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And when you did eventually mate, and the realization dawned that he no longer had to keep his heart caged, the love for you spilled out of him uncontrollably. His hands were eager to explore every inch of your being, lips trailing soft kisses all over your skin, as if etching the memory into his mind. So within the initial days after the blissful mating, both of you preferred to seek privacy, never leaving your home to enjoy the newfound connection. During these days, Tsu'tey became inseparable from you, clung to you like a second skin, obsessed with the way you were consuming all of his thoughts.

But as the day of reemerging into the public eye arrived, you suddenly felt intimidated by the idea of getting attention from the clan. Having already inherent innate insecurity, being openly with the chief added a new layer of complexity. After all, he was highly respected within the clan, and the standards for his chosen mate were high, casting a shadow of heavy expectation upon you. And as you returned to your communal duties now together, you attempted to make yourself small next to him, hoping that shrinking in his presence will keep you hidden from the eyes of the others. But his scent lingering on your skin announced the news of your mating loudly. You were naive to think that keeping a distance with Tsu’tey in public and minimizing the touches could be enough. 

And while it was unfortunate that it didn’t work, what was worse was that it breathed a wave of insecurity into Tsu’tey. That perhaps, you didn't feel about him as strongly as he felt about you. At first, he tried to write it off to your reserved nature, thinking that you were probably just getting used to his affections, but the more you flinched whenever he tried to reach you, the more worrisome he grew.

As you sat together during the communal dinner, you were anxious, feeling as if you were being watched at all times.

“Yawne, you look… stressed,” Tsu’tey made an observation, reaching for your hand, which you instinctively pulled away from his grasp.

The surge of overwhelming emotions within Tsu'tey turned from pure desire and love to a perplexing mixture of confusion and pain. Even this slightest withdrawal in your response caused his heart to clench, piercing amber eyes searched for the reason behind your hesitance.

“Yawne?” he glared down at your hand now tucked between your thighs, as if trying to shield it from his own hand finding yours, “Are you ashamed of being with me?”

“No, of course I am not ashamed,” you shook your head firmly, surprise flickering in your eyes, “Why would I ever be ashamed of being with you?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Tsu’tey’s frown mirrored your own, as if it was a puzzle both of you desperately needed to solve, “Why do you pull away when I try to touch you?”

You shrank under his gaze, ears lowering in defeat or perhaps embarrassment, preparing for a vulnerable confession. Cautiously, you scanned the surrounding crowd to ensure no one was listening in. Tsu’tey reached for you once more, resting his hands over your shoulders, as if trying to snap you back into the conversation.

“It’s just… I don’t want to draw attention to us,” you bit your lip, wishing that you could take words back, “I know that everyone already thinks you are too good for me, so I don’t want to remind them of that.”

His expression softened, hands moving from your shoulders to gently cup your face.

“That is not true, no one thinks that,” his tone was serious, trying to convince you that he meant every single word he uttered, “And it shouldn’t matter, yawne. When it comes to you, I cannot hide my feelings. I have yearned for the moment to hold you and touch you ever since my eyes first laid on you. Please do not deny me that, yes?”

You nodded weakly, ears flattening against your skull in a mixture of embarrassment and flattery. Tsu’tey barely spoke more than a few words, especially when it came to his feelings. But he just wasn’t used to it, if he could, he would have screamed at the top of his lungs about how much he loved you. A mischievous smile then curved upon his lips as his mind raced with an idea to convey his affection to you openly, even without the need for spoken words.

A loud yelp escaped your lips, slicing through the air, as Tsu'tey unexpectedly scooped you up the ground and stood up, throwing you over his shoulder. It was so sudden, that your face almost collided with his back, and you had to frantically cling to his body to grip onto him. Your legs dangled helplessly in the air, desperately searching for the solid ground that had become too far away.

“Tsu’tey! Put me down!” you hissed angrily, swatting at his back, but he only chuckled.

The gesture, of course, drew the attention of the whole clan, and curious gazes fixated upon the scene unfolding before them. Annoyed by the unexpected display, you swatted at Tsu'tey again in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp. But instead of releasing you, he turned around dramatically and spoke loudly.

“Everyone, my beautiful mate and I will leave the dinner earlier tonight,” he announced, still holding you tightly, his hands gripping onto your thighs, “Please enjoy the rest of the evening without our presence.”

