#Just going to call this a good stopping point for tonight

[harrysfolklore]

grid dad - mv1

summary: max decides accidentally adopts the 2025 rookies and his life becomes chaos

folkie radio: HERE IT IS!! i thought it was super late to post this but you guys wanted it so i finished it! i hope you like it

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

liked by maxverstappen1, olliebearman and 198,635 others

yourinstagram hosted our rookie dinner tonight because someone had to adopt these kids before the season starts 😂 @/maxverstappen1 trying to teach them the racing line around our dinner table while I'm just making sure they're all fed properly. good luck this season boys! ❤️

tagged: maxverstappen1, olliebearman, isackhadjar, kimi.antonelli, gabrielbortoleto_, jackdoohan

view all comments

username1 OMFG THIS ???

username2 max casually having all the kids over help me

maxverstappen1 They're already asking when they can come back for dinner 🤦‍♂️

username3 MY HEART 😭 mama yn and papa max adopting all the rookies i can't

username4 the way he's actually becoming the dad of the grid at 27 💀

username5 max going from youngest driver to grid dad is the character development we love to see

kimi.antonelli best pasta i've ever had outside of italy!! grazie mille

lando this is so unfair, where was my rookie dinner in 2019??

username6 STOP this is the wholesomeness we needed before melbourne 🥹

username7 giving me flashbacks to when seb used to adopt the younger drivers

isackhadjar thanks racing mum and dad 😌🏎️

jackdoohan catch me sneaking back in for leftovers tomorrow 👀

alex_albon @/georgerussell63 remember when we just got a RedBull and good luck text?

username8 NOT THE 2019 ROOKIES GETTING JEALOUS

username9 max really just adopted them all ??? hello!!

olliebearman thank you for everything! ready for the season now 💪

gabrielbortoleto_ such an amazing evening! grateful for the advice and the food was 🔥

username10 THE 2025 ROOKIES ARE SO LOVED

f1 The Class of 2025 getting the VIP treatment 🤩

liked by username1, username2 and 15,037 others

f1updates Max Verstappen reveals the 2025 rookies have become regular visitors at his home after his girlfriend invited them for a pre-season dinner

"Yeah, it's quite funny actually. My girlfriend invited them all over and now they just keep showing up. Antonelli's always asking for her pasta recipe, Bearman raids our fridge like it's his own house... Doohan's basically moved into our guest room at this point."

"It's nice though, they're good kids. They ask a lot of questions about racing, but mostly we just hang out. YN loves it, she's always making sure they're eating properly and stuff. I think she'll be screenshotting their race results like a proud mom"

view all comments

username1 NOT MAX BECOMING A GRID DAD AT 27

username2 the way he pretends to be annoyed but we know he loves it 🥺

username3 ollie living his best life raiding their fridge i'm crying

username3 kimi antonelli getting that family support AND pasta recipes? unstoppable

username4 max and yn collecting f1 children like pokemon and we're here for it

username5 the way he's actually proud of them 🥺 dad max era

username6 most unexpected wholesome f1 moment of 2025 already

username7 remember when max was the youngest driver? now look at him being grid dad

username8 WHY IS THIS SO CUTE LIKE THOSE ARE HIS KIDS

username9 i just know yn will be cheering for them at every race like a proud mom

username10 WHAT IF I CRY RN

liked by yourinstagram, jackdoohan and 1,094,483 others

maxverstappen1 Ready for Melbourne. Had a good winter break

view all commets

username1 2025 WDC ALREADY

kimi.antonelli thanks for the setup tips dad 😎

yourinstagram our kids are so talented 🥹

username2 HELP THE ROOKIES JUST INVADED THEIR HOUSE AND NEVER LEFT 😭

username3 not antonelli calling him dad i'm deceased

olliebearman fifa rematch when we're back? still saying you cheated

jackdoohan THANKS MUM AND DAD

isackhadjar best preseason prep ever 🙌

username4 the way this isn't even weird anymore, just max and his 5 adopted children

gabrielbortoleto_ those pancakes changed my life ngl

lando this is getting ridiculous, i'm moving in too

username5 yn collecting f1 sons every time max turns his back

username6 THIS IS THE WHOLESOME CONTENT WE DESERVE

username7 horner somewhere punching the air watching max parent the entire rookie class

username8 LANDO IS STILL COMPLAINING HELP

username9 the fifa tournaments at their house must be INTENSE

username10 THOSE ARE MAX'S SONS

username11 he really posted a picture with his girlfriend and pictures of their grid kids 😭 IM YELLING

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

liked by maxverstappen1, lilymhe and 202,483 others

yourinstagram race day! good luck to my boyfriend and our... five adopted children 😂 still wondering how this happened but wouldn't have it any other way. make mama proud boys! ❤️ @/maxverstappen1 @/kimi.antonelli @/olliebearman @/jackdoohan @/isackhadjar @/gabrielbortoleto_

view all comments

username1 IM CRYING THOSE ARE THEIR CHILDREN

username2 the ducklings !!!

maxverstappen1 They're asking if we can have pizza night after the race 🤦‍♂️

kimi.antonelli grazie racing mom!

olliebearman promise not to crash dad's car 😇

jackdoohan home race AND family support, let's go!

isackhadjar thanks mom 🥹

gabrielbortoleto_ best racing parents ever ❤️

lando petition to be adopted too?

username3 NOT THEM ACTUALLY CALLING THEM MOM AND DAD NOW

username4 the way this started as a dinner and ended with 5 new family members

username5 ollie promising not to crash "dad's" car HELP ME 💀

username6 yn really said "i have 5 children now"

username7 mercedes wondering why their rookie keeps disappearing to verstappen family dinners

username8 the most wholesome timeline we never knew we needed

username9 verstappen family collection: ✅ max ✅ yn ✅ 5 rookies ✅ probably lando soon

username10 imagine telling someone in 2015 that rookie max would become f1's dad

liked by username1, username2 and 4,985 others

f1shitpost MAX'S FACE WHEN THEY TOOK KIMI. THAT'S HIS SON

view all comments

username1 the way max's face went 😦 -> 😳 -> 🥺

username2 they're interrupting their father-son time

username3 HEEEEEEELP THIS IS TOO FUNNY

username4 mercedes pr trying to prevent the adoption papers from being signed

username5 the way he immediately went to isack after this

username6 help why is this the most wholesome thing ever 😭

username7 the other rookies watching like "one of us, one of us"

username8 YN IS PROBABLY YELLING AT THIS

username9 he's taking the dad role way too seriously

username10 THATS A FATHER

liked by maxverstappen1, yourinstagram and 498,055 others

isackhadjar Not the way I wanted my first F1 race to go... but that's racing sometimes. Learning from it and moving forward. Thanks Max & YN for the emergency comfort dinner and pep talk (the cake was fire). Having the best support system helps a lot ❤️ On to the next one!

view all comments

username1 STOOOOOP THIS IS SO SWEET

username2 mom and dad to the rescue

yourinstagram always here for you sweetie! you'll come back stronger next weekend

maxverstappen1 Good weekend until the issue. We'll look at the data tomorrow 💪

kimi.antonelli next one will be better bro!

olliebearman you did great mate! also yn's cake fixes everything trust me

lando this family thing is getting out of hand... (yn can i have cake too?)

username3 NOT THE COMFORT DINNER FROM RACING PARENTS 😭

username4 yn really said "my son dnf'd? emergency cake needed"

username5 YN CALLING HIM SWEETIE AND MAX SAYING THEY'RE GOING TO REVIEW THE DATA? MY HEART THOSE ARE HIS PARENTS

username6 the way they all immediately gathered for support dinner 🥺

username7 verstappen family therapeutic cake session: activated

username8 my boy got the best racing parents fr 😌

username9 max analyzing data while yn bakes comfort food, perfect parenting

username10 most wholesome post-DNF recovery ever

username11 yn's cake solving all f1 problems one slice at a time

username12 lando still trying to get adopted in the comments HELP

liked by yourinstagram, maxverstappen1 and 509,755 others

olliebearman P8!!! First F1 points in the bag! 🙌 Found this note in my driver room this morning and it gave me the extra push. Thanks @/maxverstappen1 and @/yourinstagram for being the best racing parents and sneaking into Hass to leave it 😂 Also mega racing from my bros today!Great weekend ❤️

view all comments

username1 AHHHH FIRST OLLIEPOINTS

username2 UMMM THIS IS SO SWEET??

yourinstagram SO PROUD OF YOU! 🥳 (also don't tell how we got into the garage)

maxverstappen1 Good job kid 💪 Now about that overtake attempt on lap 32...

kimi.antonelli my bro killing it! (but seriously how did they get past haas security)

isackhadjar crushing it bro! save me some celebration cake

gabrielbortoleto_ first of many points! 🙌 (yn's ninja skills are scary ngl)

username3 YN AND MAX SNEAKING HAAS TO LEAVE PARENT NOTES I'M DYING 😭

username4 the most supportive illegal garage entry ever

username5 THEY REALLY BROKE INTO HAAS FOR THEIR SON I CAN'T

username6 most dedicated racing parents award goes to...

username7 the note is actually so sweet though 🥺

username8 verstappen family really said "security who?"

username9 IM SOBBING THOSE REALLY ARE THEIR KIDSSSS

username10 I LOVE THIS LORE SM

liked by maxverstappen1, kimi.antonelli and 301,054 others

yourinstagram WHAT A DAY! 🎊 super proud of dad for the win (as always) but seeing three of our kids score points?? mom's heart can't take it 😭❤️@/kimi.antonelli P6, @/isackhadjar P8, and @/olliebearman P10 - YOU'RE ALL DOING AMAZING! @/jackdoohan and @/gabrielbortoleto_ your time is coming soon babies! now time to stuff everyone with celebration sushi

view all comments

username1 I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

username2 MAX AND HIS KIDDOS

maxverstappen1 They're fighting over the last california roll as we speak 🤦‍♂️

kimi.antonelli best racing family ever 🫶 (i won the sushi battle btw)

olliebearman thanks mom!! also kimi definitely cheated for that roll

isackhadjar perfect day with the family ❤️

jackdoohan next race is mine! (save me some sushi pls)

gabrielbortoleto_ points loading... also who filmed kimi's sushi heist

lando this family content is getting out of hand (but can i come for sushi?)

alex_albon mate why wasn't there family sushi in my day 😫

username3 NOT YN CALLING THE WIN "DAD" AND THE POINTS "OUR KIDS" 😭

username4 the way she's actually more excited about the rookies than max's win help

username5 verstappen family sushi war is sending me 💀

username6 yn collecting champion boyfriend and point-scoring children

username7 toto sharing custody with max and yn wasn't on my 2025 bingo card

username8 jack and gabriel getting the "your time is coming babies" treatment 🥺

username9 isack really secured points AND family dinner we love to see it

username10 THE VERSTAPPEN FAMILY IS SO TALENTED

username11 lando trying to get adopted in the comments AGAIN 😭

liked by yourinstagram, olliebearman and 976,387 others

maxverstappen1 When you're on a two week break from F1 and want a nice time at home with your girlfriend but your 5 adopted kids refuse to leave the house... 🤦‍♂️ At least they're getting better at FIFA (still not better than me though)

view all comments

username1 IM DYING

username2 THIS IS SO REAL

yourinstagram you love it really 😘 (also kimi and gabe are banned from my kitchen after that pasta incident)

kimi.antonelli this is our house too now, no take backs

olliebearman jack's been hogging the sim for 2 hours, this is favoritism

jackdoohan not my fault i'm fastest

isackhadjar your couch is just really comfortable okay

gabrielbortoleto_ the pasta wasn't THAT bad...

lando might join the invasion tomorrow 👀

charles_leclerc mate your house is literally turning into a rookie daycare

username3 HELP THEY'VE LITERALLY JUST MOVED IN 😭

username4 max pretending to be annoyed while actually loving it: a series

username5 the pasta incident?? we need details 👀

username6 yn collecting children while max pretends to protest

username7 BEST THING ABOUT THE 2025 SEASON

username8 breaking: 5 f1 rookies stage permanent occupation of verstappen residence

username9 ollie really said "this is our house" the confidence 😭

username10 most expensive f1 daycare service

username11 "the pasta wasn't THAT bad" WHAT DID THEY DO

username12 max's villain to dad arc is actually complete

username13 yn somewhere: finally, i have all the children 😌

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

liked by username1, username2 and 10,483 others

f1gossip Spotted: Fighting for dad's attention again... Kimi and Gabriel arguing over who gets Max's feedback before the race 😭

view all comments

username1 the way max is actually trying to listen to both of them at once 😭

username2 yn in the back like "my children are embarrassing me again"

username3 HELP WHY ARE THEY ACTUALLY FIGHTING LIKE SIBLINGS

username4 THOSE ARE HIS KIDS FR

username5 kimi really said forget mercedes i need dad's opinion first

username6 ollie watching this like "amateurs, i already got my feedback during lunch"

username7 yn collecting more chaotic children by the minute

username8 I BET LANDO IS STILL JEALOUS OF THIS

username9 jack somewhere taking notes on how to get feedback without the fight

username10 the way max is actually giving equal attention to both 😭 dad skills on point

username11 toto watching his rookie choose max's feedback over merc engineers

username12 gabe really speed walking to beat kimi to max HELP

username13 remember when max was the youngest driver? now he's managing kid fights

username14 the way yn is just accepting this chaos now

liked by maxverstappen1, jackdoohan and 409,386 others

yourinstagram this isn't goodbye, it's just a new chapter ❤️ So proud of how you're handling this @/jackdoohan. you're still our kid and this house is still your home (yes, even the sim room 😉). the racing world hasn't seen the last of you, and until then, you've got your whole family behind you. love you lots sweetheart 🫶 also @/francolapinto welcome to the family, dinner's at 7!

view all comments

username1 THIS IS SO SWEET OMG

username2 SHE SAID THATS OUR KID FOREVER

maxverstappen1 The sim is always open for you. We've got work to do 💪

jackdoohan love you mom ❤️ thanks for everything

olliebearman our brother forever 🫶 (also i'm still slower than you in the sim)

kimi.antonelli family sticks together no matter what

isackhadjar we've got your back bro!

gabrielbortoleto_ you're stuck with us forever

francolapinto thank you for the welcome! (slightly nervous about joining this family 😅)

lando proper family you've got there. i still feel excluded

username3 NOT ME CRYING AT YN'S MOM ENERGY 😭

username4 "you're still our kid" I'M NOT OKAY

username5 yn really said "my kid lost his seat but not his family"

username6 jack still having his racing family is everything

username7 franco getting adopted before he even starts HELP

username8 most supportive racing family award goes to...

username9 "yes, even the sim room" knowing that's where he spends most time 🥺

username10 this family really sticks together no matter what

username11 franco about to learn what it means to join this family

username12 "dinner's at 7" yn adopting the replacement immediately

username13 the way they're making sure he knows nothing changes

username14 most wholesome f1 family doesn't exi-

username15 franco watching these comments like "what am i getting into"

username16 this isn't a racing family anymore it's a FAMILY family 🥺

liked by yourinstagram, maxverstappen1 and 601,287 others

isackhadjar when @/olliebearman leaves his phone behind so max can take a pic with his actual favorite kid 😌

view all comments

username1 HELPPP ME

username2 MAX SELFIE ALERT

olliebearman DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW. also we all know I'M the favorite 😤

yourinstagram both of you are grounded.

maxverstappen1 Neither of you are the favorite. It's kimi.

kimi.antonelli AS IT SHOULD BE 😌

gabrielbortoleto_ this family meeting is about to get spicy...

lando still trying to figure out how max ended up with 6 children and i'm not one of them

username3 MAX ADMITTING THAT KIMI IS HIS FAVORITE JUST LIKE THAT HEEEEEEELP

username4 THE FAVORITE CHILD DRAMA I'M CRYING 😭

username5 yn having to parent a favorite child fight was not on my 2025 bingo card

username6 ollie somewhere sprinting back to get his phone

username7 max choosing chaos by saying kimi is the favorite HELP

username8 kimi really won the favorite child battle without even trying

username9 yn about to give the "i love all my children equally" speech

username10 isack really started a civil war with one post

username11 yn somewhere preparing the "we don't have favorites" lecture

username12 gabi just getting the popcorn ready for the drama

liked by francolapinto, maxverstappen1 and 401,376 others

yourinstagram last but definitely not least of our 2025 rookies making his debut! @/francolapinto you've worked so hard for this moment sweetheart ❤️ the whole family is so proud already. jack left you his lucky charm (yes I saw that), the boys have been sharing all their rookie race tips, and dad's already got your data analyzed. now go show them what you've got! also stop being nervous about family dinners, you're stuck with us now

view all comments

username1 MELTING AGAIN

username2 THEY JUST TOOK FRANCO TOO

francolapinto thanks mom 🥺❤️ (the note made me cry btw)

maxverstappen1 Remember what we discussed about turn 1. You've got this 💪

jackdoohan lucky charm worked for me, now it's your turn mate

olliebearman youngest sibling energy let's go 🔥

kimi.antonelli show them how it's done franco!

isackhadjar family's newest rookie about to kill it

lando this family keeps growing and i'm still not in it

username3 max and yn collecting another child: complete

username4 "stop being nervous about family dinners" WHY IS THIS SO CUTE

username5 franco went from replacement to beloved youngest child so fast

username6 yn's mom powers activated immediately for the new rookie

username7 newest verstappen family member making his debut

username8 all the siblings sharing rookie tips is actually so sweet

username9 jack supporting his replacement like a true big brother 😭

username10 "dad's already got your data analyzed" most supportive racing parents

username11 max is really a softie for this kids fr

username12 lando still trying to get adopted in the comments HELP

username13 most wholesome grid family keeps expanding

liked by lando, maxverstappen1 and 578,394 others

gabrielbortoleto_ Some Spain prep in the sim 💪 Getting those lines perfect for next week.

view all comments

username1 HELP IS THAT MAX'S SIM ROOM??? THE HELMET IN THE BACK 😭

username2 the way he's just casually posting from max's house like it's normal

username3 this man really said "sim prep" like we can't see max's entire setup 💀

username4 they've actually never left that house have they

lando you guys really never leave do you

username5 LANDO IS JEALOUS WE CAN TELL

yourinstagram dinner's at 7 sweetie 🫶

maxverstappen1 I still live here too you know 🤦‍♂️

username6 bro posted from casa verstappen like we wouldn't notice

username7 "the sim" sir that's your dad's gaming room

kimi.antonelli It's my turn with the sim

username8 NOT THEM FIGHTING OVER THE SIM

username9 they really just live there now and think we don't know

username10 at this point do they even have their own houses

username11 yn somewhere baking more cookies for her permanent residents

username12 not even trying to hide that they've moved in permanently 😭

liked by maxverstappen1, kimi.antonelli and 605,976 others

yourinstagram MY BOYS!!! 😭❤️ @/kimi.antonelli getting his first podium AND @/maxverstappen1 right there to celebrate with him - mom's heart is exploding! so proud of both of you! (and yes I cried, a lot) also all the other kids running to the podium to celebrate their brother's first podium? this family i swear

view all comments

username1 IM SOBBING

username2 THIS FATHER AND SON

maxverstappen1 Super proud today 👏👏

kimi.antonelli thanks mom and dad 🥺❤️ (yn you didn't have to cry THAT much though)

olliebearman my turn next! also kimi you owe us dinner now

gabrielbortoleto_ podium celebration was worth the paddock pass violation

isackhadjar nothing can stop us from celebrating family wins

username3 MAX THE PROUD DAD

username4 yn crying more than kimi at his first podium is peak mom energy

username5 the way all the siblings broke paddock rules to celebrate

username6 security watching 4 f1 drivers sprint to their brother's podium

username7 toto watching his driver celebrate with the competition family again

username8 yn really crying like it's her biological son's first podium 😭

username9 THE WAY THEY ALL RUSHED TO CELEBRATE WITH HIM

username10 most chaotic podium celebration

username11 them breaking rules just to celebrate together is everything

username12 from max's rival team to max's son real quick

username13 most wholesome father-son podium in f1 history

liked by maxverstappen1, yourinstagram and 1,029,588 others

lando since max and yn won't let me join the family, i'm stealing some of the kids. taking these three to the f1 movie premiere while their dad's stuck in simulator duties

view all comments

username1 HEEEEELP

username2 I LOVE LANDO SM

yourinstagram take care of my babies! 🥺 and make sure they don't stay up too late, they have duties tomorrow! also ollie needs his allergy meds and gabe gets cranky if he doesn't eat every 3 hours and franco gets nervous in crowds so keep him close! text me when you land! ❤️

maxverstappen1 Bring them back in one piece Norris

olliebearman WE'RE NOT BABIES (but yes i packed my meds)

gabrielbortoleto_ already hungry tbh

francolapinto sticking to lando like glue don't worry mom

kimi.antonelli this is favoritism, why wasn't i invited 😤

username3 YN'S MOM INSTRUCTIONS IN THE COMMENTS 😭

username4 lando really kidnapped 3 verstappen kids

username5 yn listing care instructions like they're toddlers HELP

username6 max stuck in sim while lando takes his kids out

username7 "ollie needs his allergy meds" WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

username8 lando finally got into the family through uncle status

username9 "gabe gets cranky if he doesn't eat every 3 hours" EXPOSED

username10 THE ROOKIES + LANDO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

username12 most expensive babysitting job in monaco

username13 lando finally found his way into the family 😭

liked by username1, username2 and 10,986 others

f1gossip SPOTTED: Max Verstappen and YN finally getting alone time on their yacht in St. Tropez!

view all comments

username1 THE ROOKIES ACTUALLY LET THEM HAVE A VACATION ALONE??? 😱

username2 breaking news: f1's busiest parents get a break

username3 somewhere in monaco 6 drivers are probably burning down the house

username4 first documented evidence of max and yn without children in 2025

username4 checking ig stories to make sure the house is still standing

username5 the kids finally let mom and dad have a date 😭

username6 I KNOW THE ROOKIES ARE CRYING BC THEY DIDN'T TAKE THEM

username7 most shocking f1 2025 news: verstappen parents spotted without children

username8 guarantee yn is still texting them every hour to check in

username9 max and yn experiencing peace and quiet for first time this year

username10 casa verstappen probably in chaos while parents are away

username11 who's taking bets on how long before one of them calls

username12 lando somewhere offering emergency uncle services

username13 giving it 24 hours before they rush home to check on their children 😭

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

liked by maxverstappen1, isackhadjar and 613,029 others

yourinstagram 48 hours of actual peace and quiet with @/maxverstappen1. no sim schedule, no driver coaching, no chaos... just us (already missing our chaos though 🥺)

view all comments

username1 MY PARENTS ACTUALLY

username2 they really left all the rookies at home help

kimi.antonelli mom please come back the kitchen is... concerning

kimi.antonelli unrelated but how do you get pasta off the ceiling

olliebearman franco tried cooking, it didn't end well

gabrielbortoleto_ this is betrayal

jackdoohan guys stop snitching on each other in the comments 🤦‍♂️ but also yn the washing machine is making weird noises

francolapinto didn't start the kitchen situation, that was ollie. also we miss you 🥺

maxverstappen1 We're never going home, the kids can find a new foster home

username3 THE KIDS FALLING APART WITHOUT THEM AFTER 2 DAYS

username4 six f1 drivers vs basic household tasks: a saga

username5 "how do you get pasta off the ceiling" HELP

username6 they really can't survive 48 hours without mom and dad

username7 max and yn enjoying peace while their house burns down

username8 GET BACK TO THE KIDS

username9 them snitching on each other in the comments 😭

username10 yn reading these comments while booking next flight home

username11 professional athletes vs washing machine: washing machine winning

username12 "franco tried cooking" immediate evacuation needed

username13 max really said we're never going back 😭

username14 yn's notifications just: HELP HELP HELP HELP

liked by yourinstagram, lando and 1,094,593 others

maxverstappen1 Back to usual programming... Google search: how to kick 6 Formula 1 drivers out of my house? (Asking for a friend)

view all comments

username1 HELP MEEE

username2 THATS THEIR DAD

kimi.antonelli you'd miss us after 5 minutes

olliebearman we pay rent in entertainment

gabrielbortoleto_ you literally adopted us first

isackhadjar too late we have keys now

francolapinto who else would eat all your food?

jackdoohan you love us and you know it

lando make it 7 i'm coming over

yourinstagram babe you were literally just showing their baby photos to horner yesterday

username3 YN EXPOSING MAX SHOWING OFF BABY PHOTOS 😭

username4 "we pay rent in entertainment" they really do though

username5 max pretending he doesn't love the chaos

username6 man went from world champion to full time dad real quick

username7 "too late we have keys now" HELP 💀

username8 max's retirement plan: adopting every rookie

username9 yn exposing max's proud dad moments in the comments

username10 max acting like he doesn't love being everyone's dad

username11 man really adopted half the grid and is pretending to regret it

username12 FRANCO WITH NINO IM CRYING

liked by username1, username2 and 15,974 others

f1updates SPOTTED: Ollie Bearman caught sneaking into Red Bull garage to steal energy drinks... again. Dad's drinks hit different apparently

view all comments

username1 naur why he sneaking around like his dad doesn't LITERALLY DRIVE FOR THEM 😭

username2 caught in 4k trying to steal from his own family's garage HELP

username3 not him acting like a whole spy for some red bull

username4 the way he could've just asked max but chose crime instead

username5 he just wanted to see his dad

username6 THEY REALLY CANT STAY AWAY FROM MAX

username7 the way he's literally part of the family but still sneaking around

username8 times ollie's been caught stealing rb drinks: 27

username9 max's child getting caught robbing his workplace is peak 2025

username10 he wanted the family discount but forgot to ask first 💀

username11 max come get ur kid he's stealing from work again

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

liked by olliebearman, maxverstappen1 and 1,344,982 others

f1 Stefano's dinner for the drivers ! ❤️

view all comments

username1 the seating arrangements exposing the family favorites 💀

username2 kimi really secured the spot next to dad

username3 ollie at the other end like a disowned child HELP

username4 max keeping the good kids close and sending ollie to timeout with oscar

username5 kimi won the favorite child competition and it shows

username6 the favoritism is real and we have photo evidence

username7 ollie being exiled to the other end for crimes against red bull garage

username8 max keeping his well behaved children close and ollie in australian timeout

username9 kimi strategically claiming the favorite child spot

username10 ollie watching kimi get the prime spot: 🧍‍♂️

username11 the three good children got front row seats

username12 consequences of stealing red bull: banishment to oscar's end

username13 seating chart exposing family dynamics

lando at least ollie has oscar to console him 💀

olliebearman THIS IS LITERALLY BULLYING

kimi.antonelli earned my spot fair and square 😌

yourinstagram maybe if someone hadn't been caught stealing from the garage...

maxverstappen1 Good children get good seats 🤷‍♂️

oscarpiastri don't worry @/olliebearman we'll start our own family

f1world 24 hours after defending Bortoleto in press conference, Max Verstappen helps Gabriel in quali. Bortoleto makes Q3 for the first time thanks to Max giving him tows on track. Proud dad energy radiating from Red Bull garage 👀

view all comments

username1 journalist really made max activate super dad mode

username2 NOT HIM LITERALLY GOING TO HELP AFTER THAT PRESS CONFERENCE 💀

username3 THATS MAX'S SON FR

username4 max said talk shit about my kids and watch what happens

username5 man took "and i took that personally" to another level

username6 journalist accidentally unleashed father verstappen

username7 max really said watch me fix this real quick

username8 HELP HE LITERALLY WENT TO PROVE THEM WRONG

username9 max choosing violence via parent mode

username10 journalist opened their mouth and max chose dad revenge

username11 fastest parent response time in f1 history

username12 max: and here's what my children can do actually

username13 "disappointing? let me show you something"

username14 man took criticism of his kids personally and did something about it

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

liked by maxverstappen1, isackhadjar and 603,597 others

yourinstagram mixed emotions kind of day... but mostly just proud ❤️ our little family had its first racing incident (they're fine, already hugged it out before even leaving the track) and... GABE GOT HIS FIRST POINTS! P8! 🎉

the way maxie went straight from his DNF to watching gabe's race from our garage... my heart 😭 mow time for celebration dinner (yes kimi, you're still invited, stop texting asking if you're grounded)

view all comments

username1 MY FAVORITE FAMILY

username2 THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO ME ACTUALLY

maxverstappen1 Never missing a kid's first points even if i have to watch from the garage

gabrielbortoleto_ best racing parents ever 🥺❤️

kimi.antonelli thanks for not grounding me mom

isackhadjar family dinner about to be wild

olliebearman gabe finally joining the points club 🎉

username3 NOT KIMI ASKING IF HE'S GROUNDED 😭

username4 max dnf'ing and still being proud dad we love to see it

username5 the way they're actually parenting these grown men

username6 "stop texting asking if you're grounded" I'M CRYING

username7 max watching from garage after dnf is peak dad behavior

username8 most wholesome f1 family fr

username9 their parenting energy is too powerful

username10 gabe getting his first points on family drama day

username11 max going from dnf to proud dad mode instantly

username12 tried for drama, got wholesome family content instead

liked by yourinstagram, kimi.antonelli and 1,274,599 others

maxverstappen1 We might have racing incidents, but these 6 are still my kids (even though they keep crashing my romantic dinners, stealing my drinks, and never letting me have alone time with my girlfriend) 🤷‍♂️❤️ Proud of everyone today. Yes, even you @/kimi.antonelli, stop sending apology memes now

view all comments

username1 SOFT MAXIEEEE

username2 im crying so bad

kimi.antonelli 🥺 sends another apology meme

olliebearman we crash dinners out of love

gabrielbortoleto_ best day with best family ❤️

isackhadjar you love us really

francolapinto we make life interesting admit it

jackdoohan family chaos is our brand

lando still waiting for my adoption papers

yourinstgarm OUR KIDS FOREVER 🥺

username3 "stop sending apology memes" HELP

username4 complaining about no alone time while enabling it

username5 kimi sending apology memes is killing me

username6 man really adopted 6 drivers and acts surprised they're around

username7 "we crash dinners out of love" I'M CRYING

username8 pretending to want peace while collecting children

username9 days since max last complained about his chaos: 0 days since he enabled it: also 0

username10 THOSE ARE HIS BIOLOGICAL CHILDREN

username11 man gave everyone keys then acts shocked they show up

username12 "these 6 are my kids" THE ACCEPTANCE STAGE

[crazziforazzi]

Fighting for the love (of the game) -Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Nobody gets me like you

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Trope: Second chance

A/N: Okay, I promise it's mostly going to be uphill from now on. At least that is the plan. :)

Word Count: 6.1k words

Masterlist

Paige POV:

Paige hadn’t stopped smirking since she stepped away from Azzi at the facility.

