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BEARD BURN WITH QUINN HUGHES PLEASE
trouble — QH43
pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader
warnings: smut, oral (f & m receiving), roadhead, no actual sex, praise, degradation, swearing, mention of a safe word, use of the word brat like once or twice, canucks losing (sorry quinny), reader is a bit annoying for a scene, a bit of sad quinn for like 2 mins, not proofread!!
synopsis: quinn losing a bet results in you getting to enjoy his beard for just a wee bit longer [4.2k]
a/n: hugeeee thank you to my hockey cunt @thegrantic for basically giving me the whole idea for this!! i waffled BIG TIME on this so a lot of it is filler, feel free to skip to the smut if that’s what your here for (i wont judge you)
you watched him from the comfort of your bed, eyes still sleepy and the morning sun being far too bright for your liking. he's fresh out the shower, steam rolling out of the en suite into the bedroom, windows coated in condensation which only seemed to intensify the suns rays.
morning had never, and you vowed would never, be your thing. but being with quinn meant early mornings, wether it was a run or a workout, he practically begged you to join him. and when he gave you those eyes who were you to reject him?
you weren't sure if it was his hectic schedule, or perhaps just because he liked the look, but he'd been beginning to grow his beard out more than before. you were used to a little stubble sure, but it was usually gone the day after you'd mention it, and you were so fucking happy he'd decided to grow it out.
it was becoming a daily test for you to not jump on him on him the longer he kept it, like a predator with their prey you just wanted to devour him.
from the steamed up windows you could see that he was rubbing the shaving cream on his face, finding the time to brush his teeth when you'd been off daydreaming, but it was the white froth on his face that caught your attention.
it takes practically all of your willpower to even get out of the bed, before 10am it was blasphemous for you, a sin you'd be repenting for the rest of your life, and you'd been brining quinn down with you for forcing you up so early. "what are you doing?" he jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, half expecting you to already be back to sleep that you'd basically snuck up on him.
“uh, shaving." he answers the obvious, motioning to the cream that still coated his cheek, ready to be cut away from the fresh blade he'd put on his razor.
you stop his hand before it can reach the razor, taking it in your own. "q, you can't shave."
quinn quirks an eyebrow at your words, a small laugh bubbling from his chests as the look on your face is so serious, like in your mind this is no laughing matter. "and why can't i shave?"
"cause you look hot with a beard?" you said, mimicking his earlier tone, the reason so painfully obvious to you although it hadn't even crossed your boyfriends mind when he'd started growing it out.
he can't help but laugh this time, the smallest of smug smiles threatening to pull at his lips and you could see the sides of them curving up. "you think so?" you nod your head at his words, like it was the clearest thing to ever understand, and you couldn't quite get why he didn't know that. "too bad, it's fucking itchy."
“quinn," you drag out his name in a whine, like a spoiled child who wasn't getting a toy they'd asked for, hoping it would change his mind, instead he only answered with a shake of his head before squeezing your hand and slipping his own from it, reaching for the razor. "why don't we make a bet."
this seemed to pique his interest, stopping his hand on the way to his face before he turned to look at you, the conversation finally not being had through looks in the mirror. "what kinda bet you thinkin'?" he entertained your request, wanting to see what you'd came up with in that short amount of time.
"well, you guys play tomorrow right?" you asked him, already knowing the answer was yes, and when quinn nodded apprehensively, you continued. "you lose, you keep the beard for another week. you win, you get to shave."
“or i could just shave now?" he propositioned, ignoring the conditions you'd already set.
"you do that and i cut you off."
"you wouldn't." he was quick to reply, what he assumed was an empty threat still not enough to convince him to keep the beard.
a smug smile made its way onto your face, you stepped an inch closer to him, running the tips of your fingers over his exposed chest, small droplets of water still clinging to the taut skin. "i have a hand hughes, i'll be just fine." you dragged out the last two words, emphasising your point to him.
"fine."
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as usual, you were sat with the other wives and girlfiends, the printed "HUGHES 43" proudly displayed across your back, watching as the clock ticked away, too slowly for your liking, feeling like time was slowing down as they were down just one goal, every action felt like it'd been edited slower, dragging out the losing feeling.
you knew it'd be a tough game, at home and against vegas, it was just a recipe for a headache. they'd been as good as they could've been, quinn getting an early goal in the first period before vegas responded only two minutes later. a similar story in the second period, and now in the third with only a minute left they were lagging behind 3-2, hoping they could get a goal to drag it to overtime and at least salvage a point but luck was not on their side.
the familiar horn went off, signalling the end of the game, the loss of the home team, and the players skated off of the ice, and you could see quinn muttering to himself and kicking up snow as he made his way over to the tunnel, no doubt blaming himself for the loss.
it was wrong, you knew it you really did, that deep down a small part of you was happy they'd lost, after all it meant you'd won your and quinn's bet, but you pushed the part of you that wanted to gloat down, standing in the crowded hallway with the rest of the girls, waiting to greet their own significant others after the loss.
just your luck, quinn was always one of the last out, no doubt taking time to apologise to the guys for the (rare) mistakes he'd made in the game, and you were practically alone when he'd finally gotten himself showered and ready again, save for the security guard you'd found yourself in conversation with.
quinn glanced your way, bag strap draped over one of his shoulders, your eyes trail over his flushed face. he was still sweating, the shower doing nothing to tame the adrenaline rush, and the redness was just barely starting to fade from his cheeks down to his neck. "you ready?" he mumbled, a clear sign he wasn't in the mood for talking and you nodded your head, a quick smile and goodbye to the man who'd kept you company and you were leaving.
"you really did play well, q." from the outside perspective, your words were sweet, but quinn knew you well enough from the years of dating that you were bursting to rub it in that you'd won the bet, but you held back for his sake.
the drive home was practically silent, a stark contrast to how it usually was, even when they lost quinn had at least things to say to you, when he'd go a ramble about how good one of the guys had played or how he wished he'd done a play differently and you'd usually just nod your head and listen, it was all he needed, just a person to listen to him.
which was why it was so difficult to keep your words to yourself, you hated seeing him quiet, quinn was never quiet. you swore he could talk for both of you and still have things to say, so the silence was something different, something you definitely did not like.
you were nearly home, ten minutes left if the roads were clear, not that you were counting, but your eyes kept flickering to the radio display, the time clear in blue led's, as was the "radio off" sticking out to you.
so you decided to test your luck, fingers pressing at the one switch before quinn could question what you were doing, the song coming through the speakers one you recognised but not one you could name, and then you went back to looking out of the window, a quick flick of your eyes towards quinn to see his reaction before you did so.
he was quick to turn it back off, silence encapsulating the car once again but only for a few seconds before you pressed it on again, hearing a sigh fall from quinn's lips and you assumed he'd just given up fighting you on it. "have you always been this annoying?"
“since you met me, q." you quipped, a look over your shoulder thrown in his direction before you faced out of the window again, humming to yourself the tune of the song. "why'd you wanna sit in silence so badly?"
quinn didn't answer you, focus entirely on the road but you seen his grip onto the steering wheel just a little bit harder, knuckles turning white and his jaw clenched as the red light reflected against his features. "what, you not talking to me now?" you breathed out a disbelieving laugh, still not bothering to even look at him fully, maybe you were as bad as him. "don't be mad at me just cause you lost twice."
"fuck y/n, when'd you become such a brat?" finally, you turned to look at him, lips parting at his words and you found his eyes already on yours, a frenzied look on this as they grew a shade darker, a fire burning behind them like he was seeking out conflict, wanting a fight, like he was still on the ice.
"don't call me that."
"why, you're actin' like one right now aren't you?" the light turned green, the only way you'd realised was the way it shone against his face, different from the harsh red glow from before, and this time you could see the humour in his eyes, he was enjoying riling you up, and your eyes drifted from his face down to his hands on the steering wheel, tightening around the leather.
"how long till we're home?"
he quirked an eyebrow at your question, but answered anyway, wanting to know what you were planning. "about 5 minutes."
"you think i can get you off in 5 minutes?" you were already reaching across the console, the sweats he'd chose to wear doing nothing to hide the growing bulge beneath them and you heard him suck in a breath as you ran your hands over it, glancing back up to him to see he's tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
"know you can do it in less." his words gave you a boost of confidence, quinn helping you push down his sweats and he lift his hips enough for you to rid him of them and his boxers.
its definitely an awkward arrangement, but with a little effort you manage to drape yourself across the console without too much discomfort on your part, right elbow resting between his thighs as you use that hand to stroke him lazily, feeling him harden under your hand before you drop your head pressing a teasing kiss to his tip, feeling his shudder under your arm. "y/n-"
you cut him off when you took just the tip in your mouth, one of his hands falling from the steering wheel to your back, dancing along your spine before it found its place in your hair, wrapping itself in the soft strands and tugging at the roots. feeling him twitch in your mouth when you circle the slit, you grin up at him, seeing his eyes flittering down to yours in a way that was definitely not road safe. "fuck, baby, please."
his pleas didn't fall on deaf ears, entertaining them as your lips brushed up the side of his cock, kissing along his length, before taking him further into your mouth. "only because you said please." this time you let his hand guide your head down against him, fingers flexing against your scalp, desperate to keep a grip on you but it was slowly slipping away.
he can hear you spluttering around him, saliva and pre cum escaping your lips and falling against your chest, the open cut shirt you'd worn at least giving him a nice view. another shaky groan rumbled in his chest, a moan threatening to spill from his mouth when your hand squeezed what your mouth couldn't take. "fuck, never gonna forget how good your mouth feels."
you pull off of him for just a second, catching your breath in the process, before you looked up at him. "never gonna have to." the promise was too sweet for the moment, but he couldn't help but appreciate it, he'd never have to forget you because he'll always have you.
entirely too encouraged by his praise and sounds, against his own direction, you push your head down to lightly gag around him, eliciting a moan from him. your own spit starts to hit your chest again, and the squeeze of your hand around him has him bucking his hips into your mouth, tip hitting against the back of your throat almost painfully but the sound of your name from his lips is enough to make up for it.
“i'm so close, so good to me-" you can feel his thighs tensing under your hand, his cock twitching in your mouth a tell tale sign that he was close, and all it took was pushing your head down till he repeatedly hit the back of your throat for him to be releasing down it, your hums vibrating against him only causing him to let out a groan, feeling him still in your throat and finally lift you off of him.
you almost feel a sense of pride when you look up at him, cheeks flushed for a second time tonight although for an entirely different reason, and chest heaving as he tried to catch him breath, matching your own laboured breathing as you did the same.
"told you you could do it in less." you let out a small laugh against his thigh, glancing up to the illuminated clock, just under five minutes since you'd last checked, and you force yourself to move from the position that had now become unbearably uncomfortable.
the turn in the road felt familiar, one you could recognise out of a lineup if you needed to, the one that took you home and you felt butterflies in your stomach, anticipation practically dripping down your thighs as quinn parked the car in your designated spot in the lot, your legs begging you were already at your apartment as they felt they'd buckle under any pressure.
you, however, powered through their protests, thankful you did as the comforting smell of your apartment filled your senses as quinn unlocked the door. the scent a perfect mix of yours and quinn's, the remnants of a once burnt candle nestled in there alongside the perfume you'd put on earlier.
there was something so domestic about the way quinn looked at you, like in a split second he's be down on his knees proposing to you, what was once just an apartment was now a home, your home. "quinn," the whine of his name broke him out of his trance, at some point you'd made your way over to him, just an inch away, needing to be closer. "have no idea how badly i want you, q."
"fuck, know i love it when you talk like that." he was quick to slot his lips over yours, the kiss harsh enough to knock the air from your lungs, filling them with him. his hand tangled in your hair, forcing your neck up with a gasp, allowing him access to the skin, marking you up with rough kisses against your pulse point.
it was magic really, how he was able to render you a whimpering mess with just a few kisses, hand grasping at the grown our strands of hair, longer than he'd had before but fuck did you love it. "quinn, please."
quinn lifted his head from your neck, swollen lips hovering over yours, brushing over them as he spoke. "please, what? what'd you need baby."
"your mouth, please, q." you were too desperate to have any shame, the only thought in your mind was of your own pleasure.
he pressed a searing kiss against your lips, as if telling you to be patient whilst he go to work with you. "only because you said please." he mocked your earlier words, using them against you and you wanted to roll your eyes at the smirk on his lips as he did so. your jeans were quickly discarded, leaving you only in your canucks jersey and panties underneath.
you could feel the warmth from his body when he hooked his hands underneath the waistband of your panties, carefully pulling them down your legs and you stepped out of them, leaving now just in his name-claimed jersey, the cold hitting your legs more than before and you wondered if it was placebo, you felt more exposed and your body reacted as if you were. his eyes seemed to darken more than they had before, a light blush coating his cheeks like it had the first time he'd seen like this.
quinn spread your legs apart when he lifted he pushed you down onto the bed, stepping in between your thighs, pressing kisses against your skin when, squeezing your thighs when he met them and leaving marks leading to where you needed him most. "hm, so lucky aren't i?" your head fell back when you felt his breath hitting your cunt, blowing hot hair on you to see you squirm, before he gently swiped a finger over your slit, your hips involuntarily bucking towards his hand. "all for me, yeah?"
you felt totally out of it, only nodding your head when pressed his thumb against your clit, your brain short-circuiting at the contact, only adding to the sensation when he flattens his tongue against you. he gave you no time react before his mouth found its way to your clit, your hand instantly reaching for his hair when it became tangled in the brown mess he also seemed to be growing out.
the burn of his beard against your sensitive skin only adds to the feeling, mixing insatiably with the pleasure you were feeling from his mouth on you, something you'd never get used to.
your other hand gripped at the clean white bed sheets, thighs tightening around his head like you were scared he'd move, holding him in place so that even if he tried he couldn't. quinn grabbed one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder to allow himself a better angle, gently grazing his teeth over your clit, the hairs on his face tickling against your inner thigh, nearly having you melting into the bed, though it elicited a loud moan of his name from you.
there was no stopping the noises that came from your mouth, whimpers, whines and moans of his name falling from your lips at his relentless attack on your cunt. "feels so good quinn-" your words only encouraged him, walls clenching around his fingers when he curled two of them inside you, the feeling of that and his tongue circling your clit had you tumbling towards your first orgasm.
your head fell back against the bed, mouth open in a silent moan, wanting to scream but you couldn't find your voice, and eyes screwed shut from the pleasure. when quinn looked up he swore he saw died, went to heaven and seen a fucking angel, branding the sight in his memory for those long roadies.
your release didn't stop his attack, fingers still moving at the same pace they had before and tongue still relentless against your clit. "know you can give me another one." he mumbled against your skin, the vibration sent shockwaves through your body. his lips quicken against you, his fingers moving inside you at a bruising pace that you can feel your second orgasm beginning to form, still so sensitive from the first, your clit twitching under his tongue.
"quinn, please, gonna cum again." your words heeded little warning, your thighs clenching around his head again, pulling him closer to you in angle that had you writhing against the sheets, moving your hips against his face to gain more friction.
on fire was all you could describe the way your body felt, nerves alive, hairs standing that you didn't even know you had. quinn's touch against your skin feeling electric, like he was shocking you each time he came in contact, the warmth of his lips travelling up your stomach, a trail of your slick being left in his path that any other thing would have you embarrassed, but not now. “taking it like a fucking slut, letting me fuck you how i want to, yeah?”
you swore you could drown in the smell of him, one that came so natural it only made you fall for him even harder every time he was this close to you. he drove you insane, nodding your head frantically without even fully registering his words.
the coil in your stomach tightened until it couldn’t any more, snapping and all you saw was white, eyes screwed shut as your body felt like it wasn’t yours anymore, thighs shaking around quinns waist as he moved to press a chaste kiss to your lips, talking you through your release as he continued the movement of his fingers.
the rise and fall of your chest was something quinn would never get sick of, so addictive that he was the one fucking you so good, even with only his tongue and fingers, that you could barely breathe. in fact, it only spurred him on more.
“think you can give me another?”
you whined at his words, shaking your head although he saw the way you clenched around nothing at the thought. “quinn, can’t-“
“you won remember, winners get rewards.”
there’s not much time for you to react when he’s back against your skin, the friction from his beard has you moaning, the sensation something you could definitely get used to. “remember the safe word?”
nodding your head, you let a small smile form on your swollen lips, no matter how past gone you both were he still checked you were okay with everything. “blue.”
“good girl, gonna make you feel so good.” quinn hooks his arm underneath both of your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed and he’s on the floor, throwing your legs over his shoulder and pressing a teasing kiss onto your clit, your head lulling against the cushion from the overstimulation.
he’s almost too slow for you with the way his tongue moves against you, savouring the moment at the wrong time when you press his head further against you, hand on the back of your head in a similar way to the way he had when you were in the car. “need more, q.”
a string of curses escapes your lips when he take your clit in his mouth, sucking on it till your practically sobbing, and his hands move from holding you in place to your hands, a small squeeze of your hands enough to comfort you through anything.
