#Lambo legs

[propertyofwicked]

FIRST - LN

lando discovers his bestfriends little sister is a virgin, and will stop at no lengths to change that (and ruin her for anyone else)

warnings: smut!! MDNI!! virgin reader, fewtrell!sister, mostly soft smut with a small innocence kink

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“ok, y/n - truth or dare?” ria asked the girl from across the circle they sat in on the floor of max’s living room.

being so close in age to her older brother, y/n fewtrell fit in well with his friendship group, often preferring to hang out with them over her own friends. a few others were dotted around the house, P and a couple girls using the kitchen. they were all due to head to a club soon, only using max’s house to pre drink as he lived closest.

“truth,” she responded, giggling slightly as the alcohol began to turn her tipsy - not drunk, just jolly she had told max when he last checked on her.

“where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” ria asked, giggling to herself at the rest of the group laughed, turning to face y/n for her answer. she went silent, heat rising her face gradually. her eyes scanned the group, everyone staring expectantly at her - only max avoided her gaze, looking at his phone to queue songs to the playlist.

“i- uh, well i guess i…haven’t?” she replied, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. she didn’t know why she was so embarrassed - she was 19, almost 20, and it seemed that everyone around her was coupled up, or at least active in that department. and, it hadn’t been through lack of trying, every man she had almost been with had found out and used it to get to who she was related to - and subsequently, lando - or gave her the ick before they got the chance to.

“what do you mean you haven’t?!” niran had laughed out, he hadn’t meant to laugh, he just couldn’t believe it.

“i ju-”

“ok can we stop quizzing my little sister on her sex life? please,” max interrupted, y/n sighing out a breath of relief when they finally moved to the next person. her eyes scouted across the group of people, glad to see them all distracted and no longer giving her the sympathy eyes over her pathetic excuse of a love life.

in her embarrassment, however, y/n missed the way lando’s eyes had darted to look at her when she had answered, missing the way they darkened slightly at the revelation. he shook the thoughts plaguing his mind away, focusing on keeping his face neutral as he watched the blush rising her cheeks.

she didn’t miss the way his eyes followed her as she snuck out the room, however. she’d hope no one would notice her sneaking into the kitchen, smiling at P before swiping a bottle of something and heading to the garden, legs landing gracefully to sit on a step.

this was not the first time she had dwelled on this, but this time, she could at least comfort the blow of her overactive brain by drinking - or so she thought. as not a moment after she’d removed the cap, the bottle was being snatched from her hands and closely inspected by a man towering above her crouched body.

“this smells like ass, y/n - are you sure you wanna drink it?” lando asked her, lowering himself to sit on the step next to her. the sky was darkening, stars filling the vast blackness.

“yes im sure, thanks dad,” she mocked him, arms reaching over to snatch the bottle from him, but once again, he moved his arm out, stretching the bottle further from her reach.

“nuh uh!” lando said, shaking his head, “only when you tell me why you intend on drinking what im sure is the finest bottle of… £3.99 vodka - jesus, £3.99?”

“sorry mister ‘owns-2-mclarens-and-a-lambo’,” she replied, leaning further into his side in a desperate bid to get the bottle back - she wasn’t even sure she wanted to drink it anymore, she just wanted something to fiddle with when lando eventually forced her to talk to him.

“didn’t answer my question, darlin’” he told her, placing the bottle besides him as he removed one of his threaded bracelets, placing it in her exposed palm.

oh he knew her a little too well.

“i jus- no it’s so stupid,” she conceded, the bracelet twisting around her fingers. she stared directly at it, refusing to meet lando’s intense gaze.

“bet it’s not,” he told her, moving an arm to wrap around her when he felt the chill air brush his own skin.

“you know what’s worse than having to announce to your friends that you’re a lonely little virgin that no one wants? being the lonely little virgin. it’s so fucking embarrassing - i’m 19, hell i’m nearly 20 and when everyone around you has someone in their life, it’s so hard not to feel so behind in your own life, to feel completely unlovable, to constantly feel like there’s something wrong with you,” she breathed out, still refusing to make eye contact with the man besides her.

lando took in a deep breath, choosing his next words so carefully. his hand reached up to her chin, turning her face to look up at his.

“y/n, you are not unlovable, you’re not falling behind in life and there is certainly nothing wrong with you,” he told her, his tone harsh in attempt to knock some sense into her. she shook her head at him in disbelief, his hand dropping back to his side.

“see, i really want to believe you but the evidence isn’t really stacking up in support of your argument. if that was true, i probably wouldn’t be sat in my brother’s back garden throwing myself a pity party.”

“i think your brother might’ve had a part to play in this, if im honest y/n,” lando said, slipping up slightly. she paused at his words, before her head shot round to look at him again.

“what? what do you mean max has something do with the fact no one wants me?”

“it’s not that no one wants you, y/n,” he sighed at her again before giving in, realising he’d already said too much to stop now, “it’s just that max has a bad habit of… threatening anyone who even mentions you in that way?” he added, his tone making it sound like he wasn’t even sure himself.

“threatening them?” she repeated, anger beginning to bubble up in her stomach.

“he’s only actually hit 2 of them - hell even ive had a close call with his fist a few times,” lando laughed, before realising what he’d indirectly admitted to. luckily, neither of them had time to dwell on it before the man in question popped his head round the door.

“what are you two losers doing out here?” he joked, before sensing some tension being thrown his way, “whatever, we’re leaving in a minute if you wanna get ready?”

“no thanks,” y/n told him, pushing herself up and beginning to walk past him.

“huh?” max replied, confused.

“i said, no thanks. wouldn’t wanna risk you punching anyone who shows the slightest interest in me,” she added, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him. she turned quickly on her heel, walking off, ignoring the group as she trailed up to the spare bedroom.

the two boys shared a look between them, lando’s face holding that of apology whilst max’s was gradually moving to infuriated.

“what did you tell her?” max asked him, jaw clenching slightly.

“i didn’t mean to,” lando replied, throwing his arms out slightly as he stood up, “i just thought she ought to know that the reason boys don’t go for her is not because she is completely unlovable.”

“she said that?” max asked, startled slightly at the comment, “she thought she was unlovable?”

lando said nothing, throwing a simple nod at him before brushing past him and making his way to the front door.

y/n laid in her bed, her mind racing through the conversation with lando, like a record on repeat. she’d heard the rest of them leave the house almost an hour ago, leaving her to lay with her own thoughts once more.

there was nothing wrong with her, max just threatened anyone who came too close to her.

max had punched 2 guys who had tried to get with her.

max had tried to punch lando - wait, why had he tried to punch lando?

the sound of the front door opening, then quickly shutting again drew her from her thoughts, a natural panic spreading through her veins.

“hello?” she called out, confused as to who could be walking in the house right now. there was no response for a moment, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs filled the silence.

“it’s just me, baby,” a voice called out, the childhood nickname letting her know it was lando approaching her bedroom. the name used to be max and lando’s attempt to tease the girl, calling her a baby when she cried after dropping her ice cream. that was when she was 7, but 13 years later, the nickname still stuck. somewhere along the line, the name had turned from mimicking to a term of endearment, blurring the lines of their friendship every time he called out to her.

“oh thank god, i thought you were a murderer,” she joked, her breathing easing as his head poked around the door, eyes meeting hers.

“you thought i was a murderer and chose to shout ‘hello’? brave, or stupid?” lando joked back.

“never let them know your next move,” y/n replied with a shrug, before noticing the way one of lando’s hands remained hidden behind the door, “whatcha got there?” she asked him, the way one would ask a dog who had something they shouldn’t.

“depends, are you gonna be nice to me?” he shot back.

“me? im always nice to you, lan,” an innocent smile built on her face.

“tell that to the scar on my back.”

“tell the scar on your back to get over it, it was 10 years ago,” she snorted as he moved further into the door frame.

“no ice cream for you then,” lando replied, smirking at her as he shrugged.

“you got ice cream?” she asked, eyes widening at him.

“thought you might wanna watch a film and forget about tonight with a flurry.”

“gimme,” y/n said, making grabby hands that would’ve been embarrassing had she not already had the worst night of her life.

“nuh uh, not until you’re nice to m-”

“oh get over here you drama queen,” she groaned at him, patting the spot next to her on the bed. lando would never say no to her, giving in so easily as he climbed under the blanket, an arm falling naturally behind her head as he did.

he began fiddling with the tv remote, scrolling through netflix for something to watch. y/n leant further into his embrace, her head settling lightly on his chest as she looked up at him.

“lan - why didn’t you stay at the club?” she asked quietly, fighting the urge to fiddle with her fingers, nervous at the thought of insinuating that he’d want to spend his evening with her instead.

“clubs are only good when you’re drunk,” lando replied with a shrug, eyes still focused on the tv, “id rather just be the designated driver and still be able to get up for training in the morning.”

his eyes flitted down at her quickly, glad she’d returned her gaze to the screen as if he’d seen her wide eyes staring up at him, lando doubted he’d be able to control himself. what she’d revealed earlier still flew around his brain as he fought desperately to shake away any thoughts of taking her innocence, ruining her for anyone else. god, he felt like a creep.

the two fell into a comfortable silence, both of them appearing to focus on the film playing in front of them. lando’s hand remained tightly around her waist, his hand moving beneath her shirt slightly for his fingers to trace circles into her skin. her head remained on his chest, each breath taking in the lingering smell of his aftershave.

“lan?” she broke the silence again, looking up at him once again.

“yes, baby?” he replied, eyes never straying from the screen.

“what did you mean earlier when you said max had even tried to punch you?”

his head shot down to look at her, feeling himself crumble slightly as her eyes stared widely up at him, her tired voice drawing him further into the trap. he could lie, tell her it was a misunderstanding. or he could tell her the truth, and pray it didn’t destroy his entire friendship with the fewtrell siblings.

“when you told me i wasn’t unlovable earlier, you really meant…” she asked, filling in for his silence. she trailed off at the end of her sentence, unwilling to get her hopes up.

“yeah.. so about that,” he said, trying to regain his confidence. she hit at his chest lightly, pushing herself to sit up and look at his face clearer than ever.

“how long?” she asked him with unwavering eye contact.

“longer than i want to admit,” lando replied, smiling at her awkwardly, “and i understand if you don’t fe-”

“kiss me.”

“wha-”

“you heard me,” she told him before joining their lips apprehensively. it started off slow, both testing the waters before falling into a steady pace. his tongue swiped her bottom lip softly, deepening the kiss as his hand raised to hold her jaw. she stifled a moan, embarrassed at the way her body was reacting to the slightest touch.

“don’t get shy on me now, baby,” he told her, hands dropping to her waist, “come ‘ere.”

lando’s hands settled on her hips, fingers gripping at them slightly to guide her onto his lap. as she settled into the new position, he kissed her again, gentle in the way he pulled her in closer, his free hand disappearing under her shirt to draw circles into her skin once more. her hips instinctively rolled into his at the feeling, and he gripped at her skin harder, a small groan escaping his mouth.

“fuck, keep that up and i won’t be able to stop,” he warned her as she rolled her hips again. his head dropped to her jaw, pressing soft kisses along the skin.

“what if i don’t want this to stop?” she asked him, causing him to pause, looking up at her softly.

“are you sure?” he asking, checking her face for any sign of hesitancy. she nodded at him before speaking.

“there’s no one i trust more.”

with her reassurance, lando flipped the top of them over, trailing kisses down her neck as he hovered above her.

“we’ll go slow,” he told her as he pulled at her t-shirt, tugging the fabric up her torso, “wanted this for so long. gonna take my time with you,” he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to the skin of her stomach. her back arched into him slightly, helping him remove her top fully. y/n felt exposed, more so than usual. had it not been for lando’s large hands snaking up to grab at her breasts, she would’ve used her own to shield her nudity.

“so gorgeous,” he mumbled again, before dipping his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth, tongue flicking at it, his fingers tugged at the other. he pushed himself back up, re joining their lips in a sweet kiss.

“gonna make you feel good, alright?” he asked her, watching the way her head nodded at him, “yeah? need you to use your words from now on baby.”

“think you should take your top off now,” she told him, her confidence returning slightly, “seems a bit unfair,” she added, jokingly pointing at her own exposed chest.

“so it is,” he agreed, sitting back on his knees as his hands gripped the bottom of his own t-shirt, lifting it over his head. the material landed on the floor, but y/n couldn’t care less - she was much more focused on the way his muscles looked, a combination of his tan and the soft fairy lights illuminating his features in a way that had her stomach rolling for him.

“oi! my eyes are up here,” he joked, settling himself between her legs. lando’s hands trailed up the exposed skin of her thighs, dragging his fingers slowly. her hips jutted up slightly at the sensation, a satisfied smirking fighting its way onto lando’s face.

“this ok?” he asked her, hands toying with the waistband of her shorts.

“yeah,” she breathed out, anticipation beginning to get the better of her as he began pulling the material away from her heat.

“tell me to stop and i’ll stop,” lando told her, discarding her shorts with his top, before adjusting his gaze to her, “just relax f’me. breathe,” he added, noticing the way her chest had frozen, breath caught in her throat. a finger ran through her folds softly, her hips rolling slightly at the sudden feeling of his rough finger pad circling her clit. his movements stopped for a moment as he moved back up her body, kissing her softly as he gathered her slick along his fingers.

“so wet for me,” he told her, kissing at her jaw, “gonna get you ready for me, ok?”

“please, lan,” she begged, panting slightly as his fingers circled her heat again, pressing into her slightly. it’s not like she hadn’t done this before on herself, which was potentially her downfall the moment he pressed a finger into her, the stretch unexpected. lando’s face pressed into her neck, kissing a trail along the skin as he pumped his finger a few times. he could hear every noise she made for him so clearly, drawing him to push a second finger into her, feeling the way her walls clamped around him.

“im ready, lan, please just fuck me,” she begged him, panting in between her words. he could’ve passed out her words, blood rushing from his brain and straight to his cock. his body pushed back up, standing quickly to remove the rest of his clothes. her hands halted him as they reached out and grabbed at the waist band of his joggers, pulling them down slowly as the pressure of his cock strained against the tight material. he helped her remove them fully, her spare hand adding difficulty as she palmed him through his boxers.

“fuck, angel,” he groaned, careful not to overwhelm her as she pulled at his boxers, tugging them down as she had his joggers. however they soon established his noises were not as overwhelming as the size of his cock - her eyes widening as she came face to face with it, her finger running down the thick vein that travelled his length.

“like what you see?” he joked in attempt to ease her nerves.

“how-? is that gonna fit?” she stuttered, gaze travelling down to her stomach as if she were trying to size herself up.

“im sure we’ll make it work,” he replied, hand reaching to her chin, forcing her to look back up at him, “remember, we can stop whenever.”

she nodded at him, before reaching up, looping her arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. he used the leverage to lay her back down, hovering over her once again as he rested on his forearm. without breaking the kiss, he reached down, guiding his cock through her folds a few times before settling the tip at her entrance.

“you sure?” lando checked again, searching her face for any last minute apprehension.

“are you sure?” she retorted, her smile illuminated by the moons glow, “can’t imagine fucking a virgin is high on your bucket list.”

“you’d be surprised,” he responded, mumbling slightly, his cock throbbed in his hand. he began lowering his hips, pushing into her slowly, low grunts falling from his lips as he disappeared further inside her.

