He looks good tonight, chestnut hair clear of product, soft and bouncy as it hangs slightly at his forehead. Uniform long discarded and replaced with a simple plaid flannel left open with a snug black tee underneath and wrangler jeans that hugged his ass just right.

Even from your vantage point the boredom is evident across his features as his gaze slowly sweeps the room, eyes finally landing on you. His face lights up, sending a lopsided grin and wink your way as he straightens his posture, puffing his chest out. You roll your eyes but grin despite yourself.

Blondie doesn't notice that his attention is now drawn elsewhere, still prattling on, popping her gum as she speaks but he follows your movements as you slide through the crowd occupying the living room making your way into the kitchen.

It was less cramped, giving you a chance to breathe and look around. Roy would kill him if he saw the current state of his home. Red solo cups litter the counters and old oak dining table, leaving sticky residue and water rings on every surface. There was enough liquor and beer to keep the party going until morning, which you hoped wouldn't be the case this time.

He only did this on the occasion he knew his old man would be out of town for a few days. Gator was a burnout, the glory days of high school and his failed football career were long in the rearview but he still had a few high school buddies that would come around, especially for nights like these bringing with them a younger crowd that you didn't care for.

You mix a stiff drink in the cleanest cup you can find, taking a sip as strong arms snake around your middle, a warm and gentle pressure spreads across your back, his chest expanding with a deep breath before he speaks.

“Hey sugar.” He hums lowly, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear sending goosebumps across your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“Gator,” you reply, tone laced with a feigned cold indifference as his lips meet your skin, planting a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Missed ya, baby.” He murmurs against you, lips still peppering kisses wherever he could reach, fingertips grazing your skin as he moves the loose strands of hair away from your neck.

“Didn't look like it.” You scoff, his movements pausing, met with a scoff in return accompanied with an eye roll you couldn't see as he pulls back to give you an incredulous stare, eyes boring into your profile.

“Don't.” He warns.

“Don't what?” You tilt your head to finally look at him with clueless expression, batting your long lashes.

“Don’t start that bullshit…” He murmurs with a hiss, voice lowering an octave. The grip around your waist loosens as his hand drifts to your hip and tightens harshly. “I can’t pin a sign to my goddamn chest that says “off limits,” ya know?”

“Now, that’s a thought.” Your grin grows, shifting in his grasp so you can face him fully, throwing your arms around his neck, while his grasp on your hips pulls you into him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He replies, eyes rolling once more with a huff. “M’sure you’d like that, huh?” Tongue darting out, wetting his lips, trying to hide a faint smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.

“I would actually.” You hum, eyes dropping to his lips and back up. “At least they’d back off.”

“She would’ve gotten the hint…eventually. Maybe if you’d shown up on time, she wouldn’t have talked to me. Ever think of that, darlin?” He grins wide, proud of his retort.

“Oh, so it’s my fault that blondie was hanging all over you?”

“Hey. I didn’t say that and she was not all over me.” He sighs, not yet exasperated but his frustration is beginning to show. You love pushing his buttons like this.

“Who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t shown up.” You pout, pushing your lower lip out in dramatic fashion.

“Nothin’ and ya know it. Ya want me to confess my undyin’ love for ya right here and right now? Ya know I will.” He threatens with a devious grin.

You don’t have the chance to respond before he's grabbing your hand and yanking you into the living room, stopping short at the bottom of the stairs. Your eyebrows marry with confusion, as he takes a deep breath.

“Hey everyone!” He shouts, but you quickly clamp your hand over his mouth before he can continue. He looks surprised but there’s an amused twinkle to his eyes.

“Stop.” You hiss, looking around to see a few curious onlookers but his loud ass mouth hadn’t made much of a disturbance.

He lifts your hand revealing a wide grin before he laughs, “What? I told ya I would.”

He licks his lips, leaning in and pulling your hips flush to his as you let out a surprised squeak, his forehead resting against yours.

“Better yet,” he lowers his voice, as if the music wouldn’t drown it out, “I don’t have to tell them once they hear how good I'm making ya feel. Hmmm?”

His words send tingles down your spine and sparks immediately flare at your core, your breath catches slightly and he knows he has you. His hand slides down to your ass, griping it possessively, leaning in further to whisper right in your ear.

“Never been the quiet type, huh, darlin? Don’t go quiet on me now.”

He pulls back just enough to see your flushed expression and parted lips but doesn’t allow your body to move from his, letting you feel the semi he’s sporting against your lower stomach with a smirk.

“You’re awfully full of yourself.” You retort, trying to regain some sense of composure but it's too late.

