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kkami-writes · 6 months

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waiting for us — chapter forty six. moonlight cw. brief mention of a fire scar, SMUT!!! first times, loss of virginity (f), protected sex, soft dom(?) seungmin, oral (f), piv, lowkey body worship, seungmin is a simp wbk wc. 3.4k

After a long day, almost 3 hours in the car (with 4 of your soulmates and a blasting playlist) and then walking around the Japanese garden you’re glad to finally be resting in your hotel room. The boys had whined that Seungmin had got to monopolize your attention all day and now got to spend the night with you but you had simply shooed them away, desperate to get into the shower.

Now you were all cozy in a small pajama set, sat curled up on the little ledge next to the window. The lights are dimmed, the room painted in the light of the moon. Seungmin was just finishing up in the bathroom as you wait for him, staring sleepily out at the view outside. You might be $900 down but you couldn’t help but think it was so worth it.

Your eyes glaze over slightly as you space out, the day finally catching up to you as sleep threatens to take over. You don’t even realize that Seungmin has finished his shower or that he’s already come out of the bathroom.

Seungmin on the other hand has frozen completely. He’s watching you, taking in every little detail, like the way your head is tilted against the cool pane of the window or the smooth skin of your legs. The moonlight washes over your figure and he thinks you look so fucking breathtaking. It’s like something possesses him as he strides over to you, hands coming to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, lithe fingers tracing your jawline and forcing you to look up at him.

The way you look up at him has him in a trance, practically drowning in your pretty eyes. He leans down and you meet him half way. Seungmin’s lips are soft against yours and you practically melt against him, body relaxing. He brings his other hand to fully cup your cheeks while his lips move languidly, almost precise in his movements and it’s really no surprise to you that all these boys were good kissers. Years of experience with each other.

Yet you can tell he’s a little tentative to go any further, so you do it for him, tongue darting out to swipe at his plump bottom lip. Except Seungmin pulls away at the feeling of your tongue and for a second you’re afraid you’ve pushed it too far, but the way his face is a bright red you know you only had surprised him. A giggle falls from your lips as you stand up suddenly, surprising the boy but he doesn’t get a chance to question you as as you all but yank his body towards the bed.

Your body flops down onto the bed, sinking into the impossibly soft comforter and Seungmin is forced on top of you. His hands are on either side of your head, eyes blinking rapidly at your actions. Your arms come to wrap around his broad shoulders but you don’t push him down, instead letting him take the lead if he so choses. You tilt your head slightly, giving him a cute wide eyed look - making you look so enticing how the hell is he supposed to resist you? You’re literally under him, lips already slightly puffy and your hair spread out in a halo. Seungmin is convinced you might actually be an angel.

So he takes the plunge, connecting his lips against yours. It starts off simple like your kiss just minutes ago, just lips pressed together and moving in tandem. This time it’s Seungmin who deepens the kiss, not even bothering to ask as he practically shoves his tongue into your mouth. Of course you let him, mouth parting to give him easy access.

He’s sucking on your pink muscle, nipping and pulling at your lips so much that it pulls a whimper from your throat. The embrace turns heated, the sound of your lips smacking is the only thing you can hear. Seungmin can feel his restraint getting weaker and weaker so he has to force himself to stop. Yet the look you have on his face almost makes him groan, lips completely kiss bitten, slick with spit and cheeks flushed a pretty red that goes all the way down to your collarbone. You’re driving him absolutely crazy but he knows he has to stop because he will not be able to control himself the longer you look at him like that.

“We…” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “We should stop,”

“What if I don’t want to?” You ask so simply as if you don’t understand the insinuation of your answer but the look in your eyes tells Seungmin that you do. He falters.

“But… Aren’t you a-“ You can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“A virgin?” Seungmin just nods his head. “Yeah, but to be honest, I really, really want this,”

“Are you sure? I mean, like, are you sure you want your first time to be with…me?” Again, you roll your eyes.

“Minnie, do I need to go on my rant again?”

“Ok- Ok fuck. Are you 100% sure? Because I don’t think I’d be able to stop once I get my hands on you,”

“I’m sure just,“ You hesitate, but Seungmin is patient, waiting for you to continue. “Just, promise me you wont ask,” He furrows his eyebrows at your words, thoroughly confused.

“Ask about what?”

“You’ll know it when you see it,”

“Is it about…” His eyes dart over to your wrists. Though there are no new scars, most of them having healed already, there is still the visible signs. You shake your head though.

“No. It’s something else just - please,”

“Ok, no questions. I promise,”

“Ok good. Now kiss me again,”

“You got it,” And at that Seungmin is pressing his lips against your already swollen ones, hands slipping past your sleep shirt, fingers dancing along your bare waist. It draws a shiver from you, the feeling of his cold hands against your heated body. His lips begin to trail down to your neck, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against your flesh. Seungmin has barely done anything to you already feel uncomfortably warm.

Seungmin’s fingers creep further and further up your shirt, pulling it along with him. Before he can fully push it up he glances up at you as if asking permission. You simply nod and he doesn’t hesitate to remove your shirt. Since you were going to bed you had gone without a bra, a sudden shyness takes over you but Seungmin is looking at you like you put the stars in the sky. He can tell that you’re shy and slips his own shirt off so that you’re both shirtless.

You can’t help but stare at his toned upper body. Seungmin is all lean muscle and broad shoulders with somehow a tiny waist. You briefly wonder how someone could be so handsome. He turns shy under your smoldering gaze so he turns back to focus on you.

“Y/N, you are so fucking beautiful,” He says the words in between pressing kisses down the expanse of your neck, before latching onto the juncture of where your neck meets your collarbone, sucking softly. It’s enough to leave a mark, wanting something as proof of this moment, even if it’s temporary (and maybe something that the guys would see).

As he marks up your neck his hands come up to cup your breasts, his large hands giving them a squeeze. Seungmin thinks they’re perfect, fitting in his hands so nicely. He can’t help but squish and grope at the soft mounds, relishing the first time of actually touching a pair of tits. You’ve got your lower lip between your teeth, worrying it as you watch Seungmin’s every action, feeling your panties getting damp.

Seungmin brushes his thumb against your nipples and you finally let out a small moan. It spurs him on as he rolls one between his fingers and it hardens under his ministrations. After he’s quite literally made his mark along your neck and collarbones his lips trail down to press kisses across the peaks of your breasts. His hands have moved down to your waist, running them up and down your sides. It’s like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your body, committing it to memory.

His tongue darts out to flick at your pert bud before wrapping his plush lips around it, sucking softly. A whimper slips from your lips, feeling your back arch up and further into his touch. Seungmin loves how reactive you are as he experiments with your tits, nipping at the cute bud before making sure to give equal attention to the other.

At this point you’re uncomfortably wet, trying to press your thighs together for some semblance of relief.

“S-Seung,” You whine, trying to get him to understand without having to say it. He seems to understand though as a small laugh falls from his lips at your impatience.

“Sorry love, just trying to appreciate your body like you deserve,” You can feel his hum against your skin and it sets you abuzz. His fingers hook into the thin fabric of your sleep shorts before looking back up at you for permission. With a deep breath you nod your head and he doesn’t hesitate to slip them off.

Kisses continue to trail down your silky skin, Seungmin occasionally teasing you by nipping at your sensitive skin. Everything he’s done has only made your body warmer, panties sticking to your cunt. When his nose nudges against your mound you sit up suddenly, startling the poor boy between your legs.

“Shit, wait,” Seungmin is quick to sit back on his heels, looking over at you in concern, scared he’s made you uncomfortable.

“What? We can stop if you want,”

“No, no it’s just- fuck. You don’t have protection do you?” You murmur, remembering probably the most important thing. To be honest you hadn’t expected you to be ready for this so early, so you hadn’t really considered birth control and while you had trusted that all the boys were clean and wouldn’t mind forgoing a condom, you were not about to risk having a crotch goblin. Disappointment washes over you, still rather uncomfortably turned on.

“Oh! Wait no, I do have one,” Seungmin says before grabbing his wallet on the nightstand and pulling a condom from it. You’re blinking at him, having not expecting that.

“Huh. So you thought you were gonna get lucky?” You decide to tease the poor boy, whose face flushes so cutely.

“No! No of course not! I just-“

“Minnie I’m kidding,” You cut him off before he can go on a tangent again, giggling at his reaction. “Honestly, it’s kinda hot that you’re so responsible,” You coo and Seungmin comes back to hover over to you, slapping at your thigh.

“Brat,” That causes another giggle to fall from your lips as he leaves the condom on the table. “Do you want to continue?”

“Mm..please,”

“Hm? What’s that?” It’s Seungmin whose teasing you now, a cocky look on his face and you suppose you should have seen this coming.

“Please…Minnie,” You whine, thighs pressing together but he quickly pushes his hand between them, spreading them.

“Please what? Gotta tell me what you want love,” He hums, moving down to his position himself between your legs, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. Immediately that heat returns full force and you can’t take it anymore.

“Please touch me Seungmin,”

“How can I say no?” He comes to slip your panties off and he freezes. Seungmin can’t even take the time to admire how beautiful you look underneath him, completely bare because all he can focus on is the fire burn across the left side of your pelvis that goes across your hip. The skin is reddish, almost looking like a large bruise. He probably shouldn’t but he can’t help but run his thumb over the old wound and he can feel that pulsing energy. It’s then that he knows.

Your soulmark is under this scar.

Seungmin glances up at you and you can’t even look at him. Hot white shame fills your stomach as you curl up into yourself. Maybe this was a bad idea, you should have never let it get this far, never should have let him see it. You’re about to get up to put your clothes on but before you can even move, Seungmin is pressing kisses against your lower stomach again, large hands splayed across your hips.

“Sorry sweetheart. No questions. Can I still make you feel good?” He still wants to make sure this is what you want, if you told him to stop he would. Your comfort is the only thing on his mind. Seungmin’s kisses bring instant butterflies to your stomach and you can’t lie, you still want this. You want him. You want all of them.

“Please…I. I want you Minnie,”

Seungmin lets out a groan from his throat. Why is you telling him how much you want him turn him on even more?

“Fuck. Be a good girl and let me take care of you, yeah?” Seungmin hums while he’s pressing rather wet kisses against your inner thighs, and a shiver runs through you. He does not want to make it seem like he doesn’t know what he’s doing because he is quite literally just running on pure instincts. His tongue darts out and he doesn’t hesitate to lick a bold stripe up your damp folds. You can’t help but jolt slightly, the sensation completely new as you try to relax back against the pillow.

