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httpiastri · 3 months

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focus – pa17

you just can't help staring at paul's hands and arms. it's impossible not to.

genre: smut 😵 oh dear

pairing: reader x paul aron

warnings: fingering, smut, idk just the regular

word count: 2.6k... it was meant to be a blurb but nope

requested: yes !! requests are still open <3

author's note: felt good to write pa17 😚😚 his number has been jumping between 16 and 17 a couple of times now on the f2 website but i hope it stays as 17 because i love that number. i know i say this pretty much every time i write smut but like... this felt like the dirtiest thing i've ever written....... in hindsight, it wasn't that bad but like shdkfhdk i cringed so hard as usual. anyway. sorry to my estonian readers out there (looking specifically at you elle because you're the only estonian i know lol) for the short mention of the reader not speaking estonian. hope everyone enjoys tho <3

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waking up to an empty bed is one of the things you hate the most in the world. especially when you're supposed to be accompanied by your boyfriend, but he's mysteriously disappeared.

it's been a long week, the first one back to reality after a good winter break, so it takes you some time to wake up from your deep slumber. the sound of one-sided chatter from the kitchen is what finally wakes you up, the warming scent of coffee filling your nose instantly. your mind is so groggy that it takes you a little while to figure out that paul is on the phone with someone – and that the reason you can't understand him isn't that you're tired, it's because he's speaking estonian.

unwillingly, you force yourself out of bed once you understand that he isn't going to join you back in it anytime soon. you pull on a random oversized shortsleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants before going off to find him in the kitchen, his back turned against you as he leans onto the counter, speaking into the phone. paul turns around at the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as you pull it back, taking a seat at the kitchen table. when he takes you in, a smile reaches his lips and he strolls over to you.

karl, he mouths to you as he points to his phone with his free hand – karl is probably going off about paul's winter break gym program for the tenth time this week, you assume – before letting his hand reach for your cheek instead. after his thumb brushes across your cheek a few times, he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

then, he turns and walks back to the cupboards, pulling out two mugs and pouring some of the coffee he's been brewing into them. he balances his phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he picks up the mugs, carrying them over to you while letting out a string of confirmative sounds, seeming only mildly interested in what is being said on the other end of the line.

you accept the cup from him, both hands wrapping around it and feeling it warm up your fingers instantly. paul takes a sip of his coffee as he takes his phone into his other hand again, suddenly breaking out in a tangent that you understand nothing from. when paul slips down in the seat opposite you, your gaze shifts to look out through the window, watching the late sunrise leave its hues over the city below you. you've always loved morning moments like these, when there's no rush in the world, nothing to worry about, no reason to stress. it's always so easy to get lost in these moments, in the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the pink clouds flying away into the horizon.

but paul breaks you out of your trance. his free hand reaches for one of yours, removing it from your mug and instead intertwining your fingers with his. you smile subconsciously at the action, your eyes moving over to watch your laced hands. but when you do, you can't help but let your gaze wander.

you've always had a thing for his hands and arms. it's silly, you think, but there's something about it that makes you weak. when paul wears jewelry, it just contributes to your obsession – the silver rings and the pretty bracelets that he only takes off for racing make your heart flutter anytime you see them. and thinking about the pleasure those slender fingers of his bring you...

you would never tell him about it, though. sometimes, you think he must be the most oblivious man in the world for not noticing how you so often blatantly stare at his arms. but then again, he probably would tease you until the end of the world if he found out.

it's easy for you to get carried away by the sight of his arms. the way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours, the way little freckles and moles are scattered across his skin, the way the muscles in his forearm flex when he gives your hand a little squeeze. it's like time and the outside world doesn't exist: it's just you and paul. and his hands and arms.

paul has to call out your name twice to get your attention. when you finally snap out of it, his eyebrows are raised slightly and his lips are curved into a sly smile. "what are you doing?"

"n-nothing!" you let out instantly, although you know that he won't fall for it. you hadn't noticed him hanging up the call – you hadn't even started drinking your coffee yet. you had been too busy... admiring.

"really?" his hand lets go of yours, filling you with a disappointing feeling in just a second. but then, his fingers start grazing up and down the bare skin of your arm, from your wrist all the way up to the sleeve of your shirt. your eyes follow his hand without a single blink. "you seemed so focused, though?"

when his hand suddenly moves past your shoulder and his fingers make their way up to your neck, you can't help but gulp. your gaze slowly moves to the cheeky grin on paul's face as a shiver shoots down your spine. "no, i was just…" speaking gets harder and harder when he lets the pad of his pointer finger brush up along the side of your neck, touch ever so light but more than enough to throw the butterflies in your stomach into a fit.

paul tilts his head, eyebrows rising again. "just what?" he asks, feeling your escalating pulse when he lets his thumb run up the front of your throat. the way your body is physically reacting to him is so amusing to him – and enough to make his own heart begin to race. his thumb reaches your chin, and then travels further along your jaw, hand settling around your jawline. "you're really pretty, did you know that?"

your eyes flutter closed when his thumb caresses your pink-tinted cheek. he draws random shapes into your skin, little hearts and simple flowers, before slowly making his way to your lips. his thumb runs along it once, twice, and on the third time, it's like you act on instinct. suddenly, you've stuck your tongue past your lips, giving him a little lick. his movements stop and you take it as a sign, leaning your head forward just a little to invite his finger into your mouth.

you open your eyes again and you take in the sight in front of you. paul's jaw has dropped, eyes wide and zoned in on your lips. the corners of your mouth curve into a slight smile, completely loving his reaction, but you aren't done here. your tongue swirls around his thumb once, and paul's breath hitches in his throat. he almost pulls his hand away from you in pure shock – but then he lets his curiosity get the better of him, and he keeps it in place. he's far too intrigued to see how far you'll take this.

he merely blinks at you when you quicken the speed of your tongue, eventually even beginning to suck lightly on his thumb. he's completely lost in it now; in the way you're so innocently playing with him, your pretty eyelashes batting at him and your lips forming a slight pout around his finger.

has his pants suddenly gotten much smaller, or is he getting this hard already?

when you finally pull him out of you, he's completely speechless. you chuckle, deciding that maybe now it's your time to tease him. "you seem really focused, paul. what are you doing?"

he pauses for a moment, but then his lips crack into a cheeky grin. "oh, please," he starts. "don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that just as much as i did."

you want to interject, tell him about how he was quite literally flabbergasted until just a second ago, but he cuts you off.

"i knew you liked my hands, but… you like them that much?"

your own hands instantly come up to cover your face, wanting to hide the embarrassment that’s likely growing more and more obvious by the second. so he did know about your obsession all along? "paul-"

"no need to disappear," he interjects. suddenly, he's standing by your side, and in one swift motion, he's swooped you into his arms and carried you to the living room couch. you let out a yelp when he drops you onto it, but you're smiling at him when he removes your hands from your face. he grabs both of your shoulders, pushing you down slowly until your back hits the couch before climbing on top of you. "if you like them that much, let me use them to make you feel good."

he hovers over you for a second to see if there's any kind of hesitation in your face, but the way you look up at him tells him how much you want this. he doesn't waste any more time, immediately leaning down to lace his lips with yours. the sound you let out against him has been held back for long now and it gets him going instantly.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders for stability as his hands move down your body, one stopping by your hip while the other continues its journey under your shirt. his touch is so light it almost tickles you, and the coolness of his rings against your warm skin sends tingles through your body. his finger dips along the bumps of your ribs, all the way up to your breast. his thumb is still slightly wet with your saliva when it makes contact with your nipple, making your mouth slack against his.

there's no way you can focus on the kiss now; all of your thoughts are on his hands, and he can tell. he breaks the kiss and starts kissing along your jaw instead, his pecks sloppy as he concentrates on kneading your breast. the little sounds you let out when his finger flicks your nipple are like rewards to his ears. his hand that had been on your hip starts moving too, letting his thumb dip just below the hem of your sweatpants.

his head pulls away from your skin. "may i?" he asks, fingers pulling on the hem of your pants. when you don't give him an answer, too immersed in the feeling of his other hand still on your boob, he halts his actions. a chuckle erupts from his throat. "hey, listen to me."

what comes out of your mouth sounds more like a whine than words, but it's accompanied by a quick nod and he understands the meaning behind it. he snickers, pulling your sweats and panties down in one swift motion, your breath hitching as the cold air meets your already-soaked core. your entire body is waiting in anticipation, so eager and so needy that when he drags a finger along your slit, a shudder of pleasure passes through your body.

when paul looks up at you again to see how you're reacting, you have an arm draped over your eyes. he instantly frowns and stops his actions. "hey, i thought you liked watching my fingers?" he asks, and you nod impatiently. one of his hands reach up to grab your wrist. "well, then we can't have this. you need to be able to see my fingers as they work on you."

he pulls your arm away, and you meet his gaze the moment you open your eyelids. the look in his eyes almost takes you out there and then; the look of satisfaction, enjoyment, and just pure love makes you so thankful to have someone as good as this man, looking like there's nothing he'd rather do at nine in the morning than please you with his fingers.

when he notices how you're craning your neck just to catch a glimpse of him, he gets an idea. he sits up more properly again, reaching for two pillows behind him. you shoot him a questioning look, watching as he climbs over you again. then, he snakes an arm around you before propping you up on the pillows; a smaller one underneath your chest, and a bigger one under your head.