You could have sworn in that moment that you were probably turning purple from all of the embarrassment. Your heart raced, adrenaline rushing through your body, as Tsu’tey began to walk through the crowd with a snicker. Yet despite your expectations, there was no judgment in the looks you were receiving from the clan members. Still hanging upside down over his shoulder, you could see them only chuckling and nodding with smiles at the sight of Tsu’tey, always cold and unemotional, finally letting himself relax with his mate.

“Tsu’tey! Everyone’s staring,” you whispered shyly, as he continued to walk, carrying you effortlessly. 

“Let them stare,” he chuckled weakly, delivering a soft smack to your bottom, making you gasp in shock, “They need to see the pure joy you bring into my life.” You bit your lip in amusement, his words were clearly aligning with the reactions you were getting. Tsu'tey's carefree demeanor and the accepting murmurs of your clan members reassured you that your bond was something to celebrate, not hide.

you did not believe his obvious lie, squinting your eyes and pursing your lips at him in an attempt to convince him to tell you the truth. your nerd of a boyfriend loved playing video games, so you assumed that’s what he was doing right before you made your presence evident.

the suspicious part was his rush in shutting down his monitor, as well as the slight flush of his face and his fidgety pupils.

“y–yes.”

god, he was so cute, so obviously affected by your words and actions. theodore was avoiding your piercing eyes, even going as far as pushing his gaming chair away from you to stand his ground.

too bad his desk stopped his escape only after traversing a few inches.

“teddy, you know i don’t like liars.”

you were teasing him, feigning faux disappointment, as you closed in like a predator on its prey. you leaned forward and gripped the armrests with your hands, successfully caging a blushing and twitching theodore in his gaming chair.

“i–i know, amore…”

his voice was low and whispery, on the verge of giving up his strange scheme and giving in to your inquiries.

his adorable stutter, a clear sign of how weak he was for you, made you smirk for a moment; but you soon hid the smile, keeping that annoyed façade for the rest of the interrogation.

his eyes, previously glued to anything else but you, were enchanted by the close proximity and moved on their own, now staring at your gorgeous face.

that gorgeous face of yours he adores.

“then?” and you didn’t say anything else, only lowered your face closer to his as you arched your eyebrow.

waiting for theodore to reveal the truth.

theo swallowed hard. his adam’s apple bobbed, glasses slipping further down as he tried and failed to make himself small in the chair. you were too close; your breath ghosting against his cheek, your scent doing dangerous things to his poor brain.

he whimpered. whimpered.

“i–i wasn’t doing anything bad, promise.” he said, eyes flickering between your still puckered lips and the exposed skin of your throat.

“i was just–… just–” he scrunched his eyes shut like that might save him from you. “just playing monster hunter…”

you arched your brow more, cocking your head at him.

that wasn’t it.

“is that supposed to be the part that embarrasses you, teddy? you play that all the time.”

“no!” he burst, voice cracking slightly. “no, i mean— yes, i was playing that! but that’s not why i shut the screen… i just–" his hands came up, defensively, waving in front of him like he could shield himself from your teasing.

“it’s because i–i spent the last hour trying to make the character look like you.”

your silence nearly killed him.

“i mean– you’re just really pretty, and i thought it would be cool to, like,… have you there? in the game? fighting monsters with me?” he tucked his chin down, cheeks now a dangerous crimson, voice shrinking to a whisper. “she even has your hair. i… spent ages getting it right.”

you stared at him, then reached out one hand and tilted his chin up with your fingers. his glasses were now seated on the tip of his nose, letting you see those eyes full of adoration.

“you made a hunter version of me?” you asked, amused warmth curling into your tone.

he nodded frantically yet carefully, making sure not to kick away the hand you had on his jaw. you could see the way he was relaxing into your touch now that he registered the positive undertones in your voice.

“she’s got the dual blades. and— and she’s wearing the cool armor from the nargacuga alpha set because you’d look so badass in it. i gave her your eye shape and color and— i named her after you, too. i just– i didn’t want you to see because it’s still not finished.”

he went on and on about the customization he did on your character, enumerating names of weapons and armors you had no clue about. but the glimmer in his gaze and the passion on his lips told you enough about his work.

theodore nott loves you so much, and he has his… special ways of showing that.

