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kitten4sannie · 6 months

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𝔯𝔲𝔫, 𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔱, 𝔯𝔲𝔫

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?”

pairing: wolf hybrid! san x bunny hybrid! fem reader

genre: hybrid/omegaverse, smut

summary: your boyfriend’s rut has (un)fortunate timing.

w.c: 3.7k

“All of me, silly boy. Everything.”

warnings: hard dom! san (wolf sannie is so mean ><), sub! reader, possessiveness, pet names (sweetheart, bun, bunny, baby, etc), name calling, daddy kink, san has a massive cock btw, degradation/praise, filthy dialogue (i went wilddd), cnc, primal play (ofc), subspace, face-fucking, brief breath play, manhandling, brief blood drinking, biting/marking, face/pussy slapping, size kink, bulge kink, impreg kink, breeding kink, knotting, multiple positions, creampies, cockwarming, dumbification

a/n: this is a major brain rot moment bc goddamn i just wanna be a little bunny that gets eaten up by big bad wolf sannie yk? ughh esp considering san went full alpha wolf mode in that warriors dance performance vid ksksjd. anywayy thank you to “here me out” anon for sending me that primal play ask — i’m sorry it took me ages to post but this is for you bb <3 okay lovelies: put on some mood music, get all comfy in your beds, and enjoy the ride 🖤

song recs: predator by anomy5 (ty haruuu @stardragongalaxy <3), destroy me by mr. kitty, mascara by deftones

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You climbed out of the passengerside of your boyfriend’s truck, taking a deep inhale of the fresh air around you, studying your serene surroundings. There were countless pine trees beyond the clearing you were standing in, going on for miles and miles, swallowing up the land around you. It was the perfect place to have a nice, quiet picnic with the love of your life.

“Oh, bunny,” San called out in a sing-song tone, only the tips of his fluffy black ears sticking up past the top of his truck before he walked around the back and over to you, holding a thick pleated blanket and a picnic basket in his arms. He tilted his head, one of his ears rotating slightly in response to a flock of birds that flew past the red-orange sky above the both of you. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am, pretty boy,” you returned, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, only for San to let out a small, though obvious growling sound, nipping at your bottom lip, his ears twitching slightly. Holding back a moan, you opened your surprised eyes, your own ears instinctively standing on high alert. “San?”

Your boyfriend’s once furrowed brows relaxed, along with his features, making sure to give you a soft, dimpled smile. His body was beginning to overheat dangerously fast, but he didn’t know if he should inform you yet. He didn’t want to ruin such a nice picnic date. “Yes, baby?”

You blinked your big doe eyes at him. “Are you okay?”

San’s eyes glazed over for a split second, a prick of uneasiness shooting through your body at the sight of it. It was instinctual fear, reminding you of the way things would be if you weren’t civilized hybrids — though, it sent something else through you that you weren’t particularly familiar with.

“I’m just peachy, baby,” San reassured, running a hand through his dark locks, giving you a toothy smile. “Now, let’s have our little picnic.” His smile grew wider, pointed shiny fangs glinting in the warm evening light. “I’m starving.”

You couldn’t quite pinpoint what you were feeling, but did you really need to? Not when slick was already leaking out of your cunt and along your inner thighs. Instead of confronting the bubbling situation, you mirrored his smile, showing off your smaller, more rounded set of teeth. “Me too!”

You had shared some fizzy drinks and a small spread of food on your picnic blanket with San, idly chatting about whatever was on your mind, occasionally going into bouts of comfortable silence, your minds unable to stop focusing on the presence of something that couldn’t be ignored. The scent that was radiating off of San was unlike anything you had encountered previously. It was so stifling, so hot, like fire and ember, burning the tip of your tongue and lighting the wick inside your core. Though you hadn’t spoken about it, you were very certain your boyfriend was in–

“Bunny…” he mumbled underneath his breath, his head angled at the ground so that you couldn’t see how flushed his angular cheeks had become, how his eyes were hooded and unfocused, and the drool that was leaving his lips. “Daddy’s not feeling like himself right now.”

Biting your lip, you tilted your head, grabbing onto one of your elongated rabbit ears and stroking it out of habit. “Are…you in a rut, Daddy?” The low growling that San emitted through his clenched teeth gave you all the confirmation you needed. “I don’t mind, you know.”

“Huh..?” San sat up a bit from his hunched position, tilting his head to the side. “You mean that, bun?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, your ears flopping a bit from your quick movements. Your eager expression softened significantly, looking at San past your long wispy eyelashes, swiping at your lip and making it glisten with your saliva. “Should we play hide and seek, Sannie? Or how about tag? You win if you catch me.” San was leaning in closer to you, just as you followed his lead, your bodies drawn to one another like magnets.

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?” His lips were just barely brushing over yours, your combined breaths leaving you a bit dizzy.

You giggled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. “All of me, silly boy.” Your fingers drifted along his sharp jaw and into his hair, your gaze lowering to his lips. “My body.” You left a small kiss on his cheek. “My heart.” You held his heated face as your pressed your lips onto his. “Everything.”

Something snapped within San in that moment. He immediately stood up, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, like he would run out of air at any second. You knew your time with your gentle, loving Sannie was long gone for the time being, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“I’ll give you on the count of three to run, baby.” San lowered his chin and looked down at you past his black bangs, a distant look in his glazed over eyes. They were bright red and glowing, his pupils forming into small slits. “Three…” he began gruffly, one side of his upper lip twitching up slightly to reveal a pointy, white canine.

“Sannie…” you murmured to yourself, standing up from the picnic blanket and taking a few steps back, leaves and sticks crunching underneath your feet.

“Two…” he continued in an eerily soft tone, pulling at the neckline of his t-shirt, sweat starting to become visible on his smooth tan skin. San slowly started to hunch over, his heavy, uneven breaths causing a vaporous fog to form in the air near his drooling mouth.