She couldn’t help it, her face just kept slipping back into that same crooked little grin every time her brain reminded her: Azzi’s riding with you tonight. 

Azzi had sent her address. Texted it to her. The first message since the one she’d replied to after day one of training camp. It wasn’t much, just a simple address and a “Let me know when you’re here”, but to Paige, it meant everything.

She could’ve cried from happiness. But that wouldn’t exactly be a very nonchalant final boss move. So instead, she called her stylist, Brittany, in full panic mode.

Brittany answered like usual, unbothered, sipping something green from a Mason jar, "What’s up Paigey? You don’t need me until next week," she said, squinting at the screen. "Did you finally agree to the panel fit—"

"I need an outfit now."

There was a pause. A long one. Brittany tilted her head, narrowed her eyes. "Okay… dramatic much. What’s the emergency? What are we doing?"

"I need to look good. Not red carpet good, not photo op good. Good-good."

Brittany blinked, then slowly set her drink down. "...Is this a date?"

"No," Paige said way too fast. Then added, "Kind of. Not really. It’s dinner. With the team. But Azzi’s gonna be there. And I’m picking her up. She agreed to drive with me."

There was silence for a few seconds. Then Brittany leaned closer to the screen and gave her the most painfully smug look Paige had ever seen.

"You should’ve led with that, dumbass."

Ten minutes later, Paige had already rejected three outfit ideas, one too try-hard, one too tight, one that made her look like a teenage boy from 2010.

"No," she groaned, tossing a hoodie aside. "I don’t want her to think I’m trying too hard."

Brittany rolled her eyes dramatically. "You are trying too hard. That’s the whole point. You fumbled. She owes you nothing. And now she’s giving you fifteen uninterrupted minutes of car time to remind her why she liked your dumb face in the first place. So yes, we’re trying."

Paige flopped onto her bed. "Can’t I just be… effortless?"

"You can’t even spell effortless right now."

Paige gave her the finger. Brittany just grinned wider.

Eventually, they landed on the perfect look: a black crop top under a loose white button-down, baggy ripped jeans, crisp white sneakers, and high socks. Casual enough to play it cool, but undeniably hot.

She added a few accessories but kept it simple, and slicked her hair back into a messy bun. 

"You know what you look like?" Brittany said, holding her phone up for one final once-over. "You look like someone who is ready to woo her girl all over again. Now spray the perfume. The one she likes."

Paige hesitated. "Isn’t that too much?"

"Spray. The. Perfume. Bueckers."

The scent hit instantly, tugging something in her chest loose. Fresh citrus, warm spice, and that deep, rugged wood that always seemed to sink into her skin and linger long after the night ended. This wasn’t some generic cologne Paige tossed on casually, she used it intentionally every single time.  It was the one Azzi went absolutely feral over.

Azzi never responded to anything the way she responded to this scent and that reaction was always immediate, almost instinctual. Paige only wore it when she wanted to see Azzi lose that calm, composed look in less than a minute. 

One whiff and her girl was tugging Paige closer by the belt loops, whispering threats and promises against her neck. One night, Paige hadn’t even made it past the hallway in their building  before Azzi had her pinned to the wall.  "I swear you wear this one on purpose, you want me to go crazy for you," her voice had been wrecked, teasing but already half gone with need, and Paige had just nodded because of course she had. She always knew exactly what she was doing when she put it on.

Paige had other scents, nicer ones maybe, ones she wore to events and media days. But she saved this one for when she wanted Azzi to lose that calm control and feel it all. She pulled out this one whenever she needed to remind Azzi of exactly how far gone they both could get for each other, and how there had never really been anyone else who could pull that reaction from them. 

And tonight, that’s exactly what she needed. She needed Azzi to breathe it in and remember, not just how it used to be, but how it still could be.

She capped the bottle slowly, fingers shaking just a little. If Azzi opened that door, Paige was going to walk through it and make sure she never forgot how it felt to want her. How it felt to have her.

She left her apartment in Playa del Rey early, building in enough of a buffer to account for the usual LA chaos. But of course, today of all days, the roads were clear. 

The universe was clearly mocking her.

She pulled up in front of Azzi’s building with fifteen minutes to spare. There was no way she was going to knock early. She wasn’t that desperate. So she stayed in the car, shifted in her seat, and tried to pretend she wasn’t overthinking everything. Her hand hovered for a moment, then dropped into her lap with a sigh.

After two minutes of trying to stare out the window like a chill, detached human being, she gave up and unlocked her phone.

The initial wave of reactions had been exactly what she’d expected: chaotic. The usual sports accounts had their think pieces ready within hours. Fans she’d never met acted like they knew her personally, like they knew her motives. Some welcomed her to LA with open arms. Others... not so much. Words like “washed” and “overrated” kept popping up. One too many people accused her of chasing clout, of using LA to stay relevant. She’d seen enough to know the algorithm would eat her alive if she stuck around.

So she deleted the app. That had worked, until tonight.

Because now, sitting outside Azzi’s apartment with time to kill and way too many nerves crawling under her skin, the curiosity won. She unlocked her phone, redownloaded Instagram, and went straight to the Sparks profile. There it was.

Posted 32 minutes ago by @la_sparks:

🎥 PAZZI IS BACK 🔥

From USA U-16 ➡️ to UConn NCAA Champions ➡️ and now ready to build a legacy with us.

This is only the beginning.

#WNBA #TrainingCamp #SparksSeason

She tapped the reel.

The music kicked in first. It was a bit too cinematic, a slow build with sharp beats. It was a clean, rapid-cut montage from training camp earlier that day. Paige feeding Azzi the ball, Azzi catching it in rhythm, rising, releasing and bucket.

A few seconds later, Paige appeared again, driving hard to the rim, kicking it back out, and Azzi drilling another three. There was a shot of them jogging back on defense together, their movements perfectly in sync. Another clip showed them breaking into easy laughter after some drill, Paige bumping her shoulder into Azzi’s, Azzi tossing her a smirk in return.

There was a high five that was followed with a slow motion of eye contact between them. A look that, if you knew what to look for, said more than any caption ever could.

She watched it once. Then again. Then two more times after that. By the fourth watch, she wasn’t really focused on the basketball anymore.

It was the way Azzi looked at her after a made shot. Her smile always stretched just a little wider when Paige was the one passing her the ball.They moved around each other on the court intuitively like it was muscle memory.

They looked like them again.

Relief washed over Paige seeing that. The basketball was always supposed to be the easy part, but even she had been scared that too much had changed, that the distance and the silence and the heartbreak had stretched too far across the court.

But watching that look in Azzi’s eye, Paige knew. The game was still theirs.

Whatever else was broken between them, this part wasn’t and she hoped it could be enough to rebuild the rest.

And then, even though she knew it was a terrible idea, Paige scrolled down. She opened the comments.

@wbbqueens: okay sorry but this energy is not platonic

@underratedrookies: no because look at the LOOKS they give each other like please we’ve been watching this since 2017 😭

@azzipaigesluts: didn’t she not go to ANY UConn games last season? and Azzi didn’t even visit Dallas once… I thought they were done??

@uconns4life: @azzipaigesluts no cause now I’m not sure they did… they weren’t at each other’s games but THIS? nah they’re still in it

@sportswithkay: everyone SHUT UP pazzi are canon again

Paige let the phone fall into her lap and leaned her head back against the seat, eyes closing.

People had always seen it, the way she and Azzi moved together on the court, the way they looked at each other when they thought no one else was paying attention. That unspoken tether between them had always been visible, even when they tried to play it cool. And now, after no appearances at each other’s games, no comments or likes on posts, there they were side by side in a video reel, smiling and syncing up like nothing had ever broken.

Of course the fans would notice and they would start connecting the dots. It was never going to be just their story, it had always belonged, at least in part, to everyone watching. It was another layer they’d have to reckon with, how to be them again in a world that already had a version of their story. A version that didn’t quite match where they were now.

Her phone buzzed softly in her hand, dragging her out of her spiral.

AZZI 06.12 p.m. Ready when you are.

After sending off the I’m here text, Paige stepped out of the car and leaned casually against the hood or at least, that was the goal. She’d spent five minutes before leaving her apartment rehearsing this exact posture in the mirror, trying to nail that effortlessly cool, unbothered look. It felt decent in the bathroom but not so much here in action.

She crossed her arms, then uncrossed them. Tapped her fingers against her jeans before catching herself and forcing them still. Took a deep breath that didn’t calm her down at all.

Two full minutes passed before she heard the door open with a soft click.

She immediately looked up and froze.

Azzi stepped onto the curb like something out of a slowed-down highlight reel. She wore baggy, washed-out jeans that sat perfectly on her hips, paired with a cropped black top that Paige immediately, viscerally recognized. It hugged her curves in all the ways Paige remembered without even trying. Her braids weren’t tied back tonight, just loose and soft around her shoulders, catching the last traces of sunlight like it had been planned that way.

Paige could feel her brain short-circuit. Her jaw might’ve dropped a little. Maybe a lot.

It wasn’t fair to look that beautiful. 

 If they were still together, Paige would’ve already closed the distance. She would’ve reached for her hand, leaned in, whispered something about being late just to see that eye roll she loved so much. And Azzi would have played along, pretending to be annoyed, but smiling against Paige’s lips the second they were out of view.

But that wasn’t where they were anymore.

They weren’t dating. They weren’t even close to being back together. And teammates, no matter how much history they had between them, definitely didn’t get to press each other against apartment walls just because one of them happened to show up looking like that on a regular Thursday night.

Azzi cleared her throat softly.

The subtle little cue she always used when Paige started zoning out in film sessions or team meetings. It was unmistakable, a gentle nudge back to reality, and it worked instantly.

Paige blinked, suddenly aware that Azzi had crossed the distance between them without her even noticing.

"Oh, shit. Sorry," Paige muttered, hand flying up to the back of her neck. Her skin felt hot already, the flush creeping in fast. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Azzi said, her voice quiet but kind. She stood there like she hadn’t just completely short-circuited Paige’s entire nervous system.

The silence that followed was… loaded.  Paige’s instinct was to close the space between them, to reach out, to wrap Azzi in her arms and pretend for just a second that nothing had changed. That they were still them.

But Azzi didn’t move and as much as it hurt, Paige knew she couldn’t be the one to reach first. Not this time.

So instead, Paige circled around to the passenger side and opened the door. “Here you go,” she said, keeping it light. No princess or a playful wink this time. She figured she'd earn that back later, maybe if Azzi smiled at her first. 

Azzi gave a small nod, eyes unreadable, and slid into the seat without a word.

Paige got in on the driver’s side and pulled up Julie’s address on her phone. Seven minutes away. Seven whole minutes of sitting next to Azzi in a car that suddenly felt way smaller than usual.

She started the engine, adjusted the mirror, then immediately regretted breathing because Azzi’s perfume hit her like a memory she wasn’t ready for. Vanilla and something citrusy, whatever new scent Azzi had switched to recently. Of course it smelled amazing and clearly messed with her brain.

The silence settled in fast. It wasn’t awful, just… noticeable. The kind where both people are thinking too much.

She wanted to say something, anything, to make the air feel normal again. A dumb joke, maybe. A story from practice. Something light and easy. But every sentence that floated to the top of her brain felt off. She didn’t want to fake ease, not with Azzi. And she definitely didn’t want to risk breaking the fragile calm they’d managed to settle into by steering too deep too fast.

Out of the corner of her eye, Paige caught Azzi typing on her phone. Quick, focused. The kind of fast-tapping rhythm that meant it wasn’t just idle scrolling. Paige’s eyes flicked toward it instinctively before she yanked them back to the road. She couldn’t see the screen. She told herself she didn’t want to. But that wasn’t entirely true. Because of course she wanted to know who Azzi was texting. What had her locked in like that. Was it someone else? A group chat? Was it about her?

Stop. You're spiraling again. Chill.

She drummed her fingers against the wheel. Opened her mouth.

“So… did you—” Nope. Not that.

She exhaled through her nose, gave up, and reached for the screen. Paige decided to let the music step in where her words had failed. Soft R&B eased into the car, mellow and slow, the kind of playlist she put on when she didn’t want to think too hard. A little Drake, a little Giveon, the perfect background music for driving. 

Then the next song started

SZA. Nobody Gets Me. 

The moment the first chords hit, it was like a punch straight to Paige’s chest. Her hand froze mid-motion, suspended above the stereo. She could’ve skipped it. Should’ve. But her fingers just hovered there, unmoving, while the opening notes wrapped around her 

Across the car, Azzi didn’t react right away, but Paige saw it. That subtle shift and the way her fingers stopped moving, phone paused mid-text, her whole posture tightening just slightly. 

Like the song cracked something wide open inside both of them.

"It's too lateI don't wanna lose what's left of you…"

God, this fucking song.

Paige had gone out of her way to avoid it for months. Blocked it from every playlist, skipped it without thinking whenever it came on shuffle, even unhearted it on Spotify so it wouldn’t show up at all. Pretended it wasn’t their song. Pretended it didn’t still hollow her out every time.

Out of all the songs that had scored their years together, this was the one that never faded. Azzi would play it on quiet Sunday mornings, when they were still curled up in bed, Paige tucked under Azzi’s arm, her cheek resting against the soft rhythm of her chest as sunlight filtered lazily through their bedroom blinds.

Paige used to hum it in the background of everything, brushing her teeth, flipping pancakes, waiting by the door while Azzi tied her shoes for practice. Paige had even once sung, completely off-key, half-laughing, into the collar of Azzi’s hoodie while they slow danced in their cramped college bedroom, bare feet in old boxers.

And now it was playing in this small car, in this tense silence, like a ghost neither of them were ready for. It filled the space between them like it never left.

Paige’s chest tightened, her breath catching somewhere between memory and ache. She didn’t need this right now. Not when she was trying so hard to hold it together.

But suddenly, she was back in that dim dorm room, two years ago, on the night she forgot the SZA ticket drop. Gino had kept her at the gym late, drilling her on footwork and three-dribble pull-ups for what felt like forever. Her phone sat untouched in the locker while the entire arena sold out in minutes.

By the time she saw the notifications, every seat was gone.

She’d tried to brush it off, act like it wasn’t a big deal, but Azzi had known. Paige had sulked the entire night, curled up in an oversized hoodie on the floor, half-heartedly playing Call of Duty with KK online, barely speaking, jaw clenched around disappointment.

And Azzi, of course, had fixed it.

She had walked in with that familiar smirk, like she already had a plan. Without a word, she had taken the controller from Paige’s hand, plucked the headset off her head, and leaned into the mic.

“Hey KK? She’s logging off, because she’s about to fall in love with me all over again.”

Paige had spluttered, ready to throw out a halfhearted protest, but Azzi didn’t give her the chance. She just grinned wider and held out a plain white envelope, like it wasn’t a big deal.

Paige blinked, still recovering from the sudden whiplash of affection. “What is this?”

Azzi gave a small shrug, trying to play it cool, but her smile was already threatening to break into something smug. “Just something to fix your attitude.”

Inside: two front-section tickets to see SZA in Hartford. 

Paige stared at them like she didn’t quite trust they were real. “How—how the hell did you pull this off?”

Azzi beamed, full dimple, proud of herself and completely unbothered. “Mack has a friend who owed her a favor. I pulled a few strings. I wasn’t about to let my girl miss her favorite artist. Especially not when she is playing in Connecticut.”

And Paige had launched herself into her arms, almost knocking them both over. She picked Azzi up like she weighed nothing, kissed her like she was something out of a dream, spun her in a circle until they were both laughing too hard to breathe. That night, she laid her down on their bed and spent hours thanking her in every way she knew how. Azzi had murmured against her shoulder, smiling into her skin, “You’re welcome, baby,” and Paige had thought at that moment, This is what your forever person is supposed to feel like.

The concert had been magic. Paige still remembered how the lights bathed the arena in violet and gold during Nobody Gets Me, how the crowd fell quiet in that sacred, aching way fans do when a song hits a little too close to home. 

Azzi had stood beside her, arm snug around her waist, the side of her body pressed close. Paige had turned then, gaze locked on Azzi’s profile, and sang the second verse directly into her ear. It was soft, a little shaky, but full of everything she felt. Azzi hadn’t looked away. Her eyes had shimmered, not from the lights, but from tears she didn’t bother to blink back. Her thumb had rubbed slow, steady circles against Paige’s hip. Holding her there, taking everything in.

“Nobody gets me like you…”

Now that same song was playing in Paige’s rental car, and Azzi was sitting right beside her, silent and unreadable. The distance between them was only a few inches but emotionally, it still felt like a crack they hadn’t figured out how to cross yet.

But maybe… maybe this was the start.

Paige tried to keep her eyes on the road, to act like the lyrics weren’t crawling up her spine, but everything around her started to blur. Her chest tightened with each passing verse, ribs pulling taut like she couldn’t quite expand them enough to breathe properly.

“How am I supposed to let you go?Only like myself when I'm with you…”

It hit hard. Too hard.

She hadn't cried since draft night, not even when her trade went through. But this, this stupid, perfect, devastating song, cracked her. 

The lyrics hadn’t changed, but they felt different now. What used to be comforting and something wrapped in the warmth of love, now felt raw and weighted down by everything they hadn’t said out loud.

Her jaw clenched. Her grip on the wheel went white-knuckle. She bit down hard, trying to keep the emotions locked somewhere deep, somewhere unreachable. But when the last chorus faded out and that final, echoing line dissolved into silence, the air inside the car collapsed with it.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath.

It wasn’t supposed to come out. She hadn’t meant to say anything. But the word cracked the stillness like glass.

Azzi didn’t say anything, but Paige felt the shift beside her again, the barely-there motion of someone who remembered and understood what Paige was feeling. Like she remembered every second the same way as Paige did.

The car slowed to a stop in front of Julie’s building. Paige threw it into park with more force than necessary and let her head fall back against the seat. She tilted her face toward the ceiling like the sky might offer her the answers. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to breathe past the lump clawing at her throat. Hold it together. You’re fine. Just breathe.

But it was too late. The tears were already there. Soft and silent. Barely a handful, but enough to sting her eyes and send a hollow ache through her chest.

Then, without warning, she felt it.

A touch, soft and featherlight, the brush of skin against her cheek. Paige flinched, not out of fear, but recognition.

Azzi.

Her knuckles were gentle as they swept a tear away. Then another. It wasn’t rushed and did not feel pitying. It was gently and caring, the kind of touch that only comes from knowing someone at their most vulnerable.

Paige leaned into it instinctively, her body moving before her mind caught up. Eyes still closed, letting herself feel it. Letting herself remember.

This was how Azzi had always comforted her. Not with speeches or platitudes but with this. A hand on her face, a thumb at the edge of her cheekbone as if Paige’s sadness wasn’t something to fix, it was something to be held. For a moment, Paige let herself be held by Azzi again.

But the second stretched too long and then it broke. Azzi pulled her hand back.

The warmth vanished like it had never been there, and when Paige opened her eyes again, Azzi had turned back toward her window. Her phone was in her hand, thumb moving quickly over the screen. Back to the silence.

But in the reflection of the glass, Paige could still see her face. Her jaw was clenched, her brows drawn together, her lashes blinking faster than normal.

Paige’s breath caught in her throat. She’s not okay either.

This wasn’t just her grief to carry. It wasn’t only Paige sitting there, aching for everything they had been. Azzi was right beside her, lost in the same memories, caught in the same wreckage. She could feel it beneath the silence, Azzi was holding it in, just like she was. And somehow, that made it both harder to bear and strangely easier to breathe. A shared ache.

Paige drew in a breath and then another. Deep and shaky, as if she was bracing for something to hit or maybe just trying to keep her chest from splitting apart.

And before she could second-guess herself, she whispered it.

"Azzi."

Just her name and nothing more, but it landed in the space between them like something sacred. It was half prayer, half apology, and fully everything Paige hadn’t had the courage to say until now.

Azzi turned to her, slow and intentional, and met Paige’s eyes. And in that moment, everything that had been hidden was suddenly visible.

Her eyes were rimmed red. They were glossy and wet. Her face was still composed, but barely, like she was holding herself together with the last bit of thread she had. Paige’s breath caught in her throat.

She almost looked away. Almost shoved it all back down like she always had. But then, out of nowhere, she heard Geno’s voice in her head, clear and unyielding, like it used to be after a tough loss.

She still looks for you in every room. You still know how to fight.

And for once, Paige didn’t flinch from the truth, she didn’t hide. She sat up straighter. Her voice came out rough, raw around the edges, but real.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Azzi didn’t move. Paige pressed on, the words tumbling out, half-confession, half-desperate plea.

"I should have told you I was drowning," she continued, each word heavier than the last. "I should have asked for help. Instead I just… pulled away and shut you out. Like losing you was easier than admitting I was scared and losing myself."

The silence that followed was unbearable. Her pulse pounded in her ears, she could hear herself breathing and feel the sting behind her eyes.

Azzi didn’t say anything at first. But she didn’t look away either.

Her face was still unreadable, that same guarded calm she wore when she didn’t trust the world not to hurt her. But then Paige saw how Azzi’s jaw trembled, her eyes squeezed shut for a beat too long, like it was the only way to keep the tears from falling. Her lips parted with a soft, unsteady breath.

And then, finally, she spoke. Just two words. But they landed like a wave crashing through the silence.

“I know.”

It nearly broke Paige in half.

Because Azzi knew and maybe she always had. Maybe even back then, through all the missteps and silence, she'd seen Paige drowning and didn’t know how to reach her. 

They didn’t reach for each other, but the space between them shifted. Something unspoken passed through it. Not forgiveness, not yet, but a shared willingness to try.

They sat like that for a while, side by side, the air still fragile, but no longer suffocating. They weren’t avoiding the silence now, they were breathing through it. Both of them blinking too fast, both of them still shaky.

But neither of them looked away.

And for the first time in nine months, it didn’t feel like they were pretending to be strangers.It felt like a beginning of something new. They were learning how to be brave again.

Azzi POV:

As soon as she stepped out of the building, Azzi’s eyes locked on Paige, leaning against the hood of her rental like she wasn’t obviously waiting. She looked casual, legs crossed, head dipped, pretending to scroll through her phone, but Azzi knew better. Knew every tell in that body.

God, she looked good. Stupidly good. 

The white button-down open just enough to tease the crop top beneath, her arms folded in that lazy, confident way that drove Azzi crazy. She hated how her stomach flipped the moment Paige looked up and froze.

Paige definitely noticed her too, Azzi saw the shift in her jaw and the way her eyes darted across Azzi’s body like she was trying to devour her on the spot. 

Good, you should suffer a little too.

They didn’t say much at first, just a soft exchange of "hey"s, eyes dodging contact after a few seconds each time. Paige opened the door for her without a teasing nickname or gesture like she used to. Azzi missed it.

They both slid into the car and as soon as the doors closed, Azzi smelled it. 

That fucking cologne.

Azzi blinked hard, the scent wrapping around her like always. This was the one that always made her want to crawl into Paige’s lap and forget the rest of the world. Paige had only used it for rare nights, anniversaries, birthdays, that weekend in New Orleans when they didn’t leave the hotel room until Sunday night. Azzi knew that Paige only wore it when she was trying to make Azzi feral.

She barely had her seatbelt on before she was yanking out her phone, thumbs flying:

azzi: Tell me why she had the AUDACITY to wear THE parfume. azzi: You all know which one. dorka: 👀 caroline: 😭Oh she’s playing dirty kayla: Is it working tho azzi: …I’m gonna combust.

She locked her phone and dropped it into her lap, already too warm. Paige didn’t say anything, but Azzi caught the sideways glance, just once, careful and quick. She tapped her foot. Focused on the street signs. Reminded herself: this is just a ride to team dinner. Just teammates doing normal things.

And then the next song started.

Nobody Gets Me by SZA.

Her fingers twitched.

She didn’t look at Paige, didn’t have to. She could feel her reaction like static in the air. Paige had gone completely quiet, her soft humming had stopped and the tapping on the wheel halted. All that was left was her white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and the tiniest shudder in her breath.

Azzi turned her face slightly toward the window.This song had so much of their history.

They had memories of it in every room they shared at UConn. Sunday mornings in bed, tangled under flannel sheets with no reason to leave. Paige humming the lyrics into Azzi’s collarbone after games. And that concert.

God.

Paige had sulked for days about missing the ticket sale. Azzi had pretended not to care until she could get her hands on two. When she handed over the envelope, Paige had looked at her like she hung the moon. And during the show Paige had turned to her and sang it, all completely off-key but her eyes were full of love and Azzi still wasn’t sure she’d ever feel so adored again.

But this time it didn’t feel nostalgic, it felt like heartbreak. Azzi blinked fast, staring out the window like it might anchor her. She didn’t trust herself not to say something she would regret later.

"Fuck."

That’s when Azzi looked. Paige’s shoulders had risen, her hands death-gripping the wheel. Here eyes were closed and her lips pressed tight like she was trying to keep it together.

Azzi acted without thinking.

Her hand reached out and, almost of its own accord, her knuckles brushed Paige’s cheek. She gently wiped away the tears that had slipped out.  Exactly as she always had, especially during Paige’s darkest moments post-surgery, when the only thing that calmed her was being held without words. 

And Paige leaned into it. Just the smallest bit, like her body remembered too.

By the time Azzi pulled her hand back, her own chest was tight. She turned back to the window, phone in her lap, fingers trembling against the screen. 

She tried to ground herself by counting the trees outside. And still, her throat burned and her eyes stung. That old ache started to bloom again, curling up from her ribs and into her chest. She blinked hard at her reflection in the passenger side window. Get it together.

She thought Paige would stay silent and let the moment pass. That was always how it went these days, closeness flickering in and out like a glitch in the system. One of them always retreating before it got too real.

Azzi herself asked for it, so she could not blame Paige for not crossing that line, even if she wanted her to. But then she heard it. 

"Azzi."

So soft she almost didn’t catch it, but her body definitely did.

She turned, slowly, like if she moved too fast, the moment might vanish. When her eyes met Paige’s, red-rimmed, glassy, wide with everything she wasn’t saying, her own chest stuttered.

Azzi knew that look.

She had seen it in bedrooms and locker rooms and hotel hallways at 2 a.m. She’d seen it after buzzer beaters and injuries and fights and birthdays and reunions. It was the look Paige wore when everything was raw and unguardedl.

It was the look she wore when she couldn’t pretend anymore. Azzi felt her stomach flip. Her grip on the phone tightened.

Azzi held her gaze. 

"I’m sorry," Paige said. Her voice cracked like something brittle inside her had finally broken. "I’m so fucking sorry, Azzi."

Azzi didn’t move, didn’t even breath.

Paige was clearly speaking out of her heart, she wasn’t reading a script. She wasn’t trying to make it sound perfect or clean. She was just saying how she felt, messy and raw.

"I should have told you I was drowning," she continued, each word heavier than the last. "I should have asked for help. Instead I just… pulled away and shut you out. Like losing you was easier than admitting I was scared and losing myself."

Azzi had to close her eyes.

She didn’t want to cry, not here and now. She had been doing so well holding it together all week. But that confession cracked something in her chest, it was the thing she’d waited to hear. The piece that had been missing this whole time. Not an excuse or a fix, just… the truth.

Her throat tightened, but she didn’t turn away. She stayed facing Paige. And when she opened her eyes again, Paige was still looking at her like she didn’t know what to do with herself. Like she’d just ripped her whole chest open and handed Azzi the pieces.

So Azzi gave her what little she could.

"I know," she whispered.

It came out steadier than she expected. It wasn’t angry or bitter, just honest. Because deep down she did know, even when she didn’t want to.

She had known Paige was struggling. Had tried to help, had offered to carry the weight with her, but Paige had always wanted to be the strong one. And in the end, she’d isolated herself so deeply that Azzi couldn’t reach her anymore, doesn’t matter how hard she tried.

Azzi had spent so long trying to resent her, trying to convince herself that Paige didn’t care anymore, but that had never felt true.

The quiet that followed should’ve been unbearable, but it wasn’t. It was heavy, yes, but not suffocating. 

The apology was out now, and somehow, that made breathing easier. Azzi still felt wrecked by it, but less alone in it, Paige was right there with her.

Azzi kept her eyes open now, really looking at her. Paige wasn’t hiding anymore. She was shaking and vulnerable and so much like the girl she had fallen in love with years ago. There was no wall between them at that moment. Just two people trying to breathe through what they broke.

Azzi let her body relax slowly. Her thumb eased off the death grip she had on her phone. She let herself take in Paige without pretending, not the version from UConn, or the Paige from Dallas that gutted her, but the one sitting beside her right now.

The one present and trying.

Because Azzi knew that sometimes, when the wounds are still open, showing up is the bravest thing two people can do.

[daisies-and-domming]

Not so Shy Anymore, Huh? (NSFW)

Summary: Your boyfriend is bold - and no matter how long you’ve been with him, you can’t seem to stop the warm flush of your cheeks when he compliments you so easily. He’s used to you being shy, but one day you reach your breaking point. He wants to be bold? You can be bold, too!

