#Haa-chin

[laughableillusions]

Still figuring out how to draw this fucker

[eternityofend]

SAVE THE COW

MILK THE MILKMAN.

Pairing: F!Reader x Francis Mosses. (18+)

[ TW ] MINORS DNI 18+

NSFW, Overstimulation, Whimpering, Slight praise kink, Unprotected sex, Riding, Submissive Francis, Dominant Reader, Porn with no Plot, Blowjob, Biting, Kissing/Making out, Aftercare.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, I apologize if it isn't that good.

"Mmm..."

You coo, caressing Francis's face as you kissed him on the nose. How adorable he was for a man who didn't care much for others, merely focusing on his work instead of interacting with others.

You felt special, considering you were the only one he opened up to, the only one he'd talk to without shying away.

But it was only right.

You let out a ghost of a smile as you continue caressing Francis's cheeks with your hands, kissing his neck lightly as you felt him tremble by your touch. Every touch of your lips on his skin sent him vocally expressing just how truly sensitive he was, gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as Francis threw his head back, face redder than scarlet milk.

Francis breathes out heavily, his hand going behind your head to grip onto your hair as you continue to litter kisses on his neck without end.

"[Name]-"

Poor Francis, barely even able to speak out more than one word before suddenly releasing a high pitched moan, gripping tighter on your hair as he was caught by surprise by the bite you left on his neck.

Francis's entire body trembles, but he doesn't tell you to stop.

You lick your lips, leaning your head up as you took Francis's chin in your hand and made him face towards you.

He looks like a puppy because of his teary expression and red cheeks. You sigh, how adorable can this man get?

You take his lips into yours, slipping your arm behind his waist as you hum in content, kissing him with vigorous passion that you knew would make him struggle to get air after.

Francis whines, trying to kiss you back with the same passion you were giving him but the best he could do was open his mouth and let you take control, leaning back on the bed he was on.

"Francis.." You mutter his name, breaking the kiss as he panted, his lungs fighting to get air after making out with you for a minute straight.

Your fingers cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, staring at you in the eyes while panting quietly. You smile, pushing him on the chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed as you crawl on top of him.

"I'll take good care of you." You whisper into his ear, your hand already unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants.

"[Name].. please-" Francis mutters something with a rasp tone in his voice, gazing at you with such doe eyes that activates a bottomless pit of hunger, of lust, in you.

You pull down the last barrier that covered his dick, your eyes swirling in lust as it leaked pre-cum, the tip flushing a light flustered pink, sensitive to your touch.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good tonight, okay?" You whisper in a gentle tone, already rubbing his dick up and down with your hand, eager to make him orgasm within 5 minutes.

You wanted to break him, hear him scream out your name when he cums.

He was simply just so adorable.

Your pace increases, and you feel the slightest twitch of Francis's dick in your hand as he suddenly whimpers, moaning out words for you to slow down.

"Wait- Wait- Mmmm.. [Name] please- go slow!-" Francis chokes on his words as you did the complete opposite of what he wanted, throwing his head back, his hips thrusted up to match your pace. His eyes rolling back, as the only thing that came out of his mouth were broken moans.

"Haa.. Ha-" Francis grips onto the sheets, letting out a chorus of "Ah, Ah, Haa~" completely letting you know he felt good.

You exhaled, trying to control yourself as you felt yourself get even more aroused just by listening to how lewd his sounds were.

"Shit, fuck.. you drive me crazy." You groan, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his skin; pumping even faster.

Faster.

More.

You needed to hear more of him.

"Fuck- Cum for me, Francis." You utter, feeling his dick twitch and convulse at your words. Just a second after, you immediately felt warm and sticky cum dropping on your hand as Francis let out a loud moan of your name.

Your eyes blurred with arousal, wanting to break him more.

"[Name].." Francis whispers out, but you shush him before he could say anything else.

You smile, getting on top of him as you pull down your pants. Rubbing your pussy on the tip of his dick as you used his cum to lubricate your insides.

Francis just stares at you, panting. His hand on your back, but he was mostly curious on what you were doing.

"I can help you.. if you wan-" Francis's eyes widen, letting out a sudden moan that cut off his sentence as he felt his dick enter your warm and wet pussy. He gripped hard on your hips, whining in pleasure as he felt your walls tighten even more around his cock.

Francis wasn't even fully in yet but he already felt like cumming again.

"[Name]. [Name]. [Name]. Fuck- fuck.. you feel so good, sugar.." Francis whines, thrusting his whole length inside of you. Moaning in the process of doing so, almost cumming when he felt your pussy clench so hard on his dick.

You pant, wrapping your hands around Francis's neck. Letting yourself rest for a while before raising your hips and dropping down on his dick.

"I'm gonna milk you dry.. Mr. Milkman."

Francis groans at the name, his dick twitching as he imagined you taking every single drop of his seed, he imagined filling you up to the brim.

You ride on Francis's dick at a fast pace, wet slapping echoing throughout the room as skin met skin.

Francis moans, changing his hold to grip onto your ass, his head burying into your neck while you bounced on his cock.

"Sugar.. you're taking me so well." Francis mutters softly, completely in bliss by how good your pussy felt.

You moan, your pussy clenching at his words. Despite him being the bottom this time, he still had a way of making you feel like you were the one being submissive.

A frustrating feeling grows in your stomach, wanting to show Francis that you were supposed to be the dominant one.

You clenched tighter on his dick, increasing your pace as you made sure he completely felt every inch of his dick get swallowed by your pussy.

Francis mutters something under his breath, completely lost in pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy, cumming in you for the second time.

You pant, continuing to ride Francis even if he already orgasmed, you wanted to show him that you were more than capable enough of giving both you and him pleasure.

"Sugar, wait- agh- haa~ slow down.." Francis tapped on your hip, grunting and moaning as he felt your tightness.

You moaned, leaning backwards as you rode Francis as if he was a mechanical bull for you to conquer.

Just a few seconds after, you feel Francis cum another time, whining and whimpering, begging you to stop.

"A little more.." You say, panting. Ignoring the feeling building up in your stomach as you tried to at least make Francis reach another orgasm before you finish.

"Sugar- God, if you don't stop- Ngh~" Francis's voice crumbles, his tone deep but filled with cracks as it was raspy and tired.

"More.."

You feel yourself almost cumming, and you moan. Throwing your head into Francis's neck as you slammed yourself down on him and bit down on his neck.

Francis pulls on your hair, gasping in surprise as he felt your body shake above him, his cock does the same, twitching and pulsing because of how intense you were clenching down on him.

"You're going to kill me one day, Sugar." Francis mumbles, running his hands through your hair as he grabbed a strand and kissed it.

You whine, still not getting off his cock, your body too tired to even move.

"I just missed you.. you've been gone for so long because of work, and you look like you haven't even gotten enough sleep." You complain, caressing his face as you leaned on his shoulder.

The tips of Francis's lips turn upwards, a soft yet baffled chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"Mmmm.. I didn't realize you missed me that much, you should've told me, Sugar.. I would've come home immediately." Francis places a kiss on your forehead, lifting you off his cock as cum dripped from your pussy to his thighs.

Francis puts two fingers inside your pussy, scooping a load of your cum before putting it in his mouth.

A satisfied expression appears on his face as he swallows, pecking you on the lips before saying something that makes you mumble in embarrassment.

"Much better than milk." Francis laughs out, kissing you on the lips with complete gentleness.

"Now let's get you cleaned up.."

You hum, gripping onto him tightly as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Let's just say, you both did much more than just clean yourselves up in the bathroom.

[oukabarsburgblr]

drabble...

FEATURING : AITO SOUSUKE (OC), DAISUKE YUICHI (OC) x male reader

"I c-can't! I can't do this anymo- anghh! I can't cum anymore- aahn!"

His throat was sore from moaning, his neck bare with bite marks and hickies littering (s/c) and his legs were spread and forcefully held up by the redhead behind him. Said redhead tightened his grip under (m/n)'s knees, kissing his hair. "You can do more. We know you can." Sousuke mumbled.

Daisuke was panting, his pale skin now flushed pink with his eyes fixated on the twitching cum-filled hole he was fingering. (m/n) was crying, his cheeks wet and his bottom sore.

They've been at it for hours in this small janitor room. Their school clothings discarded aside, Sousuke was currently behind (m/n) on the floor, leaning against a closet and holding the (h/c)'s legs up, rubbing his dick on his (s/c) back.

Daisuke was on his knees, fishing out the redhead's cum from (m/n)'s hole with his fingers, frantically flicking his wrists and jabbing his digits in and out, rubbing against his rim, eager to enter the (h/c) for the nth time that evening.

(m/n)'s legs were sore, his thighs ached and his mouth was stretched open half an hour ago, two dicks competitively pushing past his lips. Even while having sex, the two were still childish and would argue for the smallest things.

"You're so hot, (m/n)." Daisuke kissed his chest. "So sexy." He purred, licking a stripe on his nipple, laying his tongue flat and teasingly dripped his saliva on the sensitive bud. "D-Daisuke- mmnhh! Enough please! Just finish up already- anghh!"

He mewled when Sousuke poked his tongue into his ear, licking and biting the shell and occasionally thrusting into the canal. This made him squirm against Sousuke, accidentally rubbing his backside onto the redhead's red and leaking tip.

"I'm gonna go in now." Daisuke grinned lewdly, his shirt was gone and there was only his briefs hanging on his hips, exposing his fat chest which had multiple teeth marks courtesy of (m/n).

The (h/c)'s head was hot and dizzy, his skin was warm but leaning against Sousuke's own burned even more, the redhead went wild on him earlier but now he was treating him like glass. Kissing and pampering (m/n) while rubbing his thighs as Daisuke slipped his wet dick inside the (h/c)'s slobbering hole.

"Ah aungh mmnn- f-fuck it's too much!" He threw his head back, his forehead sticky as he locked eyes with hazel, Sousuke gazing into (m/n), his long red bangs sticking to his face. The room was dark and small but he could still see the glint behind those hazel iris.