It’s certainly a different taste but it’s certainly not bad, he can definitely see himself eventually getting addicted. Seungmin continues to explore your cunt, alternating between licks and kisses. He brings his tongue to your clit this time, flicking at the small bud and it has a moan falling from your lips.

“O-Oh!” You gasps, heat starting to pool in your lower stomach the longer Seungmin plays with your clit, his lips wrapped fully around it and sucking. Long fingers run through your damp folds before pressing slowly to your entrance. He sinks a single digit in, letting you get used to it before sliding it in and out. He has to bite back a moan from the way your walls are sucking his finger in, his only thoughts are about how you’ll feel wrapped around his cock.

Of course you’ve masturbated a few times and yeah it was nice but nothing special. This though, this was so different as pure heat and pleasure fills your body, making your toes curl with how intense it is. Seungmin can’t take his eyes off you, every little reaction you make only entrances him more. He slips another finger into your sopping core, your cunt taking it in easily with how turned on you are. There’s more of a stretch but you could care less with how good it feels.

The lewd squelch of your pussy echoes in your ears, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Seungmin on the other hand finds it so hot, how wet and warm you feel. His cock is throbbing almost painfully, pressed fully against his pants. Heat is pooling into your lower stomach, threatening to snap and as you feel yourself on the precipice of your release, Seungmin stops. It pulls a whine from your throat and he has the audacity to chuckle at you.

“Sorry love. I just. I want you to cum with me,” And how are you supposed to argue against that? Seungmin leans over to grab the foil, ripping it open and throwing the wrapper into the trash. He pulls his pants down and his hard, angry cock flops out. The tip is almost a bright red, precum leaking from the slit. He slides the latex down his length before looking back up at you, only to see that you’re staring.

“…stop staring,” Your head flies back up to him, blushing at getting caught.

“Sorry! Sorry just- It’s my…first time seeing a dick,” You admit. Both of you are a flustered mess and even though Seungmin isn’t a virgin, it certainly feels like he is - after all he’s never been with a woman before.

“I mean it’s my first time seeing tits too so…I guess we’re even,” There’s a brief silence before the two of you are giggling. It feels comfortable despite the two of you being stark naked. You two take a moment before getting serious again. Nerves roll off both of you as he clumsily lines up to your soaked entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asks softly, rubbing soothing circles against your waist. With a gulp you nod, bracing yourself. Slowly he pushes in, a moan falling from his lips almost immediately at how you feel, the sensation almost overwhelming.

It’s not painful, it’s more of a weird sensation and some pressure but it’s not bad. As he slides in his body comes to press against yours, almost in a hug, wanting to be as close to you as possible as the two of you become one. It’s so overwhelming in a good way that you can’t help the few tears that slip from your eyes, you feel so incredibly full and loved. Seungmin pauses and glances up at you, thumb wiping away the tears.

“You ok sweetheart? Does it hurt?” You shake your head quickly.

“No! No..You feel so good…feel’s amazing Seung. I. I love you,” You choke up a little and he smiles down at you, so incredibly fond.

“I love you too,” He says as he finally bottoms out, his whole length buried inside of you. The two of you just stay like this for a few minutes, basking in the moment, just being connected in the most intimate way possible. After awhile that feeling is returning in your stomach and you need him to fuck you.

“Seung. Please move,”

“Anything for you sweetheart,” He pulls out almost all the way before rocking back into your cunt, pulling a moan from your lips. It’s so much more than his fingers and you can’t believe anything could feel better. Seungmin moans as he keeps a languid pace and the sound make you clench. His hips stutter. “Fuck, you can’t do that. I might just blow my load,” He knows he won’t last very long anyway though and his only goal is to make you cum.

His grip against your waist is almost bruising now but you could care less, you hope it does. Your back arches and with the slight adjustment his cock is now hitting that sweet spot.

“Oh! Oh fuck Seungmin, right t-there” Seungmin large hands against your waist angle you perfectly so he’s constantly brushing against your g-spot and you swear that you’re seeing stars. One of his hands snakes down to rub at your swollen clit and it’s bringing you closer to your peak. “Minnie ‘m close,” Your words are slightly slurred, losing yourself in the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing you to.

“M-me too. Fuck sweetheart. God, feel so perfect. You were made for me. Made for us, yeah?” It’s his words that send you off the edge, coming with a cry of his name. With your walls spasming around him he’s spilling into the condom with one last hard thrust. The two of you collapse against each other, a thin layer of sweat covering both of you but neither of you could care.

Both of you end up giggling again, just basking in the after glow of sex as you curl into each other. Again, the two of you just lay there for awhile, staring in each others eyes before Seungmin reluctantly pulls away.

“Come on, let’s take another shower and get some sleep. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow,”

Seungmin is nothing but attentive to you in the shower, cleaning you up gently. You feel a little sore but it’s a rather nice feeling so you certainly don’t mind. Nothing more happens in the shower besides a few kisses here and there.

Soon enough the two of you are tangled up in each other in bed, legs entwined and your face buried into his neck. You have never felt more safe and loved then being in Seungmin’s arms right now. You never wanted to leave and you don’t ever plan on it.

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softtdaisy · 8 months

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hey could you please do a one shot for pierre where he won’t admit that he is sick and still does race but is ill during the race and he says on radio that all he wants is you and then you comfort him

DESCRIPTION I Pierre might pretend is not sick, but sometimes you know your boyfriend more than he knows himself

PAIRING I Pierre Gasly × fem!reader

WORDS COUNT I 1,5k

A/N I It felt good to write about Pierre again?? I love that stupid boy with my whole heart. I changed the end a little i think so i hope you’ll love it babe 🤍

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You knew a lot of things in life. The integrality of your favorite author’s bibliography, almost every line from your favorite sitcom and the entire calendar of the F1 season to follow your boyfriend.

But there was one thing you definitely knew by heart: your boyfriend. You could figure out every one of his little reactions and understand what he was thinking or going through. Whatever Pierre said, he was an open book for you.

Honestly, you didn’t even try to memorize everything, you just did. Or maybe you just had a very demonstrative boyfriend that was terrible at hiding his feelings.

“For the hundredth time, yes, I’m fine.” Pierre answered…coughing. Which made you frown and wondered when he was going to stop lying.

You tried to tell him that no, it might not be a good idea to bathe in the hotel’s pool last week after his podium. Sure he was happy and you wanted to celebrate just as much. But the temperature was low outside and in the pool. It was just a good way to get sick when he had a race this weekend too.

Needless to say Pierre was as stubborn as a mule. So he did go to the pool with his friends while you watched. You even took pictures. To remember that night. And to remind him how stupid it was when he would be sick.

“So we are totally going to ignore the fact you were super warm last night?” you asked, putting a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He was still warm but this idiot didn’t want to take anything.

“That’s because I was sleeping next to you, chérie.”

You laughed, not even bothering to remind him he didn’t need to flirt with you. After three years, it’s not like he needed to win you again. You were all his. Even when he was annoying like that. You just hit the same forehead you were gently checking a few seconds ago. To which Pierre reacted by grabbing your wrist to make you climb him. When he approached his face, and more precisely his lips from yours, you pushed him away.

“There is no way I’m kissing your sick mouth.”

“I’m not sick!”

“You totally are!”

Pierre rolled his eyes right when his phone rang. It was time to go to the circuit. There was no time for jokes anymore. The reality was there: your boyfriend was going to race because he refused to admit he felt bad. You sighed, letting him get up and take his stuff. There was nothing you could do. And even if you tried, it was too late.

“Let’s pretend that I’m sick. Which I’m not!” Pierre told you when you woke up this morning. “I’m institing on the not.”

“I got it, Gasly. Go On”.

“So let’s pretend I’m sick. The race is today, the team clearly doesn’t have the time to call a reserve driver to take my place. And I can’t let them have only one car today. It would be a mess. So even if I’m sick, which I’m not again, I can’t miss it.”

Sometimes you wondered if you were engaged to Pierre or to F1. Maybe a little bit of both.

Maybe it should have been a sign for Pierre that when the taxi drove you to the circuit, he turned white. You hold his hand, trying to comfort him even if, of course, he was absolutely not sick. He was just a driver with motion sickness. How logical.

As always, the craziness of the event took over everything once you put a foot on the circuit. Pierre got monopolized by the team to get ready, do some interviews and all that stuff. Meaning, you absolutely lost sight of your boyfriend. So you tried to think about anything else to stop worrying about his condition. You saw the other girlfriends and spent some time with them. And it worked for a good moment.

Even when you watched the parade together, you absolutely forgot about Pierre being sick in your hotel room earlier.

No, not sick. He wasn’t, that’s what he said.

So you sat in the Alpine motorhome, putting on your headphones to ear Pierre through the race. And it wasn’t after the first lap that you remember all the mess that had happened before.

When you saw him miss a corner. He managed to go back on the road naturally, so you assumed it was just a mistake.

And when it happened again, on the same lap, you understood it was more than that.

“Everything alright?” his engineer asked on the radio.

But Pierre didn’t answer.

You thought that maybe you had missed his answer in the mess of the race. Or maybe he didn’t take the time to answer because he was focused on the road.

But when it became obvious that something was wrong, you started to worry.

“Pierre, is everything alright?” he got asked once again.

“Sometimes I hate how everyone can hear our radio, you know. Other teams, the public… I wish I could have some private conversation with my team.” he told you one day.

“Why, you want to flirt with them?” you replied, laughing, which led to a night full of flirting and love making.

But now you understand why he wanted to have a private conversation.

“No.” Pierre simply replied and your heart just broke.

“Do you want to stop?” His engineer must have noticed how bad he felt because there was no world in which a team would ask its driver to stop driving.

“Is [y/n] there?”

Everyone looked at you. And oh boy you hated how suddenly the world was on your shoulder. You gave his engineer just one look. A look that held a question. To which he answered with a simple nod.

“Baby”. You couldn’t find any other words. What were you even supposed to say? Reassure him? Seeing him drive like that you were ready to stand in front of the car to stop him. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“You know what’s wrong.” and this absolutely didn’t sound bad at all.

You knew Pierre by heart. Every little reaction. Every tone in his voice. Every look.

So you knew what he was waiting for.

For your approval.

“Stop, please.” you asked him.

And then nothing. You just waited. Staring at the screen. Hoping he would listen to you. Hoping he won’t make a mistake. Praying for his safety.

“He’s stopping.” you heard his engineer say. For himself, for the team. And maybe to reassure you too.

