el plan

cw: smut, oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, overstimulation, denied orgasm, boyfriend!gojo, somewhat praise kink, some degrading

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you’re unsure if satoru is just an asshole or if he’s truly enjoying this.

he’s been at this for what feels like hours. his tongue lays flat against the now soaked and thin barrier that separates you from what you so desperately need.

your hands tug his hair, attempting to bring him closer. he clicks his tongue at you, pulling away completely to which you whine about.

“pulling my hair now, desperate, aren’t you?” he chides, a sadistic grin on his face.

the amount of times he pulled you so close to the edge–only for him to pull away made you feel like crying.

tears begin to well up in your eyes as you stare up at him. he tilts his head and coos at you. “you crying? you want me sooo bad, don’t you?”

you’re unsure if you wanted to kill him or fuck him.

he kissed your inner thigh. “you’re so cute. such a whore that you start crying because you need em that bad?”

his hand wetly smacks your pussy, making you jolt and whine. his cock twitches in his pants at the sight. he smiles devilishly.

“so cute.”

more tears begin rolling down your cheeks at that. he’s being so mean. “satoru, please.” you plead.

he tilts his head at you. “hm? use your words, smart girl.”

you bite your wobbling lip, sniffling. you couldn’t even be embarrassed at how much of a mess you were now.

all you wanted was for him to let you come. to let you get the sweet relief you so desperately chased.

“please–i just want come. can i, please?”

he stares at you, humming. he kisses your clit, making you buck into his lips. “i guess, you’ve been pretty good.”

you didn’t even get a chance to thank him before he started mouthing at your cunt. you gasped, blatantly moaning loud now.

you began to writhe underneath him and his hand on your hip held you down. his thumb began rubbing firm, quick circles on your swollen clit.

you arch into the air, panting loudly. you can feel the coil in your gut tightening, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

your cunt flutters around his tongue wildly. your hands cling onto the sheets.

he begins sucking at you–the coil snapping immediately.

your orgasm hits you aggressively, the relief of finally coming washes over you. you let out a guttural moan. your thighs tremble frantically.

satoru laps at your jucies, humming pleasantly to himself. “you taste so good.” he breathes. he lets you ride out your orgasm, only pulling away once you finally calm down.

he sits up, kissing your tear-stained face softly. you whine quietly when he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“that wasn’t so bad, hm?” he smiles and wipes away your tears. “say thank you, ‘toru.” he purrs. you glare at him and swat at his chest.

“you’re an asshole, satoru.”

his hands are shaking from where they cage your thighs, holding them back so his mouth can have full access to you.

it feels so warm, so wet with spit. his whole mouth covers your pussy, lips french kissing your clit and tongue dipping in and out of your cunt. you have one of your hands fisting the sheets of the bed, the other tangled in his hair as you try to roll your hips up into his mouth. you can feel how he’s drooling all over you, dripping down to your asshole and onto the ruined sheets below you.

he’s not working on your first orgasm. he’s working on your third. he already ate you through two with no break, and your poor clit throbs in his mouth, unsure if another one is even possible..

“gumi—“ you sigh, one hard long breath, giving his hair a slight tug. “i-it’s too much— you can take a break—“

he doesn’t agree that he needs a break, that you need one. mouth right against your core, working it over with his tongue slowly, he disagrees. “mm-mm..”

you feel this increase of moisture down there, he’s filling his mouth up with spit and parting his lips to let it come out onto your pussy, lips closing around your clit to softly suck because he knows you’re sensitive right now.

it’s that, the feeling of your whole clit in his mouth- his fingernails squeezing indents into the skin of your thighs while he bobs his head gently up, down, looks into your eyes- that does you in.

“gonna cum—“ you gasp, you hear him moan against your pussy when you pull his hair extra hard, “gonna cum in your m-mouth— megumi—”

you can hear the wet laps of his tongue between your folds, but you’re not all there. it’s like floating on a cloud, your vision blurry with tears and the room around you spinning.

“o-okay—“ you choke after a minute when he doesn’t stop immediately. “m’done..”

he pulls his mouth off your pussy and spits on it, uses his thumb to rub little circles around your clit.

plug!choso who only buys you colourful papers because he knows you like pretty joints.

plug!choso who constantly reminds you that you’re his favourite customer.

plug!choso who loves to eat you out whenever you meet, no matter the place, only taking breaks to smoke.

plug!choso loves to have sex high, babbling on about how “it feels better” and that he can last longer.. he never does

plug!choso who initially let you suck his dick in exchange for a free blunt, not knowing that you wanted it just as much as he did.

plug!choso who likes to take his time while fucking you, staring down at your pussy with red, lidded eyes - gawking at the way your pussy swallows his cock.

plug!choso who becomes extremely pussydrunk whenever you fuck, tearing up and saying he loves you..?

plug!choso who doesn’t want any labels but still gets jealous whenever you bring up your ex!toji

and does anything he can to try take your mind off him with things like, sex.. sex and more sex.

