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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who's Little Sister? ; Pt. 2

Warning: NFSW 18+ MONIRS DNI, age gap (Draken is in his late 20’s and owns the bike shop, reader is in their early 20’s in university), fem reader (takemichi’s little sister), crybaby/bimbo reader, angsty in the middle, Draken is very insecure of his ability to be in a relationship, slight exhibitionism (Draken fucks you while on call), multiple cream pies, messy make-outs, oral (m!receiving), mating press, squirting, lots of praise, aftercare, lots of pet names, it gets soft and passionate at the end,

Word count: 9k ish 😳

Authors note: The long-awaited part 2 of “Who’s Little Sister.” I put my heart, soul, and pussy into this piece. I think it's my favourite thing I've ever written in all honesty, it very much encaptures how I think Draken’s and I’s relationship would start. God, I love him so much. It’s also the first time I've written anything remotely angsty though, and I can’t tell if it's lame or not LMFAO. Please, let me know what you think. This piece was also due for a collab, Messy Messy collab hosted by @keilily that is weelllll overdue, so I truly do apologize for the wait, Im a perfectionist at heart, especially for this piece. Constructive feedback, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

extra note: Listen to “Nothings gunna hurt you baby.” By Cigarettes After Sex during the last scene. It’s Kenny’s and I’s selfship song and help inspired me for the ending <3

“Draken-Kun, are you coming tonight?”

There was silence on Draken’s end of the phone as all the other males on-call waited for a response. Mikey was the first one to say something back, annoyance clear in his tone as he spoke directly into the receiver, making his voice sound much louder than necessary.

“Oi, Ken-Chin, get off the phone if you’re just gonna ignore us.”

“Sorry–” Draken finally responded, his voice seeming just a bit more… strained than usual. Not enough for the boys to notice until he grunted softly, what seemed to be creaking or something muffled in the background of his audio call.

“You good, dude?” Mitsuya piped up, his own voice a little muffled due to a sewing needle between his lips but nothing like Draken’s.

“Oh yea, fuckin peachy–” Draken breathed in response, his huff coming out as a soft laugh when a bit of sweat started to roll down his temple.

If he was being honest, he wasn’t really paying attention to the call, how could he, when you, Takemichi’s precious little sister was underneath him, sprawled out and trembled as his cock drilled into you at a steady pace. You were biting down on your bottom lip so hard, Draken swore that blood would free itself soon from the delicate flesh, your eyes screwed shut as your pretty chest bounced with each thrust of his hips. You were trying so hard for him to be quiet, just like he instructed as soon as he picked up the phone. The attempt was adorable, considering how vocal you usually were for him.

But Draken was twisted, he knew that deep down, so he just couldn’t help himself when he angled his hips just right so his cock head would jab right into that gummy sweet spot within your walls. You yelped, pleasure shooting up your spine, only for the sound to be cut off by the smack of Draken’s free palm clamping over your mouth.

“Who has a girl over~?” Baji piped up, suddenly very much interested in the conversation. Draken laughed shallowly into his receiver, his hand tightening up along your jaw as he continued to ram into the spot that made you see stars. You couldn’t even control your babbles when he did this, an endless stream of whimpers and sobs being muffled into his palm as you held onto his wrist for dear life.

“Gotta go, Text me what time I needa be there–” Draken didn’t wait for a response from his friends. Instead, he hung up quickly, abandoning the device somewhere on the bed. When he released the hold on your mouth you whined at him, the tears finally spilling from your eyes.

“K-Kenny, Kenny please– Please–!”

“So fuckin loud pretty, all the damn time,” Draken says it with a grin, easily manhandling your thighs over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper. He presses a kiss to your ankle, right beside the anklet he bought you as your pussy flutters so desperately around his cock.

“O-Oh! Please, Ken–!”

“Please what?” Draken grunts, his hips slapping up against yours ruthlessly now as his release comes dangerously close. He knew you weren’t far behind. Had learned your signs very early on. Your toes would curl, your eyes would get foggy, chest stuttering. Your pussy would milk him so tight and leave rings of arousal on his cock.

And he loved every second of it.

“Wanna cum, needa cum again–!” you pleaded with him, nails digging into the muscles of his flexing biceps. He nodded in agreement, his own voice becoming to horse due to the sheer squeeze of your pussy. Although his pace started to get sloppy he still fucked into you, one hand slithering between your sweaty bodies in order to massage ruthlessly at your clit.

“Go on then, cum, make a fuckin mess f’me gorgeous.” He breathes, licking his lips when you throw your head back with a cry. The mess you make on his cock is breathtaking, arousal squirting from your used hole and dousing his hand, wrist and abs. He swears under his breath at the borderline painful grip your pussy has on his cock when you finish, one final thrust allowing him to spill ropes of cum right up against your cervix.

Draken’s trembling when he falls onto his elbows over you, his breath coming out a bit shaky as his cock still twitches within your walls in the aftermath of both of your highs. He starts pressing wet, opened-mouthed kisses along your neck and face to help you come too, a soft chuckle leaving his lips when you whine softly.

“You okay baby?” His voice is a whisper, and as the energy slowly comes back to you he smooths his palm over your cheek, thumb swiping under your eye to pick up leftover tears. You nod, one of your trembly hands lazily dragging through his black locks of hair. “Mhm, m’good, Kenny. Help me sit up?” He does, one big palm on the back of your neck to help you to sit up against the headboard.

He presses a smooch to your lips before easing himself out of you, both of you wincing softly from the loss of contact. It’s only when he pulls out completely and his softening cock falls against his thigh that he realizes just how big of a mess the two of you made of yourself and the sheets. It makes him swell with pride, a grin slowly curling on his lips.

You’ve come a long way, from the sweet girl who was just learning to cream on his cock to the messes you’ve made on his bed on the daily.

“M’gunna get a cloth.” He says, handing you a glass of water and your phone as soon as he stands to keep you occupied. His muscles are still a bit tingly as he stands, arms stretching up and above his head as he heads towards the bathroom.

“Nice butt!” You call out, making him snort softly as he stands before the bathroom mirror. He can’t help but admire the marks you’ve littered across his neck and chest, the cute little bruises reminding him of the shape of your puckered lips. He then examines the nail marks you’ve left along his forearms and shoulders, some of the red pathways breaking in the middle to show little droplets of blood. Lastly, he sighs dreamily at the sheen of your arousal that coats his pelvis, a ring of white still layered at his base.

Man knew he was in heaven.

When he came back to the bedroom after tidying himself a bit, as well as with a cloth in hand you were on the phone with someone, giggling into the receiver and looking up at Draken with a playful glint in your eye.

“I’ll actually meet with you later, m’with my boyfriend right now~” Despite the way your giggling increased and you squealed to your friend about how you’ve mentioned him before with such excitement, Draken was anything but that.

His chest tightened up, crease forming between his brow. Boyfriend? When did that become his title?

“Kennnnnny~” You snapped him out of his thoughts, though his brows stayed furrowed. “Hurry! The mess is only getting bigger over here.”

One hand was planted on the mattress as he gently wiped the dampened towel over your pussy and thighs, your hand coming to cover his, making him pause in your tracks. “Shouldn’t scowl so much, handsome.” You murmur it gently, thumb gently smoothing between his brows in an attempt to fix the crinkles there. “You’ll get wrinkles~”

“You called me your boyfriend–” His voice was blunt, which took you by slight surprise. A little pout formed on your swollen lower lip as you subconsciously squeezed at his wrist.

“Well, yea–”

“We haven’t talked about that.” He was still being blunt as ever, so much so it almost startled you, made you feel much smaller under him as he sat up on his hunched, throwing the soiled cloth into the laundry bin.

“I-I know…” You simply muttered, chest started to feel tight as you watched just how serious his face had become. He was tugging his strands of black hair into a low bun when you sat up a bit more, fingers gently brushing over his chest. “But I just thought, thought that we were together…”

And it wasn’t wrong for you to think that way. Ever since that first night at Draken’s apartment the two of you had been secretly hanging out. You went out to restaurants, and the local arcade took his bike to the mountainside and watched the sunset. The two of you had bought little things for one another, like the gold anklet that sat pretty on your ankle and the hello kitty keychain that was currently attached to his bike keys. You even made sure to turn off your location so Takemichi couldn’t see just how often you were having sleepovers at Draken’s place.

You two did the things that couples did together. You two did the things that you saw Takemichi and Hina do on the regular. Dare you even say, you did things with Draken that he and Emma used to do–

Plus, he was fucking you every chance he got.

“Well, maybe you shoulda thought about talkin to me about it first before you go squealing that I’m your boyfriend.” His tone was harsher than he wanted it to be, a tone he usually used with his friends but never really with you. It had you suck in a soft breath, suddenly feeling very exposed curled up in nothing but his bedsheets.

“You don’t have to be so mean–”

“M’not being mean, I’m being realistic. It ain’t cute to just assume I’m your boyfriend when we haven’t talked about anything official.” He was off the bed now, tugging up his boxers. When you didn’t respond he sighed. “We hang out and fuck around, why do we need to be more than–”

When he turned around again to look you in the eye his own voice caught in his throat. Your eyes had gotten wide, a glossy layer of tears hiding the usual beautiful shine your gaze held. Your lower lip was trembling softly, fingers clutching onto the covers so tightly he noticed how your knuckles turned white.

“Hey–”

“M’gunna go.” You interrupted, the crack in your tone only making his heart plummet harder in his chest. As you got to your feet, his blanket securely wrapped around you he grabbed both your shoulders.

“Hey, don’t be like that (Y/N), you don’t even have a ride–”

“Gunna call Michi.” You slipped out of his grasp by tucking yourself out from under his hands, bending to grab at your clothes scattered across the ground.

“Like hell you are. We’re not telling him about us, remember what happened last time?” Draken could still hear the boy's ruthless comments after that first night, the crack of Baji’s fist against his jaw–

“Don’t care, wanna go home.” Your muttering had gotten softer, ready to slip into the bathroom and shut the door right in his face.

