Odd (Hiroki Dan)

TAGS: Dan/F!reader, yandere, possessiveness, obsession, breeding, impregnation, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.

Dan was always…odd.

Even when you were both still young preteens fumbling their way through puberty and middle school, there was always something about him that stood out from the rest of the student body.

Sure, he was smart, handsome, and came from a good family especially with his father being the current superintendent general at the police force. He had all the qualities that ensured his constant popularity, but despite how amicable he was towards your peers he always retreated back into himself.

.

.

.

At least, that was when it came to everyone else that is.

Because the biggest oddity you could find in him is his blatant need to ALWAYS be around you.

Whether he was merely within your immediate vicinity or engaging with you in some way, the dark-haired male was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. The eyes are the windows to the soul and for someone like him who was a master at molding his expressions in whatever face he needed at the moment, his eyes clearly revealed how genuine he was towards you.

Perhaps you should be scared, especially when his expressive eyes widen and dilate whenever your eyes meet with him for even a second. How it seems as if he’d been staring at you for long periods of time without you even noticing how heated his gaze was, but…

Was it bad that you found his attention…endearing? 

Flattering even that such an eligible man such as him only had you in his eyes?

Dan never did anything that made you feel uncomfortable, but rather knowing that you had his eternal attention almost felt like a safety blanket was wrapped around you and that there was never really anything for you to fear. He is a gentleman first and foremost, but the longing within his eyes are unmistakable and the genuine smiles he bestows upon you wear down the walls you’ve placed around your heart little by little.

That is why is there really any surprise that you’re wedded beneath the sakura blossoms as soon as you’ve both graduated highschool? 

To most people, marrying so early seemed like such an archaic practice or that you were both throwing your lives away so early. 

Such a thought never passed through your mind however and much less your husband for that matter. If anything, both his family and yours were very supportive of your decision as they had all been witness to the love you both shared for one another through all these years. Plus, it also helps that his family was well-off enough and Dan himself driven enough that your father had no qualms handing you over to his new son-in-law because he knew that you’d certainly be taken care of and cherished.

However, as much as you were grateful to the family and friends that celebrated your union, nothing could still overcome the happiness that overflowed from your heart as you met this man at the altar and exchanged vows and a kiss to seal your everlasting love to one another.

Dan was certainly odd…but you loved him all the same.

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“The doctor said that this is the best position to allow my seed to reach your womb and we’d be remiss if we didn’t follow her instructions. Besides, Masahiro deserves a new sibling, don’t you think so? I long to see you again growing ripe with my child…your breasts filling up with such fine drink that I’m already salivating just thinking about it…”

You don’t know what happened during work to set him off like this, but you weren’t complaining as Dan did his utmost best to practically rearrange your guts with how hard he was bearing down on you. The pillow he’d slipped beneath your hips just moments ago certainly helped as skin smacked against skin and bodily fluids dripped and stained the once pristine bedsheets.

The handsome investigator’s usually combed dark hair was in disarray as strands clung to his sweat-stained face, his movements & expression reeking of desperation and overflowing affection as he sought to get his cock as deep into you as he could. With luscious thighs wrapped around his narrow waist, hands raking against his strong back leaving faint red lines, and your lips kissed and bitten until it shone a bright reddish color, Hiroki knew that this might as well have been heaven.

For it is everything he wanted and dreamed of.

A precious young son sleeping in his own room, and the love of his life: his sweet little wife who still cared for him in spite of his need to ‘commit good deeds.’

And now that the newest member of your family was actively being made, Hiroki would make sure to continue his mission to cleanse the world of the filth that dared taint its goodness.

“ Leave it to me, darling. I’ll rack up enough ‘good deeds’ for you and all our future children so that you may all live without fears or worries… ”

With your face buried in the crook of his neck as you slept on top of him, his cock still stuffed inside your sopping cunt in order to prevent any of his seed from slipping out, the man smiled and closed his eyes and followed you into the land of dreams.

Hiroki Dan X GN!Teacher (one shot)

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader and Age Difference General warning: Medium-length post (1,461 words) TW: Possessiveness/Yandere vibes Characters: Hiroki Dan and You

– There is a theory called The Green World by Northrop Fry. It's actually quite simple. Shakespeare's comedies follow a structure: in spring, the fertility month, the characters transition from the everyday world, faced with societal bondage, to the wild, where everything becomes topsy turvy, back to the ordinary world renewed and unbound. As you skimmed your class, you couldn't help but wonder if the same theory also applied to your life. This moment did feel wild.

– The semester is your first as a teacher at one of Toyko's most highly regarded private high schools, and according to the curious stares from your students, they don't know what to make of you. It sets you on edge. Yet, there is also great excitement as you finally have fulfilled your dream of educating the next generation after years of studying. Is there a word for both terror and elation? Perhaps euphoria? It did once mean to be removed from one's body. However, frisson seems to settle in your mind. Your hair does feel on end.

– One..two...three...breath...one...two...three...breath. You repeat this phrase over and over again as you start your lesson. This subject is your favourite, and not to brag, but you are an expert in this field; the school would have never hired you otherwise, and the parents would have you fired, flayed, and put out front as a warning for everyone else. Even some universities would pale in comparison. These are households of politicians, millionaires, and businessmen. The top of the top and greatness ensures they only produce greatness, or at least the image of it.

– Everything seems to be going well; to your surprise, the kids are actively engaged, yet you cannot help but sense an uneasiness. You feel dissected, like a butterfly being prepped for a display case. When turning around, an intensity makes you pause over a word to prevent a stutter. You swear unseen hands are rushing over your body as if to hold you and say, "Stay still; I deserve to look," for what reason you don't know. It's nerves, you tell yourself, focus on the lesson; you can't mess up the first class.

– But it happens again during the next lesson. Then, the one after that. Again and again until finally, when handing back the first assignment, you meet the cause after class.

– It was Autumn when the weather couldn't decide if it wished to be hot or cold, the leaves turning into a violent swarm of reds and oranges as if the trees were on fire. It had been a long day; you had to send someone to the head office for interrupting class, forgot your lunch, and were stuck grading papers. The only people still here were after-school clubs and occasionally teachers you heard walking in the halls.

