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cherry // ross macdonald x reader

valentine's week - day 1: secret admirer

a/n: before you say anything, yes there will be a part 2 that's literally just a nasty fuck fest. i just wanted to get the plot bits out of the way and it got way too long as you can see. cw: age gap (10-12 years), highkey ooc, incredibly self-indulgent btw, ummm kinda dom/sub? hand kink, kinda corruption kink also wc: 7.8k

it’s been twenty minutes that they’re all sat in this room—concrete walls, a little like matty’s house honestly, simple furniture and minimalist decor. it feels anything but sparse though—there’s the mic guy and the cameraman and a few assistants. there’s the host, a cheery, fresh faced woman dressed to the nines. but ross can’t stop staring. which is a problem because he really should stop staring and focus on his actual job. except the girl in front of him is distraction personified.

next to him matty babbles on about the cultural and political significance of their latest album—all interesting, thoughtful stuff. ross, however, stares at the girl transcribing it all. and that’s what she is really, a girl. all softness and innocence, gently rolling the end of a pencil between her perfectly pink lips in a room full of lecherous men. unaware. aloof. or maybe he’s projecting. maybe he’s the lecherous one for staring at a girl who’s most definitely in her early twenties; at the pencil between her lips, at her cherry red dress.

every now and then she pulls the pencil away from her mouth and scribbles a few notes—something in neat, curving handwriting that is a little too far for him to read properly. every once in a while she also types something on her laptop, long, painted nails clacking so softly on the keyboard that the mic probably won’t pick up any of the sounds.

on her notepad, ross can see little doodled flowers—a bit janky and uneven petals, underneath it she’s doodled a box. thin, pencil lines tracing the same shape over and over again until the paper almost rips.

he tries not to be so obvious—tries not to stare at her face so much, at the curve of her cheek and the long lashes almost touching it, at the sharp line of her jaw, and the claw clip holding her hair up and out of her face. a few strands escape though, blowing gently against the air blasting from the aircon.

he tries to keep his attention back on the interview. and he tries to give himself little goals—he can only look at her if matty says a certain word. he can only look at her every time the host laughs—all trivial stuff that goes out the window every time she shifts in her seat and he catches the movement from the corner of his eye.

more than a few times, he catches her staring back—big eyes lingering right on his face with a distinctly interested expression. every time it happenes, he straightens a bit more and runs his hands through his neatly trimmed beard.

the girl follows the movement with her eyes and ross wonders what she makes of him.

“ross?” someone calls out for him. the host stares, expectant, and he stifles the urge to curse. searching his memory for the question that was just asked is useless; it’s not like he was listening to a word that was said in the last two minutes. but now everyone’s eyes are on him and the collar of his shirt feels tighter than it is. his cheeks grow warmer but ross laughs it off.

“yeah, agree with what matty said,” he replies quickly and clears his throat. he has no idea what matty said last but the host seems satisfied and moves on to the next question. the girl looks up at him again and quickly presses her lips together. still, he sees the slight quirk of them, almost like she’s trying to stifle a smile or a laugh.

this time he stares back just a bit longer, meets her eyes with intention and raises an eyebrow almost in challenge; just to see if she’d keep staring so blatantly. her eyes widen a fraction and the pencil stills on her lips. her teeth graze its end and almost dent her soft lip.

ross sees the movement of her iris, unsure where to look. she fidgets in her seat, shifting again and crossing her legs. then she averts her eyes entirely and goes back to scribbling on her notepad.

“your head’s in the fucking clouds,” george deadpans the moment they step outside on the balcony. there’s already a cigarette dangling between his fingers and smoke curls around his head.

ross groans. “haven’t slept properly.”

it’s not exactly a lie. he was up pretty late last night but ross lights a cigarette of his own if only to avoid looking at george. they stand there in comfortable silence for a bit, letting the smoke settle into their lungs and blowing it out. matty’s boisterous laugh floats outside and ross thinks back to the shitshow of an interview.

there’s a reason he hates doing these, there’s a reason matty always speaks on all of their behalf. but ross knows big publications want all four of them and it’s good to create hype and get the fans excited. and he knows it’s just necessary—

the balcony door open with a creek.

at first, ross doesn’t turn. it’s probably adam who’s bored of the conversation or matty who’s managed to escape it but out of the corner of his eye, he sees george turn around and straighten imperceptibly.

and so he follows suit.

the girl clears her throat. “uh… sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt you.” there’s a slight tremor in her voice and she looks up quickly from george to ross. she’s shorter than he’d realised before, only coming up to the base of his throat, fucking tiny compared to him and george and he pointedly ignores what it does to his brain to see her staring up at him, craning her neck just to meet his eyes.

“ross…mr macdonald. sir.” she comes to a stop in front of him, all wide-eyed and flustered and calling him sir for fucks sake. he can almost feel the laugh george is trying to hold in. this isn’t the first time a nervous fan’s approached them and he’s had far weirder interaction. still he plans to smack george later for making him lose his composure

“just ross,” he corrects on autopilot then gestures for her to continue. he expects the usual—a selfie or autograph on a vinyl. to his surprise she holds up a phone in front of him and ross almost gapes before reigning it in.

“your phone,” she says. “you left it on the set.”

quickly, he taps his back pocket and feels nothing.

up close, he can see the tiny smudge of mascara under her eyelashes and the precise shade of red on her lips. up close he can smell her perfume too—sweet and warm, something that definitely suits her.

the girls stares up at him expectantly, still holding out his phone.

“thanks,” he mumbles, voice almost gruff and takes his phone back. his hand brushes her for just a moment—the pad of his finger against the back of her hand. but ross swears he feels a little jolt. quickly, she drops her hand and looks at his chest.

“you’re welcome,” she says and this time her voice is a bit steadier than before. he’s about to ask her more. anything to make her talk more when george steps forward.

“thank you, darling,” he says and gives her a winning smile, “he would have made us all search for it later.”

the girl blushes furiously under all the attention, trying to maintain her bravado from before. ross stifles the urge to roll his eyes but takes the time to quickly look at her again. her hair’s down now, falling over her shoulders and hiding half her neck that was exposed to him before. he has the sudden and visceral urge to touch it, to run his fingers through it and tug on the strands until her chin tilts up to him. until she’s looking right at him.

what the actual fuck is wrong with him!

he steps back and takes a deep drag of his cigarette untilt he smoke burns, until his eyes water. the girl nods and stammers a goodbye. then she quickly scurries back inside.

george snorts and ross shoots him a death glare.

“head in the fucking clouds,” george singsongs under his breath and puts out the rest of his cigarette. then before ross has the chance to respond, he opens the balcony door and disappears inside.

ross stays back on the balcony and groans in his hands. then he lights another cigarette.

there’s a rot in his brain, gnawing at his neurons and eating through the organ until everything is replaced by a single image of her sucking on the end of her pencil absentmindedly. ross has been through this scenario a dozen times now. it was fine when he was busy, staving the thought away by replacing it with work related things.

a million things he’s got on his schedule…

but in the comfort of his home, his bedroom, he can’t stop picturing the hollow of her throat—delicate and unmarred skin in direct contrast to her dress, her voice calling him sir. god, she’d even looked at him like a fucking fawn—all wide-eyed and unsure. he would have fucking loved to trace his finger over her bottom lip right then, if only to steal a sweet sound of surprise right out of her.

he’s going straight to hell for this, straight to the fiery pits for doing what he’s about to do.

ross props himself up on the pillows, delaying the inevitable, or trying to at least. but the ache in him won’t subside, the throbbing between his legs, the dizziness as all his blood rushes south. the tent in his joggers taunting him as if he were a teenager in heat. he groans. the sound echoes around the room.

shame courses through him, already overshadowed by the heat that flows through his veins at the speed of lightning.

he needs to stop thinking about her, this girl who he has barely said two words to. maybe this is how he gets her out of his system. instinctively, his hand creeps towards his thighs.

he wastes no time dipping a hand in his pants, the other arm supports his head; nothing he hasn’t done a million times since he hit puberty. somehow this feels more electric than ever before.

ross palms himself, eyes fluttering close and muscles pulled taut. he’s aware of everything—from the stretch of his soft cotton t-shirt against his skin, to his head touching the bedframe. he needs to keep what little sanity he has left, trying to sort through all the depraved and deviant thoughts racing through his mind. what would she have done if she could read his thoughts, if she could see him like this—a mess at the mere thought of her? would she kneel down and crawl towards him, hunger clearly written all over her face, her big eyes hooded with lust.

ross groans loudly, letting out a string of curses, imagining that it’s her hand wrapped around him—small and inexperienced. stroking him up and down with unsurely; long, tentative, languid strokes making his head swim with deluded thoughts.

his cock is painfully hard. ross knows for a fact that he’s never wanted to fuck someone with this intensity before, never before has his brain reverted to its most basic instinct like this.

thoughts of taking her all over his house makes him fuck his fist faster and faster. gone are the gentle, sensual strokes from before, now his hips buck as he thrusts into his hand. his mind plays a slideshow of made up images—her bent over on his kitchen island, the marble biting into her hips as he pounds into her. he would speak the dirtiest and filthiest words to her as he watches her squirming with want; her pussy swollen and wet. his brain conjoures up the phantom feel of her silky tresses between his fingers, gripped tightly in his hands.

ross chokes out a gasp that turns into a broken moan.

this is wrong, this is so wrong and sinful and every other synonym there is for it yet his mind refuses to move on from her. rather, it conjures up more images—her jaw slack with pleasure, eyes rolled back in her head as she rides him at her own pace, figuring it out along the way. he would flip her at the last second, of course, looming over her like a dominating presence, wrenching another orgasm from her after she’s already cum on his tounge, his hand, his stomach. but she would let go for him again. she would do anything to be his good girl.

his pumps grow rougher and more erratic, gasps leaving his mouth, echoing around the room.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

ross wonders if she’s doing the exact same thing he is, hand buried between her thighs, his name spilling out from her perfect lips. he wonders if that would absolve him of his guilt, his shameless act. it’s the thought of her soft sounds that tips him over the edge until he cums so hard, his vision goes black.

his strokes slow down, back to slow and sensual as he watches his cum flow out of him; milky white ropes splashed on his stomach, on his thigh. his hand is a mess, the tissues he had tried to grab at the last second are nowhere near enough to contain all of it.

with her, ross wouldn’t need any of that. he would fill her up with his cum, fucking it into her, watching it drip out of her mixed with her own release, making a mess of her thighs that he could clean with his tongue.

fuck it. he was damned already. he might as well enjoy the ride.

somewhere in this city, she has no clue about all the dark and wretched things ross wants to do to her. and maybe he could get her out of his mind now, have her out of his system.

he could just as easily fuck someone tomorrow. and someone else the day after.

yes. yes, that’s what he should do. he should forget about the girl he’s known for less than twenty-four hours. that’s what he should do.

he settles on it too, making a mental note to text one of his old flings who might still be in the city. he feels very strongly about his resolve too. the interview is done, he’s likely never seeing her again.

until she shows up at the studio the morning after.

the day starts like any other. he drives up to the studio, one of the assistants tells him that the band will be shadowed for a magazine profile—some prolific publication that’s going to document their entire process ahead of the release. he doesn’t worry about it too much, talking is matty’s job. sometimes george chimes in. ross and adam speak only as a last resort.

besides he has his to-do list cut out for him.

last night—the entire day really—was a momentary distraction. now he’s back on track and focused. the track playing on his headphones is all he is thinking about. all he should be thinking about. until jordan taps him on the shoulder.

“need you for a few photos, mate. and the magazine people are here,” he turns around to leave, almost walks up to the door too then turns back to ross to mouth something. someone new! followed by a waggle of his eyebrows.

ross shakes his head, sets his things aside and walks out with jordan.

everyone’s out in the lobby, and ross hears matty laugh before he sees him. then he hears another familiar laugh and turns the corner to a familiar face. he knows tobias, who shakes his hand and gives him a friendly pat on the back. he’s met tobias before—the man is soft spoken and has a keen ear for good music, a quality ross admires and the thought of him documenting their recording process makes him happy.

tobias goes around making the rounds, hugging george and joking with the sound engineers. then he stops and turns to look at them.

“oh i almost forgot!” he claps his hands together, “need to introduce to a fresh face.”

behind tobias, ross catches a movement. and it’s then that everything around him fades away instantly.

there is no mistaking it. it’s her. it’s the girl, stepping out a bit unsurely from behind her boss and smiling tentatively at the room. he observes how she doesn’t look at him—no, rather she doesn’t look at anyone, cleverly staring at a spot just near them. but never direct eye contact and never more than a few seconds.

unlike yesterday, she’s in a simple jeans and a t-shirt—grey with a faded queen logo on it—but it fits her like a glove regardless. and when she introduces herself in a lilting voice, ross feels his thoughts from yesterday threaten to make a comeback.

this cannot be happening… behaving like a horny teenager once was enough. he doesn’t need her working here and being close to him constantly, doesn’t need her to constantly be a presence in his thoughts. thoughts that are already way too focussed on the way her eyes light up after seeing him. it’s a trick of the light and nothing else. he’s sure of it.

she introduces herself—her name, the fact that she’s here to transcribe and take notes and assist tobias. she tells them she really liked their last album and that it was her introduction to them. matty teases her about not being a fan and she blushes deeply, barely making eye contact with him.

ross, in a world of his own, burns with irrational jealousy. of course, it would be matty who makes her blush and gets her to open up. matty’s a flirt—charming and confident and knows how to get people to come out their shells, even the shy ones it seems. in contrast ross feels about as subtle as a boulder.

but she seems slightly relaxed after that conversation, even throwing him a look once (and only once) when he plucks on his bass string a bit too loud. ross doesn’t look at her for the rest of the day though, not a single time. no matter how tempting it is. even when she’s buried deep in her transcripts, murmuring to herself and listening to a recording of something adam said over and over again.

even when she crosses and uncrosses her legs, sucks on the end of her pencil again—clearly a habit, he’s come to realise. not when she stretches and the hem of her t-shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of smooth skin and the hints of cherry coloured lace. not even when she asks him where the espresso machine is.

the rest of the day ross spends hunched over his bass, glowering at the floor. and he doesn’t manage to focus even once.

day two he’s in the studio bright and early, gasping for some very strong coffee after tossing and turning the whole night (quite honestly, he’s gasping for something stronger but it’s 8 am and becoming an alcoholic now is not an option)

every time he closed his eyes, his brain would haunt him with images of soft skin and lips caught between teeth and sucking on the end of a pencil. every time his brain sent his body’s supply of blood to one organ and one organ alone and ross has had enough of it.

starting today he’s focused. he’s serious!

that is until he walks into the tiny kitchen and sees her on her toes, stretching and struggling to get a coffee mug down. a red one. the same one she’d used yesterday. with some amusement, he also notices that there are at least two mugs near the coffee machine—one plain black and one with a swirly pattern. but she hasn’t cast either of them a single glance.

she’s stubborn, someone who knows what she wants.

shamelessly, he staggers to a stop at the threshold, watching her lean against the counter and wiggle her fingertips in the air as if that would magically summon the mug. her calf muscles are pulled taut and visible in the dress she’s wearing. each time she stretches, he sees a flash of her thighs.

his fingers twitch by his sides, desperate to what what it would feel like to drag his knuckles against the inside of her thigh, trailing them up and up and up until he reaches her hip. how she would react if he pinched the skin between his fingers, if he marked it with his teeth.

“need some help?” in the early morning stillness of the kitchen, his voice comes out a bit too loud and a moment later she startles, whipping her head to look at him and hand coming up to her thudding chest.

“christ!” she gasps loudly, closing her eyes and opening them again to look at him properly. “ross–shit! sorry, you scared me a bit is all.”

he can’t help the way his eyes linger on her face—big, wide eyes and scarlet mouth parted open as she blows out a breath. when he starts walking towards her, she stays in her spot, practically transfixed on him as he comes closer. ross stops right in front of her, their bodies so close that another inch and he would be pressing into her, or rather pushing her body back against the kitchen counter. with some satisfaction, he also realises how he towers over her—almost a head taller and practically twice her size.

her breath catches in her throat when he reaches for the mug, pulling it out and setting it next to her. but he makes no move to step back, not until she finally looks up at him instead of just staring at his chest.

her throat moves, her pupils dilate. almost as if she’s doing it involuntarily, she quickly looks at his lips and back into his eyes.

for perhaps the hundredth time, he’s blown away by how beautiful she is, how fucking perfect. and everything he’s thought about her comes rushing back to him, all the times he’s pictured her mouth and her hand, her soft sounds and the feel of her hair between his fingers. his train of thought runs him over so thoroughly that ross actually staggers back a bit, averting his gaze and pointing at the mug.

he has to wait a beat and clear his throat before he can speak.

