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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 12 - Coming dry
Pairing: Carlos/Charles
WC: 495
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Carlos’s breaths were harsh against Charles’s neck, trying not to shake too hard against him. He was sitting in Charles’s lap, impaled on his dick and wrapped around him like a koala. They’re sweaty, slick skin sliding together as Carlos moved his hips slowly, back and forward.
This was only something they did if they had time, if there wasn’t any training or races to attend. Carlos was particular and wasn’t often on the receiving end of sex, but Charles had opened his eyes to a whole new world he wasn’t even aware existed.
Something about Charles shoved deep inside him with there being almost no room between them made Carlos feel crazy, like he’d be willing to go insane if it meant feeling like this all the time.
They’re both sticky from Carlos’s previous orgasms, covering both their stomachs, catching in the hair at the base of Carlos’s cock. He doesn’t care, doesn’t care about the discomfort of drying come on his skin. He only cares about how good Charles is and how he lets him do this, ride him until he physically couldn’t.
Charles’s hands are pressed bruisingly against Carlos’s waist, trying his best not to guide him, not to rush. It was hard, especially when all he wanted was to flip him over and fuck him into the hotel bed they were sitting on. He can feel Carlos’s hot breaths against him, breaths that turn into whines, then into broken cries.
Carlos’s hips moved a bit frantically, chasing the very last bits of pleasure, biting down into Charles’s shoulder to quiet himself down. His eyes squeezed shut as he came unceremoniously between them, not even sure how many times he’d tensed against Charles at this point. With his forehead pressed against Charles’s shoulder, he watched the pitiful way his cock jolted, slapping against his stomach with nothing more to give, just a drop of precome forming at the tip. He can’t help but rake his blunt fingernails down Charles’s back, marking up his pale skin.
Carlos can’t get a good breath, clinging to Charles even harder, needing him to stay right where he was, so he could relish in it. “I-I can’t- anymore-“ he whimpered, practically dead weight in Charles’s lap.
“I know,” Charles hummed, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach, reaching up to run a hand through Carlos’s sweat-dampened hair. “But I’m not done with you yet,” Charles purred.
Carlos had a feeling he would say that, making a noise in the back of his throat, both in uncertainty and excitement. “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” Carlos muttered, not complaining as he felt Charles lay him back, still sheathed inside of him.
Charles’s touches remained gentle, taking in the sight of Carlos beneath him. He was more than perfect, flawless as he laid spread out on the white sheets, covered in his own come and sweat. “Good,” Charles smirked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 15 - Come as lube
Pairing: Daniel/Max
WC: 1516
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Daniel knows he shouldn’t be doing this.
Indulging his teenage teammate’s wildest fantasies was not usually something he did, but it was getting harder and harder to deny his own feelings, the teeny tiny crush that had blossomed into something Daniel wasn’t ready to face yet.
Daniel felt a sort of hot, burning shame as he watched Max move himself into place, both of them naked. Daniel was certain he would’ve backed out by now, but seeing Max in all his glory, all pale skin and baby fat, only made him want him more.
They were already a weird tangle of limbs, Daniel sitting with his legs spread and Max sat in the space between them. Max’s legs were hooked over Daniel’s thighs, lazily hugged around his waist. In this position, they could scoot close enough to have their cocks right up against each other, perfect for what Max had wanted to do.
Daniel had almost fainted when Max mentioned he had a fleshlight a week prior, even worse off when the kid conjured up this idea that he wanted to use it with Daniel.
Daniel could barely think, barely breathe, Max pouring a generous amount of lube on his cock. Daniel was already hard, of course— he’d been fighting off the urge to pop a boner all week, so it was a relief that he could finally let himself lust after Max with just him to witness it. Max had been awkward at first, jittery, giggly, permanently flushed red as he used the silicone toy on Daniel, using gentle flicks of his wrist. Daniel had to try hard not to collapse back against the bed, leaned back on his hands instead. Daniel’s brain kept conjuring up flashes of Max fucking this thing in his free time, putting all his strength into going as deep as he could, coming into the tight pocket of silicone so hard he sees stars. It shouldn’t have turned Daniel on so much, but he was so far gone for him at this point, Daniel wasn’t sure he could make excuses for himself anymore.
“How does it feel?” Max asked suddenly, still stroking Daniel. He would easily admit that he’d imagined this exact scenario a hundred different times, not ashamed of how much he wanted Daniel. “You’re so big, can’t believe you fit in there,” Max mused, using his free hand to trace the entrance, feeling how monstrously stretched it felt. It’s an obscene sight, Max staring at Daniel with those too-blue eyes and practically drooling over how Daniel’s cock looks, nestled into the sleeve, almost too big to fit.
Daniel let out a groan, much louder than the ones he’d made before. “Feels really good,” Daniel huffed and reached down to place a hand on Max’s thigh, smoothing his hand up to his tummy, feeling the hard line of muscle there, grateful to be able to touch him like this. “You feel better,” he teased, watching Max’s expression turn helpless, like he wants to sit himself in Daniel’s lap instead of using the toy. “Have you thought about this a lot, Maxie?” Daniel asked shakily.
Max nodded eagerly, pressing the fleshlight all the way down and leaving it there for a few moments, letting Daniel relish in the feeling. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about,” he admitted, accent thicker than usual.
“Is this how you do it on yourself?” Daniel breathed, biting his lip as he watched Max’s pace slow, the squelch of the fleshlight quiet between them.
“I do it faster,” Max murmured. “I imagine it’s you, sometimes,” he admitted, looking away from Daniel for a moment, wishing he could hide his embarrassment a little better.
“You make believe it’s me?” Daniel gasped, nearly losing it at the thought of Max being so into fucking him. “You’re gonna kill me, Max,” Daniel whined, resisting the urge to push his hips up into the soft silicone.
Max made sure not to stop his stroking, finally breaking eye contact with his movements to look up at Daniel. “Would you like that? Even if I’m younger?” Max asked timidly. He’d always assumed it was an age thing for Daniel, that the thought of having his much younger teammate fuck him was too far for him. If Max had it his way, he’d be plowing into Daniel most days.
“Fuck, Max,” Daniel groaned, letting his head loll back, his hand moving to rest on top of Max’s around the toy, still letting Max guide it. “You can do whatever you want to me, seriously,” he murmured, breaths getting choppier as he watched Max go faster. He felt a bit crazy with lust, like he never wanted to stop feeling like this, never wanted Max to stop being the innocent little teenager he was, spilling all his greatest desires to him.
Max recognized Daniel’s change of behavior, knowing he was getting closer by the second; it made Max move with a bit more intention. “I want to bend you over in my driver room, so I can fuck you on my couch,” Max blurted out, feeling like Daniel would appreciate a glimpse into his mind. “I think about doing it after every race, Danny.”
Daniel’s jaw was slack as Max spoke, gingerly digging his nails into Max’s wrist. He was speechless as he imagined himself, completely at Max’s mercy, getting fucked like a slut, right on the paddock. It’s not something he’d ever done before, never even thought of testing that boundary. Knowing that Max didn’t care and would rather let his post-race adrenaline take over, just to be able to have Daniel, was too much to handle all at once, and it sent him over the edge.
Daniel let out a moan that was fit for porn, eyes closing as he came inside the fleshlight, thighs shaking and hips trying to buck into the warmth of it. Max’s pace only slowed down a bit, milking the older man of his seed.
Max watched Daniel in awe, in love with how he looked when he came, even more obsessed with how well he’d reacted to the premise of getting fucked by him. “You like that idea,” Max said, more of a statement than a question. Before he pulled the toy off of him, Max leaned forward to kiss Daniel breathless, swallowing every oversensitive mewl Daniel made, pushing his tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth.
When Max did pull away, he was panting, feeling much too worked up to not do something about it. Max leaned back, reluctantly, so they had room between them again. Daniel still seemed to be gathering himself as Max pulled the toy off of him, careful not to spill any of his come. “What a waste,” he sighed, resting his weight on his free hand behind him. Max’s eyes were trained on the slit of the toy, currently dripping with Daniel’s come. He didn’t say a word as he tipped it upside down over his cock, letting a few drops fall down his length, his cock an angry red, clearly having been neglected for far too long.
Daniel hadn’t recovered yet, thrown for another loop as he watched Max lower the silicone sleeve to his tip, spreading his come around the opening even more. Daniel knew he’d never forget the sight of Max using his come to slide into the toy with ease, wanting it burned into the back of his eyelids. “Wow,” Daniel said dumbly, unable to articulate how insanely hot Max looked at the moment.
“Danny,” Max whined softly, wanting to put on a bit of a show for him as he used the toy on himself, knowing he wouldn’t last very long. “Show me how you want me to fuck you,” he instructed, as calmly as he could when he’d never taken the reigns before, not with Daniel.
Daniel’s hands moved before his brain could catch up, replacing Max’s hand on the toy like he told him to. He didn’t break eye contact with Max once, pumping faster, harder. “Like this,” he muttered, twisting his wrist for good measure. “Hard as you want, fast as you want, for as long as you want,” he purred, using his free hand to tangle into Max’s hair, pressing another passionate kiss to his mouth. “Anywhere you want,” Daniel tacked on, whispering it against his lips.
Max was never going to last, not as long as Daniel was there, being so impossibly perfect, saying all the right things and doing them even better. “Daniel,” he gasped one last time, kissing him as he came inside the fleshlight as well, mixing with Daniel’s come. He breathed harshly after pulling away, still feeling the aftershocks as Daniel pulled the toy off, setting it on the empty side of the bed.
Daniel practically tackled Max into another kiss, laying him back on the bed and using his weight to keep him pinned down. “Fuck me, please,” Daniel begged, his eyebrows furrowing as he pleaded, moving himself so he was straddling Max, desperate for him to be balls deep inside of him already.
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 6 - Coming in public
Pairing: Lando/Oscar
WC: 1064
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“Do it.”
Lando’s voice is a hushed whisper in Oscar’s ear.
Oscar knows he shouldn’t, really should not listen to Lando this time around.
Lando is insistent, staring at him expectantly.
Just a month ago, he would’ve never even thought of touching Lando in the way he was asking him to, especially not here, in McLaren’s hospitality.
They’re sitting beside each other in one of the few booths in the dining area, barely shielded by their table. Oscar looks around as inconspicuously as he can before his gaze lands on Lando again. Lando’s eyes are trained on his mouth, and he has to look away, or else he might scream or cry, or maybe both. He often gave in to what Lando wanted him to do without question, so his willingness wasn’t in question. It was the approach that scared him, the uncertainty of it all.
