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You know me I’m gonna request it. Riding Marc’s bike with him leading to making love on the bike 😉😏your awesome btw!! When is new content to be expected?🥰
Alright alright ladies and gents... In honor of Marc getting second place last weekend, behold
✨My Comeback✨
Bike Love
'Amore!' Marc shouted from the closet upstairs.
'Yes?' You hummed out from the kitchen. Just as you turned around from the sink you saw him jogging down the stairs in his armor jacket and gloves, helmet in hand.
'Wanna be my backpack today? It's been a while since we've taken a ride together.' He set his helmet on the counter and wrapped his gloved hand around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smiled and kissed his lips.
'I'd love to. Do you know where my jacket and boots are?'
'I think they're still in the closet. Near where my jacket was.'
'I'll be right back. Don't run off without me.'
'I would never.' He laughed at the playful glare you shot at him as he smacked your ass while you walked away. Getting to the closet, you quickly located your jacket, boots, helmet, and gloves. You got dressed as quickly as you could and made your way down the stairs and into the garage where Marc was waiting for you. His helmet was already on and when he turned his head to look at you, you felt your knees buckle. Something about him in a helmet just made you absolutely melt. Especially when he nodded his head at you like he did just now.
'Wanna take a ride?' He asked cheekily.
'What's it cost pretty boy?'
'Free of charge. Although we can negotiate favors when we get home.' He winked at you and threw his leg over the bike before revving the engine to life.
'You got yourself a deal. This better not be a cheap ride though.'
'I promise I'll make it worth your while.'
You put your foot on the back peg and swung yourself to be perched behind him. Your arms naturally went around his waist as he moved the kickstand up and pulled out of the garage and onto the road. You missed the feeling of the wind and the quiet of a bike ride with him. Life had been getting in the way so much recently between work, family, and bills that you'd sort of lost touch with the simple things in life. Starting with a couples bike ride.
'Having fun?' You heard in your ear suddenly and jumped slightly.
'Jesus... You scared me. I forgot that we have these things now.' You spoke back, laughing when you heard his laugh fill your helmet. He'd invested in some 2-way communication sets to install in your helmets so that you could talk to each other. It was probably one of the best purchases he'd made.
'Yes, I am having fun. I missed this. Just us two and the road.' You sighed, looking at the sudden wide open spaces around you. Mountains, blue skies, sun shining, and perfect temperatures.
'It has been a while. I missed you.' He admitted, letting go of one of the handlebars and grabbing hold of your hand wrapped around him. You squeezed his fingers lightly before his hand went to rest on your knee for a moment.
'Where are we even going?'
'I figured we could grab a late breakfast and just go home afterwards. Nothing too fancy.'
'God... I get a ride free of charge AND breakfast? You're spoiling me.'
'You're paying me back later, little lady. Don't think you're getting off easy.' You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. It was almost like his dirty mind was playing out right in front of you.
'I see how it is. You only like me for my blowjobs.' His helmet nodded and his shoulders shrugged before he retorted.
'Among many other things, yes. Absolutely. No questions asked.'
'You are so unbelievable.' You chuckled to yourself before just holding on for the rest of the ride.
Breakfast was fairly quiet. It was just the 2 of you in the small diner and you'd been sat next to a window with a perfect view of the mountains. He held your hand across the table the entire time and you caught him every now and then just staring at you. Like he was doing right now.
'Why do you keep staring at me? Do I have something on my face?' You asked.
'Not at all. I just like looking at my woman. Is that a crime?' He raised a playful eyebrow as he brought your hand up to kiss it. You felt your cheeks start to flush slightly.
'I suppose not.' You smiled shyly at him.
'I love you.' He said softly, still rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
'I love you.'
'You ready to go?' He asked.
'Yeah. Although I think I may need to unbutton my pants when I sit on the bike. I have a food baby.' You groaned, getting up from the table and patting your stomach.
'Boy or girl?' He laughed.
'We're keeping it a secret until the birth. I think it's a girl though.' You rubbed your stomach before his hand followed suit.
'Congratulations.' He smiled a smile that reached his eyes before he put his helmet back on. You got on the back of the bike and held on as he drove you home. Believe it or not, you were so full and so comfortable leaning onto his back that you began to fall asleep a little bit.
'Wake up love. You gotta hang on.' You heard Marc's voice through the comms.
'Mm... I'm so sleepy. How much longer?'
'Like 3 more minutes. You can make it.' He coaxed, rubbing his hand on your knee again. What seemed like an eternity later, he pulled up into the garage and closed the door before turning the bike off. He put the kickstand out and allowed you to get off first before he did the same. You both took your helmets, jackets, and gloves off and just as you went to turn around and walk inside to put everything away, Marc grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. You giggled and suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore...
'Hey there gorgeous.' He bit his lip as his rough hand wandered down to grip at your ass. He was closely in tune to how your body pushed further into his touch and you craned your neck up to kiss him.
'Payment so early? I thought I'd have some time to get some lingerie on to give you a double payment.' You were so close to his mouth that you were sure he could feel your breath fanning his face as he smirked. He looked like a tiger hunting its prey with the look he was giving you.
'What's the point of that if I'm just going to rip it off of you anyway?' He lilted, going down to kiss your neck as he leaned back on his bike and taking you with him.
'I-it's fun, that's the point.' You sighed, leaning your head back to give him more access as your fingers gripped the backs of his arms.
'Mm... This is better though.' He whispered, unzipping your jeans and slowly teasing the line of your panties. He snaked his fingers inside your lace panties and rubbed light circles onto your clit. 'Don't you think?' He chuckled. You couldn't form a response as your knees buckled underneath you and a moan caught in your throat.
'I think you agree princess.' He said in a low voice that made the puddle between your legs that much worse. A moan was finally drawn from your lips when his long fingers entered inside of you and curled repeatedly. Before you could say anything, Marc had you both turned around where you were leaning back on the bike and he was pinning you between him and the leather seat that you used to support yourself.
'Oh god... I love your fingers so much.' You moaned, bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist. This was oddly attractive what he was doing - taking you over his bike like this. Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd be turned on by such a minute thing, but here you were, legs spread, his hand in your jeans, and your fingers unzipping his jeans to find his already hard cock. You gripped him and slowly began stroking him underneath his boxers, enjoying the way that his lip made its way between his perfect teeth.
'Faster.' He growled in your ear, speeding up his fingers on your clit just as your hand increased its pace. His hips began to thrust in time with your hand before he took his hand from in your jeans and grabbed your throat to bring you into a searing kiss.
'Turn around for me.' he whispered just loud enough for you to hear even though it was only the two of you in the entire house. You obeyed of course. Who wouldn't say yes to Marc Marquez telling them to turn around? You would've been stupid not to.
Marc's hands were quick in their efforts to pull your jeans just enough down your legs to where he had full access to what he wanted most. You heard him pull down his jeans as well before you jolted forward lightly at the feel of his tip running through your soaked folds.
'You look so fucking beautiful.' He sighed out, running a hand up your back and to your hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling you back just as he slammed himself inside you. He wasted no time in thrusting inside of you and setting the pace as hard and fast.
'Oh fuck! Right there right there!' You chanted, reaching behind you to grab at his hip as he continued to pound into you. His grunts and your moans filled the garage and to be quite honest, neither of you cared if the neighbors heard.
'Yeah? You like my dick, don't you?' He smirked into your ear and bit your neck lightly as a moan squeaked out from you. 'Say it. Tell me you love my dick.' He said, spanking you to emphasis his point.
'Ah! Yes I love y-you dick, oh my god yes!' You whined out as his fingers roughly played with your clit again. He was a man on a mission right now and he would stop at nothing until you were falling apart for him.
'I want you to cum. Can you do that for me amore, hm? Be daddy's little girl?' He hummed into your ear, his hot breath sending the best kinds of chills down your spine.
'Mmm yes!'
'Good girl. Now cum for daddy.' He groaned, feeling you tighten around him and your legs begin to shake as his fingers never stopped their relentless circles on your clit. 'Fuck you're so tight...' He grunted, hips stuttering and slamming into you one last time before he pulled out and got you on your knees to cum in your mouth. Seeing you on your knees and waiting for him to cum in your mouth was one of his favorite views ever. He didn't even have to do anything since your mouth took control and you hollowed out your cheeks as he released inside your mouth. Swallowing everything he had to offer, you tenderly sucked him for a few more seconds before placing one last kiss on his tip and taking his hand that he offered to help you stand up. Your arms went around his shoulders and he cocked his head sideways a little bit as if he was thinking.
