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ferrari-queenz · 2 months

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ೃ࿔ PRIVACY ISSUE ☾

mma!toji getting c*ckblocked by his own son

tags — nsfw, dad toji, unprotected, spit kink, creampie, size kink, dumbification, blowjob, breeding, cum dump, protective toji, pet names, spanking, toji cums a lot :p, needy toji, toji misses his wife, unexpected edging, daddy/mommy kink

notes — links are informational NOT nsfw links! OPEN THEM!!

the kid definitely hates him. he didn’t even have to say anything, toji knew. and don’t worry, it was reciprocated. toji would be deep inside you, kissing your lips, driving himself even further into your squelching pussy…

“feels so good ngh, good fhuck,” his grunts against your lips only spurring your whines.

“more, ah ah, t-uh-ji!” his dick was practically melting at your cries. he couldn’t stop, you felt so fucking good. especially with your tits bouncing with each thrust as you desperately whined trying to hold them still, they were still so sensitive.

“keep y’r eyes on me,” toji bites your lip, watching your lashes flutter open, coated in wet tears. fuck.

you were so beautiful. your nails racking down his back, shamelessly digging into his skin as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

beep! beep!

the baby monitor going off had your breath hitching as toji grunts. he buries his face close to your ear. he doesn’t stop rocking his hips into your warm tight hole.

“let him cry it out…” his jaw clenches as your pussy squeezes him. your neck craning to look at the monitor on the nightstand.

“I think he’s hungry.” fuck, you were so beautiful, he was practically trembling as you gave him a very sympathetic smile. “I didn’t pump, so it hurts…”

his stomach tightens, he never wants to hurt you so of course, he slowly pulls out, dropping his head to your shoulder, as you apologize. your thighs tremble from being edged so close, same for him. hand falling down to his base to calm himself. your lips part—

“don’t say sorry,” he kisses your neck, rolling off you. “go take care of the brat.” you hit his shoulder as he watches you throw on a robe and clean yourself with a towel. his eyes gaze up to the ceiling, dick hard as rock and still covered in your essence. the froth at his base making him ooze more from his tip.

with a sigh he pushes up, and annoyingly finishes himself in the bathroom. washing off, he grabs a pair of sweats and heads over to megumi’s room.

yes it was frustrating, but he still could never be mad at you. watching you feed your baby, your pretty hands stroking the messy spikes of his son’s hair. lucky bastard.

however, toji wished he can go back to those days. the days were at least he could fuck his wife where ever, whenever, since his kid still couldn’t walk and slept for most of the day. it was easy. he could come up behind you in the kitchen and rub himself shamelessly, because megumi is sleeping in the crib in the living room.

at least he could get some very needed relief after training. getting the most of your bigger than usual tits which he loved to handle making you flush with embarrassment because you were insecure about how big and sensitive they got.

bending you over as he pushed his pants down and tugged your own so he could fit his dick deep into your hole. your eyes rolling back as you grabbed the counter, a hand on your mouth to hold back the drawn out moan from the big stretch you’ll never get used too.

“what’s a pretty little slut doing in my kitchen?” he coos in your ear, making you glare at his stupid joke, just for him to give a sharp thrust up, sending a cry into your muffled hand which he easily secured around your mouth.

he didn’t stop until you were trembling and creaming around him and the little baby was still fast asleep.

in other words, it’s been perfectly fine, until you both hit a stump. and that specific stump was megumi’s very needy phase. the kid just turned five when he suddenly caught the biggest attitude known to man, and for some reason he could not leave you alone.

“what happened?” toji was on the phone, drying himself off with a towel.

he could already hear the concern in your voice. “the teacher called and said he’s in the nurses office’.”

“he alright? his cold passed already.” toji shifts the phone from his shoulder to his hand, now more attentive.

“they said he’s okay, but I’m gonna pick him up—“

“I’ll pick him up, it’s okay,” he knew today was an important day at work. it was difficult for you just to leave like that when you were going to pitch a new script in an hour.

“you have a match this weekend, you should finish your train—“

“I’m already in the car,” he lies, but still he’s grabbing his bag. you bite your lip, humming on the line, relieved toji can handle it.

of course, toji has been around megumi’s little school. he usually did drop off in the mornings, since it was on his way to the gym while you were in the other direction. but in other words, toji realized he’d never really been inside the school. he’d only done a tour with you early on, but drop off was just stopping outside the school with his car and megumi hopping out. the teachers already waiting outside to bring the students in since they were so young—

“where’s the nurses?”

the front desk lady almost had a heart attack. the sight of the big dark haired sweaty man, completely had her shaking. the hoodie tossed over his head and his wide shoulders was more than intimidating to anyone. the aura that surrounded him was unlike any other kindergarten parent.

“w-who exactly are you here for?” her voice was very meek and shaky. desperately trying to avoid eye contact.

“megumi.” he noted in his head the reason why you both chose this elementary school. it definitely was better secured than others. after checking his id, she immediately apologized for not recognizing him. everyone in the office spoke about the mma fighter. she just wasn’t expecting him to look like that.

“he has a cold or something?” toji asked the nurse.

“he came in saying his stomach was hurting, wouldn’t go back to class without groaning from the pain.”

….odd.

he took the two steps until he reached the curtain and pulled them back. a yelp escaped the little boy, dropping his Nintendo on his lap.

“where’s mommy?” the distaste was itched in his voice.

toji picked up megumi’s bag. “stomach hurts?”

“ya…” megumi sat up. looking around the room. “mommy picks me up…” he mutters.

“she’s still at work, caught her at a bad time kid, let’s go,” toji grabs megumi, lifting him easily with one arm. the boy pushes his father’s face back.

“I can walk!”

“thought your stomach hurt?” megumi falls silent, still holding toji’s face away until the man plops the kids back beside him and allows him to follow him out the nurse’s office. he stays a couple steps behind his father, a small pout dusting his lips.

“woah is that megumi’s dad!?”

“he’s so big!”

“his muscles are bigger than my head!”

megumi’s brows pinch as he hears the kids in the hall whisper and gush around him. he never understood what it all meant. all his dad does is stay in a gym all day then come back all bruised up, and you would have to get up and clean his bandages every day. he also latched onto you most of the time he comes back home. he felt like a parasite, megumi could never snuggle with you because his dad was always plopping himself beside you and pull you in.

but unlike his father, you actually work all night. typing and typing, megumi loved listening to the stories you’d make. your food was always the best. you picked out new clothes for him. bought him books you knew he’d like. but his dad….megumi has never seen him work a day in his life, and all he can cook is mac n’ cheese and other frozen stuff—

“you listening kid?” toji’s voice snapped him back to the present.

“huh?”

“you get into a fight or something?” toji looks at megumi through the front mirror. the kid looking out the window, arms crossed.

“no.”

“your stomach doesn’t hurt?”

“yes.” megumi snaps his head forward. “no it does hurt.”

“yes it doesn’t hurt?” toji raises a brow.

“no! it does!—“

“because you miss mommy?” megumi’s face goes pale. jackpot. “I won’t tell her.”

megumi does not find this funny. even as toji’s laugh rattles the car. instead he stays quiet as his father unbuckles his seatbelt and helps him out of the car seat. the two entering the large house as toji drops his bags at the side watching megumi wander off.

only an hour or so passes, when you finally arrive. bending down to kick your shoes off. the pattered sounds of running footsteps alarms you as you look up to see megumi already jumping on you.

“missed you,” he mumbles into your neck as he squeezes you close, standing up with him in your arms.

“I heard your tummy hurt?” you coo, brushing his unruly hair. megumi hums, holding you closer, only to spot his father leaning against the counter with a shit-eating smirk.

“how bad did it hurt?” toji taunts, catching your attention. instinctively heading to him, as you lean up, smiling once his lips connect with yours. eyeing megumi who has a deep death stare.

“it hurt a lot,” megumi glares. you round the counter to sit megumi on the chair.

“how’re you feeling now? did daddy give you medicine already?” you look over your shoulder to see toji biting his cheek to contain his smile. “what?-“

“yes I took medicine!” megumi snaps your attention back to him. “I’m hungry.”

“when you had a stomach ache last time, you couldn’t eat a thing?” toji questions. megumi feels like screaming, his cheeks steaming with embarrassment.

“this means you’re feeling better! I’ll get something started,” you kiss the little boys cheek, turning around to make eyes with your husband, a look that gave, what’s going on? he only gave you a wink in response.

“ahh, fuck toji,” you’ve gotten better at controlling your moans. but toji only found your breathy gasps and mewls against his ear even more attractive.

“deserve a reward for—shit—“ you’d spent hours up, writing your script and when it came time to pitch it to producers; you had to practice it over and over in front of toji and megumi. so when producers actually loved it and signed you on, you were beyond ecstatic. you were worried about megumi all day though which made you feel anxious.

“what’s with gumi today?” you remember, wondering what toji’s teasing was all about.

toji grunts, almost laughing. “he didn’t have a stomach ache. he just ungh missed you,” his lips press to yours. “I missed you too.” he bites your lip, your eyes fluttering. your heart warms at your son’s embarrassment.

“don’t tease him,” you pant, making toji chuckle.

“yes, mommy.” toji knew every single thing about your body, and he loved playing with you.

“wanna c-cum—fuck me…harder t…wan’ it!” you cry out, begging toji to get rougher. he bites your neck, pulling out with a small cry from you, you reach out to slip it back in, but his grip tightens around your waist, flipping you on your stomach.

“greedy today,” toji slaps your ass, watching it ripple against his big palm as he kneads the flesh, pulling your hips back as he grabs his cock. “tight fucking cunt—“ his grip tightens as he pulls your hips back to meet his. you bury your mouth into the pillow to conceal the scream-like moan. “fuck, ungh, dirty fucking girl, beggin’ f’r me,” his lips curl as you reach behind you. immediately understanding his pretty wife as he drops his hand over yours. you squeeze his fingers as he leans his face.

“kiss me,” you’re looking back with tears in your eyes, and he almost busts a bit too soon. he’ll never understand people who fall out of love, because he could never imagine not wanting you. touching you. kissing you—

“my pretty puppy,” he lifts your body up, arm wrapping around your torso as your head falls back to meet his wet lips. his abs clench as he feels your pussy squeeze him. your tongue hanging out, a tell tale sign of how close you’re getting.

“ah, t-ji…ah ha…cumin’” fuck, you still get so dumb on his dick. your stutters and empty head driving him to his peak. his hand slides down your torso to rub your puffy clit, so close to—

KNOCK knock KNOCK knock—

you gasp startled as you and toji fall forward, he holds a hand to your mouth as you unconsciously let out a whine. “fucking brat,” toji grunts as he pulls out.

“mommy?” megumi jiggles the door handle. “mommy—“

“yes baby?” you call out, voice hoarse and head foggy as toji kisses your cheeks, gently rubbing across your torso getting you back to your senses. you push forward, only for toji to grab you pulling you back to his chest.

“tell him to go back to sleep,” his hand falls between your legs, making your hips buck— you to pull away.

“he gets nightmares,” you grab a towel, cleaning yourself quickly before slipping on shorts and one of your husband’s shirts.

“he’s doing this on purpose,” toji aggressively grabs the sheets covering the not so PG rated scene. his dick was throbbing painfully. he’s never been fond of edging.

“he doesn’t know anything,” you scold him, not before rushing over to him, kissing his lips. his hum makes you smile as he rubs the back of your neck, his grip tightening only for you to pull away with a guilty smile. he sighs dropping his head back watching you open the door to find megumi with a hand over his eye, yawning.

“why aren’t you sleeping?” toji leans on his arm, watching you coddle the boy.

megumi pouts at his fathers comment. “b-because….”

you stand up with megumi in your arms as you walk back to his room. your hand brushing his hair.

toji falls back on the bed. eyes piercing the ceiling.

“he’s in one of his moods again…” gojo, toji’s sparring partner, mumbles to shiu.

“what happened?” shiu looks at gojo icing a cut on his lip while toji tightens his gloves with his teeth, pounding them together.

“let’s go!” his roar startled the other trainers on his team.

it wasn’t uncommon for toji to be in his “moods”. I mean it used to be a very common thing a couple years ago. however, no one will say it to his face, but he’s definitely gotten much softer and calmer after marrying you. he’s thrown some fits when megumi was a couple months old, but he’s been calm since then.

“toji!”

your voice suddenly had the fighters eyes brightening. holding your hand tight was megumi. his eyes wandering around the punching bags. he’s been to the gym before, but only with you.

toji used to bring megumi frequently when he was a baby, but after he started registering things, you didn’t want him around all that fighting, afraid it’ll rub off on him—

“megumi!” gojo rushes over, the entire gym flipping over at your son’s appearance. the spitting image of their grumpy idol, but a cuter more innocent version. gojo having a very annoying way of pampering the boy.

“how’s it going?” you ask toji, climbing into the ring as gojo watches (bothers) megumi, along with shiu.

toji meets your lips. “good.”

you lean back, fingers brushing the scar on his lip, noticing the distance in eyes. that’s when you notice he’s looking at a certain little boy. “toji?”

“he’s got it out for me,” he whispers to you, megumi was looking at toji curiously. you hit the man’s shoulder with the back of your hand.

“he’s a kid, he doesn’t know anything. and about last night—“

“don’t bring it up,” he drops his head on your shoulder, sighing as your fingers brush his nape, gently scratching it just the way he likes. “fuck, you felt so good.” he groans, “definitely would’ve knocked you up with the load i was gunna give ya.” your ears sting at his vulgar confession. “left me in the dust.”

“not my fault,” you murmur, surprised your voice was leveled.

“i know,” his big arms, are wrapped around your waist and shoulders completely. hugging you close as his glare settles on the urchin haired kid.

meanwhile, shiu, gojo, and the others are huddled around megumi talking about none other than.

“my dad is not cool,” megumi rolls his eyes, arms crossed as gojo is kneeling in front of him, ice pack on his lip.

“he most definitely is, the guy is superhuman! he moves so quick!” one of the other fighters gush, other agreeing. they all talk about toji as if he’s some super celebrity, like the way his friends also talk about him. megumi isn’t an idiot, he knows toji is a famous fighter, but that doesn’t mean he knows how good.

the more his father’s team praises his dad, the more megumi’s curiosity peaks.

you look over to smile at megumi, who obviously is growing very annoyed at gojo, shiu and the other team who are now coddling him. after wiggling his way out, he makes his way over to you, only for toji to be the one to left him up. megumi frowns, leaning his arm on his father’s shoulder propping his big cheek on his hand with a pout.

“you hungry?” you joke at his expression.

megumi looks away from you, odd, over to toji, who’s laughing at the boys reaction. “can I go to your match tomorrow?”

huh?

you and toji immediately exchange looks.

“you wanna see your old man fight?” toji’s lips curl up into a teasing smile.

megumi nods, “ya.”

you bite your cheek, contemplating. he was older now, albeit still a kid. your eyes shift to toji unsure.

“if the kids wants to go, then…” toji definitely was not the man he used to be. you could read him like a fucking book. as much as he was complaining, and mumbling how pent up he’s been these past weeks because of “the brat”, he most certainly cannot hide the simple truth that he wants megumi to see his match.

“then i guess we’ll have to go to sleep early tonight,” you smile, noticing megumi’s small smile, not too obvious.

megumi stayed close beside you. shifting from holding him in your arms, to letting him walk beside you. his cute ears were covered with headphones because of how loud the stadium is. along with some guards to watch over you both.

toji was warming up when you both walked into the lockerroom. your hand stayed in megumi, not letting him go over to his dad, knowing not to disturb his mindset right now.

megumi tugged on your hand, ushering you to his level so he can whisper in your ear. “why is daddy angry?” however, because of the headphones, his whisper, was more of a shout.

you stifled a laugh, especially when everyone in the room, including toji, heard.

“gumi!”

the boy jumped at the booming voice. looking over at his father waving a hand to come over. megumi cocked his head up at you, but ultimately let go and made his way over. toji grunts as he lifts him up, sitting him on his lap.

“getting heavier kid,” he smiles when megumi looks away trying to hide his own smile. “don’t cry when i prove to ya how strong i am.”

you roll your eyes at toji, as does megumi who crosses his arms as well. either way toji ruffles the kid’s unkept hair before standing up. megumi’s eyes gaze up, noting how tall and big his father is. and he remembers what his friend yuuji said to him in class today.

your dad looks like he’s the strongest person ever! my dad always watches his fights and he also says your dad is crazzzy strong! I’m training to be super strong too! I’ll be the next best fighter ever!! megumi also recalls the way yuuji was flexing his nonexistent bicep muscles, slapping them with the other hand as if their huge.

you come up, holding megumi’s shoulders as your eyes meet toji’s dark ones. his fingers tilt your chin up, megumi staring up from the middle as his father leans closer, lips brushing your ear.

“I’ll earn my reward tonight.”

your cheeks sting as he comes back, pecking your lips, before his hand falls over megumi’s head, ruffling his hair even more, distracting the kid from toji deepening the kiss for a moment, satisfied enough to pull away , teeth pulling at your bottom lip. he tilts your chin up again, lips curled up at the lustful eyes you give him. thumb tapping your bottom lip.

toji averts his attention back to his son. “wish me luck.”

megumi is silent as he watches toji’s teams crowd him as they lead him out to the stadium. shiu stays back with you and megumi and has you both escorted to your seats. gumi’s small hand grips yours tightly as you watch the stadium cheering and clapping.

you like taking pride in being megumi’s favorite, especially when toji’s trying to win an argument and you ask megumi who’s right and he’ll always point to you, not even bothering to look up from the tv screen.

nonetheless, you can’t help but smile when you notice megumi’s eyes light up when the stadium lights start to dim and dark blue flashes start to flicker. your heart is definitely very warm because you know how toji’s entrance usually is accompanied by red lights, but i guess when he asked you this morning if megumi’s favorite color was still blue, this is what he meant.

megumi was standing on his seat, next to you, arm around your shoulders as you kept and arm around him for stability, letting him get a better view as his father stepped into the stadium. loud music ensuing as the crowd got riled up.

your heart was beating fast, cheeks slowly crawling with heat as you watched your husband. he always looked like someone straight out of a movie. but then he’d casually glance over. his deep green eyes meeting yours and looking at megumi. the little boy felt chills at his father’s gaze. he’s never understood what people meant when they called his dad cool, but maybe that’s what it’s like. seeing the entire stadium cheering for him even before the match has started. how the crowd is split between his fans and his opponents fans.

“how good is daddy?” megumi leaned down to you. your hand holding his tummy, so he doesn’t fall forward.

