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lovelytsunoda · 7 months

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the right temperature to be keeping you warm // daniel ricciardo (kinktober day 6!)

summary: she’s not used to october being as warm as it is when she joins daniel in perth for thanksgiving. the heat is unbearable, and daniel has a fun way to cool her down.

prompt: temperature play

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

warnings: ice play, lots of giggling and laughter, daniel is incapable of taking anything seriously.

"jesus, danny, it's just at hot inside as it was on the patio! at least in here there's a bit of a breeze from the fan!" she groaned, falling back against the sofa, sweat-marred tank top plastered to her skin.

she considered herself lucky she was wearing pumpkin orange and not white, otherwise everybody in a ten mile radius could probably see her bra.

danny laughed, taking the shopping bags into the kitchen. "is it not usually this hot in october back in canada?"

"uh, no? there was one year it snowed in october. like, on halloween. canadian weather doesn't make sense, usually our octobers are just wall-to-wall rain."

"sorry, sugar. i can't control the weather, unfortunately." danny hummed, opening the freezer to grab two mr. freeze ice lollys.

his lover was still lying on the couch, arm thrown over her closed eyes while she used her free hand to dan her face. with a devilish grin on his face, danny sat next to her on the couch, eyes trained on where her shirt had ridden up to show off her midriff.

holding the freezie carefully, he pressed the wrapper against her stomach, the thin layer of ice melting almost as soon as it touched her belly. she shrieked, jumping slightly. daniel laughed, moving to pull the freezie away before she gripped his wrist, pulling the coldness back to her skin.

she rolled her eyes at the aussie, shuffling so her crossed feet rested on her boyfriend's lap. "i'm annoyed at you for making a joke out of this, but it feels nice. refreshing. it's cooling me down."

danny raised an eyebrow. she looked up at him through her eyelashes, blinking slightly before she realized that daniel had the look.

and god help anyone who got between daniel and his love when he had the look.

danny pulled away from her, taking the mr.. freeze with him as he went back to the open kitchen, large windows letting in the light and illuminating his silhouette like some kind of greek god or adonis.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"close the blinds and take off you clothes!" danny shouted back. "just trust me on this! leave your bra and panties on, though!"

she rolled her eyes, forcing herself to get up from her position of rest on the couch. she was glad to get out of her sweat-stained clothes anyways, flipping the white blinds closed in one twist of the plastic tab before she began to undress.

danny came back into the living room with a tray of ice cubes in his hand and a devious look on his face. because he had an idea. a very good, definitely not sexual idea. read: the idea was almost entirely sexual.

he beckoned y/n back over the couch, instructing her to lay down and get comfortable. out of the corner of her eyes, she kept trying to give danny a questioning look, hoping he would tell her literally anything at all.

"patience, pretty girl." he grinned, popping an ice cube out of the silicone tray. "good things come to those who wait. literally."

she playfully stuck her tongue out as daniel settled in next to her, placing the ice cube on her burning skin, gently pushing it over her belly button. he was attentive, watching the way goosebumps rose on her skin, the small trail of water that the ice cube left behind as he chauffeured it around on the edge of his finger.

the way she sucked in a breath, biting her lip to stop from whining.

he smiled roguishly, bringing his head down towards her stomach and sucking the ice cube into his mouth. at the feeling of his warm lips contrasting with the icy cold of the ice cube on her stomach, she gasped, arching into danny. he smiled against her, using his tongue to push the cube around her skin.

she moaned at the sensation, an honest to god moan. “oh, danny.” she breathed, tangling her hands in his hair, and giving one of his curls a tug.

daniel moaned, the ice cube slipping out of his mouth and sliding right off her skin and onto the couch. they both laughed as daniel reached for another one.

“is this making it better, pretty girl?”

“much.” she hummed, running her thumb over his cheekbones. “but I need more. I need you to eat me out.”

daniel laughed before softly kissing her thigh, running his cold tongue over her skin, watching her lips curve upwards in a smile.