Knowing how incredibly fast and agile San was, especially when he was in such an animalistic headspace, you found yourself turning around and taking off into the forest in an instant, your heartbeat already beginning to thump inside your ears from how fast you were running.

“One…” San exhaled to himself, reaching up over his head and pulling his shirt off, ripping through it with his sudden influx of strength. He leaned back and stretched, taking in a deep inhale, able to smell the scent of your arousal from where he was standing, despite you already putting a fair amount of distance between the two of you. It brought a delighted smile to his flushed face, his eyes forming crescent moons. “You better run as fast as you can, little rabbit, before the big, bad wolf comes and finds you.”

You didn’t know if it was your instinctual fear as prey kicking in that made you take off running first, or the sweet anticipation of getting taken down by your ravenous boyfriend and truly being put in your place. It didn’t matter, anyhow. You knew that once he got his hands on you, there was no going back.

Rough pieces of wood and pebbles temporarily embedded themselves in the soft soles of your bare feet as you quickly scampered through the dark woods ahead of you, too busy weaving through nearby pine trees to realize you had lost your shoes somewhere along the way.

You didn’t stop until you found a particular large tree, one that was far older than the rest, covered in moss and layers of aged bark, the roots coming out like tendrils and burying themselves underneath the foliage and dirt. Pressing your back against it and making yourself as small as possible, you pressed your hand over your lace-covered chest, feeling your heart pound against the palm of your hand, not very concerned with the state of your somewhat disheveled dress. Not so distant sounds of howling drifted through the chilly night air and into your soft, slightly tufted ears. They twitched slightly, the heat that was pooling in your core multiplying at the thought of what was to come.

San’s past warnings swept through your spinning mind. “Bunny, I’m not in my right mind during that time period,” he said with a concerned, though undoubtedly hungry look in his eyes, “I…end up wanting you so bad that I probably wouldn’t hesitate to take you in any and every way I want as long as I have you to myself…”

Yet, San was usually so gentle with you, so soft when he made love to you, lightly brushing his calloused hands along your body like you were made of glass, his brown eyes brimming with tears, using his lips to imprint echoes of love into your skin.

More wetness leaked out of you as if on command, the pheromones radiating off of San’s overheated body even from a distance sending your brain straight into breeding mode, reminding you that your gentle Sannie was no longer there. Despite this, you found yourself wanting him. You needed him inside you. Needed him to pump his cum into your womb and make you his over and over again. It would be just like the story books. He’d swallow you up and and leave you knocking at heaven’s door — and you knew one thing for certain. He was going to tear you apart. Your lips curled into a small smile just as a raspy, deep voice broke your concentration.

“Caught you, little bunny,” San proclaimed in an eerily calm manner, his words interrupted by his drawn-out, heavy breaths, his bare chest rising and falling at a much slower, more deliberate pace than before.

“Wh-what? How?” you replied instinctively, digging your fingers into the tree, breaking off bits of bark underneath your tight grasp.

“My silly bunny.” San chuckled, shaking his head, getting closer and closer to you. “I could smell how fucking wet that cunt of yours is from a mile away.” His eyes were focused solely on yours, but it was like he was looking through you, as if he was already inside your mind and body — already marking what was his with his presence alone. “Do you want me to eat you up that badly?”

There were times that San teased you, of course, but was always playful. Innocent, even. This was…something else. He definitely wasn’t playing around this time. You knew for certain. You could see it in his glowing, blood red eyes.

You nodded your head, pressing yourself back into the tree, finding it hard to swallow. You wanted him bad. Needed him.

San took a step towards you, twigs snapping underneath the weight of his heavy feet. “Now, now, sweetheart. You have to use your words for me, okay?” He ran his tongue across his large incisors, titling his head to the side. “You’ll let Daddy have a taste of his cute little bunny, won’t you? Or are you going to make me take what’s mine?”

“Take what’s yours, Daddy, please, until I can’t take it anymore,” you requested, your words and sad, pathetic whining sending San into a deeper, more animalistic headspace, revealing it to you through the quick lunge he made in your direction.

Suddenly, you were forced down onto your knees, San’s large hand pushing your head down until you were eye-level with his crotch. San took your hand and led it below his belt, letting you feel what was trapped inside, his rock-hard cock throbbing against your trembling fingertips. He gave you a small pout, almost making you forget about your position until he spoke. “See what you do to me when you act like a needy fucking slut, little bunny? See how hard you make Daddy?”

“Yeah, I see, Daddy. Your cock’s so hard it probably hurts, huh?” you mused, giggling a bit, your amusement cut short when San took ahold of your floppy bunny ears, gripping them tight enough to make you whimper.

“Y’know, you’re doing a whole lot of talking when you should be choking on my cock instead, bunny,” San informed, popping his belt open and letting his pants pool below his waist, his overtly large length slapping up into his abdomen and leaving a streak of pre-cum across his tan skin. Before you could have a chance to breathe, San jerked your head towards him, sliding his cockhead past your lips and plunging himself down your throat, not taking a second to face-fuck you like the fate of the world depended on it.

Slick, indecent sounds began to erupt from your occupied throat, along with your loud, erratic gagging, as you tried to swallow San’s cock without choking each time he rammed it down your esophagus, your eyes becoming wet with tears.

“Aww, is Daddy’s cock too big for my bunny’s tiny throat? Guess I need to stretch it out,” San sighed, squeezing his fingers around your ears as he fully plunged all ten inches into you, holding you completely still, briefly plugging your nose up with his free hand, just to feel you struggle to breathe, your abundant saliva dripping down his swollen balls. San held you like that until your face grew red, eventually letting go and pulling out all the way to let you take a much-needed breath, just to slap his heavy cock down onto your face, rubbing streaks of his pre-cum into your skin. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy…” you whispered in a gravely voice, throat wrecked, barely able to see him past your watery eyes, weakly licking up his pre-cum when he rubbed his tip across your lips.

