MHA MEN + DICK PRINTS

this one was rather short, but I ended up making it as sad as I could because I love suffering but it also makes me cry :)

hope you enjoyed darling!! if you didn’t have what u wrote in mind don’t hesitate to ask for a rewrite sweetie!!

tw; burns

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The battlefield was an inferno.

You watched from your perch on a nearby hill, transfixed by the flames that were spreading quickly. Surtr was moving fast, and with him came the fire that burned endlessly. If you didn’t stop this soon, you knew the entire kingdom of Askr could be in jeopardy. No man, woman, or child would be safe from this hell if you didn’t kill that man in a few days.

Your army stood behind you, awaiting the signal to pour down into the blazing war zone. You kept your eyes locked on the Muspelian soldiers gathering at the opposite end of the field, making sure they didn’t decide to catch you off guard. You squinted, barely able to make out the hulking figure of Surtr hiding behind his troops.

Gods, what a coward.

Suddenly, a hand gently lifted your hood down. You smiled at the sight of Shigure’s shining armor, turning to meet your lover before he could say a thing. The Pegasus knight chuckled, gently pulling you in and pressing a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Not now, honey. We have a job…” you trailed off, turning your attention back to the Muspel’s, who hadn’t moved.

“I know, I know, I apologize. I just worry about your safety,” he moved his hand to your hip, smiling anxiously, “you will stay safe, won’t you?”

You giggled, reaching for bredablik to set off the fighting flare. “Of course, just for you. Now hurry back to your pegasus, we must begin.” You shooed him off, but not before catching his eye again. You smiled once more at him, reassurance written all over your face, before your lips presssed into a thin line. Slowly, you raised the gun into the air, before letting out a shout. Your troops returned it, and then just like that you pulled the trigger.

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The pegausus knight watched as the fire continued to grow, flying aimlessly around the war zone. He spun his spear, quickly cutting down a nearby wyverb flyer before circling back and hovering over the particularly cluttered areas. If anyone needed help, they could send him the signal. He turned, and saw you relaying orders, protected by Fjorm and Alfonse thankfully. At least you were safe.

Suddenly, the flames lept higher, skimming his armor. He jerked his pegasus back, gasping as he struggled to move away from the heat. He quickly retreated, but noticed something.

You were burning.

The fire clung to your skin, turning your once white cloak into ash. A blood curdling scream echoed through the battlefield, alerting everyone that you were in trouble. Shigure sucked in a terrified breath, unable to spur his mount on to save you. He sat frozen with fear as you continued to cry out for help. He sat there. Watching you burn.

You came stumbling from the inferno, gasping and wide eyed. You dropped to the ground, unmoving and silent. Shigure practically crashed his pegasus, jumping off and scooping you up in his arms. You stared ahead with terrified, cloudy eyes, mouth slowly moving to speak. Shigure took notice of your horrendous injuries, but couldn’t care less.

“S/O! S/O stay with me!” His voice was raw with desperation as he fumbled with the flare gun, jamming the golden rocket in and quickly setting it off. He returned his attention to you, only to feel you going limp and your breaths slowing. “No. No, no no no, hey! S/O, please!” He held you against his chest tighter, panicking as you continued to weaken by the second. “Where are those damn healers!? Damn it all!” he cried, feeling terror rising in his throat.

“P…. Pl…”

“What? What is it S/O?! Please, stay with me!” He leaned down, quieting his shaky breaths for only a moment to hear what you needed.

“P… Please… just hold me…”

Shigure felt tears slipping from his eyes, panic finally setting in. He was shaking, crying, afraid of what would happen to you next. But he knew that he needed to fulfill your request. It could be your last…

“Ok… ok I-I’ve got you, ok?”

And so he held you. He held you until the fire slowly died down with the departure of Surtr. He held you until the moment you started to slip away from the living, watching as your breathing came to a halt.

And he held you one final time as your skin went cold and your eyes grew distant.

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Congratulation for your 200 followers!!!🥳🥳I love your writing so much 🥰. Could I request a short scenario for kid and killer with #13 #22 #49 I'm such a sucker for this two🥴 THANKSSS

Hi!! thank u so much!! To fulfil this request I thought about continuing with a second part from the “I want both” OS. You can read first part here.