– You were so absorbed in your work that you couldn't help but jump when you felt a tap on your shoulder and a soft "Excuse me" in your ear. Looking up in shock, you are surprised to see a man...well, a teenager. Handsome for his age, most likely eighteen and in his final year, with a shock of dark hair and eyes against pale skin, a warm smile breaks the otherwise monochrome facade. An image of Adder Snake flashes in your mind when he tilts his head and beams...it is as if he enjoyed scaring you.

– "Oh, I'm sorry, professor," he places a hand over his heart and straightens, "I merely wanted to get your attention." His eyes are so black that you can see your own startled reflection, and despite being in a more senior position, how small you look compared to this boy. You hate it.

– "It's fine," you look at the clock, "it's past five; shouldn't you be heading home, or is there something I can help you with?" You attempt to clean your desk to make it look moderately presentable. In reality, you wanted to seem busy so you didn't have to look him in the eye again. There was something profoundly unnerving about how he could pin you down with merely a look.

– His hand moves gracefully into his bag and pulls out a piece of paper; you recognize it as the recently returned assignment from your afternoon class. He places it delicately on your desk, atop the other essays you were grading. Pompous little shit, you couldn't help but think. You tilt over and see the grade, a ninety-five, the highest score you gave out recently.

– Picking up the paper, you hold it out for the student to take back, "It was very well-written and researched, particularly the second paragraph. Congratulations..." You quickly glance at the paper, hopefully discreetly, "Hiroki-kun." The name settled in your mouth like honey, sticking to your throat unpleasantly despite how sweet it sounded.

– He leans against the desk, the same plain smile upon his face and a light chuckle escaping his upturned lips. There is an uneasiness in the air, that pressure you felt during the day in increments, dilating in this very moment.

– "Thank you," he moves closer, and you realize the door is closed; who shut it? "But I wanted to ask," Closer, "what could I have done to have gained that extra five percent?"

– "I..." You feel speechless, your face hot from panic, "Well...you could've shortened it, perhaps?" Say anything to get him to leave.

– "That's it?"

– "It was written very well; I wouldn't worry about your grade."

– He takes the paper and folds it absent-mindedly, "I will take it to heart," as if to prove it, he holds the essay to his chest, "You are my favourite teacher here, and any advice you give me is a great help." To your horror, he looks somewhat bashful. Yet, it would be a lie to say it didn't stroke your ego.

– You clear your throat, "Thank you, but it is getting late-"

– "Let me walk you to your bike." You wonder how he knew you biked to school? "My father is the police superintendent General, and I am also heading out; I don't want someone so..." He looks down to where you are sitting, "vulnerable to walk outside by themselves."

– You weighed the options in your head. Saying no could hurt your reputation; this was the kid of a high-ranking official, and if you pissed off Daddy, you would be fired on the spot. Was it unnerving and inappropriate? Yes. But you couldn't think of a way to worm your way out of this dilemma. It was a true dichotomy.

– "I wouldn't want to burden a young man like yourself...."

– His smile stretched wider, so vast you could count each pearly white tooth. What big teeth you have..." It would be my pleasure."

– Hiroki demanded to carry your briefcase and, while you walked, asked miscellaneous questions about your life. How old are you? Do you live alone? Are you Married? How far do you live from campus? You tried to answer him subtly, attempting to dodge the questions with little skill. You cursed the school for being so big and your pupil for being such a slow walker.

– Ten minutes later, you reach your bike. Or where it should have been. Nothing but the chain was attached to the fence. You look around and quickly conclude that someone has stolen it. Man, I'm a fucking genius, you thought sarcastically, but you had to Act professionally. Act bloody professional. Oh, God, how in the living hell would you get back to your dingy little apartment?

– "People these days," Hiroki shook his head, "my father has been trying to tamper down the rise in petty crime such as this," he slung your case over his shoulder, "but it seems he has a long way to go."

– You pushed your forehead in stress, "It's fine, I'll just take public transport." And it would be awful in that crowded cart filled with annoyed people.

– "Nonsense," He turned and started to walk towards the parking lot; in confusion, you began to follow him, "I own a car, and someone like yourself wouldn't be safe on public transport." He looked over his shoulder, and you felt your stomach sink, "I'll drive you home." Shit.

– "It's fine, really. Plus, you're a student-"

– "My father would never forgive me if I left you in such a state. Alone. Defenceless. I mean," He stopped and turned. Suddenly, you recognized how tall and broad he was as he towered over you. "I could attack you right now, and you would have no way to defend yourself." His left eye twitched softly like he trying to keep a particular thought at bay, and you felt your lungs freeze, "But you're lucky," He chuckled, "I would never harm my favourite teacher." The air seemed to stop momentarily as if the sky held its breath for what he would say next. "I only want to do a good deed," Another laugh, "They make me feel blessed," and softly grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cheek, he tilted his head into your palm, whispering, "Won't you bless me, teacher?"

– You wondered if Northrop Fry had a theory on Shakespearian tragedy. What dark world were you being brought into by those eyes?

First Meeting

Hiroki Dan x Female Reader

word counts: 630 words

Indonesian version

You met Hiroki Dan when you went shopping for pottery. You usually go to the nearest shop, but since it was closed, you decided to go to the one in the middle of the city. There's where you meet him.

When your eyes laid on that one figure in the front of the clay shelf, you know he think hard about what kind to pick. The unknown man look very handsome, he also tall and has solid body, his black hair neatly combed, even his side profile looks perfect. Without you noticing, you stared at him more than you a minute.

"Can i help you?" He asked, makes you flinched slightly before turning your gaze the other way and back to him.

"Eh, no no. Sorry." You apologized nervously then walked towards him since he was standing in front of the clay shelf. He nodded once before looking back at the clay in front of him.

As with you, you did the same with the man beside you. You also think before choosing the right clay for you to take home.

"You look like an expert." He said. And again you flinched, making the man chuckle. "And also look like you're easily surprised." He muttered.

You laugh awkwardly. "Yeah, i got scared easily, a little bit. And no, im not an expert." You answered lowly.

"Still, you look like one." He said without looking at ylu. His eyes were focused on the clay shelf.

"Can i ask you a question?"

This is where he fully looked at you. And for the love of God, he looks like a model. You can stare at his face for 69 hours without getting bored.

You nodded slowly, waiting for the question he wanted to ask.