You watched as he entered the pitlane. You followed the car carefully, waiting until he was parked to be sure he was safe for good. You’ve never been more scared for Pierre than at this precise moment.

Not even when he crashed in previous races. Accidents happened and he always managed to reassure you immediately. This time was different. You had a sick boyfriend stuck in a car and nothing could assure you that he would be fine. What if he gets unconscious before he can get out? What if it’s worse than you imagine?

You closed your eyes, just a few seconds, like you needed to get ready for what you were going to see. And thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as you imagine.

Pierre struggled to get out, like his legs couldn’t support the rest of his body. Some mechanics held him and helped walk inside. That’s when you took over. You immediately ran to him and took him in your arms. It probably didn’t even help him because you hugged him so hard you probably could have made him fall in reverse. But it didn’t matter. He was here.

And you could feel Pierre relief when he started to hug you back. He still had his helmet on so when he put his head on top of yours, it wasn’t comfortable for either of you. But when he grabbed your shirt and how fast his heart was beating was enough. He needed you. You were here.

“Too early to say I tried to warn you?” After all that mess, Pierre asked the team to avoid the media. And even if they technically disagree, they knew they didn’t have the choice. Pierre looked awfully sick. So they let the both of you leave the race before the end and go back to the hotel room so he could rest before you fly back home the following day.

So you were laying in bed, after you helped Pierre take a shower. If he wasn’t sick, you would melt for his soft look: his hair was messy and he was wearing one of his too big sweatshirts, looking like a big baby in your arms. You were massaging his forehead. This was why you laughed when he moved his head to look at you.

“Too early.” he groaned before cuddling against you. You pinched your lips to not laugh again and not insist on all the things he told you to keep racing. That man was stubborn as hell.

But damn, how annoying your life would be without him.

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sunnys-out · 7 months

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Dance the Night | Lucy Bronze

A/N: Based on this request. Please enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I am actually going to have a FaceTime date with my own Northern English, defender this Sunday so wish me luck :)

Also, I imagine that these are the types of dance covers that you would post on Tik Tok btw.

Word count: 2823

Warnings: Suggestive themes/statements

Baby, you can find me under the lights

Diamonds under my eyes

Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just

Come along for the ride?

Oh, my outfit is so tight

You can see my heartbeat tonight

I can take the heat, baby, best believe

That's the moment I shine

Lucy and I had the shared experience of playing in an American university. The only difference was that UC Berkeley was my home for my time there.

One of the things that I did during my four years at Cal that made them special and even was something that people loved learning about me was that I was also a part of a dance group whilst playing football. When I was in America, I found that dance was a good way to maintain my cardio and it was a fun way to keep my mind off of football for a bit. I used to do ballet as a kid and did some hip-hop dancing as I grew older so it was not something too out of the ordinary.

Even though football was my true calling, that did not stop me from dancing in the locker rooms before games, and posting little dance covers on Tik Tok during camps at the behest of Mary Earps. The only reason that the fans got wind of the fact that I’m that teammate constantly dancing was because of Lucy, who was filming one time before we played in a friendly against Germany and posting it on Instagram. She says that I didn’t pull her immediately that day but I know Lucy and I saw the way she watched me behind the phone as I danced to Work Out by J. Cole.

During the Euros, it became a thing, I guess, for the main Lionesses Instagram to post my pregame dances in the locker room. One of those I ended up teaching Miss Lucy Bronze how to slow dance which turned into a faster dance much to Lucy’s dismay. Lucy twirling me into a hold was the focal point of the video and I get why this one became a fan favorite and material for loads of couple edits of us.

The caption of said post, “@bbcstrictly @y/n is waiting for her call-up! 👀”

Of course I commented, “@y/n: @bbcstrictly ok but actually I would be down, I love love love the show 💃🙏”

Post win at the Euros, I was getting a call from the producers of Strictly Come Dancing to perform a one-time, special dance. They said that it was some kind of honoring fit for a new European champion.

I worked it out with my management that it would definitely be something that I could do after the World Cup since that was my next objective after a successful Euros run.

During the off time in the World Cup, I found myself talking to the producers as they had ideas of the performance and the choreography that would go with it. So, sometimes I would have to deny a walk with Lucy to figure out some logistics. I was met with a small but still visible pout from Lucy as she only nodded and would call up Jordan to take my place.

My attention was monopolized once we finalized what song and choreography we were aiming for and of course my new dance partner. I didn’t really know the guy but apparently he was on a reality show and all the girls were after him. The only taste of reality shows that I had was occasionally watching Love Island over Rachel and Millie’s shoulders on bus rides to games. I did not understand at all what went on but the drama was entertaining from what I saw.

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“So, you’re not going to tell me the name of the song you will be dancing to?” Lucy said as she remained sitting on the hotel bed as she watched me change into something nicer than the training set I had been in all day. Eyes trained on me the whole time.

“Nope, it’s a surprise, baby. Sworn to secrecy anyways” I said as I got ready for our walk.

Lucy frowned as she started scratching her neck “well at least show me who you are going to be dancing with, like what if it’s a weirdo you know?”

I comply and give her my phone after I look up the name of the guy they had paired me up with.

“Not too bad looking right?” I tease, as I put on some dunks and ask for my phone back.

Lucy raised an eyebrow and laughed a little, “I know I can’t dance like you but ya think it’s too late to ask if I could be your dance partner?”

Now it was my turn to laugh, “don’t be jealous baby, now let’s get going there is a cafe with a chocolate pastry I wanted to try!”

I pulled her up ignoring the small pout and muttering “ ‘m not jealous” as I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and dragged her out of the door.

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After our loss at the World Cup final and a lot of tearful goodbyes to the other girls, Lucy and I made our way back to Barcelona and just took some time to decompress.

One of Lucy’s favorite things to wake up to was seeing me in the kitchen making myself breakfast, dancing in silence with my airpods in my ears without a care in the world.

This particular Saturday morning, however, she was confused because instead of a loose, messy bun, my hair was brushed and down.

Instead of one of my old, English training shirts, I was in a lilac crop top and denim shorts that showed off my legs and not my old PSG shorts.

As she got closer, the smell of her favorite perfume on me hit her nose, suddenly Lucy stood there wondering what day it was and did she fuck up and forgot some anniversary.

As I turned to go to our fridge to pull out the water pitcher, I caught sight of Lucy just standing by the kitchen island.

“Baby, you know it’s rude to stare” I tease and followed up with a quick kiss on her cheek “Good Morning, sleepy head”

Lucy remained silent for a beat before going, “Why are you all dressed up on a Saturday morning?...Did I forget something?”

She rubbed her eyes, lifting her clear glasses as she did so.

“Nope, our anniversary is still Bastille day, uh my birthday hasn’t changed and yours is still in October” I listed them off on my fingers and then continued as if I didn’t leave Lucy even more confused as I began cleaning the counter.

A pair of arms wrapped around me stopping me in my tracks as Lucy burrowed her head into my neck taking in the perfume I wore.

“Then will Miss L/N tell me where she is going dressed like this, hm?” She mumbled as she placed a chaste kiss on my neck.

“Going to get lunch with…ugh what was his name? The one I'm going to be dancing with for Strictly Dancing, baby” I say, nonchalantly, a smirk creeping at my mouth as I felt Lucy’s arms tighten around me and her mouth getting close to my ear.

Lucy did not show jealousy often but I loved it when she did. I loved teasing her but she would always dismiss it saying that she knew that I was hers so why should she worry. But the tone of her voice gave her away.

“Oh really?” She says softly in my ear before turning me around my back to the countertop now. My face remained unfazed as I nodded, even though I was loving everything about the interaction.

“Yes?” I nod over to the other counter across from me. “I made you some breakfast so ya don’t miss me too much, even cut you some fruit”.

The softness and nonchalant nature of my voice made her jaw tightened a bit.

“Want me to go with you?” she said not letting me go, still caging me in against the counter.

I thought for a moment and then shook my head “no” and simply replied.

“I’m a big girl. Don’t you worry, Lucia” My eyebrows raised slightly as Lucy pulled back.

Lucy moves her arms back to her side, “Fine, but I’m driving you”

She did end up driving me to the little brunch place and ignored my “protests” of “you don’t have to walk me to the restaurant, Luce” as she held me tightly at the waist, her hand possessively on the bare skin on my waist.

I let myself out of Lucy’s hold as I introduced myself to my dance partner. He truly was the object of every other girls dream…just not mine. He wasn’t unattractive at all. Even though Lucy came literally holding me at the waist, it didn’t stop my dance partner from subtly looking me up at down.

“Well, it’s great to meet a Euro Champion and a world cup finalist, (y/n)” he said avoiding Lucy’s glare through her sunglasses.

I stop him and laughed, “well technically two, this is Lucy Bronze, my partner, she was just dropping me off”

Lucy only extends her hand out to the guy and firmly shakes his hand and mutters out “pleasure”.

The guy only nods “well, I’ll make sure she gets home safely”.

I hide the smile on my face when I saw Lucy, still holding his hand, say bluntly.

“Oh? No, I’ll be picking her up, don’t you worry” the guy’s hand falling limp as she let’s go.

I give Lucy a hug and planned to just give her a quick kiss on the cheek but she pulled me closer to her by the waist and gave me a slow kiss on the lips,

Before I pull away, she whispered quietly in my ear, “just wanted to make sure he knows who you're coming home to”

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The little brunch outing was interesting to say the least. The boy was bold given Lucy did stare him down when she picked me up like she promised. Especially as we left the restaurant but I, kindly, avoided his “subtle” advances of him trying to lead me to Lucy’s car.

What had been discussed about the dance and from what I could see is that I would be the main focal point and he would be, for lack of a better term, an accessory. I, of course, would not be telling Lucy that immediately, I was very much enjoying the attention she was giving me.

It being essentially a solo dance made it easier since I have training and I wouldn't have to rely on someone else to also learn the choreography…which allowed for me to work on a little surprise for Lucy with my extra free time.

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“Baby, can you help me with something?” I yelled down the hall of our shared apartment.

Lucy came in shortly with a raised eyebrow “ yeah what’s up?”

“Remember how you said that you wanted to be my dance partner instead of what’s his face?” I say as I move some of our furniture out of the way to make space in the middle all while trying to not hit Narla in the process.

Lucy looked at me confused and with a laugh said, “I never said that…what’d you need though?”

I grab her hands and pull her to the middle of our living room “Well can you be my dance partner? You know with all the training and all I can’t really practice the choreo with him…so you want to help me?”

