"I might be a femboy, but you're gonna be calling me daddy soon."
males x (mostly) dom!femboy reader
pretty much an aggressive dominate femboy idk dude
mostly short drabbles
(probably) slow and random updates lmao
might be ooc cause i haven't watche...
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Angelo Lagusa/Avilio Bruno || 91 Days
heated make out?, deserved! better!,
Tears dripped down his heavily flushed face, harsh gasps fall from his lips as he looks up at you with those mesmerizing doe eyes. His grip on your shirt tightening as your lips continue to push back onto his already bruised ones with heavy intent. He feels your hand slowly ghost up under his shirt, caressing his side like you were admiring every flaw he has there.
Your other hand slides down his thigh to grip onto the exposed flesh, making him whimper into the breathless kiss as your painted nails make crescents in his skin. The coolness of the rings around your fingers make him shiver as they press into his hot skin, somehow arousing him further.
He whines into the kiss as you break apart for a second just to delve back in, neck tilting back from the force. Squeezing his eyes shut as the rest of his tears fall down his cheeks, he couldn't help but wonder how you manage to break him down so easily like this; like you were meant to do it, just by your hot mouth and cold hands.
Moving his arms loosely around your neck and shoulders, he felt you smirk into the kiss, loving the way he's always so desperate for your lips. You could hear him softly moan your name out as you slowly traveled to his jaw with kisses, pressing harder into his body.
Lightly trailing your nails up his spine, your lips latch back onto his and lick into his mouth. It felt so good kissing you, how your tongue seems to have a mind of its own as it does explicit shit to his. He was so embarrassed when as he felt himself grow harder at every kiss and caress that you made.
He didn't want this to end. Opening his clouded eyes as he felt you pull away from him, he saw your intense eyes staring into his as the string of saliva breaks between you two. One of your hands come up to place a finger underneath his chin so you could see the work you've done to him.
He looked so pretty like this; eyes foggy with a pink face and bruised and wet lips, head slightly tilted to the side. Short pants fall from his mouth as you smirk, completely detaching yourself from him, and walking away as if you didn't just take all the oxygen from his lungs into yours.
Feeling lightheaded, he slowly slides to sit down against the furniture you had him on, finally recognizing how weak his legs were. He brings a shaky hand up to his lips, saliva dripping down his chin as he stares off into the now empty room.