"You see, im still new with pottery. I did already make a couple things. The thing is, it didn't stay for long, it breaks apart. My question is, what is a good kind of clay?" You listen intently then stared at the clay shelf. "It depends on what you want to make."

"Oh, i wanna make a vase for my mushroom. You see, i just found this new mushroom, and I wanna rise it." You smiled a little at his explanation. He looks like a fun guy.

"I recommend earthenware clay. Its good for vases and stuff like that."

The man turned his face to the shelf, and his eyes quickly caught the earthenware clay. He took it, then looked at you and smiled.

"Thank you. I will be buying this." He said as be picked it up. "Your a nice lady. Im Hiroki Dan." He bends his body 30 degrees, making you quickly bend your body too. "Im (name). Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, (name). Now that i got the stuff that i need, im gonna get going." He took a step away from where you were standing.

"Hiroki… Dan." Your voice made him stop on his track. Hiroki turned to look at you and raised both of his eyebrows. "Hm?"

You blinked a few times before finally realized your mouth was calling the man's name. "Ah, im sorry for calling all of a sudden." You scratch the back of your head. "I just wanna say that… uh.. if you wanna know more about uhm.. pottery, you can ask.. me."

"So you are an expert."

"I'm not."

Hiroki laughed again then walked back towards you before taking out his phone. "Type your number here." You swiftly typed your number then handed the phone back to him.

"Well then, I'll see you around, (name)." He smiled.

"Hm. See you around." You smiled back.

That was 2 years ago. Now you got yourself a homicide investigator boyfriend and a new weirdly shaped pottery every 3 days.

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dan hiroki !

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. yandere-ish themes, but its actually really concerning bc it dan hiroki. good boy dan ☺? hes pretty possessive. finger sucking. voice kink. a little hair-pulling. fingering. blowjob kinda. readers a little shorter than him, only adds to his height kink. dan tries to get on top but it backfires.

✿ disclaimer — I only write for characters 18+. if you don't like my content, please block me.

this most likely has lots of errors bc i was in a rush to finish this.

dan hiroki saw the way you looked at the cashier. your pretty eyes sparkled as you spoke, that contagious laughter that had dan smiling every time he heard it - it made him nauseous.

his eyes twitches. his stomach erupts in butterflies as he thinks of the things he could do to you.

he wasn't gonna take the life of the one of loves. at least, not again. but he's definitely not going to let this slide.

when you sat back down, he smiled at you, sipping on his coffee.

"is there a problem?" you ask in a concern tone. oh, how he loves that tone. he loves how gentle you are with him, or how you can easily get him drunk in love with anything that you do or say.

"no, everything's alright.." he replies, shutting his eyes like he was in peace. he wishes he could hear your voice every second, he'd never get tired. "can i stay over at your place today...?"

you nod, a smile on your face, dan couldn't help but replicate. "of course."

you're so easy...

"there's my pretty boy." you chuckle as dan stares at himself through the mirror. he turns around and smiles at you. you lean on the door frame, tilting your head.

he was wearing your biggest shirt as sleepwear, and he looked adorable in it.

the thing was: he had his own clothes in a drawer of yours, he just decided to steal your clothes instead.

he walks closer to you, taking your hand in his, raising it to his lips. he presses a gentle, lingering kiss on your palm.

"isn't it too early to sleep?" dan stares at you with pleading eyes, he shuts his eyes and lays his pink tongue flat against the base of your index finger and licks all the way to the top.

he lets his lips wrap around your finger tip, his teeth grazing you slightly. he opens his dark eyes, staring at your reaction.

your lips part as you look at him with such adoration, he can't help but get more turned on. you slip a second finger inside his mouth, pushing until they hit the back of his throat and made him gag, he lets his saliva run down your hand as his eyes gloss over.

he removes himself from your fingers with a pop! and tries to catch his breath.

"are you really going to sleep?" he murmurs. dan knows he got you, a smirk crawling on his face. "won't you play with me, (name)?"

"depends. what're we playing?" you ask, caressing his face, brushing your thumb over his lips. a shiver runs down his spine.

he may have been muscular and taller than you, but he's willing to submit to you as if it was in his nature.

it feels so nice knowing he was there to protect you and watch over you, and you still had the control in here.

"how about, hm..." he had so many ideas, but now that he's standing in front of you, his mind went blank. "you just touch me."

he suggested vaguely. you raise a brow, seeing as he didn't want to give you any details, you just went along with it.

your hands move from his jaw to his shoulders. almost as if you were tracing him. then they went down his spine, he shudders immediately, pressing himself against you.

"you're sensitive here, aren't you." you trail your hand down to his ass. dan jumps in surprise when you massage him. you lean against him and smile at his whimper.

he wasn't wearing anything under your shirt...

"i adore you," you whisper in his ear, gently running your teeth along the lobe of his ear. "i love you, darling."

dan sighs, softly giggling, his heart thumping wildly in his ribcage. he feels your smile grow, you move your hands to push his hair away from his face before you pull at the back of his hair, his head falling back.

tingles run all over his body, he suppresses a gasp. he distracts you by taking you by the wrist and pulling you towards your bed. "let me be on top today."

"when did we agree to this?" you tilt your head with curiosity. dan watches you bounce slightly as you're pushed to the bed.

"just now," he smiles slyly at you, your his shirt clings onto him as he straddles your hips, harden nipples poking through. "you know, i didn't appreciate the way you looked at that cashier today."

you steady him by holding him by his legs, caressing his inner thighs and slipping your cold hands under his shirt. dan was quick to stop you, grip on your wrist warning you to listen to him.

"so, you'll need to get punished today.." he murmurs, "i'm doing a good deed here, you can't stray away from me. you're all i have."

he lets go of your wrists and places his palms to your face, drawing hearts on your jaw with his thumb. he leans forward, in fact, it almost looks like he's riding you.

"i'm yours, and you're mine, (name). you only look at me. if that's not the case, then i'll kill 'em." you didn't understand what was going on, but nodded regardless. maybe it was the fact that the threat felt so real, or the fact that he was distracted by this that made you agree.

you took the chance to switch positions, laying him on his back. dan's eyes widen, his hair blocking his vision. "is that my punishment?" you tease, reaching over your nightstand to take out the lube. "i don't appreciate the fact that you think you can control me."

dan pouts, bottom lip jutting out slightly. its cute and it makes you want to smother him in kisses.

he doesn't realize you poured lube on your fingers until he feels the cold right at his entrance. "cold.." he whines quietly.

you grin at him. "you're not fighting back for dominance...?"

he stares at you with a frown, dark eyes not leaving yours until you decide to insert your finger inside him. his face twists with pain, eyes shutting close. you let your finger lie still, waiting for him to adjust.

he clenches and unclenches around you, a pleasured sigh emits from him. he gives you a small nod, his palm on his lower abdomen when you slid in and out, making sure to be slow and agonizing as you watch his expressions.