“theo…” your smile cracked through that fake annoyed expression, your little play now abolished due to theo’s strong infatuation for you. 

he looked up at you like a kicked puppy, lips parted, pupils wide. “please don’t be mad. i just… i really, really like you. and i want to fight monsters with you.”

instead of replying to him, you only dipped your head lower and placed a small peck on his lips.

it was short, but so so sweet, your fruity lip balm making theo’s hands jump from their initial place and cup your face lovingly. he chased your lips, wishing to taste them again, but you turned away from his face.

only to plop down in his lap unannounced and make him let out a small whine. again.

“can you show her to me?”

theo made another noise, like a squeaky hinge, halfway between a gasp and a protest. his hand, now reaching behind your back to steady your body in his lap, made your chest press nicely against his.

it was all too much for his poor heart. it took him a few seconds to answer back.

“y–you wanna see her?”

you nodded, already reaching for the mouse before he could stop you. “well, yeah. you spent all that time making her look like me, didn’t you?” you turned back to look at him, voice dropping into a sultry tone.

“what, is she naked or something, baby?”

“n–no!” he squeaked fast, flushing deeper, like the word alone was too much. “it’s not– i wouldn’t– she’s just… she doesn’t look exactly right yet.”

you clicked open the monitor, using the button theo pressed previously. the screen came to life with a flickering light, some undistinguishable roars echoing from theo’s headset, but your attention was immediately captured by the figure standing confidently on the screen.

your hunter character.

she was decked in jet-black armor, twin blades sheathed at her hips. you turned her around using the mouse, but the controls were unknown to you, so the character didn’t do much else under your command.

theo’s hand — bigger than yours — covered your hand over the mouse and gently guided you to zoomed in on the face to see his work.

oh, he definitely did his best. her hair was identical to yours, somehow matching the cut you had. the face features were also no doubt shaped after your own, looking extremely beautiful under the dim light of the customization menu. 

but when you zoomed back out, something was a little off.

you leaned back into theo’s neck, letting your breath fan across his naked skin and making goosebumps raise all over. even such mere gestures made blood shoot to his cock, the tame bulge of his sweats swelling with need.

he was putty for you.

“she’s cute.” you said softly, scrolling to rotate the full-body model. “but you didn’t get the body right.”

theo tensed beneath you; you hit the nail on the head. “i–i tried to–…”

“my chest is definitely not that size. and my thighs are– well, they don’t look like that.”

“i messed it up! the sliders were really confusing–” theo gasped, ashamed of his incomplete creation, afraid he might have insulted you.

“you want to get it right?”

you turned to look at him, expression amused, but voice soft. he nodded instantly, like he was being thankful for your merciful offer.

“i want her to look just like you. perfect. i mean– you’re already perfect.”

you grinned, slow and sly, and took his free hand in yours.

“then let me help you.” you guided his trembling hand up, gently placing it along the curve of your boob. theo’s breath stuttered audibly, thighs stiffening below you.

“you need to feel the dimensions, make sure it’s accurate.”

theodore let out a broken, needy little sound that he tried very hard — and failed — to conceal.

“i… i want it to be perfect.” he repeated again, his thumb twitching slightly near your nipple, eager to press down on it through your shirt, yet also too embarrassed to be selfish with your body. “for you.”

“yes, baby, do it for me.”

theo whimpered as you pushed your chest firmer into his palm, his long fingers twitching over the swell of your breast. he squeezed gently, like he always does; so careful, so attentive to your reaction and pleasure.

his cheeks were on fire, lips parted as though even the act of breathing was too much.

"you're s–so soft…" he murmured like he wasn’t even aware the words had slipped out, fully entranced by your tits. "so much softer than the affordances in the game…"

you giggled against his ear, grinding just a little in his lap to fuel his movements. his hips bucked up involuntarily, the outline of his cock thick and aching under the thin fabric of his sweatpants. you rolled your hips again — slow and steady — your clothed pussy brushing along the hard bulge pressing against you.

theo let out another broken moan, low and desperate.

“you can press harder, baby.” you whispered into his ear, your lips grazing the blushing shell. “don’t you wanna get the sliders just right?”

a throaty sound escaped him — somewhere between a moan and a plea. his other hand moved away from the mouse and came up, hesitant and trembling, cupping your other breast like he was holding something fragile.

his fingers flexed. squeezed.

his hips jerked again, so needy and uncontrolled.

“god, i–i love them.” he confessed suddenly, breath hot and broken. “i think about them all the time, i can’t help it.”

you rocked your hips again, smirking into his flushed neck, loving the messy state theodore was in.