Oscar took another moment to gather his courage, one of his hands finding its way onto Lando’s upper thigh, gently squeezing. He feels Lando spread his legs, and it prompts him to move his hand to cup the bulge in his jeans, Lando’s cock feeling firm and full in his hand. “You’re already hard,” he whispers, fingers fiddling with the zipper, slightly relieved when he was able to open it without a struggle. “Were you thinking about me during free practice?” Oscar teased, making sure his tone was even. He knew that from afar, the conversation needed to at least seem normal.
“Yeah, I was,” Lando sighs and schools the look on his face, instinctually wanting to scrunch his features in pleasure. He’d just had Oscar the night before, yet he still felt so worked up over him, his hard cock proof enough of his infatuation. “Turns me on when you do well,” Lando laughs again, holding his breath as Oscar slipped him out of his boxers, the cold air hitting him and making goosebumps rise on his skin.
Oscar wants to giggle, express his giddiness at how silly Lando sounded, how much he loved him for it, but he refrained. His fingers wrapped around him gingerly, slow flicks of his wrist making precome collect at the tip of Lando’s cock. “How would you react if I won a race?” He smiled, still looking straight at Lando as he thumbed the slit, rubbing the sensitive area to get him worked up.
Lando doesn’t say anything for a minute. He’s going insane, briefly wondering what it would take to get Oscar to sit in his lap, grind down on his cock until he came against him. Oscar’s hands were magical, delicate and soft, deftly working him. “I think I’d come in my pants,” Lando jokes and does nothing to hide his gasp, looking away from Oscar’s intense stare.
Oscar’s eyes are back on his phone after Lando gasps, mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram feed. He’s trying to do everything in his power to not look like he was jerking Lando off, scooting a bit closer to him to make his movements less noticeable. It’s a lot to take in, how much Lando wants him sometimes, but Oscar feels just as obsessive about his teammate. “If I win, how will we celebrate?” Oscar asks lowly, still looking at his phone, feeling Lando’s hips push up into his hand.
Lando can’t think, can’t speak, so turned on he was certain he’d burst into flames. With Oscar’s fingers rubbing his slit, he can barely even stay still, calming his hips and pressing himself down into his seat, willing himself not to buck up into his grip. “Dinner. Champagne. You fucking me all night,” Lando bites his lip and tries to mimic Oscar, grabbing his phone in his shaky hand and failing to input his code on the first attempt.
Oscar looks at Lando amusedly, chances a glance down at his lap, mouth watering at the sight of Lando leaking all over his fist, probably just at the edge of his climax. “I like the sound of that,” Oscar hums. He looks back at Lando’s face, this time intent on watching his reactions. Oscar moves his hand faster, too, twisting his wrist just so.
Lando doesn’t dare look back at Oscar. He knows that as soon as he did, he’d make some stupid noise and blow their cover completely. Lando drops his phone back on the table and looks down as well, watching every movement of Oscar’s hand. “Oscar,” he says, barely above a whisper, desperation in his tone.
“Already close?” Oscar pouts playfully and slows down again, holding back the laugh he wants to let out when Lando’s eyes widen, obviously shocked that he’s being a bit of a tease. “Come for me,” he murmurs, relentlessly stroking him now, not letting up one bit. “I know you can’t help it, feels too good,” he says sweetly, laying it on thick for Lando.
Lando would usually disagree and say that he was perfectly capable of holding on, but it’s impossible to do so at the moment. He’d been pent up all morning, thinking about their previous night and anticipating spending time with Oscar after practice, craving him in every way. Lando does little to hide his reaction as he came all over Oscar’s fist, dripping over his fingers and down his length. Lando’s head tips back for a moment, quickly righting the action and trying not to shake at how sensitive he felt, having Oscar work every last drop out of him. He manages to stay quiet, but his breaths tell another story, choppy and heaving.
Oscar slows his movements down to a stop, gently squeezing his cock one last time before pulling his hand away. Luckily, they’d gotten napkins for the meal they’d just had, so it was easy to pass the mess off as such, crumpling up the napkins and throwing them onto their empty plates once he was finished. He shamelessly watches Lando push himself back into his jeans. “I’ll see you in a few,” Oscar says suddenly, standing up and grabbing both of their plates so he could bus them. “My room. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Lando wants to follow him right then and there, but he knows it’s for the best if he hangs back for a second, for the sake of their public image. It would do him good to take a moment to gather himself, anyway.
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Summer Of Cum Masterlist
By Sourstroll :]
(Will be updated as days are posted)
Day 1 - Coming Untouched; Daniel/George
Day 2 - Orgasm Denial; Yuki/Pierre
Day 3 - Free Use; Lewis/Mick
Day 4 - Come Inflation; Daniel/Charles
Day 5 - Facial; Lewis/Max
Day 6 - Coming in Public; Lando/Oscar
Day 7 - Come Swallowing; Daniel/Max
Day 8 - Multiple Orgasms; Daniel/Oscar
Day 9 - Premature Ejaculation; Carlos/Lando
Day 11 - Cinnamon Bun; Daniel/Charles
Day 12 - Coming Dry; Charles/Carlos
Day 13 - Moneyshot; Daniel/Oscar
Day 15 - Come as Lube; Daniel/Max
Day 16 - Snowballing; Daniel/Max/Oscar
Day 17 - Precome; George/Daniel
Day 21 - Pillow Humping; Lance/Fernando
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Day 9 - Premature ejaculation
Pairing: Carlos/Lando
WC: 1080
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Lando had always had a hard time believing people when they said they liked him.
When Carlos first admitted to him that he liked him as more than a friend, he had thought it was a joke, genuinely. Carlos took action immediately, though, proved to him instantly that it was true by kissing him and not pulling away until Lando reciprocated.
Now, a few years on and a move to another team later, Lando still struggled to believe it sometimes. Carlos had never let up, never stopped professing his love or touching him wherever he could while cameras were watching.
It felt too good to be true, having Carlos in his lap while they made out, hot and sweaty and too drunk to be making good decisions.
Carlos had been glued to his side all night, whispering things in his ear that Lando couldn’t repeat, quite handsy as he got more and more intoxicated.
Technically, this was supposed to be a celebration for Max, the club full of other drivers and their girlfriends, as well as a few team principles. Lando had only shown up because Carlos insisted. Even after not being teammates for a couple of years, Lando still couldn’t get out of the habit of doing anything he asked him to do. They’d snuck into one of the private VIP rooms and hoped to God it wasn’t booked tonight.
“What about Charles, huh?” Lando asked between kisses, both to tease and as a serious question. He knew their relationship wasn’t completely innocent, and he didn’t want to upset Charles if it was more serious between them than they led on. “I’m not making out with his boyfriend, am I?” Lando chuckled, hands shamelessly going to unbutton Carlos’s shirt.
“No,” Carlos sighed and went to kiss Lando’s neck as he undressed him, unsteady and sloppy, wishing he could just have Lando inside of him already. “Well- Yes, but- it’s okay. Seriously,” Carlos insisted, pulling away when Lando started to tug his shirt off. “He knows about how we used to be. And that I like you too,” Carlos murmured, fingers shakily unbuttoning Lando’s shirt as well, smiling softly when he felt Lando’s hands on his hairy chest.
Lando is surprised to hear that Charles was apparently okay with this. He supposed it made sense, especially since Charles’s fling with Max was no secret to the rest of the grid, but it was still a bit jarring that they were open, yet still together. “What if I fuck you so good you’ll want to come back to me?” Lando purred and kissed Carlos again, the Spaniard moaning into his mouth, obviously liking the way he was talking.
“I love him,” Carlos said and instinctively grinded his hips down against Lando, their clothed cocks rubbing together, making Carlos’s brain feel mushy. “I love you too,” he smirked, still rolling his hips against him as he kissed Lando once more.
Lando gasped as Carlos grinded into him, his hands landing on Carlos’s ass, helping him move back and forth. He was speechless at Carlos’s words, even though he’d heard him say it before. It still felt unreal to have someone so beautiful, so perfect, so talented, love him.
Lando doesn’t check to see if the door to the room is locked before he laid Carlos back on the bench they were sitting on, almost immediately going to unbutton his pants. “Fucker,” he huffed out, hurriedly tugging Carlos’s pants and boxers off. “Every time I think I’m over you, you say some shit like that,” he murmured, going to start a tirade of kisses all over his chest, all while his hand wrapped around Carlos’s heavy cock, hard and leaking in his fist, wanting Lando’s touch badly.
Carlos could do nothing but lay there and take it, listening to Lando express his woes about their strange relationship. “Stop it,” he whined, a reaction to Lando stroking him slowly, his legs wrapping around Lando to pull him closer. “Don’t get over me, please,” he begged, head tipping back as Lando’s lips started a trail down his tummy, nipping his hip bones playfully.
“I won’t,” Lando assured, tongue darting out to lick a fat stripe up the length of Carlos’s cock, humming as his lips wrapped around the head.
Carlos’s eyes widened at how electric Lando’s tongue felt, much too worked up to react normally. He hadn’t been touched by Lando in a good while, and being drunk just made everything feel fuzzy and warm at the edges. “Lando,” he groaned, tangling a hand into his hair when Lando started bobbing his head, sucking his length down with ease.
Before Carlos could even process what was happening, he could feel his body tighten up and release without warning, his cock twitching as he came in Lando’s mouth. Carlos let out a pitiful moan, feeling both embarrassed and greedy about it, about how much he loved Lando. He’d never done this before, never finished himself off before they even started. It was a lot to handle, both his feelings and his desire for Lando, but he’d never thought it would make him come so fast.
Lando pulled off in surprise, watching the rest of Carlos’s come spurt out and drip down his fist, spitting out the rest over the head, stroking him through it despite his shock. That was definitely new. If anything, it was usually Lando who struggled to last very long when he was turned on. It felt good to know that he made Carlos this way, so sensitive that he couldn’t even last a minute. “Oh, you poor thing,” Lando chuckled sweetly and let go of his cock, giving Carlos a break before they continued.
Carlos struggled to catch his breath, still processing what he’d just done. Sure, Charles had pulled orgasms out of him pretty quickly before, but never like this. “I don’t- I didn’t mean to-“ he tried to explain between big breaths, only relaxing when he felt Lando’s lips kiss him on the cheek, then his lips, sweet and simple.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Lando murmured. “I’m sexy, I know it’s hard to contain yourself,” he joked, laughing when Carlos shoved gently at his shoulder. “I love you too,” he said, punctuating his joke with something that would soothe the older man’s embarrassment.
