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𝜗𝜚⊹ ‧₊˚ excuses

pairing: actor!enzo x actress!r

sinopsis: Enzo y vos estan teniendo dificultades para filmar una de las escenas en su nueva pelicula, por lo que una noche se aparece en tu puerta con la excusa de practicar.

contenido: SMUT !! insultos, thigh-riding, creampie, p en v, sexo sin condon, diferencia de edad (reader 22 y enzo 34), mirror sex, un poquito de breeding kink, reader es un poco innocente (kinda) smut con plot

word count: 5.3k me re inspire sepan disculpar

a/n: holis !! primero que nada PERDON por tardar tanto, soy bastante perfeccionista y cada vez que decia que iba a subir el fic no me convencia como quedaba, pero me parece que ahora esta bastante decente, espero que les guste, me inspire en tres reqs que me mandaron asi que muchas gracias, sigan mandando !!!

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"¡No, no, no, corten!" El director grito repetidamente, su creciente irritación coloreaba su voz por completo. "Chicos... Ya se los dije antes, pero..."

Te restregaste la cara con un suspiro, levantandote del regazo de Enzo, quien se masajeaba el puente de la nariz en una clara seña de agotamiento. "No veo chispa... no veo-"

"No veo pasión", terminaste la oracion de tu director, quien asintió con seriedad. Era la quinceava vez que estaban intentando repetir esta escena ese dia, el cansancio se hacia presente en el set, sin embargo todo el equipo seguia ahi, inalterable, esperando a que el director diera las ordenes para poder retirarse a descansar ya que, despues de todo, eran casi las doce de la noche.

"Les juro que esto es igual de agotador para mí como para ustedes.", continuó el con el guión entre las manos. "Necesito que quede bien. Simplemente imaginense que esta escena es la culminación de seis meses de espera entre los personajes. Seis meses de tabú, de tensión sexual implacable. Nada más que miradas en clase y breves caricias... se supone que estan al borde de la locura el uno por el otro, feroces el uno por el otro. Pero aca solo veo nervios e inexperiencia... Ustedes son profesionales, les pido por favor que se concentren... Cuanto antes se suelten mas rapido vamos a terminar."

Enzo y vos estaban rodando la primera escena de sexo de una película que relataba la enfermiza y prohibida relación amorosa entre una alumna de 18 años y su profesor quien era mucho mayor que ella. Bueno, no exactamente filmando —ya que no estaban llegando muy lejos con la escena.

Esto era dificil para los dos, simplemente no podían complacer a su director.

El papel ya de por si era increíblemente agotador, incluso sin contar el estrés extra de la escena de sexo: eran jornadas de rodaje de 15 horas, viviendo en el set en una ciudad lejos de tu casa, y la mitad de esas horas se dedicaban a filmar o practicar esta misma escena, tener a un director perfeccionista que se creia la reencarnacion de Kubrick no era facil.

El problema de la escena era su extensa duracion, y el director quería que se hiciera en una sola toma.

una. sola. toma.

Daniel era un director brillante, y tenía un amor incondicional por este proyecto y sus personajes que desearías que todos los directores tuvieran por el suyo, pero él era inflexible en que todo sea hecho a la perfección ya que en varias reuniones previas al rodaje hablo sobre como esta escena estaba destinada a ser la mas "icónica" de toda la película, porque era el quid de la cuestion, el punto de inflexion para los personajes, el punto de no retorno.

"Con todo respeto, Daniel..." empezaste "nunca me habia imaginado en un escenario así, y tampoco tengo experiencia en este tipo de situaciones. ¿A que te referis con que nos falta pasion?"

"Ese es tu trabajo: imaginar e interpretar". El director exigió. Obviamente frustrado con la situacion.

Justo antes de que pudieras retrucarlo, Enzo intervino con suavidad. "Creo que lo que ella quiere decir", dijo, viendo las venas de la frente del director casi por estallar "es que es difícil actuar porque no es una situacion que se viva cotidianamente. Es fácil actuar enamorado porque amor hay por todas partes, ¿no? Pero aca no tenemos mucho en lo que basarnos mas que en lo que podemos llegar a imaginarnos."

La mirada del director se turnaba rápidamente entre vos y enzo por un momento antes de suspirar cansado.

"Me vas a decir que nunca pensaste en alguien mas grande de esta manera?" te insistió, obviamente bromeando y tratando de aligerar el ambiente en el set.

Hiciste una pausa, y trataste de no mirar a Enzo, tu co-protagonista de unos treinta y tantos años.

Enzo habia sido casteado no solo por su impecable actuación sino que tambien por lo absolutamente precioso que era.

Su personaje era enfermizo y asqueroso, por eso sabias que el haberlo elegido a él era una decision calculada y previamente analizada. Querian que el publico bajara la guardia ante su belleza para poder darle un plot twist y que la inmoralidad del personaje los tomara por sorpresa mas tarde.

Estaba destinado a ser visto como un hombre encantador, guapo, totalmente fuera de los límites. El objeto de deseo completamente prohibido, la línea que tu personaje estaba desesperada por cruzar.

No era muy distinto en la vida real; la joven actriz inexperta que anhelaba pasar por alto las reglas sociales y expresar con total sinceridad su admiración por el actor de mediana edad con años de experiencia a sus espaldas.

No estabas enamorada ni nada, pero te deleitabas ante su presencia, despues de todo Enzo era todo lo contrario a su personaje; el mayor era paciente, amable y completamente comprensivo con tu falta de experiencia en el ambito cinematográfico, siempre te guiaba durante el rodaje y te daba tips para sobrevivir a un rodaje. Eran cosas basicas, tales como cuando podias quitarte el maquillaje y el vestuario o como pedir ciertas cosas en set y lenguaje especifico, todas las cosas que a él le hubiera gustado que alguien le diga cuando estaba empezando.

Siempre estaban esos tiempos libres en donde compartian risas sinceras y conversaciones tontas que nunca esperabas de un hombre tan imponente como Enzo, conversaciones en donde sus manos ásperas apenas rozaban tu cintura y su mirada recorria con atencion tu rostro y tu cuerpo, en donde su voz sonaba sensual y provocativa a pesar de que nada vulgar salia de su boca.

Enzo hacía que tus interiores palpitaran, con anticipacion especialmente cuando llegaba la hora de rodar las escenas más íntimas, y solo podías aferrarte a la fantasía de que él sintiera lo mismo.

Todavia te acordabas de la primera escena que hicieron juntos: en la película, sus personajes se encontraban después de clase para conversar sobre un examen desaprobado, el punto en donde comenzaria su atracción del uno por el otro. Enzo estaba presionado contra tu espalda, inclinándose sobre vos para mirar con insistencia el examen, con una de sus grandes manos agarrando tu hombro. El aire se sentía cargado, su cuerpo cálido, su voz baja haciéndote sentir mareada mientras recitaba sus líneas.

Te estremeciste al recordar el momento, y, volviendo a la realidad, respondiste a la pregunta del director con un enérgico asentimiento de cabeza.

El director soltó una risa ‐forzada- y golpeó suavemente el guion contra la palma de su mano. "Bien. Bueno, les parece si cortamos por hoy. Aprovechen este tiempo extra para imaginar, investigar, cualquier cosa, e intenten practicar la escena antes de mañana, ¿Si? La práctica hace al maestro."

Enzo y vos asintieron al unísono, intercambiándose una mirada que gritaba "que vamos a hacer?" antes de apartar la vista mutuamente y regresar a sus caravanas.

Más tarde esa noche, estabas preparándote para irte a dormir, quitándote el pelo recién lavado de la toalla mientras veias el guión reposando sobre tu cama, la luz tenue te invitaba a relajarte, sin embargo un golpe en la puerta del trailer te saco del trance.

"Ahí va!!," exclamaste, mientras te ponías tus shorts de seda. Te percataste rapidamente de lo incómodo que podría ser ser vista en esos pijamas si el director o alguno de tus compañeros actores estaba detras de esa puerta, pero estabas demasiado cansada como para preocuparte.

Te importó, si, pero sin embargo, en vez de cambiarte cruzaste tus brazos de manera que estos estuvieran cubriendo tu pecho, el cual se encontraba ligeramente descubierto. Fue entonces cuando abriste la puerta y ahi, en los escalones, estaba tu compañero de reparto, Enzo.

Antes de hablar, te examinó de arriba a abajo, con sus oscuros ojos brillando detrás de un par de lentes de descanso, los cuales eran desconocidos para vos, no pudiste evitar pensar en lo lindos que le quedaban. "Uh, disculpame chiquita, ¿Te estabas por ir a dormir?" preguntó por lo bajo, su voz se escuchaba mas grave de lo normal. Ese tipo de apodos eran normales viniendo de Enzo, sin embargo hizo que tu piel se erizara, ¿O habia sido el frio aire del exterior? Sí, probablemente era eso.

Su mirada se paseo por tu cuerpo y se detuvo en la piel desnuda de tus piernas por unos segundos más, te moviste incómodamente, cruzando los tobillos en un intento pobre de esconderte. "Si... son casi las tres de la mañana En... ¿Pasó algo?" preguntaste con un tono un poco agresivo, un poco mas de lo que pretendías ser.

"Si ya se, disculpame", se corrigió, sacudiendo la cabeza y finalmente mirándote a los ojos. "Quería pasar antes... me quede pensando porque sé que esta escena nos está desconcertando, así que..." se interrumpió, levantando el guion que sostenía detrás de su espalda. "¿Estas muy cansada como para practicar un poco? Sino mañana temprano, no hay problema." Parpadeaste rápidamente ante la simple e inocente solicitud. Enzo estaba parado en tu puerta a las tres de la mañana preguntandote si podian ensayar. Solo un ensayo, no alguna travesura lasciva de última hora de las que te estabas imaginando. "Ah... sí, obvio, pasá que está frio.", asentiste entumecida, apartándote para dejarlo entrar.

Enzo asintio en forma de agradecimiento y te regalo una sonrisa, una vez dentro de la caravana se instaló en el borde de tu tocador, mirandote mientras cerrabas la puerta y te volteabas en su direccion. Se veia casual, tenia puestos unos joggings grises holgados y una camiseta blanca ajustada y desgastada.

Ya estaba todo predefinido en el guión, cada palabra que tenias que decir y cada acción que tenias que hacer, pero aún así. Decir y hacer cosas de esa índole después de las horas de trabajo parecia formar parte de una de tus fsntasias con el mayor. Sin embargo, te obligaste a despavilarte internamente -por segunda vez en menos de dos minutos-. Enzo había venido a ensayar la escena con intenciones profesionales y probablemente solo lo había hecho porque estaba cansado de que arruinaras la escena, despues de todo el podía hacer su parte magistralmente, y sabías que si hubiera estado acompañado por una actriz más experimentada, la filmación habría avanzado hace ya mucho tiempo. Caminaste temblorosamente hacia tu cama, acomodándote sentada como indiecito en la misma mientras lo veías hojear el guion; enzo levantó la vista y frunció el ceño con una sonrisa. "¿Qué estás haciendo ahí? Vení para aca", te indicó que te acercaras, casi como una orden sin embargo salil de su boca con amabilidad. "No tenemos un escritorio, así que podemos usar tu tocador. ¿Te parece?" Asentiste, mordiéndote el labio y obedeciendo nerviosamente a sus palabras. "¿Entonces, arrancamos desde el principio?" preguntaste, sintiendo de repente como tu voz y tus piernas se sentian débiles.

Sus ojos seguían fijos en el papel mientras respondía. "No, no creo que haga falta. La parte del sexo es lo único con lo que estamos teniendo problemas, ¿No?" Tragaste saliva, tu garganta estaba repentinamente seca.

"Sí, supongo que sí."

Con eso, Enzo termino de darle un último vistazo al guion antes de sumergirse en la escena.

