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Papa Pig

Roadhog / Reader Pregnancy + Fluff

For the past few weeks, you’ve woken up with an overwhelming urge to throw up despite whatever you ate last night. This of course concerned you, and with the advice from Angela you cut any greasy or unhealthy food items out of your diet… That was five days ago. Now here you were, tapping your foot against the tile while waiting for the results of the test to appear. Mako had been worried about you for the better half of two weeks, and you assured him you were fine but he obviously still worried. He had even been so reluctant to go on his field mission today but you assured him you were just peachy- in reality, you needed him out of the house for awhile. You loved him with all your heart but even you had to admit he was nosy… And if this what you think it is, you want to tell him when you feel ready. Oh who were you kidding? Of course this what you thought. You were extremely late on your period, plus a few days before the sickness began, you and Mako had a bit of drunken lovely sex to celebrate a job well done... Mako was never a fan of condoms, hated the lack of feeling and it wasn’t like you two were exactly opposed to having children so it made sense just to go without. Lost in your thoughts, you almost didn’t realize that the timer was buzzing on the bathroom counter next to the test you had set there. In little black lettering it displayed something that made your heart skip a beat…

‘Pregnant’

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You had met up with Angela a few times in secret just to double check and to be sure and happily she announced you were about five weeks pregnant. The news left you light on your feet, a constant smile on your face as you prepared a plan to tell your large lover. He was away on a mission for the next five days, and you were planning on using this time wisely. Your idea was something simple and cute, something you knew would surprise him nicely. While you plotted, you happily told the closest friend to you two, Jamie, who went into a flurry of cackles and making jokes about buns in ovens.You then told the rest of the gang while they were gathered in the mess hall- well… It was more like you blurted it out because you were so excited. Everyone was so happy for you, Lucio joked about how the baby will be massive because of his father… Half of you worried that might be true. But the thought of a little chubby baby with Mako’s grumpy expression made you laugh, and it put your nerves at ease at each passing day till he came home.

Taking a slow, deep breath, you tried to clear your mind as you moved absent-mindedly into the living room to fiddle with the bow on the present. Mako would be home any minute now, you saw the dropship land from your kitchen window while cleaning up and the vertipad wasn’t too far away. Normally when he came home, he’d toss off his things including his mask, and then shower you in affection the moment he got his hands on you. He adored it when you would greet him at the door, his lovely little wife there to ease his heart after a long mission. He’d bend down and lift you up gently only to press dozens of sweet, tender kisses to your lips. He’d carry you to the couch and sit down with you on his lap, asking you how you had been, how much he missed you, what you wanted for dinner… It was a routine that you adored.

But this time, you sat on the couch already with the gift resting on your lap with a little smile on your face. You attempted to look casual when the door began to slide open, your husband coming into view in the doorframe. You immediately spoke up “Mako! Welcome home! H-how was your mission?” You were stammering already the moment he took his mask off. After being married for a few years you’d think you would get over the butterflies that filled your stomach when seeing his face, but that peppery white beard, the scars across his face, his septum ring with the little ball, his lovely kissable lips… It always left your heart racing. Your stammering left Mako raising a brow but he smiled at your blush. He shrugged off his gear onto the coat stand while making his way over to you, grunting slightly as he cracked his neck. “Was a pain, shit went south like always. How’s my girl been?” His voice was gravelier than usual, a sign that meant he had been slipping on the dropship… Poor thing must be exhausted. Standing up slowly, you make your way over to your ‘Hog’. Leaning down, he pressed his large calloused hand against your cheek and gazed at you with a loving expression. You blush softly and clear your throat, pushing out the present between you two as you steal a peck on his lips. “Got you a lil something. Open it!” You said giddily, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as his smile grew wider. Gently he pressed a long kiss to your forehead before scooping you up into his muscular arms, causing you to yelp from surprised. It made a deep chuckle echo through his chest as he sat down on the couch, splaying you across his lap.

“Something for me huh?”, He inquisitively asked, you simply nodded and continued to hold out the brightly wrapped box. “Just for you...”