“Baby, ya can't help yourself from screaming my fuckin’ name when I'm inside that tight little pussy and don't act like ya aren't wet right now.”

“Shut up.” You giggle, playfully swatting at his chest, hating that he's right. You were already painfully aware of the growing damp spot in your panties.

“See, there ya go getting all cute and shit.” He says before suddenly pulling away and gripping your legs before you realize what's happening, he’s hoisting you over his shoulder with a small grunt.

“Gator!” You yelp, as his hand comes down across your ass making you squirm. You grip his belt at the back of his pants to steady yourself against him as he turns to head upstairs. Whistles and cheers from down below echo around the room making your cheeks heat with embarrassment.

He laughs, carrying you effortlessly up the stairs. You still your body from any further protests realizing there’s no use in fighting him at this point, taking one last glance back at the crowd, spotting blondie in the corner sulking as you send her a slight wave, wiggling your fingers as you both disappear around the corner.

He takes even, measured steps making his way to his room at the end of the hall, throwing his door open and kicking it shut behind him, quickly ushering you inside and over to his unkempt bed. Your body lands with a bounce as he tosses you rather unceremoniously but not harshly, onto the worn mattress making a soft giggle escape you.

“Jerk.” You say breathlessly, with no real malice as he toes his boots off by the bed, shrugging the flannel from his shoulders then coming to wrap a calloused hand around your ankle to help ease your shoes off just the same, dropping one by one to the floor with small thuds.

“Mhmm. Just a big ole jerk, with a big ole dick.” He murmurs, before he’s crawling onto the bed overtop of you, settling between your parted thighs, caging you in, holding himself up with his elbows. You huff a laugh at his statement, that quickly turns into a low moan when he grinds his hips into yours, his growing bulge sliding deliciously against your clothed core.

“S’that all it takes to render you speechless, darlin?” He hums with a mirth of amusement watching the way your eyelids flutter shut.

A slow smile spreads across your face as you look up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him further into you. His hazel eyes now a mere ring of color outlining his dark, lust blown pupils.

“Thought you were gonna make me scream your name, baby?” You question, grinding your hips back into his for retaliation. He sucks in a sharp breath, hips bucking back of their own accord.

“You play dirty, sweetheart. But don’t worry, we’ve got plenty o’time to make that happen.” He murmurs, leaning in, lips ghosting over yours but pulling away at the last second, causing you to chase after him with a small whine. It was embarrassing how easily he could get you worked up, ready and pliant for his affection.

A smirk splits his face when your eyes find his once more, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he caresses your cheek, leaning in again crashing his lips to yours in a sinful and needy kiss. He tilts your jaw to his liking, deepening the kiss as his tongue slips in, mingling with yours. He tastes of the cheap beer he’d been nursing, a flavor you had grown accustomed to, but something undeniably underneath was all Gator.

It quickly becomes messy and heated when you wrap your arms around his neck, tongues sliding against each other with practiced ease. He finds the hem of your shirt, fingertips meeting your bare skin, brushing against your stomach, drifting past your ribs and stopping at the underside of your breast when he reaches the edge of your bra. Your back arches into his touch giving him all the permission he needs, slipping underneath the lacy fabric. It sends sparks shooting through you as he squeezes your supple flesh, letting his thumb brush over your nipple, immediately causing it to pebble under his touch as you moan into his mouth.

It’s only then that he breaks the kiss, panting, “God I love the sounds you make.” He nips at your lower lip, sucking it softly before letting it go with a soft pop, continually kneading your breast as he grinds his now hard length down against you, catching your clit deliciously through your jeans making your cunt ache all the more.

“Fuck,” he growls, “let me get you out of this.” His hand leaves your breast making you pout the tiniest bit but he makes quick work of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Too impatient, your hands fly to the clasp of your bra to undo it hastily and get rid of the offending garment, tossing it into the floor.

“Fuck me.” He pulls back to look at you spread out beneath him. “Fuckin’ perfect tits.” He huffs, groping and pushing them together, his thumbs finding your already pert nipples. Your back arches when he presses his face between them, tongue darting out to taste you. His focus turns to one nipple lapping and sucking it into his mouth before he lavishes the same attention to the other.

“Gator!” You whine, cradling his head to you. He tries to ignore the way his cock strains painfully against his jeans, begging for attention but when your hips grind up again, it's too hard to ignore.

He groans, pausing his ministrations and laying his forehead to your chest when his length kicks up against his jeans, begging for any sort of relief.

“Christ.” He murmurs between your tits, breath hot against your skin, before he begins trailing kisses down your sternum and lower still. His touch continues down, reaching for the button of your jeans and popping it with practiced ease, slipping skilled fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and finding your wet center.