“Would you stop being such a brat?” Draken grabbed at your arm this time, tugging it back towards him. He himself hadn’t expected it to be so forceful, the little squeak you released and the falling of tears instantly making him let go of you. You both stared at each other a little shocked, Draken’s breath froze in his throat and his fingertips went a bit cold as you looked at him.

Teary-eyed, shrunken in. Scared. Were you scared of him?

Without a word, you finally went into the bathroom, and it was only then that Draken let out his frustrated breath, cheeks feeling hot as he clenched his fists up at his sides. Fuck, what the fuck was happening right now. He hated this nonsense, hated just how frustrated he felt, hated that look on your face, hated that he couldn’t even really understand what emotions were running through his head.

Why was he mad anyway? Why was any of this really a big deal?

He used his own phone to call you a cab, knowing you wouldn’t actually call Takemichi to pick you up. You had also gotten an ear full after getting caught, and as much as you trusted your brother, the last thing you needed right now was a lecture. You stayed locked in the bathroom until Draken gave the wood a gentle knock with his knuckles.

“Cabs here…” He murmured. You didn’t look at him when you walked out, eyes bloodshot and downcast and when slipped past him fully clothed. He watched from the ledge of his bed, jaw set rigid as you so casually adjusted your bag over your shoulder, now a little overfilled with the stuff you had started to accumulate in his bathroom. Something slipped from your fingertips onto his kitchen counter before you made a beeline for the door, Draken only getting up when it closed firmly behind you.

He approached slowly, that odd feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach seeming to grow, expanding into his chest as he noticed the subtle twinkle on the countertop. It was the anklet he bought you, dainty, gold, shiny, his initials hanging from the small tag.

“Fuck—“ His emotions boiled over into anger, face red when his fist connected with the drywall. A crack formed in the white fall, his knuckles taking on a deep purple almost instantly as he pulled his clenched fist back to his side. Instead, he let his forehead rest in the dent he just made, thoughts spiralling, making his heart pound in his chest.

Had he really just done that? Made a big deal over nothing? Put his hands on you? And for what?

You called him your boyfriend… was that really… so wrong?

Was he really so set on “not being a sister fucker”, did he really care so much about what the boys thought, what people said about him, that he was willing to let you go?

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed leaned up against the wall like that, thoughts running wildly through his mind, making it pound. Eventually, when his eyes started to get sore, narrowing down in an attempt to hold back unwanted angry tears he moved back to his room to plop himself down into bed. And he didn’t get up for the rest of the evening.

It had been a week.

One whole week since you had left Draken’s apartment, and the two of you had not spoken since. Day three was when Draken caved and texted you, considering you had turned your location off for him so he couldn’t check up on you from time to time.

“Are you okay? Please, we need to talk.”

Radio silence. The message was left unread by you. He even sent another the day after, just a quick message but a little more firm than the last.

“Don’t shut me out like this.”

And still, nothing. It was killing Draken from the inside out. Each day that passed made him more anxious than the last. Were you okay? Did you hate him now? Were you crying to your brother? Draken couldn’t ask Takemichi about you, cause he didn’t even know you two were a thing in the first place. But every time he saw his black-haired friend his heart would stutter, tightening up in his chest.

You laughed just like he did. Were you laughing right now?

Draken had a bad habit of letting things like this consume him. Almost everything seemed to remind him of you or something the two of you had done and it was driving him a little crazy. And all because you had called him your boyfriend.

All because Draken was afraid to commit to someone again despite his need to do so. All of his friends always thought he was so mature, and yet here he was, working through feelings that were staring him right in the face like some teenage boy.

He kept his headphones in at the shop, his body hunched slightly on the stool he set up beside the bike he was currently repairing. The music was loud, drowning out not only the background noise but his thoughts that seem to repeat themselves over and over. His brows were slightly furrowed when he lifted from the busted engine only a moment, just enough to wipe away excess sweat that built up on his brow.

That’s when he caught a glimpse of you. It made his heart pause mid-beat, breath hitching in his throat. He caught the last bits of you as you rounded the corner that led up the stairs, probably in search of Takemichi But that didn’t matter.

Draken found himself scurrying from his seat, the stool skidding from under him as he was quick to follow suit. With long strides, he made it to the stairs and there you were, hand on the railing, one of those cute little skirts he loved hugging your waist just right. He called out to you, twice actually, quickly pulling his headphones from his ears when you actually turned to look at him.

“Hey–”

“I won’t be long.” You simply responded, voice sounding much too sad for Draken’s liking. He noticed how your hand tensed up on the railing when he approached and it made him frown. “I’m just grabbing something for Michi–”

“I wanna talk to you.” He took another step, a tentative one. He hated how your eyes were already getting a little glassy. “Let’s just talk, sweetheart.”

“Don’t wanna talk, Ken.” There was that familiar shake in your tone, the one he had become very aware of. You were just like your brother in so many ways.

His sweet little crybaby.

“C’mere…” He was on the step right in front of you now, the levelling allowing him to lean down just a bit so his face could be close to yours. You took your time meeting his gaze, fingers now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. “It’s okay…”

“You–” He could tell you were trying to gather your bearings, trying so desperately not to crumble and let the tears fall that were already sitting in your lashes. He was patient with you, scared that if he went in too strong you’d just run off from him again. You sucked in a shaky breath before continuing. “You really hurt me, Draken.”

He could have hissed, chest getting a little tight. He hated the way that nickname sounded coming from you.

“I know, I know baby and–”

“Do you not wanna be my boyfriend? I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you–”

“Then be my boyfriend.” It had been a bit more firm than he expected, your brows set and a little pout on your lips after you spoke it. Had things been a little different, he would have told you just how proud he was of you for standing your ground like that.

“It’s not, it's just not that simple.” It was his turn to think his words over, lips catching between his teeth as those doubtful thoughts started returning to him. He was right, wasn’t he? It wasn’t that simple because–

“Why not?” You were being blunt again, words bordering on angry as you sniffled. The first few tears finally fell and Draken wanted nothing more than to wipe them away.

“Well to start, there’s your brother–”

“I don’t care what Michi thinks!” You groaned it out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I wanna be with you, Ken–”

“But–” He really hated that he couldn’t seem to find the right words.

“What are you so afraid of?”

That really made Draken stop, eyes widening just a bit as he looked back into your teary ones. Your chest was heaving a bit as the silence sat heavily between the two of you. Draken blinked, once, twice, brain reeling over this one simple question.

Draken had been in many fights, grew up in a brothel, seen blood and gore and sex and a lot of things people shouldn’t see. He wasn’t scared any of those times. So, why now? Why was he so scared now as he looked into your eyes that were basically pleading with him for an answer.

“I–” His words were shaky, and finally broke the intense gaze the two of you were sharing as he looked down. “I dunno.”

There was another beat of silence before you continued up the staircase. Draken only looked up when he knew you were at the top, far enough away from him that he didn’t have to feel like your gaze was piercing him. He wished that he didn’t look though, wished that he hadn’t seen that sad smile on your lips.

He never wanted to see that ever again, not on you.

“I hope I’ll still be around when you figure it out.”

Drake wasn’t sure how much time had passed now since he had seen you. The first few days he refused to even think about that interaction on the stairs. That sad smile of yours easily pulls his heart apart and thinking back on it only made him more and more pissed at himself.

So instead of thinking of you, he filled his time with work. He found himself opening and closing the shop, despite Inui trying to make him go back to their balanced schedule. He took on more projects, burying himself under the weight of grease and bolts instead of dealing with the weight that now sat in his chest.

You hadn’t come back to the shop yet either, he had a feeling you’d never come back.

What got Draken out of work early one night was a call from Mitsuya. He called twice before Draken reluctantly picked up the phone, the annoyance clear in his tone as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder.

“Ya know m’working–”

“Well, you sound just delighted to hear from me~” Mitsuya hummed, chuckling when he heard Draken’s grunt from the other end of the phone. Mitsuya was organizing threads by colour when he spoke. “Come over tonight?”

“I don’t feel like partying,” Draken answered back right away. What he meant though was that he didn’t wanna go in case Takemichi was there because then he would only remind him of–

“It’s not gonna be a party doofus, it’ll just be us two.” Draken made a look of disgust, more so at the insult than anything else. “Just come.”

“I have shit to do here–” He was trying his best to get out of this, but if anyone could see through Draken’s bullshit, it was Mitsuya.

“You’ve locked yourself in that damn shop for the past week, I know you can make a little time to go out. Let Inui close tonight.”

“Nah, it’s my night.” It wasn’t.

“Bet you haven’t even showered.”

“Oh fuck off–” Draken grunted, sniffing himself only because Mitsuya wasn’t there to give him the side-eye. He scowled softly to himself when the scent he picked up coming from his overalls was far from pleasant. “Will you quit nagging me if I come, mom?”

“Absolutely buddy.” Mitsuya was chuckling softly, rolling in his chair to pull back up to his sewing table. “See you at 7, doofus.”

Draken wasn’t given the opportunity to snap back with something clever, the phone went dead right away. With a huff Draken resultantly found himself putting his tools away, tucking his overused workbench in its proper corner so he could head off to Mistuya’s.

But not without a shower first.

Draken’s hair was still damp when he headed for Mitsuya’s place. With how fast Draken sped his bike down the freeway, it only took about ten minutes tops. Draken lugged a case of beer with him up to the familiar walkway that belonged to Mitsuya’s townhouse. When he opened the door he still had his work glasses on, a lazy grin tugging on his features when he was met with the sight of Draken’s scowling face.

“Would you look at that, he showered.”

Draken just rolled his eyes, nudging past Mitsuya and making himself at home. The two found themselves quickly situated on the couch, spread out on each end and open beers on coasters. Mitsuya had pulled out his old N64, so the two were currently in a round of Mario kart. The silence had been comfortable between the two, as it usually was until Mitsuay finally decided to speak up.

“So, what's got you fucked up?”

“What?” Draken said with a short laugh, his eyes staying glued to the tv screen.

“You only get all solitary like this when something is really bothering you, so–”

“Nothin’s up, m’good.” Draken simply grunted, which quickly turned into a scowl when Mitusya passed him for first place in the game. “Quit distracting me.”

“Is it Takemichi’s little sister?”

