TF2 X Reader OneShots (ReDux)

Sniper X Reader

"Your bed looks comfy~" He blushes deeply and lets go of me, going over to the bed and sitting on it. He then pats the spot next to him and turns on the TV. I sit next to him.

"So whaddya wanna watch, love?" I shrug.

"I dunno, what do you wanna watch?" He shrugs and kisses my forehead.

"Anything you're willing to." I smirk at him.

"Then how about 50 Shades?" He blushes so hard his cheeks go red.

"Been there, done that." I giggle quietly.

"But you haven't done it with me!" His blush worsens and he sighs.

"Fine..." He starts looking for it. I giggle and tug on his sleeve to get his attention.

"I was kidding, Snipes. put an action movie on or something. I don't like this stuff." He chuckles and his blush dies down. He switches the movie to Annihilation.

"(INSERT FRIEND NAME HERE) recommended this to me." I chuckle nervously.

"oh no...I can fit under your shirt, right? I'll probably be hiding under there for most of the movie." He blushes lightly and nods. I grin.

"Thank you." He stretches, then leans against the wall to watch the movie.

*later*

After the first scare, I hide under his shirt. I knew he'd be skinny, but I didn't expect him to be jacked as fuck. Six pack, toned chest...I was trying not to drool.

"Scared already, huh?~" I nod and blush deeply, trying very hard to contain myself. Once he goes back to watching the movie, I start rubbing his abs shamelessly. After a few rubs, I start running my hands over his whole torso. He chuckles huskily.

"You like that, huh?~" I nod and pull him down, kissing him desperately. He kisses back, holding my hip with one hand. The other hand was taking residence upon my ass. When he squeezed me, I separated the kiss and moaned quietly. He smirks and chuckles.

"Want me to stop, love?" I shake my head. He grins.

"Good. Because I wasn't going to~" He purrs into my ear. He moves down and starts kissing my neck. I whimper in pleasure, rutting my hips against him needily. (hey. hey Blaise. Holy mackerel on a cheesestick.)

He takes his hands off my body, choosing to unbutton his shirt instead. Once I'm free, I sit on his lap properly. He pauses the movie then gets his shirt off. Once he's done, my hands go right back on, memorizing every dip and hill, every muscle, every nook and cranny.

His hands slip up my shirt and rub my back, before slipping back out and coaxing me into a laying-down position. I smile up at him shyly. He grabs my shirt and starts pulling it off. I help him along a bit by putting my arms up. Once my shirt is off, he starts running his hands over me, memorizing every curve, every place that was a bit softer than the others, every place that made me shiver and bite my lip.

He pulls me into a sitting position again and kisses me. I kiss back, placing my hands on his shoulders. He undoes my bra, separates the kiss, pulls it off me, and throws it to a random place in the room. I blush and cover my chest, looking away from him. He smiles softly.

"Don't worry, love, there's nobody watching. You can trust me." I slowly uncover my chest. (and then grab a knife and stab him and he turns into a Spy the end.)

He places his hands on my (big or small, depending on your cup size) breasts and starts kneading them. I moan and put my hands on his forearms to try and steady myself. He chuckles and kneads a bit more before taking his hands off my chest and slightly pushing me off.

"Pants off, love. I don't like having clothes on when I do it." I nod and get off him, starting to take off my pants. He gets up and takes off his pants and underwear rather quickly. I feel myself get wetter at the sight of his member. How long was it? Seven, eight inches? He was hard as a rock as well. He sits back down on the bed and smirks at me.

"Need some help there?~" I nod sheepishly and blush. He turns to face me, then snakes his hands down my body, stopping on my fly. He repositions himself so that he's hovering over me, and my face lights up like Smissmas. I breathe in deeply, getting some of his scent.

He smelled like sand and old books, with a dash of firewood and a hint of some stinging cologne. It's cosy, homey, and something I wouldn't mind waking up to and going to sleep to. While I'm analyzing his scent, I didn't notice that he got my pants and panties off. When I notice, I cross my legs and flush in embarrassment.

"Oh, come on shei-la~" He rubs my thigh. I eventually relent. (as the Soviet Anthem plays from my likes list) Then he changes our positions. I'm sitting in his lap again, and he's sitting up. He leans against the wall and places his hands on my hips. I send him a questioning look. Then it clicks.

I blush madly and bite my lip, shifting so that I'm in a riding position. He starts pushing me down gently, slowly, coaxing me onto his member. I don't even notice I'm going down until his tip is inside. I blush harder and try to hide in his chest as he pushes me deeper. I whimper and he whispers sweet nothings to me until I'm seated at his hilt. He tilts my chin up to make me look at him.

"Are you okay with this?" I nod slowly. His hand goes back to my hip.

"Just say when, love." After a few minutes, I nod. He moves me slowly, getting me used to the feeling. I eventually start riding him on my own, albeit slowly. He helps me along the whole way. 

I start going faster, and he tips his head back and groans. I moan quietly and speed up, eliciting more sounds and reactions from him. Eventually, I hit a spot that tilts my vision. I arch my back and moan loudly, stopping for a moment. He grabs my hips and keeps me moving, making sure to hit that spot every time. I eventually can get back to bouncing up and down, moaning with every thrust. He grips my hips tightly.

"Watch out, love-!" He pulls me off him and onto his chest. He throws his head back and moans in ecstasy as he cums. I can feel some of it get onto my back. I blush and whimper, being so close to cumming myself.

He takes me off him and wipes himself off quickly, then flipping me onto my back. He puts his hands on my thighs and spreads me, moving downwards so he can eat me out. When he presses his mouth to my lips, I squeak. He looks up at me and grins.

"You ever had an Australian kiss?" I look at him curiously.

"What's an Australian kiss?" He chuckles.

"It's like a French kiss, but down under~" Then he starts lapping at my insides. I moan and grab his hair, tugging softly on it. I feel the knot in my stomach get even tighter, and I tighten my grip on his hair. He hums, and that pushes me to the edge.

"S-Sniper! I'm gonna-~" I moan loudly and arch my back as the knot releases. I pant heavily and lay back down. He chuckles.

"You taste lovely, (Y/N)." He lays down next to me and pulls me close to him. I nuzzle into his neck. He pulls the covers over us and we keep cuddling.

"Goodnight, Sniper." He kisses my forehead and brushes the hair out of my eyes.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)."