"That's uh British engineering for you!"

☆ lia's birthday calendar

day 18: high x lando (ln4)

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☆ warnings: manipulative!lando, shy!reader is a good girl, weed, corruption kink, lowkey dubcon but its more cnc, praise, soft degradation, oral, slight choking, unprotected p in v ⋆ inspo: (x) (x) (x) (x)

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the room feels softer than usual.

lando insisted on making the winter break 'proper chill'. you sat curled up beside him, knees drawn close.

you're already feeling the drowsy. that light headed buzz making the world soft and heavy. the air seems thicker, warmer. it’s pressing in on you. your limbs feel heavy in a pleasant way. all loose and floaty, your thoughts drifting just a second behind everything that’s happening.

he’s stretched out beside you. long legs taking up more space than feels fair. his shoulder is pressed lightly to yours. he honestly feels so big next to you. easily occupying the room and your attention.

lando leans back casually, one arm draped over you.

“feeling it yet?” voice low and lazy, with that teasing edge.

you nodded, giggling softly. the high is loosening your usual self consciousness. “a little… i think.”

you were hesitant at first.

this whole cannabis thing wasn’t usually your thing, but he grinned that gremlin cute smile of his. suddenly, it felt like the idea was fun. now you're floating, super aware of how close he is.

“you’re quiet.” he murmurs, amused.

you blink, trying to piece together a response. words feel kinda slippery. “just… relaxed, lan.”

he hums, satisfied. his fingers tap absently against his thigh, close enough that you can feel the movement more than see it.

“yeah? that’s good.”

you're leaning against him. your voice sounded strange in your own ears, softer and looser. lando’s gaze flicked down to your face.

“you’re cute like this,” he mutters, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. “all soft and distracted. kind of… helpless, really.”

fuck. helpless.

heat crawled up your neck. the word helpless made your stomach flutter. you wanted to laugh but only a tiny giggle escaped. his grin widened, the kind that made your heart skip.

“you're adorable..” he leaned closer, your shoulders brushed. “so dreamy and distracted.”

“i’m… not distracted.” your voice sounding impossibly small.

he chuckled.

“hm, sure you’re not.” his fingers ghosted over your hand.

he paused.

his hand then shifts slowly until it rests against your leg. not gripping or demanding. just there. warm, heavy. possessive.

you don’t pull away. he notices.

“see, this is why i like you like this.” he says quietly. his mouth is near your ear.

your breath stutters. “like… what?”

“pretty. so soft and just not overthinking every little thing.” he replies easily.

his thumb drags an soft line along your skin.

the movement somehow feels loud. a small tingle goes up your spine. your body reacts faster than your mind, heat forming low in your stomach. that a vague, needy feeling you’re not quite sure about yet.

the world outside the haze and smoke seemed distant. unimportant. you could only focus on this. on him. he starts talking again. god, he doesn't know how to shut up.

“you like that, don’t you?” lando whispered.

his voice is teasing, dragging out the words intentionally so almost feel like a physical touch. “me noticing you. me… touching you.”

you swallowed, heart hammering.

“…yes,” you admitted softly.

it made him hum in satisfaction.

“that’s good. good to know you’re so willing for me.” he murmurs.

you froze. willing. first he called you helpless, and now willing.

the word made your thighs press together. you weren’t sure why, or if you should even feel that way. it felt almost inevitable.

you shift, still uncertain. “lando…”

“mhm, baby?” pleased with the effect of his own words. encouraging.

“i-”

you stop. the thought just crumbles and slips away. he chuckles under his breath.

“there it is.”

you frown faintly. “what is?”

“that little pause. you usually get all shy, all caught up in your pretty little head. but right now?” he tilts his head, watching you closely. “you’re not fighting it. you're asking for it.”

asking for it? his accusation sends a small jolt through you. you’re not sure what you’d be fighting. what you're asking for.

“i’m not doing anything.” you mumble.

“exactly.”