"my pretty girl." he mumbled, snaking his chilled fingers underneath her cotton panties, slowly teasing them down her legs. "such a good fucking girl for me."

he drew back, making a show out of dramatically placing the ice cube into his mouth before leaning back in, running the ice cube gently over the skin around her entrance.

"fuck, danny."

"the condensation from the ice cube was mixing with the evidence of her arousal, making it almost impossible for daniel to keep a grip on it. the ice cube slipped out of his mouth a few times before he gave up, allowing it to fall to the couch cushions.

"so worked up for me, sugar. yeah, you're so wet for me that i can't even hold the ice cube against you. slips right outta my mouth."

he couldn;t wait any longer, pressing his tongue up against where she ached for him most. she let out a strangled moan, thighs threatening to close around his head.

daniel smiled against her, ready to immediately shower her with all the praise she could need.

and there would be lots and lots of praise, because it was going to be a very long afternoon spent tucked between the thinnest sheets in his linen closet and showing her all the ways in which he loved her and her sexy body.

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@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @diorleclerc @mignonricciardo @oconso @monzabee @thatsdemko @userlando @httpiastri @love4lando

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #kinktober: tasias Version #formula one x reader #formula one smut #f1 smut #f1 imagine #the cozy collection 2023 #Spotify

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lovelytsunoda · 7 months

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pour some sugar on me // yuki tsunoda (kinktober day 2!)

summary: a little bit of lavender candle oil and a hot masseur can make a long, gruelling day at work (and some serious back strain) have a very happy ending

pairing: yuki tsunoda x female! reader

prompt: wax play/massage oils

she moaned softly as yukis hands roved over her back, slender thumbs working out the knots in her lower back. she reached back with one hand, gently grasping his hand in hers. she was naked, save for the plush blanket that covered her bottom half, pebbled nipples pressing into the towel they’d put down on the bed.

“how are you doing, pretty girl?”

“good.” she hummed, resting her head against her forearm. “really good. is the candle ready? my shoulders are still really tight and the oil might help.”

“you work too hard. your back always hurts from sitting at a desk all day.”

she snorted, turning her head to face her lover as he stepped towards the nightstand, where the massage oil candle was burning, filling the room with a heady lavender scent.

“i have a desk job, babe. i can’t really control that.”

yuki shook his head, blowing out the candle. “you can take breaks, can you not? stretch your back out, fix your posture.”

“I’ve been trying to fix my posture since I was seventeen.”

"then you need to try a little harder, or you're going to look like esteban." yuki chuckled, straddling her back. he leaned down, kissing the back of her neck softly. "let me know if this is too much. if the oil is too hot, please say something, i don't want to hurt you."

she nodded, brushing her hair over one shoulder "i promise."

yuki tilted the candle, letting the warm lavender oil drip over the spout on the side of the jar, a few droplets falling to his lover's back. she inhaled sharply as the liquid touched her skin, humming in pleasure as yuki gently poured more over her spine.

his hands were warm as he pushed the oil over her back, the gentle, earthy scent filling the room as his fingers worked it into her muscles. she whimpered under his touch, humming and moaning in pleasure at the sensations, the muscles loosening under his fingers.

yuki closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to focus on literally anything else, feeling himself start to grow hard underneath his sweatpants. tonight was supposed to be about her, not him.

“this feels nice.” she hummed. “you always know exactly where the knots are.”

outside she may have been fine, but she was throbbing. after this massage, she was likely going to need another , less holy one. he poured more oil on her lower back, using the heels of his hands to massage it into her muscles. unconsciously, she lifted her body, her ass brushing against yukis crotch.

they both paused, biting back gasps.

Yuki drew back, taking a chance as he pulled back the plush blanket, running his hands over the globes of her ass before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to her lower back, scrunching up his face at the residual taste of the massage oil.

“you’re fucking stunning, angel.”

he picked up the candle, swishing it around to see if there was any liquid oil still left before he poured some of the rapidly cooling liquid onto his hands, massaging it into the flesh of her ass.

with every touch, squeeze of the flesh or massage-like motion, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, small, dainty moans leaving her mouth.