Thank u for requesting and being part 💖~

NSFW ~ Part 2 ~ Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both [Threesome]

Kinks:

🌶 #13: Threesome 🌶 #22: Master/Slave 🌶 #49: Blindfolding

TW: NSFW. M/M/F. Kid x Killer action. Explicit. Master/slave dynamics. Blindfolding. Threesome. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Cuckolding. Double penetration. Spanks

CW: 1.1K

Part 1

That night, the first night you three have been together, you thought that was going to be the last. Yet, a few days after, Kid, Killer and you decided to keep up with the “relationship”. Sex has never been better, and you have even been incorporating new kinks each night…

Killer has blindfolded you and left you waiting on Kid’s bed. Red satin sheets under your knees, your naked body awaiting to be devoured.

The sound of the door opening, and a slight ray of light hits the black fabric that covers your face. You are deprived from seeing, so the rest of your senses enhance. You hear the heavy boots of your lovers coming towards you.

The mattress moves when they two hop over it and you slightly lose balance. The warm breath of both men lingers over your neck, and playful hands squeeze both of your breasts. One of them, bites your neck. You squirm and moan softly. Kid’s voice whispers into your ear, “are you ready little slut?”.

You bite your lip as his raspy voice leaves your whole core tingling, “Yes, master”. A pair of lips kiss yours, and then others join. Three lascivious tongues sticking out curl and play with each other, little strings of saliva dripping from your mouths.

You are not allowed to touch unless told otherwise, but multiple hands play with your anatomy. Only gasps, moans and whines can be heard in the room. You don’t see, but you know they are touching each other too.

You can feel hair brushing over your left shoulder, identifying your blond lover, Killer. A single hand squeezes your right breast. And then two mouths start sucking and biting your nipples. You moan soundly, trying to stand still, but you fail miserably. And moving has consequences, your masters have ordered you not to move, and you just disobeyed them.

Killer grabs your hair pulling from it, throwing your head back. “Did I or Kid tell you to move?”. “No, master. I’m sorry”, you excuse yourself. “What happens if you don’t follow our orders, slave?” asks Kid, almost shouting into your ear. “I get punished” ...

You are thrown against the mattress, hitting your nose with it. Killer passes his arms under your pelvis and lifts your butt up. “Maintain yourself like this, and don’t move” he orders. “Yes, master”, you tell him. “I don’t really know if she is able to follow your orders, bro”, says Kid who then places his knee over your head. He pushes your head into the bed, and then, you get spanked, twice. Your ass cheeks burn, you can’t even properly breath. Your nails carve on the silky material of the sheets.

A last spank hits your ass before Killer tells you to stand up. You do it, clumsier because you can’t really see, but mainly because your butt hurts. Once you are on the floor, Kid tells you “Walk, bitch”, and you do as he tells while he grabs your back and guides you into the room. “On your knees”, he orders.

You slowly kneel on the carpet and wait for instructions. You hear Kid’s steps going towards the bed. The sound of zippers going down, and boots falling against the floor prepares you into what’s next. The bed squeaks when two heavy bodies flop on to it.

Lips smacking makes you imagine the image you may have in front of you. A wicked smile is drawn on your lips as you delightfully hear your two lovers make out passionately.

“Take off the fold”, Killer orders you. “Yes, master” you nod and slowly untie the knot on the back of your head. The black silky cloth slowly falls and the image of both men lying in bed, kissing and jerking each other's member welcomes back your eyes into the light. “Stay there, and look until I say so”, says Kid while he keeps stroking Killer’s swollen member.

Your lips softly part, you lick your lips, your mouth is watering. You fight against the need to take your hands to your core. The image of those men masturbating with each other, is making you burn.

After the both of them have successfully played with their members enough, they both look at you and Kid orders you to come crawling. You slither to the foot of the big bed. Their wounded, lean legs hang from bed, and they invite you to suck both of his cocks, moving them with their hands.

You begin with Kid’s tip, you kiss, lick, and suck it, under the intense gaze of your two masters. You then change to Killer’s. And while you delight them with your oral skills, they are back at making out, hot steamy kisses that got you touch-starved.

