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A Night In Monaco | LN4 and OP81

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . summary ━━━━━━━ In Lando’s Monaco apartment, Y/N takes full control during a first-time threesome with Lando and Oscar. She dominates them both, making them whimper as they submit to her every command. Neither man touches her without permission—she decides who gets what, and when. By the end, they’re wrecked and breathless, completely hers.

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader, Oscar Piastri x she!reader

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . word count ━━━━━━━ 10.3k

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, creampie, oral sex (f and m receiving), double creampie, breast play, nipple play, fem!dom, sub!Lando, sub!Oscar, threesome, multiple orgasms, cum eating, cockhold

Based on this request.

The room was warm, the kind of warmth that came from tension rather than the Monaco sun outside. Y/N sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed, the stem of her wine glass twirling lazily between her fingers. Lando was beside her, his body angled toward her in a way that suggested he wasn’t entirely focused on the conversation. His eyes lingered on her lips every time she spoke, and his fingers tapped against the can of Monster in his hand like he was trying to distract himself from something.

“You’re quiet,” she said, her voice low and deliberate, her accent softening the words just enough to make them sound like honey dripping from her lips. She tilted her head, her dark eyes catching his. “Something on your mind?”

Lando leaned back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re on my mind,” he replied, his voice just as deliberate as hers. He wasn’t hiding it anymore—the way he looked at her, the way his body seemed to gravitate toward hers. It was almost embarrassing, the way she could reduce him to this. But he didn’t care. Not when she was this close, not when she smelled like vanilla and something earthy, something that made his chest tighten every time he inhaled.

Y/N laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, and leaned back too, her eyes never leaving his. “Careful, Lando,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. “You’re starting to sound like a man who’s about to make a mistake.”

Before he could respond, the doorbell rang, sharp and insistent, cutting through the thick air between them. Lando frowned, glancing toward the door. “Who the hell is that?” he muttered, but Y/N was already smirking again, like she knew something he didn’t.

Oscar stood in the doorway, his hand still hovering by the doorbell, his other hand clutching a small bag. He looked… uncomfortable. Like he’d walked into something he wasn’t supposed to see. Lando’s eyes narrowed, but Y/N was already on her feet, her movements slow and deliberate, like she was savoring every second of this.

“Osc,” she said, her voice warm and inviting, the kind of tone that made it impossible to say no. “Come in. You’re just in time.”

Oscar hesitated, his eyes darting between Lando and Y/N. “I can come back,” he said quickly, taking a step back as if he was preparing to bolt.

Y/N stepped forward, closing the distance between them with a grace that made both men’s breath catch. “Or,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “you can stay. But only if you stop pretending you don’t want to watch.”

Oscar’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. But then he nodded, a small, almost imperceptible motion, and stepped inside.

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The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N returned to the sofa, her movements slow, like she had all the time in the world. She picked up her wine glass, took a slow sip, and then set it down with deliberate precision. Her eyes flicked from Lando to Oscar, and then back again, a smirk playing on her lips.

“So,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “Who’s going to make the first move?”

Neither man spoke. Lando’s jaw tightened, and Oscar looked like he was trying to disappear into the couch. Y/N laughed softly, the sound like velvet, and leaned back, her legs uncrossing slightly. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every second of it.

“You two are adorable,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “But I’m not going to wait forever.”

Lando was the first to move. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the way he was barely holding himself back. “What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, his voice rough, like he was already half-lost in her.

She smirked, her eyes flicking to Oscar for just a moment before returning to Lando. “What do I want?” she repeated, her voice low and teasing. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t want me. Both of you.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, and Lando’s eyes darkened. Y/N leaned forward, her arms resting on her knees, her face inches from Lando’s. “Well?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Are you going to make me wait?”

Lando didn’t hesitate. He reached for her, his hand tangling in her hair, and pulled her into a kiss that was anything but gentle. Y/N responded immediately, her lips parting beneath his, her hands gripping the front of his shirt to pull him closer. It was messy and desperate, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt about what he wanted.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Oscar shift uncomfortably, his eyes fixed on them like he couldn’t look away. She pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, and looked at him over Lando’s shoulder. “Your turn,” she said, her voice breathless but still teasing.

Oscar froze, his eyes wide, like he hadn’t expected her to call him out like that. But then he nodded, his movements slow and deliberate, and leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was softer, more tentative, but no less heated.

Y/N pulled back again, her eyes flicking between the two of them, and smirked. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said, her voice low and teasing. She leaned back, her arms resting on the back of the couch, and looked at them both with a challenge in her eyes. “So, what’s next?”

The room was thick with anticipation, the kind that made the air feel heavy and charged, like the calm before a storm. Y/N sat back on the sofa, her legs spread just enough to be teasing, her dress riding up her thighs. She looked at Lando and then at Oscar, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and dominance. Neither man moved, their breathing shallow, their gazes locked on her like she was the only thing in the room worth looking at.

“Well?” she said, her voice low and smooth, like velvet laced with fire. “Who’s going to make the first move?”

Lando swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the can of Monster he’d been nursing. Oscar shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting from her to Lando and back again, like he was trying to figure out if this was some kind of trap. Y/N smirked, leaning back against the cushions, her arms stretching out lazily.

“If you’re waiting for me to beg,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement, “you’re going to be waiting a very long time.”

Lando was the first to break. He set the can down on the coffee table with a soft clink, his eyes never leaving hers. He moved slowly, deliberately, like he was testing the waters, and knelt in front of her. Oscar stayed where he was, frozen, his hands gripping the edge of the couch like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Y/N reached down, her fingers tangling in Lando’s curls as she tilted his face up to meet hers. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice low and husky. “Now, where were we?”

Her other hand slid slowly up her thigh, the hem of her dress inching higher until it was bunched around her hips. Lando’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa like he was trying to keep himself from touching her. Oscar’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing as he watched, unable to look away. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“No touching yourselves,” Y/N said, her voice firm but soft, like she was giving an order she knew they wouldn’t dare disobey. “No fucking. Just your mouths. Make me come first, then maybe I’ll let you have more.”

Lando’s eyes darkened at her words, his lips parting slightly as he leaned in, his breath hot against her inner thigh. Y/N’s fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him closer, and when his mouth finally met her, she let out a soft sigh that made Oscar’s entire body tense.

She glanced over at him, her lips curling into a smirk. “What about you, Oscar? You just going to sit there and watch, or are you going to join in?”

Oscar hesitated, his eyes darting between her and Lando, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to move. Y/N snapped her fingers, the sound sharp and commanding, and he was on his feet in an instant, his gaze locked on hers. She tilted her head slightly, a silent invitation, and he didn’t need to be told twice.

Reaching down, Oscar hooked his fingers under the straps of her dress, pulling them slowly off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her waist, revealing her bare chest. Y/N didn’t flinch, didn’t try to cover herself—she just watched him, her lips curled into a smirk, daring him to continue.

Oscar’s hands trembled slightly as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, already hardened from the anticipation. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above her skin for a moment before he finally closed the distance, his mouth warm and wet against her. Y/N let out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked gently, his tongue circling her nipple in slow, teasing motions.

While Oscar focused on her chest, Lando was on his knees between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he buried his face in her. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking in a rhythm that made her toes curl. Y/N’s breathing hitched, her head falling back against the cushions as she let out a low moan.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Just like that.”

Oscar shifted his attention to her other breast, his lips and tongue just as eager, while Lando devoured her with a hunger that left her trembling. She tightened her grip on both their heads, pulling them closer, urging them on.

“Good boys,” she murmured, her voice laced with command and satisfaction. “Don’t stop.”

Neither of them dared to disobey.

Lando’s tongue was relentless, sliding between her folds with a practiced precision that had her toes curling. He alternated between broad, slow strokes and focused flicks around her clit, each movement deliberate and maddening. His lips wrapped around her sensitive bud, sucking gently at first, then harder as her moans grew louder, her fingers tightening in his curls. She could feel his breath, hot and uneven, against her skin, and the way his hands gripped her thighs to keep her spread open for him only heightened the intensity.

Oscar, meanwhile, was focused on her breasts, his mouth warm and wet as he teased her nipples with his tongue. He swirled around them in slow, deliberate circles before lightly grazing them with his teeth, just enough to make her gasp. When he bit down gently, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she arched into him, her body trembling from the combined sensations.

“Fuck,” Y/N whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as her hips rolled against Lando’s mouth, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. Her fingers tightened in Oscar’s hair, pulling him closer, urging him to continue. “Don’t stop. Either of you.”

Lando obeyed without hesitation, his tongue circling her clit faster now, his lips sucking harder. Oscar’s teeth nipped at her nipples again, and the dual sensations sent her spiraling. Her breath hitched, her back arching off the couch as the pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn’t hold back any longer.

She came with a low, shuddering moan, her thighs clamping around Lando’s head as her body trembled. He didn’t stop, licking her through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was panting and spent, her hand trembling as she pushed him away gently.

Breathless and still riding the high of her orgasm, she pulled Lando onto the carpet, her legs straddling his hips as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips were hungry, demanding, and he responded immediately, his hands gripping her waist as he tried to pull her closer. But Y/N didn’t let him take control. She deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his, her movements slow and deliberate, a reminder that she was in charge here. And she made sure he knew it.

She glanced over her shoulder at Oscar, who was still sitting on the couch, his eyes dark with want. “You’re not allowed to touch me,” she said, her voice firm but playful. “Not yet. Sit there and watch how I use him.”

Oscar’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He just watched, his breathing growing heavier with every moan Lando let out, every sound that escaped Y/N’s lips as she moved against him.

Y/N’s lips lingered on Lando’s, her tongue sliding against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm that left him breathless. She pulled back just enough to smirk down at him, her eyes glittering with dominance. “Hands to yourself,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding, and Lando obeyed instantly, his arms falling to his sides as he stared up at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

She shifted her hips slightly, the motion slow and teasing, and Lando let out a soft groan as she felt the hard outline of his cock pressing against her through his jeans. Y/N smirked, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You like that, don’t you? Feeling me grind on you while you can’t do a thing about it.”

Lando’s breath hitched, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to touch her but didn’t dare disobey. Y/N’s hips rolled again, this time with more purpose, the friction of her dress against his jeans sending a shiver up her spine. She leaned back slightly, her hands braced against his chest, and looked down at him, her gaze heavy with both challenge and desire.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Lando whispered, his voice rough with need, his hips jerking slightly as she pressed down harder, her movements slow and deliberate. She could feel him trembling beneath her, his body straining to keep still, to obey her command.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Oscar shift on the couch, his hands gripping the edge of it like he was trying to keep himself from moving. His eyes were dark, his lips slightly parted as he watched her, and she could see the way his jaw tightened with every roll of her hips, every moan that escaped Lando’s lips.

“Poor Oscar,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she glanced at him. “You look like you’re aching.” She ground down on Lando again, harder this time, and he let out a low groan, his head falling back against the carpet. Y/N smirked, her gaze flicking back to Oscar. “But don’t worry. You’ll get your turn.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as he watched her, his body visibly tense with need. Y/N laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, and leaned back down to kiss Lando again, her hips still moving in slow, teasing circles. She felt him twitch beneath her, his cock straining against his jeans, and she pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, “Patience, Lando. You’ll get what you want. When I say so.”

Lando groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, and Y/N smirked again, her eyes locking onto Oscar’s. “And you,” she said, her voice soft but dripping with command, “keep watching. You’ll learn a thing or two about how to please a woman.”

Oscar’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He just watched, his breathing growing heavier with every roll of Y/N’s hips, every moan that escaped Lando’s lips as she ground against him. She kissed Lando again, her hands gripping his shoulders as she moved against him, her body flush against his, her movements slow, deliberate, and utterly in control.

Y/N slowed her movements on Lando’s lap, her hips rolling in a final, teasing circle before she stilled completely. She leaned back, her hands braced against his chest, and looked down at him with a smirk that was equal parts playful and assertive. Lando’s eyes were wide, his breathing heavy, his body trembling beneath her as if begging her to continue. She laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, and ran a hand through his curls, her fingers tangling gently in them.