“yuki, baby. please don’t stop.”

“whatever you need, pretty girl. just wanna make you feel good.” he grunted, firmly squeezing one of her ass cheeks. “can I touch you?”

“you’re already touching me.”

he clicked his tongue. “i meant can I put my fingers inside of you? spread that pretty pussy of yours on my fingers?”

“only if you promise it’ll be followed by your cock, because I cannot handle being teased right now.”

and it was true. her breasts were so sensitive that it almost hurt to have them pressed against the mattress, and she was throbbing so much that she was convinced she’d simply ache forever if her doting boyfriend didn’t do anything about it.

yukis fingers brushed up against her slit, evidence of her arousal dripping onto his hand. he groaned, slipping two fingers in. she was so wet that they could both hear the squelching his fingers made as he plunged them in and out of her, fingertips brushing against her spongy walls.

“fuck, yuki. please.” she moaned, rutting back against him. “need more.”

“you’ve already got two fingers, baby.” he cooed, pinching the flesh on her backside. “do you think you’re ready to take my cock? you’ve been dripping all over my fingers, sweet girl.”

“yes, yes I’m ready for your cock!” she practically shouted, whimpering as yuki withdrew his fingers.

he was gentle, maneuvering her body to place a pillow underneath her pelvis (he’d be in charge of making sure the pillowcase made it to the laundry later, and that a matching one was dug out of the linen closet, lest the pillows on the bed not match each other). it was less strain on her already achy back, and it created a much more interesting angle.

she turned her head to try and get a view of her lover as he withdrew his cock from his sweatpants, the tip pink and hard as he ran his thumb over it, shuddering at the contact.

“shit, princess. i can’t wait to get inside of you. you’re always so good for me, so warm and wonderful. so mine.” he praised, running the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips. she was so wet that he thought he’d get sucked right in.

he tried to ease in slowly; it had been at least a week since they had last properly enjoyed each other, and he didn’t want to push her too far. she gasped as he entered her, fingernails curling around the edge of the pillow under her head.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” yuki encouraged, reaching for her hand. “I’m right here.” he dropped his head, kissing the side of her head. “i love you, darling.”

“i love you, too.” she hummed, resting her head against his.

“let me know when I can move.”

the way his arms rested on either side of her body was comforting, the way his fingers laced through hers to keep her grounded. with every thrust, he hit deeper, her body arching into his.

“fuck, babe. feels so good.” she whined, trying to keep her body steady. “i love your cock.”

“that’s my girl, taking me so well.” yuki cooed, voice breathy in her ear. “so good for me. how’s your back? i take it the pain is gone?” he laughed gently, pressing a kiss to the skin behind her ear.

“i don’t even feel it. if racing doesn’t work out, you should try massage therapy.”

“this treatment plan is only for you, pretty girl.” his thrusts sped up, hips moving faster. she writhed underneath him, providing the perfect opportunity for yuki to take one of her breasts in his hand, loving on it and toying with the mass of flesh in his hand.

“oh, yuki, please keep doing that.”

he tweaked her nipple, lips coming down to kiss her shoulder as he massaged her front, the side of her face pressed into the pillow. her eyes were shut, hair sweaty and matted to her face, juices dripping onto the towel they’d laid down earlier. she could barely form words.

no worries, she had always been on the more quiet side during sex before anyways, as had yuki. they mostly relied on how well they knew each other, non-verbal cues and soft touches.

“how are you feeling, my darling darling girl? are you close? I can feel you squeezing my cock.”

“yeah, yeah, I’m close.” she squealed, nails digging into yukis palm as she reached again for his hand. it was something she needed, that grounding touch. it was almost like she got off on the feeling of being safe and in love and secure with her partner.

“let me take you there, princess. come for me, darling.” he encouraged, lips in her hair as a few beads of sweat dripped down his face. “make me proud, pretty girl.”

she came with a cry, burying her face in the crisp olive sheets. yuki stilled above her, his hips stuttering while the rest of his body remained stationary, painting her walls white.