“there.”

“thank you…” she trails off unsurely, voice barely above a whisper. “did you want some too? i was just about to brew some fresh coffee.”

all he can do is nod. and when she moves around the room, getting other things out and making coffee, all he can do is watch.

by day ten, they talk a few more times, each time being interrupted by someone or the other—first it’s tobias, assigning her frankly trivial tasks (in ross’ opinion anyway) that she agrees to happily. then it’s matty coming over to shamelessly flirt with her which honestly makes ross want to deck him with his bass even though he knows it’s harmless.

but at least with matty she opens up slightly—telling him she’s been working for tobias for almost two years now and that it’s her first adult job. ross finds out that she’s not from london, instead she shares a flat with a friend.

day ten is also when she stays at the studio much later than anyone else, even when the skies outside darken and turn grey and flashes of lighting burst through every few minute. ross watches her anxiously stare out the window once it starts drizzling a little before she buries herself into work again, sorting through the video and audio footage of that day and making her notes that tobias seems to praise so much.

and so ross does the same, putting on his headphones and focusing of the actual music instead of the tip of her nails digging into her jaw, creating slight crescent moons. this time, he even manages to stay focused for ten whole minutes until he hears unsure footsteps walking towards him.

ross looks up at her, nervously playing with the ring on her index finger and takes off his headphones.

“you need anything?”

she shrugs, looking at him and then around him briefly. “yeah i just needed a little break from work and, uh… barely anyone else seems to be here?”

barely anyone. he’d rather there was no one here at all. and even then, the urge to seduce her into the little soundproof recording booth weighs strongly on him. it would be just him and her and the tiny cramped space and all her sounds would belong to him and only him—

“ross?” he jerks back to her looking expectantly at him before her eyes widen. “uness you’re busy, i don’t want to be a bother. sorry.”

he quickly dismisses her apology, motioning for the chair opposite him before ross smirks at her. “so you’d like to sit there and stare at me huh?”

he feels a little evil for enjoying the way she sputters, trying to come up with a retort or just plain denial or whatever else but he gets a little distracted by the faint red tinge to her face…

what else would make her blush like that? he can think of a few thing for sure.

“what? no! no, i just…” she scrunches her eyes shut, trying to gather her bearings. “i like watching you work.”

oh that’s certainly interesting.

“just me? not the others?”

“uh, well.” she leans back in her chair slightly, getting a bit more comfortable than before and catching her bottom lip betweem her teeth for a second. just long enough for ross to go entirely rigid.

“you’re really still when you work,” she continues, “it’s quite calming.”

oh he’s still alright. if only so he won’t give into the urge of constantly looking at her and following her every move with his eyes like some creep. he has to stay still if he needs to stop himself from going to up to her to try and flirt and like matty does, when he will inevitably end up making a fool out of himself.

but she’s entirely unaware of his inner conundrum. she’s all too absorbed in her analysis of the band.

“matty bounces and paces around and it makes me slightly nervous. i like watching george when he’s on the drums or the piano but lately he’s been doing more production work so he’s always on his laptop and well, that’s slightly… boring”

“boring?!” he laughs sharply. “i should tell george that.”

and then he finds it even more amusing when her eyes widen and she scrambles to backpeddle. there’s nothing to salvage it though. so she just sighs in defeat.

“you wouldn’t! would you?” she looks at him with those big, round eyes and juts out her bottom lip and fuck! she could ask him to sign over half his possessions right now and he would say yes.

“no,” ross laughs again, softer this time. “your secret’s safe with me.”

this time he sets the bass aside, all pretenses of work gone as he leans back on the sofa, one arm behind his head. “what about adam? why not him”

she contemplates her answer for a bit before speaking. “i don’t think he likes other people watching him, he looks a bit uncomfortable.”

“love, half our job hinges on other people watching us…”

“no, not like that!” she straightens, gesticulating wildly, “not when you’re playing songs you’ve already played hundreds of times. i’m talking about when he’s experimenting and writing new stuff. i don’t think he likes to be watched then.”

and once again ross is impressed by her astute observation skills. he knows how young she is—younger than him by a decade, yet here she is, reading his best friend of twenty years perfectly in just ten days.

so he leans forward, properly interested now and scans her face for a bit, trying to get a proper read of her, of what she might say next. “and is that what you like to do? watch people?”

“sometimes,” she shrugs, “when i find them really interesting.”

“so you find me really interesting.”

he expects her to blush and stutter again. it is a bold statement after all and yet again she surprises him. “yeah… yes, i do.”

this time she’s the one with her eyes roaming over his face, maybe a bit over his arms too (something he observes with an immense level of satisfaction) and the way they strain against his t-shirt.

“good,” he smiles. “now i know i’m not the only one dying to know more about you…”

he tries not to flirt with her too directly but they talk. he tries not to ask anything and everything all at once and freak her out before she’s entirely comfortable with him but with every question she relaxes even more, leans forward and places her chin in the palm of her hand while he’s explaining something inconsequential about his bass.

it’s only the muscle memory that keeps him going when the strap of her top slides away and a sliver of lace peaks out.

his fingers still on the strings and she frowns. “no, play! i like the way your fingers move.”

the words slip out before she even realises it. in fact, it doesn’t dawn on her until he freezes completely and she goes bright red!

“i– no, that’s– i didn’t–”

but ross laughs it away, if only so he won’t fucking dwell on it until his head feels like it’s going to explode.

“let’s go outside for a bit,” he offers and she accepts gratefully.

the air on the balcony is cool—the sort of breeze before a thunderstorm—and he’s itching for a cigarette. ross looks at her again as she stares out at the trees outside, swaying with the wind. one strong gust and she shivers. her skin erupts in goosebumps.

“you’re cold.”

she quickly shakes her head. “it’s fine, it’s so nice outside. i don’t mind that much.”

he wishes he was wearing some kind of a jacket that he could give her. the though of her in his clothes does something absolutely primal to him to the point where he has to physically stop himself from grabbing her by the waist and kissing her till she’s dizzy and moaning in his mouth. and she doesn’t help matters by moving a little closer to him, until they’re almost touching, until her arm is almost pressed up against his chest.

“you’re cold,” he says again, voice tinged with roughness but she clicks her tongue.

“‘s alright. you’re warm.”

“am i?” he chuckles deeply and takes a hold of her by her arm. “come here then. have a cigarette with me.”

it’s about as bold as he’s been with her. she whips her head up to look at him, and ross doesn’t miss the way her gaze dips to his mouth. just for a moment, maybe even half a second until she quickly looks away and at his chest.

“i don’t… i don’t smoke.”

“ever?”

that makes her giggle. “no ross. i don’t smoke. ever.”

he wants to say something but the words don’t come out easily. the palm of his hand feels electric just from touching her arm, just from being so close to her. and the breeze all around them makes it impossible to escape her sweet perfume.

“i’m not opposed to trying though,” she continues shyly and ross quirks an eyebrow.

“you could try with me…”

“i’d like that.” he studies her face for a moment, looks at her big eyes staring up at him with a mix of sincerity and interest.

“do you know what to do?”

she mulls it over for a moment, pinching her lips together until they’re in a kissy pout. “sure, i’ve seen people do it. i’ve seen you do it.”

“have you now?”

“mmhmm, seems easy enough.”

so ross pulls out a fresh one from the pack and places it between her lips. his finger grazes her bottom lip, the touch electrifying, making him linger there until her gaze dips to his mouth again and a light flush covers her face. she shivers again and steps even closer to him than before.

“should i light it then?”

she nods tentatively, and ross flicks the lighter on. the flame wavers, almost goes out until he shields it with his palm and brings it up to her mouth. the fire casts a warm glow on her face, in her eyes. and she’s somehow even more breathtaking than he’s ever imagined.

once the cigarette lights, she takes an unsure inhale and breaks out into a cough until there are tears brimming on her lashline and she’s pushing ross away lightly for laughing at her.

“you’re helpless,” he teases. “here. let me.”

his hands graze her lips once again as he takes the cigarette from between her lips. it’s smudged with her lipstick, something sheer and pink. then he places it in his mouth, lazily taking a drag.

“watch.” she obeys instantly, pupils dialating when her eyes linger on his mouth until her lips part and she swallows visibly. he takes the moment to blow the smoke out, bending down so he can blow it in her parted mouth without startling her too much. her eyes widen and she sucks in sharply but this time she doesn’t cough. instead, she bunches her lips together and tries to blow out some of the smoke she inhaled. it comes out in broken wisps and disappears on the wind.

“there we go, darling,” he speaks roughly and watches her blush all the way to the tip of her ears. “should we try that again?”

she nods. he takes another drag. this time, he grips her chin between his fingers, tilting it up until her mouth is so close to his and he can practically feel her breath on his skin. her pupils are so blown out, her eyes almost look black. then he lightly brushes her lips to his and blows the smoke out again.

ross stays where he is. he even pulls her closer until she’s pressed against him and her eyes flutter shut. her breath hitches, her hands move up to his biceps, gripping onto him until she exhales again and smoke caresses his mouth before dissipating once more.

“a-again,” she whimpers but he’s already taking the cigarette out of his mouth and putting it out on the railing.

“yeah?” he challenges just to see if she’d move away but her hands move up from his biceps, fingers traliing up his arms until they’re at the nape of his neck, nails softly trailing down his skin. and when she shivers again, it’s definitely not because of the cold.

“yeah,” she nods and presses her lips onto his.

his heart skips at how unsure it feel, how she has to stand on the very tips of her toes and hold onto his just so she won’t lose her balance. he doesn’t give her a lot of time to overthink it though. as soon as he’s over the initial shock, he wraps and arms around her until she’s fully pressed against him, effectively trapped between him and the railing. the light drizzle of rain starts again. ross grabs her face in his hands, keeping her still so her can kiss her properly—the kind that leaves her gasping when he grazes her bottom lip with his teeth, the kind that has her leaning against him entirely for balance when her knees almost buck under her. the kind that makes her moan involuntarily but ross doesn’t let her pull away in embarrassment. instead, he pulls her up until her legs are wrapped around his middle, her thighs pressed against his waist and his hands under her ass. and then he carries her back inside.

just like he predicted, he fills up the tiny little space of the recording booth. the mic stand clatters and she moves it aside with a ferocity that’s unlike anything he’s seen from her before, it’s a nice surprise, to see just a glimpse into her feral side.

ross groans into the kiss and slides his hand under her ass. his fingers snake up her neck, gripping her jaw in a grip that’s almost too tight. it’s tempting to mark her up, to leave behind bitemarks and fingerprints everywhere for people to see. she responds in kind and bites his bottom lip just hard enough to make him hiss.

“someone’s going to hear us”

“it’s a soundproof booth darling, no one’s going to know a thing.”

his hand that’s been cupping her jaw slowly moves to her throat and she lets out a whine so desperate and needy that all the blood rushes straight to his cock. she’s practically begging for more at this point and he hasn’t even properly touched her yet.

he thinks back to all the times he’s thought of her like this, so malleable in his hands—thought of the feel of her hair between his fingers that damned bottom lip that’s driven him so crazy over the last few days. he can’t resist nipping at it and the sting makes her breath catch.

“i’ve nev-i’ve never done this.”

his heart thuds in his chest and for a second he worries she’s entirely inexperienced. not that he’d have a problem being her first… but he’d be damned if he let her first time be in a fucking recording booth.

“done what?”

“hooked up.” she clarifies almost through a gritted tone, almost like she’s trying not to be ashamed of it. “outside of relationships i mean.”

“no? do you want to stop?”

she takes a beat to think then shakes her head. “no, i-i just really want you.”

ross hums in approval. it does stroke his ego immensely if he’s being honest and he can’t help but see how far he can push her buttons. “do you now? what do you want about me?”

just like she had outside, she blushes furiously, to the point where she has to stare right at his chest and take a moment to compose herself. her hands never let go of his chest though. and it’s safe to assume she can feel his racing heartbeat just like he can hear hers.

“your hands are… i like your hands.”

“do you think about my hands a lot?”

“i don’t–i d—” her eyes go round again, wide as saucers, almost like it’s impossible for her to lie.

“no lying, sweetheart.” he tsks, and then bends down just until his mouth caresses her earlobe. “bad girls don’t get what they want.”

she makes a stragled noise, somewhere between a moan and a sound of protest but ross cocks his eyebrow and that shuts her up effective. a beat later, she tries again.

“fine. yes. i think about your hands a lot. all the time…”

“and what are my hands doing when you think about them?”

he enjoys it very much when she stutters, trying and failing to meet his eyes, to say the dirty words in her head out loud. that alone is enough for his painfully hard cock to throb again.

“go on,” he breathes over her skin and lets his hands trail up and down her body, “show me what my hands do.”

she places her palm on the back of his hand, so much smaller in comparison, and moves it down her body. he lets his fingers trail, lets the callouses pads of his fingers brush over every inch of skin he can until she stops just at the waistline of her jeans and looks up at him again.

“i want you t-to…to touch me. use your fingers on me.”

“that what you think about hmm?” slowly, the slowest he possibly can without jumping out of his own skin, he undoes the button of her jeans. then he pulls down the zipper, all the while letting his knuckles drag across her skin. she shivers at the smallest of touches, so responsive and perfect.

“words, darling,” he taunts again. “i’ll stop touching you if you stop telling me what you want.”

“ross,” she whines, and tries to grind against his hand, tries to push it deeper in her pants but he quickly gathers her wrists together and tuts at how little strength he needs, how easily he can hold both her wrists together with just one hand while using the other to feel her up through her underwear.

it’s soaked and he can clearly feel her clenching and unclenching, desperately trying to move her hips and grind shamelessly against his hand but he won’t give her what she wants until she forces the filthy words out.

“please!”

“you’re soaked, sweetheart. i can give you what you want but only if you ask for it.”

her eyebrows knit together and she almost looks… angry, about as feral and threatening as a little bunny. “fine…” she huffs, “i want–i want you to fuck me. with your fingers.”

the crass words sound filthier from her mouth, like she shouldn’t be saying things like these to lecherous old men in dark corners on even darker nights. “see?” he grins at her, all sharp teeth ready to almost rip into her, “was that so hard?”

when they kiss again, ross pushes his tongue inside her mouth until all he can taste is her, until all her can smell is her. his fingers move faster against her clothed pussy, making the fabric soak more than it was before and her legs spread wider, her hips move faster until she’s soaking his hand and practically rutting against it.

she’s shaking, clenching around nothing and looking at him with tears in her eyes—so frustrated now, constantly whining for him to push his fingers inside her. slowly, ross pushes the underwear aside and circles her entrance with his middle finger. before she has the chance to whine again, he plunges the fingers inside and swallows her cry with another kiss.

she clenches around his finger desperately, slickening his hand every time he pushes into her, more so when he adds another finger and thrusts into her faster. as a reward he lets go of her wrists and she immediately latches onto him, pushes her hands inside his shirt and lets them greedily roam all over his body. she traces his chest and down his stomach, she lets her nails trail up his back, scratching and digging into his flesh every time he thrusts his fingers deep inside her.

her breathing quickens and she starts pressing kisses to his jaw, tracing the golden chain around his neck with her tongue. every so often she tries to nip at his skin, to leave some of her own marks behind. once or twice he lets her… but it’s more fun to hear her gasp and mewl and cry out his name.

“good girl,” he coos at her, “taking it so well, sweetheart.”

“feel so good,” she whispers and lets her head fall back. under his hand, her thigh spasms lightly and his pulse pounds all over his body—his chest and throat and stomach and fuck even his cock that so hard and leaking with precum now.

he needs her so bad, bad enough that he entertains the idea of pulling his fingers out and bending her over right there.

but this might be his one and only time with her and he needs to make it memorable.

he needs her to feel him between her legs for days and taste him on her tongue for weeks.

he needs to bottle up her gasps and whimpers and the feel of her cunt around his fingers and keep it hidden away forever.

so he needs to make her cum over and over again until she can’t remember any other name but his.

and he’s not about to do all that here of all places.

“‘m so close,” she moans out, rutting her hips faster now, almost trying to match his thrusts and ross increases his pace, presses his thumb against her clit harder than before. “kiss me.”

instantly, he obeys, getting lost into the kiss and the way it sends little currents through his blood. she’s no better either, exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue and riding her fingers until he can practically feel her dripping down his hands and wrist. until she lets out a string of curses and her eyes roll back. she lets out a broken moan, louder than all the ones before and he feels her squeeze around his fingers harder then before.

then he feels her release, gushing onto his hand until he has to hold her up so her legs won’t give out on her.

ross doesn’t stop though, he pumps his fingers in and out of her, each time earning himself another cry or hiss or groan until the tremor in her body subsides to a slight shiver and she presses her face into his chest, sweaty and barely coherent.