Carlos’s hands went to cover his face, still processing what had just occurred. “I know,” he murmured, muffled by his hands. “I love you too much,” he decided.
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 4 - Come Inflation
Pairing: Daniel/Charles
WC: 914
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Charles shifts in his seat, clearing his throat for no reason in particular, trying his best not to show the mixture of arousal and nervousness on his face. It's only a day until he and Carlos are set to race in Australia, so they’re at Albert Park, sitting in on some meeting that he didn’t think he really needed to be there for. He listens vaguely and scribbles whatever random words he hears just to make it seem like he cares. Charles crosses one leg over the other and has to stop writing. The plug inside of him shifts too, pressing into his prostate, his eyes closing to try and gather himself.
Carlos catches him first, gives him a strange look when he sees the weird chicken scratch on his Ferrari-branded notepad. He’d noticed Charles was slightly off his game today, his mind somewhere else.
“You good?” Carlos leans in and whispers into Charles’s ear, raising a brow at him.
Charles startles at the voice in his ear and looks at Carlos like he’s the weird one, nodding his head and forcing a tight smile onto his face.
“I’m great, mate,” Charles insists, looking back down at his notepad so he could hide the embarrassed blush on his cheeks, wishing Carlos would just drop it.
Carlos decides it probably isn’t worth getting into right now and squints at Charles, letting out an unsatisfied hum before looking back at the man presenting.
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Charles's breaths were harsh, forcing out hot puffs of air as Daniel pistoned into him. They’re too loud, wet, slapping sounds coming from their stall in the cramped bathroom, Daniel’s breathing just as ragged. They’re in some random bathroom in the paddock, one that had seemed dead and empty before they called it their home base for the day.
Daniel needs this to be dirty and fast, before anyone else decides to join them and ruin their fun. He’d waited several months for his and Charles’s schedules to finally converge, and he was going to take full advantage of the fact. Daniel knew it wouldn’t have been hard to just follow Charles around the world as he raced, but they had to be careful about it. It wouldn’t make sense for Daniel to be at every race if his contract didn’t say so, so he played it cool, played the waiting game.
“You’re so wet,” Daniel grunts and reaches up to grab a fistful of Charles’s hair, pulling a pitiful sob out of him. “You fucking love being filled up with my come, huh?” Daniel growled into his ear, already close to his end. It was an incredible feeling, fucking his own come back into Charles, feeling velvety and slick around his cock.
Charles can’t find the words to respond, not when his body feels like it’s made of red-hot lava, not when he’s tensing and squeezing tightly around Daniel, shooting his load all over the floor and toilet below them. Charles doesn’t say anything, just whines and tries not to pass out from the euphoria he feels.
Daniel is content with the way he made Charles, ruined him completely for anyone else, reduced him to nothing but a hole to hold all of his come. “You’re unbelievable,” he chuckled softly. He comes in a few more strokes of his hips, adding to the two loads already inside of Charles from this morning. Daniel plans to do this a couple more times before the day ends, just to be able to see Charles swollen with his seed.
Daniel pulls out nice and easy, slowly so he could catch anything that dripped out with the plug he pushes back into him, fit with a pretty, pink jewel on the end. “I’ll see you tonight, beautiful,” he purrs, still pressed close behind as he helped Charles pull his pants back up, buttoning them and zipping them up from behind.
“Be good for me.”
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Charles is laid back on the plush seats of his hotel bed, completely naked. His legs are spread, knees bent, hands clasped obediently above his head. He’s looking up at him with teary, glittering eyes, silently pleading for Daniel to touch him. Between his legs, the plug sparkles in the low light of the room.
Daniel is knelt on the bed in front of him, also naked, just staring, taking in Charles’s perfect body. He’s all freckles and soft skin, his belly unusually round where there was supposed to be abs, full of Daniel’s come. “I wish I could actually get you pregnant,” Daniel sighed dreamily and scooted forward, one hand gliding down Charles’s inner thigh and the other going to grip his hard cock, looking small in his large hand.
Charles doesn’t know how to admit that the thought of Daniel impregnating him made his head spin and his cock ache, trying to stay still as Daniel touched him. “Me too,” he smiled softly, looking down at his belly, bringing a hand down to rest on the bulge and gently pressing his fingers into his flesh. “You would fuck me until I’m about to pop, pervert,” he teases, welcoming the weight of Daniel’s body as he leaned down to kiss him.
Daniel laughs at that, nibbling Charles’s bottom lip. “Think you can handle one more load?” Daniel asks lowly, lips just centimeters from Charles’s face.
Charles doesn’t even have to think about it, just nods frantically and bites back a yelp when he feels Daniel start kissing trails down his neck.
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Day 2 - Orgasm Denial
Pairing: Yuki/Pierre
WC: 542
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Yuki can’t believe the position he’s in.
It’s crazy, really, how long two people could go without seeing each other, but still pick back up right where they left off.
That’s how it was with him and Pierre. Even after Pierre left, after the tears and the pain of having to be without him, Yuki still felt like nothing had changed. Not one feeling, or smile, or touch. Everything was just as it was when they first got together.
That’s why he was practically worshipping Pierre’s cock as he bobbed his head up and down on it, staring up at him with watery, glassy eyes, lips stretched wide around the girth.
Yuki was usually really good at this, anyway, his gag reflex almost nonexistent. Still, he made sure to fondle Pierre’s balls, flatten his tongue to fit even more, pushed the tip into his slit to get Pierre to make those sweet little noises he does. It feels so good when Pierre forgets his strength and pushes his hips forward a little too harshly, or tugs his hair too hard. It just makes Yuki want him more, just to get the privilege to see him like this.
Yuki feels warm all over, still in his race suit. Pierre, with his suit pushed down his thighs and his fireproofs still on, looked even worse off, flushed and sweaty and ready to come down Yuki’s throat.
Yuki pulls off slowly, breathing heavily as he continued to stroke him in his small fist, barely able to close around the whole thing. “I should punish you for making me wait so long,” Yuki says, voice wrecked already.
“Don’t be like that, Yuki,” Pierre smiled lazily, leaned back against the closet in his driver room, gently carding his fingers through Yuki’s hair. “You were just begging me for my load yesterday. Do you change your mind?” Pierre teased, putting his hand over Yuki’s and stroking along with him, guiding the head back to smear precome across Yuki’s plump lips.
Yuki instinctively parts his lips to lick it all up, kissing the head and pulling away once more, eyeing Pierre curiously, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“I do,” Yuki smirks, like he knows something Pierre doesn’t, like he’s a madman with a plan that just may be too crazy to work. While he talks, he starts pushing Pierre’s cock back into his pants, shoving the hard length comfortably back in place and zipping them up again.
The look of horror on Pierre’s face is priceless; he looks as if Yuki had just committed a murder right in front of him. “What are you-“
“I’m punishing you,” Yuki says, like it’s obvious. “Now, you won’t wait so long to come see me next time, will you?” Yuki hummed and pushed himself up from the ground, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Pierre deeply, all while he gave one last squeeze to the aching length in Pierre’s pants.
Pierre kisses him back passionately, not knowing how else to show Yuki how much he wanted him. “Merde,” Pierre huffs out against his mouth. “I’ll get you next time,” he warned playfully.
“Can’t wait,” Yuki giggled and pulled away, already out of Pierre’s room before he could say anything else.
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 16 - Snowballing
Pairing: Daniel/Max/Oscar
WC: 912
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“Can I kiss him?”
The question came out hoarse, gravely, expected after he’d just had Daniel’s cock down his throat. The question is for Daniel, though Oscar is staring at Max when he asks it.
It’s kind of unbelievable actually, the fact that he and Max are on their knees in front of Daniel, barely having said a word to each other before this. When Daniel first pitched the idea to him, he had thought it was another silly fantasy of his, something that would only live in their minds. It took Max reaching out to him personally for Oscar to realize it wasn’t a joke. Once he’d gotten over the shock of Max Verstappen texting him about a threesome, Oscar agreed to it quite quickly.
It was silently understood between them, Oscar supposed, that he and Max both messed around with Daniel, but that was it. There was no need to interact otherwise. Oscar liked it better that way, only because he wasn’t sure he could work up the courage to really talk to him. He’d spent years looking up to both Daniel and Max, it was already a miracle that Daniel had given him a chance, he hadn’t thought it was worth it to try his luck with Max too.
Oscar felt much differently now, especially after having Max watch him blow Daniel, after Daniel insisted he show off how good he was at it. The boundary he thought was necessary had crumbled in seconds, destroyed by the feeling of Max’s fingers curling in his hair and pushing him down further, whispering in his ear about how good he looked with his mouth full, his other hand tracing Oscar’s throat so he could feel the bulge of Daniel’s cock.
Daniel was still breathless, a devious smile forming on his face, as if he knew Oscar would ask. “You can do more than that, baby,” he coaxed softly.
Max made the first move, impatient, leaning in and pressing their lips together wetly, sliding his tongue against Oscar’s. This whole thing had been Max’s idea, to invite Oscar to join him and Daniel. Daniel had been practically preaching to him about how good Oscar was, about his endless stamina and the way he begged to be fucked. Max didn’t often like involving himself in Daniel’s other prospects, but he’d been made curious by everything Daniel had told him.
Oscar mewled against Max’s mouth, his hands holding both sides of his face, spit dripping down his chin from the intensity of it. It wasn’t like anything he’d experienced before, Max kissing him like his life depended on it, hot and wet and passionate. Oscar didn’t pull away until Max did, staring at him with wide eyes, silently asking for more.
“I get why Daniel never shuts up about you,” Max hummed, licking his plump, red lips to punctuate the sentence. Max’s hand found its way onto Daniel’s thigh, pulling him closer. Daniel’s cock occupied the space between Oscar and Max, still slick with spit and achingly hard.
Max leaned forward to kiss the shaft, his tongue darting out to lick up the length. “Kiss me again,” he whispered against Daniel’s cock.
Oscar understood what Max wanted him to do, leaning close too, lapping at Daniel’s dick. Oscar could feel Max’s tongue and lips brush against his, the two of them making messy work of getting Daniel off, mouthing at his cock.
Daniel could barely look down at them without wanting to come immediately, gripping both Oscar’s and Max’s hair with his hands, pressing them closer, encouraging them on. It was incredible, his two favorite boys on their knees for him, so desperate to please him. He could get used to having both of them at the same time. “Just like that,” he sighed, watching as Max bobbed his head around half the length, Oscar taking care to suck and lick at the rest of him, both looking up at him with wet, glistening eyes.
