Doing this with very little fanfare. I've decided to archive this blot. It's no longer gonna be active, except for me to log on and pull some drafts and pieces off here every once in a while. I have some other projects I'm working on, but I'd like to keep those as private as possible for now. Thanks to everyone who I've met. Moots can ask for my discord if they want it. 🫠
Ken Wakui knew what he was doing when he said Rindou is the second best boyfriend in Tenjiku.
Hear me out, he's all sharp edges, scathing retorts and LITERALLY DISJOINTS PEOPLE'S BONES. But with you... Those sharp edges melt like chocolate during a hot summer day. Before you two started dating, he would throw giant parties, inviting a whole crowd just for the sake of having you in his living room. And from his DJ booth his eyes would not stop crawling back to you, you know just in case someone tries some funny things.
And when you start dating, well he doesn't need those parties anymore. Because you're there, in his bedroom, even, and he's making you listen to the mix he made thinking about you ( but you would never know that). And he stopped going to school, but the path to that highschool knew his feet each and everyday. And Rindou is a hothead, drinking the risk at its roots, but still makes sure you wear his helmet perfectly before taking you on a ride on his bike.
Rindou's the type of boyfriend to spend money like there's no tomorrow, but the only time of the year when he saves some in when your birthday's near, his best girl deserves the prettiest, shiniest, newest golden necklace around her neck.
Yes, Wakui, you're right, Rindou's such a good boyfrien-
-" Look at you, such a fuckin' slut f'me "
Oh... Yeah aha aha... 👉👈
Human's nature is a second skin, and maybe the rough edges were just covered underneath some cotton candy dreams. Because the night comes, the light leaves, and the purple eyes of Rindou turn indigo under the desire, seeing you in your lingerie all waiting on his bed. Shit, the door wasn't even locked, Ran could've walked in, any of his friend's could've walked in. This thought makes his blood boil.
-" you like it when I fuck you like this, don't you ?"
At some point, everything hurts, the ties around your wrists tying you to his bed, his hand squeezing around your throat, his relentless thrusts abusing your poor pussy like it owned him some money, but again, pain and pleasure come from the same root and you've lost count on how many times you've came around him.
-" Fucking answer me. " His hand around your throat tightened, making your mouth form a perfect O shape. " You like it when my cock's ruining this tight pussy ? "
-" Rin'... Don't... Please don't make me say it !"
Shame laced orgasms were waiting at your door, but he likes it, the idea of corrupting you, you in your short pink skirts and your perfect girl's next door reputation.
-" Oh yeah you do. Baby loves being stuffed like... Shit, like my pretty little whore "
Another harsh thrust of him would have you arching your back, and his other hand would pull your hair back to have you looking at him.
-" Keep those fucking addicting eyes o'mme. Fuck, babe. Can't ya see how this pussy's hugging me ? You're such a slut for me... Only me, yeah ?"
His hand squeezes tighter around your throat, bringing your attention back to him.
-" This " you cried as his finger tapped over your over stimulated cunt. "Sweet thing's only for daddy's cock, hm ?"
Animalistic thrusts, ragging breaths, soul devouring desire, all until you're coming undone under him, and your fucked up face is enough. He barely has the time to withdraw before his cum is all over your breasts, some even reaching the necklace wearing his name around your neck.
Rindou reaches for his phone on the nightstand, while his other finger shoves some of his seeds in your mouth, barely leaving you anytime to protest.
-" Smile f'me, lemme keep your pretty face for when I miss the fuckin' love o'mma life. "
Yes, yes Ken Wakui, you're right. Rindou is the perfect boyfriend.
Keeping the picture of his girlfriend, tied to his bed, coated in his cum, finger shoved deep in her mouth as a lock screen.
Chifuyu was so so happy when you asked him to show you what his photo was. He stumbled to unlock his phone and grt to his camera roll to show you his photo. He has the biggest smile on his face as he tells you about how much he wanted to marry you the moment he saw you stop to pet the cat.
Draken was so confused and took awhile before he found a photo in his camera roll that he really wanted to show you. His reasoning was that you look so pretty when your concentrated and so caught up in your work, draken can't help but fall deeper in love.
