#delayed muscle soreness

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #421

Ohhh... I am in rough shape right now. I will show you why:

In the background, my friend, is a giant balloon. And in front of the balloon, which I am holding, is a green, hand-operated pump.

I filled 9 balloons of similar size and shape with this pump.

...My arms are limp wet noodles. I'm sure you understand the problem. I am caught pretty deep in the throes of Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness, and it's enough that it's kind of hard to think, even with ibuprofen and taking a very hot bath. M is out right now, in search of some stuff called Tiger Balm; I have a friend from the internet who has been in the Marines (these folks are from one of the toughest branches of the American armed forces; these are our equivalent of First Class SOLDIERS, I guess), and he said I should get that. Given his experience with crazy physical and mental training, I'm inclined to take him at his word.

Ah! M has just returned with the stuff!

...I have put it on. Now we wait.

Anyhoot! Though my upper body was definitely overworked (oh my goodness...!!!), I had a lot of fun!!! Because you know what!!! I didn't have to wear a bun!! Buns are good for keeping my hair out of the way, but they get REALLY uncomfortable after awhile, especially with hair as long as mine. Also, they let me keep wearing my long, warm, black cardigan!!

And the best part!!!

THEY LET ME KEEP THE PLUSH OF YOU I CARRY INSIDE MY CADIGAN POCKET!!!!

...So... it's almost as though you were with me, the whole 5 hours I was there, working in the floral department of an ordinary grocery store. This sort of thing... it's exactly the kind of “ordinary life” you wanted... isn't it...?

...Thinking about the fact that I could carry you with me while I did such beautiful ordinary things is almost enough, in this moment, to make my eyes leak a little bit. I'm really looking forward to being able to carry you in my pocket tomorrow, too.

...I really do love you, you know. In case that somehow still isn't clear.

I mostly inflated balloons (either with the air pump or with a helium tank), but I also got to put some flowers away in buckets or in cases, and that was really nice. I was also sent to the dollar store next door to purchase some heart-shaped tins with the floral department credit card! Here are the pictures I took within the dollar store; there's only two, but I like them!

I also got so many pictures for you while I worked in the area of my department! Let me show them to you!!! I think you're really gonna like these!!!

It smells so good in there. Though admittedly, I do think that the practice of chopping off a plant's genitalia and sticking them in a vase for the purpose of watching them wilt over the next few weeks is... strange. I'd much rather have something I can plant outside or keep in a pot. But I'm not especially inclined to keeping indoor plants in pots; I have too many cats who like to chew on green things. It'd never work.

I'm looking forward to going back tomorrow, even though I'm in a lot of pain right n-

…!!

Actually. No I'm not...???? My skin feels tingly and cold and weird, but... the ambient muscle pain is just about gone. It still hurts if I move them around, but... they don't hurt just being still.

...Fuck yeah!! The stuff works!!! Holy shit!!!!

Actually, too, I expected the rib injury to flare up as a result of blowing up all those balloons. But it didn't. I guess the exercises I've been given are really doing the job. I feel pretty stoked about that, too!!!

...But still, I'm uncomfortable. All the same, I used to do mermaid training in the water for three or more hours, pretty much every day or every other day. I am no stranger to Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness. I know that I'll be stronger when I grow back. And when I do, the next time I gotta pump up balloons like that isn't gonna kick my ass nearly as hard. But it'll be a few days before I grow back, haha... and I'm sure I'm gonna hafta do it again tomorrow...

...Lend me a bit of your strength tomorrow, won't you...? Because although I've taken as many steps as I can to help my body heal, I'm sure I'm still gonna have a hard time of it tomorrow.

When I got home, I was very hungry because I hadn't eaten all day. So I ordered in some beef and some vegetables and some yummy Brazilian cheese breads!! But I was so hungry and in so much pain that I pretty much wolfed it all down right away without thinking to get a picture for you. I'm sorry about that.

Today is also the day I was supposed to switch to a new set of braces! I'm on set number 13 now! Let me show you how they compare to my original set!

Here's the lower jaw; the new set is above the old set. Though I imagine by now, the difference is so stark that I don't even have to tell you which set is the new one anymore:

And here are some of the upper jaw. My snaggletooth is almost not a snaggletooth anymore. I doubt I have to tell you which set is old and which one is new:

After putting my braces back in, I took some ibuprofen, and then I put myself into a really hot bath, which then morphed into a really hot shower. I started writing to you after that.

...I wrote to An, too. An seemed to really enjoy the picture of the tie-dye roses...