Sus acciones ya eran familiares para vos ya que habian estado intentando filmar esta escena todos los días durante al menos tres dias. Su cuerpo se volvió hacia el tuyo, sus manos subieron a tu mandíbula y presionaron tu espalda ligeramente sobre la mesa. Te abrazó fuertemente y te hizo mirarlo, mientras recitaba sus líneas. Torpemente, hiciste lo mismo, recordando mal lo que necesitabas decir. "La puta madre, perdón, me puse nerviosa." dijiste de repente, apartándote de su contacto y suspirando. Él te dio una pequeña y cuidadosa sonrisa, rompiendo inmediatamente el personaje y dando un paso atrás del tocador. "No hay necesidad de ponerse nerviosa. La práctica hace al maestro, ¿te acordas?" Te burlaste de su cita al director.

"Sí, ya se... Es que no entiendo a qué se refiere con apasionado. Estoy tratando de ser una profesional al respecto, pero - pero nunca fui parte en una historia de amor de este tipo, me cuesta imaginarmelo..."

"No es muy raro igual viniendo de vos, es normal. Sos muy joven todavia, nena. Demasiado buena para este tipo de cosas... ¿No?" dijo, su mano subiendo a tu hombro, donde el tirante de tu pijama de seda se había resbalado, acariciándolo suavemente. Prácticamente te derretiste ante el apodo y cómo las yemas de sus dedos rozaban tu piel. Estabas tan cautivada que casi gemiste cuando se detuvo y levantó tu tirante caído, pero en cambio, tomaste en silencio el guion que se había caído sobre la mesa y encontraste una de las líneas, inhalando profundamente y preparándote para entrar en personaje.

Tu mano subió para tirar de la manga de la camisa de Enzo, según lo dictaba el guion. "Por favor", susurraste con la voz aguda de tu personaje, "Quiero que me toques."

"No, esto está mal... Soy tu profesor y..." respondió Enzo, rápidamente volviendo al personaje, el dorso de su mano rozando tu mejilla. "No te quiero romper el corazon."

Miraste a Enzo, las lagrimas nublaban tu vista, tal como lo indicaba el guión. "Por favor. Te necesito." Despues, una de tus temblorosas manos bajó por el pecho de Enzo mientras hablabas, tal como lo hacías en el set. "Pienso en vos todas las noches... Me mojé tanto el día que me regañaste enfrente de todos."

Escuchaste cómo a Enzo se le entrecortaba la respiracion.

No, Enzo no, su personaje, te recordaste a vos misma.

"Ay nena... Yo pienso en vos todos los dias, en clase, en mi casa...", gruñó despues de decir sus lineas.

Hasta ahora, todo bien, pensaste. No era incómodo y ya estaba siendo mucho mejor que las actuaciones mediocres que habías dado anteriormente. Continuaste inclinándote hacia Enzo, haciéndo que se siente en el tocador, esta era la parte de la escena a la que habían llegado antes de que el director les dijera que cortaran.

Esta vez, sin embargo, las acciones de Enzo difirieron de las que se suponía que tenia que realizar: en lugar de acariciar tu rostro, sus dedos bajaron por tus caderas, enviando escalofríos por tu espina dorsal.

"Te prometo que me voy a portar bien... Nunca le voy a contar a nadie...", recitaste, sintiendo calor en la cara mientras su mano se acercaba más a la curva de tu trasero. "Podes hacer lo que quieras conmigo".

La mirada de Enzo se oscureció recorriendo tus rasgos. No dijo su línea, y pensaste que se había perdido, por lo que retiraste tus manos de su cuerpo preocupada. "¿Enzo estás bien?"

Antes de que pudieras terminar tu oración, Enzo te agarró por el culo, cambiando sus lugares y colocándote en el borde del tocador.

"¡Enzo!" chillaste, era lo único que podías decir mientras procesabas lo que acababa de suceder. Tu mente divagaba en confusión - y anticipación - mientras él estaba de pie enfrente tuyo, con las piernas presionando a ambos lados de tus rodillas, su gran cuerpo atrapándote contra el tocador.

"Shh... un poquito de improvisacion nunca mató a nadie." musito en voz baja con su característico acento antes de que un guiño pícaro se dibujara en sus rasgos afilados.

Su mano luego acarició tu cabello, mientras que su otra mano subió a tu barbilla y te hizo mirar hacia arriba. "¿Todo lo que yo quiera?" murmuró, volviendo al guion.

Batiste las pestañas coquetamente. "Todo. Soy tuya".

Aca es donde pensabas que Enzo se detendría, porque después de tu línea venían los besos, los toques y las caricias intensas: todas las cosas que hasta ahora no habías filmado en absoluto, porque ni siquiera podías pronunciar el diálogo correctamente.

Pero en cambio, se inclinó y comenzó a besar vorazmente tu cuello, haciéndote jadear.

"¿Qué haces?"

"Seguime", exigió suavemente, "es todo parte de la escena, ¿te acordas?"

Parpadeaste aturdida, abriendo y cerrando la boca, incapaz de registrar un pensamiento o palabra coherente. Dijo que era parte de la escena, pero habías leído el guion, y sus dientes mordiendo ligeramente tu sensible piel no estaba escrito en ninguna parte.

Pero, te tragaste tus pensamientos y recitaste varias líneas más junto con las suyas. Sentias como su otra mano sostenia tu muslo tan fuerte que pensaste que podría dejar moretones, pars este entonces ya empezabas a creer que tal vez esto era una de esos sueños que tenias sobre el mayor, solo producto de tu imaginación.

Estabas siguiendo el guion, tal como él había dicho que harian, pero incluso así, era evidente lo sencillo que podria ser rendirte ante sus besos, después de todo, apenas te estabas reprimiendo para no entregarte por completo. Pero ¿cómo resistirse, con su hermoso rostro a escasos centímetros del tuyo? esa era la verdadera pregunta.

Actuando o no, estabas decidida a disfrutar cada minuto de esto.

Cuando una de sus manos comenzo a jugar con la cintura de tus diminutos shorts y sus labios succionaron levemente a piel de tu cuello -justo en ese punto-, no pudiste evitar el gemido que salió de tu boca.

Sin embargo, el ruido pareció asustarlo; lo sacudió, lo devolvió a la realidad, y tus sospechas se confirmaron cuando se apartó bruscamente de vos.

"Dios, perdon nena..." una mueca cubrió sus rasgos, mirándote de arriba abajo como si acabara de darse cuenta de lo que estaba haciendo. "No sé qué me pasó, yo... no tendria que haber venido tan tarde, perdón."

Lo miraste, tu cuerpo decepcionado por la falta de contacto, observándolo presionar sus labios rosados en una mueca conflictiva. "¿Qué - qué queres decir?"

Su mirada recorrió cada rasgo tuyo, tan intensamente que pensaste que estaba admirando tu rostro. "No puedo, no podemos. Sos mi compañera, sos... sos mas chica que yo y..."

"Entonces podemos parar. Si eso es lo que queres", murmuraste coqueta, levantando la mano para quitar un pequeño hilo de su delgada camisa. "Pero solo si lo decis, decime que no queres que esto siga." dijiste, peligrosamente cerca de sus labios.

Gruñó, mordiéndose el labio. "No me hagas esto. Por favor sabes que no puedo"

"Hacerte qué?" Inclinaste la cabeza hacia un lado mirandolo con ojos grandes, fingiendo inocencia.

"Provocarme asi, nena. Porque sabes que no te voy a decir que pares. Y porque lo haces sabiendo que no voy a poder controlarme", gruñó antes de darte un beso profundo y desesperado, bajandote del tocador y bajando los besos por tu pecho.

"Entonces no me lo pidas En." gemiste enredando tus dedos en su cabello, siguiendo cada movimiento suyo, derritiendote bajo su toque dominante. "Y cogeme de una vez."

Enzo jadeaba entre besos. "Decis todas esas cosas con esa boquita tan bonita... No sabes como me calentas."

Tus manos recorrían todo su cuerpo, te detuviste en el borde de su camiseta, levantando esta para quitarsela, Enzo se separo y se deshizo de la prenda el mismo. Estabas desesperada por sentirlo. Y él tenía pensamientos similares, sus largos dedos se sumergieron en tus pantalones de seda y acariciaron tu intimidad por encima de la tela de tu ropa interior.

"Te necesito tanto, Enzo", jadeaste, y, despues de escuchar tus palabras, te quito desesperadamente los shorts y las bragas, haciéndote estremecer ante la repentina exposicion.

Acto seguido, se sentó en la silla de tu tocador y te agarró bruscamente por las caderas para colocarte sobre uno de sus muslos. La gruesa tela de sus pantalones de jogging, absorbiendo tu humedad como una esponja.

"Dale entonces", exigió sombríamente, "Mostrame cuánto me necesitas y movete".

Te mordiste el labio, la cara ardiendo de vergüenza ante la orden. Pero había una necesidad dolorosa en tu centro, y la forma en la que cruzó los brazos, mirando y esperando a que te frotaras en su pierna, hizo que te apretaras contra su muslo.

Tus manos se aferraron a sus hombros, y comenzaste a mover tus caderas de adelante hacia atras lentamente, la suave tela de sus pantalones haciendo mal trabajo para complacerte, apretaste tu cara contra su hombro, molesta por la falta de fricción.

"No puedo yo sola", te quejaste, "por favor".

Él sonrió socarrón. "Dijiste que me necesitabas y ahora no te podes ni mover? Mira que vende humo que sos, hermosa.". Entonces, de repente movio su pierna hacia arriba haciendo que un gritito saliera de tu boca.

No habia nada que necesitaras mas que enzo adentro tuyo, pero ahi estabas, frotandote pateticamente en su muslo hasta que el te permitiera hacer otra cosa. Obedeciste con resignacion, comenzando a establecer un ritmo constante en tus caderas aumentando el calor en tu interior clavando tus uñas en sus hombros, buscando algo que sea tu cable a tierra ante el placer que te estabas inflingiendo.

Tus caderas se movian vigorosamente contra el muslo del mayor cada vez más fuerte, cada vez de una forma más necesitada, sintiendo la presión en tu coño crecer cada vez mas y más haciendo que te muevas desenfrenada.

"Enzo por favor... por favor te lo pido" hiciste una pausa al sentir una de las manos del mayor posicionarse en tu mejilla, acariciandola lentamente. "No puedo mas... te necesito adentro."

¿Te estas escuchando chiquita?" Preguntó, uno de sus dedos tomo tu barbilla, inclinandola hacia arriba para que lo miraras, acto seguido metio dos dedos dentro de tu boca abruptamente.

"¿Te das cuenta de lo necesitada que te escuchas? ¿De lo duro que me pone saber que estas asi... solo por mi y que todavia no te haya tocado ni un pelo?"

Asentiste extasiada mientras pasabas tu lengua por al rededor de sus gruesos dedos, pero en realidad no estabas prestando atención: estabas cerca de tu orgasmo a tan solo unos segundos de liberarte de toda esa presion en tu estomago que te estaba volviendo loca, tus caderas desincronizadas, buscando el alivio... "Basta."

Escuchaste la voz de Enzo cargada de deseo mientras posicionaba su otra mano en tus caderas, deteniendo la fricción. Lloriqueaste ante la perdida de tu climax, era casi como si te lo hiciera a proposito. El pelinegro se levanto y te giró, manteniendote presionada a su cuerpo con una mano en tu cintura y la otra todavia empujando sus dedos dentro de tu boca, quedaron de tal manera que tu cuerpo estaba mirando hacia el espejo de tu tocador, la vista de ambos siendo reflejada ante tus ojos, sin embargo no pudiste prestar mucha atencion a eso. La mirada de enzo bajo hacia sus pantalones, viendo la mancha que habias dejado en la zona del muslo "Mira como me enchastraste los pantalones, ¿Mh?" Musitó contra tu oido.

No respondiste, o mas bien no pudiste responder, ahora tus muslos estaban siendo presionados entre si, buscando la mas minima fricción entre ellos mientras te mordias el labio en un intento de ocultar los quejidos necesitados que amenazaban con salir de tus labios hinchados.

Él se dio cuenta de esto, sin embargo, en vez de hacer algo solamente sonrió y rápidamente presiono tu estomago contra la mesa que yacia enfrente de ambos, sus dedos salieron de tu boca y sostuvieron tu cara, obligandote a mirarte al espejo por primera vez desde que habias salido de la ducha, tus ojos estaban entreabiertos pero tus pupilas se encontraban dilatadas, tus labios rosados y humedos por la saliva, tu ceño ligeramente fruncido.

