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aratakiis · 9 months

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⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). power bottom!gepard. very vanilla. mutual pining. romantic tension. fluffy ending. fluffy in general. touch-starved!gepard. p in v.

⋆ pairings: gepard landau x gn!reader. NOT SAFE FOR MINORS.

⋆ word count: 1.6k

⋆ notes: no power dynamics. reader is gender neutral with female anatomy. everything is fluffy and consensual :)

gepard was everything you had to be.

he was the embodiment of the preservation, the one thing your little planet prides itself on. he was patient, yet perfectly offensive, and knew how to defend himself when it came to. he was so easy to admire. his strength, his fortitude, his intellect, his subtle charisma. the way his hair was styled, and how slick with sweat it would get after a harsh battle. his charming smile, and those perfect blue eyes.

you looked up to gepard. definitely only admired him. admiration in your gaze as he spoke to you. your heart fluttered every time he looked you in the eyes. when he would come by. your body would tense up, your mind would freeze, he had the same effect on you as the bitter frost of your planet's terrain. he was undeniably handsome, but you could never tell him such.

he noticed, however. someone as perceptive as gepard wouldn't have glossed over how nervous and jittery you were, even in the comfortable warmth of a geomarrow heater. he noticed how your stare burned into the back of his neck, how warm his body got around you. he noticed every single detail. every little thing, like how your voice would crack or falter every time he held eye contact with you. he noticed how you'd gawk a bit too long at his sweaty form, admiring his muscle and features carved into a tense, determined visage.

he was just as nervous, just as shy, as you were.

he, too, would stare at you. your form, your body, and every mark and detail that was painted delicately into their respective places. he picked up on how you would try to be a little more like him, and how determined you were to be better, to prove you earned your rank as an officer. he would often think about fixing your clothing, adjusting your uniform, and smiling at you the whole time just to catch a glimpse of your precious face. oh, how he wanted to cup your cheek and kiss you. only in his dreams.

then again, you two were alone in your little office, right here, right now.

"are you okay?" gepard turned to look at you, your nose buried in paperwork.

"yeah, i'm good, why?" you looked up at him, his cheeks pink and his look tender.

he moved in closer to you, pretending to look for discrepancies in your work. this moment here is his only chance. as if to critique you, he tilted his head to look you in the eye. he gave you that sweet smile. dammit.

you felt gepard's hand move to your cheek gently, his blue eyes warm with adoration. he went in and planted his lips on yours for what felt like ages. ages that you could stay there, kissing him back, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours. ages that you could bask in the warmth of his kiss. ages much longer than how long you've waited for this moment with him.

you'd be the first to pull back for air, his hand still placed on your cheek. he still had that warm smile plastered onto his face, going in slowly for another kiss. you met his lips with passion, rather than understanding and kindness. you threaded your fingers into his hair as he made a noise.

he made a noise.

and it kind of sounded like, "mmmph..." when you kissed him deeply. his hand moved to your waist as you grew closer to him, practically crawling into his lap. he placed the other hand on the opposite side of your waist, allowing you to kiss him lustfully like this. he enjoyed this more than he thought he would, but he's never done anything quite like this. he thumbed your sides, letting your tongues meet. you whined, grabbing his jawline and letting your fingers work in his blonde hair. he made sure to be extra cautious as he sat up, pulling you into his warm lap.

"gepard..." you panted, pulling away again. his face was flushed and his lips were wet with saliva as he heaved.

"yes, dear?" he smiled weakly at you.

"do you want to keep going? ...with this?" you looked at your position on his lap, you were straddled on top of him.

he nodded and sat up some more, relaxing his muscles, his hands moving to your hips. "yes, that's okay with me."

he was always so direct when he spoke to you. you felt him guide your hips along his lap gently, moving them back and forth, friction building between you two as he blushed and looked away, embarrassed.

your fingers continued to play in his hair as you drank in all of his little noises. he loved the way your hands felt in his hair. his hands stopped guiding you as you worked into a rhythm, speeding up for the sake of you both.