"don't worry, dan." you assure him, slipping a second finger in. you purposely avoid his prostate, making him whine at every drag of your fingers. "i won't look at anyone who isn't you."

"you're my everything," you pull your fingers out, before slamming them back in. dan squirms, thighs quivering and a loud moan erupts from him. "and i love you, so, so much..."

dan lets out trembling breaths. he pushes his shirt past his chest, holding onto it with his teeth. he's urging you to play with his leaking cock.

his teary eyes, his tiny whimpers, his shaking body... it was the cutest thing ever.

"i love your voice." you whisper, lifting his leg up so you could kiss his inner thigh. dan takes his hand and places it on your head, trying to make ground himself.

"and those cute noise you make everytime i touch a sensitive spot." you push your fingers to his prostate, holding his leg down with your free hand.

dan cries out loud, squirming around the bed and pulling at your hair. he pushes his hips down on your fingers to get more stimulation.

"even the way you get jealous is adorable. it makes me wanna eat you up." you pant out, moving your face so you were in front of twitching cock. dan shivers as your hot breath hits him.

"ack! (n-name)..."

he arches his back as you repeatedly slide your fingers against his prostate, not exactly hitting it but enough pleasure is brought to him that it makes him want to scream in frustration.

you place a wet kiss to his angry red tip, dan bites on his shirt even harder, not caring at the drool pooling around it. your tongue peaks out to give kitten licks to the slit.

his entire body was flushed in red. you couldn't help but just admire him. as if he was a painting. dan felt hot and exposed under your gaze. but he liked it, he liked that you looked at him like he was your dream man.

he locked eyes with you as you lick the base of his cock, slowly moving back to the tip, giving extra attention to the head. dan's whines are muffled, he makes sure to keep his eyes on yours, the eyes contact made him even wetter.

"(name), (name)...!!" you pull away from his cock, placing your lips to his hip bone. you bite down, leaving a purple mark in its place. he jumps in surprise, fingers wrapping through your hair when you place hickeys around his abdomen.

"please m-move.." dan gasps out. hips squirming around. you were so into it, you completely forgot about your fingers inside him. "please (name), wanna feel good"

"yeah?" his chest heaves up and down rapidly, the grip on your hair tightening. you thought of tying him up to keep him from pulling your hair out but decided against. "am i not making you feel good right now?"

dan shakes his head in denial. you're edging him and he hates it! just give him what he wants, won't you?

"no?" you tilt your head. his body convulsed under your hand, nipples erect and cock jumping, twitching. "very well then."

you take your fingers out - he groans in frustration, crying out when plunge them back in. you curl them to hit his prostate everytime you push them back in. he squeezes around your fingers, shutting his thighs around your head to keep you in place... or to at least block the offending hand.

"wai- ah, too rough!" he babbles out, spitting his shirt out of his mouth. its covered in spit and all crumbled up but he doesn't care. he clenches and unclenches, leaking pre-cum. it pools on his abdomen.

the usual calm dan hiroki turns into a mess everytime. its very satisfying. he's always whining about it when you tease him, but anyone could tell he likes it.

he inhales sharply and jerks up, throwing his head back. he holds his breath as white shoots out of him. his hand shoots out to grip your wrist.

"uuu, it feels good.." he moans freely, puffy hole squeezing your fingers tightly when you try to remove them, before relaxing completely. he tries to catch his breath and released his hold on you.

you wipe your hand with the rag beside you, placing your hands on his waist, soothing him back from his high. his muscles twitch and tremble, "do you feel better now?"

he nods, a smile gracing his features and he looks at you with hearts in his eyes. it makes him look like an angel. even though he's far from it.

"y-yes, thank y-you..."

he pulls you into a hug. you slightly graze his nipples, he winces.

he loves you. he loves you. love. love. love.

but its wasn't love. it was obsession. poor dan doesn't even realize it himself :(

...

soo what if I told y’all that I wrote a smut fic about hiroki dan 👉🏻👈🏻 would y’all be interested in reading it?

HIROKI DAN??????? HELLO??????? OMFGNSNSNXJSBXJSNKSKAJSKWNSJSN

‘ wanna play a GAME ? ‘

- torture methods are up for debate . (aka asks)

PREY FOR THE DEVIL .

who is myaa ? a 21 year old woman who doesn’t want anything less than money ! a professional problem maker — along with a confident black woman … and a horror movie enthusiast !!

INSIDIOUS . - it seems as if you’re possessed…and need to be put in check. ?…

DISBOEY AND YOU WILL BE STUFFED IN A BEAR SUIT AND SET ON FIRE .

THE NIGHT HOUSE - where everything paranormal and supernatural come out .

WHEN YOU PRESS THIS, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO TURN BACK. ONE WRONG MOVE, AND YOU WILL BE BASHED AGAINST THE WINDOW.

PRAY TO ME FOR ENTRY OR EXIT .

So....uh

How do y’all feel about Hiroki Dan content... 😅

yee-haw!!

sub! dan hiroki x dom!reader

cw: dom!reader, sub!character, afab!reader, pegging, accidental biting (is this even a thing?), a teeny tiny bit of cum eating at the end, kind of mean reader but not really

i feel like i forgot a lot so tell me if missed something

wc: 1.7k

This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks.. 

Also I want to add that english isn’t my first language. This is just a fun way to waste time, when im bored but if people actually like it I can post some more of my drafts.

but yeah.. Enjoy!

“Ride me"

You said while aggressively making out with Dan on your lap. He was clawing at your still clothed upper body, making sure not to scratch you. Even though you wouldn't mind him scratching you because it would show you that you're making him feel good, and he can't get enough of you. His knees are caging your thighs with more force than you're used to. He is so fucking desperate.