“lando… i- i don't-” you breathed, voice hesitant.

he silenced you by cupping you jaw, making you look up at him. “shh, baby. don’t think. just feel. just… be here with me.”

your pulse skipped.

your body responded so easily to him, flustered and warm under his gaze. the drowsy haze made your everything feel slow, softer. you're letting him push your boundaries. you want him to do so. your body betrays you, leanings toward him. fuck, he smells so good.

“mhm, that’s it. so soft, so needy for me already.” he murmured, lips brushing against your temple.

your breath hitched. he shifted, his hard cock suddenly pushing against your leg.

“you feel that? you feel me?” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

“lando… i-” you whispered, high and breathless.

“you don’t have to say anything, baby. just let it happen.” so sweet, so encouraging.

and you did.

his hand slid up your arm. his fingertips brush lightly over your soft skin. every touch feels intensified, each confident movement building pressure between your legs. your own hands drifted all over his lean chest. you're timid, unsure.

he noticed your hesitation. he also noticed your interest in his body. “see? already so good for me. trusting me.”

you felt your face heat up with his praise. "i’m not sure…”

lanto tilted his head. his eyes darkened, gaze fixed on you. "oh come on baby, you know you want me. we can feel soo good together.”

you nod shyly, admitting without the verbal commitment. your cheeks bright red.

he follows your little nod with his one of own. his voice is low, teasing. “that's good, baby."

he leans back slightly and grabs a small joint from the coffee table. he holds it up between his fingers.

“maybe… you just need just a little more, hm?” he murmurs. "helps you… relax. helps you feel really good.”

you hesitated. you're so into lando but still kinda cautious. “oh lan, i- i don't know-"

“shh, it’s just us, baby. trust me. you’ll feel better.” he soothed, brushing your cheek.

your lips parted. you're giving in. too curious and too needy for whatever lando wants to give you.

he grins.

he pushes a finger between your lips, opening you up even more. just toying around a bit with you. your eyes are fixed onto his. it feels intimate. possessive. he lights up the joint and guides it to your pretty lips. you inhale a breath in. your head is full of warmth, and so is your cunt.

“good girl. feels better, doesn't it?” velvety voice that sounds so approving. so validating.

fuck. good girl. that little nickname is going straight to your cunt. you nodded, breath still catching from the smoke.

“that's what i like. you following and listening so well. so good for me.” he whispers.

he leans in close, lips brushing yours lightly. barely there, just teasing. his hand moves under your shirt. he gives you time to stop him. you don't.

he takes off your shirt. you're bare in front of him. he's still fully clothed, baggy hoodie and sweats. something about that contrast just feels so fucking filthy. so fucking hot.

your awareness of him sharpens. every nerve feels tuned to the weight of his touch. his big hands touch your tits. he's groping, squeezing. playing with you however he wants. and you're letting him.

“feels good doesn't it?” he says softly. still teasing. still gentle.

you nod. you whimper a little, too. it's embarrassing.

he presses a kiss on each of your nipples. lando is just taking whatever he wants from you. it really does feel so fucking good. you don't want him to stop.

“you're so pretty.” he murmurs, almost to himself.

the praise hits way harder than it should. so simple, so sincere. your chest tightens. your cunt is wet. you swallow, so aware of how exposed you are under his gaze.

his hands cup your chest. large, veiny hands pressing softly. little moans slip out your throat. he froze for a second, sensing the high induced sensitivity.

"you like this… don’t you? just letting me play with you? use you however?” he murmured

your voice trembled. you don't answer.

he shifts again to kiss and suck at your nipple. his lips were warm, wet. one hand pressed over your chest. gentle but firm. calculated to manipulate just enough. to heighten the pleasure without pushing too far.

you're just so lost in the haze. his mouth. his fingers. it all sends waves through you. your high makes the hesitation sluggish, lazy.

“so shy, yet so willing. fuck.” he murmurs, tongue tracing lightly over your nipple.

you shivered, biting your lip.

he pulls away from your tits. he's still crowding your space, forcing you to lean back slightly. you follow his lead without even thinking.

“god, you have no idea what you look like right now.” he mutters, eyes dragging all over your body. he's shamelessly checking you out.

and fuck, does that make you feel insane.

“what do I look like?”

“like you’d let me do anything. well, you are letting me do anything.” he says, voice low and reverent.

you look down, too shy to maintain eye contact. “no, that’s not-”

his fingers tilt your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his eyes again. dark, heavy lidded. focused in a way that makes your pulse spike. makes your core feel so warm.

“you trust me.” he says. not a question.