“he’s very good!” you could tell megumi was scared, especially when his opponent was some guy with crazy pink hair and vicious tattoos that littered his entire body. even his dad didn’t have face tattoos!

was he scared that maybe his dad wasn’t that cool? maybe he really was just the dad that drops him off at school, and teases him all day….megumi felt his heart beating faster when his opponent threw a vicious first punch, immediately putting distance so he can throw a powerful kick straight into toji’s ribs.

you could feel megumi’s hand tighten around your shirt, his other hand balled into a fist as he watched toji take a direct punch to the face.

toji had been preparing for this fight for weeks. someone challenging his title always had a big publicity boost. and sukuna was not just any old player.

so when toji was placed into a headlock, you almost felt your stomach coil, and megumi bit his lip. his eyes welling up as he inhaled sharply….

“DAD! i said good luck!” megumi’s loud scream only seemed to echo even louder since your seats were near the cage.

toji couldn’t help his shit-eating grin, blood coating his chin. first time he’s heard the kid that loudly, he shouldn’t disappoint.

megumi felt his hair fly up when his dad gave him a wink, and like a switch happened, he immediately turned the tables on his opponent. you hadn’t seen megumi so worked up…ever. he was jumping on his seat cheering, as you stood up. toji held his opponent to the mat, after a couple seconds sukuna finally submitted.

the crowd was on it’s feet, creating echos of noise as they cheered for their victor! megumi was clapping as he looked at you.

“dad was so cool!!! he was moving so fast!” he was definitely worked up, his little cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

“well I’m not someone that likes to brag,” toji appeared before you as megumi immediately jumped up. catching the both of you so off-guard. he only did that to you, but toji took it. lifting the kid in his arms as megumi gushed to him. i guess he did have some of your traits, the way he babbled on and on, and made crazy gestures with his hands.

the cameras had a field day as megumi sat on toji’s shoulders as he answered a couple questions.

by the time you arrived home, megumi was completely knocked out.

toji carries him to his room. you’re in the kitchen when he comes back, you made a protein shake for him, after exerting so much energy.

“he was screaming the entire time,” you hand him the cup, watching as he chugs it. “never thought I’d see him so loud.”

“had to make him like me somehow. he never leaves you alone,” toji saunters over to you, his hands trapping you against the counter, leaning down. “needed mommy to give me a reward, didn’t i?”

you scoff, “don’t act like you didn’t want his approval.” toji doesn’t respond. “the blue lights?”

“sukuna’s entrance also had red, so i needed to stand out,” he gaslights, making you laugh.

“you’re such a softie you know that?” the little jabs you give him never gets old, especially when it’s about your kid.

“if i say yes, can i finally cum in ya?” he licks your lips, smiling at the flustered daze in your eyes. “had to cum on myself for weeks,” he groans, remembering how he’d finish himself off every single time.

“ ‘s not my fault,” you sigh as he kisses down your neck, his own hand falling between your bodies.

his voice vibrates against your skin, as he picks you up, placing you on the counter. “you baby him.”

“I do not!” you do.

he pulls away, a deadpan expression so clear he doesn’t even have to say it. you bite your cheek, looking at the kitchen wall. but toji returns to your lips nibbling at the skin as his hand pushed up the pretty top you wore for his match.

“mmm, toji?” your lips pull away, he hums tongue licking at the cut on his lip. he’s definitely gotten used to kissing you after matches, the stinging now adding to his own pleasure. he waits patiently for you to keep going. your hands gently holding his face as you look over the deep bruise on his cheekbone. “I’m sorry about last night, and the nights before.”

his green eyes settle, gently. hands coming up to pull your shirt over, arm snaking back to unclasp your pretty bra, his hand situated under your jaw as he tilts your head up. “now why’re you apologizing?”

“well because……i feel bad,” you murmur, embarrassed that this man can still make you blush like an idiot. exposing you so openly to his eyes. your nipples perking up from the cool breeze.

“don’t,” his thumb slides up to your bottom lip, massaging your adorable pout away.

“you were literally complaining about it,” you roll your eyes, unconsciously arching up when he lifts your chin higher.

“when did you start taking my jokes so seriously? is my princess forgetting who I am?”

“yes she is,” you cock your head. “I think she needs a reminder.”

his lips curl up along with a brow. “fucking tease.” he captures your lips, tongue wet as he licks your lips, smiling once you part them to allow the kiss to go deeper. his grip behind your neck warming your skin. “missed you so much,” he groans, feeling your hand rub over his sweats.

“I know,” you bite his lip, making him wince at the pain, the stinging of the cut sending blood rushing south. you knew him too well. “I’m all yours,” your palm rubs a little harder around his tip, making his hips jolt. “daddy deserves attention.”

the stupid nickname was something you only used to address him around megumi, but hearing the name right now, suddenly sent a different feeling coursing through his head. “fuck.” he grabs your hand, rocking his hips against your palm as he leans down, kissing and biting at your tits.

“you like that?” you taunt, “daddy wants his reward,” you coo, petting his hair as he kisses your nipples, sucking one into his mouth, he’s so rough. his bite making you yelp. “want something for being such a good boy—wha!—“

you were suddenly on the ground, heart beating fast because toji had moved in the blink of an eye. you hate how fast he is sometimes, especially when he scares you like that.

“getting all cocky after edging me for weeks?” his pants were pushed down, along with his shorts and boxers. allowing you to be face to face with the familiar length. a blush immediately spreading across your cheeks at how worked up he is.

“barely touched you,” you kiss his tip, not without your shit-eating grin making his abs clench. why are you so fucking hot?

“open up,” he grabs his base, slapping his heavy dick on your cheeks, something he only did when you were…well acting like this. you can’t stop now, your smile spreading even more when you give him a look.

“you haveta say please.”

“what happened to reward?” his jaw clenched, tip oozing only for you to press a thumb across his slit licking the bitter taste. “fuckkk, please—now open up-ah fuck!” toji grabs your head as you lather his cock with your spit. “fuck.” kissing his base, just to get him even more worked up, knowing how much he loves seeing how big his dick is laying across your face.

“my wife’s so slutty,” he sighs, brushing your forehead where his tip oozes a little on your face. you come back to his tip, grabbing his base as you take him into your mouth. “good girl.”

your stomach is full of butterflies. you love giving toji head, he always looked so hot from this position, especially post-match, his bruises still prominent and he was more needy. letting you baby him and give him head first.

a few tears slipped down your cheeks as toji held your head, cooing everytime you hum around him. “look at me, mommy,” he grunts, balls swinging as you curl your hands around them, playing with his sack making his hips jerk. “shit,” you edge him closer, his heart beating quicker as you gaze up with your big tear filled eyes. the love of his life, the mother of his child, the most beautiful girl in the world—

“fhuckk,” his grip his tight on your head as the knot in his stomach snaps, blowing his load into your mouth. you pull away to breathe to catch your breath for a second, but he’s still cumming, ruining your face. you open your mouth again and milk his cock for more. “atta girl, fuck just like that….swallow all of it,” he sighs, brushing your hair as you swallow so much of him. unbothered as it falls on your tits, your free hand collecting the mess and spreading it on his happy trail making him shudder. dirty girl.

your breathing heavily as he bends down, capturing your lips, smiling even bigger because your mouth is empty, having swallowed every single drop.

“miss my cum?” he pulls away.

you nod, throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him close so he was just inches from your face. “that’s not all, right? baby boy wants to cum inside me?”

“fuck,” he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “you like talking being a dirty fucking slut?“

“i know you like it,” you make the man laugh, because there was a blush coating his cheeks. you always surprise him. “wait the clothes,” you shuffle away, trying to grab the clothes before you head upstairs, but toji keeps a tight grip. slapping your ass.

“i got it, stay still,” he bends down to grab his pants and your things. he starts making his way upstairs, your tongue kissing and licking his face. the door quietly closing behind him, as you continue falling deeper and deeper into your head.

“mommy all horny now?” he coos, laying you on the bed as you buck your hips up.

“take care of me,” you whine. there’s his wife, so whiney and bratty. his lips meet yours, teasing you with his knee, watching you buck your hips against it.

“thought this was daddy’s reward, not mommy’s?” he pulls away, making your lip open, they were all wet and puffy from how much you’ve been kissing.

“you like it when i cum,” you hold his face, using the biggest doe eyes that always have him twitching, your pretty tits squeezed together as you brush his raven hair back. “wanna cum for daddy….uh I’m so wet.” fuck, since when does role-play work so well on him?!

“fer daddy, aye?” he pulls your pants down, easily maneuvering your legs up so he can pull them off, your little thong soaked completely through. “you came already?”

your finger plays with your bottom lip, a tell-tale sign of your guilt.

“missed tasting you,” you lean up, wrapping your arms around the man, arching into him as you kiss his cheek. “you came so much….want you to cum inside me now,” your hand held his, pressing it between your legs making him groan at the slick that slips down his fingers easily. “want you inside me, daddy.”

his cheeks were stinging so unbelievably turned on by you. “ y’r fuckin’ killing’ me,” he groans as you slide your adorable panties to the side, head dropping against his as you watch his fingers sink inside you, more slick oozing down as you rub your hands up his neck. his deep green eyes half-lidded as he watches your face twist in pleasure. “look at me.”

his heart skipped a beat at your pretty lashes fluttering up to meet his. “gun….cum,” you pant, jaw dropping as toji holds your waist up, already feeling your body shake as he quickens his fingers inside you, feeling you squeeze around him.

“there ya go,” he praises, rubbing your clit in vicious circles, until you’re falling over. “shh baby, inside voices,” he coos, grunting once he feels your face press into his shoulder, cumming around him with a muffled cry. soaking his hand.

you barely have time to catch your breath, as he lays you down across the bed, tossing the drenched panties aside. his face between your legs making you cry out.

“what’d i say?” toji snaps, pulling away.

“I’m sorry,” you hold a hand to your mouth, put toji notices the way you clench around nothing. so he rubs his fingers through your sticky folds, and decides to do something he hasn’t done in awhile. pinch your clit.

you couldn’t stop the cry for escaping this time. tears filling your eyes as the man’s face sinks.

“not gun’a listen now?” his body flips you over. “show ‘me y’r pussy,” he demands. tongue peaking out to touch his scar.

“it’s embarrassing, toji,” you blush, breaking the little roleplay, because you really didn’t mean to moan that loudly. it’s been a few years now of toji training you to only get loud when he’s got his lips around yours. but you were acting like his little slut again—

slap!

your body jolts, pussy stinging at the slap he just gave you.

“embarrassed to show daddy your hole?” he rubs your pussy, his mannerisms so clearly inviting that you can’t help but sink your body lower, arching your back further and spreading your legs even more. “there we go, mommy’s so good,” he praises, making you whine.

“fuck me now,” you wiggle your hips, smiling when you feel his bruised knuckles brush your sopping pussy, playing with your clit.

“ya gonna stay quiet?” he leans over, kissing your lower back, his face lowering to lap at your pussy. you whine, rolling your hips as toji sucks your slick into his mouth. “ah fuck, need ya,” he suddenly looms behind you, pumping his dick aggressively.

you’re eyes are looking back, complete drool escaping your lips once his big hands splay over your back, lining his tip to your pulsing hole.

his tip pushes past your slick, you were so ready for him to thrust his full length into you, but this slow sinking in was much more mind numbing. your eyes slowly roll back as he fully bottoms out.

“take me so well,” he groans, leaning over to kiss your shoulder over and over, fingers lacing around yours as he slowly pulls his hips back and going back in.

“toji,” you turn, lips falling open as he groans. his dick was fucking melting at how good you are. the slow pace was tantalizing.

“baby?” his fingers curl around your face, leaning down so his lips are close to your ear. his voice was deep and filled with heavy pants, “gunna fuck you like ya want, so don’t wake up gumi, kay?”

you nod quickly. “kay.”

your eyes completely cross and toji was so unbelievably ready to fuck your brains out. all his pent up sexual frustration and his longing for you was so strong and overwhelming. he was fucking you so roughly, not just piercing your deepest spot, but sliding through your walls as his head went back.

his hand closed over your mouth as you came around him. a babbling mess when he pulled away and turned you over on yer back.

“toji,” your mind was foggy as you reached out for him, legs pressed to your head as he gave you a toothy grin.

“what happened to daddy?” he slipped his tip back in, holding your sweaty thighs down as he pulled back and slammed into you. the position always making him reach the deepest parts of you. he pressed into your tummy as he kissed your cervix too many times.

“da—ddy,” your lips fell open, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he leaned down, lips melting into yours. you sucked on his tongue, as his spit collected in your mouth, always his little puppy. his chest pushed you into a deeper mating press.

“mommy likes daddy’s dick that much?” he grunts feeling you clench around him, it was getting easier to make you cum tonight. he felt a bad for making it seem like he was the only one that missed you, when it was so obvious tonight how much you also missed him.

he picks up the speed. his heavy balls slapping your ass making the room echo of fwap-fwap and your beautiful cries. “tell daddy how much ya want it, fuck cmon,” your eyes were filled with bubble tears.

“want it so much….want daddy’s cum! want my tummy full— ah ah toji!” your eyes slowly cross as he watches you get closer and closer, nails digging down his biceps.

“gunna fuck make mommy have another b-ungh baby.” the role play was getting into his head, reminding him of how fucking beautiful his wife is, solidifying the image that yes, he’ll fuck her until the day he dies and give her as many fucking babies as she wants.

the moment your eyes crossed, his hand fell over your mouth, completely loosing all sense as you came, crying into his hand pushing toji immediately too. his dick was pulsing, dumping ropes and ropes and ropes of his cum. head falling to your shoulder as he fucked your pussy through his high.

his body was on autopilot, lazy thrusts following his desires. he couldn’t stop cumming, the squelch and oozing that slipped out only had more spurts shooting out of his tip. completely coating your insides in white warmth. “to..ji,” your soft call had him sliding your legs down to his waist, lifting his head so gently, his own head going dizzy just by your expression and the amount he’s spilled inside you. you were the most beautiful, precious soul in the world.

“love ya, baby,” he whispers, kissing you. you sigh, combing his hair as he gives a full body shudder, staying still for longer than usual before pulling out. he takes a moment to peck your lips before huddling over to the bathroom, cleaning himself off and returning to wipe you down.

tossing the towel aside, making you huff, he falls beside you. you roll over brushing his hair, as your eyes grow heavy. his hand coming up to caress your adorable cheeks. he guesses he really did a number on his pretty wife. smiling to himself for the victory.

knock. knock. knock!

your heart jumps into your throat. “why is he awake?” you whisper yell, toji rubs the bridge of his nose, only to wince remembering the bruise there.

“as if you weren’t screaming yer head off,” he deadpans. your cheeks flare, annoyed at yourself, but then again—

“well—“

knock, knock knock!

you wince when you try to sit up. fuck, toji didn’t hold back at all. his brow quirks, only to grin mischievously—

“dick, go answer the door!” you shove him back, still struggling to sit up when toji cackles, grabbing a pair of clean pajama pants and tshirt (to hide the new scratches) heading to the door. you’re able to sit up and toss on a shirt once he opens the door.

“what’s up?” toji looks down at the kid, his little head tilted up as he rubs his eye, stuffed animal in his arm. megumi is silent.

your brows pinch, noticing megumi holding onto toji’s pant leg. the fighter, places a hand on the boy, before kneeling down, his thumb brushing the kid’s bangs from his forehead.

“still having those nightmares?” megumi nods.

“sum monster was screaming,” he explains. you hold your breath, cheek flaring.

“ahh ya those monsters are real loud sometimes,” toji has to do everything in his power not to laugh because he can already feel the embarrassment and anger coming from you. “but they’re not real, so it’s all good.” he pats the kids head. but that doesn’t help.

“can you sleep with me?” megumi is looking at the ground when he asks.

“mommy isn’t feeling—“

“not mommy…you.” the simple, quiet muttered words do a little too much for toji. his eyes so wide and his lips falling open. megumi looks back at his dad after the silence gets too long. “what—“

“nothing!” toji grabs the kid, lifting him up. megumi automatically sinks into his father’s arm resting his head on his shoulder, unconsciously feeling very safe. his dad is a superhuman after all.

toji doesn’t hold back when he looks over his shoulder at you and sticks his tongue out.

once the two disappear down the hall, you’re left alone. stuck to the bed. head hitting the pillow as you gaze up at the ceiling.

so this is what toji felt like.

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ferrari-queenz · 3 months

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Okay hear me out...what about Batsis and Roy chilling in her apartment and some of her siblings stop by unexpected (and they don’t know they’re together) so he has to hide in her closet or under her bed or smth😭

I love roy and batsis. there just so cute together! it's a bit scandalous at the beginning but otherwise pretty fluffy

Straddling her boyfriend's lap as the two of them made out was one of the few times that Y/N found true peace. His soft lips moved against hers as his hands squeezed her hips. Eventually, her hips would find a rhythm as she ground against the bulge in his pants. She lifted her shirt over her head to reveal the lace set she was wearing underneath her clothing. The burgundy set complimented her brown skin.

"Damn Y/N," Roy said as his fingers began to trace the outline of bra cups. He kissed the valley between her breasts and she gasped.

"I bought it just for you," She admitted a bit flustered. Roy was the only person who could break her of her confident demeanor. She could be vulnerable with him and he liked being that person for her. Unfortunately, the moment was ruined by a knock on the door.

"Were you expecting anyone?" He asked her while scrunching his eyebrows.

"No, they'll probably go away. Where were we?" Y/N said leaning in to kiss him again. Her hand was wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him closer to her. Roy's face had a slight pink flush as his tongue entered her mouth. He unhooked her bra from behind and his hands began to pinch and twinge her nipples.

"Y/N, it's Dick and Jason," The other side of her door shouted with a few more knocks. The couple froze, staring at each other. They had not told anyone about their relationship yet, especially her brothers who happened to be his best friend.

"Shit," She spoke looking for a top to put on. She grabbed what happened to be Roy's hoodie.

"Why is it both of them?" Roy asked standing up and gathering his boots. His attempt of trying to leave no evidence behind was going okay. He was also trying to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

"I don't know. Hide in the closet," Y/N practically pushed her boyfriend into the closet of her living room. She gave Roy a small peck before shutting the door. He stood as still as possible not to raise any alarm to her brothers just outside of her apartment.

"Hey, what're you guys doing here?" Y/N asked, trying to pretend that nothing was going on.

"Just visiting. Have I seen that hoodie before?" Jason wondered aloud. He couldn't quite place where he had seen that apartment before. He just knew it seemed a little too familiar.

"Yeah, 'cause it's mine," Y/N played it off as best she could. Roy almost snorted hearing this interaction. He was doing his best not to bring awareness to himself. He could only imagine how that would turn out.

"Are you gonna let us in?" Dick asked after noticing how they were still standing in her apartment's doorway.