"y/n, please. You know-"

"Try at least?" You uttered with both of your hands resting on the side of his face to direct his lust-filled eyes to yours. You're well aware that Dan is very much a pillow princess and prefers for you to do all the work but you just can't help but want to see how he'll look completely crumbled just by the thought alone of having to put any effort into receiving pleasure. It's not fair to him, and you know it.

But when have you ever been fair?

"I- alright, sure then. Hand me the lube!" he voiced assertively while shaking his head to free himself from your hold and opening his hand for you to place the lube in. After you did that, he grasped the bottle with a tight grasp. Open's it and pours some of the thick liquid onto his fingers and guides them to his hole.

"You know I can help with that," you get ahold of his waist, gracefully dipping every one of your fingers into his side to hear his little wince.

"No! I want to do this alone"

Dan just knew that if he let you touch him already, he would fold too quickly for his liking. He doesn't want to cum too early as he doesn't want to disappoint you. Two slow fingers ease up his hole in and out. Slight moans escape his lips as he is fingering himself, trying to loosen up for you. He bites his bottom lip and flops his forehead on your shoulder trying to hide his face from you while his unoccupied hand is still clutching your shoulder tight.

"You're doing so good for me, Dan," you whispered while snaking a hand up his nape and keeping it tangled in his hair.

You can feel him shiver at your remark. He was always so weak when it came to getting praised by you. He wants you to do the fingering so bad, but then it'll all be over so soon. He bites his bottom lip harder to get over this pathetic want he is feeling. He adds another finger, now three fingers fucking himself without many difficulties.

"Ok, I think I'm ready for you," Dan raises his head to meet your eyes and guides his fingers out of his hole. He repositions his hips on your lap from all the squirming he had done. (The strap was already attached to you and all)

"Let me just remind you… I won't be doing anything, ok? I want you to do all the work, and I want you to come just like that, are we understood?" Dead silence and a face of disbelief from Dan meet you.

"I said, are we understood?" You repeat.

"What- yes sure of course…" he answered startled.

"You can back out anytime you know the safe word, right?"

"Yea but I want to try"

"Ok, then put it inside"

His hand took hold of the length. It wasn't an unfamiliar length, he's very well acquainted with it, but now the length and the girth seemed to be somewhat scary from this new perspective. After a few lazy meaningless strokes to waste time, he lowered himself on the strap and felt like that alone drained all of his energy for the entire night. The overwhelming rush of pleasure nearly knocked him over as he bottomed out, feeling the tip reach places no other strap or dildo had hit before. Both of your hands were resting on your sides, nowhere near his body, and it frustrated Dan so much.

He reached out for your hand and tried to place it on his hip. But you quickly removed your hand and left him shocked.

"I said no, Dan," you said sternly.

"It's just your hand, please"

The way the frustration is leaking from his voice makes you feel so hot in your abdomen. He craved your physical touch and attention so much. And this feeling of being needed that desperately just did something to you.

"I don't like repeating myself and you know it. And stop sitting on my dick without moving. Won't you get on with it already?"

With that, he hides his face again by letting his forehead fall into the crook of your neck. With his hand on your shoulder again.

"Move"

You can feel his body gradually heating up from being so flustered. His hips move up with the perfect back arch you could have the pleasure of witnessing. Him sticking his ass out like this, seeing him show off, made you feel lightheaded. You had to physically refrain from touching his mole right above his left ass cheek. He is so gorgeous, and you try to make sure that he knows that every day by complimenting and praising him. You were dying to touch him with such insatiability, and it wasn't fair because this was supposed to be a hard thing for him but not for you. So why is it so hard to keep your hands off his hot and warm-blushing body?

Moans and whimpers are the only things audible aside from his exaggerated sighs to show you that he can't do it anymore. A rapid up and down motion are what his goal was, but it never feels the way it is supposed to feel.

With a pleading look, he tries to persuade you into forgetting the whole "not touching him and making him cum on his own by riding" thing.

You didn't say anything at all. A cold stare-down is the only thing you give him while you have to do everything in your power to stand your ground and not fumble and keep up the facade. Dan continues to bounce on your dick, hands, and arms slinging to your neck in a tight embrace to keep you close while he fucks himself on you. The clapping sound by now turned into a pleasant melody in your ears.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking close,"

"Yes, yes, just keep going,"

"I can't. I just can't cum like this y/n, please,"

Dan uses his hand to direct your face to his.

"Just turn me around and fuck me hard, please. I can't cum like this"

Your continuous hard stare is what brought him to frustration and tears. He kept bouncing, trying to reach his climax, but it simply would not come. His legs were shaking, and he couldn't stop spasming like crazy. What is he supposed to do?

His face inches closer to yours and connects his lips with yours, exposing his crimson flushed face to make you fold and give him what he wants.

What he needs.

Both of you fall back down to the mattress after Dan purposely put pressure on your upper body. You reciprocate the kiss with great pleasure but try to hold back on touching him. Just his cheeks, you say. Your hands rise to his cheeks, holding them gently while crashing your tongue into his mouth, muffling all his pathetic moans from the strap still ramming his insides. Dan moves his head away to grasp some air and speak his mind.

"y/n, I mean it. I can't come like this. I have been trying, please help me. Please-"

You turn him around with his back hitting the mattress and you kneeling in-between his spread legs. He couldn't even say a word and just clung his arms around your neck for another hug and not to hide his excessive blush from you.

One hand of his is placed on the back of your skull keeping your head down while you push your dick into him again, fucking him desperately.

You finally touch him! You roam your hands all over his hips and waist and gradually go up his arched spine while still maintaining a steady pace.

Tears in his eyes start to pool up again, and his inability to keep his mouth closed because of the pleasure makes his face look so arousing.

"Fuck, oh my! That's it! You're-" he came hard, and a lot while muffling his screaming by biting hard in your flesh right above your collarbone which had you wince in pain.

"Ow, Dan! What the actual fuck!" You shout, pushing him off you out of reflex. Your right hand comes flying to the wounded mark on your shoulder as if it was bleeding and you were in desperate need to stop it.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry…" he was so out of it. His whole stomach and chest had splatters of cum on them, reflecting light from around the room as he inhaled and exhaled rapidly. He didn't hold back, did he, you thought.  

"I would have been screaming way too loud. I just didn't-"

"What do you mean? You live so secludedly up here. No one would have heard you 'screaming'" 

You touch his stomach with your index and your middle finger and go further north gathering his cum in the process.