“breathe baby, breathe for me,” he told her, feeling the way her body had tensed, her chest stilling as she inhaled deeply, “feel so good.”

lando waited a moment, watching the way her face softened, his necklace dangling dangerously around her lips. he started moving at a gentle pace, careful to listen to her responses.

“feels good,” she told him, eyes looking into his.

“yeah? ‘my the first person to make you feel good?” he asked, baiting her slightly.

“yes, fuck lan. only you.”

he close to lost it, his brain short circuiting at her words. he began to move faster in her, relishing in the way she moaned his name, her walls contracting around his cock. his hand reached between the two of them, fingers flicking at her clit before drawing pressured circles around her heat.

“faster, lan, please,” y/n begged him, her hand raising to tug at his curls.

“gonna ruin you for anyone else, angel,” he grunted, hips snapping into hers at a brutal pace, his eyes focused on the way her breasts moved in unison with his thrusts.

lando felt his high coming quicker than he could ever remember, feeling the way her grip on his bicep tightened and her breathing became more sporadic letting him know she was close too.

“you wanna cum with me?” he asked her, his tone soft whilst his pace remained rough, his fingers beginning to trace his own name on her clit. it gave him a sense of ownership over her, an invisible trace of him that would linger on her sensitivity forever - and she loved it, whining at the feeling of his skin on hers.

“please, fuck. wanna cum,” she told him, eyes shutting as her head rolled back. lando’s head dropped to her exposed neck, his teeth nipping at the skin before he titled his head further, mouth landing on the flesh of her breast. he’d quickly realised that leaving visible mark on his best friends little sister was potentially not the smartest idea, choosing to nip at the skin of her tit, mouth sucking the flesh into his lips as he did. his raised himself up again, admiring the way blood ran to the surface of her skin, only imagining the way she’d look when a bruise formed on the spot.

“only me?” he asked her, hand moving to grip her jaw, dark eyes locking with hers.

“only you,” she replied in a breathless moan.

“good girl,” he said, feeling the way her hips rolled up into his, heat running through her entire body as her climax washed over her. y/n shook around him lightly, her stomach spasming as she rode out her high, but lando couldn’t stop and admire the view. he pulled out quickly, feeling his own high rising in his cock, both of their eyes glued on the way his cock shot out ropes of cum that landed on her stomach.

“so….” she started, trying to fill the somewhat awkward tension in the room.

“we are so doing that again,” he said with a chuckle and he moved to locate his joggers on the floor.

“oh absolutely,” she replied, laughing with him as the fear of him leaving her washed away, though her eyebrow quirked up at him as he shuffled to the door.

“just grabbing a cloth. gotta get you cleaned up so we can finish the film,” he added with a smile.

minutes later, they were both sat back in the bed, her legs thrown over his lap as one hand grazed the skin of his back lightly, lando’s hand running up and down her thigh in a similar fashion. they sat in a comfortable silence, knowing that eventually they would need to discuss the future of this, the future of them, but for now lando relished in the way her hand continuously stroked at the same spot on his back. the same spot - he internally questioned.

“watcha doing?” he finally asked, curious to her supposed fixation on his left shoulder blade.

“apologising to the scar on your back?” she retorted, circling back to their earlier conversation.

“never apologise for anything ever again,” he mumbled into her hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“what if i murdered your entire family?” she piped up.

“i support women’s rights and their wrongs.”

“preach.”

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[caffeinewitchcraft]

The Mayor's Daughter and the Outlaw

Summary: After ten years, you've finally got your shot at your revenge. You've found the Hero. You have him in your sights.

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Pull the trigger.

You’ve worked too hard not to pull the trigger. The sweat, blood and tears you’ve shed have been the least you’ve given to be here. The air is crisp and clean nearly a hundred feet up in a pine tree overlooking a remote forest. You’re probably the only person in the world capable of spotting the brown, camouflaged building spanning the length of the small river running through the valley. There’s a hologram of the river it’s covering playing over the building’s walls. Hell, there are even birds flicking occasionally across the illusion, not often enough to draw attention, but just often enough their movement sends your eyes darting to other trees, trying to find where they went.

You breathe in the scent of sun-heated sap so slowly that it takes a solid minute for your lungs to expand. Your pupils flex and adjust whenever the wind rocks your tree. The window you’ve been staring at for the past hour remains in your focus.

The Sun, hair just as fake-gold as it was ten years ago, sleeps on. He’s definitely older now that you can see him in real life instead of on magazine covers or under studio lights. The skin of his neck is loose and folded under the weight of his chin drooping towards his chest. His eyes flicker under his eyelids. The bastard still has the audacity to dream. His arms are crossed over the sun motif emblazoned across his breastplate, his dust-covered boots kicked up on his desk so you can see how worn the soles are. Judging by the way his lips tremble, he’s snoring.

Pull the trigger.

You exhale. This is when you should do it. When your shoulders drop and the wind dies so that, for a moment, the world stands still. There are no whispers across the canopy. Every bough is frozen. The reflection of the sun in the river is overcome by a well-timed cloud and the Sun’s head tilts back to expose the long line of his throat.

The trigger presses back against your finger like an eager puppy. There’s nothing special about the bullets, nothing special about this gun. It’s not the right weapon for what you’re asking it to do, but you’ve had longer and harder shots. You know that you’ll shoot true and the confidence steadies your hand even more. You smoothly pull--

If you kill a Hero, there’s no going back.

Your pupils dilate at the memory. For a moment you don’t see the Sun; you see her with her face burned as red as her prom dress. You try to dispel the image, try to remember that she didn’t die in her prom dress, but it’s too late.

I want you to live, Elian.

You’re suddenly aware of how your lungs ache and your legs burn from the way they’re wrapped around the tree and the bark is digging into your cheek and your fingers are like ice on the trigger. You’re out in the middle of nowhere. This is the Sun’s private residence. The security must be insane even if there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. What’s your exit strategy again? Your thoughts scatter as her voice rings through your head again.

More than anything, I want you to live.

-------Ten years ago----

You’re what the heroes tactfully call a nuisance. A juvenile delinquent with powers, aka a kid that the police aren’t equipped to handle and the local Hero chapter is too overqualified and too understaffed to address often.

 Your moral compass has never had a true north and it only gets worse the more your powers develop. Soon you aren’t just stealing your mom’s car – you’re stealing the neighbor’s and then the neighbor’s neighbor’s and then the neighbor’s neighbor’s neighbor’s until you’re breaking into houses at the top of the hill and joyriding in a car worth more than your entire neighborhood together.

You find out pretty quickly that the heroes care a lot more when money is involved.

You spend your first night in jail after getting chased for three hours in a neon green lambo by the four heroes packed like sardines in a standard issue SUV. It’s laughably easy to out-drive them, choking around corners and careening down alleys that you scouted in the afternoon. Honestly, it would have been easy to get away, but your mom called just as the tank hit empty, asking when you were coming home.  You decided to give the heroes a break before they decided to play too rough with a minor.

Mom isn’t thrilled when you tell her you won’t be home in time for school tomorrow.

You kind of expect to be sent to prison the next day when you find out just whose car you stole. The Mayor’s daughter’s car, bought new for her seventeenth birthday a month ago. There are two open secrets about the mayor. One, he’s probably one of the heroes that protect the city judging from how much he praises them every time there’s a mic nearby. Two, he loves his daughter more than anything else.

So when you’re released the next day with a slap on the wrist? Yeah, you’re surprised.

When you’re released the next day to find the golden-haired, blue-eyed Mayor’s daughter waiting outside? Having just bailed you out?

You feel fear for the first time.

“You could have at least crashed it,” she says when she notices you gaping at her from the end of the parking lot. She’s leaning against the hood of a black SUV that looks a lot like the one the heroes chased you in last night. She waves a hand in the air. “Dad says the dents you put in the side will be out by tomorrow.”

Fear, apparently, makes you snarky. “What, you wanted to spend another week getting chauffeured by a hero?”

Her brows jerk up towards her hairline. She throws a glance over her shoulder. “You seeing ghosts? Nobody’s in there. I drove myself.”

“Good for you,” you say. You think you smell. They didn’t give you access to a shower last night. You’re upwind from her and damnit why are you embarrassed if you smell or not? Your chin jerks forward in a challenge. “You gonna give me a ride back home?”

You’re joking, but she nods like it was the plan all along. “Let’s go.”

Is that an answering challenge in her words? Your teeth grind as you force yourself forward. “Very kind of you,” you chirp, swinging up into the passenger seat. The car smells like leather and justice. “Just drop me off on the other side of the train tracks. I can find my way home from there.”

She snorts. “Is that a Footloose reference? Very dated.”

You stare at her profile. “…No. I literally live on the other side of the tracks.”

She flushes. “Right. Well…I’m not dropping you off yet. I want to talk first.”

The doors are locked. You swallow as she carefully pulls out of the parking lot and then guns it into the road without looking. Luckily, no one’s there. “Talk? About what?”

“About how you’re going to steal my car again,” she says. “And this time you’re going to crash it right.”

“You hate the color that much?” you joke.

Her tone is not joking. “You have no idea.”

You don’t find out her name until dinner when your mom’s managed to entice her into a third slice of homemade pizza. She stares down at the slice while your mom waves for you not to stay up too late before going to bed early. Gamely, you’re already on your fifth helping. Criminal activity takes a lot of energy.

“Does your mom know who I am?” she asks.

“Like, in theory,” you say. You’re full and warm as you lean into the hard wooden back of your chair. Mom added olives to your side of the pizza. “She probably doesn’t know you’re the Mayor’s daughter though. Just that he has one.”

“The Mayor…right,” she says. Her jaw firms. She flicks some olives off her pizza and then eats half the slice in one bite. “I’m Gina.”

“Elian,” you say instead of No, you’re the Mayor’s Daughter. You refill her soda cup before your own, just to show her you can be fancy and have manners too. She’s so out of place in your family’s one bedroom apartment. Her shirt is crisp and white, her gold necklace so shiny, that it’s like there’s a sepia filter over the eggshell walls and oak cabinets. “Sprite. Only the finest for the lady who bailed me out.”

“I’m thinking you can take my car next weekend,” Gina says so abruptly you nearly spit out your soda. There’s a hard light in her eyes. “Dad’s out of town for…business. He won’t notice for a few days. You take it, you get out of the city, you drive it off a cliff once you’ve wrecked it doing donuts or whatever.”

“A cliff?” You know exactly where she’s talking about. There’s an abandoned quarry about an hour outside of town. You shake your head. “That’s where people dump bodies. No way am I going out there.”

“They find bodies there because it’s outside of Hero Force’s patrol,” Gina says. She waves her hands in the air so the yellow light from the inset ceiling lights catches on her golden manicure. “If you think about it, it’s the best place to dump a car. Especially when the heroes are going to be out of town.”

You stare at her. “Did you just admit your dad is part of Hero Force?”

Her eyes skitter away from yours. “No.”

“Your dad is out of town next weekend.”

“Yes.”

“And the heroes?”

“Maybe they’re traveling together.”

“I don’t think anyone is supposed to know when the heroes are going to be out of town. Isn’t that like a national secret, or something?”

“We’re not a big enough chapter for it to be a national secret,” she denies. She bites her lip. “Probably a state secret though.”

You stand and your chair chatters against the linoleum. “No. Absolutely not.” It’s time for Ms. Mayor’s Daughter to leave.

She scrambles up after you, following you into the living room. “Why not?! You already mess with the heroes. Weren’t you the one who kept breaking into the mall on a motorcycle? You hijacked one of their delivery trucks a month ago—”

“A food delivery truck,” you say. “Which was more of a commentary about the city’s investment in Hero Force luxury rather than after school programs—” You bite your tongue. You spin so that the couch stays between you. You glance at your mom’s closed door and consciously lower your voice. “How do you even know that?”

“I’ve been watching you,” she says. She laughs without humor, dragging one hand through her golden hair. “Sometimes living in this town is like being in a simulation. We have four A-class heroes for a population of 30,000 and everybody loves them. Nobody thinks it’s strange to have walking nukes in a small town. They love my dad. Did you know no one’s even run against him for the past two elections? It doesn’t matter what he does. He owns this place and these people. He has – could commit murder and it would be justified. People would think it would be justice.”

“He loves you,” you say weakly. Isn’t four heroes a pretty normal number? Sure, the ones in your town are big names, but that’s not weird.

Is it?

“He loves me so he gets to be a tyrant?” Gina scoffs. “If he’s even capable of love.”

“I’m not going to mess around with heroes’ civilian identities just because you’ve got daddy issues,” you say. When hurt flashes across her face, you wince. “Sorry. But it’s one thing to mess with heroes in masks, okay? Messing with a hero’s family—”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem when you were stealing my car the other night.”

“That was before I knew your dad was Mr. Solve or whatever—”

“The Sun,” Gina says.

“What?”

“My dad’s the Sun.”

“That,” you say, “is so much worse. Didn’t he burn some minor villain’s eyes out last week?”

“Yes,” Gina says. Her mouth twists. “The guy got off easy compared to some others.”

You stare at her, momentarily speechless. “And you wonder why I’m not going to antagonize the guy?”

“But you already do,” Gina says. Her eyes are glinting. She looks so out of place against the dim interior of your home, a radiant girl dressed all in white and gold. She rounds the couch and snatches up one of your hands between two of her own. “Everyone else loves my dad. Except you. My entire life, and you’re the only one who dares to make—make statements about Hero Force consumption by stealing their deliveries or make the heroes chase you around an abandoned mall on foot like regular people. You challenge them, Elian. All I’m asking is that you do it again.”

“That sounds like a lot more than just crashing your car,” you say. Your voice sounds very far away. You never thought of your actions as so noble. There’s a tingling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before and your hand is so warm. She sees you. You shake the fantasy out of your head. “I—look. I’m flattered, but I’m not your guy. The heroes know my face. It’s only a matter of time before I get sent to whatever detention super-powered kids get sent to. I have to graduate high school.”

Rather than discourage her, Gina presses closer. “What if I told you there’s a way to do both?”

Her closeness fogs your brain. “Both?”

“Take the heroes down a notch and maintain your identity,” she says. She releases you and whirls to get her purse off the couch. “I can help you. We can train so that the heroes never recognize the new you. You can use your powers in new ways. And you can wear this.”

She thrusts a piece of chewed leather into your hands. A mask.

“I’m thinking,” she says, “we call you Outlaw.”

------ Now ----

You can’t shoot. Night is falling by the time you admit it to yourself. You press your back against the rough bark of the tree and stare up at the first stars. You cradle your gun in your hands.

The bloodlust is still there. You aren’t a fair lily incapable of staining your petals red (as red as her). So why can’t you pull the trigger? Because of her ghost? Her last message to you?

If you kill a Hero, there’s no going back. More than anything, I want you to live, Elian.

You grind your teeth. Easy for her to say. The dying never have to feel the weight of consequence. They can just say whatever the fuck they want.

You aren’t thinking when you climb down the tree. Your powers give you a lot of things – speed and healing, an instinct for the outdoors, and excellent eyesight. You don’t need to look to find one branch and another, dropping to the forest floor in ten-foot increments. By the time your boots hit the ground, you know what the problem is.