Oscar switched off with Max a few moments later, swirling his tongue around the head. Oscar didn’t take him down, though, in favor of pulling Max in by his chin, making it so both of them were lapping at his head, a tangle of tongues and a slurry of soft, sweet noises, wanting to make it hard for Daniel to last.
It worked, of course, Daniel didn’t need much encouragement. Max stroked him fast while both he and Oscar waited with their mouths open, tongues sticking out to catch the load Daniel would be giving them, staring up at him intently.
Daniel’s grip on their hair tightened, letting out a strained moan as he came, watching as his come shot into both of their mouths. Daniel was kicking himself for not filming the sight in front of him, but he was sure he would get the two of them like this again. “Don’t be greedy, Max,” he said lowly, noticing the Dutchman had gotten most of his load in the end.
Max didn’t have to be told twice, surging forward to kiss Oscar again before either of them could swallow, letting the younger boy taste Daniel on his tongue. He could feel Oscar’s hands grabbing at him, sliding up his rib cage and making him shiver, pulling him in closer, bare chests pressed together. Max had to pull back, feeling lightheaded with the lack of oxygen and his overwhelming need for Oscar. “Hard not to be,” Max quipped back.
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#this is the maxiel + 1 I was talking about hahahaha#idk how to tag this but#enjoy#summerofcum2023#sourwrites#Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen/Oscar Piastri#33381#maxiel#riccastri#maxielscar?#I’m not even going to attempt to name this crack ship
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 5 - Facial
Pairing: Lewis/Max
WC: 1817
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Max rarely gets surprised.
He’d spent a good chunk of his life constantly preparing for the worst; his ability to stay cool in unsavory situations was second nature.
It’s Lewis leaning over and kissing him that exceeds all his expectations for his night.
Max wasn’t even sure where it came from, delicate, well-manicured hands reaching up to cup his face and kiss him slowly, moving with him as he settled into the kiss.
Max had invited a few drivers over after his home race, wanting to have a lowkey celebration for his win. The group consisted of Charles, Carlos, Lando, George, and Alex, the usual suspects when it came to Max’s celebrations. George had told him very last minute that Lewis was joining too. It’s not that Max minded, but it made him a bit nervous, considering their history. Max had never made a habit of seeing Lewis outside of races, but he would never say no. He made another space at the table and set out another set of silverware, no big deal.
The group had dwindled throughout the night, until it was just him and Lewis sat across from each other on the couch. Where Max expected awkwardness and resentment, Lewis surprised him by being funny and easy-going, equally as intoxicated as the Dutchman. Max tried to listen more than talk, knowing if he tried to go as in-depth as he usually did, it’d be an unintelligible slurry of words. He was content to listen to Lewis talk about particular laps of their race, or about how shitty his car felt at times, even about Roscoe, who he regretted not bringing with him this time around. Max, of course, indulged him with his own thoughts on it, as best as he could with a belly full of beer.
Max couldn’t even remember what he’d been talking about at that moment, something about his proclivity for understeering, but he’d seen something shift on Lewis’s face while he spoke, his features softening and his smile widening, distracting Max from noticing Lewis moving closer.
Max kissed him back without complaint, welcoming the feeling of warm, plump lips against his own after getting over the initial shock. Max could feel himself get flustered, could feel the blood rising on his skin and making him pink all over. It prompted him to let Lewis take the lead, especially since he hadn’t kissed anyone in a little while.
When Lewis pulls away, his eyes stay closed for a second, just to savor it. “You’re cute when you ramble like that,” Lewis says after a moment, hands still holding Max’s face as he waited for his response.
Max flounders, makes an abysmal attempt at saying anything, nothing coming out from his parted lips.
Lewis giggles like they’re each other’s high school crushes, as if this was funny at all.
Lewis is kissing him again before Max figures out what to say, this time deepening the kiss and moving his hands to Max’s shoulders, that way he had something to hold onto as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. Max gave in to him easily, their tongues gliding against each other wet and slow. Lewis could already feel himself getting excited, his dick pressing against the zipper of his pants, just from a messy, drunken kiss. In all honesty, kissing Max had been on his mind a lot lately, for no other reason than to see if Max would go for it, too. Lewis was slightly tired of the narrative between them that painted them as mortal enemies. In a way, they certainly were, but Lewis was a pacifist. If he could make peace with Max, he would jump at the opportunity.
It’s Max’s turn to surprise Lewis, moving to climb into his lap, locking him in place with his thighs on either side of him. Max takes fistfuls of Lewis’s shirt in his hands and deepens the kiss even more, his movements urgent. Max wanted more, though he couldn’t find the words to express that.
They move with intent, wordlessly, hands pushing under shirts and hips grinding together. Max feels dizzy as he moves again, lips parting from Lewis’s and kissing a trail down his neck. It only takes him a moment to decide to take it a step farther, crawling down his body and dropping to his knees between Lewis’s legs, Lewis scooting himself all the way to the edge of the couch. This wasn’t really his thing, hooking up with other drivers, but he was much too drunk to not take up the opportunity when Lewis seemed to want him, too.
“Shouldn’t it be me on my knees for you, darling?” Lewis says, voice sweet and soft, lips wet with spit. One of his hands is already carding through Max’s hair, gently tugging on the dirty blonde tresses.
A smile spreads across Max’s face, crooked but charming, pushing his head up into Lewis’s hand. He shakes his head at the older man’s question. “Next time,” Max purrs and brings his hands up to fiddle with the zipper of Lewis’s jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers after he lifted his hips for him. “Consider it consolation,” he joked, eyes landing on his cock as Lewis laughed.
Lewis was by far the biggest Max had seen in person, picturesque, almost, perfectly veiny and pierced. Max had always thought that was a rumor, the extra metal Lewis carried around with him, but he was surprised once more to see the frenum piercing right there, adorning the already beautiful appendage.
Max gripped the base and stuck his tongue out to lap at the head, the tip of his tongue tracing the slit, then the piercing, before he mouthed at the length of his dick. He hummed against him, eyes closed as he enjoyed the taste and feel of hot flesh against his tongue. “Don’t think I can fit it all,” Max pouts, looking up at Lewis as he continued to lick him, wrapping his lips around the head as he sucked.
Lewis leans back against the couch and tightens his hand in Max’s hair, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he watched him work. “Try. I bet you can,” Lewis coaxed softly, rubbing Max’s temple with his thumb to encourage him.
Max chuckles, simply from his nerves, kissing the tip one last time before he was sucking him down, bobbing his head steadily. Max flattens his tongue to fit more and he feels Lewis’s hand tug at his hair, notices his hips twitch a bit. Max wants to pull more of those reactions out of him, just to see if he could pick him apart.
Lewis’s brain feels hazy and heavy, the pleasure mixing with the alcohol and making his whole body buzz. It was an incredible sight to have Max taking him like a champ, taking him to the back of his throat without as much as a gag. “You were just being cute, weren’t you?” Lewis teased, moving his hand to spread across the crown of Max’s head, pushing him farther down, testing his limits. “Something tells me you can take more than that,” he sighed.
Max hums around him and moves his hand from where he was stroking Lewis, following Lewis’s movements when he pushed him down, never breaking eye contact. Max got most of him down, tears welling in his eyes as he reached the base, breathing through his nose as best as he could.
Lewis’s brows knitted themselves together as he watched, moaning softly at the way Max took him without a struggle. “Shit, Max, look at you,” Lewis grunts and spreads his knees wider. “Knew you could do it,” Lewis chuckles breathily, letting his head lull back against the couch. He could feel Max’s throat working around him, trying his best not to gag.
Max pulls off with a soft gasp, a string of saliva connecting him to Lewis’s cock. He strokes him in the absence of his mouth, sucking in another breath. “Too big,” he insists, staring intently at the other man’s dick in his hand, watching the way his hand glided up and down on him. Max’s voice sounded more gravely than usual, wrecked from the brief attempt at deepthroating Lewis. “That’s a good thing,” Max tacked on and smirked, going back to licking along the underside, even paying special attention to Lewis’s balls, intoxicated by the musky, clean smell of him.
Lewis lets out an airy laugh and looks back down at Max, momentarily speechless with everything combined— Max’s lips plump and red, his hand feeling soft and strong at the same time, the fact that he can in fact take all of him. Lewis usually wasn’t so bashful when it came to his own pleasure, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed at how fast he felt himself getting to the edge. “Can I come on your face?” He asks, wanting nothing more than to paint Max’s face white, leave his mark on him.
Max is surprised, once more at the request, nodding silently and getting his mouth back on Lewis, swirling his tongue around the head while he stroked the rest of him. “Make a mess,” Max encouraged softly, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, stroking even faster, waiting eagerly for Lewis’s load.
Max’s words of encouragement made Lewis want to shove him back down on his cock. He wanted to push him until his nose touched the neat patch of hair at the base, until he was choking on his come, but Lewis likes the idea of coming all over his face better. It doesn’t take much more for Lewis to get there, Max’s eagerness and his touches making it easy for him to come with a groan, spurting thick ropes of come all over Max’s face.
Max closed his eyes just in time, feeling Lewis’s come land on his cheeks, some on his tongue, the rest of it dripping through his eyelashes, down to his lips. Max opened his eyes when Lewis was done, witnessing him writhing underneath him with the oversensitivity. Max licked over the head one last time to collect any stray drops, letting Lewis’s cock fall out of his hand and watching it land with a wet smack on his stomach.
Lewis is barely able to catch his breath, too enthralled with the sight of Max’s face ruined with his come. “God, you’re beautiful,” he sighs, reaching down to wipe the come that was near Max’s eye with his thumb. He didn’t hesitate to push his thumb against Max’s lips, who opened his mouth obediently to suck the come off of it.
Max hummed around Lewis’s thumb before he pulled off, resting his chin on Lewis’s knee. “Only when I’m covered in your come?” Max chortles, voice raspy and spent.
“You’re always beautiful,” Lewis corrects.
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 7 - Come swallowing
Pairing: Daniel/Max
WC: 698
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For Daniel, doing anything Max asked of him was easy. He welcomed it, even, being able to make Max happy.
Daniel wants and desires and aches for Max, a need so deep in his bones he hardly knows how to put it into words.
That’s why he does these things for Max, follows through with all the strange little experiments and kinks Max wants to try.
Daniel is on his knees in front of Max, who’s sitting on the edge of their bed. Max is leaning back on one hand and using the other to stroke himself fast, the lube making his hand make this squelching noise that makes Daniel’s skin prickle pleasantly. Daniel is staring up at him, admiring the way Max looks with his eyes scrunched closed and his lips slightly parted, on the edge of something magical.