Te veias absolutamente destrozada, fue entonces cuando sentiste cómo Enzo alineaba la gruesa punta de su polla contra tu entrada, el momento en el que se deshizo de sus pantalones habia sido algo que te habia pasado desapercibido al estar tan absorta en tu expresion siendo reflejada en el espejo. Cerraste los ojos con anticipacion.

Y de repente, tomaste plena conciencia de la situación: te habías entregado por completo a tu compañero de reparto, quien era 12 años mas grande. Y ahora él sabía que no eras solo una talentosa aspirante a actriz, sino simplemente una chica desesperada y rogando por ser follada.

"Ey, ey, ey, no" dijo rapidamente, "abri los ojos y acordate de tus expresiones. Te va a servir para la escena". Gemiste sin poder evitarlo, obedenciendo a sus ordenes y abriendo los ojos mientras él introducía lentamente su miembro entre tus pliegues.

"E-En, Dios!", exclamaste cuando finalmente se adentró por completo. Te sentías tan llena, tus paredes estirandose hasta el límite para poder tomar su polla tan profundo que sus testículos rozaban tu clítoris.

"Dios, chiquita... Mira lo mojadita que estas, me vas a matar", comentó casi sin aliento desde atras, su expresion mlstraba lo extasiado que se sentia. Tus jugos facilitaban su entrada rápida, aunque su miembro seguía siendo una intrusión ajena para tu inexperiencia íntima. Eras joven y nunca habías sido del tipo de estar cogiendo por ahi- o al menos no tan intensamente como ahora.

Te contrajiste alrededor suyo, un gemido escapando de su boca debido a la presión en su miembro. Enzo comenzo a empujarse adentro tuyo con un ritmo moderado, haciendo que tu cuerpo presionado contra la mesa se moviera de adelante hacia atras, el tocador rechinaba ante la abrupta sacudida y tus labios se separaron ligeramente para dejar salir un dulce gemido.

Habías estado enfocada en su rostro en el espejo, te encantaba ver su ceño fruncido, como su cabello se pegaba a su frente, producto de su traspiracion, su boca levemente abierta, y como sus cachetes se volvian cada vez mas colorados, sin embargo la mano de enzo se enredó en tu cabello tomandote de sorpresa, agarrando un puñado y levantando tu cabeza para hacer que tu atencion vuelva a tu cara. "Te dije que te mires, nena" dijo con seguridad mientras sus caderas chocaban contra tu culo haciendo que la caravana se inunde en ese sonido acompañado de tus gemidos. "Mirate y aprende como tenes que actuar ante la cámara."

Su otra mano se posicionó en tus caderas, apretandola con fuerza mientras sus embestidas se volvian cada vez mas erraticas.

En cualquier otra situacion ya hubieras objetado por el repentino cambio de velocidad ya que apenas habías tenido tiempo para acostumbrarte a su largo miembro. Sin embargo, tu calentura era aún más intensa que antes, si eso era posible.

Tu boca estaba entreabierta, tu lengua afuera y estabas jadeando y gimiendo como si fueras un perro; tus ojos se ponian en blanco con cada fuerte embestida, y habia saliva cayendo por tu barbilla, sentias como Enzo te sacudía contra el pobre tocador y como estimulaba cada parte dentro tuyo. Los sonidos que emitías no hacían nada más que aumentar tu vergüenza, eran gemidos ininteligibles y quejidos necesitados, jamas pensaste en mostrarte asi adelante de un hombre, pero el simple hecho de ver lo grande que era a comparación de tu cuerpo y como te podia manejar a su antojo te excitaba de sobremanera.

Y sin duda los doce años de diferencia formaban parte de esa excitacion.

"¿Hace cuanto que necesitabas que te cogiera asi? ¿Te pensas que no me daba cuenta de lo desesperada que estabas? cuando te presionabas contra mi mientras filmabamos y como tus manos tocaban de mas... No perdias el tiempo vos tampoco preciosa.", se burló.

"Desde siempre En..."susurraste, con entusiasmo, apenas capaz de comprender lo que estabas haciendo con el placer que te envolvía y nublaba tus sentidos. "Dios me cojes ta-tan bien... No pares por dios que rico" Tu espalda se arqueaba hacia él, tus paredes tomaban su miembro con desesperacion experimentando un extasis casi desgarrador con cada embestida. Tus gemidos eran cada vez mas incoherentes, cada vez mas fuertes.

"Dios, mirate como gritas por mi, chiquita... ¿Queres que te coja y que mañana todos se enteren de lo desesperada que estas por mi pija? Mirate, mirate lo patetica que te ves, te encanta que te coja fuerte ¿O no?", murmuró, inclinándose para dar un beso en tu mejilla; dulce y encantador, una clara contradicción con sus embestidas freneticas y las palabras degradantes.

Gimiste ante sus palabras, pero sabías que eran ciertas: nunca te habías visto siendo penetrada ya que estabas ocupada, bueno, siendo penetrada. Ver tu reflejo en el espejo de esta manera te tenía inesperadamente más excitada que antes. Había algo en ello, tu rostro contorsionándose del placer, las manos de Enzo serpenteando por tu cuerpo mientras seguía embistiendote desde atras.

Era como ver tu propia pelicula porno, pensaste de pasada, y te preguntaste como seria grabaras a vos misma. Y si tenias suerte, con enzo.

Su otra mano se deslizó hacia tu coño, separando tus pliegues para poder ver cómo su miembro desaparecia en tu interiores. "Por dios mira como me tomas... Viviría adentro tuyo", gruñó, inclinando la cabeza hacia atrás, entregándose al placer.

El orgasmo que sentias venir no era como el que tuviste al restregarte contra su muslo, no, venía más rápido, haciéndote temblar debajo de su gran cuerpo.

"Enzo... más rápido" exclamaste "m-más fuerte",

"Por favor", rogaste sin muchas esperanzas de una respuesta, "dale, Enzo, p-por favor". lloriqueaste ante su indiferencia.

Sin embargo y para tu sorpresa, ambas manos agarraron tus caderas para mantenerse firme. "Mira lo necesitada que estas, bebé", gruñó, empujándose más profundo y rápido, sintiendo cómo las paredes de tu cavidad se adaptaban a su nuevo ritmo. "Llorando por que te de mas fuerte, ¿Mh? ¿Asi te gusta? ¿Queres que te coja hasta dejarte sin poder caminar?"

Con esas palabras, tu climax llegó tan rápido como un tren de carga, golpeándote y sacudiendote, haciéndote gritar su nombre. Tu orgasmo te destrozó, tu visión se volvió blanca y tus pensamientos se pararon por completo. Apenas distinguiste el suave murmullo de Enzo, diciendo "Muy bien chiquita, aca estoy... tranquila" en tu oído, sosteniendote con sus fuertes brazos, evitando que te cayeras.

Cuando volviste en sí, tenías la cabeza baja, los ojos desorbitados y los labios hinchados. Enzo seguía moviéndose adentro tuyo, pero esta vez sus estocadas eran más entrecortadas, inestables y necesitadas.

"Acabame adentro", rogaste de repente, agarrándote de la superficie, tus piernas temblando, tu voz debil de tanto gritar.

"¿Si? ¿Queres que te llene to-toda?", titubeo entre gemidos, dando una última embestida antes de correrse en tu interior, podias sentir su miembro latiendo adentro tuyo. Estaba tan adentro que podías sentir cómo su semen entraba directamente en tu cuello uterino, no estabas preocupada, despues de todo estabas tomando anticonceptivas.

Pero tampoco te molestaria si no fuera asi.

Después de un momento, retiró su miembro, de tu coño y te alzó por la cintura para colocarte en el tocador y evitar que cayeras al suelo.

"Gracias", susurraste, mirándolo a través de tus pestañas. Luego mordiste tu labio al sentir como su semilla se deslizaba lentamente fuera de tu coño.

Él también se percató, y soltando un gemido satisfecho, abrio ligeramente tus piernas para recoger parte de su semen con el dedo, empujándolo nuevamente dentro de tu coño. "Te portaste tan bien, chiquita", dijo, volviendo a ser tierno, acariciando tu cabello, mimando tu frágil figura y mirandote profundamente.

Te derretiste ante sus delicadas acciones. "¿Es un buen momento para decir que me gustas?"

Enzo se rió con ternura. "Es un buen momento, si. Y vos también me gustas."

"Pero dijiste que era muy joven" le recordaste, pasando tu mano por su cabello ligeramente transpirado

Él suspiró, desviando la mirada nerviosamente por un momento antes de regresar a vos "Sí, porque es verdad, pero si a vos no te va a molestar verme con un baston en un par de años lo podemos hacer funcionar...", se encogió los hombros, reprimiendo una sonrisa.

No pudiste evitar la risa que broto desde lo mas profundo de tu pecho ante sus palabras tan fantasiosas y alejadas de la realidad "Ah, bueno no voy a tener mucho problema con eso, mientras que te sigan funcionando las caderas" dijiste con una sonrisa socarrona.

Antes de que pudiera terminar de abrir la boca para decir algun otro chiste malo, tus brazos se envolvieron al rededor de su cuello y lo empujaste hacia vos, uniendolos en un suave beso.

"Me gustas de gustar, en serio..." le dijiste en un susurro, mirandolo a los ojos con sinceridad, Enzo no podia creer lo brillantes que se veia tu mirada.

Sus manos se acercaron a tu rostro, sosteniéndote suavemente, su mirada demostrando todo su aprecio "Ya se, bebé, a mi tambien me gustas de gustar". Dijo con suavidad antes de presionar un pequeño beso en tu frente.

ii.

"¡Corten!" exclamó el director, y sentiste cómo tu corazón se detenia. Mierda, pensaste, con la mente acelerada, ¿qué salió mal esta vez? ¿Fue el beso o las manos en el pelo? Capaz no le gusto la forma en la que estaban encuadrados...

Sin embargo, el director se acercó a Enzo y a vos y soltó un grito de deleite para nada característico de su persona. "Perfecto", dijo simplemente, bordeando lo catatónico por lo satisfecho que estaba.

Tus hombros se relajaron con alivio, y te inclinaste hacia Enzo, quien sutilmente acariciaba tus muslos. "¿Ya terminamos?" preguntaste, sin aliento de la emoción.

El director asintió. "Fue increible, eléctrico, necesitado y apasionado, muy, muy apasionado", continuó con un suspiro, juntando las manos con fuerza. "Ustedes dos son de los actores más increíbles con los que he trabajado; tienen un talento asombroso, fueron tan convincentes que por un momento pense que realmente habian mantenido relaciones sexuales". dijo seguido de una carcajada

Sonreíste con satisfacción ante sus palabras, pero no sin echarle un vistazo a Enzo, compartiendo una mirada complice tratando de mantener tu expresión contenta y neutral, y no delatarte al recordar los eventos de la otra noche.

Mientras el director divagaba sobre la obra maestra que sería la película, Enzo te siguió fuera del set, murmurando bajito en tu oído, "Al final la práctica sí hace al maestro".

Podium Princess | LN + CS + CL

Summary: Lando lost a bet, which would have just temporarily damaged his ego, but the problem was that you were the prize that Charles and Carlos desired for one night.

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Warnings: 18+, mmmf, unprotected sex, three men for three holes 🤭, fingering, oral, anal, dp?, filthy as fuck, derogatory terms (kinda), praise, overstimulation, riding.

pairing: lando x fem!reader x carlos x charles

wc: 3.1k

Request: You should totally write a smut about lando sharing his girlfriend with Carlos and Charles after placing in the #australiangp

"You did what?" You asked your boyfriend, wondering if you misheard his words. "I made a bet," Lando responded, but this time with more assurance.

You sat down on the bed in your shared hotel room and asked, "what is it?" Patting the spot next to you, silently indicating Lando to sit down and begin explaining the bet. You've known from the years you've been dating that whenever he places a wager, he eventually loses, but you chose against mentioning it.

He hesitated for a moment but then decided to explain how he ended up in that situation.

