❝WHO HAS WET DREAMS ABOUT SOMEONE THEY CLAIM TO HATE?!❞
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In Which (Y/n) is unable to have Wet Dreams about her brother's best friend and her worst enemy.
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· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · ❝It's just dreams not like he'll ever know.❞ · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
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.⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦HEFTY LONG STROKES OF DRAKEN'S...
Length stretching your walls earned another needy mewl to vibrate from your swollen lips; hips raised into the air, your slit leaking from your fluid that aid to the tall male's strokes...
Fingers curling against the sheet that became drenched in your sexual labor; your legs forced to spread, knees digging into the mattress as your ass bounced with each sharp thrust given to you.
Heavy heaving, the slick cries that escapes your lips filled your bedroom; Draken's rough broad hands gripped your hips-- the tips of his fingers digging deeply into your supple flesh.
Your swollen slick slit sheathed his thick length, the feeling of each stroke... The crown of his length reaching deep within your insides.
Draken's broad chest that held a light coat of sweat met your back, bouncing breasts pressing into the mattress below; a small whimper escapes your lips as such a new angle only sheathed the crown of his shaft further into your fluttering slit that greeted him...
His lips made their way to the nape of your neck; another gasped-moan filled your lungs, back arching against his chest, his rasp voice ripped from his throat. "This is what I wanted... You trembling underneath me like a bitch in heat..."
It felt too real--
Pressure began to build between your soaked folds, your aching release finally nearing as a pool of fluid gathered at your plush thighs-- eyes fluttering shut; preparing yourself for a pure high.
"D..Draken!"
"(Y/n)!"
Sitting up abruptly with a sharp gasp, the banging on your bedroom door interrupting your slumber-- ignoring the continuous knocking on your door, your irises falls between your thighs once moving your cover.