Lucy smiled and nodded as she pulled me closer to her and gave me a twirl “Ok, miss l/n, lead on”

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My, sweet, Lucia can be a wonderful dancer when she puts time into in. She followed my direction even though the “quick movements of the dance” were something she would have to get used to but eventually after a couple of weeks. She was able to fluidly hold me and move with me.

Narla definitely got a kick out of her two moms doing something akin to the salsa in the living room. I would say Lucy, even with the groans and complaints, secretly, enjoyed it as well.

The day of filming came quickly and out of nowhere and we were filming it in the streets of Barcelona; there was just no way we would be able to fly to England and back, especially with pre-season and games starting.

I just want to give a special thank you to M&S for giving Lucy that outfit she wore during that one photoshoot we had with England, honestly, doing the Lord’s work. I had subtly asked that I would love to see her wear it again and again subtly suggested she wear it to the Strictly Dancing shoot and I just love it when she listens to me.

Luce was behind the cameras and chatted with the producers as they waited for me to come out of the dressing room ready to film.

As I was led out with my hand loosely in my dance partner’s I reveled the intensity of Lucy’s stare.

Why?

Well I had a silver, fringe dress with an open back and the dress came up to my mid thigh and matching high heels and, well the fact, my dance partner was trying ever so slightly to get closer to me as we were speaking with the director.

As we got into position, center “stage” in the streets of Barcelona, I look over to Lucy and give a quick wink to her.

“Dance the Night by Dua Lipa” started to play on the set. I began moving quickly and sensually and interacting very little with my partner. The fringe of the dress definitely did not leave much to the imagination. There were parts where his hand would find my waist but those lasted only a few seconds.

Lucy watched, not letting me escape her sight and hid her frown as she noted the times my dance partner would slow the movements of his hands once they reached my waist or when he looked me over as I danced a little ahead of him.

We did not anticipate it being a one take but it was something that I wanted as it was more real in a way. As the music faded and the host came onto the stage to interview me, I caught Lucy in the corner of my eye, and she was smiling so big and visibly more relaxed.

“(y/n), so happy you could be here and we are just so happy to celebrate you and your achievements. How does it feel?” I hold the microphone, still catching my breath

“I loved this to be honest, love the show, and dancing is just something that I enjoy other than football. Uh, it’s definitely been some time since I’ve performed at this scale but it was absolutely a treat, thank you all for inviting me” I said gesturing to the crew members.

“Well, again we are happy to be a part of this and we know that another Euro Champions is in our midst, and I know that you had a little something prepared for the both of you?” The cameras now focused on a very confused Lucy.

I laugh and continue, “Yes, Miss Bronze, she thinks she has been helping me practice for this sole performance but we were actually going to dance together as well, come on babe” I gesture for her to come onto the stage.

The interviewer walks off announcing, “and now for a special dance by the Euro Champions and World Cup Finalists choreographed by Miss (y/n) (l/n)”.

Lucy finally reached me and whispered, “You little sneak,you planned this didn’t you?”

I only wink and immediately pushed Lucy into position like we have been doing at home in our living room.

“Maybe~” The music restarted and Lucy with the biggest smile on her face did everything perfectly. There were some slips in the movement but they were replaced with laughter as Lucy held onto me tightly as the music faded.

She hugged me tightly whispering, “Im so proud of you” her hands finding their place at my hips.

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips as we both ignored the claps from the crew members.

“So…would it be wrong to ask if you can keep the dress?” I smack her slightly at the question.

I give her a knowing smile, “Dress is mine to keep, but I don’t want to keep it on for too long, Miss Lucia Bronze”

I have never seen Lucy excuse herself, thank all the crew members and wish everyone a wonderful weekend so quickly before carrying me off the set in the midst of a fit of laughter.

Let’s just say that these scenes from the recording quickly overtook the locker room dance in edits and well it was all worth the teasing from our teammates when it finally aired.

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finally?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning: Language

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: N/A

Though the plans were made in advance for security reasons Charles found himself not wanting to go out to the club that Carlos and a few of the other pilots chose. He was feeling down despite the recent podium and wanted nothing more than to just sit in his hotel room until it was time for his flight the following day.

But Pierre had demanded that he get off his ass and get to the club. Kika was in the background saying things of a similar nature, though it was much nicer than the Frenchman said it. Charles wanted to tell him to fuck off, but wallowing in his room wasn’t the way he wanted to leave off a relatively good week. That wasn’t who he was. He kept pushing even when he’s at his limit.

Something that seemed silly when it was being applied to partying and not his job or some more important life matter.

It’s why he was sitting in their little elevated VIP section watching the crowd. It was still early in the night, so most of those who’d pledged to show up were still there away from the general public. Everyone would trickle out and let others in as the night went on, but it was agreed that to start they always wanted to keep everything as chill as possible.

Except Charles doesn’t feel chill. He knew Iman would be there, but it wasn’t until she greeted him with a hug that it really sank in. Or more specifically, it wasn’t until then that he addressed the small fraction of him that was down because of a realization about his feelings.

Charles can be a bit dense sometimes, but he’s no longer playing, oblivious to his feelings. And that includes the one that fills him the moment he saw her. He wanted to monopolize her time. Flirt with her in a way that was much more blatant than usual. Get her to dance with him. Kiss her.

That last one is why he finds himself glued to his seat.

On more than one occasion he’s been face to face with Iman - her height only being a little more than an inch under his - and gotten caught up in how soft her lips look. How he wants to know how they would feel if he gave into the urge and kissed her. But Charles was in deep denial then, so it was easy to lie to himself and combat those feelings. Now he was open to them and feeling like a schoolboy with a crush.

He wasn’t sure how to approach Iman on the subject. Pierre laughed in his face when he gave the option of sitting down and having a talk with her about it. While the Frenchman did concede that an adult discussion would be a good idea, he thought Charles was being too clinical. He didn’t need to drown it in romance, but there did need to be something more than just revealing it like they were in a meeting. Carlos, Max, and every other driver he asked agreed with Pierre.

Max suggested talking to Lewis or Logan, but that just added to the schoolboy feelings. He was nervous and also a little afraid of their response. Which was equally as silly when he realized how much they were for him and Iman once the haze of his own avoidance lifted. The two of them were doing a lot of the heavy lifting with trying to get either of them to see the light, but both were stubborn.

Well, no. Charles was stubborn. Iman was just dealing with a man who was in relationships with others.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Do not tell me you are a light weight now?” Pierre asks as he sits beside him.

“I’ve barely had this drink.”

“Ah, so you still haven’t said anything. Must I do it for you?”

There’s a playful expression on Pierre’s face and Charles knows that he’d never do that to him, but he still levels him with a glare. All that does is cause the Frenchman to laugh and Charles is tired of his laughter. He feels like a mess, and no one is helping him out. Well, they are, but not in the way he needs. There feels like there is no answer.

And he feels like a child. Incapable of communicating his feelings when it should be so easy to say or do so when he has the words in his arsenal. His previous relationships alone should be the perfect insight on how to handle things, but even that doesn’t feel right. Doesn’t feel good enough for Iman. Another thing that’s driving him up the wall because he believes all his ex-girlfriends were treated with such care when approaching the subject and yet he knows that isn’t the truth. Not even the reality of the other, outside, reasons for his hesitation are enough to not feel a little bad about that.

In his small spiral he’s tuned Pierre out and a slap to the arm brings his attention back to the Frenchman, who is rolling his eyes at him. Even Kika looks a little disappointed in him and that does not help Charles with his current turmoil at all.

“All this not listening, tsk. If you paid attention, you’d know what needs to be done,” Pierre says.

“I…”

Before he can even begin to defend himself or tell his friend that all the advice everyone has given is bad, Kika has pulled him off the couch and they abandon Charles for the other side of their VIP area.

A huff escapes him, and he takes a sip from his glass, debating if he should drink the whole thing and order another. Or multiple. He knows doing that isn’t wise of him though, he might just blurt out what he wants to say and that feels even worse than all the floundering he’s doing to find the right thing to say. He can’t handle the level of embarrassment that such a thing will bring.

As if he isn’t already embarrassed since almost everyone on the grid has something to say on the matter and sees how much of a mess he is about the situation. Zhou even told him to get it together, in much nicer language than that.

Another sip, another sigh.

Then the bench he’s sitting on shifts. Charles turns his head and sees Lewis. In an instant his heart begins to race. And it’s not helped by Lewis not even glancing in his direction.

“Just do it,” Lewis says.

“What?”

“Talk to her.”

“I don’t…”

Lewis levels him with a look that shuts him up. He knows that there was an excuse about to come out of his mouth and that Lewis knows it too. Charles promised himself he’d stop talking himself out of reaching out to Iman in the way that he wants. And while at a club where she’s the slightest bit tipsy - and so is he - isn’t where he imagined if he doesn’t do it now, he’ll keep putting off not doing it. And then she may no longer be available.

That last thought comes in as he notices a group of men hyping up one of them and pointing in her direction. They’re all trying to be subtle, but every time she glances in their direction it’s so obvious, they were looking with the way they try to appear like they weren’t.

The one who clearly was the chosen one to talk to her squared his shoulders and took a breath. Charles is out of his seat and by Iman’s side in an instant. His fingers caressed her arm until they took hold of her elbow. The grip was gentle and didn’t showcase any of the jealousy he feels. At least he hopes it doesn’t.

Iman turns to him and though she’s smiling as she does, it brightens when she looks at him. Charles is sure he forgets how to think for a second and his own bright smile forms.

“Hi,” she says.

There’s an excitement to it as if she hadn’t seen him at all tonight.

“Hi.”

Inside Charles' head there is a repeated chant to keep calm. Maintain a coolness that he’s usually very sure he has, but not at this moment.

“Finally want to have some fun, Sharl? I thought you were going to sit there all night like some stuffy old man with his precious bourbon.”

“I am not stuffy. Or old.”

She pulls a face that further offends him, but not so much that he doesn’t remark on how beautiful she looks even now.

“You sure?”

Charles scoffs. “Dance with me.”

“What?” she sputters.

“Dance with me. Come on the floor and dance with me. I will show you how I am not stuffy.”

Gob smacked is the word Charles would use to describe Iman as the seconds tick by. His nerves are heightening out of fear that she plans to reject him, but he also finds it cute. With a shake of her head, he watches her pull it together. There are questions in her eyes, but she completely turns so her body faces him and smirks. It’s cocky and a little mischievous.

“Can’t waltz here.”

“I know how to dance in a club.”

“Okay.”

