, his head goes from a deep, dusty pink to a pretty purple.
y (yearning) — how's their sex drive?
his sex drive is insane. if he's not working himself up, then rhaast is behind the scenes, whispering filthy demands in kayn's subconscious. if he were any less disciplined, he'd waste his days away, jerking himself off until you were available for him to play with. as it is, he still cums at least twice a day— once in the morning before he gets out of bed, and once at night before he goes to sleep. otherwise, his poor cock throbs with the lack of attention, and his balls get all swollen and achy, and he can't focus or relax until he's emptied himself into his fist, or, if you're around, into a warm, willing hole.
z (zzz) — how quickly do they fall asleep after?
it takes kayn a while to come down from his post-coital high. even after he's done with aftercare (both for himself and for you) and you're both sated and comfortable, he sometimes finds it hard to calm down completely. he likes to burn off that extra energy by pulling you into a slow, sensual make out session, which usually ends up with you mouthing sleepily at his neck while you both drift off to sleep.
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2dmanlover · 2 years
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Crestfallen | NSFW Shieda Kayn x Fem!Reader
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CW// graphic description of violence, explicit sexual content, big angst, war(?)
A/N- this is my once in a blue moon hyperfixation fic ! soz 4 any typos i cba reading the entire thing it makes me cringe. i get that post-fic clarity sometimes yknow.
this one goes out to my vato @queenofruneterra 🤞🏽
The sounds of war pierce the air as you land on the beach. Looking inland, the troops tore through the small Navorian village. You trudge through the bloodied water towards the shore. Bodies littered the beach, some Noxian men, some innocent Ionians. The sight made you sick. 
I should have just stayed in Demacia, you thought. While Demacia didn’t exactly like your kind, they wouldn’t have drafted you in some fucked up invasion. For a while you thought of Noxus as your new home, that was until they decided they wanted your magic for war. 
You were a one of a kind shadow mage; the perfect assassin. Years of training led you to be their most lethal weapon. The militant rulers of Noxus saw you as their prized possession– a femme fatale who could slaughter any major political figure in the blink of an eye; and of course leaving no trace. The only thing that kept you from murdering your boss was the benefits.. and the sweet justice that was brutalizing corrupt leaders. On the best of days you weren’t a fan of these aristocratic figures that knew of nothing but money. The thrill of the kill then had a reason, but here– it was nothing but greed. You feared you were turning into the thing you lived to exterminate. 
Making your way onto solid land the din of battle became more struggled. This was completely out of the ordinary, especially considering this village should have been an easy mark. Among the blood shed and screams of soldiers, a dark fog ring shrouded the street. You began approaching the village, sidling up against empty market stalls. The closer you got, the battle sounds waned. Soon, the fog dissipated, revealing a single soldier, falling to his knees, then to the ground. A clang, a thud, then, silence. 
You scanned the plaza. Not a single Noxian remained alive and the remaining few villagers had already fled. There was someone or something greater in this place that feared no bloodshed to save the village. You turned to head back towards the ship as there was no point in attempting to advance. The ship was gone. They had left you.
God damn it.
Phase zero of the eastern coast invasion, one that was supposed to be a safety phase, would turn out to be a fluke. But, it’s not like it mattered anyway. Might as well just make a new home in Ionia, until whoever decimated your troops, would soon return to end you. A habit of a nihilistic mind; a result of a lifetime of walking the fine line between life and death. 
For a moment you allowed your mind to fade away at the monotony of the crashing waves. Waking you up was a hand with a firm grip across your chest and the chill of cold steel against your throat.
“Looks like I forgot one…” your assailant taunted. The voice was feminine, but a bit on the deeper side. Before you could process, you were blinded in a ring of smoke, appearing the same as the one from earlier. Before the attacker could strike, you threw your shadow. You dashed to it, leaving the shadow in the arms of the woman. Your safety would not last long. A kunai soared by, missing your face, but slitting your ear. It landed in the support beam of the empty fruit stall behind you. She appeared a little bit shocked, but didn’t let your trick draw her attention away from the fight at hand. 
“Come on little Noxian, show me your tricks…” The woman said, audibly smiling. You could now fully see your attacker. She wore a green top, with matching tobi pants, and bandana that covered half of her face. Her skin was tanned and her muscles toned with a left arm covered in cloud tattoos.  In one hand she held her kunai, and the other a kama. She seemed to be a shadow assassin like you, so maybe you weren't one in a million like you were led to believe.
Another kunai came flying, you dashed to the side and threw your only weapon. You didn't realize she caught it until a flash of light reflected off the blade. The blade was thrown right back at you, but you couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. It sliced through the side of your thigh. Not quite mortally wounded, but surely brought you to your knees. You looked up expecting your last glimpse of life; but she had once again disappeared within a cloud of smoke. 
She let you live… Why? What sort of torture or living hell lies ahead of you? Better question– What the fuck just happened? Though you had many questions left unanswered, the day was waning and your wound was left unattended. 
You rifled through the med kits left on the bodies of the medics. Suture, needles, and gauze, just what you needed. Back in Noxus, oftentimes you’d leave battles tattered and torn and since you were technically a wanted criminal, you couldn't really go to hospitals. These mishaps gave you experience in home-remedies and self treatment. As you explored the village, you found that most houses and shops were completely vacant. It didn’t seem as if people were scrambling to escape as most necessities were gone and everything seemed orderly. They must have known. The general must underestimate the preparedness of Ionia, You thought. 
With the strongest spirits you could find, you made your way back to your temporary home. In the bathroom, you sat on the floor; bottle in hand and a rag in your mouth. A deep breath in, then a muffled scream. A tear fell down your cheek as you looked down at the mess of blood and alcohol. With shaky hands you poured the spirit over your wound for a second time. You cried out once more, slouching further down onto the floor. Though the worst of the pain was over, tears still streamed from your eyes as you stitched the gash shut. 
Orange light flooded through the window and the sun began to set; the warmth washing over you and lulling you to sleep.
You woke up in the dead of night to the door swinging open and slamming against the wall next to it. Through your blurry, sleep-filled eyes, you could make out a figure in the doorway. He stepped forward, and a sliver stream of moonlight illuminated his frame. He was a tall young man, with long black flowing hair, and a blue tendril that fell beside his face. His skin was pale and his arms were covered in black tattoos, similar to yours. You sat in the corner, purely defenseless. Your dagger was somewhere outside and you were in no condition to fight. 
“Nowhere to run…” he said with a sadistic smile. You locked eyes with him and held your gaze as he closed in on you. As the distance dissolved, you began to close your eyes and relax your body. It’s over- your life has finally come to an end. One. Two. Three.. Four… Five? You finally opened one eye only to see your executioner, idle, leaning on his weapon; an ornate scythe which emanated blue light from the base of the blade. He examined you, brows furrowed, and eyes drawn to the tattoos that covered your arms and chest. A single tear rolled down your cheek. A slew of emotions and thoughts ran through your mind and your consciousness began to catch up. The realization of the situation began to set in.
“What an interesting girl you are… Whatever shall I do with you…” He taunted. You looked up at him with eyes begging for mercy. 
“Please don’t send me back to Noxus…” you choked out. He looked at you with a face lacking any readable emotion. He seemed unamused at your plea. 
“Poor thing…” The words fell through the pitiless smile that formed on his lips. With inhuman haste, his scythe pressed against your chin, tilting your head back. 
“You are coming with me,” He said, crouching down to you. “If you don’t comply, I will take joy in letting that pretty little head of yours roll.” The ultimatum slipped through his teeth as he firmly pressed the scythe into your throat. You nodded and 
He stood up and offered you his hand. You took it for leverage. As you stood he spun you around and slammed you against the wall, tying your wrists together.
“You could have just asked me to turn around,” you said with a sharp inhale. 
“Shut your mouth.” He demanded in turn. Lord knows what he would have done if he saw they way you rolled your eyes.