Draken almost choked on his beer, finally looking away from the screen to look at Mitsuya who was still calm as ever. Only after he passed the finish line did he meet Draken’s gaze, one brow lifted up.

“What about her?”

“You were seeing her–”

“I was not.”

Now it was Mitsuya’s turn to laugh, a hearty one too that only made Draken’s brows furrow further. He pulled his glasses from his face, sighing out as he shook his head.

“You think you’re so hard to read, but you’re not.” Mitsuya kept talking before Draken could bark at him. “I know you kept seeing her after that night.”

“Okay, so?” Draken wasn’t sure why he was getting so defensive, maybe it was because it pissed him off that Mitsuya knew him better than he knew himself.

“So, did you two break up?”

“We were never together.” Draken simply stated, going to start another round of Mario kart. But as soon as the words left his lips he hated the way they sounded, and now that they were out there, floating around his head it made him grip his controller a little tighter.

“Oh, you weren’t?” Mitsuya said, that dumb smile of his making Draken shake his head, grit his teeth even. It was Mitsuya’s turn to scoff, tipping his beer back to polish it off. “You are such a fuckin doofus dude.”

“Watch your mouth man–”

“Why are ya doing this to yourself?” Draken sucked in a little breath. The silence hung in the air between them a little and Mitsuya rolled his eyes when he saw how Draken’s head tipped slightly to the side in confusion. He continued as he opened up another beer. “Why aren’t you letting yourself be happy? You can do commitment, you’ve done it before.”

Draken felt a little frozen in place, eyes unfocused as he tried to process what Mitsuya had so obviously laid out for him. His heart started to pick up in his chest as he really thought it over, well at least tried to. “Yea, I did it before and look what happened.”

Flashes of his relationship with Emma were impossible to ignore. How things went from wonderful to terrible so quickly. How the two of them became each other's world so fast for it all to crash and burn. The fighting, the lies, how he was so scared after he lost her but to also lose everyone he loved. His found family was all he had, and if they had decided to up and leave–

“Sure, it was a bad breakup,” Mitsuya spoke with a simple shrug of his shoulders, looking at Draken’s pained face over the lip of his bottle. “But it didn’t stay bad, did it?”

“Guess not…” Draken murmured. It didn’t. He didn’t lose his best friends, he didn’t even really lose Emma. After time apart and some growing up, the two had gone back to speaking terms.

“So, let yourself be happy, dude.”

“But she’s another little sister–”

“Yea you have a type.” Mitsuya couldn’t help but laugh, especially after Draken sent his controller flying at him. Mitsuya thankfully caught it, holding a hand up in defence. “Relax! Im joking… The boys are gonna bug you about it, but Draken, who the fuck cares.”

Draken slowly nodded at that, allowing himself to really think it all over. He had never been the type to care so much about what others thought about him. He was letting himself get in his head for something that was already over and done with. Rubbing his hand over his forehead, he picked up another beer, shaking his head as he twisted the top off to chug some of it down.

“I hate you, you know that?” He mumbled to Mitsuya, which only made him laugh out loud in response. He clinked his bottle up against Draken’s.

“Love you too buddy. You should really make up with her.” Draken eyed Mitsuya over the lip of his beer. “I assume you said some dumb guy shit to her.”

Draken pouted, mumbling something along the lines of “maybe I did” before he took another drink. Looking down the stem of the bottle Draken sighed softly, thinking of that sad smile on your face. It made him scoff at himself. “I just– I’m not sure I’ll be able to treat her right, as her boyfriend.”

“Well, she’s stuck around this long, hasn’t she?” Mitsuya started to set up another game of Mario Kart for the two of them as Draken nodded slowly. “I’m sure if she didn’t think you’d treat her right, she woulda left.”

Those couple words were left lingering in Draken’s head the rest of the evening. Mitsuya didn’t bring it up again, and Draken didn’t dare to. But as he started to pass out on his friend's couch, he had one too many beers to be driving himself home, he really thought over what Mitsuya had said. What he knew was right.

I’m sure if she didn’t think you'd treat her right, she woulda left.

Draken chuckled softly to himself, his palm coming up to slap him right on the forehead. The sting made him hiss to himself, but it's what he deserved. He’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes he wished his brain worked the way Mitsuya’s did.

“I’m such an idiot.” He spoke, and it was Mitsuya sleepy agreeing with him on the couch beside him that had him laughing all over again.

He knew you’d be finishing classes up on campus right now, had picked you up and dropped you off many times before to know that you’d be coming out of the big college building any minute now. He parked right out front, his hands dug deep into his pockets as he watched the door. His eyes scanned over many faces, all different kinds, all of them filtering through, onyx gaze trying to lock onto–

You.

You were in the middle of giggling, those familiar wrinkles showing up around the corners of your eyes, your pretty manicured nails holding the books you had tighter to your chest. The image made him smile fondly, lips upturned just a little when the two of you finally made eye contact.

He was more than grateful that you returned the small smile. The darkest parts of him had conceived him; you'd simply walk right by him, or even turn around in the opposite direction. But instead, you excused yourself from your friends, who all couldn’t help but side-eye the older, imitating dude leaning on a motorcycle, dragon tattoo on full display with his hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. As you approach he speaks, unable to keep his eyes off your own.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Ken.” Just the way you say his name makes his heart flutter a little. He moves to the side, opening up the small compartment on his bike that’ll allow you to put your books inside.

“Come with me?” He asks, and the momentary silence makes him feel more nervous than he had in a long time. You could say no, he could have taken too long. You could have already slipped right out of his fingertips and it would be all his fault–

“Okay.” You simply reply, and your smile doesn’t falter. It stays as you tuck your books away, as he places his helmet on your bread and helps you adjust the straps. You in front of him on the bike just as you had on that first night he picked you up. His hands easily swallowed yours on the handlebars, and before you knew it the two of you were speeding off towards his place. You knew that because the route had become too familiar after the many times he’d whisked you away after school. Your heart was beating fast in your chest like it normally did when you rode on Draken’s bike. It filled you with a type of adrenaline you hadn’t been able to find anywhere else.

That and the fact that his hands seemed to be holding yours tighter than usual.

After a couple of sharp turns and uphill roads, you two made it to Draken’s apartment. He gave you your space as you two headed to his room a couple of floors up, his heart seeming to be in his throat. He needed to relax, he knew exactly what he had to say to you, knew what he had to do, and yet as he fiddled with his keys a bit to find the right one that opened his apartment, the familiar scent of your perfume was making his brain a little foggy.

It was the warmth of your fingers that shook him from whatever haze he was in, the tips of his ears feeling a bit hot as your fingers easily tugged the right key, helped him slip it into the lock. “It’s this one, Ken.” You say it as if your presence alone isn’t making him weak at the knees.

He just nodded, allowing you in first. Shoes were slipped off and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen. You stood right in the middle, your arms tucked neatly behind your back, hands clasped. He missed the way you used to make yourself at home, grabbing something from his fridge or sprawling out on his couch.

He wanted you to be that comfortable again.

“I really needed to see you.” He started, his voice a little hesitant. He cleared his throat, fingers once again in his pockets. He looked everywhere but at you, despite the way he felt your gentle gaze burning into him. “I needed, I just–” He huffed. “I really fucked up–”

There was your familiar warmth again, but instead, you were grabbing at one of his hands. So easily your fingers threaded into his, and suddenly the weight in his tummy didn’t feel all that heavy as he looked down at you, those wide pretty eyes he had missed so fucking much. “You did kinda fuck up–” You murmur, which makes him huff again, this time with a hint of laughter behind it. “I know I did. I know.”

He pulled you in a little closer, and he was so very grateful that you weren't resistant. In fact, you melted into his chest, your face finding that familiar comfortable spot against his peck, cheek pressed up against where you felt his heartbeat, which was currently pounding in his chest. He sucks in another breath, one hand coming to gently pet your head. “I’m sorry, I’m real sorry sweetheart…” He feels the way you start to tremble and it eats at him, brows furrowing up. “Please, don’t baby, m’tryna apologize to you–”

“Don’t be dumb like that ever again Ken.” Your voice waves and he knows you’re about to cry, but he doesn't stop you from speaking, if anything, your shaky words only make him hold you tighter, a fond smile coming to his lips. “Don’t leave me like that again. Next time, just talk to me. I-I know I’m younger and inexperienced b-but I know what I want and that's you–”

That's when he finally stops you, one big palm cupping your cheek. He tilts your head up, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone before he's pressing a smooch to your lips. You both seem to relax against the embrace, and when he feels a salty tear hit his thumb he swipes it away, lips parting from your just enough so he can murmur against them.

“I know, lil love. I know.” When your lower lip trembles a bit a smile breaks out on his lips. One that makes the corner of his lips twitch, little wrinkles showing up around his eyes. His hands cup your neck so gently, thumbs pressing up against the underside of your jaw. He murmurs again, this time his words slurred along with your breathy, soft whimper. “I want you too…”

This time the kiss is desperate, needy. Your fingers turn white at the knuckles when you grip at his shirt, lips moulding against his own. Draken’s tongue is impatient, slithering into your open mouth and reexploring the warm cavern that is your mouth. He huffs when your chest presses flush to him, and with ease his big hands cup your thighs, scooping you into his embrace. Your legs cling to his waist without a thought, the giddy giggle bubbling from your lips and against his own making a bit of blush rise on his cheeks.

Oh, how he missed that sweet, sweet sound.

Draken tries not to trip over himself as he carries you off to his bedroom, his back hitting up against the door at the same time your teeth playfully tug at his bottom lip. He drops you down and the bounce of your body has both of you a little too excited, Draken’s shirt easily coming off as he tugs it up over his head.

“Lemme show you how badly I want you, baby.” His voice has already gotten deeper, and as his big hand comes to cup the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss he’s a bit surprised when both your palms press against his chest, pushing him away an inch.

Surprised and panicked. Was he moving too fast, did you think he was just using you in your vulnerable moment? Had he really fucked up so soon again–

His breath left him in a huff when his back hit the mattress, your body rolling over him. He blinked a few times as you straddled him, palms pressed against his chest and your face heated. He could tell that a flush was working its way up to your cheeks when you looked down at him, your body slowly scooting down from his waist to his hips.

