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9 months ago

Dark Paradise ♥️

Dark Paradise ♥️

in which your lifelong pining after your older brother’s handsome best friend, Max Verstappen, results in him finally giving you his affections after you hatch a diabolical plan. too bad you had no idea max was far more diabolical than you!! (he can match your freak) 🥺

content includes: PURE DIRTY SMUT LOL, Dubcon, dark!max, drunk reader, innocent virgin reader, manipulation, daddy kink, dirty talk, spit kink, size kink, dom/sub vibes. please do not engage if this is not for you! 18+ MDNI. legitimately this is embarrassing i was bored and horny and ended up writing 5.5k??

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your older brother’s best friend!max has always ignored you even though you’ve had a crush on him since you were little. it didn’t matter that your families had grown up together and you had attended all his karting races since you were a kid, cheering him and your brother on from the sidelines, or that you were always there with your cute smile and pigtails to say you did so good, maxie, next time for sure when he had his rare losses, or when he was 21 and fighting for his first championship and his father’s expectations were heavier than ever and he didn’t have to explain anything to you, who grew up in a household with a father very much like jos and would rub his arm in a comforting way, an understanding look in your eyes everytime he and his dad fought. it all didn’t matter cause despite your constant affections, max still acted like he couldn’t care less about you whenever you saw him, the only thing seemingly on his mind being racing.

except tonight -

tonight, he’s forced to take little innocent virgin!you home after you get too drunk at a party. you’re whining in defeat, cheeks puffed out against your pink lipglossed lips, pouting and all, cuz you had worn the perfect lil outfit in all his favourite colors, your sexy curves on display and makeup done to perfection, just how you knew he liked it from the one time he had complimented it. and you had a plan - to show him that you were all grown up, to make max go crazy over you for once instead - and you were just in the middle of flirting with Cha, innocently fluttering your lashes at the handsome Monegasque driver who had none of max’s coldness and was all to happy to amuse your attentions on him - when your stupid older brother had shown up on the dance floor and demanded max drop you home on his way back to his, putting an early end to your plan to finally make out with the Dutch champion tonight!!

instead of making out with you in a steamy session in a dark club corner that you had imagined, he’s guiding you into his sleek expensive Aston Martin, large hands coming into contact with your perky lil tits and soft waist as he buckles you in, making you moan and giggle sloppily, all the alcohol loosening all your inhibitions and making your deepest fantasies spill out as he settles into the drivers seat, sorryy maxie this just reminds me of a naughty dream i had once with you inside the cockpit of your red bull car

the tall Dutch man is silent as he levels an intense stare at you and reaches his hand up to your face and you gasp, thinking your dream is coming true - only for him to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before turning away and starting the car. you pout, embarrassed, thinking that your plan failed, and are silent for the rest of the ride, your only solace being his warm palm resting on top of your thick thigh, easily wrapping around the width of it.

he helps you out of the car without any prompts, bending down to pick you up and place you over his big shoulder when you stumble in your strappy gold high heels, one hand gently on your ass to secure you. You giggle again as he crossed the threshold into the apartment, giddy from the attention and physical touch you’re getting from him, and you reach down to smack his bum with a drunken laugh.

you feel the front of his chest rumble at your slap and it sends a shiver right in between your legs, to your little pussy which had already started becoming soaked to moment you had seen him across the club that night, in a plain muscle tee which stretched across his broad shoulders and an expression even stormier than usual as his eyes met yours across the club, narrowing as he watched you rub your pretty pink manicured fingers up and down Charles’ biceps.

he sets you down and you blink cuz this isn’t your house, omg maxie is this your penthouse? you’re looking around in awe cause you’ve never been allowed over before. you’re so distracted that you don’t notice the smirk on his face as his ice blue eyes darken looking at you twirling around his living room. he palms his aching cock and thanks whatever fucked up god let him get lucky tonight - just you and him, finally alone - and he knows just how eager you’ve always been to please him. he hasn’t missed the pining, lovesick looks you always shoot him, the jealous stares at his latest model girlfriend of the month. He admits that he never took it seriously at first, seeing you just as a little sister-

but fuck you had come back last summer after finishing college - with your mechanical engineering degree and first class honours to make your father proud - looking like his own personal wet dream. Cute lil perky tits and a juicy ass squeezed into the tightest dresses in pastel florals, highlighting your sun kissed tan skin, with your eyelined wide doe eyes as you gazed up at him completing your innocent look. But he knew firsthand you were anything but innocent when he walked past you sunbathing in your new string bikinis, tits pushed up fully on display with your nose buried in one of your romance novels. He caught a glimpse of a sentence on his way past - he shoved his hot, aching member into her warm heat as she moaned in pleasure and begged him for more, more - making his eyes widen before he smirked, this is the garbage you had always been reading? He knew you weren’t innocent when he was sleeping over in the guest room neighbouring your bedroom and heard your cute little voice moan for him in the dead of the night, maxie please please please i want you, I need it, please maxie make me come accompanied by the quiet buzz of your tiny baby pink bullet vibrator. Fuck, that had been hot. That had been the start of max’s own twisted fantasies about fucking you, owning you, completely corrupting you - that he hadn’t acted on out of loyalty to your brother, out of the expectation that the drivers should only be with models and not with innocent childhood friends who now worked at the Ferrari engineering team. After all, there were plenty of hot girls throwing themselves at his feet and it was easy enough to pick one, fuck them from the back, and pretending it was your sweet innocent face instead that looked up at him, begging for more.

and oh, did he miss your face, because you had made a point this year to avoid acting like his stupid, lovesick fangirl and move on after catching wind through the Monaco rumour mill of his weekly hookups. You’re a grown woman now, with a job and a new glow up, and you don’t need him!! - or so you keep having to tell yourself.

then, a few months ago, he’s took out his fourth world championship and everyone, including you who had been invited to tag along with your brother, had been sending it in an absolute rager of a yacht party that red bull had thrown when he stumbled upon a whispered conversation you were having with your girlfriends. how can you still be a virgin?? you went through college without a single one night stand? Girl, you need to get dicked down immediately! your best friend’s voice had been slightly raised in shock, making it all to easy for max to overhear and stop outside the secluded room, out of your view. You giggled, drunk, at the scandalized look on your friends face, I know, i know!! I just can’t do it, it all goes too fast for me and i can’t get turned on everytime i try to hook up with guy, ya know? So I’m just going to save myself for when i meet the guy I’m in love with.

your friend gave you a knowing look, a guy you love -meaning max, right? you flushed at her words, adamantly denying it. No! No, I’m so over him. He’s such a player, and always so arrogant just cause he can drive a car fast. Besides, my big bro said max only won the championship by being a dirty driver, he has no class at all. I support Charles now!

your words had instantly made max hard, cause no fucking way, on top of this perfect girl who seemed to always know everything about him, always knew what to say, understood him in a way none of his previous girlfriends ever had - this girl was still a virgin because the only one she was in love with was him? there was no more resolve left in max, he was going to absolutely ruin you. he’d made things difficult for himself by ignoring your attention for so long, to the point you were clearly angry with him and were calling him stupid names like dirty driver. but that didn’t matter. Whatever max wanted, he always got - and right now, with you dancing around his luxurious living room, he was going to take what he wanted - your sweet, virgin pussy - even if you weren’t ready to give it to him so easily. you’d understand later, he was sure. After all, you were always going to be his anyways - claiming your virginity was just his way of marking his territory.

Schat, he calls, drawing your attention back to him and you giddily run back into his arms, laughing in delight as he runs his hands up your waist, to your cute face and tilting your chin up before finally, finally meeting your lips in a sweet kiss. you sigh breathily into it, he feels so good and so warm and so big against you, and you push yourself closer to his muscular chest, your tits flush against him, pulling at his tshirt in an effort to get it off and he breaks free for a second to easily pull it off himself for you. Good girl, my sweet girl, mihn liefje, always so beautiful for me, aren’t you? Your head spins from all the praise max bestows on you, the mixed dutch and english words that you’d only ever dreamt of hearing from him. his palm unexpectedly drops down from your waist then to your juicy ass, squeezing aggressively and you can’t help the gasp that comes out of you. Max immediately slides his tongue into your open mouth, turning the innocent romantic kiss into a dirty, steamy make out - just what you always wanted!! you’re internally squealing in your success, patting yourself on the back for your clever plan. too bad you could never have predicted just how little control you had over the situation and that you were instead exactly where max wanted you ❤️

you trust max soooo much and he’s sooo dreamy and you’re so caught up in him that you can’t keep track of what happens next. you can’t figure out how you suddenly ending up in his lap with his large hand up your black miniskirt, pumping a thick finger in and out of your tight little pussy, making loud obscene shlick shlick shlick noises with each movement as he buries it right until you can feel the cool kiss of the metal ring he wears. his other hand is locked around your throat, replacing the sparkly choker you were wearing earlier, and your skimpy white lacey g-string is stuffed in your mouth, already drenched in your drool. but you don’t want to annoy him by asking dumb questions when he’s finally paying attention to you, instead saying please maxie please I’ll be so good as you lean against him and continue to grind your thick ass back against his - phone? you ask dumbly.

he throws his head back and laughs and you get starry eyed hearing it, so entranced that you dont even notice as he unzips himself and takes his thick veiny cock out until he starts filthily slapping it against your little clit, making you squeal and jump away from it with little success as his strong arms cage you from behind against his broad chest.

!! its so big maxie, im scared, it wont fit, please maxie, its all too fast- you start whining frantically when he ever so gently removes your ruined panties from your mouth, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your wet lips, mentally making a note to abuse this hole of yours on the next round.

but schatje, you did this to me, my pretty girl, this is all cuz of you, because you’re always wearin those cute lil’ dresses and bending over and shaking ur ass when I come visit, cuz you were trying to make me jealous tonight by grinding on Charles, and now you have to fix it, right liefdje? Don’t act like this isn’t what you planned, you secretly wanted to be a dirty slut for me all along, didn’t you?

his rough accented voice whispering filthy things in your ear, switching between praise and pure filth, makes you even more whiny and desperate for him, writhing around on his thick thighs and he slaps your plump ass to punish you for teasing him again, making you squeal, eyes rolling and tongue drooling and slipping out of your mouth when one of his strong thighs, still covered by his denim jeans part your legs wide open, pushing up against your sopping wet pussy and making you lightheaded from the pleasure.

seeing your expression, max doesn’t waste a second in pulling your throat back against his shoulder and dropping a ball of his spit right into your open mouth. he grins when your eyes practically develop hearts in them from the filthy treatment and your pussy flutters around his thick fingers as he renters you with two fingers this time - he always knew you were gonna be such a good, obedient cockdrunk whore for him.

here, don’t worry schat, I’ll be nice for you, jus’, just the tip, okay? He soothes, pressing gentle wet kisses along your exposed neck, lulling you into a false sense of safety so you furiously nod and drool some more when he tells you to be a good girl, his stupid lil slut, and glides the pink, leaking tip of his cock into your folds. Guides it back and forth, up and down, coating himself in your juices until he feels you go completely lax in his arms, overwhelmed by how good he makes you feel. it’s already soo wet and soo sticky but it doesn’t matter cause maxie promised he was wearing a condom…right? Right?

shhh yes schatje, yes, it’s just so wet cuz I - he easily leans forward over your petite, half undressed frame and spits again, this time his saliva landing right on your exposed clit- I’m just making your sweet pussy nice and wet for me, yeah? the pounding in your head gets even worse because ohmygod maxie, it feels soo good, ah, ah, ahh!

you’re in cloud 9, living out your wildest fantasies in max’s lap, so clouded in lust you don’t even look down again when you start to feel an aching stretch between your legs. if you’d looked you would’ve seen that max had already broken his promise and had bullied a good third of his big, aching cock into your pussy. by the time you collect yourself enough to notice how far inside he was and open your mouth to protest, he manoeuvres you off him easily, making you cry out at the loss of him, and lifts you with no struggle and carries you into his bedroom, where the Monaco full moon streams in through open French doors, discarding his pants and boxers on the way. You tightly wrap your legs around his rock hard waist, grinding your desperate pussy against his abs while leaning up to join in another filthy open mouthed kiss, drool leaking out the sides of your mouth.

he tosses you onto his king size bed - you cant believe you’re finally in his bed!! - and holds both your wrists down above your head with one hand, the other snaking down your body, squeezing your tits and pinching your swollen areolas that peeked at him over the edge of your top. Gods, liefje, he groans into your mouth, unable to control himself from saying all the dark things he’d been thinking. how’d i get so lucky, to have the perfect little slut below me, under me like this, desperate to get a taste of my cock, huh? Practically beggin’ me to fuck you. How are you going to explain yourself to your brother, when he asks why you can’t walk tomorrow? Maybe I should just take a photo of you right now and send it to him to save you the trouble. So he knows next time he pisses me off it’ll be his fucking filthy slut of a baby sister who pays the price with her sweet - his fingers travel down, find their way to your clit again, toying with it in well practised circular motions - little - he dips his head downwards, licking a single stripe straight up your pussy to collect your juices before spitting it out all over where his fingers now entered you - needy, pussy?

you can’t stop crying now from how overstimulated you feel from the blinding pleasure, from max’s fingers and tongue knowing exactly how to make you reach your peak and to his toxic words that should shock and scare you but instead just make you more turned on. i’m not- you whine - mmmfph, im not slutty, im a good girl, i- ah! You can’t tell big bro about this, please maxie, I didn’t mean to do this, I - ahh!

your pathetic cockdrunk attempts at denying his claims get cut off as max smirks down at you while speeding up the pace of his fingers which slide in and out easily given how soaked you are. go on, liefje, go on and come on my fingers like a good little girl. show my fingers what it’ll feel like when my cock gets to have your sweet pussy cumming around me instead. Your eyes start to roll back as you approach your first ever orgasm, powerless to stop his other hand which releases your wrists and moves to rip your pathetic excuse of a crop top completely off, flinging it the side, with your cute miniskirt that was bunched up around your waist joining shortly after. max’s dark gaze greedily roams upon your fully exposed form, his cock hardening again at the sight of your tits that heave with every breath you take and your cute, soft little tummy that he now presses down on to while he slides in another thick finger, tipping you over the edge. ah! Ah! Max! Ohmygod, im cumming, ahh! You scream out incoherent noises in pure pleasure, trying to move away from the intense new sensation but max’s large palm, splayed around your waist, easily holds you fixed in place.

good girl, you did so good f’me, sweetheart, max cooes as you start to ride yourself out on the final waves of orgasm on his fingers, now finally adjusted to the stretch. He smirks darkly down at the fucked out, blissful expression on your face as you gaze up at him adoringly with loving eyes. He has you right where he wants you - obedient, eager to please him, ready to say yes to whatever nasty, depraved things he wants to do next to your tight little holes.

withdrawing his fingers from you, eliciting a whine, he brings them up to his mouth and licks away the taste of your cum. You’re immediately breathless by how fucking hot he looks, unable to look away from his eyes as he speaks. Mmm, so sweet schat, you taste so fuckin’ sweet - just how I imagined. Next time I’ll make you cum on my tongue.

omg!! Your pussy flutters around nothing and your heart starts beating rapidly at this revelation from max, he had imagined what eating you out would feel like? max uses your distracted thoughts to grab your hands in his, laying them outstretched by your sides as he intertwines your fingers together. He’s so romantic, you think dreamily, naively unaware that this was the perfect position for him to hold you down while hungrily eyeing your delectable kissable tits and wet pussy as he lowered himself on top of you. You welcome the warm, heavy feeling of his built chest against your soft one as he leans down to recapture your lips in another slow, open mouthed wet kiss, obscene loud slurping noises filling the summer air as you lovingly make out and moan against each others lips.

Too bad max had much darker thoughts on his mind - first of which involved getting his painfully rock hard cock wet inside your virgin pussy!!

Liefje, you trust me right? Trust that I won’t hurt you, I’ll always do what’s best for you? Even if it’s not what you want right now? He asks, pulling back and looking into your innocent large doe eyes. You nod quickly, yes maxie, of course maxie, I trust you, whatever you want, whatever you say is right - you quickly slur, still drunk from the shots you had downed earlier. he was so sweet to make sure you were comfortable making out while naked!! You eagerly chased his lips, making him smugly smirk again at how desperate he’d already made you to feel his tongue again, so eager that you had completely missed the sinister undertone max’s words had had.

those were all the words max needed to fully defile you tonight. Well - if he’s being honest, which he rarely was - he would have taken it all the way even if you hadn’t said so, even if you’d become so overwhelmed by your first orgasm that you had passed out right there on his fingers!! regardless, this worked in his favour to use against you tomorrow morning when you woke up realizing that you couldn’t blame max for anything, only yourself, cuz you had begged and begged him to do whatever he wanted after all. He was just giving you what he knew you secretly desired but were too innocent to ask for ❤️

Recapturing your lips with his, max slowly slides his cocktip into your creamy folds, this time not pausing to stop even once. He drowns out your cute squeals of suprise and discomfort with his large tongue that he shoves down your drooling throat, your fingers weakly trying to push against his but unable to move from where he has locked them into position.

Fuckin’ finally, he moans against your lips as he slides in over halfway, impressed with the way you were managing to keep fairly still against the intrusion for your first time. Max knew he was considering big, especially for your short frame, but here you were taking his dick like a champ. With one last - and this time innocent, kiss, max now tilts his head slightly so he could see your expression. you blink up at him, feeling so stuffed, stupidly voicing that you don’t remember his tip feeling so big earlier, enquiring why he had stopped kissin-

want to see your pretty lil’ face, shatjze, he explains. Want to see what you’ll look like when you see everything I’m going to do you, all the ways I’m going to ruin you for anyone else but me.

you’re looking so delightfully confused now, unsure what he is going to go, and max feels blood rushing to his hard cock with the twisted desire he’s filled with at the fact that you’re so innocent, so naive, so dumb for him that you haven’t realized what he’s planning on claiming from you tonight! You open your mouth to ask but before you can say anything he’s bottomed out completely, his huge cock stretching out your tight little virgin hole. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open from the impossible stretch, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes - his huge fingers were nothing compared to the size of his cock. max’s head roars in pleasure from seeing the look on your face when he basically splits you in half on him, and he can’t resist spitting another large glob into your open mouth again, smirking as it successfully quietens down the confused, high pitched moans you’d started to make - Max, ah! maxie, you said just the tip, mmfh, you promised, ah! Oh! What about the condo-

Giving you a few minutes to adjust to his size - he wanted to make you addicting to the pleasure of his cock after all, not be scared of it - he idly traces the shape of your swollen, red lips with his broad thumb. shhhh, shhh, snoepje, just relax for me,yeah? Let it happen, this is what you wanted, yeah? To get fucked on my thick cock? That’s what dirty little sluts like you want, isn’t it? It feels sooo much better doing it raw, trust me, you’ll be begging for my cum inside you soon enough…but I’ll pull out, okay schat? I promise.

He smirks when he feels you go weak at his authoritative words, obeying his commands and relaxing as your mind turns gooey from pleasure and you begin moaning obscenely. He allows you to gently remove your hands from his grip and wrap them around his broad shoulders, handing all your power over to him as you go completely blank, ready to be his submissive pet. So- you’re so m-mean, maxie you whine out pathetically with your eyes screwed shut from the feeling of him, tears dripping down your chubby cheeks, making him laugh again. You can take it, schatje. You and your perfect little pussy were made for me. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Letting yourself get completely stuffed my cock?

Still circling your lips gently with his thumb as you nod at his dirty words, Max now slowly pulls his aching cock out of your tight core, making your dazed eyes open at him in confusion a second time. Was that- was that it? Is it done? Your innocent look just drove max wilder. He keeps going under just his tip is left inside you, and then with a sick, twisted smile he slams balls deep back home inside you while shoving his thumb inside your wet mouth. Your scream of pleasure and pain is drowned out by the obscene smack smack smack sounds of his cock fucking into you with a brutal pace, and you choke around his thumb that’s deep in your mouth, gagging on it with more of your shared saliva spilling around your mouth, unable to protest max’s complete betrayal of his earlier promise. Fuck yeah, that’s right babygirl, I’m going to fucking ruin your filthy little pussy, gonna mold it to the shape of my cock so you can only every come around my cock, no one else’s.

max’s mean mean words were just so hot!! He had been holding back, sweet talking you earlier just to trick you into letting him fuck his fat cock into you and you had totally let him. It felt soooo good, you couldn’t even be mad at him for it, your nails digging into his back muscles from the intensity of pleasure as he shifted his hands to your waist, fuckin you dumb up and down on his massive cock, the wet obscene sounds of your shared juices as he slammed into you, shlick shlick shlick, big balls against your juicy ass only making it hotter for you both. thank god he’s gonna pull out, you thought!! If there was so much precum already you couldn’t imagine how much there would be if he came inside, you would have been getting pregnant for sure!

the thought sends you into another dizzying wave of pleasure, and you start babbling all the filthy filthy thoughts that had been buried inside you, just for maxie, as he thrusts into you with that wicked smirk on his face. Mmfhhh, fuck yes maxie, daddy, please please please, it feels soooo good! Ahh! max’s rhythm stutters for a second, caught off guard at the word that you had accidentally slipped out - none of his past gf’s had been quite as dirty mouthed as you - before deciding that it was fucking hot and leaning down to claim your bruised lips in a searing kiss and squeezing a large hand around your throat. Fuck yes, say that again, you dirty fucking slut, say my name-

you has no qualms following Max’s orders, begging daddy please please make me come, mmmdh’make me cum ar-aroun’ your cock, ahh!

max groaned at the vision of you underneath him, looking positively debauched. Your eyeliner was smudged, lipgloss long worn out and lips swollen and bitten, your neck bruised from his hickies and and your perfect tits bouncing with every hard thrust. lifting your legs up around his waist, he fucked into you at a deeper angle, making you scream again in pleasure from his cock and his voice, that got deeper and stronger in his Dutch accent as he got more turned on. Yeah, you like this, huh? You like when daddy fucks you like that, don’t you? Neuken, een vuile slet. Fuck! So good for me, begging for my cock, cause I’m the only one who can do it for you, huh? You like calling me a dirty driver and then screaming my name as I take your virginity, huh? Your eyes widen as his words pierce through your lust addled brain. Maxie, ah, how did you know-ahh!

You’re interrupted by a rough smack on your ass, so strong it renders you speechless - after all, your maxie is the fastest driver on the grid, his grip strength is unparrallelled! answer me, slut he growls, answer me, tell me, does it feel good being my perfect little fuckdoll? When I treat you like the worthless cocksleeve you are? Tell me how much you want my cock in you, beg me for it

your second orgasm starts to rapidly approach you from the positively filthy dirty talk - he knows just how to make your inner whore come out for him. ohmygod yes maxie, yes, it f-feels so so good, please, I need your cock, I need it so bad, I can’t live without it, please maxie- your eyes start to roll back again, tongue drooling and dripping spit down your chin.

Max grins wickedly down at you. Fuck yes, this is exactly what he wanted, so cockdrunk for him there isn’t a single sane thought left within you - and especially not to remember his promise of pulling out. Sensing his own impending finish, he manoeuvres you again, this time by pulling out and flipping you around onto your side, settling down behind you with your legs spread wide, tossed open across his. He bullies his cock into you again, and you throw your head back against his shoulder, moaning and begging again for more more more, yes maxie, only you can do this to me, I saved my virginity just for you, ah! Please please please maxie I need to cum, I need it now!!

Neuken. Max slips into Dutch as you both approach your orgasm, the new position giving him easy access to fondle your tits and circle your clit, his sweaty forehead and matted hair falling onto your neck to place wet kisses along your collarbone. Fuck, this pussy will be the death of me, if only I knew your pussy would be so good t’me, you would’ve been mine a long long time ago.

His fingers drift from your clit and go lower, past his dick sliding in and out of your pussy and circle your hole - your other tight little hole, and you moan wantonly, thrusting back against him - which is an effort considering how he’s controlling the pace, bouncing you like a ragdoll on his cock. He chuckles darkly, next time I’ll take your virginity here too, huh? My lil slut saved all her sweet holes for daddy, right? Fuck! Come all over my fat cock for me, come for me now liefje, let me feel your sweet pussy tightening around me again, fuck yes-

this final promise send you over the edge and you cum together with one final thrust from max, reaching up to pull him forward by his hair and slot your lips together in a sweet kiss as he cums and cums and cums in you. he doesn’t move for a while as you both come down from your high, panting heavily, wanting to plugging your cute lil pussy up, before eventually pulling out when sleep starts to creep in. the wet sound of his copious amount of cum spilling out around your pussy makes you moan tiredly again and max can’t help himself from lightly fingering your pussy again, pushing the cum inside.

You whine, too overstimulated and he chuckles, conceding that you’d had enough for one night. Another time, he promises himself. And next time he’d take a photo to look back at later - a photo with you passed out from exhaustion, with his cum dripping down from your fucked out pussy to your twitching back hole - to jerk off too when he’s away on a race or to send to your brother or Charles if they need a reminder just who you belong too. Who’s he kidding - he doesn’t need a photo, he’ll just keep you by his side at all times, with a big diamond on your finger so it’s clear you’re his.

Pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, he looks down at you as you tiredly smile at him, starting to doze off. Love you maxie, you whisper easily before passing out, hearing his gentle love you too, mein schat. He wraps you comfortably in his arms after wiping you off with a clean towel.

He should’ve done this a long long time ago. Doesn’t matter now, you were his now, always, and now that he’d marked you he was never, ever letting you go ❤️

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A/N: yeah so this is just pure smut, idk I have no explanation or defence for this being my first literal post, my apologies to everyone who might need to be doused in holy water after reading this. Hope you enjoyed!


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9 months ago

shaking for you ꨄ oscar piastri

Shaking For You ꨄ Oscar Piastri
Shaking For You ꨄ Oscar Piastri
Shaking For You ꨄ Oscar Piastri

oscar piastri x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, pussy-drunk oscar, oral (fem!receiving), p in v - no protection, minor overstimulation, oscar is a dirty talker, mention of cockwarming [914 words]

request: can you please do do 28 from the 🌶️ prompt list with oscar 😽 [28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”]

Shaking For You ꨄ Oscar Piastri

The grip you had on his hair was unrelenting, his tongue moving in circles as you pushed your core closer to his face, practically begging him for more, begging for him to make you cum for a third time that night.

He had practically bent you over the second he was through the door, having not seen you in weeks, he was insatiable, eager to see you, eager to get the chance to be inside you, to have his tongue pressed to your clit. To have you moaning his name. Shaking for him.

Your clothes lay in tatters on the floor, bruises forming on your hips, your breasts, up the side of your neck. 

Oscar’s skin wasn’t much different. Scratch marks littered his arms, his back, love bites were forming all over his chest and neck. His lips bruised and puffy, practically aching to be kissed again. 

“You gonna be good and cum f’me, baby? Gonna gush all over my lips? Been so good for me all night, know you can give me one more, c’mon,” he taunted you, a finger circling your entrance before pushing inside.

He had stretched you out nicely on his cock earlier in the evening, the finger he had pushed inside of you barely satisfying the ache that was yearning for more, desperate to feel him inside of you again. Mixed with his tongue, though? It was indescribable, it was everything you were craving and more.

And he knew that. Knew what he could do to make you scream for him, to make you soak his face in your juices.

Which was exactly what he was doing. Pushing a second finger inside you alongside his first, his lips and tongue slurping, sucking, and licking at your clit; the whimpers were falling from your lips, your hips unable to keep still as you continuously pushed up into his face.

If there was one thing Oscar was sure of; it was that he could die happy if he got to eat you out for the rest of his life. The sounds you made, the way you gripped his hair, the way you begged him, the way you directed him on what you like, the taste of you… it was everything and more to him.

He loved everything about you, but he especially loved this. Was honoured that you trusted him enough to do this, to make you feel good day-in and day-out.

He could tell you were getting closer as he began lazily flicking his tongue, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your core muscles began clenching, the grip on his hair tightening as he groaned into your cunt, the slick of your pussy increasing as the sounds you were making grew louder.

Oscar helped you ride through your orgasm, your thighs tightening around his head as your entire body shook. It felt like you were flying, your third orgasm of the night rushing through your body as moans fell from your lips.

It didn’t take long for the Australian to crawl up your body, his hardened member easily slipping inside your wet core; soft groans falling from both of your lips. He had already cum once tonight, and knew he likely wouldn’t again; but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to feel your tight, wet heat wrapped around him again.

Lazily looking up at him, a soft smile was directed down to you before he was pressing his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on him, on his tongue as he pressed it against yours. You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips at the realization. Something about it had you bucking up into him, into his cock that was slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“So pretty f’me, baby. So pretty all fucked out, look at you. God. Bet you’d let m’fuck you all night, wouldn’t you? You’d let me sleep with my cock inside you, y’just wanna be close to me all the time, hm? Gonna warm my cock?”

Pussy-drunk Oscar Piastri was a different type of aroused. He talked like a mad-man, like all he could talk about, all he could think about, was you.

“Mhm, course’ Osc. Would let you fill me up all night long, keep your cock inside me til’ we woke up. Let you fuck me in the morning, too,” you groaned, his legs stuttering at your words.

Bottoming out, Oscar grunted as he watched your lips open in a long-drawn out moan. His own moan followed, as he turned the two of you onto your side, maneuvering both bodies so his member remained sheathed inside you.

“God, baby. I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking,” he said.

Practically rolling your eyes, almost four orgasms later, what did he expect? It was hard to even attempt to keep your legs still. 

You slapped at the hand that began slithering towards your clit again. Your hips bucked as he began to rub a gentle circle on the enflamed nub, the sensitivity overtaking you as you shook your head at him.

“N’more, please. I can’t take it.”

Shushing you, Oscar pressed a kiss to the skin behind your ear.

“One more, baby. Y’can do it, promised me you’d be a good girl. One more, then w’can go to bed, hm?”

Mewling at his words, you knew you could give him one more. Could be a good girl for him, like you always were.

Shaking For You ꨄ Oscar Piastri

i started this?? and then couldn't stop?? the words were being typed before i even had the chance to comprehend them which is why this is so nasty... pls enjoy 🫶🏻


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9 months ago

TAKE IT, OSCAR PIASTRI

cw: SMUT, oral, biting, overstimulation, hair pulling n more . . .

TAKE IT, OSCAR PIASTRI

"oscar! 's too much—i’m—" you hiccup, trying to push his head away, your legs trembling so much it feels like they might give out.

"sshh, it's okay," he murmurs, pulling you in closer and not letting up. "don't fight it, just let yourself go," his fingers digging into your hips, holding you in place as he continues to devour you.

his tongue glides along your inner thigh before he gently sinks his bunny teeth into your skin.

you're like a drug to him—the more he tastes you, the more he needs you.

you almost scream from the sensation and tug on his hair so hard it feels like it might rip off. "i can't—oscar, i’m—i can't take it!" you sob, overwhelmed as the pleasure edges into pain.

"shh baby, it's alright, shh," he shushes you as he senses your struggle. "just relax, relax,"

"can't take it—osc, please!" your thighs instinctivally tighten around his head, a desperate attempt to get him to stop.

"don't you dare try to squeeze me out," he growls. "i know it's a lot, princess, i know," he says softly, but the look he's giving you tells you he has no intention of stopping quite yet.

"just try to be a good girl for me, okay?" he teases the inside of your thigh with his finger, barely even grazing the skin. "can you do that for me?"

you struggle to form a coherent response as oscar's head lowers once again, making an absolute mess as he swirls his tongue against your throbbing clit.

your chest heaves, "osc—osc, oscar! i’m—oh my god, oh my go—oscar! oscar, oscar please! s’too much, s’too much!"

he presses down on your stomach to keep you still. "stop fidgeting," he warns, as his fingers dig into your flesh, leaving little indents.

"i know you think it's too much, but trust me. you've got at least one more in you," he smiles against you, "c'mon, be a good girl f'me," he looks up at you, taking in your flushed cheeks.

"just don't close your legs, baby."

© kissedsuns


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9 months ago

BE MEAN TO ME

★ oscar piastri x reader !

cw: SMUT, cockwarming, orgasm denial, degrading, crying, swearing, dom!oscar, sub!reader

BE MEAN TO ME

"oscar, please," you whine, shifting restlessly in his lap. the two of you had gotten into a slight disagreement after his race, and now you're being subjected to the ultimate punishment: cockwarming.

"what is it now, baby?" he teases, fully aware of the torment he's putting you through.

oscar remains composed, his cock still buried snug inside your warm cunt. you can feel every inch of him, and the way he's filling you completely but remaining motionless is torture.

"please, move. please," you whine, body aching for his touch. "this is so frustrating!" you cry out, hands clutching at his shoulders as you try to roll your hips.

oscar watches you drop your head to his shoulder in defeat, too exhausted and annoyed to continue grinding on his lap without receiving any attention.

he's mesmerised by the way his fat tip prods at your cervix with each slight roll of your hips that has your eyes welling with tears.

you can't help but pout, lower lip trembling as you try to hold back the whimpers that escape your throat.

"made me lose, babe," there's a teasing edge to oscar's tone, but underneath it, you can sense the genuine disappointment. "don't cry—'s your fault," he brings a hand up to wipe away a tear that runs down your cheek.

the way your body responds to him, the way you clench around him with every breath, drives him fucking crazy.

"you need to learn, love," his voice drips with mock sympathy. "next time, maybe you'll think twice before running that smart mouth of yours."

the underlying message is clear in his words. he wants you to behave, simple as that.

you grip his shoulders tightly as you roll your hips. your movements are clumsy and each attempt to fuck yourself on his cock is met with resistance as oscar's strong hands remain firmly on your waist.

"uh-uh," he tuts. "we're not gonna do that, 'kay?"

tears of frustration prick at your eyes. "oscar, please. ngh, need more."

suddenly, his hips buck up into you, causing you to let out a high-pitched yelp. "oscar!" you gasp, but just as quickly as the movement comes, it stops. he sits there with his cock still stuffed inside you.

you repeat his name, this time sounding more upset. "oscar."

"something wrong, sweetheart?" he asks innocently. "use your words, baby. can't promise i'll listen, though."

"i'm sorry—so sorry, osc. jus' need you to fuck me. can't take it anymore, hurts so bad." you blabber, the words spilling from your lips without a second thought.

oscar rolls his eyes. "you sound so pathetic that it almost makes me wanna give you what you want."

your breath hitches when you feel him pick up his pace ever so slightly, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. "osc—keep going, please, keep going!"

but just as you feel the tension building to a breaking point, he stops again. the loss of movement makes you sob.

"just hurry up and fuck me!" you complain, but instantly regret your choice of words when oscar responds with a firm, "right, that's it."

oscar lifts you from the chair, keeping his cock buried inside of you. before you can fully process what's happening, he slams you down onto the mattress.

"there you go again, always with that mouth of yours," he grunts. "when are you going to learn that it gets you in trouble?"

oscar hisses sharply as he pulls his dick out of your warm, slick cunt, the sudden loss of contact making you gasp.

he takes a moment to look down at you before sliding back into you with a forceful, deliberate thrust. your body instinctively pulls him back in, greedily welcoming him with a sweet grip.

oscar groans as he begins to fuck you with a rough rhythm. his cock stretches you to your limits that has you arching your back, lips parted and everything.