Not wanting to risk her saying no, Charles’ hand slips from her elbow to her hand. His fingers thread with her’s and he leads her away from those she was talking to out down the stairs out of VIP. On their way they pass the group of men who all look unsure if they want to glare or turn their focus on figuring out how to get pictures with Charles. He’s very familiar with men who are upset with him for “stealing” a girl but can’t help but be a fan of him. He’s not so full of himself that he thinks that with all of them, but there are many who often fit into that category.

He throws them a smile as they pass and head to the dance floor.

Most clubs they go to tend to have people milling around and very little dancing being done. A picture of how far the clubs and parties he saw on TV and heard stories about had changed. It made them a bit boring, but Charles didn’t really know a scene like that so him missing that time period wasn’t as strong as someone who lived it up in the 00s and 10s.

It also meant he had limited experience knowing how to party. At least in the way Iman does. She spoke of the fun times with friends and her brother at parties and clubs that were focused on the music and dancing part of things. So, despite her being a few years younger than him, she knew what the hell she was doing.

But he wouldn’t let that stop him.

The moment they find space Iman begins dancing, joy dancing across her features and a glint of challenge in her eye. She’s seen Charles dance at places like this and she knows he only has a couple things in his arsenal, but he wants to prove her wrong.

For a second, he stands there, a slight sway to his body. He watches her like he’d watch a driver practicing. Taking in her every move and of those around them. Then he moves with her, matching her energy. It’s awkward and he feels that deep in his bones, but as time ticks on he finds comfort. Or he simply stops caring about being awkward.

His eyes are intently on Iman because he can’t look away from her even if he tries, but also because he wants to see the shift in her eyes. She goes from sure that he’ll back down or not keep up and to a sprinkle of shock and happiness.

She wants to dance with him. That is what he’s sure of and it makes him all the more certain that he needs to continue out of his comfort zone.

They dance back to back songs and he does his best to keep up with Iman. There are moments where he feels very out of place and he catches the eye of Max who gives him a thumbs up, but also laughs at him. That makes him want to leave the premises immediately, but he stays. He continues dancing as if he has zero cares in the world other than having this time with Iman and the voice that reminds him that this will probably end up on the internet tomorrow is too faint for him to think too much about.

Pierre glides through at some point, making them both throw back three rounds of shots before he takes his place a few feet away to dance with Kika.

The vibe of the music changes and the crowd goes crazy. It’s more on par with what Charles is used to with the DJ friendships he has, and it puts him back in his comfort zone. He strays from the way Iman is dancing and goes into something that is more jumping than anything. And she matches that energy.

Despite knowing that she prefers a different way, Iman has changed to match his energy. To give him space to be more at ease. A louder voice in his head says that he’s making the action too large, but he knows Iman. She’s usually the vibe setter and everyone else gravitates to what she’s doing. Not the other way around.

A smile so wide it hurts forms on his lips, and he feels sure about things. More certain than he has since he first pulled his head out of his ass.

The fun he was having amplifies and soon enough it’s all their friends just bouncing and dancing around and screaming the lyrics to any song that lasts long enough for them to figure out the words.

It’s some of the best fun Charles has had this season so far.

The DJ stops playing so many intense songs back to back and it gives Charles time to catch his breath. He’s sweaty in a way he doesn’t love, and his chest is moving rapidly, but he’s happy. Despite the dip in the club’s vibe, he’s still feeling like he’s on a high.

In front of him Iman says something, but the DJ and crowd are so loud he can’t hear her. Charles leans closer to hear her better.

“Can we take a br…”

A body slams into Charles from behind and it sends him into Iman, who is also stumbling due to someone next to them tripping into her a little. Charles is able to regain balance, but being hit on two sides doesn’t do Iman any favors and she begins to fall back. Without a thought his arms are around her and he’s pulling her into his chest. Because of her reaction time she flails a little not realizing he’s stabilized them and then looks at him with a bashful expression after hitting him in the side.

“Sorry,” she mouths.

“It’s okay.”

With her still in his arms Charles looks around for the culprit and sees a man who looks deeply apologetic behind him. From the frozen group of men, a little farther back Charles figures out they must have pushed him harder than expected and that set off a domino effect. When they notice Charles looking at them, they shake off their daze and utter multiple apologies before scurrying off.

Shaking his head, he turns to look at Iman again. She wears an amused expression and he’s grateful that the incident hasn’t ruined her mood. It hasn’t seemed to catch the attention of anyone except those close enough to deal with the fall out, but they’ve all returned to minding their business.

“Idiots everywhere,” Iman says.

Charles laughs softly. “You would think their parents raised them better.”

“You would.”

The smile on Iman’s face as she says it entrances Charles. He loves it when she smiles and this one is just as pretty as the others, but it does something to him. His eyes flicker from her lips to her eyes and after a moment he notices that she’s doing the same.

Do it. The voice in his head says.

Not even thinking to fight it, he tilts his head down. He hears the catch of breath in Iman’s throat, but she doesn’t move away so he continues until his lips touch hers. They’re as soft as he imagined and the feel of finally getting to kiss them drowns away any doubt he’s had. Which only makes him continue kissing her. He’s gentle and slow and he wants to keep it that way. This is a first step, but then Iman presses closer. She pulls away for a moment and then deepens the kiss, moving at a heightened pace.

Charles can barely think of anything but kissing her. He could look like all those couples he makes snide remarks about being one second away from public sex, but he wouldn’t care, not even a little bit.

It’s unclear how long they stay that way, but it can go on for much longer if he has it his way. Which he knows he can’t.

They pull away, chests rising and falling at the pace they were when they’d danced for who knows how long. The part of him that feels like he’s messed up flutters to the surface, but he doesn’t really feel it. More than anything he’s sure that he’s finally found the right course of action.

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C'mon Weiss, you really gonna let Blake monopolize that fat, hairy cock of Yang's? When you're just as thicc if not thiccer than her? When your fat, wobbly, pale ass shows those nice hard smacks better than her? You're no pillow princess like Blake, so get to twerking that booty on his dick and slurping down that cock like your life depends on it.

Weiss huffed as the two lovebirds sat next to each other, or should she say Blake sat on top of their shared blonde teammate, no doubt grinding her famously fat rear against the muscular brawler as if no one knew what she was doing. And Yang, that brute.. That handsome, gorgeous, tall, masculine brute, ate it up.

Weiss pouted as she pushed around her food with a fork. She was not jealous, she was.. Simply lamenting the fact that Yang became Blake's partner over her, instead Weiss was stuck with his younger sister.. She wondered just how different things would have been should he have found her first, wondered if she'd be the one wiggling her butt against his-

"Shh, we can't~ I've gotta do some special mission with Ruby tonight~" Weiss snapped out of her daze as Blake whispered out a giggle, trying to push the man's exploring hands out of her skirt.

"Ugh, but that means I gotta be alone with the Ice Queen, can't we just sneak out and go to a hotel?" Yang wasn't nearly as quiet, uncaring that the rest of the school knew he was plowing the famously bottom heavy Blake.

"No, last time we did Ruby nearly drowned me in sad puppy dog eyes; Besides, Weiss has been doing.. Better.. She's trying, who knows, you might have fun."

Weiss winced, she'd been.. A little entitled..

"Fuck, fine, but once you get back I'm going to bend you over and-"

"Shhh!!" Blake shoved her hand against his mouth, even as she tried to act like she wasn't looking forward to what he was saying.

Weiss knew all of this, she wasn't eve sure why she was listening. Tonight, Weiss and Yang would be alone in their room, for an entire weekend. Just her, and the massive, handsome, disheveled beast of a teammate.. The pang of guilt took alight in her chest and she recounted her plan, but the jolt of heat and pleasure between her thighs was stronger.

"Ladybug solo adventure!!" Ruby cheered to her left, she was excited, a chance to better know the girl who was banging dating her older Brother, no doubt she saw it as a chance to get closer to Blake as a team leader and friend as well.

"Hurray." Weiss didn't care, she counted the seconds the two were gone, as a matter of fact, fighting her blush as she thought more about her plan.. No, she was going to go through with it, no backing down now.

"Don't sound so excited Snow Angel, I might think you're in love with me!" Yang's sarcastic remark cut through her thoughts, mistaking her disinterest in Ruby's personal friendships for a lack of interest in being alone with him. How wrong he was.

"I'm simply looking forward for some alone time in a quieter room than normal." She said diplomatically. No need to show her hand now, not when she was so close.

"It's gonna be real quiet alright," Yang grinned, and Weiss knew what was coming next, preparing herself mentally to not blush and squeeze her thighs together excitedly. "Once I'm done blowing your back out and all our neighbors hear your pretty singing voice!"

"Ugh, really?" Blake rolled her eyes. No matter what Blake did, she could never make him stop making such sexual jokes to their females friends, or Weiss herself.

"Classy. Not even going to buy me dinner first? How brutish." Weiss rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to ask him to fuck her brains out over the cafeteria table.

"Nah, the cheapest girls are usually the ones you gotta pay for!"

Why does he think she said it?! She'll be his cheap fucking whore!

"Yaaaaaannggg!!!" Ruby yelled and whined, her face, well, ruby red as she pulled her hood up over her face to hide her eyes. "I don't wanna think about you doing.. stuff to our friends!!"

"Alright, we should go, come on Ruby, we've gotta go pack our bags." Blake was quick to act, glaring at Yang's grinning face as she escorted the still red and hiding young Rose away by her hand, no doubt trying to draw attention away from the fact that he was doing stuff to Blake as well.

"Yeah yeah, I'll talk to you later tonight on scroll, 'kay? I'm gonna go get some late training in, gotta blow off some steam without you around!"

""Yang!!"" The two yelled in frustration and embarrassment and hurried away from the curious eyes of the dinner rush.

"Welp, looks like it's just you and me now, Ice Queen!" Yang laughed and brushed his fingers through his long golden hair, pushing it back and out of his face in a perfectly messy way. Weiss wanted to sit on that gorgeously infuriating face. "Or it will be, after I get back from training!"

"Yes, well, I have some things I need to do before tonight as well, so I wish you luck on whatever it is you wish to learn tonight." Weiss wanted nothing more than to see his muscles ripple and burn as he worked out, but she had plans, and plans needed preparation.

"Haha! Wear something cute for me tonight, will ya?" Yang winked playfully, pushing away from the table, "I'll need somewhere to blow off some steam after all!"