“that was–” she tries and breaks off. “you were–”

“have i left you speechless, sweetheart?” he teases pointedly. “look at me.”

when she manages to open her eyes, ross pulls his fingers out of her and brings them to her mouth.

“suck,” he orders. to his surprise she obeys without hesitation. her mouth closes over his fingers, taking them all the way in until her lips are around the base of his fingers. then she swirls her tongue around them and licks them clean. every inch, every crevice.

she lets them go with a slight pop and ross almost gets on his knees right there.

“you are not what i imagined,” he whispers, not trusting his voice at all.

“am i better?”

he only nods in response and kisses her deeply, tasting her on his tongue, tasting the tang of her release mixed with her saliva.

“let me take you home,” he offers. “i want to fuck you. but not here. i want to fuck you properly.”

“like a gentleman,” she giggles.

he worries she might say no. but she only pulls away to button her jeans properly.

“let’s go then,” she smiles mischievously and hooks a finger through his chain, eyeing it with intent. “i have thought of loads of other things apart from your hands.”

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INSIDE JOKE ➤ TENYA IIDA X GN! READERミ★

IIDA NOTICES HOW YOU’RE ALWAYS LAUGHING AROUND HIM. YOU TELL HIM IT'S AN "INSIDE JOKE"; AND HE WANTS IN.

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“So that’s why he walks like that?”

Snickers, a chuckle, and a giggle or two sound off on the right of Iida’s ear. This wasn’t the first time he’s involuntarily heard in on you and a couple of students’ “gaggle-fests” as he would name it.

sometimes they’d range from short snorts to full-out laugh attacks. He’d watch in utter confusion as he’d watch you curl on the floor, eyes brimming with tears as you fell weak from hysterical laughter.

Whenever he comes to your aid (because you’re so weak you can’t stand) you breathe out. “It’s an inside joke.”

“An inside joke? I see.”

Iida would come to terms with that for a short period of time. Seeing as your laughing fits bring a certain air to the classroom. The feelings of an educational-based professionalism flew right out the window whenever a tiny giggle passed through your lips.

Seeing you get sent out the room to finish your fits of laughter by yourself. You somehow made things less…tense?

Iida didn’t mind your inside jokes, but he wondered why most of your “jokes” were in fact “inside”.

…hm

He also wondered why as soon as he turned to you, you’d burst out laughing. And he also wondered whenever he’s interacted with you; you always seem as if you’re bound back by a giggle.

And he also, also—wondered why whenever he’d pass you by in the halls you’d hold back your laughs and go into a hushed whisper.

Why was Iida always at the scene of your humorous crimes? Why was he never committing the crimes? Why was he never an inside whiteness?

“So you’re telling me…you think you’re being bullied?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

Midoriya pulls a thin line onto his lips. “Well, then we have to contact Aizawa sensei at once. Bullying isn’t nice; trust me I’d know.”

“Right, let’s go— wait!” Iida halts his steps and ponders for a moment. Turning to the green ball of hair, he frowns.

“Well we can’t base our accusations just off of a hunch, I need full proof evidence.” The raven-haired man pushes his crafted glasses up to rest a little too snug against the bridge of his nose.

“And how would we do that?” Midoriya questions (a twinge of sass in his voice). The two men sit in silence for a while, at least while that was happening one of them was thinking of solutions.

“I think I’ll just confront them about it,” Iida says.

“Yeah, I think you should.”

Giggle, chuckle, snort, cackle—today was the day he’s had enough.

It wasn’t just your gaggle-fest that sent him into an internal frenzy. Iida was currently trying to process his current bi-weekly progress report. This was created by himself, of course.

Iida’s currently realized that he’s 20 points down from his last mark. He’s supposed that he was in due for an upgrade on his engines. But he also noticed that he was marked off by sensei during sparring for doing an illegal move.

“Too dangerous for your caliber.” Or whatever.

He’s also noticed that it takes a little bit longer to finish his homework. His hair has grown exceptionally longer than he’d like. Due to this, he’d constantly have to move his hair out of the way and readjust his glasses.

So his academic performance is deducted by some points.

Great. Now he’s down 30 points. This is his all-time low—

“Shut up!”

You cackled.

As loud as ever, of all days. It had to be today.

Shoulders growing stiff, eyes going wide, and hands becoming pin-point sharp. He snaps.

“Y/n, we need to talk!” His voice rang loud, echos bunching off the four corners of the classroom. Usually, the classroom would be unfazed, but this time everyone jumped (or at least turned their way) to look over.

He was yelling at you.

He watched as the yellow-haired goober silently cackled next to you. But this time IIda looked at you dead in the eyes. And you weren’t laughing this time.

“Okay”

“You’re going to report me to Aizawa—for bullying?” you grimaced.

“Yes.”

“May I ask why?”

“…Yes.”

“…Why?”

“Well…”

Iida began his rant to you. His feelings of always being the butt of your inside jokes without him knowing. He always felt as if he was purposely put out of the loop. He just wants to be included, he wants to know what makes to giggle…

He wants to know what makes you topple off your chair and clutch your stomach crying-laughing for dear mercy. He wants to make you smile in a more wholesome/genuine way. Not a knifing smile you show him when it seems you’re obviously talking shit about him.

He just wants to make you smile…well sounds a little more like a personal goal–

“Iida” you deadpanned.

“Yes! Sorry for the ramble.”

“I feel as if you’re expressing something a little more than what you want to express.” You show a smirk at him.

“W-what?” Iida grows nervous as the conversation has gone from confrontation to interrogation.

“But it’s okay, because you’re right” Your tone sounds defeated, a little disappointed. Iida’s eyes widen.

“Of course! Like I said; you must be reported to Aizawa–“

“Do you wanna know what the inside joke is?” You asked, a twinge of sassy anticipation trickles through your words as your smirk grows into a smile.

Pushing his glasses out, he lets out a hum. He really wanted to hell out his answer, but chose to keep his composure last minute.

“The joke is…you’re just so clueless! Plus you’re cute.”

Plack! Iida’s glasses dropped.

“Excuse me?”

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Guilty As Sin?

A/N: this is (extremely) mildly NSFW.

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It wasn’t unusual for him to find Ginny already there when Harry returned home from work. Her training schedule typically finished a few hours before he left the office. Normally, upon arriving home, he found her in the living room, pouring over the latest issue of Quidditch Times, or, if the weather was good, in the garden, flying like she hadn't spent her entire day doing that very thing. Harry did not, as a general rule, come home to find Ginny in their rarely-used dining room, leaning against the wooden table with a thin dragon-hide wallet clutched in her hands.

The smile that had automatically bloomed on Harry's face at the prospect of seeing Ginny quickly morphed into a frown as he inclined his head at the object in her hand. “What are you doing with that?”

“This?” Ginny didn't look the least perturbed by his expression as she held the wallet up, letting it fall open for Harry's inspection. “Like my badge, do you?”

“It's not your badge.” He felt a smirk tug at one corner of his lips, but Harry forced it down, intrigued to see what purpose she'd apparently pickpocketed him without his notice for.

“Of course it is,” Ginny pushed off the table, coming to stand directly in front of him. She held the badge up to his face, conveniently covering Harry's picture with her thumb, so that only the Ministry seal and his name were visible. “See, it says Potter, last I checked, that was my name – now, take a seat, I'm trying to conduct a very serious investigation.”

She pulled out the closest chair and directed Harry into it before he had an opportunity to protest. He watched, from his new seat, simultaneously confused and curious, as Ginny made her way around the table, trailing a finger slowly across the wooden surface before she took the chair directly across from him.

“What seems to be the matter, Auror Potter?” He heard himself ask. Ginny gave him an approving nod, as though he'd just perfectly delivered a line from a script he hadn't known he was reading.

Then her eyebrows pinched together in a look of extreme concern. “I'm sorry to tell you, there's been a murder committed in this house –” the pronouncement was accompanied by a wink that was obviously meant to allay the tension that gathered within Harry upon hearing it. “Geraldine is dead.”

A strong wave of relief rushed through him, quickly receding, giving way to yet more confusion. “Geraldine?” he repeated. “Geraldine the Fanged Geranium?”

The monstrosity of a plant had been gifted to them by Percy; Harry had hated it since the moment it had entered the house, its fangs barred menacingly at anyone who dared look at it. Ginny, on the other hand, in a display of surprisingly Hagrid-like behaviour had been enchanted by the horrid thing and had decided, inexplicably, to name it Geraldine.

“Yes,” Ginny confirmed. “I found her on the kitchen windowsill this afternoon – her leaves were drooping and her petals had fallen off – someone hadn't watered her.”

Harry tried very hard to maintain an innocent expression under the weight of her accusatory glare. “Maybe she's not dead, maybe she's sleeping.”

This suggestion was met by a deeply unimpressed look from Ginny which might have been believable if not for the crease at the corner of her mouth, which Harry knew meant she was trying not to laugh. “Plants don't sleep, Harry.”

“I thought you were an Auror, not an expert Herbologist?”

The crease deepened. “I have many talents.”

“Apparently not keeping plants alive.”

Ginny's eyes narrowed and Harry regretted the comment almost at once. She pushed out of her seat and crossed back around the table, looking down at him as she leant on the wooden surface beside him. “I didn't kill her… you didn't water her.”

“Yes, I did,” Harry protested.

Her arms folded over her chest. “Prove it.”

“That's not how it works,” Harry said through a laugh as he shook his head. “You're accusing me of something, you either need to get me to confess or you have to prove it.”

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this simplified explanation of the justice system, Ginny's smile finally broke free. There was a hint of triumph in it that made Harry's nerves stand on end.

Her hand slid against the smooth surface of the table as she lowered herself until her face was beside his, her lips almost brushing against his ear. “I guess I'll have to get you to confess then.”

Her breath caressed his skin as she spoke. Harry fought against the shiver that tried to creep down his spine. “Good luck with that.”

“Oh, I don't need luck,” Ginny said, sliding closer so that Harry was forced to push his chair back, giving her room to sit on the table directly in front of him. “I have plenty of powers of persuasion.”

Harry snorted in disbelief. “None that would be considered regulation.”

“Maybe not, but I play by my own rules.” As though to prove her point, she extended one of her legs, her toe sliding idly up the inside of Harry's calf. Her head tilted to the side; a wave of vivid red hair cascaded over her shoulder. “Now, are you going to cooperate or do I have to use force?”

Ginny's foot glided past his knee, towards his thigh; Harry inhaled sharply. His eyes met hers across the small distance that separated them and he could see the challenge she'd issued sparking with them. “I think you're going to have to use force.”

“That's a shame,” Ginny sighed as she pushed off the table, though everything about her languid movements suggested that was exactly what she'd wanted him to say. Her hand came to rest on the back of Harry's chair, supporting her as she leaned into him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, so close but not actually touching him. “I was really hoping to put this case to bed.”

Harry kept his eyes locked on the bare stretch of wall over Ginny's shoulder, determined to ignore the three buttons she'd left open on her shirt, and the view it offered him from this particular angle as much as he was ignoring the insinuation in her words. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

Undeterred, Ginny hummed quietly. Her free hand reached up, fingertips finding Harry's chin and forcing his eyes to meet hers again. The heat he saw building in them seemed to transfer to his blood which scorched in his veins. “Why make this harder than it needs to be?”

Her fingers trailed from his jaw to his neck, stroking lightly across his skin. Harry swallowed beneath her fingertips.

His hands gripped the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white, determined not to give her the satisfaction of touching her despite how desperately he wanted to. “Is this how you think interrogations work?”

She moved in closer, all but straddling him on the dining room chair. The tip of her nose brushed against Harry's cheek, her fingers wove up into his hair; his eyes fell closed at the contact. “I'm the Auror, I'll be doing the questioning.” The statement was punctuated by her teeth scraping against the shell of his ear.

His resolve snapped in an instant; Harry's hands left the arms of his chair, finding Ginny's hips instead. He pulled her to him, until her body was settled flush against his. Her mouth was still at his ear, her lips grazing over it, but Harry was rewarded for the bold move by a small sigh that escaped her before she could stop it.

“Really?” He asked doubtfully, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, fingers dancing over her skin. “Because you haven't actually asked me any.”

Momentarily silent, Ginny's back arched into Harry's touch, guiding his hand further up towards her chest. She released another sigh directly into his ear. Harry bit his lip against a responding groan.

“Did you forget to water the stupid plant?” she asked, her tone confirming what Harry had always suspected; she didn't have the patience to be an Auror.

“If I confess, are you going to show me leniency?” he aimed for an amused tone, but Ginny's hips rolled against him as he spoke and his words came out audibly strained.

That small hint of weakness from him was enough for Ginny to regain some of her composure. Her smile was downright sinful as she pulled back from his neck, pausing with her face barely an inch from his. Her lips brushed softly against his as she spoke, “I never have before… but why don't you try it and see?”

Ignoring the suggestion, Harry surged forward, determined to turn her frustratingly light movements into a real kiss, but Ginny leaned back out of his reach. Her tongue darted out, licking against her maddeningly out of reach lips. One of her eyebrows quirked upwards, the gesture a silent command.

He hesitated for a moment, weighing his options, his gaze caught on Ginny's glistening mouth.

A second was all she allowed. One of her hands disentangled from his hair; her fingers slid down his neck, caressing against a spot beneath his ear where they both knew he particularly liked her mouth. “Of course, if this isn't working for me, I can try other, less physical methods to–”

“Guilty.”

Tne word burst from him before Harry could stop it. He couldn't really remember what he was confessing to anymore. He didn't care as long as Ginny was moving back towards him as she was currently doing, her sultry smile suggesting that he'd made the correct choice in letting her win this one. If this was the punishment –

“I'm definitely guilty.”

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February Filth Fest Day 25

Prompt: Manhandling/Strength Pairing: Changbin x girlfriend!reader WC: 1,820 Summary: Don’t tease Changbin about his height.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Changbin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. By clicking “read more” you are saying you are of age to interact with my work.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

TW//CW: P in v sex, play fighting turning into more, Changbin is a little rough, undernegotiated kink, little to no prep, lots of manhandling, reader called “fuckdoll”, “brat”, and “babe”, previously established relationship. Creampie reference, cumming on reader.

You toddled towards your five foot something boyfriend, grinning and shrieking with glee. “Binnie look how much taller I am than you,” you cackle, an ankle promptly wobbling and threatening to roll. Changbin’s mouth presses into a thin chagrined line. “Wow, how did you do that so suddenly? What sort of magic could it be?” You stumble a little, the newly gifted shoes murder your toes worse than anything you’ve ever worn. Landing with a giggle, elbows on your boyfriends shoulders, your tits practically clang in front of his face. Not one to miss an opportunity Changbin leans into you face first and blows fruitlessly into your cleavage, moterboating attack thwarted barely by your camisole. “I think I like these heels actually.” “Pervert,” you slap his shoulder playfully. “Whatchu gonna do shortie?” The negging continues. Changbin isn’t subtle, wearing a pout across his face as the wheels in his head turn. “Maybe I’ll wear these all the time, it’s so fun looking down at you from here.” When Changbin snaps he does it suddenly and without much warning, a tremendous “yah” coming from his lungs as he backs away from you. It throws you off balance again, without his body to steady you, you begin to teeter and topple forward in surprise. He hooks his shoulder under your waist as he grabs the backs of your thighs, tipping you over him with ease. Hoisted over Changbins shoulder you kick and squeal and gasp. It’s not exactly comfortable as his arm grasps you firmly around your thighs, upper half dangling off of his back. “You really wanna wear those around all the time? You really think you can handle that,” Changbin smiles with smug defiance that echos in the tone of his voice. Your ass peaks invitingly out from under your shorts as they ride up on you, it’s too inviting. Calloused from weights at the gym, his rough hand makes contact with your globes. Squealing and thrashing in its wake Changbin winds up again, landing another swat with a hearty ‘thwack.’ “BINNIE!” You yelp, dangling over to try to swat at his ass in retaliation as he walks you down the hall to the bedroom. “You’re such a meathead!” You whine. As embarrassing as it his, the over display of strength has your insides twisting pleasantly, not just from the force of gravity pinning you to his shoulder. If he really didn’t want to let you go, you wouldn’t be able to escape at all.

