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azurelyy · 6 months

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Let's see if I've been shadowbanned by tumblr for not posting in forever. Also, let's see if this gets flagged for me not knowing the TOS anymore LOL. I know most of my followers are here for Naruto content and I am so sorry that this fucking vampire elf has taken over my brain so much that he's the first thing I've written about in forever!

Title: A Bloody Affair

WARNINGS: NSFW beneath the cut. Period oral. F!reader. Astarion goes feral. Fem!reader. Established relationship and slight Act II spoilers. This is just a drabble(ish... I got carried away lmao), but I haddddd to. I’m aware this has been done to death (no pun intended).

His vermillion eyes were darker than usual as you all sat around the firelight, enjoying a hot meal after an unusually hard day of travel. Specks of orange flickered in his gaze like shooting stars through Avernus’ red-hot sky. His hands were tightened into leadened fists by his sides, his lips formed together in a thin line. He’s hungry, and he’s not even trying to hide it.

Amused, you tilted your head to the side, exposing the faded bite marks from when you last allowed him to feed on you a few weeks ago.

“Everything alright, Astarion?” You hummed. “You look pale. Well, paler than normal.”

Astarion laughed, a dark and twisted thing that left your stomach in knots. Would you ever learn to stop teasing him? It only ends badly for you. Every. Time.

“Me? Oh, I’m just fine.” His eyes slowly trailed down your body, locking onto your midsection before flicking back to your face. “You, however,” his fangs glistened in the pale moonlight as he smiled. “You look a little… hot. Too close to the fire, perhaps? Your cheeks are absolutely flushed, my dear.”

And they were. Knowing what the two of you had agreed to out on the battlefield earlier. Awaiting the moment everyone else fell into a deep slumber while you had to sit there, your thighs clamped together as thoughts of Astarion’s tongue ravishing at your core filled your head… It was torturous. Worse than anything Loviatar could come up with.

Karlach scoffed and playfully covered her ears. “Guys! No flirting around the bonfire, pleeeease. It’s hard enough I’ve gone so long without touching someone. I can’t sit here listening to you two flirt all night on top of it.”

You laughed and whispered a soft 'sorry' while Astarion merely hummed his acknowledgement. The rest of the evening was a blur, your mind occupied elsewhere entirely. Finally, when the sounds of snores filled the air and the last of the firelight flickered away, you got up from your bedroll and slowly made your way to Astarion’s tent.

The flap was left partially open and you found Astarion fumbling with a book. He looked distracted, almost like he wasn't reading it at all. The moment you got to the tent entrance, his eyes were upon you - dark, hungry, lustful. You smiled, heat creeping its way up your neck and cheeks, as Astarion swiftly closed the book and tossed it aside.

“Don’t tell me I have to invite you in, darling,” he drawled. “Come here.”

He reached his hand out and you took it gently as he guided you to sit down in his lap. He sighed and nosed his way up the side of your neck, gently swiping his tongue along your still-healing fang marks. His arm wrapped around your midsection, pushing your back against his chest. He's cold, and a small shiver snaked its way down the entirety of your spine as he chuckled a low, "Sorry, pet."

Sweet kisses made their way from your neck to your jaw, until Astarion gently nipped at your earlobe, his free hand slowly roamed up and down your body, squeezing and grabbing at your stomach playfully.

You moaned gently, running your fingers through his silver locks. Astarion's breath hitched in his throat and he slid his hand down to your thigh. His arousal poked into your ass and you rocked in his lap gently; teasingly. His hand became more desperate as he grabbed at your thigh, thrusting his hips gently. You turned your head and ghost your lips over his, meeting his gaze.

His tongue clicked against his teeth as he stared at you. You twisted his hair round your index finger and smile up at him wantonly. The two of you hadn't been intimate since his confession a few weeks ago. You have let him feed on you since then, but never initiate anything sexual. You wanted him to do it. Wanted for it to be organic. He was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time, and you wanted him to know it; to feel it; to be unable to deny your love for him.

Astarion kissed your forehead tenderly, his sweet mouth cool to the touch against your heated skin. He had been surprisingly gentle with you since his confession. Weary, you knew. He had to fight against his instincts every day, doing what he could to unlearn his past behaviors of doing someone else's bidding. It was going to take time, you knew that. You were okay with it. But when he looked at you like this, when he kissed you softly, it made your heart melt completely. You loved him. You'd never say it first, of course, but the feeling was undeniable to you now. Gods, he was going to fucking ruin you.

His mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. His tongue parted your lips and hungrily dominated the kiss as Astarion flipped you over, pushing you down onto his bedroll. His hands were everywhere - in your hair, on your stomach, rolling down your sides. Yours did the same, needily pawing at his body as you wrapped a leg around his waist and gently clawed at his shirt trying to get it off.

He broke away, his tongue sliding from your mouth slowly. His breathing was ragged, not as controlled as it had been in the past. You realized he's letting go, not forcing himself with you. He's being... real. It's so sweet you nearly ruined the moment by blurting out a stupid confessional right then, but as if sensing your anxiety, Astarion simply smirked devilishly.

"You look beautiful," he whispered. "And you smell even better. I'm going to enjoy tasting you tonight." His voice was sultry and hypnotic, practically intoxicating. You squirmed under him nervously as he adjusted to his knees and leaned over to unhook the latch of the tent, leaving you both immersed in nothing but the flickering candle light.

He was back over you in an instant, untucking his shirt from his trousers and over his head, tossing it to the corner of the tent. His body never ceases to amaze you. His skin is made of pure moonlight, pale and annoyingly perfect, with abs that would put even the most acclaimed gods to shame. Astarion winked and pushed his knee to your inner thigh, spreading you open like a tome as his hands glided across your body.

Your heart thundered within your chest as he stripped you of your undershirt, delicately removing the straps like a present. The sting of the cold night air hit your exposed nipples and they puckered from the temperature change. Astarion's practiced hands moved up the length of your arms, guiding them up above your head and he captured your wrists together in his grip, trapping you under him.