Warnings: swearing, dom!reader, reader is (usually) easily fluster, petnames (Gojo calls you baby, Geto calls you my love, Sukuna calls you petal), p in an undefined hole (Gojo, Geto), praise kink (Sukuna), f!receiving oral (Sukuna)

Features Gojo, Geto, Sukuna

Thank you to the lovely @glassofapplejuicee for beta reading <3

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

– – –

This was a WIP that I never finished...I had a portion for Toji and Ino in the works, but I just haven't had time to get around to it, and unless y'all REALLY want their parts, I probably never will. Still, I hope you enjoy <3 As always, feel free to message me if you have any requests.

– – –

Gojo Satoru - Eyes on Me!

“Did I tell you how stunning you look tonight? Because if I haven’t, I’d like to get something off my chest - I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since you came downstairs, baby.”

“Satoru!” You gasp, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

You hated how your boyfriend could waltz into the room and just say whatever was on his mind. His unbelievable self-confidence was ruinous - how were you meant to combat the constant barrage of sweet words he throws your way? You feel bad for Nanami, who just rolls his eyes and abandons your conversation, opting to go get a drink in the kitchen. 

He was smart enough to know that you ceased to properly function when your silver-tongued boyfriend was around. In his defense, he couldn't help it, not when your reactions were so precious. He loved the way you froze up, and how your mouth would open and close without a word coming out. He revelled in the way your skin was warm to the touch when he spoke so brazenly, in how you couldn’t even look him in the eye afterwards.

“Yes, baby?” He questioned, grinning at the bashful look on your face. 

“Sorry, was that too much?”

“You’re not sorry at all!” you start with a groan, dragging a hand down your face, “Have you no shame, Satoru? You scared off Nanami!”

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Then I get to have my beautiful baby aaaaall to myself. Sucks that we’re out here, or I’d show you just how beautiful I think you are,” he added with a whisper.

He thumbs at the hem of your shirt, but you’re so done with his bullshit. You hate how it barely took anything to get you all hot in the face, and you hate how much he clearly enjoys it. He was a charmer and he knew it, but it didn’t mean he could belittle you like this. Sometimes it made you feel small, like you couldn’t live up to the version of you that he had in his head. 

You spin around, something feral glinting in your eyes. “Let’s go upstairs, then. You can show me just how beautiful you think I am.”

The frantic blink blink blink of his eyes would almost be comical if you weren’t so determined to remind him that you could be flashy and brazen. Two could play this game, after all.

“O-okay!” He just about stumbled over himself as he followed you upstairs. 

You apologize in your head to whoever owns this house - Yaga? - because their spare room was about to look like a crime scene when you were done with him. 

A house party usually means someone stumbling upstairs, drunk, and getting laid, but you were as sober as could be. This was deliberate - you were going to remind Gojo that even his title as “strongest” couldn’t save him from you.

You slip into the first empty room you can find and shove him in first, gently clicking the lock behind you. It’s dark, but you can make out the outline of a neatly made bed and a barren nightstand. You pray to every god imaginable that this room is a guest room as Gojo crowds you against the door, eyes aglow.

“Fuck, I love when you’re assertive like that, sweet cheeks,” he says, stealing a quick kiss between words. 

“Let’s get you undressed, hm?”

“Off, Toru,” you say, wiggling your way out from between him and the door. 

“You strip and get on the bed. Let me at least get the lights, please? Not all of us have six eyes to guide us.”

There it is again - that owlish blink - but he obeys without hesitation, making his way towards the bed. He leaves a trail of clothes in his wake as you flick on the lights, and you let yourself admire the rippling muscles in his back before you start to derobe yourself. By the time you’re done taking off your clothes, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you curiously. 

You two certainly weren’t vanilla in bed by any means, but he had always been the one in control (except the one time he tried to get you to call him daddy - you quickly informed him you would NOT be doing that). This was new for both of you, but he clearly wasn’t opposed to it. If the stiffness of his untouched cock had anything to say about it, he seemed to be pretty damn into it. 

“So…” he started, dragging out the ‘o’ “Are you gonna come over here, or what? I’m getting kinda bored!” Gojo whined, jutting out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout.

You roll your eyes, but make your way over to him. His eyes roam your body, and you pray he can’t see how much it’s affecting you. You try to keep your gaze steely, but you can’t help but look. He’s got goosebumps running up his arms and legs, and his cock twitches when you stare at it just a bit too long. He’s biting his lip when your stare finally makes its way to his face, eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust. 

Silently, you motion to him to move further into the sheets, and he does, looking at you expectantly once he’s right in the middle of the bed. 

“Alright baby,” you coo, moving to straddle him. “Be good for me, won’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” he says frantically, hands hovering tentatively over your hips.

You give him the go ahead, and he kneads his fingers into the flesh of your hips, grip already bruising as you grind down on him just right. 

He’s sensitive, more sensitive than he usually is, and you smirk down at him as he bites back a groan when your movements pick up.

“Feel good?” you do your best not to laugh when his head bobbles in response. “Aww, useless already? That’s okay sweetie, I’ve got you.”

“Want to put it in, can I?” His eyes meet yours, his tone dripping with  need. 

“Please, c-can I? Please, I’ve been guh-good, so good! Please please please, wanna feel you around me, see the outline of me in you, please!”

“Hmm, okay!” your hands reach down and you squeeze his cock hard, and your tone shifts. “On one condition. Can you do one little thing for me?”

His eyes are unfocused as you drag his angry tip teasingly against your entrance, but you won’t sink down until you’ve got your answer. 

“Well, Toru?”

“Mhm- I can do it, I can do it!”

You lean down and kiss him, biting his lower lip as you pull away. 

“Eyes on mine, or we stop.”

Without waiting for a confirmation, you sink down, right to the base. He’s big, and it hurts at first, but the tears at your waterline are worth it for the fucked out look that overtakes Gojo’s face. He’s already babbling nonsense, a mix of frantic swears and pleas, but you ignore him, choosing to experimentally roll your hips instead. Your eyes are on his the whole time, almost unfeeling, and it turns him on the way that you’re using him right now. He was right - you look absolutely stunning tonight.The sheen of sweat that covered your skin gave you a faint glow under the light of the room. 

Nothing was more beautiful to him, he thought to himself, than you using him like an over-sized dildo.

“Might as well be,” you comment, something mean hiding in your gaze. “You’re-hah-not exactly doing much but laying there and taking it.”

Oh fuck, did he say that out loud? 

“‘m not! You’re just-ngh-ridin’ me so guh-good, can’t help it!”

You rub a thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tears (when did he start crying?). Your touch is far more gentle than the brutal pace you set with your hips. It’s bordering on painful, but the friction is so delicious you’re unable to stop as his cock slides against your velvet walls. He almost forgets your request, but when his eyes flutter shut and you freeze on top of him, looking down at him expectantly.

“W-why did you stop?” he sobs, eyes flying open. “C’mon, I was being so good-”

“I had one request, Gojo,” you say, tone cold. 

“One request, and you couldn’t even do it. God, you’re pathetic. Got your dick a little wet and all that talk went out the door, huh?”

He whined, his hands reaching to grip your hips. He weakly tries to move you up and down his dick, legs twitching underneath you, but you won’t move. He really won’t look at you now - eyes anywhere but your face as he tries to buck up into your soft, wet heat. You know that if he really wanted to, the ball would be in his court again. He could overpower you in a second and take what he wants, but he won’t - he’s a good boy at heart.

“Are you done now?” you ask, rolling your eyes. 

“Look at me.”

His eyes find yours again, searching them for a reprieve, but instead his breath catches at the look in your eyes. Despite just how mean you’re treating him, there’s something soft hiding in the glint of your eyes as you look down at him. You feel his heartbeat explode under your hand, and you let out a small huff. You grab his hand and he gives you a curious look, but as you raise it to your own chest he swears there’s nothing else in the universe but you. Your heartbeat is frantic under his fingertips, and when you look up at his face again, you think you see hearts in his eyes. But the moment passes, as all moments do, and you bring his hand back down to the sheets. Suddenly, he’s hyperaware of just how stupid he must look under you right now - hair messy, cheeks flushed, eyes teary - but he won’t look away. He thinks if you stop again he might die. 

It made him nervous, seeing how composed you were above him, looking like some sort of deity. The eye contact had embarrassment clawing at him from under his skin, and a flush spreading from his cheeks down to his chest. Everything in him screamed look away, look away! but he couldn’t. There was nothing in this room, in the universe, but you you you and the way your body molded into his.

You weren’t faring much better. His eyes had always been mesmerizing, but there was something addicting to seeing them from this angle and watching them blur with tears. He was looking at you with reverence, with an unconditional sort of love, and it made your walls flutter around him. The rock of your hips started to get unsteady and you reached desperately for his hand, lacing your fingers together once you found purchase. 

You maintained eye contact with him as you pulled it against your chest so he could feel the steady thump thump of your erratic heartbeat against his skin. His hips bucked up on their own, but you could barely care - not when his fat tip rubbed against your sweet spot just right with every bounce.

“Fuh-fuck, baby, can I?” he moaned, eyes teary. 

“Can I, puh-please?”

He didn’t have to say it - you know what he’s begging for. But what fun is it if you let him have what he wants so easily?

“Can you what, baby? Are you asking me to stop?”

Your pace drops to a slow grind, hitting your sweet spot perfectly but not giving him nearly as much friction as he needs to let go. The whine he lets out at the loss of friction is desperate, and he can no longer hold back the waterworks. You reach down to wipe away the tears, feigning concern.

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought this is what you wanted. You couldn’t use your big boy words, so I just had to assume, you know.”

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll do better next time, just please go faster, please, I’m b-begging you!”

You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. “So needy, aren’t you? Well, I guess you did ask nicely…”

“S-so, nicely, please? I want it so bad, need it, please please please?”

Always one for dramatics, even when his brain is mush, you note, but at this point you’re also starting to feel a little bit desperate. You want to drag it out more but you can’t, not when his gushing head brushes your sweet spot for the nth time. 

You try to keep your cool demeanor, but it starts to slip when you watch Gojo’s pretty pink lips form the most perfect little ‘o’ as your hips speed up. He’s still watching you intently; brilliant blue eyes locked on yours. You shoot him a sweet little smile before speaking again.

“You’re doing so good baby,” your voice shaky as your peak nears. “So good I might just let you cum. Are you ready to cum?”

A pathetic, needy look flashes across his features, and he begins to blubber out pleas.

“So ready, the r-readiest, never been more ready in my life!” He's struggling to keep eye contact now, but he’s trying your best (and you’re close) so you let it slide.

“Can I, can I please? Please, m-mommy, need it, I need to cum in you, fill you up, please!”

His pleas send you over the edge and your orgasm crashes over you uncontrollably, frantically clasping his hand in yours as it does.

“Cum with me, baby, c-cum, cum.”

He wails, hips bucking violently as he’s finally allowed release. It takes everything in you to keep your eyes open, too, as your orgasm sweeps over you. There’s something so strangely intimate about this moment as you both rut into each other, riding out your highs. Every ounce of love, every word he hasn’t said, he pours into his gaze, and you into yours. There’s a sort of magic in the moment, an almost tangible buzzing in the air around you two. 

There’s a flicker of something in the corner of his eyes, a flash of blue lightning, and the nearby light explodes as his eyes finally roll back. If you were more aware you’d realize that Gojo had felt so good he had lost control of his jujutsu, but the jolt of pleasure-pain from the electricity at his fingertips is enough to send your eyes rolling back, too. 

When you finally manage to stop the shaky roll of your hips, you look down at Gojo, smiling softly at him. He always managed to look insanely gorgeous in every moment, and you couldn’t help but admire him as he came down from his high. You’re still holding hands, and he gives yours a gentle squeeze, looking absolutely lovesick. 

You want to deal with the broken glass, you really do, but instead you gently lift your hips and flop down next to him, exhausted. 

Later, you’d find out that power went out across the whole block, and that the party downstairs definitely knew what you two were up to, but for now, you’re content.

Well, you were content. Suddenly, you shoot up, peering over at your boyfriend, just now processing what he had babbled earlier.

“Did you call me mommy earlier?”

He flushes, looking anywhere but you. “Shut up!!”

You laugh, letting it go for now. A conversation for another time, you suppose. You lay back down, pulling him into your chest. You don’t quite know what took over you tonight, but you’re glad. Because sometimes, your stupid cocky boyfriend needed to be reminded that you weren’t just beautiful - you were deadly.

Geto Suguru - Touch Me, Touch Me!

“Suguru.”

“My love.”

“Suguru.”

“My love?”

You can’t even look him in the eye right now. You don’t have to, because you can picture the smug, self-assured look on his face without actually seeing him. You’re out for dinner with your friends - Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami - and yes, perhaps you wanted to be somewhere else, too, but your boyfriend was being insufferable. Whispering little things into your ear, about how ravishing you look tonight and what he’s going to do to you later and how he’s obsessed with every little thing about you. And honestly? You were sick of it. Not only was he making it impossible to enjoy the night out with your mutual friends, but the warm buzz of arousal under your skin was making it hard for you to sit still. The smugness in his eyes as he watched you clench your thighs together was enough for something more akin to anger to bubble up. The image of him, on his knees, begging for just a touch had you grinning right back at him. He tilted his head, almost as if asking “what?”, but you gently shook your head, rejoining the conversation with your friends. 

Biding your time proved to be worth it. The more you refused to acknowledge your boyfriend’s advances, the more desperate he got. 

“How about we get out of here, hm? I’m starting to get a little bored, and I can think of something far more fun for us to do.” The teasing lilt of his voice and the predatory smirk usually had you biting your cheek and looking away, but you held your ground. Instead, your eyes moved to meet his, trying your best to remain nonchalant.

“Well I’m having fun,” you start, reaching over to squeeze his upper thigh. “So just sit still and look pretty for a little longer, okay? I know you’re impatient, my love, but you can wait a little longer, can’t you? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You bit back a smile as confusion made its way to Suguru’s face. Mocking him, telling him to wait? You’d never done that, ever. Before he gets a chance to retort, you turn yourself back to Shoko and pick your conversation back up, leaving your hand on his thigh. 

As the night dragged on, even you were starting to get bored. Somehow, Gojo had managed to get a drink, and, immediately drunk, began rambling on about his students and their adventures. You’re sure these stories would be interesting if he was hiccuping between words and taking long pauses mid-story to remember the story at all. Suguru had warned you that Gojo was a lightweight, but you were still surprised by how low his tolerance was. 

Despite the drag, you had a bit of entertainment at the tip of your fingers. Quite literally, for that matter - Suguru’s thigh remained in your grip, and whenever you felt the urge, you’d give it a squeeze. If he was lucky, you might even brush over his dick first, which had stiffened noticeably since you had started your antics. You were starting to understand why he teased you all the time - his reactions were so delicious - and while he wasn’t forgiven by any means, you figured a little payback was in order.

When a (very drunk) Gojo finally got around to paying the bill, you had to try your best not to jump at the chance to leave. You loved your friends, but you had been sitting on a landmine since you’d started teasing Suguru. You had to be careful - push him too far, and he grabs whatever semblance of control you’ve created right out of your hands.

The drive home is silent. You hadn’t drank, so you grabbed the keys out of his hands, giving him a sly grin. Control is a fickle thing, so you tread lightly as you pull the car in. One misstep, and you lose. But you’re pretty confident you’ve got him right where you want him when he can barely manage to get the keys into the door. Yaga (bless his soul) had agreed to watch the girls for the night, so you two had the house to yourselves. 

You watch patiently as he locks the door. He turns around to say something, but you put a finger up to your lips and grab his hand with your free one. Quickly, as to not lose your momentum, you drag him to the bedroom. You guide him to the bed, gently pushing him to sit up against the headboard. You strip yourselves of your clothes, and try to ignore the burn of his eyes as they drink you in. You wanted to tease him some more, but he could see the desperation in the slight tremble of your hands - you needed this just as much as he did.

You sink into the bed across from him, just far enough away that he can’t reach. “Hands to yourself, okay?”

“My love, you can’t be serious-”

“Hands to yourself. And that’s final, Suguru.”

You reach down to touch yourself, gently rubbing your entrance with two teasing fingers. You make sure to exaggerate how good you make yourself feel - a twitch of the leg here, a flutter of the eyes there - and his hands are already gripping the sheets, knuckles white. You suck your own fingers into your mouth, mimicking the motions of giving him head, and pull off of them with an obscene pop! Still fully clothed, you watch his cock jump in his pants, straining against the tight fabric. You grin lazily, and look him right in the eyes as you insert your fingers into your entrance. Your eyes do actually flutter this time as you curl your fingers just right, finding that spongy sweet spot deep inside of you. Your fingers barely reached it, and briefly, you miss the feeling of Suguru’s long, thick fingers, but the drunken look on his face was worth the struggle. 

“Hah- haven’t even touched you and you’re already leaking, aren’t you, Sugu? Does it feel good, watching me touch myself?”

“S-shut up!” A deep red flush overtook his cheeks, spreading so far that his neck glowed a beautiful cherry red. 

“Lay down.”

“What?”

“I won’t ask again,” you say, eyes glowing dangerously. “Lay. Down.”

He moves to lay down, eyes searching yours for an answer, but he finds one when you move to hover over his face. His hands move up to grip your thighs, but you swat them away.

“Did you already forget your manners, Suguru? I asked you to keep your hands to yourself. Can you not follow one, simple instruction?”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” he cries out, tears gathering at his waterline. “Can I touch you, please? Need it, need you-”

“Hmm, let me think about it…” you look down at him, biting back a grin at the hopeful look in his eyes. “Nope! Sorry sugar, you’ll have to wait your turn. In the meantime, do you think you can touch yourself for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” he says, frantically fumbling to get his pants far enough down for his cock to spring out. You hear it thump! against his shirt, and, at a glance, he’s leaking. Fat globs of precum are dripping from his angry, red tip, and the vein that runs so pretty up the side of his cock is bulging out. He reaches a hand down to touch himself, but you stop him, grabbing his hand. You bring his hand up to your face and look him right in the eyes as you spit into his palm. An almost pornographic moan slips from his mouth, and his eyes roll back when you guide his spit-soaked hand down to his neglected cock. Once he’s set a somewhat steady pace fisting his pathetic cock, you reach down to toy with yourself again, staring down at Suguru with lidded eyes. His eyes are fixated on your now glistening entrance, your fingers going in and out tantalizingly. 

He doesn’t know what’s possessing him to listen to you - both of you know he’s more than strong enough to flip you both over and take what he wants - but there’s something so hot about the way you’re looking down on him, as if he’s not even worth your time. As if he doesn’t deserve your presence, but you’re kind enough to give it to him anyways. 

He can’t help the words from tumbling out of his mouth. “D-don’t deserve you baby-hnngh-don’t deserve you! Th-thank you for letting me touch my p-puh-pathetic cock, thank you thank you thank you-”

You cut him off, clenching around your fingers at just how broken he sounded. “You’re welcome, baby. So beautiful like this, all spread out underneath me. Do you know why you’re not allowed to touch me?”

“I-I dunno, ‘m sorry.” he says with a pout. His brows furrowed in concentration, but the cross of his eyes and the tears clinging to his waterline told you all you needed to know.

“Aww, baby, fucked dumb already?” you say, tone sickly sweet. “Didn’t even touch you and you’re already about to squirt.”

He squirms under you, teary eyes blinking up at you owlishly. “‘ts not s-squirt, ‘m not a g-guh-girl! I’m not-mgnh!”

You let out a mean laugh at his pathetic protests. “No? Sure are squealing like one, sugar. Open your mouth for me.”

He does as he’s told, his tongue lolling out uselessly. You reach down with your free hand and hold his mouth open with your thumb and pointer finger and spit, right onto his tongue. 

You hold him there for a little longer, watching him gurgle on your spit and his own moans. “Alright, baby: swallow.”

He gulps loudly, and a slew of broken ah ah ah!s spew out of his mouth. You can see that he’s getting close - the unfocused look in his eyes and the buck of his hips up up up from the bed told you that much - and you’re not too far off, yourself. Your domineering, teasing boyfriend was a total wreck underneath you, squealing and moaning like a pornstar. You could’ve probably cum untouched from the sight, really.

“Gonna come already?” you sneer, snarling down at him. “You’re gonna cum, fisting your pathetic cock like a slut?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, g’nna cum,” he groans out, eyes rolled into the back of his skull. “Ooooh, I’m gonna cum, please please please, need to cum, can I? Hnngh! Can’t hold it, please, cum cum cum-”

“Pull your hand away.”

He borderline screams in frustration as he rips his hand away from his swollen cock, just to actually scream when you quickly move down his body and sink down on his cock. You sigh at the feeling of him filling you up, the stretch so intense but so perfect that you couldn’t complain. You were so close you were sure a couple bounces would be all it would take. So you immediately throw yourself into a monstrous pace, the room filling with the wet shlap! of your hips meeting his. 

You lock eyes with him, only for a moment, but it’s all you need. “Cum.”

As if on command, you feel him twitch inside of you, and the splash of his warm cum filling your insides. You lose control of your hips as you bounce wildly, chasing your own orgasm. You miss the way Suguru’s eyes roll back as your own find the inside of your skull, and you cum around him. It’s perhaps the strongest orgasms of both of your lives, and by the time you come down, your legs are shaking and your inner thighs are coated with a gross mix of both of your fluids. The room smells of sex and sweat, and the only sound in the room is the quiet pants of both of you as you try to find some sort of grasp on reality again. 

“F-fuck, my love, what the hell was that?” 

You laugh, a beautiful sound, as you carefully lift your hips to pull his softening cock out of you. “Was sick of your attitude, someone had to do something.”

“Give a guy a warning next time,” he says, throwing an arm over his face to hide the embarrassed flush of his skin. “Don’t think I’ve ever come that fast.”

“Mhm, me neither,” you admit. “Wonder if I can break that record next time…”

“Next time?? My love, you can’t be serious-”

You giggle as you head off to the bathroom to grab stuff to clean him up with. “Sorry, what was that?? I think you’re cutting out!”

“We’re talking in real life-get back here!”

Sukuna Ryomen - So Good You Might Just Taste Heaven on Your Tongue

Sukuna Ryomen was not known for his flattery. He did not go out of his way to tell you that he “loved you” or “cared for you”, or any nonsense like that. Instead he was rather blunt. Anything that came out of his mouth he believed to be the absolute truth. Which is why it was so much more flustering than if he was actually trying to flatter you. He doesn’t just mean the things he says - he believes that everyone should, too. 

“Your eyes look like heaven, petal.”

“I want to hold you this instant. My arms feel empty without you in them.”

“I planted the roses in the garden because I was inspired by your beauty, but their colors seem dull whenever you walk past.”

He doesn’t hold his tongue, either. He’s the King of Curses, after all. He had no reason toe - anyone who dared scoff or even laugh at the way he spoke about you met a swift, gruesome end. He’s never minded a bit of blood, anyways.

You, on the other hand, aren’t so forward. You were more in the subtlety - a brush of the hand, a flutter of the eyelash, a love note hidden in between the pages of a book. You’re not used to the brashness in which Sukuna speaks, and he was almost confused by your flustered state at first. He was simply speaking the truth, after all. He had no reason to lie to you, his sweet petal. But as time passed, and he began to understand your silly human customs,  he found your silly faces quite…endearing. There was something special about being the only one who could pull those expressions from you.

“Ryo, stop!”

Like now, for instance. He had simply told you that your eyes glittered like diamonds in the sunlight, and suddenly those same eyes were looking anywhere but his face. You hated when he did this, and he knew it, but it was so hard to resist when your lovely lips had already pulled themselves into a cute little pout. How was he to help himself? You had yourself propped on the loveseat next to the window, animatedly telling him about your day. He had chosen to splay himself on the bed (he had honestly hoped you would have chosen to sit on his lap instead, but when it comes to you, he would take what he could get). Anyone would’ve noticed the way the sun caught in your eyes and made them glow, he was sure. Why else would he be so enraptured by it?

“Sorry, petal,” he said, anything but sorry. “Not my fault you’re beautiful, is it?”

“It’s my parents’ fault, actually.”

“Ha ha.”

This was your usual tactic: attempting to hide your embarrassment behind a joke or two. You knew the sudden loss of eye contact and the nervous fiddling of your hands gave you away, but you like to pretend that you’re getting away with it each time (even when you both know you’re not). 

“C’mere,” Sukuna beckoned with a lazy curl of his finger. 

“Sick of you being all the way over there. Plenty of room for both of us on the bed, petal.”

“Oh, are you now?” You ask, but you’re already moving to get up.

In a moment of boldness (stupidity?) you plop yourself right onto his lap, straddling his thighs. You’re looking right at him, and now you’ve caught him off guard. You couldn’t tell from his face, but the tips of his ears were colored a bright red and it made you grin, something warm curling in your lower abdomen. It’s not often that you get to turn the tables like this on your stoic boyfriend. 

You run a gentle hand up his chest, moving to gently cradle his face. He leans into your touch, eyes curious as you thumb at his lips. He lets them part and you lean in, gently locking your lips with his. It starts sweet, as all kisses do, but the heat in your stomach doesn’t disappear, and the kisses become more frantic. Your hips cant against his once, twice, before you pull away for air.

“Where’d this come from, petal? Not that I’m complaining.” Sukuna says, eyes lidded.

“Dunno,” you murmur, guiding him to lay down against the plush of the sheets. “Want to find out?”

“God, you’re hot when you take what you want.”

“Thanks,” you say, breath hot against his neck. 

It made a shiver run down his spine and a heat rush down to his cock. You feel it twitch against you and you grin up, teasing, but he won’t look you in the eyes. You huff, pinching his cheeks between your hands, turning his face so he can’t look anywhere but you.

“You’re beautiful too, y’know,” you say, looking down at him so earnestly that he can’t help but gaze up at you.

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself ‘beautiful’, petal.”

And in that moment you’re hit with utter certainty that no one had ever called him beautiful but you. The scars he bore and the weight he carried on his shoulders made him a threat to everyone around him, curses and sorcerers alike. And you knew that, sure, but sometimes it’s easy to forget that he had always been that. There was no happy childhood, no middle school crushes, no family to remind him that a part of him was human at all. But he truly was naturally very beautiful - he just never had the luxury of being allowed to be so.

You sigh, shaking your head. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

The flush reaches beyond his ears this time, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. “I’m quite certain that’s not true.”

You frown, but something in your eyes glints, feral. “Let’s start with your face, hm? Perfect cheekbones, soft lips, pretty ruby eyes, just the most rideable nose…mhm, mind if I show you just how beautiful your face is?”

He smirks, the sharp point of his canines peeking over his lower lip. “If you’re implying that you’re going to ride my face, then by all means petal, go right ahead.”

You know that you’re only holding some semblance of control because he wants you to have it, but there’s still a rush of heat in your veins at the idea of using his face to get off. You strip your pants and underwear in one fell swoop, flinging them onto the floor carelessly. They were a problem for later - right now, you were going to ride Sukuna’s face to kingdom come.

“Don’t move.” you say, moving to straddle his face. 

His hands move to grab your hips, but you slap them away, sending him a warning look. He looks up at you, clearly amused, but he humors you anyways, letting his hands fall back to his side. You sink down, nice and slow, letting out a gentle sigh as his tongue makes contact with your entrance.

He laps at you gently, eyes fluttering as he tastes your essence on his tongue. A low groan grumbles out of his throat, and the vibrations against your flesh make you sink deeper on him.

Usually, his hands would sink into the meat of your hips, guiding your entrance against his eager tongue, but he was being surprisingly good, letting you take what you want without a complaint. Your hand slides down into the soft tufts of his hair, gently sifting your fingers through it before giving it a sharp tug as his tongue reaches a sweet spot inside you. You consider apologizing, but at the way his hazy eyes look up at you almost reverently, you know he wants this. Wants you to use him like he’s nothing more than a toy, like he’s just meant to be an appendage to your pleasure.

“You like this, don’t you?” you ask before you can stop yourself. 

“You like being under me like this.”

Shit. You definitely should’ve kept that to yourself - even when it’s true, Sukuna doesn’t like to be made less than, especially by a mere mortal. You lift your hips off of him, keen on apologizing, when a whine tears from his throat at the loss.

“G-get your hips back down here, damn it,” he demands harshly, refusing to actually return your curious gaze.

You huff softly, surprised he’s letting you take it this far. While he didn’t really ask as much as he commanded you to return to your original position, the fact that he hadn’t simply pulled you back down himself was very telling. You decide that perhaps you should test your luck. No matter the outcome, you’re guaranteed a good time, after all.

“Is that how we ask for things?” you ask, disappointment clear in your tone.

“Try again.”

“Are you serious, petal?” he responds, incredulously. “If you’re asking me to beg, I will do no such thing.”

“Okay,” you say, shifting to straddle his chest. “Then you won’t get what you want.”

He’s about to retort, but it’s caught in his throat as you let out a gentle sigh, hand moving to slip your fingers into your leaking entrance. Your other hand presses firmly on his abdomen, just above where his twitching members were begging to be touched.

He’s above this - he’s the King of Curses, damn it - but when your eyes flutter as your too short fingers just barely brush your sweet spot, his resolve crumbles just a bit. He reaches for you, rough hands circling your waist as he tries to move you back up to his drooling mouth.

“Sukuna.”

Your voice is low, commanding, and for the first time in his long life, he listens without a second thought. Hands drop back to his side mindlessly, like his body could do nothing but obey your saccharine voice. 

“Good boy.”

You return to touching yourself, perched on his chest like you own him, and he seethes underneath you. How dare you do this to him, reduce him to nothing more than a dog begging for scraps. He tells himself that he’s letting you have your fun, that soon he’ll flip you over and take what he wants from you, yet he can’t take his eyes off your glistening entrance. It’s mesmerizing the way your fingers slide in and out, and the wet shlick of your entrance has him salivating. He wants to taste you on his tongue, to be the thing drawing those perfect little noises out of you, but instead he’s resigned to watching you please yourself.