"Still thinking about it," She muttered as she let her brothers in.

"I always forget you have the nicest apartment," Dick took notice of the view of her highrise apartment. Y/N's work as a model, actress, and philanthropist paid well.

"Maybe we should've been socialites instead of vigilantes," Jason joked as he looked at one of her paintings.

"Sucks to suck," Y/N tried to discreetly slide her bra under the couch. Luckily, her brothers were a bit dense. They were almost on their way out when they heard something from the closet. It resembled a sneeze.

"What was that?" Jason asked, pointing to the closet in question.

"What was what?" Y/N asked, standing in front of the closet. She wasn't sure if that move made it more or less suspicious.

"That," Jason lightly pushed his sister out of the way and opened the door. Roy stood shirtless in the closet waving at his two closest friends.

"Roy?" Both Jason and Dick exclaimed. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. Jason could finally remember where he had seen the hoodie. It was Roy's and he wore it frequently.

"Jason, Dick. Hey," Roy said stepping out of the closet carefully. He was nervous and there was a bit of sweat falling from his forehead.

"Are you- The two of y-" Dick stumbled over sentences as he looked between his sister and one of his best friends. He couldn't believe what was going on.

"Y'all are fucking?" Jason said with wide eyes.

"I wouldn't put it as crude as-" Y/N tried to come up with words and gestured with her hands but she was drawing blanks. The two of them were more than fucking and certainly were in a relationship.

"Roy, you have a five minute headstart before I call in the others," Jason threatened. Roy would never admit it but Damian scares him a lot more than he is comfortable with Y/N knowing.

"Love you, babe," He kissed her cheek before exiting the apartment. Considering that they were in Gotham, he had little chance of escaping before incurring the wrath of one of her siblings. Although, it was nice that he thought he had a chance.

"Love you too," She said even though he was not there anymore. She wished him luck, if not more.

"Wait, 'love'!" Dick yelled, finally able to put his words together.

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Marry Me

Description: Roy realizing he wants Y/N Wayne to marry him.

Word Count:0.7k

Warnings: cursing but overall fluff

Roy Harper wants to marry Y/N Wayne. He’s known this since they were kids. The moment that confirmed it for him occurred when she called him an asshole and dumped a slushy on him while he was staying at Wayne Manor. While he stood with slushy soaked hair, he was determined to marry Bruce Wayne’s adoptive daughter.

Of course, as time goes on people grow apart. Roy and Y/N grew apart. It was only fate that a snowstorm hit Gotham while both he and Y/N were visiting the Manor. Things were different than when they were kids. Y/N had grown up to hold a major part in Wayne Enterprises and didn’t care for taking up the mantle as a vigilante. Roy had remained friends with Dick and Jason while also growing into his own hero persona. The major difference between the two now was, Roy had a kid.

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ferrari-queenz · 6 months

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side forehead kisses from miguel when he's trying to send a message to the guy that's flirting with you

slow sensual kisses when miguel wants to fluster you but you're still his liddol sleepyhead burrowed in the blankets

possessive kisses and kissing you with his tongue because it makes you so hot and breathless and horny

quick peck on the nose when he gets home because he doesn't want to hug u or kiss you with his sweaty clothes on because his lovely bebita doesn't deserve a speck of dust on her

and most importantly, sloppy nibbles and long hard licks to your twitching clenching oversensitive little cunt when you're shaky from all the orgasms from him eating u out because those lips deserve some love too ❤️

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ferrari-queenz · 7 months

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bro i gotta add to @twinkodium tags on my reply LOL

below cut is some…18+ for sure

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my thoughts cuz yes:

oscar is fucking adorable. the way he would take you on the cutest and most thoughtful dates. like picnics in the spring, wanting to just be alone and away from the press and the world. he would probably buy you some sort of sweet gift too.

cuddles would be insane. i feel like he would definitely switch between big and little spoon. after he looses a race? little spoon. he wants to feel safe, and he does in your arms. your hands running through his hair as he takes deep breaths on your chest, maybe a few tears slip out, but you’re there to kiss them away :( but big spoon oscar? oh he loves being big spoon. the way he can wrap his big arms around you and your stomach, pulling you closer to him. maybe he even gets a hard on…maybe you grind your ass when you notice, earning a hiss from oscar as he slightly humps your ass🫠 (did i go too far…)

now…fucking up against a wall? i’m going feral. it wouldn’t even be a challenge. you get home late from dinner with the grid, and he’s sick of the guys flirting with you. besides the obvious hand on your thigh the light dinner, scooting closer to you every few minutes, and neck kisses for everyone to see, he thinks he could have done more. (omfg possessive oscar bye omg) so he brings you home, and immediately pushes you against your foyer wall, taking your heels and panties off, just to fuck you right there. because why would he go to your shared room? noo, he wants to fuck you where people hang their coats. maybe even the kitchen table after. where two weeks later, lando, carlos, charles, and max come over for dinner. and all he can think of is that you came on the place where one of his friends was sitting…ok i rly went too far now

riding his thighs?? oh dear lord yesss. like LOOK AT THIS MAN.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOohjh myyyy. his thighs are so muscular and inviting, i agree. they are beggingggg to me rode atp. he would definitely flex his thigh too just to fuck with you. and if you rode him? holyyyy shit.

he would love that. his head back, mouth open letting out little gasps and moans as his hair was being pulled on a bit by you. he would help you when you got tired too, hands on your hips to help guide when you get exhausted.

mhmm, his humor is unmatched. he’s genuinely so hilarious and idk why people aren’t realizing. he kinda gives kimi vibes in the way that he doesn’t gaf which is so funny and hot. mmm also, side note: oscar knows some japanese which is also vvv hot

its fine, i am also over the top and acting a bit unhinged, but i mean, it’s okay

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ferrari-queenz · 7 months

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Call Your Mom (LN4)

Summary: Y/n’s struggle with mental health and the journey, accompanied by Lando and her best friends, she goes through in order to get better.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: depression, mentions/inferences/an attempt of suicide, mentions of alcohol, attempted overdose (lmk if I missed any <3)

Word Count: 4,090

Note: In this song, the artist says he’ll call the person he’s talking to’s mom, but in the imagine, I changed it to Lando calling the reader’s best friends. Also, at the end of the song, the artist talks about religion (specifically religions that believe in Jesus) so, as to not assume anyone’s religion, I just didn’t address that part of the lyric in the song. Happy reading 🧡

Oh, you're spiraling again. The moment right before it ends, you're most afraid of but, don't you cancel any plans. 'Cause I won't let you get the chance to never make them

Opening the door, Lando clocked the quietness of his apartment, something he wasn't accustomed to ever since his girlfriend moved in with him. Slipping off his shoes and letting his duffel bag fall to the floor, he called out for her multiple times, but he was continually met with a loud silence.

"Y/n?" He said once more as he rounded the corner of the kitchen and made his way toward their bedroom.

If it hadn't been for the quiet, he wouldn't have heard her soft murmur, "In here."

'In here' sounded like the bedroom and his suspicions were proven true when he walked through the threshold to be met with her curled up in the duvet. Her face was towards him and, in a millisecond, he could tell she was struggling again.

Softly, he padded over to her before sitting down beside her and letting his hand come to stroke her cheek, "How was hanging out with Lily and Paige today?"

Shaking her head and turning over, Y/n told Lando she had canceled the plans and decided not to go. His disappointment was internal, something he wouldn't clue her in on because it would destroy her to know he was disappointed in her for something she can't control. Her depressive episodes were less frequent now, but they still came around every so often, and when they did, they were suffocating. After years, he had shown up enough to make her feel like he was her safe place, so when she slipped into the darkness of her mind, she didn't shut him out.

Taking off his shirt and pants, so he was only left in his boxers, he slipped under the covers and turned her around so she was facing him once again. Holding her head in his hands, he was quick to wipe away the tears under her eyes and splayed over her cheeks before kissing her nose, "I know it's hard right now, but this will pass. You will get through this one like you do the other ones. But, I'm right here with you if you ever feel like you need a hand to hold."

He seemed to get through to her as she smiled softly at him and stuffed her face into his neck. His hands circled around her as he felt her breathe in his cologne.

Tomorrow, he would call Paige and Lily, and tell them what was going on. If there were other people on the planet that could help Y/n out of the deep depths of her mind, it was her best friends.

The two girls who had been there long before he had.

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Stayed on the line with you the entire night till you let it out and let it in. Don't let this darkness fool you. All lights turned off can be turned on. I'll drive, I'll drive all night. I'll call your mom.

These were the worst ones. The ones where he couldn't be there because he was in another country. These were the ones he feared the most.

Her sobbing on the other side of the phone broke his heart further as he contemplated packing up all his stuff and pulling out of the race that was just two days away. His team would be furious with him, but, at this point, he couldn't care. All he cared about was getting to her and calming the ever-flowing, horrible thoughts.

"I know you always say I get through these and I come out on the other side, but I just can't do it anymore. I don't want to do it anymore." She cried again. Her words terrified Lando like he could never explain. If she was insinuating what he thought, then pulling out of the race wouldn't be so bad. However, he didn't want to ask her because the idea of putting that in her head and having her dwell on that course of action without him was haunting.

"Remember what we always say? All lights turned off can be turned on? Y/n, that's what you are. You're a light to everyone around you. To me, to Paige and Lily, to your family, to anyone who has the privilege of meeting you, you're a bright, bright light. Just hang on for me, darling. Please. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for me." He pleaded with her as he texted quickly with Paige and Lily. The two friends were the only ones in close vicinity with Y/n and the minute he had texted them, letting each of them know she needed help, they were texting him not even a second later that they were on their way.

"Okay." It was faint, but it was there. On the other end of the line, he heard doors opening and closing along with the soft chatter of two voices he recognized immediately.

"Did you call Paige and Lily?" His girlfriend asked as the voices grew louder.

"Of course." He responded quickly.

Y/n was silent for a moment before she took in a breath, "Thank you."

Even with her muffled tone, he could hear the small smile, "Anytime, angel. I'm always here to help you."

Y/n must've forgotten to hang up the phone because he was able to hear their bedroom door open and close along with Paige's booming voice, "Hey, babe. We brought wine and romance novels. Ready to find the craziest smut and laugh at it?"

Lando smiled to himself. The three girls had been a tight-knit group since high school and had been obsessed with getting together to find into each other's delusions. He was convinced that he never laughed harder when he was included in their girl talks because they would say and do the most outrageous things. He had never met three people who would genuinely do anything for each other, whether that was murder or ordering food because the other two were too nervous to do it themselves.

The conversation continued as he heard Paige and Lily plop down onto the bed, "Was that Lando?" Lily asked.

He could see Y/n's nod in his head, "Yeah, he was just talking with me. You know, being the disgustingly perfect human being he is."

Paige groaned, "Ugh, he really is disgusting. He's like those book boyfriends we used to obsess over when we were in high school. I mean, seriously Y/n, he's perfect. I was genuinely worried when you said you were dating an F1 driver because most of those guys are just players, but I think he's the one for you."

Lando's smile intensified as he heard Paige's truthful opinion of him. When they first got together, he knew impressing her best friends was of utmost importance. If he didn't get their stamp of approval, he was done for. So he had gotten flowers for each of them and had paid for the entire lunch they had. Lily was easy to win over with that lunch, but Paige had twisted his gestures in a way that made him seem shallow. His flowers were over-the-top and obvious, and paying for lunch was flaunting his money. It had taken a few months to get through to the girl, but after a lengthy conversation where it became apparent to him how protective she was over Y/n, Lando assured her he would protect her just the same.

Y/n's laughing brought Lando back to the conversation he was eavesdropping on, "How does that position even work?"

Clearly he had zoned out long enough to not notice the transition from the topic of him to dirty romance novels, but he didn't really care because Y/n was laughing and that was good.

That was really, really good.

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Waiting room, no place to stand. Just greatest fears, and wringing hands and the loudest silence.

He didn't know how it got to that point, to be completely honest. One moment, he had gotten off the phone with her and the next he was getting a call from Paige, who was in a clear fit of distress as she spit out she had gotten an alarming text from Y/n that sounded too much like a goodbye. In fear, Lando stood up abruptly in his meeting and ran out, telling everyone he had a family emergency. He had probably broken multiple laws as he sped through intersections and school zones to get to her. His car hadn't even fully stopped before he was flying out of it and shoving open the door to their apartment. He didn't clock the silence this time because all he could hear was the shower and the steady stream of water.

The door was locked as he tried to get in and he began banging on the door, yelling for Y/n to come out. Tears flooded his vision as he pleaded with her to open the door or at least give him some confirmation she was okay, but nothing came. All he could hear was the sick and twisted sound of water hitting tile flooring. It didn't take his mind more than two seconds to come to the conclusion he would have to break the door down and when he did, he was met with Y/n and a bottle of pills in her hand.

She seemed coherent which was a good sign, but Lando saw the tears flying down her face as she stared at the bottle. He was quick to kneel down before her and gently take the bottle of her hands, "Did you take them?" He asked assertively.

When she didn't answer, he asked more forcefully, "Y/n, did you take them?"

She shook her head 'no' and Lando let out a strangled sob.

"Y/n, baby, you need help. You need to get on medication and see a therapist. It will help you, I promise. Please, just-" He took a breath to try and calm down, "Just let me get you the help you need."

So, that's how he found himself in the dim waiting room of the hospital with clammy palms and a loud mind.

"Lando." Paige's voice appeared from behind him and as he turned around, he saw her tear-stained cheeks.

"She was about to do it when I got there. If I hadn't gotten there when I did, she-" Lando's tears cut him off as his head fell into his hands and he broke down once more. He didn't know what he would've done if he hadn't gotten there as soon as he did.

Paige's hand on his back reminded him that she was Y/n's best friend and was probably going through the same emotions. Letting his head turn so he could meet her gaze, he asked, "How are you? Is Lily coming?"

Paige sighed, "I'm as good as I can be in this kind of situation and Lily's on her way, but she won't be here for a few hours. She was on a business trip when it happened."

He nodded as he sat back, shrugging off Paige's hand that he wished was Y/n's. The two sat next to each other as they stared off into the distance, leaving words unsaid as they waited to hear what was going on with Y/n's psych evaluation.

If you could see yourself like this, if you could see yourself like this, you'd have never tried it.

As he stared down at his lock screen, he reminisced on an easier time. The picture was of the two at his parent's house when he got the call that he would be in F1. They were sitting next to each other at the dining room table, their faces lit up with smiles as they looked at each other. Y/n's hands were up in the air, seconds from wrapping him in a hug, and his were already on her, two arms around her waist. It was a split-second moment only picked up on by the video his mom had been taking at the time, but he liked this photo more than the one of the them actually hugging because it seemed more genuine. A quick moment that was just them and her happiness for him.

She had seen the photo multiple times, but Lando didn't think she had really seen it. He didn't think she had actually took note of how beautiful her smile looked or how pretty her eyes sparkled or the way he looked at her or how, in that moment, he wasn't looking at his phone which had just told him his lifelong dream was coming true, but at the girl who had been his true dream all along. He wondered if he had shown her all these small things maybe she wouldn't have gotten to this point, to the point where she wanted to end it all. His mind wandered to places where this was his fault, where he should have tried harder to show her how loved she was.

However, before he could spiral deeper, the sight of her doctor approaching them made him stand up and forget about everything else, but her.

"How is she?" He immediately asked as Paige and Lily stood up beside him. Lily had gotten there about an hour before, rambling on about how sorry she was that she couldn't be there sooner.

"She's doing better, however, it is my professional opinion that she stays here for a few more days before she goes home. I would like to put her on antidepressants and give her the information for a therapist I think could really help her. Are you her husband?" The doctor spoke.

Lando shook his head, "No, just her boyfriend."

The doctor nodded, "Okay, I'm going to need to ask you a few questions about how long this has been going on and such." His gaze shifted to the two girls standing beside Lando, "Are you her friends?"

The two nodded, "Okay, she's been asking for you. Paige and Lily, is it? You can visit her if you'd like."

Before he knew it, Paige and Lily were leaving his side to go tend to the girl that was more their sister than their friend.

Leaving just him and the doctor, the questions began, "How long has she been struggling this way?"

"Well, she's always struggled with depression, but it's gotten worse over the past year. Her episodes haven't been as often, but they're worse when they come now." Lando answered just as the doctor began nodding.

Down the hall, Paige and Lily were lying on each side of Y/n's hospital bed.

"Why, Y/n?" Paige asked from her squished position.

Y/n shook her head, "I don't know. I just- I got off the phone with Lando and something just snapped in me. I've burdened all of you with my problems for so long, I couldn't do it anymore. I can't imagine how sick Lando must be of having to be at my beck and call every two seconds. I'm just done forcing you guys to be there for me."

Paige and Lily eyed each other from over their friend's head, "Y/n," Lily began, "you are not burdening anyone with your problems. You've never ever been doing that. We show up for you because we want to, not because we have to. You've been Paige and I's family for so long, of course we're going to want to be there for you when you're struggling. And Lando? Lando was out there crying into his hands because he thinks this is his fault, that he didn't try as hard as he could. None of us feel forced by you to be there for you. That's never been the case. We love you, so we're going to show up no matter what."

By the end of it, all three girls were crying and Paige decided this would be a good time to hug each of them. Extending her arms out so they could reach over to Lily and squish Y/n in the middle, she squeezed both of them. With soft giggling and small smiles, Lily and Y/n both wrapped their arms around the other two. It was a quiet moment as they hugged, letting the gesture speak for itself, before the door to the room was opening and Lando was coming in.

Lily and Paige took that as their cue to go get some snacks from the cafeteria as Lando sat in the chair beside the bed, taking her hand in his.

Small tears began to flow down his face at her breathing form, "I'm so glad you're okay."

Y/n wiped his tears away with the hand that wasn't caged by him and whispered, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Lando's glossy eyes looked up at her, "You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. I love you and anything you go through is something I want to help you through. At the end of the day, I'm just glad I get to tell you 'I love you' again."

Her own tears began to flow at his sweet words and as he squeezed her hand, planting a kiss on her knuckles, she realized her light might just be turning on again.

—

Medicate, meditate, save yourself for Jesus, throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason.

With the medication and therapy sessions, Y/n was finally finding her way back to herself. She was beginning to find recovery fun as her, Paige, Lily, and Lando all had Saturdays where they would go out and do yoga and meditate together. At first, when all three of them presented the idea to her, she thought it was incredibly ridiculous, but after the first session, she fell in love with it. Whether it was the laughs they shared as Lando made weird noises during the quietness of their meditation or the realization that she could get lost in her mind without falling into a deep, dark void, she fell in love with those Saturdays.

Sure, recovery was also hard, but she was learning to fight and throw punches at the dark memories and thoughts that would pass her brain.