“yes.”

he smiles slowly. it looks fucking dangerous. “i know.”

heat pooled further between your thighs.

your core feels sticky and wet. he hooks his fingers at the sides of your pants and pulls them down. you don't resist. he does the same with your underwear. you still don't resist. you just look at him so prettily. so willing and needy. the high loosening any hesitations that you had left.

“you're soaked. so fucking pretty, holy shit.” he murmurs.

lando pops his finger between your lips again, getting his fingertip wet. he trails it down from your chest, all the way down to you belly button. it's cold. it's sticky. it's hot. his thumb presses lightly on your clit. you whine. the pressure is not enough to feel proper relief. just enough to show you that he can touch you. that he is touching you.

your hands roam all over him. clumsy but exploring. he covers your hand with his own. you let him guide your hands. he shifts your hands to the waistband of his boxers peeking through his pants.

fuck, he's hard. you can see his bulge through his pants. so fucking hard. so thick. you look at him, as if you're asking for permission. permission to feel his cock. permission to make him feel good.

he places a kiss on your forehead and quickly pulls down his pants. he grabs your hands and guides them once again. he frees his cock out of his boxers with your willing hands. his hand never leaving the grasp on your own. your hands grab onto his cock immediately. you don't even need to be told what to do.

he groans softly, satisfied. you're so good to him.

he's sitting down, knees spread with you kneeling between his legs. grabbing his cock. looking at him so tenderly. his hips subtly press toward you. he wants his girl to make him feel good.

"i might need more from your hands.”

you blinked. hesitant, shy. your gaze is fixed on his leaking cock. “...what do you mean?”

“you know...i want you to touch me. softly. how about you let me show you how to be good for me?" he sounds playful. almost mean.

and under all this gentle coaxing, his praise and that daze you're in. you just let him show you.

his hand grasps yours again. he guides you to wrap your hands around his cock, slow and careful. he spits on his own cock. it feels messy. you don't complain. he looks so fucking good. jaw clenched, pupils dark. he grabs your hand and slides it up and down his cock. slowly, softly. it feels easier to follow him than to decide. easier to just let him take control.

his head leans back. you can see the veins in his thick neck. he looks strong. he keeps using your hand to jack himself off, the pace quickening a bit. you tighten your grip and he groans. he didn't expect you to be such a quick learner. with his other hand, he plays with your hair. he's mumbling praise as he keeps moving your own hand up and down his thick leaking cock.

"fuck, baby. your mouth please? just some kisses, i promise. come on, be good for me."

you don't hesitate. you don't even think. you keep your grip tight on lando's cock as he keeps jacking off with your hand. you lean forward and place little shy kisses on the head of his cock. it feels good. it feels somehow cute. you lean forward again and leave little kitten licks, this time. you look up at him for some kind of approval, some guidance.

"just like that, fuck yes. such a good fucking girl for me."

the praise encourages you further.

you swirl your tongue all over his cockhead, making a wet mess all over his cock. lando keeps using your hands to jack off. he's fucking into your hands, little whines escaping his throat. he sounds so good. he looks so fucking good. you feel consumed by him. you part your lips and take his cockhead in your mouth, sucking on it. it tastes salty, precum is leaking. you keep sucking onto the tip. you're driving him insane.

your mouth is so wet, so warm.

his tip is just so sensitive from everything he has been coaxing out of you. lando mumbles something you don't really register. he shifts his hands from over your own to your head. he's pushing your head down. he's pushing you down to take much further than just the tip. he's pushing you down to give him much more than just kisses. you don't resist. you try your best to relax your throat and let him use you.

he's a moaning mess. pushing you down, hips fucking up into your mouth. little whimpers each time his cockhead hits the back of your throat. he's in fucking heaven. he's in heaven because you're so good for him. and fuck, does that feel amazing.

"just like that, fuck. you're doing so so well. you're fucking made for this shit."

you moan around his cock.

his words are so mean. but feel so fucking good. your cunt is dripping. you need more of him. you need him to stretch your cunt out the same way he's stretching your throat. wet disgusting sounds fill the room. you're both still so high. the pleasure, the smoke. it's overwhelming.

he's still fucking into your throat. tears fall down your pretty face. he pulls you off his cock by your hair. lando tilts your head up so he can look at you. properly look at you. you're so pretty. face all red, eyes so teary. lips so swollen. a ruined mess. his ruined mess. and you're just smiling at him. driving him fucking insane.

"lannn, more."

you words sound incoherent.