Weiss knew he was just joking, it was just what he did, he'd even smack a girl's butt if he thought he could get away with it.. Nora was the usual victim, the ditzy girl didn't seem to mind at all, she took the joke at face value, even Pyrrha got it once, she turned into a blushing mess.. Even his younger sister wasn't safe from the adventurous hands of Yang Xiao Long..

"Maybe I will." Weiss started, trying to keep her straight face, even as Yang's eyes widened at the apparent seriousness of her offer. "I'll wear something.. appropriately inappropriate, and in exchange you don't tell a soul, and keep yourself quiet for the weekend. What do you say?"

Weiss's heart raced, she could feel her cheeks heating up, telling the amateur model directly she would dress like a slut for him was step one, but one of the hardest.. But she saw it, that glint in his eyes, a red blooded stud who couldn't say no to a little eye candy, especially from one of his gorgeous friends.

"Seriously? Do you even own something "inappropriate?"" Yang grinned, fishing for details already, clearly excited at the idea. "Got something that shows your ankles, Princess~?"

Yang mocked, but she had to double down, no turning back, Weiss stood up from her seat, and sashayed around to his side of the table with a serious, albeit blushing, look, putting some extra sway to her surprisingly wide hips. No turning back. Getting right up to him, she stood at chest height, looking up at him with a challenge in her eyes and her hands on her hips.

"'I've got something that shows much more than that Xiao Long," She pushed her finger into his steel hard chest, not moving his solid frame a single inch. "But I won't say another word until you promise it'll be a secret between us."

She could see it, he was curious AND hungry to see it, it made her feel sexy as hell, and as his grin grew, she knew she just crossed step one of her plan.

"Deal." He practically growled, looking down at her like a lion looking at a lamb. "Guess I'll be seeing you tonight than, Princess~"

She wanted to drop to her knees right there before he walked passed her right side, her legs almost giving as she relaxed a little, her shoulders almost slumping as the-

"Aaah~!!" Weiss covered her mouth with shock and embarrassment as the tall roguish stud turned quickly and gave her plump pale ass a nice meaty smack as he passed, winking devilishly at her as she whipped her head around to look at him.

"That's a cute reaction, I'm gonna love hearing more~" Yang turned and walked away nonchalantly, as if he didn't just find another girl he could grope and spank and get away with it.

He must have thought he just embarrassed her in front of the whole school, that he's now allowed to give her butt a good smack whenever he feels like, just like Nora, or Blake.. He probably didn't realize she nearly came and had her own juices trailing down her thighs..

Gods.. She was going to make that man destroy her~

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Yang grinned and winked at the gawking ladies he passed by in the halls and on his way to his dorm, his shirt gone, a towel around his neck, sweat dripping down her muscular body and a gym bag on his hand. He worked hard to look this good, no amount of Blake getting jealous and possessive was gonna stop him from flaunting what he got~

But surprisingly, this time he wasn't as focused on the babes wanting to ride him like a horse, instead, he found himself actually excited to see Weiss! It was a shock for him too, but with the promise of seeing the pretty princess in some cute little outfit, Yang figured only one of two things was gonna happen next

One; Yang was gonna find Weiss chickened out and he gets to have fun mocking her relentlessly till the girls get back.

Or two; Her version of something "inappropriate" was something normal chicks wear on a hot day, in which case he gets to mock her relentlessly about it.

Yang snickered and wondered which it would be as he pulled his scroll free from his basketball shorts, his massive bulge clearly visible even soft and running down his thigh.. Maybe that's what the girls were staring at? He chuckled. Whatever.

His scroll beeped as the lock turned and he pushed the door open, eyes immediately darting across the room to find his prize, but to no avail, just some bottles of lotion or whatever sat on Weiss' bed there.

"Ah fuck, did she chicken out that hard?" He said out loud, throwing his bag onto Blake's bed.

"I'll be out in just a second!" He heard from the restroom door. Ah, more waiting.

"Hurry up Princess, this is supposed to be a reason for me to stay quiet, not yell through the door!" Yang slammed the front door shut behind him and plopped heavily down onto Weiss' bed, just to annoy her, ready to take a long shower once the pretty princess finally got out.. of.. the..

Yang's lilac eyes shot open as wide as dinner plates as the door opened and out walked the usually conservatively dressed heiress in nothing but the most intricately designed yet gorgeously slutty lingerie he'd ever seen in his life, long black thigh high stockings held up her plump, pale, meaty thighs by a garter belt, passed a pair of extremely sheer black panties that did nothing to hide Weiss' perfectly smooth and pale quim from his roaming eyes.

The black garter belt around her thin waist only accentuated her shockingly wide hips and slim stomach, his eyes drinking in every single detail hungrily as they roamed even further up to her sheer black bra, the thin black lace didn't cover her small, adorable, pink little nipples either, her pale skin clashing against the black perfectly as even her small breasts looked absolutely delicious behind the thin sheen of sheer fabric.

The blush across Weiss' gorgeous, makeup touched up face looked as beautiful as it did adorable, she looked away, a small half pout as her eyes darted to him and back to the most interesting corner of the room in the world, her plump lips looking glossy, pink, and oh so tasty, the thin black choker wrapped around her thin neck looking so perfectly placed even as the long, literally see through black lace robe cascaded down her lithe but curvy body.

Yang couldn't keep the beast between his legs from throbbing at the shocking sight, his eyes so drawn to every intricate and beautiful sultry curve that he almost missed the tall black high heels. 'Fuck me' heels, he called them..

"W-Well, how do I look?" Weiss stuttered, and Yang almost missed it as he imagined folding the dainty yet evidently thicc Princess like a fucking pretzel and fucking her over every single surface in this fucking room.

"Fuck.." Yang was not known for his elegant way with words, that's for sure, but he knew even if he was, words would not be able to accurately describe just how viciously he wanted to wreck the little Heiress like a fucking sextoy.

"I-I.." Weiss looked shy, it was so cute it hurt, so shy and submissive, like he'd never seen the usually strong willed and bitchy girl before. So defenseless..

"I know my breasts aren't that big, b-but," The girl started, almost hesitating but looking like she was on a mission. Yang wondered how much she had planned of this little show. "But I'm actually just as big, b-back here, as Blake~"

That little smile was almost enough to distract him from how she suddenly stepped closer and turned around, hooking her robe out of the way, as if it wasn't as clear as a tinted window, to show off just how FAT the Princess' pillowy cheeks were. Two perfectly round, plump, planetary globes of pale wobbly booty meat sat inches from Yang's face, two mountainous balls of dough bigger than his head in nothing but a tiny, black, seductive little black thong..

Dare he say.. Bigger than Blake's..

He's not sure how he never noticed, but he guessed that fluffy skirt and skirt liner did well enough to hide the fucking dumptruck Weiss has been hauling around.

"Holy fuckin' shit.." Jesus fuckin' Christ, Yang was hard as steel, his foot long cock tenting his thin shorts easily, and he couldn't even hope to hide the fact that the famously icy queen of Beacon had him throbbing.

"Wh.. What's the matter, not gonna smack it th-this time~?" Weiss tried so hard to seem like she was teasing him, but that stutter and needy look in her eye gave it away easily. Weiss Schnee was dressed like a high class slut, practically begging him to smack her ass..

"Is that what you want~?" The words left his mouth before he could catch them "Want me to smack this fat, slutty ass~?" Blake's face crossed his vision for just a second before that massive meaty ass filled it once again, his hands reaching up to yank her by the hips close to him, practically making her bend over in his face.

"Y-Yes~" Weiss practically squeaked it out, begging. "Y-Yes Sir, p-please smack my fat, slutty ass~" She was beat red and biting her lip so gorgeously, those words out of Weiss' mouth made him want to pin her face down and break her goddamn bed. She was such a proper, pristine little lady, hearing her call herself a slut for him made him wild.

With a harsh, quick, meaty smack, Yang's hand slapped down on that pale, bouncy cheek, and his fingers sunk into her doughy, soft, pillowy flesh like a cloud, gripping firmly to feel just how soft it was in his hand, how warm her flesh was against his, and he just couldn't stop his other hand from clapping down on her other cheek, mauling the flesh like two giant balls of warm, fresh dough.

"A-Aaah~ Y-Yes~ Y-Your hands are so strong, a-and rough~" He could see her dripping sex through her sheer black panties, so close.. Her knees shaking, her breathy, labored gasps as he groped and molested her fat ass like a stress toy.. "M-More~ I-I'll be a good girl for you, S-Sir~"

"I never knew you were such a needy whore," He growled, by accident, not even knowing he said it out loud before it was too late, but he meant it. "A closet whore waiting for us to be alone~ You naughty little slut~" He emphasized the last word with a nice harsh smack once again, watching the Princess cake ripple and jiggle in his hands for a few seconds from the slap.

"A-Aah~! Y-Yes, I'm your little naughty slut~ I-I trained this wh-whole time for you, D-Daddy~" She was scared to say the word, he could tell, but she wanted him to accept it so bad, not scare him away. That's okay, he liked it. The fourth vicious smack was to show that. "F-Fuuck~! I know you like.. A-Anal the most, s-so I learned how for you~ I-I know she would never let you, b-but I will~"

The little part of his brain whispering Blake's name was getting louder, but he was only getting harder, more hungry. It was screaming her name, but all he could focus on was how he grabbed those weighty cheeks a spread them open to show off the absolutely tiny strip of black fabric just barely hiding her adorably small pink pucker, the edges of her hole peaking out the sides.

Fuck he wanted to fuck that slutty little hole so fucking bad.

Blake's face flashed across his mind once again.

"F-Fuck, W-Weiss.." Yang reluctantly pried his hands off of Weiss' fat ass, much to her disappointment. "I-I can't.. Blake.. I-I.." Yang put one hand over his face, every fiber of his mind was screaming no, but every fiber of his body was screaming yes.

Yang ripped his hand from his face the second he felt the amazingly pillowy soft twin cushions of Weiss' bubble booty meatily plop down into his lap, right down on his still diamond hard cock, sandwiching his massive bulge between two oven hot pale globes of flesh that still had his red handprints on them. He growled and grabbed the Heiress' thin waist, he's not even sure if it was to push her away, or to pull her firmer against his lap.

"Fuuuuuck!" The feeling was insane, she was so small, but so thicc and meaty, so juicy and plump, he could feel his resolve, already weak, slipping away as she looked back with those gorgeous blue eyes, needy, pleading, begging him to not say no to her.

"P-Please! I-I'll be a good girl for you, D-Daddy!" Weiss pleaded, so close, she wanted him so bad, he could see it, he could feel it, he could hear it, fuck, he wanted her so bad too. The thin robe fell from her dainty shoulders revealing her creamy, perfectly smooth skin, skin he wanted to taste, to bite, to mark, her neck, her shoulders. Fuck.