His bodies get one in front of the other, so you can suck their dicks at the same time and Killer can suck Kid’s nipples. They grunt, and you moan. Your chest goes up and down, your slit dripping wet from the arousal, you need to be pleased.

They stop and Killer calls you, “Y/N, come here, we gonna fuck you”. “Yes master”, you say excitedly and quickly jump to bed. “Spread your legs for me”, he says and attacks your core, sucking your clit while fingers you violently. Kid looks with a grin while jerking off.

Once your blond master is satisfied with your taste, and your hole has been perfectly stretched to fit both of their members, Killer lays his back over the mattress and tells you to sit over his dick. You do as he tells, crawling over, grabbing his dick, and guiding it inside of you. Once you are properly placed, next in making a move is your red haired master. He settles over you in between killer’s and your legs and slowly pushes his sex inside of you. Your walls stretch as you are holding both of them. You purr, and they start to pump synchronously in and out. The rubbing of your walls and their members sent the three of you to heaven.

Kid kisses your lips drowning his moans, and then as you tilt your head to the side he makes out with Killer. The thrusts, how fulfilled you feel, the pressure on your stomach and the smell of their sweaty bodies having you trapped motivates you to reach climax in just a few minutes. You scream their names repeatedly as you let yourself go in the pleasures of a big orgasm. Your lovers keep fucking you, overstimulating your whole body until they reach climax too, bathing your insides with their sweet seed.

Kid collapses over your body, and even if it's difficult for you to take a gasp of air, you just enjoy the pulsating sensation of both of them inside you.

Resting your bodies, returning breathing back to normal, just to get ready for next round. You smile pleased because you wanted both… and now you got them ♥ ~

Could you do 18 with shanks, Rayleigh and Gaban (separate)

Hi!! Of course!. I combined this two requests because has the same # of kink!. Thank you for participating on the event! Enjoy 💖 ~

NSFW ~ HCs Ace, Shanks, Rayleigh & Gaban with his S/O wearing lingerie.

Kinks: 🌶 #18: Lingerie.

Portgas D. Ace.

Ace would fuck you even if you were wearing a burlap sack. He does not really care what you are wearing because he adores your body like you are a type of angel. Yet, he has a soft spot for a certain garter you use. Because it does squeeze your thighs so perfectly to him. Ace adores kissing that little bulge of skin it forms on your inner thighs when you use it. The garter holds your secret weapon. A dagger that can slit open a throat in no time. So, usually you try to hide it during missions or while you are outside the ship. Yet, it is not enough, because Ace will search for it even during fights. Plus, the freckled fire boy has teared a good number of panties while rough fucking with him, so you don’t really spend too much on them. After all, he will probably end up destroying them. ♥ ~

Akagami no Shanks.

This red haired boy LOVES when you use sexy lingerie. He adores that special lace and little bows that garnishes your lingerie sets. Pastel tones such as pink or lilac are his favourites, he says you look like a doll. He likes you wearing them so much that has bought you several sets since you two are together. There is a special thing he asks you to wear that goes perfectly well with lingerie: chokers. All types and colours. He is in love with the aesthetic you have. Little tutu skirts with stockings that stroke your thighs are a plus you sometimes add, and you let him drool over your image. When you surprise this powerful captain on his room only wearing a lingerie set, he tends to turn into a beast, so be careful, you are probably gonna be sore next morning ♥ ~

Silvers Rayleigh.

Oh boy, when you use baby dolls… The dark king has a special soft spot for them. Baby dolls and stockings. Damn. Bonus points if they are sheer or even see through. Colours like black and red are his fave. He is a classy man, Rayleigh would wait for you to even do some type of lap dance wearing those cute sets, and even invite you to sit on his laps while appreciates the lacy details of that bra you two pick on a certain island. He will softly take them off, slowly, subtly, avoiding any damage on them once he wants to admire your naked skin. All in all, for Rayleigh seeing you wear this type of set is a huge turn on, you will end up making love passionately, slow, and hot ♥ ~

Scopper Gaban.