“Patience, Lando,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’m not done with you yet. But someone else needs a turn.” She shifted her weight slightly, her thighs pressing against his hips as she lifted herself off his lap with a deliberate slowness that made him groan in frustration. Her dress slid back down her thighs as she stood, the fabric teasingly brushing against her skin as she took a step back. Lando’s hands twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach for her, but he didn’t dare. He just lay there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes following her every move with a desperate hunger that was almost painful to see.

Y/N turned away from him, her movements slow and deliberate as she walked toward Oscar, who was still seated on the couch. His eyes were locked on her, dark and intense, his hands gripping the edge of the cushion like he was trying to keep himself under control. She stopped in front of him, her gaze sweeping over him with a mix of challenge and amusement, and then she smirked.

“You’ve been very patient, Oscar,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.” Without waiting for a response, she lowered herself onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips, her dress riding up her thighs as she settled into place. Her pussy pressed against the hard outline of his cock, the thin fabric of her dress doing nothing to dull the sensation. Oscar’s breath hitched, his hands twitching on the cushion as if he wanted to touch her, but he didn’t move. He just stared at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and need.

Y/N leaned in, her hands resting on his shoulders as her lips brushed against his in a soft, teasing kiss. She pulled back slightly, her breath warm against his mouth, and murmured, “Hands to yourself, Oscar. You don’t get to touch me. Not yet.” Her hips rolled slowly, the heat of her pussy pressing against him through the fabric of her dress, and Oscar groaned, his body tensing beneath her as he fought to keep his hands at his sides.

She kissed him again, this time with more purpose, her lips parting slightly as her tongue brushed against his. Oscar responded immediately, his mouth moving against hers with a hunger that matched her own, but he kept his hands still, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as he obeyed her command. Y/N’s hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, the friction sending shivers up her spine as she ground against him, her dress riding higher with every motion.

“Good boy,” she whispered against his lips, her voice low and approving. She kissed him again, her movements growing more demanding as she rocked against him, her body flush against his, her dominance clear in every touch, every movement, every breath. And all the while, Lando lay on the floor, watching with a mix of jealousy and desperation, his body aching for her return. But Y/N didn’t look back. She was too busy making Oscar her next victim.

Y/N stopped grinding on Oscar, her movements slowing to a tantalizing halt that left him breathless beneath her. She leaned back slightly, her hands braced against his shoulders, and smirked down at him, her eyes glinting with mischief and dominance. Without a word, she rose from his lap, her dress sliding back down her thighs as she stood. The fabric brushed against her skin in a way that was almost teasing, and she took a step back, her gaze flicking between Oscar and Lando with a look that was equal parts challenge and amusement.

“Strip,” she said, her voice low and commanding, her hands resting on her hips as she looked at Lando first, then Oscar. Neither man hesitated. Lando’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. His chest was lean and toned, his skin flushed with anticipation, and Y/N’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before she turned to Oscar.

Oscar was slower, more deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside. His chest was broader than Lando’s, his muscles defined but not overly so, and Y/N’s lips curled into a smirk as she stepped closer to him, her fingertips brushing lightly over his abs. She felt him tense beneath her touch, his breath hitching slightly as her fingers trailed lower, tracing the line of his hip bones before she moved away, her gaze shifting back to Lando.

She walked between them slowly, her movements deliberate and unhurried, her fingertips trailing over Lando’s abs, over the curve of his hip bones, before she stepped back and looked at them both, her dark eyes glittering with dominance. “I want to hear you whimper,” she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with command. “Not moan. Not speak. Whimper.”

Lando’s jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggled to keep himself under control. Oscar’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared at her, his body visibly tense with need. Y/N smirked, her gaze flicking between them, and then she reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it slowly over her head and tossing it aside.

She stood before them, her confidence unshakable, her dominance clear in every inch of her exposed skin. The soft curve of her breasts drew both men’s gaze immediately, the absence of a bra leaving nothing to the imagination. Y/N didn’t flinch, didn’t try to cover herself—she just stood there, her chin tilted up slightly, her gaze steady and unwavering. Her body was on full display now, every inch of her radiating power and control.

Neither Lando nor Oscar dared to look away, their eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in the room. Y/N smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she took a slow, deliberate step forward, her hips swaying slightly with the movement. She could feel their eyes on her, their hunger palpable, and she reveled in it, in the way she had them completely at her mercy.

"You wanted this," she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with challenge. "Now you’re going to show me just how much."

The room was silent, the only sound the ragged breathing of the two men as they stared at her, completely and utterly under her spell.

Y/N stepped into the middle of the living room, her movements slow and deliberate, her naked body a canvas of power and control. She knelt down, the cool floor beneath her knees only adding to the electric tension in the room. Her eyes flicked between Lando and Oscar, her gaze steady and unwavering as she commanded them with nothing but a look.

“Come here,” she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with authority.

Both men obeyed instantly, their legs carrying them to her without hesitation. They stood before her, completely naked, their cocks standing at attention, inches from her face. The sight alone was enough to make her pulse quicken, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a smirk as she looked up at them, her dominance clear in every inch of her posture.

She shifted her focus to Oscar first, her eyes locked onto his as her hands slid up his thighs, her touch feather-light yet purposeful. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the inside of his thigh in a soft, teasing kiss that made him shiver. Oscar’s breath hitched, his hands twitching at his sides as he fought to stay still, to obey her command not to touch her. She kissed his thigh again, her lips warm and wet against his skin, and then she glanced over at Lando, her smirk widening when she saw the jealousy burning in his eyes.

Lando was furious. He couldn’t stand the thought of her touching Oscar first, of her lips brushing against his skin while he was left to watch, to wait. He was the one who had introduced her to Oscar. He was the one who had known her longer, who had wanted her more. And yet, here he was, standing there like a fucking idiot, completely naked, his cock hard and inches from her face, the tip flushed with desperation as he watched her kiss Oscar’s thigh, her lips lingering just long enough to make him squirm.

Y/N knew exactly what she was doing. She had known Lando long enough to understand how possessive he could be, how much he hated the idea of sharing her, even for a moment. And she was using that to her advantage, using it to drive him wild, to make him ache for her in a way he never had before. She kissed Oscar’s thigh again, her tongue flicking against his skin in a way that made him groan, and then she glanced back at Lando, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.

“Patience, Lando,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, her lips brushing against Oscar’s skin as she spoke. “You’ll get your turn. But first…” She leaned in, her mouth hovering just above Oscar’s cock, her breath warm against him as she whispered, “Let me hear you whimper.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his body trembling beneath her as he fought to keep himself under control. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. She smirked, her lips brushing against the head of his cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him groan, and then she pulled back slightly, her gaze flicking to Lando again for a second.

And when she finally took him into her mouth, he couldn’t hold back any longer. A soft, desperate whimper escaped his lips, the sound sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine as she smirked up at him, her dark eyes glinting with satisfaction.

She could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled beneath her touch, and she reveled in it, in the power she had over him. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive underside of his shaft in a slow, deliberate motion that made him groan, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to stay still.

She smirked up at him, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her tongue swirling around him as she descended. Oscar’s breath hitched, his body tensing as she took him deeper, her lips wrapping tightly around him as she began to move. Her head bobbed slowly, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock with every upward stroke, her lips creating a delicious suction that had him trembling beneath her.

Y/N’s movements were deliberate, her pace slow and unhurried, as if she wanted to savor every moment of this. She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she swirled her tongue around him, teasing him with the barest hint of pressure before taking him back into her mouth. Oscar groaned, his hands forming into a fist as he fought to keep himself under control, his body trembling with the effort.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Lando watching them, his eyes filled with jealousy, his cock impossibly hard as he stood there, completely at her mercy. She could see the frustration burning in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened as he watched her suck Oscar’s cock, and she reveled in it, in the way she was driving him wild with just a few slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.

She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of Oscar’s cock as she smirked up at him. “You like that, don’t you?” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with amusement. Oscar nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he stared down at her, his body trembling with need.

Y/N didn’t give him a chance to respond. She took him back into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around him as she began to move again, her pace quickening slightly as she worked him with her tongue. She swirled it around the sensitive head of his cock, teasing him with the barest hint of pressure before descending again, taking him deeper into her mouth with every stroke.

Oscar groaned, his body trembling with the need. Y/N’s movements grew more purposeful, her pace quickening as she worked him with her tongue, her lips creating a delicious suction that had him trembling beneath her. She could feel the way his cock twitched in her mouth, the way his breathing grew heavier with every stroke of her tongue, and she smirked around him, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Y/N pulled back slowly, her lips leaving Oscar’s cock with a soft, wet pop that echoed in the silent room. A string of saliva connected her mouth to the tip of his shaft, glistening in the low light as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a small smirk playing on her face. Her chin was damp, her lips swollen, and she didn’t care in the slightest. She turned her gaze to Lando, her eyes locking onto his with a mischievous glint that made his breath catch.

Lando was fuming, his jaw clenched, his hands trembling at his sides. The jealousy was written all over his face, his eyes burning with a mix of frustration and desire as he watched her. Y/N tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she crawled toward him on her knees, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. She stopped just inches away from him, her eyes never leaving his, her breath warm against his cock as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

“Patience, Lando,” she whispered, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with amusement. She kissed his thigh again, her lips warm and wet, her tongue flicking against his skin in a way that made him shiver. “You’re going to have to wait your turn. But don’t worry, I’ll make it worth it.”

Lando’s breath hitched, his body trembling with the effort of staying still, of obeying her command not to touch her. She leaned back slightly, her eyes locked onto his as her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her fingers tightening just enough to make him groan. She smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his shaft with every upward motion.

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice low and husky, her eyes full of mischief. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock, her breath warm against him as she whispered, “Whimper for me, Lando.”

Lando didn’t hesitate. A soft, desperate sound escaped his lips, the sound sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine as she smirked up at him, eyes glinting with satisfaction. She leaned in, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh in a slow, deliberate motion that made him groan. Her hand continued to stroke him, her fingers tightening slightly as she took him deeper into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch.

Lando’s breathing grew heavier, his body trembling beneath her as she worked him with her mouth, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock with every stroke. She could feel the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the way his hips jerked slightly, as if he was trying to thrust into her mouth but didn’t dare disobey her command. She smirked around him, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she whispered, “Good boy.”

She took him back into her mouth, her movements growing more purposeful, her pace quickening as she worked him with her tongue. She swirled it around the sensitive head of his cock, teasing him with the barest hint of pressure before descending again, taking him deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Lando groaned, his body trembling with the need to touch her, to take control, but he didn’t dare. He just stood there, completely at her mercy, his eyes locked onto her as she took him deeper, her lips creating a delicious suction that had him trembling beneath her.

Y/N’s movements were deliberate, her pace slow at first, as if she wanted to savor every moment of this. She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she swirled her tongue around him, teasing him with the barest hint of pressure before taking him back into her mouth. Lando groaned, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to stay still, to obey her command not to touch her. But it was becoming increasingly difficult, the sight of her with his cock in her mouth driving him wild.

She was mesmerising, her eyes locked onto his as she worked him with her mouth, her lips creating a delicious suction that had him trembling with need. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, couldn’t stop staring at the way her lips stretched around him, the way her tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh of his cock with every stroke. He was completely lost in her, in the way she was driving him wild with just a few slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Oscar watching them, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he fought to keep himself under control. She smirked around Lando’s cock, her eyes flicking to Oscar for just a moment before returning to Lando. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, the words sending a shiver down Lando’s spine. “Completely at my mercy.”

She took him back into her mouth, her movements growing more purposeful, her pace quickening as she worked him with her tongue. She could feel the way his body tensed beneath her, the way his cock twitched in her mouth, and she smirked around him, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. She was in complete control, and she knew it. And she was loving every second of it.

Y/N pulled back slowly, her lips leaving Lando’s cock with a soft, wet pop. Lando whimpered, the sound desperate and needy, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself under control. She smirked up at him and rose to her feet, her movements slow and deliberate. She stood before them, naked and confident, her gaze sweeping over their flushed faces and trembling bodies like a queen surveying her subjects.

The silence was thick, suffocating, charged with the weight of anticipation. Neither Lando nor Oscar dared to speak, their eyes locked on her as she stepped closer, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. She stopped inches away from them, her chin tilted slightly, her smirk widening as she looked between them, her dominance radiating from every inch of her.

“Here’s the deal,” she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with challenge. “I’m going to touch you both for sixty seconds. Whoever doesn’t make a sound gets to fuck me first.” Her smirk widened, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she added, “Good luck.”