“No, let me s-show you.” Despite just how nervous you were, Draken could tell by the way you chewed on your lower lip, how your fingers trembled a little, undoing his belt and zipper, his cock still twitched with excitement underneath you an odd sense of pride flowing through him.

You had come a long way, from the virgin he met all those months ago. He had just been the biggest idiot and here he was, pushing his hair from his face so he could watch how your pretty little hands handled his semi-hard cock with such care. How you looked at him first, batted your lashes when you leaned in and pressed the sweetest of kisses right to his tip.

“Oh fuck—“

Yea, he was never letting you go again, ever.

You took a deep breath through your nose before taking his tip between your lips, your eyes never leaving his dilated ones. He propped himself up on an elbow, free hand easing the hair away from your face. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forever. Wide doe eyes, hand barely wrapped around his fat base, pretty lips suckling away at his tip.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin death of me.” Draken chuckles breathlessly, and the little glint in your eyes tells him you would have smiled had your lips not been preoccupied. He kept his hand gentle on the back of your head as you slowly took more of him, your tongue flattening out against his underside. His head tilted back in a groan at your steady pace, the warmth of your mouth making his skin prickle with pleasure. His fingers curled in your hair just a bit, enough to hold him back from jerking his hips into you, make you gag–

He’d save it for another time.

“Atta girl…” He murmured, chest rising and falling a little faster as you gained your rhythm. Your eyes peaked up at him again, before you got back into it, cheeks hollowing as you took as much of him into your mouth as possible. You reached about halfway, which Draken noticed made your brows furrow up.

“S’okay, we’ve got plenty of time to make it fit, keep going.” He encouraged, and you listened, head continuing to bob faster, sloppier. Draken could feel your drool dribbling down his shaft and onto his balls and it made him shiver. It didn’t help that your ass was up high, practically swaying like an excited little puppy just to be sucking him off. Swearing under his breath a moment as his balls suddenly felt all too tight, he pulled you off his cock, the pornographic pop of your lips making him grunt, you whine. The string of drool connecting your swollen lips to his cock was thick, and when it snapped onto your chin Draken could feel himself getting lightheaded.

“W-Why did you–” He silenced your whining with another fierce kiss, and without hesitation you were manhandled back into his pillows, flat on your back. He has no problem working your soiled panties off your thighs, deciding to just tuck the extra material of your skirt into the waistband “Felt fucking awesome.” Your panties are tossed right over your shoulder, a cute yelp leaving you when he hauls both your thighs up, over his shoulders. “But I wanna cum in this pretty pussy.”

From this position your pussy was split wide open for him, your clit poking out and throbbing from under the hood. He sighed, content, pausing his previous actions to lean in, pressing the softest of kisses right up against your clit.

“My pretty pussy.” His soft touch is gone, replaced with his burning desire to claim you again. A few rubs of his cock against your slicken folds, along with your drool is enough to get his cock wet enough to slip in. His breathing hitches once his head makes it past the tight ring of your muscles, the squeeze vice-like just from the simple intrusion.

“K-Ken–”

“Shh, I know.” He coos, hunching over you. With your thighs on his shoulders, his shifting has you in a mating press, a position that all too knew and is making your head spin. Your tummy folds the closer he gets to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your clit while the other intertwines with the hand you had gripping the sheets close to your head. “S’always gonna be a lil tight, isn’t it babygirl.”

You’re already moaning in a wonton fashion, eyes struggling to stay open as he rocks his cock head in and out, his thumb working at your nub. When your pussy starts fluttering for him he works in a few more inches, needy sounds spilling into each other mouth due to his lips staying inches away from your own. “Gonna take it all f’me? Be my good girl?”

You nod, and when you look at him again your eyes have that familiar glassy sheen he’s grown to love. He kisses you right under the eye before with one good push his cock is all the way inside. The sound you make is downright sinful, something between a cry and a mewl and it has Draken’s cock twitching within the tightness of your cunt. It makes his vision go a little stary, the growl he releases vibrating through his chest.

“Good fucking girl.” The slap of his hips into your ass resounds throughout the room, squelching soon coming from between your bodies. In this position his cock nuzzles your sweet spot, seeming to reach down deep, into parts of you that you didn’t even realize existed, and it quickly has you falling apart, babbles freely spilling from your lips, tears wetting your hot cheeks. Draken is quick to kiss them away, his fingers tightening around yours as he puffs hot pants along your face.

“D-Deep~!” You manage to squeak, and Draken has to crack a grin, his hips suddenly stopping their brutal pace just so he can roll them instead. That had you gasping, drool spilling from your hung lips as you look up at him with a gaze that's already beyond fucked out. “S’real deep baby, s’good though yea?”

You nod, fresh tears on your lashes. “Only the best for my baby.” He utters, hips switching back and forth between rutting and grinding. He’s convinced you’ve already cum on his cock, the amount of slick bubbling around his shaft and the tightness of your walls are his hints, but he keeps going, needing to fill you up after so long. Despite your cries, he brings his hand back to your clit, his rubs becoming sloppy. He only releases your hand to cup the back of your neck instead, keeping your foreheads pressed together.

“Eyes on me, lil love.” You do manage to open your teary eyes, meeting his dilated pupils. “Good, good girl.” His body starts to twitch, broad shoulders rippling and his thighs starting to tremble as his own release quickly builds in his gut. “I– fuck. Baby, I love you, pretty–”

And despite just how dumbed out you were moments before, those words seem to bring some clarity to your eyes. Your fingers tangle into his sweaty hair, gripping it at the roots for your sanity. The pleasant little laugh you let out and breathe against his lips makes his heart jump against his ribcage.

“I love y-you Ken, love you so much, Kenny–”

His climax hits him hard, the full-body chill he experiences making goosebumps rise along his spine as he fills you up. The feeling of his warm, thick cum is enough to have you coming undone right along with him, the sensation being yet another new one when liquid seems to gush past your little hole. It makes Draken’s balls tighten up instantly, the warm splash of your arousal onto his fingers that still gently coax pleasure out of your clit. And he can’t help but grin, a boyish grin that quickly turns into a grunt. “Fuck, fuckin squirtin on me, how cute.”

He doesn’t pull out, he can’t. He needs to be close to you, keep your limp body tucked carefully underneath him. You’re too far in to even notice the mess, your whines and whimpers dwindling down into soft breaths as he turns to his side, keeping you in his chest. His cock slowly softens in your walls, and even then, Draken’s keeps you glued to him as you both come down, tremors and pants still coming over both of you.

“Sweetheart.” He murmurs, face nuzzling up against your temple. When he gets a whine in return he holds you closer, careful to ease your face away from his chest so he can cover your tear-streaked face in kisses. “You’re okay, my baby…”

Draken is usually more responsible than this. Then to let you two doze off without a proper clean-up. But feeling your soft heartbeat against his, your fingers still lost in his hair, your lips pressed right up into the crook of his neck and puffing soft ait, he just couldn't bring himself to let go. He didn’t want to let go now, or ever. Keeping you here, wrapped in his embrace, he was certain that you’d be there tomorrow morning too, with that beautiful smile he had fallen stupidly, hopelessly, in love with.

Fuck it. He was taking on the little sister fucker title with pride.

“Kenny, your hand is sweaty.” You murmur, trying to hold back your laughter when he shoots you a glare, pulling his hand away from you and dramatically rubbing it along his jeans.

“Fine, just won’t hold your hand. brat” He grumbles, and that sets you over, wrapping your arms around him mid-walk to press small kisses along his collar bones.

Draken hadn’t felt this nervous ever, in his entire life (this was a lie, he’s just dramatic as ever). The two of you were only steps away from your place, the same place you and Takemichi lived in together. Everyone was there, the entire found family, and you two were now official…

He was getting flashbacks of the group chat, his friend's ruthless behaviour, the way Takemichi hadn’t talked to him for one whole week, and the sweet satisfaction Baji got when he got one free punch to his jaw for Takemichi’s sake.

“Maybe we can tell them next week, or over a call. Whattya think lil love,” Draken murmured, his face hiding in your hairline. Your sweet laughter sent that familiar warmth through his chest, and one good tug on his hand had him reluctantly walking back towards the house. “You’ll be fine.” You say with a smile, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “We’re gonna do it together.”

When you hopped up onto the front step, Draken’s eyes trailed down to the sweet dangling sound that was the anklet looped around your ankle. The gold one, with his initials, right where it belonged. The sight had him calming a little, brows furrowed in the way they usually did when he became focused. “Right, together.”

“Michi-nii!” You call out once the two of you enter the house, the sound of music and chatter already filling the front entrance. Draken holds your hand a little tighter as if he had been entering a place he’d never been before.

“Living room!” Takemichi calls out, surrounded by founding members of toman, each huddled around the kotatsu table that was covered in snacks, beers, and cards. Oddly enough the chatter died down as Takemichi was dealing out for another round, a laugh leaving his lips.

“You guys gonna take this round seriously–” It was Mikey’s elbow into his ribs that silenced him, a little puff escaping his lungs. He was about to complain when his eyes were brought to what everyone seemed to be staring at.

And that was you, beaming smile and all, with your hand held tightly by Draken’s, who couldn't seem to make eye contact with anyone.

“Hi Michi~ Hi everyone! What are ya–”

“Finally.” Mitsuya was the first to mutter, leaning back further into his spot on the couch. “Chifuyu, you owe me 20 bucks, told you they’d come out today.”

“No fair!” Chifuyu blurted out, grumbling when he reluctantly pulled bills from his pocket. Pah and Peh were the first to start laughing, clinking their beers together.”

“Wait, you knew? How?” Mikey questioned Mitsuya, who triumphantly took the money from Chifuyu with a laugh of his own. Kazutora was even starting to crack up, hiding his smirk behind his beer.

And despite all the commotion, Takemichi sat dumbfounded, eyes glued to yours and Draken’s intertwined hands. When he did finally speak, it only made the group that much rowdier.

“Well, what the fuck is this–”

“Time for another punch,” Baji said with that signature grin of his, basically hoping from his spot on the couch.