Gaban has no preference in specific lingerie pieces, yet he burns on desire if you happen to wear one, maybe for special dates or occasionally with a lap dance included. But if he has to pick a type, he will tell you his favourite lingerie is not lingerie at all. He loves your naked body and adores to lay in bed burying his fingers on your warm skin. Because he loves the idea of no lingerie at all, sometimes you choose not to wear any if you go somewhere. And whenever he is not expecting it, you whisper into his ear “babe, I forgot to put on underwear”. He would take his sunglasses off and look at you with a perverse smile. Sometimes he would wait until you too arrive home, sometimes he just simply can’t, and no matter where, he will take you right there ♥ ~

— “FIX UP, TAKE CARE.” + IZUKU MIDORIYA.

author’s note(s): hey besties, ive had this on the brain for a little bit and since we awn midoriya brain rot i thought why not? please enjoy ily

warning(s): smut, MDNI 18+, car sex, tummy bulges, breeding!kink, slight pregnancy!kink, milf fucking and mechanic!izuku, fem!reader.

mechanic!izuku fixes up your car real nice when you break down on the freeway— it’s the least he could do for a pretty thing such as yourself. he asks you a few things, a lot of things, as he works on whats under the hood— tinkering away while you scrape together the last of your cash to pay him.

you’re a teacher, you’ve got kids, newly divorced and were on the way home from grocery shopping so late at night— oh you poor pretty thing.

“‘m sorry,” you say defeated, tears written across galaxy eyes as you hold such a little amount of cash out to him and fuck if your pouty little face doesn’t make deku’s heart ache and his cock twitch between baggy, greasy denim. “this is all i have on me at the moment, i wish there was a better way to repay you.” emerald eyes can’t help but fall to the way you bite your lower lip, twitching with nervousness and rubbing your thighs together to seek warmth in the cold night air.

when deku looks up, only a few crystalline tears have landed on your baby fat cheeks and only then does he realise he’s fucked. that he’s realised how much he wants to make you cry. “don’t worry about it babydoll, i can think of a few ways we can cover it, whaddya say?” he hums, closing in on you like a fox on a lamb, his large hand brushing over your cheek with oil slicked hands, sweetly. and then you give him that gorgeous fucking smile and that’s how he knows he’s got to ruin you for everyone else.

so now you’re pressed up against back seat of your own car, dress flipped up over fleshy thighs thats spread as wide as they can go while izuku pounds into your cunt like nobody’s business. you’re so fucking tight, squeezing the dear life out of his sticky cock, so much so that it makes a lewd, dirty squelching sound every time his hips pull back from between your legs. “gee baby, the way you’re suckin me in, how long’s it been since you got fucked open like this?” midoriya coos, the hand he uses to steady himself on your (now steamy) car window coming down to brush the tears from your lashes, “has nobody been takin’ care of you baby? you’re such a good mommy, must be lookin’ our for so many people...someone outta look after you too right?”

your eyes gloss over at the pattern of his thrusts, in and out, in and out— prodding at your g-spot and cockhead dragging along your silky gummy walls. and then you’re gasping out for air when he pushes your legs up over your shoulders in the cramped space of your car, dick hitting deeper and jus brushing your cervix— so good, just like that.

“y-yes,” babbling lazily, you look to izuku with needy crossed eyes and a tongue that flops out against your puffy strawberry lips. “need s’mone to take care of me— wanna be looked af’ta,”

fuck, aren’t you the cutest little thing ever. his brain is fuzzy, not a thought in his head except for breeding you like you deserve, brain becoming murky as you moan and whimper and cry out for the mechanic like a prayer. izuku’s weighty cock aches inside of you, pressing up against all your sensitive spots while he eases it further into you— if you weren’t so tight he wouldn’t have to pull out so much , but your pretty little cunt is just crying to be stretched open, juices making a sloppy mess of his balls heavy with cum.

your back arches prettily for him, hips lifting off the seats and leaving a dark patch from where your syrupy pussy has stained the leather. the sight makes izuku’s breath hitch, fingers dropping between your bodies to draw smooth circles over your clit— getting you to leak more for him. “you want me to take care of you babydoll?” deku pants, eyes rolling from the feeling of your gooey slit beneath the pass of his fingers. you clamp down as he explores you, sensitive from the new touch and if his self control weren’t any better, he would have emptied inside you right then and there. “how ‘bout i breed this sweet hole of yours, make you a mommy— oh fuck, get you all pregnant ‘n look after you... fix your car, buy your groceries, you’d never have to worry about an’otha thing ever again baby,”

his words are broken up by harsh thrusts into your fluttering heat— he’s so close, you are too, dumbly drinking up everything he says. you plead for the life izuku conjured up in the middle of his sex haze and dig your nails deep into his freckled shoulders. who was he to ruin that dream for you? you were so touch starved and needy, you’d have to call him a villain for not pumping you full of his seed.