“i know you do, teddy. i can feel how much you love my tits.”

and oh, he really couldn’t take it. his mouth dropped open, breath hitching with every rut of your hips and every sinful press of his fingers. his cock throbbed under you, painfully hard and barely constrained in his sweats.

you nipped at his ear. “want to feel them better, baby?”

his answer was a strangled whine and a harsh squeeze of your breasts. theodore was so eager to feel your bare boobs beneath the pad of his fingers.

your fingers curled around the hem of your — his — shirt, slow and teasing. theo’s eyes were glued to your chest like it contained the secrets of the universe. he even readjusted his glasses, pushing them to their initial place with a flick of his middle finger.

and when you lifted your shirt over your head, baring yourself completely for him, he made a sound so high and broken it barely qualified as human.

“oh–” he gasped, glasses fogging slightly as he instinctively leaned forward. his hands hovered, unsure, trembling with restraint.

you were his girlfriend, yes, but you were also the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on.

he couldn’t just put his hands on–

“you can touch, theo.” your voice was a murmur, low and encouraging, as you guided his palms up. “i want you to.”

that’s all it took.

the moment his hands met your bare skin, theo melted.

his fingers spread wide, cupping both of your breasts with a kind of quiet admiration, his thumbs brushing lightly over your hardening nipples. he shuddered, mouth falling open, like he could feel every heartbeat through his palms.

“you’re… you’re perfect.” he whispered. his thumbs moved in slow circles, respectful and delicate, and when he dared to squeeze a little harder — when he felt the way your nipples stiffened completely under his touch… he groaned.

“i c-can’t believe you’re mine — fuck, i think i’m gonna cum.”

your laugh was soft, breathless. “not yet, baby. i need you to focus. don’t you wanna make her really accurate?”

theo whimpered and nodded, swallowing hard as he leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss to the swell of your breast.

“i’ll get everything right, amore.” he promised into your skin, looking up at you from beneath his glasses, flashing you the prettiest puppy eyes. “every… every single detail…”

when his tongue darted out, wetting your nipple, you moaned softly. and theo responded like you’d just awarded him with divine blessings: both hands massaged your tits more eagerly now, careful but undeniably hungry, and his lips latched onto your nipples with newfound confidence.

“just like that, teddy.” you murmured, threading your fingers through his messy curls. “that’s how you learn…”

his glasses slipped a little more as he suckled and kneaded, completely overwhelmed and absolutely dedicated to your chest.

he was a goner.

and you kept grinding — slow and teasing — against the thick bulge in theo’s lap, feeling how stiff he was beneath his sweats. how every careful thrust of your hips made his hands twitch on your tits, made his lips stutter against your skin.

his mouth was wet and hot and needy, worshipping every inch of your chest like he’d been dreaming of this moment for years — he was always like that. and you loved it.

you loved your sweet, nerdy teddy with his shaky hands and a soaked spot darkening the front of his grey sweatpants.

“a–amore.” he whined, words muffled against your breast, his voice vibrating against your sternum. “please, i c–can’t–”

“shhh.” you cooed, stroking your fingers down his flushed neck. “you’re doing so well, baby. don’t stop.”

you rolled your hips again, harder this time, your clothed pussy dragging firm and slow over his cock. theo’s whole body jolted — he even bit down on your nipple by accident, making you gasp in pleasure — and then he whimpered, low and so so desperate.

“feels so good.” he choked out, blinking rapidly behind foggy lenses. “i–i love it when you use me like this.”

“you love letting me ride you like this, teddy?” you asked, brushing your lips against his jaw, feeling the way his hips trembled under yours. “love letting me hump your cock until you can’t take it anymore?”

he nodded helplessly, his curls damp against his forehead, glasses slipping lower with each rock of your hips. “yes, yes, please. i–i wanna be your good boy, even like this, i–”

you pressed your body closer, your tits soft against his cheeks, lips brushing his ear as you grind down harder.

“you’re gonna cum for me like this, baby. just from my pussy rubbing on your cock. gonna soak your pants for me, right?”