“fuck, quinn-“
your hands begin to push against his head, the sensation becoming too overwhelming that it’s almost sore. your overstimulated clit feeling spent from the night. he simply grabs you by the wrists and pins then down by the side of your body, back to keeping you in place. his tongue flicks against your throbbing clit, a scolding for moving away from him, before he’s back to sucking on it.
your voice is hoarse, moans are now broken whimpers and whines, lacking the energy to even speak, third orgasm approaching quicker than the others, hurling towards you, feeling like it’ll run you over. “fuck, can i quinn?”
his beard scratches against your thigh, the skin now a burning red, his pupils blown out as he looks up at you, tongue still attacking your clit. “let go for me, baby, last one.”
quinn worked you through your orgasm, soft kisses being pressed against your skin, a stark contrast to the relentless pulse of his fingers rubbing your clit, until you had to wrap your own wrist against his, forcing him away from you.
he left a trail of kisses up for your body, reaching your lips when he slotted his lips over yours, not wanting anything more than to just kiss you. you let out a whine when he broke the kiss though, needing him close to you, when instead he went into the en suite, returning with a dampened cloth.
you hissed in pain as he dabbed it against your reddened skin, the gentleness of his touch calming down the stinging. “promise me you’ll never shave again?”
quinn laughed at your request, but nonetheless nodded his head, both of you knowing it to be a hollow promise, but already fantasising about when he grows it out again.
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some may say im rotting @scudevils brain.
I say in producing more braincells.
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once again, thank you so so so much for all the love & support <3 i’ll be answering everything as fast as i can!
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Lucie is very mad at Quinn.
she just told me 😭
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game time!! ✨
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he looks so damn good oh my godbiueqqfwbj;
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jersey boy — JM6
pairing: john marino x fem!reader
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), swearing, slight degradation, praise, semi-public, like slight voyeurism, established relationship, not proofread!!
synopsis: he just looked too hot not to fuck at the stadium series [<1k]
a/n: completely self indulgent whilst i was in the middle of writing the barzy fic which is why its so short 😭
they were riding the high from the win, nico and nate getting two goals each, john getting his 100th career win and of course a devils win, what wasn't there to celebrate?
that sentiment was how you found yourself now, johns lips pressed against your pulse point, leaving wet red marks in their wake, your gasps bouncing off the confined walls of the bar bathroom. you barely keep your hands off of him, how could you when he looked that fucking good?
"john-" you thread your fingers through his hair, the curls he was beginning to free recently not doing well to help your obsession with pulling on the dark strands, a breathy moan falling from your lips in the sound of his name.
eventually you managed to get him to detach his lips from your neck, instead slotting over your own, your back pressed against the sink counter, john's hands wandering your body as if for the first time, pawing at the clothes he earlier deemed too little and now far too much. "you gonna let me fuck you here, hm?" his hand ran down the side of your cheek, taunting you, a mocking tone to his words.
"please." your voice was just above a whisper, shame seeping into your words, the realisation that his friends, his teammates, were just outside and could interrupt at any moment, hear you at any moment.
"gonna need you to be real quiet, okay?" his hands found home on your hips, lifting you up onto the counter, your back pressed against the cool glass, goosebumps rising on your legs as the bottom of your dressed had already bunched up below your waist. “don’t want them to hear you do you?” shaking your head, he smiled.
he was quick to undo the belt around his waist, pushing down the trousers he was wearing enough to free himself, tip already leaking pre-cum, begging for you to touch him. "wait." john's eyes snapped up to meet yours, worry pooling in them, nearly sobering him up with the fear he'd done something or that you were having second thoughts. "wanna touch you, please."
"you can touch me whenever you fucking want to, baby." he groaned, watching the way you dropped your feet back onto the bar floor, and the way your eyes never left him as you got down onto your knees in front of him, the subconscious act of licking your lips driving him fucking crazy.
there was something about the way he towered over you when you were on your knees that turned you on like nothing else, knowing he could manhandle your body like a rag doll if he wanted to, fuck yeah you wanted him to do that to you. your hand stroked lazily, feeling him harden in your hand and he sucked in a breath when you swiped your thumb over his tip.
swirling your tongue around the tip, a groan fell from his lips, joined by a chorus of swear words when you took him fully in your mouth, his hand immediately finding the back of your hair and forming a makeshift ponytail, preventing you from moving as his hips moved to meet your own movement. "just like that, shit."
you managed to look up, seeing just the underside of his neck as his head lolled back, eyes screwed shut. the sound of you gagging only egged him on, his thrusts becoming harsher, tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. moaning around him, the vibrations ran through his whole body, feeling his thigh clenching under the hand you used for support.
"don't stop, fucking don't." john was doing most of the movement now, holding your head still as he fucked into your mouth, using you for his own pleasure. "so good to me-" you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth, always a tell tale sign that he was close, all it taking was pushing your head down till he repeatedly hit the back of your throat for him to release down it, keeping you there so nothing spills.
john intertwined his fingers with your own, lifting you up from your knees and giving you a few seconds to recovers before his lips were back on yours, softer this time, like he was in less of a rush. “looked so good today johnny.” you spoke against his lips, pulling them between yours before he could reply.
a knock at the door broke you apart, words you couldn’t quite make out but you knew the gist of what they were saying, and you were thoroughly embarrassed they totally knew what was going on.
“gonna have to wait till we get home to show me just how how good i looked then huh?” john’s voice broke into a small laugh, the first of you to leave the bathroom as he let you touch up the makeup on your face that had been completely ruined, mascara pooled at the corner of your eyes.
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GIRL I HAVE THE URGEEEEE FOR DOM!LUKE??? LIKE SUPER JEALOUS LUKE SO PLEASE QUENCH MY THIRST 🙏🏿🫶🏿
poison ivy — LH43
pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mirror sex, choking, slight orgasm denial, degradation, praise, jealousy, possessive behaviour, swearing, dirty talk (its a lot im sorry), little fluff at the end, not proofread!!
synopsis: *insert the fuck around, find out meme* [3.0k]
a/n: honestly pretty badly written cause i was drunk when i started writing and found it kinda hard to write like harsh dom luke but here we are! 😭😭
luke hand snaked around your neck, calloused hands rough against your skin as it forced your head to look up at him through the mirror. his eyes staring into yours as your head lolled, breaking the eye contact as he thrusts into you, a harsh grip on your hips from his other hand. "i told you to look at me." he punctuated his words with a harder snap of his hips, wearily, you lifted your head to meet his eyes again, your own gone blurry.
he'd always had a thing having you watch when you had sex, telling you how pretty you were when you struggled to look at him, to follow the instructions he gave you, the completely fucked out look on your face, and he wanted you to see that.
and so that why he accept how you were now, head hanging as you refused to look at him, mirror facing the bed. you let out a pitiful whine of his name as he slowed down his strokes, dragging himself in an out of you at an agonising pace, you lifted your head slightly to see him staring down at you through the mirror. "please luke," you pushed your hips back, hoping to get any type of friction that would push you over the edge, though his hand on your body stopped you from getting much.
you were already overstimulated, tired as your legs had gone shaky, going for your third orgasm of the night and luke hadn't even broke a sweat, the only time you cursed the endurance of an athlete.
luke’s fingers tangled their way into your hair, scratching lightly at the roots, forcing your head up and your back to arch as you let out a gasp, he felt you clenching around him, subconsciously or consciously, enjoying the slight tingling sensation in your scalp.
"fuck," you dragged out the word when your eyes met in the mirror, his pupils completely blown as he stared down your body, lips swollen from the marks he’d already engraved in your body. his breath was hoarse, throaty groans being heard as he picked up his pace once again, you could see the way his adams apple bobbled as he tried to keep his composure.
his tongue wet his bottom lip, the sight of the muscles rippling in his arm whilst his hand still held your hair almost enough to make you come right then. you felt him deeper in this new angle, teetering on the edge of your orgasm once again, and god did he know it.
luke released his grip on your hair, your body threatening to fall back against the plush mattress before he wrapped his arm around your abdomen. his hand found your boobs, squeezing the soft, bruised, skin and you swore your knees almost gave out.
you whimpered feeling him twitch inside of you, the sensitivity you felt becoming more and more apparent as he sat stilled inside of you, every move having you hissing, your body begging for more than what he was giving you. "look at you," as he spoke you turned your head up to look at him, luke barely sparing you a glance as he redirected you, back looking at yourself in the mirror.
your cheeks flushed a bright pink, feeling flustered under the attention you were getting, eyes darker with your pupils completely taking over, an animalistic look in them and your hair a mess, bruises littering your neck and collarbone all the way down to your belly. "so pretty like this, fucking perfect.”
you couldn't bring yourself to pay attention to anything but him as he bit on your earlobe gently, placing kisses along your jaw, gauging your reaction. his heavy-lidded gaze sending even more electric shocks through your body, goosebumps forming on the surface. luke’s fingers danced around your jaw for a few moments until they settled on the base of your neck, just sitting there.
you took note of the way the outside of his palm flexed seconds before his fingers stretched out to wrap themselves around your neck and the tips pressed into the skin, ever so lightly restricting your airflow. luke smiled at the vibrations he felt under his hand before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your temple, "look so good with my hand around your throat.”
"please, luke," the begging came out more desperate than you’d anticipated, shocking you at how needy you were for him. the ache between your legs was getting unbearable, worse by every second that passed that luke refused to move inside of you.
you tried your luck again, moving your hips backwards against his body, but it was proved impossible because of how hard his grip was on your abdomen, holding you tightly in place. he let out a laugh at your struggles, his hand that was on your stomach dropping down slightly to circle your clit painfully slowly.
"baby," your eyes found his, a softer edge to his sweet name, a smile on his face as he saw how you were struggling, but it was quickly replaced as he spoke again. "i want you to look at me when you cum." the way he spoke made your head spin; it was just above a whisper and it was as slow as his movements on your clit, just as teasing. "m’not gonna stop there, gonna wait till you forget your own fucking name.”
"luke-“
you felt his hips pulling back, your desperation hitting once he was almost fully out of you, a sudden empty feeling and you were clenching around nothing. "no, no, please," uou could've screamed at him, hit him, your eyes glossed over with tears threatening to spill at the ache between your legs, desperate for the release he was currently robbing you of.
"fuck luke, just let me cum, i’ll do anything,” his eyes met yours in the mirror once again, and you could've swore the second he heard begging like that for him he nearly moaned.
his hand fell back, hips meeting yours at a pace faster than the one before. tears started spilling down your cheeks as you closed your eyes, the feeling of being full once again and every nerve in your body spiked with pleasure. luke’s hand clasped around your throat even harder as a warning sign to keep your eyes on the mirror, more groans coming from falling from his lips. "told you to keep your eyes on me."
luke pulled you back up by your hair again, exposed further in the front of the mirror as your back arched. "such a pretty neck, baby," you felt his breath concentrating on the exposed skin of your neck, admiring his prior work and adding to it as he left open mouthed kisses. "jealous other people get to look at it too." he mumbled against your skin.
"don’t be, i’m all yours,” you spoke in a quiet voice, eyes that were previously screwed shut meeting his eyes in the mirror, attempting not to sound as fucked out broken as you were because of him. his lips ghosted over your neck, just enough for you to feel a smirk forming on them whilst his finger circled your clit.
"everyone should know that, but they don’t apparently-"
"then show them." you cut him off, the finger that was pressed against your clit sank slightly deeper on it, letting you know he was more than happy to hear those words coming from you, in fact he was encouraging it, you held back a moan once his tongue left a wet patch on your neck, sure he could feel your heart thumping underneath it.
luke’s teeth grazed the heated skin on your neck, marks forming from where his fingers dug into you, a reminder for the next few days, for everyone to see like you’d told him to.
you choked out a moan, luke’s lips enclosing around the skin that wasn't held by his teeth. he used another finger to add a firmer pressure to your clit, starting to move inside of you again as the sting on your neck faded.
your eyes closed against, revelling in the feeling of all your other senses being heightened; the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clit and the way he rolled his hips to meet yours, his other hand gripping your waist possessively. your arm wrapping round to bury in the strands of his curls the other holding onto his muscular thigh, all while the nerves in your neck sent signals of pain and ecstasy to your brain.
the fusion of it all left you weak.
you were surprised luke had gone so long letting you close your eyes, as if on cue the feeling of his hand tapping your thigh lightly caused you to open them, seeing him already looking at you with glazed over eyes, his usually dark eyes a shade darker before he went back to attacking your neck.
"luke, please, i'm gonna cum," you cried out, his name falling from your mouth with a loud moan, whines and whimpers following after. the filthy sounding pop of his mouth detaching from your neck followed soon after and he groaned against you before biting down on a spot near the one he had just marked. “please, can i?"
luke held onto your chin with two fingers, pushing upwards, anf forcing eye contact. you swallowed harshly when your eyes met, aware of the tone used in these situations. his lips grazed over the shell of your ear, so close you could feel the brush of his lips. "who do you belong to?"
his eyebrow rose in anticipation of your answer and his facial features had become sharper due to your delayed answer. it hadn’t dawned on you until then what this whole thing had been about. then the memories came back to you, the way the team had been out celebrating a big win and they’d all had a little to much to drink, one of his teammates getting a little too flirty for luke’s liking.
luke already short patience was waining with your lack of answer, rolling his eyes when he pressed his thumb to your lips. you couldn't help yourself but press your thighs together, half of you wanting to refuse to answer, following the simple logic of; if i piss him off further, he'll fuck me harder and the other half just wanting to come as quick as possible.
"answer me," luke’s hand found its place back wrapped around your neck, tighter than before and sure to leave marks that would cause a few people to worry if they seen it. you bit your lip as an attempt to stop a moan from escaping, but you failed miserably when he held the eye contact.
your teeth sank into your bottom lip, enjoying this more than you knew you should, the finger luke had on your clit speeding up when you couldn't hide the whine. "you, luke, fuck," you needed more than he was giving you, rolling your hips in an attempt for more friction when he stopped you with a harsher thrust.
you chased your high, luke temporarily loosening the hold he had on your waist, allowing your hips to grind down on him. you were so close, and he could feel it too, the way you clenched around him was unmistakable. and just just as you could feel yourself building up to it, luke’s hand on your waist returned. "fuck off luke!"
he let out a low laugh, finding how willing you were to do anything to get your release more attractive than he should.
"you're so pretty." luke smirked as he spoke, seeing the annoyance growing in your face, but still your cheeks flushed at the simple compliment. he let his thumb rest on your bottom lip. you groaned, taking the tip of his thumb in your mouth just as you would if you were sucking him off, luke’s muscles twitching at the thought.
he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and pulling you backwards towards him roughly. the movement was successful as your mouths clashed, your teeth sank into his bottom lip for a moment before you opened your mouth further, trying to gain access into his own with your tongue.
luke’s hips began moving again, his hand around your neck moving to circle your clit, letting your body hunch over again, no energy left to lift yourself up. "fuck, do you think he could fuck you better? think he could get you this wet?"
you tried to speak, but you could barely manage to connect two coherent thoughts in your brain, let alone voice them without producing gibberish. all you could feel was electrifying pleasure that came with every thrust of his cock inside of you, barely keeping your eyes open but still registering his burning gaze on you.
you started to bounce back on him without giving it a thought, your body reacting to luke almost instinctively and providing an answer to his question. you enjoyed him stretching you out and the slight pain that came with it a bit too much, muscles in your stomach tightening already as you rushed to your orgasm.
one last time he tightened the grip on your hair, forcing your head up to look at him. "keep your eyes on me, i want to see your face when you come." he bit his lip feeling his own release only minutes away and he could feel his hips faltering, a small moan leaving his own lips. "tell me your mine,”
"only yours, luke," you managed to let out in a whimper once you felt the start of your orgasm clouding your vision, seeing white and letting out sounds and words you couldn't make out in the peak of pure pleasure. "don't fucking stop."
luke groaned, still pounding deep into you, fingers gripping your hair into a loose ponytail and pulling your head back. "let everyone know how good you feel," you felt him stretching you with every move, no matter how many times you were together. luke made whimpers and curses spilling out from your throat uncontrollably each and every time.
he pushed deeper inside of you, his fingers dipped down to circle your swollen clot, drawing out even more loud and obscene sounds. in less than a minute you went from desperate squirming to another orgasm with no time to recover. you felt your entire body trembling, a feeling of control no longer present, but still luke’s fast pace never slowed.
