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bouncybongfairy · 1 year ago

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Felix Catton x Fem Reader

Summary: With finals coming up in the next couple of weeks, your relationship with Oliver was falling apart. After spending 5 hours in the library, you run into Felix; who has a dangerous amount of jealousy over your relationship with Oliver. Needing to take this anger out on something, he decides your pussy is the best option.

Word Count: 2.0k

T/W: Hate fucking, Sadism kink, Blood kink. Shout out to @kaionyx who's blog I used as reference!

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Finals were only a couple weeks away and everyone was feeling the stress. Things with Oliver have been stressful and depleting to say the least. He’s been secluding himself due to the stress of finals. You’d been reaching out but it’s like trying to save someone while drowning yourself. Lacking the energy to fight for proper communication the relationship needed to thrive, you’d given up. Taking up the mindset of ‘if he wanted to, he would’ was helping you cope… kinda, not really. You've been studying in the library for almost five hours now, the only reason you stopped is because the librarian locking up for the night. The sun began setting but there was still light outside. You were currently re-reading the Ernesto Quiñonez novel that you’d be analyzing in your English class for the final. Annotating along the way, sticky notes poking out in every direction. Looking back, walking while having your nose buried into a book wasn’t the best idea. Which led to accidentally bumping into someone, sending you stumbling back and the book dropping into a puddle. Scrambling to pick it up, you open the pages and examine the now ruined sticky notes. The pen ink immediately starts to bleed, your eyes swell with tears. Devastated by hours of work, subject to water damage and having no control over it. You looked up to see who was responsible for ruining your day and saw none other than Felix.

“Sorry about that,” he said, taking a drag off his cigarette.

“It’s whatever,” you huffed, holding back your resentment and anger.

You did not like Felix, you’d never confront Oliver about this but you were sure they had some type of sexual tension between them. That wasn’t what irritated you, if they had a thing in the past that’s completely fine. However, there were times when you felt like Felix was trying to send you a message. Like when they would get drunk and fight, he would make direct eye contact with you. Sometimes you’d catch them cuddling on the couch or Felix would make sly comments in a ‘joking’ way. He offered you a drag and after the day you had accepted it. Both your dorms were in the same direction and as much as you hated him, it was safer walking back with the company. This led to small talk along the way.

“I don’t know how you’re so relaxed with finals coming up, my minds been in the gutter lately,” you said, taking off your glasses and cleaning them.

“This helps,” he said, pulling out a 12 oz bottle of Everclear 190-proof.

He offered you a drink and at first you declined. Then you looked back down at your book, looking at the notes that were only getting harder to decipher. Grabbing the bottle you took three confident swings and immediately regretted it as your throat and chest began to burn. Not being a big drinker, you felt like the wind got knocked out of you. He of course laughed at you for reacting so outwardly,

“You could barely handle three sips, I'll be taking that,” he said, going to reach for the bottle.

This made you feel like he underestimated you so of course you took a couple more sips. Shivering at the taste and feeling of the alcohol run down your throat. While you grimaced at the taste and stinging sensation, he took a single swig and then capped the bottle. Putting it in the front pocket of his shorts. The only thing you had for breakfast was coffee and a half a bagel and you were starting to regret that. The liquor began to take its effect, that warm feeling in your stomach was starting to spread throughout your body. By the time you got to your dorm, you were giggling and swaying a bit. Felix helps you maintain balance by holding onto your upper arm and letting you lean against him as you walk. Immediately noticing that his grip was tight, like hurting you a bit. Due to you becoming increasingly more intoxicated you didn’t think it was that deep. He was probably just making sure you didn’t lose balance.

“Do you like uh- maybe wanna come in or something?” you asked, trying your very best to sound slightly sober.

“Are you sure?” he asked, still holding your arm as you unlocked the door. His voice sounded sickeningly sweet, leaning up against the door looking down at you. Feeling his breath hit the top of your head made you shiver.

“Yeah is that w-wrong or?” you said starting to feel a bit insecure.

“Oh no, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” you just nodded your head in agreement and opened the door; the fact that he sounded so coherent made you nervous.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom and change, do you need or can- are you okay waiting for a second?” you asked, throwing your book onto the desk.