…

...I'm tempted to get them for him. But... I don't know if such a thing would be welcomed. And I don't know if my intention would be misunderstood. The intention is, “get thing that person likes so person can enjoy”. I don't want it to be misinterpreted as an indirect ask for partnership, or an indirect declaration of romantic intent.

...I enjoy An a lot. But I don't know him well enough to know that I could properly tend to him in a way that is befitting of lifepartnership. And, given that I am a strange and derpy little gremlin, I doubt he wants anything to do with me in that capacity anyway.

And that is okay!!! I do not feel entitled to his time, energy, or interest. But still, I really like when he talks to me about all the interesting plants he knows about, and all the interesting chemicals he knows about! I am perfectly happy if interactions between us remain just like this, indefinitely! There are several close friends of mine with whom I would enjoy a lifepartnership, but either our needs are incompatible, or they simply do not want that with me, and that is perfectly okay! I enjoy my relationships as they are with the closeness that I've been permitted! It is good!!

The best way to love someone is to love them how they need to be loved. And that is something I am more than capable of doing.

...Well, I guess that's it for today. I'm getting pretty tired, and I need to wake up earlyish tomorrow to make sure I have enough time to fill my belly and scrub out the inside of my face before work. I'll bring my weird crafty project with me, and just work on that during my hour of break-lunch-break, whenever that occurs. I imagine I'll do it at around 1. So then, I'll have 4 hours of work, then an hour of crafty time, and then another 4 hours of work. Minimal transitions is a very good thing for my autistic brain.

Wish me luck, yeah...?

I love you so much. Please stay safe out there in the world so that maybe you can be in a place with lots of flowers, too, without it being just a dream.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[lafortis]

Well gamers it is sleepy time I am truly full of spaghetti :3 I get the distinct impression a good portion of my body is gonna hurt tomorrow but that's what it's all about babyyyyyy. on the hunt for DOMS

[a-ikuoliver]

i wuv DOMS but i also... hate the gym

[tordenvejr]

if your body is hyper-mobile like mine and you're able to workout to protect your joints + decrease pain, i highly recommend a balancing board! in my experience it engages my muscles so much more effectively than all the other strengthening i've been doing 🧌🩷 just make sure to be in a squatting stance if you can so you engage the knees, thighs and glutes too! still figuring out what works for my upper body, but this is great for legs 🌙✨

[dicespam]

once i finish taking my exam tomorrow (later) (yes, on a sunday 😞) i’m gonna finish my wip ‼️‼️‼️

[ourlordapollo]

Please 😭 I somehow managed to completely erase the concept of DOMS from my mind, practice figure skating, then hit legs the following day because "Oh im not that sore, it'll be fine"

READER. IT IS NOT FINE.

Woe, double DOMS be upon me

[helenwhiteart-blog]

Reframing PEM and considering how it may be linked to delayed emotional and sensory processing in autism

As my body takes me into yet another phase of quite undeniable post exertional malaise (PEM) after am inevitably “busy phase” over Christmas and with things like hospital appointments to attend and other things on my mind, I find myself wondering, and not for the first time, is there a direct link between PEM and the delayed emotional processing that comes with my autism? Otherwise, I confess, I…

[ssweet-affirmations15]

When I have DOMS but no dom 🥹

Get it?

[bestiewformie]

Regeneracja po treningu

Macie jakieś sprawdzone metody? A może ignorujecie temat?

[songs-of-stones]

Got my RDL form fixed yesterday to increase my ROM and then I did BSS right afterwards and now the oncoming DOMS are going to be brutal and all I really wanted to say was. Gym is Alphabet soup.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #213

I went to my shift at work today and had a marvelous time putting delicious things onto trays for baking, transferring baked delicious things into containers, and printing and applying appropriate labels to the aforementioned containers!

But today, I also lifted a bunch of very heavy boxes from the freezer. My whole upper body is screaming at me, and so are my legs, as a result of being on my feet for four hours; thanks to the rib injury, my body isn't really used to strenuous activity anymore. I really miss when I could be in a pool for many consecutive hours...

That's okay though. I got to talk a lot to my coworker Ma, and he is thoroughly delightful! He knows a lot about various video games, and he has pointed out a bunch of nifty-sounding ones for me to try. The trouble is, since this information was delivered verbally, I have no recollection of what the names of these games were - just that they sounded like neat things that I and my husbands would like!

I'll be able to figure it out though; Ma and I exchanged contact information, and then we exchanged friend codes on Steam and on Switch! I look forward to playing whatever games he thinks are good, sometime when I am less fried!