“Fuckin' knew it.” He rumbles, voice gravely and lust laden, easing back up until hip lips are right by your ear. “Goddamn soaked f’me.”

“Uh huh,” you sigh out, eyes fluttering shut, unable to formulate a snarky comeback when his middle finger sweeps over your clit. You grip his shirt pulling at the hem watching through hooded eyes as he takes the hint, removing his hand briefly from your mound, sitting up and quickly pulling it over head and throwing it somewhere across the room.

You smile up at him, biting your lip when your gaze roams over his exposed skin. His smirk widens as he catches you staring, which only further inflates his ego, flexing his pecs.

He immediately works your zipper the rest of the way down.

“Lift up f’me.” He commands softly, helping ease your jeans and panties down your thighs when you oblige him.

He all but growls staring down at you, finally bare and wanting. He takes a few moments to appreciate the site before him, the already blissed our expression with soft parted lips, kiss bitten and swollen. Your breasts rising and falling with each breath and your pussy… His breath slightly hitches, God, your bare pussy glistening and waiting for his touch or his cock. He'd never get tired of seeing you like this.

Your fingertips move down his stomach, momentarily knocking him from his lust fueled daze, the muscles flexing under your soft touch, nails lightly scratching as they trace down his happy trail.

His hips thrust forward when you palm at his bulge, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, relishing the feel of your touch with a low moan as he squeezes your thigh, pushing your legs further apart.

“Fuck. I need t’be inside that pussy baby.” He hums, eyes meeting yours once more, finger tracing down your slick slit. “Ya need more teasing or—” He doesn’t finish that thought as he parts your sticky lips, dipping his finger into your sweet nectar and circling your puffy clit, watching the way your entrance clenches around nothing, cunt aching with unrelenting need.

“Just want you baby.” You finally manage to rasp out with a gasp, mind beginning to turn hazy from the little pleasure he was allowing.

He curses low at your breathy statement. The sound of his belt clinking open has your eyes snapping open in time to see him pushing his jeans and boxers down his muscular thighs just enough to free his thick cock. It stands at immediate attention, slapping against his lower stomach, a strand of precum connecting the ruddy tip to his skin for a moment. It twitches with a renewed vigor before he’s wrapping his hand around his throbbing member to give himself a modicum amount of relief, stroking slowly, as your hips grind up toward him, pussy weeping, begging to be filled.

He jerks his clothes the rest of the way down, leaning over you to kick them completely off, his motions displaying an internal desperation that matches your own.

Sliding back up the bed, his knee nudges your thigh up, hand quickly wrapping back around his cock. The fat tip ruts in-between your soaked lips, gathering the wetness before bumping your clit. Your hips jerk upward, seeking the relief your body craves.

He notches himself at your entrance, not yet breaching, pausing briefly as if seeking your permission that you eagerly give with a jerky nod.

He enters slowly, his tip carving its way through your tight walls, girthy cock deliciously splitting you open in the best way.

“Goddamn,” he huffs, releasing a shuddering breath. “Always so fuckin' tight.”

You moan in response, as he captures your lips, tongue tangling briefly with yours, swallowing the sound. His length sinks further in, inch by inch, all patience quickly dissolving when your pussy flutters around him, his cock driving deeper with a sudden snap of his hips.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, the sensation of being completely filled overwhelming your senses, his head falls forward burying itself in the crook of your neck, releasing a harsh breath to steel himself. He stays like that for just a moment, telling himself it's for you to adjust, but he feels just as wrecked, cock twitching with anticipation, pent up and ready to explode.

He kisses your neck once, pulling out slowly, letting you feel every single inch leaving just the tip. He lifts his head, looking down at the space between you, his warm hand suddenly pushing your thigh further against the bed, so he can see himself disappear when he pushes just as slowly back in. He smirks at the whine you make, throwing your head back as he splits you open.

He's big and knows it. It doesn't matter how many times you find yourself on your back for him, there was always a subtle burn before it gave way to immense pleasure. You've learned to relish it, the way his cock hits every deep spot that no one else ever could, sometimes feeling him for days long after you've given yourself over to him.

“Goddamn, takin’ me like a good girl.”

And there it is. Words that make your tummy flip, your body keening upward to meet his next thrust. He maintains a slow rhythm, sliding in and out, his eyes locked onto the way your pussy sucks him in a little deeper each time.