“Take your time, no worries,” a weird feeling began to bubble in your stomach. He was never this nice to you, and his tone almost came off as passive aggressive because of how nice it sounded.

It was when you began to change that you noticed truly how drunk you were. Barely being able to keep balance as you undress. You put on an oversize tee-shirt but as you went to put underwear on, you hesitated. Obviously due to the recent tension in you and Oliver’s relationship, you hadn’t fucked in weeks. You missed that form of stress relief and it was starting to bother you. As much as you disliked Felix, you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. Taking a deep breath you throw the panties into a pile with the rest of the clothes. Checking your appearance in the mirror before walking out. Felix was sitting on the bed, man spreading with his elbows sitting on his knees. When you saw him, your heart started to pound so hard you could feel it in your ears. After examining your appearance, he began to chuckle. This made your face burn from insecurity, you asked him what was so funny and he stood up from the bed before responding.

“You’re a hypocrite,” he said, still laughing.

“What..?” you asked, confused and laughing nervously.

“You’re a whore. Are you actually fooling yourself into believing you invited me in for a platonic visit?” he asked, lighting a joint.

“I don’t- I didn’t..” This wiped the smile right off your face. Your mouth and throat were dry, and your brain couldn’t come up with any coherent sentences. He started walking forwards but you were frozen in place.

“Look at you, half naked and drunk. You look scared, like a bunny about to be taken by a hawk,” he said, smirking while continuing towards you.

“I’m not a whore,” you said, tears again starting to sting your eyes. Now feeling ashamed and intimidated.

“Oh? Oliver has told me some stories that make me think differently. I mean you were just fully dressed and you came back in nothing but a tee-shirt. Flaunting yourself in front of me, in Oliver’s fucking tee-shirt. God you are a piece of work,” he said, at this point he’d backed you against the door.

Every time he drew a breath in, his lower stomach would just barely touch yours. You looked up at him with tears running down your face. Internally panicking, unable to tell if he was angry or horny. The fact that you were turned on by this made you feel like he was right. Like you were too available but that was a nice way of putting it. Feeling extremely cornered you try and push him back with your shaking arm. He didn’t even sway, only chuckled and took the joint out of his mouth. He took the joint out of his mouth and brought it up against your lips.

“I’ve never..” you began to say but he put the crutch between your lips. You take a long drag, just to cough your lungs out after. He found this reaction very amusing, nearly doubling over in laughter. His reaction turned your insecurity and embarrassment into anger.

“You can either fuck me or get the fuck out. Seriously you’re making- pissing me off, fuck do you think t-this is?” you asked, voice cracking a bit again unable to hold back your tears. The inability to hide your emotions was making you feel even more vulnerable. He stood up and walked over to where you were pressed against the door.

“Not until I show you how Oliver should have treated you,” he said, picking you up by your waist and tossing you onto your bed.

He jumped onto the bed and smashed his lips against yours. This might be shameless to admit but you no longer cared about Oliver or exams or anything else. There wasn’t anything that could take you out of this moment, even the indignity that was developing. The kiss was sloppy and wild, both of you nipping and biting at each other's lips. He started kissing down your neck, lifting your shirt above your head. He raked his nails down both of your sides, stopping at your hips where his nails were breaking skin. He sat up on his knees, practically towering over you. Unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall just past his crotch, exposing himself. You were shaking with anticipation, the look in his eyes was so feral and primal that it scared you slightly. Blood was slowly trickling down your hips for how hard he was gripping. He runs his hands over the scraps, tracing blood up your sides and up to your chest. You were nervous but more excited, unable to control your trembling body. You’d never had a hookup that was so intense and you couldn’t wait for more. He wrapped his blood stained hands around your throat and brought his lips to your ear,

“Not even wearing panties, thinking with your cunt I see,” he growled, tightening his hands. Moving your arms up to his head and tangling your fingers through the strands. The harder you pulled the stronger his grip became, like it was a game. Your chest was starting to burn as black and white dots appeared in your vision. He didn’t release his grip until one of your hands dropped from his hair onto the mattress. As you were trying to catch your breath, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. He crawled on top, rubbing his shaft against your ass, taking in a sharp gasp in, your pulse quickening. Arching your back, trying to press yourself against his length. He grabs a fist full of your hair, so he could whisper into your ear.