“Open wide.” When you didn’t open your mouth right away, San’s expression darkened, sending a quick, rough smack onto your cheek, growling, “I said, open.” Your lips parted just as a fresh wave of slick dripped down your pussy. With a satisfied grin, San plugged your throat back up, clutching your head on either side, pistoning his hips, quick and rough, reminiscent of a machine going into overdrive. He fucked your face like you were just a hole for him, nothing more, nothing less, and you couldn’t have been more wet. “Ohh, fuck– Oh god, that’s fucking it. Daddy’s gonna knot your slutty throat now, bun. Gonna fill you up with my cum until you drink down every last drop.”

You gurgled on his rapidly moving cock, his knot stretching your throat open until it was there was a visible protrusion in your neck, San’s fingers immediately feeling it up once he locked you in place, his knot bursting, sending ropes of thick, scalding cum down your throat, forcing you to gulp it down until there was no more.

“What a good bunny you are. So obedient when you’re getting used by Daddy like this,” San praised, wiping remnants of spit, tears, and cum from your fucked-out face, giving you a oddly gentle smile, before pushing you to the ground and climbing on top of you.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse from taking his cock like you did, so out of it, you didn’t even react when San ripped your thighs open, causing your dress to pool around your waist, your throbbing pussy on display for him.

San began to drool, hyper focused on the sight of your bare cunt glistening with excess slick, a low groan leaving his lips. “What a slutty little bunny you are, not wearing any panties under your cute little dress.” He ran his hand down your abdomen, his nails leaving light red marks on your skin until he got to your center. “You must’ve known Daddy was going into a rut and just saved him some time, didn’t you, my sweet girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” You sniffled, swallowing roughly, still trying to recover from the abuse your throat took.

“Mm, thought so.” Lifting you up by your hips with ease, San forcefully brought your pussy to his face, taking a deep inhale of your arousal, leaving harsh, warm breaths on your clit, making you shudder. “Fuck. It smells like you came already. Is my bunny that much of a cock whore, that she had her eyes rolling back into her skull just from having her face fucked? Hm?”

You gazed up at him from below, gently rubbing your still stinging cheek. “Mmhmm.”

“Good. Get ready to cum again and again for me,” San announced, licking one long stripe up your cunt, from your hole and up past your clit. He swallowed your arousal down, licking at his lips, before lowering your hips down to his level, guiding his cock to your entrance.

Suddenly and without warning, San shoved himself inside you with one powerful thrust, bottoming out in an instant and leaving you with a dizzying feeling, your thighs trembling against his slim waist. “O-oh my god…”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna be seeing God once I fuck your whore-hole wide open, lovebun,” San cooed into your ear, putting most of his body weight on you so that you were folded in half, giving you no choice but to take his fat cock in your tiny hole, over and over, until you were indeed, seeing God.

You couldn’t remember how long you had been there, being forcibly spread open for your ravenous boyfriend, his teeth latched onto your neck and drawing blood, your legs, like jelly, trembling profusely as they were held up by your flopping ears, your cum-filled pussy stretching open to accommodate yet another one of San’s knots, fresh tears running down your flushed face.

“Awww, are you crying, baby?” San asked into your ear, his deep voice dripping with faux pity, licking your blood off of his incisors. “What are you crying about, huh? Is it because Daddy keeps fucking his cum into your tiny bunny cunt or because of his teeth marks in your neck?”

“B-both!” you cried out, dropping your head back into the foliage beneath you and closing your eyes once San was finished pumping his load into you. “Can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh, yes, you can.” San angled his head down, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit down onto your reddened pussy, immediately slamming his hand down onto your swollen clit. “This cunt belongs to me. No one else. That’s why I’m working so hard to fill you up with my pups, silly bunny.” He smacked your cunt again, harder this time, leaving it stinging, speaking through gritted teeth, “So, I can do with it as I goddamn please. You got it?”

Your nods gave him the go ahead to continue, pulling out to switch positions again, moving your limbs and body to his will until you were on your hands and knees for him, your cum-drenched cotton tail twitching as you took him back inside. "After all this, you still have such a tight fucking cunt, god– you gotta relax for me, bunny, you gotta let me in," San groaned out, looking down to witness the way your hole struggled to stretch around his wide cockhead.

San bred you like the bunny you were, fucking you so viciously, so relentlessly, he broke your mind, just like he was about to do to your bruising body, forcing you into a mind-altering state of bliss.

“It’s so good! Fuck, Daddy, nnnngh–it’s so good!” You began to press your hands down onto your lower abdomen just to feel how prominent the bulge of his slick cock was inside your tummy each time it slammed into your cunt, convinced by the lewd squelching sounds you heard that you were going to have his pups sometime soon. “Your cock’s so heavy inside…it’s gonna break me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if you break, i’ll just put you back together,” he huffed out, quickly wrapping his thick arms around your abdomen to place his hands over yours, pressing down further, his body flush against your smaller one. “And do it all over again.”

“Fuck–yes–” was all you could verbalize after hearing his heavy handed words, staring down at the ground below past your wet lashes.

He suddenly slowed himself down so you could feel every inch of him inside, the muscles in his abs tightening as he used his core to to simultaneously keep himself steady in his bent-over position and your body fitted against him, his cum-covered cock lodged inside your cunt like it’s missing puzzle piece. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. That sounds good, huh? The thought of me breaking you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your eyes starting to disappear underneath your heavy eyelids, only them to grow wide as soon as San lifted your body up completely against his, holding you by your neck, drilling his cock into you at a new angle, one that forced to you drop down onto him even heavier due to the basic laws of gravity.

“Good, now take my knot, pretty girl,” San huffed, his fingers slipping into your drooling mouth, holding his other hand securely against your lower abdomen, feeling just how full he had made you with his potent seed, shooting more and more ropes of cum once his knot broke, feeling your arousal leaking down his softening length. “That’s it now, that’s a good bunny…”Your shaking body eventually relaxed against his, melting into him, not able to give anything else.