The evening began when Lando noticed Carlos and Charles speaking after the qualifying session. He observed they had been spending a lot of time together recently, so Lando obviously had to approach them and disrupt their latest gossip session.

Putting the trio together, one would discover that they never run out of topics to discuss, which is how they found themselves sitting in a car in the parking lot outside their hotel. Carlos suggested that since they were all staying at the same hotel for the weekend, they might as well leave the track together.

However, during the car ride, there was a discussion that quickly brought out the competitive nature that each driver had developed at a young age. "What, you guys don't think I'll win?" Lando asked the Ferrari drivers, slightly offended. This particular topic of conversation started once they discussed the possible winners for the race tomorrow.

Based on the three practice sessions and qualifying, it could be argued that while they all had a fairly nice weekend so far, some were still more fortunate than others. As a result, the Spaniard shook his head, disagreeing with his friend, "mate, I'm starting second tomorrow, which clearly means I have a better chance of winning."

"I was first in fp1," Lando retaliated although they all knew that qualifying in a higher position meant more than topping a single practice session.

"You might have a good chance, but Max is on pole, let's not forget that," Charles reminded his fellow colleagues. Lando perked up at his words, "exactly, so all Carlos needs to do is somehow crash him out of the race so I can win."

Charles laughed at the outrageous plan, but Carlos scoffed, "I won't ruin my chances at a podium for a race you won't win." Noticing Lando's defeated expression, it caused Charles to laugh harder. "Not that I think either of you would win, but let's make a bet," the Monégasque suggested.

"Who do you think will win?" Carlos asked. Charles' dimple deepened as he smiled, "me of course."

This time Lando scoffed, "yeah, sure mate," then he looked at Carlos, "what do I get when I win the bet?"

"This," Carlos stated while holding up his middle finger towards him. Rolling his eyes, he decided, "fine, I'll ask for something when I win, and then you two won't be able to deny it."

"And what do we get if you don't win?" Carlos asked, looking at Charles who was waiting for an answer from Lando.

While Lando was focused on what he would ask for if he won the bet, he failed to consider that Carlos or Charles were more likely to win than him. He would have a one-in-three chance of winning the wager, but Lando hadn't realized the extent of the situation just yet.

"Not that it'll happen but what do you guys want?" He asked only as a formality to actually set the bet.

Carlos was quiet for a moment as he thought of something that would be worthwhile, looking at Charles to see if he had any ideas. Then he thought of it—of you. "Your girlfriend," he simply stated.

It took two seconds for Lando to start laughing, not that it was ever a challenge to do so, but he initially assumed that Carlos was joking. His laughter quickly died down once he didn't hear either driver laugh along with him.

Looking in the backseat at Charles briefly, who nodded in agreement, Lando snapped his head towards Carlos, "what do you mean my girlfriend?"

"It's simple. If Charles or I win, then you have to share your girlfriend for a night, if not, then you don't," he explained nonchalantly.

Lando looked at Charles, "and you agree with him?" He shrugged, then nodded, "she's hot, I wouldn't say no."

He slumped back in his seat, "I suppose you'll be disappointed when I win." While Lando was secure in his abilities, both drivers around him thought he was growing overconfident. "So you agree, that if you don't win, we can have her?"

Nodding it off and waving his hand around, Lando agreed, "yeah, you can."

You were stunned into silence once he finished explaining. Noticing your lack of words, Lando was unsure of your thoughts. "You don't think I'll win?"

You shrugged, "all I'm gonna say is that you have twenty-one other chances to win this season if you don't win this race." You didn't exactly answer his question, but he realized that you weren't opposed or disgusted by the idea either. Pulling you into his lap, he tilted your chin upwards with his fingers and leaned closer for a kiss.

He tightened his grasp on your chin to stop you before you could press your lips against his. "Oh I see, you don't want me to win just so you can be passed around like a slut between my friends?"

"You wouldn't have put me as the prize if you didn't like the idea," you retaliated, smirking as you moved his hand away to finally place your lips on his.

—

You stood among the crowd, cheering for Lando, who took his place on the third step of the podium. As the podium celebrations began, a part of you was also looking forward to the celebrations that would follow later tonight. Lando may have lost a bet, but it was the first bet you were glad he lost.

That is how you ended up in your hotel room with your lover, waiting in anticipation for the other two drivers to arrive. With his trophy set aside, you and Lando were occupied with each other; your eyes closed and head tilted back as he trailed kisses down your throat.

Then came a knock on the door, one that made your heart race in all the best ways. Lando stood up and opened the door, revealing Charles and Carlos standing on the other side, still dressed in their Ferrari polos from earlier that evening.

"What did he say? I suppose you'll be disappointed when I win," Charles greeted by mocking Lando's words from the day before. "Alright, alright I get it but I still placed third," he retaliated which earned a nod from Carlos. "Congrats, cabrón."

You could hear them laughing among themselves, but it quickly died down once Carlos and Charles spotted you. Lando had suggested that you should wear red, considering both of the drivers that placed first and second adored red.

There you sat on the mattress, leaning back on your forearms with an ankle crossed over the other, clad in only a tight short red dress which you were glad you ended up packing.

"Well, fuck me," Charles muttered under his breath earning a chuckle from you once you heard his comment. Standing up and slowly stepping towards them, you replied, "fuck me indeed."

Your gaze was fixated on Carlos, the race winner, whose eyes revealed a glimpse of all the dirty thoughts racing through his mind. "Congratulations, you both deserve a good celebration," you said, smiling as you felt Carlos' arm snaking around your waist and Charles' breath fanning your face.

"Is that what you're going to give us? A good celebration?" Charles asked, his lips grazing your cheek. "I'll give you anything you want."

You looked at your boyfriend for a second, making sure he was still comfortable with the situation before proceeding any further. But you just saw desire in his eyes and while the corner of his lip curled up in a lazy smirk, a nod from him allowed you to carry on. He may have nodded at you, but his eyes darted over your head to his fellow drivers, "Go on then, Carlos, Charles, claim your prize."

Your lips parted slightly, marvelling at the fact that Lando hadn't even addressed you, instead treating you like an object to be claimed. The worst part was realizing that you liked it since his remarks had made you clench your thighs together.

Carlos grinned at your obedient behaviour as he was easily able to tip your head back to face him. Now that they truly had the freedom to do anything they wanted to you, with your permission, neither felt bad for having sinful thoughts about you—their best friend's girlfriend—while Carlos and Charles were alone in their bedrooms.

Kissing you with a sense of urgency, Carlos stole your breath away in a matter of seconds. Your thoughts had quickly dissipated into thin air as you felt Charles trailing his fingers up your body while pressing up behind you.

You heard Lando shuffle around before leaving the three of you alone in the bedroom for a moment which only intensified your feelings. Sandwiched between the two men who are good friends of yours, were now looking at you as if you are merely an outlet for their sexual desires.

Sliding down the straps that held your dress up, Charles continued kissing every inch of your bare skin revealed to him. His hands rounded to your front, pulling down the flimsy piece of fabric to display your tits to the duo. Your nipples instantly pebbled as Charles' fingers brushed against them, making you tilt your head back and resting it against his shoulder.

Letting you regain your breath, Carlos moved down to your neck, replacing each kiss Lando had placed earlier with small nips and grazes of his teeth, just painful enough to still be pleasurable.

While both their mouths were occupied, the Spaniard's hands pushed down the rest of your dress to the floor, parting away for a moment to let you to step out of it and toss it to the side with your feet.

Lando returned to the room, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent a moan from leaving his mouth. You were now completely bare, with two fully clothed drivers—his friends—pressed against you while their hands roamed all over your body.

Discarding his shirt on the floor, he occupied your mouth with another kiss, muffling your moans. "Fuck, enjoying yourself, baby?" Lando muttered once you parted away for a moment. Nodding, you opened your mouth to respond but a sharp gasp left your mouth as you felt Charles' fingers teasing your clit while Carlos palmed your ass.

"Merde, she's so perfect," the Monégasque commented, spreading your pussy with two fingers while a third finger swiped through your folds to catch the wetness that gathered between. "Charles," you breathlessly whispered, a plead for more.

"So ready to be ruined," Carlos added, his own fingers prodding your ass, earning a string of curses along with pleas to keep going from you. Gathering your slick from your cunt, Carlos coated his fingers to ease just the tip of one finger into your ass.

Soon enough, you were laid down on the bed, and one by one the three men stripped their clothes away, adding to the ever growing pile that started from your dress. You could barely keep your eyes open due to the feeling of three pairs of hands roaming everywhere, not leaving any inch of your skin untouched.

You had already orgasmed twice, but you couldn't remember whose fingers brought you over the edge the first, or even the second time, as all of the sensations mushed together in what felt like one never ending wet dream.

Staying true to your words of giving them anything they desired, you moaned around Carlos' cock as Charles slid his dick in your pussy without any forewarning. Your grasp on his thighs tightened as Charles began to thrust, slowly at first but then showed no mercy once his grasp on your hips tightened.

Carlos pulled your mouth off his cock, but quickly replaced the emptiness you immediately felt with two of his fingers resting heavily on your tongue. His actions didn't allow you to close your jaw, causing you to drool down your chin, and only then he was satisfied.

"Such a good fucking girl," he commented, which only made your head spin further while you smiled at the compliment. "Oh she likes that," Charles added as he felt your pussy clench around him at Carlos' praise.

His fingers that were now coated with your saliva trailed down your body to where you and Charles were connected. He nodded mockingly at his teammate's comment, "yeah, you like being praised?"

Easily finding your swollen clit, he slightly pinched it before creating small circles, edging you closer. You nodded, "please, please, please." You were sobbing for relief, your voice strained from the constant cries that left your lips with each new wave of ecstasy.

Connecting their gaze, Charles and Carlos smirked as they silently agreed to let you cum once again. Charles's fingers slid closer to your back hole, this time able to slide two fingers down to the last knuckle. At the same time, Carlos' fingers left your clit only to join the thrusts of Charles' cock, scissoring two of his fingers in your pussy to stretch you out even further. Pleasure surged through your body, and you closed your eyes tightly at the sudden sensation of being so full.

Charles slowed down his thrusts, prolonging your post orgasmic sensation. You slumped forwards when he pulled out, still holding back his own release for now.

Despite still being eager, they were ever patient with you especially after bringing you over the edge multiple times now, knowing your limbs were close to tiring out.

Still on your hands and knees, you shuffled up to straddle Carlos, sinking down on down cock this time, mouth dropping open as he stretched you out slightly differently compared to Charles.

"C'mon, cariño, ride me," he instructed, resting his hands on your hips, urging your movements while also allowing you to depend on him for help. "You feel so good, Carlos," you panted.

You heard some shuffling around you again but you couldn't move your gaze away from watching your pussy engulf Carlos' cock over and over again.

However, you were startled once you felt a cool sensation prodding your ass; Charles' fingers coated in lube. "Need you to relax, baby," you could hear Lando's words and he was quick to come into your view, stroking his dick to the sight of you filled by his former teammate.

He grabbed your hand off of Carlos' shoulder, guiding it towards his cock. Already slick with his precum, you could easily move your hand up and down, watching his reaction with hooded eyes.

Charles' free hand wrapped around your throat from behind while he whispered in your ear, "we're gonna fill up all of your holes, darling."

Groaning, you nodded, "please," a word that you had repeatedly spoken to the point where it sounded like a broken record. "You want that?" One of them asked, but you couldn't focus on whose voice it was. "Fill me up, please," your words turning into a moan as Carlos shifted underneath you, reaching deeper inside.

Releasing the grasp on your throat, Charles focused on opening you up with his fingers, for you to be able to take his cock in your ass while Carlos continued pounding your pussy.

Lando replaced Charles' hand, grabbing the back of your neck, threading his fingers in your hair to bring you close for a filthy kiss. Tongues and teeth clashing, he slightly bit down on your bottom lip, sucking and pulling on it for a moment before letting go.

Without any words exchanged, your boyfriend guided your mouth towards his cock, filling up two out of three of your holes. It took you a moment before you actually started moving your head up and down, moaning and drooling on his cock because of Carlos' upward thrusts.