Unlike your other kills, this one is personal. It was never going to be enough just to see him dead. You need him to know why you’ve got him in your sights.

The Sun is an old school hero. The traps you were so afraid of are predictable, turns out. You pick your way around bear traps and landmines, sharp eyes easily picking out silver trip wire when it glints in the moonlight. There are cameras, but there’s likely only one person with access. In the past ten years of following the Sun, you’ve learned two things about him.

One, he’ll kill the things he loves before he loses them.

Two, he doesn’t trust anyone but himself.

You get to the building inside of an hour. The first floor is hidden by steel shutters and there’s no light peeking out from behind them. The second floor window where he’d been sleeping for most of the day shines with the faint blue glow of a television.

The front door looks like a bank’s with how thick it is. There’s a keypad and a biometric scanner you don’t have a prayer of hacking.

That’s okay. You’ve already seen your way in.

You climb up the nearest pine tree. The Sun likes to think of himself as a competent hero, but too many mayoral kickbacks over the years made him soft. He surrounded himself with powerful heroes and never once struggled to win. Because of that, he’s missing some caution and common sense. The building’s first floor is locked up tight, but the windows on the second are regular glass.

And he hasn’t trimmed the tree line back far enough.

You fire your first shot of the night into his empty desk chair, exactly where his chest had been hours earlier. Immediately a siren sounds, and the TV glow coming through the office’s open door is consumed by bright light. You run two steps and then leap, neatly flipping through the empty window frame. Your boots slide for a moment on the broken glass and you catch yourself on the edge of his desk. There are medical papers scattered across it, prescriptions and diagrams of the face and eyes and heart.

You chew your cheek at the sight of a pill bottle. There had been rumors that the Sun is sick with his own radiation poisoning. It’s good you’re here before nature runs its course.

The siren wails for another beat before dying. The silence rings. Your heartbeat picks up as your ears strain to hear if anyone’s coming to meet you. Strange. The Sun had to have been the one who shut off the alarm.

So where is he?

You hold your gun out in front of you and check your mask. The Sun knows who you are by now, but you want him to see the mask she gave you. The handsewn leather, patched more times than you can count, is recycled from one of his old leather jackets. It feels oddly poetic to be dressed in the first iteration of your costume, cowboy hat tipped back and a biker vest embroidered with the name she gave you.

Is the Sun hiding? You creep out of the office, eyes darting from the quaint landscapes hanging on the wall to the tasteful wooden floors. The Sun’s safe house feels more cabin-y than you expected. The property deed has been in his name for the past fifteen years. Did Gina ever visit? Her ghost runs ahead of you, golden nails dragging along the peach wallpaper to the first open door on the left. She looks over her shoulder and smiles.

There are times when you’re glad for the afterimages your brain conjures. This is not one of those times. You don’t think she’d be happy to see what you’re about to do.

You swing around the doorway gun first, a snarl on your lips. “You old bastard, drop what—”

The smell of antiseptic hits your nose first, dashing away the red haze filling your vision in an instant. A TV murmurs against the wall, some rerun of an old western, but it’s not what holds your attention.

There’s a bed in the center of the room. The Sun sits at bedside, his attention wholly invested on the hand he’s holding up. Carefully, he applies gold paint to the nails without once looking up at you.

The woman in the bed is obscured with white gauze and beige compression bandages. Her breathing is soft and even. The one eye you can see is closed and still. No dreaming, no awareness.

“Outlaw,” the Sun says. He gently sets Gina’s left hand down on her stomach and picks up her right. He squints at her pinky nail. “Close the office door, would you? I don’t want the heat to escape.”

“What,” you breathe, “the fuck.”

-----Ten years ago ----

It’s a good year with Gina. You never realized how friend-starved you were until she was there, over at your house every day after school. She always makes it sound like she’s coming over to talk about the Outlaw thing, but there’s other stuff too. Movies and cooking and tutoring.

“Life is about balance,” Gina says sagely during one such tutoring session. “Besides, even heroes don’t go on more than two missions a month. We’re doing just fine.”

There’s always a pressing need to do more though. Whenever you pull off a particularly daring heist, she smiles this secret and pleased smile that makes your stomach flip. Sometimes, when the two of you watch news coverage of your getaways, she murmurs how impressed she is, how smart you are, how cool your powers are.

It makes you want to do anything for Gina.

You’re watching the news one day, waiting for a recap of how you stole the Sun’s favorite shield from the armory, when a rare story comes on. A Hero is dead, some guy named Ibis from Atlanta. There aren’t any leads to the culprit except for eyewitness accounts of a mysterious, winged super-powered individual flying low over the city, hiding in storm clouds.

“I’d kill a Hero,” you blurt out.

Gina jerks so hard that the popcorn bowl goes flying out of her hands. She doesn’t seem to notice. “What?”

“N-not your dad or anything,” you say quickly although yes, if you had to kill anyone, you’d start with the man who makes Gina cry like that. “Just…in general. The news anchor said Ibis was connected to a civilian’s death, right? I could kill a Hero like that.”

“No,” Gina says. She drops off the couch to kneel by you. “No, Elian.”

You flush like you’ve done something wrong. You sink into your hoodie. “I’m not going to, I’m just saying—”

“If you kill a Hero, there’s no going back,” Gina says. She’s too close, so close that you can see the flecks of gold hidden in her eyes. “Your life—it’s not like what we’ve been doing. Dad’s got rules when it comes to stealing. But if you kill a hero?” She shudders. “I want you to live, Elian.”

“I got it—”

“Please,” she blurts out. The plea in her voice makes you really look at her despite the pounding of your heart. Her eyes are wild and her mouth is pressed into a thin line. “No matter what. Promise me.”

“I—” No matter what? You slowly shake your head, trying to get away from the instinctive desire to agree with her. “I-if someone is really bad, I’d—”

“Elian—”

The tension makes you truthful.

“If your dad hurt you, I’d kill him,” you say. When she rears back, this time you follow. You brace your arm against the couch so you can lean into her space. With your other hand, you trace the fading burn on her cheek that could pass for an old sunburn if you didn’t know the truth. “I know you don’t think he will, but he’s been erratic lately. And I know about his temper. If he hurts you, I’d kill him.”

The air thickens between you. It’s rare that you don’t back down, but you’re not backing down now, staring into her eyes. Competing wills. For a moment you let everything you feel come to the surface. Your frustration when she visits with that fucking shadow in her smile, the helplessness when there’s another burn on her arm, the adoration when she’s just there.

Gina shudders and looks away first. She licks her lips. “I—I…appreciate what you’re saying, but I’m fine. You agreed I got to make the rules for Outlaw. I’m telling you one. Don’t kill heroes.”

She’s pulling away. You do too, falling to her side and sitting next to her rather than hovering over her. You try for a careless shrug but fall short. How can she make you feel so powerful one second and so powerless the next? You avert your eyes. “I won’t kill heroes,” you promise.

You hear her suck in a breath. “Good. Because I need you alive.”

“I do like being alive,” you say and don’t finish the sentence with with you.

“We’re done studying,” she decides. She darts up towards the kitchen. “I’m getting another bowl of popcorn before we start the movie. You want some?”

You stare at your reflection in the dark TV. Your jaw works. Finally, you say, “Nah. I’m good. I’ll just eat it off the floor.”

“Don’t be gross, Elian!”

------Now.----

“I will regret that day for the rest of my life,” the Sun says. He hasn’t looked at you once. His eyes are glued to the steady rise and fall of Gina’s chest. He times his breathing to hers and then sighs. “What a fool I was. Drunk on power.”

You’re standing on the opposite side of the bed. Your gaze flicks from Gina to him and back again. “Is she ever conscious?”

“It’s a medically-induced coma,” the Sun says. “The doctors say she should wake up any day now that most of her injuries have healed. Her last surgery was the final one. Now it’s up to her.”

This might be the first time in ten years that you’ve breathed. You suck in air greedily and imagine you can taste her scent under the layers of sickness and medicine. “They told me she died.”

“I told Hero Force you did it,” the Sun says. There’s no remorse in his voice. “They always tell villains they were successful, so they don’t try again.”

A decade of rage slides around your ribs. “You fucking bastard.”

“I did think it was your fault ten years ago.” He carefully picks up Gina’s left hand again to apply a second coat. It takes all your willpower not to slap him away from her. “If you hadn’t stolen Hero Force data, I wouldn’t have had to come after you with my full power. She would never have been in the line of fire.”

You’re fists shake at your sides. “I didn’t steal Hero Force data, I stole your fucking car. Don’t rewrite history.”

“There was Hero Force data in that car.”

“It was your Porsche, your civilian Porsche!”

“My fault to have left sensitive data out,” the Sun says. His confession surprises you into silence. “But I had to get it back no matter what. Then I blamed you by thinking how if you’d only asked me to take my daughter to Prom, I would’ve known she was in the car.”

“She’s not your property and it’s not the 1800s, of course I didn’t ask if I could take your daughter to—”

“I’m telling you what I thought,” the Sun interrupts. He finally looks at you. He looks worse than he did earlier, the years cutting deep lines into his face. There are black bags of exhaustion under his watering eyes. He breathes out shakily. “I had to tell myself it was your fault. It was the only way I could survive, Elian.”

Your real name shocks you. You stumble back. “How do you know that name?”

“She calls for you sometimes,” the Sun says. He drags a hand over his face before grimly returning to his daughter’s nails. “She’s never been really conscious for long. The d-damage took a long time to heal. But when she’s awake, she calls for you and she calls for Outlaw. Wasn’t hard to put the pieces together.”

Your chest throbs. “I should have been here. You should have—I could have—”

“Blaming you let me keep her by my side,” the Sun says. “I don’t expect you to forgive me or even understand me. But I…I regret more than anything what I’ve done to my daughter.”

“You’re going to regret it even more,” you say. The rage you feel is like a tidal wave. Ten years. Ten years. You could have held her hand through her recovery. You could have been there for her. And this selfish asshole who never even loved her like a father should took that away from you. You remember your gun. “You never deserved to be her father.”

“I didn’t, did I?” the Sun asks. He sets her hand down and swallows hard. He looks down the barrel of your gun without flinching. “She says one other thing, you know. When she asks for you.”

The curiosity stills your trigger finger. “What?”

“She says, Don’t kill heroes.”

Your face contorts. There’s the memory of popcorn in your mouth and the heat of her eyes on you. “Yeah, she said that to me before too. Back when I offered to kill you the first time.”

The Sun hangs his head. If he’s surprised to hear that, he doesn’t show it. “I wasn’t a good father.”

“No. But she didn’t want you dead.”

Understanding dawns. “Don’t kill heroes.”

“Exactly.” You tilt your head. “Do you feel like a hero?”

His lips tremble. His gaze drifts back to his daughter. Her eyes are flickering under eyelids. “I—I—”

The trigger presses back against your finger, eager and ready. “Do you?”

He licks his lips. “N-no,” he whispers. He closes his eyes. “No, I don’t suppose I do.”

This time, it’s easy to take aim. Steady your breath. And—

Fuck.

“Leave,” you say. You drop your gun back to your side and scowl when the Sun’s eyes fly open in surprise. “If you do what I say, you’ll live long enough for Gina to decide what to do with you. Leave and don’t tell anyone about this.”

The Sun shakes his head. “No, no I can’t leave her—”

“Then die here,” you snap. You bare your teeth at him. “Leave. We’ll be gone in a week. Maybe she wakes up and calls you. Maybe she—” You take a deep breath. “Well. Maybe she doesn’t. Either way, your part is done here.”

“I need to be there when she wakes up. Please, I’m her dad—”

“You’re her murderer,” you say. More than anything, you want to pick Gina up and run out of here before the Sun can stop you. You eye the monitors and know three people you need to call for advice before you even attempt to move her. A week should be just enough time to disappear. “You think you deserve to stay by her side?”

The Sun opens his mouth twice before he finds words. “I just—let me stay until she wakes up. That way I’ll know.”

“I spent ten years thinking she was dead,” you say. “You can last a month in limbo. If I have to ask you again, we’ll finally see who’s stronger now that I’m all grown up.”

The Sun picks himself up slowly. You think he cries. You’re not sure. He may even plead with you again. You’re deaf to it. Your brain has given up on splitting your attention and every atom of your being is homed in on Gina.

She’s alive. She’s alive.

You kneel at her bedside and wait for her to wake up.

----

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Based off this prompt (X): Love determines how long you live, some people are in their hundreds, but some don’t even live to be 20.

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Christening | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Lando bought a new car, but you think there's one thing still missing for it to be a complete experience

Warnings: smut, no time for plot we're jumping straight into it, semi public unprotected sex

A/N: Well I just couldn't resist when I saw Lando in a lambo, I had to write this little scribble and I bit off the nail gel from my papaya nails while writing this just so you know. Now I'm going to sit in a timeout after this, thank you

Lando picked you up in his new car in front of your flat where you’ve been waiting on the sidewalk. The sleek dark blue car pulled up to the curb, its engine purring softly. Lando leaned over and opened the passenger door for you, a charming smile on his lips.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he greeted, his voice low and smooth. “Hop in.”

You couldn't help, but feel a flush rise to your cheeks at his words. Lando had always had a way with words, and his confidence was infectious. You slid into the car and settled into the leather seat, taking in small, but still luxurious interior.

“You traded jolly for this?” you remarked, admiring the car. “What kind is it now?”

Lando grinned. "It's a Lamborghini Miura," he said. "Just got it yesterday."

You whistled. "Impressive," you said, running your hand over the dashboard. "But how does it drive?” you glanced at him, your voice dropping to a seductive octave.

Lando's eyes flickered with desire as he revved the engine, the car vibrating beneath you.

"Let me show you," he said, his voice husky.

Without another word, he shifted the car into gear and the powerful engine roared to life. The car lurched forward, and you couldn't help, but let out a gasp of excitement.

As Lando sped down the streets, you felt a thrill run through your body. The way he handled the car with such ease and control was intoxicating. You watched as his hands expertly navigated the steering wheel, his eyes focused intently on the road ahead. You bit your lip and pressed your thighs together, wishing he was navigating something else.

“How do you like it?” he broke the silence, pulling you out of you trance.

“It’s nice,” you huffed. “But there’s still something missing.”

“Like what?” he frowned.

“We need to christen it.”

“What? How do you christen a car?” laughing, he switched lanes.

“Drive to the cliffs and I’ll show you.” you muttered, unable to resist the temptation any longer.

Lando glanced over at you, a devilish glint in his eye. "You sure you can handle it?" he asked, his voice low and playful.

You gave him a sultry smile in response. "I can handle anything," you replied, your heart racing with desire.

Lando chuckled and pressed down on the accelerator, causing the car to surge forward. You gripped the edge of your seat tightly, feeling the wind rush through your hair as the car sped down the road.

As you approached the edge of the cliffs, Lando slowed down, the car cruising along the winding seaside road. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape, making it look even more breathtaking. Lando pulled the car over to the side of the road, the car engine idling quietly. He turned to look at you, your eyes locking with his.

“Now what?”

“Lando,” you started. “I wanna ride.”

“You… you want to ride the car?” his eyebrows knitted together, a slight line of concern forming in the middle. “Babe, I’m not sure that’s how-”

“No, silly,” a helpless laugh escaped you. “I. Want. To. Ride.” you put your leg over him, moving in between every word until you were sitting flat on his lap. “Can I ride, Mr. Norris?” you whispered against his lips, your noses brushing together.