"don't get all dumb on me now," he swats at your thigh. "this is what you wanted, yeah?"

you want to say something, anything, but the words won't come. all you can do is moan and whimper, your mind too fogged with pleasure to form coherent sentences. oscar's relentless pace leaves you no room to think.

oscar continues to piston in and out of you, each thrust driving the thick head of his cock deep against your cervix. your nails dig into his back, treating it like a chalkboard as you cling to him for support. it only seems to spur him on.

"you've gone all quiet, baby. all that attitude gone, huh?" he taunts. "m'gonna fuck some manners into you."

his cock almost forces an answer out of you with a particularly harsh snap of his hips. you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it drags against your inner walls.

"look at that pretty face, you're loving this, aren't ya? don't need that smart mouth to tell me that."

© kissedsuns


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9 months ago

Dark Paradise ♥️

Dark Paradise ♥️

in which your lifelong pining after your older brother’s handsome best friend, Max Verstappen, results in him finally giving you his affections after you hatch a diabolical plan. too bad you had no idea max was far more diabolical than you!! (he can match your freak) 🥺

content includes: PURE DIRTY SMUT LOL, Dubcon, dark!max, drunk reader, innocent virgin reader, manipulation, daddy kink, dirty talk, spit kink, size kink, dom/sub vibes. please do not engage if this is not for you! 18+ MDNI. legitimately this is embarrassing i was bored and horny and ended up writing 5.5k??

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your older brother’s best friend!max has always ignored you even though you’ve had a crush on him since you were little. it didn’t matter that your families had grown up together and you had attended all his karting races since you were a kid, cheering him and your brother on from the sidelines, or that you were always there with your cute smile and pigtails to say you did so good, maxie, next time for sure when he had his rare losses, or when he was 21 and fighting for his first championship and his father’s expectations were heavier than ever and he didn’t have to explain anything to you, who grew up in a household with a father very much like jos and would rub his arm in a comforting way, an understanding look in your eyes everytime he and his dad fought. it all didn’t matter cause despite your constant affections, max still acted like he couldn’t care less about you whenever you saw him, the only thing seemingly on his mind being racing.

except tonight -

tonight, he’s forced to take little innocent virgin!you home after you get too drunk at a party. you’re whining in defeat, cheeks puffed out against your pink lipglossed lips, pouting and all, cuz you had worn the perfect lil outfit in all his favourite colors, your sexy curves on display and makeup done to perfection, just how you knew he liked it from the one time he had complimented it. and you had a plan - to show him that you were all grown up, to make max go crazy over you for once instead - and you were just in the middle of flirting with Cha, innocently fluttering your lashes at the handsome Monegasque driver who had none of max’s coldness and was all to happy to amuse your attentions on him - when your stupid older brother had shown up on the dance floor and demanded max drop you home on his way back to his, putting an early end to your plan to finally make out with the Dutch champion tonight!!

instead of making out with you in a steamy session in a dark club corner that you had imagined, he’s guiding you into his sleek expensive Aston Martin, large hands coming into contact with your perky lil tits and soft waist as he buckles you in, making you moan and giggle sloppily, all the alcohol loosening all your inhibitions and making your deepest fantasies spill out as he settles into the drivers seat, sorryy maxie this just reminds me of a naughty dream i had once with you inside the cockpit of your red bull car

the tall Dutch man is silent as he levels an intense stare at you and reaches his hand up to your face and you gasp, thinking your dream is coming true - only for him to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before turning away and starting the car. you pout, embarrassed, thinking that your plan failed, and are silent for the rest of the ride, your only solace being his warm palm resting on top of your thick thigh, easily wrapping around the width of it.

he helps you out of the car without any prompts, bending down to pick you up and place you over his big shoulder when you stumble in your strappy gold high heels, one hand gently on your ass to secure you. You giggle again as he crossed the threshold into the apartment, giddy from the attention and physical touch you’re getting from him, and you reach down to smack his bum with a drunken laugh.

you feel the front of his chest rumble at your slap and it sends a shiver right in between your legs, to your little pussy which had already started becoming soaked to moment you had seen him across the club that night, in a plain muscle tee which stretched across his broad shoulders and an expression even stormier than usual as his eyes met yours across the club, narrowing as he watched you rub your pretty pink manicured fingers up and down Charles’ biceps.

he sets you down and you blink cuz this isn’t your house, omg maxie is this your penthouse? you’re looking around in awe cause you’ve never been allowed over before. you’re so distracted that you don’t notice the smirk on his face as his ice blue eyes darken looking at you twirling around his living room. he palms his aching cock and thanks whatever fucked up god let him get lucky tonight - just you and him, finally alone - and he knows just how eager you’ve always been to please him. he hasn’t missed the pining, lovesick looks you always shoot him, the jealous stares at his latest model girlfriend of the month. He admits that he never took it seriously at first, seeing you just as a little sister-

but fuck you had come back last summer after finishing college - with your mechanical engineering degree and first class honours to make your father proud - looking like his own personal wet dream. Cute lil perky tits and a juicy ass squeezed into the tightest dresses in pastel florals, highlighting your sun kissed tan skin, with your eyelined wide doe eyes as you gazed up at him completing your innocent look. But he knew firsthand you were anything but innocent when he walked past you sunbathing in your new string bikinis, tits pushed up fully on display with your nose buried in one of your romance novels. He caught a glimpse of a sentence on his way past - he shoved his hot, aching member into her warm heat as she moaned in pleasure and begged him for more, more - making his eyes widen before he smirked, this is the garbage you had always been reading? He knew you weren’t innocent when he was sleeping over in the guest room neighbouring your bedroom and heard your cute little voice moan for him in the dead of the night, maxie please please please i want you, I need it, please maxie make me come accompanied by the quiet buzz of your tiny baby pink bullet vibrator. Fuck, that had been hot. That had been the start of max’s own twisted fantasies about fucking you, owning you, completely corrupting you - that he hadn’t acted on out of loyalty to your brother, out of the expectation that the drivers should only be with models and not with innocent childhood friends who now worked at the Ferrari engineering team. After all, there were plenty of hot girls throwing themselves at his feet and it was easy enough to pick one, fuck them from the back, and pretending it was your sweet innocent face instead that looked up at him, begging for more.

and oh, did he miss your face, because you had made a point this year to avoid acting like his stupid, lovesick fangirl and move on after catching wind through the Monaco rumour mill of his weekly hookups. You’re a grown woman now, with a job and a new glow up, and you don’t need him!! - or so you keep having to tell yourself.

then, a few months ago, he’s took out his fourth world championship and everyone, including you who had been invited to tag along with your brother, had been sending it in an absolute rager of a yacht party that red bull had thrown when he stumbled upon a whispered conversation you were having with your girlfriends. how can you still be a virgin?? you went through college without a single one night stand? Girl, you need to get dicked down immediately! your best friend’s voice had been slightly raised in shock, making it all to easy for max to overhear and stop outside the secluded room, out of your view. You giggled, drunk, at the scandalized look on your friends face, I know, i know!! I just can’t do it, it all goes too fast for me and i can’t get turned on everytime i try to hook up with guy, ya know? So I’m just going to save myself for when i meet the guy I’m in love with.

your friend gave you a knowing look, a guy you love -meaning max, right? you flushed at her words, adamantly denying it. No! No, I’m so over him. He’s such a player, and always so arrogant just cause he can drive a car fast. Besides, my big bro said max only won the championship by being a dirty driver, he has no class at all. I support Charles now!

your words had instantly made max hard, cause no fucking way, on top of this perfect girl who seemed to always know everything about him, always knew what to say, understood him in a way none of his previous girlfriends ever had - this girl was still a virgin because the only one she was in love with was him? there was no more resolve left in max, he was going to absolutely ruin you. he’d made things difficult for himself by ignoring your attention for so long, to the point you were clearly angry with him and were calling him stupid names like dirty driver. but that didn’t matter. Whatever max wanted, he always got - and right now, with you dancing around his luxurious living room, he was going to take what he wanted - your sweet, virgin pussy - even if you weren’t ready to give it to him so easily. you’d understand later, he was sure. After all, you were always going to be his anyways - claiming your virginity was just his way of marking his territory.

Schat, he calls, drawing your attention back to him and you giddily run back into his arms, laughing in delight as he runs his hands up your waist, to your cute face and tilting your chin up before finally, finally meeting your lips in a sweet kiss. you sigh breathily into it, he feels so good and so warm and so big against you, and you push yourself closer to his muscular chest, your tits flush against him, pulling at his tshirt in an effort to get it off and he breaks free for a second to easily pull it off himself for you. Good girl, my sweet girl, mihn liefje, always so beautiful for me, aren’t you? Your head spins from all the praise max bestows on you, the mixed dutch and english words that you’d only ever dreamt of hearing from him. his palm unexpectedly drops down from your waist then to your juicy ass, squeezing aggressively and you can’t help the gasp that comes out of you. Max immediately slides his tongue into your open mouth, turning the innocent romantic kiss into a dirty, steamy make out - just what you always wanted!! you’re internally squealing in your success, patting yourself on the back for your clever plan. too bad you could never have predicted just how little control you had over the situation and that you were instead exactly where max wanted you ❤️

you trust max soooo much and he’s sooo dreamy and you’re so caught up in him that you can’t keep track of what happens next. you can’t figure out how you suddenly ending up in his lap with his large hand up your black miniskirt, pumping a thick finger in and out of your tight little pussy, making loud obscene shlick shlick shlick noises with each movement as he buries it right until you can feel the cool kiss of the metal ring he wears. his other hand is locked around your throat, replacing the sparkly choker you were wearing earlier, and your skimpy white lacey g-string is stuffed in your mouth, already drenched in your drool. but you don’t want to annoy him by asking dumb questions when he’s finally paying attention to you, instead saying please maxie please I’ll be so good as you lean against him and continue to grind your thick ass back against his - phone? you ask dumbly.

he throws his head back and laughs and you get starry eyed hearing it, so entranced that you dont even notice as he unzips himself and takes his thick veiny cock out until he starts filthily slapping it against your little clit, making you squeal and jump away from it with little success as his strong arms cage you from behind against his broad chest.

!! its so big maxie, im scared, it wont fit, please maxie, its all too fast- you start whining frantically when he ever so gently removes your ruined panties from your mouth, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your wet lips, mentally making a note to abuse this hole of yours on the next round.

but schatje, you did this to me, my pretty girl, this is all cuz of you, because you’re always wearin those cute lil’ dresses and bending over and shaking ur ass when I come visit, cuz you were trying to make me jealous tonight by grinding on Charles, and now you have to fix it, right liefdje? Don’t act like this isn’t what you planned, you secretly wanted to be a dirty slut for me all along, didn’t you?

his rough accented voice whispering filthy things in your ear, switching between praise and pure filth, makes you even more whiny and desperate for him, writhing around on his thick thighs and he slaps your plump ass to punish you for teasing him again, making you squeal, eyes rolling and tongue drooling and slipping out of your mouth when one of his strong thighs, still covered by his denim jeans part your legs wide open, pushing up against your sopping wet pussy and making you lightheaded from the pleasure.

seeing your expression, max doesn’t waste a second in pulling your throat back against his shoulder and dropping a ball of his spit right into your open mouth. he grins when your eyes practically develop hearts in them from the filthy treatment and your pussy flutters around his thick fingers as he renters you with two fingers this time - he always knew you were gonna be such a good, obedient cockdrunk whore for him.

here, don’t worry schat, I’ll be nice for you, jus’, just the tip, okay? He soothes, pressing gentle wet kisses along your exposed neck, lulling you into a false sense of safety so you furiously nod and drool some more when he tells you to be a good girl, his stupid lil slut, and glides the pink, leaking tip of his cock into your folds. Guides it back and forth, up and down, coating himself in your juices until he feels you go completely lax in his arms, overwhelmed by how good he makes you feel. it’s already soo wet and soo sticky but it doesn’t matter cause maxie promised he was wearing a condom…right? Right?

shhh yes schatje, yes, it’s just so wet cuz I - he easily leans forward over your petite, half undressed frame and spits again, this time his saliva landing right on your exposed clit- I’m just making your sweet pussy nice and wet for me, yeah? the pounding in your head gets even worse because ohmygod maxie, it feels soo good, ah, ah, ahh!

you’re in cloud 9, living out your wildest fantasies in max’s lap, so clouded in lust you don’t even look down again when you start to feel an aching stretch between your legs. if you’d looked you would’ve seen that max had already broken his promise and had bullied a good third of his big, aching cock into your pussy. by the time you collect yourself enough to notice how far inside he was and open your mouth to protest, he manoeuvres you off him easily, making you cry out at the loss of him, and lifts you with no struggle and carries you into his bedroom, where the Monaco full moon streams in through open French doors, discarding his pants and boxers on the way. You tightly wrap your legs around his rock hard waist, grinding your desperate pussy against his abs while leaning up to join in another filthy open mouthed kiss, drool leaking out the sides of your mouth.

he tosses you onto his king size bed - you cant believe you’re finally in his bed!! - and holds both your wrists down above your head with one hand, the other snaking down your body, squeezing your tits and pinching your swollen areolas that peeked at him over the edge of your top. Gods, liefje, he groans into your mouth, unable to control himself from saying all the dark things he’d been thinking. how’d i get so lucky, to have the perfect little slut below me, under me like this, desperate to get a taste of my cock, huh? Practically beggin’ me to fuck you. How are you going to explain yourself to your brother, when he asks why you can’t walk tomorrow? Maybe I should just take a photo of you right now and send it to him to save you the trouble. So he knows next time he pisses me off it’ll be his fucking filthy slut of a baby sister who pays the price with her sweet - his fingers travel down, find their way to your clit again, toying with it in well practised circular motions - little - he dips his head downwards, licking a single stripe straight up your pussy to collect your juices before spitting it out all over where his fingers now entered you - needy, pussy?

you can’t stop crying now from how overstimulated you feel from the blinding pleasure, from max’s fingers and tongue knowing exactly how to make you reach your peak and to his toxic words that should shock and scare you but instead just make you more turned on. i’m not- you whine - mmmfph, im not slutty, im a good girl, i- ah! You can’t tell big bro about this, please maxie, I didn’t mean to do this, I - ahh!

your pathetic cockdrunk attempts at denying his claims get cut off as max smirks down at you while speeding up the pace of his fingers which slide in and out easily given how soaked you are. go on, liefje, go on and come on my fingers like a good little girl. show my fingers what it’ll feel like when my cock gets to have your sweet pussy cumming around me instead. Your eyes start to roll back as you approach your first ever orgasm, powerless to stop his other hand which releases your wrists and moves to rip your pathetic excuse of a crop top completely off, flinging it the side, with your cute miniskirt that was bunched up around your waist joining shortly after. max’s dark gaze greedily roams upon your fully exposed form, his cock hardening again at the sight of your tits that heave with every breath you take and your cute, soft little tummy that he now presses down on to while he slides in another thick finger, tipping you over the edge. ah! Ah! Max! Ohmygod, im cumming, ahh! You scream out incoherent noises in pure pleasure, trying to move away from the intense new sensation but max’s large palm, splayed around your waist, easily holds you fixed in place.

good girl, you did so good f’me, sweetheart, max cooes as you start to ride yourself out on the final waves of orgasm on his fingers, now finally adjusted to the stretch. He smirks darkly down at the fucked out, blissful expression on your face as you gaze up at him adoringly with loving eyes. He has you right where he wants you - obedient, eager to please him, ready to say yes to whatever nasty, depraved things he wants to do next to your tight little holes.

withdrawing his fingers from you, eliciting a whine, he brings them up to his mouth and licks away the taste of your cum. You’re immediately breathless by how fucking hot he looks, unable to look away from his eyes as he speaks. Mmm, so sweet schat, you taste so fuckin’ sweet - just how I imagined. Next time I’ll make you cum on my tongue.

omg!! Your pussy flutters around nothing and your heart starts beating rapidly at this revelation from max, he had imagined what eating you out would feel like? max uses your distracted thoughts to grab your hands in his, laying them outstretched by your sides as he intertwines your fingers together. He’s so romantic, you think dreamily, naively unaware that this was the perfect position for him to hold you down while hungrily eyeing your delectable kissable tits and wet pussy as he lowered himself on top of you. You welcome the warm, heavy feeling of his built chest against your soft one as he leans down to recapture your lips in another slow, open mouthed wet kiss, obscene loud slurping noises filling the summer air as you lovingly make out and moan against each others lips.

Too bad max had much darker thoughts on his mind - first of which involved getting his painfully rock hard cock wet inside your virgin pussy!!

Liefje, you trust me right? Trust that I won’t hurt you, I’ll always do what’s best for you? Even if it’s not what you want right now? He asks, pulling back and looking into your innocent large doe eyes. You nod quickly, yes maxie, of course maxie, I trust you, whatever you want, whatever you say is right - you quickly slur, still drunk from the shots you had downed earlier. he was so sweet to make sure you were comfortable making out while naked!! You eagerly chased his lips, making him smugly smirk again at how desperate he’d already made you to feel his tongue again, so eager that you had completely missed the sinister undertone max’s words had had.

those were all the words max needed to fully defile you tonight. Well - if he’s being honest, which he rarely was - he would have taken it all the way even if you hadn’t said so, even if you’d become so overwhelmed by your first orgasm that you had passed out right there on his fingers!! regardless, this worked in his favour to use against you tomorrow morning when you woke up realizing that you couldn’t blame max for anything, only yourself, cuz you had begged and begged him to do whatever he wanted after all. He was just giving you what he knew you secretly desired but were too innocent to ask for ❤️

Recapturing your lips with his, max slowly slides his cocktip into your creamy folds, this time not pausing to stop even once. He drowns out your cute squeals of suprise and discomfort with his large tongue that he shoves down your drooling throat, your fingers weakly trying to push against his but unable to move from where he has locked them into position.

Fuckin’ finally, he moans against your lips as he slides in over halfway, impressed with the way you were managing to keep fairly still against the intrusion for your first time. Max knew he was considering big, especially for your short frame, but here you were taking his dick like a champ. With one last - and this time innocent, kiss, max now tilts his head slightly so he could see your expression. you blink up at him, feeling so stuffed, stupidly voicing that you don’t remember his tip feeling so big earlier, enquiring why he had stopped kissin-

want to see your pretty lil’ face, shatjze, he explains. Want to see what you’ll look like when you see everything I’m going to do you, all the ways I’m going to ruin you for anyone else but me.

you’re looking so delightfully confused now, unsure what he is going to go, and max feels blood rushing to his hard cock with the twisted desire he’s filled with at the fact that you’re so innocent, so naive, so dumb for him that you haven’t realized what he’s planning on claiming from you tonight! You open your mouth to ask but before you can say anything he’s bottomed out completely, his huge cock stretching out your tight little virgin hole. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open from the impossible stretch, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes - his huge fingers were nothing compared to the size of his cock. max’s head roars in pleasure from seeing the look on your face when he basically splits you in half on him, and he can’t resist spitting another large glob into your open mouth again, smirking as it successfully quietens down the confused, high pitched moans you’d started to make - Max, ah! maxie, you said just the tip, mmfh, you promised, ah! Oh! What about the condo-

Giving you a few minutes to adjust to his size - he wanted to make you addicting to the pleasure of his cock after all, not be scared of it - he idly traces the shape of your swollen, red lips with his broad thumb. shhhh, shhh, snoepje, just relax for me,yeah? Let it happen, this is what you wanted, yeah? To get fucked on my thick cock? That’s what dirty little sluts like you want, isn’t it? It feels sooo much better doing it raw, trust me, you’ll be begging for my cum inside you soon enough…but I’ll pull out, okay schat? I promise.

He smirks when he feels you go weak at his authoritative words, obeying his commands and relaxing as your mind turns gooey from pleasure and you begin moaning obscenely. He allows you to gently remove your hands from his grip and wrap them around his broad shoulders, handing all your power over to him as you go completely blank, ready to be his submissive pet. So- you’re so m-mean, maxie you whine out pathetically with your eyes screwed shut from the feeling of him, tears dripping down your chubby cheeks, making him laugh again. You can take it, schatje. You and your perfect little pussy were made for me. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Letting yourself get completely stuffed my cock?

Still circling your lips gently with his thumb as you nod at his dirty words, Max now slowly pulls his aching cock out of your tight core, making your dazed eyes open at him in confusion a second time. Was that- was that it? Is it done? Your innocent look just drove max wilder. He keeps going under just his tip is left inside you, and then with a sick, twisted smile he slams balls deep back home inside you while shoving his thumb inside your wet mouth. Your scream of pleasure and pain is drowned out by the obscene smack smack smack sounds of his cock fucking into you with a brutal pace, and you choke around his thumb that’s deep in your mouth, gagging on it with more of your shared saliva spilling around your mouth, unable to protest max’s complete betrayal of his earlier promise. Fuck yeah, that’s right babygirl, I’m going to fucking ruin your filthy little pussy, gonna mold it to the shape of my cock so you can only every come around my cock, no one else’s.

max’s mean mean words were just so hot!! He had been holding back, sweet talking you earlier just to trick you into letting him fuck his fat cock into you and you had totally let him. It felt soooo good, you couldn’t even be mad at him for it, your nails digging into his back muscles from the intensity of pleasure as he shifted his hands to your waist, fuckin you dumb up and down on his massive cock, the wet obscene sounds of your shared juices as he slammed into you, shlick shlick shlick, big balls against your juicy ass only making it hotter for you both. thank god he’s gonna pull out, you thought!! If there was so much precum already you couldn’t imagine how much there would be if he came inside, you would have been getting pregnant for sure!

the thought sends you into another dizzying wave of pleasure, and you start babbling all the filthy filthy thoughts that had been buried inside you, just for maxie, as he thrusts into you with that wicked smirk on his face. Mmfhhh, fuck yes maxie, daddy, please please please, it feels soooo good! Ahh! max’s rhythm stutters for a second, caught off guard at the word that you had accidentally slipped out - none of his past gf’s had been quite as dirty mouthed as you - before deciding that it was fucking hot and leaning down to claim your bruised lips in a searing kiss and squeezing a large hand around your throat. Fuck yes, say that again, you dirty fucking slut, say my name-

you has no qualms following Max’s orders, begging daddy please please make me come, mmmdh’make me cum ar-aroun’ your cock, ahh!

max groaned at the vision of you underneath him, looking positively debauched. Your eyeliner was smudged, lipgloss long worn out and lips swollen and bitten, your neck bruised from his hickies and and your perfect tits bouncing with every hard thrust. lifting your legs up around his waist, he fucked into you at a deeper angle, making you scream again in pleasure from his cock and his voice, that got deeper and stronger in his Dutch accent as he got more turned on. Yeah, you like this, huh? You like when daddy fucks you like that, don’t you? Neuken, een vuile slet. Fuck! So good for me, begging for my cock, cause I’m the only one who can do it for you, huh? You like calling me a dirty driver and then screaming my name as I take your virginity, huh? Your eyes widen as his words pierce through your lust addled brain. Maxie, ah, how did you know-ahh!

You’re interrupted by a rough smack on your ass, so strong it renders you speechless - after all, your maxie is the fastest driver on the grid, his grip strength is unparrallelled! answer me, slut he growls, answer me, tell me, does it feel good being my perfect little fuckdoll? When I treat you like the worthless cocksleeve you are? Tell me how much you want my cock in you, beg me for it

your second orgasm starts to rapidly approach you from the positively filthy dirty talk - he knows just how to make your inner whore come out for him. ohmygod yes maxie, yes, it f-feels so so good, please, I need your cock, I need it so bad, I can’t live without it, please maxie- your eyes start to roll back again, tongue drooling and dripping spit down your chin.

Max grins wickedly down at you. Fuck yes, this is exactly what he wanted, so cockdrunk for him there isn’t a single sane thought left within you - and especially not to remember his promise of pulling out. Sensing his own impending finish, he manoeuvres you again, this time by pulling out and flipping you around onto your side, settling down behind you with your legs spread wide, tossed open across his. He bullies his cock into you again, and you throw your head back against his shoulder, moaning and begging again for more more more, yes maxie, only you can do this to me, I saved my virginity just for you, ah! Please please please maxie I need to cum, I need it now!!

Neuken. Max slips into Dutch as you both approach your orgasm, the new position giving him easy access to fondle your tits and circle your clit, his sweaty forehead and matted hair falling onto your neck to place wet kisses along your collarbone. Fuck, this pussy will be the death of me, if only I knew your pussy would be so good t’me, you would’ve been mine a long long time ago.

His fingers drift from your clit and go lower, past his dick sliding in and out of your pussy and circle your hole - your other tight little hole, and you moan wantonly, thrusting back against him - which is an effort considering how he’s controlling the pace, bouncing you like a ragdoll on his cock. He chuckles darkly, next time I’ll take your virginity here too, huh? My lil slut saved all her sweet holes for daddy, right? Fuck! Come all over my fat cock for me, come for me now liefje, let me feel your sweet pussy tightening around me again, fuck yes-

this final promise send you over the edge and you cum together with one final thrust from max, reaching up to pull him forward by his hair and slot your lips together in a sweet kiss as he cums and cums and cums in you. he doesn’t move for a while as you both come down from your high, panting heavily, wanting to plugging your cute lil pussy up, before eventually pulling out when sleep starts to creep in. the wet sound of his copious amount of cum spilling out around your pussy makes you moan tiredly again and max can’t help himself from lightly fingering your pussy again, pushing the cum inside.

You whine, too overstimulated and he chuckles, conceding that you’d had enough for one night. Another time, he promises himself. And next time he’d take a photo to look back at later - a photo with you passed out from exhaustion, with his cum dripping down from your fucked out pussy to your twitching back hole - to jerk off too when he’s away on a race or to send to your brother or Charles if they need a reminder just who you belong too. Who’s he kidding - he doesn’t need a photo, he’ll just keep you by his side at all times, with a big diamond on your finger so it’s clear you’re his.

Pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, he looks down at you as you tiredly smile at him, starting to doze off. Love you maxie, you whisper easily before passing out, hearing his gentle love you too, mein schat. He wraps you comfortably in his arms after wiping you off with a clean towel.

He should’ve done this a long long time ago. Doesn’t matter now, you were his now, always, and now that he’d marked you he was never, ever letting you go ❤️

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A/N: yeah so this is just pure smut, idk I have no explanation or defence for this being my first literal post, my apologies to everyone who might need to be doused in holy water after reading this. Hope you enjoyed!


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9 months ago

Keep your eyes open

Summary: Mirror sex. Nothing else. Not even a crumb of plot.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader (no y/n, just honorifics) 

W/C: 4k

Rating: +18, age Gap, size difference, praise kink, oral hyper-fixation, marking, overstimulation, soft!dom/sub

A/N: I'm back, bitches! xD Bon Appétit <3

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Keep Your Eyes Open

Was the whole room vibrating, or was it just you...? Your mind needed a moment to focus and find yourself back in reality.

Your whole body felt dangerously hot, even though your skin was covered in the thin layer of sweat and you could feel your hair sticking to your face. Your breath was irregular, and heavy, as if you were drowning and someone just pulled you to the surface, and you were trying your best to get enough oxygen into your lungs. Your heart was beating so intensely that you could feel it even in your fingertips and toes... There was a metallic taste on your tongue, and you realised that you bit your lower lip so hard that you drew blood, but you were too overwhelmed to feel the pain.

When your breathing finally calmed down, a heavy sweet and salty scent hit your nostrils, invading your brain and reminding you of what just happened.

You were sitting in Toto's lap, although sitting was a very generous word for the state you were in. Your back was tightly pressed against his chest and for once in your life, his skin was colder than yours. That sensation helped your mind remember how to form coherent thoughts. He was using his knees to keep your legs open, letting them hang limp in the air, not able to reach the ground, so even if you could move - you wouldn't be able to escape. Toto's strong arm was holding your torso under your breasts, keeping you in the upright position as his other hand was gently caressing your thigh. Your head was resting on his shoulder, and it felt so heavy, even though you felt as if you were floating somewhere under the ceiling. His cheek was pressed to your temple and in his low, rumbling voice he was whispering things your mind wasn't able to comprehend.

Very slowly you moved your hands and placed them over his, trying to hold onto him even more, because you still felt like you could slip in between the cracks of reality. But the tone alone was able to soothe you in the way nothing else ever could. You could feel his chest vibrating behind you, while his hand moved from your thigh to your abdomen, covering almost all of it. His rough fingers were tracing unrecognisable shapes on your skin giving you goosebumps, but you loved that sensation. A huge smile sprawled across your face as you finally came back to your body.

You gently squeezed his big forearms, letting him know that you were coherent again, and when you did that - he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

- You want me to do that again...? - he asked in a hushed whisper, and the only thing you could do was nod your head slowly. - You're being so good for me, just let me take care of you... - he pressed another kiss to your head as his hand left your body for a short moment to grab the vibrating wand again, but you stopped him mid-move... Of that, you had enough. - Oh...? - he asked with a fake innocence in his voice. You could hear a sly smile that showed up on his face; you didn't even have to look at him. - You don't want more...? - he teased, even though he already knew exactly what you were asking for.

You let out a quiet mewl of protest, wriggling your hips just a little bit, grinding against his very erect cock, which was gently resting in between your folds, already soaked with your previous releases, but Toto hadn't had his yet... He always took care of you first, no matter what. He even joked sometimes that at his age he might not be able to keep up with you anymore, but that was bullshit because he was almost always able to outlast you; the control he had over his own body... It was something to be admired, especially in moments like this.

- And you think you're ready...? - he asked in a soft, teasing, almost condescending tone as he gently traced his fingers on the inside of your thighs, giving you goosebumps that spread all over your body. His hands rested on your hips for a moment, where his thumbs gently rubbed the skin before he pulled you back, allowing his shaft to slide up, teasing your clit along the way, which drew another twitch from your body. You couldn't help but part your lips, letting out a soft whine from between them, as his hand travelled up your body, teasing your nipples, until he reached your jaw, where his delicate touch tightened. He roughly grabbed you and forced you to look in the mirror in front of you.

You looked absolutely obscene...

Your eyes looked like they were made of glass, your lips were swollen and puffed from constant biting, and your skin glistened in the soft, dim light. Your neck and shoulders were covered in hickeys and bitemarks, already filling up with crimson. Before your gaze travelled lower, you looked up, to catch Toto's grin, but it was far from malicious; he resembled a proud cat, who presented the fruits of his bountiful hunt. He gently nudged your temple with his nose and playfully bit the top of your ear when he noticed you were looking at him, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. But it wasn't long before he guided your head forward again so you could go back to examining your body.

Your hair was a mess, sticking not only to your own flushed skin, but also to Toto's, and your nipples stood proudly erect from all the stimulation, and just by looking at them you could feel them tensing even more. You were spread open by his legs, your most vulnerable parts exposed and displayed... Well... They were just a minute ago, but right in the reflection they were hidden behind a long, thick cock, which tip reached your navel, and just the sight of it made you swallow.

When you saw it for the first time, you were convinced there was no chance he'd ever fit inside you, but somehow he made it fit.

As if out of its own volition, your hand travelled to his shaft, and as soon as your fingers traced the length, Toto hissed quietly in your ear, which made you retreat and look down, but that didn't help, because instead of a reflection, your gaze met the real thing and you instantly started salivating. The smooth texture of a dark pink tip was almost glistening in the soft light, and you could see how tensely the skin was stretched over the girth, giving the impression that it was almost too thick to be contained. Every vein was not only visible but practically emphasized... And when it suddenly twitched and touched your abdomen - there was a sticky spot of precum left on your skin.

- I asked you a question, Angel... - he said with a playful grin, and you instantly looked up to catch his beautiful chocolate eyes staring back at you from the mirror. You swallowed loudly and looked down again as if to make sure, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Or rather what you were about to get inside you.

But somehow words eluded you, so instead you just nodded slowly without breaking eye contact with Toto's reflection.

- Well, if you're sure... - he chuckled quietly... - But first I need you to promise me one thing. Do you think you can do that for me...? - he asked, the cunning smile still echoing in his voice. You nodded again, and he licked your exposed neck, soothing the nasty bite he already left there. When he looked at you again, his gaze darkened. - Keep your eyes open. - he said in a stern voice, and you couldn't help but swallow, because you knew what was about to come, and even though every cell in your body craved it, you were aware that it wasn’t going to be possible without a certain amount of pain. - Yeah...? - he asked after not receiving any confirmation from you.

- Yeah... - it was all you were able to say, your voice still strained and raspy from all the screaming.

- Good girl... - he growled and playfully bit your earlobe, at the same time pulling you even closer into him. You almost closed your eyes when his hands started moving down your body, but you stopped yourself at the last second and looked in the mirror again. Your gaze was pulled to Toto's hands under your thighs, where he gave you a gentle squeeze, letting you know to get ready and relax, before lifting you until his thick tip was pressed against your entrance, and suddenly you weren't so sure if you were ready. He looked almost comically big next to you.

But then he started slowly lowering you, and it was too late to back out. At first, there was only the pressure of his smooth head pushing against your opening, without being able to penetrate, until suddenly his cock slid forward on a slippery mess, shot up gliding between your folds and teasing your clit, which forced a loud squeal from between your lips. You could feel his chest moving behind you, as he tried to mask a chuckle. But he didn't say anything... Instead, he pressed a long kiss to your shoulder and lifted you again.

For a moment you thought that the scenario would repeat itself when that pressure at your entrance grew, but then your already relaxed body lost the battle and gave in, swallowing almost a third of his shaft in one go, driving all air from your lungs in a loud squeak. It took a good few seconds for your brain to process the stimuli, and for a moment you didn't even feel the burning pain of being stretched so much that clenching was impossible, but when it hit you, tears almost instantly started gathering in the corners of your eyes... It was all too much, and a single sob left your mouth.

- Oh, I know it hurts, Angel, I'm sorry... - Toto whispered straight into your ear and rubbed his cheek against your temple. - You're being so good for me, taking me so well... - he continued praising you; his hot breath whiffed over your skin causing almost painful goosebumps. You sniffled quietly and mumbled something your brain couldn't comprehend at the moment, your nervous system completely flooded with the sensations coming from inside of you. - Hmmm? What's that? - he made sure that you didn't use your safe word, but you only weakly repeated the quiet plea. - No, baby, we can't stop yet, I'm not even halfway there and your pussy is too pretty to be half empty... - your sobs grew a little bit louder, and the tears finally overflowed and started streaming down your cheeks. - Shhh, shhh, shhhhhh... It's OK if you cry, you're safe, I promise... I love you so much... - his praise made something in your chest bloom and a familiar warmth spilled from that area... You took one deep breath and nodded, letting him know you were ready to continue.

You let your head roll back and rest on his shoulder while his fingers dug into your flesh as he slowly lifted you again in the air. The thickness of his cock pressed against every single spot inside you on its way out, and you let out another sob, this time louder and you could almost feel him smiling, even though you couldn't see his face from this angle, your nose buried in his neck. Your lips latched onto his skin and you started sucking, trying to distract yourself at least a little from the burning pain coming from between your legs.

He didn't let his whole length leave your body to give you a short break, and as soon as the head was about to pop out of you, he started lowering you again almost mechanically, not speeding up or slowing down, allowing you to get used to the sensations. Before your lips left his skin, you gave him a playful bite over the hickey and rubbed your tears away on his neck and with your own shoulder, because bringing your hands to your face required the amounts of energy you didn't possess at the moment.