“oh fuck.” theo gasped, hips jutting up into you uncontrollably. his head dropped back against the chair, headphones crashing down onto the floor. his mouth was parted in a perfect circle as his fingers clenched at your ribcage. “i–i’m gonna–”

“do it, teddy.” you whispered against his ear. “cum for me.”

and theo did — with a broken, strangled moan, back arching slightly, body going limp beneath you. you felt the heat of his release immediately, the sudden dampness rushing through his sweats as he came hard in his pants, his thighs trembling and his fingers clawing helplessly at your torso.

his glasses slipped clean off his nose, caught only by the swell of your cleavage.

“oh my god.” he breathed, flushed and panting and wrecked. “i–i came in my pants. i’m–”

you kissed his cheek, sweet and warm. “i know, baby. it was so hot.”

he melted, burying his face in your chest again, still gently stroking your tits like they were the only things keeping him grounded.

“i’ll… i’ll clean it up.” he whispered bashfully, voice muffled against your skin. “just– gimme a minute. i think i died.”

you laughed softly, threading your fingers through his curls, carefully placing his glasses on top of his head. “you did perfect, teddy.”

he just nodded, breathless and dazed. and completely in love.

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You didn’t know when it started.

The lingering stares. The subtle shifts in his voice when he said your name. The way Choi Mujin, the most powerful and feared man in the criminal underworld, looked at you like you were something fragile in a world made of knives.

You were no one special — at least that’s what you used to believe. Just another soldier in the organization, climbing ranks through grit and silence. But to him, you were different. You were his.

Even if he never said it outright.

You first caught his attention during a job gone wrong. Blood, chaos, and betrayal — all familiar things. But you had stood your ground, eyes steady, hands shaking only once it was over. You hadn’t cried. You hadn’t begged. You had survived. Mujin liked survivors.

But then his interest became something more.

He started assigning you easier missions — ones where you wouldn’t risk your life. You confronted him once.

“I don’t need protection,” you snapped.

His dark eyes flickered, something dangerous underneath. “You do when you're mine.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that.

Over time, his control tightened, not just as your boss — but as a shadow that followed you, quietly watching, intervening when you didn’t even know you were in danger.

Once, a rival gang planted a car bomb under your vehicle. Mujin found out before you even turned the key. He dragged you out, held your face in his bloodied hands, and snarled like an animal.

“I’ll kill every last one of them,” he whispered. “They thought they could touch what’s mine.”

You should’ve been afraid. But instead, your heart beat painfully fast. Not from fear — but from the way he said it, like your name was carved into his bones.

Mujin never admitted it, but the obsession was clear. He watched you like a storm on the horizon — all fury barely held back.

Even the coldest man had a weakness. You were his.

Once, you were kidnapped. It didn’t take long — an ambush, a needle in your neck, and everything went black.

When you woke, Mujin was there. His knuckles raw, shirt soaked in blood that wasn’t his, eyes wild with something deeper than rage. He had burned the warehouse to the ground to get to you. Left no one alive.

He untied you with shaking hands. Not from adrenaline — but from fear.

“I almost lost you,” he said, voice cracking. “You don’t understand. If something happens to you… I lose everything.”

You touched his face gently. “Why me, Mujin?”

His answer was simple.

“Because you made me feel human again.”

From that night on, he never left you alone.

You weren’t allowed on dangerous missions anymore. He bought you an apartment on the top floor of one of his towers, with security that rivaled national leaders. You fought him, screamed even, but deep down… you didn’t hate it.

Because even though his love was twisted, violent, and obsessive — it was also pure.

And in the end, when the entire world turned against him, he would choose you.

Over power.

Over revenge.

Over everything.

Because Choi Mujin may have ruled with blood and fear — but when it came to you?

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"It's now, officially 9:30 pm." You turned your lock screen to the camera so they could see the digital watch. "I have to go feed the man hogging my bed." You rolled back in your chair to stand up.

"It's not hogging it if you're not using it." Lando argued, rolling on his back, watching you adjust your pants and brush your hoodie ( his, it's his hoodie you little thief ) into shape.

He hugged a pillow, watching you stick your tongue out at him as you walked out the room to the kitchen. Lando rolled back on his stomach, waving hi to the stream.

He looked at the door for a few minutes before getting up and sitting where you would. He bit his lips in excitement as he rocked qcloser to the monitors. "You guys wanna see pictures I have of Y/N?"

You walked back in the room only to find Lando sitting criss-cross, explaining stories from your shared adventures. You stood behind him, quietly eating through the nuggets and fries you were able to get together.