"can we... ah... could we, um," gepard's voice became small, faltering as he stammered over his words and his little whimpers. you already knew what he meant.

you stopped grinding against him as he slipped his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, shuddering with anticipation as he freed himself.

to say it was pretty was an understatement. he had a perfect tip, and he was fully erect. he watched nervously as you stared at the sheer size of his cock. you weren't doing anything and it was making him worried.

"are you... are you okay? is something wrong?" he croaked weakly, his head back, eyes focused on you as you continued gawking.

"no, no, everything... is good, it's okay. i'm alright, geppie."

gepard let out a lewd mewl from the back of his throat. he was glad to know you were okay, but calling him by his nickname turned him on in a way he wasn't aware of before.

you slipped off your undergarments, and your bottoms, straddling him again, tip lined up against your slick cunny. "you ready?"

gepard nodded, staring you deeply in the eyes as your hands were latched onto his strong, broad shoulders for purchase. he could feel your warmth grow closer as you moved your hips down. gepard's hands were by his sides now, gripping the fabric of his pants eagerly as he bit his lip raw.

you felt his tip slide in. the thickest part of his cock pushed inside you as he groaned with pleasure laced in his weak voice. he'd never done this before. hes had his fair share of kisses, but doing this is something he's never experienced. he's so glad it's you. gepard bit his lip harder as you sunk deeper onto his cock. your nails dug into the clothes on his shoulders, but he yearned for more. he placed your hands where they could lift off and remove the heavy material of the clothes he wore on his chest. you lifted off as much as you could, your body moving upwards with the clothes. his bare chest was revealed to you, his muscles perfectly toned. it made your body hotter as your mind grew more desperate and foggy.

you sunk back down, he was almost all the way in, and it made your pussy leak. he moaned loudly as you took as much of his length as you could, begging you under his breath for more of your touch as your hands moved back to his shoulders. gepard placed his hands on your hips, gently bouncing you up and down on his cock, writhing underneath you. his breathing became more heavy as his moans filled the air, he was whimpering more than you were. his hips moved on their own accord as his grip went underneath your shirt and to your chest.

"oh, oh, oh, f-fuck..." gepard was losing his composure as he continued to fuck into you. you moaned praises into his ear as he did so, whining for more. his hair was becoming slick with sweat at his hairline, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes screwed shut. he lost himself inside you, moaning in your ear loudly, his thumb now on your clit, and the other hand on your hip. gepard roughly moved you up and down on his cock erratically, damn-near screaming out your name strung along with praises and occasional curses.

at this point, you were too cock-drunk to even care how loud you were. your hands were in his hair as he fucked into you like a toy. his cock moved within you as if he's thought of this one too many times, churning your guts, and bringing you close to your orgasm. his thumb worked at your sensitive clit, your hips stuttering with every flick and rub. gepard threw his head back, moaning out your name loudly, thrusting as deep as he possibly could inside you a couple of times, rubbing up against your g-spot unintentionally. he looked up at you, his lip wet and raw, his face blown out with pleasure.

"oh, oh, i'm really close, and i'm... i'm gonna make you- nghh... -cum. i'mgonnamakeyoucum, 'kay? i'mgonna..." he whimpered before stroking your clit one last time as you made your climax audibly obvious. you rocked your hips against him as he came, the warmth of your pussy satisfying his desires. you were just so tight around him that he couldn't even pull out. he felt your fingers run through his sweat-soaked blonde hair again as he came down from his orgasm, realizing he pumped you full of his thick cum.

"dear... i- uh..." you promptly shushed him, purring against his now warm skin, petting him and fingering his hair. he smiled as he sat with you, not a care in the world, feeling a burden lifted off him.

"what are we now, geppie?"

"if you're up to it, i will take you out tomorrow night and we can figure it out from there."