“i want it,” you simper, eyes screwing shut as tears sting down your cheeks and ruin your simple makeup. you’re so gorgeous when you’re ruined, a sweet little mommy begging for the basics. “give it to me,”

“yeah, don’chu worry little thing, ‘m gonna give it to you, all of it,” izuku thumbs over your stretch marks, the faded scars on your lower tummy while his cock bulges inside of you— evidence of your labour to bring children into the world. it’s the thought of you being swollen with his own kids that tips him over, warmth spilling into your welcoming walls as his cock pulses with release. you follow with a shout, creaming so much that you force his dick out of your wetness— twitching and drooling so bad you don’t even realise.

a mop of green hair falls lip at your neck, deku pushing his length through your slick folds, head prodding at your clit to draw out your high as you black at out— sticky sounds mingling with your pants and heaves. “that’s it sweet girl, look so good cummin’ on this cock, did so good for me,” he praises you, pressing kisses to your tear stained cheeks and neck.

you whisper little thank you’s as deku pulls out and cleans you up nice enough to send you back to your kids, his heart aches at your pained whimper when your bodies part but it gives him time to admire your raw, leaky cunt as he does. you thank him again when he tells you how to keep your car running properly. you’re so precious, hiding your face from him when you’re standing outside the vehicle again, as if you weren’t begging to be bred inside of it while it shook from the sex.

“come down to my shop, whenever you need this thing fixed, kay?” deku hums, using a forefinger to tilt your head up to his. “or whenever you need someone to take care of you, i’d love to take you on a date sometime.”

your body flushes with heat and you nod eagerly, scribbling your number down fast and telling the mechanic to call you after eight pm, the kids will be asleep by then. izuku parts from you with a sloppy slot of his mouth against yours, he promises to call— he wouldn’t mind fixing up ‘n taking care of a sweet thing like you.

He’s so hot 😻

“Tell me everything!”

Wanted to make a cute comic of Jas and Hale~

She doesn’t understand children lol.

PART TWO

PART THREE

edit: added page numbers because the format is confusing lol

URGENT: a short smut bbrae fic

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ❝𝗨𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑:1/5

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙮, 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

"Use your tongue."

That was how she wanted him. She wanted his face in between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide open, his body angling into her heat.

Raven has on a thin tee, but the lower half of her body is at his disposal. Her nipples swell through the fabric of her shirt, sweat begins to rise on her skin.

He peppers kisses on her inner thighs, moves his lips down to the inside of her knees. He softly nips at some of her fragile flesh, tinting his palette of burgundy and sinful violet onto her alabaster.

Raven inhales as he nears her entrance.

His eyes are hungry. Black against the heavy sensation of lust. He's the predator, she's the prey, but they are both trapped by each other's desires. He nearly salivates at the sight of her cavern. Damp flesh, shell-pink lips, the pre-wetness impatiently dripped down the apex of her thighs.

"Beautiful. Everything's beautiful about you, you know that, right?" he glances up at her.

The moonlight contrasts her light skin, her amethyst hair and eyes blend in with the duskiness.

"Yes, I do."

"It took you a while to realize that. Years. But, even when you're aware of that, I can't help but tell you."

She's a goddess, even though realistically, she originated from hell. He worshipped his embodiment of beauty, power, strength, courage, and goodness. This was not the first time he has knelt in front of her throne, and eaten her fruit. The more he did it, was the more appetizing she tasted, and the more she felt, the more she loved.

His nails sink into her hips gently, then he starts. He lets his warm air play over her. He smells her eager warmth, it was almost like he was a thermometer, and she was a fever. His tongue slits neatly through her labias, grazing across a channel of nerves. Raven sighs, coiling her slender fingers in his lush hair.