In direct opposition to your feeble attempts to get him to drop you, you grapple for his arms as he tosses you backwards off of him and into the cushion of the bed. Splayed out, limbs akimbo, you’re disoriented long enough for him get be on top of you. “Now who is looking down at who?” He smirks, kissing your nose lightly. You puff at him. “Me Changbin, me man, me claim woman.” You mock with an eye roll. “Claim?” He smirks, knees scooting between your thighs easily, pushing your legs farther open for him. He leans in and kisses you so delicately, light enough that it leaves you craning upwards harder into it. “I like the sound of claiming you.” He kisses the side of your neck, just below your jawbone. As good as your front is, it’s helpless faced with his warm breath on your collar bone, both of your hearts beating faster than usual. “I’m not that easy you know.” You try to wriggle out from under him, turning your torso to escape from the side. Changbin easily thwarts this attempt, his hand following your shoulder as you turn and easily turning you over in his arms, face down into the sheets with his arm holding you down between your shoulder blades. He grinds his hips against your ass, erection pressed between your cheeks, “then fight me. I’m not easy either.” Your arms fly behind you, reaching for any bit of him to grasp for leverage. Again he counters you, falling forward over you to protect himself as he pins your flailing limbs below. He’s dense, almost pure muscle at this point between cutting and bulking, his unsupported weight forces the air from your lungs. Restricted by the mattress pushing back up into you as gravity pulls Changbin down, your head starts to feel light and fuzzy. When he’s finally firmly got a hold on your wrists he backs up, dragging your chest back with him. Ass presenting to him, your first full breath is born with a moan as you grind mindlessly back against him. “You like that, huh?” He taunts, “put in your place. Thrown around like a little fuckdoll.” Closing your eyes, you moan and nod. Heat pulses in your walls, stupidly needy. Holding your wrists pinned to your back with one hand, his other explores your body, palm rough and calloused from hours in the gym. Wasting no time, he yanks your shorts down, you can hear the waistband pop as it stretches suddenly, the elastic tearing as it fails to accommodate his forcefulness. The air feels cold against your dripping slit. You hadn’t realized just how ready you were, Changbin shoving two digits into your wet cunt easily. He growls as you fuck back on him, leveraging the momentum to force his fingers deeper and harder and faster. The space between his ears feels cottony as he hones in on your shaking form, focused on making you squeal and twitch and fight against his grasp. “Do i feel small now?” Your body tries to challenge his grip as pain and pleasure blurs into an overwhelming burning sensation. “Shit, Changbin, fuck! Huh-hurts.” Gasping and sobbing into the sheets you leave damp spots of snot and spit and tears for your skin to press into. Your walls convulse around his fingers, flooding him with release. “Going to stop being such a brat?” Changbin pants, tugging his fingers free and landing a hearty slap on your bare bottom. “Fuck-” you warble. “Holy fuck.” The bed shifts as Changbin tugs down his pants, “is that really all you’ve got?” The fat tip of his cock presses against your entrance. As ready as you might be for him, he’s as thick down there as he is everywhere else. He pauses, your lips barely stretching around him, shallowly fucking your walls into accepting him. “I thought you were so much bigger than me.” Your stomach twists. You need him. Fucking hell you need him so bad. Your gut clenches again around nothing. “Please Binnie, please,” you start to beg and swirl your hips. The air is forced from your lungs as he pushes into you fully, collapsing over your back so his chest hangs over you, letting gravity pull him down as far as he can go, still a good quarter of his shaft to go.. Squealing and toes curling, your legs kick up behind you, body fighting the sudden intrusion into your under prepared walls. Your gut flutters as you feel him stir there, tugging back to prepare for another drive into your wet heat. “Who is little now, huh?” Changbin laughs. “Do I feel short to you?” You pant, bracing yourself for the next thrust, “you-you’re so big. Please-PLEASE,” he thrusts suddenly, making you scream. “Oh FUCK, you’re so fucking huge please,” you sob, wriggling and trying to adjust to his girth. Much to your relief he stays there, swirling your hips together to stretch you around him. “That’s right,” he whispers, “louder.” “It’s too big,” you practically sob. “Binnie, you’re too big. Too much.” For a second Changbin’s thoughts turn to fuzz as you writhe, body fighting the strangely intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure. Pinned, speared, fucked. His in every sense of the word. “I didn’t hear you, don’t you have something to say to me?” “Too big, so big, oh fucking christ, oh fuck Binnie.” Clenching, your core burns shamefully with the heat of pure animalistic lust. The rumble of his chest as he growls shakes whats left of the air in your lungs, his hips snapping painfully into you with a single percussive hit that fully forces your lungs to empty. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll make it fit. I’ll make it all fit.” Changbin repeats like a man possessed as he leans back to admire his work. Palming a lobe each he spreads you wide, thumbs tugging at your slit. “You’re so tiny, babe. So fucking tight around me. I’mnot-I won’t break you. Just take it, okay?” Your walls grip him as he pulls slightly back before ramming full speed against you as you wheeze like a freshly opened coke bottle. Hips leaning hard and insistent your stomach feels like it’s distending downwards, truly rearranging your guts as he periodically repeats the action. Pulling back, jolting forward, forcing a variety of squeaks and groans and wheezes from your lungs as he makes space for his cock in your diaphragm. But lord you take him well, crumpling a little just for him to rearrange you, a tower meant to be knocked down over and over. Finally he’s sufficiently fucked you open, last bits of resistance yielding as he scoops your torso up to his chest, gravity making sure to fill you with every millimeter that you could possibly take. He’s warm and all encompassing and that’s what you love about fucking him. Especially as the cool air wafts against your back. There’s no worry that you’ll hurt him as you fingers rake his back. His muscles are unyielding to your grasp, leaving you to trace the lines of separation between them like crags of a cliff. Thighs tensing and shaking, you hold onto him as tension and tempo keep your hips bouncing back against his. “Fucking-hell-BINNIE-” your cries come out as staccato’d gasps as you cling. “Yeah babe, just a lil’ more-” he grunts, his iron defense starting to break as his own builds in his already taut frame. “Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on my big stupid dumb cock?” He taunts you as he stutters and pants, re-adjusting his grip to bring your hips harsher down on him. “Yes! Fuck! Gonna cum on your stupid big cock you asshole,” you practically scream, arms wrapping over his shoulders and squeezing him as you explode. Shaking and jittering as every muscle in your body spasms, you close your eyes as you feel the both of you topple back into the bed. Changbin pulls from you, he feels gigantic as he towers over the edge of the bed, watching you writhe in pleasure. It only takes a nudge of his thigh and press of his palm to display you. Eyes trained to your poor puffy and dripping pussy he cums, hot white streaks splattering up to your belly button. Slowly he traces the remnants, chuckling to himself as you whine your protests. “Only good girls get creampies.”

TY for reading, i know changbin and strength kink? Super original.

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ja3hwa · 1 year

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Day 26 : Vampire - SeongJoong

「Title」 : In The Night

「Word count」 : 2.53k

-> Genre: Smut. Angst. Fantasy Au.

Paring: Vampire!Husband!Hongjoong x Dutchess!Reader x Knight!Husband!Seonghwa

[Warnings] : Sweat. Mention of dying and death. Sickness. Blood drinking. Cutting yourself (this could be very triggering please be mindful) some powerplay. Unprotected sex (dont do that). Desperate Dom Hongjoong. Switch-to sub Reader. Dom Seonghwa. Making out. Swearing. Crying. Some angst. Seonghwa kinda just sits and watches ahah. Let me know if I missed anything.

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Something was wrong before you even stepped foot in the throne room. All the torches were trailing a thin line of smoke and a haze had swallowed the moonlight coming from the slightly covered windows. Heavy breathing can be heard from the other side of the room. You can tell it’s Hongjoong before you even cross halfway to the throne.

“Hongjoong?” You call out.

“Stop,” comes a weak plea.

You take a couple of steps closer and see your husband curled up into a ball on the throne with a blanket wrapped around him. He’s sweaty and his hair is sticking to his skin, covering his face. His shoulder moves heavily with each breath, forcing air in and out of his lungs. You reach out a shaky hand to touch his shoulder but he flinches away from you.

“Hongjoong,” you say again.

Slowly and jittery he looks up to you. He’s pale and his eyes are dark in the shadows. There’s drool and snot all over his face and he looks as if he’s been crying. You’ve never seen him like this and it’s scaring you. You don’t know how to comfort him. He’s the Duke of Tarren, he’s a leader. He’s never shown weakness.

“I… I don’t know what’s happening,” he breathes out through gritted teeth feeling pain cloud his judgement.

You clasp your hands close to your chest. “What do you want me to do?” You ask with sincerity. You want to help, you want to make whatever this is, stop.

He looks off for a second before coming back to you. “Seonghwa. Grab Hwa,” he says before curling into a ball groaning in agony.

Knight Seonghwa, he’ll know what’s happening. You rush off, leaving your husband to find help. You rush down the hallways and across the castle with your dress pulled up high. How unladylike some would say. Finally getting to the knight’s quarter you bang on Seonghwa’s door. No response. You knock again and this time there’s an answer from the other side, a very tired answer. The door finally opens and your other husband opens the door with nothing on. You’ve seen his jewels a thousand times so you don’t even take any notice in the moment.

“Put some clothes on, Hongjoong needs you,” you blurt out. “He’s ill and I don’t know what to do!” You exclaim.

Seonghwa’s eyes widen as if he was now fully awoken and moves back into his room to grab some clothes. “Why not grab the doctor!?” He calls back.

“He wanted you!”

With your reply, he only looks even more confused. He slips on his pants and then a belt along with his knife. Just in case. Once dressed, you lead him all the way back to the throne room. The smoke has cleared since the doors have been opened and you can spy that Hongjoong has fallen off the thrown onto the floor. He’s still wrapped up in his blanket and breathing heavily. You and Seonghwa rush over to him as an uncontrollable fear squeezes your chest.

Seonghwa kneels down and rolls Hongjoong over with a hand on his shoulder. Their Duke shouts in pain as if the touch of another is tormentful. Hongjoong sits up and shuffles backwards until he hits the throne with a huff. He looks at them and you’re able to finally see it. His eyes shimmer a scarlet red. They look to you as if you’re just prey and nothing more. His heavy breathing stops and it’s almost as if his eyes narrow down on you, ready to strike within seconds.

Before he can do anything, Seonghwa steps in between you and the Duke. He forcefully places his hand on Hongjoong even though he hisses in pain, trying to get away from him. But he holds him in place as he moves his neck to one side, then the other, shaking it side to side. A sharp breath is taken in like Seonghwa is shocked to see something. You can’t see from where to stand but it must be bad.

“He got you,” Seonghwa curses.

“What? What got him?” You ask.

“No,” Hongjoong almost whimpers. “Get away from me before I hurt you.”

You step around Seonghwa to see what he’s looking at. His fingers brush over a red bite mark on Hongjoong neck. It looks painful and there’s dried blood all around it.

“What’s happened,” you ask again. You have the right to know.

“I’m a fool,” Hongjoong says before covering his head with his blanket, hiding himself away.

Seonghwa sits back with his knees to his chest. His gaze is hazy, he’s thinking, maybe overthinking. You kneel down next to him and place your hand over his. He slowly looks to you, staring at you for the longest time.

“On the brink of dawn today on our way back from South Tarren, we were attacked. It was only one man and he took down five of our finest soldiers,” he tells out, looking off as if reliving the day. “This man separated us and I lost sight of our Duke for only a minute. Just one...But I guess that was all it took.”

“Who was this man?”

“No.” He looks to you. “What was this man. I’ve only heard of tales in the north of these creatures. These creatures that live off blood and with it, they have a strength that is beyond any man. But they crave blood and that’s what this creature was doing. He drained my men of their blood as I saved our Duke. I… I had to leave them there to save him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this happened?” You ask, more worry swelling up in your throat.

“We didn’t want to tell you of this attack to not worry you,” Seonghwa admits.

You look back to Hongjoong cowering away. You don’t feel disgusted for what he is… or what he’s becoming. You feel pity and you still want to help him. You reach out and move the blanket away from your husband’s face. He flinches away but his red eyes meet your gaze. He expects to see anger, disgust or even fear. But none of that shows in your face. Worry is what he sees. Worry for him? But why?

“You don’t need to hide yourself. Tell me how to help,” you offer him your understanding.

He opens his mouth to talk but he shuts it, thinking his words over before he speaks, “I can’t stop wanting. Everything is so painful. I can feel and hear everything and…” he trails off, looking at your chest, “I can hear your heart. I can hear your blood rushing through it.”

You can feel your heart quicken a little at the thought. But still, no fear comes across you. This is Hongjoong, he wouldn’t harm you. And Seonghwa is here if anything goes sideways. So you do something that you never thought you would.

You grab Seonghwa’s knife from his belt and hold it out. Hongjoong’s eyes widen and your other husband begins to protest but you stop both of them with a raised hand. You are not some damsel that needs to be protected. All you’ve ever wanted to do was help. With Seonghwa being a Knight of Tarren and Hongjoong being the Duke, you have never been able to feel your worth. You’ve kept it to yourself because you knew that both of them will say that you need not worry. But you do.

You hesitate before you cut on top of your arm. You don’t want to harm your own hand or cut too deeply in case you bleed out. It hurts. The pain has you gasping, breathing loudly. The knife is like a fire that won’t stop. The blood already begins to pool and dribble out of your wound. You look over to Hongjoong to see he’s staring at the blood with wide eyes, pupils dilated to small dots.

“It’s alright,” you say as you hold your arm out.

With that command, he grabs you and latches onto your arm. You can feel his teeth clamp down but it isn’t painful. The painful part is him sucking at the wound. Drinking in the blood. but underlining a pleasure deep within. maybe you were becoming delusional, but that didn't matter at this moment. Seonghwa grabs onto your other arm as support, his eyes never leaving Hongjoong. You breathe heavily, controlling yourself as your arm burns a heavenly sensation.

The blanket drops from Hongjoong's shoulders and you realize that he’s naked under it. And he’s growing hard. You can feel your face redden at the sight.

Hongjoong lets go with a gasp, inhaling deeply before coughing. He stares at your arm before touching the blood that’s smeared over his mouth.

“Y/N,” Seonghwa breathes out. “This can’t be good for the Duke.”

“Do you feel better?” You ask Hongjoong, ignoring Hwa at the moment.

Hongjoong nods with a short yes before quickly wiping his mouth with the blanket. He then rips a part of the blanket off with a strength you’ve never seen. He wraps it around your wound tightly and you hiss at the discomfort.

“I’m sorry,” Hongjoong apologises.

You grab his face and looks up at him. He winces at the touch but leans into it after a couple of seconds.

“There’s no need to be sorry,” you assure, bringing him in for a kiss, letting him know it’s alright. That there is no fear towards him. That he is still your husband and lover. You taste copper as you deepen the kiss and grip his hair in your fist.

He pulls away and looks at you, “Please, I… I need you right now.”

Seonghwa chuckles, “Why don’t we take you’s two to your room?”

Hongjoong shakes his head. “No, no. I need you here to make sure I don’t hurt her. As an order from your Duke,” he says as if he’s out of breath.

After a while of staring at Hongjoong, clicking in his head on what’s going on and then looking at you, he agrees. In all honesty, you’re a little turned on at having Seonghwa watch while Hongjoong takes you. But this shouldn’t be a funny matter because Hongjoong is now something different entirely and doesn’t know his own strength enough that he needs Seonghwa here to help. He’s desperate as well and desperation can be a dangerous thing in itself.

Hongjoong is on you as soon as Seonghwa agree. He’s kissing your neck and grazing his newfound fangs over your skin. The feeling goes straight in between your legs. You shuffle back into Seonghwa’s lap and Hongjoong follows you as if he is stalking your body. The blanket is long forgotten and Hongjoong towers over you on his hands and knees. He rides up your night dress with one hand, all the way to expose you to the cold air. You don’t wear anything underneath, for good reasons such as now. This was something Hongjoong taught you.

Seonghwa watches intensely at the flashes of the fangs that Hongjoong keeps grazing over your skin. He holds onto you tightly so you don’t slip away or so Hongjoong doesn’t drag you from him. You feel a light prick of the fangs but they’re gone before you know it. You finally open your eyes you hadn’t realized you'd closed to see Seonghwa grabbing the Duke by his hair.

“Watch yourself,” Seonghwa says firmly. “Don’t bite, my Duke.”

Hongjoong nods vigorously before Seonghwa lets go. One of your hands comes around and grips Seonghwa’s thigh while the other is placed on Hongjoong’s chest.

“Careful, love,” you whisper up to him.