The way you look down at him is almost mocking, and he snarls when he finally snaps out of his reverie to look up at you.

“So? Are you going to try again? I believe in you, ‘Kuna.”

“Fuck off!” he growls, eyes sharp. “F-fuck you, damn it! I’ll only say this one more time: get your hips back down here. Now, petal.”

You laugh, a tinkling sound, because you’re smart enough to know that if Sukuna really wanted you to give in to his words, he would’ve already grabbed you and put you in your place. He would never say it out loud, but the flush of his face and the hint of submission glittering in his eyes was enough to tell you that he wanted you to break him. Force him to beg until he was so humiliated he lost himself. 

“‘Kuna. Look at me.”

The second he does, he regrets it. The sadistic glint in your eyes does something to him, and something warm sits in his abdomen that he can’t quite explain. He’s never been this turned on in his life (not that he’d ever admit that to you), and he tries his best to keep his harsh demeanor.

“What is it? Finally giving in, brat?”

“Funny,” you say, leaning down and sinking your teeth into the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

His head tilts to allow you better access, and you like a long stripe up the side of his neck, nibbling at spots that you know are sensitive. He tries to remain still under you, but when you bite a particular sensitive spot he jolts as if he’s been shocked. His mouth is pressed into a thin line, a sad attempt to keep any noises from escaping. 

As you mark up his neck, one of your hands reaches down to toy with your entrance again. You’re soaked, and your essence is starting to leave a wet spot on Sukuna’s shirt from how much you’re absolutely dripping. If you weren’t so set on making your goliath of a boyfriend break, you’d be tempted to bring yourself to completion right here, right now.

“H-hey, brat.”

You glance up at him, curious. He seems to be expecting a proper response, but you decide he doesn’t deserve one, opting to raise a brow at him instead.

“You win, alright? I’m done with your games. If I must beg to make you cease your nonsense, then I will.”

You wait, but he says nothing else. You roll your eyes, bringing your hand that’s covered in your essence to hover right over his lips.

“I’m waiting, Sukuna. Will you be good for me now?”

“I’ve never been good a day in my life, you know that, petal-”

“Ryomen.”

You feel the shudder he lets out at you finally using his first name, enjoying the way that even words could draw out such a cute reaction from your usually stoic boyfriend.

“Fine, whatever. I will be ‘good’, sure. Just sit on my face again, won’t you? See, now I’m asking. Is that better for you, petal? Am I finally being ‘good’?”

He’s grinning, cocky, like he’s about to win some sort of prize, and suddenly you can’t help but bring a hand down, slapping him harshly right across the face. The sound echoes through his chambers as he blinks in disbelief, unable to believe that you just slapped him.

“Good? You think that was being good?” You seethe, seeing red. 

“If you don’t fix your god damn attitude, I’m going to make you watch me cum over and over again and let your pathetic dicks wet your pants with precum. Let them turn purple with need, soaking your pants like a dog in heat, and then I’m going to leave you here to jerk them off alone, knowing it won’t feel nearly as good as even my heels digging into them. Do I make myself clear? Or do I need to slap some sense into you again?”

“Crystal.” he swallows, throat dry. 

Suddenly it was so warm in here. You were right - he was feeling just like a dog in heat, pitifully licking his chops at the idea of tasting you. He was certain his underwear was ruined, tainted with globs of sticky precum that was absolutely gushing out of his cocks at the way you were treating him. He wanted you to hit him again, slap him like he was nothing, just do anything to him.

“Okay then, last chance, Sukuna. Beg.”

He closes his eyes. Fuck, was he really going to do this? Let some puny mortal, a feeble human, no less, walk all over him like this? He was a king, the most feared creature in all of the lands, and yet - 

“Fine then. If you don’t have it in you, then I’ll just-”

“No, please!”

You grin, feral, at his response. You don’t move, letting him look up at you like he’s going to die without you on top of him.

“F-fuck, what have you done to me?” he says, rubbing a hand down his face. 

“Please, petal. Don’t make me ask again, please? Need to taste you on my tongue, stop teasing me, damn it, I’ll be good, I’ll be whatever you want, just…please.”

He’s flushed red, and you save him any further embarrassment by moving to straddle his face again.

“Good boy, Ryo.”

His eyes roll back as you finally sink back down on his face, tasting your sweet nectar on his tongue. He’s been waiting too long, and he claws at the sheets when he finally has you.

He’s letting out the cutest little sounds against your entrance, sending a pleasant vibration through your core, and you thread your fingers through his hair again. All the teasing you’ve done to yourself has your orgasm barrelling at you, and you’d be embarrassed if Sukuna wasn’t absolutely drunk on your taste.

“God, f-fuck, just like that, Ryo,” you murmur, hips canting against his face.

He doesn’t respond, too lost in the way you’re dripping on his tongue. You're grinding down so hard that he can barely breathe, but he could care less about air right now - all he can think about is you you you. You riding his face so perfectly, you all dressed in white, you with a pretty little ring on your finger. Just you as a part of his forever.

“Ryo, ‘m gonna!” you say breathlessly, hips beginning to shake as the coil in your stomach starts to snap.

He knows you told him not to, but he can’t allow himself to miss a single drop of your cum, and his hands come up to grip your thighs and dig your entrance right into his waiting mouth. As your eyes roll back, his do too, and he thinks for a moment that he might just cum in his pants. Your grip on his hair is lethal, and it’s doing things to him as you use him to ride out your high. The sickening twist in his guts lets him know that he likes this, perhaps a bit too much - being merely an object to your pleasure, a means to an end.

And you - you’re looking down at him with such devotion, and as his eyes meet yours, there’s nothing short of pure adoration in your gaze. You frantically fumble to move down, a gentle hand reaching to thumb at his cheek as you take him in. He looks far too wrecked to have not been touched, and yet, without looking, you knew he was good enough to keep his hands off his dicks without you asking. Your bare pelvis brushes against the outline in his jeans as you shift to straddle him, grinning at the way he groans low in his throat. You laugh airly at this, swiftly moving to place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. You can still taste the remnants of yourself on him as his hand finds the back of your head, guiding your mouth back to his. You want to remind him not to touch, but your body can’t resist how sweetly he kisses you, like you two are the only people on the Earth.

He pulls away, eyes tracing your features, an unreadable look on his face. You don’t have time to question him before he’s already speaking his mind.

“Alright, you minx,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve had enough. It’s my turn now.”

Before you can retort, he’s flipping you both over, a sharp glint of something ruthless in his eyes. You gulp, suddenly so small under his gaze.

“Let me remind you who’s really in charge, hm?”

[crowfish-brainrot]

Love & Deepspace Men when you ferally tell them how hot they are.

I worked out with Rafayel and saw his god-damn ARM VEINS and I about melted into a puddle. Dear fucking sea god, please let me nibble on those arms. I wanna mark him up (or have him choke me out a lil, whatever.) That forced my hand to do this because ALL of these men are too hot and lemme just say that MC is a stronger bitch then me.

MDNI! Smut!

Xavier

He’s a little dusty and bloody from the wanderer fight. Really, he shouldn’t look so good rn, but he does. Like a valiant night you want to do unholy things to. You look him over, bite your lip, then say, “Gods, you dirty up so well. No one should look this good covered in wanderer dust, but you pull it off.”

Xavier stops. Looks at you. Tilts his head. Then he takes himself in, as if going “really?” but he smiles anyway. “You like it when I’m all dirty, bunny?”

You blush at the tone of his voice, but you nod enthusiastically. He chuckles. The deep one that promises you won’t get much sleep tonight. His arm goes around your waist and the next thing you know, your back is against a wall and he’s chest-to-chest with you. He leans in, his voice low and dangerous and says. “I’ll show you just how much dirtier we can get.”

He fucks you right there against the wall. Deep and desprate, he whispers filth in your ear. Calls you a dirty girl for being so turned on by him rn. He'll come in your panties to make a mess out of you, too, or so he says.

Zayne

He’s listening to your heart, his eyes focused as he checks your heart rate. He looks so damn good in his white coat and glasses. All buttoned up and perfect. It makes you want to push his buttons. Make him lose control. Just to see his face flushed and eyes dark as he gave you what you needed with the coat on… he comments about your heart racing, so you smile sheepishly and say, “Sorry. You just look really good like this, Doctor Zayne. The lab coat makes me wanna act up.”

Zayne drops the stethoscope and sighs. Partly in exasperation, part in amusement if that little smirk is anything to go by. He takes his glasses off. “You don’t need any help acting up. I think you need a reminder of what happens when you misbehave.”

You go scarlet as he stands and locks his office door. Slowly, methodically he moves what he can off his desk, then points. Silent. A command you know all too well. You press your chest to his desk, and he walks behind you. His cool hands graze your skin and he says, “Be quiet, darling. Let me remind you why it’s in your best interest to be a good girl for me.”

He fucks you right there over his desk. Because you decided to push his buttons and act like a little menace, he edges you three times before he lets you come. He spills inside you, and now you get to hobble through the rest of your day with his come leaking out of you.

Rafayel

He usually dresses in button downs and slacks, so when you came over and he wore a tight black tank top and shorts to go to the gym with you, your brain stuttered out. Rafayel has beautiful hands, and you thirsted over them often but his arms…? You never noticed how beautiful they were before. A vein on his bicep looked especially bite-able. “Gods, Rafayel, you look delicious in this outfit. You look so fine I wanna bite you.”

He blushes HARD. Red all the way to his ears. He looks mockingly scandalized. “My cutie wants to eat me???!? How rude!! This isn’t even my best outfit, and this is what you compliment??!?” Then he sighs, dramatically of course, and slowly pulls off the tank top. Your throat goes dry.

He closes the distance and backs you up until your knees hit the couch. You fall back and he cages you in with his strong arms. His legs keep yours together and he leans down. “Well cutie, if you’re hungry, I guess I should feed you, huh? In the mood for a seafood feast?” You want to giggle but you can't under the weight of his stare. His sapphire rose eyes pin you in place and you can only nod.

He fucks you right there on the couch. He makes you take every inch of his cock into your throat, and he pulls out only so he can come all over your tits. Then he makes you sit on his face and ride him until you cover him in your release. THEN he fucks you. Hard. You both leave countless bites on one another, marking each other up.

Sylus

His shoulders always make your poor brain short circuit. He’s just so big. Massive, even. Towering above you in his finely-tailored clothes that fit him perfectly. He slips a button up and you can’t help yourself. You reach out for him and run a hand between his shoulder blades. “I love the way this shirt fits your shoulders, Sy. Makes me look forward to getting it off you.”

He chuckles. Low, dark. “I’m glad you like it, kitten. Though, I much prefer how they look with your legs hooked over them.”

You go scarlet as you imagine the scene he’s suggesting. The one you completed just last night. He lets the shirt fall off, and in one arm, he lifts you and carries you across the room. He plops you down onto the bed, then settles above you. His massive body blocks out the light in the room so all you see is him. You look to the side, to the mirror at the end of the bed, and your blush only deepens. He slowly works his hands down your side, then says, “Let me remind us both how good I look wrapped up in you.”

He fucks you right there. Makes you look into the mirror as he eats your pussy. You come three times before he comes up for air, and only when you beg for his cock does he give it to you. He comes deep inside you.

Caleb

he figured out that you had a thing for his Colonel uniform before you did. Especially when he takes it off. So, he does so in the living room while you two talk about your day. The gloves come off first, then he unbuttons the coat, and already you’re stuttering and looking far too long. You cut him off to say, “Gods, you look so good in that, you know? I swear it makes you look even more massive than you already are.”

He grins and leans forward, bracketing you into on either side with his arms. “Yeah? Why don’t you take it off and see if I really am that massive. Maybe all my workouts have done their job.”

Your brain shorts out, but you catch up soon enough as your face goes scarlet. You slowly undo the buttons and push it off, and you realize he has gotten a little bit bulkier since the last time you visited him in Skyhaven. Your hands trace his muscles, almost enchanted by how he feels under your palms. He tilts your face to meet his, and then he smiles and says “my turn.”

He fucks you on the couch, on the floor, and then on the gods-damned ceiling. He comes on your thighs, on your stomach, then inside. Silly girl, you thought you'd only get one round? Caleb has to make up for lost time, so, I hope you like being fucked so many times you're literally raw!!!!

I'm not even ovulating rn but Rafayel's arm veins took me by surprise. It's all I can think about. I just...I need to bite him. Y'all are feral too. You know what I mean.

[jaesblogstuff]

Above all that

Chain of command my ass. vacay draft. (i’ll be back wednesday)

You weren’t supposed to have favorites. Not in your position, not with your rank. Not when your name came at the top of the roster and his came just far enough below to make everything complicated. But then there was Simon Riley. And he didn’t make anything easy.

You were all bite and calm steel in the field, voice sharp in comms, respect demanded without ever needing to raise your tone. Simon followed orders like muscle memory, always with a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes when you spoke. Not insubordination. Not exactly. You never corrected him when he lingered too long. Never questioned the way his eyes swept over your hands when you were giving briefings. Never brought up the first time he kissed you—silent, fast, angry—like it meant nothing and everything all at once.

He always pulled back first. Always reminded you, somehow, that you were above him.

Until tonight.

The door slams shut behind you—his quarters, dark, warm with the faint scent of gun oil and something faintly cedar—and you’re already undoing the top clasp of your vest. His mask is off for once, tossed onto the desk. He looks at you like he’s seconds away from snapping. You can feel it under your skin—coiled tension, barely bridled restraint.

“You said no one’d be up here,” you murmur, voice low.

“They’re not.”

You nod. Start to remove your boots. But his eyes are on you—tracking.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that, Riley, I’m gonna think you’ve forgotten who gives the orders.”

That makes his jaw clench. You see the shift in his stance—the struggle not to say what he’s thinking. But then he steps forward, slow, deliberate, like a man approaching a live wire.

“I know who gives the orders,” he mutters, voice rough, low in his throat.

“You sure?” you challenge, lifting your chin. “Because the way you touched me last time didn’t feel like you were trying to be respectful.”

A pause. His eyes drop to your lips. Then lower. You can feel it: the shift, the tipping point. The part where he usually bites it back. But tonight—tonight—he doesn’t.

“I respect you,” he says quietly, standing close enough now that his breath brushes your cheek. “You know that, yeah?”

You nod, eyes narrowed, pulse flickering under your skin. “Yeah.”

“Because what I’m about to do to you…” he leans in, lips grazing your ear, voice wrecked, “…doesn’t look a damn thing like respect.”

Your knees almost buckle.

You’re pinned beneath him on the bed not ten seconds later. Fully clothed still, and he’s grinding down into your hip like it’s killing him to keep from tearing you open right here. His mouth is on your throat—biting, not kissing—and his hands are greedy, desperate, fingers bruising through your shirt like he’s never going to get another chance.

You try to push him off just to assert something, to remind him who’s in charge, but he catches both your wrists and laughs, low, dangerous.

“Oh, no. Not tonight.”

“Simon—”

“I’ve waited too long to stop bein’ careful,” he grits out, rutting harder now. “Too long pretending I don’t want to wreck you every time you walk into a room.”

He flips you over before you can catch your breath, hands firm on your waist, dragging you back against him. You can feel how hard he is through the layers, how far gone.

“You think I don’t know how good you are?” he growls, his mouth at your shoulder, voice so low it makes you dizzy. “Every time you make a call, everyone listens. Me included. Always have.”

His teeth scrape your neck. “But when I’ve got you like this? Dripping. Shaking. Taking what I give you like you need it?”

His fingers slide down—past your waistband, down to where you’re already soaked.

“Tell me who’s giving orders now.”

[startaegi]

CHAPTER ONE. don’t say you love me.

where you and namgyu on brink of seperation find yourselves in way of death all to give your daughter a better life.

previous next masterlist wattpad playlist

the hotel reception was suspiciously quiet for a saturday afternoon. the odd guest or two came and went, their footsteps echoing through the empty entrance but no new arrivals since your shift began.

you sat behind the desk, legs aching and eyes drifting to the clock on your computer screen. you watched the seconds tick down, letting out a breath of exhaustion. it would be just your luck if a wave of new check-ins arrived in the thirty minutes before you finished.

you held your breath, eyes still on the clock as the double doors opened. you lifted your head, expecting to see a guest and was instead greeted by the sound of children’s laughter.

hanuel was glued to eunwoo’s side, as she always was, giggling as he attempted to playfully shake her off. you looked at the pair with a smile, the weight of exhaustion momentarily lifting from your body. the long hours were worth it when it meant being greeted by her smiling face at the end of the day.

hanuel noticed your presence, her round eyes peeking up at the reception desk through her messy bangs. “eunwoo-samchon taught me how to play piano,” she beamed excitedly.

you gasped dramatically. “he did?” you asked.

hanuel nodded proudly, her fluffy brown curls moving with her, one hand still clutched in her uncle’s. eunwoo stood at her side, a look of pride on his face. you’d never be able to repay him for everything he’d done for you since the day you met — working late nights at the club, afternoons at university, juggling too much all at once while still trying to experience a typical college life.

he helped you through your pregnancy, watched you face some of the hardest moments of your life, and through it all, he stayed.

eunwoo might not be hanuel’s uncle by blood, but he more than deserved the title.

hanuel darted to an empty table, throwing her pink backpack onto it and emptying the contents, pencils spilling everywhere.

eunwoo shook his head with a laugh. “i think i’ll need to sleep for a week after today.”

“she’s obsessed with you.” you looked from the girl to your best friend, smiling. “thank you for watching her again.”

“stop talking like that, you know i’ll always do it.” he paused, pointing toward the exit. “i should get going though, date at seven.”

you raised your eyebrows, lips pulling into a smirk. “where’s he taking you this time?” you asked.

“some comedy club in seoul,” eunwoo replied with an eye roll.

“you literally said last week that stand-up comedy makes no sense.”

“yeah, well, you’ve seen him.” he paused mid-sentence, a grin tugging at his lips. “maybe it’ll all make sense after tonight.”

you threw your head back in laughter. “get out of here,” you said, motioning for him to leave. “and text me later, okay? i need to know if you survive.”

eunwoo left, not before saying goodbye to hanuel, crouching down to her level and playfully ruffling her hair. her tiny face scrunched into the cutest scowl as he waved you both goodbye, once again leaving you in silence.

hanuel was always a good kid. she rarely ever cried, and now that she was old enough, she seemed to know when it was the right time or place to be loud. she sat happily, scribbling away in her colouring books, a pencil swapped for another every few seconds, her teeth tucked into her bottom lip in quiet concentration. no words would ever be big enough to describe the love you felt for her.

“ten minutes, then we can leave,” you called across the room, your voice soft but full of exhaustion.

hanuel raised her head with a nod, pencil still in hand. “okay, mama,” she said cheerfully, then returned to her book.

summer was slowly ending. the leaves had already begun to change, the nights growing colder and darker. both of you walked the streets of incheon, hand in hand. you felt yourself threaten to topple over, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. but the girl beside you was still full of energy, skipping along with a bear clutched in her arms. you often wondered where she got it from; neither you nor her father had given her it.

a headache pulsed at the base of your skull, the city lights and chatter doing nothing to help. you moved as fast as a four-year-old could, weaving through college students just starting their night, and families heading home after a day in the city.

an ice cream shop came into view, its flickering pink and blue lights inviting you in. soft music drifted through the open door, an idol group you would never be able to recognise.

hanuel’s eyes lit up at the sight. “can we get ice cream?” she asked, tugging on your hand.

you knew you should say no. you were behind on rent, barely had enough food to last until your next paycheck, and just as your luck went, your only heater had just broken in time for winter.

but as hanuel looked up at you with those bright brown eyes—so sweet, so kind, everything you wished for her to be—you couldn’t say no.

you shared a cone, sitting on a park bench just beside your apartment. hanuel swung her legs, ice cream smeared across her face, while you stared at the night sky, trying not to fall asleep.

by the time you arrived home, the night air had grown colder, your apartment silent except for the low hum of the fridge. you felt silly for even thinking namgyu might already be here—might’ve run a bath for hanuel, laid out her pajamas neatly on her bed. maybe even cooked dinner, so you could eat quickly and drift off to sleep without a single thought. you swore to yourself every night to never get your hopes up, and yet you always did.

as you always did alone, you bathed hanuel, cooked and fed her dinner, read a bedtime story, and stayed until she drifted off to sleep. only then did you heat up some leftovers, tiredly eating them in the silence of the kitchen before showering and settling onto the sofa.

you didn’t turn the tv on, didn’t bother to check your phone or pick up a book. instead, you stared blankly at the four walls, willing yourself to stop thinking.

no amount of tiredness could override your mind.

hanuel’s words echoed through your head, her heavy eyes slowly shutting as she once again wondered when appa would come home.

you were sick of lying to her, sick of giving her false promises and never being able to follow through.

you didn’t know where namgyu was. you didn’t know when he’d be home, and sometimes wondered if he ever would return.

you never had the answers to the questions hanuel asked in the small hours of the night, because you didn’t know the answers to them either.

the door opening cut through the silence. the sound of heavy boots being kicked to the side and a jacket flung to the ground. he groaned but didn’t bother picking it up, shuffling into the kitchen.

you didn’t speak, didn’t move a muscle as you watched him.

he was high, it was obvious. his hands trembled slightly, and even in the dark, with only the open fridge casting a light, you could see the dilation in his pupils.

and again, another piece of hope broke in you.

“hanuel was asking where you were,” you spoke up. “again.”

his body jolted in surprise, a hand clutching his chest.

“fucking hell.”

“did you hear me?” you asked.

namgyu only grunted in response, pulling anything and everything from the fridge in a hurry. you didn’t have the energy to argue, you’d done it one too many times already.

you stood up from the sofa, running a hand through your hair.

what was the point, anyway?

you could shout until you were blue in the face, until you had no voice left to shout with, and he still wouldn’t listen. he’d keep stumbling through the door at midnight, the smell of the club filling your apartment, all while ignoring the pleading look in your eyes as you begged him to care.

he took your seat on the sofa, ramen balanced on his lap. you shook your head in disappointment, leaving him to himself and deciding it was time for bed.

the bathroom was small and cracked in places, but it was good enough for what you could afford. you brushed your teeth quickly, refusing to look at your tired face in the mirror above the sink.

you didn’t need physical proof of how you felt.

soft whispers echoed through the walls. you paused, unsure where they were coming from. you cracked the door open, noticing the dim nightlight glowing in hanuel’s room.

namgyu’s voice spoke quietly, the soft tone he only used with his daughter.

“appa’s gonna go and come back, and we’re gonna live a better life, i promise you,” he said.

you watched as he gently brushed back her bangs, smiling down at her.

he pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“and you’ll finally get the ballet shoes you dreamed of.”

tears burned in your eyes. you couldn’t bring yourself to listen anymore. whatever plan he had, you wanted nothing to do with it. nothing he ever did that involved money ever ended well. you wiped your tears, pulling the sheets over your cold body. you willed away the heartache, the pulsating headache, and everything else racing through your mind, and drifted of to sleep.

the following day at work, an unfamiliar man appeared. no room reservation, no name. just a briefcase and a question.

“would you like to play a game?”

previous next masterlist wattpad playlist

❪ notes ❫ . i’ve been working on this all day today and yesterday, and think it might be the longest chapter i’ve written ever???? anyways enjoy bcos it’s just about to get worse from here :)

❪ taglist ❫ . if you wanna be added to the taglist for all future chapters let me know!

[maybankslover]

homewrecker- rafe cameron

rafe cameron x singer!reader

warnings: cheating, mentions of sex, angst

smut: she wasn't a homewrecker but he made a wreck out of her

playlist:homewrecker by willow avalon

looking back she should've known better but what about? there weren't any signs of him being a married man.

she was a stupid country singer girl searching for love who thought she found it when the blue eyed man smiled at her across the bar where her team and her were enjoying the after concert air, laughing around and sharing stories with a few drinks in front of them.

"sorry to interrumpt." he said when he reached the table she was sat with a few friends beside her. "just wanted to tell you i really liked the show."

and she was done for.

"thank you..." she looked at him waiting for his name.

"rafe. i'm rafe." he extended his hand and she shook it.

"well thank you rafe, i'm glad you liked it." she smiled back and waited for the man to make a move, wanted to see if he had the confidence she already knew he carried.

"i know you're on tour and everything but i'd like to take you out sometime if you're in charleston for a few days or even when you come back." she should've known no one could be that sweet.

she opened her hand at him. "phone?"

he looked at her for a second before reaching for it and giving it to her. rafe watched as the woman wrote her number and name down.

"give me a call? i'll be back home in two weeks." she smiled and he noded, tilting his hat down as a gentleman would do before she turned around and continued with her night as if he didn't exist.

he liked her, really liked her. she was the opossite of his wife, she carried confidence, she carried bright smiles, she carried something he didn't know he could ever want.

he never thought some country singer would be the one to caught his eye but she did. it wasn't as if his wife wasn't a lovely woman, she was but he didn't love her, both of them knew he married her to keep his father happy and now after he passed away he felt free to do whatever was 'stolen' from him as a twenty year old boy.

he texted her the next morning and she sent him a picture of the road, he couldn't do the same. his wife would ask who he was sending a picture of the road to.

text

y/n 'back in charleston'

rafe 'are you free tomorrow?'

y/n 'no but i'm free tonight'

rafe 'picking you up at 8pm send me the adress'

he swore he was in heaven when he saw her walking out of her house in white dress, boots and a black hat on top of her head. it was so wrong but he didn't know if he could stop.

"hey." she smiled, he was waiting outside the truck with a fresh bouquet of lilies

"hey sweetheart." that southern accent would be a problem for her. "didn't know if you liked flowers but i'd rather take the risk."

"love them, my favorites actually." he held the door opened for her to get in, once she did and the door closed, he got around to do the same. "where are we going?"

"there's this restaurant like 30 minutes away from here called 'franchesca' and they make..." she interrupted before he could finish.

"food from different places around the world. i love it, it's been a while since i was able to go." he smiled at her before turning the car on.

"glad to know i made a good choice." she agreed.

if he wasn't a liar, if he wasn't a married man, if he hadn't made her a homewrecker; he could've been the love of her life.

after the fourth date he took her to his apartment, his bachelor apartment the one he got in the city while going to uni. one his wife thought he sold many years ago.

a few family pictures, things that made the place seemed lived in no trace of the woman back in the island.

"are those your sisters?" she asked pointing at a picture with two young girls.

"yeah, the blonde one is sarah and the other one is wheezie." he nodded. "sarah is twenty four and wheezie just turned nineteen."

"they're pretty."

"sarah looks just like mom did and wheezie is my dad's sister twin. aunt monica loves to brag about that." she didn't ask about the 'did' part when he mentioned his mother, if he wanted her to know he would tell her eventually.

and he did later that night after sex while they shared some takeout in bed.

"mom passed almost fourteen years ago seems like a lifetime and dad passed two years back." she grimaced. "both from cancer."

"shit rafe i'm so sorry, y'all were so young." her hand laid softly on his forearm and he wished he was divorced not cheating on his wife because he felt more in that moment than in his entire life.

"thank you." he gave her a peck on the lips. "stay the night? it's late."

she smiled and agreed, his t-shirt a bit big on her and a sleepy look in her eyes.

"i have to go back to the island for a few days to see my sisters and some business and i'll be back next week." he mentioned while they had breakfast.

"alright, give me a call when you're back." the morning sun looked good on her skin.

"he's the man of my dreams amy." her best friend and her sat in her couch each with a mug in hand. "he's sweet, family oriented, has a good business. this could be really something."

"and he's gorgeous." her best friend added.

"yeah and he's amazing in bed." both of them laughed loudly until their belly's hurted.

at the cameron's house there were loud voices too but not laughs, shouts and screams.

"are you fucking kidding me rafe?" his wife shouted for the third time in half an hour since he told her he wanted to divorce. "we've been together for eight years. eight and now you want a divorce?"

"yes i want a divorce alice and don't shout at me because i'm not shouting at you." he was sat in their big black sofa. "we're not together because we love eachother we're together because it was convinient to our fathers but now both of them are gone."

he was right, she knew he was right but it was time for them to be looking for a kid not signing a divorce.

"is there someone else?" he wanted to laugh because why was she asking that if she also had someone else on the side. her high-school sweetheart.

"no, there isn't." big lie. "but if there was, you can't persue anything around it when you've been seeing jacob bankey for the last two or three years."

she stayed quiet.

"you know about that?" he chuckled.

"you don't think i know what happens on my own house when i'm not here?" she sat down next to him. "we sign the pre-nup divorce and go our separate ways."

"that easy?"

"alice we did that to make it easy."

two weeks later they signed it but it was a bit late, someone had sent her pictures of his weeding. he didn't think about it, his wedding was the event of the year in outer banks back then.

he knocked on her door, a big bouquet of flowers and that cheeky smile on his face expecting the same thing from her when she opened the door but he faced a stern look and dark circles under her eyes.

"hey sweetheart." she stepped aside to let him in. "didn't answer my texts and i thougth i'd swing by to let you know i was back."

"yeah didn't want to after somebody sent me this." she shoved four pictures on his chest.

his wedding pictures.

"i can explain it." he set down the flowers on her living room table. "i finalised my divorce this week, it was sort of an arranged marriage."

"i don't believe you. you didn't tell me about having a divorce in progress, a wife, a whole life i don't know about." her eyes shifted as if something had clicked on her head. "do you have kids?"

"no no that i don't have." he sighed. "i need you to listen to me please."

"i need you to leave." her voice cracked a bit.

"just for a second." when she didn't say anything he proceeded to explain, to lie on the most part. "i was married for eight years to alice, i was twenty-two and wanted to please my father. the marriage was good for our bussiness and to her father's company, both our last names have a heavy weight on the construction area."

"and?"

"we don't love eachother, never did. she's been seing her high-school boyfriend for at least three years and i know it's not excuse for lying to you but this is the reality of our situation." he closed his eyes for a moment. "we signed a pre-nup divorce we made without our parents knowing because we both knew once our fathers died we wouldn't stay together."