Today I thought about it. And you know what? I like who I am when I am working there. I like putting tasty snacks where people can get them. I like knowing that I helped create those tasty snacks that lots of other people can enjoy. It's a beautiful feeling. I hope someday that maybe you'll get to know a similar feeling. And, as impossible as it is, I hope someday I can make tasty snacks that even you might enjoy.

But. Again, my body is screaming from the exertion, and my mind is still kinda fried from the music box. So I rested after work. I did a lot of leisure writing today, and then I played Grounded with M for a while. But we are in a difficult area, and my limbs hurt, and it's hard to focus, so… I ended up needing to stop.

J brought home oxtails for me as a surprise, though! He had spent some time hanging out with his sister today, and they went to a place for lunch, and so these were brought back for me. It was oxtails with rice and fried sweet plantains, and… ohhhh… Sephiroth? Have you ever had fried sweet plantains? Not unripe, green plantains - they taste kinda like if a banana had a baby with a potato. No, ripe plantains are kind of like bananas, but with a much richer, sweeter, and more complex flavor. They!!! are!!! absofuckinglutely!!! delectable!!! Oh my good gravy!!!

Oxtails are amazing, too. But I might be a bit biased because I like gnawing the cartilage off of bones. My body is always craving the resources with which to build its faulty collagen, because mine wears out and needs to be replaced faster than normal. It's kind of annoying. Still, I hope if you ever get to try oxtails with rice and beans and sweet plantains, you will like it.

Hey Sephiroth? I think I am going to end today's letter here. I don't have much to say, and my body is in so much pain right now that it's kind of hard to think. I imagine the thing to do from here is to go to bed.

...Still, I... I just wanted you to know that someone out here is thinking kindly upon you, and hoping that someday you'll heal enough to find that ordinary life you wanted.

I love you so much. Please stay safe out in the world, okay? I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[jeniffercheck]

did my first squat day in over a year….prayers please

[miss-conjayniality]

im feeling very DOM………………(delayed onsite muscle) pain right now…………😔😔😔

[yanderenightmare]

All For One

TW: nsfw, noncon, yandere, captive reader, mind deterioration

fem reader

All For One has a habit of subjugating you for his own pleasure. 

It’s a game he likes to play—quite like chess, only… you start off with a single pawn, and you don’t know any of the rules. And he’s been world champion ten years in a row. And he plays dirty.

Tonight, he’s dressed you up in a costume. Not any old Halloween costume, but a slutty one. Not a playboy bunny or a maid, nor a schoolgirl—this was worse—a sleazy rendition of your old hero uniform.

You’d barely recognized the faintly familiar design when he first laid it out on the bed for you. Silly and naïve, you thought his games of derision would end when you finally offered your submission, but that was a fool’s thought. What fun were you if not proof of his undying victory—a reminder, a trophy, a relic?

It’s beyond degrading. Tight and revealing. Less than an actual costume, it was more something one would wear in the bedroom, cosplaying for some fantasy starring an overly sexualized you. Only God knows where he’d gotten it from.

Your steel armor, once with the dignity of a knight, had instead been swapped out for a silly silver bikini—the shimmery fabric tacky and cheap, allowing your nipples to peak forth. Covering it was a top and a skirt made up of silver chains, which only further mocked the appearance of chainmail—looking more like the jewelry a stripper might wear.

He’d forgone your helmet, boots, and sword entirely. Truly, if it weren’t for the detailing of the pattern making the fabric vaguely resemble plated armor, it wouldn’t have been much different from any other set of lingerie.

And still, it’s just similar enough to make it sting.

“Look at you...” he jeers, his voice sodden with taunt—carmine stare faded and gleeful, thoroughly enjoying it. “What a sight for sore eyes.”

He stands behind you in the mirror, holding you delicately by the hips, intimately close, dressed in another one of his black suits, fully clothed in devastating contrast to you. His smile curls as he roams your ill-covered body, kissed with the flush of chagrin, leering at you in the reflection—his voice slithering right by your ear.

“Though I can’t say I remember it being quite so revealing, can you?” he jokes, running his hands up and down your waist, fiddling some with the intricacies—metal daintily clinking and clangoring. “No, there’s something else that’s different...”

You feel so humiliated, so small—as if he could hold you up by the scruff of your neck with ease. It isn’t just a feeling—you’re well aware that he most likely could.

“Why yes, of course…” he hums with delayed realization—you know he’s faking for anticipation, chittering while wrapping his thick arms around your tiny midsection, giving you a firm squeeze. “You’ve lost all muscle.”

It’s a painful truth. You don’t know how many months it’s been. Perhaps a year has passed already, maybe even more. He keeps you well aware of his triumph in the outside world, but time still eludes you.

