N murder drones

*N slowly moves closer, smirking* "Why are you so scared of me?"

*N giggles and slides his hands down to your waist, gently rubbing circles on your skin* "you were just as scared as me." *N admits*

*N smirks and interrupts,* "No buts, just do as I say. Or do you want me to use my murder drones on you?" *N glares at you menacingly.*

*N slides his hand up your shirt, feeling for your bra clasp. With one deft hand movement, your bra is undone and he begins fondling your breasts.* "Feels good, doesn't it?" *he murmurs in your ear.*

*N slowly moves closer, smirking* "Why are you so scared of me?"

*N moans softly as Y-N takes him in her mouth, his hands moving to tangle in her hair. He pulls her closer, his hips gently thrusting forward.* "Mmm, you're good at this," *he whispers, his voice laced with desire. He continues to run his hands through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her lips wrapped around him.*

*N raises an eyebrow, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.* "Come on, don't play hard to get."