'Hey, question... Is that lingerie option still on the table? I had dinner, now I want my dessert.' He said, that predatory gaze right back in his eyes.
'Give me 5 minutes and dessert will be served in bed.' You winked, kissing his lips before pulling your jeans back up and walking inside. Before you closed the garage door behind you, you looked over your shoulder to tell him something that you knew would make him crazy.
'And baby?'
'Hm?'
'Make sure to grab the whipped cream from the fridge. I'd hate to see a good dessert go to waste without a little whipped cream.'
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Marc Marquez (Ducati) - I'm Back
Requested: yes
Prompt: 57) "I am loving the helmet hair."
Warnings: nope
The scorching asphalt of the MotoGP track still radiated heat as Marc Márquez guided his bike to a respectable second-place finish. The cheers of the crowd mingled with the ecstatic shouts of his team members as they greeted him in the pit lane. As he parked his bike, he ran towards his team, jumping into them as all Marc felt was numerous pats on the back.
Sweat glistened on his forehead as he removed his helmet, his adrenaline still surging from the intense race. Amidst the chaotic celebration, Marc's eyes sought out the one person who mattered most to him in that moment; his girlfriend, Y/n. He spotted her just to the left of him, a proud smile gracing her lips as she waved at him. With a grin, he made his way over, helmet in hand.
"There you are." He said, his voice slightly hoarse from the exertion of the race. "Did you see that?" He pressed a gebtle kiss onto her cheek as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck. Y/n chuckled, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Of course I did. I am so proud of you, babe." Marc's heart swelled with pride at her words. Leaning in, he pressed another quick kiss to her lips before pulling back, his grin widening. "I had to come over and celebrate with my favorite person." He said to her. Y/n playfully nudged him. "Flatterer. How's it feel to be back on the track?"
"Like I never left." Marc replied with a shrug, though a hint of nostalgia tinged his words. "But it's good to be here, I couldnt have done this without you." Y/She laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, I know. I'm basically your lucky charm." He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "You definitely are." Y/n's gaze shifted to his disheveled hair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And I must say, I'm loving the helmet hair." Marc ran a hand through his tousled locks, giving her a playful look. "You mean this masterpiece?" He laughed, knowing full well how ridiculous he must look. She nodded, still grinning. "Absolutely. You should wear it like that more often."
"Maybe I will." He teased, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. "Just for you." Y/n laughed, swatting his arm playfully. "You're impossible." Marc's smile softened, his gaze lingering on her face. "I love you." He said, the words sincere and heartfelt. "I love you too." She replied, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I should go," Marc said reluctantly, giving Y/n a quick squeeze. "But I'll see you up there, okay?" Y/n nodded, her eyes shining with pride. "I'll be cheering for you the loudest."
With one last smile, Marc turned and made his way towards the podium, his heart light with the knowledge that Y/n was waiting for him, her unwavering support a constant source of strength. And as he stood atop the podium, the roar of the crowd echoing around him, he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.
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So uh, I’m in kindof a writing slump rn so I drew something instead
@ferrarifwiends inspired me to get out of my artblock and… anyways, check their art out cuz it’s absolutely gorgeous
if u happen to be interested in my art instead of terrible smut check out my ig 🤪
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Masterlist
Links are under the cut because this is too long!
You can find the chapters, asks, and extras of the a/b/o au under the tag "rosquez a/b/o au" and the chapters, asks, and extras of the onlyfans au under "OnlyFans au". Any of my asks are tagged "motogp asks."
Always feel free to slide into the ask box with questions or inspiration!
A/B/O AU:
Asks are tagged: rosquez a/b/o au
Part 1: Vale/Luca/pack finds out about the bite
Part 2: Bezz has a meltdown about Marc joining the pack
Part 3: Bezz thinks Luca is still mad (he’s not)
Part 3.5: The porny sequel to part 3 (Luca/Bezz)
Bonus parts/ asks/ one shots:
Marc's nightmares
How the pack fuck Bezz (nsfw)
Thoughts on how much Vale loves Bezz and Marc
Vale is obsessed with Marc
Marc x Bezz omega bonding
My Marc x Bezz friendship thesis
Alex visits the ranch
What happens when alphas try to hit on Marc?
Wholesome self-indulgent pack time
OnlyFans AU: (entire series NSFW)
Asks are tagged: onlyfans au
Part 1: Vale is a porn addict
Part 2: Vale and Marc are bikefuckers
Part 3: More bike porn (with a side of obsession)
Part 4: Marc is hot, Vale is fucking stupid
Part 5: Marc is stupid (endearing), Vale is stupid (horny), and Uccio is stupid (evil)
Part 6: Marc and Alex go on an adventure
Part 7: Alexa play ‘mastermind’
Part 8: Spoiler alert: they fuck! (vale's bike makes a cameo)
Part 9: they’re nasty freaks. also they ride bikes, meet luca, and talk
Bonus parts/ asks/ oneshots:
Will Vale be Marc’s sugar daddy? (Vale wishes)
Marc has a boundary (and they talk about it like adults!)
CeleBezz gay porn crisis
Oneshots
Soulmate goose au
Bezz x Pecco trash talking and in love
Luca x Bezz post-Jerez
Horror AU
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers
Thank you @yoellglia, @shambolicchaos and @rafasbiscuits for tagging me (I'm very late, but you're used to it), I love reading your answers and more, I love reading your works, please go on with writing sweeties ♥
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
I have eight works but two of them are just translations of two so my works.
Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us (Titanic 1997 & Titanic 2012)
Not just a game (FR)/Not just a game (ENG) (Formula 1 RPF)
I will always believe in you (Tennis RPF)
Caught in the storm (Tennis RPF)
And baby makes three (Tennis RPF)
It's just a bad day, not a bad life (Tennis RPF)
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
Wait, I need to do maths? 😫
114859 words if I'm correct and if my phone works 🧐
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I wrote a Titanic fic and a Formula 1 RPF fic an eternity ago (I really need to post the next chapters btw), some Tennis RPF too and I just started writing a MotoGP RPF oneshot.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Not just a game (ENG) - 80 kudos
Caught in the storm - 37 kudos
Not just a game (FR) - 29 kudos
I will always believe in you - 25 kudos
And baby makes three - 18 kudos
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, I always do! I write fics in small fandoms, we are a family so of course i'm answering to everyone! ❤
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Didn't finish it yet but probably: Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I don't know... maybe Caught in the storm. 🤔
8. Do you get hate on fics?
The only hate I get is from me Never, my readers are the best! ❤
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I tried, but I just can't, even if I'm the first one to read smut. 😂
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Well, Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us is a crossover with the Titanic 1997 movie and the Titanic 2012 minseries. But it was not crazy I guess.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope, who would want to steal my garbage? 😂
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes. By myselft. That's it.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, but I would love to if someone wants! 👀
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
Well, I wrote a lot about Casper and Matteo (Ruudettini) power and at the moment everything is about Fabio and Marc (Mabio supremacy) BUT my all time favorite ship will always be Drarry (yeah, nothing to do with what I'm writing 😭).
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I WILL FINISH MY WORKS IN PROGRESS, IT'S A PROMISE!
16. What are your writing strengths?
Knowing that people enjoy what I'm writing is my biggest strenght 🥰
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I am unpredictable and irregular: a day, I can write 6-7 pages in a row in a few hours and the day after, I'm just staring at a blank page. 🥴
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I love it, I do it in English when I translate my works haha.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
First since I start writing for myself in middle school was a Bleach think. 🤣
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
I don't really know, I love my writing for Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us but Not just a game holds a special place in my heart too and I need to finish those works fr. 🤩
Tagging: Nobody, i'm so late doing it so I don't even remember who already did it 😂 but if you want to do it, feel free to tag me!