Charles removed his fingers, having deemed to have stretched you out enough then coating his dick with a good amount of lube. With one hand palming and spreading your ass, he used the other to guide his cock into you. Your eyes welled up with tears, not entirely painful but almost overwhelmed with being filled everywhere at once.

Your body was quickly calmed down by Lando, Charles, and Carlos as they moved their hands all over you in soothing motions. Charles began thrusting when you nodded because you were unable to speak while Lando's dick was in your mouth.

Your muffled groans sounded distant to you, mind foggy, but you had never felt so full and aware before.

With a warning, Lando filled your mouth with cum, which you swallowed greedily without hesitation. Now, with your mouth unoccupied, you couldn't hold back on your moans. "Gonna cum," you warned, knowing you won't last long, still sensitive from your previous orgasms.

Charles' fingers reached your chest, teasing and pinching your nipples while Carlos rested his palms on your cheeks, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

Your pace stuttered as you came around his cock, and Carlos took the reins and thrusted upwards, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. "Fuck, where do you want us?" Charles asked, tethering on the edge and based on Carlos' stuttering pace, you knew he was too.

Your next words pushed both over the edge, "inside." Slumping forwards, you felt both Ferrari drivers filling you up with their cum. "Fucking hell, that was hot," Lando commented, leaning closer to brush away the strands of hair stuck on your forehead due to sweat.

Charles and Carlos carefully eased you off their cocks, with Lando helping you lie down on the bed which you immediately melted into.

It was unbearable for you to be completely empty after being entirely filled. Mustering up all your strength, you held your arms out for your boyfriend, who immediately joined you on the bed, whispering praises in your ear.

Meanwhile, Carlos and Charles decided to clean you up by wiping the cum that had leaked out of your holes with a damp towel. They saw the bruises from their grasps on you in the heat of the moment and couldn't help but smile, knowing they were the cause of it.

You hoped, as you drifted off to sleep, that the three of them would share the podium more frequently, and therefore, share you as well.

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Y/N, pointing : May I sit there?

Damian : That's my lap

Y/N : That doesn't answer my question, Damian.

Damian : ...

Damian, whispers : You may.

➳ Reminder that all of these are Female reader insert

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── one shots ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

✶| Headline |

➳ Dating Damian Wayne was It’s pros and cons, cons being the press follows you almost every where when you’re alone or with Damian.

✶| Truth hurts |

➳ you find the truth about that scar on his chest

✶| He has feelings? | part two |

➳ Damian has been coming home late after his patrol, coming home smelling like strong feminine perfume. His brother follow him one night and they are in for a surprise

✶| Her laughter brings me joy |

➳Damians is in loved with the way you laugh. His brothers tease him about it

| “I promise I’m not scared of you” |

➳scarecrow uses you as bait and an experiment for his fear toxin leaving you in fear of someone precious to you

✶ | Is that my shirt? |

➳ playing with Titus a fun but sometimes he gets a little to competitive

✶| “Kind hard to focus when you look like that” |

➳ Damian find you staring at him while he does his daily workout session

✶ | “I don’t like sleeping alone anymore” |

➳ Damian confronts you after acting weird this past couple of days only to find out you haven’t been sleeping, but for what reason?

✶| “He’s only soft with you ” |

➳ Damians really whipped for you if he’s nice

✶ | “He lost his virginity!?” |

➳ the batfamily notice Damian acting off these past couple of months and come up with weird ideas as to why

✶ | “Don’t say a word about this” | Ft: Alfred|

➳ Pennyworth has to keep yet another secret

✶ | Media is stupid |

➳ you and Damian play with social apps—giving people taste of your love life

✶ | “Dance with me ” |

➳ you and Damian dance together at one of Bruce’s Galas and the attention is set on both of you.

✶ | lipstick Stain | part 1 | Part 2 |

➳ a TikTok trend that leads to the media coming crazy

✶ | “Crazy idea let’s make out” |

➳ teens being teens Y’know?

✶ | punished by my body |

➳ period are never fun. Especially when they keep you from killing you for seeing Damian.

✶ | untitled |

✶ | Rainy days |

➳ Damian realizes that the rain rain always put you in a mood—getting moody once you fix your attention one the thunder rather then his lips

✶ | Thoughts |

➳ Damian is neglecting his duties as being your husband—I’m result puts bad thought in your head that make your two confront him about it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Headcannons ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

✮ Damian Wayne, the blood son of playboy billionaire Bruce way. Damian Wayne doesn’t live up to the playboy title like his father back in the day

✮ Fem!Reader having a crush on Damian Wayne

✮ Boyfriend!Damian Wayne

✮ Hispanic!Fem!Reader

✮ Damian Wayne doesn’t get crushes

✮ husband! Damian Wayne

✮ bat boys type

✮ random Damian Wayne headcannons

✮ Platonic reader

✮ Quality time

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── scenarios─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

❀ Damian Wayne hates galas , more then he hates his brothers.

❀ Damian ‘Clingy’ Wayne

❀ his bed is more comfortable

❀ “I loves you’s” coming from him

❀ Damian’s not a big fan of holidays

❀ thinking about league of assassins! Damian Wayne

❀ he’s sick to his stomach every time he looks at you

❀ never question why’s your hair is always up

❀ Damian doesn’t get sick often but when he does…

❀ argument | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Random─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

✄ incorrect quotes!

One, two, three, four, five, Six, Seven(Jason Todd)

✄ Instagram!

One, two, three

✄ message between you two!

One, two

This is a years worth of writing that I managed to put on one page 🥲

Just let me know if any of the links aren’t working

oh to be ran through by denki, sero, katsuki, and kirishima…

what would it be like? college au

a/n: bro I haven’t posted in forever ! but maybe I’m back for awhile ? you should check out my c.ai bots :3 dekusquad ver here .

it’ll start off with the five of you chilling in sero’s college dorm. you five all just playing games and chatting. until denki realizes there is literally a girl in the room with the four of them. the reality of the situation, you’ve been their friend for a few years... why the hell hasn’t he thought of this sooner?! he’s seen too much porn to know what could go down.

so when you go to the bathroom he talks to the boys about the situation he’s playing in his head.

“well we could always try to convince her, I mean she’s been our friend for years and I’d be so down to fuck her,” he spoke unashamed.

next thing you know, you’re fully convinced on letting it happen, the boys basically begging you to let them inside of you .

Bakugou obviously going first. he has to be the number one in everything. so when you allow him to fuck you, he’s the one to take off your clothes, being rough. he’ll rip them up, not caring. when he whips out his cock it’s long and thick, slapping against his abdomen as it is released.

“g’na fuck you nice and good, you slut”

and he does, he wastes no time plunging into you deeply. of course you didn’t really need foreplay due to the fact it turned you on to see them all begging for you to fuck them. as he fucks you in a mating press he will pull your hair. it’s a little off because he’s making out with you so sensually and sweet but his cock is ramming into you, only caring for it’s own pleasure.

“fuck… fuck you’re so tight, stop squeezin’ around me like that, dumbass…” he pants, voice a little raspy.

the boys watching, the heat inside them unbearable. just looking at your whiny face as bakugou fucks deep in you makes them so needy and heated.

he keeps going hard, his tip occasionally grazing against your cervix.

in the end, bakugou will gladly cum deep inside you, filling you up. pulling out he’ll watch it seep out, using his fingers to fuck it back into your hole.

Sero is next, looking down at you as you whine due to bakugou’s cum spilling on to your thighs. it was an uncomfortable feeling but you sort of liked it.

“don’t worry sweetheart… i will be nice and slow” he hums, kissing your neck, groping your ass.

he takes off his pants as he’s kissing you, placing you on his lap. his cock was long, not as girthy as bakugou’s cock but it looked a bit longer. he groans as he slips inside your wet and sloppy cunt. he rolls your hips, his cock rubbing against your g-spot as he rolls them.

he leans his back on the ledge of the couch, getting a good view of your sticky pussy moving up and down his cock. he loved the squelching noises it made. it was so erotic… the boys watching also loved it, they fucking needed you.

towards his climax he grabs you close, pressing your chest against his as he pistons his cock inside you, chasing his high.

“s-shit! fuck- ah- im gonna fucking cum… yeah, yeah, right in your slutty pussy”

you were moaning and creaming around his dick. the rutting hitting your g-spot over and over again. you were out of breath and he just kept going, holding you tightly so you couldn’t use your arms to get away from his body.

eventually he came inside you. his cum mixing around with bakugou’s. both of their bodily fluids leaking out of your slutty hole.

Denki happily offers to go next, it was his idea after all. look, he’s a pervert whose down for anything, he doesn’t even want his dick inside your messy cunt that was still leaking of sero and bakugou’s cum, instead he honestly wanted to give you a facial. so when you looked at him with your dazed eyes, he grabbed your chin, nodding his head to the floor.

“come on baby, on your knees for me” he smiled happily with a small chuckle.

you got on to your knees, looking up at denki. he held your cheek as he took out his hardened cock. it slapped against your face… your eyes glued to the pink tip that leaked of precum. he was pretty long, you’ll give him that.

without warning though, he shoved his dick right in between your cute soft lips, letting out a little whine. one hand gripped your hair, the other holding his shirt up so he can see as your tongue glided against him.

“s…so warm…” he moaned, eyes shutting slightly. though he did reach down to squeeze your breast, pinching your hard nipple.

your head bobbed on his cock, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. with your hand you fondled with his balls which caused an audible groan as he thrusted into your mouth more.

spit was rolling down your chin. your eyes fluttering as you looked up at denki who now has his shirt in his mouth. he gripped it with his teeth, his free hand grabbing some more of your hair and he thrusted his hips more.

after hitting the back of your throat, it caused him to go a bit crazy, moving faster, balls slapping against your chin. he was whining and moaning, feeling like he was gonna explode. he pulled out just in time, you stuck out your tongue as he painted your face white.

“that’s it babygirl… all over your face…” he panted, slapping his tip against your tongue.

Kirishima was last, he frowned looking at you, you were so messy.

“let me clean you up” he said softly, taking off his shirt to clean off your cute little face. he brought his shirt down to your cunt, cleaning it off, along with your thighs. there was still sero and bakugou’s cum inside you but he wasn’t gonna worry about cleaning that up. afterwards he sighed happily. he brought you to his lips, placing soft kisses against yours.

“It’s okay… you did so good for us today, y/n. thank you for letting me have the opportunity to please you” he smiled, laying her on the couch gently.

he took the hair out of your face, smiling down at you so sweetly. he started to remove his pants and my god… his cock was huge. it was so fat that it hung low even though he was hard as hell. you were in for it.

“not gonna hurt you, okay? if you need me to stop, I will. i will stop immediately,” he said, softly to which you nodded, propping yourself on your elbows to watch him sink into you. he went slow and steady, one of his hands by your head to balance himself. he was stretching your hole out, you felt so full.

he let out a soft moan as he kept trying to push himself deeper in you.

“g-gonna move now, okay?” he panted, his hips making a bit of movement. his thumb played with your sensitive clit as he made the small fulfilling movements. he rubbed you gently, the rubbing causing you to moan and his cock making you see stars.

a white ring was around his cock, your juices and the other boys around him as he made his small movements.

he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. this thumb rolling around the nub, he knew how to please a woman.

and out of everyone, he made you cum. you squeezed around his dick as you came, causing him to moan. he went down to your chest, sucking your nipples as you felt your bliss. he made sure you came before him, his hips now picking up the pace, your pussy tight around him, your walls clenching in overstimulation.

he went at a moderate pace not to hurt you, pulling out to cum on your stomach, he gave you a sweet kiss, wiping off the cum with his shirt that was on the floor.

“you did so good today, we are so proud of you, y/n”

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⌗︙・erwin and your short dress ⸜⸜・

sometimes you think that your older boyfriend is dating you only so that he can show you off to his neighbor. you love being erwin's little housewife. he's the man in this relationship and you're more than happy to give him whatever he wants.

you can see him check you out as you work on the garden. you didn't think about your dress choice, but erwin sure as hell has a problem with it.

"hi, darling." he approaches you and you clean your hands so you can throw them around his neck and kiss him hard. he loves when you do that.