Lando's breath hitched in his throat as he felt you straddle him. His hands instinctively went to your hips, holding you tightly against him. You could feel his arousal growing beneath you, and it made you feel powerful, knowing that you had this effect on him.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," he groaned, his lips finding yours in a fierce kiss.

His tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring every inch as you moaned against him. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below and the smell of the salty sea air added to the seductive atmosphere. Lando's hands roamed over your body, trailing down to your ass as he pulled you even closer. You ground your hips against his, feeling the heat between your legs growing with every passing second, his hardness pressing against your core. You couldn't wait any longer.

“Let’s make this car ours.” you whispered into his ear.

Lando could only nod, with lips parted and breathing shakily, as your hands snaked down to unbutton his jeans and free his straining erection.

The thrill of the moment turned you on even more. The look in his eyes as he took in the sight of you straddling his lap was absolutely hypnotic. It made you feel wild, like a woman possessed. You bit your lip, your hands trailing down to the base of his cock.

He sucked in a sharp breath as you wrapped your hand around him. You could feel the veins pulsing beneath your fingers, the skin hot and smooth. His eyes widened as you squeezed him, gently at first, and then with more pressure. He let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your skin as you started to stroke him.

“Fuck, y/n,” he groaned as you slid your hand up and down, squeezing harder with every stroke.

Your hands were coated in the warmth of his arousal, his desire spilling over. You felt your own wetness pooling between your thighs, as lust washed over you. You teased the head of his cock with your thumb, feeling the tiny beads of pre-cum at the tip. He whimpered in response, urging you on with his eyes.

You gasped when suddenly Lando lifted you up, moved your panties to the side and rested his tip on your entrance, your juices trailing down on him.

“Oh, Lando, please…” you were the one urging now, gripping his shoulders for balance.

“I could, but,” he gave you a cheeky smile. “Are you licensed to ride me?”

"I think I proved you time and time again, but if you need a reminder..." you trailed off, moving your hips and sliding down on his length, gasping as you took him in, your wetness enveloping him. He was thick, thicker than you had ever felt before.

“Fuck,” Lando panted, throwing his head back against the headrest. “You’re so tight.”

“Lando,” you whispered, lowering your hips. “Just fuck me already.”

You could see the restraint in his eyes as he opened his eyes and gazed at you, his body shaking with desire. A groan escaped his lips as you thrust your hips, taking him in even further.

You moved your hips back and forth, your heartbeat quickening at the delicious feeling of him filling you up. Your body trembled, your muscles aching for more. You could feel yourself growing wetter with every second, his cock slipping in and out of you. You let out a moan of excitement as the car started to rock, his thrusts getting more urgent.

“God, y/n,” looking at you with wonder, he groaned. “The way you look right now... that's so fucking hot.”

“And what about now?” you asked, shifting slightly so that you could feel him hit a different spot inside of you.

“Yeah,” he moaned, his head falling back. “That too.”

You could feel yourself getting closer, your breathing becoming more ragged as the friction against your clit grew stronger. You could hear Lando's breathing growing louder and faster, echoing in your ears. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him toward you for a kiss. The look in his eyes was almost too much to bear. You had never seen such raw, intense desire. You closed your eyes, feeling the pressure building up inside you.

Lando’s fingers dug into your skin, urging you closer. You could feel him getting harder, his cock throbbing inside you. It was almost more than he could handle. His hands gripped your hips as you rode him, thrusting his hips up to meet yours, his eyes pleading with you, begging you not to stop.

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum." he moaned.

"Cum for me, Lando," you whispered into his ear, your lips pressing against his skin. "Cum inside me."

Lando let out a loud grunt and thrust his hips up as deep as he could, feeling your muscles spasm around him. You threw your head back, your body trembling with desire as you felt his warmth flood into you.

He let out a lungful of air, his head resting against the headrest as you slowed your pace, his cock softening inside you.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, reaching up to caress your face. “Thank you.”

You took a few moments to catch your breath, leaning in to kiss him softly. The sunlight had vanished, and the orange sky had turned a dark shade of purple. The air outside had cooled, the wind picking up.

You looked down at him with a small smile, your heart twinging. “It was a perfect ride.”

[gguk-n]

Hate you (Lando Norris x Reader)

{Lando's POV}

As I lay in my bed, the sheets felt cold, devoid of any warmth; as if their previous owner had taken it all with them. I found myself staring at ceiling after spending the better part of the night twisting and turning in my bed.

"Lan, babe" she whispered, "can't sleep?" she asked. My eyes locked with her, a gap in between us while we lay in bed. As if on queue, she opened her arms, "come here" she mumbled. "I'm too sleepy to be still awake" she continued. I scooted closer, into her arms. I found myself laying on her open arm while the other wrapped it self around my shoulder; our legs tangling themselves in each other. "Go to sleep, love" she whispered while her hand raked through my hair and kissed my forehead. I heard the rhythmic beating of her heart, lulling me to sleep.

A tear slipped out of my eyes, pooling on the pillow case under me. I spent the entire night tossing and turning as I tried to chase the sleep that never came to me. Morning couldn't come any sooner, I decided to head out to the gym and get done with my work out and exercise for the day. It helped my thoughts from running rampant as I focused my energy on the task at hand. As I opened the door, "Babe, I'm back" I called out, only to be met with the cold gust of wind that blew at me. I slowly walked into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab myself something to eat. It was empty.

"Lan, here, I heated up your breakfast for you." she said, handing me a bowl of the diet food I was supposed to eat, as recommended by my trainer. But her cooking made the food so much more delicious and I never felt like I was ever on a diet. I pecked her lips while grabbing the bowl from her hands. "What would I do without you?" I asked with a laugh. "Crash and burn" she replied proudly turning to get back to meal prepping for me.

The last time I had asked my trainer to send me my pre-cooked meals was years ago. Since we had started dating, she had taken the role of making my food. The fridge now lay barren, a remnant of her absence. I poured myself a glass of water and went back to my room.

The bedroom felt like a hotel room, devoid of any character. My stuff lay sprawled out on the floor. The small trinkets or the photo frames that adorned my side table were missing. The dressing table looked cold and my closet empty.

"Babe, you're gonna have to buy new hangers, a couple more towels and some cleaning supply." she called out as she unpacked her bag for the first time as she moved into my our flat. "You know what my card pin is, order whatever you need" I replied. "I'm gonna stock up on my skin care too" she teased. "You can buy the Kohinoor diamond if you want" I teased back. I could hear her laugh echo through out, making my heart warm and fuzzy. She spent the next couple of months turning my stock image of a flat into a home. There were clothes, books, magazines, utensils and candles decorating our home. She took her time making this place ours.

Right now, our my home was back to it's stock image self. All the picture frames and the candles were empty and missing their owner. I stepped into the shower to find the shelf empty which was usually filled with all her shampoos and conditioners.

"It's a good thing" she said as she massaged the shampoo into my scalp. "What is?" I asked, enjoying the sensation. "The fact that the both of us have curly hair. Your hair's taking my products pretty well" she replied. "Yeah, you've made me hotter than I already am" I joked. "Hair can do a lot for a man" she said solemnly. "I'll wash this out and we'll try the new conditioner and curling cream I got yesterday" she giggled while grabbing the bottles.

My hair was a mess since she left. I never paid attention to what she used, she's always make me look even more handsome than I was. I got done with the shower and decided to grab something to eat from outside and left the house with the keys to my McLaren. I hadn't taken the Lambo out since she left because it was her favourite car and it smelled like her.

The next couple of day were spent without much sleep and the most outer body experience. I found myself at the club asking the bartend to get me drink after drink to drown out my sorrow. I kept telling my self that she was selfish and she never thought about me before breaking up. I drowned drink after drink lamenting the lost of the best person I knew. She was selfish, she broke my heart and took it with her. It wasn't fair on me since she decided to prioritise herself and forget all the good times we had; I told myself. "I hate her" I mumbled as I downed another glass of whiskey. Before I know it, Max was wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me back to his car. I didn't feel as inebriated as I wished I did, to not be able to remember anything.

She had been anxious the whole weekend, fidgeting with her fingers as she sat in my drivers room. Every time I asked her about it, she would brush me off. I decided not to press her wait for her to spill it out. After the race on Sunday, we headed back on the private jet, just the two of us. The flight wasn't very long and I couldn't wait to get home. Her posture had gotten even more tense then before. "Lando, we need to talk" she said barely above a whisper. This couldn't be good, she never called me by my name. Her hands clasped and unclasped themselves while she rocked a bit on her heels. "I got an offer, from that video game company that I love" she began. "That's great news baby" I lunged forward holding her hands. She pulled her hands away from me, "They are based in Australia" she spoke. "That doesn't matter. You'll be working remotely anyways." I suggested. "Actually" she spoke, "They want me to come in to the office, since the new game they are working on is top secret and it's a big deal for them too" she finished. "Well I can travel with you whenever you need and you can come and go" I suggested. "I might not be able to come to any races or stay in Monaco for the next couple of years" she said tentatively. "What" I almost screamed. "How can you make such a decision without talking with me?" I shouted. "I never made the decision. It's just that, this is like a dream come true for me, you know" she replied meekly with tears in her eyes. "You don't care about me. How can you be so selfish?" I cried out. "baby, I'm not, I...this is a once in a life time opportunity" she croaked out. "You don't love me" I mumbled. "What no, baby" she reached out to hold my face in between her hands, but I was angry and I pushed her away. How could she be so selfish and decide to move away after so many years together? "I love you, I really do but we talked about how long distance was a deal breaker for you, so I wanted to discuss this with you" she cried out. "yeah, it is. I can't imagine being away from the one I love" I spat out. "I love you Lando, I really do but this my dream like Formula one is yours" she whimpered. "You can't be serious right" I muttered. It was the anger talking; before thinking it through; "We're done" I said in a sharp voice. I got up from my seat and walked away to the door since we had just landed.

She ran after me, begging me to reconsider but I was too angry and I wasn't thinking straight. I broke up with her and didn't even look back. I stayed back at Max's place as she emptied out the apartment. All I could do was hate her for not wanting to stay, to numb the pain away.

The next morning I woke up to a note from Max and a glass of water with some pain meds. I drank the water and took my medicines. As I placed the glass back, my finger got caught in the lowest drawer of my side table which came open as I moved away. In front me lay polaroids from our dates. The one's I had taken. The top one was of her sending a flying kiss and the one next to it was of us kissing. It hurt seeing these, now. I couldn’t help but cry. I knew, deep down that the only way I would be able to make the pain go away was by making her the villain even though she wasn't one; because I was selfish and didn't want to feel the hurt.

[yandere-writer-momo]

*Pulls up in a Lambo*Heyyy. Could I get an obsessed Baki with a readerm that's Yujiro's assistant or something. Anywhere Yujiro is they're there. No Yujiro and reader please *drops money*

IN A LAMBO? And you pay me? WOW. Okay.

Hopefully people know this isn’t canon

Yandere Baki Shorts: Delusion

Baki Hanma obsessed with Yujiro’s secretary

Oh He Delulu

Baki Hanma

His interest in (your name) began once he found out his father had an office. It wasn’t uncommon for him to drop by weekly to try to figure out his dad’s whereabouts. Whereabouts even his secretary didn’t know (not that Baki knew that)

Baki was recently single due to his motivation to defeat his father and how it interfered with his personal relationships. So Baki was doing his best to distract himself from the heartbreak. What else was a young adult in his early twenties supposed to do when his childhood sweetheart broken up with him?

And that’s how he met her. (Your name) was a bit older than him but she was very patient with him. She had a motherly charm to her that warmed his heart (not to mention her fuller figure). Baki swore he had hearts in his eye at first glance

(Your name) patiently waited for him to finish asking all of his questions before telling him that even she did not know of Yujiro’s whereabouts. But she would make sure to let her boss know when she saw him. She was so level headed… Baki admired that. Baki liked that she patiently listened to him

Baki continued his weekly visits over the course of two months. Baki found himself reveling in her care. “Did you eat today? We could order lunch if you plan to stay awhile.” Or “did you sleep enough? You look a little tired.” Baki adored her motherly care… did this mean she liked him too? The thought of her having a crush on him made his head nearly explode

His weekly visits began to change to him dropping by every few days, but rather than being there, for his father, he was there for (your name). Baki’s heart and mind were set on her

Baki would make awkward small talk with her to try and find things out about her. He was excited to learn that (your name) didn’t have a partner and that she lived alone. He couldn’t believe nobody was with her because he thought she was so soft and sweet. This only made him want (your name) more

Baki was unaware that (your name) only saw him as a little brother due to their small age gap of a few years

Soon he figured out her favorite color, her favorite food, her birthday, and every small detail about (your name). Like how sometimes she’d chew on her nails when she was nervous or when she’d bounce her leg when she was anxious. He knew all of (your name)’s cute quirks

Baki would spend more and more time at the office to the point (your name) swore she had a coworker. Baki was always at her side while she worked and he was insistent on spending time outside of work too. He constantly invited her to watch him train or to get food. Baki was relentless in his pursuit

At first she thought it was endearing but then she realized he didn’t see her as a big sister… no. Baki saw her as a woman

(Your name) would always politely turn him down but he didn’t give up. No… he only began to become bolder

Baki would bring her takeout of her favorite foods and sometimes he would bring (your name) her favorite flowers. She always accepted them (out of obligation)… so he assumed that she accepted his feelings. Which made his heart soar. (In his mind you two were dating)

The delusional younger man would come to her office first thing in the morning and he’d leave when (your name) would so he could walk her home. He constantly tried to hold your hand. It was starting to make her uncomfortable

……………………………………………………..

“You know you don’t have to walk me home, right?” (Your name) nervously tucked a stray hair behind her ear as Baki walked beside you. The young man hummed in thought.

“But it’s dangerous for a girl to walk alone this late. Plus men are strange on the subway trains. I worry about you.” Baki gave (your name) a reassuring smile. “Isn’t it normal to worry about people you care about?”

(Your name) sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get rid of him, but he was stuck to her like a leech. Maybe she needed to be more blunt with her rejection?

“Say, Baki? I need to tell you something.” (Your name) nervously fiddled with her fingers, a quirk Baki instantly recognized. The younger man’s cheeks became rosy as his mind began to race a thousand miles a minute. It was happening… she was going to tell him she loved him.

“O-of course anything.” Baki bounced a bit on his feet in excitement. He’s been dying to tell her of his feelings but if she made the first move, then it was truly meant to be, wasn’t it?

“This is so hard for me to say but I-“ Baki suddenly pulled her in for a kiss, the young woman stood there flabbergasted. Her eyes blown wide open and her arms flailed out while Baki tenderly pressed his lips against hers in a gentle dance of lip and tongue. (Your name) hated to admit it, but he was a good kisser.

Baki pulled her body tightly against his, his eyes fluttered shut to enjoy this moment. Their first kiss together… it was more magical than he expected.

The two stayed like that for a moment before Baki slowly pulled away. His eyes half lidded and his cheeks flushed.