Max had asked him if Daniel could just sit there, naked, look pretty, he’d said, not like you have to try. He hadn’t really explained why he didn’t want Daniel to touch him, why he wanted Daniel just out of reach, but the Aussie would never complain. However Max’s beautiful brain worked was a mystery to him.
Max finally opens his eyes and he locks his gaze with Daniel’s, letting out a strained noise, high in his throat, needy.
“This is torture,” Daniel says playfully, eyes back on Max’s cock. He looks like he’s close, shoulders tense and fingers curling into their bedsheets. “My mouth would feel a hundred times better, you know,” Daniel murmurs, wondering if he should just lean forward and do just that, finish Max off with a few bobs of his head.
“I know,” Max whines and moves his hand faster, his breaths coming out harsh and shallow. “Feeling desperate-“ Max gasps and slows down a bit, sliding his hand in long strokes that reached from the tip to the base. “I like that, waiting till the very last moment, makes it feel even better when you touch me,” he insists.
“I see,” Daniel hums, scooting closer anyway, still not touching Max in any way. He feels like he’s inches from Max’s cock now, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “You’re really just turned on by the sight of me?” He continues his teasing, noticing how Max seems to tremble at his words, at the implication that he doesn’t need to be touched by Daniel one bit, just needs his heady gaze and his playful words to get him to come.
“Open your mouth,” Max groans, ignoring Daniel even though what he was saying was practically fact, too occupied with his need to come.
Daniel does as he’s told and leans in close, sticking his tongue out and still not daring to touch him. Max is beautiful when he comes, shaking with delight and whimpering as it hits him, barely able to keep his eyes open to see Daniel take his load.
Daniel can feel his come pool in his mouth, dripping down his chin a bit, making him look obscene. He waits till Max is finished and bats his eyelashes up at him, tipping his head back a bit to show off what he’d just left in his mouth. He swallows it all, licking his lips slowly afterward.
Max tries his best not to collapse back on the bed, witnessing the sinful sight before him. His eyes tracked the movement of Daniel’s tongue before he reached down to finally touch him, tangling a hand in his curls and pulling him up. “C’mere,” he huffed out, Daniel obediently climbing into his lap. Without loosening his grip, Max licked a stripe over Daniel’s chin to get the last of his come off and kissed him deeply, making Daniel taste his come on his tongue again.
Daniel can’t help the moan he lets out against Max’s mouth at the taste of him, so turned on by how shameless Max was. “You like that?” Daniel breathed, smiling against his mouth, his own hands greedy to feel Max’s flushed skin on them, cupping his face. “You like it when I swallow your load?” He purrs, only receiving an eager nod, diving into another passionate kiss.
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#super late I know#I’m gonna grind out as much of 8 and 9 as I can tonight!!#summerofcum2023#sourwrites#Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo#333#f1 smut#maxiel
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 8 - Multiple orgasms
Pairing: Daniel/Oscar
WC: 849
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Daniel hated Oscar.
It was complicated, truly, because Daniel doesn’t consider himself hateful, or mean, or malicious. He knew Oscar was, at most, an innocent bystander, but sometimes, it felt nice to have a scapegoat to pin all of his shortcomings on.
Hated, is the keyword, past tense. Daniel hated Oscar, but now, it was much different.
Daniel sometimes thinks about it as his hands coast along expanses of pale, freckled skin, touching soft curves that’ll turn into muscle with enough training. He thinks about it when chocolate brown eyes stare up at him from between his legs, with wet lashes and tear-stained cheeks.
Daniel is thinking about it as Oscar’s hips move in figure eights, grinding himself down onto his cock. Oscar is leaning back on his hands, planted behind him on Daniel’s thighs, using them as leverage. Daniel shouldn’t even be at this hotel, where the rest of the McLaren team were in the surrounding rooms, probably listening to Oscar’s sharp moans and his own groans of pleasure.
Daniel’s hands are gripping bruisingly at Oscar’s waist, helping him move up and down. Oscar is always shameless and doesn’t care about whether he’s too loud or if someone could see, something he’d learned quickly and had to come to terms with.
“Ah- Fuck,” Oscar whimpered, his cock slapping uselessly against his stomach, already straining as his first orgasm hit. He hadn’t even been riding Daniel for that long, but it was just that good. Oscar is coming all over himself, some dripping down his length and the rest getting on his tummy or on Daniel’s.
What Oscar most loved about Daniel was his willingness to be used, how he could lay there and let Oscar fuck himself silly on his cock for as long as he wanted. Daniel was perfect in that regard, in every regard, really.
“Good boy,” Daniel hummed contentedly, eyes trained on Oscar’s cock, which was somehow still hard. The kid had stamina like no one’s business, so his ability to give himself multiple orgasms was barely a surprise, definitely a welcome aspect of his sex drive.
Oscar felt his whole body set ablaze when Daniel spoke, cheeks red and skin covered in a layer of sweat, making his hair stick to his forehead. “Don’t stop,” he begged, not letting up on his own movements despite his oversensitivity feeling quite intense.
Daniel didn’t, he would never, not when Oscar’s begging sounded like music to his ears. Daniel doubled down and pushed up into him as Oscar slammed himself down, nails digging crescent-moon shapes into the younger man’s skin.
Oscar came again a few moments later, weaker this time, come dribbling pathetically down the length of his dick. “Daniel,” he moaned, mouth hanging open in pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he babbled. Oscar felt like he was going insane, driven mad by the man underneath him.
As much as Daniel loved watching Oscar make himself come over and over like this, he can’t take his own desire and lust anymore, sitting up and going to lay Oscar on his back. In the new position, he still had his hands on his waist, though it was much easier to fuck into him harshly, hips snapping back and forth, making the slapping sounds between them even louder. “Fucking take it,” he groaned, nearly drawing blood from his bottom lip as he sunk his teeth into it.
Oscar barely registered that he was now on his back, his brain full of Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, every synapse firing on all cylinders. At this new angle, Daniel felt like he was deeper than before. That, combined with him telling him to take it, made Oscar tremble in delight, so far gone for Daniel that he’d do absolutely anything for him, no question.
Daniel didn’t stop until he felt Oscar squeeze around him a third time, the rookie coming dry, nothing left in him as his final orgasm wracked through him. It pushed Daniel over the edge, too, still fucking into him as he came, making it spill out of him in globs.
Oscar was reduced to sweet whines and heaving gasps for air, not able to form words after coming three times in a row. The feeling of Daniel’s come inside of him was indescribably good, such a perfect reminder of who Oscar’s body belonged to. Oscar lay limp against the bed, Daniel putting all of his weight on top of him as he also tried to gather himself. His arms went to wrap around his neck, keeping them pressed together. Oscar only gave him a few moments of rest, before he was grabbing Daniel’s face to kiss him, welcoming the feeling of scruff against his own baby-smooth face. He keened against his mouth, Daniel’s tongue hot against his own.
“You’re insatiable,” Daniel teased, catching Oscar’s lips in another kiss, not pulling away until Oscar did first, continuing to kiss along his jaw and neck when he did.
“Just for you,” Oscar breathed and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Daniel’s lips sucking marks into his skin. “Only for you.”
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#the Oscar/Daniel brain rot is so fucking real#why do I love this dynamic so much ugh#summerofcum2023#sourwrites#Daniel Ricciardo/Oscar Piastri#381#f1 smut#Riccastri#Danscar
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 1 - Coming Untouched
Pairing: Daniel/George
WC: 2205
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George makes a face at himself as he stands in his bathroom, watching himself in the mirror. He’s damp, water droplets all over his torso and fringe smoothed down over his forehead, eyelashes even more prominent than usual. His mind races as his eyes smooth across the lines of muscle accentuated by the wetness, the smoothness of his chest that he wishes was bulkier. Everything is wrong, he tells himself. Nothing’s ever good enough, never in place.
It was common for him to do this, just stare, just to pick himself apart. It was hard not to measure himself up against others, especially not in his line of work. If you weren’t comparing yourself, then you weren’t in it to win. George has hardened himself to the comparisons to other drivers. He liked seeing the numbers, the lap times and the minuscule improvements that won races. That made sense; of course he wanted to compare himself, if not to win everything he could.
George had only ever felt worthy when he was in his car. Nothing mattered when he flew around a track and wowed everyone around, even better when Lewis or Toto would clap him on the back and congratulate him in earnest, praising him for his performance. It’s embarrassing, actually, how worked up he feels when someone acknowledges his efforts, how good it feels.
He supposed that is why he and Daniel work so well.
It’s new, him and Daniel, whatever they were. It’s easy, too, no expectations or strings to get tangled in. Well, for now, George reminds himself, because he knows how he gets. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach when he thinks of him, a sense of longing. George catches himself thinking of fluffy curls and that pearly white grin more times than not.
Daniel is a giver. They’d had a lengthy talk about love languages once, how Daniel loves to give gifts and loves to praise, likes to make people feel good in any way he can. It took George by surprise at first, how sincere Daniel is, how often he feels the need to say something to make George’s heart flutter.
George hears the water turn off in the shower and he smiles softly, finally breaking eye contact with himself so he can look at Daniel as he steps out, dripping and pink from the hot water.
“How are you not freezing?” Daniel smiles and grabs a towel from the rack, ignoring his own need to dry off to instead wrap George in the large, fluffy towel, all while wrapping his arms around him as well. Daniel was the perfect height to rest his chin on George’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck and looking at him through the mirror.
George chuckles as he’s pulled into Daniel’s arms and wrapped in his warmth, the towel soft against his skin. He forgets everything he was thinking about before, all his woes and insecurities, his thoughts now filled with Daniel. He stares back, looking at Daniel adoringly and gently biting his lip when he kissed his neck. “You should push your flight,” George says softly, suddenly, watching Daniel’s expression in the mirror.
Daniel’s smile never leaves his face, raising a brow in question. “Why?” He asks simply, though he has a feeling he knows why George wants him to stay.
“Because,” George starts and gently pushes Daniel’s arms from his waist, dragging the towel off of him and throwing it near the hamper in the corner. George makes sure to bend himself over the sink counter slowly, pressing himself into the cold granite and looking back over his shoulder to see Daniel’s reaction. He arches his back a little, just so his ass sticks out a little more, inviting the older man in. George was still stretched from this morning, his entrance puffy and waiting to be filled once more. “You’ve got more important things to attend to.” George purred.