"more what, baby? more weed? more cock? i'll give you anything." what a cocky little shit.

you don't answer.

you get up from your knees. you push him down from his shoulders so he's laying back onto the bed. you straddle him. he just leans back and looks at you, curious to what you're gonna do next.

you're impatient.

you grab his cock and guide it to your cunt. you sit on his cock with no warning, feeling the blunt stretch of his thick cock finally inside you. god, it feels fucking perfect. your tight walls hugging his big cock so nicely. his cockhead brushing against your needy little spot. you rock back and forth, little whines escaping you each time his cock drags in and out. your nails are digging into his shoulders. he's not helping you. you're so needy, and he's not helping. lando is so fucking mean.

"so weed turns you into a confident little slut huh? i knew you had it in you, baby. so fucking proud of you."

fuck fuck fuck.

those words go straight to your cunt. and lando notices that, because the way your cunt clenched around his cock almost made him cum right there. you keep rocking back and forth on his cock. trying to get the friction your needy cunt needs, but it's just not enough. you need lando.

"...lan please, do something."

he doesn't move. you lean down and bite on his shoulder. desperate, almost aching. lando looks at you in faux pity. he loves to fuck with you and your pretty little head. loves to push all your buttons.

"what do you need baby? told you... i'll give you anything. just use your big girl words, come on."

"please fuck me. just fuck me hard, please. make me feel good, please lan." you're a babbling mess.

so desperate, not even realising you're begging. pathetic and adorable.

lando doesn't answer.

instead, he grabs your pretty body and shifts positions. he wants you under him. the perfect position to use you and ruin you. he pulls his cock out of your cunt. he does it on purpose. when he pushes back into your cunt in one deep thrust, it wrecks your insides. he's fucking you hard. long deep strokes, letting you feel all of his length. all of his thickness. completely stretching you out on his cock. your slick is covering his length so nicely. your cunt just feeling every ridge, every vein of lando's cock. he's railing you. mercilessly. giving you exactly what you asked for.

one hand around your throat, making you feel even more floaty. the other hand pinning your body down, making you feel so weak and small. and still just fucking into you. rutting into you. his cockhead bruising your needy little spot. you're close. so fucking close. he tightens his grip on your neck. you tighten the grip on his cock. he fucking smirks. he squeezes your neck a bit harder, just to feel you clench around his cock. it's all so much, it's too much. your breath is ragged. your head is still all so floaty. his cock is drilling inside you. and you just fucking break. warmth rushes from your core to the rest of your body. your eyes shut, hands grasp tightly on lando. you're cumming so hard. you never felt it like this. so deep, so intense. lando lightens his grip around your throat, holding you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"such a good girl, so proud of you. feels good when you listen to me, hm?"

fuck. you're so sensitive. you feel him everywhere. cock thick inside you still railing your sensitive cunt. hands roaming all over you. mouth latching onto your collarbones. he spreads your legs wider and fucks deeper into you. long, deep strokes. he's groaning, whining. whimpering. until he finally spills all his cum inside you. he paints your insides with ribbons of cum, making you feel so full and just so complete.

your breathing is all so uneven, thoughts so scattered. only thing you can process is his his warm cum dripping down from your cunt to your legs. it feels good. everything feels distant, and intense. but still, all so fucking good.

you don’t think about anything else. he collapses near you. he looks at you, warm and soft. his arms wrap around you, pressing kisses to your temple.

“all okay?” he asks quietly. sincerely.

“yes.” you whisper. instantly.

“good. because i'm not done with you yet.”

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© liafics

Sex Chocolate! 

Drivers Included: Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Carlos Sainz and Franco Colapinto.

Lando Norris:

He didn’t believe you.

“Swear down,” he laughed, turning the heart-shaped piece of chocolate over in his fingers. “It’s just a stupid TikTok sex trend.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Fine. Don’t take it. But I hope you can handle being edged for three hours when I’m the one who takes it and begs for more.”

That did it.

He popped it in his mouth with a smug little chew. “Tastes like a Cadbury. Bit of mint. Not bad.”

It hit twelve minutes later.

One second he was giggling through a movie with his legs draped over yours on the couch.

The next?

He was straddling your thighs on the living room rug, shirt off, pupils huge, hips grinding down against your clothed core as he moaned—actually moaned—into your neck.

“I feel,” he breathed, pulling his mouth away from your collarbone, “so fucking horny I could die.”

You were still laughing when he ripped your top clean in half.

“Lando—!”

“No, no, no,” he whined. “Need it. Right now. I don’t care. Gimme.”

He dragged your panties down with his teeth.

This Lando? This was feral.