He looks back to you, gazing over you with confusion, then care. He brings his face down to your neck for your comfort. With the hand on Hongjoong’s chest, you bring it down to your pussy and quickly open yourself up. You’re already wet and it’ll have to be enough. With a gentle hand, you guide Hongjoong’s cock into you. He utters and whines into your neck. A sound you’ve never heard from your Duke but it only brings warmth to your chest.

Hongjoong begins at a brutal pace that has you gasping at every thrust. He moves you upwards into Seonghwa’s lap further and further until you’re almost in a sitting position. You bring his head out of your neck and make him look at you.

“It’s okay, calm yourself. Easy, love,” you assure him, kissing his cheek and the corner of his mouth.

He slows down to a pace that sends a shock of pleasure through you with each push. He rests his forehead against yours as you grab Seonghwa’s legs again. You feel his hard-on against your back and it brings a small smile to your face. You push Hongjoong’s face back into your neck as he speeds up a little to ride out his high. You look up to Seonghwa who swallows thickly.

“You can have a go later tonight,” you tell him through pants as you pat his cheek softly. All he can do is stare at you as his face flushes a bright red. He blushes so easily, you thought.

Hongjoong grabs your hips a little too tightly and lifts them a little to get a better angle. You moan out loudly as he hits your spot over and over again, sending thrills through your being. You can feel yourself growing closer with each thrust. The pain is something you never knew you would enjoy. The searing grip of his hands is definitely going to leave bruises but the thought of it strangely excites you. You become louder and louder at just the thought, uncaring of anyone outside the throne room to hear.

The pleasure rips through you all at once, crashing into you like a wave at the beach. You gasp out loud and grab onto Hongjoong tightly as he keeps fucking into you through your orgasm. It’s blissful pain that has you panting and whining. Hongjoong’s thrust becomes stuttered and you know he’s close. He fucks into you once more, and then he dives deep, coming inside of you with a shuttering breath. The warmth that comes with his load sends a shiver down your spine.

The both of you are left panting and slowly, you collect yourselves. Hongjoong pulls out carefully but he stays laying atop of you. Seonghwa keeps holding onto your body as if something else is going to happen. Worry is still written on his face as he stares down at Hongjoong.

“We’ll work through whatever this is, Hwa,” you try and calm your lover's nerves. But he is a Knight for a reason. It is why he is a Knight in the first place. Hongjoong’s shoulders begin shaking and you feel a wetness fall on your collarbone. You lift his head up once more to see hot tears rolling down his face.

“Shh, shh,” you hush as you wipe his tears away. “It’s alright.”

You bring him in for a hug as he sobs. You rub his back as you think of the future. Of what’s to come. You’ll have to become the stone for both of them. None of you knows what Hongjoong truly is now only other than the folk tales that whisper in the night. It’s all a learning experience for all of you. But you’re ready for the challenge that comes with this. and so were they.

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Spiderman!Spencer x Seamstress!Fem!Reader

Spencer finds out he’s got super powers and he’s got the brain, powers, and abilities to become a superhero. Now all he needs is a costume. That’s where you come in.

Outline for a Spiderman!Spencer fic I’m writing based this post by @reidcoffeemoon. Let me know if anyone would actually be interested in reading a full version of it. Also please like and reblog, it’s my birthday today💕💕💕

•The two of you met at a Halloween party thrown by Penelope. You are a seamstress and whenever someone complimented your costume, you would proudly ramble about of the type of fabric you used.

•Spencer was the only one who actually listened and responded with his own facts about the fabric’s history.

•You gasped and smiled, raising your left hand to your chest. “You are my new favorite person.” You declared.

•While talking, you both found out you’re from Vegas. You worked as a seamstress for a burlesque show off the strip and did cosplay part time while he was off at learning Caltech. The two of you bond over a restaurant that shut down five years ago.

•Now in DC, you worked as a seamstress for the local theater and managed a thrift store by the university he works at. Cosplay makes up most of your income but you dream of creating a lingerie line.

•The two of you agree to meet up for coffee but before that happens, Spencer gets bitten by a spider.

• Was he was bitten by a spider while investigating an unsub who killed his victims spider venoms or did he wander into the wrong room while touring a science facility?

•Derek convinces him to try out being a superhero. Derek is part of a secret superhero group (The Avengers) and would like his friend to join (once he knows Spencer can handle superhero work).

•Spencer calls you a few weeks later. “Hey, um, I wanted your opinion on something. What kind of materials do you recommend for a sort of… workout costume?”

•Thankfully, you’ve been asked weirder questions throughout your career so it didn’t even phase you.

•You respond in a rambling style that would’ve confused other people, but not Spencer.

•”They’ve actually done some test work on using spider webs for body armor but the tests didn’t yield the best results but I think…”

•He listened to you talk while he designed a web slinging contraption for his wrists, occasionally throwing in a comment or two.

•He visits your thrift store a few days later to discuss his little project a little more.

•When it becomes apparent his skills aren’t as advanced as yours, you offer your services and schedule him to come to your place over the weekend.

•It’s purely friendly… but you can’t help but if some less than platonic thoughts come up while looking at certain measurements.

•Those less than platonic feelings did make you blind to some of his questions.

But if anyone asked you would say you’ve had weirder requests.

•“Would it be possible to make it bullet proof? And um… do you know how to make the fingers more um… thin but not thin?”

•The two of you kept meeting up to discuss his costume and sometimes even other things.

You never met anyone who made Russian lit or etymology sound so exciting before.

•But all things come to an end and once his costume is done you don’t see him for another few weeks. It sucks but life goes on.

You ignore the hurt in your stomach when he doesn’t respond to your text about asking about the foreign film fest at the local theater.

•Then, one night after work, you find yourself being on the wrong end of a gun by a mugger.

•Before you can handover your wallet however, a dark figure jumps down and when you open your eyes, the mugger is stuck to the wall with a sort of strange white substance.

•The figure pulls you to the top of the roof and you can finally get a good look at him.

•Spandex that shined in the same weaving pattern as the combination of rayon and viscose? Hands that were 7.49 inches long and 3.60 inches wide? The mask you spent the last two weeks creating?

•You squinted at him.

•“Spencer?!?”

•One long conversation in Spencer’s apartment later, and you’re telling him to come back so you can modify his suit to actually be made for crime fighting.

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HOUSE OF BALLOONS ━ C.L & C.S

🕊 2k celebration 🕊

based off ‘house of balloons’ by the weeknd

in which the only thing creating tension between the two drivers at ferarri is you, after carlos realises he met you a few months too late ━ and charles wants to make that clear.

warnings; lotta smut, smutty themes, or smut, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex, spanking, choking, slapping like twice but like lightly lol, charles is controlling and toxic but it’s okay, reader slightly toxic and confusing but we don’t blame her, degradation, praise, hair pulling, possessive charles, kinda controlling?? charles, literally just an ego fest for carlos and charles, mentions of silverstone and charles being fucked over with strategy

been on another level; since you came, no more pain

you look into my eyes, you can’t recognise my face

“it’s a casual thing.” charles had told him with a slap on his shoulder, the small thin lipped smile doing little to hide his daring eyes. the first time carlos had seen his teammate somewhat on edge, not that he was obviously appearing that way. but carlos could read charles by now.

he had asked about you. a few months into his first year with ferarri and besides getting a win with the team, his next biggest desire was you.

you in any way shape or form, despite him always remaining respectful ━ he couldn’t help but daydream about the not so respectful things he wanted to do to you. the moment he saw you he was hooked.

he’d wait. he’d told himself. a cocky mindset in all honesty, used to always getting what he wants. let himself settle into the team, not wanting to get on the wrong foot by sleeping with a coworker.

not yet at least.

but a few months in, towards the end of the 2021 season he realised he had no reason to wait anymore. the flirting between the pair of you was reciprocated, he wasn’t oblivious to your suggestive eyes and small smirks. the way your cheeks heated every time he tread closer to the line with a sweet compliment.

although mentioning you to charles made him realise he was oblivious to something else.

the monegasque had laughed when carlos spoke your name, shifted in his seat and raised his eyebrows slightly towards the spaniard.

carlos was slightly confused but didn’t show it, suddenly exposed to a different side of his teammate. had he said something wrong? it wasn’t clear as daylight but there was a slight smugness on charles face, also an unusual entitled front.

“you’re a year too late mate.” was all charles said, the small laugh he let out once more doing little to convince carlos that he was as unbothered as he seemed while quickly connecting the dots.

“you and her?” carlos hummed out, managing to not sound disappointed as he raised his eyebrows, although he felt his stomach drop from this news.

‘it’s a casual thing,’ was his parting words as carlos was left to watch charles raise to his feet and wander off.

he was in disbelief, was charles messing with him? how would he fail to mention he was screwing the team photographer? how did he fail to notice you were sneaking around with the other driver?

carlos’ questions were answered quite quickly though, suddenly paying a lot more attention to any interactions between the pair of you during the end of the year, and the start of the next.

“let me see,” charles spoke out after you took a few shots of him, using it as an excuse to stand alongside you ━ carlos watching as he leaned in towards you so he could look at the pictures on the camera screen.

although his arm sneaking around your waist and lips quickly ducking to your neck had you giggling, flinching as you mumbled something carlos couldn’t make out from across the garage.

no it hadn’t always been like this. charles was being like this because he knew carlos was watching. but the way you were reacting told carlos you were used to this attention from charles, just not in public.

he then picked up on every damn interaction. the way you’d stumble over you words ever so slightly in press meetings when catching charles eye. how the monegasque’s hands lingered on your waist after a greeting hug.

bumping into you on the way to his drivers room had never felt odd to him before, he never questioned why you’d be back here. but with his new knowledge it made sense relatively quickly.

“good luck out there,” you grinned widely when you approached each other in the narrow hall, carlos coming to a stop because he would always make time for you.

“thank you,” he grinned right back, water bottle in hand although after glancing over you once he noticed things he usually wouldn’t have looked out for. lips looked swollen. hair was tamed but not as neat as it had been this morning. the red marks on your neck.

almost on cue his eyes lifted and there was charles, leaning in the doorframe of his own drivers room practically glowing, the direction you had just come from. small smirk on his face and the fact his drivers suit was not done up when it had been earlier told carlos all he needed to know.

lucky bastard.

your eyes followed carlos’ relatively quickly, meeting the eyes of the guy you had just been on your knees for and the heat travelled up your neck and cheeks quickly as you realised it became quite clear what had just occurred to carlos ahead of you. he may not have you seen you left charles room but it didn’t take a genius to determine where you just were.

“you’re gonna smash it,” you rushed out with a guilty smile, avoiding his eyes now as you quickly rushed off ━ hand fixing your hair as if that would remove any suspicion.

it made him think back to all the missed signs. the amount of times you had wished him luck with your words in the damn hallway, realising only moments before you were wishing charles luck in a much better way.

any team celebration or outings he noticed you two leaving together, within minutes of one and other. it annoyed him to no end, because it appeared to be just sex. so it’s not like carlos had to push back his feelings or attraction out of respect for charles.

regardless charles was making it seem that way. he was all over you nowadays. okay, that was an exaggeration as everyone else was oblivious. carlos just paid extra attention now and the monegasque knew it.

he didn’t say anything though. it was all unspoken, carlos had silently been put in his place. charles was here first, got to you first; he didn’t see how he could slot in and he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

especially when you made things so much harder than they needed to be.

“hi,” you almost squeaked as you poked your head in the door, being met with a view of a defeated looking carlos. his eyes looked up to see you, and you couldn’t tell if he was relieved or annoyed it was you knocking at his door.

“not the best time for photos.” carlos mumbled, scratching the back of his neck as if it was obvious. even after back to back dnf’s, this one here in imola not being his fault; he couldn’t bring himself to kick you out completely like he would’ve anyone else.

your lips parted, quickly shaking your head at his assumption.

“no of course not,” you rushed out, cheeks heating at the eagerness you spoke with. “i was just checking on you.” you spoke out, lips pursing into a sheepish smile.

of course you were. always so thoughtful. so kind.

“oh right,” carlos nodded, failing to offer you a smile despite your words softening the disappointment he was currently feeling. if he wasn’t so caught up on his lack of luck he’d be over the moon that you had come to check up on, even with the race still going.

“if you want to be alone━” you began to say, shaking your head; fearing you had over stepped and already beginning to shut the door.

that brought carlos to his senses though. was he stupid?

“no.” he quickly spoke, pursing his lips as he realised how desperate he sounded. “no you don’t need to go. i’m just, not in the mood to talk,” he shrugged ━ and he wanted to sigh when you gave him an understanding smile.

of course you understood.

“that’s okay,” you spoke softly, slipping inside and shutting the door behind you ━ your eyes scanned over him for a moment, biting down harshly on your bottom lip.

his eyes met yours once more and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, definitely picking up on the way you were looking at him. the sexual tension undeniable, even though he’s tried so hard to deny it since finding out about you and charles.

“don’t think charles would want you here.” carlos spoke before he could think it through properly; blaming his lack of thought on his mood, and you were quick to appeared confused.

carlos regretted it the moment he said it, quickly realising he was implying you too felt the sexual tension. revealing he knew damn well about whatever is going on between you and his teammate.

“struggling to see how that’s relevant,” you spoke, titling your head in confusion as you took a few steps towards him; sudden wave of confidence washing over you.

carlos’ want for you wasn’t only picked up on by the monegasque, you were well aware and in all honesty waiting for him to do something about it.

but he never seemed to get past flirtatious comments and you were starting to grow fed up.

“he’d get the wrong idea.” carlos elaborated, breath hitching slightly when you didn’t stop moving, his head tilting up when you stood between his legs; and when your hands moved to rest on his shoulders he thought he may be hallucinating.

“what would that be?” you asked quietly, hands sprawling over the material of his suit; searching for any sense of alarm or hesitance on his face.

oh how you hoped you were reading the current situation right.

and you appeared to be, considering his lips parted to answer you, before clamping shut when he realised he had no answer. his hands grazing over the back of your thighs enough to give you full confidence in your advances.

“charles doesn’t own me.” you whispered softly, happily straddling his lap ━ hands tangling his hair immediately as your lips hovered over his, small smirk tugging on your own.

carlos had heard all he needed to, all he wanted to the past few months; his hands finding a home on your waist as he nodded slightly.

“does he know that?” carlos asked you quietly, almost challenging you as he gave your waist a small squeeze. he wanted some sort of control over this situation, some sort of dominance. but you had a hold over him he couldn’t explain, and you seemed to know it too.

the innocent smile you gave him had his jaw clenching, fully aware of every movement you made as you shuffled in his lap slightly.

“you sound like you want to fuck charles not me,” you sassed, lips ducking to press lightly against his jaw, a small hum escaping you as you busied yourself with peppering small kisses on his skin.

carlos let out a breathy laugh, a fake one; head falling back as he tried to make sense of what was actually happening right now. his cock was hardening, skin felt hot ━ the his hands couldn’t get a good enough grip on your skin.

he even found himself doubting if this was real. if it was a joke, unable to comprehend your bold moves and eagerness for him. he had picked up on your flirting but this was the last thing he had expected from you.

“you do want to fuck me hm?” you spoke up again, raising your head as your hand cupped the side of his face, eyes pouring into his. “seen the way you look at me. been waiting for you to do something about it,”

the spaniard lost all worry about your situation with charles from your bold and blunt words, deciding against answering and instead pressing his lips to yours before any better judgement slips in.

you gasped slightly from the sudden kiss, but with no complaints as you quickly found yourself kissing back ━ hands moving to grasp the sides of his face.

the makeout session was one that had been a long time coming, desperate and eager; a mess of tongue and teeth as you happily let carlos let out his frustrations from the race.

his frustrations from being starved of you for so long.

“i knew━” you began to speak out of breath when his lips left yours, but his hand stopped you; snatching your chin in a tight grip, so quick you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you.

“not in the mood for your bratty mouth,” carlos huffed out ━ finger tapping your bottom lip absentmindedly, and despite the amused smile that crept onto your face you were quick to nod.

“wanna make you feel better,” you confessed, leaning forward slightly in an attempt to connect your lips again. carlos was quick to lean back, watching as you let out a small breath from the lack of contact. it was obvious to the pair of you he was needy for you, he needed to see it reciprocated. just for a moment. “wanna make you feel good. please,” you continued.

quite quickly you realised what he liked, the way he swallowed intently from a few submissive words. it was all he needed to hear before his lips were back on yours, more than eager to let you help him fuck his frustrations out.

you’re in my world now; you can stay, you can stay

but you belong to me, oh you belong to me

charles pieced things together incredibly quickly.

it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, considering his little hiccup on track he was more than eager to get his hands on you.

what was purely sex had become a necessity to the ferarri driver every race weekend. win, points, dnf, podium it didn’t matter; he’d find a reason to be inside you one way or another.

so when you struggled to give the right words in response to his race, failed to reassure him that the mistake wouldn’t defy him; he was quick to realise you hadn’t been watching.

weird.