He held you by your elbow and walked you out of  the village, and through some woods. After walking for sometime, you were led up some steps to a small but grand looking temple. In the center of the temple, a tall man with white hair stood staring at you with piercing eyes. 
“Kayn. You’re back, with the Noxian, I assume,” said the man. 
“Good evening, Master Zed,” Kayn greeted, shoving you forward onto your knees. Your eyes shifted from Zed to Kayn, who looked vastly different compared to the last time you looked at him, which hadn’t been too long ago. Rather than looking pale and cold, he looked more human-like. His hair was tied back into a long braid, and his right eye glowing red, surrounded by a scar. His right arm matched the corrupted appearance of his eye. The scythe he wielded changed too- the orb that had emanated blue before was now a round red eye. You had recognized the scythe from a book about the darkins of Runeterra you had read as a kid. 
“Rhaast…” you muttered under your breath. The attention of the men snapped to you. It had seemed to you that maybe you knew more than you should have.
“Who are you?” said Master Zed. You looked up at him, confusion still written on your face. 
“On a good day I’d say your worst nightmare but I’m sort of tied up right now,” you huffed with an awkward laugh. 
Kayn’s scythe swiftly hooked your neck, forcing your chin up. 
“Answer the damn question,” Zed returned. You spilled your whole shtick. You told them you were a shadow assassin for the militant rulers of Noxus who also happened to know nothing of the invasions. You emphasized the fact that you were only killing corrupt politicians and aristocrats and that you did not agree with any of the general’s invasions in Ionia. You rambled a bit, spilling almost all of the information you had, simply because you knew Noxians would assume you had perished in the failed invasion. 
“And- I’m sure you know the girl in green– could you tell her I’m sorry- I was really only just defending myself-” you stumbled over your words before Zed cut you off.
“If you didn’t agree with what the general had in store, why did you come here?” He asked.
“I do what I’m told, sir,” you responded simply. Zed looked at Kayn who shrugged in return. 
“I-I’m sure I could help fight off the Noxians– I am a shadow mage too, you know. I’m just like you- I really could make a great asset to this order you got going on here.” you said, flashing your shadow switch as proof. The fact that you could have easily escaped but instead put yourself back in bondage proved how desperate you were to showcase your innocence. At this point you were merely just trying to escape death; the last thing you wanted to do is die on the imperialist hill of Noxus. If you were to succeed, you wanted to at least have shelter and food, as you probably wouldn’t live for long otherwise.
“Take her to the quarters,” Zed said to Kayn. “We shall test her ability in the morning.”
Kayn furrowed his brow and shot Zed a look of skepticism. He yanked you by your wrists and untied the knots with little care. You rubbed the red marks that were left on your wrists. Kayn had a firm grip on your arm as he walked you down the hall. He pushed you into your room without opening the curtains and left before you could utter a single word. You could hear him talking to Zed around the corner of the hall. 
“You’re really going to let this little Noxian girl who tried killing Akali stay?” Kayn said in a tone of disbelief. 
“I told you to find her and bring her back, this is not your call Kayn.” Zed retorted. “She’s marked with the Tears of the Shadows. She possesses the lost magic of Ionia, there is something about her that doesn’t belong in Noxus.” Zed's voice was calm and low, almost too quiet for you to hear. 
“Don’t say I didn’t tell you so when she turns on us.” Kayn responded firmly, followed by a single pair of footsteps that quickly dissipated. You heard the creak of the second pair, but these were slower and methodical. They hesitated for a moment in front of your room before walking away. You tiptoed to the cot and quickly fell asleep under the thin covers.
You woke up to the sound of your name outside your room. You scrambled out of bed and walked down the hall and into the main room of the temple. In the center of the room was a low table where Zed, Kayn, and Akali sat. Next to Kayn there was an empty space with a bowl of rice porridge, where you sat down and ate in silence. 
“We are going to test you today,” Zed broke the Silence. You looked up and nodded.
“Yes, Master,” you said hesitantly. Zed nodded and both Kayn and Akali looked at you briefly before looking at each other. Akali slid you a bundle of clothes for you to change into. 
“Akali, will you please show her to the bath,” Zed said. Your face flushed as you realized the state of your hygiene. You were caked in blood and dirt, and reeked of alcohol. 
Once you were sure you were alone, you stripped and waded into the hot water. Relishing in the warmth, you took a moment processed everything that had happened in the past 48 hours. One moment you’re on a boat heading for the south eastern Navorian shores, the next you're being taken in by a group of shadow mages who may or may not also want to murder you. 
As you were putting on your clothes you heard footsteps draw near. You panicked and covered your chest with your arm as you only had your pants on. Kayn walked into the room but quickly realized the mistake he made. You froze and locked eyes with him. Kayn, flustered at first, tried to put on the most stoic face he could muster with his pink cheeks. 
“Zed wants you outside, quickly,” He said before hastily turning and walking away. You were left pink all over and a bit unsettled. 
You put on your top and shoes before making your way outside. There stood Zed with Akali and Kayn on either side of him. You greeted them with a bow. While Akali greeted you with a slight smile, Kayn only looked at you sternly. You could feel the warmth crawl up your neck in the slightest bit while talking to Zed, as you could still feel Kayn’s eyes prodding at you. 
“I want to see your hand to hand combat,” Zed said, “And do not be afraid to use your magic”. You nodded in response. Zed had designated Kayn to battle with you as he stood to the side with Akali.
The tattoos on your arms began to darken and morph as you focused your energy into your magic. You looked at Kayn just as he lunged at you. You dodged his attack by dashing to a shadow you had thrown. Kayn turned back to you and stood southpaw beckoning you to attack him. This time, it was your turn to dash at him, but he dodged you. He used a shadow step to put himself behind you, and locked your neck against his chest. His thigh was placed in between your legs, completely immobilizing you. Despite how uncomfortable the friction was, you planted your feet on the ground, and used all your strength to flip Kayn over you and onto the grass. Though he may have been flat on his back, his grip on you remained. You phased out of his arms leaving a shadow, which you would then dash back to, positioning you over him. It was clear Kayn didn’t expect your skill and ability, leaving him vulnerable to your tricks. You grabbed him by his wrists and pinned him down, looking at him in the eyes. He returned the stare, with red anger flaring in his face. Seeing the tension, Zed interjected.
“Very well,” he said, putting a hand on your shoulder. You stood up and offered Kayn a hand, to which he ignored, getting up from the grass on his own.
“You better be glad Master Zed is here to prevent me from killing you,” Kayn said in a hushed tone before walking into the temple and to his quarters. 
As weeks passed, you continued training with the Order of the Shadow. Eventually Zed trusted you to help fight off the Noxians that would come trickling into the nearby villages. Your kind and humorous manner would help you in gaining the trust of Zed and Akali, but Kayn stayed cold and distant. While you were kind, you only gave enough comradery to him to keep you from getting killed in your sleep. But, sometimes his coldness would leave you visibly crestfallen, as Akali would begin to point out to you. 
After a particularly grueling training session, you and Akali relaxed in the bathhouse. This was the one place you two could really talk.
“I can’t believe I survived on my own here before you got here,” Akali admitted. “It’s nice having a gal friend around.”
“It’s nice having a friend, period,” you scoffed.
“Glad I could be of service,” she said with a satisfied smile, slouching into the water. 
“What’s up with Kayn?” you broke the silence. Akali furrowed her brow and turned her head to look at you. 
“Erm, Kayn... is, for a lack of a better word, a megalomaniac,” Akali thought for a moment. “All he wants is to fulfill the fullest potential of his power and will cut off anything and anyone that will distract him from that.”
“Interesting,” your voice was tinged with sarcasm.
“Trust me, it’s a constant battle with that boy,” she laughed. 
It was a fine day out so you were outside the temple doing tai chi. Your calm was interrupted by a frantic man approaching you.
“Help, please! They’re here!” He yelled to you. You grabbed him by the shoulders and spoke calmly hoping he’d emulate your bearing.