It was nice to see Lando realizing he was getting her back too. She could see it in the way his eyes shimmered when she would crack a joke or finally fulfill plans without canceling them. She didn't realize it when she was going through it, but, in the midst of her depression, Lando had been watching his favorite person get lost in themselves and he couldn't do anything. She couldn't imagine the sort of pain he must've had to push aside, so he could help her, and after multiple tearful conversations about it, Lando had hugged Y/n and told her he would never be mad at her for struggling and needing help.

It was like her whole world had been in black and white, and now, it was full of color. She could genuinely smile at the crazy paragraphs they would find in romance novels on their wine-filled nights, and laugh at the two girls planning her imaginary wedding to her boyfriend.

After it all, Paige had had a conversation with Lando that Y/n wasn't aware of, well, not yet that is. She had asked Lando if he saw Y/n in his future and when he had dug into his pocket to pull out a box that held a large, shimmery ring, she smiled giddily. They both knew a proposal was something that would have to happen a little later because Y/n needed time to fully get back to herself before her life was changing again, but they knew it was inevitable.

Lando would be asking Y/n to marry him, one way or another.

—

I'll drive, I'll drive all night. I'll call your mom. I'll call your mom.

As he was driving, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. After a year or two of recovering, Y/n was finally herself again and when Paige had texted Lando, telling him Y/n had just admitted she would say yes to Lando if he asked her to marry him over wine, he stopped what he was doing in his meeting and said he had to go. He couldn't wait any longer.

He needed to ask her to marry him.

The drive was way too long for his liking and as he flew out of his car before it even stopped, he got deja vu. The last time he was pulling up to their house this way, it had been for an entirely different, horrific reason. But, now, the only reason why he would stay up on the phone with her was because he never wanted to stop talking, because they could finally put aside the pain of it all and just be in love. He almost cried on the spot because he had an overwhelming rush of pride for his girl and how strong she had been to fight so hard and come out on the other side. Due to her not giving up, he had the privilege of asking her to marry him.

Walking through the door, the quick and loud chattering came to an abrupt stop. It was quiet for a moment before Y/n's voice called out to him, "Lando?"

He smiled, "Yes, baby?"

There was a clatter of glasses on their coffee table and feet hitting the hardwood floor before she was appearing around the corner in all his radiance.

"What are you doing home so early?" She asked as her eyebrows furrowed.

He pulled her into him, giving her a light kiss on her lips before smiling mischievously at her, "Why? You got another man in there?" He joked with her.

She laughed, "No, you know I would never do that, dumbass."

As they entered the dining room, being met with Paige's and Lily's smiling faces at the happy couple, they sat down on the couch as Lando eyed the half empty bottle of wine. Paige had an inkling about what he was going to do considering she sent the text and was met with his telling her he was on his way.

"So, why are you here so early?" Y/n asked as his arm laid over her shoulders and she snuggled further into him.

Lando sucked in a breath, suddenly nervous, "I needed to ask you a question."

Y/n's brows furrowed, "Oh? What's up?"

"Marry me?" He said immediately as he pulled out the box he had been carrying around for years.

Y/n's mouth fell open as her eyes began to glisten with tears and she met the gaze of her best friends, glad they were here to share this moment with her.

"My love, I have loved you for years and we've been through hell and back together. When we were finally able to rest, I realized that there is no one else in this world that I would rather go through hell and back with. I fall in love with you every single day and your strength amazes me continuously. You deserve so much after everything you've been through and I'm asking if you'll let me be the man to give it all to you and more." He finished and took the ring out of the box, taking her hand in his and looking at her with his calming green eyes.

She smiled the biggest she ever had in the past few years, "Of course, Lando. Always."

As he slipped the ring onto her finger, Paige and Lily shot up from their seated positions on the floor and started shrieking with excitement, hugging each other and jumping up and down. As the couple kissed softly, their yelling intensified.

And as Y/n continued smiling at Lando, she looked around the room only to find a small family that had done everything they could to keep her alive.

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ferrari-queenz · 7 months

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I have one need and it is smut with Oscar so I was thinking something with Reader being lando's little sister and she's staying in Monaco with him but he has to go back to London for like 2 days which means she has the house all to herself and she invites Oscar over (who is her secret boyfriend) and they spend the night together (full of love and cuteness) but Lando comes home early and when he goes to her room to wake her up he finds her all cuddle up and cute with Oscar and he pretends he hasn't see anything because he just can't get over the fact that his little sister and teammate are together in that way

I LOVE THIS 👹👹👹👹👹👹

The Quiet Night and the Loud Morning (OP81)

Summary: It was bound to happen at some point.

Warnings: smut 🤭 CUTENESS OVERLOAD WITH BABY OSCAR 🤧🤧

Note: I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA

“Y/n?” Lando chirped from the other room.

“Yeah?” She answered, putting down the book she was reading to stare at the wall in concentration for his next words.

His footsteps filled the boring silence before he came into the living room, plopping down on the couch beside her, “I have to go to London for work for the weekend. I imagine you don’t want to come with because you just unpacked all of your stuff here, but, if you do, you can.”

She pondered the idea for a minute before Oscar’s smiling face was popping into her head and visions of an intimate weekend alone together flashed in her mind. At that, she looked up at her brother, feigning distaste, “No, I’m good. Thank you though.”

He nodded curtly as he got up from the couch, “Alrighty, no problem. I leave tonight, so I can be there tomorrow morning for the Saturday meeting. You’ll be okay alone here until Monday morning?”

Alone, her mind laughed, but her face told a different story, “Yeah. I’ll just watch a bunch of movies and live out my lazy life.”

Laughing, Lando retreated back to his room to pack, “No surprise there.”

—

“Osc!” Y/n yelped into her phone a few minutes after Lando’s car had left.

“Yes, baby?” He responded in his usual soft tone.

Her smile, though he couldn’t see it, made him smile as she said, “Lando had to go away for the weekend, so the house is completely empty. COME OVER!” She exclaimed, squealing loudly as she walked in circles around the kitchen island.

His laugh and rummaging of, what she could infer, was his bag and keys was what she was met with on the other side of the phone, “Okay, okay! I’m leaving as we speak. Should I bring a change of clothes?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Mmm, yeah, I would. I don’t plan on having you leave until the very last moment.”

Wishing he was already there to kiss her, Oscar threw a pair of pajamas and a random outfit into a duffel, “Sounds like a great plan, my love.”

—

Opening the door, Y/n flung her arms around her boyfriend. He stumbled back, laughing and kissing her forehead lightly with his arm around her waist as he took in his favorite scent.

“I missed you,” She whispered into his neck whilst he dropped his bag down so he could fully envelope her in his warm embrace.

“I missed you too, Y/n,” He whispered back before walking them into the house, leaving her for only a moment to grab his bag and throw it through the threshold.

Once the door was closed and they were truly alone, the couple went back to their previous position. It had been weeks since they were able to see each other, that is alone. They had seen each other a few days before, but with engineers and Lando around, stolen glances and lingering stares were all they could take.

“What do you want to do first?” He asked her, pulling back to take in the beautiful face which he had only been able to visit in his dreams for the past time.

His adoring smile made her blush and the way his hands pushed back her hair made her fall in love with him even more, “Movie? Did you have dinner?”

He nodded slowly, “I did, yeah. Did you?”

She shrugged, “Yeah, sort of. Lando leaving meant that we didn’t end up getting dinner and it threw me off, so I just had a granola bar.”

His eyebrows shot up, “Alright, so first thing’s first. We get you some dinner.”

“Oscar,” She whined, “You don’t even know how to cook.”

He shot her a look over his shoulder as he traveled toward the kitchen, “I can make you boxed pasta, Y/n.”

“Are you sure?”

—

Forty minutes later and Oscar was pushing a bowl of buttered noodles with cut up tomatoes and sausage toward Y/n who was sat sluggishly at the counter.

“You’re positive this is edible?” She asked hesitantly, eyeing the bowl as if it had just threatened her life.

His nodding head came into view as he sat beside her, one hand on her back and the other laying on the island, “Yes, baby. I’ve made it so many times before. Just eat please.”

One last glance toward him and she was nodding, allowing the hunger she felt to motivate her actions. Her big smile at the first taste told Oscar he hadn’t actually fucked up the recipe he had tried to execute without a sheet of paper telling him what to do.

Their conversation flowed as it always did, with loving comments and suggestive jokes. Y/n fell all over again for Oscar’s smile and Oscar fell all over again for Y/n’s character.

After she ate the last noodle, she smiled at him as he picked up her dish whilst laying a kiss on her forehead. He washed the bowl and put it in the dishwasher without evening flinching, as if it was his own home. Y/n couldn’t help, but dream of a time when it was really his home. His and hers.

Nevertheless, her wishing halted when he turned around and leaned against the sink, “Now, movie?”

His question was answered with Y/n whirling around in her chair to hop off and run toward the living room. He chuckled before following her, finding his girlfriend already curled up in all the blankets on the couch and sifting through all the streaming platforms to find something for them to watch.

“How about Minions?” She laughed, clearly amused with the movie choice.

However, what she thought would be a disgusted veto from Oscar was a warm smile and nod.

She stared at him, “You actually want to watch Minions?”

He shrugged, “I’ll watch whatever you want to watch.”

—

An hour later and the two had around thirty minutes left of Minions. Their bodies connected, legs tangled with his hands firmly placed around her torso as he pulled her flesh against him. She wasn’t even watching the movie, too comfortable on Oscar’s chest to move her head. He seemed to notice, laying his head on top of hers as he murmured, “We can go to bed?”

She shook her head as she lifted it from her comfortable place on him, “No, it’s okay.”

He smiled at her, a lazy smile that she knew was only meant for her, “Okay, love.”

His hands guided her back down, however, this time, he laid fully on the couch, so she could lay her entire body on his. With his hands in her hair then trailing up and down her back, Y/n whispered, “Ever think about a time when we could just do this without having to hide?”

He glanced down at her, “Yeah, sometimes, but we decided keeping it a secret was the best thing.” After seeing her hesitation, he added, “Right?”

Her hands pushed against his chest as she sat up, her thighs on each side of him as her hair fell down toward him, “Yeah, but…” When she bit her lip in nerves, he started rubbing her thighs, “I love you, Osc. I want to be with you outside of a room.”

He tilted his head on the pillow he laid against, a small smile evident on his features, “I love you too. Of course, I want to be with you in public too, but I always thought you were uncomfortable with it because of Lando.”

She nodded, “At first, yeah, but that was before I fell in love with you and realized I really saw you as the rest of my life. Honestly, I’m more uncomfortable being a secret with you than telling Lando.”

Oscar nodded eagerly, “Well, if that’s your perspective. I’m all in. I’ve always been all in with you. If you’re okay with telling everyone then let’s do it.”

Her face broke out into a grin, “Really?”

His nodding continued as he tucked her hair behind her ears and cupped her face, “Of course, baby.”

Whether it was Oscar who pulled her down first or Y/n leaning in on her own, the two never knew. All they knew was that their lips met and the realization that they were putting their entire beings into the hands of the other was evident. The thought made every touch and graze of hands gentler, softer. His hands lightly explored her hips before resting on her waist, pulling her closer to him as he slipped his tongue passed her lips.

Y/n moaned, a sound he had already committed to memory, and lightly rolled her hips against his.

He pulled back, “You sure? In your brother’s house?”

She giggled, the blush a deep red on her cheeks and nose, “I have a room we could go to.”

He nodded, lifting her up so swiftly off the couch and maneuvering through the directions she gave him to get where they needed to be. Through giggles and miscommunicated instructions, the two were lovesick by the time they reached her room and closed the door.

Usually, Oscar would stalk toward her, take what he wanted and be as rough as he knew they both wanted. Although, as he stood in front of her door, he gazed upon her as if she was the most beautiful sunset he had ever laid his eyes on.

A gorgeous view that he realized was the most perfect part of Earth.

He wasn’t quick to get her on the mattress, in fact, he took his time getting there. Through kisses and slow removals of clothes, he walked them back to her white duvet, laying her down and being so struck by her beauty even Y/n couldn’t deny it herself.

She watched as his eyes trailed from her shoulders, down to her boobs, then to her stomach, back up to go over her arms, then slowly down again to take in her thighs and the clothed space between them, her shins, and then back up to meet her eyes.

With a light smile, he whispered into the quietness of the moment, “You’re so incredibly beautiful, my love.”

She was halfway to tears when he leaned forward and kissed her so intensely, she felt it in her toes. With Oscar, it never felt casual and she never felt as if she was some random person he was bedding to fulfill fleeting urges.

It was always about the love he had for her.

Oscar’s hand grazed the length of her body as it traveled down and disappeared below her panties, his lips never stopping on hers. With precision and thought, he began to gently circle her clit, easing her into the pleasure as he always did. His other hand held himself up above her as she moaned into his mouth, a sign that he could speed up.

Her hand on his bicep and the other around his waist, Oscar replaced the finger on her clit with his thumb and slid his digit into her.

She had tried to keep kissing him, but he could tell she needed to have the space and air to be vocal. So, he pulled away slightly, a small gap between them large enough that he could admire her blissed out face while also being impossibly close to her.

Her eyes closed and her moans continued as Oscar added another finger and sped up. Quiet whimpers made Oscar whisper, “I love how you sound, baby. Always do.”

At that, she moaned louder, chanting his name as he continued to increase his rhythm before the coil in her stomach was snapping and she was coming around all over his hand. His toothy, lopsided grin was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes again, an innocent, adoring smile on his face as if he hadn’t just made her cum.

“I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.” He whispered into her mouth before kissing her, trying to allow her a breath before they went to the next level.

Her nervous smile told him he needed to continue, “I’m serious, Y/n. You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on. I’m not just being this way because I feel romantic. No, I’m doing this because, while sometimes I can contain myself, right now I can’t. You’re so pretty to me. Every time I look at you, I notice a new thing to fall in love with. Whether that’s the faint freckles on your nose or the mole right at the top of your leg, I’ve never loved every inch of someone the way I do with you. I’m so hellbent on kissing every part of you, physically loving you as a whole. I love how I can remember the way you smell and whenever I come across it I think of you and how much I love you. I love how soft and warm your hugs are after a hard day or a bad race. I never want to let you go because I know I’ll never find anything, anyone, as beautiful as you.”

Her teary eyes were remedied with a long kiss at the end of his speech as he slowly took off her panties and slipped off his after. His eyes boring into hers and whispering how much she meant to him, Oscar pushed into her.

His building pace made her eyes roll back into her head and his groaning into her neck.

A chant of “You’re the only one I want to ever do this with” leaving his lips as his hips rocked against hers.

“Oscar,” She moaned, nails digging into his back as he continued to go faster.

“Y/n, so good. So so perfect for me.” He moaned, pulling back to look her in the eyes and throughly communicate how much she meant to him.

Her hands tangled in his hair and he moaned loudly, “Fuck, Y/n, just like that.”

Her moaning continued, body going limp at the consistent pleasure surging through her body. When Oscar’s hand came to cup her cheek and pull her to his lips, kissing her with all his might and letting her know she wasn’t the only one so obsessively consumed by the connection they shared, she lost it.

Her moans turned into screams as he snapped his hips faster, chasing his high, but, most importantly, hers.

Looking her in the eyes, Oscar’s soft ones encouraged her, “My love, let go. I’m right here with you. Always.”

With that, she came hard around him, yelling out his name as he came right after her.

When, during times with other boyfriends, she would feel used and filthy, with Oscar, as he laid slightly on top of her, she felt special. She felt like she was the only person to have ever understood him for who he truly was.

She felt cherished.

She felt protected.

She felt wanted.

And, yes, she felt loved.

Turning over, her eyes met his and she smiled.

“Thank you,” She murmured as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Y/n, you don’t need to thank me for an orga-” He began.

“No,” She interrupted, looking into his eyes and making him understand, “Thank you for showing my what love is.”

His eyes softened, his hands immediately pulling her into him again and drawing the blankets over their naked bodies, “Baby, you mean everything to me.”

She nodded, smiling back at him, “I think I’m starting to see that.”

—

Lando’s confused face appeared again when his sister didn’t answer her phone. Irritatingly, he had only needed to go into one meeting, so he was off the hook by the morning. He didn’t want to stay in London, choosing the option of hanging out with his sister as the more important one, so he had caught the next flight out of Heathrow.

Private jet be damned.

Although, when he pulled up to his house and she still hadn’t answered, he thought it was bit strange. It was eleven am and she was usually up at this time, tired, but up.

Nevertheless, he figured she had stayed up late last night and slept in way late. That inference was confirmed when he walked through the door and it was dead silent.

However.

What he didn’t expect to see was an all too familiar duffel bag sitting on the floor of his foyer. The orange letters that spelled out ‘Oscar Piastri’ accompanied with the McLaren logo gave him whiplash.

There had to be some reasonable explanation, he thought, there was absolutely no way his teammate was here. Alone. With his sister.

Being the nosy person he is, Lando opened the bag and peered in to see the belongings, wanting to confirm it held Y/n’s things. Maybe he leant it to her, he tried, but when he saw men’s underwear and a box of condoms, his jaw fell agape.

Standing up abruptly, Lando made his way to his sister’s room. When his hand met the coolness of the door handle, he said a silent prayer to any supernatural being out there that could stop the inevitable from meeting his eyes. Per usual, that plead went unheard when he pushed the door open quietly and saw Y/n, his sister, asleep in bed with Oscar’s, his teammate, arms holding her strongly to his chest. His little sister’s face was toward him as it laid on the bare chest of Oscar, giving him the ability to see how peaceful she looked, more peaceful than she usually looked when unconscious.

Suddenly feeling like he was intruding on an intimate moment, Lando shut the door.

His brain reeling, he sat himself on the living room couch, no clue what had taken place on that very sitting area not even twenty four hours before. He sat with his thoughts for an hour or two before he heard the door to his sister’s room jostle and, finally, open. Out stepped a giggling Oscar and a smiling Y/n, a sight to see in Lando’s mind, as they failed to see the other person in the room.

“I think that might’ve been the best sex we’ve ever ha-” Oscar’s face went pale when he turned to walk toward the kitchen only to meet the face of Lando, the last person he wanted to hear that sentence come out of his mouth.

At his abrupt stop, Y/n turned around as well, jaw agape as she screeched, “LANDO?!”

His hands rested on his knees as he looked at the two of them. What a good couple they would make, he thought, seeing how Y/n was more comfortable in herself around him.

“I got let off early so, I came home. Didn’t expect this though.” His eyebrows wiggled as Y/n approached him, a paralyzed in fear Oscar behind her, “Lan, I am so so sorry you found out this way. We wanted to tell you on our own-”

The brother shook his head, “No, I get it. I’m not mad. Shocked, yes, but, not mad at all. I’m just happy you found someone as good as him.”