Neither man dared to respond. They just stood there, their breathing shallow, their bodies tense with anticipation as she stepped closer, her hands trailing up their chests in a slow, deliberate motion. Her touch was feather-light, her fingertips brushing over their skin in a way that sent shivers down their spines. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Lando’s collarbone in a soft, teasing kiss that made him shiver, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to stay silent.

Her gaze flicked to Oscar, her smirk widening as she leaned in to kiss his shoulder, her lips warm and wet against his skin. She moved lower, her tongue flicking against his chest in a slow, deliberate motion that made him tremble, his breath hitching slightly as he fought to keep himself under control. She glanced up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief as she whispered, “You’re doing so well, Oscar. Don’t break now.”

Her hands trailed lower, her fingers brushing over their abs, teasingly close to their cocks but not quite touching. She shifted her focus back to Lando, her lips brushing against his stomach in a slow, lingering kiss that made him groan, his body trembling beneath her touch. She smirked up at him, her eyes dark with mischief as she whispered, “Patience, Lando. You’re doing so well.”

But she wasn’t done. Her hand wrapped around his cock, her fingers tightening slightly as she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his shaft with every upward motion. Lando’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to stay silent, but it was becoming increasingly difficult, the sight of her with her hand on his cock driving him wild.

She turned her attention to Oscar, her hand wrapping around his cock as well, her fingers tightening just enough to make him groan. She smirked up at him, her eyes with mischief as she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his shaft with every upward motion. Oscar’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to stay silent, but it was becoming increasingly difficult, the sight of her driving him wild.

She glanced between them, her smirk widening as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of Lando’s cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him groan. She shifted her focus to Oscar, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him tremble. She could feel them both on the edge, their bodies trembling with need, their breathing ragged and uneven as they fought to stay silent.

But then, it happened. A soft, desperate whimper escaped Oscar’s lips, the sound sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine as she smirked up at him, her dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. She pulled back slightly, her hand still wrapped around his cock, and murmured, “Well, well, Oscar. Looks like you’re the loser.”

She turned her attention to Lando, her smirk widening as she whispered, “You win, Lando. Congratulations.” Her hand tightened around his cock, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his shaft as she stroked him slowly, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Now, let’s make this worth it.”

Y/N leaned back slightly, her hand tightening around Lando’s cock as she gave him one final, slow stroke before releasing him. Her eyes flicked to Oscar, who was still standing there, his breathing ragged, his body trembling with need. She smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she stepped away from Lando and walked over to the couch, her movements slow and deliberate. She sank down onto the soft cushions, her legs spreading slightly as she leaned back, her gaze locked on Oscar.

“Sit,” she commanded, her voice low and velvety, the word dripping with authority. Oscar didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly, sinking down onto the couch opposite her, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the way his hands twitched at his sides, like he wanted to touch himself but didn’t dare without her permission. She smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she leaned back, her legs spreading wider, her hips tilting slightly toward him. “Touch yourself,” she said, her voice firm but soft, like she was giving an order she knew he wouldn’t dare disobey. “Slowly. But if you even think about coming, I’ll stop everything.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his hands trembling slightly as he reached between his legs, his fingers wrapping around his cock. He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes locked on Y/N, his breathing growing heavier with every stroke. She smirked, her gaze flicking to Lando, who was still standing there, his cock hard and flushed with need, his eyes burning with a mix of jealousy and desire. She tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she murmured, “Come here, Lando.”

Lando didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly, sinking down onto the couch beside her, his body trembling with need as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She smirked, her hands sliding up his chest, her fingertips brushing over his skin in a slow, deliberate motion. “Then take me,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with challenge. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

Lando didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he positioned himself between her legs, his cock brushing against her slick entrance. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N.”

She smirked, her hands sliding up his back, her nails digging into his skin as she whispered, “Fuck me, Lando. Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his breath hitching as he felt her tight, wet heat enveloping him. Y/N’s breath hitched, her head falling back against the couch as she felt him filling her, stretching her in a way she had never experienced before. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls stretching to accommodate his size, and she let out a low, shuddering moan as he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against hers.

Lando groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he fucked her, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her with every thrust. Her tits bounced with the rhythm of his movements, her nipples hard and sensitive.

“Fuck, Lando,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. “You feel so fucking good.”

Lando groaned, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, as he fucked her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her. Y/N’s pussy clenched around him, her walls fluttering as she felt her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.

Her eyes flicked to Oscar, who was still sitting there, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on them, his breathing ragged and uneven. She smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she murmured, “Look how good he fills me. Look how I stretch for him. That could’ve been you.”

Oscar groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he stroked himself. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke, but he didn’t dare come, not when she had made it clear that she would stop everything if he did.

Y/N’s gaze flicked back to Lando, her smirk widening as she rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, her pussy clenching around him as she felt her orgasm building. “Fuck, Lando,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she whispered, “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Lando groaned, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, as he fucked her. Y/N’s pussy clenched around him, her walls fluttering as she felt her orgasm building more and more, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.

Her eyes flicked to Oscar again, her smirk widening as she murmured, “You’re so obedient. Sitting there like a good little boy while he fucks me senseless.”

Oscar groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he continued to stroked himself. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke, but he didn’t dare come.

Y/N’s smirk widened as she glanced at Oscar, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Come here,” she commanded, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with authority. Oscar didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly, sinking down onto the couch next to her head, his cock hard and flushed with need. Lando’s thrusts didn’t stop, his hips meeting hers with every movement, her pussy clenching around him as she reached for Oscar’s cock, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft in a firm grip.

She began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his cock with every upward motion. Oscar groaned, his body trembling with need as he watched her, his breathing ragged and uneven. Y/N smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him shiver. Then she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him in slow, deliberate motions that had him groaning, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as he fought to stay still.

All the while, Lando continued fucking her, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, as he chased his own release. Her pussy was full of him, her walls fluttering around his cock as he filled her, the sensation of him inside her sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her breasts bounced with every movement.

Y/N’s mouth was full of Oscar, her lips wrapped tightly around him as she worked him with her tongue, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every moment of this. She could feel the way his cock twitched in her mouth, the way his breathing grew heavier with every stroke of her tongue, and she smirked around him.

Between Lando’s cock filling her pussy and Oscar’s cock in her mouth, Y/N was completely lost in the pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

She let out a low, shuddering moan, the sound muffled by Oscar’s cock as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around Lando as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Overwhelmed, she pulled back, releasing Oscar’s cock from her mouth with a soft, wet pop. Her head fell back against the cushions, her lips swollen and glistening, as a loud, unrestrained moan escaped her lips, echoing through the room. Her body trembled, her hips rocking against Lando as he continued to thrust into her, driving her pleasure higher.

Oscar’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself under control, the sudden loss of her warm mouth around him driving him wild. His hand tightened around his cock, stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on her as she came undone beneath Lando. The sight of her, completely lost in pleasure, sent a jolt of heat through him, and he groaned.

Y/N’s moans grew louder, her voice raw with need as Lando fucked her through her climax. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin as she arched into him, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. She gasped for air, her chest heaving as she whispered, “Fuck, Lando,” her voice trembling with pleasure.

Oscar groaned, his body trembling as he watched her, his hand moving faster on his cock, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, but he didn’t dare disobey her command. He just sat there, completely at her mercy, the sight of her coming undone beneath Lando driving him wild.

Lando’s thrusts grew faster, more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt the heat building in his groin. “Y/N,” he groaned, his voice trembling with urgency, “I’m so close. I’m going to cum.”

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Cum inside me, Lando,” she whispered, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with command. “Fill me with your cum.”

The moment the words left her lips, Lando’s entire body tensed. A low, guttural moan escaped his throat as he thrust into her one final time, his cock twitching violently as he came, hot ropes of cum spurting deep inside her. His hips jerked uncontrollably, his release so intense it left him trembling, his breath hitching as he spilled himself into her. Y/N gasped, her pussy clenching tightly around him as she felt the warmth of his cum filling her, the sensation electric and overwhelming.

She moaned, her voice raw with pleasure, her body trembling as she felt every pulse of his cock inside her. “Fuck, Lando,” she breathed, her hips rocking against him as she savored the feeling of his cum coating her walls, the slick heat of it making her even more sensitive. Her pussy fluttered around him, her walls tightening as if trying to milk every last drop from him, and she leaned back, her head resting against the couch, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Lando groaned, his body still trembling as he stayed buried inside her, his cock twitching as the last remnants of his release spilled into her. He couldn’t believe how dirty she was, how commanding she had been, and the thought alone sent another jolt of pleasure through him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with need, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

Next to her head, Oscar was on the edge of losing control. His hand gripped his cock tightly, his strokes growing faster, harder, as he listened to her command Lando to cum inside her. The words had sent a shockwave through him, the thought of her being filled so completely driving him wild. His breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself from coming, the heat in his groin building to an unbearable level.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on Y/N’s face as she moaned, her pleasure palpable. The sight of her, completely lost in the feeling of Lando’s cum inside her, was almost too much to bear. His cock twitched in his hand, pre-cum leaking from the tip as he fought to keep himself under control, his breathing ragged and uneven.

Y/N glanced over at Oscar, her smirk widening as she saw the state he was in. “Look at you,” she teased, her voice low and husky, “so desperate just from watching. Don’t cum yet, Oscar. You’ll get your turn.”

Oscar groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he fought to obey her command, the sight of Lando still buried inside her driving him wild. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, but he didn’t dare disobey her. He just sat there, completely at her mercy, the heat in his groin coiling tighter and tighter with every breath.

Y/N leaned back against the couch, her body still trembling from Lando’s orgasm, her pussy slick and dripping with his cum. She looked up at Lando and smirked. “Sit down,” she commanded, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with authority. “Let him take his turn.” Lando hesitated for a moment, his cock still twitching from his release, but he obeyed, pulling out of her slowly with a soft groan. He sat down where Oscar had been, his eyes never leaving Y/N, his expression a mix of pride and possessiveness as he watched her.

She turned her gaze to Oscar, her smirk widening as she spread her legs wider, her pussy still glistening with Lando’s cum. “Your turn,” she said, her voice firm but soft, like she was giving an order she knew he wouldn’t dare disobey. Oscar’s breath hitched, his body trembling with need as he moved toward her, his cock hard and flushed with anticipation. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

Y/N smirked, her hands sliding up his chest, her fingertips brushing over his skin in a slow, deliberate motion. “Fuck me, Oscar,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with challenge. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

Oscar didn’t hesitate. He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his breath hitching as he felt her tight, wet heat enveloping him. She was still so wet from Lando’s cum, her pussy slick and warm as it stretched to accommodate his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the mixture of her tightness and the slick heat of Lando’s release sending a jolt of pleasure through him as he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against hers.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Oscar groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one stirring a deep, aching need inside her. Her core throbbed with heat, every nerve alive with pleasure as he moved inside her, his cock finding that perfect spot deep within with every powerful stroke. She could feel the way his cock stretched her, the way it filled her completely, and she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Oscar whispered, his breath hitching as he felt her pussy clenching around him, her walls fluttering as he fucked her. The sensation was overwhelming, the way she stretched around him, the way her pussy gripped him so tightly, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the warmth of Lando’s cum coating his cock, the slick heat of it making every thrust feel even more intense, and he groaned, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, as he chased his own release.

Lando watched them, his eyes filled with a mix of jealousy and pride. To him, it felt like he had already claimed Y/N as his, and Oscar was just borrowing what was his. She’s mine, he thought, his cock twitching as he watched Oscar fuck her, his hips meeting hers with every thrust. She belongs to me. He could see the way her pussy stretched around Oscar’s cock, the way her walls fluttered around him, and the thought of her being filled completely by another man sent a jolt of heat through him. But he didn’t feel threatened. Instead, he felt a sense of pride, like he had already marked her as his, and Oscar was just a guest in his territory.

Oscar’s thrusts grew faster, more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt the heat building in his groin. “Y/N,” he groaned, his voice trembling with urgency, “I’m so close. I’m going to cum.”

Y/N smirked, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Cum inside me, Oscar,” she whispered, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with command. “Fill me with your cum.”