"there we go," he hums as he settles between your legs again. "that should make it easier, no?"

you don't have time to answer before you feel him teasingly brushing against your folds again. this time, you don't dare hide – and quite frankly, you don't want to, either. the view you have is far too good to look away from.

one of his hands wraps around the inside of your thigh to spread your legs, as the other hand's thumb draws circles on top of your clit, the little bud so sensitive already. when he finally slips a finger into your dripping core, you can't resist the urge to let your eyes roll back, feeling so good already. it doesn't take many pumps before he pushes another finger in you, too, spreading them apart and stretching you out fully. your hands grab the material of the couch below you, fists turning white as he speeds up his movements and adds yet another finger.

he pulls out a throaty moan from you when he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting just the right spot. you feel like you're reaching your limit already, and the way your breath is getting quicker and more high-pitched lets paul know just how close you are. when his free hand reaches down to play with your clit, you can't take it anymore, the orgasm washing over you instantly.

you really don't want to miss one more second of this, so you force your eyes open and look down. paul loves to hear you whining as you come, seeing your body shudder with the orgasm, and feeling you clench around him – especially when he's fucked you with just his fingers – and the prideful look spreading over his features is a sight to behold. when he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes flicker between his face and his hand pumping in and out of you, and you're sure it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

then, the view is outshined by what he does next. he pulls out of you, your slick covering his fingers. and after that, he pushes his fingers into his own mouth, cleaning them up and sucking them off like they taste better than his favorite meal. holy shit.

"that's..." you speak in between heavy breaths. "so... fucking... hot..."

"you're quite hot yourself," paul says, eyes just barely pulling away from your face to look down at his crotch. "like, do you see how hard i am? just from watching you?"

a weak giggle passes through your lips as you follow his gaze, impressed by the effect you apparently have on him. "want me to help you out with that?" you ask, raising your eyebrows with your suggestion.

"well, if you're offering..."

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lovelytsunoda · 9 months

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dim the lights (close your eyes) // arthur leclerc

summary: arthur leclerc is the only man she would ever trust to touch her this way. the only man she would want to take her virginity.

pairing: arthur leclerc x female reader

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, a hell of a lot of feelings, lots of giggles. had no idea how to end it, but it is what it is.

prompts used: i don’t wanna stop touching you. i just wanna be near you and close to you in any way i can + breathe baby, breathe. I’m right here

"arthur, i'm ready."

she'd said that three weeks ago, and they had both been preparing for this moment ever since. makeout sessions had gotten more intense, hands experimentally traveling under clothes. arthur had even tried fingering her a few times to make sure she knew what she was getting into, that she was prepared for how it would feel.

and mostly because he was scared. nervous about being his beloveds first. because if he messed this up, he could lose her for good.

the only reason she had waited this long was because she had never met the right man. hell, she was twenty one and her first real boyfriend had been arthur. sure, there had been crushes and meaningless kisses and sheer terror at the idea of being in a relationship, but arthur made her feel safe, like a warm hug on a cold day. his presence was comforting, and she never felt like she had to be someone she wasn’t around him.

after a night out of the town that made her feel like the best version of herself, like she was walking on a cloud (as spending time with the youngest leclerc brother always did), they found themselves back at arthurs flat.

he carried her up the stairs, ever the gentleman, hand over her eyes as he pushed the bedroom door open tho his toes.

“i want to show you something.” he says softly, asking her to keep her eyes closed while he shuts the door, switching on the fairy lights, reaching for the bag of fake flower petals. “okay, open your eyes.”

“oh, arthur.” she said softly, breath catching in her throat as she placed her hands over her heart. “it’s beautiful.”

a trail of fake petals lead from where she was standing to the bed, where even more dotted the simple white duvet, a towel elephant resting on the corner, like the towel animals on a cruise ship. the room was illuminated with soft, warm fairy lights. with a goofy grin on his face, arthur came towards her, reaching into the graft bag to throw more petals in the air.

she laughed, pulling him in for a gentle kiss as he dropped flower petals in her hair.

“wait, you haven’t seen the best part.” the boy laughs, reaching for the stereo remote. with the press of a button, heart’s ‘what about love’ begins to play softly. “damn it.” he mutters. “this was supposed to be a relaxing and easy listening playlist.”

“arthur,” she giggled, prying the remote from his hand. “it’s perfect.” she pressed up on her toes, arms around his shoulders as she kissed him, breathing in the smell of his cologne, the feel of his linens shirt under her fingers.

she sat down on the end of the bed, slipping out of her high heels and dropping her purse on the floor. she leaned back against the bed, fake rose petals sticking to her skin as arthur lay on his side next to her, warm hands caressing her skin.

“hi.” she said softly, fingers tracing her jaw as she propped up on an elbow to meet his gaze.

arthur reached behind him, triumphantly holding up the towel elephant and waving one of its small arms. “hi, darling.”

she laughed, throwing one of her legs over arthurs before she nuzzled up against him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “you’re such a dork.”

“you love it.” he said before he kissed her, his lips soft against hers, the glittery lipgloss that had almost faded off her skin transferring onto his lips as he gently pressed her against the pillows.

she sighed in contentment as his hand slipped up her dress, resting reassuringly against her upper thigh. she cages his upper lip between both of hers, fingers cradling through his hair as she pressed herself closer to him. the shoulder strap of her dress slipped down her pale skin, bathed a heavenly shade of gold in the fairy lights. before she could get self-conscious and teach to right it, arthur took charge, pressing gentle, open-mouthed kisses to her skin.

“you’re so perfect. i don’t wanna stop touching you. i just wanna be near you and close to you in any way i can.”

her heart swelled with love at hearing arthur’s words. this entire evening had been so surreal. she never thought she’d meet someone who made her feel the way that arthur leclerc could.

even now, he was so mindful of her boundaries, so cautious and careful with her heart as he presssed her into the mattress, fingers teasing the edge of her panties, but firmly staying there until she said otherwise, gave him permission to touch her like that.

for now, he was content with kissing her neck, his fingers on his free hand lacing with hers to cradle her her hand with the gentlest, sweetest of touches.

“arthur.” she whined, bucking her hips against his. “please…i need more.”

arthur slowed his movements, gently rolling them over so they were facing each other on their sides, one of her legs hiked over his hip. he kissed her softly, his tongue gently teasing her lips as he started to push her panties aside.

“just remember to breathe, beautiful. remember, this is nothing we haven’t already done before.”

“i know.” she sighed, biting her lips as his fingers began to circle where she needed him most. “i trust you. fully and completely.”

arthur sunk his fingers inside of her, peppering her face in kisses as he gave her time to adjust, her juices dripping down his fingers as he began to flex his slender fingers, scissoring them rapidly.

“oh, fuck, babe,” she whined, fingernails digging into his shirt as she bucked against his appendages. “feels so good.”

“yeah, you like having my fingers inside you, don’t you, cherie?”

“yes, god.” she moaned, burying her face in arthurs neck, fingers scratching down the bit of exposed chest peeking out from his button down. “i love your fingers.”

“good. the only purpose they serve is to make you feel good, love.” arthur smiled, dotting kisses over all the exposed skin he could reach.

he curled his fingers, fingertips touching her spongy center. she yelped at the pleasure, springing off the bed. they both burst out into a fit of giggles, arthurs fingers still working their magic.

“do you want to come of my fingers pretty girl, or are you ready to take my cock? you feel ready, but I am more than happy to lie here all night and finger you until you scream my name.” arthur chuckled, gently slipping his fingers out and sitting up on the bed, beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.

she would never get tired of seeing her boyfriend without a shirt on: the muscles and veins popping in his arms, his broad, strong shoulders. his washboard abs that she intended to mark up with her nails before the night was over.

“im ready. i want your dick.”

laughing, arthur got up from the bed, shedding his shirt as his lover got to her feet, slipping out of her dress and allowing the white fabric to pool on the floor. he opened his bedside drawer to extract a box of condoms, his eyes wide ending in both adoration and lust as he looked back at his girlfriend.

“bebe, you look beautiful.”

her face blushed pink as she tried to make her bikini cut panties seem sexier, averting her gaze from arthur. “thank you. thank you for making me feel comfortable, and beautiful.”

arthru hummed, standing in front of her and tilting her head up to his. “you don’t need to thank me, gorgeous.” he kissed her softly, allowing her hands to travel the expanse of his exposed skin, nails scratching at his abs as he steered her back towards his bed. “i think this will go easier if you’re on top. that was you can set your own pace.”

she nodded, hands resting nervously near the waistband of arthurs pants. “okay. i can do that.”

he gently pushed her hands away, and she sat on the edge of the bed, one leg over the other in an attempt to hide the ever-growing damp spot on her panties. she swallowed harshly, feeling her nipples grow harder as she watched arthur undo his belt, dropping his jeans and his boxers in one fell swoop, his hard cock springing to attention now that it was free of its fabric confines.

he rolled the condom on, sitting at the head of the bed before beckoning his girlfriend over and helping her out of his panties, his eyes darkening at the sight of her now mostly naked body.

“there we go, just like that.” arthur encouraged, guiding her to straddle him, answering every question she asked and reassuring her that she would be perfect.

“so I just sit down like…this?” she asked, bracing her hands on arthurs shoulders as she tried to sink down on his length, arthurs gentle touch guiding her towards his cock. “oh my god.” she inhaled sharply, not even halfway on his dick before she froze, muscles tightening.

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” arthur soothed, gently kissing her breastbone, fingers tracing reassuring circles on her skin. “it’s okay, just breathe. i can stay like this for a minute, you don’t have to take it all at once.”

she nodded, breathing heavily as she brushed her hair behind her ears, resting her hands on either side of arthurs neck, resting for a moment before sinking down further, her face contorted in a grimace as she allowed her boyfriend to bottom out inside her.