“I’ve got you, princess. my love, my treasure. my beautiful, smart girl.” he cooed, kissing the back of her hand. “tell me how you feel. what you need.”

she loved how attentive he was. his constant check-ins, his praise. how he was gentle even when he was rougher, how he knew exactly what she needed and when and why.

she sighed, vision hazy as she turned to look at her lover. “tired. worn out. but I’m a good way. I kind of want a shower, and then maybe the heating pad on my back for a bit?”

yuki eased off her, clumsily wiping his dick off in the towel before redressing in his nike sweats. he gently helped her roll over, and then guided her to sit up to they were facing each other.

“of course, love. do you need any help in the shower, or should I get the bed ready?” he kissed her forehead, smoothing her hair behind her ears.

“just get the bed ready. I’m leaving you in charge of picking a movie, and if I fall asleep, you have to tell me what happened.”

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#yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda x reader #kinktober: tasias version #formula one x reader #f1 smut #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #the cozy collection 2023 #Spotify

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lovelytsunoda · 7 months

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she sells sanctuary // charles leclerc (kinktober day 5!)

summary: she wasn’t expecting him to be home so soon. and now that he is, she can’t stand seeing him so exhausted. a warm shower should fix that, right?

paring: charles leclerc x female! reader

prompt: shower/bath sex

warnings; inappropriate use of a shower, sex in a shower, french pet names, kinda sorta p*rn without plot and goes from 0 to 100 real quick. definitely not my favourite of the kinktober blurbs, but i think it turned out alright save for the underwhelming ending.

she could tell charles had come home as soon as she got through the door. his suitcase was by the kitchen island, his designated airplane crocs strewn across the front hall. the sound of the shower travelling down the penthouse hallway.

but more so, the apartment felt happier.

smiling to herself, she began to walk down the hallway to the bathroom, first shedding her blazer, then her blouse and her skirt in a trail down the hallway, ending with her garter belt and stockings. she stood in front of the bathroom door in nothing but her baby blue lingerie set, gently pushing the door open and plunging headfirst into the steamy room.

she rapped on the foggy shower glass, capturing charles attention before she began to strip out of the clothing that remained on her body, her lovers eyes trained on her through a small space on the glass that he had wiped clear with the palm of his hand. she stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over her as she cupped Charles’ face.

“I’ve missed you, mon cher.”

charles leaned in and kissed her, water droplets falling off his skin and onto hers. “I’ve missed you more, mon ange. your voice, your laughter. your stunning body. the way you scream my name when I’m inside you.”

"you're home early."

charles shrugged. "i traded flights with max." he kissed her, warm water from the shower falling between their lips. "missed you too much."

"i'm glad you're home, my love." she looped her arms around charles neck, pressing her naked body up against his.

he kissed her softly, but the kiss didn't remain soft for long: her pebbled nipples pressing into his chest, his cock growing harder between their bodies, the warm water from the shower head pelting their bodies.

it felt eerily similar to their first kiss, which had happened mid-rainstorm.

mindful of the slippery shower floor, charles was careful in maneuvering her body so her front was pressed flush against the glass, breasts pressed up against the cool surface, hands leaving prints in the fog.

charles kissed the back of her neck, his lips warm against her cool skin, not quite acclimated to the temperature in the bathroom. she hummed under his touch, barely audible over the sound of the rain head.

"can i have you, mon amour? show you how much i missed you?"

"yes, charles. please."

charles slid into her gently, not wanting their little escapade to land them both in the emergency room, trying to justify their broken bones. not only that, but he truly wanted to show the love of his life just how much he had missed her body, and how much he treasures her.

“oh, cha.” she breathed gently, cheek pressed against the glass as she moved her head to the side, humming at his deep, gentle strokes. “fuck, I’ve missed this.”

“I know, cherie. I haven’t been treating you right. but I’m here now.” charles said reverently, holding her hip as he thrust into her again, a little quicker this time.

she moaned against him, back pressed to his chest and warm water streaming down both of their bodies. she’d missed the way he filled her up, made her feel giddy with lust.