You tried to keep yourself calm, nonchalant as he made quick work of the wrapping paper all while glancing up at you. The moment he began to slowly lift the lid of the box, your breath caught in your throat and you felt your heart might stop. Staring down into the box with wide eyes, he very delicately lifted up a set of three shirts. One was incredibly big, obviously meant for him when he lounged around the house. It was black with bold white lettering across the front saying, ‘Number 1# Papa Pig’. This left two more shirts in the box, one was much smaller meant for you, the same black color with white lettering, ‘Number 1# Mama Pig’, you were smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. As he slowly held up a little onesie he dwarfed in his hand, he began to tear up. ‘Number 1# Piglet’ was across the front, the pairs of clothing all had a matching little pig on it. “Y/N...”

You bit your tongue to stop the tears that threatened to spill forth from your eyes, shoulders shaking. Running his hand through his long white hair for a moment, he stared at it all in disbelief with tears threatening to run down his cheeks. Looking up at you with a soft, caring expression, he gently placed his hand on your cheek. “Is… are you serious?...” He asked so quietly, as if his deep baritone voice might disturb their growing child. The moment you nodded your head, the water works could not be stopped as he lifted you into his arms in a big hug. His face nestled into your neck as he laughed sweetly, tears coating the collar of your shirt from both Mako and yourself. Standing up quickly with you in his arms, he spun around in a circle while laughing so loudly the picture frames shook. “I’m a dad! Shit… I’m gonna be a dad!” Mako laid you down on your back along the couch, resting his head against your stomach very gently as if to listen. You ran your fingers through his hair sweetly, admiring the look of your dear husband, the massive and ‘terrifying’ Roadhog, cradling your stomach as if it were the most precious treasure all with tears streaming down his face. Glancing sideways, your eyes rested on the sight of the trio of shirts placed out on the table. He noticed you staring at the shirts and he grinned, sitting up a moment to toss of his chest straps. Grabbing his shirt off the table, he hurriedly put it on, backwards at first, which caused you to go into a fit of laughter. He fixed it to be the right way, a slight amount of his stomach poking out but he didn’t care for a moment. You reached up and placed your hand on his cheek gently causing him to nuzzle into it. He then placed his hand onto yours, dwarfing it inside as he placed a series of kissing on the inside of your wrist. Moving his careful kisses down your arm, his smouldering eyes gazing up at you lovingly, it’s obvious just by the look how much you meant to him. When he finally reached your lips, he pulled you into a slow and deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless.

“Y/N… I love you.”

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Sitting in the recreations hall, you watched lovingly as Mako spoke with Angela and Ana at length about childbirth, children, and all things on the matter. You, meanwhile, sat idly running your hands along your swollen six months pregnant belly that poked out from your shirt. Lost in your observations, it surprised you to feel a little poke to your belly button, followed by Jamie’s laughter. Raising a brow at him, he shrugged. “Wot? You got a lil’ eject button like Hoggie.” The way he described it made you laugh, looking down at your own stomach with amusement. A little soft kick was felt at your right side, it was common… Half the time it felt like your unborn child was running laps in your womb. Your stomach was nearly twice the size of any woman at the same months in pregnancy, and you knew your unborn child would be big just like his father. “Yeah, just like Mako. The baby will be big like him, maybe he’ll be protecting you, too.” This caused Jamie to place his hand over his heart, an expression of hurt clear on his face. “I’ll ‘ave you know, no rugrat ‘s gonna be doin’ squat fer me. Neither is Roadie, he’s gotta worry bout’ you. I mean, hell, look at ya! Yer fuckin’ huge mate.” He exaggeratedly motioned to your stomach, his arms spreading out wide in comparison. The moment he finished speaking, a large tanned hand fell on his shoulder followed by a gentle grip. You covered your mouth to contain a laugh, the look on Jamie’s face as Mako loomed over him with a glaring expression was always hilarious. Mako picked up Jamie from his chair, then sat him on the ground and instead took his place beside you. “Don’t call my girl big Jamison.” The command in his voice was thick like honey, but stern as ever… You couldn’t tell if it was a joke or an actual threat. Either way, it left Jamie nodded and moving to sit on the table next to you instead. Mako gently placed his hand against your stomach, his palm still dwarfed your frame even when twice the size due to the baby… But it was comforting to feel so protected.

“Hmm”, you hummed, eagerly watching Mako’s expression. The moment he had set his hand down on your stomach, the baby kicked up hard towards him.