"were so desperate for it, know you can take it.” luke’s hand reached for yours, in direct juxtaposition to his words and you realised just how close he was too, he was in the same predicament desperate to his own release. his hips stuttered for a few seconds when he tilted your head to kiss him, lips soft, no rush as he savoured the moment and feeling. your moans were swallowed by luke, his being lost between your lips.
luke flipped you over to your back, wanting to see only your face when you both came and not through a mirror. "shit, i'm so close." he leant down to take your lips between his, involuntary moaning into the kiss as your arms wrapped round his neck, bringing him chest to chest with you.
your foreheads were placed together, both working your bodies in sync to reach your mutual goal.
panting out through clenched teeth, luke tossed his head back in pleasure, he was covered in a light sheen of sweat with flushed cheeks. his whole body tingled due to the overlapping sensations that were currently taking over him.
his release spurred on your own, thighs shaking as he whispered sweet nothings to you, not nearly as intense as your last two. uke praising you as your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, moaning out his name and a list of profanities.
luke moaned against your skin as you clenched around him, the aftershock of you orgasm hitting both of you, drawing the smallest of whimpers from his lips. his hands squeezed your hips, over the marks that were already starting to develop.
he ignored the feeling of his own body aching, cock feeling over stimulated as he continued help you ride out the last of of your high, helping you through the pleasure.
you tried to catch your breath, chest heaving as small murmurs and whimpers left you. unlike before, your eyes were screwed shut tight but your lips were smiling. a silent sign to luke that you were doing okay, you didn’t need to verbalise it.
he kissed all over your face, making up the lack of affection before with small pecks on your cheeks, wanting to give you a minute before speaking to him, your chest still rising and falling like you'd ran a marathon.
luke rolled off of you, bringing you in close to his chest when you lay your arm across his midriff. “you okay? didn’t hurt you did i?”
you let out a small laugh, your cheeks still burning as you lifted your head up to face him, seeing luke already looking down at you with concern in his eyes. "i'm more than okay, and you didn’t hurt me, i liked it.”
his cheeks had their own tinge of pink to them, his hair stuck to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat. you melted into his touch as always, letting him pull you in for a tender kiss, nothing like the ones you had just shared.
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BSF!READER X EITHER NICO OR JACK PLAYING POOL AND THE SEXUAL TENSION IS KILLING YOU BOTH
late night devil — NH13
pairing: nico hischier x fem!reader
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (be safe guys), stripping, teasing, oral (f receiving bcs nico is a giver), comments about bodies, swearing, german petnames, choking, lowkey kinda a bit of pool playing content because im a whore for men playing pool, he slapped her ass like once lmao, not proofread!!
synopsis: i was wine drunk whilst writing this…it’s pretty much porn with a sprinkle of plot or basically just strip pool with nico ;) [4.0k]
a/n: YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT FOR MY MAN!!! (i also changed it from bsf to just gf so sorry abt that but i’m planning a bsf fic for jack!!)
your staring didn't go unnoticed by nico, watching as he leant down against the table, chest nearly touching the dark wood rim as he lined up his shot, concentration written over his face. it was so effortless, a quick flick of his wrist and the ball was being pocketed, the sound of it rolling down the runner and settling with the rest of them eliciting a groan from you.
you were losing to him again, what seemed to be the tagline of the night as pool had never been your thing, more of a darts girl from the night you'd been dragged to the bars with your dad to watch football.
nico rounded the table, brown eyes glancing up to yours with a teasing look in them, fire burning behind them because he wanted to beat you, before lowering his body down to the eye-line of the ball and lining up his cue. this was the last ball left, and he was making a whole show of it, licking his lips as he concentrated on the relatively easy shot, before as you suspected pocketing that one too. adding another win to his tally and another for your loss.
"why don't we make this more interesting?" you rose and eyebrow at his question, eyeing up your boyfriend as he was wearing that white shirt you loved, tight around his forearms to accentuate his muscles, and you didn't bother to hide your gawking as he brought the bottle of beer up to his lips, the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the liquid. "pot a ball, i lose my shirt. i pot a ball, you lose yours."
the smirk was evident on his face, he was confident enough that he'd win, and you weren't about to give him that satisfaction. "fine, hope you enjoy playing pool naked."
"i know you'd enjoy that." he jested, chalking the cue you had been using before handing it to you and doing the same to his own.
you let out a scoff at his joke, rolling your eyes although you knew a large part of you would love it, and you couldn't help but imagine it when he organised the balls backed into the triangle, the same order he'd done the other times he'd won, some type of superstition like the ones he'd do before games.
nico just let out a deep laugh at your reaction, the sound rumbling from his chest something you truly would never get tired of hearing even if it was at your expense. he rolled the cue ball up to you from the other end of the table, setting it in the right spot for you to break. "show me what you've got baby."
he watched as you put your weight onto one of your legs, leaning down over the table and getting a good view under the low cut neckline of your tank top. the look in your eyes was something he found adorable, so desperate to beat him that you were so focused on the cue ball, even when you knocked the cue forward only for it to skid over the let you take another shot.
this time you made contact, sending the white ball towards the neatly set up triangle of coloured ones, breaking them and spreading them across the lower part of the table even getting close to potting one of them.
nico eyed up one of the shots, bending down against the table and hitting it with ease, pocketing the first ball of the game and he sent you a wink, thinking over which piece of your clothes would go first.
"shorts, schatzi." he placed the cue under his chin, eyes not leaving your body as you slipped off the grey atheltic shorts you were wearing and tossed them at him, a smirk gracing his lips when you only glared at him.
you wasted no time in finding the easiest angle on the table, pressing your body against the table as you tried to get make the cue comfortable in your hands, so focused that hadn't noticed nico leaving the bottom of the table and making his way behind you.
his hands grabbed onto your hips, a firm hold on the exposed skin, straightening up to the position you were in so that you weren't leaning so much over and you sucked in a breath, the warmth spreading across your lower half from the lack of clothing. "don't pout, just focus on the ball." one of his hands moved from your hips, fixing the way your fingers were wrapped around the cue and helping you angle it properly with his hand lightly on top of yours. "see, now try."
you shouldn't have as affected by the close proximity as you were, over two years of dating and you still felt like a school girl when he was that close to you, all giggly and blushing. goosebumps rose on your bare arms, your legs involuntarily spreading just a little further apart when he pressed his chest flush against your back.
he must've noticed you losing focus on the game, pulling your arm back with his own and hitting the cue ball, watching as it made contact with the one you'd been aiming at before sending it to back of the pocket. even after the shot had went in nico didn't move, keeping still against your back and soon you were chest to chest when you turned to meet his eyes.
"well captain, i think its only fair you lose the shirt." you pushed the cue in your hand against his neck, marking the muscle with the blue chalk, you swore you saw his eyes darken before he took a step back from you and reached for the hem of his shirt and bringing it over his head.
heat travelled through your body at the sight, hundreds maybe even thousands of times you'd seen nico shirtless, every morning and night, every shower you shared, and yet every time he managed to knock the air from your lungs like it was the first time, especially when he took off the cap and ruffled the mess of his hair like he was doing now.
you desperately wanted nothing more than to run your hands over his bare chest, to feel every ridge of his toned muscles and the warmth that radiated from him. but you held back, you weren't going to be the one to break first. instead you watched him move around the table, the muscles in his back catching your eye and you took a sharp breath, before redirecting your eyes back to the table.
you had to make him break.
he hit the cue a little harder this time, watching the white ball strike one of the plain coloured ones before it too found home in the back of a pocket, his eyes snapping back to your body, cocking his head to the side as he looked at what piece he wanted to go next, and he really had limited options with the minimal clothes you'd opted to wear. "shirt."
it was all he said and yet you rushed to take it off, not even trying to make it seem sexy before it was thrown onto the floor, revealing the baby pink set you'd had on underneath, the one you'd been waiting for him in whilst his teammates had been over playing, and then the games he'd made you play with him, now he was finally seeing it.
you felt the goosebumps rise on your lace clad body, unaware of wether or not it was the rush of cold air from being so exposed or the intensity of his eyes that caused them, his eyes that you could stare into for days, he could ask you to jump off a bridge and as long as he flashed you those puppy dog eyes you'd oblige without a second thought.
the shorts he was wearing did nothing to hide the obvious hard on he had, almost taunting showing it off to you, and you couldn't wait for them to finally be off, rushing the next shot you took, still adapting the corrections nico had given you and the next ball was potted, joining the other four and the swissman already knew what was coming.
he kept eye contact as he took off the sweat shorts he had on, the black boxers underneath the only thing left covering his body and you could see him straining against the material. you tried your best to not let your eyes linger, knowing it would only add to his teasing, no doubt something along the lines of 'staring is rude'.
"last shot." you watched as he left the spot he was in, discarded shorts left somewhere on the floor and find his next shot, the winning shot, and you were in perfect line with the jack when he stopped just right behind you. his body was pressed into the back of yours, feeling the warmth coming from his and hitting off of your own. involuntarily you pushed your hips back against him, feeling him against your ass and his hands held onto them, holding you still. "careful." nico's voice was low, accent somehow thicker and you could hear the lust that dripped from the word.
you could feel his breath on the back of your body, and he cursed under his breath when he felt you push against him again, ignoring his prior warning when he skidded the cue, missing his shot. "want a second chance?" you teased him, practically rolling your hips against his clothed cock now, your own underwear already drenched. he only huffed in response, but still leant down to take the shot, this time hitting it dead on, no thanks to your actions, and potted the black 8 ball.
"i win." nico practically whispered, lips so close to your ears that you could feel his lips brushing against them when he spoke. truth be told, you'd lost interest in the game the minute he'd taken his shirt off, barely focusing on anything else other than the way his arms flexed when he positioned the cue. you felt his hands lightly trace over your back, finding the freckles in between your shoulder blades and the clasp of the lacey bra you were wearing, taking it between his fingers and snapping it back against your skin.
you hissed at the stinging sensation, being soothed over by his calloused fingers before he unclasped the delicate lace, only your straps keeping it up now. "nico-" his name fell from your lips in a small whimper, driving him fucking crazy, one of his hands falling to the small of your back to squeeze the skin there when he moved the straps of your bra down your arm till it fell against the pool table.
nico felt his own impatience taking over, hands already reaching to the front of your body to squeeze your breasts, feeling your back arch into his chest when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, whines escaping your lips. you rolled your hips back against him, hearing him groan from the stimulation when he was forced to move from of his hands from your chest to your hips, stopping your movements. “wanna fuck you first, schatzi.”
“please, nico.” you weren’t exactly sure what you were asking him for, just that you needed it now, for him to touch you anywhere, just to feel him enough that you were begging for it, no longer wanting the teasing.
“not yet,” he had his own plans on how to deal with you however, a harsh kiss pressed to the side of your neck to begin the train he set till he met your collarbone, grazing his teeth over the skin and soothing over the sting with his tongue before repeating the action in another spot and leaving purple and red blossoming splotches in his wake. “wanna taste you first.”
you were pressed back against the pool table, nico’s hands hooking underneath the waistband of your panties when he pulled them down your legs, leaving you bare in front of him, the cold hitting your body as goosebumps rose on your skin. his eyes seemed to darken more than they had before, a light blush coating his cheeks like it had the first time he’d seen you naked.
nico spread your legs apart when he lifted you to sit on the wooden part of the table, pressing kisses against your skin when, squeezing your thighs when he met them and leaving marks leading to where you needed him most. “such a pretty pussy,” you rolled your head back when you felt his breath hitting your centre, teasing you further, before he gently swiped a finger over your slit, causing your hips to desperately buck into his hand. “all for me?”
you nodded your head, thoughts barely coherent when he pressed his thumb against your clit, driving your mind haywire, even more so when he flattened his tongue against you. he gave you no time react before his mouth found its way to your clit, your hand instantly reaching for his hair when it became tangled in the brown mess he usually wore under a cap, inadvertently pushing his face closer to your core.
the other hand was wrapped around the edge of the table, gripping onto the dark wood that your knuckles were turning white, thighs tightening around his head like you were scared he’d move. he grabbed one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder to allow himself a better angle, gently grazing his teeth over your clit which had you nearly falling off the table from the shock but it elicited a loud moan of his name from you.
there was no stopping the noises that came from your mouth, whimpers, whines and moans of his name falling from your lips at his relentless attack on your cunt. “fuck, nico-“ your words only spurred him on, clenching around his fingers when he curled two of them inside you, the feeling of that and his tongue circling your clit had you tumbling towards your first orgasm.
your head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan and eyes screwed shut from the pleasure and when nico looked up he swore he saw heaven, wanting to take a picture of the sight of you forever, and he was determined to get you your release. every nerve in your body felt alive, hairs rising on your skin, and your fingers digging into nico’s scalp as you gripped harder onto the brown strands.
“know you can take it, just another minute.” he mumbled, not wanting to leave from against you and the vibration sent shockwaves through your body. his lips quicken against you, his fingers moving inside you at a bruising pace that it almost has you cumming right then and there but its his words that finally get you over. “let go for me, schatzi.”
he feels your legs shake around his head, squeezing him in and keeping him in his place between them, the hand in his hair having a hold thats teetering on painful of his hair, but he only groaned against you at the feeling. when his fingers leave you there an empty feeling, despite his mouth still working you through the aftershocks you’re clenching around nothing.
you don’t even realise when he’s stood up, only knowing when he presses his lips against yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth and moaning when you taste yourself on him, a groan escaping his throat when you squeeze him through his boxers, that had gotten even tighter on his now, and you felt him twitch when you pressed a finger against him. “nico, let me make you feel good,”
he hated having to deny you, especially when you sounded so desperate to give him his own release, but all he could think about when you looked up at him with those doe eyes was being inside of you. “not today, just wanna be inside you.” you let out a whine from your swollen lips at his words.
nico finally took off the boxers he was wearing, pulling you into another kiss before he pushed into you without any warning, just as desperate for you as you were for him and you felt it in the way he twitched inside of you, bottoming out and biting on your lower lip as small moan threatened to escape his mouth. he looked down to where you were both connected, throwing his head back as he let out a groan, his neck on full display when you took the opportunity to leave your own marks.
you weren’t as forceful as him but enough to leave purple bruises when your lips had moved on, whispering words he’d taught you in his native language that drove. him. mad. nothing was more of a turn on to him than hearing you speak german, even if the accent wasn’t there he was in love with the fact you tried. “i fucking love you.” he punctuated his words with a thrust of his hips, having you practically clutching onto his shoulders to stay up.
nico’s hands didn’t stay on a singular place on your body for longer than a few seconds, needing to explore every curve as if it was his first time ever having you like this and eventually he found the base of your neck, pressing into the bruises he’d left earlier which had you whining into his shoulder. his hand captures the expanse of your neck, the ring on his one finger slightly digging into the skin when the tips of his fingers tightened just a little.
your eyes snapped to meet his, this was uncharted territory, something you’d only discussed but hadn’t ever gotten to yet which was unusual with you and him. sex wasn’t a taboo subject in your relationship, you both talked about what you wanted and didn’t want, which helped making what happened in bed a whole lot easier. you nodded your head, albeit a bit hesitantly, but you were fully in when his hand held a strong grip around your throat, your head feeling fuzzy and your eyes just closing shut when he tapped on the underside of your jaw.
“eyes open, want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”
tears glosses over your eyes, threatening to break and roll down your cheeks when his pace quickened, adding his other hand between your leg to circle your clit, bringing out a string of curse words in german from nico when he felt you clench around him.
you were annoyed you hadn’t done this sooner, the reality better than anything you could have ever imagined with nico, the light feeling in your head adding to the pleasure as the thrust into you, hips meeting hips and the sound of skin meeting skin filling his home gamesroom. “faster, nico, please.”
nico, ever the gentleman, grabs onto your hips and turns you around to face the table, your chest pressed against the playing surface and he holds one of your legs up, pushing himself back inside of you, faster, harder than before and you swear you could feel him deeper, his hand on your stomach pressing down slightly had butterflies erupting inside you. you’re practically clinging to the table to keep yourself upright, moans mixing with his own groans in the air, your mind gone hazy and only thinking about the man making you feel this way.
you that you’d wake up with hand marks around your neck but at that moment you couldn’t find yourself to care, encouraging him to go harder, wanting to feel all of him, every vein, inside you till it had you screaming his name. “you gonna cum for me? gonna be my good girl?” nodding your head, desperately, only a small smirk graced his lips, when he pulled out of you almost fully, before slamming his hips back into yours, the actions surprising you that your nails dug into the green mat.
the action made you want to dig your nails into his back, his back littered with red scratch marks, muscles moving against your hands, and you were sure he’d be getting shit from the boys in the locker room the next day, most likely from jack, he was always the one to point them out with a comment like ‘had a good night cap?’ only to attract the other players attention to it after.
his accent always had you fawning, practically studying every word he said because his voice so addicting to you, and you wished you could record it in your head, wanting to hear it at all times but when his voice was low like this, a primal feel to his words it made you absolutely feral, listening to him like he was the second coming of jesus.
“you can hold it, just another minute.” nico promised you, slowing down his pace but keeping the same harsh and deep strokes, his fluttering shut and a groan slipping from his lips when you tightened around him, feeling the familiar twitching feeling inside you and you new he was close. the grip around your throat loosened slightly, focused more on making you cum than his fingers around your neck, and you were more than thankful he did.
he dropped his head to the crook of your neck, his chest pressed against your back, biting down onto the skin there to muffle the moans he let out, although failing as they mixed with your own, the sounds begging him to let you have your release. “please, nico, please let me cum-“
you felt his hips stutter against you, movements faltering and becoming sloppy, and he couldn’t hold back when he twitched again inside of you, the feeling triggering your second orgasm of the night as you moaned into your first, trying to muffle the sounds of your desperate whines, clenching around nico as he reached his own release, pulling out of you and releasing himself onto your ass, ignoring the empty feeling as your eyes screwed shut from the aftershocks, your vision blurry but you could feel his hands on the backs of your thighs, massaging the muscles that would sure to be sore in the morning.
the silence was comfortable, tired and shaky breaths the only thing filling the air when you let out a small laugh. “do you always have to get my ass?” you looked at him over your shoulder, seeing him staring at the mess he’d made over you, that he’d clean up the second you asked him but he wanted to admire his work.
nico brought his hand down on the soft flesh harshly, causing you to jump slightly against the table with a squeal of surprise before you looked back at him with a glare, already feeling his calloused fingers soothing over the irritated skin. “what can i say? it’s my favourite feature.”
and when he had that absolutely adorable lovesick smile on his face, even if it was directed at your ass, how could you argue with him?