He kissed his way down your temple, your cheek, your neck; gently licking his way down your exposed flesh until his tongue rolled around your areola teasingly.

You glanced down and met his burgundy gaze. His pupils were completely blown out with lust and he continued watching you as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swipe over it gingerly. With a loud gasp you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of his tongue completely overwhelm you. His hand dragged its way from your wrists and his thumb and index finger grip your other nipple as he suckles hard, causing your hips to buck and another garbled moan to fall from your traitorous throat.

A wet 'pop' echoed through the tent as his mouth released you. Astarion growled, actually growled, as he slid his hands up your arms again and gripped your wrists, harder this time.

"Hush now, my sweet," his words were sugary but his tone commanding. "I don't want you waking the whole campground. If you do it again, I'll have to force you to be quiet. Understood?"

You nodded in response.

"Sorry, Starry," you whispered.

He had started making work of dragging your trousers down the length of your legs but stopped abruptly at your apology.

"Don't be sorry, love," he said. "Just don't do it again."

You were way past the point of being turned on - you were practically going mad with arousal as he removed your pants and slowly kissed his way down the length of your stomach. You kept your hands placed above your head, nervous about what he may do if you dared to touch him. It was exhilarating. Filthy. The blood at your core was dripping to the rag placed between your thighs and your pulse quickened as Astarion's mouth worked its way towards your cunt.

Lust-stricken and dizzy, your vision blurred as he gently pulled down your panties with his index fingers, testing you. He was working slowly, playing with his food. Such a tease.

You squirmed beneath him and clenched the muscles in your thighs, eagerly anticipating his mouth against your sopping pussy. A chill ran down your spine as your panties were fully removed, and you suddenly became all too aware of what was about to happen. You peered at the silver-haired man above you through your eyelashes and were pleased to find him entranced by what you were sure was a bloodied, messy affair and your panic decreased ever so slightly. Of course a vampire spawn wasn’t going to shy away from some blood… no matter the source.

"You know," you did your best to keep your voice calm and gentle. "That we don't have to do this if it's too much, right?" Even though Astarion was the one to propose this little midnight rendezvous, you couldn't help the small sting of fear from creeping its way to the forefront of your mind. You didn't want him to feel any pressure. And you now knew how hard intimacy was for him. You couldn't believe how blind you had been before; how obvious the façade he put on for you was in hindsight, and you weren't going to allow him to put himself in a position like that again. Not ever.

A low chuckle rumbled from the man below you and you almost passed out from how good his breath felt against the thin veil of fabric covering his mouth from where you needed him most. You tried to shut the thoughts of your arousal out as you waited for his answer, but it never came. Instead, he responded with his tongue gently sliding filthily down the blood-stained cloth that was slowly being removed by his deft hand. Astarion’s voice was nearly indistinguishable to you as he ripped the cloth away, pure gravel.

“If I didn’t want to,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your entrance. “Then you wouldn’t be naked in my tent, love. No more talking now.”

His tongue zig-zagged its way through your pussy before you had a full chance to take in his response, and a loutish moan escaped from deep within your throat as the air was filled with a symphony of lewd slurps. His breath was icy from how aching and seething your cunt was for him, and chill after chill overcame your body with each swipe of his practiced tongue.

He moved your legs to his shoulders as he continued lapping at you like a dehydrated mutt, completely feral for you. Your thighs clamped against his head and you dug your nails into the pillow, clinging desperately onto something to give your soul purchase to the Earth lest it be transported to the fifth dimension. His arms looped under your thighs and he sunk his nails deep into your flesh, marking you as his while he continued licking you desperately. His mouth was rolling over your folds and sucking at you raunchily - every single move he made was audibly wet and absolutely filthy. It was amazing. You were afraid he might lose control, and you almost yanked at his hair to rip him off you, but his tongue slowed then and rolled up the length of your cunt before circling your clit.

You whined greedily as you rocked your hips, trying to maneuver his tongue to your engorged nub without permission. Astarion immediately withdrew his tongue then, licking his way down to your inner-thigh and kissing your slick skin before piercing you with his sharp fangs. A frosty sensation shot through your bloodstream and you gasped loudly, tangling your fingers into his hair just as the frigid pulses from where his fangs sunk into you melted to an almost unbearable fever.

Astarion’s nails were embedded into the soft skin of your hips as he drank from you. Your heart banged against your chest like a prisoner trying to escape from their cell and you were certain it was loud enough that it could be heard by the entire camp. Just as your grip started to loose on his hair, his fangs were replaced by his tongue swiping at the small punctures on your thigh.

“Such a lovely little treat you are,” Astarion hummed, punctuating it with a final kiss to your thigh. “Thank you.”

Thank you. It was so sincere. So intimate. Two words, yet they held such power over your heart. His mouth was against yours again and your core was burning for him. You were needy. Desperate. Your hips thrust up towards him and he pulled away with a hum.

“Greedy little thing tonight, I see,” he teased. He smirked down at you and kissed your cheek before moving his mouth once again to hover over your entrance. Two nimble fingers pushed into your core as Astarion’s tongue glided swiftly over your clit. An unfamiliar sound erupted from your chest, a high pitched whine, before his free hand was clamped over your mouth.

“Shut up.” He commanded, and you were done for. Your hands tugged at his hair hysterically as his tongue circled your clit with a brutal slowness. There was no decency left in you. You were nothing but a husk, awaiting Astarion’s mercy of allowing you the pleasure of coming all over his sweet tongue.

Your teeth sank into the skin of his hand while he fucked you with his mouth. He was loud; slurping and sucking at your pussy like he needed it to survive. The air in the tent was unbearably hot. Your skin was sticky with sweat and your lungs hardly had any oxygen left. Astarion pulled back slightly, his fingers pushing in and out of your entrance with lewd squelching sounds as he demanded, “Look at me.”