"you just wanted to bite me, didn't you", you giggled.

"No, no i swear-"

"Open your mouth!"

Without any protest, he opened his mouth welcoming your cum coated fingers. He closed his eyes, enjoying every drop of it. And here you thought it could have been some kind of punishment for him.

He tremored, still overwhelmed by the intense orgasm he had.

"l'm sorry for biting you," he repeatedly murmured.

"Shh it's ok, it's ok,"

It wasn't ok. You now have a big bite mark above your collarbone. How are you going to explain that if someone sees it?

But just the way he's laying there completely exhausted and tired from going so rough at it makes you smile in triumph. You hate to admit it, but Dan might be your biggest weakness. You can't stay mad at him for too long. Whatever it is.

You keep this sadistic smile until you stand up.

"Wait! Where are you going?" He asked desperately.

"Hey, I'm just getting a wet towel. I don't really want all this cum on your body to dry, you know.."

Sagau! Genshin Impact x Hiroki Dan! Reader

ENG

Well, most of them definitely supported you in your actions, these freaks are not worthy to walk on the same ground with the Lord.

Some will be scared, especially Fatui. "And if you decide that your actions are wrong? If your eye will always twitch when you see them? Will you torture them? Will you force the organization to dissolve? Will you hand them over to prison? Will you kill?" The adults will definitely keep the children away while you carry out the abduction and subsequent murder. If one of the children finds out, and even more so sees, all responsibility will lie with an adult who knew that they could not be allowed at this time. They definitely like your pottery! Albedo can help you color them at your request, and Zhong Li can help with the modeling itself! They are very much watching what you eat (especially mushrooms ;)). They know that once you were poisoned with fly agaric, so Xiang Ling is very worried when he gives you a dish with mushrooms. In principle, it's quite fun with them, since some will still begin to perceive you as a friend, because you are so kind, they can't stop chatting next to you :)

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Что ж, большинство из них определённо поддержали вас в ваших действиях, эти уроды не достойны ходить по одной земле с из господом.

Некоторые будут напуганы, в особенности Фатуи. «А если ты решишь что из действия неправильны? Если твой глаз всегда будет дёргаться когда ты их видишь? Вы подвергнете их пыткам? Заставите распустить организацию? Сдадите в тюрьму? Убьёте?»

Взрослые определённо будут держать детей подальше, пока вы проводите похищение и последующие убийство. Если кто-то из детей узнает, и тем более увидит, вся ответственность будет лежать на взрослом который знал, что их нельзя было подпускать в это время.

Когда после убийства вы приходите в церковь, священник который выслушивает вас, определённо знает что лучше ничего не говорить, иначе он подвергнется изгнанию из церкви.

Им определённо нравятся ваши гончарные изделия! Альбедо по вашему желанию может помогать вам их раскрашивать, а Чжун Ли может помогать с самой лепкой!

Они очень сильно следят за тем, что вы едите(особенно за грибами ;)). Они знают что однажды вы отравились мухомором, поэтому Сян Лин очень волнуется когда даёт вам блюдо с грибами.

В принципе с ними достаточно весело, так как некоторые всё таки начнут воспринимать как друга, потому что вы так добры, они не могут перестать болтать рядом с вами :)

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Dan Hiroki X GN!Childhood Friend Reader Pt. 2

Contains: Continuing story and Gender Neutral Reader General warning: Long-post TW: Possessiveness/Suicide/Implied grooming

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful crow. Her wings were like the tips of quills freshly dipped, and her claws sharper than the hook of a fisherman's rod—a perfect little bird. Everywhere she went, the forest's creatures would glance at her in astonishment and envy; no owl, robin or dove could compare. The crow knew this and, for a time, enjoyed their praise. What was love, if not the wish to capture? The desire to own what you could not own yourself? Yet, as the days went by, she could not help but feel unsatisfied, for none would approach her, and, eventually, she found herself an idle idol. That was until, one fateful morning, a hunter entered the wood. The man searched far and wide for the perfect game but would deem all beasts crossing his path too dull, ordinary, and a waste of his talents. His frustrations grew until his eyes fell upon the beautiful crow. Having never seen such perfection, the man raised his gun and decided such magnificence could not exist without his consent. In that final breath, staring down the barrel of the rifle, the crow realized a terrible truth: She had finally experienced her first and last act of true love.

You would like to think you will meet again one day, perhaps in a better place, surrounded by the fragrance of the buna tree. 

A memory:

Under the branches, as the rain fell, he leaned his head against your shoulders:  "Do you love me?" "Only in summer." 

There is a strange beauty in defeat. To give up and to let go is an art so painful and euphoric that few can ever master the discipline. Yet, you could not help but try. You had to say goodbye to a bit of life, an old name, to live once again. Sometimes, still, you could smell the hints of a campfire if you closed your eyes for long enough.

After finishing university and moving away from your relative who took you in, you travelled around Japan for a while. It took years to get used to the constant hustle and bustle of the world, and you often felt displaced in the city's hectic life compared to the countryside you grew up in. However, life had finally returned to a somewhat more peaceful state. Not exactly familiar, but it was a softer difference. Recently, you were appointed as a history teacher in a small-town high school. It was a safer career than you had once dreamed of, but it would keep you hidden. That's all that mattered. You enjoyed the mountains near the town.

When you first arrived, some things were unexpectedly painful. The starting months felt like a constant exorcism, a battle not to jump and think you summoned the ghosts of old friends whenever a student came up to ask a question. But the pain was comforting in a way. They had lived and affected the world around them. Even if it was silently, you could carry their legacy and find forgiveness in supplying a future to others. A future they were denied. This was your cleansing.

The students on their end were pleasant, consistently hard-working and upbeat. And, of course, over time, you developed favourites: the creative Hana Kai, the outspoken Yuki Yamamoto, and, especially, the thoughtful Nanami Shirakawa.

Strangely, even with your reservations about closeness, you became rather popular, even finding, at the end of some classes, notes left on your desk: 

Dear Teacher,  Thank you for the class.  Dear Teacher,  I am glad you are feeling better.  Dear Teacher, Please smile more often.   

Despite years of developing a numb compliance with life, you could not help but feel touched. It was nice to be liked and somewhat accepted back into a community, even if it was only a false image they loved. 