You dare to glance at him, hair softly bouncing at his forehead with each unrushed movement of his hips. His eyes are still glued to where the two of you meet as if mesmerized by the sight. Your palm meets his cheek, drawing his attention back to you. You're already blissed out, all soft gazes and flushed cheeks, head fuzzy with nothing but thoughts of the way he makes you feel.

He nods knowingly, the look in your eyes giving him the go ahead to pick up the pace. The grip on your thigh loosens, moving to hike your leg higher around his waist, warmth spreading across your hip to pin you down instead.

Your moans grow louder with the new position, fingernails dragging across his back.

“That's it baby… Let me hear those sweet sounds. Tell me how good this cock makes you feel.” His chest fills with pride knowing he was the one doing this to you.

“Gator!” You cry out when his length drags along the spot that makes you see stars.

“Right there.” He smirks, maintaining the same path in and out of your slick walls.

A switch flips in your brain; it was too much and not enough. Your nails dig into his back, making him hiss, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips, locking your heels at the base of his spine.

He hums, leaning down to lave his tongue hot across your nipple, sucking harshly with the next snap of his hips.

“Harder!” You cry out, finding your voice, making his eyes darken with a newfound desire. He sinks his teeth lightly into your pert nub, before popping off with a wicked grin.

“Fuck, there she is. Unlock your legs baby.” He commands, pausing his movements momentarily, shifting back as you do so, pulling out, making you whine at the loss.

He chuckles at your impatience, gripping under your thighs to push them up toward your chest, leaving him with the perfect view of your pussy open and wanting.

“Look at that pretty little tang. All f’me.” He praises, watching your cunt clench around nothing, your puffy clit aching with need.

“Gat— ahhhh!” The words die on your tongue as spit lands directly on your core, followed by the head of his cock nudging at your clit and back down.

“Keep those legs up baby.” He murmurs, gripping the base of his throbbing cock, feeding it back into your greedy cunt. He's done with the pleasantries, you're both needy and craving release.

He immediately pulls back and starts pounding into you, heavy balls slapping your ass, the sound of skin slapping skin echoes around the room. His large hands keep a firm hold on the back of your thighs, fingers digging so hard into your flesh you know you'll have bruises in the morning.

“Take it— fuckin' take it like a good girl.” He grits out between heavy thrusts. At this angle it feels like he's going to split you in half, he's hitting every nerve ending imaginable, hurdling you incredibly fast toward the precipice.

You cry out, gripping his forearm, eyes closing against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through your veins. He knows you're close, knows your body as well as his own and also knows you need that little extra push.

He releases one thigh, quickly finding your swollen and needy clit, thumb coming down to press tight circles against you. Your free leg jolts against his thigh, the sensation almost too much. He growls hearing your loud, unfiltered moans, past the point of coherent words. He loves seeing you like this, mindless, drunk on pleasure. All because of him.

“Go on, come f’me. Cream this fuckin’ cock.” He urges, your belly tightens and spine tingles, pussy fluttering with your impending high. He angles upward, his next push sending you over the edge when he hits that place that has those fireworks burst behind your eyelids.

It's an implosion, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy washing over you at full force. Your pussy clenches around him, pulsing over and over, ripping a pornographic cry from your chest.

“Jesus… fuck…” He hisses, trying but failing to keep him composure, as his balls tighten. A few more sloppy thrusts and he's spilling inside you. Thick, hot ropes of his sticky spend coat your insides, your pussy milking every last drop.

He collapses forward onto your chest, pressing you into the mattress, dick still twitching inside you. “Holy shit…” He pants heavily, body slick with sweat, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You manage to murmur a low hum of agreement, your body boneless and exhausted.

“Did I break you?” He chuckles breathlessly, gently kissing your neck making you squirm.

“I don’t know yet.” You giggle, then hiss as he pulls his softening cock from your sensitive cunt.

“M’sorry,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, lying beside you. “Ya sure you’re okay?” He adds teasingly, knowing damn well he just fucked you senseless, his fingertips ghosting over your mound, dangerously close to your core causing you to shudder, now oversensitive and hyperaware of every little touch.

“See? Broke.” He chuckles once more at your reaction. Leaning down to kiss your collarbone, he whispers, “Ya look fuckin’ beautiful like this, ya know that?” His fingertips continue to trace slowly over your exposed body causing an eruption of goosebumps.

“Mmmm, I love you.” You hum out, curling into him, giving him those soft doe eyes he can’t resist.

His heart soars, as he cups your cheek tenderly. “Love you too, baby. Fuckin’ hell.” His lips move to kiss your forehead. “You’re wrecked though.”

“Thouroughly.” You grin, spent and satiated feeling safe and warm in your afterglow. He roughly pulls his sheets up to cover the both of you as the party below still rages toward dawn.