"I-I said you're only allowed to see me like this if you never told a soul! That means y-you can't tell Blake!" Weiss' almost had tears in her eyes as she pleaded with him to continue, holding his wrists that held her hips. Slowly, she started rocking her wide, slutty hips back and forth, grinding her giant doughy cheeks up and down Yang's cock through his shorts, slowly, but firmly. "She doesn't need to know, it can be j-just between us~ I'll be Daddy's n-naughty little slut~"

"Fuuuuck, Weiss.." Yang groaned from his chest, it felt so fucking good, her ass was like it was made to wrapped around his cock, the warmth, the softness, he was dripping precum already just from her rubbing that ass in his lap.

Weiss looked back at him while biting her lip so lewdly, so needfully it hurt, he could feel how badly she wanted him, how firm her grinding was getting, the feeling of her moist sex against his bulge was growing more and more, and as she grabbed his knees and changed her position, he could only throw his head back with a grunt before enjoying the sight unfolding in his lap.

Weiss' small, firm grinding slowly turned to bouncing, to jiggling, to twerking her planet like globes of pale white, creamy flesh like a fucking pro on his cock. He had no idea where she learned how to twerk like she belonged in a rap music video, but the little Princess was throwing her ass back like he was showering ones on her bubble booty.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ- GRR!!" That ass felt so fucking good twerking on his cock, looked even better as that Heiress threw her ass in a circle for him, those plump, ripe, rippling globes of flesh bouncing and wobbling like two massive waterbeds on his cock through his shorts. "W-Weiss, how do you- NNNGG!!"

"Hah, hah, a-anything for you, D-Daddy~" Weiss loved every second of his reactions, she lived for it, she could feel him throbbing between her asscheeks as she twerked her ass like a slut. "I-I've seen you stare at Nora, a-and beg Blake to learn, but she always told you it was degrading~"

Weiss leaned forward, giving him an even better view of those garters squishing her jiggling booty meat like waterballoons, that massive set of cheeks so huge he could use her ass like a pillow. "S-So I had Nora teach me~ A-Anything for you, D-Daddy~ I'Il twerk like a whore~ A-And be Daddy's little anal slut~"

With an extra strong bounce of those massive sultry hips, Yang watched with a cock so hard it hurt when her cheeks started gently clapping together around his cock bulge, meaty claps of sweaty flesh on flesh sounded and he could only grip her hips for dear life as he watched that pillowy Princess booty clap like a cheap whore's.

He couldn't help it, Blake's face became fuzzier, he could only see those clapping cheeks, he thrusted up into those mounds, grinding against them and yanking her hips back, giving them a nice meaty smack once again and leaving his handprint on her porcelain white skin.

"You wanna be Daddy's anal slut?" He snarled, smacking her other cheek and making her squeal, but she kept twerking. "Wanna drain my fucking balls with this fat slutty ass?" He couldn't stop the words, fuck, it was so wrong.

"Y-Yes~! I wanna be Daddy's anal c-cumdumpster, use me whenever Blake won't let you~! A-Anything she won't do, I will~!" Weiss could cum right there with the friction, but she held on, she knew there was so much more to do.

"Anything?" He growled, it filled his head with ideas, ideas Blake would never do, things he could imagine Weiss doing eagerly, horrible, nasty, slutty things.

"A-Anything Daddy~!" Looking back, Weiss' eyes strayed from him to his left, the bottle of lotion, she grabbed it suddenly, reaching back but going straight back into position twerking her ass. He was curious.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy, I looked through your scroll, I-I had to get an edge on her~" Weiss popped the cap open and reached behind her, squeezing the bottle hard, and suddenly Yang's eyes shot open, and he felt his cock grow an angry inch in length.

"B-Blake said it was objectifying~ B-But I wanna be Daddy's s-sex object~" Oil squirted out lewdly all over Weiss' pale flesh, covering her ass and thighs in the slick, shiny liquid as she reached back and rubbed it all over every single inch of her ass and thighs, leaving her sexxed up and shiny like a fucking pornstar.

"P-Pull it out, Daddy~ P-Please~ I wanna show you what a good l-little slut I can be~" Weiss' cheeks clapped loudly as her twerking continued, louder, meatier, more wet as two oiled up cheeks met with wet slaps of flesh on flesh.

Yang watched, hypnotized by the sight of those oiled up fuckpillows wobbling like jello inches from his cock, her words almost didn't register, but every single step got worse and worse for him, just spanking turned to just grinding, to just twerking, to just words, just looking, but fuck, he needs to just feel it once.

Yang slowly pulled his shorts down with shaky hands, the massive, throbbing, angry prick sprung free like a coiled steel rod in the presence of that fat ass, slapping down meatily on her asscheek and making her squeal. Fuck, it was already so warm, so soft, so slick..

He could see the fire of need light in her eyes when she saw his cock, she was so fucking needy for him, he couldn't resist even as the rational part of him was strangling him and screaming Blake's name.

Blake wasn't here, and even if she was, she wouldn't be doing this for him.

"D-Daddy's cock~! I-It's so big~!" Weiss stared back in shock and awe at the massive spire of cock, a bitch breaker, and she was the bitch, his curly mess of blonde pubes was wild and sweaty from training, and she looked like she was hungry for it. He always thought Weiss seemed unnaturally okay with his after training smell, while Blake hated it.

"Ghaaaa fuuuck!!" Yang grit his teeth in pure pleasure as Weiss suddenly dropped those hefty, meaty, weighty fucking planetary spheres of pure cushion and jiggle right down on his sensitive cock, trapping his dick between those fucking cheeks like a oil slicked, extra hot, slippery, rippling onahole.

"Daddy's cock~! Y-Yes~! It's so hot~! Th-Thank you Daddy, I'll show you I'll be y-your slutty cumdump~!" Weiss wasted no time twerking her slutty birthing hips like a cheap whore, like a star of a music video, like he paid her to twerk like a stripper right there on his cock, the oil slick asscrack of that slutty little princess was so hot, so warm, so soft and tight, it wasn't fair.

Hefty asscheeks slapped and clapped down on his pelvis with every bounce, lines of oil from her fat pale ass attached to his balls and hips, every single inch of his foot long womb wrecker was getting jerked and milked just by Weiss' asscrack, the tip of his massive cock peaking out the top of her cleft to squirt precum every single bounce, not only slick with oil, but sweat as the heat ramped up and he could see her panting and twerking like her life depended on it.

"Fuuuckk!! You dirty fucking whore!! Twerk your fat ass!! I'm gonna fuck you like the naughty little slut you fucking are!!" It felt too good, Yang snarled and snapped, finally embracing it, smacking Weiss' fucking cheeks red just to feel them jiggle and ripple around his dick, thrusting into her twerking cheeks, yanking her back into his cock.

"Y-Yes~! Please fuck me Daddy~! Please fuck my slutty ass~! I need Daddy's cock so bad~!" Countless hours of imagining Blake twerking her ass, covering it in oil, shaking it on his dick.. He couldn't eve remember what her body looked like now, it was only Weiss, he could only see Weiss twerking, only see Weiss' fat ass covered in oil.. Only see him getting balls deep in Weiss' asshole..

He couldn't take it, he needed it, fuck it. It's Blake's fault, if she wasn't so fucking boring he wouldn't.. Whatever.

"Come here you fucking whore!! You stupid cock hungry slut!! You wanna be used like a fleshlight?! You'll be my personal fat assed anal slut fleshlight!!" Yang's eyes boiled red, his hair was on fire, he couldn't hold back, he grabed Weiss' ponytail like a fucking handlebar, smacked her ass as hard as he could, and pushed both of them up and standing, easy for him, he was twice her size, more than strong enough.

"Aaah~! Yes~! I wanna be Daddy's anal slut fleshlight~!!" She looked so happy, hearts in her eyes, like she was living her fucking dream even as he yanked her across the room by her ponytail, her fat ass still jiggling with every clack oh her high heels as she desperately tried to follow, still shining with oil as he threw her face down, ass up.. Onto Blake's bed.

"Come on than Butt Slut, spread your fuckin' ass for it!! Spread your ass for cock you worthless whore!!" He mounted up behind her, smacked his foot long cock between her cheeks and smacked her ass again, fuck he loved watching it jiggle.

Weiss only squealed excitedly as she reached back with both hands, hooking one finger into her thong and spreading her massive perfectly round cheeks wide apart, spreading her asshole for him, biting the pillow and looking back so lovingly.

"Fuck me~!! Fuck me~!! Fuck my ass~!!" Her voice was muffled, but he didn't care, grabbing his cock, he pressed his lubed and oil slick cock against that adorable, tiny, pink little hole like he owned it. The tip pressed so firmly the little ring of muscle just barely gave way, stretching slowly around the helm of his cock while Weiss slowly groaned and squealed in delight beneath him, but no, she belonged t him now, and he didn't do slow.

"HNNNNGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH~!!!"

One butally hard thrust was all it took to slam his fucking cock home into that fat ass with a loud, wet, meaty clap of his hips against her cheeks, so hard the bed smashed against the wall behind the, Weiss screamed so loud he knew everyone 6 rooms over heard it clear as day. He didn't fucking care, the feeling of her asshole clamped down on his cock was everything he imagined and more, the heat, the tightness, the feeling of owning this Pretty Princess Fuckmeat completely, he couldn't hold back, even as his balls clenched, he couldn't cum yet, not until he fucked this bitch so hard she won't walk for a fucking week.

"Aha Ah Ah AH AH AH A H AH AHA A H A H AH AHAH AHAHAAAAH~!!!!!" Yang's tempo was vicious, violent, brutal, he wanted to fucking break that slutty anal fuckhole, he wanted to break her and ruin her with just his cock, he fucked her so goddamn hard there was a hole in the wall from the bed after the third thrust!

Loud clapping so harsh and brutal filled the room he knew he would get looks tomorrow, he didn't care, not when his little whore Princess needed her asshole fucking broken!! Weiss clawed the sheets as she desperately kicked, and squirmed, and thrashed in the bed from the pleasure of being used like a fleshlight, her eyes rolling up in her head while her tongue hung out as she was fucked stupid. He didn't care, he held her in place for her fucking anal wrecking, using her hair like a bitch handle he yanked her fat ass back onto his dick, smacked her fat fucking cheeks every few thrusts, slam fucked that pristine little pink fuckhole so hard he could see tears pouring down her face, but he didn't care. She asked to be his anal fleshlight, that's what she is.