Without hesitation, your eyes fluttered open and you watched as he dived his face into your cunt again, his gorgeous eyes locked onto yours. You tried to speak but he only clamped his hand harder over your mouth as he continued lapping at you, the flat of his tongue firmly planted against your clit. The familiar coil in your stomach tightened and then released harshly as you orgasmed, your entire body squirming in delight. Astarion moaned through your orgasm, the timbre of his voice sultry as he drank you in like the most lavish of wines.

“Fuck,” you groaned when Astarion released your mouth. He seductively pulled his fingers out of you and licked off the mess you made on them with a smile before he maneuvered himself to spoon you.

“Wait,” you said, “I wanted to-”

“Hush, love,” he assured. “I promise I’m content with everything. I want you to be comfortable now. Will you stay with me tonight?”

He nibbled at the top of your ear as his arm wrapped around your middle and brought your body close to his. You hummed and nestled into him, allowing him to be your protective barrier. Being this close to him wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed to be this close to him forever. He was security. He was warmth. He was home.

You nodded as you felt yourself start to succumb to the unbearable drowsiness from the day, but you clung to his hand in yours as his finger painted pretty pictures on the skin of your stomach.

“Goodnight, love,” he whispered. “And thank you.”

“For what?” You mumbled, doing your best to fight against the fade of sleep.

There was a brief moment of silence as you listened to the sound of your heartbeat steady itself. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. Astarion nestled his face closer, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek and right as you started to drift away, he said the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

“For being mine.”

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stellarbit · 10 days

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Do Not Look Away

Tech x fem!reader

2.7k words NSFW - eye contact kink, unprotected sex, light dom

Tech never really paid mind to eye contact. Finding you staring him down, however, changed that completely and working him up more than he expected.

Notes: 'Sarad' means flower in Mando'an, cute nickname. This gif makes me feral. Just think of that on top of you.

Tech absorbed the details of his surroundings with a meticulous eye, viewing the world around him as an intricate web of data to be analyzed and understood. Eye contact, though useful for evaluating intentions and planning strategies, wasn't his primary focus.

This preference shifted unexpectedly during a routine briefing in the Marauder. While Hunter and Echo discussed the mission's terrain, and Wrecker and Omega showed their usual enthusiasm, Tech was busy ensuring the mission data on his datapad matched the verbal instructions. Satisfied, he pocketed the device and prepared to give Hunter his full attention.

That’s when he inadvertently met your gaze.

You were watching him intently, your eyes steady and revealing nothing that he could easily interpret. Surprisingly, it was Tech who broke the gaze first, a rare moment of vulnerability for someone so controlled. He quickly looked back, his interest piqued by the challenge you presented, and noticed a small, confident smile playing on your lips. It was slightly disconcerting yet undeniably captivating.

This momentary exchange unsettled Tech in a way he hadn’t anticipated. The directness of your gaze stirred something within him, igniting a flurry of thoughts that were less about data and more about the curious look you had. He found himself eager to understand the enigma of your steady eyes and the subtle confidence they conveyed.

For the first time, Tech felt an urge to maintain that connection, to hold your gaze and engage in a silent conversation only the two of you could comprehend. This newfound fascination made him want to explore this interaction further, to understand why you seemed so intent on him and him alone.

Tech had assumed that, under the circumstances, your attention would be squarely on Hunter as he discussed the mission details. Yet, when he glanced away for a moment to check on his brothers and Omega, and then back to you, the intensity of your gaze was undiminished.

As he held your eyes this time, a warmth spread across his face, an unusual sensation for him. His chest tightened, a physiological response that was both puzzling and intriguing.

The way the light caught in your eyes seemed to draw him in deeper, binding him to the moment in a way that data and analysis never could.

He had rarely seen you so intensely focused, and it felt as if he was discovering a new facet of you. Being the exclusive focus of your attention was absolutely fascinating. It sparked a curiosity in Tech - did you frequently watch him?

The thought that you might often watch him with such focus sent a thrill through him, stirring a newfound eagerness within. Though he could never be certain of your habits, one thing crystallized in his mind—he would not overlook such moments again.

When your gaze finally shifted away, Tech continued to watch you, his thoughts now revolving around how he might recapture your attention. His mind raced through potential conversations and shared tasks that could bring your focus back to him. It was a new kind of strategy, one that involved personal connection rather than battlefield tactics.

Over the course of the next few rotations, as the mission unfolded, Tech found himself increasingly attuned to your presence. He noticed each time you looked his way, though these instances seemed to become shorter and less frequent.

With every brief glance, Tech felt a mix of anticipation and dissatisfaction grow within him. Each fleeting moment left him more restless, his mind constantly toggling between the mission data and the enigmatic patterns of your attention

As the mission drew to a close, you were under Echo's care, receiving treatment for a leg injury. Hunter and Omega were at the controls, piloting the ship, while Wrecker had retreated to his bunk for some much-needed rest. Tech stood a short distance behind Echo, ostensibly engrossed in finalizing mission details on his datapad.

Echo was busy tending to your wound, periodically dictating observations for Tech to cross-reference against their medical logs. Despite the important task at hand, Tech found his focus drifting.

When you, perhaps growing weary of the silence, looked up, your eyes met his. Tech’s head was angled towards his datapad, but his eyes were fixed on you.

You stilled at the sight. His gaze lingered with his earlier impatience giving way to a quiet intensity.

The room filled with the soft hum of the ship and the low murmur of Echo's medical updates, but you couldn’t notice anything beyond Tech.

You were the one to drop your eyes first, searching the rest of his face for a clue as to what he was thinking. The sight of a slight smile pulling at his lips sent warmth crawling up your neck and straight to your core.

Just then, a cool touch on your leg snapped you jolted you back to present.. Echo's concerned face came into view as he applied bacta cream—a detail you would have noted had your attention not been so thoroughly captured by Tech.

“"Did that hurt?" Echo inquired, mistaking your reaction for discomfort.

With a nervous laugh, you shook your head. "No, no! Just cool, that's all." As Echo completed the bandaging, your gaze drifted back to Tech. He had turned his attention back to his datapad, fingers tapping away with a renewed sense of purpose.