You’d tried maintaining it in the beginning, even after he’d taken your quirk. You’d been vigilant, keeping up your workout regimens just as religiously as before. But you couldn’t pick what you ate, nor when—and he’d only feed you cake. It wasn’t long before all your hard-earned muscles had melted away like popsicle syrup off the stick, licked and lapped right up by the man holding you.

“Mmh, yes…” he murmurs gratingly while swaying you back against him, lips pressing against your ear. “And it’s left you oh-so-soft.”

His bulbous crotch slots against your upper ass, resting there as it grows fatter and warm—a sign of his enjoyment. The weight of him makes you feel all but paper-thin.

His voice rasps now. “If I were to give you your quirk back, I wager you wouldn’t even be able to use it anymore—it would sooner rip your poor limbs apart.”

It’s beyond cruel to suggest—as if disgracing your old costume wasn’t enough torment already. You bite your lip, gnaw it harshly—don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t let him see you cry.

“Isn’t that just fascinating?” He gives your earlobe a gentle bite, and the whimper in your throat springs free like prey out of hiding.

A sniffle shortly followed—along the dribble of the night’s very first tears. Your diminished spirit has made you all too prone to cry as if there’s nothing else for you to do but indulge in the small comfort it gives.

“Oh, sweetie—don’t weep over prowess long since lost. It was never enough to challenge me anyway,” he coos, as if consoling you—swaying your smaller brittle body back against his looming chest, a cage that seemed to swallow you whole.

Steering your jaw, he holds your face still before the mirror, unable to look away as the tears dribble down your sorry cheeks—he smears them further with a kiss.

“The world would chew you up as you are now, fragile like glass.” The grin curling his lips makes you resemble prey caught on a predator’s teeth—you can’t help but shiver at the sight of it. You wish he wouldn’t toy with you like food and just kill you already. “Mark my words, hero—the belly of the beast would not grant you as much comfort as I do.”

His other hand slips down to cup your mound—firmly, with a squeeze that has you curl yourself back against him as he presses two tough fingerpads into your clothed clit, rubbing it tightly enough to make your thighs shake.

“You’re better off like this,” he grunts, snickers at how your weak hands clutch the sleeve of his suit, curling the fabric in your palms until your knuckles whiten—watching the furrow further crease between your cinched brows as you try and bite back your pathetic little sounds even as more tears come tumbling down your swollen cheeks. “Mh, my pretty plaything.”

He makes you continue to look at yourself as he simply slides the panty to the side of your cunt. Encouraging you to place your hands flat against the mirror as he bends you forward, then to step back and stand atop his dress shoes.

“Don’t be shy now,” he makes sure to tell you. “You’re as light and negligible as a feather.”

He parts his feet and yours along with them, spreading your thighs enough to accommodate the fat heat he soon slides between them. Rigid and veiny, it competes with the size of your forearm—so thick that when he slaps it up against your slit, your knees buckle from the impact.

His chuckles rumble across your body like an earthquake. You only realize how much it makes you shake when he encloses your hip in his big hand, steadying you. Holding you still as he drags his engorged cockhead through your lips, catching your clit before resting on your entrance.

You’re so sore from prior nights—countless hours locked in this room with his visits the only thing keeping you company—everything has yet to forgive you for the wreckage those visits leave behind. Your sorry little puss rues and dreads another defeat now as he sinks inside the comfort of your battered walls, one unyielding inch at a time. 

You wince and tense, shoulders bracing, and yet he pushes deeper, sliding you down his shaft until you rest at the hilt of his base, kneading the tip into your gummy womb, giving it a deep kiss that bulges out from your poor belly.

The sight in the mirror is morbid, even more so than the feeling—the way he molds your insides to fit him, to cater and house his length and size. 

“Ah—just perfect, isn’t it, hero?” he purrs, chest resting heavily upon your spine while dwarfing both your hips in a firm grip, chin-stubble scraping along your neck as his voice comes out hot against your ear, “Obedience suits you so well, don’t you agree?”

Your knees buckle once he starts the heavy pace—slowly pounding into you from behind, dragging out and pushing deep in womb-robbing thrusts. You pant from the toll of it, feeling your muscles give—too tired and too broken to continue acting tough. He’s the only reason you’re left upright on your feet—keeping you standing with just his hold on your haunches. It seems like nothing to him, though it feels like the weight of the world to you.

“It’s only a shame it had to come with all these scars.” He clicks his tongue, eyes raking across your body as it takes him, resting on each mark disrupting the otherwise milk-smooth skin. “If only you’d accepted your place sooner.”

The ember burning within you is all but a piece of cooling charcoal now. You feel it diminish every day, leaving you even thinner than before.