“I love you too.”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: happy valentine's day! the long teased sex in/on the lambo fic!!!! i had a hell of a time writing this for whatever reason and i’m sure it shows and this fic sucks but just be nice to me lol. literally just happy to have finished this and to share it with you guys since you’ve been super patient for it!

word count: 4.9k

tw: fingering (f recieving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, slightly mean andrei, exhibitionism, car sex, mild breeding kink, creampie

summary: date night with andrei gets raunchy when you decide to be exhibitionists.

You yawn, your head rolling a little to the side and the top of it bumping slightly against the glass of the window. Maybe that third cocktail was a bad idea. You hate that you’re falling asleep so early on date night - they’re so rare during the season and you usually try to maximize your time with Andrei before he’s back at the rink or on the road. The glass is cool against your cheek and suddenly, Andrei’s hand is warm and heavy on your thigh.

“Mmm, sorry,” you mumble around another yawn. You roll your head the other way and look at him with heavy lidded eyes. As much as you think Andrei’s car is hideous, you can’t deny that it’s a smooth ride, even with the slightly insane way Andrei drives.

His answering chuckle is low and amused. “My little solnyshka is sleepy?” His thumb traces a lazy arc over your bare thigh, sending goosebumps rising over your skin. You shiver, despite the heat pumping through the car, and blink at Andrei. A languid smile stretches across your face.

“I’ll rally,” you promise, licking your lower lip and shivering again when Andrei’s hand starts sliding up your thigh. His palm is broad and warm on your skin, slightly rough.

Andrei’s gaze is focused on the road, his profile coming in and out of view from the passing headlights and streetlights. The corners of his lips curl up a little and you know immediately that he’s up to something. You’re warned from his expression, and yet it’s still a shock when his hand slides up your thigh, the blunt tip of his pinky finger swiping lightly over the crotch of your thong. You gasp at the delicate touch, your stomach clenching. Andrei’s face remains passive while he drives, his left hand steady on the steering wheel. The side of his pinky presses more firmly against your thong and the fabric grows damp.

“Andrei…” you mumble his name, biting down on your lower lip. You’re wide awake now.

He says your name in the same tone, chuckling a little. The Lamborghini glides to a smooth stop at a red light and Andrei’s hand disappears under the short hem of your dress, his fingers wrapping solidly around your upper thigh and squeezing. You clamp your thighs closed around his hand, keeping his fingers trapped in place. He wiggles his pinky a little against you, slipping it underneath the lacy fabric and letting it glide against your heated, wet skin. Your head drops back against the headrest when the tip of Andrei’s finger ghosts against your entrance, your empty cunt clenching around nothing.

“So wet,” he says quietly, stepping on the gas. “For a girl that was so sleepy before, your cunt is wide awake.”

His finger prods gently at you and your legs fall open slightly, constrained by the fabric around your thighs. It’s enough for Andrei to slide his ring finger under the hem of your thong too, pressing two thick fingers into you easily. You gasp his name, reaching down to hold his wrist with both of your hands so he can’t move. Alcohol is making your head fuzzy, your body react, and you’re halfway to coming on the Lambo’s leather seats. “I’m going to…” you stutter on the words, Andrei’s fingers curling up inside of you and stroking just the right spot. “Andrei, it’s going to make a m-mess.”

“Good,” he replies, pumping his fingers once and trying to twist his wrist. You squirm against his hand, exhaling harshly. “Make a mess for me, come on the leather.”

He pinches the inside of your thigh and your fingers flex around his wrist, your engagement ring glinting in the light from the passing stoplights. “Andrei…” you gasp his name, clenching around his fingers and holding his wrist close to your cunt. He curls his fingers again and pumps them shallowly, lazily. Heat builds low in your stomach and you grip against his hand, shifting low in the bucket seat, the hem of your dress riding further up your thighs.

“Solnyshka, we have only five more minutes in the drive,” Andrei warns you, a rough, strained edge to his tone. When you look over, his left hand is white knuckling the steering wheel and the front of his slacks are straining against his cock. “Be a good girl and come for me, make a mess. I’ll send the car for detailing.”

The thought of the people in the Lamborghini dealership or maintenance center or whatever place Andrei brings his car for detailing knowing that you came all over the front seat of the car sends a thrill running through your body. Combined with Andrei’s thick fingers, you’re brought to a hard and fast orgasm, your thighs trembling while his fingers work. You groan his name, babbling incoherently through the waves of your orgasm, digging your nails into Andrei’s skin. His thumb swipes over your skin and he praises you the entire time you come, never taking his eyes off the road.

When you slump, boneless, back into the seat, a self-satisfied smirk stretches across Andrei’s face and he swings the steering wheel to pull the car into the driveway. His pinky and ring finger are still lodged up in your cunt, his other three fingers stroking softly at the skin of you inner thigh. “My beautiful girl,” he says, turning the car off with his left hand - an awkward movement made incredibly hot by your sexy as sin fiancé. “Not so sleepy any more, is she?”

“No,” you giggle weakly, “not sleepy. Wound up and horny for sure though.” Your heart beats wildly in your chest and you clench around Andrei’s fingers. You can feel your body drip around his hand, wetness sticking to your skin and the fabric of your thong.

“I can help you out,” he grins, pulling his fingers from between your legs and sticking them in his mouth, sucking, as he climbs out of the driver’s side door. You watch him come around the front of the car, your stomach fluttering when he winks at you, flashing a glimpse of his teeth. A shiver runs down your spine - you know that look, you love that look. That look means Andrei is far from finished pleasuring you.

Andrei pulls open your door and squats down so he’s eye level with you. A warm, broad hand lands on your knee and pulls it gently towards him, opening your legs. You go with the movement, turning in your seat so you’re facing Andrei. The center console digs a little into your back, not painfully, just a slight pressure that has you scooting down in the seat and making your legs open further. He’s got his free hand resting on the door and the tips of his fingers trace a lazy path up the inside of your thigh. His eyes flicker over your body, from your eyes down to your chest, stopping when he’s staring in between your legs. Heat touches your cheeks and you feel a gush of warmth between your legs just from Andrei’s look. The crotch of your thong feels almost uncomfortably wet against your skin, chafing a little. The tip of his tongue darts out and wets his lower lip. “I don’t think you made enough of a mess, solnyshka,” his voice is a low rasp, his fingers tightening around your thigh.

“Maybe,” you grin slyly, leaning forward and hooking your fingers under the lapels of Andrei’s jacket, pulling him a little closer, “you didn’t do a good enough job.”

Andrei growls at you and you shriek a giggle, both of his hands coming to wrap around your thighs. He pulls, dragging you out of the seat, your heels clacking against the stone driveway. “You’re playing with fire, solnyshka,” he warns, hauling you to your feet and crushing you against his front. The ridge of his erection presses against your stomach, hard and hot and straining against the fabric. His hands slide down to your ass and he squeezes, hard, making you yelp and jerk up against him. The movement presses you more firmly against his cock and your stomach flips with arousal.

“What are you going to do about it?” You goad him on, exhaling sharply when one of his hands moves again, finding its way under the short hem of your dress and grasping your bare ass cheek. His fingers dig into the soft skin, the tips of his fingers grazing against the lace of your thong. He snaps the string slightly and you jump again, lifting up against him. Your palms are flat against his chest, resisting the urge to curl into the soft fabric of his jacket.

Andrei dips his head to your ear and bites the lobe, his teeth sharp. “I’m going to make you scream,” he murmurs into your ear, kissing the sensitive spot just behind it. He holds you close and smoothly steps backwards, closing the car door and shifting so you’re pressed against the side. You barely get a chance to breathe before his mouth is on yours, tongue sliding against the seam of your lips. You open your mouth for him and suck gently on his tongue when he runs it against the inside of your lip. He groans into your mouth and thrusts his hips into yours, pressing you more firmly against the side of the car. Andrei’s hands are all over your sides, pulling the fabric of your dress up. Cool air ghosts against your heated cunt, making you shiver.

He pistons his hips up into yours again and your legs spread a little farther apart, allowing Andrei’s hands easy access. He presses the heel of his palm flat against your damp panties, grinding it against you. You press your lips together tightly, smothering the gasps and moans that Andrei is working to coax from your mouth. “Come on, solnyshka, make those noises that I love,” he whispers roughly, biting down on your collarbone.

“Ah…ah…” you gasp, barely able to form Andrei’s name with your lips, your hands wrapped tightly around his biceps. “They’ll hear,” you manage to choke out, a sharp cry escaping when Andrei slips his middle finger under your panties and into your cunt. You clench around the long, thick finger and Andrei murmurs softly in Russian against your neck.

Andrei chuckles against your skin, hot breath making a shiver run down your spine. “Oh, kotenok, we both know you love that,” his teeth scrape against your pulse point, finger curling up inside of you. Your breath catches in your throat, spots dancing before your eyes, and Andrei slides his ring finger into you, stretching you slightly and making your grip tighten around his biceps. He pumps his fingers slowly, lazily, dragging you to a dizzying orgasm. Pressing your lips tightly together, you make a strangled noise in the back of your throat, trying to stay quiet. Andrei doesn’t make it easy, biting down gently on your bare shoulder and rasping, “come on, let the neighbors know just how good I fuck you, how good I make you feel. Let go, solnyshka, scream my name.”

The heel of his palm presses into your clit and you let out a high pitched keen, spine going taut and then limp when your orgasm rolls through your body. Andrei’s arm around your waist is the only thing anchoring you to the moment, keeping you standing.

He kisses the side of your head, murmuring about what a good girl you are and your thighs clamp together around his hand, trapping his fingers in your cunt. You drip with arousal at the praise and Andrei laughs. “So sweet, my girl. Loves when I tell her how good she is,” he teases, crooking his fingers inside of you and slanting his mouth over yours to muffle the moan that escapes your lips. He presses you harder against the side of the car, your back arching with nothing to support your shoulders since the car is so low to the ground.

“Let’s…let’s go inside,” you stutter, Andrei’s hips pressing into yours, his cock hard against your core.

“No,” he replies, sucking a mark behind your ear.

Your pulse skips a beat and you breathe, “no?”

“No,” he repeats, pulling his fingers from your cunt and pressing on your hip so you half-stumble, half-turn to the side, your stomach pressed against the side of the car now. “I told you to scream my name,” he flattens one huge palm between your shoulder blades and presses, your hands coming up to brace yourself against the hood of the car. It’s warm under your fingers, not hot or uncomfortable, but you shiver, anticipating what’s going to happen. “You didn’t scream, barely make a noise. Now, I have to make you as loud as possible, solnyshka, before you’re rewarded.”

“Andrei…” you murmur his name, choking off in a little gasp when his hands slide down your waist and he flips up the hem of your short dress, a cool breeze hitting your bare ass. “The neighbors…” you can’t manage to get out more than a word or two, not with Andrei’s broad, warm palms caressing your asscheeks, kneading and squeezing your flesh. His thumbs dip low, catching lightly against your wet folds when he cups a cheek in each hand. You gasp, arching your back into his touch. “They’ll see,” you whine.

“They won’t,” he replies, leaning down so his chest is flush against your back. He kisses the nape of your neck. “Too far away to see,” he murmurs over your skin, one hand sliding in between your legs so his fingers can press against your lace-covered clit. You whine low in your throat, pressing your ass back against his hand. “Maybe they hear, if you scream like I want you to.”

“I…no…” you whine, wiggling against Andrei’s fingers. “Gotta face them, s’embarassing if they hear me.”

“Embarrassing that your fiancé treats you so well?” Andrei replies, pulling his fingers from your clit and resting both palms on the meat of your ass. You can’t help yourself and you press your ass back into his hands, yelping a little when he gives one cheek a sharp little smack. He slides his hands up slightly and in the next second you feel him snap the tiny strings on your thong, the scrap of fabric falling away from your skin into Andrei’s hand.

You shiver, “Andrei…”

“Don’t need these,” he says, balling up the fabric and shoving it into his pocket. “Spread your legs, solnyshka.”

You follow the order instinctively, legs inching farther apart, so used to following Andrei’s orders when he takes that tone with you. Cool air touches your soaked cunt and flushed skin and you press harder against the warm metal of the hood of the car. He smooths a warm, broad palm over your ass cheek and leans down to kiss the nape of your neck. All that does is serve to press you harder against the hood of the car, Andrei’s body weight setting your nerves on fire and flooding your body with lust. You lift on your toes, forcing your ass up against the thick bulge in Andrei’s pants, the scrape of fabric rough against your bare ass. You whine his name, grinding against him. “Wanna go inside,” you murmur, “make me come.”

Andrei’s laugh is low and his chest rumbles against your back. The hand on your ass bounces a little, smoothing down over the outside curve of your thigh and you whine because his hands are moving further from where you want them. You try to press your thighs together, hoping for some relief, but Andrei blocks that move with a hard, muscled thigh in between yours. “Andrei!” You wiggle, pushing your ass harder against his erection, thighs trembling as you lean up on your toes.

“We’re not going inside,” he says roughly, pinching your ass. “Touch yourself, solnyshka. Put those fingers to work.”

Your cunt gives a throb at his order, clenching around nothing and arousal dripping down your thighs. Without hesitating, you move your hand from the hood of the car to slip between your legs, your fingers immediately finding your swollen clit and rolling it. A shaky sigh escapes your lips and your whole body slumps against the car while you work yourself over, fingers sliding through your wet folds and dipping into your entrance. Your clit throbs, white hot pleasure flooding your veins with every touch. Every nerve in your body feels overwhelmed, but you can’t stop, don’t want to stop.

Behind you, Andrei watches you work, your arm moving and your fingers occasionally visible from behind. He makes quick work of his belt, the buckle clinking. The sound kicks your heartbeat up a notch, makes your cunt clench around your fingers. Your thighs are sticky and damp and still you work yourself faster. Your thighs shake and you roll your hips over your own hand, chasing release. Your own fingers are barely enough to get you over the edge anymore, not since you’ve been spoiled by Andrei. “Ah,” Andrei clicks his tongue, “I make you come, remember. Slow down.”

You listen, breathing hard and moving your fingers off of your clit. Your fingers drag through your folds slower, resisting the urge to return to your previous pace. “Andrei, please,” you whine, looking back at him over your shoulder. You feel halfway wrecked already, your lower lip trembling in a pout. Andrei swipes his thumb over your lip and you flick out your tongue, sucking his thumb into your mouth. He grunts and taps at your cheek with his other four fingers until you release his thumb with a wet pop.

“I’m taking my time with you,” he mutters lowly, other hand working at the button and fly of his slacks. The sound of the zipper being pulled down makes you shiver and the next thing you know, the hot, leaking tip of Andrei’s cock is running down the seam of your ass. You jump at the sensation, pressing yourself further up the hood of the Lamborghini, your nipples tightening painfully under the fabric of your dress.

The noise that leaves your mouth is half moan, half gasp and all it does is make Andrei chuckle under his breath. He rubs the head of his cock against the lower curve of your ass, between your legs, so close to where you’re wet and waiting for him. The rough edges of his open zipper press into your ass and you jerk your hips forward and back, held into place by Andrei’s other hand locking around your waist. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek, trying to muffle your noises.

“Louder, solnyshka,” Andrei sighs, almost like he’s disappointed with you. “I told you to be loud and I want to hear it.” His cock slides in between your folds, getting wet with your arousal, but he doesn’t let it touch your clit.