“Wait wait!” You said, your pout only stirring the pot further. “No one is punching anyone! We’re–”

“We are dating,” Draken said, eyes a bit narrowed as he spoke. “We’re dating, Takemichi, I wanna date your sister, and I’m gonna.”

There was another round of silence in the room, but it didn’t last, not when Pah mumbled under his breath.

“Classic sister fucker–”

“Well, you could have at least asked first?!” Takemichi was dramatic as ever, tears swelling up in his eyes at the thought of his precious little sister being tarnished by the big, mean, scary man that was Draken. He let go of your hand then, being just as dramatic as Takemichi if not more so “I did ask, I just asked in front of everyone.”

“But you’re already dating, have been a while no…?” Classic Mitsuya, stirring the pot and making everyone act up yet again.

“Now why would you say that you ass–”

“C’mon Michi, I’ll punch him again for you, one good punch like last time–” Baji was punching at the air for emphasis.

“Sister fucker behaviour,” Peh said with a shake of his head, only making Pah laugh harder.

And amidst the bickering and nonsense that always seemed to break out between the boys, you took a seat next to Mikey, taking the Taiyaki he had to offer you with a little huff. He noticed the anklet, observant as ever as you rolled your eyes when Takemichi actually started crying, something about you losing your innocence.

“He’ll treat you right.” You looked at Mikey, who spared you a small smile and a pat on the head. “Draken–”

“I know!” You responded happily, eyeing him as he held Baji back, the nerves he was feeling earlier long gone. You took a bite of the Taiyaki and giggled.

“I can’t wait to be with him, forever <3 !”

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stevenose · 9 months

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steve-leaning audio links

below the cut are 7 steve harrington reminiscent audio links. they will direct you to soundgasm. all links were found on r/GoneWildAudio. the usernames with each link are the creators of the audios - i do not own any of these! i recommend you search them on the subreddit if you like them and give them some love!

all works have descriptions of the contents of the link. i tried to be as thorough as possible and add any tags i think necessary that the creator didn’t already put, but i may have missed something. so please keep that in mind!

all of these audios are intended for a listener with a vagina/breasts. if phrases like “good girl” are used, they’re tagged.

please note that these audios don’t necessarily sound like steve, they just remind me of him. scenarios i could see him in if you will.

a super special thank you to @cherrychilli who posted some audios a few days ago. now i’m obsessed w them and my brain is rotting (affectionate)

you must be over 18 to interact with these works or steve dies in s5. it’s true. it’s very true

don’t fucking call me daddy by u/AugustInTheWinter - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): calling your roommate ‘daddy’ on purpose to make him mad, over and over, until he punishes you.

↳ mdom, roommates to lovers; shutting you up; bratty listener; degradation; choking; spitting; spanking; face fucking; thigh riding; prone; breeding; praise; corrupting speaker; contains sfx (wet fucking noises)

grinding on your bully’s thigh at a halloween party by u/LateNightFeels - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina); the popular girl wins a halloween costume competition, so her boyfriend makes you feel better.

↳ mdom; so mean steve coded it’s unreal; praise; degradation; thigh riding; piv; mirror sex; finger sucking; spitting; daddy kink; creampie; obviously cheating is going on in this one so be aware. it’s not heavy handed but it’s absolutely present in the dialogue.

the cute barista is actually… a hard dom? by u/Useless_Timidity - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): you go on a date with the cute barista at your local coffee shop and he wants you to be submissive for him.

↳ mdom; cute and flirty that turns into rough; degradation; kissing; condescension; spanking; consent checks!; aftercare!; this is actually really cute despite how it sounds. the speaker is very much interested in your comfort. i can imagine steve being a sexy little local barista that wants to show you a good time. yk

a lakeside evening by u/ProfessorCal_ - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): basically the title!

↳ friends to lovers; car sex; conversational; slow build-up; good girl; encouragement; love; affection; mutual pleasure; eating you out; cumming inside; slight dirty talk; this guy sounds like steve so much when he moans and whimpers and pants!!! contains sfx

pretty boy fucktoy by BloomingVA - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): such a gorgeous rumblefap from a needy boy

↳ WHIMPERS!!!!; rumblefap; begging to breed; msub; overstimulation; self degradation/objectification; multiple orgasms; creampie; soooo needy it’s dizzying

your nice boyfriend ruins you by u/LateNightFeels - m4f (female speaker, listener with a vagina): your boyfriend comes home from work to find you using your new toy.

↳ mdom/pleasure dom; toys; restraints; praise; forced orgasms; nipple play; degredation; overstim; spanking; encouragement; creampie; use of ‘girl’ (good girl, atta girl); listener is called ‘puppy’; aftercare; despite the tags this is consensual!; contains sfx

teaching your friend to give you spank therapy by u/AugustInTheWinter - m4f (female speaker, listener with a vagina): sometimes you need some spank therapy to let off some steam, and your friend offers to help. it’s totally platonic.

↳ spanking; friends to lovers; really soft mdom; destressing; comfort; banter; fingering; use of ‘good girl’; praise; doggy style; ass play; creampie; kissing; affectionate; “just friends bro”; contains sfx; this guy’s like. little breathy growls are insane

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #if this makes my blog go POOF i’m not coming back fr fr

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apteryxparvus · 10 months

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a color to match your soul

Pairing — Dabi / Female Reader

Word count — 1,393

Content warning — suggestive themes • sexual themes • brief mentions of alcohol/drinking

Summary — From the moment you started dating Dabi, you've yearned for the opportunity to paint his nails black, adding the final touch to his eboy persona.

"I'm just saying, if you're seriously going for that," you pause, your hands wildly gesturing up and down to emphasize his overall grungy, dark, and mysterious persona, "you've got to fully commit to it."

Dabi shoots you a deadpan stare, his lips forming a thin line that clearly expresses his disagreement. You fight the urge to roll your eyes — he always has that constipated expression on his face.

He opens his mouth, likely to deliver one of his trademark snarky remarks, but you swiftly throw yourself onto his lap and press your index finger against his lips, silencing him. He pouts, and you can't help but admire how soft his lips appear. It's just not fair. You yearn to kiss him, to feel his warm breath caressing your face, and to...

No. Stop. There are more pressing matters to focus on right now.

"I am not painting my nails," he replies curtly.

You roll your eyes and move away from your boyfriend, flopping onto the bed with a grunt, burying your head under his pillow. It carries his scent — a blend of sandalwood and orange blossom, with hints of your favorite perfume intertwined.

"Please," you whine from beneath the cushion. "Just this once."

"Why?" he questions, his voice growing nearer. The cheap spring mattress dips under his weight as he encloses you, and you push the pillow away to meet his gaze. "Is there another motive?

Avoiding his gaze, you try to ignore the familiar smirk that forms on his lips.

"I've seen the thirst traps you like on TikTok. I never expected you to have a hand kink."

You gasp.

There's no possible way he’d know — you're absolutely certain your likes are set to private. Paranoia has led you to check a thousand times already. There’s no way you’d willingly expose your obsession with anime and video game edits, as well as the multitude of thirst trap hand kink and male whimpering audios. The only way he could have come across your carefully cultivated collection on TikTok is...

"You jerk!" you squeal, swatting his intrusive hands away. "You violated my privacy!"

"No," he answers in a hushed whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "You simply lack situational awareness. Did you think I was asleep last night when you spent over two hours giggling at male whimpering audios?"

Furrowing your brows, you pout and attempt to squirm out from underneath his weight. Dabi lets out a chuckle and flops down, his slender frame nearly crushing you. For a moment, you struggle to catch your breath, panic coursing through your veins — his heavy weight crushes you.

But Dabi knows you well, including your subtle signs, so when he senses the shift in your breathing — its shallowness, along with the uncomfortable pounding of your heartbeat in your neck and stomach — he swiftly moves away, granting you the space you need to breathe.

It takes a few seconds for your breathing to return to normal. "Asshole," you grumble, crossing your arms. "Were you trying to smother me or something?"

"I want to do a lot more than that to you." A suggestive grin spreads across his face, and he wiggles his eyebrows.

A soft laugh resonates from deep within your chest as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. His warm breath dances across your face as you gaze into his piercing blue eyes, your arms gently pressing against his broad chest.

"And I really, really want to paint your nails." You pepper his exposed collarbone with tender kisses, lingering in the spots that elicit the most reaction. Your warm breath caresses his neck as you softly nibble on the sensitive skin. "Please."

His only response is a grunt. "Fine, fine. Stop teasing before I end up doing something you'll regret," he hisses when you nip at his exposed jugular and suck, leaving a mark. "Ah, fuck. I can't resist you."

"C'mon, weren't you just dying to paint my nails?" Dabi drawls, his husky voice sending shivers cascading down your spine.

Dabi extends his right hand, offering it to you with fingers elegantly spread on the bed. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands as you hold the applicator brush. The brush, already coated in the rich black nail polish, teeters on the edge, threatening to drip onto the pristine bed sheet and leave its mark.

You're trying your best, really. However, Dabi forcefully slams his hardened cock against your drenched pussy, causing you to let out a helpless whimper as your vision bursts with a constellation of lights. Your grip on the applicator brush slackens, and it hovers precariously close to the sheets, threatening to leave a mark.

Dabi tsks, his movements becoming more relentless. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless and craving more. The air fills with a mix of moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin, as you surrender yourself to the pleasure.

“Slo—slow down,” you mewl, your voice filled with desperation. Tears glisten in your eyes, teetering on the edge of rolling down your flushed cheeks. The intensity of his movements is pushing you to the edge, and you need a moment to catch yourself and savor the pleasure coursing through your being.

The bottle of nail polish now lays forgotten on the rumpled bed sheets; a tiny droplet escapes and stains the fabric. Dabi pressed his sculpted chest against your quivering back, entangling your sweaty bodies together. This closeness intensifies your connection, and you feel an electric current surge through your veins, leaving you yearning for more. You feel the ripple of his abs as he relentlessly thrusts into you. With each forceful impact, he claims you completely.

Dabi’s grunts fill the room, drowned out by your own desperate moans. You push the forgotten bottle of nail polish aside, and it clatters on the ground.

You seek out his outstretched hand, intertwining your fingers with his. His touch grounds you for a moment.