You let out a quiet squeal when you felt a familiar pressure against your cervix, and the muscles in your thighs involuntarily clenched. You forced your head up to look in the mirror, but you still didn't have enough strength to keep it upright by yourself, so you rested your temple on Toto's cheek, and the view you saw in front of you almost took your breath away...

Both yours and Toto's skin glistened in the dim warm light, giving the impression that you were covered in a gold mist... Your legs hung loosely in his strong hands, your soft flesh giving into his grip, and every place where his fingers dipped into you looked like a secret oasis of desire, showing how much he didn't want to let you go. You didn't realise that before, but your breath synched with his, or his with yours, and you were moving in perfect harmony, both of your chests rising and falling at the same rhythm as if you were a single organism. And then your gaze travelled lower...

You could see your stomach bulging every time he slowly lowered you down, his massive cock invading your abdomen. You could tell exactly where the tip was and the steady movement almost hypnotized you; you couldn't help yourself and your hand traveled to your stomach, where you could feel him move under the skin. It wasn't the first time you were seeing it, but every time was equally fascinating... Seeing your skin stretching to accommodate something so big, and your opening straining around his girth; he was changing your body in front of your eyes, and you loved it more than you could put into words.

And then he lowered you even more and pain shot through your legs and spine; Toto rammed into your cervix, pushing it back into your body, and you couldn't stop a loud whine that left your lips. Your heart rolled back again, all the sensations too overwhelming to consciously process, so you just let yourself ride it through, trusting him completely.

Toto knew your body well by now, so he squeezed your thighs harder, pulling your attention away from the pain inside you, and he rubbed his cheek against your face, inhaling deeply and allowing your scent to invade his senses.

- You're taking me so well, Angel... So tight for me... - he continued praising you and pressing light kisses everywhere his lips could reach. And with his every word, every thrust, you started to feel the tension building up again, the familiar tightness overtaking your body as his cock constantly stimulated your G spot even with the slightest of moves. You grabbed his forearm with one hand and pressed on your stomach with the other - That's it, baby, that's it... Cum for me, pleeeease cum for me. It's ok, you can do it. - his tone was so soft, putting you at ease and you let yourself go yet again, a quiet moan escaping your lips as your legs involuntarily twitched in his hands, disrupting his steady rhythm, but not stopping completely.

Electricity run through your whole body as the tip of Toto's cock dragged against that spot inside you yet again, and you couldn't stop the loud cry that forced itself from your mouth. Your brain felt fuzzy, and as if it was behind a thick wall, not completely belonging to you. You couldn't lift your head, but your eyes locked with his in the mirror, while sob after quiet sob dropped from between your lips.

- Please... Toto... I can't anymore... - you whined, looking at him with a plea painted all over your face. He only smiled in reply and kissed the top of your head, but he didn't stop moving you up and down, almost like a doll. You wrapped your hands around your body and continued crying as he sped up, your whines matching his moves. But despite the pain and all the stimulation, you didn't close your eyes; after all - he told you not to. And he held your gaze; his eyes darkening with your every plea and you could only see determination in them. He held you even tighter as he continued fucking into you; his thrusts getting faster, more desperate, more erratic. - Toto... I can't... I can't cum anymore... - your voice cracked, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your whole body felt hot and cold at the same time as it hung loosely in his arms and rested against his chest. You barely had enough energy to stay still as he used your body.

- Don't worry, this will be the last one, I promise... I know you can do it, Angel... Here, I'll even go nice and slow to help you a little bit, just to be sure you can take it all, hmmm? - he whispered against your skin and you couldn't even reply coherently, as his movements became more drawn out, more deliberate. He was purposefully angling your body so as much pressure as possible was dragging against that sweet spot inside you at any given moment, and your cries started to mix with moans yet again. - That's it, you're doing amazing... You're such a good girl... Just a little bit longer... - his voice was getting husky and gravely, his breaths shallow and uneven; it couldn't be easy for him to manhandle you like that, but he showed no signs of stopping, continuing to move your body up and down his shaft, a cheeky smile curving his lips as he heard the change in your voice.

Against everything you thought you knew about your body, you started to feel another orgasm approaching; slowly, but unmistakably closing in. You couldn't look away from him, because you knew that if you did, you wouldn't be able to take it any longer and his beautiful dark chocolate eyes were the only thing grounding you in reality.

Your broken sobs became higher the closer you were to the peak, and Toto knew it well, that's why you almost screamed in protest when he suddenly stopped, dropping you completely onto his cock, sheathing it in full inside you.

- Toto... Toto, pleeeeease. Please, please, please, I am so close... - you whined and looked up at him, trying to look into his eyes up close, as if that could help.

- I thought you said you couldn't cum anymore... - he teased with a sly smile and a cold shiver ran through your spine. He wouldn't... He couldn't, right...?

- Nononononono... Please... I was wrong, please... - tears of desperation were streaming down your cheeks, but you couldn't care less.

- Oh, Angel... - his voice was soft and soothing; he could never resist your pleas. He playfully bit the side of your neck and immediately licked it at the same time moving you up again and a quiet squeal tore itself from between your lips. - Just a little bit longer... Can you do that for me...? Can you wait for me...? - he whispered quietly with his nose digging into your cheek, his words composed more from heavy breathing than actual sound.

Instead of replying you just nodded enthusiastically and pressed yourself into his chest even harder; not sure when your own body ended and his began. And then he picked up the speed again, and you just couldn't stop your eyes from rolling back into your head. You had to wrap your arms around yourself, so they wouldn't be flailing widely in the rhythm of Toto's moves. You could feel your breasts bouncing, straining against gravity, the slight sting of skin slapping against skin, the sound filling the room in tandem with other sounds. Moans, growls, whines, and whimpers mixed with each other in an unnamed symphony, accompanied by the loud squelching coming from your pussy.

Toto's fingers dug deeper into your flesh to get a tighter grip; your skin was covered in a layer of sweat and he didn't want to accidentally drop you. And if that meant that you'd be donning bruises in the shape of his fingers for the next few days... Oh well.

You were so fucking close... You could almost taste it with your mouth wide open, willing your body to hold on for just a little bit longer. You didn't even feel your fingernails drawing blood from where you were holding onto yourself.

And then something shifted in the air. Toto's growls became deeper and louder, and you could just tell that he closed his eyes and that his eyebrows gathered closer, focusing on the culmination of today's evening. He started thrusting up, although, in the position you were in, it wasn't easy. His face was pressed into your shoulder, his hot breath giving you goosebumps all over.

It wasn't long before you could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you right before release, and as soon as he released the first spurt of cum right against your cervix, he dropped you onto his cock, wrapped his hand around your waist and with the other reached down ad started rubbing your clit with just enough pressure that you came instantly releasing an exhausted yet satisfied cry, allowing your body to act on its own.

Your legs curled up, your toes crossed each other and your stomach tensed, and if not for Toto's arm, you would have slid down from his lap onto the floor. And then he continued rubbing, as all air left your lungs and you became quiet. Or maybe you screamed...? You weren't quite sure, because the only thing you were able to hear was a loud, rapid heartbeat ringing in your ears, as you were spasming around Toto's giant cock inside you. He made you ride your orgasm to the fullest, relishing in the feeling of your soft walls squeezing around him, as your body twitched uncontrollably until it couldn't anymore.

You were left limply laying in Toto's hold, and after you were able to catch your breath you let out a quiet, raspy chuckle.

- I swear to gods, the things you do to me... - you said with disbelief, your mouth was so dry that when you closed it, your tongue almost stuck to the roof of your mouth. Toto joined you in the quiet laughter, his chest rumbling gently under your back

- Ich liebe dich... - he mumbled and pulled you up his lap, even closer to him than you already were, and hid his face in the nook of your neck, taking a deep breath. You lifted your hand and ran your fingers through his soft hair.

- I love you too... - you chuckled again, not exactly by choice... Your body still didn't belong fully to you and it tried to release all the accumulated tension in any way it could, and that also meant that you still randomly twitched from time to time, but that didn't stop you from noticing that Toto's giant hand found it's way to your abdomen, fingers tracing the bulge he was a cause of. - You're not planning on pulling out, are you... - it was more of a statement than a question and your tone was light, almost like a warm laughter.

- I wouldn't dream about it. - he replied and started sucking on the skin of your shoulder again, and you just knew that you were going to wake up with another load of his cum inside you.

Eventually, you were able to look up at your reflection again, and you didn't even try to hide a giant smile that curved your lips. There was no way you could hide all the bitemarks, hickeys and bruises in the coming days, but neither could he, so at least you were matching. 

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.


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9 months ago

Another perv!lando with innocent!reader ask since ur in ur freak era (so real me too):

Reader telling lando that she's scared it will hurt when she does it for the first time and perv lando telling her that one way to help with that is by sleeping with his fingers (or his dick) deep in her to stretch her and she accepts bc lando could never take advantage of her right??

U don't have to do it if ur not comfortable with it xx

Warnings: dark fic, 18+, smut, cockwarming, perv!lando

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - SWND ME MORE DARK LANDO FICS PLS PLS PLS

“Lando,” you giggled as he carried you into the bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He chuckled, pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck. Your lips never left his as he moved on top of you, only breaking away so he could throw his hoodie and shirt off. You’d both gone on ‘platonic’ dates for the past three weeks together, five dates in total. Lando had told you they were platonic. He was your best friend, after all 

“Lando,” you paused, hand on his chest as he worked at removing your dress. You’d never had sex before. You wanted to, with Lando, more than anything, but you’d heard from your friends that it hurt, before. Lando had told you it would be cool, and, like, the ultimate show of your friendship. “Hmm?” he hummed, seeing the seriousness in your eyes as you looked to him. “Is it gonna hurt?” you asked, a frown creased across his face. 

“What, sex?” he raised a brow, looking at you under him. He wanted nothing more than to just rip your dress off and fuck you til you saw stars, but it was evident you didn’t want to. For fucks’ sake. You nodded, confirming his question. “It doesn’t hurt if you stretch the girl a bit,” he shrugged. “How d’you do that?” you frowned, still a bit new to the whole sex thing.

“Well,” Lando said, an idea forming as the cogs in his brain turned quickly, “the girl needs to sleep with the guy, but he has his dick in her, so she gets used to it,”. It would be obvious to anyone but you that that was the biggest piece of bullshit ever. “Okay,” you said, somehow the sentence making sense to you. 

“So I need to sleep with you?” you repeated as he nodded. “Okay,” you said, letting him tug your dress down, leaving you in your bra and panties. “So pretty,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your neck, before moving the duvet back on the bed. You let him lay you down on the mattress, his lips still on your neck as he slid in beside you. 

Lando wrapped his arms round your waist, lifting you onto his chest, your head on his shoulder as he watched you. “Are you gonna go in?” you asked as he tugged his joggers down. “Yep,” Lando nodded, his cock springing, hard against his abdomen. It was a risky idea, doing this, but you were oblivious, as always. 

Your gaze fell to his length beneath you, springing gassing your thigh. Fuck. That was supposed to fit? But then again, you remembered the whole reason you were with Lando right now, so he could help you. Lando watched the flicker of reluctance on your face before you relaxed. “Ready?” he asked, pumping his length a few times. 

“You’re my best friend,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your jaw as he pushed the head into you. You frowned, a small squeak leaving your lips as he pushed into you, sliding his length inch by inch into you, a deep groan leaving his lips. “Get comfortable,” he said, “and go to sleep,”. You nodded, closing your eyes, the unfamiliar sensation between your legs was kind of unsettling, but you forgot it. 

Lando waited, his breath slow and steady as he heard your own breaths slow down, your eyes closed as you slept, moving once or twice to adjust to his size. The next morning, you awoke, after Lando, who was holding you to his chest, your legs wrapped tightly round his waist, his cock still buried inside of you. It didn’t hurt or stretch as much as it had before, thankfully. 

“Morning,” he said, still somehow resisting the urge to just slam his hips into you. “Ready to try sex, then?”. You nodded, watching as he lifted you, still not quite pulling out. “Slept okay?” he asked, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah,” you smiled, nodding. 

“Kept me warm, you did,” he grinned, the usual banter from your friendship shining through. You giggled at his words, letting him turn you beneath him. You were doing this to, as he said, prove you were a good friend. You gasped as he moved his hips slowly, your body moving with his thrusts as he sped up, holding onto your hips. 

“Oh you’re such a good friend,” he said, his tone borderline condescending at this point as he moved to slams, your body bouncing either each movement. “Lando!” you gasped, holding onto him. This was a whole new level of pleasure for you, and you liked it. Definitely looking forward to proving your friendship more with Lando.

The knot in your stomach built up as he slammed into you, a grin on his face as he gasped. “Such a good friend,” he cooed, “my best friend,”. Those words were exactly what you wanted. The knot in your stomach unraveled as Lando’s cum shot out into thick hot ropes inside of you, your eyes squeezed shut as you held onto Lando. 

“Good girl,” Lando muttered, “such a good friend for me,”. 


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9 months ago

I‘ve got this little idea where Lando is angry about having to give the win to Oscar and he takes his anger out on reader but then Oscar calls Lando when they are in the middle of sonething ;) and Lando eventually picks up :D I don’t know if you like this

Thank you for this! I love it. Hope you enjoy it anon, I hope it's what you were hoping for. Remember - requests are always open.

Post Race

Warnings - mild angst, smut, fingering, m and f receiving oral, swearing

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I‘ve Got This Little Idea Where Lando Is Angry About Having To Give The Win To Oscar And He Takes His

Today's race was a complete shitshow. Watching it was one thing, but listening to it was a whole other ballgame. Hearing how the pit wall lied, manipulated and guilt tripped Lando was heartbreaking to hear. Lando was already a sensitive being, but it was safe to say - sensitive or not - no driver deserved this kind of treatment from their own team.

You knew Lando was going to be upset, take the blame on himself for everything, but it was now your job to make him understand that none of today was his fault, and he was the one fucked over.

As he drove into his P2 place you stood watching him from the barriers. You expected to see him with a defeated look on his face, eyes sad as they usually would be after coming so close to a win and having it snatched away from him. But you didn't see any of that. Here was an angry Lando, pissed off, body language completely not what you were expecting.

He walked up to where his mechanics and you were standing. He threw words of anger, not directly to them, but rather for the team. When he looked at you his eyes bore into yours, not softening sweetly as they usually do when he looks at you. This was a very pissed off man standing in front of you, and you knew nothing you said at this moment was going to calm him down. You just bit your lip and gave his bicep a squeeze, before he was called for his interview and the podium.

As soon as that was done Lando went to finish up his other interviews. You waited for him in his drivers' room, trying to find a way to calm your own nerves and be prepared for whatever emotions Lando was going to go through.

After some time you heard Lando's voice getting louder, setting his frustrations out on Jon, about the race, about how it wasn't Oscar's race to win. His room door flew open before he quickly came inside and shut the door behind him.

''Lando -'''you started, but he cut your off.

''Just don't!. We're leaving. Flying back home. Don't want to spend another minute here'' he threw harshly at you.

''Okay, but baby please -''

''Fuck Y/N, just stop talking'' he cut you off again.

You gulped and just nodded your head, gathering your things, not saying another word. You knew his anger wasn't towards you. Basically any one who came into contact with him since the race ended has had his anger thrown at them. And you honestly struggled to find any reason to blame him.

The flight home was a silent one. You kept your distance knowing he would come to you when he was ready.

Once back at your shared apartment you hoped the comfort of the place would calm Lando down and let you be there for him.

He immediately started to unpack his bags, it was always the first thing he did once he was back home after a bad race.

''Lan I'm going for a shower'' you quietly told him as you stepped into the bathroom and started stripping when he didn't say anything back.

The warm water instantly calmed your tense body, and it had you involuntarily moaning with how good it felt.

What you didn't know was Lando had heard your moans, and for a second got angrier at the thought that you were pleasuring yourself when he was literally in the next room.

The bathroom door flew open and banged against the wall, causing you to jump and shudder with a fright.

''What the fuck are you doing?'' Lando asked, voice laced with venom, although his actions had your mind confused because he started stripping himself.

''I-What?'' you asked, mind blurred with what was going on.

He opened the shower door and you saw him in all his glory. Face red with anger, muscles taunt, and his god damn thick girth standing hard and tall, angrier than his face. His eyes shamelessly roamed your body, which had you suddenly dripped with want.

He stepped into the shower and pushed you against the wall roughly, but not enough to hurt you.

You cupped your chin and held it up so your face was gazing up at his.

''Touching yourself? When I'm right here?'' he asked, his voice and his hold on you softening instantly.

''What?'' you whispered, mind still confused at everything thats' happened in the last minute or so.

Lando's bought his fingers to toy with your cunt, slipping through your folds roughly.

''Lan oh uh'' you breathed, closing your eyes and enjoying what he was doing to you.

''Don't oh me'' he said, voice not as soft now.

''Lan, wasn't touching myself. Just felt relieved with the hot water on my body'' you breathed out, trying to grind yourself on his fingers.

''Say what you want babygirl'' he said, before leaning down to take the breath out of you in a heated, rough kiss. While at the same time he slipped two fingers through your entrance and set a relentless pace.

You moaned into him and you wrapped your arms around his head and pulled at his curls, edging him on to continue.

''Wasn't touching myself Lan'' you repeated as you pulled back for air. ''Not when I have you for that'' you whispered, pulling him in again.

He sped up his fingers and curled them so precisely so he was suddenly hitting that spongy spot inside you that sent you trembling over the edge, releasing your cum all over his hand while biting on his lower lip to ride through the pleasure.

''Look at you, dripping like this for me'' he roughly said before kissing you again and letting his tongue explore your mouth. All you could do was moan into the kiss again, trying to keep your body at bay from your unexpected orgasm.

Lando then pushed you down to your knees before pumping himself. You looked at his girth, saw how red and hard he was. The vein on the side looking like it was about to explode. You held onto his thighs as Lando pushed himself into your mouth, and hissing at the contact of your tongue on him.

He fucked into your mouth violently, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust which in turn had to gagging around him. Your mouth a mess of spit dripping down your chin.

You moaned around him again, creating a vibration at everything he was feeling, when he started talking again, this time about the race.

''Got fucked over by my own fucking team again, but at least I can come home and fuck you over now''

You moaned at his words, rubbing your thighs together slightly.

''That what you want huh? Already desperate for my cock, aren't you?'' you said as he slammed into your mouth again.

''Hmm mm'' you said, Lando not giving you a chance to say anything back.

You could feel his movements getting sloppier and clumsy, he was close, and you eagerly waited to taste him.

Suddenly though, he pulled out of your mouth. You whined in response when you saw hum shut the water off and step out the shower, pulling you behind him.

He quickly dried both of your bodies before he roughly picked you up by your ass and walked back into your bedroom, throwing you on the bed.

Lando spread your legs apart and wasted to time in running his cock through your folds before hammering into your cunt, bottoming out in one thrust.

''Fuck, Lando!'' you shrieked, body shuddering at the intrusion.

He didn't say a word. He just bought his hand to your throat and lightly put his pressure on it, using it to set a fast and rough pace, while his tongue settled on your hard nipples, biting and tugging on them.

''Yes Lan, god, feels amazing, fuck me harder, please'' you begged him, nails digging into the muscles on his back, probably even drawing blood from how hard you were scratching him.

He chuckled sarcastically. ''Harder, she says'' before his movements rapidly increased, making you a moaning mess underneath him.

That was until the sound of Lando's phone ringing on his beside halted your movements.

Lando scoffed when he saw who was calling him.

''Fucking pathetic. Steals my win from me then has the audacity to phone me while I'm fucking my girl''

You couldn't help but smile at the mention of being ''his girl'' while he was this riled up.

But you knew Lando had to speak to Oscar at some point. Might as well get it over and done with.

''Lan answer it, talk to him. You need to'' you cooed.

But Lando showed no signs of stopping fucking into you.

''He can fuck off. Don't wanna speak to him right now'' Lando angrily threw back at you.

While all this was going on you couldn't hold back your orgasm, so you violently gushed all over Lando's cock, moaning out his name, surely for the neighbors to hear.

As Lando chased his own release his phone started ringing again. This time though he held his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans and answered Oscar's call, not slowly his movements whatsoever.

''Osc'' he sarcastically threw through the call. He had it on loudspeaker so as much as you wanted to go into a phase of bliss, you listened in.

''Lando'' Oscar said, voice sounding weary, while Lando still pounded into you, eyes on yours.

''I just listened to everything. The on boards, everything. If I had known they were lying to you about your tyres and everything I wouldn't have wanted my first win like this. I didn't know you had a glitch at the start. Seriously, i hate that I took a win from you''

''Lando?'' he asked when Lando didn't reply, instead picked up his breathing into his phone.

''Fuck. I-I'' Lando panted, movements coming to halt.

''It's not your fault Oscar. The team fucked both of us today. But you deserved the win. Enjoy it'' Lando cooed back.

You couldn't help but admire Lando's humanity. He truly was such a selfless, incredible person.

''Yeah but still. Shit day for the both of us'' Oscar replied back.

Lando's eyes on you grew soft and tender for the first time since the race ended.

''Mate. We'll chat soon. But seriously, you only win for the first time once, so take it and enjoy it''

''Thanks'' Oscar said, and if he wanted to say anymore you wouldn't have heard it because Lando ended the call and threw his phone to the other side of the bed.

He leaned down and locked his lips with yours in a tender kiss, before he let all his weight fall on you and started to thrust into you again, not fucking you, but just making love to you.

You held his face in your hands and kissed him again, slow and deep, your own tongue slipping into his mouth and memorizing every inch of him.

Within minutes you had your body shaking underneath him, your warm juices sliding across his aching dick.

''Lan, fuck'' you moaned out.

''Fuck y/n, so frickin tight for me'' he whispered before his cock started twitching inside of you and in no time you felt him release his milky cum to fill you up. He moaned into your ear as he rode through his orgasm as you just wrapped your arms around him and held him as close as possible.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until he started softening, so he pulled out, the both of you moaning at the loss of contact.

Lando layed beside you and pulled you to his side.

''Lando-''

''Wait, I'm sorry for being angry at you. You know it wasn't you. It was the fucking team, and I'm not okay with how they treated me today. But thank you for being there for me. I love you so much''

''Lan I love you too. You're amazing and I swear I fall more in love with you every second of every day. You'll get that win soon enough. I know it. Until then, hold onto my love for you''

He kissed your forehead, then chuckled.

''What's so funny?'' you asked, giggling at him.

''And thank you for moaning in the shower. Fucking thought you were getting yourself off in there''

''Hmmm Lan, you should know better by now. Can't get myself off when I can have you there to fuck me whenever I want'' you both chuckled and kissed again.


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9 months ago

Silverstone All-Nighter

pairing: Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, Ollie Bearman, Pierre Gasly, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

summary: After race in Silverstone, Lewis decided to show his generosity by letting you comfort his colleagues.

word count: 5.3k

warning: 18+ only, smut, nsfw, rough sex, humiliation, group sex, P in V sex, anal sex, oral (M&F receiving), dirty talk objectification, BDSM, dom/sub, force orgasm, multi orgasm, If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

notes: writing this really drained me. But I truly enjoyed it. I hope you like it too :) English is not my native language and I am exhausted, so feel free to correct me!

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It’s been a tough night for all the drivers except Lewis Hamilton.

George Russell started on pole and retired due to a water system failure; McLaren could have pitted with both cars but chose to put a driver out there to take the loss, and could have used a new medium but change the used soft, a race that proved that McLaren is not yet ready to fight for the WCC; Red Bull had a perfect strategy, Max had a stable mindset, but the car was poorly today, while Ferrari as usual should have jailed the strategy team; Pierre got a 50 place penalty, starting from China GP, resulting in a DNS.

Lewis Hamilton led you into an exclusive club — you were his personal paid companion, ready for any of his reasonable or unreasonable demands, anytime and anywhere.

“I love how you do anything for money. ”Straightforward and simple, this is why the world champion loved you. “But tonight, you can’t just be my whore.” As the home race winner who had won it all, he was willing to offer his colleagues some comfort.

You had no room to refuse; you would not meet anyone as generous as him, and for now, you didn’t need any drugs or equipment to get him aroused.

“I also like that you only pay in cash, Mr. Hamilton.” You skillfully unfastened your lingerie, removed your panties and shoes, and folded them neatly aside, leaving only a plus 44 T-shirt on your body.

“Mr. Hamilton?” He questioned the way you address him. You had many endearments for him, daddy, Lew, sir, but Mr. Hamilton he hadn’t heard from you yet.

“I thought it suited the situation.”

You liked to leave all morality behind, the pure deal of money and desire collision. You sat on his lap, one hand hooked around his neck, one hand stroking his cock that was starting to get aroused-just the size your throat is used to, “Give me a kiss.” You stuck out your tongue, “Before I suck your coworkers’ cocks.”

Lewis cupped your face — he kissed you roughly, a menacing soft grunt escaping his throat from time to time, his cock rising between your nimble and erotic fingers, you tortured the open and closed head briskly, trying to probe with the tip of your index finger every now and then, he liked that best of all, and he came extra fiercely every time.

Too bad he was just an appetizer for you tonight.

The booth slowly filled up.

“Lewis!” Lewis didn’t respond to his biggest rival today. He let go of your tongue, panting heavily, his pleasure audible, his cum splattering, and you heard a few f-words from other young boys.

Lewis patted your lower back, and you got up, displaying yourself to your new targets — you had no doubt some are still virgins, like that boy Ollie Bearman who could’t even look at you directly, while others are already winked at you, like Lando Norris and Pierre Gasly.

“You’ll need this, I brought her, enjoy, just one rule, don’t break her.” Lewis grabbed a handful of condoms out of his pocket, “Guys, I don‘t mean to offend, but if anyone has something contagious, better speak up now.”

Nobody cared about Lewis’s words; they were all captivated by you, almost every one of them blurted out a few “fucks”upon seeing you. These boys shared a unique bond; your role here is evident.

“boys, I’m Y/N, you can ask me for anything tonight.” You waved, Lewis's cum still on your hand. For Silverstone, he abstained for a while, and so did these drivers.

“Don’t be shy, tonight’s safe word is 'sunflower' — everyone gets a chance to breed in me.”

“But you can ignore that — she‘s never used a safe word.” Lewis hugged you from behind, squeezing your chest under the T-shirt, “What are you waiting for?”

“This is too much, I don’t wanna be part of it.” Ollie refused, he was so shy that his whole face flushed red, Lewis laughed, “Y/N, go give little Ollie a kiss and show him how good you are.”

”No... please…” Ollie pleaded with the older drivers, “Charles! Charles! Lando!”

Lando shook his head with a look of amusement, while Charles took on the role of a senior, his words sounding very convincing, “This will relieve your stress, it‘s very effective, don’t be afraid, Ollie, be a man.”

“Just take it as your signing gift, baby bear.” You lightly bit his lips, massaged his hair, patiently explored his mouth, curling his tongue and sucking. When Ollie’s tongue finally flicked out, you pulled away from his lips.

You squatted down and took his cock in your mouth, using the lips that just kissed him — this could be considered a kiss of sorts. The boy was bigger than you imagined, and his size was a challenge for you. Adapting took time, your throat spasmed uncomfortably, gradually being stretched open by his growing dick. You used your tongue, moving back and forth.

Ollie’s moans were more pleasant than Lewis’s. The boy didn’t yet know how to control his desires, his moans soft and tender. You heard Lewis’s voice — “I need to get a drink before joining you guys, seeing you all so downcast is making me limp.”

“Watch this first.” Another voice, with a distinct French accent, said, “Bet 200 pounds that our little boy will finish in five minutes.”

“Oh... Pierre, don’t say things like that...” Ollie could barely speak a complete sentence because your tongue was swirling around his most sensitive spot, he couldn’t control his thrusts.

You slowly swallowed his precum, the tight pressure nearly made the boy come in your mouth. You caressed his strong thighs to help him relax, but he only trembled more.

“Two more hundred pounds, Y/N, three minutes.” Lewis whistled at you.

“Don't do this... Y/N... Ah…” Ollie begged for your mercy, he lowered his head, looking down at you pleadingly. You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with desire.

All this, just to make this boy a laughingstock among the 20 drivers in 2025. To be honest, you really wanted to do this, but considering that he kept his dick very clean, you were inclined to be kind, and slowed down the stimulation, gave him five minutes of heaven.

“Whore,” Lewis laughed, seeing through your intentions. If he couldn’t, it would be a waste of fucking you so many times. You didn’t answer but flipped him off.

Ollie was well endowed, though not as well as Lewis. Even though he was gentle, your throat still hurt. After five minutes, his virgin cum came in your mouth — if there is such a thing.

The boy was left whimpering, and you opened your mouth to show him the fluids.

“Can I swallow it, baby bear?” you asked, cum dripping from the corner of your mouth. “No... spit it out. You don’t want to do that,”Ollie said, holding your face. You smiled and made a swallowing motion.

“Oops.”you shrugged. “You’re wrong, I just wanted to do that.”

By the time you got up, Lewis was already gone. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Boys, I need a bigger couch.”

“In the next room,”Max replied, his erection pressing against his pants.

“My legs are numb,” you said, holding out your hand to Ollie. He looked at you deeply, as if he knew your intentions were unchangeable, and carried you into the next room.

“You seem to like our little boy?” This question came from George.

You answered him bluntly, “I like money, sex, vacations, and penthouse in London. Lewis pays my bills, so right now I also like your anger... Don’t make that face, babyboy.”You comforted a slightly disappointed Ollie. “Even if you didn’t give me anything, l’d still enjoy sucking your cock because you’re so cute. When you grow up and I get tired of Lewis, you can take me.”

“Don’t favor little Ollie too much. you need to tell us who tastes best in the grid,”Pierre said, gripping your chin. “Or we’ll be unhappy, Mademoiselle.”

“Of course, Frenchman.” You flashed a sly smile. “I’m just good at being a slut.”

The couch in the next room wasn’t particularly large — Max was on top of you. He had been irritated by your Plus 44 shirt for a while. He ripped your shirt open, buried his head in your tits, and bit them. You hold onto his shoulders and spread your legs to welcome him — he had a lot of anger to release into your body.

“Max, Wait a minute.”

“You better have a good reason, Lando.” It’s deadly for any man to be interrupted before entering, and the Dutch driver is no exception. You looked at the man curiously, did he want to be the first?

“You’re like a bull charging at everyone, my friend.” Lando tugged your ankle, and the petals protecting your tender hole are soon spread. All eyes are on the middle of your legs.

“She’s not wet yet.” His fingertip lightly slid over your entrance and teased your clit, finding almost no wetness. “The fun will be much less.”

“Don’t listen to him. You pump in, and I’ll be your syrup fountain,” you retorted nonchalantly. “The night is short; time waits for no man.”

“We should try to make Y/N more comfortable.”Ollie’s face was on fire; he hasn’t learned how to please a woman yet. “Lando, do something.”

Max unwillingly got off the bed, and placed his fully erect dick in your hand, which you started to stroke as he wishes. The impression you had left earlier with Lewis was still lingering. As Lando climbed on, you put your legs over his shoulders, ready for him to awaken your desire.

"How pitiful.” His breath brushed against your plump pussy, his fake sympathy became surreal. “Not even a bit wet.” The pressed petals are spread again, revealing the delicate clit.

“Y/N, how many times do you think I’ll make you cum?”Lando’s thumb skillfully rubbed the edge of your clit, made you start to gasp under his teasing.

The Birmingham boy distracted you, so when your hands were busy with Max and George, you couldn’t focus on Pierre. You refused to give him a blowjob. “Baby, help the boy out, and I’ll give you a special treat.” The finger on your clit turned into a tongue, and the sudden stimulation made you shiver. Lando’s beard tickled your inner thigh, Pierre touched your lips, and brought Ollie for you. The boy didn’t know how to please you and can only watch stiffly from the side.

“Do it like this.” It was the first time Pierre has acted acting like such a helpful older driver, and he found it novel. He cupped your tits and grabbed a nipple, hard and erect like a berry. Ollie imitated him, licked gently with his tongue, while Pierre alternated between sucking and occasionally biting you.

You heard a few shocked French curses — these boys were easily surprised. Skillfully, you pumped Max until he came on your shoulder, then pulled Ollie’s hair with your cum-covered hand, forcing him to be rougher with you. The tease from your clit intensified, sending electric pleasure through your body and making you moan loudly.

Your stomach twitched as you became completely wet, and you sticked out your tongue slightly. As you screamed with orgasm, George came in your palm.

“Bloody hell”, he grasped your wrist, “How can you scream like that?”

“Lewis taught me well,” you panted, “Your turn, baby.”You patted Pierre’s shoulder. “I want to taste you.”

“I didn’t teach her that,” Lewis returned, but from your position, you couldn’t see where he is.

“Do I get no reward?” Lando smeared your juices on your stomach. You looked into his puppy-dog eyes and smiled, giving no answer but took Pierre’s dick into your mouth. Lando understood your hint and didn’t rush to be the first.

The first one willing to fuck you was Carlos, while the impatient ones used your hand, you did your best to make Daniel and Charles feel welcome.

Your tits belonged entirely to Ollie; he gradually mastered some skills, probing for the pressure you liked. You opened your mouth wider to fit Pierre’s thrusts; his rhythm almost threatened to deep into your oesophagus. You also surprised him with a sharp pain with your teeth. Pierre came in the depths of your throat; you unexpectedly swallowed some of it but spat out more.

Insane was the only word that could describe what happened next. Your pussy was clamping his hard dick repeatedly, Carlos’s every thrust made you shiver as the tip was mashed into your cervix and his balls swung forward to strike your clit. Your combined juices ran down his shaft and dripped onto the couch below.

Perhaps tortured by Ferrari, Carlos ran out his strength after the first time he finished, almost rolled off you. You blew him a kiss, then got your legs completely open by the second guy who fuck you — Charles, you liked the rings on his hands and he was wearing a condom, you liked him even more.

“Charles, I want you from behind.” You winked at him, and he fulfilled your position request. Flipped you over into a kneeling position, gripped your waist firmly — easy for him, and you probably had your hands free to squeeze up your kneaded and inflamed tits so Ollie could thrust in, but you didn’t have time to explain.

Daniel wanted you to suck his dick, and he’d seen how Pierre enjoys it, as if part of his soul had been sucked into your throat.

Norris helped Bearman find his place — when this seemingly innocuous phrase took on a deeper meaning, it was enough to show how depraved the scene was.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lewis jerking off towards you — he had plenty of time to fuck you from morning to night, so he wasn’t in a hurry to fight.

And behind you Charles had already spreading your pussy open viciously, so the rear-entry position naturally penetrated deeper and hit your sensitive spots correctly. The bittersweet feeling rippled along your nerves, you felt your cervix open wide from being fucked, and the juice rushed out anxiously with the lubricant on the condom, stirring up white foam. You’ve forgotten how to move your tongue.

"Charles, you’re too hard — her tongue is frozen!” Daniel pulled out of your mouth dissatisfiedly, the curly hair man’s thick dick wrapped in your spit, the moment it left you your voice drifted out, “Yes.... god, i’m dying…”

As Ollie surrendered in your tits, you let Daniel take the young boy’s place, because you couldn’t control your mouth.