The instant the words left her mouth, Oscar’s whole body went rigid. A deep, primal groan tore from his throat as he drove into her one last time, his cock pulsing hard as he climaxed, thick streams of cum flooding deep inside her. His hips bucked without control, the orgasm hitting so hard it left him shaking, his breath catching as he emptied himself into her. Y/N gasped, her pussy clenching tightly around him as she felt the warmth of his cum mixing with Lando’s, the sensation electric and overwhelming.

She cried out, her voice hoarse with bliss, her body quivering as she felt every throb of his cock buried deep inside her. “Fuck, Oscar,” she gasped, her hips rolling against his as she relished the sensation of his release soaking her walls, the warm slickness heightening her sensitivity. Her pussy clenched around him, her muscles contracting like they were trying to draw out every final drop, and she leaned back, her head sinking into the couch, a contented smile tugging at her lips.

Oscar let out a low groan, his body still shaking as he remained deep inside her, his cock twitching with the final waves of his climax leaking into her. He could hardly believe how filthy she was, how utterly in control, and the thought alone sent another surge of pleasure racing through him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with desire, “you feel like fucking heaven.”

Lando watched them, his cock twitching with arousal again as he saw Y/N’s pussy still stretched around Oscar’s cock, the mixture of their cum dripping from her.

Y/N smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she tilted her hips slightly, forcing Oscar to pull out of her. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, a mix of his and Lando’s cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the couch beneath her. She leaned back, her legs spread wide, their combined release glistening on her thighs and pooling between her legs. Lando and Oscar stared, their breaths hitching as they watched her pussy, stretched and still quivering, their cum spilling out of her in a filthy display of their shared claim.

Lando, already hard again at the sight, clenched his fists, his jaw tight as he watched her with a mix of pride and possessiveness. Oscar, still trembling from his release, couldn’t look away, his cock twitching as he took in the sight of her completely filled, their cum dripping from her swollen lips.

Y/N’s smirk deepened as she reached down, her fingers sliding through the slick mess between her legs. She hooked two fingers inside her pussy, feeling the warmth of their cum coating her walls, and pulled them out slowly, her fingers glistening with their release. She held her hand up, her gaze flicking between the two men as she brought her fingers to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking the cum from her fingers with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving theirs. She sucked them clean, her lips wrapping around her fingertips in a way that made both men groan, their cocks twitching with renewed arousal.

“Delicious,” she purred, her voice low and husky, the word dripping with satisfaction. She leaned back, her fingers trailing down her body as she smirked at them, her dominance radiating from every inch of her. Lando and Oscar were completely transfixed, their eyes locked on her as she savored the taste of their cum, their bodies trembling with the need to reclaim her.

She tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she whispered, “You both did so well.” Her fingers dipped back between her legs, teasing her swollen pussy as she watched them, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. You’re mine now, she thought, her dominance radiating through the room. “But don’t think I’m done with you yet,” she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with command. “There’s still so much more I want to do to you.”

Her gaze flicked between them, her smirk deepening as she saw the way their cocks twitched at her words, their bodies trembling with need. Lando’s jaw tightened, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and desperation, while Oscar’s breath hitched. Good boys, she thought, her dominance only growing stronger as she savored their reactions.

She leaned back slightly, her fingers still teasing her pussy as she looked at them, her eyes flashing with challenge. “Who’s next?” she asked, her voice soft but firm, like she was giving an order she knew they wouldn’t dare disobey. Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she added, “Or maybe… I take you both at the same time.”

The room fell silent, the only sound of their ragged breathing as they stared at her, completely and utterly at her mercy. Lando’s cock twitched, the thought of her taking both of them at once sending a jolt of heat through him. Oscar groaned, his body trembling with need as he imagined her pussy stretched around him while she rode Lando, their cocks filling her completely.Y/N smirked, her fingers sliding out from between her legs as she leaned back, her legs spreading wider, her pussy still glistening with their cum. This is where I belong, she thought, her dominance radiating from every inch of her.

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cherrygirlfriend · 2 days ago

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─ SHE'S A MANEATER! ★

MAKE YOU WANT ALL HER LOVE!

★ pairing: maneater!reader x loser nerd!rafe

★ summary: rafe cameron is the biggest loser you know, but what happens in a dark janitor’s closet stays in a dark janitor’s closet…

★ warnings / tags: smut, MDNI! unprotected piv, sub!rafe, name calling, degradation. wc: 1k

★ author's note: i got a request for a mean reader who bullies rafe and since being mean to men is my favorite hobby… i couldn’t resist.

★ RAFE MASTERLIST ★

take out a dictionary. search for the word ‘loser’. the face that stares back at you? rafe cameron.

he represented everything you hated. goodwill clothes, friend group who's rather lather on axe body spray instead of taking a shower, staying in all his weekends studying or probably binge watching star wars, replaying the scene of princess leia in her golden bikini over and over again and jerking off into an old sock because no one invited him or his friends anywhere.

you were different. most of your college life consisted of going out and partying, breaking hearts of boys you couldn't give two shits about, spending money that didn't belong to you… it seemed like you didn't care about anything, something that the insecure boy couldn't relate.

"hi." rafe said softly and you turned to look at him with an irritated look on your face, your gaze trailing up and down his form with jusgement, the boy's face red and nervous, hand shaking as he held out something; three pieces of paper held together with a paper clip, "he-here's your essay." he muttered.

you took the paper, skimming over it before stuffing it into your bag, "it's about time." you scoffed, crossing your arms while he just stayed there, standing still, "what are you waiting for? a treat? get the fuck out of my face, loser."

"o-okay." rafe stuttered, still a small smile on his face as he made his way towards his friends, nearly tripping on his own shoelaces. but when no one was looking, you slipped a note into the locker you knew belonged to him.

your skirt was bunched up around your hips, straddling the boy who laid on the floor of the bleach-smelling janitor's closet, filled with your mingled heavy breaths and the perverted squelch of his cock inside your wet cunt.

rafe watched you under lidded eyes, your head thrown back as you used him to get yourself off, his hands on your plushy thighs, hips ramming up into you as one of your own hands hand cupped your tit, the other one between your own legs, helping yourself; you never let him touch you like that.

god, he felt like such a fucking loser. rafe would've done anything for you, and he pretty much did. he did all your homework, got you whatever illegal substances you wanted (most often coke or molly), fuck, you could probably get him to hurt someone without even regretting it.

rafe couldn't help it; you were the most gorgeous, perfect girl he'd ever seen. it was like whenever you walked into the room, every pair of eyes locked onto you, and you didn't even care; you didn't care how obsessed people were with you. you knew you were everything and didn't care. all you cared about was your own pleasure, about getting off, whether it was by sex, by being a bitch, by stomping over the hearts of all the boys obsessed with you.

your hand went to his neck and squeezed, a small whine leaving rafe's lips. you groaned in frustration, stuffing the wet pair of red panties into his mouth as you continued to ride him, mumbling, "shut the fuck up..." rafe could still taste the tang of your arousal on the lacy fabric, his eyes closing in bliss as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, making you let out quiet moans.

rafe tries mumbling through the fabric in his mouth to tell you that he was getting close, only for your grip on his throat tightening, your own face scrunching up in pleasure.

"f-fuck..." you moaned, the finget on your clit speeding up, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening, speeding the movement of your hips as you moved up and down on his cock, the lewd squelching and rapid breathing filling the small space

rafe let out a muffled moan when he felt your pussy squeeeeeeze around him and clench with the force of your orgasm, his hips bucking up involuntarily as warm spurts of his cum started coating your gummy walls, his grip on your thighs tightening, your head thrown back in bliss.

but when the both of you started getting down from your orgasms, you groaned and took your hand off his neck, getting off his softened cock as you looked down, seeing his cum trailing down your thighs and scoffing in irritation, your breathing still heavy as you spoke, "you fucking came in me."

you stood up on wobbly legs, grabbing a wet wipe from your bag as you started wiping the white substance off your legs. rafe sat up tentatively, and took your panties out of his mouth slowly tugging his boxer shorts back up, clearing his throat, "i'm sorry..."

"you should be." you sighed, throwing the wet wipe into a trash can and straightening your skirt, "better remember to never tell anyone about this." you scoffed, taking out a pocket mirror and holding it up to inspect your face, fixing some of your makeup as rafe stood up and pulled his jeans back up, sliding the lacy fabric in his back pocket.

"i won't..." rafe mumbled, starting to button his shirt back up "y-you know, you'd probably look much better without makeup..."

what rafe thought would be a compliment seemed to offend you, though, making you scoff and roll your eyes, "i don't care what you or any other guy thinks about me. now wait five minutes before you come out to make sure no one sees."

and so you simply opened the door and made your way out, leaving the boy standing in the dark janitor's closet, haphazardly dressed and chest still slightly heaving as he ran a hand through his mussed up hair.

YOU WISH YOU NEVER EVER MET HER AT ALL!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ tagging some moots <3: @nemesyaaa @inbred-eater @raahosh @rafesheaven @isasweetie @dollyfiles @hauntedfawnn @jjslaybank @littlelamy @cameronsbabydoll @bambiangels

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science-hoes · 3 days ago

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Gorgeous

Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: language, objectifying an old man, the slightest mention of smut, this was very self indulgent so I do apologize if y’all don’t care for it

Description: Robby loses in fantasy football and pays up. Somehow, his loss is making your life a lot more difficult.

Michael Robinavitch Masterlist

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There weren’t many times that the night and day shift united aside from real emergencies. Well, depending on who you asked, this was a real emergency.

“Where is he?” Shen murmured, holding onto his backpack, wearily leaning against the high counter of the desk hub.

Jack checked his watch. “He’s got about three minutes before I show up at his house after work and finish the job myself. And I won’t do a good job.” He threatened.

There was a thrill in the room, similar to the countdown to Near Years. Except that was a few weeks ago. Dana crossed her arms. “Do you think we can sedate him and do it? Technically, he already gave prior consent when the season started.” She noted.

Mel walked up to the mass of nurses and doctors starting at the entrance to the Pitt, slowing her pace at the oddity. “What’s going on?” She asked.

Langdon waved her over, and she happily met him next to a computer station. “Our fantasy football season ended a few weeks ago. It’s time for the Loser to pay up.” He explained.

Mel tilted her head. “Pay up? Is everyone here waiting for money?” She asked.

Santos shook her head. “No. This is better than money.” She replied.

“Priceless.” Collins chipped in.

You weren’t aware of the barricade of healthcare providers protecting the desk hub as you walked through the entrance of the Pitt. When the doors swung open to reveal you, bundled in your pink winter coat, everyone let out a disappointed groan.

You froze in your tracks, offended by the greeting. “Good morning to everyone, too.” You said, rolling your eyes.

Dana shook her head and threw an arm around your shoulders. “No, sweetie, it’s not you. We’re waiting for the Loser.” She explained.

You smiled slightly, not sure what she was talking about. “Who’s the Loser?” You asked.

Ellis grinned and pointed to the door as it swung open. “Him.”

Robby walked through the entrance, wrapped in his black winter coat, backpack slung over his shoulders, and his camping gaiter covering the upper half of his face. Only his dark chocolate eyes and swooping faux hawk were visible.

Jack shook his head. “Oh, fuck no. Take that shit off your face.” He demanded.

Everyone made similar remarks, commanding Robby to pull off the face cover.

Robby rolled his eyes and reached a hand to the edge of the fabric near his cheek. “Before I do this, just know that I hate every single one of you.” He grumbled.

But he still hesitated. Chants of “take it off” began, starting with Langdon and progressing through the rest of the staff. You watched intently, curious what the big deal was.

With a final sigh of defeat, Robby yanked the gaiter down. The Pitt erupted with screams, laughter, and cheers. But you were frozen. There he was. Your senior attending whom you had an unbearable crush on. Who you took months to get used to without embarrassing yourself or showing your intense attraction. Who you thought about when you were alone at night.

Clean-shaven. Not a trace of the forest of facial hair that was there yesterday. Moments ago, with his face covered, you knew exactly who he was. But now? He looked like a stranger.

“I can’t tell if you look older or younger.” Shen managed to say in between waves of laughter.

Robby’s mouth pulled into a straight line, a movement once concealed behind facial hair now overexpressed. “I don’t want anyone ever saying I’m no good on my bets.” He demanded.

Jack cackled as he made his way towards Robby to pat him on the shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve seen your jaw line in 20 years, brother.” He noted.