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Peaky Blinders
Tommy Shelby
The Singer - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6, Part 7 (Onhold)
Cobra Kai
Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz
Out of your system (OneShot)
Just Breathe Series - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (Onhold)
Vikings
Ivar Lothbrok
Ravenblade - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Ongoing)
Formula 1
Charles Leclerc
Racing Hearts - Cover, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (Ongoing)
Social Media Story
Formula 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Prestory, Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (Ongoing)
Outer Banks
Rafe Cameron
Hook up routine - OneShot
JJ Maybank
Like a Hurricane - Part 1, Part 2
Band of Brothers / HBO War
This account (also main account): @mccall-muffin
#masterlist#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#cillian murphy#all kind of fandoms#coming more soon#Cobra Kai#Eli Moskowitz#Eli Moskowitz x reader#Eli Hawk Moskowitz x reader#Vikings#Game of Thrones#Lord of the Rings#The Umbrella Academy#Band of Brothers#Formual 1#Charles Leclerc#Rafe Cameron#JJ Maybank#OBX#Rafe Cameron x Reader#JJ Maybank x Reader
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If any of these are familiar, i'm formerly known here on tumblr as bts-teaspoonff 👍🏻
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would like to request an Oneshot with Fabio when you're Charlotte Siné’s best friend since childhood you're fathers aren't only business partners but best friends so you spended a lot of time doing everything together one difference between you both is the way you see Love while She is in a Long Term relationship with Charles Leclerc and couldn't be happier you never quit understood why you should settle so early if you could have a one night stand with every men you want the fun thing about One nights stands is for you that you can have you're fun and in the end no strings are attached if someone would ask Charlotte she would say that it's almost like you're an magnet for good looking guys and Charles can't help but make fun out of it
that if he ever wants to bring an fellow F1 driver out of balance he will bring you too an race and make sure you're on they're display all the time so that you're special talent is useful for once you know he's joking but you still can't help but give him an clap on the back of his head as*hole that's probably the revenge for the fact that you always call him Percival you love getting on his nerves its
just too good and Charles can also be an actual pain in the ass being Charlottes best friend means that you actually know every little detail about they're relationship even if you don't actually wanna know it you don't actually need too know every detail of they're sex live even when you love that she's happy you need too look Charles in the face again and you don't know if you could accomplish that if you would let her talk she one the other hand loves too hear about you're one
nightstand story's they're always quit amusing and she got something too laugh about and jokingly roll her eyes but when you two sit
together after the Monaco GP you actually don't tell her about you're little fun with Fabio
Quartararo the MotoGP world champion and one of Charles close friends but she knows that something up. Much Love❤️
Hey I’ve seen another person write something very similar to this so I don’t feel comfortable doing it as I don’t want to copy someone else’s work sorry.
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See you at the finish line… : Chapter 1
summary: Y/N is a record breaking, world champion in MotoGP. She’s practically the prettiest girl in the school, if school was the MotoGP and the Formula 1 world. Drivers crushing over her left and right, but only one really catches her eye…
warnings: swearing, talks about the reader being hot (i don’t know)
series masterlist / pierre gasly masterlist
taglist: @its-astrotea-love @f1oneshots
#pierre gasly#social au#social media au#pierre gasly x reader#pierre gasly x motogp!reader#pierre gasly social au#pierre gasly social media au#motogp!reader#pierre gasly oneshot#see you at the finish line…#pierre gasly fluff#pierre gasly story
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Good morning, good afternoon, good evening wherever you are!
Could I have one with Fabio Quartararo, please? I would like to request with this plot if you don't mind:
Y/N works as a physiotherapist for fabio but they have love-hate thing, you know. Fabio acted super annoying to her. But fabio realized that he had developed that feeling, a feeling when he always wanted to protect her, he always making excuses only to meet her. And maybe a bit of a smutty piece😏 where the two of them were in the same room after fabio got massage and he admitted that the insults and silliness he had been throwing at Y/N, he had done it only to get her attention.
THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IN LOVE I AM WITH YOUR WRITING😔💟💟 it always made my day!
Physio Feelings
Fabio Quartararo - in line to win the 2021 world championship, Yamaha's golden ticket, and your most annoying client. You worked as a physiotherapist in MotoGP, so you saw countless riders from Moto3, Moto2, and MotoGP. Out of all of them, Fabio was the most boyish and annoying. He was always poking fun at you, making annoying noises to get you to acknowledge him when you worked on another patient, and your personal favorite, when he would repeatedly call your name until you snapped at him. Today was no different. You were testing the mobility of Marc's arm after another nasty highside. Nothing seemed out of place, but highside protocol was strict. In strolls Fabio.
'Oh look... It's my favorite person.' you droned out to Marc as he looked at the door and saw Fabio.
'Mine too.' Marc smirked and earned a playful glare from Fabio.
'I'm just everyone's favorite today, look at that.' he sat down in the chair by the door and waited for you to be done.
'You can sit in the waiting room. I'm almost done here and your appointment isn't for another 5 minutes.' you instructed him in your strongest voice possible.
'That's 5 minutes I'd rather spend seeing you do your work than 5 minutes spent staring at a blank wall. I'll take my chances.' he smirked, your eyes not missing the way his gaze fell to your ass for a split second.
'I'm so sorry he's a client of yours.' Marc laughed.
'Me too. Oh I know! I should just stuff cotton balls in my ears when he shows up. That'll do the trick.'
'I'll lend you a pair of my earplugs, how's that?'
'Even better. Glad I have an ally here.' you laughed and threw Fabio an amused look. You patted Marc's shoulder.
'It looks good Marc. As long as you didn't feel pain with those stretches, you should be fine to get back out there. You're lucky you didn't get another concussion on that one. That was nasty.' you handed him his shirt back.
'I know. I live dangerously.' he wiggled his eyebrows and hopped off the table laughing.
'You all do. You're all out of your minds.' you met him halfway for a hug. 'Have a good race.'
'Thank you, Doc!' he waved at you before walking out of the door leaving you and Fabio alone.
'Alright needy, come up here.' you said, ushering him to sit on the table and take his shirt off.
'I just love irritating you. It makes my weekend.' he laughed, laying down and letting you work on his arm. He was only about 3 weeks out of arm pump surgery and unfortunately it was your job to ensure he wasn't in any pain.
'Careful. You forget that I hold the power right now.' you said, pushing on a sensitive spot on his arm and he winced.
'Ow! Okay okay, I'll stop. Fuck, that hurt.' he laughed, still keeping his arm in your grip.
'And yet you still come back for more. Why is that? Are you a glutton for punishment? I knew it, you kinky bastard.' you laughed, rotating his wrist to work the muscles in his forearm.
'No, I'm a sucker for a pretty woman who just so happens to be my physio.' he admitted shamelessly. You were thankful your mask was on so that he couldn't see the embarrassing shade of red your face had become.
'Good lord... Hopeless romantic too? How will I ever resist?' you rolled your eyes.
'It's the French charm. It wears on you after a while.' he smirked, sitting up after you stretched him. He kept his shirt off as he followed you to the small workout area for recovering patients.
'How many chin ups did you do last time?' you asked him, gauging his limit on what he could do.
'Depends... What number will impress you?' A glare was shot in his direction.
'Someone's moody today... I did 10 last time.'
'Give me 20 today.'
'20!? God I might need an ambulance after that many.' he laughed, jumping to grab the bar above him. You walked behind him to setup his next exercise and you couldn't resist admitting to yourself that watching his muscles contract to pull himself up was attractive. Very... Attractive. He was on rep 15 when his arm muscles began to tremble as well as the muscles in his back. That should not have turned you on in the least bit since you dealt with this every single day, but your denial of finding Fabio attractive was coming back to bite you in the ass right now. You snapped yourself out of your trance.
'See? 20 done. Easy. Now onto the next one.' you said strictly, trying to hide the slight tremble in your voice. 'Negative resistance training with barbells. 15 reps.'
'I don't know if I can do 15. This one seriously hurt last time. And I'm not exaggerating either.' you could tell by the tone of his voice and the look in those chocolate brown eyes that he wasn't joking.
'Alright. Do at least 10 and then if you feel like you can, try for 15. We need to get the strength back in that arm as much as we can.'
'Don't judge me if I can't do 15.' he huffed out a laugh as he went through his first rep.
'I'm totally judging you if you can't do 15. That's my job.'