"And this one is from whe— excuse me." Lando was holding the photo for the camera, only to hide it when he noticed your presence. His eyes lit up seeing the plate of fried goods in your hands. The brit quickly opened his mouth, expecting you to feed him like you usually did.

He leaned forward to take a bite only for you to pull the nugget at the last second. Lando frowned up at you, while you chewed and checked on the speed chat. "I spoil you to much." You chuckling quietly. "Give me one!" "Say the magic word." "Y/N, I'm not four! I'm a grown man. Give me one." He whined.

You pulled your plate out of his reach when he tried to steal. Moving back only for him to turn and reach, ultimately falling back with the chair. You watched as Lando laid on the floor, accepting the embarrassing moment forever on the internet. "Just give me one, Y/N . . . please?"

He bit your fingers ( on purpose ) when you fed him. "Payback." He wigged his eyebrows to the camera as you sat on his lap to continue the stream. He sat quietly for the next half hour resting his chin on your shoulder, sneaking kisses on your jaw, cheek or neck.

Only when the clock struck 10:30 did Lando started to get more need and clingy. You had to end the stream because he wanted to take a shower but didn't want to let go of you.

He watched you in the bathroom mirror as you undressed, gently nuzzling in your neck from behind. "Lan, hun." "Hmm?" "You have to take off your pants. Don't shower with them on." "Mmmm . . . you take them off."

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning around his arms and unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his pants. "Baby. I'm in love with a baby." You teased-scolded, striping him naked. Lando only, tilted you chin up for a kiss.

A rough passionate kiss. He tried to push you back flush against the wall, his hands finding the skin of your hips with a desperate grip. He could feel the amused chuckle that slipped against his lips along with your fingers delicately trailing down his back and torso. Your hand eventually found his ass with a firm squeeze.

You felt him yelp and flinch against your touch. "Are we going to behave? You're not going to give me a hard time, right?" Lando stuttered a yes as you pushed him in the shower.

With the warm water running down his body, Lando squeezed his eyes shut while you warmed up up. Kisses and hickies marked his body with you pressing him into the wall and your hands re-exploring the skin of his flesh. "I wanna, Y/N." He whined feeling your hand trail closer to his crotch only to pull away last second.

"Be a good boy and stay still." You patted his chest gently, admiring the mess of purplish shapes covering his perfect skin. Lando sucked in a breath. The way you got down on your knees and took him in your mouth pulled an instant grunt from his lips.

Lando was quick to find ypur hair and attept to push you further down. He was only met with a spank to his ass, a jolt running up his spine. "You don't wanna get punished again, do you? I don't think your ass can handle another whip." Lando was quick to shake his hear and pull his hands away from you.

His breath cought in his throat once more witha broken moan upon feeling your lips wrap around him again. He knew the drill, stasstill and be vocal. It took everything in him to hold back the occasional back arching or involuntary thrust. He felt his body and heels grow warm, his back slumping and hand gripping onto the shower bar.

"L-love. I'm so close. S'close." He begged gripping his hair in frustration as his orgasm started to build up and up. You enjoyed this, looking up at him through your lashes. Lando was wrapped around your finger, moans falling from his mouth like a stream of waterfalls.

"No no, I want to cum." He whined feeling the cool air and warm water where your mouth should be. "Y/N stop teasing." He pleased, jolting with a gasp feeling you lick up his length slowly. "Oh— oh— I—I'm so close, my love." "Magic word?" "Fuck no. I'm a man." You laughed quietly shaking your head.

With one swift move, you and Lando were on the floor. With you ontop, Lando could only gasp and moan as you rode him. With his hands pinned above his head and body being littered with love bites and nibbles. "I've never seen a man so submissive. So weak. So marked and whiney. Are you man?" Lando shook his head quickly stuttering a no.

"Then what are you? A slut? You look like it to me. More like a pet. A needy puppy." "Y—your slut. Your dog." You giggled at his confession, pressing soft kisses to his jaw despite the rough pace. "Oh? You're being such a good boy right now? You want a reward? You want a treat?" You watched as he hugged your waist with desperate nods, his hips stuttering up to meet yours.

"You're going to have to ask nicely. Show me you can be good." "I'm so close . . . Please. Please let me cum. Please, mommy." You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "I've been bad I know. I'll make it up to you I promise. Please please." You could see his chest rise up and down quicker and his voice grow thinner in pitch.