However, you could not help but wonder what they would do if they knew that one of their favourite teachers, at night, away from their wool sweaters and bad jokes, dreamt of stone cottages and warm summers? How could they understand how your mind was captured by the sea and the calling of the woods? Even worse, you couldn't imagine their judgment if they knew of the gray eyes that haunted your subconscious. A demon. Shuten-dōji with a laugh: 

I could just die for you. I could just kill for you. And I could just love you until the end. I am you, and you are me. Cut off my head, and I'll grow another on the back of your mind. 

You would wake in terror and yearning. Most nights, you could not go back to sleep. Instead, you would find yourself sitting at the kitchen table, marking or reading anything to suppress the sweet evil lurking behind your fantasies. You had to forget before you lost yourself to dreams. 

In the waking world, you distracted yourself with a growing hatred for the biology teacher, Taisuke Henkyoji. In all fairness, it appeared he despised you in return when it became clear you would not fawn over him. 

He was from a wealthy family with designer clothes, fancy watches, and a carefree attitude. His name was seen everywhere, from the hospital where his brother, Kusuke, worked as the chairman to the only hotel within town. It was a world so far removed from small village roots, worn clothes, and scuffed shoes that you wondered if you could even find it on a metaphorical map. 

However, you could not help but see how he only possessed a dull attractiveness, only passively acknowledged until placed in a position of power. Therefore, it didn't surprise you that he was popular among teenage girls. Yet, out of all those teenagers, you could not help but worry about one in particular. The thoughtful Nanami Shirakawa, who was awkward and sweet, with big dreams and an introverted personality, which reminded you of someone you had to bury so long ago. 

Sometimes, you would catch her absent-mindedly doodling hearts in her notebook or fiddling with her phone with a wistful smile. Other times, while walking the halls, you would pass her peaking into Henkyoji's classroom. It was clear she was infatuated with the man.

It was a worrying love. Innaproate and not helped by Henkyoji's overly friendly and even disturbingly flirtatious behaviour. You had even tried to warn him of Nanami's feelings:

"You need to shut her down gently, Henkyoji-san. This whole situation is unhealthy."  "And you care, why? Jealous?" 

Of what? That comment made you immediately uncomfortable. You tried to go to the principal, who also quickly dismissed your concerns: 

"Henkyoji-san is from a highly regarded family. Such a suggestion could sully not only their image but the school's reputation," - a sigh- "There is nothing to worry about, Y/N... especially if the only evidence you have is an off-hand comment and the crush of a teenage girl. Please, don't bring this topic up again." 

Yet, it echoed in your mind when you noticed how sullen Shirakawa had started to become. There was a growing dullness behind her eyes, a letting go that was much like yours. You could see a dangerous defeatism. 

After class one day, as you saw the young girl merely gaze at her desk the entire lesson, neither moving to take notes nor really paying attention, you decided it would best to ask her to talk:

" Shirakawa-Kun, I just wanted to know if you are feeling okay," You tried to smile empathically, "I know it can be awkward talking to your teacher." "I am sorry, " she rubbed her eyes harshly. " I am just drained." You could see the fear behind her expression. An invisible subject, something cold and dead whose images reflected back a once firey disposition that burnt itself out into ash. "Shirakawa-Kun, I apologize for being so direct, but I know something is wrong."  "I really am okay," she paused for a second, fiddling with her bag, "I really have to get home...my mother needs me to help...she'll be worried if I am held up for too long."  You sighed, realizing any further conversation was a losing battle, "This may seem unorthodox...but please take my number," you pulled out a piece of paper and began to write, "If you need someone to talk to, call me, and we can set up a time to meet in my office." "Thank you." She took what you handed her with a slight reluctance and placed it in her pocket "Please, even if it's not me, know you do not have to handle this alone. I know what it's like to feel the world crashing into you. I promise." 

You closed your eyes as she left and sighed. I know what it's like to love and fear someone in the same breath. I know what it's like to be alone. 

It was easy to imagine him there next to you, as you often did, clothed in black, in a nice jacket, and without colour save for his red lips. Ah, what would you do? Is this what you felt like? Fragmented? 

You could not sleep that night. Sitting at your kitchen table, reading, until at 1 A.M, a single message appeared on your phone:

Dear Teacher, Thx for everything. It was nice to know someone cares. I hope you have a good night. -Shirakawa

When morning came, you were unsurprised that Shirakawa was absent from class. However, you could not have imagined the reason the headmaster pulled you out of your homeroom.

"Why would she try to kill herself?"  "She's a teenager, Y/N! I have no idea why she would do such a thing; I just called you in to let you know about the situation. Do not discuss this with anyone but the staff."  "It was him, wasn't it..." "I said not to bring such a topic up again!" "You can't ignore this forever! Please, just listen to me!" "Go. Back. To. Class. We will pretend this never happened."

Guilt spread throughout your body as if you were drowning. How could you have turned away? Why did you not write back? You felt yourself transform into a frightful and hideous creature that had been tied to the buna tree so many years ago. A coward. A failure. Another child almost died because you didn't act fast enough. Kikue. Reo. I'm sorry.

You had cut class early that day and ran to the hospital. My fault. It's all my fault. You needed to apologize in person. You needed to ask Shirakawa. You needed to know the truth. Fuck Taisuke Henkyoji.

Dishevelled, sweating, and breathless, you ran to the front desk and requested the room number. 