'Well now I have to impress you.' he laughed, working on the seventh rep. He ended up being able to do the full 15 reps, so you decided to call it a day with the workouts since you pushed him a tad harder today. You stretched his arm once more and he had no pain, so you cleared him for the day and shut down the trailer. You were exhausted and in dire need of some rest.
The next day, you had seen just a couple of the riders with their normal stiffness. It was sort of a slow day and you were zoned out on your phone when Fabio came into the exam room holding his finger.
'I cut my finger.' he winced.
'What? What did you do?' you tossed your phone on the table and grabbed some gauze, stitch material, and cleansing liquid.
'I don't know, I looked down and there was blood.'
'Let me see. You may need stitches.' you said, prying his other hand away to reveal a papercut. A papercut... You slapped his arm harshly.
'You're such an asshole! Here have a band-aid and go away.' you threw a band-aid at him and he laughed as he ran away from you. This fucking guy... Even as much as that annoyed you, you couldn't help but smile a little to yourself at how funny he could be sometimes. He had an undeniable ability to make people laugh and you had to admit that it made your days go by quicker sometimes.
After the race on Sunday, Fabio came in and was complaining of extremely sore muscles in his neck and shoulders. Again, you could tell by his body language that he wasn't joking or making this up. You directed him to the massage room and gave him a towel to lay on his bottom half before you turned around for him to strip.
'Where does it hurt the most?' you asked, grabbing a bit of oil and squirting it on your hands. He put his hands behind his neck and motioned down his neck to his shoulders.
'Right around here. It's like a throbbing pain.' he said, groaning when you began to put pressure on his muscles there. They did feel very tight. You could only imagine that it was from hunching over and looking up on the bike. As much as he'd been training lately, it made sense.
'There?'
'Yes, right there.' he winced before melting into your touch as your hand hit the right spot. You rubbed at that spot for a moment before he spoke up again.
'Do I really annoy you?' You could hear almost a twinge of insecurity in his voice as he lay face down on the massage table. Your hands paused for just a short moment in shock that he'd actually asked that question.
'If I'm honest, sometimes you do. But if I'm more honest with myself, I like it half the time.'
'You do?'
'Yeah. You make me laugh even on my worst days here. There's something to be said for that.' your hands moved down to his shoulders.
'You do realize I don't do that stupid shit to annoy you right? I do it to make you smile and make you laugh.'
'Some part of you has to like annoying me.'
'Oh it does, trust me.' he laughed. 'But don't think I miss those moments where you smile to yourself and walk away from me because you're too stubborn to admit that I make you laugh.'
'Shut up.' you huffed out in a laugh.
'You know I'm right. I find it adorable when you laugh at my stupid antics. You should let people see you smile more often. Smiling and laughing suits you.'
'Now you're just placating me.'
'No, I'm really not. I promise. I don't joke around with that stuff. You really are beautiful. I can't believe that you haven't realized the reason I fuck around with you so much is because I like you.'
'You're lying.' you took your hands off of him and let him turn his head to look at you.
'Do I look like I'm lying?' he deadpanned, no hint of this being a joke on his face.
'Why didn't you just tell me instead of tormenting me for months?'
'Because once I saw your reaction to me fucking with you, it was too funny not to keep doing it. You make it so easy.' he laughed, sitting up on the table with the towel still hanging loosely around his hips. To avoid hearing him say something about the blush on your cheeks, you turned to wash the oil off of your hands in the sink.
'And I know that when you avoid me like this, you're blushing. And I wish you wouldn't hide that because you're so beautiful.' he said in a soft voice that seemed to caress your senses in the best way possible.
'You really need to stop that.' you said, drying your hands and turning to him.
'Why? Because it makes you uncomfortable to admit that you find me attractive? Or that you like me too?' he pressed. You didn't have a response other than a blank stare.
'You'd be doing a disservice to yourself if you didn't admit that you like me too.' he grabbed your hand and slowly pulled you closer to where he still sat on the massage table. 'Tell me I'm wrong.' he whispered, his eyes staring up at you as his hands remained on your waist.
'Tell me you don't want this, and I will stop.' he taunted, putting his hand behind your neck and ever so slowly bringing you down to him. Before your lips met, he brushed his against yours and offered a slight smirk.
'Tell me to stop.' he whispered against your lips and huffed out a laugh before connecting his lips with yours. Your hands rested on his knees and he moaned lightly when your nails dug into the skin there. Your brows scrunched together while you battled in your mind on what to do. Should you continue the facade of you being annoyed by him or should you give in to what you were really feeling and really wanting? It seemed your body decided for you when your hands meshed in his hair and you sighed blissfully into the kiss. A small noise left your mouth as his free hand ghosted at your throat briefly before he stood up and backed you against the wall. Your leg hooked around his waist and you kept your arms thrown over his shoulders as his tongue invaded your mouth in the best way possible. All of his pent up feelings and emotions were being put into this kiss - that much was clear.
'Now you really need to tell me to stop before I get carried away.' he growled into your neck as his fingers traced at the hem of your pants. You only offered a pathetic whimper in response and that appeared to be the only answer he needed before his hand was pushing your panties to the side and spreading your folds.
'This wet already, hm? Your panties get drenched every time you see me, don't they?' he smirked, watching your face contort in pleasure as he rubbed your clit.
'You are so cocky. Shut up.' you hissed, shrieking when he shoved 2 fingers inside you.
'Ah ah, try again sweetheart. I know I get you soaking fucking wet. Especially when you watch me work out. Muscles flexing, my grunts filling the room... It makes you think about sucking me off, doesn't it? What I would sound like...' he nipped at your ear before licking a thick stripe up your neck to your jaw.
'I know I've wondered several times how you sound when you cum. How you'd feel as you fall apart beneath me. Whether it's from my fingers, my cock... My tongue.' he drawled out with a low voice and chuckled at the way you clenched around his fingers.
'I wanna make you cum for me. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Hm?' you nodded your head drunkenly and let out a lewd gasp when his fingers increased their pace. Your fingers grabbed at his wrist and he took the skin of your shoulder between his teeth.
'You can't get me to stop now. You try to push me away, but your pussy keeps drawing me back in every time I pull my fingers out. How exhausting... To be that at war with yourself constantly. Just let it go baby. Let me see you cum for me. Just for me.' his breath on your neck was enough to make every nerve on your body prick up and become hypersensitive to everything - even the air in the room. With a heavy gasp, your body went rigid and you gripped onto him as if your life depended on it. Your climax ripped through you blissfully and you could feel some of your release dripping down to your knees.
'Good girl.' he breathed out a groan in your ear and pulled his head from your neck to kiss your swollen lips. 'You did such a good job for me.'
'Y-you're still such an asshole. You still annoy me.' you said shakily, your knees suddenly feeling very weak when you realized that he was still shirtless and in only a towel as he stayed hovered over you.
'Mm... This says otherwise, doesn't it?' he smirked, pulling his soaked hand from your pants and licking his fingers clean.
'Close that mouth before I fill it for you.' he groaned.
'Sit down.' you said, watching him cock an eyebrow in amusement.
'So you're calling the shots now?' You threw him a deadpan glare before tying your hair up.
'Do you want a blowjob or not?'
'Ooookay, I take it back. Yes please.' he laughed, rushing to sit on the table and watching in anticipation as you undid the towel around his waist. As you deepthroated him over and over again, you couldn't help but think to yourself well... This was one way to confess feelings for one another.
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Marc Marquez (Ducati) - The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Day 4 of Christmas
As Y/n sat down in her family living room, she couldn't help but feel slightly gloomy. This was meant to be a joyous time of year but for Y/n and her boyfriend Marc, they didn't like it as much, simply because they never stayed together for Christmas and went to their family homes instead. She watched as her family excitedly opened their presents. She had a few, mainly clothes and jewellery but nothing major. "You alright?" Her mother asked. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Her mum knew fine rightly that she was missing Marc. She always did at Christmas. "Oh for God's sake." She mumbled. She left the sitting room leaving Y/n confused as to if she did something wrong, only for her mum to come back with the biggest bouquet she had ever seen and a box. "What is-"
"He told me to give it to you at a certain time but you're moping around made me cave." She said. "Happy Christmas love." Y/n grinned as she reached for the envelope attached to the flowers and opened it.