And, oh my God, you swear Robby had a pout on his face as his friends harassed him. That straight line turned downward into a real frown. There were only a few people who actually had a downward frown, and apparently, he was one of them.

Dana had tears in her eyes from laughter. She wiped a stray one from the corner of her eye. “I haven’t seen this man since Hurricane Katrina.” She recalled.

Langdon’s eyes were just blown wide in horror. “It feels inappropriate to look at him. It’s like he’s naked.” His voice was monotone.

Your eyes were riveted on Robby. His eyes were distant, taking the punches as they came. It was better to get it all out of the way before the shift started. His face was turning red with… embarrassment? Anger? You couldn’t tell, but the color change was way more obvious without his peppered beard to hide most of his face.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He grumbled, taking a step to the lockers.

But when everyone whipped out their phones and followed his advice, blocking his escape to the doctors lounge, he threw his head back in exasperation.

“If any of these pictures end up on social media, so help me God.” He hissed.

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Your shift got off to a great start, but your positive streak could not last in the eyes of the emergency department gods. After a couple of pleasant, simple patient cases, you were assigned to Myrna. There was no issue at first. You took her patient history and evaluated her vitals. She had been brought in after a seizure and, of course, consuming an unknown cocktail of drugs. Same as usual.

“Alright, Myrna. Let me get an IV in you.” You mumbled, sorting the IV supplies on a metal tray.

Myrna groaned in a dramatic fashion, slumping in her wheelchair. “Great, let the fucking intern do it.” She mourned to nobody in particular.

You rolled your eyes as you tightened the blue elastic tourniquet on her arm, hoping that you would be able to find a vein in her used arms.

“I’ve started an IV on you before.” You mumbled.

She rolled her eyes. “And it took you five fucking sticks.” She hissed.

You shrugged. “If you stopped shooting up drugs, I wouldn’t have such a hard time finding a vein.” You replied with as much kindness as you could muster.

She laughed, throwing her head back against the wheelchair. “You’re a spicy one.” She complimented. “Consider me a teaching opportunity. That’s what Fruitcake calls me, anyway.”

You raised an eyebrow as you cleaned a poor excuse of a vein on her forearm with an alcohol wipe. “Fruitcake?” You questioned.

“You know who I mean. The tall one with the beard and-YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Myrna recoiled when you slid the tapered IV needle into her skin, grabbing the metal tray and hurling it at you.

“Jesus, Myrna!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms up to protect yourself from the airborne IV supplies.

The metal tray fell to the floor with a loud clang. In a flash, Dana and Robby were by your side to help you.

“You’re supposed to tell me when you’re gonna stick!” Myrna defended herself.

Robby pushed you behind him defensively as he got closer to Myrna. “What did I tell you about harassing my interns?” He questioned, a sternness in his voice that made even you shiver.

Myrna didn’t say anything at first, just stared at Robby. “Holy shit. Is that you, Fruitcake?” She asked.

Dana began to pick up the supplies that landed on the floor. “Myrna, don’t throw shit. Or we’ll throw you out.” She warned.

Myrna waved her off and returned her attention to Robby. “Looks like you didn’t finish baking.” She teased.

“Thanks.” Robby deadpanned as he turned around to look at you.

Despite Myrna being handcuffed, you were still a little shaken by the incident. His lips pulled into a wide line on his face, his upper lip flattening. Usually, he would just ask if you were okay, to which you would say yes, and that would be that. But instead, he placed a guiding hand on your back and took you to an empty room. When the door shut behind him, he faced you, arms crossed over his chest, and narrowed his eyes.

“When you have a hostile patient like that, you need to ask for help, okay?” He lectured.

The way his lips moved when he spoke was enchanting. His bottom lip thicker than the top, shaping every word with precision that you hadn’t noticed before. Like maybe you had assumed that he had been cutting corners when he spoke with his beard. The freckles that dusted his nose seemed to reach farther down his cheeks than you realized. And the way his zygomatic arches at his cheeks looked like they were sculpted by Michelangelo himself…

Fuck, you had to look away. He was so gorgeous. There was no reason that a man nearly twice your age should have that effect on you. You scolded yourself internally for being so mesmerized by him, but then you wondered how that smooth face would feel between your…

“Are you listening to me?”

Your eyes widened, and your cheeks surely flushed. “Yes, sir.”

“Then look at me.” He demanded, voice tinged with authority.

Fuck. You hesitated, deciding if hiding your crush was worth the reprimand you would receive. Your eyes were focused on your hands, anxiously picking at the cuticles.

“I will not tell you again.” Robby’s voice was sharper now, threatening almost.

You clenched your eyes shut and buried your face in your hands. “I’m sorry, it’s just…I can’t look at you.” You confessed.

A silent beat. “Why?”

A disgruntled breath left your lungs. “Because you shaved.”

An awkward silence followed. That wasn’t exactly the response he expected, but Robby matched your irritated exhale. “Look, I know it looks bad. That’s why I don’t shave. But that’s no reason-“

You snapped your head up, eyes blown wide. “No, no! It looks good! It looks too good.” You cut him off.

Robby froze, and the annoyed face that you were initially met with began to soften. His slackened jaw relaxed, and his lips twitched at the edges. “Too good?” He repeated.

You felt your stomach jump to your throat as you realized the trap you had set for yourself. Tell your boss that he’s hot or that you were lying to get out of a lecture? Either path seemed like a dead end. Where you might actually end up dead regardless of the decision. “It’s just that…you look like a different person.” You confessed.

His lips were pulled into that long, straight line that you had seen this morning. Beginning to turn down in a real frown. “…so I looked bad before?” He concluded.

You groaned in frustration, tossing your head back, clenching your eyes shut. “Oh, gosh, Robby. You’re a very handsome man, and it was already hard for me to look at you without becoming a mess. I used to think, ‘it’s a good thing he has a beard because there’s no way he would look good clean-shaven.’ Then you come in, all baby-faced, and it’s like I relapsed on fucking heroin.” Your word vomit was too much to clean up now.

When you didn’t hear any words, a disappointed sigh, or even the characteristic sound of his short nails scratching his neck, you thought he had left the room to avoid an awkward conversation that involved telling his resident that he did not find her attractive. So you opened your eyes, expecting no trace of your attending, but there he was.

Smiling.

Smiling at you.

And you felt an unexpected weakness in your knees. It was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Not a grin, but certainly the last line of defense. His lips pulled impossibly wide on his face, his cheeks folding into smile lines to make room. Those lines framed his mouth like priceless artwork.

You felt self-conscious now. He must have been amused at your naivety. You definitely weren’t the first resident to obsess over that man. “Why are you smiling?” You questioned defensively.

Robby let out a chuckle that evaporated the stress in your mind. “I have a pretty young girl telling me that I look handsome. How can I not smile?”

Oh.

You closed the distance between the two of you. Your hands found purchase on his chest, which puffed out at the touch. “Pretty young?” You questioned, a playfulness in your eyes. “Or pretty and young?”

Robby reached for one of your hands on his chest, wrapping it in his own. “Pretty and young.” He confirmed. And this time, he showed off those pretty teeth, imperfect in all the right ways, the smile lines stretching almost all the way back to his ears.

Your free hand lifted, and your fingers hovered in front of his face as if they were not a part of your own body, like his smooth jawline was a magnet. Despite your bravery to touch his chest, you found yourself shying away now. “I’m- I’m sorry.” You stuttered, retracting your hand.

But Robby snatched your wrist with a firm gentleness. Slowly, he brought it closer to his face again, inviting you to touch. Your index finger grazed the contour of his cheekbone, met with not a hint of friction. His breath staggered, and you caught him fluttering his eyes at your electric touch. Like you were inching into a freezing pool of water, you cautiously added more of your hand to grace his skin.

“You’re so pretty.” You whispered.

Robby sputtered out a sheepish laugh, his lips stretching into that boyish grin that deepened every line on his aging face. “Pretty?” He repeated.

You nodded, now palming his jaw. Years ago, you were sure, it was probably cut sharp, but now the elasticity of his skin made it more mature and soft. “I’ve seen that picture of you. From the 90s. The one in the hallway. You looked like a TV show heartthrob.” You noted. “I could never convince myself that it was you, but now I can.”

His face continued to redden, the heat seeping all the way to the tips of his ears. There was no way to hide his blushing now. His head turned slightly in your grasp, his lips brushing against your palm, parting slightly as they dragged. Your thumb traced his lips and dragged his thick bottom lip, rolling it down slightly to expose his teeth. He let out the softest moan, almost a whimper. Your eyes locked with his, and the desperation was palpable.

“I feel like I’m cheating on my crush.” You finally admitted, letting your thumb linger on his mouth.

Robby’s lips pulled to one side in a half smile, but it looked almost like a full blown smile compared to what you were used to seeing behind his beard. “I’m your crush?” He questioned, like he was waiting to see if you had also lost a bet.

You laughed at the ridiculous question and looked up at the fluorescent lights. “I’m struggling to hold your eye contact right now because you’re so fucking gorgeous.” You replied.

Those ceiling lights blinded you from what came next. You could only see Robby’s hairline, but then you felt the warmth on your mouth. From his mouth. Maybe you didn’t register it at first because in all of your fantasies, you expected his kiss to be rough with scratches from his dense beard. Your tongue would graze the facial hair around his lips, burning your chin as he moved.

But this kiss felt so clean. So raw. So…exposed. Like insulation from a wire had been pulled away, leaving nothing but the full power of his mouth. You raised your free hand to his face now, seeking proof that the other side was just as smooth and soft. One of his arms snaked around your waist, and his free hand latched onto the back of your scalp.

Feeling emboldened by the returned affections, you moved your lips away from his and kissed the hollow of his cheeks, trailing down to his jaw. Robby shuddered at the sensation, a pathetic whimper leaving his mouth.

You giggled as you continued to worship his face with hot, open-mouth kisses. “You okay?” You teased.

He chuckled, but it was a higher pitch than you were used to hearing. “I haven’t…” He stuttered as you added more kisses to the underside of his chin, crossing to the other side of his face. “Nobody’s…” He struggled to find the right words as your soft, wet lips dragged across his skin. “You’re the first person in 20 years to kiss the skin on my lower face.” He finally managed to say.

You sucked gently at the angle of his mandible, savoring the taste of his elastic skin on your tongue, releasing soon after to protect him from a damning mark. “I’m honored.” You replied with a gentle tease.

Robby grabbed your face to hold you still, and you let out a bratty whimper of frustration that he had stopped your expedition. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip in thought. “We have to get back to work.” He reminded you, but the authority in his voice was dwindling.

Your eyebrows drew together in disappointment, but you could see in the way his lips were just slightly curved up that he didn’t want to leave you. You could read him before, but now he was as transparent as water.

“Okay.” You sighed dramatically and began to pull away from his grasp. “Guess I’ll just finish out my shift and head home. Alone.”

You turned away from Robby, but before you did, you saw him bite his bottom lip, anxious that he had just fucked everything up. His hands had grasped for your body, a little too late, and you were out of his reach. Hook, line, and sinker. Then you turned your head over your shoulder, just enough to meet his overly wide brown eyes, and smirked.

“Unless you wanna come along?” You added in a sing-songy lilt.

Robby’s face changed in an instant, breaking into that wide smile that you were becoming quickly addicted to. The kind of smile that could stop people dead on a sidewalk when he passed by. The kind of smile that people wrote songs about. The kind of smile that could light up a room in a hurricane.

And it was all for you.

“I’ll see you after work.” You confirmed for him.

Robby chuckled, a look of disbelief at your audacity washing over his face. “I didn’t say yes.” He retorted.

You smirked. “You didn’t have to. Your smile gave it away.” You opened the door to the rest of the emergency department, taking a step out. “You better watch that face. Can’t hide behind your beard anymore.”

And you disappeared back into the chaos. Robby remained in the room, smiling still to himself. He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip again. For the first time ever, he was glad that he lost in fantasy football.

—

A/N: Thank y’all for dealing with my slight obsession with clean-shaven Robby. I couldn’t help myself, Noah is just such a cutie.