Sensing this, San pulled out and turned you around to face him, pulling you into his lap and back down onto his cock, not to fuck you again, knowing you would actually fall apart if you did, but just to warm him and keep his seed inside so that you would be nice and full for him in the coming months. “My sweet girl, you did so well for me. So, so well,” he murmured softly, pressing kiss after kiss onto your face and lips, gently massaging your bunny ears. “How do you feel, baby?”

Smiling tiredly and ready for a long nap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss back, before resting your head on his sweaty shoulder.

“Full.”

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squinko-moved · 2 years

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anyways im so proud of my kids i thought todays activity would be a little complicated for some of them but they all understood it!!!!!! I got 3 different sized cups and told them to arrange them from biggest to smallest and then we would count as we filled them up with water and I asked them which held the most water, the least water and which one held the “middle” amount of water !!! and the counting rlly helped them I think. a few of them I had to ask if 10 was bigger than 5 and then theyd be like OHHH 10 IS MOST WATER!! and they got so excited when it clicked

#ive also been giving them little stamps if theyre good #so theyve all been helping me clean up which is a godsend bc usually i can only get 2 to help clean #also autumn said the pics i took of the activity and the way I wrote it in the thingy for the parents to see was so good!!!#cuz we have to like enter it in an app thatll get sent to the prents at the end of the day #its like the daily report we enter when they go potty when/what they eat and activities stuff #also if theyre just being cute we’ll take a pic and send it #like yesterday one of my boys was on a bike and he kinda just walks with it #so he let one of my girls sit on the seat and he walked her around the whole playground #and he would stop and go hold on tight!!!! and she would grab his shoulders and he’d RUN #so it was just cute so i took a lil vid and both kids parents loved it!!

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christronomy · 8 months

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Hi!! Its the anon who sent in the chan car ride hard thought with the insta reel, if u remember me. But i have came to give u a new hard thought. First off, HAVE YOU SEEN THE VID OF CHAN DOING THAT LIL FINGER MOVE IN HALL OF FAME?!? i feel dizzy. 😵‍💫 anyways, onto my hard thought, picture this, y/n is scrolling on twt and that tweet that says imagine chan fingering you till you cry (or sum like that i hope you know what tweet im talking abt) and it has the chan vid attached to it, THEN BANGCHAN COMES INTO THE ROOM AND CATCHES Y/N AND FINGERS HEER OMGGGG (also i jus noticed that i used twt and tweet instead of X, sorry lol)

of course i remember you! hi, love! and YES, of course i saw that tweet, and i feel totally not normal about it! i would link them but i can't remember which accounts they're from sigh. also i hate calling it "x" bc cause wtf is that. LMAO

but onto this gem of a thought. honestly, he'd tease you so much if he caught you gushing over those tweets, he'd be so sweet about it though. if you don't mind i wanna add some more to this under the cut cause it just came to mind hehe (it's so long and i didn't proof read. help).

he caught you trying to finger yourself in his dorm room after spending almost hours scrolling through your timeline. you weren't really expecting to see anything interesting, but the only thing that popped up was the clips of him and that finger movement that caught your attention and immediately drove you insane. you couldn't help but keep watching the same clip over and over again in awe. it was just so attractive, especially when he made that certain expression and looked right straight at the camera, almost as if he were looking right at you.

so here you were now, desperately bucking your hips up against your hand, sticking your fingers as far inside your cunt as you could, palming your clit to gain some extra friction. you whined exasperatedly as you failed miserably yet again, not being able to get that stimulation you so desperately wanted.

chan got home a few minutes ago, so he's already been watching you, chuckling to himself softly cause you just look so cute like that—legs spread, face flushed a bright red, fucking your fingers in and out of your sopping hole. you keep going for a few more minutes, until you finally toss your head back to groan in frustration because it's just not enough.

his cock is already twitching, straining in his pants at the sight of you, so he can't help but open the door, and he finds it cute how you immediately close your legs and draw your hand back, the surprise of having been caught in the act showing on your face. he laughs softly and sits next to you on the bed. "what's wrong, love? you upset?" he asks, his tone teasing, yet sweet, and you can tell it's because he knows exactly what you were doing.

you nod and sigh, trying your best to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why you were naked on your boyfriend's bed, alone, when you knew he'd always expected you to wait for him whenever you needed to get off. "i was scrolling through twitter, and i saw these tweets about you... i got curious so i spent a while looking at them, and then..." you trail off with a gasp as he suddenly grabs your phone from where you'd put it next to you on the bed. you try to snatch it back, but he's a lot quicker than you. he scrolls a little bit, his expression serious, and then a smug smile plays at the corner of his lips as he looks at you again.

"aw baby, is this why you were so hot and bothered?" he asks, as he shows you one of the clips he was looking at, the same one from earlier, and your face turns an even darker shade of red as you nod. "that why you were using your cute little fingers, even though you know they're not good enough? you've got me right here. you could've asked me instead of just watching videos of me. i'll do whatever you want as long as i can make you feel good."

you feel like you're melting at the way condescension practically drips off his tongue, and you let him spread your legs for you again, this time using his own fingers to tease your swollen bud. he's such a dream come true. "'m sorry i couldn't wait for you," you start, but he shushes you softly. "that's okay, baby. i'm here now. i can help you," he says, and you want to thank him, but your words are cut short by the almost embarrassingly loud squeal that escapes your throat when he suddenly sticks his pointer and middle fingers in without warning, curling them just right, just like in that clip, finally giving you that pleasure you'd been chasing for hours now.

he watches you intently, from the way your back arches, to the way you clench around his fingers, but his expression stays blank. it doesn't take you that long to cum, and when you do, he doesn't stop. you look at him with furrowed brows, whining from the overstimulation, and he simply chuckles at your expression, not saying anything as he keeps torturing your walls with his fingers mercilessly. he's pushing you close to the edge all over again surprisingly quickly, and once you reach your second orgasm, you're already asking him to slow down, stop for a minute, so you can catch your breath. still, he doesn't. by the time you reach your fourth orgasm, you're already a sobbing stuttering mess as he makes you even more dumb on his fingers, begging him to stop, but that only makes him go much faster, his palm smacking your clit as he does so.