“You stuck up little cock whore, tell me you don’t deserve him. I wanna hear you say it,” he grunted, rocking against you. Fat tears ran down your cheeks, you wanted to hang on to the last shred of dignity you had but that seemed to be far gone. You whispered it quietly, practically mumbling, In reaction to this he yanked your hair back further. Making you arch your back and an uncomfortable angle.

“I know you’re fucking stupid but you can hear, I said say it, not whisper into your pillow,” he grunted, you let out a whine and gave into the domination.

“I don’t fucking deserve him!” you cried out in anger and desperation.

He then buried himself inside you. Instead of keeping you arched, he drops his body weight onto you. Using both hands to prop himself up on the mattress, one of them was still tangled in your hair. Keeping your head forced against the mattress. He was pounding into you relentlessly, it wasn’t a gradual build up of speed. Just pure animalistic force, his hip bones were piercing into you from how much passion was behind his thrusts.

“I could tell you needed this, you’re so tight and needy,” he moaned.

Your stomach was hot and all you could feel was burning pleasure against your walls. It felt so shameful to be enjoying being so overstimulated and degraded, at the same time you’d never felt pleasure in this way. He was breathing so heavily above you, it made your skin prickle with goosebumps. Finally letting go of your hair and using your head to prop himself up to his knees. Grabbing you by the hips so that you were in doggie style. He rubbed his hands over your sides again which stung due to the abrasions caused by his nails. Moving his blood covered hands from the hips to your ass. After smacking his cock against your dripping cunt, he lines himself up and presses into you. The immense pleasure coming from being filled made you go braindead. The only thing you could think about was chasing your orgasm. Like you were in an unbreakable trance. He grabs the roach from your bedside table and relights it while maintaining his brutal pace. Watching your ass smack against his thighs every time he bucked into you was driving him crazy. Keeping the joint in his mouth, he starts spanking the bloody handprints he’s left on you just moments before. He could tell you were getting close by how you were spasming around his length. Still keeping you somewhat on your knees, he reaches up with one hand and grabs both of your wrists. He then uses his shins to hold down your legs. After taking one last drag of the joint he presses the cherry into your lower back right as you begin to orgasm. Immediately you began to recoil in pain but even as bad as it burned, you still rode out the orgasm that you’d so desperately been chasing. Pushing your backside up in the air to meet his pounding as he came. After you are finished, let your body go limp as he rides out his climax. Once he was done, he climbed off you and gathered his clothes. By the time he’d made it out the door, you were already passed out.

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usoinked · 1 month ago

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Can I make a request for some Tama F/reader smut?

Yes I can♥️👏🏽

Sweet like Birthday Cake🍰(Tama Tonga X Black Reader)

CW: Fluff, Smut, 18+ MDNI, thoughtful surprises, praise, sexual content, mature language, unprotected p in v, soft dom, first time, happy ending this time ღ

Word Count: 3.0k+

Your birthday was currently approaching, being just a week away and you still had no idea what you wanted to do for it. You’ve had birthday parties before but the last time you had one was for your sweet 16. You were turning 21 now and you didn’t have the time nor the money to plan out a huge party for yourself. It didn’t help that you also didn’t really have anyone to invite, you had more associates than friends. The only person you really considered a friend, was Tama Tonga. You and Tama had been friends for a while but with Tama’s hectic wrestling schedule it wasn’t easy to contact him or find quality time together. Platonically that is. Truthfully, you were fine with doing nothing for your birthday other than just kicking back and eating some ice cream. You didn’t want to make make a big deal out of it because you really were a homebody more than anything and weren’t used to partying. Something low-key, a quiet evening at home would’ve done you well. However, your friend Tama wasn’t going for any of that and had different plans unbeknownst to you. He had been secretly arranging a surprise birthday celebration, enlisting the help of the new bloodline and even asked Cody Rhodes for some decorating advice.