#the pitt #michael robinavitch #the pitt hbo #doctor robby #dr robby #noah wyle #Michael Robinavitch x reader #dr robby x reader #doctor robby x reader

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jeansdoll · 1 day ago

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thinking about caleb who loves seeing you on top of him. you’re riding him just like he taught you to, tits bouncing in his face, perky nipples begging to be licked and sucked. hands find themselves pressed on his chest, nails digging into his soft skin that form little red crescents. your face twists in pleasure, eyes barely staying open while your mouth remains in it’s ‘o’ shape as you feel his cock reach so deep with every drop of your hips.

he watches you with hooded eyes, admiring how breathtaking you look getting yourself off on his cock �� using him. every roll of your hips has his name slipping through your lips, tangled with incoherent words and sinful whines he could listen to 24/7 and not get tired of.

and what caleb loves the most is when you start to struggle. when your legs threaten to give out, and movements grow weak and slow. your breathing turns heavy, and before you know it, you slump against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. his hands remain at your hips, tightening his grip to keep you right there.

“tired, pipsqueak?”

your breath slows and you nod weakly, face nestled in the crook of his neck, missing the smirk plastered across his face. and instead of flipping you over, letting you lie down on the bed, you feel the sudden buck of his hips, filling you up once again, forcing out a gasp from you. catching you off guard by the intensity.

you barely have time to process it before caleb’s thrusting into you at a relentless pace, giving you no time to catch your breath. you’re a mess, moaning anything possible right next to his ear, each sound spurring him on to fuck you harder, deeper.

“c-caleb ‘s too much”

your body burns, toes curling, that tight feeling within you ready to snap. his grip slides down your body, hands squeezing the plump flesh of your ass, holding you at just the right angle so every thrust hits that same spot, over and over.

“you… wanted to ride me, so fucking take it.”

a/n - kinda need caleb to be real 😇

#love and deepspace #lads smut #love and deepspace smut #love and deepspace x reader #lads caleb #caleb smut #caleb x reader #caleb x reader smut #jeansdoll works ⋆ ₊ ˚

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dollbrbie · 3 days ago

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knowing nagi was about to take your virginity, just as you were about to take his, he felt his hands tremble slightly as he hooks his fingers around the hem of your panties before pulling them down and looking back up at you, “is this okay..?”

you nod with your teeth slightly pulling at the plush of your bottom lip. you were so nervous. especially because you and nagi hadn’t been a thing for too long - you wondered if you were moving things too fast because you wanted to lose your virginity before hitting twenty.

nagi places a soft kiss against your lips before unzipping his pants, his cock springing in it’s already hardened form with pre cum leaking from his pretty pink tip. your eyes widen slightly as his sheer size.

he notices your expression, even if it only lasted a second before reassuring you, “i’ll make it fit, promise.”

he soon lines his tip against your entrance, your glossy pussy sliding him everywhere except where he was supposed to be, “you’re so wet…”, he mumbles in a tone that highlights his fascination.

“just put it in, sei..”, you mumble, a little frustrated and he can’t help but show a hint of a smile.

he doesn’t wait for you to tell him again, pushing his tip inside your entrance that squeezed him so tight, eliciting a choked moan from his lips, “jesus..”

you inhale sharply at the unfamiliar pressure which slowly stretched you out, the growing pain worsening until you feel a painful pop in your core and hissing out with a strong grip on nagi’s forearm.

after that, with nagi’s slow thrusts as he looks at your contorted face with a concerned expression, you feel you body relax with the feeling of pain replaced with a strange pleasure your gummy walls love.

“are you okay?”, he asks hesitantly, unsure what it was you were feeling.

“yeah- keep going, please..”, you nod with a quiet whine, a whine that perks nagi’s ears and causes his thrusts to quicken while getting lost in the feeling of your pussy.

this definitely felt better than fucking his fist every night, getting off on random videos or his perverted thoughts of you that he’s definitely not planning on sharing anytime soon.

his breaths become uneven and his brows furrow together as he forces himself to keep his eyes open to watch the way your eyes roll back and the way your chest bounces with every thrust, “y-you’re squeezing me so tight..”

his cock can’t help but throb around your squeezing walls, rutting into you with such need and desperation. nagi felt like he was in heaven with the way you felt around him - a heaven that you soon found growing in your core as your moans get needier for him.

and nagi feels it too, his balls uncomfortably heavy with his puffy tip desperate to release his load, “t-think i’m gonna cum..”, he chokes out through his uneven groans.

you barely take on his words as your mind grows empty with the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, simply nodding at his words and hoping he gets the memo that you’re about to cum with the way you writhe beneath him.

his hands roughly grip on the plush of your hips before fucking you senseless on his cock, a gasp escaping your lips from the sudden movements and the tumbling orgasm that hits you instantly. your body contorts and your back arches, desperately reaching to grab nagi as some form of support.

it’s not even a few seconds after until nagi’s pulling out of you quickly, his tip erratically shooting out his load in a clumsy manner over your chest and stomach. your body glistens with it and chest remains heavy, looking up at nagi with an expression that makes his cock twitch all over again.

“um.. i’ll go grab some towels.”, he mutters when his head snaps back to reality - a little embarrassed seeing the way he completely ruined you, but also incredibly turned on.

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zenithsturniolo · 3 days ago

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⇢ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅… 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘.

audio — tw: pegging (or something like it)

matt was already worked up—eyes dark, lips swollen from earlier kisses, thighs shifting impatiently as you leaned back against the pillows, fully clothed and calm.

“you gonna behave?” you asked lazily, tilting your head.

he huffed, crossing his arms. “why should i, if you’re just gonna sit there looking all smug?”

you raised a brow. “you got something to say, pretty boy?”

he grumbled it more than spoke it—low and under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.

“fuck yourself.”

your gaze sharpened instantly. his jaw clenched like he regretted it—but only a little.

you didn’t blink. didn’t raise your voice. you just said, with a smile:

“why don’t you fuck yourself?”

he blinked. “wait—what—?”

you were already up. already moving. already pulling the drawer open and letting a thick silicone cock hit the floor at his knees with a dull thud.

“there,” you said simply, sitting back on the bed. “go ahead. fuck yourself since you’re feeling so bold tonight.”

his mouth parted. “you’re serious?”

“dead serious,” you murmured, voice smooth and slow. “let’s see how tough you are when your hole’s stretched and you’re drooling on my floor.”

his ears burned red.

you leaned back again, eyes lazy and lidded, watching the way his breath started to shake.

“don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.”

his thighs were already shaking when you cupped his cheek and whispered, “you ready?”

he nodded slowly, pupils blown wide, breath caught in his throat. he was on his knees, the dildo suctioned to the floor in front of him, slick and waiting. you sat on the edge of the bed behind him, clothed, calm, and warm—fingers tracing soft shapes down his back as you whispered in his ear.

“go slow, okay? let it stretch you. i want you to feel everything.”

watching him tremble—needy, breathless, already falling apart for you—stirred something softer in you. made you want to be sweet. gentle. made you want to watch him go dumb on that toy, slowly, just for you.

matt swallowed hard, hands bracing on the floor. his skin was flushed, his cock already hard and twitching beneath him, untouched and needy.

the tip of the dildo pressed against him, and he let out a soft, breathy moan.

you leaned in close. “that’s it. breathe through it, baby. you’re doing so good.”

he whimpered when it slid in, inch by inch, face scrunched in overwhelmed pleasure, mouth falling open as his body slowly sank down. your voice was low and steady in his ear the entire time.

“you’re taking it so well. look at you. so pretty like this.”

he let out a quiet, broken whine when the toy bottomed out inside him, his hips trembling, hands clutching the edge of the bed like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“feels good, doesn’t it?”

“y-yeah,” he choked out. “feels—so full—”

“ride it for me.”

you didn’t rush him. didn’t bark commands. just let your hand slide down to his thigh, rubbing slow circles as he lifted his hips and sank back down, gasping at the stretch.

“mmm, that’s it. just like that. keep going, baby.”

the pace was slow. drawn-out. every drop of movement earned a soft cry from him, every moan coaxed out by your praises and your touch. his cock hung heavy, leaking onto the floor, untouched—but you saw the way he clenched every time the toy nudged deep inside.

“you feel me?” you whispered against his neck. “feel how good you take me, even when it’s not my cock?”

“yes—yes—feels so good—”

“look at you, riding it all by yourself. you don’t even need me.”

he let out a desperate sound and shook his head. “i do need you—need your voice—need you to tell me i’m—i’m good—”

your hand slid up to his chest, fingertips brushing his racing heart.

“you’re perfect,” you murmured. “so obedient. so pretty when you’re needy.”

he rocked harder now. the sound of skin and soft cries filled the room. you leaned into the crook of his neck, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“you wanna cum for me?”

he nodded frantically, voice cracking. “please—i wanna cum with it inside—please—”

“then do it, baby. show me how good you can be.”

he only needed that.

his hips stuttered, thighs trembling, and then he was moaning—long and desperate—as he came untouched, cock twitching, painting the floor beneath him in thick spurts as his entire body shook from the release.

you held him close through it, arms wrapping around his chest as he gasped and whimpered, the toy still nestled deep inside him, keeping him full.

“there you go,” you whispered, kissing his shoulder. “you did so good for me. so fucking good.”

he slumped against you, boneless, still softly panting.

“don’t take it out,” he mumbled. “just—just wanna feel you a little longer.”

you smiled against his skin, holding him tighter.

“you can keep it in, baby. stay right here. i’ve got you.”

a/n: no tags cause i don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable! lmk if you wanna be tagged if i write anything like this again :)

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ice-man-goes-bwoah · 15 hours ago

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Okay okay like brat tamer remmick x brat reader where she’s being all pouty wanting his attention and being all moody and he’s done with her attitude so he just plants her down on his dick and her brain just goes all mushy and her attitude completely disappears as she cockwarms him 🫠🫠 can u tell I’m ovulating?

Brat||Remmcik x Fem!reader

Summary— you had been acting like a brat all day long and remmick has had enough.

Warning—Power dynamics (brat x brat tamer) Light dom/sub dynamic Cockwarming Edging / orgasm denial Rough language Manhandling Possessive/controlling behavior Size kink elements Dirty talk / degradation (mild) Brain-melting overstimulation (non-penetrative) Vampire partner (implied supernatural strength)

@abriefnirvana @fuckoffbard

You were being impossible.

Remmick had given you space. Time. Every chance to settle that little attitude. But no—there you were again, sprawled on the couch in nothing but one of his shirts, huffing, whining, dragging your fingers slowly over your thighs just to see if he was watching.

Spoiler: he was. He always was.

“You’re being cruel,” you pouted, tossing your phone aside with dramatic flair. “I’m bored.”

He didn’t look up from his book. “You’re spoiled.”

“And neglected,” you added, voice syrupy and teasing. “My vampire boyfriend doesn’t even care that I’m sitting here soaking through my panties.”

He turned a page.

You shifted your hips on the cushion, letting out a breathy little moan as your hand trailed between your legs—again, loud enough for effect. “It’s honestly rude how wet I am and no one’s doing anything about it.”

Still, silence.

That pushed you a step too far.

You stood, stomped over to him, and climbed right into his lap, straddling him like a challenge. “Hello? Earth to Daddy Dracula,” you smirked. “Are you broken, or just boring now?”

His jaw ticked. He set the book down.

“Say that again,” he said quietly.

You grinned. “Boring.”

In one smooth movement, Remmick grabbed your waist and stood up, carrying you through the apartment like a ragdoll. You squeaked and kicked a little, but you didn’t resist—not really. Not when you knew what was coming.

He dropped into the armchair with a grunt and yanked your panties aside. You barely had time to gasp before he lined you up and slammed you down onto his cock with a force that knocked every bratty sound from your lungs.

“Remm—!” Your voice broke off into a moan, long and needy.

He filled you too fast, too deep. The stretch made your head spin. Your mouth fell open, your body locked up, and all that fire in your belly short-circuited into static.

And then… nothing.

He didn’t move.

Remmick leaned back in the chair, arms hooked lazily over the armrests while you sat stuffed full of him, trembling, your pussy fluttering around his cock as your hips instinctively tried to grind.

“No,” he warned, voice calm but with an edge sharp enough to cut glass. “You don’t get to move. Not yet.”

You whined in protest, fists balled in his shirt. “But I—”

“I said no.”

He tilted his head. “You act like a brat to get my attention, but when you finally get it, you think you’re the one who decides what happens next?”