“Fuck, I want to record the sound of her moaning as my alarm clock. ” Pierre searched everywhere for his phone, “Lewis, where did you get this girl?”

“No comment.” Lewis walked up to you, one hand stroking his cock, and one hand into your mouth, pinching out his tongue with his index and middle fingers and playing with it, “Little slut is going to get off isn’t she?”

“Yes, Lew, daddy… yes…” You responded joyfully, let him move in and out of your mouth, then raised your head to wait for Charles to bring you to a second orgasm. You were so sore from his thrusts, and the fluids seeped all the way up to the crack of your butt.

“Who am I?” Daniel grabbed you by the hair, his dick vigorously moving in and out between your tits. You glared at him with annoyance due to the pain in your scalp. Lewis released your tongue, allowing you to respond.

“You’re not a world champion anyway.”

Daniel’s frustrated sigh came from above your head, followed by the mocking laughter of other drivers. His cum dripped onto your lower stomach. You stood up and faced Charles, “Wanna be dirtier?” You pinned the much stronger man to the couch.

“Are you going to just watch or join us?” You turned your head and asked Lando, who holds up a handful of colorful condoms — some of which you were pretty sure Lewis did not bring, “What flavor do you like, kitten? ”

“Cherry.” You sat down quickly, and Charles filled you fully again. The couch shook a bit, Lando — you heard the sound of him rip open the condom wrapper.

He spread apart your buttocks, “Has Lewis touched here?” You shook to rub against his hand, “Lewis has touched everywhere you can see, outside and inside — unless you go in deeper.”

A thick penis squeezed through the narrow asshole, which was not prepared for sex. However, Lewis took good care of you, you have never bled from anal sex. Of course, you’ve never taken two men at the same time — Lando pressed your hands behind your back, began to fuck you from behind, and Charles pushed up in silent agreement. They were both fucking her deep and hard, slapping their pelvises into you. Back and forth and up and down, two strange pleasures intertwined and made you fascinated. Your cries became sweeter and more intense, and the lascivious sounds of water and impact were endless in your ears.

“Who makes you feel better, Y/N?” Lewis lifted your chin, “Front or back?”

“I am curious too — who gets deeper? me or Lewis?” Lando and Charles both started thrusting hard into you at the same time, instead of alternating like the men were doing before. You gasped pitifully and sweetly, and the inner wall tightened in waves. You couldn’t support yourself and fell on Charles’s chest. His broad hand touched your hair, but the next second Lando grabbed your hair and forced you to lift your head. “You must answer when I ask you a question.”

You couldn’t respond; you twisted like a fish out of water, your face flushed with a lack of oxygen. The air got hotter due to the competitive tension between the boys, and you were the center of the molten lava.

After another orgasm, Charles left you, Ferrari and McLaren had never been so in sync — Lando also climaxed, his whole body straining, the rough groans in his throat incredibly sexy but the thing deeply thrust into your back hole was even more so. “i never want to leave, Lewis, name your price.”

“Not for sale.”Lewis shook his head, “Come on, Lando, there are people waiting.”

“You’re clamping tight, girl.” Lando tied the used condom in a knot, “I regret fucking you with a condom.”He switched the track, and plunged into your reclaimed pussy while the rested drivers took his place, all the while you had George’s cock in your mouth, and because of your “daddy finger me please”, he chose to give you something thicker than a finger.

Lando tended to your clit, he dipped into your juices and repeatedly pinched and toyed with that little thing, you came in his hands more times than you can count. You didn’t know how many orgasms you’ve had, not to mention the fact that he was tirelessly fucking you at the same time. Three orgasms erupted together in your clit, your g-spot and your ass. Meanwhile, he pressed his fingertips against the topening of the urethra between the lips of your flower while his dick moved in and out of you without a moment’s pause.

“Hey, my little slut is crying.”

“More than that, Lewis, she pissed all over me.”Lando, however, had no intention of blaming you, after all, he was responsible for the current situation, you squirted wetly all over his thighs, waist and the small half of the couch, mixing with the cum that oozed out of him when he pulled out, dripping and lewd to the point of obscenity, and it looked like he was enjoying the scene, as you sinked into the bone-deep pleasure.

George cummed, and made you squirt once with his finger before plunging into your pussy for a sprint that belonged to the pole driver.

There were more and more condoms used on the floor and there were drivers who didn’t like to use them, like Daniel who waited for a few rounds, he and Max pinned you in the middle one after the other, fierce in heat, your pussy was unconscious from the way he was fucking it and Max was even more ferocious than he was, you had a feeling that the lower part of your body was going to becrushed alive by them.

“Didn’t we fuck you hard enough, Y/N? How come you didn’t squirt?” Daniel asked you, “Or did you have to have one in your mouth to cum, huh?”

You were so sweaty that your throat hurt from moaning, but even then they didn’t let you off the hook, insisting that you had squirt for them, but you were so drained you couldn’t even bring yourself to ask for water.

“Use this.” Lando handed over the fascia gun — drivers always had unexpected goodies - “put it on her clit.”

“No... don’t do that, daddy please! please…” your begging for mercy didn’t help, the more scared you were, the more they wanted to see the effects of the thing.

“I used to tie Y/N to a chair and play with her with a vibrator, it was so good, she couldn’t even remember her name when it was on the highest gear.”

“Good girl, squirt once for me and Max.” Daniel pressed your resisting hands back behind your back, Max pressed the head of the fascia gun against your clit and pressed the switch. You wriggled wildly, the thing was as intense as any vibrator sensation you’d ever experienced, your body contracted and unfolded, “Hold her down Daniel...not bad oooh!” They still had no intention of moving away and you struggle in desperation, uncontrollable tears and drool dripping onto Max’s chest.

“Dirty girl.” Max grinned and rotated the force in his hand, you shuddered until the most stable couch rattled, “How about the highest setting?”

White light rose before your eyes as thin water gushing out in waves along the rim of the head of the fascia gun, he removed that from his hand and an stream of water shoot Max in the cheek. he got what he wants, cum from the intense constriction squeezed inside the canal, he hold his breath and erupts for almost a dozen seconds while Daniel is pinned down by you, barely able to move.

“Relax.” He leaved a palm print on your hip, the shock waved traveling to your mound, and with a dying scream you squirted again without warning, rolling your eyes up like a cramp as your consciousness begins to blur and your soul seems to flow out with it.

“Eh, she passed out.”

“First time getting high like that, I guess.”

When you regained consciousness, you saw a boy you hadn’t seen before. Oscar he seemed to have kept to himself.

The anger of the other drivers was well and truly vented, for the little boy there was nothing but comfort, after all the team’s strategy tendencies were unchangeable.

“You’ll only regret not pit for a week, but you’ll regret not getting on me for the rest of your life.”You reached out to him, maybe an embrace can help him come out for a moment, “Baby boy, you are breaking my heart with your sad face.”

Oscar Piastri fucked you on a chair brought in by who knows, he held your nipples like a little wolf. after the orgasm from hell just now, your clit was numb and tingling, the lips of your flower were swollen and engorged, your pussy was soft, the pain was nearly equal to the pleasure.

You wrapped your arms around Oscar’s waist, trying to let him slow down, but the boy obviously got the wrong idea, and pushed harder. He finished his anger into your body — After Oscar it was Ollie, although he was the youngest, what he had underneath is not the smallest. If he had he been a few years older, he probably would have been able to fuck the living daylights out of you.

Thanks to the work of the senior drivers, he smoothly inserted himself in and even wore a condom — you tenderly caressed the boy’s face, feeling his gentle move. At this moment, Lewis, who hadn’t touched you for almost the entire night, walked over and said, “Open your mouth, Y/N, press down your tongue.”

You wrapped around him skillfully — one Lewis likes to have you suck him in his car, when he is done for the day and needed fifteen to twenty minutes of relaxation, your throat already got used to him.

He was not gentle and you used your teeth, you’ve swallowed too much cum today so you spit Lewis’ out. Ollie was not finished yet but you were almost dehydrated — you were sweating and squirting a lot.

Something was brought to your mouth, and you instinctively sucked it in, swirling it with your tongue before being surprised with an “Hmm”— it was a plastic straw.

“Hydration time,” Lando said with a laugh in your ear, holding a can of beer as you gulped it down like someone parched for a long time. “Eh... Y/N, slow down, no one’s going to take it from you. Slow down.”

Now hydrated, your throat was no longer so dry.

“My sweet boy... kiss me if you want to...”

Ollie kissed your lips, and you were connecting up and down in a marvelous way — he learned how to fuck, but wasn’t good at kissing yet, and that wasn’t good.

“If she gets pregnant, we won’t even know whose it is.”

“English seed and French seed are quite easy to distinguish.”

These words stimulated the little boy, and you could feel his pulsation inside you. He encircled your ribs and neck, and the incredibly soft inner wall clenched to him. Every hidden seam was expanded and dilated, and lube dripped down your thighs. they’d all came round on you, and it could be considered a Silverstone miracle of the night that you’d lasted as long as you did and still be conscious.

“Y/N... Y/N...” Ollie moaned your name, and you rubbed the back of his head, nudging his shoulders to push him off of you — why is it so easy for little boys to get emotional during sex?

“Boys, who wants a second round?”

You lazily waved your hand, not knowing who left the kiss marks on the inside of your arm. The purple-red marks were extremely eye-catching under the dim yellow light. Your two holes haven’t closed tonight, like the creamy filling in a sandwich cookie, soft and squishy.

They were no longer satisfied with simple sex, but cover your eyes with clothes, made you guess who was fucking you. Said the name allowed you to switch to the next person. For you, that was a game with no rewards, only “punishment”, however, as time passed, rewards and punishments became blurred.

“Babe... Babe... who the hell are you?” You didn’t know how many people it was been, your pussy was hot and tingling, the flesh was ripe and soft, and the man on top of you reminded you of who he was with a kiss, which could be considered to be helping you to cheat, and his whiskers tickled your neck as you purposely yell out the wrong name.

“Lewis, Lew, fuck me,” you wrapped your arms around Lando’s waist, acting especially enthusiastic, the laughters around you burrowing into your eardrums, and you guessed that Lewis wasn’t happy about it. You could just imagine the sexy look on his face when he was annoyed.

“I’m dying, baby, let me go...”

“Want me to fuck you a little longer then?” Your exaggerated yelling failed to dazzled him, you heard a pleasant chuckle as Lando ripped your hand away and placed it on his face, you felt his sweat, and gushing breath, the veins in his neck feel as if they’re about to burst, his chest was covered in your spit and sweat — even you were about to melt into a puddle of syrup and just attached yourself to him until the end of the world.

“Lewis… Oh… Lewis…” you lifted your aching waist to meet it, a sweet and sour tingle came from your mating place, while you didn’t want to let him go, your legs clamped around his lean, tight waist, rose and fell with his thrusts.

“How many times have you cummed, Y/N?” So many times — that was a really difficult question — “Oh fuck…” You were pulled back to reality by Lando’s sudden speeded up, your eyes turning from dark to colorful.

“Your clothes are wet from crying, Y/N, do you want to end this game?” He touched your face and pulled out of you, slipping out with some of his cum, your pussy couldn’t close for a moment so they oozed out.

“No.” You decided to do your best to make the game more enjoyable — sometimes you said the wrong name on purpose, sometimes you screamed the boy’s name just before they cummed, their hurting huffing sound more like a reward to you.

Then your game leveled up: while one of the boys fucking you, one signed his name on you, and you had to guess who it is. It was insane — these boys write like they were chased by mad dogs, made it impossible to guess.

The writing on the back and chest were recognizable, something written on your thighs — you were sure it was not a fucking name, more sounds of pen caps being pulled out — they all had markers with them, damn good habit. They snatched at your bare skins, you started to worry about the body lotion you were gonna need tomorrow.

By the time everything ended, it was already 5:00 AM the next day. If you didn’t leave soon, the sun and paparazzi from the Sun would both arrive. You were utterly exhausted, covered in kisses masks, ignatures, phone numbers, and even some home addresses, which you found somewhat amusing.

“Can you still walk?” Lewis asked, looking at you with some concern, though his face appeared nonchalant. You shook your head, not wanting to look at him or speak. He scooped you up in his arms, and you fell asleep deeply in his embrace.

He placed you in the hotel’s Jacuzzi, just as he always did after you finished. He wanted to wash off those phone numbers, and you could tell — jealous type.

When you woke up, it was already 7PM. Lewis was gone, as he always was when you finished. Next to your bed were a new dress and new underwear, in your exact size. The bed was covered in fresh cash, exuding an alluring scent of money. Some bills even scattered on the carpet — new iPhone, a Tiffany box and a Birkin bag you had your eye on were beckoning you.

“I love you, Lew.”

You nibbled on the cold pancakes and coffee from the tray beside your bed, sitting amid the pile of money, reminiscing about the previous night.

Something came to your mind, and you lifted your hair, taking a photo of the back of your neck. There was a string of phone numbers and a signature there, written in fine marker near your hairline. Lewis hadn’t noticed it; it had luckily remained.

“Smart guy,” you praised, saving the number in your new phone.


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9 months ago

Mercedes Sleeve

pairing: Mick Schumacher, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Toto Wolff x fem!reader

summary: Toto Wolff promised his drivers that if they could bring home a 1-2 finish this season, they would be rewarded.

warning: 18+ only, smut, nsfw, rough sex, humiliation, group sex, P in V sex, anal sex, oral (M receiving), dirty talk, objectification, BDSM, dom/sub, multi orgasm, breeding kink, If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

notes: could you imagine how I felt when I came up a plot, realized that this is really the first 1-2 finish since Mick came to Mercedes, then found out halfway through writing that GR had been dsq? anyway, i hope you enjoy it.

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Just like you always did, you sat in the garage watching the race. As the drivers raced through high-speed turns, chasing each other with a McLaren close on their tails in third place, your heart was pounding.

You glanced at your lover. Toto Wolff wore a serious expression, his fists clenched, and you knew this was his usual response under pressure. You wanted to caress his face until you helped him release the pressure. Of course, you wanted to caress other places too. But for now, the garage was full of cameras.

You anxiously awaited the moment when the cars would cross the checkered flag, waiting for the thrill of hope and the relief that possible victory would bring. Because you knew that if they won, your own stress would also be completely relieved after the race.

How did things end up like this?

Mick, looking like a satisfied cat lying between you and Lewis, couldn't quite understand.

Today, they had just finished an intense race, with long-run advantages and strategy giving Mercedes a long-awaited 1-2 finish.

After the race, George sent a message asking Mick to wait for him in his motorhome to receive the team's reward.

Mick vaguely knew about the relationship between you, Toto, George, and Lewis. Perhaps everyone in the team knew by now. Ever since you appeared in the paddock, you became the drivers' post-race special therapy, and there were often embarrassing sounds coming from motorhomes, driver rooms, and meeting rooms.

But what exactly would this reward be?

Mick didn't dare think too much and wasn't sure if his desires were well-hidden. After each victory, he would kiss your cheek with respect in the garage, and your body would always tremble slightly in his arms, making him both excited and scared.

Mick and Lewis chatted over the sofa complimentary tea for a while, and he barely heard the sound of you opening the door. When he smelled the familiar, sweet scent in the air, he knew it must be you. Mick sat there unmoving, waiting for you to come closer.

"Am I late?" you asked with a smile.

Mick suppressed his excitement and looked up.

You wore the team's merch, the collar unbuttoned and wide open, and you wore no pants or shoes. It was as if you were elegantly and gracefully walking towards him in splendid attire. Did you come here like this through the motorhome camp? Mick thought, the surroundings must be empty, or there would be impulsive guys who'd pin you down on the grass and fuck you until you cried and begged for mercy.

As you got closer, Lewis noticed you were holding a small tube of lub in your hand and couldn't help but grin. What a clever, spoiled girl with plenty of group sex experience.

Mick stared at you blankly, wanting to say something but finding himself unable to speak. He suddenly realized you understood those unspeakable things he wanted to do to you. You were well aware of his desires; you had always known.

"Come here," Lewis happily beckoned to you.

You blinked and walked up to Lewis, asking, "Where are George and Toto?" Lewis smiled and unexpectedly pulled you up, placing you on the table's edge, grasping your chin, and starting to kiss you.

At first, you raised your hand to try to regain control, but as the kiss deepened and grew more intense, you gradually changed from resisting to cooperating. After separating from Lewis's lips, you had to lean on his left shoulder to catch your breath.

Mick took a deep breath as if afraid of being burned by the hot tea in his hand.

Lewis caressed your slightly naive, blushing face, then reached his hand inside your shirt collar, lewdly teasing your nipples. This time, your breathing clearly intensified, and you didn't evade.

"Kneel down and take it off." You glanced at Lewis and then at Mick beside you, obediently following the instructions. "Relax, okay?" You nodded.

"That's my good girl." Lewis pressed you toward his crotch, "Suck it, pretty."

You swallowed, unzipping Lewis's trousers and approaching his hardening shaft. Under Mick's gaze, you extended your tongue to tentatively lick it through the underwear, then looked up at Lewis before pulling down his white briefs, taking the entire glans into your mouth. The friction of saliva and the rough shaft made a lewd sound like kissing. Your right hand held the shaft, and while cautiously observing Lewis's reaction, you took a third of the length into your mouth, carefully sucking.

"You're so... hard," you said.

"Am I? Keep licking."

With Lewis's encouragement, your swallowing became bolder, and your tongue swirled around the sticky pre-cum like you were sipping a delicious cocktail. Mick could see the spectacle just by lowering his head.

"Slow down, slow down." Lewis, like instructing a young driver, moved his fingers pressing on the back of your head.

You parted your lips and took half of the dick into your mouth, swirling it slowly inside.

"Is this fun?"

With the dick in your mouth, you blinked and nodded. Every time you licked it, you would suck deeply.

Your pretty face, which shone on the F1 TV broadcast, was now bulging with the thrust of the British man's thick shaft. This peculiar sensation made Mick start to feel intoxicated.

Lewis guided your head down, and you quickly understood his intention, tilting your head to lick the sack underneath. Your playful tongue circled slowly between the two balls while innocently watching Mick's shocked expression as you teased the root. Your tongue flicked back and forth, and your full lips gleamed. Mick soon felt the heat rushing uncontrollably to his lower half.

"Okay, that's enough. Come back and keep licking," Lewis said.

Your moist lips left numerous delicate kisses on Lewis's dick, then, like a slut who adored cocks, you gently grazed the tip with your teeth, holding it and guiding it into your warm mouth, letting Lewis's ever-growing dick fuck your little mouth.

"Does this feel good?" you nodded again.

"Take off your panties."

You left a long, loud kiss on the swollen shaft, lifted your legs off the soft, cream-colored carpet, and removed the thin panties in front of the two men.

Lewis gave you a look. "Go give Mick a head."

You crawled over to Mick, and before he could react, you skillfully used your teeth to grab his zipper and pulled it down.

You looked up at him, flashing a show-off grin, shrugged, and the shirt slipped off one shoulder.

Mick's hand hovered in the air, unsure whether he should touch your gleaming skin.

You shamelessly held the eager shaft before you, starting to lick from the base, then took the tip between your warm lips, sucking deep and shallow, stretching out your small red tongue to repeatedly lick the thick veins on the shaft, gradually taking a third of the impressive length into your mouth, using your tongue to push up.

You closed your eyes, your eyelashes trembling with satisfaction, as if you'd been anticipating this for hours after the race, as it your lips were made for this, as if you were waiting for Mick to shoot his thick cum all over your eyelashes.

Mick excitedly gasped, brushing a few strands of hair back from your forehead. He savored the feel of the damp strands slipping between his fingers, all the while unable to control himself as he thrust forward, watching as you lowered your head to try to swallow his entire cock. The sound of saliva slicking over the it was loud. You slowed your left hand's circular strokes at the base, giving Mick an innocent look only a virgin could match, teasing his swollen tip with your tongue until clear liquid oozed out.

Lewis sat on the carpet, peeling away your shirt bit by bit and pinched your right nipple. Just as you were about to push his mischievous hand away, Lewis tightly gripped your right hand, pressing it against his hot, hard dick to stroke it.

Feeling Lewis's dick thrusting in and out of your palm, your hand became increasingly hot. A shiver ran through your throat as Mick's dick swelled, bouncing inside your warm, moist mouth, almost as if it was commending your little mouth's prowess.

Lewis's other hand wandered over your bare chest, mercilessly pinching the delicate, sensitive nipple.

"How come after doing it so many times, it hasn't grown bigger? How will you satisfy Kimi when he's grown up, hmm?"

Lewis taunted, using his thumb's short nail to stroke back and forth over your nipple, then suddenly quickened the pace of his rubbing, pressing hard against your areola.

"Mm..." You couldn't help but let out a few muffled moans.

"Focus, don't hurt Mick."

"Ah..." you softly moaned, instinctively arching your chest, craving more pleasure from the older man's teasing.

Lewis forcefully grabbed the two soft mounds, pressing them together to form a cleavage, and lifted one side to his mouth, sucking deeply. You stroked Mick's swollen dick, letting out urgent moans as a flush of desire crept up your pretty face.

Lewis turned his head, kissing your smooth neck. The light bites to your skin had a painful allure, and his actions gradually became a faster, firmer squeeze. The more he toyed with your stiff nipple, the more vigorously you sucked on Mick's dick.

Mick could not think of anything but trembled as he watched the scene unfold, breathing heavily in pleasure with your sucking and sweating as his desire deepened.

Lewis finally released your somewhat numb right hand. He lifted one of your legs, supporting your waist, and inserted two fingers coated with lubricant into your already dripping wet core.

Mick stared at the lewd sight: Lewis's tattooed, knuckled fingers sliding in and out of your hot, wet core, making an enticing sound.

Lewis added a third finger, pulling out some transparent, sticky fluid. He brought his fingers together, slowly thrusting in and out at the entrance twice before quickly speeding up, going deeper each time. This made you whimper as you sucked Mick's dick.

Lewis stood up, slapping his hard shaft against your sweat-dampened face. You licked your moist lips and held both men's shafts at the base, licking and sucking back and forth, occasionally rubbing your engorged nipples against their thighs until both were hard and eager.

Lewis picked you up and placed you on the bed. Mick followed them into the bedroom, half-lying against the pillows. You moaned impatiently, crawling onto him. In his burning gaze, you wrapped your flexible legs around his penis. You were like a curious and lascivious teenager, imitating penetration on Mick's body.

At a seductive pace, you rubbed Mick's member with the inside of your thighs.

Several times, Mick's heated tip brushed against your wet opening, causing both to let out surprisingly synchronized gasps. Then, you leaned down to kiss Mick, letting your frantic moans disappear into the intertwining of lips and tongues.

Just when Mick was aching with hardness, you straightened up shamelessly, spread your legs to reveal the reddened entrance from the friction. You inserted your fingers into yourself, quickly thrusting a dozen times, producing lewd squelching sounds.

Mick couldn't help but imagine whether you usually played with yourself like this, perhaps after Toto fell asleep, hiding alone in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid, spreading your legs before a half-wall mirror, biting your lips red and inserting yourself to orgasm with your fingers. Maybe before coming to the motorhome, you had already played with yourself in some deserted corner, fantasizing about being ravished by the drivers one by one, inserting yourself until you were dripping wet, so your clothes were crumpled when you entered the room. Or maybe you had done it with some intern before arriving, and the newly arrived man hadn't yet figured out how to satisfy you.

You adjusted Mick's rigid member, aligning it with your entrance, trying twice slowly, and were just about to sit down with Lewis's help when you heard George's voice.

“Well, as race winner I demand being first.”

He walked towards you with big strides, using his hands that had just gripped the steering wheel to hold your breasts, pushing the four fingers toward each other as if teasing a tender and delicious caramel pudding.

Lewis scoffed at his words, "Maybe she wants a real dick first, not that little thing you brag about."

Toto Wolff leaned back against the wall, his shoulder and chest muscles contracting under his shirt with the motion. "Didn't you say that something between your legs dropped down?" He turned to look at you and Mick, both of you blushing, and nodded encouragingly at him.

Lewis soothingly caressed your smooth back, held your face, and kissed you. Mick's cock finally slid in without resistance, and you swayed on his hand, sinking it deeper. Your passionate passage embraced his penis, moving your hips slowly in circles, trying to adjust to Mick's size.

"Ah-" You bit your fingertip, cheeks flushed, letting out waves of delightful moans under Mick's thrusts and Lewis's caresses. The body Toto had trained was extremely sensitive, and your adorable nipples swayed before Mick's eyes. He folded you into an M-shape, hugged your waist as he sat up, and, while biting your reddened nipples, thrust forcefully by holding your right thigh, reaching deeper inside you. You were almost out of control with Mick's pounding, moaning ecstatically in rhythm with the trembling of his thighs, like a shameless little beast in heat, oozing streams of liquid, your limbs burning and limp from the overwhelming pleasure.

George smacked you butt twice, and you raised one eyebrow, revealing a knowing smile. Your body leaned back, lifting your legs to let Mick's cock slip out of you.

George slapped his penis against your butt a few times, and you obediently turned over, lying on the bed with your back to them. Under the light, your back was exposed, along with your alluring rear, which Mick thought he could shoot on in the future. You hastily touched George's member a few times behind you, then lifted your round butt eagerly, allowing that stiff penis to enter your trembling opening.

You were riding George's cock while stroking Mick's, with Mick watching the connection between the two of you. George's big hands gripped your lustful butt, and your tender entrance produced a ring of fine foam from the repeated impact.

Mick knelt beside you, caressing your cheek to turn your head, and pushed his penis, covered in dirty fluids, into his tirelessly eager mouth.

Tears welled in your eyes as all your moans melted into the brutal invasion of his cock. You no longer saw Mick as a novice; Mick was now vigorously taking him. Mick quickened his thrusts, occasionally scratching yours nipples with his right hand, making your nipples quiver. Your body, stimulated from both sides, became increasingly slick with your juices, pushed out heavily by George's thick cock and then driven back in, making the connection between you both increasingly sticky.

You soon lost your balance and collapsed towards Mick, giving him a deep throat.

Toto and Lewis stood side by side, the older man's upper body completely bare. As they watched you being ravaged, Toto's eyes darkened with excitement, and his face turned red. You couldn't see Lewis's hands, but the shifting muscles and blurry shadows on his shoulders told you he was holding himself and Toto, leisurely stroking.

Mick withdrew reluctantly from your enticing mouth at George's signal.

George pressed you down on the bed, lifted your legs, and turned you over before thrusting hard. He first smacked your painfully played-with nipples twice, then inserted his thumb into his red, swollen lips.

You were now sweet and soft from being fucked, your tongue curling around George's finger, eyes closed in pleasure, seriously sucking as you rubbed your trembling calves back and forth against Mick's body, then giggling and turning your face to continue licking Mick's thick cock.

"Ah... so good... come inside me…”

"What did you say?" George asked.

"I want you to cum inside me." You said without thinking as you clamping down on George's dick.

"I'm not wearing a condom." George looked at the unusually slutty way you were being fucked and pushed deeper intentionally. He certainly didn’t begrudge you feeding you with his own cum, but he didn’t want to wait for you to throw a tantrum and complain afterwards.

"It's okay... I want your cum inside...ah-..." your voice was hoarse as your tongue licked around the front part of Mick's dick.

The words were out of your mouth, and George pressed you down onto the white sheets, accelerating the thrusting. If you hadn't been on the pill, you would have been fucked until you were pregnant. The merch no longer fits, and you're left on your knees with your stomach, helping the angry toto and the others relieve their desires. They would take turns enjoying you in the garage, hospitality, and even the track. At the thought, a torrent of George's cum erupted shooting as deep as it can into your body. You spasmed to orgasm as well, writhing on the sheets like there was no bone in your body, your lips parted as you pouring out the most lustful moans.

As Lewis held your thighs, keeping your legs together and exposing your half-open flesh, some of the white semen flowed down your legs. You appeared both like a well-behaved child yearning for sleep and a slut just used for someone's desires.

Soon, you felt Mick's still-hard cock pressing against you; you blinked in confusion, tears still on your cheeks, watching as Mick lifted his hips and thrust straight into you. After a few thrusts, you were aroused again, raising your legs in response, your left arm around your leg and your right hand pulling Mick's neck, allowing him to penetrate freely. Mick kissed your collarbone, pressing against your increasingly sweet body as your hole contracted rhythmically from excitement.

"Do you like the drivers taking turns with you?" Toto asked, placing a gentle kiss on your hair. You bit your hand, moaning without answering.

Toto fondled your nipples while whispering unusually crude words in your ear. Next time, he suggested, you should be tied to the W15 with a scarf bearing the team's logo. The colors of the scarf would match your naked skin and the wide-spread position of your legs perfectly. Every driver needing to release excess energy after the race would have their turn with you. Others would envy how the team had such a sweet slut.

You, drowsy and hearing Toto's words, could only intermittently moan as Mick fucked you, seemingly unable to handle the young driver's excess energy. Your thighs were flushed red, enduring Toto's occasional teasing and slapping.

Lewis patted Mick on the shoulder, signaling him to pull his cock out of your hole. Dazed, you gasped as your hole opened and closed, not yet understanding what was happening, before Lewis covered your eyes with his clothes. Lewis, with your eyes covered, pressed his cock against your slick hole, enjoying your panicked and hungry reaction, then entered following the path already paved by George and Mick. After a few thrusts, he switched with Mick.

The two alternated, each thrusting deeply and then roughly pulling out despite your sweet pleas. Your once accommodating hole was stretched wide by their large, hard cocks, with dirty fluids spilling out, and your hole soon became red and swollen. Under the cover of clothes, you experienced this brutal pleasure for the first time, unable to distinguish whose cock was inside you, only rubbing your legs against the owner of the cock, both embarrassed and excited.

Suddenly, Toto's fingers invaded your asshole, causing a tingling sensation in your tailbone, making you tighten your inner walls, and Mick felt as if all the blood in his body was concentrated in his cock.

He held your waist tightly, thrusting into you vigorously while occasionally gripping your ankles, leaving a trail of damp bite marks on your calves.

The sinful pleasure surged rapidly within you, almost exploding in your sensitive, vulnerable body after your climax. Your pleas were pitiable, with your open hole feeling unbearably wet, and you were soon thrust into so hard that your whole body trembled, your calves nearly cramping, and your sweet moans changing in tone.

You instinctively tried to escape the intense manipulation, but Toto quickly noticed and pulled you back forcefully.

Toto's penis was already impatiently penetrating you from behind, and you continued to endure the powerful thrusts from both men. This scene of trying to escape repeated several times until you screamed with a sobbing tone, collapsing onto the bed, unable to protest any further.

You allowed Mick and Toto to manipulate you fiercely, filling your capable hole with copious amounts of thick semen. When Mick pulled out, your body continued to shiver.

Beneath the thin layer of sweat on your skin, you felt a warm flow mixed with a belly full of cum spilling out from your heated passage. You reached out to gently soothe your temporarily stretched hole, making a half-painful, half-pleasurable sound, and then put your fingers covered in various bodily fluids into your mouth.

Mick, checking the time on his phone, captured this precious moment.

Lewis ruthlessly parted your labia, while his other fingers entered your wet opening, stirring it around. "Such a sensitive body." He leaned in, blowing into your flushed ear, and proceeded to suck and nibble on his burning earlobe. "Lick it clean." He brought his fingers, covered with your juices, to your face, and you willingly wrapped them in your hot, eager mouth, letting them fill your small mouth, with saliva dripping down your chin.

He spread your legs wide and pressed his hard, hot dick against you again.

"Are you Toto's best whore? Is that why he spent so much money on you? He wanted to chain you with diamond jewelry, but you always preferred to be fucked by strangers, right? Want to come with me to Ferrari and seduce some Italians?"

"No, it's not like that.." you cried pitifully, his words making your legs tremble uncontrollably while your wet opening tightly gripped the man's shaft, making it unbearably arousing.

"Lying is not a good habit." Lewis enjoyed the pleasurable friction of his dick being squeezed, leaving a noticeable mark on your smooth thigh as he pounded into your soft body.

You lacked the strength to resist, clinging to Lewis's firm arm, allowing him to make excessively lewd sounds with his thrusts.

"You're really an insatiable girl," he murmured, speeding up his thrusts, and yours warm insides soon accepted his ejaculation. You screamed, collapsing onto the bed, gasping for air.

"What are you thinking about?" Toto brought a towel to clean you off, casually kissing your hair. He was always a pertect gentleman to you, even though his shaft was still swaying below.

"What about George?"

"He's disqualified, not eligible to fuck you a second time," Lewis said, pinching your backside.

"Poor George. But it's okay; at least he crossed the finish line first and I got to have Mick." Your face flushed as you smiled at Mick.


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9 months ago

[09:33 p.m.] — M. VERSTAPPEN

CONTAINS: afab!reader, dubcon, manipulative!max, slightly toxic, p in v.

Max fumbled with his zipper, going as fast as he possibly could do as you stared at him with wide eyes leaning on the bed, beneath him. “Don’t go back on your word now,” He muttered, finally winning the fight against his jeans slipping out of them, underwear included making his cock spring out. He wastes no time on wrapping his thick fingers around his length, still hovering over you.

“You’re going to let me do it, right schatje?” You nod shyly, blood rushing to your face at the sight of him so exposed. He releases the grip on his cock and uses his hands to spread your legs further, watching your skirt rile up, a peek of your panties coming to view.

“Just the tip, right Maxie?” He hums, pressing his thumb on top of your clothed cunt, feeling the wetness pooled there slowly stroking it and making you jump. He licks his lips as he moves your panties to the side, exposing your sex to him. He aligns himself with your hole, the tip of his cock pressing against it.

“Yes, just the tip.” He presses, your cunt engulfing the head of his cock and he can’t help but laugh, watching your face screw, muffling a whimper with your hand. “Maybe a little more, baby, would you let me?” He coos.

You gulped, not sure if you want any more than what was already happening, but he didn’t let you answer. “You want this, I know you do, right schatje?” You gave in, a tiny nod in response as he didn’t wasted time and thrusted into you, filling your cunt with his thick cock.

The sick grin on his face was nothing new to you.


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10 months ago

Fernando Alonso x YoungerReader! Smut

HEAVY use of ‘daddy’, smut 18+, vaginal sex, oral sex (both receiving) fingering, squirting, anal play, choking, spanking, masturbation, everything ok. Reader is younger than Alonso (no age specified) who is friends with her dad, and the two engage in a secret, sexual relationship. Semi-public sex ensues and Nando fucks reader up against the door that people are trying to get in. Readers a massive tease and gets a kick from getting Fernando off in public.

Fernando Alonso X YoungerReader! Smut

It started when she’d followed Fernando around the corner, fixing his tie and collar for him when he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Fernando didn’t know what to expect, he thought he’d massively overstepped a boundary, but little did he realise that y/n was going to kiss him back with twice as much need. He’d had his eye on the young girl on the past 6 months since the 2023 GP kicked off and he worked around her dad often. She was younger than him, it wasn’t anything inappropriate, but the positions they were both in wasn’t exactly a recipe for success. Fernando didn’t care, neither did y/n. For the first time in years Fernando felt excited, passionate, horny- he hadn’t felt so strongly towards a woman in as long as he could remember. The naughty texts he’d get from her, the images, the videos, he felt like his heart, body and soul was owned by her. He was uncontrollably infatuated with y/n and the younger woman felt the same towards him. She’d sit in the chair, smiling and sighing towards him like something out of a Hollywood film. Fernando felt desired, and when he smirked towards her, she felt the exact same way back.