"were you in the process of divorce when we started seeing each other?" he stayed silent for a moment.

"no i wasn't."

"then you have to leave rafe." she nudged towards the door. "because i've been through many liars before and i won't put myself on another relationship with someone i can't trust."

"i'm really sorry." he took a deep breath in. "i wish we would've met on different circumstances because i've never felt the way you made me feel."

"me neither but i won't ever trust you rafe."

"i know." with that their conversation and sort of relationship came to an end.

three months later he was at another festival where she was a headliner.

"this is a song i wrote on one single night after i found out the guy i was dating had a wife or an ex wife sort of." she chuckled southern accent making it charming. "this is homewrecker."

'i ain't no homewrecker

didn't know better

he only gave me his side of the truth'

his cap hid a bit of his face but not whole making it easy to distingue when the camera pointed his way on the crowd.

'and if those walls could talk

I'd wish they tipped me off

but the writing wasn't there

and he wasn't what I thought'

her flowy dress with bell sleeves didn't made justice to her beauty.

'I'm just a girl

who tried to take a man for his word

I can't believe

all the pictures I wish I didn't see

I ain't no homewrecker

but he made a wreck out of me'

she danced around the stage, the country rythm made a heartbreak song easy to listen.

'I ain't no homewrecker

but he made a wreck out of me'

"thank you charleston for this night! you're healing the wreck inside of me."

text

rafe 'i know you probably don't want to hear from me but i was there tonight'

rafe 'it was never my intention to make you feel like it was you that wrecked whatever was left of my marriage because it wasn't your fault at all'

rafe 'i hope we can talk again someday'

y/n 'thank you for the apology

y/n 'but i won't risk being called a homewrecker nor will i allow myself to be wrecked by you again rafe'

y/n 'have a nice life'

he should've think twice before making a wreck out of her.

@droppedyourhnd @congratsloserr @rafesbabygirlx @gillybear17 @theoraekenslover @silkylovey @frankoceanluvr11 @ethanthequeefqueen @chiaraanatra @chenslucy @ijustwanttoreadlols @memoirofasparklemuff1n

please if you liked it reblog!

[lostfirefly]

Curtain’s down, now it’s you

Okay, boys and girls. I've been writing this fic for months now, writing songs. Again, haha! If you're interested, I already have two musicals (check out the OC section). But a few months ago, while I was at the gym, a song started playing and I pictured Buggy on stage. He and his stupid energy would be perfect for a rock band. So, welcome to another song creation) English isn't my native language, errors may occur. Feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy x Reader Masterlist / Buggy x OC Masterlist

Description: Your friend dragged you to the concert of Buggy's band.

Warnings: Songs, NSFW, MDNI!

WC: 3266

The title is taken from my head :)

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

“I don't know how you convinced me to come here.” You said, looking around. 

The place reeked of alcohol, sweat, and too much anticipation. Bodies were pressed shoulder to shoulder. The speakers throbbed with pre-show bass, vibrating the soles of your shoes. 

“Come on! It's gonna be fun!! You gotta see him up close!”

“I don’t even know the band.” You rolled your eyes. “What are they called there?”

“Big Top, Y/N. They put on the best shows and their frontman... God!!” Your friend squealed. “He's so cool. And hot.”

“Oh, god!” You sipped your drink. “I hope it's worth it.” 

The stage explodes in red light. “Prepare to be reborn, Y/N.” Your friend whispered.

Screams erupted as the spotlight blasted onto the center mic.

“HELLO, TRASH BAGS!”

The crowd SCREAMED.

“It's him! It's him! It's him!! It's him!! It's him!!!!” Your friend pulled your hand. “Goood!!!! Look at hiiiim!!!”

You glanced at the stage. And saw the frontman.

Hair dyed electric blue, jaw sharp under the stage shadows, eyeliner smeared like war paint. His shirt’s half-open, clinging to a tattooed chest already glistening with sweat. A single glove on one hand. Rings on the other. He didn't strut. He owned the stage.

“Remind me, what's his name?” You asked.

“Buggy-y-y….” Your friend answered with a sigh. “Buggy the Cl-o-o-own..”

His mouth touched the mic. He grinned.

“You miss me?” Buggy said in a hoarse voice, grabbing his crotch. 

“Dear Lord, YEEES!!!” Your friend squealed loudly.

“Yeah, I know you did.” Buggy chuckled. “Let’s make some BAD DECISIONS.”

The band behind him was already laughing.

“Y’know, my crew said I should rehearse more and talk less.” He flipped the mic. “So I fired them. You're welcome. So...” Buggy walked along the edge of the stage, dragging his fingers through fans’ outstretched hands. “Who here came to cry?”

Boos.

“Who came to scream?”

SCREAMED.

“Who came to do something illegal and blame it on me?”

THE ROOF BLEW OFF.

“That’s more like it. So.. Let's hit rock in this hole.”

“You walk my tightrope tongue, baby, don’t look down...

Buggy strutted to the edge of the stage, spreading his arms. One wink. One hip thrust. Everyone screams.

One slip and you'll scream my name out loud.

He leaned forward, gripping the mic stand with both hands. His mouth is right on the mic. He smirked.

Yeah, candy-coated lips, wanna shut me up? Come put ‘em to work, sugar, I dare you not to blush.

Buggy licked his bottom lip. Slowly. Then grinded his hips to the beat as the guitar kicked in. He moved his hand down his own stomach. The crowd went feral. He crouched low, tilting his head, and locking his eyes on you.

“OH MY GOOOOD!!! HE'S LOOKING AT US!!!” Your friend screamed, singing along to songs.

Shy little thing in the second row, Bet you taste better than the drinks they pour.

Buggy pointed at you. Two fingers. Direct hit. When the song stopped, you looked around again. The crowd was screaming.

“So, what do you think?” Your friend asked, sipping her jin. 

“The song was pretty good, actually.”

“Did you see him looking in our direction?” 

"Yeah," You hugged your friend. "Please, just don't leave me tonight for a clown." 

"Of course not. Oh, look, look.” Your friend tugged you. “Buggy's coming back to the mic! He's probably going to lick the stand. He always does that, it's his thing.”

“How are you, shitheads?” Buggy asked, gripping the mic. He stuck out his tongue and dragged it over his mic stand. “Fuck! Tastes like trouble. My favorite flavor.”

“HE DID IT!!!!” Your friend squealed again. “Fuuuuck! I’m gonna die, Y/N!! I LOVE YOU, BUGGYYYYY!”

“Of course you do, baby.” Buggy chuckled. “I’m a gift.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! He answered me!!!” Your friend practically fainted on your shoulder. “BEST. EVENING. EVER!!”

“Alright.” Buggy took a long drink from a bottle, letting some of it run down his chin. Then he turned back to the mic. “This one’s slow. Real slow.” His voice was deep. “So, if you’re wearing tight pants, maybe… loosen up.”

Lights down, lips up, hush now, baby, That mouth looks better wrapped around maybes.

He smirked, moving his mouth close to the mic, dragging his fingers down the shaft in a deliberate, dirty line.

Talk that big game, now lean into the fire, Wanna hear your breath stutter like a wire.

Buggy mouthed the word "fire" like a kiss. His eyes didn’t blink; they were all on you. He put one leg up on the monitor, pressing his hips forward.

You don’t need air, just me and the bass, Let my name bruise your pretty little face. Don’t choke on it, unless you want to, Don’t hold back, unless you’re gonna crawl through.

He slapped the side of the mic stand. Growled the word "bruise", running a thumb across his lips. He mouthed "choke" and pulled the mic close like it was your neck. His expression? Dark. Filthy. Theatric.

"OH, MY FUCKING GOOOOD! HE NEVER DID IT!!" Your friend squealed again. "HE IS ON FIRE TODAY!!!"

This stage ain’t wide enough for lies, So open wide and let me inside. No encore, no second verse, I leave you aching and half-cursed. I’m the heat you swear you’ll forget, Til your sheets tell you I’m all you regret.

Buggy pulled at his shirt until it hung open completely. His chest was rising. He was breathless now, his voice becoming lower with every word. You could feel it in your spine.

When the song stopped, the crowd roared. Buggy's gaze landed back on you. Again.

You froze. He didn't.

“Oi,” He said into the mic. “This one’s for the sweet thing up front who keeps pretending not to look at me.”

“He's talking to you, Y/N!!” Your friend screeched beside you.

“No, I’m sure he's talking to you.” You kept your eyes on Buggy.

“Don’t play shy now, baby.” Buggy smirked. “You’re not hiding.”

He grabbed a bottle of water, chugged half, and let the rest pour over his bare chest, soaking his shirt until it sticked to every inch of lean muscle.

Buggy licked the corner of his mouth, locking his eyes on your.

“Hope you like slow,” he purred. “This one’s nasty. Hah, totally forgot!” Buggy pulled a fake rose out of his pocket and tossed it into the crowd. “This is for whoever catches it. It smells like me. Good luck explaining that to your boyfriend.”

One night, one lie, One look and you’re mine

Buggy paced the stage, tossing off his shirt completely. His hair was wild. Eyes were black under smeared eyeliner. His chest was rising fast, scarred and inked, sweat gleaming like sin.

Sugar-drunk in leather skin,  Tell me, baby, where’ve you been? I see the way you bite that lip,  Like you don’t wanna kneel and slip.

Buggy dropped to his knees mid-stage, his tongue was out, jaw was cocked, panting into the mic like it was your mouth. His hand ran all the way down his stomach. The crowd SCREAMED.

"PLEASE DON'T CALL AN AMBULANCE, Y/N, I WANT TO DIE RIGHT HERE!!!: Your friend screamed, rising her hands.

You laughed and shifted your gaze back to the scene.

But I’m the prayer you whisper at 3am, And the sin you wanna try again. I’m your sweet little aftershock, Can’t quit me, can’t clean it off. You’ll wake up sore and say my name, Taste the smoke and feel the flame. I’m the laugh in your holy space, The grin you hide on your pretty face. Yeah, I wreck you, and you love the rot… Your sweet little aftershock. Tell your friends I’m just a phase,

Buggy spun the mic by the cord, catches it behind his back with one hand, and throws his head back laughing like a devil/

Then scream my name for seven days. Wanna hate me? Go ahead, But you’re thinking about me in your bed.

Buggy bit the mic, growling the last word. Crowd lost it. He jumped onto the speaker. Shirtless, screaming. Fire burst behind him. Actual fireworks started going off. He’s howling the final line into the smoke.

Your SWEET—LITTLE—AFTERSHOOOOCK!!!

The lights exploded in a flood of gold. Pyro flames flashed behind the stage and Buggy just stood there in the wreckage. His chest was heaving; his hands were spread wide.

“BIG TOP!! BIG TOOOP!!’ The crowd chanted in chorus. You yourself did not notice how you joined the shouts.

“Thank you, fucking freaks!!” Buggy yelled in response. He did not bow. He soaked it in. "See you next time!"

But right before the blackout… His eyes scanned the crowd one last time. And landed on you. Buggy winked at you right when the lights went out.

The roar of the crowd still rang in your ears when you’re suddenly shoved down a hallway smelling like sweat, cheap beer, and pyrotechnics.

“I TOLD YOU LIKED IT!! MOVE!” Your friend hissed, practically dragging you by the wrist.

"When are we going to the bar?" You chuckled. "You promised me a bar."

“We have VIP access, are you INSANE?! That man literally made eye contact with your soul!”

"He didn't. He's cute... But come on! He's a rock star! I thought you liked him."

"Whatever! The drummer was looking at me too. WE ARE GOING TO MEET THEM!! MOVE YOUR ASS, Y/N!!"

You stumbled into a side corridor just as a security guy waved you through a velvet rope.

Beyond it: flashing lights, crew members hauling amps, laughter, half-naked musicians”

“WELL, WELL, WELL.”

Buggy. Now stripped of stage lighting and fireworks.

“Oh, dear god! Somehow, he looks more dangerous now,” Your friend whispered. "Dangerous and sexy."

Buggy leaned against the wall with a bottle of something definitely not water. One boot was pressed behind him, the other toe tapping out a rhythm only he can hear.

“Front row sweetheart,” he said. “I was hoping you'd make it.”

Your friend makes a dying dolphin noise.

“Can I ask for an autograph?” Your friend said, pulling out a disc of their recent single.

“Sure.” Buggy pulled a felt-tip pen out of his back pocket, pulled the cap off with his teeth, and signed his name. “Here you go, baby.”

“He called me baby, Y/N.” Your friend giggled quietly. 

Before you can answer, the drummer, a tall, dark-eyed flirt with two lip rings, swooped in.

“You two are the lucky winners?” he asked. “Cool. Come hang. Unless your friend’s got stage fright.” He wrapped an arm around your friend. 

“See you later, Y/N!!” Your friend went immediately. “Where are we going?!” She asked the drummer.

“First, somewhere where it is loud, second, where it is private.” He smirked. “You like tequila, right?”

They disappeared around the corner, leaving you completely alone with Buggy.

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

“You didn’t follow her.”  Buggy raised a brow.

“Nope.”

“You’re not gonna ask for a selfie?”

“Nope.”

“Autograph on your…" He made a slow gesture toward your chest. “...favorite body part?”

“Do you want me to?” You blinked at him. 

He laughed. It’s real. Deep. A little raspy from screaming on stage.

“God, I thought you were gonna be easy.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” You tilted your head. 

Buggy stepped closer. Slowly. 

“You’re not disappointing anything, sweetheart.” He put one hand on the wall beside you.

Your breath caught, but you didn't step back. “So, what now? Are you gonna try one of your lines?” You crossed your arms.

“Only if you promise not to fall for me right away.”

“Guess we’re both safe, then.”

“Damn,” Buggy murmured, sipping his drink. “You’re fun. But I’m not done with you.”

“Only if you ask nicely.” You winked.

Buggy took a slow sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving yours. There was something about your resistance that intrigued him. Most people in this situation would be fawning, eager for a moment of his attention. But you stood apart, your expression was cool and detached. It was a challenge, and Buggy was never one to back down from a challenge.

“You gonna keep pretending,” He leaned down until his lips brushed your ear. “Or are you finally gonna let me see how that mouth of yours works offstage?”

“You’re giving yourself too much credit,” You replied, taking his bottle and taking a sip. “I’m just not into the whole rockstar ego thing. It’s a bit… tired.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away.

There was something about him, something raw and unfiltered, that kept you rooted to the spot. It wasn’t attraction, exactly, but curiosity. You wanted to see what he’d do next, how far he’d go to crack your composure.

“Come with me,” Buggy said, his voice was barely above a whisper. “Let me show you what you’re missing.”

You hesitated, your instincts screaming to walk away. But there was a challenge in his eyes, a dare you couldn’t resist.

“Fine,” You said, returning the bottle in his hand. “But don’t expect me to be impressed.”

"We'll see."

Buggy led you through the backstage area, his hand brushing against the small of your back in a way that was both casual and deliberate. You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you ignored it, focusing instead on the absurdity of the situation. You both entered his room and stopped in front of a large wooden table, cluttered with papers, empty bottles, and a half-eaten sandwich.

Buggy gestured grandly. “My throne,” he said with a grin. “Where all the magic happens.”

“This is where you seduce women?” You raised your eyebrows. “On a table covered in trash?”

“Ah, but it’s not the setting that matters,” Buggy said, stepping closer to you. “It’s the company.”

Before you could respond, he reached out, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips crashed against yours. It was rough, demanding, and completely unexpected. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his other hand pressing against the small of your back, holding you in place.

“You’re not as immune as you think,” Buggy murmured against your lips, his breath was hot and laced with whiskey.

“Let go of me,” You pushed against his chest.

“Not a chance. You’re mine now, whether you like it or not.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Buggy silenced you with another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate. His lips moved against yours with a skill that belied his rough exterior, and despite yourself. His hand slid down your back, gripping your hip, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together.

“Admit it,” He whispered, his voice sounding like a low growl. “You want this as much as I do.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t deny it. There was something about his dominance, his unapologetic desire, that was impossible to ignore. You wanted to hate it, to push him away, but instead, you found yourself leaning into him, your hands resting on his chest.

“That’s what I thought.” Buggy’s smirk turned into a triumphant grin. 

He backed you toward the table, his hands roaming over your body with a confidence that was both infuriating and exhilarating. Your heart raced as he lifted you onto the table, your legs dangling over the edge.

“You’re not as tough as you pretend to be,” Buggy said, stepping between your legs. “Deep down, you’re just like the rest of them.”

“Prove it.” Your lips curved into a defiant smile. 

Buggy’s eyes flashed with challenge, and without another word, he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was hungry and relentless. His hands moved over your body, pulling you closer, his touch both rough and tender. You moaned softly, your hands tangling in his hair, your resistance finally giving way to the heat building between both of you.

“Still think I’m all ego?” Buggy asked, breaking the kiss and looking down at you.

“Maybe… just a little.” Your voice was barely a whisper.

Buggy chuckled, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. He pulled it over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought. His eyes raked over your, taking in every inch of exposed skin, and you felt a flush creep up your neck.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “And you’re mine.”

You didn’t respond, too caught up in the moment to form words. Buggy’s hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the waistband of your jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Tell me to stop,” he said. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

You bit your lip, your heart was pounding in your chest. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, you reached for him, your hands pulling him closer.

“That’s what I thought.” Buggy’s grin widened.

He pushed your jeans down, his hands moving over your skin with a hunger that left you breathless. Your head fell back against the table, your body arching toward him as his lips trailed down your neck, his hands were exploring every curve of your body.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured. “And you’re mine.”

“You told this already.” You smiled.

“Fuck it.”  Buggy’s hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against your core.

 You gasped; your body was tensing in anticipation.

“Relax,” he said, his voice was gentle despite the roughness of his touch. “Let me take care of you.”

You nodded, your eyes fluttering closed as he began to move, his fingers slipping inside her, his touch both firm and tender. You moaned softly, your body started responding to his touch with a desperation that surprised you.

“Holy mother f-” You whispered.

“That’s it,” Buggy murmured. “Let go.”

Your breath quickened, your body trembling as pleasure built inside you. Buggy’s fingers moved faster, his touch relentless, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your orgasm looming closer with every passing second.

“Buggy,” you whispered.

“Say it.” He looked up. “Say it again.”

“Buggy,” you repeated, your voice was louder this time. “Please.”

“Say it.” He smirked, his fingers slowing just enough to keep you on the edge. “Beg.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t hesitate. “Please,” You said with a desperate whisper. “I need you.”

Buggy’s eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. His fingers moved faster, his touch sending you over the edge, and you cried out, your body shaking as your orgasm washed over you.

When it was over, you lay panting on the table. Buggy’s lips curved into a smug smile as he leaned back.

“Still think I’m all ego?” he asked.

“Hmm..” You managed a faint smile. “Maybe… just a little.”

“Good.” Buggy chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.  “Because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

You didn’t respond, too caught up in the aftermath of what had just happened. You knew you should feel guilty, should push him away, but instead, you felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Buggy may have been full of ego, but he’d also shown you a side of yourself you didn’t know existed. A side that was reckless, desire-driven, and utterly unapologetic.

And as Buggy leaned down to kiss you again, you realized that you weren't as immune to his charm as you’d thought.

[seilon]

top surgery…………tomorrow…………

[dyk3pup]

[sharlsworld]

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ keep it in your pants — 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

( 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ）

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

🝮

yn

liked by pierregasly and 1,571,302 others

yn i scream you scream we all scream 4 ice cream

lando you’re so pretty

⤷ yn omg stop or else i’ll have to kiss you 🙂‍↕️

⤷ lando WOW YOURE SO PRETTY OH MY GOSH YOU TOOK MY BREATH AWAY YOURE SO PRETTY BARK BARK BARK PLEASE TOUCH ME

⤷ yn uh…i have to ask my mom first 😥

⤷ yn she said i’m not allowed to kiss until i get married so…

⤷ nicolepiastri No I didn’t?

⤷ yn mommmmmuuuhhhhhhh

⤷ lando oh i’ll marry you 😈👅👅👅👅 come to my room and touch me pleath 🙏🏽

⤷ oscarpiastri Lando, please stop being gross to my little sister online please.

⤷ lando soz i just can’t help myself

kikagomes so hot 😘😍😍

alex_albon Still kinda surprised that you and Oscar are siblings

⤷ oscarpiastri Why?

⤷ alex_albon cause she’s so cool and pretty and funny and outgoing and your so…Oscar

⤷ oscarpiastri Wow am I blushing? 😐

charles_leclerc i think lando almost came in his pants watching you eat that ice cream

⤷ lando was it that obvious?

⤷ charles_leclerc mate there was a wet spot

⤷ yn guys…

lando you make me feel erotic

⤷ charles_leclerc you mean erratic dumbass?

⤷ lando no i mean erotic dip shit

⤷ charles_leclerc oh…

sharls_lerklerk ik mclarens pr team hates to see lando in her comment section 😭

⤷ mclaren You aren’t wrong…

🝮

yn

liked by maddieziegler and 1,790,125 others

yn life is so good i ate some cum guzzling pasta, lando gave me the prettiest flowers, and now i’m gonna go home and get my shit rocked 🤪🤪👌

lando Fuck yeah

georgerussell63 Honestly real

⤷ yn ???

alexandrasaintmleux Ate some what?? 😟

⤷ yn whoever made that pasta deserves the most jaw dropping toe clenching sloppiest head ever

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 😨

⤷ lando i actually made the pasta sooo…

⤷ yn it wasn’t even that good fr

lando you look so yummy i can’t wait to slurp you up 🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍🥰

lando ik our neighbors hate us but i can’t help it

⤷ charles_leclerc your whole apartment building probably hates you guys

landossluttywaist i like how she kinda just embraces landos freakiness, it’s very inspiring

⤷ yn yeah he still shocks me sometimes with the things he says but i’m pretty used to it now 🤙

lando you’re gonna be guzzling my cum tonight 😈👅👅👅

⤷ carlossainz55 It gets to a point…

🝮

lando

liked by alexandrasaintmleux and 1,783,202 others

lando new york, new york

yn hellooooo new york 🐮

oscarpiastri You better be keeping an eye on my sister

⤷ lando i am trust

⤷ charles_leclerc So we’re not gonna tell him that we lost her in time square?

⤷ lando you cunt it was your fault

⤷ charles_leclerc NO IT WASNT YOU LITERALLY WALKED AWAY WITHOUT US

⤷ lando I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO GET ALL OF US BOBA FAWK

⤷ oscarpiastri You lost my sister in New York?

⤷ lando well we also lost alex so she wasn’t completely alone yk?

⤷ oscarpiastri Lando…

⤷ lando we found them like 10 minutes later though so let’s look on the bright side 😊😊

⤷ oscarpiastri I’m to tired to deal with this right now

alex_albon The big apple 🍎

⤷ lando the city that never sleeps @yn 👅👅😈

⤷ yn blocked

⤷ lando WOWWW OKAY just gonna act like you didn’t eat krispy kreme donuts off it last night?????

⤷ lando SHE ACTUALLY BLOCKED ME WTF

⤷ charles_leclerc HAHAHAHAHA

⤷ lando from cream pie to no reply 😔

⤷ lando from swallowing to unfollowing 💔

⤷ lando from giving me head to leaving me on read 🥀

⤷ lando how does she so easily go from licking my balls to ignoring my calls 💔

⤷ oscarpiastri Mate 😔

⤷ lando she’s locked me out of the room now…

⤷ charles_leclerc HAHAHAHA

⤷ lando i’m coming to your room

⤷ charles_leclerc do not come to my room

🝮

yn

liked by kikagomes and 1,369,443 others

yn i unblocked him 🙄

lando acting like i made you unblock me jeez

⤷ yn you literally grabbed my phone from my hands and ran into the elevator

⤷ lando a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do 🤷‍♂️

lando bod goals perioddddd now come grind on me baby

⤷ yn how about you grind on me

⤷ lando fuck yeah i’ll turn into a stripper for you

⤷ yn i was joking

⤷ lando i wasn’t come here let me give you a lap dance

⤷ yn no i’m not gonna let you rub your manhood in my face

⤷ lando you let me last night💀

⤷ yn he’s joking guys

⤷ lando i got video proof guys

⤷ charles_leclerc eewwww lando cmon man

⤷ oscarpiastri We know you guys do it but we don’t wanna wake up one day and see my little sister and best friends sex tape all over the internet

⤷ lando awww you consider me your best friend? 🥹🥹🥹

⤷ oscarpiastri Not the point Lando, keep your guys’ sex tape off of the internet. No one wants to see that.

⤷ francolapinto yeah guys…we definitely don’t want that…but if it were to be leaked i wouldn’t mind yk…

⤷ pierregasly Awhh happy pride month Franco!!! ALLY 4LYFE!!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

⤷ francolapinto Excuse me?

⤷ lando we all know you want a piece of this ass but it’s all for my baby love sorry

⤷ yn franco can have that ass dafuq just make sure to use protection okay?

⤷ francolapinto YIPEEE

⤷ lando did you just pimp me out?

⤷ yn yes i cannot go another round lando i’m gonna need an iv soon

⤷ lando noooo i’d rather you peg me than franco ☹️

⤷ yn okay come to bed 😛

⤷ lando IM COMING RN OMGOMGOMGOGMG

⤷ oscarpiastri GUYS PLEASE I CANNOT TAKE THIS ALL THIS FREAKINESS ANYMORE

⤷ yn i was just yanking your chain jeeezzzz i’m not actually gonna do that to lando

⤷ lando damn…guess i better cancel my fucking doordash order from spencers 😒 thanks a lot oscar

🝮

yn

liked by alexandrasaintmleux and 1,627,401 others

yn i love my freaky boy

francolapinto i love him too

⤷ yn not now franco 🙄

estiebestie we know she’s just as freaked out as he is she’s just better at hiding it 😭😭

⤷ hoeforsainzzz yeah let’s not forget about that screenshot of their messages lando accidentally posted on his story last year 😭💀

⤷ yn let’s not talk about that guys 😔 my mysterious look was broken that day

⤷ alex_albon Trust we know she’s just as freaky as he is her name in lando’s phone is “deep throat goat ❤️”

⤷ yn ALRIGHT CAN WE GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT HOW FREAKY LANDO IS FAWK

lando oh you love me soo baddd wow lets go back to the room and show each other how much we love eachother ❤️

lando let’s explore each others bodies ❤️

⤷ yn i’ve explored your body plenty of times i’m good for right now

⤷ lando oh so i don’t pleasure you enough and you hate me and think i’m ugly and want me to jump off a bridge?

⤷ yn i mean if you’re offering

⤷ lando i was just joking baby love come back to the room and let me apologize 👅👅💐

⤷ kikagomes is he bothering you queen?

⤷ yn yes come rescue me 💋💋💋

⤷ lando i’m not above baby trapping you, i will if needed

⤷ osarpiastri When is that ever needed?

⤷ lando when someone else has my girls attention dafuq

⤷ olliebearmen oh lando don’t play about herrr

francolapinto why can’t we all just kiss? just for fun you know? so in a few years we can be like omg remember that time we all kissed hahaha

⤷ yn so there’s this river…

[nanaslutt]

Best friend’s dad

ʚ ft. Toji Fushiguro

ʚ cont: fem reader, legal age gap (r! is in college), virgin reader, dry humping, fingering, oral (f!r), so much dirty talk, teasing, sexual tension, mutual pining, rough sex, multiple orgasms, dacraphillia, unprotected sex, breeding kink, big dick Toji

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ

It wasn't at all uncommon for you to spend the night at Megumi's house, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't have alternative motives for wanting to stay the night so often. Luckily for you, Megumi didn't care much about your gross, taboo crush on his father. He wasn't completely unaware of how people looked at him in public, how solicitors lost their pitch when he opened the door. 

Toji Fushiguro was one of the most handsome men you'd ever seen, so what if he was old enough to be your dad? Clicking the buttons on your car remote, it locked with a honk as you made your way up to the Fushiguro's front door, bag in hand, ready to spend the night yet again. Finals had just finished, meaning you two had some time to relax, maybe order some food, maybe convince Fushiguro to finally invite his long-time crush, Itadori, over to spend the night as well. 

"It'll be perfect!" Your voice bordered on whining as you sat on your knees in front of Megumi and gripped his shoulders hard, shaking him back and forth. The dark-haired boy looked unimpressed, staring off into space as he waited for you to let go of him. "Look I even downloaded his favorite movies just for tonight!" You exclaimed, gesturing to the TV in front of you.

"How do you know his favorite movies?" Fushiguro asked, his eyes pointing at you like little slivers, his voice accusatory. "Relax loverboy, I asked for your sake." You deadpanned, shaking your head. You had been friends with Itadori almost as long as you'd known Megumi. When the three of you ended up at the same junior high all those years ago, you took the initiative to introduce them to each other, and the three of you have been inseparable ever since. 

Megumi pouted and looked away, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. The three of you had hung out many times before, but never the two of them alone, and never at his house. Because of Fushiguro's dad, he didn't bring people home often. His dad was a bit crass and intimidating, he didn't want to scare away any possible friends by introducing them to his dad prematurely, so you were the only one of Megumi's friends he'd med, besides friends here and there in passing, only having seen them for a moment when Megumi had to stop by the house to grab something. 

Fushiguro's groan made you snap your head away from the TV as you organized the movies in order so one would play after the other. Megumi had his face in his hands before he lifted his face, his hands dragging down the skin of his face. "What are you pouting about? I'm not taking no for an answer Fushiguro, tonight is the night." You said, emphasizing your words with your hands.

"It's not that... I'm worried about him meeting my dad." Megumi said, running a hand through his hair. You suppressed a giggle, covering your mouth, "He's not as scary as you think he is. Anyways, Itadori is good with people, he's not going to be put off by your dad Fushiguro." You said, watching Megumi's reaction to your words. He sighed, half rolling his eyes before they landed on yours. "You don't think he's scary because you're in love with him." Megumi deadpanned, looking almost disgusted at you.