But the overwhelming stimulation proves to be too much — the relentless push of his hardened cock into your sopping wet pussy, the way his thick veins running down his shaft graze your gummy walls, the caress of his warm breath against the nape of your neck…

Your body is ablaze.

His fingers tighten around your delicate throat. It’s what does it for you. With a desperate cry that echoes through the room, the floodgates of your second orgasm for the night burst open.

That same night, merely a few hours later, you find yourself perched on a barstool at Kurogiri’s bar, idly toying with the melted ice cubes of your gin and tonic. Toga settles on the adjacent bar chair, placing her piña colada on a colorful coaster as she twirls the vibrant, decorative cocktail umbrella between her fingers.

Across the bar, Dabi’s piercing gaze fixates on you, lips curling into a smirk that hints at mischief. You meet his gaze, narrowing your eyes in response. There’s a silent challenge passing between the two of you.

Toga observes your interaction, and her lips curl into a smug smile. “Say, Dabi,” she starts with a sly tone. “I can’t help but notice your nails,” she purrs, her voice laced with playfulness.

Shigaraki finishes the final touches to his signature whiskey sour, and flicks a quick glance towards Dabi’s hands, his interest piqued. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “You’ve got more polish on your skin than the actual nails. Maybe next time ask your girlfriend for help.”

Dabi can’t help but snicker, his amusement evident. You shoot him a scowl, silently daring him to comment.

“Contrary to what you may think," he retorts, his voice laced with a smugness, “it was exactly my dearest girlfriend who painted my nails. I’m sure she’d have done a better job, had she not been too… preoccupied… with other activities.”

Twice can’t contain his disgust at the comment; the sound of his drink slamming against the counter echoes through the bar. The liquid spills and Spinner reacts swiftly, reaching for a wet towel to mop up the spreading mess. Shigaraki snorts, while Toga lets out a coo, shifting her attention to you.

Her fingers lightly graze the hem of your shirt, revealing a few deep-colored hickeys adorning your skin.

Author's note: uhm, first time writing smut lol 😅😅

#dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi imagine #touya x reader #touya x you #touya x y/n #mha #bnha #dabi smut #mha smut #tw smut #reader insert

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melodygatesauthor · 9 months

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Can you do any writing-related thingie (your choice) for Nathan or Jonathan? I'm curious for any blurbs/mini HC's, WIP lines, whatever you feel like sharing. If you don't have any WIPs/no time for blurbs, then you can switch to JAKE.

Ooooh okay hehe. I don't have any WIPs for either of them but...

NSFW below the cut - xf!Reader

Nathan Thots

I like to think about the way Nathan would make male androids just to watch them fuck you while he jerks himself off.

Because nothing looks prettier than you getting all your holes filled by something he made just for you.

He likes watching you on his monitor while you fuck yourself using your fingers. You know he's watching, but still, he's a bit of a voyeur.

He hates when you bother him while he's working. Nothing annoys him more so when you're being a pest because you're so dripping wet and in need, he's going to fuck you but not without telling you how fucking stupid you are.

"You don't even know the kind of work I do, how important it is. No, you're too fucking stupid to understand, because if you did, you wouldn't bother me like you do."

"Look how fucking messy you are, sloppy, disgusting, not even worth wasting my time, wasting my fucking orgasm on you..."

"I'd rather cum in a fucking robot..."

Jonathan Thots

Jonathan is 100% that dirty professor that will give the pretty students bad grades and then suggest they "make it up somehow".

He's mesmerized by how wet he makes you (given his troubled marriage) and likes to just see how much he can make you drip down your thighs.

He likes the sounds you make so much that he makes an audio recording of himself fingering you just to listen to you whimper later when he's fucking his own fist.

In addition to that he likes to pump his fingers painfully slow in and out of you so he can hear how wet you are in the recording.

He pulls out of you right as he's about to come and spills his spend all over your failed paper and tells you that's your grade.

Makes you thank him before he kisses you and lets you leave his office.

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#jonathan levy #scenes from a marriage #nathan bateman #ex machina #jonathan levy x reader #nathan bateman x reader #melodys 2k celebration #melody answers

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venusgirltarot · 10 months

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What Would Your Person Think Of Your Fantasies (18+) — [♡]

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

This is an 18+ reading with sexual messages and mature themes. Please do not interact with this post if you are a minor or are uncomfortable with NSFW readings/messages!

If you would like a personal reading from me, you can get one here!

Pile 1 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

oooo okay so there’s a lot of very deep intense energy here. You all may have a lot of Scorpio placements (specifically Scorpio Venus 👀) you may want your partner to be dominant and possessive and you could also be into kinkier things like bondage, choking and possibly even spit. It’s less of the act itself for you and more the way you’re giving this person all of the control and trusting them with your body in a way you wouldn’t trust anyone else.

Are you all on booktok? This gives me such spicy booktok vibes. Some of you may not even have a person in mind, you just wanted to check out the reading. You may have standards that are “too high” (I wrote it like that because I don’t believe in too high of expectations. Go get the booktok partner of your dreams and don’t let anyone stop you) do you like tattoos? I keep seeing a person with a sleeve. Maybe you also have a hand/arm kink. Boobs are so prevalent here so maybe you have larger boobs or just really nice/pretty ones and you like when they are payed attention to or the other way around, maybe you really like boobs and pay a lot of attention to them during sex.

Ok, Pile 1

This person has a HIGH drive and they will love your kinks/fantasies. They may not be familiar with all of them but are more than happy to learn. I heard “you always have something new for me” 😭 ooo girl (I mean that in a gender neutral way) this energy is INTENSE. I heard “they wanna be all in your business” and “they LOVE you” they could be a single parent for some of you. They’re very responsible and take a leader role in all areas of life and do have a very… I’m gonna be honest, I have no clue what I was going on about there because I just got a very detailed image of their ARM which is such a nice arm btw and they’re behind you doing it from the back but they have you like bent over the edge of the bed and they have a handful of your hair and they are VOCAL like not just dirty talk but a lot of moans/grunting. This scenario would be reversed depending on what parts your equipped with or what you’re into because I do feel like there’s going to be a few male or male identifying people that pick this pile! Also I just remembered that before this, I was about to say that they have a very “daddy/mommy” sort of vibe. I hope that makes sense.

I think as long as they have control or get to be more dominant and take care of you, they’re down for any kink you have. Like I said before, they’re very dominant and possessive. They may say “you’re mine” or “that (body part) is mine” ya know. I also just heard “as long as I get all of you” and aftercare is very important to them. In and out do the bedroom, they care for you a lot and want to take care of you and your needs.

Pile 2 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Okay so I think this could be a more diverse pile. For some of you I think you like for your partner to worship you. To sort of treat you like a god/goddess in bed and you want them to he desperate to please you. You really like receiving oral and I think you like giving as well but you like very desperate/needy sex. You may like incorporating food or maybe you like to eat after sex. For others I think you may like having a submissive partner. You may be the type to listen to whimper audios. A large portion of people picking this like could be apart of the LGBTQ+ community. Some of you could like feet (no judgement, one in ten people actually like feet so you’re definitely not alone) you may like oil. I just heard that Cardi B quote “suck my sick and feed me grapes” 😭

This pile is so different so it’s hard to put it into words but I’ll start with the first category of people and then next I’ll go into the second category.

So first category, I don’t think you’re really a “dominant” person but you like being in control. You like telling your person how to please/touch you and you like when your person is desperate/needy or vocal. You like when your person makes their main priority please you and you especially love them giving you oral. You may have taught them exactly how you like it so they give it to you perfectly every time and oral seems especially important in the morning. You may like soft/gentle sex that’s very deep and passionate and you’re not done having sex until you’ve came and that’s equally important for both you and your partner. Some of you might like whips/collars but this could also be me picking up on the second category of people that picked this pile.

Your person loves this dynamic and they love pleasuring you. They specifically love your moans and the way your body moves when they go down on you. They may enjoy giving you massages and possibly giving you baths or having a bath ready for you. They love being inside you or you being inside them and they love how connected it makes them feel to you. They love kissing your body and they love how you look covered in oil (although they may get frustrated when it gets slippery or difficult) if you have boobs, they love massaging them and they really like kissing between your thighs. They LOVE when you give them oral and they think you’re very good at it but they wish you would do it more often. More than anything, they love the intensity and passion between the two of you.

Second category

For the second category, you enjoy being more dominant. You like when your partner is obedient and you really like your partners whimpers and the way their body moves. You may enjoy licking their body or teasing/edging them until they can’t handle it anymore and their eyes are watering. You either love being inside of them and how the inside of them feels or the other way around and you love them inside of you and how the inside of you feels or both. You may also really like face sitting/tongue riding and I keep seeing fingering. Similar to the first category, you may enjoy food or oil being incorporated. You may also like or want to get a sex swing and you may enjoy sex in the water or shower sex. You really love and want to worship and take your time with your person’s body.

Your person really loves this. Maybe they haven’t been properly loved or cared for in the past so the way you love them is very healing for them. They feel safe with you and you may be the first person they’ve ever been able to cum with. You’re very good at after care, as well and if you are interested in getting a sex swing, I definitely think they’d be up for it. They feel safe and comfortable with you so they’d be open to trying it and I think you both would really like it. I also keep seeing more fingering so that could be something you’re both really into or maybe the two of you recently had a very good experience with it or tried something new with it for the first time.

Pile 3 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Okay pile 3, I think I’m getting both you and your person’s energy rn cause you’re very very in tune with each other and wanting the same thing in all aspects, not just sexual. This may be a new relationship or possibly a new beginning in your current relationship after a period of staleness or stagnancy. I keep getting shaky and nervous so maybe this is how you feel about this person.

You want someone who will take control and be more dominant but also that makes you feel safe and comfortable. You want someone that will make sure your wants and needs in the bedroom met. Maybe you’re not as experienced or are still figuring out your wants/needs so you want someone that will explore that with you and not make you feel bad about it. You may enjoy being spanked and you may like handcuffs. Maybe you’ve waited a long time for this or waited a long time for this person so you want this time spent with them to be worth the wait. I heard “everything I’ve wanted and more” you want deep and passionate sex, you want to feel like this persons is completely yours and vice versa. You want this person to explore and genuinely appreciate your body.