“breathe, baby. breathe. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” arthur hummed, kissing her softly. “we go at your pace. nice and easy.”

she moves slowly, gingerly, hands braced on her lovers shoulders as she starts to move her hips, rocking gently back and forth. keeping his touch gentle, looking out through hooded eyes, arthur gently began to guide her up and down, resisting the urge to thrust up into her when she moaned, fingernails clenching into his skin.

“fuck, i love those moans, princess. keep moaning for me, let me know how good you feel. or, let me know if you stop feeling good and we’ll take a break, okay?”

“yeah.” she nodded, picking up the pace of her movements, panting heavily as arthur tried not to let his eyes roll back in his skull, pressing his lips to hers to muffle his own moans of pleasure.

the real thing was so much better than his late night fantasies, and knowing that she trusted him this much added a whole new layer of intimacy to the scene, somehow managing to make it even more erotic. he feared he’d blow his load too soon, but would that really be such a bad thing right now? he’d almost certainly be hard again if she decided she wanted a round two, or if he buried his head between her thighs and tongue fucked her until she came undone on his face.

“fuck, arthur.” she moaned, her movements becoming slower, exhaustion seeping into her legs. “please, i need more. my legs can’t take this. can you take over?”

he kissed her hard, flipping their bodies over so he was on top, driving into her quickly, but trying to restrain himself, his fingers clutching the sheets to practice restraint.

they’d work up to the more adventurous, more erotic activities later. right now, it was back to basics as he tried to keep his speed steady, matching what they were moving at while she was on top of him.

“is this what you wanted, love? does this feel good?”

“yes, god, please,” she moaned, trying to hold his body closer. trying to get as physically close to him as she possibly could. “this is so good, arthur. so, so good.”

“perfect.” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. “I love you.”

“i love you more.”

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f1smutwriter · 15 days

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i very much so planned on staying anonymous but the arthur fic was just toooo good so this is the anon that requested it and i loved it. but anyway i can’t stop imagining ollie bearman with a short reader (im 5’2 so he’s literally a whole foot taller than me) maybe they’re teammates in prema and everyone’s always joking about their height difference. you can take this in literally any direction i feel like there’s no wrong answers. if you wanted to make it spicy maybe he has a size kink and nobody knows they’re fueling his chaos

| 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐨𝐛𝟑𝟖)

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 “𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠“ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢s 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓!, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭), 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜), 𝐚 𝐛��𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘), 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭), 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲!

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“Gosh did you get shorter or what” Arthur joked with me making me roll my eyes before I smile. “Shut up you act like you’re so much taller” I say while smiling softly making him lean his elbow on my head. “And here comes the giant himself” they said making Ollie roll his eyes, before turning to me and smiling.

“I swear you guys are childish” Ollie said before come over to me and hugging me from behind a bit. “Gosh you guys are perfect for each other, you’re short and you’re tall” Arthur joked making Ollie squeeze my hips slightly making me jump a bit. “Alright me and Y/n got to go get ready for training” Ollie rolled his eyes before grabbing me and walking to our garage. Once we went to our shared drivers room I get dragged into his lap.

“Ollie w-what a-are you doing” I asked but then I gasped when I feel him move my hips a bit. “Ssshh baby, I know you want it” he whispered making me move my clothed cunt on his thigh. “W-we c-can’t” I whined out as I feel his knee bump my clit perfectly. All he did was chuckle when he heard that as he squeezed my tits.

“Gosh you’re so small baby, my good little girl huh” he whispered in my ear making me moaned softly as I feel his fingers pinching my nipples through my shirt. “Ollie please need more” I whined out making him slowly unbuckle my pants. “Lift up there pretty hips baby” he muttered up his breath making me listen.

As my lower half of my body completely bare, he just stares at me with pure lust in my eyes. “Fuck the prettiest pussy I’ve seen” he whispered while rubbing my clit making me cry out. “I want you to sit on my face can you do that” He asked me softly making me look at him in pure horror.

“N-no no what if I hurt you” I say a bit scared not wanting to hurt him, but all I see was a smirk on his face before he holds my hips. “I need all of you okay baby, sit on my face” he said reassuringly making me calm down a bit. All I did was hover over his face scared to hurt him, but he didn’t like it so he grabbed my thighs and forced my cunt onto his mouth making me moan out loud. “So much better” he grumbled against my pussy making me feel the vibrations through my body.

I start grinding my cunt on his tongue as his nose hits my clit perfectly, making my eyes roll back into my head. "So sweet, like candy" he grunted as his tongue teased my hole making me tremble feeling my orgasm. "Can feel you clenching baby. Gonna cum" He asked me mumbling against my throbbing clit. "Cum, cum all over daddy's tongue" He grumbled before making me feel nothing but his tongue fucking me and his clit touching his nose.

I cried out pulling his hair so his tongue didn't leave my cunt as I cum, feeling waves of pleasure taking over my body. He fucked be through my orgasm dragging it out, I got off his face and laid down. "Did it feel good baby" He teased me while running his hands through my hair. "Don't worry I'm not done yet" He smiled as he slowly rubs my sensitive clit making me gasp, from the overstimulation. "Can I fuck you my good little girl, want you to feel my cock in your stomach" He muttered making me whine out 'yes'.

Once I said yes he slowly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. Once I saw his cock my eyes widen from the length and girth. "What's wrong princess don't think you can take it" He smirked making me shake my head no instantly from how big it was. "Don't worry I'll make it fit, but I guess we have to stretch you out now huh. don't want rip you open my little girl" He muttered as he slowly sticks two fingers in my tight hole making me gasp from the stretch.

"Fuck you're so tight" He groaned then he started thrusting them in and out of my hole. "You sure your not a virgin, I don't even know if I can make it fit" He groaned as he curled his fingers in me hitting my g-spot perfectly. I gasped out loosing the air in my lungs from him hitting that one spot deep inside me that rarely gets touched. He smirked when he knew he touched the spot.

"I think you're stretched out enough" He said before stroking his cock to get himself ready. He slowly rubs his tip over my dripping cunt making me whine. "I'm sorry baby I know how much you want to be full with my cock" He said before slowly pushing his tip into me making me gasp out loud from the stretch. "I'm gonna move in more okay baby" He said before pushing his cock into me more.

"W-wait" I said pushing his chest so he can stop since the stretch was hurting a bit. "tell me when you can take more" He said before moving his hand down to rub my clit to calm me down. "Okay you can go" I say before he slowly pushed the rest into me making me feel so full and light headed. "Gosh I'm so deep huh baby, in your stomach" He groaned as he pushed down on my stomach making me feel it.

"Everyone said that I should date you cause how small you are. They just made it worse wanted to ruin you" He said before thrusting in and out making tears stream down my face from the intense pleasure. "Fuck if I knew you'd be tight but fuck this is heaven princess" He said moving faster making me scream out as he pushed down on my stomach. "T-to much" I cried out as he thrusted faster and faster. "You want everyone to know I'm fucking you so good huh baby, gonna be my good little girl" He moaned out making me clench around his cock.

"C-close" I moaned out feeling so close. "Fuck baby gonna let me fill you up, everyone wanted us together so what do you think they would say when they see you all big and round huh, gonna let me fill you up with my babies" He groaned as he felt me clench around him with all of my strength. "Yes please wanna be full" I cried out as he rubbed my clit making me fall over the edge cumming all over him. "Good girl, that's my good little girl" He said before shooting his thick seed in me making my eyes roll back into my head from the warm feeling.

"Lets get you cleaned up" He said before grabbing one of his towels and cleaning me up but not enough where he clean up all his cum. he stuck his finger back into me pushing his cum deeper into me making me whine. "I know princess I'm done I'm done" He said as he laid me down on his lap running his fingers through my hair making me slowly fall asleep.

A few hours later we both hear a knock ad see Arthur peak his head in before his eyes went wide. "when I told you guys you guys should date I didn't actually think you'd do it merde good for the both of you" He chuckled before closing the door and stopping. "Oh yeah and their looking for the both of you so hurry up" He said before leaving me and ollie both hearing his laughing outside the door making us laugh.

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Notes: This fic I love it. Girl your request are always amazing like the last one 10/10. But anyways I hope you guys like this story and I'm sorry if their is mistakes. Hope you enjoyed!

#formula 1 smut #f2 smut #f2 fanfic #f2 fluff #f2 fic #ollie bearman fluff #ollie bearman imagine #ollie bearman x you #ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman #ollie bearman smut #ollie bearman x female reader #ollie bearman x y/n

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minkyungseokie · 1 month

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Autosports

Stories of athletes in auto sports; Formula One, Indycar, Nascar, etc.. If you would like me to add anyone, just ask!