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underneath the tree — DR3
pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight body insecurity, swearing, hint of dom!daniel, fingering, oral (m receiving), daniel is one cheesy mf, not proofread!!
synopsis: a little bit of spice for yours and daniel’s christmas [3.0k]
a/n: listen i know he’s balding…but i suddenly got the urge to write for this man and here we are 😭
from the years you and daniel had been together, christmas was starting to become the same routine every year.
at some point, you had both unintentionally agreed to start decorating the house on the same day, the 21st of november to spite those who thought it was too early. you had the exact same routine of who decorated what and a strict rule that daniel was never to touch the tree unless it was to add the lights, god knows what he'd do to your picture perfect decor, ever since the first christmas you moved in together.
it wasn't that you were bored of the routine, it's just when the idea of christmas themed lingerie had been brought up in conversation with one of your girl friends on a night in, it had stuck with you ever since. even going as far to asking your friend where she had gotten the set from.
and daniel was man who appreciated a good set of lingerie, and yet even him couldn't help himself when it came to seeing you in one. seeing you in a matching set drove him crazy. anytime you wore it he was on you within seconds, his hands exploring the edges of lace covered skin only taking a minute to truly appreciate the look before ripping it off you.
you'd given into the idea, confiding in your group of friends and planning it all, giggling as you looked at all the different sets, buying and surprising each other with different sets to surprise their own boyfriends, secret santa style.
and a sexy santa themed set had been gifted to you. the price had been more than you would of liked to mention, knowing that in the end it would most likely end up in pieces.
daniel could already tell you were up to something, hiding away whenever you got a call from one of the girls and practically ripping the package out of his hands when it had been delivered, leaving him even more confused than when he had read your friends name on the address.
on a whim you had chosen tonight to surprise him, plucking up the courage, staring at the lingerie you'd hidden away for far too long before putting it on. the base was a soft red lace, a fuzzy white trim outlining the set with a small bow in the middle completing the look.
thoughts of daniel ripping the set straight off your body ran though your mind as you looked at yourself in the mirror, heart already racing at the idea. you slipped on a robe over the set, glancing once more at the mirror before walking out the en suite.
just as you had expected daniel was already in bed, his back propped up against a couple pillows as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone. he looked up as he saw you walking past him, chest bare as he's opted to wear just sweatpants despite your warning of being cold. you could see he was about to question you, so before he could you spoke. "i have a surprise for you."
"a surprise?" his full attention was on you now, phone discarded somewhere on the bed as he sat with his arms crossed, moving his legs slightly so you'd have a place to sit on the bed.
your movements were slow, calculated to have him in the palm of your hands, careful enough to not show too much too quickly when you moved to sit on the end of the bed. "a surprise." repeating his words, although no hint of a question in your tone, a sultry tone to your voice instead. with one pull of the tied robe, the knot untied and the material fell open.
his breathing momentarily stopped as he took you in in front of him, his eyes lighting up as they tracked over your body. you could feel your cheeks heating up under his intense stare, though you tried to fight it, trying to appear more confident than you were actually feeling, mouth going dry when he sat up to get closer to you.
his fingers gently traced up your arm until they hooked underneath the flimsy silk strap, snapping it back against your skin. smiling at the noise you let out as a result. daniel's other hand slowly moved up your thigh, reaching the waistband of your panties. "so, what do you think?"
leaning forward he kissed you softly, capturing your lips between his. pulling away they continued kissing your jaw until he met your ear. "I think i'm the luckiest man alive." daniel punctuated his words by leaving a hickey just underneath your ear. "or maybe i've just died and went to heaven."
you couldn't help but giggle at his cheesy line, daniel was a walking cliche, a man straight out of a movie obsessed with you. "take it you like it then?"
teasingly, he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin causing you to jolt forward at the feeling. his hand moved to your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. "fucking love it."
daniel's lips were pressed against yours, more intense, needier than before, and you fucking loved it. his hands tried to take in all of you at once, feeling him all over your body, the way his hands squeezed your soft skin had you whining into the kiss. "gonna love ruining it too." his words brushed over your lips, taunting you to kiss him again.
and you did. a hand on the back of his head and you were kissing him again. you could already feel daniel beginning to harden underneath you, the sweatpants doing nothing to hide the outline of his dick. a whine left your mouth as his lips began trailing below your jaw, first down your neck till he met your collarbone.
without saying anything daniel turned you around, back now pressed against the propped up pillows, continuing his way further down your body like an animal starved. his hands moved to support underneath your calf, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder.
"tell me what you want me to do." his voice was muffled against your skin, his attention turned to the soft skin on the inside of your thigh, marking it up like he did the rest of your body. "tell me what you want and i'll give it to you, baby." this time he made sure you heard it, making a point to look into your eyes as he spoke.
you tried to focus on his words, the featherlight touches he left on your body making your head spin. the minute you had started to think about everything you wanted him to do, every ounce of whatever self control left your body. "want you, daniel." Your words were already breathless.
daniel’s face was so close to your core that you could feel every breath against your clothed cunt, so desperate for him the feeling only made you wetter. "i know that, what do you want me to do for you?." you couldn’t help the moan slipping past your lips as he pressed his thumb against your clit through the soaked lace. "You want me here?"
sheepishly, you nodded your head at his words, voice already gone, biting your lip when he pulled the soaked material to the side. he was careful not to damage the lace, cursing under his breath as you offered up no resistance when he slipped two of his finger in you, whimpering as he moved them. you tried threading your fingers through his curls, wanting to touch him only to be stopped as he pinned your hand to the bed.
the whine you let out didn't go unappreciated, daniel squeezing your thigh as he increased his pace, your walls clenching around his fingers. "you know i love it when you dress up for me," he pressed a barely there kiss to your clit, your breath caught in your throat as your hips bucked further into his hand. “but you knew that right? know how i get when you look so pretty like this."
you couldn’t even pretend that you were listening to hus words, only nodding your head when you felt his eyes on you. as if on cue when your eyes fell shut you felt a slap on your thigh, shuddering from the tingling sensation. "keep your eyes open, baby, don’t want me to stop do you?"
barely you choked out a “no”, daniel grinning from the way your voice cracked, fighting back as you let out another moan, and he could feel you already clenching harder around his fingers. “can’t, please, daniel." your head fell against the pillows behind you, lost in the pleasure, your skin flushed and on fire, sensitive to even the weakest rush of wind, and barely recognising his words as he spoke.
"hm, you look so beautiful like this." your desperation was amusing to daniel, an ego boost as he watched the way you squirmed from just his fingers alone, thighs shaking and tightening around his waist. he could feel just how close you were, the muscles in your stomach contracting, and you ached, needing the desperate release. "look at me."
staring down at him, you fought ever urge in your body for your eyes to close again, keeping them on daniel, not even risking him taking this away from you. a small smirk spread across his face as he watching you still moving against his fingers, you were so close to your release you could almost taste it on your tongue, biting down on your lips you could taste blood, teetering ever so closer to the edge every single longer he was moving inside you. "i want you to count down, from five."
you wanted to shake your head, tell him no, completely ignore him, but you knew that you would pay for it later. so instead, you obliged, pushing all the self respect you had in that moment aside, the words sounding hoarse from your dried throat. "one, two, thre-" your words were cut off by your own moan, daniel circling your clit with his thumb making it near impossible to continue, that you were considering tapping out and taking the punishment.
lightly, daniel tapped his hand against your thigh to get you to start again. "four, five." you’d just barely gotten the last number out when you felt the rush of pleasure through your body, daniel’s fingers picking up in pace as they moved inside of you and with the added stimulation of his thumb on your clit you felt the tightening coil in your stomach snap.
daniel could feel your walls clenching around him, your body shuddering as your back arched off of the white sheets, keeping his fingers in place as his pace never faltered. chest heaving as you let out a string of moans and daniel’s name.
the afters shocks of your orgasm rippled through you, backing away from daniel, your own hand wrapping around his wrist to stop the movement with the overstimulation becoming too much. he whispered sweet nothings to you as you recovered, the intimate moment being topped off as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, a complete juxtaposition to his actions less than a minute before.
he gave you little time to recover, not even attempting to remove the soaked red lace, instead just moved it back and focused his attention back on your lips. you could taste yourself on his tongue after he had cleaned off his fingers, the image making you groan into the kiss.
daniel kept your lips connected as he pulled you on top of him, your legs on either side of him and straddling him like you had before, rolling your hips against his, eliciting a groan from the australian. the position you were in had given you the impression he was passing some of the control over to you but the firm grip he had on your hips told you otherwise. yet you believed the fallacy that you were in control.
your arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss further as your hands finally tightened around the strands in his hair. rolling your hips against him again, you could feel him twitch underneath you, daniel moaning into the kiss.
finally, daniel relented and let you take off your panties, the feeling of your bare pussy against his sweatpants had you throwing your head back, the friction good enough that you could cum again if he let you. his attention however was on your chest, kissing down the middle and paying attention to each one without having to remove your bra. He flicked your nipple through the material, a cheeky smile on his face at your reaction.
"let me help you." you spoke against his lips, the feeling of his hard on pressed against you having you so close to being on your knees in front of him, that being the only you could think about when he kissed your chest. your lips continued down his neck before you moved further down the bed until your head rested by his thighs.
there was something about the way daniel threw his head back when you took his cock in your mouth that really got to you. maybe it was how you got to see every mark you put there, or how you learnt the places you still had to leave some. maybe it was how the muscles looked as his adams apple bobbed up and down, the joys of dating and f1 driver.
his tip continuously hitting the back of your throat had you gagging around him, the vibrations cause a low moan to escape his mouth. If daniel was one thing, it wasn't a moaner and so whenever the occasional sound left his mouth it was like heaven on earth to you, and right there you made it your mission to get more moans out of him.
your fingers dug into the muscular skin of his thighs, his tattoo glistening from when you’d marked it up, you needed to find some sort of support when his hand pressed your head down furthers. the pain of him down your throat subsided as you looked up at him with his face contorting in pleasure, controlling your breathing as you heard him moan.
daniel twitching in your mouth let you know just how close he was, and instead of letting you continue he pulled you off of him. his fingers traced over your pouting lips, your spit and his pre cum coating them, and he spoke up like he could sense you were about to ask him why. “wanna cum inside you, sweetheart.”
your back was once again against the bed before you knew it, daniel hovering over you just like he had before, a sense of deja vu washing over you, the sight all but familiar by now. his hand dragged down the side of your breast and down yours ribcage, goosebumps rising on your skin. "you have no idea how good you look like this, wish you could see it from my eyes.”
he lined himself up with your entrance, tip teasing you before giving into your whines. your breath was stuck in your throat as you stretched you out, no matter how many time you had him inside you the burn was always there, and it got even more intense when he fully bottomed out, pressed deep inside of you.
"daniel, need you to move." he followed your plea, slowly moving in and out of you at a steady speed before picking up the pace, legs tightening once again around his waist. the sound of skin on skin was drowned out by your moans, your arms wrapped around daniel hickey covered neck and bringing him down ever so closer to you, curling your body up into his.
your lips captured his in a desperate kiss, moaning into his mouth when he went a little deeper inside of you, swallowing each others moans and whines. "gonna have to buy you more sets like this." his own breath was less than steady, hips beginning to stutter as he continued thrusting into you.
his hands held a firm grip on your waist, sure to leave bruises the next day and you couldn’t have cared one bit. daniel could feel how close you were too, the way you clenched around nearly having him cum right then, having to control himself, he was a gentleman in the sense he’d always make you cum first. your moans had picked up in volume, the way he had adjudged your leg making you feel him even deeper than before.
another whine left your lips as your head fell back, a string of swear words following when you felt yourself closer and closer to the edge until you finally fell over. you let go of any control you had, letting daniel use your body for whatever he had to do to reach his own release as you felt your orgasm surge through you.
your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the bedsheets, barely being able to keep your breathing steady as the aftershocks started to calm down. daniel had also been coming down from his own release, the post-orgasm glow hitting him instantly with his flushed cheeks and messy hair. something his post-race self always reminded you of.
“god i wish it was christmas everyday.”
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burning — CL16
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
synopsis: charles leclerc was known for his many talents, although his baking and cooking skills were not one of them [1.2k]
warnings: general fluff, swearing, being dangerous in the kitchen (??), very quickly thrown together, not proofread!!
it was nearly impossible for you to have a christmas without baking. the smell of baking cookies and gingerbread filling the house bringing back the memories of your childhood. you automatically associated them with christmas now, the whole month of december being a good enough excuse for you to make as many baked goods as you wanted.
christmas baking had became somewhat of a tradition with you and charles. every year you would make it a mission to at least make one thing a week together, dating all the way back to your first christmas together, and you’d hoped it would have helped improve your boyfriends skills, but alas that was not the case.
each year he would always turn it into a little competition between the two of you. though you were definitely the more gifted one when it came to the kitchen, those winter days you spent helping your mum bake paying off, he still tried his hardest, trying to make due with whatever underbaked or burnt cookies he’d created.
this had been your second year living together, the anxiety of the first shared christmas long gone. the end of the year was always a stressful time no matter who you were, the gift buying, travelling, decorating and everything else you could think of.
and now as an adult you really started to understand why your mums had spent hours of her days inside the kitchen. a way to escape the stress of christmas, and at this point in your life unlike her you don’t have any kids to try and escape either.
nothing had been more enjoyable for you than spending the time with charles, with the time he was away during the season you would always treasure whenever you could truly have him to yourself, and you always did, each moment counted and it became even more special during the holidays.
despite being many years into your relationship you were you could confidently say you were still in the honeymoon phase.
but no matter how much you enjoyed baking, or how much you did it year round, you still had the tendency to burn things. time management was undoubtedly not your specialty.
today had been a particularly cold day, frost forming on the windows that overlooked monaco. the roads had been frozen over, snow was almost destined to fall in the coming days.
you had managed to drag charles out of the bed with a lot of convincing, somewhere he called his 'safe space' when it came to the colder months. "why didn't you just the pre bakes ones?" he had been trying to reason with you the minute you forced him into the kitchen.
“where's the fun in that?" you picked out a piece of eggshell that he had dropped into the sugar and butter mixture. "now mix." having charles next to you was basically just an excuse to not have to do any of the actual labour, mixing being your least favourite part of baking dating back to when your mum would make your dad do it for her and you expected no less.
he grumbled but still got up to the mix in the eggs, a smile making its way onto your face as he unenthusiastically mixed. "you're doing the rest."
replying with a quiet hum you measured out the rest of the ingredients.
he was a truthful man, sticking to his words as charles made you do the rest of the work. mixing the ingredients, forming the dough and he hadn't even helped when you cut out the little star shapes. "how do you do this every year." you placed the tray into the oven before setting a timer.
"what? deal with you or make the cookies." you gave him an exaggerated laugh, an idea forming in your head as you saw the leftover flour on the counter, you knew it would be a pain to clean but you saw it as an opportunity to get back at him.
“charles?" he was quick to turn at your voice, being met with a cloud of dust in his face as he did so.
“you did not just do that." the attempted serious tone fell flat from the smile forming, betraying his words. he was quick to pick up his own hand full of flour, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you. "you really want to to do this, mon amour?"
instead of answering you threw the remaining flour in your hand at him, grabbing the bowl before making your escape. you could hear him running after you, laughter filling the house. "charles so help me god if you get my hair!" your instincts were to protect your hair, after all it needed to last under two days till wash day.
the warning in your voice went in one ear and out the other as he practically coated your hair and face in flour before you could react. his laugh was the only thing you heard as it was now him running away from you. "charles! i am going to kill you!"
the floors that you had cleaned what seemed hours ago were now more covered than flour than you and him were, the counters not being left out either. "i'm sure you are, chérie!" he shouted back at you, not reacting even a little when you tossed another handful of it at him.
“don't you think you having the bowl is a bit unfair?" charles huffed, turning back to look at you, completely out of flour to throw at you and a lopsided smile on his face as it he was about to call for a truce.
you feigned thought for less than a second, smiling at him before another dust hit his face. "nope!"
his hands quickly held onto your hips, lifting you onto the messy counter as you gave a mix of a shriek and a laugh. The bowl of flour was placed back on the counter next to you and you could feel the powder sitting uncomfortably beneath you.
“i just washed these-“
the monegasque leant in for a kiss to hush you, something you were more than willing to give him before he pulled back, a grimace on his face as he smelled the air. You quickly pieced two and two together, the cold you were currently suffering from rendering your sense of smell basically useless.
“you burnt them!" you brought the tray out of the oven, looking at the overdone cookies, a crispiness and black tinge that they shouldn’t have a feature in all of them.