“Strong lil piglet..” He joked, gently reaching up and running his thumb along your cheek.

“Just like their dad… Angela said because of how large the baby is, I might have to have a c-section or an induced labor a bit sooner than we planned.” You gently reach out to hold onto his hand which he gently squeezes, easing any fearful thoughts form your mind. His smile and calming presence always kept you grounded, made you feel sad and secure no matter what it was. Leaning in, he gently rested his forehead against your own while rubbing gently at your back. “”S fine… We’ll be fine…” He whispered softly to you, before gently leaning in to steal a sweet, light kiss.

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It was in the middle of the night, around one-thirty five in the morning that you jolted awake with a sharp whine. Your stomach ached, a painful tightness at the lower half of your swollen belly had woken you up. It wasn’t exactly anything new, and it had scared you many times before. Angela had said it was ‘braxton hicks contractions’ and it wasn’t anything to worry about… But that didn’t stop them from feeling painful, a pushing sensation followed by a sharp hitch of muscles that left you gasping and whining. Your noises had immediately woken up Mako, the large man sitting up to gently place his hands lovely against your stomach. Tears were beginning to form at the corner of your eye which he gently wiped away with his thumb, gently placing a kiss to your cheeks. His large hand ran up from the upper half of your back, to your lower half, kneading this large fingers into any knots he could feel all while whispering gently, sweet nothings into your ear. Every nerve of your body was on fire with pain; but the feeling of his large, gently hands working across your body began to slowly ease your body. You always hated waking up in the middle of the nights like this, whimpering in pain until coaxing hands soothed wave after wave of pain from you. His steady, calm breathing, his caressing, stable hands, and his sweet, caring words always managed to settle you down back into the lull of sleep. With half-lidded eyes, you look up at him one last time with a smaller smile. He leans down to press a kiss on the shell of your ear and whisper in a husky tone, “You’re okay Y/N… I’ve got you.” -----

On a colder fall night in October, Mako was making dinner like always for the two- three, of you. You were dying for italian, stuffed shells with garlic bread sounded like heaven for you, and Mako wasn’t about to let you raise a hand to make it. He always took on the job of cooking and cleaning with you laid up on the couch with a bowl of whatever sweets you had wanted resting on top of your stomach. It was all like any other night… until you felt something off. It was like a pressure inside, something akin to the braxton contractions but this was far more intense then that. The moment you had stood up, thinking you were going to throw up, your water broke. Immediately you called out to Mako in the kitchen with a panicked tone, and without missing a beat he dropped what he was doing to run to your aid. When he had noticed the fluids covering the floor and yourself, he immediately began calling Angela while gathering the emergency bag he had packed months before. The pain was so sharp and frequent after your water had broke, it felt as if someone was sitting on your stomach- the pain of it was causing you to sob softly. Tucking the phone underneath his chin, he immediately lifted you up into his arms and carried you off to the car in a rush…

Nine hours of painful labor, with Mako holding onto your hand the entire time, smoothing down your hair, reminding you to breathe, you gave birth at three in the morning, all the while Mako had never left your side for even a moment. It came to a great surprise that the baby you had expected, turned out to be two little bundles of joy. A little boy with curly black hair and darker skin, he was chubby and had your eyes… And your little girl, who had your hair color, and the same darker skin as her brother, she was much smaller and looked so fragile. The two were so pink, little cheek so round and full, screaming their little lungs out and kicking since the moment they entered the world. The moment Mako saw your son, he began balling with just how similar he looked to himself. When he saw your little daughter, he looked as if he had never witnessed someone so beautiful. Gently you rocked your son in your arms, the little baby sleeping calmly against your breast, while his sister kept crying so gently against you. Looking up at Mako, you smiled sweetly before looking back down at your little miracles. “You can hold her… She won’t bite.” His eyes got so big for a moment before his brows furrowed, a pained look clear across his face as he looked down at his lap. “What if… I scare her? Not exactly pretty like you… Plus what if I hurt her?” He sounded so concerned, looking from his large palms to your infants, his hands dwarfing the entirety of their little bodies. You just shook your head and sat up, gently handing off your daughter to him with the utmost care. Gently he supported the back of her head and rubbed his finger across his cheek, a little smile across his face… The moment he held her, her whimpers and cries had ceased, leaving her calmly looking up at Mako with a little smile before giggling... As she laughed, it was obvious Mako’s heart nearly broke from just how much love he felt in that moment.