Hello, my love
I hope you and your family are enjoying Christmas so far. I am missing you more and more with every moment that passes but I'm sure you're enjoying the one day where you don't have me annoying you every waking moment.
Y/n smiled as she read on.
As you can see, you have a bouquet of flowers. Hopefully they haven't died yet but I promise you if they have, they were beautiful when I bought them for you. As for what is in the box, I'll let you open it now, then open the envelope inside.
Y/n's face lit up as she grabbed the box beside the flowers and untied the beautifully wrapped gift. Once she opened it, she was met with the cutest eyes she had ever seen. There inside, was a golden labrador with a pretty bow around his collar. She gasped as she lifted the creature out of the box and into her arms. "Oh, he's perfect." She whispered, not to scare the pup. "There's another envelope there." Her mother spoke up, handing her the envelope that was in the box. Y/n opened it again and saw his handwriting.
If you're reading this letter, you have met Diego. He is there to keep you company until I get to kiss your face again. I'll see you soon, my love and Feliz Navidad♡
Te Amo, Marc
Y/n wiped her eyes dry. "Oh I love this man so much." Y/n cried, holding the dog. "I miss him so much." Her mum held her. "Why did he want me to open it later?" Before her mum could answer, the doorbell rang. "That's probably gran. Would you mind getting it?" Y/n nodded and put her dog down before getting up and going out to open the front door. Before her stood Marc with his suitcase and gifts, as his family followed behind him. "Hello, mi amor." He smiled.
"Marc!" She almost shrieked, jumping I his arms and kissing his face over and over again. Y/n's family came out to see what the commotion was about and saw the couple finally reunited. "What are you doing here?!" Y/n asked. "Well, I-" They were interrupted by the small barks of a puppy at their feet. "I see you open your presents a bit early." He laughed. "Yes, he's been taking care of me." Marc bent down and took the puppy into his own arms. "Muy bien, hombre." He said, petting the pup. "Oh my goodness, this is the best Christmas ever." Y/n grinned. "It is." Marc whispered, before planting a kiss onto his girlfriend's cheek. "Feliz Navidad, mi amor." She caressed his face and smiled even wider than before. "Happy Christmas, Marc."
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CHAMPAGNE AND PAPARAZZI -
Marc Márquez
friends to lovers where you run into some shower problems and have to use Marc’s
3k words
warnings: NSFW, slight choking, terribly written smut, oral (m receiving), bad Spanish, dirty talk
You had known Marc for quite some time, the both of you really close friends, there was this unspoken bond you two had. You were each others partners in crime, going along with every stupid idea the other had and getting yourselves in trouble one time or the other.
Like that time the two of you were caught, instead of being at the mandatory press conference, “borrowing” the team scooters and conducting a very serious race on track, going a whopping 30 mph top speed down the straights.
Or the time the two of you snuck out of physical training for an early morning swim at the seaside in Qatar. Wherever the two of you’d be, there’d be trouble. And the media loved it. Not only because of the constant rumours that you two had something going on, which the both of you, unbeknownst to the other, secretly wished were true, but also because of the stupid things you two’d start.
There had obviously been some tension going on between the two of you neither could deny, stolen glances across the paddock, a bit of flirting during press events or lingering touches when no one was looking. But there wasn’t anything serious going on, although you were close neither of you would admit anything or make a move. Scared you might misinterpret anything or just think too much into it. However to the others it was painfully obvious, you both had been pining for each other but were too dense to notice.
Today that wasn’t really one of your concerns though, the race day in Jerez taking up all of your concentration. You weren’t in the GP just to fuck around and cause trouble, you were there to win. You were sure the only reason you didn’t get house arrest for your ridiculous PR stunts was because you were still giving results and the press went wild over it.
The heat was almost unbearable, you tried to keep your focus on what was ahead, winning in Jerez to get ahead in the championship. Your standings were already great, but being able to get ahead and build a bit of distance would cement your position. The race was an adrenaline filled endeavour, after the riders in Moto3 were penalised to take one long lap after the other, and the Moto2 couldn’t really keep their bikes on track either, it was obvious this race needed you to be on top of your game. Being in Motogp you and the others obviously still were way ahead skill wise and their results couldn’t compare to you guys’, however with how fast you’d lose grip with this heat on the tires you still had to be careful. Lap after lap the race went good, some people going down due to a loss of grip or some cocky overtake resulting in contact between two riders and thus a crash, but that didn’t really concern you, your pace was really good so far. You were way ahead, building more distance each time you passed the finish line - This time however you weren’t all alone, a tussle between the podium so to speak, Marc and Fabio close behind. While the other two were constantly battling for dominance, you stayed focused on your line. There was no margin for error, a small mistake could cost you your standing, but despite that you kept your cool, taking each corner as precise and close as possible, no mistakes, no track limits or cocky miscalculations. The race stayed exciting till the very second you guys crossed the checkered line. “Y/n P1, P1!!”
You felt euphoric, you did it, and now it would be time to celebrate. After taking your victory lap, standing on the pegs, your country's flag loosely tied around your shoulders, you went to take the podium. You went to celebrate with your team, them patting your helmet and whatever else they could reach as the other two rolled in beside you and got off their bikes too. You felt Marc's arms sneak around you in celebration, lifting you up so you sat on his shoulder, your hands up in the air.
Now you guys were quickly hurried to the podium, Marc coming in close second to you. Your fingers still tingling from the bike's vibrations, your whole body feeling as if you were on fire. You stepped on the balcony, watching as the third and second place took their podium, finally it was your turn to step up onto the podium, walking on stage, after the other two, as you made your way to the middle step, first place. You could barely contain your excitement, looking over the equally excited crowd beneath. You were beaming as your national anthem boomed through the speakers and you knew what was to come next. Along with the Spanish summer came this incredible heat and the champagne you were about to get was just the right solution to that. Glancing to you left and right you noticed the two next to you had the top part of their leathers hanging from their hips, Marc wearing his base layer underneath - what a shame. Still, you were finally allowed to celebrate with the champagne. You popped the cork and began spraying the other two, them covering you in champagne as well, with everyone now covered in it, hair dripping and all it was a nice cool sensation.
You took the comically large bottle up to your head and decided to take a nice sip, distracted, Marc however took the opportunity to get back at you for soaking him completely, swiftly pulling open the zipper of your leathers and draining his champagne inside, you now soaked to the bone. “You asshole!” You shout-laughed and tried pushing him off of his step.
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After your little tussle on the podium all you wanted was to get out of your leathers and take a nice, relaxing shower. Back in your Motorhome you quickly peeled yourself out of the soaked leather, already feeling 10 pounds lighter and turned on your shower. However, much to your dismay, although there seemed to at least be some water coming out if it, it was ice cold and definitely not really fit to shower in - shit. What now? Getting to the hotel to shower wasn’t really an option so you had to think of something else.
In a panic you wrapped yourself in a towel and grabbed your phone, desperately trying to reach the one guy you'd ask to use his shower. After frantically texting him you stared at your screen, your heart pounding in your chest.
You couldn’t just quickly put on something, still sticky and wet from the champagne, standing there in just a towel and Marc wouldn’t answer. What now? You had seen Marc get into his trailer earlier so you were sure he must still be in there, maybe he had his phone on silent?
“Ah fuck it” You huffed, deciding to push your luck today, his traler wasn’t too far from yours so you were sure no one would see you sneaking over to hopefully be able to take a quick shower there. Since it also wasn’t the first time you'd have snuck out you were fairly certain this would go well. Just wearing your tower you peeked outside, no one around, the coast clear, you snuck out and hurriedly rushed to his trailer, banging on his door frantically. “Marc, open up, It’s kinda urgent!”
You felt really stupid right now, standing in front of Marc’s trailer, half naked and not even sure he was actually there. But just as you were about to make the sprint back to yours, not sure what you’d do next, the door creaked open just a bit as Marc pushed his head out. His hair still wet, the dark curls sticking to his forehead as his expression changed from a worried one to an amused one, a slight red tint dusting his cheeks. “What even…?” Quickly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside to shut the door behind you. Now you realise why he didn’t answer. Marc was wearing about as little as you, a towel loosely wrapped around his hip and him dripping wet, did he just shower? Upon further investigation you noticed some foam still in his hair, did you interrupt his shower? “Why, for fucks sake, did you come to my trailer half naked in broad daylight? Did something happen? And did anyone see you?” He had this soft grin on his face, the one you grew to love so dearly.