“We got a lot of cleaning up tomorrow. When does Roy get back?” You softly murmur, eyes already shut, body succumbing to sleep.

“Shhh… We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Old man doesn’t get back until Sunday, we got plenty o’time.” He coaxes you closer, turning so he can wrap an arm around your middle, kissing your temple with a heavy sigh.

Kazutora sat down on the floor with one of mikeys pillows and suddenly spotted a video camera, obviously from the late 2000s and a bright smile beamed on his face as he took it in his hands.

"Look what I found, guys" he announced opening the display of the cam "why would mikey have that?" Draken asked himself outloud with a raised eyebrow, to which kazutora shrugged "I dunno but I'm dying to see what he filmed on this."

Chifuyu looked a bit uncomfortable with that idea "I don't know man, maybe there's some personal shit on there" baji just scoffed, "then I just wanna see it more" he laughed. Kazutora looked at draken to see if he wanted to he it too.

Draken sighed and stretched his arms "sure, why not."

Kazutora and baji then cheered before baji encouraged him to connect the camera with the TV, which he had some trouble with since he didn't find the cable at first for it, but after he did find it he didn't waste a single second to plug it in

A video immediately started of mikeys feet as he walked, before the shot lifted to reveal you in pretty heels and a cute sundress skipping infront of him, mikey giggled behind the camera "cute" he said. You then turned around to which the guys perked up.

"She's still pretty even on a shitty camera" baji mentioned.

The tape continued with you laughing happily and smiling at the camera "you gotta say hi to the camera." Mikey told you, to which you just giggled and then waved your pretty long nailed fingers at the camera "hiiii!"

All of the guys had a tiny smile on their face at your cute gesture.

But then the video stopped, and another started up. It was you again. On mikeys couch, stretching your gorgeous legs while reading a magazine. You were wearing a mini skirt and a crop top, mikey kept filming your legs and the how graceful they looked.

It started to feel like...there was some tension in the air now. Kazutora couldn't take his eyes off the screen, admiring your pretty legs and your gorgeous heels. It was no secret that tora had the miggest crush on you, so seeing this put him in a trance. But it didn't just affect him, of course. you were beautiful and cute, and it was hard not to crush on you at least a little bit. Even draken, though he'd never say it out loud.

"Stop filming my legs!" You playfully complained, closing you magazine and coming over to mikey, who was just giggling behind the camera as you came closer and closer to the camera, but then it shut off. And another video started, it was you kneeling on the floor looking up into the camera with your bright eyes and glossy lips "what?" You giggled, tilting your head. "You're pretty." Mikey said, and then it stopped again.

Chifuyu completely forgot about his feelings from earlier, now just focused on seeing more videos of you being pretty and happy.

Those videos continued, just sweet little snippets of mikey admiring you. They were surprised that mikey was so enamored with you, seeing such an "emotional" side of him was very alien to them. Watching these videos made the guys wonder if you two were a thing and they just didn't know about it.

"Come on, let's stop watchin' em" draken announced, waving his hand. But kazutora protested "just one more!" And before anyone could object he let the next one play.

This time you were in mikeys room again with you sitting on his couch as Mikey supposedly laid down on his bed. You were watching some show until you noticed mikey filming you again.

You smiled "what?" You asked cutely, "waiting for a performance" he casually said.

Draken and baji raised a curious eyebrow, "performance?" Baji asked, to which tora hushed him.

You giggled and turned your upper body to him, you smiled a little shyly then rolled your eyes "really? Again?" Assumingly mikey just nodded at your question.

At this point, the guys didn't see anything too weird about these videos until..

You suddenly grabbed the hem of your tank top and lifted it over your tits to flash the camera.

Kazutora and chifuyu let out an audible gasp, draken choked on his drink and bajis jaw just dropped in absolute shock.

"OKAY, OKAY TURN IT OFF!" Chifuyu yelled, pulling his arm over his eyes to shield himself from this privacy invasion. "NO WAY!!" Tora and baji yelled. They both should feel more disgusted or discomfort at you and mikey being.."intimate," but they were too focused on finally seeing your perky tits that teased them for years now.

The video continued and they could hear mikey giggle before the next video started. It was you again with your head on mikeys thigh as you were seated between them on the floor, and he was sitting on the couch, your beautiful eyes looked up into the camera. Your nails pressed softly into mikeys thigh as you tilted your head, then without a single word, mikeys hand cane down to caress your flushed cheek.

It was a cute and innocent enough gesture, until his thumb started caressing your bottom lip and you slowly opened your mouth to suck on it sensually.