“But then again, I quite enjoy you like this—littered with my battle scars from your toes up to your crown. It’s rather intimate, isn’t it?” he hums with a smile. “Proof of all the times I could’ve quashed you beneath my foot like a pitiful bug but decided to spare you. Teach you how to worship like the weak ought to.”

There was a time when you still humored the thought of killing him, even with your quirk taken from you. You thought, in your foolishness, that being this close to him must garner an opportunity, any, however slim, just enough for you to take advantage and finish what you vowed to end so long ago.

Now, you almost don’t care anymore. The world had moved on without you, and there was nothing more you could do about it.

You realize your promise had been as cheap as this outfit.

“The greater the fall, the sweeter the surrender, isn’t that right?” he states. “Doesn’t it feel good to finally accept your place in the world, hero?”

You can only nod your head and agree.

♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[f1fantasys]

Balenciaga, Nike,and 1 with lando please and thanks youuu♥︎♥︎

BIRTHDAY BOYYYYY FIC

NB - This has nothing to do with Lando's birthday, it's just the name.

Here we go! First fic from the prompt list! Sorry for the delay! This turned out a little longer than expected, and i think i may have gone off track towards the end buuuut hope you all enjoy!

Balenciaga - swallowing his cum Nike - caught by his parents #1 - rough and filthy

3.7K words

During the summer break, at least a week was always spent with Lando's parents on their yacht - it had been a given for the last 3 years you'd been dating. And you absolutely loved it; you loved them like your own so it was always something you looked forward to.

Lando has ended the European leg of the races on a high, so everyones mood was ecstatic to say the least.

His? haha

He was ecstatic, sure, but he was also fucking horny for you every second of every day you'd been on the yacht.

On day 1, Lando had woken you up with his face between your legs, pulling and sucking at your clit as his fingers slid through your slick folds before he frantically thrust them in and out of you, making you cum twice within a matter of seconds. The night ended with him banging you hard against your cabin door, hand snaked round your throat as he pounded into you relentlessly.

You'd both been at it every day since, and to say you were sore would be an understatement, but all he had to do was give you a single look, or touch, and your body was putty in his hands, begging him for more until you were both shaking in each others arms.

Today was day 4, a lazy day for everyone just lounging around and working on a good tan.

By the time dinner was finished, everyone was exhausted from being out in the sun all day, and had retreated to their rooms.

Lando and you decided to just chill out on the decks, open another bottle of wine and spend some time together.

It started off innocently, it really did, until Lando stripped down into nothing but his boxers, saying something about needling to cool down in the pool.

Your eyes shamelessly eyed his body up and down as he took the few steps to get into the water, involuntarily squeezing your thighs together as he let his arms rest on the side, showing off his taunt arm muscles and flexing his back ones.

His own eyes stayed trained on yours, knowing very well he was leading you on and would get what he wanted sooner rather than later.

But you kept your ground, trying to focus on talking about something or the other, trying to keep yourself distracted.

He could see you fidgeting, your legs bouncing up and down. Hell, he was fucking hard as rock by just watching you do practically nothing.

''Come here, y/n'' he said, a warning edge to his tone.

You gave him a look, not saying anything, until he got out of the water, shred his boxers on the walk to you, and pulled you up, before walking hand and hand back to the water.

All you could keep your eyes on was his thick girth, lose and springing up and down, hard.

''Lan-'' you started, though he cut you off by placing a finger on your lips.

The cool water was a relief to your core, but Lando quickly manhandled you to sit up on the edge, taking his place between your legs.

You wrapped your legs around his torso as he untied your bikini strings, letting the top fall off to show off your perky boobs and pink nipples that had stiffened due to the the old as well.

Lando licked his lips as he reached forward and latched his mouth onto your left nipple. Gently suckling on it and circling his tongue around it as his hand harshly tugged and pinched on your right nipple.

Your hands found his hair and pulled on his curls, breathless moans leaving your mouth as you bit down on your bottom lip, though the quietness went out the window when Lando's one hand pushed your bikini bottoms to the side and immediately plunged two fingers through your core.

''Lando, fuck!'' you hissed, jumping at his actions as you thought he was taking his sweet time with you.

He was not.

Lando kept his eyes trained on yours as he let your nipples go and spread your legs further, giving himself enough room to fit his head between you, before he devoured your cunt with his tongue, while thrusting his fingers roughly.

A series of swear words left your mouth as you leaned back and tried to give him better access, and within minutes your body was trembling, shaking violently as you came all over his mouth.