In one particular, very boring meeting (that she was supposed to be listening to) she placed her index finger up to her lips, grazing over the soft area delicately. As she did, she noticed Fernando with eyes already focused on her. They were locked on her and only her. The way her finger that had been inside her only hours prior grazed over her lips. Fernando would die for them to be inside his own mouth, sucking off her sweet juices. He felt his cock jump from just thinking about it.

She bit down on her finger, offering him a smile before her eyes fell to the front of the room, sucking ever so slightly on the tip of her finger. Fernando adjusted himself, attempting to glimpse to what was occurring in the meeting, but he couldn’t turn away from her for any amount of time.

His head snapped back to see her crossing her legs, squeezing them together, the bare skin being so smooth and tanned. He imagined sinking his teeth into the flesh, spanking and then kissing over her thighs, hearing her squeal in a pained pleasure. His cock jumped again, this time there was so adjusting himself to make the issue less well- prominent. He could feel the way his cock was strangled by his pants, strained and aching against the confinements of his trousers.

Y/n’s eyes fell on the area that Fernando evidently tried to cover up. Offering him a sheepish smile, her heart fluttered as she proudly sat, knowing she could make him hard over barely anything. She writhed her legs together again, positive nobody else in the room would pick up on her subtly acts. She reached out, hand wrapping around her water bottle, grazing her hand down before taking a few sips, her lips gliding over her lips afterwards, picking up any stray drops of water. Fernando’s mind went back to the image of her licking his cum clean off his spilling cock, it dripped down her lips and chin deliciously as he exploded his seed inside her mouth.

Oh no. Fernando thought, feeling an uncomfortable stickiness gather against his pubic bone. He was leaking again thinking about her. For a moment he forgot he was a grown man. Slowly, Y/n slid up from her chair, Fernando and some of the other men’s eyes fell onto her ass as she made her way out of the room quietly, smiling innocently. Fernando gulped, wondering if that was an invitation for him to follow. His head snapped back and forth from her and then back to her father who was busy holding the meeting. He’d be busy for at least another two hours, thought Fernando. Gaining the confidence, the driver kept a hand over his crotch, excusing himself quietly before hurrying down the hall, the brush of his pants against his cock making him wince. He needed to be free, and fast. He pulled out his phone desperate to hear from her, only his eyes popped out of his head seeing the video she’d sent him only a minute prior.

Fernando eyed up the empty hall, turning down his volume to a low setting before playing the video and seeing it was her, sat on a couch of a small meeting room, pants off and fingers rubbing over her clothed clit. Fernando could faintly hear her soft pants, and had to stabilise himself from fainting at the pure bliss of receiving such a video.

Y/n: hurry the door is unlocked I’m in the same one from yesterday

Fernando’s body moved faster than his legs could take him and he was overwhelmingly quick to reach the room. He had to take a breath to compose himself, entering the room with a hitched jaw seeing her sat, legs pressed together under a blanket and a shy look covering her face. Thank God it was Fernando, she thought, and not some other person who accidentally stumbled into the room.

Fernando completely forgot to the lock the door, not that that would matter straight away, but he quite literally was gobsmacked when the blanket fell and she spread her legs, pushing her hand down over the lace of her pants, sighing as she rubbed over her aching pussy.

How Fernando didn’t cum there and then in his pants he’d never know. He looked so good, she thought, her head tilting back and to the side with a soft sigh of his name. His black polo tucked into his black pants, arms bulging out at the bicep, similar to how his cock pressed at the seams of his pants.

With the moan of his name, Fernando fell to his knees, a gentle smile tugging on his lips as he reached out, taking a hold of either outside of her legs, rubbing down the soft skin. “La mejor sorpresa.” (The best surprise) he hushed, pressing a longing yet tender kiss to the sensitive of her flesh. Y/n exhaled gently, continuing to rub gently, hips gyrating up and down ever so slightly. She was captivated with his Spanish words, the glisten in his hazel eyes. Her movements were relaxed with a second kiss to her inner thigh.

“My love.” He hushed in his husky voice, resting his cheek and temple to her legs as he gazed up to her. The moment was gentle, yet overwhelmingly sensual. His eyes trailed down to where she pleasured herself and he unconsciously pressed his crotch harder against the edge of the couch.

Y/n let out a soft hum, a slight plea for him to touch her. He slid his hands forwards, taking her underwear by the waistband and slowly pulling them off, tossing them to one side. “Necesito este coño.” (I need this pussy) he hushed, kissing her pussy lips gently. “Te necesito.” (I need you) Fernando whispered again, spreading her lips a little further and licking a stripe up between her folds. His tongue was hot and wet, flicking over her clit which sent a sigh of relief to leave her lips.

“What’re you saying, Nando?” Her voice broke on an inhale when he wrapped his lips around her pussy, sucking gently, her hips lolling forwards. “How much I need you and this pussy.” The Spaniard rasped against her, lips moving against her skin as she spoke. She was sticky from wetness, Fernando wanted to lick it clean. He imagined how badly she was squirming in her underwear at the meeting, her thongs dripping with her juices.

“Mh, you’re all I can think about.” She airily spoke. In response, Fernando ate her out, gently, but steadily. Her hand came up, swiping her hair out of her face like she was in a movie, Fernand’s eyes glued to her. “Fuck… yes.” She exhaled out in response, fingers stroking through his dark strands of hair. Fernando wanted to feel the tug of her fingers against his scalp, the scratch of his nails down the tattoo on his back.

Fernando flattened his tongue, swiping all over her pussy, letting out a grunt in appreciation as he hooked her thigh over his shoulders, delving deeper. The sound of her moan cracking had him going crazy, he slurped and sighed against her drenched core, spitting and adding a finger to the mix. Her sounds were pure bliss, she gasped and begged for more, fingering at his hair, his shirt which had pulled loose from his pants.

“Fernando… fuck, Nando, Nando, Nando.” She wept out his name like a mantra, still remaining relatively quiet. Fernando didn’t want quiet, he knew this area of the hotel would remain virtually empty, he wanted her screaming, cock hungry for more of him. After one particular sharp pull on his hair, Fernando let out a moan, eyes rolling back and voice vibrating against her aching pussy, he pulled back and bit firmly into the flesh of her thigh.

“Please.” Her hips bucked, and she yanked him by the hair back into her vagina. Fernando felt the ache of his cock now, painful in his pants, he thrusted slightly against the couch, rubbing the his cock up and down against the plush material.

Fernando brought his fingers up, pushing one into her hole with no warning. “Fuck!” She squealed, hand snatching the couch, nails digging into the material as he pushed the digit in and out of her. “Oh my god!” She moaned in a pornographic manner. Fernando smirked, this is exactly what he wanted from the younger woman.

Her hips were jumping so Nando pushed a hand against her hip bone, pinning her into the couch whilst finger fucking her with his other hand. Y/n felt the sensitive fuck of his digits against her g-spot and knew she wouldn’t last long. He sucked and licked like a desperate man against her pussy, hand moving up to pin at her throat as her moans became distorted through the lack of air.

The familiar tightness built and the squelch of her wet pussy was soon replaced with a gushing as she came undone, both with her orgasm and squirting all over Fernando’s hand. He growled, continuing to finger her over the edge as she screamed out, unable to take anymore. Anybody listening in would think there was an exorcism taking place. “Fernando, please!” She begged as he removed his finger, lapping up her spilt juices, hands moving down to unbuckle his belt desperately. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” She choked out, tormented by the over simulation. Fernando quickly freed his cock, wiping the back of his arm against his chin and mouth before moving down to kiss her with an undeniable want. “Let me fuck you.” He grunted, jerking his hand back and fourth over his cock that had been deprived for so long.

“You don’t want to fuck my mouth first?” She giggled, Fernando paused, panting harshly before kissing her firmly again. “Please, please, I want your cock in my mouth.”

“You want that?” Fernando grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Y/n grinned through her excitement, the pain of his fistful around her hair making her pussy throb all over again.

“I want it so bad, Fernando.” He kissed her once, twice again, before pushing her down to her knees where she gagged herself on his erection, stuffing her mouth as full as she could have his large cock. Fernando immediately let out an animalistic groan at her hot mouth around his aching member. Her mouth felt so good, too good, almost as good as her tight little pussy.

She moaned around his length, gazing up through those pretty eyelashes as Fernando stared at the youthful woman. From this angle he could see to her breasts down her top, the swell of them in her bra, pushed together, he wanted to spill his seed all over them. Fernando’s mouth was open, face was red and he began sweating with eyebrows knitted together as Y/n watched him, sucking up and down on him.

Her cheeks hollowed out, she drooled down his cock, taking a handful of his balls, delighted to hear the many moans, pants and grunts that Fernando unleashed. She teased, running her wet tongue all down the base of his cock and over his head, over his balls, going excruciatingly slow, “why don’t you take charge, you know I like it when you are.” She giggled, sucking his tip lightly. Fernando’s voice cracked as his head fell back in pure bliss.

“Are you sure?”

“Please… please daddy.” She hushed out the next words and Fernando felt so filthy- in the best way. “Say it again.” He snatched at her jaw, “daddy.” The pet name caused him to pop a gentle smack over her cheek, one that made her grin before he yanked her chin open and began thrusting into her mouth. “Ah- shit- ah mierda!” He cursed in both English and his native tongue, hips jittering when he felt her take him all the way down her throat. Y/n’s nose was pressed to Alonso’s freshly trimmed pubic bone, she gagged slightly and Fernando pulled off with another loud groan.

“Are you ok?” He held her face, seeing the tears formed in her eyes from choking on his cock. “So good.” She confirmed as he smiled, lifting her up to her wobbly feet.

“You know you are good at that.” The man flirted, beginning to unbutton at her blouse, ripping it off before moving to her bra. “I know.” She teased with a giggle, the two of them sharing another kiss. “Where do you want me? Bent over?” She moved up and around to his ear, standing on her toes to kiss at his neck, jaw and earlobe.

“Yes.” Fernando breathed, tossing her bra to one side before taking a handful of the swell of her perfect breasts. “You can have me however you want.” She whispered, sending shudders down his back, the two of them sharing another heated, open mouthed kiss before she pulled at his shirt, freeing him and exposing his bare, toned abdomen.

Fernando twisted her by the hips, her body completely nude for him as he planted a spank to her ass- not too hard, he didn’t want to hurt her. “Harder.” She moaned in response when his palm caught her ass a little harder. Alonso moved down, licking a swipe all the way from her pussy to her asshole, delving in the area once again. It was irresistible, she was irresistible, and when his cock squelched inside the wetness of her tight little hole, Fernando thought he’d faint.

“Oh, Fernando!” She whined, petite frame pushed over the back of the couch as she arched her back, he continued fucking into her, sending a few slaps over her ass and thighs in the process. “Daddy, please.” She begged, reaching back. Fernando grunted, snatching her hair and pulling her back as he leaned forwards, catching a kiss to her forehead as she panted, breathless from the sex.

Fernando’s hand palmed at the flesh he’d slapped, smoothing the area and relaxing his hold in her head to hold under her chin, his lips pressed to the top of her head tilted back.

“Eres mi buena chica, ¿no? Qué buena chica sucia, rebotando así en mi polla.” (You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Such a good, dirty girl bouncing on my cock like that).That’s when the Spanish dirty talk happened and Y/n thought she’d pass out from pure ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes.” She let out a low whine as Fernando knelt on the couch, resting his arms on the back, besides her body. His face was close to hers now as he bucked into her slowly.

“Yes?” He laughed. “You know what I’m saying?” Fernando grinned, kissing her cheek and pressing a second kiss to her lips as she giggled breathlessly.

“No, but I can guess.” She hummed. “I bet you can.” He panted in response, pulling her up my both her arms and continuing the same brutal pace as earlier. Her cries and whines continued as Nando breathed heavily, grunting through the building pleasure he felt. Her pussy was the tightest he’d felt, so warm and wet, he fit inside perfectly. He was meant for her.

As the two were evidently occupied, they didn’t hear the footsteps gaining towards the door- and no it wasn’t Y/n’s father- thank god. But instead, the handle jiggled, a businessman from the meeting looking for the bathroom. Fernando reacted quick, slamming his hand against the door and locking it. Y/n laughed, turning over her shoulder in surprise. Fernando let out a breath of relief before smiling towards her and gesturing her over. “Fuck, Nando, did you not lock the door?” She brushed her hair out of her face. The man simply shrugged with a sheepish smile and she playfully nudged him.

He reached down, grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing her back to the cold door in which people were trying to get into. “Fernando! It’s cold!” “Shhh.” He teased, slipping easily back inside her dripping pussy. Her mouth opened and eyes glazed over again, this time, Fernando couldn’t stop staring at her beauty. His lips made his way to hers and their sounds were muffled by the kisses and the hitting of her back against the door. “Fuck!” As their love making continued they became careless, loud again, the door was rattling and Fernando began drilling into the girl who clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into her back.

“Nando!” She wept, her body tensing, coil tightening in her abdomen. “Not my name.” The sweating man grunted as she moaned out again. “Daddy.” She cried out instead which only spurred him further. One arm wrapped around her lower hips, whilst the other pulled down on her shoulder, stuffing his cock as deep inside of her pussy as possible.

“Gonna cum- fuck! I want you to come too.” She gasped, leaving a particularly harsh scratch in his back. Nando growled before pulling her hair to one side, his fist shaking as he chased his orgasm.

“Please, please, please!” She pleaded, fingers rubbing against her clit as she bounced aimlessly with every thrust. “Yes.” Fernando choked out. “Yes, yes, cum for me- I’m gonna- Mierda- I’m cumming.” His jaw tensed as he let out an animalistic groan of pure bliss through his teeth before he was thrown over the edge, her orgasm approaching soon after.

Their sighs of relief mixed with yells and groans of pleasure settled down, and feeling the drip of his cum from her pussy, Fernando let out a small sound, moving her gently and laying her down on the couch. “Mh-” before he could move she held onto his arm, the man chose to settle down besides her, kissing her tenderly and plugging a finger inside the hole he’d just filled with his cum.

“You did good.” He whispered, leaving a longing kiss to her temple, and another on her lips. “Nando.” She innocently whispered, fingers trailing through his hair. He glanced down, inspecting her leaking pussy as he pushed his finger in gently. Y/n whined slightly but Nando soothed her with gentle shushes.

“I bet your dad doesn’t know what kind of a bad girl you are.” He muttered as she giggled, swatting his arm slightly. Fernando rested on his side, admiring her beauty with a hand under his head, elbow prompted onto the couch. He felt bad for whoever had to sit here after.

“My good girl.” He then smiled as they shared another kiss. He brought his finger up, to her lips and she stuck her tongue out, sucking him clean. Fernando could have sworn he was ready for round two immediately, entranced by how sensual and purely beautiful Y/n was.


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10 months ago

missed me this much? - op81 (18+)

oscar piastri x ex!gf!reader

in which y/n’s new boyfriend doesn’t please her in ways oscar did.

warnings: read at ur own risk. y/n is a cheater (don’t cheat 🙅🏻‍♀️), cussing, porn w very small plot, mirror sex, unprotected p in v (be safe🫡), oral (fem), degrading names, spanking, big O denial. kinda happy ending???

smutty smut

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for agesss and the ending is kinda crappy my baddd

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this was wrong. so so so wrong.

i shouldn’t be here. i shouldn’t be standing at the door of my ex boyfriend’s apartment, a place that is extremely well known to me.

but i was so so so desperate.

my hand trembles as i raised it to knock.

a series of three light taps, followed by a brief pause, and then two slightly firmer knocks.

a distinctive rhythm that echoes through the door, a subtle yet intentional pattern that announces my presence.

it was oscar and i’s signature knock. something we made up when we first met, years ago. it was just a silly little thing at first, but we always used it throughout our relationship… and i guess now that things have ended.

i hear a quick shuffle coming from the other side of the door, then the locks being unlocked before i’m greeted by his pretty face, sleepy-eyed and a tangle mess of hair framing his face. his upper body was bare, revealing the perfectly sculptured lines tracing his abdomen, broad shoulders on full display. grey sweatpants hung loosely on his hips, doing things to my stomach.

his eyes narrowed as he stared at me. well, a tight black dress and red lipstick doesn’t seem very ideal at two in the morning.

“what you doing here, sweetheart?” his voice is laced with sleep, yet the way he says it almost sounds mocking. “upset at your new boy toy?”

“how’d you know?” my confidence slightly falters, hating the fact that he knows me so well.

“wild guess.” he shrugs his shoulders, opening the door wider to let me in.

without a second thought, i walked inside. seeing the familiar apartment again felt nostalgic, even if it’s only been eight months.

“so…” oscar says lowly as he closes the front door. “how’ve you been?”

“good.” i nod my head awkwardly.

“what’s up, y/n? don’t you literally have a new boyfriend waiting for you at home?” oscar says as he begins getting closer and closer to me.

“i…” my voice suddenly gets lost in my throat, i quickly clear it. “i’m so desperate, osc. i can’t keep faking orgasms and my fucking vibrator is getting tired of me.” i confess.

i walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling comfort from the warmth coming from his body. “please, give me something, osc.” i beg, my nails gently running across the back of his neck.

oscar’s hands come to rest right above my hips and for a few seconds he couldn’t look me in the eye, seeming like he was contemplating something.

“you know where my room is at,” he finally speaks up. “i want you ready for me on the bed, take this dress off and keep the heels on.” he demands, moving his hands down lower and giving my ass a firm squeeze.

i smile, feeling giddy at the fact that i would be getting what i want.

i hurriedly walk to his bedroom, knowing the apartment like the back of my hand. as i walk, i can’t control the excitement coursing through my body like electricity, and the arousal beginning to build with each step i take.

once i finally reach the bedroom, i take in my surroundings. the comforter had only been pulled back on his side of the bed, the other my side was left untouched. his room wasn’t extremely messy, just a few pieces of clothing in a pile in the corner of the bedroom, something that i always scolded him for, but it was good to know he hasn’t changed.

his cologne lingers in the air, the same cologne i used to spray on his pillows when he was away for races and i would lay lonely in bed. him being gone all of the time was the number one reason why i broke up with him in the first place.

i quickly slip off the black dress, leaving it on the hardwood floor. i take a deep breath to prepare myself as i climb onto the familiar bed, memories of the nights of pleasure, giggling and cuddling we shared when we were dating begin to creep back into my mind while i lay back on my forearms.

i hear oscar’s footsteps begin to get closer and closer, my entire being vibrated with anticipation, my hands itching to be tangled in his hair, my arousal almost seeping through my underwear.

“fuck, baby,” oscar throws his head back once he steps into the room, noticing the orange lingerie i had put on, just for him.

he gets on the bed, hovering over me, his hands running up and down my sides, “you prepared for this, didn’t you? wearing my team color.”

my mouth doesn’t seem to work as quick as my brain, i don’t realize this until oscar lays a heavy hand down on the side of my thigh, the sound echoing throughout the room. i let out a surprised squeak, not expecting him to do that.

“answer me when i speak to you, y/n.” he says sternly, running a soothing hand over the part of my thigh that he slapped.

“fuck, yes, i prepared for this, i’ve been planning on coming here for a while.” i whine, not being able to stop the embarrassing confession coming out of my mouth.

“dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you?” his index finger and thumb squeeze my nipples through the thin material, the pleasure that shoots throughout my body causes me to forgot to answer his question, again.

“strike two, y/n.” oscar flips me over, now i lie on my stomach, my ass on full display for him now. “count each one, mess up and you won’t get anything tonight.” with his hands resting on my ass, i immediately know what’s coming.

his hand comes striking down, i cry out, both in pleasure and pain. “one,” my shaky voice is muffled by the sheets.

oscar continues going, until we reach 10. i let out a sigh of relief once i feel him rubbing the raw and red skin. “good girl, you managed to count correctly.” he begins slipping my panties down my legs slowly, the cool air hitting my cunt causes shivers to go down my spine.

“look at you…” oscar mused. “missed me this much, y/n? just look at just how wet you are. you like getting treated like a slut, isn’t that right, y/n?” he says as he runs two fingers through my slit, collecting my arousal on his fingertips before pushing them straight into me.

i cry out, gripping his sheets, my knuckles turning white. “yes, fuck osc, i love getting treated like this.” i make sure to answer this time, not wanting any more punishments.

his fingers start working in and out of me at a slow pace, i already feel my orgasm rising in my stomach. i was finally receiving the pleasure i’ve been yearning for, obviously my new boyfriend wasn’t providing it for me and my vibrator gets boring after a while.

“fuck, osc, i’m gonna come,” i instantly regret saying those words because it causes oscar to remove his fingers, denying me from an orgasm.

“no, no, no,” i whine, my feet kicking around slightly. “please, i need it so badly.” the begging is embarrassing but in this moment, i really don’t care.

“don’t be a fucking brat, y/n.” another harsh slap on my ass, i saw that one coming.

oscar turns me back around, i was laying on my back once again. he removes my bra, throwing it across the room.

his mouth quickly envelopes one of my nipples, one hand tweaking with the other nipple. i throw my head back on his pillows, soft moans coming from my mouth.

once he’s finished with that nipple, he puts his mouth on the other one, sucking and gently biting down. he leaves marks all over my breasts and on my chest, something that i’ll definitely need to be covering up.

oscar trails down my stomach, kissing all around my abdomen and right under my belly button. he goes farther down, placing my legs over his shoulders, his bunny teeth sinking into the flesh of my inner thighs.

“please, oscar, do something!” my hand tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to where i needed him the most. however, he doesn’t budge, stupid me thinking that would work on a formula one driver.

“be as quiet as you can, don’t wanna wake the neighbors, do we?” he says before placing his lips on my clit, his tongue flicking against it. his left hand kneads my thigh as the other one comes closer to my cunt, inserting two fingers into my hole. my high heels dig into his back, he groans in pleasure into my heat, the vibrations feeling extraordinary.

my loud moans are muffled by my hand covering my mouth, my other hand tweaking with my nipples. it feels like years since i’ve felt pleasure like this. goosebumps rise on my skin, my orgasm getting closer and closer. oscar’s fingers hitting the spongy part inside of my cunt along with his tongue on my clit has me seeing stars.

“oscar, i’m gonna come.” i say as quietly as possible.

to my dismay, oscar pulls away. he doesn’t allow me to come, again.

tears of frustration begin pouring from my eyes. “osc, please!” i whine.

“you gotta be patient, y/n.” he presses kisses to my thighs, i was hoping he’d continue eating me out, but he doesn’t.

“turn to look at the mirror,” oscar gestures to the mirror angled to his bed, a mirror him and i have very good memories with. “get on all fours.”

i quickly do what i’m told, knowing that if i obeyed him, i’d get an orgasm soon.

i look at my reflection in the mirror, seeing how fucked over i looked, my makeup extremely runny. it’s almost embarrassing to see the desperation in my eyes and how fast oscar can make me lose my self-respect.

i watch as oscar comes behind me, sliding his sweatpants and boxers down his legs, throwing them to the floor. he leans down and presses sweet kisses down my spine before grabbing his cock, sliding it across my cunt, teasing my clit with the tip.

i slightly push my body backwards, shaking my hips to get him to do something, anything. “c’mon, osc.” i encourage him.

he pushes himself fully inside of me, both of us gasping at the feeling. “fuck, y/n, what are you doing to me?” he grips onto my hips, using them as leverage as he begins to slide in and out of me. he didn’t give me any time to adjust, immediately setting a very quick pace.

my pussy is perfectly molded for his cock, the way it fits amazingly and hits every spot correctly is just an incredible feeling.

“yes, oscar, feels so good!” i cry out as i look at myself in the mirror, seeing how oscar’s eyebrows are furrowed as he stares down to where our bodies meet, the sweat coating his body glistens in the dimly lit room, a single strand of hair sticks to his sweaty forehead.

i shove my face into the mattress, wanting to keep my moans as concealed as possible. however, i feel oscar’s big hand grab onto the hair at the back of my head, pulling me up and forcing myself to look in the mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror, y/n.” he demands. “look at what a dirty slut you are, cheating on your boyfriend with your ex. he’ll never be able to fuck you this good.” i feel humiliated, but the feeling of an orgasm bubbling inside of me overcomes the humiliation.

“please, osc, i’m so close, please don’t stop!” i beg, hoping that he wouldn’t deny me from an orgasm for the third time.

he reaches around my body, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing quick circles on it.

“come, y/n. show me how well only i can make you come, baby.” the pet name only intensifies the feeling and i gush all over his cock, the liquid coating mine and his thighs and his sheets.

i bury my face into the sheets, feeling as oscar thrusts into me a couple more times before coming inside of me, groaning as he does.

he stays like that for a few moments before he pulls out, i look in the mirror and see him walk to his bathroom, hearing the sink run for some seconds.

oscar comes back with a wet washcloth, running it gently over my thighs and my cunt, cleaning up the mess that we made. i quiver slightly, still feeling extremely sensitive. he reaches down and unclasps the heels, pulling them off of my feet, a massive wave of relief washes over me.

he hands me a clean t-shirt, he had already put on a new pair of boxers.

i take it and slip it on, watching him as he sits on the edge of the bed, opposite to where it was wet.

“why did you come here, y/n?” his head is in his hands.

i stare at his back, not knowing what to answer.

“you’re the one who broke up with me, never giving me a reason why and now you’re here again.” he rubs his face. “i don’t know why i just let you in like it was nothing when you truly hurt me.”

“i still love you, oscar.” i speak quietly. “i broke up with you because you traveled so much and i just felt lonely.” i get closer to where he sits. “i thought i would find someone better out there but i never did. there’s no other you, osc. i’m sorry i hurt you, i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“are you being genuine or is it just because of the sex?” his harsh tone takes me aback, but i honestly deserve it.

“i promise, it’s not just the sex. there’s no one that get me like you do, no one that gets my humor or just treats me incredibly like you do.”

“break up with your boyfriend?” he turns to look at me, an eyebrow raised.

i chuckle softly, “i was planning on it either way.”

oscar leans in to kiss me, the first time we’ve kissed since the breakup, and i knew that i was getting my oscar back, i knew that there was no one out there like him. this was a massive hardship in our relationship, but at least we came out of it together.

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10 months ago

the wolff's mouse

torger "toto" wolff

cw: smut/pwp, wife!reader, nicknames, drinking/drunk!reader, daddy kink, size kink, ditzy!reader, age gap (20s/50s), missionary, dirty talk, pet names

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The Wolff's Mouse

the liquor was smooth through your body as you walked along the edge of the pool. you were all giggles as you tried to keep your balance.

"maus." you heard toto's voice as you were moved away from the pool against his chest.

you held onto the front of his white shirt and giggled. you looked up and smiled, "wolf-y." you tried to get up on your tiptoes to kiss him. forgetting that reality that you were in the middle of a pool party.

someone had too many sangrias and was a ditzy little drunk mess by the pool. toto almost found it adorable, if you weren't so close to the pool. he didn't want his little mouse to hit her head.

he cupped the back of your head for a moment and pressed your face to his chest. you whined a little in his shirt as the rush of being drunk raced to your head. poor little mouse.

"what are you doing, maus?" he asked as he pulled you further away from the pool and towards the patio chairs. he set you down and crouched down beside you.

"i wanted to swim." you chirped and kicked out your feet a little. which only made you devolve into giggles. you were painfully adorable.

you were dressed for the occasion, in a pastel yellow and dark blue printed bikini that happily showed off your curves to the attendees at the party. you could catch any man's attention, but then they'd have to deal with the death glare from mercedes' team principal.

toto took your hands and looked at you, "i don't think that is the best idea right now." he rubbed your knuckles for a moment as he looked down at your hands, "don't stand too close to the edge, liebling. you could get hurt."

you looked at him and giggled, "toto, you worry too much!' and linked your fingers with him playfully, "i'm right as rain."

toto looked at you, you very clearly were not 'right as rain', you were drunker than a sailor and you still had more in your cup. thankfully he got it on a nearby side table before you downed the entire time. he kissed your hands lovingly and said, "how about we go inside for a little bit." his tone was tender.

"but the party."

toto leaned up to kiss you on the lips, "i know you're the life of the party." he leaned in a little more to your ear and said, "but papa wants you to not be hungover. verstehst du mich, liebling?"

you pouted for a moment before you nodded your head and let toto help you out of the chair. he kept close to you as he brought you inside. thankfully most were outside, enjoying the italian summer sun.

but toto's poor maus had too much liquor and too much sun. he worried that you'd get a sunburn as he brought you through the summer house and up to the bedroom you were sleeping in for the week.

toto stopped you by the foot of the bed before he undid the strings of your bikini and let it fall off your body was easy. nothing was keeping them held to your body.

his poor girl, the tan lines were going to be interesting in a few days. he placed his hands on your bare hips and looked into your eyes. they crinkled when he smiled, "good girl." he rubbed circles into your hips with his thumbs, "i know you wanted to party more, but papa has to take care of you."

you pouted, "i'm not even that drunk. i could prove it!" you chirped pathetically. you were his little drunk princess today.

"and how would you do that, maus?" he asked as he looked down at you. he lingered over you like a tall shadow, he was almost a foot taller than you.

"i could suck your dick!" you smiled at him.

he looked at you and smiled, "i think i've spoiled you, haven't i?" he asked as he held your chin to keep looking up at him. he chuckled, spoiled you rotten, you think you can get whatever you want if you suck my cock?" he shook his head.

he couldn't believe he let his baby girl become so spoiled, thinking she could get her way if she just got him off. he put you down on the bed and got on top of you. his belt was the first thing to come off.

he quickly worked the belt around your wrists, making sure his little angel would stay still. with your wrists bound, he looked at your naked body. his hands ran up your sides which made you squirm.

"this is why i didn't want you in that bikini." he said with a shake of his head, his eyes glued to your form, "everyone was going to stare at you. the most beautiful woman they had ever laid eyes on." he curled closer to you and kissed at your face with such affection, "i didn't want my little wife to get hurt. you had so much to drink, maus. you need to listen to papa or else you could get hurt."

his tenderness made you squirm, you could feel the stickiness between your thighs grow from his gentle yet strong words. he wasn't throwing his princess over his lap and smacking the cheeks till they bruised. he just thought you simply didn't know better, you weren't used to things being in such abundance.

you were toto's smaller, weaker, more innocent, painfully younger wife. toto felt a sense of protection over you as he captured your lips in his own and his fingers found their way into his hair. you moaned into the kiss and could feel your heat radiating off your body.

when he pulled away, you reached for his white shirt and started to undo the small buttons. you were growing impatient and like the brat you were, you dropped your hands back onto the bed and whined, "daddy!"

he chuckled, and leaned back upright to get the shirt off of his body. once he got it and the white undershirt off, your hands roamed his bare torso.

your core throbbed as you whimpered, "daddy, c'mon. i've been good!"

he smiled down at you and let the articles of clothing fall off the bed into a heap on the floor. his little sunshine goddess, his little maus. there weren't enough words in any of the languages were spoke that would accurately describe how he felt about you.

he got out of his pants without your help and your gaze lingered on the bulge in his briefs. his cock was painfully hard, which meant that you'd be feeling the length of him deep in your cunt.

he was a shower for sure. uncut and heavy. even after all this time of having sex with him, it still was a tight fit. he once said that it was like trying to fit into a tight parking spot. when you grimaced at his joke, he simply threw your knees to your ears and made you see stars.

"do you like what you see, schatz?" he asked curiously, he grabbed your bound hands and made you touch his cock through his underwear. its impressive size still made you gulp as you felt it up.

you weren't happy to admit this, but another time you were drunk at a pool party, you happily chatted with either lewis or george (you couldn't remember) that toto was in possession of the "nicest vienna sausage" then burst into giggles before you staggered off to find your husband. all you knew is that both drivers couldn't look their boss in the eye for about two months afterwards. the knowledge of it all was just too much for them.

you nodded, "i do, daddy. i think it's gotten bigger."

he chuckled as he pulled his underwear down under his cock, it bobbed and you swallowed at the sight of it. he said to you as he reached in to pet your soft cheek, "it's only to keep up with your insatiable appitite, schatz."

you pouted, the buzz in your head was strong as you said, "i'm not that greedy!"

he gave you a look, a stern one as he said, "maus, don't lie. you know what happens to liars." he said his eyebrows at you and watched your shift uncomfortably. he could tell you were getting hot all over.

"i'm sorry, daddy."

he got his underwear off and onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. it felt like the rest of the world turned off, he couldn't even focus on the sounds of the party outside. the music and chatter came through the open windows, but he was so enraptured by your naked beauty under him.

his hands grazed along your sides as he watched you giggle. you squirmed a little bit, such a ticklish little girl. he leaned in to kiss you, he was knelt between your legs and his hands were groping your breasts.

the kiss was sloppy and messy, it made you feel hot all over. having your handsome husband lingered over you, his tongue inside your mouth. his cock stood at full attention, eager to sink into you. he rubbed up against you, his hard cock pressed against your stomach.

the prodding made you heart race before he pulled away and you stared into those beautiful eyes. you shifted a little bit, the pleasure and alcohol made your thoughts murky. you seemed to be driven by the sole purpose of reaching orgasm.

he grabbed you by the thighs and lifted them, you held the position as he got an extra pillow under your hips for leverage. he licked his lips at the sight of you.

"beautiful, little maus." he laughed, "schatz." his tone was glazed with affection as he got fully between your legs and rubbed his cock up against your pussy lips.

you whined and tried to cover your face with your bound hands. but toto was not having any of that. he pinned down back down to the bed and loomed over you. his hard cock in his other hand, "don't hide from me." he said, his voice tinged with more lust, "i want to see my beautiful wife's face when i am fucking her." his words were filthy, "i want you to remember this face for when i am away and you get so needy. needy little girl."

you heart hammered as he rubbed his cock up against your pussy, almost sliding right in. you squirmed a little in anticipation but toto kept you down.

"no, no." he said, "you stay still."