Daniel’s eyes trail all of the way from George’s face, down his back, settling on the curve of his ass. Daniel can’t help but put his hands on George’s hips, gently rubbing the skin there, admiring all that George had to offer. “I do,” he agreed without hesitation. “You make it so hard to leave,” he sighed, smoothing his hand up his spine.
George feels himself get goosebumps as Daniel speaks, his heart clenching at his words. “Imagine how I feel,” he giggled. “You could just take me with you. I’m sure there’s room on that jet of yours,” he teased, reaching behind him to grab Daniel’s wrist, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. George wrapped his lips around two of his fingers, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around them, gaze never leaving Daniel’s face. Once George was happy with the wetness, he pulled off with a pop, swiping his tongue across his cherry-red lips.
“I can’t,” Daniel huffed, barely able to form the words as he was entranced by the effortless way George moved, sucked, the way he knew exactly what to do. “Christian’s on this flight too,” he murmured and leaned forward, letting his lips work over George’s shoulder as he rubbed his slick fingers over his entrance, pressing into him gently.
George gave way to the intrusion with ease, mewling and pushing his hips back even more. “So?” He gasped, eyes closed so he could enjoy the wonderful feeling of Daniel fingering him while his lips sucked hickies onto the side of his neck. He knew he didn’t really need to be stretched, but it was habit, almost a necessity, to feel Daniel’s fingers inside of him. “I’ll be good, I promise,” he purred, making a noise when Daniel pulled his fingers out.
Daniel was thankful they were in the bathroom, because all he had to do was open the drawer beside George’s hip to grab their bottle of lube. “I know you will, you little charmer,” Daniel joked and poured some right over George’s entrance, admiring the way the muscle fluttered in reaction to the cold liquid. “You’re, like, the poster boy for perfect boyfriends,” Daniel laughed and poured some more over his dick, steadily stroking himself to spread it around.
George knew his whole body was probably beet red, his face buried in his arms as Daniel got him ready. That was too much at once, Daniel calling him perfect, and implying that he was the perfect boyfriend, at that. There was that feeling again, that warm rush of adrenaline that he only felt while staring at the stoplights before the start of a race, the feeling that always assured him of what he loved. “Boyfriend?” George squeaked, gripping the edge of the counter as Daniel slid into him in one, languid thrust, bottoming out in seconds. His knees shook just for a moment as he got his bearings, breathing harshly. “A-Am I your-“ George tried to ask, inclined to pause as Daniel’s hips drew back, before snapping forward, making his breaths come out ragged. “I’m your-“
“Shh,” Daniel hushed and leaned over him again, kissing George’s lips, finally, deep and wet, tongues sliding against each other as he fucked into George with long, firm thrusts. “You are my boyfriend,” Daniel clarified. His tone was even, calm, just barely playful. “My beautiful, tall, supermodel of a boyfriend,” Daniel said against his lips, pulling away so he could look at where they were connected, in love with the visual of himself sliding in and out of George, with the way George stretched to accommodate the girth.
George wanted to do nothing more than to deny everything Daniel said, to insist that he was far from perfect and undeserving of the comparison to a model, but it was hard when Daniel’s cock seemed to jab at his sweet spot just right; all of his brain function was being occupied by the overload of pleasure. The noises he was letting out were reflective of that, whiny moans and soft keens for more, for him to never stop, to keep going. He’d never felt like this before, so sure of how much he wanted Daniel and how much he wanted to be with him.
Daniel gripped George’s hips even tighter, forcing the lithe body beneath him back onto his cock as he thrusted forward. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “So fuckin’ tight for me,” Daniel continued, knowing George was particularly fond of his dirty talk. “If I asked you to sit on my cock while Christian has his back turned, would you?” Daniel asked lowly, voice gravely with lust. “Would you get on your knees and suck me off, let me come on your face while he’s not looking?”
George couldn’t help how pathetic he sounded as high-pitched noises escaped his mouth, so worked up that the coil in his belly already felt as tight as it could get, like he could burst into flames with the feeling of Daniel fucking into him like he was. “I would, I would,” he babbled and squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying with all his strength to hold off his orgasm, to no avail. “I don’t care what he thinks, just want you,” he pleaded, reaching back to hold onto one of Daniel’s wrists, needing something stable to hold onto. “Danny, I can’t- I’m gonna-“ he whined.
“I know you can hold it, sweetheart,” Daniel cooed, yet didn’t do anything to slow down his pace or ease up on the harshness of his thrusts, willing George to hold off. In reality, Daniel loved how sensitive George was and never minded how excited he could get, how fast he could make him come if he really tried.
George shook his head frantically and dug his nails into Daniel’s flesh, knowing it was already too late, that the pleasure enveloping him wouldn’t stop until he was milked dry. “Daniel!” He cried, pressing his forehead to the cool surface of the sink as his orgasm wracked through him in powerful waves, his cock spurting rope after rope of come onto the wooden cabinet doors in front of him, his body tensing and relaxing with every wave of pleasure.
Daniel didn’t stop, not even for a second. “Good boy,” he praised softly. “My perfect boy,” Daniel hummed, the noise of skin slapping against skin only growing in volume. “I feel that good, huh?” He asked, just to tease, only receiving pitiful mewls in return, as well as George’s teary, overstimulated expression, flushed and wet with his own sweat and tears.
George was far more than embarrassed, even mortified at the fact that he’d just come without even as much as acknowledging his own dick. He didn’t know how Daniel seemed to know the lay of his body like the back of his hand, how he knew exactly what to do to get him coming in mere moments. “Yes, yes, Jesus,” he breathed, shaking with his aftershocks. He hadn’t said it out loud yet, but Daniel was by far the best he’d ever had. George would be insane to ever take him for granted.
Daniel was close behind, making sure to pull out so he could come all up George’s back, painting him white with his seed. It was one of Daniel’s favorite things to witness, George all jelly-limbed and sated, covered in his come. He was convinced that if racing didn’t work out, he’d be the perfect pornstar. “You flatter me,” Daniel joked, breathing heavily against George’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist to press them together, not caring that he was worsening the mess between them. “That was so hot, Georgie,” he whispered. “Next time, I’m gonna make you do that over and over, got it?” Daniel promised, pressing one last kiss to his cheek before pulling away completely, going straight for the shower and turning it on again.
George was still bent over the sink counter, trying to catch his breath and process everything that Daniel had said. “I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend over dinner or something,” George said instead, gathering some of his strength to push himself up. “I didn’t think it’d be that easy,” he admitted, wincing as the ache in his backside caught up to him. It was the good kind of ache, one he’d relish in once Daniel was gone.
“George, you’re hopeless, you know that?” Daniel laughed sweetly and gently grabbed his arm, pulling him into his embrace and kissing him again. “You’re so smart, yet you can’t see how absolutely smitten I am with you,” Daniel smirked, leaning up to connect their lips, addicted to the taste of him.
George blushed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, rolling his eyes playfully before obliging to the kiss, always needing to be close. It resolved every one of George’s worries about him and Daniel, the ones where he thought he was rushing, that his feelings were too big, too soon. “I’m only book smart,” he reasoned, instead of getting too sappy, his smile widening as Daniel’s boisterous laugh rang through the bathroom.
“You’re perfect,” Daniel repeated his sentiment from earlier, pressing one last kiss to George’s forehead and tugging him back into the warm shower.
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From the Five Word Sentences prompt list :]
Tags: Maxiel, blood, descriptions of violence, pain kink, bar owner!Max
14. “No need to be gentle.”
Daniel’s doubled over, hands on his knees, blood gushing from his nose when he spits the sarcastic remark. He can taste his own blood, can see it seeping into the dirt below them. He doesn’t have to look down at himself to know he’s probably covered in it, too.
Max is shaking his hand vigorously, not having expected the punch to hurt him more than it hurt Daniel.
“Shut up,” Max groaned, already seeing the way his knuckles were bruising, smeared with Daniel’s blood and shaking with adrenaline. He’d never punched anyone before, but Daniel brought it out of him, this fiery temper that couldn’t be roused by anyone else.
Max took a step towards Daniel with purpose, grabbing his jaw firmly and forcing him to stand back up, making him look at him. “The next time I see you talking to that prick, it will be worse, do you understand?” Max barked.
Daniel gave Max a bloody smile in return, cheeks squished between his nimble fingers. Max’s accent is thicker when he’s angry, something Daniel can’t help but love even as Max threatens to hurt him again. I deserved it, Daniel thinks fleetingly, because he does. He’d been chatting up that prick all night, shamelessly, right in front of Max. Daniel wants to say he doesn’t know why he does it, why he flirts like he’s single, why he makes sure Max can see it all unfold before him, but he does know why. It’s moments like these where he feels Max at his strongest, at his most devoted to him, cursing him yet giving him another chance, just because he loved him.
Daniel nodded, eyes half-lidded and dark as they gazed back at Max. “You know I like it when it hurts, Maxie,” Daniel teased, gasping when Max let go of his face to instead push at his chest, forcing his back to slam against the brick wall behind them. It’s darker in this alley than he’d like, but it’s the only quiet place to air their grievances when the bar was especially packed tonight. Max looks scarier than usual in the dimness of the night, shadows casted on his face just so to make him look especially insane.
Max grabbed a fistful of Daniel’s shirt, looking crazed for a second, like he might just punch Daniel again. He surged forward instead, lips hitting Daniel’s in a searing kiss. He kissed Daniel hungrily, not minding the slippery feeling of blood against his lips, or the taste of it as Daniel reciprocated, welcoming it all as he shoved his tongue down his throat.
They’re both breathless when they pull away, now both equally messy.
“I will see you at home,” Max said lowly, wiping his face on the brown leather of his jacket and digging through his pocket, fishing his keys out of it and putting them in Daniel’s hand. He could get a ride from Charles later, since they’d both be closing up tonight. Max doesn’t say another word as he opened the door back into the bar, loud music and neon lights flooding the alley for a moment before the door closed gently behind him.
Daniel was left in silence, a face-splitting smile spread across his face. He looked down at the keys in his hand, his line of sight catching the unseemly bulge in his jeans, pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. He’d make sure Max did something about that later, once Daniel cleaned up and made sure his nose wasn’t broken.
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 3 - Free use
Pairing: Lewis/Mick
WC: 1412
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Mick is sitting on Lewis’s couch when it first happens.
They hadn’t discussed it in detail, didn’t lay out boundaries and whatnot, but Lewis had mentioned it enough for Mick to assume it was something he was really into.