"Focus on me, (m/n). I'm the one fucking you right now." Daisuke roped the (h/c)'s lips into a kiss, pushing in deep inside him before pulling out slightly and began to pound his hips, thrusting inside (m/n)'s messy and twitchy hole. "D-Daisuke- mmff! Mnng haa!" He squealed when he felt Sousuke biting his neck, imprinting the shape of his fangs on his skin.

Sousuke's cock was rubbing harshly against the (h/c)'s lower back every time Daisuke pounded into (m/n). The bottom could feel the precum slobbering against his ass and dripping onto the wooden floor. The smell of sex was strong and evident, filling (m/n)'s senses as he opened his mouth in shock when Sousuke began to jerk him off, pinching his sensitive tip, forcing the (h/c) to cum.

(m/n) whimpered, his tongue getting sucked by Daisuke as milky semen shot from his tip, splattering all over the ravenette's stomach. His anus tightened and Daisuke moaned in surprise as he shoved his hips into (m/n)'s, his hands gripping his waist as he came inside the (h/c) while his tip was kissing his prostate.

The (h/c) panted, his tongue flat against his chin Sousuke pulled his hair, angling his head so he could kiss him. Their tongues were hot and lapping up against one another as Daisuke pushed Sousuke to the side to join the sloppy make out.

(m/n) choked, feeling two wet muscles probing his mouth, his own tongue weak and flat while thw two were shoving themselves against his teeth, his gums, his palate. Their salivas were dripping into his throat, forcing him to swallow their spit. Daisuke began to grind his cock that was still inside him, urging to start again before the redhead pushed his stomach.

"My turn." Sousuke gleamed as he pulled (m/n) onto his lap, angling his cock before letting him sit plush on the tip. "I c-can't. I really can't cum anymore." He whined, gasping and arching his back when he took half of the redhead's base in, slowly swallowing it inch by inch.

"You keep saying that seven rounds ago. Think' you can still take more." Sousuke teased the (h/c), his eyes concentrated on the plush of his ass meeting his crotch. "You're so f-fucking mean-" (m/n) whimpered before Daisuke comforted him, cooing at the (h/c) as he peppered kisses all over his face.

The ravenette took his spent penis and grabbed his own, slowly jacking them off at once as (m/n) mewled. He felt his jaw grabbed from behind as Sousuke whispered into his ear. "So I'm gonna start on the count of-"

His hips were pulled upwards before it was slammed on Sousuke's large thighs, making the (h/c) scream as the redhead began to force him to bounce on his hard cock. He was rough and loved to tease (m/n) whenever Daisuke was around, the ravenette frowning as he yelled at Sousuke for being an asshole.

More tears dripped from his lower lashes, staining his cheeks with salt other than the cum both of them had shot on his face earlier. (m/n) was having a hard time breathing, his walls were roughly dragged against Sousuke's base, his tip stabbing his insides. The redhead was only mean and rough whenever Daisuke was around weirdly enough.

Said ravenette began to shove his tongue inside the (h/c)'s mouth, swallowing his cries as the redhead behind him was enjoying the sight of his ass tightening and bouncing against his crotch. Cum dripped on his skin, he loved it when (m/n)'s hole was wet and dirty, loud squelching noises entered his ears every time he thrusted.

(m/n) didn't even realise when he alone had started riding Sousuke, his waist being gripped by scarred hands and his body was bending down. His lips were dry as his head was bobbing up and down on Daisuke's cock, the ravenette moaning loudly while gripping his hair.

Salty semen coated his tongue as he slobbered all over Daisuke's cock, his eyes and body tired as Sousuke continued playing with his ass. His cock was left twitching, drooling watery cum from his tip and he flinched when he felt his the dick in he was sucking came, choking and swallowing the semen that poured into his mouth.

Sousuke thrusted up against him one last time and he stilled, pulling out and spraying his dirty cum all over (m/n)'s ass. His bottom was now wet, dripping and had marks all over his skin. Daisuke also gently pulled his head up, his saliva connecting his tongue and the ravenette's tip as said person wiped the cum that dripped from his lips.

"Good job, (m/n). You're so good to us." He could only mumble back to Daisuke, his head blank and foggy. Sousuke kneeled properly behind him while propping him up. "You did great. The best for me. And for him."

He spoke while kissing his jaw. The (h/c) numbly nodded while Daisuke began to wipe him down and Sousuke moved to grab his clothes. He let the two take care of him, letting his fatigue catch up to his body as he promptly passed out. A rare sight of the redhead and ravenette working together to take care of the tired (h/c).

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

I got horny during separation process class. So boring but im learning ig. Imma disappear for the next two weeks but i think ill post another drabble in the next two days or so. I made this in two hours so it was a bit trashy or so.

It was hard to find a picture I liked. I think I'll replace it soon. I only like coloured pictures but manhwas threesomes panels are so fucking ugly I can't💀

Until then!

Edit: NOT ME GETTING FLAGGED RAHHHH💀💀 IVE BEEN WAITING. I still dont like the new picture and i will change it idc☺️

Edit 2: this ones better (?) the position is accurate too. Is this one getting flagged too?😭🙏🏼

Taglist : @tehyunnie @rainnyydaysworld @webwanderer @a-short-ass-disappointment @chikai-k @mello-life25 @miyuuuki @syyyy4ever

[tojigasm]

Thinking very hard about Logan talking you through it

He knows you're close ultimately before you do. Seasoned by his many years of life, your tells are specific but not impossible to discern.

It's different each time he's come to realize. A different scent to you based on the mood you're in, how quickly he brings you there, your vulnerability, and how he speaks to you.

Logan's a greedy man. He knows that. And he knew as soon as the first time it'd happened that he shamelessly selfish in getting what he wanted.

You smell like cinnamon and vanilla and fuck if it wasn't better than all the drugs he'd ever tried combined.

A part of him still thinks he might be chasing your high.

He learned quickly how to manipulate you to get different responses. Testing out what you react to and which scent meant what.

When it's a euphoric intimacy, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla isn't so strong. It's diluted some, like a soft cloudy mist.

More emotionally frustrated intimacy smells far more tart, almost coppery. It often reminds him of blood in his mouth, soaking into his lungs and taste buds like tar.

When you're in a far more glum mood, you smell like rain on cement. He's starved for it.

You're so pretty beneath him. Eyes lidded and swollen lips parted loosely as he scissors his middle and forefinger against your velvet walls.

Logan bumps his palm against your clit and you let you a gasp – your hand jumping from the bedsheets to grip his forearm.

"Right there, huh?"

You can hear the smirk in his voice and you give him a nod at that, tucking your chin to your chest as he moves his other hand to press one of your thighs upwards to where your knee almost hits your breast.

He slips his hand from your cunt, moving to pull your other hand to hold your own thighs to your chest.

Wordlessly, he kneels and pulls you by your hips to the edge of the bed before hooking his arms around your waist.

Without warning, he runs the flat of his tongue up the length of your cunt to your clit with a deep hum.

You know he can feel you shiver beneath him by the way he smiles against the sopping folds of your cunt.

"Feel good?" He chuckles softly, looking up at you from between your thighs.

You're reduced to broken whines and choked gasps, but you manage a hum in response, readjusting your grip on the backs of your thighs as Logan slips his tongue past your folds.

You smell of faint cinnamon.

"Lo," you sigh, throwing your arm over your eyes with a chipped whine.

Logan hums into your cunt, the sharp of his nose rocking back and forth against your clit.

He unwraps his arm from around your waist, reaching upwards to weave your hands together with a soft squeeze.

"Haa... ahh." Your voice grows watery as Logan brings you closer to the edge.

"M'close, Lo," you breathe, readjusting your hand on your thigh to keep it close to your chest.

"I know, sweetie." He circles his tongue around your bundle of nerves before blowing a stream of air onto your clit, "m'gonna get you there."

When he sucks on your clit again, you're cumming almost immediately with a shiver that simmers itself down your spine to your toes.

"There we go. It's a big one, huh."

A wave of vanilla woven with cinnamon washes over him and he nearly cums in his jeans.

You hear Logan before you've noticed he's moved from between your legs to stand above you, thumb circling your clit softly.

Whining, you turn your head into his forearm beside you.

"Doin' so good, sweetie," He coos, stroking his hand, still held by your own, down the side of your face before placing a kiss on your temple.

Your smell is much more prominent there, as though it travels through the roots of your hair and tickles itself through your soft skin.

Another shiver runs down your spine, causing the air on your arms and the nape of your neck to stand.

"Need you." You sob, voice muffled by the skin of his arm.

He settles down beside you on the bed, chin propped up on the flat of his right palm, squeezing your hand with his.

"You're okay."

The vanilla sinners throughout the room, and he swears he can see it in the dust that floats past the Amber hues of his room.

[2-dsimp]

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Praise

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(Fem reader)

🔞MDNI🔞

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Cw: deepthroating, creampie, praise kink, slight humiliation, oral m! Receiving, mention of overstimulation.

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The Givers

“Fuck…Fuck me, Princess you’re blowing my brains out with how your soft lips keep sucking the ever living fuck outta my cock. Yeah, just like that keep going, you’re doing such a fantastic job fer me. Awe are you thirsty? Don’t worry doll I’m about to give you some jizz milk in just a second”

He groaned.

Feeling the heat of your slick saliva encompassing his foreskin while your tongue mapped out his shaft. Trailing your tongue flat alongside the prominent veins that pulsated underneath your attention. Which caused his heavy balls that were noisily slapping the base of your chin to tighten up ready to burst at any moment. A feral lopsided grin was present on his lips as he tugged on your hair, stuffing his fat dick meanly down your throat before letting out a loud audible growl. His shaft throbbing meanwhile he deposited his salty man milk, coating your esophagus in a creamy white hue.

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The Overindulgent

“Please keep squeezing my cock with your sweet pussy baby! Uhn so delicious, feels sho wonderful I can’t stop… I can’t stop my hips. Don’t look at me like that, you know I can’t help it. It’s all your fault for being so tempting sweetheart! Haa the way your slick heat keeps suckling at my tip is driving me insane~”

He slurred.