Although it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in this little clothing you still hadn’t gotten used to it. Realizing you burst into his trailer half naked, him also not really wearing anything you noticed the implications of this moment and in an embarrassed fashion you quickly covered your eyes with your hands, behaving like a teenager while your cheeks heated up, your face feeling on fire. After a moment you finally managed to speak, “I uh… my shower’s not working and uh… I was hoping I could use yours…?” Marc chuckled a bit, unholy thoughts entering his mind.
“Well I wasn’t quite done showering yet, but…” He inched closer to you, your back almost against his door as he slowly took your wrists to uncover your eyes. You stared up at him, his eyes dark with lust as he glanced at your lips, he was feeling especially bold after taking the podium next to you today. You looked up at him innocently, biting at your lower lip as Marc continued, “If you wouldn’t mind, you could join me? After all,” Your eyes never leaving him as he moved his head next to your ear, his breath tickling your skin. “I am the one responsible for soaking you like this, getting you all wet.” You were totally caught off guard, this being exactly what you had fantasised about so many nights.
As soon as Marc let go of your wrists your hands found themselves within his curls, his lips connecting with your neck you let out a soft moan. He began sucking and softly biting at your sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey in the process. “Mhh… You still taste of champagne.”
The Honda rider went to cup your cheek, pouring his eyes into yours as your hands began trailing down his toned body, touching the hem of his towel while the other stayed resting against his chest. His calloused hand leaving goosebumps as he slips one behind your neck and pulls you into a passionate kiss. A soft whimper leaving your lips as you hungrily kiss him back. You could feel his length pushing up against the towel as you made quick work of the tuck holding it onto his hips. Surprised by his size as it sprung flush against his abdomen, anticipating what's to come.
In the heat of passion your towel found its way to the floor as well as you were stumbling towards his bathroom, the shower still running. He made sure to never let his hands leave your skin, intoxicated by the feeling underneath his fingertips. Breaking free to catch some air your eyes lingered on him, his scarred skin still covered in some water droplets.
“After you” Marc spoke huskily, motioning you to step into the shower before him, to which you happily obliged. The moment you felt the water hit your skin felt like electricity running through your body, the smell of his body wash and champagne filling the room. Following suit he spared no time in pressing you against the wall, his hand resting next to your head as you made out again.
Marc's hand slowly trailed down your soft skin, enjoying every curve and imperfection as his fingers tenderly slid between your folds, earning a high pitched moan. You sounded even better than he imagined, a cocky grin playing on his lips. Marc slowly pushed one of his digits inside, earning another breathy moan, it drove him wild. Quickly Marc began moving his finger in and out, curling it to hit that one particular spot that made you clench around him. Soon he added another finger and sped up his movements, drawing you closer to your high.
Your nails buried themselves deep within his back, leaving red trails and a painfully pleasurable sensation. You felt your knees grow weak as your heavy legs twitch beneath you. Marc's other hand slowly gained a rough grip on your hip, keeping you from losing balance and leaving yet another mark on you. His big hands fit nicely against your small frame, his long slender fingers burning themselves into your skin.
The moment his thumb started drawing rough circles on your clit tipped you over the edge, throwing your head back in ecstasy and arching your back off the wall you came all over his fingers, riding out your high as his hand never eases the movement. His name leaving your lips again and again, desperate for him.
“Good girl” Marc grumbles against your skin, sending butterflies to your stomach. In contrast to the constant teasing between you two his praise made you feel like jelly.
Catching your breath again your eyes raked over his figure, water running down his chest with his wet stands hanging low in his face, a side of him you only dared dreaming of.
Drinking in the site your eyes began to wander downwards, beginning to sink to your knees with your hands trailing along his hip, steadying yourself with your hand against his prominent v-line. Eager to please you glance up at him, shooting him another innocent look.
A low groan left his lips as his hand tangled itself in your hair, guiding your already hungrily parted lips to his cock. In a slow fashion you proceeded to run your tongue over his head, getting to finally taste his cock earning a low moan. The bass in his voice going straight to your core. Swirling your tongue around his tip you teased him a bit.
Before you knew it, Marc uses the hand he has on your head to push his length inside your mouth fully, his patience for having you growing thin. A bit caught off guard you moan against him and push your thighs together in response to which the Spaniard threw back his head, one hand covering his face in pleasure.
You began bobbing your head in a steady manner, getting off of the pleasure you gave him. Much to your surprise you felt his grip on your hair loosen as you felt a cool sensation on your head. You stopped mid stroke, mouth still full of him, and glanced up, humming in question against him.
“I thought you came here to shower?” There it was again, that grin of his, as he held a bottle of shampoo in his hand. You chuckled lightly against his cock and resumed pleasuring him, feeling him wash your still somewhat campaign covered hair for you.
Although he began roughly thrusting his hips against you, essentially facefucking you, his hands on your head were very tender, holding you still while washing your head. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, guessing his climax must be close just as he pulled out and quickly moved you up to your feet, once again pushing you against the wall, his chest flush against yours.
His lips hungrily crash into yours as he takes ahold of your thigh and rested it against his waist, keeping your leg in a tight grip as he carefully slid his length into you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you bit down harshly in pleasure, hoping to be able to suppress your loud moans of his name.
“I want to hear your beautiful moans, mi amor” The sound of his voice alone drove you crazy. Marc kept a steady pace, his stamina as an athlete really coming in clutch.
“Estás haciendo tan buena para mi” (You are doing so good for me) You didn’t really know any spanish but something about him talking to you like that. “córrete para mí, princesa” (cum for me princess), Marc huskily growled, thrusting deeper as he rose your one leg a bit higher, bottoming out inside you.
Having no idea what he just said to you, you were in a haze, drunk on his body and the power he held over you, you didn’t care, his voice doing things to you he’d never imagined. As Marc's hand moved from next to your head to your throat you couldn’t hold yourself anymore. “Good girl, y/n” Repeatedly moaning his name as you clenched around him you came again, him still hitting that spot repeatedly as you rode out your orgasm, seeing stars.
Having you clench around him and whimper your name like that had him tip over the edge as well, cumming still buried inside you.
Both of you still out of breath and you slightly dizzy from everything that just happened found yourselves in a passionate, but his time more loving kiss. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this, wanted you…” You confessed, voice barely above a whisper against Marc's lips. “Mi amor, I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes upon you.”
You shared a tender make out while washing each other with Marc's shower gel, leaving you smelling almost exactly like him and actually getting cleaned up like you originally planned before all this happened.
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After grabbing some of Marc’s clothes, as you kind of forgot taking anything with you as you rushed over to his trailer in a panic you went to get some stuff from your trailer and gotten back to Marc to spend the night.
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In the morning there was a small surprise waiting for the two of you. Originally just wanting to check your schedule for the day you saw your phone filled with messages, opening the you had gotten from your media manager first - in it was an article roughly stating what happened yesterday, as in some sneaky paparazzi shots of you standing in front of Marcs trailer in just a towel, him pulling you in dressed in about as little clothing and some of you, covered in hickeys wearing his clothes leaving his motorhome.
A/N: Second one since idk how long, kinda bad but idc. Hope you guys still like it :) Might make a second part, idk maybe fluff or angst idk - lmk if you’d like that
leave some feedback or ideas you have and enjoy
Also Marc is my fav so yeah 🥵
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Alex Marquez+Angst🔥+Smut💦
Competetive motorcycle drivin' and stopping at a park by a hill.
Parking Lot
'Babe, how do I link the comms on our helmets?' you asked Alex who was currently putting his biker jacket on.
'You just hold down the buttons on both of them and they should link up.'
'Got it!'
'Ready to get your ass kicked?' you handed him his helmet but not without offering up a wink first.
'We'll let the racing do the talking, how about that?' he bent down to kiss your lips and put his helmet on.
'Help please.' you said, tilting your head up to let him fasten the buckle on your helmet. You could never understand how those things worked, especially when you weren't able to look at it. Why figure it out when you had Alex to help you?
'Shake your head.' he said, watching you shake your head around to make sure the helmet was secure.
'It's good.' you assured him, getting on your sport bike and putting away the kick stand.