You whimper, brushing your fingertips over the head of his cock, satisfied when you hear the sharp hiss of his inhale. “Andrei…” you hiccup his name, circling your fingers around his cock as much as you can. “Please, please…need your cock.”

He leans down over your back, changing the angle and grinding his cock against your cunt. You’re soaked, he’d slide in so easily, just one smooth thrust. But he won’t, torturing you until you’re as loud as he wants.

“Going to give it to you,” he promises, kissing your cheek and squeezing your breast in one huge hand, nipple pinched painfully tight against the fabric of your dress. “Ah,” he clicks his tongue, “light on in the neighbors.”

Your cheek is pressed against the hood of the car, so you don’t know if he’s being serious or not, but nevertheless, a flutter of fear kicks your heartbeat into gear, even as your cunt gushes even more. Andrei’s hand is between your legs, dragging his fingers through your arousal, letting his heavy cock rest between your ass cheeks.

“So wet,” he teases. “You want them to see, yes? Want them to see me fuck you, you like that?”

“Yes, oh my god,” you yelp. “Please, Drei, please oh my god.”

His fingers are harsh on your clit, pinching and rubbing at it until a high-pitched keen is forced from your lips, your hips pushing backwards against his pelvis. In the next second, before you can catch your breath, Andrei’s lined the head of his cock up against your entrance and pushed into you in one powerful thrust.

“Fuck! Andreiiiii!” You drag out his name on a loud whine, clenching around him, pushing back and fucking yourself on his cock until he’s seated completely inside of you, hips flush with your ass and balls pressed tightly against your cunt. His fingers never relent against your clit and you lift up higher on your toes, jolted forward on the hood of the car when he starts rocking inside of you.

“There you go,” he mutters, pulling halfway out and pushing back in. “Let me hear you, tell me what you want.”

“You, I want you,” you babble, voice shaking as Andrei fucks into you, his cock splitting you apart. Your thighs tremble, ass shaking with the force of his hips meeting your flesh.

“Krasivaya devushka,” Andrei says hoarsely, watching your cunt swallow his cock. “Beautiful, the way your cunt takes me, feels so good, solnyshka.”

Tension coils low in your stomach, heat flooding your veins. You hiccup a gasp when Andrei punches his cock deeper than you thought possible, feeling him in your chest. Your fingers press against the smooth metal of the car, fingertips turning white with the force. “Andrei,” you wail his name, getting louder with each of his harsh thrusts.

“I feel you, solnyshka,” he rasps. “So wet, almost there. Should I go first?” He keeps talking as he thrusts into you. “I should put a baby in you?” His hand slides down to rest on your lower stomach, pressing gently. “Put a baby right here, our secret before the wedding?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant hoarsely. “Do it, Drei. Oh my god, yes, put a baby in me.” You’re not even sure what you’re saying, words falling from your lips nearly incoherently. Your brain is fuzzy with lust, your hips smacking against the car with the force of Andrei’s thrusts.

He groans into your hair, hips never faltering in their rhythm. “Good girl, my good girl,” he mumbles, fading off into babbled Russian as his cock hits deep inside of you, thickening before he comes, hot and wet inside of you. You wail his name, entire body taut against the car while he fills you, pumping shallowly. His hand slides down your stomach and plays with your clit, steady pressure on the sensitive bundle pushing you over the edge while Andrei’s cock is pulsing and throbbing inside of you. You clench around him and angle your hips back, grinding your ass against his pelvis, the zipper on his pants biting into your skin.

Andrei’s hands are firm on your hips, holding you in place so he can fill you, keeping you upright when your knees buckle.

Your cheek flattens against the now-cool hood of the car and you exhale roughly. “Fuck,” you mumble and Andrei chuckles a little behind you.

He smooths a hand over your ass cheek and slips out of you with a wince. You whine at the sudden loss of him, blindly reaching back with one hand. Andrei captures your fingers with his and gives them a squeeze. “Sounded so good,” he rasps, “screaming my name, echoing in the dark.”

“Hmph,” you huff out an exhale. “I need you to carry me inside. I can’t move.”

You can hear Andrei sort himself out, tucking his dick back in his briefs and doing up his zipper and belt. Your cunt flutters, Andrei’s come making a mess between your thighs. He laughs a little and presses a kiss to the top of your head, his body hot against yours, making you shiver.

“Come on, solnyshka,” he murmurs, teasing, “only three orgasms, you can walk.” He hauls you up and back against his chest, one solid arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand tilting your chin to the side so he can press a kiss against the corner of your mouth. Your knees are like jelly, wobbling in time with the throbbing between your legs. You whine in the back of your throat and reach a hand back to cup Andrei’s head, keeping his mouth near yours. Andrei hums against your skin and you press your lips to his, making out with him sloppily, tongues and teeth and spit. Your cunt throbs and Andrei’s cock is pressed solidly against your ass.

His hands are wrapped tightly around you, one big hand over your hip and the other groping at your breast, kneading it through the fabric of your dress. His mouth muffles the moan you can’t hold back when his fingers dip under the top of your dress, rough fingers against the sensitive skin of your nipple. You tremble on shaky legs and Andrei feels it, crushing your back tighter against his chest, keeping you upright. His hand squeezes your breast tightly, bordering on painful, and your cunt clenches, the sticky heat of Andrei’s cum pushed out of you and dripping down your inner thigh.

“Inside, please,” you mumble, breathless, when Andrei pulls back and kisses against your jaw. You’re not sure if you mean for him to get inside of you again or if you want him to bring you inside the house, all you know is he smells so fucking good and your body is hot with pleasure. Andrei’s mouth is hot and wet against your neck and you can feel your orgasm building, just from his hands on your body and his mouth making marks on your skin.

“My girl is so greedy,” Andrei mutters. “Already had three orgasms and still wants a fourth. Going to put you over my knee, need to learn manners.”

Your breath stutters in your chest and a fresh wave of arousal floods between your legs. “Please, please,” you babble, desperate for Andrei to get his hands on you. “C’mon, Andrei, please.”

All of a sudden, Andrei’s hands are gone from your body and you’re left feeling cold until his hands find your hips and squeeze. “Go inside,” he says, orders. His fingers dig into your skin and you have to press your sticky, slick thighs together. He plants a kiss on the nape of your neck and pulls his hips back a little so your ass isn’t pressed against the outline of his cock. “Take that little dress off and put three of your little fingers in that wet pussy of yours,” his accent deepens into a growl, “but no coming until I finish you off, yes, solnyshka?”

You whimper and Andrei scrapes his teeth over the side of your neck, biting gently. He smacks your ass with an open palm and you jolt forward on shaky legs. Andrei’s hands are gone from your hips and you wobble towards the front door, looking back over your shoulder at him with wide, pleading eyes and a pout. He grins back at you and shakes his head, “I told you how I want you, solnyshka. No bending the rules.”

Your thighs glide against each other, Andrei’s come leaking down your skin, and you frown, “didn’t realize I was getting mean Andrei tonight.”

His grin turns into a cock smirk that has your blood thrumming in your veins, liquid heat pooling and dripping down your thighs. “This was not mean,” he laughs, leaning against the car. The fabric at the front of his slacks strains against his cock, the fabric damp from your combined orgasms. He combs a hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead, before reaching down to adjust himself in his slacks. The movement only serves to emphasize the big outline of him. “I will show you mean, solnyshka, if you don’t listen.”

“I’m counting on it,” you flutter your eyelashes at him, giggling under your breath. Andrei’s gaze sears on your back as he watches you totter on high heels and shaky legs to the front porch. Before you can even get the door open, he’s at your back again, chest pressed flush against you, the strong line of his thighs against the backs of yours. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his huge hand wrap around the outside of your thigh, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His other hand rests against the siding of the house, caging you in against the door.

“You’re wasting it,” he grumbles in your ear, dragging his fingers up your thigh to collect his come before shoving his fingers back up into your cunt with a wet squelch. You moan, chin dropping to your chest, clenching around his fingers as they rub against your walls. The pads of his fingers rub against your g-spot and you squeak a little, the coil of tension in your belly tightening. You grab at his wrist and he flexes his fingers, tendons shifting under your touch.

“A-Andrei,” you breathe, voice high pitched with strain, “gonna, if you — won’t make it.”

Andrei nods against your head and his fingers are gone, your cunt throbbing and empty. You nearly wail, ready for another semi-public orgasm. “Inside,” he kisses your cheek, a threat and a promise in the two syllables. He reaches around you and unlocks the front door, pushing it open before pushing you inside. The door shuts behind you with a quiet snicking noise and when Andrei’s hands land firmly on your ass, you know date night is far from over.

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

and we're taking parking lot risks

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & KO / @thirteenisles

Tagging: @smileysvech @pyotrkochetkov @hoesforthecanes @hockeywritingcollection

Relationship: Andrei x Kat

Warning: Smut. Unprotected sex. Daddy kink. Sexual choking

Summary: Andrei deserves a little treat after his first game back.

Word Count: 4k

Comments: Yes, I know this is late and now he’s out AGAIN. But let’s not focus on that and instead focusing on how happy he and Kat were when he came back (the first time). xx

(gif by Queen Katie @pyotrkochetkov, i couldn't find it in the search and i HAD to use this gif because HE'S FLEXING HIS TITTIES LIKE FUCK DREI)

Kat pulled her hand from Andrei’s to lean against the hood of his lambo and she bit her lip as she gripped his tie and pulled him closer. “You should fuck me here,” she told him and ran her other hand down his chest to palm him through his slacks.

His jaw went slack as his eyes widened. “In the garage?”

She shook her head as she hummed. “No, let’s drive out to the main parking lot and you can fuck me on the hood of your lambo. How does that sound, big boy?”

Andrei raised his brows, but the corner of his lip twitched up as he bit his lip before he cupped her throat and kissed her deeply. He swallowed her moan and pressed himself flush against her. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” he said against her lips.

“I ask myself the same thing,” she replied, voice muffled by his lips, and she tried to pull him closer by his tie. “Would it help to know I’m not wearing panties?”

There was nothing gentle about the way Andrei hiked her dress up her hips and pushed her legs open before he groaned loudly. She wasn’t kidding. “Fuck me, kisa,” he groaned.

“I’m trying,” she giggled. “Lots of time to make up for. And lots to celebrate.” Her smile softened as she ran her hand up to cup the back of his neck, “it was really nice to see you on the ice again, Drei.”

He hummed but didn’t pull his eyes from her pussy as he bit his lip. She hadn’t let him go down on her since he cut his chin open, and he wondered if he’d be able to convince her to let him eat her pussy tonight. But Kat tugged at his hair and forced his gaze up as she gave him a stern look. “Don’t even think about it. You got stitches on your chin; we’re not risking an infection.”

Andrei rolled his eyes and mumbled his displeasure in Russian. “Killin’ me, kisa. You know how much I love being right here,” he said and cupped her pussy in his big hand.

She was already wet for him; she had been for most the game thinking about her plan and she moaned softly. “I love it just the same, but you just got back on the ice, baby. I don’t need to be blamed for an infection because someone got cum in their stitches.”

“Would be worth it,” he mumbled and easily pressed two thick fingers into her, and he smirked when she gasped loudly. He curled his fingers up, teasing her g- spot before he pulled his fingers from her and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a low moan.

His eyes darkened as Kat looked up at him with flushed cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her to her feet before he opened the passenger door and helped her in, and he practically ran around the car to get into the driver’s seat. The car barely had time to turn on before he put it in gear and started out of the garage.

Kat laughed at his eagerness, but she couldn’t deny the butterflies in her stomach. They were actually doing this. This had to be one of the most risqué́ things they had ever done, and it really turned her on. It really turned both of them on. Andrei was hard in his slacks as he drove out to the parking lot with his lip between his teeth, one hand on the wheel while the other rested high on Kat’s thigh, underneath that gorgeous little mini red dress she wore just for him.

The moment she stepped out in it earlier he had been ready to take her right then and there. All he had to do it push that little skirt up and sink into her, but she wouldn’t let him. She told him it would be worth the wait, but he didn’t realize what she had up her sleeve.

They pulled out of the tunnel and Andrei circled around and found a parking spot at the back of a nearly empty lot. It felt like it took forever but it was dark and

perfect. As soon as he turned the car off, Kat leaned over the center console and pulled him in for a kiss by his tie.

He moaned against her lips and easily hauled her onto his lap before he pushed her dress up so she could straddle him comfortably. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his, grinding down on his cock. Ever since the doctor gave them the okay, she had been utterly insatiable. She wanted Andrei constantly. She needed Andrei constantly. Not that he was complaining in the slightest.

He kneaded her ass and moaned loudly against her lips. He was half tempted to just undo his slacks and let her ride him just like that, but he stopped himself. He wanted to take her on the hood. Ever since he got the lambo he wanted to fuck her on the hood, but he hadn’t had the chance until now.

“Kat, baby,” he whispered against her lips, his accent thick. She ran her hands up his chest as she kissed his neck and hummed and response.

“I need you. I know you can feel how bad I need you,” he groaned under her touch and fisted her hair gently to pull her back so he could look at her. His eyes were dark, and cheeks flushed, and she nipped at his bottom lip.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I want you to fuck me on the hood of your car.”

He groaned loudly and let her open the door. She nearly fell out of the car as she stumbled on her heels, but Andrei caught her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and steadied her as he guided her to hood of the car.

She leaned back against the hood and pulled him flush against her by his tie before she kissed him deeply. Andrei easily took control of the kiss as he reached between them to undo his pants and he groaned in relief before he untucked his shirt and pressed himself flush against her.

“Fuck me,” Kat whispered and nipped at his lower lip. “Take what’s yours.”

Andrei groaned as he nodded before he pulled at his tie and let it drop to the ground and quickly undid his shirt. He kissed her deeply and gripped her hips to hoist her up onto the hood. He only broke the kiss to pull her legs around his waist before he pushed his boxers down to free his cock.

“I don’t have a condom,” he confessed as he ran the tip of his cock over her slit, his eyes locked on her pussy before he lined himself up with her entrance.

“Then pull out.” She replied through clenched teeth, “come on, Drei. We don’t have all night.”

He didn’t need to be told twice and pressed into her, groaning as loud as Kat moaned. She felt so fucking good around him, and he knew she could take it so he didn’t bother to take his time and he bottomed out quickly before he kissed her roughly.

She moaned against his lips and locked her ankles together, pulling him closer. He stumbled over and braced himself on the car hood, one hand on either side of her head as he rocked into her, only able to pull out halfway with how tight she held onto him.

“Drei. Fuck, Drei,” she moaned. The only thing she could focus on was him and the pleasure he gave her.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are letting me fuck you on the lambo,” he groaned before he nipped at her bottom lip. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“I’d let you fuck me anywhere,” she moaned. “I’m yours, Andrei. All fucking yours.”

“All mine,” he agreed and fucked her harder, trying to get deeper and her eyes rolled back. Between the feeling of him, the coolness of the car and the thrill of maybe getting caught, it was overwhelming in the best way.

“I’m close,” she moaned as she fluttered around him.

“I know,” he breathed. He could feel her fluttering around him, and he took her hands in his and pinned them above her head as he pressed his chest against hers. “I want you to cum for me. I need you to cum for me, kisa.”

That changed the angle enough that he brushed her g-spot and it sent her over the edge. His hips stuttered and he cursed in Russian, but he fucked her through it. She felt so indescribably amazing, and he moaned loudly as his rhythm got sloppy. He was close, too.