Tears pricked his glistened eyes as he outwardly blamed you for how pent up he was. Sawing his long slender shaft in between your puffy pussy lips marinating it with your juices and left over cum he had spurted prematurely. Watching the way your gushy cunt suckled at his leaking blunted tip whenever he’d “accidentally” slip his cockhead inside. In a matter of seconds he became boneless at the sensitivity. And he whimpered bucking his hips while spraying bucket loads of his baby batter all over your simpering walls.

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The Teasers

“Mhm you look so beautiful covered in my seed darling~ Hmm? What was that? You said you want to be full of my dick? Well don’t worry sweetness, keep being a good girl for me and I’ll fuck into your precious twat until all you can feel the phantom shape of my cock inside your tight walls. My pretty girl would love that wouldn’t she?”

He hummed.

Methodically torturing you, his eyes filled with sadistic mirth as he pinched and toyed with your nipples forcing you to arch your back. While he began rubbing against his half massed dick between the crease of your asscheeks smearing his precum against your puckered anus and your dripping pussy. He relished in having you under his control, at you begging for him to give you exactly what you needed while he humped your sweet ass. He momentarily adjusted his hips so that his thick shaft could slide in nicely between your moist quivering thighs. Aiding him in taunting you with the idea of him plunging his cock inside your spasming cunt. While he snickered cruelly into your ear as he kept purposefully knocking his fat tip against your pearl with each controlled thrust.

[yuzuocha]

HEARTSTRING FORTISSIMO. — セイヤ [XAVIER]

a spicier ending to xavier's 'heartstring symphony' memory. gn!mc

age rating ‣ 16+ [suggestive but not explicit]

warnings ‣ softcore, power play, minor asphyxiation. besides that, there's nothing much to warn about. still, beware lol

"Are 'small animals' like me pushovers? Do enlighten me, since you seem to know everything."

Perhaps it was because you haven't seen him in weeks, but it seemed you forgot what Xavier was really like. Yes, he is gentle. Yes, he is considerate. Yes, he is sweet. But his kind demeanor also held something sinister.

You haven't quite pondered about it much, but Xavier had a quiet yet possessive streak. He'd always at the very least have pinkies interlocked with yours when together. He'd always somehow teleport to you just when the enemy Wanderer was about to land a fatal blow. He always knew where you were.

He was a wolf in sheep's (or in his case, bunny's) clothing. He always has been.

“When faced with a hunter who knows my weaknesses and how to take advantage of them…” Xavier’s breath fanned your face, his right hand brushing against your temple. Although gentle, his touch felt electrifying. It felt dangerous. It was dangerous.

The breaths that were blanketed on your lips were soon replaced with lips of his own. You let out a short gasp at the stark contrast between his usual and current kisses — they were usually soft and mellow yet endearing, but now they were intense, brisk and hungry.

“Haa—”

A sigh of surprise left your lungs when you felt Xavier’s tongue glide slightly across your teeth. Rookie error — he wasn’t going to let you breathe for a while.

“...just what, exactly, do I do?” Xavier rasped in between kisses, one hand snaking up to support your body and the other coercing your head to a better angle.

With you growing increasingly lightheaded the more fervent and desperate his kisses became, a thrilling shiver crawled down your spine hearing his growl. You knew the answer to his question down to your bones.

You can only get devoured.

Xavier suddenly pulled away, finally giving you a chance to breathe. He gently tipped your chin upwards for your eyes to meet his blazing gaze while you caught your breath. You felt your body burn in places he locked his eyes with.

“...surrender,” You were able to mumble out. “You can only… surrender, or else...”

He whispered while wiping a lone tear that escaped your eye, “Or else what, I’ll get eaten or something?”

“Is that it, love?"

There was a pause of silence between your noses that were inches apart before Xavier dove down and pressed his lips against your neck, humming in satisfaction hearing you gasp every time he nipped your skin. His callused fingers started to tease your shirt off whilst kisses butterflied over his slow but precise work.

“...I’m sorry, I should’ve responded to your messages,” Xavier paused for a moment, murmuring the apology at your sternum. His hot breath on your bruised skin made you slightly arch your back. “And about my injuries and lack of reply… I promise it won’t ever happen again.”

“...will there be a day where you’ll fall asleep and never wake up?” His eyes softened at your reply as he leaned upwards. You felt his lips pecking your forehead, each of your eyelids, your cheeks and your nose before pausing right in front of your face.

“If such a thing ever happens, you—and only you—must remember to wake me up,” Xavier whispered, his hand sliding to your hips and his hair tickling your nose. You felt something graze up against your abdomen which lit up the fire burning at the core of your stomach. Your suspicions were confirmed seeing Xavier’s reddened ears gently glow through the light of the full moon.

Ah. You indeed missed him, and he missed you too. Greatly.

After a silent pause, you circled your legs around Xavier’s back and kissed his facial features just as he did to yours. His eyes slightly widened at your forwardness, however the surprise faded as quickly as it came as he cradled your body in his arms while pulling you up, the moon shining upon you and Xavier at each others’ full glory.

“I will.”

That was all he needed.

HEARTSTRING FORTISSIMO — END.

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[slut4daviii]

character(s): g.tomioka

pt(s): 01/02

cw: cheating, cum-eating, masturbation

summary: idk but giyuus husband is cheating and giyuu is fantasying about his neighbor. one thing will lead to another and you’ll find that forgetting an anniversary will never end will for the forgetting party

a/n: hi. | minors and non-male aligning DNI

title: anniversary sex

wc: 1250+

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scandalous.

he knew his thoughts were everything but pure.

scandalous.

he knew his thoughts should only pertain to his own husband and the life they’d built together.

scandalous

but… he couldn’t. he couldn’t keep his eyes from the widow. couldn’t keep his thoughts from wandering; forming indecent images and scenarios.

his thighs pressed inwards at the situations created by his imagination. each one a different position, different pose; exploring each other’s bodies, igniting new passion into one another.

“haa— hah! [n—name]…!” he’d moan into your chest, dragging his fingers down your back in such a crude, indecent manner.

you’d groan into his neck, inhaling the fresh scent of his shower, the fruity scent still lingering from the perfume he spent seventy dollars on. just for you.

you’d press yourself deeper into him, embedding your tip into his womb. “ahh!” a high-pitched yelp. he would put his hand on your v-line, trying to stop your movements.

you’d only go harder, dismissing his mindless mumbles of “ngh!! t—too… too de—ep! s—sl—slow d..d—down!!”

he would know.

you would know.

his husband would know.

everyone would know.

that he wanted it. just how you gave it to him; slow, deep, mind-breaking stokes that left him breathless at every thrust.

“you wanted this, right? watched me from your widow. rubbing yourself to my form, hoping I’d come and sweep you away from your husband.”

he’d choke on his words, clawing at you for any sort of support. his eyes would roll backwards, an orgasm rippling between the two of you, staining your chests in a sticky white substance.

“Gi—“

you’d move your fingers to his chest, lifting his legs to his shoulders in the process. your fingers would slid along his abs, soaking up his spewed semen and bringing it to his—

“Giyuu”

—mouth, forcing him to taste his own—

“Giyuu!”

—seed. he’d moan around your fingers, the salty taste of himself pushing him over—

“GIYUU!!”

Giyuu pulled back from the sink, dropping the cup he held in his hand, shattering it.

his husband stood across the short kitchen distance with a briefcase in hand. he adjusted his tie, tugging on the fabric to adhere to his neck.

“Giyuu, where was your mind? I’ve been calling your name for five minutes.” the man chuckled

Giyuu smiled, glancing back to the window before snapping his vision back to his husband. “J…just thinking of our anniversary.”

his husband hummed, closing the buttons of his suit. “anniversary?” he chuckled, burning a hole into Giyuu’s chest. “our anniversary was two months ago.”

Giyuu glanced at the calendar on his refrigerator, looking at the heart over today’s date.

His husband followed the look, panic rushing through his body. “Uh—uhm I mean, I, I was thinking of your birthday..!”

‘my birthday was two days ago.’ he thought

Giyuu looked back to the window, no longer seeing the picture of his fantasies. ‘where’d [name] go?’

his husband came behind him, palming his ass and resting his chin on Giyuu’s shoulder, disregarding his obvious discomfort. “are you mad at me?” his husband moaned into his ear, harshly rubbing his front against Giyuu’s back.

Giyuu remained silent, earning a harsh thrust “oh, I’m sorry Giyuu, I’ve just been so busy. but, I promise, when I get back, we’ll celebrate all you want.”

“Get back? where are you going?” Giyuu asked softly, not surprised by his husband’s actions.

“I have a business meeting with Rengoku. It’ll last a week. I’m sorry!”

Giyuu nodded, moving away from the man to pick up a banana from the table. “Well, you better go now, I forgive you.”

his husband smiled, placing a quick peck on his forehead. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

Giyuu nodded, undoing his apron to take a shower.

“oh! I called [name] over to fix the sink, he should be over later.”

Giyuu stopped his movements, feeling heat rush to his face. “ok, love you.”

as fast as his husband had entered the kitchen, he was gone, leaving with only a distracted “mhm.”

Giyuu continued to his room, removing the rest of his clothing to begin his showering process. he pulled a basket from under his sink labeled ‘[name]’ and continued on his way, reliving his fantasy from earlier.

he felt a smile etch its way onto his face, burning into his features

“I’ll see [name] soon…

[peaachypie]

Video P. II

Warning :

p in v, using the word " sir " , overstim. Fingering, porn video, camgirl reader.

Standing in front of the door, his fists were clenched surely to the blood.

His face was hard, almost like if he was about to kill someone.

Not only his face could be describe as " hard "

He was tense.

" you know, knocking on a door is easier than it seem."

" Lyla shut up ..."

Lyla let out a mocking chuckle. Miguel stare at the door without moving, he was waiting for this moment for so long. He can't count the number of time he moved his hand on his cock only thinking of the day he would ruin you. He never felt so in need, so horny in this life than the week before your little meeting.

He knock on the door, maybe it was too hard ? What if you gave him a false adress ?

All his thought stopped the moment your pretty face appear in his vision.

You were so pretty, way more than in the live.

" hi ! Welcome in !"

He enter in silence, looking around. It was pretty inside and simple. While looking around he could feel you're stressed and aroused, your eyes didn't leave him, not a second.

You gave him a little visit and you talked.

" it's my first time."