“god, I’ve missed this feeling.” she breathed, whimpering as her lovers cock scraped against her walls. “missed having you near me. touching me. my fingers aren’t enough.”

"don't worry, angel. i'm here now, whenever you want me you just need to say the word. that's what i'm here for."

she moaned again, clenching around charles' member as he continued to thrust inside of her, squeezing her hips tightly, skin smacking into skin.

"charles, i think-" she couldn't finish the sentence, panting and out of breath as she moaned again, her walls clamping down on her lover.

"it's okay." charles soothed, lips against her skin and he breathed the words. "i've got you."

she came with a cry of his name, soaking his cock with the evidence of her climax. she was exhausted, but still craved more. needed more.

charles slipped out of her quickly, and she watched as he jerked his cock a few times, enough to send his seed spilling out over the shower floor and down the drain.

"well, i don't think this shower got you any cleaner." she said softly, nibbling on her bottom lip. "but if we head to the bed for another round and get even dirtier, you could have another one later?"

charles laughed, kissing her forehead before turning off the shower head. "i'd like that very much. have to make up for how much i missed you, ma cherie."

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #formula one x reader #kinktober: tasias Version #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #charles leclerc pov #Spotify #the cozy collection 2023

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lovelytsunoda · 7 months

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you sexy thing // clement novalak (kinktober day 4!)

summary: someone has been watching a little too much magic mike lately.

pairing: clement novalak x female! reader

prompt: striptease

warnings: listen guys it’s all in the summary. probably no full fledged smut here, otherwise it would be far too long for a kinktober blurb so instead it's just gonna be real spicy and giggly and basically like a magic mike movie.

"clement, what are you doing in there?"

"one minute, sweetheart! i'm almost ready!"

"ready for what?" she whined, falling back against the bed, hair fanning out behind her.

she was used to this: clement getting an idea in his head and often refusing to tell her about it until the last second.

clement novalak loved his little surprises, but sometimes, surprises were the last thing on y/n's mind.

"just be patient!" clement tsked from the ensuite. "i promise it's going to be worth it!"

“if you say so.” she laughed, picking up her phone and beginning to mindlessly scroll through her apps of choice, curled up by the headboard and waiting for her lover to return.

“okay, okay. you can look now.” clem giggled, moving to stand by the foot of the bed, resting a bluetooth speaker on their shared dresser.

she looked up from her phone, barely stifling a grin as she dropped her phone. her eyes roved clems body as she shifted positions on the bed, perching herself at the edge.

he was dressed in a white tank top and leather jacket, blue skinny jeans that hugged his thigh muscles and perfect ass, and a pair of aviator sunglasses covered the eyes that she adored so much.

“clement, what are you doing?”

“let me show you, sweet girl.”

he reached for his phone, tapping on a the screen a few times before a seventies rnb song began to play from the speaker.

“i believe in miracles, where you from, you sexy thing.”

clem dramatically cast off the sunglasses, one hand over his belt buckle as he began to sway his hips, poking his groin out sharply in her direction.

“oh. my. god.” she giggled. “someone’s been watching too much magic mike lately.”

he swayed his shoulders with the music, moving with the easy going beat as he rolled his hips, pulling the jacket off, but making a show out of it, letting the leather dangle off his elbows.

he slipped the rest of the jacket, whipping it towards the closet door before teasingly pulling up the hem of his tank top, exposing his delicious abs for nobody except his girlfriend to see.

“i feel like i should be tucking one pound notes into your boxer shorts.” she giggled, but it was clear she was starting to get flustered, nipples pressing against the padding of her bra.

“you can touch me, darling.” clem grinned, guiding her hand towards his abs. “this is all about you.”

she could hardly contain the giddy smile on her face as she ran her hand up clement's sculpted stomach, feeling every ridge of muscle under her palm, every undulation as he moved his body sinfully.

he truly was a god of a man.

clem stepped back just slightly, enough that she was no longer caressing him, pulling the tank top over his head and tossing it towards her. she caught it with a laugh, not oblivious to the way that his skin glimmered in the light, the easygoing soul song playing in the background as he crouched down, placing one hand on the floor behind him before bucking his hips up, the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans.

from the bed, y/n playfully wolf-whistled, wondering why she had ever preferred channing tatum's film when watching her boyfriend perform the real thing was far more attractive.