After finishing up at work, you wrapped up the last task of the night—cleaning out the coffee machines and washing the cups and spoons from the day’s shift. Once everything was tidied up, you said your goodbyes to your coworker, Kayla, and made your way out to the parking lot. A quick press of the button on your car key and your car unlocked, ready to take you home.

You had always been a huge fan of pink, and Hello Kitty had practically taken over your life. It was no secret—your car was a testament to that. From the seat covers to the air fresheners to the coasters, it was a Hello Kitty wonderland. You didn’t mind the playful overload of cute, and honestly, you enjoyed the little touches of happiness it brought to your everyday routine. You even remembered the time Tama had bought you a Hello Kitty plushie as a thank-you for always supporting his wrestling career. The gesture had melted your heart; he didn’t make a big deal of it, but you knew he’d paid attention to what made you happy, and that made it all the more meaningful.

You slid into your car, settled into the familiar pink surroundings, and started the engine. The drive home was peaceful, the soft hum of the car engine and the radio playing quietly in the background brought you a nice sense of comfort. As you cruised down the road, the city lights slowly faded, giving way to the calm suburban streets leading to your house.

Pulling into your driveway, you sighed contently, grateful for the quiet after a long day. The house was just as cozy as you remembered, waiting for you to relax and unwind. You grabbed your bag from the passenger seat, took one last glance at the plushie on the dashboard—Tama’s thoughtful gift—and made your way to the front door. It was a small, comforting routine, one that always made you feel at home.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to be startled as the lights suddenly flickered on, nearly making you jump out of your shoes. “AHH!” you yelped, instinctively stepping back before your eyes took in the sight in front of you. The room was filled with roses, pink balloons shaped with the numbers 2 and 1, and a gorgeous birthday cake sitting on the counter, topped with cream cheese frosting and fresh strawberries. There was also a massive bouquet of pink roses and, of course, a huge brown Hello Kitty plushie with a hibiscus flower tucked behind its ear.

“Surprise, Y/N. Happy Birthday!” Tama’s voice broke through your shock, and you finally spotted him, grinning and chuckling at your startled reaction.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. “How the hell did you get in here, Tama? Aren’t you supposed to be on the road for your match tomorrow?”

Tama shrugged casually, still holding that playful grin. “Relax, Y/N. I got a pass from Solo to spend the night here and catch a flight in the morning. It’s only a four-hour trip. And with it being your birthday, I wasn’t about to miss the chance to see you… let alone surprise you.” He then pulled out a small key from his pocket and dangled it in front of you. “Remember that emergency key you gave me?”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at the key jingling in his hand. “You definitely surprised me,” you said with a small laugh, your eyes scanning the decorations again. “You did a good job, Tama. Thank you.”

Tama grinned wider, pleased with your reaction. “Lo mālō. I made some…ribeyes with mashed potatoes and asparagus for us. And I got a bottle of champagne for you on the table over there.” He said before motioning his finger over to the kitchen table.

You looked over at the table, seeing two plates sitting across from each other, each piled high with the meal Tama had made. The ribeye, mashed potatoes and asparagus looked absolutely delicious, and your heart skipped a beat. Tama had really gone all out for you on your birthday. The effort he’d put into this made you feel incredibly special, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful. It wasn’t every day that you found someone who would do something so thoughtful, and Tama’s attention to detail wasn’t lost on you.

As you dug into the meal, the flavors were just as incredible as you’d imagined. The ribeye was cooked perfectly, tender and juicy, and the sides complemented it so well. You both ate in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the clinking of utensils and soft murmurs of approval. Every now and then, Tama would glance at you with a playful smirk, as if silently asking how he was doing as your personal chef for the night. You’d smile back, showing him just how much you appreciated it.

Once you’d finished your meal, Tama excused himself to grab the cake, placing it gently in front of you. The birthday cake was just as beautiful as everything else tonight—vanilla butter cream frosting, fresh strawberries on top, and perfectly sweet. He gently cut two slices of it before placing them on two separate plastic plates. You picked up a fork, ready to indulge in the sweet treat, when just before you could take a bite, you stopped. Tama was holding up his own fork, a piece of cake on it, his expression playfully urging you to eat it from his fork.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you met his eyes. “You really want me to eat it off your fork?”