You said without looking at him, your eyes looking at your cup like if it was the most entertaining thing on Earth.

" it is ?"

He answers, looking at you. His eyes running down your face to your body then back to your face.

" not my first first time i mean, i never did a video with someone... i don't... know why i asked you, you seemed like ..."

" do you regret ?"

" you're scary man."

Touché like they said in France.

He let out a growl.

" i'm not ... i'm just ... serious, that it."

You look at him before chuckling slightly.

" are you ready ? ... i think you are "

You get up with a smile, quickly leaving to a room. He raise a brow, why so quick ?

His eyes looks down to his crotch, It's a wonder he doesn't feel it, considering how hard it is.

He gets up and follow you, looking around this room he knows even in his dream.

It's cozy and comfy, with a cute decoration.

He turn his eyes to you, you change your comfy clothed for something else, a short skirt and a bra, a cute one. But everything is cute on you.

You start the live and smile, greeting everyone, introducing Miguel, he stay back, looking.

The chat is on fire but he isn't focus.

If he was the one giving you enough gift to make you play with yourself, who will give enough to make him fuck you ?

He frown, he wasn't in the mood for waiting.

He walk toward you as you keep talking.

When he stop he raise your chin to him, you smile ready to talk before he quickly grab your wrist with one hand.

" wait what are you-"

He pulls your wrist against his chest, bending over to use his second hand to spread your legs, your pretty pussy exposed to the world.

" Miguel...!"

You pout and whine, making him harder.

" you're suppose to wait for the-"

His lips goes quickly over yours, he was thirsty for kiss.

His free hand running to your stomach to your pussy, touching your fold with slow and delicate movement, like he was scared to break you.

You let out a whine when his finger touch your clit, as he start little but firm circle on the little buds of nerves.

" h...haaa...haa...!"

It didn't take long before you start breathing heavily, his hand playing with your pussy like if he owns it.

" look how wet you are ... didn't even put my finger inside."

His deep voice echoes in your head.

The chat is on fire, sending gift and comment like " do that " or " do this ".

But Miguel don't care about your stupid chat, he wanted and waited this for so long. No one will tell him what to do and how.

" M...miguel..."

Your moan was music to his ears, his index start teasing your wet hole. Leaving you squirming and whining for more.

One finger, quickly followed by a second.

" Miguel...!"

" shhh ... shhh. What do we say for gift princesa ?"

" Thanksyouthanksyou"

You said, your watery eyes focus on him as you thank him for his finger.

Miguel grin, moving his finger inside your velvet wall. His eyes were on you, looking at you with that dumb expression.

Eyes almost closed and mouth in an " O " shape, squeak and moan leaving your mouth.

" Voy a follarte hasta que me lo pidas. "

" w...wha...H-HAAA...!"

Your back rounds, as his fingers touch a spongy part of your dripping cunt.

" Please...! Pleaseplease...!"

" please what ? Go on, use your word princesa or are you too fucking stupid to use your own tongue ?"

You didn't answer, seem like your mouth were only good to moan and cry for more.

Miguel kiss your jaw and cheek, looking up to the camera while fucking you with his finger. Your wetness dripping down your ass as your legs were spread open for the camera... for him.

The deeper he would go, the louder you get.

Until you start shaking due to your orgasm.

He slowly take out his finger, slidding them on your clit before to him, his tongue licking the wetness on his finger.

"So fucking good for me ..."

The taste, the smell. It make him feral.

He goes in front of you, his big hand under your legs as he make you lay down with one movement.

Your eyes were focus on him, heart in those watery eyes.

" please Miggy... take it out .... want it..."

" you want it ?"

He stares at you, at your expression. You wanted more, it was obvious.

You wanted his cock, you wanted him and him only.

" 'ave been good..."

" really ?"

You quickly nod your head.

" well, i guess it's time for a reward then ? "

One blink and his cock was out. It was hard and veiny, so thick.

He was asking himself if he could fit but with how wet you are, it couldn't be that hard to put inside.

Taking his lenght in hand, he tease your clit with his tip.

" n...no inside ... pleaaaase...i want it inside...!"

" don't start a whim."

He said sternly.

" 'm sorry Sir ... please... put it ins-"

A moan chocked inside her throat as he put his cock inside her soaked cunt. Holding on your hips he start thrusting inside you.

Breathing never felt so difficult before, the room filling with wet sound, whimper and moaning.

It was so hard, so wild but so good.

So hard and wild you needed to hold on his arm, your legs pressed to your breast.

Tears running down your cheek, you were too fucked dumb to remember you were on live.

" you like it ? Fuck yes you do, clenching around me like that...want to milk my dick uh ?? Fuck ... feel so good inside ... so tight ... "

He wasn't ready to stop, edging himself just to stay longer in that warm and wet hole.

" h...haaa...f...feel....hangh...!"

You tried to speak, but you couldn't.

You were only good to moan and cum now.

Your eyes rolled back, his thrust are deep, so deep you could feel it in your stomach.

Time goes fast, your sweet spot was bullied by his tip, your cunt overstimuled and still, he was fucking you harder than before.

Growling and whimpering on how good you felt around him.

" p....please...'s too much, too b...big...h-haa ...!!"

It feels so good it hurt, but the type of pain you want again and again.

Your love juice and his seed were creaming his cock, leaving a white ring at the base of his cock. Shooting one last load of cum, he decide to stop, he could keep going, you were so warm and tight around him but you were exhausted.

He slowly back off, turning to the camera to stop the live without a smile or any thanks.

He smile just like his dick were for you only.

He let out a sigh before picking you up, walking in the little appartement.

" you did good princesa ... very good."

He put a soft kiss on your forehead before cleaning you and putting you to sleep, not after failling two time to find the bathroom.

He put you to bed with the blanket on you, ready to dress up and leave.

Your hand find his.

" could you ... stay a little longer ?"

He turn his bloody red eyes to you, looking at you. You were tired but still looking at him with your big doe eyes.

" sure ."

He raise the blanket and goes under with you, letting you wrap your arm around him.

" was it good ...?"

" of course it was"

He put another kiss on your face. You yawn and close your eyes.

" lets make a duo ... you and me "

" ... Por supuesto cariño, todo lo que quieras."

[Of course baby, anything you want.]

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[hhonghu]

Clingy Scara with gamer bf!reader? When scara is horny he enter reader's gaming room and just sit prettily on reader's lap without his pants and slowly lifting up his shirt to show reader his pink nipples🥹 I wanna kiss his pretty chest sm

OH AND KAZUHA?? do you see that gap on his clothes, I feel like I want to-

[Thirst]!

anon your brain me love RAHHHHH clingy scara who wants your dick affection 24/7 TT;;

"... this piece of shit!" you shout, exasperatedly throwing the controller to the side of your desk as you stare in to the screen. you couldn't get pass floor 12 because of how difficult the enemies were and how it just kept moving like some worm. you lean back to your chair, irritation growing by the second only to be interrupted by your door opening revealing scara, who's face looked flushed for some reason. you immediately relax.

"ah, hey darling." you sit up, watching as he approaches you. "was i too loud? sorry, the level was annoying me—" you pause as scara sits on your, still silent as he fidgets the hem of his shirt, his face looking down. you grab his chin, lifting his face up for his eyes to meet yours. his glossy eyes peered through his long lashes, his pretty lips almost in pout.

"something the matter, darling?" he slowly nods his head, finally speaking up. "i-it's been 3 hours since you've been playing.. i miss you, [name]." he sniffles, "i didn't want to disturb you but... i can't help it.. i need you.." he lifts his shirt, showing his puffy pink nipples all hard. he didn't want to admit it, but he really needed you! while you went off to play in your gaming room, it left him wanting you. he plays with himself, trying to relieve some of the frustration but just can't do it without you.

you coo, sliding your hand from his waist to his chest, your index finger flicking the hard nub making him moan. "you needy boy, missed me that much?" you bring your thumb and pinch, slowly rolling it between your fingers. "nghh— haa, [name].. please..", "please what?"

he whines, his back arching and he brings your other hand to his chest, swiping you fingers to his other nipple. "please, [name].. stop playing that stupid mmmh— and play with me instead." he grinds his ass on you, his hips slowly rocking back and forth.

you grin, leaning down to kiss where his heart is, slowly kissing down to his nipple. he sighs in content as he feels your warm mouth latch on the hard nub, sucking and flicking it with your tongue. your hand slithers down to his hand and squeeze while your other hand works on his other nipple, tugging and pinching it. scara hugs your head, his greedy head thinking of nothing but the pleasure that your mouth and hands brings to his body, wanting more.

"mmmph— yeesss.. yes! lick me more ghhuk—! don't stop, [name]♡!"

hehe as for kazuha, we are not letting one small gap in his clothes slide. shame on hoyo for not making it any wider like the other anemo boys >:( thank you for anon for the food!! <33

[empyr-lymbo]

Pairing: Sun Wukong x GN!Reader Rating: NSFW Summary: You learn how to give the glock glock 9000 from the monkey king himself, master of bananas and all things phallus shaped. Warnings/Tags: Cussing, choking, peaches as a pet name.  Word Count: 500+ words

"That's...haa...that's so good, peaches, you're doing so well." The voice cooed.

You were on your knees staring up at Wukong. With hollowed cheeks, dribble trailing down your chin, and snot threatening to fall from your flared nostrils.

"Don't forget to breathe~"

Furrowed brows and muffled words caused the recipient of this mediocre service to chuckle.

"If you need a break then say so, there's no shame in tapping out for a few minutes, hun," Wukong grinned as his eyes glowed with amusement.

Ire welled up in your chest. Scowling indignantly at the man who allowed you in this situation in the first place. Your throat tightened around the twitchy length stuffed in your mouth. Your tongue flattened just as you were instructed to keep it.

"Mm, fuck-! Guess I'll take that as a no."

You tore your heated gaze from the king and focused on breathing as he so graciously advised earlier. Multitasking wasn't your forte, especially if it involved trying to breathe while sucking on your friends mentor's cock.

"Now that the pesky gag reflex has been taken care of...let's make use of that tongue of yours, yeah?" Wukong dropped his head into his hand as his tail curled beside him. "Hey, hey, hey-! Easy on the teeth, tiger."