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aratakiis · 10 months

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why has there been a resurgence of likes for my leon content is he popular again

#champion leon #leon pokemon #pokemon leon #rambles.exe

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aratakiis · 11 months

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idk anything about him

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman 2099 #my new blorbo i wuv him #reblog.pdf #art #i rly like this art its so chewy /pos

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aratakiis · 11 months

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⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). alcohol use/mention, kissing, grinding, masturbation (male), semi-somnophilia, NO DUBCON/NONCON.

⋆ pairings: miguel o'hara x gn!reader. NOT SAFE FOR MINORS.

⋆ word count: 1.9k

MIGUEL taking good care of you in your drunken stupor, your eyes glassy and thinking hazy from alcohol. you cling to him, resting your head on his chest or hugging his arm closely, perhaps getting too touchy. miguel pretends not to care, acting as if he hates the way you get stuck to him. miguel, who pretends to be impartial to you, smiles slightly whenever he feels you closer, cheeks becoming rosy and hot.

he can't help but break his scowl when you give him so much attention.

by the end of the night it was safe to say you were "black-out drunk." miguel was concerned. everyone was leaving to continue their nightly lives or going home, but he was worried most about you. you still stuck to him, slurring your words, and grinning at him any chance you could get.

if he let you leave, there was a chance you could end up in trouble. he couldn't have that happen to you.

if you were alone, in the night, inebriated and vulnerable, you could have been met with danger. there was not a chance in the slightest miguel would allow that.

he took you home with him.

in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun still hid and the moon was shining, he entrusted himself with the duty of keeping you safe, aiding you until he knew you were okay.

miguel reluctantly abandoned his duties, keeping you on his arm as the walked you to his home. he kept a watchful eye on you, picking you up if you stumbled, letting you lean and perch on his shoulders. you'd look up at him with a twinkle of nightlife in your eyes, instantaneously making his heart stutter.

cautiously, he unlocked the door to his humble apartment. he helped you in, immediately walking you over to his bed. there could be no way he risks you getting injured or breaking something. you smiled widely again, alcohol buzzing in your mind, running through your veins.

"you might as well be comfortable if you stay here," he thought to himself. he rummaged through his barren closet for clothes that would fit you best, finding the right shirt and sweatpants for your giggly, hiccupy self.

gingerly making his way to you, he stood over you, clothes in his clutch.

"miggy?" you slurred over his name in a way that nearly intoxicated him, too.

he never allowed you to call him that, "yes?"

"wha-what're you doin' ?" you giggled at him, he looked somewhat constrained.

the drunken sparkle of vibrant city light returned, shining in your irises as he stared down at you in stagnantly blissful silence. you continued smiling at him as he grew more nervous.

"you'll be alright, okay?" he exhaled.

" 'kay, miggy."

he moved in slowly, checking your receptiveness to his touch. you simply admired him, watching his muscles flex as he modestly, but carefully, undressed you. miguel barely had a grip on himself, his face strained as he controlled himself from kissing you.

you sat gently, nearly bare as he removed what he would consider "uncomfortable" to himself. you were in only your underwear, gazing up at him, still grinning largely.

"is... something wrong?" miguel whispered, meeting your eyes again.

"no," you replied, your voice enraptured him. "nothin' 's wrong, miguel."

for a few more moments, he lingered above you, staring in one-sided awkward silence, his brows furrowed and he looked ashamedly to the side. his lips looked so pouty. an exciting tension grew in you as you watched him, his thoughts conflicting in his mind. the scent of heavy alcohol hung in the air, guiding him towards impulse.

miguel bent to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. you were warm to his touch, slightly leaning into his palm. he gazed at you, his stare misty and his brain foggy. he softly met your lips, slowly moving his hand from your shoulder to cup your cheek. his lips were inviting, and your breath was hot as you kissed him.

he pulled away quickly, silence thickening the air. the tension suffocated you and him both.

you stared at the plump of his lips, enamored by the moment you both shared as he slid his shirt over your body.

he wanted more than to kiss you once.

miguel swallowed a shallow lump of anxiety down his throat. he couldn't risk this. you were most vulnerable like this. you were helpless with the way you giggled or stared, and how you held onto him, or the way you slurred your words to the point where they got miguel high.

he helped you ease on his spare sweatpants silently, tightness brewing in his chest as his entire body grew hot and clammy.