Scooting in to sit closer to you, he gently rest his chin on top of your head as he stared down at your beautiful children. “...Love you, Y/N… And our little ones...” ------

“Tama, Kiri, you little brats better get inside before your father sees you!”, you shouted out the back door, your two little piglets were currently messing with the pet potbelly pig, Dot, by placing ribbons all over her. Tama was the first to jump up, rushing to the backdoor to look up at you with a little missing toothed smile. He looked so might like Mako, having the same face shape, little dimples, and he was even getting big for being only five. Rustling your hand through the curly locks of his black hair, you usher him inside before tapping your foot playfully. “Kiri… You know papa’s not gonna be happy with you messing with Dot..“ You walk off the back porch and scoop up your daughter in a flurry of her giggles. She’s the best parts of you and Mako, she had his stubbornness that was for sure. Tickling at your daughter’s stomach, she kicked her feet wildly while laughing loudly. “Mama nooooo!” She shrieked, causing you to laugh gently before releasing her from the tickle monster’s grasp. Putting your hands on your hips, you raise a brow at her as she puts her hands behind her back innocently. “Sorry mama... “ She mumbles, giving you that puppy eyed look that Mako gives you at times. You sigh dramatically and roll your eyes, holding your hand out to your daughter. “Alright c’mon, papa wants to take you two out for breakfast dinner. He said you can even eat all the cake you want.” You grin down at your daughter as you lead her inside, only to see Mako putting Tama’s little shoes on trying to teach him out to tie a bow. You place your daughter on the counter next to her brother, and gently kiss Mako’s cheek. He wraps his arm around your waist and dips you down low, peppering your face lovingly in a flurry of kisses which earns fake noises of disgust from your little twins on the counter. You turn to look at them with mock sadness, holding onto your heart and sniffling like you might cry. Mako then hugged you tighter to himself, placing a hand on his cheek with a frown. “Now see look what you did… Broke your mama’s poor heart.” He wiped a pretend tear away before making a series of fake ‘boohoo’ cries, bringing the drama up as you pretended to be dead in his arms, your tongue hanging out of the corner of your mouth.

The twins laughed and reached out to you, placing their little hands on your cheeks and forehead. “We’re sorry mama!” Tama says, placing a wet little kiss to your cheek as Kiri whines. “Don’t die mama!” After a moment you stand back up right with a grin, poking their little bellies with a laugh. “Mama’s fine. Daddy wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.” You nudge Mako who laughs and nods, gently placing a kiss to the back of your hand. Reaching out, you help Tama down from the counter and hold onto his hand, as Mako does the same with Kiri. In the middle, the two of you clasp hands and smile to each other before leading the excited twins out the door to the car.

All while wearing matching shirts that read, ‘Number 1# Mama Pig, Number 1# Papa Pig, and 1# and 2# Best little Piglets around.’

#Roadhog #Overwatch #Roadhog/reader #Pregnancy #Domestic life #FLUFFFFF

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Distracted

Shoving aside cans of petrol and half constructed explosives, Jamie slammed down the large sheet of blueprints they had nicked of a guard earlier that night. It was the perfect layout, giving the exact position of the security cameras but what it lacked was the guard routes. Well placed explosives along the exterior north wall could give them quick and easy access to the vault, but then they’d risk blowing up the entire north side of the building with all the loot. Maybe a little charge on the east wing door? A good entry point, take out the guards as they went, place a small mine on the outside of the vault door with charges so the damn thing would be blasted into next week… But that left just the alarm. With a huff, Jamie hastily scribbled away on sticky notes placing each along a different area on the layout- occasionally scribbling them out. He was too enraptured with the plans and the possibilities for heavy duty explosives to notice his behemoth of a partner Mako entered the room.

He loomed over the smaller man’s shoulder, gazing half interested down at the plans forming on the work table. What he was more interested was the man behind the plan, bent over the table hard at work with his ass sticking out just right… The fucker always knew how to get him fired up, even without trying. Stepping ever closer to the other junker, he waited to even make a huff announcing his presence until he was directly behind Jamie, his large belly pressing against his back. But the smaller Junker completely ignored him, not paying him any mind as he continued to jot down a note before switching to tinkering on a bomb in progress. With a grumble, Mako began to run his larger hand down the other man’s back, blunt nails digging into his skin as his calloused fingers worked down the taut muscle. As his hand went further south he had expected some kind of response from Jamie, but he was still greeted with nothing. Either a sign he had to earn his attention or Jamie was doing this on purpose.