“Who’s here?” you asked.
“The Noxian ships, th-they’re coming,” He synced his breathing with yours in an attempt to calm himself. The rest of the order had come outside to investigate the commotion. 
“The village,” you said to the three, who then rushed inside to gear up for battle. You told the villager to stay outside for a moment while you and the others would get ready to defend for them. 
You had never seen Zed in his battle garb before; he wore a red hood and shawl, secured with metal bladed armor and a matching red and silver helmet. Akali gave you a bandana to hide your identity in battle and prevent you from getting captured and executed in Noxus for treason. 
The villager led you to the battlegrounds where you could spot a medium sized group of soldiers jump from a ship and onto the distant shore. 
“Tell all of the villagers to leave. Now,” Zed commanded the villager. He ran off and banded the small group of residents before leading them into the safety of the valley. 
“Stay hidden, until we come back,” you advised.
You and the Shadow Order strategically hid yourselves from the Noxian unit, waiting for the perfect chance to strike. 
“Check every house, and kill every resident,” you heard who you believed to be the leader of the squadron saying. One by one, the Shadow Order picked off the soldiers, silently. But only a few were killed, and several still remained. You waited to strike again. The soldiers came in after a bit, searching for the men who had gone in and not returned. Here– you made your escape, and climbed to the roof, where you scouted for the rest of the men in the village. You nodded to Zed, who silently did the same on another rooftop. This was your signal to catch the few that remained outside out. 
The two of you dropped onto the ground and used your shadows as a distraction. As they were turned, you swiftly struck them with lethal force. Zed used shurikens to execute, whereas you used a katana. As the soldiers within the house ran out, Akali and Kayn emerged from the shadows. A bloody battle would ensue, leaving most of the soldiers dead. The Shadow Order would be left relatively unscathed. 
Zed ordered you, Kayn, and Akali to make sure no soldier remained in the houses. You all had checked almost every house but one. The task was left to you. Stepping in you were swiftly grabbed by who must have been a soldier. He covered your mouth with one of his hands and held a knife to your throat with the other. 
“I know your little shadow tricks you have,” the man growled. Anti magic runes were tattooed onto the arm he held you with. The runes made your head hurt as you struggled in his grip. Your arms were pinned to your sides and your feet were just barely lifted off the ground. You were completely trapped. 
The man moved his knife from your neck, and traced it down your chest and to your stomach, ripping through your clothes, and leaving a bloody gash in its wake. You winced at the pain and tears ran from your eyes. You could feel him smiling as he spoke through your hair into your ear. 
“Consider this payback, darlin’.” His caused you to shake with rage. Your face was red with emotion and tears wet your cheeks. 
He pressed one of his fingers passed your lips and you bit down as hard as you could, breaking skin and eliciting a crack from his now twisted joint. He dropped you in shock and reeled in pain. You had fallen to your knees and scrambled away from him, unsheathing your blade in the process.
“You little bitch!” He yelled. He walked towards you, backing you into a corner. He lunged at you, but stopped mid movement. A scythe ripped through his neck, decapitating the man. His head fell to the floor and his body slumped before you, revealing your savior, Kayn. He rushed towards you and examined your injuries. 
“Are you okay?” he asked in a panicked tone. You were dazed and losing blood fast and all you could do was nod weakly just before passing out. 
You woke up in a bed, beside you Kayn, who had been sleeping in a chair. He had a look of unrest about his face. You lifted the gown that you were dressed in to see the wound the man had left, but you were met with a fully sealed scar that stretched from your collarbone to your abdomen. Part of you wondered how long you’d been asleep, until upon further inspection, you found the scar was still riddled with the scent of healing magic. You rubbed your eyes and stretched out your limbs.
“Kayn?” You said in a sleepy voice. The sound of his name woke him and he immediately turned to you. 
“You’re awake. Are you alright? Does it hurt?” He pelted several questions at you, not letting you answer them as he cut himself off to explain what happened when they brought you back to the temple. Akali had bathed you and cleaned your wounds, and a woman named Karma had come to heal your wounds with her magic. You cracked a smile. His attention to your well being would have been expected out of anyone else but Kayn, which left you confused yet pleasantly surprised.
“Who are you and what did you do to Kayn?” You interrupted. Kayn’s face flushed but then brightened as you joked; the humor telling him you were still in your right mind. But his smile only lasted briefly as he had remembered what he’d been waiting to say to you. 
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at you with pure remorse and guilt written all over his face. There was no need to elaborate, as he and you both knew what he was referring to. He had realized that you meant a lot more to him than he knew and it wasn’t until he saw you stare death in the eye when it hit him. The potential of losing you was too much to bear and he swore to Zed and Akali that he’d spend night and day by your side making sure you wouldn’t slip away from him. 
You got out of bed and stood up in front of him to give yourself better access to his face. Looking up at him you reached for his jaw. You cupped his face and rubbed your thumb against his cheek to comfort him. You too were realizing how much he really meant to you; the reason you felt so dejected every time he’d return nothing but stone to your kindness. The emotions that traveled from the back to the front of your mind left you dumb. You hurriedly wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your head into his chest, holding on like this would be the first and last time you’d ever get to embrace him. Kayn stood a little confused for a moment before melting into the hug. One of his hands held the back of your head, while the other wrapped tightly around your shoulders. His response quelled your anxiety.
“I accept your apology,” you said into his bare chest. He loosened his grip and you pulled back and looked up at him. He wiped a tear from your eye just as it was falling and pulled your face towards his own. Your eyes widened as his lips connected to yours, but they’d soon fall closed as you relaxed and leaned into the kiss.
It was hard and brief and left you pining for his lips when he pulled away. 
“I don’t think you understand how badly I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” you said with red cheeks and pupils agape. The words left your mouth before you could process the thought itself. All the nothingness Kayn had given you the past several months had culminated into this single action. 
“Maybe if I had been nicer to you, you would have gotten it sooner,” He responded with a smile.
“Hmm, maybe I like it when you’re mean,” you teased, subconsciously biting your lip. The taunt lit a flame of lust within Kayn.
“Is that so?” he countered in a growl, which had been completely foreign to you. His mouth crashed into yours with unmatched intensity. His strength left you no choice but to let him take control. To this, he bit your lip and tangled his fingers in your hair. You mimicked his movements as he slipped his tongue past your lips. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around him without breaking apart and he quickly supported you by grabbing onto the back of your thighs. You were practically begging for him with every movement you made.
You pulled back for a breath and looked at his beautiful face that had yearning and desire written all over it. He lowered your back onto the bed, making sure not to break the contact. His arms caged you against the mattress, allowing him to dive into the crook of your neck. He nipped at your pressure points, making your face and body grow even warmer. The mews you let out at bruises he was sucking into your skin were making his erection increasingly difficult to hide.
His hands began to roam as he continued to bite and nip at different spots on your neck and chest, leaving you with an ever-worsening ache between your thighs. The thin material of your nightgown didn’t do so much as to cover the hardening buds of your breasts. Through the fabric Kayn brushed against your nipple before clamping his thumb and forefinger down on it. The sudden shock of pleasure with a tinge of pain sent your head reeling. In return, you ran your hand from his chest down to the valleys of his abs. Your touch caused the tent in his trousers to twitch and you slipped your fingers just past his waistband. 
“So needy… You know I’ve been serving you all night, pet.” Kayn said with a tantalizing tone in your ear. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and you went straight for the bait. You begged, quieting your voice to a mewl and making sure to look up at him right into his eyes. 