The rest of the ride back to Ord Mantell was uneventful. Upon landing Echo, Wrecker, and Omega quickly filed out to head to Cid’s. Hunter paused to speak with Tech before following them out.

"Make sure the systems are fully functional. We took fire before we made it offworld; I’d rather be prepped to go rather than make repairs later."

From behind his helmet, Tech nodded, albeit with a bit of exasperation. “I was already on it.”

Hunter gave you a pat on the shoulder as he turned to leave. “Keep him on track, will you?”

Tech had already moved to the control boards by the time you caught up, his back to you as he deftly navigated through the various system checks on the displays.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between the memory of his intense gaze earlier and the task at hand. With a deep breath, you started to walk past him toward the bunks, trying to focus on anything but him.

But as you passed Tech, the sound of the Marauder’s door sealing shut echoed through the hold. You turned, instinctively looking back over your shoulder.

“Sarad,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. The tone, soft yet certain, made you turn fully towards him.

You felt his stare before you saw it.

Slowly, you turned to face Tech, who now stood between you and the door. The sight of his eyes, clear and penetrating behind the frame of his helmet, sent a thrill through you.

He moved towards you with slow, deliberate steps, his gaze fixed intently on yours. "It seems that you have been watching me," he stated, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of curiosity. As he removed his helmet, revealing his full expression, the room seemed to grow smaller around you. "Without my knowledge."

A nervous smile briefly crossed your face, words struggling to form as you met his piercing gaze. "What can I say? You’re easy on the eyes," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took a few more steps forward, reducing the distance between you. Instinctively, you stepped back, your back almost brushing against the bunks. Tech paused, adjusting his goggles as he noted your movement. His eyebrows knitted together in concern. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" he asked, his tone softening, indicating his readiness to step back if you indicated any discomfort.

“Not in the way you might imagine.” You answered, referring, whether he realized it or not, to the ache growing between your legs.

The slight raise of his brows indicated he understood precisely what you meant.

Without breaking eye contact, Tech raised his forearm and activated his comm. “Hunter, diagnostics are showing this may take some time. If you want this done in short time, keep the interruptions to a minimum.” His tone was firm, ensuring no further disturbances would interfere.

It took only one more step for Tech to close the distance between you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, applying just enough pressure to guide you gently. Your body responded instinctively to his touch, moving backward until your legs hit the cot, prompting you to sit.

Tech towered over you momentarily before he angled his head back, taking in the sight of you sitting wide-eyed before him. His gaze was intense, yet there was a hint of wonder in his eyes as he processed this unusual situation.

With a gentle touch, he tilted your chin up with his forefinger, the air thickening between you. “If you wouldn’t mind…” His voice was low, almost a whisper as he moved to crouch, bringing himself to eye level with you. “Remove your pants, Sarad.”

His hand slid over your thigh, his thumb grazing perilously close to the apex of your legs. “If I am correct, I may be able to help with the discomfort you are feeling.” A confident smile played across his lips, adding to the mounting tension. With a teasing glint in his eyes, he added, “And I am seldom wrong.”

You swiftly removed your pants, and with Tech between your legs, he assisted as much as he could. The feel of his gloved fingers on your skin was unexpectedly intense, the fabric of his gloves somehow amplifying the heat rather than muting it.

Dressed only in your panties, you felt Tech’s focus shift as he noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric between your legs. His head remained still, but his eyes lifted to meet yours, his hand traveling up your thigh again.

His thumb brushed lightly over the wet spot and then slipped between the fabric and your skin right to the source of your wetness. His finger paused and his eyes widened slightly. “Just as I suspected.” It was all he said before he pushed his thumb into you.

A low whine escaped you and your head tilted back, overwhelmed by the sudden pressure. Noticing your reaction, Tech adjusted his approach, replacing his thumb with two fingers into the tender area, drawing your attention back to him sharply.

“Do not look away,” he instructed, his fingers moving with a deliberate, slow curl that echoed the steady cadence of his voice.

You inhaled sharply and found yourself gripping his shoulder. “Then give me more,” you managed, your voice a blend of challenge and plea.

Tech’s eyes widened again, his focus intensifying as he registered your reaction. He pulled his fingers from you, leaving you empty and wanting.

Using your knees for leverage, he shifted his position with the fluidity born of his training. He crawled on top of you, maintaining eye contact as you adjusted beneath him. You lay back with your spread legs on either side of him.

Tech lowered himself on top of you. Caging you in with a forearm resting next to your head, he ran a hand up your neck to lightly grip your face. “I assume you know what I’m going to do.”

Your hands move between you, pulling away his gear as your only response. “Don’t make me wait, Tech.”

A noise came from him, acknowledgement mixed with hunger, and he nodded. You worked him free of his pants, hand grazing over the length of him. He flinched at your touch, momentarily looking between you to where your hand worked on him.

He pulled one of your legs to hook around him and angled his hips to line up with your entrance. Feeling the tip of him rubbing against you, you tried for a view of it, but Tech’s hand found your face again. His thumb pulled at your lip, working your mouth slightly open.

“I already told you,” he grunted as the head of his cock pressed into you. “Eyes on me.”

When your eyes met again, Tech rolled the full length of himself into you. He filled and stretched you out, pushing into you even after being fully sheathed. The pressure he forced into you made you see stars and your hands gripped at his neck, working into his hair.

When he moved, it took everything in you to maintain the eye contact demanded of you. You wanted to lose yourself completely, but you stayed present, jaw opening more at Tech’s grip on your face.

“That’s a face I have not seen.” Tech commented, his voice slightly breathless as he increased the pace. “Show me more.”

As he worked deeper and faster into you, you convulsed around him and in response you felt him throb. Your eyes, that focused look that had entranced him so thoroughly, drove him into long hard thrusts to control his mounting ecstasy.