Her entire demeanor softened as she glanced back to Oscar, his mind slowly coming back to him, before turning back around and smiling, “Me too.”

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ferrari-queenz · 7 months

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The Video (LN4)

Summary: Y/n and Lando’s club dancing sends the F1 world into a frenzy.

Warnings: sexual innuendos, sexual conversations, its short im sorry, if you want something more to this storyline lmk in the requests ill prob do it lol

Note: IVE HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD LONG BEFORE I EVEN STARTED WRITING

TWITTER

ln4andop81 how yall feeling after that leaked vid?

- mclarensgirly FIGHTING. FOR. MY. LIFE.

- f1fan2 if i speak.

- ln4andop81 what shall we address first.

- mclarensgirly maybe the GRINDING????

- f1fan2 PLZ I SCREAMED THE WAY HIS HANDS GUIDED HER HIPS 😫😫😫😫

- ln4andop81 THE WHISPERING IN THE EAR???

- mclarensgirly BRUH I JUST KNOW LANDO SAID SOMETHING SO GODDAMN QUESTIONABLE BY THE LOOK OF Y/N’S FACE

- f1fan2 bro literally moved his hands up to the bottom of her boobs and down and then whispered some crazed shit in her ear and i died. THE PERSON WHO FILMED THAT VIDEO I LOVE YOU 😋😋

- ln4andop81 yeah i think its safe to say that lando norizz is definitely a myth.

—

y/nnn so about last night.

Comments:

mclarensgirly ABOUT LAST NIGHT MY ASS

ln4andop81 girly had a whole video of her grinding on her bf leaked and her response is “about last night”. icon.

landonorris i had fun 😙

- mclarensgirly BYE

- ln4andop81 MANS IS INSANE

- f1fan2 so moral of the story lando basically fucked his gf in public and said “i had fun” NO SHIT

- mclaren dont think you understand the pr situation at hand 😀

- mclarensgirly NOW IM DONE FOR

- ln4andop81 MCLAREN ADMIN IS FIGHTING ON THE FRONT LINES RN

maxverstappen this is why i said to not drink too much

- y/nnn YOU PUT THE DRINKS IN. MY. HAND.

- landonorris i think your exact words were “next round on me?”

- kellypiquet i am afraid babe that you did in fact do and say both of those things

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TWITTER

Mclarenfan22 its the way lando pushes y/ns hips into him so she can be as CLOSE as possible

- circledriving-racers plz when i first saw that vid i rlly didnt think by the end of it i would know what lando looked like when he was clearly feeling some type of way

- ln4andop81 yeah bc the way he threw his head back when she started circling her hips against his spoke VOLUMES

- papayafan it had ME feelin some typa way and i wasnt even the one getting danced on

- ln4andop81 i feel like its prob for the best the vid ended before we could see them separate bc i feel like we wouldve seen LANDO and not lando if yk what i mean 😟

- papayafan a bone-

- mclarenfan22 we would rlly know EVERYTHING abt him at that point

- ln4andop81 im willing to bet a large sum of money (im broke) that hes big

- y/nnn is this where im supposed to “enter the chat”?

- ln4andop81 MAAM.

- mclarensgirly YES. SPILL THE TEA.

- f1fan2 YEAH DO THE PUBLIC A SERVICE AND TELL US ‼️‼️‼️

- y/nnn i think i would like to gatekeep this one girlies 💋💋

-mclarensgirly wow.

- ln4andop81 ill never get over how it girl she is.

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landonorris it was a great night and thats all i have to say abt it

Comments:

oscarpiastri UHHHHHHH

mclaren we cant catch a break ever

y/nnn BABE THE SIGN 😭😭

- landonorris i thought it really translated my thoughts 🙏🏻

- mclarensgirly BRO DOESNT GIVE A FUCK GAHDAMN

ln4andop81 so i guess the question rlly is: did the sign become reality?

- landonorris what do you think 🤭

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ferrari-queenz · 8 months

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hi! could you be able to please write a one shot with James Potter where he lets everyone know that he has a girlfriend and he's taken but nobody knows who is his girlfriend. And after he falls off his broom during a quidditch match turns out that his girlfriend its the slytherin captain, who is like the complete opposite of James lol

Hi lovely, thanks for your request! I hope you like it <3

Cw: mention of injury, no details/description

James Potter x slytherin!reader ♡ 740 words

James Potter is well aware that, considering his usual tendency to showboat, it's suspicious that his dating life has suddenly become the best-kept secret at Hogwarts. It's obvious he is dating someone. He hasn't exactly been inconspicuous with the notes he sends flying down the halls several times a day (though it's a small miracle no one has been able to chase them all the way to the recipient) and when he wouldn't tell Sirius who it was, his friend let slip to half of Gryffindor house that he'd caught James sneaking out of their dorm room three times in the past week. Soon, it seemed like all James' classmates did was buzz with speculation about his mysterious partner.

James is trying to ignore that speculation now, the chatter in the crowded stands somehow reaching him even far above the quidditch pitch, distracting him from looking out for the snitch.

"Hardly at the top of our game today, are we, Potter?" A snide voice calls, a blur of green blazing past him to lob the quaffle towards the center goalpost.

James perks up, brought back to the game by the familiarity of a good bickering. "Wishful thinking, Y/L/N," he calls back, just as the Gryffindor keeper blocks your attempt at a goal. James meets your fierce stare with his most winning smile."Maybe if I wasn't, you'd have a half-decent chance of beating us for the first time in three years." Three years, he wants to add, since both of you had been made captain of your respective teams. James certainly isn't going to lose that winning streak because of any gossip. He redoubles his focus, waiting for a telling glint of light or the light buzzing of wings, and keeping an eye on the Slytherin seeker to make sure she hasn't spotted it either.

There's a flicker of movement to his right, and James is off, the ruckus of the crowd drowned out by the wind rushing past his ears as he races towards the snitch. His vision seems to narrow as it grows closer, all his attention on the tiny golden ball, and he can almost touch it when pain shoots through his side.

James tries to grab at his broom, but he's too slow, his hand wrapping around only air. He's on solid ground before he knows what's happened, splayed on his back with a view of the other players high above him, almost all shock-still. Almost, except for the Slytherin chaser in a dangerously fast nose-dive towards him. You hardly take the time to level out your broom before you're hopping off and crouching beside him.

"Potter—shit, Potter, are you okay?" Your hands tremble as they run over his arms, his torso, as if wanting to make sure he's still whole but afraid he'll shatter at anything more than your gentlest touch.

"I think so." James groans, sitting up. "A couple broken ribs, maybe."

"Shit," you pant, your hands moving to his face. "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm a bit rattled at the moment," he says, beginning to snark, but he softens when he sees you're blinking back tears. "It's not bad, sweetheart. I'm alright."

You shake your head, somewhere between frustrated and fond, and press your lips to James' abruptly. He's so shocked it takes him a second to kiss you back, doing his best to soothe the desperation he can feel in your touch.

You pull back just as quickly, leaving James so dazed he's caught entirely off guard by the light smack you deliver to the back of his head.

"You idiot. You should have seen that bludger coming from a mile away."

James searches for a witty rebuttal, but comes up empty. He can't decide whether to be offended or charmed by you right now, and it's stolen the gall from him. It's also possible that he's concussed. "Yeah," he says dumbly.

You huff, but still squeeze his shoulder as you stand, letting Madam Hooch move in to take your place. "Idiot," you mumble again, stalking towards your broom. "Come see me later."

James watches you go with something akin to awe. Only after you've rejoined your teammates does he notice the hush that's fallen over the crowd, and Sirius, standing well within hearing distance and looking like he's been stupefied, his eyes wide with horror.

But even if James looks as whipped as he feels, he doesn't really care.

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ferrari-queenz · 8 months

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Okay I was cheering so loud for oscar today I’m so happy for him! He’s really become one of my favorite drivers and I want only good things for him.

But I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to celebrate his sprint result with him 👀 then I saw your little post about sucking his dick and I just 🤭🔥🤤

A/N: My first time writing for Oscar, and honestly he deserves it hot damn was that sexy

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), slightly public

"What are you doing?" Oscar's voice muffles against your lips as you shove him into his drivers room. Fuck, was he hot right now. It's hard to describe.

Was it his confidence? The fact you love him? The black fireproofs are getting to you? God damn you didn't care but you needed him in your mouth, practically able to feel the weight of him on your tongue.

"Take it off." You gasp, staring him down. Oscar's eyes widen but soon darken realizing what you meant. "I have media duties." He points out, unzipping his race suit you scuff. "I'm offering to blow you? And you're worried about media duties rather then the fact your girlfriend is about to suck your dick?" You ask, dropping to your knees.

He just smirks, shrugging down revealing the way the fireproof hugs his torso and arms. "No, I'm just saying you should hurry up before someone comes to get me." You laugh, shaking your head as you smile.

Hands moving to his hips, you pull him in licking a stripe feeling his cock harden against his boxer briefs. Looking up you wait for permission, Oscar's breath quickens as he nods. "Hands moving to his hips, you pull him in licking a stripe feeling his cock harden against his boxer briefs. Looking up you wait for permission, Oscar's breath quickens as he nods.

"You did so good today baby, it was fucking hot. Let me show you, how proud I am." Pulling them down you watch as his cock bounces out before standing straight. "Yeah? Deserve it, show me what that mouth can do." He groans hands on your head.

Smiling you stick your tongue out, flattening it you lick from base to tip and suck him in. "Fuckkkkkkk." He moans. Your mouth was warm and wet as you move up and down slowly, taking your time. His eyes flutter close just enjoying the moment.

Fingers scratching up his thighs, sending a shiver over his body loving the way it feels mixed with your mouth. Pulling off you kiss his tip, rolling your tongue over it and then licking down to his balls. "You're right, big balls." Oscar sputters out a laugh, as you giggle.

His laugh soon turns into a light moan when you take him back down your throat. Oscar allows himself to get lost in the feeling, but it's knocked out when someone knocks on the door. He freezes, spooked but you don't stop.

"Oscar, you've got 2 minutes to finish whatever it is you're doing. I'll cover." Lando's voice comes through the door you remind yourself to thank Lando. Oscar stumbles out an okay as you giggle sending a vibration up he has to choke on a moan.

"Shit, you better do that trick if you want me to come now." He whispers and you nod your head and go deeper and drag your teeth up and move tongue moving to his tip slightly digging and he cruses, banging his head on the wall.

"Fuck, I'm shit." Taking him back down your throat, he comes in your mouth as you swallow each drop. His legs shake, cheeks flushed as you ease off him. "I love you." He whispers, pulling you up as he kisses you deeply.

"Get a real podium tomorrow and we can totally do that thing you want." Oscar's eyes widen he nods, a flurry of movements and hes out of the door zipping up his suit

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ferrari-queenz · 9 months

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Guy.exe // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), somewhat d/s, dom!Bruce

Summary: Five months of dating and Bruce and you have yet to sleep together. One gala and an uppity bitch changes things.

“I hate these things,” you muttered to Alfred as he passed by with another tray of champagne. He smirked at your comment and jerked his head towards where your boyfriend’s two oldest sons were leaning against the wall.

“Masters Dick and Jason feel quite the same, miss,” he assured you. “I’ve lost sight of the others. Master Bruce is somewhere with an investor.”

“How much longer do we have to be here?”

“At least another two hours, unfortunately.”

“And what’s Bruce’s excuse for us to get out of it tonight?”

“Master Damian’s desire to go to a zoo. Since Gotham’s is closed, it only makes sense for the whole family to leave and fly to Australia, of course.”

You drained the glass in your hand and rolled your eyes. “Of course. Only sensible.”

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ferrari-queenz · 9 months

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Pick Me

Bucky x reader

The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.

warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.

A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲

“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.

“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n”

“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you”

“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?”

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✵ SHIELDED HEART ✵

MMA!Toji realizing how much he misses his journalist, and hoping that she’s still thinking about him.

✵ MMA!Toji Fushiguro x journalist!reader ✵

✵ connected to this fic if you wanna read it first

✵ tags — slight angst, m!receiving blowjob, squirting, age gap (20/36), nsfw, MDNI (18+) size kink, corruption kink, fingering, penetrative s*x, major pussy slapping, cock worship, cum slut, biting, spit kink, praise kink, brat taming, crying kink, pet names, dumbification

✵ note — thank u sm for all the comments/reblogs for the first part! I took some suggestions from my inbox for this so thank u to whoever sent some in :) I made this more dramatic than it needed to be — forgive me

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

your hands were deep in your pockets, shoulders raised, shielding your face from the cold gust of wind. your eyes a bit foggy as you quickly crossed the street, trying to keep yourself warm in your large black coat and green scarf, nuzzling your face into it for some more warmth. Watching your warm breath sizzle in the cold air. Until you finally reached your destination.

the sound of grunts and bags being hit, washed in, stumbling in to close the door before another gust of cold air blew in. your face felt frozen, as you shuffled inside. letting out a shaky breath. As your eyes scanned the gym.

ever since that night, you had not seen each other. Toji was more than irritated. He had let you put your number in his phone after eating breakfast at a nice little restaurant. He found it adorable when you stood in front of him anxiously typing it in.

“your fingers are shaking,” he pointed, with a smug grin. Your brows knit together, frustrated how flustered you still are around him.

“they’re not,” you shot back.

“mmm,” he said, holding in his laughter as he watched your face scrunch up in annoyance. Quickly adding your name and handing him his phone back.

“my hands…they’re just cold,” you reply, not necessarily lying since it was freezing out and your hands were ice. Rubbing them together for some warmth, selling the half lie a bit. Toji licked his lips, taking note of the way he could see his breath fog in the air. Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his palms enclose yours.

“your body run cold?” Toji comments, the stark contrast of his warm hands holding your cold ones, sent a warm blush running up your neck. Your lips parted to answer, but your voice fell off once he raised your hands to his lips, breathing against your digits, warming them up. “no more complaining?” His eyes looking down at you, taking note of the adorable way your lips were parted.

“wasn’t complaining…” you mumble, feeling your stomach flip as he kept his hands around yours, his lips ghosting your fingers with his hot breath. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes mesmerized by the light pink that dusted his nose, and his green lidded eyes that stood out. Eyes glancing down at his wet lips. Somehow your body had a mind of its own as your index finger slowly peaked out, touching his bottom lip.

toji smiled against your finger as he let you gently feel the warmth of his plump lips. he parted them some more letting his tongue touch the digit. His eyes stayed on you, watching your gaze that was locked on his lips. Even after he pounded you last night, taking your little virginity away, and the way he fucked you so easily this morning, you still had the innocence in your big doe eyes. He wanted to ruin you. Every second of every minute. You were in the palm of his hand, he can do as he pleases with you. The cute scrunch of your nose when he bit your finger, had him absolutely melting.

“Toji Fushiguro! That’s you isn’t it!” Your hand immediately slipped from his lips as two men came over jittery. Clearly fans. “Oh man I saw your fight last night, that was incredible! The way you—“

“If you don’t mind,” Toji brushed them off with an annoyed grunt, before his hand came over to your back, getting ready to leave.

“Shit, could we get a signature man. I’ve been a fan for years,” the man pleaded, as the other stood beside you. Toji’s grip tightened on your waist. He was indeed an athlete. However, that’s all he wanted. Dealing with fans, press, whatever the fuck that wasn’t his opponent, always made him tick. Then of course, there was you, he wouldn’t leav—

“It’s fine, I’ll just wait here,” you chimed in. You felt guilty. These boys were clearly big fans, and you didn’t want to get in the way. Toji couldn’t get a word in because you already stepped away, his grip falling absent, allowing the boys to come over.

the fighters jaw tightened as he quickly signed what was in front of him. His eyes glancing up at you every second, seeing you holding your little bag strap waiting patiently. Finally finishing up and snapping a picture, he made his way back to you. That’s when his phone rang. You smiled, letting him know it was fine, Toji sucked in a breath, clearly irritated but answering.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, watching him end the call. Toji looked over seeing your hands deep in your pockets, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “oh,” your voice was small, toji was always catching you off guard. the man felt your frozen cheeks. he casually took the green scarf he was wearing and placed it around you, before cupping your face under the scarf, warming them even more.

“When are you free?” Toji’s face was close, trying to block the cold air. However, the distance already had your body heating up, as you tried to remain calm with the way his large hands held your face.

“This week?” You clarified. He nodded. “um uh…” your brain was malfunctioning. Why does he make you feel like this? He makes you so nervous!

“call me, I want to see you,” toji said, his thumb brushing your now warmed up cheeks. Your eyes staring up at him. so cute. “I have some business with my manager. okay?” Your lips parted. But nodding instead, not trusting your voice. Toji’s scar twitched up in a smirk. “what happened to that smart mouth of yours?” Teasing.

“Huh?” Your attitude immediately snapped back, brows pushed together as Toji laughed at the visible vein that popped on your forehead. “Smart mouth my ass, whatever, fine I’ll call you, go do your job, as if I care,” you ramble, rolling your eyes as he laughed, snuggling the scarf closer to your body to keep you warm. “Stop doing that,” you grumble.

“hmm, but you get all red when I do it,” he teased, watching your eyes glare at him and your face burn red, however, you still allowed him to touch you. just him.

“It’s the cold, don’t take credit for that,” you scoff, looking away trying to laugh off the nerves he’s annoyingly giving you.

“such a child,” toji mumbled. Your lips parted turning back to say something, until he caught your lips. Your eyes fluttered in surprise, but your body automatically responded when his tongue peaked out, lips parting for him. Toji smiled as his tongue teased yours, so grateful for your adorable obedience . Your feet pushing up, wanting more of him as his hands held your face, as he pulled away.

Your tongue still hung out as he bit it teasingly, a whine escaping softly. your cheeks were squished in his palms, eyes lidded as Toji did as you wanted, letting his saliva roll down his tongue onto yours before he licked your lips.

“should see yourself. all whiny and needy,” he said, watching your eyes stare up at his a little dazed.

“not whiny,” you pout, which absolutely sent the older man, having your cheeks squished and your lips pouting with his salvia shining on them.

“mmm okay, I’m leaving now. Didn’t you say your apartment was close?” he said, you nodded letting him know you were okay. Toji hummed, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You felt your heart jump. “call me.” He finally said, before taking a step back.

“Your scarf,” you stutter out.

“Didn’t you say you were red and freezing cuz of the cold?” Toji walked away, waving a hand. You rolled your eyes, jerk. You stood there for awhile before finally making your way back home. You took multiple wrong turns, lost in your head until you finally arrived at your apartment.

