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garoujo · 2 years

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・✶ ｡ﾟnagi’s always got some extra energy when he knows it’s for you.

♱ warnings — f!reader, mention of multiple rounds, previous creampie, kind of soft luuuving yk, all characters written 18+ / note. i’m sorry but i will absolutely continue to be crazy over him, i’ve never loved a man more <3_<3

the second round with nagi is slower than the last, he’s rolled onto his back now to let you straddle him — sinking into the expensive mattress beneath you both as he watches the way your features break into something pretty, his chest heaving as he tries to catch the breath that the tight hug of your cunt feels like it steals from him.

“fu—uck, pretty thing.” he breathes, a trembling undercurrent that’s followed by another lewd, wet connection of your hips. the look he sends you is half-lidded and starry-eyed, his palms smoothing up your hips so he can meet you with a lazy grind of his own that only presses his cock deeper into you, making you grin down at your boyfriend’s flushed, dazed features.

“you tired already?” you tease as you let your fingers smooth along nagi’s cheeks — tracing along the snowy bangs that frame his face as the touch makes him shudder beneath you with a low whimper. “nah.. got way more for you.”

you follow up his words with a sinful swirl of your hips, pussy twitching around the still sensitive glands of his cock as a combination of his cum and your cream gathers around the base — easing every needy bounce of your hips as you chase more of the warmth that he makes burst along your skin.

the lingering pleasure of your orgasm makes a dull ache throb in your limbs with each deep kiss of nagi’s cock against the swollen spots inside of you, your thighs twitching to squeeze around his hips as you grind and hump your pussy along the thick length of him.

every time your hips press flush against his he feels breathless, like the warmth of heaven licks along the bottom of his spine with the way you moan for him, fingertips pressing along the trained muscles of his chest so you can watch the way they tense under your touch.

but how enamoured nagi is by you only spurs you on, urging you to begin a pace that has you crying out for him — your palm pressing against his chest to keep yourself steady while the other takes a handful of your tits, squeezing them between your fingers as he feels his cock throb at the sight.

but he’s greedy when it comes to you, it’s almost instinct the way his body wants to dig another orgasm out of you — to watch the way your lips break to say his name and your brows crumble with how deep it feels like his cock reaches inside of you. so he meets your humps with his own thrusts, grinding his hips up into you as his hands curl into your sides.

“fuck, sei—don’t stop!” you gasp, body crumbling at the strength nagi brings with each wet smack of his hips with yours, his head resting back against the pillows as his eyes flutter closed in bliss. “don’t wanna.. fuck, gimme more of those pretty sounds, angel. need ‘em.”

he’s so fucking close already, his cock’s still sensitive from his last orgasm but god—he could give you more, he’d give you all of him, his soul if you asked without hesitation. so he staves off his own end as a means to pull out more of yours, deliberately pushing his cock against the spots inside of you that he knows will have you creaming around him as you lean down to press your chest against his.

“‘m gonna cum, ugh—g’na make me cum again, pretty thing.” nagi whimpers, it’s low and breathy and the sound alone only pushes you closer to bliss with the throb of his cock, grinding your puffy clit against his pelvis until your hips are twisting and your orgasm rocks through you once more with a drawl of his name.

“ugggh—holy crap.. feels so good.” he gasps as he gives himself into the milking compression of your walls, his slow pace stuttering before he’s pushing another load into your pussy with shallow thrusts and trembling grunts of your name. he presses his palm against your lower back to keep you hugged against him, prolonging both of your pleasure until you’re both breathing heavy and melting into the drowsy atmosphere that follows.

“seishiro?” you hum as you press your cheek against his chest, fingertips tracing little hearts against his chest as he lolls his head to the side to look down at you through his now sweaty bangs.

“we gotta clean up.” you grin because it’s always charming to watch the way nagi’s lips twist into a cute little pout — his fingers coming to toy with his hair as he grumbles under his breath, hugging you closer like he’s trying to keep you trapped there.