“i burnt them? you were the one cooking!" he pointed his finger accusingly at you, lifting one of them up and you showing you them to emphasise his point. "i thought you were supposed to be the good one at cooking in the relationship?"
no matter how burnt overdone they were and how much charles refused to believed they were actually burnt, you still decorated them the way you usually did, actually managing to salvage one cookie.
by the time you were finished with the actual icing half the plate had been gone, after all burnt cookies were still cookies, and besides the now empty tray were to mugs of hot chocolate, marshmallows floating on top waiting to be drank
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butterflies — CL16
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, swearing, praise, french pet names, not proofread!!
synopsis: really no plot and very basically its just soft charles [1.8k]
a/n: absolutely no one asked for this but writers block is a bitch and this was like the only thing i could write. on another note the danny smut someone requested (they know who they are) I’m currently trying to write and i’m at about 900 words but no promises of when it’ll be out sorry!!
Simple, fleeting, no funny business intending touches.
That’s how you’d thought they’d started off , Charles’ head nestled into your lap whilst you lay on the couch, playing with the longer unruly strands of his hair, the Monegasque returning the favour as he stroked his fingers up your leg.
It then turned to soft kisses, you leaning down to place a small peck on your boyfriend's lips whilst he cradled your jaw with care, hands cupping your cheeks like he never wanted to let go. The way he held you only made the kisses more intimate, every time you found yourself falling more in love with him, if that was even possible.
Soon enough you’d gotten uncomfortable with the way you were sitting, Charles and you switching positions on the couch, him now sat up whilst you were on his lap, your back to his chest. His arms wrapped protectively around your body, pulling you even closer to him.
Carefully, he moved your hair away from the side of your neck and began placing open mouthed kisses on the soft skin, just enough to leave small marks but nothing more. You tilted your neck slightly, gaining him more access to the sensitive spots he knew would have you writhing.
Your head fell back into the curve of his shoulder, small gasps falling from your mouth as he kissed along your collarbone, teasingly biting down on the skin before calming down the sting with his tongue.
"Charles," Your voice was barely a whisper, your boyfriend eliciting a whimper from you when he got bit down on the sweet spot between your neck and collarbone. He hummed against your skin, not wanting to take his mouth off of you. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, want you, Charles."
Goosebumps rose on your thighs in the wake of Charles’ hands trailing up and down them. Finally, one of his hands settling around your midriff. "You have no idea how much i love you." The other helped tilt your jaw up towards him, your lips brushing against each other.
The familiar smell of Charles’ expensive cologne filled your senses, being so close you could feel his heartbeat against your body, feeling it almost in tune with your own. Closing the gap, you pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss, his lips someone you never wanted to forget the feeling of. You only further melted into his embrace further, Charles’ hands roaming your body like he was learning you for the first time.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach, never feeling more loved or appreciated by anyone than when his touch was on you, when his lips found your body, and his hands squeezed your thighs.
When it came to you, kissing Charles dead top on your list of your favourite things to do, almost in a league of its own you’d say. You loved the intimacy it begged for, the distance between you two so small that you could feel his breath fanning your lips before any contact was even made.
You could never just kiss him once, it led to another and then another.
Charles’ fingers danced along your jaw, his hands never wanting to leave your body. Your own hand found the back of his neck, tangling in the strands of his dark hair as you deepened the kiss.
His nose bumped against yours as he broke away from the kiss, a lovesick smile on his face as he moved to the underside of your jaw. He left small red marks, soon to blossom into a dark purple, trailing behind his lips, your eyes falling shut at the feeling.
A small whine left your lips, begging him to touch you where you needed him most. Charles gave into your pleas, slipping his hands under the material on his your shirt, tracing the outline of your underwear's waistband.
He couldn't help but tease you, snapping the band back against your skin causing you to groan. The softness of his touch almost made you feel like he was everywhere, sparks of pleasure being sent through your body as you subconsciously rolled your hips against his leg.
His fingers skimmed your inner thigh, finally dipping underneath the waistband of your underwear feeling you squirm against him. His lips found the shell of your ear, "You look so pretty like this, mon amour, so needy for me."
Bucking your hips against his hand you could hear him let out a small laugh behind you. "Want you so bad, please."
You felt the air leaving your lungs when his hand moved in between your legs, his touch on your clit making you bury your head into his neck. He could feel how wet you were for him, just for him, groaning as his fingers dipped inside you.
The sound of your moans was music to his ear, the sharp intakes of breath harmonising with the whines of his name driving him crazy.
His thumb circled your clit in time with his fingers, your moans growing louder as you bit down on your lip to attempt to suppress them. The hand Charles had around your stomach held you down closer to him, your own hand reaching round to pull on the short strands of his hair.
You knew with Charles you weren't going to last long, in the beginning it was something you were embarrassed about but as you got to a year it became something he was almost proud of. The feeling in your stomach already beginning to tighten when he added a third finger, head falling into the curve of his shoulder as he did.
Charles was so quick to get you worked up, knowing exactly where to put his hands on you, the pressure needed to get you as close as he wanted you to be. Although as much as he was a giver, he was also a sucker for making you wait, getting you just teetering before he held you off for just a little longer.
His fingers now moved at a teasingly slow pace, feeling how you clenched around him as he slowed down although his thumb on your clit never slowed.
"I'm so close, Charles," Your voice was low, enough for him to hear, but still rasped in the middle, almost like it was breaking. The pace of his fingers began to pick up again, Charles nipping at the skin on your neck with his teeth. "Please, baby, let me cum."
You knew how he loved to hear you begging, there being no better feeling for him, that he got you desperate enough for him you were willing to beg for a release. The familiar feeling of you clenching around his fingers let him know it was getting harder for you to hold off.
Each curl of his fingers inside you had your back arching away from him, the knot in your stomach tightening with every move Charles made.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your temple before placing once more just below your ear. "Let go for me, chérie." Charles sped up his fingers, your thighs shaking as your orgasm hit you.
Your mouth fell open in an ‘o’, a moan of his name louder than the rest of your profanities. A vice-like grip kept Charles’ fingers inside of you, although he still kept them moving as he worked you through your high.
Your body fell back against his chest, breathing laboured as your chest rose and fell. Charles whispered sweet nothings to you, praising you, in english, in french, you could maybe even make out some italian as you turned your head to meet his eyes.
He loved nothing more than how you looked right now, completely fucked out and looking at him, with eyes only for him. He loved knowing only he could see you like this.
He leant into your touch as your fingers skimmed his jaw line, kissing the palm of your hand as you held his cheek in your hand. "I want to make you fell good, can i?”
Your confession had his joggers feeling tighter than before, the sight of you on your knees for him something burned into his memory.
It was now your turn to tease him, dragging the pads of your fingers down his exposed torso, the muscles in his stomach tensing underneath your touch, reaching the waistband of his loose pants.
Slipping your hand underneath the waistband of his joggers, palming him over the material of his boxers, Charles letting out something between a moan and a groan, swearing under his breath in what you could make out to be french.
You pushed down both his joggers and boxers, freeing his hardened dick, Charles groaning as it slapped against his lower abdomen.
His hand gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail, holding you in place as you teased him, licking a stripe from the base till you met his leaking tip.
Charles bucked his hip up into your hand, desperate for more than you were giving him, his pupils were completely blown out, maintaining eye contact with you as you began to stroke him up and down.
He parted his lips slightly, your thumb brushing over his tip causing his breath to hitch, head falling back into the couch. You took him fully in your mouth, Charles letting out a small moan when he hit the back of your throat, the sounds of you gagging on him turning him on even more.
The constant feeling of him hitting the back of your throat had you needing to regulate your breathing, your groans around him sending vibrations throughout his body. His hand on the back of your head gently pushing you down further.
"Fuck, i love the feeling of your mouth," Charles moaned out, getting lost in the pleasure as he didn't feel your nails digging into the strong muscles of his thigh. Whatever your mouth couldn't reach you worked with your hand, leaving him in a state of bliss. "You're so good at that."
The sounds he was making went straight to your core, feeling more alive than ever as he whined out your name.
Tears threatened to fall from your eyes, the feeling of Charles twitching in your mouth letting you know he was close as did the throaty groan that fell from his swollen lips. He managed to mumble a warning to you, moans of your name echoing in your ear as he came down your throat.
Charles’ head fell back against the couch, catching his breath when you pulled off of him, resting your head on his thigh. "I never want to know how you got so good at that." You let a laugh fall from your lips, Charles pulling you into his lap before placing a kiss to your lips.
You could both taste each other on your tongues, groaning at the strong grip he had on your hips, your hand tangling in his messed up hair. "Fuck, i love you." Charles whispered against your lips before he was on you once again.
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IM BACK GIRL— CARLOS SAINZ SEEMS LIKE THE TYPA GUY TO MOCK YOU WHILE HE OVERSTIMMS U- carlos seems like such a menace when he fucks 😭😫😫
twisted — CS55
pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, smut, oral (f receiving), dumbification, praise, translated spanish, overstimulation, thigh riding, mention of a safe word, dacryphilia, short scene over the phone, not proofread!!
synopsis: this is straight porn with a sprinkling of plot [2.5k]
a/n: I TOTALLY SEE HIM AS A MENACE YOU’RE SO RIGHT
Carlos sainz was a mean man.
Contrary to popular belief he was a cruel lover, he would tease you, rile you up and have you just on the edge of breaking point before he would stop, leave you there wherever it was and go back to whatever he was doing before he decided to torture you.
And it wasn't only a one time thing, in fact you were almost sure he enjoyed seeing the tears falling from your eyes from the overwhelming feeling, the way he talked down on you, before he'd disguise his words with praise.
You weren't usually such a needy person, at least thats what you liked to believe, but there was something about the way Carlos' bare chest looked under the dim hotel light that drove you insane, how the muscles in his back seemed more prominent when he moved.
He'd been away for three weeks by that point, and each day that went by you'd gotten even more frustrated, just a few days to go until he was finally home. Although before he'd left you made a pact (one that you were almost sure he'd broke), no touching yourself whilst the other was away.
Carlos hadn't been blind to the way you'd been staring at him through the phone, watching him get ready for the long day ahead whilst you were already in bed, half way across the world from each other. "What's wrong, cariño?"
You swore you could've moaned from the way the name fell from his lips, his voice still heavy with sleep, his accent seeming thicker to your ears. "Carlos, i miss you," From the outside your words appeared innocent, but Carlos knew better than that. "Need you so badly, don't think i can hold it till you come back."
Out of view from Carlos, you moved from of your hands down your stomach, lifting up the oversized shirt of his you were. Just before he'd left, Carlos had made sure to leave you missing him, edging you, wiping away the tears that still hadn't convinced him to give in.
"I thought we said no touching?" You couldn't describe his tone as angry, stern maybe, but almost as if he was mocking you, mocking how needy you were for him. Ar the sound of him speaking though you'd rested your hand on your stomach, acting as though he could see your body through the screen. "I'll be home in-"
“Four days." You finished for him, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you’d been counting down the days since the second week he'd left.
"You can hold on for four days, yes?" Carlos smiled as you nodded your head, albeit it reluctantly, weighing out the pro's and con's in your head before you agreed.
Those four days had felt like an eternity and a half.
Were you being dramatic? Sure
Were you also going to jump on Carlos the second he got home? Absolutely
The sound of a key turning in the door caught your attention, switching off the random episode of show you had no interest in learning the name of, and practically knocking over the Spaniard when he'd gotten in.
You peppered kisses across his face, meeting his lips in a long awaited kiss. Carlos held you up against him, letting your hands find their face to his hair, deepening the kiss as you tugged on the dark strands.
You didn't remember when or how you'd gotten to the bedroom, not that you cared either way, the pressure of Carlos' heavier body on yours further fuelling your sinful thoughts.
Bucking your hips to meet his you whined, Carlos groaning at the feeling of you grinding against his leg, desperate for him. His hands on your body stopped your movement, squeezing the top of your thighs as he worked his way down.
Your breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling with the way his hands felt against you. He hummed against your thigh, dragging a calloused finger through your slit, his thumb nudging your clit causing you to move against his hand. He gathered your slick onto two of his fingers, stretching you out as he curled them inside of you.
"Tell me what you want me to do," He was as calm as ever when he spoke, acting as if he wasn't still fucking you with his fingers.
"Want you to make me cum, Carlos, please." Your back arched off the soft sheets when he slipped a third finger inside of you, moans falling from your lips.
You felt the muscles in your belly tightening, your high approaching after only a few minutes of Carlos' fingers, your overdue orgasm hitting harder than you could've imagined. Crying out when his thumb pressed against your clit, your hands finding their place tugging on his hair.
His fingers never stop, fingering you just as roughly and making sure to intensify the feeling as much as possible, watching the way your hips grind down on his sam. "So pretty, baby, always are for me."
"Carlos-" You were cut off by your own moan, your argument falling silent in the back of your throat, no attempt made to stop his movements against you, and he gives you no time to recover before his fingers are replaced by his tongue.
There was no stopping the noises escaping your lips when he starts to suck on your clit, grazing over it with his teeth. His mouth is relentless against you. You're trying so hard to close your legs at the feeling, his hands keeping them apart and you knew you were no competition for his strength.
"You can take it."
Was all he said, not wasting another second before his mouth was back on you, his finger soon joining too. You laced your hands in the strands of his hair, pushing his face closer towards you, chasing your high again.
Your head fell back, mouth open in an "O" shape, squeezing your eyes shut from the feeling. Every nerve in your body felt alive, hairs you didn't even know you had standing on edge, it had your head spinning, feeling lightheaded enough that you reached out to grab onto his free arm.
On fire was all you could describe the way your body felt, Carlos' touch against your skin feeling electric, like he was shocking you each time he came in contact, the warmth of his lips travelling up your stomach once again.
You swore you could drown in the smell of him, one that came so natural it only made you fall for him even harder every time he was this close to you.
"I've had so long to think about what i want to do to you." You shivered as he whispered in your ear, the effect he had on you showing more than you wished it did. "Had three weeks where all i wanted to do is fuck you. Ever since Austria." His lips trailed down your throat, dancing over your collarbone and across your neck and shoulders.
You tilted your neck to the side, allowing him more access although your words contradicted your actions. "I can't, Carlos."
"Yes you can." His kisses reversed his previous trail, one of his hands coming up to take off the top you were wearing.
The goosebumps continued to rise on your skin, half due to Carlos and the other half due to the rush of cool air. "Carlos, " You whimpered his name as he bit into the skin of your neck, soothing it over with his tongue and adding another next to it.
He pulled away, looking at the marks he left proudly as they blossomed into purples bruises already. "You're not fucked out already are you?" Before you could reply his mouth was already back on your skin, marking you up even more.
When his lips met yours, you kissed him back. Your past arguments being pushed to the back of your mind. Carlos's hand carefully pulled down the bed with him.
His arms looked bigger than usual in the position he was sitting in, his eyes looking down to his lap, silently telling you where to go. Of course you obliged, already missing the intimacy of his kisses.
Your legs were situated on both sides of his thighs, your barely uncovered core being pressed against his growing hard on. One of his hands moved from behind his head, falling to your hips and moving them gradually against him.
The growing sensitivity between your legs caused a few small moans to escape your mouth, the friction slowly building. He moved his arm to join the other on your hip, being able to rock them more forcefully now. "Is this what three weeks does to you? Three weeks without my cock and your such a slut for me you'll ride my thigh, hm?"
His newly moved hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look down at him. Carlos' eyes pierced into yours. "Answer me, amor."
The pace of your moving hips quickened, the look he was giving you somehow adding to the growing pleasure. "Fuck, Carlos, yes." His head tilted to the side, the hand on your jaw staying firm with one of his fingers tapping against the skin. "Gonna ride your thigh."
As the words left your mouth you could feel the rising heat in your cheeks, embarrassed at how desperate you sounded, at how desperate you were. "So beautiful, y tan patética." and so pathetic Both his hands sat on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him whilst his lips trailed over your exposed chest.
The ache in your legs and the sloppy movements of your hips gave away how close you were. You could feel your thighs beginning to shake just as you were about to reach your peak. Finally, you felt the coil in your stomach snap when Carlos sank his teeth in the space between your shoulder and neck.
This time your eyes were blurry, tears falling and painting your cheeks as you felt your orgasm washing over you, each one more intense than before. Your salty tears were quickly wiped away by Carlos, and if anything it made his move your hips against him quicker.
Your body collapsed against his, attempting to cover your ragged breath. The aftershock of your orgasm continued when his grip against your waist didn't stop, the sensitivity causing you to whine into his shoulder. Carlos could feel your heart still beating rapidly against his chest, spurring him on even more to get you to another orgasm on just his thigh. "One more."
"No, Carlos-"
"You know the safe word, yes?" He asked you, dropping any act he was performing, a serious tone to his voice and look in his eyes and you nodded.
"Red." You answered back.
"Good girl." His lips found your temple, reassuringly kissing it, rolling your hips against his thigh again. "Just like that." You moaned into his shoulder again, not trusting your arms enough to be able to support you.
His words of praise were a killer, enough to tip you over the edge whenever he wanted you to. Like you were putty in his hands the second he spoke.
Just as before you felt the familiar feeling building in your stomach, much quicker than before. Carlos could read your body like a book, not even needing to ask if you were closer before you were cumming on his thigh again.