You groaned as the lack of oxygen made you dizzy. Yet, you attempted to oblige the request by swirling your tongue around his shaft. You underestimated just how thick he was and ended up struggling to move your organ around at all.

The momentary panic made your throat squeeze his cock like a vice, Wukong certainly didn't have any objection to the added pressure and moaned. His hips, in a desperate attempt to gain friction, bucked upward and made your cheeks bulge before you couldn't take it anymore.

 You pulled off his cock with a loud 'pop', thin strings of spit followed, and inhaled. "Hnk! Sh-shit that..."

 "Sucked?" Wukong sighed as he frowned at your disheveled form. "Yeah, I know...well, at least you lasted longer than last time."

"...hurt, asshat." You hissed as you tried wiping the spit and pre-cum off your face. "I thought we were gonna go slow this time, not do a million things at a time."

"C'mon, that was me being 'slow'," Wukong offered his hand to you and pulled you up when you placed your hand in his. He leaned against you as you took a seat on the couch beside him. "It's not my fault you're awful at multitasking."

"I swear I-"

"-buttt, let's not dwell on that, peaches, you've done enough for today so let's just cuddle! Hey, I'll even be big spoon this time."

You rose a brow as your lips fell into a thin line, not amused at the king's proposition of his version of 'aftercare.'

"You mean dry hump my ass until you cum?"

"Tomayto tomahto." Wukong rolled his eyes. "Be good and I'll return the favor, m'kay?"

"Whatever you say, teach."

Nevertheless, you allowed him to snake his arms around you and bring the two of you to lay on the couch. Thus signaling the end of that lesson.

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[demonsword586]

Leviathan Attacker part 3

(A bit shorter part but definetlly clears up what Leviathan is going through a bit. Have a lovely day,everyone!)

Your thighs buckled and your grip on Leviathan's arms tightened.

MC: i love it!...So much that...I want to swear! Leviathan,damn it!...I love it!

Both Leviathan and you began to lose yourselfs in the pleasure you were feeling,unable to speak to each other.

Your ragged breathing must have been making contact with Leviathan's chest and chin,but instead of being considerate of your distress,he just rocked you harder.

Then the tip of his pole struck a deep spot inside you,a spot that you felt as the 'end'.

And he penetrated that spot once again,it was a spot nothing has ever entered.

MC: !!!

Your eyes widened and instinctevly clenched down on the inside of your lower stomach,while Leviathan clenched his teeth at the same time,burying himself deeper into your waist.

Flinch,flinch!

Your and Leviathan's bodies shuddered in synchronized rhytm as if they were one - it was really like you were one with him.

He was still dripping cum,but then he had ejaculated again - loudly this time.

Then as you whinced,his slippery pole slipped out of your hole once again.

He had just ejaculated but it hasn't grown any smaller in size at all.

With no time to lament the emptiness inside you,his hard,throbbing cock settled on the sensitive flesh between your legs.

And began to rock again.

Now he was swaying his hips without entering you.

But even if this was genuine act of fertilization and conception, it didn't seem to matter.

Flowing like milk or hiney from the tip of his pole,it had already filled you to the point of overflowing.

A diffrent kind of stimulation spread through your lower half.

MC: It...feels...good..ugh!

As though Leviathan didn't have the presence of mind to caress you tenderly, he rubbed his cock as hard as he would when trying to penetrate you.

Press,press!

Your hot,wet flesh rubbed against Leviathan' equally hot,wet flesh and you coudn't help but squirm your toes.

Leviathan's cock and your area sounded as though they were kissing.

You reached down and cupped the end of Leviathan's cock,causing him to stiffen briefly and moan.

The next moment,Leviathan was thruating at the inside of your palm as if it were a target.

Leviathan: What...are you...Why did you come here...Are you dangerous?...Or could it be...

Leviathan was thrusting inside you and stared down at your face, saying something uninteligible.

It was the same for you. The very existance of Leviathan was too much for you.

Unaware of your embarrassment, you arched your back and lifted your chin as you gasped.

Leviathan's hot breath met and parted with the tip of your chin.

Once you closed your eyes and instinctevly drew out the pleasure, this time you could feel the scent and not the sounds.

The sweet breath that drifted from the corner of Leviathan's mouth and the scent of a fully aroused,ferocious male wafting from his body turned you on to the top of your head.

You strongly felt the deep affection and a deeper intend to kill.

MC: Levi...Leviathan!

Leviathan thrusted harder and faster.

He was blantly and relentlessly rubbing the parts of his body that felt best.

Flesh rubbed against flesh, and you rubbed your wet hands over his favorite spots.

Leviathan: Ugh...! Not there...!

The white knuckle stimulus hit both you and Leviathan at the same time.

Leviathan's cum spurted out,soaking your lower stomach as well as yojr upper stomach and chest.

You bit your lips tightly,like someone who thought that if they opened their mouth, the pleasure would escape through it.

Then Leviathan forced your mouth open.

MC: Ack! Haa...ha...

Immediately an erotic moan exploded from your mouth

Leviathan almost cried out again as soon as the sound hit his ears,but he held back.

Keeping a firm grip on his consciousness,he stuck his fingers between your teeth to keep you from biting your lip again

MC: Ah,ah...urgh..hmm!

Leviathan: ...Why are you crying?

There was a bite of wet excitment in his voice, but Leviathan asked like a child who didn't know any better

In your post-climax langour,you were about to answer,

Fwop!

MC: !!

But Leviathan roughly slid inside you again without notice.

Don't you think you should give me a chance to anwer?!...you thought to yourself,but all that came out of your mouth were stifled moans.

Leviathan: I asked you,why are you crying?

Leviathan asked once more insistently,even as he continued to thrust in you.

You had to bite your tongue and try not to let moans escape between words.

MC: Because I like it!

Leviathan: What...do you like?

Leviathan: It's so cold and dangerous,like this...

There was real terror in Leviathan's eyes as he spoke,and before you knew it,tears were welling up in his eyes.

MC: (Why is Leviathan always tormented like this...Although all the sadness ended a long time ago...)

No,it may have been arrogant of you to think it was over,but...

You didn't know what visions Leviathan was having to make him say that, but you didn't think there was the slightest reason for him to be trapped in them.

[tojigasm]

how would felix be with reader who's a virgin? maybe slow and gentle, lots of kisses everywhere?

He'd spend at least an hour eating you out beforehand – large and calloused hands holding your thighs apart for him while you whine and sob beneath his tongue.

And fucking christ, he nearly cums when your gummy walls contract and pulse around his tongue and thick digits.

He pulls himself up to lay on top of you. His chest flush to your breasts as he kisses you.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his soft lips and he continues to work you open with two fingers, gently curling and massaging the walls of your cunt.

"Want y'to fuck me." You sob against his tongue, panting softly when he pulls away to look you over.

Your face is hot, lips parted, eyes blown out, and your hair sticks to your forehead.

His thumb pulls your bottom lip down and you realize that the glistening wetness on his chin is your cum. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head.

"Lemme take my time with you." He kisses along the underside of your jaw, cupping your chin in his hand.

You can feel the swell of his cock pressed against your folds.

"Gonna go slow." He whispers against your lips.

You nod through a wet whimper, and Felix is quick to entwine a large hand with your smaller one.

"Relax fr'me, baby," His free hand massages the inside of your thigh.

When he begins to push past your soaked folds, you're quick to place a hand on his lower stomach.

"Too much?" He asks softly.

You shake your head, eyes lidded. You're beyond words. Felix is there with you.

"Too fast?" He offers, and you nod.

"M'kay." He gently lays over you, "Lemme help you relax." He kisses you softly, letting your thighs fall wider and your chest swelling with warmth.

He treats you softly for another moment or two before he's squeezing your hand in his.

"Wanna try again." You nod.

He eyes you, "You tell me if it hurts too much or if I need t'slow down again."

You nod shakily, looking down to where your bodies meet and the tip of his cock rests between your folds.

The stretch of him fills you slowly, and you sob into his shoulder, biting at his tanned skin.

"I know," Felix coos, kissing your cheek, "I've got you, you're okay."

"Move, please." Your legs wire around his waist, and you can feel him pant against your skin.

He thrusts into you with a softness that makes tears well over your soft cheeks and your nails dig into the soft of his back.

"Feel okay?" He rolls his hips, reaching a new angle inside of you.

You nod. Too overwhelmed and too overstimulated.

"M'gonna cum." You meet his eyes momentarily and he nods softly, kissing you.

"Good girl." He soothes through the kiss, "you cum when you need to."

He pulls your bottom lips between your teeth and your legs press against him, pushing him deeper into you.

"Feel so fucking good." He groans against your swollen lips.

"Haa–lex, m'gonna–" you pull at him. It's too much and yet it's all the same not enough and you can feel yourself falling apart beneath the heat of him and the stretch of his cock.

Felix tucks your head to his chest and presses a kiss to your classy forehead when you cum. Gently fucking you through the heat of it.

You're shaking under him, tears swallowing your moans, and your lips parted in a silent cry.

"Atta' girl," a large hand holds your chin softly. Grounding you while the other runs soft circles around your clit. "That's my good girl."

[smoooothoperator]

What Was I Made For?

16: Slow It Down

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)

Warnings: imposter syndrome, someone you loved made a little comeback

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Charles Leclerc is a good lover. He knows how to soothe my worries, taking care of me in ways that make me feel cherished. At night, he wraps his arms around me, his hands warm against my belly. His soft kisses trail along my skin, each one a tender reminder of his love. As he holds me close, whispering sweet nothings, I feel a deep connection that goes beyond the physical.

He shows me every minute of the day what our future can look like.

And still, my mind was playing me tricks.

The day we announced the pregnancy, the internet went crazy. Not only because of the pregnancy itself, but because of what it meant: my retirement. None of us wanted to see our socials, deciding to erase the apps from our phones and focus on the present, focus on the last days he had to spend here before he had to leave to get ready for the new season. We barely got out of the property, not going to the village in case more paparazzi were around to take pictures of us. 

"Are you sure you don’t want to come?" he murmured, lying next to me and resting his head near my belly. "The hotel's got a pretty nice spa. You could treat yourself all day."