“eh, really? nah.. ‘m tired. stay with me a lil longer, angel. cleanin’ up right now would be such a pain..”

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threeadventurers · 7 years

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Act 4 - Midnight Stroll

Graham groggily opened his eyes to the darken room as the heavy rain continued to patter against the window with the low rumbling thunder. Slowly, he sat up and examined around… recalling quickly where he was.

He was at an inn for the night with–

Looking over at the floor sprawled out was the lanky blond pirate who was snoring lightly and currently twisting himself as a pretzel but never the less looking comfortable in the chair huddled in a blanket was the Hylian. Graham smiled. Right. He was sharing a room with Link and Guybrush.

And the smile slowly went away when he realized why he was up in the first place: He needed to use the restroom.

Opting to go barefoot, the archer slowly moved himself from the bed, making sure to not have any of the wooden floorboard creak under his weight or accidentally trip over Guybrush, and quietly left the room. Making sure to close the door gently behind him. In and out… but first he needed to remember where said restroom was.

He walked down the hallway, thankful that the innkeeper was considerate enough to leave just a handful of lanterns by the hallway, all dimly lit so as not to brighten the halls too much but also enough to see where one was going in the dark.

Graham didn’t think much of his direction but figured that as long as he was moving somewhere, he was bound to run into it eventually.

A creak was heard behind the brunet who quickly turned his head and saw nothing. “Probably old floorboards…” He muttered to himself, but that sense of uncertainty lingered in his mind. After all, Link did mention about feeling something watching him.

Shaking his head, Graham continued to press forward when he eventually found himself in front of the door to the restroom. As much as he wished that each room had it… he also understood quickly why they were in separate rooms after spending so many nights within the castle walls of Daventry.

So many knights…

After feeling lighter, Graham left and made his way towards his room. Admittedly, he did feel himself a bit thirsty and decided it couldn’t hurt to grab a cup of water. But much like the restroom, Graham had no idea where the food hall was. “Uggh, should’ve paid attention to the directions.” The archer lamented as he walked by a room, seeing the light underneath the door indicating the guests inside were still very much awake.

“Maybe you caught a cold.” A voice said, attempting to whisper.

“No. I’m not sick, it’s… there’s something.” Another one whined.

“It’s probably my feet.”

“IT’S NOT YOUR FEET!”

“Ugggh, fine. Here’s my blanket. Shut up and go to sleep, man.”

Graham quickly found himself listening in and realized it was rude, backing away from the door and returning to his quest to find the food hall. Unable to get that small smirk on his face, their bickering reminded him of Link and Guybrush.

Shortly what felt like minutes, Graham found himself standing in front of a very locked food hall and frowned. “Darn… would’ve been nice to grab a drink before heading back. But that was what got me up in the first place…”

A creak was heard again.

Graham turned his head, this time certain that it was the sound of someone walking on the floorboard. He looked around the darken hallway, trying to squint to get a better look.

“Hello?” He called out, seeing nothing but hearing the pattering of the rain and creaking floorboard. “Anyone–”

He let out a yelp and covered his ears as the lightening flashed and lit up the entire hallway briefly with a loud bang from the thunder. God, he hated thunderstorms. The wooden creaking continued and Graham started to feel himself getting nervous, opting to just head back to his room and forget all of this has ever happened.

“It was probably the innkeeper… probably just… checking.” Graham tried to convince himself, feeling his pace beginning to quicken as the creaks became more and more frequent.

He cursed his luck as he soon found himself lost in the hallway, unable to recognize which door was to his room. For a split second as another bolt of lightening flashed, Graham saw something from the corner of his eye. But it wasn’t something.

Rather, it was someone.

“Guybrush?” Graham looked over, but the figure quickly vanished. He saw it again in the other corner of his eye and quickly turned. “L-Link?”

The creaking sounds happened again and Graham looked around frantically.

“G-guys, this isn’t funny.” Graham complained, “Knock it off.”

A chill ran up his spine and the archer turned around slowly as another bolt of lightening struck.

And with it a piercing scream.

#act 4 #kings quest

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