"where did you come form angel? how did you know i needed you?"

"oh, now you're just teasing." she giggled, watching clem slip his fingers into his belt loops, playfully shifting the way the waistband rested, providing the cheekiest of glimpses at his happy trail.

"that's the point, love." he laughed. clem stepped towards the bed, undone jeans hanging off his hips and exposing a sliver of the deep blue underwear he was wearing. "dance with me, pretty girl?"

she slipped her hands into his, rising from the bed and allowing clement's hands to guide her body: one leg tossed over his, one arm around his neck and the other on his bare chest.

she gasped as clement began to guide the dance, his member brushing against her damp panties. she bit her lip to stop a moan, using the hand that was on his chest to cop another feel, roving her hand up and down his chest before slipping it into his jeans and cupping his erection.

"i love you." she whispered huskily, chasing his lips for a kiss that was mostly tongue and teeth.

"i love you more, pretty girl."

she slipped her hand further into his jeans, stopping to widen her eyes when her hand found bare skin instead fo breathable fabric.

"clement novalak, please tell me you are not wearing a g-string."

"okay." clem grinned, trying not to laugh. "it's not a g-string, it's a thong."

"why the fuck would you do that?"

"to try and turn you on, of course." he laughed. "lie back on the bed pretty girl, and i will gladly take off my pants to show you. i've still got a couple dance moves left i haven't tried yet."

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#clement novalak #clement novalak x reader #kinktober: tasias Version #formula 2 smut #f2 x reader #clement novalak x you #the cozy collection 2023 #Spotify

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lovelytsunoda · 8 months

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slippery when wet // david malukas (kinktober day 1!)

summary: she looks so good in her halloween costume, and all he wants is to bury his head between her thighs until she screams his name. even if it is in pato’s bathroom.

prompt: semi-public sex

pairing: david malukas x female reader

warnings: bathroom sex, david has an eensie weensie little bit of a corruption kink, sting ray gets traumatized

she looked so innocent, dancing with lissie and elba, her tight white dress hugging her curves. the dress was a decent length, down to just above her knees, but in davids hungry eyes, it was downright indecent.

the trio had dressed for the occasion: a triplets costume as kiss, marry and kill appropriately. elba was kiss, lissie was kill and y/n was marry, a charming white veil falling over her hair.

david malukas was smitten, it was an open secret.

there was nothing he wanted more than to hike his girlfriends skirt up to her waist, rip her lacy panties in half and bury his head between her thighs until she cried from overstimulation.

“dude, stop undressing her with your eyes. it’s getting creepy.” pato o’ ward laughed, placing a red solo cup in front of him. “i get that you two are in love or whatever, but I do not want to hear you two having sex in the trailer before a race.”

“but it’s my good luck charm.” dave joked, finally managing to tear his eyes away from his lover “don’t worry, i wouldn’t do that to you. I respect you guys too much. sting ray on the other hand…gosh he’s fun to fuck with.”

“if you could stop being madly in love for five minutes, maybe you’d actually get something done.” pato joked, nudging his shoulder

well, how could dave get anything done when all he wanted to do was her?

he slipped behind her, resting his hands on his lovers waist before leaning down to rest his chin on the top of her head. she hummed in content, leaning into his touch, placing one hand on top of his.

lissie and elba gave them a knowing look before drifting off to find their respective partners: marcus was out on the porch with the other ganassi boys and elbas husband had long since vanished after pato sent him on a beer run.

“your friends didn’t have to leave.”

“they did when you gave me bedroom eyes.” y/n laughed, mimicking her boyfriends ‘fuck me’ eyes before she kissed him softly, turning around in his touch so she could hug him.

one of davids hands come down to gently squeeze her ass, a fistful of flesh in his comforting grip. she knew what he wanted.