“you’ll bounce back,” your voice broke him out of his heavy mind, eyes snapping back to you as you absentmindedly played with your camera.

he only nodded, silent as he glanced over you.

your cheeks were flushed. your hair was now tied up. mascara under your eyes was slightly smudged, not enough to notice unless you were focusing. not to mention the forming red mark on the right of your neck.

that wasn’t left by him. he’d only mark you up below the collarbones, for him to see.

“were you watching?” charles asked, in no mood to beat around the bush and the alarm on your face from his question practically answered it.

“what? of course.” you laughed, eyes adverting down onto your camera once more, in no way able to lie under the intense stare of his green eyes.

charles day seemed to only be getting worse, tensing up visibly at his suspicion of you lying to his face.

“don’t lie to me.” charles practically grumbled, his tone filling your stomach with dread. there’s no way he knows? how could he possibly know he hadn’t even been out the car an hour.

“i was watching.” you spoke in certainty, looking up at him once more. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you chewed the inside of your cheeks.

you watched as he looked at you skeptically, before his eyes scanned the surrounding area.

it dawned on him the moment he saw his spanish teammate. his friend actually. meeting his eyes and being met with a smile from the driver was odd, considering carlos shouldn’t have much to smile about right now.

charles knew what could make him smile after a race like that though, what could have him carrying his head so high ━ it was right in front of him, staring up at him with irresistible eyes and what made charles feel better after a shitty race.

and he had no doubt in his mind that’s exactly what happened.

“is carlos okay?” charles questioned, flat voice showing he wasn’t genuinely interested in knowing whether carlos was okay or not.

your face paled and charles knew damn well why you weren’t watching his race.

“i━ yeah, i think so,” you stumbled over your words, the small smile doing little to recover your stumbling over your words as your stomach did a flip.

you watched as charles nodded slowly, watched as he glanced between the pair of you a couple times all the while you were unable to form words. you wanted to reassure him what he was thinking wasn’t true.

but it was true. and you were hoping he wasn’t thinking it.

“i’ll see you tonight?” charles question was the last thing you expected, especially as his hand raised to the side of your neck ━ fingers grazing delicately over your skin.

the same spot you had noticed carlos’ lips lingering.

yeah he knew.

you nodded though quickly, not any hesitance in agreeing to see him despite having been with carlos moments later. it should’ve brought you shame, but with charles right in front of you how could you resist.

he left it at that, no half smile, cheeky grin or wink as he walked off to the race debrief. just a simple nod, no insight into his mind as his face remained stone cold.

it was the only image in your mind the next few hours, the unimpressed and borderline angry charles which was unfamiliar to you and most.

only having ever seen him like that after a bad day on the track, but usually your words and presence was enough to have him cracking a smile ━ even before he fucks your brains out and uses your body, which you love just as much as the slow sex you would share the morning after.

you had no idea what to expect tonight though, not at all convinced he was actually wanting to still sleep with you considering he was assuming the worst between you and carlos.

you still showed up though, his favourite red lace set dressed under your shirt and shorts, knocking on his hotel door nervously.

no matter how many times the pair of you have done this, the idea of getting caught still scares you. hence why he didn’t leave you waiting, the door opening quickly revealing charles; still wearing his ferarri polo but now in sweats.

he motioned for you to come inside and the lack of conversation did little to settle your nerves, the door shutting behind you as you shuffled inside, charles not making any moves to leave the entrance way.

“anything you want to tell me?” charles couldn’t help but ask the question outright, eyebrow quirking as you stood there silently, fingers fiddling together under his intense stare.

you were still holding onto hope however that charles hadn’t figured it out. you still were in denial that he could simply glance at you and carlos and piece together what had occurred.

although it was painfully obvious, carlos not one to his the cocky smile and knowing glances; and your behaviour after the race spoke for itself.

“don’t lie to me.” charles huffed when your lips parted, ready to lie to him ━ the call out having your slam them shut as your breath hitched in your throat. you weren’t aware of the fact charles could read you so well but it appeared to be that way.

he sounded like he had right after the race, but calmer this time.

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” you mumbled with a shrug, biting down on the inside of your cheek as charles shrunk the distance between the pair of you, stepping forward as his hand moved to cup your cheek.

your attempts to avoid his eyes were now pointless as he tilted your head up, and while the touch was delicate his stare was not. a knowing look, almost as if he was giving you one more chance to spill.

“i was just checking on him, tried to cheer him up,” you spoke ━ a few details left out but you weren’t lying, charles eyebrows raising at the breakthrough as he nodded almost too convincingly.

“you’re pretty good at that,” he commented, your cheeks heating at the implication as he made it clear to you he had well and truly connected the dots.

no point beating around the bush now, you were well aware his tense stance, lack of smiles and friendliness was not due to the race. but because of you.

“we said we could sleep with other people.” you pointed out, and while the monegasque was convinced his suspicions were right, hearing them be confirmed had his jaw clenching, stepping forward forcing you step backwards, your back hitting the wall.

you weren’t wrong, this thing with charles was great, more than sex; physically speaking. the touching and flirting didn’t stop out of bed. but you had agreed you weren’t exclusive, there was no strings attached; no loyalty.

“not here.” he grumbled, hand moving to run through your hair as he shook his head. “here you’re mine.” he spoke breathlessly, and you had to squeeze your thighs from the possessive tone he was speaking in, in no mood to deny his words when he was looking at you like that.

“in the paddock; you’re mine. these hotels; mine. every fucking race weekend, you’re mine.” charles ranted out in frustration, lips having attached to your neck as he spoke next to your ear, a small whine leaving your throat as he kissed your sensitive skin.

you couldn’t help but nod, although he tugged on your hair to stop your movements, the sharp pain causing a small gasp to leave your lips.

“i don’t share amour,” charles continued to speak, nibbling slightly at the skin of your neck before sucking harshly; he was never one to leave visible marks in exposed areas but tonight was an exception. “if you have a problem with that then you can go,”

you whimpered, shaking your head quickly; charles smirking to himself as he continued the assault on your neck, letting out a hum of approval.

“didn’t think so,” he breathed out, retracting his neck as he leant back to look down at you, his hand still holding a grip in your hair and keeping your head in place, his deep breaths met with your sympathetic eyes.

“m’ sorry,” you mumbled out, tongue wetting your bottom lip as you tried to squeeze your thighs together, only then noticing he had pushed a knee between your legs.

“no need to apologise baby,” charles hummed out; both hands moving to your hips before he was turning around, your front met with the door quickly as he then tugged your hips out towards him.

a small gasp was drawn from you from the sudden movement and your hands slapping the hard surface to give yourself some support, the compromising position not doing anything to help the heat between your legs.

“i just gotta make sure it doesn’t happen again hm?” the driver had his chest against your back, speaking into your ear quietly so shivers were running up your spine; so entranced by his words that you were completely thrown off guard by the sound and sharp pain of his hand hitting your ass.

the pain was quick to turn into pleasure, as his hand massaged where he had laid the slap ━ before he was tugging your leggings down your legs, you assisting in stepping out of them.

“is it cause i haven’t been fucking you well enough? that what it is?” charles mouth showed no signs of stopping as his hand slid between your legs, fingers swiping over your panties which had already developed a wet patch.

“no,” you spoke out quickly; more than satisfied with the sex with charles and he knew it too, but you still felt the need to respond and reassure him; despite being fully aware charles was in no need of an ego boost, the driver was well aware of the effect he had on you and your body.

“i’ll have to make sure yeah,” charles muttered as he pushed your panties aside, lips pressing kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder as he gathered some of your wetness and moved his fingers to your clit, rubbing a few circles which had your hips pushing back against his hand. “fuck his name out of your mouth. only thing your gonna remember is me and how i feel inside you,” charles lips had returned to your ear and you moaned at what sounded like a promise.

and it was a promise, because when you woke up the neck morning it was if you could still feel him pounding into you. you lost count of the amount of times you had came, his name being the only word you could manage the entire night.

for the first time ever he had littered your body in marks, looking like a teenager with hickeys scattering your neck and chest. indents of his fingernails lining the side of your neck as well, as well as your thigh. although it was nothing compared to the marks you had left down his back.

you had come to the conclusion your legs practically felt numb as your body woke, eyes opening to be met with a view of charles chest, realising your surroundings. his arm around you, fingers playing with your hair; your head resting on his bare chest.

“morning sleepyhead,” the monegasque spoke with a light chuckle, causing you to nudge him ever so slightly as you groaned, eyes closing again as you hid your face in the crook of his neck to remove all the light sources around you.

the driver showed no dismay, chuckling once more as he watched you, sheets tugged up above both your naked and connected bodies.

“didn’t go too hard last night did i?” charles had hummed softly, the small laugh that left your chest having him roll his eyes as your head peeked up, squinting at him as you adjusted to the light once more; shaking your head.

“no.” you told him, a small smile for reassurance. although he already knew that, knew your body so well; your limitations, what was too much. he had pushed you to the limit last night and you had loved every moment of it.

you were considering mentioning the carlos thing; wondering if it needed to be addressed beyond sex, unable to completely determine whether it had actually offended charles. you couldn’t tell; but the way he was acting showed he was fine, so you were compelled to leave it.

maybe he just used it as an excuse, to let some built up anger out from on track; and you’d never deny helping him in doing so.

oh how wrong you were though. charles had gotten his point across to you, but his teammate however ━ he still wanted to send him a message.

you frowned at the sound of a knock on the hotel door, charles sighing as he detangled his limbs from yours ━ your huff of dismay doing little to stop him as he quickly shrugged his grey sweats on and up his legs.

you gathered the sheets around your body, under the impression he’d tell whoever was at the door; presumably room service, to come back later.

you quickly realised that wasn’t the case, hearing the door shut and two sets of voices sending you into a panic as you sat up, swiftly swiping the shirt on the end of the bed that belonged to charles and throwing it over your body.

the open planned hotel room meant you were not one bit hidden as carlos followed charles towards the coffee table, another figure in the bed having him do a double take.

you were left to blankly stare at the other driver, cringing at the thought of how you looked right now, how obvious it was as to what you were up to last night.

carlos could only blink a few times, lips parting in surprise as he felt his stomach drop ever so slightly; feeling somewhat stupid for getting his hopes up yesterday afternoon.

“don’t look so stressed amour he already knows about this,” charles broke the silence, drawing your attention to the monegasque who was smirking proudly, your eyes widening and cheeks heating as your grip on the sheets tightened.

suddenly it made sense to carlos as to why charles had texted him so early telling him to come pick up the ticket for the private jet. under the impression he was simply doing a favour that had been done many times before, printing both passes out.

seems charles had just been calculated in baiting him over here, a silent but obvious power play as he was left to look at you in charles bed, in charles shirt. not to mention the purple bruises that definitely weren’t left by himself in his drivers room.

“yeah,” carlos sheepishly chuckled, deciding to act unbothered ━ also not sure if charles even knew what had occurred yesterday but this was too much of a coincidence, so he was guessing he had figured out.

regardless he wasn’t going to mention it if the monegasque didn’t, so he pursed his lips ━ took the piece of paper out of his teammates hands and was headed to the door without a second glance.

“see you on the plane no?” carlos hummed out towards charles, who still couldn’t knock the smug look off his face, following him to the door as he saw him out, nodding along and giving him a polite answer you didn’t even hear over the steam coming out of your ears.

“what the fuck?” you practically hissed when charles appeared in front of the bed once more, his hands moving up in defence. he looked anything but innocent, eyes holding no sympathy as he shrugged.

“what? it’s just carlos.” charles played dumb, although the grin still tugging on your lips made it clear he knew damn well what he was doing. heck, even if he was an incredible liar you could see right through it.

“i was not wearing any clothes,” you pointed out, exasperated as your hands moved to get your point across, although he only chuckled once more ━ hand tangling through his hair as he let out a hum.

“wouldn’t be anything he hadn’t seen before.” charles was quick witted, your cheeks reddening again. you had no reply, instinctively throwing the pillow beside you at him ━ watching as he laughed and quickly caught it. “he needed his plane ticket.” charles offered you a piss weak explanation, placing the pillow aside.

you couldn’t even be mad, not with the charming smile on his face and twinkle of amusement in his eye as he climbed back into bed, eyes staring down at you all too knowingly.

“told him he needed to get it early, i’ve got things to do.” charles elaborated, his hands moving to press on your arms and push you back towards the bed so you were laying down again, watching as he shifted to hover over you ━ a glare still set on your features.

“would hate to be interrupted,” charles grinned, settling between your legs ━ kissing down your stomach, giving you no time nor want to argue anymore, a deep breath leaving your lips as his head moved to between your thighs. “right?”

how could you disagree? as he adjusted your legs over his shoulders, pressing delicate kisses to all the makes one your inner thighs which he had left the night before, you found yourself only agreeing. it would be a shame to be interrupted.

oh, so don’t blame it on me girl; cause you wanted to have fun

if it hurts to breathe, open a window; or your mind wants to leave, but you can’t go

to say things had become awkward between you and carlos would be an understatement. you were lucky enough for the next race in miami to be so hectic that you barely got a chance for any conversation that didn’t surround taking his photo or filming a video.

that didn’t mean the awkward tension wasn’t there. or sexual tension. you couldn’t tell, sometimes looking at him you were thinking of how good it felt riding his cock. other times you were thinking about him walking in on you a complete mess in charles bed.

things between charles and carlos were fine, because everything was unspoken.

charles hadn’t outright mentioned the fact that he knew carlos and you had fucked, and he wasn’t acting as if he knew either. the same old flaunting of his connection with you remained however, carlos still not immune to picking up on every damn interaction between the pair of you.

it wasn’t until spain that there was any mention of the events of imola, an hour before the race and you were taking carlos’ photo as he got suited up.

his eyes met yours, and it was clear there was no avoidance here; mechanics were busy around the pair of you, charles was no where to be seen; it would be way too obvious for either of you to down right ignore one and other.

so he smiled, a tight lipped and polite smile as he nodded ━ causing you to smile back as you put your camera down.

“any good?” carlos hummed, unsure what else to say, reminding himself of when he first joined the team and would overthink every word he said to you. out of character yet alway getting flustered the first few races when he’d spot you aiming your camera t at him. despite being used to cameras on him at all times.

“always good,” you grinned with a small laugh, taking a few steps towards him as you flicked through a couple ━ before turning off the camera completely.

carlos was nodding slowly, a small chuckle having fallen from his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes scanning the room for any last minute abort options. nope, no reason to escape you now.

“i’m sorry.” you practically blurted, carlos not one to hide his shocked expression as his eyebrows raised, encouraging you to elaborate. “i hate that things are awkward between us now, i really didn’t want them to be,” you tried to explain.

carlos had gave you a sympathetic smile, shaking his head and waving his hand as if what you were saying wasn’t true, even letting out a laugh.

“it’s fine.” carlos smiled, and you knew those words meant anything but. so did he. “really. it’s fine. we’re fine.” he reassured, nodding convincingly and you could’ve believed him if you wanted to, but you knew it was bull. he may be fine, you may be fine; but things between you weren’t fine. weren’t the same at least.

“yeah… okay,” you nodded ━ pursing your lips. no, leaving it at that didn’t solve anything. “i didn’t think━ i don’t know why he did that,” you rambled - implying the morning carlos caught you in his bed, stumbling over your words and carlos let out another breath and dry laugh.

“figured that he uh… knew,” carlos hummed as he nodded, you being quick to nod in confirmation as carlos shrugged once more. “it’s all good. really. charles and i are fine, we’re fine.” carlos nodded.

you nodded once more, a whole lotta nodding as both of you seemed scared to do anything else. for some reason however you still weren’t satisfied, hence you still standing here.

you didn’t know what else to say though, or what you wanted to say. reassure him it wasn’t anything to do with him? that it wasn’t because that hour with him was at all a disappointment. cause it was more than ever expected.

carlos seemed to notice this, eyebrow raising as you made no move to leave or say anything else, eyes squinting in slight concentration.

“are you and charles fine?” carlos hummed out, deciding to fill the silence with a question he already knew the answer too. you nodded, again, heat raising on your cheeks as you did so.