Your nails dragged down his back, most likely going to leave red scratch marks for the next couple days. His hands stopped their movements of your hips, allowing you the couple seconds or even minute you needed to come down from your high and catch your breath once again.
Carlos pushed the fallen hair out of your face, a think layer of sweat across your forehead causing it to stick, lifting your lips to meet his in a soft kiss. Nothing from the feverish one you shared previously. "You're so good to me." His praise already igniting that feeling in your stomach again. “Cumming for me like this and i’ve not even fucked you yet.”
You didn’t have the energy left to argue, not that your throat would let you, feeling hoarse, only humming at his words when he flipped your bodies again. And you were thankful you didn’t have to do anymore of the work.
Carlos’ eyes offered you little sympathy, only interested in your reactions when he dragged the tip of his cock through your folds. The sensitivity was overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a little pain, your thighs twitching when he fully settles in you.
Carlos can’t help but feel his breath catch in his chest every time he ruts his hips into yours, not only torturing you tonight but himself. The sound of skin on skin echoing in his head and drives him insane as he pants heavily above you, he knows he won’t last.
You feel him twitching, throbbing when your walls tighten around him, his body begging for release just as yours was for the last time. “Fuck, forgot how good you felt around me,” Carlos grunts out, his words breaking up half way, his fingers digging into your thighs, his climax ticking closer in his body just as it was in yours. “Know you’re close.. gonna give it to me again? Gonna cum for me again?”
Whimpers and whines of ‘yes’ and his name escaped your mouth, enough to have him tipping over the edge, his whole body tensing above yours, shallow groans falling from his lips as he fucks into you faster. By the time you’re right on the edge, he can’t possibly hold it back any longer.
“Shit, y/n-“ He cuts himself off just as you feel him spill inside you, endless heat that makes you moan as Carlos grinds himself against you, forcing his cum as deep as he can, it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm arrive just by feeling Carlos inside you.
Your thighs tried closing in on themselves, only being kept open by Carlos’s knee, as he watched how you threw your head back against the bed, chest heaving and your skin glistening with sweat.
You looked completely, utterly, fucked out and Carlos loved it.
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Girl— I NEED bratty reader who is really chatty and dom!max fucking her face and like “putting your big mouth to use”
THIS IS FILTHY but like hhjwbrbbebbrjr
play with fire — MV1
pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader
warnings: smut, swearing, dom!max, bratty reader, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), rough sex, slight reader x charles, google translated dutch
synopsis: another win, another club, and max is tired of your relentless teasing [3.5k]
a/n: when i tell you i dropped everything and RAN to write this i mean it and i hope it lives up to your expectations!! i’m still pretty new to rough smut so its kinda still a bit soft in some places 🫠. also with the ending, a part 2 may happen 🤭
a/n (2): coming back to this fic i realised i forgot to mention that this is simply fanfic, as in it is not real, please do not base your sexual relationships on anything i write especially when it is rougher like in this fic.
You didn't even have to look to know his eyes were on you, burning the image of you dancing into his memory.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, goosebumps forming on your skin underneath the short dress you wore, intentionally choosing the shortest dress you'd packed for the weekend, and his favourite one you owned.
His eyes never left the way your dress hugged your curves in all the right places, riding above your mid thigh, a low cut neck just to tempt him further. Admiring how even in the dark lit club the colour complimented your tan thanks to the Bahrain sun.
Just behind you he also never took his eyes of the taller driver, edging closer to you every other second until his back was just a hair away from yours. Max was content enough in his relationship that he didn't seen Charles as a threat, he had trust enough in you to know nothing would ever happen, it was Charles he didn't trust.
The clock had just struck 2am, drunk groups leaving for the journey back to their hotel, quickly replaced by another, less drunk but still not sober group. Max liked to think he was a patient man when it came to you, he knew you liked to tease him, especially on a night like this where he wasn't giving you as much attention as you wanted, and that's exactly what you were doing.
He saw how you moved your body closer to the Monegasques body, his hands itching to grab at your hips. The thin fabric on your thighs drifted higher the more you danced, and it took everything in Max's power to not pull you away from him, to teach you a lesson in front of everyone in the club.
The dutchman excused himself from the people he was forcing himself to talk to, a tight lipped smile a nod of his head and he was already making his way over to you.
Your body instinctively leant into the familiar hold on your hips, the hand on the small of your back, being pulled flush against his chest. "Having fun?" His accent almost seemed thicker, whether it was the annoyance lacing it or the alcohol in his system you didn't care.
"Mhm, Charles is a great dancer." Turning to face him, a smile on your face as you feigned looking for the Monegasque, ultimately giving up when he was dancing with another girl.
Max didn't looked impressed by your answer, hands with fidgeting with the looser material of the dress, wanting to feel you as close to him as possible. "Heard he's a great kisser too," You laid small, barely there, kisses across his skin, stopping just underneath his earlobe before you spoke again. "Think i should go see if that's true?"
You went to move, to go over the very man you talking about before you were pulled back into Max’s arm, this time feeling more compelled to stay "We're going home."
A small laugh escaped your mouth as his words, this was your favourite side of Max, when his patience was worn thin, seconds away from snapping, in those moments he looked at you like he never does any other time. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, craning his head down towards you. "And if i want to stay? Then what."
"You won't," His voice dropped an octave, the drunken slur he had to it driving you crazy. "Unless you want me to take you into that bathroom and leave you till you're practically begging me to make you cum." Max punctuated his words with a tender kiss to your temple, almost mockingly with the drastic contrast to what he said.
You pouted teasingly, running your finger along the underside of his jaw. "You'll do that anyway, need more convincing." Max watched as you went back to leaving kisses across his exposed skin, marks forming in your wake.
The grip on your waist tightened, smirking against his body when you felt his hand just underneath your jaw, forcing your head up to look at him, seeing the lust filled irritation in his eyes. "We're going home." He punctuated each word, and even on one of your most defiant days you weren't going to argue with him when he had that tone.
You couldn't even remember how you'd gotten home, wether Max had drove or whether you'd gotten a taxi, only feeling the pressure of his body on yours pushed up against the hotel wall.
Your hand slipped from around his neck, inching down the front of his body, across his abdomen, down to just over his jeans. Teasing over where the bulge was straining against the fabric, a smirk on your face when you heard his breath getting stuck in his throat. "Thought you weren't gonna fuck me anymore?"
You brought back up the conversation from earlier on that evening, both of you just getting ready to leave for the race when you got the idea. The shower was on, bathroom filled with steam when you joined him underneath the hot water, not long before you were on your knees for him, and when you felt him edging closer you left him there.
Before he left for the track he'd threatened you with that, telling you he'd never fuck you again.
"Got quite an attitude today don't you, Schatje?" He commented, hand around your throat squeezing as he left a hickey at the base of your neck. "It was cute at first but not you're being a brat." You let out an exaggerated whimper at his words, rolling your eyes when you caught him looking at you. "Tell me, do you want me to fuck you? Or can you do it all on your own."
At your lack of answer, his fingers forced your face to look at him, seeing his flushed cheeks and puffy lips, a look in his eyes that reignited the fire in your belly. You shook your head, hearing a tut from Max at your reply. "If you don't want me to fuck you then what do you want?"
You paused for a moment, thinking over how he'd react at the answer you were about to give. "Wanna know how Charles would fuck me," His hand tightened around your throat, irritation that was in his eyes now a full blown anger, feeling the pads of his fingers digging into your skin. "Do you think it would be slow? Or would be fuck me fast how i like it?"
"I think you need a reminder of who come home to every night." You couldn't even deny how desperate you were when he talked like that, how demanding he was, the way he had complete control over your body, he was insatiable, like a drug.
Max muttered under his breath, pulling your dress up around your waist, ignoring the sound of the seams splitting from his harsh movement, and you whined at the rush of cold air hitting your unclothed cunt.
"No panties?" He looked down at you, locking eyes as you shook your head, still defiant to give into him. "Didn't realise i was dating such a slut, letting everyone see you like this."
"Should've paid more attention to me." You huffed out, feeling unappreciated by your dutch boyfriend and he hummed at your words, the crack in his tough exterior being the way he held your hand towards the bed, the warmth although slowly replaced when he laid you down against the soft mattress.
His lips met yours as he ran his hands down your body, pressing against your clit with his thumb before pushing a finger inside you, capturing your moan in his mouth. "You want more attention?" He questioned against your lips, nodding furiously as he slipped another finger in you.
Max didn't even wait for you to answer him properly not stopping his movements, instead picking up as he relentlessly brought you closer and closer to the edge before slowing down enough to leave you just nearly there, just as you'd done earlier. Your back was arched off of the bad, chest pressed against his, biting down on your bottom lip to hide your desperate moans.
"You wanna cum, liefje?" You nodded your head repeatedly against his body, ready to do anything he asked of you for any sort of release. The addition of his thumb against your clit had you whining loudly, your body already tired and slumping against his. "Too bad."
His words were only turning you on more, the dark undertone in his voice leaving your imagination to run wild on how'd he'd make you suffer through the night. "Open your eyes." You did as he said, the eye contact instant as his eyes bore into yours.
"Max, please." You were half pleading with him to stop the teasing, the give in, whilst the other half wanted him to, you wanted him to teach you a lesson. He gave you a faux look of sympathy, and just when you felt you were about to tip over the edge he stopped all movement.
"You didn't really think you were gonna get off that easy did you?" His fingers being pushed between your lips prevented you from answering, not that you had the dignity left to argue. "You've been all talk tonight," Shying away from looking at him, he let out a short laugh. "Finally gonna put that mouth to good use now, aren't you?"
You shook your head, straightening your back as you sat up to look at the Dutchman defiantly, crossing your arms, in return he cocked his head to the side. Max sighed, already tired of the act you were putting on, the bratty attitude you were having, and you writhed in his arms when he brought you onto his lap, inches away from his face.
"All you had to do was listen, and you can't even do that." His calm voice was what worried you the most, and you got your answer of what he was about to do when he'd bent you over his still clothed thigh, but not before pulling the creased dress over your head, leaving you bare.
"I can-"
"Don't argue with me, schatje." Feeling even more vulnerable than before, being completely naked in front of Max was nothing new but it was when he was still fully clothed. He ran his hand over your bare ass, giving you the chance to back down and when you didn't he brought his hand down against the tender skin, a moan falling from your lips as he did.
and again, and again.
"You can stop this, y/n, although i don't know if you want to." Whining at his words, Max slapped his hand against you again, soothing down the burning red skin before going again. "Tell me, are you gonna behave?"
His hand ran across the reddened skin, ready to land another slap when you nodded your head, just barely catching his eye. "Words." Was all he said, waiting patiently for you to admit defeat.
"I'll behave Max, please." He wiped a fallen tear from your cheek, smudging your mascara in the process, hands around your waist when he pulled you up to meet his face.
He pushed a fallen strand of hair behind you ear, an action that matched the soft tone of his voice, but only for a split second. "Good, now get on your knees."
Your hands drifted towards his waistband, removing his jeans as quickly as you could dragging them down to his muscular thighs, his cock inches away, straining against his tight calvins.
Painfully slow you pulled them down, his hard cock slapping against his lower stomach, your eyes flickering up to see Max's already on yours, watching your every move, his tip coated completely in pre cum. No matter how many times you'd seen him like this, and how many more times you're sure you'll see it, every time felt like first.
Max had propped himself up on his forearms to be able to look at you. Teasingly, you placed a singular kiss to the tip, testing the waters to see how lenient he'd be with you, watching as he twitched and smugly smiling up at Max, his eyes closes im anticipation. From the tip to the base you continued a line of kisses, wanting every part of him to be appreciated, just like you always did. When you reached the tip again, you licked away the salty pre cum that coated your lips, hearing him groan.
"Don't tease me, thought you were trying to be good?" His voice rang in your ears, gathering enough spit in your hand, moving your hand up and down the length of his cock, making sure to reach every part of it. "Behave." You smirked at his warning, still choosing to ignore him when you peppered more kisses across his thighs and tip again.
The veins in his arms rippled as he held himself up, only a little while longer and he would be collapsing against the bed.
Max's hips bucked up into your hand, needing more than what you were giving him. He was desperate to be able to feel your lips around his cock, watching as it disappeared down your throat then reappeared seconds later. The way your mascara is half way down your face afterwards driving him inside. Your lips ghosted over his tip once again, your hot breath fanning against. "Open your mouth."
If there was one thing you loved more than Max, it was getting him to that demanding stage, where his need to feel you took over. The unconventional power trip it gave you to have him as putty in your hands and be able to take away what he was feeling instantly, it made you feel in control and you revelled in that. "Fucking open your mouth."
Instead of giving him what he wanted you continued to kiss up and down his length. Changing your path over to the thick thighs of his you loved so much, leaving hickey's as a reminder onto them both. Max's hips bucked up again, desperation in his eyes as he looked down at you. "Y/n-"
His breath had caught in his throat when you pushed his cock down as far as it could go, the tip hitting against the back had you gagging. He let out a groan as you bobbed your head up and down, grabbing your hair and making a makeshift ponytail out of it to guide you.
Your nails dug into his thigh as he continued to push himself deeper down your throat, groaning when you gagged around him, the vibrations sending him into a frenzy. "Fuck, this is all your mouths good for, you hear me?" Max's head rolled back in pleasure, his exposed neck taunting you to leave more marks.
Max's face contorted into different variations of pleasure when you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Finally he looked back down at you to find you already looking at him, moaning as you kept eye contact. The heavy hand on your head forced his cock down your throat again, hollowing out your cheeks to allow him down further.
You were enjoying this too much for Max's liking, pulling you off him to readjust by the end of the bed, your knees of the ground when he forcedd himself down your throat.
The new angle had you nearly choking on him, gagging around cock and be pushed himself deeper down your throat, tears spilling from your eyes which only spurred him on more. "Just like that, don't stop."
The blackening from your mascara dripping down your face as you continued, meeting the intense thrusts of his hips, whining when you felt it get too much. "Don't you dare whine, liefje." When you felt Max's thighs start to twitch and tense you knew he was close. "Fuck don't stop." He was practically pleading with you and you had no plan to until he was cumming down your throat.
Which would come as soon as you thought, within seconds his breath caught in his throat, the pressure of him grip on your hair lessen, thrusts becoming more erratic and Max didn't move from your mouth until every last bit of his release was down your throat. Without hesitation , you swallowed, the saltiness you were already used to leaving an after-taste.
You whined as he brought you back to your feet, pressing your lips together in an almost bruising kiss. Just as before you wanted to push your luck, running your hands along his now shirtless abdomen, seeing how he tensed under your touch, but still he wasn't going to give into you.
"Does my baby want to come? Is she done being a brat?" Nodding against his body, Max was quick in wrapping your legs around his hips, feeling him hardening underneath you, rolling your hips against his before he stopped you.
"You have no control right now, understand?” His head dipped to your neck, going over his past mark and adding more as he did so. Max's mouth moved against yours, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your thighs when he reached them and pushing them wider.
Max captured your moan as he pushed inside of you, being too caught up in the way his lips felt against your skin to realise he'd lifted your hips to meet him. "You feel so good, always do." He whispered the words against your ear, kissing behind your earlobe, the words of praise proving rare for the night.
A multitude of swear words and his name fell from your mouth, his unrelenting pace already bringing you closer and closer to your impending high. Your already sensitive cunt contracting around Max, a groan being pulled from him as you were chasing your first orgasm.
Your thighs tightened around his waist, his fingers now circling your clit being what drove you over the edge. Biting down on his shoulder, sure to leave a mark, his name falling from your mouth in a moan, nails digging into the skin of his back.
Max never gave you any time to recover, keeping his hands on your hips as he rolled them against his own. His thrusts were just as fast and deep as before, maybe even more so. "Max-" You croaked out his name, an attempt to get at least an ounce of pity from him, something that never came. "I can't, it's too much."
Max's fingers fell underneath your jaw, forcing you into looking him. His pupils were dilated as he looked down at you, swollen lips and red cheeks accompanied. "You can take it, i know you can." You wanted to argue, tell him you needed a break but he hit just that right spot inside of you there was no place for an argument. "Prove to me you're still my good girl.”
You were already overstimulated, the pleasure becoming too much to handle as your second high hit. Tears fell from your eyes from the overwhelming sensation, stinging the already wet patches on your cheeks. When he slowed down you expected him to stop, give you a couple minutes to recover. Max, however, wiped the fallen tears before continuing just as fast as he had before.
"One more, schatje, just one more." He kissed your temple in the first proper display of affection he had shown you that night.
From the way he was twitching inside of you, you could feel just how close he was to his own release. His thrusts became sloppier and less consistent as his groans grew louder. It was now his turn to his his face in your neck, moaning against your skin as he felt you clench around him.
Your body was ready to collapse from exhaustion, arms moving from around his neck to support your body on the counter. Within a couple seconds you felt him release inside of you, a groan to follow it and spurring on your own orgasm.
Max was the first to move, sliding himself out of you, making you wince at the loss of contact. You could already feel him cum leaking out of you, despite how deep he was in you. "You look so pretty like this, filled with my cum."
His back fell onto the mattress beside you, arms open for you to crawl into, and you happily accepted. "Bet Charles couldn't get you to cum like that." Max teased you, nipping at the skin between your neck and shoulder.