You let out a frustrated noise, squirming just slightly. “I was just—”

“Just edging yourself,” he cut in, fingers curling around your ass to still you. “Every sigh, every touch, hoping I’d break. Now you have my cock, and I’m gonna let you sit here—dumb and dripping—until you forget how to act like a little fucking princess.”

Your breath hitched. Heat pulsed between your legs. He was so deep, so still, and you were throbbing around him—desperate for him to just do something.

“Remmick, please…”

He smiled, cruel and quiet.

“Maybe. If you ask sweet enough.”

Your lips parted—but the moment your hips twitched, he gripped your jaw.

“Say something bratty again,” he murmured darkly, “and I’ll pull out and leave you empty until morning.”

You whimpered.

That shut you up real quick.

And so you sat there, cockwarming him—your mind turned to syrup, your body twitching with every pulse of need, every denied orgasm hovering just out of reach.

Mouthy no more. All pout gone.

Just a warm, wet, obedient little toy sitting perfectly still until Remmick decided you’d learned your lesson.

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blueberrisdove-sideblog · 2 days ago

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ꪆৎ SWORD PLAY , ft. Phainon.

tws : nsfw, power play, mild degrading, soft!dom phainon, knife play / kink, mild dubcon vibes, creampie, unprotected sēx and weapon kink / sword play (non-penetrative).

Phainon presses the flat of his sword between your thighs, right against your soaked pussy.

“Gods… look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and amused, eyes flicking down to where the metal kisses your slick folds through your ruined panties. “Dripping like this for a blade? Not even my cock yet, and you’re already making a mess.” The sword’s not cutting—just resting there, heavy and deliberate, cool against flushed heat. He watches every twitch of your thighs like it’s entertainment.

He tilts the blade slightly, dragging the flat edge up, slow and steady. Your body jerks, breath catching when it bumps your clit. “Sensitive,” Phainon hums, leaning in, hair brushing your cheek. “Bet if I pushed this just a little more, you’d start grinding on it without even thinking.”

His free hand settles on your waist, holding you in place. “You want my cock, don’t you?” he asks, all gentle mockery. “But here you are, squirming like the sword’s enough.” He rubs it down again, the edge never dangerous, just a wicked substitute that keeps you teetering.

By the time he finally pulls it away, your cunt’s aching, desperate. And all he does is smile, like he’s got all the time in the world. “If you can act this desperate for a blade,” he murmurs, mouth brushing your ear, “you’d better be ready for what I’ll do once I’m actually inside you.”

He tosses the sword aside like it’s nothing—like you weren’t just grinding yourself on it like a bitch in heat—and suddenly his hand is between your legs instead. Fingers sliding through the mess you made. “Fucking soaked,” he breathes, more to himself than to you, baby blue eyes glowing as he watches his fingers glisten. “All that from teasing? You’re so easy.”

He pushes you down onto the bed, his heavy armor falling away piece by piece. You barely notice it hitting the floor—all you can see is him, cock already hard and flushed as it presses against his stomach. “Spread your legs,” he says, but you’re already doing it before he finishes the sentence.

“Needy thing,” Phainon chuckles, climbing between your thighs. His cock drags over your folds, thick and hot and real this time, not cold metal. He doesn’t thrust in—not yet. Just rubs it there, back and forth, watching the way your body twitches every time the tip bumps your clit. “What’s better?” he murmurs. “The blade or this?”

You whine, trying to buck your hips, but he pins them down with one hand, firm and unrelenting. “That’s what I thought,” he says, finally lining himself up and sliding the head in, slow, deliberate. The stretch is everything—your back arches, your fingers curl into the sheets, and he just groans above you, deep and satisfied. “Fuck… warm little pussy feels so much better than cold steel.”

“You gonna cum for me this time?” he teases, sinking in deeper, inch by inch. “Or should I grab the sword again?”

Phainon groans softly as he bottoms out, hips pressing flush against yours, his cock buried deep and warm inside your soaked cunt. He leans over you, bracing himself with one hand beside your head, the other still cradling your waist like you’re something delicate—something treasured. His breath fans across your cheek as he murmurs, “There we go… finally where I belong.”

He doesn’t move at first. Just stays there, letting you feel him—how full you are, how slow and careful he’s being. “You’re so tight,” he whispers, brushing your hair from your face. “Like you were made for this. For me.” His lips ghost over your temple as he starts to move, slow, deep rolls of his hips that have your toes curling and your breath catching in your throat.

Every stroke drags along your walls just right, each movement smooth and unhurried, like he’s savoring it. “So good, just like that,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your cheek, your jaw, your throat. “You take me so well… so fucking perfect.” His voice is low and tender, no teasing now—just soft praise, his eyes never leaving your face.

Your hands find his shoulders, fingers curling into the muscle there, and he lets out a soft sound when you clench around him. “That’s it,” he breathes, fucking you just a little deeper, just a little slower. “Let me have you like this… don’t think about anything else. Just this. Just us.”

He’s so warm inside you, so close, his body pressed to yours, with every breath, every slow thrust, every sweet word, he’s pulling you closer to the edge—holding you like he never wants to let go.

He stays inside you, still warm, still hardening again despite the soft tremble in his breath. One of his hands runs up and down your side, soothing, like he’s making sure you’re still here with him—still grounded. “Did I go too far?” he asks quietly, voice low and thick with concern.

You shake your head, fingers dragging slowly down his back. “Mm-mm,” you mumble, boneless, completely wrapped up in him. “Wanna stay like this.”

That earns a soft chuckle. He pulls back just enough to look at you, still close, his hand sliding to your thigh to squeeze gently. “I was serious earlier,” he says, voice dipping again. “About being mine. Not just for tonight.”

His hips shift slightly, just enough for you to feel the slow drag of him inside you again, already starting to move even before you're fully recovered. “Still so wet for me,” he whispers, more to himself than you. “Think you can take more?” His tone is tender, never pushing—he’d stop in a heartbeat if you said no. But you don’t.

Instead, you wrap your legs around him again, tugging him closer, and whisper, “Want it.”

His smile is soft as he begins to move again—gentle, unhurried, like you’ve got all the time in the world.

He groans when you wrap your legs around him again, your cunt still hot and dripping, clenching just from the feel of him shifting inside. “Fuck… you’re still so tight,” he mutters, dragging his hips back, just enough for the thick tip to stretch your entrance again before pushing back in, rougher now. “You really can’t get enough, can you?”

His hands grip your thighs and spread them wider, pulling you open as he begins to thrust harder—still careful, but no longer holding back. Each stroke fills you deep, sharp little slaps of skin on skin echoing in the space around you. “You take me so fucking well,” he growls, watching your body bounce slightly with every roll of his hips. “This pussy was made for me.”

Your moans slip out freely now, messy and desperate, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pounds into you. Not cruel—just relentless, focused, fucking you like he knows exactly where you’re most sensitive. “Right there?” he pants, dragging his cock along that perfect spot that makes your legs shake. “Feels good, huh? All stuffed and dripping.”

His thumb finds your clit again, circling it with slick, practiced motions while his cock drives in over and over, hitting that perfect rhythm that leaves you speechless. “You gonna cum again?” he murmurs, voice strained now. “Want to feel it. Want to feel this pretty pussy milk my cock.”

You can’t answer—not with your mind fogged, your body trembling under the pace he's set. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time, your orgasm building again like a fire in your gut. He can tell. He feels it—every clench, every cry—and he fucks you through it, his thrusts going rougher, deeper, until you're cumming again, hard, soaking his cock with a sweet cry of his name.

He groans, hips snapping into you with more force now, chasing his own release. “Shit—fuck—you feel too good,” he gasps, grinding deep as he cums inside you again, cock twitching, spilling warmth deep inside. He keeps moving through it, hips rocking lazily as he lets the waves of it fade.

And then he stills, pressed deep, his breath hot against your throat as he stays wrapped around you, buried in your body like he belongs there. “Not letting you go,” he murmurs, one hand stroking your thigh while the other holds you close. “Not after this. Not ever.”

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mmochammoss · 22 hours ago

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Nicknames

Bakugo knew you were a nickname person.

You had given at least one nickname to nearly every person in your class who allowed it.

He didn’t mind it, in fact, he loved your nicknames for him: Kats, Katsu, Suki, Kitty Kats. The last one wasn’t his favorite, but it didn’t piss him off too bad.

However, in true Katsuki fashion, he acted like he hated them. Which led to you calling him just Katsuki 90% of the time.

He didn’t know why he acted like this.

Acted like he didn’t love it when he knew he did. Acted like he didn’t want to wrap you up in his arms and squeeze you anytime you slipped up and called him Katsu. Acted like his heart didn’t race when you greeted him in the morning with a bouncy, “Morning, Kats.” Acted like he didn’t want to crash his lips onto yours when you cheered him on during training, yelling out, “C’mon, Suki!” for the whole class to hear.

But today... Today, he reached his limit.

You just had to make everything so hard for him.

After a particularly hard leg day workout, you were flat on the floor atop a yoga mat, rolling yourself out with your stick. It hurt like hell, and you knew you weren’t going to apply enough pressure on your own to soothe your burning muscles.

So you asked Bakugo to do it for you when he finished his own workout.

Of course he said yes, only after making a big show of asking why you couldn’t do it yourself, and if you were some kind of 'weakling or something.'

But he still said yes. How could he say no when you pouted and begged so sweetly the second he gave you pushback?

You laid down flat on your stomach with your legs slightly spread, waiting for him to start.

You looked so hot like this.

He double-checked with you that you just wanted your lower body rolled out.

You hummed at him affirmatively before looking back over your shoulder, telling him, “Don’t worry, Katsuki. I can take it.”

Fuck.

He gently rested the roller just below your left butt cheek, slowly adding more pressure and moving it up and down at a slow, steady pace.

You stiffened a bit at the feeling, it was like getting the deepest deep tissue massage money could buy.

He checked in on you again before switching sides and rolling out your right thigh.

His eyes were glued to your ass, loving the way the flesh wobbled as he dragged the roller up and down.

Moving down, he adjusted his position so he could start rolling out your calves. You knew this part was going to hurt worse than the last.

“Don’t move,” he told you, resting the tool on your left calf.

He began applying pressure, steady as ever.

This time, you made a small noise and cursed under your breath.

Bakugo was eating this up.

You on your stomach. Your perfect, legging-clad ass in his face. Whining and cursing while he worked you out.

He moved to your right calf, making you jolt a bit in pain.

“Fuck!” you gasped.

He smirked. “What’s wrong? I thought you could take it?” He asks.

He pulls away, instructing you to flip over so he can get the fronts of your thighs.

You reluctantly changed positions, lying on your back and resting your hands on your stomach.

This time, you watched him as he hunched over on his knees, straddling your right leg and resting the roller in the middle of your thigh.

You winced as he applied pressure, rolling along the area.

You anxiously drummed your fingers against your stomach, your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and concentration.

He moved the roller along the outside of your thigh.

Suddenly you balled your fists, arching your back against the mat in pain.

“Fuck, Suki!” you cried out.

His eyes widened. His movements faltered a bit.

He quickly regained focus, moving higher, closer to your hip bones. This must’ve been where the pain was the worst.

You quickly brought a hand to your mouth, muffling a groan as your other hand reached out like you were trying to grip the mat underneath you.

Bakugo caught every reaction.

Every sudden movement. Every sound. His pupils were blown wide. Mouth slightly open.

He moved to your other leg, checking in one last time.

You looked up at him with big, tired eyes, nodding slowly.

Fuck, he wanted you so bad.

He pressed down on your thigh, a bit harder this time, wanting to hear more of your pretty sounds.

He rolled along the outside of your thigh again, waiting for your reaction.

You arched your back again, throwing your head back this time.

“Kats—s’too much!” you gasped out.

Holy shit.

His cock twitched. This was too good. Almost too much.

He continued for another minute or so before pulling away and laying your roller beside you.

You thanked him for helping you, sounding rather spent as you slowly sat up.

He asked if you wanted him to wait for you.

You told him to go ahead without you, since you had already taken up so much of his time.

Thank god.

He grabbed his gym towel and water bottle before heading straight for his room.

Why did you have to make everything so damn hard for him?

That was the thought that followed him as he collapsed onto his bed, flat on his back.

His fully erect, leaking cock in hand.

Fuck, you drove him crazy.