“I know, I know…” I sighed, brushing his hair. “It's just… I hate going to the snow”

“Oh? Why?” he frowned, looking up at me, rubbing my belly softly.

“You don't remember?” I asked, surprised. 

“No? What happened?” he frowned, sitting on the bed next to me, moving to wrap his arms around me. 

“O-oh” I smile weakly, taking a deep breath. “In my second year in Haas, Mick and I decided to go to a training camp in the snow. Everything was going fine until one day our trainers suggested we take a walk outside. And those stupid ones apparently didn't know how to read maps, nor the weather radar. Well, they made us get lost and we were caught in the middle of a snow storm. We were out all night, frozen because of the snow. I had a pneumonia for a few days”

“Oh shit” he gasped softly. “I… I didn't know about it. How come you never told me?”

“Because at that time I hated your guts? And I thought you knew it, we were in the news” I laughed. “It was funny, actually. But after that I only go to the snow if I know I'll go just to have fun throwing snowballs and then going back to a safe place”

I nodded, letting go a long sigh and she held.me close to his chest. He rubbed my back softly, and I could hear his heartbeat, going fast.

“Say it” I sighed, rubbing his chest.

“During that time…” he sighed, and I closed my eyes, biting my lip. “You were with Mick when that happened?”

I sighed, swallowing thickly. He remembers… He remembers what I told him the morning after we woke up in that hotel room. 

“Yeah” I sighed. “But we never dated. We were only friends with benefits. We…”

“Yeah, I understand” he sighed, nodding. His chin was on top of my head and I could feel the slow movement of his head. “You two were teammates in Formula 2, both in the Ferrari Academy. Spending time together leads to other things”

“Are you jealous?” I teased him, trying to erase the sudden tension that was in the air.

“He knew about my feelings towards you, Dafne” he whispered. “Jealousy is not the world. It would be betrayal, maybe” 

“Oh…” I sighed. 

“Mick and I share a few things” he sighed, playing with my hair. “I lost my father, and he feels like that too, even if his is not dead. We know what it is to not have our fathers in the garage supporting us. And it made us be friends, somehow. But… Yeah, maybe that's why he distanced himself, cutting ties”

“I'm so sorry, Charles” I mumbled, looking up at him. “I… I never knew. We only did it to erase the tension and stress of the races…”

“Hey, you really don't have to explain it. I understand it, I promise” he smiled weakly, but I just shook my head and cupped his cheeks. “Dafne…”

“It was because of me that you lost a friend” I sighed.

“The past is the past, Daf” he smiled weakly. “Now I have you. And I'm happy with that”

I smiled weakly, leaning closer to him and pressing my lips on his. 

There was a little voice in my head, reminding me of everything he has done. A voice that tells me every sad thing, all the times he made me cry. A voice that reminds me that I'm not the only one that he had in his bed. A voice that counted slowly, reviving in my mind all the girls he had brought to the races.

“Remember how he humiliated you at your first win” a voice says. “How he called you a whore in front of everyone. You shouldn't trust him, he ruined you”

I tried to push away that voice, not listen to it. I tried to forget everything, to look at the present and think about the future. 

“I have to get my suitcase ready” he groaned, but still kissed me deeply. 

“You can do it while I make dinner” I whisper, moving closer to him, sitting on his lap. 

“Yeah? What do you have in mind now?” he whispered, holding my hips. 

“Taking care of my man” I smiled, feeling the little jump of my heart when I said those words.

“Your man?” he chuckled, looking into my eyes.

“I-I mean… Yeah?” I swallowed thickly. “I… Well, we… We are together, right?”

He smiled and nodded, kissing my lips again, showing me all the feelings he has deeply in his heart. 

“Of course we are” he whispered against my lips. “What I wrote in my post was real, Dafne. I always wanted you”

I looked at him with a smile, feeling my heart melt slowly. 

But again, that voice creeped into my thoughts, sounding like nails scratching on a chalkboard. I hugged him, hiding my face into his neck before he could even see how my smile got weaker. 

“He might say that he always wanted you, but he still had many models in his bed” it said, with an evil smile. “Who knows, maybe he never changed. Maybe he still talks with those girls”

I hugged him tightly, closing my eyes and trying to think about his touch. As I watched Charles, a mix of emotions churned inside me. I wanted to trust him, to believe in the love he professed, especially with our baby on the way. But doubt lingered, like a shadow I couldn't shake. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that we were in this together. For the baby’s sake, I needed to find a way to trust him.

I sighed, pressing soft kisses on his neck, biting his skin softly and hearing him moan softly. 

“Of course, mark him. Make sure the girls he brings to his bed know that he is taken” that voice laughed, making me feel shivers. “He's a cheater. A cheater. A cheater”

I pulled away, gasping softly, blinking slowly. Charles looked at me frowning his eyes, holding my hips. He was confused, just like me.

“I… I forgot I had to feed Athena” I said quickly, moving away from his lap and getting out of the bed. 

“W-what?” he frowned.

“I had… I have to give Athena a pill” I lied. “I… Yeah”

I swallowed thickly, walking out of the room and calling my cat, somehow praying to be alone for some seconds.

I walked downstairs, standing in the middle of the living room. I took a deep breath, then another, then another. 

I have to trust Charles. We were going to start again, we are going to raise a child together. He said he loved me since he was a kid, since the first time he saw me. 

“That's not true” the voice smirked. “He's playing with you. Don't trust him”

I took a deep breath, gasping, trying to get away from that spiral of negative thoughts, of that impostor syndrome trying to come back to my mind.

“Dafne?” Charles frowned, making me swallow thickly and turn around slowly. “Love, what's wrong?”

I swallowed thickly, hearing the way he called me, watching his worried eyes scan my body. He walked towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders and moving them to hold my hands, squeezing them softly.

“I…” I sighed, closing my eyes when I felt his hand on my cheek, making me lean on his touch. “I just…”

He sighed, nodding slowly. I swallowed thickly, trying to read his face, his mind. 

“Dafne” he sighed, smiling weakly.

“It's just… I want to be ready. I want to be ready to be with you. But I don't know if I am…”

“Oh, love…” he sighed, nodding. “L-look, I… I didn't want to rush things. I told you I was going to wait for you and I was talking seriously”

“I know” I whisper, nodding. “I don't want you to think that I don't trust you. It's…”

“You need to think. Alone” he sighed. “Okay”

“Okay?” I mumble, feeling scared. “W-what do you mean?”

“A week” he smiled weakly, bringing my hands to his lips. “I'll be in the training camp for a week. And you have a week to be alone, to think, to relax, to have time for yourself. It's partly my fault, I was attached to your hip this last month and maybe that's what rushed this situation”

“But…” I mumble. “Charlie…”

“My love” he smiled softly, making my heart melt. “This last month was the best month of my life, and I know we can work as an amazing couple. I love you, I really do. And I know you are working on it and I will wait patiently to hear you say those words too. A week is nothing, right?”

"He'll cheat on you," the voice in my head insisted, relentless and cruel. It echoed with every doubt, every insecurity, each word like a dagger. I tried to silence it, to focus on the love I felt, but the fear lingered.

“Yeah” I sighed.

I bite my lip and hug him tightly, breathing in his scent. His clothes smell like the fabric softener I use on the laundry, his skin smells like the shower gel of my bathroom. He smells like home.

“Help me make my suitcase” he whispered, kissing my neck. 

“Hhmm” I hummed softly, closing my eyes and leaning on him. “Sure”

He held my hand tightly, walking upstairs and going to his bedroom, one he barely has been using since he started sleeping in my bed every night.

I sat on the bed, smiling softly when I saw Athena jumping on it to lay next to me. Charles grabbed his suitcase and opened it on the bed, chuckling when my cat jumped inside of it to get comfortable.

I followed Charles with my eyes, watching him fold his clothes and place them in the suitcase. And somehow, that made my chest ache and my eyes water. Something about this made me realize that every week will be like this: watching him pack a suitcase and go to races, while I had to stay here and be pregnant and alone. 

“Are you okay?” he frowned, looking at me with worry, probably when he saw the tear that rolled down my cheek. “Dafne, hey…”

“Y-yeah, yeah” I swallowed thickly, rubbing my eyes. “Don't worry”

“Talk to me, come on” he whispered, sitting in front of me and holding my hand.

“No, it's stupid” I sighed, looking down at my belly, rubbing it. “I feel… I feel that my life is going to be like this for the next few months”

“How?” he smiled weakly.

“Watching you make a suitcase to go to the races while I have to stay here” I sighed.

“You can come to the races, Daf” he sighed. 

“There will come a point when I'll have to stop” I sighed. “I'll get bigger, my legs and back will hurt, doctors say that is not safe for me or the baby…”

He clenched his jaw and looked at me, placing a hand on my belly and rubbing it softly.

“Our baby will come in June” he whispered. “And I will be either in Canada or Austria. I… There has to be a way… I want to be in the last months with you, Dafne…”

“Charles…” I sighed holding his hand.  “Fred is annoyed enough with us… I can't let you get into more problems because of this. I can't let you lose your job…”

“If he dares to fire me then that's his problem” he laughed. “There are more teams that are dying to have me with them”

“But Ferrari…”

“Ferrari is my dream, yeah” he nodded. “But if they don't respect my family, why do I have to respect them? If Fred gets angry because I ask him for a few weeks to be with my family, then I can tell every media how he acted”

I looked at him, swallowing thickly. How can he be so calm with this? How can he be smiling like this?

“Don't trust him. He will abandon you. He will leave you for a model”

I closed my eyes, biting my lip and taking a deep breath. 

I have to stop it, I have to stop that voice full of venom.

Alone, again.

Just me, my cat and the silence. 

The day Charles left, he woke me up with kisses all over my body, whispered sweet words in my ear and my belly, promising to come back.

That morning, I saw him leave with my car, letting me keep his big car in case I needed it for other things. 

That was three days ago. Three days I spent alone in the house, playing the piano, walking around the field, observing my own belly moving slightly with soft kicks and recording it.

Everytime I stand in front of a mirror I look at myself, scanning my body with my eyes, taking mental notes of how much it has changed. How much my breasts grew, how my belly is getting round, how swallowed my ankles look.