Your breathing became labored with his steady, relentless thrusting. You drug your nails over the back of his neck, pleading to him, “Tech, wait.”

“Negative,” he panted and, with a groan, changed his angle. His cock hit a soft spot into you, wracking you entirely with pleasure. The grip of your leg tightened around him, matching the squeezing grip you had around his cock.

For a moment, your eyes fluttered shut. The break in eye contact flared something in Tech. He needed your eyes on him. In the moment he thought he may never be able to stomach you looking at anything but him again.

Tech slammed his hips into you harder than before. Shoved deep inside you, he stilled and you arched at the ache of his cock rammed against your cervix. Your eyes flew back open and back to Tech.

“Tell me what you did.” Tech murmured, making you suck in a breath.

“I closed my eyes.”

He moved his hips back only slightly before ramming back inside of you. You moaned loudly against him. “What were you supposed to do?” Tech moved your face side to side, watching as your eyes stayed steady on him.

“Keep my eyes on you.” You said, practically on the verge of tears. You’d wanted this for so long, although this was more than anything you could have imagined. Barely able to keep a coherent thought, you worked your muscles tighter around him.

“Excellent.” He whispered, delighted at the submission you displayed. Tech receded from you and filled you again - over and over. He hadn’t missed the changes in you, the heightened pitch of your moans and the tension rippling through you, when he shifted his hips.

Maintaining that splendid angle, Tech pounded into you. A bit of your saliva dripped onto his thumb at your lip. Curiosity driving him further, he dipped his thumb into your mouth and roamed over your tongue.

The softness of your mouth around him and the moan it elicited from you drove him over the edge. He hadn’t anticipated you’d drive him into a near delirium.

“Sarad, I’m-”

“Do it,” You begged, already knowing what was coming. Your own release ready to unleash. “Please, Tech. I need you.”

Those three words sealed it. His thrusts became rapid and shallow until he grunted against you, completely losing himself inside of you.

You felt him spilling against you, each pulse of his cock releasing another wave of his seed. Your own orgasm squeezing out every desperate ounce of him until he went slack against you, his forehead resting against yours.

The look between you changed, softening. All the tension built up over your mission dissipated as you both relaxed into each other's arms. When his eyes roamed your face, you finally were allowed to do the same to him.

Pulling yourself up, you moved your mouth against his. The softness of the kiss almost working you up for another round.

Releasing your face, Tech pushed up to position himself upright. He righted his goggles on his face and fully took in the sight of you splayed out for him. His own fluids seeped out around his cock still buried inside of you. A satisfied smirk rested on his lips.

"Judging by your relaxed state, I'd say that was effective as anticipated.” He said, wiping the sweat on his face away with the back of his hand. “Comfortable now, aren’t you?”

The pleasant, delirious hum you managed told him all he needed to know. “We can always go again to test that theory.” You purred.

He chuckled, extending you a hand. “After we finish the diagnostics.”

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veritable-trash · 1 year

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We Could Go All Night

i am literally losing my mind, no thoughts fully feral he is all i have been thinking about oh my god oh my god oh my god

Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F!Reader

Words: 2.1K

Warning: 18+ like actually so nasty, like actually i need help, like actually this man send my brain straight into the gutter, i want to devour him body AND SOUL, piv, this man a warning alone, biting, overstimulation, it's nasty and dirty you've been warned.

A/N: hahahAHHAHAHAH ok so i've been hyperfixated on him. i cannot think of anything else other than his man and all of the nasty things so i wrote this in a feral horny stupor and i hope you possibly enjoy it. this is sorta a continuing of orange daydream but it's not necessary to read that to enjoy the freak nasty here :) alright hope you enjoy this horny mess hehehehehehe <3333333

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It’s not common that you are the one that wakes in a cold sweat at night.

Usually it’s you wrapping Santi in your arms from behind as he whimpers in his sleep, the skin on his back tacky with cold sweat and memories he still has a hard time even telling you about.

But tonight it’s you, the anxiety dreams stealing you away from the peace that was your shared bedroom.

In your house.

With Santi.

Though even that thought can’t bring you back from the ledge of wracking shivers and restless limbs.

Your eyes snap open for what feels like the hundredth time that evening, an exhausted sigh muffling into the pillow that’s damp with sweat. Why tonight of all nights your mind decides to go on a high speed race completely evades you but it doesn’t seem like you and sleep will be warm and cozy friends this evening.

And it pains you even more because Santi is sleeping so sweetly pressed up behind you. Nose burrowed in the crook of your neck, legs tangled up with yours and the sheets, fingers splayed from the bottom of your ribs down to just below your belly button and usually the feel of him, the way he holds you would have you drifting into the sweetest dreams and all encompassing comfort.

But now you’re too cognizant of every breath hoping to not wake the beautiful man behind you who will probably never get enough good sleep in his life with how his brain works.

You close your eyes again, trying to steady your breath once more, counting sheep, counting your breaths, ticking away the seconds, anything to get you to calm the fuck down and every single tactic seems to drive you further up the wall. You have to get out of this bed.

But the second you move to try and quietly shift out of Santi’s grip, he presses you back to him, finger tips digging into the softness of your stomach, a whiny grumble settling against the middle your spine.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The smile that slips across your lips can’t be helped. He sounds divine.

Gravelly and deep and so content, you never thought he would be able to find such calm.

You bring the hand resting against your stomach up to your lips and whisper into his palm,“Oh baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you I just can’t sleep my brains all over the fucking place tonight, I’m just kinda loosing it.”

Every word is pressed into the callouses and dips along his hand and fingers and he nuzzles even closer to you, somehow pressing even more of himself against the back of you, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling back into him, pressing just as much back into him, needing him to know how much being close to him like this can still calm you.

His hand drops from your lips to wrap itself around your jaw turning your head back to him, and he sits up just enough for you to see his sleepy eyes tracking across your features.

God it’s just unfair that he gets to look like that.