He kissed her again, needing to feel as much of her as possible and she tightened her legs around him as she clenched down on him, and it sent him over the edge. He didn’t even bother to try to pull out as he came, pressing his body into hers, pinning her between him and the car as he filled her up.

They stayed like that for a long moment before Kat loosened her grip on him and he released her wrists as they caught their breath before he kissed her again, softer than before. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he said against her lips.

“So are you, Andrei,” she smiled and kissed him again. “I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re doing what you love again.”

“I’m glad I am, too,” he hummed and rolled his hips into hers again, smirking as her breath caught in her throat. “Very happy to be doing you again.”

She giggled before she bit her lip. “Round two?” She suggested with a grin, “bend me over the car this time?”

Andrei’s smirk slipped as his jaw went slack but he nodded. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to drain me, kisa.”

“Maybe I am,” she giggled and pulled the straps of her dress down and smirked when his eyes immediately went to her chest.

His cock twitched inside her as he groaned loudly before he leaned in to kiss down her chest. Her breasts had gotten so big from nursing, and he couldn’t get enough of them. He loved her breasts before but now they were so big and sensitive, and he loved them so much. If he had to keep knocking her up to keep her breasts like this, he absolutely would.

Kat sighed contently and ran her fingers through his hair as she arched into him. He nipped at her soft flesh and shamelessly left little marks in his wake for him to enjoy on her when she nursed later, all little reminders that he was the only one who could make her feel so good; that she belonged to him and only him.

She purposely clenched around him as she tried to encourage him, a little more bossy than normal. “Come on, I know you want to bend me over the hood and fuck me,” she told him.

“I do,” he agreed, but it was almost painful for him to pull out of her when he was already hard again. He bit his lip as he watched the way she clenched around nothing, and he couldn’t help himself.

If Kat got mad at him, well, it would be worth it.

“Come on,” she repeated and whined as she started to turn herself over, but Andrei forced her back onto her back before he got down on his knees. “Andrei—” She started, but her protested died the moment his tongue pressed against her pussy.

It was no secret Andrei knew how to eat pussy, but every circle of his tongue around her clit felt heavenly. Not that focusing on her clit was enough for him. Day and night Andrei dreamt of her taste, and he forced her legs open further, needing more of her. He moaned loudly as he ran his tongue over her slit, absolutely addicted to the taste of her.

Kat moaned loudly as her hand splayed along the hood looking for something, anything, to hold onto, but all she found was the smooth, cool hood of Andrei’s lambo. “Drei,” she moaned and rocked her hips up against his mouth, seeking more, needing more.

He moaned against her and roughly pinned her hips back down against the hood of his car and looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. She whined when he pulled back, but it was only to spit on her pussy and he chuckled at the way her body shuddered before he dove back in and fucked her with his tongue, moaning at the way she fluttered around his tongue.

He could taste himself on her as his cum started to leak out of her, but that only made him harder. His cum was buried deep inside her and if he was lucky enough, it would give them another baby. That thought alone forced his tongue as deep inside her as he could as he tried to force his cum back inside her.

“Drei,” she moaned again, and her legs tightened around his head. He was rough as he forced them open, and she reached down to grip his hair. “Yes!” She cried, not caring who heard or who saw him make her feel so good.

He looked up at her with dark eyes, loving how blissed out she was. He loved how desperate she was for him, how loudly she moaned as he dug his fingers into her skin, and he surely left bruises along her thighs and hips.

Already sensitive from her first high, Kat moaned loudly and her second high built quickly. Andrei knew it as he felt her flutter around his tongue. He tried to pull her impossibly closer and ran his hand up her body to palm her breast. As soon as he pinched her nipple, it sent her over the edge. She shamelessly rolled her hips against his face, and he moaned loudly as she came. He desperately tried to pull her closer, wanting every drop of their mixed cum as he tried to draw out her high as long as he could.

Slowly, her moans turned to whines and she tugged hard on his hair, which only made him groan loudly against her. She clenched hard around nothing and rolled her hips back against his face. She needed more than his sinful mouth.

But she should have known Andrei wanted more than just one orgasm. One was never enough for Andrei.

Andrei pulled her closer wanting another high from her before he fucked her again. His grip tightened and he laid his arm over her hips to keep her still and his eyes closed as he focused on the taste of her.

It didn’t take much for her to cum again, pinned between him and the hood of his lambo. She gripped his hair as she moaned his name, but his tongue only emphasized her aching emptiness.

Andrei moaned as he drew her high out but as soon as she tugged desperately at his hair, he pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with her cum as he gripped her hips and forced her over, so her chest was pressed against the hood.

The skirt of her dress was hiked up around her hips and Andrei stepped back for a moment to admire the view. She clenched around nothing as she whined but he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out and snapped a quick picture. When they got home, he’d add it to the secret folder he uses when he’s on the road and away from Kat.

“Quite the view, kisa,” he told her as he put his phone back in his pocket before he smacked her ass. “So fucking perfect.”

She gasped and pushed back against him. “Come on, big boy,” she teased and wiggled her ass. “Fuck me.”

“I will,” he groaned and squeezed her ass before he lined his cock up with her entrance and he slid in easily. She was so much wetter now that she had cum three times and was full of his cum and he loved it. He gripped her hip in one hand and her hair in the other. “You’re a dream come true,” he said, his words slurring together as he moaned.

She didn’t have anything to hold onto so all she could do is moan as Andrei pinned her to the car as he fucked her. “Jesus, fuck, oh my god,” she moaned loudly. She was so sensitive from her first three highs and her fourth was building quickly as he hit her g-spot with every thrust.

“No, not Jesus, just Drei,” he smirked and tightened his grip on her hip, wanting to leave fingerprint bruises on her pretty perfect skin.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” she begged and bit her lip. “Fuck me like you mean it, Daddy.”

He released her hair but only to wrap his hand around her throat, pulling her back against his chest as he fucked her harder, getting impossibly deeper before he bit down on her shoulder. “Keep talking like that and Daddy’s gonna have to put that dirty mouth to work,” he replied, his accent thick with lust.

Her eyes widened as she gasped. She knew she’d get a reaction out of him, but she didn’t expect it to be so good and she clenched hard around him as she came. Andrei’s jaw went slack but he fucked her through it, drawing her high out as much as he could.

“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly. “You like the idea of Daddy fucking your mouth right here where anyone could see?” His accent was thick as he fucked her hard and deep. He was so close himself, but he knew he could get another one out of her first.

Kat could barely get her words out, all of them slurred together. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. The thought of being on her knees, practically naked and in her heels, sucking his cock where anyone could catch them? Yeah, she wanted that. She needed that.

He bit her neck again. “Cum on Daddy’s cock one more time and I’ll let you lick your own cum off my cock.”

“Fuck,” she whined loud enough that anyone a mile away could have heard her. “I’m so close, Daddy.”

He grazed his teeth over her jaw and tugged at her hair. “Cum for me, cum for Daddy, kisa.”

Her eyes rolled back, and her jaw went slack in a silent scream as she came hard, soaking his cock as she squirted, hands grasping desperately at the hood of the car looking for anything to hold onto as she shuddered.

“Fuck,” he moaned and rested more of his weight on her as is eyes closed. “Oh fuck, kisa.” His voice was breathy and the feeling of her cum literally dripping

down his balls sent him over the edge. He moaned loudly and buried his face into her neck as he came hard, filling her up again.

He shuddered above her and he needed a minute to catch his breath before he smoothed her hair back and kissed her jaw. “So good for me,” he praised her.

She couldn’t even talk; she was completely boneless. All she could do was gently grip his wrist and lean into his touch. She spent all night fantasizing about this, but she hadn’t expected it to go as well as it did. She had a plan in mind, but this exceeded it in every way.

He kissed her temple and ran his other hand up and down her side. “So, you don’t want to clean me up, huh?” He teased with a laugh and kissed her temple again as he pulled her closer.

It took her a moment to find her words. “Give me a moment you literally just fucked my brains out,” she replied, her voice breathy.

“Oh, did I?” He asked innocently but his smirk grew, and he squeezed her gently as he held her close.

She gave him a small smile and melted into his touch before she tapped his hand and pushed back against him. She moaned as it pushed his cock deeper inside her before wincing as he pulled out and she immediately clenched at the emptiness. She was shaky as she sunk down to her knees in front of the car and opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out for him.

Andrei’s eyes fluttered. He didn’t know if he had the stamina to go again, especially after his first game back, but seeing her on her knees, all fucked out with her make up smeared, he could feel himself start to harden again. “Fuck me,” he groaned in Russian and guided the tip of his cock to her tongue.

She wrapped her lips around the tip and hallowed her cheeks and she moaned around him as he guided himself further into her mouth. “Such a filthy girl,” he moaned. “Such a slut, letting me bend you over my car and fuck your pussy and now on your knees sucking my cock in an empty parking lot. What would you do if someone caught us, huh? Let them watch or would you shy away?”

She moaned around him and ran her hands up his thighs to grip his ass. She’d let them watch. Nothing would stop her from making him feel good.

He gripped her hair, “yeah, you’re such a little slut you’d let them watch. Let them watch as I pleasure you. No one could fuck you the way I do.” His accent got heavier and thicker as he spoke, every bob of her head pushing him closer. He wasn’t going to last, and she knew that.

Her nails dug into his ass as she moaned around him, tasting a mix of their cum on his cock. He was absolutely right. No one else could ever make her feel this good.

“Kisa, fuck—" He couldn’t even warn her before he came again, and he pulled at her hair as he came down her throat. It wasn’t as much cum given that it was his third orgasm of the night, but it was so intense he had to put his free hand on the edge of the hood to steady himself as his knee threatened to give out.

She completely drained him, but she moaned around him nonetheless and it was only when his moans turned to deep little whimpers that she pulled back to trace her tongue over the head of his cock, sure to get every last drop of his cum.

He said it multiple times, but he honestly didn’t know how he got so lucky to have her. He gently pulled back and then quickly pulled his pants up before he helped her off the ground. He knew the asphalt wasn’t good for her knees and he bent down to brush her knees off, even after she told him she was okay. His eyes were soft as he stood back up before he kissed her slowly. She smiled as she kissed him back before he pulled away to fix her dress.

He’d always look after her. Always.

“Come on, kisa, let’s go home,” he smiled softly, and she hummed as she leaned into him and let him guide her to the passenger door, which he of course opened for her.

After he closed her door, he chased his tie down which had blown over a few parking spots before he came around and got into the driver’s side. Kat immediately tried to lean into him and rest her head on his shoulder and he kissed her temple before he reached behind them to grab the blanket he kept in the back just for her.

“Here baby,” he whispered and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I know it’s late, but could we maybe take a bath after checking up on the twins when we get home?”

Andrei’s smile softened as he nodded. “Nothing is ever too late for you, my Katarina,” he whispered and kissed her again.

Kat’s smile grew and she ran her hand up his strong thigh. “Then let’s go home.”

[gojos-fr-bae]

Gojo Christmas HCs

Pairing: Gojo x gn!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 557

A/N: Heyy~~ I such a joke honestly, posting my Christmas fic on new years, but in my defence, I haven't had access to my laptop since I wrote Liar pt.4, anyways, Enjooooy

(Requests open)

You wake up to being snuggled tightly within his arms while it snows outside.

Refuses to get up anytime before 10am so u probably just end up falling back asleep.

Wakes you up to go downstairs and make breakfast “together” bc let’s be honest this man can’t even boil a rock.

Taking a bath/shower together is a MUST

Deeefinately forces you two to wear matching pjs or like those sets where the guy wears the pants and no shirt and the girl wears like, the huge shirt without pants or sum

You would walk into the living room and just find it like, STUFFED with presents and he’ll just sit there with the smuggest grin on his face while u just stand there looking stupid.

If it’s your first Christmas together I can imagine he would be scared out of his mind about whether you would like the presents, whether you are proud or happy with him, whether they were even good enough for you. E.t.c (he would never let it show though)

If it isn’t your first Christmas together though he would probably still be nervous but probably more confident in his gifts. (he just wants to make you happyy*sobs*)

I can see him getting you sentimental stuff like an instrument you had as a kid or your favourite book but also just random expensive shit like a diamond bracelet. Or something batshit crazy like a lambo or sum.

I feel like you would get him something extremely sentimental and something he really wants, and you give the sentimental one second to catch him off guard.

Like imagine giving him the most expensive box of mochi you spent an entire month's worth of your salary and he gets all excited then you shyly slide him a scrap book full of pictures with you two throughout the whole year or since you got together.

And you do that sappy thing where you leave half of it empty for memory’s you’ll make in the future. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww

I feel like he would just look down at it too stunned to speak with big bug eyes and when he looks back up at you he starts tearing up

He would hug you and like, genuinely just breakdown into sobs, and he won’t stop for like another good two minutes.

Like, that is genuinely the best, sweetest most heartfelt gift he has ever received.

From then on I can fully see him always carrying a polaroid with him everywhere he goes just take pictures of you two together, (but mostly just you really) And when he gets home he pulls out the scrapbook and gets to work.

I can just imagine like, walking into your room and seeing him in his pjs on the bed doing that thing where you lie on your stomach and kick your legs back and forth and he’s like, sticking a picture or drawing hearts around a picture of you with his tongue sticking out. Akduhcrtfrw38r7fyu efgujd (oops, I forgot this is a Christmas HC)

I can’t imagine him really wanting to go out so you would probably stay at home baking cookies, snuggling watching movies and doing all that lovey dovey shit couples do.

The best Christmas he has ever had in his entire life, and one he definitely won’t be forgetting…ever

Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Honestly, Thank GOD 2023 is finally over, worst year of my entire life, can't wait for it to end.

Also, thank you for all the support throughout this year, means the most to me.

© gojos-fr-bae

Pls lemme know if I forgot to tag u, i'm kinda rusty

[zhaosbin]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C79C1SiNDZ0/?igsh=Y2p5cWx2cm1waGFw

As you can see in the link RICKY IS NOW BUFF😼

Imagine a scenario where during the gym since you both as partners like to go there together (he usually just rents the whole gym out cuz he's rich enough and he can do there's always no one else there but you both😘)at one point you start gushing/blushing and shit (who wouldn't 🤭) because his gains started growing so he noticed it and decided to carry you into the lambo while on the way back to his personal apartment he starts teasing the shit out of you with his hands (like yk when guys put their hands on the girls thighs when driving a luxury car and rub them😁☝🏻) and then after you guys arrive you get to the lobby and then in the elevator you start making out like crazy all the way until his personal apartment room and then he fully rips his shirt and dominates you AHDVHWYAG IM GOING WILD (I'm just a girl 🎀)

IM SOOO SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT THIS ASK WAS INSANE 😭😭 i feel like ricky would purposely ask you to go to the gym with him knowing you wouldn't be able to contain yourself for very long seeing him in his new element... ever since he gained this upper arm strength he'd be addicted to lifting you up constantly and touching your leg in public while his biceps flex and you turn bright red.. also if this man wasn't a beast in bed before you better believe he's one now, gripping your waist harshly to keep you in place as he rams his cock into you🤯JSKS WE ARE JUST GIRLS FR...