Includes team principals and certain wags

➤Max Verstappen; MV1

Belgian-Dutch Red Bull racing driver and three time world champion

➤Logan Sargeant; LS2

American Formula One driver for William

➤Daniel Ricciardo; DR3

Australian VCARB racing driver

➤Lando Norris; LN4

British-Belgian McLaren racing driver and Quadrant founder

➤Sebastian Vettel; SV5

German former F1 driver

➤Kimi Räikkönen; KR7

Finnish former F1 driver

➤Pierre Gasly; PG10

French Alpine driver

➤Sergio "Checo" Perez; SP11

Mexican Red Bull Racing driver

➤Fernando Alonso; FA14

Spanish Aston Martin driver

➤Charles Leclerc; CH16

Monégasque Ferrari driver

➤Lance Stroll; LS18

Canadian-Belgian Aston Martin driver

➤Mark Webber

Australian sports commentator

➤Jenson Button; JB22

British former F1 driver

➤Yuki Tsunoda; YT22

Japanese VCARB driver

➤Alex Albon; AA23

British-Thai Williams driver

➤Zhou Guanyu; ZG24

Chinese Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber driver

➤Estebon Ocon; EO31

French Alpine driver

➤Lewis Hamilton; LH44

British Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS and seven time world champion

➤Mick Schumacher; MS47

German Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS reserve driver

➤Carlos Sainz Jr; CS55

Spanish Ferrari driver

➤George Russell; GR63

British Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS driver

➤Oscar Piastri; OP81

Australian McLaren driver

➤James Vowels

British Williams Team Principal

➤Toto Wolff

Austrian Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Team Principal

Some of these arn not F2 drivers, but I'm using this category for the reserve drivers as well

➤Oliver Bearman; OB3/38

British Formula two racing driver, Ferrari reserve driver

➤Liam Lawson; LL36

Kiwi VCARB reserve driver

➤Felipe Drugovich; FD34

Brazilian-Italian Aston Martin reserve driver

➤Frederik Vesti; FV7

Danish Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS reserve driver

➤Pato O’Ward; PO5

Mexican McLaren Chevrolet IndyCar driver, reserve driver for McLaren

➤Arthur Leclerc; AL12

Monégasque French Ferrari development driver

➤Jack Doohan; JD14

Australian Alpine reserve driver

➤Robert Shwartzman; RS83

Russo-Israeli FIA World Endurance Championship and Ferrari reserve driver

➤Théo Pourchaire

French member of the Sauber Academy and test and reserve driver for Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber.

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mignonricciardo · 1 year

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a helping hand | fd11

I’m making it my mission to become the premiere felipe drugovich account and feed everyone!!! this comes from a completely self-indulgent place (and on a few asks in my inbox rn with drugo thoughts)

summary: a certain conversation with your best friend leads to him teaching you some things he learned on the road (5.2k words)

warnings: friends-to-lovers, mostly smut, so much praise, mutual masturbation, handjob, cursing, terms of endearment

“Will you ever let me repay you for letting me stay here?” Felipe says from the couch, legs tucked beneath him as he searches for something on the television.

“There’s really no need to repay me, Felipe,” I answer, reaching to put groceries away on the top shelf. “I’d be staying here alone, so it’s nice to have you here when you’re in town for the team.”

“This is so much better than a hotel,” he smiles, leaning into the couch as he settles on playing music from the television.

“I’m glad you like my tiny apartment more than the nice hotel Aston Martin was going to get you,” I laugh, still reaching for the top shelf.

Music starts from the television, a slower bass thumping from the speakers as Drake’s voice rings clear in the apartment. I laugh as Felipe sings along quietly to the rapper’s new album, turning to look at him as his voice grows louder as he comes toward me in the kitchen. He plucks the flour bag from my hands, placing it on the shelf I had been reaching for. His chest brushes my back as he tips forward to leave the product before leaning back against the counter.

“All you had to do was ask,” he laughs quietly as I keep sorting through groceries.

“You don’t like watching me struggle?” I throw at him, grinning as he scoffs.

He crosses his arms across his chest, “Only sometimes. Consider that part of my thanks for letting me stay.”

I sigh, “How many times have I told you that you don’t need to thank me? I like having you here. I get to spend time with my best friend and not have to be home alone.”

“I hate crashing your place, though,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I feel like I’m disrupting all your plans when I can only give you a few days notice.”

I turn to face him, mirroring his stance as I lean against the sink and cross my arms over my chest, “What plans would you be interrupting?”

His cheeks tinge pink as he clears his throat, “I don’t know. A date? Bringing a guy over? Maybe a secret situationship you haven’t told me about?”

I can’t help the obnoxious laughter that rips free from my chest. Tears are welling in my eyes I'm laughing so hard, and I’m clutching my stomach as I double over with my back pressed into the counter’s lip. Felipe looks dumbfounded when I stand back up, baffled by my reaction.

“You think I even have anyone to bring over?” I wipe my eyes and can’t contain the grin on my face. “That’s cute, Felipe, but no. I promise you are not interrupting my nonexistent sex life.”

“Seriously? No one?” he asks incredulously, eyebrows raised and head tipped to the side.

“Seriously,” I nod my head, turning back toward the groceries still sitting on my counter. “I like it this way right now, though. There’s a lot going on, and I’m so busy I don’t really have time for someone.”

“Not even a hookup?” he asks.

I shake my head, “You know that doesn’t work for me, Felipe. I need something a little deeper than a casual hookup.”

He makes another comment to himself, and we settle back into a comfortable silence as he helps me finish putting away groceries. I tackle the fridge while he places stuff on my shelves, listening to my direction when he isn’t sure where I keep things. There’s a nagging feeling deep in my gut—an ever present reminder of my lack of physical touch as of late. I brush it off, noting that I should get back on a dating site just to test the waters. Settled on the couch, Felipe is still singing along to Drake’s new album as we both scroll on our phones. This setting—a comfortable silence that we could spend hours in—is why we’re such good friends. We’re rarely looking for the hustle and bustle of our other friends. When Felipe restarts the album on the television, I can’t help but let my curiosity get the best of me.

“Do you do casual?” I ask quietly.

He stops singing as he looks up from his phone to meet my eyes. He shrugs his shoulders softly, “I have. It’s not really for me, either. Sometimes it’s the only realistic option, though.”

I grin when he reveals this information, “So is there someone on the road? Maybe a torrid paddock love affair?”

He clutches his sides as he laughs, eyes squinting shut as he leans back into the arm of the coach across from me, “You’ve been watching too much Netflix, querida.”

I swoon at how his voice changes when he speaks Portuguese, always loving his use of the language, and I laugh at his comment, “It’s not so crazy to think, Felipe! You’re this young, successful driver who, by the way, is Brazilian. You speak multiple languages, you’re handsome, you’ve got amazing curls when you let your hair grow long enough. You’re like a full package, no? You’re sweet, love a day at home. It helps that you’re tall, too. Plus, your voice is deep. I know so many girls who would do anything to be with you.”

Felipe is laughing at my comment, but his cheeks are flushed from the onslaught of compliments I just sent his way. I continue as he’s clutching his sides, “I’m just saying! I find it hard to believe you aren’t seeing anyone while you’re traveling or going to these fancy events with an F1 team.”

“Believe it,” he says, stretching his legs out on the couch. “A hand is enough.”

I gasp at his comment, feeling my ears turn blood red and heat rush to my face, “You’re disgusting!”

He’s doubled over in laughter, “You’re the one who was bringing it up!”

“I didn’t ask for details!” I brush my hair back and fan my face.

He grins at my red cheeks, “Just because you’re not seeing someone doesn’t mean you don’t have to finish. You do know that’s alright, yeah?”

I screech as I cover my ears, “Alright, that’s enough! You still want dinner? I’ll start baking dessert now.”

He’s still laughing as I fly toward the kitchen, “You know I’m right!”

I begin prepping things for dinner, grateful to get my mind off anything other than Felipe and I’s earlier conversation. I’d been jumpy around the conversation of sex in any capacity—a clear indicator I needed to do something soon about my pent up frustration. I huff as I tuck hair behind my ears, unsure if it’s warm in the kitchen or I’m still worked up from the conversation on the couch. The silence is comfortable as music continues playing, and Felipe sings along quietly as he scrolls on his phone. I’m reaching for the bag of flour on the top shelf, pushed a few centimeters too far back that my fingers just brush the outside of the bag. I fall back from my tiptoes as I admit defeat.

“Felipe, will you help me? I can’t reach the flour.”

“Finally you’re listening! Good girl,” he grins, jumping off the couch to help me. He’s smiling as he walks over, reaching for the flour from the shelf. I’m staring dumbly, eyes wide and jaw slack as his words echo in my head. Good girl. He doesn’t notice my dumb stare as he sets it on the counter. “Was it so hard asking for help?”

“Thanks,” I manage to get out, staring at the bag the entire time and refusing to look into his eyes.

My hands are trembling as I open the bag, fumbling with the sealed lip. He notices it, taking the bag from me to open it. I try to protest, but I send the measuring cups crashing to the floor with my shaking hands. He helps me gather them.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently, brows furrowed as he towers over me in front of the oven. “You’re acting nervous.”

“I’m fine. I just-”

My words stop, and I just look at him. My hands fidget with the measuring cups, eyes darting to look at the red cups before meeting his eyes. He looks confused, running a hand through his shorter hair and staring at me.

“I’m just a little frustrated, Felipe,” I say quietly, turning to the sink to wash the measuring cups. “Our conversation from earlier made me realize how long it’s been.”

He smiles softly, relaxing into the edge of the counter, “That’s okay, querida. I haven’t been with anyone since right before the season, but-”

“No, Felipe,” I mutter, face burning red as I turn to him and shut off the water. “It’s been a year since I’ve even done anything.”

He stares at me blankly, and his eyes transform to wide saucers as his mouth falls open, “You mean you haven’t even touched yourself?”

My face feels like it’s on fire, and I groan as I tip my head back, “Yes, Felipe, I haven’t even done that! I’ve just—I don’t know, I haven't been able to get there. I’ve been distracted and pent up, and then you just said good girl and I-”

“You like being called that?” he says, cutting me off as a grin takes root on his face. “I’m learning so much about you today. You haven’t even cum in a year, you like being called a good girl-”

“Felipe!” I scold him, face still burning. “Can we please not talk about this?”