"can you... do that again?" you asked as he turned away. he felt his face flush at your request.

he met your words with familiar silence.

miguel's damp hands met his clothing as he slipped into the shadows of his bathroom to put them on. he attempted to ignore you, ignore his kiss, ignore his feelings.

truthfully, he had felt that way for a while now, and in the moment that had felt like the perfect time to kiss you-- but what if it simply wasn't?

he crawled into his bed with you, you had already tucked yourself into his comforter, his bed surprisingly warm for someone who seemed so cold and distant.

"i never expected your bed to be so...," you kneaded the thick blanket with your hands, "cozy."

"really?" he had turned to face you.

"yeah. i mean, you're just a really cold guy t'me, i guess." the drinks from earlier had started to wear off a bit.

"are you stereotyping me?" he had joked, "are you saying i can't have a comfortable bed because i'm mean sometimes?"

"well, you always came off as the type to be like, 'oh well, i said something weird today, now i have to sleep on the floor!' or like, 'my cold hard mattress!' as a punishment. some masochistic kinda stuff." you remarked.

"wow, okay." he chuckled. the moonlight from his window beamed on his face, giving you the faintest, buzziest view of his softened face. he tucked his other arm underneath the pillow to support his head. you stared at the locks of thick brown hair in his face, brushing them to the side as silence slinked its way back between you two.

his other hand went to cup your cheek again, drawing you in for the other kiss you had asked for.

you stirred closer to him, moving your arms to wrap around his neck and shoulders, meeting his warm lips with passion and heat, partially from your semi-drunken state.

of course, there was mutual feelings neither of you had decided to acknowledge until tonight, where you rested in his arms as he kissed you deeply, his tongue eventually meeting yours, lips melting together in a concoction of desire, alcohol, and irrational decisions.

he softly moaned as his hand crept up to the back of your head, moving you in closer as his hips had started to move against yours. you drew in a breath of air with a gentle gasp, copying his rhythm with your hips.

"is that a good enough kiss for you?" miguel pulled away gently, his hand resting on your cheek as you both laid on your side, facing eachother.

"no," you giggled, "i want more."

"well, what i think is good enough for you is some sleep," he shot back at you. "you're delirious."

"what about you?" you asked, pouting.

"you can hold onto me, if you'd like." he shifted to lay on his back.

as you moved along with him to lay on his chest, he stared at your sleeping figure. you instantaneously passed out on him. he watched for for a couple moments, the heat and passion of the kiss refusing to leave his mind and body alone.

he made sure you were asleep before he went through with himself. you sure as hell wouldn't know what he did in the morning.

miguel's hand lazily made its way down to the seam of his pants as he lay, he was damn near swimming in his anxiety yet afloat in ecstasy. he couldn't peel his gaze away from you as he shakily breathed, he knew it was wrong.

he palmed himself gently for a couple of minutes, the fat of his lip wet with saliva, occasionally being drawn back by his inhumanly sharp teeth. something about this entire situation made him want to get off. he knew he couldn't take you, at least right now. you looked so gentle, so peaceful, so cute dozing off on his big broad chest.

miguel took himself in his hand, stroking slowly to avoid waking you. every so often his breath hitched as he watched you, you'd wriggle around, pulling his hand away from the heat between his legs. he finally gave into what he wanted, just a little bit. it felt so much better with you.

he ran his thumb on the slit, fingers wrapped tightly around himself. miguel's body tingled with desire, his eyes focused so insistently on you, he reveled in the feeling of your hand on his chest, the persistent burning feeling of your sweet lips on his, he could still hear your soft whispers and your boisterous, tipsy laughter ringing in his ears.

miguel's hand picked up the pace as he slipped the waistband of his pants down to his upper thighs. he threw his head back onto his pillow, ashamedly watching you adjust again. he only took one glance at you in your underwear, yet the image couldn't leave his mind. you stayed there, burned into his memory, your bare body a mantra to him.