"this how needy you are for me? wanting to get yourself off without me cause of some video? you poor thing, thinking your fingers alone would satisfy you. you know you can't do it without me. guess i just have to remind you, hmm?"

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gridgirldrabbles · 2 years

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Three Isn’t Always A Crowd

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Y/N x Max Verstappen

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: smut, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral sex

Request: Bestie I am inspired by the last vid you posted where Charles is talking about max. Anyways! I would love if you could write something where Max & Charles both like the reader and they’re fighting for her attention but in the end they end up doing a threesum bc both boys wanna prove that they’re the better person for the reader

A/N: I changed it up slightly, I hope that’s okay!!

When you had turned up at the Hungarian Grand Prix this weekend, you thought it would be work as normal before you could head home for some well-deserved rest over the summer break. How wrong you were.

You had been over the moon when you’d been offered a job by F1, taking photos of drivers and the races over the weekend. You’d had a passion for racing since you were younger, and the moment you had picked up a camera it was clear that you had a natural talent for photography, so this was a dream come true for you.

What you hadn’t anticipated was becoming such close friends with a lot of the drivers. You thought you might have been lucky enough to say hi to one or two of them every now and again, but it appears that many of them had taken an instant shining to you. Because of your close relationship with much of the grid your photos turned out better than ever, managing to capture the true personalities of each of the drivers through your lens.

You couldn’t deny that you were particularly close with two of the drivers, getting on well with both of them instantly. Your life was made a million times more difficult by the fact they were currently rivals on the track, both very much in contention for the championship title. Charles and Max got on perfectly well, but it wasn’t like they spent a lot of time together because of their teams. If they were seen as being close friends it would’ve made it harder for both of them on and off track. In fact, the most time they’d spent together that season was when they’d been trying to steal you off the other.

Neither were very subtle in their advances, both making it clear that they were attracted to you with their flirty comments and lingering touches. Not only did they want to make it known to you that they were interested, but they needed the other to know in hopes they would back off. How naïve of them, thinking that the other was going to give you up easily without a fight. Max and Charles were two of the most competitive people you’d ever met, you usually admired them for it, but when they were competitive over you it could be quite tiresome.

Especially when neither of them knew that you’d slept with the other. You were well aware of the fact that it was stupid to sleep with both of them, risking your job and your friendship with both of them if it was to come out. The anxiety the situation was causing you was astronomical, but it was like your body couldn’t control itself when one of them sent you a text at 11pm asking if you were still awake.

You couldn’t deny that the sex with both of them was amazing. Different, but amazing. There was only one other person who knew what was going on and that was Lando Norris, the first driver you’d met when you started your job, as well as your current best friend. It was killing him not to talk about it, being close friends with both Max and Charles, but he knew that it was down to you to choose between them or call it off with both. That didn’t stop the relentless teasing though, you could bet your life that he would make a comment about it every time you saw each other when he was sure no one else was listening.

That led you to now, sat outside the McLaren hospitality with the curly haired Brit as you had breakfast, FP1 wasn’t until after lunch so you decided to have a little catch up before he was too busy to see you.

‘How’s it going with your lovers?’ Lando asked as he shoved his pancakes into his mouth, words coming out muffled as his face got covered in syrup.

You rolled your eyes both at his actions and his question, ‘It’s like eating with a child,’ you said as you shoved a napkin towards him, ‘and it’s fine, just causing me all the stress under the sun.’

He couldn’t help but laugh as you buried your face into your hands, how had you gotten yourself into this situation? ‘You could just call it all off you know, just be friends with both of them instead.’

‘I know, but it’s like my body just gravitates towards them. There’s genuinely something wrong with me.’

‘What’s wrong with you?’ A shiver went down your spine as the Dutch accent flowed into your ears, your cheeks turning a bright shade of pink at the idea of him overhearing your conversation.

Lando looked like a deer caught in headlights so the responsibility of getting yourself out of this situation fell on to your shoulders, ‘Nothing, nothing, I just accidentally left my key in my hotel room this morning, I’m going to have to ask reception for another one.’ Believable right? Max was well aware of how forgetful you were, constantly asking to borrow his stuff when you were together.

‘Well, you know you’re always welcome in my room.’ His hand lingered on your shoulder before he walked off towards the Red Bull garage. You were convinced Lando’s laughter could’ve been heard from miles around as you rested your head on the table and groaned.

‘Lando, you need to help me, I can’t do this anymore.’ You pleaded with him, as much as you liked both of the boys you knew you couldn’t keep this up anymore.

‘Hey, don’t look at me, you got yourself into this mess. They’re both my mates, I can’t get involved.’

Before you knew it Lando was being called into the garage to look over some data before the first practice session, leaving you sat outside the papaya building as you finished your morning coffee. You were appreciating the few moments of peace before you were quickly interrupted.

‘Here all on your own?’ Your eyes drifted up to the handsome face looming over you, a smile plastered on his lips, his red shirt making him stick out like a sore thumb.

‘Lando had to go to the garage, I’m just finishing my drink then I need to get to work.’

‘You can come to the garage with me if you want, get a few shots of the car, or your favourite muse.’ He winked, or attempted to, in your direction, making you laugh. Charles had first figured out that you might be interested in him when he noticed you took a lot more pictures of him than his teammate and it had become a running joke ever since.