“Why, querida?” his voice is quieter, and the rasp in his tone makes my head spin. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed. I just-” I spin to face him, and I’m suddenly hyper aware of how close he is. Did he always tower over me like this? Did his cologne always smell this good? I take a steadying breath as I shake my head to try to find some clarity. He waits for me to continue, hand resting on the countertop next to the long-forgotten bag of flour. My voice is quiet as I continue, “I have tried, but I just can’t get there. It’s like I have a mental block or something.”

He hesitates for a moment, biting his lip before he speaks, “Do you want help?”

“What?” I stare at him dumbfounded.

He’s close to me now, chewing the inside of his lip, and he pushes the bag of flour back from the ledge of the counter. Both of us are suddenly breathing heavier—when did it get hot in here? Felipe’s voice is low as he talks.

“Do you want help? Pointers, maybe,” he whispers. “I have to do this during the season, querida. I can tell you how.”

“Felipe, I-”

Did I want to? I can’t deny Felipe is attractive, but we’re best friends. Whatever this is—whatever he’s suggesting—isn’t what best friends do, but when he muttered good girl earlier or when his chest brushed my back as he put things on shelves for me, I couldn’t deny a part of me had wished it would happen again.

“Use your words to tell me,” he says quietly.

My eyes flutter shut as I heave in a sharp breath. I can’t get his cologne out of my nose, and my brain wonders what his hands would feel like on my skin. Fuck, this isn’t supposed to happen.

“We’re friends,” I whisper. “Friends don’t do this.”

“Maybe not, but you’re my best friend. We get to decide what that looks like,” he says, being sure to move no closer to me. “You deserve to let go of the frustration, linda. You deserve to feel good.”

There he goes again with soft spoken words and those terms of endearment that make me swoon.

“I promise nothing has to change if we don’t want it to,” he continues. “This is entirely up to you, but I don’t want you to make a decision because of me or because you’re scared this changes. We don’t have to change.”

“We don’t?” I ask quietly.

He takes a careful step forward, fingers tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, and his brown eyes capture mine and fill me with a sense of ease, “We don’t.”

“And you’re sure?” I whisper, eyes still locked on him.

He smiles gently with a nod of his head, and he leans in toward my ear, “I’m positive. Do you want to know a secret?”

I nod my head, and he leans in closer so that I can feel his breath on my ear, “I’ve thought about what it’d be like to kiss you. Every time I’m here, I wonder what would happen if I just did it.”

“Felipe,” I breathe, leaning in toward him.

“Sometimes, when I’m traveling and I can’t relax, I think of you, querida,” he whispers, fingers resting on the other side of my face. “I wonder what you feel like, the noises you make, what you like.”

My fingers clutch the countertop, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of Felipe all around me and his words weighing on my brain. He had thought of me?

“How will you help me?” I whisper.

“How do you want me to help you?” he responds, fingers brushing down my cheek and running beneath my jaw.

My breath hitches as the burning path his fingertip leaves behind, “I want you to tell me what to do.”

“Before I can do that, I need you to tell me what you want exactly, linda,” he whispers. “You can say it. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“I want to cum,” I whisper, barely audible as something primal takes over.

“Good girl,” he grins, and a whimper falls from my lips. “Let’s go to your bedroom so you’re comfortable.”

Before I know it, Felipe is following me through the small apartment, our feet echoing down the hallway as I step into my bedroom. Is this happening? He asks if he can kiss me, and I nod my head gently. He rests one of his hands on my cheek, guiding us toward each other, and when our lips meet, my mind goes blank of anything besides him. I gingerly rest my hands around his neck, fingers burying into the short hair beginning to curl at the nape of his neck. Felipe is slow in letting the kiss build, letting me control the pace. I moan when our tongues meet, and I can feel his smile as he continues to kiss me. He moves to leave kisses across my jaw and my neck, and he chuckles quietly at my sharp breathing and stifled whimpers.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers, and my fingers grip his shirt tightly. “Tell me, querida, why hasn’t it been working for you? What’s holding you back?”

“It’s like I lose focus. I-” I breathe in sharply as his teeth graze my neck. “I can get almost there, but then it disappears.”

“We’ll get you there, baby,” he whispers, and my knees nearly give way at his words. “When you’re ready, we’ll get you there.”

He continues his ministrations along my neck while his hands slip beneath my shirt to ghost fingers across my stomach and hips. He’s tantalizingly slow in his movements, laughing against my skin and grinning when I whimper for more or for him to hurry up. Just the feeling of his hands on my skin and the marks left by his lips have me teetering toward an edge I had missed for so long.

“Felipe, please,” I whisper. “It’s been so long.”

“Let’s get you on the bed,” he grins, leaving one last kiss against my neck.

I climb onto the bed, sitting near the pillows with my back against the headboard. I pick at my fingers nervously, watching Felipe as he sits toward the foot of the bed. He leans on one of his arms, sinking into the mattress near my knee, and his eyes trace up my body. A haze clouds my brain and fills my senses with Felipe. My skin tingles still where his hands had touched me. With some gentle coaxing, he has me leaning back into the pillows, hips angled on the mattress as my hair fans out around me. I feel his fingers on my ankle, sliding up the fabric of my leggings before resting at the top of my exposed hip. Another whine of his name falls uncontrollably past my lips.

“You have to tell me what you want,” he whispers, grinning as my hips make circles searching for anything from him. “This is about you.”

“I want you to teach me,” I whisper. “Teach me to feel good.”

“Are you going to be good and listen to me?” he asks quietly, a large hand engulfing my hip. I nod my head wildly, another please falling from my lips, and he leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead, “Good girl. I know you’re going to, linda. Lift your hips for me.”

I follow his words without a single hesitation, and his deft fingers dip beneath the waistband of my leggings to pull them from my skin. He tugs the fabric down my legs gently, dropping it to the floor, and he inhales sharply through his nose when he returns back to face me. His eyes are focused on my hips, fascinated by the wet spot on my underwear, and the whine that falls from my lips brings his attention back to my face.

“You’re already so wet,” he grins, hand trailing from my knee to my thigh. “That’s good, baby. You’re good. So, so pretty.”

“Felipe, please, I’m going crazy. I-”

All my words stop as pleasure racks my body in ways I never thought possible. He’s pressing a single digit to my clit, and the sensation is almost enough to send me over the edge. My jaw is wide open as if I were gasping, but no noise or breath makes its way out of me. I’m utterly speechless and breathless—lost in the feeling of Felipe pressing a nimble finger against me. He makes a singular slow circle, dragging the wet fabric across my clit, and that’s when a high-pitched whine makes its way past my lips followed by a string of expletives.

“You’re so sensitive, querida,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my stomach that nearly sends me over the edge with how close he is to my clit. “You never felt like this touching yourself?”

I shake my head, and he clicks his tongue against his teeth as he shakes his head, “That’s a shame, baby. You should be able to feel good whenever you want. You own your own pleasure.”

I’m lost as he continues his slow circles, and his words string together in my brain. My body reacts to his voice, relishing in the raspy tone filling the room. I’m begging him to take my underwear off before I realize it, and he laughs quietly at my desperate attempts to grind my hips further against his hand.

“Can I see all of you?” he whispers, and I suddenly freeze as his fingers begin to lift the hem of my t-shirt.

He waits for me to answer, and when I nod my head softly, he whispers thank you before gently pulling the shirt over my head. He removes my bra in the same careful fashion, groaning when my peaked nipples are revealed to him. I cross my arms across my chest, starting to squirm away from him because of how exposed I feel.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, hands resting on my hips. “Don’t cover up around me, linda. You’re perfect.”

He begins leaving kisses on my collarbone as my defenses drop, and he’s whispering compliments into my skin as his lips trail across my chest and shoulders. Felipe pays careful attention to his featherlight kisses while his fingers rub circles into my hips. By the time he has made it to the waistband of my underwear, I no longer feel exposed as my fingers curl into his hair. He gets confirmation before he gently tugs the fabric down my legs. A nagging thought in the back of my head screams about being naked in front of him, but I’m too caught up in pleasure to care.

“Felipe, please touch me,” I groan. “Please, I want to cum.”

“You will, baby,” he whispers, pressing two fingers against me again as I gasp. “You’re going to do it, though. You need to be able to pleasure yourself before someone else can. I’ll be here talking you through it, but you need to know your own fingers.”

“Felipe,” I whimper his name as he grabs my hand, replacing his fingers with mine.

I gasp at the change in sensation, his warm fingers replaced by my cold ones.

“Good girl,” he whispers, knowing the term will set me off as it had in the kitchen. “You listen to me so well—so eager to do what I tell you to do. I know you like it when I tell you how good you are.”

“I love it,” I choke out, finding a rhythm against my clit that has me clenching the duvet in my other hand. “Fuck, I love it.”

“Can you go a little faster for me, linda?” his hands are gripping my thighs, and it causes me to cry out as I pick up the pace. Obscene sounds fill the room as I feel the knot forming deep in my stomach, and Felipe speaks lowly as he does, “There you go. Good girl.”

“Can I touch you?” I gasp. “Please.”

He smiles softly, brushing hair back from my flushed face, “This is about you, though. Don’t worry about me.”

“I want to,” my voice is choked as the pleasure mounts, clouding my brain as I squeeze my eyes shut. “I want to feel you, Felipe. I want you to feel good, too. Let me do that.”

“Fuck,” he groans as he stands from the bed, and I stop rubbing my clit to watch him. He lifts his brows as he looks at me, hands hesitating at the waistband of his sweats, and I nod my head as a promise that this is something I want. He follows quickly, letting his sweats fall, and my eyes are met with the sight of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He groans when he sees my expression—biting my lip and eyes wide as I unabashedly stare at him. I reach out toward him, fingers gently tracing along the cock as he gasps, and he lets me dip my fingers beneath the waistband to discard it on the floor.