“What a good girl,” he said in a low rumble, dripping with lust. You let your knees fall apart and he firmly planted his hips between your thighs. The air felt cool against your heat as he began grinding into you at a frustratingly slow pace. His elbows were at either side of your head, giving you room to pull off your dress. As you tossed it to the side he caught your hands above your head and pinned your wrists to the mattress. You looked at his face in wonder and watched his eyes grow dark as he ran his other hand down your body. The feather light contact sparked a shiver down your spine and left goosebumps. He circled your entrance and spread your wetness between your folds, causing you to gasp and buck your hips into his hand. Your head fell back and he dotted your neck with kisses and nips once more. He slipped a single finger in, then a second, curling them, sending out waves of pleasure with every movement. He rubbed your clit in slow tormenting circles with his thumb. With every breathy moan you let out, his cock grew harder. Realizing the unfairness of the situation, he broke away and stripped himself of the cloth that separated the two of you, kicking them to the side. You sat up and gawked at his length, which he held at the base to showcase to you. He was decently long and thick, with a perfect blush tip, and absolutely rock hard. 
He pushed you back onto the bed and kneeled between your legs. 
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, with an ambiguous demeanor. It was almost a double entendre; while he was taunting you he was also making sure he wasn’t doing anything you didn’t want. The attention he’d been paying to your wants and needs drove you crazy. All you could do was nod in response and hum in approval. Kayn gripped you by your thighs and pulled you towards him. Starting from your clit, he pressed his tip into the soft skin, then dragged down, lining himself up with your entrance; wasting no time he slid himself in with a groan. The pleasure made Kayn’s name tumble from your kiss-swollen lips. He pushed in halfway, before taking a small pump, then bottoming out. You arched your back, making him reach spots that were unimaginably deep. He leaned over you, groaning in your ear, slowly thrusting in and out of you. You pressed your hands to his chest as he rocked his hips with yours. His elbow supported his weight beside your head and the other hand to gripped at your jaw. He pulled your head down to look at your face and see the pleasure in your eyes. 
“God, I’ve been wanting to see you like this since the day you first fought me,” he said between grunts. “I felt so defeated, but now you’re finally under me.” Your eyes fell half-lidded as he trailed his tongue down to your nipple.
“I really thought pushing you away would stop me from fucking you, but you proved me dead wrong,” he continued to babble about his fantasies, as they manifested on a silver platter in front of him. 
You couldn’t help but think back on the moment you were on top of him. The tension then was almost as tightly wound and tangible as the coil in your core was right now. Kayn’s lewd thoughts weren’t unrequited, as you would often find yourself imagining the obscene acts on your own in the dead of night. 
The reminiscing spurred a new vigor within him and he picked up a merciless pace.
With every pound, you felt yourself stumbling closer to the edge. Small kisses were pressed to your lips which condescended the tempo he had set between your legs. 
His strokes became more and more uncoordinated and with your lips barely touching, he pulled you close and came with a groan of your name.
The stimulation gave you the final push into your climax. Clawing at his back, you fell into pure ecstasy and came around him. He slumped to the side of you and pulled you close into his chest. Nuzzling into him, you let out a satisfied sigh.
“Thank you,” you hummed into his chest. 
“What for?” he asked, smoothing over the hair on the top of your head. 
“Taking care of me,” you responded, lifting your head out of his chest to look up at him.
“Thank you. You should get fatally wounded more often,” he teased as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back into his chest.
“Shut up,” you said with a muffled giggle. 
Akali ran through the curtains with great panic, before stopping and sighing with relief.
“Oh good, I thought you two were killing each other. Come out and get breakfast while its still hot,” she said said with a smile. You and Kayn were wide-eyed Akali began to walk away. 
Mid step she froze, 
“Wait,” she turned and looked at the both of you. “Oh my God.” She said, eyes widening and face turning red. 
“Sorry!” her voice cracked with raw embarrassment, running out of the room with her hands over her eyes. 
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duckchu · 5 months
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Gonna do Heartsteel nsfw alphabet
First one up Kayn!
Fem bodied reader (spreading my bi Kayn agenda everywhere I go)
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Kayn tries his best but he's just...not very good at aftercare. He will bring you a bottle of water but that's the most he'll do, unless you ask him for something. Although he enjoys if you take care of him after sex
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On him, probably his abs, he likes them and thinks they look good. He doesn't put too much thought into picking a favourite body part. On you, it's your thighs, he loves them. He likes holding onto them when fucking you and he likes having his head crushed by them when eating you out
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Likes to make a mess out of you, probably has a (consentualy taken) picture of your face covered with his cum. His favourite spot to come on are your breasts and face
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He has no secrets. But the closest thing would be how he sometimes takes some of your clothes when going on tour since they smell like you and let him feel like he's near you
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Probably had his way with a fan or 2, maybe even with a member of Heartsteel earlier but did he learn much during any of those? No, he needs time to figur you out
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything where he can see your face, he doesn't care about the specifics
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Depends on his mood, if he's fucking you to calm down from being mad, he's really serious but other times he can laugh
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's pretty well groomed, some hair but not out of control. As much as he seems like the person to dye his pubes, he tried once and never again. He's jet black down there
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
If it's just a quickie, it's on and gone, not really romantic but if he's back from tour after not seeing you for months, even a year? You can feel the pure desperation to fuck you radiate from him as he whispers in your ear how much he missed you and how much he wants you, maybe even decorating the bedroom before hand (rarely)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If he has you, why? He used to masturbate frequently but now he just goes out and finds you for a quickie. Now he only pleasures himself if you're away and he doesn't have access to you (if he's touring you can even get a video call of him doing it~)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Knife play, maybe even drawing a little blood, kinda voyeurism, while not outright fucking in front of someone, he enjoys the possibility of being caught having a quick moment with your backstage right before he goes on stage. Also breathplay
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Wherever, you've done it practically everywhere, he doesn't care for the place he cares for the feeling of being inside you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Wear something with even a little boob window and he'll go crazy. Also if you're bratty to him. While he's not big on taming, he likes when you stutter over insulting him while he pushes his dick in deeper
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would do everything ngl
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Like I said earlier, he loves having his head crushed by your thighs when eating you out, although he also enjoys looking at you below him, choking on him, it's probably 50/50 for him, although he isn't very skilled, he's learning
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
If he's fucking out his frustration? Merciless. He will rough to the point of actual tears. But other times, if you want him to, he can go slower, though the prefers it fast and hard
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes. Frequently. He's busy being a star, he can't spend a lot of time with you (though he would like to) so quickies are the next best option, usually in a risky place like backstage, right in the earshot of his band members or on the couch in their apartment while they'll be back any minute
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Huge risk taker, he's willing to try anything everywhere
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Not too bad, most of your sessions last 2 rounds, maybe 3, but those rounds are long so it's enough to satisfy you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Like I said, willing to try anything, probably has some from before he was with you and willing to buy new ones if you want
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
This fucking brat. He's really a tease, making fun of you for your lewd expressions, edging you for long times...He should be glad you haven't taken your revenge. Yet.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
If it's a risky spot, he can be quiet, but when it's just you two? He's loud as fuck. He moans and pants right into your ear, breathlessly telling you how good you are (or how much of a slut you are, depending on his mood)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If he could, he'd like to have a threesome with you and Ezreal or Aphelios
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Nice and thick, 3,5 inches, has a frenum piercing
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Usually once a week, sometimes higher sometimes lower, definitely higher when he hasn't seen you for a long time
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Usually will stay up for about an hour and play with your hair or just don't fall asleep and make some music
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Sorry if it's ooc also idk why the length is in inches, I'm not even American lmao also first time writing nsfw please do give feedback
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redtsundere-writes · 5 months
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vewyscawywriting · 1 year
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Scythes and Kisses
Fandom: League of Legends
Pairing: Rhaast x F!Summoner!Reader x Kayn
Wordcount: 2541
Tags: Vaginal and oral sex, a little bloodplay, marking, rhaast has a ridged dick
Summary: When Kayn AND Rhaast walk into the room you are in, you should already know what's gonna happen to you.
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You and Kayn were friends with benefits. A lot of benefits. This relationship had formed ever since he and you first had made a contract together, and you were quickly charmed by the (some would call) edgelord. 