You crashed into your bed, nuzzling your face further into the scarf. Smells like him, you blushed, remembering his touch and lips, your legs unconsciously squeezing together. Would it be too fast to let him know when you’re free now? You felt your heart beating a bit quicker. But he’s not some sleazy college guy, he’s an adult, so does the waiting matter?

Opting to wait just a couple more hours, you got ready to head to work. Which was useless since all you thought about was the man that pounded you this morning and bought you a new camera. Your finger gently touching your lips. “Did you finally get that interview?” Your co-worker broke your thoughts, snatching your hand away from your lips.

“Oh—ya, finishing up the transcript right now,” you said, as your coworker asked how you did it. You waved her off saying you did as she said. It wasn’t until you returned home from work that you sprinted into your room ready to call toji and tell him you’re free tomorrow. But the moment you opened your phone, your body froze.

you put your number on his phone…in other words you have to wait for him to call you first…

Your eye twitched in slight annoyance. So why the fuck did he tell you to call him!?

Tossing your phone on your bed, you stormed out, to grab some food from the fridge. Annoying ass athlete. You grumbled to yourself. However the annoyance quickly dissolved into insecurity. No way he said all that just to purposely ghost you right? No—definitely not. Just give it some time…yes time.

Toji’s fist clenched once he realized what you’d done. This couldn’t have been on purpose. When he opened his phone to call you, your name was half written and you hadn’t finished typing your number. That little…

Toji took a sharp inhale, cooling his head. Of course he noticed how anxious you were typing your number in, then he had to go and tease you about it. You probably got dizzy and typed something fast just to give his phone back quickly.

“Oi Toji get back to it!” Naoya, his training coach, snapped. “You can call your side whores later—“

Toji glared at the man, letting his words cut off.

Naoya cleared his throat. “Get back to it. You have a flight to catch at the end of the week, don’t forget!”

You spent the entire week checking your phone. Did he not want to call you. Were you really a bother? When he said he hated journalists, did that really mean you too? All these thoughts continued to eat you alive, until you finally decided to head over to the gym and see for yourself.

And that’s how you ended up here. Your hand held the green scarf, not having washed it for a week, because you didn’t want to loose his smell. Your eyes scanned the gym, he wasn’t here. You didn’t know why your chest was tightening, you just wanted to see him—

“Can I help you?” A man who was working out came to you. His eyes bright blue, and hair white. “You’re that journalist that came last week, right?” He remembered, having been there.

“Uh ya…um is toji-san here?” You asked, eyes still looking around for him.

“Ah you just missed him. He left this morning to catch a flight.”

“A flight?” Your voice jumped a bit.

“He’s just going for some sponsorship meetings. I think he’s coming back in two weeks. Do you want me to give him a message?” Gojo asked. Your nails played with the loose string of your jacket.

“yes…if you can just give him my number and tell him I stopped by. if you don’t mind, of course,” you say, not knowing how to feel just yet about waiting two weeks.

“don’t mind at all. anything for a pretty lady,” Gojo smiled. you smiled thanking him, Taking the little post it with your name and number. You thanked him again, making him laugh before making your exit. You stood outside for a moment. Hoping that maybe toji didn’t call you because he was busy, and hopefully when he gets your message he’ll call you. You didn’t want to be a bother, you really didn’t want to get in his way…but…but you couldn’t help thinking about him. Is that so bad?

“Hello, what is it?” Naoya answered the phone, a bit irritated.

“Fuck you have his phone for?” Gojo groaned hearing Noaya’s annoying ass voice. He never knew why Toji hired him.

“What is it?” Noaya snapped.

“is toji there?” Gojo asked, holding the post it in his hand.

“No he’s shooting an ad right now, what do you need?” snapping again, Gojo rolled his eyes. Toji needs a new coach honestly.

“That journalist girl stopped by. Just left a message if you could let toji know,” Gojo said, rubbing his eye.

“Journalist gir—“ Noaya stopped remembering. Was that why Toji was frustrated. The journalist is smothering him. “Give me the message I’ll let him know.”

“I’ll just call back—“

“Just give me the message,” Noaya snapped.

“Who was that?” Toji asked coming over to Naoya who ended the call. Noaya waved him off.

“Gojo called just telling you about some boxes that were dropped off with the new gloves,”Noaya lied easily. Toji didn’t respond. Was he expecting that you called? That you found some way to contact him?? Toji took a deep breath, calming his frustrations. He was not some little high school kid, he’s been married before, had a kid, man has a whole life, yet he’s hung up on this little journalist. But…

he missed you. your touch. your voice. your warmth. he may know very little about you…but he wants more. that’s all he wants. more more more. The only thing quenching his need is the photo he took of you last week. He wished he’d gotten another picture, but he’d have to make due with this one.

You never truly understood romantic relationships. it just never appealed to you. Well maybe you never took the time to understand them—yet…yet this fighter is occupying your mind 24/7. You left the message with that one man about three weeks ago. Didn’t he say he would be gone for two weeks? Does that mean that he was back.

“Are you going to be okay?” You looked up at your roommates. The two were packing up to go back home for the break.

“ya, obviously…got the whole place to myself,” you scoffed, as your other roommate came out with her suitcase.

“you hate being alone,” she pointed, making you roll your eyes.

“alone and lonely are different things. Besides I’m gonna go have drinks with some friends tonight…” you reassure them. Your roommates raised a brow.

“but you don’t drink…” they say.

“well I’m gonna eat and they’ll drink. One of them is paying for it all, so free food, so I’ll also have some for the rest of the week,” you grin, making the two laugh. They left a couple minutes later, closing the door with a sigh, you walk back to your room before crashing on your bed.

your eyes slightly blurry, suddenly realizing the few tears that slipped down. “so annoying,” you mumbled, burying your face in the duvet, as you let it soak your tears. this is why relationships suck…this is why you never liked them…and you don’t even know if you’re in one.

beep. beep.

your eyes opened, closing the alarm. sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, taking note of the time. you should probably get ready now. you yawned, shuffling up to get ready to head out to the bar.

There were many things that ticked Toji off. Of course the main one being paparazzi and journalists. However, something that always riled him up was getting beaten up during training rounds. Though, that has rarely ever occurred, it just so happened to be occurring at this moment.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Noaya shouted, as he circled the outer ring, trying to get Toji’s attention. Toji spat out some blood, as Gojo stepped into the ring ending the match.

“I think you should let him rest, Noaya,” Gojo interfered, noticing Toji struggle to get his gloves off. Noaya scoffed, as he stormed out. The other fighter quickly left the ring before Toji could pounce him. While Gojo came over to help with the wrappings.

“Is everything alright, this past week you’ve been off your game,” Gojo asked, untying one hand.

“Why don’t you mind ‘yr own fuckin’ business, ay,” Toji spat, lifting his other wrist to his teeth, ripping them off. His knuckles were cut, and slightly bleeding, along with the cut on his cheekbone and lip.

“Don’t haveta come for me, I’m on your side man,” Gojo said, as Toji stood up. “Did you ever get the message I gave, coach?” Gojo asked as Toji stepped out of the ring. Grabbing a towel wiping himself down.

“ya,” toji grunted, assuming it was about the new gloves. Pulling his shorts off and slipping on his sweats and hoodie.

“wanna grab some drinks? cool off?” Gojo called out, however, Toji had already slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way out. “…okay,” Gojo rubbed his hair.

“Why do you try so hard?” Geto said sitting on the bench having seen the whole exchange. Gojo grumbled as he stepped out of the ring as well.

“Maybe cuz I want him to coach me,” Gojo huffed.

“He’s a fighter,” Geto said, tossing Gojo a water bottle.

“He was talking about retiring in a year,” Gojo said, chugging down the water. “Just need that prick, Noaya, to leave.” Geto hummed in agreement.

The bar was filled to the brim. Fridays nights were usually like this. At least, that’s what you assumed. Pushing your way through, until you finally spotted your co-workers. It was mainly the young staff from the press company you worked at.

“y/n you finally made it!” Kai shouted, waving you down. She was the co-worker that worked across from you. You smiled taking a seat beside her. Most of you nine were students or just graduated. The entire table took shots, while you decided to stick with some water and order food.

You rarely went out when it was everyone that was drinking, however, the free food pulled you in. Yet you still managed to play with your food, mind wandering off—

“hey y/n, you finished the piece on that one mma fighter right?” Alia asked. Your eyes lifted up, nodding your head. “Oh great, cuz the boss wanted me to switch and I really was going too, but then I got that other story on the animals that I’ve been fighting to get,” she ranted, as you nodded.

“Ya, I finished it up a week or so ago,” you said, as Alia smiled, congratulating you.

“Oh my god, you were soo desperate to get that story off your back. At first I thought you were just being dramatic, but now I understand…that fighter is so scary!” You looked up at Liam, confused. Yes Toji-San was intimidating, but—

“Ya when he came to the building and was asking for you, I was scared he was going to start something,” another co-worker chimed in. Your brows knit together.

“Wait—wait he came to the building—when?” You shout.

“Uhh—“ Kai thought.

“I think it was last Thursday in the morning—“

“Ya last week. He came to the front and asked where you were,” Liam said, as the others nodded. Last Thursday—you had classes Thursday morning.

“I LOVE MMA,” Sasha gushed, “Liam and I noticed him, and he was huge,” Sasha was giggling as Liam rolled his eyes.

“Why was he there, what happened?” can they just get to the point, you huffed.

“Well, you, obviously,” Sasha laughed, your heart stopped.

“But we heard about all the trouble you were having with the story, we were worried something happened during the interview and he was coming to start something.” Liam said.

“I fucking love Toji Fushiguro, but he’s scary to talk too, and all his opponents are always beaten to pulps,” Sasha said.

“I told them to tell him you were busy,” Kai said, asking the waiter for more drinks and chips.

“Are you serious?” You suddenly said. He came…he came and now he probably thinks you’re the one that doesn’t want to see him. “Did he say anything else?”

“I think he left a message with a number, I threw it out,” Sasha waved, as if that was the most innocent thing ever. You felt your blood boil, unable to process what you were feeling, you immediately stood up, knocking the seat back, hitting the persons chair behind you.

“Hey—“

“Where are you going?” Kai looked up, as you grabbed the green scarf that you placed on your chair.

“Fresh air,” you mumbled, pushing your way past the crowd, before stumbling out the door. Sucking in the lung piercing air, you tried to catch your breath. Hot tears warming your cheeks. is he mad at you now? he probably doesn’t want to see you. of course he wouldn’t. you’ve caused so much trouble for him already. going to his gym and leaving a message he probably threw away. then him coming to tell you something and being thrown out.

you cursed yourself for being so stupid. what’s the point? You buried the lower half of your face in the green scarf as it soaked your tears, as making your way back to your apartment. this sucks, everything sucks!

Toji-san…

Your body froze. the familiar set of hair. The physique. The gym logo on the duffel bag. it’s him. It has to be.

the man across the street, continued walking. not realizing you were quickly going after him. Unbeknownst to you, someone was also following the little journalist. Toji-san stop walking so fast! You cursed, trying to keep up with him, as he turned into streets and alleys.

“Toji-san?” Your legs stopped, somehow reaching a long dark back alley. Are you kidding me? No fucking way are you going down that. “Toji-san?” You meekly call out. Fuck me! Now you’ll have to retrace your steps and find the exit to this alley so you can find him.

you held his scarf tightly as you turned back around, only to stumble backwards at the sudden man that appeared before you.

“shit—“ you held your chest, catching your breath at the surprise. “my bad, excuse me,” you said, sidestepping the man, before he moved to stand in your way. “uhhh,” no way. this isn’t happening to you. are fucking for real right now!

“It seems like you’re lost…I’m just here to help,” the creep laughed, sending chills down your spine.

“haha I’m good, not lost. Meeting a friend right now,” you quickly respond, trying to get past him. But he was able to stand in your way. His clothes were ragged, and he had a ski-mask covering his face.

“It’s okay, no need to be scared,” he came towards you, hand coming up to grab your shirt, only for you to swing your fist into his face. “Fuck!” The man shouted, grabbing his jaw.

“Shit,” you cursed, feeling the sting in your hand. Your eyes went wide as you felt your body getting thrown against the building. Ow, you swung your leg up, hitting the man between his legs, as he cursed. Shit, you were too far to kick him hard.

“Fucking bitch—“ the words were quite literally knocked out of his mouth as you witnessed a fist collide with his face. Sending the creep stumbling back. Wait— you noticed the knife he pulled from his pocket.

“Wait—“ your words faded as the creep swung the knife, scraping the other man’s arm, before he knocked the knife from his hands and sent another fist to his face, over and over until the creep was on the ground.

“toji-san,” your voice was small, as you held your jacket tightly, staring up at the mans back. Suddenly feeling you crash into him, burying your face into his back. Toji sighed, looking at the broken skin on his knuckles, before noticing the slight bruising on your own hand resting on his stomach. You held the man tighter, as Toji pulled you off, noticing the tears in your eyes sent a wave of concern and worry.

“are you hurt—“ his words were thrown away as you flung yourself into his arms again. Arms wrapped around his shoulder, as you buried your face in his neck. The scent you’d only had the pleasure of dreaming about, finally washed over you.

“I missed you,” you spoke softly, cheeks flushed at the embarrassing words. But you meant them. You really did. “I missed you so much, toji-san…so much.” Toji smiled, his hand on the back of your head as he held you close.

“Still needy as ever,” he teased, however, he couldn’t stop the bright smile as he pulled away to see the way your cheeks were puffed and damp from the tears. And the green scarf that he’d given you.

“Shut up,” you grumble, suddenly remembering what had happened moment ago. “Your arm!” You pull away fully, to grab his arm. The cut wasn’t deep, but he was still bleeding.

“ ‘s fine—“

“It’s not, my apartment is right around here, come,” not thinking twice you grabbed his duffel bag that he’d thrown on the ground and pulled him along with you. Ignoring how he was trying to take his bag from you, but you telling him he’s injured. Letting it go. You dropped the bag by your front door, and pulled him to sit on the stool beside the kitchen.

“It’s cute,” Toji said as he looked at the small tokyo apartment. You came out of your room with the first aid kit. Toji taking note of the outfit you were wearing. “At a party or something?”

“Oh uh, just at a bar with some friends,” you said, “drinks and food,” you took off his sweater so you can see the cut that went through the material and pierced the skin. Cleaning the wound, luckily there wouldn’t be any need for stitches.

“how much ‘d you drink?” his eyes were locked on your face, noticing the way your fingers delicately wrapped his arm in a bandage.

“nothing… I don’t drink,” you said, looking up at him with a smile as you put some ointment on his knuckles.

“good girl,” he said, smiling at the way your cheeks went pink. Glad that you were fully sober right now. Not long did you notice the small cut on his cheekbone.

“What happened to your face!” You said, opening the kit again to clean the wound.

“It’s nothing,” toji couldn’t pull you off until you finished cleaning and placing a butterfly bandaid on it. “You done?”

You scoffed. “You’re welcome,” you roll your eyes, closing the kit and turning to put it away. yet you felt the lips on your neck.

“Why’d you give me the wrong number?” Toji mumbled into your skin, arms wrapping around your waist pulling your back into his chest.

“Didn’t mean too,” you answer, the guilt climbing up your throat. Toji’s hands wandered the flesh on your stomach as his lips warmed your skin.

“You weren’t trying to hide from me?” Toji asked, as his large hands unbuttoned the cute sweater cardigan you were wearing, exposing your bra to the air.

“No! I wasn’t—“ you quickly turn around, ignoring the embarrassment of having Toji look at your embarrassing little bra. Toji’s eyes wide as he took in the red flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkled with excess tears, and the way you licked your lips to catch your words. “I wasn’t hiding from you. I never wanted to hide from you!” Your hands are grabbing at his arm as he admires your adorable little confession.

“How am I supposed to believe that?” Toji tilted his head. “Got pushed out by your friends at work, too,” he brought it up. So it was true. He did come by to see you. The guilt was at its max, as your eyes filled with tears, unable to express your feelings at all. This is embarrassing!

“It’s—not like that!” You shake your head. “It’s not like that that, toji-san,” you repeat. Toji felt your grip tighten around his arms. Taking note of the way your lip quivered. His hand lifted up, pulling your bottom lip.

“Spit it out, y/n,” your name on his lips sent a wave of arousal flooding inside you. “I can just fuck you and make you cry if you wanna act like a baby so badly. So spit it out, so I know what you want,” Toji could be cruel sometimes. But he was not someone that liked tip toeing around feelings and emotions.

“I want you,” you mumble eyes locked on his lap standing between his open legs, Toji’s hand slipped from your lips.

“look at me,” he watched your lip quiver. Of course he knew you were still a dumb little girl. Still embarrassed about expressing your feelings. But he didn’t have time for that. No…he hasn’t seen you in four weeks. The only thing that’s been on his mind is you. And now all he wants is for you to tell him you feel the same.

toji is not an idiot. He knows you feel the same. But knowing is different from you saying it.

“don’t be a brat, and look at me,” toji rubbed his thumb on your chin. Sighing as he felt your tears fall on his wrist, sliding down to his bandage. “sweetheart.”

“b-but toji-san,” your voice was quiet, swallowing the lumps in your throat as you tried to speak clearly for him. Not wanting to act like a baby.

“hmm?” The man encouraged you.

“i don’t want you to be mad,” his brows furrowed. Why would he be mad?

“just look at me. lemme see your eyes, baby,” toji hummed as you finally lifted your head. Teary eyes meeting his, as he smiled. “Not so bad, eh?” He said, as you hummed. Trying desperately to stop your lip from quivering.

“I came to see you…” you said, sucking up some more breath to speak. “A week after we were together…did I do something wrong?” You couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him to like you so badly, you don’t want to be a bother. Clingy and whiny was something you despised. Yet why are you acting like that.

“I went on a trip…” Toji tried to explain but you were shaking your head.

“I know…I know, and I left a message with that one guy…the white haired one,” Gojo, Toji’s brows furrowed…wait a moment… “I thought I did something…you didn’t call me—“ Toji hated this. He hated all this miscommunication. He hated that trip, he hated not talking to you or knowing if you were alright. And to find out this whole fucked up situation was caused by something on his part—

His lips drank her words as he tried his best to reassure her. “It’s my fault,” toji mumbled, kissing away her insecurities that he created. “It’s all my fault,” he hands roamed her body. Her hot skin against his palms had him pulling her closer as her hands felt down his chest, resting between his legs.

“can I?” You pant against his lips, fingers playing with the waistband of his sweats. Toji looks at you, laughing as you open your mouth, telling him what you want to do.

“I haven’t seen you in forever, you don’t want me filling you up?” Toji brushed the hair from your face, feeling the heat radiating off your skin.