"I'm so close, please please." Lando begged, little nails digging in your hips. "Wait a little more like a good boy." "I said please." He whined arching his chest up in yours, legs squirming as he mustered all his strength to hold back.

"You're not wearing a condom so wait." "Please, Y/N."

This went on for a few more moments before you reached your orgasm and pulling out. And on command, Lando was quick to succumb to his release as well. Deep breaths swelling in his chest as he calmed down slowly in your arms.

His whimpers and moans filled the hotel room as he gripped the sheets tightly to the point his knuckles turned white, Oscar clenched his eyes shut in attempt to comfort himself. His knees where bent with elbows propped up to support his upper body.

You could feel Oscar flinch and squirm, breathy moanes and pleads slipping from his mouth as you continued to suck him off, drawing him to his next orgasm. As to how much times you've already made him reach his peak, you've lost count after six, and at this point he was cumming dry.

You push his hips down each time he involuntarily bucked up into your mouth, stroking his thigh to offer him a sense of comfort through his torture.

"Y/N." He whined, voice high pitch as he bit his lip, heaving as he reached yet another dry orgasm. Pained moans trickling down his lips as his legs shook, attempting to pull away.

You held him back from his aggressively pulsing dick, a cute whimper falling from his mouth as he fell back on his shoulders, legs visibly shaking. "Please, Y/N." Oscar felt himself flinch and twitch as you traced your finger over his anger red tip.

You chuckled as you climbed on your younger boyfriend's lap, giving him a break as you pressed soft kisses to his bare chest and neck. He held onto your hips as you licked his tears away, breath steadying as you kissed the tender skin under his jaw and his cheek.

You laid on top of him whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck. A few moments later, he turned you over with him on top, bending his knees to support himself as he aligned to you.

"Oscar?" "Your turn." He mumbled in your neck, gently pushing himself in. A moan escaped your mouth as a silent cry escaped his. "Fuck." You loved having him overestimed, but not to this extent.

"It's okay." You bent your knees up, putting them between his hips and yours to stop his thrusts. "Your turn." He insisted making you chuckle. Oscar leaned his body up on his hands looking down at you.

"Awh. Oscar, baby." You pouted stroking his tear stained cheek with your thumb gently. He closed his eyes as you licked his tears away. "No no no." He begged, falling into you as you gently pushed him out. "Y/N!" He begged in your neck as another orgasm hit him pulling screams and cries from his mouth.

"Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." You whispered in his ear, stroking his hair gently as you pressed kisses to his cheek, patting his shoulder as he sobbed his climax out. "Let's go take a shower?" You suggest crawling from under him and pulling his vibrating body to sit up. You cupped his cheeks kissing his tears away before pulling him in a soft hug.

"Come on." You held his hands as you pulled him up to his feet. He didn't even make it past the second step before his legs gave out and you had to catch him. "This feels hamulating." he sighed shakily as you helped him into the bath tub. "It's not though."

You kissed his cheek before turning on warm water. You scrubbed his hair and body gently with soap and shampoo, avoiding his sensitive dick. He leaned onto you as you washed his back, a few calm hums vibrating in his throat. "Oscar, love. Don't fall asleep just yet." You rubbed his back as you turned the water of.

His arms and hands lingered on your body, eyes following you longingly as you got up to get a towel. Oscar enjoyed your touch as you dried his body and hair, holding your hand as you walked him back to bed.

He wrapped his arms around you immediately and cuddled his body into yours. "I love you." He mumbled into your neck while you stroked his hair softly. "I love you more." You kissed his cheek. But by now, he had already passed out, soft breaths hitting your neck as he escaped to dream land.

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"Were you two fighting last night?" Lando asked at breakfast the next day making you and Oscar pause through your meal like dears caught in headlights.

"Are you guys going to break up?" His jaw dropped looking between the two of you. "No no no." You denied quickly shaking your heads. "Then what was the crying I was hearing— oh— OH."

The truth dawned on his as he caught a glance of his teammate's shaky legs. ". . . You two are disgusting." He gushed with a mouth full. "I never took you for a bottom." He commented making Oscar nudge him huffing.

"I'm a switch." The Australian defended, folding his arms. You could only chuckle to yourself at the claim which made Oscar quickly glare at you. "What? I didn't say anything." You giggled as you continued to eat your pancakes with a small smile.

"Gross." Lando fake gagged.