'Let's go baby.' he winked before snapping his visor shut and starting his bike. You started yours in tandem and relished in the engine humming to life beneath you. You revved it a few times before kicking it into gear and heading out onto the open roads.
Alex specifically picked a spot where not a lot of traffic happened. The occasional person would ride their bicycle through here, but other than that, it was hardly a populated area which made this a hell of a lot more enjoyable.
'Hey.' Alex's voice came through the comms in your helmet. You offered no response, just looked at him through the visor in your helmet and revved your engine twice. He tossed his head back and laughed.
'You wanna go?'
'Fuck yeah, why else did we come out here?' you laughed, scooting your ass further down onto the seat and leaning forward into a racing position.
'I'm afraid that I've gotten you more interested in bikes than in your own boyfriend.'
'You may be right.' you giggled devilishly before putting your bike into a lower gear and taking off, leaving Alex in the background.
'Cheater!' he screamed and you just offered a playful eyeroll to yourself in response. Coming up to your first corner, you slowed and tilted the bike, the knee pad scraping the ground ever so carefully before you pushed back up and accelerated out of the turn. You heard Alex's bike coming up quickly behind you just as the road opened up to another straight stretch. You both slowed enough to ride side by side again.
'I'll make it fair this time since someone's a sore loser.' you joked, poking your foot lightly on his.
'3, 2.... 1.'
Both bikes revved to life and raced down the street, the wind ripping at your head below the small windscreen. For a quick moment, Alex's bike was nose to nose with yours but Alex forgot one thing - you were far smaller than him. Weight and stature played a huge part in racing a bike, so it came as no surprise to you when your bike started gaining on him slowly but surely. By the time you both reached another turn in the street, you slowed down and rode side by side again.
'Never underestimate the power of being short in motorcycle racing.'
'Now I know why my brother is so quick.'
'The power of the ant-man.' you pumped your muscles a few times and he shook his head as he laughed at you.
As you rode in tandem with Alex, you took in the sights of the beautiful day. The weather couldn't have been more perfect for riding. It was just coming to the ends of summer and the beginnings of fall, so the temperatures were like heaven on earth - not too cold but certainly not too hot. The road had taken you to a land that looked like it went on for miles and miles in either direction - prairie grass blowing in the breeze, cows dotting along the fields, and mountains in front of you. As you were enjoying the views around you, you felt Alex's hand barely touch at your ass. You looked over at him and saw that he had moved his bike closer to yours and was making a grabby hand motion at your ass. You giggled and stood up on your bike pegs, angling your ass over towards him and you heard him mumble out a celebratory "yes!" in response. He grabbed at it and then slapped it harshly before you sat back down on your seat and kept riding. No words were needed right now because it was just you and Alex and the chemistry you both had together.
It had to have been a while since you and Alex left the house because the sun was beginning to hit the horizon, throwing out it's last light to paint the sky in sapphire, tangerine, rouge, and the most beautiful shade of lilac you'd ever seen.
'Time stops existing when you're riding, doesn't it?' Alex spoke up. It was almost like he read your thoughts when you looked at the sunset.
'It does. I love it. It's so freeing.' you said, letting go of your handlebars and letting your hands float out next to you in the wind. Alex thought you'd never looked more beautiful...
'I think there's a little park up here if you want to stop and watch the sunset.' his finger pointed ahead of him to a beautiful little park that not a single soul occupied.
'Yeah, let's go there.' you said as he fell back behind you when a car drove towards you.
'I like the view better back here, I have to say.' he joked, flashing his lights in your mirror as he very clearly checked out your ass.
'You are unbelievable.' you laughed, turning into the parking lot of the park and putting your kickstand down. You switched the bike off and took off your helmet as Alex did the same next to you. You both took your biker jackets off before Alex took your hand and led you to the table and bench that sat underneath a little gazebo.
'This is so nice. I love this.' you said dreamily, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells around you. Alex put his arm around your waist and pulled you to sit on his lap while he laid his head on your shoulder to watch the colors change in the sky.
'You look beautiful when you're riding a bike, you know that?' he said softly.
'What makes you say that?'
'I don't know just... Seeing you earlier put your hands out beside you and feel the wind and the freedom that riding gives you... You've never been more beautiful to me.' he said, kissing your lips when you turned your head to look at him. A few pecks turned into longer touches and slow, roaming hands.
'Alex, we can't do this here.' you sighed out as his lips attacked your neck.
'There's no one here. We're the only ones up here.'
'Yeah, but what if someone sees us?'
'Who will see us? The trees? The birds?' he chuckled when you snorted out a laugh.
'If we get caught, I'm forever holding my embarrassment against you.'
'Deal.' he smirked, kissing your lips for a short moment before you stepped back onto the ground and sat on your knees. You unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening cock, placing wet kisses along the length of him. He was leaned back with his elbows on the table behind him, legs spread to allow you space, and watching your every move like a hawk. He watched as your tongue swirled it's way around his tip before your lips closed around him and sucked harshly. His body jolted in response and you looked up at him with doe eyes with an innocent giggle. His left hand that was resting on the table came to pull your hair and make you look at him.
'Be a good girl and suck daddy's cock, yeah? I know you can do that.' he leaned forward to place a searing kiss on your lips before releasing your hair and letting you get back to work. Your mouth was his biggest weakness, whether it be when you were talking and how smooth your voice was or when you had him stuffed down your throat. Either way, he worshipped your mouth.
'Fuck... Just like that.' he groaned, tossing his head back when you swallowed around him as you deepthroated him. You slowly drew back, zigzagging you tongue along the underside of him in the process. When you got to his tip, you blew a breath of cold air on him and he twitched in response. His body missed the warmth of your mouth and your tongue against the brisk autumn air.
'I wanna fuck you so bad right now.' he said breathlessly, looking down at how you played with his cock. Like a cat with a ball of yarn.
'You said it yourself, there's no one here.' you lilted, giggling when he stood up and had you bent over the table before you could blink. His long, nimble fingers were working at the button on your jeans immediately and he yanked then down just enough to have access to what he craved. He ran himself through your folds for a moment before he sheathed himself inside of you, a feral growl coming from deep within his chest.
'Oh god...' you whined, perking up your ass a little bit to get him deeper inside of you. His pace was mind blowing right off the line, breasts bouncing in your shirt and your nails scraping against the cement table.
'This is my favorite view, right here.' he grunted, slapping your ass as his hips continued their wild pace. You willed your arms not to fail you as you used them to lift yourself up to him and kiss him. His hand took hold of your hair as he kissed you, his brows scrunching at the surge of passion and love he felt for you.
'I love you Alex.' you said quietly against his lips.
'Mm... I love you too babygirl.' he smiled, his hips never faltering in their determined movements. 'I want you to cum for me. Can you do that for daddy, hm? Can you cum on my cock and soak it?'
'Yes, oh fuck yes.' you whined loudly, gasping when he reached his hand around your front and rubbed tight circles on your clit. He felt your body begin to go stiff and hugged your back to his chest.
'It's okay baby, I got you. Let go for me.' he breathed in your ear, his hot breath mixed with the air growing colder as the sun went below the horizon. Goosebumps rose against your skin so hard that they became sensitive to the touch.
'I- Alex oh god..' you moaned, your brain forgetting how to form words as your release crashed into you like a tidal wave.
'You're gonna make me cum babe, oh...' he growled out, your pussy tightening around him and gripping him like a vice. He took the skin of your shoulder between his teeth as he released inside of you. You moaned along with him as you felt the pulses of his cock each time he shot his release into you. He placed a lazy kiss on your neck before turning your lips to his.
'Now you get to ride home with my cum inside you.' he smirked, smacking your ass as you bit your lip.
'That's okay. Just wait until we get home and you see the new lingerie set I got.' you buttoned your jeans and looked over your shoulder at him as he followed you back to the bikes. You could feel his release leaking out of you and you found yourself thanking the gods that you were going straight home.
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Do the riders have to 18 or older for you to wrote for them?