Other than his lore and his looks you didn't think he was that much of an edgelord personality wise though. As a matter of fact you thought he was pretty normal his entire life considered. 
Something that definitely wasn't normal was the fact that both him and Rhaast walked into the living room when you were just lounging about. 
"What in the-" you started, as your eyes fell upon the Darkin, free from his Scythe prison, and Kayn, free from the Darkin. That wasn't normal. There was no way this could happen. But after you blinked a couple of times, taking in both men - and taking them in well -, you decided that what the hell, stranger things had happened in this room.
"Welcome, both," you said, eyes still glued to both men, who were kind of just... standing in the doorway, as if they too had no idea what to make of their separate bodies. "Um, what happened?"
A strange look came over both of them as you spoke, their eyes on you as well. No words were spoken between them, though it did feel like they came to a conclusion together, especially with the way a grin grew on both their faces while they made their way to you. 
"Guys?"
You were grabbed by Rhaast, who threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass for good measure. 
"Hey!" you yelled as you were taken to your bedroom, and thrown on the bed without much ceremony. You bounced a couple times before you were pinned by Kayn. 
"Hey," he said, and grinned at your frowning face. "Remember that time we had sex with Rhaast corrupting half of me? And he was all pissy he couldn't actually be there for real to fuck you into next week?"
Well, how could you forget. 
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Kayn was above you, smirking down at your naked form on the bed. After letting him get a pentakill he was quite pleased with your  summoning performance, and you were with his'. More than anything Kayn needed some relief after a great fight like that, the adrenaline still flowing through his veins. 
"So, how do you want it today, Summoner?" he asked, corrupted hand petting your cheek. He was more affected by the corruption than usual, thanks to using Rhaast extensively last battle, and you noticed it in his behaviour as well. He seemed on edge; he asked what you wanted, but you knew he couldn't be patient today. 
"Hard and fast," you said, taking mercy on him, but also that's what you wanted from him at this moment. And you knew he could give it to you that way today, with a little help from the Darkin in his head.
"As you wish," he grabbed a lock of hair and kissed it, like a calm moment before the storm. His lower half rutted into yours, making you keenly aware of his throbbing erection. You were sure he'd been half hard since the fight, having to hide his arousal from the others; both champion and summoner, as he'd walked the halls back here to take care of it. The thought made you shiver, as you grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to you to smash your lips together. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, as he pushed inside of you. The moment he was in both of you let out sighs of relief. 
Suddenly Kayn shuddered, the corruption on the side of his face crawling over his skin, left eye glowing ominously down at you. He groaned, arching downwards, but he managed to hold himself up above you with his uncorrupted arm. His corrupted arm shivered and twitched, claws flexing around your hips. 
"Are you all right, Kayn?" you asked, a little concerned, but also so full of him. 
"Yess, give me... a second," he hissed out, as if that convinced you of his 'all-right-ness'. "Shut up, Rhaast, let me do this and shut the fuck up."
Oh, he was having an internal battle with the Darkin. It happened from time to time, especially when you two (or was it three?) were having sex it seemed, but usually it only took a little bit of persuasion from Kayn for Rhaast to quiet down, enjoying the feeling from inside of his host. This time, however, Rhaast didn't feel like backing down, and Kayn's corrupted hand tightened around your hipbone, talons digging into your skin. 
"Little human whore," Kayn grated out in Rhaast voice and you startled, tightening around his dick that was still throbbing inside of you, "... Rhaast, fuck. off." was added in Kayn's own voice, and you couldn't help but let out a sound of pleasure. "She's mine."
Ah.
"Rhaast, why don't both of you enjoy me," you added, voice a little (much) higher and more breathy than usual, "Come one, we don't have to fight?"
You just really couldn't take it anymore, you needed him to move, whether that was Kayn himself moving or Rhaast. His dick was filling you so well, and you were throbbing around him, so eager and hot.
"I'll have you one day, little Summoner, and I'll fuck you for real." Rhaast said through Kayns mouth, but it seemed Kayn had won once again, as the Darkin retreated after those words, a growl the last thing escaping Kayn before he took control back.
"Yeah, one day," Kayn said, panting slightly, "Over my dead body."  'That's the point' echoed in his head, but he ignored it, deciding instead to focus on your body once again. 
His eyes locked onto yours once more, corruption retreating slightly, but not gone by far. He had control over his own limbs now, but you knew Rhaast was very much near the surface, watching, waiting impatiently, feeling all Kayn felt right now.
"Now, where were we."
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"Yes, I remember," you murmured, smirking. "So Rhaast, you're gonna fuck me for real?"
Kayn was pushed off you, and Rhaast's face came into view, his arms thumping into the bed on the sides of your face, mattress indenting from his weight. Kayn yelled out a "hey!", but what was he gonna do against the monster that was now on top of you.
"Oh, you don't even know," Rhaast growled to you, long tongue coming out to lick his sharp teeth. His glowing red eyes bored into yours for just a moment of intimacy before you were grabbed by his large talons, and manhandled onto your stomach. He had his hardening dick against your ass instantly, and you groaned at both the feeling of dizziness and him. You realized he had been unclothed from the moment you saw him, but there was nothing down there before. Aatrox - another Darkin - filled your thoughts, and you realized he had nothing down there either in his normal state. Something was definitely rubbing against your lower lips right now though, something with a lot of ridges and bumps if you were feeling it right.
All thoughts flew from your brain the moment he pushed the head inside of your opening, and you moaned a high pitched sound at the intrusion. "Fuck, Rhaast... All the way, please..."
You needed to feel him all the way inside of you, needed to fill those ridges and bumps. Needed him.
"So demanding. How about you keep that pretty little mouth shut while I do the work, hm? Or better yet, keep that mouth occupied with something else."
Kayn had appeared in front of you - fully unclothed as well - and he grinned, thick dick almost slapping you in the face. You immediately opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out a little, and Kayn let out an appreciative groan, as he grabbed your face with his (now uncorrupted) hands, and tilted it up a little to him. 
"Good," he said, as he softly stroked your cheek. You took him gingerly in your mouth and Rhaast took this moment to slam inside of you full force, making you instantly deep throat Kayn as well because of the force that slammed you forwards. 
You groaned around the dick in your mouth, which in turn made Kayn groan as well. The vibrations traveling from your mouth up his dick making him shiver a bit, as he tried not to thrust even deeper. Rhaast let out a growl as well, telling you in no uncertain terms how hot and tight you were and how much he enjoyed you. 
"Better take us well," he growled as he started a punishing rhythm. You were attempting to push back on his (fucking ridged!!) dick while sucking of Kayn, but from the start you realized this was practically impossible. Rhaast was just too rough, and the only thing you could really do was have your mouth open around Kayn as you groaned and slobbered over his length. Kayn didn't seem to mind too much, his hand gently holding up your face as he used your mouth almost as roughly as Rhaast used your pussy. 
With every pull you could feel ridge after ridge drag across your walls, driving you insane. The thought 'and yet another cock shape added to the list' crossed your mind and you would have giggled if you had any semblance of control over your actions at this point.
"Rh-rhaafh-" you gasped around Kayn's dick, tears spilling over as every push and pull send you closer and closer to the edge. 
"Tight little slut," said Darking growled behind you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you back towards his muscular body with each hard slam inside of you, making you finally pop off Kayn's dick. Arms unable to support you fully you just decided to lay your upper body down on the bed as Rhaast ravaged you.
Kayn let out a dissapointed sound, but did nothing to change your position, opting instead to just watch Rhaast have his way with you. And your facial expressions. He could practically come from those and your sounds alone. His hand was around his dick, pumping in the rhythm of Rhaast' thrusts, as Rhaast suddenly decided he wanted to go a different route. 
You were turned around while he was still inside of you and you practically yelled, the rough treatment practically blinding you to your surroundings. He had stopped thrusting and when you found your bearings again his monstrous face was right in front of you. Rhaast's tongue came out to lick your cheek as he purred. "You're taking me so well, little human. You can take a little more..."He gestured downwards to where your pussy was engulfing his dick. 