You smirked, shaking your head. "I can think he's scary and hot at the same time." Megumi groaned at your words, he hated when you called his dad hot to his face. "Anyways if you're scared of that old man just say that., but Itadori will be different." You laughed, poking Megumi's shoulder. He quickly swatted at your hand, making you laugh and find the remote again. 

"Who's an old man?" A deeper, more mature voice echoed from the hall. You weren't given long to brace yourself before Megumi's door was being pushed open by a socked foot, the large figure coming into view as Toji Fushiguro himself crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. You felt your heart race, all the saliva left your mouth in an instant, so much for not being scared of him.

"You. Get out." Megumi said plainly, not even bothering to look in the direction of his father. You on the other hand, had your eyes glued to the older man, your eyes not so subtly tracing down his body, taking in the eye candy in front of you shamelessly. The tight black shirt he was wearing accentuated his muscles, the ridges of his abs standing out clear as day through the fabric, making the previously scarce saliva return to your mouth. 

You tried to resist the urge to stare at his bottom half when you realized he was wearing grey sweats. You don't know how those damn pants still had the ability to get you so hot when that's all you'd ever seen him wear, but they did the job well. Dragging your eyes back up his body, they landed on his face. Your heart nearly shot out of your mouth when you realized he was already looking at you. How long had he been watching you?

"I didn't see you when you came in," Toji said, tipping his head against the door. You almost missed the way his eyes looked over your body subtly as you sat on Megumi's bed, legs now crossed. You cleared your throat before you spoke, "I just got here, Mr. Fushiguro," You said, averting your eyes as you spoke. "Come find me and say hi next time, you're my favorite friend of Megumi's after all," Toji responded, taking the opportunity of you looking away to stare at how well your tits filled out the shirt you were wearing, your cleavage spilling out from the top.

It was rare you were wearing anything other than Megumi's clothes when you came over, so this was a sight for sore eyes, a sight he wasn't going to miss even if you caught him. After all, you were wearing that shirt in his house, he should have the right to look at you all he wants. His lidded eyes found your face once again, he didn't miss the way the tips of your ears had turned a bright red, he swallowed hard at the sight. You always got so fidgety so easy, he didn't even have to do anything. 

"She's the only friend of mine you know, idiot," Megumi interjected, keeping his eyes on his phone as he typed away. Toji's smirk grew, his eyes staying locked on yours even as his son spoke. "Doesn't change a thing." He replied, his tone suggestive.

He held eye contact with you for a moment, maybe even a second too long, your heartbeat becoming the only thing you could hear in your ears before he looked away, his body peeling off the wall as he grabbed the handle and closed it behind him. "Knock next time!" Fushiguro yelled as he heard his father's footsteps descend away from his door, getting heavier and heavier.

You sighed long and hard before you fell face-first into Megumi's comforter, letting out a string of squealing. "You're so gross, don't do that in front of me," Megumi said, giving you a hard side eye as he tapped away on his phone. "Anyways... while you were flirting with my dad I uh, I invited Itadori. He'll be on his way soon." Megumi said. You don't think your body has ever moved as fast as it did at that moment.

Sitting up you grabbed the tops of Megumi's knees and shook them, the back of his head hitting against the headboard in the process as you voiced your excitement. "Megumiiiii! This is gonna be so great!" You exclaimed. Megumi everted his eyes, a pout forming on his face as he blushed harder, a hand covering his face in the process.

"Okay, okay, enough." He said, his eyes squinting as he looked at the wall. Once you finally let go of Megumi, you ranted about how the night was going to go, laying out your master plan for the boy. Megumi pretended to be uninterested the entire time, but you both knew how much he was actually hanging onto your every word. He wanted this to go smoothly just as much as you did.

When Yuuji finally arrived, the meeting with Mr. Fushiguro had gone better than he ever expected. Itadori, ever the polite boy he was, ran excitedly up the the older Fushiguro and shook his hand with the grip of a thousand men, shaking it as he spewed praises about the man's son. Toji gave a knowing smirk to the dark-haired boy behind his friend as he desperately tried to pry Itadori away from his dad.

So far, everything was going to plan. Dinner had been eaten, and gossip had been spilled, mostly by you and Itadori, but Megumi was happy to be there, despite his scowl that said otherwise. Now the three of you were sat on the bed, ready to watch Itadori's favorite movies, unbeknownst to the pink-haired boy. You had purposefully left out the part in your plan where you were going to excuse yourself from the room when the movie started to allow Megumi and his long-time crush some alone time, as you knew Megumi probably wouldn't have invited him over in that case. 

You rested on your side at the end of the bed by the boy's feet, who sat together against Megumi's headboard, shoulders just inches away from touching, each time you glanced over at them the smile you gave Megumi combined with your wiggling eyebrows made him kick you in the back, an action Itadori seemed to miss. 

The room was dark as the movie came to life, a blanket draped over the bottom half of your body as you stared blankly at the TV, trying to pretend to be interested in the freaky and confusing plot of Itadori's favorite movie. You guessed Megumi was feeling the same way since you two shared the same taste in movies. Only he actually had a reason to pretend to be interested, you didnt. 

Before you fell asleep and ruined your master plan, you slid off the bed, trying not to get in the way of the TV. You threw the blanket on top of the two boys' legs, hoping at some point they would adjust it and get cozy together. Both boys looked over your way as you stood on your feet before looking back at them. "Bathroom?" Itadori asked, tilting his head at you like a puppy.

"Ah... Something like that, I'll be back in a second!" You said, putting on your best sincere smile as you looked between the boys. Yuji looked away first after acknowledging your words, Megumi stayed staring, a look on his face that read, Don't do this to me. You smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners as you mouthed, "This is for your own good." Making Megumi press his lips tightly together in response. You swear you saw his eye twitch before you turned around and started for the door.

Closing Megumi's bedroom door behind you as quietly as possible, you pressed your back against it, smiling to yourself. Your eyes darted around the dark and quiet hallway as you tried to figure out what you were going to do to pass the time. The movie was almost three hours after all. You decided to head to the living room after a couple of moments of pondering. 

Toji would most likely be in his room by now, leaving you the kitchen and living area to yourself, the perfect place to lounge around by yourself as you gave the boys some space. As you tiptoed past Toji's room, you noticed it was completely silent through the door, not even a crack of light peaking under the wood. Toji had horrible sleeping habits from what you conjured since spending so much time here, so it was unusual for him to be asleep at this time, but it wasn't unusual for him to be in his room at this hour. 

You grabbed the railing as you fumbled in the darkness, tiptoeing down the stairs as you made your way to the living area. You were about to sigh in relief when you finally made it down the stairs without falling when you saw a faint blue light flashing from the direction of the living area. Poking your head around the corner, you caught a glimpse of the back of Toji's head. 

You felt your mouth run dry when your eyes focused in the dark and took in the expanse of Toji's bare arms and neck. Squinting your eyes, you could see his shoulders were bare too. Was he shirtless? It was then that you saw the towel slung over the back of the couch under Toij's large arm, his hair that glowed in the light of the TV appearing to be damp. 

You felt your face heat up. You've seen Toji shirtless before, and each time his impressive physique was in front of you, it made it impossible for you to focus on anything but how many indents were in between each of his abs. You tucked your head back behind the wall, Toji now out of view as you pressed your back against the wall. 

There was nowhere else in the house you could wait out the movie, besides maybe the bathroom, but if Itadori or Fushiguro needed to use the bathroom, it would be over. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and took deep, slow breaths, trying to calm your heart as you gathered the courage to walk out into the room.

Maybe you would get lucky and Toji wouldn't acknowledge your presence as you sat on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, away from him and his insane body. Although you had told Megumi you weren't scared of him, you were partially lying. You were intimidated, especially when you were faced with him on your own.

Even after all your years of knowing Megumi, you've had very few conversations with Toji one one-on-one, never lasting long enough to get past the "How's your day?" question before Megumi popped back into the room and dragged you away. Your heart was still racing even after taking so many deep breaths, the past conversations you'd had with him replaying over and over in your head, unknowingly stressing you out.

After a few more moments of internal struggle, you peeled your ridged body off the wall and walked into the living area, trying to ignore Toji as you b-lined for the kitchen, an almost constipated look on your face as you held your breath. Toji turned his head around to face you when he heard your footsteps, his dark eyes following your body as you walked right past him without uttering so much as a word.

Just when you thought you'd gotten lucky, a very familiar, deep, pussy wetting voice echoed quietly through the almost silent room. "Ignoring me again? My feelings might get hurt if you keep this up." Your back was to him as you held the handles of the cabinet, freezing in place. You pressed your lips together in defeat, your eyes shutting for a brief moment before you turned on your heels to look at him. 

Only the Toji Fushiguro who was sitting on the couch just moments ago was now leaning forward on the back of the bar chair on the opposite side of the kitchen island from you, one large hand gripping the back of the chair, the other holding a beer bottle. Sure enough, your eyes hadn't been deceiving you back then. Toji was completely shirtless, his sweats hung lowly on his hips. You prayed he didnt catch the way your eyes flitted down his body, staring long enough to notice the veins on his v-line, before you caught yourself.

You met his eyes for only a moment before you looked away, your body stuttering as you turned around and reached back up to the cabinet for a glass, a heat creeping up your neck.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you." You said, clearing your throat before you spoke. You shut the cabinet quietly before stepping over to the sink and filling your glass. "Such a sweetheart." Toji praised, his words making your hand squeeze the glass a little tighter. 

Toji took the chance to rake his eyes down the back of your body. He could easily see how tense you were, how the muscles in your arms and back tensed and released each time he spoke. You were almost vibrating with nervousness, and he was eating it up. You locked eyes with him as you turned around, sitting back against the sink, your legs pressed tightly together, looking ever so ridged. 

"What are you doing down here anyways huh? Thought you were watchin' a movie with the boys." Toji asked, bringing his beer to his lips, all while keeping his eyes on you. You hesitated before you spoke, you knew Toji didn't care about things like two boys being together, but you didn't know if he knew Megumi was into boys. "Just uh... not my kinda movie." You said, quickly bringing the glass to your lips to hide your lie. 

"Mmm," Toji responded, keeping his eyes on yours even after you looked away. "Wanna watch a movie with me then? I'll let you pick 'n everything." Toji said, tilting his head over to the couch. If your mouth wasn't dry before, it was now. It was so impossibly hard not to ogle his body. It was right in front of you, and he was so toned and impressive like he spent years on it. It's like he wanted someone to look at it, to appreciate it. And god if you were given the chance, you would. 

You had no real reason not to accept his invitation, besides the fact that you were positive you were already drenching your panties, and you weren't sure if you could hold a coherent conversation with him without panting like a dog and staring at his body like he's some piece of meat. You rubbed your lips together nervously before your eyes found him again and you nodded.

A smirk spread across Toji's features, one that made your knees weak. "Good. You wanna beer or anything first?" Toji offered before he rounded the counter and placed the empty bottle by the sink, his body now dangerously close to yours. Each time he was this close to you, it was impossible to not think about how prominent your size difference was. He was bigger than you in every way, it made you shiver.

"Please." You responded, nodding. A drink would either help you fucking relax, or make your horniess and self-awareness ten thousand times worse, you would find out soon, but you had to try something and quick before you pounced on him. "So polite too. Love that." Toji smiled before you felt a heavy pressure against your head. His hand retracted before you could even register what happened.

You were stuck staring blankly at the expanse of his large, toned back as he opened the fridge and grabbed two new beers, holding the tops of them in one hand between his fingers. He looked at you over his shoulder as gestured with his head toward the TV before he started for it, you following hot on his trail. 

Toji sat down first, his legs spreading wide as he patted the cushion next to him, inviting you to sit down. The TV was on, but muted, only colorful lights illuminated his and your bodies as you stood in front of the TV. Toji leaned forward and started taking the caps off your beers while you got situated next to him.

You kept your distance a bit as you finally sat down, the purposeful action not being missed by the ever-so-observant man next to you. "Don't be scared sweetheart, I won't bite," Toji said teasingly, resting his arm close to you out over the back of the couch behind you as he held your beer out for you with his other. "Sorry." You mumbled, taking the drink from his hand. 

"You scared of me? After all this time?" Toji laughed, his body angled a little towards you, his knee almost bumping into yours as you sat formally next to him, legs pressed firmly together. You were about to continue when Toji spoke first, adding, "Is it 'cos I'm your boyfriend's dad?" You swear in that moment the world stopped rotating on its axis. The reaction you gave him was the most emotion he's seen from you all night.

Leaning closer to Toji, you scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion, a look of almost disgust plastered on your face. "You think Megumi is my boyfriend??" you asked incredulously, making Toji's eyes open a bit in response to your visceral reaction. "I figured from how often you spend the night over here. Always hangin' out in his bedroom with the door shut." Toji said, a look of amusement on his face.

Your hands shot up in front of you as you quickly waved them back and forth, shaking your head from side to side at the same time. "Ohhhhh nonononono, no. NO." You said, your tone getting firmer with every no you uttered. Toji let out a deep chuckle, the sound warming you up from the inside out. "Sorry, guess I should've assumed then," Toji said before he reached out and patted your knee, making your body go ridged again.

The touch was gone before you knew it, much like the one in the kitchen. "I don't have to feel bad then," Toji mumbled under his breath before he took a gulp of his drink. You were going to ask him to repeat what he said before he spoke again, cutting you off. "So, you gotta boyfriend then? Can't imagine he's so cool with you sleepin' over at some other guy's house so often." Toji pushed, his eyes tracing over your form almost unnoticeably from the sides of his eyes. 

Your eyes were not in front of you, watching the colors and words on the TV change as you took in his words while you sipped on your drink, the bitter liquid making your throat burn as it went down. "No, I've never had a boyfriend." You said, your body relaxing against the couch as you were swept up in thought.

Toji found this extremely enticing, his knee closest to you bending on the couch as he now turned his body fully to face you, drink resting against his knee as he held his face with his palm, elbow resting against the back of the couch. "No? You're such a pretty little thing, can't imagine you'd run into problems finding a boyfriend." Toji's praise made your whole body vibrate with a newfound heat. You kept your body facing forward but turned your head to face him, unable to stop yourself from running your eyes down his body once before you found his eyes.

"It's not like I've never had crushes or anything, but all throughout high school, and even now in college, Megumi... he scares guys away." You say, sighing before you look away. "He doesn't mean to, but he can come off as intimidating sometimes, so guys don't approach me when he's around... which is most of the time." You finish, shaking your head.

Toji hummed in acknowledgment as he listened to you speak, all the while staring shamelessly at your tits from the side, his eyes dark. "You want a boyfriend?" He asked, sipping on his beer while he kept his eyes on your chest. He swallowed hard when you leaned fully back against the couch abruptly, your cleavage jiggling from the top of your shirt. You placed the beer bottle between your thighs and rubbed your knees, your face screwing in all kinds of ways as you thought.

"Sometimes." You replied when you had decided on an answer. Toji could tell you were much more relaxed now. Leaning forward, he plucked your half-empty drink from between your thighs and placed it on the coffee table, along with his own before he went back to resting on his hand like nothing happened. The small gesture had made your heart race again after it had been so calm too.

Your palms felt sweaty as you rubbed your knees, suddenly so acutely aware of his eyes on you. "Why's that?" Toji pushed, his knee threatening to bump into yours. He hadn't moved, but he seemed so much closer now. Or maybe it was just your senses heightening as you were suddenly more aware of his arm behind your shoulders, his collarbones flexing every time he moved.

You shrugged before looking at him, turning your face fully to look at him this time, your legs staying firmly pressed together. You felt yourself throb when your eyes locked on his, his gaze darker and more intense than before. "You want someone to take care of you?" Toji asked, keeping his wording vague on purpose to tease you. And tease you it did. You tried to rub your thighs together subtly as your eyebrows furrowed with your growing arousal.

You tried to keep your eyes on his as you nodded. You didn't know if it was your own arousal and slight tipsyness, but the air in the room seemed to shift. Toji reached out and caressed your face with the palm of his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek. His touch was so delicate compared to how rough his skin felt against you. "You drunk?" Toji asked, probably noticing the fuzziness in your eyes, only it wasn't from the alcohol.

"No." You replied, leaning against his touch instinctively despite every alarm going off in your head that was telling you you shouldn't be doing this. "You look warm, you sure? Can't even look at me right." Toji teased, cocking his head to the side as he ran his hand up to your forehead, feeling how hot your skin felt. You pressed your thighs together harder, feeling yourself throb as he touched you so freely. "It's not 'cos of the alcohol." You whispered, part of you hoping he wouldn't catch your words.

Toji's smirk grew before he dragged his eyes up from your plush lips to your eyes, his gaze dark and telling. "No?" He asked, his eyebrows raising in question. "What is it then?" Toji pushed, subtly and slowly leaning closer to you, trying to get you to open up to him. Just when you were about to answer, the sound of someone falling down the stairs shook you out of the headspace you were in.

Toji didn't even flinch, instead turning his head to look at the source of noise as you jerked your body away from him, putting some distance between yourselves as his hand dropped from your face. A few moments later the familiar siloet of Yuji Itadori popped out from behind the wall, rubbing the back of his head in pain. He froze in place when he saw the two of you staring at him before his head tilted in confusion.

"Huh? What are you doing down here?" You suppressed the urge to giggle as you stared at the pink-haired boy who quickly resumed his pace for the kitchen. "Oh uh, just wasn't super into the movie." You lied through your teeth, the shakiness in your voice only making sense to the older man in front of you whose attention was now on you, his eyes staring right through you. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, we can watch something else if you want." Itadori offered sweetly as he grabbed two cans of soda out from the fridge before closing it and walking up behind the couch. Your eyes almost shot out of your sockets when you felt a warm hand engulf your thigh. Your eyes shot over to Toji's for half a second before they were back on Yujis. "No worries!" You said, shaking your hands out in front of you, praying he wouldn't get any closer to notice Megumi's dad's hand on your thigh, his thick rubbing teasing circles against it. 

"Me and Mr. Fushiguro are watching something instead! Go spend some alone time with Megumi!" You said, shaking your head rapidly, trying to ignore how hot you felt between your thighs as you placed your hand on top of the older Fushiguro's, begging him not to tease you right now. That only made him slide his hand up further, the tips of his fingers teasing right under the fabric of your shorts, making you suppress a whimper. 

Itadori smiled at your words, the tips of his ears turning red. "Yeah, alright." He said, nodding at you, "But if you change your mind, the movie doesn't have that much left so you can join us whenever!" He was so kind, you felt so bad you didn't comprehend a single word he said as you dug your nails into Toji's wrist, who was now licking his lips as his fingers were lost deeper and deeper under your shorts.

You nodded, making sure the pink-haired boy was out of sight and up the stairs before you let out the breath you were holding. "What are you doing?" You stuttered, your words coming out breathy and needy. Toji slid his hand fully under the fabric of your shorts before he gripped the fat of your thighs, his thumb pinching the fat right next to your panties, making your eyes flutter.

"You were gonna tell me what had you all squirmy before that kid came down here," Toji said, retracting his hand from under your shorts, leaving your skin feeling hot where he last touched it. Your brain was short-circuiting at this point. No one had ever touched you the way Toji was touching you right now, and you had no idea why he was. You couldn't stop yourself from dragging your eyes down his torso and falling on his lap.

There was an extremely noticeable bulge in his sweat where his cock was, making you swallow all the saliva in your now dry mouth. Toji licked his lips as he watched your eyes trail over his body, making him feel hot. "I see the way you look at me," Toji whispered before the hand he held on the back of the couch slid down to the back of your neck, gripping your nape.

"I-" you were about to respond when he continued, "I hear you. Hear the way you talk about me to my son." Toji adds, making any denial or rebuttal you had vanished in an instant. "I feel the way you're pressing your thighs together right now." The grip on your neck tightened before his fingers started rubbing against you, sliding a bit down your back before caressing back up to your nape. 

"I've been around long enough to notice when a woman is aroused." You swallowed hard at his insinuating words. "You a virgin?" Toji continued, his question making your veins run cold. "Cos you're sure actin' like one." He laughed at his own words, making your face heat up in embarrassment. "Mr. Fushiguro..." You started, unsure of what you even wanted to say as you whispered his name, pouting at him,

"You said you want someone to take care of you right?" He asked before the hand on your nape was sliding down your back again. His arm wrapped around your torso and pulled you close to him, making your heart race in your chest, the sound of it loud in your ears. Using his other hand he situated you on his lap, spreading your thighs over his, the neediest part of you pressing right on top of his crotch, which was hard and hot under you.

"Tell me you want this and I'll make you feel so good pretty girl, not into forcing a girl to do shit she doesn't wanna do," Toji said, making you swallow hard at his words. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what he was like in bed before. He was so domineering and intimidating, he seemed like the kind of guy who wanted you to verbalize what you wanted in bed, and you were quickly finding out that was true.

One of Toji's large hands rested on your upper thigh as his other reached up and caressed your cheek, trying to get you to relax. "What if Megumi or Itadori comes down here? What if we get caught?" You whisper, averting your eyes from his when his lustful gaze proved too much to handle. Toji could feel how your cunt pulsed and throbbed on top of him even through all the layers of clothes. He knew Megumi didn't care about your crush on him, and he knew even more that you wanted this. You were just nervous and he would say anything you wanted to reassure you.

"No one is coming down here," Toji said, caressing your thigh. "It's just you and me sweet thing," Toji emphasized his words by pressing his hips up into yours, his hard cock pressing harder against you, making your eyes flutter shut for a second. After a few more moments of Toji patiently caressing your face, waiting for your brain to work and decide your answer, you finally nodded before speaking the words that sealed your fate, "I want it."

Toji smiled before he thrust his hips slowly up against you again, watching how your body relaxed from the shallow teasing. "Want what?" He asked, licking his lips as he kept his eyes on yours. Your breathing was now fast and staggered as you met his hips with your own, slowly rolling your cunt against him, bringing yourself some relief. "Want you to make me feel good." You responded, your face growing hotter at the admission.

Toji picked up the pace of his hips, your body now bouncing on top of his as he dry-humped you a little faster. He dropped his hand from your face and placed both of them behind you on your hips, helping you rock yourself against him. "Yeah?" He responded, his eyebrows furrowing together as he teased you. "Want me to make you feel good?" He teased, his hands grip on your hips bruising. "Want me to make you cum?" His words made you nod your head furiously as whimpers fell from your lips, his part cock rubbing perfectly against your clit through all the layers of clothing. 

He groaned through his teeth, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he rested his head back against the couch, watching the way your almost limp body rocked on top of him, your hands grabbing firmly on his forearms, steadying yourself. "Wanted you for so long, you know that?" Toji confessed, feeling his cock drip pre-cum steadily into his boxers. He was leaking so much, he felt like a teenager again.

You whined at his words, one of your hands leaving his forearm to press against your mouth, half to suppress your noises, half to cover yourself out of embarrassment. "Wanted to fuck you every time I saw you walk around my house in nothing but a t-shirt." He continued babbling, dragging you faster along his clothed cock. "Had to fucking rub one out every time you looked at me with those pretty eyes, so submissive 'n scared." You caught a gasp behind your hand. He got off to you? He's been getting off to you?

"Haven't been able to fuck anyone but my fist since I set my eyes on you." Toji groaned, his cock throbbing hard against his pants as he spoke, his voice getting rougher. "You gonna let me fuck you tonight?" Toji asked, smiling with his mouth slightly parted, arousal leaking out of his words. Looking down at his cock, you could see how big it was even covered by his sweats. Sure you had fucked yourself on a dildo before, but nothing compared to Toji's size.

"I don't... I don't know how to" You started, uncovering your mouth as you spoke, your eyes finding him again. "Don't worry about a thing sweetheart, just gotta lay there while I drill my cock into you." You screamed internally, how could he say such shameless things so easily? "Okay, okay you can fuck me." you said quietly, your eyebrows furrowing together as you spoke, keeping your eyes on him.

The groan that left Toji's lips was raw and unrestrained, if his cock and balls didn't ache before, they sure as hell did now. "Good choice princess, I'll fuck you so good," Toji promised. He only let you rock back and forth a few more times before he spun your body around and placed your back against his chest, your legs being spread apart by his large hands. "Can't take this dry-humping shit anymore though. Gonna blow my load in my pants if we keep that up." Toji groaned, almost pouting. He was more sensitive than he would care to admit, just a few minutes of dry humping and he was already ready to cum.

You tried to focus on what was happening now as you took in the woody, familiar smell of Toji's scent. His abs felt so hard agaisnt your back, and his breath that was tickling your shoulders and neck each time he exhaled sent shivers down your spine, he was so close, so all-consuming, so overwhelming. Your head was being forced to the side by his own as he dropped his head down to the crook of your neck and began sucking against your pulse point, making you gasp into the air.

"Keep m' open," Toji whispered, his voice deep against your ear as he released one of your legs and slowly dragged his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, tickling your skin. You felt yourself throb each time he got closer and closer to where you needed him most. "You masturbate?" Toji asked, his lips disconnecting from your neck and switching to your ear, his sharp teeth nibbling against the shell of it.

His words caught you off guard as you looked down between your legs to watch his hand that was getting dangerously close to your cunt. You hesitated before nodding. You felt his cock twitch against your ass. His fingers hovered just above your cunt as you subtly wiggled against him, trying to get him to touch you. "How do you do it?" He pressed before tapping his fingers against your clit, pausing after every few touches.

You moaned and wiggled against him, trying to be as conscious as possible about how loud you were being. "Mr. Fushiguro-" You whined, not wanting to answer his embarrassing question. "Toji." He corrected before continuing, "Do you rub your clit till you cum? Do you finger yourself? Both?" His voice was so deep and rough next to your ear, that you couldn't help but moan. "Both..." You whispered, your eyes squeezing shut. Toji groaned before he slipped his hand under your shorts and panties with ease before finding your clit expertly and rubbing it.

It felt so hot in your shorts, the wetness of your cunt was rubbing against the back of his hand from how drenched your panties were. "Like this?" Toji asked, his eyes staring at your pretty face that was screwed in pleasure, your mouth falling open and closed like a fish out of water. His fingers were so large, and he rubbed your clit perfectly with just his middle finger, small quick circles rubbing expertly against the little bud.

"What do you think about when you touch yourself?" He continued, his voice only trying the knot in your stomach even deeper. "You think about gettin' fucked in your tight virgin pussy? Think about someone's mouth on you?" His fingers were faster now, small noises of slickness were spilling out from your panties, echoing into your ears from how wet you were. "T-think about you" You cried, your legs flexing as they fought to stay open, obeying Toji's words.

Toji groaned before he started rubbing his fingers lower, right over your wet, slick-covered hole. "You flatter me. So it's my cock you think about fucking you." Toji grinned as he singled out his middle finger and pressed it against your hole, your pussy greedily swallowing up his finger as he watched your jaw fall open. "So fucking tight..." Toji mumbled under his breath before he slowly pumped it in and out of you, curling his finger upwards to rub against your g-spot each time it was inside. 

"Toji-" You gasped, your abdominal muscles clenching each time he thrust his finger into you. "You ever think about my tongue on your pussy?" He asked, kissing the side of your face and jawline, teasing you with his plush lips. You nod quickly, your breathing now erratic and high-pitched. Toji pulled his finger almost completely out before he reentered your cunt with a second finger, the stretch from his thick fingers making you furrow your eyebrows together, but the discomfort subsided fast.

Toji kept his fingers fully inside you and opted to just curl them rapidly against your g-spot rather than thrust them in and out, resulting in his warm palm pressing firmly against your clit. Your eyes shot open at the intense feeling, your head dropped to watch his hand bulge out from under your shorts. "That feels good huh?" He asked, smiling as your smaller hands gripped tightly around his thick forearm as he got you off. 

"I'm gonna cum-" You cried, your head falling back against his shoulder. Toji repressed the urge to speed up his fingers as he watched you start to unravel on him, his excitement growing the more debauched he watched you get. By now, Toji's entire palm and fingers were covered in your slick, and your panties and shorts were as good as ruined. Just when you thought you were about to get pushed off the edge, an idea popped into Toji's head, resulting in him stopping and pulling his fingers out completely.

You didn't even have time to complain before you were on your back on the sofa and your shorts and panties were being pulled off your legs, and thrown onto the floor to be forgotten about. "Wha-" Toji looked so serious and needy, his cock poking straight out of his pants, looking almost painful. The underside of your thighs was being pushed up as Toji lay between your thighs. He wasted no time in latching his lips around your clit and sucking, hard. 

He placed your legs on his shoulders and kept you firmly against his face with his hand pressing against one of your thighs around his head. You covered your mouth with one hand and gripped his hair harshly with the other, your nails scratching his head as your back arched at the intense pleasure. Toji groaned against you, sending vibrations through your pussy as he shook his head back and forth. You felt that familiar pressure inside of you when Toji slipped his other hand under his mouth and continued fingering you again.

In seconds you were already worked back up to your high. "Fuck!" You yelled behind your hand, your thighs squeezing around his head. "H-haah I'm gonna cum Toji- T-toji- Toji I'm cummin-" The older man smiled against your before he took your clit back in his mouth, shaking his head rapidly as he curled his fingers hard into your g-spot, pulling your orgasm out of you.

Toji's cock throbbed painfully in his boxers when your pussy squeezed around his fingers, feeling like they were going to cut off his circulation. His eyes stayed on your face as he took in the way you looked when you orgasmed, not wanting to miss a single reaction despite how badly his eyes wanted to roll back in his head. "Good fucking girl" Toji growled, squeezing your thigh before he smacked it softly. "You taste so fucking good on my god." Toji groaned in disbelief, sucking your cum off his fingers shamelessly. 

You were still catching your breath when Toji sat up. Your eyes were all out of focus and your body twitching in the aftershocks but you still saw the way Toji jerked himself off through his pants as he sucked your cum off his fingers from the slick on his chin. "I gotta get inside you, I can't take much more." Toji groaned, his wet hand rubbing up and down your thigh. He kept his eyes on yours as you watched him reach into his sweats and pull his cock out. 