You may really want to give this person oral. You want to please them and hear what their moans sound like. You want to see them finish and know that you were the one that did that to them and you like knowing that you’re capable of doing that to them. You want to explore their body just as much as you want them to explore yours and you want to feel all of them. This feels somewhat sexual but also there’s so much this person wants with you. They want you to know that you’re the only person they ever think about, that nobody else compares.

They want to get to know every side of you and they want to get you alone really bad. Maybe you always see each other in public or in crowds of people so there’s no time to connect or get to know you on a deeper level but they want to so bad. They really like your sense of humor but wish they could see more of it. They want to see and appreciate your body. Even if they haven’t seen it, I heard “I know it looks beautiful” their idea of what you look like naked may actually be pretty accurate. They may masturbate to you often.

You may have very soft skin and they really like that. They think of running their hands all over your body. They think about giving you oral. I heard “I wonder how you’d take it” they may be very large down there or vice versa but they fantasize about how you’d take them or if you’d be able to take all of them. They want to be inside of you so bad (or vice versa, of course) more than anything, they want you.

They want you in a way they’ve never wanted anyone else and they want to know who you are at your core. They seem a little possessive on the sense that they want to know you in a way no one else gets to know you and understand every part of you in a way no one ever has. They may want to just cuddle naked or do something where they feel very bonded /connected to you. Possibly cock warming. Maybe that’s something you’re into that they’d be very happy to try. This is a very deep and passionate connection that I heard “will come into fruition” and “just give it time”

I also noticed that I said “so bad” so much during this reading so maybe that’s some sort of sign for someone!

Hello, lovelies! Thank you all so much for reading this PAC! I apologize for any typos, I haven’t proof read it all just yet. I hope you enjoyed the reading! Feel free to check out my past readings, here

As always, I hope you all are having a good day or night! Sending you so much love and light! ♡

࿐ྂ mara

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mysicklove · 8 months

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HOW R U SO GOOD AT WRITING SMUT??

drive, dedication, defeat, loss, power.

let me tell you the story of how I became the number one dom reader smut writer....

when i was a kid, i always had this thought in mind. "I will be the number 1 smut writer of all time!" while my friends and family snickered at me, telling me that I would never be good enough to write smut as they do. because I was talentless, which is so rare in this world. but I never let it get to me, I pushed on and on, even with the doubt.

and then i met the number one smut hero, all vampcubus (formally known as All birds-have-teeth) where she fed me a piece of her hair, and when i consumed it, i just had this dying need to peg every man that ever existed.

from there, i came in contact with my firmly childhood best friend larakugo, where I was beat and attacked for being so weak compared to her effortlessly talented writing. i tried and tried to keep up with her, but she still would always degrade me, calling me names such as meku. i soon fell in love with her, even through it all. (we are now together happily)

from there i strived to the best, to follow in her footsteps. i train like crazy, pushups, situps, running, all the while I'm typing on my computer piles and piles of smut because I knew this was the only way to be the best. i listen to male whimpering audios to help get the noises correctly, I read a shit ton of hentai because I have to master the expressions, and finally I test some of my tricks on my mutuals.

and with defeat and loss, i still ended up doing alright. i met many dom reader friends along the way, that constantly motivate me to be the best. and soon I hope to follow in All Vampucubus' footsteps, and be the number one smut writer !

#💌 - love letters #secret admirer #my smut academia

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devils-dares · 1 year

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Hey, Dev! So, this is the request I mentioned I'd like to make, so here I am.

Well, I had this idea on a particularly shitty day after two specific scenes came to my mind, so basically I thought about Matt and the reader both having a bad day and then they do some couple stuff to comfort each other, you know? Just a bit of domesticity, taking a bath together and taking care of each other, cooking together and that kind of sweet couple things...

But the two specific scenes I have in mind are one where Matt and the reader dance in the kitchen (nothing too grand, more like hugging from behind and starting to dance a bit clumsily while doing something else, maybe also singing some song softly in the ear... I sort of imagine the reader doing this with Matt, but you can adapt if you want to)

But the precursor scene of this whole idea is basically one where Matt and the reader are cuddled together on the couch and watching some old cartoons that Matt used to watch when he was kid, with the reader doing the audio description for him.

It's just a pretty silly idea that seems comfortable to read and that I feel would be lovely in your writing but for some reason has become something special to me...

PS: I imagined this as Matt x male reader (because I'm basically basing it on something I'd love to do, I'm sorry for that), but you can adapt and make a gn reader if you prefer, whatever you judge best... I appreciate it in advance! :)

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Matt tucked himself in bed next to you, a pained groan leaving his lips. He’d had a horrible day, both in and out of the office, and he’s taken… quite a beating when it came to his nightly activities. You reached out to him, only for him to take your hand and pull you to rest your head on his chest. It seemed like a good idea at the time, up until he hissed as you put your head in its rightful position.

“Sorry, love, forgot I bruised my ribs.” You shake your head at him, a sad smile on your face.

“It’s alright, how about we just sleep today off? Get a fresh start tomorrow, besides, it’s a weekend, we can spend all day together.”

“That sounds nice.” He says through a yawn.

He whimpers in his sleep, borderline cries are ripped from him as he tosses and turns, getting nothing but a turbulent night’s sleep.

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In the morning, you wake to the sound of a record playing and the smell of fresh coffee. You sit up against the headboard, rubbing at your eyes to shoo the sleep away, before slipping out of bed and joining Matt.

He must have been invested in whatever he was doing, because you were able to sneak up on him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and beginning to sway to the music. He jumps a little, immediately relaxing when you say his name in a sleepy voice.

“What are you doing up? You should be resting and healing.” You inquire.

“Got up early to meditate. I feel better already,” he says with a little laugh, “you ready for breakfast?”

“Let me freshen up, and then we can see what Chef Murdock has cooked up this fine Saturday morning.”

The two of you ate breakfast while laughing about everything that went wrong yesterday. Your problems spanned from getting a bunch of small paper cuts, to dropping an important file down the elevator shaft. You even got coffee spilled on your pants by your co-worker, and you didn’t have time to come home and change.

After washing and drying the dishes together and finally having the confidence that both of you are going to have a good day, Matt suggests a bath.

He settles in behind you, your back to his chest, and you immediately melt into his body under the warm water. He rubs at your shoulders, lazy kisses pressed against your bare skin and you sigh softly and sink even further into the water and into him, your eyes drooping closed.

“Sleepy?” He says, his voice groggy too.

“A little.”

“Then I propose a nap next.”

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Now, after sleeping beneath the sheets with each other in your arms, you two are on the couch sharing a blanket while you narrate your childhood cartoons to him. He smiles as laughs infiltrate your words, happy to hear you happy.

“I had a great day today.” You say, smiling at him during a commercial break.

“Yeah? So did I.” He leans over, kissing you soft and sweet. You settle back against him, narrating the cartoons in silly voices, feeling nothing but joy when they result in Matt’s laughs.

#matt murdock #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x male!reader #matt murdock x male reader #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #marvel #daredevil

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gardens-light · 2 years

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The Girl Online

Don't know about you guys. But sometimes watching my old favorites brings back childhood/teen-hood crushes. Raphael and Leonardo. Currently writing ideas for Mickey.

During his down time, Donatello mainly played online games to get away from what felt like a rather lonely existence. The digital world gave him the freedom to mingle with others-in a way, without compromising his family secret. Most of his friendships online was rather short-term, and Donatello didn't mind it. Therefore his long-term friendship with you, came to him as a pleasant surprise.

Hours of gameplay rolled into months. Creating a bond between the pair of you. The cute nicknames and odd flirtatious comments became apart of your regular convocations. But it soon leaded to something more spicy...

Content- Cyber-Intercourse. Male and female masterbation. Courage language. Dildo BJ. Fingering.

"Enemy is right where we want him, Big Boy."

His cheeks darkened to a slight darker shade of green. The nickname always causing him to blush whenever it escaped your voice, and through his headset. A slight chuckle breathed down his microphone, while typing the commands upon his keyboard.

"Shot is lined up, and ready on your command, Baby Girl." A smile tugged at his lips, as your angelic laughter flowed through his ears. Donatello didn't had to see you in person, to know you were blushing.

His chosen Hero lined up their majestic weapon towards the final dungeon master. And with a few clicks of a mouse, the villain's health bar vanished, leaving the NPC body drop to the floor and fade away. Leaving behind rare loot for you and Donatello to pick up, and upgrade your characters.

"Yes!! Totally worth the grooling four hours! Champion's of World of Warcraft! Right here!" the turtle cheered gesturing to himself and his screen.

Your laughter was like a melody through his headset. "I am having a victory sip of Red Bull, right now. And I believe we'll be in an agreement, when I say, that's enough for one night."

Donatello let out a sigh, "yes, in complete agreement. It's like you've read my mind."

Exiting the game and bringing up Discord, the terrapin smile widened, once your features took up his screen.

"So? Any plans for the remaining of this evening?" You asked, while adjusting your hair and re-tying it into a messy bun.

Donatello slouched in his gaming chair, gently swaying around. "No. I mean... there's a few things I should do, but I'm feeling lazy and putting it off till tomorrow."

You unknowingly returned his smile, since on your end all you could see was the terrapin's chosen thumbnail. Only hearing the audio of his voice.

"What things are those?" You asked.

Donatello looked over to his work table, which stood in the middle of his lab. The surface littered with unfinished projects and inventions. "Oh... just a couple of things, my brothers want me to work on. I've been working it straight for the past couple of days, so tonight's distraction was welcomed."

"As always" he quickly added, turning his attention back on the screen.

Your cheeky smile caused him to raise an invisible eyebrow. Your voice changing into a teasing tone, "oh... so you wanted a distraction, Big Boy?"

"U-Um... yeah. Y'know?... Our usual gaming plans..."

As a small amber begun to build in your core. Watching you bite your bottom lip softly, made an unusual feeling spun within Donatello's chest.

"Maybe I could provide another distraction tonight...?"

The terrapin pulled a weak smile, "l-like what, Y/N?"