"but wolf-y." you pouted.

he shook his head, "behave." it left an ache in you that was soon filled by his cock easing itself into you. he watched you wince and waited for a moment for you to adjust because he sank the rest of the way in.

his mind went blank for a moment before he snapped himself out of it to continue to push his entire length into you. he had your legs wrapped around his waist. he loved the feeling of your soft skin against his. you looked divine, flustered and drunk but yearning for him.

a carnal ache, the kind that left your head spinning. pleasure left you choked up as your moans were sweet noises to his ears. his lovely wife. how'd he get so lucky.

he kept you pinned to the bed by his hands on your wrist and started to thrust. he used his grasp on you as leverage. his cock was snug in your tight cunt, a proper fit. he thrusted in and out of you and it left you breathless. he heard you airy moans as he bullied his cock into you.

you were just so painfully sweet. his ditzy little maus, the little thing that had him around your fingers. he gazed at you lovingly, going in for searing kisses. he hips bumped against you as you back arched off the bed. you didn't have the strength to get out of his grasp.

even at his age, he still was able to pin you down and fuck the daylights out of you. make you see stars when the pleasure washed over you. a few moans got caught in your throat which on spurred him on to fucking you hard.

the iron rod bed frame hit against the white wall of the bedroom. the afternoon light came through the windows. you were a sight to behold in the glow of the day. his poor angel, you were a little sunburned.

but it was alright, papa would take care of it. just as he took care of you in every other way. his kisses were delicate across your cheeks and collarbones, as opposed to the pace he was fucking you in.

it was oppressive and strong, it made your stomach tie in knots as you felt the beating your heart in your ears. he held onto you and bounced you on his cock.

your squirming only fueled the fire in his gut as he pushed his cock in you to the root. he made sure that you firmly remembered the feeling of him inside of you. your expressions, from the bit of pain to the immense pleasure only made the older man more aroused by you.

his words were dirty as he rutted against you, "do you like when i fuck you? when it feels so good? you like when i have you pinned to the bed and fucking you like an animal. there are people outside that want to see and talk to you, but instead you are too busy taking your husband's cock like the good girl you are." he kissed at your draw, they were wet and made you hot all over, "beautiful, girl." he purred, "you know exactly how to make me feel good. it's not your fault that you got so drunk, you were just handed glass after glass. silly little thing" he chuckled lowly as he left a nice hickey on your neck.

you were on cloud nine, letting your husband fuck you. you felt the roll of pleasure in your gut the harder he thrusts. you were lost in a sea of lust as you felt your walls grip around his cock. two halves of a perfect hole.

you panted wildly and you tried to hold onto him, but he had you by the wrists. you were pinned under him, legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into you.

his pace started to stagger and you felt the heat in your gut pool. you whimpered and squirmed as much as you could. and before you knew it, you felt the rush of climax consume you whole. your noises were cut off by them getting caught in your throat and your head was throbbing from the rush.

"maus." he purred.

"wolf-y." you replied, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth.

he pushed further inside of you, bending your back to drill his cock into you. you could taste the precum in the back of your throat. he fucked you with little abandon until he felt the heightened experience of orgasm.

he came in you, and you accepted it like the good wife you were. you whined his name as he slowed down. his poor girl was already so overstimulated. he wanted to go for a second round but you were fucked out. your hair was a mess, partially sun burnt with the alcohol still in your system.

"poor, maus." he cooed as he held his cock inside of you for a moment.

he then pulled out and rubbed his softening cock up against your pussy for one last feeling of your sex. you were blissed out, exhausted under him.

"my little mouse is done for the day?" he asked as he palmed your breasts, feeling the mass between his fingers.

you nodded slowly, "yes, daddy"

"well you rest now, maus. i'm going to see how our guests are doing. if you feel better, you may join us again. but no more alcohol, it's not good for a girl like you." he kissed the top of your head before he got out of bed to find his clothes.

you remained snuggled up naked with the blanket over your head, you peeked out from the blanket and got a good view of your husband's ass as he was bent over to pick up his briefs. you giggled to yourself before you kept an eye on him.

his little spoiled maus. <3


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10 months ago

Sweet dreams - LN

Summary: Lando wanted to suprise his girlfriend but got suprised

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia, horny!Lando, sleepy!reader, slight overstimulation(?), pet names, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (i think that’s it let me know if i missed any)

Side notes: English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy❤️‍🔥

Sweet Dreams - LN
Sweet Dreams - LN
Sweet Dreams - LN

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Y/n went to sleep wearing one of Lando’s button-ups with nothing underneath. She doesn’t usually go to sleep full commando but since her boyfriend isn’t home, why not? Lando was out for the triple header, he just finished Barcelona and was supposed to go straight to Austria, but Lando decided to give his girlfriend a surprise.

Lando opened the door to his apartment slightly, tiptoeing his way through the dark room, careful not to wake her up. He cracks the door to their bedroom quietly, guessing she was asleep since it was pretty late at night. He made his way to where she was lying, looking down at y/n’s peaceful face…until something caught his attention.

Y/n was letting out some incoherent mumbling and panting but was still pretty much fast asleep. She was straddling a pillow, that’s what caught Lando’s eyes. He reached for the pillow between her legs to remove it and to his surprise, there was a damp spot on the pillow. Lando’s eyes widen as he looks down at his girlfriend, who is now rubbing her legs together from the loss of the pillow. He parted her legs slightly, staring at the glistening wetness and leaning down, placing kisses on both sides of her thigh. Meanwhile, Y/n was still very deep asleep.

“P-please, Lando” Y/n mumbled in a quiet tone but enough for Lando to hear

He looks up from between her legs to see that she’s still sleeping. She’s having a wet dream. This is a perfect opportunity for Lando to try out something they talked about for a while but never got the chance to try.

He moved his finger up and down collecting the wetness and then bringing them up to his mouth to taste. He’s pretty sure if y/n was awake and watching him doing that right now, she would be too embarrassed and try to cover her red face. However, she was still fast asleep right now, stirred a little but nothing else, allowing Lando to do everything he wanted to her.

Lando leaned down and lick a stripe from her hole up to her clit, making her breath hitch in her sleep. He starts doing kitten licks and placing kisses on y/n’s clit, teeth glazing it sending shivers down her body

“L-Lan?” She woke up and tried to close her leg in confusion, unsure what was happening.

“I’m here princess, go back to sleep and lemme take care of you yeah?” Lando shushed y/n and pecked her lip before lowering himself again to finish what he started.

Lando started to eat you out like crazy. If anybody sees how he is right now they would think that he was starved for days. The combination of y/n’s arousal and his saliva glistening on her soaked cunt as he continues to devour her. Sucking and practically “making out” with her clit as two of his fingers enter her and immediately start to move at a brutal pace, as his other hand moves up to toy with y/n’s tits. It was too much for her, hands desperately trying to find something to grab onto when they found Lando’s hair.

“I-I’m close Lan”

Her boyfriend didn’t reply but hummed into her soaked cunt, sending vibration to y/n’s already sensitive clit, adding up to the knot building up in her lower abdomen, pushing her over the edge. She grabbed onto Lando’s hair tightly as she cum, moaning out loud.

“That’s it sweetheart, good girl” Lando coos as he plants kisses all over her face. Just when Y/n was about to doze off again, she felt Lando’s tip squeezing into her tight cunt.

“N-no, I want to sleep” Y/n whines, closing her legs and trying to push Lando away

“C’mon, just one more for me ok?”. Lando coos as he grabs her hands and pins them above her head. With one thrust, he bottomed out in her. Lando let out a groan feeling her warm, tight cunt wrapping around his hard member.

“So good f’me huh baby” He whispers in her ear, feeling her clenching extra hard down on him. Lando started with slow but deep strokes, hitting y/n’s G-spot with every thrust making her moan out loud.

“M-more”

“I thought you wanted to sleep, no?” Lando jokes as y/n gives him a death stare.

“Your wish is my command, princess” He chuckled slightly as he increased his pace, hips snapping into her at brutal speed. The sound of skin slapping and wet noises from the combination of her arousal and his pre-cum fills the room.

“I’m close-“

“Cum for me baby” Lando’s hand sneaks down to rub her clit in a circular motion, adding more pleasure, and pushing her over the edge. Y/n let out a loud moan as she comes, clenching around and milking his cock. Lando pulls out and shoots his cum on her stomach.

“Did so well for me, gorgeous” Lando says as he pecks her lip quickly then runs to grab a towel to clean both of them up. After he’s done with the cleaning, Lando climbs onto the bed to cuddle up with Y/n.

“So what were you dreaming about earlier” Lando asks as Y/n hits his chest playfully with her palm.

“Some handsome guy teasing me”


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10 months ago

ever heard of casual? - cl16

Ever Heard Of Casual? - Cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader (fem) summary: in which true feelings are kind of shown between charles and his daughter's nanny warnings: basically smut with some plot (LOL), bad french(please correct me), not proofread, 18+!!!! word count: 1,795 author's note: i really enjoyed doing the instagram au the other day so i wanted to include some of that into part 2!!! face claim is Hailey Bieber (you can picture nanny!reader however you want I just love Hailey so I'm sorry if you don't LOL). Also not kidding like single dad Charles got me in a HEADLOCK. also this is my Christmas gift to y’all 🤍 feel free to message me your thoughts!!! I love feedback and hearing from you all

part 2 to THIS (nanny series)

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THE ENSUING WEEKS unfolded in a hazy cascade, a whirlwind of experiences that blurred the boundaries of time. The dynamics with Charles remained poised, neither veering into awkwardness nor undergoing discernible alterations – an equilibrium that suited you perfectly. After all, you hadn’t harbored expectations of a budding relationship; rather, this interlude seemed more akin to an itch that required gentle satisfaction.

Well, it wasn’t altered, aside from the handful of orgasms he gave you before his departure for races. It felt as though the barrier between you both had fissured and ruptured beyond control, an unstoppable force. But you told yourself to keep it casual.

With Charles traveling the past few weeks for a triple header, the atmosphere between the two of you has gracefully sidestepped any foray into weighty matters. Interactions have been modest, primarily of facetimes with his daughter, and lighthearted banter via text messages. Aside from the one late night desperate and needy facetime call you had last week.

Yesterday marked a noteworthy occasion as, for the initial time in the span of weeks, you relished an entire day and evening in the company of all your friends. Pascale, in all her wisdom, insisted you merited a respite from the role of caregiver and assured that she will handle the little one for you.

A day immersed in sun and sea with close friends proved to be a much-needed respite from the past few weeks. This was complemented by an evening at the club, where pulsating beats, lively dance floors, and contagious laughter wove together, leaving behind a lasting sense of euphoria.

So, when you arrive to Charles’ apartment ready for a fun and relaxing day with him and his daughter for the first time since he left, you’re surprised to find Charles swinging the door open before you could even reach for the handle. You’re also surprised to find out that his daughter isn’t even here, and that she is still at Pascale’s.

“Où étais-tu?” Where have you been? His question was quick and short as he pulled you into the apartment, shutting the door behind you. You barely made two steps before his hand was gripping your hand, pulling you down the hall to his bedroom.

“Que veux-tu dire?” What do you mean? You were confused but didn’t refuse his touch as he pushed you to sit on the edge of his bed. “Content de te voir aussi.” Nice to see you too. Recognizing a hint of sarcasm in your tone, you conclude that adopting a bratty attitude probably wasn’t the wisest choice, especially given his apparent sour mood. 

He began restlessly pacing within the room, the muscles of his arms visible as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest in a display of frustration.

“Où est ma fille?” Where is my daughter? He was fully aware of his provocative tone. He possessed the knowledge of his daughter’s whereabouts, yet he seemed intent on provoking confrontation, eager to witness any response that might momentarily suppress the burgeoning jealousy within his chest. 

You found his accusatory tone unsettling, especially given the fact that you would never put his daughter in harm’s way. “Pascale’s. You know this.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him as he stood directly in front of you, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he finally made eye contact with you.

“How s’est pasée ta soirée?” How was your night? He knelt between your legs, eyes meeting yours at the same level, jaw tightly clenched. His two hands rested on each leg, fingers pressing into the skin of your thighs.

It wasn’t until then that it clicked. His behavior, all because of your night out. He knew of your ex-boyfriend from social media, but you never fully had a talk regarding him. Because why would you? This was all still very new. 

Navigating the relationship of you and your ex-boyfriend proved to be intricate, primarily owing to the longstanding history you shared since diapers. Originating as childhood best friends, a mutual decision was made to preserve the amicable bond even after the breakup. Given your shared history and overlapping friend group, the decision to maintain a friendship, sparing both parties the discomfort of awkwardness.

His hands slowly traced up the inside of your thighs, his fingers instantly contacting your lace covered center, thanks to the short, pleated skirt that adorned your body.

“Tu as passé un bon moment, hm?” Did you have a nice time? His tone was mocking. You felt yourself at a loss of words as his fingers slipped past your underwear, his thumb pressing circles directly to your clit.

You nodded slowly, delusional from how good his fingers felt on you. His other hand reached for the band of your underwear, pulling them off until they piled at your feet. His thumb, not easing up on your heated center. You let out a soft moan, leaning back on your two hands, as he pushed two fingers into you. His eyes, purely focused on watching his fingers slide in and out of you, wet and slick. 

“Rien à dire?” Nothing to say? His fingers sped up, your stomach clenching as you arched your back in complete pleasure. 

“I’m gon—fuck,” You couldn’t get complete words out. Every time you went to talk, his fingers assault on you would increase, leaving you nothing but a moaning mess on the edge of his bed.

He pulled his fingers completely out of you, letting you scream in frustration as he edged you. 

“Did you fuck him?” His words cut sharply, and the green of his eyes almost appeared black with intensity. Despite the anger he conveyed, a discernible undercurrent of vulnerability permeated his questions. It made your heart clench.

“No,” you were quick to answer. “Je ne ferais pas ça!” I wouldn’t do that!

His eyebrows furrowed as he slid his fingers back into you with urgency. “You sure?”

“Yes!” His fingers were quickly back on you, the need that bubbled deep in your stomach ready to tip over.  

It wasn’t until he shoved his head between your legs, his tongue replacing his thumb, and pressing it flat to your clit, that you were careening forward with a cry.

The assault of his tongue didn’t let up until you were pulling him by the hair on the back of his head, his mouth leaving your clit with a ‘pop’ noise. His lips were glistening as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. 

“Tellement bien,” So good. He moaned with his eyes shut as he sucked you off his fingers, your eyes purely focused on his mouth and the hollows of his cheeks. 

Before you could even relax, he was scooping you up and flipping you over onto your stomach, and bunching your skirt high up on your waist. A harsh smack of your butt echoed off the walls of the bedroom.

“I should fuck the salope out of you,” his voice was deep with need as you heard the unzip of his jeans from behind you. His hands pressed your face into the mattress, nearly suffocating you, as he nudges his cock through your folds. But you didn’t care, the pleasure was too good.

He slid into you easily, your saturated walls slick from your previous orgasm. The burning stretch of his cock had you cry out a muffled yelp into the mattress. “Gonna take all of me, hm?”

You agree feverently, nodding your head repeatedly with a moan. “These weeks were too long huh?” He droned on, talking you through it. “Even our facetime the other night wasn’t enough?”

Thoughts of your facetime the other night surface back quickly as his hips pound into you. How you both were so needy. How he was able to make you come on your fingers just by the sound of his voice. How he commanded your body even from thousands of miles away. Yes, that’s it. Cum all over your fingers like the good girl you are.

He felt your walls clench down on him so tightly, he groaned. “The thought of fingering yourself gets you that hot and bothered?” Another harsh slap to your butt.

You begin to cry out almost pathetically, your fingers gripping onto the sheets tightly. You turn your head, Charles hands sliding from the back of your hair to your neck, still weighing you down.

“S’il te plait,” Please. You’re begging. 

“Wish I could bring you – Mon dieu – wish I could bring you with me wherever I go,” his heavy breaths were heard in between each word, as if he was struggling to keep any self-control he had left.

“But I can’t,” his voice sounds angry again. “Wouldn’t be able to leave you, can’t look at you without wanting to fuck you stupid,” He won’t shut up. Like he opened a door and can’t close it shut now. “Tu me rends fou,” Drive me crazy.

Your heart is clenching at his words. His words creating a mass of butterflies in your stomach. You can tell by the shutter of his last words that he’s close.

“Allons-y, ma cherie,” Let’s go. “That’s it,” he groans loudly as you clench around him, releasing all over him. He’s quick to pull out, releasing himself all over your backside, smearing it with the tip of his cock into you. 

He rolled over to the side of you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took. The silence of the apartment was loud but comfortable as you both caught your breath.

“I don’t think I can do casual with you but I’ll try,” he mutters softly, one of his hands brushing your hair out of your face so you can truly look at him. His cheeks were rosy, the crinkles in his eyes from smiling apparent, and his hair so disheveled it made you clench your thighs together.

You roll onto your side, your hand gracing his cheek as you turn his head to look at you. “Me either,” you admit. Because truly, he was all that was ever on your mind. You didn’t want to have one foot in the door, one foot out. You wanted to be all in with him.

“Let’s just see where this goes, yeah?” He smiles, pulling you up onto his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around as your head dug into the crook of his neck. You placed gentle kisses to his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably. 

You feel his length harden from underneath you again. To which, you lift your head to see him with a smirk fully spread on his lips. You furrow your eyebrows as if to say ‘really?’.

To which he responds, “Je t’ai dit.” I told you. “Tu me rends fou.” You drive me crazy.


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pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader summary: in which charles is an idiot and you decide to make him suffer for a little bit warnings: smut, angst!, exhibitionism (kinda?), breeding kink!, language, 18+!, bad french!!! (please correct me and i'll edit), barely proofread (sorry if there’s mistakes my eyeballs hurt) word count: 5.9k (LENGTHYYYYY) author's note: had to give us some angst obvi....but also smut bc single dad charles is so hot. let me know what you think! I can't believe it ended up being this long but it felt like it was impossible to end. xoxo. please blow this up bc the effort I put into writing this took 100% of my brain power away lmao. also I got an anon request to write about nanny getting a internship with a fashion company which is included in this! french edits made by the lovely @dannyramirezwife (idk what I would do without you)

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YOU BEGIN TO wonder whether the universe harbors some inexplicable grudge against you. Because really, you always make sure to check in on your friends often. You always make sure to pay your bills on time, if not earlier. Heck, you even make sure to donate to a different charity every month. Yet, as the jet encounters heavily turbulent skies on the way to Miami, the persistent question echoes in your mind ‘why me?’.

Luckily, a bundle of joy rests on your lap, cupping your face in her hands, and playfully squeezing your cheeks. A sweet distraction from the terror you feel inside. It’s adorable how earnestly she tries to impact calmness in you, even though her eyes are half shut with sleep. 

“Ne sois pas effrayé,” Don’t be scared. Her voice maintains its gentleness as she swiftly loses interest in your cheeks, redirecting her tiny hands to play with the ends of your hair. “Je suis là avec papa.” Me and papa are here.

“Chérie,” Charles coos at his daughter, picking her up from your lap and resting her down on the bed. “Repose-toi bien," Get some rest. He tucks her into the bed, a space far too vast for her tiny body, nestling her favorite fluffy bunny stuffed animal by her side. You observe in admiration as he plants a gentle kiss to her forehead, then tenderly strokes her hair in a soothing manner.

“J’ai besoin qu’elle me borde, papa,” I need her to tuck me in. Her tiny fingers point to you and your heart instantly tightens. With a slight shake in your steps, you make your way to the bed, sitting on the side of it. “Bonne nuit, ma petite.” Goodnight, little one.

“Bonne nuit, maman,” Goodnight, mom. The words were mumbled with sleep, but it was the name that couldn’t be ignored.

For a brief period, both you and Charles experienced a suspended moment, a pause in time. Never had she referred to you in such a way, and you certainly didn’t want Charles to assume you influenced her perception in any manner.

“I don’t know why she said that.”

Caught like a deer in headlights, you pivot your head to face him. Panic courses through you, eyes widened, heart pounding. Yet, as you turn to Charles, he appears nonchalant, offering only a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“C’est bien.” It’s okay.

In a hushed pause, the both of you remain motionless aside from turning your head back to the sleeping toddler, entranced by how peaceful she looks. However, Charles finds it hard to divert his gaze from you. His eyes focus on the serene scene of his daughter’s fingers delicately entwined with yours, even in the depths of sleep, acknowledging the profound connection between you two. In these tranquil moments, where your presence is indispensable for tucking her in, Charles not only appreciates the nurturing care you offer but also recognizes the profound love and solace you impact. He can’t help but feel incredibly fortunate to have you in his life.

Only when Charles’s gentle hands tenderly squeezed the back of your neck, providing a subtle massage to your tense muscles, did you become acutely aware of the extent of your own exhaustion.

“Allez, dormons un peu, d’accord?” Let’s get some sleep, yeah? His lips delicately brushed against the shell of your ear, followed by a tender kiss on your temple, guiding you toward the other bed on the jet. Wrapping his arms snugly around your body, he let the both of you fall onto the mattress. While pulling the covers over both of you, your face pressed against his chest clad in a soft t-shirt. As you planted a gentle kiss above the neckline, you could feel the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat.  

Despite the passing of a few months since that initial kiss, your connection with Charles retained a serene simplicity. In the quietude of your shared moments, you found solace. Deliberately, you resisted the temptation to let your mind drift into the what if’s, choosing instead to remain in the present moments. 

However, within his mind, thoughts raced at a million miles a minute. Regardless of the casualness of your relationship you both claim to have, he couldn’t stop picturing you with swollen breasts and a swollen belly. The moment his daughter called you ‘maman’, an almost feral instinct surged within him. It was a wild and untamable force. He couldn’t stop imagining you pregnant. Full of his kid. Full of him. The need to fill you up with all of him was all but surging through his veins. All the blood was rushing to his cock, and he knew he needed to get these thoughts out of his head. 

“Bonne nuit,” Goodnight. His voice sounded so rough as his arms tightened around you and you easily fell into a quick slumber, feeling so safe in his arms from the turbulent skies.

-

The abrupt touchdown of the jet resonated through the cabin, rousing you from slumber. A ballet of movement ensued before your eyes met the scene: Charles had migrated to one of the plush seats, his daughter perched upon his knee. The ambient hum of the aircraft formed a backdrop to the unfolding familial vignette, a delicate interplay of affection. As Charles tenderly pinched his daughter’s cheeks, childlike laughter following their hushed whispers.

Charles shifted his gaze towards you, now upright on the bed. Your tousled hair framed a face adorned with the lingering softness of sleep, and your eyes, slightly puffy with remnant of slumber, held a captivating allure. Despite your disheveled state, he couldn’t help but find that you remained the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Bien dormi?” Sleep well?

A gentle smile played on your lips as you rose from the bed, indulging in a languorous stretch that showcased the contours of your body. The fabric of the t-shirt clung momentarily, revealing the subtle canvas of freckles adorning your stomach to Charles. His gaze involuntarily flicked away, a reflex triggered by the flooding memories, thoughts of you pregnant resurfacing in vivid detail. The mere glimpse of your stomach had him internally spiraling. 

“Uncle Lorenzo and Auntie Char want to see you bébé,” baby. A ripple of excitement danced in his daughter’s eyes as she clapped her hands joyfully at the mere mention of her uncle. Lorenzo and Charlotte had made their way to Miami a few days prior, cleverly disguising their visit as an opportunity to vacation while supporting Charles in the impending race. This strategic maneuver afforded you and Charles the luxury of solitude in the days leading up to the event, a rare and treasured gift compared to the last few months.

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“Merde,” Shit. He grunted as his head fell back against the headboard of the shared bed. His green eyes watching you with flushed cheeks as you worked yourself over his cock. “This is where you belong, yeah?” 

The morning sun peeked through the curtains of the hotel room. Eliciting a warm glow in the hotel room as you sunk down onto him deeper than before. Your pussy fluttering around his length, appeasing the ache that he created before you even opened your eyes. 

You nodded your head repeatedly. “Mon dieu, yes.” 

His hands cup your ass, fingers pressing firmly into the delicate layers of your skin, leaving an imprint as if searching for a connection beneath the surface. Controlling your movements, he urges you to move more frantically. The feeling of your hot, wet, pussy squeezing him was almost too much for him to handle.

With each passing second, the pressure of his fingers increased, creating a sensation of both command and invitation at the back of your neck. His touch was a deliberate grasp, not just holding but asserting dominance. Your lips met in a symphony of desire.  His tongue slipping into your mouth instantly, brushing against yours as he held you against him. Your nipples flushed against the toned muscles of his chest as you leaned in, and the pound of his hips fucking upwards into you, had you all but mewling into his mouth. 

“C’mon mon ange, don’t make me wait.” My angel.

You’re not sure if it was the pet name or the fact that you loved to please him. Or maybe the brush of his body against your clit. But your orgasm came quickly after while the tears spilled slowly from your eyes. He swallowed every moan you gave him like it was his own source of oxygen before flipping both of you over and pushing you face first into the mattress.

Every moan you gave him was like fuel to the pound of his hips. He was completely lost in the feeling of you. “Take it all,” he grunted as he pushed your body into the mattress deeper than before, his eyes not moving from the sight of his cock coated with you and slipping into you. 

You were begging and pleading him to give you more, more, more. You don’t know what more he could give you; you just knew you needed it.

“So pretty like this,” he muttered, “like you were made just to take my fucking cock whenever I need.” His thrusts began to slow, but the speed didn’t alter just how good they felt. No, he pushed himself even further, hitting all the spots just right. It was as if he was trying to become one with you. Like he wanted merge you two into a singular existence. 

“Cha,” You moaned out his name and you couldn’t see but his eyes widened. His heart clenched at the nickname. He pulled out quickly, provoking a complaint from your lips as he began scooping one of his arms under your stomach and flipping you onto your back. He took a second to just look at you, a shine forming in his eyes as he observed you. You look absolutely fucked. Cheeks flushed, hair all over the place, eyes glossed with satiation, and red marks all over your neck from his fingertips.

“Needed to see your face,” he answered before you could ask, slipping his cock back into your needy hole. The confession making your heart clench and the stretch of his cock had your stomach doing flips. “Besoin de voir tes yeux.” Needed to see your eyes.

His gaze was unwavering and fixed upon you. It was as if sought to etch the intricate details of your face into the canvas of his memory. He wanted to capture every nuance, every curve, and every expression that you made. 

“Merde, let me cum in you.” His eyes trailed down your face, to your neck, to your breasts. The bounce of your breasts from the force of his hips had him in a trance, thoughts of you with swollen breasts came back to mind. When he felt your pussy clench around him at the phrase, a smirk formed. “Yeah? Want me to fill you up sweet girl?

“S’il ti plaît,” please. You were pleading. You wanted nothing more. “J’en ai besoin.” I need it.

Charles’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at your confession. His groaning and grunting increasing in volume as he pounds into you harder, every inch of his cock pressing against your velvet walls as he releases into you, making you feel all warm inside. 

“Tu es parfaite.” You’re perfect. He collapses beside you; his voice was so low that you almost didn’t hear him mumble the words as he pressed his lips to your collarbone before resting his head on the pillows. You felt your cheeks redden almost instantly, brushing off the compliment with a smile and small laugh. 

“Je dois prendre une douche.” I need to shower. The mixture of his and yours cum was oozing down your leg. You could still feel the warmth of it. Charles mumbled a soft “mmmm”, already drifting off into a slumber. 

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You weren’t sure what changed in the few minutes you were in the bathroom, but you could feel the unease build in your stomach as you emerged with a towel wrapped around your frame and skin flushed red from the heat of the water to Charles pacing around the room, a knuckle in between his teeth.

He was agitated to say the least. He felt betrayed by you.

A subtle smile played on Charles’s lips as the sound of the shower resonated in the room, accompanied by your soft hum of a song he couldn’t name. The ambiance of the hotel room cocooned him in a profound sense of peace, and in that moment, he wished he could stay here eternally with you. Kissing you, touching you, inside of you.

When he heard the buzzing of a phone on the table beside the bed, he instinctively reached for it without glancing at the screen, presuming it to be his own. Given the context of it being a race weekend, early morning phone calls were expected. 

“Bonjour?” Hello? He let out a cough, clearing his throat from the sound of sleep and satiated desire. The subtle rasp carried with it the traces of his happiness.

“Ah bonjour, hello, this is Camille with Christian Dior.” The woman’s voice echoes into Charles’ ear. He sits up immediately, back against the headboard. His first thought was ‘why is Christian Dior calling me?’ but it wasn’t that abnormal either. Companies reached out to him all the time for collaborations. “I am calling regarding the application we received for the internship and wanted to schedule and in-person meeting.”

Charles felt his stomach twist in knots as he listened to Camille chatter into the phone. Application? Internship? Moving the phone from his ear, he looked at the phone realizing that it was in fact yours and not his. This call was for you, not him. Camille’s voice was muffled as it was pulled away from his ear. 

A wave of nausea coursed through Charles, the unexpected revelation at the possibility of you leaving hitting him hard. How could you just apply for another job like that? He felt himself growing antsy and restless as thoughts swirled in his head. Camille, who was confused by the silence, mumbled something about calling back later due to the lack of response from Charles.

He dropped the phone onto the duvet of the bed, standing up and pacing the room while he felt himself begin to question everything. Questioning why you would leave. Does he not give you enough? Was it too much to handle? As his thoughts droned on, taking a turn for the worse, he began to feel angry. Angry that you considered leaving this job. He began to see red.

“Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas?” What’s wrong? You were cautious, not standing too close to him to give him some space. His head whipped in your direction almost too quickly. 

Your attention was drawn to the wrinkle lines etched on Charles’s forehead, marking the aftermath of his furrowed eyebrows. The subtle creases and wrinkles, usually absent in is carefree demeanor, painted you a picture of his current inner turmoil. When you shifted your gaze to meet with his narrowed eyes, the cautious padding of your bare feet seemed to echo.

It was an unfamiliar sight to witness Charles engulfed in such a storm of emotions. The stark contrast to his usual carefree and joyful demeanor.  He was blinded by his rage as he muttered the next words.

“Es-tu idiote?” Are you stupid? His jaw was clenched. A soft gasp left your lips as you clutched tighter onto the top of your towel, feeling rather exposed now. “Demande à Christian Dior.” Ask Christian Dior. His spat out the name Christian Dior with such disdain. As if it were dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

Your eyes widened, everything clicking. You weren’t sure how he knew, but he was answering your internal thoughts before words could form on your tongue.

“Ils t’ont appelé. J’ai répondu par erreur.” They called you. I answered by mistake. He let out a loud sigh as he leaned against the dresser across from the end of the bed, his forearms flexing as he gripped onto it tightly. You noticed the definition of his muscles and veins forming on his arms. He was squeezing the dresser, trying to gain some relief from such anger swirling within him.

At first, you wanted to argue him for answering your phone. But you knew him. You knew he wasn’t snooping. He said it was a mistake, so you took his word for it.

“Qu’ont-ils dit?” What did they say? You weren’t sure how to approach this conversation with him. You especially were not expecting it to go this way, with you wrapped in only a cotton towel.

His eyes narrowed to an almost imperceptible slit, the vibrant green drained from any warmth of presence. “Are you serious?” The exasperation in his voice reverberated through the room. Your question seemed to strike a nerve, leaving him incredulous. Was that all you had to say? The absence of an explanation hung in the air, adding more tension to the charged atmosphere between you two.

“Ne me crie pas dessus.” Don’t yell at me. You felt your own anger building at his attitude. Who did he think he was? You padded back to your suitcase, grabbing whatever outfit you could without paying attention. You weren’t sure what you even grabbed or if it even matched, but you didn’t care. You were too busy listening to Charles raise his voice.

“Don’t walk away from me.” He pushed off the dresser, trailing behind you. “What is this internship you applied for?”

You didn’t answer right away, instilling more anger within Charles. “Answer me. You’re just going to leave like always?” His tone struck you with disbelief, the harshness leaving an unexpected sting. The air was too intense. You needed to get some air.

Like always?

You turned and faced him. “Are you asking me as my boss or my fuck buddy?” You knew it was a low blow, but it was so unfair for him to be this mean to you. It wasn’t even necessarily his words but his tone that bothered you most. He spoke to you as if you were a child who needed punishing.

You had a shirt half-way over your head and black leggings on. “It’s just a summer internship. I didn’t even do the interview yet, but you seem to know that already.” You waved him off, rushing around the room to get your stuff. You needed to get out of here. You weren’t going to sit here and let him berate you.

“You can’t just leave.” He followed you to the door, gripping your wrist to pull you back towards him. You yanked your arm out of his grip.

“You’re just like everyone else.” His words tumbled out incoherently, much like uncontrollable word vomit. He could feel the panic rising in him as you made your way towards the door. “Right. Use me and then leave. It’s all I’m good for.”

His words twisted your stomach, and you chose to overlook the burning ache in your heart.

“Fine. Just go fuck your ex-boyfriend or something. Or Lando. I know he wants you.” He stood there, chest heaving up and down with his heavy breaths. You pulled the door open, standing in the frame, you took one last glance at him.

“Va te faire foutre.” Go fuck yourself. And with that you were out the door.

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“Je n’arrive pas à le croire!” I can’t believe him! “C’est vraiment un connard.” He’s really such an asshole.

“Babes, you’re g’na need to speak in English for me to understand,” he laughed before taking a sip of his beer, “you muppet.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at Lando, seated across from you in the elegant ambiance of the hotel restaurant. Adorned in a snug black dress, every curve of your figure accentuated, the crystal jewels meticulously tracing the contours of your breasts. The garment displayed a subtle dip between your cleavage, adding an enthralling touch. It was safe to say you looked fucking good. Or as Lando said, “holy fucking shit, you took the air out of my lungs.” Which in response, you couldn’t resist a playful shove to his shoulder.

In the aftermath of the argument with Charles, you found yourself in the company of Lando, driven partly by Charles’s mention of him. Despite the strained circumstances, your connection with Lando remained strictly platonic. However, Lando’s penchant for flirting was a constant, adding a playful dynamic that colored your friendship. Thankfully for Lando, he was the reason you were able to even get a change of clothes seeing as you left the hotel room earlier in complete disarray. It was still your day off, one that was originally supposed to be spent with Charles. Lorenzo and Charlotte were still taking care of Charles’s daughter, leaving your night wide open.

“Martin’s driver is picking us up soon,” Lando declared, drowning the remainder of his beer and emphatically slamming the bottle onto the table. There was still two more days before the race weekend began, meaning Lando wanted to go out to which you agreed easily. Meanwhile, you maintained a composed sip from your glass of wine. With a playful glint in his eye, Lando added, “Get your dance moves ready muppet.” The prospect of the evening ahead seemed to carry a promise of lively escapades.

Your laughter echoed, creating a buoyant atmosphere as you seamlessly fell into a comfortable conversation with Lando. His easy-going nature and banter helped soothe the lingering nerves from the earlier argument with Charles. In that moment, you felt nothing but gratitude for Lando’s presence.

-

The vibrant lights of the club painted the atmosphere in a kaleidoscope of colors, while the unmistakable scent of alcohol lingered in the air. The club pulsated with energy of the intoxicated crowd, bodies swaying to the vibrations of music surrounding them. It wasn’t until you reached the DJ booth that you felt a wave of reassurance wash over you. 

The night unfolded with a multitude of shots, some in which you had to pretend to take, just to save yourself from vomiting on the floor. The music provided a lively group, thus creating a joyous atmosphere. You surrendered to the rhythm, dancing through the hours, deliberately steering clear of thoughts about the brunette Monegasque who typically occupied your mind.

As you slid out of the booth, making your way to the bathroom, you finally pulled your phone out of your purse. The screen was littered with missed calls and multiple messages, most from nonetheless Charles.

from Charles (dilf)    Where are you?                                              18:45 You’re such a brat.                                          19:19 Really? You’re with Lando?                             22:47 Could your dress be any fucking shorter?    22:51 Tu essaies de me tuer                                  01:27 You’re really testing my patience                01:46

You didn’t answer. Feeling triumphant as you snickered to yourself at his messages, him clearly struggling with the concept of you being out with Lando. Slipping the phone back into your purse, you continued your night, leaving all worries behind. Because if you didn’t, the mere reality of the argument with Charles would have you vomiting on the floor.