You looked down through teary eyes, seeing a large, harshly ridged, bright red shaft, slowly inching its way out of your swollen lower lips. Moisture clung to it, giving it a nice sheen, and you looked on as he slowly pushed it inside again. His clawed hand came down to grope your breast, and then went down further to push against a bulge that had formed in your belly.
Shit.
You moaned pathetically as both of you looked on to his slow, deep penetration. Your hole greedily devouring him as he pushed in. The ridges pushed in piece by piece until he was fully in again, and he pulled out again slowly. This went on for a good minute, as finally Rhaast had enough.
He slammed it in full force once more, and you cried out, head thrown back.
Rhaast threw his head back too, laughing and groaning, ending the sounds in a purr that vibrated your entire body as he once again set a punishing pace. The vibrations from the purring and the ridges of his cock absolutely made you lose your mind as you felt every inch of him inside of you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
"You're gonna break her," Kayn said, voice strained from his delayed orgasm, but you didn't hear anything except the loud thumping of your heartbeat inside of your ears. A second heartbeat throbbing intensely in your core. The coil inside of your stomach broke without warning, and you sobbed out your pleasure, tightening further around Rhaast, who made a groaning noise himself, but didn't stop.
You tried to voice your thoughts, but nothing but nonsense came out. You yourself weren't even sure what you wanted to say, but you heard both men chuckle at your desperate attempt.
"My turn," Kayn said, but Rhaast hissed at the man.
"If you dare take her away I'm gonna continue with your tight hole, boy, so you'd better let me finish first."
A keen came from you as you registered that statement, but you were really just holding on for the ride, hurdling past the overstimulation towards your second orgasm.
You cried out something that could have been either or both their names, and took Rhaast with you, who growled and dove his head down to bite down over your right breast, drawing blood.
"Shit, Rhaast, be gentle!" Kayn hissed, but another gush of pre-cum left him at the sight of both you and Rhaast coming. The blood on your skin was a very titillating sight as well, as he softly brought his hand down to swipe a finger over the bite mark, drawing a line of blood over the unmarred skin of your belly, writing his name in blood because he could.
Kayn groaned, and pushed at Rhaast, who let himself be pushed away after having admired your spent visage enough. The moment your got your bearings and your eyes opened, you realized Kayn was now on top of you, his dick straining and dripping down on your stomach, and you couldn't help but buck up towards him. 
Honestly you weren't sure if you could take Kayn as well after this, but he was smaller than Rhaast and judging by the deep purple head and the twitching of his dick so very close to coming, so you gasped out a hoarse: "Please, Kayn..."
He didn't let you change your mind as he slipped himself inside of your abused pussy. Rhaast's cum spurted out in thick globs as Kayn pushed inside and you barely had the strength in you to moan at the intrusion. 
Kayn moaned deep at the feeling of your wet insides, and started a quick, uneven rhythm. It was obvious that he wouldn't last long, but he still managed to get a third orgasm out of you by rubbing your clit in small circles. Your third orgasm took everything out of you, and you blacked out for a second.
As you slowly came to you realized Rhaast and Kayn were laying on either side of you. Kayn reading a book and looking over when you woke up, and Rhaast playing with your hair and purring.
You tried to find your voice, realizing you had been cleaned up and redressed. "That sure was something." you said, voice hoarse, but the satisfied glow on your face told both men enough.
"A little lacking if you ask me," Rhaast said, and Kayn shot him a glare. "Next time I expect to be able to come twice, little one. Not ifs or buts. You better prepare."
With a sigh your eyes closed. Shit. You weren't sure if you could take that.
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aniellasummers · 4 months
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My first work in this Ezkayn fandom! Adding into the brain rot here!
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fictionfordays · 4 months
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Heartsteel Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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Tags: [fluff — f | angst — a | smut — s | dark content — dc]
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ao3feed-rarry · 2 years
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The Uprising Book 1
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/uiwQg47
by DaisyGirl5
My own take on the Ascension by Megamatt09.
Harley Potter was a interesting girl. She was the smartest in her class. She spent. her time, studying to be the best and making the best out of her misery. One day, she gets a letter to Hogwarts and decides to take a risk. She makes friends, enemies and even finds out more about herself.
Female! Harry. Harley/Aphelios/Mamoru/Shinji/Sasuke/Multiple other boys.
Words: 5085, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of The Uprising
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Cookie Run (Video Game), Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, League of Legends, Puyo Puyo (Video Games), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Naruto, Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Neon Genesis Evangelion
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Aphelios (League of Legends), Female Harry Potter - Character, Harry Potter, Uchiha Sasuke, Chiba Mamoru, Ikari Shinji, Levi Ackerman, Kirishima Eijirou, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Shieda Kayn, Hermione Granger, Ezreal (League of Legends), Eren Yeager
Relationships: Harry Potter/Aphelios (League of Legends), Harry Potter/Shinji Ikari, Harry Potter/Uchiha Sasuke, Chiba Mamoru/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Multi, Kaminari Denki/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Levi Ackerman/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Kirishima Eijirou, Schezo Wegney/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Damian Wayne, Harry Potter/Bill Weasley, Harry Potter/James Potter, Harry Potter/Herb Cookie (Cookie Run), Harry Potter/Kayn Shieda
Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Female Protagonist, no ron bashing, There is Hermione Bashing though, Hermione Granger Bashing, Harry is Harley, Reverse Harem, Lemon, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Incest, Good Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley Friendship, Good Petunia Evans Dursley, Draco Malfoy & Ron Weasley Friendship, Souryuu Asuka Langley Being an Asshole, Cookies are human in this universe, Threesome - F/M/M
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raiko-exe · 6 years
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Electrocute
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Summary: The art of keystone mastery isn't for amateurs. Kayn, Irelia, and a bit of magic. [Cover Art] Characters: Kayn/Irelia Rating: M for non-explicit sex Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Lime FFN: x AO3: x
Kayn watched as Irelia went to retrieve a small square of silk from her belongings. Within it was some sort of clear gem, unassuming to the eye but vastly important.
Keystone magic, she told him, was just as imperative as his own mastery of she shadow arts or her own mastery of blades. But instead of ancient scrolls or tomes, their power remained sealed in said gems harvested around the world runes that remained dormant until channeled correctly.
The sound of joints cracking sounded from Kayn's position on the tatami as he attempted full lotus. Though young and limber, his flexibility admittedly needed some work.
"I take it you don't meditate very often," she teased. Her bare feet padded across the room before settling onto her knees in front of him.
"Not really," he muttered, recalling the difficulty he'd encountered with it during his training at the monastery.
Irelia placed the square between them, the keystone atop it. Her slim fingers brushed his forearm as she reached for his hands.
"You're tense," she said with a small frown, noting the rigidness of his shoulders.
Kayn let out a slow breath, sagging slightly without breaking posture. His larger hands felt clumsy and imprecise in hers, but her grasp was firm and confident in him.
The blade dancer waited until his breathing had eased. "Are you ready?"
He nodded, willingly.
Carefully, Irelia transferred the keystone into his open palm where it began to flicker with veins of white-red.
"Know the power of domination."
He felt it all way to the roots of his eyelashes. Everything in him pleaded to pull away, to let the stone fall and scald the ground beneath him. His fingertips blackened and the sickening smell of his own charred flesh pervaded the air.
"Master it, Kayn. Find where it lives within you and tame it."
He scarcely heard her. His eardrums rattled with the crackle and destruction of lightning. Her face was obscured by the smoke of burning wildfire left in its wake. His lungs became clouded with ashes he felt like dry timber being split in two.
It had been a few months already since his first taste of her. Though both fighters, her smooth, slender form seemed mismatched against his that was pitted and puckered with old wounds. But flush together like pages in a book, she was cool against the fevered warmth of his chest as he explored every inch of her. He seethed with hot blood as she breathed the biting air of the storm rattling against the windows.
