Valorant x Reader Oneshots

Gentle (NSFW) (Sova x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

After a long day and an even longer week, you decide to help Sova relax. 

GENRE: Fluff/Smut 

WORD COUNT: 845

WARNINGS: Nsfw (18+), Praise kink

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Sova sighs as he steps into the room. He's very clearly only just gotten back from some sort of assignment, having taken the time only to shower and change before coming to your room. He's exhausted and does little to hide it as he shrugs off his coat. You're at his side the moment his jacket is hung up. You lean up to kiss his cheek and though he smiles, it doesn't reach his eyes. You rest your palm against his cheek, not missing the way he immediately hums affectionately and leans into the touch.

"You're overworking yourself again," you chastise, frowning slightly.

He hums, closing his eyes and raising his hand to hold yours against his cheek for a moment before moving it to kiss your palm.

"I know. I'm sorry, I've been neglecting you, my love." He seems genuinely upset by the lack of time he's been able to spend with you this week.

"I'm not worried about me, Sova, I'm worried about you. You've been doing so much; you deserve to relax." You rest your other hand against his hip, guiding him gently towards the couch. He lets you pull him and sits down. He isn't surprised when you sit yourself in his lap, legs straddling his thighs. He smiles up at you.

There is no urgency in your kiss when you lean down and press your lips against his. You keep kissing him as you reach up and brush your hands through his hair, gently taking out the hair tie and letting his hair down. You can feel him shiver as you card your fingers through his hair and when you lean back his eyes stay closed for a moment. He's still smiling, and he looks the most at ease you've seen him in weeks. He opens his eyes and his cheeks are tinted a faint pink when he realizes you're staring.

"You're so pretty," you say honestly. He turns away from you, smiling as his blush deepens. You kiss his cheek. "I mean it, Sasha." You continue to pepper kisses all across his face, adoring the small laughs he lets out until you finally kiss his lips again. This time, the kiss is slow with a promise of something more. When you reach back and lightly pull at his hair, he groans into the kiss.

"Please," he breathes out, pupils blown and cheeks rosy as he looks up at you like you put the stars in the sky just for him.

"Just relax, let me take care of you," you answer, kissing him again. Your hand pushes the bottom of his shirt up and you ghost your nails over his stomach and chest. Your other hand abandons the hair that you had been tugging at to reach down between you and press against the steadily growing tent in his pants. You stop at the hem of his sweatpants and lean back to look at him. "Can I?" You ask and smile when he nods and whispers out another plea.

Pulling his pants down to his thighs is only a slight struggle given your position on the couch, but it's easy enough. You kiss his neck as you free his dick from his boxers and he moans low in his throat. You sit back to look at him as you brush your thumb over the tip, smearing the precum along the length. His eyes are closed again, his breathing heavy. The hand that isn't gripping your hip comes up to cover his mouth until you gently pull at it and intertwine your fingers. You love seeing him like this; all desperate and whimpering just for you.

"Come on now, love, I want to hear you. Can you be good for me?" He whines at your words as he nods. "Good boy." You twist your wrist and he lets his head rest against your shoulder, no longer muffling any of the whimpers or moans he lets out. You can tell he's getting close. His grip on your hip tightens and he repeats your name under his breath, begging you to keep going.

"That's it, let go, I've got you," you whisper by his ear, pressing a kiss to the skin just below.

As he comes around your hand with a moan, the tension melts out of him. You don't stop moving until he's finished. You reach to the box of tissues on the end table beside the couch and wipe everything up.

"Let me return the favour, my love," Sova offers as his hands rest on the hem of your pants. You shake your head with a smile.

"Another time. Tonight is for you, Sasha." You emphasize your point with a kiss. "Go lay down, I'll get us something to eat." You get up from your spot on the couch above him and he happily follows. Before he leaves your side to go to the bedroom, he kisses you once more.

"I love you," he says, voice full of adoration.

"I love you too. Now go rest," you answer with a laugh.