Mikey immediately showed you this photos without any hesitation, the fattest smile on his face almost like a golden retriever. His explanation for the photo was that he adores how much of a foodie you are like him and always down to get food, late at night or early in the morning
Rindou just rolled his eyes and said he didn't have one because in his mind he hadn't actually had a photo like this, until he found this photo. He said it was because of how he loved that you put him before anything else.
Ran has a million photos that he could show you but he choose this one, it took him awhile but he found it. His reason was how you always looked so pretty, even when doing something so simple. It was also because you decided to nap instead of being mad at ran.
boyfriend Kakucho who has you tag along with him to club for Bonten activities, has you dressed up so pretty and he just has you in his lap the whole time :( drawing shapes on your thigh and you feel the cool metal of the rings on his fingers
Kakucho isn’t a huge fan of these things though, he’d rather be at home with you in your pajamas as he spoon feeds you ice cream, it’s a good thing he’s the number three because the moment you look a little sleepy he’s leaving with you hand in hand. the rest don’t see it but he’s absolutely giddy as he walks out of the club with you and when you get home he’s throwing you over his shoulder to go change into your comfy clothes hehe <3
warnings| dad! rindou, fluff, implied future babies, rindou passing on his eye problems to babies (he should be arrested for attempted murder actually).
the true tragedy that arises from sharing offspring with rindou haitani is the atrocious eyesight.
your daughter is frowning so deeply at the optician that he keeps nervously glancing at between you and rindou. it's clear she doesn't want anymore prodding done and she's fed up of the questions, and she doesn't like that she's had to say the alphabet wrong like six times.
rindou is worse because his baby is fussy. he's glaring at the optician as well. despite the conversation you'd had in the car about remaining calm, so she can remain calm and this whole ordeal could be over with. but, no. his daughter is uncomfortable, thoughmit is technically his fault she has to get these glasses in the first place, and thus he is pissy.
when the optician is finished and agrees that the lens he's selected are perfect for her rindou attempts to lower her to the floor only for her to curl her legs so her feet don't touch the ground and begin to sniffle.
you can't help the little laugh that escapes you when he melts at the sound. immediately turning her around to wrap her legs around his waist.
"shh," he coos. "daddy's sorry. you can stay right here all day."
famous last words because, now, equipped with the knowledge that your child will be wearing glasses in three days and a couple thousand dollars lighter you attempt to get her into the car.
and let's be real. after spending hours cuddled up to rindou you would also, throw a tantrum if kindly asked to remove yourself from him.
this is how you end up with rindou in the backseat your daughter cuddled to his chest and him hissing everytime you even attempt to drive at a reasonable speed. apparently rindou does not consider himself as safe for kids to drive around in as a car seat.
she's asleep when you get home, her thumb hanging out of her mouth where she'd sucked it to sleep, and drool pooling beneath her cheek on rindou's chest.
you experience a moment of irrational jealousy when he shifts to get out of the car and she frowns in her sleep and he decides he'll stay in the car until she wakes up.
you have to explain that it's fine if she wakes up she needs to eat anyway and her father settles that dark purple gaze on you in a way that makes you zip your mouth shut.
knowing she's spoiled and seeing the evidence daily are two entirely different things. but it's been five years, you've grown accustomed to the way rindou dotes on his only child, it doesn't help that she's smart and well aware that she's got him wrapped around her little finger.
two days later rindou fits her into her glasses for the first time. they're frowning at each other identically as he asks her if she's comfy, if that's better. she tells him it's bright and pretty, you watch her walk around the house and rediscover things.
you watch her carefully the next few days. observe how she’s stopped bumping into random things in the house, how her teacher admits that she’s been more active during class, even finally sign her up for the spelling team.
rindou apologizes to you.
“it’s not easy accepting that she’ll be stuck with them for most of her life,” he says, when you’re curled into his side, his fingers skimming your waist and hips, his chin resting on your head. “it wasn’t easy for me, not cause of bullying just because it’s a strange adjustment and i-“ he gulps, the sound right near your ear “-i hate that she’s going through the same thing i am.”
you let him vent his frustration and then you reassure him with a single sentence.
“rindou, she’s gotten too many great things from her daddy for you to be focused on this one, possibly fixable issue.”
he scoffs. “really? is that why you don’t wanna give me a son? because of the many great traits i might pass on to him?”
you laugh. “I don’t know, we’ll see in like six months.”
silence ensues when he shuffles to wrap you in his arms completely. and then your words settle in and he stills.
❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) explicit headcanons for the gangsta men. ft worick, nicolas, delico, & marco
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy, canon verse, headcanon format, oral (m.receiving), worick calls you princess, submissive!delico, missionary position, enemies to lovers trope, soft smut, choking kink, marking kink, reader is mr monroe's daughter in delico's part (adopted, blood, stepdaughter, whatever floats your rootbeer float), breeding kink, spanking
NICOLAS BROWN
― 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒
YOU AND NICOLAS NEVER GOT ALONG. You were positive he hated your guts as soon as you joined Worick, himself, and Alex. You weren't sure why he disliked you, but you gave him as much heat back. You weren't a punk, so you weren't going to let some Twilight boss you around. Especially one whose ranking only became so high because he overuses cerebret. And Nicolas knew you hated him just as much caused of the way you rolled your eyes as soon as you saw him in the room. He even would let a profanity word or two when you would come into the room. The one thing that Worick did notice was that you two actually worked pretty well together when you put your mind to it. Both you and Nicolas could argue all morning, but when it was time to get shit done—Worick could only choose you to be sure Nicolas is good.
Only cause within two enemies who hate each other so much—deep down it's some form of romantic tension between the two. Every night, as you tiptoe into Nicolas's room, proved this. You've lost count on the number of times, you'll cover the bite marks and hickeys that decored your delicate skin simply because Nicolas got off at the sight of you panicking to cover them.
Every night where you two argued through harsh sign language ended with you croaking out Nicolas's name as if he could even hear you. He was really good at reading your body language and your facial expressions to know that he was fuckin' you just right. With your face buried into his pillow and your back arched perfectly, Nicolas had you completely trapped from running from his harsh thrusts. Every time your hand went back from interrupting his actions of pleasing you, his large hands would come down to slap you on your ass cheeks gaining a yelp from you.
Although the flesh on your butt stung with each spanking, you grew wetter for Nicolas's cock to brush against your tight walls effortlessly. You could feel your essence staining the inside of your thighs and your thighs were beginning to quiver before Nicolas bottomed down inside you fully.
The Twilight just enjoyed fucking the hate for him out of you.
WORICK ARCANGELO
― 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
DATING ONE OF 'THE HANDYMEN' OF ERGASTULUM WAS NEVER EASY. Especially when dating the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, eye patch-wearing Worick Arcangelo. It consisted of waking up in the morning and finding him and Nicolas in your living room sleep because after their dangerous task you didn't have the energy to question, they'll crash at your place because it was closer (and you cooked some pretty good pancakes according to what was signed to you by Nicolas). Or it was the seething feeling of jealousy because of the women from his past occupation. Obviously, it also consisted of the poor attempt to scrub blood out of Worick's shirt, you insisting you burn it—but it's his favorite shirt. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you could tell the relationship was taking a toll on both of you.
You knew Worick did his all to be sure to keep you out of the deadly things he and Nicolas usually have themselves tangled in. However, that didn't stop him from bringing it to your doorstep after a long day of tasks. His body was completely exhausted. His fingertips were stained with the scent of gunpowder and bullets. And you hated to want to admit that he actually looked even more attractive in this state.
It was always the same routine when he came over after a long day. If he had the energy, he'll eat what you cooked for dinner. If not he's tugging off his dirty clothes to take a shower immediately and crashing right in the middle of your bed. But tonight was a bit different as you could tell how stressed he was.
You took it upon yourself to get on your knees and smother Worick's cock with kitten licks until his hips are jerking forward urging you to finally put it in your wet mouth. When he felt the wetness of your mouth, you could hear him let out an exhausted sigh of relief. His head instantly falls back to meet with the back of your cream-colored sofa. His hands found comfort on the back of your head to help guide your soaked licks and sucks upon his thick cock.
Occasionally you're perking yourself forward just to shove Worick down your throat some more. With pornographic gags bouncing off your living room walls, you could only take it due to Worick's hand being pressed on the back of your hip. His hips bucking forward just so his swollen tip could brush against the back of your throat.
"There we go princess, take it all in your mouth." Worick praised you while being your personal hairstylist with the way he was holding your hair.