“you look so innocent in white. with those carnations on your wrist and the lace on your hair. but nobody else knows what I know, my pretty perfect girl.”

“mhm, and what’s that.”

“how you sound anything but innocent when I have my tongue buried inside of you.” he rasped, lips just barely dusting her ear.

and that’s how they found themselves on one of the house’s cavernous bathrooms, their giggles echoing off the tile as david swept her off her feet, his lips stitched to hers with a grin as he guided her towards the vanity.

“david!” she giggled, feeling his hands venture up her dress, hiking the white fabric over her hips before he groaned.

“jesus, you even wore the leg garter.”

“um, yeah. hand to god, I was hoping you’d rip it off me when we got home.”

at the confession, he wasted no time dropping to his knees, kissing up her thigh before gripping the garter between his teeth and attempting to tear it off. when that didn’t work, the mclaren driver let out a disgruntled, well, grunt, before ripping it apart by hand. she gasped, feeling his hungry lips trailing up her thigh.

"here? in pato's bathroom?"

david shrugged. "i had a craving."

"for what?" she laughed

"you. on the counter, love. spread those gorgeous legs nice and wide for me."

she did as she was told, perching on the edge of the counter. her garter lay in shambles on the floor, which she had figured was going to happen at some point during the night. david's hands grappled for her lacy panties, the man barely paying the pattern any mind as he fought to yank them down her legs without breaking them (and he heard a few stitches pop, he can't guarantee there aren't any rips).

"you're my own personal angel, sweetheart." he breathed, sinking to the cold tile floor. the bathroom lighting was soft, framing her face in a gentle halo of light. "too wicked for heaven, but way too sweet for hell."

she breathed heavily as david's warm hands parted her slick lips, her juices dripping onto the counter.

"fuck, baby." he exhaled. "i got you this worked up already?"

she nodded, nudging him with one silver stiletto-clad foot. "david. please."

"patience, my sweet girl." david hummed, clicking his tongue before running his fingers over entrance. "so good for me." he breathed, the cold air to her most sensitive area making her jolt.

and when his tongue licked it's first path up her cunt, she couldn't stop the moan she let out; a hearty, yet strangled cry that she was certain could be heard through the drywal if not for felix's phone being hooked up to the sound system, currently blaring the monster mash.

she would never get tired of the way david ate her out, like he was on death row and she was his last meal. he paid her so much care and attention, her arousal dripping down his face as he practically french kissed her heat, strong hands keeping her legs spread for him.

"oh god, david." she whined, bucking against his face, tangling one hand in his curls.

"i know honey, i know. god, i love this pussy. but you need to stay quiet. we can't let anybody hear those sexy noises you make." he slurred, drunk off the taste of her as he plunged his tongue inside her without warning.

she tried to form words, tried to even just let out an expletive, but all that came out was another strangled moan, this one louder than the first, followed by a series of whimpers as she leaned back against the mirror, almost fucking herself on his tongue as she struggled to keep her hips under control.

“david!” she whined, pouting when he pulled away from her, a mischievous grin on his face.

“you promised to be quiet, love.”

“fuck off. I can be quiet, I will be so fucking quiet.” she begged. “please david, I need your tongue.”

“you have to be so so quiet, pretty girl. or I’ll have to put your panties in your mouth to muffle those pretty whines.”

he focussed his attention back on her aching core, tongue lapping up every last drop of the juices spilling from her. she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, hard enough to draw blood as he sucked her clit in between his lips.

“oh my god, david.”

“what the fuck?!?!”

david stumbled to his feet, almost tripping in the white lace lying against the floor as he moved the shield his girlfriend from the interlopers eyes.

“sting ray? what the fuck, dude!” david shouted, trying to wipe off his face. it was pointless: they were both flushed red and it was obvious what they had been doing.

of course, the garter and panties on the floor would probably give it away.

sting ray robb stood in the doorway blinking as he tried to comprehend what he had just walked in on. “have you never heard of locking the goddamn door! I have seen things that no man should ever see!”