His hands licked her curves like flames on lantern glass, fingertips dragging over the dip of her back, the mound of her breast, the hollow of her navel. He made her cry out in ways that surprised them both, whimpers against his neck sending shocks down every one of his nerve endings. Her hands traveled the paths of defined muscle as she mounted him, and he found the flare of her hips to guide the rhythm. Her hottest point was tight around him as he arched into her, and with a deliberately deep thrust he made her quake from her very core. The resounding cry became swallowed by the roar of thunder outside as she rode through her pleasure, and then it became too much. Like lightning splayed across the night sky, he burst within her with a cry of his own, consuming and consumed.
And then he was calm. Still as a great tree in the rainy season, the blisters healed, his lungs cleared, and the air filled with the heady perfume of spring — wild grasses, flowers, and mist.
Kayn opened his eyes cautiously, letting the olive tones of the room filter through one eye before both, then looking into his palms. The keystone glowed steadily now, veins twisting together to shape a single bolt of lightning. He placed it back onto the square of fabric, channeling enough electricity to spark between his fingers as he did so.
"Impressive, young pupil," Irelia smiled wryly. "The magic is yours."
The shadow reaper grunted dismissively as she gathered the keystone to store once again, following as she did so with her back to him. In a single, calculated move, he had her pinned against the wall, still-hot hands snaking into the silk of her hair at the nape of her neck with dominance.
Irelia's gaze only faltered for a moment, almost like she'd expected such a thing to happen. Pulling him closer, she pressed her hips against him like it were a challenge.
Kayn smirked. He could do better, and he intended to prove it.
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fckmefull · 2 years
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woke up and chose violence
Rating: Explicit
Categories: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Fandom: League of Legends
Characters: Darius, Jericho Swain, Braum, Samira, Shieda Kayn, Sett, Zed, Sylas, Vladimir, Malcom Graves, Draven, Khada Jhin
Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Plot what Plot/Porn without Plot, Smut, Shameless Smut, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, NSFW, Murder, Fetish, Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Contain Spoilers
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-01-12
Updated: 2022-01-12
Words: 840
Chapters 1/12
SUMMARY
Once in a while the Council will decide they want a new Champion. A new shiny thing to dangle before their enemies eyes. You are one of the chosen to battle in the Arena. A battle to the death, which will be followed by the Arena Ball.
Surprise, surprise, you're the shiniest of them all.
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minnaci · 3 months
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POST-SHOW AFTERGLOW
contents: heartsteel!shieda kayn x afab gn!reader (reader's anatomy is described using the words "pussy", "cunt", "clit", and "cervix"), bottom!reader, use of insertive sex toys by reader, kayn walks in on reader masturbating, established relationship, bedsheet banter, fingering, penis-in-vagina sex, cervix mention, light dumbification, creampie, post-coital cockwarming
watching kayn perform live never fails to get you hot and bothered. luckily, kayn is always willing to take responsibility.
or, kayn fucks reader after a heartsteel concert. it's ridiculously good.
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there's a wild sort of energy that ebbs and flows around kayn post-show. adrenaline— lightning in a bottle. he's on top of the world. he'd win any fight. he's ready for anything—
his train of thought comes to an abrupt end as he nudges open the door to your bedroom, and immediately, every cell in his body is subsumed by the low-burning embers of arousal.
he is not ready for this.
blankets lay crumpled around your spread legs. you're an angel, every curve caressed by soft light, and your eyes are squeezed shut as you fuck yourself on a thick dildo.
kayn recognizes that toy. it's the one that's the closest to his size and shape. you only use it when you're feeling particularly needy for him, or when you miss him. a soft, tender ache blooms in his chest.
"kayn," you whimper, sugar sweet. you don't seem to have noticed him, lost in your own world of pleasure. "kayn, please, please, i need you, please—"
your voice breaks on a sob, and kayn's mouth goes dry. his fingers curl with the need to take.
"what a nice surprise." kayn's smirk widens into a full, cocky grin when your eyes fly open and you squeak with surprise.
"kayn!" your hands scramble to pull the toy out, and kayn greedily watches as your pretty hole gapes ever so slightly, fluttering around air. another shot of heat, straight to his cock.
"oh, don't stop on my account," kayn says. "i'm just enjoying the show."
your resultant pout creases right between your eyebrows, and he lets loose a laugh, crossing the room in three eager, bounding steps to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue flickers out, and he licks into your mouth. he loves how you melt in his arms, how you always let him in so easily. you're so perfect for him. he's just about to crawl into bed and show you just how perfect he thinks you are when—
"shower first," you murmur against his lips, as if you hadn't been making a mess of the sheets for hours before he came home.
"but—" kayn knows exactly what you're about to say. he's got "dirty" clothes on, so he can't get on the bed, which is "clean". but can anyone really blame him when you look so tempting, so obscene, that his brain hurts from how hard his cock is?
"kayn—"
"hear me out." he presses a few sweet, pleading kisses to your cheeks, relishing in the way you melt under his easy affection.
"...fine."
"you're so beautiful, baby. look at you all fucked out. do you really expect me to make it a whole shower without jerking off? and if i jerk off, i'll cum, and there won't be anything left in the ol' sacks to fill you with."
you raise an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. damn it. looks like kayn has to bring out the big guns.
"...i'll wash the sheets after we're done," kayn adds. "so they'll be clean again."
"you really want me so bad you'd do laundry for me?" you swoon dramatically— a feat when you're already laying in bed. "is this what it means to be loved?"
"you're a menace," he says. it can't be legal for you to be both cute and devastatingly sexy at the same time. fuck, he loves you so much he swears he'll explode with it. his chest tightens. his fists clench. he can't stand it.
he pounces onto you, heart singing at the elated little yelp you let out as he presses a flurry of kisses to your face.
"i love you," kayn growls, incongruously aggressive for how sweet the words are. his fingers find their way between your thighs, rubbing where you want it the most. he dips inside, just a little, but you tense as if he's shoved all five (and a half!) inches inside of you at once.
"love you— love you too, kayn—"
fuck, he could listen to you saying his name just like that for years, and he'd never go soft.
"relax for me, baby." he stretches you in gentle, practised movements, head spinning as you obey, body going pliant under his covetous hands. you're so perfect for him, already soft and wet from your earlier stint with your toy. your lips find his weak spot— the tender patch of skin right between the junction of his neck and jaw— and he groans, feeling a little insane as you rock back against his fingers, dripping sweet and sticky like warm honey.
"i can't hold back much longer," he says, voice strangled.
"so don't." your breath catches as the tip of his finger brushes against your sweet spot, so he does it again, just to hear you gasp. he could get lost in this, this pleasure of playing your body like the finest of instruments, pulling sound after needy, dripping sound from your pretty mouth.
"kayn— kayn, please, stop teasing, don't hold back, please, i need you—" the sheer desperation in your voice makes kayn's blood sing with pleasure, and he gently removes his fingers from your aching hole, much to your chagrin. you line up the head of his cock with your entrance, shuddering as it pulses a thick glob of pre-cum over your skin. "inside, inside, please—"
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there's nothing quite like the initial stretch of kayn's cock as he bullies his way inside of you. he's so thick, and the way he's got you folded makes him feel even bigger. your jaw hangs slack, every nerve trembling with anticipation.
the tip of his cock nudges inside, and you both let out twin moans. your cunt is hungry for it. desperate, even— your gaze goes hazy and unfocused as your pussy sucks softly at his tip.
"so fucking good," he groans. "how are you so fucking good every time?"
if you could speak, you'd say that you could ask him the same thing, but any semblance of coherent speech is knocked from the forefront of your mind as he eases deeper into you. every additional inch of his hot, throbbing cock only serves to make your mind go blank with pleasure. your eyes roll back, flutter shut.