“What can I do baby? You want me to distract ya for a bit, hm?” Even at three in the morning, with his hair mussed, features coated in a layer of sleep he still wiggles his eyebrows at you with promise and you giggle at him and the whirring in your brain slows by a couple miles per hour.

His mouth drops back down to the corner of your jaw, mouthing at you in a way that has your hips rolling back against him, thoughts slowly eddying out till all you can think about is his warm breath against your skin and the hardening line of his cock against your ass.

“Well, when you say it so sweet like that, I mean how could a girl refuse?”

He huffs a laugh against your throat, adding a nip of teeth into the mix that pulls a gasp from you, his hand traveling just a smidge lower, wrapping around your throat and pulling you fully flush to him now.

“You feel so fucking good baby, don’t know how I don’t wake up every night to fuck you.”

And the fucking mouth on him too. You whimper against your pillow as his mouth sucks and bites at the exposed column of your throat and his hips continue to roll against your ass, letting you feel exactly what’s waiting for you and yet leaving you so, so empty.

His hand travels down lower, wrapping around your thigh and pulling it back over his own, opening you up to him and his cock slips down to rut against your sopping folds.

“Fuck, Santi, please, please, please, baby, please.” You’re babbling as his cock continues its long slow strokes against you but not in you. You can feel your wetness coating him, can hear the sound of him slipping against you over and over and over again. His breath so hot on the back of your neck, teeth clamping down just so on your shoulder, you’re drowning in him, willfully succumbing to the way he’s making you feel.

“So fucking wet for me baby, always so wet for me, god yes. You want my cock, hm? That what you want? I can’t wait to feel you baby, can’t wait to have you wrapped around me, fuck you’re gonna feel so good. You going to be good for me? Be my good girl just for me, ya?”

You keen for him, whimper and roll your hips just so and he just catches at your entrance and the moans ripped from both of your throats are lewd. Dirty and needy and fracturing around the edges with how worked up you both are.

“Yes, Santi I’ll be so good for you baby. Only for you, always for you.” You’re words are slurred but he hears you loud and clear. The bite of his teeth and the groan against your skin confirms that he heard you.

And with those beautiful words, he finally slips into you down to the hilt.

“F-fuck, so fucking tight baby, yes.”

He nestles somehow even deeper into your core, hips pressed flush to the curve of your ass, and your toes curl with the stretch of him. The air is knocked out of your lungs, a breathless whine all that you can give when he fills you like this.

His palm rests against your lower stomach and you know he can feel himself in your gut as he roles all the way out and snaps right back in.

“Santi, shit, yes, just like that, just like that, you feel so good.” Every snap of his hips has you chocking on air, words breathless, moans high pitched and keening and you can feel his chuckle up and down your spine.

You can barely hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears and your own moans, until Santi slows down his punishing pace to slow, long strokes through your heat.

And then you finally hear how fucking wet you are. The squelch of his cock pushing in and out of you now deafening and all you can focus on as Santi whines against your back, his fingers trailing down to between your thighs feeling how you’re stretched around the girth of him.

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking wet for me. Jesus, fucking dripping for me, fuck. Stretched so pretty around me sweetheart, so good for me.”

His words rip you to shreds, drool pooling on the pillow as your mind blanks out with the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. The slow roll of his hips driving you fucking insane with how you need more, your orgasm building in slow lapping waves that somehow feel like they’re also about to fucking drown you. Your hand comes up to dig into his curls tugging him ever closer as you start to roll your hips back, following his strokes.

He chokes on a moan, your grip in his hair tightening as the coil in your stomach builds to something almost painful.

Yet his strokes stay slow, punching up into you, pleasure clawing at every nerve in your being.

“I need more, baby, please, fuck, just a little more baby, please.”

“Anything for you my good girl, anything for you baby, fuck always, anything.”

And then his fingers find your clit and press.

You almost scream out as the pleasure rips from your core, the orgasm you’d thought was only in the distance, actually right there just waiting for that final press to finally drown you in wave after wave after wave of pleasure.

It starts as a spasm, your walls clamping down in a vice like grip around his cock, the pleasure so overwhelming it’s almost painful. Your whole body starts to shake as Santi continues plunging into your cunt, through every shiver, every pulse, pulling pleasure from every corner of your being, his fingers continuing to press tight circles against your clit.

You’re babbling incoherently into your pillow, your body not sure if it wants more or if it’s all too much, and then you feel Santi’s hips start to stutter against your ass. Can feel more than hear his groans as he starts to fill you with pulse after pulse of his cum, filling you till he starts to leak out onto your thighs.

It’s all so wet, and he nips at the column of your throat as his fingers continue to rub against your clit even as your orgasm ebbs away. His cock is still stuffed in you, barely softening as he continues to tease at you and your body starts to shiver with the overwhelming feeling of it.

“Baby, can you give me one more? I think you can give me one more, tell me if it’s too much but I think you can do it baby. Let me make you feel good, my good girl, doing so good for me, fuck yes baby please.”

You whine, high pitched and needy, and your body can’t decide if it wants to pull away from his fingers or grind into them harder. You turn your head, seeking out his lips and the kiss is messy, more heaving breaths and nips of teeth than anything else.

But it all feels so fucking good.

Your hips start to move against his fingers, and his responding groan settles scorching hot in the pit of your stomach where another orgasm seems to be somehow building once again as though the first one never even fully finished. He has you wrapped around his finger, and you aren’t one to complain.

This orgasm builds slower than the first, but no less intense, the still lingering ripples of pleasure starting to crash into each other.

Your breaths are more like pants and he holds you painfully still as he circles over your clit with such precision the pleasure blurs with pain as tears leak from your eyes. He’s ruining you. Completely and utterly destroying you as he builds you up to heights you didn’t know you could reach.

And as he sinks his teeth into your pulse point, fingers circling one final time with an earth-shattering press, you fracture into a million little pieces.

You can’t even moan, can’t even breath as your orgasm chews you up and spits you out. You can only shiver in his arms as he whispers praise after praise into your ear, lips sucking at the lobe, pulling the pleasure somehow even further.