Hiking down the other’s overly large shorts until they crumpled to the floor, he marveled how even to this day as they were loaded with more cash they knew what to do with, Jamie still went completely commando at all times. There was something thrilling to seeing him with such large shorts that could fall at any moment with nothing to cover him once they did. Running his hands down the curve of Jamie’s ass, he gave a firm squeeze, admiring how the flesh perfectly filled the space between his fingers. All the while, the other man gave him no damn mind and in fact was intensely focused on adding a pin to a hand bomb. Though, Mako was too determined and horny to give up now. Gripping firmly at the other’s thighs, he nudged Jamie’s legs closed to push those amazing muscular thighs together giving Mako a naughty idea…

Unfastening his buckle with one hand, he pulled his thick heavy cock out- already half hard just from running his hands over Jamie. Reaching underneath the work table to snatch the bottle of lube they kept handy, he smeared a large dollop onto the base of his cock only to slowly work it over the hardening flesh with a deep groan. Pouring a small handful into his fist, he smeared it between Jamie’s thighs before moving even closer to him- practically shoving him further against the table just with his weight alone. Placing his hands onto either side of Jamie’s hips, he slowly thrust his cock between the slick thighs with a hot moan particularly muffled by the gas mask he still wore. As he began to slowly build up a nice rhythm, the rutting being hard yet eager, he whined from the friction and lack of attention from Jamie.

For a brief moment, Jamie glanced back to see Mako thrusting away like a panting needy fucker he was. With a smirk, he turned his attention back to the wires in his hand. It wasn’t until Mako let out a louder whine and moan that he spoke up in a deep growl. “"Oi you having fun back there ya filthy piggy? Ruttin against me... Keep it down I'm trying to work." His tone was uncaring as he continued his work, a large smirk playing away at his lips. It was a power play, Mako couldn’t stand to be ignored and Jamie adored it when Mako lost himself in a whiny begging mess.

The command from Jamie to keep it down caused Mako to shiver and bite his lip, trying his best to contain all the little noises that threatened to come forth as his pace quickened. He wanted to desperately to be inside of him, to touch him all over, cum inside of him and finally get the attention he yearned for… Pulling the mask up over his mouth, he panted loudly with his tongue hanging out as his cock leaked a heavy amount of precum all over the expanse of Jamie’s thighs. He was getting so damn close… He could feel the heat coiling in his stomach and he couldn’t help but groan out loud followed by a long whine. With a few more huffing breaths, his pace doubled until he was shaking the whole table underneath the pair- knocking over a few things that Jamie had quickly caught like it never happened.

“J-Jamie please…” Mako moaned, his cock twitching heavily at this point as his knees began to shook. There was only so much he could take, any moment now he would lose himself in the pleasure but he knew that Jamie was the one who had to allow this. When his plea went unanswered, he leaned his head down to rest it against the other’s back, his sweaty forehead resting against Jamie’s shoulder. “Jamie… Fuckin’... Begging you… please… let me-” Before he could even finish, Jamie let out an annoyed tsk of his teeth and finally answered him. “Hurry up then piggy, fuckin listen to yourself. Beggin’ for me give you some. Cum so I can get back to work.” With Mako’s begging finally answered, he began to thrust with wild abandon- eager to reach his peak with the permission of Jamie.

It didn’t take long, the pooling heat built up so fast in his gut and he could feel his balls churning heavily until his eyes clenched shut- releasing his load onto Jamie’s thighs and some of his back with a deep heavy panting. After he finished, he slowly slumped back onto the ground with a heavy sigh, cock still twitching in the open cool air. That’s when Jamie slowly turned around, glaring down at the man on the floor beneath him. Raising his boot up until he was tilting Mako’s chin up to look at Jamie, he smirked with his cock in hand. “Ya got my attention mate… Not done with you yet.”

#roadrat #junkrat #roadhog #junkrat overwatch #roadhog overwatch #NSFW #distraction kink #power play #Thigh fucking

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BunnyRibbit Week 2017 Will Happen, Folks!