"fuuuck, that's it, baby. feels good, doesn't it?" kayn shudders as he bottoms out. the very tip of his cock kisses a spot deep inside, so sensitive that it sends a thrill up your spine. "there it is— there's that weak spot. yeah, let me use it against you, baby. 'm gonna fuck all that resistance right out of your pretty hole..."
he rolls his hips once, twice, giving a few deep, experimental thrusts. true to his word, his cock massages over your sweet spot. you can't fight the onslaught of sensation, and even if you could, you wouldn't want to. it's so, so good— too good to resist, too good to fight. pleasure melts your brain, turning every coherent thought you might have had to gooey bliss.
your jaw hangs slack. your head spins. pleasure curls around your limbs, pulling you to new heights of mindless need.
"yeah, that's right. this is what you needed, isn't it?"
you don’t have to reply— the answer is written in the slight crossing of your eyes, the subtle trembling of your ribcage, the thin line of saliva that drips from the corner of your mouth. heat builds in your core, spreading like fire across your skin, and you let loose a long moan.
“kayn…” you struggle to make eye contact, lucidity slipping through your fingers with every devastating thrust.
“no thinking,” he says. his thumb finds your clit. the added stimulation makes it all too easy to obey. any semblance of logical thought dissipates into hazy pleasure. you wouldn’t be surprised if your brain was leaking straight out of your dripping cunt.
“no thinking,” you repeat dumbly, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. your fucked-out gaze meets his, and he curses under his breath, cock pulsing inside of you. through it all, he continues rubbing those maddening, mind-melting circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
heat envelopes you, swallows you whole and digests you, transforming you into a being of need and pleasure. your nerves sing with molten arousal. every touch, every breath, every heartbeat only sends you spiraling further and further into the depths of debauchery.
“that’s it, baby, let me make you feel good, yeah, yeah—” kayn babbles, his hips stuttering out of rhythm. it makes his cock slide in that much deeper, makes his thumb slip just right against the hood of your clit, and— and—
you fall apart on his cock with a wail, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. it burns through you, sets the stars ablaze behind your eyelids. your sanity shatters as you all but convulse, gorging yourself on decadent sensation.
thick, creamy warmth floods your insides, and you practically purr at the way the tip of kayn’s cock kisses the sensitive mouth of your cervix. he’s still mumbling mindless praises against the soft skin of your neck even as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. his voice takes on an edge of wretched desperation. “so good, so good, it hurts, baby, hurts good, i— i— fuck…”
he collapses over you, sheathing himself balls-deep with a groan. the last dregs of his cum drool from his tip, dribbling over your sensitive walls. your pussy flutters around him in response, hungry for every last drop of him, and he nearly whimpers at the added sensation. pain and pleasure swirl around you in a heady cocktail of hormones as you come down from your highs together.
when kayn kisses you, it feels right— the natural product of the raw desire that connects you. his lips move against yours sweetly, softly, and he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. the afterglow is made for kissing, for heavy petting, for the cooling of sweat and softening of breaths.
"what was that all about?" kayn murmurs in the hazy quiet, pulling you closer to him. you grumble a bit as his soft cock shifts inside of you, threatening to fall out, and he makes a soothing little noise, ignoring the pricks of painful overstimulation and focusing on keeping you nice and warm and full.
"what was what all about?"
"don't play, baby. what had you so needy tonight?"
"...ah." your face heats up, and you bury your nose in his chest. still, it doesn't muffle your next words. "you looked really, really good on stage tonight. i couldn't stop looking at your stupid bulge through your stupid leather pants."
the honestly is unexpected enough to subvert kayn's knee-jerk instinct to be insufferable and smug. he gapes at you. "you're so fucking cute."
“mhm,” you hum in agreement. “and you’re beautiful. so we match.”
there’s a frazzled sort of silence as kayn short-circuits from the praise. for someone who presents with such an inflated ego, his reaction to genuine compliments is nothing short of charming.
"so... the sheets?" you break the silence, only half-joking.
kayn groans. “i’ll wash them tomorrow. let me enjoy this, baby.”
“i’m holding you to it.” you bury your face in his chest, heart melting a bit as his lips brush over the crown of your head. dirty sheets or not, there’s nowhere else you would rather be than here, limbs tangled with his, soaking in your shared pleasure.
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duckchu · 5 months
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You guessed it, another Kayn x reader
This time it's smut
Which is my first time writing it so please do give me critique
Idk why but I feel so embarrassed posting this
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- My baaaack - You heard your roommate moan as he came back in
- What is it this time, Ez?- you asked, curious about the divas problems
- I had to come by bus and the seats suck.- He pouted. You knew he would much prefer to live with the band already, since he could just relay on them for driving him to places, but as they searched for an apartment, living with you was the next best option.
- And Kayn got kicked out by his roommates, again. So he's gonna have to crash on the couch...sorry- he almost whispered the last part. You were shocked. He told you a lot about this Kayn guy and you weren't really thrilled to meet him, especially if he was going to live with you. But oh well, if he really needed to...
The next day, as you were serving up dinner, you heard a knock on the door. You opened them to see a pink haired man, dressed in a yellow hoodie and jeans. The colour combination of his hair + the top was... intresting but you didn't want to say anything. He quickly said hi to you and went to the living room, where Ezreal was waiting for him. After you two laid down some important rules (which Ezreal said was futile), you three ate dinner and, surprisingly, the conversation came naturally. You asked them about how the band was coming along, which in return they invited you for the shooting next week. After some taking, you said your goodnights and retreated to your room.
You woke up at 2 am, thirsty and noticing that the water bottle next to your bed was empty. You thought about committing serious crimes against Ezreal for not throwing it away when he finished it, but just went to the kitchen to get a new one. On the way there you overheard them talking.
- How did you find such a cute girl~- Kayn said, probably teasing your roomie.
- You just have to be as hot as me- surprisingly, Ezreal didn't fold right away as he usually did when you teased him about anything
- If I had a roommate like that I would - you couldn't hear the end of the sentence because you rushed to your room, not wanting to hear the ending. Well that was...an experience. You were blushing madly as you thought about the finish of Kayn's sentence. You knew this guy for less than 10 hours!
After that day you and Kayn started hanging out more, mostly because Ezreal was just so busy with magazine shoots and commercials. You two just sat around and talked, maybe playing some video games.
Kayn would never admit this, but he started liking you. He really enjoyed your company and felt like you were good enough to match him in insulting eachother (his love language).
Finally, a week went by, and the shoot they invited you for came. You walked in right as Ezreal was almost ran over by a car. That was...an experience. You waited till they were finished, really enjoying the chaos of the mv recording. After that, you wanted to go over and talk to Ezreal, maybe meet with someone from the band, but you were dragged off by Kayn.
He went into the dressing room with you
- We should be alone in here...- he said as he pressed you to the wall, crushing you with his body on yours, his breath hot on your neck as he started softly biting on it
- You want this right?- You were so surprised by this...he...wanted you in this way? You just quickly nodded as Kayn started getting rid of your clothes, first freeing your breasts then going over to your pussy. He pushed your panties to the side and put his dick in. You didn't even notice when he took off his pants. It was sudden and breathtaking. All you could think about was him and you, his lips and hands all over your body, greedily claiming you. You couldn't care less about the other members walking in on you.
That didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were here, back against the cold wall as Kayn fucked you, panting and whispering sweet words into your ear, about how good you were, sometimes changing it up and saying how much of a slut you are, just giving yourself to him like that ~
You felt so good right now...you bit on your hand to try and hold your moans as Kayn pushed in one last time, enough to make you undone as you came, panting and moaning, feeling yourself slide down the wall as he pulled out and came all over your breasts
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minnaci · 1 year
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°˖➴ · SHIEDA KAYN
post-show afterglow
smut (nsfw) · watching kayn perform live never fails to get you hot under the collar— can anyone blame you? luckily, kayn is always willing to take responsibility.
alphabet headcanons
headcanons (NSFW) · ever wonder how he is in bed? enjoy the abc's of the nsfw's with kayn!
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