"Are you...okay?"  "Please, I'm here to see Nanami Shirakawa," - a breath- " I'm one of her teachers," The woman at the desk looked annoyed, "Well, you're lucky. It seems she's currently taking visitors; let me phone up the room...I'm not paid enough for this-" A voice...soft... melodious...that itched your memory interrupted, "Is everything alright here?" No...You could not speak. Your throat refused to open. The world swam for a second. "Sir, were just up to see Ms. Shirakawa?"  He was beautiful. He looked just like him. "Yes, she seems to be doing...well...as one would expect in such a situation."  "Hmmm," she hummed, uninterested, "Sorry to ask this of you as a civilian, but since you are here, could you please assist...who were you again?"  "Shirakawa's history teacher," You replied shakingly. It's not him. It cannot be him.  "Your name?" The woman rolled her eyes. You took a deep breath. You had changed your name when you lived with your relative. You were not you anymore, even if it was him somehow, "Y/N."  "Y/N?" The man turned to you fully. Shuten-dōji. He looked like your Shuten-dōji, "What a..." He paused as if startled before quickly composing himself, "Lovely name..."  "It's pretty common," He looked at you with such intensity you thought the ground would swallow you up. It can't be him. It wouldn't make sense for him to be here. You were literally in the middle of nowhere. The lady at the desk signed, "Well, you two are very sweet, but if you could kindly take Y/N up to see Shirakawa, that would be very helpful. I have to talk another call...so..."  The man gave the woman a bland smile and beckoned you to follow him. You could feel the sweat build upon the back of your neck; his grey eyes followed you like a snake to a mouse, refusing to let you out of his sight.  "You didn't ask me for my name,"  "I'm sorry?"  "My name, would you like to know it?"  "Oh, my apologies. I'm just a bit scattered today,"  "That's understandable, considering..."  "Yes, considering I would like to know your name."  The man laughed and mumbled, "You sound just like them...look just like them... you could even think," A distant look filled his expression, "It's like looking at a photograph," He seemed to catch himself, "Ah, sorry, I had a close friend that left me many years ago; I lost myself for a moment. I believe we are both scattered today." You wanted to change the subject as soon as possible. A coincidence. It has to be. The world wouldn't be so cruel. The Kirin would not be so cruel.  "How do know Shirakawa-kun?"  "I saved her from drowning."  "What?!"  "I'm a very strong swimmer." He glanced at you with subtle amusement, and then a look of distant grief entered his eyes. "My name is Dan Hiroki." You stopped. No. "Is something wrong?" Yes. Something is very fucking wrong.  "Oh, it's nothing...It's been just a long day..." You needed to leave as soon as possible, "Actually, I just remembered I forgot something at home-" "Hmmm," He hummed as if thinking, "I think you should see Shirakawa-kun." He stopped and grabbed your arm as if trying to ensure you could not flee. His grey eyes, searching as if trying to figure something out, "I fear she needs all the moral support she can get right now." You bit your lip hard, thinking of a way to escape this. Fuck. What if he recognized you? What would he do? A man capable of killing without remorse, you shivered just imagining the type of torture he would inflict. How could you leave without looking suspicious? "It..." Shit. "Your right. However, I really can't stay for long." He continued to walk, not letting go of your arm, until stopping before the elevator, "You really do look just like them...It's been so long...ah, memories... memories, a cruel mistress."  "I can't imagine," the evaluator dinged.  "Fufu, for some reason," He pulled you inside, "I feel like you might," You could feel the red string of fate being pulled, "Yes, I would love to get to know you, Y/N." 

You would like to think you would have met again one day, perhaps in a better place, surrounded by the fragrance of the buna tree. You never thought you would meet in a hospital. You never thought he wouldn't recognize you. 

A memory:

"Please don't cut off my head, Minamoto no Yorimitsu" "I promise, but only in summer."

One day, you thought you would meet again, surrounded by summer.

A memory:

"Tell him I died. He would come looking for me otherwise. You know why I am asking this. Don't let me bring you shame. Please let me go."

The ride is silent until the final ding. He smiles at you once you reach the right floor.

A memory:

"Y/N, wait for me next summer?" "You know I always will be here.

His left eye twitches and his smile grows.

"Shall we go see your student?" He pulls your arm gently, his now fully lopped with your own. "I don't think I have much of a choice." "Be careful, Y/N," He chuckles darkly, "I might just grow fond of you." "There is nothing to be fond of." You walked out together and felt his hand tighten around your bicep as if worried you would run away.

A memory:

A place filled with tiny stone houses, crumbling temples, and giant windmills with rotor blades like dragons' teeth, gnawing away at the occasional gale. "Do you believe in the Kirin?" "I believe humans are cruel, and Gods are crueller."

The red string of fate tugged again as you headed towards the hospital room and into an unknown future.

You fear Dan would never let you go if he discovered your true identity. You feared much worse than death. There truly is a strange beauty in defeat.

A memory:

This was your home. All you could ever want. "Hey, Y/N, look up! There's a flock of crows." "Actually, I think it's called a murder."

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• "that's a shame. i thought you were my good little slut?" (#22)

warning: top male reader. voyeurism. cnc. i honestly think dan likes to be watched 😭. and this hasn't left my mind for a while. fyi, other men are sleeping with dan. just in case you wanted a warning.

430 words.

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dan's body moves up and down at the man's thrusting, his arms being held down by another's big, roughed up hands. his cheek hollowed as cum spurts past his lips, running down his chin.

cum drips out his used and spread hole, he gets flipped to his stomach only causing the semen to spill out of him even more due to the pressure added to his stomach.

you just picked them up as an experiment and at last minute and they were there, but even so, they seem to be giving dan a hard time. denying his orgasm, playing with him as they pleased. they followed your rules and are willing to stop if dan ever called out his safe word.

dan wails, shaking his head as they switch places, both men getting erect at the sound of his crying.

he looks over at you, sending you a desperate look; "(name), please! no, wait! wai-"

he gets cut off as a cock is shoved down his throat. the men laugh and praise him.

"it's just as you said, sir! he is a good boy!" "you're so lucky! i wish i had someone like this for me.."

uh what were their names?

you smile wildly, ignoring your own boner to carefully watch his expressions. salty tears pour out of his eyes as his cock is played with, his slick leaking below him. dan's eyes roll up in his head, the hard glare of your eyes trained on him only turning him on more.

"he is precious, isn't he?" you make your way to the bed, he swallows the mans cum this time, pulling away, smiling up at you eagerly. the man backs away, gesturing for the other one to do the same.

"very well trained, anyone would want him, but he's mine.." dan could only gurgle out a breathy moan, finally being able to reach for your hand. you place your fingers in his mouth, he willingly opens up, tongue lolling out.

you hold his tongue between your fingers before running your finger against the roof of his mouth. he shudders violently. "my good boy..."

"haa!"

he suddenly picks his hips up as cum shoots out of him, nothing but stunned whimpers coming from him. his eyes wide in surprise "just a little touch gets him this messed up..."

you signal for them to get back inside him. he cries when the men start approaching him again, shaking his head. "i can't! no m-more!"

"no?" you look into his eyes, kissing the tears away from his cheeks. "that's a shame. i thought you were my good little slut."

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