“You’re so pretty,” I whisper, fingers gently tracing along the veins and circling around the flushed pink head. “Felipe, you’re perfect.”

“Linda, I-” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

“How do you touch yourself?” I whisper, hand softly wrapping around him.

He gasps as my hand grips him, “This isn’t about me. This is for you.”

“Will you show me?” I whisper, eyes cast toward his face as my fingers continue their slow movements on him. “I want you to feel good, too.”

“You want me to show you how I touch myself?” he asks quietly, voice raspy at the overwhelming feeling of my hand on him.

I look fucked out already—cheeks flushed and chest heaving, hair wild and eyes lidded. Felipe agrees, settling at the foot of the bed across from me. We’re propped up across from each other, tipped toward our respective ends of the bed frame to watch the other, and a heavy silence hangs between us. His shorter hair is curling from the warmth in the room, small curls near his hairline, and he watches me with hooded eyes as my eyes trace his body.

“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers, nodding toward me. “Spread your legs a little wider for me. There you go.”

I gasp as my fingers work circles against my clit, a part of me wishing they were his instead. Pleas and his name are falling from my lips in desperate whimpers, and they only grow in volume when I see his hand stroking his cock. He’s groaning as he does, breath hitching and gentle praise falling from his lips as he watches me. It’s a twisted game—watching the other get themselves off. Heat races up my spine as my legs shake, and I can feel the coil in my stomach tightening as my hips buck against my hand.

“Felipe, it’s not enough. Please,” I cry, any sense of shame out the window as I desperately search for something more.

“I’ve got you, querida. Keep going,” he groans, shifting on the bed as he abandons his own pleasure.

His hand settles over mine on my clit, pressing down on my hand and slipping between my fingers for constant friction. I lose myself—legs spasming as I come crashing down. It takes me by surprise. When my fingers stop, he continues to draw out my climax, and I’m writhing on the bed as I whimper with one hand curling around his wrist.

“So fucking pretty,” he rasps, fingers stilling but resting over my pussy. “I’m so proud of you. You did it, baby, even with a little help. You did so, so well.”

I’m just nodding my head dumbly, eyes shut as my hips grind slowly against his hand before stilling. My heart is pounding as blood pumps through me, and it feels like every part of my body is throbbing and heavy with exhaustion. He leans forward to leave kisses across my face and neck, gentle kisses as he whispers praise into my skin. It takes a while before my eyes crack open.

“Felipe, you need to finish,” my voice is raspy as I start to sit up.

My legs are still shaking as I shift to a kneeling position, and his hands steady my hips while I move. Rough palms slide against my slick skin, and butterflies erupt at the warmth of the contact.

“I’m okay, love. This was about you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Please, let me do this,” I whisper, hand gingerly reaching between his legs to brush against his head. “I want you to feel good. I want to know what you feel like, what you sound like.”

He groans loudly, letting a string of curse words from all his languages slip from his tongue. My hand grips him, sliding slowly up and down his cock to feel the velvety skin and protruding vein. I go no faster until he answers.

“Fuck, go ahead,” he rasps, eyes squeezing shut as he focuses on my warm palm around him. “We should’ve done this before now.”

He continues to let praise and comments slip past his lips, interrupted by cursing and sudden groans as my hand works faster up and down his cock. My thumb slips across his tip, smearing precum across the flushed skin, and I can’t help but moan at the sight of his hips bucking into my hand. When he whimpers faster, my wrist flexes as I work him, and I lean forward to leave kisses against his neck and jaw. His hips start to stutter as his thighs flex, and I already know he’s tipping over the edge before he chokes out a warning. White hot warmth lands on my skin, and I relish in the nosies he’s making—trying to commit them to memory before he stops.

“Come here,” he whispers, fingers curling beneath my jaw and pulling my lips toward his. “You’re so good for me. You’re so beautiful.”

It’s soft and warm and full of gentle caresses, and I sigh into the kiss out of pure content. When he breaks away, he tells me he’ll be right back before disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth in hand, and he whispers continued praise and compliments as he wipes my skin clean before turning to his own.

“Felipe,” I whisper as his hands continue to knead my hips and thighs, easing some of the ache that had begun to set in my muscles.

He shushes me, leaving soft kisses on my jaw and cheek, “We’ll talk about it, linda. I promise. Right now, just let me take care of you.”

I nod my head, letting him continue his lazy kisses and gentle squeezes. He kneads any tension from my body before letting me lay back on the bed. He follows suit, hair fanning out around his head as he wraps an arm around my waist. I curl into him, relishing the warmth of his bare skin against mine. We’re like puzzle pieces beneath the duvet—slotting together perfectly with legs tangles and cheek against his chest. We stay here for a while, talking about random things as we relish each other’s company. My stomach suddenly growls, interrupting our conversation as he laughs gently.

“You were making dinner, weren’t you? I’m sorry I pulled you away,” he laughs quietly, reaching toward the nightstand for his phone. “What do you want to eat? I’ll order something.”

“Dumplings,” I grin, tipping my chin on his chest to look up at him. “Thank you.”

He nods, brushing hair back from my face, “Anything for you.”

I listen as his phone is set back on the table, and I wait for him to look back toward me. He tips his eyebrows when our eyes meet, and his smile starts growing as he sees my grin.

“What is it?” he asks, chuckling when my cheeks flush pink.

“Well, since you said anything,” my fingers crawls up his bare chest, brushing over a sprinkling of short hair. “I want you inside of me.”

His jaw drops open as he groans, but a laugh follows his reaction, “You’re really going to hold me to my words?”

I nod my head, “You’re the one who said I should know what it’s like to feel good.”

He hesitates for a moment, eyes searching my expression for any sign I may be lying. My eyes light up when a smile spreads deeper onto his face, and he sighs in defeat as he tosses his chin toward the phone.

“Check when the delivery gets here,” he laughs, and I’m scrambling for the phone before he finishes.

“45 minutes,” I answer, throwing my leg over his hips. “Think that’s enough?”

He laughs as he nods his head, large hands sliding up the back of my thighs as his eyes follow my face, “Trying to make up for the last year?”

I nod my head, grinding a slow circle into his hips. He groans, and I feel his cock hardening beneath me again, “And then some.”

Felipe grins at my answer, using my hips as leverage to push me further against him, “That’s my girl. Always knowing what she wants.”

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vroom63 · 2 years

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Jealousy Jealousy // M.A

Warnings: language, mature, smut, nsfw, uprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slightly toxic (if you squint really hard)

Summary: A picture sent to the wrong person opens a can of worms.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors note: Not beta read or edited, just .. yeah, enjoy

When you had agreed to share a flat with Marcus, you didn’t exactly think it through properly. You’d been kicked out of your former flat due to renovations and Marcus, being the perfect angel that he was, had offered you one of the spare bedrooms in his luxurious London flat. What you didn’t realize though, was how often he had his other friends over, and how attractive you found the lot of them. You had given up on catching Marcus’ attention a while ago, figuring that if he was interested in you as more than a friend, he would have done something about it by now. With this in mind, you had started an innocent flirt with Max Fewtrell behind his back. Well, innocent might not have been the right word, it was more of a friends with benefits situation.

You currently found yourself in front of your full length mirror, trying out different poses to see which showed off your assets best, snapping pictures as you went. You were clad in only a pair of black lace knickers and Max’ green Quadrant hoodie that he had left the last time he was over. Choosing a picture where you were on your knees, legs spread and the hoodie hitched up to show off one of your hips, you went to whatsapp and sent it to Max. Or so you thought. See, moving in with Marcus was not the only thing you hadn’t thought all the way through. You had saved Marcus’ number as M💙 and Max’ as M💚.

Not realizing your mistake, you threw your phone on the bed and went over to the bookshelf to find your next read. “Is there a reason you’re sending me pictures of you, halfnaked, in someone else's hoodie?” Marcus’ voice sounded from your doorway. You whipped around to look at him. You still hadn’t put any trousers on, but the hoodie fell below your ass when you were standing. “Sorry?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turning red. “Why are you taking pictures of yourself in a Quadrant hoodie and sending it to me? Are you trying to tell me something?”. He didn’t look angry, but he was definitely annoyed, and you could not for the life of you figure out why.

“Well obviously it wasn’t meant for you.” you said, retrieving your phone from the bed and checking that you did in fact send it to the wrong person. Shit. “You didn’t answer my question, are you trying to tell me something?” Marcus persisted. “Like what?” you questioned, trying to wriggle free of the question. You really didn’t want to answer. The only reason you were hooking up with Max was because you couldn’t have Marcus, which was shitty towards Max but he knew what he had signed up for.

“Are you sleeping with Lando?” Marcus asked, closing his eyes for a brief second, like he couldn’t stand the question. You stared at him, “Marcus, I have met Lando twice. And he has a girlfriend?”. “Then why do you have a Quadrant hoodie?” as he asked the question, recognition dawned on his face. “How long?”. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was in no mood for you to lie. “Emh, two months maybe?” you answered, looking down at your feet. It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong, but you still felt the guilt filling you. “Right,” his voice was cold as ice, “I’m leaving. See you after Spa.”. Before you could answer him, he was gone, the front door shutting behind him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. There was no doubt that Marcus was angry, but what he was angry about you had no idea.

Over the next few days you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that Marcus was genuinely upset with you. He usually texted you updates on how he was feeling and how the different sessions of the weekend had gone, but it had been radio silence from him since he left for Spa.