‘You make it sound like I’m Michelangelo, I’ve only got a camera.’ You laughed, the pink hue still lingering on your face as it often did when you ran into him unexpectedly.

‘It’s still art, your shots are beautiful, much like you.’ Your cheeks were burning by this point and Charles couldn’t help but laugh, he always knew how to make you act like a school girl with her first crush. ‘Do you want to come over later?’

His question shocked you, he rarely asked if you wanted to meet up in person, rather saving it for a late-night text. ‘Okay, what time?’

’10? We could watch a movie or something first.’ First. Because both of you knew what was going to happen when the two of you were alone together, it was like you couldn’t control yourselves.

‘Yeah, that sounds nice,’ you replied as you entered the garage, ‘now make yourself look busy so I can get some good photos.’ You managed to capture the beauty of his natural laugh, his eyes lighting up and his smile wide across his face. This Charles was your favourite. The one you could have a laugh with, the one who looked most at peace, the one who made you feel butterflies whenever you caught him looking at you.

The day flew by before you could even register that both practice sessions were over. It was nearing on 8pm before you even left the track, your stomach rumbling as you’d only been able to have a quick lunch before heading to the pitlane for both practice sessions. You couldn’t tear your mind away from the bath you were going to run when you got back to your room, trying to avoid seeing Max and Charles together was becoming increasingly difficult, and it was making you more tense than ever.

‘Hey, Y/N!’ You stopped in your tracks as you heard your name being called, turning around to find the Dutchman himself jogging towards you, ‘Do you want me to drive you back to the hotel?’ You were going to call an uber, but you had to admit the luxury of Max’s car sounded much better.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yeah of course, I’m only driving myself so hop on in.’ You caught up on the day as you walked to the area where all the drivers parked their car. That car park was probably worth more than you’d ever make in your life with the amount all those cars were worth.

You slid yourself in to the passenger side and buckled in as Max drove the short journey back to where you were both staying. Soft music filled the car, and you couldn’t help but glance over at him as he drove. He looked undeniably attractive with his arms tensed as he turned the corner, face glowing under the street lights passing by. Max saw you staring out the corner of his eye, ‘See something you like?’

Your cheeks flushed having been caught in your admiration of the driver, ‘Maybe.’

‘Only maybe? Maybe you could come over later and I could turn that maybe into a yes.’ His eyes flickered towards you, awaiting you answer. Your heart sank at his request, as much as you would’ve loved to join him you’d already promised Charles that you would see him.

‘Oh, actually…I kind of already have plans?’ You sheepishly admitted. This was the first time that Max had asked you to come over and you hadn’t been able to. You could tell by the look on his face that he was shocked at your refusal.

‘Plans. Mind if I ask with who?’ You knew he didn’t mean anything by his inquiry, but it made your heart beat faster and your hands start to sweat.

‘Just Lando, we said we’d have a movie night to get his mind off this season.’ He nodded his head at your answer but offered no response of his own, leaving the rest of the car ride in comfortable silence.

Once you’d arrived at the hotel the both of you made your way through the lobby, Max lagging behind making you turn and furrow your eyebrows at his actions. ‘I thought you needed a new key for your room?’

Your eyes widened as you remembered the conversation you had with him earlier, ‘I actually had the spare key in my bag! I found it when I was looking for my lens case earlier.’ You fished around into the bottom of your bag until you pulled out the key card triumphantly. Max laughed at your antics before walking to the elevator with you, arm slung over your shoulder pulling you in to his side. No one would’ve glanced twice if they saw the pair of you, you two had been touchy ever since you’d first met.

As you stopped at your floor Max gave you a hug and a kiss on the forehead, your face unable to hide the joy it brought you. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow?’ He asked as you started walking down the corridor. You replied with a nod and a wave before the doors closed and he went up to his own floor.

The bath you’d been thinking about was sure worth the wait, your muscles instantly relaxing as you sank into the hot water, the bubbles enveloping your body. You could’ve stayed there all evening if it wasn’t for your rumbling stomach, and you knew you had to eat before you saw Charles. Unwillingly you dragged yourself out of the warm embrace of the bath and to the phone on the bedside table to order room service. You mentally made a note to thank your boss for having room service be included with the free hotel room when you saw them tomorrow.

While you were waiting for your food your got yourself ready for the evening. Charles never expected you to dress up for him, he thought you were sexy whether you were dressed to the nines or just in sweats, it didn’t matter to him. You settled on a baggy shirt and your favourite joggers, if the two of you actually did watch a movie then at least you would be comfortable.

Once dinner had been finished it was nearing upon 9:45, Charles had already sent you his room number for the weekend, so you figured there was no harm in heading up there early. You reached the sixteenth floor without seeing another person which you were extremely thankful for, you could do without anyone asking what you were doing outside the Ferrari drivers’ room at this time of the night. You quickly found the door marked 1627 and knocked softly, you didn’t want to be too loud to disturb anyone else nearby.

The sound of a door opening could be heard, but to your horror it wasn’t the one in front of you. The door to room 1625 opened next to you and if there was anytime you had wanted the ground to swallow you up, it would’ve been then. Emerging from the room was the last person in the world you wanted to see when you had just knocked on Charles’ door.

Max caught your figure from the corner of his eye, his face being overtaken by a look of confusion. ‘I thought you were with Lando this evening?’ Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the door in front of you began to open. You could feel your heart sinking into your stomach, knowing how badly you had fucked up.

‘Good evening cherie, are you okay? You look at little flushed.’ Charles’ worry for you soon dissipated as he noticed Max stood to your right, his jaw clenched as his eyes met Charles’.

‘So when you told me you were spending the evening with Lando, that was a lie?’ Max couldn’t hide the anger from his voice, and he had to admit that he was hurt by your actions. If you didn’t want to sleep with him then you should just tell him, rather than making up excuses.

‘Lando?’ Charles’ voice was laced with confusion, feeling like he opened his bedroom door into a private conversation that he hadn’t been invited to, ‘What does Lando have to do with this?’

