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oo3. gokudera hayato || khr drabble set
Nicotine [Gokudera Hayato]
Victim # 3: Gokudera Hayato
Theme: Smut and crack... utter, utter crack.
Prompt: "The woman in heels either knew him or was about to." –Stella Bonasera. CSI: New York
The taste of the smoke and nicotine from the cigarette that
Gokudera was indulging on a while ago was mixing from Gokudera’s mouth to Sora’s
lips, as their tongues wrestled in an insatiable fight for dominance. The
hungry growls and the soft mewls resonated through the air as Gokudera dug one
hand on to the waist of the smaller person he was now looming over as they
squelched themselves in a dark closet, effectively bruising the girl’s skin.
The slight pain was adding to the pleasure that Sora was drowning in right now,
sending her into a frenzy of various sensations and distracting her from the
fight for the dominance. Gokudera’s tongue explored every inch and corner
before he pulled back for a moment.
“Still not satisfied.”
His lips moved from the girl’s and started biting down her
jawline and further down to her neck , where he started nibbling, sucking and
forcefully biting every piece of skin as he clumsily hunted down that one spot
where he could effectively make her knees go weak.
“Nnaaaah~♥ ‘D-‘D-‘Deraaaah~♥”
Yep, that was it. That spot where her pulse was at its
strongest. He continuously nibbled, sucked and licked on the bleeding bite
mark, assaulting it with much roughness that only drove Sora into a frenzy of
pleasure. His hands fumbled on the fabric of clothing that stood between his
exposed torso and her own, as he immediately zipped down the hoodie that she
wore for the night, and almost tearing out every button of her white blouse in
raging frustration.
When his goal was achieved, he began playing with the
hooks of her tangerine bra (painting the girl’s cheeks with a bright Storm
color), as her hands wandered from the hot chest she’s been ravishing with her
hands to the smooth and silky silvery hair that was always the target of jibes
from her and Ryohei.
Mentally, Gokudera knew that seven minutes were going
to wrap up any moment, and he hesitated on pulling away. Sora sensed this
apprehension from the man who just made his mark (literally) on her. She pulled
a few strands of his hair to annoy him a bit and pecked his frowning lips. “We’ll
just have to continue this a little later, baka tako~”
The door of the closet swung open, and Tsuna’s head
poked inside. He could vaguely see an almost-blinded Sora, who covered her eyes
from the sudden bright light, and a scowling Gokudera. Apart from their facial
reactions, everything seems to be in order.
“Wah, Tsuna, could you tone down the lights a bit? It’s
really blinding.”
“Don’t order Juudaime around, stupid woman!”
The two stepped out of the closet in a fairly normal
fashion, Gokudera proceeding to light another cigarette and Sora adjusting the
hoodie that was cupping the rest of her hair. As she lifted her hair, the bite
marks and hickeys he left all over her skin revealed themselves to their maker.
Gokudera sighed, a slight pink tinting down his lips. He withdrew the cigarette
from his lips and forcefully shoved them through Sora’s smiling lips.
“Just to get you accustomed to the taste, woman.”
“HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!? YOU WANT BOSS TO
BE ADICCTED TO CIGARETTES?!?”
Though Arashi completely missed the hint by a mile,
Sora inwardly smiled.
“I think I might need to be familiarized with it,
though~♥”
And the silent looks that they shot each other meant
only one thing.
We'll be continuing where we left off, got it?
a;sldjha;sdlf I continued my drabble set after a long time QAQ
The prompt really had no connection to the drabble; I just felt like writing
a smut drabble when I saw that~
Anyway, it's my first time writing something as... detailed as that. Tche.
Blame the Seven Minutes In Heaven I've been reading so much about. :P
Anyways, I know that Target 3 should've been Yamamoto, but up to
now, I still have no clue as to what prompt I'm gonna
So, hai. Maia, Le Cheshire Cat, marionette14, Schizophrenia, Midnight Rose, Sasori the Puppeteer. I write stuff, including songs. Feel free to poke me, just not at the eyes. I need those.
I r always hungry, so watch out. I might bite you >3
I am artistic, but not inclined to painting.
I sketch when I want to, resulting in my short attention span.
I compose songs whenever I want to shout out my feelings but I can't.
I'm already contented with my latest crush, because he's plainly gorgeous and charming and... I should stop.
I'm a Taekwondoin, and I have medals to prove it.
I hate it when my broadband goes "Local" on me.
I love my Photoshop so much that I neglect GIMP now. Sorry, GIMP.
I can sing pop, rock and even rap. Off-key when I have colds, off-key when I like it, but I don't do soprano, only up to mezzo soprano and alto.
My senpai is Dei-senpai.
They say I'm a good role player, but I still lack skill, or so I tell myself.
I already claimed Gokudera Hayato, Hidan, Akasuna no Sasori, Uryuu Ishida, Syusuke Fuji, Death the Kid, Fye D. Flowright/ Fai D. Fluorite, Sebastian Michaelis, Recca Hanabishi, Wolfram von Beielefeld, Colonello, Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, and Kadaj. If you have any problems with that, I'll strike you with their arsenal.
I created a Twilight character with a low Mary-Sue score, compared with Edward Cullen or Bella Swann.
I'm a proud Team Jacob. He has an awesome eight-pack abs.
I laugh in the 'Net with "LOLFu", "Nyufufufu" or "Nyahaha".