"Fuck, she's like a pornstar.." kazutora mentioned, absolutely enamored with how pretty and sexy you looked doing such slutty activities. "She fuckin' does.." baji agreed, leaning more closely to the screen from his seat on the couch.

The video cut, and another immediately started.

This one just immediately started with your pretty moans and your face twisted in pleasure. It didn't take kazutora a second to get rock hard, and it wasn't any different for draken, baji or chifuyu. Hard as fuck.

"What a good girl.." Mikey said behind the camera as it panned down to reveal mikey's fingers slowly sliding in and out of your wet cunt, making obscene and sinful noises. Your clit looked so swollen, kazutora almost wanted to lick the screen.

You moaned so prettily again and you spread your legs further for mikey to get better access. His Fingers sped up and so did the wet squelching noises, your moans got more high pitched and louder "that's it." Mikey encouraged "cum for me.." your hips bucked into his touch as your eyes slightly rolled back and your bottom lip got caught between your teeth.

Baji gripped the blanked next to him, imagining how soft your skin would feel against his own, how tight your pussy would feel around his fingers.

Draken had his fingers on his temple, pretending to not like what he was seeing, and he shouldn't. Especially since he had a girlfriend. But fuck he's just a guy, and you're getting fingers by his best friend. Letting out the prettiest noises he'd ever heard..

Your head tipped back and you covered your mouth as a sticky liquid squirted out of your weeping cunt. "Fuck yeah..good girl, good girl" mikey huffed, fingering you even faster.

Chifuyu gasped as he gripped the pillow impossibly tighter over his crotch, he'd seen a lot of porn but none of them were as good as what he was seeing right there, right now. You were so pretty and he felt like he would die if he didn't jerk off right now.

Kazutora bit his bottom lip desperately as he imagined what your hot and sticky fluids would taste like, he wanted to put his mouth on you so bad, he wanted to make you squirm and cry out as you grip his hair and grind your pussy on his face..

The video cut off again and then mikey was seen with you in a shot, it was assumingly propped up somewhere.

You were getting fucked sideways by mikey as his hands were on your thigh, holding it up, and on your tit as he was sucking on your nipple. "Mikey!" You moaned as your tits bounced with every thrust, the guys could see the bed completely soaked beneath you two "p-please- I can't anymore~" you whined. Mikeys hand gripped your thigh harder "fuck yeah, you can..just one more" the kissed your collarbone "fr' me.." he begged before going right back to suck on your tiddy.

Kazutora almost moaned when you turned your head to the camera eyes closed in bliss as his friend fucked you senseless.

Your moans got louder and baji could swear his mouth was filling up with drool, looking at your tits bounce and your cunt being fucked.

Mikey lifted himself up and put his hand on your throat, drakens eyes widened as you whimpered at this filthy action, his jeans felt so uncomfortably tight due to his painful erection straining against them. He couldn't contain his thoughts anymore, he would fuck you so hard with his big hand on your tiny throat.

Mikey thrusts become sloppy and harder as your moans suddenly stuttered. You were about to cum.

The men were so focused on the screen, awaiting your orgasm.

"We're hereee" mikey announced and the guys all jolted awake from their pussy trance and kazutora hastily and panicked and ripped the cable out of the TV, feeling his heart beat out of his throat when he saw your pretty self standing next to mikey after he just watched you getting fucked by him.

It didn't take long for mikey to see the guys all flushed hiding their crotches and, of course, the video cam.

Mikey just casually chuckled "they found our tapes" to which you gasped and looked at the man next to you "...the tapes?"

You looked back at the men, avoiding eye contact with you or mikey.

Mikey then looked at you and gave you a soft pat on your ass before you shyly bit your lip and walked over to the bed, you sat down...and spread your legs just enough for them to see you not wearing any panties...

Kazutora and chifuyu were about to have a heart attack with how fast their hearts were beating, baji felt like he was burning hot, he never felt this horny..

Draken really, really tried to not look at you or your half exposed pussy. But he did see it and then couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

"Did you like them..?" You suddenly asked, spreading your legs more as Mikey just grinned.

You looked at the camera and then back at the boys "maybe.." you lifted your skirt, exposing your naked cunt to them. "We could make a featured film.." kazutora kneeled and looked like a starved puppy, with his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth and his eyes wide open.

Someone would have to hold baji back if he got any hornier, cause he was about to just jump on you and ravage you.

"I can film everything" mikey said with a smug grin.

‘Darling,’ you sigh, pushing your boyfriend away from the kitchen island. His finger is in his mouth, trying to soothe the scalded skin. ‘Can you please make us some hot chocolate?’