“yeah, yeah. we’re good.” you mumbled, small and unconvincing smile to go with it. nothing had changed, you still slept with him whenever suit ━ helping him majorly through the bad luck stint he was currently stuck in.

“he couldn’t have been happy i assume,” carlos pressed for some information, if you weren’t going anywhere then he may as well ask. he’d tried to cut the conversation short already.

“i mean… yeah, he wasn’t over the moon.” you laughed, biting down on the inside of your cheek, standing next to where he was sitting suddenly felt way too close when a smirk tugged onto carlos’ soft lips, his eyes twinkling at the thought of charles realising he had got you.

“threatened. i bet.” carlos spoke so simply that you almost missed the cocky tone hidden beneath his words, your eyes having drifted across the garage snapping right back to him, cheeks heating as you pursed your lips.

you didn’t know how to reply. you couldn’t speak for charles. while on one hand he seemed quite bothered, he also appeared incredibly unfazed after the initial anger had settled.

“cause it’s not like you were faking it.” carlos continued, tongue grazing over the front of his teeth as you felt your stomach flip, familiar rush of butterflies from the mention of your time spent with him. “you don’t make those sounds if you’re faking it,” carlos explained further with a smug smirk.

it was the reason why he wasn’t necessarily butt hurt about seeing you with charles the morning after. because what he was certain of was that the cause could not have been carlos not pleasing you enough.

“carlos…” you trailed off through a sigh, practically warning him because the flashbacks you were having right now were in no way going to help ease the lingering tension or awkwardness. it would only put you back to square one.

“thought he didn’t own you,” carlos ignored you, quirking a brow as his hand reached forward, grabbing ahold of the hem of your shirt and tugging you towards him with it, moving to stand between his legs with little resistance.

turns out not one, but two ferarri drivers, could cloud your mind and overrule your common sense with a few words and a bat of their eyelashes.

“he doesn’t.” you huffed, looking down at him with your bottom lip between your teeth, carlos only grinning at your admission although the tilt of his head showed you he doubted your words, which had you huffing once more.

“you better go take his photo too yeah?” carlos spoke out, hands trailing up the back of your thighs making it difficult to process his words, watching as his head tilted towards the other side of the garage.

you came to your senses, managing to ignore his touch as you quickly looked over. your stomach dropped when met with charles eyes, practically burning into yours.

oh for fuck sake.

that was only the beginning. it felt like an all out war, every interaction with either of them had become sort of competition.

charles had never been so open and bold with his touches and flirting, quite clearly trying to strike his claim in front of carlos without being subtle this time, no care in the world for anyone else figuring out he was fucking the photographer.

he pretended to be unbothered when you tried to mention it, playing dumb; shrugging it off.

‘i’m the one fucking you every weekend mon amour, why would i have to prove anything?’

carlos had a new wave of confidence, the fact he was getting some sort of reaction from his teammate. the way you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop either.

he had given you every opportunity, you weren’t innocent either. but how could you be to blame? the pair of them were so easy on the eye, and when they opened their mouths it didn’t make resisting them any easier.

you couldn’t tell if carlos was simply trying to rile charles up or if there was meaning to his flirting, but it didn’t matter; charles had ensured you didn’t get anywhere near him.

race after race he’d get to you first, dragging you off so you could help cheer him up; lack of podiums and mistakes that were being made by everyone but him had him in no mood to deal with anyone but you after races these days.

spain he had plenty of time to whisk you away considering his car gave out on him. monaco you yourself had avoided carlos, a night with charles that consisted of both comfort and sex. azerbaijan you felt an odd sense of deja vu when carlos returned to the garage early.

you were in the middle of contemplating seeing him when charles also retired from the race, your mind being made for you as the monegasque as always made a beeline for you.

surprise, surprise; canada came around and by the time carlos finished celebrating his podium and media duties you were already long gone, bent over the bathroom sink of charles hotel room.

come silverstone the tension was now insufferable.

just your luck, you were on filming duty ━ stuck in the confined space of a car, opposite the pair of them who looked so close, all buddy buddy as charles watched the f3 race on his phone.

camera in hand the job you were doing was incredibly easy, sat in front of carlos directly, the feeling of your knees touching was oh so prominent in your mind.

you knew you were being excessive, you had more than enough footage but turning off the camera seemed terrifying. camera appropriate conversation sounded much more pleasant to you.

but you had to stop, ending record before the camera sat in your lap, drawing carlos’ eyes to you and you immediately wanted to press record again and use the camera as a shield.

“you didn’t congratulate me on my podium hermosa,” carlos hummed out; having not spoken to you since canada, your lips parting as charles attention was gained, eyes shifting upwards onto carlos as well.

“hm, well it was hard to reach you. everyone wanted a word.” you excused, a playful eye-roll and small smile an attempt to shift the conversation away from the direction you predicted it going in.

the honest answer was you being with charles instead. carlos knew that. you knew he knew. charles knew he knew.

“i was looking for you,” carlos didn’t let you try play it off, not sound accusing despite it feeling that way, your lips parting but you had no answer.

charles did however, an amused smile spreading on his face.

“not hard enough obviously,” the monegasque chimed ━ dimples shining through as he smiled innocently, the chuckle carlos let out making you swallow intently as your eyes scanned the pair of them.

this was ridiculous, a part of you almost wanted to snap and just point out the obvious here. what all three of you knew but weren’t addressing explicitly.

“i was meaning to text you. sorry,” you got back to the point of the conversation, a genuine smile forming on your face and carlos almost lost sight of his goal to piss charles off as you did so, mirroring your smile right back.

“that’s okay, you can make it up to me.” he grinned, and you didn’t miss the way his hand brushed over your knee ━ your smile not fading as you nodded ever so slightly.

your eyes quickly fell onto charles, who was looking down at his phone again. his mind was anywhere but however, paying full attention to the conversation you two were having, feeling your eyes on him he was quick to look up at you.

a simple smirk, nothing more; and carlos was not any refuge from charles either, suddenly feeling incredible claustrophobic in the small car with the pair of them.

much to your relief the car came to a stop, back at the hospitality and unlike you, you were first out; a beeline to the ferarri suite to have an unneeded debrief with your manager.

“try my drivers room next time. can assure you she’ll be there,” charles muttered out to carlos as the pair of them began to split ways on the walk from the car, carlos not able to hide his scoff ━ although he did laugh as well.

“good to know mate.” carlos hummed out, voice full of sarcasm but it didn’t stop the smile on his face, charles matching it. the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, but to the cameras and fans around they looked like two happy teammates; closer than ever, grinning over some inside joke.

this is a happy house; we’re happy here, in our happy house

oh this is fun. fun, fun, fun, fun

silverstone seemed to be the boiling point for all things ferarri.

you were practically wincing every moment as the end of the race unfolded, the strategic errors and bitter sweetness of carlos’ win weighing heavy through out the ferarri garage.

ecstatic for carlos, of course you were. but like everyone else you knew that in terms of the bigger picture ferarri had fucked up. again. and charles had got the short end of the stick.

a ferarri win through and through but it wasn’t so simple, and your eyes hadn’t left the monegasque as he got out the car.

footage for all to see of mattia speaking to him, and like always you had the urge to comfort immediately. seek him out, offer your praise, whatever he wanted.

it was becoming way too often however, needing to cheer him up instead of celebrate. you felt for the driver.

but then there was carlos, the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face and it had you smiling; especially as you captured it all on camera.

he was practically glowing, and while you stood there below the podium, photographing him and the team ━ you were well aware of the conflicting emotions being felt throughout the team and fans.

you almost laughed really, it was how you had been feeling for weeks now. stuck between a rock and a hard place with the two of them, happy for one ━ wanting to console the other, vice versa.

welcome to my world, you thought.

“wait for me yeah?” was all you got from charles in passing as he went off to do his media obligations, and you were quick to nod your head, wanting to frown at the disheartened look on his face and flat tone.

“of course,” you were quick to reply, a small smile only getting you a half one in return before he was on his way.

photographs of the car and team rounded out your day, talk and chatter of the whole team photo creating confusion before finally you were placed in front of the large group.

camera in hand you were quite happy to just take the shot, leaving the directing to the pr officers by your side.

your eyes kept darting. charles, who was staring right back at you the entire time. you saw through the fake smiles, noticing the way his jaw kept ticking every few moments, how deep in thought he seemed every time he looked over you.

it felt selfish to say you were excited for him to finally get his hands on you later, but he appeared to be in the same boat with the looks he kept giving you.

carlos had offered you a couple cheesy grins, well and truly occupied with everyone around him. you felt so torn every time you looked at him, the urge to celebrate and congratulate him not making you feel one bit guilty despite his teammate to the left of him.

finally you got the shot, and before you knew it the crowd was either gathering around the spaniard or disbanding.

the moment the camera was out of your hand charles had found you, no shame as he tugged you away from the crowd, so quickly you failed to notice carlos’ eyes following the pair of you.

“if you want━” you started to speak once in the confined space of the hallway to the drivers rooms, although you were cut off by charles having you against the wall and his lips on yours, a sudden relief for the driver.

you shut up, not that you had a choice; happily kissing back as your hands lifted to his cheek ━ not at all concerned that this was in view of anyone to walk by. he didn’t seem fazed, and you were quite eager to let charles do as he pleased. god knows he needs it.

“don’t wanna talk about it,” charles muttered, coming to his senses, hand gripping onto your wrist as he lead you to the door frame and inside the drivers room, shutting the door by pushing you against it.

you were taken back by your surroundings but weren’t given long to take them in because his lips were on yours again, a noise of appreciation leaving your lips as he pressed his hips into yours.

it wasn’t until a few moments later, when charles was kissing down your jaw and neck that you could scan the room again.

“charles,” you whined, attempting to sound normal as he sucked harshly at your skin, hands squeezing tightly on your waist. “this━ not your room,” you stumbled out.

it didn’t stop him though, he carried on ━ kissing down your skin as you were left to pant and look confused, attempting to clear your head and think straight about why the fuck you were in carlos’ drivers room.

but that was proving difficult with charles all over you, everywhere; filling every damn sense.

“charles,” you repeated through a breath ━ the driver only offering you a hum as he put all his attention on the way your body was curving and moving to every kiss and trail of his lips and fingers.

“wrong room.” you managed to speak, watching as charles pulled back; but instead of being met with confused or shocked eyes, he simply shrugged.

“don’t want to congratulate our winner?” charles asked, hand moving to caress your cheek every so lightly as your eyebrows furrowed, unsure what he was trying to imply as you stood there speechless.

you watched as he chuckled, a fake one that was not his usual contagious laugh.

“big day for the guy, why not let him join? can see he’s dying too.” charles hummed out, and you were beyond confused and it showed, lips parting and cheeks bright red as you shook your head slightly.

carlos? join you two?

“what happened to not sharing,” you breathed, hands holding onto the edge of his ferarri polo, eyes scanning his face desperately to try get a read on him and whatever was going on in his pretty head.

he had his poker face on though, you couldn’t figure him out for the life of you.

“you want him.” charles hummed, raising his eyebrow to give you room to object, but you couldn’t. he wasn’t lying, and you knew it was obvious. “consider it me being a great teammate. again.” he practically grumbled, shrugging his shoulders.

your eyes rolled at this, shaking your head ever so slightly. you didn’t buy it. of all days for charles to come up with this sort of idea? weird. very weird.

“you want to do this now?” you almost had laughed, still in disbelief, skeptically looking at him as he nodded in certainty, your eyes squinting ━ still unconvinced.

“want to remind him he’s still the second man. so yes.” charles mumbled, confident in his words but quiet in tone as if he couldn’t admit it to anyone else. suddenly it made sense, your heart beat increasing at the mere thought of the pair of them at the same time.

“i’d be happy to have you all to myself next door though mon ange, up to you,” charles interrupted your thoughts ━ well and truly letting you decide, although he had a pretty good inkling on what you would want.

you were happy to play whatever part in charles trying to prove a point, if it meant having the pair of them on your skin at the same time you couldn’t really care less.

was it incredibly unprofessional of you? maybe.

but in your defence the pair of them… okay well you had put the move on carlos, but the pair of them are the ones who keep adding fuel to the fire that is sexual tension.

your silence almost worried charles, but the monegasque was so certain in his thoughts; meaning he wasn’t too surprised when your hands were pushing him back to the couch filling carlos’ drivers room, a small grin; the first one for a few hours, tugging on his features as you climbed on his lap.

charles was bringing you down for another kiss without another word, hand tangling in your hair as your own hands spread on his shoulder ━ his other hand moving to hold your hip.

you would’ve felt slightly invasive about being in carlos’ room, but then he was guiding your hips over his ━ the friction having your murmuring into the monegasque mouth before gasping as his hand laid a smack on your ass, quickly turning into a small giggle as you moved your own lips to his neck.

“you’re so confident he’ll wanna join?” you mumbled out against his skin, charles letting out a sigh of content as his head fell back; a rare time where he let you do whatever you pleased, his hands resting on your ass.

“mhm,” charles hummed ━ eyes closing as you pressed kisses against the column of his throat, slightly relaxed at the feeling that he had been craving since stepping out of the ferarri car. “sure of it.”

the door swung open moments later, causing you to sit up straight as your head peered over your shoulder; the sight of a stunned carlos having a few doubts entering your mind.

you wished you shared the same confidence as the driver beneath you, but you didn’t.

“what is this?” carlos looked visibly surprised, the view would’ve been great if you took away his teammate beneath you. for a moment he thought he had the wrong room, but that was definitely his helmet set aside.

definitely his bag. definitely his name on the door.

“thought we could celebrate mate.” charles spoke up, and carlos could see right through the fake smile he had plastered on. it matched the one he’d been carrying around the team ever since the podium, but it didn’t little to bother him ━ much more intrigued by your big eyes staring at him.

you couldn’t help but stare, the sight of the driver and the prospect of finally feeling him again enough to have your mind in the gutter, making the bold move of climbing off of charles lap

“if you want to of course,” you hummed with a sweet smile, an innocent one that carlos recognised as you approached him ━ your hand pushing on the door to shut it, carlos full attention now on you.

charles watched, hands folded behind his head where he sat on the couch. he had to take a small breath as your arms moved to wrap around carlos’ neck, a glimpse of doubt flashing through his mind.

no. this would be worth it. the end goal was to have carlos hearing the way you screamed his name, to give him a taste of what he couldn’t have ever again.

carlos could not find any reason to object as you leaned up onto your tippy toes, his head titled down to look at you ; practically entranced as you beamed up at him.

“you deserve it though,” you spoke quietly this time, hands running down his chest as you bit down on your bottom lip, the spaniard feeling the blood rush straight to his cock as he got flashbacks from the feeling of your touch.

he almost kissed you, almost; hand grabbing your jaw and stopping you moments before your lips made contact, his head moving to look at charles as he kept yours in place.

“you’re fine with this?” carlos quizzed, not sounding at all convinced ━ a blind man could see charles was not exactly comfortable with the image in front of him, no longer able to muster the energy to fake a smirk nor smile.

“his idea,” you interrupted; hands moving to guide carlos’ head to face you once more. “now kiss me before he changes his mind,” you grinned, and carlos didn’t need to be told twice.

the high of the adrenaline still rushing through his veins had him not at all conceded about the repercussions of quite literally sharing you with charles in the condiment of his drivers room, nothing could kill his mood ━ and you were only boosting it as your lips messily moved in sync.

the heated kiss was accompanied by his hands roaming your body, tugging you into his front as the built up tension finally got some relief. your body practically melting into his and your almost forgot charles was here.

that was never going to slide though, the monegasque making his presence known quite easily as you felt him press up against your back, his semi hard cock poking your ass while his hands grabbed your hips.

you hadn’t even heard him stand up, but you definitely felt his lips attaching to your neck ━ sandwiched between the two drivers your mind grew foggy incredible quickly, barely able to register charles hand snaking around your waist; slipping under the waistband of your pants and panties.

“oh,” you moaned into the kiss with carlos, eyes fluttering open as your hand moved to grip the spaniards arm from the very sudden contact you hadn’t been expecting.

the sound had carlos eyes opening, leaning away as he looked down between your bodies, spotting charles hand relatively quickly.

he wasn’t complaining though, not when you were looking into his eyes as your face contorted with slight pleasure. he watched as your cheeks went a tint of red, your eyes suddenly trying to avoid his because you thought you may melt under the intense stare.