"isn't that dress a bit too short?" he asks you, your face turning into a confused look. you look down at your dress, not seeing anything wrong with it.

"the neighbor was practically fucking you with his eyes." he nods in the direction of your neighbor. you giggle a bit at his comment, in the end it feels good to be wanted by everyone.

erwin doesn't find it funny when he scoops you in his arms, carying you inside of the house.

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"fuck, don't stop." you moan as his cock rams into your pussy. he's not small, in fact, he's the biggest you have ever taken. and you surely feel the stretch. his cock is going deep inside of your body, hitting your cerwix dead on. his fingers find your neglected clit and he rubs it at the speed of his thrusts. your eyes curl deep inside of your skull as you let you high pitched moans and whines. erwin is loud too, groaning at the tightness of your pussy. no matter how many times he fucks you, you're always so tight for him.

"gonna cum inside of you." he tells you, angling his thrusts so he hits your sweet spot. you basically scream out, you're so close too already.

"im cumming." you cry out, clear liquid squirting out of you and on the couch underwear. the sight is too much for him and he cums right inside of you.

"you want my babies?" he asks you, his cum still shooting inside. you babble nonsense as you try to tell him yes, but calm down from your orgasm at the same time.

"it's the first time i made you cum without my tongue. if you wear that dress outside away, you will be squirting on my cock in front of the whole neighborhood."

Watch and Learn

Neteyam (23), Lo’ak (22), Jake (Too damn old but we love a good dilf😮‍💨) x omatikayan fem reader (21)

[it took me 4 cinnamon pop tarts and the entire HSM 3 album to write this😌. I got to the good part when “a night to remember” came on😎]

Tags: @touchedflowers helped with this storyline. Love you girlyyy🫶🏽❤️

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, p in v, squirting, cumming, cursing, hair pulling, orgasms (multiple)

“Where the hell are those boys.” Jake whispered to himself as his sons were late to the war party meeting, yet again.

“Should we just start without them?” Norm questioned, as he looked out into the crowd of warriors. Jake sighed, looking around before he spoke.

“I’ll go find them, just keep the warriors here! I’ll be back.” He commanded as he walked off to find lo’ak and Neteyam.

It had been around 20 minutes since Jake decided to go look for his sons, with no luck.

“I am going to kill them, I swear to G-“ he stopped in his tracks when he heard faint whimpering and screaming. He snapped his head towards the sound, noticing that it was coming from your hut.

“Shit…y/n!” Jake shouts, running towards the hut.

“Y/n, are you hu- what the HELL is going on in HERE??!!” Jake stopped in his tracks with a shocked look as he watched the scene infront of him:

Y/n, sitting on the table, completely naked as lo’ak stood between her legs. Neteyam, fondling her breasts harshly. The boys look up, scrambling to get their cloths back on.

“We- i” Neteyam starts, getting cut off.

“We- i, my ass! I thought she was dying, but you two knuckleheads are just in here trying to kill her I see.” Jake started with his hands on his hips.

“Why do you have her on the table like that, boy? That’s not the right angle! You’ll never get her to cum in that angle! We talked about this!” Jake explained, gesturing angrily.

“Yes, sir.” Lo’ak says sharply as he picked you up, placing you on the ground. Jake shakes his head before snapping his head at Neteyam.

“And what the hell were you doing, boy? Squeezing her breasts like that? What have I always told you?” Jake shouted, pointing his finger at an ashamed Neteyam.

“Tease ‘em, don’t squeeze ‘em…” he answered, barely above a whisper.

“That’s right!” Jake nodded, snapping his head at your small frame as stood between his sons.

“Y/n, how were they treating you, babygirl?” He asked, looking into your innocent eyes, as you swayed back and forth.

“Uhhh, they were fine.” You nod, covering your chest with your arms.

“Fine.” Jake smirked sarcastically, darting his eyes between the two boys.

“How in the absolute HELL were you two just fine….THERE ARE TWO OF YOU FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.” He gestured angrily, shaking his head.

“Let me show you two knuckleheads something.” Jake said, walking over to you. You couldn’t help but blush, smiling in your hand before meeting jakes eyes. You almost broke your neck trying to stare at him, as he towered over your small frame. He picked you up with ease and placed you on the table. The boys watching their dads every move. He placed you on the table, and turned it so that the boys could see everything.

“First of all…never EVER put her in this position again. If you want to fuck her like this, she has to be on the wall so her back is supported.” He explained sternly. The boys nodded in agreement.

“if you want to make her cum…” he started, taking you off of the table, turning you around so that your ass was on his already throbbing cock.

“You wanna put her like this.” He bent you over slightly, holding you by the bends of your elbows.

“Now if you want her to squirt” he picked you up by your hair, making you whimper. He grabbed the back of your thigh, placing it on the end of the table.

“You put her in this position, got it?” He snapped his head at the boys, as they nodded in unison.

“Good, now let me show the difference.” He put you in the previous position as he untied his loincloth, letting it drop to the ground. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his tip rubbing against your clit.

“You don’t just shove it in, you tease her first, and then….” He slowly slid into you, making your mouth fly open at him filling you to capacity.

“You slide it in, slooooowly” he explained, placing one his huge hands on your hip. He looked at his sons to meet their attentive gaze, before looking down at you.

“How you doing, sweetie?” Jake asked you, pulling your hair out of your face.

“F-fine, sir!” you grunt, trying to get used to his size, as his sons were no where near the size of him.

“You always wanna check on her, making sure she’s ok. What’s the fun if you’re hurting her? Or she’s not into it? Like watch this.” He thrusted into you slowly, causing you to let out a light moan.

The boys watched you, getting aroused all over again.

“It’s all about the angles, too. The sweetspot is upwards, so you wanna thrust upwards, like this.” He angles his hips, thrusting up into you, making your eyes roll back, letting out the prettiest moan.

“You keep doing that, and she’ll cum in no time.” He started to thrust into you, fast and deep. You were a mess under him, as he continued to hit your sweetspot.

“FUCK!” You shouted, filling your high coming already.

“Watch your mouth, y/n!” Jake growled as he slapped your ass, thrusting into you at a steady pace.

“I-I’m sorry, sir!” you whimpered, as you shut your eyes tightly.

“If you really wanna get her off, just talk her through it. Tell her what she wants to here!” He shouted over your loud moans. He bent down to your ear, kissing it.

“You like when your leader fucks you sensless ,huh?” He whispered in your ear, nibbling on it. Your mouth flew open, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Mhmmm!” you hum with your bottom lip in your mouth. Jake kissed your neck before pinning you back to the table. You felt like you were about to explode.

Neteyam and lo’ak were both jerking off watching you become an absolute mess. Desperately waiting to get a turn.

“If you do everything that I tell you, she should-” he was interrupted by you screaming as you convulsed on his cock. He looked down to see his cock covered in your cream.

“Cum…” he chuckled, slowing down his thrusts to help you ride out your high. You were panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. You were laying flat on the table, completely exhausted. Jake rubbed your back, comforting you.

“Now, it’s time for the main event.” He lifted you up by the back of your neck, putting your leg on the table. He lined his cock up with your throbbing cunt before sliding in slowly again. You threw your head back on him, crying out loud.

“I know, I know, you’re alright.” He tapped your stomach in an attempt to calm you down, before thrusting into you, at a steady pace. He wrapped his arms around your small waist, angling his thrusts upwards. You felt your high coming again, but more intense.

“Right when you feel her clench around you, that’s when you rub her clit.” He reached around to demonstrate. Your knees buckle, as the pleasure became too much. You scream out loud, as your eyes rolled back. You felt the knot in your stomach unravel as you squirted everywhere.

Neteyam and lo’ak’s eyes widened at your intense release.

Jake pulled out of slowly, as your juices ran down your legs. You were still shaking from your orgasm, laying on the table to calm yourself. Jake looked down at you, and then back at the boys, putting his hands on his hips.

“Ok, both of you pick one position, and make her orgasm. You can pick any method, I don’t give a damn, Got it?” He looked between the two boys, as they looked at each other.

“Neteyam, you go first boy.” Neteyam nodded, walking over to your limp body. He looked back at his dad, not knowing what to do with you in this state.

“She’s fine, just alittle tired. You got this, don’t be nervous, boy!” Jake clapped, before resting his hands on his hips again.

Neteyam looked back at you, leaning down to your ear.

“Uhhh, y/n? are yo-“ neteyam was cut off by lo’ak laughing.

“Dad, you should’ve let me go first. He’s being a wuss!” Lo’ak gestured towards Neteyam.

“Hush, boy!” Jake shouted at lo’ak. He snapped his head back at Neteyam with a disappointed look. Neteyam sighed, knowing what he had to do. He didn’t want to wear you out, but he didn’t want to disappoint his father either.

He grunted loudly before pulling you up by your hair. You yelped in pain, holding onto his arm.

“That’s what I’m talking about, boy! You got it!” Jake shook his fist, watching Neteyam to see what he would do next.

“I’m sorry, y/n….” neteyam whispered in your ear before sliding into you slowly. Your eyes widened, as you bit your lip. He gently shifted his grip from your hair to the folds of your arms. He thrusted up into you slowly, trying to take it easy on you.

“Mmmmm, don’t stop!” You moaned, letting your head go limp. Neteyams eyes widened at your response to his thrusts, making him speed up his pace.

“Yes!!! Yes!! yessss!!!” You cried as you felt him repeatedly hit your spot. He bit his lip, leaning down to your ear.

“You look so pretty, moaning on my cock.” He whispered, licking your ear lobe. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your high approaching quickly.

“That’s it, boy!” Jake shouted as he watched his oldest son dominate you, like a real man is supposed to.

“NETEYAMMMM” you whined, reaching to grab his hand. He intertwined his fingers with your as he clenched his jaw, watching you come undone on his cock. He looked down to see your cream covering his cock. He slowed down, letting you ride out your high.

“Like a real warrior! That’s what I’m talking about, boy!” Jake shouted proudly.

Neteyam pulled out of you slowly, gently laying you back down on the table, before walking away. Jake patted him on the back, followed by clapping.

“Ok lo’ak, it’s your turn, boy!” Jake motioned for him to step up. Lo’ak smirked at Neteyam before walking off.

“You made her cum, how cute. Now watch me make her squirt, dumbass!” He shook his head, walking towards your limp body with such confidence. He reached you, immediately pulling you up by your hair, placing your leg on the table .

“Ok, boy! Bold move, trying to make her squirt. Don’t get discouraged if she doesn’t, it takes a lot of practice.” Jake explained to lo’ak, but he wasn’t listening. He knew he was gonna have you screaming in a few.

He slowly slid into you, making you hum at the emptiness in you being filled for the third time. He started off slow, thrusting up into you. Your hums rapidly turned into loud moans as you felt him hit your spot repeatedly. He got carried away, grabbing you by your neck from behind, speeding up his pace.

your mouth flew opened, as you felt your high coming for the forth time that night. You gripped the hand wrapped around your neck as a tear fell on your cheek.

“Good job, boy! Now rub her clit, she’s over the edge!” Jake shouted

Lo’ak massaged your clit, causing your knees to buckle. He held you up with one arm wrapped around your tiny waist. He leaned down to your neck, leaving hickeys before he made his was up to your ear. His fangs grazed your earlobe before he spoke.

“Squirt…” and on command, your whole body shook violently, as you screamed his name. You squirted all over his stomach and thighs. He thrusted up into you slowly, making you shake with every stroke.

“SHIT!!” You panted, biting your lip. He pulled out of you slowly, watching your juices fall to the ground, trickling down your legs. He let you down gently before walking away.

“Goddammit, boy!!! That’s how you do it!!” Jake shouted, turning towards the boys.

“I’m proud of both of you!!! Good job!” he smiled, before looking back at your almost lifeless body. He chuckled as he watched you twitched occasionally.

“Now, get her cleaned up, and get to the damn meeting!” He shouted putting his loincloth back on, before walking out of the hut.

The brothers looked at each other, and stared back at you, laid across the table.

“Do you think she’s ok?” Neteyam asked, still staring at you. Lo’ak stared at you before speaking.