Drugo: Do you have any idea why Marcus is acting like the whole world is resting on his shoulders? I know there must be more to it than him having a bad race.

You stared blankly at the text for a few moments. Felipe normally called you whenever he needed something, not much of a texter, which meant that he was in a setting where he wanted an answer now, but couldn’t call.

You: Emh, maybe?

Drugo: Well, spit it out.

You: I may accidentally have sent him a picture that was not meant for him right before he left

Drugo: Right.

You: And I might just have been wearing someone's hoodie and underwear?

You were good friends with Felipe, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t hear this story at some point either way.

Drugo: Please tell me it was Marcus’ hoodie, and he’s just acting like this because he misses you.

You: Did you not catch the part where the picture was not meant for him? And what are you talking about?

Drugo: Are you dating someone?

You: This feels like an interrogation

Drugo: Y/N.

You: No, I am not dating someone. It’s just casual sex.

Drugo: Who is it?

You: Max.

Drugo: God, you can both be so stupid sometimes.

You: What?

You stared at your phone for a good 10 minutes without a response from Felipe. You feared they might have boarded their flights home before you could get an answer. What was he talking about? Both who? You and Max, or you and Marcus? You almost launched yourself off the sofa as your phone vibrated on the coffee table.

M💚: Right so, I don’t really know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna say it. When we started hooking up I knew you did it to get over Marcus, but what I didn’t tell you is that I also knew that Marcus had a thing for you. I know I should have told you, and I am sorry I didn’t. I just wanted you for myself, even when I knew that you and Marcus both liked each other. I am really sorry. I hope you two figure things out, and that we can still be friends.

You felt like you had been hit over the head with a saucepan. Was this some sort of alternate universe? Even if you wanted to be angry with Max for withholding this information, it wasn’t really his to share, so you couldn’t find it in you to be mad. However, this information opened a whole can of worms. Marcus had a thing for you? For how long? Did he still have a thing for you? Was this why he was so mad?

Deciding to take a leap of faith, you got up from the couch and went to Marcus’ room. You found one of his HiTech t-shirts laying on the bed, clearly worn but not dirty. Shedding your own clothes, you pulled it on and got onto his bed. The smell of him lingered in the sheets, and you felt a pang of longing surging through you. Snapping a picture of yourself, you made sure it was clear where you were and what you were wearing before sending it to Marcus. And then you waited.

“You know, there are easier ways for you to get my attention.” Marcus’ voice roused you from the nap you apparently decided to take. When had you fallen asleep? “Marcus?” you asked, slowly blinking your eyes open and sitting up against the headboard. He was standing beside the bed, looking amused. “Is there a reason you are halfnaked in my bed?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. “I think you know” you answered, blushing as you looked away from him. The bed dipped as he sat down, a soft hand on your cheek, turning your face back to look at him.

“I need you to tell me all of it, and then I will tell you everything.” he said, looking straight into your eyes. You didn’t hesitate, this was your only chance to get things off your chest. “I’ve had a crush on you pretty much since we met, but it didn’t seem like you were interested. And it’d been so long since someone had touched me and shown me any kind of interest, so when Max offered a casual hookup I thought why not,” you took a breath, “he knew from the beginning that I liked you, so he knew it was never more than sex.”. It was impossible to read Marcus’ face, but you could see some sort of emotion swirling in his eyes.

“The first time I saw you in the paddock, I told Clem that you were my future,” he started. You could feel tears prickling behind your eyes, “It was a running joke between Clem, Max and Felipe because it took me so long to have the courage to talk to you. I think the whole grid knew about my crush on you. And then rumors started that you were taking a sabbatical from motorsports, and I couldn’t let you leave without knowing you. So I took a chance, and obviously my flirting needs work, because I thought I had been obvious with my intentions for years.” he took a deep breath, and you could feel the tears running down your face.

“I thought I was making progress when you moved in here, you loosened up somewhat. Then you sent me that picture, and I could actually feel my heart shatter in my chest. What bugged me the most was that I hadn’t noticed?” He looked a little uncertain. “We agreed to keep it on the down low,” you said, voice thick with emotion. Marcus nodded. “Anyways, it doesn’t really matter now. Felipe told me to get my head out of my ass, then he sent a very furious text to Max. And I didn’t even know he knew how to text.” you let out a little laugh through your tears. “But you are here, in my bed, and in my t-shirt so I guess that means that you do feel the same.” he said, looking from his hands to your face.

Instead of answering, you surged forward and pressed your lips to his. Marcus’ hands immediately reached for you, holding you close to him as he kissed you back. Breaking the kiss to catch you breath, you said “we are both so stupid.”. Marcus let out a laugh at that. “Stupid in love?” he asked, a smile on his lips. “Obviously.” you answered, “Who knew you were the jealous type?”. He pulled back a little, leveling you with a look that was wholly unamused. “You have not seen jealous yet.” he said, kissing you with a newfound determination. It felt like your entire body was set on fire as his hands roamed over your body.

“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing,” he breathed, peppering kisses down your neck. “Less talking, more kissing” you said, pulling him back up to your lips by his hair. The groan he let out sendt a surge of electricity through you. “As good as you look in my t-shirt, I think I’d like to claim you in other ways,” Marcus said as he pulled back once again, grabbing the hem of the shirt you were wearing, slowly peeling it off you. Another groan left him as he fixed his eyes on you, now only sat in your knickers in his bed. “You are wearing too many clothes,” you said, pulling at his hoodie. The speed in which he got rid of his clothes was probably some sort of record.

Marcus grabbed hold of your ankles, yanking you down the bed so you were flat on your back. The next second he was crawling up the bed, slotting himself between your legs as he claimed your lips again. You would never grow tired of the feeling of his lips against yours. Slowly grinding against you, your frustration with the last two pieces of clothes remaining grew. “Marcus please.” you whined, finding it hard to put together a coherent sentence. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, grinding his hips harder against yours. “I need you to touch me, please,” you weren’t normally one for begging, but it seemed like your brain was not working.

Sliding his hand towards the apex of your thighs, he let his thumb ghost over your clit. Your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, chasing the friction his hand and his hips were creating. Taking pity on you, he moved enough to get both your underwear off as he moved down the bed. Before you could react, his tongue swiped at your slit, flicking over your clit. A loud moan left you, hands taking purchase in his hair. Going at it like a man starved, it didn’t take long before you were on edge, just missing that last push. Seeming to read your mind, he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right. “Fuck, Marcus, please,” your voice sounded high pitched and breathy. A chant of his name left you as he pushed you over the edge.

As you came down, you could feel Marcus searching for something in his bedside table. When he suddenly froze, you opened your eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling slightly on edge with how rigid he was. “Emh, this is sort of embarrassing.” he said, not really looking at you. “Marcus, what is it?” you asked again, leaning up on your elbows. “My condoms are expired.” he said, a bright blush spreading over his cheeks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Why are your condoms expired?” you asked, a smile obvious in your voice. Dropping his head on your chest, he mumbled a response to your boobs. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that,” you said with a laugh. “I said, it’s been a while since I slept with someone.” he answered, still not looking at you.

Cupping his cheek, you turned his face to look at you. “We don’t need one. I am on the pill, and I have never slept with anyone without a condom before,” you said, trying to soothe him, “but if you really want to use one, I have some in my bedroom.”. His face went from fond at the first part of your sentence, to annoyed at the last part. “You’re willing to let me fuck you without a condom, but noone else?” he said, suddenly looking smug. The rate his emotions changed was giving you whiplash. “Yes?” it came out as more of a question than it was meant to. “So what you are saying is that I am better than anyone else?” The smug look on his face made you want to take back everything you had said.

“Do you want to fuck me or not? Cuz I have a hookup on speed dial that can get me off.” you said in an attempt of wiping the look off his face. It worked. “Let me tell you something baby,” he said in that low voice you loved so much, “nobody will ever be able to make you feel the way I do.”. He was back between your legs before you had a chance to wrap your head around what he had just said. “Nobody will ever fuck you the way I can,” he continued, pushing inside you without a warning. There were no words to describe the way he was filling you. An obscene moan left you, nails digging into his back as he started moving.

As he pushed one of your knees to your chest, and angled his hips in the perfect way, he kept hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you with every thrust. “You think Max can fuck you like this?” he whispered in your ear. “No,” you moaned back. “What was that?” he asked, more power in his hips at the next thrust. “No Marcus, nobody can fuck me like you do. Please” you said, on the edge of oblivion. “I can feel you pulsating around me baby,” he groaned, “come for me.”. That was all it took for the tight band in your abdomen to snap. “Fuck,” Marcus moaned as you came, following you over the edge.

“Your bedroom is officially the office,” Marcus said as he rolled off you, pulling you onto his chest. “Oh really?” you asked, clearly amused. “Yes. We have wasted too much time.” he stated as a matter-of-factly. With his hand drawing random patterns and the feeling of bliss surrounding you, you fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in the man you loved.

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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fluffy thursday 💘 : Writing/drawing on Oscar’s arm.

You and Oscar were relaxing on his bed. After a very long day of press conferences and meetings, all the boy wanted to do was cuddle with you.

And who were you to deny him ? One of Oscars hands was around you , hugging you close to his body while the other was intertwined with yours.

Your head was resting on his chest , listening to his heart beat. Looking down at your intertwined hands , you got an idea.

Sitting up in your place , your boyfriend looked at you with love struck eyes “Where you going sweetheart ?” Oscar slurred .

“Be right back” you smiled at him before running out of the room to go grab your markers. Rushing back in , you giddy jump on the bed.