Just as you suspected, it was huge. His tip looked so angry and you could see how hard he was throbbing. String after string of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock as he spread his wetness down his length, lubing himself up for you. "It's so big, is it gonna fit?" You asked, covering your cunt with your hand as you pressed your thighs together, still breathing heavily. Toji continued to stroke himself off as he climbed over you, his hand caging you under him. "I'll make it fit." He whispered, making you whine.

"Lay on your stomach for me princess, legs together and straight out behind you," Toji instructed. You did as you were told. Your upper half was still clothed in a t-shirt, but your bare ass was exposed to Toji's eyes as you flipped over, pressing your thighs together. Toji reached behind him and grabbed a small decorative pillow. "Knew this stupid shit would come in handy for something," Toji said, laughing to himself as he let go of his cock and lifted your hips off the couch before stuffing the pillow under your pelvis.

"I'll feel better this way," Toji told you as he sat back on his heels, pulling your ass apart to get a better view of your cunt as he jerked off over your ass. "Why?" You asked, resting your head on the side of your crossed arms as you looked at Toji from your peripherals. Toji smiled at you as he leaned over your body, his hips flush against your ass as he rubbed his cock between your cheeks, his hand resting on the couch next to your head.

"You remember that spot I was rubbin' inside you a second ago? The one that made you cum so fast?" Toji teased, making you look away in embarrassment before you nodded, trying to focus on his words instead of his cock rubbing between your ass. "It'll put pressure on your tummy where that spot is, so when I fuck you It'll be pressin' against my cock, makes it feel realll intense," Toji explained as he angled his cock down to the entrance of your pussy, trying to distract you with his words. 

"You think I can handle it?" You asked, suddenly a little nervous. You had already gone dumb just from a few fingers, you had no idea how you were going to react to his cock. Toji pressed the tip of his cock against your tight little hole teasingly, slowly pressing against it to see how much force it would take to fuck into you. "You can handle it because you're my good girl aren't you?" Toji asked, watching your face as he nudged your pussy lips apart, pressing his cock into you.

Your face screwed in pleasure as you nodded, keeping your eyes on his as he slowly fed you his cock. Tears began to well up in your eyes as your jaw fell open in a silent scream. Toji's head felt like it was filled with clouds, your pussy was making him dumb and he was only two inches inside. The older man cooed at your pathetic face before he leaned forward and captured your lips in a messy kiss, immediately forcing his tongue between your lips and into your mouth, overwhelming you.

The two of you groaned into the other's mouth as he penetrated you, finding a little more resistance than he expected even though you had already come once and were so wet and soft inside. "I got you, relax baby girl, gotta loosen up so I can fuck you," Toji whispered between kisses, his voice strained and hoarse as he tried to talk you through it.

Hot tears fell down your cheeks as you did your best to relax your cunt around him, letting him slide in easier. "There you go, I got you, I got you." Toji's words were much softer compared to his mean cock that was bullying your pussy and stretching you open. You slid one of your hands under your tummy between the pillow and pressed against your pelvis. It felt so tight and full. Toji groaned at the added pressure as he gave you a second to adjust to his size. 

"It- It's so big." You said between gasps. "But you took the whole thing," Toji said, pressing his lips to the side of your face. Your walls clenched around him rhythmically, the pain slowly turning into pleasure the more you cockwarmed him. "Ready for me to move?" Toji suggested, more out of his own impatience than anything. He didn't know how much longer he could take feeling you squeeze around him without moving his hips. 

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation. "That's my girl." He said before he pulled his hips out and slammed them back against you. From the position and the pressure on your lower stomach, his cock jabbed right into your sweet spot, making you kick your knees up and release a loud moan, one that made Toji lean over your back and press his hand firmly over your mouth. His weight against you felt suffocating but calming as he stayed still, throbbing inside you.

Toji released a small, deep laugh against your ear as your eyes stared at the floor all out of focus. "Shhhhh... you gotta be quiet for me princess. You don't want me to have to stop if we get caught, right?" Toji asked, his voice full of teasing. You shook your head quickly, trying to bounce your hips back into his, your moans and gasps muffled by his hand, now only puffs of air able to escape your nose. 

"Yeah, me neither," Toji whispered against his ear before he started humping into you again, his hips smacking against your ass lewdly with every thrust. If either of the boys even left the sanctity of Megumi's room, the loud sounds of skin slapping together would be heard from down the stairs, giving you away, but Toji didn't care. Not with the way your cunt was sucking him in.

You whined at the loss each time he pulled his cock out of you, but your eyes rolled back in your head as a lewd moan left your lips when he fucked it back inside you, the warmth in your belly returning. Toji could feel himself leak inside your cunt, his balls throbbing with each thrust.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck and wrapped his other hand under your tummy, pressing it against yours that rested against your tummy. "You feel me in there?" Toji groaned into your ear, rolling his hips in circles against your ass as he emphasized his words, making you feel his cock inside you from outside your tummy. You groaned into his hand, your pretty eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling.

"I'm so fucking deep, balls fucking deep." Toji groaned, already pussydrunk as he babbled nonsense while he crushed you with his body weight. His chest was so hot and sweaty against your back as your shirt riding up with each of his thrusts, but his warm skin didnt feel too bad agaisnt your ass. "Mhmm-mhmm" You whined against his hand, nodding your head at his words as hot tears spilled down your cheeks.

"Best fucking pussy I ever had, so warm n' soft, makin' me feel like I'm gonna cum already." Toji laughed, biting down on the shell of your ear. Your knees kicked and curled helplessly behind him each time he fucked his fat cock inside your cunt, overwhelming you. Each time he spoke it made you clench tighter and tighter around him, his voice was even more sexy when he was pussy-drunk. You prayed this wouldn't just be a one-time thing. Now that you finally crossed this line, you hoped it would stay that way.

"Harder-" You moaned against his hand, the plea coming out muffled. "Wan' me to fuck you harder? I can do that for you baby." Toji grinned at your eagerness before he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock remained inside you then slammed it all in at once, making your eyes roll back in your head. 

He gave you no time to even process his change in roughness before he was beating your pussy up ruthlessly, his cock slamming straight into your sweet spot. You shook your head back and forth against Toji's hand as your eyebrows furrowed and you felt yourself get worked up to yet another orgasm. "Toji!" You screamed against his palm, his name getting broken up between your moans. Toji released your mouth and grabbed your chin, turning your head to the side so he could kiss you again.

He swallowed your moans greedily as he fucked his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was full of teeth and tongue, saliva spilling down your chin from how messy it was. Toji was now panting into your mouth, his hips getting rougher but sloppier as he used your cunt to reach his orgasm. "Toji- Toji I think m' gunna cum!" You whined as he kept kissing you while you spoke, his head completely in the clouds.

"Let me feel it, cum on my cock baby, cmon, cum on me," Toji begged, his voice breathier and needier than before. Your orgasm crashed over you only seconds later, your cunt contracting around Toji ten times tighter than before. He couldn't even mind that you were now moaning freely into the air as his lips detached from yours, his head falling into the crook of your neck as the muscles in his legs trembled from the feeling of you squeezing him.

"Ohmygod." Toji grit through his teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head as you spasmed around him, your cum dripping down his balls. "Gonna cum too pretty, gonna let me cum inside? Get you all full of my cum? Huh?" Toji asked, biting down on your shoulder hard as he waited for your answer. Despite how fucked out you were, you still had half a mind to nod at him, chants of his name falling from your lips as you begged him to cum inside you.

"I'm gonna give it to you baby, fuck- oh fuck it's coming- I'm cumming!" Toji's teeth nearly broke the skin of your shoulder from how hard he bit down as his orgasm hit him. His hips stilled against your ass save for jerking and spasming of his body as he released his seed deep inside your cunt, long, deep groans spilling from between his lips. "Take it, f-fucking take it, milk my fucking cock." Toji groaned.

You felt his abs clenching against your lower back as he emptied his balls inside you, a sudden warmth filling up your tummy as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You both gasped heavily against one another, fighting to catch your breath. "Fuck.." Toji groaned, "Haven't cum that hard in my life, thought I was gonna pass out." He laughed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pushing his sweaty chest off your back.

Toji sat back on his knees as he pulled out his cock, gripping the base of it as he did. Toji smirked when you whined as he slipped his cock out of you, his cum spilling from your hole as he did. Toji whistled before he spread your ass apart, watching how his cum dripped from your little hole. "Probably shoulda asked before, but you on birth control?" Toji asked before he lifted you from under your arms and laid your limp body against his chest.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and nodded, still trying to come back to reality as you processed what just happened. Toji internally sighed in relief as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. "You did so fucking well pretty girl, it hurt anywhere?" Toji asked, leaning back agaisnt the back of the couch, resting with your body on top of him.

"Hurts everywhere." You mumbled, resulting in a laugh from the older man, the movement from it shaking your body. "Painkillers n' a bath n' you'll be fine." He said, squeezing his arms tighter around you. "You gonna take responsibility?" You asked, your voice coming out weak against his shoulder. "If you're asking me to join you in the bath, sure, but no promises my cock won't end up inside you again."

You grimaced at his words, sitting up as you place your hands on his pecs, shaking your head back and forth as your cunt started aching already. "On second thought I think I can do it myself," Toji smirked before he tipped his head to the side on the couch, looking you up and down. "Twenty bucks you fall in the first five seconds you stand up." You pursed your lips in annoyance, flexing your thighs under him to see if he was right.

Your thighs shook the instant you tensed them, and not just a little either. The kind of shake that told you you needed 5-7 business days before you were walking without a limp. Toji looked down at you shaking legs before he glanced up at you from under his lashes, looking at you with an "I told you so" expression on his face. "Let me borrow one of your canes please." You said, pressing your lips together. Toji gripped your chin and brought your face close to his. "Brat." He whispered against your lips before kissing you slowly and passionately.

Your body melted against him as he kissed you like it was your last day on earth. Although the kiss was slower than the others he'd given you, it still made you go dumb in the head as his tongue intertwined with yours. The kiss made you forget all the aches in pains in your body as his expert tongue washed them all away.

[2cupids]

toji x f!reader. mdni (17+)

you were never able to understand how people could cheat on their spouses or significant others. the pathetic excuses people made up to justify their cheating? you called it bullshit and found the act of infidelity to be absolutely despicable.

well, at least that’s how you used to feel about the act. until you met him.

being a housewife, you usually spent your days lounging around in the million dollar house your husband let you pick out a few years ago. anytime if you weren’t busy taking care of the house or sitting around looking pretty, you could be found at your bi-weekly hair or nail appointment and if not one of them, then you were out and about in your cute little convertible meeting your friends for brunch, attending your pilates class, shopping, or doing whatever your heart desired.

there’s not a better life you could ask for, you get to live the life that so many women can only dream of. yet, as thankful as you were for the lifestyle your husband was able to provide you with, the long hours he spent at the office meant that his work-life balance was greatly affected and sadly, your sex life wasn’t spared.

the countless evenings that were spent sitting at the large, glossy wood-finished dining room table eating alone and laying in bed using one of your silicone dildos to masturbate with because you were getting the real thing were beginning to grow tiresome and the need for physical intimate was getting harder and harder to ignore.

despite that, you still loved your husband and never blamed him for any of it. you were still wholeheartedly loyal and devoted to him. he’s only doing what he has to do to provide for his family, right? and it’s not like he ever mistreated you. there was no other man for you, at least that’s what you assumed. but that assumption went out the window the day that handyman!toji showed up at your front door in a tight, short sleeve compression top and some worn jeans to fix some leaky pipes.

truthfully, it was simply the case of one thing that led to another. for some reason, you felt comfortable enough to open up to a complete stranger about your frustrations and instead of turning down toji’s advances when he came onto you, you welcomed them. the first time was a complete mistake, that’s what you told yourself.

you and toji having a quickie on top of the kitchen table, was just because you needed to release the pent up sexual energy that had built up over time. right? because no matter how good toji’s bulging muscles looked as he subtly flexed them as he kept your legs spread for him while his eyes stayed glued to how well your pussy took his girthy dick, you could not let it happen again.

was it possible that you jinxed yourself by saying you would never sleep with him again? ..possibly. because a week later you’re bouncing up and down in toji’s lap as you two fucked on the couch, with his head stuffed between your pretty titties as he called you every type of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ for riding another man’s dick while your husband was hard at work to keep up that lifestyle you adored so much. the taunting tone of his voice replayed more times in your head that you would’ve liked as guilt ate at you from the aftermath of your actions, especially at night as you laid in bed next to your loving husband.

did that stop you though? no.

this affair with the handyman has been going on for months now and you don’t see any sign of it slowing down or coming to an end anytime soon. it’s gotten to the point where toji parks his car a few blocks away and meets you around the back entrance of your house, void of the nosey eyes of neighbors. and although you would never admit it out loud, toji fucks you so better than your husband ever could. not to mention, it’s like the man has a gold medal winning mouth when it comes to eating pussy. you never even knew you were capable of squirting until you started seeing toji.

tonight was supposed to be the same as usual, it’s a friday night and one of the days toji now routinely comes over to give you some good loving. except today your husband is uncharacteristically home early from work which makes you both worried and excited. though your worries are put aside as you converse with your husband while cooking, sharing laughs and smiles with each other as if you’re not having an extramarital affair. sitting across from him as you clink your wine glasses together, a little before the clock strikes nine o’clock on a weekday feels foreign to you, it’s been literal months since you can remember having anything close to this.

that warm, fuzzy feeling that fills your body as you and your husband sit and chat over dinner feels so nice that you almost tell toji not to come over tonight— almost.

it’s close to midnight, and your spouse is upstairs passed out on the bed from an alcohol-induced sleep while you’re unlocking the back patio door for toji to come in. he’s a man that doesn’t waste time, he gets down to business and within a couple minutes, he’s got you stripped down and naked, driving that fat dick into your pussy that’s seemingly become accustomed to his dick.

the sound of skin on skin echo through the expanse of the large kitchen as toji fucks you from behind, his broad-shouldered frame and big, bulky arms completely covering you and caging you between him and the quartzite countertop.

one of his large, calloused hands goes to your thigh and props it on top of the counter to fuck you deeper. your hands grip the cool stone harder as a strained moan rips from your throat at the new position and angle, feeling toji hit different spots makes your pussy react accordingly, clamping ever so tightly around his length that it makes him hiss.

toji’s not a particularly noisy man during sex, usually just a few groans and grunts here and there, but he’s changed it up tonight. you’ve never heard him make so much noise before and if you didn’t know any better, you might just assume that he’s getting off to the possibility of your husband waking up and finding you.

“oh baby,” he whispers in your ear, his voice holding a hint of mockery as he smirks. “what would you do if your husband woke up? what would he think if he saw his perfect wife getting her pussy pounded like a slut by another man?” he runs a hand through the silky strands of your colored wig, tugging your head back slightly.

your face scrunches up distastefully at the image and you frown, making a small noise to show you don’t take too kindly to his words, to which toji just chuckles a little louder than necessary. “aw, you don’t like what i said? feeling a little guilty all of a sudden?” he coos, a sadistic expression crossing his face.

his hips start to make contact with yours at an increased speed, balls smacking your sensitive clit each time so hard that it makes you yelp. the pants leaving toji’s mouth turn into full on grunts as his balls empty into your greedy pussy. slowly, toji pulls out and watches as your pussy pulsates and you push out his cum, the liquid leaking onto the stone floor beneath.

toji drops to his knees and starts stroking his dick back to life, letting his tongue dart out and lick at your swollen clit. some of his milky cum drips onto his face and he moves to suck his cum out of your hole, moaning against your sweet cunt. “how many times you think i gotta make you cum before you’re screaming so loud that it wakes up your hubby, pretty?”

[moonlightwritingf1]

Breaking Point | LN4

ꕤ* summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N’s Friday night goes from frustrating to electrifying when her car dies in a downpour and she has to swallow her pride and call Lando Norris—the one guy she can’t stand—to come to her rescue. He shows up soaked and irritated, but quickly becomes her savior. Trapped together in the warmth of his car, all their old arguments and jealous glances melt into a raw, unexpected confession of desire. 

ꕤ* pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

ꕤ* word count ━━━━━━━ 6.3k

ꕤ* warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, enemies to lovers, creampie, fingering, rough sex?, aftercare, use of 'baby', multiple orgasms

The rain hammered against Y/N's windshield as her car sputtered to a pathetic stop on the desolate stretch of highway just outside the city. Of course. Of fucking course this would happen tonight.

She slammed her palm against the steering wheel, cursing under her breath as she scrolled through her contacts. Everyone she called went straight to voicemail—probably out enjoying their Friday nights like normal people who didn't have cars that betrayed them at the worst possible moments.

Her thumb hovered over his name. Lando Norris. The last person on earth she wanted to call. The mere thought of his smug face made her blood boil.

But as another car zoomed past, spraying water across her already-fogged windows, she had no choice. She pressed call, each ring feeling like a personal defeat.

"Well, well," his voice drawled through the speaker, already dripping with that infuriating smugness. "Y/N calling me on a Friday night? Did hell freeze over, or are you finally admitting you can't resist me?"

"My car broke down," she bit out through clenched teeth. "I need—" The words physically hurt to say. "I need your help."

The silence on the other end stretched just long enough to make her want to hang up.

"Where are you?" His voice had shifted, losing some of its teasing edge.

"Highway outside the city. Mile marker 47."

"Don't move." The line went dead.

Thirty minutes later, headlights cut through the rain, and his McLaren pulled up behind her car. Y/N watched in the rearview mirror as he emerged, not even bothering with an umbrella. The rain immediately plastered his white shirt to his chest, outlining every muscle as he jogged toward her car.

She rolled down her window a fraction. "Took you long enough."

"You're welcome for coming to rescue your ungrateful ass," he shot back, rain dripping from his dark curls. "Pop the hood."

"I already tried—"

"Just do it, Y/N. Unless you'd prefer to sit here all night arguing in the rain."

She yanked the hood release with more force than necessary. Through the windshield, she watched him work, trying not to notice how his soaked shirt clung to his shoulders, how his jaw clenched in concentration. She hated him. Hated how he always looked so effortlessly good, even drenched and annoyed.

After a few minutes, he appeared at her window again. "Battery's completely dead. You're not going anywhere tonight."

"Fantastic," she muttered.

"Get in my car. I'll drive you home."

"I'd rather walk."

His eyes flashed dangerously. "It's fifteen miles to the city in a downpour. Stop being so fucking stubborn and get in the car, Y/N."

The way he said her name—low and commanding—sent an unwanted shiver down her spine. She grabbed her bag and stepped out into the rain, immediately regretting not taking his earlier offer of waiting in his car.

The rain soaked through her dress in seconds, the thin fabric clinging to every curve. She caught Lando's eyes tracking down her body before he quickly looked away, his jaw tightening. They tumbled into Lando’s car, slamming the door shut against the downpour. Once inside, he glanced over his shoulder, reached back, and pulled a jacket from the back seat.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to her.

“I don’t want—”

“Take the damn jacket before you freeze to death and I have to explain to everyone why I left you hypothermic on the side of the road.”

She snatched it from him, their fingers brushing. The contact sent electricity shooting up her arm, and from the way his breath hitched, he felt it too.

The interior of his car was warm and smelled like his cologne—something expensive and masculine that made her stomach flip traitorously. They drove in tense silence for several minutes, the only sound the rain pelting the windshield and the swoosh of the wipers.

"Why do you hate me so much?" he asked suddenly, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.

"I don't hate you," she replied automatically.

He let out a harsh laugh. "Could've fooled me. Every time we're in the same room, you look at me like you want to strangle me."

"That's because you're insufferable," she snapped. "You walk around like you own the world, with that stupid smirk and your stupid perfect hair and—"

"My stupid perfect hair?" He glanced at her, one eyebrow raised. "That's what bothers you?"

Heat flooded her cheeks. "That's not—you know what I mean."

"No, I really don't." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Explain it to me, Y/N. What is it about me that gets under your skin so badly?"

Everything, she wanted to scream. The way you look at me. The way you make me feel completely out of control. The way I think about you when I shouldn't.

"You really want to do this now?" she deflected.

"Yeah, I do." He suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, throwing the car in park and turning to face her fully. "I'm sick of this dance we do. The fighting, the tension, the way you can barely stand to be in the same room as me."

"Lando—"

"Do you know what it's like?" he interrupted, his eyes blazing. "To want someone who looks at you like you're dirt beneath their shoe? To spend every interaction wondering what you did wrong, why you're not good enough?"

The raw honesty in his voice stole her breath. "That's not—I don't think you're not good enough."

"Then what is it?" He leaned closer, close enough that she could see the rain droplets still clinging to his eyelashes. "Because I'm going insane trying to figure you out."

"Maybe that's the point," she whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Maybe I don't want you to figure me out."

"Why?" His hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "What are you so afraid of?"

This. She was afraid of this—the way her body betrayed her the moment he touched her, the way every cell screamed to close the distance between them.

"I'm not afraid," she lied.

His thumb traced her bottom lip, and her breath caught. "Liar."

The air between them crackled with electricity. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes dropped to her mouth, and she unconsciously licked her lips.

"Fuck," he breathed, and then his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was nothing like she'd imagined—and she had imagined it, late at night when her defenses were down. It was fierce, almost angry, years of frustration and want poured into the clash of lips and teeth and tongue. His hand tangled in her wet hair, pulling her closer, and she moaned into his mouth.

That small sound seemed to snap something in him. He hauled her over the center console and into his lap, her dress riding up her thighs as she straddled him. His hands were everywhere—her hair, her waist, her hips—like he couldn't decide where to touch first.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled against her mouth, his hands sliding up her bare thighs. "To drive me absolutely fucking insane?"

"Yes," she gasped, grinding down against him and feeling him hard beneath her. "God, yes."

He groaned, capturing her mouth again, his kiss brutal and demanding. She gave as good as she got, biting his bottom lip and swallowing his resulting hiss. His hands found the zipper of her dress, but he paused, pulling back to look at her.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice wrecked. "Tell me this is a mistake."

She should. This was Lando—the man who infuriated her more than anyone else on the planet. But he was also the man looking at her like she was everything he'd ever wanted, his hands trembling slightly where they rested on her skin.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

His control shattered. The zipper came down, and he pushed the wet fabric off her shoulders, his mouth following the path of exposed skin. She arched into him, her hands fisting in his hair as he found that spot where her neck met her shoulder that made her see stars.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned against her skin. "Do you know how long I've wanted this? How many times I've thought about you like this?"

"Show me," she challenged, rolling her hips against him.

The windows were completely fogged now, creating their own private world as the storm raged outside. Every touch felt electric, every kiss more desperate than the last. When his hands found the clasp of her bra, she helped him remove it, too far gone to care about anything but the feeling of his hands on her.

"You're perfect," he breathed, his touch reverent even as his eyes burned with hunger. "So fucking perfect it makes me crazy."

She kissed him to shut him up, but also because she needed his mouth on hers like she needed air. Everything about this was intense, overwhelming, like a dam had finally burst after holding back a flood.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, reality started to creep back in. She was half-naked in Lando's lap, in his car, on the side of the road. This was insane.

"We should—" she started.

"Yeah," he agreed, but neither of them moved. His hands stayed on her waist, his thumbs tracing small circles on her skin.

"This doesn't change anything," she said weakly.

He laughed, the sound dark and knowing. "This changes everything, and you know it."

She did know it. There was no going back from this, no pretending the explosive chemistry between them didn't exist.

"Take me home," she whispered.

"Yours or mine?"

The question hung in the air between them, loaded with promise and possibility.

"Yours," she decided, consequences be damned.

His eyes darkened. "You sure?"

Instead of answering, she kissed him again, pouring all her certainty into the contact. When she pulled back, his pupils were blown wide.

"Drive," she commanded, climbing back into her seat and attempting to fix her dress with shaking hands.

He drove faster than was probably safe given the weather, one hand on the wheel and the other tangled with hers across the console. The silence wasn't awkward now—it was charged, full of anticipation.

When they finally pulled into his garage, he was around to her side before she could even unbuckle, pulling her out and pressing her against the car.

"Last chance," he murmured against her lips. "Tell me to take you home. Tell me this was just adrenaline, or the rain, or temporary insanity."

"Lando," she said, framing his face with her hands. "Shut up and take me inside."

He grinned—not his usual smirk, but something genuine and almost boyish. "Yes ma'am."

As he led her inside, her hand in his, Y/N realized the truth she'd been fighting for so long. She didn't hate Lando Norris.

She was completely, utterly, irrevocably falling for him.

And judging by the way he looked at her—like she'd hung the moon and stars—he was falling just as hard.

The storm outside had nothing on the one they'd created between them. And for once, Y/N didn't want to run from it.

She wanted to dance in the rain.

The elevator ride to Lando's apartment stretched like an eternity compressed into seconds. Y/N stood beside him, hyperaware of every breath, every slight movement, the space between them crackling with unspoken promises. Her dress still clung damply to her skin, his jacket draped over her shoulders like armor she no longer needed.

Neither spoke. Words had become obsolete, replaced by something more primal, more honest—a language written in glances and trembling hands, in the way he kept looking at her like she might disappear if he blinked.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime that seemed to echo through her bones. Lando's hand found hers, his touch both question and answer, and she let him lead her down the hallway to his door. His fingers fumbled with the keys, a vulnerability in that simple struggle that made her heart clench.

"I can't get the—" he started, frustration coloring his voice.

She took his face in her hands, turning him to look at her. "Breathe."

He did, his eyes closing for a moment, and when they opened again, the raw need in them stole her breath. The lock clicked open.

The apartment was dark, illuminated only by the city lights streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. The storm continued its assault outside, rain painting abstract patterns on the glass, but inside, a different kind of tempest was building.

"Y/N," he said her name like a prayer, like a question, like an answer to something he'd been asking his whole life.

She stepped into him, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling his heartbeat thundering beneath her palms. "I know," she whispered. "I know."

Their mouths met with the inevitability of tides meeting shore—not gentle, but necessary, fundamental. His hands tangled in her still-damp hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss, and she melted into him, years of resistance crumbling like sandcastles before a wave.

They moved together, a dance neither had choreographed but both knew by heart, until her back met the wall. His hands braced on either side of her head, caging her in, but she'd never felt less trapped. This was where she wanted to be—had always wanted to be, if she was honest.

"Do you know," he murmured against her neck, his breath hot against her skin, "how many times I've imagined this? Imagined you here?"

She arched into him, her nails scraping lightly down his back through his wet shirt. "Tell me."

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes dark with something that went deeper than desire. "Every night. Every time you looked at me with fire in your eyes. Every time you walked away and I wanted to follow."

The confession hung between them, heavy with truth. She saw herself reflected in his eyes—not the careful construction she showed the world, but something raw and real and utterly exposed.

"I hated how much I wanted you," she admitted, the words scraping her throat. "Hated how you could look at me and make me forget why I was supposed to keep my distance."

"Why did you?" His thumb traced her jawline with devastating gentleness. "Keep your distance?"

"Because this," she gestured between them, "this terrifies me. You terrify me."

"Why?"

"Because you see me." The words came out broken, honest. "Really see me. And I don't know what to do with that."

He kissed her again, softer this time, like he was trying to tell her something words couldn't capture. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

"I see you," he confirmed. "The real you. The one who's brilliant and stubborn and passionate. The one who fights me because it's easier than admitting we're the same."

"We're not the same," she protested weakly.

"No?" His hand slid down to where her pulse hammered in her throat. "Then why does your heart race when I touch you? Why do you look at me like I'm both your salvation and your damnation?"

She couldn't answer, because he was right. They were two sides of the same coin, two storms destined to collide.

"I'm tired of pretending," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Tired of acting like I don't think about you every moment. Tired of this dance we do."

"Then stop," she challenged, her hands fisting in his shirt. "Stop pretending."

Something shifted in his expression, a wall finally crumbling, and suddenly they were moving again. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her deeper into the apartment. She expected him to head for what she assumed was his bedroom, but instead, he stopped at the sofa, setting her down gently.

"I need to see you," he said, his hands framing her face. "In the light. Need to know this is real."

The city lights painted them in silver and shadow, the storm outside providing a percussion to their heavy breathing. She reached for the hem of his soaked shirt, helping him pull it over his head, her hands mapping the planes of his chest like she was trying to memorize him by touch.

"It's real," she assured him, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. "We're real."

He shuddered beneath her touch, his hands tangling in her hair again. "Say it again."

"We're real," she repeated, punctuating each word with a kiss. "This is real. I'm here."

"Finally," he breathed, the word holding years of longing.

He sat down on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap, the cushions creaking beneath their weight as his mouth crashed into hers with a hunger that left her breathless.His lips were soft yet demanding, and she couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, her hands tangling in his messy curls. The kiss was wet, messy, and fucking perfect, their tongues sliding together in a rhythm that felt like they were trying to consume each other. His hands immediately found her waist, gripping her like he couldn’t believe she was real, like he needed to anchor himself to her.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled against her mouth, his voice rough with lust. “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy. You know that, don’t you?” His hands slid up her body, fingers skimming the sides of her breasts before he palmed them through her dress and lace bra, and she arched into his touch with a gasp. Her nipples were already hard, aching for his attention, and he didn’t waste any time. He pinched them through the fabric, making her cry out, her hips bucking up against him.

Lando pulled back just enough to unzip her dress and take it off in one smooth move, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her tits. They were fucking perfect—full and round, spilling out of her black lace bra like they were begging for his touch. His hands came up to cup them, squeezing gently before his thumbs brushed over her nipples, and she whimpered, her back arching off the sofa.