“I’m not going to lie” lo’ak started with a sarcastic grin, as he looked back at Neteyam.

“I have no idea, bro…”

Okayyyy, this low key good mannn, i like it a lot.I’m veryyy surprised that I haven’t seen more fanfics with all 3 of them but hey, I like to be first anyway😎. I will be working on other suggestions throughout the week so look out for that. Anywaysss love y’all, and I’ll see y’all later.

Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

Do You Still Love Me?

♡ father enji todoroki x son m!reader

♡ cw: incest, dubcon, no beta we die like men, angst, virginity loss, praise, daddy kink, unrequited love becomes requited, size kink, infantilization, implied age play, mentions of abuse, voyeurism, corruption, dumbification, dead dove do not eat, let me know what’s missing

dni

your father enji todoroki has been neglecting you from the beginning of the life to adulthood and beyond. he stumbles what the word “love” means. endless questions of if he still loves you—he’d scoff it off. the question left unanswered. struggling to find a way to love you back from all the abuse. though it won’t patch the past, by the time he has found the solution. the key to love. the key to show love.

you wouldn’t describe yourself as the black sheep. sure you are a todoroki, siblings with the todoroki’s, born out of your mother’s gate to life. they all love you (including touya)—but your father? enji todoroki? it’s complicated.

when rei birthed you and she introduced you to your father. he doesn’t acknowledge your presence only because you’re too young to develop a quirk. you’re like a baby bird to grow feathers and to fly freely, on other hand enji sees you as a reject and leave to the prey to feed on.

quirkless or not—he sees you as a distraction to your brother shoto. even you show off to prove you have a powerful quirk like him. he turns you down anyway. he had ambitions to “create” children in hopes that could surpass the number one hero all might. a purpose to inherit power to overthrow the superior.

you are a todoroki. why is enji treating you like some stray animal? you’re his son and he’s your father. families are meant to commit love and support unconditionally, together to strengthen, bring back to values and help make good decisions.

so where is he?

he is nowhere close to meet the criteria. it’s impossible to match two different puzzle pieces together; try to budge within hole to hole; it’s no use. keep trying or to wait the piece won’t fit in any way.

you’re aware of the training; all of shoto’s cries and protests and painful screams; enji’s merciless hours of training; the room trace flames within; the cycle keeps going.

it hurts to see shoto in this shape. your instinct wants to help and escape from the training. you know you shouldn’t be involved in this what if he finds out? what will he do?

will your so-called father hit you like he did to your brother, drag you away from the household, or burn you to death?

you hate to sulk. it just hurts.

shoto’s “old man” and “bastard” pet names have been stuck in your mind. it’s true your brother despised that menace. you had doubts. are these degrading names true what they describe him?

the day the constant abuse rei received from your father cause her to become mentally unstable. moreover she snapped, this cause her to throw a kettle of boiling water near over shoto’s face. eventually enji putting her in a mental hospital from accidentally hurting shoto.

your heart slowly crumble to broken pieces. rei is at a mental hospital. shoto got a nasty scar on his face. enji is still enji. a feint wind creep into the goosebumps. you shivered. slowly approaching to your father, trying not to chicken away. why is it so hard asking a question without embarrassing yourself?

“dad,” trying to make eye contact. “do you still love me?” hands quivering, wisp of despair possess within blood. a dead silence—until he makes a breath. “please answer me.” “y/n, i don’t know. i just don’t know.” his tone, he doesn’t sound aggravated.

a sigh so miserable it’s hard to figure. you hate to cry at front of your father, as to you walk away then it turns into a sprint.

you’d wail the whole house can hear, your siblings were snooping and knew how you felt. a mist of guilt surround him abyss, he can’t find a way to overcome.

ding dong! you hear a doorbell, who could it be? you jog to the front door, you’d twist the doorknob and—oh. a couple packages for your father. so discrete.

you think it’s the equipment for the stupid training enji always desires to push your brother’s limits. too many questions to ask. you push a package one at a time outside the training room.

strange, equipments are meant to be heavy or you’re probably dreaming. finally, you close the front door. chore finished. what a work out. “i hope i get kudos for this.”

enji strolls down the hallway and what caught him the eye are the packages he had ordered. someone must’ve pushed all of them all the way here. “thank you y/n,” he murmured.

instead, he pushed the packages to an empty room. nearby the master bedroom and between the bathroom.

the empty room looked wide enough to decorate, like it’s a every teens dream. he’d ponder what, which, and where the stuff will be to match the aesthetic. taking his time first things first, he jabbed a box knife cutter onto the top side of the box, it appears to be pieces to build a bed.

no, it’s a adult-sized cot. fuck. it reminds of you. no, this is wrong of him he thought.

whilst he assembles the cot, he daydreams of him doting you padded in a cute baby onesie, bottle feeding you, penetrate your prostate and see that cock erect hard. see your beautiful eyes go in pure bliss of pleasure by his huge cock.

“no, i can’t do this,” frustrated of these taboo thoughts. after he assembles the cot, he then jabs a box knife cutter to the next package.

he places the box knife cutter on the ground and dig through the contents through the box. it displays a bunch of toys: one side are innocent ones for babies to toddlers and another side not so much, there were sex toys.

enji considers if he can finish setting up the room or rather have a slack. “fuck,” he digs out a pastel blue prostate massager. taking a good look how cute for you to make messy cummies in a thick diaper and the pathetic moans from this torturous toy.

enji snaps it out, he can’t stop. you’re his son, but you love him so much to the point have a remorse for being a bad dad.

he picked choice b. putting away the prostate massager where it was before. before leaving the room, he examines the room once again.

so cute. oh so adorable.

slowly closing the door, then the door creaks. more than you know he did not lock the door. him not realizing it. yet.

you want to hang with your siblings, even so shoto is probably hanging out with his friends or visiting the mental hospital to see mother, fuyumi is at school teaching satan’s remnants act like brats innocent little angels, natsuo studying in the medical fields.

it’s just you and your father. home.

you’re so bored why not take a bath? say no more. on second thought, you want to spend time with enji.

not only he doesn’t acknowledge anyone’s existence, he is also bad with words too. so many words to describe was so hard.

about to enter the bathroom, you open the wrong door by accident. usually this door has been locked, what’s so special about it anyway? the door creaks when you’d open the door wide. you weren’t ready for this. the cat got off the bag.

unbelievable. an cot which seems so big, a bunch of cutesy baby room decorations, and a couple of unopened packages. what is enji into? no, hell is he planning to “create” an another todoroki just the sake of a quirk? but isn’t shoto a golden egg? no, this can’t be. there’s no way that old man plans to annihilate the todoroki family tree.

“fucking christ, i definitely need to tell everyone about this shit,” you muttered. taking a look at a wide room and then unopened packages caught the eye. “wait. i thought these are for the training? what, i don’t get it.” “no i must see it,” you scoop the box knife cutter. taking your time which ones seems to be suspicious at most. ironically all of them are.

one box open, there were boxes of diapers. such childish designs and too big for a baby. is this a some kind of sick joke? another box open, a bunch of rompers, onesies, and jumpers. yikes, too big for a baby as well. and an another one, there’s just plushies. meh. oh, something is looking fishy here. a pastel blue prostate massager.

you’re creeped out of all of this stuff yet so curious who and what’s it for? fuck it.

“nngh, if daddy can’t love me—i can!” you don’t want to be replaced. so you’d find a way to catch his attention. abandoning whatever you’re investigating for to tell everyone of this evidence, you crawl atop of the cot. once you do this, there’s no coming back.

shuffle the pillows to determine which are fluffy. ah—big and poofy. so many horny thoughts, fuck. head so foggy, blood blaze within flesh, you feel the shaft turn to be hard. unintelligible whimpers out of breath. “just want daddy ngh—daddy,” hard to resist these taboo fantasies is it bad to love your father so much in this way? you’d strip, toss the garments at the side, positioning your body on top of the big poofy pillow. quite the desperate puppy having a rut like you.

moving your hips to make a move humping the pillow, the penis making friction with the pillow case, aroused of the sensual contact. god, it felt so good.

you continue to hump the pillow, in this time you reach at edge. “fuck—daddy! want daddy’s big, fat cock.” “needa cum so bad,” you pant. the intense groans and pants surround the room, not realizing you left the door wide open and unlocked. you could get caught by that act. what would enji do if he sees you like this? in the distress wanting to cum but you didn’t mean to edge this much. “ugh just wanna suck daddy’s fat cock and call me a good boy,” you’re at your limit resulting in a deep moan.

enji had heard the noise, it seem to sound you were in discomfort. he ditched whatever he’s doing to make time fly and march wherever the noise had come from. his stomps are loud as a bomb explosion. the closer the stomps the louder you hear them, although unaware of the surrounds. his eyes wide open, realizing he hadn’t locked the door to the room, there he is the noise he just heard. oh god, it’s the sound of your voice. was it disgust, agony, misery? perhaps a quick peek wouldn’t hurt. would it?

enji peeks through the door and he sees you naked and humping the pillow on a cot he just build. stop it, he thought. he’s your son goddamnit! “nn daddy treat me like a good boy i am,” frantically humping the pillow, cries of arousal. enji’s eyes gluing to your figure. no he should stop this, it’s wrong to spy at you masturbating, but the way you whine daddy hooks his fantasies. so adorable you masturbating, though you doing alone breaks his heart. he wants to surprise you. he has to plan it. but first, his rock-hard erection goes off the list. time to kick off the steam.

he lift down the hem of the sweatpants. wow. the erection sprang free, the penis twitching, and pre leaking from the opening. no wonder he’s such a pervert. a pervert dad to be precise.

enji scoots where he can have a good view of you. like a dumb puppy in heat grinding the pillow. he palm his hand onto the shaft of his cock. closing his eyes imagining you being pounded by your dad—the juxtaposition of the size of how big and muscly to how little and feeble you two are. focusing at your moans he begins to stroke in a steady rhythm.

your penis blush red and the glans feel slick from the pre you were leaking. god how long have you been trying to cum alone? your breaths into pants. your father thrusts his cock to expedite the awaiting climax. his eyebrows furrow, beefy legs clench in tense pleasure he’s giving himself. your toes curl in the verge about to cramp. “y/n—fuck,” enji groaned, attempting to maintain composure. trying not to collapse. “daddy!” you’d wail. things are about to escalate.

you and your father moan and came simultaneously. these voices combined together were like a chorus; like a symphony; the voices were memorizing to hear. you both catch breaths and relax tad bit. enji is mentally prepared to join in, he doesn’t want to scare you in under circumstance. families are for comforting their children. but the length makes it harder. would he risk going in the room like this? the answer: yes. he shuffled the sweatpants up despise the erection makes some discomfort. he’s ready. his footsteps creep upon the surface.

you splay your limbs on at a mattress. ah, it feels cold. the chill air within surface cools down the hot, sweaty steam off. you vegged out onto the chilly feeling. not to mention you hear stamps come close. shit. the adrenaline kicks in—you hurriedly snatch the pillow to cover whatever’s exposed, don’t want to scare whoever impedes. then lifting your head up to see your father. what? what’s he doing here and why does he have a big bulge? “d-dad?” enji sits down onto the mattress then his hand landing at your head.