It’s not that Mick wasn’t excited by the idea of Lewis taking what he wanted, whenever he wanted, it was just the other factors that made him nervous. Lewis was bold, so uncaring of what people thought of him, that Mick wasn’t going to put it above him to touch him in public, or when someone was looking. Lewis was shameless like that.
Mick is watching some shitty sitcom on a streaming service he’d never heard of, one that Lewis insisted had all his favorite shows. He can hear Lewis’s approaching steps and expects the older man to come sit next to him. Instead, Lewis stands behind the couch and leans over it, wrapping his arms around Mick’s neck and planting several kisses on his cheek. Mick laughs, because it tickles, and Lewis is so sappy sometimes, so sweet.
Lewis doesn’t even say hello first, not before one of his hands is snaking down Mick’s chest and landing on his groin, squeezing the soft length in his jeans.
It makes Mick gasp, both in confusion and pleasant surprise, remembering the talk they’d had about this. He would definitely have to get used to the fact that Lewis wasn’t going to give him a warning first. His eyes are wide, bright and baby blue, lips parted slightly as he looks at Lewis for guidance, which he isn’t going to give, Mick is pretty sure.
Lewis has to contain his own excitement at the look on his boyfriend’s face, coy and innocent. Lewis keeps touching him, squeezing and stroking him slowly, lips hovering over Mick’s. Mick is always so pliant and so trusting of him, Lewis can’t help but want to take advantage sometimes.
Lewis pulls away once Mick is fully hard, walking slowly around the couch to finally meet him, stopping in front of him. Mick looks like a deer in headlights, watching his every move. Lewis undoes his own belt first, only the sound of his rings clinking against his buckle and Mick’s ragged breathing could be heard. Lewis motions with his chin for Mick to do the same.
Mick follows along with shaky hands and undoes his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down to his knees.
Lewis wants to ruin him, just from the sheer love and obedience he radiates.
Lewis prepared for this by stretching himself beforehand, that way he could take Mick whenever he wanted. He takes out something from his pocket before pushing his pants down, throwing a packet of lube right next to Mick. Lewis takes his shirt off too, leaving him completely bare for Mick. He watches as Mick stares and looks at him whole, eyes scanning every tattoo and every muscle.
Mick is much more turned on than he’d expected. He still feels a little shaky and nervous, but with Lewis being so sure of himself, he knew he had nothing to worry about. Mick’s eyes land on the lube and he grabs it, tearing it open with his teeth. He knows the drill and understands wordlessly what Lewis wants. He spreads his knees a bit and grips his length, stroking himself in languid movements of his fist while he pours the lube on his cock, making the slide of his hand slippery.
Lewis is hard, too, though he’s not touching himself. He’s waiting, making sure Mick is ready before he pounces. He looks pretty like this, unsure and moving slow, looking to Lewis for assurance. Mick surprises him when he pats his lap with his free hand, signaling for Lewis to come closer. It’s the only motivation he needs to climb onto Mick’s lap and kiss him deeply, both hands cupping either side of his face, licking hotly into his mouth.
Lewis practically tears the white cotton shirt off of Mick, even though he loves the way it hugs his torso so tightly. He reaches down to touch Mick again, feeling how heavy and warm the length was, arguably his favorite part of Mick. Lewis steadies himself on his knees and leans forward, kissing Mick again to distract him from what he was doing below, guiding the head to his entrance and pressing it into himself without a struggle.
Lewis lets out a breathy moan as he sinks down, arms wrapping loosely around Mick’s neck while Mick’s hands found their rightful place on Lewis’s waist. Lewis struggles to hold himself together, especially when he hadn’t even asked if they could do this. It felt wrong, even though he knew Mick would do anything for him.
Mick was in awe of the man above him, taking his whole cock without complaint. He’d never thought he’d meet someone who wanted him this badly, so much so that he didn’t even want to ask to have him, just wanted to have him whenever he could. Mick mimics Lewis’s arms and wraps his around the older man’s waist, pressing them flush against each other.
Lewis moves his hips in measured figure eights, his cock leaking profusely between them, barely getting any friction. He pulls away just a little, just to watch Mick’s face contort in pleasure. He could do this all day, ride him nice and slow, make him come over and over until he couldn’t anymore. Lewis gyrates faster, pressing his forehead against Mick’s.
Mick was teetering on the edge, letting out soft gasps and puffing out breaths against Lewis’s face, prompting Mick to kiss him again. Lewis’s hands were all over him, tangled in his hair and feeling down his chest. It made his skin flush a deep red, like freshly picked cherries and dusty dried roses. Mick’s fingers press harshly into Lewis’s flesh, moving back to grip his thighs, guiding him up and down on his cock.
Lewis can tell Mick needs more, and he obeys easily by moving with a little more intent, his noises turning whiny as he felt Mick’s cock press into his sweet spot over and over. He’s close too, worked up from the fact that he was finally doing what he wanted, using Mick for his own pleasure.
It isn’t enough, of course, Mick always wants more. Mick only takes a second to move them into a new position, pressing Lewis into the couch and starting to fuck into him with snappy thrusts. He hears Lewis get even louder beneath him, whimpering whenever he’d hit his prostate dead on.
Lewis doesn’t know how he’d gotten this lucky. He didn’t have to say anything for Mick to know what he was thinking, what he needed. He can feel himself squeezing uncontrollably around him, tight like a vice. Lewis’s hands are cupping Mick’s face again, pulling him down for another sloppy, desperate kiss.
Lewis mewls against his mouth and throws his head back, fingers digging into Mick’s shoulder as he found his rhythm.
Mick has his hands on the couch, on either side of Lewis’s head, finding little purchase on the fabric as his thrusts became frantic, spurred on by Lewis’s reaction to his movements. Mick brings a hand between them to take hold of Lewis’s weeping cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Lewis lets out a choked noise, his voice high-pitched. Mick’s hands feel like heaven on his sensitive dick, and it only takes a few strokes to have him coming all over himself, hips twitching and lifting off the couch as his orgasm hit him.
Mick made a valiant effort to keep going, to fuck Lewis until they were nothing but soft sobs and tangled limbs, but seeing Lewis feel so good pushed him over the edge. Mick let out one last groan before bottoming out completely, filling Lewis to the brim with come.
Lewis’s cock jerked at the feeling of Mick coming inside of him, legs tightening around Mick to keep him in place.
Mick slumped over him as lightly as he could, breathing harshly against Lewis’s neck. “That was..”
“Incredible.” Lewis finished. He gently lifted Mick’s head from his neck and kissed him gently, eyes looking over his face to try and detect any ounce of regret or shame on Mick’s expression.
“I love you,” Mick said easily, putting his hand over Lewis’s on his cheek, stroking his skin warmly.
“I love you more,” Lewis insists.
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#tried something a little different in terms of style!!#also IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE!!!#I will also post day 4 today!!#summerofcum2023#sourwrites#Mick Schumacher/Lewis Hamilton#4447#f1 smut
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Summer Of Cum 2023
**Tags: Mpreg, Charles has a pussy, tons of fluff**
Day 11 - Cinnamon bun
Pairing: Charles/Daniel
WC: 1506
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In the last year, Charles’s life had changed in ways he never imagined it would— he’d just managed to start feeling okay in his new normal, the normal that included a certain future, a boyfriend that loved him, a kid.
Charles was nearly 7 months pregnant, the swell of his belly more prominent than ever, with a fair scattering of stretch marks adorning his skin. Charles had moved in with Daniel early on in his pregnancy, into his house in Perth. They’d decided to keep it all as lowkey as they could when Charles was already taking a highly unexpected break from driving, and they were still on the tail end of people being shocked that they were together. It was a lot to get used to at first, especially as Charles experienced his body changing and betraying him every other day.
Charles had been living in bliss for a long while, with Daniel being extra sweet to him and doing everything in his power to make sure Charles was comfortable. It only made Charles more and more excited for what the future held for them, always imagining how perfect their life would be.
Daniel doesn’t ask for much, because he’s good like that, so selfless and kind. Charles did everything he could to make him feel appreciated, even if it was just offering himself, his body, something he knew Daniel was particularly fond of.
Charles wasn’t sure where the infatuation with his belly came from, but Daniel wasn’t shy about it in any way. There were countless times when Charles was certain he looked terrible, sleep deprived and hastily put together, and Daniel turned it around and called him sexy, insisted that he looked amazing, that he glowed, waxed poetic about how grateful he is that Charles is the one to be having his first kid. Charles had taken a long time to start believing him, but it was clear that Daniel wouldn’t be letting up on his endless compliments.
Charles couldn’t even see what Daniel was doing, but he could feel him, feel his tongue push between his folds and swirl around his clit. His stomach was far too big to get a good look at him, but he could imagine, could practically recite every detail of Daniel’s face between his legs from seeing it so many times.
Daniel pulled away and licked the remainder of Charles’s fluids from his lips, pressing wet kisses to the curve of Charles’s belly and smearing it on his soft skin as well. Daniel stopped right above his belly button, looking up at him and smiling softly, that annoying, sickeningly adoring look in his eyes.
“What?” Charles asked breathlessly, attempting to be coy and act like he didn’t know what was going through Daniel’s head. “Why’d you stop?” He teased, watching Daniel pull away fully and place his big hands on his bump, gently rubbing the expanse of skin.
“Because,” Daniel started, moving his hands down to grip Charles’s thighs, holding them apart so he could get a good look at Charles, bare and vulnerable for him. “Just wanna look at you,” he hummed, eyes shamelessly landing on Charles’s belly. “This’ll probably be the last time, no?”
Oh, Charles thought to himself, because he hadn’t considered that at some point, there would be a ‘last time’ that they would have sex, at least until after the baby is born and they were settled in. “Don’t sound so disappointed,” Charles laughed, biting his lip when he felt Daniel scoot closer, leaning over to their bedside and grabbing the lube they kept there. “I guess you’re right,” he sighed.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Daniel smirked and drizzled some lube on his cock, using the excess that dripped onto his hand to rub all over Charles’s cunt, mixing in with the wetness already there. “But I know you’re going to start hating me in a few weeks,” Daniel smirked, a stark contrast to the way his fingers moved in eager little circles against Charles’s clit, watching the way he seemed to relax under him.
“Correct,” Charles agreed, his chuckle turning into a soft moan as Daniel touched him. He could feel Daniel rub the head of his cock against him, his entrance fluttering around nothing, embarrassing, trying his best to stay still for Daniel. “Will you still want me after I start hating you?” Charles asked softly, purposely looking unsure as he spoke. He knew Daniel’s devotion was an unshakeable, immovable force, but he loved being reminded of it, loved to press Daniel’s buttons to try and make him prove it.