Charles keeps saying I'm the most beautiful woman he ever saw in his life. 

“How many girls might have heard the same? He's prince charming, he flirts with all of them with sweet words”

I closed my eyes tightly, groaning. 

At this point, I'm going crazy, paranoid.

A week. A week to think. To be alone. Literally alone.

My sisters listened to me, and with my recommendation, they found a place in the F1 Academy, ready to help young female promises of the sport. And now, thanks to that, they are busy working and getting ready for the upcoming season.

My parents, both of them working. My dad, traveling around the world thanks to his career as a pianist, and my mom working as a CEO in Monaco.

Sometimes I asked myself how my life would have been if I followed their steps, if my sisters and I followed their steps. I could have been a musician like my dad, since he always said that I had the talent for it. And my sisters, if they didn't follow me into my career, would have been working with my mom.

But now the one that is jobless is me, the one that inspired them to study something that could help me. The one that changed the path of our lives.

“Stupid. Stupid Dafne”

The basement of the house was warm, thanks to the sun that lights the living room. I looked at the kitchen, smiling softly when I fixed my eyes into the pictures that decorated the fridge, the first scanner we have of our baby, and the envelope that keeps the gender.

We didn't talk about a gender reveal again. He said he was going to talk with his brothers and his mom, but never talked about when we could make it. 

“He doesn't want to do it, idiot”

“Stop” I groaned.

I heard her laugh. That laugh, my laugh. That laugh from when I didn't know I was pregnant. When I was happy, when I was untouchable. 

I need to breathe. I need to get out of this house.

I had my breakfast out of the house, sitting on the couch and looking at the landscape, bringing memories into my mind.

I was happy back then, without worries, without trust issues. I knew what I wanted and how I wanted it. I didn't have to worry about guys, about dating someone, about him being loyal or not. 

I was free. Free to do whatever I wanted.

And now, with 27 years, I am everything I didn't want to be. Pregnant, with trust issues, not knowing if I can trust the man I share a bed with.

“How pathetic” the voice, the old me, scoffed. “Look at you. That's what happens when you get your walls down. Stupid Dafne”

I closed my eyes tightly, taking a deep breath, shaking my head trying to avoid that devil in my shoulder.

I sighed, grabbing my phone and looking at all the messages, all the calls.

My friends called a few times. My mom, my sisters and my dad called too. Charles sent a picture of the views from his hotel room. 

Sebastian sent a text. 

“Everything would have been better if you stayed with him” she scoffed. “Sebastian was loyal, he never cheated. He even said he would buy a house with you. He would have done more things than Charles”

I swallowed thickly, reading the texts, trying to not answer them. 

“I am loyal. Loyal to Charles. To the father of my kid” I said to myself, repeating it like a mantra, trying to fight that inner voice.

“Fuck” I gasped when I noticed I was calling him, panicking when he answered.

“Yes, go with him” the voice laughed. 

“Dafne?” 

“S-Sebastian” I mumbled, swallowing thickly. “I… I didn't want to call, I'm sorry”

“No, it's… It's okay” he sighed. “How are you? I mean… How's the pregnancy going?”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, laying on the couch and rubbing my belly.

“Yeah… Good” I sighed. “We saw the baby the other day for the first time”

“You know the gender?” he asked, making me bite my lip.

“No, no… not yet”

“Oh, okay” he sighed.

“Seb…” I whisper. “I… God, I don't even know why I'm calling you. I'm going crazy”

“Why? Hey, talk to me” he sighed. 

“It's just… I'm trying” I sighed. “This month he has been staying in my house, and at the start I only wanted to put a pillow on his face while he was sleeping. But now…”

“Now you are giving up” he sighed. “Look… When he came to the hospital the day you had the crash, he looked really bad. He was panicking, Dafne. He was so scared of losing you and he was ready to fight whoever took you out of the race. He probably did it before going to the hospital”

“He wouldn't do that…” I sighed.

“He would” he laughed. “He would do anything to have your attention. God, he was even ready to fight me because I didn't let him get in your room! That man is head over heels for you, so what's the problem?”

“The problem is that I have this annoying voice that keeps repeating to me that he will cheat” I whispered. “That he won't be loyal, that he's just playing to keep me out of Ferrari”

“Did he do something to make you think that?”

“N-no… I guess” I sighed.

“Then? That's the imposter syndrome, Dafne” he said. “You can't accept your own happiness, even if it's with someone that hurt you? That man loves you. Just… Trust him. Trust Charles”

“Im trying” I sighed. 

“Look, Dafne. I really appreciate you. You have been someone I cared for so much and for a moment I saw a chance for us. But he is your endgame. He always was” he sighed. “You two are meant to be together, no matter how many times you argue or fight. You two will find a way to be together”

“Seb…”

“Just trust him” he sighed. “Let your heart work for once. Give your heart the control of your decisions and stop making your brain work. I'm sure everything will be okay”

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and feeling little tears.

“I don't regret meeting you” I whisper. “I don't regret the time I had with you…”

“Me neither, Dafne. But he is what you need” he said, making my heart break a little. “I wish you everything good. Goodbye, Dafne”

I closed my eyes hearing the beeping, biting my lip.

Why can't I enjoy the present? Why is the past torturing me?

The day was warm. February started with a sunny day and birds flying around.

Today Charles was coming back home.

After some days of internal battle, I called him, trying to explain to him how I was feeling, trying to put words to my thoughts, opening my heart for him.

“I just… I'm so tired” I smiled weakly, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to fall. “You are giving me all that love, all that time and space… And the only thing I'm thinking about is if this is temporal. There's like a voice in my head making me doubt every move you made, making me remember everything you did to me”

“You know I never wanted to…” he sighed, and I could see the disappointment on his face. 

“I’m losing control, Charles” I whisper. “I don't know who I am anymore. And this changes that happened so fast…”

“It's making you take steps back” he nodded. “Please, don't push me away…”

I looked at him, taking a deep breath. His mind was working, I could tell because he was chewing his lip nervously and sighing.

“I want my life back, Charles” I whispered. “I want my confidence. I'm looking in the mirror and I can't find myself anymore. I'm tired all the time, my feet hurts and my back too”

“My love…” he smiled softly, and again, the way he called me made my heart melt. “You are pregnant. Carrying a baby. Our baby. And I know this is happening right in the best moment of your career, that none of us are ready for this”

“We are not” I sighed, shaking my head.

“But we are working on it” he smiled. “Dafne, you are a strong woman. The strongest I ever met. You never let anyone step on you, what changed now?”

“That I'm letting my guard down, Charles” I sighed. “That the woman that loved to tease everyone, to joke and play was just a mask”

“But the little girl I fell in love with wasn't like that” he said. “The little girl was honest, and passionate about what she loved. She never gave up when something didn't work how she wanted”

“Well, I can't find her anymore” I whispered. “I feel that I'm drowning. And I'm so pathetic, because I started to feel this way right when we were okay, kinda. I let you lead me through this new life and now that I'm alone I feel that I'm going to lose control of everything”

“Dafne, take a breath, hm?” he smiled weakly, taking a deep breath. He laid his back on the head board, with a pillow on his back. “Breathe with me”

“I'm trying…” I sighed, closing my eyes.

“I'm going to tell you what we are going to do next, okay?” he said softly. “Tomorrow morning I'm leaving the camp. I'll go to Monaco because I want to cut my hair and my mom will do it. After that I'm going to go by plane to the nearest airport from the village”

“What about my car?” I smiled weakly. 

“Your car looks so good near my car” he chuckled softly. “So in that way you can try my new car and come to pick me up to the airport”

“Charles…” I sighed, shaking my head. 

“Let me talk, silly” he laughed. “Anyway, what I was saying… Ah, yeah. Well, I want you to go to the village this afternoon with the envelope of the gender”

“What?” I gasped.

“You heard” he smiled, winking at me. “I want you to go to that cake shop you always talked about and give them that paper. And when tomorrow we come back, we are going to stop in the shop and pick up the cake, bring it back home and then have our own gender reveal”

“But what about our families and friends?” I frowned confused.

“We can do that another day” he smiled. “But I can't wait anymore, Dafne. I couldn't stop thinking about that damn yellow envelope in the fridge door, about wanting to know the gender of our child…I even bought baby onesies here, you know? Oh, and one of those things the babies suck”

“A dummy” I smiled.

“Yeah, that” he chuckled. “And a beanie with ears”

“Oh Charles…” I smiled softly.

“Tomorrow we are going to have a date, okay?” he smiled. “So I want you to dress pretty with blue or pink, I'll do the same. You'll come to pick me up and we are going to find out together if we are having a little Charles or a little Dafne, yeah?”

I blushed, and somehow the panic that filled my veins for the last few days started to disappear.

“Idiot” I laughed softly.

“You can have all the fears you want, love” he smiled. “I'll be with you to help you go through them. I'll be the lifesaver you need to not drown”

“I don't deserve you” I sighed.

“No, Dafne. I don't deserve you” he sighed, smiling weakly. “After everything I have done… But I'm trying my best, I'm trying my best to redeem myself”

“You are doing a good job” I nodded.

The pink floral dress still fitted me. Thank God it was elastic on the chest.

Yesterday, after I ended the call with Charles, I did what he asked me, going to the village to leave the envelope to the baker and agreeing to go pick it up the next day.

Charles was landing soon in the Florence airport, only an hour away from the village.

I had everything ready, my bag was ready on top of the table. I cleaned the table from the backyard before getting ready.

Everything was looking good. I was less stressed.

“Athena, I'm leaving!” I said to my cat, hoping she would come before I leave. “Come on, you've been hiding all morning”

When I woke up this morning, I didn't see her. Normally she's sleeping in my bed or in Charles’. But she wasn't there.

“Thena!” I frowned calling her, walking around.

This is not good, the house was suddenly too silent.

“Thena, baby, where are you?” I called her again and again. “It's not funny, I really have to go pick up Charles”

 No answer.

“Fine, sleep all you want” I sighed. “I'll come back soon”

I grabbed my bag and the keys of the car, walking out after looking back. 