Your sounds. Your faces. Every cute little reaction. Every nickname.

Katsuki moaned, draping his free arm over his face.

Is that how you would sound under him? Look under him?

He shut his eyes tight trying to picture it.

You, in his bed, underneath him while you gasped and yelped his name just like you had minutes ago.

Which one would be your favorite?

He quickened his pace.

What name would you end up calling him the most?

He let his imagination run wild.

“Fuck, Suki.” “Kats, you feel so good~” “Deeper, Katsu!” “Fuck me, Kitty Kats.”

Now that last one was really starting to grow on him-

He bit down on his bottom lip as he got closer and closer to his limit.

Your voice rang in his head like wedding bells.

Over and over and over again.

“Please, Suki. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, promise.” “Don’t tease me, Katsu. Need more. Need you.” “Fuck, Kats—it’s so big—” “Ah~ Kitty Kats! It’s too much! I can’t—!”

And, God, when you had said that last one? “It’s too much?”

“Fuuuuuuck—” he groaned out through clenched teeth.

Eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he remembered how perfect you looked and sounded.

You told him you could take it.

But he was still too much for you.

Damn it.

You were such a fucking tease.

And you really did drive him fucking crazy.

But he loved it.

He arched his back off his pillows as he worked himself through his climax, breathing heavily through his nose.

He laid there, catching his breath. Mind still racing with thoughts of you.

Fuck, he loved his nicknames.

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midnighthazee · 2 days ago

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My Name

Summary: Your boyfriend has been horny all day and wants you ready when he gets home...won't you be a good girl and let him have his fun?

Word Count: 2254

Warnings: SMUT MDNI 18+, meandom!Seungmin, thigh riding, oral, unprotected (be smart y'all), ass smacking, slight daddy kink, slight degrading, pet names, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, overstimulation, He's got stamina ladies and gents, creampie (I think that's it...? I say this everytime lol)

He had called you on his way home. He demanded you be waiting for him on your shared bed, in that sage green lacy set he just bought you. You ripped the tags off and slipped into it, the set accentuating your curves perfectly.

You did a sexy pose in front of the mirror, taking a picture to show him later. Then you heard the front door open and close. You put on the playlist Seungmin had made and placed your phone on the dresser. You scurried onto the bed, laying on your stomach and facing the door.

He walked in, a grin on his face. You were his good girl. You always did what he asked - no matter what. He slipped his shirt over his head and kicked off his slippers as he made his way over to you.

“Hi Minnie.” you drawled.

“Hi sexy. All this for me?” He asked, slapping your ass.

“Of course. Only for you.” You say, sitting up on your knees.

“My perfect angel… always coming back for more.”

You giggle, scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching for his pants.

“Haven’t I ruined you enough by now? No?” he asks.

You shake your head whilst biting your lip.

“Fuck..you drive me crazy, jagi.” he says, grabbing your throat and kissing you hard.

You moan into the kiss, grabbing his waist.

He grabbed your wrists and put them above your head as he laid you back onto the bed. He hovered over you, one leg between yours. You grinded instinctively, bucking your hips.

“Someone’s eager…” he whispers, nipping at your neck.

You tilt your head to give him access as your back arches. “Minnie…”

“That’s it baby. Hump my leg like the needy little slut you are.”

Your hips moved up and down on his thigh, needing more friction. You whine, trying to pull him closer.

“What is it?” he asks, stroking your hair.

“More…” you moan.

He moves his leg and you pout.

“We’re doing this my way. Now come sit on my lap.”

Seungmin moved so he was sitting against the headboard, setting you on one of his thighs. “Ride me like a good little slut.”

You moved your hips, sliding along his thigh as his hands rested on your waist. Your hands rested on his shoulders, head thrown back as you could feel the build. But it wasn’t enough.

“What’s wrong, pretty? Why the frown?” Seungmin asks with faux sympathy.

“Need more, Minnie..” you whine.

Seungmin reaches forward, tearing your panties with ease and tossing the scrap of fabric. “Better?”

You blush, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Ah ah, let me see you, pretty.” Seungmin says, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You moved your hips again, this time feeling more. You moan loudly, holding onto his shoulders tightly. He pushed the waistband of his pants down, his hard cock popping free. You reach your hand down, stroking him as you ride his thigh.

“Good girl.” he panted, his head falling back.

You relished in the sight of him, the pleasure on his face as you made him feel good. He was slightly above average size, stretching you out so well every time. The ridges and veins of his cock drove you wild. You spit on it and move your hand more, getting off on his pleasure.

He could feel you approaching an orgasm and smacked your ass, his voice raspy. “Gonna cum, jagi?”

You look into his eyes and see his blown pupils. He watched you with parted lips, panting as he watched you. He smacks you again when you don’t answer, making you squeal.

“Yes, daddy. Wanna cum...” you say.

“Should I let you cum?” Seungmin asks, pretending to ponder.

“Please…” you whine.

He grips your hips, guiding your movements as he flexes his thigh. “Cum for me, darling.”

He moves you faster, making you moan loudly. Before long, your orgasm washes over you and your body shudders, But he doesn’t let up - he keeps you moving and his thigh pressed to you.

“Min…” you pant. “Minnie…”

He lets you come down, relaxing his leg. You fall into his chest with a huff, trying to catch your breath. But he’s not having it. He lays you on your back, spreading your legs wide.

“Look at this pretty pussy, baby. Is it all mine?”

“Yes…all yours,” you pant.

He dives in, nose bumping your sensitive clit as his tongue prods your hole. Only the lewd sounds of him feasting on you fill the room. You moan, arching your back as your hand finds its way into his hair. You tug, making him groan into your sweet flesh, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

“God, you taste amazing.” Seungmin groans, inserting two fingers.

He curls them just right and your legs threaten to close. He pins one leg down with his free hand, not letting up as he circles his lips around your clit. He sucks aggressively, pushing you over the edge.

You cum, clamping down on his fingers. You try to turn over in an effort to close your legs but he doesn’t let up. He turns with your body, riding out your high. Your body is trembling at his expert fingers as you squirm to get away.

“Min…min please…” you beg.

He lets up, climbing up your body. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else but me, darling.”

He smashes his wet lips onto yours, letting you taste yourself. You moan into the kiss, hands trailing down his sides and pushing his pants down.

“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he chuckles darkly, his eyes boring into you.

He moves to lay next to you, sliding off his pants and boxers, kicking them to the ground. He then moves you so you're straddling his face, your head at his crotch.

“Well, go on then. Suck me off since you want to so badly.” He commands.

You grip his cock at the base, slowly stroking him. His head falls back, a groan escaping his lips. You move your hand slowly, thumb lightly grazing his tip.

“Stop fucking tease me and suck me.” he rasps.

You smirk, knowing you’re pissing him off. You lick a stripe up his cock, swirling the tip. He smacks your ass, making you jolt. You loved getting him riled up. You take him fully in your mouth before popping off and licking his slit.

He hisses, swatting your ass once more. “Y/n…”

“Yes?” you ask innocently.

He leans up, nibbling on your clit and making you squirm. His tight hold on you prevents you from getting away from his aggressive ministrations. He prods your hole and sucks hard, slurping up your juices like a starved man. He bucks his hip and you know he’s telling you to suck.

Trying to focus, you bend down and take him in your mouth. He thrusts his hips, fucking your mouth as he gets lost in your pussy. He groans against your sensitive folds and you moan around him.

He quickly flips you over, keeping your legs spread as he straddles your head. He continues his assault on your mouth as he fingers you, sucking your clit numb. Your hands grab his ass, squeezing as he thrusts into your throat.

You clench around him, signaling that you're close. And that’s when he pulls away, falling to the side with a smirk. You whine.

“Not yet. Since you want to tease…” Seungmin says. “Get on top.”

You lay there, pouting.

Seungmin pokes his cheek with a shake of his head. “Quit being a brat or you won't cum any more.”

You sit up, climbing on top of his waist, pushing his torso down so he's laying back. He gives two harsh smacks to your ass before gripping your throat.

“You wanna play? Or you want me to fuck you so good my name is the only thing you remember? Hmm?”

“Fuck me.” you give in.

“Good choice, pretty.” He cocks his head to side, smashing his lips onto yours before leaning back and watching you.

You line him up with your dripping entrance and slide down on him. Throwing your head back in utter bliss, you begin bouncing on his lap. He sits up, one hand palming your breast as his mouth sucks the other. He sucks harshly, nibbling before moving to the other. He does the same, nipping at the bud. You hiss at a particularly hard bite and he chuckles against your skin.

“Not funny.” you whisper.

“No?” Seungmin lifts an eye brow.

You push him back onto his back and he grips your hips, pounding up into you. You feel yourself getting close, clenching around his cock as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. You brace yourself on his chest, eyes squeezed shut as you're about to cum again. But just before you tip over the edge, he pulls you off him and tosses you to the side.

You groan at him, getting frustrated. He ignores you and moves you so he can take you from behind, lifting up your hips and lining himself up.

“Next time, don't tease me.” He says, leaning over you as he slams into you.

He stops, sliding out slowly before slamming back into you again. He does this a few times before you cum. It happened so fast, you didn’t see it coming.

“Fuck…” you exhale, body trembling.

He picks up his tempo, fucking you like a jack rabbit as he prolongs your high. Then he pulls out just as fast and flips you onto your back.

“Minnie…” you say, barely able to keep up.

But he's lost - lost and drunk off of you. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it when he gets like this. He would fuck you day and night if he could.

His grip on your hips was bruising as he pounded into you. You could feel another orgasm approaching and prayed he wouldn't take it away from you.

But he didn't. He thrusted until you were an incoherent mess. Your vision was getting hazy and your limbs were feeling fuzzy. He moves one of your legs to the other side, putting you on your side as he keeps fucking you. He grunted and groaned as he chased his own high.

He bent over, kissing and sucking your breasts again as you ran your fingers through his hair. You held his head to you, relishing in his slow languid strokes. It felt so good, him massaging your insides.

His skin was sticky and sweaty as he panted, kissing you.

“Be a good little slut and cum for me.” he rasps.

He leans up, thrusting faster now as he pushes you over the edge. White dots filled your vision as you clamped down on him like a vice. You came - hard. Hard enough to push him out as you shook. Your eyes water, tears streaming down your face.

“Fuck, jagiya.” he whispers. “Look at how pretty you are, sobbing over my cock. Is it that good?”

You moan in response and he smirks. Opening your legs once more, he bends down to lick at your folds. He was obsessed with your taste - this you knew. He could never get enough.

But you were so sensitive from all the orgasms and abuse that you squirmed, whining as more tears fell. “Minnie…”

“You can cum for me once more, yeah?” he asks, kissing up your body as he leans over you.

His cock head poked at your entrance as he laid on top of you, barricading you in with his arms around your head.

“I can’t, Min…” you whisper.

“Yes you can. I know you can.” Seungmin whispers, peppering your face with kisses as he slowly slides himself in again.

You moan, eyes rolling back.

“My little slut always has one more…” Seungmin nips at your earlobe, burying his face in your neck as he thrusts.

His moves were torturously slow as he built you up again. Your body contradicts your words as it begins to tighten once more. He slams his hips into you, skin smacking as kisses and sucks at your neck. You knew your neck was going to be littered with marks in the morning.

He reaches between the two of you, his fingers circling your sensitive bud. You moan in his ear and his hips pick up speed.

“Cum with me, jagi.” he whispers.

He applied more pressure to your clit as he felt himself approaching climax. He groans, hips stuttering as he comes undone. You feel his cock twitching inside, filling you up and cum too. You clench around him, milking every last drop from his cock as you cry out his name. It was so much - he’s never cum this much inside you before.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, body trembling beneath him as he still circled your clit. Your eyes rolled back, body arched, you felt yourself slipping away.

He finally released you, letting you come down from the high as he stilled. He panted in your ear, taking in your scent as he relaxed.

A few minutes later, he kissed your neck, along your jawline, and your lips as he leaned up. He wiped your tears with his thumb as he admired you all fucked out and ruined.

“Fuck…you’re too good, jagi.” he says.

“Mmm..” you say, not opening your eyes.

He chuckles. “What’s my name, jagiya?”

“S-Seungmin.” you whisper.

“Good girl.”

Thank you beta: @rain-water-flowers for your editing, support, and motivation to disrespect :))) LUV U

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