Hey guys, I’ve gotten a lot of great messages and comments about wanting a BunnyRibbit week for 2017. I’m so glad lots of people are excited about the prospect. It might happen either Late April or early May. However, please give me some topic themes or prompts you’d like to see that week! What’cha got for me?

#i'm gonna write #so hard

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Concert Chorus (Bunnyribbit)

The invitation was an innocent one, a fun wonderful night with Lúcio at one of his bigger concerts located in Numbani. None of his roaring fans minded the famous DJ bringing along a fellow celebrity like D.va to sit in the DJ booth with him as he performed; Hana had half a mind to live stream the event but as the music started she got too lost in the beat of the music to even act on the idea. The flashing, strobing lights that faded between shades of green, the beat of music with the thump of feet pounding away in dance on the floor below them, Hana understood why Lúcio enjoyed doing live events so much. After the last mission they had went on, it was nice to see him cut back and get into his element as a music producer. Hana leaned against the side of the booth, her body swaying slightly to the music as she watched Lúcio work the soundboards like a madman. She always had a thing for him, even before they met because of Overwatch- his music was something that drew her in but his personality was something else… Their relationship started out friendly but over time Hana and Lúcio grew so close that they were nearly inseparable. She even grew to love the embarrassing nicknames he gave her, several sweet words in Portuguese she never quite understood.

Looking up from one of the soundboards during a song transition, Lúcio smiled up at her and shouted over the music. “Liking the music so far bunny?” At his words, Hana moved a bit closer so he wouldn’t have to practically scream and she draped an arm over his shoulder. “Great tunes like always! When did you even have time to make these songs?” She spoke close to his ear so he could hear her over the bass blaring through the speakers not even four feet from them. He rubbed at the back of his neck with a sweet smile, their faces just inches apart in the dim flashing space of the booth. “During some short downtime between missions. Can’t let down the fans bun.” He turned to look back at the dancing bodies that filled the floor below, dances looking stuttered due to the flashing lights that illuminated everything at odd times. Pressing a button on the console, he shouted through a mic located next to him. “Y’all ready to break it down?! Let’s do this!” He then cranked the music up a notch and slammed his hand down on the soundboard to load up one of his faster and bassier songs from the playlist.

Hana nodded her head to the beat as she let her eyes close, the world just a dismal flash of color behind her eyelids. As she stood there, Lúcio couldn’t help but admire her in the dim lighting. To him, she was utterly amazing; a soldier young to defend her country from an omnic war, a world class gamer who could beat anyone anyday, an amazing hero and an amazing woman… Man he couldn’t help but adore that smile she had when she listened to his music, that laugh she did when he told a bad joke, or the way her body just felt so right close to his. That last thought left him blushing, turning his head quickly to look down at his hands resting on the booth top. Slowly he turned his head back up and was about to look at her once more. “Hey Hana I-” His words were cut off quickly by a pair of soft lips covering his own… Hana- Hana was kissing him! At first he locked up, unsure what to do- should he go along with it? Did she mean to do this? Where should he put his hands? But all those thoughts settled quickly when Hana guided his hands to her hips as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, the hand that guided his face towards the kiss still resting on his cheek. Eventually Lúcio found himself melting into the kiss, his arms naturally wrapping around her waist to pull her closer as he eyes closed. The kiss kept soft and sweet for a few moments before Hana lead Lúcio into the wall behind him, the kiss deepening considerably as they pressed against the wall.

Thankfully for the both of them with how the lights strobed, no one could really see into the booth so no one in the crowd of thousands saw the celebrity pair lip-locked in a heated kiss. Surprisingly it was Lúcio who first dared to let his tongue glide across her lips almost timidly but Hana quickly reciprocated, easing her tongue to tangle with his. Hana gently gripped a fistful of his dreads in her hand, pressing herself more firmly against him as his hands moved from her waist to her ass so slowly. The finally broke when the pair needed air, the two gasping and panting softly while staring into each other’s eyes for a moment. With a little snicker and a wicked smile, Hana dove her face into the crook of Lúcio’s neck causing him to gasp as she took a mouth full of his tender flesh between her lips. The groan that erupted from him was surprisingly deep as Hana sucked gently on the skin causing a lovely hickey to bloom on the side of his neck that’d surely stay for a good few days. A free hand roamed gently up the side of his shirt, her fingers tracing gently along the outline of his abs only to lightly scratch her nails along the taut muscle. Hana always knew how to drive Lúcio crazy, but damn this was a whole new level with no mercy in sight.