"I like seeing you jealous." You laughed as he tried defending himself, claiming he wasn't jealous, that Charles had nothing to do with it, and you nodded your head, still not believing him when your hands found the short strands of his hair, then he said something you wouldn't in a million years had expected to come out of his mouth.
"Invite him to join next time then, see if i'm jealous."
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till the sun comes up — SV5
pairing: rbr!sebastian vettel x fem!reader
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight oral (m receiving), drunk sex, alcohol mentioned, jenson getting everyone double drunk, translated german, established relationship, not proofread!!
synopsis: fresh off of winning his first drivers championship whats a better way of celebrating [2.2k]
a/n: this was completely unplanned, definitely not the best thing ive ever written and was more so a way to get back into the feel of writing since its been months since i last properly have
Abu Dhabi, 2010
Sebastian couldn't keep his hands of you, and in his defence, you couldn't keep yours off him. Alcohol ran freely through your veins, loosing up your movements as you danced against each other. Music blaring, drinks being downed in every corner of the club. Every now and then another driver ordered a round of shots, not slowing down as you all danced the night away.
His hands were on your waist, your hips, sliding up and down your thighs. He was everywhere. Sebastian's grip never loosening. Jenson had been the next driver to buy a round, ordering double than before in an attempt to somehow get you all more drunk than you already were, after all he had his reputation to uphold.
Sebastian's lip skimmed all over any exposed skin he could get, you collarbone, neck and as low as he could down your deep neckline.
The burning of tequila and vodka down your throat only spurred your happiness on, the smile on your face beginning to hurt from how long you had held it.
Seb had won.
He had won his first championship in f1, in a dramatic way at that, and one of many you were sure of. Your boyfriend was more than a talented driver, that you were even more sure od even with your lack of knowledge in the sport you knew well enough that Seb was a born winner, and that this was just the beginning.
The day had finally gone his way, any four of them could've won it, it was the day he's been waiting for since he had joined f1, since even before then, and you had been there with him every single step of the way.
The drinks, music and dancing continued long into the early hours of the morning, finally deciding to depart from your group of celebrating friends, them all giving you suggestive looks.
You felt the arm around your waist tighten as you stirred awake, the warmth from the body beside you encasing yours. The pads of Sebastian's fingers still digging into your skin as they had done when you fell asleep, not moving from their protective position. Rays of sunlight shown through the slightly open curtains in the hotel room, the city of Abu Dhabi already buzzing at just 10am.
Bedsheets had been brought all the way up your chest, covering your naked body and pulling them off of Sebastian's, enough to see his toned muscles which he usually had hidden underneath a shirt, a sight you truly would never get used to. His trophy sat on the stand next to the bed, a reminder of the reasons you had celebrated the night before.
Seb nuzzled his head further into the crook of your shoulder, even in his sleepy state not wanting to let his hands drop from you. You could still smell the champagne on his skin, showering the last thing on your minds when you stumbled in. Unable to help but stare at him, his growing stubble that he didn't care enough to shave and the purple hickeys blessing his exposed neck, his blonde curls a mess on top of his head.
Memories from the previous night took over as you grazed over the marks left.
Your back was against the wall as soon as Sebastian shut the door, not wasting a second to have his hands on you fully, almost as desperate for you as you were for him. His lips trailed down your body, from your lips and then your jaw and finally residing on your neck. His trophy had been carefully placed on the ground next to you.
You whined as he sucked on the sweet spot between your neck and collarbone, the already euphoric feeling of having him so close causing a wetness between your legs. Seb's hands travelled down your legs, tapping your thighs and whispering a small. "Jump" in your ears, and you happily obliged, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.
Sebastian carried you from the wall to the bed, dropping you down on the soft mattress below. He looked over you hungrily, his eyes dancing over your entire body as he worked out where to start first.
Lifting your fingers to his neck you traced over the marks, not too heavily as to not wake him. The action of you leaving them flashed before your eyes, each and every mark came at a different time and with how drunk you were, you were just happy to remember.
"Schatz." You had been to entranced with the memories you hadn't even seen him waking up, the calmness in his shut eyes had opened to show the beautiful blue eyes you loved. His long eyelashes brushed against his cheeks as he looked up at you, following your gaze to where you had been staring. "I could always do with more."
It was his turn to trace the marks he’d left now, Seb’s fingers smoothing over the reddened skin of your neck. "You could do with more too." He pulled one of your legs over his, making you straddle his lap whilst he continued looking up at you.
You laughed at his eagerness, acting as if you didn't want and need this just as much as he did. "What? Last night wasn't enough for you." Raising your eyebrow at him, Sebastian rolled his eyes, hands moving to your hips in an attempt to get you moving against him.
Without a second thought you obliged to his attempt, rocking your hips in time with his hands. He dipped his head down your neck, moving to in between your breast and kissing them both. His kisses continued, the loving mood he was in only growing as he made his way back up, reaching your lips and bringing you in for your first kiss of the morning. In contrast to the warmth of your skin goosebumps raised along your body.
Dragging himself away from your lips, Sebastian rejoined his journey up your body, his teeth nibbling your earlobe causing small whimpers to escape your already swollen lips. "Could never get tired of fucking you, Engel." His words went straight to your core, your thighs rubbing together to try and release the tension a little. "Do you know what you do to me?"
You knew Seb would try to get you to beg if he could. Even in the loving and giving mood he was in he always got a kick out of making you beg, the lewd words going straight to his cock whenever they left your mouth.
“Please, Seb." Your words faltered slightly as one of his fingers grazed over your cunt. Sebastian could practically feel your clit throbbing against him, and it took ever ounce of his willpower to not give you what you wanted. "Please, just touch me."
Your pleas were never enough for him, wanting nothing more than for you to break, to tell him what you wanted him to do, no matter how dirty the words you used, he loved when you spoke like that to him. "Where do you want me to touch you, schatz? I need you to tell me."
When you didn't reply, Sebastian lightly slapped your thigh as a warning, an empty one at that as you both knew he would give in to you eventually, because if it wasn’t his arousal taking over it would be his drunkenness. But he would always put up a fight. You grabbed his wrist, in no mood for his teasing or to waste time and brought down to your dripping cunt. "Here, Seb, please just touch me."
And when you rasped out his name like that who was he to not give you what you wanted most?
Sebastian’s hard on was becoming glaringly obvious through the tight, and growing even tighter, boxers he was wearing. "This is what you to do me." The words he spoke stuck with you, both of you having so much power over how the other felt almost felt like it was fate to be together.
You had rid yourself of your panties already, the newfound feeling of your unclothed clit grinding against Seb’s growing cock. Gasping as he lifted his hips to meet yours, you silenced yourself against his neck, biting into the muscles and soothing over the stinging with your tongue.
A louder moan slipped past your lips as your arousal grew, your slick making it easier to glide against the soft material of his boxers. "I want to fuck you." Sebastian had to stop the groan that nearly escaped his throat.
“Then fuck me, liebling."
"Then fuck me." As the words left your throat Sebastian pushed himself inside you, dropping his chest onto yours to get as close and humanly possibly. The groan he let as you clenched around him forever etched into your brain, something you will remember any time you look at him.
Seb snaked his arm down between your entwined bodies, circling your clit at a steady pace, contrasting the harshness of his thrusts into you. The added stimulation had you melting into the bed underneath him.
You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, as he swallowed your moans in the heated mess between you. His neediness leaked into the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth at the first chance he could get.
Squeezing around him again, Sebastian bit your lip, pulling on it as he pulled away from the kiss. Both of you tried to catch to your breath, although he couldn't stop his want to touch you again, dropping his head to meet your lips in another crazed kiss.
Just as you were finding your rhythm, Sebastian’s hands found their place on your ass, slowing you for a couple seconds then speeding you up again in a sequence that made your head spin and eyes roll back. Your chests were practically touching as he pulled you impossibly closer, connecting your lips.
You kissed up and down his neck, his hickeys becoming redder as you bit down on the same spot of skin, taut from his training. Pulling away for a minute you admired the purple marks on his throat, his adams apple bobbing under your gaze, in contrast with his muscles making you feel like you could come just looking at him.
At your staring he thrust up into you faster, smirking at your unprepared reaction, arms failing you as you fell onto his chest.
One of his hands lifted from your ass, pushing the fallen hair out of your face as you found your own rhythm again. You felt your orgasm nearing closer and closer, and so did Sebastian. His hand slipped down in between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit to push you further and further to your release.
Within seconds you were cumming around his cock, your walls clenching around him, head thrown back and your mouth opening in an ‘o’ shape. Your moans grew louder and louder, Sebastian placing his fingers in your mouth so that not every bystander in the street would hear you. "Fuck, Seb, you're so good to me."
The feeling of your tongue swirling around the tips of his fingers spurred him on to his own orgasm. The sensation you were giving him reminding him of how good you made him feel when he’s in your mouth.
Sebastian’s heavy groan filled the room as his head hit the pillow below him. Your tongue swirled around the slit in the tip of his cock teasingly, fingers stroking up and down the part you weren't touching.
You kissed him from top to bottom, placing one last longing kiss to his tip. Hollowing out your cheeks you took him in one, the tip knocking the back of your throat instantly.
Already you felt the tears leaving your eyes from the closing of your throat around him, viciously trying to force him out of your mouth. Your hands stroked what your mouth couldn't get, the two feelings only adding to his pleasure.
Rough german words slipped from his mouth, mixing with the moans and groans he let out. "I love you so much." His hand found a place in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and pushing your head down further.
Your body fell on his, a thin layer of sweat covering both your skins as you both attempted to catch your breath. Seb still deep inside you, holding his cum in you, neither wanting to move.
Glancing over at the trophy beside you, you smiled, turning back to face Seb, who had an equally as happy grin on his face. “So when i win my second-“
“Don’t push it.”
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little white lie — MV1
pairing: max verstappen x fem!leclerc!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions and usage of alcohol, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m & f receiving), sexual references, translated french and dutch, the 2022 f1 season, not proofread!!
synopsis: charles didn’t have a long list of rules when it came to you and the other 19 drivers on the grid, although dating his championship rival was #1 [6.0k]
a/n: return/celebratory max fic ig?? when is that man not winning races
You'd caught him staring at you from across the paddock, never the type to hide his staring, the smuggest look you'd ever seen on his face. The collar his race suit had obviously been messily fastened together, still being able to feel the burn on your fingers from the velcro from when you done it back up only minutes ago.
His cheeks were a shade rosy pink, easily explained to anyone who asked as the warm weather getting to him, as was the messy state of his blonde tipped hair. A stoic look was all you returned his grin with, still you could feel the butterflies in your stomach, the feel of his hands on your skin imprinted in your mind.
If anyone had bothered to pay enough attention to him they would've noticed the blossoming purple bruise forming just above his collar, the slight teeth mark you'd left just under his ear too. Although your lingering marks were soon to be covered by his balaclava.
Charles had given you two simple rules to follow, don't date his teammates, and most importantly don't date his rivals. If he could help it, don't date any of the drivers.
And luckily for Charles, you'd hated everything about him from day one, since you had first met Max at one of your brothers karting competition all the way up till now, the smug smile that seemed permanent on his face, his almost entitled attitude as if he deserved to win simply because he was who he was and he drove for who he drove for.
Everyone in the paddock knew of your rocky relationship with Max, since the first race Charles had invited you, it wasn't long till your obvious dislike of the dutchman came out in full force.
The feelings, of course, being mutual.
Annoyingly for you, it seemed as if people naturally gravitated towards him, like he had this unspoken charm that you were yet to see. Even when you were both as young, it was a similar situation, everyone dying to be able to call him their friend.
His move to F1 almost seemed to intensify that charm you were forbidden from seeing, of course you were aware of the media's rendition of him, similar in a way to how you viewed him and it pained you to admit he was actually nothing like that at all.
For those years though that you'd (thankfully in your opinion) never crossed paths more than a couple times where you'd stayed on later after one of Charles' races to see the podiums and bother Pierre around the garage. Even then you barely acknowledged each others presence more than what was deemed necessary.
Although avoiding him altogether was never really an option for either of you, your friendship groups integrated deeply into each others, only becoming much more apparent to you when Charles made his f1 debut and your once in a blue-moon meeting became an almost weekly occurrence.
Never once though did you attempt make your feelings towards him secret, and Max was being honest he didn't try to hide his either, Charles or Pierre often being the ones to step in when you found the opportunities to wind the other one up.
It became a sort of game in your friendship group to wager when the truth would finally come out. The truth that you both masked any glimpse of feelings towards each others with insults and glares.
Charles, for one, was desperate for you both to get along, knowing that if you'd put the work in and pushed aside the baseless hate you held for each other potentially even a friendship could form.
And so when Charles had graduated to F1 in 2018, he was even more so desperate for you to be somewhat neutral towards the red bull driver. After all you'd be seeing him much more frequently, with Charles moving up and you landing an interviewing job at F1TV, he also knew of the hard times the media were beginning to give him. "They're basically eating him alive, at least try to be nice to him, yeah? You know he isn't that bad." He asked you again, for the amount of times you'd lost count, not becoming discouraged from the silence you gave him in response.
Reluctantly, after a significant amount of convincing, his patience paid off as you had agreed to do so, for your brothers sake.
Now though, years later, you were sure if Charles knew what would come from reintroducing you, he would've kept you at least 12 feet away from the dutchman at all times.
The media had caught on quickly that the red bull driver had gotten himself a mystery lady. Multiple articles about Max doing little to hide the red scratch mark you'd left down his back the night before, also never sparing a thought to hide the hickeys you had ever so carefully attempted to leave where his race suit collar would cover.
Of all people, no one had suspected it to be you though, which was the only reason you actually continued whatever it was you were doing with Max. You told yourself it was just sex, because that's all it really was, at least at the start. He hadn't spent a night over at yours, just as you had never his, just a string of hotel rooms in cities across the globe.
The first time had been a moment of weakness on both your parts, Max had just came of race week with a very rare strategy blunder by his team, ultimately ruining his chances for the win and instead handing it to his teammate and you, you had just found out your boyfriend had cheated on you.
It was one of those cliche movie moments, Max finding you at the hotel bar, you're makeup messy and mascara practically melting away from the tears that still stained your face, drinking the night away on your own and occasionally offering up a conversation with the bartender, although mostly it had just been you wallowing in self pity.
As soon as he'd seen you the thought of turning around and ordering a bottle to his room crossed his mind. He'd already had a shitty day, a shitty race week he'd say if he was feeling dramatic, and he didn't need to deal with you drunk and crying on top of that.
Instead, though, he chose to sit down, his legs moving before he could process a thought of what he was doing. He signalled over to the bartender as he sat down beside you. "Two of whatever she's having, please." He heard you groaning at the sound of his voice, the last thing you needed to end a day like that was not spending your time drinking with him, or even seeing him if you could help it.
You'd already spotted him coming in, you're eyes flickering back to the bar in fear of the dutchman seeing you, silently praying that if he was to stay that he would choose another seat but it seemed faith hadn't been on your side.
You would've put money on this being the first time in years the two of you had been together alone, no mutual friends to fill the awkward silence between you.
It took another taste of your drink to build up the willpower to speak. "Saw your team fucked you over," On the outside your words seemed harsh but they were just the trick to break the inch thick ice. "Maybe they're sick of you winning too." Your tone was lightened with a smile and he laughed at your bluntness, probably one of the only times you had actually heard him laugh at something you said.
Max passed the full glass over to you, moving your empty one out of the way as the bartender gave him the drinks, a nod in acknowledgment before he went back to fixing drinks. "Heard you got cheated on?" He retorted, a lift at the end of his words as if he was asking you without the intention of getting an answer back.
Despite the topic of conversations being definitely untraditional, you found the humour in the situation, being helped by the almost goading nature of what he said.
In response you only smiled at him, the silence falling once again but it was no longer the thick and stuffy, awkward one as before.
Both of you were shamelessly drunk by the next couple drinks, the conversations flowing between the two of you as if you'd been friends forever, somehow not running out of things to say as he offered to walk you to your room and you'd agreed before you could even think about saying no.
You had, not that you would ever admit out loud, gotten to your door quicker than you wished to. Neither wanted to say goodbye, unadmittedly enjoying each others company and with the next couple words that left your mouth, whatever tension was between you changed, sure to be blamed on your drunken brain the next morning. "Do you want to come in?"
He looked back at you blankly, expression unreadable, as if he was going through the scenario in his head, what would happen if he said yes, if he said no, and then he slowly nodded his head.
It'd all happened so quickly, one second you were inviting Max into your hotel room and the next you had him pinned against the wall, the strap of your dress falling down your shoulder. "We shouldn't be doing this." You mumbled against his skin, and yet he made no attempt to stop the sloppy kisses you littered across his neck. "He'll find out." Even multiple drinks deeps you had some sort of rational thinking, not that you could say much from the way he pushed his knee between your legs and how it made your mind foggy.
You gasped at the unexpected feeling of his hand in your hair, pulling your head up to meet his eyes, the close proximity making it feel more intimate than you had wished. You felt his finger delicately tracing over your lips, parting them slightly when he pushed his thumb passed them. "Not if we don't tell him, he won't."