MARCO ADRIANO
― 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋
MARCO'S JOB HAS ALWAYS BEEN DANGEROUS. No matter what, you found yourself sitting up late praying that he returns in one piece. You've lost count of how many bloody shirts you tossed or ice packs you've placed upon his ribcage—and you hated to admit that you were slowly growing tired of it. You weren't sure if you could handle the emotions of one day Marco not returning home to you. You feared that one day Loretta and Galahad would come knocking on your door with a look of sorrow.
But one night when Marco came home, you didn't want to worry that something was up with him. You couldn't particularly put your finger on it, but you knew that something was on his mind. He looked pretty banged up with small cuts on his arms and a bruise on his cheek, but you could have chalked that up as a typical shift with the Cristiano family.
He didn't say much, he just let his lips crash upon yours and his arms bring you closer. With each nibble on your lower lip and his tongue tasting the wine you sipped on during the night, a piece of clothing was removed from both of your bodies. Seconds turned into minutes before the both of you are intertwined with each other naked in bed. Delico toned statured cowering over your body while his hips rocked forward with his cock inside of you. The intense feeling of your pussy clutching around Marco only allowed him to let out a string of groans. His grip on your body trapping you from running from his thrusts tightened and he had a goal to be sure you felt every thrust he put his all in.
By the way, your kiss swollen lips were parted apart to whine out his name, Marco could tell he was doing just that. He didn't want to admit to you that he had a close call during a task for Loretta. A bullet was perhaps three inches away from his life being taken away, so tonight he dedicated the evening to making sure his soul was intertwined with yours. The mere thought of you leaving behind on this planet caused his heart to feel happy, so he couldn't help but fuck you a little more passionate tonight. His kisses on your heated skin were so soft that if he kissed hard enough, he would break you.
And when it was time for the two of you to be tugged off the passionate toe-curling cloud of cumming, Marco didn't bother to pull out. His thrusting turned a little sloppy and slow and his cute whines echoed in your ear.
"I love you Y/N."
DELICO
― 𝐌𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄❜𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑
THE MOON SHINED THROUGH THE SHEER WHITE CURTAINS, COMPLETELY ILLUMINATING YOUR SWEAT-COATED SKIN. Your hips rocked back aggressively and your mouth gasped open to let out soft whimpers that combated with the sound of your headboard clashing against your nude-colored walls. Delico's fingers bruised the soft flesh upon your waist as his heterochromia eyes stared up at you in a complete trance. Completely pussy drunk for the woman above him whose pussy was clutching around him like a perfectly fit glove.
He was D-ranked Twilight who has done so many bad things within his time of being a bodyguard for a man like Mr. Monroe, but the actions he was committing tonight were just as bad. But, it felt so right. His head sank further into the pillow under his head, his white strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat. It took him by shock when he felt your hand grasp his neck. Although the grasp didn't hurt him—he still felt his body heat up by the action. Completely turned on at the sight of the way your head fell back in complete bliss while stuttering out his name.
Through coherent groans, Delico's attempt to praise how beautiful you look was interrupted by the tumultuous knocks on your room door. Your hand covered Delico's mouth to muffle any hush words that were about to tumble off his lips, you could hear your father's words behind the closed door. "I know you're still upset at me, but it's for your protection. Just please let me come in t—" Mr. Monroe's words were interrupted by you.
"I'm fine, completely over the situation father. We can discuss this in the morning." You hissed out feeling Delico's hold on your waist tighten before he's rolling your hips.
Your breath hitched in your throat while attempting to form a proper sentence. The sound of your room door knob began to jiggle aggressively, despite being fully grown—your father still thought it was okay to barge in your room. The drastic feeling of Delico's cock twitching inside you felt like your orgasm was clawing you to the edge. You wanted to moan out his name so badly, but you couldn't know how much trouble that would put both of you in. Mostly the D-ranked Twilight that was below your bare body at the moment, but you couldn't tarnish that perfect image your father had of you.
"We can talk about this tomorrow! I'm—uh handling something right now." You said through soft moans, hips still rolling like a cat in heat.
nori says | y’all I can't even cap, I had difficulty finishing this one, just bc I couldn't quite figure out the direction I wanted it to head in, but I think I got it where I wanted it <3 ; no it’s not proofread, y’all know I write w my clit & not my brain.