Lando made sure to swallow everything up before he helped you sit up again, pulling you down for a heated kiss that quickly had him sliding his tongue into your mouth as you moaned into him.

''Lan'' you panted, ''need-'' ''need to taste you'' you said, between kisses, sounding more desperate than you have in the past few days.

''Yeah?'' he asked, mischievous glint in his eyes when he pulled back.

''Uh huh'' you said, sliding yourself back into the water and instructing him to now sit at the edge.

He complied without fuss, because he was just as desperate to feel your lips around him.

You pumped his dick a few times, concentrating on stroking the thick vein at the side which had Lando squirming above you.

You teased him now as you pulled back completely and squeezed your one boob in your hand while the other continued to pump him, licking your lips as you saw a bead of pre cum already leaking through his slit at the top.

''Y/n, please'' he begged, and just because you were in the mood and wanted to hear him beg some more, you pulled your boobs right up to your mouth and circled your tongue around your nipple.

Lando's eyes darkened as he gawked at your actions, his dick twitching in your hands as he watched you, mouth open and in awe at the sight of you.

''Fucking hell, baby, please'' he said, already gathering your hair out of your face into a makeshift ponytail.

How could you say no to him when he asked you like that?

So you finally gave Lando what he wanted - you deep throated him straight away, gagging when hie tip brushed against the back of your throat as you bobbed your head up and down his long shaft.

You played with his balls and pumped the part of him that you couldn't fit into your mouth, tears already stinging the corners of your eyes as Lando's hold on your hair tightened, when finally he just cupped your face and held it still, fucking his dick in and out of your mouth.

''That's it, yeah, takes me to well baby, fuck'' he mumbled between breaths as you could tell he was already close with the way his cock was pulsating.

You pulled back for a second, ''cum for me Lan, let me taste you, yeah?'' you cooed before resuming your activities, and with one harsh suck later, Lando was emptying his load down the back of your throat as he let out harsh grunts and moans.

His taste was salty and warm, just the way you loved. ''So delicious Lan'' you smiled up at him, cheeks flushed and eagerly ready for more.

''Come here'' he said quickly, getting you up and pulling you out the water. Lando scooped your naked body (and his) up and rushed over to the bar.

You hissed when he placed you down on the cool counter top, body still shivering from being in the cold water.

''Gonna warm you up yeah?''

''Fuck Lando, please, need to feel you'' you said impatiently.

Lando spread your legs with his knee as his hand gave his already hard cock a few strokes, sliding his tip through your folds to gather some slick.

Eventually, he settled at your hole, pushing in with one hard thrust.

You held your breath, fingers digging into his biceps at the intrusion, while his mouth found yours and gave you a sloppy kiss.

Then he started moving, pulling out of you completely before pushing all the way in, setting a quick pace as if you were short of time, but really you just couldn't get enough of each other.

''So tight, as if i haven't fucked you enough these days'' he said, smirking at you. He knew you'd have an answer to that, so he quickly brought his hand up to your throat, giving you a few gentle squeezes as he continued to fuck in and out of you.

''Gonna come Lan'' you cooed as you felt your orgasm approaching hard and fast, and withing seconds your body was shuddering in Lando's arms, body feeling like jelly so he had to hold you up now.

''Fucking love you'' he mumbled, more to himself when he looked down to the place you were joined, your thick cum coating his cock was enough to edge him closer to his own orgasm.

You leaned forward and gave his nipples a few kitten licks, sweat dripping down his whole body. He hissed when you bit down on his left one, sending you a warning. Only your name though. ''Y/n''

Just as Lando picked up the pace even more, now chasing his high, you heard a door open, though your minds were too fucked out to even respond.

Until you heard a gasp, and Lando's mum's voice.

''Oh''

You both froze, your movements coming to a halt as you looked each other with wide eyes, Lando's dick stopping halfway on its way into your cunt. His arms snaked their way around your body to rest against your ass in an attempt to cover it.

He looked over his shoulder to see Cisca standing there with her own pair of wide eyes, mouth agape. You took this opportunity to bury your head in his chest, trying to control your breathing as his as well was going at 1000 miles per hour.

All of you too embarrassed to respond, but your mind was screaming at Cisca to walk way without saying another word.

That thought was short lived though, as suddenly the door opened and closed again and now it was Adam's voice that filled your ears.

''Cis, what are you-'' he cut himself off at the scene in front of him.

''Oh'' was all he said after.

It was all probably about 30 seconds, though it felt like 5 hours, and you gave Lando warning eyes, begging him to say something to get his parents out of here and back inside. Your body was starting to squirm at the feeling of Lando's dick softening inside of you, the moment fleeting away with each second.