Max let his hand drift from your lips, running his fingertips over your cheek and down your jaw, and you shamelessly revelled in the way it felt having him this close. His touch commanding against your skin, already knowing you were like putty in his hands. Goosebumps rose on your skin, the lustful look in his eyes making them appear a shade darker.
There was nothing loving about the way he touched you, no ounce of romance in his actions, no softness when he squeezed the skin of your thighs motioning for you to jump.
He basked in the feeling of having you, the only girl he was ever truly forbade from seeing, and here you were with your arms wrapped around him. "You have no idea how long i've wanted to do this." His voice was hushed against your ear, the sensation of him so close, the warmth of his body radiating against yours, leaving you wanting more.
Your eyes pleaded with him, silently asking him to give you something, anything.
His teeth nipping at your skin had you throwing your head back, exposing more of your neck for his lips to explore. "You're so beautiful." He spoke between kisses, not wanting to stop himself leaving more bruises. "Verdomd mooi." fucking beautiful
Busying yourself as he moved your hands found his hair, your thighs on either side of his as you subconsciously rocked your hips against him, threading your fingers through the soft strands of his light tipped hair. "Tell me you won't regret this?" Max whispered against your ear as he placed your back against the soft mattress.
You could barely think from the way his mouth felt against your skin, never the submissive type but you swore you would've given into anything he said to you in that moment. "I'm not going to regret this." Your hand found his hair once again as his lips trailed down your stomach, dress long gone and lying on the floor.
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More than a month had passed since the first night you had spent together, and no amount of the alcohol had done its job to make you forget it. Every night before you slept you replayed the details in your mind, from the way his touch on your body wasn't soft as if you were made of glass and the way his accent grew thicker the more turned on he got, the sounds he made against your body, everything.
You tried to steer clear of the dutchman for as long as possible, as much as you could anyway despite being in the paddock at all times with him every race week. It was as if the universe was punishing you for giving into your desire for him, for not resisting his charm.
It seemed as if he was everywhere you were, and you knew from an outside perspective that sounded silly, he was a driver of course he was going to be in the paddock but it didn't help you were the one asking him questions after most races, the good and the bad. Those were the days Max wished it was more than a one night deal, the nights after a bad race where his bed was empty, only a few doors up from your own hotel room with an equally as empty bed.
It was impossible to deny you had wanted to see him again, he'd made you feel like no one else ever and it was almost like torture seeing him around the paddock and having to push back those ever present feelings.
Wether it be him jumping in front of another driver to be interviewed or a simple look from across the paddock. Max made it known to you that he wasn't going to forget and that more importantly he wasn't going to let you forget.
You'd caught him after a particularly bad race, the thing making it worse was that he had been the one to make the mistake, it wasn't a mechanical issue or a strategy blunder, it bad been all him, he'd been the one to lose control of the car and in Max's eyes he was the only one to blame. He was the latest one to arrive at their media duties, no doubt the only reason he had even came at all was due to being dragged by his media officer.
Just by the looking of him you could see how the result of the race had affected him, and to say it was a bad result would be an insult to most other drivers, he'd finished p7, in the points which was more than the 10 other driver could've said, and yet from the look on his face you could've guessed he was dead last.
"So, Max, tell us what happened in that corner with Perez?" You danced around going easy on him or getting straight to the point, ultimately choosing the second option knowing it would make the interview get on quicker, which benefited both of you.
The dutchman shrugged slightly before speaking, a sad smile on his face as he did so. "Yeah you know how it is, we're both that type of driver where if we see a gap we're going to go for it and if one of us don't back out then we're going to have to pay the consequences and i did, so."
You nodded at his answer, a diplomatic one at that and you knew he wanted the interview to be over just as quick as you did. Although something else you knew was that no tabloid would be happy with the reasonable answer he'd gave. "And you believe that's all it was? Just a racing incident between two teammates?"
"Like i said, yeah, we're two driver who want to go for it and it happens."
"Moving on from that, recently you've been labelled a 'dirty driver', how do you feel about that? Do you think it captures your driver style or?" You'd moved passed trying to coddle his feelings, you wanted to push his buttons, bring out that fire in him you knew he had and for some reason put out over a p7 result.
Max cocked his head to the side at your question, the corners of his lips threatening to turn up when he realised your intention. "Do you think i'm a dirty driver?" You shook your head although he camera couldn't catch it and this time he let himself smile. "I think i'm a driver who knows i need to push myself to achieve my best, and some may say that's dirty but i'm here to win not to be p7."
"Right, thank you Max." You nodded your head, max returning the gesture before you finally began packing up your equipment.
The paddock was beginning to filter out, garages looking bare just as they did just mere days before, still the light of one side of the red bull garage stuck out in the clear night. It took everything in you to not turn around there, get in your car and drive back the hotel, instead forcing your legs to walk towards the light.
There was only 4 or 5 mechanics left in the garage, clearing up little bits they'd missed the first time and though they were confused at your presence they still smiled welcomingly at you. Almost as if he could read your mind one of them spoke up. "He's in his drivers room, just down the hall."
Thanking him you continued further into the garage, his, checo's and even Daniel's face splashed onto the walls. You sucked in a breath when you reached his door, knocking on it lightly before you could back out. "I'll be out in 5 minutes." He replied back, almost monotonously.
"Max, can we talk?" There was silence on the other side of the door before you heard shuffling, then the turning of a lock and soon enough you were standing inside his room. Max looked at you expectedly, waiting for you to explain what it was you were doing there. "I'm sorry for calling you a dirty driver,"
"And for bringing up your collision with checo, i knew you weren't the happiest with the result and i pushed you-" In the midst of your ramble you hadn't caught hie close he'd gotten to you, and were taken slightly off guard when you were cut off by press of his lips on yours.
He held your face in his hands, keeping you impossibly closer to him in the stuffy confinement of his drivers room. You let your body move against his, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss when you felt him nip at your bottom lips, a gasp slipping from your mouth.
You stumbled back slightly, breaking apart for a second to catch your breath before your lips were on his again. Max held your hand in his, as his body hit the back of the small couch in his room your legs straddling his lap, thighs on either side and the memories of your first night together came in flashes when you closed your eyes.
"Max..." You whispered against his lips, your breathing heavy, Max's hands travelling across your clothed skin as if it was the first time he'd done so.
"God, you never shut up." His laugh was breathy after he spoke, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before his fingers started expertly undoing the top buttons of your shirt. He undone the buttons just enough to see the bra you wore underneath it, the white lace details attempting to disguise you as innocent.
Max dropped his head bellow your collarbone, pressing kisses to the exposed skin, small whines and whimpers falling from your lips as he did so, occasionally nipping at your sensitive spots and soothing it over. By the time he was finished your neck looked like it had been attacked, blossoming purple and red marks covering your skin and the patterns dipped lower to just between your breasts.
You were practically begging him to do more, whispering pleas against his ear when he slowly rocked your body against his. "Not here, schatje, come back with me?" He phrased it like a question and you feverishly nodded your head, no plan to go back to your hotel alone in the state he'd put you in.
His room was only a couple doors down from your own and just two by Charles, Max having to shush your giggling slightly as he told a joke in the near empty hallways. Your hands were laced together, from an outside perspective you looked like a young couple in love, coming home from a night out together, only the two of you knowing the extent of your dirty secret.
Your back hit against his hotel room wall, legs being spread by his knee between them pushing your dress further up your thigh. With his arm wrapped around your waist he held you up, pressing his lips to yours knocking the air from your lungs in the process. Max pushed down the front of your dress, exposing the white lace bra you hid underneath.
You gulped at the feeling of his hands across your body, your knees starting to buckle as he trailed down the soft lace material of your bra, taking his time as his finger met the clasp which held the two sides together. The movement was slow and calculated, purposeful in the way he bared your skin to the air, watching, and smiling, as your breath hitched in your throat.
Max took a step back, standing tall in front of you, holding himself steady as he took you all in, your pupils already blown out with lust. His fingertips danced across your waist, moving up your body to slip the straps off your shoulders. Your nipples hardened as the thin material fell to your waist, mouth parted at the vulnerability of the situation, almost naked in front of the man you once felt nothing but hate for.
He captured your mouth in his, as if he had done a thousand times before, his lips warm and supple just how you had remembered them, yet still rough against your own. His fingers brushed your jaw as his tongue slipped inside, the simple act of intimacy conveying his need, his desire for more, and you returned the gesture.
Your stomach tightening as you felt the unbelievable magic of his hands and lips on your body, working in tandem for your pleasure.
Max slipped your bra down further till you were completely rid of it, grip firm on your hips almost certain to leave a bruise, as you reached forward to unbutton his dress shirt. You rasped at the roughness of Max's fingers, in contrast to the feelings of your past boyfriends hands. He grunted at the feeling of you under his touch; the way your skin felt like satin to his senses. A shiver crept along your spine as he licked his lips.
As your fingers moved swiftly to undo the last button on Max's shirt, you stopped for a moment, mesmerised at the way the light highlighted his torso. You ran your hands over his chest, over the now familiar feeling of his abs and the way he tensed underneath your touch. He just barely whispered your name, capturing your hands in his in an attempt to gain control again.
"God, Max, i need you." You moaned against his ear, a new sense of want filling the dutchman as you did so. "Please."
And you were begging now, begging for him, for him to make you feel good and it was only natural that he gave in.
He shushed your pleas as he brought his lips to yours, slightly softer than before but still enough to show you that for tonight, he was the one going to be in charge. Although if he was going to do this, he was going to make sure he got some fun out of it too. "What do you need, schatje?"
Max tilted his head as he spoke, pulling back from you, watching how your breathing returned to normal with the new space between you. It had been less than 10 minutes and you were already sick of his teasing, the only thought in your head was him fucking you and you didn't care how desperate it sounded.
"Max," You whined, trying to press your lips to his again when he pulled his head back, only letting them just barely brush against his and nothing more. "I need you to fuck me, please."
As much as he loved the sound of your begging, he knew it would have to wait, his hand moving down the front of your stomach, slipping underneath the waistband of your already drenched lace panties. You let out a moan when he pressed down on your clit, teasing you when he dragged his fingers through your folds.
"You'll need to wait for that, gonna get you off on my fingers first." His words went straight to your core, clenching around nothing when his thumb circled your clit.
Your mouth fell open when he slipped a finger inside of you, whines and whimpers escaping from the way he stretched you out. His calloused fingers in contact with the sensitivity of your cunt had your hips bucking into his hand. "So impatient." Max was taunting you, running his fingers along your slit without allowing you the feeling of them inside you, spreading your arousal. "You're so wet, all for me, hm?"
You couldn't nod quicker, hoping flattery would get him fucking you quicker. "All for you, Max, tout pour toi." The switch in languages came from when he teased you with the tips of his fingers, never truly fully entering you.
He seemed to have taken pity on you, your thickened accent when you spoke in your native language being the catalyst as you gasped at the stretch of his fingers inside you again.
Max was slow with his movements at first, letting you adjust to the burning feeling before moving. The time between the last time he'd had his fingers in you and now seemed like a life time, your memory of that night not doing justice to the way he made you feel. Your hips moved on their own, in time with the rhythm he had set, grinding against the palm of his hand. "You look so pretty like this, riding my fingers like a good girl."
Moaning at his words, you gripped onto his shoulder. His thumb was pressed against your clit, the pressure on your neglected nerves being enough to bring you to the edge but fully tip you over, your pleasure and body fully in his control. Max picked up pretty quickly on what you wanted him to do, the dutchman somehow knowing your body better than you did after only one time together.
Lazily, he began rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb, his lips pressing against your neck as he sucked a hickey. The added stimulation had you arching your back, your chest bumping against his own. "Fuck, please i'm so close." You gasped out, a string of swear words following your confession as his relentless pace somehow fastened.
You felt your thighs beginning to shake, your cunt clenching around his fingers and with little warning your body was slumping against his, back arching off of the wall behind you. Moaning into his bare shoulder, leave an indent in the wake, his body doing the most to muffle the sound of your whines to anyone outside.
Max helped you ride out your high, the arrogant smile on his face enough to make you want to drop to your knees for him, to have him in your mouth where you were the one to control his pleasure, where you were in control. Only when he cleaned off his fingers of you in his mouth you were actually on your knees for him.
Your heels stood flat against the wall, looking up at him through your eyelashes and his breathing quickened. He was straining against the confinement of his trousers, begging to be released, to be touched by you, yet he would never voice these things to you.
His thumb stroked over your bottom lip as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. "You're so beautiful, schatje, on your knees like this."
Your own thumb ran over his leaking slit, the low groan escaping his lips making you smile at the effect you had on him in such a short amount of tome. Taking him fully into your mouth, you hollowed out your cheeks, his tip hitting against the back of your throat, hand in your hair motivating you to bob your head up and down.
You looked up to see Max's head falling back, cursing under his breath in dutch his exposed neck and parted lips making you want to skip everything and fuck him already, and you knew he wouldn't be one to argue. "Such a good girl." His words had you moaning around him, his accent appearing more intense the closer he came, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag.
Tears prickled in your eyes at the constant impact of his tip against the back of your throat as he fucked your face, his hips moving to meet your mouth, threatening to ruin the mascara you wore. When Max could feel your jaw growing tired he took over, using the hand in your hair to move your head, forming a makeshift ponytail.
The sounds he was making was enough to make you forget about the ache in your knees and the tiredness of your jaw, watching how his adams apple bobbed in his throat. Low groans, moans and dutch swear words alongside the occasional gasp of your name.
You felt him begin to twitchin your mouth, what would usually be encouragement to keep going was him pulling you off of him, both of you gasping to catch your breath. He ran his finger along your swollen lip, his pre cum and your spit coating them, pressing his thumb in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it, just as you would if he was in your mouth. "Don't pout, liefje, wanna come inside you."
Quickly you were being pulled back to your feet, being brought in for an almost bruising kiss. His hands ran up and down your hips, squeezing the soft skin, no doubt to leave marks the next day. The impact of him pulling you up back against the wall had you moaning into his mouth.
Max linked your hand in his, moving you both towards the bed to where he sat back with his legs still spread, taking your place in between them on his thighs, the flexing of the muscle jolting you forward into his arms. You felt your core twitch as it made contact with his bare skin, although put it to the side as you only wanted to focus on kissing him.
Max’s hands sat roughly on your hips once again, digging his fingertips into your skin, matching the roughness and intensity of the kiss you were sharing.
As your lips moved against each other, you began to rock your body into his, Max’s hands following your movement, the small whimpers slipping from your mouth at just the simple contact mixing with the sounds of his groans. You could already feel your wetness beginning to dampen his thigh, his muscles flexing underneath you again. Pulling away from him, your lips went to his ear. "Max, i want you to fuck me."
He hadn’t even needed to voice a reply, already having your body turned over and your face pushed into the soft mattress of your bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it under your head for support. He stroked himself a couple times, his cock hardening in his hand before he lined it up with your entrance.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed into you, the pillow doing a pitiful job to shield the moans you let out. "Look at you letting me fuck you like this," He was already back to teasing you, your moans growing louder from his lewd words, only prompting him to thrust into you harder and faster, his grip on your hips tightening, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “What would your brother say, hm? Knowing you were being fucked by his rival?”
His mention of Charles only spurred you on more, feeling every inch of him in you, every vein, as he let out moans of his own. “Max, don’t stop.” His pace never faltered, not even when your thighs shook from the pleasure you were experiencing, or when your back arched higher off of the mattress. Your nails dug into the crisp white sheets you lay on, gripping onto them as you could feel yourself nearing your orgasm once again.
Max could already feel you clenching around him, which was already making him near his own release quicker. He kept thrusting into you a gruelling speed, though his movements became more erratic as he continued, his own thighs shaking slightly.
You felt his lips trailing from the bottom of your back and to the nape of your neck, moving to place more soft kisses beneath and behind your ear. When your orgasm finally washed over you, you could barely hold yourself up. Underneath your arms gave way, moaning into the pillow you felt a collection of tears drop from your eye from the overstimulation.
Within a minute you felt Max release inside of you, the warm liquid being kept deep into you as he stilled, his body falling slightly onto yours, feeling his warm breath on the back of your neck. You both stayed like that for a couple of seconds, trying to catch your breaths and neither wanting to be the first to move.
Max followed his trail down from the back of your neck till he met the bottom of your back before pulling himself out, watching his cum drip out of you. He was quick to grab a dampened cloth from the bathroom, carefully cleaning you up.
You rolled onto your back, looking up to the ceiling of his bedroom, your breath still irregular. Max fell back on the bed just beside you, opening up his arms for you to slot into, wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him, finally planting a kiss on the top of your forehead. His fingers fidgeted with the ends of your hair, taking a mental image of the sight in front of him, your red blushed cheeks and fucked out expression on your face, knowing he was most likely not going to see it for a long time.
There was a short, comfortable silence, which Max was the first to break. “Let me take you out on a date, a proper one, not just food delivered to one of our hotel rooms.”
From the way he looked at you, his eyes holding no malicious intent, you knew he was being serious and in less than a second your answer changed the relationship between you and him forever. “Okay, you can take me out.”
There was no other thought in your mind when you answered, not Charles, ferrari or red bull not even the media had crossed your mine, in that moment you could think about you and him.
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