“my son, there’s no need,” his hand caress your strands of hair. you feel the warmth, it is comfort. though you weren’t exactly touch starved vise versa. enji had not shown any signs of affection: physical, verbal, whatever drowns the boat. zilch. and the way he talks it sounded like the calm ocean waves. it was usually this booming volcanic eruption. had his demeanor change?

enji places his hand at your back guiding you to sit up. you take his lead. you feel ditzy from your father’s touches, you like to admit he’s warming up. intoxicating. “dad why are you doing this. you were always ignoring me, you were always training shoto because of his quirk, you-am i not the one for you?” vomiting all the past you mention breaks his heart. enji takes the opportunity to patch the wounds. he leans close to you. he takes a breath, unable to comprehend “no, it’s—i don’t want you involved in this.” tears churn and to escape the tear ducts and lips tremble. you were about to cry.

remorse. he’d seen you cry a lot because he is unemotional. he had not know how to show these emotions whereas the one: anger. then next dissolves regret.

enji pulls you closer to a big, tight hug with a squeeze. it feels so good.

you can’t stop crying. like a void fading upon the dawns light. your head feels heavy, your nose stuffy and icky, your legs tingling. so light as a feather. your body collapse onto your father’s big man boobas toned muscles.

enji’s hand pats your back “y/n all of this is not your fault,” he reassured. a thumb pressed your chin. his turquoise icy eyes gleam. he had a nasty scar from fighting a villain. his short and spiky red hair so fiery and fierce. he leans for a kiss.

lips meet together the tender feels of euphoria and affection. heart melt in warmth. now, enji being the pervert dad he ravishes the kiss into a heated make up. your eyes wide open you couldn’t even catch a breath. the tongue penetrate your tongue, mix with saliva, and a sprinkle of closed moans. you feel weightless so light as air. enji breaks the kiss, a spool of saliva connect to his and yours come out. both of you catching up breaths. that felt so hot.

placing an another light kiss on your cheek “y/n im doing this because i love you, i love you so much little boy,” he murmured, petting your hair. head nuzzling your father’s groin tugging the hem of the sweatpants “i love you too daddy please don’t leave me don’t-don’t leave me!”

still nuzzling the length you toy the clothed erection like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. oh so adorable of you playing with your father’s cock. a docile little kitty. the glint of enji’s eyes soften for you to tease. “y/n fuck, toying with my fat cock? such a naughty boy,” tugging the hem down fully pulling down the sweatpants. the penis spring free. your eyes wide shock, subconscious vulnerability turns up how enamored of the girth and lengthwise. you are seeing hearts. “want daddy’s cock,” giggling like a baby seeming so innocent. “nngh so big like daddy.” you giggle once again.

positioning yourself at top of enji’s lap, his cock twitch of your suggestive poses. the pre glisten indicate he wants to ruin your pretty, tiny body.

pleading eyes to ask enji completely harmless questions just to tease him, “daddy am i a good boy?” bulky hands grope the hips—fascinating by the veiny look arm to hand, it’s tempting to look.

“my good baby boy,” he replied. you grin “what do good boys get?” “good boys get cuddles, kisses.” “and daddy’s cock!” giddily finishing the sentence. enji lifts you on top of the penis, the tip just about to slip into the hole. holy hell it feels so big. extremely nervous to the thought it won’t fit in, “d-daddy no stop! it won’t fit. too big,” you protest.

“yes it will shh,” enji coaxed. you straddle yourself on enji’s lap, his cock twitches at the sight of your legs rubbing against his, the precum dripping down his shaft makes you shiver, expecting to have your body destroyed. “let daddy help you. do you trust me?” “y-yes daddy i trust you,” still looking down nervous.

"y/n look at daddy." the instructions were clear, you look at your dad, his face showing how eager he is to shove himself inside you. "fuck.. give daddy a kiss", with no hesitation you press your lips into his, tounges touching for the first time mixing your saliva. enji grabs your hips and moves you slowly over his cock, pressing it against you, testing your hole.

enji pulls his lips away from yours, making you gasp with excitement. "my little boy, i don't think you're ready for that just yet..." heart thumping in your chest, you know deep down you want this but you worry about the sheer size of him entering you. "g-go gentle on me please.. please daddy." he knows your tight hole has never been violated before and lightly teases the entrance to your hole "anything for you, my son." he murmurs into your ear.

he pulls you down onto his shaft, puncturing your virgin hole with just the tip, taking your innocence forever. "daddy's big..." you moan, even with just the tip you begin to moan as the sharp pain of his girth eagerly waiting to push deeper, you shout in pain feeling him push deeper as he gets harder. "does it hurt, my little boy?" his voice coaxing you into a sense of security, "in in daddy in." you beg.

your father continues shoving his cock, you feel the length going deeper you could feel he’s about to hit the jackpot: the prostate.

“love daddy’s cock, so big,” you drunkly giggle. your voice accompanied with a chuckle. enji grinned by your reaction it was so priceless.

“yeah that’s my baby boy, taking daddy’s fat cock,” he moaned as he felt his cock hitting your prostate every other thrust. thighs snapping sharply, fucking you hard and fast, in this moment he had you drool running down the chin.

your unintelligible babbles boost his ego, fast enough to keep abusing your prostate. “fuck, i fucked you real good look at your pretty face,” he moaned. it was then he felt the orgasm approaching. he gave a hard shove and you feel so much intense pressure deep inside the hole you can’t feel but gasp. your breathing becomes desperate you’re reaching beyond stars. you’re at your limit, the pre spurt everywhere so much the extreme sensitivity lose its consciousness.

you feel you’re about to burst however the extreme pressure making you lose the ability to release. “y/n come with me,” he grunted, eyebrows furrowing. you cry deeply you are in cloud nine. you body flip toward to your father’s toned body, your head rest on the crook of his neck. “one, two,” enji shouted, continuing to slam your body down to his lengthy girth. “three!” a big, loud, grunt come to a release.

both of you have came simultaneously. your semen has been burst, the spool of your cum had splat at your father’s body while enji slammed your hips down fully taking the whole length, the cock press the prostate you begin to scream as the mallet hits the base to send up the ball up the pole to reach the bell. you feel his cum filling your hole, enji removes his cock out of your hole mesmerized by his thread of his cum escaping it.

you guys catch your breaths, you have lost consciousness from this heavy pressure. enji places you on top of his groin, his hand caressing your body. “i love you y/n,” he kisses your temple. his eyes soften by your intuitive figure.

he carries you down at the cot and once again pets your hair.

the faint footsteps step away from you. they were loud to hear. your body become sluggish and wobbly like jelly.

enji comes back with a wet towel and a glass of cold water. he drags the towel to your penis down to anus a cleaning so no cum leave a spot. a hand lift your head for easy access to drink, you swallow the cool liquid. you drink the whole glass your throat still sore.

putting both of the items down, enji switches the room lights off, lie down in the cot and attempt to cramp his big figure, spooning your small figure. “i love you so much my little flame, i’ll never replace you,” he mumbled, dozing himself to sleep.

you can forgive but you can’t forget; there will or not always be a second chance.

SKZ studies part 1 (4/8) Lino, Chan, Hyunjin, Felix.

I realized I had never posted any of the studies I've done for the past (almost) 2 years x'D I was finally able to finish Lee Know's study recently, which is the fourth out of the eight members, so here they are!! I'll do the rest of them sooner or later :3

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🥺 If you're okay with it, can I request soft dom!Armin with a virgin gf? With a sprinkle of size kink and and daddy kink if you can

Pretty please and thank you!!

"don't get shy on me now, baby." armin says, caressing your cheeks. he presses his lips into yours again and this time he snakes his tongue into your mouth. you moan softly and you try your best to cooperate with him. armin sets his hands on your hips and carefully presses you into the bed. he crawls over you, continuing with his kisses. you mind screams at you, you wanted this with armin for so long but you own shyness never let you.

"you okay, sweetheart?" armin breaks the kiss to ask you. you nod before muttering soft, "i want go further."

"are you sure?" armin asks worriedly, but you can see the sparkle his eyes made at your comment. you nod again before pulling him into the kiss. his hands run over your body and he stops them at your boobs to massage them. you can feel your cheeks go red at his action but you let him touch you how he pleases. he opens your blouse to reveal your bra, stopping to look at you spread out under him. he curses under his breath before attaching his lips to the top of your breast, sucking and licking the flesh. you arch your back into his touch, tugging on his hair. soon both of your clothes are on the floor and his hand settles in between your legs. he draws circles on your clit, trying not to smirk at the wet slick that envelops his fingers.

"you're so wet already." he teases you before stroking over your entrance. he slowly pushes one finger in, making you hiss.

"have you ever played with yourself while thinking about me?" he asks as he hits your sweet spot. you shyly not which makes his smile even more. he adds another finger in and he focuses them on your g spot. you moan and trash all under his touch, feeling embarrassed how close you are to release.

"gonna cum?" he smirks, "gonna cum for daddy?"

this sends you into euphoria as you cum around his fingers. you don't care about the noises you make, all you can focus on is your release.

"good girl." armin whispers, kissing your forehead. he pulls his underwear down, releasing his member. you gasp a little at his size, unsure if it's gonna fit. armin senses your scared expression but calms you down with a quiet, "don't worry, sweetheart."

he settles in between your legs before carefully pushing in. you hiss at the stretch, armin's size still too huge for your body.

"almost in." he says as he slowly bottoms out. he stays still for a few moments, letting you get used to his size, before thrusting in. his thrusts are deep and slow and you feel like you're being stretched in half. armin loves the scene under him and he knows you think he's big which makes his ego blossom.

"you look so tiny under me." he says with a smile, changing his thrusts from deep to sharp. you moan out at this sudden change of rhythm and you let him use your body.

"are you about to cum?" he questions when he feels you clenching around his cock. you nod, cumming around him for the first time. your insides twitch, sending armin over the edge too. he quickly pulls out to cum on your tummy.

"good girl. you did so good for daddy. now let's clean you up."

Requiring Assistance Pt. 2

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❀ NSFW ❀ 6.9K Words ❀ ❀ Modern Office Worker AU ❀

Zoro agrees to come up to your apartment to clean up after being splashed by the city bus. After you both shower, the tension rises and he seems to be flirting with you. Is the attraction mutual?

CW: fingering, blowjob, vaginal sex, praising

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“Wait!” you called out, trying to keep him from leaving as you grabbed his arm. The two of you stood there a second, just staring at each other as you both seemed to keep doing all evening, until you finally blurted out, “Come up to my place!”

His good eye became the size of a dinner plate, taken aback, “Wait, what?”

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dumb little slut - katsuki/izuku/f!reader

ೃ⁀➷ content warnings; smut, threesome f/m/m, dumbification, slut shaming and degrading.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Izuku and Katsuki both knew that you needed to get out of your head sometimes.

You loved your job. Being a hero -- saving lives, watching relief fill civilians' faces when they saw you were there. To protect them.

But sometimes, sometimes it was all too much.

When you had come home from work today, shoulders slumped and head drooped, your husbands knew instantly what was wrong.

You needed them.

"C'mon sweetheart," Izuku had whispered, pulling you into his chest as he and Katsuki led you to the bed.

And now?

"C'mon slut," Izuku seethes, scarred hand wrenched in your hair as he keeps your head upright.

Your head was empty.

"Don't be so harsh on her, nerd," Katsuki snickers, stroking at your hips with quirk-heated hands. "You're the one that fucked her dumb."

Izuku grins cruelly, watching as spit falls out of the side of your mouth and onto his thigh pathetically.

"I suppose that's true," he sighs, stroking at where your scalp had been pulled taut. "My pretty girl got fucked dumb, didn't she? Can't even speak properly, can you, darling?"

No. You can't.

debatable.

Midoriya Izuku x Todoroki Shoto x Female! Reader

Synopsis: It’s a hot summer day, and your husbands, Todoroki and Midoriya, are both taking a swim. You decided to sit out a dip in the private pool at your shared home, but your husbands have other plans for you.

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A/n: I think I’m about caught up with the works, I have four or five more works to do with Midoriya and Todoroki, and then the odds will be even. Anyway, here’s some good ole Tododeku pool sex.

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Genre: Erotica, Romance Rated: Mature Warning: Erotica, Threesome, Anilingus, Anal Play, Rimming

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Endeavor te rompe en dos con su polla después de un día pesado de patrullaje, le gusta usarte y ver tu pequeño cuerpo.

Siempre vas a ser su niña pequeña.

Endeavor rips you in two with his cock after a hard day of patrol, he likes to use you and see your little body.

Silver On Forest Green | I. Midoriya

Entry 01 | The Virginity Chronicles

Summary: After dating Izuku for a while, you and he both feel ready to take the next step in your relationship.

(Or, alternatively; Izuku fucks for the first time)

Pairing: Izuku x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, oral (m+f receiving), mentions of masturbation, creampie, multiple orgasms, soft Izuku, hella unrealistic (this is not what a first time is like at all), characters are aged up to 18

Note: Ayy we’re finally here…….please don’t eat me.

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