‘Nothing! Lando has nothing to do with anything.’ Your frustration was evident, your cheeks growing hotter by the second as you tried to figure out a way to get yourself out of this situation. It seemed like neither of them had connected the dots yet and you very much would’ve liked to keep it that way.

‘Why do you care that she’s not with Lando?’ Charles couldn’t stop himself from asking, he knew it wasn’t really his business but it was obvious that you’d lied to Max about spending time with him, so he felt like he had a right to know.

‘I asked her if she was free tonight and she said she already had plans with him.’

‘Well we’ve had plans since this morning so…’ If you could’ve slapped your hand over the Monegasques’ mouth, you would have. He obviously knew you didn’t want Max to know, but you knew that neither of them were going to let this go easily.

‘Can we not do this in the corridor please?’ You herded the pair on them in to the room, shutting the door behind you softly as you took a deep breath. They were bound to find out so they may as well hear it from you.

‘Are you going to tell us what’s going on?’ Max was stood with his arms crossed against his chest, a displeased look plastered across his face. Charles just looked lost, he knew that the two of you were friends but he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t tell Max you had plans with him, using Lando as an excuse instead.

‘I’ve been sleeping with both of you.’ The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, the admission of guilt making you feel like you could’ve thrown up then and there.

The looks on both of their faces would’ve been comical if you were in any other situation. Both were shocked, and they soon turned to look at each other before cringing. You could almost see their minds working to think of all the times you had said you were busy, were you with the other person?

‘Both of us?’ Charles clarified as you nodded your head from across the room.

‘How long?’ Max asked.

‘A couple of months, around when you started fighting for the championship.’ You cringed at your own words, shame filling your body. You cared deeply about both of the men stood in front of you, and it felt like you had betrayed their trust.

‘Can Max and I have a minute to talk please?’ Charles’ question shocked you. You thought they would’ve been directing the questions to you, considering you were the one who had kept your relationships hidden from both of them. All you could do was nod before trudging back towards the bedroom door. ‘We’ll text you later.’

Making your way back down to your room you felt positively sick. How could you have done this? Why did you think this was a good idea? You flopped yourself down on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling as you waited for your phone to buzz, but it never did. You could only assume that the conversation hadn’t gone well, both of them deciding that they hate you and never wanted to see you again.

You had no idea at which point you’d fallen asleep, but your phone was still in your hand and the clock now told you that it was just past midnight. A soft knock could be heard coming from your door, and you could only assume that was what woke you up in the first place. Pulling yourself off the bed you walked to the door, opening it to find the two people you least expected.

‘Can we come in?’ You swung the door open wider to let them both past, both drivers taking a seat at the end of your bed.

‘Are you guys okay?’ You knew it was probably a silly question, but you still wanted to know. They were two of your closest friends after all.

They glanced sideways at each other, ‘We’re okay,’ Max replied for the both of them, ‘We just have a few questions.’ Expecting this would happen you nodded your head; it was the least you could do for them.

‘Who did you start sleeping with first?’

‘Max.’ A small smile took over his face, but it quickly disappeared when Charles piped up with his own comment.

‘So then you started sleeping with me because he didn’t satisfy you?’ He knew it was petty but he genuinely couldn’t help himself. Max had virtually run away with the championship at this point, he was going to take any win that he could.

You couldn’t have stopped the laughter leaving your mouth even if you’d tried, but you quickly shut up when you saw the look on Max’s face. ‘No, that’s not what happened. We just had a vibe.’

‘A vibe?’ Max asked, scowl still very much present.

‘I had a vibe with both of you, Max just made the move first.’

‘Who was better in bed?’ The question shocked you, even more so because it came from the Ferrari driver.

‘I’m not answering that.’

‘That means one of us was better.’

‘No it doesn’t.’

‘Yes it does.’ Max decided to pipe up then, also wanting to know which of the two you thought was better. They were both confident in their abilities and you couldn’t deny that both of them were great between the sheets.

‘You’re both good in bed, I don’t see why it matters.’ The way they looked at each other already told you that they had planned something while they were alone.

‘Well, we know a good way that you could make a decision.’

The way they both stood from the bed and walked toward you almost had your thighs clenching together, but you still had no idea what they had planned. You had a better idea when Charles stood in front of you, his hands cupping your face as he brought his lips to yours, and Max attached his lips to your neck from behind.

You quickly lost yourself in the feeling of two pairs of hands roaming your body, you barely noticed when Max’s fingers started to lift the bottom of your shirt until he was pulling it over your head. The boys spun you round between them, Max’s lips finding yours as soon as they could. Charles focused on removing your bra from your body before his hands cupped your tits and played with your nipples as you moaned into his rivals mouth.

‘You’re both wearing a lot don’t you think?’ You said as you briefly pulled over from the Dutchman, his hands making quick work of his shirt as you turned to help Charles rid himself of his. It was clear that both men wanted you to themselves but that wasn’t conducive with their plan to see who was the best, so they reluctantly settled for taking turns for your attention.

As things progressed, gropes got needier, kisses got sloppier, and you couldn’t contain the moans that fell from your lips whenever one of them touched you. Charles was working on your front, hands massaging your breasts as his mouth alternating sucking on your nipples, his gentle touch sending shocks down to your core like they usually did. Max was back behind you, lips gently biting and sucking on the smooth skin of your neck, undoubtedly going to leave marks but none of you cared. His hands alternated between grabbing your ass cheeks and teasingly ghosting over your pussy which made you more desperate than ever.

Somehow you ended up with your back flat against the bed, Charles perched between your legs and Max kneeling next to your head. No one needed to say where everyone was going, it was almost like the boys had planned this down to each breath. Your joggers were slowly tugged down your legs, your chest heaving as your eyes swept over the two figures around you. Surely this wasn’t real, surely this wasn’t actually going to happen. Maybe they got you all worked up just to leave you all worked up and alone.