Finally, he coughed, and at the same time Adam cleared his throat.

''We''ll leave you to it'' he mumbled quickly before pulling Cisca back inside behind him.

As soon as the door shut you both let out a series of swear words, your bodies finally relaxing even though you didn't know how you'd ever face his parents again.

Lando looked down and gently peeled himself out of you. He cupped your face in his hands. ''Sorry'' he said, looking shy and embarrassed at what had just happened.

'''Don't be. Serves us right for trying to fuck in a place where anyone from the family could have walked in'' you said, leaning forward to peck his nose scar.

He smiled. ''Make it up to you later?'' he asked.

''You better!'' you squealed as he helped you off the counter and threw you a towel to cover up.

Time jump

For the last few days of summer break, you and Lando had opted to spend them quietly at home before the roar of the season began again.

It was a lazy day today, Lando was streaming with Max while you were preparing dinner.

As you were waiting for the oven to be done, your mind drifted the last few weeks. It was easily the best summer break anyone could dream of - sun, sea, sand and sex, lots of sex.

You could feel yourself blushing just thinking of all the nasty you did during the holiday, and suddenly, as if you hadn't had enough, you felt your core dripping with want.

Without thinking, you switched off the oven and made a beeline for the room Lando was in, stripping and leaving a trail of clothes all the way from the kitchen.

You knew his set up, so you knew all the ways to avoid the camera, though when you opened the door and Lando looked up from his screen he had to do a literal double take, his eyes wide and mouth agape, licking his lips as you made your way into the room.

Max's voice through his headphones reminded Lando where he was and what he was doing again as he tried to get back into the stream though he was failing miserably.

''Bro what the fuck what's wrong with you?'' you heard Max ask as you crawled under the desk and sat on your knees, watching Lando through hooded eyes.

He still had his own eyes on you, one hand already snaked down into his shorts at the sight of your naked body leaning down in front of him.

''Lando!'' Max yelled.

''I, fuck'' he jolted in his seat. ''Nothing, just..nothing'' he said, trying to ignore you and get back to talking to the chat.

You giggled to yourself and gently leaned up to palm his thick girth through his shorts before pulling at the them to tell him to remove them.

He kept his eyes in the screen, not even listening to what Max was saying as he subtlety lifted himself just enough to let you slide his shorts and boxers down, springing his achingly hard dick free.

You breath couldn't help but hitch at the sight of it standing tall, red and angry, with precum already sliding down the sides.

Quickly, you pumped him a few times, your thumb swiping his tip to spread the precum. You watched how Lando held his breath, before sighing and mumbled a fuck it, before he turned his camera off, though left the mic on.

Finally he was free to look down at you, biting his lower lip and mouthing a ''dirty'' down to you as you leaned forward and have his slit a few kitten licks before letting your tongue run over the thick vein at the side.

Lando's hands found your head and roughly pulled your forward, giving you no option but to take his load into your mouth, hard and deep.

His hold on your head tightened as you watched him lean back in his chair and let out a series of silent moans.

You pumped whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth as one hand fondled with his balls, pulling and tugging at them harshly when you started gagging around Lando, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

You had spit running down your chin and dropping onto you thighs as you clenched them together, your core begging for some attention of its own.

Lando tried his best to concentrate on what ever was going on with his stream, but everytime your tongue circle his tip his mind short circuited and he had to ground himself to make sure he wouldn't moan into the mic.

You could feel his dick start to twitch uncontrollably in your mouth, knowing he was close, and within a few seconds with no warning, Lando let his cum splutter down your throat as he clenched his fists on his chair handles, biting his bottom lip agonizingly hard to keep quiet, letting out a few staggered breaths.

Your own mind forgot where you were for a second, and as soon as you got a taste of him, you moaned a little too loudly, halting your movements for a split second.

You looked up at Lando and saw him mouth ''swallow it'' to you, to which you gladly obliged because he was delicious.

Max of course, caught up to what was happening. He indirectly threw teases at Lando which luckily the chat hopefully wouldn't catch on to.

As you sucked Lando dry, you pulled back and took a few breaths.

You needed more.

Your cunt was begging you for something, anything.

You looked up at Lando again, cheeks flushed, and sent him a silent ''please'' You watched as his eyes turned shades darker.

Just one look at you like that on your knees, and he was putty in your hands.

He ended the stream with no goodbyes, no explanation, nothing.

He roughly pulled you out from under the table and carried you to the bedroom, throwing you on the bed.

''You asked for it baby'' he harshly said, hovering above you as you peeled his tshirt off.