Daniel furrowed his brows and leaned down to kiss Charles slowly, all while he slid himself into his waiting heat, almost immediately feeling Charles sucking him in. “I love you, Charles, and I’ll never get sick of you,” he paused, letting out a shaky breath as he tried to wrangle himself in. Charles trembled beneath him, so sensitive to his touches these days. “Even if you get sick of me first,” he groaned, hands on the backs of Charles’s thighs again.
Charles’s eyes were closed as Daniel fucked him open, his hands gripping tightly at the sheets. “I won’t,” he squeaked out, arching up into Daniel.
Daniel watched the space between them to see himself disappear inside of Charles, caught up in the incredible feeling of Charles’s walls squeezing around him, making the glide even more wet with his arousal. “Can’t believe how pretty you are, baby,” He purred, letting go of Charles’s legs to rest his hands on his stomach again, cradling it in his hands. Fucking Charles while he was like this was so different; Daniel often had to catch himself before being too rough. He couldn’t be so rough anymore, couldn’t squeeze hand-shaped bruises onto his hips or wrap a hand around his neck when Charles was being a brat. He still loved this, though, cherished every moment where he could make Charles feel good.
Charles didn’t respond immediately, his reaction to Daniel’s words made clear by the dark flush that washed over his body, Daniel fucking the moans right out of him, falling in time with each thrust. “Shut up,” he huffed out, finally opening his eyes to meet Daniel’s, nearly coming at the intense look on his face. He always got so serious about this stuff.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Daniel continued, hips slapping against Charles a little faster. “And you’re gonna give me a gorgeous fuckin’ kid, too,” Daniel groaned and gently pressed his fingers into Charles’s stomach, trying to get the slightest bit of leverage as he fucked into him.
Charles was quick to tense underneath Daniel, trying his best to close his legs around him as he came, gushing around Daniel’s cock with a broken sob. Ever since he’d first found out he was pregnant, his sensitivity to these kinds of things had increased tenfold. It was Daniel being so unapologetically in love with him that pushed him over the edge. It was everything he wanted and more, to be able to make Daniel proud to be his partner.
Daniel struggled to keep himself together as he fucked Charles through his orgasm, unrelenting with his pace. “Fuck, Charlie,” Daniel breathed and smoothed his hands up Charles’s chest, sliding them down his arms so he could intertwine their fingers and press his hands into the mattress, keeping him boxed in with his body. “Come on my cock again, sweetheart, please?” Daniel whispered near Charles’s ear, voice whiny, pleading, begging Charles for it.
“Cristo,” Charles keened as Daniel pressed him down into the bed, legs wrapped around his waist. He nodded his head frantically and turned his face to kiss Daniel hard, sealing their deal with a kiss.
The second time Charles came, he was much louder, more unrestrained, breathing so hard he felt lightheaded. His orgasm hit him like an oncoming train, draining him of all his energy to instead focus on the euphoria he felt. Daniel still didn’t stop, he never did, not until he finished, too.
Daniel used his last bit of strength to piston into Charles, pulling out right before he came to shoot all over Charles’s tummy with a groan, painting the bump white with his seed. Daniel could almost feel his sanity running away from him as he stared, watching his come slowly drip down his skin. It was a feeling that he couldn’t quite explain, one that he only got when he had Charles like this, something like possessiveness, pride, the desire to keep Charles for just himself.
Charles felt like a puddle of limbs, at best, laying limp against the sheets, feeling sticky and dirty and marked, Daniel’s come drying on his skin. Looking down at himself, he could feel the same things Daniel felt, the need to belong to him completely. “This won’t be the last time,” Charles said breathlessly, a lazy grin spreading across his features, blinking slowly at Daniel.
“Yeah, it won’t,” Daniel laughed tiredly, leaning down to kiss Charles’s tummy one last time.
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 13 - Moneyshot
Pairing: Daniel/Oscar
WC: 1284
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“Are you sure?”
Daniel feels like he’s asked Oscar that question about a hundred times now, but he had to be sure. The last thing he wanted was to cross a boundary Oscar didn’t even know he had.
Oscar found it funny, how concerned Daniel was. Oscar laughed softly, going to take a sip from the rapidly cooling cappuccino he’d gotten earlier, before the topic of filming each other during sex popped into their conversation. “You know I’ve done that before, right?” Oscar said instead of assuring Daniel that it was completely fine.
Daniel’s eyes widened a bit cartoonishly, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He can’t, really, because Oscar was only 22 and had apparently already filmed himself during sex, something Daniel hadn’t done even once. “Please tell me you still have that video,” Daniel said, voice pleading. Nothing could stop him from imagining what exactly Oscar filmed himself doing, imagining trembling hands and weird angles, unskilled flicks of his wrist and shotty camera work. They were in the most unsexiest of places, a restaurant near Daniel’s that he swore tasted just like his mom’s cooking, fit with tacky wallpaper and booths that had to be older than Oscar, and yet, Daniel could still feel the very beginnings of his arousal pooling in his stomach.
“I might be able to dig it up,” Oscar said playfully, eyeing the potatoes on Daniel’s plate before stealing some with his fork. “I think I was 18, about to be 19. It’s an old one,” he hummed, said through his mouthful of food.
“Jesus Christ,” Daniel sighed, having to rest his face in his hands for a moment, not sure what to do with the knowledge that a video of Oscar like that existed already. “Are you, like, purposely trying to jailbait me, or?” Daniel huffed out, his shoulders relaxing slightly when he heard Oscar laugh again.
“I mean, I’m not the one dating someone 10 years younger than me,” Oscar quipped, affectionate with his delivery. He never minded their difference in age, though he knew sometimes Daniel worried he was moving too fast or somehow forcing Oscar to do things, which wasn’t the case. “Does that turn you on? Thinking about me when I was 18?” Oscar asked softly, out of pure curiosity and just to bust Daniel’s balls.
Daniel looked up from his hands and gave him a look, brows furrowed and lips thinned into a tight line, like he was trying to hold something back. “I’m not going to answer that,” he finally spoke, thinking it might incriminate him much less if he didn’t express any of his thoughts about a teenage Oscar.
“It does. I knew it would,” Oscar hummed contentedly. Daniel was so easy to read sometimes.
Daniel rolled his eyes and went back to staring down at his plate of breakfast food, poking his fork into his eggs, planning on eating them at some point. “What if someone hacks into my iCloud?” It’s ridiculous, and he knows that, but he had to cover all his bases, or else he’d be left with more anxiety than he started with.
“Daniel. Stop it,” Oscar chuckled, reaching to place his hand on top of Daniel’s, gently sliding his fingers up his arm, slow and gentle. “Live a little, will you?”
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Daniel can’t remember why he was so worried about this in the first place. It’s much different, he realized, when he’s got Oscar on his hands and knees, pounding into the younger man from behind, his phone set up so you could see the length of Oscar’s body, including his face. That part was non-negotiable, being able to see exactly how Oscar reacted to him. Daniel’s body was cut off from the waist up, but he didn’t mind; all he wanted was to see Oscar fall apart beneath him.
Daniel’s breaths were harsh and shaky, staring down at where he was repeatedly splitting Oscar open. It’s almost too much, the thought that they were immortalizing this moment forever, for Daniel to watch whenever he wanted and get himself off to.
Oscar was pliant as usual, face pushed into the pillows, trying not to come too fast before they got a good video. He pushed his hips back against Daniel with every forward thrust, sweet whimpers escaping his lips. “Harder, Danny,” he whined and gripped the pillow a little tighter, turning his head to look at the phone, face scrunched up in pleasure.
Daniel let out a strained moan and also glanced at his phone, hands itching to grab it, to get even closer. “Such a fuckin’ slut,” he groaned, reaching down to grab a fistful of Oscar’s hair, pushing him harder into the pillows. “Only good for taking my cock, huh?” Daniel growled. The older man was quick to grab the phone from its perch on the nightstand, still pistoning into him as he pointed it at Oscar’s face. It was the perfect view, Oscar practically drooling all over himself over how good he felt.
Oscar couldn’t say anything for a moment, his body wound up and ready to release. The feeling of Daniel’s hand tangled in his hair made his toes curl, in love with how strong he was, how he could easily manhandle him and take what he wanted. “Yeah, that’s all I wanna do,” Oscar squeaked out between moans. “Just wanna be good for you.”
Daniel never let up, even as he pointed the phone down between them, getting the perfect shot of himself ruining Oscar. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, so good for me, baby,” he sighed.
Daniel’s words of encouragement always did it for him, always filled him with a sweetness and adoration that Oscar only ever felt with him. It was only moments later that Oscar came, hard, all over the bed below them. He let out something close to a scream, the full force of his orgasm surprising him with its intensity.
“That’s it,” Daniel praised, using his last bit of stamina to get himself over the edge, too. Daniel pulled out seconds before he came, his cock resting over the curve of Oscar’s ass and shooting thick ropes of come up his back. He nearly didn’t catch it on camera with the way his orgasm swirled around him, wrapping around his limbs and making him feel hot all over.
Oscar collapsed underneath him, nothing but whiny breaths coming out of him, his skin flushed and his limbs useless.
Daniel hadn’t stopped the video just yet, feeling greedy as he reached down to spread Oscar’s cheeks apart with one hand, filming the way his entrance gaped slightly, how it fluttered around nothing, silently begging to be filled again.
“I can feel you staring,” Oscar muttered, looking over his shoulder with a breathless laugh, catching the lens of the phone one last time before he saw Daniel press a button and throw it aside.
Daniel gave him a tired little smile and leaned down to kiss up his spine, a silent apology for being so indulgent. “I like looking at you, baby,” Daniel offered as an excuse, speaking against his skin.
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1:38 AM
Oscar: its ur lucky day
Oscar: [Video Attachment]
Oscar: enjoy my love
Daniel stared in surprise at the text he’d just received, bleary-eyed and groggy still. He was halfway across the world from Oscar, back in Australia while Oscar’s season started up again. Daniel couldn’t help but laugh, thinking it was ridiculous that Oscar had managed to find the alleged video he’d taken of himself.
1:42 AM
Daniel: How much of your camera roll did you have to dig through to find that??
Daniel: I’ll watch it later :P
Daniel: Good luck today ❤️
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#I still don’t know what to call this ship lol#also can’t stop writing them having toe curling gut rearranging nasty ass sex#summerofcum2023#sourwrites#Daniel Ricciardo/Oscar Piastri#381#Riccastri#Danscar
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