He pouts, dropping the wooden spoon back into the bowl and empties half of the milk into a saucepan. You whisper a quick thank you to the idiot behind you and start to read the comments from chat.

‘Lando, someone says you should use cocoa powder and chocolate,’ you read, turning back to look at him before continuing to combine all of the dough ingredients. It’s a little too crumbly - nowhere dough-like enough to roll out. You dribble the water in, slowly combining it until it’s soft and holds together.

‘This is so stupid,’ he whines, turning the stove up to the largest flame. ‘It’s gonna take forever.’

Walking to the stove, your back against the laptop, you wrap your hands around Lando, snuggling up to his back. He grabs one of your hands, pulling it up and kissing it gently. The simple gesture has butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

‘Do you wanna roll out the gingerbread and I’ll make the hot choccie?’ you suggest gently, hoping he’ll agree. He nods like an excited child, grinning with his teeth showing and rushes from the stove (almost knocking the pan over).

‘How big do I need to make it?’ he calls back to you.

‘The width should be two one-pound coins,’ you call back, turning the heat down and slowly whisking in the cocoa powder. ‘We need two of each of the stencils but if we don’t have enough dough, we can make more later, don’t worry about it.’

‘Perfect, chat, did you hear that?’ Lando resumes his media personality, chatting and charming his way on stream. ‘Oh, wow, LandosBuddy said that they think I’m so bad at cooking, I’ll end up giving you salmonella from an eggless recipe. Ouch. That’s very rude of you.’

Lando’s signature deadpan makes you laugh to the point of covering your mouth to stifle some of the laughter. It’s only made worse when you turn to face him greeting you with an unimpressed (and rather offended) look. 

‘They’re not wrong, darling,’ you choke out through little hiccupped laughs. ‘You’re an awful cook.’

Lando grabs a rolling pin from the drawer and reaches to grab the dough.

‘Wait, Lando,’ you shout, grabbing his wrist. ‘You need to flour the surface, first. Otherwise, the dough will stick!’

Lando shakes his head, grabs some flour, and throws it in your direction. A puff of flour greets you before settling on you and the counter below. It settles pretty, the way the first snow does on the grass, and shake your head, reading the chat.

‘Lando is such a menace. You’re so right,’ you laugh, grabbing some of the gingerbread dough between your fingers and smearing it on his cheek. ‘Yes, mother, show him. Thank you.’

‘That’s not fair,’ your boyfriend whines, grabbing your waist and rocking you back and forth. He spins you around before kissing you gently, his hands running up and down your sides. With your eyes shooting open, you push him away.

‘Streams still on, baby,’ you warn, eyes darting back to the screen where the comments are going crazy - so quickly. Lando quickly snaps back, his hand now holding yours as you both return to the task at hand.

Lando continues to stream, with you popping in and out as an occasional distraction. Your time is split between watching your boyfriend make a fool of himself and checking the gingerbread is not burning (and then cooled).

——

‘Quickest gingerbread house or the best-looking gingerbread house?’ you ask, laughing as Lando tries to catch a smartie with his mouth (and tragically failing). 

‘It doesn’t matter because I’m gonna win,’ Lando snarks, mouth full of sweets. ‘Oh, wow. Rude. You guys are so fucking rude: Lando literally doesn’t know his arse from his elbow. Someone help this poor muppet.’

‘Are they wrong, though?’ you force the corners of your lips to stay down which works, but the glint in your eyes gives you away. ‘You know how most athletes are good at their sport, but not god-awful at others?’

Lando nods, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as you continue to talk. He playfully grabs your wrists, restraining you as you giggle and hiccup.

‘You kinda just lack the coordination to do any other sport…sorry babe,’ you can’t control the fit of laughter as Lando tickles you, causing you to fall on top of him. Lando pecks your lips before helping you back up (and check the chat).

holy shit they’re so cute

lando’s so lucky wtf

lando norris, if you don’t treat her well, imma steal ur gf

my parents are literally so cute i wanna puke

‘I’m starting to think that chat likes me,’ you say, eyes crinkling up in amusement. Lando shakes his head and lets out an exaggerated sigh - one that can only come from a long-suffering man. ‘Not sure if they’re even here for you, anymore.’

‘Alright, alright,’ Lando shoves you gently, causing you to accidentally leave a streak of red icing on the gingerbread.

‘Lando!’ you squeak, scraping off as much of the misplaced icing as possible. ‘I didn’t realise we were cheating, today, but I see how it is.’