“i gotta say princesa this is quite the sight,” carlos hummed out, licking his lip as his hands remained above your hips, charles still working the lower region; not wasting any time as he slid a finger inside of you, catching you completely off guard once more because usually he would take his time and have you squirming first. “didn’t know you were such a slut,” he comment, happily watching as you gripped onto him for dear life.

you were trying desperately to keep quiet, whimpers escaping your lips ━ carlos’ words not being any help. charles smirked ever so slightly, head leaning up from your neck; feeling you clench around his fingers was no surprise, but gave him all the reassurance that he needed in knowing this was the right thing to do. you were already loving every moment.

“there’s a lot you don’t know about her carlos,” charles hummed matter of factly, eyes meeting his teammate as if he wasn’t fingering you right now; carlos raising a brow as he resisted the urge to scoff, not too rushed in looking to charles instead of you.

“know she looked beautiful bouncing on my cock a few weeks ago,” carlos replied just as casually, the first mention between the two drivers of what they both knew; the unspoken ‘secret’ finally not unspoken.

but it wasn’t as if you could give any input, maybe if charles wasn’t toying with your cunt perfectly ━ with the obvious goal to get you off as quickly as possible, you would’ve rolled your eyes and pointed out how ridiculous the pair of them have been as of recent.

but instead you could only moan ━ carlos using the opportunity to slide his fingers in your mouth as a way to shut you up, your eyes immediately opening wide and looking up at him.

“looks even better in the sheets.” charles continued to one up, not even knowing if there was any truth to his words; all he knew was he took pride in the fact you were in his bed every weekend.

carlos had you on his sofa.

“can tie her up there. she likes that,” charles was grinning widely, quite happily sharing information that he knew carlos would in no way know. things that just weren’t possible for him that one time in imola.

all the while your legs were growing weak as you sucked on carlos’ fingers, tongue swirling around them to occupy yourself ━ body practically on fire from the way they were speaking, as if you weren’t even there.

carlos wasn’t phased. his smirk had not faltered in the slightest, seeing right through the monegasque and what he was trying to do. and he in no way wanted to give charles that satisfaction.

“we might have to try that sometime then hermosa, you want that?” carlos directed his full attention back to you, fingers leaving your lips to grab your jaw, leaving a line of spit on your chin as you moaned once more ━ nodding quickly at the question.

the cockiness in his tone, the way he was practically dismissing charles had you more turned on than you’d like to admit. even with charles fingers deep inside of you, you couldn’t help but be greedy and think of carlos having his way with you.

charles was not at all impressed with your lack of attention, the fact he couldn’t see your face was enough as it is, he was the one that had your legs beginning to give out; the reason your nails were certainly leaving indents on carlos’ skin.

“what was that amour?” charles spoke up, no shame in interrupting as his fingers that weren’t buried deep inside of you found your hair, tugging your head back and out of carlos’ grasp, leading you to put your eyes on him as he kept you in place.

your gasp was tuned out by carlos’ chuckle, deciding to watch in amusement and just enjoy the sight of you on the edge of an orgasm, body still so close to his. the vision of you cumming around him was engraved in his memory, but this was better than he remembered. better than what he keeps fantasising about.

he was certain you’d look even better if it was his fingers instead though.

“charles,” you breathed out, speaking a thousand words with one little mumble of his name. your eyes pleading with his. play nice, i’m sorry, let me cum, you’re being ridiculous, i’m close; just a few of the things going through your mind.

much to your dismay though, his fingers left you suddenly ━ your hips attempting to chase the contact as your knees buckled, carlos’ hands flying to your waist to steady you.

“think you should get on your knees and congratulate our winner doll. show him how proud you are yeah?” charles suggested, confusing both you and the spaniard at the change in attitude.

annoyed with your lack of attention now telling you to give it to carlos?

carlos’ eyes narrowed in suspicion once more, refusing to believe this was just fun as he could easily believe it to be.

no, he was certain charles wanted to be the one getting you off. and that charles was going to let you get himself off.

“actually,” carlos interrupted, halting you as you started to crouch down to your knees ━ more than eager to have him in your mouth. “think i want a taste of your pretty pussy instead.” carlos was speaking directly at you.

charles rolled his eyes, wanting to scoff ━ petty in his thoughts that carlos was most definitely suggesting something else just for the sake of it.

you too wanted to huff out at there ability to still be creating tension, while you’re quite literally here with soaked panties and willing to take either of them in either way.

“couldn’t care less on what either of you do to me.” you finally managed to get a say in, swallowing harshly as you tried to sound put together. “just stop treating it like a competition.” you sassed, and you would’ve laughed at the look of defence on the pair of them as they tried to play dumb at your observation.

“there’s no competition.” carlos was first to speak, hands finding the hem of your shirt as he pulled it over your head, charles grabbing the material off of him once it reached your arms and throwing it aside. “someone’s just threatened.” carlos repeated what he had said earlier, even winking as he quickly scooped you up in his arms.

charles did scoff this time, following the pair of you as carlos practically threw you onto the couch, getting on his knees before linking his arms under your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the sofa after doing so.

“you’re forgetting i’m the one letting you have a taste of her,” charles couldn’t help but get possessive, moving to the back of the couch as he brushed all your hair back and out of your face.

“both of you shut up,” you grumbled ━ breath hitching in your throat as carlos made quick work of getting rid of your pants and underwear, then positioning your legs over his shoulders.

“ah, ah,” carlos tsked ━ pressing kisses up your inner thighs slowly, charles left to watch above the pair of you ━ absentmindedly playing with your hair and running his finger tips over your tender neck. “don’t act like you don’t fucking love it,”

charles eyebrow raised slightly at the spaniards words, letting out a loud hum of agreement as he nodded quickly ━ not giving you time to speak once more.

“he’s right mon ange, acting like such a whore for both of us.” charles chimed in, your eyes focusing on his teammate who had your head in between your thighs who was now grinning at charles words.

oh for fuck sake.

“messing with both of us, can’t help yourself can you?” carlos questioned, kisses now surrounding where you needed him most, his nose and breath bumping and tickling your sensitive cunt every few moments, causing you to squirm and flinch.

“bet she’s been dreaming of this. both of us? that what you wanted all along baby?” charles egged on, and suddenly you were wishing you had let them continue their pointless one upping, because this had your heart racing, back arching and lips pouting as you struggled to take in every word.

“go on. answer us.” carlos instructed, not pleased with your silence as he kept your wiggling legs still with his arms wrapped around them.

you wanted to reply, defend yourself and point out that they weren’t entirely innocent either. that you didn’t mean to end up with both of them; it wasn’t your fault both of them were so damn fuckable.

so silence. again. displeasing both of the drivers, and you questioned whether you missed some sort of signal or glance, because a sudden tug of your hair was in sync with carlos laying a harsh tap on your clit, a loud and quick moan escaping your throat.

“words pretty girl,” charles cooed, sounding way too sweet for his tone to be genuine ━ you didn’t need to turn around to see him smirking wickedly, you could already tell from his tone.

“s’ not my fault,” you whined out, although you couldn’t sound annoyed for long as carlos’ tongue finally found a home on your clit, swiping through your folds first before flicking at your sensitive bud.

charles had chuckled at your inability to deny there words, hand moving to cover your mouth and muffle your moans while carlos ate you out, tongue working expertly; feeling better than you remembered.

the pair of them were working together in keeping you still on the couch, considering you almost orgasm had your body so responsive, which had charles growing hard as you thrashed and moaned into the palm of his hand, grateful that he was stopping you from letting everyone outside the thin walls know what was going on.

“should take a photo of you like this baby, think it proves we’re quite the happy team.” charles commented, vibrations being sent through your core as carlos chuckled against your pussy, hips pushing up against his face.

moans and incoherent mumbles were all you could manage, eyes rolling back as the pleasure rapidly built, quicker than before but you had no shame. you already guessed you stood no chance with the pair of them chatting in your ear and touching you.

“you’re not cumming till i say,” carlos had spoke up, fingers sliding inside you with ease due to how wet you were, lips then attaching to your clit; his movements now lacking pace, lazily thrusting his fingers as he swirled his tongue around your bud.

the perfect pace to keep you right on the edge, still enough to have your body shaking above him, pants and whines filling the air; but not enough to get you all the way, your hips bucking once more although he was quick to press them back down into the sofa.

“need to shut up love.” charles was speaking to you again, hand leaving your mouth and you tried oh so hard to stay quiet, hearing the buckle of his belt before charles had shuffled to the side of the couch, grabbing your hair and directing your head to his freed cock.

you took him in your mouth whole with little resistance, the hush groan from the driver enough to have your mind off your own pleasure for a moment, eyes watering as you gagged around him; entranced with the view above.

“go on,” charles instructed ━ letting go of your hair as you moaned around him when carlos curled his fingers inside you, a shot at your attention as you quickly began to bob your head up and down.

your efforts were made to suck charles off but you were still hyper aware of every movement and action carlos made, noticing the speed increase in his fingers as he slid a third finger in, sucking harshly at your clit.

your moans continued to be muffled, charles having to bite down harshly on his bottom lip to shut himself up from the vibrations you were sending around him with every whimper and moan, his hand finding a place in your hair again as he began to guide you once more.

you let him do as he pleased, before he was tugging you off his length and forcing your head down to face carlos, your teary eyes and swollen lips which were decorated by saliva that had gathered were the least of your concern when carlos met your eye.

the sight of you looking so ruined already had him wanting to send you over the edge, curling his fingers perfectly as you moaned loudly ━ charles fingers now slipping in your mouth as you came.

“shut up and take it.” charles grumbled out once more, free hand lazily jacking off as he watched your body come undone, back arching off the couch as you moaned around the monegasque’s fingers.

carlos was smirking against your cunt, helping you ride out your high as he gradually slowed his fingers down. you had to watch through hooded eyes as he sucked them clean, almost mirroring you with charles fingers still in your mouth.

“i’m fucking you now.” charles spoke, wanting no confusion or delays in getting his turn of you. he damn needed it, so much frustration he still wanted to let out.

he didn’t miss carlos’ eye roll, just how you didn’t miss the obvious tent in the spanish drivers pants ━ mouth watering at the sight but the knowledge charles was about to fuck you had you ready to go again, despite your already tiring body.

“hands and knees angel, come on,” charles encouraged ━ fingers leaving your mouth, tapping your cheek twice. carlos hands had left your still shaky legs, standing up so he could watch as you obediently got into position, facing the arm of the couch as you got settled on your hands and knees.

“such a good girl no?” carlos spoke up, appearing in front of you now although he was looking at charles, causing your cheeks to heat and thighs to press together, charles making it known he was now behind you as he quickly pushed your legs a little further apart.

“when she wants to be.” charles replied, slapping your ass for good measure which had you jolting forwards, carlos grinning as you did so, yet shook his head ever so slightly. once more ignoring charles petty attempts of power play.

you moaned at the feeling of charles tip running through your folds, once more pushing forward as your body attempted to escape the sensitivity, although his hand had made a grip on your hip to guide you back.

“would be good for me all the time,” carlos spoke certainly, hand cupping the side of your face as he crouched down next to the arm rest, so he was in your direct eye line. “wouldn’t you?” carlos was smiling widely, thumb brushing over the skin of your cheek.

you nodded quickly, a small sigh of content leaving your lips which was cut short by carlos connecting your lips in quite the lazy but still heated kiss, slower than the first one however, enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

charles once more was growing annoyed, plans to have you begging for him suddenly out the window. interrupting whatever this moment was much more preferable, getting comfortable in how he was half kneeling behind you ━ one foot on the ground and other knee on the couch, thrusting into you suddenly.

feeling him bottom out inside you had your ability to kiss back faltering, lips parting as you moaned, eyes rolling back from the stretch that would never fail to make you see stars.

“fuck, oh my god,” you moaned, the sound enough to boost the drivers ego once more as he quickly began to thrust in and out of you, not giving you as much time to adjust as he usually would ━ your noises already beginning to grow too loud once more.

carlos was happy watching for a moment, still crouched down ━ admiring the way your eyes rolled back, how your lips parted from the pleasure, your cheeks rosy red. his thumb gathered the saliva still tracing your chin, before pressing the pad of his thumb onto your tongue ━ slipping past your lips naturally.

you forced your eyes to open from the action, closing your lips around the drivers thumb before pulling back with a pop, carlos grunting before standing up.

it was deja vu, watching as carlos quickly freed his own cock ━ suddenly being shut up again as he guided your head towards him, your lips wrapping around his dick while charles continued to fuck you from behind.

“oh fuck,” carlos breathed out as his head fell back, hand loosely holding your hair to keep it out of your way, yet he allowed you to do all the work as you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head.

a harsher thrust from the driver behind you had your body moving forward once more, arms almost giving out on you as carlos’ cock hit the back of your throat.

“look so pretty letting both of us use you sweetheart,” carlos grunted out ━ forcing his brown eyes back down on to you and the sight that you were, charles kind enough to offer a grumble of agreement.

“could cum just like this couldn’t you? can feel the way you’re squeezing me baby,” charles groaned, hips snapping against yours harshly at a relentless pace, your reply not audible to either of them considering you had carlos’ dick down your throat.

the overstimulation felt like heaven, eyes shutting as you continued to take as much of carlos in your mouth as you could, choking every now and then but with little mind, feeling so full but only craving more of it.

your senses were full of the pair of them, there praises, moans and grunts getting mixed into one ━ tuning out of everything but the feeling of charles fucking you and the sight of carlos above you, his grip on your hair the only thing now stopping you from face planting into the couch.

“fuck━ gonna cum hermosa,” carlos rasped out, and you took the words as encouragement, quickly deep throating him once more. the gagging noise alongside your muffed moan around him had his dîck twitching, before he was cumming in your mouthed as he threw his head back.

you were quick to swallow and lick him clean with as much focus as you could while charles fucked you stupid before carlos pulled out of your mouth.

“i’m close,” was the first thing you managed to say, voice coming out hoarse due to the borderline face fucking you had received.

once more charles was swooping in, pulling you away from carlos once again as his hand wrapped around your hair, tugging you back so you were against his chest.

“you’re gonna have to beg for it chérie,” charles told you, fingers wrapping around your throat to keep you up ━ the other snaking around your waist to find your clit, causing you to whine as the new angle allowed for him to hit your g-spot.

“please,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut once more. carlos was watching again, heavy breaths from his own orgasm although he was sure he could cum again from the little show he was getting right now.

“you can do better than that.” charles kept it simple, his own head falling into the crook of your neck as he muffled his own groan against your skin, biting at your shoulder a few moments later which had you whimpering.

“please charles,” you tried to stay quiet despite the temptation to scream, the stimulation of your abused clit the perfect addition to his hard and deep thrusts. “please make me cum, please, please, please,” you begged, a scramble of pleas as you shook in his arms.

carlos felt that undeniable jealousy once more, hiding it like he had all night although it was harder to ignore in the current moment. your pleas for him, your willingness to do so a cruel reminder of how common this was for the pair of you.

how uncommon it was for him. unheard of.

charles was grinning now, eyes flashing to carlos for a brief moment before picking up the pace of his fingers, pressing kisses to your neck again.

“who’s pussy is this hm?” charles questioned, and even in your fucked out state you knew exactly why he was posing the question to you, well aware he didn’t want to hear your answer. he wanted carlos to.

carlos knew it too, visibly tensing at the question despite it just being another bit of go to dirty talk, he wasn’t stupid. but he also couldn’t bring himself to look away, his own pride falling second to the opportunity to watch you cum again.

“yours,” you barely spoke above a whisper, eyes squeezed shut as your jaw hanged open, unable to keep up with the way he was pounding into you, so focused on trying to keep your whines and moans quiet.

“who?” charles huffed, pretending he didn’t hear you as he slapped your clit once, a high pitch moan tumbling from your throat, unable to control yourself anymore.

“yours charles. all yours, fuck, please,” you moaned out, stumbling over your words as you saw white, cumming on his dîck suddenly as you went limp in his arms despite your arching back.

charles helped you ride out your high, a satisfied smirk settling nicely onto his features, and for the first time ever he was not interested in seeing you cum.

“all mine.” charles spoke out in agreement, eyes meeting his teammates as he did so. carlos couldn’t hide his annoyance anymore, the slight tick of his jaw obvious, not when charles was looking at him so smugly. as if your little confirmation through your orgasm wasn’t enough, charles was sure to add the cherry on top.

‘all mine.’ he repeated, only mouthing it this time for the spanish driver to see.

message received, loud and clear.

━━

a/n: so that’s that 😀

unedited atm like usual bare with me pls hehe

part 283849 of me not liking my work but it’s okay these celebration fics are me wanting to try a few things different, although i just can’t picture charles the way i wrote him here but it’s fine

anyways i hope u enjoyed, i love u all sm sm sm all feedback is encouraged or any thoughts u have i love reading/hearing from y’all so so much <333

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