“Well don’t you look adorable?” Suguru hums, locked in a trance almost as he watches you writhe against satin sheets.
When you look up at him, you almost cry. He looks so satisfied at the way your thighs tremble and your cheeks are covered in dried tear streaks. Your pussy’s been abused for hours now and every time you get to the cusp of your release, Suguru’s conveniently uncomfortable on his knees or overrun by a thought that he just has to share with you before he explodes.
It’s torturous and as he pulls his lithe fingers from inbetween your legs, you let out a sob at the loss of stimulation. You feel so empty it pisses you off. Your body’s live-wired with desperation; The slightest touch might be enough to make you cum.
Suguru Geto is a lot of things. He’s an asshole when you get under his skin, he’s an absolute heartbreaker when he smiles, but most of all—he’s a god awful sadist. The idea of bringing you to tears and watching you writhe in a blinding mix of pain and pleasure makes his blood pulse harder between his legs.
And sometimes, he does things without reason. Like how he came home, pressing kisses into the crook of your neck and hungrily letting his hands roam your body until you’ve gone pliant in his arms. By then, he can most likely convince you to commit a felony without any resistance.
You’re almost there—You roll the thought around in your head for a minute, give it the slightest inkling of attention, but not much more. To no fault of your own of course as you feel Suguru’s breath washing over your overstimulated clit, dragging your attention back onto him and his incessant torture. “You still with me, angel?”
“Barely,” You sigh shakily at the slow lick he drags underneath the hood of your clit. “More so now with you between my legs though.”
Geto purrs, vibrations running through you and kickstarting that thrumming in your core again. It’s demanding as he sucks at your clit, gently dragging his teeth over the nub and forcing your legs closed around his head. He’s pinching at your thighs, protesting against it and pushing your quivering thighs apart again. You can feel yourself on the cusp of falling over that edge again, more forceful than before.
The feeling crawls up your spine, leaving a tingle in its wake and makes you arch up against Suguru’s face, shamelessly grinding your pussy against his mouth and you shudder when his chuckle vibrates through your core and tightens the coil in your stomach.
Your grip is harsh on his scalp, pushing his eager mouth harder against your clit. “Gonna…fuck, I’m gonna cum, Suguru!” and just as quickly as you moaned those words, he’s slowing to a halt, stealing yet another release. You groan in annoyance, cursing his name and everything he stands for.
“You cum when I say so, pretty,” Suguru lilts, hovering above you to commit the anguish on your face to memory. “Y’know how this works.”
He knows you do and he’ll keep dragging it out until you break. When you almost instantly cry out a “Let me cum, please, Suguru—” in between moans of his name and pitiful mewls, Geto’s elated; Ready to be of service to you anyway you see fit.
He plays around with the thought for a couple of seconds, a little too drunk on the power you give him letting control your orgasm like this. He questions whether or not he wants to relinquish that so soon? He loves seeing you fall apart; Watching your eyes glaze over when you gush and drip all over him—But, Suguru thinks he likes the way you shy away from his stimulation a little bit more. “Mmm, let’s see how quick we can get you there, baby. Then, I’ll decide.”
You think he’s underestimating just how close you are to bursting at the seams, but you agree with no reluctance, bucking your hips towards his fingers that tease at your folds. He’s softly swiping his fingers through your pooling arousal, his touch a ghost of what it once was. Every time his fingers catch under the hood of your clit, your thighs tremble with the force of your impending orgasm.
The room starts to look spotty as Suguru pushes his digits in your overstimulated pussy, curling them once he sinks in down to the knuckle. You’re clenching so tight, sucking him in with urgency, wordlessly begging for him to make you cum and Geto’s finally ready to oblige. He keeps targeting the one spongy spot that’s making your vision foggy and you mewl his name, followed by a “M’gonna cum, Suguru! Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Geto doesn’t even think about it, whispering the okay in between faint kisses against your lips. “Do it, angel.” He smiles down at you fiendishly, locking your gaze on him so he can watch you come undone. “Cum all over my fingers, yeah?”
The tenor in his voice makes it even easier, cumming all over his fingers with a flurry of moans and whimpers. Your slick begins to run down his forearm, pools in the palm of his hand and Suguru wears a gaze of pride as he watches you writhe against the bed sheets.