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, bottom lip between your teeth whilst Lando’s tongue peeks out from his mouth. It’s endearing and silly, and oh so Lando. You carefully ice the border of the house, waiting for each piece to dry before trying to assemble the whole thing. It’s messy and wonky-looking but still cute. 

‘Babe, can I have a smartie, please?’ Lando pouts at you, his blue eyes looking right at you as you slowly move them further and further out of his reach. A few spill out from the cardboard carton, rattling against the table until they settle. ‘You’re being unfair, I just need one for the doorknob!’

‘Sorry, Lando,’ you lean over and leave a chaste peck against his lips. ‘If you didn’t cheat at the start, I would’ve been nicer.’

‘Just you wait,’ Lando warns, looking through his pile of decorations for something small and round enough. He moves forward to read the comments from chat and exaggeratedly rolls his eyes. ‘You’re all gonna feel stupid by the end of this.’

‘What’s going on, darling?’ you ask, looking over at your scowling boyfriend. Leaning over, you squeeze his hand, scooting over until you’re on his lap, fingers running through his curls until he relaxes against you.

‘Nothing,’ he mumbles against your neck. His hot breath fans across your skin and you hold him close, just letting yourself feel close to him. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you, too,’ you whisper into the shell of his ear, feeling Lando snuggle just a touch closer into you. ‘Do you wanna end the stream? We can build them tomorrow and just relax this evening.’

- thinking about yandere classmate! who, despite your claims, says it’s his first time meeting you. 

- yandere classmate! who has somehow stolen the hearts of your teachers and classmates alike with that dashing smile of his and amicable personality.

- yandere classmate! who you’ve sworn up and down that you’ve seen before. he looks so familiar, you can’t put a finger on it. 

- yandere classmate! who ignores all of your attempts to brush him off and always seems to be where you are. 

- yandere classmate! who greets you twice: once when he’s introducing himself to the class, and once in your head, in your thoughts. 

- hello, pretty thing. 

- yandere classmate! who’s thoughts are so...structured. who’s thoughts sound so scripted and unnatural yet you can’t call him out for it. as if he’s deliberately hiding from you. as if he knows. 

- yandere classmate! who you know has some sort of obsession with you but you just can’t read him. 

- yandere classmate! who somehow knows how to make you say yes to him, no matter how much you don’t want to.

- oh? you don’t want to help him bring the lab equipment back to the science classroom? well, you can’t, not when he’s asked you in front of everyone (including a very pushy, very expecting homeroom teacher). 

- you don’t want to study with him? well, you’re going to have to if you don’t want to fail calculus. he’s the top student in the grade, and everyone else seems busy. 

- you’re hiding in the corner during lunch to avoid seeing him? all of a sudden, he wants to eat in this specific spot in the corner of the school where no one goes to as well, conveniently right after you decided you wanted to eat there. 

- you want to go to your favorite bakery to relieve stress and forget about him? he’s sitting in that exact spot, your spot, the one you always go to to people-watch. and he’s sitting there with your usual order and an inviting smile. it unnerves you so much. 

- you don’t want to date him? you already are. he’s already told everyone through subtle social cues. by the end of the week, everyone thinks your dating, but doesn’t really let you know they know, convinced you like your privacy. 

- it isn’t until your friends ask you, offended that you kept something so important from them, that you realize what’s going on. 

- yandere classmate! who doesn’t accept your rejection, who just puts his hand on your shoulder and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. 

- yandere classmate! who interrupts every conversation you have with another guy. who wraps a possessive arm around your waist and presses a pretty little chaste kiss on your neck. 

- who thinks your mine, mine, mine, mine, whenever he sees you with someone else. 

- yandere classmate! who is somehow your partner in every group project, yet you somehow can’t get a read on how he accomplished such thing. 

- yandere classmate! who always knows what you have on your wishlist for every holiday and brings them to you wrapped in your favorite color. 

- yandere classmate! who one day slips up when he’s laughing with your friends that he’s somehow charmed without you knowing. 

- those same friends, who congratulated you on a happy relationship, happy you’ve managed to open up to other people. who you can’t bear to disappoint after years of being so-closed off and being a downer. 

- yandere classmate! who thinks you think reading my thoughts will change things? when will you give in and accept it? 

- yandere classmate! who pretends nothing is wrong when you freeze, baffled. instead, he kisses you on the cheek and your friends coo. 

- yandere classmate! after months of constantly making you say yes to his ‘requests’ finally lets you in on his secret. 

- yandere classmate! who now openly engages in telepathic conversations with you when employing his tricks. who smirks whenever you try to push him away. who enjoys the chase.