Finally, he lowered down and attacked your lips with his own. Clashes of teeth and tongue, biting and nipping as you fought each other, spit messing your chins already.

You let your hands wander his toned body - following the outlines of his taunt muscles, eventually settling at his precious hair, pulling at it to edge him on.

Lando lowered his lips to your neck, finding your sweet spots which had you biting your own lips in anticipation of what was to come.

He hen went to your boobs, taking his sweet time tugging and suckling on your nipples, while his eyes stayed trained on yours.

Your cunt, for one, was getting impatient, clenching around air, begging for something.

''Please Lando'' you said, innocently as you could so he'd give in.

''Patience baby. Gonna ruin you tonight''

After spending a ridiculous amount of time on your boobs, Lando finally traveled further south, and thank god he didn't waste time in getting down and dirty.

He devoured your pussy that had been dripping, for him.

''So wet y/n. Wet for me, yeah?'' he asked.

You quickly nodded, wanting to boost his ego before you fucking exploded.

''All for you Lan'' you panted as he slid his tongue through your folds multiple times before starting to thrust into your hole as he held your legs apart strongly.

Your hands returned to his hair, pulling at it roughly as you very quickly felt the warmth start to build up in your stomach.

''M close'' you cooed, taking a boob into your hand and squeezing it a few times.

Lando had let his fingers find your clit, and this threw you over the edge, shaking and shuddering underneath him as you came all over his face, while you let obscene noises and moans leave your mouth, praising him for how good his fucking tongue is.

He licked up all your cum before reaching up and letting some drip straight from his mouth down into your yours - his own series of ''fucks'' leaving his mouth at the sight of you tasting yourself.

But as much as you loved when he ate you out, you loved his dick more.

So you reached down and took his thick girth into your hands, pumping it a few times before bringing it to your entrance and guiding it through you.

You gasped at the intrusion, eyes locked on Lando's as he bottomed out in you, before he started moving, thrusting out fully before slamming back into you roughly, fucking into you roughly.

''Fuck. So tight baby'' he mumbled as he leaned down to kiss you again.

''Lan please, harder. Fuck me harder, please'' you begged, needing more and more of him and your nails dug deep into the muscles of his back, surely leaving bruises.

''If i fuck you any harder I'm gonna break you'' he said breathlessly.

''Then break me'' you pressed, taking him by surprise.

He smirked, ''and this is why i fucking love you so much'' he whispered before picking up his pace even more, literally ramming his body into yours.

You shut you eyes and before you knew it your orgasm had taken over your body, cum exploding out of you as you swear you could see stars, all the while Lando's pace didn't slow one bit.

Suddenly though, he pulled out of you.

You looked down at him, confused, irritated that he'd stopped. But you mind quickly phased out as he bought his mouth to your cunt and collected as much of your cum as he could on his tongue, leaning up to engulf you in a dirty, filthy kiss. Both your cheeks and chins' were sticky and slimy but you couldn't care one bit because that was hot.

Lando manhandled your body to flip you over onto all fours, before he thrust himself through your cunt and resumed a rapid pace again, while his one hand found your throat and the other pinched your nipples.

''Lan, fuck, close. Gonna cum'' you mumbled as you felt him him you G-spot over and over and over and then your mind blanked.

You couldn't think straight. All you knew was there was liquid flying out of you left right and center, you could feel Lando's tongue, and all you ears could hear was Lando praising you for ''being the sexiest thing to grace this earth, how he's gonna make you squirt every day for the rest of your lives because fuck, there was nothing hotter than that''

Wait. What? Did he just say squirt?

Then your brain caught up, and your eyes flew open.

Lando was still ramming into you, so you looked back at him with the biggest look of embarrassment because wdym you squirted?

His whole face was wet with slick and sweat. He looked hot.

You tried to talk, but you couldn't, your body and mind a mixture of a lot of things. And with the way Lando was chasing his high now, you figured you'd let him finish before attempting to comprehend what was happening.

''I'm gonna cum y/n'' he warned. ''One day fuck a baby into this pretty cunt of your's'''he whispered, more to himself.

You clenched your walls around his throbbing dick, yet another orgasm coming over you, and within seconds he was spasmming and letting his load go deep within you, his own pornographic moans and grunts leaving his mouth.

Finally, you both fell forward, you on the bed and he on top of you, breathless and sticky, trying to calm your shaking bodies.

You could feel Lando softening inside you, and you both hissed when he slid out, your cunt extremely sensitive.

He gave you a sheepish smile before pulling you to lay on top of him.

''Please interrupt my stream more often if this is what I'll get. Squirming? Fucking sexiest shit you've ever done baby''

[kringelorde]

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