Finally the wave breaks and you’re panting his name, clawing at his arm, shoving his hand away from your clit because now it’s too fucking much. Your body curling in on itself as burning pleasure sparkles from your fingertips to your toes that has your minding blanking out, the only thing grounding you being the soft press of Santis lips against your skin and the warmth of his body.

You don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours before your eyes finally blink open and you uncurl your fingers and toes, wiggling them around working out the numbness, and try to stretch your spine only to feel Santi’s cock, fully hard again and still so, so deep inside you.

Santi and you both moan into the night air and you can feel his smile against your throat. You can't help but giggle back at him.

It seems as though tonight is long from over.

Not that you’re complaining. Who needs sleep anyways.

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lol sorry take me to horny jail i just couldn't help myself :) he is just so hot and I WANT HIM!!!!! alright gonna go curl up in a ball in my room and think about him for another million hours kisses <333333

#santiago gracia x you #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia x you #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garcia x reader #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #i'm feral for him #he is all i can think about #ugh ugh UGH where are men like this??? WHERE??????

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tinalbion · 4 days

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6.7k words on this Ghoul oneshot, oh my god, guys. I think it might be posted tomorrow, or here's hoping! 😅🤭

New hyperfixation, hellur?? Did NOT expect this at all, but here we are. Hope y'all like the radiation cowboy lmao

#tinalbion speaks #shut up tina #this cooper howard brainrot is REAL #I'm feral for him #can't you tell?

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tiredmamaissy · 1 year

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Ralak eats pussy for pleasure and u know damn well he loves it when he can rest his head on the flesh of your thighs while sucking on your clit and curling his fingers inside of u

-🐟👄

oh fuck yes. he gets off from watching your face screw with pleasure. he just loves the way your brows pinch together when your about to cum inside his mouth, and nothing gets him going more than the throb of your clit on his tongue. he's quick to pull his finger out of you so he can have his taste of you, letting your cum coat the inside of his mouth because its so thick and sticky.

#ralak #my 🐟👄 anon <3 #ralak smut #i'm feral for him

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genshin-side-piece · 7 months

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Not to be greedy, but an accurate depiction of me waiting for Neuvillette's trailers.

#I'm feral for him #pleaase just drop them hoyo #I want to see #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact neuvillette #genshin neuvillette #chief justice neuvillette #neuvillette

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specialgrades · 8 months

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Gojo's undercut,,, his longass legs,,, his pretty lips n eyes,,, his charming smile,,, his bigass hands,,, I need him inside me at all times 24/7 365 Oh my god I NEED him to fuck me n then shove a plug in my hole so I'll always have a piece of him with me,,, need his balls slappin against my ass frfr

GOJO SATORU MY MF MAN!!! THANK YOU TO MY MAN

gojo the type of guy to fuck you before going out to an event 'n make you wear a plug, being so charming and well frankly himself with everyone but also teasing you the whole time. subtle touches and hungry eyes, he'll for sure be fucking you full even more in the bathroom halfway through the event too <3

#💌 ; asks.#❤️‍🔥 ; fwends #i'm feral for him #type of guy to take photos of you absolutely debauched in the mirror and put it side by side the official photos like duality of man #he loves fish hooking you :( n then shoving his long ass fingers down your throat :(#❤️‍🔥 ; fwends : teyvat-writer.

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akandesprincess · 1 year

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Back on my shit of loving the character that has 0 content...

#fucking loving this #yeah its Doomfist post again #I'm feral for him #hes my guilty pleasure u know

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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Nanami is super into fucking you with his watch on.

He’ll strip himself completely nude except for his wrist, his fingers massaging your puffy clit until you’re whining against him, already on the brink of an orgasm just from that. He checks the minute hand on his watch, taking a mental note on when you first climax. It’s a fun little challenge he sets for himself: how many times can he make you come within fifteen minutes? Half an hour? A full hour? Sometimes, he takes guesses, and most of the time, he’s right. And when he's wrong, it’s because he makes you come more than he expects you to. Tonight is one of those times.

He's relentless with his fingers, stroking your pussy up and down, in and out, coated in your arousal. He loves playing with your swollen bud, flicking it until you’re squirming from overstimulation. The slick that gushes out of you is so pretty, all shiny and glossy for him. So inviting for a taste. But no; he’ll resist until he can make you come once more from his fingers. Get you completely soaked so it’s juicy for his mouth. He knows just how much you love coming with his soft lips puckered around your clit, his tongue lapping at your greedy cunt, gaping and desperate to be filled with his cock. By the time thirty minutes pass, you’ve come twice from his fingers, and thrice from his mouth, eating you out sloppily until your limbs feel shaky, body spent but still so needy for him.

When he finally puts his dick inside you, he uses his watch for another purpose: to edge you so that you can fucking squirt all over him. He pounds into your tight pussy from behind, slamming his hips against your ass, marveling at the way it jiggles with each thrust. You’re moaning from the pleasure, completely fucked out. You want to come again so badly, but he won’t let you. “Not yet,” he growls, turning his wrist to inspect the time. “Be a good girl for ten more minutes, okay? Hold it for me sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

And of course you will, because he’s so encouraging, so sweet, so fucking big inside you, filling you to the brim. When the ten minutes is almost up, he reaches around you, toying with your sensitive clit. You whine, twitching from the sensation, head buried into the pillow, damp with sweat and drool. He leans over you, breath hot on your ear, whispering, “That’s it, honey. Let it all out for me. Make a fucking mess.”

So you do, spraying him in your juices, spilling onto the sheets below you. He absolutely loves it, seeing you so filthy like this. It’s just what he needs to reach his own orgasm, the one he’s been building up since an hour ago, continuously on the brink ever since your first climax. He comes inside you, stuffing you full of his creamy load only to watch it dribble out slowly as soon as he pulls out.

His watch is soaked in your essence, but that’s alright. In fact, it’s exactly what he wanted.