Any doubts you had in your mind were quickly replaced when Charles licked a stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit between his pink lips. The sound you made was bound to be heard in the next room, and Max knew exactly the way to keep you quiet. He nudged his cock against your lips and groaned as your tongue swirled around the tip. You knew exactly what he liked, having done this countless times before, and had him moaning in mere seconds.

It was hard to focus on satisfying Max when Charles was doing such a good job in between your legs. He hadn’t let up at all, switching between harshly sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue. If he was being completely honest, he could spend hours upon hours going down on you and he wouldn’t complain once. To know that he had you such a moaning mess to the point where you were struggling to keep your mouth moving along Max’s shaft had him smirking against your centre.

You could feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten, your mind was so clouded with lust that your hand had to do the majority of work on Max’s cock while you focused just on the head. Your legs clenched around Charles’ head and he knew that you were about to cum, so he flicked your clit with his tongue in the way that he knew you loved and had you coming undone immediately. The vibrations from your groans were enough to push the Red Bull driver toward his own orgasm and you made sure to catch it all in your mouth before swallowing.

‘Good girl.’ Cooed Max as he brushed a thumb lovingly over your cheek, as much as people thought he could be stoic and aggressive, he was nothing but sweet with you.

‘Think you can go for some more?’ Charles asked, standing from his place between your thighs, his hard on evident through his boxers. Max knew he would need a second to get himself ready again, so he didn’t mind Charles being the first to fuck you, he had made you cum after all.

You nodded shyly from your spot on the bed, immediately getting onto your hands and knees because you knew it was one of his favourite positions. Max was almost shocked at how Charles didn’t even need to ask you to move, but he knew how obedient you could be when you wanted to.

He ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit slightly before pushing himself into you until he bottomed out. Your body couldn’t help but collapse further onto the bed, head resting on your folded arms as you looked towards Max who was sat on the loveseat in the corner of the room, hand wrapped around his cock.

Charles gave you a moment to adjust before he pulled himself out and agonisingly slowly pushed himself back in until his pelvis met your ass. He set a steady rhythm, watching your ass bounce as you pushed yourself back to meet his thrusts. While sex with the Monegasque started off sweet, it often didn’t stay that way.

The thrusts got faster and faster until he had set a blistering pace, the sound of skin slapping being the loudest noise in the room next to your moans. Your eyes screwed themselves shut as you felt his hand land on your ass, undeniably leaving a handprint for you to find later when they had both left. While Charles was making you feel so good, you couldn’t take your eyes away from Max.

He couldn’t believe that he was watching his number one rival fuck you and he was enjoying it. He couldn’t stop the pace of his hand around his cock, your face contorting with pleasure making him want to decorate it with his cum. But he knew he couldn’t cum yet, he still had a point to prove, and to do that he needed to fuck you himself.

Charles could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft, telling him that you were close to your release. His hand buried itself in your hair before tugging you up so that your back was pressed against his chest, his other hand snaking around your body until it found your clit. The added pressure of his middle finger drawing fast circles around the bud was enough to send you into overdrive, seeing stars as your hurtled toward your orgasm.

With only a few more thrusts Charles joined you, pulling himself out and cumming on your ass as he usually did. Both of you caught your breath while Max went to get you a tissue. While he was willing to fuck you with Charles in the room, he wasn’t willing to fuck you when you were covered in his cum.

‘Are you feeling okay?’ Charles asked, his face showing his concern clearly as much as he tried to hide it. You nodded, feeling your hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweat that had formed there.

The Ferrari driver made his way over to the seat Max had been occupying while the Dutchman got himself situated on the bed, waiting for you to straddle his waist. You did happily, as much as your two orgasms had worn you down you were always willing to go for a third.

You sank down onto Max’s cock causing everyone in the room to groan at both the sight and the feeling. You moved your hips back and forth slowly, your pussy sensitive from the pounding it had just gotten from Charles. It didn’t take long for the both of you to need more.

Max’s hands were glued to your waist, hands guiding your movements with increasing speed as you planted your hands on his chest to give you more leverage. He wasn’t surprised that your body was so tired from what it had already been through, so he decided to give you a little help. He placed his feet onto the mattress behind you and lifted his hips up to meet your movements, thrusting his cock even deeper inside of you.

You were captivated by his big blue eyes staring up at you, and you couldn’t help but smile when he gave you a cheeky wink as his thrusts got faster. You looked over to see Charles enjoying the show, hand lazily stroking his cock as he watched you get lost in the feeling of the man below you. Both men thought they would be more jealous when it came to a situation like this but they were both surprised by how much they were enjoying it.

It didn’t take long for that familiar feeling to build in your abdomen, your pussy clenching as your hips moved faster trying to seek release. Max quickly got the hint and moved one of his hands from your hip to your clit, thumb brushing it in just the right way to make the coil inside you snap.

Max could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly so he flipped you over before pulling out and hovering above your chest, releasing himself across your tits. Charles, who had had to get himself to that point, not that he minded too much, decided on a similar course of action. He sprung up from the chair in the corner and the way you lazily smiled up at him told him everything he needed to know as he added his own cum to the mix on your chest.

Both boys could’ve exploded as you swiped a finger across the liquid now covering you and brought it to your lips to suck it off. They cleaned you off gently, and if you weren’t so tired you would’ve seen the pair of them glance at each other as they settled down either side of you.

Max got you a glass of water while Charles lovingly brushed his hands through your hair, your eyes closing at the relaxing, familiar feeling. Your body had certainly been through a lot that evening, far more than you were expecting, so you were ready to send both boys on their way and curl up into bed.

The silence of the room was stark compared to the sounds that had filled it only moments before, and you were almost certain they had both fallen asleep until Max’s voice broke the peace.

‘So who was better then?’

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