If your ears weren’t ringing, maybe you’d hear the praises he’s singing you in between kisses pressed against your clammy skin, but for now you focus on stabilizing again to reground yourself in the present. “Did so good for me, princess, m’so proud of you.”
You do manage to make eye contact with him as his fingers slip from between your legs, Suguru sucking them clean between swollen lips. You’re looking at him with the ‘fuck me’ eyes again like you were when all of this started, and his cock throbs in his sweats, almost desperate to feel you squeeze around his cock the way you just did on his fingers.
Geto’s hovering above you again, slow, deliberate kisses pressed into your neck as he massages the soreness from your inner thighs. You give him a fatigued whimper as he pushes your leg open, resting his clothed bulge against your sensitive clit. “You think you can do it again for me, one more time baby?”
“Rindou!” You snap, eyes widening as he adjusts the phone next to him. You hear the distinct click of him sliding his phone into his stand.
“Your pussy isn’t shy, darling—” he starts and you squawk. Scrambling to grab your headphones and connect them to your phone lest someone passing by heard him.
“I’m in the library, Rin,” you hiss, glancing around to make sure no one sees.
Rin laughs, as he pushes his glasses up his nose to run his tired eyes. “You let me eat you out in that exact same spot not two weeks ago. Besides, it’s ass o’clock there’s no one there I’m sure.”
And he’s right. The library is mostly empty except for one or two students milling around. The librarian can’t see you from here and the room is just dim enough that you can get away from it.
“Rin—” you start to whine.
“No pressure, Angel,” he acquiesces. You want to kiss him so bad you pour at the screen. He’s wonderfully disheveled, the strands of his hair sticking out at odd angles.
His phone is tilted so the bare upper half of his body and the band of his underwear is visible. The diamond in your initial glints from where it dangles at the base of his throat. His tattoos are blurry because of the shitty lighting in his room but he’s so heartbreakingly gorgeous and soft looking with his glasses and pretty frown and furrowed brows.
“I just miss you,” he sighs, stretching backward in his chair. You make a strangled whimper as his torso elongates, the muscles in his abs shifting. “Miss you a lot okay?”
Guilt has you shushing him.
“Talk- talk me through it.”
And he does, his voice deep and his words a drawl as he coaches you to shimmy out of your panties and show them to him, specifically the dampened crotch.
“Good girl,” he says. “One finger at a time now, I want you to rub your clit the way you like, nice and slow.”
You shift the chair back a little and prop your phone lower so he can see your exposed pussy when you spread your thighs.
“Fucking beautiful,” he groans when your fingers come away covered in slick. “Fuck I wanna taste it so bad, taste it for me.”
You do. You follow his every instruction. When he urges you to slink down in your seat and spread your legs even wider. When he coaxes you to pump two fingers in yourself, to bring the phone closer so he can hear how wet you’re getting for him.
And then when his coaxing devolves into his own grunts and wet sound of his cock sliding through his fist you glance down at your screen to get a glimpse of the pretty long cock that bullies your insides until you’re squirting all over his abs and thighs.
“You’re coming aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Your orgasm makes you breathless. Mostly because you hadn’t expected it. Just the suggestion has you gasping for air.
“Fuck yes, sound so goddamn pretty,” Rindou is still in your ear and his voice, roughened by arousal has your eyes rolling into the back of your head until you’re shaking, your thighs bumping into the table and the phone falling off the chair.
“Rin—” you slur, clamping your thighs shut as your stomach contracts.
“Fuck it,” he swears, and you hear movement on the other end. “Don’t leave the library. I’m coming to get you. And keep the panties off.”
You don’t have the presence of mine to do anything but hum your okay.
“Keep it wet for me,” he instructs. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes, you can’t come until I get there.”
It takes so much energy to go song after song, staying on par with the rest of the band and he does so well at it. At the end of the night, it leaves him with so much extra adrenaline to run out of his system.
So he takes it out on his #1 fan of course. And you’re so accommodating, taking every thrust, every flick of his thumb over your clit, and every nip of his teeth across your skin in stride. Feeling how you tighten up around his dick has him prepared to start a family much earlier than he ever planned to, but that might be okay.
hi :)
Why. Just why. Why you gotta do this to me. Free me from this man. Get him away.