“haven’t you ever heard of knocking!”

shocked, dumbfounded and a little traumatized, sting ray shut his eyes and backed away from the doorframe, practically slamming the door closed with a disgusted shout.

“I have seen things I can’t unsee!” his idaho drawl carried down the hall as david and y/n stood stock still in the bathroom, laughter on their rosy cheeks.

“dave!” she scolded “why didn’t you lock the door?”

david shrugged, kissing her forehead. “you distract me too much. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“if I lock the door, can we finish what we started?”

“david malukas!”

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lovelytsunoda · 7 months

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warmer // colton herta (kinktober day 3!)

summary: she's tossing and turning, too many thoughts keeping her awake. colton has a solution for that.

prompt: cockwarming

pairing: colton herta x female! reader

warnings: insomnia, cockwarming, anxiety (in no particular order)

the room was silent save for the rustling of the blankets as y/n tossed and turned in her sleep, frustrated with her inability to quiet her mind. she had half a mind to punch the pillow, but she didn't want to wake colton, who was sleeping soundly next to her.

colton was a light sleeper and she didn't want to wake him, especially now that he finally had time off from indycar.

"motherfucker" she cursed, flopping back down on the californina queen mattress, cold hands raking down her face.

next to her, colton began to stir. "baby?" his voice was husky, eyes still half closed. "are you okay."

"yeah." she nodded, instantly filled with regret for waking her boyfriend. "just having some trouble sleeping. go back to bed, cole."

colton yawned, reaching out a hand to caress her face gently. "oh, sweetheart. what's bothering you?"

she shrugged, pulling the duvet over her shoulder, turning to face her lover. colton's gentle touch warmed her skin, made her feel at ease and at home.

she didn't know where she would be without him.

"the usual. you know how my brain is when i'm actively trying to not think about things." she frowned, snuggling into him. "my mind just won't shut up."

colton kissed her forehead, wrapping his strong arms around her to pull her closer. "i'm sorry, honey. you don't deserve this."

"and you didn't deserve being woken up at midnight during your first full week back home."

"babe, don't even worry about it." colton sighed, slipping one warm hand underneath her sleep shirt to caress her skin. she sighed into his touch, feeling her body begin to relax.

colton's lips were warm against her forehead as he whispered into her skin, his hands drifting towards the waistband of her sleep shorts.

"do you trust me? i think i know how to get your mind to calm down."

"yes." she whispered, easing into his touch, already feeling some of her racing thoughts begin to ebb away.

colton pushed her shorts to the side, gently slipping two fingers inside of her warm center, gently flexing his fingers to stretch her out. she hummed contentedly, burying her head in his chest as she rasped his name.

"that's it, sweetheart. just breathe. clear your head."

satisfied that she was properly stretched out, colton withdrew his fingers, kissing her lips softly. he undid the tie on his flannel pants, pulling them down just enough to extract his half-hard cock. stifling a grunt, he jerked his cock just enough to get it fully hard.

"is this okay, princess?" he asked, running his tip along her opening. "we don't have to if you feel uncomfortable."

she shook her head, gently throwing one of her legs over his. "this is perfect, colton."

"perfect." he sighed under her touch as she tangled her hands in his messy hair, sucking in a deep breath as he began to sink into her.

she sighed, grip tightening around his hair as her entrance widened to take him.

"that's my girl." he encouraged. "i've got you. just breathe. relax on my cock."

she sighed in pleasure, trying not to move as she rested against colton, feeling full and content at the feeling of his length resting still inside of her.

"are you comfortable, sweetheart?" colton whispered, wincing when he moved slightly. "just try not to move too much, otherwise i will not be able to control myself and neither of us will get any sleep."

she laughed, the sound going straight to colton's cock. he playfully pinched her side before pulling the duvet over them. she hooked her arms under his, nuzzling her nose into his chest.

"is this what you wanted, pretty girl? not a single thought in that pretty little head of yours, too full of my dick to care?"

she nodded, gently kissing the underside of his jaw. "good night, colton." she yawned. "i love you."

"love you more."

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