He nodded, his grin widening. “I made it for you, didn’t I? Can’t let you miss a bite.”

With a soft laugh, you leaned forward and accepted the fork, taking a small bite. The buttercream icing lingered on the fork like a mere stain, but the sweetness of the cake made your taste buds sing. As you chewed, savoring the flavor, you noticed Tama staring at you, his gaze intense. It wasn’t just the cake he was focused on now.

While you were enjoying the cake, Tama had shifted his attention, his mind drifting elsewhere. He was still eating, but his thoughts weren’t on the cake or even the meal anymore. His focus was entirely on you. The way you smiled after every bite, the way you seemed to radiate warmth and joy tonight, made him feel something deeper than just a momentary appreciation. Something more… personal. He couldn’t help but admire you in that quiet, intimate space between bites, knowing this was one of those rare moments he’d treasure forever.

Unable to shake off the feeling of Tama staring you, you looked at him a bit confused but tried to laugh it off playfully. “What? Are you okay?” He didn’t respond immediately, just took your hand gently intertwining it with his making your face start to heat up. You weren’t going to deny that Tama was an attractive man, but you were also nervous because you had yet to have this kind of interaction with him let alone another man before. “Happy Birthday Y/N, I wanted to do something meaningful for you. With your permission, I wanted to see if I could give you another present.”

You took a moment to respond but didn’t leave his question unanswered. “What other present you tryna give me?” There was a pause in the air before he just looked at you. “I can show you better than I can tell you” he said before gently taking your chin with his free hand and pressing your lips together. Your eyes expanded for a second before they slowly closed as you melted into the kiss, his tongue slid over your bottom lip asking gently for permission which you granted. The taste of icing, strawberry, and saliva combined as your tongues slid across one another. After a brief make out session, Tama slowly pulled away before commenting. “You taste sweet, just like your birthday cake.”

“You got it for me” you said before making a soft gasp feeling his hands snake their way up your shirt before stopping. “Can I take this off?” He asked, his voice being gentle and soothing. You hummed in response, nodding your head and raising your arms as your work shirt slipped off of you. With very little conversation, eventually all of your clothes were off right along side Tama being in nothing but his briefs by this point. His arms snaked their way around you as his lips collided with yours again, his tongue finding its way back to the place it was just moments ago before eventually pulling away and attacking your neck with soft kisses. His tongue slid over the area earning a soft moan from you as you gripped his shoulders, his body was rigid and you could feel how hard his shoulders were beneath your palm. He gently pulled you on top of him where you were both straddled, your body on his. The only thing keeping both your pussy and his dick separated was the fabric of his briefs, which neither of you minded…for now. His tongue slid over the area as if a mop was dragging across the floor, his hands finding their way to your breasts slowly beginning to knead them as he worked on giving your neck a birthday mark.

The feeling in between your legs grew even worse as Tama moved away from your neck and onto your nipples. His tongue worked like magic around the buds as your back arched gripping onto his shoulders even more. Your body squirmed, brushing up against the tent in his briefs earning a low moan from him. “Easy baby” he cooed against your chest before swirling his tongue around the bud once again.

The feeling sent jolts of electricity through your body, especially because your nipples were overly sensitive and you’d never gotten this far before with any of your previous partners. The most you’d ever did was kiss and that was it. You were always too afraid to take it further or give yourself away fearing they would leave afterwards. But with Tama, things were different. He was always so understanding and caring about you, never gave you any reason to doubt him. You trusted him. Trusted him enough to give him your body and take your virginity.

“I’ve…never went this far before.” Your voice had a hint of shakiness and a bit of insincerity in it but Tama knew how to calm you down and he did. “Then let me show you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to okay. And if you feel like you can’t go anymore or if it’s getting too much and you want me to stop, I will.” He said, his voice filled with care and reassurance before lifting you up and sliding off his briefs.