you nuzzled deeper into his chest, sighing softly. he instinctively wrapped put his other arm around you, bringing you closer to the warmth of his body. "you're good, baby." he half-moaned, half-cooed. he pressed a kiss to your forehead as he started jerking faster, his breathing growing less steady and more ragged.

he felt you sigh on his neck, the contented noise you made sent him right over the edge. miguel silently held you as close as possible without crushing you. even if you were awake, you wouldn't know what's happening. you'd be too drunk to tell he was cumming in his hand just thinking about how you look and how you feel. he let out a hearty groan, mumbling curses under his breath as he looked over at you-- still peaceful and quiet.

the wave of pleasure ebbed through as more guilt washed over him. yet, you looked so good like this. soundly asleep, every bit of stress washed away. you were safe here.

he smiled, lazily wiping his hand on a spare tissue he had close by.

you really were clueless, you wouldn't suspect a thing by the morning.

--you proved him right.

"shit, miguel, what the hell happened?" you croaked vulgarly.

he gazed at you and gave you a rare smirk, he was thoroughly amused as you sat on his couch, awaiting breakfast for the both of you. "not too much, although i believed you weren't too sober to take yourself home. don't let this happen again."

he chuckled to himself, remembering your glassy, drunken gaze. he adored the way you looked at him, he didn't want you to let your guard down only when you were drunk.

he wanted you like this sober.

#for my miguel lovers over here #reblog.pdf #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #fics

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aratakiis · 1 year

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prologue and chapter one of cause and loyalty posted on ao3 give it some love if youd like (it will eventually be posted or logged somewhere here on tumblr)

view chapter one here– “underbelly I”

#by me again #saints row #saints row fic #self reblog #reblog #reblog.pdf

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aratakiis · 1 year

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OBEY ME!— how do they kiss you? demon bros./reader. fluff.

synopsis; uhh i forgot and the tags too....

warnings; none

tags; just kissies

extra; i honestly just wrote this all down and disregarded my new theme tbh 😭 from mikodotcom era

lucifer— romantically.

lucifer kisses you romantically. he cups your face and pecks your lips. lucifer gives romantic soft kisses that leave you winded and asking for more. he gives you the most intimate and caring kisses, for the human he will always love most. he holds you close or gently grabs your chin and plants his lips onto yours. lucifer rubs circles with his hand on your back, spending his most tender moments with you. he kisses you teasingly whenever you take his reading glasses, or graze his ashen wings.

mammon— quickly.

it's no surprise that mammon harbors a massive crush on you, and whenever he kisses you, he pulls away in an instant. your first kiss and your most recent kiss are very similar to that nature. mammon and you lock lips, he then pulls away and wipes them with his sleeve. his palms get sweaty, and he's partially flushed. his body grows hotter with every kiss you give him, whether they'd be playful and teasing, or yearning for something more. you'll always be his first. mammon's everything.

leviathan— longingly.

leviathan craves touch, and takes whatever you may give him. levi wanted to make sure your first kiss with him was perfect. perfect scenery, mutual pining, and a long, sweet kiss. he often grabs and holds your hand wherever you two are. perhaps his eyes dwell on you two long, or his gentle gesture was a bit drawn out. those awkward moments are entirely accidental, but it's only because he adores you. he only does it to tease you, but he even talks about his "ruri-chan" to get you jealous and kiss him.

satan— creatively.

satan's whole gimmick is books— he gets many of his ideas from his reading. he reads light novels and romance books, from front to back, finding new and exciting ways to steal a kiss from you. satan's favorite kiss you two shared was from "human media," suggesting that you two recreate the kiss scene between peter parker and mary jane. it took many tries, but each time was no less amusing. love with satan isn't always as stagnant as it may seem at first.

asmodeus— lustfully.