Oscar smiled at you , pulling you onto his lap. “What are you doing lovely ?”

“Can I draw on your arm ?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him in hope to convince him.

The Aussie let out a belly laugh , shaking both of you “as long as you don’t draw a dick , sure sweets”

You gave him a charming smile before opening up a black marker to start outlining your sketch.

With your tongue poked out , you started drawing little shapes on Oscars hand. Very concentrated on your sketches you miss the way the boy under you looks at you.

Oscar looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. He was so entranced with the way you looked so concentrated on your little art work.

Another little giggle left him , making you move on his lap. “Oscar” you whined “stop moving , you’re ruining my masterpiece”

The boy tried containing his laugh until you finished coloring in the drawing.

Once you capped up the marker , you smiled down at him “Voila” you sing-songed.

The f2 champion looked down at his arm to see a beautiful flower colored with the colors of his helmet. Next to it was his racing number in a little heart and you signature.

“I love it sweets” he took out his phone and took a picture of your little artwork before taking a picture of you on his lap.

Oscar entered Instagram and posted the two photos , first the drawing then you on his lap smiling down at his colored hand. He captioned it with “Two artworks”

Pulling back down on him , Oscar wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head while you wiggled in his arms.

“No , you’re going to ruin the drawing” you complained in a kidding matter.

“I already took a picture , besides . If it erases you can just draw a new one” the aussie pondered.

At the promise of drawing again you looked up at your boyfriend “Really ? I can draw on your again ?”

The driver just smiled at you with a love sick smile “Sweetheart you can do anything you want” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips “I love you”

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sugakookie78 · 7 months

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Insecure (Blurb)

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x Mick Schumacher

Warnings: Insecure Arthur (don't know if it is a warning, but just in case)

Arthur has been insecure about himself, no matter how much people praised him. He didn't think he deserved the nice things people said and could never fully accept it.

Arthur was especially insecure about his relationship with Mick. Mick was smart, handsome, and kind, and Arthur felt like he didn't deserve someone like Mick.

One afternoon, Mick walked in to find Arthur crying in his room.

He pulled Arthur onto his lap, calming him down and asking him what's wrong. Arthur tried to find the words, speaking in fragmented sentences, switching between English and French, but Mick seemed to understand the gist of it. Mick continued to hold Arthur, rubbing his back and whispered loving nothings to him.

Arthur felt some of his anxiety and sadness melt away as Mick was helping him. He knew that his insecurities wouldn't go away overnight, but knew that Mick would stay with him and help him through anything.

#f1 #f1 imagines #f1 fanfiction #f1 smut #f2 #f2 fanfiction #f2 imagines #f2 smut #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc fanfiction #arthur leclerc imagine #mick schumacher #mick schumacher fanfiction #mick schumacher imagines

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anikaantonelli · 3 months

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— ❛ ⟡ ˖͢ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 !! ‘ ◌ ⃘۪֗.✦✧

੭* ‧₊° ‘` 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴’ — ౨ৎ

—𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚,, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙮

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ———

౨ৎ anika , she/ her , filipina & italiana , motorsport fan , tifosi; ` ferrari & prema racing ` , kimi antonelli’s #1 fan ᰋ

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ———

౨ৎ nothing yet 🫶🏽

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ———

#anikaantonelli #motorsports #scuderia ferrari #prema racing #kimi antonelli #formula 1 #formula 2 #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 smau #f2 smut #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #ollie bearman #hamda al qubaisi #f1 academy

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2-fast-2-curious · 1 year

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Christine my beloved, do you happen to have any audios for formula 2 driver Clement Novalak hanging around ?? 👀

Finally, someone requests him...tbh he's my favourite on Screaming Meals and I was tempted to make a no one asked for this but here's Clem's post.

And I know he's French but I don't hear his accent that much when he speaks.

[M4F] [Script Fill] You Can Have Your Cake and Fuck Me Too

[Loving Mdom] [BFE] [Praise] [Degradation] [Fingering] [Oral Sex] [Pussy Spanking] [Aphrodisiac] [Multiple Orgasms] [Vibrator] [Missionary] [Consent is Sexy] [Safe Word Mentions] [L-Bombs] [Safe Sex] but still [Breeding] [British Accent]

Creator Reddit: u/Fickle-Dingo

#clement novalak #clem novalak #christine recommends audios #f2 smut #f2 x reader #f2 #formula 2 smut #formula 2 #formula 2 x reader #smut #audios #soundgasm #screaming meals #clement novalak x reader #clement novalak smut

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daddyricsdoll · 3 months

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Benefits ✭ Ollie Bearman

Summary: Going to Ollie's home for dinner is easy. But being friends like this, has its benefits. In this case Ollie wanted his time home to be better than it already was, starting in his sim chair.

Warnings: Unprotected sex. I think that's all, I don't know if hickeys along breasts count as well.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Based off of this lovely request.

“Hey, welcome.” Terri opens the door and pulls Ollie in for a hug, me seconds after. “It’s been so long. Dinner is still cooking but for now Ollie can show you around. I know you've been here a million times but it’ll give you guys something to do.” She smiles, walking us out of the foyer. We both say hi to the rest of his family, his sister questioning if we’re dating yet.

“No, of course not. We’re just really good friends.” A grin arises on my face as I look toward Ollie, enjoying the view of him laughing with his younger brother. He seems like such an innocent and sweet boy, which he can be, but then the filthy words he groans in my ear and the way he uses my body says otherwise.

“Come on, let’s see if they've changed my room yet.” He leads me away, everything getting quiet except for the light padding of our feet against the floor. We both walk in, noticing not a single thing has changed.

“Well that isn’t too exciting. I was hoping they changed it all so I could act sad like they do in movies, and then I’d see an old picture in a frame and all the memories would come rushing back.” I laugh as I walk closer to his sitting body. Grabbing his cheeks and then smacking a kiss on his lips. It was fast and quick, an impulsive decision. But could I say I regretted it? No.

I turn away from him and walk into my favourite room of this house– the simulator room. It’s where we would usually hangout. He would be on the sim and I’d watch, it went on for hours which makes me think how I even managed to stay there for long.

“I knew you’d be here.” A familiar British voice emits into the room.

“Well where else would I be? I’m not going into your parents room.” His chucklee fills the silence of the room as he walks toward the sim. m as he makes his way to the sim chair.

“Still feels the same.” He sits back and stretches his arms out to the steering wheel. I walk closer to him sitting in it he lets out a sigh. “Still feels the same.”

“Is that good or bad?” I walk closer to him, legs brushing against his body and the chair.

“I don’t know.” Ollie grabs me by my thighs and pulls my body onto his. “Would you like to make it better?”

I drag my finger down his face and neck, trailing down his chest. “And how might I do that?” I bite on the side of my bottom lip, keeping it tugged between my teeth as my eyes roam over his face. Ollie doesn’t say a word, instead he grabs my hips and adjusts my body so I straddle on his lap.

His mouth makes contact with my skin, lips lazily parted as he drags it along my skin, forcing my breath to hitch and head to incline toward the ceiling. Going down my throat and toward my cleavage, hands along my sides before he starts undoing the button and zip of my pants. I lift my hips to help him take it off easier before he mirrors his actions on himself.

“We’ve got to be quick, and quiet.” He says in advance to capturing my lips with his. Ollie grabs me by my thighs and holds me in the perfect position before he helps lower me onto his dick. Easily sliding onto him. I begin to take control, letting him lean against the chair and watch me as I try to control my moans.

Biting my lip and sliding my hand up my top. Ollie holds my hips then waist, moving higher each second and lifting my top. Quickly removing my hand so he can take up the job, rolling my nipples with his thumb.

“Fuck. They don’t know, their sweet little boy is getting fucked on his sim chair.” I manage to say between pants. Rolling my hips and feeling him hit the spot endlessly. Groans and moans coming out of his mouth. “They don’t know I’m gonna fill you up and the only thing you’ll think about is my dick.” I become speechless at his words, only moans leaving my lips.

Oliver steals the control from me, leading my body as it moves up and down, meeting his and making our skin slap together. He pulls me in closer, attacking my neck with kisses, trying to control himself from marking my exposed skin. So instead he lifts my shirt and covers my breast with his lips, planting love bites and claiming territory that isn’t his.

My nipples so sensitive and climax creeping up on me, all it takes is his tongue teasing my breasts and the roll of my hips to knock me off and release.

I hide my face in his neck, with hopes the sounds that come out of my mouth become muffled. Ollie pushes my body into him. My unclothed skin rubbed against his clothed.

He holds my ass tightly as he releases; Coming with a groan from deep in his throat.

I ride both of our highs out, the room smelling of sex and the sound even louder.

Ollie helps me off him before going to the bathroom to grab a cloth. I sit on the sim chair with my legs wide open as he cleans me with precision. The only thing on my mind being his dick– oh I hate that he was right– and how amazing it would be if he were mine.

“Friends do this… right?” I ask, watching him look up at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

“Yeah, I guess.” Words uncertain, but I’ll trust him.

He finishes cleaning me, soon doing the same with himself.

“Guys, dinner is ready!” Ollie’s mum shouts, making us both realise the situation and rush to aim to look normal.

“Ok, we’re coming.” Ollie says back, running his fingers through his hair and waiting for me before walking down the stairs looking like two friends, who have lost the definition of friends and call it benefits.

#ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman imagine #ollie bearman smut #ollie bearman x you #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #ollie bearman fluff #ollie bearman x y/n #f1 smut #f2 smut #f2 fluff #f2 fanfic #f2 fic #f2 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 2 #formula 1 smut

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