-

It was honestly insane how the sun was just beginning to rise. Yet, you and Lando were just stepping foot into the hotel not even a few minutes ago, drunken laughter between you both as you exited the elevator to Lando's floor. No doubt, pictures of you and Lando surfacing all over the internet tonight. But you weren’t worried about that. What you were worried about was the angry brunette standing outside of Lando’s hotel room door, his arms crossed, and eyes tired as if he didn’t sleep the entire night.

You and Lando both sobered up quickly from the sight of him, brooding in front of the hotel door. Charles opened his mouth, utilizing both of your native tongue to exclude Lando from the conversation.

“Tu es putain de sérieuse?” Are you fucking serious? The harsh tone he used drew you back to the argument that had occurred earlier in the day. Or should you say yesterday?

“Que fais-tu ici?” What are you doing here?

He rolled his eyes, teeth gritting as he looked over to Lando smiling beside you with his hotel room key in hand. “Muppet, are you sleeping over, or no? I’m tired.”

Charles didn’t afford you a moment to respond before swiftly shutting him down. The gaze he directed at Lando carried a lethal intensity, a silent warning that spoke volumes. “Absolutely fucking not.” Charles’s grip tightened on your arm, an assertive pull guiding you down the hallway toward the elevator. Surprisingly, you didn’t resist, allowing the momentum to carry you forward. You looked back at Lando who had a smirk on his face and winked at you. What a fucker.

The elevator enveloped you both in an oppressive silence, interrupted only by rhythmic beeping accompanying each floor you ascended. Charles maintained a deliberate gap between you, yet his hand remained firmly clasped around your wrist. In the mirrored surface of the doors, your eyes locked onto each other, breaths syncing. As the doors finally opened, Charles propelled you out with a gentle push, his body behind yours. 

It wasn’t until you both stepped into the hotel room that Charles unleashed a torrent of emotions upon you. His voice, thick with a mixture of anger, jealousy, hurt, and worry, carried the weight of the pent-up emotions he had been harboring. He had seen the stories, the posts, and even the photos of you at dinner, images captured by fans.

The way you smiled at Lando in the pictures had him throwing his phone. And don’t even get him started on the dress. The fucking dress.

“Do you like Lando?” He sneered, jealousy bubbling inside of his chest.

And because you felt like stirring the pot even more, you smirked. “Yes.” And although it was the truth, it wasn’t what Charles thought. You felt bad as you saw his face fall, but he deserved it just for a little bit at the very least.

You could feel all the thoughts racing through Charles head before he pulled you both towards the balcony, staring at the city skyline instead of at you. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice thickening with emotion, “What about me? What about us?”

“As a friend.” You finally announced, turning your body to fully face Charles. “I like Lando as a friend, Cha.” You confirmed, a groan leaving your lips. “Do we have to do this right now? I’m so tired and my feet hurt.”

“Oui.” Allowing no room for further complaints, Charles pulled you into an embrace, his arms enveloping you and effectively trapping you between the warmth of his body and the balcony railing. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck, finding a moment of relief in the reassurance that you were back, and in his arms. The tight hold on you spoke of relief.

“You’re mine,” He states. “Label or no label.” He's possessive in the way he speaks and touches you. Like he needs to get his point across. You feel him laugh as his fingers trail around your front side, trailing down until he can slip them up the front of your dress, pressing his fingers to your lace covered core. It was almost too easy. The dress was so short.

The desperate ache in the pit of your tummy grows with each swipe of his thumb along your covered clit. You began to forget why you were even fighting in the first place, his hands on you felt too good. You lulled your head back against him, making more room for his lips to attack on your neck.

Your ability to articulate words faltered, your legs turning to jell-o under his embrace. With one arm securely wrapped around your waist, he became your anchor, ensuring that you remained standing. 

“You want my fingers?” His lips are hot on your ear. He slips his fingers beneath your underwear, feeling just how wet you really are. It was almost too easy. “So fucking wet and warm, mmm.” He groans as he slips one finger inside of you, moving it so slowly that you began to get frustrated with the pace. Your hips rut, trying to speed up his fingers, but he holds you in place removing your ability to move.

Your body begins to tremble as he increases the pace of his finger, inserting another one and curling it, hitting the spot you ached most. You want to cum so badly; you want to soak his fingers and tremble around them. “So greedy.” He takes your ear lobe in between his teeth, nibbling gently on it before trailing his tongue down the rest of your neck. “Taking my fingers so well.”

You groaned, his words pushing you towards your climax quicker than anticipated. He could tell you close with the way you were squeezing his fingers so tightly, and the way your words were almost incoherent. As soon as your arm reached back, your fingers brushing through his hair, he pulled his fingers out of you.

“No!” You half-shrieked at the loss of contact, pulling his hair in the process. Your face blushed and eyebrows furrowed from the loss of his fingers.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He flips your body around, your back flush against the balcony railing now. The breeze continues to blow your hair around, no doubt making a mess of it.

“You tell me you’re mine.” You bite back, refusing to say it first. Charles began laughing, it reverberated in his chest. 

“Oh, mon ange.” He ignores what you say, trailing his eyes down your body. “This fucking dress.” His words are sharp as he begins gripping the ends of your dress and shoving it upwards, exposing you completely to him now. He placed a quick slap of his finger tips to your clit, the shock and sting of the slap turning you on more than you could imagine.

He pulls you forward, hands squeezing your neck, the area right under your jaw line to be more specific, lips immediately pressing against yours. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was hot, messy, and wet. A clashing of teeth and tongue as he sucked on your tongue. Leaving you almost no room to breathe in the process. But you didn’t mind, his kisses were intoxicating.

The firm presence of Charles’s hand on your neck persisted, the subtle pressure from the pads of his fingers inducing a dizzying effect. It was a tactile reminder of his control, a touch that left your head spinning, and wanting more. “I’ve always been yours.” He doesn’t let you respond before he’s pulling your lips back to his. This time, his fingers slip back into your heated core, assaulting and curling them just how you needed them. You breathed hotly into his mouth as your orgasm crashed over you. It was quick and hot. Charles could’ve sworn he was going to cum right in his pants at the feeling of you squeezing his fingers, coating them in you. He’s never been more jealous of his fingers in his life.

He flips you around again, fumbling with the button of his pants as he shoves them down, them falling to a pile around his ankles. He wasn’t slow, rubbing the tip of his cock through your slick folds, he teased you both for a little bit.

When he finally slipped into you, you swore you were going to cum again. You had to squeeze the railing harder to prevent yourself from doing so. You wanted to cum with him. 

“Squeezing me so well.” He moaned, the wind picking up and the only glimmer of light was from the sun barely peeping over the horizon. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, out in the open of a hotel balcony, but the thrill of it made it that much more exciting.

“Tu aimes ça, hm?” You like that? He pushes you forward so that your chest was pressed to the railing, your head dangling over the edge as you looked down from the height of the building. Everything looked so small from this height. “Want the whole world to know you’re mine.” He continues.

“Want to fill you up.” You clench hard around him, soft moans escaping your lips into the air in response. Charles couldn’t help but feel his heart pound as he muttered the next words. “Want to fill you up with my cum, want to fuck a baby into you.” 

At first, he was nervous muttering the words aloud. But the clench of your pussy around his cock only eased his nerves. Your moans increasing in volume told him just how much you liked that too.

“Merde,” Shit. You were mewling into the open air, the increase in pace of his hips had you seeing stars. 

“Are you gonna let me?”

“Yes!” You were yelling it repeatedly. His fingers crawled their way around your body, slipping into the dip in the front of your dress and pinching your nipples. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“C’mon donne-le moi.” Give it to me. And boy did you. You both came with a loud cry, the sound of his hips slapping into your backside a faint noise compared to the moans. The warmth of his cum seeping into you for the second time in less than 24 hours. Although, you were on the pill, you still liked to play along with the idea of being pregnant. The idea of Charles filling you up turned you on like no other.

You both took a few seconds to recoup, trying to catch your breath. He pulled out slowly, but brought his fingers down, pushing the mixture of both of your cum back inside you. He didn’t want a single drop of it to go to waste. 

He turned you around, bringing your lips to a sweet kiss.

“Je suis désolée.” I’m sorry.  His eyes hold your own. “I should’ve said it sooner. I didn’t mean any of it, I swear. The idea of you leaving had me freaked out, you didn’t deserve any of it. You..”

A small smile graces your lips as you see how genuine he is and you lean up on your tippy toes, bringing your lips back to his. Essentially shutting him up, his hands wrap back around you, lifting you off the ground as he carries you back into the hotel room, both of you collapsing into the bed.

“Even if I got a new job, I’m still yours.” You started. “But actually, there’s this great nanny job I heard about.” Charles feels panic forming in his chest again. But you continue on, “It involves the cutest little girl ever. I also heard that the dad is so hot and cool. Did I mention he’s single?” You joke, laughter erupting between the both of you as he cradles you into his body.

“I don’t think he’s single.”

“Yeah. He definitely isn’t.”

And that was all he needed to hear.


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10 months ago

Jealous sex with Charles 🤩

Jealous Sex With Charles 🤩

smut under the cut! xoxo

YOUR FRIEND’S APARTMENT buzzed with a lively energy as guests mingled under a soft, warm glow of string lights draped across the ceiling. The space, modest but cozy, was transformed into a hub of festivity. The mix of eclectic décor added character: vintage posters hung askew on the walls, and potted plants created pockets of greenery that contrasted the otherwise urban feel.

You were a few drinks in—the buzz of the alcohol you consumed staining your cheeks with a slight reddish hue. Your earlier fight with Charles’ still sat in the forefront of your mind, leading you to keep drinking. 

It was a rather toxic relationship. A game of cat and mouse. Both of you never wanting to confess your true feelings for one another. It was childish honestly, the way neither of you refused to just be together.

“Why does it even matter if he texted me?”

His eyes were cold as he looked at you, his biceps flexed as his arms cross over his chest. “It’s whatever. Go try and fuck the entire town for all I care!” 

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

-

Charles stood across the room, the throb of the bass vibrating through his chest, but it was not the music that had him fixated. His gaze was locked onto you, and the intensity of his stare betrayed a growing, seething fury. The makeshift dancefloor seemed to blur as his attention narrowed solely on the scene unfolding before him.

An ex-fling of yours—one who had always carried an air of easy charm—had just sidled up to you. His presence was impossible to ignore, a magnetic pull that drew your attention away from the crowd. With a casual confidence, he leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. The proximity was intimate, almost invasive, and Charles could see the way his breath seemed to linger a moment too long, his intent as clear as day even from a distance.

Charles’s jaw clenched as he watched, his hands tightening on the neck of the glass beer bottle in his hand. Though the words spoken were lost to the pounding music, the effect was immediate. You laughed—a spontaneous, genuine burst of amusement that seemed to resonate across the room. The sound of your laughter, bright and carefree, was like a dagger to Charles.

 It wasn’t until Charles saw you slip out of the room that he found his feet moving almost immediately, following you.

“Having fun?”

You lazily turned to the sound of his voice, your hair in complete disarray from all the dancing you’ve done tonight. It wasn’t until now that you let yourself really look at him.

He looked fucking hot. But so did you.

Your lips curled into a small smirk. “Yeah, think I’m going to head out soon. Got a big list of people to go and fuck. Tight schedule and all that.”

Charles felt his cock thicken against the thick material of his jeans. You always had a dirty mouth. Always so vulgar. It was one of the many things Charles loved about you.

You watched as Charles’ right eye slightly twitched at the mere mention of you going and fucking other people. The normal green of his eyes was no longer there, an almost black color there instead.

“Let me be clear, cherie.” He takes a step towards you, your eyes dropping down to his glistening chest that pokes through the many undone buttons of his linen shirt. “You’re only fucking me.”

-

“You’re so funny.” Charles mutters as he shoves your face into the plush mattress of his bed, your dress and underwear thrown somewhere along the confines of his room. “Thinking anybody else could take care of this needy pussy, hm?”

His cock slipped into you with ease, the stretching burn eliciting loud moans to escape your lips. 

“That’s it…” He let out a guttural moan, pushing his hips as far into you as he could. In dire need of closeness. “Let me hear how I make you feel.”

You gasped, if your cheeks were slightly red before they were burning red now. 

He gives you no warning before he’s scooping his arm under your stomach, lifting you from the mattress and flipping you onto your back. You fall to the mattress with a slight bounce and a small shriek. He wastes no time slipping his cock back into you, his thrusts harsh and calculated.

“I hate you.” You say in between harsh breaths as Charles leans over you, his weight all being held by his arms at the sides of your head.

“Yeah?” He laughs. “What else, hm?”

He can’t help but feel his cock grow harder inside of you at the bite of your tone.

“You’re insufferable…” You begin, moans escaping in between each word. “So mean to me…”

“And you never apologize.”

Small tears stream down the sides of your face as his hips pick up the pace in between each angry statement of yours. As if it was egging him on. 

“Yeah, well you’re mine.”

Your pussy clenches tightly around his cock at the phrase. “I’m so mad at you.”

“Yeah? Tell me how mad you are baby.” 

He’s practically panting in your ear as your nails scrape along the thick muscles of his back, the pleasure building in your stomach, almost ready to spill.

You latch your legs behind his back, pressing the heels of your feet into him, shoving him deeper into you. 

“Fuck you.”

And that’s all the encouragement he needs before he’s shoving his entire cock inside of you, completely bottoming out with each harsh stroke. You were completely dazed as he lets out an occasional laugh. Almost mocking you.

“Faster—ah shit…” You plead, your hands trailing any inch of his skin you can touch. 

His lips meet yours hotly. It’s a clash of tongue and teeth, and nowhere near perfect. Both of you are groaning into each other’s mouths hotly, tongues meeting tongues.

“M’ gonna come,” You moan into his mouth, his hips not slowing down. He pulls his lips off of yours for a few seconds, soft grunts echoing throughout the room.

“Such a good girl, hm?” He smirks. “C’mon give it to me.”

The tight squeeze of your cunt on his cock was almost mind numbing to Charles. You let out soft mewls as you reached your orgasm. Your walls fluttering around him repeatedly.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Are the last words you hear before he pulls out of you, spilling his hot cum all over your stomach in white stringy spurts.


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10 months ago

home race

Home Race
Home Race
Home Race
Home Race

summary: it was the dutch gp that your boyfriend max verstappen won. After he saw you in his driver's room he couldn't resist you

pairing: max verstappen x gf!reader

content: fluff, smut!

warning: penetrative sex, riding, blowjob, finger sucking, no protection

word count: idk sorryyy

Home Race

It was the Dutch GP, and you watched your boyfriend Max cross the checkered flag first. You knew he would win this. He's dominating the whole sport right now. He's also dominating you almost every minute in your life, but that's just him.

After he jumped out of the car, he ran to his team. They patted his back, and he looked so happy. But something was missing; he was searching for you. He quickly made his way to you and kissed you in front of the camera.

"Wait for me in the driver's room," he whispered into my ear with a smirk on his face.

I didn't even wait for the podium celebrations. I quickly walked to his driver's room and closed the door with a loud bang behind me. I was nervous and also so excited because every time he won his home grand prix, he made love to me so passionately. So it was a win for both of us. I waited for him for a long time. I forgot that he needed to do the press before he was free from all the media and work stuff. But the time finally came when the door opened and closed immediately. He locked it quickly and threw me a disappointed look.

"I thought it was clear that I wanted you naked and on your knees as soon as I arrived," he shook his head, clearly getting impatient.

"Are you deaf? Get to work," I started to undress. I didn't want him to be mad because then he would not let me climax.

After I was completely naked, he gestured for me to crawl to the couch. Max was already naked, and he looked so attractive. "Come on, baby. You're going to use that tongue of yours for something more useful," I nodded and sat between his legs. His erection was already hard and leaking.

Firstly, I teased him with gentle licks, but then I took him fully into my mouth. He started thrusting his hips into my mouth. Tears appeared in my eyes, and he seemed to enjoy it. After some time, he gripped my hair and pushed me onto his dick. My throat had never felt worse.

"Ugh, schatje, you're going to make me cum," he moaned and then pulled me off. "Open up," he said, and I opened my mouth for him to cum straight into it.

I needed release too, so I started touching myself and grinding onto the ground. Max immediately noticed. Of course, he did.

"Is my poor little baby getting all worked up?" He pulled me into his lap and thrust his fingers into me. I cried out from the unexpected stimulation on my clit. "You're going to cum on my fingers, and then I'm going to give you my cock, okay?" He asked, even though it wasn't even a question. I was his to do whatever he wanted with me.

I came pretty quickly when he even started sucking hickeys into my chest and pinching my nipples until they were all red and sensitive.

"I want your dick," I whined.

"What do we say when we want something? Where are your manners, liefje?" He stroked his dick and teased my entrance with his tip.

"Please, Maxie, I need it so badly," I cried out. My thighs were still trembling from the previous orgasm.

"There's my good girl again," he slammed me down onto his cock, holding me down. The burning sensation was so pleasurable.

"Come on, make yourself feel good on my cock and make yourself cum," he drew circles into my thighs as I started riding him.

Max whispered all sorts of dirty things into my ear. After I slowed down, he flipped me onto my stomach and started thrusting into me while stimulating my clit. I came with a shout of his name.

"That's it, y/n. You're literally milking me, baby. Look at that hole of yours taking me like a champ. I'm going to cum inside you," he mumbled, and then he came inside me with a loud groan.

"I'm pulling out, baby," he kissed my shoulder blade and pulled out. I felt his and my cum leaking out of me. He pushed one finger into my entrance and then sucked it clean.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" He did the same but put the finger into my mouth. I sucked his finger clean. Then I let myself collapse on the couch.

I heard some rustling behind me, so I turned onto my back and saw Max walking with a wet towel.

"I'm going to clean you," he kissed me and then cleaned me. "You need to go pee, baby." I stood up and walked into the small bathroom in his driver's room. I peed, washed my hands, and returned.

Max has already made the couch more comfortable. He walked towards me and picked me up. Then he laid me down and lay next to me. He put a cover on us.

"What about post-sex cuddles?" He asked with a smirk.

"Mhm, that sounds amazing," I giggled and snuggled into his warm skin.

"By the way, you did so well, Maxie. I didn't have time to tell you that," he laughs and kisses me on the head. "Thank you, schatje. I did it for you. And for my family. And for the fans." We laugh together, and then the room falls into peaceful quiet.


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10 months ago

Practice

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader x Paul Aron

A/N: I really wasn't going to post anything on Tumblr for a while and to just use the anger and betrayal I feel inside of me to write as a form of an outlet. I've had this request done for a while but with everything going on I didn't want to post it but I already feel bad to the person that requested it for keeping them waiting for so long and since Oscar won today, I feel like this is an appropriate time.

After posting this, I do not know how long until I post again but know whenever I do decide it is the right time for me (mentally) to come back, I will have lots of stories to post along with writing more.

Again, thank you to everyone who has reached out to me and wishing me well and reblogging that post along with sending requests to other writers asking them to spread the word and to block and report that person, I do see them and I do really appreciate all the support.

Farewell, for now. I will see you all again soon.

Requested (idk where the actual ask went but I did write it in my notes app where I do rough drafts): Please could you do a story Oscar piastri x y/n x paul aron smut I'm dying for the two of them 🔥 @deepestrunawaykitty

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It was a hot July Saturday night, and I felt my heart race as I entered the club with my boyfriend, Oscar. The bass pumped through my body, setting the tone for a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I wore a tight, black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. my long hair fell loosely and my eyes sparkled with anticipation. Oscar looked dashing as always, his brown hair tussled, and that seductive smirk playing on his lips. He was a Formula 1 driver, and his bad-boy charm had me hooked from the start.

As we made our way through the crowd, hands brushing against each other, the familiar lyrics of Drake's "Practice" filled the room. This was our song, the one that played on repeat during our steamy make-out sessions. Oscar leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You know what this song does to me, babe. It makes me want to take you right here on the dance floor and show everyone what you're mine."

I felt my core clench at his words, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my dress. I loved it when Oscar talked dirty, and tonight, I wanted to give myself completely to him. "Then take me," I purred, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Oscar's hand slid down my back, pulling my body tight against his. With his other hand, he reached under my dress, his fingers teasing the soaked fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already, baby. Who knows, maybe I'll let one of my friends have a taste of this tight pussy tonight." I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Oh, yes, Oscar," I gasped. "I'm yours to share. Do whatever you want with me."

As if on cue, Oscar's friend, Formula 2 driver Paul Aron, joined us on the dance floor. He was tall and muscular, with a mischievous smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, well, well," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "Looks like someone's ready to play."

"She certainly is," Oscar replied, his hand still working its magic between my thighs. "Why don't you say hello, Paul?"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled me against him, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into the kiss, my hands exploring Paul's body as his tongue dueled with mine. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me, and it drove me wild.

Breaking the kiss, Oscar guided me to turn around, pressing my body against the hard planes of Paul's chest. "Such a beautiful view," Oscar murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock while Paul fucks that tight pussy from behind." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Paul's hands slid up my thighs, lifting my dress. "Mmm, yes, Oscar," I breathed. "I want you both. Please, fuck me. Make me yours."

Without warning, Oscar spun me around and pressed my against the nearby wall, his mouth claiming mine in a voracious kiss. my senses spun out of control as I felt Paul's hands on my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed the length of his hard cock against my aching pussy. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, grinding his hips against her.

"Please," I begged, my head falling back as Oscar kissed and nibbled on my neck. "Fuck me, Paul. Give it to me hard."

With one swift thrust, Paul impaled me on his thick shaft, burying himself balls-deep inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into Oscar's shoulders as I felt myself stretched around his cock. Paul began to move, his hips snapping as he pounded into me, each thrust hitting me deep and hard.

Oscar's hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. He kissed and sucked on my neck, marking me as his. "You like that, baby? You like being fucked by my friend while I watch?"

"Yes," I moaned, my head tossing back and forth as pleasure washed over me. "Oh, God, yes. It feels so good, Oscar. Don't stop."

Paul's hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he thrust faster and harder, his grunts filling the air. I felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. "I'm gonna cum," I panted, my fingers tangling in Oscar's hair. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

As if sensing my impending release, Oscar reached between our bodies, his fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubbed me in slow, firm circles, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. "That's it, baby, cum for us. Let me taste that sweet pussy."

And cum I did. With a strangled cry, my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My juices flowed around Paul's cock, making his thrusts even more delicious. "That's it, take it," Paul grunted, his hips slapping against my ass. "Cum all over my cock, you dirty girl."

As my orgasm began to subside, Paul quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I felt his cock twitch inside her, and with a final, powerful thrust, he filled me with his hot cum. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside me.

But the night was far from over.

After a brief respite, Oscar led us to a more secluded area of the club. His eyes were dark with desire as he pushed me against a nearby couch, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. Paul stood beside us, his eyes burning with lust as he watched his friend take what he wanted from my willing body.

Oscar broke the kiss, his breath hot on my face as he said, "Get on your knees, baby. I want your mouth."

I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew Oscar loved deepthroating, and the thought of taking him all the way down my throat made my pussy drip. I looked up at him with hooded eyes, my lips parted, as I reached for the belt of his pants.

Oscar undid his belt, freeing his hard length. my eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, leaning forward to flick my tongue over the sensitive tip. "Mmm," I moaned, tasting the salty sweetness of him. "I've been waiting all night for this."

I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly, bobbing my head up and down as my hands stroked his length. Oscar's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my pace as he moaned above me. "That's it, baby, just like that. Take it all."

my lips slid down his shaft, my tongue swirling as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed, allowing him to slide down my throat. Oscar groaned, his hips bucking as he held me still, his cock buried deep. "Fuck, yes, that's it, take it all," he panted.

Pulling back, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I swirled my tongue. Oscar's hands tightened in my hair, guiding me in a fast, hard rhythm as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "You love that cock, don't you, baby?" he growled. "You're such a dirty little cock slut."

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed around his shaft, my eyes flashing with desire. "I love it, Oscar. I love sucking your big cock."

Paul stood beside them, stroking his hardening cock as he watched the erotic display. "Damn, that's fucking hot," he muttered. "Seeing her mouth wrapped around your cock is making me hard again, Oscar."

A wicked smile curved Oscar's lips as he pulled me off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths. "I think it's time for that double penetration I've been craving, don't you?"

my pussy clenched at his words, the thought of being filled by both men at once sending a thrill through my body. I nodded eagerly, my eyes shining with anticipation. "Please, yes. Fuck me, both of you. I want it so bad."

Oscar positioned me on my hands and knees on the couch, my ass raised in the air, my pussy exposed and glistening with my juices. "Ride that cock, Paul," he instructed, his eyes sparkling with lust. "I'm gonna stretch her throat while you pound that tight pussy."

Paul lined himself up, sliding into my wet heat with ease. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt myself stretched around his thickness once again. Oscar guided my head down onto his cock, holding me still as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth hard and fast.

The sensation of being filled at both ends pushed me closer to the edge. I felt Paul's hands grip my hips, setting a brutal pace as he slammed into me. Oscar's cock pumped in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. "That's it," Oscar grunted. "Take it, you dirty slut. Take both our cocks."

The sounds of their grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “So dirty for us, such a slut” Oscar grunted. His words sent me over the edge. I cried out around Oscar's cock as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking with the force of it. Paul roared his release, his cum shooting deep inside me as he rode out his orgasm.

With a final, hard thrust, Oscar held my head down on his shaft, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his hot load. I swallowed, milking him with my mouth as he groaned my name.

Collapsing onto the couch, all three of us panted, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies. I smiled, my body buzzing with satisfaction. This was definitely a night I would never forget.

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10 months ago

Burning Desire

pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

summary: Oscar was supposed to have dinner with you to celebrate his first win, but what he was really obsessed with was getting inside you.

warning: 18+ only, smut, nsfw, semi-public sex, oral sex(m receiving), P in V sex, dirty talk, light BDSM

note: quickie one for Oscar’s first race win :) As always, feedbacks and advices are welcome!

Burning Desire

Oscar watched you sitting across from him. Your smile was beautiful in the dim light. Your fingers lightly brushed your hair as you leaned forward slightly, revealing the lovely curves of your chest. At times like this, he always wanted to do so many things: the brief kiss just now wasn’t enough; he wanted to keep kissing you until your lips were swollen, and your lipstick left suggestive marks on his lips.

It wasn’t enough to hold your shoulder and your hand when you first entered the restaurant; he wanted his hands to knead your breasts, on your butt, to explore between your thighs. He wanted to undress you, take off his shirt and feel your naked, silkier-than-silk, softer-than-cotton skin against his.

Oscar’s fingers inadvertently brushed the back of your hand and wrist. Your hands were warm, feeling so good that it was hard to let go. His leg was pressed against your knee, lightly rubbing with every movement. You blinked and smiled as if completely unaware of his actions. Oscar’s throat began to dry, and a strange heat spread through his body.

You reached for the sparkling water, but your hand “accidentally” slipped when you touched the glass, causing it to tip over.

“Sorry, Oscar,” you apologized quickly, holding the glass. His thin shirt became semi-transparent in the wet, clinging to his skin and vaguely revealing his body underneath. The water ran down, gliding over his chest and abdomen, leaving suggestive wet marks.

Oscar stood up, grabbing your sleeve, “Come help me.”

Almost anxiously, you both squeezed into the bathroom, where the surrounding air heated rapidly, making you dizzy and hot. As you closed the door, you exchanged a desperate kiss, the confined space pressing you close together. Oscar sat on the toilet lid and pulled you onto his lap, kissing your neck and moving eagerly downward. Unable to wait to undo each button, he tore the fabric apart with force.

Your chest was exposed. He left shallow kiss marks on your neck, then bit your collarbone. His hand moved to your chest, teasing your cool nipple with his fingers, circling your areola. The stimulated flesh stood erect in the air and the only sound was your slightly rapid breathing.

Oscar sucked on one of your nipples, his tongue playing with the erect nub, while his other hand pinched the other, kneading and rubbing it indiscriminately. Occasionally he glanced at your face — a face of endurance, blushing with a red tinge.

So beautiful.

Oscar thought, not stopping his mouth, from occasionally grinding the nipple with his teeth. When he let go, the small nub glistened with a lascivious wet sheen, slightly swollen.

You complained, “You ruined my clothes.”

Oscar held your neck and kissed you again. “Sorry. I’ll buy you a hundred new ones.”

He looked down at you because you had instinctively knelt down and reached for his pants. Without speaking, you skillfully freed the long confined member. It had been hard for a long time, with bulging veins, hot to the touch. The size was quite impressive. “An adrenaline-pumping race, huh?”you chuckled softly, squinting your eyes filled with seduction and teasing.

You licked your lips, first kissing the head of his cock, then sticking out your tongue to symbolically lick the glans, tracing the veins along the shaft with your tongue. You held the base of the shaft with your hand, hiding your teeth, and tried to swallow the head.

The wet, soft mouth enveloped the head and you sucked a few times, sending strong sensations through Oscar that made him gasp. You continued to swallow, taking it deeper each time, making Oscar let out a deep moan. Watching your head bob up and down between his legs, he ran his fingers through your hair, enjoying the pleasure. Then pressed down on your head, completing a relatively smooth deep throat.

Oscar watched as you spit out the cock, your tongue rubbing against his shaft as your eyes stared at him innocently, ignoring the fact that you were sucking his cock. Staring helplessly at the ceiling, he held his breath.

Don’t come yet, he thought, over and over. Don’t come yet.

He suddenly pulled you up, grabbing your butt, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance, making you moan in frustration. The sound of wetness quickly filled the air as you tried to sit down, but your hips were lifted again. Unable to stand it, you moved closer to kiss Oscar, actively pleasing today’s champion.

He relaxed his grip, allowing the wet, soft entrance to slowly swallow his cock, entering the warm, moist tunnel, watching the point of union draw closer until it was completely engulfed.

Both sighed with pleasure. The fullness brought brief pleasure, but it wasn't enough; they wanted more. But Oscar remained still for some reason, so you moved on your own, lifting your hips to withdraw a bit before sitting back down. Oscar squeezed your buttocks, urging you to continue, so you held that position, shaking your hips, controlling the repeated entry and exit of the cock inside you, producing shameful moans. Oscar felt his cock being wrapped and unwrapped again and again, hitting the wet, warm folds. The bulging veins stretched you wide, rubbing against you, while your juices uncontrollably gushed from deep within, only to be blocked entirely by that big meat.

He grabbed your waist, starting to thrust upward. Each time, the cock accurately struck your sensitive spot, washing over your nerves with intense pleasure, making you emit sweet, sticky moans.

The narrow bathroom was filled with lewd sounds of impact and erotic water sounds. Oscar fondled your waist, kissing your ear and sucking your earlobe.

“Race winner, what are you doing now?”

“Uh... I’m fucking you...”

Oscar stood up, the bathroom providing little room to move. Keeping the connection, he lifted your leg with one hand, held your waist with the other, and began a new round of thrusting against the wall. The hot skin against the cold wall provided a significant stimulation, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, accepting his thrusts.

He loved your moans; the more you cried out, the more excited he became, and the more vigorous his thrusts became. Gradually, he no longer paid attention to his strength, relying solely on instinct to penetrate deeply, each thrust pushing into the deepest part of your core.

Supported only by Oscar’s hands, your back pressed against the wall, making you feel as if you were fixed in place, unable to resist. The intense shame and stimulation overwhelmed you, and the continuous thrusting brought you to your first orgasm, your thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“i’m not done yet,” Oscar said in a low voice. He carried you to the low sink in the bathroom, turning you around while still connected. The movement stimulated you to the point of almost screaming. Oscar propped himself on the sink, and the Australian resumed thrusting from behind.

The position allowed for deeper penetration, the head of his cock repeatedly rubbing against your sensitive spot post-orgasm. Your pussy produced more fluids, making squelching sounds with each thrust.

Oscar pinched your waist, watching your overflowing entrance repeatedly engulf his cock. You were being fucked senseless, your body flooded with pleasure from all directions, making you feel like crying. It was physiological tears, but soon even your breathing was interrupted, and all that came out were muffled sobs.

“Careful, someone might hear you.”

You bit your lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds, but the second orgasm quickly approached, causing you to squirt with tears streaming down your face. This fucked-into-crying state was quite ungraceful, with your legs trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to stand.

The little mouth below was stretched to its limit, its edges becoming translucent, while the delicate flesh inside was drawn out by the head of his cock before being thrust back in, trembling. He roughly pressed down on your abdomen, shaped by the thrusts, making you scream as warm fluid shot out.

Fortunately, Oscar finally reached his limit, coming inside you. Instinctively pressing you against him and trying to go deeper. His eyes squeezed shut and he could hear himself whimpering into your hair. You lay on the counter, processing the aftermath of the climax.

“Sorry, babe, I’m not—” Oscar gasped out, finally dislodging from between your thighs, face was redder than it had been right after the race ended.

“Hey,” you caught his face with your hand. “It’s okay, I like it.”

When you and Oscar left the restaurant, you were wearing his jacket. His hands rested on your waist, occasionally bending down to peck your cheeks and lips. He opened the car door for you, and as the door closed behind you, all he could think about was how eagerly he wanted to be inside you again.


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10 months ago

Practice

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader x Paul Aron

A/N: I really wasn't going to post anything on Tumblr for a while and to just use the anger and betrayal I feel inside of me to write as a form of an outlet. I've had this request done for a while but with everything going on I didn't want to post it but I already feel bad to the person that requested it for keeping them waiting for so long and since Oscar won today, I feel like this is an appropriate time.

After posting this, I do not know how long until I post again but know whenever I do decide it is the right time for me (mentally) to come back, I will have lots of stories to post along with writing more.

Again, thank you to everyone who has reached out to me and wishing me well and reblogging that post along with sending requests to other writers asking them to spread the word and to block and report that person, I do see them and I do really appreciate all the support.

Farewell, for now. I will see you all again soon.

Requested (idk where the actual ask went but I did write it in my notes app where I do rough drafts): Please could you do a story Oscar piastri x y/n x paul aron smut I'm dying for the two of them 🔥 @deepestrunawaykitty

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It was a hot July Saturday night, and I felt my heart race as I entered the club with my boyfriend, Oscar. The bass pumped through my body, setting the tone for a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I wore a tight, black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. my long hair fell loosely and my eyes sparkled with anticipation. Oscar looked dashing as always, his brown hair tussled, and that seductive smirk playing on his lips. He was a Formula 1 driver, and his bad-boy charm had me hooked from the start.

As we made our way through the crowd, hands brushing against each other, the familiar lyrics of Drake's "Practice" filled the room. This was our song, the one that played on repeat during our steamy make-out sessions. Oscar leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You know what this song does to me, babe. It makes me want to take you right here on the dance floor and show everyone what you're mine."

I felt my core clench at his words, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my dress. I loved it when Oscar talked dirty, and tonight, I wanted to give myself completely to him. "Then take me," I purred, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Oscar's hand slid down my back, pulling my body tight against his. With his other hand, he reached under my dress, his fingers teasing the soaked fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already, baby. Who knows, maybe I'll let one of my friends have a taste of this tight pussy tonight." I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Oh, yes, Oscar," I gasped. "I'm yours to share. Do whatever you want with me."