"FUCK!! Say it you stupid whore!! You fucking walking fleshlight!!" SMACK!! "Say it cumdumpster!!" Yang snarled and spat as he grabbed the princess' arms in his and yanked her torso up off the thoroughly wrecked and ruined bed, her entire body bouncing and rocking violently as he continued his vicious tempo of clapping her cheeks like a wild animal.

"I'M DADDY'S BUTT SLUT FUCKDOLL~!!! PLEASE BREAK MY ASSHOLE DADDY~!!! AAAAHHHH AHA AHAN A AH A NAHA NAA~!!!" Weiss could barely remember her name, her entire body dripped with sweat, her massive, shiny, oiled ass clapped, jiggled, bounced, rippled, and smacked against his viciously brutal pelvis, it was a nonstop onslaught of he slam fucking her asshole like he hated her!

Weiss breasts, small as they were, bounced with every clap against her mountainous, gelatinous planets of pale flesh, she could barely hold on, she came over and over again in just the first few minutes of him wrecking her asshole ! The hole in the wall was the size of her head now, she knocked the lamp and shattered it across the ground as she thrashed and tried to hold onto anything for dear life.

Yang snarled and growled with every single clap of her cheeks, smacking her fat ass and leaving her pale cheeks red and sore as he reached towards her face and hooked his fingers into her mouth, mounting up and planting his feet on the bed in a bulldog position, doubling his already violent anal fucking to to something that Weiss is only holding onto a thread by, she can only sit there like a good set of holes and be used by her Daddy, even as he sinks his teeth into her neck and shoulder, using her like nothing but a piece of meat to get off with.

"DADDY~!! DADDY~!! AAHGGHAAAA~!!! B-BREAK MY HOLE DADDY~!!!" Weiss loved this so much, she dreamed of this, she belonged to her Daddy now, his personal cumdumpster anal fleshlight! He could feel her cum nonstop, he just wanted her to break and never turn back into that bitchy ice queen again, she's his personal fuckdoll now! He'll buy her a collar and leash! Smacking her ass again he yanks her hair back again to make her look him in the eye, she was so broken, sweat dripped down their bodies as the blistering hot room reached a peak, he wanted to break her completely, he needed to! He-

The ringtone blasted from his gym bag still there on the bed inches from Weiss's head, he looked up for just a second as the ringtone range true in his head, the picture of him and Blake cuddling flashing across the screen in front of him as he balls deep rammed Weiss' slutty anal fuckhole so hard he would need to replace Blake's bed before she got back, he'd forgotten she even existed, what she looked like, how fucking boring sex was with her. Looking just up he was filled with rage at his actions, and hers for being so fucking boring.

And his eyes flicked down a few inches to the fucked stupid face of the heiress whore he was ruining so hard he could feel her going limp, her asshole was clamping like a vice, his nuts slapping her cunt while her absolutely massive fucking cheeks clapped against his hips, stilled oiled, wrapped in slutty lingerie, more than Blake had ever fucking done, even on their anniversary, this fucking fleshlight dolled herself up just to be used like a cumdumpster more than Blake ever had!

Yang saw red, his ager turned to pure rage as he suddenly grabbed his scroll and threw it so hard across the room it shattered and left a hole in the wall, he focused everything on Weiss, suddenly slamming her face down into the bed, pinning her down with all his weight as he pinned her wrist down with one hand and wrapped his arm around her neck with the other, Weiss screamed as he reached deeper into her asshole than ever before in a violent prone bone, hooking her legs open with his so she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to, he suddenly jackhammered her asshole so hard and fast Weiss couldn't see straight, she couldn't think, all she could do was scream and squeal and babble to the sounds of him snarling in her ear and her own fat ass' meaty claps around his massive fucking bitch breaking cock!

"DADDYSH COCK~!! HARD, BREAK ME~!!! AGHAAAAAH~!!! M-MORRRRREEEE~!!! PLEASSSSSHHHH~!!! DADDYYYY~!!" Mascara steamed down her face as she went limp and let the much larger man use her body however he wanted, like his personal fleshlight cumdump, her world a blur of meaty clapping and violent rocking as the man so viciously fucked her!

"FUCK!! FUUUCCK!!! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING ANAL WHORE!!!" Yang felt his balls clench as every single frustration slammed into Weiss' little asshole, an hour straight of vicious pounding ending with him suddenly slamming in as deep as he could to pump his cum spurt after hot, stringy, chunky spurt right into her asshole, over, and over, and over again! Cum squirted out around his cock and onto her cheeks, she felt so fucking full and warm, she came over and over to the feeling herself, screaming that absolutely gorgeous voice horse as she was filled to the brim with Daddy's cum!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!"

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"Hello? Yang? What are you doing on Weiss' scroll?" Blake tilted her head, confused after her calls had stopped going through, calling Weiss was an afterthought, but with Yang answering, it only got more strange. "And why are you sweating? And shirtless..?"

"A-Ah, yeah, I really trained my ass off when you guys left, been working on it and lost track of time.. Haha.. And, uh, broke my scroll.." Yang scratched the back of his head, she thought it looked suspicious, but he probably threw it when he go too angry, knowing him.

"Guess you really didn't wanna be alone with Weiss." She joked, just to notice a sudden shift in mood from the man.

"Hey, Weiss is alright, we really bonded once I got back!" He almost snapped at her, but, if they really did actually start getting along, Blake knew Yang was always protective of friends. Must have gone really well.

"Alright, sheesh. Figure you two wouldn't get along so- Wait, is that my bed?! Yang, you're still all sweaty and gross! Ugh, wash the sheets before I get back, I don't want them smelling like your sweat!"

The man's eyes almost darkened, like a sudden realization hit him, but his face didn't show what.

"Fuck, ah, yeah, will do Blake.. Y'know, I gotta go, Weiss is getting out of the shower now, so I'm gonna go hop in."

"gluck gluck gluck gluck~"

"What? What's that noise?"

"Shi- Uh, Zwei is throwing something up I think- Seriously I gotta go I'll talk to you later."

"O-Oh, alright, well, goodnight, have a fun weekend. Love you."

"hggk gluck gluck gluck~"

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, you too. Later."

Blake looked down as the screen suddenly cut to black.. Maybe she shouldn't have been so uppity about the sheets.. She hopes she didn't upset him..

"Fuuuck, choke on it you stupid whore!!" Yang's eyes instantly focused passed the scroll to continue shooting the video he was recording before being interrupted.

"Gluck gluck gluck hggk gluck~!!" Weiss eagerly and frantically throated the mans sweaty, musky, hairy cock like her life depended on it, sucking so loud and messily he was shocked that Blake didn't question it further.

Saliva dripped down Weiss' chin and onto his balls as she desperately swallowed and choked on that massive fucking cock, leaving light pink lipstick smears up and down his cock in rings and kisses all along his cock and balls, eagerly cleaning up her mess after he busted a nut deep into her ass.

Bright blue eyes stared deeply into his, never losing eye contact, and that made him so fucking hard. Blake never even wanted to lick his dick, treated like a chore, but Weiss is worshipping his cock like it's her god.

Mascara streamed down Weiss' face as she went all the way down to the base of Yang's cock, burying her nose in his sweaty, messy pubes and rolling her tongue underneath to lick his sweaty nuts, stray pubes stuck to her plump, glossy lips as she swallowed over and over to milk and massage his cock with her throat muscles.

"Fuck yeaaah, you fucking onahole! Good slut! Don't forget the balls bitch!" Every second was on camera, every second was more than Blake did in their entire relationship, every second made him wanna slap a collar on Weiss and keep her as his personal fuckdoll.

"Hggggkkkkkkhhh~!!! SLUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPP~!!!" Weiss hallowed her cheeks and slurped on his cock HARD as she slowly dragged that 12 inch meastick out of her throat, a perfect blowjob face for the camera and her Daddy, rolling her tongue out right next to his freshly cleaned cock to show it was all gone, every last drop, except for a few pubes on her mouth, lips, and tongue, hooking her mouth open happily and rolling her tongue around for him.

"Daddy's cock is so delicious~!! So musky~!! Daddy smells so gooooood~!!" Weiss was on cloud nine as she suddenly pressed her face and nose into the man's sweat dripping, hairy, musky, steaming hot nuts and huffed and snorted them like her life depended on it. Rubbing her face in his sack before looking up and the man and taking one of the salty nuts into her mouth to start cleaning, sucking, slurping, sloshing, and spitting on every inch before moving onto the next, sucking hard and making sure it was as loud and wet as possible for the camera.

"Gooooddamn!! You're the perfect fucking fleshlight!!" Yang couldn't hold back, he needed one more for the road. Grabbing Weiss' ponytail one more, Yang yanked her head off his nuts with a steamy hot gasp from her mouth and slammed his cock down her throat, recording the whole time as she looked up in glee while he jammed his cock down her throat.

"Gluck GLUck GLUCK GLUCK GLUUUCK GLUUCK~!!" He wasn't as brutal as his first nut in this bitch, but Yang wasn't known for being gentle, his nuts slapped Weiss' chin over and over as saliva and throat slime poured down her face and onto her small tits, loud wet choking and glucking filled the room as he skull fucked the pretty little princess, and she only slurped, sucked, and stayed like a good slut for him to finish~! Recording her with her own scroll~!

Weiss looked so gorgeous with his cock down her throat, he loved it, just the look made him wanna bust a nut, but he had a plan, he needed to do one last thing Blake never let him do..

"Fuck!! Suck harder stupid slut!!" And suck harder she did, even at the expense of her own breath, she slurped on his cock so hard he only had a few seconds to react before yanking his cock free.

"Open you mouth!! Stick out your tongue!!" Weiss looked up, knowing exactly what he wanted, and as he was gonna start stroking his cock, she grabbed it instead, jerking her Daddy off onto her own face as rope after rope of sticky white spunk blasted across her gorgeous, Heiress features, all over her mouth, her tongue, her lips, string after string painting her already pale features offwhite, filling her mouth with cum as one blasted across her eye, but she didn't move, rolling her tongue around instead to mix and churn the chunky seed around her mouth and teeth for the camera, mouth hooked open by one finger, face covered in cum, Weiss loudly and lewdly gargled the cum in her mouth and throat before swallowing loudly, revealing her completely clean mouth right after.

"Th-Hic-Thank you Daddy~" Weiss was so excited to be with her Daddy, it was barely Friday night, and the girls won't be back till Monday morning~

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