“These are fucking incredible,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. “I’ve been staring at them all this time, all these years, imagining how they’d feel in my hands. And fuck, Y/N, they’re even better than I dreamed.” He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth through the lace, sucking hard as his hands kneaded the soft flesh. She gasped, her hands fisting in his hair as he gave her other nipple the same treatment, his teeth grazing the peak through the fabric. It was almost too much, the sensation so intense it felt like he was sucking directly on her clit.

He pulled the cups of her bra down, and her tits spilled out, her nipples already hard and begging for his mouth. He didn’t disappoint, his lips wrapping around one nipple again while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. She cried out, her hips grinding against his thigh, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He sucked harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, and she felt like she was on fire, every nerve in her body alight with need.

“Lando, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you. I need you inside me.” He pulled back just enough to look up at her, his eyes full of promise.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmured, his hands still kneading her tits. “I’m not done with these yet.” He leaned down again, this time taking both nipples between his fingers and rolling them roughly, making her cry out. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking and biting as he continued to torture her tits, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter with every touch.

“Lando, please,” she whimpered, her hips moving frantically. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to fill me up.” He groaned, his hands moving to her hips as he pulled her closer, his cock hard and pressing against her thigh.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties. He found her clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. “You want me to fill you up, baby? You want me to give you my fucking cream?” His voice was rough, almost guttural, and it sent shivers down her spine.

“Yes, please, Lando,” she begged, her voice breaking, each word trembling with need. “I need it. I need it so bad.” His response was a low, guttural groan, one that sent shivers down her spine. His fingers slid inside her, slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every inch of her tight, wet heat. When he crooked them against her g-spot, she gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her like a live wire. “Oh god, Lando,” she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders so hard she might’ve left marks. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, the sensation so intense it felt like she was being pulled apart and put back together all at once.

He didn’t stop, didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. Instead, he fucked her through her climax, his fingers moving in and out of her with a rhythm that had her crying out his name over and over. She could feel herself unraveling, her body trembling with aftershocks as he pushed her higher, driving her toward another peak before she’d even come down from the first. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured against her neck, his voice rough and full of admiration. “Let go for me. Let me feel how much you need this.” His words, so filthy and tender at the same time, made her whimper, her hips bucking against his hand as if begging for more.

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as she gasped for air, her body completely overwhelmed by the sensations he was wringing from her. His lips found hers, and the kiss was wild, desperate, his tongue sliding against hers as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. He swallowed every sound she made, his free hand gripping her hip so tightly she knew she’d bruise, and the thought of his marks on her skin only made her wetter.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N,” he growled against her mouth, his voice ragged with need. “The way you’re clenching around my fingers—fuck, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her pussy tightening around his fingers as her orgasm built again, faster this time, more intense. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she clung to him. “Please, Lando, don’t stop. Make me come again. I need it. I need you.”

He didn’t disappoint, his fingers moving faster now, harder, his thumb brushing against her clit as he fucked her relentlessly. She could feel her orgasm building, a coiled tension in her belly that threatened to snap. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. “Come for me. Let me see how much you need this.” And then she was there, her body convulsing as she came with a scream, her pussy clenching around his fingers like a vice. He didn’t stop, didn’t let her catch her breath, just kept pushing her higher, until she was gasping for air, her body trembling with the force of her release.

He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. “You taste so fucking good, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low and full of desire. 

“But I’m not done with you yet.” He stood up, pulling her with him, and she felt his cock press against her stomach, hard and thick and ready. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”

She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pushed her panties down and kicked them aside. He spun her around, bending her over the back of the sofa, and she felt his cock press against her entrance, the tip already slick with her wetness.

“Please, Lando,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please fuck me. I need you so bad.” He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed inside her, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into the sofa as he bottomed out, the stretch almost too much.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he started to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. She gasped, her pussy clenching around him as he set a brutal pace, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“Oh god, Lando,” she moaned, her head falling forward as he fucked her harder, faster, his cock filling her up so perfectly she thought she might come again just from the feel of him inside her.

“You feel so fucking good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.” He groaned, his hands moving to her tits, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her, his hips slamming against her ass with a force that made her see stars.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You take my cock so fucking good. I’m going to fill you up, baby. I’m going to give you every fucking drop.” His words sent a thrill through her, her pussy clenching around him as she felt her third orgasm building.

“Please, Lando, I’m so close,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as her hands gripped the back of the sofa, her knuckles turning white. His cock slammed into her relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust, making her see stars. Her pussy clenched around him, so tight it was almost unbearable, and she could feel her orgasm building, coiling in her belly like a spring ready to snap.

“I need you to fill me up,” she begged, her voice trembling with desperation. “I need to feel you come inside me.” 

His response was a low growl, his hips driving into her with even more force, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knew there’d be marks. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice rough and full of need. “You’re so fucking tight. I can feel you milking my cock already, baby. You want my cum that bad?” His words were filthy, so raw they sent shivers down her spine, and she whimpered, her pussy clenching around him as if to answer. 

“Yes, yes, Lando, please,” she gasped, her body trembling as she hovered on the edge of climax.

“I need it. I need you to fill me up. I want to feel you spilling inside me, marking me as yours.” Her words seemed to unleash something in him, because he fucked her even harder, his cock driving in and out of her with a desperation that matched her own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and her broken cries. 

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he growled, his voice guttural, almost primal. “You’re always going to be mine.” His words, so possessive, so full of raw emotion, pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice. He didn’t stop, didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath, just kept fucking her through her climax.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” he murmured, his voice rough with admiration.

“Let me feel how much you need this.” His hands moved to her tits, squeezing and kneading them as he continued to thrust into her, his cock hitting her g-spot with unerring precision. She could feel him swelling inside her, his release so close she could almost taste it.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he promised, his voice low and full of intent. “I’m going to give you every fucking drop.” 

“Please, Lando,” she cried, her voice breaking as she clung to the sofa, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure.

“I need it. I need you.” He groaned, his hips slamming into her one last time before he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her. She could feel him spilling into her, hot and thick, and she moaned, her pussy clenching around him as her own orgasm peaked again, drawing every last drop from him. 

Lando stayed buried inside her, his cock still pulsing softly as their bodies remained locked together. The air around them was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, their breaths ragged and mingling in the stillness. Her back was still arched over the sofa, her hands gripping the edge for support, but now his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close, anchoring her to him. He pressed his chest to her back, his lips finding the curve of her neck, and the tenderness of the gesture made her shiver. 

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice raw and husky, yet so full of affection it made her heart ache. His fingers traced delicate patterns along her hips, and she could feel the way he trembled against her, his own body still catching up with the intensity of what they’d shared.

“You don’t even know, do you? What you do to me?” His words were soft, almost reverent, and they sent a warmth spreading through her chest. 

She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat, replaced by a soft, breathless moan. It was part plea, part prayer, and he seemed to understand, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

“I know,” he whispered against her skin, his lips brushing her shoulder. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

The endearment, tender amidst the raw passion they’d just shared, nearly undid her. This was Lando—her obsession, her undoing—holding her like she was something fragile and sacred, even as his body still pulsed inside hers. His hands moved to her stomach, splaying across her skin like he wanted to memorize every inch of her.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed, his voice rough with admiration. “I could stay like this forever, just... feeling you. Being inside you.”

She turned her head slightly, seeking his gaze, and when their eyes met, she saw herself reflected in his—wild, free, utterly transformed. “Don’t look away,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm.

“I need to see you. Need to know you’re still here with me.” His hand moved to her cheek, brushing away a strand of hair, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. 

“There you are,” he said, his voice so tender it made her chest tighten.

“There’s my girl.” The possessive endearment should have made her bristle, but instead, it settled something in her soul, a piece she hadn’t realized was missing. She felt claimed, yes, but also cherished, like she was his in a way that went beyond the physical. 

“Yours,” she whispered, the word slipping out like a secret, a promise. And it was—a surrender and a claim all at once. 

He kissed her then, his lips soft against hers, and she melted into it, her body still trembling with aftershocks. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her gently, and she could feel him hardening inside her again, his cock stirring as if it couldn’t bear to be separated from her. 

She gasped softly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of their passion. "That was..." she started, her voice breathless and unsteady, her hands still gripping the edge of the sofa for support as she tried to find the right words. But nothing seemed adequate, nothing could capture the intensity of what they’d just shared.

"Yeah," Lando murmured, his voice low and rough, his chest still pressed to her back, his hands splayed possessively over her hips. His breath was warm against her neck as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her hair. His hips shifted slightly, still buried deep inside her, and she felt a shiver run through her.

"It was, baby." His words were soft, but they carried a weight that made her chest tighten.

Her fingers traced idle patterns across his forearm, marveling at the way his skin felt against hers, at the way he held her like she was something precious. The walls between them had crumbled, and she was still trying to process it—the raw vulnerability, the honesty, the way he had claimed her body and soul.

"What happens now?" she whispered, her voice so quiet it was almost lost in the stillness of the room. Her body was still pressed against his, their connection unbroken, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to let go of this moment—of him.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer, as if he could sense her uncertainty. "Now," he said, his voice firm but gentle, "we stop pretending. No more games, no more dancing around this. We stop wasting time." His lips brushed her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. "Unless," he added, a teasing edge creeping into his voice, "you’re planning to hate me again tomorrow?"

She almost laughed at the absurdity of it. How could she hate him when he held her like this? When his touch made her feel more alive than she’d ever been? When she could still feel him inside her, their bodies utterly entwined? "I never hated you," she admitted softly, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

"I hated how you made me feel. Out of control. Vulnerable." Her voice wavered slightly, and she felt his hands tighten on her hips, grounding her.

"And now?" he asked, his voice smooth and low, his lips trailing up her neck to press a kiss just below her ear.

She hesitated, taking stock of her scattered defenses, the walls she’d spent so long building now lying in ruins around them. "Now," she said, her voice steadier this time, "I think maybe control is overrated."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, and she felt it vibrate through her. "There she is," he murmured, his voice full of admiration. "The Y/N I fell for. The one brave enough to admit what she wants."

Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned her head slightly, trying to catch his gaze. "You fell for me?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, and she hated how vulnerable she sounded.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes, and the intensity in his gaze made her heart stutter. "Sweetheart," he said, the endearment rolling off his tongue like he’d been saying it for years, "I’ve been falling for you since the day we met. I just got tired of hitting the ground alone."

Her eyes burned with unshed tears, and she blinked them back, but he noticed, his thumb catching one that escaped. "Hey," he said softly, his voice gentle, "what’s this?"

"I wasted so much time," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Fighting this. Fighting you."

"No," he corrected, his voice firm but tender. He pulled her closer, his hands moving to wrap around her waist, his body still pressed against hers. "We both did what we needed to do. Maybe we weren’t ready before. Maybe we needed the fire to forge us into something stronger."

She shifted slightly, her body still connected to his, and with a soft, almost reluctant push, she eased him out of her. The sensation of his cock sliding free made her breath catch, her pussy feeling suddenly empty, as if it already missed the heat and fullness of him. He groaned softly, his hands gripping her hips as if he didn’t want to let go, but she turned in his arms, settling back against the sofa until his now-softening cock rested lightly on her lower belly, the weight of it a reminder of what they’d just shared. Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers brushing over the damp skin, before she cupped his face and kissed him—slowly, deeply, pouring everything she couldn’t say into the contact. When they broke apart, she felt something settle in her chest, a rightness she’d never experienced before. His breath was warm against her lips, his eyes searching hers, and in that moment, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.

When they broke apart, she felt something settle in her chest, a rightness she’d never experienced before.

"I want to try," she said, her voice steady now. "No more games, no more pretending."

"Good," he said, his voice low and full of promise. His hands moved to cup her face, his eyes locked on hers. "Because I’m not letting you go now. You’re stuck with me, Y/N."

"Promises, promises," she teased, but her heart was in her throat.

He smiled, that boyish grin she’d seen glimpses of before, but now it was directed at her with such open affection that it made her chest ache. "I don’t make promises I can’t keep," he said seriously, his thumb brushing her cheek. "And I promise you this—I’m going to spend every day showing you that this was worth the wait. That we were worth the wait."

She believed him. For the first time in her life, she let herself believe in something as dangerous and beautiful as love.

[vampelic]

# . BUT DADDY…⠀⠀✧

‎ ‎ ❤︎ ‎ 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇ʼ𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽

𝑓─── olderboyf!jay ㅈ f!rea ✶ smut ⏜ daddy kink finger fucking pussy slapping petnames jay’s a tiinnyy bit mean ✿ 𝐜𝓲𝐞𝓁 ｡ ⠀

REBLOG4 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𓏼 ◜ ᴗ ◝ 𓏼

YOU NEVER meant to say it.

really, you didn’t.

but jay’s hand was on your thigh, warm and heavy, his voice was low in your ear, and he looked too good in that black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. two drinks in, and you were already so gone for him. tipsy and light, fingers fidgeting with the silver chain around his neck while you sat sideways across his lap at some rooftop party you barely remembered getting invited to.

he hadn’t even kissed you yet. not tonight. not since he said “be good while i talk to heeseung” and you waited like you were told. didn’t interrupt, didn’t whine, didn’t tug at his shirt or lean into him too much even though every part of you ached to.

so when he finally pulled you back into his lap, one big hand curving around your waist and the other resting over your bare thigh like he owned it—you melted.

and that’s when it slipped out.

“you’re so pretty, daddy,” you whispered, barely realizing it left your mouth.

everything stopped.

his thumb twitched against your leg. his head tilted slightly, the chain you’d been toying with catching the light.

“say that again,” he said, softly. calmly.

your heart skipped. “say what?”

he didn’t smile. didn’t blink. just leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath when he murmured, “that word you just used. say it again.”

you swallowed. your fingers curled tighter around his chain.

“…daddy.”

the effect was immediate. his grip tightened. his eyes dropped to your mouth, then lower—trailing down your body like he was counting every curve, every inch that belonged to him.

his next words were growled.

“fuck. you really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

now, you’re on your back.

legs spread wide, panties shoved aside, dress bunched around your waist—and jay’s fingers buried deep inside you. his knee presses to the couch cushion beside your hip, keeping him steady as he works you open, slow and deep, like he’s making a point.

“you say something like that in public,” he says, voice low, “and you expect me not to lose my mind?”

your fingers curl into the cushion. your body jerks with every press of his fingers—two of them, thick and wet and curling up into that spot that makes you tremble.

“i didn’t mean to—i swear—”

“but you did.” he leans in closer, free hand gripping your jaw, tilting your head back until you have no choice but to look at him. “you said it so pretty. like you wanted me to hear it.”

you whimper. his thumb brushes your clit once—barely there—and your hips jolt.

“god, you’re soaked,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “fuckin’ knew it. my good girl’s been thinking about it. calling me daddy. getting ruined for it.”

“i have,” you breathe, desperate. “i have—”

“yeah?” his voice dips even lower. “what else do you think about, huh? me talking to someone else while you sit there lookin’ all innocent on my lap? wondering when i’m finally gonna take you home and fuck the brat out of you?”

you moan, back arching. his fingers pick up pace, wet and messy now, the sound of it obscene.

“you like when i call you that?” he asks, cocky now. “my little brat. my needy baby. my filthy girl who can’t even sit still on my fingers without grinding down.”

you can’t even form a word. it’s just gasps, whimpers, every muscle in your body coiled and tight.

he laughs—dark and dangerous. “say it again.”

you’re not sure what he means, but then his fingers go even deeper, and your head falls back, voice breaking—

“daddy—!”

and just like that, he groans.

“there she is.”

he pulls his fingers out just to slap your pussy once—light, but enough to make you cry out.

“don’t stop. say it again.”

“daddy—daddy, please—”

“mmh.” he kisses the side of your face. “such a perfect little mess for me.”

you sob when he shoves his fingers back in, harder this time. the rhythm is relentless, perfect. your thighs start to shake, and jay watches with fire in his eyes as you fall apart, clenching around his fingers and chanting that one word like it’s the only thing you know.

and even when it’s over—when you’re a trembling mess, face buried in his shoulder, body twitching from the aftershocks—he doesn’t stop.

he cups your jaw again, tilting your face toward his.

“that wasn’t even close to what you’re getting tonight,” he says, voice rough. “you call me daddy, you better be ready to handle all of me.”

and the way you whimper? wrecked and eager and soaked again already?

he knows you are.

[barnesonly]

i loved grumpy x sunshine! can we get more of it? bucky’s just a big doberman who loves his sweet precious baby girl more than anything

yes I absolutely love their dynamic and BIG DOBERMAN energy is so spot on!! here’s protective Bucky *wink wink*

Sink in

grumpy!bucky barnes x sunshine!reader

summary: you go on an undercover mission with Bucky who gets overprotective and… jealous?

word count: 2771

WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content, MDNI. curse words, dirty talk, praise kink, PiV, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, mirror sex, breeding, possessive behavior, mutual desperation, fully consensual by both parties although not explicitly stated.

You didn’t need to be told twice to smile — it came naturally to you.

Even undercover in a tight red dress and uncomfortable heels, walking into an event filled with arms dealers and corrupt diplomats, you smiled like you had nothing to fear.

Bucky hated it.

“You’re drawing attention.” he muttered under his breath, large hand on the small of your back. “You walk in like that and every asshole in here’s gonna think you’re available.”

You bumped his hip with yours. “That’s kind of the point, grump. You’re supposed to look like you’re here with your arm candy.”

“I don’t like the idea of being bait.” he muttered.

“You’re not bait,” you said with a smile that could melt titanium. “I am.”

Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s even worse.”

Your relationship with Bucky wasn’t simple. He didn’t flirt. He didn’t tease. He grunted. He rolled his eyes. He glared at anyone who looked at you too long. You weren’t dating. Not officially. You hadn’t kissed, hadn’t crossed that line.

But you’d shared motel rooms. Shared food. Watched old movies on scratched discs in safehouses, shoulders brushing in the dark. You’d woken up more than once with your legs tangled under a too-small blanket and his arm slung heavy across your stomach.

You called him “grump” and he let you. You made him coffee just the way he liked it — Black, one tablespoon of sugar— even when he never asked.

He called you doll once, under his breath, when he didn’t know you were listening. And when things got dangerous, when missions got ugly, when people came too close — Bucky stopped being silent. He turned brutal. Fierce.

Protective.

Of you.

You weren’t sure what that meant. You weren’t lovers. But you weren’t just teammates either.

Sometimes, when you caught him staring too long — at your mouth, at your bare shoulder, at your smile — you thought maybe… maybe he felt it too.

The pull.

The way the air shifted between you like something unsaid was pressing against both your ribs.

But he never made a move.

Never crossed the line.

So you didn’t either. You stayed in that strange in-between — close, but not close enough.

But tonight?

When he was here with you in that goddamn tailored suit? Gods be good — it was getting difficult. Very difficult to not get close.

You continued your undercover mission, glancing at Bucky who was watching just from around the corner.

Everything was going fine — until it wasn’t.

You were halfway through your flirtatious distraction with a smug suit named Anton when something shifted. You felt it before you saw it — the way Bucky stiffened across the room, how his gaze locked onto yours like a damn hawk.

Anton’s hand brushed your bare arm. Too high.

Bucky moved.

Not walked. Not jogged.

Moved. Like a fucking missile.

By the time Anton leaned in to whisper something vile in your ear, Bucky was already there.

His metal arm was around your waist before you could blink, yanking you back against his chest as his other hand slammed Anton back into the velvet booth.

“She’s not yours to touch.” he growled, low and deadly.

Anton sputtered, caught off guard. “She said—she was just—”

“I don’t care what she said,” Bucky snapped. “You don’t lay a hand on her.”

“Bucky—” you started, cheeks warm, heart hammering. You weren’t sure If you felt embarrassed or flustered… or maybe it was both?

“No.” His voice was sharp, eyes never leaving the guy’s face. “You don’t touch her unless she asks you to. Got it?”

Anton nodded, wide-eyed, hands raised. Bucky didn’t let go of your waist.

Not even when the man scurried away like a kicked dog. Not even when the music returned to full volume and the mission resumed.

He held you tight against him, breathing hard.

You looked up at him, that same soft smile on your face. “You okay, soldier?”

His jaw was clenched tight. “Don’t do that again.”

“What?”

“Let someone else put their hands on you.”

You blinked, voice lowering. “It was part of the mission.”

“Don’t care.” His grip tightened slightly. “Next time anyone tries that, I’m breaking more than their pride.”

And just like that — it was silent between you.

Hot.

Tense.

Buzzing with a line you hadn’t crossed yet, but you were so close.

Then he leaned down, mouth brushing your ear.

“You’re mine to protect. You get that?”

Your breath caught.

You nodded.

And from the way his hand slipped down your hip, lingering like he needed to feel you were safe, you knew the mission wasn’t the only thing getting dangerously close to explosive.

You watched him leave and soon as you made sure Bucky made his way back to his spot, talking with some other men you rushed to find the bathroom, your breath still caught in your throat, panic raising with every passing moment.

The second the door to the staff’s restroom clicked shut behind you, you exhaled.

Not calmly. Not softly.

You practically collapsed against the sink, palms flat on the cool porcelain as your shoulders slumped forward.

Your heart was still racing, and it wasn’t just the mission.

It was him.

God, it was always him.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, the bass from the club thudding through the floor beneath your heels.

You looked like yourself.

The flirty dress. The soft smile still trying to recover. But inside, you were buzzing. And tired. And confused. And a little bit angry.

Because Bucky had done it again.

The jealousy, the possessiveness — the way he’d shoved that man like he was seconds from pulling the trigger, growling like a feral thing with the words that basically said “don’t touch what’s mine.”

But then, as always, he’d walked away like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t just claim you in front of a room full of people and then leave you standing there, heart pounding, body still warm from his hands.

You felt like a fool. You closed your eyes. Let out a slow breath. You weren’t weak. You weren’t. You’d handled worse.

But not this.

Not him.

You had no idea what the hell you were to Bucky Barnes.

Some days, he looked at you like you were his only peace in this godforsaken world. Other days, he barely spoke — only snapped when you got too close to danger or when someone else looked at you too long. He’d touch you — your waist, your back, your wrist when he needed to pull you out of the way — but he never stayed.

Never kissed you.

Never said anything.

You opened your eyes again and muttered to your reflection:

“Just say it, man. Just say it. Either you want me or you don’t.”

Your voice cracked, and you hated it.

Because you were tired. Tired of feeling like you belonged to someone who didn’t want to belong back.

You didn’t even hear the door open. You only felt it — the sudden shift in the air behind you. The presence. Heavy. Quiet. Familiar.

Then the low voice:

“Why’d you run?”

You turned slowly. Bucky stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed, filling the frame like a storm you hadn’t seen coming.

“I didn’t run.” you said, trying for casual. It came out thin.

“You disappeared.”

“I needed air.”

“You could’ve told me.”

Your hands clenched. “Oh, so now I’m supposed to tell you where I go, too?”

His jaw ticked. “That’s not what I—”

“God, Bucky, what are we?”

The words exploded out of you before you could stop them. Your voice trembled, but your spine stayed straight. “Because one second you’re pushing guys off me like you own me, and the next it’s like nothing happened. You look at me like you… like you want me. But you never say it. Never do anything. And I’m so – so damn tired of guessing!”

Silence. It pressed thick between you, heavy enough to crush. His stare didn’t waver. But his shoulders had dropped just slightly, and something vulnerable flickered behind his eyes.

You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling. “Do you even know what you want from me?”

He didn’t move for a second. Then he stepped forward — slow, deliberate.

“I want you safe.” he said quietly.

You scoffed. “That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I can say without crossing a line I can’t come back from.”

Your heart skipped. “So cross it.”

His jaw clenched.

“Cross it.” You repeated, as If you were daring him.

He was in front of you in a breath, eyes wild, hands reaching out and gripping the counter on either side of your hips, caging you in. His body hovered, close but not touching. You could feel the heat of him. Smell the leather and sweat and something so distinctly him that your knees nearly buckled.

His hands left the counter and grabbed your waist instead, yanking you flush against his chest. You barely had a second to gasp before his mouth was on yours — rough, devouring, starving. He kissed you like a man possessed. Like he’d been holding this in for months. Maybe he had.

You whimpered into his mouth, hands fisting the front of his suit as he pushed you back until your spine hit the cold bathroom wall.

“Fuck,” he muttered between kisses. “You don’t get it, do you?”

You gasped as his lips moved down to your neck, sucking a mark right under your ear. “G-Get what?”

His grip tightened on your hips. “That every time someone touches you, I want to break their fucking hands. That I can’t sleep unless I know you’re okay. That I’ve been dying to do this.”

He ground his hips into yours and you felt it — thick, hard, desperate. You moaned.

“This what you wanted, doll?” he growled against your throat.

You nodded, breathless. “Yes—God, yes—”

He spun you around, pressing your front against the sink as his hand shoved your dress up roughly over your hips. You let out a breathy gasp, the cool air hitting your thighs.

“No more running,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. His hand cupped between your legs through your soaked panties, his fingers rubbing your wet heat. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“Yours,” you breathed. “I’ve always been yours—”

He growled something filthy under his breath — you only caught good girl — and then he was pulling your panties down and freeing himself from his pants. You looked up just in time to see your own wrecked reflection in the mirror.

He caught your eye there. Held it. One hand flat on your stomach, the other guiding himself to your entrance.

He teased your slick folds with his cock first, making you moan and gasp, your body moved in anticipation and he let out a dark chuckle.

“Please,” you whispered. “Need you, Bucky—just… need you.”

That was all it took.

He thrust into you in one sharp motion and you cried out, hand slamming against the mirror to steady yourself. He filled you completely, thick and pulsing inside, and didn’t give you a second to adjust — just started pounding into you like he was making up for every moment he hadn’t touched you before.

“Fuck—tight little pussy—been dreamin’ about this,” he groaned, metal hand gripping your hip so hard you’d have bruises tomorrow. His other hand grabbed your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Look at you. Fuckin’ perfect.”

Your moans bounced off the walls — you barely cared who heard. His thrusts were deep, punishing, filthy.

And he wouldn’t shut up.

“Not letting you flirt with those assholes again,” he snarled, eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “You wanna act like bait? Fine. But I’m the one who gets to fuck you after.”

You clenched around him at his words and he felt it.

“Oh, baby. You like that, huh? You like when I get mean for you?”

“Y-Yes—fuck, Bucky—please—”

He brought his hand down and smacked your ass, not hard, just enough to make you yelp. “That’s right. This pussy’s mine.”

“Yours,” you sobbed. “All yours—”

He reached around and rubbed tight circles on your clit, hips never faltering. You were unraveling fast, so fast, the pleasure built from weeks — months — of wanting this.

You came hard, body shaking against the sink as he kept fucking you through it, murmuring praises into your ear. Good girl. So sweet. So fuckin’ good for me.

When he was close, he pulled out just long enough to flip you around and lift you onto the sink. You gasped as your back hit the mirror, legs spreading on instinct.

He slid back in easily, growling into your mouth as he kissed you again — slower now, but no less intense.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered against your lips. “Mine, doll. Say it again.”

“Yours,” you gasped. “Only yours.”

He came with a groan, forehead pressed to yours, hips twitching as he filled you deep, his seed spreading inside of your walls.

And then — silence.

Just breathing. Just heat. Just the faint bass of the music still thumping beyond the door, as if none of it mattered. The rush, the blinding pressure of it all started to fade — and Bucky was the first to come down from it.

You were still boneless, leaning back against the mirror with your legs dangling over the edge of the sink, dress wrinkled, panties somewhere on the damn floor.

And Bucky… looked like he’d seen a ghost.

His hands were still on your thighs, but barely. Like he was afraid to touch you now.

His chest was heaving, jaw tight, eyes flickering between your face and the door behind him, like he wasn’t sure whether to kiss you again or bolt.

You gave a small, lazy smile. “Hey.”

His eyes locked onto yours.

You reached up, brushed a strand of hair off his forehead. “You okay?”

“I—shit,” he mumbled, stepping back just enough to give you space. “Shit, I—did I hurt you?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What? No—”

“I was rough. Too rough.” His metal hand hovered near your waist but didn’t land. “You didn’t even—fuck, we didn’t talk, I didn’t even ask, I just—”

“Bucky,” you said, soft but firm. “Look at me.”

He did. Slowly.

Your smile was still there. Warm. Safe.

The look on your face didn’t match the apocalypse going off in his head. If anything, you looked… happy. Messy, flushed, glowing — and happy.

“I would’ve stopped you,” you said gently. “I would’ve said no if I didn’t want it this way.”

He exhaled hard, running a hand down his face like he didn’t believe you could possibly be real.

You reached for him again and tugged him back between your knees. “Bucky. I wanted it,” you said, more seriously now. “I’ve wanted you. For so long. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

His hands settled on your hips, gentler this time. His head bowed.

“…I’ve never had anyone like you,” he said quietly. “I don’t know how to… be.”

Your heart squeezed.

You brought his hand — the flesh one — to your cheek, nuzzling into it. “I know… You were perfect, Bucky.”

A few moments passed in silence.

Then he cleared his throat. “You should… uh. Let me clean you up.”

You laughed softly. “What, getting shy now?”

He flushed. The Bucky Barnes blushing? You were keeping that in your pocket forever.

“I just—yeah, lemme take care of you, okay?” he muttered.

He grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser, ran one under warm water, and returned with a careful, almost reverent look.

He was quiet as he cleaned you up — too quiet. Focused. Gentle.

You tilted his chin up so he’d look at you again. “I’m not gonna break, Buck.”

“I know,” he said, smiling faintly. “But you’re still my doll.”

You blinked, surprised by how soft he sounded saying it out loud — like it slipped out without permission.

“…You’ve never called me that to my face before.”

He shrugged, looking away. “Didn’t want you to know how gone I was.”

He helped you off the counter and found your underwear with a grunt, slipping them into your hand with an adorably sheepish look.

You both fixed yourselves up, and when you opened the door, the gala still raged on like nothing happened.

But something had changed.

Because Bucky took your hand — not just to lead you out, not just for safety.

He held it.

And he didn’t let go.