As if on cue, Oscar's friend, Formula 2 driver Paul Aron, joined us on the dance floor. He was tall and muscular, with a mischievous smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, well, well," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "Looks like someone's ready to play."

"She certainly is," Oscar replied, his hand still working its magic between my thighs. "Why don't you say hello, Paul?"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled me against him, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into the kiss, my hands exploring Paul's body as his tongue dueled with mine. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me, and it drove me wild.

Breaking the kiss, Oscar guided me to turn around, pressing my body against the hard planes of Paul's chest. "Such a beautiful view," Oscar murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock while Paul fucks that tight pussy from behind." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Paul's hands slid up my thighs, lifting my dress. "Mmm, yes, Oscar," I breathed. "I want you both. Please, fuck me. Make me yours."

Without warning, Oscar spun me around and pressed my against the nearby wall, his mouth claiming mine in a voracious kiss. my senses spun out of control as I felt Paul's hands on my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed the length of his hard cock against my aching pussy. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, grinding his hips against her.

"Please," I begged, my head falling back as Oscar kissed and nibbled on my neck. "Fuck me, Paul. Give it to me hard."

With one swift thrust, Paul impaled me on his thick shaft, burying himself balls-deep inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into Oscar's shoulders as I felt myself stretched around his cock. Paul began to move, his hips snapping as he pounded into me, each thrust hitting me deep and hard.

Oscar's hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. He kissed and sucked on my neck, marking me as his. "You like that, baby? You like being fucked by my friend while I watch?"

"Yes," I moaned, my head tossing back and forth as pleasure washed over me. "Oh, God, yes. It feels so good, Oscar. Don't stop."

Paul's hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he thrust faster and harder, his grunts filling the air. I felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. "I'm gonna cum," I panted, my fingers tangling in Oscar's hair. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

As if sensing my impending release, Oscar reached between our bodies, his fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubbed me in slow, firm circles, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. "That's it, baby, cum for us. Let me taste that sweet pussy."

And cum I did. With a strangled cry, my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My juices flowed around Paul's cock, making his thrusts even more delicious. "That's it, take it," Paul grunted, his hips slapping against my ass. "Cum all over my cock, you dirty girl."

As my orgasm began to subside, Paul quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I felt his cock twitch inside her, and with a final, powerful thrust, he filled me with his hot cum. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside me.

But the night was far from over.

After a brief respite, Oscar led us to a more secluded area of the club. His eyes were dark with desire as he pushed me against a nearby couch, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. Paul stood beside us, his eyes burning with lust as he watched his friend take what he wanted from my willing body.

Oscar broke the kiss, his breath hot on my face as he said, "Get on your knees, baby. I want your mouth."

I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew Oscar loved deepthroating, and the thought of taking him all the way down my throat made my pussy drip. I looked up at him with hooded eyes, my lips parted, as I reached for the belt of his pants.

Oscar undid his belt, freeing his hard length. my eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, leaning forward to flick my tongue over the sensitive tip. "Mmm," I moaned, tasting the salty sweetness of him. "I've been waiting all night for this."

I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly, bobbing my head up and down as my hands stroked his length. Oscar's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my pace as he moaned above me. "That's it, baby, just like that. Take it all."

my lips slid down his shaft, my tongue swirling as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed, allowing him to slide down my throat. Oscar groaned, his hips bucking as he held me still, his cock buried deep. "Fuck, yes, that's it, take it all," he panted.

Pulling back, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I swirled my tongue. Oscar's hands tightened in my hair, guiding me in a fast, hard rhythm as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "You love that cock, don't you, baby?" he growled. "You're such a dirty little cock slut."

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed around his shaft, my eyes flashing with desire. "I love it, Oscar. I love sucking your big cock."

Paul stood beside them, stroking his hardening cock as he watched the erotic display. "Damn, that's fucking hot," he muttered. "Seeing her mouth wrapped around your cock is making me hard again, Oscar."

A wicked smile curved Oscar's lips as he pulled me off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths. "I think it's time for that double penetration I've been craving, don't you?"

my pussy clenched at his words, the thought of being filled by both men at once sending a thrill through my body. I nodded eagerly, my eyes shining with anticipation. "Please, yes. Fuck me, both of you. I want it so bad."

Oscar positioned me on my hands and knees on the couch, my ass raised in the air, my pussy exposed and glistening with my juices. "Ride that cock, Paul," he instructed, his eyes sparkling with lust. "I'm gonna stretch her throat while you pound that tight pussy."

Paul lined himself up, sliding into my wet heat with ease. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt myself stretched around his thickness once again. Oscar guided my head down onto his cock, holding me still as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth hard and fast.

The sensation of being filled at both ends pushed me closer to the edge. I felt Paul's hands grip my hips, setting a brutal pace as he slammed into me. Oscar's cock pumped in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. "That's it," Oscar grunted. "Take it, you dirty slut. Take both our cocks."

The sounds of their grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “So dirty for us, such a slut” Oscar grunted. His words sent me over the edge. I cried out around Oscar's cock as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking with the force of it. Paul roared his release, his cum shooting deep inside me as he rode out his orgasm.

With a final, hard thrust, Oscar held my head down on his shaft, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his hot load. I swallowed, milking him with my mouth as he groaned my name.

Collapsing onto the couch, all three of us panted, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies. I smiled, my body buzzing with satisfaction. This was definitely a night I would never forget.

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10 months ago

Lando making you squirt for the first time 👀

he’d be fucking you really hard from behind, his eyes glued to where his dick is repeatedly moving in and out of you. but then as soon as he hits the g-spot and you squeeze around him, he’s just throwing his head back, his mouth parted, as he fucks you over and over again in that particular spot. “oh fuck, that’s the spot right? want me to fuck you right there?” he’d ask, gathering your hair and pulling you flush against him as he thrusts up and makes you roll your eyes. the slight change of positions allows him to hit the spot deeper and it has your legs shaking as you squirt around him. he probably feels it on his thighs which basically makes him cum. as he pulls out, he’s feral “squirting around me like a good girl, fuck I love you” he’d say before he lowers his face to your dripping core and gives you a big massive lick not caring about his own cum 😪😪😪


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10 months ago

🏎️ so in honour of oscar getting bumped down to p7, maybe some angry sex to release pent up frustration???? but it’s not how we expect it at all cause he would be messy asf

I’m so glad he got 2nd today 🥹

The aftermath of the race hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension radiating from Oscar as he stormed into the hotel room. The unexpected demotion to P7 had clearly taken its toll, his normally calm demeanor replaced by a simmering frustration that was evident in every line of his body.

You watched from the bed as he paced the room, his hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to work through his anger. The sight of him so worked up was both concerning and oddly electrifying, a potent mix of emotions that made your heart race.

“Oscar,” you called softly, hoping to break through the storm of emotions swirling around him.

He paused, his gaze snapping to you, eyes dark with a mix of frustration and desire. “I just… I needed that win,” he muttered, his voice tight with suppressed emotion. “I needed it, and it was taken from me.”

You understood his pain, the weight of the expectations and the pressure he put on himself. You wanted to comfort him, to help him release the pent-up frustration in a way that would bring you both closer. Rising from the bed, you crossed the room to stand before him, your hands reaching out to gently touch his chest.

“It’s okay to be angry,” you murmured, your touch soothing as you moved closer. “But let’s channel that anger into something else, something that will make you feel better.”

Oscar’s eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and understanding, his body slowly relaxing under your touch. He nodded, his hands coming up to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. The heat between you was immediate, the air charged with a different kind of tension now.

He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both desperate and hungry. The frustration melted into desire, his hands roaming your body with a need that was almost palpable. You responded eagerly, your own need rising to meet his, the intensity of the moment consuming you both.

Oscar’s touch was messy, his usual careful control slipping away as he let his emotions guide him. His hands were everywhere, sliding under your shirt, pulling you closer, needing to feel every inch of you against him. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a dance of passion and urgency.

He broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “I need you, now.”

The raw need in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, your own desire flaring in response. “Then take me,” you whispered back, your voice breathless with anticipation.

Oscar didn’t need any further encouragement. He moved quickly, his hands deftly removing your clothes, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you. He shed his own clothes just as quickly, his movements a mix of urgency and desperation.

When he finally pushed you down onto the bed, his body covering yours, the heat between you was almost unbearable. He kissed you again, his hands tangling in your hair, his body pressing you into the mattress. The intensity of his need was overwhelming, his movements driven by the frustration and anger that had been building all day.

He entered you with a single thrust, the suddenness of it making you gasp. The sensation was immediate and intense, your body arching up to meet his. Oscar’s hands gripped your hips, his movements rough and uncoordinated as he sought to lose himself in you.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion, the slap of skin against skin, the ragged breaths and soft moans that escaped your lips. Oscar’s control was gone, his usual careful rhythm replaced by a desperate need to find release.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of pleasure and pain. The intensity of it all was almost too much, your body trembling with the force of it. But you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want the connection to break.

Oscar’s hands moved to your thighs, lifting them to wrap around his waist, changing the angle and driving him deeper. The new position sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your breath hitching as you clung to him even tighter.

He was relentless, his thrusts hard and fast, his grip on your hips almost bruising. But it was exactly what you needed, the roughness and intensity matching the chaotic storm of emotions inside you. The pleasure built steadily, a tight coil of desire winding tighter and tighter with each movement.

“Oscar,” you gasped, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. “I can’t… it’s too much…”

“You can take it,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I need you to take it.”

His words sent a thrill through you, his dominance a potent aphrodisiac. You surrendered completely, letting him drive you to the edge and beyond. The pleasure built to a fever pitch, your body trembling with the effort to hold on.

When your orgasm finally hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless and shaking. Oscar didn’t let up, his movements relentless as he chased his own release. The overstimulation was almost too much, your body convulsing with the intensity of it.

With a final, desperate thrust, Oscar found his release, his body shuddering against yours. He collapsed onto you, his breath hot against your neck as you both rode out the aftershocks of pleasure. The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

As the intensity faded, a soft silence settled over you. Oscar lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

You shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “It’s okay,” you whispered, your hand coming up to caress his cheek. “I needed it too.”

He returned your smile, his eyes softening as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. “For understanding, for being here.”


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10 months ago

cat scratch, oscar piastri.

cw: SMUT, scratching, p in v, crying, & more . . .

for someone often described as a 'polite cat,' oscar certainly lives up to the 'cat' part, though 'polite' wouldn't be how you'd describe him when he's pounding into you without an ounce of mercy.

you were in the midst of a silly argument with him when you said something that seemed to push him over the edge.

he suffered a terrible day and a lousy race, and your complaint about him ignoring you on the way back to the hotel was the last straw.

"shut up," you snap, your patience wearing thin. you didn't want to hear any more about his bad day or the race.

oscar's eyes flash with anger. "you shut up," he bites back.

you step closer, challenging him with your gaze. "oh yeah? make me, dickhead."

for a moment, oscar's expression softens into one of mock defeat. "okay," he sighs, a smirk playing on his lips. "but you might moan a little."

before you can process his words, he pounces on you, his hands gripping your hips as he pushes you onto the bed. your breath hitches as he positions himself above you, eyes dark with intent. there's no gentleness in his touch, no hesitation as he drove into you with a force that left you gasping.

"so quiet now," he taunts, his voice a low growl. "what happened to that bratty little mouth of yours, hm?"

you could only moan in response, your body trembling beneath him. he pulls out briefly, just long enough to flip you over so you were on your back, facing him. your cheeks were flushed, your skin slick with sweat as he looks down at you.

"you're such a messy girl," he murmured, his hand tangling in your hair before he thrusts back into you. the sensation was overwhelming, your cries filling the room as he set a relentless pace.

"i'm- fuck, 'm sorry!" you gasped, the words tumbling out as he leaned down to nip at your neck, his teeth grazing the bruises he'd left earlier.

oscar doesn't let up. "aw, poor baby," he mocks, his lips curving into a smirk. "i don't care that you're sorry." his hips continue their brutal rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body.

with a sudden move, oscar lifts you off the bed and positions himself beneath you, keeping himself inside you the entire time. "y'gonna ride me, okay?"

you nod, your mind hazy with desire as you begin to move. your pace was slow at first, just testing the waters, but oscar's encouragement spurred you on.

"there we go, you've got it," he coos.

his hips buck up occasionally, driving deeper into you which results in you almost collapsing on top of him.

your hands clutch onto oscar's shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as you desperately try to steady yourself. your body is quivering, threatening to give out under the relentless assault of his hips driving into you.

"i can't do it- oscar! fuck-" you gasp, your voice breaking as you struggle to maintain your balance. each thrust from him sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making it nearly impossible to stay upright. "osc, i can't keep going!"

he knows you can. deep down, you know you can too.

"you're whining," he says, rolling his eyes. his tone is almost menacing as his nails rake down your thighs, leaving red trails in their wake. "thought we said we weren't gonna do that."

his grip on your ass tightens, his nails digging in even more when you don't immediately comply. the sharp sting only heightens your arousal, and you can feel tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.

"am i makin' you cry, baby?" oscar mocks, his voice dripping with faux sympathy as he reaches up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

you're not in pain; you're in heaven. although, you are a little embarrassed that you're so turned on by oscar being a little shit.

he laughs, a low, rasping sound that sends shivers down your spine. "suck it up," he sneers.

the rest of the night blurs into a haze of exhaustion and pleasure, your body pushed to its limits as he continues to mouth off about what a brat you are.

the next morning, you wake up with a deep, throbbing ache in almost every single muscle. your ass also feeling especially tender for some reason.

you groan, rubbing your eyes groggily as you take in the sight of oscar completely knocked out beside you. his hair is tousled, falling onto his forehead, and a few bite marks cover his shoulders.

those marks, however, are almost nothing in comparison to what you have.

slowly, you remove yourself from oscar's arms, shivering as the cool morning air hits your bare skin. you reach for something warmer to wear, eyeing the clothes that scatter the bedroom floor.

as you pull on a baggy tee and some thin, lace shorts, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. your ass is covered in scratch marks, red and sore. you knew he was gripping you, digging his nails into your skin, but you hadn't realised just how marked up you were.

it looks like a cat had scratched you all over.

"oscar piastri!" you whisper-shout, storming back over to the bed and waking him from his slumber.

he rubs his eyes sleepily, staring up at you with a half-lidded gaze. "yeah?"

"you're a fucking cat," you huff, pointing to your scratched-up backside. "my ass is covered in scratches."

oscar lets out a raspy laugh, propping himself up against the headboard. he just shrugs and smirks at you, clearly unbothered.

he's proud of his work. you, however, are not.

© kissedsuns


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10 months ago

Needy | lando n.

warnings: 18+mdni, smut, spit, dom!lando, dirty talk, degradation, praise.

a/n: I'm going insane with my exams and this is just a filler one because yes. also, do we like this sophisticated style? 🫶

"such a good girl for me" Lando's muffled voice reaching your ears. Opening your eyes to see him latching his mouth on to your right nipple. Staring right back at you, his lips tugged upwards.

His other hand in between your legs, drawing slow circles. "Such a pretty mess" he continues, his tongue now out as he draws similar circles around your chest, matching his pattern.

You tilt your head back. Landos tongue traveling from your chest to your neck as he places an open mouth kiss on the base. His fingers slowly delving deeper into you.

"Already so ready for me, don't even need to stretch my baby out" he chuckled. Taking them out as he places them in front of his mouth. Making you watch as he ravishes on your slickness.

His finger now wrapping around you jaw as his thumb swipes your bottom lip. The previous acts making them look bruised.

"Open up for me" He whispers, holding your jaw firm. You do as he says. Your body in a daze, doing everything he says. He smirks at how quickly you followed his command.

He looks down as he spits in your mouth, closing them. "Swallow" he says again. His eyes traveling to your neck as he sees you swallow. "Such a dirty slut for me, aren't you?"

"Swallowing everything I give you, huh?" He taunts. Your legs rubbing against each other, the emptiness still evident. He looks down as he sees the action.

"Needy, aren't you?" You whine at his word, nodding. "I'm just starting to have fun" he whispers before placing a kiss on your cheek that followed with a bite next.


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10 months ago

your type | lando n.

wc: 5.7k

warnings: 18+!mdni, smut, jealous lando, p in v, nothing major.

a/n: I'm so sorry that I have not been posting as much, the writers block is real guys. I really hope I can provide some good things for you guys from now on 💞

This was a request, omg I forgot to add it 💔

Your Type | Lando N.
Your Type | Lando N.
Your Type | Lando N.

"what do you think you like in a man?" The interviewers voice echo around the room. Your interview playing on the tv as lando sits on the couch.

"Cheeky, aren't you?" You laugh as you push your hair back. Pretending to think as you look at the interviewer again. "I would say tall, black hair, strong features, super built?"

The interview looks at the audience before looking at you again, "We all have a person in mind, I believe?" He teases. You roll your eyes as you laugh it off.

Lando watches intently as he leans back. He isn't someone that gets insecure easily. But seeing you speak about your type and none of them applying to him did stir something inside him.

Later the day, you got ready as you peak your head from the bedroom. "Lando, can you come here for a second?" Seeing lando walk in as you push your hair at the front. "Can you zip me up baby?"

He drags a finger down your bare back, making you chuckle. He meets the end as he zips you up. Looking into the mirror, he notices the height difference. There wasn't much but that never stood out.

Or he never noticed it stand out. "What are you looking at?" You ask out, he smiled as he shook his head. "Nothing" making you chuckle.

As you walk in to the club with lando, you kiss his cheek before departing from him to meet your girlfriends. He sits in the booth as he pulls out his phone to scroll.

He couldn't stop himself from typing the name of the person he really didn't like into the search. Scrolling through his posts, he couldn't ignore how he was actually your type.

Tall, strong features, bulky built and everything else. He locked his phone as he looked up, staring at you laughing and chatting with them.

He couldn't push away the fact that he wasn't the type of guy you wanted. And that you did have what you wanted but now, you didn't.

He didn't wanna disturb you with his sudden mood today, that's why he came out today. But now, he didn't want anything else than just get back.

You spotted his sudden mood change as he shifts in his seat. Stealing glances as you excuse yourself. "You okay?" You ask. Lando looked at you, he nodded with a small smile.

You frowned, "do you wanna leave?" Lando shook his head. "Go enjoy, I'll just be in the car" there was definitely something wrong.

As the night came to an end, you and lando entered the apartment again. You finally decide to break the silence, "okay, spill. What's going on?" You ask with a frown. Throwing your bag and phone on the couch.

Your hands on your hips as you look at him. His hands in his pocket. "What do you mean?" You sighed, "there is definitely something wrong"

Lando sighed, his hand coming to rub his eyes before rubbing his whole face before he looked at you again. "Why did you choose me?"

"What?"

"Like, why me?" The question echoed again. Your eyes widen, what did he mean. "What do you mean?" He sighed again, walking closer to you. "I mean you definitely had a type and I'm not in that"

Your mouth gaped, "what are you on about?" Lando closed his eyes before opening them again. "the interview and your type"

"oh.. OH. That?" The realization slowly crept in. "that was nothing baby. I was just mentioning qualities, nothing else"

Lando shook his head before walking back to the couch. You could feel that he didn't believe it. You sat besides him, calling out his name.

He looked at you, "am I enough for you?" The question heavy in the air. You could see him swallow, his brows furrowed. You didn't say anything, just leaned forward till you connected lips with him.

His lips instantly responding, moving against yours. One of your hands come to cup his cheek while his hand holds the back of your neck. The other wraps around your waist as he shifts you on his lap.

You straddle him, both knees on either side. His hand stays on your hip. Lips moving in sync as leans back, making you lean towards him.

You felt his hand slide inside your dress and in-between your thighs. He pushed your neck towards him more, your hands wrap around his arm.

"I need you" whispered in-between the kiss, his words a bit breathless but less than yours. You nodded, his hands leaving your body to unbutton his jeans.

He pulled himself out as he looked at you, silently asking for permission. Your hands wrap around his shoulder as you supported yourself on you knees. His hand pushing the underwear aside as he swiped a few times.

Gathering the slickness, rubbing it on top of his tip. He lined himself to your entrance as his hands grab your hips. Only pushing the tip in before he pulled out. Continuing this a few times.

You whine out a bit making him chuckle. He finally let you fully sink down. God, it has been a fucking minute. His dick stretching your walls out. every little vein, you felt it.

"You like it?" He chuckled. His voice a bit breathless, like a whisper. You nodded, bucking your hips a bit. His hand guides your hips up and down.

"The dick enough for you?" His hand traveled to your lower back, pushing you towards him more. Your head placed on his shoulder. He turned his head for his lip to be close to your ear.

"Come on, tell me" he whispered. "Yes" you breathed out. Your hips being moved by his hand.

Suddenly the air was knocked out of your lungs as he snapped his hip upwards. Making his dick touch the gushy spot inside.

You gasp out his name as your arms tighten around him. Hearing a chuckle, he did it again. "What happened baby?" He cooed, you could hear the smirk dripping from his voice. But you were too distracted making noises to complain.

"Mhm, too drunk on my dick to respond?" He whispered again. This time, he wanted an answer. "I expect an answer princess" , every word whispered with a match of his hip.

You cried out as you nodded. He groaned as he felt you clench around him. "This enough for you?" He continued. "Yes" His smirk grew.

"Always?" His hips dig into you more. You cry out more, nodding desperately. He felt your climax coming as your clench more and more.

"Say it, I wanna hear them" he whispered out. He moved away from your ear, wanting to see your face as it contorted with pleasure.

"You are" you cried out as a harsh snap of his hip digged deeper. "Continue" you gasp out. His hips making it hard for you to concentrate on your words. Your nails digging into his biceps.

"Enough" another one. "For" again. "Me" with the final one, you couldn't hold onto anymore. The knot in your stomach finally twisting open as the pleasure takes over you.

Your eyes closed, breathing uneven and your hands lay flat around his arm now. Your body limp as your slip towards him. He stroked your cheek. The black tearstained cheeks making a twisted part of him feel a bit satisfied.

"You did so good" he kissed your forehead. His hand brushing your hair out of your face. "Always a good girl for me, always" his voice soft.

"Let's get you cleaned up" he said as he picked you up. His dick still inside you but neither of you cared. Just being comfortable in each others presence.

Lando smiled down at you, his thoughts about not being your type or enough for you now not even present in his mind. The only thoughts being you and only you.


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10 months ago

❥•°❀"monte carlo passion and fury"

abstract || lando dnf's in monaco and takes that anger out on you.

female!reader || smut. dirty. nasty as hell. angry!lando. fluff ending. 1.6k words

❥•°❀"monte Carlo Passion And Fury"

After a disappointing race at Monaco, Lando ended up with a DNF, leaving him seething with frustration and anger. So consumed by his emotions, he didn't care about potential fines for skipping media duties; all he wanted was to escape to his apartment. Quickly changing out of his race gear, he grabbed your hand and hurriedly led you to his sleek Lamborghini Miura parked nearby. The engine roared to life as he skillfully navigated the streets of Monaco, the city's glittering lights blurring past as he drove with a mix of intensity and determination. In the quiet moments between the rush of wind and the hum of the engine, you could sense both his disappointment and his need for solace, finding comfort in your presence beside him.

Arriving at Lando's Monaco apartment was a relief from the chaotic energy of the city streets below. The sleek, modern building rose into the night sky, its facade illuminated by soft, ambient lighting that cast gentle shadows across the entrance. Lando's steps were purposeful as he led you through the lobby and into the private elevator.

The elevator ride was silent and tense, the only sound the soft hum of the descending lift. The apartment door closed with a decisive click behind you, shutting out the world momentarily. Inside, the air was thick with Lando's frustration, the sleek, modern decor a stark contrast to his turbulent emotions.

He didn't speak as he led you through the living area, passing by the expansive windows that framed the glittering lights of Monaco's nightlife. His grip tightened as he turned abruptly towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms, his knuckles white with the intensity of his emotions. With each hurried step, the faint scent of cologne mingles with the musty air. Finally, he steers you into the bedroom.

The door swung open with a forceful push, revealing a sanctuary that mirrored Lando's conflicted state—clean lines disrupted by scattered belongings, the bed rumpled in disarray. Without a word, he stepped inside, his back tense and shoulders squared, a silent invitation, or perhaps a plea for understanding in the midst of his turmoil.

Releasing his vice-like grip on your hand, Lando stepped back, his fingers slowly unfurling as he leaned against the bedroom wall. His expression was a tumultuous mix of anger and frustration, etched deeply into the lines of his face. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows that danced across his features, highlighting the furrow of his brow and the tight set of his lips.

His eyes, usually vibrant with determination, now bore into you with a piercing intensity. The air in the room seemed to thicken with the weight of his emotions, palpable in the tense silence that hung between you. Each breath he took seemed laden with unspoken words, as if he struggled to find the right way to express the turmoil raging inside him.

Lando's voice erupted with anger and frustration, sharp and demanding. "Strip down, now," he barked, his tone cutting through the air like a whip, filled with an intense, simmering rage. His stance against the bedroom wall was tense and rigid, his eyes blazing with a fiery mix of emotions.

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his fury, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting harsh shadows that emphasized the lines of tension etched into his face. Every word carried a heavy force, laden with his racing disappointment and the raw edge of his emotions.

In the charged silence that followed, his command hung in the air, leaving you to confront the turbulent storm of his anger and the unsettling demand it carried.

Lando's frustration reached a breaking point. With a sudden surge of anger, he grabbed your clothes and tore them off with a forceful pull. The fabric yielded reluctantly, the seams splitting with a sharp sound that filled the room. His movements were swift and assertive, driven by a turbulent mix of emotions—rage, disappointment, and a profound sense of loss.

Each article of clothing fell away, discarded in a heap on the floor, as if symbolizing the weight of his racing disappointments. His hands, usually gentle and precise, now gripped the fabric with a fierce intensity, fingers trembling with the strain of his emotions. The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of adrenaline and the bitter residue of his unspoken frustrations.

Exposed and vulnerable, you stood before him, with determination, now burned with a mix of regret and longing. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy and charged with the raw energy of his actions.

Breathing heavily, Lando stood before you, his chest rising and falling with the effort of his emotions. His hand rises, gripping your hair tightly within his fist, a gasp escaping your lips. Getting closer to your face, his breath against your lips, he states with a firm tone to signify that he is not playing any games, "Stop being such a little brat. You're better than that." With his grip still in your hair, he throws you onto the bed, causing you to land on your stomach. 

Stripping down to nothing, Lando moves to get behind you. His strong, veiny hands find your hair once more, pulling your head up and tilting it back to look at him. Smacking your cheek a bit, he commands you. "Open," and once you do, immediately following his instructions to not get him angrier, he spits aggressively into your mouth before patting your cheek, forcing you to swallow which you do. You can’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside your body at his dominance caused by anger and rage. It makes your mind melt, feeling as if you're just a puddle on the floor after a thunderstorm. 

Pushing your head back down to the bed, he releases your hair so he can leave a hard smack on your ass, causing you to let out a small yelp from the contact. Lando’s hands move to your hips, forcing you to arch your back, stomach against the bed before slamming into you.

You cry out at the sudden feeling, meanwhile he just laughs at you darkly, telling you, "You can take it, can’t you? Yeah, you can because you're my good little slut. Doing so good f'me yeah? My good little slut. All for me and only me." He groans as he continues to pound into you, faster and harder, but making sure to get all the right places for you. He’s not that selfish to forget his good girl's pleasure, even if you can be a brat sometimes. 

At some point, he grips your hair for the second time that day, pulls you up and back to his chest. That same hand, oh, that hand of his, moves around to grip your neck a bit tight to where it’s pleasurable while the other wraps around your waist. He pounds into you harder and harder, getting angrier and angrier till you finally come, a mixture between a moan and a scream leaving your lips.

Smirking, the hand in your hair grips it tighter as he whispers into your ear, his voice low and raspy and so sexy. "Good girl, yeah, that's it... Gonna come inside you and fill you up. You'd like that wouldn't you, you little whore. Fill you up with my babies, hmm? That what you want? Yeah it is." He then chuckles, his hips thrusting faster and faster, like an untamable beast before finally groaning loudly into your ear and proceeding to release inside you.

After a few moments, once he’s done, he places you back down on the bed softly and gently, pulling out of you slowly so as to not hurt you as he watches his release flow out of you slowly. He then kisses the top of your head, whispering sweet praises into your ear before getting a warm towel and cleaning you up gently. 

After the intense rush of emotions and sensations had settled, Lando lays down onto his bed and pulls you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you. His breathing was steady now, his heartbeat slowing to a reassuring rhythm against your skin. The room was filled with a comforting silence, broken only by the soft murmur of his voice.

"I didn't mean to lose my temper earlier," he began, his tone filled with regret. "I was just so frustrated with how things went on the track."

You lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Lando," you assured him, brushing your fingers lightly against his cheek. "I understand. Racing means everything to you."

He nodded, his expression softening with gratitude. "Thank you for being here with me, for understanding," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

You nestled closer to him, feeling his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. His fingers traced soothing patterns along your back, a silent reassurance that he was there, that everything was alright.

"I care about you so much," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never want you to doubt that."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, filling your heart with warmth and tenderness. You tilted your head up to capture his lips in a soft kiss, conveying all the love and understanding you felt for him in that moment.

Lando smiled against your lips, his hand cradling the back of your head gently. "I'm lucky to have you," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

"And I'm lucky to have you," you replied sincerely, intertwining your fingers with his.

Together, you lay there in each other's arms, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. In Lando's embrace, you found solace and strength, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

❥•°❀"monte Carlo Passion And Fury"

an || so...yeah. this was a nasty one. i enjoyed writing it, though, and i hope you enjoyed reading it. my girlies, once again, hope you enjoyed this and i love yall. till the next one!

©2024 cherryl4na. - please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission.


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10 months ago

i wanna ride Oscar soooo bad 😭😭😭😭 like look at him he would love it but I don't think he's the sub type so he would totally be guiding your hips and gently touching your clit just to hear you beg omg

omg just picture him sat, leaning up against the headboard, his hands splayed on your hips, his head buried in your neck. he’s helping you move up and down, his teeth working their magic at your nape, leaving marks and lovebites. “fuckin so good for me” he’d groan, he can’t help but thrust up into you making you moan loudly. he’d hit the right spot and your vision blurs, your head turning to the side, giving him more access. “beg to cum love” he’d grunt. “please, please baby, let me cum” you’d moan, your fingers grasping his shoulders as you move your hips repeatedly, your clit grinding against his skin. he’d just grin against your sweaty skin, loving the effect he has on you.


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10 months ago

✧.* SECRETLY YOURS

synopsis - you sneak around with Oscar, your brothers best friend.

before you continue: this is a Norris!reader fic and is smutty so mdni. if you enjoyed pls reblog and give me a follow :)

✧.* SECRETLY YOURS
✧.* SECRETLY YOURS

The thrill of sneaking around with Oscar Piastri was as intoxicating as the man himself.

He was always so composed and reserved in public, but behind closed doors, he was a force to be reckoned with. You had known Oscar for a while through your brother, Lando, and the bond you had formed with the Australian driver was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

Your secret relationship had been a whirlwind of stolen glances, hidden touches, and whispered promises. The paddock had become your playground, each secluded corner a potential rendezvous spot. The adrenaline of keeping your relationship under wraps only added to the excitement, and you found yourself constantly yearning for those private moments with Oscar.

It was late one night after a long day of practice sessions and meetings. The paddock was quiet, most people having retired to their hotel rooms. You and Oscar had managed to slip away unnoticed, making your way to a secluded area behind the garages. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, your heart pounding in your chest as you followed Oscar into the shadows.

Oscar glanced around to make sure you were alone before pulling you into his arms. The kiss he pressed to your lips was urgent and demanding, his hands roaming over your body with a possessiveness that left you breathless.

“Are you sure no one saw us?” you whispered, your voice trembling with excitement.

Oscar smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Positive,” he replied, his voice a low growl. “Now, let’s make the most of our time.”

He backed you against the wall, his hands gripping your waist as he captured your lips in another searing kiss. The thrill of being caught only heightened your arousal, and you melted into his touch, your hands tangling in his hair.

Oscar’s lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly as he pressed himself against you. The feel of his arousal against your thigh sent a shiver of anticipation through you, and you moaned softly, your body arching into his touch.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with raw desire. “Thinking about you.”

“Me too,” you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need you, Oscar.”

He groaned at your words, his hands moving to unzip your pants with practiced ease. He pushed them down your hips, followed quickly by your underwear. The cool air against your skin was a stark contrast to the heat of Oscar’s touch, and you shivered in anticipation.

Oscar knelt before you, his eyes locked onto yours as he spread your legs. The intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch, and you felt a rush of arousal flood through you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

“Keep quiet,” he murmured, his voice a husky command. “We don’t want anyone to hear.”

You nodded, biting your lip to stifle a moan as he pressed a kiss to your core. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. Oscar’s hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he worked you over with a skill that left you breathless.

The sensation was overwhelming, and you found yourself struggling to keep quiet as Oscar’s tongue drove you to the edge. He moved with purpose, his every touch designed to bring you pleasure. The tension in your body coiled tighter and tighter, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you unraveled completely.

“Oscar,” you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. “Please, I’m so close.”

Oscar looked up at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Not yet,” he said, his voice firm. “I want to hear you beg.”

You whimpered, the need in your body almost too much to bear. “Please,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. “Please, I need to come.”

A satisfied smile curved his lips, and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers driving you to the brink of pleasure. The tension in your body snapped, and you came with a shuddering gasp, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm.

But Oscar didn’t stop. He continued his relentless assault, pushing you into a state of overstimulation that left you writhing against the wall. The pleasure was almost too intense, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your climax.

“Hold on,” Oscar commanded, his voice a dark caress. “We’re not done yet.”

He stood, his hands moving to unbuckle his pants with a speed that made your head spin. He freed himself, the sight of his arousal sending another wave of desire through you. He turned you around, pressing your hands against the wall as he positioned himself behind you.

“Hold on tight,” he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation.

You nodded, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he entered you with a powerful thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and you moaned softly, your fingers gripping the wall for support.

Oscar set a brutal pace, his hands gripping your hips as he drove into you with a mix of passion and control. The intensity of his movements left you breathless, the pleasure building with each powerful thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice a rough whisper. “So perfect.”

You could only moan in response, the pleasure too intense to form coherent words. Oscar’s hands moved to grip your thighs, lifting you slightly to deepen the angle. The new position sent you spiraling closer to the edge, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you came again.

“Oscar, I’m going to—”

“Do it,” he commanded, his voice a dark growl. “Come for me.”

His words sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your climax. Oscar followed you, his own release a shuddering exhalation as he buried himself in you.

For a moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your bodies. Oscar pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his touch tender and reassuring.

“We should get back,” he murmured, his voice a soft promise. “Before anyone notices we’re gone.”

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. “Yeah, we should.”

Oscar helped you dress, his touch gentle and affectionate. The adrenaline of the moment slowly gave way to a sense of calm and contentment, and you knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible.

As you slipped back into the paddock, the thrill of your secret still fresh in your mind, you couldn’t help but smile.


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