When Hana pulled away from his neck with a wet little smack of her lips, she giggled softly and ran her thumb along the new bruises. Her eyes roamed over his sweating and panting frame, only to see the very noticeable bulge from the front of his baggy pants. Hana bit her lip and mumbled a curse in her native tongue, before peeking back out at the crowd.

“Do you wanna… Y’know… Go somewhere more private?” The question wasn’t only one asking if he’d like to continue, but one asking for his permission, making sure he was okay with the idea.

Lúcio cleared his throat and nodded bashfully, reaching behind her to load up the next few songs before taking her hand into his to lead her off stage around the back without anyone noticing. The only real ‘private’ place was the storage area that had most of the amps and stereo projectors, a cluttered area where the music sounded muffled but still so loud. This wasn’t how either thought the night would turn out…

Once inside the room with the door locked, Lúcio bashfully stammered out, “Hana, y-you sure bout this? I mean… We don’t have to if you don’t want to-” His eyes went wide when he saw the girl of his secret affections in front of him quickly tossing off her baggy pink hoodie revealing a black bra.

He was guilty of thinking about situations like this but seeing the real deal was miles above what he thought about.

“Does that answer your question?” She smiled, slipping her hand back into his with a firm squeeze.

Lúcio smiles softly and nods, reaching out to gently hold her face in the palm of his hand. “Bun i’m down if you are but… Kinda missing rubbers. Wasn’t uh, expecting this.” He rest her forehead against hers, an arm wrapping around her waist.

Hana shrugged slightly, her chest pressing into his. “I don’t either, but there is still a lot we can do.” She winked, pressing a quick peck to his lips before leaning back slightly.

“Hurry up and get naked, don’t wanna keep me waiting do you?” She batted her eyes and turned her back to him, already shimming down the skintight pants she wore leaving Lúcio awestruck once more.

Snapping out of it, he frantically began to unbuckle his pants to toss them off to the pile of clothes she made along with his tanktop with his signature logo.

This left the two just in their underwear, Lúcio obviously pitching a tent in his tight green boxer briefs that left him bashfully smiling at her. Hana couldn’t help but stare at it as she struggled to strip off her bra, a slight mild annoyance coming from her bright idea to wear something complicated with far too many straps. He couldn’t help but laugh and walk forward, beginning to help Hana free of the restricting black bralet until it finally tumbled to the floor. Before Lúcio could ask what she wanted to do, Hana was already leading the way by leaning up to pull him into another heated kiss that turned into a full on make out while heated hands sought out the flesh of each other. Her hands ran her fingers down the divots of his hips before cupping the bulge through the fabric, her palm slowly running along the length of it. His hands timidly grasped the smaller handful of her breast, running his thumb along the swell of it to tease her nipple. The heavy petting and subtle grind against one another left the both breathless. Hana gently pushed him back to lay on the ground, giving him a loving kiss the whole way down until he rested against the shag black carpeting. She gently straddled his hips, giving a slow grind down into him causing the pair to shudder from the feeling of the clothed friction against each other’s awaiting sex.

Lúcio reached up to grasp her hips, giving a firm squeeze to her ass while he arched his hips up to grind harder against her causing Hana to groan softly. This was the first time in awhile he had felt such an urgent desire for someone, and not in a million years did he think he would it be for Hana. To see her, a picture of beauty straddling him looking beautiful in the way her face was flushed and how she softly groaned each time they grind together in blissful friction. He was so damn crazy about her… The clothed friction was nice, but he decided to be the bold one for once- reaching down, he ran his index and middle finger slowly along the wet spot along her panties which elicited a surprised yet eager moan from her.