“I wanna taste you, too,” you whisper, fingers played with the string of his sweats.

“Okay, just because you used you words,” toji praised, lifting your head as you kissed him. Toji hummed against your lips as he stood up, pulling you into his chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he smiled lifting you up. “So spoiled,” Toji mumbled as he took you to the room you pointed at.

You once again got lost in his taste, his tongue swallowing yours as you played with him. Laying you on the edge of your bed, standing as he put one knee between your legs as his hands pulled the clothing off your body. His lips covering the more skin he exposed. Until you suddenly pushed him back with your foot.

“You said I could do it,” you pout, he had already pulled your pants off, tossing to the side, and your bra strap was off your shoulder pulled down to expose your tits, perked buds already covered in his saliva.

“are you ready for that?” Toji was slightly guilty, and maybe selfish too. He doesn’t want you sucking him off because you think he’s mad at you. I mean, yes, he’ll die to have you gagging on dick, but well…he also wants to taste you too…

You pushed him back more, so he was standing upright. His cock was clearly visible in his low hanging sweats. Your other foot pressing against the boner making him grunt in surprise. His hand held your foot against his pec, as the other felt the skin of your legs. Groaning as he noticed the wet patch that bloomed between your legs.

“Toji-san, I want it in my…” you stuck your tongue out, making Toji pull you forward. A yelp escaping your lips as he dropped your legs and lifted you upright. You sat in front of him as he bent down, grabbing your jaw.

“You haven’t done this with anyone?” Toji asked, watching your eyes shine as you shook your head. “What did you do in the four weeks I didn’t see you?”

“Nothing,” you answer quickly, his brow quirked, as he pushed his sweats off. Your eyes drifting down to the large print in his boxers.

“Eyes on me,” toji tapped your cheek as you snapped your head up. Completely at his mercy.

“Wanna see it,” you smile, toji had to focus. That innocent little smile when your talking about sucking him off. Fuck me. “miss it…” your hand tries to grab at him.

“Listen to me,” toji snapped, making you whine. “are you seriously gonna act all spoiled?” Toji lifted your chin as he bit your bottom lip, making you whine.

“toji-san…okay…I’ll be good,” you huff, cheeks flushed as Toji pulled his boxers down. you’re so cute, he thought. Your fist clenched around the blanket trying your best to keep your eyes on his face. You could see from your peripheral, the large cock slapping his lower stomach.

Toji hummed as he laid you down on the bed, looming over as he climbed above you, lips and hands feeling your skin. Nibbling on your tits as he drooled, massaging the other as he rubbed himself between your clothed cunt. Your arousal seeped through the material of your panties, wetting his growing member so lewdly. You completely forgot all senses as Toji worshipped your body, biting at the skin, smiling as dark marks littered your body, trying his best to make up for lost tim—

“huh?” Your eyes fluttered open feeling his warmth leave you. You looked to your side seeing him sat up, leaning up with one arm.

“what’s with the face?” he taunted, making you groan as you turned over and crawled between his legs. annoyingly shrugging the bra off you as you kissed up his neck, nuzzling your face against his hot skin. Your tongue licking him as toji hummed.

“wanted you to fuck me,” you whine, hand feeling down his free arm pulling it to your body trying to get him to continue. “toji-san,” you whine when you get him to squeeze your tit. Toji throws his head back in laughter. As you huff.

“you asked for it,” toji said, his hand holding your face as he licked your lips. “if you do a good job, then I’ll play with your pretty cunt,” toji clicked his tongue only for you to lick his lips, kissing his scar as he chuckled. “what is it?”

your warm breath fanned against his lips, waiting for him. “you know what,” you sighed gently, eyes dazed.

“you haven’t done anything yet?” toji tsked jokingly, only for you to kiss his jaw and cheek, going back to his lips.

“toji-san…just for now,” you wanted it, please. toji hummed as he held the side of your face.

“comprising are we?” toji tilted his head as you nodded eagerly, Toji’s thumb pulling your bottom lip down. “submissive little puppy,” toji smiled as he rubbed his digit against your tongue as your eyes remained on him. “adorable,” that look. toji could be mean on you some other time. yes…for now, he’ll give you whatever you want. “open up.”

his tongue connected with yours, purposely making it as wet as possible, before he pulled back. Looking down at you, the trail of saliva connecting your lips before finally granting your wish. His salvia slipping from his lips, down onto your tongue. Your eyes fluttered in bless, moaning gently as you press your pussy down on the mattress, swallowing as toji brushed your hair.

you hummed in delight, lips connecting with the man’s neck. Toji sighed as you littered his skin in sloppy kisses. He fingers tangled in your hair as you hung up on his chest. your lips curling into a smile as you felt the flesh of his large man tits. Tongue swirling on his nipples. Nibbling on them, as toji hummed in delight. teeth marks littered his chest. Finally trailing lower down his body, smiling when the well groomed hairs tickled your nose.

“toji-san’s so pretty,” you mumble as you kiss and nibble around his pelvis. Unbothered by the musk of his long day. only delighted that he was allowing you to bury your face in it. Finger’s subconsciously rubbing his thigh. Toji laughed, brushing your hair back, as he waited patiently for you. The amount of pre cum creating a small puddle on his thigh as his cock rested.

“gonna get to it, sweetheart?” Toji rubbed your cheekbone, as you hummed.

“ ‘s big,” you mumble, fingers delicately tracing his hard dick.

“mmm,” toji picks up your hand, lifting it to his lips as he licks your palm. he caresses your cheek as he guides your hand to his dick. allowing your fingers to wrap around the length, lifting the heavy weight as he groaned. your eyes sparkled.

“I’ll make you feel good,” you said in determination. Toji hummed as you leaned further between his legs, as he spread them for you. You brought the tip to your lips. Sneaking a lick for taste. The bitter sweetness had you lapping again and again, before latching your lips on his tip—

“shit,” toji groaned, brushing the hair off your face as you stroked his cock. “take more, baby,” Toji instructed. Obedient as ever, you took a little more in. The weight felt nice in your mouth, tongue circling as you slobbered on his thickness, drool siping down to your palm as you squeezed a little tighter pumping his cock. “fhuck just like that,” toji groaned.

Your pussy was clenching around nothing as you worshipped his cock. He was moaning the more you struggled to take him in. Chocking when he pushed you lower, gagging as tears slid down your burning cheeks as you tried your hardest to fit him in. you loved it. his hands in your hair, petting your head like a good girl, his low groans and pants…

“so cute ugh crying all over my dick,” Toji praised, more tears slipping as you rubbed your legs together, unconsciously stimulating your pussy. Toji was in awe his head thrown back as you pulled off to catch your breath, panting on his cock as drool slipped down his twitching dick. your fingers played with him. leaning down as you held his cock up, rubbing your face on the underside, kissing his heavy balls. his pre cum grazing your cheeks.

“my little cock slut,” toji rubbed your forehead as you drooled on his balls, licking the vein that ran up. you hummed in delight, he smelled so good. your senses were dazed, he was so big. you went back up to take him in your lips. not having enough of him.

“struggling s’ much—shit,” Your pussy was completely drenched, something building up as you rubbed your pussy against the mattress. Toji’s brow quirked, head tilted as he noticed your unconscious little play. Your lips latched onto his fat mushroom tip, that leaked more and more. His hips bucking, as you gagged for a moment. This was definitely the most someone has struggled giving him head, yet seeing the absolute delight in your face, the red blush on your cheeks, the fat tears that fell from your fucked out eyes.

“fuck, making such a mess,” toji moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “ugh so good, puppy,” Noticing how much his hips jump and cock twitched, you sucked harder, palm gliding as you pumped him more. “baby…baby…fuck me…” toji groaned as his balls tighted, abs clenching as he rolled his hips up, spurting into your lips. “ah fuck, ah good,” toji groaned as he watched you stroke him, milking out his cum as your tongue hung out, before you suddenly felt a chill run up your spine— grounding yourself on the mattress as you moaned on Toji’s cock. nails digging into his thigh, head falling down as your eyes rolling closed.

“fucking brat,” toji clicked his tongue as he sighed knowing exactly what happened. your lips drooling on his cock as you panted, cheek falling to rest on his upper thigh. “you couldn’t wait a couple minutes?” toji brushed your hair as you licked the cum from his tip, as if it was some lollipop. “cant even control your own pussy?” The semi-hard cock, felt nice in your hand. Your eyes dazed, tears staining your cheek as toji sat fully up.

“gonna slobber on my cock all night?” Toji watched your eyes lift up to his, still holding his tip to your lips, as you hummed, licking him again. “fuck,” toji pulled you up. Your tongue automatically latching on to his lips, as he fell back on the bed. Gosh you were always fucked after cumming. Toji thought.

“so you cum in your panties and think it’s that easy,” toji mumbles as he pulls you off him. You whine at the loss. Some of his cum still stained the side of your lips and chin as he wiped it off, before shoving his thumb in your lips. moaning around him.

“ wasn’t on purpose,” you mumble, toji sits up, as you rub against his thigh.

“sure— cumming from just sucking my dick,” toji said, your cheeks flushed. “Take em off.” Toji’s finger rip the waistband of your panties.

You embarrassingly pull them off. Toji guiding you to sit between his legs.

“show me how drenched you are,” he commands.

“that’s embarrassing, toji-san,” your face is red, cursing your pussy for reacting.

toji‘a eyes sunk. “spread. your. legs.”

Your face was flushed as you willingly opened your legs wide. he grabbed them, placing them on the outside of his thighs, letting him get a perfect view of your pussy lips spread for him. allowing visible access to the clear cream leaking from your pulsing core.

toji hummed spreading your lips apart even more, “clit is a nice lil hard bud,” toji tsked, flicking the knot of nerves, making a moan escape your lips. he sank a finger into you easily. “still tight even after cumming yourself,” toji pulled out as he licked his finger, purposely making you bite your lip in suspense. His cock grew the more you wiggled between his legs. he was dreaming of your taste for weeks, his blood rushing south.

“fill me up, please,” you whine when he pumps your pussy again, so close to cumming before he pulls out. Licking his fingers. “toji-saaan,” your eyes well up with tears, only for toji to slap your pussy.

“stop it,” toji snaps, “who’s the one that decided to cum herself?” Toji raises a brow, waiting for an answer. your fist clenches, it’s not your fault. You close your lips rolling your eyes, which earns another slap from your pussy.

“ahh toj—“ not finishing your sentence before he slaps your clit again and again, until he’s pinning you down to the mattress. Your legs spread and shaking as he’s slapping your red puffy lips, more juices leak out, clawing at his arm.

“ahhh s-stop stop! okay!” You’re sobbing, legs shaking as your pussy pulses. Toji’s looming body waits for you to finally answer. The tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, as Toji’s dick twitches agaisnt your thigh. His cock dropping with pre cum. Your panting, eyes dazed as you feel the shadow of his palm. Toji realizes your play. Laughing as he gives your pussy another slap, extracting a moan.

“fucking with me now?” Toji tsks, pumping his fingers inside your pussy before pulling out and slapping your clit until your bucking your hips up, nails digging into his arm.

“w-wanna ahh please—pleasee,” your words are incoherent, drool slipping from your lips as you bury your face in your hand trying to cover your loud screaming moans as toji abuses your cunt. his lips attack yours, excitement filling his blood as you cry and moan, thrashing with each slap.

“cute baby,” toji drools into your mouth, your eyes crossing in pleasure, as your tongue hangs out.

Toji’s laughing at how easily he handles you. Your all, but as much as he talks about punishing you, he relishes in the fact that you’re begging for more. His fingers are completely drenched in your arousal.

“want your neighbors to hear how big of a slut their little journalist is?” Toji laughs as your pussy tightens around his fingers at his lewd words. “Gonna cum now?”

“uhh ji-san , ahh please,” your thoughts were scrambled, and he was not letting up. Feeling you clench around him, hips bucking up, as he degrades you. Your off the edge now, crying as your legs shake uncontrollably, gushing around his fingers.

“shit,” Toji’s hips buck in surprise at the liquid that hit his lower stomach. “oh fuck, puppy, making a mess,” Toji’s lips curl into a wide grin, as you cry the more he rubs your clit, slapping it.

“toji toji—ah—I can’t—“ your panting as your legs jump up, more squirt gushing onto him the more he overstimulates you.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Oh fuck, let it out, cmon doing so well,” Toji’s praises were pure joy. He couldnt hold it anymore, his hand lacing around yours as he hooks an arm under your thigh as he sinks his fat cock into your gushing pussy.

“toji!” You cry, squeezing his hand, as his lips swallow your cries. Toji groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips into you. The amount you came, had him sinking into your pussy. The squelching noises faded as he drinks your cries.

“Still so fuckin tight ‘for me,” toji thrusted back in, getting more of his cock, until he bottomed out. Your eyes widened feeling him so deep inside you. Your lips trembled, vision blurry.

“toji, inside—me,” you were beyond fucked out. a lazy smile on your lips as toji kissed you again and again as he fucked you into the mattress. His heavy balls slapping the curve of your ass, a ring of cream at the bottom of his thick dick, his hair covered in your juices as your moans drowned out his worries. You were here, you were with him. Your voice, cries, touch, smell.

“baby,” toji bit your shoulder, marking you again. “feel so good,” Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, you were unbelievably happy you couldn’t process anything he was saying. “missed you, too.” He sighed. Your nails creating marks across his back as toji planted himself, driving harder.

“ to’ji…agh…uhh—“ your walls suffocated his cock, sucking him in as your eyes fluttered, gushing around his thick member.

“shit, again baby,” toji picked up the speed as you made a mess, crying when he went on.

“toji, fill me…up,” you beg, toji groaning at your words. “want ‘ur c-cum,” your lips were parted as toji’s tongue entered your mouth. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

“can’t do that, baby,” Toji’s jaw clenched as he finally got to the edge, kissing you until his lips parted in bliss letting out a low moan, cock pulling out as his hot white cum shot out of his tip, decorating your pussy lips and lower stomach. More of your cum squeezed out as Toji groaned, stroking his cock, releasing some more cum.

your eyes were fluttering as toji, kissed your cheek.

“did so good for me,” toji praised as he brushed your sweaty hair off your face.

“toji,” your lips curled into a gentle smile, toji felt his eyes widen realizing he was so focused on fucking you, that he didn’t have time to process what you’d been saying.

“no san?” He smiled, your eyes fluttered.

“I—“

“I like it,” he kissed your lips. “you made quit the mess though,” toji was exhausted, but it was you. He picked you up and walked you to the bathroom. Sitting you down on the counter as he placed a towel under the warm water.

“i wanted you to cum inside me,” you mumble as toji wipes the mess between your legs. His eyes lifting up to meet yours. was it bad that you wanted his cum to paint your walls and leak out. I mean you didn’t want a baby, but you wanted him.

“you were fucked out, puppy,” toji said, rinsing the towel again and wiping your stomach.

“but…” you looked away, pouting in annoyance. “would’ve felt good.” toji laughed at your response. Making you click your tongue.

“it definitely would have,” he wiped the mess on his stomach. you watched, as your legs kicked. he rinsed the towel again, wiping down his wet dick. Your foot swinging up to brush his dick. Toji caught your foot, just lifting it up enough to spread your legs again, which had you wincing.

“don’t start something you can’t finish,” he tsked, dropping your leg and picking you up. you buried your face in his neck not replying. “ignoring me?”

“no,” you mumbled quietly. toji hums , kicking the messy blanket onto the ground, luckily you had another blanket underneath.

toji sighed as he watched you avoid his eyes once he’d laid you back on the bed.

“you’re a handful you know that?” He said, making you roll over, covering yourself in the blanket. “god,” toji grumbled, as he straddled your body, which immediately caught your attention. His thumb holding your chin as he leaned down to your lips.

“I didn’t fill you up cuz you’re not on the pill, baby. if you want me spilling inside your little cunt, then I’ll do it next time,” your eyes sparkled.

“next time!” You repeated excitedly.

“only if you take something,” toji sank under the covers with you. You rolled over, leg swung over his lap as your buried your face on his shoulder, immediately knocking out.

“are you serious?” Toji spoke to himself. You did knock out easily the first time he fucked you. I guess it was your thing. Yawning himself, he kept a secure arm wrapped around your body, as his other hand brushed your hair. so cute. he thought finally knocking out.

toji couldn’t describe this feeling. but he knew he never wanted to live without it. the feeling of waking up and seeing you sprawled out beside him. once again laying on your stomach, facing away from him, lips parted as drool slipped out. toji felt your leg buried under his own and your other bent. you did not know how to sleep beside people.

“how do you end up like this?” toji mumbled to himself, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. his scar curled with his lips, as he turned on his side, reaching over your body to grab his phone on your nightstand. checking the time. he’ll pick and tease you, but in the end waking up beside you was just pure joy for him.

snapping a picture of you sprawled out, he tossed his phone aside, it was still early. He let his warm palm run across your exposed back. lips connecting to your shoulder as he sighed. He buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling your natural scent as he kissed your neck. yes, this was perfect. holding you in his arms, embracing you with only comfort and adoration.

“stay,” he sighed. stay with him forever.

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The mess we’ve made (in the ways that matter sequel)

Aonung (19) , neteyam (20) , lo’ak (19) x Ash Navi women, and an Ash Navi fem reader

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, intense orgasms, bondage, p in v, oral, fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, (some of them pass out lmfao), squirting, cursing,

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

“Ouchh! Don’t pull too hard, mama!” Lo’ak shouted as X’yiera guided him through the village by his loincloth.

“You talk so much.” You chuckled, opening the door to your huge hut, letting everyone enter first. “He’s done nothing but talk all fucking night!” X’yiera muttered, rolling her eyes, as she tugged at his loincloth harder. X’yiera walked lo’ak to the threshold of the hut, as he eyed you up and down.

“Mmm can I have you first, baby? These two skxawng’s behind me wouldn’t know how to handle a woman like you.” He growled, biting his lip. You stepped closer to him, so close that your Breast were pressed against his stomach.

“You think you’ve got what it takes? To handle me?” You asked innocently, caressing his biceps. He nodded his head slowly, grinning down at you.

“Let me out of these ropes, and I’ll show you, mama.” He spoke sensually, pressing his throbbing cock against your heat. You glanced down briefly before meeting his lustful eyes.

“Get inside.” You commanded, with a dark grin. X’yiera guided him inside, pushing him to the ground.

“Listen, im not interested in your little game.” Neteyam spoke angrily, towering over your small frame, as ziwi held his rope. You were especially intrigued by him; the way he resisted, but you knew deep down he wanted this. He was just trying to be the responsible one.

You eyed him up and down, before placing your hand on his unintentional bulge. “Your body is telling me something different.” You spat seductively, sliding your hand in his loincloth to massage his aching cock. He shut his eyes tightly, trying his best not to give in.