A flutter build in his chest, as his nerdy heart skipped a beat. His hazel eyes watching your hands slowly slide down the curves of your torso. His gaze widening as your fingers gently curled around the hem of your geeky shirt, and slowly pulled it upwards.

You could hear his deep and unsteady breathes through your Airpods. The low mutters of Donatello whimpering into your ears, as more of your torso became exposed. Pulling off the shirt and carelessly throwing it onto your bedroom floor, Donatello's jaw hung low and opened mouthed.

The sight of you in his colour. A bra adorned with lace, pushed up your cleavage to a stunning view, while the undergarment highlighted the delicate curves of your bust. Giving the terrapin a indeed good view. His breath got stuck in his throat, as you stepped away a little from the montor, but still in view of the camera. A whimper breathed through your Airpods, while you slowly yet teasingly. Took off your silky PJ bottoms, revealing a matching set of mini-briefs, which elegantly showed off the curves of your thighs and behind.

"O-Oh... baby-I-I mean Y/N-"

"You can call me, baby. If you want... Big Boy."

The nickname rolling of your tongue quickly took hold of a whole new feeling for Donatello. A deep green flushed his cheeks, fluttering feeling within his chest butterflied, and rolled into a strong amber within his core. His wide eyes watched you come a little closer to your monitor again, placing your hands a little forward onto your chair as you leaned forward.

Knowing he had a better view of your cleavage, caused your amber within your core to roll into a dim fire.

"I've been wanting to do this for a while." Your flirtatious tone admitted, "having a little... 'fun' between us. Should be the perfect distraction for you. How are you feeling?"

A nervous chuckle escaped into his headset, while a weak smile lingered upon his lips. "M-Me? Oh! Um... a-a little surprised. Nervous. U-Unexpected..."

His voice died down into whimpers of pleasure again. As the act of you playfully foundling with your breasts distracted him. Heavy breathing fogged up his glasses, while a tight sensation begun to build around his crotch.

"Turn your camera on, Donnie"

Your sweet pleading voice, echoing an innocent tone drove his mind into a spin. Looking down at the bulge in his jeans, Donatello's words begun to stumble out of his mouth.

"B-Baby Girl, if you keep doing this... I-I'm afraid of what might follow."

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your sympathetic tone caught his attention. His eyes watched your posture slowly shift into a less seductive position. The terrapin's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh! No! Never! I-Is this moment unexpected? Yes. Am I a little nervous, but also turned on? Also yes. But you could never make me feel nervous. I-I mean, you're gorgeous!"

Your shy smile caused your blushing cheeks to spread the redness downwards.

"See? Right there! How you tuck a bit of hair behind your ear, whenever you're shy. You have no idea how much I look forward to hearing your voice on our 'game nights.' Or how it never matters, how shit my day goes, all I need is your smile to get me through."

"Donnie-"

"No, I'm serious! Having a girl like you, willing... wanting to do... with a geek like me? Man..."

Your sweet giggle echoed throughout Donatello's headset.

Although he always claimed to not really do well with expressing emotions. Donatello never failed on how to build your confidence, and make you comfortable. You knew he was extremely self-conscious of his appearance. Even the odd photo that he sent you (which you didn't know was digitally altered), only somewhat gave you an mental image of what he looked like. So you didn't want to ruin the moment by trying and convince him of turning on his camera. After all... you were only planning of putting on a show for him...

A cheeky, seductive smile returned to your lips. As you brung your legs up onto the seat of your gaming chair, and knelt against the soft leather. Propping yourself up a little, and adjusting your seating to sit on your feet. With one hand fumbling your breast and the other slowly working it's way down towards your core.

"Hey Baby Girl, what... oh, oh shit."

Your sweet giggles soon turned into whimpers of pleasure. Donatello's cheeks flushed a deeper green, as his wide hazel eyes watched you pleasure yourself. Moans leaving your voice sounded heavenly, as his kaiak jeans begun to feel too tight and restricting his erection.

Your breasts lightly bounced with each moment of your body. Heavy breaths moaned into your earpiece, as your roaming fingers pumped, massaged and slid into your wet entrance. Your hand stopped fumbling your breasts, and moved up towards your collar bone. Feeling your neck and toying with the small golden necklace. Before reaching up towards your lips, and seductively gave your index finger a suttle bite.

Your soft moans and whimpers of his name, caused Donatello's mind to enter a frantic spin. And his pulsing erection pressing tightly against his jeans certainly wasn't helping. His hands gripped onto the armrests' of his gaming chair, nail's digging into the torn fabric.

"Oh Donnie" your inccocent tone whimpered. "Are you just gonna sit there and watch me have all the fun?"

Don't say it! Don't say it! Don't say it!-

"Baby Girl, I want you on your knees!" words stumbled out of his mouth. But it was all that your ambered fire needed to build and burst through your core.

"Oh yea? And do what Donnie?" your teasing voice asked between whimpers.

With his mind clouded and too in the zone to think properly, Donatello's words slowly strung themselves together. "I want you on your knees, and put your mouth over something."

A small giggle escaped your lips, and a small, satisfying squish sound came to the terrapin's ears. As your fingers left your wet sweet spot. Watching you seductively lick off your sent, which dripped down your two fingers. Ripped a heavy sigh from Donatello's lips.

His gaze remained focused on you, as you speechlessly followed his order.

"You want something in my mouth, Donnie? I've got this which should create a nice image for you."

A small chuckle left Donatello's lips, as you held up a rather thick and green dildo.

"Oh yeah, baby. That's certainly gonna create an mental image alright."

Moving his camera close to his keyboard, and tiling the cam onto a lower angle. Donatello swallowed down his nerves before turning his camera online.

As you lowered yourself onto the floor, kneeling against the carpet. Donatello watched your eyes widen a little, as the close up of his crotch area came into view upon your monitor.

"D-Donnie...?"

"P-Please forgive and ignore my appearance right now." His tone temporarily switched to his usual sweet geeky tone. "Right now... I-I just want you to look up at me, while you suck off that dildo."

"Yes Donnie."

Your simple reply was all Donatello needed to fuel his confidence, and unfasten his zipper. Allowing his erection spring through the opening and glisten with pre-cum. Without a word, your lips found their way to the tip of the dildo. Your wide eyes watched the terrapin gently fondle with his balls, as your tongue licked and slid underneith of the dildo's shaft.

With a free hand, Donatello placed a flesh-light at the tip of his cock. Moans slipped into his headset, as the small vibrations of the toy erupted the sparks of excitement throughout his body. After watching you tease the dildo's shaft and tip with your tongue, Donatello slowly pushed his cock into the flesh-light.

His low grunts mixed in with your muffled moans. Moving the toy against him, in time with your mouth around the dildo. The terrapin leaned back into his chair, allowing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. Imaging your mouth sliding up and down his erection.

"Yeah... yeah. Baby Girl. Suck it."

Donatello's eyes fluttered open, as he heard your muffled moans slowly pick up peace. He focused back onto his computer screen, the view before him caused moans to escape from him. This would forever be imprinted in his mind.

From his point of view, he could just see the green dildo. Your plump lips moving around the toy, as your saliva made it glisten underneath your desk lamp. Your tongue gliding, cradling along the bottom of the shaft, each mouth movement ending in a lustful kiss upon the tip. Which you always looked up at your camera, knowing the terrapin had a perfect view.

The flesh-light kept up with your peace, creating a full emerged moment for the pair of you. A wondering hand of yours returned to your soaked entrance, allowing your breasts bounce with each moment as your hips bucked against your hand. Your free hand holding onto the dildo's base, pinning it against your keyboard as you begun to slowly deep throat the toy. The flesh-light glided along Donatello's member, like your lips effortlessly moved against the dildo. His balls became heavy, and knew his climax was building up.

Fireworks and bursting ambers erupted in both of your cores. Soon your moans and whimpers filled the air within your ears. Your mouth moved away from the dildo as you begun to jerk off the toy.

"Donnie! Donnie!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Baby Girl!-"

"Hey Donnie! What are you doing?"

An unexpected voice from the doorway, caused a small yelp to leave Donatello's throat. Quickly tucking himself under his desk, feeling the flesh-light fill with his cum. His hazel eyes darted around his lab, till they landed onto his younger brother.

"M-Mickey! I've told you not to disturb me while I'm in my lab!"

The young sibling raised an invisible brow, "but I heard weird noises coming from your room and I wanted to know if you were ok."

Donatello wiped the droplets of sweat off his brow, while momentarily removing his headset, so your constant moans couldn't distract him from attempting to recompose himself. He'd never been so thankful of placing his P.C set up in the corner of his lab.

"Are you ok...?"

The purpled masked turtle took a few deep breaths before answering his innocent brother.

"Yeah... yeah, Mickey, I'm fine."

"What was with the funny noises?-"

"I-I was playing a game. With ba- Y/N, my online friend. W-We're playing a ah- horror game. Resident Evil!... Eight! Super scary. Sorry for disturbing you Mickey. O-Our gaming session has finished, so I promise you'll won't hear anymore... funny noises."

"Ok! No problem. You didn't disturb me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

Donatello pulled a weak smile. "Th-Thanks Mickey... Goodnight."

Donatello counted to five after his brother left his sights. Slowly turning his attention back onto you, whom now was still kneeling against your bedroom floor but covered in the pretend cum from the dildo. Since he tucked himself a little more under his desk, in attempt to hide himself from Mickey. All you could see was Donatello's waist and small bit of his lower abdomen was in your view. He removed the flesh-light from his member, before running a hand over his smooth head, and adjusted his glasses.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N. Y'know... about my brother walking in."

Your sweet laughter assured him that the intimate moment wasn't ruined, as you grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned yourself off.

"It's ok, Donnie. It was quite an expirience. There's no way I'm going to sleep peacefully tonight."

"You're telling me... this is forever imbedded in my memory, and I certainly wouldn't want it any other way."

A shy smile came to your lips, as the towel slowly folded into your lap. "Can we... do this again sometime...?"

"Fuck yes, Baby Girl! And perhaps... maybe in person someday...?"

Your flirtatious wink made Donatello's little geeky heart flutter again.

"I would love that, Big Boy..."

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