But there was something that wasn't right. Something, call it instinct, was telling me that there was something wrong.

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[ggoojjoo]

kageyama + enemies to lovers🤭

this was fun to write acc, and btw this is set after the timeskip, so its buff and tall kags hihi

the loud music was blasting through the big speakers of the club, the bass vibrating through your body. 

you were currently in the club with your friends, secluded from the prying paparazzi. Hinata was behind you, hands on your hips as you danced to the upbeat songs. this didn’t go unnoticed by kageyama, his dark eyes piercing through your skull as you danced with his teammate. 

you did it on purpose, he knew that, but why did he feel this way? why did he feel… jealous?

it happened in a matter of seconds when kageyama grabbed your arm and pulled you to the back of the vip-section, closing the blinds behind him. “you’re a whore, you know that?” he whispered against your lips, hands eager to explore the skin under the skin tight dress you were wearing. “rubbing up on my teammates like that.” you giggled in response, broken off by a soft gasp when his hand squeezed the fat of your thigh particularly hard. he pressed his face into your hot neck mumbling, “gonna fuck you like one.”

“go for it, pretty boy.” no matter how much he hated the nickname you gave him, a shiver ran down his spine to his cock. you yelped as he pressed you down onto your knees, cornering you with his hips. smiling smugly, your freshly manicured fingers fiddled with his jeans, unbuckling his belt and pulling them down to his knees. you felt your mouth water at the sight of his thick bulge, he wasn’t even completely erect, yet. “so big,” you whispered, batting your eyelashes at the volleyball player as you palmed at him through his boxers. kageyama braced his hands against the wall he had you pressed against, his dick in your warm hand as you licked and sucked at his tip. you felt him stiffen in your hands, licking the first bead of precum off. 

he sighed when you took him between your glossy lips, the glitter particles shining in the dim light. “fuck you,” he sighed, hips thrusting ever so slightly. “i fucking hate you so much,” he groaned, grabbing the back of your head to shove his cock deeper in your throat. at this, you hummed around his shaft, pulling a whimper out of him. 

you pulled off of him with a pop, your hand moving up and down on his cock, assisted by your drool and spit. “no, you don’t,” you slurred, smirking up at him. 

your words and hands had kageyama trembling, belly tightening in anticipation. “fuck, (y/n), i’m gonna–” he gasped, fucking into your fist. “open that mouth,” he ordered, looking down at you. you did as told, sticking your tongue out and speeding up the movements of your hands. his moans rose in pitch, his high at an arm's length away. as soon as you sucked on his tip, his resolve snapped. both his hands grabbed your head and he fucked his cum down your throat. “fuck fuck fuck–” 

when he came down his high, he pulled out of your mouth, cock falling slack against your cum stained chin. “you look so pretty when you cum.” you slurred, caressing his strong thighs. 

kageyama chuckled hoarsely, his hand pushing the strands of hair from your face. “let’s go on a date, yeah? just… haa… just you and me.”

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[aakariiiii]

I kept tellin’ her to piss off ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

features: Draken x fem!reader

contains: Draken and reader are arguing in front of all toman members

a/n: yaaayayy my 3rd story since i’ve gotten back!!!! uts draken this time since iys been a while since i’ve written a fic ab him (mostly cuz last time was bad n i keep making him ooc n its so annoying ugh) but yeah i hope u guys enjoy this and i hope i see some requests in my inbox soon!!!!.!.!

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Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a fighting with my boyfriend during a Toman meeting. Never.

So why is it that we are currently yelling at each other, caught in a storm of emotions, while hundreds of eyes glare at both our faces?

“Well, you started it, Ken,” I argue, my body filled with heat as anger curled inside of my guts, burning. Or maybe it’s sadness, because the sight of her arm hooked around his stung, a pang of hurt I couldn’t shake.

“Haa? Are you fucking serious right now? I started it? Entertain me, dumbass,” he yells bewilderingly as a bulging vein appears out of his forehead.

“You know damn well what you did,” I whisper as my emotions threatened to spill over, but I fought to keep them at bay.

Whispers and piercing gazes felt like relentless spotlights, each adding weight to the already burdened air. To make it worse, being surrounded by an audience with menacing curiosity felt suffocating.

A chilly whisper of the passing wind delicately teased my senses, I found solace in its fleeting touch. I could feel Draken’s unbearable yet contradictingly reassuring presence creep up near me. A callous but soft grip embraced my wrist and pulled me out and away from the intrusive crowd, pumping a sense of relief within me. The hushed whispers and murmurs faded away into nothingness as Draken pulled me further away.

As if a thousand feathers took flight from my shoulders, carrying with them the burden that had settled there, I had felt much more comforted.

So why is it that unbidden tears raced down my cheeks, tracing an unexpected river of emotion, painting the canvas of my face with the silent tales my heart refused to voice. The tails that would carve unwanted scars from the truth unveiling within Draken’s awaited words.

Surely, he didn’t cheat right? is what I’d like to tell myself but his arm hooked around hers tells me otherwise.

A despondent sob escaped my mouth shattering the fragile silence as my feet came to a halt, and his grip released my pale wrist.

“Y/n, look at me,” he breathed, his voice tangled with a mess of melancholy.

I shake my head as my sobs continue to dash out of my mouth and my hands involuntarily start rubbing at the tears cascading down my cheeks.

But then I feel the touch of his benignly crude fingers tilt my chin so that his eyes can meet mine. His eyes, black as night, contrarily exuded a soothing presence, urging trust with their serene and comforting gaze.

“Y/n—I swear it’s ain’t what you think. I’d never cheat on you, dumbass. Promise—she was buggin’ me the whole day and I kept tellin’ her to piss off. I was so ready to punch the hell outta her tell I reminded myself that she’s a woman—I swear. I have never talked to her after that day, y/n. You gotta trust me, because both you ‘nd I know that I’m not the typa person to do that kinda shit,” he exhaled, arms falling down to my waist.

I didn’t know how to react, deep within me, I knew Draken would never do that to me. He’d never do that, so why did I not go and ask him about it instead of pulling the shitty move I did by going around his team members and sparking up unwanted conversations with them, while Draken was watching me. He must have felt awful.

I curse at myself as I bring my head to his solid, toned chest, wrapping my arms around his torso.

“I’m so—so sorry, Ken,” I sniffled.

“I do trust you—I just didn’t know how to react after I saw her arm wrapped around yours—I’m so sorry for trying to get back at you the way I did earlier,” I mumble in a muffled matter as my head is buried into his chest.

“I didn’t know you get easily jealous, babe” a teasing chuckle echoed through Draken’s body as he ruffled my hair.

“Oh, shut it! Of course I’d get jealous over you!”

“Of course I’d get jealous when I like you this much,” I mumble, flustered as heat spread into the apples of my cheek.

And with that, he broke our warm embrace to pull me into a kiss that blazed with the fervor of our shared affection, each touch a spark igniting an inferno of love between us.

“I’m joking, babe. I love you so much” he said while pulling away.

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[twinkletfout]

❥SET HER UP ——

✧—Woo, Rihanna

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It seems like Gojo Satoru, the most popular guy in college, is interested in getting to know you better. Man, out of everyone. It has to be the most insanely handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on so how could you reject his pretty charms?

The typical college day has turned out to be something you look forward to experiencing more each day since the day he approached you. And there he was again, standing in the corridor as you exited your final class.

At this point, you knew it wasn't just a formal, simple conversation you had with your senior. But it had escalated when days passed, he would appear out of nowhere, saying his good mornings and evenings like it was completely normal.

You had finally come to the conclusion that he was most definitely hitting on you. Yes, Gojo fucking Satoru wants to ask you out? because there wouldn't be any other way to word it.

He approached you when you came to a stop when he noticed that you spotted him. "Got any plans?" He asked casually looking down at you.

"Not really" you answered as you adjusted the bag that was hanging by your right shoulder.

"Good," he said while a grin flashed on his face.

"Why don't we grab a drink? Together?" He added a charming smile on his face when he asked you. Making you feel warm up and shy around him all at once.

The girls that have now come out from the class, have once again, noticed you with him. You could tell from their faces that they despised you just from the sight of you with Gojo. It has become a routine for you to leave the classes early so they wouldn't spot you with him.

"So what do you say?" He asked again, snapping you back to his question. You nodded before he said "Great"

Oh boy, you were so wrong, the drink you were expecting certainly wasn't this.

"You taste so good— so good, love" he whispered through each breath while he was buried between your thighs with your legs spread for him, your panties halfway down one of your ankles while you fought to sit up on the table inside the private room he booked for just the two of you.

Holding your moans as you bite down on your index finger. Not wanting the people outside the bar to hear what this man is doing to you.

His hot breath brushed your folds, getting his tongue mixed with your slick as he pleased you. He got up to meet your gaze, his cerulean eyes gleaming with desire and lust over you. "Moan as loud as you want, let me hear you," he said while smirking, his fingers tracing down your tummy and now reaching your wet cunt. Forcing you to moan his name as he rubbed your swollen clit. "Haa ngh— mm Gojo,,oo~" you gasped for air as he increased his pace.

"Oh, that's it, You're doing great, baby" he praised you, fueling up the pleasure building up inside you as his other hand played with your nipples, teasing them

"Let me know how much you need this, how much you want me inside you." he said as he thrust his thick fingers inside you, making you moan and clench and cum around his fingers as he pressed his thumb down on your clit.

"Kiss me too, sweetheart?" He zipped down his pants. Revealing his boner to spring out in front of you.

Bobbing your head, and stroking his dick all while he threw his head back clearly swept away with the way you are making him feel. "So fucking good— haa, you take it so well, baby" he started to move at his own pace now. Forcing you to take his full length down your throat. "Just like that, take it" he groaned when he felt himself about to burst soon. "Im close, close— shit, shit" he gasped for air as he came Inside your mouth, a grunt leaving him as he pulled out from your mouth.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. "Open your mouth" You did as he commanded, a devilish smirk growing on his face as he was pleased seeing your mouth filled with his cum. "Swallow it" With one gulp you did what he asked you for. He chuckled seeing you obey each and every word he says.

"This was worth betting on" a whisper, a mumble you heard as you got dizzy in pleasure.