as the avatar of lust himself, there is no other way to kiss the love of his life. every single one of his kisses are nearly intoxicating. asmo loves kissing you anywhere they can, no inch of skin will be left neglected. his lover will always be kissed in no chaste way. his kisses are to tease you and get you to kiss him back. he kisses you and always wants to go further with you, as if they have no shame.

beelzebub— carefully.

beel is a big guy. like, really big. he always makes sure you're comfortable and safe before he kisses you, and he always places his hand on your cheek. he lets you know he loves you indirectly— and it's not because he's ashamed to admit it, he's not used to saying "i love you." he's gentle with you, he couldn't ever let you get hurt, and when you're a bit tender or sad, he takes your hand and puts it on his chest and he kisses you as many times as you need, a little smile growing on his lips.

belphegor— lazily.

sleepy kisses are belphie's favorite kind of kisses. he always spoons you and puts his lips on yours with minimal effort. he hums every time you kiss him back, and he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder or his bedding with a smile. he adores when you dote on his puffy and baggy eyes, or even how slowly he moves. belphie is delicate at nature, and he appreciates how understanding you can be, so he plants his lips onto yours every time you snake your way into his arms.

#i wrote this #🛀🛀🛀🛀🛀

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aratakiis · 2 years

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Harness 😏💜

#reblog.pdf #you follow this blog? i torment you with johnny here too :)#you follow both blogs? more johnny <3 #my man!!! my love!!!!#johnny gat #saints row

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aratakiis · 2 years

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Do not blame me for who I am. The doctor prescribed me 20 mL of #itto twice a day.

#reblog.pdf

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aratakiis · 2 years

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reminder to follow my new account lol @mikodotcom

ty for all the interaction on both accounts, love u all

#reblog.pdf

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aratakiis · 2 years

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MENTOR. — li ling. afab!esper!reader/li ling. smut.

warnings; unprotected sex, creampie, minimal degradation. not proofread!!

synopsis; as li ling's mentor, you've always found him somewhat obnoxious, even if he was pretty attractive. ever since he's started teasing you, especially during your missions, he might just consider to taking it to the next level.

tags; @svgarslut <3

• “although he was too stubborn to admit it, having... a mentor in his life meant a lot to him.”

li ling's little mentor, you were. that's what everyone knew you as, and not by your name. mentoring li came with a lot of responsibilities. li ling was no less of an arrogant moron, prioritizing everything he shouldn't be, cocking his head and flashing smile to ladies, more or less worried about inflating his ego.

you took care of making the boy stronger, or much less of a fool; training with him and informing the esper union about his progress.

however, not even you could ignore his abs and his chest, and his stupid, conceited smirk. li's arms would nearly flex whenever he folded them. he crossed his arms a lot, especially when he schemed or thought of something.

his favorite cutie-pie esper couldn't ignore his charm and good looks, he considered it flattering. he liked it, and as time went by, he grew more aroused by it, too. soon enough, you would find li pushing you into corners and backing you up into walls behind you to tease you. li would give you a look for a couple of seconds, watch you get flustered, pull away, and then smirk.

it was agitating- how much he messed with you. li loved it though, seeing you get all nervous over something so little, the way you would react made him feel a new kind of way. the cliché "butterflies-in-my-stomach" way. maybe even a little bit "deeper" than that.

this feeling- it spread to his face, and it brewed in his chest. a big warm heat that made him all nervous behind his handsome persona, li's heart racing. his palms would get a little sweaty, and his cheeks were redder than normal. the warmth, it went down into his pants. it made him want you. it made instinct go wild.

especially right now.

you glared at him. you thought you looked fierce, but to him, it's adorable. you're just about as intimidating as a cute, little puppy. fuck, does it make him want to lose control. he watched you move your arms, and you cupped his face, li still caging you in. the boy watched you take a deep breath and exhale, barely processing the kiss that you had just planted on his lips.

fuck- so soft. too soft. he's gotta keep you here. that feeling again, it buzzes in the back of his mind, and his hands get all sweaty again. he can feel it in his pants, like, a lot right now. no, no, don't let go of him!