His hands wrapped their way around his cock, rubbing it against your slick before holding it there a moment. Turns out he didn’t even need any lube because of how wet you were getting on your own, so he took that as a hefty invitation. “Hold onto me and tell me if you need to slow down or stop at any point okay?” He said, his warm hands wrapping themselves around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return nodding okay. “A-Alright”. “Just relax” he said before slowly lowering your body and just as you tried to relax feeling the tip push in, there was the sting and the pain of your walls closing in around him. Your grip around Tama tightened as you winced causing him to immediately stop to make sure you were okay. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t speak for a second because you were too busy trying to breathe, you had already felt so full but what you didn’t realize is that he wasn’t even half way in yet….that was until he told you. “It’s not half way in yet, but tell me when to move and I’ll move, okay?” You got to the point where you didn’t want to wait because you didn’t know how long the pain would last so you started to lower yourself even further evoking a strained moan from the man below you. You let out a wince before suddenly letting out a loud moan due to feeling how your insides were constricting around Tama and from how painful it was. A mixture of pain and pleasure was all you felt until you gave a swift command. “M-Move” you said as Tama replied with placing gentle kisses on your collarbone and began to bounce you slowly. Each bounce had so much passion and care behind it, it wasn’t just casual sex, he was actually making love to you.

The pain slowly began to subside and it was just replaced by pleasure. So much pleasure that Tama didn’t even have to bounce you anymore because your body had a mind of his own. Your hips began to grind against Tama’s, his cock massaging every area of your walls with his tip reaching further and further upward. You wanted to feel more of this feeling, more of him. The more your hips moved around, the wetter you became and the louder your moans got. “There you go, you’re doing so well for me babygirl” he cooed out as you moaned in response. The praise he gave you was like a reward, every time you rocked your hips or held onto him, he gave you a gesture of comfort or some word of praise. With how gentle he was being and how much you were getting addicted to chasing your own high, that knot in your stomach only seemed to form all the more faster.

“T-Tama s-shit! Somethings h-happening!” You screamed out as one of your hands found their way onto his toned chest as the other one gripped around the back of his neck. “I know, I feel it too baby, just hold onto me, I got you.” He muttered in response, one of his hands resting on your waist while another one wrapped around your neck and brought your forehead to his as both your ragged breaths and gasps for air were the only thing filling the space between you two. As your grinding got more and more erotic, you couldn’t help yourself as your body jolted from the slow unraveling of the knot inside your stomach. “F-Fuck!” You screamed out unable to hold back much of your curses anymore. “There you go, you took me so well” he said talking you through it as your body shook against his. While you were chasing your own orgasm, Tama was also chasing his own being completely encapsulated with the site of you in front of him. His hand gripped onto your hips bouncing you while you were currently going through your orgasm, but this was overstimulation he was secretly into. He couldn’t help himself, taking your lips into his own as the sound of skin hitting together and moans filled the room. His other hand slowly slid down to your clit, his finger gliding over it back and forth causing your body to jolt even more. The hand that was on his chest immediately went to his wrist not being use to this much pleasure since it was your first time. But you didn’t want it to stop, this would definitely be memorable and he made sure of it. With each flick of his fingers, your hips constantly bucked which caused his cock to twitch indicating he was getting closer and closer.

“Fuck! Oh m-my god!” You moaned out throwing your head back as your hips shook before you felt something warm suddenly pool inside of you. Tama’s head rested against your chest as the hand that was on your hips immediately wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him, letting out a loud moan while doing so. As both of you started to slowly come down from your highs, it was Tama who broke the silence first. “You were amazing, Y/N. I hope you liked your birthday gift.”

“I didn’t just like it, I loved it” you commented through pants before getting a sudden curious feeling. “Was this…just a birthday gift?”

Tama looked a bit taken back by the question but he knew you’d have to find out sooner rather than later. “Well…no…truthfully I’ve had feelings for you for a while now Y/N, I just never said anything because I’m always busy…and I didn’t want to hurt you. You mean a lot to me y’know?”

Upon hearing this you smiled before taking his cheeks in between both your hands. “I can tell, you’ve showed me how much I mean to you and how much you care. And with your work schedule, I understand…I’m…willing to take it slow if you are?”

“…Yeah I’d like that a lot.”

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Note: So uhhhh I hope you like this 😅, this is my first tama fic so pls be nice😭

Note #2: Lo mālō means “you’re welcome” in Tongan (based on the research I’ve done, if I am incorrect pls let me know and I’ll more than happily change it! ♥️)

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