“Ziwi, I want you to take reaaaall good care of this one tonight.” You smirked, pulling your hand out of his loincloth.

“Mhm, i definitely will!” She chuckled, pushing him inside of the hut. Your eyes snapped to Aonung, who was now standing in the doorway while ke’ti held his arms. He smiled nervously, looking around.

“Umm, you’re very pretty. What’s your name again?” He asked, sliding his tongue across his bottom lip. You smiled, titling your head at the boy before you. “Y/n. Yours?” You smiled, leaning again the frame of the door, crossing your arms.

“Ao’nung.” He chuckled, nodding his head at you. “Are you gonna give my sister a hard time, Ao’nung?” You asked, leaning your head against the frame. He laughed nervously, eyeing you up and down. “Is she gonna take it easy on me, y/n?” He asked, tilting his head. He made you break character, causing you to laugh out loud before you went straight faced again.

“Inside.” You commanded, pointing to the inside of the hut. He shook his head as ke’ti guided him inside, sitting him on the ground next to Neteyam and lo’ak. You turned around swiftly, shutting the door behind you before walking over to your sisters.

“Soooo, let’s start this off right. What are your names?” Ke’ti asked the boys. “That one is Ao’nung.” You pointed at the boy, winking at him. He shook his head as he tried his best to hide his smile.

“What’s your name, talk-a-lot!” X’yiera asked sarcastically, glaring at lo’ak. “Lo’ak, but you can call me daddy.” He smirked, blowing X’yiera a kiss. Neteyam shot a deadly glare at his younger brother.

“LO’AK!” Neteyam shouted, muscles flexing as his veins popped out of his flesh from anger.

“I’ve been dying to know your name all night.” Ziwi giggled, crawling over to Neteyam. Neteyams eyes widened, scooting as far back as he could, until he hit the wall. Ziwi reached Neteyam, spreading his legs to crawl between them, coming face to face with him.

“N-Neteyam.” He muttered nervously, eyeing ziwi up and down frantically.

“Mmmm neteyam, That’s so hot.” She moaned, going in for a kiss. His ears perked, almost enticed by her sweet voice. Their lips met, moving in sync as their tongues danced with each other.

“Oh no fair! He’s been complaining this entire time!” Lo’ak shouted, watching Neteyam fall into ziwi’s trap.

“Oh don’t worry, baby. Im finally gonna shut you up.” X’yiera spoke seductively, walking over to lo’ak before squatting down on him. The immediate friction made him hiss, throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Kiss me, lo’ak.” X’yiera commanded seductively, pulling his head to meet her gaze. He immediately crashed his lips into hers, and just like that, he was finally quiet. She moaned in his mouth, rocking back and forth on his hard cock.

“Hey there, big boy.” Ke’ti spoke in her melodic tone, shifting her eyes towards aonung. He felt a pounding in his chest as he watched her slither closer, squatting infront of him.

“May I?” Ke’ti asked innocently, tugging at his loincloth. “Do I even have a choice?” He titled his head, watching her rip his loincloth off without his answer. she smiled, jerking his cock with her dainty hand before planting a kiss on his lips.

You watched your sisters feast on their prey, as you sat back on your throne. Gently pulling your loincloth off before spreading your legs, pleasuring yourself to the beautiful scene infront of you.

Ziwi finally pulled away from the kiss. Both her and Neteyam watched as the string of spit connected them. “I’ve been yearning for you all day, and all you’ve done is reject me.” She pouted, untying his loincloth to unveil his huge, throbbing cock.

“Ziwi, I need you to listen to me. We can’t do this.” Neteyam panted as he watched her connect her mouth to his tip. He growled, throwing his head back.

“Mmm I’ll do what I want.” She muttered, before kissing his tip, plunging his cock all the way down her throat. His head snapped back at her, mouth flying opened as she gagged, choked, and bobbed her head up and down on him, sending him an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“Mmm, I- we c-an’t” he stuttered, sliding down the wall alittle. “Just hush, Neteyam. Let me take care of you.” She mumbled, rubbing his flexed abs.

“Mmm untie me. I just wanna show you something.” Lo’ak growled, watching X’yiera grind her hips into his.

“Then that wouldn’t make you a prisoner, now would it?” She moaned, scooting back as she untied his loincloth.

“You can do whatever you want to me. I just want to touch you, please.” He begged, tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth. Her eyes narrowed, considering the idea of him having somewhat control of the situation.

She slowly lifted off of him, helping him stand to his feet. She strutted behind him, kissing his back as she untied the ropes.

“Mmm you look so good mama!” Lo’ak groaned, watching you rub circles into your clit. You looked him in the eyes as you slid two fingers inside of yourself. He bit his lip, nodding his head at you. “Wait until I get out of this rope baby! I’m gonna give you something way better.” Lo’ak spoke seductively, feeling the rope loosen around his wrists before dropping to the ground.

X’yiera walked to the front of him, pulling him closer by his almost untied loincloth. “Now what did you want to show me?” She asked seductively, planting a kiss on his chest, before looking back up at him. He smirked, immediately picking her up roughly, walking her over to the table next to you. He snapped his neck at you, picking you up with ease, before placing you on the table next to your sister.

“Turn around, and bend over for me.” He growled at you, and you obliged. Once you got in the position, you let your head rest on the table as your ass was in the air, facing him. You snaked your hand around, fingering yourself as you moaned his name.

He smacked your ass with one hand, as he tore X’yiera’s loincloth off with the other. X’yiera rubbed her hand up and down his chiseled abs as he started to untie his own loincloth, throwing both of them to the side. “I wanna feel you, right here.” X’yiera moaned, grabbing his hand, placing it on her lower abdomen.

“I’m gonna make you feel it, don’t worry. Turn around.” He muttered, licking his lips as he watched her assume the same position as you. He grabbed his hard cock, bringing it up to X’yiera’s dripping cunt, massaging her clit with the tip before plunging deep into her.

“Oohhh fuck!” X’yiera moaned, feeling lo’ak pump in and out of her slowly. “Mhmmm you’re so wet ,mama!” He grunted, speeding up the pace as he gripped your ass, slapping it one more time.

“h-how did you- ngh! g-get out of the rope?” Neteyam asked as ziwi gagged on his aching cock, humming with every bob of her head.

“You get more bee’s with honey, bro!” Lo’ak chuckled, watching the two girls infront of him like a kid in a candy store.

“Isn’t that right, girls?” He hummed, bending down to plant a small kiss on your ass. “Yessss!” X’yiera screamed, throwing her ass back on him.

“Mmmhmm” you hummed, fingering yourself faster as you shut your eyes, feeling that familiar feeling build in your stomach.

“I-I’ve been just a-as- mmm! - nice as you! What the fuck?” Aonung shouted breathlessly, watching ke’ti rip her loincloth off, before lining his cock up with her glossy cunt. He growled loudly before bucking his hips into hers, pushing his cock into her hole.

“Yessss!” Ke’ti yelled, bouncing on him with harsh force. She held his broad shoulders for leverage as she balled her face up in pleasure. Aonung hissed at her warmth, watching her pelvis meet his with every movement.

“You keep fucking me like this, and I’m gonna cum any second.” Ao’nung moaned, throwing his head back, closing his eyes as he tried his best to think of something different.

“Mhmm give it to me, please?” She begged, grabbing his chin to bring his eyes to hers. She leaned her forehead on his, locking eyes with him. His mouth flew opened as she slowed the pace, rolling her hips into his.

“Ao’nung, d-do not fall for it!” Neteyam shouted, watching ziwi tear her top off to reveal her huge breasts.

“Oh my…” neteyam whispered, sighing deeply as he gulped loudly. “You like it?” Ziwi giggled caressing her breast sensually.

“I umm-NO!” He shook his head, snapping out of the trance he was slipping into. “Oh, please stop being so stubborn with me. All I wanna do is make you feel good. Do you not like me? Is that it?” She pouted, crossing her arms around her chest.

“Ziwi, you kidnapped me….knife to my back.” Neteyam spoke in monotone with a sarcastic smile.

“That’s not the point! everyone else is having funnnn, and you’re being boringgggg!” She whined slapping his chest with the back of her hand. He growled, looking around at everyone, taking in all of the moaning and skin clapping that was undeniably turning him on. He looked back at ziwi, eyeing her up and down curiously.

“You know how to get what you want, don’t you? Just bat those pretty eyes of yours, and everyone falls at your feet, right? NOT ME! You’re gonna have to do better than THIS!” He growled through gritted teeth, looking into her hypnotic eyes.

“Mhmm yell at me again, it’s soooo hot!” Ziwi moaned, ripping her loincloth off. “DONT DO IT!” Neteyam commanded sternly as he watched her line up her cunt with his cock. She slammed down onto him hard, immediately moaning loudly. Neteyams mouth flew opened as he felt her clenching around him already. She used his shoulders as leverage to bounce on him hard and fast.

“Yes! Yes! Yesssss!” She screamed hugging his neck tightly. “Shiiiiiittttt ziwi, slow down!” He grunted in her ear, feeling the utmost amount of pleasure.

“I-I can’t! you- mmm!- you feel so good!” Ziwi whined, rolling her hips into his. He unintentionally slid down the wall with each roll of her hips, until his back was flush to the floor. This position slid Neteyam deeper into ziwi, making her cry out, using his chest as leverage to go crazy on top of him.

“Aghh! p-please, just SLOW DOWN!” Neteyam pleaded with his eyes shut, shaking his head from side to side as he fought the urge to cum inside of her.

“You ok over there, bro?” Lo’ak chuckled, still watching you finger yourself.

“Mama, you don’t have to do that. I’m right here.” Lo’ak grinned, pulling your fingers out of your cunt, before he shoved 2 of his finger in. You gasped, holding on to the table to keep you steady.

“Lo’ak, it’s soooo big!” X’yiera whined, reaching her hand back to feel on his abs. He grabbed her arm, as she sliding her hand up to grip his bicep.

“You like that, mama? You like when I fuck you sensless? Huh?” He asked, tugging on her arm for a response.

“Mhmmm, I-I’m so close!” She moaned, biting her lip with a delirious smile.

“Me toooo!” You whined, feeling his fingers curl into your sweetspot.

“It would be soooo hot if you both came at the same time!” Lo’ak moaned, feeling his own high approaching. You and your sister completely ignored his statement, grabbing each others hand as both of your moans got louder and louder until:

“lo’ak, I’m cumminggggg!” You both screamed in unison, convulsing as you both squirted all over him. “Damnnn, me too!” He grunted, immediately filling X’yiera’s womb with his seed.

“Mhmmm, baby number 1.” Lo’ak panted, slapping X’yiera’s ass as he pulled out slowly, watching the excess cum drip from her cunt.

He shifted behind you, before bending down to your ear. “I wanna see your pretty face while i fuck you.” He whispered, kissing your earlobe. You bit your lip, pushing him back before you turned around to face him, spreading your legs to welcome him in. He immediately came closer, lining his cock with your cunt before sliding in slowly. You screamed in pleasure, feeling his tip brush against your sweetspot. His eyes shifted to X’yiera, who was laid flat on the table from exhaustion.

“Get up, mama!” He chuckled slapping her ass hard to wake her up. She jolted up, twisting around slowly to meet lo’ak’s lustful gaze.

“Come hold me while I fuck the shit out of your sister.” He moaned breathlessly, speeding up his pace. X’yiera smiled weakly, shuffling to her feet to stand behind lo’ak, feeling on his abs and chest from behind as she planted kisses on his back.

“How are you boys doing over there?” Lo’ak shouted, keeping his eye contact on your pretty face, all balled up from the pleasure he was sending to you.

“I-I’m, she’s killing me.” Aonung spoke weakly, twitching from ever roll of ke’ti’s hips. “Just cum in me, please Aonung! I need you so bad!” Ke’ti pleaded, rocking back and forth on top of him. Aonung shook his head frantically, shaking from the orgasm he was holding onto for dear life.

“Fine! I’ll take it then.” She growled, sliding off of him, before turning around on his lap, slamming onto him again.

“FUCK!” Aonung shouted throwing his head back on the wall. Ke’ti held onto his legs, bouncing on him rapidly, and forcefully.

“Look at it, Aonung. Watch me bounce on this huge cock of yours.” Ke’ti moaned, taking her hair out of the ponytail it is was in, flipping it backwards, letting it tickle his abs.

“Ke’ti please! I-I can’t hold it much longer!” Aonung growled, sweating profusely as he tried to hold the orgasm that had been lingering in his lower abdomen for a while.

“Mmmm, yes! I want you to cum deep inside of me. Breed me, please!” Ke’ti screamed, speeding up the pace to catch her orgasm. Her words, her sweet moans, everything about her was sending Aonung over the edge.

“Ohhhhh shit, I-I’m-“ Aonung shouted as he convulsed, twitching inside of Ke’ti.

“Fuck! Yes yes yes! Right thereeeee!” She screamed, spazzing on him as she came hard. Aonungs eyes rolled back, mouth falling open as he came deep inside of her. His head fell limp on her back, as she kept riding him, chasing her second orgasm.

“Wake up, daddy! I’m not done yet!” Ke’ti moaned, biting her lip as she continued bouncing on him at a fast pace.

“Aonung? AONUNG!” Neteyam shouted, watching Aonung’s limp body twitch under ke’ti.

Ziwi turned neteyam’s head towards her. “Look at meeee!” She whined, rocking back and forth on him. Neteyam pursed his lips, shutting his eyes tightly.

“NO!” neteyam grunted, still not giving in to the pleasure he was feeling. Ziwi grew tired of his stubbornness. She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head at him. she stood to her feet, making neteyams eyes fly opened.

“w-what are you doing?” He asked, scanning her angry demeanor. “Shut up.” Ziwi growled, dropping into a split slowly.

“No no no no! Ok I’m sorry!” Neteyam spat frantically, eyes wide as he watched her drop down onto him.“Ohhh shittttt!” Neteyam moaned loudly, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he twitched under her.

“Too late.” She smirked devilishly, using his chest as leverage to move up and down on him at a steady pace. “I-I’m gonna cum if y-you don’t get up.” Neteyam muttered, eyes twitching erratically.

“That’s the point, daddy! Give me all of it!” Ziwi moaned, licking her lips as she rocked back and forth on him. He shook his head, trying his best to fight it, but he was slipping away slowly.

“P-please don’t do this!” Neteyam cried, looking into her eyes, which he soon realized….was a big mistake. His mouth flew opened, tears blurring his vision. Ziwi bent down, kissing his bottom lip.

“Yes, just like that! Give it to me, daddy.” She nodded, watching him twitch as he stayed stuck with the same facial expression. Without warning, he came deep inside of her. A single tear fell down his still face. He gasped for air, but nothing. Ziwi, shifted back to her knees, bouncing on him with no remorse as she wrapped her hands around his neck.

“You feel so good, neteyammm!” Ziwi whined, throwing her head back as she felt her orgasm approaching quickly. Finally, Neteyam came to, gasping loudly. He looked down at the source, watching their pelvises stick together with every meeting, and that was all he needed to know…

“Mmm fuck!” Neteyam shouted in frustration, trailing his eyes back up to ziwi, as she balled her face up in pleasure.

“Neteyam I’m cummminnggggg!” Ziwi screamed , throwing her head back as she squirted all over him, rocking back and forth to ride out her high. Neteyam huffed, going completely limp on the ground.

“I see you finally gave her what she wanted, bro!” Lo’ak laughed, still keeping eye contact with you. You were a moaning mess on him, feeling your orgasm building in your lower abdomen.

“I know you’re close, baby. I can feel you.” Lo’ak growled lowly, going in for a kiss. Your lips met, moving in sync. He reached around, letting his fingers connect with X’yiera’s clit. “Mmm fuck!” X’yiera moaned, holding onto lo’ak tighter as her head rested on his broad back.

“I didn’t forget about you, mama!” Lo’ak chuckled into the kiss, rutting into you hard and deep. You bit his lip, bending it back before letting it go.

“Yes, keep fucking me just like that!” You whined, throwing your head back. He grabbed your neck, planting kisses on your chin.

“I could do this all fucking day!” He moaned, rolling his hips into yours. Your jaw dropped, feeling him graze your bruised sweetspot.

“Yes, that’s it mama. Give it to me, and I’ll give it to you.” He grunted, kissing your bottom lip.

“Lo’ak I-I’m gonna cum!” X’yiera screamed, holding onto his arm as she convulsed hard. “Go ahead, baby. Do what you gotta do.” He panted, feeling another orgasm build in his lower abdomen.

“I- I think I’m cumming too, lo’ak!” You whined, shifting your right leg onto of his shoulder, allowing him easier access. He held onto it, kissing your leg as he glared at you with hooded eyes.

“You want me to paint this pussy baby? Huh?” He whispered, biting his lip as he thrusted into you slowly.

“Yesss!” You screamed, tears welling in your eyes as you started spazzing. You clenched around him repeatedly, milking him of all his cum.

“Shit, y/n!” He growled, cumming deep inside of you, rocking slowly into you to ride out his high.

“Yeeesssss!” You screamed, squirting with every thrust. You tapped your cunt repeatedly, crying out loud as your eyes rolled back.

“Lo’ak, I’m cumminggg againnnn!” X’yiera whined, letting her juices run down his fingers as she held his arm tightly, trembling behind him.

He pulled out of you slowly, watching his cum drip out of your wet cunt. “Mhmm, baby number 2.” He licked his lips, bringing X’yiera around to his front, placing her on the table next to you.

“I told you, no need to tie me up. I want it all.” He shifted his eye contact between you and your sister, both of you giggling deliriously. He turned around to see his brother, completely knocked out as ziwi lifted off of him. Aonung was slumped over, twitching uncontrollably as ke’ti sucked him dry.

Lo’ak chuckled, shaking his head at the fact that he was the last man standing. “Sooo, now what? This is the end?” Lo’ak asked as he watched ke’ti and ziwi walked over to him. They all laughed, blocking lo’ak in.

“The end?” Ziwi questioned, before bending down infront of him, connecting her mouth with his length. He looked down at her as he bit his lip, caressing her head.

“You’ve got it all wrong, baby.” X’yiera spoke seductively, drawing circles into his chest from behind.

“We’re not done yet.” Ke’ti moaned, standing on her tippy toes to attack his neck with sloppy kisses. You snaked your hand around his waist, rubbing his flexed abs before speaking:

“This is just the beginning”

Ahhhh, I’ve BAMBOOZLED ALL OF YOU HAHAHA. It has been so hard holding this secret all day, but I hadddd to surprise y’all lololol. As always, I love y’all to death, and I’ll talk to y’all soon!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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