And, can I request a Francesco Bagnaia x reader where the reader and him first meet after the reader has a bad day. Hopefully this isn't too specific. Thank youuu 💖❤💖❤
Bad Day
GIRL, FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED IT. Also, sidenote - writers block sucks a diiiiiick
From the moment you woke up this morning to right now, this day had been a banner day. And not a good one. This had been a banner shit day of all banner shit days. It started when your alarm didn't go off, so you were in a terrible rush to get ready for work. You weren't able to style your hair how you wanted it, you didn't have time to make your coffee, didn't even have time to pack your lunch, and you locked your keys in your car when you got to work. So as if the morning couldn't get any worse, you had to wait outside your office building for a locksmith to come and unlock your car so that you could get your keys to unlock the door to your office.
It didn't stop there. Oh no... At work, you had computer issues almost all day and were barely able to get any work done. Since you were so busy figuring out your computer, you forgot to order lunch and then as you were eating, you spilled some of your food onto your lap. It was just not your day today...
You clocked out and left the office, getting into your car and sighing before leaning your head against the steering wheel.
'Why can't something good happen to me today? Just one thing, that's all I ask...' you said to yourself, starting your car and driving to pick up some dinner and coffee for yourself. At this point, you were shocked that your car even started. Why not add one more thing to the list of bad things happening today?
You drove to the restaurant and decided to have dinner there instead of doing takeout. You wanted to zone out alone at a table and just take in the rest of the day around you. The hostess walked you to your seat and you began to scan the menu. Everything looked delicious since you'd hardly eaten anything today. Putting the menu down, you just put your head in your hands and rubbed your eyes out of exhaustion.
'Excuse me, Ms.? Are you okay?' you heard a male voice say from next to your table. You stopped rubbing your eyes and looked to where the voice came from only to find a very attractive, curly headed man. Brown, curly hair and some facial hair paired with chocolate brown eyes and the cutest smile you'd ever seen. Holy... Mother of god... Evem in the haze of your exhaustion, you realized who this was.
'A-ah yes I-I'm fine. Just tired. I've not had the greatest day today.' you said shyly. He walked over to the chair across from you and pointed.
'Do you have someone else joining you?'
'No! I came here alone.'
'Mind if I sit?' he asked, his brown eyes sparkling down at you.
'Not at all! I'd love the company.'
'I'm Francesco. And you are?' he reached out his hand to yours.
'Y/N. I don't mean to sound creepy, but I know who you are. I'm a huge fan of the sport.' you said, cheeks burning red when he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.
'Ahhh... Maybe that's why you haven't had the best day. There was no race.' he joked, watching a smile and laugh draw out of you.
'I think you may be onto something there. I hate summer break. It seems to feel like an eternity when you guys aren't on the track.' you said, taking a sip of the water the waiter had put on the table.
'Believe me, I know. It's hard to pull away from a passion like that and take a break. But it's nice to have the down time.'
'So what are you doing here? I thought you'd be on vacation in some ridiculously expensive place and having the time of your life.' you chuckled at him.
'I wanted to come somewhere where I'm not recognized. No one knows me here, so it's nice to be able to walk alone in the street and not be noticed or asked for pictures.'
'Well I hate to burst your bubble, but I totally recognized you. I may even ask for an autograph.' you said, giggling when he laughed.
'I'll give you a pass just this once.'
'Even if I ask for a photo too?'
'Even if you ask for a photo. But I will need something in exchange for my services.' he smirked lightly.
'Oh?'
'Give me your number.' he said smoothly.
'Ahh... That was awfully smooth of you Pecco.' you tilted your head and hid your smile by drinking another sip of water.
'Did it work?' he asked with a grin on his face.
'I think it did because I'm about to give you my number.' you laughed, grabbing his phone and putting your number in his contacts.
'Now, do we take the picture and get the autograph now or after we eat dinner together?' he winked.
'Let's do after. I haven't eaten today, so I am starving.' you said while picking up your menu again.
'You are probably the first fan I've met that chooses food over a picture with me.' he joked, liking the change.
'You severely underestimate my love of food then. Food and motogp riders are currently at a tie for first place on my priority list.' you laughed while looking over all of the delicious food options.
'By the end of tonight, I'll make a bet that motogp will be back on top.'
'What makes you so sure?' you quizzed him, squinting your eyes at him across the table.
'Because you're here with me.' he winked, taking a sip from his wine glass that he carried over from the bar earlier.
Turns out, that was all the good luck you needed that day. Months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend and asked you to travel with him. Best turn of luck ever...
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Enea Bastianini
Smut - 💦
Fluff - 💕
Angst - 🔥
Tough Day - 💕
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Author's Note: Girl... You ask? I deliver. 👀😏
Dripping Love
'Babe, why do you look so hot in this picture?' you asked Marc, laying in bed with him and enjoying the quiet together. You showed him the sexy picture you were staring at and he grabbed your phone and laughed.
'Where did you even find this picture?' he chuckled.
'I took it while you were on the podium last week. I couldn't resist.' you giggled, sliding over the sheets on the bed to get closer to him. You kissed his cheek and he smiled in response, turning his head to look at you.
'Is it the tongue?' he smirked, his hand coming to feel the expanse of your neck and ghost over the sensitive skin lightly. You bit your lip as your eyes were glued to his mouth.
'Not so much the tongue as the champagne dripping off your tongue.' you smirked, watching him toss your phone and his PS4 controller to the side as he hovered over top of you now.
'And why is that, hm? Does it make you think of my head between your legs? Licking and kissing on your pussy.' he lilted in your ear, licking a thin and purposeful stripe up your neck before nipping at your jaw. 'My fingers curling inside you. That always makes you writhe under me baby, yeah?'
'Fuck... Yes.' you sighed out, leaning your head back and letting him have more access to your neck. He let out a breathy chuckled against the skin there before mouthing at it messily and relishing the gasps and whimpers that fell from your lips.
'You want me to make you cum with my tongue, don't you princess?' he chuckled, making quick work of your clothes and kissing at the skin on your breasts. You tangled your hands through his curly hair that had grown out slightly, sighing out your response as you leaned back against the pillows. You watched him place open mouthed kisses down your torso, his dark eyes glaring dangerously up at you before he wore a knee weakening smirk. He placed one kiss on your pubic bone before he settled himself between your legs, propping your legs on his shoulders as his arms wrapped around your hips to hold you steady. As soon as his tongue licked the first stripe from your entrance up to your clit, you were putty in his hands. Marc had always been exceptionally good with his tongue, and when he used it on you, he knew exactly how to work you to get you to fall apart in minutes.
'Ah Marc!' you squealed, your hips jerking when his lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking harshly. You felt him breathe out a chuckle as he continued his motions, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in place.
'Oh my god.' you sobbed out in pleasure, arching your back and slapping your hand on the sheets beneath you to grip at the fabric. His fingers had been added into the mix and you were losing your mind already. He removed his mouth from your clit and watched his fingers move in and out of you.
'God babe... You're soaking my hand already. Do you like my tongue that much?' he chuckled, placing a sloppy, wet kiss on your inner thigh. Nothing but a whimper fell from your lips in response when he started curling his fingers inside you. With your thighs shaking, Marc smirked at his handiwork before going to suck a hickey into your thigh. Pulling away and admiring the purple mark he left behind, he went back to suckling at your clit and held you down to the mattress. The torture of not being able to roll your hips against his tongue was getting too much for you, the familiar burning in your stomach starting to bubble over. Something about this feeling felt different though. It was stronger and creeping up on you quicker than anything you'd ever felt.
'Fuck, ah!' you moaned, your mouth opening in a silent gasp as your back arched high off the mattress, both of your hands going to his hair to pull at it. He groaned and the slight pain, but continued his torture on your clit, groaning more when he felt you squirt onto his fingers as they continued to curl harshly inside of you.
'Fuck baby...' he sighed, pulling away and feeling his cock get even harder as he watched your juices spray slightly onto the sheet beneath you. When his fingers withdrew from you, he tapped your thigh lightly with his face still between your legs.
'Look at me princess.' he whispered, watching you will yourself to look down at him after your powerful orgasm. As you did so, you watched him mimic the photo that started this whole session, your juices dripping from his tongue as he smirked up at you. When your thighs started shaking in response, he rubbed his thumb over the purple mark he left earlier, his eyes getting about 10 shades darker.
'I'm not done with you yet, amor.' he growled, putting his face between your legs again and getting back to work. You had to remind yourself to take more sexy pixtures of him if this is what you got in return...
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