One lick, and he's hooked. Similar to the feeling of eating a bag of chips, and clinging to the sensation until you finish.

He eases back a bit, exhales.

Before Raven poses the question he speaks.

"You're in for a rough one, Rae. But, a good one." a borderline growl resonates in his voice.

There goes that look in his eyes again. Nothing is going to deter him, and she is his only focus.

"Are you ready, princess?" he consents.

"I am." is her ready reply.

He pulls up her hips, and goes in again. His tongue situates between her inner lips. He gives exasperatingly draw-out strokes. His sucks on the flesh, nips at it, kisses it, growls into it, tells it his darkest wishes.

Slowly. He drinks in her flavor, allows her scent to settle into his soul. Raven squirms, the fist in his hair tightens. He steadily pushes his tongue in, watching her face crinkle in passion.

Raven moans.

She was his downfall, she always was. Any one sound, or hint of body language set him off instantly. Beastboy always had some sort of grip on his beastial instincts, but when it came to her, and her only... nothing could save the both of them.

He goes in pushing his tongue centimeters deep. His tongue paints colors of pleasure and delight into the canvas no one else has touched. His tip slips against the growing slick of her walls. She contracts, whimpers, then grinds her hips into his mouth.

"Riding my face while I eat you out? Huh, babygirl? You know that drives me crazy."

He roughly (but affectionately) tugs her hips closer to his mouth.

Beastboy puts his beast into it. He is never disappointed, he is always satisfied by her flavor. Even so, he still remained insatiable.

He could eat her out for days on end without once complaining or tiring.

"Eat it out, baby." Raven begs, her demonic cravings are crushing her central nervous system.

She's honeyed glaze with a little zestful tang. A taste with balance and a lasting effect.

Due to his enhanced sensory levels, smells, tastes, and anything else concerning the senses sticked to Beastboy for a while. Especially Raven.

Raven swallows a noise, then wriggles her hips away from his mouth.

"Don't move. You're gonna handle it, Rae. I know you can." her sex is deeper into his mouth, and he is deeper in her.

Another muffled noise trembles inside of her throat. His ears are decorated in her noises of content. She husks the most nasty filth he's ever heard. He secretly admires that she chooses her hellish demeanor over her ceremonious, Azarathian one when they had sex.

He glances at her, realizing her eyes were closed against the force of lust. Eye contact was one of his favorites during sex to begin with.

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

They get a hold of eye contact, then Raven breaks again. She arches into him, feeling him hit every point he needed to.

"Say my name." he commands.

Raven huffs, disobeying his order. She disliked being vulnerable, even sexually. To her luck, that never worked with her partner. He always got everything out of them both.

"Say it." he knows her spots and ruins them.

She holds in a moan, her legs quiver. Her pupils dilate, her blood pressure rises, and her muscles tense.

"Are you holding back, Rae? Don't do that, you know that you're safe with me."

He goes in harder, faster, with more strength, and more love. His tongue flicks over her sore bud, his mouth eats with the intent to leave nothing behind.

"Gar!" her scream was bone chilling, even to Beastboy, who's heard it plenty of times.

"There you go. Look how good you did." he exhales deeply, absorbing her white silk.

He finishes, goes back up to her face.

"You're sore?" he asks tenderly.

"Mhm." Raven nods with a smirk.

"Good, that means I did my job well."

His basil thumb glissades down the side of her mouth, pulling down the bottom lip.

"Open your mouth for me, pretty girl." Beastboy orders.

She grants his request, parting open her lips. He lets his spit drop slowly into her mouth, a clear string dangling in between both of their mouths. He then shoots a small load into her mouth, then closes her lips.

"Swallow. All of it."

She gulps down with a pleased smile.

"Jeez, Rae." his mind was never able to fathom the existence of this girl.

He always wondered how could she dare to be present in the same time as him.

"You know what,"

"On all fours, now."

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hiyaa. thank you for reading part one of urgent. i hope you all enjoyed. i will post the other parts soon💜✨💚 this story is also available on my ao3 & ff.net @bbraeism. take care💗

there is no breakup if I don’t let u leave ;)

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