his sculpted arms move from the wall, pulling you close to him, both arms wrapped around your waist. he pressed his lips onto yours harshly. the boy barely has any kissing experience, and his tongue is prodding at your mouth for an entrance.

you let your hands gently move from his face to his neck, which you held. you could hear li softly groan as you let his tongue in, his lips taking friction from yours. his mouth on yours was an intoxicating feeling, his skin was tough as leather and covered in scars, but he was awfully gentle with you, only pulling away for more oxygen, making-out with you for lord knows how long.

he began feeling you up from the backside, heat flaring on his cheeks, and his pants felt a little tighter than usual; maybe even hotter. he groped your ass, pulling away from your lips and lustfully looking at you before he attached himself to your neck, working hickies onto it. you could feel his rough, calloused hands make their way to the bare skin of your ass, palming it gently.

“you feel very pretty here. i wonder where else i can touch.” li whispered, his breath tickled your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. warmth pooled in your gut as he felt you. his hands slid up to your hips every once in a while to grip them. “mostly ‘cause i wanna make those pretty spots of yours all mine to see.”

his hips thrust forward, lifting one of your legs up onto his waist as he ground his hips into yours. li could feel you bury your face into his neck, nibbling a little and kissing where you teased the skin. li tore at your pants, pulling them down slowly, grinding his hips into yours with a rhythm.

“don't you worry now, babe, it's gonna be all good, you hear?” the rasp of his voice made you whine. li sighed with content, nudging at your undergarments. “i'm gonna make you feel so good.”

he dropped your soaked underwear down to the ground with your pants, the cold air tingling your warm skin. li did not hesitate to pull his cock free from his pants either, the pink baggy pants sagging around his waist. you could feel his tip slap your clit, dragging itself along your folds to collect your wetness. he kissed you every so often, barely able to collect his thoughts as he pressed himself towards your slit.

“hold your breath for me, you got it?” he hummed, watching you greedily take a breath of air and flinch as he put a hand on your hip, pushing himself into your warm cunt.

“oh, fuck.” the boy's hips snapped suddenly, and very harshly, stealing the air from your lungs. li covered your mouth as you let out a cry, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth.

he was just so warm, and his gaze was fixated on you. your pretty little pussy felt so good, the heat in his gut made him nearly nauseous. you watched gingerly, li ling's hips dragging out slowly, and spasming back into you, he covered your mouth every time you yelped. “i'm gonna fuck you good, but- shh, shh, shht! -you'll have to be quiet!”

you nodded blearily, tears forming in your eyes as his cock went deeper, his hips pressed all the way against yours. “god, your cunt wants me bad. do you think about me like this? i bet you do, you- you slut.”

you sobbed and nodded, he had no doubt about it that you thought of him lewdly. ling watched your cunt take the "beating" his cock was giving to you, your pussy gushing and squeezing him- it drove him crazy.

your mind blurred, and so did your vision. you could only focus on li, and how thick his cock felt inside of you. your lip was bitten raw, and it started to bleed. li would lean down to kiss you, taking you by surprise whenever he pulled you even closer to him, his thrusts feeling even harder.

both of you were close to climax, sweaty and high. his cheeks were flushed, and his brow was adorned with a glossy sheen of sweat. he started moving and breathing faster, the way he fucked you growing more inconsiderate and brutal. you could feel your mind going out, losing track of time while he goes at it.

“fuck, fuck- you're gonna milk my cock dry. mnmh... oh, lord, yes!” he panted in-between breaths. his pink trousers started to fall down his legs slowly, li's mouth running dry as his brows furrowed. his nails dug into your skin, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying out his name.

his groans were heavy and arousing, and your pussy squeezed his cock one last time before he came inside of you. you could feel yourself gushing again, li pulling his dick out and resting it on your folds.

“i told you i was gonna fuck you good, how's that?” he barked, “did you believe me, baby?”

“uh-huh.” li let your leg down, pulling his pants back up again and eyeing you.

“so are we going to finish this mission, or nah?” he asked. wait- that was valuable mission time wasted. fuck.

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