[fluentmoviequoter]

request for dalton lambert and prompt 17?

congrats on 100 followers, your work is amazing <3

Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Dalton likes nicknames, teasing (with love). 0.7k+ words.

A/N: There are new Dalton gifs, so now I must write enough fics to use every single one of them (I don't make the rules).

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Prompt 17: "Get your own nickname."

As you accompany Chris and Dalton back to the dorms, you listen to their bickering with a smile. Since you met Chris, you’ve never heard her call Dalton anything other than Dolphin. He doesn’t seem to mind the nickname, and since you’ve been dating almost as long as you’ve been at school, you feel that you’ve earned the right to call him something other than his name. Chris says she has plans and waves as she walks past the dorm. Dalton guides you to his room and lets you in, sighing as he sits at his desk and looks through his bag. You sit on his bed, watching his back, and decide to see how he reacts to a nickname.

“Well, looks like it’s just you and me for once. We could finally have another date night.” You can’t hide your smirk as you ask, “Right, Dolphin?”

Dalton freezes, then slowly turns to face you.

“What did you call me?” He asks quietly.

“Dolphin.”

“Come here.”

You stand, then take a dramatic step to stand by Dalton. He looks up at you from his chair, cocking his head as his jaw ticks.

“What’s wrong?”

“You called me Dolphin.”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding as you rest your hands on Dalton’s shoulders. “Is that a problem?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” You pull your hands back and put a little distance between you and him. “I’m sorry, I just thought, you know, Chris calls you that and I didn’t know you had a problem with it.”

“I need you to do something,” he interjects, leaning forward to close the gap you created. You nod, which he takes as an agreement, and makes his request. “One, don’t apologize. Two, don’t ever call me Dolphin again. It’s not a problem when Chris does it and I’m not mad at you or anything, but…”

“You don’t like me to call you that,” you finish quietly.

He grabs your hips, pulls you back into your original position, then raises your hands to his shoulders. When he has you where he wants you, he looks back up to you and smiles.

“Get your own nickname,” he demands.

“That’s your problem? You want me to give you a pet name?” You ask with an incredulous laugh.

“Absolutely,” Dalton confirms seriously, nodding.

“Fine.” You bend over slightly to look into his eyes. “Baby, honey, handsome, love, puppy, stud muffin, darling, handsome.”

With each nickname you suggest, Dalton's smile grows, and his face inches closer to yours. When you see he’s about to kiss you, you stand up so he can’t reach you. Removing your hands from his shoulders, you begin walking backward to the door and watch as he pouts.

“Cupcake, cookie, cowboy, prince, lovebug,” you add a name with each step back. “Which one do you like?”

“It’s your nickname. You get to choose,” Dalton says, watching you closely.

You nod and raise a hand to your chin, tapping your finger against it as you pace in front of his door.

“What if I like Dolphin?” you ask, looking over.

“Not your nickname.”

“Raphael?”

“The ninja turtle?” Dalton asks, his surprise overpowering his previous emotions.

“No, the artist.”

“Oh. If that’s what you like.”

“I hate it.”

“Me too," Dalton agrees, relief in his voice.

You laugh as you sit on the far end of Dalton’s bed, collapsing onto it. “So, Chris’s is a play on your name. Dalty?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Daltinator.”

“That’s somehow worse.”

You hear him take a step, and then the bed sinks beside you. As he reaches his hand toward you, you have another idea.

“Lamby, or Lambo? For your last name.”

Dalton is silent, and his hand hovers above your leg. You look to the side and see him staring at the wall.

“Dalton?”

“Those are workable,” he says, letting his hand fall to your leg.

“You like them,” you accuse playfully.

Dalton shrugs and moves closer to you.

“My next one was muffin,” you add as you close your eyes.

“Why?”

“Hungry.”

Dalton laughs and offers to take you to dinner, but you decline and roll over to face him.

“Let’s stay in tonight, Lamby, I wanna see if you blush every time I say it or just the first few.”

[mychlapci]

HEWWO the anon asking for sunstreaker made me think of a fic I read where the sg autobots kind of pass the eggs around to share the carrying load

Thinking about prowl telling the twins that they need to take some responsibility for filling him with so many eggs. How is he supposed to work AND carry two bots worth of eggs.

(Honestly I can't decide if it's hotter if the twins just let him do it, or if he has to wrestle them into it, denta on suntreakers head fin as he pins the squirming lambo from behind. Maybe that gets the twins off yknow. A show of strength)

Prowl grinds his wet, swollen valve against sunstreakers plating until it snaps open, revealing his valve that is just starting to leak.

And then prowl pushes. He vaguely registers that the push comes with a gasp as the first egg is pushed back through his valve, the stretch stimulating his already active array.

Sunstreaker lets out an uncharacteristic cry as he suddenly feels something hard pushing into his valve. His calipers are forced apart as his frame swallows the egg. His frame shakes, digits scrabbling against the surface of the berth, back plating pressed against prowls bumper as superior officer leans over him. His legs shake and go limp as the second egg enters him, the burning stretch accompanied with waves of pleasure as he lets slip a shaky moan. He feels prowls arm snake around his middle, pushing the yellow twin's hips back against prowls.

Sideswipe whines and paws at prowls trembling doorwings. His modesty plating has snapped back ages ago, lubrication all but gushing forth as he watched. Don't leave him out please please please he wants to full of eggs too

oh god, that fanfic sounds so familiar... my first ever transformers fanfic that i’ve read and that introduced me to transformers as a fandom was a jazzprowl fic where Prowl lays his eggs into Jazz even as he tells him to stop... I do think you mean a different fic, but it’s a nice memory to be reminded of. me and my friend read it out loud.

mhmmm Sunny and Sides laid so many eggs into him, there’s no way he can do his work while waddling around like that! Of course, he has to pin them down to make them share the responsibility, especially Sunstreaker, who doesn’t want to get his pretty waist ruined by a fat pregnancy belly... doesn’t stop him from loving it, though. He’ll sob and squeal as Prowl holds him down, pussies pressed together, eggs sliding into his port one by one and settling heavy in his forge, but he’s cumming like crazy the entire time.

Sideswipe is dripping wet and nipping at Prowl’s neck, telling him that Sunny’s had enough, please lay some eggs in him too. Prowl obliges. Sunstreaker lies limp and shaking with the aftershocks while Sideswipe moans and gushes around each egg passing into his valve.

At the end, all three of them are pregnant.

[dark-elf-writes]

Lambo, five years old and taken away from his big brother for the first time: I think the fuck not

I mean he might be six now at this point

But you raise a brilliant point.

Lambo I-Pin and Futa who keep breaking into UA and causing chaos because they were separated from their Tsuna-nii and cannot let that shit stand. Tsuna figuring it will be just like Nami Middle where he has to miss class to take the kids home. Aizawa telling him to sit back down and teaching the class with a dazzled I-Pin on his hip while Lambo is in the sleeping bag and Futa is sitting at his desk happily kicking his legs in the too big chair and waving at his siblings whenever they look his way.

[murfeelee]

No Save Point - Pt2

I used to pray to God, but I think he took a vacation Cuz now the state of Cali is run by these corporations The skyscrapers shadow the homeless, the population The degradation they're faced with should be an abomination Their body parts are stolen and sold to the richest patient And we're the mercenaries at war with the active agents The legislators that work for the sadists that kill the babies Will die Hit the back of a bullet-riddled Mercedes Justice served Murder them, and the chauffeur Hit pump of herb; let my brain exit the earth That's righteous, huh? Cyberpunk holding a pump Keanu Reeves, cyber arm under my sleeve! I blast 'em all Watch 'em fall like autumn leaves D*mnit I can't leave Night City keeps calling me God*mnit I'm a G And this f*k💩 is all it need Life's a f*kin b!tch, but this b!tch ain't divorcing me!

– No Save Point: by Run the Jewels - Cyberpunk 2077 OST ♫♬

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

I've been meaning to do this second part of No Save Point for frikkin EVER, but needed to find a good cyber arm ACC to convert and kept putting it off till now. Oops?

CC CREDITS (No links cuz laziness)

- Dude 1 dreads Midnight Hollow Danjaley edit, fur jacket by JS Sims 3, glow shoes by Semller | chains ACC in beta by me

- Dude 2 Maelstrom goggles by me, scuba suit from IP EP, boots from EA's MVSP | Omni Tool ACC in beta by me

- Girl 1 Zendaya braids by RolloRolls, fang grillz & pose by Kosmokhaos, eyes at MTS, dress 435 by Sims2fanbg at TSR, bracer ACC by LiKo, leggings (IDER oops)

- Girl 2 hair Gramsijms Deja by Carver, fur coat by Nemiga, top at TSR, Balenciaga robot legs by iCON, ITF EP boots

- Gun ACCs by Cloudwalker_NZ at MTS

- Gun poses by Cloudwalker_NZ at MTS, Mr. Pon's gun poses, DHAL's espionage poses

- Lambo car by Dailycard, deco gun & grenade by CapitalSims, deco snakes by Helen & Toreno

- Militech hologram light in beta by me

[lightning-will-signora]

Show for Me

@ask-the-monster-nest-xxx

It started out of curiosity and now Lambo is watching from a chair as her partner is showing their masturbation. She's still in her work clothes with only her hair loose and red lipstick. Leg crossed over, head propped up by her hand with the elbow on her leg.

"My, my~ I can see how excited you are getting~"

[erose-this-name]

Eka sa Kirra

This is Eka sa Kirra, she is a completely average female for her species.

She’s a Rherra, a warlike carnivorous species of human with greatly reduced sexual dimorphism. Basically "cowboy samurai yaoi orcs". They aren’t inherently evil, though.

Non-Rherric people confuse Eka for a male all the time, because... Y'know. They don't get pheromones I guess. She thinks it's really weird how much 'softskins' obsess over gender roles and pronouns in normal conversation. From her cultural perspective, your sex only amounts to having a ponis or vag (the only meaningful difference between male and female Rherra) and they don't really have a concept of cultural gender. So she doesn't really understand other species like Sapiens that do have genders.

Tig Skulzen (another character of mine) really likes Eka for this, as Eka doesn't treat her any differently than she does anyone else. Eka taught Tig that being a skinbearer or a fighter doesn't need to be bound up in gender roles or societal expectations. Because as far as Eka is concerned, Tig talking or acting femininely is just Tig being a Sapien, and Sapiens do a lot of weird things (like eating plants). Eka just doesn't question it.

Eka sa Kirra is an adventurer. Basically, it's where young Rherra go out into the world to hunt monsters and work as mercenaries. Because having battlescars and tales of heroic deeds is the Rherric equivalent of driving a lambo and making six figures in terms of getting bitches. Masculine bitches.

Eka had a masculine bitch, but then she lost him. She's currently on a self-destructive redemption quest because of that. She tends to bottle up her emotions very unhealthily, since her culture is a toxic masculinity feedback loops with nothing to balance it out.

Fun Fact: Melanistic scar tissue (scars turning black) is a common trait in some American Rherric ethnic groups. People without that trait in those cultures often tattoo their scars black since it's considered so attractive. Eka is very proud of most of her scars.

Fun Fact: Eka only 'prefers' she/her pronouns because she has a vagina and thinks that's what that means. She doesn't understand the concept of 'gender' or 'identity'. If she did, she'd probably prefer he/him. She rarely corrects people on it, since she thinks it's silly anyways.

Fun Fact: I mostly just draw female Rherra as "man" from the waist up and "woman" from the waist down then give them mouths full of sharp teeth. I used to imagined them with fur and digitigrade legs, but eh. Didn't wanna draw it. Some Rherra ethnicities have very thick body hair though.

Fun Fact: Female Rherra are actually slightly bigger and stronger than the males on average, much of which comes from longer legs and metabolism. They only grow breasts while lactating which then shrink back down after. You know, like literally every other mammal except homo sapiens.

Fun Fact: the vast, vast majority of Rherric purebloods have "masculine" gender identity, and are exclusively androphilic (masculine attracted), regardless of sex.

So gay relationships are pretty common, which doesn't really impact birth rates too much because surrogates / marrying specifically for children. The fact they can only eat meat is however a very significant population limiter.

"Queer" Rherra (with "feminine" identity/feminine attracted, etc) exist but are virtually unknown, and are usually assumed to be hybrids.

[artsy-hobbitses]

I’d love to know more about blurr in your au.

They look so pretty

Oooh definitely still putting them together in my head!

But what I know about Beauregard ‘Beau’ Laourou as of now:

- They have a similar background to Drift/The Lambo Twins ie. rough upbringing, likely the eldest in a household of immigrants from Benin.

- Developed their powers at an early age and was cunning enough to keep it mostly hidden and use it subtly to steal and help keep their family fed.

- At one point of time however, Beau slipped up and Stole From The Wrong People, specifically someone related to the CEO of a sports company. This CEO stopped cops from roughing them up and brought them to her office, showing that she has CCTV footage of the entire incident, revealing them to be an Outlier. Their indignation when they ask her why she bothered bringing them here just to show them the evidence that will put them away turns to confusion when she says she’s willing to drop all charges, sweep this under the carpet and pull their family out from poverty… if they work for her. Stealing? they ask her, even more perplexed. No, you silly little whippet, she wants you to run for her.

- And run for her they do! The CEO basically sponsors Beau and turns them into the company cash cow as the Next Big Trackstar (basically living the dream Drift would have shared). They learn to hold back just enough to come out on top all the time within an ‘acceptable’ speed without raising suspicion. Product endorsement deals, parties, medals, interviews in GQ, they’ve got ALL of it, without breaking a sweat.

- But Beau’s not entirely happy. They’re aware that their family (save a younger sister) and even extended family sees them as a cash cow, and has more than once overheard arguments over how their wealth should be divided up in their absence. The inability to run, REALLY run also eats at them—the gnawing notion that to be accepted the way they are now, they have to be ‘handicapped’. As is the need to present themself in a Certain Way to keep up sales and deals for their company. It all feels hollow.

- And the anxiety over how long this house of cards may last creeps in when Beau sees a racehorse being shot after breaking a leg on the track (they had, on a whim, bet on this horse earlier). It makes them wonder what the hell the recourse is if they one day aren’t able to run any more. At some point during this time, they adopt a former racing Greyhound after finding out just how many of these animals are euthanized after they’re unable to perform anymore. (Remember the nickname the CEO gave them as a delinquent teen back then—‘Whippet’ ie. little racing dog).

Past this point it gets a little fuzzy for me. I know an argument breaks out between Beau and the CEO when they find out the company is funding Pro-Functionist politicians—CEO claims this is to ensure the status quo remains stable, because instability = closing the tracks—but Beau brings up the fact that it’s people like that who are the reason that their true identity as an Outlier has to be hidden in the first place. It turns acrimonious when Beau decides this is the time to leave, leading to CEO claiming that EVERYTHING Beau is today is because of her, which Beau counters with that company didn’t give them their gift, only sought to control and commercialize it, and (after CEO threatens to out them in an attempt to cow them) toss them aside when they’re no longer useful or compliant. And they’re done with that. If she wants to set the govt on them GO AHEAD, but those bastards would have to catch them first.

Still trying to figure out how they come into contact with the rebellion, but it is likely somewhat similar to the IDW version, with them having to deliver a message from OP to someone important, except it’s not Zeta Prime this time, it’s Rebellion!Megatron (pre-warlord days)