#mdni banner by @/cafekitsune #nanami smut #nanami drabble #nanami kento smut #kento nanami smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami #HELP #I'm so fucking feral for him #I should be asleep but I'm doing this instead LOL #barely proofread so sorry for any typos or errors

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mmmitchmmmarner · 1 year

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mitchell i love u

#leafs lb #21 #the streak!!!#that was a hot goal #i adore him #i'm feral for him

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violet-catsarelife · 5 months

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so I saw the panels from Titans Beast World and blacked out.

He's the goodest good boy. So what if he ate a raccoon. and maybe killed some people. So what.

Look at him all curled up!! He deserves all the headpats and scritches🥰

(said panels under cut)

#so apparently I'm not immune to furry Jason #who knew?#jason todd #red hood #dc fanart #titans beast world #titans: beast world #I can't believe werewolf Jason is canon #yeah I'm aware he's going through some angst in his inner monologue. but I don't care #Shower him in pets and let him indulge in his feral instincts!#violetdoodles

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thenegoteator · 11 months

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—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- 'One Art' by Elizabeth Bishop

you ever think about how after everything Ahsoka told Vader "I'm not leaving you" and it wasn't enough

#ahsoka #star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #swr #tcw #xuserann #my art #going FERAL about these two again actually #and about poetry.#something something about losing. and leaving. and being left. and coming back too late.#imagine ahsoka hearing how vader died.#padme and luke both said 'there's still good in him' and ahsoka KNEW that and yet he would not show it to her.#i'm chewing drywall

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bishicat · 1 month

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newest hyperfixation alert!!!

#ending my tumblr art block with some sketches of HIM 🥰🥰#these past couple of weeks I've been watching the prequels + clone wars and let's just say I'm kinda feral #anakin/vader has me in a chokehold (pun intended) and hayden is just soooo beautiful #I'm itching to draw some anidala but that's for another night #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #star wars fanart #sw fanart #digital art #sketch dump #my art #bishiart

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andy-clutterbuck · 2 months

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The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye

#I AM ABSOLUTELY FERAL #Rick Grimes #*#rg #The Ones Who Live #towl spoilers #SCREAMS #would let him raw me in a rusty rundown gas station that looks like it belongs in deliverance or the hills have eyes or somethin #no censoring we die like men #i was gonna blame daylight saving time but i'm just like this #i clearly need him in a way that's concerning to feminism #and my general health it appears #im willing to get gas station tetanus #i'd be walking like i'd ridden a horse for 500 miles #until we're fined for disturbing the peace #what a majestically gorgeous man #that face is the actual iron throne #i'll start the war to sit there #i am reverting to my primal state #i want him to build me a house and a fire and father my children #i don't like kids #but i'm about to make like that time i played Life and had so many kids i had to get an extra car #as long as he will protect and provide for them #i need to go to bed

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ksakiswh0re-xo · 1 month

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✧ cockwarming draken while you study :

cw: fem reader, cockwarming, draken teasing, dirty talk/praise, hair-pulling, backshots, spanking, big dick warning lolol

wc: 634

Imagine cockwarming Draken while you study. You're sitting on your bed with your laptop and books all around you and you're naked from the waist down as you try to focus on taking your notes, but it's hard because all you can think about is how deep his fat cock is nestled inside your warm hole.

He's got an arm wrapped around your waist, making sure that you don't move as he watches your screen over your shoulder while you type.

Experimentally, he gives you a little nudge just because he loves to see you fall apart for him so easily. He smirks and nips at your ear when you whine and your fingers fall from the keyboard and onto his thigh.

"Keep typing. Be a good girl for me. Gunna ace this test, aren't ya, baby?"

You're too dumb to talk so he grabs your jaw and squeezes, making you face him as he moves your head up and down in a nod.

"I know you are, because you're my smart girl, after all. Get to it, baby, so I can fuck this sweet pussy just how she needs to be fucked."

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“Focus.”

Draken growls into your ear as he kneels behind you, balls deep in your cunt.

You’re bent over your laptop taking a quiz, breasts dangling heavily beneath you and almost touching the keyboard from the mean arch that your boyfriend has you in.

“‘m focused, Ken…” Your voice wobbles as does your hand; your mouse shakily hovers over a wrong answer before you suck in a breath and correct it.

“That was a close call, but you caught it, baby. Look at you, you’re doing such a good job.”

He spanked your butt a couple of times then rubbed the supple flesh with his big hands.

“I-I’m done…” The quiz was now submitted: you scored 100%.

Draken’s grin grew wider, showcasing two rows of perfect white teeth that you could see reflected in your laptop screen.

“Good fucking girl.”

He moved over you to close the computer lid and slide it onto the floor, pushing himself even further against your womb before he eased about half of his length out.

“Put the rest of that shit on the floor,” Draken commanded, referring to your multiple books, pens, and highlighters.

You hurriedly brushed the items off the edge of the bed, some of the pens rolling across the hardwood while Draken grabbed your hair up into a makeshift ponytail and began fucking into you relentlessly.

“Ah ah ah ah! Ken!”

The bed squeaked and rocked, the headboard banging loudly against the wall that was sure to have your neighbors pissed at you, but how could you care when you were getting the best fucking reward? Literally.

Draken slowed down and eased himself in and out of you to let you hear the squelch of your wet pussy a few times before he was buried deep once again.

“Shit girl, your greedy pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Something in him snapped, and the next thing you knew, his entire weight was pressing down on you as he pulled your arms behind your back and held your wrists against your ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Draken pummeled your pussy with ferocity until the both of you were moaning each others’ names out and spiraling into mind-numbing orgasms.

Finally, you were released and your fatigued body collapsed into the soft mattress.

You could still feel your legs twitching while simultaneously your cunt contracted, releasing a thick gush of Draken’s cum.

Soft pecks were then pressed into your sweaty back until you rolled over to face your handsome lover, eyes fluttering dangerously as the urge to sleep swept over you.

“Rest for now. When you wake up, we’ll be on to the next subject.”

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