‘Okay, this is a good sign, she’s not pulling back… C’mon man you’ve got this…’

Taking a deep breath and shoving back any worried thoughts, he moved the side of her panties out of the way and carefully dragged his thumb down along her clit with a teasing grind. Hana’s hips bucked upwards causing her to practically squeal, her hands reaching out to grip onto his shoulders as she brought her body down into his eagerly awaiting more. Her noises were encouragement enough for him to continue on, rubbing his thumb along her clit in slow circles as his index finger rang along the length of her slit that grew wetter by the second. Her nails began to gently dig into his back as his thumb quickened, the tip of his index finger prodding at her entrance before slowly easing in producing a gasp from Hana. Lúcio was so gentle and slow with her, treating her like a treasure he might break despite the fact Hana was a soldier, a seasoned war hero… It was nice to be pampered from time to time.

Eventually Lúcio brought Hana up towards his mouth as he laid back down fully, running his tongue lavishingly along her pussy only to suck her clit into his mouth causing her back to arch. His fingers joined the mix once again, two stretching out her hole brilliantly in a steady rhythm as he lapped at her clit like he was starving. Her thighs twitched and cradled his head as she held a fistful of his dreads, her wails and moans growing louder by the second.

"Ah, Shi-bal… L-Lúcio” She moaned, her native tongue dipping into her cries that grew louder as he added in a third finger. Hana tipped her head up towards the ceiling, grinding herself down into his tongue and fingers as she played with her left nipple betwixt her fingers.

“S-so good… Y-you’re great Lúcio… jol-la…” Her murmurs of encouragement was all he needed to put in all of his effort, his free hand keeping her legs spread as he battered her clit with his tongue- fingers moving with deeply within her with the speed of his tongue. All of his efforts had her shaking harshly, her moans loud cries that she hoped the distant music would drown. Pushing herself down into him once more, she orgasmed with a startled cry as her hips moved frantically with his tongue and fingers- eagerly riding out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally came down from her orgasm, she raised herself on wobbly legs off of Lúcio to rest beside him while panting heavily. He laid there with a large blissed smile, lips wet from her juices and his boner still pitching the biggest tent. Hana gasped at the sight of it, moving down to his waist to free it from his boxer briefs much to Lúcio’s relief. “Shit sorry… Didn’t mean to leaving you hanging.” She murmured sweetly as she leaned down to kiss the tip of his leaking prick, the sensation causing him to gasp.

“I-it’s okay. L-liked seeing you like… caralho…” He groaned, his eyes closing lazily as she licked the tip greedily. Grasping his girthy cock around the base, she slowly began to move her hand along the length.

“Well you did so well and were so nice… I think you deserve the same.” She giggled before taking the tip into her mouth only to find minor trouble fitting the rest in without gagging quite heavily. It wasn’t the fact he was too long, but it was the fact she’d never been with someone so girthy.

‘Next time… Next time i’ll make sure to give him the best head of his life…’ She thought to herself before removing her mouth entire much to his dismay and whines.

Turning around to face him, she leaned down and placed the leaking cock between her breasts. Looking right up at him, she began to work the length up and down with each breast, all the while licking at the tip. It wasn’t just the feeling on his cock that made this great, it was the look in her eye as she looked up at him that drove him crazier. Every time she went down, he couldn’t help himself but to thrust upwards towards her with a groan. This rhythm continued, gradually picking up the pace until she was practically milking his cock with her breasts. “Damn look at you… So sexy.” Hana murmured encouragingly as more precum smeared across her breasts, her tongue eagerly lapping up what she could from the tip. The compliments fueled his fire, his thrusts building up as the felt the coil of fire beginning to burn in the pit of his stomach.

“Fodasse… Close.” Lúcio groaned heavily, biting onto one of his knuckles and closing one eye as his hips continued to eagerly jump towards Hana. She noticed the visible twitching grow, but what she didn’t expect was the load that came forth nearly getting into her eye. As he emptied himself out onto her breasts he sighed and groaned, his only words were of his native tongue and broken english. Once he finished, he opened his eyes to peer down at her and was surprised to see just how much had covered her. Bashfully he sat up, reaching for his shirt quickly.

“H-hana! Sorry… D-didn’t mean to uh…” He stammered as she laughed, taking his shirt from him to wipe some of the cum off from her cheek.

“It’s okay!... But you got it in my hair too. You owe me dinner… and a game night.” She smiled up at him, cleaning the rest off herself the best she could.

He reached over to her, pulling her close to himself before placing a kiss on her cheek. “Deal. Just gotta finish that concert first.”

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